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 VVith Nature,to out-doo the life: 
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 TRAGEDIES. 
 
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 parent. There isagreat difference, whether any Booke choofe bys 
 Patrones,or finde them»: I hishath done both. For,Jo much were 
 your L.L. lkings of the feverall parts when they were atted, as be- 
 fore they were publifhed,the Volumne askd to be yours. W e have 
 but collected them,and done an office to the dead , toprocure bis Or- 
 phanes,Guardians; without ambition either of felfe-propit,or fame : 
 onely to keepe the memory of fo worthy a Friend, and Fellowalive, 
 as was ourSHAK ES PEAR E,Ly humble offer of his Playes,toyour 
 moft Noble Patronage. Woerein,as we have jaftly obferved , no 
 man tocome neereyour LL: but with a kind of religious addreffe « 
 it hath been the height of our care, who are the Prefenters , tomake 
 the Prefent worthy of your HH :by the Perfection. But, there we 
 muft alfo crave our abilities tobe confidered,my Lords. We cannot 
 goe beyond our owne powers. (ountrey hands, reach forth Milke, 
 
 reame, Fruits or what they have: andmany Cations (wehave 
 heard) that hadnot Gummes and Fncenfe, obtained their requefts 
 with a+ leavened Cake; Ft was no fault to approach their 
 gods by what meanes they could: eAnd the moft , though meaneft, 
 of things,are made more precious , when they are dedicated to 
 Temples. Fn that name therefore, wemoft humbly confecrate_ to 
 your Fl. H. thefe rematnes of your fervant Shakefpeare « that what 
 delight is inthem,may be ever your L.L.the reputation his, and the 
 Faults ours gf any be committed,by a paire focarefull to fhew their 
 gratitude both to the lrving,and the dead,as ts 
 
 Your Lordthips moft bounden 
 
 Jobn Heminge, 
 Henry Condell. 
 
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 Tothe great variety of Readers. 
 
 S le @ || Efpecially, when the fate ofall Bookes depends up- 
 &ts i on your capacities : and not of your heads alone; 
 
 p but of your Purfes Well,itis now publike,and you 
 =P (ON e| will ftand for your priviledges, we know: toreade, 
 
 “ and cenfure. Doefo,but buy it firft. That doth beft 
 commend aBooke,theStationer fayes. Then, how odde foever your 
 braines be,or your wifedomes,makeyourlicencethe fame, and {pare 
 not. Iudgeyour fixe_penny orth,your fhillings worth, your five {hil- 
 lings worthatatime, orhigher, fo yourife tothe juft rates, and wele 
 come. But;whatever you doe,buy. Cenfure willnot drive a Trade, 
 or make the Iackegoe.And thoughyou be a Magiftrate of wit, and fic, 
 on the Stage at Black-Fryers , or the Cock-pit, to arraigne Playes dayly, 
 know,thefe Playes have had their triall already, and {tood out all Ap- 
 peales ; and doe now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court, 
 then any purchas'd Letters of commendation: : or: 
 
 It had beenea thing we confeflé,worthy to have beene wifhed,that 
 the Author himfelfe had liv-dto have fet forth, and overfeene his owne 
 writings.But fince it hath been ordain’d otherwife,and he by death de- 
 parted from that right,we pray you doe not envy his Friends , the office 
 of their care,and paine;to have collected and publifh’d them; and fo to 
 have publifht them , as where (before ) you were abus d with divers 
 ftolne, and furreptitious Copies,maimed and deformed by the frauds 
 and ftealths of injurious Impoftors, that expos’d them : even thofe, are 
 now offer'd to your view cured,and perfeé& of their limbes ; and all the 
 reft,abfolutein their numbers as heconceived them. Who, as he wasa 
 happy imitator of Nature,was amoft gentle exprefler of it. His minde 
 and hand went together : And what he thought, he uttered with that 
 eafineffe,that we have {carce received from hima blot in his Papers: 
 But it is not our Province,who onely gather his workes,and give them 
 youto praifehim. Itis yours that readehim. And theré we hope, to 
 your divers capacities , you will findeenough, both to draw,and hold 
 you: for his wit can no more lie hid,then it could be loft. Reade him, 
 therefore; and againe, and againe: Andif then you doenotlike him, 
 furely you are in fome manifeft danger,not to underftand him And fo 
 weleave youto other of his Friends, who, if youneed, can be your 
 guides: ifyouneedethem not, you can leadeyout felves, and others. 
 And {uch Readers we wifh him. 
 
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 Shakefpeare,and his V Vorkes, 
 
 GY Pectaror this Lifes Shaddow ws ; To fee 
 1% The truer image and a livelier he 
 Turne Reader. But,obferve his Comicke vaine, 
 Laugh, and proceed next to a Tragicke ftraine, 
 Then weepe , So when thon find ft two contrarics, 
 Two different pafSions fiom thy rapt foule rife, 
 Say, ( who alone effect fuch Wonders could) 
 Rare Shake-{peare to the life thou do/t behold. 
 
 An Epitaph on the admirable Dramaticke 
 
 Poet, VV.SHAKESPEARE, 
 
 wi? Hat neede my Shakef{peare for his honour'd bones, 
 
 RS The labour of an Age,in piled /tones 
 
 : Or that his hallow’d Reliques fhould be hid 
 
 Vader a ftarre-ypointing Pyramid : 
 
 Deare Sonne of Memory, great Flere of Fame, 
 
 What needft thon fuch dull witneffe of thy Name ? 
 
 Thon in our wonder and aftonifhment 
 
 Haft built thy felfe a lasting Monument : 
 
 For whil’ t to th’fhame of flow-endevouring Art 
 
 Thy eafie numbers flow,and that each part, 
 
 Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Booke, 
 
 Thofe Delphicke Lines with deepe Impre/sion tooke 
 
 Then thon our fancy of her felfe bereaviug, 
 
 Doft make us Marble with too much conceiving, 
 
 And fo Sepulcher'd in fuch pompe doft lie 
 
 That Kings for fuch a Tombe would Wwifh to die, 
 
TO THE MEM 
 
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 of the deceafed Author, Mafter 
 
 VV.SHAKESPEARE. @ 
 
 6 at: Hake-{peare,at length thy pious Fellowes give 
 EOD) The W orld thy Workes : thy Workes by which, out-live 
 sett Thy Tombe ,thy name mut: when that flone is rent, 
 And Time diffolves thy Stratford Monument, 
 
 Here we alive fhall view thee Still. This Booke, 
 
 When Braffe and Marble fade, fhall make thee looke 
 Frefh to all Ages: when Pofteritie 
 
 Shall loath what’s new thinke all ws prodigie 
 
 That is not Shakefpeares ; evry Line,each Verfe 
 Here (hall revive,redeeme thee from thy Herfe. 
 
 Nor Fire,nor cankring Age,as Nafo faid, 
 
 Of bis,thy wit-franght Booke (hall once invade. 
 
 Nor fhall 7 ere beleeve,or thinke thee dead 
 
 (Though mift untill our bankrout Stage be {ped 
 
 ( Jmpofsible ) with fome new ftraine tout-dee 
 
 Pafsions of luliet ,and her Romeo ; 
 
 Or till Lheare a Scene more nobly take, 
 
 Than when thy halfes/word parlying Y omans foake, 
 Till thefe,tifl any of thy Volumes reft . 
 
 Shall with more fire more feeling be expreft, 
 
 Be fure our Shake-{peare,thou canft never dye; 
 
 But crown d with Lawrell Jive eternally, 
 
 SR SD OEE ie sae Re Nn en OA secre an nenr erans se TE IN Nae RES Ls ules 
 
 Tothe Memory of M.W.Shake-fpeare. 
 
 pes? wondred (Shake-{peare)that thou went’ /t/o fone 
 
 ww sp From the Worlds-Stage,to the Graves-Tyying-reome. 
 ” We thought thee dead,but this thy Printed worth. 
 
 Tels thy Spe&tators,that thon went ft but forth 
 Toenter with applaufe. An Actors Art, . 
 Can dye,and live,to att a fecond Part. 
 That's but anExit of Mortality ; 
 This ,a Re-entrance toa Plandite. 
 
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 fpeare containing all his Comedies, Hifto- 
 
 ries,and Tragedies : Truly fet forth,according 
 totheir firft Originall. 
 
 The Names of the Principall Actors 
 
 in allthefe Playes. 
 BRAS? Tliam Shake[peare. | Samuel Gilburne. 
 S Lichard Burbadge. | ‘Robert Armin, 
 re” Jobn Hemmings. William O filer. 
 Auguftine Phillips. | Nathn Field. 
 William Kempt. | John Vuderwood. 
 Thomas Poope. Nicholas Tooley. 
 George Bryan. | Wilhiam Eccleftone. 
 Henry (ondell. Fofeph Taylor. 
 William Slye. ‘Robert Benfield. 
 Richard Cowly. Robert Goughe. 
 John Lowine. | Richard ‘Robinfon. 
 Samuel Croffe. John Shancke. 
 Alexander Cooke. i. John Rice. 
 
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 Tothe memory of my beloved, 
 The AV ERROR. ten: 
 
 . Mer. VVitutramM SHAKESPEARE 
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 what he hath left us. 
 
 Ft O draw no envy(Shakefpeare) on thy name, 
 ; ie Am I thus ample to thy Booke, and Fame: 
 samme, While I confeffe thy writings to be fuch, 
 As nezther Man, nor Mule, can pracfe too much: 
 Tis true, and all mens fuffrage. But thefe wayes 
 Were not the paths I meant untothy praife : 
 For feelieft Ienorance on thefe may light, 
 _ Which, when it founds at bef, but eccho’s right . 
 Or blinde Affection, whith doth ne're advance 
 The trath, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance. 
 Or crafty Malice, might pretend this praife, 
 And thinke to ruine, where it feem d to raife. 
 Thefe are, as fome infamous Baud, or whore, 
 Should praifea Matron, What could hurt her more? 
 But thon art proofe againft them ,andindeed 
 Above th ill fortune of them, or the need. 
 I therefore will beain. Sonte of the.Age | 
 The applause ‘ delight ! the wonder of our Stage ! 
 My Shakefpeare rife ; 1 will not lodge thee by 
 Chaucer, or Spenfer, or bd Beaumont /ye 
 A little farther, to make thee a roome : 
 Vhou art 4 Moxument, without a tombe, : 
 And art alive frill, while thy Booke doth live, | 
 And we have wits to read, and prayfe togive, , 
 That I not mixe thee fo, my braine excufes ; 
 Imeane with great, but difproportion'a Mufes: 
 For, if Ithought my judgement were of yeeres , 
 I bould commit thee furely wish thy peeres, 
 And teh, how farre thou didft our Lily owt-fhine, 
 Or {porting Kid, or Marlowes mighty line. 
 And though thon hadft (mall Laine andle(Je Greeke., 
 From thence to honour thee, I would not fecke 
 For names ; but call forth thund ring A{chilus, 
 Euripides, avd Sophocles to ws, 
 Paccuvius, Accius, hsm of Cordova dead, 
 . Toliveagaine , to heare thy Buskin tread, 
 And fhake a Stage : Or, when thy Sockes were on, 
 Leave thee alone for the comparifon 
 
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ofal, that infolent Greece, or hangbty Rome 
 (ent forth, or fince did from their afbes come. 
 Triumph, my Britaine, thou ba/t one to [bewe, 
 To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe. 
 He was not of an age, bat for all time : 
 And allthe Mules, till were ix their prime, 
 When like Apollo he came forth to warme 
 On eaves, or ike a Mercury tocharme ! 
 Nature her felfe was proud of his defignes, 
 And joy'd to weare the drefsing of bis lines ! 
 Which were fo richly [pun and woven fo fit, 
 As, fince, fhe wil vouch/afe wo other Wet. 
 The merry Grecke, tart Ariftophanes, 
 Meat Terence, witty Plautus, new not pleafe ; 
 But antiquated, and deferted lye 
 ~ As they were not of Natures family: 
 T6t muft [not give Nature all: Thy Art, 
 My gentle Shakefpeare, mnft enjoy 4 part. 
 For though the Poets matter, Nature le, 
 His art doth give the fafhion. And, that he, 
 Who cafts to write «living line, muft fweat, 
 ( fuch as thine are) and firike the feco na heat 
 ¥ pon the Mules aavile :turne the fame, 
 (And him/felfe with it) that he thinkes to frame 
 Or for the lawrell, he may gaine a [corne, 
 For agood Poct’s made, as well as borne. 
 And fach wert thon. Looke how the fathers face 
 Lives in his iffue, even fo, the race 
 Of Shakefpeares minde, and manners brightly fines 
 In hiswelltorned, and true filed lines : 
 In cach of which, he feemes to foake a Lanee, 
 As brandz[h't at the eyes of lonorance. 
 Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a fight it were 
 To (ce thee in omy water yet appeare, 
 And make thofe flights upon the bankes of Thames, 
 That fo did take Eliza, and our ames ! 
 But fay, I fee thee in the Hemifphere 
 Advanc dana made a Conffellation there! 
 Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, ana with rage, 
 Or influence, chide, or cheere the drooping Stage; 
 Which, fince thy flight from hence, hath mourn a hke night, 
 And defpaires day, but for thy Volumes light, 
 
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 fpeare and his Poems, 
 
 Mind reflecting ages paft , whofe cleere 
 ¢ And equal furface can make things appearé 
 Diftant a Thou[andyeares, and reprefent 
 Them in their lively colours yuft extent. 
 To out run hafty time, retrive the fates, 
 Rowle backe the heavens, blow ope the iron gates 
 Of death and Lethe where (confufed)lye 
 Great heapes of reinous mortalitie, 
 In that acepe duskie dungeon to difcerne 
 A royal Ghoft from Churles ; By art to learne 
 The Phy fiagnomie of fhades, and give 
 Them fuddaine birth, nendring how off they live. 
 what ftory coldly tes, what Pocts faine 
 At fecond hand, and pidiure without braine 
 Senfelelfe and fouleleffe fhowes. To give 4 Stage 
 (Ample and true with life) voyce, action, age, 
 As Plato's yeare and new Scene of the world 
 Them unto ws, or ud tothem bad hurld, 
 To raife our auncient Soveraignes frow their heifé 
 Make Kings his fubjec?s, by exchanging verfe 
 Enlive their pale trunkes, that the prefent age 
 Loyes in their joy and trembles at thetr rage: 
 Tet fo to temper pal ston, that our cares 
 Take pleafure in their paine. Andeyes in teares 
 Both weepe and fmile;fearefull at plots fo fad, 
 Then laughing at our feare ; abus*d, and glad 
 To be abus'd affecied with that truth 
 which we percerve ts falfe, pleas'd in that ruth 
 At which we flart ; dnd by claborate play 
 Torturd and tickled ;by a crablike way 
 Time pall made paftinse and in ugly fort 
 Difgorging up his ravazue for our fport 
 ——whele the Plebeian Impe from lofty throne , 
 Creates aud rules aworld, and workes wpon 
 Mankind ly fecret engines ; Now to move 
 A chiking pitty, thena rigorous love: 
 To firike up and ftroake downe , both joy and ire ; 
 To fleere th affections and by heavenly fire 
 Moenld us anew. Stolne fromour felves 
 This and much more which ‘cannot bee expreff, 
 But by himfelfe, bis tomgue and bis owne bref, 
 was Shakelpeares freehold, which his cunning braine 
 Improv dby favour of the nine fold traine, 
 
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he buskind Mufe, the Commicke Queene, the graand 
 4nd lomder tone of Clio ; nimble hana, 
 And rsimbler foote of the melodious patre, 
 The Silver voyced Lady; the moft faire | 
 Calliope, whofe peaking filence daunts: | 
 And fhe whofe prayfe the heavenly body chants. 
 
 Thefe joyntly wood him, emvying one another 
 (Obey ’d by all 2s Spoufe, but lov'd as brother) 
 And werought a curious robe of fable grave 
 Frefh greene,and pleafant yellow, red moft brave, 
 And conftant blew, rich purple, guiltleffe white 
 The lowly Rules, and the Scarlet bright ; 
 Branch t and embroydred like the painted Spring 
 Each leafe match't with a flower , and cach firing 
 Of golden wire, each line of filke , there ran 
 lealian workes whofe thred the Sifters/pun ; 
 And there did fing, er feeme to fing, the choyee 
 Birdes of a forraine note and various veyce. 
 Here hangs a moffey rocke ; there playes a faire 
 But chiding fountaine purled : Not the ayre 
 Nor cloudes nor thunder, but were living drawne 
 Not out of common Tiffany or Lawne, 
 But fine materials, which the Mufes know 
 And onely know the constries wherethey grow. 
 
 Now when they could no longer bins enjoy 
 In mortal gar ments pent ; death may deftroy 
 They fay his body, but his verfe fhallive 
 And more then nature takes eur bands fhall give, 
 In aleffe velumne, but more ftrongly bonnd 
 Shakefpeare fhall breath and (peake with Laurell crown a 
 Which never fades. Fed with Ambrofian meate 
 in awell-lyned vefinre rich and neste, 
 
 So with this robe they cloath him, bid him weare it 
 
 For time fhallnever flaine,nor evy teare st. 
 
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 SS" You Britaines brave ; for done are Shake-fpeares dayes « 
 ives His dayes are done that made the dainty Playes, 
 Which made the Globe of Heav'n and Earth to ring. 
 Dry d is that Veine,dry d is the Thefpian Spring, 
 Turi d all to tearesand Phocbus (londes bis ‘Rayes : 
 That Corpe’s that Coffin now befticke thofe Bayes, 
 Which crown 'd him Poet fir/t,then Poets King. 
 Tragedies might any Prologue have, 
 All chofe be made, would fcarce make one to this : 
 Where Fame,now that he gone is to the Grave, 
 (Deaths publique Tyring-houfe )the Nuncius #, 
 For though his Line of life went fone about; : 
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 Hiftories, and Tragedies contained 
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 : gil Tempel Verbie! oar life of K ing Henry the 5. 
 
 Sat “T he two Gentlemen of | The firft part of K ,Heny the6. 
 
 The Merry Wives of W indfor. The 2 part of K.Henry the é. 
 MM. cafurefor =\feafure. | The 3 part of K. Henry the 6, 
 
 The Comedy of Errors. Lhe Tragedie of Richardthe 3, 
 eM uch adoe about Nothing. The famous biftory of Henry 8. 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 eMidfommers nights Dreame| ee 
 The Merchant of Venice, ‘Troylus and Chale 
 eA s you like it The Tragedy of Coriolanus, 
 T hetaming of the Shreve, Titus Anda 
 
 eA ll’s well that ends well, Romeo and Luliet. 
 
 Tragedies. 
 
 Tinelfe nic bt,or Ss Fe sacl Timon of Athens, 
 Lhe Winters Tale. The Tragedy of Lulius Caefar. 
 ae The Tragedy of Macbeth. 
 Hiftories, | The Tragedy of Hamlet, 
 The hfe and death of K lohn. | The 7; agedy of Kina 
 
 TL be life ce death of K R the 26 The Af core of Venice, 
 Lhe life and death of K.-H. 4A 
 
 Tbe fecond part of K Huthe 4. | 7 
 
 nthony and Cleopatra, 
 
 be Tragedy of Cymbeline. 
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 A tempefiiods noife of Thunder and Lightning heard : Ena | 
 
 ter a Ship-mafter and a Bote/waine. 
 
 CMafter. 
 Ote-fwaine. 
 
 Boref. Heere Matter : What cheere ?’ 
 
 Maft. Good + Speake, to ch’Mariners: 
 fall too’t, yarely, Or we run Our lelyes, a 
 ground,bettirre,bettirre. Exit. 
 
 Extér Mariners. 
 
 Bote: Heigh my hearts,cheerely, cheerly my hearts : 
 yare,yare : Take inthe toppe-fale : Tend to th Maiters 
 whiftle ; Blow till rhou burit thy winde, if roome.¢- 
 nough. 
 
 Enter Alon[o,Sebaftian, Anthonio,F erdinando, 
 Gousalo,and o:hers. 
 
 elon, Good Bote-{waine have care : wher's the Ma- 
 {ter ? Play the men. 
 
 Bore/. 1 pray now keepe below. 
 
 efnth. Where isthe Malter ,Bofon ? 
 
 Bote, Doyownot heave him? you _marre our labour, 
 Keepe your Cabins : yon do affilt the ftorme. : 
 
 Gonz. Nay,good be patient. 
 
 Bote/. When the Sea is : hence,what cares thefe roa- 
 rers for the name of King? to Cabine ; filence ; trouble 
 us not. 
 
 Gon, Good yet remember whom thou haft aboord. 
 
 Botef. None that [more love then my felfe. Youare 
 a Counfellor, if youcan.com nand theie Elementsto fi- 
 lence,, and worke the peace of the prefent,wee will. not 
 handarepe more, ufe your authoritie: If you cannot, 
 give thankes you-have liv’d folong, and make your felfe 
 
 readie in your Cabine for the miichance of the houre, | 
 
 if it fo hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our 
 fay. Exit. 
 
 Gox.1 have great comfort from this fellow:methinkes 
 he hath no drowning marke upon hiin, bis complexion 
 is perfect Gallowes : fland taft good Fate ‘to er han- 
 ging, make the rope‘of his deftiny our Cable, for our 
 owne doth little advantage : If he be not borne tobee 
 hang’d,our cafe is miferable. Exit. 
 
 Exter Botefwaiv-. 
 
 Botef; Downe with the top-Malk : yare, lower,lower, 
 bring her to Try with Maine-courte. A plague 
 A cry withine — Enter Sebaftian, «. Githouta & Gonzalo. 
 
 Way I | 
 
 Seen cer en 
 
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 upon this howling : they’ are lowder.then the weather, | 
 or our ofice; yer againe # What d6 yowheere?Shall we 
 give oré and drawne,have youa minde to finke ? 
 Sebaf. K poxe OyOur throat, you bawling, blafphe- 
 mous incharitable Dos. *. 
 Botef. Worke youthen. ‘ 
 Anh. Hang cur,hang, you whorefon infolent Noyfe- 
 maker; we are leffe afraid to be dr ownde,then thou art. 
 Gonz. Pie warrant him. for drowning, though the 
 Ship were ho fonger then a Nutt-thell, ,and.as lealy as 
 an unffanched wench: PENN 
 Boref. Lay her ahold, ahold, fet-her two. courfes off 
 to Sea againe,lay heroft, Ebod 
 Enter At avinors wet. re 
 Mari. Ail lof.to prayers to prayers,all loft, 
 Bote. What oiult one mouths be'coid ? 5 aA 
 Gen. The King,and Prince at prayers,icr’ sail them, | 
 for our cafe is as theirs. bas 
 Seba: Tam out of patierice. yd 
 efi. Weare mee: lycheated of our hives by drunkards, 
 This wide-chopt-rafcail, would'thow mightit lye drow- 
 ning the wafhing of te Tides. 
 Gonz, Hee'l be hang’d yet, 
 Though every drop of water fweare againf{t at, ; 
 And gape at widft to glut him. e4 confufednasfe within, 
 Mercy on us. 
 We fplit,we fplit, Farewell my wife, and children, 
 Farewell brother : we fplit,we {plit,we {plit, 
 eAnth. Lets all finke with’ King 
 Seb. “Let’s take leave of him. Exit. 
 Gonf. Now would Igivea thonfand furlongs of Sea, 
 for an Acre of batrea ground:Long heath, Browne 
 firrs,any thing ; the wills above bedone, but 1 would 
 fainedye a dry death, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Exter Profpero and Mirands. 
 
 Mira, If by your Art (my deereit father), you haye 
 
 Put the wilde waters in this Rore;alay them: 9 | 
 
 The skye it (eemre’ would powre downe ftinking bitchy: } 
 
 But that the Seaymountitg to tl welkins cheeke;.  “? 
 
 Dathés the fire out. Oh! { have fuffered) > 4 
 
 With thofe that I faw {utter A brave veflell et 
 Pee 5 Who. | 
 
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 sieenpnstatine 
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 The Tempel 
 
 (Who had no doubt fome noble creaturein her) 
 Dath’dall to peeces : O the cry did knocke nd 
 Again{t my very heart : poore foules,they periih'd- 
 Had I bin any. God of power, I would 
 Havefuncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere 4 
 It thould thé good Ship fo have {wallow d,an 
 The fraughting Soules within her. 
 Frof, Becollected, ee 
 Nomore amazement: Tell your pittcous heart 5 
 there's no harme done. 
 Mira. Q woe, the day. 
 Prof, No harme. 
 I have done nothing, but incareofthee 7, 
 ( Of thee my deere one ; thee my daughter) we 
 Art ignorant of whapthowart, nought knowing 
 Of whence I am : nor that fam more better 
 Then Profero, Matter of a full. poore cell, 
 And thy no greater Father. 
 Mira. More toknow 
 Did never meddle with my thoughts. 
 Prof, ’Tistime 
 I fhould informe thee farther : Lend thy hand 
 And plucke my Magick garment from me: So, f 
 Lye there my Arc: wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort, 
 The direfull {pectacle of the wracke whichtouch'd 
 The very vertue of compaffion in thee : 
 I have with {uch compaffion in mine Art 
 So fafely ordered, that there'is nofoule 
 No not fo much perdition asan hayre 
 Betide toany creature in the veffell ; 
 Which thou heardft cry, which thon faw’ft finke: Sit 
 For thou muft now know farther. (downe, 
 Aéra. You have often 
 Begun to tell me what I'am, but ftopt 
 And left me to the booteleffe Inquifition, 
 Concluding, ftay : not yet. 
 Pro/-The houre’s now come, : 
 The very minute byds thee ope thine eare, 
 Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember 
 A time before we came unto this Cell? 
 I doe not thinke thon canft, for then thou was’t nor 
 Out three yeares old. 
 Mira. Certainely Sir, I cane 
 ‘Prof. By what? by any other hone; or perfon? 
 Of any thing the Image,tell me, that 
 Hath kept with thy remembrance. 
 Mira. * Tis farre off. x 
 And rather like a dreame, then’ah affurance 
 That my remembrance warrants : Had I not 
 Fowre, or five women once, fat tended me? 
 Prof. Thou hadft ;and more (Miranda: But how is ft 
 That this livesin thy mind 2 What feeft thon els 
 In the dark-backward and Abifine of Time ? 
 Yfthou remembreft ought ere thou cam’ft here, 
 How thoucam’ft here thou mayft. * 
 Mira. But that I doe not. 
 Prof. Twelve yere fince ( Miranda) twelve yerefince, 
 Thy Father was the Duke of Aillaine, and 
 A Prince of power : 
 Mira. Sir, arenot you my Father ? 
 Prof: Thy Mother wasa peece of vertue,and 
 She fayd thou waft my daughter; and thy father 
 Was Duke of Adillaine, and his onely heire: 
 And Princeffe ; no worfe Iffied, 
 ’ Mira, Othe heavens, o 
 What fowle play had we, that we came from thence? 
 
 Or bleffed was’t we did ? 
 Prof. Both, both my Girle. ; 
 By fowleplay (as thou fayeft) were we heaved thence, 
 But blefledly holpe hither. 
 Mira. Omy heart bleedes 
 To thinke oth’ teene that I have turnd youto, | 
 Which is from my remembrance,pleafe you,farther; 
 Prof. My brother and thy vacle, call’d e-snthonio: 
 I pray thee marke me, that a brother fhould 
 Be fo perfidions : he ,whom next thy felfe 
 Of all the world Ilov'd, and to him put 
 The mannage of my ftate, as at that time 
 Though all the fignories it was the firlt, 
 And Profpero,the prime Duke, being fo reputed 
 In dignity; and for the Liberall Artes, 
 Withonta paralell ; thofe being all my ftudie, 
 The Government I caft upon my brother, : 
 And to my ftate grew ftranger, being tranfported 
 And rapt in fecrer ftudies, thy falfe vncle 
 
 (Doeft thou attend me?) 
 
 Mira, Sir, moft heedefully. = 
 
 Prof, Being once perfected how to grant {uites, 
 How to deny them : whom t’aduauce,and whom 
 To trafh for over-toppinng; new created 
 The creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang‘d ’em, 
 Or elfe new form’d ’em ; having both the key, 
 
 OF Oifficer, and office, fet ail hearts eth flare 
 
 Towhat tune pleas’d his eare, that now he was 
 
 The Ivy which had hid my princely Trunck, 
 
 And fickt my verdure out on’t : Thon attend‘ft not? 
 (Mira, O good Sir, I doe. ; 
 Prof: I pray thee marke me: 
 
 I thus negiecting worldly ends, all dedicated 
 
 To clofenes, and the bettering of my mind 
 
 With that, which but by being retired 
 
 Ore-priz’d all popular rate : in my falfe brother 
 
 Awak'd an evill nature, and my truft 
 
 Like a good parent, did beget of him 
 
 A falfehood tn it’s contrary,as great 
 
 As my truft was, which had indeede no limit, 
 
 A confidence fans bound. He being thus Lorded, 
 
 Not onely with what my revenew yeelded, 
 
 But what my power might elfe exa&. Like one 
 
 Who having into truth, by telling oft, 
 
 Made fuch a fynner of his memorie 
 
 Tocredite his owne lie, he did beleeve 
 
 He was indeed the Duke, out oth’ Subftitution ~ 
 
 And executing th’ outward face of Rojaltie 
 
 Withall prerogative : hence is Ambition growing: 
 
 Do’ft thou heare? 
 
 Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafeneffe. 
 
 ‘Prof. Te have no Schreene between this part he plaid 
 And him he plaid it for, he needes will be 
 Abfolute AMillaine, Me ( poore man) my Librarie 
 Was Dukedomie large enough : of temporall roialties 
 He thinkes me now incapable. Confederates 
 ( Se drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples 
 To give him annuali tribute, doe him homage 
 Subject his Coronet, to his Crowne, and bend 
 The Dukedome yet unbowed ( alas poore AdsHaine) 
 To much ignoble ftooping. 
 
 Mira. Oh the heavens : 
 
 Prof. Marke his condition, 
 Ifthis might be a brother, 
 
 Mira. T thould finne 
 To thinke but Noblie of, my Grand-mother, 
 
 and th’event,then tell me 
 
 600d 
 
The Tempeft. : , 3 
 
 a EAA 
 Good wombes have borne bad fonnes. 
 ‘Pre. Now the condition. 
 This King of Naples being an Enemy 
 To me inveterate, hearkens my brothers {uit, 
 Which was, That he in lieu o'th’ premifes, 
 Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute, 
 Should prefently extirpate me and mine 
 Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire AGsLasve 
 With all the honors, on: my brother : Whereon 
 A treacherous Armie levied, one mid-night 
 Fated to th’ purpofe, did e4uthonio open 
 The gates of Vakasne, and ith’ dead of darkenefie 
 The Minifters for th’ purpofe hurried thence 
 Me, and thy crying felte. 
 Mir. Alack, tor pitty : 
 I not remembring how I cride out then 
 Will cry it ore againe : itis.a hint 
 That wrings mine.eyes toot. 
 Pre. Heare a little further, 
 And then I’le bring thee to. the prefent bufineffe 
 Which now’s upon’s : without the which, this ftory 
 Were moft impertinent. 
 Mir. Wherefore did they not 
 That houre deftroy us? 
 Pro. Well demanded, wench: 
 My Tale provokes that queftion : Deare, they durft not, 
 So deare the love my people bore me : nor fet 
 A marke fo bloudy oa the bufineffe; but 
 With colours fairer, painted their foule ends. 
 In few, they hurried us a-boord a Barke, 
 Bore us fome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared 
 A rotten carkafle ofa Butt, not rigg’d, 
 Nor tackle, nor fayle, nor maft; the very rats 
 Inftinctiuely have quit it : “There they hoytt us 
 To cry to th’ Sea, thatroard to us; tofigh 
 To th’ windes, whofe pitty fighing backeagaine 
 Didus but loving wrong. ) 
 Mi. Alack, what trouble 
 Was I then to you ? 
 Pro. O,aCherubin 
 Thon was’t that did preferve me; Thou didft {inile, 
 Infufed with a fortitude from heaven, 
 When I have deck’d the fea with drops full falt, 
 Vader my burchen groan’d, which rais’d in me 
 An undergoing ftomacke, to beare up 
 Againft what fhould entue. 
 eMin, How camewe atfhore ? 
 Pre. By providence divine , 
 Some food, we had, andiome frefh water, that 
 A noble XN copohtan Gonzalo 
 Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed 
 Matter of this defigne) did give us, with . 
 Rich garments, linnens, fiuffs, and neceflaries 
 Which fince have fteeded much, {o of his gentleneffe 
 Knowing I lov’d my bookes he fernifhd me 
 Froin mine owne Library, with volumes, that 
 I prize above my Dukedome. 
 Mir. Would i might 
 But ever {ee that man. 
 Pro. Now Iarife, : 
 Sit ftill, and heare the lat of our fea-forrow: 
 Heere in this land wearriu’d, and heere 
 Have I, thy Schoolematicr, made thee more profit 
 Then other Princeffe can, that have more time 
 For vainer howres; and ! utors; not {0 careful. 
 Air. Heavens thanke you for’t. And now I pray youSir, 
 
 , 
 
 ’ 
 
 For ftill ‘tis beating in my mind ; your reafon 
 For ray fing this Sea-ftorme ? 
 
 Pro, Know thus far forth, 
 By accident moft ftrange, bountifull Fortuve 
 (Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies 
 Brought to this fhore: And by my prefcience 
 I finde my Zenith doth depend upon 
 A moftanfpitious ftarre, whofe influence 
 If now I conrt not, but omit , my fortunes 
 Will ever after droope : Heare ceafe more queftions, 
 Thou art inclindeto fleepe : ‘tis a good dulneffe, 
 And give it way : know thou canft not chafe’; 
 Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now, 
 Approach my e4rse/.. Come. Enter eAfriel. 
 
 e471, Allhaile, great Master, grave Sir, haile I come 
 Toanfwer thy beft pleafure'; be it to fly, 
 To fwim, to dive intothe fire: to ride 
 On the curld clowdes : to thy ftrong bidding, taske 
 Ariel, and all his Qualitie. 
 
 Pro. Haltthou, Spirit, 
 
 Performd to point, the Tempeft that I bad thee. 
 
 e4r. Toevery Article. 
 Eboorded the Kings fhip : now on the Beake, 
 Now in the Waite, the Decke, in every Cabyn, 
 I flam’d ainazement, fometimes I'd divide 
 And burne in many places ; on the top-matt, 
 The Yards and Bore- {prit, would I flame diftin@ly; 
 Then meete, and joyne. Joves Lightning, the precurfers 
 O’th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie 
 And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks 
 Of fulphurous roaring, the mof mighty DN eprure 
 Seeme to befiege and mahe his bold waves tremtble, 
 Yea, his dead Trident fhake. 
 
 Fro. My brave Spirit, 
 Who was fo firme, fo conftant, that this coyie 
 Would not infect his reafon ? 
 
 4r, Nota foule 
 But felt a Feaver of the madde, and plaid 
 Some trickes of difperation; ali but Mariners 
 Plung’d in the foaming bryne, and quit the veffel!; 
 Then ail a fire with me the Kings fonne Ferdizand 
 With haire up-ftaring (then like reeds, not haire) 
 Was the firft man that leapt; cride hellis empty, 
 Andall the Divells are heere, 
 
 Pro. Why that’s myefpirit : 
 But was not this nigh fhore? 
 
 er. Clofe by, my Matter. 
 
 Fro. But are they ( dried) {afe ? 
 
 4r. Notahaire pertiit: 
 Qn their fuftaining gafwerts not a blemith, 
 But frefber then before saad as thou badit me; 
 In troops I have difper{d them *bout the.Ifle: 
 The Kings fonne have ! landed by him({cife, 
 Whom I left cooling ofthe Ayre with fighes, 
 Inan edde Angle of the Ifle, and fitting, 
 His armes in this fad knot. 
 
 Pro. Of the Kings fhip, 
 The Marriners, fay how thou haft difpofd, 
 Andall the reft o’th’ Fieere? 
 
 Ar. Safely in harbour 
 Is the Kings thippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once 
 Thou calidit me up at midnight to fetch dewe 
 From the ftill-vext Bermeoti-s, there the’s hid; 
 The Marriners all under hatches ttowed, a 
 Who, with a Charme joynd co their fuffered labour 
 Thave left afleepe: and for the reft o’th’ Fleer 
 
 A% : Whieh 
 
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 | ~ The Tempeft. 
 
 4. 
 
 (Which I difpers’d) they all have met againe, 
 And areupon the Afedsterranean Flote 
 Bound fadly home for 2gples, 2 ' 
 Suppoling that they faw the Kings fhip wrackt, 
 And his great perfon perifhe 
 Pro. -Ariel, thy charge 
 Exactly is perform’d; but there’s more worke : 
 What isthe time o'th’ daye 
 Ar, Patt the mid feafon. : 
 Fro. At |caft two Glafles : the time *twixt fix & now 
 Mutt by us both be {pent moft precioutly. ; 
 Ar. Ts there more toyle?Since} doft give me paines, 
 Let me remember thee what thou haft promis’d, 
 Whichis not yét perforin’d mes 
 Pro. How now ? moodic 2 
 Which is’t thou canft demand 2 
 ‘eA My Libertie. 
 Pro. Before the time be out? no more s 
 e4r, I preether. : 
 Remember I have done thee worthy fervice 
 Told thee no lyes ,made thee io miftakings, ferv’d 
 Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promife 
 To bate me afull yeare. 
 Pro. Do'ft thou forget i 
 From what atormentI did freethee? Ar. No. 
 Pro. Thou do’ ft : & thinkeft it muchte tread the Ooze 
 Of the falt deepe ; ; 
 To run upon the fharpe winde of the North, 
 To doe me bufineffe in the veines o’th earth 
 When it isbak’ d with froft. 
 er. L doe not Sir $ 
 Pro. Thou lieft, malignant Thing : haft thou forgot 
 The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Ageand Envy 
 Was gowne intoa hoope? haft thou fergot her? 
 Ar. No Sir. : 
 Pro, Thou haft-: where was fhe born? {peak: tell me: 
 4r. Sir, in Arger. 
 Pro. Oh, was the fo: I muft > 
 Once ina moneth recount what thou haft bin, 
 Which thou forgetft. This damn'd Witch Sycorax 
 For mifchiefes manifold, aud forceries terrible 
 Toenter humane hearing, from e4rgéer 
 Thou know’{t was banith’d: for one thing fhe did 
 They would not take her life: Is not this true? 4r.I Sir. 
 Fro. This blew ey’d hag, was hither brought with 
 And here was left by th’ Saylars ;thoumy flave, (child, 
 As thou reportft thy felft, was then her fervant, 
 | And for thou waft a Spirit too delicate 
 | To Act her earthy, sre abhord. commands, 
 Refufing her grand helts, the did confine thee 
 By helpe of her more potent minifters,. 
 And in her moft unmuttigable rage, 
 Into a cloven Pyne; within which rift 
 Imprifon’d, thou didft painefully remaine 
 A dozen yeares : within which {pace the di’d, 
 _ And left thee there: where thou didft vent thy groanes 
 _ As faftas Mill-wheeles ftrike : Then was this Ifland 
 (Save for the Sunne that he did littour heere, 
 A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne ) not honour’d with 
 A humane fhape. 
 fr. Yes: Caliban her fonne. 
 Per. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Calban 
 Whom now] keepe infervice, thou beft know’ ft 
 What torment I did findethee in; thy grones 
 Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the brefts 
 Of ever-angry Beares; it was a torment 
 
 Deters See 
 
 . 
 
 To Jay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax 
 
 Could not againe undoe : it was mine Art, 
 When I arriu’d,and heard thee, that made gape 
 The Pyne, and let thee out. 
 
 e4r. Ithanke thee Matter. 
 
 Pro. If thou more murmur’ft, I will rend an Oake 
 And peg thee in his knotty entrailes,till 
 Thou haft howl’d away twelve winters: 
 
 e4r. Pardon, Matter 
 I will be correfpondent to command 
 And doe my fpryting, gently. _ 
 Pro, Doe fo : and after two dayes 
 I will difcharge thee. 
 
 4r. That’smy noble mafter : 
 
 What fhall 1 doe? fay what? what fhall I doe? 
 
 Pro. Goe make thy felfeliketo a Nymph o'th’ Sea, 
 Be fubject to no fight but thine, and mine : invifible 
 To every eye-ball elfe: goetake this fhape 
 And hither come in’t : goe : hence 
 With diligence, Exit. 
 
 Pro. Awake, deere heart awake, thou haft flept well, 
 Awake. 
 
 . (Mr.The ftrangenes of your ftory,put 
 Heavinefle in me. 
 Fro. Shake it off: Come on, 
 Wee'll vifit © aéiban, my flave, who never 
 Yeelds us kinde anfwere. 
 Mir. Tis a viilaine Sir, 1 doe notlove to looke on. ~ 
 Fro. But as’tis 
 Wecannot miffe him : he do’s make our fire, 
 Fetch in our wood,and ierves Offices 
 That profit us : What hoa : flave : Caliban: 
 Thou Earth thou: {peake. 
 Cal. withm. There’s woodenoughwithin. 
 Pro.Come forth I fay,there’s other bufinefle for thee: | 
 Come thon Tortoys, when? Exeter gril like a water 
 
 Fine apparition : my quaint Arie, Nympb. 
 Hearke in thine eare. 
 er, My Lord, it thall be done, Exit. 
 
 Pro, Thou poifonous flave, got by the divell himfelfe 
 Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Calibar. } 
 Cal. As wicked dewe, asere my mother brufh’d- 
 With Ravens feather from unwholefome Fen, 
 Drop on you both: A Southweft blow on yee, 
 
 And blifter you all ore. 
 
 . Pro.For this be fure, to night thou fhalt have cramps, 
 Side-ftitches, that fhall pen thy breath up, Vrcbins 
 Shall for that vaft of night, that they may worke 
 Allexercife on thee : thou fhalt be pinch’d ° 
 As thicke as hony-combe,each pinch more ftinging 
 Then Bees that made ’em. 
 
 Cal. I mutt eate my dinner : 
 This Ifland’s mine by Sycorax my mother, ' 
 Which thou tak’ft from me: when thou cam’ft firft 
 Thou ftroak{t me,& made much of me:wouldft give me 
 Water with berries in’t : and teach me how 
 To name thebigger Light, and how the leffe 
 That burne by day, and night : and then I loved thee 
 And thewed theeall the qualities o’th’ Ifle, 
 The freth Springs, Brine-pirs; barren place and fertill, 
 Curs’d be I that I did fo: All the Charmes 
 OF Sycorax : Toades, Beetles, Batts light on yous 
 For ] am all the Subjects that you have, 
 Which firft was mine owne King: and here you fty-me 
 Inthis hard Rocke, whiles youdoe keepe fromme _ 
 The reft o’th’ Hland. 
 
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Pra. Thou mott lying flave, 
 Whom ftripes may move, nor kindnes:1 have us'd thee 
 ( Filthas thou art) with humane care, and lodg’d thee 
 Ln mine owne Cell, till thou didft fecke to violate 
 The honour of my childe, 
 (al. Oh ho, oh ho, would’. had bene done : 
 Thou didf prevent me, I had peopel’d elfe 
 This Ifle with Calsbans, 
 Mir. Abhiorzed Slave, 
 | Which any print of goodneffe will net take, 
 Being capable of all iil: I pittyed thee, 
 Took paines to make thee {peake,taught thee each houre. 
 One thing or other : when thou didit not (Sauage) 
 Know thine owne meaning; but wouldft gabble, like 
 Athing moft brutith, I endow'dthy purpofes 
 With words that made them knowne:But thy vild race 
 (Tho thon didft learn)had chat in’t,which good natures 
 Could not abide to be'with; therefore waft thou 
 Defervedly confin’d into this Rocke, who hadft 
 Deferi’d more thena prifon. ; 
 Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on’t 
 Is, I know how to curfe : the red-plague rid you 
 For learning me your language. 
 Pro. Hag-feed hence: 
 Fetch us in Fewell, and be quicke thou’rt beft 
 To an{wer other bufinefle: fhrug’ft thou (Malice). 
 If thou neglect, or doft unwillingly 
 What I command, Ue rackethee with old crampes, 
 Fillall thy bones with Aches, make thee rore, 
 That beatts hall tremble at thy dyn. 
 Cal, No, pray thee. 
 I mutt obey, bis Art is of fuch pow’r, 
 Ir would controll my Dams god Setebos, 
 And make a vaflaile of him, 
 Pro. So flave, hence, Exit Cal. 
 Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, invsfible playing & finging. 
 eArriel Song. (ome unto thefe yelow fandi, ~~ 
 and then take hands ; 
 Curtfied when yor have, and kif 
 the wilde waves whiff : 
 Foote it featl beere, and there, and fwecte Sprights beare 
 the burthen, Burthen difperfedly. 
 Harke, harke, bowgh cee, the watch-Dogges barke, 
 owgh-wawgh. 
 Ar. Hark bark,I beare the jiraine of firutting Chasticlere 
 cry cockadidle-dowe. 
 Fer, Where fhold this Muficke be? I’th aire,or th’earth? 
 It founds no more:and fureit waytes upon 
 Some god oth'Lland, fitting ona banke, 
 Weeping againe the King my Farhers wracke. 
 This Mufickecrept by me upon the Waters, 
 Allaying both their fury, and'my paffion 
 With it’s {weet ayre : thence I have follow’d it 
 (Or it hath drawne me rather) but’tis gone. 
 No, it begin againe. 
 Ariel Song. Full fadem five thy Father lies, 
 « Of bis bones are Corvall made: 
 TF hofe are pearles that were his eyes, 
 Nothing of bis thar doth fade, 
 But doth fulfer a Sea-change 
 Tato [oimeshing rich ef Strange: 
 Sea- XK srophs honrly ring his knell, 
 Burthen: ding dong. 
 Harkenow I heare them, ding-dong bel, 
 Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown’d father ; 
 This is n0 mortall bufines, nor no {ound 
 
 P Ce ee 
 LA OL tT 
 
 The Tempeft. 
 
 5 
 
 That theearth owes : I heare it now above me. 
 Pro, The fringed Curtaines ef thine eye advance, 
 And fay what thon fee’ft yond. 
 (Mira. What is’t a {pirit ? 
 Lord, how it lookes about : Beleeve me fir; 
 It carries a brave forme. But ’tisa {pirit. 
 Pre. No wench, it eats,and fleepes,& hath {uch fenfes 
 As we have; fuch. This Gallant whichthou feeft 
 Was inthe wracke : and but hee’s fomething ftain'd 
 With griefe (chat’s beauties canker) ¥ might’ft cali him 
 A goodly perfon : he hath loft his fellowes, 
 And ftrayes about to finde’em. 
 Afir. I might call him 
 A thing divine,for nething naturall 
 Tever taw fo Noble. 
 Pro. It goes on Ifee 
 As my foule prompts it: Spirit, fine fpirit,Ile free thee 
 
 | Within two dayes for this. 
 
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 Fer. Mott {ure the goddeffe 
 Onwhom thefe ayres attend : Vouchfafe my pray'r 
 May know, if you remaine upon this Iland, 
 And that you will fome good inftruction give 
 How I may beare me heere : my prime requeft 
 (Which I do laft pronounce) is (O you wonder) 
 If you be Mayd,or.no? 
 (Mir. No wonder fir, 
 But certainely a Mayd. 
 Fer, My Language? Heavens : 
 Lam the beft of them that {peake this {peech, 
 Were I but where’tis fpoken. 
 Pro. How? the beft ? 
 What wer’t thouif the King of ¢p/es heard thee? 
 Fer. A fingle thing,as I am now,that wonders 
 To heare thee fpeake of 2 apies: he do’ sheare me, 
 And that he do’s,I weepe: my felfe am Naples, 
 Who,with mine eyes (never fince at ebbe)beheld 
 The King my Father wrack’t. 
 War. Alacke,for mercy. 
 Fer. Yes faith,and all his Lords, the Duke of A4illaine 
 And his brave fonne,being twaine. 
 Pro. The Duke of CWillaine 
 And his more braver daughter,could controll thee 
 If now ‘twere fitto do’t : At the firft fight 
 They have chang’d eyes : Delicate Ariel, 
 Ile fet thee free forthis. A word good Sir, 
 1 feare you have done your felfe fome wrong: A word. 
 Mr. Why fpeakes my father fo urgently ? This 
 Is thethird man that ere-I faw : the firlt 
 That ere I figh'd for : pitty move my father 
 To beenclin’d my way. 
 Fer. O,if a Virgin, 
 And your affection not gone forth,Te make you 
 The Queene of 2 «pies. 
 Pro. Soft Sir,one word more. 
 They are both in eythers pow’rs : But this fwift bufines 
 IT muff uneafie make,leaft toolightwinniag  « 
 Make the prizelight. One word more sl charge thee 
 That thou attend me : Thou do’ft heere ufurpe 
 The name thon ow’ft not,and haft put thy felfe 
 Vpon this Ifland,as a {py,to winit 
 From me,the Lord on’t 
 Fer. No,asTam aman, 
 (Mir. Ther’s nothing ill,can dwell in fucha Temple, { 
 If the ill-{pirit have fo faire a houfe, 
 Good things will ftrive to dwell with’t. 
 Pre. Follow me. 
 
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 3 Prof. \ 
 
The Tempeft ‘ 
 
 Prof. Speake not you for him : hee’sa Traitor:come, 
 Tle manacie thy necke and feete together : 
 Sea water fhalt thou drinke : thy foed fhall be - 
 The freth-hrooke Muffels, wither’d roots, and huskes 
 Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow. 
 Fer. No, : : 
 I Will refift {uch entertainement, till 
 ine enemy ha’s more pow f» 
 ¥ : He praee andis charmed from movinge 
 Mira. OdeereFahery 
 Make not too rafha triall of him, for 
 dee’s gentle, and not fearefull. 
 Prof. What I fay, 
 My foote my Tutor? Pur thy {word up Traytor, 
 Who makes a fhew, but dar’ft not ftrike: thy confcience 
 Is poffeft with guilt: Come from thy ward, 
 For I can heere difarme thee with this fticke, 
 And make thy weapon drop. 
 Mir. Befeech you Father. 
 Fro. Hence: hang not on my garments. 
 emir. Sir have pity, 
 Ile be his furety- 
 Pro. Silence: One word more 
 S hall] make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What, 
 Anadvocate for an Impottor? Huth : 
 Thou think’ft thereis no more fuch fhapes as he, 
 (Having feene but him and (aAban:) Foolith wench, 
 Toth’ moft ofmen, this is a (ahban, 
 And they to him are Angels. 
 Mir. My affections 
 Are then moft humble: Ihave no ambition 
 To fee agoodlie: man. 
 Pre. Come on, obey: 
 Thy Nerves are in their infancy againe. 
 Andhave no vigour in them. 
 Fer, So they are: 
 My fpizits, asin adreame, are all bound up: 
 My Fathers lofic, the weakneffe which Ifeele, 
 The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats, 
 To whome! ain fuddude: are but light tome, 
 Might J but through my prifon oncea day 
 Behold this Maydiallcorners clfe o’th’ Earth 
 Let liberty make ufe of : {pace enough 
 Have I in fucha prifon. 
 Pre. it workes: Come on 
 Thou haft done well, fine Arief: follow me, 
 Harke what thou elfe fhalt do me. 
 Mr. Be of comfort, 
 | My Father's of a better nature(Sir) 
 + Then he appeares by fpeech sthis is unwonted 
 Which now came from him. 
 Pre. Thou halt beas free 
 As mountaine wiades , but then exadtly do 
 All points of my command. 
 Ar. To th’fyllable. 
 
 Pre. Come follow : {peake not for him. Exeunt. 
 
 Attus dae Scena Prim 
 
 Enter Alonfo,Sebapian, eAnthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, 
 Francifco, and others. 
 Genz. Befeech you Sir, be merry: you have caufe, 
 (So have we all) of joy; for our elcape 
 
 _fhould. 
 
 Ismuch beyond ~ as soba of see! 
 Is common, every day, fome Saylors Wit, 
 The Mafters of fomne Schutt, and the Mer a 
 Have juit our Theame of woe: But for the mixacte, 
 (Imeaneour prefervation) fewinmillions , 
 Can fpeake like us : then wifely ( good Sis) weIg 
 Our {orrow, ie our comfort. 
 ifon. Prethee peace. 
 aH e Siaersd comfort like cold porredge. + 
 ent. The ViGitor will not give him orefo. 
 Seb. Looke, hee’s winding upthe watch of his wit, | 
 By and by it will ftrike. f 
 Gen. Sir. 
 Seb. On: Tell. : : 
 Gon. When every greefeis entertaind, 
 That’s offer'd comes toth’ entertainer. ; 
 Seb. Adollor. a 
 Gas. Dolour comesto him indeed, you have {poken | 
 truer then you purpos’d, — 
 Seb. You have taken it wifelier then Imeant you | 
 Gon. Therefore my Lord. : 
 etn. Fic, what a {pend-thrift is he of his tongue. 
 Alon. \ pre-thee {pare. . 
 Gon. Weli, Ihave done : But yet 
 Seb. He willbe talking. 
 Aut. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, 
 Firft begins to crow ? 
 Seb. The old Cocke. 
 eat. The Cockrell. 
 Seb. Done: The wager? 
 Am, A laughter. 
 Seb, A match. 
 Ady. Though this Ifland {eeme to be defert. 
 Seb. Ha,ha,ha. 
 ent. So: you'r paide 
 ear. Vuinhabitable, and almoft inacceflible. 
 Seb. Yet. 
 Adr. Yet: 
 e4nt. He could not miffe’t. 
 4dr, It mutt needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate 
 temperance. 
 ednt. Tensperance was a delicate wench, 
 Seb. 1, anda fubtle, as he moft learnedly deliver’d.. | 
 4dr, Theayre breathes upon us here moft fweetly. | — 
 Seb, As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones. 
 ent. Or, as twere perfum’d by a Fen. 
 Gon, Heereis every thing advantageous to life. 
 Ant. True, fave meanes to live. : 
 Seb. Of that there’s none, or little. © 
 Gos, How lufh and lufty the graffe lookes ? 
 How greene ? 
 eint. The ground indeed is tawny. 
 Seb. With an eyeof greene in’it. 
 Ant. He mifles not much. 
 Seb. No:zhedoth but miftake thetrath totally. 
 Ges. But the rariety of itis, which isindedd almoft | 
 beyond credit. ; 
 Seb. As many voucht rarieties are, é 
 _ Gon. That our Garments being(asthey were)drencht | 
 inthe Sea, hold notwithftanding their frefhneffe and 
 glolis, being rather new dy’de then Gain’d with falre 
 aters 
 _ Ant. Ifbut one of his pockets could fpeake, would 
 it not fay he lyes ? 
 Seb. I, or very falfely pocket up his report, . 
 
The Tempe/t. 
 
 en nts 
 
 we put them on. firft in Affrick, at. the marriage of the 
 Kings fair daughter C/aribel co the King of 7 va, 
 
 Gon, Methinks our garments are now as freth as when | The fault’s your own, 
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 Alon, So isthe decr*tt o’ch’ loffe, 
 Gon. My Lord Sebaftian, 
 
 Seo, "Iwasa {weer marriage, and we profper well in | The truth you {peak doth lack fome gentleneffe g 
 
 Our return. 
 
 tagon to their Queen, 
 
 Gon, Notfince Widow Dido’s time. 
 
 Ant. Widow ? a pox o’ that ; how came that Widow 
 in? Widow Dido! 
 
 Seb. What if he had faid Widower Aeas too ? 
 Good Lord, how you take it ? 
 
 Adri, Widow Dido {aid you ? You make me ftudy 
 of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tuuis. 
 
 Gon, This Tyas Sir was Carthage. 
 
 eAdri, Carthage? Gon, 1 atfure you Carthage. 
 
 zt, His word is more then the miraculous Harp, 
 
 Seb, He hath rais’d the wall, and houfes too, 
 
 Ant, What impoflible matter will he make eafie next? 
 
 Seb, I think he will carry this Ifland home in his 
 
 jpocket,and give it his fon. for an Apples 
 
 Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring 
 forth more Iflands, 
 
 Gon, I, Ant, Why in goodtime, 
 
 Gon, Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem 
 now as frefh as when we were at Tzés at the marriage 
 of your daughter, who is now Queen, 
 
 Ant, And ihe rareft that ere came there, 
 
 Seb, Bate (I befeech you) Widow Dido, 
 
 Ant, O Widow Dido 21, Widow Dido, 
 
 Goz, Is not my Doublct Sir as frefhas the firtt day I 
 wore it ? I mean in a fort, 
 
 Ant, That fort was well fith’d for, 
 
 Gon, When I wore it az your daughters marriage; 
 
 4lon, You cram thefe words into mine ears, againft 
 the ftomack of my fenfe: would I had never 
 Married my daughter there : For comming thence 
 My fon is loft, and (in my rate) the too, 
 Who is fo far from Ztaly removed 5 
 T ne’re again fhall fee her: O. thou mine heir 
 Of Naples and of ALiilain, what fixange fith 
 Hath made his mealon thee > 
 
 Fran, Six he may live. 
 I faw him beat the {urges under him, 
 And ride upon their backs ; hetrod the water 
 Whofe enmity he flung afide : and brefted 
 The furge moft {woln that met him ; his bold head 
 *Bove the coritentious waves-he kept and oared, 
 Himfelf with his goodarmes in lufty ftroke 
 To th’fhore ; that ore his waye-worn bafis bowed 
 As ftooping to relieve him : I not doubt 
 He camealiveto Land, 
 
 Allen. No, no, he’s gone, 
 
 Seb. Sir youmay thank yout felf for this great loffe , 
 That would not bleffe our Europe with your daughter, 
 But rather lofe her to an African, 
 
 Where the at leaft, is banith’d from your eye , 
 Who hath caufe co wet the grief on’s, 
 
 Alon, Prethee peace, 
 
 Seb. You were kneel’d too, and importun’d otherwife 
 By all of us: and the fair foul her felf 
 Waigh’d between loathnefle, and obedience, at 
 Which end o’th beam fhould bow: we have loft vour 
 I fear for ever: Millain and Naples have ~* (fon, 
 Mo Widows in them of this bufineffe making, 
 
 Then we bring men to comfort them: 
 
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 dri, ‘Tams was never grac’d before with fucha Pa-} When ycu fhould 
 
 And time to fpeak it in : you rub the tore, 
 
 5 bring the plaifter; 
 Seb, Very well; - Aat. And molt Chirurg coti 
 Gon, Ic is foul weather in us all; good Sir ; 
 
 When you are cloudy, 
 Seb, Foul weather ? 
 
 hy, 
 
 Ant, Very foul 
 113 Ile my Lord: 
 -feed; 
 
 Goa, Had I plantation of tl 
 Ant, He'd fow’c with Nettle 
 
 Seb, Or Docks, or Mallows, 9 
 
 Gon, Andwere the King on’t, what would Iidoe 3 
 
 Seb. Scape being drunk, for wane of Wine, 
 
 Gon, Vth? Commonwealth I would (by contraric$) 
 Execute all things ; For no kind of Traffick 
 Would I admit: No name of Magiftrate : 
 
 Letters fhonld not be known + Riches, poverty; 
 And ufe of iervice, none : Contract, Succelfion j 
 Born, bound of Land, Tulth, Vineyard none ; 
 No ufe of Metall, Corn, or Wine, or Oyl : 
 
 No occupation, all men idle, all : 
 
 And women too, but innocent and pure’ 
 
 No Soyeraignty, 
 
 Seb, Yet he would be King on’e, ' 
 
 Ant, The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets 
 the beginning, 
 
 Gex, Allthings in common Nature fhould produce 
 Without {weat or endeayour : Treafon, fellony, 
 
 Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, ot reed of any Engirie 
 Would I not have: but Nature fhould bring fort 
 Of it’s own kind, all foyzon, all abundance - 
 
 To feed my innocent people, 
 
 Seb,. No marrying ‘mong his Subjeéts ? 
 
 At, None (man)all idle ; Whores and Knayesj 
 
 Gon, I would with fuch perfection yovern Sir : 
 
 T’ exgell the Golden Age, 
 
 Seb, Saye his Majefty. at, Long liye Goxzalo. 
 
 Gon, And doe you marke me, Sir ? (me, 
 
 Alon, Prethee no more: thou dos’t talk nothing to 
 
 Gon. 1 doe well believe your Highneffe, 4 did it 
 to minifter occafion to thefe Gen:lemen, who are of {uch 
 fenfible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes ufe to laugh 
 at nothing, 
 
 eAnt. >Twas you we laugh’dat. 
 
 Goa, Who, inthis kind of merry fooling am nothing 
 to you : fo you may continue, and laugh at nothiog fill, 
 
 Ant, What a blow was there given ? 
 
 Seb, And it had not faln flat-long, 
 
 Gon, You are Gentlemen of a brave metal 2 you woutt 
 lift the Moon our of her fphere, if fhe would continue in 
 it five weeks without changing. 
 
 Exter Ariell playing [ulema Mufick, 
 
 Seb, We would fo, and then go a Bat-fowling, 
 
 Ant, Nay good my Lord, be not angry, ; 
 
 Gow, No I warrant you, I will ot adventure my dif 
 cretion fo weakly; Will you Jaugh me aflecp; for Tam 
 yery heavy. 
 
 Ant, Gofleep and hear us, . ‘ 
 
 Alon, What, all fo foon aflecp ? I with mirie eyes 
 Would (with themfelyes) fhut up my thoughts , 
 
 I find they are inclin’d to doe fo, 
 Seb; Pleafe you Sir, 
 Doe not omit the heavy offer of it = 
 It feldome vifits forrow, when it doch, itis a Comforter 
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 Aat, We two my Lord, will ouard your perfon, 
 While youtake your reft, and watch your fatety. 
 
 Alon, Thank you: Wondrous heavy. — 
 
 Seb. Whata range drowlineffe poficfles them ? 
 
 Ant, Itis the quality 0’ th’ Clymate. 
 
 Seb, Why. 
 
 Doth it not then our eye-lids finke ? I finde 
 Not my {elf difpos’d to fleep: 
 
 Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble: 
 
 They fell together all, as by conf § t 
 They dropt, as bya Thunder-ftroke: what might : 
 
 Worthy Sebaftian 2 O, what might ? nomore 
 And yer, methinks I fee it in thy face, 
 
 What thou fhould’fl be : th’ occafion {peak’s thee, and 
 
 My {trong ima zination fee’s a Crown 
 
 Dropping upon thy head. 
 
 Seb, What ? art thou waking? 
 
 Ant, Do you not hear me fpeak ? 
 
 Seb, Ido, and furely ae 
 It is afleepy Language, and thou {peak’ft 
 Out of thy fleep : What is it thou didft fay ? 
 
 This isa {trange repofe, to be afleep : : 
 With cycs wide open : flanding; {peaking, moving + 
 
 And yet fo faft-afleep. 
 
 Ant. Noble Sebaftian, i 
 Thou lett thy fortune fleep : die rather : wink’ 
 Whiles thou art waking, 
 
 Seb, Thou do'tt fnore diftinétly, 
 
 There’s meaning in thy f{nores, 
 
 Ant, Lammore ferious then my cuftome : you 
 Mutt be fo too, if heed me : which to doe, 
 
 Trebbles thee o’re, 
 
 Seb, Well: 1am ftanding ‘water, 
 
 Ant, V'le teach you how to flow. 
 
 Seb, Do fo: to ebbe, 
 
 Hereditary Sloth inftruéts me, 
 
 Aat, O! 
 
 If you but knew how you the purpofe cherifhi 
 Whiles thus you mock it: how in ftripping it 
 You more inveft it : ebbing men, indeed 
 (Moft often) doe fo near the bottom run 
 By their own fear, or floth, 
 
 Seb. *Prethee fay on, 
 
 The fettinig of thine eye,and check proclaim 
 
 A matter from thee : and a birth, indeed, 
 
 Which ‘hrowes thee much to yield. 
 
 Ant, Thus Sir: s 
 Although this Lord of weak remembrance ; this 
 Who fhall be of as little memory . 
 
 When he is earth’d, hath here almoft perfwaded 
 (For he’s a Spirit of perfwafion, onely 
 
 Profefles to perfwade) the King his fon’s alive , 
 "Tis as impo‘fible that he’s undrowh’d, 
 
 As he that fleeps here; fwims, 
 
 Seb, T have no hope, 
 
 That he’s undrown’d, 
 
 _ 4at, O, out of that no hope, 
 W hat great hope have you? No hope that way : Is 
 Another way,{o high a hope, that even 
 Aimbition cannot pierce a wink beyond, 
 
 But doubt difcovery there. Will you grant with me 
 nat Perdinaed is drown'd ? 
 Seb, He’s gone, 
 Ant, Then cell me who’s the next heir of V, aples > 
 Seb, Claribell, - 
 Aat. She that is Queen of Tunis : fhe that dwells 
 
 | Ten leagues beyond mans life : the that from Waples 
 Can have no note, unleffe the Sun were polls — 
 The Man i’th Moon’s too flow,till new-born chinnes 
 Be rough, and Razor-able : She that from whom . 
 
 | Weall were fea-fwallow’d, though fome caft again 5 
 And by that deftiny to perform an act, 
 Whereof, what’s paft in prologue ; what to come 
 In yours, and my difcharge. 
 
 Seb, What ftuffe is this ? How lay you ? 
 Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s Queen of T watt, 
 So is the heir of Nap/es, twixt which Regions 
 There is fome {pace, 
 
 ent. A fpace. whofe ev'ry cnbit 
 Seems to cry outs how fhall that Claribell” 
 
 Meafure us back by Naples ? keep in Tun, 
 
 And let Sebaftian wake, Say, this were death 
 
 That now hath feiz’d them, why they were no worfe 
 Then now they are: There be that can rule Waples 
 As well as he that fleeps: Lords, that can prate 
 
 As amply, and unneceffarily 
 
 As this Gonzalo: I my felf could make 
 
 A Chough of as deep chat: O, that you bore 
 
 The mind that Ido ; what a fleep were this 
 
 For your advancement /Doe you underftand me? 
 
 Seb, Me thinks I doe, 
 
 ent, And how do’s your content 
 Tender your own good fortune ? 
 
 Seb, I remember 
 -You did fupplant your Brother Prefpers. 
 
 Ant, True: 
 
 And leok how well my Garments fit upon me, 
 Much feater then before : My Brother’s fervants 
 Were then my fellows, now they are my men, 
 
 Seb, But for your confcience, 
 
 eAnt, I Sir: where liesthat > If twerea kybe 
 *T would put me to ny flipper : But I feel not 
 This Deity in my bofome: Twenty confciences 
 That ftand *twixt'me, and AZi//ain, candied be they , 
 And melt ere they moleft - Here lies your Brother , 
 No better then the earth he lies upon, 
 
 If he were that which now he’s like (that’s déad) 
 Whom I with this obedient fteel (three inches of it) 
 Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you doing thus , 
 To the perpetual wink for aye might put 
 
 This ancient morfell this Sir Prudence, who 
 Should not upbraid our courfe : for all the reft 
 They’! take {uggeftion, as a Cat laps milk , 
 
 They’! tell the clock, to any bufineffe that 
 
 We fay befits the hour, 
 
 Seb; Thy cafe, dear Friend 
 Shall be my prefident : As thou gor'ht Millain , 
 Tle come by Naples : Draw thy {word, one ftroke 
 
 4 Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payelt , 
 And I the King hall love thee, , 
 Ant, Draw together : 
 And when I rear my hand, doe you the like 
 To fall it on Gozzalo, 
 
 Seb, O, but one word, 
 
 _ Eater Ariell with Maufick and Song. 
 
 Ariel, My Mafter through his Art forefees the danger 
 That you (his friend) are in; and fends me forth 
 (For elfe his proje& dies) to keep them living. 
 
 ; Sings in Gonzalo’s ear, 
 While you here do fnoaring he , 
 Open-ey'd Confpiracie 
 He time doth take: 
 
Lhe Tempeft. 
 
 If of Life you keepea care, 
 ache amie and beware. 
 ; Awake, awake. 
 
 Ant. Thenlet us both be fodaine. : 
 
 Gon. Now, good Angels preferve the King: 
 
 Alo. Why how now boa;awake?why are you drawn? 
 Wherefore this ghaftly looking @ 
 
 Gon, What's the matter ? 
 
 Seb, Whiles we ftood here fecuring your repole, 
 (Even now) we hearda hollow burtt of bellowing 
 Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did’t not wake you? 
 It ftrooke mime eare moft terribly. 
 
 Alo. 1 heard nothing. 
 
 det, O, twas a dinto fright a Monfters care; 
 To make an earthquake: {ure it was the roare 
 Of a whole heard of Lyons, 
 
 Ale. Heard you this Gonzalo? ‘ 
 
 Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I hearda humming, 
 (And that a ftrange one too) whichdid awake me: 
 I fhak’d you Sir, and cride : asmine eyes opend, 
 I faw their weapous drawne : there was a noy(e, 
 That’s verily : “tis beft we ftand upon our guaid; 
 Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons: 
 + eAlo.Lead off this ground and Jet’s make further fearch 
 For my poore fonne, 
 
 Gon. Heavens keepe him from thefe Beatts : 
 
 For he is fure i’th Ifland. 
 
 elo, Lead away. (done. 
 
 Ariel, Profpero my Lord’, thall know what Ihave 
 So (King) goe fafely on to feeke thy Son, Exennt. 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 e ceerpemneme a ee ee ee a 
 
 Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood(a noy/e of 
 Thunder heard.) f Meus 
 
 Cal. All the infections that che Sunne fuckes up 
 From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Pro/per fall, and make him 
 By yncli-meale a difeafe : his Spirits heare me, 
 
 And yet I needes mutt curfe. But they'll nor pinch, 
 Fright me with Vrehyn-fhewes, pitch me i’th mire, 
 Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke 
 
 Out of my way, unlefle he bid’em; but 
 
 For every trifle, are they fet upon me, 
 
 Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me, 
 
 And after bite me : then like Hedg-hogs, which 
 
 Lye tumbling in my barefoote way, and mount 
 
 Their pricks at my foote-fall : fometimeam I 
 
 All wound with Adders who with-cloven tongues 
 
 Doc hifle meinto madneffe : Lo, now Lo, Enter 
 Here comesa Spirit of his, and to torment me, Trincalo, 
 For bringing wood in flowly: Ile fall fat, 
 
 Perchance he will not minde me. | 
 
 Tri. Here’sneither buh, nor thrub to beare of any 
 weather atall : and another florme brewing , I heare it 
 fing *ith winde : yond fame blacke cloud, yond huge 
 one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would fhed his 
 licquor : if it fhould thunder, as it did before, I know 
 
 not where to hide my head: yond fame clond cannot: 
 
 chufe but fall by paile-fuls. What have we here, a man, 
 ora fith? dead or alive? afith, he fmels like a fith: a 
 very ancient and fifh-like {mell : a kinde of , not of the 
 
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 newelt poore-Tohn : aftrange fith: were Lin Gagland 
 now (as once I was) and had but his fith painted; not 
 a holyday-foole there but would givea peece of filver : 
 there, would this monfter , makea man: any ftrang € 
 beaft there, makes aman: whea they will not givea 
 doit to relieve a lame Begger,they will lay out ten to fee 
 a dead Indian; Leg’d like aman; and his Finnes like 
 Armes; warmeo my troth: I doe now let loofe, my o- 
 pinion ; hold it no longer ; this is no fifh, but an Iflan- 
 der, that hath lately fuffered by a Thundebolt: Alas, 
 the ftorme is come againe : my beft way is to creepe un- 
 derhis Gaberdine: thereis no other. fhelter herea- 
 bout : Mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bedfel- 
 lowes: Iwill here throwd till the dregges of the ftormie 
 be paft. 
 
 Enter Siephano finging. 
 Ste. I foalt no moreto fea to fea, bere fhall I dye afbare. 
 This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a mans 
 Funerall : well, here’smy comfort. Drinkes, 
 
 Sings. The Mafter, the Swabber,che Boate-(waine G 1; 
 The Gunner, and his-<Mate 
 Lou'd Mall, Ateg, and Marrian, and Margerie, 
 
 But none of us car’d for Kate: 
 For the bad a tongue with atang, 
 Would cry toa S aylor goe hang : 
 Shs lov'd not the favour of T ar nor of Pitch, 
 Yet a Tailor might foratch her where ere fhe did itch 
 Then to Sea Boyes, andlet ber goe bang. 
 This isafcurvy tune too: 
 But here’s my comfort. 
 
 Cal, Doe not torment me: oh, 
 
 - Ste. What's the matter ? 
 
 Have we divels here ? : 
 Doe you put trickes upon’s with Salyages; and Men of 
 Inde? ha? Ihave not {cap'd drowning , to bee afeard 
 now of your foure legges : for it bath-bin faid; as pro- 
 pera man as ever went on foure leges, cannot make hin 
 give ground : and it fhall be fayd foagaine, while Ste- 
 phano breathes at noftrilss 
 
 Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh. : 
 
 Ste.Thisis fome montfter of the Ile , with fourelegs; 
 who hath got (as I take it) an ague: where the divell 
 fhould ke learne our language? I will give him fome re- 
 liefe ifit be but for that: if L can recover him, and keepe 
 him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a Pre- 
 fent for any Emperour thatever trod on Neates-lea- 
 ther. : 
 
 Cal, Doe not torment me ’prethee: Fle bripg my 
 wood home fatter. 
 
 Ste. He’s in his fitnow; and doc’s not talke after the 
 wifelt} hee thall tafte of my Bottle: ifhec have never 
 drunke wine afore, it will goe neere toremove his Fit: 
 if I can recover him, and keepe him tame, will not take 
 too much for him; he fhall pay for him that hath him, 
 and that foundly. 3 
 
 Cal. Thou do’ft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a- 
 non, 1 know it by thy trembling: Now Pro/per workes 
 upon thee. : : 
 
 Ste. Come on your vayes : open your mouth: here 
 is that which will givelanguage to you Cat; open your 
 mouth; this will fhake your thaking,I can tell you,and 
 that foumdly > you cannot tell who's you: friend; Spen 
 your chaps againe. ; 
 
 Tri« Tfhould know that voyce : 
 It fhonld-be essai — : 
 
 . 
 
 drinkes. 
 
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 But 
 
7 4 ne a ee 
 40 The Tempeft. 
 
 fe th "felfe thy Subjeét. jam 
 ; i ‘ - Odefend ; Cal. Ilekiflethy foot. Me fweare my felfe thy 4 
 But he is dround; and thefe are divels; oi Came oa bee aaa ieee i 4 
 Si i - g elfe to death at this puppi-hta- 
 g CES ; oft delicate Tri. I fhall laugh my felfe to death Uppi-nes 
 Sheol a ode i id Sele of his | ded Montter :.a moft {ourvie montter: Icouid findein 
 friend; his backward voyee, isto ye foule < onsiey ayh ph be carer a 
 .. if all the wineinmy bottle will recover te. 4 id Ce aang 
 cap vil ‘ pyaar ees. Amen, I will poure Tri. But that the poore Monfter’s in drinke : al 
 fome in thy fp nouth An abhominable Montter. ; 
 nT ” Staph zi ties Cal. T’'le thew thee the pine I'le puke a 
 ° PANO» , : 
 1 ot mercy : | Berries: I’lefith for thee; and get thee wood enough. | = 
 Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, y ppt = ane ton 
 
 isi iv :I wi im,I have 
 _ eetint: andae yaoolbee  Rwillieave ot Tle beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee , thou 
 3 : s : . 
 fs ano 31 beelt Stephano, touch me, and wondrons man. ‘ 
 fj cada : ete = T rincale ; fe not afeard, thy good Tri. A mott ridiculous Monfter, to make a wonder of | 
 
 2 rat a proore drunkard. 
 ; Pa ‘TFhoa beeft Trinculo: come forth : I’le pullthee Cal. I prethee Jet me bring thee akg yee grow; 
 by the lefler legges: if any be Trinento's legges thefe are | andIJ with my long a ve digge a piss . 
 they : Thou art very Trinculo indeede : how cam’ft thou fhow theea Iayes neft, and in truct thee ow tofnare | 
 to be the fiege of this Moone-calfe ? Can hee vent Trin- | the nimble Marmazet: Il’e bring thee to cluttring Phil- 
 enle’s? birts, and fometimes Il’e get ‘thee young Scamels from 
 Tvs, Ltooke him to be kild witha thunder-ftroke;but | the Rocke : Wilt thou goe withme? _ 
 artthou not dround Stephano ead. hope now thou att not. Cal, I pre chee now lead the way without any more 
 dround: Isthe ftorme over-blowne? Ihidme under | talking. 7rincudo, the King, and all our company elfe: 
 the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the being dround, wee will. inherit here : Here; beare my 
 Storme: Andart thou living Seephano? O Stephano, two | Bottle: Felow Trinculo ; we i] fill bim by and by a- 
 eapolstanes {cap d ? Haine: 
 - ’Prethee Ae not turne mee about, my ftomacke (alsban Sings drunkenly. 
 is not conttante Farewell Matter ; farewell, farewell. 
 Cal. Thefe be fine things, and ifthey be not fprights: Tri. A howling Monfter :a drunken Montter. 
 that’sa brave god, and beares: Celeftiall liquor + I will Cal. No more dams I’le make for fifh, 
 kneéle to him: Nor fetch in firing, at requiring, 
 Ste. How did’ft thon {cape ? Nor fcrape trenchering, nor walh dilh, 
 How cam ft thou hither? Ban’ ban ,Cacalyban 
 Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam ft hither: I efcap'd Has 4 new Majer, get a new Man. 
 upona But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaved ore- | Freedome,high-day,high-day freedome,freedome high- 
 boord, by this Bottle which Imade of the barke of | day freedome. 
 = Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was-cafta’- Ste. O brave Montfter; lead the way. Exenut. 
 Ores 
 oe V’le {weare upon that Bottle, to bethy true fub- 
 ject, for the liquor is notearthly : ; 3 
 Ste. Heere : fweare then od thou efcap'dit. Alu s T ertin re 5 cana Prima. 
 Tri. Swonr afhore (man)like a Ducke;! can {wim like 
 a Ducke ile be fworne. —— 
 Ste. Here, kifle the booke. 
 Thoughthon canft fwimlike aDucke , thouart made Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log. ) 
 life a Goofe. Fer. There be fome {portsare painfull; and their labour 
 Tri, O Seephano, hat any more of this ? } Delight in them fet off : Some kigds of bafenefle 
 Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rockeby | Are nobly undergon ; and moft poore matters © 
 th’fea-fide, where my wineis hid: Pojnt to rich ends: this my meane Taske 
 How now Moone-Calfe, how do’s thine Ague ? Would be as heavie to me, as ocious, but 
 Cal. Ha’ft thou not dropt from heaven? The miftris which I ferue, quickens what’s dead, 
 Ste. Out o’th Moone! doe affure thee. I was the Man | And makes my labours pleatures : O fhe is 
 ith’ Moone when time was. ' | Ten times more gentle, then her Father’s crabbed; 
 Cal. Uhave feene thee in her: andI'dve adore thee: | And he’s compos’d of harfhaeffe. 1 muft remove 
 My Miftris thew’d me thee,and thy Dog,and thy Bufh. | Some thoufands of theefe Logs; aad pile them up, 
 ' Ste. Come fweare to that: kiffle the Booke : J will | Vpona fore injunction; my {weet Milris | 
 furnifh it anon with the new contents : Sweare. Weepes when fhe fees me worke,and fayes,fuch bafenes 
 Tri. By this good light, this is a very thallow Mon- | Had neverlike Executor: I forget : 
 fter >. Iafeard of him? a very fhallow Montfter: But thefe {weete theughts,doe even refreth my labours, 
 The Manith’ Moone? Molt bufie leaft, when I doe it. Enter Miranda 
 A mott poore credulous Monfter : Mitr, Alas, now pray you and Pro[pero. 
 Well drawne Monfter, in good footh. Worke not fo hard : 1 would the lightening had 
 Cal, tle fhew thee every. fertill ynch oth Ile: and | Burnt up thofe Logs that thou art enjoyned to pile: 
 { Iwill kiffe thy foote: 1 prethee be my god. Pray {et it downe, and reft you : when this burnes 
 Tri. By this light, a moft perfidious , and drunken | ’Twillweepefor having wearicdyou : my Father 
 Monfter, when’s god’s afleepe he'll rob his Bottle, Is hard at {tudy, pray now reft your felfe, 
 
 * 
 
TheTempef. — : 15 
 
 Hee’s fafe for thefe three houires, 
 
 Fer. © moft deere miftris, 
 The Sun will fet before I hall difcharge 
 What I mutt ftrivetodo, * 
 
 Mar, If you'l fit downe 
 Ile beare your Logges the while : pray give me that, 
 Ile carry it tothe pile. 
 
 Fer. No precious Creature, 
 
 Thad rather cracke my finewes, breake my backe, 
 Then you should fuch dithonor undergoe, 
 While I fit lazy by. . 
 
 Mar. It would become me 
 As well as it do’s you; and I fhould doit 
 With much more eafe : for my good willis to it, 
 And yours it isagainft. 
 
 Pro. Poore wore thon art infected, 
 
 This vifitation fhewes it. 
 
 Mir. You looke wearily. 
 
 Fer, No, noble Miftris, ’tis frefh morning with me 
 When you are by acnight : I do befeech you 
 Cheefely, that I might fet it in my prayers, 
 What is your name ? 
 
 Mir, Miranda, O my Father, 
 
 I have broke your heft to fay fo. 
 
 Fer. Admir'd Afsrands, 
 Indeede the top of Admiration, worth 
 What's decreft to the world : full many a Lady 
 I haveey’d with beft regard, and many a time 
 Thharmony of their tongues, hath inte bondage 
 Brought my too diligent eare ; for feverall vertues 
 Have | like'd {everall women, never any 
 With fo full foule, but fome defect in her 
 Did quarrell with the nobieft grace fhe ow’d, 
 And put it to the foyle. But you, Oyou, 
 So perfect, and {0 peerleffe, are created 
 Of everie Creatures belt. 
 
 Mir. Ido not know 
 Orie of my fexe ; no womans face remember, 
 Save from my glaffe, mine owne: Nor have I feene 
 More that I may call men, then you good friend, 
 And my deere Father : how features are abroad 
 I am skilleffe of; but by my modeftie 
 (The jewell in my dower) I would not with 
 Any Companion in the world but you: 
 Nor can imagination forme a fhape 
 Befides your felfe, to like of : but I prattle 
 Someting too wildely, and my Fathers precepts 
 i therein do forget. 
 
 Fer. Iam,in my condition 
 A Prince ( Miranda) I do thinke a King 
 (I would not fo).and would no more endure 
 This woudden flaverie,then to fatter 
 The flefh-flie blow my mouth : heare my foule fpeake, 
 The verie inftant that I faw you did 
 My heart flie to your fervice, there refides. 
 To make me flave to it, and for your feke 
 Am I this patient Logge-man. 
 
 Mir. Do youlove me? 
 
 Far.O heaven; O earth,beare witneffe to this found, 
 And crowne what I profeffe with kinde event 
 If I {peake true : if hollowly, invert 
 What beft is boaded me, to mifchiefe :-I, 
 Beyond all limit of what elfe 7th world 
 Dolove, prize, honor you. 
 
 Mir. Lama foole 
 To weepe at what I/am glad of. 
 
 Pro. Faire encounter 
 Of two moft rare affections : heavens raine grate 
 On that which breeds betweene’em. 
 For. Wherefore weepe you? 
 (Mir. At mine unworthyneffe that dare not offer 
 What I defire to give, and much lefle take 
 What I fhall die to want : But this is trifling, 
 And all the more it feekes to hide it felfe; 
 The bigger bulke it fhewes. Hence bafhtuli cunning, 
 
 And prompt me plaine and holy innocence. 
 
 Iam your wife, if you will marric me; 
 If not, Iledie your maid ; to be your fellow © 
 Youi may denie me; but Ile be your fervant 
 Whether you will or no. 
 Fer, My Miftris ( deereft ) 
 And I thus humble ever. 
 Mir. My husbandthen? _ 
 Fer. 1, witha heart fo willing 
 As bondage ere of freedome : heexe’s. my hand, 
 Mir. And mine, with my heart in’t;and now farewell 
 Till halfe an houre hence. 
 
 Fer. A thoufand, thonfand. 
 
 Pre. So glad of this as they I cannot be, 
 Whoare furpriz’d with all; but my rejoying 
 At nothing can be more: Ile to my beoke, 
 For yet ere fupper time, muft I performe 
 Much bafinefle appertaining. 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 Exst, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 a 
 
 Enter (aliban, Stephano, and Trinculo. 
 
 Ste. Tellnot me, when the But is out we will drinke 
 water, nota drop,before; therefore beare up,and boord 
 em’ Servant Montter, drinke to me. } 
 
 ‘Trin. Servant Montter ? the folly of this Iland , they 
 mg there's but five uponthis Ifle; we are three of thes, 
 if th’ other two be brain’d like us, the State torters. 
 
 Ste. Drinke fervant Monfter when I bid thee, thy 
 eyes are almoff {et in thy heart. 
 
 Trin. Where fhould they bee fet clfe? hee were a 
 brave Monfter indeede if they were fet in his taile. 
 
 Ste. My man-Monfter hath drown’d his tongue in 
 Sacke : for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, ] {wam 
 ereI could recover the fhore, five and thirtie Leagues 
 off and on, by this light thou fhalt bee my Lieutenant 
 Monfter, or my Standard. 
 
 Frin, Your Lieutenant if you lift, hee’s no ftandard. 
 
 Ste. Wee'l not run Monfieur Monfter. 
 
 Trin. Nor go neither: but you'llie like dogs, and yet 
 
 fay nothing neither. 
 
 Ste. Moone-calfe,fpeake once in thy hife;if thou beeft 
 a good Moone-calfe. 
 
 Cal. How doesthy honour? Let me licke thy fhooe: 
 Henot ferve him,heis not valiant. 
 
 Trin. Thou lief moft ignorant Monfter, Tam in cafe 
 to juitle a Conftable: why, thou deboth’d Fith thou, 
 was there ever mana Coward, that hath drunk {o much 
 Sacke as I to day? wilt thon tell me a monftrousli¢,being 
 but halfe a Fifft and halfe a Monfter > 
 
 (al. Loe, how he meckes me, wilt thon let him my 
 Lord ? 
 
 Cal, 
 a a nen a Ee ae Ee ee a Fe NNT 
 
The Tempeft 
 
 Ths, h 
 Trin. Lord,quoth he ? that a montfter fhould be fuc 
 a Naturall? 
 (al. Loe, loz againe: bite him'to death I Pree: 
 Ste. Trincalo, keepea good tongue in your so a 
 youprove a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore on 
 fter’s my fubject, and he fhall not fufter indignity: ¥ 
 (4/. I chalike my noble Lord. Wik thou be poss 
 to hearken once againeto the fuitel made to thee 2 
 Ste. Marty will Iskneele and repeatett, 
 I will ftand,and fo thall Zr#nc#lo. 
 
 Enter Ariel invifible, ; 
 Cal. As I toldthee before, I am fabject toa Tirant, 
 A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me 
 Of the Ifland. 
 4rieh. Thou lyett. 
 Cal. Thou lyelt, thou jefting Monkey thou : 
 I would my valiant Mafter would deftroy thee- 
 1 do not lye. a) 
 Ste. Trincnés,if you trouble him any more 10's tale, 
 By this hand, 1 will {upplant fome of your teeth. 
 Trim, Why, {aid nothing. 
 Ste. Muin then,and nomore* proceeds: 0 
 (al. ay by Sorcery he got this Ile. 
 From me, he got it. Iftthy Greatnefle will 
 Reverige it on him;-( for I know thou day’ ft) 
 But this thing dare not. 
 Ste. That’s moft certaine. 
 Cal. Thou fhalt be-Lord-of it; and Ie ferve thee. 
 Ste. How now thall this be compatt? 
 Canft thou bring meto the party? =~ 
 (al. Yea, yea my Lord; He yeeld him thee afleepe, 
 Where thou maift knocke a naileinto his head. 
 eAriell. Thou lieft,thou cantt not. : 
 _ Cal, Whata py’de Ninnie’s this?PThou {curvie patch: 
 I do befeech thy Greatnefle give him blowes, 
 }. And take: his bottle from him : When that’s gone, 
 He fhall drinke nought but brine, for Ienot fhew him 
 Whiere the quicke trefhesare. 
 » Ste, Trénculo, run imo no further danger: 
 Toterrupt the Moniter one word further, and by this 
 hand , Ileturne my mercie out o'doores , and makea 
 Stock fith of thee. 
 
 Tria, Why, what did 1? Ididnothing + 
 Tle goe no further. off. 
 
 Ste. Didft thounot fay he lyed? 
 
 e4riell. Thou lief, 
 
 Ste, Dol fo? Take thou that, ; 
 
 As you like this, give me the lye another time. 
 
 Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o'your wittes, and 
 hearing too? 
 
 A pox o’your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: 
 A murren on your Montter, and the divell take. your 
 fingers. 
 
 Cat. Ha, ha, ha. 
 
 Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethgg ftand 
 further off. 
 
 Cail. Beate him enough : after'a littlerime 
 Ile beate him too. 
 
 Ste. Stand further : Come proceede. 
 
 Cal, Why, as I told thee, ’tisa cuftome with him 
 I’th afternoone to fleepe : there thou: mayft braine him ; 
 Having firft feiz’d his bookes : Or with alogge 
 Batter his skull, or paunch him with a flake, 
 
 Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember 
 ' Firft to poffeffe his Bookes; for without them 
 
 Hee’s buta Sot, as Iam ; nor hathnot : 
 One Spirit to command: they all do hate him 
 As rootedly as I.. Burne but his Bookes, .. 
 He ha’s brave Vtentils ( for fo hejcalles them) . 
 Which when he ha’sa houfe, hee’l decke withall« 
 And that moft deepely to confider, is. _ 
 The beautie of his daughter : he himfelfe 
 Cals her a non-pareill : 1 never fawa woman 
 But onely Syeorax my, Dam, and the; 
 But the as farre furpafleth Sycorax, 
 As great'it do’s leaft. 
 ose. Ts it fo brave a Lafle? 
 Cal. I Lord, fhe wili become thy bed ,I wartant, 
 And bring thee forth brave brood. a ve 
 Ste. Monfter,I will kili this man +; his daughter and | 
 I will be King and Queene, fave our, Graces : and Zrine 
 culo and thy felfe fhail be Vice-royes: i? 
 Doft thon like the plot Trssculo e 
 Tria. Excellent. 4 
 Ste. Give me thy hand, Lam forryLbeatethees. 15 
 But while thou liv’ft keepea good. tongue in thy head\ 
 Cal. Within this haife houre will he be afleepe 
 Wilt thou deftroy him then? ts 
 Ste. Ton mine honour. ' 
 Ariel. This willl tell my Maftere 
 Cal, Thou mak’ft me merry: lanyfull of pleafures 1 
 Let us be jocond.. Will you troule the Catch f 
 You taught me but whileare ? 
 Stee At thy requeft Monfter, Iwilldo reafon, 
 
 _ And reafon : Come on Trinculo, let us fing, 
 
 Sings. 
 Flout’em, and cout’em : and skowt'ens, asd flont'em, 
 Thought ts free. 
 
 Cal. That's not thetune. 
 Ariel plases the tune ona Tabor aud Pipe. | 
 
 Ste. What is this fame ? . 
 Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic- | 
 ture of No-body. 
 
 Ste.if thou beeftaman, thew thy ftlfe in thy likenes: |” 
 
 If chou beefta diveli, take’r as thoulift. 
 
 Triz, O forgive me my finncs,, : 
 
 Ste, Hethat dyes payesall debts :I defie thee; 
 Mercy upon us. 
 
 Cal. Art thou affeard ? 
 
 Ste. No Montter, not I. 
 
 Cal. Be notaffcard, the Ifle is full of noyfes, 
 Sounds, sad {weet aires, that give delightand hurt not: 
 Sometimes a thoufand twangling Inftruments 
 Will hum about mine eares; and. fometimes voyces; > 
 
 ‘That if I then had-wak’d after long fleepe. 
 
 Wiil make me fleepe againe; and then in dreaming, 
 The cloudes me thought would open, and thew riches 
 Ready to drop upon me,that when I wak’d 
 Icride to dicame againe- 
 Ste, This will provea brave kingdome to me, 
 Where ! fhali have my muficke for nothing, 
 Cal, When Profpersis defiroy’d. 
 Stz. That thal! be by and by: 
 Iremetnber the ftory. 
 Trin. The found is going away. 
 Lets follow it,and after do onr worke; 
 Ste. Leade Monfter, 
 Wee’ foliow : ] would I could {ee this Taborer, 
 He layes it om 
 Triz. Wilt come? 
 lie follow Stephano, 
 
 Exeunt 
 Scena 
 
The Tempeft. | 
 
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 13 
 
 i a a cer Te 
 
 ScanaT ertia. 
 
 ae ae 
 ene A elt oe es oe > 
 
 Enver Alone, Sebaftian, Authonio, Gonzalo, 
 Adrian, Frantifco,éc. 
 Gon. By’r lakin, I can goe no further,Sir, 
 
 My old bones ake : here’s amaze trod indeed 
 
 Through forth rightsand Meanders : by your patience, 
 
 I needs mutt reft me. 
 
 eAlo. Oid lord, I cannot blame thee, 
 
 Who, am may felfe attach’d with wearineffe 
 
 Toth’dulting of my {pirits : fit downe, and reft : 
 
 Even here I will put off my hope, and keepe it 
 
 No longer for ‘my flatterers : he is dround 
 
 Whom thus we {tray to find, and the Sea mockes 
 
 Our fruftrate fearch on land : well :let bim goe. 
 
 Am. Lam right glad, that he’s fo out of hope + 
 
 | Doenotfor one repulfe forgoe the purpofe 
 That you refolv’dt’effea. 
 
 Seb. The next advantage will we take throughly. 
 ent. Levit beto night, 
 
 For nowthey are oppreff'd with travaile, they 
 
 Will not, nor cannot ufe {uch viligance 
 
 As when they are feeth. 
 
 Solemne and Strange Muficke : and Profper on the top (invi- 
 fible.) Enter feverall ftrange foapes, bringing in a Banket; 
 and dance about it with gentle attions of falutations, and in~ 
 
 viting the King,cc. to sate, they depart. 
 
 Sed. Lay to night :no more. 
 
 Al. What harmony is this # my good friends, harke. 
 
 Gos. Marvellous {weet Muficke. 
 
 Als. Giveus kind keepers, heavens:what were thefe? 
 
 Seb, Aliving Drolery : now J will beleeve 
 That there are Vnicornes sthat iin Arabia 
 There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix 
 At this houre reigning there. 
 
 Aut. We beleéve both : 
 
 And what do’s elfe want credit, come to me 
 
 And Ile be fworne ‘tis true : Travellers neredid lye, 
 
 Though: fooles at home condemne’em. 
 
 Gon. If in Nyples | 
 
 I fhould report this now, would they beleeve me 
 
 If I fhould fay I faw fuch Iflanders. 
 
 (For certes, thefe are people of the Ifland) - 
 
 Who thongh they are of monftrous fhape,yet note 
 
 Their manners are more gentle, kind then of 
 
 Our humane generation you fhall find 
 
 Many, nay almoft any. 
 
 Pro. Honelt lord; 
 
 Thou haft faid. well : for fomeof youthere prefent, 
 
 Are worfe thendivels. 
 
 Alo. I cannot too much mufe 
 Such thapes, fuch gefture, and fich found exprefling 
 (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind 
 Of excellent dumbe difcourfe. 
 
 Pro. Praife in departing. 
 
 Fre. They vanith’d ftrangely. 
 
 Seb. No matter, fince (mackess 
 They have left their Viands behind ; for we have fto- 
 Wilt pleafe you tafte of what is here 2 
 
 Alo. NotI. (Boyes 
 
 Gon. Faith Sir, youneed not feare : when we were 
 
 Who would beleeve that there were Mountayneeres, 
 
 Dew-lapt, like Buls, whofe throats had hanging at’em 
 
 Wallets of flefh ? or that there were {uch men 
 
 Whole heads ftood ia their brefts? whichnow we find 
 
 Each putter ouit of five for one, will bring us 
 
 Good warrant of. ; 
 
 Alo, Twill ftand to, and feede, 
 
 Although my laft, no matter; fince I feele 
 
 The beft is paft : brother : my lord, the Duke, 
 
 Stand too, and doe as we. 
 
 Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel (like a Harpey) claps 
 his wings upon the Table,and with a gueint device the Ban- 
 quet vanifbes. 
 4r. You arethree men of finne, whom deftiny 
 
 That hath to inftrument this lower world, 
 
 And what is in’t: the never furfeited Sea, 
 
 Hath caus'd tobelchup you 5 and on this Ifland, 
 
 Where man doth not inhabit, you *mongft men, 
 
 Being moft unfittolive’: I have thade you mad ; 
 
 And even with fuch like valour, men hang, and drowne 
 
 Their proper felves you fooles, I and my fellowes 
 
 Are minilters of Fate;the Elements 
 
 Of whom your fwordsare temper’d, may as well 
 
 Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at-Stabg - 
 
 Killthe fill clefing waters, asdiminifh 
 
 One dowle that’s in my plumbe : My fellow minifters 
 
 Are like-invulnerable ; if you could hurt, 
 
 Your {wordsare now too maflie for your firengths, 
 
 And willnot be uplifted : but remember 
 
 ‘(For that’s my bufineffe to you) that you three 
 
 From Aillaine did fupplant good Profpero, 
 
 Expos’d unto the Sea (which hath requit it) 
 
 Him, and his innocent child : for which foule deed, 
 
 The Powers, delaying (not forgetting) have 
 
 Incens’d the Seas, and Shores ; yeas all the’Creatures 
 
 Again{t your peace : Thee of thy Sonne, Alon(0. 
 
 They have bereft ; and doepronounce by. me 
 
 Lingring perdition ( worfé then any death 
 
 Can be at once ):fhall ftep,by ftep attend 
 
 You, and your wayes, whole wraths to guard you from, 
 
 Which here, in this molt defolate J fle, elfe tals 2 
 
 Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-forrow, 
 
 Anda cleare life enfuing: 
 
 He vanifhesin Thunder : then (to foft Mduficke.) Enter the 
 Shapes agatne and dannce (with mockes andmowes) and car- 
 rying out the Table. 
 
 Pro, Bravely the figure of this Harpy, haft chou 
 
 Perform’d( my Arie/) a grace it had denouring : 
 
 Of my Inftruction, haitthou nothing bated 
 
 In what thou had’ft to fay : fo with good life 
 
 And obfervation ftrange, my meaner minifters 
 
 Their feverall kinds have done:my high charmes w orke 
 
 And thefe (mine enemies)are all knit up 
 
 In their diftractions : they now are in my powre ; 
 
 And in thefe fits, I leave them, while I vifit 
 
 Yong Ferdinand (whom they fuppofe is droun’d) 
 
 And his, and mine lo’vd darling. 
 
 Gon. Ith name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand you 
 
 In this ftrange ftare ? 
 
 “Alo. O, it ismonftrous : monfrous s 
 
 Me thought the billowes {fpoke,and told me of it, 
 
 The windes did fing it to me :. aad the Thunder 
 
 | (That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe ) pronounc’d 
 ‘| Thename of Pro/per : it did bafe my T refpafie, 
 
 Therefore my Sonne i’th Ooze isbedded; and 
 Tle feeke him deeper thenere plummet founded, 
 And with him therelye mudded. 
 
 _ Seb. But one feend.ata time, 
 
 Ile fight their Legions ore: 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Fak | B eet. | 
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nts Vie be thy fecond. 2 fen 
 Cae All cheseot themare defperate : their great guilt 
 (Like poyfon givento workea great time after) 
 Now gins tobitethe fpirits 5 I doe befeech y #9 
 (That are of fuppler joynts) follow them {wittly, 
 And binder them from what this extaiie 
 May now provoke them tvs 
 
 Ad, Follow, | pray you. Exenmt omnes 
 
 Atlus Quartus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Profpero, Fer dinand, and Miranda. 
 fro. If Lhave too auftercly punifh'd you, 
 
 Your compenfation makes amends, fort _ 
 
 Have given you here,a third of mine owne life, 
 
 Or that for which Ilive : who, once againe 
 
 I tender to thy hand - All thy vexations 
 
 Were but my trials of thy lone, and thou 
 
 Haft ftrangely ftcod the reft : here, afore heaven 
 
 I ratific this my rich gift : O Ferdinand, 
 
 Doe not {mile at me, that 1 boat her off, | 
 
 For thou {halt find ‘the will oar-ftrip all praife 
 
 And make it halt, behind her. 
 Fer. Idoc beiseveit 
 
 Againftan.Oracle. ; eas. 
 Zro. Then,as my guelt, and thine owne acquifition 
 
 Worthily purchat“d, take my daughter : 
 
 If thou do ft breake her Virgin-knot, before 
 
 Allfan@imonious:ceremoni¢s may 
 
 Wichfall and holy-right be miniftred; 
 
 No fweer afperfion fhall the heavenslet fall» 
 fomake this contract grow ; but barraine hate, 
 Sow er-cy’d difdaine, and difcord fhall beftrew. 
 The union of your bed, with weeds fo loathly 
 That you fhall hate ir both : Therefore take heed, 
 ‘As Hymens Lampes {hall light you. 
 
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 Fer. As hope ; 
 For quiet dayes, faire Iffue, and longlife, 
 With fach loves as’tis now the murkielt den, 
 The moft opportune place, the ftrongft fuggeftion, 
 Our worfer Genins can, fhall never melt 
 Mine honor into lutt, to take away 
 The edge of that dayes celebration, 
 When I fhall thinke, or Phadus {teeds are founderd , 
 Or Night kept chain’d below. 
 
 Fro. Fairely {poke ; 
 Sit then, and talke with her, fhe is thine owne ; 
 What Ariel! ; my induftrions fervant Ariel, Enter Ariel. 
 
 - eAri, What would my potent mafter-? here Lam. 
 
 Fro. Thow,and thy meaner fellowes, your laft fervice 
 Did worthily performe : and T muft ufe you 
 In fuch another tricke : goe bringthe rabble 
 (Ore whom I give thee powre) here, to this place : 
 Incite them to quicke motion, for I mutt’ 
 Beftow uponthe eyes of this yong couple 
 Some vanity of mine Art + it ismy promife, 
 And they expect it fromme. 
 
 eri. Prefently ? 
 
 Pro, 1: witha twincke, 
 
 Ari. Before youcan fay come and goe, 
 
 And breathe twice ; and cry; fo,fo: i 
 Each one tripping on his Toe, 
 Will be here with mop, and mowe. 
 Doe you love me Matter ? no? 
 
 Pro. Dearely, my delicate 24 riel/: doc not approach 
 Till thou do’ft heare me call. 
 eri. Well : lconceive. ‘ 
 Pro. Looke thou be true : doe not give dalliance 
 Too much the raigne : the ftrongeft oathes, are firaw 
 To th’freith’ blood: be more abftemious, 
 Or elfe good night your vow. 
 Fer. 1 warrant you, Sir, 
 The white cold virgin Snow, upon my heart 
 Abates the ardour of my Liver. 
 Pro. Well. 
 Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, E 
 Rather then want a fpirit;appeare,and pertly.Soft mufieke 
 No tongue : all eyes : be filent. ; Enter Irs: 
 Ir. Ceres, mott bounteous Lady, the rich Leas 
 OF Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates, and Peafe; 
 Thy Turphy.Mountaines, where live nibling Sheepe, 
 And flat Medes thetchd with Stover ,them to keepe 3 
 Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims, 
 Which {pungy 4préf, at chy heft betrims ; 
 To make cold Nimphes chait crownes ; and thy broome: | 
 Whofe fhadow the difmiffed Batchelor loves, (groves; 
 Being laffe-lorne : thy pole-clipt vineyard: 
 And thy Sea-marge fterile, and rockey-hard, Bp 
 Where thou thy felfe do’ft ayre, the Queene o’th Skie, 
 Whofe watry Arch, and meflenger, am i, 
 Bids thee leave thete, and with her foveraigne grace, lane 
 Here on this'graffe-piot, inthisvery place  (deycends. 
 To come, and fport: here Peacockes flyeamaine : 
 Approach, rich (eres, her to entertaine, Enter Ceres. 
 Cer. Haile, many coloured Meffenger, that nee 
 Do’ ft difobey the wife of Jspirer : 
 Who, withthy taffron wings, upon my flowres 
 Diffufett hony dreps,refrefhing fhowres, 
 And with each end of thy blew bewedo’ft crowne 
 My bosky acres, and my unfhrubd downe, 
 Rich {carph to my proud earth : why haththy Queene 
 Summond me hither, to this fhort graf'd' Greene? 
 dr. A contraétof true Love, to celebrate; 
 And fomedonation freely to eftate 
 On the blefs'd Lovers. 
 (er. Tellme heavenly Bowe, 
 If Venws or her fonne, asthoudo’ft know, 
 Doe now attend the Queene ? fince they did plot 
 The meanes, that dusky Dé, my daughter got: 
 Her, and her blind-Boyes icandald company, 
 Thave forfworne. 
 Tr. Ot her fociety 
 Be notafraid: I met her deity 
 
 Exite 
 
 | Cuttingthe cloudstowards Paphos : and her fon 
 
 Dove-drawne with her : herethought they to have done 
 Some wanton charme, upon this man and maide, 
 Whofe vowesare,that no bed-right fhall be paid 
 
 Till Hyaens Torch be lighted : but in vaine, 
 
 | 44ar{es hot Minion isreturnd againe, 
 
 Her wafpith headed fonne shas broke hisarrowes, 
 Swears he will fhootno more, butplay with Sparrowes, 
 And bea boy right out. 
 
 Cer. Higheft Queene of State, 
 Great Juno comes, I know her by her gate. 
 
 In, How do's my bounteous fitter ?-goe with me 
 Tobleffe thistwaine, that they may prof{perons be, 
 Andhonord in their iffue, They Sing. 
 
 In. Honor, riches, marriage, bleffing, 
 Long continuance, and encr 
 
 Hourely joyes, be Still wpon yor, 
 
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Lhe Tempeft. | | 
 
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 Iwno fings her bleffings on you. { 
 Earths sncreafe, and foyxon plenty, 
 Barnes and Garners, never empty. 
 Vines, with clustring bunches growing, 
 Plants, with gooaly durthen bowing: 
 Spring come to you at the fartheft , 
 Inthe very end of Harveft. 
 Scarcity and want (ball fhun yor, 
 Ceres bleffing [ois on you. 
 Fer. Thisis amoft majelticke vifion; and 
 Harmonious charmingly : may I be bold 
 To thinke thefe {pirits ? 
 Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art 
 T have fromall their confines call’d to ena& 
 My prefent fancies, 
 Fer.Let me live here ever, 
 So rare a wondred father, and a wife, 
 Makes this place Paradife. 
 Pra. Sweet now, filence : 
 Tunoand (eres whifper ferionfly, 
 There’ s fomething elfe to doe :. hufhyand be mute 
 Or elfe our {pell is mar’d. 
 uno and Ceres whifper and fend Iris on employment. 
 Iris. You Nimphscald Nayades of the windring brooks 
 With your fedg’d crownes, and ever-harmelefle lookes, 
 ave your crifpe channels, and on this greene-land 
 {wer your fummons, /##0.do’s command 
 Come temperate Nimphes, and heipe to celebrate 
 A Contract of true Love: be not too late. 
 Enter certaines Naimphes. 
 You Sun-burn’d Sicklemen of Auguit weary, 
 Come hether from the furrow, and be merry, 
 Make holly day : your Rye-ftraw hats put on, 
 And thefe frefh Nimphes encounter every one 
 In Country footing. : 
 Enter certaine Reapers (properly babited :) they joyue with 
 the XN imphes,ina gracefis!! dance, owares the end where- 
 of, oi Plarts fodainly and fpenkes, after whsh to” 
 strange hollow and confufed noyfe, they heavily vant fh. 
 Pro. I had forgot that foule conf{piracy 
 Of the: beaft' Calsbaz,and his confederates 
 Againft my life :the minute of their plot 
 Is almoft come : Welldoue, avoyd : no more. 
 Fer. Thisis ftrange s your father’s in fome paffion 
 That workes him ftrongly. 
 Mir, Never till this day 
 Saw J him touch’d with anger, fo diftemper’d. 
 Pre. You doc looke (my fon) in a mov’d fort, 
 Asif you were difmaid : be cheerefull Sir, 
 Our Revelsnow are ended : Thefe our actors, 
 (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and 
 Are melted into Ayfe, into thin Ayre, 
 And like the bafelefle fabricke of their vifion’ 
 The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Palaces,’ 
 The folemne Temples, the great Globe it felfc, 
 Yea, all which it inherit, thall diffolve, 
 And like this infubfantiail Pageant faded 
 Leave nota racke behind :.we are fach ftuffe 
 As dreames are made on ; and our little life 
 Is rounded witha fleepe : Sir; Lamivext, ’ 
 Beare with my weakeneffe, my old braine is tronbled : 
 Benot difturb’d with my infirmity, ° 
 Ifyou be pleaf"d, retire into my Cell, 
 And there repofe,a turne or two, Le walke 
 To ftill my beating mind. 
 Fer. Mir. We with your peace. 
 
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 Pro. Come witha thought; I thanke thee Ariel:come. 
 m Enter Arzell, | 
 ers. Thy thoughts I cleave to, what'sthy pleafure 2 | 
 Pro. Spirit : wemutt prepare to meet with Cahban, 
 e4ri. I my Commander, when I prefented Ceres 
 Ithought to have told thee of it, bur 1 fear’d 
 Leaft I might anger thee. 
 Pro. Say againe, where didft thou leave thefe varlots ? 
 er, I told yow Sit ,they were red-hot with drinking, 
 So full of valour, that they {mote the ayre 
 For breathing in their faces:beate the ground 
 For kiffing of their feece ; yet alwayes bending 
 Towards their project : then I beate my Tabor, 
 At which like unback’t colts they prickt their eares, 
 Advane'd their eye lids, lifted up their nofes 
 As they {melt muficke, fo 1 charm’d their cares 
 That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow’d, through 
 
 - Tooth’d briars,finarpe firzes, pricking gofle,and thornes, 
 
 Which entred their traile fhins’: at laft I left them 
 
 Ith’ filthy mantled poole beyond you Cell, 
 
 There dancing up to th chins, that the fowle Lake 
 
 Ore-{tunck their feet. 
 Pro, This was well done (my bird) 
 
 Thy thape invifiblereraine thou ftill : 
 
 The trumpery in my honfe, goe bring it hither 
 
 For ftale to catch thefetheeves. -Arse/ 1 goe, I goe.Exit, 
 Pro. A devill, a borne-devill, on whofe nature 
 
 Narture cannever fticke; on whom my paines 
 
 Humancly taken, all, all.loft, quite loft, 
 
 And, as withage, his body uglier growes, 
 
 Se his minde cankers : I will piaguethem all, 
 
 Even to roaring : Come, hang on them this line: 
 Enter Ariel, /oaden wis b giistering apparell, Ge. Enter 
 
 Calsban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. 
 
 - (al, Pray you treadfofily, thar the blind Mole may 
 not hearea toot fall: we now areneere his Cell. (Fairy, 
 Ste. Monfter, your Fairy, which you fay isa harmles 
 
 Has done litt'e better then plaid the Jacke with us. 
 Trim, Montter,1 doe fmell all horfe-piffe, at which 
 My nofe is in great indignation. 
 Ste. Soisimine. Doe you heare Monfter : If J fhould 
 Take a difpleafure againit you : Looke you. 
 Trin. Thou wert but a loft Monfter. 
 Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour fill, 
 Be patient, for the prize lle bring theeto 
 Shall hudwinkethis mifchance : therefore fpeake fofily, 
 All’s kufht as midnight yer. 
 Trin, 1,buttolote our bottles in the Poole. 
 Ste. There isnot oricly difgrace and difhonor in that 
 (Monfter) but an infinite ioffe. 
 Trin. That's more tome then my wetting : 
 Yer thisis yous harmeleffe Fairy, Moniters 
 Ste. } will fetch off my bortle, 
 Though i be o’re eares for my labour. 
 (al. Prethee (my King) be quiet. Seeft thou heere 
 This isthe mouth o’ch Ceil : no noife, and enter: 
 Doe that good mifchiefe, which may make this Ifland 
 Thine owne for ever, and I thy Caisban 
 Foraye thy foot-licker. 
 Ste. Give me thy hand, 
 ‘I doe begin to have bloody thoughts. 
 Trin. © King Stephane, OPecere: Oworthy § tepbano, 
 Looke whata wardrobe heeré is for thee. 
 (al. Levitalone thou foole, it is but trafhs 
 Tri, Oh, ho: Monfter : we know what belongs to a 
 frippery, O King Stephano, 
 
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 Ste, Put? 
 
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 _ Ste. Put off 
 have that gowne. : 
 Tri. Thy grace fhall have it aa saat 
 Cal. The dropfie drowne this fooles what doe you 
 Todeate thus on fuch Inggage > let’s alone 
 And doe the marther firft : if he awake, hess 
 From too to crowne hee’l fill our skins with pinches, 
 Make us ftrange ftuffe. eat isoae ee . 
 Ste. Be va it (Montfter) Miftris line, is not = 
 1 my Ierkin ? now is the Ierkin under the ‘line : pete: ie 
 kin youare like to lofe your haire,and provea : rt , 
 Trin. Doe, doe 3 we fteale by lyne and levell, an 
 like your grace. ? ; "ea 
 Ste. Lthanke thee for that jeft ; heex’s a garment ate : 
 Wit thail not goe un-rewarded while I am King 0 
 
 Country ¢Steale by line and levell , isan excellent pafle of 
 
 ate :there’s another garment for't. P 
 
 Tri. Monfter, come put fome Lime upon your nngers, 
 and away with the reft. Liebehese: 
 
 4 al. Twill have done on’t : we fhall lofe our time, 
 And all be turn’d to Barnacles, or to Apes 
 Wich foreheads villanous lowe y 
 
 Ste. Monfter, layto your fingers : helpe to beare this 
 away, where my hogfhead of wine ts, or Ile turne you 
 out of my Ringdome : goeto,carry this. 
 
 Tri. And this. 
 
 Ste. I, and this. safes 
 
 A noyfe of Hunters beard, Enter divers [pirits in foape 
 of Degs,and Hownds, buming them abont : Frofpere 
 and Ariel fetting them on. 
 
 Pro. Hey Afonntaine, hey. 
 
 Ari. Silver : there it goes, Silver. 
 
 Pro. Fary,Pury : there Tyrant, there s harke, harke. 
 Goe, charge my Goblins that thoi grinde their joynts 
 With dry Convultions, fhorten up their finewes 
 With aged Cramps, and more pinch-fpotted makethem, 
 Then Pard, or Cat o’ Mountaine. 
 
 Ari. Harke, they rores 
 
 Pro, Let them be hunted foundly : Atthis houre 
 Liesat my mercy all mine enemies : 
 
 Shortly fhallall my Jabours end, and thou 
 “Shalt have the ayre at freedome : for a little 
 
 Follow, and doe me fervice. Exeunt. 
 
 Aélus Quintus, Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Profpero (in bis Magicke robes) and Ariel. 
 Pro. Now do'smy Project gather to a head : 
 My charmescracke not : my {pirits obey, and time 
 | Goesupright with his carriage : how’s the day ? 
 4r. On thefixt houre,at which time, my lord 
 | You faid our worke fhould ceafe. ie 
 | . Pro. Idid fay fo, 
 When firft I rais'd the Tempeft : fay my 
 How fares the King, and’s followers? 
 Ar, Confin'd together 
 | Inthe fame fa(hion, as you gavein charge, 
 | Iuftas youdeft them , all prifoners Sir 
 Inthe Lixe-grove which weather-fends your Cell, 
 They cannot bondgetill your releafe : The King, 
 * His brother, and yours, abide ali three diftracted 
 And the remainder mourning over them, 2 
 Brim full of forrow, and di{may ; but chicfely 
 
 {pirit, 
 
 st en teen 
 
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 or 
 
 | Him that you term’d Sir, the good old lord Gonzalo, 
 
 His teares run downe his beard like winters @£0P$ 
 From eaves of reeds : your charme fo ftrongly woF ks'em 
 T hat if you now beheld them, your affections 
 
 Would become tender. 
 
 Pro. Doitthou thinke fo, fpirit ? 
 Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane. 
 Pro. And mine fhall. : 
 
 Haft thou (which art but ayre)a touch, a feeling 
 
 Of their afili@tions, and fhall not my felfe, 
 
 One of their kind, that rellith all as tharpely, : 
 
 Paffion as they, be kindlier mou’dthenthouart*) 
 
 Though with their high wrongs Lam ftrook to th’quick, 
 
 Yet, with my nobler reafon, gainft my fury 
 
 Doe I take part: the rarer Action i$ ; 
 
 In vertue, then in vengeance s.they, being penitent, 
 
 The fole drift ofmy purpofe doth extend 
 
 Nota frowne further : Goe, releafe them Arid, 
 
 My Charmes Ile breake, their fences Ile reftore, 
 
 And they fhall be themfelves. ¢ : 
 Ar. Tie fetch them, Sir. Exit. 
 Pro. Ye Elves of hils, brookes, ftanding lakes and 
 
 And ye ,that on the fands with printlefle foote (groves, 
 
 Doe chafethe ebbing-2U eptune, aud doe flye him 
 
 When he comes backe : you demy-Puppets, that 
 
 By Moone-fhine doe the greene fowre Ringlets make, | 
 
 Whereof the Ewe not bites : and you, whote paftime™ | 
 
 Is to make midnight-Mufhrumps, that rejoyce 
 
 To heare the folemne Curfewe, by whofe ayde 
 
 (WeakeMafters though ye be) I have bedymn'd 
 
 The Noone-tide Sun, call’d forth the mutenous winds, 
 
 And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur’d vault 
 
 Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder 
 
 Have I given fire, and rifted /oves ftout Oke 
 
 With his owne Bolt : The ftrong baff'd promontory 
 
 Have I made fhake, and by the fpurs pluckt up 
 
 The Pyne,and Cedar. Graves at my command 
 
 Have wak’d their fleepers, op'd, and let’em forth 
 
 By my fopotent Art. Butthis rough Magicke 
 
 I heere abjure: and when Ihave requir’d 
 
 Some heavenly Muficke (which even now I doe). 
 
 To worke mine end upon their fences, that 
 
 This Ayry-charmeis for, Ile breake my ftaffe, 
 
 Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, 
 
 And deeper then did ever Plummet found 
 
 Iedrowne my booke. Solemne muficke. 
 
 Heere enters Aviel before : Then Alonfowitha franticke ge- 
 finre, attendedby Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio ia 
 hke manner attended by eAdrian and Francifco: They all 
 ester the circle which Profpero had made, and there Stand 
 charms’ which Profperoobferving, Peakes. 
 
 A folemne Ayre, and the beft comforter, 
 
 Toan unfetled fancy, Cure thy braines 
 
 (Now ufele fle) botle within thy skull : there ftand 
 For youare Spell-ftopt. : 
 Holy Gonzalo, Honorable man, 
 
 Mine eyes ev’n fociable to the fhew of thine 
 Fallfellowly drops : The charmediffolves apace, 
 And asthe morning fteales upon the night 
 (Melting the darkeneffe) fo their rifing fences 
 Beginte chace the ignorant fumesthat mantic 
 Their cleerer reafon. O good Gonzalo 
 
 My true preferver,and a loyall Sir, 
 
 To him thou follow’ ; I wiil pay thy graces 
 Home both in word, and deed ; Moftcruelly 
 
Lhe T empeft. 
 
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 Did thoue4/on/o, ufe me, and my daughter : 
 Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, 
 Thouart pinch’d for’t now Sebaftian, Flefh, and bloud, 
 You, brother mine, that entertain’d.ambition , 
 Expell’d remorfe, and nature, whom, with Sebaftéan 
 (Whofe inward pinches therefore are moft ftrong) 
 Would heere have kill’d your King :I doe forgive thee, 
 Vonaturall chough thou art ; their underttanding 
 Begins to {well, and the approaching tide 
 Will fhortly fill the reafonable fhore 
 That aow ly foule, and muddy : not one of them 
 That yet lookes on me, or would know me ; ried, | 
 Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell, 
 I will difcafe me, and my felfe prefent 
 As I was fometime A4illaine : quickly fpirit, 
 Thou fhalt.ere long be free. 
 Ariell fings and helps to attire bim. 
 Where the Bee fucks, there fuck, 
 Ina (owflips bell, | lye, 
 There I cowch when Owles doe cry, 
 On the Bates back el doe flye 
 after Sommer merrily. 
 Merrily, merrily, foall 1 live now, 
 @nder the blofem that hangs onthe Bow. 
 Fro. Why that’s my dainty Aried : I {hall miffe thee, 
 But yet thou fhalt have freedome : fo, fo, fo. 
 To the Kings thip, invifible as chouart, 
 There halt tho find the Marriners afleepe 
 Vnder the Hatches: the Mafter and the Boat-fwaine 
 Beingawake, enforce themto this piace ; 
 And prefeittly,2 prethee. 
 Art. I drinke the ayre before me, and returne 
 Or ere your pulfe twice, beate. Exit. 
 Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement 
 Inhabitsheere : {ome heavenly power guide us 
 Out of this fe arefall Country. 
 Pro. Behold S$ ir King 
 The wronged Dake of A4illaine, Profpera : 
 For more aflurance that a living Prince 
 Do’s now f{peake to thee, I embrace thy body, 
 And to thee, and thy Company, I bid 
 A hearty welcome, 
 Alo. Where thou bee’ ft he or no, 
 Or fome inchanted triflle to abufe me, 
 (Aslate I have beene) I not know : thy Pulfe 
 Beats asof flefh, and blood : and fince I faw thee,, 
 Th’afflicttion of my mind amends, with which 
 I feare a madnefle held me : this muft crave 
 (And ifthis be at all) a moft ftrange ftory. 
 Thy Dukedome I refigne, and docentreat 
 Thou pardon me my wrongs : but how fhould Profpero 
 Be living, and be heere ? 
 Pro. Firft, noble friend, 
 Let me embrace thine age , whofe honor cannot 
 Be meafur’d, or confin’d. 
 Gon. Whether this be, 
 
 | Orbe nor, Ile not {weare, 
 
 Pro. You doe yet tafte 
 Some fubtleties o th’//le, that will nor let you 
 Beleeve thingscertaine ; Wellcome, my friends all, 
 But you, my brace of lords, were I {@ minded 
 Iheere could plucke his highnefle frowne upon you 
 And juftifie you Traitors : at this time 
 I will tel! no tales. 
 
 Seb. The divell fpeakes in him : 
 
 ‘Pro. No. ’ 
 
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 For you (moft wicked Sir) whom tocall brother 
 Would even infec& my mouth, | doe forgive 
 Thy rankeft fault ;all of them :.aud require 
 My Dukedome of thre, which, perforce I know 
 Thou mutt reftore. 
 eo If thou beeft Prafero, 
 Give us particulars of thy prefervation, 
 How thou haft mer us heere, who three howres fince 
 Were wrackt upon thisfhore ? where] have loft 
 (How {harpé the pointof this remembrance is) 
 My deere fonne Ferdinand. 
 Pro, I am woe for’t, Sir. 
 Alo, \rreparableisthe loffe, and patience 
 Sayes, it ispaft hercure. 
 Pro, Lrather thinke 
 You have not fought her helpe, of whofe foft grace 
 For the like loffe, I have her foveraigne ayd, 
 And reft my felfe content. 
 Alo, Youthe like loffe ? 
 Pro. As geeat‘to me, as late, and {upportable 
 To make the deere loffe, have I meanes much weaker 
 Then you may call to comfort you ; for J 
 Have loft my daughter, 
 elo. A daughter ? 
 Oh heavenis, that they were living both in Naples 
 The King and Queene there, that they were, I with 
 My felfe were mudded in thatoo-zy bed 
 Where my fonne lies: whendid you lof your daughter? 
 Pro. Inthislaft Tempett. I perceive thefe lords, 
 At this encounter doe fo much admire, 
 That they devoure their reafon, and {carethinke 
 Their eie doe offices of truth : their words 
 Are natural! breath + but howfvevere you have ~ 
 Beene juftled from your fences, know for certaine 
 That lam Prafpereand that very Duke 
 Which was thruft forth of A¢:#aine, who moft ftrangely 
 Vpon this fhore ( where you were wracht) was landed 
 To be the Lord on’t : nomore yet of this, 
 For ‘tisa Chronicle of day by day, 
 Not a relation for a break-faft, nor 
 Befitting this firft meeting : Welcome; Sir; _ 
 This Cell’s my Conct : heere have I few attendants, 
 And Subjects none abroad : pray you looke iu : 
 My Dukedome fince you have given me againe, 
 I willreqnite you with as good a thing, 
 At leaft bring fortha wonder, to content ye 
 As much, as me my Dukedome. 
 Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand andtMiranda, playe 
 ing at Cheffe. 
 Mir. Sweet lord, you play me falfe. 
 -Fer. No my deareft love, 
 I would not for the world. (wrangle, 
 _ Mir. Yes, for a {core of Kingdomes, you fhouid 
 And I wonid call it faire play. 
 Alo. If this prove : 
 A vifion of the Ifland, one deere Senne 
 Shall I twice loofe, 
 Seb. A moft high miracle. 
 Fer, Though the Seas threaten they are merciful}; 
 Ihave curfd them without caufes 
 Ale. Now ail the bleflings 
 Of a glad father, compafle thee about : 
 Arife, and fay how thou cam’{t heere. 
 Mir. O wonder ! 
 How many goodly creatures are there heere ? 
 How beauteousmakind 1s? O brave new world’ 
 B3 : That 
 
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 eae 
 
 12 The Tempeff. 
 
 epee aoa 
 
 That has fuch people in’t. 
 Pro, “Tis new te thee. ‘ 
 e<lo. What is this:Maid, with whom thou wast at 
 
 Your eld’ft acquaintance cannot be three houres : 
 
 Is the the goddeffe chat hath fever’d us, 
 
 And brought us thus together? 
 
 Fer. Sir, fhe is mortal ; 2 
 
 But by immortall providence, fhe’s.mine 
 
 I chofe her when J could not aske my Father 
 
 For his advife :northonght 1 had one :She 
 
 Is daughter to this famous Dakeof AZilaue, 
 
 Of whom, fo often ] have heard rehowne, 
 
 But never faw before : of whom | have 
 
 Receiv'd a-fecond life ; and fecond Father 
 
 This Lady makes him to me. 
 evo, Lam hers. 
 
 But O, how odly will it found, that I 
 
 Muftaske my child forgivenefle ? 
 
 Fro. There Sir {top, 
 Let us not burthen our remembrances, with 
 A beavineffe that 'sgone. 
 
 Gon, I have inly wept, 
 
 Or thonld have fpoke ere this : looke downe you gods 
 
 Aud onthiscouple drop a bleffed crowne ; 
 
 For it is you, that have chalk’d forth the way 
 
 Which brought us hither. 
 
 Alo. I fay Amen, Gonzalo. 
 Gon. Was Millaine chrutt from A4llaine that his iffue 
 
 Should become Kings of Maples? O rejoyce 
 
 Beyond a common joy, and fet it downe 
 
 With gold on lafting Pillers : In one voyage 
 
 Did Claribell her husband find at Tunis, 
 
 And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, 
 
 Where he himfelfe was loft ; Profpero, his Dukedome 
 
 Ina poore /fle : and all of us, our felves, 
 
 When no man was his owne. 
 
 Alo. Give me your hands : 
 Let griefe and forrow ftill embrace his heart, 
 That dothnot with you joy. 
 Gon. Beit fo, Amen. 
 Enter eAviell,with the Mafter and Boat{waine. 
 amazedly following. 
 O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more ofus : 
 I prophefi'd, ifa Gallowes were on Land 
 This fellow could not drowne : Now blafphemy, 
 That fwear’ft grace ore-boord, not an oath on fhore;, 
 Haft thou no mouth by land ? 
 What isthe newes ? 
 Bot. The beft newes is, that we have fafely found 
 Our King, and company : The next : our Ship, 
 Which but three glaffes fince, we gave out {plit, 
 Istyte,and yare, and bravely rig'd, as when 
 We firlt put out to Sea. 
 Ar, Sir,all this fervice 
 Have I dene fince I went. 
 Pro. My trickfey {pisit. 
 e4lo. Thefe are not natural events, they ftrengthen 
 From ftrange, to ftranger : fay, how came you hither ? 
 ___ Bot. If1 didthinke, Sir, 1 were wellawake, 
 I'ld ftrive to tell you: we were dead of fleepe, 
 And (how we know not) al clapt under hatches, 
 Where, but even now, with ftrange, and feverall noyfes 
 Of roting, fhreeking, howling, gingling chaines, 
 And mio diverfity of founds, all horrible, 
 We were awak’d : ftraight way,atliberty ; 
 Where we, inall our trim, frefhly beheld 
 
 ce Rt RED 
 
 Our royall, good, and gallant Ship : our Mafter 
 
 * (play? | Capring to eye her : ona trice, fo pleafe yous 
 
 Even in adreame, were we divided from them, 
 And were brought moaping hither. 
 e4r. Was’t well done? 
 Pro, Bravely (my diligence) thou {halt be free. 
 ‘Ar, This is as ftrange a Maze,asere men trod, 
 And there is in this bufineffe, more than nature 
 Was ever conduct of : fome Oracle 
 Mutt rettifie our knowledge. 
 
 Pro. Sir my Leige, ; ; 
 Doe not infeft your mind,with beating on 
 The ftrangenefle of this bufineffe, at pickt feifure 
 (Which fhall be fhortly fingle) Ile refolve you, 
 (Which to you fhall {eeme probable) of every_ 
 Thefe happend accidents : till when, be cheerefull 
 Andthinke ofeach thing well : Come hither fpirit, 
 Set Caliban, and his companions free : ; 
 Vntye the Spell : How fares my gracious Sir ? 
 There are yet miffing of your Company 
 Some few odde Lads, that you remember not, 
 
 Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano,and 
 Trinculoin ther flolae eA pparell. 
 
 Ste. Every man thift for all the reft, and let 
 No man take care for himfelfe ; for all.is 
 But fortune : (oragie Bully-Monfter (oragio. . 
 
 Tri. Ifthefe be true fpies which I wearein my head, 
 Here’sa goodly fight. 
 
 Cal. O Setebos,thefe be brave fpititsindeed + 
 How fine my Mafter is ? lam afraid 
 He will chattife me. 
 
 Seb. Ha, ha: 
 
 What thingsare thefe my lord Azthonio ? 
 Willmoney buy em? 
 
 e4nt. Very like : one of them 
 Isa plaine Fifh, and no doubt marketable, 
 
 Pro, Marke but the badges of thefe men, my lords,’ 
 Then fay if they be true: This mifhapen knaue; 
 
 His Mother wasa Witch, and one fo {trong é 
 That could controle the Moone ; make fowes,and ebs, 
 And deale in her command, withont her power : 
 Thefe three have robd me, and this demy-divell ; 
 (For he’s a baftard one)had plotted with them 
 To take my life : two.of thefe Fellowes, you 
 Muft know, and owne, this Thing of darkenefle,I 
 Acknowledge mine: 
 
 Cal. I thall be pincht todeath. 
 
 Alo, Isnot this Stephano, my drunken Butler ? 
 
 Seb. He isdranke now ; : 
 Where had he wine? 
 
 _ Alo, And Trincalo is recling ripe : where fhould they 
 Find this grand Liquor that hath gilded *em ? t 
 How cam it thou in this pickle ? 
 
 Ts. I have beene in fuch a pickle fince I faw youlaft, 
 That I feare me will never out of my bones : 
 I fhailnot feare flye-blowing. 
 Seb, Why how now Stephano? 
 Ste. Otouch me not, I am not Stephano, buta Cramp. 
 Pro. You'ld be King o’the Tle, Sixha ? 
 Ste. I thould have beenea fore one then. 
 Alo, Thisisaftrange thing asere I look’d on, 
 Pro He isasdifproportion’d in his avanners 
 As in his fhape : Goe Sirha, to my Cell, 
 Take with you your Companions : as you looke 
 To have my pardon, trim it handfomely. 
 (Cal. Ithat Iwill : and Ile be wife hereafter, 
 
Lhe Lempeft. 
 
 And feeke for grace : what a thrice double Affe 
 
 Was Ito take thisdrankard for a god ? 
 
 And worfhip thisdull fools 2 - : 
 Pre. Goeto,away. (found it. 
 Alo, Hence , and beftow your luggage where you 
 Seb. Or ftole it rather. 
 
 Pro. Sir,Linvite your Highnefle and your traine, 
 
 Tomy poore Cell : where you fhall take your reft 
 
 For this one night which part of it,Le walte 
 
 With fuch difcourfe,as Inot doubt ,thall make it 
 
 Goe quickeaway : The ftory of my life, 
 
 And the particular accidents gone by 
 
 Since I came to this Ifle: And in the morne 
 
 Ile bring you to your fhip,and foto Naples, 
 
 Where [have hope tofee the Nuptials 
 Of thefe our deare-belov’d,folemnized, 
 And thence retire me to my CWMGllaine, where 
 Every third thought fhall be my grave. 
 
 etl, I Jong 
 To héaré the ftory of your life; which mat 
 Take the eare ftrangely. 
 
 Pro. Ie deliver all, 
 And promife you calme Seas,aufpicious gales, 
 And {aile,fo expeditious, that thal carch 
 Your Royall fleet farre off s My ¢4rie/(Chicke) 
 That isthy charge ; then to the Elements 
 Be free,and fare thou well : pleafe you draw neare. 
 
 Exeunt omnes, 
 
 EPILOGVE 
 {poken by Profpero. 
 
 N” my Charwses are ellore-throwne, 
 And what firencth 1 have’s mine omne, 
 Which is moff faint : now tis true 
 I tuft be heere confinde by you, 
 Or fent to Naples: Let me not 
 Since Lhave my Dukedome get, 
 And pardon'd t he deceiver ,awell 
 In this bere Yland by your Spell, 
 But releafe me from my bands 
 With the helpe of your good hands : 
 Gentle breath of yours yy Sailes 
 Muft fill oredfe my project failes, 
 Which was to pleafe : Now I want 
 Spirits to enforce: Art to enchant, 
 And my ending is defpaire, 
 Valeffe 1 be veliev'a by prayer, 
 Which pierces fo,that it affaulss 
 Mercy it feife,and frees allfaults. 
 As you from crises would pardon d be, 
 
 Let your Indulgence fer me free. Exit. 
 
 The Scene,an un-inhabited J fland. 
 Names of the eA tors, 
 
 Lonfo King of Naples. 
 
 Sebaftisn bis brother. 
 Pr ofpero the right Duke of Adsllaipe. 
 Antonie his Brother, the ufarping Duke of Millaine 
 Ferdinand,Soa to the King of Naples. 
 Gonzalo,an honeft old Counfellor. 
 Adrian,anad Fraacifco, Lords, 
 Calsban,a Salvage and deformed Slave, 
 Tr inculo.a lefter. 
 Stephano,a drunkes Butler, 
 Mafter of a Ship. 
 Boat-Swasne. 
 Marviners, 
 Miranda daughter to Profpcre., 
 Ariell,an ayerie Spirit, 
 
 Iris. 
 
 Ceres. 
 
 lane, Spirits. eh 
 Nympbhes. ' 
 Reapers, 
 
‘Tvvo Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 eA ttus Primus, Scena Prima. 
 
 Valentine Prothews and Speed. 
 
 Valentine. 
 
 # Eafe to perfwade,my loving Prethems; 
 -¢ Home-keeping youth,have ever homely wits, 
 = Wer't not affection chaines thy render dayes, 
 To the fweet glances of thy honuut’d Love, 
 I rather would entreat thy company, 
 To fee the wonders of the world abroad, 
 Then (living duily fluggardiz’d at home) 
 Weare ouc thy youth with fhapeleffeidlenefle. 
 But fiuce thou lov’{t ; love ftill and thrive therein, 
 Evenas I would when to love begin. i 
 
 Pra, Wilt thoube gone? Sweet Ualentineadieu, 
 Thinke on thy Prothews,when thou (haply )feeft 
 Some rare note-worthy object inthy travaile. 
 
 With me partakerin thy happineffe, 
 When thou do’ft meet good hap ; and in thy danger; 
 (If ever danger doe environ thee) 
 Commend thy gricvance to my holy prayers, 
 For I will be thy Beadef-man, Uacevtine. 
 Val. And ona Love-booke pray for thy fueceffe ? 
 Pro. Vponfome booke I love;lle pray for thee. 
 
 Val. Thats on fome fhallow Story of deepe love, 
 How yong Leander croft the Hellefpont. 
 
 Pro. Thats adeepe Story ofa deeper love, 
 
 For be was more than over-fhooes in love. 
 
 Val. Tis true; for youare over-bootesin love, 
 And yet you never {wom the Hellefpont, 
 
 - Pro, Over the Boots? nay give me not the Boots. 
 Val. No,I will not ; for it boots thee not. 
 
 Pro. What? 
 
 Val.To be in love,where {corne is bought with grones: 
 Coy lookes, with heart-fore fighes: one fading moments 
 Withtwenty watchfull,weary,tedious nights; (mirth, 
 If haply won,perhapsa hapleffe gaine : 
 
 Ifloft,why then a grievous labour won ; 
 How ever, but a folly bought with wit, 
 Or elfe a wit,by fo'ly vanquithed. 
 Pre. So; by your circumfiance,you call me foole. 
 Fat. So,by your circumftance,{ feare youl prove. 
 Pro. Tis Love you cavill at, am not Love. 
 Val. Love is your mafter,for he mafters you ; 
 And hethat is fo yoked by a foole, 
 Me thinkes fhould not be Chronicled for wife, 
 Pro. Yet Writers fay;as in the fweeteht Bud, 
 The eating Canker dwels; foeating Love 
 Inhabits in the fineft wits ofall. 
 Val. And Writers fay ; asthe moft forward Bud 
 
 Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow, : 
 Even foby Love,the yong and tender wit 
 
 Is turn’d to folly ,blaiting in the Bud, 
 
 Lofing his verdare even in the primes. 
 
 And ail che faire effects of future hopes. 
 
 But wherefore wafte I time to counfaile thee 
 That arta Votary to fond defire ? 
 
 Once more adieu : my Father at the Roade 
 
 Expects my comming,there to feeme fhipp'd. 
 
 Pro. And thither will 1 bring thee Valentine. 
 Val. Sweet Prothexs no ; Now letustake our leave: 
 At Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters 
 Of thy fucceffe in love ; and what newes elfe 
 Betideth here in abfence of thy Friend : 
 And I likewife will vifite thee with mine. 
 Pro. All happineffe bechance to thee in AGHasue, 
 Val. As much to you at home : and fo farewell. ¢ Exits | 
 Pre.. Heafter honour hunts,I after Love. ; 
 He leaves his friends to dignifie them more s 
 Ilove my felfe,my friends, and all for love: 
 Thou J#4a,thou haft metamorphos’d me : 
 Made me neglect my Studies, lofe my time; 
 Warre with good conafaile ; fet the world at nought; 
 
 Made wit with mufing,weake;heart ficke with.thought. | — 
 
 _ Sp. Sit Prothem : fave you ; faw youmy Matter ? 
 Pro. But now he parted hence toembarke for AGiMaint. 
 Sp. Twenty to one then,he is fhipp’d already, 
 
 And I have plaid che fheepe in lofing him. 
 
 Pro, Indeed a fheepe doth very often ftray, 
 
 And if the Shepheard be awhileaway. 
 
 Sp. You conclude that my Matter isa Shepheasel then, 
 and Ta {heepe ? 
 
 Pro. I doe. 
 
 Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I 
 wake or fleepe. 
 
 Pro. A filly anfwer,and fitting well a fheepe. 
 
 Sp. This proves me {till a fheepe. 
 
 Pro, True sand thy Maftera fhepheard. 
 
 Sp. Nay,that f can deny by a circumftance, 
 
 Pro. it fhall goe hard but Ile prove it by another. 
 
 Sp. The Shepheard feckes the fheepe, and not the | 
 
 Sheepe the Shepheard ; but I feeke my Matter , and my 
 
 Matter ‘eckes not me : therefore I am no fheepe. 
 
 Pra. The Sheepe for Fodder follow the Shepheard, 
 the Shepheard for food followes not the Sheepe: thou 
 for wages followeft thy Mafter, thy Mafter for wages 
 followes not thee: therefore thou art afheepe. 
 
 Sp. Such another proofe'will make me cry bad. 
 
 : He Buc doft thou heare: gav’ft thou my Letter to 
 
 tia § 
 
 ae 1 |) 
 
gp- 1 Sir : I (a loit-Matton) gave your Letter to her 
 (a lac’d Mutton, ) and the (alac’d Muttom) gave me (a 
 loft-Mutton)aothing for my labour. 
 
 Pro. Heres too fmalla Pafture for fuch ftore of Mut- 
 tons. 
 
 Sp. Ifthe ground be over-charg’d,you were beft ftick 
 ler. 
 Pro, Nay, in that you are aftray : twere beft pound 
 ou. ‘ 
 
 _ Sp. Nay fir,leffe then a pound fhallferve me for carry= 
 ing your letter. 
 
 Pro. You miftake ; I meane the Pound,a Pinfold, 
 
 Sp. Froma pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 
 
 Tis threefold too little for carryinga letter to your Lover. 
 
 Pro. Bat what faid fhe ? 
 
 Sp. Is 
 
 Pro. Nod-I ,why thats Noddy. 
 
 Sp. You miftooke fir,I faid fhe did nod : 
 And youaske me if fhe did nod,and I faid I, 
 
 Pro. And that fet together, is noddy. 
 
 Sp. Now you havetaken the paines to fet it together, 
 takeit for your paines. 
 
 Pro. No,no,you fhall have it for bearing the Letter. 
 Sp. Well,] perceive I muft be faine to beare with you. 
 Pro. Why fir,how doe youbeare with me? 
 
 Sp. Marry fir.the Letter very orderly, 
 
 Having nothing but the word noddy for my paines. 
 
 Pro, Befhrew me,but you have a quicke wit. 
 “Sp. And yet it cannot overtake your flow purfe. 
 
 Pre. Come,come , openthe matter in briefe ; what 
 + faid fhe. 
 
 Sp. Open your purfe, that the money and the matter 
 may be both delivered: 
 
 Pro. Well fir: here isfor your paines : what faid fhe? 
 
 Sp. Truely fir,t thinke youle hardly win her- 
 
 Pro. Why?cosldft thou perceive fo much from her ? 
 Sp. Sir,J could perceive nothing atall from her ; 
 
 No,not fo much as a Ducket for delivering your letter : 
 And being fo hard to me,that brought your minde ; 
 
 I feare fhee'l prove ashard ro you in telling her minde. 
 Give her no token but flones, for fhe’sas hard as flecle. 
 
 Pro. What faid the nothing ? 
 
 Sp. No,not fo muchas takethis forthy paines: (me; 
 To teftifie your bounty, thanke you,you haye Teflern'd 
 Inrequitall whereof , hencefore carry your letter your 
 felfe; And fo fir,lle commend youto my Mafter. 
 
 Pre. Go,go,be gone,to fave your {hip from wracke, 
 Which cannot perifh having thee aboard, 
 
 Being deftin’d to adryer death on (hore : 
 I mutt goe fend fome better Meflenger, 
 I feare my Julia would not deigne my lines, 
 
 | Receiving them from {ucha worthlefle poft. Exits 
 
 ee 
 
 — 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Lulia and Lucetthe 
 
 Jul. But fay Lucetta(now are we alone) 
 Wouldf thou then counfaile me to fall inlove? 
 
 | Zac. I Madam,{o you ftumble not unheedfully. 
 
 Iwl. Of allthe taire refort of Gentlemen, 
 
 } That every day with par'le encounter me; 
 
 The two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 21 
 
 In thy opinion which is worthieftlove ? 
 Luc, Pleafeyou repeat their names,ll¢ fhew my mind, 
 According to my fhallow fimple skill. 
 Jw. Whatthinkft thon of the faire Sir Eglamonre 2 
 In. Asofa Knight, well-fpokenneat,and fine ; 
 But were I you,he never fhould be mine. 
 
 In, What think{t thou of the rich Mercatio ? 
 
 Lu, Wellef his wealth; but of himfelfe,fo,fo. 
 
 Ix. What thinkit thou of the gentle Prethems ? 
 
 Lx. Lord,Lord : to fee what tolly raignesin us. 
 
 In, How now? what meanes this paffion at-his name ? 
 
 Zn. Pardon deare Madam,tisa paffing fhame, 
 
 That I (unworthy body as 1 am) 
 Should cenfure thus on lovely Gentlemen- 
 
 Ju, Why not on Protheuz,as ofall the reft ? 
 
 Lu. Then thus: of many good,I thinke him beft. 
 
 Jw. Your reafon ? 
 
 Lu. have no other but a womans reafon. 
 
 I thinke him {0,becanfe I thinke him fo. 
 
 Iu. And wouldft thou have me caft my love on him? 
 
 Lu. 1 : if youthought your love not caftaway. 
 
 In. Why he of all the reft,hath never mov'd me. 
 
 Lu. Yet he,of alithe reft,t thinke beft lovesye. 
 
 Tuts, Higlittle fpeaking fhewes his love but {mall. 
 
 Lu. Fire thatsclofett kept,burnes mott of all. 
 
 Iu. They doenot love, that doe not thew their love. 
 
 Ls, Oh,they love leaft, that let men know their love. 
 
 Ju. I would I knew his minde. 
 
 Lu. Perufe this Paper Madam. 
 
 Iu. To I#ha : fiy,frem whom ? 
 
 La. Thatthe Contents will thew. ’ 
 
 In. Say fay : whogave itthee ? 
 
 Lu.Sir Valentines Page:and fent I think from Proshers. 
 He would have given it you,but | being in the way, 
 Didin your name receive it : pardon the fault I pray. 
 
 In. Now(by my modefty )agoodly Broker 
 Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines ? 
 
 To whifper and confpixeagain{t my youth? 
 Now traft me,tisan office of great worth, 
 And you an oificer fit for the place : 
 
 There : take the Paper ; fee it be return d, 
 Or elfe returne no more into my fight. 
 
 Lx. To pleade forlove,deferves more fee then hates 
 
 Iu, Will ye be gone? 
 
 Lu. That you may ruminate. Exit. 
 
 Iu. And yet I would | had ore-look’d the Letter 5 
 It werea fhameto call her backe againe, 
 
 And pray her toa fault, for which f chid her. 
 What foole is fhe,that knowes Iam a Maid, 
 And would not force the letter to my view ? 
 Since Maides in modefty, fay no to that, 
 Which they would have the profferet conftene,t. 
 Fie,fie; how way-ward is this foolifh love ; 
 That (like atefty Babe) will {¢ratch the Nus{e, 
 And prefently,all humbled, kiffethe Rod? 
 How churlithly I chid Lacerta hence, 
 
 When willingly I would bave had her here? 
 How angerly I taught my brow tofrowne, 
 
 ‘When inward joy enfore’d my heart te {mile > 
 
 My pennance is,tocall Lwcetta backes 
 And aske retniftion for my folly paft. 
 What hoe : Lwcetta. 
 Lu. What would your Ladifhip ? 
 Ju, Istneere dinnertime? 
 La. I would it were, 
 
 “That you might kill your ftomacke on your meat, 
 
 And 
 
| 
 i 
 
 22 The two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 And not upon your Maid. 
 Ja. What is’t that you 
 Tooke up {9 gingerly? 
 Lz, Nothing. 
 * Jz.. Why didft thou ftoope then ° 
 Ln. Totakea Paper up,that I let fall. 
 Za, Andis that Paper nothing? 
 Lx. Nothing concerning me, 
 fz. Then let it lye,for thofe that it concernes. 
 In. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes, 
 Voleffe it have a falfe interpreter. Seeate 
 Jz. Some Love of yours hath writ to you in Rime. 
 Lz, ThatI might fing it (Madam) toa tune : 
 Give me a note,your Ladifhip can fet. | 
 In, Aslittleby fuch toyes,as may be poffible : 
 Belt fing it tothetune of Light O,Love, 
 J. Itis too heavy for fo lighta tune. 
 In. Heavy ? belike it hath fome burden then? 
 Lu. 1: and melodious were it,would you fingit. 
 Za. And why not you ? 
 La. Ucannot reach fo high. 
 Jw, Lets fee your fong : 
 How now Minion? 3 
 In. Keepe tune there ftill,fo you will fing it out : 
 And yet me thinkes 1 doe not like this tune. 
 Ia. You doe not ? 
 Lu, No (Madam) tis too fharpe. 
 In. You( Minion ) are too fawcie. 
 In. Nay ,now you are too flat ; 
 And marre the concord with too harfh a defcant: 
 There wanteth but.a Meane to fill your Song. 
 Jw The Meane is drown’d with your unruly bate. 
 Lu, Indeed I bidthe bafe for Prathens, 
 Js. Thisbabble fhall not henceforth troubleme; 
 Here isa coile with proteffation : 
 Goe,get you gone : and let the Papers lye: 
 You would be fingring them to anger me. 
 Lu. She makes tt ftrange,but fhe would be belt pleas’d 
 To be fo.angred with another Letter. Exit. 
 fn. Nay,would f were fo angred with the fame : 
 Oh harefull hands,to'teare farch loving words ; 
 Injurious Wafpes,to feed on fuch fweet honey, 
 And kill the Bees that yeeld it,with your ftings ; 
 He kiffe each feverall Paper for amends: 
 Looke,here is writ, kinde Julia: unkinde labia, 
 As inrevenge of thy ingratinide, 
 
 j Ithrow thy name agaiaftthe bruzing flones, 
 | Trampling contemptuoufly on thy difdaine, 
 ' And here is. writ, Loveswounded Protheus. 
 
 Poore wounded name : my bofome,asa bed, 
 Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal’ d ; - 
 Andthus [earch ieWith a foveraigne kiffe. 
 
 But twice,orthricé,was Protheus written downte: 
 Becalme(good winde)blow not a word away, 
 
 Till t have foutideach letter intheLetter, 
 
 Except mine owne name: That {omc whirle-wind beare 
 Vato a ragged, fearefull hanging Rocke, 
 
 And throw it thence into the raging Sea: 
 
 Loe,here inone line is his nametwice writ « 
 
 Poore forlorne Protheus,paffionate Protheus : 
 
 To the feet Iulia: that lle teare away : 
 
 And yet will not,fith fo pretily 
 
 He couples it,to his complaining names ; 
 
 Thus will I fold them,oneé upon another ; 
 
 Now kiffe,embrace,contend doe what you will. .- Sater. 
 
 Is, Madam : dinner is ready,and your father ftayes. 
 
 Iu. Wellletus goe. 
 
 Ix. Ifyou refpect them ; beft totake them up. | 
 Lu. Nay,I wastaken up,for laying them downe. 
 Yet here they fhall not lie for catching cold, 
 In, Vee youhkavea monthes minde oe 
 Lu, 1 (Madam) you may fay what fights you fee; 
 I fee things to,although you judge I winke. 
 Ju. Come,come,wilt pleafe you goe? 
 
 ike 
 
 Scena T ertiae 
 
 Enter Antonio and Panthino. Prothens® 
 
 ext. Tell me Panthine,what fad talke was that, 
 Wherewith my brother held you inthe Cloyfter 2 
 Pan. ‘Twas ofhis Nephew Protheus,your fonne. 
 eint, Why? whatof him ? | 
 Pan. He wondred that your Lordthip 
 Would fuffer him to fpend his youth at home, 
 While ether menof flender reputation 
 Put forth their Sonnes,to feeke preferment out. 
 Some to the warres,to try their fortune there ; 
 Some to difcover Iflands farre away : 
 Some,to the ftudious Vniverfities ; 
 For any;or for all thefe exercifés, 
 He faid,that Prothers,your fonne,was meet ; 
 And did requeft ineto importune you 
 To let him {pend his time no moré at home ; 
 Which would be great impeachment to hisage,’ 
 In having knowne no travaife in his youth. 
 fut. Norneed’{t thou much importune me to that 
 Whereon ,this month I have been hammering. 
 I have confider’d well,his lofle of time, 
 And how he cannot bea perfect man, 
 Not being tried,nor tutor’d inthe world : 
 Experience is by induftry atchiev’d, 
 And perfected by the {wift courfe of time : 
 Then tell me, whither were I beft to fend him ? 
 ‘Pan. Ithinke your Lordthip isnot ignorant 
 How his companion, youthful! Valentine, 
 Attendsthe Emperour in his Royall Court, 
 ent. I know it well, 
 
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 Lu. What, thall thefe Papers lic,like tell-tales here? / 
 
 RSs pees 
 
 (thither, | 
 
 Pan. ‘Twere good , I thinke, your Lordfhip fent him 
 
 There fhall he practife Tiltsand Turnaments ; 
 Heare {weet difcourfe,converfe with Noblemen, » 
 And be in eye of every exercife , 
 Worthy his youth and noblenefle of birth. 
 
 Ant. Like thy counfaile : well hatt thou advis'd.: 
 And that thou maift perceive how well Llike it, : 
 The execution of it thall make knowne ; 
 
 Even with the {peedieft expedition, 
 1 will difpatch him to the Emperours Court, 
 
 Pan. Tomorrowsmay it pleafe you, Don ediphenfe, 
 With other Gentlemen of good efteeme 
 Are journeying to falutethe Emperour, 
 
 And to commend their fervice to his will, 
 ent. Good company : withthem thal Proves goe: 
 And in good time,now will'we breake with hi 
 Pra. Sweet Love, fweetlines weet life, 
 Here is her hand,the agent of her heart gh 8) 
 Here is her oath for love, her horiours pawne; - 
 
 Shey 
 
 Exeunt, a 
 
O that our Fathers would applaud our Loves 
 To feale our happinefle with their confents. 
 Oh heavenly J#ésa. 
 
 e4ut. How now? What Letter are you reading there ? 
 
 Pro. May'tpleafe your Lordfhip,’'tisa word or two 
 Of commendations fent from Valentine ; 
 Deliver’d by a friend,that came frm him. 
 Ast. Lend methe Letter: Let me fee what newes; 
 Pro, Thereis no newes (my Lord)but that he writes 
 How happily he lives, how well belov’d, 
 And daily graced by the Emperour ; 
 Withing me with him partner of his fortune. 
 vant, And how ftand you affected to his with ? 
 Pro. As one relying on your Lordfhips will, 
 And not depending on his triendly with. 
 ‘Ant. My willis fomethiag forted with his with : 
 Mafe not that Ithus fuddenly proceed ; 
 For what I will,I willjand therean end : 
 am refolv’d that thou thalt {pend fome time 
 With Valentino inthe Emperours Court + 
 What maintenance he fram his friends receives, 
 Like exhibition thou thalt have from me, 
 To morrow bein readiuefle to goe, 
 Exenfe it not : for Iam peremptory, 
 Pro. My Lord I cannot be fo foone provided, 
 Pleafe you deliberate a day or two. 
 Ant, Looke what thou wantft fhall be fent after thee : 
 | No moreof ftay: tomorrow thou mutt goe 5 
 Come on Panthino ; you thall be imploy'd, 
 To haften on his expedition. 
 
 Pro. Thus have I fhunn’d the fire for feare of burning, 
 And drench’d me in the Sea, where Iam drown’d. 
 I fear’d to thew my father Jwéa’s Letter, 
 
 Leaft he fhould take exceptions tomy Love, 
 nd with the vantage of mine owne excufe 
 Hath he excepted moft againft my Love. 
 
 Oh, how this{pring of love refembleth 
 
 The uncertaine glory of an Aprill day, 
 
 Which now fhewesall the beauty of the Sunne, 
 And byand by a:clond takes ail away. 
 
 Pan. Six’ Prothews,your Father call’sfor you, 
 He isin hafte,therefore I pray you. goe. 
 
 Pro. Why thisit is: my heart accords thereto, 
 And yeta thoufand timesit anfwer’s no. 
 Exenat. 
 
 Euter. 
 
 Fines. 
 
 ene 
 
 eA tus fecundas : Scena Prima, 
 
 Enter Valentine, Speed, Silvia. 
 
 Speed. Sir,your Glove. 
 
 Vales. Not miné: my Gloves are on. 
 
 Sp. Why thenthis may be yours: for this is but one. 
 Val. Ha? Letme fee : 1, give it me,it’s mine : 
 
 Sweet Ornament,that decks a thing divine, 
 
 4 Ah Silvia, Silvia, 
 
 | Speed. Madam Si/via: Madam Silvia. 
 
 Val. How now Sirrha? 
 
 Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir. 
 
 Val. Why fir:who bad youcall her > 
 
 Sp. Your worfhip fir, or elfe I miftooke, 
 
 Val, Well: you'll ftill betoo forward. 
 
 Sp. And yet I was laft chidden for being too flow. 
 
 The two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 enema TTT CANA AA 
 
 Val. Goe to fir,tell me:doe you know Madam Ss/via ? 
 
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 Sp. Shee that your worfhip loves? 
 
 Val. Why,how. know you that 1am inlove? 
 
 Spe Marry by thefe fpeciall markes: firft, yon have 
 learn’d (like fir Prothews ) to wreathe your armeslike a 
 Male-content: ‘to relifh a Love-fong, likea Robin-red- 
 breaft : tu walke alone like one that had the Peftilence : 
 to figh likea Schoole-boy that had loft his 4.8. C. to 
 weepe like a yong Wench that had loft her Grandam: to 
 faft like oné that takesdyet : to watch like one that feares 
 robbing : to fpeake puling like a Beggar at Hallowmaffe: 
 You were wont when you laughed to crow like a Cocke: 
 when you walk’d,to watke like one of the Lions: when 
 you fafted,it was prefently after dinner : when youlookt 
 fadly,it was for want of money : And now youare Meta- 
 morphos'd with a Miftreffe,chat when I looke on you, I 
 can hardly thinke you my Matter. : 
 
 Val. Areall thefethings perceiv’d in me? 
 
 Sp. They are all perceiy'd without ye. 
 
 Val. Without me ? they cannot. 
 
 Sp» Without you? nay, that’s certaine: for without 
 you were fo fimple, none elfe would: but you are fo 
 without thefe follies,that thefe tolliesare within you,and 
 fhine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not 
 an eye that {ces you, but isa Phyfitian to Comment on 
 your Malady. 7 
 
 Val, But tell me : doft thou know my Lady Si/uia? 
 
 Sp. Shee that you gaze on fo,as fhe fits at Supper ? 
 
 Val. Haftthon,obierw’d that? even fhe I meane. 
 
 Sp. Why fir,I know her not. 
 
 Val. Doftthou know her by my gazing on her, and yet 
 know ft hernot ? . 
 
 Sp. Isthe not hard favour’d fir ? 
 
 Val. Not fo faire (Boy)as weli favour’d. 
 
 Sp. Sir,I know that wellenough. 
 Val. Whatdolt thouknow ? 
 
 Sp. That thee is not fo faire , as (of you ) well fa. 
 vourd ? : 
 
 Val. Imeane that her beauty isexquifite, 
 
 But her fauour infinite. 
 
 Sp. That’s becaufe the oncis painted ,and the othe. ont 
 ofall count. ‘: 
 
 Val. How painted? and how ent of count ? 
 
 Sp. Marry fir,fo painted to make her faire,that no man 
 counts of her beauty. 
 
 Val. How efteem’ ft thou me?! account of ber beanty; 
 
 Sp. Younever faw her fince fhe was deform’d, 
 
 Val. How long hath fhe been deform’d? 
 
 Sp. Ever fince youlov’d her. 
 
 ®al, Vhavelov'd her ever fince I faw her, 
 
 And ftillT fee her beautifull, 
 Sp. 1fyou love her,youcannot fee her. 
 Val. Why? ; ' 
 Sp. Becaufe Love is blinde: O that you bad mine 
 eyes,or your owne eyes had the lights they were went 
 to have, when you chid at Sir Prothems , for going un- 
 arter d. 
 
 Val.W hat fhould I fee thth ? 
 
 Sp. Your owne prefent folly , and her paffing defor- 
 mity: for he being in love, could not fee to garter his 
 Hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee toput on your 
 Hofe. 
 
 Val. Belike(Boy)then you are in lone, for laft morning 
 You could not fee to-wipe my fhooes. 
 
 Sp. True fir: I was in love with my bed , I thanke 
 you, you {wing'd me for my leve, which makes ~ Na 
 : er 
 
~~~ eee gee 
 
 bolder to chide you for yours. 
 Val, Inconclufion,| ftand affected to her: 
 Sp. ,l would you were fet , fo your affection would 
 ceate. ‘ 
 Wal. Lafi night fhe enjoyn'd me, 
 To write fome lines to one fhe loves. 
 Sp.’ And have you. 
 Val Lhave. } 
 Sp. Are they not lamely writ ? 
 Val. No (Boy) but as weli as L.can doe them : 
 Peace, here fhe comes. : 
 5p. Oh excelent Motion ; Oh exceeding Puppet: 
 Now will he interpret to her. 
 Val. Madam and Miftris, a thoufand good morrowes. 
 Sp. Oh, give.ye-good-ev’n : heere’sa miilion of man- 
 ners. 
 Sil. Sir Ualevtive,and fervant,to youtwo thoufand. 
 Sil. He fhould give her intereft: and the gives it him. 
 Val. As you injoyn’d me ; I have writ your Letter 
 Voto the fecret,nameleffe friend of yours : 
 Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, 
 Bur for my duty:to your Ladifhip. 
 Sit Ithanke you(gentlefervant)'tis very Clerkly done, 
 Val. Now truft me(Madam)it came hardly off : 
 For being ignorant to whom it goes, 
 I writ ar randon very doubtfully. 
 Si/, Perchance you thinke too much of fo much paines? 
 Val.. No(Madam),fo it feed you,I will write 
 (Pleafe yon command )a thoufand times as much : 
 And yet 
 Sil, Apretty period : well: I gheffethe fequell ; 
 And yet I will not name it : and yet I care not. 
 And yet,take this againe : and yet Ithanke you: 
 Meaning henceforth totronble you no more. 
 Sp. And yet you will : and yet,another yet. 
 Val, What meanes your Ladifhip? 
 Doe you notlike it? 
 Sil. Yes,yes : the lines are very quaintly writ, 
 
 | But (fince unwillingly ) take them againe. 
 
 Nay,take them. 
 Val. Madam,they are for you. 
 Sid. 1,1 : you writ them Sir at my requeft, 
 But I willsione of them : they are for you : 
 1 would have had them writmore movingly : 
 Val. Pleafe you, llc write your Ladithip another. 
 Sil. And when its writ : for my fake reade it over, 
 
 | And ifit pleafe you, fo : ifnor,why fo. 
 
 Val, Vf it pleafe me( Madam? )what then ? 
 Sil. Why if it pleate you,take it for your labour ; 
 And fo goed morrow fervant. Exit. 
 Sp. Ob left unfeene : infcrutible,invifible, 
 Asa nofe ona mans face,or a Wethereocke ona Steeple : 
 My Matter {ues to her : and fhe hath taught her Sutor, 
 He being her Pupill,to become hee Tutor. 
 Ohexcellent devife, was there ever hearda better 2 
 Thatmy Matter being Scribe, 
 To himfelfe thould write the Letter 2 
 Val. How now fir? 
 What are you reafoning withyour felfe 2 
 Sp- Nay,I wasriming : tis you that have thereafon. 
 Val. To doe what ? 
 Sp. Tobe af{pokef-man from Madam Sioa, 
 Val. To whom ? 
 Sp. To your {clfe: why, the woes you by a figure, 
 Val. W hat figure? 
 Spay a Letter,I fhould fay. 
 
 24. ~ Thetwo enlensen of Verona. 
 
 Val, Why the hath not writ to me? 
 
 Sp. Whatneed fhe, wi 
 When the hath made you writeto your felfe 2 
 Why,doe you not perceive the jeft? 
 
 Val, No,beleeve me. } te 
 
 Sp. No beleeving you indeed Sir : i) 
 But did you perceive her earneft ? : 
 
 Vale, She gave me none,exccpt an angry werd. 
 
 Sp. Why the hath given you a Letter. ‘ 
 
 Fal. Thats the Letter I writ to her friend. _ ha 
 
 Sp. And y Letter hath fhe deliver d,and there’san end, 
 
 Val. I would it were now we 
 
 Sp. Ile warrant you tis as well : : . 
 
 For Sion have oe Wel to her: and fhe in modefty, 
 
 Or elfe for want of idle time,could not againe reply, © © 
 Or fearing els (ome mefségersy might her mind difeover 
 Her felfe hath taught her Love himiclfero write unto her 
 
 Ali this I {peake in Prine,for in Print I found tt (Levi 
 Why mufe you fir,tis dinner time. : 
 
 Val. Thave din'd, 
 
 Sp. 1,bac hearken fir : though the Cameleon Love can 
 feed on theayre,l am ene thatam nourifh’d by my vie 
 uals; and wonld faine havemeat : oh-be not like your 
 Miftrefle,be moved,bemovede Exeunt. 
 
 SC oD 
 
 ‘Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter Prothens ,lnlia,Panthien. ie 
 
 bine 
 
 Pro. Hane patience,gentle Julia. 
 Jal. 1 muft where is no remedy, zi 
 Pro. When pofiibly I can,1 will returne. af 
 fut, If you turne not: you will returne the fooner : 
 Keepe this remembrance for thy Jwéia’s fakes 
 Pre, Why then wee'li make exchange ; 
 Here,take you this. 
 dul. And feale the bargaine witha holy kiffe. 
 Pro. Here is my hand, for my true conftancie : 
 And when that houre ore-flips me in the day, ee 
 Wherein J fighnot ( Zwiia ) for thy fake, a 
 Thenext enfuing houre,fome foule mifchance S. 
 Torment me tor my Loves forgetfulneffe ; . 
 My father ftayes my comming : anf{wer not : 
 The Tide is now ; nay,not thy tide of teares, 
 That tide will ftay me longer then j fhould, 
 Julia farewell : what,gone without a word? 
 I, fo true love fhould doe : it cannot { peake, 
 For truth hath better deeds than wordsto grace it. 
 Pas. Sir Protheus you are ftaid for. 
 Pro. Goe,1 come,I come : 
 Alas, this parting {trikes poore Lovers dumbe. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Tertia, 
 
 Enter Lauuce,Panthion, . is 
 Launce. Nay , ‘twill bee this houre ere I havedone } 
 weeping : all the kinde of the Launecs havethis very} | 
 t: T have receiv’d my proportion, like the prodigious gl 
 ne, 
 
 Ne 
 
The two Gentlemen of Verona, 
 
 25 
 
 Sonye,and am going with Sir Prorhens to the Imperialls 
 Court ; Ithinke(raémy dog, be the fowreft natured 
 dogge that lives: My Mother weeping: my Father 
 wayling: my Sifter crying : our Maid howling : our 
 Catte wringing her hands, and allour houfé ina great 
 perplexitie,yet did not this crnell-hearted Curre fhedde 
 one teare : heis af{tone,a very pibble ftone,and has no 
 more pitty in him then a dogge: a Iew would have wept 
 to have feene our parting : why my Grandam having 
 no eyes, looke you, wept her felfe blind at mty parting : 
 nay, He how you the manner of it-This fhooe is my fa- 
 ther: no, this left fhooe is my father ;_ no, no, this left 
 fhooe is my mother : nay, that cannot bee fo neyther : 
 yes; itis{0,itis fo: it hath the worferfole: this fhooe 
 with the holeinit,is my mother: and this my father : 
 a veng’ance on’t, there’tis : Now fir, this ftaffe is my fi- 
 fter: forlooke you, the is as white as alilly , andas 
 {mall asa wand: this hat is 2a» our maid : Tamthe 
 dogge : no, the dogge is himfelfe , and Iam the dogge: 
 oh, the dogge is me, and 1am my felfe: 1; fo, fo: now 
 come I to my Father; Father , your bleiling: now 
 fhould not the thove fpeake a word for weeping : 
 } now fhould I kiffe my Father; well, hee weepes on : 
 Now come I tomy Mother: Oh that the could {peake 
 now, like a would-woman : well; I kiffe her : why 
 there’tis.; heere’s my mothers breath up and downe : 
 Now come I tomy fifter; marke the moane fhe makes : 
 now the dogge allthis while fheds not ateare : nor 
 {peakes a word: butfee how Ilay the duft withmy 
 teares. 
 
 Panth, Launce, away, away : a Boord : thy Maifter is 
 fhip’d, and thou art to poft after with oares ; what’s the 
 } matter? why; weep'{tthou man? away affe, you’ loole 
 the Tide, if you tarry any longer. 
 
 Lawn, It isno mater if the tide were loft,for it is the 
 unkindeft Tide, that ever any man tyde. 
 
 Panth, What’sthe unkindett tide? 
 
 Law. Why, hethat’s tide here ,Crabmy dog, 
 _ Pan:. Tutmant 1 meane thou'itloofe the food, and 
 in loofing the flood, loofe thy voyage, and in loofing thy 
 voyage, loofethy Maifter, andin loofing thy Maitter, 
 loofe thy fervice, and in loofing thy fervice : why 
 doft thou ftop my moath ? 
 
 Laun. For fearethou fhouldtt loofe thy tongue. 
 
 Panth. Where should I loofe my tongue ? 
 
 Laun Inthy Tale. 
 
 Pauth. In thy Taile. 
 
 Laun, Loofe the Tyde, and the voyage, and the Mai- 
 fter, and the Service, and the tide: why man if the River 
 were drie,I am able to fill it with my teares:if the winde 
 were downe, I could drive the boare with my {ighes. 
 
 Panth. Come: come away man, Iwas fenttocall 
 thee. 
 
 Lax. Sir : call me what thou dar’ft. 
 
 Pant. Wilt thou goe. 
 
 Lax. Well, I will goe, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Eater Valentine, Ziluia, Thurio, Speed , Duke, Protheus. 
 Sil. Servant: 
 Val. Miltris . 
 
 Spee. Maifter, Sir Thurio frownes on yous 
 
 Val. I Boy it’s for love. 
 
 Spe. Not of yous 
 
 Val. Of my Miltreffe then. 
 
 Spe. ‘Twere goed you knockt him 
 
 Sil. Servant, you are (ad. 
 
 Val. Indeed, Madam, | feeme fo. 
 
 Thm. Seeme you that you are not ? 
 
 Val. Hap’ly 1 doe: 
 
 Thx. So doe Counterfeyts, 
 
 Vat. So doe you,’ 
 
 Tbs. Whatieeme I that I am not? 
 
 Fal, Wife. 
 
 Thx. What inftance of the contrary ? 
 
 Vat. Your folly. 
 
 Tha. And how quoat you my folly ? 
 
 at. Lquoat it in your Jerken. 
 
 Tha. My lerkin is adoublet. 
 
 Val. Well then, [le double your folly. 
 
 Thu. How? 
 
 Sid, What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? 
 
 CVal.Give him leave,Madam,he is a kind of Camelion. 
 
 The. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud, 
 thenlivein your ayre. 
 
 Val. You havefayd Sir. 
 
 Thx. I Sir, and done too for this time, 
 
 Val. 1 know it well fir,you alwayes end ere you begin. 
 
 Si.A fine volly of words,gentlemé,& quickly fhot offs 
 
 Val. *Tis indeed, Madam, wethanke the giver. 
 
 Si. Whois that Servant? 
 
 Val. Your felfe ({weet Lady ) for you gave the fire, 
 Sir Tharioborrows his wit from your Ladifhips lookes, 
 And fpends what he borrowes kindly in your company, 
 
 Thu. Sir; if you fpend word for word with me, thall 
 make your wit bankrupt. (words, 
 
 Val. I know it well fir: yon havean Exchequer of 
 And I thinke, no other treafure to give ) Gur followers: 
 For it appeares by their bare Liveries 
 That they live by your bare words, 
 
 Sid, No more, gentlemen, no more : 
 
 Here comes my father. 
 
 Duke.Now, daughter Ss/uia, you arc hard befet. 
 
 Sit Valentine, your father 1sin good health, 
 What fay you toa Letter from your friends 
 Of much good newes ? 
 
 Va. My Lord L will be thankefull, 
 
 To any meffenger from thence. alte 
 
 Duke. Know you Don eAntonio, your Countriman? 
 
 Vas I, wy good Lord, I know the Gentleman 
 To be of worth, and worthy eftimation, 
 
 And not without defert fo well reputed. 
 
 D #k, Hath he nota Sonne? 
 
 Ua. I my good Lord, a Sdn; that well déferves 
 The honour, and regard of {uch a father. 
 
 Dak, You know him well ? 
 
 Va. 1 knew him asmy felfe : for from our Infancie 
 We have converit, and fpent our houres together, 
 And though my felfe have beene an idle Trewant; 
 Omitting the {wet benefit of time 
 To éloathé mine age with Angel-like perfection: 
 
 Yet hath Sir Protheus:( for that’s his name ) 
 
 Made ufe, andfaireadvantage of his dayes : 
 
 His yeares but yong, but his experience old : 
 
 His head unmellowed, but his ludgement ripe ; 
 
 And in aword ( for far behinde his worth 
 
 Comes all the praifes thar I now beftow-) 
 Cc 
 
SSS 
 
 T he two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 Heis compleatin feature,and in minde, 
 
 With all good grace, tograce a Gentleman. 4 
 Duk: Befhrew me fir, but if he make this g00 
 
 He is as worthy for an Empreffe love, 
 
 As meet to bean Emperors Councellor + 
 
 Well, Sir; this gentleman is come tome 
 
 With Commendation from great Petentates, 
 
 And here he meanes to fpend his time a while, 
 
 Ithinke’tis no welcome newes to you. 
 Val. Should | have with’d athing, it had beene he. 
 Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth: 
 
 Silvia, I {peaketo you, and you Sir 7’ hurio, 
 
 For Uatentine, Ineed not cite him toit, 
 
 I will fend him hither toyou prefently- #24 
 Va. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladifhip 
 
 Hadcome along with me, but that his Miftrefle 
 
 Did hold his eyes, lockt in her Criftall lookes- 
 
 Sile Be-like that now fhe hath enfranchis'’d them 
 
 Vpon fome other pawne for fealty. 
 Va. Nay fure,1 thinke fhe holds them prifoners ftill. 
 Sil. Nay then he fhouldbe blind, and being blind 
 
 How could he fee his way to feeke out you? ; 
 
 Va. Why Lady, Love hath twenty paire of eyes. 
 The. They fay that love hath not an eye at all. 
 Va, To fee {uch Lovers, Tharia, as your felfe, 
 
 Vpona homely object love can winke. Enter. 
 Sil. Have done,have done:here comes the gentleman. 
 Va. Welcome, deere Prothens : Miftris, I befeech you 
 
 Confizme this welcome, with fome fpeciall favour, 
 
 Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, 
 
 Ifthis be he you oft have wifh‘d to heare from. 
 
 Val. Miftris, it is : fweet Lady, entertainehim 
 
 To be my fellow-fervant to your Ladifhip. 
 
 Sif. Too low a Miftris for fo high a fervant. 
 Pro. Not fo,fweet Lady,but too,meane a {ervant, 
 
 To havea looke of facha worthy Miftris. 
 
 Va. Leave off difcourfe of difabilitie : 
 Sweet Lady,entertaine him for your fervant: 
 Pro. My datie will I beait of, nothing elfe. 
 Si. And dutienever yet did want his meed. 
 Servant , you are welcome to a worthlefle Miftris. 
 Pro, Ie dye on him that faies fo but your felfe. 
 Sil. That youare welcome ? 
 ‘Pro. That you are worthlefle. (yon: 
 Thar.Madam,my Lord your father would {peak with 
 S#. I wait upon his pleafure : Come Sir Thurio, 
 
 Goe with me : once more, new fervant welcome; 
 
 Tle leave you to confer of home affaires, 
 
 When you have done, welooketo heare from you. 
 Pro. Weel bothattend upon your Ladithip. 
 
 Val. Now tell me how do al from whence you came? 
 Pro. Your frends are wel,& have thé much c6mended. 
 Va. And how doe yours ? 
 Pro. Left themallin health. 
 Va. How does your Lady? & how thrives your love? 
 Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you, 
 I know you joy not ina Love-difcourfe. 
 Val. I Protheus but that life is alter’d now, 
 I have done pennance for contemning Love, 
 Whofe high emperious thoughts have punifli’d me 
 With bitter fafts, with penitentiall grones, 
 With nightly teares, and daily heart-fore fighes, 
 For in revenge of my contempt of love, 
 “ Love hathchac'd fleepe from my enthralled eyes, 
 
 And made them watchers of mine owne heartsforrow. 
 
 O gentle Prothens,Love sa mightie Lord, 
 
 And hath fo humbled me, as! confeffe 
 There is no woe to his correction, 
 Nor to his fervice, nofirch joy on earth: 
 Now, no difcourfe, except it be of love : 
 Now can I breake my faft, dine, fup, and fleepe, 
 Vpon the very naked name of love. _ 
 Pro. Enough; I read your fortune 1n your eyes 
 Was this the Idoll, that you worthipfoe 
 Va. Even She;andis fhe nota heavenly Saint? 
 Pro. No; But fhe is an earthly Paragon. 
 Va. Tall her divines 
 Pro. Iwill not flatter her. : 
 Va. O flatter me ; for Love delights in praife. 
 Pro. When was ficke, you gave me bitter pils, 
 And I muft minifter the like to you-. ee. 
 Wal. Then fpeake the truth by her, if not divine, 
 Yet et her be a principalitie, 
 Soveraigne to allthe Creatures on the earth. 
 Pro. Except my Miftreffe. 
 Val. Sweet ; except notany, 
 Except thou wilt except againft my Love. 
 Pro. Have I not reafon to prefer mine owne? 
 Va. And I will helpe thee to prefer her to ; 
 Shee fhall be dignified with this high honour, 
 To beare my Ladies traine, leaft the bafe earth 
 Should from her vefture chance to ftealea kiffe, 
 And of fo great a favor growing proud, 
 Difdaine to roote the Sommer-{welling flowre, 
 And makerough Winter everlaftingly. 
 Pro, Why Valentine, what Bragadifme is this ? 
 Va. Pardon me (Protheus) all 1 canis nothing, 
 To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing; 
 Shee is alone. 
 Pro. Then let her alone. 
 Va. Not for the world : why man, fheis mine owne, 
 And Ias rich in having fucha Iewell 
 As twenty Seas, if all their fand were pearle, 
 The water, Nectarand the Rocke pure gold. 
 Forgive me, that I doe not dreame on thee, 
 Becaufe thou feeft me doate upon my love : 
 My foolith Rival] that her father likes 
 (Gnely for his poffeffions are fo huge) 
 Is gone with her along, and I muftafter, 
 For Love (thou know’ft) is full of jealonfies 
 Pro, But fhe loves you? (howre, 
 Va, I, and weare betroathd : nay more, our mariage 
 With all the cunning manner of our flight 
 Determin’d of : how I muft climbe her window, 
 The Ladder made of Cords, and allthe means 
 Plotted, and’greed on for my happineffe. 
 Good Prothens goe with me to my chamber, 
 In thefe affaires to aid me with thy counfaile. 
 Pro.. Goe on before : I fhall enquire you forth: 
 I mutt unto the Road, to dif-embarque 
 Some neceffaries; that I needs mutt nfe, 
 And then Ile prefently attend yous 
 Va. Will you make hatte? 
 Pro. Iwill. 
 Even as one heate, another heate expels, 
 Or as one nayle by ftrength drives out another : 
 So the remembrance of my former Love 
 Is by anewer object quite forgotten, 
 Is it mine then, or Valentineans praife? 
 Her true perfection, or my falfe tranfgreffion ? 
 That makes me reafonlefle, to reafon thus? 
 Shee is faire : and fo is Zvlia that I love, 
 
T hetwo Gentlemen of Verona, 
 
 (That I did love, for now my love is thaw’d, 
 | Which likea waxen Image ’gainft a fire 
 Beares noimpreilion of the thing it was.) 
 Me thiakes my zeale to Valentine is cold, 
 | And that I love him not as I was wont : 
 
 F O, but love his Lady too-too much. 
 | And that’s the reafon I love him {0 little. 
 How hall I doate on her with more aduice, 
 Thatthus without advice begin to love her ? 
 ‘Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, 
 And that hath dazel’d fo my reafons light: 
 . But when I looke on her perfections, 
 There is no reafon, but I fhall be blinde, 
 If I can checke my erring love, I will, 
 If not,to compafie her Ie ufe my skill. 
 Exit. 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter Speed and Lannce. 
 
 Speed. Launce,by mine honefty welcome to Padua. 
 
 Lawn. For{weare not thy felfe, fweet youth, for lam 
 not welcome. I reckon this alwaies, that aman is never 
 undon till he behang’d, nornever welcome toa place, 
 till fome certaine fhotbe paid,and the Hoftefle fay wel- 
 come. 
 Speed. Come-on you mad-cap : Ileto the Ale-houfe 
 with you prefently ; where, for one fhor of five pence, 
 thou fhalt have five rhoufand welcomes: But firha,zhow 
 did thy Mafter part with Madam dulia? 
 
 Las. Marry after they cloas'd in earneft, they parted 
 very fairely in jeft. 
 
 Spee. But fhall fhe marry him ? 
 
 Lau. No. 
 
 Spee. How then ? fhall he marry her? 
 
 Lan. No, neyther- 
 
 Spse. What,are they broken? 
 
 Lau. No; they are both as whole as a fith. 
 
 Spee. Why then, how ftands the matter with them? 
 
 Law. Marry thus, whey itftands well with him, it 
 ftands well with her. 
 
 Spee. Whatan affe art thou, I underitand thee not. 
 
 Lan. W hat ablocke art thou, that thou canft not? 
 My ftaffe underftands me. 
 
 Spee.What thou fayft? 
 
 Lax. I,and whatl do too: looke thee; Ile but leane, 
 and my ftaffe underftands me. 
 
 It ftands under thee indeed. 
 
 Law. Why, ftand-under : and underftand is all one. 
 
 Spee- But tell me truce, wil’t bea match ? 
 
 Lau. Aske my dogge, ifhefay-I, it will : if hee fay 
 no, it will: if he fhake his taile and fay nothing , it 
 will. 
 
 Spee. The conciufion is then, that it will. 
 
 Lan. Thou thalt never getfuch a fecret from me,but by 
 a parable; 
 
 Spee. ’Tis well that I get it fo : but Launce, how faift 
 
 | thou that my matter is becomea notable Lover? 
 
 Lau. Lnever knew him otherwife. 
 
 Spee. Then how? . 
 
 Last. Anotable Lubber : as thou reporteft him to 
 
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 Spee. Why, thon whorfon Affe, thou miftak’ft me. 
 Lan. Why Foole, Imeant not thee, I meant thy 
 Matter, E 
 
 Spee. Itell thee, my mafter,is become a hot Lover: 
 Lau. Why, I tell thee,I care not, though hee burne | 
 himfelfe in Love. If thon wilt goe with me to the Ale- | 
 houfe,{o,if not,thow art an Hebrew, Tew, and not worth | 
 the name of a Chriftian. 
 Spee. Why? | 
 Lax. Becaufe thou haft not fo much charity in theeas | 
 to goe to the Ale with a Chrittian : Wilt thou goe? 
 Spee. At thy fervice. | 
 Exennt. 
 
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 Scena Sexta. 
 
 2 eae 
 Enter Prothens folus. 
 
 Fre. To leavemy Inia ; fhall Ibe forfworne? 
 To love faire Sifvia; fhall I be forfworne ? 
 To wrong my friend, I fhall be much forfworne. 
 And ev’n that Powre which gave me firft my oath 
 Provokes me to this three-fold perjurie. 
 Love bad me {weare, and Love bids me for-{weare ; 
 Oo {weet-fuggefting Love, if thou haft finn’d, 
 Teach me (thy tempted {ubject) to excufe it. 
 At firlt I did adore a twinkling Starre, 
 But now I worfhip a celeftiall Sunne : 
 Vn-heedfull vowes may heedfully be broken, 
 And he wants wit, that wants refolved will, 
 To learne his wit, t’exchange the bad for better ; 
 Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad, 
 Whotefoveraignty fo oft thou haft preferd, 
 With twenty thoufand foule-confirming oathes. 
 I cannot leave to love, and yet I doe : 
 But there I leave to love, where I fhould love. 
 futsal loofe,and Valentine I loofe, 
 If 1 keepe them, I needs mutt loofe my felfe : 
 If I loote them, thus finde I but their loffe; 
 For Valentine, my felfe : for Iulia, Silvia: 
 1 to my felfeam deerer thena friend, 
 For Love is ftill moft precious in it felfe, 
 And Silvia (witneffe heaven that made her faire) 
 Shewes /w#/sa but a {warthy Ethiope. 
 I will forgetthat Ju/ia is alive, 
 Remembring that my love to her is dead. 
 And Valentine Ie hold an Enemie, 
 Ayming at Silvia asa {weeter friend. 
 I cannot now prove contftant to my felfe, 
 Without fome trechery us’d to Valentines 
 Thisnight he meaneth with a Corded-ladder 
 To climbe celeftiall Si/via’s chamber window, 
 Myfelfe in counfaile his competitor. 
 Now prefently Ile give her tather notice 
 Of their difguifing and pretended flight; 
 Who (allinrag’d ) will banith Valentine ; 
 For Toario he intends fhall wed his daughter, 
 But Valentine being gone, Ile quickly croffe 
 By fome flie tricke, blunt Thario's dull proceeding. 
 Love lend me wings,to make my purpofe fwikt, 
 As thou hatt lent me wit to plot his drift. 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Scena 
 
 Haan eg 
 
Scena feptima. 
 
 Enter Iulia and Lucetta. 
 Int, Counfaile, Lacetta, gentle girle alfift me; 
 Andev’n in kinde love, I doe conjure thee, 
 Whoart the Table wherein all my thoughts 
 Are vifibly Character’d,and engrav-d, 
 To lcflon me, and tell me fome good meane 
 How with my honour I may undertake 
 A journey to my loving Prosheus. 
 iu. Alas,the way is wearifome and long. 
 Jnl. A true-devoted Pilgrime is not weary 
 To meafire Kingdoms with hisfecble fteps, 
 Much leffe fhall fhe that hath Loves wings to flie; 
 And whenthe flight is made to one fo deere, 
 Of fach divine perfection as Sir. Prothens. 
 . Inc. Better forbeare ,till Prothess make returne- , 
 inl. Oh, know’ tt ¥ not,his looks are my foules food! 
 Pitty the dearth that I have pined in, 
 By longing for that food fo longa time, 
 Didft thou but know the inly touch of Love, 
 Thou wouldft as foone goe kindle fire with fhow 
 As feeke to quench the fire of Love with werds. 
 Ls. I doe not feeke to. quench your Loves hot fire, 
 But qualifie the fires extreame rage, 
 Leaft it fhould burne abovethe bounds of reafon. 
 Ini, The more thou dam’ft it up,the more it burnes: 
 The Current that with gentle murmure glides 
 (Thou know’ft) being {top’d, impatiently doth rages 
 But when his faire courfe is not hindered, 
 He makes {weet muficke with th’enameld ftones, 
 Giving a-gentle kiffe toevery fedge 
 He over-taketh in his pilgrimage. : 
 And fo by many. winding nookes he ftraies 
 With willing {port tothe wilde Oceane 
 Then et me goe, and hinder not my courfe : 
 Ile be as patient as a gentle ftreame, 
 And make a paftime of each weary ftep, 
 Till the latt {tep have brought me to my Love, 
 And there ile reft, as after much turmoile 
 A blefled foule doth in E4xinm. 
 Lac. But in what habit will you goealong ? 
 4#. Not like a woman, for [would prevent 
 Theloofe encounters of lafcivious men : 
 Gentle Lucetta, fit me with {uch weedes 
 As may befeemeé fome well reputed Page. 
 Lac. Why then your Ladifhip muftcut your haire. 
 I#l. No girle, ile knit it up in filken ftrings, 
 With twentieod-conceited true-loye knots : 
 To be fantantaftique, may become-a youth 
 Of greater time then I {hall {hew to be. (ches? 
 ® Lac. What fafhion (Madam) fhall I make your bree- 
 Tui. That fits as well,as tell me(good my Lord) 
 What compaffe will you weare your Farthingale ? 
 Why ev’n what fathion thou bet likes (Lucetta. ) 
 Lac.Youmutt needs have them with acod-peece(Ma- 
 Jul. Out, out, (Lacetea) that wilbeillfavord. (dam 
 Luc. Around hofe (Madam) now’s not worth a pin 
 Valeffe you have a cod-peece to {tick pins on. 
 Tul. Lucetta,as thou lev ft melet me have 
 Whatthon think’ft meet, and is moft mannerly, 
 But tellme(wench) how will the world repute me 
 For undertaking fo unftaida journey? 
 
 ~ Phetwo Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 I feareme it will make me {candaliz’d. 
 
 Luc. If you thinke fo,then {tay at home and go not, i 
 
 Int, Nay, that I will not. 
 Luc. Then never dreame on Infamy; but go: 
 
 If Protheus like your journey when you come; 
 
 No matter who’s difpleas'd when youare gone: 
 
 I feare me he will {carce be pleas’d withall. 
 
 Jnl. That is the leaft (Lasetta) of my feare + 
 
 A thoufand oathes, an Ocean of his teares 
 
 And inftances as infinite of Love, 
 
 Warrant me welcome to my Prothens. 
 
 Luc. All thefe arefervantsto deceitfull men. 
 Jnl. Bafe men, that ufe them to fobafe eftect ; 
 
 But truer ftarres did governe Prothexs birth, 
 
 His words are bonds, his oathes are oracles; 
 
 His love fincere,his thoughts immaculate, 
 
 His teares, pure meffengers, fent from his heart, 
 
 His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. 
 Lwc.pray heav’n he prove fo when you come to him. 
 Jul. Now, as thou lov’ft me,do him not that wrong, 
 
 To beare a hard opinion of his truth : 
 
 Onely deferve my love, by loving him, 
 
 And prefently goe with meto my chamber 
 
 Totakea note of what I itand in need of, 
 
 To furnifh me upon my longing journey 
 
 All that is mine I leave atthy difpofe, 
 
 My goods,my Lands, my reputation, 
 
 Onely in lieu thereof, difpatch me hence: 
 
 Come; an{weare not : but toit prefently, 
 
 I am impatient of my tarriance. 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 Aétus T ertius, ScenaPrima. 
 
 Enter Duke, T hurio, Prothens, Valentine, 
 Launce Speed. 
 
 Duk, Sir Thario, cive us leave ( I pray) a while, 
 We have fome fecrets to confer about. 
 Now tell me Protheus, what's your will with me? 
 
 Pro My gracious Lord, that which I would difcover, } 
 The Law of friendthip bids me to conceale, ; 
 But when I callto minde your gracious favours 
 Done to me( undeferving asas I am) | 
 My dutie pricks me on to utter that 
 
 Which elfe no worldly good 
 
 taly g00d fhould draw from me? 
 Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine m y friend 
 This night intendsto freale away your daughter : 
 
 My felfe am one made priuy tothe plot. 
 
 iknow you have determin'd to beftow her 
 On Thurso, whom your gentle daughter hates; 
 And fhould fhe thus be ftolne away from you : 
 It would be much vexation to your age. i 
 Thus (for my duties fake) I rather chofe 
 To croffemy friend in his intended drift 
 Then (by concealing it) heap on your head 
 A pack of forrowes, which wouid prefle you downe 
 (Being unprevented ) to vour timeleffe grave. 
 Duk. Prothens,1 thankethee for thine honeft care 
 
 Which to requite, command me while I live. : 
 This love of theirs, my felfehave oftenfeene, . 
 ‘Haply when they haveiudg’d me fait afleepe ts 
 And oftentimes have purpos'd toforbid — ” 
 
Sir Valentine her company, and my Court. 
 But tearing left my jealous ayme might erre, 
 And fo (unworthily) difgrace the man 
 
 4 (Arathneffe that I ever yet have fhun’d) 
 Igave him gentle lookes, thereby to finde 
 That which thy felfe haft now difclos’d to me. 
 And thoumailt perceive my feare of this, 
 Knowing that tender youth is foone fuggelted, 
 I nightly todge ber in'an upper Towre, 
 
 The key whereof, my felfe have ever kept : 
 Andthence fhe cannot be conyay’d away. 
 
 Pro. Know (noble Lord) they have devis’da meane 
 
 How he her chamber-window will afcend, 
 
 And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe: 
 
 For which, the youthfull Lover now is gone, 
 
 And this way comes he with it prefently. 
 
 W here (if it pleafe you) you may intercept him.’ « 
 But (good my Lord) dée it fo cunningly 
 
 Thatmy difcovery be notaimed at: 
 
 For, love of you, not hate unto my friend, 
 
 Hath made me publifher of this pretence. : 
 
 Dake. Vpon mine honour, he fhall never know 
 That I had any light from thee of this. 
 
 Pre. Adiew,my Lord,Sir Valintine is comming. Enter. 
 
 Duk. Sir Valentsne, whither away fo fait ? 
 
 Va. Pleafe it your Grace, there isa Meflenger 
 That ftayes to beare my Letters to my friends, 
 And I am going to deliver them. 
 
 ‘Duk. Be they of much import ? 
 
 Wat. The tenure of them doth but fignific 
 My health, and happy being at your Coutt. 
 
 Duk, Nay then no matter: ftay with mea while, 
 I am to breake with thee of fome affaires 
 That touch me neere: wherein thou mutt be fecret. 
 *Tis not unknowne to thee, that I have fought 
 To.match my friend Sir Tharie, to my daughter. 
 
 Val, 1 know it well (my Lord( and fure the Match 
 Were richand honourable: betides, the gentleman 
 Is full of Vertue, Bounty, Worth, and Qualities 
 Bef{ceming tach a Wife, as your faire daughter : 
 Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him ? 
 
 Duk, No, truft me, Sheis peevith,fullen,froward, 
 Proud, difobedient, ftubborne, lacking duty, 
 Neyther regardigg that the is my childe, 
 
 Nor fearing me, as if I were her father : 
 
 And may I fay tothee, this pride of hers 
 
 (Vpon advice) hath drawne my love from her, 
 And where I thought the remnant of mine age 
 Should have'beene cherifh’d by her child-like dutie, 
 I now am full refolv'd to take a wife, 
 
 And turne her out to who will take her in: 
 
 Then let her beautie be her wedding dowre : 
 
 For me, and my poffeflions fhe efteemes not. 
 
 Val. What would your Grace have me to do inthis? 
 
 Dake. There is a Lady in Verona heere 
 Whom I affect : but the is nice, and coy, 
 
 And nought efteemes my aged eloquence. 
 Now therefore would I have thee temy Tutor 
 (For long agone [ have forgot to court, 
 Befides the fafhion of thetime is chang’d) 
 How, and which way I may beftow my felfe 
 To be regarded in her (rei eye. 
 
 Va. Winher with gifts, if fherefpec not words, 
 Dumbe lewelsoften in their filent kinde 
 More then quicke words, doe move a womans minde. 
 . Duk; But the did {cornea prefent that I fent her, 
 
 T betwo Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
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 Val. A woman fometime {corns what beft cotents her. 
 Send her another : never give her ore, 
 Fos {corne at firft makes after-love the more: 
 If fhe doe frowne,’tis not in hate of you, 
 But rather to beget more love inyou. 
 If the doe chide, ’its not to have you gone, 
 For why, the fooles are mad, if left alone. 
 Take nv repulfe, what ever the doth fay; 
 For, get yougon, fhe doth not meane away. 
 Flatter, and prayfe,commend, extoll their graces : 
 Though nere fo blacke, fay they have Angels faces, 
 That man that hath a tongue, I fay is no man, 
 If this his tongue he cannot win a woman. 
 Deak, But fhe I meane, is promis’d by her friends 
 Vnto a youthfull gentleman of worth, 
 And kept teverely from refort of men, 
 That no man hath acceffe by day to her. 
 Val. Why then I would reforttoher by night. 
 Duk, I, but the doores be lockt; and keyes kept fafe, 
 That no man hath recourfe to her by ‘night. 
 Pat. What lets butone may enter at her wihdow? 
 Dwk, Her chamber is aloft, far fromthe ground, 
 And built fo fhelving, that one cannot clitbe it 
 Without apparant hazard of his hfe: 
 Val. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords 
 Tocalt up, witha paire of anchoring hookes, 
 Would ferve to {cale another Hero’stowre, 
 So bold Leander would adventure it. 
 Dak, Now asthouart a gentleman of blood 
 advife me, where I may have fuch'a Ladder. 
 Vai. When would you ufe it? pray fir, telt me thar, 
 Duk; This very night; for Love is like a childe ° 
 That longs for every thing that he can come by. 
 Val. By feaven a clock, ile get you fuch a Ladder. 
 Dek. But harke thee =I will goe to her alone, 
 How thall I beft convey the Ladder thither? 
 ~Ual. lt willbe light (my Lord) that you may beare it 
 Vnder a clocke, that is of any length. 
 Duk, A cloake as long as thine will ferve the turne? 
 Val. I my good Lord. 
 Dak, Thenlet me fee thy cloake, 
 Ile get me one of fuch another length. 
 Val. Why any cloake will ferve the tiitn {my Lord) 
 Duk, How thall I fafhion me to weare’a cloake? 
 I pray thee let me feéle thy cloake upon’ me. 
 What Letter is this fame? what’s here? to Sifvia ? 
 And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding, 
 Ile be foboid to breake the feale for once. 
 
 My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, 
 And flaves they are vo nae, that fend them flying. 
 Oh, contd their Mafter come, and goe as lights, 
 Himfelfe would lodge, where (fenceles) they are hing, 
 My Herald Thoughts, in thy pure bofome ref?-tkem, 
 While i( their King) that thither them imsportune 
 Doe curfe the grace that with fuch grace karh bleft thems, 
 Becaufe my felfe doe want my fervants fortune. 
 
 I curfemy felfe, for they are fen: by me, 
 
 That they foould harbour where their Lord world be. 
 
 What's here ? Silvia, this night I will infranchife thee. 
 
 Tis fo : and heere’s the Ladder fot the purpofe. 
 
 Why Phaeton (far thouart A4erops fonne) 
 
 Wilt thou afpire to guide the heavenly Car? 
 
 And with thy daring folly burne the world? 
 
 Wilt thou reach ftars, becaufethey fhine on thee? 
 € 3 Goe-} 
 
The two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 Goe bale Intruder, over-weening Slave, 
 Beftow thy fawning {miles on equall mates, 
 And thinke my patience, (more then thy defert) 
 Is priviledge for thy departure hence. 
 Thanke me for this, more then for all the favors 
 Which (all too-much) I have beftowed on thees 
 Butif thou linger in my Territories 
 Longer then {wifteft expedition 
 Will give thee time to leave our royall Court; 
 By heaven, my wrath fhall farre exceed the love 
 Tever bore my daughter, or thy felfe. 
 Be gone, I will not heare thy vaine excufe, 
 Butas thou lov’ft thy life, make {peed from hence. E.xsrs 
 Val. And why not death, rather then living torment? 
 To die, is to be banifht from my felfe, 
 And Silvia is my felfe : banifh’d from her 
 Is felfe from felfe. A deadly banifhment : 
 What light, is light, if Silvia be not {eene ? 
 What joy is joy, if Sifvia be not by ? 
 Vnlefle it be to thinke that fhe is by 
 And feed tipon the fhaddow of perfection. 
 Except I be by Si/viain the night, 
 There is no mufike in the nightingale. 
 Vnlefle I looke on Ssivia in the day, 
 | Thereis no day for me tolooke upons 
 She is my effence, and I leave to be ; 
 Ifdbe not by her faire influence 
 j Fofter’d, illumin’d, cherifh’d, kept alive. 
 I flie not death, to flie his deadly doome, 
 Tarry I heere, I but attend on death, 
 But flie Lhence,I flic away from life.cuter Pro.and Lawns. 
 Pro. Run (boy) run,run,and feeke him out. 
 Law. Soa-hough, Soa hough ———* 
 Pro, What feeltthou ? 
 Lax. Him we goe to finde, 
 There's not.a haire on’s head, but Pisa Valenpite. 
 Pro. Valentine 2 
 Ua. Noe 
 Pro. Whothen? his Spirit? 
 Va. Neither, 
 Fro. What then? 
 Va. nothing. 
 Las. Cannothing {peake? Matter, fhall I trike? 
 Pro, Whom wouldtt thon ftrike ? 
 Lan. Nothing. 
 Pro, Villaine, forbeare. 
 Lan. Why Sir, le ftrike nothing : I pray you. 
 Fro. Sirha,I {ay forbeare ? friend Valentine,a word. 
 Ua. My eares are ftopt,& cannot heare good newes, 
 So much of bad already hath pofleft them, 
 Pro: Thenin dumbe filence will 1 bury mine; 
 For they are harth, un-tuneable,and bad. 
 Va. Is Silvia dead? 
 Pro. No, Falentine, 
 Va. No Valentine indeed, for {acred Silvia, 
 Hath fhe forfworne me? 
 Pro. No,Valentine. 
 Va. No Valentine, if Silvia have forfworne me. 
 What is your newes ? 
 Law.Sir,there is a proclamation,that you are wanifhed, 
 Pro. That thou A banifh’d.: oh shav’s the treme 
 From hence, from Silvia, andfrom me thy friend. ” 
 ¥a. Oh, T have fed upon this woe already, 
 And now exceffe of it will make me fj urfet. 
 Doth Sétvia know that Y am:banith'd > 
 Pro. I,1:and the hath offered tothe doome 
 
 ( Which un-reverft ftands in effectual force ) 
 ASca of melting pearle, which fome call tearess 
 Thofe at her fathers churlith feete fhe tenderd, 
 With them upon her knees; her humble felfe, 
 Wringing her hands, whofe whitenefle {0 became them, 
 As if but now they waxed pale for woe : 
 But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, 
 Sad fighes, deepe grones, nor filver-fhedding teares 
 Could penetrate her uncompaffionate Sire ; 
 But Valentine, if he be tane, mutt die. 
 Befides, her interceffion chaf’d him fo, 
 When the for thy repeale was fuppliant, 
 That to clofe priton he commaunded her; 
 With many bitter threates of biding there. . 
 Va. No more: unles the next word that thou {peak’ft 
 Have fome maligant power upon my life ; 
 If fo : 1 pray thee breathe it in mine eare, 
 As ending Antheme of my endleffe dolor. 
 Pro. Ceate to lament for that thou canft not helpe, 
 And ftudy helpe for that which thou lament’tt, 
 Time is the Nurfe, and breeder of all good ; 
 Here, if thou ftay, thou canft not fee thy love : 
 Befides,thy ftaying will abridge thy life: . 
 Hope isa lovers ttaffe, walke hence withthat 
 And mannage it, again{t defpairing thoughts : 
 Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence, 
 Which, being writ to me; thall be deliver’d 
 Even in the milke-white bofome of thy loves 
 The time now ferves net toexpotftulate, 
 Come, Ile convey thee through the City-gate. 
 And cre I part with thee,conter at large 
 Of all that may concerne thy love affaires : : 
 As thou lov’{t Silvia ( though not for thy felfe) 
 Regard thy danger, andalong with-me. 
 Ya. Ipray thee Lanne, and if thou feeft my Boy 
 Bid him make hafte, and meet meat the North-gates 
 Pro. Goce firha, finde him out : Come Vasentsne. 
 Va. Oh my deere Silvia; hapleffe Valentsne, Bxennt. 
 Launce. Lam buta foole, looke you , and yet I have 
 
 | the wit tothinke my Mafteris.a kinde of a knave: but 
 that’s all one, if he bebut one knave: He lives not now 
 
 that knowes meétobe in love » yet] amin love, buta 
 Teeme of horfe fhall not plucke that from me: nor who 
 tls love : and yer’tis a woman ; but what woman, I | 
 will not tell my felfe : and yet tisa Milkemaid : yet ‘tis 
 notamaid : for the hath had Goffips : yer’tis amaid, 
 or fheis hér Mafters maid,and ferves for wages. Shee 
 hath more qualities then-a Water-Spaniell, which is 
 much in a bare Chriftian: Heere is the Cate-log ofher 
 Condition, Inprim#, Shee can fetch and carry: why 
 a horfe can doe no more 3 nay, a horfe cannot fetch, but 
 onely carry., therefore is fhe better then alade, /tem. 
 She can milke, looke you, afweet vertue in a maid with 
 cleane hands. Enter Speed. 
 Speed. How now Signior Lawnge? what newes with 
 your Matterfhip » 
 La. With my Mafterfhip? why, itis at Sea : 
 Sp. Well,your old vice ftill: miftake theword: what 
 hewes then in your paper ? 
 La. The black’it newes that ever thou heard’ft 
 Sp» Why man? how blacke > 
 La. Why,as blackeas Inke. 
 > 9 me read them ? 
 4. Fie On thee lolt-head, thoy ca . 
 Sp- Thoulyeft:Ican, ee 
 La. I willtry thee: tell me this: who begot thee ? 
 
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 : i oer the fon of my Grand-father. Sp- And more faults then haires. 
 
 La. Ohilliterate loyterer ; it was the fonne ofthy La. That's monftrous: oh thatthat were outs 
 Grand-mother : this proves that thou canft not read. Sp. And more wealth then faults, 
 
 Sp» Come foole, come:try me in thy paper- La, Why that word makes the faults gracious 
 
 La. There sand S. Nicolas be thy ipeed. Well, ilehave her: andifit be amatch, as nothing is 
 
 Sp. Inprimis fhe can milke. impoffible, 
 
 La, I that fhe ean. Sp- What then? 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe brewesgood Ale. Ds La. Why then, will I tell thee, thatthy Matter ftayes 
 La. And thereof comesthe proverbe: (Béeffing of | for thee at the North-gate. 
 your heart, yott brew good Ale.) Sp. For me? 
 
 5p. Item, fhecan fowe. La. For thee? I, who art thou?he hath ftaid for a bet- 
 
 La. That’sas muchas to fay (an fhe fe) ter man then thee. 
 
 Sp. Item fhe can knit. Sp- And muftI goeto hime 
 
 La. What neede a mancare for a ftock witha wench, La. Thou muft runto him;for thou haft ftaid fo long 
 4 When the can knit hima ftocke ? that going will{carce ferve the turne. 
 
 Sp. Item,fhe can wath and fcoure- Sp. Why didit not tellme fooner? ’pox of your love 
 
 La. A ‘peciall vertue s for then the needé notto be | Letters. . 
 wath’dand fcowr’d. La. Now will he be fwing’d for reading. my Letter; 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe can fpin. Anunmannerly flave ; that will thruft himfelte into fe- 
 
 La. Then may | fet the world on wheeles, when fhe | crets:lle after,to rejoyce in the boyes correction. Exenns. 
 can {pin for her living. : 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe hath many nameleffe vertues. 
 
 La. That's as much asto fay Baftard-vertues;that 
 | indeede know nottheir fathers , and therefore have no. 
 namese 
 
 Sp. Here followes herwyices. ’ 
 
 La. Clofe at the heeles of her vertues: Enter Duke, Thurio, Prothens. 
 
 Sp. Item, fheis not toi bee fafting in refpect of her 
 1 breath. A te Ds. Sir T burio, feare not, but that fhe will love you 
 La. Welljthat fault maybe mended with a breakfaft: | Now Valentine is banith‘d from her fight. 
 read on. Th. Since his exile fhe hath defpis’d me moft, 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe hath afweet mouth. Forf{worne my company, and rail’d at me, 
 
 La. That makes amends for her fowrebreath. That I am detperate of obtaining her. 
 
 Spe Item, fhe doth talke in her fleepe. Du, This weakeimprefie of love, is asa figure 
 
 la. It’sno matter for that; fo fhe fleepe not in-her | Trenched in ice, which with an houres heate 
 talke. Diffolvesto wa:er,and-doth keete his forme. 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe is flow in words. A litle time will melt her frozen thoughts, 
 
 La. Oh villanie, that fet downe among her vices; And worthleffe Valentine fhall be forgot- 
 
 To be flow in wordsis a womans onely vertue ; How now Sir Protheus, is your coantriman 
 I pray thee out with’t, and place it for her chiefe vertue. | (According to our Proclamation) goné 
 
 Sp. Item, the is proud. Pro. Gon, my good Lord. 
 
 La. Out with that too: Dz. My daughter takes his going heavily ? 
 
 It was Eves legacie, and cannot betane from her; Pro. A litetle time (my Lord ) will killthat griefe. 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe bath noteeth, Dx. So I beleeve : but Téariothinkes not fo : 
 
 La. I care not for that neither,becaufe I love crufts. Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe is curt. (For thou haft {howne fome figue of good defert) 
 
 La. Well : the beft is fhe hath no teeth to bite Makes me the better to confer with thee. 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe will often praife her liquor. Pro. Longer then I prove royall to your Grace, 
 
 La. If her liquor be good; fhe fhall: if fhe will not, 1 | Let me not live, to looke upon you Grace. 
 will; for good things fhould be prayfed. Dx. Thou know ft how willingly, I would effect 
 
 Sp. Item, fhe is too liberal. The match betweene fir 7 bario, and my daughter ? 
 
 La. Of her tonguc fhe cannot ; forthat’s writ downe Pro. I doe my Lord. 
 fhe is flow of: of her purfe, the fhall not, forthavile | Dx. And alfo Idoe thinke, thou art not ignorant 
 keepe fhut : Now, of another thing fhemay, andthat } How the oppofes her againft my will? 
 
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 cannot I hele. Well, proceede. Pro. She did my Lord, when Valentine was heres 
 Sp. Item, fhe hath more haires then wit, and more Dx. I, and perverfly, the perfevers{o : 
 faults then haires,and more wealth then faults. What might we doe to make the girle forget 
 La. Stop there : Ile have her ; fhe was mine,andnot | The Love of Ualentene, and love fir Thurso? 
 mine twice, or thrice in that Article; rehearfe thar once Pres The belt way is to {lander Valentine; 
 more- _ | With falfchood, cowardize, and poore defcent : 
 Sp: Item, fhe hath more haire then wit. Three things, that women highly hold in hate. 
 La. More haire then wit: itmay beile proveir: The | Das Iybut fhe'll thinke, that it is fpoke in hate. 
 cover of the fal, hides the {alt ,and therefore it is more Pro. 1, ifhis enemie deliver it. . 
 
 then the falt ; the haire. that covers the wit , isanore 
 then the wit : for the greater hides theleffe: W hat’s 
 Tiext ? 
 
 Therefore it muft with circumftance be{poken 
 By one, whom fhe eftéemesas his friend. 
 Dz: Thenyou muft undertake to flander him. 
 
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Pro, And that (my Lord) I fhall beloath to doe. 
 ‘Tisan ill lice fora mene 
 ‘| Efpecially againit his very friend. 2 
 roy whos your good rie cannotadvantage him , 
 Your flander never can endamage him; 
 Therefore the oitice . a . 
 Being intreated to it by your friend. - , 
 Por You haue prevail'd(my Lord) if I can doe it 
 By ought that I can fpeake in his difpraife, 
 She fhall not long continue love to him : 
 But fay this weéde her love from Valentine, 
 It followes not that fhe will love fir Thurso. ae 
 Th. Thereforeas you unwinde her love from hina; 
 Leaft it fhould ravell, and be good to none, 
 You mutt provide to bottome it on me : 
 Which mutt be done, by prayfing me as much 
 Asyou, in worth difprayte, fir Valentine, 4 
 Du. AndProthens, we dare truft you in this kinde, 
 Becaufe we know (on Valentines report) 
 Youare already loves firme votary, 
 And cannot foone revolt, and change your minde. 
 Vpon this warrant, fhall you have accefle, 
 Where you, with Siva may conferre at largee 
 For the islumpith, heavy ;melancholly, 
 And (for your friends fake) will be glad of you ; 
 Where you may temper her, by your perfwation, 
 To hateyong Valentine, and love my friend. 
 Pro. As muchas I can doe, I will effect : 
 But you fir Thurso, are not fharpe enough: 
 You mutt lay Lime, to tangle her defires_ 
 By wailefull Sonnets, whofe compofed Rimes 
 Should be full fraught with ferviceable vowes. 
 Dx. I,much is the force of heaven-bred Poefie. _ 
 Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty 
 You facrifice your teares, your fighes,your heart : 
 Write till your inke be dry ; and with your teares 
 Moift it againe ; and frame fome feeling line, 
 That may difcover {uch integrity : 
 For Orpheus Lute, was {trung with Poets finewes, 
 Whofe golden touch could {often fteele and ftones; 
 Make Tygers tame,and huge Leviathans 
 Forfake unfounded deepes, and dance on Sands, 
 After your dire-lamenting Elegies, 
 Vifit by night your Ladies chamber-window 
 With fome {weet Confort; To their Inftruments 
 Tunea deploring dumpe : the nights dead filence 
 Will well become fuch {weet complaining grievance: 
 This, or elfe nothing, will inherit her. 
 Du. This difcipline, fhowes thou hatt bin in love. 
 Th. And thy advice, this night, ile put in practife: 
 Therefore, {weet Protheus, my direction-giver, 
 Let us into the City prefently 
 To fort fome gentlemen, well skil’d in Mofique. 
 Ihavea Sonnet, that will ferve the turne 
 To give the on-fet to thy good advice. 
 Ds. About it Gentlemen. 
 Pro. We'll waitupon your Grace, till after Supper 
 And afterward determine our proceedings, 
 Ds. Evennow aboutit, I will pardon you. 
 
 Enter Ualentine, Speed, and cevtaine Out-lawes. 
 1, Owt-t. Fellowes, ftand fatt; I fee a paffenger. 
 
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 2. Owt.If therebe ten, fhrinkd not,but down with'em, 
 3- Out.Stand fir,and throw wr y s have about ye. 
 
 ot : we'll make you fit,andrifieyous 
 
 . a. Sir weare Tide ae thefe are the Villaines 
 
 That all the Travailers-doe feare fo much. 
 Val. My friends. . 
 I. Out. That’s not fo, fir: weare your enemies. 
 2. Out: Peace : we'll heare him. 
 3-Out.1 by my beard will we for he isa proper man: 
 Vat. Then know that I have little to lofe ; 
 
 A man I am, crofsd with adverfitie : 
 
 My riches, are thefe poore habiliments, 
 
 Of which, if you fhould here disfurnith me, 
 
 You take the {um and {ubftance that I haves 
 2. Ont. Whither travell you ? 
 Val. To Verona. 
 1.Our. Whence came you? 
 Val. From CMisllaine, : 
 3-Ont.Have youlong fojourn’d there? tad, 
 Val. Some fixteene moneths, and longer might have 
 
 If crooked fortune had not thwarted mie. 
 
 » 1.Owt. What, were you banifh’d thence ? 
 
  Forthat which now torments me to rehearfe; 
 aman, whofe death 1 aa 
 But yet I flew him manfully ‘in fight, 
 Without falfe vantage, or bafe treachery. 
 1. Ont, Why nere repent iF it were done fo 3 
 But were you banifht for fowinall a fault? 
 Va. I was,and held me glad offuchadoome. 
 2. Owt. Have you the Tongues? ; 
 Va. My youthfull travaile,therein made me happy, 
 Or elfeI often had beene miferable. 
 3+ Out. By the bare fcalpe of Robin hoods fat Fryer, 
 This fellow werea King, for our wilde faction. 
 1-Out, We'll have him: Sirs, a word. 
 Sp. Matter, be one of them : 
 It’s an honerable kinde of theevery. 
 Va. Peace villaine. 
 2. Out, ellus this: have yon any things totake to? 
 Va. Nothing but my fortune. 
 3+ Owt. Know then,that fome of us are Gentlemen, 
 Such as the furie of ungovern’d youth 
 Thruft from the company of awfit!l men. 
 My fe.fe was from Verona banifhed, % 
 For practifing to fteale away'a Lady, 
 And heire and Neece,allide unto the Duke. 
 2+ Out. And Ifrom Mantua, for a gentleman E 
 Who, in my moode, I ftab’d unto the heart. 
 1. Ont. And I, for fuch like petty crimes as the(e. 
 But to the purpofe ; for we cite our faults, 
 That they may hold excis’d our lawleffe lives; 
 And partly feeing yon are beautifide 
 With goodly thape ;and by your owne report, 
 A Linguift, and a man of fuch perfection, 
 As wedoe in our quality much want. 
 2» Ont. Indeede becaufe you area banifh'd man, 
 Therefore, above the reft, we parley to you: 
 Are you content to be our General] ? 
 To make a vertue of neceffitie, 
 And live as we duc in the wilderneffe ? 
 3- Ont. What failt thou? wiltthou be of our confort? 
 Say I, and bethe capraine of tus all : 
 We'll doe thee homage, and be rul’d by thee, 
 Love theeas our Commander ,and our King. 
 
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 1. Out, Butifthou {corne our curtefie, thou dyett. 
 2. Out. Thou fhalt not live,to brag what we have of- 
 
 Val. 1 take your offer, and will live with you, (ferd. 
 Provided that you do no outrages 
 On filly women; or poore paflengers. 
 
 3. Ont. No, we deteft {uch vile bafe practifes. 
 Come, goe with us, we'll bring thee to our Crewes 
 And fhew thee all the Treafure we have got; 
 
 Which, with our felxes, all reftar-chy diipofe,.  Exennt. 
 
 And being help’d, inhabits there. 
 Then to Silusa, tet us fing; 
 Thas Silviais excelling ; 
 She excels each mortall thing 
 Upon the dull earth dwelling. 
 To her let xs Garlands i 
 
 Ho, How now? are you fadder then you were before; | 
 How doe you, man? the Muficke likes you.note ; 
 Je. You miftake : the Mufitian likes me not. 
 Ho. Why,my pretty youth? ) 
 
 AR ruses er oe Pre SE Ma He plaies falfe (father. ) 
 ei o« How, out of tune onthe firings? 
 Scena Secunda. Iw. Not {oi butyet...... 
 . So falfe that he grievesmy very. heart-ftrings. 
 
 Ho. Youhaveaquicke care. — (hearts | 
 In, I, [would I were deafe: it makesme haye a flow | 
 He. I perceive you delight not in Maficke. 
 Ja. Notawhit; when it jars fo. 
 
 Ho. Harke what fine change is in the Maficke; 
 Za. I: that change is the {pight. boo | 
 He. You would have them alwaies play but one thing, | 
 Ix. 1 wouldalwayes haveone play but one thing. 
 But Holt, doth this Sir Prothexs, that we talke on; 
 
 ') Often refort unto this Gentlewoman ? 
 Ho. Itell you what Laance his mantold me, 
 He lov’d her out of all nicke. 
 In. Where is Lanuce ? 
 Ho. Gone to feeke his dog, which to morrow, by his 
 pate command , hee mutt carry for a prefentto his 
 adys 
 Iu. Peace, ftandafide, the company parts: 
 Pro. Sir Thurso, feare not I will fo pleade, 
 That you fhall fay, my cunning drift excels. 
 Th. Where meete we? 
 Pre. At Saint Gregories well. 
 74. Farewell. 
 Pre. Madam : good ev’n to your Ladifhip. 
 Ss, I thanke you for your Muficke (Gentlemen) 
 Who is that that fpake? 
 Pre. One( Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth; 
 You would quickly learne to know him by his voice. 
 Sil. Sir Prothexs, as \ take it. 
 Pro. Sir Prothens (gentle Lady ) and your Servant. 
 Si. What's your will ? 
 Pro. That I may comipaffe yours: 
 Ss’. You have your with: my will is ever this; 
 That prefently you hie you hometo bed : 
 
 Thou fubtile, perjur'd, falfe, difloyall man : 
 Think’{t thou I am fo fhallow, fo conceitleffe, 
 
 To be feduced by thy flattery, 
 
 That has’t deceiv’d fo miany with'thy vowes? 
 Returne, returne, and make thy love amends : 
 
 For me (by this palé queene of night I {weare) 
 
 I am fo farre from granting thy requeft, 
 
 That I defpife thee, for thy wrongfull fuite; 
 
 And by and by intend to chide my felfe, 
 
 Even for this time I {pend in talking ro thee. 
 
 Pro. I eran eet love) that I did loves Lady, 
 But fhe is dead. : 
 
 Iu. ’Twere falfe, if I thould {peake ir; 
 For I am fure fhe is not buried. 
 
 Sil. Say that the be : yet Valentine thy friend 
 Survives ; towhom (thy felfe art witneffe) 
 I am betroth’d; and art thou not afham’d 
 To wrong him, with thy importunacy ? 
 
 Enter Prothens, Thurio, lulia, Hoft, Mufitiaw, Silvia. 
 
 Pro. Already have bin falfe ro Valentine, 
 And now I matt be as unjuft to Thurso, 
 Vander the colour of commending him; 
 I haveaccefle my owne love to prefer. 
 But Silvia is too faire,too true,tuo holy, re 
 Tobe corrupted with my worthleffe guifts;. ..a» 
 When I proteft true loyalty to her, ; x 
 She twits me with my falfehood to my friend ; 
 When to her beauty { commend my vowes, 
 She bids me thinke ho ye bin forfworne 
 In breaking faith wit whom I lov’d; 
 And notwithftandiug all Bef fodaine quips, 
 The leaft whereof would quell alovers hope : 
 Yet (Spaniel-like) the more the {purnes my love, 
 The more it growes, and fawneth on her itill 5 
 But here comes Tbario; now mutt we to her window, 
 And give fomeevening Mufique to her eare. 
 Th. How now, fir Prothens, are you crept before us? 
 Pro. I gentle Taurjo, for you know that love 
 Will creepe in fervice, where it cannot goe. 
 Thu. I, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here: 
 Pro. Sir, but I doe : or elfe I would be hence. 
 Zhu. Whom, Sélviae 
 Pre. I, Silvia, for your fake. 
 Tbx. I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen 
 Let’s turne : and tooit luftily a while. 
 He.Now, my young gueft;me thinks you’r allycholly; 
 ‘I pray you what is it? 
 Iw. Marry (mine Hof) becaufe I cannot be merry. 
 Ho. Come,wee'll have you merry:ile bring you where 
 you fhall heare Mufique , and feethe Gentleman that 
 you ask’d for. 
 In. But hall I heare him fpeake- 
 He. I that you fhall. 
 _ dn. That will be Mufique. 
 Ho. Harke, harke. 
 Jw. Is he among thefe? 
 Ho: 1: but peace, ler’ s heare’m. 
 
 Song. Who és Silvia? what és the? 
 That all ovr Swaines commend ber? 
 Holy, faire, and wife ts {be, 
 
 The heaven fuch grace did lend her, 
 that foe might admiredbe, 
 
 Ts the kinde as {he is faire? 
 
 For beautse lives with kindneffe , 
 
 Love doth to her eyes vepasre, 
 
 Tohelpe hins of hss blindneffe : 
 
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 Pro. Llikewife heare that Valentine is dead. 
 | Sit Andfo fuppofe am I : for ‘s his grave 
 thy felfe, my love is buried. ; 
 75 Sweet Ladys let me rake it from the earth. 
 
 Sil. Goe to thy Ladies grave aud call hers thence; 
 Or at the leaft,in hers, fepulcher thine. 
 
 te: eard not that. 
 Pa otis :if your heart be fo obdurate : 
 
 Vonchfafe me yet your Picture for my love, 
 The Pi@nre that is hanging in your chamber : 
 To that Ile {peake,to that'Ile fighand weepe: 
 For fince the fubftance of your perfect felte 
 Is elfe devoted, Iam but'a fhadow; 
 And to your fhadow, willI maketruelove. mn 
 
 Jul, iftewereafubltatice you would fure deceive it, 
 And make it but afhadow ,asEam. 
 Sil Vath very loath to be your Idoll Sir; 
 But, fince your falfehood fhall become you wel 
 To worfhip thadowes, and adore falfe fhapes; 
 Send to me inthe morning, and ile fend it : 
 And fo, good reft. : 
 
 Pro. As wretches have ore-night 
 That wait for execution in the morne. 
 
 Jul. Hoff, will you goc? 
 
 Ho. Hue my ballidome; I was faft afleepe. 
 
 Jnl, Prayyou where lies Sir Preshenmw? 
 
 Ho. Marry, at my houfe : ’ 
 
 Truft me, Ithinke ‘tis almoft day. 
 
 | dat Not Co : but it hath bin the fongeft night 
 ) That ere J watch’d,and the moft heavieft. 
 
 Seana T ertia. 
 
 Enter Eglamore, Sevia. 
 
 E¢.. This is the houre that Madam Silvia 
 Entreated me to call, and know her niinde : 
 Ther’s fome great matter fhe’idemploy me in- 
 Madam, Madam. 
 
 Si. Who cals ? 
 
 €g. Your fervant, and your friend; 
 
 One that attends your Ladithips command. 
 Sil. Sir Eglamore, a thoufand times good morrow. 
 Eg. As many (worthy Lady) to your felfe : 
 
 According to your Ladithips impofe, 
 
 Tam thus early come,to know what fervice — 
 
 | Itis your pleafureto command mein. 
 
 Sil. Oh Eglamore, thou arta Gentleman : 
 Thinke nor! flatter(for { {weare 1 doe not) 
 Valiant, wife; remor{e-full, well accomplith'd. 
 Thou art not ignorant what deere good will 
 Ibeare unto the banith’d Uatensine : 
 
 Nor how my father would enforce me marry 
 
 Vaine Thurso ( whom my very foule abhor’d) 
 
 Thy felfe hat lov’d, and I have heard thee {ay 
 
 No griefe did come fo neere thy heart, 
 
 As when thy Lady, and thy true-love di'de, 
 
 Vpon whofe Grave thou vow’dft pure chaftitie: 
 
 Sir Eglamore : I would to Valentine 
 
 To Mantua, wheréI heare, he makes aboad; 
 
 And for the wayes are dangerous to paffe, 
 
 T doe defire thy worthy company, 
 
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 Tbe two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 | ferv’d me, 
 
 -nies:1 would have (as one fhould fay )one that.takes up- 
 
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 Vpon whofe-faith and honor, I repofe. | 
 Vrge not my fathers anger (Eglamore ) Jean A 
 But thinke upon my griefe (a Ladies griefe) as 
 And en the juttice of my flying hence, | be 
 To keepe me from a moft unholy match, _ Di 
 Which heaven and fortune ftilll rewards with plagues, 
 I doe defire- thee, even from a heart 
 As full of forrowes, as the Sea of fands, 
 To beare me company and goe with me : 1p 
 Ifnot,to hide what I have fayd to thee, : 
 That I may venture to departalone. _ iz 
 
 &g. Madam,I pitty much your grievances, 
 Which, fince I know they vertuoutly afeplac’d, ; 
 I give confent to goe along with you, fo 
 Wreaking aslittle what betideth me, 
 
 As much, I with all good befortune you. 
 When will you goe ? . 
 Sil. This evening comming. 
 
 &g. Where fhall I meete you? VS. 
 
 Ss!. At Frier Patrickes Cell, pe 
 Where I intend holy confeflion. — il 
 
 Eg. Iwill not faile your Ladsfhips 
 Good morrow (gentle Lady.) 
 
 Sif. Good morrow, kinde Sir Egsamore. 
 
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 Enter Launce, Prothews, Iulia, Silvia. 
 
 Law. When a mans fervant fhall play the Curre with | 
 him (looke you) it goes hard ; one that 1 broughtupof| 
 a puppy:one that J {ay’dfrom drowning,when three or |_| 
 foure of his blinde brothers and fifters went toit:I have | 
 taught him (even as one would fay precifely, thus I 
 would teach a dog) I was fentto deliver him, asa pre- | 
 fent to Miltris Si/via, from my Matter ; and 1 cameno 
 fooner into the dyning-chamber, but he fteps me to her 
 Trencher, and fteals ker Capons-leg: O, ’tis a foule | 
 thing, whena Cur cannot keepe himfelfe in all compa- | 
 
 on him tobe a dog indeede, to be,as it were, a dog at all 
 then he,to take a fault 
 upon me that he did, I thinke verily he had bin hang’d 
 for't: fure as I live he had fuffer'd for’t: you thall judge: 
 He thrufts me himfelfe into the company of three or 
 foure gentleman-like-doggs, under the Dukes tablé ; he 
 had not bin there (bleffe the marke) a pilling while, but | 
 all the chamber {melt him: out withthe dog (faiesone) | 
 what cur is that (faies another) whip him out ({aiesthe 
 third) hang him up (faies the Duke.) I having bin ac- 
 quainted with the fmell before, knew it was Crab; and | 
 goes me to the fellow that whips the dogges : friend 
 (quoth1 ) you meane to whip the dog: | marry doe I 
 (quoth he you doe him the more Wwrong(quoth1)'twas } 
 I did the thing you wot of ; he makes me no more adoe, | 
 but whips me out ofthe chamber: how many Matters 
 would o¢ this for his fervant?nay, ile be fivorne I have 
 fat in the ftockes for puddings he hath ftolne,etherwife | 
 he had bin executed: I have ftood on the Pillorie for | 
 Geefe he hath kil'd,otherwife he had fufterd for’t:thou } 
 think’ ft aot of this now; nay,l remember thetricke you | 
 when I rooke my leave of Madam Silvia: did 
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 not Ibid thee {till marke me;and doe as I do;when did't 
 thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water againft a 
 Gentlewomans farthingale? did't thou ever fee me doe 
 fuch atricke ? 
 Pro. Sebaffianis thy name: like thee well, 
 And will imploy thee in fome fervice prefently. 
 Iu. In what you pleafe, ile doe Sir what I can- 
 Pro. I hope thou wilt. 
 How now you whor-fon pezant, : 
 Where have you bin'thefe two dayes loytering ? 
 La. Mary Sir, I carried Miftris Silvia the dogge you 
 bade me. 
 Fro. And what fayes the ro my little lewell? 
 La. Marry the faies your dog was a cur,and tells you 
 currifh thankes is good enough for fuch a prefent. 
 Pro, But fhe receiv’d my dog? 
 Ia. No indeede did fhe not : 
 Here have I brought him backe againe. 
 Pro. What, didft thou offer her this from me ? 
 La. I Sir,the other Squirrill was ftolne from me 
 By the hangmans boy in the market place, 
 And then I offer’d her mine owne, who is a dog 
 As big as ten of yours,& therefore the gift the greater 
 Pro. Goe, get thee hence, and finde my dog againe, 
 Or nere returne againe into my fight. 
 Away, I fay : ftayelt thou tovexe me here $ 
 A flave, that ftill an end, turnes me to fhame. 
 Sebaftian, I have entertained thee, 
 Partly that I have need offucha youth, 
 That can with fome difcretion do my bufineffe ¢ 
 For ’tis no trufting to yond foolifh Lowt s 
 But chiefely, for thy face, and thy behaviour, 
 ‘Which (if my Augury deceive me not ) 
 Witneffe good bringing up, fortune,and truth : 
 Therefore know thou, for this I entertaine hee. 
 Go prefently and take this Ring with thee, 
 Deliver it to Madam Silvia ; 
 She lov’d me well, deliver’d itto me. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Int. Tt feemes you lov’d not her, to leave her token: 
 
 She is dead belike @ 
 Pro. Not fo: I thinke fhe lives. 
 Int; Alas. 
 Pro. Why do'ft thou eryalas? 
 Tul. I cannot choofe but pitty hers 
 Pre. Wherefore fhould’{t thou pitty her? 
 Iul. Becaufe,me thinkes that fhe loy’d you as well 
 As you doe love your Lady Ssvia : 
 She dreames on him, that has forgot her love; 
 You doate on her, that cares not for your love. 
 "Tis pitty Love fhould be fo contrary + 
 And thinking onit, makes me cry alas. : 
 Pro. Well: give her that Ring,and therewithall 
 This Letter : that’s her chamber: Tell my Lady, 
 I claime the promife for her heavenly Picture : 
 Your meflage done, hye home unto my chamber, 
 Where thou fhalt finde me fad, and folitarie. Exits 
 Tul. How many womenwould doefuch a meflagee 
 Alas poore Prothes, thou haft entertain’d 
 A Foxe, tobe the Shepheard of thy Lambs ; 
 Alas, poore foole ,why doe pitty him 
 That with his very heart defpifeth me? 
 Becaufe he loves her, he defpifeth me, : 
 Becaufe I love him, i muft pitty him. 
 This Ring I gave him, when he parted front me, 
 To binde him to remember my good will: 
 And now am I (unhappy Meflenger ) 
 
 The two Gentlemen of Verona, 35 
 
 To plead for that, which I would not obtaine; 
 To carry that, which I would have refus’d; 
 To praife his faith which I would have difprais’ds, 
 Iam my Maifters true confirmed love, 
 But cannot be true fervant to my Maifter, 
 Vnleffe I prove falfe traitor to my felfe. 
 Yet will 1 wooe for him,but yet fo coldly, Enter 
 As(heaven it knows) I would not have him {peed. Si/via. 
 Gentlewoman, good day : I pray you be my meane 
 Tobring me where to {peake with Madam S#lora. 
 Si. What would you with her, if that.I be fhe? 
 Jul. If yoube fhe, I doe intreat your patience 
 To heare me {peake the meffage I am fent ons 
 Si, From whom? 
 In!. From my Matter, Sir Prothews, Madam. 
 Si, Oh; he fends youfor a Picture? 
 Tul. 1, Madam. 
 Sil. Vefula, bring my Picture there; 
 Goe, give your Matter this: tell-him trom me; 
 One [néa, that his changing thoughts forget, 
 Would better fit his Chamber, then this Shadow, 
 Is. Madam, pleafe you perufe this Letter; 
 Pardon me (Madam) 1 have unadvis'd 
 Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not ; 
 This is the Letter to your Ladifhip. 
 Sil. Ipray thee let me looke on that againe: 
 Jv. Itmay not be: good Madam pardon me. 
 Sil. There, hold: 
 I will not looke upon your Mafters lines : 
 I know they are {tuft with proteftations, 
 And full ofnew-found oathes, which he will breake 
 As eafie as I do teare his paper. 
 In. Madam, he fends your Ladifhip this Ring: 
 Si. The more fhame for him, that he fends it me; 
 For I have heard him fay athoufandtimes, 
 His wa gave it himjat his departure: 
 Though his falfe finger have prophan’d the Ring, 
 ‘Mine fhall not doe his /wlia fo mutch wrong: 
 Ja, She thankes you. 
 Si. What fai’ thou ? 
 Iw, Ithanke you Madam, that you tender her : 
 Poore Gentlewoman, my Malter wrongs her much: 
 Si. Do’ftthen know her? ; 
 In. Almott as well as 1 doe know iny felfe. 
 To thinke upon her woes, I do proteft 
 That I have wept a hundred feverall times. : 
 Si, Belike the thinks that Prarkens hath forfook her? 
 In. I thinke fhe doth: and that’s her caufe of forrowe 
 Si. Is fhenot paffing faire ? 
 Zn. She hath bin fairer (Madam) then fhe is; 
 When the did thinke my Mafter lov'd her well; 
 She, in my judgement, was as faireas you. 
 But fince fhe did neglect her looking: glaffe, 
 And threw her Sun-expelling Mafque away} 
 The ayre hath ftarv’d the rofesin hemcheekes} 
 And pinch d the lilly-tincture of her face, 
 That now the is become as blacke as I. 
 Sik How tall was fhee : 
 In. About my ftature : for at Pentecoft, 
 When alluur Pageants of delight were plaid; 
 Our youth got metoplay the womayispart, 
 And I was trim’d in Madam /afas gowne, 
 Which ferved me as fit; by all mens judgements, 
 
 Therefore I know fhe is about my height; 
 
 | 
 ; 
 t 
 As ifthé garment had bin made for me : 
 Andat that time Imade her weepeagaod; *'° 
 
we ee 
 
 36 ~ Thetwo Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 For I did play alamentable part. 
 (Madam) ‘twas eAriadne, palfioning 
 For Thefew periury, and unjult fight; 
 Which I fo lively acted with my teares: 
 That my poore Miftris moved therewithall, 
 Wept bitterly : and would I might be dead, 
 If Lin thon ght felt not her very forrow. : 
 Si/, Sheis beholding to thee (gentle youth) 
 Alas, (poore Lady) defolate, and left ; 
 I weepe my felfe tothinke upon thy words: 
 Here youth: there is a purfe; I give thee this 
 For thy {weet Miftris fake, becaufethou lov'ft her- 
 Farewell. : Exit. 
 ‘nt. And the thal! thanke you for’t, if ere you know 
 A vertuous gentlewoman, milde, and beautifull. (her. 
 Thope my Maifters fuit will be bur cold, 
 Since fhe refpects my Miftris love fo much. 
 Alas, how love can trifle with it {eife : 
 Here is her Picture: Jet me fee, I thinke 
 If{ had fucha Tyre, this face of mine 
 Were full as lovely as is this of hers; 
 And yet the Painter flatter’d her a little, 
 Valefe I flatter with my felfe too much. 
 Her haire is eAburne, mine is perfet Telow, 
 If that be all the difference in his love, 
 Ile get me fuch a colour’d Perriwig : 
 Her eyes are grey as grafle, and foare mine: 
 I, but her fore-head’s low, and mine’s.as high : 
 What fhould irbe that he refpects iin her, 
 But Ican make refpectiue in my felfe, 
 If this fond love, . werenot a blinded god 2 
 Come fhadow, come, and take this fhadow up, 
 For’tis thy rivall: © thou fenceleffe forme. 
 Thou fhalt be worfhip’d, kifs'd, lov’d, and ador'd; 
 And were there fence ia his Idolatry, 
 My fubftance fhould:be ftatue in thy itead, 
 le ufe thee kindly, for thy miftris fake 
 That us'd me-fo : or elfe by eve, I vow, 
 I fhould have {cratch’d out your unfeeing eyes, 
 To make my Maifter ont of love with thee. Exit. 
 
 ; 
 ———_ 
 
 Atlus Ouintus, Scena Prima. 
 
 a 
 
 Enter Eglamoure, Silvia. 
 Eel. The Sun begins to guild the wefterne Skie, 
 And now itis about the very houre iret 
 That Silvia, at Fryer ‘Patrickes Cell fhould meet me, 
 She will not faile’; for Lovers breake rot houres, 
 Vnlefle it be tocome before theirtime, | 
 So much they {pur their expedition: 
 See where the comes: Lady-a happy evening |)» 
 5s!. Amen, Amen ;goe on ( good Eglamoure) 
 Out at the Pofterne by the Abbey wall’; 
 1 feare Iam attended by fome Spiesii:” 
 Egil. Feare not: the Forreftisnot thre 
 If-we recover that, we are fure enough. 
 
 ss 
 
 ¢ leagues off, 
 . Exeunt, 
 
 On reeneneeeee: “9 wcmest 
 
 Scena Secunda.’ 
 
 _ EmterThurio, Prothens, Tulia, Duke: 
 Th. Sir Protheus, what fayes Silviato my fait? 
 
 Pro. Oh Sir, I finde her milder then fhe was; 
 And yet the takes exceptions at your perton- 
 
 Thx. What? that my leg is too long ? 
 
 Pro. No, that it is too little. 
 
 Pro, But love will not be fpurd to what it loathes, 
 Ths. What fayes fheto my face? 
 Pro. She faies tt is a faire one. 
 
 Ths. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blatke, 
 
 Fro. But Pearles are faire; and the old faying is, 
 Blacke men are Pearles,in beauteous Ladyes eyes. 
 
 Thu. “Tis true, fuch Peasles as put out Ladies eyes, } 
 
 For I had rather winke, then looke on them. 
 The. How likes fhe my difcourfe? 
 Pro. Ili, when you talke of war. 
 Tbz. But well, when I difcourfe of love and peace. 
 Jul. But better indeed, when you hold you peace. 
 Thn. Whatfayes the to my valour? 
 Pro. Oh Sir, fhe makes yo doubt of that. 
 
 Inf. She needes not, when fhe knowes it cowardize. 
 
 Thu. What fayes fhe to my birth ? 
 Pro. That you are well deriy’d. 
 In. True : froma Gentleman to a foole. 
 Tha. Confiders the my poffeffions ? 
 Pro. Oh I:and pitties them. 
 Tha. Wherefore? 
 Ja. That fuch an Affe fhould owe them. 
 Pre. That they are ont by Leafe. 
 Js. Here comes the Duke, 
 Dz. How now fir Protheus;how now Thurie? 
 Which of you fay faw Sir Egamoure of late? 
 The. NotI. 
 Pro. Nor I. 
 Dz. Saw you my daughter ? 
 Pro. Neyther. 
 Dua. Why then 
 She's fled unto the pezant, Valentine F 
 And Eglamonre is in het companie: 
 “Tistrue : for Frier Lawrence met them both 
 As he, in pennance wander’d through the Forreft; 
 Him he knew well:and guetd that it was fhe, 
 But being mask’d, he was not {ure of it. 
 Befides fhe did intend Confeffion 
 At Patricks Cell this even,and there the was not 
 Thefe likelihoods confirme her flight from hence; 
 Therefore I pray you ftand not to difcourfe, 
 But mount you prefently, and meete with meé 
 Vpon the rifing ofthe Mountainefoote 
 That leads toward AZantua, whither they are fled: 
 Difpatch (fweetGentlemen) and follow ine. 
 Tha. Why thisit is, to bea peevifh Gir'e, 
 That flies her fortune where it followes her : 
 Ile after; moreto be reveng’d on &g/amoure, 
 Then for the love of reck-lefle Silvia. 
 Pro. And Twill follow, iére for Siluias love 
 Then hate of Egfamoure that coes with her. 
 Ia. And I will follow, more to croffe that love 
 Then hate for Si/via, that is gone for love. 
 
 aaa re oe cttw ee + wek a 
 SeenaTertia. | 
 Siliva, Out-lawes, e : 
 
 I+ Ont. Come, come be patient ; ) '% “on 
 
 (der. 
 
 Thu. Ile weare a Boote, to make it fomewhat roun- | 
 
 Exenunt. 
 
The two Gentlemen of Verona. 
 
 37 
 
 We mutt bring you to our Captaine. 
 Sil. Athoufand more mifchances then this one 
 Have learn’d me how to brooke this patiently. 
 2 Ows. Come;bring her away. d 
 1 Oat. Where is the Gentleman that was with her. 
 3 Ont. Being nimble footed,he hath out-run use 
 But A4oyfes and Valeria follow him: . 
 Goe thou with her to the Weft end of the Wood, 
 There is our Captaine : wee’ll follow him thats fled, 
 The thicket is befet;he cannot {cape. 
 r Ont. Come,] mutt bring you to our Captaines Cave. 
 Fearenot ; he bearesan honourable mind, 
 j And willnotvfeawoman lawlefly. 
 Sil. O Uatentine : this Lendure for thee. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scana Quarta, 
 
 Enter Valentine, P rotheus,Silvia,lulia,Duke,T burio, 
 Ont-lawes, 
 Val. How ufe doth breed a habite in a man ? 
 This fhadowy Defart,unfrequented woods, 
 I better brooke then flourifhing peopled townes : 
 Herecan I fitalone,un-feene of any; 
 And tothe Nightingales complaining Notes ; 
 Tune my diftreffes,and record my woes: 
 O thon that doft inhabit in my breft, 
 Leave not the Manfion fo long Tenantleffe, 
 Left growing ruinous, the building fall, 
 And leave nomemory of what it was, 
 | Repaire me with thy prefence,Sslvsa : 
 Thou Gentle Nymph,cherifh thy forlorae Swaine. 
 What hallowing,and what ftirre isthis to day ? 
 Thefe are my mates,that make their wils their Law, 
 Have fome unhappy paffenger in chace ; 
 They love me welt,yet I have much to doe 
 1 To keepe them from uncivill outrages, 
 Withdraw thee Valentine : who'sthis comes here ? 
 Pro. Madam,thisfervice I have done for you, 
 4 (Though you refpect not ought your fervant doth) 
 4 To hazzard life,and reskew you from him, 
 That would have fore’d your honour and your love, 
 Vouchfate me for my meed, but one faire looke : 
 ( A.fmaller boone than this,I cannot beg, 
 And leffe than this,I am fare you cannot give.) 
 Val. How like'a dreame is this ? I fee and heare : 
 Love,lend me patience to forbeare a while. 
 Sil. O miferable,unbappy that I am. 
 Pro. Vohappy were you (Madam)ere I came : 
 But by my comming, have made you happy. : 
 Sil. By thy approach thou mak’ ft me moft unhappy. 
 Jw. And me,when he approchethto youir prefence. 
 Sil. Had I beene feazed by a hungry Lion, 
 T would have beenea breakfaft to the Beaft; 
 “Rather than have falfe Prothews reskew me : 
 O heaven be judge how I love Valentine, 
 Whofelife’s astender to meas my foule, 
 And full as rauch ( for more there cannot be) 
 I doe deteft falfe perjur'd Prothens : 
 Therefore be gone, folicit me nomore. 
 Pro. What dangerous a¢tion ;{tood it next to death, 
 Would I notundergoe for one calme looke : 
 Oh, tis the curfe in Love,and ftill approv’d, 
 
 When womencannot love,where they ‘re belov’d. : 
 Sil, When Prothem cannot love, where he’s beloy’d: 
 Reade over Juéia’s heart,(thy firft beft Love} 
 For whofe deare fake thou dian then rend thy faith 
 Into athoufand oathes ; and all thofe oathes, 
 Defcended into perjury to deceive me, 
 Thou haft no faith left now,unleffe theu’d& two, 
 And that’s farre worfe than none : better have none 
 Then plurall faith, which is too much by one: 
 Thou counterfeit to thy true friend: 
 Pro. Inlove, 
 Who refpetts friend ? 
 Sil, All men but Protheus. 
 Pro, Nay,if the gentle {pirit of moving words 
 Can no way change you toa milder forme ; 
 Ile move you likea Souldier at armesend, 
 And love you ’gainft the nature ef love: force ye, 
 Sil, Ohheaven. 
 Pro. Ile force thee yeeld tomy defire. 
 Val. Ruffian, let goe that rude uncivill touch, 
 Thou friend of an ill fathion. 
 Pro, Ualentine! 
 Val. Thou common friend ,that’s without faith or love. 
 For fuch is a friend now : Thou treacherous man, 
 Thou haft beguil’d my hopes;nought but mine eye 
 Could have perfwaded me : now J dare not fay 
 Ihave one friend alive ; thou wouldft difprove me ; 
 Who fhould be truftednow,when ones righ hand 
 Is perjured tothe bofome? Prothens 
 Jam forry I muft never truft thee more, 
 But count the worlda ftranger for thy fakes, 
 The private wound is deepeft : oh time,moft accurk : 
 *Mongft all foes,that a friend fhould be the worft ? 
 Pro. My fhameand guilt confounds me : 
 Forgive me Valentine : if hearty forrow 
 Be a fufficient Ranfome for offence, 
 I tender’t heere : I docastruely faffer, 
 Asere I did commit. 
 Val. Then Iam paid : 
 And once againe,I doe receive thee honett ; 
 Who by Repentance isnot{atisfied, __ 
 Isnor of heaven,nor earth ; for thefe are pleas’d : 
 By Penitence th’Eternals wrath’s appeas‘d : 
 And that my love may appeare plaine and free, 
 All that was mine,in SélvsayI give thee. 
 J#, Oh me unhappy. 
 Fre. Looke tothe Boys 
 Val. Why,Boy ? . 
 Why Wag:how now?what’s the matter?loake up: {peak.- | 
 Iu. good fir,my Matter charg’d me to deliver a Ring 
 to Madam Silvsa: which (out of my neglect) was never 
 - Pro. Whereisthat Ring ? Boy? (done. 
 Ju. Heere'tis :thisis its 
 Pro, How? let me fee, 
 Why this is the Ring I gaveto Zulia: , 
 In. Oh,cry youmercy fir,I have miltooke : 
 This is the Ring you fent to Silvis. ‘ 
 Pro. But how cam'ft thou by this Ring ? at my depart 
 I gave thisunto Lali. ee . 
 ia. And Iulia her felfe did give it me, 
 And Julia her {elfe hath brought it hither. 
 Pre, How? Inia? 
 _ I#. Behold her that gave aymie to allthy oathes, 
 Atid entertain’d’em deepely in her heart. 
 How oft haftthou with perjury cleft the roote ? 
 Oh Protheus let this habit makethee bluth. 
 
Bethou afham’d that I have tooke upon me; 
 
 Such an immodeft rayment ; if fhamelive 
 
 Ina difguife of love? 
 
 It is the leffer blot modefty findes, 2 eit 
 
 Womento change their fhapes,than men their mindes. 
 Pro. Than men rheir minds? tis true,oh heauen, were 
 
 Man but conftant,he were perfect ; that one errour 
 
 "Fils hien with faults: makes himrua through all. th’fins ; 
 
 Inconftancy fals off ere it begins: 
 What is in Ss/via’s face but I may {pic 
 More freth in J#/ia’s,with a conftant eye ? 
 
 Fal. Come,come sa hand from either : 
 Let me be bleft tomake this happy clofe: : 
 Twere pitty two fuch friends fhould belong foes: 
 
 Pro, Beare witneffe (heaven) I have my with for ever- 
 
 Tul, And I thine. 
 
 Out-l._A prize,a prize,a prize. 
 
 Val Forbeare,forbeare I fay : It is my Lord the Duke: 
 Your Grace is welcome to aman difgrac’d, 
 Banifhed Valentine. 
 
 Duke. Sir Valentine ? 
 
 Thx. Yonder is Silvia: and Silvia ¥mings 0 
 
 Val, Thariogive backe} or elfe imbrace thy death : 
 Come not within the meafure of my wrath : 
 Doe not name Silvia thine : if onceagaine, 
 Cerona fhall not hold thee ¢ here the itands, 
 Take buc poffeffion of her with a Touch : 
 I dare thee but to breathe vpon my Love. 
 
 Thar. Sir Valentine I care not for her,I = 
 I hold him buta foole that will endanger 
 His body,for a Girle that loves him not : 
 I claime her not,and therefore fhe isthine. 
 
 Duke, The more degenerateand bafeart thou 
 To make {uch meanes for her as thou haft done, 
 And leave her on fuch flight conditions. 
 
 _ Names of the eA tors. 
 
 Dake : Father to Silvia. 
 Valentine. 
 Protheus. | 
 Anthonio : father to Protheus. 
 Thario 4 foolifh rivall to Valentine. 
 
 the two Gentlemen. 
 
 The two Gentlemen of V erone. 
 
 Now,by the honour of my Anceftry, 
 I doe applaud thy {pirit, Valentine, 
 And thinke thee worthy of an Empreffe love : 
 Know then, here forget all former grictes, 
 Cancellall grudge,repeale thee homeagaine, 
 Plead.a new ftate inthy arrival'd merit, 
 Towhich I thus fubfcribe : Sir Valentine, 
 Thonart a Gentleman,and well deriv’d, 
 Take thou thy Si/via,for thou haft deferv'd her. ey 
 Val, Ithanke your Grace,the gift hath made me hap- | — 
 I ow beféech you(for your Daughters fake) (pyst 
 To grant one Boonethat I fhallaske of you. ips 
 » Duke. Igrant it (forthine owne)whatere it be, 
 Val Thete banifh’d men,that I have kept withall, 
 Are men endu’d with worthy qualities : 
 Forgive them what they have committed here 
 And let them be recall‘d from their exiles 
 They are reform’d ,civill, full of good, 
 And fit for great imployment (worthy Lord.) 
 Duke. Thou haft prevai’ld,I pardonthem and thee s_ 
 Difpofe ofthem, as thou knowft their deferts. 
 Come,letus goe,we will include all jarres, 
 With Triumphes, Mirth,and all folemnity. 
 Val. Andas we walkedleng,I dare be boid 
 With our difcourfe,to make your Grace tofmile. 
 What thinke you of this Page(my Lord ?) 
 Duke. \ thinke the Boy hath grace in him, he blufh 
 Val. 1 warrant you (my Lord )more grace then Boys 
 Duke. What meane you by that faying ? 
 Val. Pleafe you,lle tell you as we paffe along, 
 That you will wonder what hath fortuned: © i 
 Come Prothews,tis your pennance but to heare 
 The ftory of your Lovesdifcovered. A 
 That done,our day of marriage fhall be yours; © 
 One feaft,one houfe,one mutuall happineffes 
 
 Exennt. | 
 
 Eglamonre, Agent for Silvia in ber ¢fcape. 
 Hoft where lulia lodges. 
 
 Ont-lawes with Valentine, 
 
 Speed a clownifh fervant to ¥ alentine. 
 Lannce,the like to Protheus. 
 Panthion,fervant to Antosio, 3 
 Julia beloved of Protheus. ; ve 
 Silvidsbeloved of Valentine. ) i 
 Lucetta waiting-woman to Iulia. 
 
THE 
 
 Merry VV ives of V Vindfor. _ 
 
 ee 
 
 eAélus Primus, Scena Prima. 
 
 Emer Instice Shallow, Slender, Sir Hugh Evans, Maffer 
 ~ Page, Falftaffe,Bardolph, Nym, Piffoll, Anne Page, Mi- 
 
 Stree Ford, Miftreffe Page,Simple, 
 
 Shallow. 
 
 pir Hugh,perfwade me not : I will make a Star- 
 23 Chamber matter of it, it hee were twehty Sir 
 Jobs Falstaffes,he thall not abufe Robert Shallow, 
 " Efquire. : (Coram. 
 Sen. Inthe County of Glocester, Tuftice of Peace and 
 Shal, 1(Cofen Stender)and (uff-alorum. 
 
 Sten. l,and Rato-torumtoo ; and a Gentleman borne | 
 
 (Matter Parfon) who writes himfelfe eArmigero, inany 
 Bill, Warrant, Quittance,or Obligation ,e4rmigero, 
 
 Shat, I that 1 doe,and have done-any time thefe three 
 hundred yeeres. 
 
 Sten. All his facceffors( gone before him) hath don’t’: 
 and.all his Anceftors (that come after him) may : they 
 may give the dozen white Luces in their Coat. 
 
 Shalt. Itis an old Coat. j 
 
 Evans. The dozen whire Lowfes doe become an old 
 Coat well: itagrees well paflants It isa familiar beaft to 
 man,and fignifies Love. 
 
 Shat. The Luce is the freth-fith, the falt-fith, is an old 
 Coat. 
 
 Slen, I may quarter(Coz.) 
 
 Shat. You may ,by marrying. 
 
 Evans. It is marrying indeed ,if he quarter it. 
 
 ' Shale Nota whit. G 
 
 Fvans. Yesper-lady : if he has a quarter of your Goat, 
 there is but three skirts for yonr felfe »in my timplecon- 
 jectures $ but that isall’one: if Sir John Falstaffe have 
 committed di{paragements unto you, I am of the Church 
 and will be gladto doe my benevolence, to make attone- 
 mentsand coimpremifes betweene you. 
 
 Shal. The Councell thall heare it,it isa Riot. 
 
 Evax It isnot mect the Councell heare of a Ryot:there 
 isno feare of Got in a Ryot : The Councell (looke you ) 
 fhalldefire to heare the feare of Got , and not to heare a 
 Riot : take you viza-ments in that. Mis 
 
 Shat. Ha 30’ my life, if 1 were yong againe, the {word 
 fhould end it. 
 
 Evans. Icis petter that friends isthe fword and end it: 
 and thereisalfo another device in my praine, which per- 
 adventute prings good difcretions ‘with it. There is 
 nne-Page, which isdaughter to Mafter Thomas Page; 
 which is pretty virginicy, 
 
 Sten. Miltris Anne Page? fhe has browne haire, and 
 {pcakeslike a woman. ’ 
 
 ee ee: 
 
 Evans. Vis that ferry perfon forallthe orld, as juitas 
 you will defire,and feven hundred pounds of monics, and 
 gold,& filver,is her Grand-fire upon his deaths-bed,(Got 
 deliver toa joyfull Refurrections)give,when fhe isable to 
 overtake feventeene yeeres old. It were a good motion, if 
 we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and defire a marriage 
 betweene Maller e4braham,and Miftris dune Page. 
 
 Stn. Did her Grand-fire leave her feven hundred 
 pound ? ; 
 
 Evans. Y,and her father is make her a petter penny. 
 ais Iknow the yong Gentlewoman , thee has good 
 gi cS. 
 
 Evan. Seven hundred pounds, and poftibilitie is Zoot 
 gifts. 
 
 Sha!. Well,letus fee honeft M’,Page:is Falfiaffe there? 
 
 Evan. Shail I cell you a lye? Idoe defpifea yer, as I 
 doe de(pife one that 1s falfe,or as I defpile one that is not 
 true: the Knight Sir /oba is there, and I befeech you bee 
 ruled by your well-willers : I will peat the doore for M'. 
 Page. What hoa? Gor bleffe your houfe here. 
 
 A4'.Page. Who's there ? 
 
 Evans. Here is got’s plefling and your friend, and Iu- 
 ftice Shallow,arid here’s yong Matter Slender : that perad- 
 ventures fhall tell youanother tale ; it matters grow to 
 yourlikings, 
 
 M1". Page. Lam glad to fee yout Worthips well: I 
 thanke you for my Venifon,Mafter Shallow. 
 
 Shal. Matter Page, 1am gladto {ee you: much good 
 doe it your good heart s. I with’d your Venifon-better, it 
 was ill kil'd:how doth good miftreffe Page ?and I thank 
 you alwayes with my heart,la: with my heart. 
 
 M4. Page. Sir,Vthanke you. 
 Shal, Sir, thanke you : by yea and no I doe, 
 M!1.Page. Tam glad to fee you good Malter Shnder, 
 Slag. How do’s your fallow Greyhound, Sir, 1 heard 
 fay he was out-run.on Cot/ale, 
 - Ad.Pa. Itcould not be judg’d fir. 
 . Sten. You'll not confeffe,you’ll not confeffe. 
 » Shal. That he will not, ’tis your fault,’tis your fault ; 
 
 “tis a good dogge. 
 
 “M.Page. A Cur fire : : 
 Shak: Sit hee’s a good Dog, anda faire Dog, can there 
 be more {aid ?-he is good, and faire. Is Sir Jobn Falfafe 
 here ? 
 M. Page. Sirjhe is within: and I woutd I could doe a 
 good onfice betweene you. 
 Evan. Tis {poke as. aChriftians ought to {peake. 
 * Shal He hath wrong’d me(Mafter Page.) 
 ' M4.Page. Sitshe doth infome fort confeffe it, 
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 fo (M.Page?) he hath wrong’d me, indeed he hath, at 3 
 Ad he ea : beleeve tay NES Shallow Bfquire , faith 
 he is wrong’d. 
 
 Ms.Pa. Here comes Sir Jobn. ' 
 
 Fal. Now,Mafter Shallow,you ll complaine of mee to 
 
 the King ? ons 
 
 Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, kill’d my 
 Deere,and bruke open my Lodge. 
 
 Fal, But not kifs’d yout Keepers Daughter * 
 
 Shal. Tutapin: this thal be anfwer'ds 
 
 Fal. I will anfwer it ftrait,1 have done all this : 
 
 That isnow anfwerd. 
 
 Shal. The Councell fhall know this. 
 
 Fal. *Twere better for you ifit were knowne in coun- 
 cell : you'll belaugh’d at. 
 
 Evans. Pauca verba; (Six Iobn)good worts. 
 
 Fal. Good worts? good Cabidge ; Slender, I broke 
 your head : whar matter have you againftme? 
 
 Slen. Marry fir,1 have matter inmy head again{t you, 
 and againft your Cony-catching Raftals, Bardolph, Nyx, 
 and Péiffoll. 
 
 Bar. You Banbury Cheefe. 
 
 Sten. L,itis no matter. 
 
 Pit. How now; Aephostophilus # 
 
 Slen, J, it is no matter, 
 
 Nym, Slice,| fay ;panca,panca : Slice, that's my humor. 
 
 Slew, Where's Simple my man? can youtell , Cofen? 
 
 Evans. Peace I pray you : now let usunderftand ;there 
 isthree Vmpires in this’ matter, as] underftand;that is, 
 Matter Page (fidelicet Mafter Page)and there is my felfe, 
 (fidelicet my felfe and the three party is ( laftly , and fi- 
 nally )mine Hoft of the Gater. 
 
 M.Pa. Wethree to heareit, andend it between them. 
 
 Evan. Ferry goo’t, I will make a priefeof it in my 
 Note-booke,and we wiilafterwards orke upon the caufe, 
 with as great difcrectly as we can. 
 
 Fal. Piftoll, 
 
 Piff. He heares with cares. 
 
 Evan, the Tevilland his Tam, what phrafeis this, 
 he heares with eare ? why it is affectations, 
 
 Fal. Pistel,did youpicke M. Stenders purfe ? 
 
 Slen. I,by thefe glovesdid hee,or I would I might ne- 
 ver come in mine owne great chamber againe elie, of 
 feaven groatesin Mill-lixpences,and two Edward Shovel- 
 boords,that coft me two fhilling and twopence a peece, 
 of Yead Miller : by thefe gloues. ; 
 
 Fat. \s this true Pstoll ? 
 
 Evan, No, it is falfe, ifit isa pickepurfe. 
 
 P:/t. Ha, thou Mountaine Forreiner : Sir Joh», and 
 Matter mine, I combat challenge of this Latine Bilboe : 
 word of denyal] in thy /abras here; word of deniall, froth, 
 and fcum thou lyeft. 
 
 Sien. By thefe gloves,then twas he. 
 
 Nym, Beavis dfir, and pafle good hymours;_ I will 
 fay macry trap with you,if yourunnethe nut-hookes hu- 
 mour on me,that is the very note of it. 
 
 Sten. By this Hat, then hein the red. face had at : for 
 though I cannotremember what I did when you made 
 me drunke, yet I ammnot altogether an Affes 
 
 Fal; What fay you Scarlet and Joba? # 
 
 Bar. Why fir (for my part) Tfay the Gentleman had 
 drunke himfelfe ont of his five fentences. 
 
 Evans. iv is hisfive fenfes : fie, what the ignorance is. 
 
 Bar. And being fap,fir,was(asthey fay) cafheer'd; and 
 fo conclufions paft the Car-cires. : 
 
 ry 
 
 The merry W ives of Windjor. 
 
 Shal. Ifit beconfeffed, it 1s not redrefled ; is not that [ 
 
 thento : but ‘tis no mate 
 liveagaine,but in honeft, | — 
 ricke: if 1 be drunke, He | 
 the feare of Gods and not | ™ 
 
 Sten. I, you fpake in Latine 
 ter; Ilenere be drunke whilftl 
 civill,godly company for this t 
 be drunke with thofe that have 
 
 with drunken knaves. es 
 Evan. Sogot-udge me,that is a vertuous fhind, 
 
 Fai, You heare all thefe matters deny’d , Gentlemen | 
 you heare it. : j ma 
 y M: Page. Nay daughter > carry the Wine in, wee If fa 
 drinke within: 3 
 
 Sheu. Oh heaven: Thisis Miftris Anne Page. , 
 
 M'.Page. How now Miftris Ford ? 
 
 Fal, Mittris Ford,by my troth you are very well met: 
 by your leave good Miftris. A. 
 
 A'.Page. Wite,bid thefe Gentlemen welcome:come, 
 we havea hot Venifon Pafty to dinner ; Come gentle. | — 
 men,I hope we fhall drinke downe all unkindnefle. . | 
 
 Slen, Thadd rather then forty fhillings I had my booke | 
 of Songs and Sonnets here: How now Simple, where | — 
 have you beene ?. I muft waite on my felfe, muft 12 you | 
 have not the booke of Riddles about you,have you ? 
 
 Sim. Booke of Riddles , why did you not lend it to} 
 Alice Short-cake upon Alhallowmas laft,a fortnight afore 
 Michaelmas. 
 
 Shal, Come Coz,come,Coz,we ftay for you: aword | 
 with you Coz : marry this,Coz : there 1s as “twere atemt 
 der,akinde of tender, made‘a farre off by Sir Haugh heres} 
 doe you underftand me ? ine, Bree 
 
 Sten, I Sir,you fhail finde me reafonable; if it be fo, 
 
 I fhall doe that that is reafon, 
 
 Shalt, Nay,but underitand me. 
 
 Sten. So I doe Sir. 
 
 Evan, Giveeareto his motions ; (M Stender) I will 
 defeription the matter to you, if you be capacity oft. 
 
 Siem. Nay,I will doe as my Cofen Shallow {ayes 1 
 pray you pardon me,he’sa Iuftice of Peace in his Couns | 
 try,fimple though I ftand here. / 
 
 Evan, But that is not the queftion: the queftion is] 
 ccncerning your marriages me; 
 
 Shal. 1,there’s the pcint Sir. ‘| 
 
 Evan.Marry is it: the very point of it,to M.e4m.Page. | 
 
 Slen, Why if itbe fo ; 1 will marry berupon any rea» 
 fonable demands. 
 
 Eva, But can you effection the’o-man,letuscomarand | 
 to know that of yourmouth,or of yourlips: for divers} 
 Philofophers hold,that the lipsis parcell of the mouths | | 
 i ptecifely,can you marry your good wiliro the} — 
 maid ? a 
 
 Shal.Cofen Abraham Slender can youlove her ? a 
 
 Slen. 1 hope fir,1 will doe as it fhall become one that 
 would doe reafon, ; 
 
 Evan.Nay;got’s Lords and his Ladies, you mutt {peak } 
 polfitable,if you can carry-her your defires towards her. 
 
 Shat. That youmutft; 
 
 Will you(vpon good dowry) marry her? 
 . Slen. I will doea greater thing then that,upon your re= 5 
 queft(Cofen)in any reafon. 
 
 hal.Nay ,cohceive me,conceive me, ( {weet Coz: what 
 Idoe is topleafure you(Coz)can you love the Maide? 
 Slen. Iwill marry her (Sir)at your requefts bat if | — 
 there beno great love inthe beginning, yet Heaven may | 
 decreafe it ypon better acquaintance, when weare mar- 
 ryed, and have more occafion to know one another: L 
 hope See will grow more content: but if] — 
 you fay marry-her’, I will marry her, that Iam freely | 
 diffolved,and diffolutely. 2 peat 2 haan! ie 
 : _ Svan. Ie}. 
 
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 T be merry Wives of Windjor. 
 
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 Evan. It isa ferry difcretion anfwer: fave the fallisin 
 the ordjdiffolutely:the ort is(according to our meaning) 
 refolutely : his meaning is good, 
 
 Sh. 1,1 thinke my Cofen meant well. 
 
 St. I,or elfe | would I might be hang’(1a-) 
 
 Sh. Here comes faire Miltris Anne; would I were 
 yong for your fake,Miftris <sne. 
 
 ef». The dinner is onthe Table, my Father defire$ 
 your Worthips company. 
 
 Sh, 1 will waite on him,(faire Miftris Aone.) (Grace. 
 
 Evan. Od spletied will: I will not be abfenceat the 
 
 e4n, Wil’t pleafe your Worthip to come in, Sir ? 
 
 Sl. No, thanke you forfooth, heartily; am very well. 
 
 An. The dinner attends you fir. aa 
 
 St. Lam not a-hungry, I thanke you, forfooth: goe 
 Sirrha,for all youare my man , goe wait upon my Coftn 
 Shallow : aluttice of Peace fometime may be beholding 
 to his friend fora man; I keepe but three men anda Boy 
 yet,tili my Mother be dead: but what though, yet! live 
 apoore Gentleman borne. 
 
 an. | may not goe in without your Worfhip: they 
 will not fit till you come. 
 
 St. T faith, lie eate nothing: I thanke youas much as 
 though I did. — 
 
 An. I pray you fir walke in. 
 
 St. had rather walke here ( I thanke you ) I bruiz’d 
 may thin thother day, with playingat Sword and Dagger 
 witha Matter of Feace (three veneys for a dith of ftew’d 
 Prunes)and by my troth, L cannot abide the imell of hot 
 meate fince. Why doe your dogs barke fo? be there 
 Beares ith’ Towne ? 
 
 An. I thinke there are,Sir,I heard them talk’d of. 
 
 S/.1 love the {port well,but I thal.asfoon quarreilat it, 
 as any man in England: you are afraid if you feethe Beare 
 loofe,are you not ? 
 
 en. Lindeed Sir. 
 
 S/. That's meat aad drinke tome now : I have feene 
 Sackerfon loofe twenty times,and have taken bim by the 
 Chaine : but (1 warrant yoa) the women have fo cride 
 and fhrekt at it, that it paft : But wemen indeed cannot 
 abide ‘em, they are very ill-favour’d rough thingse 
 
 Ma:Pa.Come gentle M. Slender,come:we ftay for you. 
 _ St. Me eat nothing,I thanke you fir. 
 
 Ma.Pa. By cocke and pye you hall not choofe Sir ? 
 come,come. 
 
 Si, Nay,pray you Jead the way. 
 
 Ma Pa. Come onSir. 
 Si. Miftris Ane ,your felfe fhall goe firtt. 
 
 An, Not'l Sir,pray you keepeon. 
 
 Sé. Truely I willnot goe firft : truely-la: I will not 
 doe youthat wrong. 
 
 An. I pray you Sir. 
 
 $1. We rather be unmannerly then troublefome > you 
 doe your felfe wrong indeed-la. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Evans and Simple. 
 Evan.Goe your wayes andaske of Dottor (uins houfe, 
 which is the way ; and there dwels one Miftris Quickly , 
 
 | whichis in the manner of his Nurfe;or his dry-Nurfe;or 
 
 his Cooke;or bis Laundry his Wafher,and his Ringer. 
 Sim. Well Sir. 
 
 . Evans.Nay, itis petter yet : give her thisletter ; for it is 
 a oman that altogethers acquaintance with Mifiris e~nne 
 Page ; and the Letter is to defire, and require her tofoli- 
 cite your Maftersdefires, toMiliris e4nme Page : I pray 
 you be gone : I will make an end of my dinner ; there’s 
 Pippins and Cheefe to come. Exennt. 
 
 Sa te 
 
 Scena T ertia, 
 
 Enter Falitaffe,Hoft,Bardolfe,.N yn,Piftol,P ages 
 Fal. Mine Hoft ofthe Garter ? 
 Ho. W hat fayes my Buily Rooke? {peake Schollerly, 
 and wifely. 
 Fal, Tiuely mite Hoft ; I muft turne away fome of 
 
 _ my followers. 
 
 Ho, Difcard, (Bully Hercales)catheere;let them wag ; 
 trot,trot. : 
 
 Fal, 1 fitat. ten poundsa weeke. 
 
 Ho, Thou'rt an Emperour ((¢/ar,Kei(ar and Pheazar) 
 I willentertaine Bardolfe : he wili draw, he will tap , laid 
 I we'l( Bully He@or?) 
 
 Fa. Doe tofgood mine Hof.) 
 
 Ho. \ have tpoke,let him foliow : let me fee thee froth, 
 and live : lam at a word : follow. 
 
 Fa. Bardolfe follow him,a Tapfter isa good trade : an 
 old Cloake makes a new Ierkin: a wither'd Servingman, 
 a freth Tapster,ooe,adieu. 
 
 Ba. It isa lite that I have defir’d : I will thrive, 
 
 Pf. O bale hungarian wight : wilt } the Spigot weild. 
 
 NNi.He was gotten in drink:is not the humor céceited. 
 
 Fa. 1am glad lam fo acquit of this Tinderbox : his 
 Thefts were too open : his filehing was like an unskilfull 
 Singer,he kept not time, 
 
 Xs. The good humour is to fteale at a minutes reft. 
 
 Py. Convey the wife it call : Steale? foh: a fico for 
 the phrafe. 
 
 Fa. Well firs,I am almoft out at heeles. 
 
 Psst. Why then let Kibes enfue. 
 
 Fal, There isno remedy:] muft conicatch,} mutt fhift. 
 
 Pit. Yong Ravens muit have food. 
 
 Fal. Which of you know Ford of this Towne? 
 
 Pst, Iken the Wight,he is of fubftance good, 
 
 Fal. My honeft Lads, will teil you what I am about. 
 
 Pit. Two yards and more. 
 
 Fal. No quips now Piffod: (Indeed I am in the W afte 
 two yardsabout: butI am now about no wafte; lam 
 about thrift briefely : Idoe meane to make love to Fords 
 wife I {pie entertainment in her : fhee difcourfes: the 
 carves : fhe gives the leere of invitation: I canconftrue 
 the action of her familiar ftile,and the hardeft voice of her 
 behavior(to be englifh'd rightly is, / am fir lohn Falftafs, 
 
 Piff. He hath ftudied her will;and tranflated her will ; 
 out of honefty into Englifh. 
 
 Ni. The Anchor is deepe : will that humour paffe ? 
 
 Fal, Now,the report goes, fhe hasall the rule of ‘her 
 husbands Purfe: he hatha legend of Angels. 4-4. 
 
 Pift. As many divelsentertaine : and to her SOptay 1. 
 
 Ni. The tumor rifes : it is good: humor me the aggels. 
 
 Fal. Ihave writ me here a letter to her:and ci ta 
 ther to Pages wite, who even now gave me good eyes 
 too; examind my parts with moft judicious ilisads: fome- 
 times the beame of her view, guidedmy foot : fome- 
 times my portly belly. 
 
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Pift, Then did the Sun on dung-hill fhine. 
 Ni. Ithanketheeforthat humour. ' 
 Fal, O fhe did {fo courfe o’re my exteriors with fach 
 a greedy intention,that the appetite of her eyes did feeme 
 to fcorch meup like a burning-glaffe : here’s another 
 letter to her : She beares the Purfe too : She isa Region 
 in Guiana: all goldand bounty : I will bee Cheators to 
 them both, and they fhall be Exchequers to mec : they 
 fhall be my Eaftand Welt Indies , and I will trade to 
 them both ; Goe,beare thou thisletter to Miftris Page ; 
 and thou thisto Miftris Fard: wee will thrive(Lads)wee 
 will thrive. 
 Pift. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become; 
 And by my fide weare Stecle? then Lasifer take alle 
 ‘Ni. I will runno bafe humour : here take the humour- 
 Letter 31 will keepe the haviour of reputation. 
 Fal, Hold Sirsha,beare you thefe Lettersrightly, 
 Saile like my Pinnaffe to thefe golden fhores- 
 Rogues, hence,avaunt,vanifh like haile-ftones ; goe, 
 Trudge; plod away oth’hoofe,feeke fhelter,packe : 
 FalStaffe will iarne the honour of the age, 
 French-thrift,you Rogues,my felfe,and skirted Page. 
 Pift, Let Vultures gtipe thy guts ; for gourd , and 
 Fullam holds:& high and low beguiles therich & poore, 
 Tefter lie have in Pouch when thou fhaltlacke, 
 Bafe Phrygian Tarke, 
 Ni. Ihave operations, 
 Which be humours.of revenge. 
 Pit. Wilt thou revenge ? 
 Ni. By, Welkin, and ber Starre. 
 iff. With wit,or fleele ? 
 Ni. With both the humongs,I« 
 I will difcuffe the humour of this Love to Forde 
 - Pis#t, And Ito Page fhall eke unfold 
 How Falftaffie (Varlet vile) 
 His Dove will prove ; his gold will hold, 
 
 ] And his foft couch defile. 
 
 Ni« My humour fhall not coole ; I will incenfe Ford 
 todeale with poyfon: EF will poffeffe him with yellow- 
 neffe,for the revolt of mine is dangerous : that is my true 
 humour. 
 
 Pit. Thouart the Adars of Male-conrents: 1 fecond 
 thee : troope on. Exennt, 
 
 Scana Quarta. 
 
 Enter Mifiris Quickly Simple Joba Rugby, Dettor 
 ' Caius Fenton, 
 
 Qu. What, ohn Rugby, Upray thee goe to the Cafe. 
 
 ment, and fee if you can {ee my Mafter , Mafter Doéor 
 
 (sins comming : if he doe ( T’faith )and finde any body in 
 the houfe ; here will bean old abufing of Gods patience 
 and the Kings Englifh. , 
 
 Rx. Ue goe watche 
 
 Qu. Goe,and we'll have a Poffet for't fooneat night, 
 {in faith) at the latter end of a Sca-coale-fire : An honeft, 
 willing ,kinde fellow,as ever fervant fhall come in houfe 
 withall: and I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed- 
 bate : his worft faultis, that he is given to prayer; heis 
 fomething peevifh that way : but no body but has his 
 fault : but let:that paffe. Peter Simple, you fay your 
 Name 1S. 
 
 The merry Wives of Windjor. 
 
 | Vere isdat knave Rugby ? 
 
 $s.~1, for fault of a better. 
 Qu. And Mafter Sdender's your Mafter? ‘ 
 Si. Lforfooth. r 
 #. Doe’s he not weare a great round Beard, likeg 
 Glovers pairing-knife ? ; 
 Si. No forfooth : he hath but a little wee-face ;_ with 
 alittle yellow Beard: a Cain¢-colour’d Beard. ha 
 Qu. A foftly-fprighted man,ts he not? 
 Si. 1 forfooth : buthe is as tall a man of his hands, as 
 any is betweene thisand his head: he hath feught with 
 
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 Qs. I forfooth ile fetch it you : 
 lam glad he went not inhimfelfe: if he had found the | 
 yong man,he would have beene horne mad. 
 
 Ca. Fesfefe,fe,moi foi,stfait for ehando , Ie man voi ale) 
 Court la grand affaires. i oho 
 
 22m. 1s it this Sir? 
 
 Ca. Ony,metee le an mon pocker de-peech quickly : 
 
 Qs. What lobn Rugby, John? 
 Re. Here fir, 
 Ca. You are John Rugby, and you are Iacke Rugby : 
 — stake a-your Rapier and come after my hecle tothe 
 ourte 
 Ru. ’Tis ready fir,here in the Porch. 3 a 
 (a. By my trot I tarry too long: od’s-me: 9we ay ie 
 oublie ; dere is fome Simples inmy Cloffet, dat] wilinot | | 
 for the varld I fhall leave behind. te 
 Qu. Ay-me,he’ll find the yong man there,and be made | 
 (4. O Diable,Diable : vat is in my Cloffer? 
 Villanie,La-roone : Kegby,my Rapier. 
 Qs. Good Mafter be content. 
 Ca, Wherefore fhould I be content-a 2 
 Qu. The yong man is an honeft man, 2 
 ; (4. What thal] de honeft man doin my Cloffet : dere. 
 is no honeft man dat fhall come in my cloffer. 
 Qs. Ibeféech you be not foflegmaticke: heare'the} 
 = ofit. Hecame of an errand to mee from Parfon | 
 ugh. 
 Ga. Vell. 
 Si. I forfooth,to defire herto———= 
 Qs. Peace,I pray you. 
 Ca, Peace-a-your-tongue : {peake-a-your Tale, 1. 
 Si, To defire this honeft Gentlewoman (your Maid) | 
 tofpeakea good werd to Miftris Anne Page, for my Max | ; 
 ey ger) of; a 
 #, This is all indeed-la: but ile ne a 
 inthe fire,and need not, oe fiages a 
 Ca. Sir Hugh fend-a-you? Rugby, ballow mee fome} _ 
 Paper ¢ tarry youa littell-a-while. tea 
 
 Se if 
 
Qui. Lam glad heis foquiet : if he had been throngh- 
 ly moved, you fhould have heard him fo loud,and fo me- 
 lancholly ; but notwithftanding man , Ile dee for your 
 Matter what good I can :andthe very yea, and the to is, 
 | the French Doctor my Matter, (I may call him my Ma- 
 fter, looke you, for I keepe his houfe ; and 1 wath,ring, 
 brew, bake,{cowre,dreffe meatand drinke,make the beds, 
 and doe alt my felfe.) Pa Bs 
 ; Sim. “Tis a gceat charge to come under one bodies 
 
 and. : 
 
 Qi, Are yona-vis'do’that? you fhall find it a great 
 charge : and tobe up early,anddowne late: but notwith- 
 ftanding,(to tell you in your eare,1 would have no words 
 Page: butnotwithftanding chat I know Ans mind that’s 
 neither heere nor there. 
 
 Cas, You, Iack’Nape : givie-'athis Letter to Sir Hugh, 
 by garitisa fhallenge : I will cut his troat in de Parke, 
 and I will teach a {curvy Iack-a-nape Prieft to meddle,or 
 make ; —you may be gon : it is not good you tarry here: 
 by garI willcut all his two ftones: by gar, hee (hall 
 not havea ftone totrow at his dogge. 
 
 fui. Alas: he {peakes but for his friend. 
 
 Cag. It isnomatter'a ver dat: doe not you tell-a-me 
 dat I fhall have ednne Page for my {lfe? by gar, Ivill 
 killde Iack-Prieft: and I nave appointed mine Hoft of 
 de farteer to meafiure our weapon: by gar,I will my felfe 
 
 have Anne Page, 
 
 ui. Sir, the maid loves you, and all hall be well; We 
 mutt give folkes leave to prate ; what the good-jer. 
 
 Cas. Rugby, come to the Court with me: by gar, if 
 Ihave not Azse Page, I fhall turne your head out of my 
 dore : follow my heeles ,Rugby. 
 
 Qui. You thall have 42-fooles head-of your owne : 
 No,i know .4as mind for that : never a woman in Wind. 
 for knowes more of A#s mind then I doe, nor can doe 
 more then I'doe with her, Ithanke heaven. 
 
 ' Fenton. Who's within there, hoa ? 
 
 Qwi. Who’sthere, Itroa? Come neere the honfe I 
 pray you. 
 
 Fen. How now (good woman) how doft thou ? 
 
 fui. The better that it pleafes your good Worfhip 
 toaske ? 
 
 Fen. What newes ? how do’s pretty Miftris Anne ? 
 
 Qui. In truth Sir, and fhe is pretty, and honeft, and 
 gentle, and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by 
 the way, I praife heaven for it. 
 
 Fen. Shall I do any good rhinkft thou?fhall I not loofe 
 my fuit? 
 
 Qui. Troth Sir, allisinhis hands above: but not- 
 withftanding (Matter Fenton) Ile be {wore on a booke 
 thee loves you : havenot your Worfhip a wart above 
 your eye ? 
 
 Fen. Yes marry have I, what of that? 
 
 Qui, Well, thereby hangs a tale : good faith,it is fuch 
 ‘| another Na»; (but (1 deteft) an honeft maid as ever 
 broke bread : we had an honres talke ofthat wart; I 
 fhall never laugh but in that maids company : but (in- 
 deed) fhe is given too much to Allicholy and mufing, 
 but for you ——well—goe to———~= 
 
 Fen. Well : I thallfee her to day: hold, there’s mo- 
 ney for thee : Let me have thy voyee in my behalfe: if 
 thou feeft her before me, commend me. 
 
 Qui. Will 1? Iaith that we will: And I will tell 
 your Worfhip more of the Wart, the next’ time we have 
 confidence, and ofother wooers. 
 
 T be merry Wives of Windjor. 
 
 of it) my Matter hinifelfe isin love with Miftris efnne_ 
 
 43 
 
 Fen, Well, tarewell, 1am in great haite now. 
 
 Qui, Farewell to your Worfhip : truely an honeft Gen- 
 tleman : but ene loves him not: for I know ens 
 minde as wellas asother do’s: out upon’t : what have I | 
 forgot? 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Senate 
 
 eA ius fecundus : ScenaPrima, 
 
 Eater Miftris Page, Miftris Ford, Mafter Page, Mafler 
 ford, Fistok, Nim, Quickly, Host, Shallow. 
 
 (Mist. Page. What, have I fcap’d Love-letters in the 
 holly-day-time of my beauty, and ati I now a fubject for 
 them ? let me fee ? 
 
 Aske me no reafon why I love you, for though love ufe rede 
 fon for his precifian, be adwsits him not for his Counfailour ¢ 
 Jo are mot youg, no more am I: goe torhen, there's fimpathy : 
 yow are merry, foam 1; ha, ha, then there's more firpathy ; 
 Jou love Sacke and fo doe 1: would your defire better fimparhy ? 
 Let it fuffice thee (Adifiris Page) at the lealt sf she. Love of | 
 Sonldser can fuffice, that I love thee ; L will not Say pitty me, 
 “tas nat a Sonldser-like phraje ; but 1 fay, love me : ’ 
 
 By me, thine owne true K might, by day or night 3 
 
 Or any kind of light, with all bis might, 
 
 For thee te fight. lobe Falftaffe. 
 
 What a Herodof Inry is this? O wicked, wicked world: 
 One that is well-nye worne to peects with age 
 To fhow himtelfe a yong Gallant ?- What an unwayed 
 Behaviour hath this Flemith drunkard picke (with 
 The devills name) out of my converfation, that he dares 
 In this manner affay me ? why; he hath not beene thrice 
 In my Company : what fhould { fay to him ? Iwas then 
 Frugall of my mirth: (heaven forgive me:) why Ile 
 Exhibit a Billin the Parliament for the putting downe 
 of men : how fhallI be reveng’d on him? for reveng’d J 
 will be? as fire as his guts are made of puddings. 
 = Ford, Mistris Page,truft me, was going to your 
 onfe. 
 
 Myf. Page, And truft me, 1 was comming to youtyou 
 looke very ill. 
 
 Ui: Ford. Nay, Ilenere beleeve that ; I haveto fhew 
 tothe contrary, 
 
 CUsf. Page. ’Faith bat you doe in my mind. 
 
 Ma. Ford, Welk; 1 doe then: yet I fay, could thew 
 i to the contrary : O Miftris Page, give me fomecouns 
 
 aile. 
 Mf, Page. What's the matter, woman ? 
 
 Myf. Ford. O woman: if it were not for one trifling rey 
 {pect, I could come to fuch honor. Neg 
 
 Mif. Page. Hang the trifle (woman) take the honor ; 
 what is it? difpence with trifles : what is it? 
 
 Mf. Ford. \f 1 would but goc to hell, for an eternal} 
 moment, or fo : I could be knighted. " it 
 
 Mi. Page. What thoulieft ?Sir e4lice Ferd? thefe 
 Knights will hacke, and fo thou fhouldft not alcer the ar- 
 ticle of thy Gentry. 
 
 Mif. Ford, We burne day-light ; beere, read, read : 
 perceive how I might be knighted, I fhall thinke. the 
 worfe of fat men, aslong as I have an cye to make diffes 
 rence of mens liking ;and yet hee would not fweate: 
 praife 
 
 ne, 
 
orderly and wel- 
 that I would have 
 to the truth of 
 
 praife womens modefty : and gave fuch 
 behaved ——- toall arsenal 
 is difpofition would have gou 
 pecan ; bier they doe no more adhere and keepe place 
 together,thea the hundred Pfalmesto the tune of _— 
 {veties : What tempeft (Itroa) threw this hoc we 
 fo many Tuns of oyle in his belly) afhoare at Ws a 
 How fhall I'be revenged on him ? I thinkethe belt way 
 were to entertaine himn with hope, till the wicked fire © 
 jut Have melted him in his owne greace :Did you ever 
 heare the like ? 
 Mif. Page. Letter for letter; but that the a of 
 Page and Ford ditferstothy great comfort inthismylery 
 of il opionions, heer’s the twyn-brother of thy een ; 
 but let thineinherit firft, fori proteft mine never fhall : 
 Twartant he hath a thoufand of thefe Letters: writ with 
 blancke-{pace for different names ( fue more ) and thefe 
 are of the fecond edition:he will print them out of doubt: 
 for hecaresnot what he puts into the prefic, when hi 
 would: put us two :1 had rather be a Giantefle, andlye 
 under Mount Pelion ; Well , I will find youtwenty latci- 
 vious Turtles ere one chatte man. 3 
 Mif, Ford. Why this isthe very fame: the very hand: 
 the very words what doth he thinike of us ? 
 CMif. Page, Nay I know not : it makes me almoft rea- 
 dy to wrangle with mine owne honefty: le oo 
 my felfelikeone that Lam not acquainted withall: for 
 fure unleffe he know fome ftraine in me, that I know 
 not my feife, he would never have boorded me in this 
 fury. 
 Mil Ford. Boording, cali youit? Ile be fureto keepe 
 hitmaboue decke. 
 Ma(. Page. So willT:ifhe come under my hatches, 
 Ilenever to Sea'againe : Let’s be reveng’d .on him, let's 
 appoint him ameeting :give hima fhow of comfort in 
 his Suir, and lead him on witha fine baited delay, till he 
 hath pawn’d his horfes to mine Hoft of the Garter. 
 Ai. Ford: Nay, l will conient to act any villany a- 
 gainfthim, that may notfully thecharineffe of our ho- 
 nefty + oh that my husband faw this Letter : it would give 
 éternall food to his jealoufie, 
 Mi. Page. Why looke where he comes ; and my good 
 man too : hee’s as farre from jealoufie, as1am from gi- 
 ving him caufe, and that ({ hope) isan uameafurable di- 
 ftance. 
 Mif. Ford. You are the happier woman, : 
 Mif. Page. Let's confult together againft this greafie 
 Knight : Come hither. 
 Ford. Well:1 hope, it be not fo, 
 Pit. Hope isa curtall-dog in {ome affaires : 
 Sir Jobs affets thy wife. 
 Ford. Why fir, my wife is not yong. 
 Pift.He wooes both high and low,both rich and poor, 
 both yong and old, one with another (Ford) he loves thy 
 Gally-mawfiy (Ford) perpend. 
 Ford. Love my wite? 
 Pi. With liver, burning hot : prevent : 
 Or goe thou like Sir A@eonhe, with ; 
 ‘Ring-wood at thy heeles : O, odious is the name, 
 Ford. What name Sir? 
 ?éf. The horne I fay : Farewell : 
 Take heed, have open eye, for theevesdoe foot by night. 
 Take heed,ere fommer comes, or Cuckoo-birds doe fing. 
 | Away fir Corporall Nim : ; 
 Beleeve it (Page) he{peakes fence. 
 Ford. I willbe pati¢nt : I will find ont this; 
 
 - Themerry Wives of Windjor- 
 
 aye 
 i 
 
 im. And this is true : like not the humor of lying: | 
 
 he Ben wronged me in fome humors: I fhould have h 
 borne the humour’d Letter to her : but] havea fwords 
 and it fhall bite upon my neceffity : he lovesyour wife ; | 
 There’s the fhort, and the long: My name is Corporall 
 im : L {peake, and I avouch; ’tis true: my name is Noms | 
 and Falfaffeloves your wife : adicu, I love not the Ba 
 mour of bread and cheeefe: adieu. _ j oe 
 Fage. The humour of it (quoth’at ) heer'sa fellow 
 frights Eng \ifh out of his wits. . 
 Ford. 1 will feeke out Falfaffe. — i gk 
 Page. I never heard fucha drawling affecting rogue. |” X 
 Ford. If Idoe find it: well, ie 
 Page. I will not beleeve fuch a Cataian, though the 
 Price ft o’th’ Towne commended him for a true man. 
 Ford. “Twasa good fenfible fellow : wells 
 
 ie’ 
 , 
 
 Page. Hownow Meg? 4 
 Mi: Page. Whither goeyou (George 7) harke you. ‘ 
 My. Ford. How now ({west Franke) whyart thoume:| 
 lancholy ? ; 
 Ford, 1 melancholy? 1 am not melancholy : 
 Get you home, goe. t. 
 Mis. Ford.Faith,thou haft fome crochets in thy head. | 
 Now : will you goe, Adsitris Page? hoe 
 e1i/. Page. Have with you: you'll come to dinner} 
 George? Looke who comes yonder : fhe fhall be our | 4 
 
 | ae 
 
 Meffenger to this paltry Knight. 
 My. F ord. Trutt me, [thought on her : thee'll fit it. } 
 Mif. Page. Youare come toice my daughter e4mne? | 
 Qwi. I torfooth: and I pray how do’s good Miftreffe | 
 enne? e) 
 
 if. Page. Goe in with us and fee: we have an houres |} 
 talke with you. a 
 Page. How now Malter Ferd. 
 Ford. You heard what this knave told me,did you not? 
 Page. Yes, and you heard what the other told me ? 
 Ford. Doe you thinke there is truth in them ? 
 Page. Hang em flaves : 1 doe not thinke the Knight } 
 would offer it, But thefe that accufe him in his intent to- } 
 Wards our Wives, area yoake of his difcarded men: ve- 
 ry rogues, now they be out of fervice. 
 Ford. Were they his men ? 
 Page. Marty were they. 
 Ford. Like it never the better for that, 
 Do's he lyeat the Garter 7 
 Page. I marry do’shee: if hee fhouldintend this véy- | 
 age toward my wife, I would turne her loofe to him; 
 and what he gets more of her, then fharpe words, let it | 
 lye on my head. ; 
 Ford. I doenot mifdoubt my wife: but I would bee } 
 loath to turne them together: aman may be too confi= 
 dent: I would have nothing lye on my head : I cannot 
 be thus fatisfied. pe 
 Page. Looke where my ranting-Hoft of the Garter} 
 comes: there is either liquor inhis pate, or mony in his| 
 ps when he lookes fo merrily: How now mine 
 
 oft 3 . “bom 
 Hof. How now Bully-Rooke ; thou’rt a Gentleman } 
 Caveleiro Iuftice, I fay. - 4's Te 
 Shal. 1 follow , (mine Hoft) follow: Good-even, | 
 and twenty (good Matter Page.)Mafter Page, will yougo | 
 Withus? we have fportin hand. a 
 
 Hef. Tell him Caveleiro-Inftice: tell him Bully-| 
 Rooke. 1a 
 Shat. Sir, there isa fray tobe fought, betweene Sir} _ 
 Hugh the Welch Prieft, and (aéus the French Do@or. } 
 _Ferd.Good | — 
 
ea 
 ae . 
 
 Ford. Good mine Hoft o’th’Garter : a word with you. 
 
 Hoff, What fait thou, my Bully-Rooke ? 
 
 Shai, Will you goe with usto behold iv?, My merry 
 Hoft hath had the meafuring of their weapons ;and (1 
 thinke) hath appointed them contrary places:for(beleeve 
 me) i heare the Parfon isno Ieiter: harke, I wiiltell you 
 what our {port fhall be. 
 
 Host. Haft thou no fuitagainft my Knight ? my gueft- 
 Cavaleire ? 
 
 Shal. Noue,Iproteft:but Ie give youa pottle of burn’d 
 Sacke, to give me recourfe to him,and tell him my name 
 is Broome : onely for a jelt. ; 
 
 Hoft. My hand, (Bully:) thou fhalt have egreffe and 
 regrefle, ( faid I well? ) andthy name fhall be Broome. It 
 isa merry Knight: will you goc An-heires ? 
 
 Shal, Have with you mine Holt. Sal 
 
 Page. I have heardthe French-man hath good skill int 
 his Rapier. 
 
 Shai, Tut fir I could have told you more: In thefe 
 times you ftand on diftances your Paffes, Stoccado’s, and 
 I know not what :’tis the heart (Malter Page)’tis heere, 
 tis heere : 1 have feene the time, with my long-fword, 
 I would have made you fonre tall fellowes skip like 
 Rattes. 
 
 Hoff. Heere boyes, heere, heere.: fhall we wag ? 
 
 Page. Have with you s I had rather heare them {cold, 
 then fight. 
 
 Ford. Though Pagebe a fecure foole, and ftands fo 
 firmely on his wives frailty 5 yet, I cannot put-off my o- 
 pinion {o eafily : fhe wasin his company at Pages:houfe : 
 
 and what they madethere.I know not-Well,i wil looke 
 farther into’t, and I haveadifguife, to found Falftaffe;if 
 I find her honeft , I lofe not my labour : if fhe be other- 
 wile, ‘tis labour well beftowed, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 ne er ctererncine a 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 _ ee! 
 
 Enter Falstaffe, Piftoll, Robin, Quickly, Bardolffe , 
 Fora. 
 
 Fal. I willnot lend thee.a penny. 
 Psf. Why then the world’s mine Oyfter, which I, 
 with {word will open. 
 
 fhould lay my countenance to pawne : [have grated up- 
 on my good ‘friends for three Repreeves for you, and 
 your Coach-fellow Wim ; or elfe you had look’d through 
 the grate, like aGeminy of Baboones: I am damn’d in 
 hell, for {wearing to Gentlemen my friends, you were 
 good Souldiers, and tall-fellowes. And when Miftrefle 
 Briger loft the handle of her Fan, I took’t upon mine ho- 
 nourthou hadftitnor. . 
 
 Pift. Didit not thou fhare? hadft thou not fifteene 
 pence? ae ie 
 
 Fal. Reafon, you roagnesteaton : thinkft thou Ile en- 
 danger my foule, gratis ? ata word, hang no mote about 
 mee, I am no gibbet for you: goe, a fhort knife, anda 
 throng, to your Mannor of Picke-hatch: goe, you'll not 
 beare a Letter for me you roague ? you {tand upon your 
 honor : why, (thow-unconfinable bafenefle) it is as much 
 as I candeeto keepetheterme of my honor precife I, 
 T, I my felfefometimes; leaving the feare ef heavenon 
 
 The merry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 t he left hand, and hiding mine honor in my neceffity,am 
 faine to fhuffle : to hedge, and to lurch, and yet, you } 
 Rogue, willen-{conce your rages; your Cat-a-Moun- 
 taine-lookes, your red-lattice phrafes, and your bold- 
 beating-oathes, under the fhelter of your honor ? you will 
 notdoe it? you? 
 
 Fal, Nota penny: I have beene content (Sir) you 
 
 45 
 
 Psst, I doe relent : what would thou more of man ? 
 Rob. Sir, here’s a woman would {peake with you. 
 Fal. Let her approach. 
 
 Qui. Give your worfhip good morrow. 
 
 Fal. Good-morrow, good-wife. 
 
 Qui. Not fo and't pleate your worthip, 
 
 Fal. Good maid then. 
 
 ui. Le be fworne, 
 
 Asmy mother was the firft houre I was borne. 
 
 Fal. 1 doe beleeve the {wearer ; what with me # 
 Qui. Shall-I vouchfafe your worlhip a word, or 
 
 two? 
 
 Fal. Two thoufand( faire woman )and ile vouchfafe thee 
 
 the hearing. 
 
 Qui. There is one Miftreffe Ford, (Sir) I pray comea 
 
 little neerer this wayes: J my felfe dwell with M.Doctor 
 
 Caius, 
 Fal. Well, on; Miltrefle Ford, you fay. 
 isi» Your worhhip fayes very true; I pray your wore 
 
 fhip come alittle neerer this wayes. 
 
 Fal. 1 warrant thee, no body heares : mine owne peo- 
 ple, mine owne people. 
 
 Qui. Are they fo? heaven bleffe them, and make them 
 his fervants: 
 
 Fal. Well ; Miftrefle Ford, what of her ? 
 
 Qui, Why, Sir thee’s a good creature; lord, lord, 
 your Worfhip’sa wanton : well, heaven forgive you,and 
 all of us,I pray : 
 
 Fal. Miltreffe Ford ; come, Miftrefle Ford. 
 
 Qui. Marry this isthe fhort, and the long of it : you 
 have brought her into fuch a Canaries, as "tis wonder- 
 full ; the beft Courtier of them all (vehen the Conrt lay 
 at Windfor) could never have brought her to fiich a Ca- 
 nary : yet there has beene Knights, and Lords, and Gen- 
 tlemen, with their Coaches ; I wagrant you.Coach after 
 Coach, letter after letter,gift after gift,{melling fo {weet- 
 ly ; all Muske, andforufhling, I warrant you, in filke 
 and gold, and in fuch alligant termes, and in {uch wine 
 and f{uger of the beft, and the. faireft, that would have 
 wonne any womans heart : and 1 warrant you, they could 
 never get an eye- winke of her: Thad my ‘elfe twenty 
 Angels given me this morning, but I detfie all Angels (in 
 any fuch fort,as they fay) but inthe way of honefty: and 
 I warrantyou, they could never get her fo mizch as fippe 
 on a cup withthe prowdeft of them all, and yetthere has 
 beene Earles’: nay, (which is more) Pentioners, but I 
 warrant you allis one with her. 
 
 Fal. But wht {ayes fheto me ? be briefe niy good thee- 
 Mercury. 
 
 Qui. Marry, fhe hath receiv’d your Letter: for the 
 which fhethankes you a thoufaud times ;and fhe gives 
 you to notifie, that her husband will be abfence from his 
 honfe, betweene ten and eleven, 
 
 Fal. Ten, and eleven. 
 
 Qui. 1, forfooth : andthen you may come and {ce the 
 pidure (the fayes) that you wot of: Mafter Ford her huf- 
 band willbefrom home :alas; the {weet woman leades 
 anill life with him : hee’sa very jealoufie-man; fhe leads 
 a very frampold life with him, (good hast.), : 
 
Woman, commend me'to her, I will not faile her. a 
 Qui. Why, you fay well : But have another mefien- 
 ger toyour worthip : Miftre le Page hath her hearty com 
 mendations to youtoo ; and let me tell you in your eare, 
 fhee’s as fartuous a civil] modeft wife,and one (I tell you) 
 that willnot miffe you morning nor evening prayer, as 
 any is inWindfor, who ere bethe other: and the bade me 
 tell your worfhip , that her husband is feldome from 
 home,but fhe hopes there will comea time. I never knew 
 a woman fo doate npona man ;_farely I thinke you have 
 charmes, la : yes intruthe ; : 
 Fal. NotI, I affure thee ; fetting the attraction of my 
 good partsafide, 1 haveno other charmes. 
 Qa. Bleifing on your heart for't. ; 
 Fal. But J pray thee tell me this : has Fords wife, and 
 Pages wife acquainted each other,how they love me? _ 
 
 Qui. That werea jelt indeed: they have not fo little 
 grace I hope, that were a tricke indeed: But Miftris Page 
 would defire you to fend her your little Page of ailloves : 
 her husband has a marvellous infection to the little Page: 
 and truely Mafter Page isan honeft man : never a wife in 
 Wirdfor cadesa better life then fhe do’s : doe what fhe 
 will, fay what fhewill, takeall, pay all, goe to bed when 
 fhe liit, rife when the lift, all is asthe will : and truely the 
 deferves it; for ifthere be a kind woman in Windfor, fhe 
 is one: you muft fend hex your Page, noremedie. 
 
 Fal. Why, I will. 
 
 Qu. Nay, butdoe fo then, and looke you, he may 
 come and gue betweene you both sand in any cafe have 
 a nay-word, that you may know one anothers mind, and 
 the Boy neverneed tounderftand any thing ; for ’tis not 
 good that children fhould know any wickedneffe s old 
 folkes you know, have difcretion, as they fay, and knew 
 the world. 
 
 Fal.Fare thee-well,commend me tothem both: there’s 
 my purfe, Iamyet thy debter : Boy,gocalong withthis 
 woman , thisnewesdittra@s me. 
 
 Fis. This Puncke is one of Cupids Carriers, 
 
 Clap on more failes, puriue : pp with your fighrs.; 
 Give fire : fhe is my prize, or Occan whcline themall. 
 
 Fal. Saift thou fo(old /ack:) goc thy wayes ; Ilemake 
 moreofthy old body then I have done: will they yer 
 lookeafter thee ? wilt thou after the expence of fo much 
 money, be nowa gainer ? good body, Ithankethee : let 
 them fay ’tis groflely done, {0 itbe fairely done, no mat- 
 ter. 
 
 Bar. Sir Tokn, there’s one Mafter Broome below would 
 faine fpeake with you, and be acquainted with you; and 
 hath {ent you worfhip a mornings di aught of Sacke. 
 
 Fal, Broome is his name? 
 
 Bast. ISir. ‘ 
 
 Fal. Call him in : fuch Breomes are welcome to me, 
 that ore’ owes fuch liquor: ah, ha, Miftrefle Ford and 
 Miltrefie Page, have I encompaffed you ? ZOetO, Via. 
 
 Ford. ’Bleife you fir. 
 
 _ Fal. And you fir : would you fpeake with me? 
 
 Ford. 1 make bold, to prefle, with folittle preparation 
 upon you. 
 
 Fal. You'r welcome, what’s your will ? give us leave 
 Drawer. 
 
 Ford. Sit, lama Gentleman that haye {pent much,my 
 name is Broonse, 
 
 Fel. Good Mafter Broome, 1 defire more acquaintance 
 of you. ; 
 
 Ford. Good Sir leba, Vfuefor yours: not to charge 
 you, for I mutt let you underftand, 1 thinke my felte in 
 
 The merry Wives of Windjor. 
 
 isthe heart of my purpofe: youare-a Gentleman of exs} ff 
 - cellent breeding , admirable difcourfe, of great admit-| 
 
 better plight for a Lender, then you are :the w hich hath | 
 fomething emboldned me to this unfeafon'd intrnfion : |) 
 for they fay, if money goc before, ail wayes doe lye wi te 
 en. . : arian 
 P Fak Money isa good Souldier (Sir) and willon. = i 
 Ford. Troth, and] havea bag of money heere troms 
 bles me : if you will helpeto beareit (Sir eh) takevall,” 
 or haife, for cafing me ot the carriage. 
 Fal. Sir, know not how I may deferve to be your 
 Porter. : re shee ; 
 Ford, I will tellyou fir, ifyou will give mee the hear 
 ring. se Of 4 
 i Fal. Speake (good Mafter Broome) I fhall be gladtobe | 
 our fervant. a 
 , Ford. Sir, I heare you are a Scholler : (1 will be briefe |) 
 with you) and you have beene a man long knowne tome, ” 
 though I had never fo good meanesas delire,to makemy 
 felfe acquainted with you. I fhall difcovera thing to you, |) x 
 whercin E mutt very much lay open mine owne imperfes | 
 ction : but (good Sir John).as you have one eye upon my} 
 follies, as you heare them unfolded, turne another into | 
 the Regifter of your owne, that I may paffe with a te fr 
 proofe theeafier, {ith you your felfe know how cafieit bs 
 18to be fuch an offender. ‘oe 
 Fal. Very well Sir, proceed. : 
 Ford. There is a Gentlewoman io this. Towne, her } 
 husbands name is Ford. tog 
 Fal. Well Sir. be slag 
 Ford. \ have longlov’d her, and I proteft to you, be-| 
 {towed much on her : followed her with a doating obs} 
 fervance: Ingrofs'd opportunities to meete ber: fee'dee | 
 very flight occafion that could but nigardly give mee | 
 fight of her : not onely bought many prefents to give her, ‘ 
 but have given largely to many , to. know what fhee seo 
 would have given: briefely, 1 have purfu'dher, as Love | 
 hath purfued me, which hath beene on the wing of all | 
 occafions: but whatfoever I have merited, either in my} 
 mind, or in-my meanes, meéde I am {ure Ihave received | 
 nonce, unlefle Experience bea Jewell, that I have purcha | 
 fed atan infinite rate,and that hath tanght me to fay this. 
 
 \ 
 
 ** Love like a (hadow flies, when (wbflance Love pur fies, 
 “ Prrfuing that that flies, and flying what purfues. 
 
 Steere 
 
 Fal. Have youreceiv’d no promife of fatisfa@ion at | 
 her hands? 
 
 Ford. Never. | i} 
 Fal. Have youimportun’d he? to fucha purpofe?.- | 
 Ford. Never. pein “ea 
 Fal. Of what quality was your love then > ta 
 Ford. Likea faire honfe,built on another mans ground, 1: ae 
 fo that I have loft my edifice, by miftaking the place,| 
 where I erected it. 
 Fat To what purpofe have you unfoldedthistome? | _ 
 Ferd. WhenI bave told you that,1 have told you all: } 
 Some fay, that though fhe appeare honeft tome, yetin | 
 other places the enlargeth hermirth fofarre, thac there } 
 1s {hrewd conftruction made of her. Now (Sir John’) here’ 
 
 andi 
 
 tance, authenticke in your place and perfon, generally | 
 aliow’d for your many war-like, court-like, and learned’ | 
 preparations. at @ 
 Fal OSir. + = 
 Ford, Beleeve it, for you know it: there is money, 
 fpendit, {pendir, {pend more ; {pend all } have, seal Hee 
 
 : _ give toa 
 PRISE nerIRE BSE oats 
 
give mefo'muchof your time in exchange of it, asto lay 
 an amiable fiege tothe honefty. of this Fords wife: ufe 
 your Artof woeing 5 win her to confent to you: if any 
 man may, you may asfooneas any. 
 
 Fal, Would icapply, well to the vehemency of your 
 affe@tion that I fhould win what you would enjoy 2° Me- 
 thinkes you prefcribe to yout felfe very prepoftcroufly. 
 
 Ford. O,underftand my drift: fac dwels fo fecurely 
 onthe excellency of her honor, that the folly of my foule 
 daresnot prefent it felfe ; fhe is too bright to be took’d 
 againfts Now, could come to; her with any. detection 
 in my hand-; my defires had inflance and argument to 
 commend themfélves; Icould drive her then’ from the 
 ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, 
 anda thoufand other herdefences, which now are too- 
 too ftrongely embattailcdagain{t me: what fay youtoo't, 
 
 Sir Jobx. : 
 
 Fal. Matter Broome, 1 will firftmake bold with your 
 money : next,give me your hand ; and Jaft,as Il ama Gen- 
 tleman, you fhall, if you will, enjoy Ferds wife. 
 
 Ford. Ogood Sir. | 
 
 Fal. Vfay you thall. 
 
 Ford, Want no money (Sir Zeb») you fhall want none. 
 | Fal. Want no MiftrefeFord( Aafter Broome) you thal 
 
 wantnone: I fhall be'with her (I may tell you) by her 
 owne appointment, evenas youcame into me, her affi- 
 ftant, or goe-betweene, parted from me : I fay I fhall_be 
 with her betweene ten and eleven:for at that time the jea- 
 lious-rafcally-knave her husband will be forth: come you 
 to me at night, you thall know how I fpeed. 
 
 Ford. Tam bleft in your acquaintance : doe youn know 
 Ford Sir? 
 
 Fal. Hang him (poore Cuckoldly knave) I know him 
 not: yet I wrong him to call him poore: They fay the 
 jealous wittelly-knave hath mafies of money, for the 
 
 _ which his wife feemes tome well-favourd. I willufe her 
 as the key of the Cuckold-rogues Coffer, and there’s my 
 harveft-home. ' 
 
 Ford, I would you knew Ferd, fir,that you might avoid 
 him, if you faw him. 
 
 "Fal, Hang him, mechanicall-falt-butter rogue ; 1 will 
 ftare him out of his wits : I willawe-him with my.cud- 
 
 Mafter Broome, thou fhalt know, I wil! predominate o- 
 ver the pezant, and thou fhalt lye with his wife. Come 
 tomefooneat night : Ford'sa knave, and I will agera- 
 vate his ftile ; thou( Mafter Broome) {halt know him for 
 knave, and Cuckold. Cometomefoonearnight. Exit. 
 
 Ford. What a damn’d Epicurian-Rafeall 1s this ? my 
 heart is ready.tocracke with impatience + who fayes this 
 isimprovident jealoufie? my wife bath fentto him, the 
 howre is fixt, the match ismade+ wouldany man have 
 thonght this ? fee the hell of having a falfe. woman: my 
 bed fhall beabus'd, my Coffers ranfackd, my reputati- 
 ongnawne at, and I’thall not onely receive this villanous 
 wrong, but f{tand under the adoption of abhominable 
 
 names: e4maimon founds well: Lucifer, well: Barbafon, 
 well : yet they are Divels additions the names of fiends : 
 But Cuckold, Wittoll, Cuckold? the. Divell himfelfe 
 hath not fixchaname. Page isan Affe,a fecure Affe 5 he 
 ‘willtruft his wife, he willnot be jealous s Iwill. rather 
 
 The merry Wives of Wmdfor. 
 
 gell zit fhall hang likea Meteor orethe Cuckolds hornes:: | 
 
 termes, and by him that does me,this wrong: Termes,” 
 
 nates, then fhe devifes: and what they. thinke in their 
 hearts they may effect ; they will breake their hearts but 
 they willeffec&t. Heaven be prais’d for my jealoufie: ele- 
 ven o'clockethe howre, I will prevent this, detect my 
 wife, be revengd on FaéStaffe,andlaugh at Page. I will 
 about it; ‘better three hourestoo foone,then a mynute too 
 late fie, fie, fie : Cuckold, Cuckold, Cuckold. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 —_—_—~ atl 
 
 Enter Caius, Rugby, Shakow, Slender, Hoft. 
 
 Cain. Lacke Rugby. 
 
 Rags Sir. 
 
 ‘Caims. Vatis the clocke, Jacke, 
 
 Rug. *Tis paftthe houre-(Sir) that Sir Hugh promis’d 
 to m€ete « - 
 
 (ai, By gar, he has fave his foule,dat he is no-come : 
 he has pray his Pible well, dat he is no-come: by gar 
 (lacke Rugby) he isdead,already; if he become. 
 
 Rug, He is wife Sirshe knew your worfhip would 
 kill him if he came. 
 
 Cai. By gar, de herring isno dead,fo as I vill kill him: 
 ee your Rapier, (Jacke) [vill tell you how I vill kill 
 him...» 
 
 Rag. Alasfir, I cannot fence, 
 
 Ca. Villany, take your Rapier. 
 
 Rug., Forbeare her's company, 
 
 Hoff, ‘Blefle thee, bully-Docter, 
 
 Shal. ’Save youM'. DoGtor (4iwe. 
 
 Page. Now good M‘. Doctor. 
 
 Slen. ’Give you good-morrow, fire 
 
 Caius. Vat beall you one ,two,tree, fowre, come for? 
 
 Hoft. To fee thee fight, to fee thee foigne, to fee thee 
 traverfe, tofee theeheere,tofeethee there, ro fee thee 
 paffe thy punto, thy ftocke, thy reverfe, thy diftance,thy 
 montant : Is he dead,my Ethiopian?Is he deadmy Fran- 
 cifco? ha Bully ? whatfayes my &/cu/apins?my Galien?my 
 heart of Elder 2 ha ? is he dead bully-Stale ? is hedead ? | 
 
 Cat. By gar he isde Coward-lacke-Prieft of de-vorld: 
 he is not fhow his face. 
 
 Hoff. Thou art a Caftalion-king-Vrinall : Hector of 
 Greece (my Boy) 
 
 ’ Cai. Upray you beare witneffe, that me have ftay, 
 fixe or feven, two tree howres for him, and he is no- 
 come. 
 
 shal. Heis the wifer man (M*. Doétor)heisa curer of 
 foules, and youa curer of bodies : if youfhould fight,you 
 goc againft the haire of your profeffions: is it not trues 
 Mafter Page? 
 
 -. Pag. Mafter Shallow; you have your felfe beenea great 
 fighter , though now aman of peace. 
 
 Shal. Body-kinsM*, Page, though I:now be old, and 
 -of peace ; if i fee a fword out, my finger itches to make 
 one: though we are Iuftices, and Doctors, and Church- 
 men (Mt, Page) we have fomefalrofour youth inus, we 
 are the fons of women (M!.Page. ) 
 
 Page Tis true, M*. Shallow. 
 Shal. It willbe found fo, (M‘. Page) M?. Doctor (4i- 
 
 > 
 
 mw, Lamcometofetch you home: I am {worne of the 
 peace: you have fhew’d your felfea wife Phyfician, and 
 fir Hwgh hath fhown hinalelfea wife and patient Church- | 
 man ; you muft goe withme, M*. Doctor. 
 
 Hof. 
 
 truft aFlensing with my butter, Parfon, Hugh the Welf- 
 man with my Cheefe, an /rifh-man with my Aquarvite- 
 bottle, ora Theefe to walke my ambling gelding, than 
 my wife with her felfe. Then fhe plots, then the rumi- 
 
Hoff, Pardon, Gueft-Iuftice; a Mounfeur Mockewa~ 
 ter. 
 
 Cas. Mocke-water ? vat is dat ? } 
 
 Hoft, Mocke-water, in our Englifh tongue, 1s Valour 
 (Bully.) 
 
 Cai. By gar, thenI have as much Mocke-vater as de 
 Englifhman : {curuy-lack-dog-Prieft : by gar,me vill cut 
 his eares. 
 
 Hof. He will Clapper-claw thee tightly(Bully.) 
 
 (4. Clapper-de-ciaw ? vat is dat ? 
 
 Host, That is, hewill make thee amends. 
 
 (ai. By gar,me do looke he hall ciapper-de-claw me, 
 for by-gar, me vill have it. : 
 
 Hoff. And I will provoke him to’t, or let him wag. 
 
 €as.. Me tanck you for dat. 
 
 Hoi#. And moreover, (Bully) but firft, M's Ghueft, 
 and M®. Page, and ecke Cavaleiro Svender,go you through 
 the Towne to Frogmore. 
 
 Page. Sit Hugs isthere,is he? : 
 
 Hot. He isthere, fee what humor he isin: and I will 
 bring the Doctor about by the Fields: will itdo well ? 
 
 Shal. Wewilldoe it. 
 
 el. Adien,good Mr. Doors 
 
 Cai. By gar, me vill killde Prieft, for he {peake for a 
 Tacke-an-Ape to Asue Page. as 
 
 Hoff. Let him dye : fheath thy impatience:throw cold 
 water ow thy Choller : goe about the fields with me 
 through Frogmore,l will bring thee where Miftris e4nne 
 Page 1s, ata Farme-houle a Feafting : and thou fhalt woe 
 her : Cride~game, faid I well? 
 
 Cas. By-gar, mee dancke you vor dat: by gar I love 
 you : and | fhall procure ’ayou de good’ Gueft : de Earle, 
 de Knight, de lords, de Gentlemen, my patients. 
 
 Hoff. For the which, I will be thy adverfary toward 
 eAnne Page : {aid I well ? 
 
 (4. By-gar, ‘tis good s vell faid. 
 
 Fost. Let us wag then. 
 
 Cai. Come at my hesles, lacke Raghy. 
 
 : , Exeunt. 
 
 Attus Tertius, Scena Prima. 
 
 i 
 
 Enter Evans, Simple, Page, Shallew, Slender, Hoft,Casns, 
 Rugby. 
 
 Evans, I pray you now, good Mafter Slenders ferving- 
 man, and friend Simple by your name; which way have 
 you look’d for Mafter Cains; that calls himfelfe Doctor 
 
 | of Phificke. 
 
 Sim. Matty Sir, the pitty-wary, the Parke-ward; e- 
 
 very way : Old Windfor way, and every way but the 
 Towne way. 
 
 Evan. I moft fehemently defire you, you will alfo 
 looke that way. 
 
 Sim. I will fir. 
 
 Evan; ‘Plefle my foule: how full of Chollors1 am.and 
 trempling of mind ; I fhailbe glad it he have deceived 
 me : how melancholies I am ? I will knog his Vrinalls ae 
 bout his knaves coftard, when I have goed opportunities 
 for the orke : ’Pleffe my foule:,To hallow Revers to whefe 
 
 | falls : melodious Birds fings Madrigaks: There will we 
 | our Peds of Rofés: anda thoufand fragrant pofiai. To eae 
 
 low, *Mercy on me, I have a great dilpofition to cry. 
 
 43 —  Themerry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 =~ 
 
 CUelodions birds fing Madrigal ; — When asl fat in Pan) 
 
 bilon : and a thonfand VagramPofies. Te (b alam i ke 
 Sim. Yonder he iscomming; this way, Sir Flughe 7 
 Evan, Hee’s welcome : To (hallow Rivers, so whofe fal: | 
 
 Heaven profper the right : what weaponsis he? 
 Sta. No weapons, Sir: there comes. my Matter, Mt 
 
 Shaliow; and another Gentleman ; from Frogmere, over 
 
 the ftile, this way. : ye 
 Evan, Pray yougive me my gowne, or cife keepeitin | — 
 
 yourarmes. Enter Ail, | 
 Shal, How now Matter Parfon? good morrow good| 
 
 Sir Haugh: keepea Gamefter from the dice, anda good | 
 
 Studient from hisbooke, and it is wonderfull, 
 Slen. Ah facet e4nne Pages — 
 Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh, Oe 
 Evan. *Pleffe you trom his mercy-fake, all of yous. | 
 Shal. What ? the Sword, andthe word? 2 a 
 
 Doe you ftudy them both, M'. Parfon? oe 
 Pages And youthful ftiil,in your doublet and hofe, | 
 
 this raw-rumatickeday? -- : ie 
 Evan. Thereis reafons, and caufes for it. 
 Page. Weare come to you: to doe a good office; Mr. 
 
 Parfon. . 
 
 ’ Evan. Fery-well : what is it? ; 
 
 _ Page. Yonder isa moft reverend Gentleman ; who (be | 
 like) having received wrong by fome perfon, is at moft | — 
 0% with his owne gravity and patience, thatever you| 
 
 se af 
 
 , Shal. T have lived fourefcore yeeres, and upward: I 
 never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, {0 
 Wide of his owne refpe@s . 
 
 Evan, Whatis he ? 
 Page. I thinke you know him : M'. Dotter Cains the 
 
 renowned French Phyfitian. : a 
 Evan. Got’ s-will, and his paffion of my heart : Thad | 
 
 aslief you would tell me of a meffe of porredge. 
 Rage. Why? a 
 Evan. He hasnomore knowledge in Hibocrates and | 
 
 Galen, and he isa knaue befides: a cowardly knave, as} 
 you would defite to be acquainted withall. 
 pind 1 warrant you, hce’sthe man fhould fight with 
 
 Slen, O {weet Anne Page, Enter Caitthe) 
 Shal, Itappearesfoby his weapons: keepe them a- 
 = : oe comes Doctor Caivs, 
 age. Nay good Mt. Parfon, keepe in your weapon. 
 Shal. So doe you, good Mr, Doctor.” 3 . 
 Hoff, Difarme them, and fet them queition : ler them 
 keepe their limbs whole,and hack our Englith, Ea 
 (4%. I pray you let-a-mee fpeake a word with your | | 
 care; vherefore vill younot meet-ame? 
 Evan. Pray you ule your patience in good time. a 
 ‘s = By-gar, youare de Coward : de lacke dog : Iohn 
 
 ei 
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 t, 
 an 
 
 ca 
 
 Ad 
 
 Evan. Pray youlet us not be laughing-ftockes to other. 
 mens humors: I defire you in friend fhip, and I will one} 
 way or other make youamends: I will knog yeur Vrinall 
 about your knaves Cogs-combee : 
 
 Cai. Diable, Tacke Rugby, mine Hoff de Tarteer, havel | 
 not ftay for him, to kill aim ? have Inot at de place Idid | 
 appoint ? fee 
 Fea ew Tama Chriftians-foule, new looke yous | 
 
 Isisthe place appointed, Ile be jud ine 
 Hoft of the Gantegite ; : at a “ae : 
 
 _ oft. Peace, I fay, Gallia, and Gale, French and | 
 Welch, Sonle-Curer, atid Body-Curer. ie as re 
 
 é Cass}. 
 
(ai I dat is very good, excellant. * 
 Hoff. Peace, I fay : heare mine Hoft of the Garter, 
 Am I politicke? Am I fubtle 2? Am 1a Machivell? 
 Shall Lloofe my Doctor ? No, he gives me the Potions 
 and the Motions. Shall I loofe my Parfon?my Prieft ? my 
 Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the Proverbes, andthe No- 
 verbes, Giveme thy hand (Celeftiall) fo: Boyes of Art, 
 I have deceiv’d youboth: I have directed you to wrong 
 places : your hearts are mighty,your skins are whole,and 
 let burn’d Sacke be the iflue : come, lay their {words to 
 pawne : Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow. 
 
 Shal. Trutt'me,a mad Hoft:follow Gentlemen, follow. 
 
 Sten. O {weet Anne Page. 
 
 Cai. Ha’do I perceive dat ? Have you make-a-de-for 
 
 of us, ha, ha ? ) 
 
 Evan, This is well, he has made us his vlowting-ftog : 
 I defire you that we may be friends ; and let us kuog our 
 praines together to be revenge on this fame feall {curvy- 
 cogging-companion the Holt of the Garter. : 
 
 Cai, By gar, withall my heart : he promife to bring- 
 me where is e4nne Page: by gar he deceive me too. 
 
 Evan. Well, 1 will {mite his uoddles:pray you follow. 
 
 —— 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Mift. Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoff. | 
 < Evans, Caius. 
 
 Mift. Rage. Nay keepe your way (tittle Gallant), you 
 
 were wont tobe a follower, but now you area Leader: | 
 
 whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your ma- 
 {ters heeles? 
 Rob. I had rather (forfooth) goe before youlike a man, 
 then follow him like a dwarfe. (Courtier. 
 Mif. Pa. O youare a flattering boy,now I fee yquilbe a 
 Ford, Well met Miftris Page, whither goe yous 
 
 A1sf- Page. Truly Sirjtofee your wife,1s fhe at home? | 
 
 Ford.{,and as idle as fhe may hang together for want 
 of company : I thinke if your husbands. were dead, you 
 two would marry. 
 
 Mif. Page. Be fure of that, two other husbands. 
 
 Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke? 
 
 MM, Pa.i cannot tel whar(the dickens) hisname ismy 
 husband had him of, what do youcal your Knights name 
 
 Rob. Sis ohn Falftaffe. (firrah? 
 Ford. Sir lobn Palstaffe, 
 M.Pa. He, he, I can never hiton’s name; there isfuch 
 a league betweene my goodmansand he: is your Wife at 
 Ford. Indeed the is. (heme indeed ? 
 444.Pa. By your leave fir, I am ficketill tT fee her. 
 Ford. Has Page any braines? Hath he any eies? Hath he 
 any thinking ? Sure they fleepe, he hath no.nfe of them: 
 why this boy will carry. a. letter, twenty,mile.as eafie,: as 
 a Canon will fhoot point-blanke twelve fcorce: helpee- 
 ces Out his wives inclination he gives her folly motion 
 and advantage: and now fhe’sgoing tomy wife,and. Fab 
 Haffes boy with her: Aman may heate this fhowseing 
 in the wind ; and Fadstaffes boy with (her » goodyplots, 
 they are laid, and our revolted wives.fhare damnation 
 together. Well, I will take him, then torture mycwife, 
 plucke the borrowed vaile.of ‘modefty. from the fo.fec- 
 ming Mift. Page, divulge Page himfelfe for a fecure and 
 wilfull Aeon, and to thefe violent proceedings ‘alinmy 
 neighbours fhall cry ayme. The clocke gives aie my:Qa, 
 
 The merry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 } he willcarry’t, ‘tisin his buttons, he wilicarry’t. 
 
 49 
 
 and my affurance bids mefearch, there 1 fhall find Fal- 
 ft aff: 1 {hall be rather praifed forthis,then mdck’d , for 
 itis. as pollitive, as the earth is firme, that Fa/ftaffe is 
 there: 1 will goe, 
 
 Shal. Page,céc. Well met M*. Ford. 
 
 Ford, Truftme, a good knot iI havé good cheere at 
 home, and I pray you all goe with me. 
 
 Shal, I muttexcufe my telfe M'. Ford. 
 
 Slew. And {fo mutt Sir, 
 
 We have appointed to dine with Miftris Anne; 
 And I would not breake with here for more mony 
 Then Ile fpeake of. 
 
 Shal, We have linger’d. about a'match betweené Anne 
 Page,and my cozen\Slender,andthisday wee fhall have } 
 our an{wer. 
 
 Sten, Ehope Uhave your good will father Page. 
 
 Page. You have M*. Slender, I Rand wholly tor you, 
 But my wife (M‘. Door) is for you altogether. 
 
 Cat. ‘I be-gar, and de Maid is love-a-me : niy nurfh- 
 a-Quickly tell mefo muth. 
 
 Haft. What fay you toyong M. Fenton? He capers, 
 hedances, he has eyes of youth: he writes verfes, bee 
 {peakes holliday, he {mels Aprilland May,he will carry’t 
 
 Page, Not by my confent! promife you. The Gentle- 
 Manisofino having; he kept company with the wilde 
 Prince, anid Pointa: he is ef too higha Region,he knows 
 too much: no, he fhall not knit a ‘Ktiot in: his fortunes; 
 with the finger of my fubftance : ifhetake her, let him 
 take her fimply »: the wealth] have Waits on my confenr, 
 and iny confeat goes not that way. > 
 
 Ford, I befeech you heartily; fome of you goc home 
 with meto dinner + befides your cheere you thall have 
 {port, I will thew youa moniter: Mr‘. Dodtor,yon fhall | 
 go¢, fo fhall-you M', Page, and youSir Hugh, aed 
 
 Sbal. Well, tave you well’: as 
 We thall havethe freet’ wooiig at MF’ P ager. 
 
 (4. Goe home Joba Rugby, Vcome anor. 
 
 Hoff. Farewell my hearts, t will te my honeft Knight 
 Falftaffe, and drinke Canaty with hin. : 
 
 Pord..1 thinke Efhall drinke in “Pipe: wine fir with 
 him,Tle make him dance. Will you goe, Gentles? 
 
 Al. Have with y ov, to fee this Monier. Extunt, 
 
 er i ee em ee: inte 
 
 Scena Terttaa -.-.) -ss 
 Enter DMiftris Ford, Mistris Page,Servants, Robin, Palftafe, 
 ; Ford, Vage, Cass, Bans. eee 
 eU ifs Ford What Labi, wharRobire. 0010 S| 
 Mif. Page. Quickly, quickly isthe Back-baskee— | 
 Mf, Ford, L warrant, What Robin Ifays 9108 © | 
 Asif. Page, Come,come, comes « Ast 
 Mif.Ford. Heere, fet it downer! yNwsigts 
 Mif.P a.Give yout'men the charge,we molt be briefe.! 
 MM. Ford. Macryas 1 told you betose (Joba and Robert), 
 beready here hard-by inthe Brew-honté sand w her 1 f6-/ 
 dainely call you, come forth, and-(withont any panfe,or! 
 flaggering ) take this basket on yout fhouiders> ‘that! 
 done, trudge withitinall halt, and-carry it among ‘the 
 WhithersinDoreber Mead, and there empty it in ‘the 
 muddy ditch, clofe by the Thames fide. 1A 93 
 Dt. Page. You Will doe tt? (dire@tion. 
 M. Ford? Ttatold them over and over, they lacke no 
 E Be 
 
 eS ee 
 
Be gone, and come when yon are call’d. : 
 
 Mif. Page. Here comesiittle Robin. (with you? 
 
 Myf. Ford. How now my Eyas-Musket, what newes 
 
 Rob. My M. Sir Jobs is come in at your backe doore 
 (Mift. Ford.) and requefts your company. — 
 
 Mif. Pa. oulittle Tack-a-lent,have you bin true to us ? 
 
 Rob, I, lle be {worne: my Mafter knowesnot of your 
 beifig heere : and hath threatened to put me into everla- 
 fting liberty, if] tell you of it : for he{weares hee'l turne 
 me away- , 
 
 Mi. Page. Thow’rt a. good boy : thisfecrecy of thine 
 fhall bea Tailor to thee, and fhall make theea new don- 
 blet and hofe. Ile goe hide me. : 
 
 Maf. Ford. Doe fo:goe tell thy Mafter,I am alone: Mi- 
 {ris Page, remember you your Qu. ee 
 
 My. Page. I warrant thee,if I doe not act it,hiffe me. 
 
 Mit. Ford. Goe too then : we'lufe this unwholfome 
 humidity, this groffe-watry Pumpion; we'll teach him 
 to know Turtles from Iayes. Enter Fal. 
 
 Fal, Have I caught thee, my heavenly Jewell? Why 
 now let me dye, for | have.liv'd long enongh : Thisisthe 
 period of my ambition : O this blefied houre. 
 
 Ui, Ford, O tweet Sir John. 
 
 Fal. Miftris Ford, 1 cannot cog, I cannot prate (Miftiis 
 Ford) now fhall I finin my with; I would thy Husband 
 were dead, Ile {peake it before the beft lord, I would 
 make thee my Lady. 
 
 Mi. Ford. Lyour Lady Six Joh ! Alas,1 fhould bea 
 pittifull Lady. : 
 
 Fal, Letthe Court of France fhew me fuch another : 
 I fee how thine eye would emul ate the Diamond : Thou 
 haftthe right arched-beauty ofthe brow, that becomes 
 the Ship-tyre, the Tyre-valiant,or any Tire of Venetian 
 admittance, 
 
 Atif. Ford. A plaine Kerchiefe, Sir Jobn : , 
 
 My browes become nothing elfe,northat wellneither. 
 
 Fal, Thouart a tyrant to fay fo ; thou wouldft make 
 an abfoluteCourtier, and the firme fixure of thy foote, 
 would give an.excellent motion to thy gate, in a femi- 
 circled Farthingale. 1 fee what thou wert if Fortune thy 
 eae not, Nature thy friend sCome, thou canit not 
 
 106 Afsit sin, 
 
 . 44if. Ford. Beleeve me, there’s nofuch thing in me. 
 
 Fal, What made me love thee? Ler that perfwade 
 thees Ther’s fomething extraordinaryin thee: Come, I 
 cannot cog, and faythou art this and that, like a-many 
 of thefe lifping-hauthorne buds, .thatcome like women 
 | in mensapparell, and fmell like Bucklers-berry in fim- 
 ‘| ple time : Icannot, but Ilove thee; none but thee = and 
 thow-deferu’ft it. seta di 
 
 Mi.F or.Do not betray me firsI feare you love M.Pave. 
 
 Fal, Thoumightft as well fay, 1 “wedi vellsas ti a 
 Counter-gate, which is as hatefull tome, as the reeke of 
 eerokily 
 | Atif. Ford. Well, heaven knowes how 11 
 i} Mnd.you thallone day Andi = ee 
 i ee Keepe hee a Ile deferve it. 
 
 if. Ford. Nay, I mutt tell you, fo you doe: 
 Os elfel could not be in that mind — Within 
 
 Rob, Miftris Ford, Miftris Ford: here’s Miltris Page at 
 the doore, fwearing, and blowing, and looking wildeh 
 ear aes {peake with you prefently. 4 
 
 ~ She not fee me, I will enf ‘ 
 | the Arras: : Cenceanéibiehind 
 | . 44 Ford. Pray you doe fo,the’sa very tatling wom 
 Whatsthe matter 2>how now? = -—“Enpep Ai P ae 
 
 The meery Wives of Windfor. 
 
 -) 
 
 Mif, Page. O miftris Ford what have you done 2 ie; 
 You's fham’d, y’are overthrowne, y'are undone forever. | 
 CM, Ford. What’s the matter; good miltris Page? J” 
 CM. Page: O weladay, miftris Ford, having an honeft | ~ 
 man to your husband,to give him fuch caufe of fufpition, | 
 Mif. Ford. What cavfe of fufpition ? a 
 Mif. Page. “What caufe of fufpition ? Ont upon yous] 
 Howam I miftooke in you ? 
 CMG. Ford. Why (alas) what’s the matter ? 
 CMG. Page.¥ our husbands comming hither (woman) } 
 with all the Officers in Windfor, tofearch for a Gentle. 
 man, that he fayesis heerenow in the houfe ; by your | 
 confent to take an ill advantage of his abfence: youare |” 
 undone. 
 CU, Ford. ’Tisnot fo, Thope. . 
 Maif Page. Pray heavenit be not fo,that you havefuch | 
 aman heere : but ‘tis moft certaine your husband's com- 
 ming, with halfe windjor at his heeles, to ferch for fuch | 
 aone, I come before to tell you: If you know your felfe } 
 cleere,why I am glad of it : but if you havea friend here, | 
 convey, convey him out. Be not amaz’d; call afl your | 
 fenfeste you, defend your reputation, or bid farewell to” 
 your good life for ever. : 
 Mb. Ford. What fhall I doe? There is aGentlemanmy 
 deere friend : and I feare not mine owne fhame fo mach, 
 ashisperill. I hid rather then a thoufand pound he were 
 out of the houfe. 
 Mif. Page. For fhame, never ftand(you had ratherand | 
 you had rather:) your husband’s heere at, hand, bethinke 
 you of fome conveyance : inthe houfe you cannot hide 
 him, Oh, how have you deceiv’d nre ? Looke, heereis a 
 basket, if he be of any reafonable ftature, he may creepe 
 in heere, and throw foulelinnen upon him, asifit were} 
 going to bucking: Or itis whiting time, fend him by 
 your twomen to Darchet-Meade. Ae 
 Mi. Ford, He’steo big to goe in there: what fhall Idoe? 
 ‘Fal. Let me {ee’r, let me fee’e, O let me fee’t : 
 Ile in, He in : Follow your friends counfell Ile in. 
 Mil. Page. What Sir lobw Falitaffe? Aye thefe your} 
 Letters Knight ? 
 Fal. love thee, helpe me away : let me creepein | 
 heere :ilenever ; 
 (Miy-Page. Helpetocover your mafter (boy :) Call} 
 your men ( Miflris Ford) You diffembling Knight. | 
 Mf: Ford. W tat Iohn, Robert, Iohn; Goe, take up thefe 
 cloathes heere, quickly : Wher’s the Cowle-ftaffe? Looke 
 how you drumble ? Carry them tothe Landreffe in Dat- 
 chet-Mead : quickly, come, 
 Ford, ‘Pray you come nere : if [ fufpect without cante, 
 Why then make {port at me, then let me be your jeft, 
 Ideferve it : How now ? Whither beare you this? 
 _ Ser. To the Landteffe forfeeth? 
 Mif. Ford. Why, what have you to doe whither they 
 beareit? You were belt meddle with buck-wafhing. 
 Ford. Buck? l'would E- could wath my felfe oftheBuck: | ~ 
 bucke, bucke, bucke, Ibucke : I warrant you Bucke, * | q 
 And of the feafon too ; it fhallappeare, 4 
 Gentlemen, I have dream’d to night , Ile tell you my 
 dreame: heere, heere, heere be my keyes, afcend my 
 Chambers, fearch, feeke, find out: Ilé warrant wee'll 
 unkennell the Fox. Let me ftop this way firft : fo, now 
 uncape. On a 
 Page. Good matter Ford, be contented : ee a 
 You wrong your felfe toomuch. 
 Ford, True (matter Page) up Gentlemen; » 
 You fhallfee {port anon: — 
 
‘Iris not jealous in Frances 
 
 \ 
 
 The merry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 $1 
 
 Follow me Gentlemen. 
 
 Evan. This is fery fantafticall humors and jealoufies- 
 
 Cains. By gir, ’tisno-the fafhion of France : 
 
 Exenut. 
 
 Page. Nay fellow, his (Gentlemen) fee the yfue of 
 hisfearch. 
 
 Maif. Page. Asthere nota double excellency in this? 
 
 Mi. Ford. 1 know not which pleafes me better, 
 
 That my husband is deceived, or Sir Jobn. 
 
 Mif. Page. What a taking was hein, when your hus- 
 band askt who was in the basket ? 
 
 Myf. Ford. 1am halfe affraid he will have need of wa- 
 fhing : fo throwing him into the watery will doc hit a 
 benefit. 
 
 CMsf. Page. Hang himdifhoneft rafeall : I would all 
 ofthe fame itraine, were in the fame diftrefie. 
 
 CU, Ford. Ithinke my husband hath fome {peciall 
 fufpition of Falftaffes being heere + I never faw him fo 
 groffe in his jealoufie till now. ; 
 
 CMif. Page. 1 willlay a plot to try that, and we will 
 yet have more trickes with FalPaffs: his diffolute diftete 
 will{carfe obey this medicine. 
 
 Mif. Fora, Shall we fend that foolifi Carton, Milt. 
 
 | Quicklyto him, and excufe his throwing into the water, 
 
 and give himanother hope, to betray him to another pu- 
 nifhment ? : 
 
 Maif. Page. We wili doe it: let him be fent for to thor- 
 row by eight aclocke:to have amerids\ 
 that he could not compafie. 
 
 Mif, Page. Heard you that"? 
 
 Mil Ford, You ule me well, Milt. Ford? doe you? 
 
 Ford. 1,1 doe fo. 
 
 Mif.Page. Heaven make you better then your thoughts 
 
 Ford, Amen- 
 
 ©Mi.Pa. You doe your fe'fe mighty wrong (M. Ferd) 
 
 Ford, 1,3: Tinntt beare it. 
 
 * Ev.lf there be any pody inthe honfe,and in the cham- 
 bers, and in the coffers, and in the preflts : heaven for- 
 give my finnes. 
 
 ((aius. Be gar, nor I too: there is no-bodies. 
 
 Page.Fy fy ,M. ford, are younot alam’? What fpirit, 
 what divell fuggelts this imagination ? I would not ha 
 your diftemper inthis kine stor the welth of Wind/er caf le. 
 
 Ford. ’Tis my fault (M. Page) I futfer for it. 
 
 Evan. You foffer fora pad confcience: yout wife is 
 as honeft a o’ mans, asi will defires among fiue thou- 
 fand, and five hundred too. 
 
 Cai. By gar, | fee ’tisan honc{t woman. 
 
 Ford. Well, I promifd you a dinner:come,come,walke 
 in the Parke,I pray you pardon me: 1 wilt hereafter make 
 khowne to you why I bavedone this- Come wife,come 
 Mi. Page,I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me. 
 
 Page. Let's goin Gentlemen, but (truft me) we'l mocke 
 him; I doe invite youto morrow morning to my houfe 
 to breaitfaft : after wella Birding-together, I have a fine 
 Hawke for the buth. Shail it beto 
 
 Ford. Anything. 
 
 Ex. If there isone,! fhallmake twoin the Company. 
 
 Cai. If there be one, or two,] {hall make-a-theturd. 
 
 Ferd, Pray you goe, M. Page. 
 
 Evan,1 pray younow remembranceto morrow onthe 
 lowfieknave, mine Holt. 
 
 Cai. Dat is good by gar,with all my heart. 
 
 Eves. Alowfie knave, to have hisgibes, and his moc- 
 Kerics. Exeunt. 
 
 Emer e4ll, 
 Ford. I cannot find’him : may bethe knave bragg’d of | If opportunity and bumblett {uite 
 
 Anne. Alas, how then? 
 Fen, Why thoumutt be thy felfe. 
 
 Seana Quarta. 
 
 ——_ 
 
 Enter Fenton, Anne Page;Shallow, Stender, 
 Qaitkly, Page, Mil. Page. 
 Fen. 1 fee I cannot get thy fathers'love, 
 
 Therefore no moreturne me to him (fweet Nan-) 
 
 He doth object, Lam too great of birth, 
 And that my ftate being gali’d with my expence, 
 I fecke to heale it onely by his wealth. 
 Befidesthefe, other barres he layes before me, 
 My Riots paft ,my wilde Societies, 
 And.tels me ’tisa thing impoflible - 
 I fhould love thee, but asa property. 
 
 eAfnne. May be he tells you true. 
 
 Fen. No, heaven fo {peed me in my time to come, 
 Albeit 1 will confefle, thy fathers wealth 
 Wasthe firft motive that I woo'd thee ( Anne: ) 
 Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew 
 Then ftampes in Gold, or fummes in fealed bagges: 
 And ‘tis the very riches of thy felfe, 
 That now Iaymeat. 
 
 An. Gentie M. Fenton, 
 Yet feeke my fatherslove, ftill fecke it fir; ° 
 
 , Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither. 
 Shal. Breake their talke Miltris Quickly, 
 My Kinfiman fhall fpeakefor himfelte. 
 Slen. Tle make a fhaftora bolt on’e, flid, tis but ventu- 
 Sbal. Be not difmaid. (ring. 
 Sten. No, fhe thal not difmay'me : 
 I care not for that, butthat J am affeard. 
 
 Qui.Hatk ye,M. Slender would ipeake a word y ith you 
 
 e4n. Lcometo him. This is my fathers choyce : 
 O what a world of vilde iil-favour'dfai ls 
 Lookes handfome in three hundred pounas a yeere? 
 
 Qui. And how do’s good Mafter Feuton ? 
 
 Pray youa word wich you. 
 Shai. Shee’s comming : to her Coz. 
 O boy, thou hadfta father. 
 
 Sten,\ hada father (A4..An.)my uncle can tel you good 
 je(ts of him:pray you Vacle,teil Mult. o4ame tie jeft how 
 my father ftoletwo Geefe out ofa Pen, good Vnckle. 
 
 Shal, Milttis Anwe, my Cozep loves you. 
 
 Sten. I that I doe, as wellasi loveany woman in Glo- 
 cefterfhire. : 
 
 Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. 
 
 Sten. 1 that I will, come cut and long-taile, under the 
 degree of a Squire. 
 
 Shale Hewillmake you a hundred and fifty pounds 
 jo ynture. 
 
 Anne. Good Matter Shallow let him wooe for him- 
 felfe. 
 
 Shal. Marry thanke youfor it thanke you for that 
 good comfort : fhe cals you (Coz) Heleave yous 
 
 Anne. Now Matter Slender. 
 
 Slen. Now good Miftris efnne. 
 
 Anne. Whar isyour will? 
 
 Sten. My will 2? Odd’s-hart-lings , that’s a pretty 
 jet iedeed  Ine’re made my Will yet (1 thanke Hea- 
 ven:) Lam not flich a fickely creatute, I give Heaven 
 praite- 
 
 E2 anne; 
 
eAane. I meane (M. Slender) what would you with me? 
 
 Skn. Truely, for mine owne part, ‘I would Little or ae 
 
 thing with you: your father and’ my uncle hath , 
 
 motions: if it be my lucke, fo :ifnot, happy man be ~ 
 
 dole, they cantell you how things goe, better then I can: 
 you may aske your father, lieere he comes. 
 
 Page. Now Matter Slender; Love him daughter Anne. 
 
 Why how now ? Whatdoes Mafter Fenton heare? 
 
 You wrong me Sir, thus ftill to haunt my houfe. 
 
 [told you Sir, my daughter is difpofd of. 
 
 Fen, Nay Matter Page, be not impatient. 41d 
 if. Page. Good Malter Fenton, come not to my child. 
 Page. Sheisno match for you. 
 
 Fea, Sir, will you heare me? 
 Page. No, good Matter Fenton. : 
 
 Come Matter Shallow : Come fonne Slender , in; 
 
 Knowing my wind, you wrong me(Mafter Fenton. 
 Dai. Speake to Mifiris Page. 
 
 Fen. Good Miftris Page, for that I love yout daughter 
 
 In fuch a righteous fafhion-as I doe, 
 
 Perforce, againft all:checkes, rebukes, and manners, 
 
 I muft advance thecoloursofmy love, 
 
 And not retires,det meihave your good will, 
 
 Anne. Good tnother, doe not marry me to yond foole. 
 
 Mf. Page. Y meaneitnot, Ifeeke you a better huf- 
 band. 
 
 us. That’s my Mafter, Matter Door, 
 
 e-‘4nne, AlasI had ‘rather be fet quicke i'th earth, 
 
 And bowl d to death with Turnips. 
 
 Mif. Page. Come;troudle not your felfe good : Mafter 
 
 Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy : 
 
 My daughter will I queition how the loves you, 
 
 Andas I find her, foam Laffected : 
 
 Tillthen, farewell Sir, the muft needs goe in, 
 
 Her facher will be angry. 
 
 Fen. Farewell gentle Miftris : farewell Nan. 
 Qui. Thisismy doing now; Nay, faid I, will you 
 caft away your childona Foole, and a Phyfitian : 
 
 Looke on Matter Fenton, this is my doing. 
 
 Fea, I thanscthee : and I pray thee ence tonight, 
 
 Give my fweet Wasthis Ring:there’s for thy pains. Exit. 
 ui. Now heaven fend thee good fortune, a: kind 
 
 heart he hath: awoman would run through fire and. wa- 
 
 ter forfucha kind heart. But yet,1 would my Mafter 
 had Miftris e4nne, or I would Matter Slender had her :or 
 
 (in footh) I would Mafter Fenton had her;I will do what 
 
 I canfor them allthree, for fo I have promifd, and Ile 
 
 beasgood as my word,but {pecioufly for Malter Penton. 
 
 Well, 1 muft of another errandto Sir John Falftaffe from 
 
 mytwo Miftreffes : whata beaft am I to flackeit. Exit. 
 
 ene 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
 Enter Falstaffe, Bardolfe, Quickly, Ford. 
 
 Fal. Bardolfe] ts inet 
 
 Bar, Heere Sir. 
 
 Fal. Goe, fetch mea quart of Sacke, put atoftin’e. 
 Havel liv'd to be carryed in a Basket like a barrow of 
 butchers Offall?and to be throwne in the Thames? Wel, 
 if [be ferw’d fach another tricke, Ie have my braines 
 “tane outand butter’d, and give them to a dogge for a 
 New-yeares gift. The rogues flighted me into the river 
 Withaslittle remorfe, as they would have drown’dea 
 
 TT * merry Wives of Windfor. : 
 
 SS 
 
 —— 
 
 blind bitches Puppies, fifteene ith litter + andyeu may | 
 know. by my bons Ihavea kind of pun! . fink. i 
 ing: if the bottome were as deepeas hell,I fhould downe: | 
 Lhad beene drown’d, but that the fhore was fhelvy and | — 
 fhallow :a deaththat I abhorre : for the water {wellesa ee 
 man; and what a thing fhould I have beene, when 1} ~ 
 had beene {wel’d:? 1 fhould have beene a Mountaine of |” 
 Mommy. <1 tel 
 Bar. Here's Miftris Quickly, Sit to fpeake with you. | 
 Fai. Come, letme poure in fome Sacke roche Thames) 
 water : for my belli’s ascold asif I had fwallow'd fhow- 
 bals, for pilles tocoolethe reines. Callher ins |" 
 Bar. Come in woman: Enter Quick, | 
 2m. By your leave: I cry youmercy? ef 
 Give your worfhip good morrow: . 
 Fal. Take away thefe Challices: Ot a 
 Goe, brew mea pottle of Sacke finely. bie 
 Bard. WithEgges, Sir? a 
 Fal. Simple of it felfe : Te no Pullet-Sperme in my 
 brewage. How now? oe 
 Qui.Marry Sir,1 come to your worthip from Mi-Ford. 
 Fal, Mifirss Ford? 1 have had Ford enough: Twas} 
 throwne into the Ford ;.1 have my belly fullof Ford. | 
 Quis Alasthe day (good-heart) that was novher fault: | 
 fhe do’s fo take on with her men ;they miftooke their e- 
 rection. (promife. | 
 Fal. So did I mine, to build upena foolifh: Womans | 
 xi. Well, thelaments fir for it,that it wouldyeme | 
 your heartto fee it: her husband goes this morning a 
 birding ; fhe defires you once more to. come to her, be- 
 tweene eight and nine : ‘I muft carry her word quickely, 
 fhe’ll make you amends I warrant you. eee 
 Fal. Well, I will vifie her, tell her {03 and bid her 
 thinke what a maiis : Lether confider his frailety, and | 
 then judge of my merit. 
 2H. I will tell her. ‘ 
 Fal. Doe fo. Betweene nine and tenfaift thou ? 
 Qw#s. Eight and nine Sir. 
 Fal. Well,be gone : I will not mifle her. 
 Qui. Peacebe withyoufir. Exit. 
 Fat, Imarvaile 1 heare notof Mafter Broome : hefent 
 me word to ftay within: I like hismoncy well. --- 
 Oh, heere be comes. Enter Ford, 
 Ford. Bleffe you Sir. 
 __ Fal. Now Matter Broome, you come to know 
 Whar hath paft betweene me, and Ferds wife. 
 Ford. That indeed (Sir Jeb») is my bufinefle. 
 Fal. Matter Broome! will riot lye to you, 
 I was at her houfe the houre the appointed me. 
 Ford. And fped you Sir? 
 Fal. Very ill-favouredly-Mafter Broome. 
 Ford. How fo fir, did fhe change btr determination ? 
 _ Fal.No(M. Broome) but the peaking Cornuto her huf= 
 band (M.Broome) dwelling ina continual larum of jelou- | 
 fie, comes me in the inftantof our‘enccuhter,atter we had | 
 embraft,kift, protefted and(as it were){poke the prologue 
 of our Contedy : and at his heeles, a rabble of his compa: | 
 nions, thither provoked and inftigated by his diftemper, 
 and (forfooth) toferch his honfe for his wives love. 
 Ford. What? While you were there ? 
 Fat. While I wasthere. ‘ee 
 Ford. And did he {earch for you,and could not find you? | — 
 Fal. You fhall heare. As good lucke would have it, 
 comes in one Miftris Page, gives intelligence of Fords ap- | 
 proch : and in her invention and Fords wives diftraction, | — 
 they convey’d me intea bucke-basket} ihe 
 
 19 oD 
 Ford. 
 
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 re at a lt yen ne 
 
 Ford. A Buck-basket ? : 
 
 Fal. Yea: a Buck-basket: ram’d ‘me in with foule 
 Shirts and Smockes, Socks), foule Stockings , greafie 
 Napkins, that (Matter Broome) there was the rankett 
 compound ‘of villanous fmell, that ever offended no- 
 ftrill. 
 
 Ford. And how long lay you there? 
 
 Fal. Nay, you fhall heare (Mafter Broome) what I 
 have fuffered, to bring ‘this woman to evill; for yout 
 good: Being thuscram’d in the Basket,a couple of Fords 
 Knaves, his hindes, werecald forth by their Miftris, to 
 carry mein the name of foule Cloathes to Datchet-lane : 
 they tooke me on their fhoulders : met the jealous Knave 
 their Matter in the doore ; whoask'd them once or twice 
 what they had in their Basket ? I quak’d for feare Ieaft 
 the Lunatique Knave would have fearcl’d it : but. Fate 
 (ordaining he fhould be a Cuckold) held his hand: well, 
 on went he, for a earch, and: away went I for foule 
 
 | Cloathes: But marke the fequell (Matter Broome) I duf- 
 feredthe pangsof three feverall deaths : Firft, an intol- 
 lerable fright, to bedetected witha jealous rotten. Bell- 
 weather : Nextto becompafs’dlikea good Bilbo in the 
 circumference ofi Pecke, hilé to point, heele to head. 
 And then to be ftopt in like a {trong diflillation with ftink- 
 ing Cloathes, that fretted in their owne greafe : ‘thinke 
 of that, aman ofmy Kidney ;-thinkeof that that am as 
 fubjeétto heate as butter ; a man of continual}: diffoluti- 
 on, «and thaw : it wasa miracle to {cape fuffocation.And 
 inthe height of this Bath(when1 was more then: halfe 
 ftew’d is preafe (like 4 Dutchdifh) to be throwne. into 
 the Thames, and coold, glowing hot, in that ferge like 
 a Horfethooe ; thinke of that = hifling hot,thinke of that 
 (Matter Broome.) 
 
 Ford. In good fadneffe Sir, am forry,that for my fake 
 you have fufferd alj this. 
 
 ‘My. fuite then is defperate : You'll undertake her no 
 more? 
 
 Fal, Mafter Broome ; 1 willbe throwne into Erxa, as 
 I have beene into Thames, ere I willleave her thus; her 
 husband in this morning gonea birding : I have recei- 
 ved from her another ambaffie of meeting :’twixt eight 
 and nine is the houre (Mafter Broome. ) 
 
 Ford. ’Tis paft eight already Sir. 
 
 Fal. Is it? 1 willthen addretfe me to my appointment : 
 Come to me at your convenient leifure,& you fhall know 
 how I fpeed : and the conclufion fhall be crowned with 
 your enjoying her sadjew, you fhall have her (Mafter 
 Broome) Matter Broome, voufhallcuckold Ford. Exit. 
 
 Ford. Hum:ha? is thisavifion? is this a dreame? 
 doe I fleepe ? Mafter Fordawake, awake Mafter Ford ; 
 there's a hole made in your beft coate{ Mafter Ford:) this 
 tis to be married ; this’tis to have Lynnen, and Buck- 
 baskets : Well, Iwill proclaime my felfe whatl am : I 
 
 cannot {cape me : ‘tis impoffible he fhould + hee can- 
 not creepe into a halfe-penny purfe, nor into. a Pepper- 
 boxe: Butleaftthe Divell that guides him, fhouldaide 
 him, I will fearch impoftible places: though what lam, 
 -Teannot avoide ; yetto be what I would nor, thall not 
 amakeme tame: If] have hornes, tomake one mad, let 
 theproverbe goe with me, Ile be hosnemad. 
 
 Excunt. 
 
 The merry Wrves of Windfor. 53 
 
 peace. What is ( Lapis} Wiliam. 
 
 will now take the Leacher: hee is at my houfe; hee 
 
 eA tus Quartus. Scena Prima, 
 
 nn geen 
 
 Enter Mifiris Page, Quickly, Willsams,Evans. 
 
 Mi. Page, 1s he at M. Fords already think ft thou? 
 
 Qazi. Sure he is by this; or. will be prefently ; but 
 truely heis very. couragious mad, about. his. throwing 
 intothe water. Miftris Ford defires youto.come fodaine- 
 ly. 
 
 Mif. Page. Uebe with her by andby: Ie bue bring 
 my yong-man here to,Schoole ; looke where his Mafter 
 comes , "tis a playing day I fee : how now Sir Hagh,no 
 Schoole to day ? : of nae 
 
 &va. No: Matter Slender is let the Boyes leave to play. 
 
 Qui. *Bleffing of his heart. 
 
 Mif: Page. Sir Hagh,my husband fayes my fonne pro- 
 fits nothing in theworld at his booké\: I pray you aske 
 him fome queftionsin his Accidente. 
 
 Eva. Come hither Wiliam ; holdup your head; come. 
 
 Mi. Page. Comeonfirha , hold.wp your. head ; an- 
 {wer your Matter, be not afraid, os 
 
 Evan. William, how many Numbersis in Nownes? 
 
 Wil, Twor 
 
 Qui. Truely, [thought there had beene one Number 
 more, becanfe they fay od’s-Nownes. 
 
 Evan. Peace, your tatlings. What is(Fasre) Wiliam ? 
 » Wik, Pulehers : aracs 
 Qui. Poulcats? thereare fairerthings then Poulcats, 
 fure. ; 
 
 Evan. You ate a very fimplicity o’man: 1 pray you 
 
 wil, A ftone. 
 Evan. Andwhat isa {tone (Wiliam £) 
 will. A Peeble. ) 
 Evan. No ; it is Laps ; 1 pray you remember in your 
 praine. 
 Well. Lap, 
 Evan. Thatisa good Willsam:what is he (William that 
 do's lend Articles. 
 Wid, Articlesare borrowed of the Pronoune; and be 
 thusdeclined, Singulariter nominasiuo, hic, hac, hoc. 
 Eva. DN ominatino hig ag, bog : pray you.marke :gens- 
 tino bujus: Well, what is your e4ccufatine-cafe. 
 Wil. eAccufativo bine. 
 Evan. I pray you have yourremembrance (child) Ac 
 cufativo, bing hang, hog. 
 Qui. Hang-hog, isiatten for Bacon, Twarrant you- 
 Eva, Leave your prables(o’man) What is the Foca- 
 tive cafe ( illsam?) 
 Wil. O, Vocativo, O. 
 Evan. Remember Wiliam, Focative, ig caret: 
 Qwsi, And that’s a good roote, 
 Evan, O’man, forbeare. 
 Maf. Page. Peace. ti 
 Evan. ‘What is your Genitive cafe plarall (Wiliam? ) 
 Will, Genitive cafe? 
 Evan, I. 
 Will. Genitive horum, barum, horum. 
 Qa ’Vengeance of Ginyes cafe; fic on her: never 
 nameher (child) if the be a whore. 
 Eva. For fhameo man. 
 Qui. Youdoe illto teach the child fuch words: hee | 
 teaches him to hic, ahd to hac; which they'll doe faft | 
 enoughof themfelves, and to call horum ; fie upon you » 
 Bg Eva. ’O man 
 
Evan. O’man, art thou Lunaties? Haftrhou no un- 
 derftandings for thy Cafes, and the numbers of the em 
 ders? Thonart as foolifh Chriftian creatures, @s Twou 
 defires. 
 
 MifrP age. 
 Evan. Shew me now 
 your Pronounes. 
 Will. Forfooth, I have forgot. ; 
 Evs. Itis Qui, que, qnod; if'you forget your Quies, 
 your Ques, your Queds, you mutt be preeches: Goe 
 our wayes and play, go. 
 : iM. Pag.He ie a Nites {chollerthen I thought he was. 
 
 ‘ Eva. He isa good {prag-memory : Farewell AfePa- 
 
 ‘Maif: Pages Adieu good Sit Hugh. ‘ 
 Get you home boy, Come we ftay too long.  Exensit. 
 
 hee hold thy peace. 
 rae te ° (william) fome declenfions of 
 
 Scena Secundas 
 
 Enter Falftaffe, Mil. Ford. Mif. Page, Servants, Ford, 
 Page, (ins, Evans, Shallow. 
 
 Fal. Miftris Ferd, Your forrow hath eaten up my fuf- 
 ferancesT fee you ate obfequiousin your love, and I pro- 
 fefle requitall toa hairesbredth, not onely Miftris Ford, 
 in the fimple office oflove, but in all the acconftrement, 
 complement, and ceremony of it: but are you fire of 
 your husband now ? 
 
 Mif. Ford, He’s abirding (fweet fir John.) 
 
 Mif. Page. What hoa, goffip Ford : what hoa. 
 
 Mif. Ford, Step into th'chamber, Sir John, Enters 
 
 Mil, Page. How now (fweet heart ) who's at home 
 befides your felfe ? 
 
 Mi, Ford. Why none but mine owne people. 
 
 Mi. Page. Indeed ? 
 
 (Ui: Ford. No certainely : {peake louder. 
 
 Mif. Page. Truly] am fo glad you have no body here. 
 
 Mi Ford. Why? 
 
 (Mis. Page. Why woman, your husband isin his old 
 linesagaine : he fotakes on yonder with my husband, ‘fo 
 railes againft all married mankind; fo curfes all Eves 
 daughters, of what complexion foever ; and fo buffetts 
 himitelfe onthe for-head : crying peere-out, peere out, 
 thatany madneffe I ever yet beheld, feem’d but tame- 
 neffe, civility, and patience to this his diftemper he is in 
 now : Iameglad the fat Knight is not heere. 
 
 Mi: Ford, Why, do’she talke of him ? 
 
 Mf. Page. Of nonebut him,and fweares he was ca- 
 ried out the laft time he fearch’d for him, ina Basket: 
 Protefts to my husband he isnow here,and hath drawne 
 him andthe reft oftheir company from their {port , to 
 make another experiment of his fafpition : But Iam glad 
 the Knight isnot here ; now-he fhali fee his owne?foole- 
 =f e : 
 
 My. Ford. How neere is he Miftris Page ? 
 
 Mi Pag. Hard by,at Rreetsend;he will be here anon. 
 
 (My. Ford. J am undone, the Knight is heere. 
 
 Mi: Page. W hy then youareutterly fham’d,and he’s 
 but adead man. VWhata woman are *you ? Away with 
 him,away with him: Better fhame, then murther. 
 
 ; Mif. Ford. Which way fhould he goe? How fhonld 
 
 beftow him ? Shall I put him into the basket againe ? 
 | ~ Fal. No, ilecome no morei’th Basket : ° 
 May Tnot goc out ere he come? 
 
 Themerry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 Enter. | a con{piracie againftme : Now fhall the divell beafham’d. 
 
 so esapinypntemetat asians 
 
 Mil. Page. Alas : three of Matter Fords brothers watch | 
 the Sea ih Piftéls,that none fhall iflue outs other- | 
 wife you mighit flip away ere he came + But what make | 
 you heere ? : Lag : 
 
 Fal. What fhall I doe? Ile creepe up into the chimney. : 
 
 Mif. Ford. There they alwayes ute to difcharge their 
 Birding-peeces : creepe into the Kill-hole. ‘ 
 
 Fal, Whereis it ? ; j 
 
 Mi. Ford. He will feeke there on my word: Neither | 
 Prefle , Coffer, Cheft, Trunke, Well, Vault, but he hath } 
 an abftraét for the remembrance of fuch places; and goes | 
 tothem by his Note: There is no hiding you in the 
 houfe. i : 
 
 Fal. Tle goe out thens ; ts 
 
 Myf. Ferd. Wfyougoe out in your owne femblanees | 
 you dye Sir John, unleffe you goe out difguis’d. 
 
 How might we difguife him ? at ye 
 
 Myf, Page. Alas the day 1 know not; there isno Wo- 
 mans gowne bigge enough for him : otherwife he might | 
 put ona hat, a muffler, and akercheife, and fo efcapes 
 
 Fal. Good hearts, devife fomething : any extremity, 
 rather then a mifcheife. He 
 
 Mf. Fora. My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brain 
 ford, hasagowne above. 
 
 Mif. Page. On my word it will ferve him: fhe'’s as 
 bigas heis : and there's her thrum’d hat, and her muffler 
 too: run up Sir John. ; 
 
 Mf. Ford. Goe, zoe, fweet Six John: Miftris Pageand } 
 Twill looke fome linnen for your head. P 
 
 Mif. Page. Quicke, quicke , we'll come drefle -you 
 ftraight : put onthe gowne the while. Exit. 
 
 Mif. Ford. I would my husband would meete him in 
 this fhape : he cannot abide the old woman of Brains 
 ford; he {weares fhe’s a witch, forbad her my honfe jand | 
 hath threatned to beate her. ; 
 
 CMif. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husbands eud=- 
 gell sand the divell guide his cudgellafterwards. 
 
 CV, Ford, But ismy husband comming ? 
 
 Mi. Page. 1 in good fadneffe is he, and talkes ofthe. 
 baskettoo, howfoever he hath had intelligence. 
 
 CMif. ford, Wel try that : for Ile appoint my men to 
 carry the basket againe, to meete him atthe doore with 
 it, as they did Ja(t time. 
 
 Mi{. Page. Nay, but hee’l be heere prefently : let’sgo 
 dreffe him like the witch of Brainford. 
 
 Mif. Ford. Ne fir dire&t my men, what they fhalldoe | © 
 with the basket: Goe up, ile bring linnen for him 
 {traight. : 
 
 Mif. Page. Hang him difhoneft Varler, 
 
 We cannot mifufe him enough : 
 
 We'll leave aproofe by that which we will doo, 
 Wives may be merry, and yet honeft too : 
 Wedoenot ad, that often, jeft, andlaugh, 
 
 Tis old, but true, ftill Swine eates all the draugh, 
 
 Mi. Ford. Goe Sirs, take the basket againe on your 
 fhoulders : your Matter is hard at doore: ithe bid you 
 fet it downe, obey him: quickly, difpatch.  Ewter Ser 
 
 1 Ser. Come, come, take itup. 
 
 2 Ser. Pray heaven it be not fullofthe Knight againe. 
 
 1 Ser. Thope not,I had as leife bearefo much Lead: 
 
 Ford. 1, but ifit provetrue (Matter Page) have you any 
 way thento unfoole me againc? Set downe the basket 
 villaine: fome body callmy wife : Youth in aBasket: 
 Oh you Panderly Rafcals, there’s a knot :a ging, a packe, 
 
 b-3 
 
 | Whar wife Ifay: Come, comeforth: behold what he- 
 | neft | 
 
felt cloathes yout fend forth to bleaching. 
 
 Page. Why,this pafles Me Ford: you are not to goe 
 loofe any longer,you mutt be pinnion d. 
 
 Evans. Why,this is Lunatickes: thisis m ad asa mad 
 
 O2s ” 
 shal. Indeed M. Ford,this is not well iadeed. 
 Ford. Sofay I too fir, come hither Miftris Ford, Mi- 
 ftris Ford,the honeft woman, the modeft wife, the vertu- 
 ous creature,that hath the jealous foole to her husband : 
 
 ‘I fafpea& without caufe ( Miftris doe I ? 
 
 Mif. Ford. Heaven be my witneffe you doe, it you ful- 
 
 pect me in any difhonefty. Sa 
 
 Ford. Well faidbrazen-face , hold it out : Come forth 
 firrah. 
 
 Page. Thispaffes. 
 
 Mr. Ford. Ate younotatham d,let the cloathes alone. 
 
 Ford, *I {hall find you anon. 
 
 Evans. ’Tis unreatonable;will you take up your wives 
 cloathes? Come,away- 
 
 Ford. Empty the basket I fay. 
 | (M1. Ford. Why man,why ? 
 
 Ford, Matter Page,as [amaman, there was one con- 
 vay d out of my honfe yefterday in this basket : why may 
 not he be there againe ? in my houfe J am fare he is : my 
 intelligence is true,my jealoufi¢ is reafonable,plucke mee 
 out all the linnen. 
 
 M$. Ford. \f you finde aman there , he thalldyea 
 Fleas death. 
 
 Page. Here’s no man. F 
 
 Shal. By my fidelity this is not well Mr. Ford: This 
 wrongs you. oki 
 _ Evan. M.Ford,you mutt pray, and not follow the ima- 
 ginations of your owne heart : this is} caloufies. 
 
 Ford, Weil,hee’s not here I feeke for. 
 Page. No,nor no where elfe but in your braine. 
 
 Ford. Helpe to fearch my honfe this one time: if I find 
 not what J feeke,fhew no colour for my extremity : Let 
 me for ever be your Table-fport: Letthem fay of me as 
 jealous as Ford, that fearctvd a hollow Wall-nut for his 
 Wives Lemman. Satisfie me once more,once more fearch 
 with me. 
 
 (M.Ferd. What hoat Miftris Page) come you and 
 the old Woman downe: my husband will come into the 
 Chamber. : 
 
 Ford. Old woman? what old woman's that? 
 
 Mif.Pord. Why itis my Maids Aunt of Brainford. 
 
 Ford. A Witch,a Queane, an old cozening Queance 
 Have I not forbid her my houfe? Shecomes of errands 
 do’s fhe 2 Weare fimple men , we doe not know what's 
 brought to paffe under the profeifion of Fortune-telling. 
 She workes by Charmes,by Spels,by th’Figare ,and fuch 
 dawbry asthisis, beyond our Element: wee know no- 
 thing. Comedowne you Witch, you Hagge you, come 
 
 downe I fay. 
 | cwift.Ford. Nay,good {weet husband , good Gentle- 
 men, let him not ftrike the old Woman. Exter Fal, 
 
 Mift.Page. Come Mother Prat , Gome give me your 
 hand. 
 
 Ford. Ile Prather: Out of my doore you Witch,you 
 Rag,you Baggage,you Pouleat,you Runnienjont,out : Ie 
 conjure you, le Fortune-tell you. - Exit Fal, 
 
 Mist. Page. Ave younotafham'd ? 
 
 I thinke you have kil'd the poore woman. 
 
 Mist Ford. Nay he will doe it, ‘tis a goodly credite 
 for you. 
 
 Ford. Hang her Witch. 
 
 The merry Wives of Wandfor. 55 
 
 _ Evans. By yea,and no, thinkethe o'man isa Witch 
 indeed:I like not when a o’man has a great peardsI fpie a 
 great peard under his Muffler: 
 Ford, Willyou follow Gentlemen, I befeech yon fol- 
 low : feebut the iffue ofmy jealoufie : If I ery out thus 
 upon no traile,never truft me when I open againc. 
 Page. Let’s obey his humour alittle further : 
 
 Come Gentlemen. Exennt. 
 Mift. Page. Truft me he beate him moft pitifully. 
 M.Ford, Nay by th’Mafle that heedid not : hee beate 
 
 him moft unpiteifully,me thought. 
 
 MiftePage. He have the cudgell hallow’d , and hung 
 ore the Altar,it hath done meritorious fervice, 
 
 Mift.Ford. What thinke you ? May we with the war- 
 rant of woman-hood, and the witneile of a good confci- 
 ence,purfue him with any further revenge ¢ 
 
 M.Page. The {pirit of wantonneffe is fure {car’d ont 
 of him, ifthe Divell have him not in fee-fimple,with fine 
 and recovery, he will never,I thinke,in the way of wafte, 
 
 .| attemptus againe. 
 
 Miit.Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how wee have 
 ferved him ? 
 
 Mift.Page. Yes,by all meanes:if it be but tofcrape the 
 figures out of your husbands braines : ifthey can finde in 
 their hearts, the poore unvertuous fat Knight fhall be any 
 further afflicted, we twowill {till be the minifiers. 
 
 Mitt. Ford, Ile warrant they’! kave him publikely 
 fham’d,and methinkes there would be no period to the 
 jeft,fhould he not be publikely {ham’d. 
 
 Mift.Page. Come,to the Forge withit, then fhapeit :1 
 would not have things coole. Extunt. 
 
 Seat nates = NO A ET ey 
 
 ScanaT ertia. 
 
 _ Enter Holt and Bardolfe. 
 
 Bar. Sir,the Germanedefires to have three of your 
 horfes : the Duke himfelfé will be to morrow at Court, 
 and they are going to meet him. 
 
 Hoff. What Duke fhould that be comes fo fecretly 2 
 I heare not of him inthe Court :let me fpeake with the 
 Gentlemen,they {peake Engh? 
 
 Bar. I Sir? We call him toyou. 
 
 Hoft. They fhallhavemy horfes, but le make them 
 pay: fiefawce them, they have had my houfes a weeke 
 at command : I have turn’d away my other guefts , they 
 muftcome off, Ile fawce them,come. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Page Ford ,Miftris Page, Miftris Ford, 
 Ford, and Evar:. 
 
 Evans. ’Tis one of the beft difcretions of a o'man as 
 ever I did looke upon. =e 
 
 Page. And did he ferid you both thefe Letters at an in- 
 fant? 
 
 Mit. Page. Within.a quarter ofan houre. 
 
 Ford, Pardon me(wife)henceforth do what thou wilt: 
 I rather will fafpect the Sanne with gold, - 
 Then thee with wantonneffe ; Now doth thy honor ftand 
 
 In 
 
(In him that was of late an Hereticke) 
 As firme of faith. 
 Page. “Tis well, tis well,no more : 
 Be not extreame in fubmiffion, as in offence, 
 But let our plot goe forward : Let our wives 
 Yet once againe(to make us publike {port) 
 Appoint a meeting with thisold fat fellow, 
 Where we may take him,and difgrace him for it. 
 Ford, There isno better way then that they {poke of 
 Page. Howerofend him word they’ meet him in the 
 Parke at midnight? Fie,fiehe"l never come. 
 
 Evin. You'fay he hath been throwne into the River:and 
 hasbeen grievoufly peaten, asan old ’oman : me thinkes 
 there fhould be terrours in him,that he fhould not come : 
 Methinkes his fleth is punifh’d, hee fhall have no de- 
 fires. 
 
 Page, Sothi:ke I too. 
 
 Ford. Devife but how you’! ufe him when he comes. 
 And letus two devifeto bring him thither. 
 
 M.Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the 
 Huhter({ometime a Keeper here in windfer Forreft) 
 Doth all the Winter time at ftill of midnight 
 - Walke roundabout an Oake, with great rage’d hornes, 
 And there he blafts the tree,and takes thecattle, 
 And makes milch-kine yeeld blood, and fhakes achaine 
 Tn a moft hideous and dreadfull manner. 
 
 You have heard of fuch a fpirit and weil you know 
 The fuperftitions idle-headed-E/d 
 
 Receiv d,and did deliver to our age 
 
 Thistale of Herne the Hunter for a truth: 
 
 Page. Why yetthere want not many that doe feare 
 In deepe of night to walke by this Hernes Oake : 
 
 Bat what of this? 
 
 CU. Ford, Marry this is ourdevife, 
 
 That Kalaffe at that Oake fhall meet with us. 
 
 Page. Well,kct itnot be doubted but he’l come, 
 
 A id. in thts fhape when you have brought him thither, 
 What thali be done with him ? What is your plot ? 
 (M.Page. That likewife have we thoaght upon , and 
 DN «n Page (my daughter )and my little fonne, thus : 
 And three or foure more of their growth,wee’l dreffe 
 Like Vrchins,Ouphes,and Fairies greene and white, 
 With rounds of waxen Tapers on their heads, 
 And Rattles in their hands; upon a fodaine, 
 As Falftafe,the,and I,arenewly met, 
 Let them from forth a Saw-pit ruth at once 
 Wich fome diffufed fong : Vpontheir fight 
 We two,ingreatamazednefle will flye : 
 Then let them all encircle him about, 
 And Fairy-like to pinch the uncleane Knight ; 
 And aske him why that houre of Fairy Revell, 
 In their fo facred pathes,he daresto tread 
 In fhape prophane, 
 Ford. Avdtill hetelithe truth, 
 Let the furpofed Fairies pinch him found, 
 And burne him withtheir Tapers. 
 
 4.Pa. The truthbeing’knowne,. _ 
 
 Welall prefent our felves; dif-horne the fpirit, 
 And mocke bim home to Windjor. 
 
 Ford. The children mutt 
 
 Be practis'd well to this,or they’! nev’r doo’t. 
 | Evan. Y willteach the children their behaviours:and'I 
 | willbe likea Tacke-an-Apesalfo,to burne the Knight with 
 
 my Taber. 
 | Ford. Thatwill be excellent, 
 
 ‘Te goc buy them vizards. 
 
 The erry Wives of Windfor. 
 
 Mift. Page. My Dai fhall be the Queene of allt 1" 
 Fairies, finely attired ina robe of white. a 
 Page. That filke will lgoebuy,andin thatame f i : 
 Shall M-S/ender{teale my Nanaway ae 
 And marry her at Eaton : goe,fend to Faifaffe ftraight. | | 
 Ford, Nay,leto him againe in name of Broome, 
 Hee'ltellme all his purpofe:fure hee’icome. 
 MiP a. Feare not you that : Goe get usproperti¢s © 
 And tricking for your Fairies: 
 Evans. Let us about it, : Fy 
 It isadmirable pleafures,and ferry honeft knaveries, 
 CMs. Page. Goe Mist.Ford, Sait 
 Send quickely to Sir Job» to know hig minde : 
 Ile tothe Dodtor,he hath my good will, 
 And none but he to marry with 24s Page: eh 
 Phat Séender(though well landed )is an Ideot : x 
 And he,my husband beft of all affects :_ a 
 The Dodtor is well monyed,and his friends eS . 
 Potent at Court : he,nene but he fhall have her, 5 
 Though twenty thonfand worthier come to crave pe | 
 ite | 
 
 ~ 
 iB 
 4 
 
 Scena quinta. 
 
 a sd a 
 
 Enter Ho5t, Simple, Falpoffe, Bardolfe, Evans, 
 Cains, Duickly, ; 
 
 Hof. What woulft thou have? (Boore) what > (thick | 
 skin ){peake,breathe,difcuffe: briefe,fhort,quicke,fnap. | 
 Sim. Marry fir,I come to {peake with Sir /oba Fal= | 
 fraffe trom M.Slender, — 
 Hoft, There’s his Chamber, his Houfe, his Caftle, | 
 his ftanding bed and truckle bed: ’tis painted about | ~ 
 with the flory ofthe Prodigall,freth and new :go, knock} 
 and call : hee’l fpeake like an Anthropophaginian unto | 
 thee : Knocke Lay. U ee 
 Sim. There's anold woman, a fat woman gone up into} — 
 his chamber: Ie be fo bold as {tay Sir till fhe come 
 downe : come to fpeake with her indeed. | 
 Hoff. Ha? Atat woman? The Knight may berobb'd: | 
 He call, Bully-Knight, Bully-Sir John : {peake from thy | 
 Lungs Military ; Artthouthere ? It is thine Hoft , thine 
 Ephefian cals. a 
 
 Fal. How now,mine Hoft >? 
 Hoft. Here’sa Bohemian-Tartar taries the comming | 
 downe of thy fat woman: ‘Let her defcend (Bully ) der} | 
 her defcend my Chambersare honourable + Fie, priva-| 
 cy ? Fie. eee 
 Fal. There was( mine Hoft ) anold fat wonfneven | _ 
 how with me,but fhe’s gone. 5 
 Sim. Pray you fir, was’t not the wile woman of 
 
 Brainford? . ; 
 was it (Moffel-fhel) what would you | | 
 
 Fal, J marry 
 with her ? 
 
 Sim. My Mafter (Sir) my Matter Slender » fenttoher | 
 {eeing het goe through the ftreets , to know (Sir ) whe- } 
 
 ther one Nims (Sir)that beguildhim ofa chaine, hadthe | — 
 chaine,or no. j 
 
 Fal. I{pake withthe old womanabouti.  - | 
 
 Sim. And what fayes the,i pray Sir? 
 Fal. Marry the fayes,that the very fame man that be- 
 
 guil d Malter Sdender of his Chaine,cozen'd him ofit. —. | 
 Simp. I would Icould have {poken with the woman | 
 
 her | 
 
 ptehet 
 
 4 
 
 . = 
 
her felfe,I had other things to have fpoken with her too, 
 from him. 
 Fal, What are they ? let us knows 
 Hoff, I,come : quickes 
 Fal, I may not conceale them (fir-) 
 Hof. Conceale them,or thou di’fts he 
 Sim, Why fir, they. were nothing but about Miftris 
 eAune Page, to know if ic were my: Matters fortune to 
 have her orno. 
 Fal. ’Tis, tis his fortune. 
 Sim. What Sir. 
 | Fal, Tohaveher,orno: goe; fay the woman told 
 | me fo. 
 Sim. May Ube bold to fay fo fir? 
 Fal, I fir : like who.more bold. . 
 Sim. Ithanke your worfhip : 1 fhall make my matter 
 glad with thefe tidings. 
 
 | was there a wife woman withthee? 
 
 Fal. I,thatthere was (mine Hof) onethathath taught 
 me more wit,then ever Iearn’d before in my lifes and 
 | I paid nothing for itneither, but was paid for my’ lear- 
 
 ing. Enter Bardolph, 
 
 Bar. Outalas({ir)cozonage: meere cozonage. 
 
 Hoff. Where be my horfes ? {peake well of them var. 
 
 letto. 
 | Bar. Run away withthe cozoners : for fo foone:asI 
 4 came beyond Eaton, they threw me off from behinde 
 
 one of them in a flow of myre; and fet {purres, and 
 away; like three Germane-Divels; three Doctor» Fau- 
 SHtuffes. 
 on They are gone but to meet the Dake (villaine) 
 doe not fay they be fied : Germanes are hone men, 
 Enter Evans. 
 
 Ev. Where is mine Hof? 
 
 Host. What isthe matter fir? 
 
 Evans. Have acare of your entertainments: there isa 
 friend of mine come to towne, telsmethere is three Co- 
 zen-Iermans ,that has cozend all the Hoffs of Readias, of 
 Maidenhead ; of Cole.brooke, of borfes and money: I 
 tell you for good will (looke you)you are wife, and full 
 of gibes, and viouring-ftockes: and ’tis not conventent 
 you fhould be cozoned.Fare you well. Exit. Enter (ains, 
 
 (as. Ver'is mine Hoft ae larteere ? 
 
 Hof. Here (Mafter Doctor )in perplexity and doubt- 
 fulldelemma. 
 
 (i. T cannot tell yat is dat : butitis tell-a-me, dat you 
 make grand preparation for a Duke de Jamany: by my 
 trot : derisno Duke dat the Court is know, tocome : I 
 tell youfor good will : adieu. Exit. 
 
 Hof. Huy and cry(viliaine)goe: affift me Knight, I 
 am undone : fiye,run : huand cry (villaine) I am undone. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Fal. I would all the world might be cozen’d, for I 
 have beene cozened and beaten too : if it fhould come to 
 the care of the Court, how I have beene transform’d;and 
 how my transformation hath beene wath’d and cudgel’'d, 
 they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and li- 
 quor Fifhermens boots with me: I warrant they would 
 whip me with their fine wits, till I were as creft-falne as 
 adri‘d Peare : I never profper d,fince } forfwore my felfc 
 at Primero: well,if my wind were but long enough ; I 
 would repent: Now ? Whence come you? 
 
 Enter Quickly, 
 
 Qs. From the two parties forfooth. 
 
 Fai. The Divell take one party , and his Dam the 
 
 The merry Wrves of Windfor. 
 
 Hoff. Thowart clearkly ; thou art clearkly (fir Zohn) | 
 
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 57 
 
 other : and fothey*fhall be both beftow'd3 I have fuf- 
 fei’d more for theirfakes ;. more than the villanotis in- 
 conftancy of mansdifpofition is able to beare. 
 
 Qu. And have not they {uffer'd? Yes; I wartant, {pe- 
 cionfly one.of them; MiltrisFord (good heart): is beaten 
 ai blue ; that youcannor fee'a white {pot about 
 
 er. 
 
 Fats Whattell'ft thou mee of blacke’and blue ?. I was 
 beaten my felfe into‘all the colours ofthe Rainebow : and 
 1 was like to be apprehended for the Witchof Brain. 
 ford,out that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counter- 
 feiting the action ofan old Woman deliver’dmee; the 
 Knave Gonftable-hadfet me ith’ Stockes , ith’ common 
 Stockes for a Witch. 
 
 Qu, Sir ;let me fpeake with you in your Chamber, 
 you fhail heare how things goe,and (1 warrant ). toyour 
 content : here isa letter will fay fomewhat: (good hearts) 
 what a-doe here isto bring you together? Sure one of 
 youde’s not ferve heaven well,that youare £0 crofs‘d. 
 
 Fal.» Come up into my Chamber. Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Sexta. 
 
 Enter Fenton, Host. 
 
 Hoff, Matter Fenton,xalke not tomee;my minde is hea 
 vy :T will give over all. 
 
 Fen. Yet heare me {peake : affiltme in my purpofe, 
 And(as Iam a Gentleman) i!e give thee 
 A hundred pound in gold,more then yourlofie. 
 
 Host. I will heare you ( Matter Petron) and I will (at 
 the leait)keepe your counfell. 
 
 Fen, From time to time, I have acquainted you 
 Withthedearelove! beareto faire Anne Page, 
 Who, mutually hath anfwer’d my affection, 
 (So farre forth,as her felfe might be her chufer ) 
 Even to my with ;. I havea letter from her 
 Of fiich contents,as you will wonder at; 
 The mirth whereof,folarded with my matter, 
 That neither fingly can be manifefted 
 Without the fhew of both : fat Sir John Falftafe 
 Hath a great Scene ; the image of the jeft 
 Tle fhew you liere at large(harke good mine Hof: ) 
 To night at Hernes Oke, jult ‘cwixt twelve and one, 
 Muft my {weet Wan prefent the Faiery Queene: 
 The purpofe why, is here ¢ in which difguife 
 While other jeftsare fomething ranke on foot, 
 Her father hath commanded her to flip 
 Away with Siender,and with him at Eaton 
 Immediately to marry : She hath confented : Now Sir, 
 Her mother,(even ftrong againft that match 
 And firme for Doctor Cains hath appointed 
 That he fhall likewife fhufile heraway, 
 While other {ports ate tasking of their mindés, 
 Andat the Deanry,where a Prieftatr ads 
 Strait marry her : to this her Mothers plot 
 She (feemingly obedient)lik ewitt hath 
 Made promite tothe Doctor : Now, thus it refts, 
 Her father meanes the fhall be all in white ; 
 And inthat habite,when Stender fees his time 
 Yo take her by the hand,and bid her goe ; 
 She fhall goe with bim : her Mother hath intended! 
 (The better to devote her to the Doctor; 
 For they mutt all be mask’d and vizarded) 
 
The merry Wises of Windfar. 
 
 That quaint in greene, the fhall be leofe enroab’d, 
 With Ribands-pendant,fiaring bout her head; 
 And when the Do Gor {pies his vantage ripe, 
 To pineh her by the hand,and on thattoken, 
 The maid hath given confentto goe with him. 
 Hoff... W hich meanes fhe to. deceive 2 Father,or Mo- 
 ther? ; 
 Few, Both (my good Holt) to goe along with me.; 
 And here it refts,"hat you'l procure the V icar 
 To fay for me at Chareh, twixt twelveand one, 
 And in the lavwfull name of marrying; 
 To give our heartsunited ceremony. : 
 Hof.. Well,husband your device 5 He to the Vicar, 
 Bring you the Maid, you fhall not lacke a Prieft . 
 Fen. So {hall 1 evermore be bound to thee ; 
 
 Befides, lie make a prefent recompence. Exeunt. 
 
 Attus Quintus, Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Falftaffe,Quickly ana Ford. 
 
 Fal, Prethee no more pratling :.go,Ile hold,this is the 
 third time: I hope good lucke lies in odde numbers, A- 
 way ,goe,they fay there is: Divinity inodde numbers, ¢i- 
 ther in Nativity chance,or death : away. 
 
 Qui. Me provide youachaine, and Iledoe what I can 
 toget you apaire of hornes. . 
 
 Fat, Away I fay ,time weares, holdup your head and 
 mince. How now M, Broome ? Malter Broome, the mat- 
 ter, will be knowne to night, or never. Be you in the 
 Parke about midnight, at Hernes-Oake, and you hall fee 
 wonders. 
 
 Ford. Went younot to her yefterday(Sir)as youtold 
 me you had appointed ? 
 
 Fal. 1 went to her ( Mafter Broome ) as you fee, like a 
 poore-old-man , but I came from her (Mafter Broome ) 
 like a poote-old- woman ; that fame Knave ( Ford her huf- 
 band) hath the fineft mad Diveli of fealoufie in him ( Ma- 
 {ter Broome) that ever govern’d Frenzie. I will tell you, 
 he beat.me grievoufly,in the thape ofa woman : ( for in 
 the fhape Ee ( Malter B:oome) I feare.not Goliah 
 with a Weavers beame, (becanfe 1 know alfo, life is a 
 Shuttle )L am in hafte,goe along with mee, Ie tell you all 
 (Malter Broome: ) fince I pluckt Geefe , plaid Trewant 
 and whipt Top, I knew not what’twasto be beaten, tull 
 lately. Follow me, Ile tell you ftrange things of this 
 Knave Ford,on whom tonight I will be revenged , and I 
 will deliver his wife into your hand.. Follow , ftrange 
 things in hand ( M. Broomse) follow. Exeunt; 
 
 gc 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 Enter Page,Shallow Slender, ; 
 
 _ Page. Come, come: wee'll couch ith Caflle-ditch 
 till we fee the light of our Fairies. Remember fonne Siem. 
 my daughter. : 
 Slen. I forfooth,| have {poke with her , and wee have 
 a nay-word howto know one anothers I come to her 
 in white , and cry Mum ; fhe cryes Budget, and by that 
 
 - 
 
 ¢ know: one another: : tim 
 ys Shal, That’s good too: but what needes either yout 
 Mum,or her Budget ? The white will decipher her well | q 
 enough. It hath ftrooke ten a’clecke. Ok A 
 
 Page. Thenight isdarke, Light and Spirits willbe: | 
 come it well: Heaven profper cur {port. Noman.meanes F 
 evill but the Divell,and we {hall know him by his hornes,} 
 Letsaway : follow me. yp: Exe 
 
 aE cae ener cise 
 
 Scena T ertia. _ 
 Enter Adit. Page, Mift.Ford,( ains, 
 
 M5. Page. M‘. Do&tor,my daughter is in greene, when | ie 
 you fee your time, take her by the hand, away with her} — 
 tothe Deanry,and difpatch it quickly: goe before into} 
 the Packe : wetwo mutt goe together. Oo A 
 
 (ai. I know vatI have to do,adieu. Ext 
 M5. Page. Fare you well ((ir:)my husband will not re= | 
 joyce fo muchat the abufe of Falstaffe, as he will chafe at} 
 the Doctors marrying my daughter : But’tisno matter 5 | 
 better alittle chiding, thena great deale of heart-breake, | 
 
 CMG. Ford. Where is Nan now? and her troope of) 
 Fairies ? and the Welth Divell Herne ? i aw 
 
 Mift Page, They are all couch’d ina pit hard by Harnes | 
 Oake, with obfcur’d Lights ; which at the very inftant} 
 of Faiftaffes and our meeting, they will at once difplay to | 
 thenight. ot 
 
 Mist. Ford. That cannot choofe butamazehim, ©] 
 
 Mift.Page.1f he be not amaz’d he will be mock’d: If} 
 he be amaz’d,he will be mock’d. aoe 
 
 M4Gft. Ford. Wee'l betray him finely. + 4 
 
 Mi.Pa. Againft fuch Lewdfters, and their Lechery 
 Thofe thar betray them doe no treachery. 
 
 Mift.Ford. The houre drawes on : tothe Oake,tothe 
 Oake. Exenat. Ba 
 
 ~~ 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Evans and Fairies. 2 
 
 Evans. Trib,trib, Fairies : Come, and remember your | 
 
 parts : be pold (I pray you) follow meintothe pit, and} 
 
 when I givethe watch-ords : doe as I bid you: Come, | — 
 come,trib,trib, Exennt. | 
 
 Scena quinta. 
 
 _ ~ Enter Falpaffe, Msftrelfe Page, Miftris Ford, Evans, — 
 Anne Page, Fairies, Page, Ford, Quickly, 
 Slender Fenton ,( asus ,Piftoll. 
 
 Fal. The Windfor Bell hath ftroke twelve : the Mi- | _ 
 nute drawes on : Now the hot-bloodied-gods affift mee: | 
 Remember Iove,thou waft a Bull for thy Europa, Love | 
 fet on thy hornes. O powerfull Love , that in fome re- | 
 {pects makes a Beafta Man: in fome other,aMan,a Beat. | 
 You wereal(o (Iupiter)a Swan, for the love of Leda: O 
 
 TE pie omnipo-. 
 
= Ss=2 {AF SS 
 
 omnipotent Love,how nere the god drew to the com- 
 plexion of a Goote : a fault done firft in the forme ofa 
 Beatt,(O Love;a beaftly fanlt :) and then another fault, 
 in the iemblance of a Fowle,thinke on’t (Love) a fowle- 
 fault. When godshave hot-backes , what {hall poore 
 men doe?For me, I am here a Windfor Stagge, and the 
 fatteft (Ithinke) 1th Forreft. Send mea coole rut-time 
 (loye)or whocan blame me to pifle my Tallow? Who 
 comeshere? my Doe ? 
 
 M.Ford. Sit Lobn? Artthou there (my Deare?) 
 
 My male-Deere ? 
 
 Fal. My Doe with the blacke Scut? Let the skie 
 raine Potatoes: let it thunder, to the tune of Greene- 
 fleeves, haile-kiffing Comfits , and {row Eringoes: Let 
 there come a tempelt of provocation, I will fhelter mee 
 here, 
 
 M. Ford. Miftris Page is come with me ( Sweetheart.) 
 
 I willkeepe my fides to my felfe , my fhoulders for the 
 fellow ofthis walle ; and my hornes I bequeathe your 
 husbands. Am Ia Woodman,ha? Speake I like Herne 
 the Hunter? Why,now is Cupid a childe of Contcience , 
 he makesreftitution. As Iam a truefpirir,welcome. 
 
 M.Page Alas,what noyfe ? 
 
 UM.Ford. Heaven forgive our finnes. 
 
 Fal, What fhould this be? 
 
 (M1. Ford..M.Page. Away awaye 
 
 Fal. I thinke the Divell will not have me damn’, 
 Leaft the Oyle that’s in me {hould fet hell on fire; 
 He wouldnever elfe croffe me thus. 
 
 Enter Fasries. 
 
 - Qui. Fairies, blacke,gray greene sand white, 
 You Moone-fhine Revellers;and fhades of night. 
 You Orphan heires of fixed deftiny, 
 Attend your oifice,and your quality. 
 Crier Hob-goblin,make the Fairy Oyes- 
 
 Pift. Elves,lift yourinames: Silence you ayry toyes. 
 Cricket,to #mdfor Chimneyes fhalt thou leape : 
 Where fires thou find’ft unrak’d,and Hearthsunfiwept, 
 There pinch the Maides as blue as Bilbery, 
 Our radiant Queene hates Slutsand flattery. 
 
 Fal,T hey are Fairies,he that fpeakes to them fhall die. 
 Iewinke and couch : No mantheit'workes muft eye. 
 
 fv. Where's Bede?Go you,and where you finda Maid 
 That ere.the fleepe hasthrice her prayersfaid, 
 Raife up the Organs of her fantafie; 
 Sleepe fhe as found as carelefle infancy, 
 But thofe as fleepe and thinke not on their finnes, 
 Pinchrhem armes,legs,backs, fhoulders,fidesand fhinnes. 
 
 #. About,about: 
 Search Wind/er Caftle(Elves)within ,and out. 
 1 Strew good lucke(Ouphes)on every facred roome, 
 That it may ftand till the perpetuall doome, 
 In ftate as wholefome,as in ftate “tis fit, 
 Worthy the Owner, and the Owner it. 
 The feverall Chaires of Order,looke you fcowre 
 With juyce of Balme ; and every precious flowre, 
 Each faire Iniftalment,Coat,and fev’rall Creft, 
 With loyall Blazon evermiore be blett. 
 And Nightly.medow-Fairies,looke you fing 
 Like to the Garters-Compaffe in a Ring, 
 Th’expreflure that it beares : Greene let itbe, 
 More fertile-frefh then all the field to fee : 
 And ,Hony Soit Qui Mal-7-Pen/e write 
 In Emrold. tuffes, Flowres purple,blue,and white, 
 Like Saphire-pearle,and rich Embroiderie, 
 
 The merry Weves of Windfor. 
 
 Buckled below faire Knight-hoods bending knee ; 
 Fairies ufe Flowers for their Characterie, 
 
 Away ,difperfe : But till “tis onea clocke, 
 
 Onr dance of cuftome round about the Oke 
 
 Of Herne the Hunter, let us not forget: 
 
 * €v,Pray youlocke hand in hand,your felvesin order fet: 
 ‘And twenty Glow-wormes {hall our Lanthornes be 
 
 To guide our Meafiire round about the tree. 
 
 But f{tay,I {mell a man of middle earth. 
 
 Fal, Divi'd me like a brib’d-Bucke , eacha Haunch: |. 
 
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 Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welth Fairy, 
 
 Leaft hetransformé me to a peece of Cheefe- 
 
 Pit, Vilde worme, thou walt ore-look’d even in thy 
 
 birth. 
 
 Qu. With tryall-fire touch me his finger end : 
 
 If he be chafte,the flame will backe defcend 
 And turne him to no paine : but if he ftart, 
 Itis the flefh ofacorrupted heart. 
 
 Pift. Atriall,come. 
 Evans.Gome,willthis wood take fire 2 
 Fal. Oh,oh,oh. 
 
 Qu, Corrupt,corrupt,and tainted in defire. 
 
 About him( Fairies )fing afcornfull Rime, 
 And as you trip, till pinch him to your time. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 Fieon fnfull phantafie: Fie on Luft and Luxurie : 
 Luff cs but a bloody fire kindled with unchafke defire, 
 
 Fed inheart whofe flames afpire, 
 ets thoughts doe blow them higher and higher. 
 
 Pinch binp( Faivies)mutually : pinch him for bis Villanie. 
 
 Pinch him and barne him and turne him about, 
 Till Candles and Starelight,and Moone-fbine be ext. 
 
 Pages Nay doenot flye, Ithinke we have watcht you 
 now: Will none but Herse the Hunter ferve your 
 turne? 
 
 M. Page. 1 pray you come, hold up the jeftno higher. 
 Now (good Sir [ohn Jhow like you Windfor WW ives? 
 
 See you thefé husbands ? Doe not thele faire Okes 
 Become the Forreft better then the Towne ? 
 
 Ford. Now Sit,who'sa Cuckold now ? 
 Mt. Broome, Falftaff's a Knave,aCuckoldly Knave, 
 Heere are his hornes Mafter Broome: 
 And Matter Breome , he hath enjoyednothing of Fords, 
 but his Buck-basker, bis Cudgell , andtwenty pounds of 
 money, which mutt be paid to M. Broome, his horfes are 
 arrefted for it, M.Broome. 
 
 MF od. Sis Tohn,we have had illlucke > we could ne- 
 vermect : I willnever take youfor my Love againe,but 
 I willalwayescount you my Deere. 
 
 Fal. I doe begin to perceivethat I am made an Affe. 
 
 Ford, 1, and an Oxe too: both the proofes are ex- 
 
 ‘tant. ‘ 
 
 Fal. And thefe are not Fairies : 
 Twasthree or foure times in the thought they were. not 
 Fairies,and yet the guiltinefle of my minde , the fodaine 
 furprize of my powers,drove the groflenefle of the fop- 
 pery into a receiv'd beliefe, in defpight ofthe teeth of all 
 rimeand reafon, that they were Fairies. See now how 
 wit may be madea Iacke-a-Lent, when tis upon ill im- 
 ployment. 
 
 Evan, Sir loba Falftaffe , ferve Got, and leave your 
 defires,and Fairies will not pinfe you- 
 
 Ford. Well {aid Fairy Hagh- 
 
 Evan, And leave you your jealouzies too, 
 
 you. 
 
 I pray 
 Ford. 
 
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SCT - 
 
 Ford. | willnever miftgufl my. wife againe, till thou 
 art able to weoe her in good Engh. : 53 
 ~ Fal. Havel laid my braine in the Sunne and dri’d it, 
 that it wants matter to prevent fo grofle ore-reaching as 
 this? Am I ridden witha WelchGoattoo? Shall I have 
 a Coxecomlic of Frize? *Tistime I were choak’d witha 
 peece of toafted Cheefe. eis 
 
 Evaus.Seckz is not good to give putter; your pelly is all 
 putter. 
 
 Fal. Seefe and Putter? Have I liv’d to ftand atthe 
 taunt of onethat makes Fritters of Engl? ‘This is ¢- 
 nough to be the decay of Luft and late-walking through 
 the Realme. : 
 
 Mit Page. Why Sir John, doe you thinke,though we 
 would have thruft vertue out of our hearts by the head 
 and fhoulders, and have given our felves without {crupie 
 to Hell, that everthe Diveli could have made you our 
 delight ? 
 
 Ford. What,aHodge-pudding? A bag of Flax? 
 
 Ans. Page. A puft man > : 
 
 Page. Old,cold,wither’d,and of intollerable entrails? 
 
 Ford. And one thatis as flanderous as Sathan? 
 
 Page. Andaspoore as Job. 
 
 Ford. And as wicked as his wife ? 
 
 Evan. And given to Fornications,and to Tavernes,and 
 Sacke,and Wine,and Metheglins, andtodrinkings, and 
 {wearings,and flaring ? Pribbles and prabbles? 
 
 Fal. Well,l'am your Theame: you have the flart of 
 me, Lam dejected : I am notable to anfwer the Welch 
 Flannell, ignorance itfelfe isa Plummet ore me , ufe me as 
 you will, 
 
 Ford, Marry fir, wee'l bring you to Winder to one 
 
 _M! Broome, that youhave cozon’d of money, to whom 
 
 you fhould have beene a Pander : over and above that. you 
 have fuffer’d, Ithinke,to repay that money will be a. bi- 
 ting affliction. 
 Page, Yet be cheerefull Knight , thou fhalt eat a\ Poffet 
 to nightat my houfe; where J will defire theeto‘laggh at 
 
 | my wife, that now laughesat thee : Tell her M™ S/ender 
 
 hath married ber daughter. 
 Mift Page. Dosors doubt that ; 
 Ife-dune Page be my daughter , theis ( by this ).Doctor 
 Caius wife. 
 Enter Slender. 
 Slen.. Whoa hoe,hoe,Father Page. 
 Page, Sonne? How now? How new fonne, 
 Have you difpatch’d ? ; 
 
 Slen. Difpatch’d ? Me make. the -bett in Glofterfhire 
 know on’t : would I were hang’d la,elfe. 
 
 Page. Of what,fonne? 
 
 Sten: I came yonder at Eatonto marry Miftris edane 
 Page, and fhee's a great lubberly Boye If it had not beene 
 itCharch, I would have {wing’d him, or he fhould have 
 fwing’dmec. IfI did not thinke it had beene enne 
 
 Page, would I might never ftirre, and. ’tis a Poft-maters 
 Boy. r 
 
 The meery Wives of Windfar. 
 
 FINS. 
 
 ace. Vponmy life then,you tooke the wrong. | 
 Se a ara you par de that? I thinkefo, when i 
 I tookea Boy for aGirle : If I had beene married to e, 
 (forall he was in womans apparel) I would not have af 
 him. a 
 Page. Why,this is your owne folly, : a 
 Did not I tell you how you fhould know my daughter |] 
 By her garments ? = 0h 
 ’ Slone} went to her in greene , and cryed Mum, and . 
 fhe cry’d Budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yer it} 
 was not Azne,bnt a Poft-mafters Boy. mt 
 Mift.Page. Good George be not angry,1 knew of your | — 
 purpofe ; tarn’dmy daughter into white, and indeed thee | 
 isniow with the Doétor at the Deanry,and there married, 
 Enter (asus. 203 Sanaa 
 Cai. Ver is Miftris Page: by gat Tam cozoned 5 1 ha 
 married one Garfoon, a Boe ;.0on Pefant,by gar. A Boy, | 
 it isnot Aw Page,by gar,I am cozoned. — ee 
 M.Pa. Why ? did you take her in white 2 7G 
 C4i. Ibe gar, and "isa Boy: begar, Ie raife allWind: | 
 Ors bts 
 ; Ford. This is ftrange : Who hath got the right Anmeéf |” 
 Page. My heart mifgives me,here comes M.Fentoms | | 
 How now M. Fenton? eae 
 4n. Pardon good father good my mother.pardom,) .] 
 Page. Now Miftris: ar 
 How chance you went not with M. Slender ?: ) a 
 MMi. Pa. Why went you not with M'.DoétorMaid? | 
 Fen. You doe.amazeher: hearethe truth ofit, | 
 You would have married her moft thamefilly, 
 Where there was no proportion held in love : 
 The truth is,heand I (long fincecontracted ). 1 299 
 Are now fo fure that nothing can diffolveus 2400) 7 
 Th’offenceis holy that fhe hath committed , 
 And this deceit lofes the name of craft, a 
 Of difobedience,or unduteons title; 0h ae 
 Since therein the doth evitate and fhun a 
 A thonfand irreligious curfed houres a Ie 
 Which forced mastiage would have brought upon her : 
 Ford. Stand not amaz’d, here is no remedy. : 21 a 
 In Love,the heavensithemfelves doe guide the ftate, 
 Money buyes Lands,and wivesare fold by fate, ~!. 
 Fal, 1am glad ,»though you have tanea fpeciall fland 
 to ftrikeat me,that your Arrow hath glanc’de. 
 _ Page. Well,whatremedy ? Fenton, heaven give theé 
 Joy what cannot be efchew'd,amft beembrac’d, | 
 Fal, When night-dogs runne , all ferts of Deereare | _ 
 chac’d. ve] 
 Md Pa, Well,I willmute no further : M.Fenton, 
 Heaven give you many ,many merry. dayes : ere | 
 Good husband,let us every one oe home, vidoe 
 And laugh this {port ore by.a countrey fire, woTede 
 Sir Joba and all, , i Tate 
 Ford. Let it be fo (Sir Tobn:) sytst 
 To Matter Broome,you yet fhall-hold your word, 
 For he,to night ¢halilye with Miftris Ford, 
 
 Exeunts\ 
 
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 BiG De OG 
 
 Pe) 
 “G35 
 
 MEASVRE 
 For Meature. 
 
 . eA tus Primus, Scena Prima, 
 
 Exter Duk:,€{calus,Lords. 
 
 Duke. 
 r ees Scalus, 
 
 _ ai Efta. My Lord. 
 
 y Wyk Dek,Of government,the properties to unfold, 
 BY Would feeme inme t’affed {peech and difcourfe. 
 Since I am putto know,that your owne Science 
 Exceedes (in that) the lifts of all advice ; 
 
 My ftrength can give you : Then no more remaines 
 But that,to your {uificiency, as your worth is able, 
 And let them worke : The nature of our people, 
 Oar Cities infti:sutions and the Termes 
 For Common Iuftice,y’are.as pregnant in 
 As Art,and practife hath enriched any 
 That we rememember : There is our Commiffion, _ 
 From which,we would not have you warpe ; call hither, 
 Ifay,bid come before us Aagels: 
 What figure of usthinke you,he will beare: 
 .| For you mutt know ,we have with fpeciall foule 
 Elected him our abfence to fupply 5 
 Lent him our terror,dreft him with our love, 
 And given his Deputation allthe Organs — 
 Ofour owne power : what thinke you of it ? 
 
 Efe. If any in Vienna be of worth 
 To undergoe fuch ainple grace and honour, 
 Itis Lord Awgelo. 
 
 Enter eAngelo. 
 
 Duke, Looke where he comes. 
 Ang. Alwayes obedient to your graces will, 
 Icometo know your Graces pleafure. 
 Duke. eAingelo : 
 There is a kinde of Character in thy life, 
 That to th’obferver,doth thy hiftory 
 Fully vnfold :' Thy felfe and thy belongings 
 Are not thine owne fo proper,as to watte 
 Thy felfe upon thy vertues ; they on thee : 
 » Heaven doth with us,as we with Torches doe, 
 Not light them for themfelves : For if our vertues 
 Did not goe forth of us,’twere all alike 
 _ Asif we had them not: Spirits are not finely touch’d, 
 Butto fine iffues : nor Nature never lends 
 The finalleft fcruple of her excellence, 
 | Butlikeathrifcy goddeffe fhe determines 
 Her felfe the glory of a creditour, 
 Boththankes and ufe ; but Idoe bend my fpeech 
 
 ee ee ee Se ee ee ae ee eT eee ee eee ee ee mmimenaenemmmemnneane nt 
 
 eS 
 
 To one that can my part in him advertife ; 
 Hold therefore angele : 
 In our remove,be thou at full,our felfe : 
 Mortality and Mercy in Usenna 
 Live in thy tongue and heart ; Old €fealas 
 Though firft in queftion,is thy fecondary. 
 Take thy Commiffion, 
 Ang. Now good my Lord 
 Let there befome more teft,made of my mettle, 
 Before fo noble and fo great a figure 
 Be ftampt’t upon it. 
 Duke. No moreevafion : 
 We have witha leaven'd,and prepared choyce 
 Proceeded to-you ; therefore take your honours 3 
 Oar hafte from hence is of fo quicke condition, 
 That it prefers it felfe,and leaves unqueftion’d 
 Matters of needfull values We thall write to you 
 As time,and eur concernings fhall importune, 
 How it goes with us,and doe looke to know 
 What doth befall you here. Sofare you well : 
 To th’hopefull execution doe I leave you, 
 Of your Commiffion. 
 Ang. Yet give leave(my Lord;) : 
 That we may bring you fomething on the way. 
 Duke. My hafte may notadmit it, 
 Nor need you(on mine honour )have to doe 
 With any {cruple : your fcope is as mine owne, 
 So to inforce, or qualifie the Lawes, * 
 Asto your foule feemes good ? Give me your hand, 
 He privilyaway : I lovethepeople, 
 But doe not like to ftage meto their eyes : 
 Though it doe well, I doe not rellifh well 
 Their loud applaufe,and Aves vehement : 
 Nor doe I thinke the man of fafe difcretion ‘ 
 That do’s affectit. Once more fare you well. 
 eng. The heavens givefafety to your purpofes. 
 &e. Lead forth and bring you backe in happineffe. 
 Duke. Ithanke you,fare you well. Exit. 
 Efe. I thall defire you,Sir,to give me leave 
 To have free fpeech with you ; and it concernes me 
 To looke into the bottome of my place : 
 A power I have,but of what ftrength and nature, 
 Tam not yet inftructed. 
 e4ug, “Tis fo with me : Letus with-draw together, 
 And we may foone our fatisfaction have ; 
 Touching that point. 
 Efe. Me wait upon you honour. 
 
 F- 
 
Sccena fecunda. 
 
 ——— 
 
 Enter Lecio,and two other Gentlemen. 
 
 Luc. If the Duke, with the ether Dukes, come not to 
 compofition with the King of Hungary , why thenall the 
 Dukes fall upon the King. ° ; 
 
 1 Gent, Heaven grant usits peace, but not the Kiog of 
 Hungarics. ; 
 
 2 Gent. Amen. ‘ 
 
 Lwc. Thouconclud’ft like the Sanétimonious Pyrat, 
 that went to Seawith the tenne Commandements , but 
 fcrap’d one out of the Table. 
 
 2 Gent. Thou fhalt not fteale? 
 
 Lue. 1,that he raz’d. 
 
 1 Gent. Why? ‘twas a Commandement to command 
 the Captaine and all the reft from their functions : they 
 put forth to fteale: There’s not a fouldier of us all, that 
 inthe thankefgiving before meate,doe rallifh the petition 
 well that prayes for peace. ; bc 
 
 2 Gent. I never heard any fouldier diflike it. 
 
 Lue. I beleeve thee: for I thinke thou never was’t 
 where Grace was faid. 
 
 2 Gent. No?a dozen times at leaft. 
 
 1 Gent. What? in meeter ? 
 
 Luc. In any ptoportion,or in any language. 
 
 1 Gent, I thinke,or in any Religion. 
 
 Luc. I,why not? Grace,is Grace, defpight of all con- 
 troverfie :_asfor example ; Thou thy felfe art a wicked 
 villaine,def{pight ofall Grace 
 
 1 Gent. Well: there went buta paire of fheeres be- 
 tweene us, ae ; 
 
 Lue. I grant as there may bétweene the Lifts and 
 the Velvet. Thou art the Lift. 
 
 1 Gent. Andthou the Velvet ; thouart good Velvet; 
 thou'rt athree pil’d-peece I warrant thee: I had as tiefe 
 beaLyft ofan Englifh Kerfey,as be pil’d,asthou art pil’d 
 for a French Velvet.Doe I {peeke feelingly now ? 
 
 Luc. Ithinke thou doft and indeed with moft paine- 
 full feeling of thy {peech : I will, out of thine owne con- 
 feffion,learne tobegin thy health; but whilft I live , for- 
 get to drinke after thee, ne 
 
 1 Gent.Ithinke I have done my felfe wrong, have I not? 
 
 2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, 
 or free. Enter Bawde. 
 
 Luc. Behold,behold,where Madam Afitigation comes. 
 Ihave purchas‘d as many difeafes under her Roofe, 
 
 AS COME tO mmm 
 
 2 Gent. To whatI pray ? 
 
 Inc: Judge. ; 
 
 2 Gene. To three thoufand Dollours a yeere’ 
 
 i Gent. T,and more. 
 
 aa A Feeh crowrie more: 
 
 1 Gent. Thou art alwayes figuring difeafesin me } 
 thou art full of errour,I a taal : - <a 
 
 Inc. Nay, not ( as one would fay ) healthy : but fo 
 found, as things that are hollow ; thy bones are hollow : 
 iaien, hasmade a tell oe . : 
 
 1 Gent. How now, which of your hi be ae 
 profound Sciatica? : : ps has the mof 
 
 ee ‘Well, well :there’s one yonder arrefted , and 
 carried to prifon,was worth five thonfand of youall. 
 
 2 Gent. Who'sthat I prethee ? : 
 
 Bawd. Marry fir,that’s Clandio,Signior Clandio, 
 
 3 
 
 eafure ‘for Meafure. ¢ 
 
 1 Gent. Clandioto prifon?’tisnotfo. eo 
 Biod. Nay,but I ee ‘tis fo: Ifaw him arrefteds} 
 faw hint carried away : and which is more, within thefe | ~ 
 three daycshis head to be chopt off. - ie 
 Lwe. But,after all this fooling,t would net have itfo:} 
 Ar thou fure of this ? ' ? ia 
 Bawd. 1am too-fure of it : and it is for getting Ma} ~ 
 dam Jslietta with child. a e 
 Lic. Beleeve mee this may be: hee promis'd to mecte} 
 me two howres fince,and he was ever precife in promifg. |” | 
 keeping. ae ii 
 2 Gent. Befides you know, it drawes fomething neere {| 
 to the fpeech we had to fuch a purpofe. 
 1 Gent. But moft of all agreeing with the Proclamation. | 
 wc. Away,let’sgoclearnethe truthof it. xen, | 
 Bawd. Thus,what with the war ; what with the fweat, | 
 what with the gallowes , and what with poverty , Tam] 
 cuftome-fhrunke, How now? what's the newes with |” 
 your Emer Clowne. : ie 
 Clow, Yonder mati is carryed to prifon. 
 Baw. Well: what has he done ? 
 Clow, A woman. 
 Baw. But what's his offence ? 
 (low. Groping for Trowts,in a peculiar River. 
 Baw. What? ts there a Maid with child by him? rh 
 (low. No :but there’sa woman with Maid by him: | 
 you have not heard of the Proclamation,have you? 
 Baw. What Proclamation,man? ee 
 (low. All houfesin the Suburbes of Vienna pat bee Fm 
 pluck’d downe. 
 Baw. And what fhall become of thofe inthe Citie? | 
 Clw. They thall ftand for feed: they had gonedowne | 
 too,but thata wife Burger putin forthem. a 
 Baw. But fhall all our houfes of refort in the Suburbes | 
 be pull’ddowne? 
 Clow. To theground Miftris. . 
 Baw. Why here’sa change indeed in the Common- 
 wealth : what fhall become of me? 7 
 (low, Come :fearenot you: good Counfellours lacke |” 
 no Clients : though youchange your place; you need net | 
 change your Trade:Ile be your Tapfter ftill;courage,there | 
 will be pitty taken.on you; you that have worne youreles | 
 almoft out in the fervice,you will be confidered. 
 ; Bawd. What's t6 doe here, Thomas Tapfter ? let’s with- 
 raw 
 Clow. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provoft | 
 toprifon : andtheres Madam /s/ier. Exeunt. | 
 
 Scena tertia. 
 
 Enter Provoft ,Claudio,tuliet Officers, Lucio, andtwo Gents | 
 C/a.Fellow,why doft thon fhow me thus to th’world? | 
 Beare me to prifon, where 1 am committed. 
 Pro. I doe itnot in evilt difpofition, 
 But from Angeloby {peciall charge. 
 (vas. Thuscanthe demy-god( Authority ) 
 Make uspay downe,for our offence,by waight 
 The words of heaven; on whom it will,it will, - , 
 On whom it willnot(fo)yet ftilltisjuft. train. 
 Inc. Why tow now (landio? whence comes this re- | 
 Clan. From too-muchliberty,(my Lacio)liberty y ia 
 As furfet isthe father of much faft, 
 Soevery {cope by the immoderateufe 
 Turnes to reftraine : our Natures doe purfue 
 
 Like a 
 
Meafure for Meafure. 
 
 Like Ratsthat ravin downe their proper Bane, Lue. Within two houres. 
 A thirfty evilljand when we diate die: Cla, Come Officer,away. , Exeunt. 
 Luc. If I could -{peake fo wilely, under an atreft, 1 RTA 
 | would aig for certaine of my Creditors : - i tofay 
 the truth, I had as liefe have the foppery of freedomie; as Qu 
 the mortality ‘of impytfonment hae’ thy ‘offence, Sca NA \{UAY. ta. 
 Claudio? —. : Lanse toaen Ns bi MRC COS 
 (ls. What (but to fpeake of ) would offend againe. 
 Tye. What ist muirder > Exter Ditkeand- Frier Thomasi . 
 (la. No. * Deke No: holy Eather,throw away that thought, 
 Lue. Lechery ? , Beleeve not thatthe dribbling dartof love): 
 Cla, Callitie,) 2) > Can pieree@compleat bofome :-why,1 deGre thee... 
 Pro. Away;fir,youmukt gpes eS - | To giveme fecret harbourshath apurpofe , 
 
 Clas Orie word, good Friend : More grave and wrinkled sthen the aimesand ends. 
 
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 | Laciosa word wittr yous! © 8) 2 1 os ROL oT Of burning youth. Dien 
 
 Lue. A hundred : 08 2004 boys SNS | Fri, May your'Gtarefpeake ofitecc: ci.) - 
 If they'I doe youany good: Is Lechery fo look’d afte? ?_ Dake My holy firynone better perce you 
 
 C/a, Thus {tandsit with me ; upon atrue contract ° , | How Lhave-everdov'dthelifexemoy'd 5... ( : 
 I got pofleffion of Lwliertia Bed, e809 “ ) Andheld in idleprice;tohaunt allemblies ..’ 
 
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 You know the Lady, fii isfaft my wife, °< ; | Where youth and coftyand witlefle bravery-keepess 
 Save that we doc the denunciation lacke « ‘~~ | Thave delivered toLord efngela 2+ Jesh 5% 
 Of outward Order. This we came nétto)’ °° ys, || CAman of fhicture afid firme abftinence). — 1 «; YHA 
 Onely for propagation’of 4Dowre °° ~°* |) My abfolute powenjand place here ia Fiewnds <2 ley <1 
 Remaining in the Coffer 6f her friends, “|| And he fuppofesime'travail'd to Poland, Gant 
 From whom we thoughritineet to hide otip Lave \ | (Eat d@udchave'ftrew'd.itdn the common care ) 
 Till Time had made chem forusy Baritchanees? °° |] And fo it iseneceig’di: Now (pions fir} .., 
 The ftealtl of our moft mutual entertainment’ "2 2A || you will demaund of mieswhy Ido this... 
 With Chasacter too groffe, is writ in uber, 91 NG Fri. Gladly my Lord.) - Sasia 2ids tos 
 Luc. With Childe,pertiaps? °/ 2°84 ec aolb A Duke. We have ftrict Statutes,and-moft biting Lawes, 
 (la. Muhappily even fo.” $ eRe 8M |) (The negdfull bitsaud curbes for headftrong weeds.) 
 And the new Deputy, now for the Dike; 4. || Which for this founteene yeares,we have let flip, 
 Whether it be the fault and glimpfe of newneffe, Evenlike an ore-growne. Lyon iti.a Cave f 
 Or whether that the body pablique,be Thangoesnot oar toprey : Now,as fond Fathers)... 
 A horfe whereon the Governour dorh ride; - | Having boundup thethreathing twigsof Birch, .,; - 
 Who newly in the feat,that it may know Onely to iticke it in their childrensfight,. 077. 
 He can command ; fetsit (erait fecle the’ pur : For ¢errour,not to ufe: iii time the rod oT. 
 Whether the'tyranny bein his place,’ - “| More mock’dthen-ear'd : £0 our Decrees, 
 Or in his entinence thar fils it up BG} Sib Beton Dead to infliction, to.themfelves are dead, ° 
 I Ragger in: Butthisnew Governout 22 | And liberty phicks Iuktice by the -nofe ; ; 
 Awakes meal! the enralled penalties * “\ '| TheBaby:beatesthe Narfe,and quiteath wart. <. 
 F Which have(like unfcowr'd Armor Yhang by th’wall Goes all decorum, 7 
 So long,that nincteene Zodiacks have gone round, Fri: Ic refted in'your'Grace 
 And none of then been worn; and fora naine Tounloofe thistydesupiIuttice, when youpleas’d; 
 Now putsthe dtowfie and neglected AG? And it in you more dieadfallwould:have {éem’d-, 
 Frefhly on me : ’tis {urely Foraname. Than in Lord Angele, 2 io9 i s 5403 f 
 | ~Lne,-T-warrant itis: and thy head ftands {0 tickle.on | Dake: Sdoefeare,too dreadfull: : 
 thy fhoulders, that a Milke-maid, if fhe be in love, may | Sith?cwas mj fanlctogivethe people (cope, 
 figh it off? Send. after the Dake and appédle ‘to him. “Twould be my tyranny to ftrike & gall them, . 
 Cla.“t have done fo, but he’s not to be found. For what I bid therdoe:: For we bid this be done 
 I prethee( Lazio)doeme this kinde fervice +: Be When<evill deeds have their permiffive pafle, 
 This day, aiy fifter fhould the Cloyfterenter, © | And not the punifhaienc ; therefore indeed (my father) | 
 And there receive her approbation. > - | Thaveon Ange/oimpos d the office, sort 
 Acquaint her with the danger of my fate; = 1 Who may in th’ambuth of my name, ftrike home; 
 Implore her,in my voyce;that fhe miake friends? | 2 And yetymy fature never in the fight e 
 To the fri Deputy: bid her felfe aflay him, “2 | Todoe in flander ; And to behold hisfway. | °1 .- 
 Ihave grcavhopeiathat':for in her youth on | T will,as’twere a brother of your Ordéry 0. 
 There is a prone and {peechlefi# Dialog, 2°. | Wifi both Prince and people: Therefore J préthee.: 
 Such as move men: belide the hath profperous Art Supply me with the habit,and inftrué&t me : 
 When the will play with reafonjandedi(eourte, “| How I may formally in perfon-beare: > 
 
 And well the can perfwade. Ch Like a true Freer : Moe reafons for thisa@tion 
 
 Lye. I pray fhe may’; ‘as well for the encouragement, | At your more leifare;fhall I render you; <5 
 of thedike, which elfe would ftand upon grievous impo- | Onely this one»: Lord augeloisprecife, 
 fition: as for the enjoying of thy lifeywho I would be for- | Stands at a guard with Envie: fearce'confeflés 
 ry fhouldbe thus foolifhly loft,at'a ganie of Ticke-tacke: | Thathisblood lowes: or thar his appetite 
 Ile to her. <4. | Ismoretobread than ftone: hence thall we fee 
 
 Cla. I thanke you good friend Zadia. ~ | Ifpowerchange purpofe : what obr Seemers bes Exemn. 
 F 
 
Scena Quinta. 
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 Enter Vabell aud Francifea a Nun. 
 
 Ifa. Andhave you Nunsno farther priviledges ? 
 Nun. Are notthefs large enough? — 
 fa. Nestruely ;1 {peakenet as defiring more, 
 Butrather withing amore fri reftraint 
 V pon the Sifterhood;the Votarifts of Saint Clare. 
 oq ibucia within. 
 Lud. Flea? peace bein this place. 
 if. Who's that which cals? 
 _ Nun, Iisa mansvoyce,gentle Tabella, 
 Turne you the keyand know his bafineffe of him's 
 You may ;I may fobs youare yet unfworne : 
 When you have yow'd,you mult notfpeake with men, 
 But inthe prefence of the Prioreffe 5 
 Then if you fpeake,you muft not thew your face; 
 Or if you thew your face,you mutt not fpeakes 
 He calsagaitie : I pray'you anfwer him. 0 
 Ifa. Peace and profperity : whois’tthat cals? 
 Luc. Haile Virgin, (ifyou be)as thofe cheeke-Rofes 
 -Proclaime you are noleffe : can you fo fteed me, 
 As bring meto the fight of //abella, 
 A noviceof this place,and the faire Sifter 
 To her unhappy brother Clandie? ie 
 Ifa. Why herunhappy brother? Let me aske, 
 The rather for I now mutt makeyouknow. © 
 Tam that J/abellayand his Sifter. LS 
 Luc.Gentle and faire + your brother kindly greets you ; 
 Not to be weary with you ; he’sin prifon. : 
 Ifa... Woe me 3for what ? bid 
 Luc. For that which if my felfemight be his Tudge, 
 He should receive his punifhment in thankess>- 
 He hath got his friend with Childe. i 
 Ifa. Sir,make me not your ftory. 
 Lue.’ Tistrue ; Lwould not,though’tis my familiar fin, 
 With Maidsto feeme the Lapwing,and to jeft 
 Tongue, farre from heart : play withall Virgins fo : 
 I hold yowasathing eni«skied andfainted, 
 _By your tenouncement,an immortal] {pirit 
 ~ And tobe talk’d with in fincerity, 
 As with a Saint. Ne a 
 Ifa. You doe blafpheme the good, in mating the. 
 “Ie. Doe not beleeve it : fewnefle,and truth ;tisthus, 
 Your brother and hisLover haveimbrac’d; | 
 As thofe that feed,grow full: as blooming Time 
 That from the feedneffe,the bare fallow brings 
 To teeming foyfon: even fo her plenteous wombe 
 Expreffeth his full Tilthand Husbandry. 
 - Ifa. Some one with child by him? my Cofen whet ? 
 Luc. 1s foe your Cofen? 
 I/a. Adoptedly, a8 fchoole-maids change their names 
 By vaine,thonghapt affection. ; 
 Lac. She it is. 
 Ifa. Lethim marry her. 
 Luc. Thisis the point. 
 The Duke irvery ftrangely gone from hence; : 
 Bore many Genttemen(my felfe being one) 
 In hand,and hope of action: but we doe learne, 
 By thofe that know the very Nervesof State, 
 His giving2out,were ofan Infinite diftance 
 From his true meant:defigne : upon his place, 
 
 (And with full line of his authority) 
 Governes Lord. Aage/o ; A man, whofe blood 
 Is very {now-broth : one,who never feeles 
 The wanton ftings,and motions of the fenfe s 
 But doth rebate,and blunt his natural edge 
 With profits of the minde : Study and falt. 
 He (to give feare toufe,and liberty, 
 
 Which have, forlong,run-by the hideous Law, 
 As Myce by Lions)hath pickt out an act, 
 Vader whofe heavy fenfe,your brothers life 
 Fals into forfeit : he arrefts him on it, 
 
 And followes clofe the rigour of the Statute 
 
 | To make hima an example : all hopeis gone, 
 
 Voleffe you have the grace,by your faire prayer 
 To foften e4ngelo: And that’s my pith of bufineffe 
 *Twixt you,and your poore brother. 
 
 Jfa. Doth hefo, 
 Seeke his life? 
 
 Luc. Hascenfur'd him already, 
 AndasI heare,the Provoft hath a warrant 
 For’s execution. . 
 
 fa. Alas: what poore 
 Abilitie’s in me,te doe him good ? 
 
 Luc. Affay the power you have. 
 
 Ifa. My power? alas,I doubt. 
 
 Luc. Our doubts are traitors ey eee 
 And makesuslofe the good we oft might win, 
 By fearing to attempt : Goe to Lord edingelo, . 
 And let him learne to know,when Maidens fue E 
 Mengive like gods: but when they weepeand knecle, | 
 All their petitions,are astrucly theirs j 
 As they themfelves would owethem. 
 
 Ifa. Me fee what Ican doe 
 
 Luc. But {peedily. 
 
 Ifa. Twill about it {trait ; 
 No longer ftaying,but to give the Mother 
 Notice of my affaire : I humbly thanke you: 
 Commend me tomy brother : fooneat night 
 Ile fend him certaine word of my faccefie. 
 
 Luc, Itake my leave of you. 
 
 Ifa. Good fir,adieu- 
 
 eA tus Secundus Scena Prima. 
 
 —_— 
 
 Exennt. % 
 
 Enter Angelo,E{calus andfervants, Inffice. 
 
 e4ng. We muit notmake a {car-crow of the Law, 
 Setting itup to feare the Birds of prey, ; 
 And let it keepe one fhape, till cuftome make it 
 Their Pearch,and not theirs terrour. ; 
 
 Efe. I,but yet 
 
 Let usbekeene,and rather cut alittle 
 Then fall,and brnifeto death : alas, this Gentleman 
 
 | Whom I would fave,had a moft nobie father, 
 
 Let but your henour know 
 
 (Whom I beleeve to be moft ftraitin vertue) 
 That in the working of your owne affections, eas = 
 Had Time coheard with Place,or place with withing, | | 
 Orthat the refolute a@ting ef ourblood = | : 
 
 Could have attain’d th’ effe@t of your owne purpofe, 
 
 Whether you had not fometime in your lite 
 
 Err’d in this point,which now youcenfure him, | 
 
 And pull’d the Law upon you. 
 Anz. *Tis one thing to be tempted ( Efcalus) 
 
 a aa A i. eR a 
 
Meafure for Meafure. | | 65 
 
 Another thing to fall : I not den y cation, adultery,and all uncleanneffe there, 
 The lury pafling on the prifoners life Efe. By the womans meanes? 
 May in the {worne-twelve have a theefe,or two _ Elb, Uir,by Mifris Over-donsmeanes: but as fhe fpit 
 Guiltier then him they try;what’s open madeto Iuftice, | in his face, {o the defi'd him. 
 That Iuftice ceizes ; What knowes the Lawes Clo. Sir, ifit pleafe your honour,this is not fo. 
 Thattheeves doe paffe ontheeves? Tis very pregnant, Elb. Prove it before thefe’ Varlets here, thou honoura- 
 The Sewell chat we finde,we ftoope,and take't, ble man,prove it. 
 Becaufe we feeit ; but what we doe not fee, Ec. Doe you heare how he mifplaces 2 
 We treade upon;and never thinke of jt. Ci. Sir,fhecame in great with childe : and longing 
 You may not fo extenuate his ofence, (faving your honors reverence) for ftew’d Prewynés;{fir, 
 For I have had fuch faults ; but rather tetl me we had buttwo in the houfe, which at that very inftant 
 When I,that.cenfure him,doe fo offend, time ftoud,as it were in a fruit dith (a dith of fome three 
 Let mige owne Iudgement patterne out my death, pence; your honours have feene fuch difhes ) they are hot 
 And nothing @ome in partuall. Sir,he mult die. China-difhes,but very good difhes. 
 
 Enter Provoft. Eje. Goe too,goe too: no matter for the dith fir: 
 
 Efe. Be it as your wifedome will. Ch. No indeed fir not of apin; you are therein in the 
 
 eng. Where isthe Prevoft ? right : but, to the point :\as I fay, this Miftris €#.2», being 
 
 Pro. Here if itlike your Honour: (as I fay) with childe,and being great bellied,and longirig 
 . eAlug. See that (landio (as I{aid) for Prewyns: and havingne more in the dith 
 Be executed by nine to morrow morning, (as I {aid ) Mater Froth here, this very man, having earen 
 Bring him his Confeffor,let him be prepai’d, the reft (as I {aid )and (as J fay) paying for them very ho- | 
 For thar’s the utmoft of his Pilgrimage. neftly : for,as you know Matter Froth, I could not give | 
 
 éje.. Well; heaven forgive him ;and forgive us all: you three pence againe, Vee 
 Some rife by finne and fome by vertue fall: Fro. No indeed. ; 
 Some Run from brakes of Ice,and anfwer nene, Clo. Very well: you being then-(if you be remembred ) | 
 And fome condemned for a fault alone. cracking the ftones of the forefaid Prewyns. 
 Enter Elbow, Froth ,Clowne ,O fficers. | Pro. I,fol did indeed. 
 
 &%. Come,bring them away ; if thefe be good people | Clo. Why,very well: Itelling you then (if you bee 
 ina Cominon-weale, that doe nothing but ufe their abu- | remembred ) that fucha one, and fuchaone, were patt 
 fes in common houfes, I know nolaw? bringthem a- | cure of the thing-you wot of, unleffe they kept very good 
 Way. \ dyet,as I told you. 
 
 Ang. How now fir, what’s your name? And what's Fro, Allthisis true: 
 the matter ? Clo. Why very weilthieny ! °° 
 
 Eb, If itpleafe your honour, Iam the poore Dukes | &/. Come: youarea tedious foole: tothe purpofe : 
 Conttablesand my name is Elbow ; Idoeleane upon Iu- | what was done to Eléowes wife,xhavhe Hath caule rocom- 
 itice fir ,and doe bring in here before your good hononr, | plaine of ? Come me to whatwas done'ts her. 
 two notorious Benetactors, C4, Sir,your honour‘cannot come to that yer. 
 
 Ang. Benefactors? Well: What Bencfa@tors are they ? Efe, No fir,nor Tmeane'it not.e8088) § Ee 
 Are they not Malefactors ? Clo, Sir, bat you thall come to'fe by your Hononrs 
 £/. If it picafe your honour , I know not well what | leave: And bbefeech you, looke into Matter Froth hete 
 they are; But precife villaines they are, thar I am fure of, | fir, a man of feure-feore pound a yeere » “whofe Father 
 and voyd of all proplianation in the world, that good | dyed at Hallowmas: Was’c net *at* Hallowmas Maficr 
 4 Chriftians ought to have, Froth? 
 
 ee ee nN emnenninn iad 
 
 a gS 
 
 Efe. This comesoff well: here’s a wife Oificer. Fro, All-hallond-Eve. 
 eng. Goeto : What quality are they of ? Elbow is 
 your name ? 
 Why du’ft thou not fpeake Elbow ? 
 Cl. He cannot fir; he’s out at Elbows 
 —_ What are you fir? 
 
 Ef, Hefir,a Tapiter fir : parcell Bawd: one that 
 ferves a bad woman : whofe houfe fir was (as. they fay) 
 pluckt downe in the Suburbes : and nowshe profeffes a 
 hot-houfe’; which, thinke is.a very ili houfetoo. 
 
 Efe. How know you that? 
 
 &/b. My wife Sit , whom I deteft before heaven ‘and 
 your honour. 
 
 Efe. How ? thy wife ? 
 Ev. I Sir: whom] 'thanke heaven is’ an. hone wo- | 
 man. Clo. Once fir ? there Was-nothing done to her once, 
 Efca. Dot thou deteft hertherefore? Elb. 1 befeech youfir, aske him what this ‘man did to 
 lb. fay fir I will deteft my felfe alfo, aswellasfhee, | my wife. : 
 | that chis houfe,ifirbe nota! Bawdshoufe,itis pity ofher | Cr, I befeechyour honour,aske me. 
 _ life,for itis a naughty houfe. &e: Well fir;whatdid this Gentleman'toher ? ~ 
 — &a. How do’ft thou know that;Conftable? Clo. Tbefeech you fir, looke'in this Gentlemans face: 
 ElbMarry fir,by my wite, who, if the had been awo: | good Mater Froth looke upon his honour’ tis fora good 
 man Cardinally given, might have beene accus’d in forni> | purpofe ; doth your honour marke his face ? 
 
 Cl. Why very well: [hope here be triiches : he Sir, 
 fitting (as I fay) in alower Chaire,Sir/twasin the bunch: 
 of Grapes, where indeed you have'a delight to fit, have 
 you not ? 
 
 Fro. have fo,becaufe itis an open ‘roome, and good 
 
 i 
 for Winter. 
 Cl. Why very wellthen's I hope here betruthes: 
 Ang. This will lattoata night in Ruiz, 
 | 
 } 
 
 When nights are longett there : He take my leave, 
 
 And leave youto the hearing of the caufe; 
 
 Hoping you'lfinde good caufe to whip them all. > &xis: 
 vEfe. Uthinkeno lefle : good motrow to your Lord- 
 
 fhip. Now fir,come on ; What was done to E/bowes wife, 
 
 once more? ; 
 
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 66 
 
 Efe. I fir,very wells. , : 
 Clo. Nay,I befeech you marke it well: 
 Efc. Well,Idoefo.  _ vet * 
 Clo, Doth your honour fee any harme in his face 2 
 Efe. Why no. 3 : 
 eh Ile m4 fappos’d upon a bookeshis fact is the et 
 thing about him: good then: if his face be the er 
 thing about him, how could Mafter Froth doe the Contta- 
 bles wife any harme ?- I. would know that of your ho- 
 nour. ; 
 Ec. He’s in the right ( Conftable)what fay you to a 
 Eb, Firlt , and itlike you, the houfe isa refpecte 
 houfe ; next, this isa refpected fellow 5 and his Miftris 
 is a re{pected woman. 3 
 Clo. By this hand fir,his wife is amore refpected per- 
 fon then any of usall. : b 
 Eb. Vatler,thou lyelt ; thou lyeft wicked Varlet : the 
 time is yet to come that {hee was ever ref] pected. with 
 man,woman,or childe. caste ; 
 Cho. Sir,(he was refpected with him before he marri- 
 ed with her. ‘ ex. 
 Ef. Which is the wifer here; Justice ox Insquatse ? Is 
 thistrue? : ; 
 Els, O thou Caytiffe: O thou Varlet: O thou wic- 
 ked Hannibal ; Axefpected with her,betore | was married 
 to her? Ifever-1 was refpected with her,or fhe with me, 
 let not your Worthip thinke methe poore Dues Oih- 
 cer: provethis,thou wicked Haynibal,or Ue have mine 
 action of battery on thee. 
 Efe. Ifhe tooke you a box “oth’eare , you might have 
 your action of flander too. 
 Elo, Marry I thanke your good worfhip for it: .what 
 ist your Worthips pleafure ,] shall doe withthis wicked 
 
 Caytiffe ? 
 
 Ee. Truely Officer, becaufe he hath fome offences in. 
 
 him, thar thou wouldft difcover if thou couldft , let him 
 continue in his courfes, till thou know’ ft what they are. 
 
 &%. Marry \thanke your Worfhip for it: Thon feeft 
 thou wicked Yarlet now, what’s come upon thee. Thou 
 art tocontinue nowthon Varlet,thou art to continue. 
 
 Ec. Where were you borne, friend 2 
 
 Froth. Herein Vsenna,Sir. 
 
 Efe. Are you of fourefcore pounds a yeere ? 
 
 Froth. Yes,and’tpleafe you fir. 
 
 &e. So: whattradeare you of,fir ? 
 
 Ch. A Tapfter,a poore Widdowes Tapftere 
 
 Ec. Your Miltris.name 2? it 
 
 Clo. Miftris Over-don. <f 
 
 E/c... Bath the had any more then one busbanid ? 
 
 Ch. Nine,fir : Over-don by the laft. "9 
 
 Efe. Nine ? come hitherto me,Malter-Froth; Mafter 
 Froth, I would not have. you acquainted with Tapfters ; 
 they will draw you Matter Frothsand you will hang them: 
 get you gone,and let me heare ne more of you. | 
 
 Fro, Ithanke your werfhip s, for mine: owne. part, I 
 never come into. any roome ina/Tap-honfe.5: butt am 
 drawnein. ' a ett os: 
 
 Efe. Well:no more of it Mafter Froth: farewells. 
 Come you hither tome, M.Tapfter;. what’s. your.name 
 M.Tapfter ? . 
 
 Clo, Pompey. 
 
 &fe. Whar elfe 2 ' , 
 
 Cl, Bum Sir... Pier res 
 
 e. Troth,and your Bum isthe greateft thing abeut 
 you, fo that in the beaftlicft fenfe, youare Pompey the 
 
 egret enmi RD 
 
 eMeeafure for Meafure. 
 
 ‘for thistime, Pompey, fare you well. 
 
 ‘| arechofen,they are glad to choofeme for them ; I:doeit 
 
 ,or feven,the moft finficient of your Parifhs 
 
 | Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe = | Si 
 
 be 
 ee 
 
 great ; ‘Pormpey,you are partly aBawd,Pompey ; howfoe- gl 
 ver you colout it being a Tapfter,arc you not? come, tell | ~ 
 me true, it fhall be the better for you- a 
 Clo. Truely fir,Lam a poore fellow that would live, 
 Ele. How would you live Pompey ? by being aBawd? | 
 what doe you thinke of the Trade Pompey ? is it alawfall | — 
 Trade? : 
 (lo. If the Law wouldaliow it, fir. a 
 Efe. But the law willnotallow it Pompey nor itfhall) 
 not beallowed in Vienna, ag i 
 Clo. Do's your Worthip: meane to geld and fplay all | _ 
 the yonth in the Citie ? cael | 
 Efe. No,Pompey. oe 
 (to. Truely Sir, in my poore opinioffthey willtoot| — 
 then : if your Worfhip willtake order for the Drabs and’ 
 Knaves,you need not to fearethe Bawdes: , ag 
 Efe. Thereare pretty orders beginning I can tellyon : | 
 It is but heading and hanging. ahh! 
 Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but 
 for ten yeare together ; You'll be glad to give outa Com. | 
 miffion for more heads: if this jaw hold in Vienua ten | 
 yeares,lle rent the faireft houfe in it after three pence a | 
 nay ; it you live to fee this come to pafle, fay Pampey told | 
 = { 
 Efe. Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall of 
 your Prephefie,harke you: I advife you let menot finde’ 
 you before me againe upon any complaint whatfoever:| — 
 no,not for dwelling where youdoe : if Idoe Pompey, 1) 
 fhall beat you to your Tent,and provea fhrewd Cefar to} 
 you: in plaine dealing P ompey,t thall have youwhipt; fo a 
 
 Cle, Ithanke your Worfhip for ycur good counfell;) 
 but I fhall follow itasthe fleth and fortune halk better) 
 determine. Whip me ? nono,let Carman whip ‘his lade, | 
 The valiant heart’s not whipt out of his Trades Exit. | 
 
 Efe, Come hitherto me, Mafter E/ow: come hither) 
 Matter Conftable : how long have you been i this place! 
 of Conftable ? 
 
 Elb, Seven yeare and a halfe fir. . 
 
 Efe. I thought by the readineffe in the office; you ha 
  ecletapes in itfome time : yon fay feaven yeeres toge- 
 ther. 
 
 Els. Anda halfe fir. ! 
 
 Efe. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they doe | 
 you wrong to put you fooftupon’r. Are there not men 
 in your Ward fuiticient to ferve it ? ane, 
 
 Et, ’Faith fir, few of atiy wit in fuch matters; as they 
 
 for fome peece of money,and gocthroughwithalls | - 
 E(c. Looke you bring me in the names of fome'fixe | 
 
 El. To your Worthips honfe fir ? 784 
 
 ., Afe"To my: houfe : fare you well: what's aclocke, | 
 
 thinke yon ? As 
 Lait. Eleven, fir. 
 
 Efe. I pray you goe hometo dinner with me. 
 
 Inf, ¥ hambly thanke you. 
 
 Efe« It grievés me for the death of (Yandio, 
 But there’sno remedy. ; 
 
 1u8t. Lord Angelois {evere. | 
 Efe. Itis but needful. yet l one 
 Mercy ignotitfelfe, that oft lookes fo, . 
 
 But yet, poore Claadio sthere is no remedy, 
 Come Sir. 
 
Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Frovoft, Servant, 
 
 Ser. Hee’s hearing of a Caufe; he will come ftraight, 
 Tle tell him of you. 
 
 Pre. “Pray you doe ; Ile know 
 His pleafure, may be he will relent; alas 
 He hath but as offended ina dreame, 
 
 All Seéts, all Ages {macke of this vice, and he 
 To dye for’t ! 
 Enter Angels. 
 
 Ang. Now, what's the matter Provoft 2 
 
 Pro. Is it your will Claudio (hall dye to morrow ? 
 
 Ang. Did not tellthee yea ? hadftthounot order ? 
 Why do’ft thou aske againe? 
 
 Pro. Left i might be too rath : 
 
 Vnder your good correction,! havefeene 
 When after execution; ludgement hath 
 Repented ore his doome. 
 
 Ang. Goe to.slet that be mine, 
 Doe you your oifice, or give upy our Place, 
 And you fhall well be {par’d. 
 
 Pro. I crave your Honors pardon : 
 
 What fhall be done fir,with the groaning Jubet? 
 
 Shee’s very neere her houre. 
 dng. Difpofe of her 
 
 To fome more fitter place ; and that with {peed, 
 
 Ser. Here is the fifter of the man condemn’d, 
 Defiresacceffe to you. 
 
 Ang. Hath hea fitter ? 
 
 Pro, Imy good Lord, a very vertuous maid, 
 And tobe fhortly of aSifter-hood, 
 Ifnot already. 
 
 Ang, Weil :let her Be admitted, 
 
 See you the Fornicatrefle be remov'd, 
 Let her‘have needful, but not lavifh meanes, 
 There thal be order for’t. ; 
 
 Enter Lucio, and l{ubellas 
 
 Pro. Save your Honor, 
 
 eng. Stay alittle while: y’are weicome : what’s your 
 /fab.-Lam awoefull Sutorto.your Honor, (will ? 
 
 *Pleafe but your honor heare me. 
 ‘ding, Well: what's your {uite ? 
 
 Jfab. Thereisa vice that moftI doe abhorre, 
 And moft defire fhould meet the blow of juftice 3 
 For which] would not plead, but that I math; 
 For which I muft not plead; but chat lam 
 At warre, twixt will, and will nots 
 
 eAng, Weil : the matter? 
 
 {fab. I have abrother is condemii’d to dye; 
 I doe befeech you let it-bé his fault, 
 
 And not my brother. 
 
 Pro. Heaven givethce moving graces. 
 
 eng. Condemne the fault and not the aor of it, 
 Why every fault’s condemn’d ere it be done’: 
 Mine were the very Cipher of a Funétion’ « 
 To fine the faults, whofe fine ftandsinrecord, 
 And lergac¢ by the Actor. 
 
 Tab... Oh jutt, but fevere law : 
 I had a brotherthen ; heaven keepe your honors 
 
 Luc. Give’t not ore fot to himagaine, entreat hit, 
 Knecledawne before hint, hang upon his gowne, 
 Youare too.cold.: if you fhould need a pin; 
 
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 M eafure for Meafure. 
 
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 You could not with more tame a tongue defire it: ° 
 To him, I fay. 
 
 lab. Mutt he needs dye 2 
 
 Any. Maiden, noremedy. 
 
 fab. Yes :1 doe thinke that you might pardon him, 
 And neither heaven, nor man grieveatthe mercy: 
 
 Ang. I will not do’t. 
 
 Zfab. But can you if you would? 
 
 Ang. Locke what [ will not, that I cannot doe, 
 
 Ifab. But might you doe’t and doe the worldno wrong 
 
 If fo your heart were touch’d with that remorfe, 
 As mine isto him ? 
 
 Ang. Hee’s fentenc’d , tis too late. 
 
 Luc. Yoarttoo cold. 
 
 Ifab. Too lave ? why no: I that doe {peakea word, 
 May call ‘it backe againe : well, beleeve this 
 Noceremony that co great ones longs, 
 
 Notthe Kings Crowne; nor the deputed {word, 
 The Marfbalis Truncheon, nor the Iudges Robe 
 Become them with one halfé fo good a grace 
 As mercy does : If he had beene as you, and you as he, 
 You would have flipt like him, but he like you 
 Would not thave beene fo fterne. 
 “ng. Pray you be gone. 
 | Ufab. I would to heaven I had your potency, 
 And you were Jfabed : fhould it then be thus? 
 No : I would teil what ’twere to be a judge, 
 And whata prifoner. 
 Luc. I touch him :there’s the veine. 
 Ang. Your brother is aforteit of the Law, 
 And yau but walte your words. 
 fab. Alas, alas : 
 Why ail the fovles that were, were forfeit once, 
 And he that might the vantage beft have tooke, 
 Found ont the remedy : how wouid you be, 
 If he, which isthe top of judgement, {hould 
 But judge you, asyouare? Ob, thinke on that, 
 And mercy then wili breathe within your fips 
 Like man new made. : 
 Ang. Be you content, (faire Maid ) 
 Tt isthe Law, notI, condemne your brother; 
 Were he my kinfman, brother, or my tonne; 
 It fhould be thus with him: he mutt dye to morrow. 
 Ifab. To morrow ?oh; that’s {udaine; 
 Spare him, {pare him : pts 
 Hee’s not prepar'd for death ; even for our kitchines 
 We kill the fow'e of feafon: fhall weferve heaven 
 With lefle refpect then we doe minifier the 
 To our grofle-felves? good,good my Lord;bethinkeyou; 
 Who isit that hathdi’d for this offence 2 
 There’s many have committed it. 
 Lue. I, well faid. ; 
 Ang: The Law hath not beendead though it hath flept: 
 Thofe mary had not dard to doe that evil . 
 Ifthe firftythat did. th’ Edict intringe 
 Hadanfwer'd for his deed, Now’tisawake, 
 Takes note of what isdone, andiike aProphet 
 Lookes in a giaffe that fhewes what fnsure evils 
 Either now, or by fem flenefle; new, coucciv "dy 
 And fo in progreffe tobe hatch'd, and borney 
 Axe now to have no tnccefline degrees, 
 But here they live to end. 
 Jab. Yet thow fomiepitty. —, : BA, 
 Ang. 1 fnew it moft of all, when I fhow Iuftice; 
 For then! pitty thofet.doe net know, ; 
 Which a difmis doffenice, would after gaule ‘ : 
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 And doehim right, that anfwering one foule wrong 
 Livesnot to act another. Be fatistied ; 
 Your Brother dies to morrow ; be content. 
 Ifa. Soyoumuttbe the firft that gives this fentence, 
 And he, that fuffers : Oh, it is excellent 
 ‘To havea Giants ftrength : butit is tyrannous 
 Toufe it like a Giant. i 
 Lac. That’s well faid. 
 Tab. Could great men thunder : 
 As /ovehimfelfe do’s, Jove would nere be quiet, 
 For every pelting petty Orficer 
 Would nf his heaven for thunder ; 
 Nothing but thunder: Mercifull heaven, 
 Thou rather with thy tharpe and {ulphureus bolt 
 Splitft the un-wedgable and gnarled Oke, 
 Then the foft Mertill : O But man !proud man ! 
 Dreft ina little briete authority, 
 Moft ignorant of what he’s moftaffur'd, 
 (His glaffie Effence) like an angry Ape | 
 Playes {uch phantaftique trickes before high heaven, 
 As makesthe Angels weepe : who with our fpleenes, 
 Would all themfelves langh mortall. , 
 Luci. Ob, to tim, to him wench: he will relent, 
 Hee’s comming: I perceive’t. 
 Pro. Pray heaven fhe winne him. 
 Tfab. Wecann ot weigh our brother with our felfe, 
 Great men may jeft with Saints : tis wit inthem, 
 But in the lefle toule prophanation. 
 Luc. Thou’rt i’th right (Girle) more o’that. 
 Jfab. That inthe Captaine’s but a chollericke word, ' 
 Which in the Souldier is flat blafphemy. 
 Luc. Artavil’d o’that? more on’t. 
 Ang. Why doe yeu put thefe fayingsupon me ? 
 Jfab. Becaufe Authority, though iterrelike others, 
 Hath yet a kind of medicine in itfelfe 
 That skins the vice o’th top ; goe to your bofome, 
 Knocke there, and aske your heart what it doth know 
 That’slike my brothers fault : if it confeffe 
 A naturall guiltineffe, {uch as is his, 
 Let itnot found athought upon you tongue 
 Againft my brothers life. 
 Ang. Shee {peakes, and*tis fuch fence 
 | Thatmy fence breeds with it ; fare you well. 
 Lfab, Gentle my lord, turne backe. 
 ag. 1 willbethinke me : comeagaine to morrow: 
 Tfab. Harke, how Ile bribe you: good my lord turne 
 Ang. How ? bribe me ? (backe. 
 Ifa. 1, with {uch gifts that heaven fhail fhare with you, 
 Luc, You had mar’dall elfe. 
 Jfab. Not with fond Sickles of the tefted-gold, 
 Or ftones, whofe rate are either rich, or. poore 
 As fancy values them: but with true prayers, 
 That fhall be up at heaven, and enter there 
 Ere Sunne rife : prayersfrom preferved foules, 
 From fafting Maides, whofe mindes are dedicate 
 To nothing temporall. & 
 Ang. Well:come to me to morrow. 
 LIne. Goe to : tis well ; away. : 
 J fab. Heaven keep your honor fafe. 
 eng, Amen. 
 For ] am that way going to temptation, 
 Where prayers croffe. 
 Tfab. At what howre to marrow, 
 Shall T attend you lordfhip ? 
 e4ng. Atany time *fore-ttoones 
 Tfab. ’Save your Honor. - Exennts - 
 
 | | Meafure for Meafure. 
 
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 eng. Fromthee : even from thy verttie. et . 
 What's this? What's this ?is this her fault, or mine? 
 The Tempter, orthe Tempted, who finnes moft ? ha 2, 
 Not fhe: nor doth fhe tempt : but itis Le 
 Thar, lying by the Violet in the Sunne, 
 
 Doe asthe Carriondo’s, notastheflowre, _ : 
 Corrupt with vertuous feafon : Can. it bes: ¢ sok ot he 
 That Modefty may more betray our fence la 
 Then womanslightneffe ? having watte ground ¢neugh, | — 
 Shall we defire to raze the San@uary coke 
 And pitch ourevilsthere? ob fie, fit, fe: :1ad died eee 
 What doft thou? or what artthou Avgelo ? 23? LA 
 Doft thou defire her fowly, for thofe things’ 9 7} 
 That make her good ? oh, tet her brother live : 
 
 Theevesfor their robbery have authority , wel, 
 When Iudges fteale themfelves: what ! doe Ilove her, 
 
 That I defire to heare her {peakeagaine? 
 
 And feaft upon her eyes? what is’cI dreame on? 
 
 Oh cunning enemy, thatto catch a Saint, 
 
 With Saintsdoft bait thy hooke »moft dangerous 
 
 Is that temptation, thatdoth goad uson 
 
 To finne, inloving vertue: never.could the Strumpet 
 Withall her double vigor, Art, and Nature 
 
 Once ftir my rémper : but this vertugus Maid 
 
 Subdues me quite : Eventill now 
 
 When men were fond, I {mild, and wondred how.. Exit | 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Duke, aud Provoft. 
 Duk, Hailetoyou, Provoft, fo I thinke you ate. 
 Pro. Lam the Provoft: what's your will, good Frier; 
 Duk, Bound by my charity, and my bleft order, 
 I come to vifit the afflicted {pirits 
 Here inthe prifon ¢ doe me the common right 
 To let me fee them: and to make me know 
 The nature of their crimes, that I may minifier 
 To them accordingly. 
 Pro. I would do more then that,if more were needful 
 ; Enter Iulier. "| 
 Looke here comes one : a Gentlewoman of mire, 
 Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth, 
 Hath blitterd her report: She is with child, 
 And he thatgot it; fentenc’d:a yong man, 
 More fit to doe another fuch offence, 
 Then dye for this. ; 
 Duk, Whenmutt he dye? 
 
 Pre. As! docthinketo morrow. rT 
 Ihave provided for you, ftay a while N aghs 
 And you fhall be condu@ted: Aah 
 
 - Duk, Repent you(faireone) ofthe fin youearty 2) f 
 
 Int, I doe; and beare the thame moft patiently: Se) 
 
 Da. le teach youhow you fhallaraign your con{cience | 
 And try your penitence, if it be found, guts 
 Or hollowly put on. Ve tam 
 
 Tul. Te gladly learne, 3h oe 
 
 Dxk: Loveyou the man that wrong’d you ?: 
 
 Jnl. Yes, as love the womanthat wrone’dhim. ©! 
 
 __ ‘Duks So then it feemes your mott offencefulla& 
 Vas mutually committed. F : HEE 
 Jat. Mutually. 0,58 
 Dek: Then was your finne of heavier kind than hise 
 Zul. I doe confefleitsand repent it (Father.) . 
 
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 Duk. Tis 
 
Dek, ’Tis meet fo. (daughter) but leaft you doe repent 
 Asthat the finae hath: brought you to this fhame, 
 Which (orrow is alwayestoward our felves, not heaven, 
 Showing we would not {pare heaven, as we love it, 
 But as we ftand:in feare. 
 
 Iut, I doe repent me, as itis an evill, 
 
 And take the fhame with joy. 
 
 Dak. There relt: 
 
 Your partner (as I heare) muft dye to mortow, 
 And T am going with inftru€tion to him : 
 
 Grace goe with you, Benedicite. Exits 
 dnt, Mutt dyeto morrow ? oh injurious love 
 
 That relpits me alife, whofe very comfort 
 
 Is {tilla dying horror. 
 Pro. *Tis pitty of him. Exeunt. 
 
 ana 
 
 Scena quaria. 
 
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 Enter eingelo. 
 
 An, WhenI would pray,and thinke, Tthinke,and pray 
 To feverall fabjects: heaven hath my empty words, 
 Whilftmy Invention, hearing not my Tongne, 
 Anchors.on //abell: heaven in my mouth, 
 
 Asif did but onely chew hisname, — 
 And in my heart the {trong and {welling evilt 
 Of my conception : the Rate whereon I ftndied 
 Islikea goodthing, being often read 
 Grownefeard, and tedious : yea, my@ravity 
 Wherein (ietno man heare me) I take pride, 
 Could I, with boote, change for an idle plume 
 Which the ayre beats for vaine : oh place ! oh forme! 
 How often doft thou with thy cafe, thy habit 
 Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wifer foules 
 Tothy faife feeming ? Blood, chou art blood, 
 Let’s write’ good Angell on the Devills horne, 
 Tis not the devilis Creft : how now ? who's there ? 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Ser. One Ifabell, a fitter, defires acceffe to you. 
 
 Ang. Teach her the way : oh, heavens 
 Why doe’s my bloud thus mufter to my heart, 
 Making both it unable for it felfe, 
 
 And difpoffeffing all my other parts 
 Of neceffary fitneffe ? 
 So play the foolith throngs with one that fwounds, 
 Come all to helpe Sangeet {o {top the ayre 
 By which ke. fhould reviue : and even fo 
 The generall fubje%to a wel-wifht King 
 Quit their owne part,andin obfequious fondneffe 
 Crowd tohis prefence, where their untaught love 
 Muftneedsappeare offence: how now faire Maid? 
 Enter Ifabela. 
 Zfa. Lamcometo know your pleafure: (me, 
 An, That you might Know it, would much better pleafe 
 Then to demand what ’tis: your brother cannot live, 
 /fa. Even {fo : heaven keepe your Honor. 
 24x. Yet may helivea while : and it may be 
 Aslong as you, or 1: yet he mutt dye. 
 Jab. Vader your Sentence ? 
 eng. Yea. 
 Ifab. When, I befeech you ? that in his Reprieve 
 (Longer, or fhorter) he may be fo fitted 
 That his foule ficken net. 
 eng. Ha? fie, thefe filthy vices: It were as good 
 
 Meafure for Meafure. 
 
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 Topardon him, that hath from nature ftolne 
 A man already made, astoremit : 
 Their fawcy fweetneffe, that doe coyne heavens Image 
 In ftamps that are forbid : .’tis all as eafie, . 
 Falfely to take away a life true made, 
 As to put mettle in reftrained meanes 
 To makea falfe one. 
 Ifas. ’Tis{et downe fo in heaven, but not in earth) 
 eng. Say you fo : then I fhall poze you quickly. 
 Which had you rather, that the moft juft Law 
 Now tooke yourbrothers life, and to redeeme him 
 Give up your body to fuch {weet uncleanneffe, 
 As fhe that he hath ftaind ? 
 Ifab. Sir, beleeve this, 
 I had rather give my body,: theri my foule: 
 
 e-tng. I talke not of your foule : our compel'd finnes 
 
 Stand more fer number, then for accompt. 
 
 fab. How fay you? 
 
 eng. Nay Ile not warrant thee: far canfpeake 
 Againitthe thing I fay: Anfwer to this, 
 I (nowthe voyce of the recorded Law ) 
 Pronounce a {entence on your brothers lifes 
 Might there not be acharity in finne, 
 To fave this brothers life ? 
 
 Jfab. Pleafe yon to doe’t; 
 Ile take it as a perill to my foule, 
 Itisno finneatall, but charity. 
 
 Ang Pleaf'd youto doo't, at peril of your foule 
 Were equall poize of finne, and charity. 
 
 Ifab. That I doe beg hislife, if it be finne 
 Heaven let mebeare it: you granting of my fuit, 
 
 If that be finne, Ile make it my Morne-prayer, 
 To have it added te the fanlts of mine, 
 And nothing of your anfwer. 
 
 Ang. Nay;but heare me. 
 
 Your fence purfies not mine: either you are ignorant, 
 Or feeme focrafty ; and that’snot good. 
 
 Jfab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, 
 But gracioufly to know I am no better. 
 
 Ang. Thus wifdome wifhes to appeare moft bright, 
 When it doth taxe it felfe : Asthefe blacke Maf ques 
 Preclaime anen-fhield beauty ten times louder 
 Then beauty could difplaied: But marke me, 
 
 To be received plaine, Ile fpeake more groffes 
 Your brother is to dye. : 
 
 Ifab. So. 
 
 e-ing. And his offence is fo, as it appeares, 
 Accountant tothe Law, upon that paine. 
 
 I fab. True. 
 
 Ang. Admit no other way to fave his life 
 (As 1 fubfcribe net that, nor any other, 
 
 But in the loffe of queftion) that you, his Sifter, 
 Finding your felfedefir'd of fuch aperfon, 
 
 Whofe credit withthe Iudge, or owne great place, 
 Could fetch-your brother from the Manacles 
 
 Of the all-building-Law :.and that there were 
 
 No earthly meanetofavehim, but that either - 
 You muft lay downethe treafures of your body; 
 
 To this fappofed, or elfe to let him fuffer : 
 
 What would you doe? 
 
 Ifab. As much for my poore Brother,as my felfe ; 
 That is : were I under the tearmes of death, 
 Th’impreffion of keene whips, I’ld weare as Rubies; 
 And ftrip my felfe to death, asto abed, 
 
 That longing have beene ficke for, ere I'ld yeeld 
 My body up to fhame- 
 
 e4ng. Then 
 
Ang. Then muft your brother dye. 
 
 Ifa. And *twer the cheaper way = 
 Better it were a brother did at once, 
 
 Thenthata fifter, by redeeming him 
 Should dye for evers 
 
 eng. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence, 
 That you have flander’d fo 2 
 
 J/s. Ignominy in ranfome,and free pardon 
 Are of two houfes: lawfull mercy, 
 
 Isnothing kin tofoule redemption. : 
 eng. Youfeem’d of late tomakethe Law a tirant, 
 
 Aad rather prov'd the fliding of your brother . 
 
 A merriment, then a vice. 
 
 I/a. Obpardon me my lord, it oft fals out 
 
 To have, what we would have, 
 We fpeake not what we meane ; 
 I fomething doeexcuife the thing I hate, 
 For hisadyantage that I dearely love. 
 e4ng. Weare all fraile. 
 Ya. Elfe let my brother dye, 
 Ifnot a feodary but onely he 
 Owe, and fucceed thy weakenefie. 
 e4ng. Nay, women are fraile too, 
 Ifa. {asthe glafles where they view themfelves, 
 Whichareaseafie broke as they make formes : 
 Women ? Helpe heaven ; men their creation marre 
 In profiting by them: Nay, call usten times fraile, 
 For we are foft, as our complexions are, 
 And credulousto falfe prints... 
 
 eng. [thinke it well: i 
 And frem this teftimony of your owne fex 
 (Since I {uppefe we aremade to beno ftronger 
 Then faults may fhake our frames)let me be bold; 
 I doearreft your words. Bethat youare, 
 
 That issa woman ; if you be more, you’rnones 
 If you be one (as you are wellexpreft 
 
 By all externall warrants) fhew it now, 
 
 By putting on the deftin’d Livery. 
 
 /fa. I have no tongue but one ; gentle my lord, 
 Let meentreate you {peake the former language. 
 
 eng. Plainly conceive I love you. 
 
 Ifa. My brother did love Juliet. 
 
 And you tell me that he fhall dye for’t. 
 
 Ang. He hall not /fabell if you give me love, 
 
 J/a. Uknow your vertue hatha licence in’t, 
 ‘Which feemes a little fouler then itis, 
 
 To plucke on others, 
 
 Ang. Beleeve me on mine Honor, 
 My wordsexprefle my purpofe. 
 
 Ifa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleev’d, 
 And moft pernitious purpofe » Seeming, feeming, 
 I will proclaime thee Axgeis, looke for’. 
 
 Signe mea prefent pardon for my brother, 
 Or withan out-f{tretcht throate Ile tell the world aloud 
 What man thouart. 
 Ang. Who will beleeve thee abel? 
 My unfoild name, th’ aufteereneffe of my life, 
 My vouchagainft you, and my place ith State, 
 Will foyour accufation over-weigh, 
 That you fhall ftifle ia yaur owne report, 
 And{imell of calumny. Ihave begun, 
 
 And now I give my fenfuall race, the reine, 
 
 Fit thy confent to my fharpe appetite, 
 
 Lay by all nicety, and prolixious biuthes 
 
 That banifh what they fue for : Redeeme thy brother, 
 By yeelding up thy body tomy will, 
 
 “Meeafure far Meafure. 
 
 | Orelfe he mut not onely dyethe death, 
 
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 And that thou oft provoakft, yet groffely fearkt 
 
 But thy unkindneffe fhall his death draw out Bie 
 Tolingting fufferance : Anfwet meto morrow, = "= 
 Or by the affeétion that now guidesme moft, | 9” Be 
 Ile prove a Tirantto him. Asfor you, 1 
 Say what youcan; ty falfe, oré-weighs your trues Exit, 
 fa. To whom fhould I complaine ? Did Iteil'this, /} 
 
 Who would beleeve me? O perilous mouthes’ | ios 
 That beareinthem, oneandthefelfefametongues |" 9) 
 Eitherofcondemmation, or approofe, TAR 
 Bidding the Law make curtfie to their will, Al 
 Hooking both right aad wrongto th’appetite, © © J 
 To follow as it drawes: Ileto my brother, Sine te 
 Thongh he hath falne by prompture of theblood, 
 Yet hath he in him fuch a mind of Honor; wh 
 That had he twenty heads to tender downe 
 
 On twenty bloody blockes, hee'ld yeeld themup; « 
 Before his fifter fhould her body. fioape 
 
 To fuch abhord pollution. 
 
 Then Z/abelt live chafte, and brother dye ; 
 
 **More then our Brother, is our Chaftity. 
 
 Ile tell him yet of Ange/o's requett, bed 
 And fit his mind'to death, for his foules reft.. Sit. | 
 
 “Ae > ak Hesena 
 
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 Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provoft. ie 
 Duk, Sothengeu hope of pardon from lord eAngelo? 
 Claw. The miférable have no other medicine \ 
 Be onely hope ; I’have hope tolive,and am prepar’dto } 
 e. a ere ‘ 
 Duke. Be abfolute for death: either death or life 
 Shall thereby be the fweeter, Reafon thus withlifes 
 If I doe loofe thee, I doe loofe athing 
 That none but fooles would keepes a breath thon art, 
 Servile to all the skyie-infiuences, 
 That doft this habitation where thou keepft 
 Hourcly afflict s Meerely, thou art deaths foole, 
 For him thou laboarlt by thy flight to fhun, 
 And yet runfttoward him ftill. Thou artnot noble, 
 Foy all th'accommodations that thou bearft , 
 Are nurft by bafeneffe : Thon’rt by nomeanes valiant, | 
 For thon doft feare the foft and tender forke 
 Of a poore worme :, thy belt of reft is fleepe, 
 
 ! 
 Thy death, whichis no more. Thowart not thy felfe, ». E 
 For thou exifts onmany athoufand graines =| 
 That iffue out of duft. Happy thou art nor, 
 For what thou haftnot, {till thou ftriv’ftto gets 
 And what thou haft, forgetft.. Thow art nor certaines 2H 
 For thy complexion fhittsto ftrange effects c 
 After the Moone ; if thou art rich, thou’re poore, . 
 For like an Affe, whofe backe with Ingots bowes ; 
 Thon bearft thy heavy riches buta journy, 
 And death unloads thee ; Friend haft thou none: 
 For thine owne bowels which doecalithce, fire - 
 The meere effufionofthy proper loynes, : ee 
 Doe curfethe Gont, Sarpego,andtheRheume = sf 
 For ending thee no fooner. Thou haft nor youth, norage | 
 But as it were an after-dinnersfleepe xiv a 
 Dreaming on both, for allthy bleffed youth ia 
 Becomes asaged, and doth beggethe almes ae 
 Of palfied-Eld: and when thouart old,and rich eo 
 
 Thou} 
 
Meafure for Meafure. 
 
 Thou haft neither heate, affection, limbe,. nor beauty 
 
 To make thy riches pleafant : what's yet in this 
 
 That beares the name of life? Yet in this life 
 
 Lye hid moethonfand deaths ; yet death we feare 
 
 T hat makes thefe oddes, all even. 
 
 Cla. I humbly thanke you. 
 
 To fue to live, I find I feeke to dye, 
 
 And feeking death, find life: Let ie come on. 
 
 Enter Ifabella. 
 
 Tfab. What hoa? Peacé heere; Grace, and good com 
 ANGe ide robe +. 
 
 Pro. Who’sthere ? Come in, the with defervesa wel- 
 
 come. 
 
 Dek, Deere fir, ere long Ile vifit you againe: 
 Cla. Mott holy fir, I thanke you. 
 
 Ifa. My bufinefleis a word or two with (Vawaio. 
 
 Pro. And very welcome : lookeSignior, here’s your 
 fitter, 
 
 Dsk, Provoft, a word with you. 
 
 Pre. Asmany as you pleate, 3 
 
 Duk, Bring themto {peake,whereI may beconceal’d, 
 yet heare them. Exeunt. 
 
 Cia. Now fifter, what’s the comfort ? 
 
 Ya. Why, ; 
 
 Asall comforts are : molt good, moft good indeed, 
 
 Lord eAngels having affairesto heaven 
 
 Intends you for his {wift Ambaffador, 
 
 Where you fhall be an everlafting Leiger 5 be 
 
 Therefore your bef{t appointment make with {péed, 
 
 To Morrow you fet on, 
 Clan. Isthere no remedy ? 
 fa. None but fuch remedy, as to fave a head 
 
 To cleavea heart in twaine 
 
 (%. Butisthere any ? 
 
 Lfa. Yesbrother, you may Jive ; 
 
 There isa divellith mercy in the Iudge, 
 
 If you'l implore it, that will free your Life, 
 
 But fetter you till death. 
 
 _ Cla, Perpetual] durance ! 
 
 Ta. I jult, perpetuall durance, a reftraint 
 Through ali the worlds vaftidity you had 
 Toadetermin’d {cope. 
 
 Clas. But in what nature ? 
 
 Ifa. In fucha one, as youconfenting too't , 
 Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare, 
 And leave you naked. 
 
 Clan. Let me know the point. 
 
 Ifa. Oh, doe fearethee Claudio, and quake, 
 
 Leaft thou a feavorouslife fhouldft entertaines 
 
 And fixe or feven winters more refpect 
 
 Thena perpetuall honor. Dar’ft thou dye ? 
 
 The fence of death is moft in apprehenfion, 
 
 And the poore Beetle that we tread upon 
 
 } In corporall fufferance, findsa pang as great, 
 
 4 As when aGiantdyes, 1 
 
 Cia. Why give you me this fhame ? 
 
 Thinke you I cana refolution fetch 
 
 From flowry tenderneffe ? If mutt dye, 
 
 I will encounter darkneffe as a bride, 
 
 And bugge itin mine armes. 
 
 Jfa. There fpake my brother : there my fathers grave 
 
 Did utter fortha voyce. Yes, thou muttdye : 
 
 _ | Thowarttoorioble, toconferve alife : 
 
 _ | Inbafeappliances. This outward fainted Deputy - 
 
 | Whofe fetled vifage, anddeliberate word 
 
 _ | Nipsyouth ich head, and follies dothemmew 
 
 Vos 
 
 AsFalcondoththefowle, isyetadivell: — - 
 His filth within being caft, he would appeare 
 A pond, asdeéepe as hell. 
 Cla, The Princely, Angelo? 
 Ifa. Oh’tis the cunning Livery of hell, 
 The damnedft body to inveft; and cover 
 In Princely gardes ; doft thouthinke C/awséo, 
 If I would yeeld him my virginity 
 Thou might’{t be freed > 
 Clé4.. Oh heavens, itcannot be. 
 dfs. Yes;he would giv’t thee ; from this ranke offence | 
 Soto offend him ftill. Thisnight’s the time 
 That I fhould doe what I abhorre toname, 
 Or elfe thou dieft to morrow, 
 (7%. Thou fhalt not do’t. 
 La. O, were it but may life, 
 I'de throw itdowne for your deliverance 
 Asfrankely asapin, 
 Clan. Thankesdeere Jabell. 
 da. Be ready Claudio, tor your death to morrow: 
 (lax. Yes. Has he affe@ionsinhim. ~ 
 That thus can make him bite the Law by th’nofe, 
 When he would force it ? Sure it is no finne; 
 
 _Or of the deadly feven it is the leaft. 
 
 Jfa. Which isthe leaft ? 
 
 (lan. If it were damnable, he being fo wife, 
 Why would he for the momentary tricke 
 Be perdurably fin’de? Oh J/abell. 
 
 dfa. What fayes my brother ? 
 
 (la. Death is a feareful] thing. 
 
 Jfé. And fhamed life, a hatefulf. 
 
 Cla. 1, but todye, and goe we knew not where, 
 Tolye in cold obftruétion, and to rot, 
 This fenfible warme motion,to become 
 A kneaded clod;and the delighted {piric 
 To bathe in fiery floods, or torefide 
 In thrilling region of thick-ribbed Ice, 
 To be imprifon’d in the viewlefle windes 
 And blowne with reftleffe violence round about 
 The pendant world : or to be worfe then worft 
 Of thofe, that lawleffe and incertaine thought, 
 Imagine howling, *tis too horrible. 
 The wearieft, and moft loathed worldly life 
 That Age, Ache, penury, and imprifonment 
 Can lay on nature, isa Paradife 
 To what we feare of death. 
 
 Lfa. Alas, alas. 
 
 la. Sweet Sifter, let melive. 
 
 What finne you doe, to fave a brothers life, 
 Nature difpenfes with the deed fo farre, 
 That it becomesa vertue. 
 
 dfa. Oh you beat! 
 Oh faithlefle Coward ! oh difhoneft wretch, 
 Wiltthou be made a man, out of my vice? 
 Is’tnota kind of inceft, to take life ; 
 From thine owne fifters fhame ? What fhopld I thinke; 
 Heaven fhield:my Mother plaid my Father faire : 
 For fucha warped flip of wilderneffe 
 Nere iffu’d from his blood. Take my defiance, 
 Dye, perith : Might but my bending downe 
 Repreevethee from thy fate, it fhould proceed. 
 Ile pray a thoufand prayersfor thy death; 
 No word tofavethee. — 
 
 Cla. Nay heare me J/abell. 
 
 Ifa. Oh, fie, fie, fie. 
 Thy finn’snot accidentall, but a Trade ; 
 
 ee : Mercy | 
 
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 Mercy to thee would ee ee a Bawds 
 Tis beft thatthou dielt quickly. : 
 (la. Ob heare me /fabella. Duke = 
 
 Duk. Vouchlafe a word, yong filter, but one word. 
 
 Ifa. What is your Will. : 
 
 Set Might oa difpente with your leifure, I seco 
 by and by have fome fj pcech with you the fatisfaction 
 would require, islikewife your owne benefit. ag 
 
 fa. \ have no fuperfinous leifure, my ftay mauit be 
 flolen out of other affaires’: but I willattend youa while. 
 
 Duk, Son, | have over-heard what hath paft betweene 
 
 7 ; he purpofe to cor- 
 youand your filter. Angelo had never the putp 
 rupt her; onely hehath made an affay of her vertue, as 
 pratife his judgement with the difpofition of natures: 
 She (having the truth of honor in her) hath made. ge 
 that gracious deniall, which he is moft glad to receive: 
 am Confeffor to Angelo, atid I know this to be true,there- 
 fore prepare your {eife to death : doe not fatisfie your re- 
 {olution with hopes that are fallible;to morrow you muft 
 dye, goetoyourknees, and make ready. 
 
 (la. Let me aske my fitter pardon, 1am fe ont oflove 
 withlite, that Iwill{ue to be sid of it. Exit. 
 
 Duk. Hold youthere : farewell : Provost,a word with 
 
 ou. . 
 
 Pro. What's your will (father ?) : 
 
 Duk. That now you'are come, you will be gone sleave 
 mea while withthe Maid, my mind promtfes with my 
 habit, no loffe fhall touch her by my company 
 
 Pro. In good time. : Exit. 
 
 Duk, Vhe hand that hath made you faire, hath made 
 yougood : the goodneffe that ischeape in beauty, makes 
 beauty briefe in goodneffe ; but grace being the foule of 
 your complexion, fhall keepe the body of it ever faire : 
 the aflault that e4xgelo hath madeto you, Fortune hath 
 convaid to my underftanding ; and byt that frailty hath 
 examples for bis falling,1 fhould wonderat e4nge/e:how 
 will you dee to content this Subftitute, andto dave your 
 brother ? : 
 
 Tfab. Lam now going to refolve him; I had rather 
 my brother dye by the Law, then my fonne fhould be un- 
 lawfully borne. Bur(ob) how much is the good Duke 
 deceiv'dine4ngels : if ever he returne,and J can {peake 
 tohim, I willopen my lipsin vaine, or difcover his go- 
 ; vernment. + : 
 
 Duk, That fhalt not be much amiffe :_yetas the mat- 
 ternow ftands, he will avoyd your accnfation ; he made 
 triall of you onely. Therefore faften your eare on my ad- 
 vifings, to the love I have in doing good ; aremedy pre- 
 fents it felfe. Idee make my felfe beleeve that. you may 
 _ moftuprightcoufly doe a poore wronged Lady a merited 
 _ benefit ; redreme your brother from the angry Law ; 
 dono ftaine toyour owne gracious perfon, atid much 
 pleafe the abfent Duke, if peradvencure he thallever re- 
 turneto have hearing of this bufinefle. 
 
 /fab. Lit me heare you fpeake farther ; T have {pirit t 
 ena thing that appeares not foule in the truth of my 
 irit. aie 
 P Dike: Vertue is bold, and goodneffenever fearefull : 
 Have you not heard {peake of (Mariana the fifter of Fre 
 
 dericke the great Souldier, who mifcarriedat Sea? 
 
 Tfab. Unave heard of the Lady, and good:words went 
 with hername’ 
 
 ‘Duke. She fhould this e4nge/o have martied: wasaf- 
 fianced to her by oath,and the nuptial appointed:between 
 which time of the contract, and limit of the folemnity, 
 
 Mi eafure for Meafare : 
 
 with his comfort ; {wallowed his voweswhole, preten- 
 ding inher, difcoveries of difhonor + in few, beftow'd % 
 her on her ewne lamentation, which the yet weares for | 
 his fake: and he,a marble to her cares, is wafhed with} 
 them ,but relents not: : 
 
 maid from the world ? what corruption in thislife, that | 
 it willlet this man live? But hew ontof this can fhe a. | 
 vaile> Rom! 
 
 cure of itnot onely faves your brother, but keépes you 
 from difhonor in doing it: Jae 
 
 tinuance’ of her firft affection : his unjuft_unkindnefle} 
 (that in all reafon fhould ave quenched her lave ) hath} 
 (like an impediment in the Current) made it more vio-| 
 lent and unruly : Goe you toe4ngelo, anfwer his requi- | 
 ring witha plaufible obedience, agree with hisdemands } 
 to the point : onely referre your feife to this advantage; 2 
 firft, that yoar ftay with him may not belongs that the | 
 time may have all fhadow,and filence in it : andtheplace | 
 
 to fteed up your appointment, goe in your places if the 
 encounter acknowledge it felfe |hereafter, it may Com- 
 pell him to her recompence ; and heere, by this is your 
 na advantaged, and the corrupt Deputy fcaled. The Maid | ‘ 
 nefit defends the deceit from reproofe. What thinke| 
 you of it? am 
 
 trutt it will grow toa moft profperous perfettion. 
 
 dily to Angelo, if for this night he intreat youto his bed, | 
 give him promife of fatisfa@tion : I will prefently to St 
 
 ‘Mariana; at that place call upon ime, anddifpatch with i 
 
 her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea, having in that | 
 
 perithed vefle!l, the dowry of his fifter : but markeho 
 heavily this bef: ll tothe poore Gentlewoman, there. 
 loft a noble-and xenouned brother, in his love toward 
 her, evermoft kind and naturall : with him the port 
 and Ginew of her fortune, her marriage dowry: w 
 both, her combynate-husband, this well {eeming. 
 
 elo. 
 Ifab. Can this-be fo? did e4ugelo fo leave her? © 
 Duk. Left her in her teares,and dried not one of th 
 
 ; 
 
 Jab: Whata merit were it in death totake this poore | 
 
 Duk. It isa rupture that you may eafily heale’: and the : 
 
 4 
 i) 
 
 I fsb. Shew me how (good father.) 
 Duk, This forenamed Maid hath yet in her the.¢ 
 
 iy 
 
 anfwer to corivenience: this being granted in courle, 
 and now followes all : we fhall advife this wronged maid 
 
 brother faved, your honor untainted, the poore A@arias 
 
 will I frame, and make fit for his atempt : if you thinke 
 wellto carry thisasyoumay, the-doubleneffe of the be. 
 
 : a4 
 
 T/ab. The image of it gives me content already, and: 
 
 Duk, Itlyes much in your holding up: hafte you fpec= | | 
 
 Lukes, there at the’moated-Grangerefides this dejected | 
 
 eAngelo, that it may be quickly. by agg 
 dja. I thanke you for this comfort : fare you well good | _ 
 father. Exit. | 
 
 Enter Elbow, Clowne, Officers. 
 
 él. Nay,ifthere be no remedy for it, but that you 
 will needs buy and fell men and women like beafts, we 
 fhall have all the world drinké browne and white baftard. | — 
 Duk, Oh heavens, what ftutfe is heerc? Pee |e 
 Clow. Twas never merry world fince of two vfuries | 
 the merrieft was put downe, :andithe worfer allow’d by | _ 
 order of Law 3a fur’d gownetokeepe him warme 3 and 
 fur'd with Foxeand Lamb-skins too,to fignifie,that eral 
 being richer then innocency, ftands forthe facing, 
 Eltow. Come your way Sir: “bleffe you good father | 
 Frier. . iG 2 ge ie 
 Dek, And you good brother father ; what offence hath | 
 this man made you,Sir? § 6! jus ace | 
 
A. a Se 
 
 eMeafure for Meajure. 
 
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 Elbo. Marry fir, he hath offended, the Law ; and Sir, 
 we take him to be a Theefe too fir:for we have found up- 
 on him Sir, a ftrange Pick-locke, which we have fent to 
 the Deputy. 
 
 Duk. Fye, firrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd, 
 
 The evill thar thou caufeft to be done, 
 
 Thatisthy meanesto live. Doe thou but thinke 
 What’tistocrama maw, or cloatha backe 
 
 From fucha filthy vice : fay to.thy felfe, 
 Fromtheir abhominable and beaftly touches 
 Idrinke, I eate away my felfe, and live: 
 
 Canft thou beleve thy living isa life, 
 
 So ftinkingly depending ? Gog mend, goe mend. 
 
 (%. Indeed, it do’s {tinke in fome fort, Sir : 
 
 But yet Sir I would prove 
 
 Duk, Nay, ifthe divell have given thee proofes for fin 
 Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prifon Oiticer ; 
 Correction, and inftruction muft both worke 
 Ere this rude beaft will profit. 
 
 Elé, He mutt before the Deputy Sir, he ha’s given 
 him warning : the Deputy cannot abide a Whore-ma- 
 fter if he bea Whore-monger, and:comes before him, 
 he wereasgood goea mile onhis errand. 
 
 Duk. That we were all, asfome would feeme to be 
 Free from our faults, as faults from feeming free. 
 
 Enter Lucio. 
 El. Hisnecke will come to your waft, a Cord fir. 
 
 (%. \ {py comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman, 
 
 ‘| anda friend of mine. 
 
 Luc. How now noble Pompey ? What, at the wheels 
 of (afar? Artthou ledin triumph? Whatisthere none 
 of Pigmalions Images newly made woman tobe had now, 
 for putting the hand in the pocker,and extracting clutch’d? 
 What reply ? Ha? What faift thouto this Tune, Mat- 
 ter, and Method ? Is’t not drown’d i’th laft raine ? Ha ? 
 Whar faift thou Trot? Is the world as it was Man? 
 Whichisthe way? Isitfad, and few words? Or how ?. 
 The tricke ot it ? 
 
 Dek, Still thas, and thas : ftill worfe ? 
 
 Luc. How doth my deete Morfell, thy Miftris? Pro- 
 cures fhe ftill? Ha? 
 
 (%. Troth fir, the hath eaten up all her Beefe, and fhe 
 is her felfe inthe tub. 
 
 Luc. Why ‘tis good; It isthe right of it: it muft be 
 fo. Ever your fiefh Whore, and your pouder’d Baud,an 
 unfhun’dconfequence, it mult be fo. Art going to pri- 
 fon Pompey? 
 
 Clo. Yes faich fir. 
 
 Luc. Why ’tis not amiffe Pompey : farewell: goe fay 
 I fent thee thether : for debt Pompey? Or how ? 
 
 Els. For being abaud, for being a baud. 
 
 Zac, Well, then imprifon him: Ifimprifonment be 
 the due ofa baud, why.tishisright. Baud is he doubs- 
 leffe, and of antiquity too: Baud borne. Farewell good 
 Pompey : Commend me tothe prifon Pompey, you will 
 turne good husband now Pompey, you will keepe the 
 honfe. 
 
 Clo, I hope Sir, your good Worfhip will be my baile? 
 
 Lec. No indeed willl not Pompey, itis not the weare: 
 I will pray (Pompey) toencreafe your bondage if you take 
 it not patiently : Why, your mettleis the more: Adieu 
 trufty Pompey. 
 
 Blefte you Friar. 
 
 Duke. And you. 
 
 Lue. Do's Bridget paint {till, Pompey ? Ha? 
 
 €l. Come your wayes fir, come. -- 
 
 C/o. You will not baile me then Sir ? 
 
 Lc. Then Pompey nor now : what newesabroad Fry- 
 er? What newes ? 
 
 El. Come your wayesfir,come. 
 
 Lue. Goeto kennell (Pompey ) goe : 
 What newes Fryer of the Duke ? 
 
 Duke. I know none : can yon tell me of any? _ 
 
 _ Lac.Some fay he is with the Emperour of Rufia:other 
 fome,heis in Rome : but where is he thinke you ? 
 
 Duke. I know not where: but wherefoever , I with 
 him well. 
 
 Luc. It wasa mad fantafticall tricke of him to fteale 
 from the State, and ufurpe the beggery he was never 
 borne to : Lord ugelo Dukes it well in his abfénce's hee 
 puts transgreffion too’t. 
 
 Duke. He do’s wellin’t. ; 
 
 Lac. A little moreslenitie to Lechery would doe no 
 harme in him : Something too crabbed that way , Fryer. 
 
 Duk, It is too’generall a vice, and feverity mutt cure it. 
 
 Luc. Yes in good footh, the vice is ofa great kindred; 
 itis wellallied, but itis impoffible to extirpe it quite, 
 Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They fay 
 this xge/o was not made by Manand Woman, after 
 this downe-right way of Creation : is it true, thinke 
 you? 
 
 Duk, How fhould he be made then? 
 
 Lue. Some report, a Sea-maid fpawnd him. Some, 
 that he was begot betweene two Stock-fifhes. But it 
 iscertaine, that when he makes water,bis Vrine is con- 
 geal'dice, that I knowto be true: and he is a motion 
 generative, that’s infallible, 
 
 Dak, Youare pleafanc fir, and {peake apace. 
 
 Luc. Why, whata ruthleffe thing is this in him, for 
 the rebellion ofa Cod-peéce, to take away the life of a 
 man? Would the Duke that is abfent have done this? 
 Ere he would have hang’da man for the getting a han- 
 dred Baftards, he would have paide for the Narfing a 
 thoufand. He had fome feeling of the {port, he knew 
 the fervice, and thatinftrudted him to mercy. 
 
 Dak; I never heard the abfent Duke much deteéted 
 for Women, he was notenclin’d that way. 
 
 Luc. Oh Sir, youare deceiv'd. 
 
 Duk, *Tisnot poffible, 
 
 Luc., Whie, not the Duke ? Yes, your beggar of fifty : 
 and hisufe was, to puta ducket in her Clack-dith ; the 
 Duke had Crochets in him. He would be drunke too, 
 that let me informe you. 
 
 Dak. Youdoe him wrong, {furely. 
 
 Luc. Sir, I was an inward of his: a fhye fellow was 
 the Duke, and i beleeve 1 know the canfe of his with- 
 drawing. ; 
 
 Duke. What (1 prethee) might be the caufe ? 
 
 Inc. No, pardon; ’Tisa fecret muft be lockt with- 
 inthe teethand the lipes: but this I can Ist you under- 
 {tand, the greater file of the fubject hcldthe Duke to be 
 wife. 
 
 Duk. Wife? Why no queftion but he was. 
 
 Lac. Avery fupericiall, ignorant, unweighing fellow. 
 
 Duk, Either this is envy in you, folly , or mifta- 
 hing : The very ftreame of his life, andthe bufineffe he 
 hath helmed, muft upon a warranted need, give hima 
 better proclamation. Let him be but teftimonied in his 
 owne bringings forth, and he fhall appeare to the envi- 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 ous, aScholler,a Statefman, and a Souldier : therefore 
 
 you fpeake unskiltully : or, if your knowledge be more, it 
 is much darkned ih your malice. 
 A Lae. 
 
 A A Pt Sp ace erie 
 Pe ne 
 
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 Lue. Sir, I know him, and I love him. 
 
 ‘Duk, Love talkes with betier knowledges atid know- 
 ledge with deare love. 
 
 Lue. Come Sir, I know what I know- 
 
 Duk. I canhardly beleeve that, fince you know not 
 what youfpeake. Butif everthe Duke returne (as out 
 prayers are he may) let me defire you to make your ed 
 {wer before him : if itbe Honeft you have {pokey you 
 have courage to maintaineit ; Tam bound to call upon 
 
 ov, and 1 pray youyour name ? 
 
 “ Lue. Sat) ane Lucio, well knowne to the Duke. 
 
 Duk, He thall know youbetter Sir, if I may live to 
 report yous 
 
 Luc. I feare younote : : 
 
 Duk. O, you hopethe Duke will returne no mor: 
 
 or you imagine me too unhurtfull an oppofite: but indee 
 Tcan doe you little harme*: You'll tor-fweare this a- 
 aine ? ais 
 
 Luc. Uebe hang’d fir: Thou art deceiv’d in mee 
 Friar. But no more of this. Canft thon tell if (lands 
 dyeto morrow; or no ? : 
 
 Duk, Why fhouldhe dye Sir? - 
 
 Luc. Why? For filling a bottle with a Tanne-difh: 
 I would the Duke wetalke of werereturn’d againe : this 
 ungenitur’d Agent wil un-people the Province with Con- 
 tinency. Sparrowes muft not build in his houfe-eeves, 
 becaufe they arelecherous: The Duke yet vould have 
 darke deeds darkely anfwered, he would never bring 
 them to light : would he were return’d. Marry this (ew 
 aio iscondemned for untruffing. Farewell good Friar, I 
 prethee pray for me; The Duke (1 fay to thee againe) 
 would eate Mutton on Fridayes, He’s now paft it, yet 
 (and I fay to thee)he would mouth witha beggar,though 
 the {melt browne-bread and Garlicke : fay that 1 faid fo: 
 Farewell. Exit. 
 
 Duke. Nomight,nor greatneffe in mortality 
 Can cenfure {cape : Back-wounding calumny 
 The whiteft vertue ftrikes. What King fo firong, 
 
 Can tye the gall up in the flanderous tongue ? 
 
 But who comes here? 
 
 Enter Efcali, Provost, and Band. 
 
 E/c. Goe, away with her to prifon. 
 
 Baud. Good my lord be good to me, your Honor is 
 accounted a mercifull man : good my Lord. 
 
 Efe. Double, and trebble admonition, and ftill forfeite 
 inthe fame kind ? This would make mercy {weare and 
 play the Tirant. 
 
 Pro. A Baud of eleven yeares continuance, may it 
 pleafe your Honor. - 
 
 Baud, My lord, thisisone Lweio'’s information egainft 
 me, Miftris Kate Keepe-downe was with child by him 
 in the Dukes time, hee promis’d her matriege: his 
 Child isa yeere and a quarter old come Philip and Lacob: 
 Ihave kept it my felfe ; and fee how he goes about to 
 abufe me. 
 
 Efca, That fellow is a fellow of much Licenfe: Let 
 him be call’d before us. Away with her to préfon : Goe 
 to, nomore words. Provoft, my Brother e4agelo will 
 not be alter’d, C/andiomutt dyeto morrow : Let him be 
 furnifl’'d with Divines, and have all charitable prepara- 
 tion. If my brother wrought by my pity, it fhould not 
 be fe with him. 
 
 Fre. Sopleafeyou, this Friar hath beene 
 and advis'd him for th’entertainment of death. 
 - Efea. Good’even, good father. 
 
 ‘Duk.\ Blifle, and goodneffe on you. 
 
 with him, 
 
 eMeafure for Meafure. 
 
 ' Gfca. OF whence are you ? : bs 
 Dike Not of this Cepaery: though my chance isnow | 
 To ufe it for my time : I ama brother ie 
 Of gracious Order, late come from the Sea, i 
 In {pecial bufineffe from his Holineffe. ih 
 Efea. What newesabroadi’th World? = 
 Duk, None, butthat there is fo great a Feavor on} 
 goodneffe, that the diffolution of it muft cure st. Novel-} 
 ty isonely inrequeft, and asitisasdangerous tobe aged | 
 in any kind of courfe, as it is veftuous to be conitant} — 
 inany undertaking: There is {carfe trath enough aliveto} 
 make Societies fecure, but Security enough to make | 
 
 Fellowthips accurft. Muchupon this riddle ‘runnesthe |” 
 
 wifedome of the world: Thisnewesisold enough, yet} — 
 
 it isevery dayesnewes. I pray youSir, of what difpofi- | | 
 tion was the Duke ? ty 
 Efca. One, that above all other ftrifes, 
 
 Contended efpecially to know himfelfe, Le 
 Duk. What pleafure was he given to? oie } 
 &ea. Rather rejoycing to fee another merry then | 
 
 merry at any thing which profeftto make. him rejoyee, | 
 
 A Gentleman of all temperance. But leave we himte his } 
 
 events, with a prayer they may prove prolpsreus; and By 
 
 Ist me defireto know, how you find (andso prepard? | — 
 
 I am madeto underftand, that you have lent him vifita- | 
 
 tion. ae 
 
 Duk, He profeffes to have received no finifter meafire | 
 from his Iudge, but moft willingly hambles_himfelfeto 
 the determination of Inftice ; yet had ke framed to him- 
 felfe (by the inftruction of his frailty) many deceiving 
 promuifes of hfe, which I (by my good leifure) have dil- 
 credited to him, and now is he refolv’d todye. 
 Efca. You bave paidthe heavens your Fun@tiony and 
 the prifoner the very debt of your Calling: Ihave la- 
 bour’d for the poore Gentleman, tothe extremeft fhore | 
 
 | of my modefty, but my bi other-juftice have I found fo - 
 
 fevere; that he hath fore’d meto tell him, apis indeed | 
 jultice, oy ie 
 Duk; If bisowne life, 
 
 Anfiver che ttraitneffe of his proceeding, aes 
 It fhall become him well : wherein if he chanceto faile,he 
 hath fentenc’d himfelfe. 
 
 Ef-1 am going to vifitthe prifoner,Fare you wel.Eaih | 
 
 ‘Dek, Peace be with you. Nad 
 He whothe fword of Heaven will beare, 
 Should be as holy, asfeveare : 
 Patterne in himfelfe to know, 
 Grace to ftand,and Vertue goe: 
 More, nor lefle to others paying, 
 Then by felfe-otfences weighing. e 
 Shame to him, whofe cruell ftriking, 
 Kils for faults of his owne liking t 
 Twice trebble fhame on e4ngelo, 
 To weede my vice,and let his grows 
 Ob, what may Man within him hide, 
 Though Angell on the outward fide > 
 How may likeneffe made in crimes, 
 Making practife onthe Times, 
 To draw with idle Spiders firings 
 Moft ponderous and fubftantiall things? 
 Craftagainft vice, Imufi apply. 
 With -4agelo tonight (hall lye 
 His old Setroathed (but defpifed : ) 
 Sodifguife thall by ti’difguited 
 Pay with falfhood,falle exacting, 
 And pérforme an old contracting, 
 
Meafure for Meafure. 
 
 Atkus Quartus, Scena Prima. 
 
 planta Ne 
 
 Enter Mariana, and Bay finging. 
 
 Song. Take, ob sake thofe lips away, 
 that [o fweetly were forfworne, 
 , Alad thofe eyes : the breake of day 
 Lights that doe miflead the: Morne ; 
 Bue wey kelfes bring againe, bring againe, 
 Seales of loveybut feal d in-vaine, feal Ain vainé. 
 
 Enter Duke > ft 
 Mari, Breake off thy fong,and hafte thee quick away , 
 Here comesaman of comfort, whofe advife 
 Hath often ftill'd my brawling difcontent. 
 Icry you mercy, Sir, and well could with 
 You had not found me here fo mnuficall. 
 Let me excufe me, and beleeve me fo; + 
 My mirth it much difpleat’d, but plead my woe. 
 Duk, Tisgood:though Muficke oft hath {uch a charme 
 To make bad, good ;and good provoake to harme, 
 I pray you tell me, hath any body enquir’dfor me here 
 to day ? much upon thistime have I promif’d heere to 
 meete. 
 Mari. You have not beene enquir’d after : I have fat 
 here all day, 
 + Enter Jfabell. 
 Dak, I doe conftantly beleeve you : the time is come 
 even now. I thall crave your forbearance a litti¢, may be 
 
 1 willcall upon youanone for {ome advantage to your j 
 
 felfc. 
 (Mari. Tam alwayes bound to you. 
 ‘Dek: Very well met,and well come : 
 W hat is the newes ftom this good Deputy ? 
 Ifa. He hath a Garden circummur’d with Bricke, 
 Whofe ne fide is with a Vineyard back’; 
 And to that Vineyard isa planched gate, 
 ‘That makes his opening with this bigger Key : 
 This other doth command a little doore, 
 Which from the Vineyard tothe Garden leades, 
 There have I made my promife ,uponthe 
 Heavy middle of the night, to call upon him. 
 Duk. But {hall you on your knowledge find this way ? 
 dfa. U have tanea due and wary note upon’t, 
 With whifpering, and moft guilty diligence, 
 In actionall of precept, he did fhow me 
 The way twice ore. 
 Duke. Are there no other tokens 
 Betweene you’ greed, concerning her obfervance ? 
 Zfa. No=znone but onely a repaire ith’ darke, 
 | And that I have poffeft him, my moft flay 
 Can be but briefe< for I have made him know, - 
 Ihave a Servant comes with me along 
 That ftayesupon me ; whofe perfwation is, 
 I come about my brother, 
 Dak, ’Tis well borne up. 
 I have not yet made knowne tot Mariana 
 Enter Mariana.° 
 A word of this: what hoa, within ; come forth, 
 I pray you be acquaintedwith this Maid, 
 She comes to doe you good. 
 dfa. I doe defire the like. 
 Duk. Doc you perfwade your felfe that I refpe& you ? 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 rece 
 Mari. Good Frier,! know you doe: and have found it. 
 ' Dak, Take then this your companion by the hand 
 Who hatha ftory ready for your eare : 
 I thallattend your leifure, but make hatte 
 The vaporous nightapproaches: 
 Mari, Wilt pleafe you walke afide? Exit, 
 Dxk, Oh Place, and greaties : millions of falfe eyes 
 Are ftucke upon thee : volumesof report - 
 Runne-with thefe falfe,; ‘atid mott contrarious Quefts 
 ‘Vipon thy doings : thoufand efcapes of wit 
 Make thee the: tather of their idle‘dreame, 
 And rackethee intheir fancies. Welcome, how agreed? 
 Enter Mariana,and Ifabelt, A? 
 Ifa. She'll take theenverptize upon her, father; 
 If you advife it. 
 ~ Dak, Tc is notmy!confent, 
 ‘But‘my entreaty too. 
 Ifa. Little have you to fay 
 hen you depart from him, but foft and low, 
 Remember now my brother, 
 “\Mar.-Feare me not. ° 
 ‘Duk. Nor gentle daughter, feare you not at all: 
 He is your husband oma pre-contraét + 
 To bring you thustogether ’tis no finne, i 
 Siththat the Initice of your title ro him 
 Doth flourith the deceit. Come, let us goe, 
 Our Corne’s to reape, for yet our Tithes to fow. Bxenet, i 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Exter Provost and Clowne. 
 
 Pro. Come hither firha; can you cut offa mans head? 
 
 Clo, Ifthe man be a Bachelor Sir, i can : 
 But if he be a married man, he’s his wives head, 
 
 And I can never cut off a womans head. 
 
 Pro, Come fir, leave me your {natches, and yecld mee 
 adirectanfwer. Tomorrow morning are to dye Claw- 
 dis, and Barnardine : here is in our prifon acommon exe- 
 cutioner, who in his oifice lacksa helper, if you will take 
 iton you toaffifthim, it fhall redecme yon from your 
 Gyves : if not, you fhall haye your full time of imprifon- 
 ment, and your deliverance withan wapittied whipping ; 
 for you have beene a notorious baud. 
 
 Clo, Sir, Ihave beene an nnlawfull baud, time out of 
 mind, but yet I willbe content to be a law full hangman : 
 I would be glad to receive fome inftruction from my fel 
 low partner. : 
 
 Pro. What hoa, eAbhorfon : where's etbborfon thete? 
 
 Enter Abhirfon, 
 
 etbhe. Doe you call fir ? 
 
 Pro. Sirha, here's a fellow will helpe you to tiorrow 
 in your execution : if you thinke it meet,compound with 
 him by the yeere,and let him abide here with you, if not, 
 nfe him for the prefent, and difmife him, He cannot 
 plead his eftimation with you; he hath beenea Bawd. 
 
 Abho, A Baud Sir ? fie upon him, he will difcredit our 
 myftery. ate 
 
 Pro, Goetoo Sir, you waigh equally : a feather will | 
 turne the Scale. Exit. | 
 
 (4. Pray fir, by your good favour: for farely ‘fir, a | 
 good favor you have, but that you have a hanging looke: 
 Doe you call fir; your occupation a Myftery 2 
 
 = 2 oth, 1, | 
 
 Oeinewne ~ 2 = : 
 tt nl st i 
 
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 Abbo. 1Sir3a Mikery. 
 
 Glo, Painting Sir, 1 have heard fay. isa Miftery: and 
 your Whores fir, .beingmembers of my peepee: 
 fing painting, doeprove my Occupation, anes! i 
 what Miftery there fhould be inhanging, if [fhould be 
 
 hang’d, Icannotimagine. 
 ebho. Six itis aMiltery- 
 Clo. Proofe. |; 
 Abbe. Everytrue mans apparell fits your Theefe..: 
 
 Cho, Ifit beteailittle for your theefe, your true “rd 
 thinkes it bigge enough. [fitbetoo big for your Theefe, 
 -your Theefé thinkesit little enoligh,:' So every true mans 
 
 apparel fits your Theefe. 
 Enter Provost. 
 Pro. Are you agreed ? 
 
 Clo. Sir,i willferve hints ForI doe find your Hang- 
 man is a more penitent Trade then you Band;.he doth 
 
 oftner aske forgiveneffe. 
 
 Pro. You fisah, provideyour blocke and | your Axe 
 
 to morrow, foure a clocke. 
 
 Abo. Come on ( Baud) L will infteuct thee in'my 
 
 Trade. :ifollow. 
 
 (ls. idoe defire to-learne fir :and 1 hope, if you have 
 occafion to ufe me for your owneturne, you fhail find 
 me y’are. Fortruly fir, for your kindneffe, 1 owe youa 
 good turne. Exit. 
 
 Pros Call hither Barvardsne and (landio: 
 Th’one has my pitty ; nota jot the other, 
 
 Beinga Murtherer, though he were my brother. 
 Enter (landio. 
 Looke, here’sthe Warrant Clandio, forthy death, 
 
 ’Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow 
 Thou muft be made immortall. Where's Barnardine ? 
 Cla. As faft lock’d up in Alcepeyas guiltleffe labour, 
 When it lyes ftarkely in the Travellers bones. 
 He will not wake. 
 
 Pre. Who can doe good on him ? : 
 Well, goe, prepare your felfe. But harke, what noife,? 
 Heaven give your {pirits comfort : by, and by, 
 
 I hope it isfome pardon, or repreeve 
 For the molt getitle (Zandio. Welcome father. 
 
 Entr Duke. 
 Duke. Thebeft, and wholfomft {pirits of the night, 
 Invellop you, good Provoft : who call’d heere.of late ? 
 Pro. ‘Now fince the Curphew rung: 
 Duk; Not Ifabell, 
 Pro. No. 
 Dyke, They willthen er’t be long. 
 Pro. What comfost is for Clandio? 
 ‘Dake. There's fome in hope. 
 Pre. It isa bitter Deputy. 
 Duk. Not fo ,not fo : hislifeis paralel’d 
 Even with the ftroke and line of his great Iuftice : 
 He dothwith holy abftinence fubdue 
 That in himfelfe, which he {purres on his powre 
 To qualifie in others : were he meal’d with that 
 Which he correéts, then were he tyrannous, 
 But thisbeing fo, he’s juft- Now are they come. 
 Thisisa gentle Provof?, fildome when 
 The fteeled Gaoler is the friend of men: 
 
 How now ? what noife? That {pirit’s poffeft with hafte, 
 
 That wounds thunfifting Pofterne withthefe ftrokes. 
 Pro. There he muft flay untill the Officer 
 
 Arife to let him in : he is call’d up. 
 Dzk, Have you no.countermand for Clasdio yer? 
 
 Mehfure for Measure. 
 
 You fhall heare more ere Morning. 
 
 For which the Pardoner himfelf¢ isin: 
 Hence:hath offence his quicke celerity, 
 
 But he mutt dye to morrow ? ? 
 Pro. None Sir;none. \ pais 
 Dak. Asneere the dawning Provelt,as it 1s, 
 
 _——— 
 
 Pre. Happely 
 
 You fomething know: yet Ibeleevéthere comes 
 Nocountermand : no fuch example have we : 
 Befides, upon the very. fiege of juftice;: 
 Lord Angelohath tothe publikeeare 9." 
 Profeft the contrary. 13 ¥ 
 
 Enter a Meffenger, Lidell 3 
 Dak. This is his lords man. : 
 Pros And heere comes (¢asdio's pardon. 
 
 (eff. My lord hath fent you this note, 
 
 And by me this further charges og 
 That you fwerve not fromthe finalleft Article of ity: 
 Neither in time, matter, or other circumftance.1109 65} 
 Good morrow : feras I takeit,itisalmoft day2/9 om 
 
 Pro. I fhall obey him: ‘poe 
 Duk. This is his Pardon purchas’d by fuch finne;. 07 | 
 
 Wheat it is borne in high Authority. Epa 
 When:Wice makes Mercy;Mercy’s fo extended, 99 | 
 
 hat for the faultslove, is th oftender friendeds 
 
 Now Sir, what newes? 
 
 Fro. \told you: 
 Lord -ixgelo (be-like) thinking me remiffe 
 In mine Oifice, awakens me eo 
 With this unwonted putting on, methinkes ftrangely ; 
 For he hath not us’dit before. oat 
 Duk, Pray you let's heare. * oe 
 . The Letter. Ve 
 What[oever you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be exe= 
 ecuted by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Barnar- | 
 dine; For my better fatisfaition , let me have (audios) 
 head femt me by five. Let this be diely performed with 4 
 thought that more depends on it, then ne mauft yet delever. | 
 Thus faile not to doe your office, as you will anfwer it at your 
 peril. a 
 What fay you tothis Sir ? ie 
 Duke. What is that Barnardine, who isto be execu-} 
 ted in th’afternoone ? 
 Pre. A Bohemian borne: Buthere nurftup and bred, 
 One that isa prifoner nine yeeres old. 8 
 Dek, How came it,thatthe abfent Duke had not either | 
 deliver’d him to hisliberty, or executed him? I have} — 
 heard it was ever his manner to doe fo. ed Bo 
 Fro, Hisfriends {till wrought Repreeves forhim: | 
 And indeed his facttill now in the government of lord | — 
 Angelo, came not tu an nndoubtfull proofe. 
 Duk, Itisnow apparent? 
 Pre. Moft manifett, and notdenied by himfelfe. i 
 Duk, Hath he borne himfelft penitently in prifon? 9 | 
 How feemes he to be touch’d? ps ae 
 Pro. A man thatapprehends death no more dreadfully, 
 but as a drunken fleepe , carelefle , wreakeleffe , and 
 fearelefle of what’s paft, prefent, or to come ; infenfible 
 of mortality, and de{perately mortal. 
 Duk. He wantsadvice. i 
 Pro, Fe will heare none : he hath evermore had the li- 
 berty of the prifon : give him leave toefcape hence, hee 
 would not. Drunke many timesa day, ifnot many dayes | 
 entirely drunke. We have very oft awak’d him, as if 
 carry him to execution, and fhew’d hima feeming war- 
 rant for it,it hath not moved him at all. 
 
 Duke. ‘ } 
 
eMeeafure for Meafure. 
 
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 Dek, More ofhim anon: There js writtea in your 
 brow Provelt, honefty andconftancy ; if I reade it not 
 truely, my ancient skill beguifes me: buc in the boldneffe 
 of my cunning, I will lay my felfe in hazard: (Vandio, 
 whom heere you have warrant to execute, is no greater 
 forfeitto the Law, than Angelo who hath fentenc’d him. 
 To make you underftand this in a manifefted effect, I 
 crave but foure dayes refpit: forthe which, you are to doe 
 ‘me botha prefent, and a dangerous courtelic. 
 
 Pre. Pray Sir, in what ? 
 
 Duk, Inthe delaying death. 
 
 Pro, Alacke, how may I doe it? Having the houre li- 
 mited, and an expreffe command, under penalty, to de- 
 liver hisheadinthe view of Angelo? I may make my 
 cafeas Clandio’s, tocrdflethis in the fmalleft. 
 
 Duk, By the vow of mive Order, I warrant you, 
 
 If my inftructions may be your guide, 
 Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, 
 And his head boyne to Angelo. 
 Pro. Axgelo hath f{eenethem both, 
 And will aifcover the favour: 
 
 Dak, Oh, death’s a great difguifer , and you may 
 adde to it; Shave the head, and tye the beard, and fay it 
 wasthe defire of the penitentto be fo bar’de before his 
 death : you know the courfe is common. If any thing 
 fallto youuponthis, more then thankes and good for- 
 tune, by the Saint whom I profeffe, I will plead againft 
 it with my life. 
 
 Pre. Pardon me; good father, it is again{t my oath. 
 
 Duk, Were you{worne to the Duke, orto the Depu- 
 ty? 
 
 oa To him, and to his Subftitutes, 
 
 Dek. You willthinke you have made no effence, if 
 
 the Duke avouch the juftice of your dealing ? 
 Pro, But what likelyehood isin that ? 
 
 Duk. Nota refemblance, but a certainty ; yet fince 
 I fee youtearefull, tharneither my coate, integrity, nor 
 
 erfwafion,can with eafeartempt you, will goe further 
 then I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Looke you 
 Sir, here isthe hand and Seale of the Dake: you know 
 the Charracter I doubt not, and the Signec isaot ftrange 
 to you ? 
 
 Pro. I know them both. 
 
 Duk. The Contents of this; isthe returne ofthe Duke; 
 you fhall anon over-reade it at your pleafure: where you 
 (hall find within thefe two dayes, he will be here. This 
 isa thing that Axge/o knows not,for he this very day re- 
 ceives letters of ftrangetenor, perchance .of the Dukes 
 death, perchance entering into fome Monaftery; but» by 
 chancenothing of what is writ. Looke, th anfolding 
 Starre calles up the Shepheard ; put not your felfe-into 
 amazement, how thefe things fhould be ;all ditficulties 
 are but eafie whenthey are knowne. Callhyour execiitio- 
 ner, and off with Barnar dines head : l willgive him a pre- 
 fent fhrift, and advife him fora better place. Yet you 
 areamaz’d, but this fhall abfolutely refolve you : Come 
 away, it isalmoftcleeredawne. Exit. 
 
 a 
 
 _—_ 
 : 
 
 Over-donsowne houfe , for heere bee many of her old 
 Cuftomers. Firft, here’s yong M*. Ra/, he’s in fora 
 commodity of browne paver,and old Ginger, ninefcore 
 and feventeene pounds, of which he made five Markes 
 ready money: marry then, Ginger was not much in re- 
 queft, forthe old Women wereall cead, Then is there 
 heere ene Mt. Caper, at the fuite of Mafter Th ee-Pile the 
 Mercer, for forme foure fuitesof Peach-colour’d Satten, 
 which now peaches hima beggar. Then have we here, 
 yong Dixy, and yong M'. Deepe-vow,and M*. Copper/pure, 
 and Matter Starve Lackey the Rapier and dagger man, and 
 yong Drop-heire that kild lufty Paddmg, and M*. Forth- 
 fight the Tilter, and brave M?.Shoory the great Traveller, 
 and wilde Ha!fe-Canse that ftabb’d Pots, and I thinke 
 forty more, all sreat doersin our Trade, and are now for 
 the lords fake, 
 Enter Abhorfon. 
 
 Abbo. Sirah, bring Barnardine hither. 
 
 Clo. Matter Barnardine, you mutt rifeand be hang’d, 
 Matter Barnardine. 
 
 Ath. What hoa Barnardine, 
 
 Barnar dine within. 
 
 Bar. A pox o’your throats: who makes that noyfe 
 there #What are you ? 
 
 (ie. Your friends Sir, the Hangman : 
 
 You mutt be fo good Sir to rife, and be putto death, 
 
 Bar, Away you Rogue, away, 1 am fleepy. 
 
 ebb. Teilhim he muit awake, 
 
 Andthat quickly too. 
 
 (lo. Pray Matter Barnardine, awake till youare execu- 
 ted, and fleepeafterwards. 
 
 ebb. Goe into him, and fetch him out. 
 
 Cle. He iscomming Sir, he is comming ; I heare his 
 Straw rusfle. 
 ; Exter Barnardine. 
 Abh. Isthe Axe uponthe blocke, firah? 
 (%. Very ready Sir. 
 Bar. How now e4bborfon? 
 W hat’s the newes with you ? 
 
 Abh. Truly Sir, I would defire you to clap into your 
 prayers : for looke you, the Warrant’s come. 
 
 - Bar. You Rogue, I have beene drinking all night, 
 Tam not fitted for’t. 
 
 Cle. Oh, the better Sir: for hethatdrinkes all night, 
 and ishanged betimes in the morning, miay fleepe the 
 founder allthe next day. 
 
 Enter Ditke. 
 
 Abh. Looke you Sir, here comies your ghoftly father: 
 doe we jeft now thinke you? 
 
 Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how 
 haftily you are to depart, Lam come toadvife you, 
 Comfort yon, and pray with you. 
 
 Bar. Friar,notI: I have beene drinking hard all night, 
 and I will have moze time toprepare me, or they: fhall 
 beatout my braines with billets ? 1 will nor confent to 
 dye this day, that’s certaine. ; 
 
 Duk. Oh fir, you mutt : and therefore I befeech you 
 Looke forward on the journy you fhall goes 
 
 Bar. T{weare I will notdyeto day for ‘any mans per- 
 
 +4 {wafion. 
 ScenaT ertia. meme Sean 
 Bar. Not a word: if you have any thing to fay tome, 
 ~ | cometomy Ward :for thence willnot I to day. 
 Enter ( lowne. . Exit. 
 Clo, Lamas well acquainted heere; as I was in our : Enter Provoft. 
 | houfeof profeffion sone would thinke it were Miftris | Dak. Vnfit tolive, ordye: oh gcavell heart. 
 i = oe 2F SES ter 
 
; ‘ 
 78 eMeafure for Measure. 
 
 After him ( Fellowes) bring himto the blocke. 
 
 Pro. Now Sit, bow doe you find the prifoner ? 
 Dyk. A cteatureunpre-par'd,unmeet for deaths 
 
 And totranfport him in the minde he is 
 
 Were damnable. 
 ro, Here in the prifon, father, 
 
 There died this morning ef a cruell Feaver, 
 
 One Ragozine, a moftnotorious Pirate, 
 
 Aman of Clandio’s yearest his beard, and head 
 Iuftofcolour. What if we doe omit 
 
 This Reprobate, till he were well enclin'd, 
 
 And fatisfie the Deputy with the vifage 
 
 Of Ragozine, more like to (laudio? k 
 Duke. Oh,’ tis an accident that heaven provides « 
 
 Difpatch it prefently, the houredrawes on 
 
 Prefixt by Angelo: Sec this be done, 
 
 And fent according to command, whiles I 
 
 Perfwade this rude wretch willingly to dye: 
 
 Pro. This fhall be done (good father) prefently : 
 
 But Barsardine mult dye this afternoone, 
 
 And how fhall we continue Claudio, 
 
 To fave me from the danger that might come, 
 
 Ifhe were knowne alive ? 
 
 Duk, Let this be done. 
 
 Put them in fecret holds, both Barnardine and Clandio, 
 
 Ere'twice the Sun hath made his journall greeting 
 
 Toyond generation, you fhall find 
 
 Your fafety manifefted. 
 
 Pro. 1 am your free dependant: Exit. 
 ‘Duk, Quicke, difpatch,and fend the head to Angelo. 
 
 Now will I write Letters to Angelo, 
 
 (The Provoft he fhall beare them ) whofe contents 
 
 Shall witneffe to him Iam neere at home : 
 
 And that by great injunctions I am bound 
 
 To enter publickely : him ile defire 
 
 To meet me at the confecrated Fount, 
 
 A League below the Citty : and ftom thence, 
 
 By cold gradation, and weale-ballanc’d forme, 
 
 We hall proceed with Axgelo, 
 
 Enter Provof. 
 - Pro. Heereis the head, Ile carry it my felfe. 
 
 .__ Dwk, Convenient is it Make a {witt returne, 
 For 1 would commune with you of fach things, 
 That want no eare but yours, 
 
 Pro. Ue makeall{peed. =: Few. 
 Jfabell within. 
 Ifa. Peace hoa, be heere. 
 Dwk, Thetongue of Ifabell. She's come to know, 
 
 If yet her brothers pardon be come hither : 
 
 But I will keepe her ignorant of her good, 
 
 To make her heavenly comfortsof defpaire, 
 
 When itis leaft expected. 
 
 Enter Ifabella. 
 Ifa. Hoa, by your leave. 
 
 Dak, Good morning toyou,faire,and gracious dangh- 
 
 ere 
 Ja. Thebetter given me be fo holy a man, 
 
 Hath yetthe Deputy fent my brothers pardon? 
 Dek. He hath relea{’d him, I/abed, from the world 
 
 His head is off, and fent to edngelo, : 
 
 _ Yas Nay, but it is not fo. 
 
 Duk, Iisno other. 
 
 Shew your wifedomedaughter in your clofe patience. 
 Jfa. Oh, Lwillto him, and plucke out his eyes, 
 Deke. You fhallnot be admitted to his fight. 
 
 Ifa. Vnhappy Clandio, wretched Habell. 
 
 child. 
 
 Injurious world, moftdamned Axge/s- i 
 Duk, This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jote 
 Forbeare it therfore, give your cauic to heaven, 
 
 Marke what I fay, which you fhall find 
 By every fillable a faithfull verity- rie Ag 
 The Duke comes home to morrow : nay dry your eyes, | 
 One of our Covent, and his Confeflor ; a 
 Gives me this inftance : Already he hath carried 
 Notice to Efcalus and Angelo, : 
 Who dee prepare to meete him atthe gates, (do me, 
 There to give up their powre : if you can pace your wile 
 In that good path that would with it goe, 
 And you fhall have your bofome on this wretch, 
 Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart, 
 And generall Honor. 
 
 Jfa. 1am directed by you- : 
 
 Duk, This Letter then to Friar Peter give, 
 *Tisthat he fent me of the Dukes returne = 
 Say, by thistoken, I defire hiscompany 
 At Mariana’s houfe to night. Her caufe, and yours 
 Ile perfect him withall, and he fhall bring you 
 Before the Duke ; and to the head of Angele 
 Accufe him home and home; For my poore felfe, 
 Iam combined by a facred Vow, 
 And fhall be abfent. Wend you withthis Letter : 
 Command thefe fretting waters from your eyes 
 Withalight heart ; truftnot my holy Order 
 If I pervert your courfe: who’s heere ? 
 
 Enter Luci. 
 
 Lue. Good’even; 
 
 Frier, where’s the Proveft? 
 Duke. Not within Sir, 
 Lue. Oh pretty J/abella, 1am pale at mine heart, to} — 
 
 fee thine eyes fo red : thou muft be pacient ; I] amfaine} 
 
 to dine and fup with water and bran : Idarenot for my | 
 head fill my belly. One fruitfull Meale would fermec | — 
 too’t: but they fay the Duke will be heereto Morrow. | — 
 
 By my troth Jfabell 1 lov’d thy brother, ifthe old fan- | — 
 
 og Duke of darke corners had beene at home,he had | 
 
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 Deke. Sir,the Duke is marveilons little beholding to | 
 
 your reports, butthe beft is, helivesnotinthem. — 
 Luc. Friar, thon knowelt not the Duke fo well asI 
 
 doe : he’sa better woodman then thon tak’ft him for. 
 Duke, Well: you'll anfwer this oneday.Fare ye well | 
 Luc. Naytarry, Ie goe along withthee. he 
 
 I can tell thee pretty tales of she ke: lial 
 
 _ Dukes You have told me too many of him already fir | 
 
 if they be true : ifnot true, none were enough. xan 
 Enc. 1 wasonce before him for getting a Wench with | 
 
 Duk, Did you fachathing ?» . 
 _ Lac. Yes marry did 1; but I was faine to forfweare it, 
 They would elfe have married me to the rotten Medler. 
 Dukt. Sir you company is fairerthen honefty reft you 
 well. 
 __ Zuc: By my troth Ile goe with thee to the lanes end: | _ 
 if baudy talke offend you, we'll have very little of : nay | 
 Friar I am a kind of a Burre, I hall ticke. Excunt, 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 Enter Angelo, and Efcalus. 
 Efe.Every Letter he hath writ, i difvouch’d other, | 
 eng, | 
 
<M. eafure for Meafure. 
 
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 eng. In moft uneven and diflracted manner, hisacti- 
 ons fhew much liketo madneffe, pray heaven his wife- 
 dome be not tainted :and why meet himat the gates and 
 deliver our authorities there ? 
 
 &. I gheffe not. 
 
 Ang. Andwhy fhould we proclaime it in an houre 
 before his entring, that if any crave redreffe of injuitice, 
 they fhould exhibite their petitions in the fireet ? 
 
 &jc. He fhewes hisreafon for that : to havea difpatch 
 of Complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, 
 which {hall then have no power to ftand againft vs. 
 
 eAfug. Well: Lbefeech you let it be proclaim'd bes 
 times?’ th.morne; Ile call you at your houte give notice 
 to fuch men of fort and fut asare to meet him. 
 
 ' &e. I hall fir : fare you well. Exit. 
 
 Ang. Goodnight. | ) 
 Thisdeed unthapes me quite,makesme unpregnant 
 And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred Maide, 
 
 And by an eminent Body,that enfore'd 
 
 The Law againft it ? But that her tender fhame 
 
 Will not proclaimeagainft her Maiden lofle, 
 
 How might the tongue me ? yet reafon dares her no, 
 For my Authority beares of a credent bulke, 
 
 That no particular fcandall once can touch 
 
 But it confounds the breather. He fhonld have liv’d, 
 Save that hisriotous youth with dangerous fenfe, 
 Might in the simesto come have ta ne revenge 
 
 By foreceivinga difhonour’d life, 
 
 ‘| With ranfome of fuch fhame : would yet he had liv'd. 
 
 Alack,when once our grace we have forgot, 
 Nothing goes right, we would,and we wouldnot. Ext. 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
 Enter Duke and Fryer Peter. 
 
 Duk, Thefe Lettersat fit time deliver me. 
 The Provoft knowes our purpofe and our plot, 
 The matter being a foote,keepe your inftruction 
 And hold you ever to our {peciall drift, 
 Though fometimes you doc blench from this to that 
 As caufe doth minifter : Goe call at F/avia’s houfe, 
 And teil him where I ftay: give thelikenotice 
 To Valencius,Rowlaxd,and to Craffves, 
 And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate ; 
 But fend me Flavius firit. 
 
 Peter. It fhall be fpeeded well. 
 
 Enter Varrius. 
 Duke. I thanke thee Yarrius,thou haft made good haft, 
 Come,we will walke : There’s other of our friends 
 Will greet us heereanon: my gentle Warrim, Exennt, 
 
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 Scena Sexta. 
 
 Enter Lfabella and Marsana, 
 Hab, To {peake fo indirefly 1am loath, 
 I would fay the truth,but to accufe him fo 
 That is your-part,yet I am advis dto doe it, 
 He fayes,to vaile full purpofe. 
 Mar, Berul'd by him. 
 
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 Ifa. Befides,hetels me,that if peradventure 
 He {peake againft me on the adverfe fide, 
 
 ‘I fhould not thinke it ftrange, for ’tisa Phyficke 
 
 That’s bitter,to {weet end. . 
 Enter Petere 
 
 Mar. I would Fryer Petersmne 
 Ifab. Oh peace,the Fryer iscome. 
 Peter. Come I have found you outa ftand moft fit, 
 
 Where youmay have fuch vantage on the Duke 
 
 He fhall not pafleyou : | 
 
 Twice have the Trumpets founded. 
 
 The generousand graveft Citizens 
 
 Have hent the gates,and very neere upon 
 
 The Duke isentring: 
 
 Therefore hence away. | Sacewnts | 
 
 fas Quintus Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Dake Varrins, Lords, Angelo, Efealus,Lacio, 
 Citizens at feverall doores. got 
 Duke. My very worthy Cofen,fairely met, 
 
 Our old and faithfull friend,we are glad tofee you. - 
 Ang. &c. Happy returne be to your Royall Grace. 
 Dake. Many and hearty thankingsbe to you both: 
 
 We have made enquiry of you,and we heare 
 
 Such goodneffe of your Iuttice,that our foule 
 
 Cannot but yeeld youforth to publike thankes 
 
 Forerusning more requitall. 
 
 Ang, You make my bonds ftill greater. 
 Du. Oh your defért {fpeakes loud,and I fhould wrong 
 
 To lockeit in the wards of covert bofome 
 
 When it deferves with Characters of Brafle 
 
 ‘A forted refidence ‘gairift the tooth of time, 
 
 And razure of oblivion : Give we your hand 
 Andlet the fubjett fee, tomake then know 
 That outward curtefies would faine proclaime 
 Favours that keepe within : Come E/calus, 
 You muft walke by uson our other hand 
 And good fupporters are you. 
 
 Enter Peter and Tfabela: 
 
 Peter. Now is your time 
 Speake loud,and kneele before him« 
 
 Jab. Jultice,O Royall Duke,vaile yourregard 
 Vpenawrong’d( would faine have faid a Maid) 
 Oh worthy Prince difhonour not your eye 
 By throwing it on any other object, 
 
 Till you have heard me, in my true complaint, 
 
 And given me luftice, Inftice Inftice, luitice. 
 Duke. Relate your wrongs ; 
 
 In what,by whom ? be briefe : 
 
 Here is Lord Angelo thall give you Iuktice, 
 
 Reveale your felfeto him. 
 
 Tfab. Oh worthy Duke, 
 
 You bid me feeke redemption of the Divell, 
 Heare me your felfe: for chat which I muft fpeake 
 Mufteither punith me,not being beleev'd, 
 
 Or wring redreffe from you : 
 
 Heare me : oh -heare me,;heeres 
 
 Ang. My Lord,her wits, feare me,are not firme ; 
 She hath been a {uitor to me,for her brother 
 Cut off by courfe of Inftice, 
 
 ifab. By courfe of Iuftice! : 
 
 Ang. And the will {peake moft bitterly. 
 
 ; Tfab Mott. 
 
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 eMeafure for Measure. 
 
 Jfab, Mott ftrange : but yet molt truely willl fpeakes 
 
 That e4ugele’s forfworne,isit not ftrange ? 
 That Angelo’s a murtherer,is’t not ftrange ¢ 
 .That edagelo isan adulterous theefe, 
 An hypoerite,a virgin violator, 
 Is it not ftrange ? and f{trange ? 
 Da. Nay it is ten times ftrange ? 
 Jfa..Itis not truer he is e4ngelo, 
 Than thisis allas true,as it is ftrange ; 
 Nay;itis tentimes true,for truth is truth 
 To th’end of reckning. 
 Da. Away with her : poore foule 
 She {peakes this; in th’infirmity of fenfe. : 
 Ifab. Oh Prince,I conjure thee,as thou beleev'ft 
 There is another comfort,than this world, 
 That thou negle& me not, with that opinion 
 
 | That 1am touch’d with madneffe : makenot impoffible 
 
 That which but feemes unlike,’tis notimpoffible 
 But one,the wickedft Caitiffe on the ground 
 May feeme as fhie,as grave,asjult,as abfolute : 
 As 2Angelo,even fo may eAngelo 
 In all his dreffings,cara&ts, titles, formes, 
 Be an arch-villaine : Beleeve it,royall Prince 
 Ifhe be Jeffe,he’s nothing,but he’s more, 
 Had I more name for badneffe. 
 Du. By mine honefty 
 If fhe be mad,as I beleeve no other, 
 Her madneffe hath the oddeft frame of fenfe, 
 Such a dependancy of thing on thing, 
 Asere I heard in madneffe. 
 I/zb. Oh gracious Duke 
 Harpe not on that ; nor doe not banith reafon 
 For inequality ,but let your reafon ferve 
 To make the truth appeare,where it feemes hid, 
 And bide the falfe feemes true. 
 Duke. Many that are not mad 
 Have fure more lacke of reafon : 
 What would youfay ? 
 Tfab. 1 ayn the fitter of one Claudio, 
 Condemn’d upen the a& of Fornication 
 To lofe his head,condemn’d by Angelo: 
 I,(in probation of a Sifterhood ) 
 Wasfent to by my brother ; one Lucia 
 Asthen the Meffenger. 
 Luc. That's I,and’t like your Grace : 
 Icame to her from: Claudio,and defir'd her, 
 To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo; 
 For her poore brothers pardon. 
 Ib. That’s he indeed. 
 Ds. You were not bid tofpeake. 
 Lz, No,my good Lord, 
 Nor with’d to hold my peace. 
 Dz, I with younow then, 
 Pray youtake nove ofit:and when you have ~ 
 A bufineffe for your felfe : pray heaven you then 
 Be nerfed. a ag 
 Luc. I warrant your honour. 
 Lu. The warrant’s for your felfe «take heed to’r. 
 
 The phrafe isto the matter. 
 Dx. Mendedagaine : the matter : proceeds 
 Ifab. In briefe,to fer the needleffe by: 
 How I perfwaded,how I praid, and kneel'd, 
 How herefeldme,and how I replide 
 (For this was of much length)the vilde conclufion 
 I now begin with griefe and fhame toutter: 
 He would nct,but by gift of my chafte body 
 To his concupifcible intemperate Luft 
 Releafe my brother ; and after much debatement, 
 My fifterly remorfe,confates mine honour, 
 
 And I did yeeld to him : Butthenext morne betimes, | 
 
 His purpofe furfetting,he fends a warrant 
 For my poore brothers head. 
 
 Ds. This is moftlikely. | 
 
 Ifab.Oh that it were as like asit is true. 
 
 In hatefull practife : firft his Integrity 
 Stands without blemith : next 1timportsno reafon, 
 That with fuch vehemency he fhould purfue 
 Faults proper to himfelfe : if he had fo offended 
 He would have weigh’d thy brother by himfeife, 
 And not have cut him off : fome one hath fet you on 
 Confefle the truth,and fay by whofe advice 
 Thou cam'ft hereto complaine. 
 
 Tfab. And is this all ? ‘ 
 Then oh you bleffed Minifters above, 
 Keepe me in patience,and with ripened time 
 Vntold the evill which is here wraptup 
 
 In countenance : heaven fhield your Grace from woe; 
 
 As I thus wrong’d, hence unbeleeved gee. 
 D#. IKnow you'ld faine be gone: An Officer ; 
 To prifon with her : Shall we thus permit 
 A blafting and a {candalons breath to fall, 
 On him foneere us ? Thisneeds mutt be a practife ; 
 Who knew of your intent and comming hither ? 
 Jfab. One that I would were here, Fryer Lodowicke. 
 Ds, A ghoftly Father belike : 
 Who knowes that Lodowicke ? 
 Lue. My Lord,I know him,’tis e medling Fryer, 
 I doe not like the man: had he beene Lay,my Lord, 
 For certaine words he fpake againft your Grace 
 In your retirement, had {wing’d him foundly. 
 
 Ds. Wordsagainit me? this’a good Fryer belike 
 
 And to fet on this wretched woman here 
 
 Againft our Subftitute : Letthis Fryer be fourid. 
 Luc. But yefternight my Lord,fheand that Fryer 
 
 I faw them at the prifon : a fawcy Fryer, 
 
 Avery {curvy fellow. 
 Peter. Blefled be your Royall Grace: 
 
 Ihave ftood by my Lord,and I have heard 
 
 Your Royalleareabus’d ; frft hath this woman 
 
 | Moft wrongfully accus’d your Subftitute, 
 
 Who isas tree from touch,or foyle with her 
 As fhe from one ungot. 
 
 Dx. We did beleeve nolefte. 
 
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 Ds. By heaven(fond wretch)} know'ft not what thou} § 
 | Or elfe thou art fuborn’d againft his honour 
 
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 Know you that Fryer Lodowicke which fhe {peakes of ? 
 Peter. 1 know him for a man Divine and holy, 
 
 Not {curvy,nora temporary medler : 
 
 As he’s reported by this Gentleman: 
 
 And on my traft,a man that never yor 
 
 Did(as he vouches)mifreport your Grace. ; 
 Luc. My Lord ,moft villanoufly ,beleeve it, Bs: 
 Peters Well: he intime may come tocleare himfelfe; | 
 
 Bat at this infant he isficke,my Lord : : 
 
 Jfab. This Gentleman told fomething of my Tale. 
 Luc. Right. é 
 Du. Itmay be right,but you are i’th wrong 
 To fpeake before your time,proceed. 
 Ifab. Twent 
 To this pernicious Caytiffe Deputy. 
 Dx. That's fomewhat madly {poken. 
 Ifab. Pardonit, ) 
 
Of a itrange Feayer : upon hismeere requié ft 
 
 Being come to-knowledge,that there was complaint 
 
 Intended againft Lord Angelo,came I hither 
 
 To {peake as from his mouth, what he doth know 
 
 Is-trac and falfe : and what he with his éath 
 
 And all probation will makeup full cleare 
 
 Whenfoever he’s convented’: Firft,for this wostan; 
 
 } To juftifie this:worthy Nobleman, 
 
 So vulgarly ad perfonally accus’d, 
 
 Her fhall yowheare difproved to her eyes, 
 
 Till fhe herfeife confefle it. ES 
 Dake. Good Fryer let’s heare it : 
 
 Doe you not {mileat this, Lord eAngelo? 
 
 Qh heaven ,the vanity of wretched fooles, 
 
 Give vs fome feates,Come Cofen Angelo, 
 
 Inthis Ile be impartiall :be you judge 
 
 Of your owne Caule; Is this the Witnefle Bryer ? 
 
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 : Enter Mariana, 
 Firft, let her fhew her face,and after fpeake. 
 Mar. Pardon my Lord3I will not thew my face 
 Votill my husband bid me. 
 Dake. What,are you married ? 
 Mar. No'my Lord. 
 Deke. Areyoua Maid? 
 Mar. No my Lord, % 
 Duke. A Widdow then ? 
 Mar. Neither my Lord, : 
 Duke. Why are you nothing then: seither Maid, Wi- 
 }dow,nor Wife? * 
 Luc. My Lord, fhe may bea Punke: for many of 
 them,are neither Maid, Widdow,nor Wife. » 
 Duke, Silence that fellow. : I would he had fume cant 
 to prattle for himfelfe. 
 Luc. Well my Lord. 
 (Mar. My Lord,I doe confeffe I nere was married, 
 | And I confeffe befides,I am no Maid, 
 I have knowne my husband,yet my husband 
 Knowes not that ever he knew me. 
 Luc.He was drunke then;my Lovd,it-can be no better. 
 Dz, For the benefit of filence,would thou wert fo to, 
 Lue. Well my Lord. 
 Dz. Thisisno witneflefor Lord eLacelo, 
 Mar. Now Icometo’.my Lord. 
 - Shee that accnfes him of Fornication, 
 | In felfe-fame manner doth accufe my husband, 
 And charges him,my Lord,with fuch atime; 
 When Ile depofe ¥ had him in mine Armes 
 Withall ch’ctect of Love. 
 Ang, Charges fhe moe then me? 
 Mar, Notthat I know. 
 Du. No? you fay your husband. 
 Mar. Why jultmy Lord,and thatis eAngele, 
 Who thinkeshie knowes,that he neere knew my body, 
 But knowes,he thinkes,that he knowes J/abels. 
 Ang, This is.aftrange abnte : Let’s {ee thy face. 
 Atar. My husband bids me,now I willunmaske. — 
 This is that face, thou cruell Azgelo 
 Which once thou fwortt,was worth the looking on: 
 ‘Thisis the hand,which witha vow’dcontrat 
 Was faft belockt inthine : Thisis the body 
 That tooke away the match from //abed, 
 And did fupply thee at thy Garden-houfe 
 In her Imagin’d perfon. 
 Dx. Know you this woman ? 
 Lac. Carnally the fayes. 
 
 | Meafire for Measure. 
 
 Da. Sirrha,ne more. 
 
 Zuc. Enough my Lerd. 
 
 Ang. My Lord,! mutt confeffe,I kpow this woman, 
 And five yeares fince there was fome{fpeech of marriage 
 Betwixt my felfe and lier + which was broke off, 
 
 Partly for that her promis’d proportions 
 
 Care fhert of Compofition : but in chiefe 
 
 For that her reputation was dif-valued 
 
 In levity: Since which time of five yeeres 
 
 I never {pake wich her,faw her,nor heard from her 
 Vpon my faith and honour. 
 
 Mar . Noble Prince, 
 
 Asthere comes light from heaven and words from breath 
 Asthereis fenfe in truth and truth in vertue, 
 Tamarhanced this mans wife,as firongly 
 As wordscould make up Vowes : And my good Lord, 
 But Tuelday night laft gone ,in’s Garden houfe, 
 He knew meas a wife. As this is true, 
 Let me in fafety raife'me from my knees; 
 Or elfe for ever be confixed here 
 A Marble Monument. 
 Ang. I did but {miletill now, 
 Now, good my Lord, give me the fcope of Tuftice, 
 My patience here is touch’d : T doe perceive 
 Thefe poore informall women,are no more 
 But inftraments of fome more mightier member 
 That fetsthem on, Let me have way, my Lord, 
 To finde this practife ont. 
 Deke. I,wichmiy heart, 
 And punith them'to your height of pleafare. 
 Thou foolifh Fryer,and thou pernicious woman 
 Compact with her that’s gone : think’ thou thy oathes, 
 Though they would {wearédowne each particular Saint, 
 Were teftimonies gaintt his worth,and credit 
 That's feald in approbation? you,Lord Efcalus, 
 Sit with my Cozen,lend him your kinde paines 
 
 } To finde ont this abufé, whence’ tisderiv’d. 
 
 Thereis another Fryer that fet them on, 
 Lethim be fent for. 
 Peter. Would he were here ,my Lord, for he indeed - 
 
 Hath fet the women on to this complaint ; 
 Your Provoft knowes the place where he abides, 
 And he may fetch him. 
 
 Dek, Goe,doe it inftantly : 
 And you my Noble and well-warranted Cofen 
 Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth, 
 Doe with your injuries as feemes you beft 
 Inany chaftifement ; I for a while 
 Willleave you ; but ftirre not you till you have 
 Well determin’d upon thefe Slanderers, Exit, 
 
 Efe. My Lord,wee'll doe it thronghly : Signior Lucio, 
 did not you fay,you knew that Fryer Lodowicke to beea 
 difhoneft perfon ? 
 
 Luc, (uctllus non facit Monachum, Honeft in nothing 
 but in his Cloathes, and one that hath {poke moft villa- 
 nous {peeches of the Duke. 
 
 Efe. We thall intreat you to abide here till he tome, 
 and inforce them againft him : wee fhall finde this F ryera 
 notable fellow. 
 | Luc, As any in Usenna on my word. 
 
 Efta. Call that fame //abell here onceagaine, I would | 
 
 {peake with her : pray you, my Lord, give mee leave to | 
 
 queftion,you fhall fee how Ile handle her. 
 Luc. Not better then he,by her owne report, 
 Efea. Say you? 
 Luc, Marry fir,] thinke,if you handled her privately 
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 afham’d. 
 
 Enter Duke,Provoft,tfabella. 
 
 Efe. Iwill goe darkely to worke with her. 
 
 Lue. Thats the way; for women are light at mid- 
 night. : 
 
 Bi. Come on Miftris, here’s a Gentlewoman . Denies 
 ali that you have faid. 
 
 Lue. My Lord,here comes the Rafcall I {poke of, 
 Here with the Provoft. ' f 
 
 Efe.In very good time : fpeake notyouto hia , ull we 
 call upon you. ; 
 
 Luc, Mum. 
 
 Efe. Come fir,did you fetthefe women on to {lander 
 Lord Angelo ? they have confes’d you did. 
 
 Duke. "Tis falfe. 
 
 Efe. How? know you where youare ? 
 
 Duke. Refpect to your great place ; and let the Divell 
 Be fometime honour’d, for his burning throne. 
 
 Whereis the Duke ? ’tis he fhould heare me fpecke. 
 
 Efe. The Duke’s in us: and we will heare you {peakc, 
 Looke you fpeake juftly. 
 
 Duke, Boldiy at leaft. But oh poore foules, 
 Come you to fecke the Lambe here of the Fox ? 
 Good night to your redrefle : is the Duke gone ? 
 Then ts your caufegone too: The Duke's unjutt, 
 Thus toretort your manifeft appeale, 
 
 And put your tryallin the villaines mouth, 
 Which here you come toaccufe. 
 
 Luc, This isthe Rafca :thisis he I {poke of. 
 
 Efe. Why thou unreverend and unhallowed Fryer: 
 Is’t not cnough thou haft fuborn’d thefé women, 
 Toaccufe this worthy man ? but in fowle mouth, 
 
 And inthe witneffe of his proper eare, 
 
 To call him villaine ; and then roglance from him, 
 
 ' Toth’Duke himfelfe,to taxe him with Injuttice ? 
 Take him hence;to th’racke withhim: we'll towze you 
 | Ioynt by joynt,but we will know his purpofe : 
 What? unjutt? 
 
 Dake. Be not fo hot: the Duke dare 
 No more ttretchthis finger of mine,then he 
 Dare racke his owne his Subjet am I not, 
 Nor here Provinciail : My bufineffe in this State 
 Made mea looker on here in Vsexna, 
 Where I have feene corruption boyle and bubble, 
 Till it ore-runne the Stew : Lawes for all faulrs, 
 But faults fo countenanc’d,that the ftrong Statutes 
 Stand like the forfeits ina Barbers fhop, 
 As much in mocke,as marke, 
 
 Efe. Slander to th’State : 
 Away with hinito prifon. 
 
 Ang. What can you vouch againft him Signior Lweio ? 
 Is thisthe man that you did tell us of ? 
 
 Luc. ’Tishe,my Lord: come hither goodman bald- 
 pate,doe you know me? 
 ~ Duke. I remember you fir by the found of your voyce, 
 I met youat the prifor inthe abfence of the Duke. 
 
 Luc. Oh,did you fo? anddoe you remember what you 
 faid of the Duke? 
 
 Dake. Mott notedly fir. 
 
 Ene. Docyoufo fir; And was the Duke a fleth-mon- 
 gersa foole,andacoward , as you then reported him to 
 
 C2), 
 
 Dake. You mutt ( fir ) change perfons with me,ere you 
 make that my reports you indeed {poke fo of him, and 
 
 82 Meafure for Meapure. 
 
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 much more, much worfe. 
 
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 Lue. Oh thou damnable fellow : did not 1 pluckethee 
 
 by the nole,tor thy {peeches uf 
 "Duke I proteft,l love the Duke as I lovemy felfe. 
 ezng. Harke How the villaine would ciofe now , after 
 
 his treafonable abufes- 
 
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 Efe. Sucha fellow isnot tobe talk’d withall ; Away 
 with himto prifon: Whereis the Prevef? away with’ 
 
 him to prifon ; lay bolts enough upon him s let him {peake 
 
 no more ; away withthofe Giglets too , and withthe o- a 
 
 ther confederatecomp 
 Dake. Stayfir,tayawhilee = 
 Ang. What,refilts he ? helpe him Lacie. ‘soe 
 Luc. Come fir,come fir come Gir: foh fir, why you 
 baldpated lying Rafcall; youmutft be hooded mult you?) 
 fhow your knaves vifage witha poxe toyou: fhow your, 
 heepenies face, and bee hang’d an houres. will¢ not 
 off? 
 
 Dake. Thou art the firft knave that ere mad’ft a Duke, | 
 
 Firtt Provef,let me baylethefe gentle three = vad 
 
 Sneake not away fir,for the Fryer and you, 
 
 Matt have a word anon: lay hold on him. 
 Lus. This may prove worfe then hanging. 
 
 Duke, What youhave {poke,! pardon ; fit you downe, | 
 
 We'll borrow place of him ; Sir,by your leave: |g. 
 Ha’‘it thou of word or wit,or impudence, 
 
 That yet candoe thee office ? Itthou ha'ft, 
 
 Rely upon it,till my tale be heard, 
 
 And hoid nolonger out. 
 
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 I fhould be guiltier chen my guiltineffe, 
 Tothinke Jcan be undifcernable, 
 When I perceive your Grace,like power Divine, 
 Hath look’d upon my paffes. Then good Prince, 
 No longer Seffion hold vpon my fhame, 
 But let ny eriall be mine owne Confeflion : 
 Immediate fentence then,and fequent death, tif 
 Is ali the grace I beg. tj 
 Duke, Come hither Mariana, 
 Say : was'tthouever contracted tothis woman ? 
 Ang. was my Lord. 
 Duke, Goetake her hence,and marry her inftantly. 
 Doe you the oifice(Fryer)which confummate, 
 
 Returne him here againe : goe with him Provolt. Eait. | 
 &c. My Lord I am more amaz’dat hisdifhenour, “| 
 
 Then atthe {trangenefle of it. 
 
 Duke. Come hither J/abe/, 
 Your Fryer ismow your Prince: As? was then 
 Advertifing,and hely to your bufineffe, 
 (Not changing heart with habit) [ am ftill, 
 Atturnied at your fervice, 
 
 Jfab. Oh give me pardon 
 That J,your vafiaile, have imploy’d and pain’d, 
 Your unknowne Soveraignety. 
 
 Duke. Yoware pardon’d Ifabel : 
 And now deare Maide,be you as free tous, 
 Your brothers death,I know, fits at your heart: 
 And you may marveile,why | ob{cur’d my felfe, 
 Labouring to fave his life ;and would not rather 
 Make rath remonftrance of my hidden powers 
 Then let him fo be loft : Ohmoft kinde Maid, 
 Tt wasthe {wift celerity et his death, 
 Which I did thinke with flower footecame on, 
 That brain’d my purpofe : but peace be with him 
 That lite is better life paft fearing death, : 
 Then that which lives ro feare : make it your comfort; 
 
eafure for Meafure. 
 
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 So happy is your Brother. 
 Enter Angelo, Adaria;Peter,Provoft. 
 
 Ifa. I doe my Lord. 
 
 Duke For this new-married man,approching here, 
 Whofe falt imagination yet hath wrong’d 
 Your well defended honour ; you mutt pardon 
 For Mariana’sfake : But as he adjudg’d your Brother; 
 Being criminall,in double violation 
 Of facred chaftitie,and of promifeebreach, 
 
 Thereon dependant for your brothers life; 
 The very mercy of the Law cryes ont 
 Moftaudible,even from his proper tongue; 
 An e4ngels for Clandio,death for death = _ 
 Hafte ftill payes hafte,and leafure an{weres leafure ; 
 Like doth quit like,and (Mea/ure itill for Afeasre : 
 Then e4ngelo thy fault’s thus manifefted : . 
 Which though thou wouldft deny, denyes thee vantage. 
 We dee condemne thee to the very Blocke 
 Where ((laudio ftoop'd to death,and with like hafte. 
 Away withhim. © . 
 
 Mar. Oh my moft gracious Lord, . 
 I hope you will not mocke me with a husband? 
 - Duke It is your husband mock’d you witha husband, 
 Confenting to the fafe-guard of your honour, 
 I thought your marriage fit: elfe Imputation, 
 For that he knew you,might reproch your lifes 
 And choake your good to come : for his pofleffionsy 
 Although by confication they are ours ; 
 We doe enftate, and widdow you withall, 
 To buy you.a better husband. 
 
 Mar. Oh my deere Lord, 
 I crave noother,nor no better mati. 
 
 Duke. Never crave him,we aredefinitive. 
 
 Mar, Gentle my Liege. 
 
 Duke. You doe but lofe your labour. 
 
 Away with him to death : Now fir,to you. © 
 
 (Mar, Oh my good Lord, {weet /fabe/,take my part, 
 Lend me your knees,and all my iife to come, 
 
 Tle lend you all my life to doe you fervice. 
 
 Duke. Againft all fenfe you doe importune her, 
 Should fhe kneele downe, in mercy of this fact, 
 Her brothers ghoft iis paved bed would breake, 
 And take her hence in horror. 
 
 CMar. Label : 
 
 Sweet J/abel,doe yet but knecle by me, 
 Holdup your hands, fay nothing : I'le fpeake all, 
 They fay beft men are moulded out of faults, 
 And for the meft,become much more the better 
 For beinga littlebad :So may my husband. 
 Oh Jfabel : will you not lend a knee ? 
 
 Duke. He dyes for (landie’s death. 
 
 Tfab, Moft bounteons Sir. 
 
 Looke, if it pleafe you,on this man condesmyd, 
 Asif my brother liv’d : I partly thinke, 
 
 A due fincerity governed his deeds, 
 
 Till he did looke on me : Since itis fo, 
 
 Let hini not dye : my brother hadbut Iuftice, 
 
 In that he did the thing for which he did. 
 
 For Angels,his 4& did not ore-take his bad intent, 
 And mutt be buried but as an intent 
 That perith’d by the way : thoughtsare nofubjects 
 Intents,but meerely thoughts. 
 
 Mar, Meerely my Lord. . 
 
 Dake. Your {uite’s unprofitable : fland up I fay ¢ 
 I have bethought me of another fault. 
 
 Prevolt how came it Claudio was beheaded 
 
 Atan unnfuall houre ? 
 Pro. It was commanded fo; - 
 Dsk, Had you a {peciall warrant for the deed ? 
 Pro. No my good Lord;it was by private meflage. 
 Duke. For which I doe difchargé you of your oifice, 
 Giveup yourkeyes. 
 Fro. Pardon me,Noble Lord: 
 I thoughtit was a faulesbut knew it not, 
 Yet did repent me after thore advice, 
 For teftimony whereof,one in the prifon 
 That fhould by private order elfe have dy’d, 
 I have referv’d alive, | 
 Duke. What's he > 
 Pro. Hisnameis Barnardsne. 
 Duke. I wouldftthou hadft done foby Clandée: 
 Goe fetch him hither,ler me looke upon him. 
 Efe, Lam forry,one fo learned,and fo wife 
 As you, Lord Angele,have ftill appear’d; 
 Should flip fo grofly both in the heat of blood 
 And lacke of temper’d judgement afterward. 
 Ang. Lam forry that {uch forrow I procure, 
 And fo deepe flicks it ia my penitent heart, 
 That I crave death more willingly then mercy, 
 ’Tismy deferving,and I doe intreat it. 
 Enter Barnar dine and Provoft ,Clandso, luletth. 
 Duke. Whichisthat Barnardine ? 
 Pro. This my Lord. 
 Duke. There was a Fryer told me of thisman- 
 Sirrha,thou art faid to have a ftubborne foule 
 That apprehends no further then this world, 
 And fquar’ft thy lifeaccording : Thou’rt condemn’d, 
 But for thofe earthly faults,I quitthem all, 
 I pray thee take this mercy to provide 
 For better timesto come : Fryer,advifehim , 
 Ileave himto your hand. What muffled fellow’s that ? 
 Pro, This is another prifoner that I fav’d, 
 Who fhould have dy’d when Clandio loft his head, 
 Aslike almoft to C/andio as bimfelfe. 
 Duke. 1f he be like your brother, for his fake 
 
 - |. Ishe pardon’d,and for your lovely fake 
 
 Give me your hand,and fay you will be mine, 
 
 He is miy brother too : But fatter time for that : 
 
 By this Lord e<ixgelo perceives hee’s fafe, 
 
 MethinkesI fee a quickning in his eye : 
 
 Well e4ngelo,your evill quits you well. 
 Looke that you love your wife : her worth,worth yours. 
 I finde an apt remiffion in my felfe : 
 
 And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon; 
 
 You firrha,that knew me for a fooleya Coward, 
 
 One all of Luxurie,an Affe,a mad man : 
 
 Wherein have I fodeferv’d of you 
 
 | That you extolt mé thus ? 
 
 Lue. Faith my Lord,1 {poke it but according tothe 
 tricke : ifyou will hang me for it you may ; but I had rae 
 ther it would pleafe.you,I might be whipt. 
 
 Duke. Whipt firft fir,and hang’d after. 
 Proclaime it Prova round about the City ; 
 Ifany woman wrong’d by this lew’d fellow 
 (As I have heard him {weare himfelfe theré's one 
 Whom he begot with childe let her appeare, 
 Andhe fhall marry her : the nuptial! fnifh’d, 
 Let him be whip’d and hang’d: 
 Luc. Ybefeech your Highneffe doe not marty mee to a 
 Whore: your Highneffe faid even now,I made you a 
 
 Duke,good my Lord doenotrecompence me, in making 
 mé a Cuckold. 
 
 Dake. Vpon 
 
Dk. Vpon mine honor thou thalt marry her, 
 Thy flanders I forgive, and therewithall * 
 Remitthy other forfeits : take him to prifon, 
 And {ee our pleafire herein executed. 
 
 Luc. Marrying a punke my lord, is preffing to death, 
 Whipping and hanging. ee 
 
 Duk, Slandering a Prince deterves it. 
 She C/andéo that you wrong’d, looke you reftore. 
 Toy to you Mariana, love her eAngele : 
 I haveconfes’d her, and I know her vertue. 
 Thankes good friend, E/éalus, for thy much goodneffe, 
 
 The Scene Vienna, 
 
 Names of all the eA tors. 
 
 Viscentio: the Duke. 
 Angelo, the Deputy. 
 E(calus, ax ancient lord. 
 Claudio, 4 yong Gentleman. 
 Lucio, 4 fanteftique. 
 
 2. Other like Gentlemen. 
 Prove ft. 
 
 eMeafare for M eafure. 
 
 There's more behind that is more gratulate, 
 Thankes Provoft for thy care, and feerecy, 
 We fhall imploy thee ina worthier place. 
 Forgive him e4ngela, that brought you home 
 The head of Ragoxine for (lanaio’s, 
 
 Th’offence pardons itfelfe. Deere //abel, 
 
 I have amotion much imports your good, 
 Whereto if you'll a willing eare incline ; 
 
 What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. 
 So bring us to our Pallace, where wee’il fhow’ 
 
 What’s yet behind, thats meete youall fhould know, | 
 
 Thomas. t 2 Friers. 
 Peter. 
 
 Elbow, 4 fimple Conftable, 
 Froth, a fools[h Gentleman, 
 Cloyne,” 
 
 Abbor/on,an Executioner, 
 Barnardine,a diffelate prifomer. 
 Lfabella, fifter te Clanaso. 
 Mariana, betrothed to Angele. 
 ulict, beloved of Clandie, 
 Prancif{ca, a Nun. 
 
 Mifiris Over-don, « Bard: 
 
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 Enter the Duke of Ephifus, with the Merchant of Syracu/a, 
 Llaylor, and other attendants. 
 
 ‘ Merchant. mH as ; 
 PORES Roceed Salinus to procure my fall; °° 
 iB And by theddome of death end'woesand all 
 Py wee Duke, Merchatitof Sirach/a,plead no more. 
 EES | ani not partiall to infringeé-eur Lawes ; 
 The enmitie and difcord which of late 
 Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke, 
 To merchants our well-dealing Countrimen, 
 Who wanting gildérs to redeeme thei lives, 
 Have feal’d his rigorous ftatutes with theii blonds, ' 
 Excludes all pitty from out threatening lookes : 
 _ For‘fincethe mortall and inteftine iarres 
 Twixt thy-{editious Countrimen and ns; 
 It hath in folemne Synodes beene decreed, 
 | Both by the Siracufans and our felves, 
 T’admit no traticke to ouradverfe townes : 
 Nay more, if any borne at’ Ephe sb: 
 
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 Be feene-at any Siracufian sua? Faires : 
 Againe, ifany Stracufan borne &3 
 Come to the Bay-of Ephefar, he dies : 
 His goods cenfiicate to the Dukes difpofe, 
 Voleffe a thoufand markes be levied 
 To quit the penalty, and ranfome him ¢°° 
 Thy fabftance; Valued at the higheft rate, 
 Cannot amount unto a hundred Markes, 
 Therefore by Law thou ait: coéndemi’d to die: 
 Mer. ¥ et this my comfort, when your wordsare 
 My woes end likewife with the evening Sanne. 
 Duk. Well Siracufian ; fay in’briefe the caufe 
 Why thou departedft from thy natiue home ? 
 And for what caufe thon cam'tt to phefusPon 9 
 Mer. A heavier taske could nov have beene impos'd, 
 Then I to fpeake my griefe infpeakeabless *: J 
 Yet that the world may witneffe, that my end 
 Was wrought by natyre, not by vile offence,’ 
 Ileutter what my forrow gives me leaves 
 In Syracufa was I borne, aud wedde 
 Vnto a woman, happy but for me; 
 And by me too,had not our hap beene’bad: 
 With her | liv’d in joy, our wealth increak 
 By profperous voyages often:made 
 To Epidamum, till my factors death: » + 
 And he great ftore of goods at randoneleaving, 
 Drew me from kinde embracemients of my {poufe ; 
 From whom my abfence was not fixe moneths olde; ! 
 
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 Beforcher felfe (almoft at fainting under 
 
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 The pleafing punifhment that women beare ) 
 
 Had made provifion for her following me, 
 
 And foone, and fafe arrived where I was + 
 
 There had the not beene long , but fhe became 
 
 a Joyfull mother of twogoodly fonnes : 
 
 ‘And, which was itrange, the one fo like the other, 
 As could not be diftinguith’d but by names. 
 
 That very howre;and inthe feltefame Inne, 
 
 A poore meane womamwas delivered 
 
 Of fucha burthen;Maletwins both. alike : 
 
 Thofe, for their parents’ wereexceéding poore, 
 
 I bought,and' brought np:to attend my {onnes. 
 
 My wife, not meanely'proud of twotuch boyes, 
 Made daily motions tor our home returme:: 
 Vnwilling I agreed, alas, too toons wecameaboord:,. -/ 
 A league from, €psdamisins had we fayld 
 
 Before thtalwaies winde-abeying, deepe 
 
 Gave any tragioke Inflanice ef our-harme ; 
 
 But longer did we torretaine much hope ; 
 
 For whax gbfcuredlightthe heavens.did grant, 
 
 Did but convapuntoonrtearefull mindes 
 
 A doubtful warrant of immediate death; £09 | 
 Which théagh my-felte avould gladly-have imbrac’d, 
 Yet the inceflant weeping 'of ny: wife, 
 
 Weeping before for whatthe {aw muft,come, 
 And pitteons playnings of the pretyibabes 
 
 That mourn’ d for fafhion; ignorant what to feare, 
 Forft meta feeke delayes-tor'them andme, 
 
 And this it was :(forother,meanes was none) 
 The Sailors,fought fer fatety-by.our_boate, 
 
 And left the fhip then finking-ripe to us. 
 
 My wife, mbrecarefull. for the latter-borne, ni 
 Had faftened himunto a fmall {pare Matt, 
 
 } Such as fea-faring men provide for {tormes : 
 
 To him one of the other twins was bound, 
 Whil ft I had beenelike heedfull of the. other. 
 The children thus difpo’dsmy wifeand J, 
 Fixing our eyeSon whefn onr care was) fixt, 
 Faftned our felves.at eythes end.the matt,’ 
 And floating ftraightyabedient to the ftreame, 
 Was carried:towards Corinth, as we thought. 
 At length the Sunne gazing upon thecarth, 
 Difperft thofe vapours that offended.us, :-;; + 
 And by the benefit of his with'd light. | 
 The feas waxecalme,andwe-difcoveued me: an 
 Two fhippes ftom farre;making amaine to us ; 
 Of Corinth that, of€pidanrus this ; 
 Butere théy.came,oh let me fay nO MOres~) ~.. 
 Gatherthe fequell by that went before, 7 
 * Duke. Nay forward old man, doe not.breake off fo, 
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The (omedy of. Errors. 
 
 For we may pitty, though not pardon thee- 
 Merch. Oh had the gods done {o, L had not now 
 Worthily ecarm’d them mercileffe to us : 
 For ere the fhips could meet by twice five leagues, 
 We were encountred by a mighty rocke, 
 Which being violently borne uP upon, 
 Our helpefull thip was {plitted in the midit 5 
 So that in this unjuft divorce of us, 
 Fortune had leftto both of us alike, . 
 What to delight in, what to forrow for, 
 Her part, poore foule, feeming as burdened, 
 With leffer waight ,but not with lefler woe, 
 Was carried with more {peed before the winde, 
 And in our fight they three were taken up, 
 By Fithermen of Corinth, as we thought. 
 At length another fhip had feiz'd on us, 
 And knowing whom it was their hap to fave, 
 Gave helpefull welcome to their fhip-wrackt guelts; 
 And would have reft the Fifhers oftheir preys 
 Had not their barke beene very flow of faile 5. 
 And therefore homeward did they bend their. courfes 
 Thus have you heard me fever'd from my biifle, 
 That by misfortunes was my life prolong’, « 5. 
 To tell fad ftories of my owne mifhapse) 6 (oy ta 
 Duke. And for the fakes of them:thou forrowelt for, 
 Doe me the favourty: dilate atfulls ids 
 What hath befalne‘of them and thee till nows « 
 Merel:: My yongett boy, aud yet my eldefticare, 
 Ateighteene yearesibecame inquifitive 
 After his brother ;-andimportun’dane. som 
 That hisvattendant, (for his cafe.waslikey sl a0{Pyo) 
 Reft of his brother but-retain dshisiname,):o"1 owgs' | 
 Might beare him compatty im the queftof hinte!s 2-104 
 Whom whil't Maboured of atovato feesoriivn, 20 
 I hazarded the loffe of whom Dov'd. 0/5 aya) 
 Five Sommers have {pent in fartheh Greerey 1... 
 Roming cleane'through thebounds of Afa, 
 And coafting homeward ,came'to Ephefiaes; |: 
 Hopeleffe to finde, ‘yet loath to leave unfough t 
 Or that, or any place that harboursmen::. |: or! 
 But heere mufPend the ftory of my life, 02>: 
 And bappy were Lin-my timacly death, nig | 
 Could all my travells warrant me they lives con) | 
 Deak. Haplfle Egeomwhomrthe fates hav/omarkt «i 
 To beare, th’ extremitic of dire inifhap: cay) eid) | 
 Now truft me; were it not againftiour Lawe.s,:01) 
 Againtt my Crowne, my oath, my dignity}! ox: 
 | WhichPrinces:would;they may nordifanully> 
 My foule fhouid fue as advocate for thee: !on: 
 But though thom art adjudged:toithe deathy |» 
 And paffed fentence may norbe recal’d. . o o50 = 
 But to our honours great difparagemens! fe 
 Yet will I favonrthee ‘in what Tecan} ead rablido 4% 
 Therefore Marchant, Te limit thee thisdayy a0 Son 17 
 To fecke thy helpe by beneficial helpepy!?) to | ; 
 
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 Try all the friends thou hafta éphefer, oo? 90. 
 Beg thou, or borrow, to makeup thefumme, 
 And live: if no, then thanarpdoom’d'to dies 
 laylor take him to'thy cuftodie~ stor! 
 
 Laylor. 1 will my Lord. ©: aod aif. 
 
 Merch. Hopelefie and helpeleffe doth Egeon wend, 
 But to procraftinate his liveleleends:0°! 2900 Rxewnt. 
 
 Enter Antipolis, Frotes, a Merchant, and Dromio. 
 
 Mer, Therefore give out you are of Epidansinm, 
 Left that your goods too foone be confifcate : 
 
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 This very day a Syracfat Merchant 
 
 Is apprehended for arrivall here, 
 
 And not being able to buy out his life, 
 
 According tothe ftatute of the towne; 
 
 Diesere the weary Sunue fer in the Welt: © 
 
 There is your monie that I hadto keepe. : ie 
 ‘Ani: Goe beare it tothe Centaure, where we hoft, | - 
 
 And ftay there Dremsio, tell Icome to thee ; if 
 
 Till that Ile view the manners of the rowne, 
 
 Within this houreit willbe dinner time: 
 
 Perufe the traders, gaze upon the buildings, 
 
 And then returne and {leepe within mine Inne, 
 
 For with long travaile Iam ftiffe and wearie. 
 
 Get thee away. 
 
 Dre.Many a nvan'would take you at your word, 
 And goe indeede, having fo good a meanes. Bi 
 Exit Dromie. | 
 
 Ant. A truttie villaine fir, that.very oft, 
 When I am dull with care andmelancholly, 
 Lightens my humor with his merry Jefts : 
 What, will you walke with me about the towne, 
 And then goe tothe Inne and dine. with me?. ye] 
 
 E. Mev. Lamvinvited firto,certaine Merchants; | 
 Of whom I hope to make much benefit: oe 
 I crave your pardon; foone at five aclocke, . | a 
 Pleafe yon, Ile meete with youupon the Mart, || 
 And afterward confort you,till bed time: . ~ 
 My prefent bufineffe cals me from you NOWss.) 4 | 
 
 Ant. Farewell till then «Iwill goe loofe my. life, ye 
 And wander up and downeto view the Citte: i) 
 
 &. Mer. Sir I-commend you to your owne.content. | 
 
 e4nt, Hethareommends metomy ownecontent, | 
 Commends metothe thing)! cannotget s .; F 
 I to the world am like adrop of waters 
 That in the Oceandeekes another. drop, 
 Who falling there to finde. his fellow forth, 
 (Vnfeene, inquifitive ) confounds himfelfe, 
 SoI,to findea Mother anda Brother, 
 Ingueft of him (unhappie.) loofe my felfe. .. 
 
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 Enter Dromio of Ephefis. 
 Here comes thealmanacke.of my true date: ©) j 
 W hat now ? How chance thou art return’d fofoone. 7) 
 E.Dro.Return’d fo foone, rather approacht too lates 
 
 The Capon burnes; the Pig fals from the {pits 
 The clocké, hath frncken twelue upon the bell: 
 My Miltris made ic one upon my cheeke: |... 
 She is fo horbecaufet he meate is.colde ; 
 The meate is cold becaufe:youcomenot home; : Ef 
 You come not home, becaufe you have no ftomacke: +) | 
 You have no ftomacke, having broke your faft: ... | 
 But we that know what ’tisto faft and pray, | 7 
 Are penitent for your defaultto day. . 9) of) 4 Eh 
 
 nt. Stop im your winde firs tell me thisE pray 5/7), 
 Where have you left the mony that I gaveyou? 1 
 
 E. Dro. Ohifixe pence that-I hada wenfday lafty 
 To pay the Sadler for my Miftris crupper s ct 
 The Sadler had itSir,I keptiit not». 
 
 e-4nt. I amvnotin a fportive humor riow 3 
 Tell me, and dally not, where isthemonie? 
 Webeing ftrangers Here} how dar’ft rhou traft. 
 So great a charge from thine owne cultodie. 
 
 E. Dro. I pray youjeftfiras you fit at dinner : 
 
 I from my Miftris came toyou in pot : 
 If I returne I fhall be poftandcede. 
 
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 For the will {coure your, fault upon my pate : 
 Methinkes your maw, like mine, fhouid be youcooke; 
 And {trike you home,without.ameffenger. 
 Ant.Come Dremio,come,thete jefts are out of feafort, 
 Referuethem tilla merrier houre then this ; 
 W here is the gold I gave in charge toythee. ? 
 E.Dro, To me fir? why you gave no goldito me? 
 Ant. Come on fir knave, have done your foolifhnes; 
 And tell me how thou, haft ditpos’d thy. charge. 
 _ &- Dro. My charge was but to fetch-you from the Mart 
 Hometo your houte, (the Phenix fir) to dinner; 
 My Miftrisand her filter ftaies for you, 
 An. Nowas Lama Chriftian antwer me, 
 In. what fafe place you have beltow'd my monie : 
 Or I thall breake that merrie fconee of yours 
 That itands on trickes, when, Lam undifpos'd: 
 Where is the thoufand Markes, thomhad{t of me? 
 E. Dra, I have tome markes of yours upon my pate: 
 Some of my Miftris markes uponmy fhoulders : 
 But not a thoufand markes betweene youboth, 
 ‘If I fhould pay your worthip thofe againe, 
 Perchance you will not-beare them patiently... 
 Ant. Thy Miftris markes?what miftris flave haft thou? 
 &. Dro. Your worfhips wife,my Miftris at the Phansx; 
 She that doth faft tll. you. come home to.dinner : 
 | And prayesthat you will hie you home.to dinhners 
 dat. What wilt thou, flout me thus unto my face: 
 | Being forbid? There take you that fir knave, 
 &, Dro. What meane you fir, for God fake hold-your 
 Nay, and you will not fir, Ie take my heeles. _ (hands: 
 Exit Dromio Ep. 
 Ant. Vpon my life by fome device or other, 
 The villaine is ore-wrought of all my mony. 
 They fay this towne is full of cofenage : 
 As nimble Luglers that. deceive the eye : 
 Darke-working Sorcerers that change the minde : 
 Soule-killing “W itches, that deforme thebody : 
 Difguifed Cheaters, prating Mountebankes; 
 And many fuch like liberties of finne : 
 Ifit prove fo, I will be gone the fooner : 
 Ile to the Centaure to goe feeke this flave, 
 
 Igreatly feare my monie is not fafe. Exit. 
 
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 Enter Adriana, wife to Antipholis Sereptus, with 
 Lucsanaber Sifter. 
 
 Adr. Neither my husband nor theflave return’d, 
 That in fuch hafte Ifent to feeke his Mafter? 
 
 Sure Laciana it is twoaclocke. 
 
 Luc. Perhaps fome Merchans hath invited him, 
 And from the Mart he’s fomewhere gone to dinner : 
 Good Sifter Let us dine,and never fret; 
 
 A man 1s Matter of hislibertie ; 
 Time ts their Mater, and when they fee time, 
 They'll goc or come; if fo, be patient Sifter. 
 Adr, Why thould their libertie then ours be more? 
 
 Luc. Becaufe their bufineffe {tilt lyes out adore. 
 
 e4dr. Looke when IJ ferve him fo,he takesit ill: 
 Lue. Oh, know he is the bridle of your will. 
 e4dr. There's none but affes willbe bridled fo. 
 
 For: Gods fake fend tome other meffenger. 
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 Luc. Why, headftrong liberty.is latht withwoe : 
 There's nothing fituate.under heavens eye, 
 But hath his bound in earth, in fea, in skie, 
 The beats, the fithes, and-the winged fowles 
 Are their males fubjects, and at their controules : 
 Man more divine, the Mafter of-alithefe, ° 
 Lord of the wide world, and wide watry feas, 
 Indued with inteliectuali fenceand foule, 
 Of more.preheminence then fith and:fowle, 
 Are matters to:their, females, and their Lords : 
 Then let your willattend.on their accords. 
 ‘eA drs. Thisfervitude makes you to keepe’ unwed. 
 Lunes. Not this. byt troubles of the marriage beds 
 Adr.But were you wedded,you wold bear fome {way 
 Luc. Ere | learne lovey Tle practife to obey. rot 
 e4dr, How. if your husband ftart{ome orher where? 
 Inc. Till he come home againe; Fwould forbeare. 
 Aar, Patience uamoy'd, no marvel though fhe paufe, | 
 T hey can bemeeke, that haveno other caute: 
 A wretched foule bruis’d with adverftie, 
 We bid be quiet when wehearé.it cries 
 But were we burdned with like waight of paine} 
 As much, of amore, we fhould our felves complaine + 
 So thou'that: hait no unkinde mate to greeve thee, 
 Withurging helpeieffe patience wouldreleeve me ; 
 But if thouwlive to fee like right bereft, 
 This foole-beg’dipatience in thee will be lefts 
 Luci. Well; Ewill marry one day butto trie : 
 Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie, 
 
 Enter Dromio Eph, 
 
 ear. Say, is your tardie mafter now at hand? 
 
 E. Dro.Nay ,hee's at two hands with mee,and that my 
 two eares can Witnefle. 
 
 eAldr. Say, didit thou {peake with him ? know{t thou 
 his minde § 
 
 &+Dro. 1,1,he told his minde upon mine eare, 
 Befhrew his hand, | {car¢e cou!d underftand it. 
 
 Luc. Spake he fo doubtfully, thou couldft not feele 
 his meaning. 
 
 E. Dro. Nay, hee ‘trooke fo plainely, I could too well 
 feele his blowes; and withail fo doubtfilly, that Icould 
 {carce underftand them. 
 
 ears, But {ays I prethee, is he comming home ? 
 
 It feemes he hath great care to pleate his wife. 
 
 E. Dro. Why Miltreffe, fure my Mafter is horne mad. 
 
 Adri, Horne mad,thou villaine 2 
 
 E. Dro. i meane not Cuckeld-niad, 
 
 But fure he is ftarke mad: 
 
 When I defix’d him to come home to dinner; 
 Heask’d me fora 100@. markes in gold: 
 
 Tis dinner time queth I : my gold, quoth he : 
 
 Your meat dothburne, quothd ; my gold quoth he : 
 Will you come, quoth I ;my gold quoth he; 
 Whereis the thoufand markes I gave thee yillaine? 
 The Pigge quoth I, is burn’d : my gold quoth he : 
 My miftrefle, fir,quoth I : hangup thy miftreffe : 
 
 I know not thy miftrefle, out on my miftreffe. 
 
 Lae. Quoth who? 
 
 E.Dr. Quoth my Malter, I know quoth he, no houfe 
 no wife, no miftreffle: {0 chat my arrant due unto my 
 tongue, I thanke him, I bare home upon thy thoulders: 
 for inconclufioe, he did beate me there; 
 
 Adr. Go backe againe thou flave,& fetch him home. 
 
 Dro. Goebacke againe, and be hew beaten home ? 
 
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 Adri. Backe flave, ot I will breakethy pate acroffe. 
 Dro. And he will bleffe that croffé with other beating: 
 Betweene you, I fhall have a holy head. 
 Adri. Hence prating pefant, fetch thy matter home: 
 Dre. Am Iforound with you, as you with me, 
 That like a foot-ball you doe {purne me thus: - 
 
 You {purne mehence,and he will fpurne me hither, 
 If I lait in this fervice,you muft cafe me in leather-Exi#. 
 Luci. Fie how impatience lowreth in your,face: 
 Adri. His company muft do his minions grace, 
 
 Whil’ft ar home ftarve for a merrielooke : 
 Hath homely age th’alluring beauty tooke 
 Frony my poore cheeke? then he hath watted it. 
 Are my ditcourfes dull? Barren my wit, 
 If volubleaud fharpe difcourfe be mar’d, 
 Vukindneffe blots ic more then marble hard. 
 Doe their gay veftments his affections baite ? 
 That’s:not my fault, he’s mafter of my ftate. 
 What ruins are in me that can be found, 
 By him not ruin’d? Then is he the ground 
 Of my defeatures. My decayed faire, 
 A fannie looke of his, would foone repaire. 
 But, (too unruly Deere,) he breakes the pale, 
 And feedes from home ; poore J am but his ftale. 
 . Lwciv Selfe-harming !ealoufie ; fie beat it hence. 
 Ad. Vufeeling fools can with fuch wrongs difpence: 
 I know his eye doth homage other-where, 
 Or elfe; what lets it but he would be here 2 
 Sifter, youknow he promis’d mea chaine, 
 Would that alone, alone he would detaine, 
 So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed : 
 Ifee the Iewell beft enamaled 
 Will lofe his beautie syet the gold bides ftill 
 That others touch, and often touching will: 
 Sirice that my beautie cannot pleafe his eie, 
 Ile weepe (what’s left ) away and weeping die. 
 Luc. How manic fond fooles ferve mad Iealoufte ? 
 ; Exeunt. 
 Enter eAntipolis Erotes. 
 
 eat. The gold I gave to Dromivis laid up 
 Safe at the Centaur, and the heedfull flave 
 Is wandred forth in care to feeke me out 
 By computation and mine hofts report. 
 I could not {peake with Dromuo, fince at firft 
 I fent him from the Mart:{fee here he comes. 
 
 Enter Dromio Siracufan. 
 How now fir, is your merrie humor alter’d 2 
 As you love ftrokes, fo jeft with me againe: 
 You know no Centanr? you receiv’d no gold? 
 Your miftris {ent to have mc home todinner? 
 My houfe was at the Phenix? Watt thou mad, 
 That thus fo madlie thou didft anfwere me ? 
 S.« Dro. What anfwer fir ?when {pake I fuch a word? 
 E. Ant.Even now,even here,not halfe an houre fince, 
 S. Dre. 1 did not fee you fince you fent me hence 
 Home to the Censtaxr with the gold you gaveme? 
 Ant. Villaine, thou didft denie the golds receit; 
 And toldit me of a Miftris, and a dinner. 5 
 For which I hope thou felt{t I was difpleas’d. 
 S. Dro. Yam glad to fee you in this merrie veine, 
 What meanes this jeft, I pray you Mafter tell me? 
 __ dnt. Yea, do’ft thou jeere and flowt me in the teeth? 
 Thinkit }I jeft?hold,take thou that,and that. Pests Dro. 
 S. Dr. Hold fir,for Gods fake,now your jeft is earneft, 
 
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 Vpon what bargairie doe you give it me oS th 
 Antiph. Becaule that 1 familias lic fometimes a if 
 Doe ufe you for my foole, and chat with you, ai 
 Your fawcineffle will jel npou my love, ; He 
 And make a Common of my ferious houres. } 
 When the Sunne fhines, let foolith gnats make fport, |) 
 But creepe in crannies, when he hides hisbeamess | 
 If you will jett with me, know my afpect, 
 And fafhion your demeanor to my lookes, 
 OrT will beat this method in your {conce. + 
 S. Dro. Scocne call you it? fo you would leave bates’ 
 ring,] had rather have it a head, and you ufe thefe blows 
 long , I muft geta fconce for my head, and Infconceit | 
 too,or elfe I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders,butI pray 
 fir, why am I beaten ? i 
 ent. Doft thou not know? . 
 5.Dro. Nothing fir,but that I am beaten. 
 ent. Shall I tell you why? s 
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 S. Dro. I fir, and wherefore; for they fay , every why 
 hath a wherefore. { 
 Ant. Why firft for flouting me, and then wherefore, | 
 for urging it the fecond time to me. : a 
 $. Dre. Was there ever any man thus beaten ont of | — 
 feafon , when in the why and the wherefore, is neither} — 
 rime nor reafon. Well fir, I thanke you. 7 
 Ant. Thanke me fir, for what ? oS 
 S. Dro, Marry fir,for this fomething that you gaveme | 
 for nothing. oh 
 Ant. lle make you amends next, to give you nothing | 2 
 for fomething. But fay fir, is it dinner time? = 
 S. Dre. No fir,I thinke the meat wantsthat I have. 
 Ant, In good time fir, what’s that ? 
 5. Dro. Batting. + ae 
 Ant. Well fir,then’twillbedrie. 7 
 S. Dro. If it be fir, I pray you eate not of it. 
 Ant. Your reafon? ie 2 
 5. Dro.Left it make you chollericke,and purchafe me | 
 another drie bafting. ba 3 
 Ant. Well fir, learneto je in good time, there’sa| 
 time for all things. ta 
 5.Dro, I durft have denied that before you werefo | 
 chollericke. He 
 Ati. By what rule fir? by 
 S. Dro.Marry fir,by a rule as plaine as the plaine bald | 
 pate of Father time himfelfe. ‘ 
 Ant. Let’s heare it. me 
 5.Dre. There's no time fora man to recover his haire| 
 that growes bald by nature. by 
 Ant. May he not doe it by fine and recoverie? i 
 5. Dro. Yes, topay a fine for a perewig , and recover | 
 the loft haire of another man. re 
 _ Ant. Why,is Time fuch a niggard of haire, being (as | 
 it is) fo plentiful an excrement 2 + 
 S.Dro. Becaufe it is a bleffing that hee beftoweson 
 beafts, and what he hath fcanted them in haire, he hath | _ 
 giventhem in wit. i 
 Ant; Why , butthere’s many a man hath more haire 
 then wit. Z 
 
 _ 5. Dro. Not a manof thofe but he hath the wit tolofe i 
 his haire. F 
 Ant.W hy thou didft conclude hairie men plainedea | 
 lers without wit. ‘ | 
 S.Dro. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft;yet he loo-} _ 
 {eth it in a kinde of jolitie. a 
 An. For what reafon? ¢ 
 S.Dre. For two,and found ones too. 
 
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 An. Nay not found ones I pray you. 
 §. Dro. Sure ones then. 
 An. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing. 
 S. Dro. Certaine ones then. 
 An, Name them. : 
 5, Dro. The one to favethe mony that he {pends in 
 trying : the other, that at dinner they fhould not drop in 
 his porrage. ; 
 edz. You would all this time have prov'd,there is no 
 time for all things. 
 S. Dro. Marry and did fir : namely, no time to reco- 
 ver haire loft by Nature. 
 e4n. But your reafon was not fubftantiall, why there 
 isno time to recover. 
 §. Pro, Thus Imend it ; Time himfelfe is bald , and 
 therefore to the worlds end, will have bald followers. 
 An. I knew’twould bee a bald conclufion ; but foft, 
 who wafts us yonder? 
 
 Exter Adriana and Luciana. 
 
 Aan. 1,1, ef ntiphols, looke {trange and frowne, 
 Some other Miftrefle hath fome {weet afpetts « 
 Tam not e4driana, nor thy wife. 
 The time was once, When thou un-urg’d would vow, 
 That never words were muficke to thine eare, 
 That never object pleafing in thine eye, 
 That never touch well welcome to thy hand ; 
 That never meat {weet-favour'd in thy tafte; 
 Vniefle I {pake, or look’d, or touch’d or cary’d to,thee. 
 How comes it now, (my Husband) oh how coines it; 
 That thon are then eftranged from thy felfe? 
 Thy {eife I call it, being itrange to me: 
 That undividable Incorporate 
 Am better than thy deere felfes better part. 
 Ah doe not teare away thy felfe from me; 
 For know my love: ‘as afie maift thou fall 
 A drop of water in the breaking gulfe, 
 And take uhmineled thetice that drop againe 
 Without addition or diminifhing, 
 As take from me thy felfe,and not me too. 
 How dearely would it touch thee to the quicke, 
 Shouldit thou heare f Werelicencious ? 
 And that this body confecrate to thee, 
 By Ruitian Luft fhould be contaminate > 
 Wouldit thou not {pit ar me, and {purne at me, 
 And hurle the name of husband in my face, 
 ) And teare the ftain’d skin of iny Harlot brow, 
 And from my falfe hand cut the wedding ring, 
 ‘And breake it witha deepe- divorcing vow ? 
 I know thou canft, and therefore fee thon do it. 
 I am poffeft with an adulterate blot, 
 My blond is mingled with the crime of Juft : 
 For if we twobe one, and thou play falfe, 
 Idoe digeft the poyton of my fleth, 
 Being {trumpeted by thy contagion: 
 Keepe then faire league and truce with thy true bed, 
 Ilive diftain’d, thou undifhonoured. 
 eAntip. Plead you to me faire dame?T know you not: 
 In Ephefes Lam but two houres old, 
 As ftrange unto your towne, as to your talke, 
 Who every word by all my wit being fcan’d, 
 Wants wit in all, one word to under{tand. 
 Luci. Fie brother,how the world is chang’d with you: 
 When were you wont to ufe my fifter thus? 
 She fent for you by Droméo home to dinner, 
 
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 Ant. By Dromio? Drom. By me, 
 e-tdr. By thee, and thus thou didit returne from him. 
 That he did buffet thee, and in hisblowes, 
 Denied my houfe for his,me for his wife. 
 ent. Did you converfie fir with this gentlewoman: 
 What is the courfe and drift of your compact ? 
 S, Dro. I fir? Inever faw her till this time. 
 ent. Villaine thou lieft, for even her very words, 
 Didft thou deliver to meon the Mart. 
 S. Dro. T never {pake with her inall my life. 
 e-dnt. How can fhe chusthen call usby our names? 
 Vnlefle it be by infpiration. 
 4dr. How illagrees it with you gravitie, 
 To counterfeit thus grofely with your flave, 
 Abetting him to thwart me in my moode ; 
 Be it my wrong, youare from me exempt, 
 But wrong not that wrong witha more contempt. 
 Come I will faften on this fleeve of thine : 
 Thou art an Elme my husband, I a Vine : 
 Whofe weakneffe married to thy ftranger ftate; 
 Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate 
 If ought poffeffe thee from me, it is droffe, 
 Viurping Ivie, Brier, or idle Moffe, 
 Whoall for want of pruning, with intrufion, 
 Infect thy fap, and live on thy confufion, 
 ent. Tome fhe fpeakes, fhee moves meée for her 
 theame ; 
 What, was Imarried to her inmy dreame? 
 Or fleepe I now, and thinke I heare all this? 
 What error drives our eyes and eares amifle ? 
 Votill !' know this fure uncertaintie, 
 Ile enteftaine the fee’ d fallacie, 
 Lue.’ Dromso, Zoe bid the fervants {pred for dinner. 
 5. Dro. Oh for my beads, I croffe me fora finner: 
 This is the fairie land, oh {pite of {pights, 
 We falke with Goblins ,Owles and Elves Sprights; 
 If we obay them not, this willinfue : 
 They’ | fucke our breath,or pinch ws blacke and blew. 
 Lue. Why prat’{t thon 6 thy felfe, 
 Dromio,thou Dromio, fuaile, thou flug, thou ft. 
 S.Dro. Tain transformed Mafter, am I not ? 
 Anat. Ithinkethowart in minde, and fo am Ie 
 5. Dro. Nay Matter,both in minde, and in ty fhape 
 tnt. Thou haft thine owne forme. 
 S. Dro. No, lam.an Ape, 
 Lue. If thouart chang’d'to ousht; ’tisto an Affe. 
 S. Dro. 'Tistrue fheridés me,and I long for graffe. 
 "Tis fo,1 am an Affe, elfe it could never be, 
 But I {fhould know her as well as the knowes tiie. 
 eA ar. Come, come, nolonger will I bea foole, 
 To put the finger inthy eyeand weepe ;’ a 
 Whil'ft man and mafter laughes my woes to fcorne : 
 Come fir to dinner, Dromio keepe the gate + 
 Husband Ile dine above with you to day ye 
 And fhrive you of a thoufand idle pa ? 
 Sirra, ifany aske you foryour Matter, se 
 Say he dines forth, and ler no creatiare enter : 
 Come fifter, Dromio play the Porter well? © 
 Ant. Am Vin earth;.1n heaven; or in hell 2 
 Sleeping or waking, mad or well advifde’: 
 Knowne untothefe, and to my felfedifeuifde? 
 | Ile fay as they fay, and.perfeverfo:.. 9 8S 
 And inthis muft at all adventures go!‘ » pcan 
 S. Dro. Matter, thall 1 be Porter at the'gate 3" 
 Adr, I, ahd let none enter, leaft’ Tbyeake your pate. 
 Luci. Come, comet, Aatipholis, we dine too lates © 
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 Enter eAntipholis of Ephefus , bis man Dromio, Augelo the | 
 Goldfmith, and Balthazar the (Merchanr 
 
 F.e4nt. Good fignior Angele you mutt excufe usall, 
 My wifeis fhrewifh when I keepe not howres; 
 Say that Ilingerd with you at your fhop 
 To fee the making of her Carkanet, 
 And that to morrow you will bring it home: 
 But here’s'a villaine that would face me downe 
 He met me onthe Mart and that J beat him, 
 Andcharg’d him with a thoufand markes‘in gold, 
 And that I did denie my wife and houfe ; 
 Thou drunkard thou, what didft thou meane by this? 
 
 E. Dro.Say what you will fir,but I know what 1 know, 
 That you beat me atthe Mart i have your hand to fhow; 
 If che skin were parchmét,&f blows you gave were ink, 
 Your hand-writing would tell you what I thinke. 
 
 E. e4ut. Uthinkethonart an affes 
 E. Dro. Marry {oit dothappeare 
 By the wrongs I {uffer, and the blowes I beare : 
 I Should kicke being kickt, and being at that paffe, 
 You would keepe from my heeles,and beware of an affe. 
 
 Euv4n.Vare fad fignior Balthazar,pray God our cheer 
 May anfwer my good will, and your good weicom here. 
 
 Bai. hold your dainties cheap fir,& your welcom deer. 
 
 E. e4ut.Oh fignior Balthazar, cither at fiefh or filh. 
 
 A table full of welcome, makes {carce one daintie, difh: 
 
 Bal. Good meat firis comon that every churle affords. | 
 Ant. And welcome more common, for that’s nerhing 
 
 but words. 
 Bal. Small cheere and great. welcome, miakes a mer- 
 
 “rie feaft. ; 
 
 Ant. I,to aniggatdly Hoft, and more {paring gueft: 
 
 | But thongh my cates be meane, take them in good part, 
 
 Better cheere may you have, but not with better hart. 
 But foft, my doore islockt ; goe bid them let usin. 
 E.Dros Maid, briget, Martan,Cifty, Gillian, Gien. 
 3.Dro. Mome, Malt-horfe, Capon, Coxeombe, Idi- 
 ot, Patch, Bone 
 Either get thee from the dore;or fit downe at the hatch: 
 Doitthouconjure for wenches,thaty calft for fuch ttore 
 When one is onetoo many, goe getthe from the doore. 
 E. Dro. What patch is made our porter ? my Mafter 
 ftayesin the firect. ; 
 S. Dre. Let him walke from wherice he cameyleft he 
 tatch cold ons ferts ccc cree cece Gd ala ¢ 
 &. e4nt. Who talks within there? hoa,open the dare, 
 S. Dro, Right. fir, Ie tell you,.when ,.and you'll elk 
 me wheel Otte arose scnarerretin <ovh otk bes 
 ee Wherefore? for oy dinnér.s have notdin’d to 
 ay. {qe 
 S. Dro. Nor to day hergyou mult not come againe 
 when you Mays. Gai cin aueaget? seh - 
 Ant, What art thou, that keep’it mee out, fromthe 
 houfe lowe 2?:.: ba, eee 
 5. Dro. The Porter for thistime Sir, and my hame is 
 ooh a RI See tn 
 E. Dro. O villaine, thou haft ftolne both mine oitice | 
 
 and my name, 
 
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 Thou wouldit have chang’d thy face foraname ,0r thy | ; 
 
 Shall I fet in my ftaffe. 
 
 Your cake here is wariie within :you ftand heeré inthe | ‘i 
 
 It would make a man as mad as a Bucke to be fo bonght 
 
 I and breake it in your face, fo he breake it not behind 
 
 name for an afle. 
 Enter Luce. 
 Lue. Whata coileis there Dromio? who arethofe 
 at the gate ? 
 E. Dre. Let my mafter in Lace. 
 ine. Faith no, hee comes too late, and fo tell your 
 
 Matter. ! . 
 &, Dro. O Lord I mutt laugh, have at you with a Pros} 
 
 Lwc. Have at you with another, that’s when? can you” i 
 rell rs a 
 S. Dro. Ifthy name be called Luce,Lwcethou halt ans , 
 {werd him well. 5 
 e4er. Docyouhearé youminion , you'll let usin] 
 hope ? 
 Luce. thought to have askt yous 
 §. Dro. And you faid no. Ay 
 £. Dro. So come helpe, well ftrooke, there was blow} — 
 for blow. ” oe 
 Ant, Thou baggagelet me in. 
 Lice. Can you tell for whofe fake ? 
 E.Drom. Matter, knockethe doore hard. 
 Lue. Let him knocke till itake, 
 Ant. You'll crie for this minion , ‘if I beate the door 
 downe. i 
 Lac. What neéds all that, and a paire of ftocks inthe} 
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 Adr, Who is that at the doore ¥ keepes all this noife? | 
 §. Dro. By my troth your towne is troubled with un | 
 ruly boyes- 1 
 Ami. Are you there Wife? you might have come |) 
 before. ey 
 e4dr. Your wife fir knave? go get you from the dor fl . 
 E. Dro. If you went in paine Mafter,this knave wold } 
 goe fore. ak rie 
 engelo. Heeré is neither cheere fir ner weleome,we 
 would fainte have either, a 
 Baltz, In debating which was beft , wee fhall part 
 _ Withneither. 
 & Dro. They ftand at the doore , Maiter, bidthem 
 welcome hither. 
 ent, There is fomething in the winde, that we can- 
 not get in. j 
 &. Dro. You would fay fo Mafter , if yourgarments | 
 were thin. coe 
 
 cold: 
 and fold. A. 
 An. Go fetch me fomething,Ile breake ope the gate 
 S: Dro. Breake any breaking here, and Ile sane your 
 knaves pate. , 
 €. Dro. A man thay breake a word with yoii fir, an 
 rwordsare but winde : 4 
 
 5. 5 Si : f feemes thou want ft breaking,out upon thee 
 
 é ‘Droscer' too much, out upon thee,I pray thee let i 
 
 Ss Dro. when fowles have is feathers and fifh have. ‘3 
 
 Ant. Well, Ile breake in:goe borrow me a crows : 
 
 E, Dro.Acrow without feather,Mafter meane you £05 } 
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 Fora fith withouta fin,ther’sa fowle without a feather, 
 
 If a crow help us in firra,wee'll pluckea crow together. 
 ent. Go, get thee gon, fetch me an iron Crow. 
 Batth. Have patience fir, oh let it not be fo, 
 
 Heerein you warre again{t your reputation, 
 
 And draw within the compafie of tufpect 
 
 Th’ unviolated honour of your wife. 
 
 Once this your long experience of your wifedome, 
 
 Her fober vertne, yeares and modettie, 
 
 Plead on your part fome caufe to you unknowne; 
 
 Anddoubt not fir, but fhe will well excufe 
 
 ' Why at this time the dores are made again{t yous 
 
 Berul’d by me, depart in patience, 
 
 And let us to the Tyger all to dinner, 
 
 And about evening come your felfe alone, 
 
 To know the reafon of this ttrange reftraint z 
 
 If by ftrong hand you offer to breake in 
 
 Now in the ftirring paflage of the day, 
 
 A vulgar comment wil be made of 1r ; 
 
 And that fuppofed by the common rowt 
 
 Againft your yet ungalled eftimation, 
 
 That may with foule intrufion enter in, 
 
 And dwell upon your grave when you are dead ; 
 
 For flander lives upon tucceffion ; 
 
 For ever hows’d, where it once gets poffeffion. 
 
 Ant. You have prevail’d, 1 will depart in quiet, 
 
 And in defpight of mirth meane to be merrie : 
 
 I know a'wench of excellent difcourfe, 
 
 Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle; 
 
 There will we dine : this woman that I meane 
 
 My wife (but! proteft without deferr) 
 
 Hath oftentimes upbraided me withall : 
 
 Toker will we to dinner, get you hame 
 
 And fetch the chaine, by this 1 know ’tis made, 
 
 Bring itl pray you tothe Porpentine , 
 
 For there’s the houfe ; That chaine I will beftow 
 
 (Be it for nothing but to fpight my wife) 
 
 Vpon my hoftefle there, good fir make hafte : 
 
 Since mine owne dooresrefufe to entertaine me, 
 
 Ile knocke elfe-where, to fee if they’ I difdaine me. 
 Ang, lle meet you at that place fome houre fir hence. 
 Ant. Do fo, this jett fhall coft me fome expence. 
 
 Lxeunt. 
 Enter Luciana, with Antipholis of Siracu[a. 
 Iulia, And may it bethat you have quite forgot 
 
 A- husbands orlice? fhall 4ntsphotis 
 
 Even inthe {pring of Love, thy Love-{prings rot ? 
 
 Shall love in buildings grow fo ruinate ? 
 
 It you did wed my fifter for her wealth, 
 
 Then for her wealths-fake fe her with more kindneffe: 
 
 Or if you like elfe-where,doe it by ftealth, 
 
 Muffle your falfe love with fome thew of blindneffe: 
 
 Let not my fifter reade it in your eye : 
 
 Be not thy tongue thy owne fhames Orator : 
 
 Looke {weet, {peake faire, become difloyaltie ¢ 
 
 Appareli vice like vertues harbenger : 
 
 Bearea faire pre(ence, though your heart be tainted, 
 
 Teach finne the carriage of a holy Saint, 
 
 Be fecret falfe : what néed fhe be acquainted ? 
 
 What fimple thiefe brags of his owne'attaine * 
 
 ‘Tis double wrong to truant with your bed, 
 
 And let herreade it in thy lookes at boord: | 
 
 Shame hath a baftard fame, well mannaged, | 
 
 Ill deeds are doubled with an evill word: 
 Alas poore women, make us not beleeve 
 (Being-compatt of credit) that you love us, 
 
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 Though others have the arme, fhew us the fleeve : 
 We in your motion turne, and you may move uss 
 Then gentle brother get you in againe ; 
 Comfort my fifter, cheere her,call her wife; 
 ’Tis holy {port to be a little vaine, 
 When the tweet breath of flatterie conquers f{trife. 
 S. Ant: Sweet Miltris: what your name is elfeI 
 know not; 
 Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine: 
 Leffe in your knowledge, and your grace you fhow not, 
 Then our earths wonder, more then earth divine. 
 Teach me deere creature how to thinke and {peake : 
 Lay open to my earthy groffe conceit : 
 Smothredin errors, feeble, fhaddow, weake, 
 The fouided meaning of your words deccit ; 
 Againft my foules pure truth, why labour you, 
 To make it wander an unknowne field? 
 Are youa god? would you create me new ? 
 Transforme me then, and toyour powre Ile yeeld, 
 But if that Iam I, chen well Fknow, 
 Your weeping filter is no wife of mine, 
 Nor to her bed a homage doe I owe: 
 Farre'more, farre more, toyou doe I decline : 
 Oh traine me not {weet Mermaide with thy note 
 To drowne me in thy fifters floud of teares : 
 Sing Siren for thy felfe, andI will dote: 
 Spted ore the filver waves thy golden haires ; 
 And as a bed Ie take thee, and there lie : 
 And in that glorious fuppofition thinke, 
 He gaines by death, that hath fueh meanes to die : 
 Let Love, being light, be drowned if the finke. 
 Luc. What are you mad, that you doreaion fo? 
 Anti Not mad; but mated, how I do not know. 
 Luc. It is.a fault that {pringeth from your eie. 
 Ant. For gazing on your beames, faire {un being by. 
 LIne. Gaze when you fhould, and that will cleere your 
 fight. 
 Aat. As good to winke {weet love,as looke on night. 
 Luc. Why call you me love? call my filter fo. 
 Ant. Thy fitters filter. 
 Luc, That’s my fitter. 
 Dut. Nov it is thy felfe, mine ownie felfes better parts 
 Mine cies cleeré eie; my deere hearts dearer heart, 
 My foode, my fortune, and my {weet hopes aime; 
 My fole earths heaven, and my heavens claime. 
 Lwc. Allthis my filter is, or elfe fhould be. 
 Ant. Call thy delfe filter {weet, for Lang thee : 
 Thee will I love, and with thee leade my life ; 
 Thou haft no husband yet,nor I no wife ; 
 Give me thy hand. 
 Lue. Oh fott-fir, hold. you ftill : 
 Ie fetch my fifter to get her good will. 
 Enter Dromio, Siracufia, 
 Ant. Why how now Dromio, whererun’fttheufo 
 faft? 
 S.Dro.Doe you know mefir? Am I Dromio? AmI 
 your man? Am I my felfe ? 
 Aut, Thou art Dromio, thou art my man,thouart 
 thy felfe. 
 Dro. I am an affe, I ama womans man, and befides 
 my felfe. 
 ent. What womans man ? and how befides thy 
 felfe? 
 Dro. Marrie fir,befides my felfe;lam due toa woman: 
 
 One that claimes me, one that haunts me, one that will 
 have me- 
 
 Ant. What 
 
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 Ant. What claime laies fhe to thee ? 
 
 Dro. Marty fir,fuch claime as you would lay to your 
 horfe, and fhe would have me as a beaft ; not that I be- 
 ing a beaft fhe would have me, but that fhe being a ve- 
 ric beaftiy creature layes claime tome. 
 
 Ant. W hat is fhe? 
 
 Dro, Avery reverent body : Ifuchaone , as a man 
 may not ipeake of, without he fay fir reverence : I have 
 but leane lackein the match, and yet is fhe a wondrous 
 fat marriage. 
 
 Anti. How doft thou meane a fat marriage ? 
 
 Dro. Marry fir,fhe’s the Kitchin wench,and all greafe, 
 and I know not. whatufe:to put her too, but to makea 
 Lampe of her, andrunfrom® her by her owne light. I 
 warrant, her raggesand the Tallow in them, will burne 
 a Poland Winter : If the lives till doomefday, fhe’| burne 
 a weekelonger then the whole-W orld. 
 
 Aut. What complexion is fhe of? 
 
 Dio. Swart like my fhooe, but her face nothing like 
 
 focleane kept : for why? fhe {weates a man may goc o- 
 ver-fhoces inthe grime of it. 
 
 Ant. That’s a fault that water will mend. 
 
 Dro. Nofir ; *tisin graine, ACeabs floed could not 
 
 ‘| doit. 
 
 Aat. What's her name? 
 
 Dre. Nell Sir : but her name is three quarters, that’s 
 an El] and three quarters, will not meafure her from hip 
 to hip. i 
 
 3 Then fhe beares fome bredth? 
 
 Dro. No longer from head to foot, then from hippe 
 tohippe : the is {phericall like a globe : I could find out 
 Countries in her. 
 
 ut: Inwhat part of her body ftands Ireland? 
 
 Dro. Marty fir in her buttockes , 1 found it out by 
 the bogges. : x 
 
 eat, Where Séotland ? 
 
 Dro. I found it by the barrenneffe, hard in the palme 
 of the hand. 
 
 Ant. Where Fravee? 
 
 Dre. In her forehead , arm’d and reverted , making 
 warte againft her haire. 
 
 Ant. Where England? 
 
 Dro, 1 look’d for the chalky Cliffes, but I could find 
 nowhitenefle inthem. But I gueffe, it ftood in her chin 
 by the falt rheume that ranne betweene Franeejand it. 
 
 Ant, Where Spasne? 
 
 Dro. Faith I {aw it not: but I felt it hot in her breath. 
 
 Ant. Where America, the fndies? 
 
 Dre. Oh fir, upon her nofe, all ore embellithed with 
 Rubies, Carbuncles, Saphires, declining their rich Af 
 pect to the hot breath of Spaine , who fent’ whole Ar- 
 madoes of Carracts to be ballaft at her nofe. 
 
 Ant. Where ftood Belgia,the DQ etherlands > 
 
 _ Dro. Oh fir, Idid not looke fo: low. To conclude, 
 this drudge or Diviner layd claime to mee, call’d mee 
 Dromio, {wore was affur'd to her,told me what privie 
 markes! had about mee, as the markes of my fheulder, 
 the’Mole in my necke, the great Wart on my left arme, 
 that I amiaz’d ranne from heras a witch. And I thinke, if 
 my breft had not beene made of faith , and my heart of 
 fteele, fhe had transform’d me toa Curtall dog, & made 
 meturne ith wheele. 
 
 Ant. Go hie thee prefently, poft to the rode, 
 
 And if the winde blow any way from fhore, 
 I will not harbour in this towne tonight. 
 Ifany Barke put forth, come to the Mart, 
 
 The Comedy of Errors. 
 
 -And fince I havenot much impertun’d you, 
 
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 Where I will walketill thou returne to me 
 
 If everic one knowesus,and we know none, 
 
 Tis time I thinke to trudge, packe, and be gone. - 
 Dro, As froma Beare a man would run for life, 
 
 So fie I from her that would be my wife. B 
 Ant. There’s none but witches do inhabite heer 
 
 And therefore ’tis hie time that I were hence: 
 
 She that doth call me husband, even my foule 
 
 Doth for a wife abhorre. But her faire filter 
 
 Poffeft with fuch a gentle foveraigne grace, 
 
 Of fuch iachanting prefence and difcourfe, 
 
 Hath almoft made me Traitor to my felfe: 
 
 But leaft my felfe be guilty to felfe wrong; 
 
 Ile ftop mine cares againft the Mermaides fong. 
 
 : Enter Angele with the (baine. 
 eng. M. eA ntipbols. 
 Ant. I that’s myname, 
 Ang. I know it well fir; loe here's the chaine, 
 
 I thoughtto have tane youatthe Porpentine, 
 
 The chaine unfinifh’d made me ftay thus long. 
 Ant. What isyour will that I fhall do with this? 
 
 Ang. What pleafe your {elfe fir : 1 have made it fo 
 
 you. . 
 ant. Made it for mefir! I befpoke it not. 
 
 ; ng. Not once, nor twice , but twentie times you 
 
 ave: 
 
 Go home with it, and plea fe your Wite withall — 
 
 And foone at fupper time Ile vifit you , 
 
 And then receive my mony for the chaine- 
 
 Ant. I pray you fir receive the monie now, 
 
 For feare you ne’re fee chaine, nor mony more. 
 Ang. You area merry man fir, fare you well. £. 
 Dro. What fhould thinke of this, I cannortell: 
 
 But this Ithinke, there’s no man is fo vaine, 
 
 That would refufe fo faire an ofter’d Chaine. 
 
 I fee a man heereneeds not live by thifts, 
 
 When inthe ftreets he meetes {uch Golden gifts: 
 
 Ile to the Mart, and'there for Dromio ftay, 
 
 If any fhip put out, then ftrait away. 
 
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 Enter a eMerchant, Gold/mith, und an Officers 
 Mer. Youknow {ince Pentecoft the fim is due, 
 
 Nor now I had not, but that 1 am bound 
 To Perfia,and want Gilders for my voyage 
 Therefore make prefent fatisfa@tion, 
 Or Ile attach-you by this Onficer. 
 
 Gold. Even juft the fum that Ido oweto you, 
 Is growing to me by Aaripholis, 
 And in the inftant that I met with you, 
 He had of mea Chaine : at fivea clocke 
 I fhall receive the money for the fame: i 
 Pleafeth you walke with me downetohishoufe, 
 I will difcharge my bond, and thanke yoo too. 
 
 Enter eAmtipholis EphefDromio from the (: wurticant. ‘a 
 Off. That labour may you fave :See where he comes: | 
 nt. While I go tothe Goldfmiths houfe, goeth 
 
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 And buy a ropes end, that will I beftow 
 Among my wife,and their confederates; 
 For locking me out of my dooresby day : 
 But foft I fee the Goldiimith; get thee gone, 
 Buy thou aropeand bring it home to me. 
 Dro. I buy a thoufand pound a yeare, I buy a rope. 
 Exit Dromio 
 Eph. Ant. A manis well holpe up that trufts to you, 
 I promifed your pretence, and the Chaine, 
 But neither Chaine nor Gold{mith came to me: 
 Belike youthought oar love would laft too long 
 If it were chain’d together : and therefore came not: 
 Gold. Saving your merry humor,here’sthe note 
 How much your Chaine weighs to the utmoft Raccat, 
 The finenefie of the Gold, and chargefull fafhion, 
 Whichdoth amount to three odde Duckets more 
 Then I ftand debted to this Gentleman, 
 I pray you ice him prefently difcharg’d, 
 For he is bound to Sea, and ftayes but for its 
 Anti, Lam not furnifh’d with the prefent mony: 
 Befides 1 have fome bufineffe in the towne, 
 Good Signior take the ftranger to my houfe, 
 And with you take the Chaine, and bid my wife 
 Disburfe the f{umme, on the receit thereof, 
 Perchance I wiil be there asfoone as you. 
 Gold. Then you will bring the Chaineto her your 
 felfe. 
 Ant. Nobeareit withyou, leaft I come not time e- 
 nough. 
 Gold. Well fir, I will? Have you the Chaine about 
 youe 
 ent, And if I have not fir, I hope you have : 
 Or elfe you may returne without your moneys 
 Geld. Nay come I pray you fir, give me the Chaine : 
 Both winde and tide ttayes for the Gentleman, 
 And I too blame have held him here too long. 
 _ Ant. Good Lord, you ufe this dalliance to excufe 
 Your breach of promife to the Perpentine, 
 I fhould have chid you for not brining it, 
 But likeafhrew you firft begin to brawle. 
 Mer. The houre fteales on, I pray you fir difpatch. 
 Gold. You heare how he importunes me,the Chaine: 
 «Zat,W hy give itto my wite, and fetch your mony. 
 Gold. Come,come, you know I gave ityou even noWs 
 Either {énd the Chaine, or fend me by fome token. 
 e4ut. Fie, now you run this humor out of breath, 
 Come where’s the Chaine, I pray youlet me fee it. 
 (Mer, My bufincfle cannot brooke this dalliance,’ 
 Good fir fay, whe’r you'l an{wer me, or no ¢ 
 If not, Ile leave him to the Orficer. 
 
 : Ant. Tanfwer you? Why. fhould I anfwer you? 
 Gold. The monie that you owe me for the Chaine. 
 Ant. Lowe you nonetill I receive the Chaine. 
 
 Gold. You know 1 gave ityou halfe an houre fince« 
 Ant. You gave me none, you wrong mee much to 
 fay fo. 
 Gold. You wrong me fir in denying. it: 
 Confider how it ftands upon my credit. 
 Mar . Well Onticer, arreft:-him at my faite, 
 Of. Ldoe, andcharge you inthe Dukes nameto o- 
 beyme. ; 
 Gold. This touches me in reputation. 
 Either confent to pay the {um for me, 
 Or Lattach you by this Oilicer. 
 Ant, Confenrto pay that I never had ; 
 Arreft me foolith fellow if thou dar'it. 
 
 Gold. Heere is thy fee, arreft him; Officer. 
 I would not {pare my brother in this cafe, 
 If he fhould {corne me fo apparantly. 
 Off. I do arreft you fir, you heare the fuite. 
 ent. 1 do obey thee,till I give thee bailes 
 But firrah you hall buy this {portas deere, 
 As all the mettall in your fhop will anfwer. 
 Gold, Sir, fir, I fhall have Law in Ephefus; 
 To your notorious fhame, I doubrit not. 
 
 Exser Dromio Siva. from the Bafe 
 ._ Dro. Matter, there’s a Barke of Epidamsnm, 
 That ftayes but till her Owner comes aboord, 
 Then fir the beares away. Our fanghtage fir, 
 I have convei’d avoord, and Lhaue brought 
 The Oyle, the Balfamum,and Aqua-vits. 
 The fhip is in her trim, the merrie winde 
 Blowes faire from land ; they ftay for nought at all, 
 But tor their Owner, Matter, and your felfe. 
 efz.How now 1a Madman! Why thou peevith fheep 
 What fhip of Epidaminm ftayes for me? 
 5. Dre. A fhip you fent me to,to hier waftages- 
 e4nt. Thou drunken flave, I fent thee for a rope, 
 And told theeto what purpofe and what end. 
 5, Dra. You fent me tor a ropes end as foone, 
 You fent me tothe Bay fir, for a Barke. 
 ent. I will debate this matter at more leifure 
 And teach your eares to lift me with more heed: 
 To Adriana V illaine hie thee ftraight : 
 Give her this key, and tell her in the Deske 
 That’s cover'd o're with Turkith Tapiftrie, 
 There isa purfe of Duckets,let her fend it: 
 Tell her, Lam arrefted in the ftreete, 
 And that fhall baile me: hie thee flave, be gone, 
 On Onlicer to prifon, till it come. Exennt. 
 S.Dro. To Adtiana, that is where wedind, . 
 Where Dowfabell did claime me for her husband, 
 Sheis too bigge I hope for me to compaile, 
 Thither I mutt, although againft my will : 
 For fervants mufttheir Mafters mindes fulfill.  E-xsr. 
 : Exter eAdviana and Luciana. 
 4dr. Ah Luciana, did he tempt thee fo, 
 Might’ft thow perceive anfteerely in hiseye, 
 That he did plead in earneft, yea or no : 
 Look’d he or red oy pale, or fad or merrily ? 
 What obfervation mad’{t thou in this cafe? 
 Of hishearts Meteorstilting inhisface? 
 Luc. Firft he denide you had in him go right. 
 Adr, He meant he did me none: the more my fpight. 
 Luc, Thenfwore he that he wasa {tranger heere. 
 e4dr. And true he fwore, though yet forfworne he, 
 were. 
 Luc. Then pleaded I foryou. | 
 e4dr. And what {aid he? 
 Luc. That love Ibegg’d for you, he begg’d of me. 
 Adr. With what perf{wafion did he tempt thy love? 
 Luc. With words, that in an honeft fuit might move. 
 Firit, he did prayfe my beautie, then my fpeech. 
 Adr. Did’ it fpeake him faire ? 
 Luc, Have patience I befeech. 
 Aar. I cannot,nor I willnot hold me itill, 
 My tongue, though not my heart, fhail have his will. 
 He is deformed, crooked, old and fere, 
 Ill-fac’d, worfe bodied, fhapeleffe every where : 
 Vicious, ungentle,foolifh, blunt, unkinde, 
 
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 Stigmaticall in makingyworfe the minde. 
 
 Luc. Who would be jealous then of fuch a one? 
 Noevili ioft is waii'd, whicn it isgone- 
 
 e4dr. Ab but I thinke him better then T fay: 
 And yet would herein others eyes were wortle: 
 Farre trom her nelt the Lapwing cries away; 
 My heart prayes forhim, though my tongue doe curfe. 
 
 Enter §. Drowio. 
 
 Dro. Here,goe: the deske, the purfe,fweet now make 
 hafte. . 
 
 Lxc. How haft thon loft thy breath? 
 
 S. Dro. By runn.ag faft. 
 
 Adr. Whereis thy Matter Dromio? Is he well ? 
 
 S. Dro. No; he’s in Taitar limbo, worfe then hell : 
 
 A diveli in an everlafting garment hath him ; 
 
 One whofe hard heart is button’d up with fteele : 
 
 A Feindsa Pairie, pittilele and ruffe : 
 
 A Wolfe, nay worte,a fellow all in buffe, ; 
 
 Aback fricnd,a fhoulder-clapper, one that countermads 
 
 The paflages of allies, creekes, and narrow lands: 
 
 A hound that runs Counter,and yet draws drifoot well, 
 
 One that berore the Iudgmét carries poore foulesto hel. 
 4dr. Why man, what is the matter ? 
 
 S. Dro. ¥dde not know the matter,he isrefted on the 
 
 cafe. ; 
 
 eA dr. Whiatis hearrefted?tell me at whofe fire? 
 
 S$. Dréw Uknow not at whofe fuite hets arrefted well; 
 but is ina fuite of buffe which refted him, that ‘can I tell: 
 Will you fend him Miftris redemption, the moniein his 
 deske? 
 
 Adr, Go fetch it Sifter: this I wonder at: 
 Exst Luciana. 
 That he vaknowne to me fhould be in debt: 
 Tell me,was he arefted oti a band ? 
 S. Dro. Not ona band, buton a ttronger thing: 
 A chaine, achaine, doe you not here it ring?” 
 
 Adria. W hat, tbe cliaiie ? 
 
 5. Dre. No, no, the bell, ’tis time that I were gone: 
 Ir was two eve Licft, him,and now the clocke {trikes one. 
 
 4Aar. The houres come backe! that did I never heare. 
 
 S. Dro, Oh yes, ifany houre mecte a Serjeant,a turnes 
 backe for very feares : 
 
 Adri. As if time wete indebt : how fondly do’ft thou 
 reafon? 
 
 S. dro. Time is a very bankrout, and owes more'then 
 he’s worthto feafon. 
 Nay, he’s a thecfe too: have you not heard men fay, 
 That time comes ftealing-on by night and day? 
 If I be in debt and theft, and a Serjeant in the way, 
 Hath he not reafon to turne backe an houre in a day? 
 
 Enter Luciana. » 
 Adr. Go Dromie, there’s the mony, beare it traight 
 f 4 t= fated 
 And bring thy Mafter home immediately . 
 Come fifter,] am preft downe with conceit: 
 Cénceit, my comfort and my injurie. Exit. 
 Enter Antipholis Siracnfian. 
 AnS. There’s nota man I meete but doth flute me 
 
 | Asif I were their wellacquainted friend, 
 
 And everie one doth call me by my name : 
 Some tender monie to me, fomeinvite me; 
 Some other give me thankes for kindneffes ; 
 Some offer me Commodities to buy. 
 
 | Evennow a tailor cal’d me in his fhop, 
 
 T be (omedy of Errors. 
 
 eee 
 
 | that Adam that keepés the prifon; hee that goes in’ 
 
 , Orfor my Diamond the chaine you promis’d, 
 
 > apse eel etl Leta ; 
 And fhow’d me Sikes that he had bought forme, 
 
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 ‘And therewithali tooke meafure of my bodys 
 Sure thefe are bit imaginarie wiles, 
 Cc hi hies ape 
 And Lapland Sorceiers inhabite here. 
 
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 Exter Dromio. Sirs ok ll 
 
 SeDro. Matter, here's the gold you fent me forswhat | 
 have you got the pictare of oid 24 dam new apparel’d? | 
 exmt, What goldis this? W hat efdam dott'th 
 meane ? tae 
 5. Dro, Not that:Adam that kept the Paradifes 
 
 calveseskin, that was. kil'd tor the Prodigalls hee’ 
 came behinde you fir,likean evillangel sand bid -youf 
 {ake your liberty. ae 
 Aut. Yundérftand-thee not. 11 
 S$. Dro. No? why “tis a plainé cafe he that went li 
 a Bafe Viole ina cafe of leather ; the man fir, thatwhen} 
 gentlemen are tired gives them aiob, and refts them:4 
 he fir, that takes pitty on decaicd men , and gives th 
 fuites of durancezhe that fets up his'reft to doe more 
 ploits with his Mace, then a MorisPike. itt 
 Ant. What! thou mean it an oitcer? ind 
 S. Dro. I fir,the Serjeant of the Band + he that brin 
 any man to an{wer‘it that breakes his Band: one that |) 
 thinkesa man alwayes going to bed, and faieth,God'give |) 
 you good reft. i 
 Ant. Well fir, there reft ia your foolerie: i 
 Is there any fhip pats forth to night ? may we be gone? | 
 S. Dro. Why fir, I brought you word an houre finee, | 
 that the Barke Expedirion put forth to night, and th 
 were you hindred by the Serjeant to tarry for. the: 
 Delay: Herearethe angels that you fent for'todeli 
 you. 4a 
 Ant. The fellow is diftra% and{oam I, 
 And-here we wander in illufions: 
 Some biefled power deliver us from hences 
 
 Enter a(urtizan, 
 Car. Well met; well met, Mafter Anriphols': 
 I fee fir you have found the Gold-finith now : 
 Is that the chaitte you promis'’d me to day ? 
 Ant. Sathan avoide, I chai ge thee tempt me not. 
 S; Dro. Matter, is rhis Miltris Sathan ? 
 ent ,Itis the divell. 
 S. Dro. Nay, fhe is worfe, fhe is the divels dam: 
 And here fhe comes in the habit of a light wench, and|— 
 thereofcomes thatthe wenches fay God dam me;That’s| 
 asmuch tofay,God make me a light wench: It is writ-| 
 ten they appeare to men like angels of light , lightisan | 
 effect of fire,and fire will burne: ergo,light wenches will | _ 
 burne, come not neere her. 
 Cr. Your manand you are marveilous merry fir. 
 Will you goe wich me, wee’ll mend our dinner here? | 
 5.Dro. Malter,if you doe, expect fpoon-meate, or be-| 
 fpeake along {poone. i 
 Ant, Why Dromio? 
 S. Dro. Martie he muft have along {poone that mutt | 
 eate with the divell. ah 
 Ant. Avoid then fiend, what tel’ thou me of fap-| _ 
 Thou art, (as you are all) a forcereffe ; (ping? 
 I conjure thee to leave me, and be gon. 
 Cur. Give me the ring of mine you hadat dinner, 
 
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 And Ile be gone fir, andnottrouble yoy, es 
 5. Dre.Some divels aske but the parings of ones naile,| 
 " +s — -_ — - a. ‘ 
 
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 95 
 
 aruth, a haire, adrop of blood ,a pin, anut, a chertie- | I beare iton my fhoulders, asa begger woont her brat 
 
 ftone: but fhe more covetous,would havea chaine: Ma- 
 fter bewife,and if you give it her,the divell will fhak her 
 
 -Chaine, and fright us wath ic. 
 
 Cwr. I pray you fir my Ring, or elfe the Chaine, 
 I hope you do not meane tocheate mefo ? 
 
 At. Auant thou witch : Come Drommo let us go> 
 
 S. Dro. Flie pride fayes the Pea-cocke, Miftris that 
 you know. Exeunt. 
 
 Cur. Now out of doubt e4mtipholis is mads 
 Elfe would he never fo demeane himielfe, 
 A Ring he hath of mine worth fortie Duckets, 
 And for the fame he promis’d mea Chaine, 
 Both one and orher he denies me now: 
 The reafonthat' I gather he is mad, 
 (Befides this prefentinftance of hisrage,) 
 {sa mad tale he told to day at dinner, 
 Of his owne doores being ‘hut againit his entrance; 
 Belike his wite acquainted with his fits, 
 On purpofe fhut the doores' againft his way: 
 My way is now to hie home to his honfe, 
 And tell his wife that being Lunaticke, 
 He rufh’d into my honfe, and tooke perforce 
 My Ring away. This courfe I ficteft choofe, 
 For furtie Duckets is too much to Joofe. Exit. 
 Enter Antipholus Ephef. with a lailor. 
 
 P r % f 
 An. Feare me not man,I will not breake away,: 
 Ile give thee ere I leave thee fo much mony 
 
 ‘To warrant thee as'1 am-refted for... - 
 
 My wife is in a wayward moode to day, 
 And will not lightly truft the Meflenger, 
 That I fhould be attach’d in Ephefis , 
 
 | I cell you “twill found harfhly in ‘her eares. 
 
 Enter Dromio Eph. with aropesend. 
 Heere comes my Man, I thinke he brings the monie. 
 How now fir? Have you-that I fent youfor? 
 E. Dro. Here’s that I warrant you will pay them all. 
 enti. But where’s the Money? ; 
 €. Dro’ Why fir, I gave the Monie for the Rope. 
 Ant. Five hundred Duckets villaine for a rope? 
 E. Dre. Ile ferve you fir five hundred at the rate. 
 Ant. To whatend did Ibid thee highthee home? 
 & Dro. To aropes end fir, andto that end ami re- 
 turn’d. 
 Ast. Andtothat end fir, I will welcome yous 
 Offi. Good fir be patient. | 
 E. Dro. Nay’tis for me tobe patient, I ani in adver- 
 fitie.< +; 35 : 
 ffi. Good now hold thy tongues. 
 E: Dro. Nay, rather perfwade himto hold his hands. 
 Anti. Thon whorefon fen tlefle Villaine. 
 
 . Dro. Ywould L were fenfeleffe fir, thatI might not 
 
 feele your blowes..._. 
 
 Anti. Thouart fenfible in nothing but blowes , and 
 fo is an Afic. a sb Gh 
 
 E. Dra. 1am an Affe indeede, you may proove it by 
 my long eares. I have ferved him fromthe houre of my 
 Nativitie to this inftant, and have nothing at his hands 
 for my fervice bu:.blowes. When} am cold, be heates 
 me with beating : when! am warme;he cooles me with 
 beating : I am wak’d withit when I fleepe, rais’d with 
 it when I fit, driven.out of doores withit when I goe 
 from home, welcom'd home with it when I returne,nay 
 
 I know itby their pale and deadly lookes. 
 
 and I thinke when he hath lam’d me, I fhatl begge with 
 it from doore to doore: 0 
 
 Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtizan, and a Schoole- 
 mafter called Pinch. 
 
 fe ent: Come goe along, my wife is comming yon- 
 er. > 31h 
 E. Dro. Mittris re/pice finem, refpe your end; or ra- 
 ther the prophefie like the Parrot,beware the ropes end. 
 e-4nts.. Wilt thou ftill talke? . Beats Dro, 
 Cur. How fay younow ?Is not your husband mad? 
 Adri. His intivility confirmes no leffe : 
 Good Dottor Pinch, you are a Conjurer, 
 Eftablith him in his true fence againe, 
 And I will pleafe you what you will demand: 
 Lue. Alas how fiery and how fharpe he lookes, 
 Cur, Marke,how he trembles in his extafie. 
 a Give me your hand, andlet mee feele your 
 pulfe. ‘ 
 est, There is my hand, and let it feele your eare: 
 Pinch. Ucharge thee Sathan, hous’d within this man 
 To yeeld poffeflion to my holie praiers, 
 Andto-thy ftare of darkeneife hie thee ftraight, 
 I conjure thee by all theSaincs in heaven. 
 Ant, Peace doting wizard, peace ; lam not mad. 
 Adr. Oh that thouwer’t not,poore diftrefied toule: 
 Ant. You Minion you, are thefe your Cuftomers? 
 Did this companion with the faffron face 
 
 | Revell and feaft icac my houfeto day, 
 
 Whil’ft upon me the guiltie doores were fhut, 
 And I denied to enter in my houfe.: 
 
 e4dr. O husband,God doth know you din’d at home 
 
 Where would you had remaind untill this time, 
 Free from thefe flanders, and this open fhame: 
 
 : te Din'd at home? Thou Villaine, what fayeft 
 thou 
 
 Dro. Sir footh to fay you did not dine at home: 
 
 Ant. Werenot my dooresfockt up, andl fhat out? 
 
 Dro. Perdic, your doores were lockt , and you fhut 
 outs 
 
 Asti: And did not fhe her felfe revile me there? 
 
 Dros. Sans Fable, fhe her felfe revil’d you there, 
 
 Ant. Did not her Kitchen maide raile , taunt , and 
 fcorneme ? : 
 Dro. Certis the did, the kitchin veftall feorn’d you: 
 
 ext; And did not-I in rage depart from thence ? 
 
 Dro. In veritie you did, my boncs beare witnefle, 
 That fince have felt the vigor of his rage. 
 
 Adr. Is'tgood to fmooth him in thefe contraries? 
 
 Pinch. Itis no fhame;the fellow finds his veines 
 And yeelding to him, humors well his frenfie; 
 
 Ant; Thou haft fubornd the Gold{mith to arreft 
 mes 
 ear, Alas,] fent you Monie to redeeme yous 
 By Dromio heere, who came in hatt for it. 
 
 Dre. Monieby me? Heart'and good will you might, 
 But furely Matter not a ragge of Moniec. a 03; 
 
 nt. Wentft not thou to her fora purfe of Duckets? 
 
 Adri. He came to me and T deliver'd it. 
 
 Luci. And I am witneffe with her that fhe did: 
 
 Dro. God and the Rope-maker beare mie witneffe, 
 That Iwas fent for nothing. but 4 rope. 
 
 Pinch: Miftris both Man and Matter is poflett, 
 
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 They mutt be bound and laide in fone darke reome. 
 poe wherefore didift thou locke me foech today, 
 And why dott thou denie the bagge of gold! 
 Adr, I did not gentle husband locke thee forth. 
 Dro, And gentle M. I receiv’dino gold: 
 But Iconfefle fir, that we werelock’d out. on 
 Adar. Diffembling Villain, thou {peak’ft falfe in both. 
 Ant, Diffembling harlot, thou art falfe in all; 
 And are confederate witha damned packe, 
 To:makea loathfome abject fcorne of me : 
 But with thefe.nailes Ile plucke out thefe falfe eyes, 
 That would behold in methis fhamefull {port. 
 
 Exter three or foure, and offer to binds bin: 
 He ftrives. hag 
 e4 dr. Oh binde him, binde him, let him not come 
 neere me. en bape 
 Pinch, More company,the fiend is {trong within hime 
 Luc. Aye me poore man, how pale and wan he looks. 
 ent, What, will you murther me, thou Tailor thou? 
 Iam thy prifoner, wilt thou fuffer them to make a ref- 
 cue? 
 Of, Matters let him goe : he is my prifoner, and you 
 fhall not have him: [ : 
 Pinch. Gobinde this man, for he is franticke too. 
 Adr. What wilt thou do, thou nth officer ? 
 Haft thou delight to fee a wretched man 
 Do outrage and difpleafiure to himfelfe ? 
 Off. He is my prifoner, if I let him go, 
 The debt he owes will be requir’d of me. 
 Adr. I will difcharge thee ere 1 goe from thee, 
 Beare me forthwith unto his Creditor, 
 And knowing how the debt growes I will py it. 
 Good Matter Doctor fee him fafe convey’ 
 Home tomy houfe, oh moftunhappy day. ° 
 Ant. Oh moft unhappy ftrumpet. 
 Dro. Matter, Lam heere entred in bond for yors 
 Ant. Out on thee Villaine wherefore doft thon mad 
 mee ? 
 Dro. Willyoube boundfor nothing, be mad good 
 matter, cry the divell. 
 Luc, God helpe poore foules, 
 talke. 
 4dr, Goe beare him hence, fitter go youwithme : 
 Say now, whofe {uite is hearrefted at ? 
 Exeunt. Manet Offic. Adri. Lusi. Courtizan. 
 Of, One eAngelo a Gold{mith jdo you know him? 
 e4dr. I know the man: what isthe fumme he owes? 
 Off. Two hundred Duckets. 
 Adr. Say, how growes it due. 
 Off. Due for a Chaine your husband had of him. 
 dr. He did befpeake a chaine for mejbut had it not. 
 Cour. When as your husband all in rage to day 
 Came tomy houfe, and tooke away my Ring, 
 The Ring I faw upon his finger now, 
 Straight after did I meete him witha Chaine, 
 4dr. It may befo, bur I did never fee it. 
 Come Tailor, bring me where the Gold{inith is, 
 Tlongto know the truth heereof at large. 
 
 how idlely doe they 
 
 Ester Antipholis Siracufan with bis Rapier drawne, 
 Dromio Sirac. : 
 
 Luc. God for thy mercy,they are loofe againe. 
 efar. And come with naked {words, 
 Let's callmore helpe to have them bound againe. 
 
 Runne all onp, 
 
 Gis they’! kill us tts a 
 of wee Etinet omnes, 48 fat as may be,frighted, © 
 5. Ant. 1 fee thefe Witches are affraid of fwords. 1) 
 S$. Dros She that would be your wife, now ran f om | 
 
 JOUs 
 
 . Ant. Come to;the Centaure; fetch our ftuffe | 
 
 thence: 
 
 Llong that we were fafe and found aboord.. | 8) 
 Dro. Faith ftay heere this night, they will furely 1} 
 
 us no harme : you fawthey fpake us faire, give us gold: | 
 
 me thinkes they are fuch a gentle Nation , that but for} § 
 
 che Mas ntaine of mad flefh that claimes mariage por 
 
 I could finde in my heart to ftay heere ftill;and ane | 
 efnt. Twill not ftay to night for all the towne; ' © t 
 
 Therefore away,to get our ftuffe aboord, / 
 
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 A ius Quintus. ScenaPrima. — 
 
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 Enter the Merchant and the Gold{mith. : 
 
 Geld. 1 am forty Sir that I have hindred yous) | 
 But! proteft he had the Chaine of me, ee 
 Though moft difhoneftly he did denie it. gaa 
 Mer. How isthe man eftecem’d heere in the Citic? | 
 Gold. Of very reverent reputation fir, a 
 Of credit infinite, highly belov’d. oa 
 Second to none that lives here in the Citie eee: 
 His word might bearemy wealth at any time, 
 (Mer. Speake foftly, yonder as I thinke he walk 
 Enter Antipbolis and Dromio againe. : 
 ¥Geld, Tis fo : and that felfe chaine about his necke, 
 Which he forfwore (mot monftroufly) to have. age 
 Good fir draw neere to me, He fpeake to him: 
 Signior Antipholis, 1 wonder mach a ae 
 That you would put me to this fhameand trouble; | 
 And not without fomefcandall to your felfe : 
 With circumftance and oathes, fo to denie 
 This chaine, which now you weare fo openly. 
 Befide the charge, the fhame, imprifonment, 
 You have done wrong to this my honeft friend 
 Who but for ftaying on our Controverfie, 
 Had hoifted faile, and put to fea today : ee 
 This chaine you had of me, can you denie it? ya 
 nt. I thinke I had, I never did deny it. 7 
 Mer. Yes that you did fir,and for{woreitteo: 
 Ant. Who heard me to denie it or for{weare it?” 
 (Mer. Thefe cares of mine thou knowft did hear 
 Fic on thee wretch, ’tis pitty that thou liv 
 To walke where any honeft meni retort. pers 
 Ant. Thou arta Villaine to impeach me thus; > | 
 Ile prove mine honor, and mine honeft bs 
 Againtt thee prefently, if thou dar’ ftand : 
 
 ‘Mer. I dareand do defie thee fora villaine. » 
 
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 They draw. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtexan other 
 ‘ar. Hold, hurt him not forGod fake;heismad, _| 
 Some get within him ,take his (word awa ys 
 Binde Dromso too, an 
 5S. Dro. Runne matter run,for Gods {ake take a 
 
 This is fome Priorie, in,or we arefpoyl’d. 
 Exennt tothe 
 
 dbeare them to my houfe. 
 
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 Enter Lady eAbbeffr. 
 
 Abb, Be quiet people ,whereforethrong you hither ? 
 
 Aadr, To fetch my poore diftracted husband hence, 
 Let us come in, that we may binde him fatt, 
 
 And beare him heme for his recovery. 
 
 Gold. I knew he'was not in his perfect wits. 
 
 Mer. Lam forry now that I did draw.oa him: 
 
 44, How long hath this poffeffion held che man? 
 
 Adr, This weeke he hath beene heavy ,fower fad, 
 And much much different from the man he way 
 But till this afternoone his paflion “ 
 
 Ne’re brake into extremity of rage. 
 
 4b. Hath he nor'loftmuch wealth by wracke at Sea, 
 Buried fome deare friend,hath notelfe his eye 
 Strai'd his affection in unlawfull love; 
 A finne prevailing much in youthfull men, 
 Who give their eyes the liberty. of gazing. 
 Which of thefe forrowes is he fubject roo ? 
 
 Adr, Tonone of thefe except it be the laft, 
 Namely,fome love that drew him oft from home. * 
 
 Ab. Youthould for that have reprehended lim. 
 
 Ad. Why fo I did. 
 
 Ab, I,but not rough enough. 
 
 4d. As roughly as my modefty would let me, 
 
 Ab, Haply in'private. 
 
 e-fd. And in aflemblies too. 
 
 Ab. I ,but not enough. 
 
 Ad. It was the copic of our conference. 
 
 In bed he flept not for my urging it, 
 
 At boord he fed not for my urging it: 
 Alone,it was the fubject of my Theame s 
 In company | often glanced 1t: 
 
 Still did} re!l him, it was vilde and bad. 
 
 4b. And thereot came it that the man was mad: 
 The venome clamours of a jealous woman, — 
 Poyfons mote deadly thenamad dogstooth. 
 
 It feemes his fleepes were hindred by thy rayling, < 
 And thereof comes it that his head is light. 
 
 Thou sai‘it his meate was fawe'd with thy upbraidings, 
 Vaquict meales makes ill difgeftions, 
 
 Thereof the raging fire of feaver bred, 
 
 And what’s a Feaver buea fit of Madneffe ? 
 
 Thy fayeit his {ports were bindred by thy brawless 
 Sweet recreation barr’d, what doth entue 
 
 But muddy and dull melancholly, 
 
 Kinfman to grim and comfortieffe defpaire, 
 
 Andat her heeles a huge infectious troope 
 
 Of pale diftemperatures,and foes to life ? 
 
 Tn food,in {port,and life-preferving reft 
 
 To be diflurb’d,would mad or man or beaft : 
 
 The confequence is then,thy jealous fits 
 
 Have {car'd thy husband from the ufe of wits. - 
 
 Luc. She never reprehended him but mildely; 
 When be demean’d himfelfe rough,rude,and wildely. 
 Why beare you thefe rebukes,and anfw er not? 
 
 ed. She did betray meto my owne reproofe, 
 Good people enter and lay hold on him. 
 
 Ab, No,not acreatureevtersinmy boufe, 
 
 Ad. Then let yourfervants bring my husband forth: 
 
 Ab. Neither : he tooke thisplace for {an@uary, 
 And it fhall priviledge bim trom your hands, 
 Till T have brought him to his witsagaine, - 
 Or lofe my labour in affaying ir. 
 
 ed. Iwill attend my husband, be his nurfe; 
 
 Se ere nenen: 
 
 li ie i i a tn enema nn re ete 
 
 Diet his fickneffe;for it ismy Orifice, 
 And will have no Atturney bat my felfe, 
 And therefore let meshave him home with me. 
 Ab, Be patient, for T will not let him ftirre; 
 Till f haveats’d theapproved meanes I have, 
 With wholfome firrups,drugges,and holy prayers 
 To make of him a formall man againe : 
 Itisa branch and parcel! of mine oath; 
 A charitable dutie of my order, 
 Therefore departand leave him here with me. 
 Ad. 1 will riot hence,and leave my husband heere : 
 And ill it doth befeeme your holineffe 
 To feparate the husband and the wife. 
 eb, Be quiet and depart,thon fhalt not have hia. 
 Lue. Complaine untothe Duke of this indignity. 
 efd. Come goe,! will fall proftrate at hisfeer, 
 And never rife untill my teares and prayers 
 Have won his Grace to come in perfon hither, 
 
 And take perforce my husband from the Abbeile. Exennt, 
 
 Enter Merchant and Goldfmith. 
 
 . Mer. By this I thinke the Dyall pointsat five : 
 Anon I’me fure the Duke himfelfe:in perfon 
 Comes this way to the Melancholly vale ; 
 The place of depth,and forry execution, 
 Behinde the ditches of the Abbey here. 
 
 Gold. V pon what caufe? 
 
 Me, Tolee areverent Sirccufian Merchant, 
 Who put unluckily into this Bay 
 Againftthe Lawes and Statutes of this Towne, 
 Beheaded publikely for his offence. 
 
 Geld. See where they come,we will behold his death. 
 
 Enter Adriana atid Lucio, 
 Lae, Knecle to the Duke befare he paffe the Abbey. 
 
 Enter the Duke of Epbe(ia, and the Merchant of Siracufe, 
 * — bareheaded,with the Headfman,and other Officers. 
 Duke. Yet once againe proclaime it publikely, 
 If any friend will pay the fumme for him, 
 He fhall not die fo much we tender him. 
 Ester Adriana, 
 Adr. fuftice molt facred Duke againft the Abbeffe. 
 Duke. She is avertuousand a reverend Lady, 
 Ttcannot be that fhe hath done thee wrong. 
 etd, May it pleafe your Grace,» 4ntipbolis my husband. 
 
 Whom I made Lord of me,anid all I had, 
 
 (At your impotent Letters)this illday, 
 
 A mott outragious fit of madnefly tooke him, 
 
 That defp’rately he hurried through the ftreer, 
 
 With him his bondman,ali as mad as he, 
 
 Doing difpleafure tothe Citizens, 
 
 By rufhing in their houfes : bearing thence 
 
 Rings, lewels,any thing his rage did like, 
 
 Once did J get him bonrid,and fent him home, 
 Whil'ftto take order for the wrocgs I went, 
 
 That here and there his fury had committed. 
 
 Anon, wot not,by what ftrong efcape 
 
 He broke from thofe that had the guard of him, 
 And with his mad attendant and himfelfe, 
 Eachone with irefull pafiop, with drawne Swords 
 Met us againe,ard madly benton us, 
 Chae’d us away : till raifing of more aide, 
 
 We came againe to binde them : then they fled 
 Intothis Abbey, whither we purfa’d them, 
 And here the Abbeffe fhets the gates on us, 
 98 will not fuffer us to ferch him our, 
 
 Nor fend him forth,that we may beare him henee. 
 
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Therefore moft gracious Duke with thy comments 
 Let him be brought forth,and borne hence for helpe. : 
 Duke. Long fineethy husband ferv’d me inmy Watres, 
 And I to thee ingag’d a Princes word, 
 When thoui didit make him matter of thy bed, 
 To doe him ail the grace and good I could. 
 Goe fome of youknocke at the Abbey gate; 
 And bid the Lady Abbeffe come to me : 
 I will determine this before I ftirre. 
 Enter a Meffenger. , 
 AMeff. O Miltrifle, Miftris,thift and fave your felfe, 
 My Mafter and his man are both breke loofe, 
 Beaten the Maides a-row,and bound the Doctor, 
 Whofe beard they have findg’d off with brands of fire; 
 And everasit blazd;they threwonhim 
 Great pailes of pudled myre to quench the haire ; 
 My M'. preaches patience to him,and the while 
 His man with Sciffors nickes him like a foole : 
 And fare (ulefle you fend {ome other prefent helpe) 
 Betweene them they will killthe Conjurere 
 Ad. Peace foole,thy Mafter and hisman are here, 
 And that is falfe thou doft report of uss 
 Me. Miftris,apon my life Etell you true, 
 Ihave not breath’dalmoft finceIdidfeeit. 
 He cryesfor you,and vowesifhe can take you; 
 Tofcorch your face,and to disfigure you : 
 Cry within. 
 Harke,harke,I heare him Miftris : flie,be gone. i 
 ‘ Duke. Come;ftand by me,feare nothing: guard with 
 Halberds. an 
 4d. Ayme,it is my husband : witnefie you; 
 That he is borne about invifible, 5 
 Even now we hout’d him in the Abbey here, 
 And now hee’s there,paft thought of humane reafon: 
 
 Enter eAntipholis,and E.Dromio of Ephe[us. 
 
 &.Ant.Iuftice moft gracious Duke,oh grant me luftice, 
 Even for the fervice that long fince I did thee, 
 When I beftrid thee in the warres,andtooke 
 Deepe skarres to {ave thy life; even for the blood 
 That then Lloft for thee now grant me Inftice. 
 (Uer.Fat. Volefie the feare of death doth make mee 
 dote,{ fee my fonne e4ntiphols and Dromio, 
 
 E.eAnt. Tuftice (fweet Prince) againft that woman 
 She whom thou gav’{t to meto be my wife; (there : 
 That hath abufed and difhonoured me, 
 
 Even in the ftrength and height of injury : 
 Beyond imagination is the wron 
 That fhethisday hath fhameleffe throwne on me. 
 
 Duke. Difcover how,and thon fhalt finde me jut. 
 
 E.2Ant. This day (great Duke } fhe fhut the doores 
 upon me. 
 
 Whilft the with Harlots feafted in my honfe. 
 Luke. A grievous fault : fay woman didft thoa fo? 
 ed. No,my good Lord. My felfe,he,and my Sifter, 
 To day did dine together : fobefallmy foule, 
 As this is falfe he burthens me withail. 
 Luc.Ne're may Tooke on day,nor {leepe on night, 
 But the telsto your Highneffe fimple truth. 
 Gold. Operjur'd woman | They are both forfworne, 
 In thisthe Mad man juftly chargeth them. 
 E.cAnt. My Liege, am advifed what I fa 
 Neither difturbed with the effect of Wine, 
 Nor heady-sath provok'd with raging ire, 
 Albeit my wrongs might make one wifer mad. 
 
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 ILI IL LA OEE TO 
 
 This woman lock’d me out this day from dinner ; ; 
 That Goldfmith there,were he not pack’d with her, | 
 Could witneffe it : for he was with me then, 
 Who patted with me to goe fetch a Chaine, 
 Promifing to bring ittothe Porpentine, a 
 Where Balthafarand I did dine together. oa 
 Our dinner done, and he not comming thither, 3.8 | 
 I went tofeeke him. Inthe ftreet I met him, o 
 And in hiscompany that Gentleman. Bee | 
 There did this perjur'd Gold{mith fweare me downe, — 
 That Ithis day from him receiv’d the Chaine, a 
 Which God he knowes,| faw not., For the which, ' 
 He did arreft me with an Officer. Beis 
 I did obey,and fent my Pefant home i Be 
 For certaine Duckets : he with none return’d, i 
 Then fairely I befpoke the Officer ae 
 To goein perfon with me to my houfe. ud | 
 By’th’way,we met my wife,her fifter, and a rabble more | 
 Of vilde Confederates: Along with them 3 a | 
 They brought one Pincha bungry leane-fac’d Villaine; | 
 Ameere Anatomy,a Mountebanke, - fe 
 A thred-bare Ingler,and a Fortune-teller, ; | 
 
 A needy-hollow-ey’d-fharpe-looking-wretch ; 
 
 Aliving dead man. Thispernicicus flave, 
 
 Forfooth tooke on him asa Conjurer : 
 
 And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulfe; 
 
 And with no-face(as t’ were) out-facing mes 
 
 Cryes out,I waspoffleft. Thenaltogether 
 
 They fell upon me,bound me ,bore me thence, 
 Andina darke and dankith vaultathome ea 
 There left me and my man,both bound together, 
 
 Till gnawing with my teeth my bondsafunder, 
 
 I gain’d my freedome ; and immediately 
 
 Ran hither to your Grace,whom I befeech 
 
 To give me ample fatisfaction 
 
 For thefe deepe fhames,and great indignities: = | 
 
 ” Gold,My Lord, in trath,thus farre I witneffe with him: } 
 That he din’d net at home,but was lock’d out. | 
 
 Deke. But had he fuch a Chaine of thee,or no? 
 
 Gold. He had my Lord,and when he ran in here, 
 Thefe people faw the Chaine about his necke: 
 
 Mer. Befides I will be {worne thefe eares of nine, 
 Heard you confeffe you had the Chaine of him, 
 After you firft forfwore iton the Marr, 
 
 And thereupon I drew my {word on yon 
 And then you fled into this Abbey here, 
 From whence I thinke you aye come by miracles 
 
 E.Ant. I never came within thefe Abbey wals, 
 Nor ever didft thou draw thy {word on me : 
 
 I never faw the Chaine,fo helpe me heaven : 
 And this is falfe you burthen me withall. 
 
 Duke. Why what an intricate impeach is this? 
 
 Ithinke you all have drunke of Circes Cup: 
 
 If here you hous'd him, here he would have bee. 
 
 If he were mad he would not pleade fo coldly: ~ 
 You fay he din’d at home,the Goldfmith here 
 Denies thatfaying. Sirra,what fay you? ‘is 
 
 _&-Dro; Sir hee din’d with her there, atthe Porpen- 
 
 tine. 
 
 Car. He did,and from my finger fhatcht that Ringe | 
 &.Awt. Tis true(my Liege) this Ring I hadof here pall 
 Duke, Saw’ ftthou him enter at the A bey heere ? 3 
 Curt. As {ure (my Leige)as I doe fee your Grace. | 
 Duke. Why this is ftrange: Goe call the Abbeffe hie| 
 
 ther. Ly Ba 
 I thinke you areall mated, or ftarke made, 
 
 Exit, | 
 
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 Exit one to the eAbbeffe. 
 
 Fa. Moft mighty Duke,vouchfafe me fpeakea word : 
 Haply I fee a friend will fave my life, 
 And pay the fumme that may deliver me: 4 
 Duke. Speake freely Syracufan what thou wilt. 
 Fath. 1s not your namefir call’d Antipholis ? 
 And is not that your bondman Dromio ? 
 €.Dro. Within this houre I was his bondman firy 
 But hel thanke him gnaw’d in two my cords, 
 Now am I Dromio,and his man,unbound. 
 Fath, 1am fure both of you remember me. 
 Dro, Out felves we doe remember fir by you : 
 Forhately we were boundas you are now. 
 You are not Pénches Patient,are you fir ? 
 Father. Why looke you ftrange on me? you know 
 me well. 
 E, Ant, 1 never faw you in may life till now. 
 Fa, Oh! griefe hath chang’d me fince you faw me laft, 
 And carefull houres with times deformed hand, 
 Have written ftrange defeatures in my face : 
 
 But tell me yet,doft thou not know my voyce ? 
 
 Ant. Neither. 
 
 Fat. Dromio,nor thou. 
 Dro. Notruftme fir,nor I, 
 Fat. Iam fure thou doft ? 
 
 E.Dromio. Ufir,but I am fureI doe not, and whatfo- 
 ever a man denies,you are now bound to beleeve him. 
 Fat. Not know my voyce.! ohtimes extremity, , 
 
 Haft thou fo crack’d and {plitted my poore tongue 
 In feven fhort yeares,that here my onely fonne 
 Knowes not my feeble key of untun’d cares ? 
 Though now this grained face of mine be hid 
 In fap-confuming Winters drizled fnow, 
 
 And ail the Conduits of my blood froze up : 
 Yet hath my night of life {ome memorie : 
 
 My wafting lampes fome fading glimmer left ; 
 My dull deafe eares a little ufe to heare : 
 
 All thefe old witnefles, I cannot egre, 
 
 Tell me,thou art my fonne e4utspholis. 
 
 Ant. \ never {aw my Father in my life. 
 
 Fa. But feven yeares fince,in Syracu(a Boy, 
 Thou know’ ft we parted, but perhaps my fonne, 
 Thou fham’ft to acknowledge me in mifery. 
 
 eat. The Duke, and all that know me in the City, 
 Can witneffe with me that itis not fo. 
 I ne’re faw Siracu/ain my life. 
 
 Duke. \ tell thee Siracu/an,twenty yeares 
 
 Have I been Patron to Awtipholis, 
 During whichtime he ne’re faw Syracu/a : 
 I fee thy age and dangers make thee dote. 
 
 Enter the Abbeffe with Antiphelis Sirac{an, 
 
 and Dromie Sir. 
 
 Abbeffi. Mok mighty Duke, behold a man much 
 wrong’d. 
 All gather to fee them, 
 e4dr. 1 {ee two husbands,or mine eyesdeceive me. 
 Duke. One of thefe men is gewins to the other : 
 
 And fo of thefe, which is the naturall man, 
 
 And which the {pirit ? Who deciphers them ? 
 S.Dromio.1 Sir am Dromio,command him away. 
 E.Dro. 1 Sir am Dromio,pray let me ftay. 
 
 S.Ant. Egeon artthou not ? or elfe his ghoft. 
 
 99 
 
 ; S. Drom. Oh my old Mafter , who hath bound him 
 eere? 
 
 Abb. Whoever bound him,I willloofe his bonds, 
 And gainea husband by his liberty : ; 
 Speake old Egeon,if thou bee’ft the man 
 That had’ft a wife once call’'d -Zmilia, 
 
 That bore thee at a burthen two faire fonnes?* 
 Ohif thou bee’tt the fame Egeon fpeake : 
 And {peake unto the fame eZ mila. 
 
 Duke. Why heere begins his Morning ftory right : 
 Thefe two Antipholss,thefe two folike, 
 
 Andthofetwo Dremio's,one in femblance : 
 Befides her urging of her wracke at fea; 
 Thefe are the Parentsto thefe children, 
 
 | Whichaccidentally are met together. 
 
 Fat, If Idreame not,thou art «4 milsa, 
 If thou art the,tell me, where is that fonne 
 That floated withthee onthe fatall rafte. 
 
 Abb. By menof Epidaminvm,he,and1, 
 
 And the twin Dromio,all were taken up ; 
 
 But by and by, rude Fifhermen of Corinth 
 
 By force tooke Dromio,and my fonne from them, 
 
 And me they left with thofe of Epidansinms. 
 
 What then became of them,I cannot tell : 
 
 I,to this fortune that you fee me in. 
 
 Duke. eAntiphols thou cam ft from (orsnth firft. 
 S.Ant. Nofir,not J,I came from Séracw/e. 
 
 Duke. Stay ,ftand apart,I know not whichis which. 
 E. Ant. I came from Corinth my mot gracious Lord, 
 €.Dre. And I with him. : 
 €. Ant. Broughtto this Towne by that moft famous 
 
 Warriour, 
 
 Duke 2enaphon your moft renowned Vacle. 
 4dr. Which of you two did dine with me to day ? 
 S.Ant, I,gentle Mifiris. 
 
 Adr. And are not you my husband ? 
 €,efnt. No,I fay nay to that. 
 S.Ant, And fo doe I,yet did fhe call me fo.s 
 
 And this faire Gentlewoman here 
 
 Did call me brother. What I told you then, 
 
 Thope I fhall have leifure to make good, 
 
 Ifthis benot adreameI feeand heare. 
 
 Geldfmsth. That isthe Chaine fir , which you had of 
 mec. 
 
 S. Ant. Ithinke it be fir,I deny it not. 
 
 E, Ast. And you fir for this Chaine arrefted me. 
 
 Gold, Ichinke I did fir,I deny it not. 
 
 dr. I fent you money fir to be your baile 
 
 By Dromio,but I thinke he brought it nor. 
 
 ' E: Dro, No,none by me. 
 
 5, Ant. This purfe of Dutkets I receiv’d from you, 
 
 And Dromio my man did bring them me : 
 
 I fee wee {till did meet each others man, 
 
 And I was tane for him,and he for me, 
 
 Andthereupon thefeerrors are arofe, 
 €. Ant. Thefe Duckets pawneI for my Father here. 
 Duke. It thall not need,thy father hath his life, 
 
 Cer, Sic Imuft have that Diamond from you. 
 E: Ant. Fhere take itfand muchthankes for my good. 
 
 cheere. . 
 
 Abb. Renowned Duke, vouchfafe to take the paines 
 
 To goe withus into the Abbey here, 
 
 And heare at large difcourfed all our fortunes ; 
 
 And allthatare affembled in this place : 
 
 That by this fimpathized one dayeserror, 
 
 Have fuffered wrong. Goe,keepe us company. ‘ 
 
 I2 An 
 
100 | Th Comedy of Errors. 
 
 _ And we thall make full fatisfaction. 
 Thirty three yeares have I becne gone in travell 
 Of you my fonnes,and till this prefent houre 
 My heavy burthensare delivered : 
 The Duke my husband,and my children both, ° 
 And you the Kalenders of their Nativity, 
 Goe to a Goffips featt,and goe with me 
 After fo long griefe fuch Nativity. - 
 Duke. With all my heart, He Goffip at this feaft. 
 
 Exenunt omnes. Manet the two Dromic’s and 
 two Brothers. 
 $.Dro. Matt. {hall Lfetch your ftuffe frony fhipbodrd? 
 €. As. Dromio,what ftuffe of mine haf thon imbark’d. 
 S.Dre.Your goods that lay at hoft fir in the Centaur. 
 S.eAnt. Hefpeakes to me,l am your Mafter Dromio. 
 
 Come,goe with us,we'll looke to that anon, | 
 Embrace thy brother there;rejoyce with him. Exit. | 
 
 5.Dro. Thereis a fat friend at your Mafters honfe, 4 
 That kitchin’d me for yeu to day at dinner : . 
 She now fhall be my fifter not my wife. — 
 ED. Me thitikes you are my glaffe, and not my bro. |_ 
 
 I fee by:you, Fama fweet fac’d youth, (ther 
 Will you walke in'to fee their Goffipping ? 
 
 S.Dro, Not I fir,you are my Elder, 
 
 E.Dro: That’saqueftion,how fhall I try it, 
 
 S.Dro. Wee'll draw Cuts for the Signior , till then, | 
 leade thon firft. —s rs 
 
 E.Dro, Nay then thus: 
 We came into the werld like brother and brother : 
 And now let's goe hand in hand not one before another, | 
 
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 Enter Leonato Governour of Meffina,lnnogen bis wife, Hero 
 his daughter,and Beatrice his Ngece,with a Meffenger. 
 
 _. Leonate, 
 Learne in this Letter, that Dew Peter of rragon 
 comes this night to AZéffina. 
 Meff. He is very neere by this : he was not 
 three Leagues off when I left him. 
 
 Leos, How many Gentlemen have you loft in this 
 action ? 
 
 (Mel. Bur few of any fort,and none of name. 
 
 Leon. A victory is twice itfelfe, when the atchiever 
 | brings home full numbers: I find heere , that Dou Peter 
 hath beftowed mach honour ona yong Florentine , called 
 Claudia, 
 
 Mef. Much deferv’d on his part , and equally remem- 
 bred by Don Pedro, he hath borne hitnfelfe beyond the 
 promife of hisage, doing in the figure of a Lambe , the 
 } feates ofa Lyon, he hath indeed better bettred expectati- 
 on,than you mutt expect of meto tell you how. 
 
 Leo. He hath an Vockle here in Meffina , will be very 
 much glad of 1c. 
 
 Mef{. Thavealready delivered him Letters , and there 
 appeares much joy in him , even fo much that joy could 
 not fhew it felte modeft enough, without a badge of bit- 
 ternefle. 
 
 Leo. Did he breake out into teares? 
 
 - Mef. In great meafure. 
 
 Leo. A kinde overflow of kindenefle : there are no fa- 
 cestruer,then thofe that are fo wafh’d, how much better 
 is it to weepe at joy,then to joy at weeping ? 
 
 Bea. I pray you, is Signior Aowntanto seturn’d from 
 the warres,or no ? 
 
 Mef. Uknow none of that name, Lady, there was none 
 fuch inthe Army of any fort. ° 
 
 Leo, Whatis hethat you aske for Neece ? 
 
 Hero. My Coufin meanes Signior Benedicke of Padua. 
 
 tMef. O he’s return’d, and as pleafant as ever he was: 
 
 Beat.He fet up his bils heere in Adeffina,and challeng’d 
 Cupid at the Flight: and my. Vncles foole reading the 
 Challenge, fub{criv’d for-Cupid, and Challene’d him at 
 the Burboit. Ipray you, how many hath hee kiil’d and 
 eaten in thefe warres? But how many hath he kili'd? for 
 indeed,I promis’d to eate all of his killing. 
 
 Leon, Faith Neece, you taxe Signior ‘Benedicke too 
 much, but hee’ll be meet with you,| doubt it not. 
 
 Mef Ge hath done good fervice Lady in thofe wars. 
 
 Mef. Youhad matty victuall, and hee hath holpeto 
 eate it: hee’sa very valiant Trencher-man , hee hathan 
 
 excellent {tomacke. 
 
 rent 
 
 Mef. Anda good fouldier too Lady. 
 
 Beat. And a good fouldier to a Lady.But what is he to a 
 Lord ? 
 
 Mef. ALordtoa Lord, a MantoaMan, ftuft with all 
 honourable vertues, : 
 
 Beat. itis {o indeed he is no lefle thena ftuft man ; but 
 for the ftutfing well, we are ali mortal, 
 
 Leon. You mutt not (fir) miftake my Neece, there is 
 Kinde of merry War betwixt Signior Benedicke «nd her 
 they never meet , but there’sa skirmith of wit betweene 
 them, : 
 
 Bea. Alas,he gets nothing’ by that. In our laft con- 
 flict, foure of his five wits went halting off,and now is the 
 whole man govern’d with one: fo that if hee have wit 
 enough to keepe himfelfe warme , let him beare it for a 
 difference betweene himfelfe and his horfe : For it is all 
 the wealth that he hath left , to be knowne a reafonable 
 
 _creature. Whois his Companion now ? He hath every 
 
 montha new {worne brother. 
 
 Mef. V’st poffible ? 
 
 Beat. Very eafily poflible: he weares his faith butas the 
 fafhion of his hat, it ever changes with the next blocke. 
 
 _ Mef. 1 {ee ( Lady ) the Gentleman is not in your 
 bookes. 
 
 Beat. No, and he were, I would burne my fludy.. But 
 I pray you who is his companion ? Is there no young 
 is now, that will make a voyage with him tothe Di- 
 vell ? 
 
 Mef. He is moft in the company of the right noble 
 Clandio. 
 
 Beat, O Lord, he will hang upon him like a difeafe: he 
 isfooner caught then the Peftilence , andthe taker runnes 
 prefently madde. God helpe the noble Claudto, if he have 
 caught the Benedicke, it will coft hima thoufand. pound 
 ere it becur’d. 
 
 Mef, I willhold friends with you Lady. 
 
 Beat. Doe good friend. 
 
 Leo. You ilne're run mad Neece. 
 
 Bea. No,not till a hot January. 
 
 Mef. Don Pedro is approach’d. 
 
 Enter Don Pedro, (laudio, Benedicke, Bahhazar, 
 and Iobn the baftard. 
 
 Pedre. Good Signior Leonato , you are come to meete 
 your trouble ;: the fafhion of the world is to avoyd colt, 
 and you encounter it. 
 
 Leon, Never came trouble to my houfe in the likeneffe 
 of your Grace : for trouble being gone,comfort fhould re- 
 maine : but when you depart from me, forrow abides, 
 and happineffe takes his leave. 
 
 1.3 Pedro. 
 
Pedro. You imbrace your charge more willingly : 1 
 thinke thisisyour daughter. -§ 
 
 Leo, Her mother hath many times told me fo. 
 
 Ben. Were youit doubt that youaskt her? 
 
 Leo. Signior Benedscke, 00, for then were you a 
 chiide. fare 
 - Pedra. You have it full Benéaicke, wee may ghefle by 
 this,what you are, being aman., truely the Lady fathers 
 her felfe : be happy Lady, for you are like an honourable 
 father. 
 
 Ben. If Signior Eeonatobe her Father, thee would not 
 have his head on her fhoulders for all 4e/s#a,as like him 
 as fhe 1S , es 
 
 Beat. L wonder that you will fill be talking , Signior 
 
 | Benedicke no body markes you. 
 
 Ben. What my deare Lady Difdaine! are you yet li- 
 
 ving ? 
 a Is it poffible Difdaine fhould die,while thee hath 
 fuch mect food to feed it , as Signior Benedicke? Courte- 
 fie it felfe muft convert to Difdaine, if you come in her 
 prefence. : a 
 
 Bene. Then is Conrtefie a tarne-coat, but it is cer- 
 taine Iam loved ofall Ladies, onely you excepted: and 
 I would I could findein my heart that I had not a hard 
 heart, for truely I love none. 
 
 Beat. Adcere happineffe towomen, they wouldelfe 
 have beene troubled with a pernicious Sutor , I thanke 
 God and my cold blood,1am of your humour for that, I 
 had rather heare my Dog barke ata Crow, then a man 
 {weare he loves me. 
 
 Ben. God keepe: your Ladithip ftill in that minde, 
 fofome Gentleman or other fhall {cape a Predeftinate 
 {cratcht face. 
 
 Beat. Scratching could not make it worfe y and ‘twere 
 fucha face as yours were. 
 
 Bes, Well,youare arare Parrat-teacher. 
 
 Beat. A Bird ofmytongue , isbetter then a bealt of 
 yours. 
 
 Bex. I would my horfe had the fpeed of your tongue, 
 and {0 good a continuer, but keepe your way aGods 
 name,I have done. 
 
 Beat. Youalwayesend with a Iades tricke y I know 
 you of old, : : 
 
 Pedro, This isthe {umme of all : Leonato, Signior (Jans 
 dio, and Signior Benedscke ; my deare friend Leenato, hath 
 invited yon all, Itell him we fhall ftay here, atthe leaft 
 a moneth ,and he heartily prayes fome occafion may de- 
 taine uslonger: I dare {weare hee is no hypocrite, but 
 prayes from his heart. 
 
 Leon. If you fwearesmy Lord, you thal! not bee for- 
 fworne, let mebid you welcome, my Lord, being re- 
 — to tke Prince your brother: I owe yon ail 
 
 utie. 
 
 *Zobn. I thanke you, Iamnot ef many words, but] 
 thanke you. 
 
 Leon. Pleafe it your Grace leade on? 
 
 Pedro. Your hand Leonato,we will goe together. 
 
 Excunt, Manet Benedicke and Claudio, 
 
 Clan, “Benedicke didft thou note the daughter of Signi- 
 or Beonato ? 
 
 Ben, I noted her not,but I lookr on her. 
 
 Clan. Xs fhe not a modeft yong Ladic ? — 
 
 Ben. Dog you queftion me as an honeft man fhould 
 doe, for my fimple true judgement ? or would you have 
 me {peake after my cuftome,as being a profeffed tyrant to 
 their fexe? 
 
 nh navn HOD ERS RY. PRN CRUE PORE ‘ 
 
 “Much adoe about notbing. 
 
 Claz, No, prethee {peake in fober judgement. é : F 
 Ben. Why yfaith methinkes fhee’s too 1ow for a hig} 
 praife,too browne for a faire praife , and too little forg | 
 great praife,enely this commendation can affoord her 
 that were fhe othér than fhe is, fhee were unhahdfome, 
 and being no other butas fheis,I doe not like her. ee 
 (tan. Thouthink’ft Iam in fport, I pray thee tell mee } \ 
 truely how thou lik’ft her. ; i 
 Ben. Would you buy her,that you caquicr after her? | 
 Clan. Can the world buy fuch a Iewell ? a 
 Ben, Yea,and a cafe to put it into, but {peake you this} 
 witha fad brow ? Or doe you play the flowting Iacke.to | 
 tell us Cupid is a good. Hare-finder, and Vulcan a rate} | 
 Carpenter : Come,in what Key fhall a man take you to} — 
 goe In the fong? : EYE 
 Claw, In mine eye, the is the {weeteft Ladie that ever! | 
 lookt on. ‘ 
 Ben. I canfee yet without Spectacles, and I fee no} 
 fuch matter ; there's her Cofin, and fhe were not poffet 
 with afury , exceedes her as much in beautie,as the firft | 
 of May doth the laft of December : but I hope you have 
 no intent to turne husband, have you? nets 
 Claw. I would fcarce trult my felfe, thoughI kad | 
 {wornethe contrary, if Hero would be my wife. = | 
 Ben. It come tothis? in faith hath not the worldone | _ 
 man bat he will weare his cap with fufpition ? fhall Tne. | 
 ver fee a Batchellor of threefcore againe ? goe to yfaith, 
 and thou wilt needes thruft thy necke into a yoke , weare 
 the print of it,and figh away fundayes : looke Don Pedro| 
 is returned to feeke you, re 
 
 Enter Don Pedro,lohn the Baftara: 
 
 Pedy. What fecret hath held you here ; that you fok| 
 lowed not to Leonatoes ? *. ee 
 ris I would your Grace would conftraine mee to | 
 tells. ; 
 Pedro. I chargethee on thy allegeance. 
 Ben. Youheare, Count Clawdio, I can be fecret asa} 
 dambe man, I would have youthinke fo ( but on mya 
 leageance , marke youthis, on my allegeance ) hee isin 
 love, With whom ? now that is your Graces part : marke | _ 
 how fhort his anfwer is, with Hero, Leonatots fhort| 
 daughter. eS 
 Clan, If this were fo,fo were it uttred. 
 Ben. Like the old Tale,my Lord, itis not fo, nor twas 
 not fo : but indeed ,God forbid it fhould be fo. i 
 (law. If my paffion change not thortly, God forbidit 
 fhould be otherwife, : | 
 Padi ‘Amen,if you love her,for the Lady is very well} — 
 worthy, Be: 
 (lan. You fpeake this tofetchmein,my Lord. - 
 Fedro. By my troth I {peake my thought. 
 Claz, And in faith, my Lord, {poke mine: Ki 
 Ben. Andby my two faiths and troths, my Lord, 1| 
 {peake mine. . cen 
 Clas. That I love her,! feele; a 
 Ped. That the is worthy,I know: i: 
 Ben. That I neither feele how thee fhould bee lo e- 
 ved, nor know how fhe fhonld be worthy , is the} — 
 Po eg fire cannot melt out of me,I wildie in itatthe | 
 ake. : a6 
 Ped. Thou watever anobftinate Heretique in thede-| 
 fpight of Beauty. “Cea 
 Clan. And never could maintaine hispart, but in the | 
 force of his will. . ‘it : 
 
ee 
 
 ; ; ‘ eke — 
 
 Much adoe about Nothing. 
 
 103 
 
 ene, Thata woman conceived me;I thanke her : that 
 the brought me up, I likewife give her molt humble 
 thankes : but that I will have a rechate winded in my 
 forehead, or hang my buglein att invifible baldricke, all 
 wortien fhall pardon me : becatife I will notdoe them the 
 wrong to miftruft any, I willdoe my felfe the right to 
 truft none: and the fineis,(for the which I may goc the 
 finer.) I will live a Batchellor. : 
 
 Pedro. 1 fhall eethee eve I dye, looke pale withlove, 
 
 Bene. Withanger, with fickenefle, or with hunger, 
 ‘my lord, not withlove: prove that ever I loofe more 
 blood withlove, then I will get againe with drinking, 
 — out mine eyes with a Ballet-makers penne; and 
 
 ang me up at the doore of abrothel-houfe for the figne 
 of blind Cupid. ait 
 
 Pedro. Well, if ever thou dooft fall from this faith, 
 thou wilt prove a notable argument. 
 
 Bene, If doz, hang me in bottle like a Cat,and fhoot 
 at me, and he that hit’s me ,let him be clapt on the fhoul- 
 der, and cal’d Adam. . : 
 
 Pedro. Well,as time fhall try: In time the favage 
 Bull doth beare the yoake. 
 
 Bene. The favage bull may, but if ever the fenfible 
 Benedicke beare it, plucke off the bulles hornes, and fet 
 them in my forehead , and let me be vildely painted,and 
 in fuch great Letters as they write, heere is good horfe 
 to hire: let them fignifie under my figne, here you may 
 fee Benedicke the married man. 
 
 Clan. \fthis fhould ever happen, thou wouldft bee 
 horne mad. Boa 
 
 Pedro, Nay, if Cupid have not {pent all his Quiver in 
 Venice, thou wilt quake for this fhortly. 
 
 Bewe. I looke for an earth quake too then. ; 
 
 Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the houres, in 
 the meane time, good Signior Benedicke, repaireto Lea- 
 natoes, commend me to him, and tellhim I will not faile 
 him at fupper, for indeed he hath made great preparati- 
 on. 
 
 Bene. Uhavealmoft matter enough in me for fuch an 
 Embaflage, and fo I commit you. aa 
 
 Claw. Tothe tuition of God, From my houle, ifI had 
 it. 
 
 Pedro, The fixt of Jw/y. Your loving friend ,Benedicke. 
 
 Bene. Nay mockenot, mocke not ; the body of your 
 difcourfe is fometime guarded with tragments, and the 
 guardes are but flightly bafted on neither, ere you flout 
 old ends any further, examine your confcience, and fo I 
 leave you. Exit. 
 
 (lax. My Leige, your Highnefle now may doe mee 
 
 ood, 
 
 . Pedro. My love is thine to teach, teach it bat how, 
 And thou fhaltfee how apt it isto learne 
 Any hard Leffon that may doe thee good. 
 
 Clan, Hath Leonato anyfonnemy lord? 
 
 Pedro. No child but Hero, fhe’s his onely heire. 
 Doft thou affect her Clamdio ? 
 
 Clax, O my lord, ; 
 
 When you went onward on this ended action, 
 
 I look’d upon her witha fouldierseye, 
 
 That lik’d, but hada rougher taske in hand, 
 Thanto drive liking to the name of love : 
 
 But now Ll amreturn’d, and that warre-thoughts - 
 Have left their places vacant : in their roomes, 
 Come thronging foft and delicate defires, 
 
 All prompting me how faire yong Herots, 
 
 Saying [ lik’d her ere went to warres. 
 
 Pedro. Thou wilt be like alover prefently; 
 And tire the hearer with a booke of words : 
 If thou doftlove faire Here, cherith it, 
 And I will breake with her ; waftnot to this end; 
 That thov begantt to twift fo fine a ftory ? 
 Clan. How {weetly doe you minifter to love, 
 That know loves griefe by his complexion ! 
 Butleft my liking might too fodaine {eeme; 
 I would have falu’d it with a longer treatife. 
 
 Pedro. What need the bridgemuch broder then the 
 The faireft grant is the neceflity : (flood? 
 Looke what will ferve,is fit: “tis once, thou loveft; 
 And I will fit thee with the remedy, 
 
 I know we fhall have revelling to night, 
 
 I willaffume thy part in fome difguife, 
 
 And tell faire Here lam Claudio, 
 
 And in her bofome He unclafpe my heart; 
 
 And take her hearing prifoner with the force 
 
 And {trong incounter of my amorous tale : 
 
 Then after, to her father will I breake, 
 
 And the cenclufion is, fhe fhall bethine, 
 
 In practife let us put it prefentlys  Exeunt. 
 Exter Leonato and an old man, brother to Leonato. 
 
 Leo. How now brother, whereis my cofen your fon : 
 hath he provided this muficke ? 
 
 O/d. He is very bufie about it, but brother, I cantell 
 you newes that you yet dreamtnot of. 
 
 Le. Arethey good? 
 
 Old. Asthe event ftampesthem, but they havea good 
 cover : they thew well outward: the Prince and Count 
 Clandio walking in athicke pleached alley inmy orchard, 
 were thus over-heard by a man of mine; the Prince dit 
 covered to Clandiethat heloved my neece your daugh® 
 ter, and meant to acknowledgeit this night in a dance, 
 and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the 
 
 of it 
 Te. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this 2 
 Ola. A good fharpe fellow, I will fend for him, and 
 
 | queftion him your {elfe. 
 
 Leo, No, no : we will hold it asa dreame,tifl ic appeare 
 it felfe : but I will acquaint my daughter withall that the 
 may be the better prepared for anfwer, if peradventure 
 this betrue: goe you and tell her of it : cofins, youknow 
 what you have todee, OI cry you mercy friend, goe 
 you with meand I willufe your skill, good cofin have 
 acare this bufie time. Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Sir Lohn the Baftard,and (onvade his comspanion. 
 
 Con. Whatthe good yeere my Lord, why aré youthiis 
 out of meafimre fad ? 
 
 Jobn. There isno meafure in the occafion that breeds, 
 therefore the fadneffe is without limit. 
 
 (. You fhould heare reafon. ee 
 
 ea And when I have heard it, what blefling brin- 
 geth it? 
 
 Con. Ifnotaprefent remedy, yet a patient fufferance, 
 
 Tok: I wonder that thou (beingas thou faift thou art, 
 
 borne under Satsrne) goelt aboutto apply a mortall me- 
 dicine, toamortifying mifcheife / 1 cannot hide what I 
 am: Imuftbe fad when I have canfe, and fimile at no 
 mans jefts; eate when I have ftomacke, and wait forno } 
 mans leifure : fleepe when lam cdrowfie; and tend on no 
 mans bufineffe;laugh when J am merry, and claw no man 
 in his humour. : 
 (om. Yeas bat youmuft not make the fulll fhow of this 
 till you may doe it without controllmient, you ass of 
 ate |. 
 
 prefent timeby the top, and inftantly breake with you 
 
eMucha 
 
 fate ftood out againft your brother, and he hath tane 
 you newly into his grace, where it ts impoffible you 
 {hould take root, but by the faire weather that you make 
 your felfe,it is needful that you framethe feafon for your 
 owne larveft. j 
 | Iobu. had rather bea canker ina hedge, then a rofe 
 in his grace, andi better fitsmy bloud tobe difdain dof 
 all, then to fafhion a carriage to rob love from any:in this 
 (though I cannot be faid to be a flattering honeft man) 
 it mutt not be denyed but I ama plaine dealing villaine, I 
 am trufted witha muffell, and enfranchifde with a clog, 
 therefore I have decreed, not to fing in my cage: if I had 
 | my month, I would bite: if I had my liberty, I would do 
 my liking :in the meanetime, let me be that ‘I am, and 
 feeke not to alter me. 
 (on. Can you make no ufe of your difcontent ? 
 John. I will make all ufe of it, for I ufe it only: 
 Who comes heere ? what newes Borachia. 
 
 Enter Borachio. : 
 
 Bor. I came yonder from agreat fupper, the Prince 
 
 your brother is royally entertained by Leonate, andI can 
 give vou ifttelligence ofan intended marriage, 
 
 John. Witlit ferve for any Modell to build mifcheife 
 
 on? What is he fora foole that betrothes himfelfe to un- 
 uietueke ? : 
 : Bor. Marry itis your brothers right hand. ~~ 
 
 Tobn. WV ho, the moft exquifite Claudio? 
 
 Bor, Even he ; : 
 
 Tohu:. A proper fariieg,and who, and who, which way 
 lookes he ? aS 
 
 Bor, Marry on Hero,the daughter and Meire of Leo- 
 #ato. 
 
 Tobn. A very forward March-chicke, how come you 
 tothis ? 
 
 Bor, Being entertain d for a perfumer, asI was {moa- 
 king amufty roome, comes me the Prince and Claudio, 
 hand in hand in fad conference : | whipt behind the Ar- 
 ras, and there heard it agreed upon,that the Prince fhould 
 wooe Hero for himfelfe, and having obtained’d her,give 
 her to Count (landio. 
 
 John. Come, come, letus thither this may prove food 
 tomy difpleafure, that young ftart-up hath all the glory 
 of my overthrow : if{ cancroffe him any way, I bleffe 
 my felfeevery way; you are both fure, and will affitt 
 me? : 
 
 (our. To the death my Lord. 
 
 Jobn, Letusto the great fapper, their cheere is the 
 gveater that I am fubdued, would the Cooke were of my 
 mind : fhall we goe prove what’s to be done? 
 
 Ber. We'll wait‘upon your lordthip. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Altus Secundus. 
 
 ae 
 
 Enter Leonato, his brother, his wife, Hero his dasghter, and 
 Beatrice bis neece , and 4 kinfman. 
 
 Leona. Was not Count Joba here at fupper ? 
 Brot. 1 {aw him not. 
 | Beat. Howtartly that Gentleman lookes, I never can 
 fee him, but I am heart-burn’d an houre after. 
 Hero. He is of a very melancholy difpofition. 
 
 _ 
 
 doe about Nothing 
 
 Beat. He were anexcellent manthat were made. jaftin| 
 the mid-way betweene him and Benedicke, the one is 100 | 
 like an image and fayes nothing, andthe other too like | 
 my Ladies eldeft fonne, evermore tatlings 5. 
 
 Leon. Then halfe Signior Benedickes tongue in Copnt| 
 Johus mouth, and halfe Count Jehns melancholy in Sig f 
 nior Benedsckes face mane 
 
 Beat, Withagood legge, anda good footunckle, and} 
 money cnoughin hispurfe; {uch a man would winneany 
 woman inthe world, if he could get her good will, | 
 
 Leon, By my troth Neece, thou wilt never get theea} 
 husband, if chou be fo fhrewd of thy tongue. 
 
 Brot. Intaith the’s toocurft. . 
 
 Beat. Too curft is more then curft, 1 thall leffen Gods 
 
 fending that way : for it is faid, God feadsa curft Cow : 
 
 “f 
 
 fhort hornes, butto a Cow too curft he fends none. _ 
 Leon. So, by being too curt, God will fend you 
 hornes. 
 
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 ath no} 
 
 Beat. What fhould I doe with him? drefle him in} 
 my apparell, and make him my waiting gentlewoman?he | 
 that hatha beard, is more thena youth: and hethathath| 
 no beard, isleflethena mans andhe that is morethena| 
 youth, isnotfor me: and he thatisleffe thenaman,lam} 
 not for him ; therefore I willeven take fixepence in ear | 
 neft of the Berrord, and leade his Apes into hell. 
 
 Leos, Well then, goe you into hell. 
 
 Beas. No, but tothe gate, and there will the Dey: 
 meete me like an old Cuckold with hornes on his head, 
 and fay, get youto heaven Beatrice, get you to heaven 
 hecre’sno place for you maids, fo deliver Lup my Apes,} 
 and away to Saint Peter: for the heavens, hethewes me | 
 where the Batchellers fit, and there live weas merry as} 
 
 the day is long. 
 Brot. Wellneece, I truft 
 ther. i 
 Beat. Yes faith, it is my cofens duty to make curt | 
 fie, and fay, as itpleafe you: but yet for all thar cofin,ler| 
 him bea handfoine fellow, or elf make an other curtfie, | 
 and fay ,father,as.itpleafes me. ey 
 "Leon, Wellneece,I hope to fee you one day fitted with | 
 a busband, A 
 Beate Not till God make men of fome other mettall | 
 thenearth, would it not grievea womanto be overma | _ 
 ftred witha peece of valiant duft? tomake account of | 
 her life to a clod of wayward marle? no uncle, ile none: | 
 Adams fonnes ate my brethren, and truly I hold it afinne | 
 to match in my kinred, i 
 Leon. Danghterj, remember what I told you, ifthe | — 
 ce doe folicit you inthat kind, you know your ale} 
 wer. : 
 
 Beat. The fault willbe in the muficke cofin, 
 be not wood in good time: ifthe Prince be too impor | 
 tant, tell him there is meafiare in every thing, and fodance | 
 out the anfwer, for heare me Hero, wooing, wedding,and | ' 
 repenting, 18 asaScotch jigge, a meafure, and a cinques | 
 pace: the firft fuite is horand hafty like a Scotch jigge | 
 (and full as fantafticall) the wedding mannerly model 
 (as a meafure) ful of ftateand aunchentry,and then comes | _ 
 repentance, and with his bad legs falls into the cinque- | 
 pace fafter and fafter, till he finkes into his grave. ‘1 
 
 you will be rul'd by youre | 
 
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 — eMeuchadoeabout Nothing 
 
 Leonata, Cofin youapprebend paffing fhrewdly. 
 Beatrice. Uhavea good eye unckle,I can feea Church 
 by day light. . 
 Leos. The revellers are entring brother, make good 
 roome. 
 
 Enter Prince, Pedro,(landio,and Benedicke, and Balthazar, 
 or dnmbe Lohn, Maskers with a dram. ; 
 Pedro. Lady, will yon walke about with your friend ? 
 Hero. Soyou walke foftly, and looke{weetly, and {ay 
 
 nothing, Iain yours for the walke, andefpecially. when 1 
 
 Walke away. 
 
 Pedro, With mein your company, 
 
 Hera, } may fay fo when I pleafe. 
 
 Pedro. And when pleafe you to fay fo? 
 
 Here. When | like your favour, for God. defend: the 
 Lute fhould be like the cafe. : 
 
 Pedro. My vifor is Poilemonsroofe, within the honfe 
 islove. 
 
 Hero., Why then your vifor fhould be thatcht. 
 
 Pedro. Speake low if you {peake Love. 
 
 Benes Well, would you did like me. 
 
 Mar. Sowould not I for your owne fake, for I have 
 many ill qualities. 
 
 Bene, Whichis one ? 
 
 Mar. I fay my prayers aloud. 4 
 
 Bene. Llove you the better,the hearers may cry Amen. 
 
 Mar. God match me witha good dancer. 
 
 Bal. Amen. 
 
 Mar. And God keepe him out of my fight when the 
 danceis done : anfwer Clarke. 
 
 Balt. No more words, the Clarke is anfwered. 
 
 Pr{ala. I know you well enough, you are Signior 4z- 
 thenio. 
 
 ath. Ataword,I am not. 
 
 Vr{ula, 1 know you by the wagling of your head, 
 
 Anth. Torell youtrue, I counterfer him. 
 
 Vrfz. You could never doe him fo ill well, unleffe you 
 werethe very man: here's hisdry hand up and downe, 
 youare he, you are he. 
 
 e-4ntho. Ata word lam not. 
 
 Vrfala. Come, come, doe you thinkeI doe not know 
 you by your excellent wit? can vertue hide it felfe ? goe 
 to, mumme, you are he, graces will appeare, and there’s 
 an end. 
 
 Beat. Will younottell me whotold you fo? 
 
 Bene. No, you flall pardon me. 
 
 Beat. Nor will you tell me who youare? 
 
 Bene, Not now. 
 
 Beat. That I was difdainefull, andthat I had my good 
 witout of the hundred merry tales : well, this was. Signi- 
 or Benedicke that {aid fo. 
 
 Bene. What's he? 
 
 T am fare you know him well enough. 
 
 Bene. Not I, beleve me. 
 
 Beat. Did he never make you laugh? 
 
 Bene. 1 pray you what is he? 
 
 Beas. Why he is the Princeés jeafter, a very dull foole, 
 onely his gift is, in dewifing impoffible flanders, none 
 but Libertines delight in him, and the commendation is 
 notin his wit, but in his villany, for hee both pleafeth 
 men and angers them, and then they langh at him, and 
 beat him; Iam fureheis in the Fleet, 1 would he had 
 boorded me. 
 
 ‘Bene, When] know the Gentleman, Ile tell him what 
 you fay. 
 
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 Beat. Doe, doe, hee'l but breake a comparifon or two 
 on me; which peradventure (not markt, or not laugh’d 
 at) {trikes him into melancholly, andthen there’sa Par- 
 tridge wing faved, forthe foole willeate no fupper that 
 night.. We mutt follow the Leaders, 
 
 Bene, Inevery good thing. 
 
 Bea. Nay, if they leade to any ill, [will leave them at 
 the next turning. Exeant. 
 Muficke for the dance. 
 
 Tohn. Sure sy brother isamorous on Here, and hath 
 withdrawne her father to breake with himaboutit : the | 
 Ladies, follow her,and but one vifor remaines. 
 
 Bora. Andthatis (laudio, 1 know him by his bea- 
 ring. 
 
 John. Are not you fignior Benedicke ? 
 
 (lax. Youknow me well, 1 am he. 
 
 John. Signior, you are very neere my brother in his 
 love, he is enamor’d on Hero, 1 pray you diffwade him 
 from her, fhe is no equall for his birth : you may doe the 
 part of an honef man init. 
 
 (ax. How know you he kovesher? 
 
 John. ‘heard him {weare his affection: 
 
 Bora. So did I too,and he {wore he would marry her 
 to night. 
 
 John, Come, let usto the banquet. Exit. maet.. Clan, 
 
 (law. Thasan{wer Lia name of Benedicke, 
 
 But hearethefe ilknewes with the eares of Claudio: 
 
 "Tis certaine fo, the Prince wooes for himfelfe : 
 
 Friendfhip is conftant in all other things, 
 
 Save inthe Office and affaires of love ; 
 
 Therefore all hearts in love ufe theif owne tongues, 
 
 Let every eye negotiate for it felfe, 
 
 And truit no Agent ; for beauty isa witch, 
 
 Againft whofe charmes, faith melteth into blood : 
 
 This isan accident of hourely proofe, 
 
 Which I miftrufted not. Farewell therefore Here. 
 Enter Bened:cke. 
 
 Bene. Count Claudio. 
 
 Clan. Yeathe fame. 
 
 Bone. Come, will you goe with me ? 
 
 (lan. Whither ? 
 
 Bene. Even tothe next Willow,about your owne bu- 
 finefle, Count. What fathion will you weare the Gar- 
 land off ? About your necke, like an Viurers chaine ? Or 
 under your arme, like a Lieutenants {carfe? You muft 
 weare it one way, for the Prince hath got your Here, 
 
 Clan. I wifh him joy of her. ° 
 
 Bene. Why that’s fpoken like an honeft Drovier, fo 
 they fell Bullockes : but did youthinke the Prince would 
 have ferved you thus ? . : 
 
 Clax. I pray you leave me. 
 
 Bene. Ho no ! you ftrike like the blindman, ‘twas the 
 boy that ftole your meate, and you'll beat the poft. 
 
 (lax. lf it will notbe, Ile leave you. Exit. 
 
 Bene. Alaspoore hurt foule, now will he creepe into 
 fedges : but that my Lady Beatrice fhould know me,and 
 not knew mee: the Princes foole! Har It may bel goe 
 under that title, becaufe I am merry : you but fo I am 
 apt to doe my felfe wrong : Iam not fo reputed, itis the 
 bafe (though bitter) difpofition of Beatrice, that put’s 
 the world into her perfon, and fo gives me out : well, Ie 
 be revenged as I may. 
 
 Enter the Prince, 
 Pedro. Now Signior, where's the Count, did you fee 
 him ? : ‘ 
 : Ben. 
 
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eMuuch adoe about nothing. 
 
 Bene. Troth my Lord, I have played the part of Lady 
 Fame, I found him heere as mejancholly asa Lodge in a 
 Warren, I told him,andI thinke, told him truesthat your 
 
 race had gotthe will of this young Lady, and I offered 
 hia my company io a willow tree, either to make hima 
 garland, as being forfaken, orto bind him arod, as be- 
 ing worthy to be whipt. : 
 
 Pedro. Tobe whipt, what’s his fault ? 
 
 Bene. The flat tranfgreffion of a Schoole-boy, who 
 being over-joyed with finding a birds neft, fhewes it his 
 companion, and he fteales tt. 
 
 Pedro. Wiltthou make a truft, a tranfgreffion ? the 
 tranfpreffion isin the ftealer. 
 
 Sen Yer it had not beene amiffe the rod had beene 
 made,and the garland too, for the garland he might have 
 worne him(elfe, and the rod he might have befto wed on 
 yoy, who (as I take it) have ftolne his birds neft. 
 
 Pedro, Lwill butteach them to fing, and reftore them 
 tothe owner. : ‘ 
 > Bene. If their finging anfwer your faying, by my faith 
 you fay honeftly. 
 
 Pedro. The Lady Beatrice hath aquarrell to you, the 
 Gentleman that danft with her, told her fhe is much 
 wrong dby you. 
 
 Bene. © fhe mifutde me paftthe indurance of a blocke: 
 an oake but with one greene leafeon it, would have an- 
 (wered her: my very vifor began toaflumelife, and {cold 
 with her :: fhe told mee, not thinking I had teene my 
 felfe, that Iwas the Princes Iefter, and that I was duller 
 then agreat thaw, hudling jeftapon jeft; with fuch im- 
 poffible conveiance upon me, that I {tood like a man ata 
 marke, with a whole army {hooting at me: fhe {peakes 
 poynyards, and every word ftabbes : ifher breath were. 
 as terrible as terminations, there were no living necre 
 her, fhe would inteétto the north ftarre: I would not 
 marry her though fhe were indowed with all that 4dam 
 had left him before hetranfgreft, fhe would have made 
 Hercules have turnd {pit, yea, and have clefthis club to 
 make the fire too : come, talke not of her, you fhall find 
 her theinferna'l Ate in good apparell. I would to God 
 fome {cho'ler would conyure her, for certainely while fhe 
 isheere, aman may live as quiet in hell,asina fandtuary, 
 and people finne upon purpole, becaufethey would goc 
 thither, fo indeed all difquiet; horror, and perturbation 
 followes her. 
 
 Enter Claudio, and Beatrice, Leonato, Hera. 
 - Peare. Lookeheere fhe comes. 
 
 Bene. Will your Grate command me any fervice to 
 the worlds end ?1 will goe on the flighteft arrand now 
 tothe Antypodes that youcah devife to fend me on: I 
 will fetch youa tooth-picker now from the furtheft inch 
 of Afia : bting you the length of Prefer Fobns foot : fetch 
 
 7ou.a haire off the great Chams beard: doe you any em- 
 
 aflage to the Pigmics, ratherthan hold three words 
 conference, withthis Harpy : you haveno employment 
 for me? : 
 
 Pedro. None, but to defire your good company. 
 
 Bene. OGod fir, heeres adifhI love nor, I cannot in- 
 durethis Ladyes tongue. Exit. 
 
 Pedro. Comme Lady, come, you haveloft the heart of 
 Signior Benedicke, =o 
 
 Beat. Indeed my lord,, he lent it me a while, and I 
 gave himufe for it, adouble heart for a fingle one,marry 
 once before he wonne it of me,with falfe dice, therefore 
 your Grace may well fay 1 have loft ir. 
 
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 Pedro. You have put him downe Lady, you have p 
 him downe. 
 Beat, So Lwould not he fheuld doe me, my lord, 
 I fhould preovethe mother of fooles: 1 have broug 
 Count Clavdio, whom you fent me to feeke. - 
 Pedro. Why how now Count, wherefore are you fad 
 (las. Not fad my lord. 
 Pedro, How then? ficke? 
 Clan. Neither, my lord. ; 
 Beat. The Count is neither fad, nor ficke, nor me; 
 nor well : but civill Count, civill as an Orange,andf 
 thing of a jealous complexion. 
 Pedro. Mfaith Lady, I thinke your blazon to be true, |” | 
 though I be fworne, if he bee fo, his conceit is falfes| — 
 heere (Yaudio, ‘have wooed inthy name, and faire Ht 
 is won, I have broke with her father, and his good will 
 obtained, name the day of marriage, and God give thes | 
 joys : oe 
 Leona. Count, take of me my daughter, and with her} 
 my fortunes: his grace hath madethe match,and all grace | | 
 fay, Amen to it, : Sig 
 Beat. Speake Count; tis your Qu: | 
 Clan. Stlttice is the perfecteft Herault of joy, 1 were 
 butlittle happy ifI couldfay, how much? Lady,as you} 
 aremine, lam yours, I give away my felfe for you, and 
 doat upon the exchange. —, . Pp 
 Beat. Speake cofin, or (if you cannot) ftop his mouth | 
 witha kiffe, and let not him {peake neither. ; 
 Fedro. Infaith Lady you have a merry heart. ‘ia 
 Beats Yeamy lord Ithanke it, poore foole it keepes | 
 on the windy fide of care, my cofin tells him in his care) 
 that he is in my heart. i 
 (law. And{o fhe dothcofin. es | 
 Beat. Good lord for alliance : thus goes every one | 
 to the world but I, and I am fun-burn’d, I may fitina cor | 
 ner and cry, heigh ho for a husband, eae 
 Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. q 
 Beats I would rather have one ot your fathers getting: | 
 hath your Grace ne’re a brother like you? your father 
 got excellent husbands, if'amaid could come by them. | 
 Prince. Willyouhaveme? Lady. sat 
 Beat. No, my lord,ualeffe I might have ‘another for 
 working-dayes, your Grace is too coftly to weareevery | 
 day : but I befeech your Grace pardonme, I wasbome) 
 to {peake all mirth, and no matter. Bee 
 Prince. Your filence moft offends me; and to bemier-) 
 ry, beft becomes you, for ont of queftion,you were boint | 
 inamerry houre ie 
 Beat. No furemy lord, my mother cryed, but then | | 
 there wasa ftarre dantt, and under that was I borne :¢0> | 
 fins God giveyon joy. ze 
 a Necce,will youlookete thofe things I told you | | 
 of? | 
 Beat. I cry you mercy Vacle, by your Graces pardot | 
 Exit Beatrice.) — 
 Prince. By my trotha pleafant {pirited Lady. eae 
 Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in het 
 mylord; fheisnever fad, but when fhe fleepes, and not) | 
 ever fad then :for I have heard my daughter fay, fhe hath) 
 often dreamt of unhappineffe, and wai ¢ her felfe with | 
 laughing. : a 
 Pedro. Shee cannotindure toheare tell ofa husband | 
 Leon. O; by no meanes, themockes all her wooers out | 
 of fuite. : - 
 Princes She werean excellent wife for Benedickee 
 Leona. O lord, my lord, itthey were buta weeke mat’ | 
 ried, | 
 
 aera | 
 
 oh 
 Rt 
 
‘maried, they would talke themfelves mad. 
 
 Prince, Count (audio, when meane you ta goe to 
 Church ? : 
 
 (las. Tomorrow my Lord, Time goes on crutches; 
 till Love have all his rites. 
 
 Leona. Not till monday, my deare fonne, which is 
 hence ajutt {even night,and a time too briefe too,to have 
 all things anfwer mind. 
 
 Prince. Comte, you fhaketthe head at fo long a brea. 
 thing, but I warrant thee C/axdio, the time thall not goe 
 dally byus, 1 willin the satersm, undertake ore of Her- 
 oules labours,which is,to bring Signior Benedicke and the 
 Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection, th’one with 
 th’other, 1 would faine haveit a match, andI doubt not 
 but to fafhion it, if you three will but minifter fuch afli- 
 {tance as I fhall give you direétion. 
 
 Leova. My lord, Iam for you, though itcoft me tea 
 nights watchings, 
 
 Clan. Andi my lord. 
 
 Prin. And you too gentle Hero ? 
 
 Hero. 1 will doe any modeft orfice, my lord, to helpe 
 my cofin toa good husband. 
 
 Pris, And Benediske is not the unhopefulleft husband 
 
 lait | thar I know :thns farre can Ipraife him, heis of a noble 
 foc {traine, of approved valour,and confirm’d honefty. I will 
 
 _ | teach you how to humour your cofin, that fhe fhall fall 
 pli 1 in love with Benedicke, and 1, with yourtwo helpes, will 
 fo practife on Benedicke, that in defpight of his quicke 
 ii | wit, and his queafie ftomacke, he fhail fall in love: with 
 tit | Beatrice: if wecandoe this, (upéd is no longer an Ar- 
 
 cher, his glory fhall be ours, for we are the onely love- 
 gods, gocin with me,and I will tell you my drift.Eveunt. 
 Enter Ioha ana Borachie. 
 
 Toh. Tt is fo,the Count ¢ anaio fhall marry the daugh- 
 ter of Leonate, 
 
 Bora. Yea my lord, but I can croffeit. 
 
 John. Any barre,any croffe, any impediment, will be 
 medicinable tome, Iam ficke indifpicafure to him, and 
 whatfoever comes athwart his affection, ranges evehly 
 with mine, how canft thou crofle this marriage ? 
 
 Bor. Not honeftly my lord, butfo covertly, that no 
 
 ‘git | difhonefty fhall appeare in me, 
 swe lob. Shew me briefely how. _- 
 
 1 Bor, Ithinke I told your lordfhip a yeere fince, how 
 | much J am in the favour of Margarer, the waiting gentle- 
 jot | WOMAN to Hero, P 
 ie John. I remember. 
 
 Bor. I can at any unfeafonable inftatit of the night, ap- 
 4, point her tolooke out at her Ladies chamber window. 
 ha Tohn. What lifeis in that, to be the death of this mar- 
 riage ? 
 r Bor. Thepoyfon of that lyes in you to tempery gee 
 p you to the Prince your brother ,fpare not to tell him,that 
 
 a he hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned 
 # y | Claadio, whole eftimation doe you mightily hold up,toa 
 is contaminated fiale, fucha one as Here: 
 
 s) P Iobn, What proofe fhall I make of that ? 
 re Bor. Proofe enough, to mifufe the Prince, fo vexe 
 sit (Claudio, to undoe, Hero,and kill Leonato, looke you for a- 
 
 af ny other iflue ? q 
 
 t! lobw, Quely todefpight them, I will endeavour any 
 | thing, | 
 
 rd Bor. Goethen, fad me a mecte houre, to draw o1 
 
 i” =} Pedroandthe Count (%endio alone, tell them that you 
 
 know that Heroloves me, intend a kind of zeale. bor 
 to the Princeand Clavdio(as in a love of your brothers 
 
 «Much adoe about Nothing. 
 
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 honor who hath made this miatth) and his friends repu- 
 tation, who is thuslike tobe cofen’d with the femblance 
 ofa maid,that you have difcover'd thus: they will {carce- 
 ly beleevethis without trigll ; offer them inftances which 
 fhall beare no lefle likelyehood; than te fee me at her 
 chamber windew, Heare me call Adargaret; Hero ; heare 
 Margaret terme me Claudio, and bring thera to fee this 
 the very night before the ‘intended wedding, for. in the } . 
 meanetime, I will fo fafhionthe matter, that Hero fhall 
 be abfent, and there hall appeare fuch {eeming truths of 
 Heroes difloyalty, that jealoufie thall be call'd: affurance, 
 aod allthe preparation ouerchrowne- velvet’ 
 
 Toba. Grow this to what adverfe iflue it can, I wall put 
 it in practife : be cunningin the working, this, and thy 
 feeis athoufand ducates. 
 
 my cun- 
 
 Bor, Bethouconftant inthe accufation, and 
 ning fhallnot fhame me. ¢ 
 
 Tobn. Iwill preferitly goe learne their day of marri- 
 age. E xit. 
 
 Enter Benedicke alone. 
 
 Bene. Boy. 
 
 Boy . Signior. 
 
 Bene. Inmy chamber window liesa.booke, bring it }- 
 hither to me in the orchard. 
 
 Boy. 1am heere already fir. Exit. 
 
 Bene. {know that, butL would have thee hence, and 
 heereagaine, I doe much wonder, that.one man fecing 
 how muchanother manis a foole, when he dedicates his 
 behaviours to love, will after he hath laught. at fuch 
 fhallow follies in others, become the argument of his 
 owne'fcorne, by falling inlove,and fucha man 13 Claudio, 
 [have knowne when tli¢re was no sauficke with him but 
 the drum and the fife, and now had he rather heare the 
 taber andthe pipe: 1 have knowne when he would have 
 walkt ten mile afoot, to {ce a good armor,and now will 
 he lyeten nights awake carving the fathion of a new dub- 
 let she was wont to {peake plaine.and to the purpofe(like 
 an honeft man and a fonldier ) and now is he turn’d ortho- 
 graphy, his words area very fantaflicall banquet, juftfo 
 many ftrange difhes: may 1 be fo converted,and fee with 
 thefeeyes? I cannot tell, I thinke not : I will not bee 
 {worne, but love may transforme me to an oyfter,but Ile 
 take my oath onit, till he have made an oyfter of me, he 
 fhall never make me fuch afoole : one woinan is faire, yet 
 Iam well: another is wife, yet 1am well: another vertu- 
 ous, yetI am well; buttillall gracesbe in one woman, 
 one woman fhall not come in my grace : rich the fhall 
 be, that’scertaine : wifé, or Ile none ; vertuous, or Ile 
 never cheapen her: faire,or Ile never looke on her:milde, 
 or come not neere me : Noble, or not foran Angell: of 
 good diftourfe : an excellent Mufitian, and her haire fhall 
 be of what colour it pleafe God, hah the Prince and 
 Monfieur Love, I willhide me inthe Arbor: 
 
 Enter Priace, Leonate, ( laudio, and Iacke Wilfor, 
 Princ. Come, shall we heare this muficke ? 
 Cland. Ycamy good lord : how ftillthe evening 1s, 
 
 Ashufht on purpofetograce harmony. 
 
 Prin. See you where Benedicke hath hid hitn{tlfe ? 
 Clan. Overy well my lord : the muficke ended , 
 
 We'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth. 
 Princ. Come Balthazar, we'll heare that fong agaife. 
 Balth. © good my lord; taxe not fo bada voyce, 
 
 To flander muficke any more then orice. 
 
 Ca ear Prince. 
 
Prince, It is the witneffe ftill of excellency, 
 To puta flrange face on his owne perfection, 
 I pray thee fing, and let me wooe no mores | 
 Bath. Becaule youtalke of wooing, I will fing, 
 Since many a wooer doth commence his fait, 
 Toher he thinkes not worthy, yet he wooes, 
 Yet will he4weare he loves. 
 Prince. Nay pray thee come, 
 Orif thou wilt hold longer argument, 
 Doe it in notes. 
 Raith. Notethis before my notes, 
 There’s not anote of mine that’s worth thenoting. 
 Prince. Why thefe are very crotchets that he {peakes, 
 Note notes forfooth, andnothing. £3 
 Bene. Now divine ayre, now is his foule ravifht, is it 
 not ftrange that feepes guts fhould hale foules out of 
 mens bodies ? well, a horne for my money when all’s 
 done. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 Sigh no more Ladies, figh ne more, 
 (Men were deceiversever, — 
 
 One foote in Sea, and one on fhore, 
 To onething constant never: 
 
 Then figh uot fo, but let them gor, 
 Aud be you blithe and bonny, 
 Converting all yours founds of woe, 
 Into bey nony, nony. 
 
 Sing no more ditties, fing no more ; 
 Of dumps fo dull and beavy, 
 
 The frandof men were ever fo, 
 Since fummer firft was leavy, 
 
 Then fich not fo ce 
 
 Prince. By my trotha good fong. 
 
 Bakh. Ani anill finger, wy lord. 
 
 Prince, Ha, no, no, fuith, thou fingft well enogh for 
 a fhift. 
 
 Beue. And he had beene adog that fhould have howl’d 
 thus, they would have hang’d him, and I pray God his 
 bad voyce bode no mifchiete, I had as leife have heard 
 the night-raven, come what plague could have come af- 
 ter it. i 
 
 Prince. Yea marry ,doft thou heare Balthazar? 1 pray 
 thee getus {ome excellent mufick: for to morrow night 
 we would have it atthe Lady Herves chamber window. 
 
 Balth. The beft I can my lord, Exit Balthazar. 
 
 Prince. Doe fo, farewell. Come hither Leonato, what 
 was it youtold me of to day, that your Niece Beatrice 
 was inlové with Signior Bemedicke? 
 
 (lan. OI, ftalke on, ftalke on, the foule fits. I did ne- 
 ver thinke that Lady would have loved any man. 
 
 Leon. No, nor [ neither;but moft wonderfull, that fhe 
 fhould fo dote on Signior Benedicke, whom fhe hath in 
 all outward behaviours feemed ever toabhorre. 
 
 Bene. Isc poffible ? fits the wind in that corner? 
 
 Leon. By my troth my lord, I cannot tell what to 
 thinke of it, but that fhe loves him with an inraged effe- 
 tion, itis paft che infinite of thought. 
 
 ‘Prince. May be fhe doth but counterfeit. 
 
 Claud. Faithlike enough. 
 
 Leon. O God ! counterfeit ? there was never counter- 
 feit of paffion, came fo neere the life of paffion as fhe dif- 
 covers it. . 
 
 | eA uch adoe ice nothings 
 
 | to onethat fhe knew would flout ber: I meafure 
 
 Prince. Why whateffects of pailion fhewes the? |, 
 Cland. Bait the hooke well, the fith will bites 
 Leon. What effects my lord? fhe will fir y 
 heard my daughter tell you how- 
 (land. She did indeed. i i 
 Prin. How, how I pray you? youamazeme, Tw 
 have thought her fpirit had beene invincible againft 
 affaults of affection. Nine eon 
 ~ Eco. Twould have fworneithad, my lord, efpe 
 againtt Benedicke. . 7 
 Bene. I {hould thinke thisa gull, butthat the w 
 bearded felidw fpeakes it : knavery cannot fare hide 
 felfe in fuchreverence. : 
 Cland. He hathtaneth’infe&tion, hold it up. 
 Prince. Hath fhe made her affection knowne to 
 dicke ? 
 Leonato. No;and {weares fhe never will that’s herto 
 ment. 
 Claud, Tis true indeed, fo your daughter fayess ff 
 I,fayes fhe,that have fo oft enicountred hint wathf 
 write to himthat Ilove him ¢ oe 
 Leo This fayes fhee now when fhe is beginningto| 
 write to him,for fhee'll be.up twenty timesa night, 
 there will {he fit in her fmocke, ull fhe have writa 
 of paper : my daughter tells usall. 
 Cla. Now youtalke of afheet of papers I re 
 a pretry jeftyourdaughterteld us oft 
 Leon. © when fhe had writ it, and was readingiti 
 the found Benedicke and Beatrice bctweene the theet 
 Clan. That. x; Fae 
 Leon. © thetoretheletter intoa thoufand halfp 
 raild at her felfe, that fhe fhould be fo immodeft toy 
 
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 memb 
 
 fayes fhe, by my ownefpirit, for I thould flout him 
 writ to me, yeathough I love him, | fhould... 7 
 Clan. Then downeupon her knees fhe ‘falis, wee 
 fobs, beats her heart, teares her hayre, prayes,curles, 
 {weet Benedicke, God giveme patience. 
 Leos, She dothindeed, my danghtes fayes fo, an 
 extafie hath fo much overborne her, that my daughter is) 
 fomettime afeard fhe will doeadefperate out-rage to her 
 felfe, it is very true. 
 Priscs It were good that Benedicke knew of it by. 
 other, if the will not difcover it. ae 
 (tau. To what end ? he would bat make a {port of it |” 
 and torment the poore Lady worfe. oui 
 Priz. And he fhould, it wereanalmes to hang hi 
 fhe’s an excellent {weet Lady, and (out of ali {afpition, 
 fhe is vertuous. 
 Clas. And fhe is exceeding wife, 3 VES 
 Prin. Inevery thing, butin loving Benedicke, 
 Leon. O my lord, wifedome and blond combating’ 
 fo tender a body, we haveten proofes to one, that blo 
 hath the victory, Iam fory for her, as I have jultcaule;| 
 being her Vncle,and hér Guardian. oy 
 Princes I would the had beftowed this dotage on me) 
 I would have daft all other refpeéts, and made her halfe & 
 my felfe: I pray you tell Bewedicke of it,and heare what | 
 he will fay. tage ou 
 Leon. Were it good thinke you? a 
 Cla, Hero thinkes furely he wil} dye,for the fayes the) 
 will dye, ifhelovehernot, and fhe will dye ere {hee 
 make her love knowne, and the willdye if he wooe het, | 
 rather than the will bateene breath of her accuftomed | 
 croffencffe. eT 
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 know all)hatha contemptible fpirit. 
 
 (lau. He is a very proper man, 
 
 Prin. He hath indecda good outward happines. 
 
 Can. Fore Godjand in my minde very wile- 
 
 Prins He doth indeed fhew fomefparkesthatare like 
 Wit. : 
 
 Leon. And Ltake him tobe valiant. 
 
 Prin. As Heétor, 1 affure you, and in the managing of 
 quarrels you may {ee he is wife , for either hee auoydes 
 them with great difcretion , or vndertakes them witha 
 
 - Chriftian like feare- % 
 
 Leon. If hee doe feare God , a mutt neceflarily keepe 
 peace,if hee breake the peace , hee ought to enter into’a 
 quarrell with feare and trembling. 
 
 Prin. And {o will he doe, for the man doth fear God, 
 how/foever it {eemes notin him , by fome large iealts he 
 will make : well, am forry for your niece , {hall we go 
 (ee Benedicke, and tell him of her lone? 
 
 (lana. Neuer tell him, my Lord, let her weare it out 
 with good counfell- 
 
 Leon. Nay that’ simpoffible, fhe may weare her heart 
 
 out firft. 
 
 Prin Well,we will heare further of it by your daugh- 
 ther, let it coole the while. I lone Benedicke well, and I 
 could with he would modeftly examine himfelfe,to fee 
 how much he is vnaworthy to haue fo good a Lady. 
 
 Leon. My Lord, will you walke?dinner is ready. 
 
 (law. 1Ehe do not doat on her vponthis , I will never 
 truft my expectation. 
 
 Prin: Let there be the fame Net fpread for her,and that 
 mutt your daughter and her gentlewoman cary : the 
 {port will be, when they hold onean opinion of anothers 
 dotage,and no {uch matter, that’s the Scene that I would 
 fee, which will be meerely adumbe fhewslet vs fend her 
 to cail him into dinner. Exeun:. 
 
 Bene. This can be no tricke, the conference was fadly 
  borne,they haue the truth of this from Hero,they feeme 
 to pitie the Lady: itfeemes her affections have the full 
 bent: love me? why it mutt be requited : I heare how I 
 am cenfur’d, they fay I will beare my felfe prondly , if I 
 perceiue the love come from her: they fay too,that fhe 
 will rather die than giueany figne of affection:I did ne- 
 ver thinke tomarry ,1 muft not feeme proud, happy are 
 they that heare their detractions , and can put them to 
 mending: they {ay the Lady is faire ,’tis a truth , I-can 
 bearethem witnefle : and vertuous,tis fo , I cannot re- 
 prooue it, and wife, but for louing me;by my troth it is 
 noaddition to her witte , nor no great argument ef ber 
 folly;for 1 wil be horribly in love with her,I may chance 
 haue fomeodde quirkes and remaines of witte broken 
 onme, becaufe'l haue rail’d fo long againit marriage: 
 but doth not the appetite alter?a man loves the meat in 
 his youth, that he cannot indure in his age. Shall quips 
 and fentences, and thefe paper bullets of the braine awe 
 a man from the careere of his humontr ? No , the world 
 muft be peopled. When I {aid I would die a batcheler,I 
 did not think I fhould liue till 1 were maried:here comes 
 Beatrice:by this day, fhee’s a faire Lady,I doe {pie fome 
 markes pf loue in her. 
 
 Eurer Beatrise, 
 
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 Beat. Again my will Lam fent to bid you come in to 
 dinner. ; 
 Bene. Faire Beatrice, I thanke you for your paines. 
 
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 Beat. Ltooke no more paines for thofe thankes, thea 
 you take paines to thanke me, if ichad beene painefull ; I 
 
 | would not haue come. 
 
 Bene. You take pleafure then in the meflage. 
 
 Beat. Yea juit fo muchas you may take upona knives 
 point, and choakea daw withall : you have no ftomacke 
 fignior, fare you well. Exit. 
 _ Bene. Aa, againft my will am fent to bid you come 
 in to dinner : there’s a double meaning in that : I tooke 
 no more paines for thofe thankes then you tooke paines 
 to thanke me, that’s as much as to fay ,any paines that 1 
 take for you is as eafie as thankes : if 1. do not take pitty 
 of her I ama villaine, if I do not love her Lama Jew, I 
 will go get her pictures Exit. 
 
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 eA tlus T ertins. 
 
 Enter Hero and two Gentlemen, Margaret and Urfula, 
 
 Hero, Good (Margaret runne thee to the parlour, 
 There thalt thou finde my Cofin Beatrice, 
 Propoting wih the Prince and ( landio, 
 
 Whifper her eae, and tell her Land Ur(ila 
 Walke in the Orchard, and our whole difcourfe 
 Js all of her, fay thatthon over-hcardit vs, 
 And bid her fteale into the pleached bower, 
 Where hony-fuckles ripened by the fanne; 
 Forbid,the {une to enter : like favourites, 
 Made proud by Princes, that aduance their pride, 
 Againit that power that bred it, there will the hide her, 
 To liften to our purpofe, this isthy orice, > 
 Beare thee well in it, and leave us alone- 
 
 Marg. Ile make he: come I warrant prefently. “Exit, 
 
 Hero. Now Vrfala, when Beatrice doth come, 
 
 As we do trace this alley up and downe, 
 
 Our talke mutt onely be of Benedicke, 
 
 When I do name him, let it bethy part, 
 
 To praife him morethen euer Man did merit, 
 
 My talke to thee muft be how Benedicke 
 
 Is ficke in love with Beatrice : of this matter, 
 
 Is lictle Capids crafty arrow made, 
 
 That onely woundsby heare-fay:now begin, 
 
 Enter, Beairices 
 
 For looke where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs 
 
 Clofe by the ground,to heare our conference: 
 Vrf. The pleafant’{t angling is to fee the fifh 
 
 Cut with her golden ores the filuer {treame, 
 
 And greedily devovre the treacherous baite: 
 
 So angle we for Beatrice, who even now, 
 
 Is couched in the wood-bine coverture, 
 
 Feare you not my part.of the Dialogue: 
 
 Her. Then gp we neare her that her eare lofe nothing, 
 of the falfe {weete baite that we lay for it: 
 No tracly ¥rfula,the is too difdainfull, 
 
 I know her {pirits.are as coy and wilde, 
 As Haggerds of the rocke: 
 r/ula. Butare youfure, 
 | That Benedicke loves Beatrice fo intirely? 
 He:.So faies the Prince,and my new trothed Lord. 
 Vf: And did they bid you tell her of it,Madamé 
 Her: They did intreate me to acquaint her of it, 
 But I perfwaded them, if they loud Benedicke, 
 
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 To with him wraftle with affection, 
 And never to let Beatrice know of it 
 
 Vrfula. Why did you fo, doth notthe Gentleman 
 Deferve as full as fortunate a bed, 
 As ever Beatrice fhall couchupon? 
 
 Héro. O God of love! I know he doth deferve; 
 As much as may beyeelded to a man: 
 But nature never fram’da wotfans heart; 
 OF prowder ftuffe then that of Beatrice + 
 Difdaine and Scorne ride {parkling in her eye; * 
 Mif - prizing what they looke on, and her wit 
 Values it feltefo highly,that to her ' 
 All inatter elfe feemes weake:fhe cannot love, 
 Nortake no fhape nor proiect of affection, 
 Shee is fo felfe indeared. . 
 
 Vrfula. Sure I thinke fo, 
 And therefore certainely it were not good 
 She knew his loue, left {he make {port atit, 
 
 Hero, Why you {peake truth, I never yet faw man, 
 How wife;how noble,yong,how rarely featur’d, 
 But fhe would {pell him backward:if faire fac’d, 
 She would fweare the gentleman fhould be her filter: 
 Ifblacke, why Nature drawing ofan anticke, 
 
 Made a foule blot : if tall a launce ill-headed: 
 
 If Jow,anagot very Vildlie cuts : 
 
 If {peaking,why a vane blowne with all windes, 
 
 If filent, why a blocke moved with none. 
 
 Soturnes fhe every manthe wrong fide out, 
 
 And never givesto Truth and Vertne,that 
 
 Which fimpleneffe and merit purchafeth. . 
 Urfu.Sure, fure,fuch carping is not commiendable. 
 Hero. No, not to be fo odde, and from all fafhions, 
 
 As Beatrice is,cannot be commendable, 
 
 _ But who dare tell her {o? if I fhould {peake, 
 
 She would mocke me’intoayre,O the would laugh me 
 
 Out of my felfe,prefle me to death with wit. *’ 
 
 Therefore let Benedicke like couered fire, 
 
 Confume away in fighes; wafte inwardly: 
 
 It were a bitter death,to die with mockes, 
 
 Which is as bad as-die with tickling. 
 Vefis, Yet tell her of it,heare what fhe will fay. 
 
 Here. No,rather' I will goe to Benedicke, 
 
 And counfaile him to fight againit his paffion, 
 Andtruly He devife fome honett flanders, 
 
 To ftaine my cofia with, one doth net know, 
 How muchan ill word may impoifon liking. 
 
 Urfu. O doe not do your cofin fuch a wrong, 
 
 She cannot'be fo much without true jadgement, 
 Having fo fwift and excellent a wit ; 
 As fhe is prifde to have, as to refufe 
 
 So rarea Gentleman asfignior Benedicke. 
 
 Hero. He isthe oncly man of Italy, 
 
 Alwaies excepted, my deare Clawdio. 
 Vrfu.1 pray you be not angry with me,Madame, 
 
 Speaking my fancy : Signior Benedicke, 
 
 | For thape,for bearing argument and valour, 
 
 Goes formoft in report through Italy. 
 
 Here. Indeed he hathan excellent good naine. 
 
 Vrfu. His excellence did earne it ere he had it: 
 Whenare you married Madame? 
 
 Hero. Why every day to morrow,come goe in, 
 Tle fhew thee fome attires, and have thy counfell 
 Which is the beft to furnith meto morrow. : 
 
 Vrfe.Shee’s tane I warrant you; 
 
 We have canght her Madame? 
 Hero, If it prove fo,then loving goes by haps, 
 
 . | | | - 
 ia eMuch adoe about nothing. 
 
 | and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thin 
 
 Some Cupid kills with arrowes,fome with traps. 
 Beat. What fire is in mine eares?can this be true 
 Stand I condemn’d for. pride and fcorne fo much? 
 Contempt, farewell,and maiden pride ,adews Ta 
 No glory lives behinde the backe of fuch. | 
 And Benedicke,love on, I will requite thee; ig 
 Taming my wilde heart tothy loving hand: x} 
 If thou dott love, my kindeneffe fhall incite thee.) 
 To binde our loves up'in a holy band. ‘ii 
 For others fay thou doft deferve,andI (g 
 Beleeve it better then reportinglys 
 
 Enter Prince, Clasdio,Benedicke,and Leonato. 
 * Prince.1 do but ftay till your marriage beconfimma 
 and then go I toward Arragon= a 
 Clan. Tle bring you thither my Lord, if you'l ve 
 fafe mes eee 
 Prin. Nay, that would be as great a foyle inthe 
 gloffe of your marriage, as to fhew a childe his new 
 and forbid him to weare it , I will onely beebold wit 
 Benedicke for his companie ; for from the crowneof his 
 head,to the fole of his foot, he is all mirth,he hath twice | 
 ot thrice cut Cupids bow-ftring , and the little hang-mag i 
 dare not fhoot at him, he hatha heart as found a4 be i 
 
 his tongue {peakes. . 
 
 ene. Gallants, 1am notas I have bin. 
 
 Leo. So fay I; methinkes you are fadder. 
 
 Clan.\ hope hebein love. ee 
 
 "Prin, Hang him truant, there’s no true msi 
 in himto be truly toucht with love,if he be faa, 
 money. 
 
 Bene. Uhavethe tooth-ach: 
 
 Prin. Draw it: 
 
 Bene. Hang it- 1 oe 
 
 (las. You mutt hang it firft,and draw it afterwards: | 
 
 Prin. What ? fighfor thetooth-ach. oe 
 
 Leon. Where is but ahumour or a worme. oe | 
 
 Bene: Well; every one cannot maifter a griefe,buthee} 
 that has it. 4 
 
 Clan. Yet fay I, he is in love, 3 ea 
 
 Prin. There is noappearance of fanciein him , unl 
 it bea fancy that he hath to ftrange difguifes ,as te beea | 
 Dutchman to day,a Frenchman to morrow : unleffe hee} ~ 
 have a fancy to this foolery,as it appeares heehath, heey ~ 
 no foole for fancy; as you would have it to appeart 
 he his: Me 
 (Yan. \fhe be not in love with fome woman, thereis| 
 no beleeving old fignes , a brufhes his hat a mornings; | 
 What fhouid that bode? ee 
 
 Prin. Hath any man feene himat the Barbers? 
 
 (lan: No,but the Barbers man hath beene feen with | 
 him ,'and the old ornament of his cheeke hath alreadie} 
 ituft tennis balls. pe 
 
 Leon, Indeed he looks yonger than he did, by the lofle | 
 of a beard. ‘ ; , ee 
 
 Prin. Nay a rubs himfelfe with Ciuit , can you {mel 
 
 him out by that? . 
 
 of bloud | 
 he wants | 
 
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 Clan. That’s as muchasto fay, the fweet youth’sin - 
 Prin. Yea,orto paint himfelfe ? for the which I heaté 
 what they fay of him. 
 
 love. 
 
 Prin. The greateft note of itis his melancholy. 
 _ Clas. Nay, but his jefting {pirit, whichis now crept 
 into a lute-ftring,and now govern’dby ftops. j 
 
 Claw. And when was he wontto wath his face? ~ 
 Prime. 
 
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 Much adoe about Nothing. 
 
 Priv. Indeed that tels a heavy tale for him:conclude, 
 ¢ is in love. 
 (lau. Nay, but I know who loves him. 
 Prin, That would 1 know'too; I warrat one that knows 
 him not. 
 Clan. Yes,and his ill conditions,and in defpight of all, 
 
 “dies for him: 
 
 Prin: Shee fhall be buried with her face upwards. 
 
 Bene. Yet is this no charme for the tooth-ake, cid fig- 
 nior , walke afide with mee, I haveftudied eight or nine 
 wife words to {peake to you, which thefe hobby-hortes 
 muft not heare. 
 
 rin, For my life to breake with him about Beatrice. 
 
 Clan.’ Tisevenfo, Hereand Margaret have by this 
 played their parts with Beatrice,and then the two Beare 
 will not bite one another when they meete. : 
 
 Enter Iohn the Baftard. 
 
 Balt. My Lord and brother, God fave you. 
 
 Prin. Good den brother. 
 
 Baft. If your leifure ferv'd, I would fpeake with you. 
 
 Pria.In priuate? 
 
 Baff. It it pleafe you , yet Count Claudio may heare, 
 for what I would {peake of, concernes him. 
 
 Prin. W hat’s the matter? 
 
 Bafta. Meancs your Lordfhip to be married to mor- 
 rowe 
 
 Prin. You know he does. 
 
 Balt. I know not that when he knowes what I know. 
 
 Clan. If thece be any impediment , I pray you difco- 
 ver its 
 
 Baft. You may thinke I love you not, let that appeare 
 hereaefter, & ayme better at me by that I now wii ma- 
 nifeft, for my brother(I thinke,he holds you well,and in 
 deareneffe of heart ) hath holpe to effect your enfuing 
 marriage:furely fute ii {pent,and labour ill beftowed. 
 
 Prin. Why, what’s the matter? 
 
 Baft- 1 came hither to tell you, and circumftances 
 fhortned ,( for fhe hath beene too long a talking of) the 
 Lady is difloyall. 
 
 (lan. Who! Hero? 
 
 Baft. Even thee , Leonatoes Hero, your Hero,every 
 mans Hero, 
 
 Chu». Difloyall? 
 
 Baft. The word is too good to paint out her wicked- 
 neffe, Icould fay fhe were worfe, thinke you of a worfe 
 title, and I will fit her toit: wonder not tll further ware 
 rant: goebut with mee to night, you thall fee her cham- 
 ber window entred , even the night before her wedding 
 day ,if you love her , then tomorrow wed her : but ic 
 would better fit your honour to change your minde. 
 
 Clau. May this be fo? 
 
 Prin. I wall not thinke it. 
 
 Bafl. If you dare not traft that you fee , confeffe not 
 that you know : ifyou will follow mee, I will fhew you 
 enough, and when you have feene more, & heard more, 
 proceed accordingly... 
 
 Claw, If 1 fee any thing to night, why I fhould not 
 marry her to miorrow in the congregation,where I fhold 
 wedde, there will I fhame her. 
 
 Prin. And as I wooed for thee to.obtaine her , I will 
 joyne with thee to difgrace her. 
 
 Bast, 1 will difparage her no farther, till yonare my 
 witneffes , beareit coldly bue till night, and ler the iffue 
 
 thew it felfe. 
 Prin. Q day untowardly turned? 
 
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 (laa. O mifchiefe ftrangely thwarting! 
 Baft. O plague right well prevented | 10 will you fay, 
 when havefeene the fequele. Excunt. 
 
 Enter Dozbery'and bis compartner with the watch, 
 
 Dog. Are you good menand true? 
 
 Verg. Yea, or elfe it were pitty but they fhould fuffer 
 faluation body and foule. 
 
 __ Dog. Nay, that were a punifhment too good fot them, 
 if they fhould haye any allegiance in them; being chofen 
 for the Princes watch. 
 
 Verg. Well, give them their charge; neighbour Dog- 
 bery. ) 
 
 Dog. Firft'; who thinke you the moft defartleffe man 
 tobe Conitable? 
 
 Watch. 1. Hugh Ote-cake fir, or George Sea-coale, for 
 they can writeand reade. 
 
 ‘Deg. Come hither neighbour Sea-coale , God hath 
 blett you witha good name: to be a wel-favoured man, 
 is the gift of fortune , but to write and reade , comes by 
 Nature. 
 
 Warch. 2. Both which Mafter Conftable 
 
 Dog. You have :1 knew it would bee youranfwere: 
 well,for your favour fir, why give God thankes,& make 
 no boaft of it, and for your, writing and reading, let that 
 appeare when there is no need of {uch vanity , you are 
 thought heere to be the moft fenfleffe and fit man for the 
 Conflable of the watch : therefore beare you the lan- 
 thorne : this is your charge : You fhall comprehend all 
 vagrom men , you are to bid any man ftand in the Prin- 
 ces name. 
 
 Watch. 2. How if a will not ftandé 
 
 Dog. Why then take no note of him, but let him go, 
 and prefently call the reft of the Watch together , and 
 thanke God you are ridde ofa knave. 
 
 Verg-lf he will not {taad when he is bidden, hee is. 
 none of the Princes fubiects. 
 
 Dog. True,andthey are to meddle with none but 
 the Princes fubjects : you fhall allo make no noife inthe 
 itreetes : for, for the Watch tobabble and talke, is molt 
 tollerable, and not to be indured- 
 
 Watch. Wewillrather fleepe than talke , wee know 
 what belongs toa Watch: 
 
 Dog. Why you Speake like an ancient and mofkt quiet 
 watchman, for I cannot fee how fleeping fhould oftend: 
 only havea care that your bills benot ftoine : well, you 
 are to call atall the Alehoufes , and bid them that are 
 drunke get them to bed. : 
 
 Watch. How if they will not? / 
 
 Dog. Why then let them alone tillthey are fober, if 
 they make you not then the better ani were,you may fay, 
 they are notthe men you tooke them for: 
 
 Watch. Well fire 
 
 Deg. If youmeet a theefe, you may fufpect him , by 
 vertue of your office, tobe no true man : and for fuch 
 kinde of men, the leffe you meddle or make wach them, 
 why the more is for your honelty. . 
 
 watch. lf wee know him to bea thiefe, fhall wee not 
 lay hands on him? ai 
 
 Dog. Truly by your office you may , but Ithinke they 
 that touch pitch will be defil'd : the moit peaceable way 
 for you , if you do take a theefe,1s,to ict him fhew him- 
 felfe what he is,and fteale out of your company. 
 
 Ver. You have bin alwaies cal’d a mercifull ma partner. 
 Dog: Truely 1 wou'd not hang a dog by my will,mach 
 more.a:man who hathaay honelty in him, 
 
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 Verges. If you heare a child crie in the night,you mutt 
 call to the nurfe, and bid her {till it. 3 
 
 Watch. How if the nurle be afleepe and will not heare 
 us? ; 
 
 Dog. Why then depart in peace , and let the te 
 wake her with crying , for the ewe that will not va 
 her Lambe when it baes, will never anfwer acalfe when 
 he bleates. 
 
 Verges.’ Tis very true. 
 
 be This is the end of the charge : you conftable eo 
 to prefent the Princes owne perfon , if you mecte the 
 Prince in the night,you may ftaic him. 
 | Verges. Nay birlady that 1 thinke a cannot. 
 
 Dog. Five fhillings to one on’t with any man that 
 knowes the Statutes , he may ftaie him, marry not with- 
 out the prince be willing, for indeed the watch ought > 
 offend no man , and it is an offence to {tay a man again 
 his will. oe 
 
 Verges: Birlady I thinkeit befo. 
 
 Dog. Ha,ah ha,well maifters good night, and there a 
 any matter of weight chances,call up mé,keepe your fel- 
 lowes counfailes, and'youriowne, and good night, come 
 neighbour. 
 
 Watch. Well maifters , we heare our charge, let us go 
 
 “eMeuch adoe about Nothing 
 
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 blouds, betweene foureteene & fiue & thirty, fome 
 fafhioning them like Pharaces sre in oe rec] 
 painting,tometime lik gad Bels prielts in the old Che 
 window,fomtime like the fhaven Hercules in the {mire 
 worm-eaten tapeltrie , where his cod-peece feemes 
 maffie as his club. ; ae 
 Con, All this! fee,and fee that the fafhion wearesont | 
 
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 moreapparell then the man ; but art not thou thy felfe| 
 
 giddie with the fafhion too that thou hatt thifted on 
 thy tale into telling me of the fafhion? Na 
 Bor, Not foneither, but know that I have to night 
 wooed Afargaret the Lady Heroes gentie-woman , by t 
 name of Hero,fhe leanes me out at her miftris chamb 
 window,bids mea thonfand times good nightsI tel] 
 tale vildly. I fhould firft tell thee how the Prince cj, 
 dioand my Maifter planted ,and placed , and poffefled 
 
 amiable incounter. 
 Con. And thought thy Alargaret was Hero? 
 Bor. Two of them did,the Prince and Claudio, but the | 
 divell my Maifter knew fhe was Afargaret,and partly by | 
 
 his oathes, which firft poffeft them , partly by the darke | 
 
 night which did deceive them,but chiefely,by my villa. 
 
 d place y} 
 my Mailter Don Joba , {aw a far off in the Orchard this 
 
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 nie, which did confirme any lander that Dos Joba had | 
 
 made , away went Claudio enraged, {wore hee would| 
 | mecte her as he was apointed next morning at the Tem-|_ 
 ple,and there, before the whole congregation fhame her |_ 
 
 fitt here upon the Church bench till two , and then all.to 
 ed, 
 
 Dog. One word more, honeft neighbors. I pray you 
 
 watch about fignior Leonatves doore,for the wedding be- 
 
 ing there to morrow, there is a great coile to night, a- 
 
 diewsbe vigilant 1 befeech you. Eenat, 
 Enter borachio and (onvades 
 
 Bor, What, (ourade? 
 
 Watch, Peace, {tir not. 
 
 Bor, (onrade | fay. 
 
 Con. Here man, I am at thy elbow. 
 
 Bor. Mas and my elbow itcht, I thonght there would 
 a {cabbe follow. 
 
 (on. I will owe thee an anfwere for that,and now for- 
 ward with thy tale. 
 
 Bor. Stand thee clofe then under this penthonfe,for it 
 driffels rainé,and I will,likea true drunkard’; utter all ro 
 thee. 
 
 watch. Some treafon mailters, yet ftand clofe: 
 
 Bor. Thercfore know , Ihave earned of Don Sobn a 
 thoufand Ducates. 
 
 Con. Is it poffible that any villanie fhould be fo deare? 
 
 Bor. Thou thould’t rather aske if it were poffible any 
 villanie fhou!d bee fo rich ? for when rich villains have 
 neede of poore Ones , poore ones may make what price 
 they will. 
 
 (on. I wonder at it. 
 
 Bor, That thewesthou art unconfirm’d, thou knoweft 
 that the fafhion of a doublet, or a hat,or a cloaké > is no- 
 thing to aman. 
 
 Con. Yes, it is apparell. 
 
 Bor. I meane the fathion. 
 
 Con. Yes the fafhion is the fafhion. 
 
 Bor. Tuth, I may as well fay the foole’s the foole , but 
 {eet thou not what a deformed theefe thisfafhion i? 
 
 Watch. 1 know that deformed, a has bina vile theefe, 
 this vii. yeares,a goes up and downe like a gentle-man:I 
 remember his name. 
 
 Bor. Did'ft thon not heare fome body? 
 
 Con. No, ’twas the vane onthe houfe. 
 
 Bor. Seelt thou not ( I fay ) whata deformed thiefe 
 this fafhion is, how giddily a turnes aboutall the Hot- 
 
 with what he faw o’re night , and fend her home againe | 
 Without a husband, oe 
 
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 Watch. 1. We charge you in the Princes name ftand. a 
 Watch. 2. Callup the right maifter Conftable,we have S 
 here recouered the moft dangerous peece of lechery,that i 
 
 ever was knowne in the Common-wealth. BEE | 
 Wateh. t. And one Deformed is one of them,Lknow | 
 him, a weares a locke: eer 
 Con, Maifters, maifters. 4 
 Watch,2. Youle be made bring deformed forth I wat-| 
 rant you, ee 
 Con. Maifters,tiever {fpeake , we charge you, let us o- | 
 bey you to go with us. ia 
 
 hy 
 4 
 
 . Bor. Weare like to prove a goodly commodity,being | 
 
 taken up of thefe mens bils. 
 
 (oa. A commodity in queftionI warrant you,come 
 weele obey you. 
 
 Enter Hero and Margaret,and Urfulae 
 
 Hero. Good Urfula wake my cofin Beasrice,and delire | 4 
 
 her to rife. 
 Urfw. T will Lady, 
 Hero. And bid hercome hither, ‘ 
 Urf. Well. \ 
 
 Mar. Troth I thinke your other rebato were betters | _ 
 
 Bero. No pray thee good Meg,\le weare this, 
 Mar. By my troth’s not fo 
 cofin will fayto. 
 Bero. My cofin’s a foole 
 Weare none but this: 
 
 Exennt, | 
 
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 aN 
 
 good , and I warrant your a 
 
 >and thou art another , ile | 
 
 Mar. Vike the new tire within excellently,if the haire | — 
 
 were athought browner: and 
 
 your gown’s a moft rare | 
 
 fafhion yfaith , I faw the Datcheffe of Mikaines gowne | 
 
 that they praife fo. 
 Bero. O that exceedes they fay, 
 
 Mar. By my troth’s but a night-gowne in refpect of ie 
 
 f 
 y 
 
 yours,cloth a gold and cuts,and jac'd with filver,fet with | 
 pearles,downe fleeves,fide fleeves, and skirts;round un- | — 
 
 derborn witha blewifh 
 
 tinfel,but fora fine 
 fulland excellent fathio 
 
 n, yours is worth ten on’t. 
 
 “ aa 
 
 Bero. God] 
 
 queint grace | 
 
; 
 
 Here. Godgive mee joy to weareit, for my heart is 
 
 exceeding heavy- . ‘ 
 Marga. “Twillbe heavier foone, by the waight ofa 
 
 man. . 
 
 Hero. Fie upon thee, art not afham d? 
 
 Marga. Of what Lady ? of {peaking honour 
 not matriage honourable in abeggar? is not your Lor 
 honourable without marriage ? I thinke you would have 
 me fay, faving your reverence a husband : and bad thin- 
 king do not wreft true {peaking 5 Ile offend no body , is 
 there any harme in the heavier for a husband ? none I 
 thinke, and it be the right husband , and the right wate, 
 otherwife’tis light aid not heavy,aske my Lady Beatrice 
 elfe, here fhe comes: 
 
 Enter Beatrite. 
 
 Hero. Good marrow Coze. 
 
 Beat. Good morrow {weet Here. 
 
 Hero: Why how now? do you {peake in the fick tune? 
 
 Beat. Lam out of allother tune, methinkes., 
 
 Mar. Claps into Light a love ; (that goes without a 
 burden,) do you fing it and Ile dance it. 
 
 Beat: Ye light alove with your hecles ,then if your 
 husband have ftables enough, you'll looke he fhall a 
 no barnes. 
 
 Mar. O illegitimate contruction | I fcorne that with 
 my heeles. 
 
 Beat. Tis almoft five aclocke cofin,’tis time you were 
 ready,by my troth I am exceeding ill,hey ho. 
 
 Mar. For ahauke,a horfe,or a husband? 
 
 Beat. For the letter that begins themall,Hs 
 
 Mar. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there’s no 
 more failing by the ftarre. 
 
 eat. What meanes the foole trow? 
 
 Mar. Nothing I, but God fend everyone their hearts 
 defire. 
 
 Hero. Thefe gloves the Count fentmee, they are an, 
 excellent perfume. ; 
 
 Beat. Lam ftuftcofin; 1 cannot fmell- 
 
 Mar. Amaid andttuft! there's goodly catching of 
 colde. 
 
 Beat. O God helpe me, God helpe me, how long have 
 youprofeft apprehenfion? : 
 
 Mar. Ever fince youleftit, doth not my wit become 
 me rarely? ' a0 
 
 Beat. It is not feene enough,you fhould weare it in your 
 cap, by my troth Lam ficke. 
 
 (Mar. Get you fome of this diftilld cadres benedittus 
 and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing fora.qualm. 
 
 Hero, Theere thouprickft herawvith a thiflell. 
 Beat. Benediitus , why benediblus:? you have {ome mo- 
 rall in this bemedictus. 
 
 (Mar. Morall? noby.my troth; I have no morall mea- 
 ning , I meant plaitie holy thiffell', you may thinke per- 
 chance that I thinke yoware in love,nay birlady Lam not 
 fuch afoole to thinke what Lift , nor Llift not to thinke 
 what I can,not indeed'l cannot thinke,if 1 would thinke 
 my hartout of thinking,that you arein love , or that you 
 will be in love, orthat you can beinlove: yet Benedscke 
 was firch another,and nowis he become a man,he {wore 
 hee would never marry , and yet now in defpight of his 
 heart he cates his meat without grudging , and how you 
 may be converted I know not,but me thinkes you looke 
 with your eyes as other women do- 
 
 Beat. W hat pace is this that thy tongue keepes: 
 
 ~ Much adoe about NC othing. 
 
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 Mar. Nota falfe gallop, 
 Emer Vrfulas ' 
 Vrfe. Madam, with draw, the Prince, the Count, figs 
 nior Benedicke, Don /ohn,and all the gallants of the towne 
 are cometo fetch you to Church. 
 
 ably? is }"®, Hero. Helpe todrefle me good coze,good Meg,good 
 
 Vr{la. 
 
 Enter Leonato, and the Conftable,and the Headborough. 
 
 Leonato, What would you with me, honeft neigh- 
 bour? 
 
 Conft. Dog. Mary fir 1 would have fome confidence 
 with you, that decernes you nearcly. 
 
 Leon, Briefe I pray you, for you {ee itis a bufie time 
 with me. 
 
 Conft. Dog: Mary thisit is firs 
 
 Headb. Yes in wath it ts fir. 
 
 Leon, W hat isit my good friends? 
 
 Con. Dog. Goodman Vergesfir fpeakesa little of the 
 matter, an old man fir, and his witsare not fo blunt, as 
 God helpe I would defire they were, but infaith: honeft 
 as the skin betweene his browes, 
 
 Head. Yes {thanke God, I amas honeft as any man Li- 
 ving, that is anold man, andno honeftes then I. 
 
 (on. Dog. ‘Comparifons are odorons, palabras, neigh- 
 bour Verges. 
 
 Leon. Neighbours, youare tedious. 
 
 (on. Dog. Itpleafes your worthip to fay fo,but we are 
 the poore Dukes Orficers,but truly for mine owne part, 
 if | were as tedious asa King,] could findin my heart to 
 beftow itall of your worfhip. 
 
 Leon. All thy tedioufnefle on me, ah ? 
 
 (on. Dog. Yea,and’twere athoufand times more than 
 ’tis,for I heare as good exclamatioa on your Worfhip as 
 of any man jn the City, and though I bebut a poore man,I 
 am glad to heare it. 
 
 Head. And foam I. 
 
 .. Deon, I would faine know what you_have to fay. 
 
 Head. Marty fir our watchto night , excepting your 
 worfhipsprefence, have tane a couple of as arrant knavcs 
 as any in Meffina. 
 
 Con. Dog. A good old man fir, he will be talking as 
 they fay, when theage isin the wit isout, God helpe us, 
 it isa world to fee: well faid yfaith neighbour Verges, 
 well, God’s a good man, and two men ride of hortfe, 
 one muftride behind, an honefi foule yfaith fir, by my 
 troth he is, as ever broke bread, but God is to be wor- 
 fhipt, all menarenotalike, alas good neighbour. 
 
 Leon, Indeed neighbour he comestoo fhort of yous 
 
 Con. Dog. Giftsthat God gives. 
 
 Leos. 1 muftleave you. 
 
 (om. Dog. One word fir; our watch fir have indeed 
 comprehended twoafpitious perfons,and we would have 
 them this morning examincd before your worthtp. 
 
 Leon. Taketheir examination your felfe, and bring it 
 me, I am now in great hafte, as may appeare unto you. 
 
 Const, It {hall be furfigance. (Exit. 
 
 Leon. Drinke fome wine ereyou goe : fare youwell. | 
 
 Meff. My Lord, they ftay for youto give your daygh- 
 ter to her husband. 
 
 Leon.. Me wait uponthem, I am ready: . 
 
 Dogh, Goe good partner, go¢ get you to Francis See 
 coal, bid him bring his pen and inkehorne tothe Gaole: 
 we are now toexamine thofé men. 
 
 Verges. And we muft doe it wifely. 
 
 Dogh. Wee will {pare for no witte I warrant you: 
 
 K3 hecres | 
 
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 ° my on- 
 heere’s that fhall driue fome of them toa non pape 
 ly get the learned writer to fet downe our soe csr: 
 eation, and meet me at the Iaile. 
 
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 7 ji io, Benedicke 
 . Enter Rrince, Battara, Leonato,Frier,Clandie,Be ke, 
 Here, and Beatrice. 
 
 Leo. Come Frier Franc#s,be briefe, onely to the ai 
 forme of marriage, and you fhall recount their particular 
 duties afterwards. = fa lad 
 
 Fran. Youcome hither,my Lord, to marry this Lady. 
 
 Clan.No. ‘ - 
 
 Leo. Tobe maried to her , Frier, you come to marri¢ 
 bere. i ; ; 
 
 Frier, Lady , youcome hither to be married to this 
 
 Count. 
 
 Hero. I doe. : . 
 
 Fruer. If either of you know any inward impediment 
 why you fhould not be conjoyned, I charge you on your 
 foules to utter it. 
 
 Clas. Know you any,Hero? 
 
 Hero. None my Lord. 
 
 F rier. Know you any,Count? 
 
 Lon. I dare make his an{wer,None. 
 
 Clax. O what men dare do! what men may do! what 
 men daily do! 
 
 Benes How now! interjections ? why then,fome be 
 of laughing ,as ha,ha,he. 
 
 Clau. Stand theeby Frier, fatker,by your leaves 
 Will you with free and vnconftrained {oule.- 
 
 Give me this maid your daughter? ; 
 Leon. As freely fonne as God did give her me. ‘srs 
 Clan. And what have I togive you back,whofe worth 
 
 May counterpoife this rich and precious gift? 
 
 Prin. Nothing, unleffe you render het againes jj.) 
 
 Cla. Sweet Prince , you learne me nobie thankfulnes: 
 There Leenaro, take her backe agaifie, 
 
 Give not this rotten Orenge to your fiend, 
 
 Shee’s but the figne and {ciblance of het hohoure 
 
 Behold how likea maid the bluthes heere} 
 
 © what authority and thew of truth 
 
 Can canning finne-cover it felfe withall! 
 
 Comes not that bloud,as modeft evidences 
 
 To witnefle fimple Vertue? would you not{weare 
 
 All you that fee her, that the werea maide, 
 
 By thefe exterior fhewes ? But the.is none: 
 
 She knowes the heat of a luxurious beds 
 
 Her bluth is guiltineffenot modeftie. 
 
 Leo. W hat do you meane sy Lord? 
 Clan. Not to be married, 
 
 Not knit my foule toan approved wanton, 
 
 Leon. Deere my Lord,if youin your owne proofe, 
 Have vanquitht the refiftance of her youth, 
 
 And made defeat of her virginity. 
 
 Céaz.1 know what you would faysif I have kn 
 You will fay, the did imbrace meas.a husband, 
 And foextenuate the forehand finne’: No Leoato, 
 Inever tempted her with word too large; 
 
 But asa brother to his fifter, fhewed 
 
 Bafhfull fincerity and comely loue, 
 Hero. And fem’d 1 ever otherwife to your 
 
 (her, 
 
 Much adoe about Nothing. 
 
 Owne | ‘Smother her fpirits up. 
 
 Clan. Out on thee feeming, I will write againft ir, 
 Yon feeme to me as Diane in her Orbe, 
 As chafteas is the budde ere it be blowne: 
 
 But you are more intemperate in your blood, 
 
 Than Venus, or thofe pampred animalls, 
 
 That rage in favage fenfuality. Me 
 sie Is my Lord well, that he doth {peake fo wider 
 Leon. Sweete Prince,why fpeake not you? r 
 Prin. W hat fhould I {peeke? 
 
 I ftand difhonour’d that have gone about, 
 
 To linke my deare friend to a common ftale. i 
 Leon. Are thefe things {poken, ordo I but dreame? | 
 Bast. Sir, they are {poken , and theft things are true 
 Bene. This loukes not like a nuptiall: vi 
 Hero. Truc, O God! 
 
 (lan. Leonato, ftand I here? | 
 
 Is this the Prince ? is this the Princes brother? a 
 
 Is this face Heroes ? are our eyes our owne? ae 
 
 Leon. All this is fo, but what of this my Lord? - 
 
 Clan. Let me but move one queftion to your daughter, | 
 And by that fatherly and kindly power, } 
 That you have in her, bid her antwer truly: Ae 
 
 Leon. I charge thee do {0 asthouwart my childe: aes 
 Hero. O God defend me,how am I befer, + 
 hat kinde of catechizing call you this? | 
 
 Pie Tomake you anfwer truly to your names | 
 
 Hero. 1s it not Hero? who can blot that name 
 
 With any juft reproach? ice 
 Clan. Marry that can Hero, ; pee 
 
 Hero it felfe can blot out Heroes vertue. a 
 
 What man was he, talkt withyou yefternight, | 
 
 Out at your window betwitxt twelve and one? a 
 Now if youare a maid anfwer to this: i 
 Here. Tralkt with no manat that howre my Lord. i 
 Prin. Why then youare no maiden. Leonato, a 
 Tam forry you mutt heare : upon mine honor, - . 
 My felfe, my brother, and this grieved Count 
 Did {ee her, heave her,at that howre latt night, ‘a 
 Talke with a rwiian at her chamber window,’ ‘ 
 Who hath indeed moft tikea liberal villaine, 
 Confeft the vile encounters they have had 
 A thoufand times in fecret. a. 
 John. Fie, fie,they are not to be named my Lord, - 
 Not to be fpoken of, THF 
 There is not chaftity enough in language, 
 Without offence to utter them:thus pretty Lady 
 Tam forry for thy much mifgovernement. ar 
 Clsu. O Hero\what a Hero hadft thou beene 
 If halfe thy outward graces had beene placed 
 About thy thoughts and counfailes.of thy heart?: 
 But farethee well;moft foule,mokt faire;farewell | 
 Thou pure impiety,and impious purity, 288 ae 
 For thee Iie lockeup all the gates of Love, ee 
 And on my eie-lids thall Conje@ure hang;oM 8 
 Toturne all beauty into thonghts of harmejocr) Pees 
 And never fhail it more be gracious. oni ae 
 Leo. Hath nomans dagger here a point forme? ®°-" | 
 Beat. \W hy how now cofin,wherfore fink you down? | 
 Balt. Come,let vs go:thefe things come thus to light, | 
 
 ‘Bene. How doth the Lady? oe 
 Beat. Dead I thinke,helpe vncle; NOW a 
 Hero, why HeroV ncle,Signor BenedickeFriet, 9 | 
 Leo. O Fate !takenotaway thy heawy hand; hace 
 
 Death is the faireft cover for her fhame 
 That may be wifhr for, 
 
 7 Beat. How! — 
 
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 Beat. How now cofin Hero? 
 Fri. Have comfort Lady. 
 Leo. Dott thou looke up? 
 Frt, Yea,wheretore fhould fhe not? 
 Lee. W heretore? W hy doch not every earthly thing 
 Cry thame upon her ? Could the heere denie 
 The ftorte that is printed in her blood? 
 Do not live Hero, do not opethine eyes: 
 For did I thinke thou wouldit not quickly die, 
 Thought I thy {pirits were {tronger then thy fhames, 
 My feite would on the reareward of reproaches 
 Strike at thy lite. Griev’d I, 1 had but one? 
 Chid I, tor that at fragall Natures frame? 
 One too much by thee : why had I one? 
 Why ever was’t thou lovely in my eies? 
 W hy had I not with chari:able hand 
 Tooke up a beggars iflue at my gates, 
 Whoiieered thus, and mir’d with infamie, 
 T inight have faidjno part of it is mine: 
 This {hate derives ittelfe from tnknowne loines, 
 But mine,and mine | lov’d, and mine I prais’d, 
 And mine that was proud on,mine fomuch, 
 That I my felfe, was tomy felfe not mine: 
 Valewing of her,why fhe, O fhe is falne 
 
 Into a pit of Inke,that the wide fea 
 
 Hath drops too few to wafh-her cleane againe, 
 And falt too little, which may feafon give 
 
 To her foule tainted flefh. 
 
 in wonder, I know not whatto fay. 
 Bea. O on my foule my cofin is belied. 
 Bese. Lady, were you her bedfellow laft night? 
 Bea. No truly:not,although vatilllaft night, 
 I have this twelvemonth bin her bedfellow. 
 Leon, Confirin’d,confirm'd, O that isftronger.made 
 Which was before barr’dup with ribs of iron. 
 Would the Prince lie,and (( aeaio would hie lie 
 Who lov’d her fo,that {peaking of her foulneffe, 
 Wath’d it with teares ? Hence from her,letther dies: >! 
 Fri. Heave me alittle y for I have onely benefilentfo 
 long, and given way vnto this courfe of fortune, by ne- 
 ting of the Lady,! have markt 
 A thoufand bluthing apparitions, 
 To ftart into her face,a thoufand innocent thames, 
 In Angel whitnefle beareaway thofe bluthes; 
 And in her eie there hath appear’d a fire 
 To burne theerrors that thefe Princes hold 
 Againft her maiden truthoGallime a foole, 
 Truft novmy reading, nor my obferuatiens, 
 Which withexperimentallfeale doth warrant 
 
 | The tenure of my booke : rruft not my age, 
 
 My reverence,calling ,nor divinity, 
 If this {weet Lady lye not guiltlefle heere, 
 Vnder fome biting error. 
 Leo. Friar, it:cannot bes 
 Thou feeft that all the Grace that fhe hath left; 
 Is, that fhe will not adde to:her: damnation 
 A finne of perjury, fhe not denies it: 
 Why feck’ ftrhou then to cover with excufe, 
 That which appeares in proper nakednefle? 
 Fri. Lady, what man is he you areaceus’d of? - 
 Hero. Thiey know that doaccufe me; 1 know none: 
 If I know more ofany man alive 1 
 Then that which maiden modettie dothwaryane, 
 Let all my finnes lacke mercy. O my Father, 
 
 | Prove youthat any man with me convert, 
 
 = 
 Bere. Sir, fir, be patient : for my part,I am fo attired 
 
 eMuch adoe about Nothing. | 
 
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 115 
 
 At houres untheete,or that 1 yefternight 
 Maintain’d the change of words with any creature, 
 Refufe me, hate me,torture me to death. 
 Fri. There is fome ftrange mifprifion in the Prince. 
 
 Ben, Two of them have the very bent of honor, 
 And if their witedomes be mifled in this: 
 The practife of it livesin Joba the baftard, 
 Whofe {pirits toile in trame of villanies. 
 
 Leo. | know not:if they {peake but truth of her, 
 Thefe hands fhall teare her:if they wrong her honour, 
 The proudeft of them thall well hear¢of it. 
 
 Time hath not yet fo dried this bloud of mine, 
 
 | Nor age fo cate up my invention, 
 
 Nor ‘Fortune made fuch havocke of my meanes,. 
 Nor my bad life reft me {0 much of friends, 
 But they fhall finde,awak’d in fucha kinde, 
 Both {trength of limbe, and policie of minde, 
 Ability in meanes,and choife of friends, 
 To quit me of them throughly. 
 Fri. Paufe awhile; 
 And let my counfell. {way you in this cafe, 
 Your daughter heere the Princeffe(left for dead) 
 Let ‘her awhile be fectetiy kept in; 
 And publith it, that‘fhe is dead indeed: 
 Maintaine’a mourning oftentation, 
 ‘And on your Families oid monument; 
 Hang mournfull Epitaphes,and do all rites, 
 That appertaine vntoa buriall. 
 Leo, What {hall become of this? W hat will this.do? 
 Fri. Marry this well carried;thall on her behaife, 
 
 Change flander to reniorfe,thatis fome good, 
 But not for that dreamed on this ftrange.courfe, 
 But on this travaile looke for greater birth: 
 She dying, as it mufbbéfo maintain’d>: 
 Vpon the inftant that fhe wasaccus‘d, 
 Shall be lamentedspittiedjand excus'd 
 Of every hearer : for it {o fals out; 
 That what we have, we prize notto the worth, 
 W hiles wé enjoy it; but being lack’d and loft; 
 Why then we zacke the value,then we finde 
 The vertue that poffeflioh would not fhew-us 
 Whiles it was ours, fo willit fare withC/aydio: 
 When he fhali heare fhe dyed upon his words; 
 Th’ Idea of her life fhallfweetly creepe 
 Into his ftudy of imagination: 
 And every‘lovely Organot her life, *< 
 Shall come apparel’d in more precious habite: 
 More moving,delicate,and ful of Life, of 
 Into the eye and profpect of his {oule 
 Than when fhe liv’d indced:s'then fhall he mourne; 
 If ever Lovehad interchimhis Liver, oh vo) ses8 
 And with he had not fo accufed hers .yctions onien Ati 
 No,though he thought his:accnfation trues\ } 
 Let this be fo,and doubtwor but fuccefien = 2 
 Will fafhionthe event imbetter fhape;! -| 
 Then Pcan lay it downeinlikelihood. bas 
 But if allayme but this’be ievell’d falfeysd sos: 5 > 
 The {uppofitionof the Ladies deathy .xohas!! boevoom 4 
 Will quench the wonder of her infamy: |! cer: s ois 
 Andif it fort not well,you may: con¢eale ber, i sss 
 As bett befits her wounded repntation,:; 2” 
 In fome reclufive and religious life, iy 
 Out of all eyes,tongues,mindes.and injurieSe: sw. 
 
 » Bene. Signior Leonatos ict the Frier advife yous. 
 And though you know my inwardnefle and love 
 
 Is very much vnto the Prince and (taudia, 5 ¥ 
 et 
 
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 Yet, by mine honor, wilt deale in this; 
 As fecretly and juftly, as your foule 
 Should with your body. 
 
 Leo. Being that I flow ingreefe; 
 
 4 The fmalleft twine may leade me. 
 
 Frier. Tis well confented;prefently away, 
 For to ftrange fores, ftrangely they ftraine the cure; 
 Come Lady,dic to live, this wedding day 
 Perhaps is but prolong’d, have patience & endure. Exit. 
 
 Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? 
 
 Beat. Yea,and I will weepe awhile longer: 
 
 Bene. Twill not defire that. 
 
 Beat. You have no reafon,| doe it freely. 2% 
 
 Bene. Surely { dobeleeve your fair cofin.s wrong d. 
 
 Beat. Ah; how much might the man deferve of mee 
 that would right her! : é 
 
 Bene.Is there arly way to fhew fuch friendfhip? 
 
 Beat. A very even way,but nofuch friend. 
 
 Bene. May a man doe it? 
 
 Beat. It is a mans oilice,but not yours. g 
 
 Bene. | dolovenothing in the world fo well as you,is 
 1 notthat ftrange? : 
 
 Beat. As {trange as the thing: I know net, 1 wereas 
 poffible for me to fay,Lloved nothing fo well as you,but 
 beleeve me not,and yet | lie not , Iconfefle nothing , nor 
 I deny nothing, 1 am forry for my coufin. 
 
 Bene. By my fword Beatrice thouloy'f{t me. 
 Beat. Do not {weare by it and eat it. 
 
 Benes V will {weare by it that you love mee,and I will 
 make him eat it:that fayes Llove not you. 
 
 Beat. Wiilyownot eat your word? 
 
 Benes. With no fawce that can be devifed toit, I pro- 
 teft I love thee: 
 
 Beat. Why then God forgiveme. 
 
 Bene. W hat offence {weet Beatrice? 
 
 Beat. You have ftayed me ina happy howre, Twas a- 
 bout to protett I loved you. 
 
 Bene, And doit with all thy heart. 
 
 Beat. \ love you with fo much of my heart , that none 
 { isleft to proteft. 
 Bene. Come, bid me doany thing for thee. 
 Beat. Kill (audio... 
 Bene. Ha; not for the wide world. 
 Beat. You kill me to denice, farewell: 
 Bene. Tarrie {weet Beatrice. sett 4 fF i; 
 Beat.1am gone, though Iam heere,there is. nolovein 
 } yOu, nay I pray: you let me go. 
 Bene. Beatrice: . 
 Beat. Infaith I will go. 
 Bene: Wee’ ll be friends firkts + 
 Beat. ¥ ou dare eafier be friends) with mee. , chan fight 
 ] with mine enemy. + :>:! Sf} 
 Bene. \s ( Jandso thincenemy?’ . ; 
 | Beat. Is anot approved inthe heighta villaine, that 
 } hath flandered, fcorned,difhonoured my: kinfwoman? O 
 that I were a man ! what, bearesher in hand-untill they 
 4 come to take hands , and then with publike,accufation 
 1 uncovered flander, unmittigated rancour:? O;God that I 
 | werea man ‘I would eat his heart:in the market-place, 
 | Bene; Heare me Beatrices 300 1 
 | . Beat. Talke with aman out at a window , a proper 
 j faying. 
 Bene. Nay but Beatrice, its <: 
 | | Beat: Sweet Hero, the is wrong’d, thee is flandered 
 | fhe is vadohe, » ; 
 | :, Bene. Bett? 
 
 2 
 
 eM uch adoe about Nothing. 
 
 mony, a goodly Count - Comfect , a {weet Gallant fare. | 
 
 | Beat. Princes and Counties ! furely a Princely tefti 
 
 ly, O that I were “aman forhis fake ! or that had - : 
 friend would be aman for my fake!But manhood is mel. | 
 ted into cirtfies , valour into complement; and men 
 onely turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is no 
 as valiant as Hercules,that onely tels alice, and {weares i 
 Icannot be a man with withing,therfore I wall dieaw 
 man with grieving. ; 
 Bene. Tarry good Beatrice,by this hand I lovethee. 
 Beat. Vfe it for my love fome other way then fy 
 ring by it. an 
 Bened. Thinke you in your foule the Count Clandie| — 
 hath wrong’d Hero? . if 
 ‘Beat. Yea, as fureas 1 have athought, ora foule, | 
 ® Bene. Enough , 1 am engagde; I will challengehim 1} 
 will kiffe your hand,and fo leave you : by this hand (Jag. | 
 dio {hall render me deere account : as you heare of me, | _ 
 fo thinke of me : go comfort your coofin, I muftfay the | 
 is dead, and fo farewell. Exenut,| 
 
 Enter thé Conflables,Borachio, and the Towne Clerke 
 in gownes. ; E a 
 
 Keeper.Is our whole diffembly appeard? - : 
 Cowley. Oa ftoole and cufhion tor the Sexton. 4 
 Sexton. Which bethe malefactors? : 
 eAndrew.Marry that amI,andmy partner. — J 
 Cewley. Nay that’s certaine , wee have the exhibition | 
 to examine. wo 
 Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to beex-| 
 amined, let them come before mafter Conftable. 
 Kemp. Yeamatry , let them come before mee,whatis | 
 your name friend? ae 
 Bor. Borashio. 
 Kem.Pray write downe Borachio. Yours firra: ‘e 
 Con. I am a Gentleman fir,;and my name is Conrade. 
 Kee. Write downe Mafter gentleman Conrade : mai- | 
 fters; do yon ferve God: maifters, it is proved already | 
 that you are little better than falfe knaves, and it willgo 
 — to be thought fo fhortly;how anfwer yon for your 
 elves? 
 Con. Marry fir, we fay we are none. i 
 Kemp: Amarvellous witty fellow I aflure you, but! | 
 will go about with him : come you hither firra,a word 
 in your care fir , I fay toyou, it isthought you are falfe | 
 Knavese ; 
 Bor. Sir, fay to youswe are. none: wads 
 Kemp. W cll, ftand afide , fore God they are both ina | 
 talechave you writ drowne thatthey arenone? | 
 Sext. Maifter Conftable ; you go not the way toex | 
 amine, you muft call forth the watch thatare their ac | 
 cufers. . ' <i i 
 Kem. Yea marry , that’s the efteft way,let rhe watch 
 come forth:mafters, I charge yon inthe Princes name, 
 accufe thefe men. iT 
 Watch t. Thismanfaid fir, that Don Zobethe Princes| 
 brother wasa villaine, ee 
 Kemp. Write down, Prince Zohn a villaine:why thisis | 
 flat perjuriejto call a Princes brother villaine, BE 
 Bor. Maifter Conftable. ie | 
 Kem, Pray thee fellow peace, I do not like thy looke,l | _ 
 promife thee. wee 
 Sexton. What heard you him fay elfe? Tis 
 Watch 2. Mary that he had received athonfand Du-| 
 kates of Dox Jobs , for accufing the Lady Hero wrong-| 
 fully. : Kem.\— 
 
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 : 
 
| Much plevabons Nothing. 
 
 Kemp. Flat Burglarie as ever was committed. 
 
 Const. Yea by th’maffe that it is. 
 
 Sexton. What elfe fellow? 
 
 Watch. 1. And that Count C/audio did meane upon his 
 words, to difgrace Herobefore the whole affembly , and 
 not marry her. a 
 
 Kemp. O villaine! thou wilt be condemn d into ever- 
 lafting redemption for chis. 
 
 Sexton. Whas elfe? 
 
 Watch. This isall. 
 
 Sexton. And this is more maifters then you can deny, 
 Prince Jobzis this morning fecretly ftolne away : Hero 
 was in this manner accus’d, in this very manner refus’d, 
 and upon the griefe of this fodainely died: Maifter Con- 
 ftable , let thefe men be bound, and brought to i. 
 I will goe before,and fhew him their examination. 
 
 Cont. Come,let them be opinion’d. 
 
 Sex. Let them be in the hands of Coxombe. — ; 
 
 Kem. Gods my life,where’s the Sexton?let him write 
 downethe Princes Onticer Coxcombe : come, binde them 
 thou naughty varlet. 
 
 (ouley. Away, you are anaffe, you are an affe. 
 
 Kemp. Doft thou not {ufpe& my place? dott thounot 
 fufpect my yeeres ? O that hee were heere to write mee 
 downe an affe! but maifters,remember that I am an/afle: 
 though itbe not written down, yet forget not y Lam an 
 afle;No thou villaine, } art full of piety as fhall be prov d 
 upon thee by good wituefle, Tama wife fellow , and 
 which is more,an oilicer,and which is more, a houfhoul- 
 der, and which is more,as pretty a peece of fiefh as any 1n 
 
 | Meffina,and one that knowes the Law, goe to,anda rich 
 
 fellow enough,goto , anda fellow that hath had leffes, 
 and one that hath two gownes, and every thing hand- 
 fome,about him: bring him away;O that I had been writ 
 downe anafle ! Exit. 
 
 eA ilus Quintus. 
 
 Enter Leonato and his brother. 
 
 Brother. If you goe on thus,you will kill your felfe, 
 And’tis not wifedome thus to fecond griete, ’ 
 Againft your felfe. 
 
 Leon. I pray thee ceafe thy counfaile, $ 
 Which falls into mine cares as profitiefle, 
 As water in a fiue : give not me.couniaile, 
 Nor let no comfort els delight mine care, 
 But {uch a one whofe wrongs doth fute with mine. 
 Bring me a father that folov’d his childe, 
 Whofe joy of her isover-whelmed like mine. 
 And bid him {peake of patience, 
 Meafure his woe the length and bredth of mine, 
 And let it anfwere every itraine for ftraine, 
 Asthus for thus, and fuch a griefe for fuch, 
 In every lincament,branch, fhape,and forme: 
 If fucha one will {mile and {troke his beard, 
 And forrow,wagge,crie hem,when he fhould grone, 
 Patch griefe with proverbs, make misfortune dranke, 
 With-candle-watters : bring him yet tome, 
 And 1 of him will gather patience: 
 But there is no fuch man,tor brother, men 
 Can counfaile,and fpeake comfort to that griefe, 
 Which they themfelves not feele, but tating it, 
 T heir counfaile turnes to paftion, which before, 
 
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 Would give preceptiall medicine to rage, 
 Fetter {trong madneffe in a filken thred, 
 Charme ache with ayre,and agony with words. 
 No,n0,’tis all mens ontice,to {peake patience 
 To thofethat wring vader the load of forrow: 
 But no mans vertue nor {iticiencie 
 To be fo morall, when he fhall endure 
 The like himfelfe : therefore give me no counfaile, 
 My griefs cry lowder then advertifement. 
 Broth, Therein do men from children nothing differ. 
 
 Leo. I pray thee peace,I will be flefh and bloud, 
 For there was never yet Philofopher, 
 That could endure the tooth-ake patiently, 
 How ever they have writ the ftile of gods, 
 And made a pufh at chance and fufferance. 
 
 Broth. Yet bend notal| the harme upon your felfe, 
 Make thofe that doe offend you,fuffer too. 
 
 Leon. There thou {peak’it reafon,nay I will doe fo, 
 
 My foule doth tell me, Hero is belied, 
 And that fhall Clawdio know,fo fhall the Prince, 
 And all of them that thus difhonour her. ; 
 
 Enter Prince and Claudio. 
 Brot. Herecomes the Prince and Clandio haltily 
 Prin. Good den,zood den, ; 
 Clau. Good day to both of you. 
 Leon. Heareyou my Lords? 
 Prin. We have fome hafte Leonato. 
 Leo,Some hafte my Lord!well,fare you well my Lord, 
 Are you fo hafty now? well,all is one: 
 Prin. Nay,do not quarrell with us, good old man. 
 Brot. Tf he could right himfeife with quarrelling, 
 Some of us would ly low, 3 
 Clan, Who wrongs him? 
 Leon.Marry thou doft wrong me,thou diffembler,thou: 
 Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy fword, 
 I feare thee not. 
 (lan. Marry befhrew my hand, 
 If it fhould give your age fuch eaufe of feare, 
 Infaith my hand meant nothing to my {word. 
 Leo. Tuth,tufh,man,never fleere and jeft at me, 
 I {peake not like a dotard,nor a foole, 
 As under priviledgeofage to bragge, 
 WhatI have done being yong,or what would doe, 
 Were gnot old,know Céauaio to thy head, 
 Thou haft fo wrong'd my innocent childeand me, 
 That I am forc’dto lay my reverence by, 
 And with grey haires and bruife of many daies, 
 Doe challenge thee to triall ofa man, 
 I fay thou haft belied mine innocent childe. 
 Thy flander hath gonethrough and through her heart, 
 And the lies buried with her anceftors: 
 Q in a tombe where never {candall flept, 
 Save this of hers, fram’ dby thy villanic- 
 Clan-My villany? 
 Leon. Thine Glandio, thine I fay. 
 Prin. Youfay not right old man. 
 Leen. My Lord;my Lord, 
 Ile prove it on his body if he dare, 
 Defpight his nice fence,and his active practife, 
 His Maie of youth, and bloome of luftihood. 
 Clan. Away ,T will not have todo with you. F 
 Leo. Canft thou fo daffe me? thou haft kild my child, 
 Ifthou kilft me boy, thou fhale killa man. 
 Bro.He fhall kill two of us,and men indeed, 
 But that’s no mattér, let him kill one firft: “ 
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 SS ne at nee a — _ “ 
 
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 Win meand weareme, let him anfwere mes 
 | Come follow me boy,come fir boy; come follow me 
 | Sir boy, ile whip you from your foyning fence; 
 Nay,as [ ama gentleman, | will. 
 Leon. Brother. eis 
 Bro. Content your felfe,God knows 1 lov d my neece; 
 | And the is dead,flander’d to death by villaines, 
 That dare as well anfwer a man indeed, 
 As] dare take a ferpent by the tongues 
 Boyes,apes,braggarts, lackes,milke-fops. 
 Leon. Brother eAnthony. 
 Lrot. Hold you eontent,what mai?I know them,yea 
 And what they weigh,even to the vtmoft {cruple, 
 | Scambling,out-facing, fafhion-mongring boyes;: 
 That lye,and cog,and floutsdeprave,and lander, 
 Goe antiquely and fhow outward hidioufnefle, 
 And fpeake of haife a dozen dang’rous words, 
 How they might hurt their enemies;if they durfts 
 And this is all. 
 Leon. But brother Anthony. 
 Ant.Come, ’tisno matter, i 
 Do not you meddle, let me deale in this. ; 
 
 Pri. Gentlemen both,we will not wake your patience, 
 My heart is fory for your daughters death: 
 But on my honour fhe was charg’d with nothing 
 But was true,and very full of proofe. 
 
 Leon. My Lord,my Lord. 
 
 Prin. I will not heare you. 
 
 Emer Benedscke. 
 Lee. No! come brother,away, I will be heard. 
 Exeunt ambo. 
 
 Bro. And fhall, or fome.of us will {mart for it. 
 
 Prin. See;{ce,here comes the man we went to feeke, 
 
 (lan. Now fignior, what newes? 
 
 Ben. Good day my Lord: 
 
 Prin. Welcome fignior , you are almoft come to part 
 almott a fray, 
 
 Clan. Wee had like to have had our two notes fnapt 
 off with two old men without teeth. 
 
 Prin. Leonato and his brother , what think’{t thou?had 
 wee fought, I doubt we fhould have beene too yong for 
 them. 
 
 Ben. In afalfe quarrell there is no true valour, I came to 
 feeke you both. 
 
 (lan. We have beene up and downe to feeke thee, for 
 we are high proofe melancholly,and would faine have it 
 beaten away wilt thou ufe thy wit? 
 
 Ben. \t is in my {cabberd, fhall I draw it? 
 
 Prin. Doeft thou weare thy wit by thy fide? 
 
 (lau, Never any did fo,though very many have beene 
 befide their wit , I wili bid thee draw,as we do the min- 
 {trels,draw to pleafure us. 5 
 
 Prin. As | aman honeft man helookes pale , art thou 
 ficke,or angry? 
 ~ (lan. What! courage man : what though care kil’da 
 cat, thou haft mettle enongh in thee to kill care. 
 Ben. Sir, I {hall meete your wit inthe careere , and 
 = charge it againft me, I pray youchute another fub- 
 jet. 
 
 (lam. Nay then give him another ftaffe, thislaft was 
 broke croffes 
 
 | _ Prim. By this light,he changes more and more,I think 
 hebe angry indeed. : 
 
 Clan. If he be, he knowes how to turne his girdle. 
 
 Ben. Shall I {peakea word in your eare? 
 
 Cis. God bleffe me froma challenge. 9 
 
 _M. uch adoe about Nothing « 
 
 Ben. You area viilaine , I jeft not,! will make it 
 how yow dare, with what you dare,and whet you 
 do me right, or I wili proteft your cowardife *you 
 kilPd a{weete Lady , and her death fhali fall heavy 
 you, let me heare from you. it 
 Clas. Well, I will meete you, fo I may haveg 
 cheare. ; 
 Prin. What, a feaft? f 
 Clan. | faith I thanke him , he hath bid me toa calves 
 head and a Capon , the which if I do not carve moft cue 
 rioufly, fay my knife’s naught, fhall 1 not findea wood. 
 cocke too? : fp 
 Ben. Sir,your wit ambles weli, it goes eafily 
 Prin. Ile tellthee how Beatrice prais’d thy witt 
 ther day ; I faid thou had/t a fine wit:true faies the,a 
 little.one: nofaid I,a great wit : right faies fhee,ag 
 grofle one: nay faid I,a good wit: juft {aid fhe, a hurts 
 no body : nay faid 1 , the gentleman is wile : certain {aid} 
 fhe, a wife gentleman ; nay faid1 , he hath the tongues; | 
 that I beleeve faid fhee , for hee {wore a thing tomeon| & 
 munday night , which he forfwore on tuefday morn 
 there’s a double touge , there’s two tongues + thus did} 
 fhee an howre together tran{-fhape thy particular ver-] 
 tues; yet at laft fhe concluded with a figh ,thou waft the} 
 propreft man in Italy. 
 (tan: For the which the wept heartily , and faid 
 car’d not. an 
 Prin. Yeathat fhe did, but yet for all that, and if thee} 
 did not hate him deadly, fhe would love him deaveh 
 old mans daughter told us all. ; 
 Clax. Ail, all, and moreover , God faw him when 
 was hid in the garden. 
 Prin. But when fhall we fet the favage Bulls hornes} 
 on the fenfible Benedichs head? ot 
 Clas. Yea and text vnder-neath, heere dwells Bene-| 
 dicke the married man. ap 
 Bene. Fare you well, Boy, you know my minde, [w 
 leave you now to your goffep- like humor , you brea 
 jefts as braggards dotheir blades, which God be thank 
 ed hurt not : my Lord, for your many courtefies I than 
 you , I muft difcontinue your company, your brother) 
 the Baltard is fled from Afeffira: you have among ja} 
 kill’ a fweete and innocent Lady : for my Lord Lacke- | 
 beard there, he and 1 fhall meete, and till then peace be | 
 with him, ; 
 Prin. He is in earneft. ee 
 Clan. in moft profound earneft, aud Ie warrant yo 
 for the love of Beatrice. 
 Prin. And hath challeng’d thee. 
 Clan, Mott fincerely. s 
 Prin. W hat a pretty thing man is, when he goes inh 
 doublet and hofe, and leaves off his wits 
 
 Enter Conftable, Conrade,and Borachias 
 
 Clay. Heis then Giant to an Ape,but then is an Ap 
 
 a Doctor to fucha man. oe 
 Prin. But {oft you,let me fee, plucke up my heart,and | 
 
 be fad,did he not fay my brother was fled? a 
 Conf. Come you fir, if juftice cannottame you , {hee} 
 
 > ° ni ¥ ») Fi 
 fhall nie’re weigh more reafons in her ballance,nay , 2 
 
 you bea curfing hypocrite once,you mutt beiookrt 
 
 Prin. How now, two of my brothers men bound? 
 rachioone, 
 
 Clau. Harken afer their offence my Lord. 
 Prin. Oiticers, what offence have thefe men done: | 
 Con. Martie | 
 
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 Much adoe about Nothing. = 
 
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 , Conft, Marciefir , they have committed falfe report, 
 moreover they, have {poken untraths , fecondarily they 
 are. flanders , fixt and laftly, they, have belyed a Ladie, 
 thirdly,they have verified unjuft things,and to conclude 
 they are lying knaves. 
 
 Prin. Firft I aske thee what they have.done , thirdly 
 Laske thee what's their offence, fixt and laftly why. they 
 
 are committed, and to conclude , whatyou lay to their 
 charge. y. ti 
 
 Clan. Rightly reafoned , and in his owne divifion,and 
 by my troth there's one meaning wellfuted. 
 
 Prix. Whom have you offended maifters,that yoware 
 thus bound to your anfwer? this learned Conftable is t00 
 cunning to be vnderftood, what's your offence? ... 
 
 Bor. Sweete Prince, let me go no, farther to mine an- 
 {were.: do you heare me ; and let this Count kill mee : 
 have deceived even your very eyes : what yeur wile- 
 domes could not difcover, thefe thallow fovles have 
 brought to light,who in the night overheard me contef= 
 fingto this man, how Doz lobn your brother incenfed 
 me to flander the Lady Here,how you were brought.into 
 the Orchard, and faw me-conrt Adargaree in Heroes Sar- 
 ments, how you difgcac’d her when you fhould marie 
 her ; my villanie they have upon record, which I had ra- 
 ther feale with my death,then repeate over tomy fhame: 
 the Lady is - upon mine andimy miaifters falfe acen- 
 {ation : and bricfely , 1 defirenothing but the reward of, 
 a villaine. 
 
 Prin. Runs not this {peech like yron through your 
 blond? 
 
 Claw. Uhave drunke poifon whiles he vtter'd it. 
 
 Prin. But did my Brother fet thee on'to this? 
 
 Bor. ¥ca,and paid me rich for the practife of its 
 
 Prin. He is compos’d and fram’d of treachery. 
 
 And fled he is upon this villany. 
 
 Clan. Sweet Heronow thy image doth appeare 
 In the rare femblance that I lov’d it firft. 
 
 Conf. Come,bring away the plaintiffes , by this time 
 ous Sexton hath retormed Signsor Leonato of the matter: 
 and maifters,do not forget to ipecifie when time & place 
 fhall ferve,that 1am an Affe. o 
 
 (on. 2. Here, here comes maifter Signior Leonato , and 
 the Sexton too. R 
 
 Enter Leonato. 
 
 Leon. Which is the villaine?let me fee his eyes, 
 That when I note another man like him, 
 
 _I mayavoide him : which of thefe is he? 
 
 Bor. If you woul know your wronger,looke on me. 
 Leon. Art thouart thou the flave that with thy breath 
 haft kild mine innocent childe? 
 Bor. Yea, even 1 alone. 
 Leon. No,not fo villaine,thou belieft thy felfe, 
 Here ftanda paire of honourable men, 
 Athird is fled that hada haiid in it: 
 1 thanke youPrinces for my daughters death, 
 Record it with your highand worthy deedes, 
 "Twas bravely donc; if you bethinke you of it. 
 Clan. 1 know not how to pray your patience, 
 Yet I mutt {peake,choofe your revenge your felfe, 
 Impofe me to what penance your invention 
 Can lay upon my {inne,yet finn’d Inot, 
 But inmittaking, 
 Prin, By niy foule nor I, 
 And yet to fatisfic this good old man 
 
 119: 
 
 I would bend wader any-heavy waighty 
 That heele enjoyne me to. 
 
 Leon, I cannot bid.you daughter live; 
 That were impotliblesbut I prai¢ you both; 
 Poffefle the people in Meffixa here; 
 How -innocent fhe died sand if your love 
 Can labour aught in {ad invention, 
 Hang her an epitaph upon her toomb; ; 
 And fing it to her bones, fing it to night: 
 To morrow morning;come you to my houfe; 
 And fince you could not be my fonne in law, 
 Be yetmy)\Nephew,;myibrother hatha daughter; 
 Almoft the copicofmy childethat’s dead oi) +: 
 And fhe alone ts heire to both of us, : 
 
 Give her the right yon fhould have giv'n her coffin 
 
 And fo dies my revenge. 
 
 (tae Onodle fit» (asia 5) 
 
 Your overkindnefle.doth wring teares from me, 
 I do embrace your offer, and difpofe 
 For henceforth-of peore Ctatdra. 
 
 Leon. To morrow then I will expect your comming; 
 To night J take my leave:this naughty than f 
 Shall:tace to face be brought to (Margarch, 
 
 Who beleeve was.packt in allthis wrong; 
 Hired to it by your brother. 
 Bor..No by my doule fhe was not, gi 
 Nor knew not what the did when fhefpoke tome 
 But alwaies hath,binguft and yvértudus, ‘ 
 In anything that lL do-know by her. 
 (enft. Moroever fir,which indeed is not under white 
 
 and blacke, this plainciffe heré,the offendour didseall meée | 
 
 afle ; 1 befeeech, you lecit be remembred in his panifi- 
 ment, and alfothe wateh heard them:talke of one’ Defor- 
 med,they fay he weares a key inhis earéand alockhaie- 
 ing by it,and borrowes mony in Gods name , the which 
 he hath us’d fo long,and never paied,that now men grow 
 hard-harted and wil lend nothing for Gods fake? praie 
 you examine him upen that point. € 
 
 Leon. I thanke thee for thy ¢are and hone /paines. 
 
 Conf. ¥ our worthip fpeakes like a moit thankefill & 
 reverend yourh, and] praife God for you. 
 
 Leon. There's for thy paines. 
 
 (onft. God {ave the foundation. 7 
 
 Leon. Goe, I difcharge thee of thy prifoner , and 
 thanke thee. seat 
 Conf, I leave an arrant knave with your worthip, 
 which I befeech your worfhip to correct your felfe, for 
 the example of others:'God keepe your worfhippe, I 
 wifh your worfhip: well, God reftore you to health, 
 I humbly give you leave to depart, and if'a merriemee- 
 ting may bee wiflit, God prohibite it : come ‘neigh- 
 bour: 
 - Leon. Yntillto morrow morning, Lords, farewell: 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Brot. Farewell my Lords, wee looke for you to mor- 
 rows 
 
 Prine We will not faile. 
 
 Clas. Tonight ile mourne with Hero. 
 
 Leon. Bring you thefe felloweson, wee'l talke with 
 Margaret, how her acquaintance grew with this lewd 
 fellow: ; 
 
 » Exennt. 
 ; Enter Benedicke and Afargaret: 
 
 Ben. Pray thee {weete Miftris cAtargaret, deferve 
 well at gay hands, by helping meto the {peech of “Bea. 
 trice. : : 
 
 Mar Will 
 
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 Mar. Will yowthen writteme a Sonnet in pratfe of 
 my beautie? . S- 
 Benes Info high a ftile Afargaret , that noman living 
 fhall come over it, fur in moft comely truth thou defer- 
 vettit. i : Py 
 (Mar. To have no man come over me,why, fhall T al- 
 waies keepe below ftaires? 
 Benz. Thy wit iss quicke asthe grey-hounds mouth, 
 it catches. # ; 
 Mar. And yours,as blunt as the Fencers foiles ; which 
 hit, but hurt not. a: 90 
 Benes A moftinanly wit Margaret, it will not hurta 
 woman : and. forb pray thee callBeatrice , I gine thee the 
 bucklers. 
 Mar. Give uis the (words, wee have bucklers-of our 
 owne. pile 
 Bene. If you ufe them eM argaret,you mutt put in the 
 pikes with avices-and they are dangerous weapons for 
 _Maides. 
 Mar. Well ; I will-call Beatréceto you, whol thinke 
 hath legges. Exit Margarite. 
 Bene. And therefore will come. The god of love that 
 fits above,and knowes me,and knowes me, how pittifull 
 
 '| I deferve. [meane in finging , but in loving, Leander the 
 
 good fwimmer , Troilous the firft imployer of pandars, 
 anda whole booke full of thefe quondam. carpet-mon- 
 gers , whofe name yetrunne f{moothly inthe even rode 
 ofa blanke verfe, why they were never fo’ truely turned 
 over as my poore felfe in love : marry I cannot fhew it 
 rime, U have tried , I can finde out no rime to Ladie but 
 badie an innocents rime : for fcorne, horne, a hard rime: 
 for {choole foole,a babling rime : very ominous endings, 
 no, 1 wasnot borne wnder a riming Plannet , for I cannot 
 wooe in feltivall tearmes: 
 » Enter Beatrice: 
 
 Sweete Beatrice would'ft thou come when I cal’d thee? 
 Beat. Yea Signior,and depart when you bid me. 
 Bene, © fay but till then. 
 
 Beat, Then,is{poken : fare you well now,and yet ere 
 Igo,let me go with that I came, which is, with know- 
 ing what hath paft betweene you and ‘Claudio. 
 
 : Bene, Onely foule wards, and thereupon I will kiffe 
 
 thee. 
 
 Beat. Foule words is but foule wind ,and-foule winde 
 _is but foule breath,and foule breaths noifome,therefore 
 
 I will depart unkift. 
 
 Bene, Thou haft frighted the word out of his right 
 fence,fo forcible is thy wit , but I muft tell thee plainely, 
 Claudio vndergocs my challenge,and either I mutt hort. 
 
 ly heare from: him, or 1 will {ubfcribe him a coward,and | 
 
 I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didit 
 thou firft fall inlovewith me? 
 
 _ Beat. For them all together , which maintain’d fo po- 
 litique a ftate of evill, that they will notadmit any good 
 part to intermingle with them: but for which of my 
 good parts did you firlt fuffer love for me? 
 
 Bene. Suffer love! agood epithite Ido fuffer love in- 
 deede, for I love thee againft my will. 
 _. Bert. In {pight of your heart I thinke, alas poore heart 
 if you fpight it for my {ake,I will {pight it for yours,for 
 I will never love that which my friend hates. 
 js Bened. Thou and: are too wife to wooe peacea- 
 ie. 
 
 Beat. It appeares net in this confeffion,there’s:not one 
 wife man among twenty that will praife himfelfe. 
 
 : Much Silos about Nothing 
 
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 Bene. An old, anold inftance Beatrice, that liv’dig} 
 
 the time of good_neighbours , if aman doe noteregt 
 
 this age his owne tombeere he dies , hee: fhall liveng. 
 
 loriger in monuments ; then the Bels ring and the Wid. | 
 
 dow weepes. ‘Se 
 eat. And how lorig is that thinke you? 
 
 Bene. Queftion, why an hower in clamour and a¢ 
 ter in rhewme,therfore is it moft expedient forthe w. 
 if Don worme ( his confcience ) finde no impedime 
 the contrary; to be the trumpet of his owne vertues 
 Tam to my felfefo much for praifing my felfe,who I 
 felfe will beare witnefleis praife worthy, and now 
 me. how doth your cofin? 
 
 Beat. Very ill. 
 Bene. And how do you? 
 Beat. Very ill too. 
 
 Enter Vi fala: 
 
 Bene. Serve God, love me,and mend, there will I 
 you too, for here comes one in hatte. ee 
 Urf. Madam, you muft come to your Vnele, yonders| 
 old coileat home , it is proved my Lady Hero hath bin} 
 falfely accufde ,the Prince and Claudio mightily abulde,| 
 and Don John isthe author of all , who is fled and g 
 willyou come prefently? ’ . 
 Beat. Will you go heare this newes Signior? 
 Bene. Twill live in thy heart, die in thy Jap,and be bie} 
 ried in thy eyes’: and moreover , I will goe with theeto| 
 thy Vucles. Exennty ; 
 
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 Enter Clandio,Prince, and three or fosre with Tapers, 4 
 
 Claw. Is this the monument of Leonato? 
 Lord. It is my Lord. Epitaph. 
 ‘Dene to death by flanderons tongues, 
 Was the Hero that here lies: 
 Death in gHerdon of ber wron 8, 
 Gives her fame which never dics : zs 
 So che tife that died with frame, ; 
 Livesin death with glorious fame. 
 Hang thou there wpon the tombe, 
 Prasfing ber when | am dambe. q 
 Clax. Now mufick found and fing your {olemne hymne.| 
 
 Song. 
 
 Pardon goddeffe of the night, 
 Tbofethas flew thy virgin knight, 
 For the which with fon gs of woe, 
 Round about her tombe they goe: — 
 Midnighe affift onr mone,helpe vs to fi igh and gronte 
 Heanily eauily. 
 
 vanes yawne aad yeelde your dea 
 a pate be nies ) i ? ‘ 
 H caventy heaventy. : 
 
 Lo. Now untothy bones good night, yeerely will | do i 
 Prin. Good morrow maifters » put your Tor ches ot | 
 
 The wolves have preied,and looke,the gentleday | 
 
 (this right. 
 
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 Before the wheeles of Pheebus,round about £ 
 Dapples the drowfie Eaft with {pots of grey: ae 
 Thanks to you all,and leave us, fare you well. if 
 
 C/az. Good morrow maifters,each his feverall way. | a 
 
 Prin. Come|ct us hence,and put on other weedes oe 
 And then to Leonatoeswe will goes ; | 
 
 Clin. And Hymen now withluckier iffue( peed; ‘ 
 
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 Then this for whom we rendred upthiswoe.  Exsunt, 
 Enter Leonato, Bene. Marg. Or{ulaoll man,Frier, Hero. 
 _ Frier, Did {not tell you fhe was innocent ? 
 
 Leo, So arethe Prince and Claudio whoaccus’d her, 
 Vpon theerrour thar you heard debated. 
 
 But Margaret was in fme fauit for this; 
 Although again& her will as it appeares, 
 Inthe true courfe of all che quettion, 
 
 Old. Well,1am glad that ail things fort {o well. 
 
 Ben. And {0 am ',being elfe by faith enfore’d, 
 To call yong (Vawdiotoa reckoning tor it. 
 
 Leo, Weil daughter,and yong Gentlewomenall, , 
 Withdraw intoa Chamber by your felves, 
 
 And when I fend for you,come hither mask’d : 
 
 The Prince and ( laadio promis'd by this houre 
 
 To vifit me,you know your oifice Brother, 
 
 You muit be father to your Brothers daughter, 
 
 And give her to yong Clandio, Exennt Ladics. 
 
 Old. Which I wilidoe with confirm’d countenance. 
 
 Bens Frier,| mutt intreat your paines, Ithinke. 
 
 Frier. Todoe what Signior ? 
 
 Ben, Yobindeme,or undoe me,oneof them : 
 Signior Leonato,truch it is good Signior, 
 
 Your Neece reg rds me with an eye of favour. 
 
 Old, That eye my daughter lent her, ’tis moft true. 
 
 Ben, Aad I doe withaneye of love requite her. 
 
 Leo, The tight whereof [ thinke you had from mé, 
 From (¢aadio and the ' rsace,but what’s your will > 
 
 Ben. Your antwer fir is Enigmaticall, 
 
 But for my will,my willis, your good will 
 May ftand wath ours,this day to be conjoyn’d, 
 Pth ftate of honourable marriage, 
 
 In which good Frier I (hall detire your helpe. 
 
 Leo. My heaitis with your iiking, 
 
 Fryer. And my heipe. 
 
 Enter Prince and Clawdio with attendants: 
 
 Pris. Good morrow to this faire aflembiy. 
 
 Leo, Good morrow Prince,good morrow Clandia, 
 We here attend you,are you yet determin’d, 
 
 Today to marry with my brothers daughter 2 
 
 Claw. Ile told my minde were the an Ethiope. 
 
 Leo, Cali her forth brother, heres the Frier ready. 
 
 Prin.Good morrow Benedscke, why what’s the matter? 
 That you have fucha Feb: vary face, 
 
 So fuilof trof, of ftorme, andclowdinefle. 
 
 (law. Uchirke he thinkes upon the fayage bull : 
 Tuth, fearenot man, we'lltip thy hornes with gold, 
 And all Earopa thall rejoyce at thee, 
 
 As once Esropa did at tufty Love, 
 Whet: he would play the noble bea? in loves 
 
 Bea. Bull Jove fir, had an amiable low, 
 
 And {ome fuch {trauge bull leapt your fathers Cow, 
 A got a Calfe in that fame noble feat, 
 Muchlike to you, for you have juff hisbleat. 
 
 Enter brother, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Vrfula, 
 
 Cla. Forthis I owe yous here comes other recknings. 
 Whichis the Lady I muft {eize ucon 2 
 
 Leo. This fameis the, and I doe give'you her. 
 
 (ta. Why then fhe’s mine, tweet ice mefee your face. 
 
 Leon, Nothatyou fhalinot, till you take her hand; 
 
 Before this Frier, and {weare tomarry hers 
 
 (tax. Give me your hand before thisholy Frier, 
 Tam your husband it you like of me. 
 
 Hero, And when I liv’d Iwas your otherwife, 
 And when youlov'd, you were my other husband, 
 
 Clas. Another Hero ? = 
 
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 nae pisehiitianinnectinmeneieenantsitil 
 
 : Much adoe about ‘Nothing. 
 
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 Fiero. Nothing certainer. 
 One Here died ,but I doe lives 
 And furely as | live,I ama maid. 
 Prin, The former Hero,Here that isdead. 
 Leon. Shee died my Lord , bur whilesher flandet lis’d, 
 Freer. Ail thisamazement can I gualifie; 
 When after that the holy ritesare ended, 
 Ile tell you largcly of faire Heroes death : 
 Meane time let wonder feeme famitiar E 
 Andto the chappeil ier us prefently. 
 
 ‘Ben. Soft and taire Frier,which is Beatrice? 
 
 Beat. | antwer to that name,what is your will? 
 
 Bene. Doenot you love me? 
 
 Beat. Why no,no more then reafon. 
 
 Bene. Why then your Vnele,arid the Prince,& Clandio, 
 have beene deceived they fwore youdid, 
 
 Beat. Doe not you love me? 
 
 Beue. Troth no,no more then reafon. 
 
 Beat. Why then my Cofin Afargaret and Ur{ula 
 Are much deceiu’d, for they did fweare you did. 
 
 Bene, They {wore you were almott ficke for mee 
 
 Beat. They {wore yeu were wel-tiye dead for me.’ 
 
 Bene. Tis no matter,then you doe notlove me? 
 
 Beat. Notruly,butin friendly recompence. 
 
 Leoo, Come Cofin, 1 ain five you love the gentleman, 
 
 Clan, And Ile be fworne upon’t that he ioves her, 
 For heres a paper written in his hand, 
 
 A halting fonnet of his owne pure braine, 
 Fathioned to Beatrice. 
 
 Hero. And heeres another, 
 
 Writ in my coiins hand, ftolne from her pocket, 
 Containing her affe@tion unto Beredicke. 
 
 Ben. A mitaclc, here's our owne Hands againft our 
 hearts : come I wiil have thee, but by. this. ight I take 
 thee for pirtie. i132 
 
 Beat. I wouldnotdenie you, butby this good day; I 
 yeeld upon great perfwafion, and partly tofave your isfe, 
 for I was told,you werein aconfumprion. 
 
 Leon, Peace | will fiop your mouth. 
 
 Prin, How doftthou Benedickethe married man? 
 
 Bene Tietell thee what Prince: a Colledge of witte: 
 crackers cannot flout mee out of my humoar, dof thon 
 thinke I care for a Satyre oran Epigram.? hojita man will 
 be beaten with braines, a hall weare nothing handfome 
 about him; in briefe,fince Ido purpoieto marry, I will 
 thinke nothing toany purpofe that the World can fay a- 
 gainft it: and theretore never flontat me, for have {aid 
 againft it : for man isa giddy thing, and thisis my conglus | 
 fion : for thy part Clawdyo, I did thinke té have -beatea 
 thee, but in thatthon art like tobe my kinfman, live uri- 
 bruis’d,and love my cofin. 
 
 (7.1 bad well hop'd } wouldeft have ‘denied Beatrice, 
 I might have cudgel’d thee out of thy tingleltfe, to make 
 theeadoubledealer, which out of queftionthou wilt be, 
 if my Coufin do not lookeexceedinanarrawly'to thee. | 
 
 Bene. Come, come, we ateitriends, Jet’shave a dance |. 
 ere we are marricd that“ we may lighten oorown hearts, | 
 and our wives heeles, E ‘, 
 
 Leon. Wee'll have dancing anerwards;; : 
 
 Bexe.Firlt,of my word, thetforeplayemuficke. Prince, 
 thou art fad, get thee a wife, getthce a wife; cheve is tio | 
 ftaffe more reverend then of © pt with horn. Eater Mef: 
 
 Meffex. My Lord,your bowher Zohn istanc in flight; 
 And brought with armed thé» cocke to CUeffina, 
 
 Bene, Thinke noton him ail re morrow, ite devife 
 thee brave punifhments forhim’: ftrikeupPipers.Dance. | 
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 Enter Ferdinand King of Navarre, Bron, Lon sgavile,and 
 
 Dumaine. 
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 Ferdinand, 
 
 Er Fame,that all hunt after in their lives; 
 
 R Live regiftred upon our brazen Tombes, 
 
 ; And then grace usin the difgrace of death : 
 
 When fpight of cormorant devouring Time, 
 
 Threndevour of this prefent breath may buy 
 
 That honour which fhall bate his Sythes keene edge; 
 
 And makeusheires ofall eternitie. 
 
 Therefore brave Conquerors(for fo you are) 
 
 } ‘That warre againft your owne affections, 
 
 And the huge Army of the worlds defires ; 
 
 Our late Ediét thall ftrongly ftand in force, 
 
 Navarre {hallbe the wonder of the world. 
 
 Our Court fhall be a little Academe, 
 
 Still and contemplative in living Art. 
 
 You three; Biron, Dumaine,and Lengavile, 
 
 Have {worne for three yeeresterme to live with me, 
 
 My fellow Schollers,and to keepe thofe flatutes 
 
 That are recorded in this {cedule here- 
 
 "Your oatheés are paft,and now fub{cribe your names : 
 
 That his owne hand may ftrike his honour downe, . 
 
 That violates the {mallef branch herein : ; 
 
 Tf youare arm’d to doe,as {wore to doe, 
 
 Sub{cribe to your deepe oathes,and keepe them to. 
 Long. Lam refolv'd, tis but athree yeeres faft ; 
 hemindé thall banquet,though the body pines 
 
 Fat pauncheshave leane pates : and dainty bits, 
 
 } Make rich the ribs,but barkerout the wits: 
 
 Dumais: My loving Lord ,Dweaine is mortified, 
 
 The groffer manner of thefe worldsdelights, 
 
 He throwesupon the groffe worlds bafer flaves : 
 
 To love,td wealth,to pompe,! pincand die, 
 
 With ali thefe living in Philofophy. 
 
 _ Biros. Ican but fay their proteftation over, 
 
 | Somuch(deare Liege Ihave already fworne, 
 
 | That is,to live and ftudy here three yeeres- 
 
 | Butthereare other {trit obfervances : 
 
 | Asnot tofee a woman in that terme, 
 
 Which I hope wells notenrolled there. 
 
 And one day ina weeke tetouch no foode : 
 
 ‘And but one:meale on every day befide : 
 
 The which I hope is not enrolled there. 
 
 And then tofleepe but three houres in the night, 
 
 And not be feene to winke of all the day. 
 When I was went to thi 0 harme all night, 
 
 And makea darke nighttoof halfe the day : 
 
 - fo STR ae ne tn A 
 
 rms 
 
 Which I hope well is not enrolled there. 
 
 O,thefe are barren taskes, too hard to keepe, 
 
 Not to fee Ladies, ftudy,faft,not fleepe. 
 Ferd. Your oath is paft to paffe away from thefe. 
 Biron, Let me fay no my Liege,and if yon pleafe, 
 
 Lonely fwore to ftudy with yourGrace, 
 
 And ftay herein your Court for three yeares {paces 
 Long. You {woreto that Biror;and to the reft. 
 
 Or having {worne too hard a keeping oath, 
 Study to breake it,and not breake my troth. 
 If ftudies gaine be thus,and this be fo, 
 Study knowes that which yet it doth not know, 
 Sweare me to this,and I willne're fay no. . 
 Ferd. Thefebe the ftops that hinder ftudy quite, 
 And traine our jntellectsto vaine delight. ee 
 Bir. Why ? all delights are vaine,and that moft vailie, | 
 Which with paine purchas’d,doth inherit painey =| 
 As painefully to poare upon a booke, Fi, 
 Tofeeke the light of truth, while truth the while | | 
 Doth falfly blinde the eye-fight of his looke : 1A F 
 Light feeking light,doth light begnile : 
 So ere you find where light in darkneffe lies, 
 Your light growesdarke by lofing ofyoureyes« 
 Study me how to pleafe the eye indeed, . 
 By fixing it upon a fairer eye, 
 Who dazling fo, that eye {hall be his heed, , 
 And give him light that 1t was blinded by. 
 Study is like the heavens glorious Sunne, 
 That will not be deepefearch’d with fawcy lookes: 
 Small have continual plodders ever wonne, be 
 Save bafe authoritie from others Bookes. 
 Thefe earthly Godfathers of heavens lights, 
 That give a nameto every fixed flarse, 
 Have no more profit oftheir fhining nights, 
 Then thofethat walke,and wot not what they are, 
 Too much to know, is to know nought but fame: | 
 And every Godfather can give'a name. 3 “fe 
 Ferd. How well hee’s read,to reafon againft readings : 
 
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 Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 Dum. Procecded well,to {top all good proceeding. 
 Lon, He weedestheCorne,and ftill lets grow the wee- 
 
 ding. 
 
 Bir. The Spring is neare when Greene Geefe area 
 breeding. ‘ 
 
 Dum. How followesthat ? 
 
 Bir. Fit in his place and time. 
 
 Dum. In ceafon nothing. 
 
 Bir. Something thenn rime. 
 
 Ferd. Béronis like an envious {meaping Froft, 
 
 That bites the firft borne Infants of the Spring. 
 
 Bir. Well,fay 1 am,why fhould proud Summer boaft, 
 
 Before the Birds have any caufe to fing ? 
 
 Why fhould { joy in any abortive birth? 
 
 At Chriftmas 1 no moredefire a Rofe, 
 
 Than witha Snow in Mayesnew fangled fhowes : 
 
 But like ofeach thing that in feafon growes. 
 
 So you to ftudy now 1t is too late, 
 
 That were toclymbe orethe houfer’unlocke the gate: 
 Fer, Well,fit you out : goe home Birow:adue. 
 Bir. Nomy good Lord;I have fworn to ftay with you: 
 
 And thongh I have for barbarifme {poke more, 
 
 Then for that Angell knowledge you can fay, 
 
 Yetconfident Ile keepe what | have fwore, 
 
 And bide the pennance of each three yeeres day. 
 
 Give me the Paper let me readethe fame, 
 
 And to the ftrit ft decrees lle write my names 
 Fer. How well this yeelding refcues thee from fhame. 
 
 Birs Item. Thatno.woman fhall come within a mile 
 of my Conrt. 
 
 Hath this been proclaimed ? 
 Long. Foure dayes agoc. 
 Ber, Let'sfee the penalty. 
 
 On paine of loofing her. tongue. 
 
 Who devis’d this penalty 2 
 
 Lon. Marry that did 1. 
 
 Bir. Sweet Lord,and why? 
 
 Lon, Tofright them ‘hénceowith that‘dread penalty, 
 A dangerous Law againit gentility. 
 
 Item,It any man beteenetotalke with a woman’ with- 
 
 in ‘the teatme of three: yeares hee {hall-endure {uch 
 
 publique fhame as the reft of the Gout: fhall poflibly 
 devife. 
 Bir, This Article my Liege your felfe muft breake, 
 
 For well you know herecomesin Embafiie 
 
 The FreschKings daughter,with your {clfeto fpeake: 
 
 A Maide of Graceand compleat Majefty, 
 
 About furrender up of Aquitaine : 
 
 To her decrepit, ficke,and bed-rid Father. 
 
 Therefore chis Article is made in -vaine, 
 
 Or vairiely comes the bdmired Princefle hicher. 
 
 Fer, What fay youLords? ¥ 
 Why , this was quite forgot, 
 
 Bir. So ftady evermoreis overfhot) ©" 
 
 While iteder h ftudy tor have what it would; 
 
 It doth forgettodoe the thing it fhould: 
 
 And when ithath the thing it bunteth moft, 
 
 ’Tis won as Townes with fire,fo won,foloft: » 
 
 Fe OW d mutt of forcedifpence with this Decree, 
 
 She mutt lic here on meereeceffity. © ’ : 
 
 Bir. Necellity will make us all forfworne 
 Threethoufand times within this three yeares fpace : 
 For everyman with his affects is borne,’ 
 
 Notbyanight miaftredbut by {peciall grace. 
 
 If I-breakefaiththis wotd’{hall breake forme, 
 
 I am forfworneon meere'neceffitie. 7 
 
 sen eae’ 
 
 Soto the Lawesat large] write my name, 
 
 And he that breakesthem in the leaft degree, 
 Standsin attainder of eternal fhame. 
 
 Suggeftions are to others as to me : ; 
 But I beleeve although 1 feeme foloth, 
 
 Tam the laft that will laft keepe his oath. 
 
 Butis there'no quicke recreation granted ? 
 
 Fer. Ithatthere is,our Court y ou knew is haunted 
 
 With a gonceited Travailer of Spaine, 
 
 Aman inallthe world new fafhion planted, 
 
 That hatha mint of phrafes in his braine: 
 One,whom the muficke of his owne vaine tongue, 
 Doth ravith like inchanting harmony : 
 
 Aman ef complemerits,whom right and wrong 
 Have chofe as vmpire of their mutinie- 
 
 This childe of fancie that Armado hight, 
 
 For interim to our ftudies fhall relate, 
 
 In high-borne words the worth of many'a Knight ; 
 From tawny Spaswe loft inthe worlds debate, 
 
 How you delight my Lords,I know not I, 
 
 But I proteft I love to heare himlie, 
 
 And I will ufe himfor my Minftrelfie. 
 
 Bir. eArmadoisamott illuttrious wight, 
 A man of fire,new words,Fafhions owne Knight: 
 Lon, Coftardthe {waineand he fhall be our fport, 
 
 And foto ftudie;three yeeres is but fhort. 
 
 Enter a Conftable with Coftard with a Letter. 
 } 
 \ . Conft’ Whichisthe Dukes owne perfon. 
 Bir. This fellow, What would’ft?. 
 Con. I my felfe repreherid his owne perfon , for I am 
 his Graces Tharberough: But I would fee his owne per- 
 |: fon in flefh and blonds * 
 boo Bir. Thisashe. 
 Gon. Signior Arme, Arme commends you : 
 There’s villany abroad, this letter will télt you more- 
 | Clow. Sar, the~Contempts thereof are as touching 
 mest yas 
 Fer. A Letter from the magnificent e4r mado. 
 Bir. How low foeverthe matter , I hope in God for 
 
 | high words.. 
 Lone high hope foralow heaven; God grant us pa- 
 
 tience. 
 
 Bir. Toheare, or forbeare hearing. 
 
 Lon. To heare meekely fir, andto laugh moderately, 
 or to forbeare both. . 
 
 Bir. Well fir, be it asthe ftile fhall give us caufe to 
 clime in the mefrineffc. 
 
 (low. ‘The matter is to me fir,as concerning /aqwenctta, 
 The manner of it is,I wastaken with the manner. 
 
 Bir. In what manner? : 
 
 Clow.In manner and forme following firall thofe three. 
 I was feene with her in the Mannor houfe, fitcing ‘with 
 her upon the Forme;-and taken following her into the 
 Parke : which put together , is in tanner and forme 
 following. Now fir for the Manner; Is the manner 
 ofa man tofpeaketo a Woman , for the Forme in ‘fome 
 formie. 
 
 Bir, For the followig fir. 
 | (low. Asit fhall follow in my correction , and God 
 | defend the right. aj wogrner 
 |" Fer Will you heare'this Letrer with attention ? 
 | Bir, As we would heare an Oracle. 
 } 
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 Cle. Suchisthe fimplicity of man to hearken after, the 
 
 flefh. 
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 Fer-_ Great 
 
Loves Labou'sloft. a 7 
 
 Ferdinand. d ole domi 
 Reat Deputy ;the Welkins Vicegerent , ana fole aomsna- 
 G tor of Nea A moat God, and boslies fe- 
 fring Patrone : 
 
 Ct. Not'a word of Coffard yet. 
 
 Ferd. Soita. . i R. Behe 15 
 
 Coft. it may be fo : but if he fay itis fo;heis intelling 
 true.: but fo. 
 
 Ferd, Peace, ° 
 
 Clow. Be to me,and every man that dares not fight. 
 
 Ferd. No words, 
 
 Clow, Of other mens fecrets Ibefeech you. 
 
 Ferd. So it ts, befieged with [able coluaured melancholy, I 
 did commend the blacke oppreffing bumonr to the moft whole~ 
 Some Phyficke of thy health giving ayre: eAnd as I am a Gen- 
 tlem in betooke my f-lfeto w:lke: the time When? about the 
 fixt houre,When Beats moft grafe, Birds best pecke, and men 
 fit dovne tothatnonrifbment which ws called Supper : So much 
 for thetime When. Now for the ground Which? which I 
 means | walkt upon, is ts ycliped, Thy Parke. Then for the 
 place Where ? where I meane 1 did encounter that obfcene and 
 moft preposterous event that draweth from my fnow white Pen 
 the Ebou-coloured Inke , which heere thou vseweft, beholdes , 
 furvayeft , or (eek. But to the place Where: It ftandeth 
 
 Noth North-East ana by Eaft from the west corser of thy 
 curious knotted Garden; There did I fee thst low [psrited 
 Swaine, tht bale Minow of thy myrth, ( Clowne. Mee? ) 
 that unlettered {mall-knowing foule, ((low.me?) that fallow 
 valfal’ (Clow. Still M2 which as L remember ight Coftard, 
 (C‘ow.O me) foried and conforted contrary t0 thy eftablifhed 
 proclaimed Edst and (ontinent Canon: Whichwith,O with, 
 bu: with this I paffion tofay wherewith : 
 
 Clo. With a Wench. ‘ 
 
 Ferd. with achslde of onr Grandmother Eve, a female; 
 or for thy more underStanding a woman : bins, 1{ as my ever 
 cfteemed dutie prickes me on) have ent to thee, to recesve the 
 meed of punsfoment by the {weet Graces Officer’ Anthony 
 Dull,4 man of good repute carriage bearing and ¢/trmation, 
 
 Aath.Me,an’t {hall pleafe you? | am e4nthony Dal, 
 
 Ferd. For Yaquenetta(/o isthe weaker veffell called which 
 J apprebended with the aforefaid Swain, | keep her-as a veffel of 
 thy' Lawes fury and fball at the least of thy fw-et. notice , bring 
 her to triall. Thine in all complements of devoted and heart. 
 burning heat of dutic. ; 
 
 Don Adriana de Atmado. 
 
 Bir. Thisis not fo well asT looked for , but the beft 
 that ever I heard. 
 Ferd. 1 the beft for the worft.. But firra, What fay you 
 to this ? ; 
 Cle. Sir I confeffethe Wench. 
 Fer. Did youheare the Proclamation? - 
 Clo. Idoe confeffe much of the hearing it, but little of 
 the marking of it, 
 Ferd. It was proclaimeda yceres imprifonment to bee 
 taken witha Wench. 
 Clo; It was taken with none fir, I wastakea witha 
 Damofell. 
 Ferd. Well,it was proclaimed Damofell. 
 Clo, This was no Damofell neither fir, hee was a Vir- 
 gin. 
 . Ferd. It is{o varied too,for it was proclaimed Virgin. 
 Clo. If it were,I deny her Virginitie : I wastaken with 
 a Maide. 
 Fer. This Maide will not ferve your turne fir. 
 Clo. This Maide will ferve my turne fir. 
 
 Fer. Sir I will pronounce your fentenceé You fhill 
 faft a Weeke with Branne and Water- ae 
 (7. had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton andPor. 
 rigde., | 
 ‘Ferd, And Don Armado (hill be your Keeper. a 
 My Lord Biron, {ee him deliver’d ore, ta 
 And goe we Lords to put in practice that, 
 Which each to other hath fo ftrongly fworne, - Exe 
 Bir. Ile lay my head toany good mansH t, 
 Thefe oathes and Lawes will prove an idle fcorne, 
 Sirra,come ons 4 a 
 C4. \fuffer for thetruth fir : for trme it is, 1 was te} 
 ken with /aquenctta,and laquenetta is a true Girle ,” 
 therefore welcome the fowre cup of profperity,affliG 
 may one day {mile againe, and untill then fit downe for) 
 row. 
 Enter Armado a Braggart,and Moth his Page, 
 Brag. Boy, What figne 1s it when a man of great fpirit 
 growes melancholly ? ; “2 
 Boy. A great figne fir;that he willlooke fad. | 
 Brag. Why? fadneffe is one arid the felfe-fame thing | 
 deare Impe. . 
 Boy. No,no,0 Lord fir nos ‘ef 
 Brag. How canft thou part fadneffe and melancholy, | 
 my tender /avenal ? 7 
 Boy. By a familiar demonftration of the working , my] 
 tough Signiors me | 
 Brag. Why tough Signior ? Why tough fignior? | 
 Bey. Why tender Juvenah?, Why tender Jevenal? | 
 Boy. | {poke it tender /uvenall, asa congruent epithe | 
 ton, appertaining to thy yong dayes,which we may no 
 nate tender. . NN ae 
 Boy. And I tough Signior , as.an appertinent title to} 
 your old time which we may name tough. - 
 Brag, Pretty and apt. CN ae 
 Boy. How meane you fir,! pretty, and my faying apt? 
 or I apt,and my faying pretty ? . " 
 Brag. Thoupretty, becaufelicele. = 
 Boy. Little pretty, becaufelivle: wherefore apt? 
 Brag. And therefore apt;becaufe quicke. 
 Boy. Speake you this in my praife Matter ? 
 Brag. Inthy condigne praife. uy 
 Bey. | will praife an Eele withthe fame praife. 
 Brag. What ? that an Eeie isingenuous, ee 
 Boy. Thatan Eele is quicke. o 1 
 Srag 1 doe fay thou art quicke in anfweres. Thou} 
 heat’ it my blood. hy 
 Boy. Lam anfwer'd fir. 
 Brag. 1 love nortobe croft. 
 
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 Brag. \ confefleboth, t 
 compleat man, 
 
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 Brag. A moft fine figure. 
 
 Boy. To Prove youa Cypher. : 
 
 Brag. 1 will hereupon confeffe 1 am in Jove and as 
 it is bate for a Souldiertolove ; foam ia love with a 
 bate Wench, Ifdrawing my {word againft the humour 
 of affection, would deliver mee from the reprobate 
 thought of it, I would take Defire prifoner, and ranfome . 
 him to any French Coustier for a new devis’d curtefie . I 
 thinke {corne to figh , meethinkes 1 fhould out-{weare 
 Cupid. Comfort me Boy, What great men have beene 
 inlove? 
 
 Boy. Hercules,Matter. 
 
 Brag. Mott {weet Hercudes: more authority deate Boy, 
 name more ; and {weet my childe let them bee men of 
 good repute and carriage. , : 
 
 - Boy. Samapfon,Matter,he-wasa man.of good carriage, 
 great carriage : for hee carried the Towne-gates on his 
 backe like a Porter : and he was in love. 
 
 Brag. O weil-knit Sampfon, {trong joynted Sampfon ; 
 I docexcell thee in oy Rapierjas muchasthou didit mee 
 in carrying gates. Iaminlovetoo, Who was Samp(ons 
 Love my deare Adoth ? 
 
 Boy. A woman; Matter. 
 
 Brag. Of what complexion ? 
 Boy. Ofall the foure,or the three,or the two,or one of 
 the foure. ; : 
 
 Brag. Tell me precifely of what Complexion? 
 
 Bey. Ofthe Sea-water Greene fir. : 
 
 Brag. Isthat one of the fourecomplexions? 
 
 Boy.. AsI have read fir,and*the beft of hem too, 
 
 Brag. Greene indeed isthe colour of Lovers: but to 
 4 havea Love of that colour, me thinkes Samp/on had {mall 
 | reafon for it, He furely afteéted her for her wit. 
 
 Boy. It was fo fir,for fhe had a greene wit. 
 
 Brag. My Love is mottimmacuiate whiteand red. 
 
 Boy. Molt immaculate thoughts Maller,are mask’d un- 
 der {uch colours. 
 
 Brag. Define,define,well educated infant, 
 
 Boy. My tathers witte, and my mothers tongue affift 
 mice. 
 
 Brag. Sweerinvocation of a childe’, moft pretty and 
 patheticall. 
 
 Boy. If {he be made of white and red, 
 | Her faults will ne’re be knowne: 
 
 For blufhing cheekes by faults are bred, 
 
 } And feares by pale white fhowne : 
 
 Then if the feare,or-be to blame, 
 
 By this you fhallnot know, 
 
 For {till her cheekes pofleife the fame, 
 
 Which native fhe doth owe : 
 
 A dangerous rime Matter againft the reafon of white 
 and redde. 
 
 Brag. Istherenota Ballet Boy , of the King and the 
 * Begger? 
 
 Boy. The world was very guilty of fucha Ballet, fome 
 three Ages fince,but I thinke now ‘tisnotto be found : or 
 if it were,it would neither ferve for the writing , nor the 
 tune. ae to 
 
 Brag. Iwill have that fubjec& newly writ ore , that I 
 may example my digreflion by fome mighty prefident. 
 Boy.J doe!ove that Countrey Girle that I tooke in the 
 Parke with the rationall Hinde Coftard: fhee deferves 
 1 well. 
 
 Boy. Tobewhip’d: and yet a better Love then my 
 Mafier. 
 Brag. Sing Boy my {pirit growes heavy in love. 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 
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 Boy. And that’s great marvell,loving alight Wench, 
 Brag. I {ay fing. : ‘ 
 Boy, Forbeare tll this company be paft. 
 
 Enter (lowne,Conftable,and Wench, 
 
 Conft, Sir,the Dukes pleafure, is that you keepe Co- 
 frard{afe,and you mofilet him take no delight, nor no 
 pennance, but he muft tat three dayes a weeke: for this 
 Damfell,! mutt keepe herat the Parke, (hee i8 allow’d for 
 the Day-woman. Fare you well. Exit. 
 
 Brag. Idoe betray my felfe with bluthing : Maide. 
 
 Mad. Man. 
 
 Brag. 1 will vifit thee at the Lodg. 
 
 (Maid. That’s here by. 
 
 Brag. know where iris fituate. 
 
 Maid. Lord how wife you are ! 
 
 Brag. I willtell thee wonders, 
 
 Maid. With that face? 
 
 Brag. I love thee. 
 
 (Maid. So I heard you fay. 
 
 Brag. And fo farewell. 
 
 Masa. Faire weather after you. 
 
 Come /agnenetta,awa Ve Excnnt. 
 
 Brag. Villaine,thou fhalt fait for thy offences ere thou 
 be pardoned, 
 
 Clo, Well fie,\ hope when Idoe it, I fhalldoe it ona 
 
 full {tomacke, 
 Brag. Thou thalt be heavily punithed. 
 C4. Tam more bound to you then your fellowes , for | 
 they are buelightly rewarded, 
 (on. Take away this Villaine,fhut hith up. 
 Boy. Come youtranfgre(ling flave,away. 
 Clow, Let menot be pentup fir, L wilibe fal being 
 oofe. ; 
 Boy. ‘No fir, that were faft and loofe: thou fhalt to 
 prifon. 
 
 Clow. Well,if ever Idoe feethe merry dayes of defo- 
 lation that Lhavefeene ,fome fhall (e. 
 
 Boy. What fhall fome fee? 
 
 Clow, Nay nothing, Mafter Moth, bit what they 
 lookeupon. It is not’for prifoners to be filent in their 
 words,and therefore I will fay nothing +I thanke God, I 
 have as little patience as another man and therefore I can 
 be quiet. “Exit. 
 
 Brag. I docaffet the very ground ( which is bafe) 
 where her fhooe ( which is bater ) guided by her foote 
 (which is bafeft)doth tread. I fhail be forfworne( which 
 is a great argument of falfhood ) if { love. And how can 
 that be true love,which is falfly attempted > Love isa fa- 
 miliar, Love isa Divell. There is no evill Angell but 
 Love, yet Samp/on was {fo tempted , and hee had an excel- 
 lent ftrength : Yet was Salomon {fo feduced., and hee Had 
 a very good wit. Cwpids But-fhatt istoo hard for Her- 
 cules Clabbe , and therefore too nauch oddes for a Spa- 
 niards Rapier: The firft and fecond caufe will not ferve 
 my turne: the Paffado hee refpects not ,the Dwello hee 
 xegards not ; his difgrace is to bee called Boy , bat his 
 glory isto fubdue men. Adue Valour , ruft Rapier , bee 
 {till Drum,for your manager is inlove; yea, hee loveth. 
 Affitt me fomeextemporall god-of Rime , for I am fare I 
 fhallturne Sonnet. Devife Wit, write Pen, for I am for 
 whole volumes in folio. 
 
 Finis eilus Primi. 
 
 1 SE SETS eA ss» | 
 
eA ttus Secunda. 
 
 Enter thé Princelfe of France,with three attending Ladies; 
 and three Lords, 
 
 Boyer. Now Madam fummonup your deareft fpitits, 
 Confider whom the King your Father fends: 
 To whom hefends,and what's his Embaflic. 
 Your felfesheld precious in the worlds eftceme, 
 To parlee with the fole inheritour 
 Of all perfe@tions thata man may owe, 
 Matcleffe Navarre : the pleaofno leffe weight 
 Than Aquitaine,a Dowrie for a Queene. 
 Be now as prodigall of all deare grace, 
 As Nature wasin making Gracesdeare, 
 When the did ftarve the generall world befide, 
 And prodigally gave themall to you- 
 * Prin, Good L. Boyet may beauty though but meane, 
 Needes not the painted flourith of your praife : 
 Beauty is bought by judgement of theeye, 
 Not uttred by bafe fale of Chapmens tongues ; 
 I amleffe proud to heare you tell my worth, 
 Then you much willing tobe counted wife, 
 In {pending thus your wit in praife of mine. 
 But now to taske the tasker,good Boyet, 
 You are not ignorant,all-telling fame 
 Doth noyfe abroad Navarre hath madea vow, 
 Till painefull ftudy thall out-wearethree yeares, 
 No woman may approach his filent Court : 
 | Therefore to’s feemeth it a needfull courfe, 
 Before we enter his forbidden Gates, 
 To know his pleafure,and in that behalfe 
 Bold of your worthineffe,we fingle you, 
 As our beft moving faire Soliciter + 
 Tell him the Daughter of the King of France, 
 On ferious bufinefle,craving quicke difpatch, 
 Importunes perfonall conference with his Grace. 
 Hatte,fignifie fo much, while weattend, 
 Like humble vifag’d Sutors his high will. 
 Boyet. Proud of imployment,willingly Igoe. Exit, 
 Prin. Allprideis willing pride,and your’sis fo : 
 Whoarethe Votaries my loving Lords, that are vow- 
 fellowes with this vertuous Duke ? 
 Lor. Loxgavileis one. 
 Prin. Know youthe man? i 
 1 Lad. I knew him Madam at a marriage Featt, 
 Betweenc L.Perigort and the beauteous heire 
 Of laques F anconbridge folemnized. 
 In Normandy faw Ithis Longavile, 
 Aman of foveraigne parts heis eftean’d: 
 Well fitted in the Arts,glorious in Armes : 
 Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. 
 Theonely foyle of his faire vertues glofle, 
 (If vertues gloffe will ftaine with any foyle,) 
 Isa fharpe wit match’d with too blunt a will : 
 Whofe edge hath power to cut,whofe wili till wils, 
 It fhouid none {pare that come within his power. 
 Prin. Some merry mocking Lord belike,ift fo ? 
 Lad.1. They fay fo moft, that moft his humors know. 
 Prix. Such {hort liv’d wits doe wither as they grow. 
 Who arethe reft? 
 2.Lad.The yong Damaine,a well dccomplifh’d youth,} 
 
 Laver Gabor loft. 
 
 _ Is my report to his great worthinefie. 
 
 | For every object that the one doth catch, 
 
 a Nt | <A ena Entei SR 
 
 Of all that Vertue love,for Vertue loved. 
 Moft power to doe moft harme,leait knowing tl: 
 For he hath wit tomake an ill shape good, 
 
 And fhapeto win grace though he had ne wit. 
 
 I faw him at the Duke A/anzoes once, 
 
 And much too little of that good I faw, 
 
 Rofa; Another of thefe Students at that time, 
 Was there with him,as I have heard a trath. 
 Birone they cal] him,buta merrier man, 
 
 Within the limit of becomming mirth, 
 I never fpentan honrestalke withall. 
 His eye begets occafion fer wit, 
 
 The other turnesto a mirth-moving jeft. 
 Which his faire tongue(conceits Expofitor) 
 Deliversin {uch apt and gracious words, 
 That aged cares play Trewantat his Tales; 
 And yonger hearings are quiteravifhed. | 
 So {weet and voluble1s his difcourfe, sae 
 
 Prin. God bleffe my Ladies,are they allinlove? —~ 
 That every one her owne hath garnifhed, f 
 With fuch bedecking ornaments Of praifes 
 ~ CMa. Heere comes Boyet. 
 
 es, 
 
 ' Enter Boyet, 
 
 Pa 
 
 eae 
 
 Prin, Now,what admitrance Lord? ef 
 Boyet. Navarre had notice of your faire approach; — 
 And he and his Competitors in oath, ge 
 Wercalladdreft to meete you gentle Lady 
 Before I came : Marry thus] have learnt, 
 He rather meanes to lodge you in the field, - 
 Like one that comes heere to befiege his Court, 
 Than fecke a difpenfation for his oath : 
 To Jet yon enter his unpeopled houfe. 
 
 Enter Navar ,Longavile, Dumaine ana Birone: 
 
 Heere comes Navarre. song 
 Nav. Faire Princeffe,welcometothe Conrt of Navar| 
 frin. Faire Igive youbacke againe , and welcome I oe 
 
 havenot yet : the roofe of this Court istoo hightobee | 
 
 yours, and welcome to the wide fields, too bafetobee 
 
 mine. f 
 Nav. You fhall be welcome Madam tomy Court. 
 
 Prin. Lwillbe welcome then,Conduct me thither- 
 Nav. Heare me deare Lady,I have fworne an oath 
 Frin. Our Lady helpe my Lord;hee’l be forfwornes | | 
 Wav. Not forthe world faire Madam,by my will, | & 
 Pria; Why,will thall breake it willjand nothingelfee | 
 
 Nav. Your Ladifhip is ignorant what itis. = | 
 Fria. Were my Lord fo,hisignorance were wiley | 
 
 Wherenow hisknowledge muft proveignorance. = |_ 
 
 Theare your Grace hath {werne out Houf-keeping > — 
 
 *Tisdeadly finne to keepe that oath my Lord, 
 
 And finne to breake it : 
 
 But pardon me,] am too fodaine bold, 
 
 To teacha Teacher ill befeemeth me. 
 
 Vouchfafe to reade the purpofe of my comming, 
 
 And fodainely refolve me in my fuite. 
 
 Nav. Madam,I will,if fodainly Imay. 
 Prin. You will thefooner that I were away, 
 
 For you'll prove perjur’d if you make me ftay. 
 
 Bir, Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?. 
 Rofa. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? fie & 
 Bir, 1) 
 
ny 
 
 | | Loves Labour's loft 
 
 Bir. I know youdid, 
 Rofa. How needleffe was it then to aske the queftion ? 
 Bir. You mutt not be fo quicke, 
 
 Bir. Your wit’stoo hot ,it {peedstoo faft , “twill tire. 
 Rao. Not tillit leave the Rider inthe mire, 
 Bir. What time a day ? 
 Rofa. The houre that fooles fhould aske. 
 Bir. Now faire befall your maske. 
 Rofa» Faire fall the face it covers. 
 Bir. And fend you many lovers. 
 Rofa. Amen, fo you be none, 
 Bor. Nay then will I be gone, “4 
 Fer. Madame, your father heere doth intimate, 
 - Thepaiment of a hundred thonfand Crownes, 
 Being but th’one halfe, ofanintirefumme,; 
 Disburfed by my father in his warres. 
 But fay that he, or we, as neither have 
 Receiv'd that fumme ; yet there remaines unpaid 
 A hundred thoufand more : in furety ofthe which, 
 One part of 4gustaine is bound to us, 
 Although not valued to the moneys worth, 
 If then the King your father will reftore 
 But that one halfe which is unfatisfied, 
 We will give up our right in Aquitaine , 
 And hold faire friendghip with his Majefty : 
 
 But that it feemes he little purpofeth, 
 } For here he doth demand to have repaid, 
 An hundred thoufand Crownes, and not demands 
 One paiment of a hundred thoufand Crownesy 
 To have his titlelive in Aquitaine, 
 Which we much rather had depart withall, 
 And have the money by our father lent, 
 Then Aqaitaine, fo guelded asitis, 
 Deare Princeffe, were not hisrequeftsfo farre 
 From reafons yeelding, yout faire felfe fhould make 
 A yeelding ’gainft fome reafon in my breft, 
 And goe well fatisfied to France againe. 
 
 Prima, Youdoe the King my Father too much wrong, 
 And wrong the reputation of your name, 
 
 In founfeeming to confefle receit 
 Of that whieh hath fo faithfully beene paid. 
 
 Fer. I doe proteft I never heard of ir, 
 And ifyou prove it, Ile repay it backe, 
 
 Or yeeldupe4quitaine, 
 Prin. We asreft your word : 
 Boyet, youcan produce acquittances 
 For fuch a fumme,from f{peciall Odicers, 
 Of Charles his Father. 
 
 Fer. Satisfieme {0. 
 
 Byet. So pleafe your Grace, the packet is not come 
 Where that and other {pecialties are bound, . 
 To morrow you fhall havea fight of them. 
 
 Per. It {hall fuifice me 5 at which enterview, 
 Allliberall reafon would I yeeld unto: 
 
 Meane time, receive fuch welcome at my hand, 
 
 As Honour, without breach of Honor may 
 
 Make tender of, to thy true worthineffe. 
 
 You may not come faire Prineeflein my gates; 
 
 But heere withoat you shall be fo receiy'd,:. 
 
 As you fhall deeme your felfe lode’din my heart, 
 Though fo deni‘d farther harbour in my houfe : 
 Your owne good thoughts excufe me, and farewell, 
 Tomorrow we shall vifit you againe. 
 
 Ro.’Tislong of youthat {pur mee with fuch queftions. 
 
 Prin Swect health and faire defires confort your grace. 
 Fer. Thy owne with; with I thee, in every place.£xit. 
 
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 Boy. Lady, I will commend youto my owne heart. 
 La. Ro. Pray you doe my commendations, 
 I would be gladto fée its. - 
 
 Boy. I would you heard it grone. 
 
 La. Ro. Is the foule ficke ? 
 
 Boy. Sicke at the heart. 
 
 La. Ro. Alacke, let it bloud. 
 
 Boy. Would that doe it good? 
 
 La. Ro: My Phificke fayes I, 
 
 Bo.W ill yous prick't with your eye, 
 
 La. Ro. Neo poynt, with my knife, 
 
 Boy. Now God fave thy life. 
 
 La. Ro. And yours from long living. 
 
 Bir. 1 cannot ftay thank(giving. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 ay EnterDumame. . 
 Dum. Sir, 1 pray yona word : what Lady is that fame? 
 Bey. The heire of Alanfon, Rofalin her name. 
 Dum. Agallant Lady, Mounfier fare you well. Exit. 
 Enter Longavile. ; 
 Long. I befeech youa word : what is fheinthe white? 
 Boy. A woman fometimes, if you {aw her in the light, 
 Long. Perchancelight inthe light : I defire her name. 
 Boy. She hathbut one for her felfe, 
 To defire that were a fhame. 
 Lon, Pray you fir, whofe daughter? 
 Boy. Her mothers, I have heard. 
 Long. Gods bleffing a your beard. 
 Boy. Good fir be not ottended; 
 She is an heire of Faulconbridge. 
 Long. Nay, my choller is ended’: 
 Shee isa moft fweet Lady. 
 Boy. Not unlike fir, that may be. 
 Enter Girone, 
 Bir. What's her name inthe cap. 
 Boy, Katherine by good hap. 
 Bsr. Is fhe wedded, or nos 
 Boy. Toher will fir; orfo. 
 Bir, Youare welcome fir, adiew . 
 Boy. Fare well tomefir, and welcome to you. Exit, 
 La. Ma. That laft is Birone, the mery mad-cap Lord. 
 Not a word with him, buta jeft. 
 Boy: And every jeft but a word. 
 Fri. It was welldone of youtotake himat his word. 
 Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord. 
 _ Lad. Ma. Two hot Sheepes mary ; 
 And wherefore not Ships ? . (lips. 
 Boy. No fheepe ({weet Lamb) unlefle we feed on your 
 La: You fheepe and I paftures {hall that finith the jeft? 
 Boy.. So you grant paiture for me. 
 La. Not fo gentle beat. 
 My lips are no Common, though feverall they bes” 
 . Boy. Belonging to whom ? 
 La. Tomy fortunesandme. __, 
 Prin. Good wits will be jangling, but gentles agree. 
 This civill warre of wits were much better nfed 
 On Navarand his bookemen, for heere’tis abus'd. 
 Boy. lfmy obfervation (which very feldome lyes 
 By the hearts ftillrhetoricke, difclofed with eyes) 
 Deceive me net now, Aavaris infected. 
 Prin: With what 2... ee to sip a 
 Boy: With that which we Loversintitle affected. 
 Prin, Your reafon., PT ee 
 Boy. Why all his behaviours doe make their retire, 
 To the court of his eye, peepingthorough defire. ns 
 His heart likean Agot with your print imprefled, fat 
 rou 
 
 Exit. Long. 
 
Proud with his forme, in his eye pride expreffed. 
 His tongue all impatient to fpeake and not fee, 
 
 Did ftumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be, 
 Allfenfes to that fence did make their repaire, 
 To feele onely looking on fairelt of faire : 
 
 Me thoughitall bis fences were lockt in his eye, 
 ‘As Jewels in Chriffallfor fomePrinceto buy» —( glaft, 
 Who tendring their owne worth from whence they were 
 Did point out to buy them along as you paft. 
 
 His faces owne margent did coate {uch amazes, 
 
 That all eyes {aw his eyes inchanted with gazes. 
 
 Ile give you e Aquitaine and all thatishis, 
 
 And you give him for my fake, but one loving kiffe. 
 
 Prin, Cometo our Pavillion, Boyer is difpolde. 
 
 Boy. But to fpeake thatin words,which his eye hath 
 Tonely have made a mouth, of hiseye, (difclof’d, 
 By adding a tongue, which I know will not lye. 
 Lad.Ro. Thouartan old Love-monger, and fpeakeft 
 
 skillfully. 
 Lad: Ma. Heis Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news 
 
 of him. 
 Lad.2. Then was Venus like hermother, for her fa- 
 ther is but-grim. 
 Boy. Doe you 
 Lad. 1. No 
 Boy. What then, doe you fee? 
 Lad.2. 1, our way tobe gone. 
 Boy. Youate too hard for mes 
 
 heare my mad wenches ? 
 
 Extunt omnes. 
 
 es —— 
 
 eA tus Tertia. 
 
 Entcy Braggart, and Boy. 
 song: 
 
 Bra. Warble child, make paflionatemy fenfe of *hea- 
 ring. 
 
 Bey. Concolinell. ——_—+ 
 
 Brag. Sweet Ayer; goe tendernefle of yeares:: take 
 this Key, give enlargement to the fwaine, bring him fc- 
 ftinatly hither : I mutt -imploy’ him in a letter to my 
 Love. 
 
 Boy. Will you wit yout love witha French braule ? 
 
 Brag. How meaneft thou ,brauling in French? 
 
 Boy. No my compleat matter, but to jigge off a*ttine 
 atthe tongues end, canary to it'with the feete, humour 
 it with turning up your eye : figha note and fing a ‘note, 
 fometime through the throate: if you fwallowed love 
 with finging, love fometime through the nofe, as-if you 
 fouft up love by fmelling love, with your hat penthoafe- 
 like ore the fhop of your eyes, with your armes croft on 
 your thinebelly doublet, (likea Rabberon a {pit)-oryour 
 hands in your pocket, like aman after the old painting 
 atid keepe not too long in one tine, ‘uta {nip and away : 
 thefe are complements, thefe ate-humours, thefe betray 
 nice wenches that would be betraied' without thefé;-and 
 maké them ‘menof note doe yownote’ men that moftare 
 affected torhefe? °° esisetetd? iG enna of 
 
 Brag. How haft thou purchafed this experience ? 
 
 Boy. By my penne of obfervation: 
 
 Brag. ButO, bat O. — 
 
 Boy. The Hobby-horfe is forgot. 
 Brag. Cal'{t thoumy love Hobbi-horfe. 
 Boy. Mo Matter the Hobbi-horfeis bur a Colt, and 
 | your Love perhaps, aHackny: 9-05 28] 
 
 we « 
 woes 
 
 ~~ caret ae sateen 
 
 ~~, 
 
 i 
 
 _ thought, my {plcene,the heaving of my lunges provo 
 _ me toridiculous finiling: O pardon memy ftarres,doth 
 
 ‘ voytor afalve? } 
 
 , Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore beene faine. 
 | Now will I begin your morrall, and doe you followw 
 
 But have you forgot your Love ? 
 Brag. Almoft 1 had. Bie 
 Boy. Negligent ftudent, learne her by heart. 
 Brag. By heart,and in heart Boy. Yi 
 Boy. And out of heart Matter : all thofe three T will 
 prove. ae 
 Brag. What wilt thou prove suas a 
 Boy. A man, if I live (and this) by, in, and withoyt,up. | 
 onthe inftant : by heart youlove her, becaufe yo ; 
 cannot come by her : in heart youlove her, becaufe yc 
 heartis in love with her :and out of heart you love he 
 being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. 
 
 Brag. 1 amall thefe three. 
 
 Boy. And three times as much more, 
 at all. : 
 
 Brag. Fetch hither the Swaine, he muft carry mea 
 ter. 
 
 Bey. A meflage well fimpathiz’d, a Horfe tobe embaf- 
 fadour for an Affe. ey 
 
 Brag. Ha, ha, What fayeft thou? 
 
 Boy, Marry fir,you mult fend the Affe upon the Horfe, 
 for he is very flow gated : but I go. 
 
 Brag. The way isbut fhort, away- 
 
 Boy. As {wift as Lead fir. : : 
 
 Bra. Thy meaning pretty ingenious,is not Leada 
 tall heavy, dull, and flow? 
 
 Boy. Minime honeft Mafter, or rather Mafter no. 
 
 Brag. | fay Lead is flow. pa 
 
 Boy, You are too {wit fir to fay fo. 
 
 Is that Lead flow which is fir’d from a Gunne? 
 Brag. Sweet {moke of Rhetorike, 
 
 He reputes me a Cannon,and the Bullet that’s he? 
 
 I fhoote theeat the Swaine. 
 Boy. Thump then, and I fiee. % 
 Brag. A moftacuté Iuvenal,voluble and free of gra 
 
 By thy favour {weet Welkin, I muft figh in thy facts 
 
 Moft rude melancholly , Valour givesth¢e place. 
 
 My Herald is return’d. r 
 
 and yet not 
 
 Enter Page, and Clowne. 
 
 Pag, A wonder Mafter, here’s a (oftard broke 
 fhin. 
 e4rm. Some enigma , fome riddle , no Lenrvoy be- | 
 
 A 
 
 gin. ¢ 
 (lo. No egma, no riddle, no Lenvoy, no falve, in the 
 male fir. Or fir, Plantan, a plaine Piantan : no Lenvey; 
 Lennoy, or Salve'fir,' buta Plantan. — 
 Arm. By vertue thou inforceft laughter, ue ; 
 
 & 
 
 the inconfiderate take fa/ve for Lenuoy and the world Ler 
 
 vat 
 avis 
 
 Pag. ‘Doe the wife thinke them other, is not Lewvaa| 
 falve? plane, | 
 Arm, No Page, it isan epilogue or difcourfetom 
 
 my Lenvoy. Bs 
 The Foxe, the Ape, and the Humible-Bee, 
 Were ftillat oddes, being bat three. 
 Pag. Vntill the Goofe came out of doore; 
 Staying the oddesby adding foure. eer 
 A good Lenvoy, ending inthe Gooft : would you 
 firé more? $03 SSTHO8 v1 dances” 
 ~ (la The Boy hath-fold 
 
 him a bargaine,a Goole, that’s | : 
 7 
 
 ea 
 
Let 
 
 Lowes Labour's loft. 
 
 Sir, your penny-worth is good, and your Goofe be fat. 
 To fella bargaine well isascunning as faftand loofe : 
 Let mefeea tat Lenvoy, I that’s a facGoofe. 
 eArma, Come hither, come hither: 
 How didthis argument begin ? a 
 Boy. By faying that a Costard was broken ina fhin. 
 Then cal’d you for the Leavey, 
 Céow, True, and I for a Plantan : 
 Thuscame your argumenit in: 
 Then the Boyes fat Lenvey , the Goofe that you bought, 
 And he ended the market. 
 Arma. But tell me; How wasthere a Coftard broken 
 ina {hia ? 
 ‘Pag. I wilitell youfencibly. 
 Clow. Thou hait no feeling of it AZoth, 
 I will {peake that Lenvoy. 
 I Coffard running out, that was fafely within, 
 Fell over the thre(hould, and broke my thin. 
 e4rm, We will talke no more of this matter. 
 Clow. Tillthere be more matter in the fhin. 
 erm. Sirra Coftara, I will infranchife thee. 
 Chm. O, marry me to one Francis, L{mell fome Ler 
 voy, {ome Goofe inthis, 
 Arm. By my {weet foule, I meane,{etting thee at liber- 
 ty. Enfreedoming thy perfon ; thou wert Immured, re- 
 {trained, captivated, bound. ‘ 
 C4». True, true, and now you will be.my_purgation, 
 
 4 and let me loofe. 
 
 Arma. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance, 
 andin lies thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this : 
 Beare this fignificant to the country, Maide /aquenesra : 
 there is remuneration, for the beft ward of mine honors 
 is rewarding my dependants. J4oth, follow... Exit. 
 Pag. Like the fequell. I. 
 
 Signeur Coffardadew. Exit. 
 Clow. My {weet ounce ofmansflefh; my in-cony lew: 
 Now will I looketo his remuneration, ; ‘ 
 
 Remuneration, O, that’sthe Latine word for three-far- 
 things : There-farthings remuneration, W hat’s the price 
 of this yncle 2? dino, He give you aremuneration: Why? 
 It carriesit remuneration ; Why? Irisa fairer name then 
 
 a French-Crowae, I willnever buy and fell out ofthis 
 word, : 
 
 Exter Biroue. 
 
 Bir. Omy good knave (uftard, exceedingty well met. 
 
 Clow. Pray you fir, How much, Carnation Ribbon may 
 aman buy for aremuneration ? 
 
 Bsr. Whatis.a remuneration ? 
 
 Cof. Marry fir; halfe penay farthing: 
 
 Ber. O, Why then three farthings worth of Silke. 
 
 Coft. Ithanke your worthip, God be wy you. 
 
 Bir. O ttay flave, Imuftenaploy thee: 04 ¢ 
 Aschou wilt win my favour, good my knave, 
 Doe one thing for me that J fhall intreate.! 
 
 Clow, When would you have it done fir ? 
 
 Bir. O thisafter-noone. : . 
 
 Clow. Well, 1 willdovit fir : Fare you well. 
 
 Bir. O thou knoweft not what itis, > 
 
 Clow, 1 thall know fir, when I havedone it: 
 
 Bir, Why villaine thou mutt know firkti 
 
 %. I will come to your worthip to morrow morning. 
 
 Bir. Te muft be done this after-noone 
 Harke flave, itis but this: 
 
 > 
 
 _ The Princeffe comes to hunt herein the Parke, 
 
 129 
 
 | Andin her traine there is a gentle Lady : 
 
 When tongues fpeake fweetly , then they name her name, 
 
 And Rofaisne they call her,aske for her : 
 
 And to her white hand fee thou doe commend 
 
 This {eal’d up counfaile. There’s thyguerdon: goe. 
 Clo, Guerdon, O {weet guerdon, better then remune- 
 
 ration, alevenpence-farthing better : moft {weet guer- 
 
 don, I will doe it fir in print :guerdon, remuneration. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Bw. O land I forfooth in love, 
 
 I that have beeneloves whip ? 
 
 A very Beadle toa humerous figh: A Criticke, 
 
 Nay, a night-watch Conftable. 
 
 A domineering pedant ore the Boy, 
 
 Then whom no mortall fo magnificent. 
 
 This wimpled, whyning, purblind waiward Boy; 
 
 This fignior Junies gyant dwarfe »don Cupid, 
 
 Regent of Love-rimes, Lord of folded armes, 
 
 Th’annointed foveraigne of fighes and groanes ; 
 
 Liedge ofall loyterers and malecontents : 
 
 Dread Prince of Plackets, King of Codpeeces. 
 
 Sole Emperator and great general] 
 
 Of trotting Parrators (O my little heart.) 
 
 And Ito bea‘Corporall of his field, 
 
 And weare his colours like a Tumblers heope ?. 
 
 What? I love !I fue 11 feeke awife, . 
 
 A woman, that is like a Germane Clocke, 
 
 Still a repairing : ever ont of frame, 
 
 And never going a right, beingbut a Watch : 
 
 But being watcht, that it may ftill goeright. 
 
 Nay; to be perjurde, which is worit of all; 
 
 And among three, to love the worft of all 
 
 A whitly wanton, witha velvet brow, 
 
 With two pitch bals ftucke in her face for eyes. 
 
 I, and by heaven, one that will doethe deed, 
 
 Though e4rgue were her Eunuch and her guarde. 
 
 And I to figh for her | to watch for her 
 
 To pray for her, goe t0 : it isa plague 
 
 That Cxpid willimpofe for my neglect, 
 
 Of his almighty dreadfiall little might. 
 
 Well, I willleve, write, figh, piay,fue, and grone, 
 
 Some men muftlove my Lady, and fomie /one. 
 
 ? 
 
 Aétus Quartus, 
 
 Emer the Princeffe,:a Forrester; her Ladies; and 
 her Lords. if ji 
 
 ; } , 1 O¥Y . aD 
 Prin. Was that the King that fpurd:his:horfe fo hard, 
 Againft the fteepe unrifing of the hill? 
 Boy, know not, but-bthinke it was not he. 2 
 Prin. Who ere awas,a fhew’d amounting mind : 
 Well Lords, today we.fhall have.oar ‘difparch; 
 On Saterday we will retarne to Frauce. ) 
 Then Forrefer my friend, W here is the Bufhom: » 
 That we'mutt ftand atid play the mirtherérin? 
 For. Hereby uponthe edge of: yonder-Coppice, 
 A Stand where you may make the faireft thoote. 
 Prin.:T thanke my beauty, I am faire that {hoote, 
 And thereupon thon {peak ft the faireft fhoote. 
 For, Pardon me Madam, for I meant not {o.. 
 Prin: What, what? Firft praife me;thenagaine fay no. 
 O fhoreliv d pride. Not faire’? alacke for noma: a 
 ar. Yes 
 
 “ 
 
— 
 
 4 For. Yes Madam faire: 
 
 Prin, Nay, never paint me now, 
 Where faire isnor, praife cannot mend the brow: 
 Here (good my glafle ) take this for telling true: 
 Fairepaiment tor toute words, ismore then due. — 
 For, Nothing but faireis that which you inherit. 
 Prin, See, fee, my beauty willbe fay’d by merit- 
 O herefie in faire, fit for thefe dayes, , 
 A giving hand, though foule, thall have faire praife. 
 But come, the Bow: Now Mercy goes to kall, 
 And fhooting well, isthen accounted ill: 
 Thuis will I fave my credit inthe thoote, 
 Not wounding, pitty would not let me do’t s 
 if wounding, then it wasto fhew my skill, 
 That more for praife, than purpofé meant to kill. 
 And out of queftion, fo it is fometimes = 
 Glory growes guilty ofdetefted crimes, 
 
 ——— a 
 
 When for Fames fake, to praife an outward part, 
 We bendto that, the working ofthe heart. 
 As I for praifealone now feeke to {pill 
 Thepoore Deere blood, that my heart meanes no ill. 
 Boy. Doe not curft wives holdithat felfe-foveraignty 
 Onely for praife fake, when they ftrive to be 
 Lords ore their Lords? 
 Prin. Onely for praife, and praife-we may afford, 
 | To any Lady that fubdewes a Lord. 
 
 Enter (lovwne, 
 
 Boy. Herecomesa member of the common-wealth. 
 me God dig-you-denall, pray you which is ‘the head 
 1 Lady? { 
 Prin. Thou (halt know her fellow,by the reft that have 
 no heads. 
 | (lo, Whichis the greateft Lady, the higheft?\- 
 Prin. Vhethickelt, andthe ralleft. 
 Clo. Thetbickeft, and the talleft: itis fo,truthis truth. 
 | And your walte Miftris.wereas flender as my wit, 
 1 Onea thefe Maidgs girdles for your wafte fhould be fit. 
 | Arc not you the chiete wowtnan?Y owere the thickeft here. | 
 Prin. What's your will.fir? What's your will ? 
 Clo. Lhave alecterfrom Motifier Birone, 
 Toone Lady Rofaltee, 
 
 Stand afide good bearer. 
 Boyer, youcan carve, 
 Breake up this Capon. 
 | Boy. 1am bound toferve. 
 Thisketceris miftooke’ itimporterh none here: 
 It is write to laquenctta. stack 
 Prin. We veill readeit, I {weare. 
 Breakethe neckeiofthe Waxe; and every. one.giveeare. 
 Foyer readess.«\ 
 
 (HBS Baw ¥ 
 
 | call Vaflall. ‘The magnanimoms ard: moft) Uaftrate King 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 Pris. O thy letter, thy letter: He's a good friend of | 
 (mine. | 
 
 | Hang me by the necke, if hornes that yearesmifcarrys | 
 Finely put on. 1923 i. i 
 
 Y heaven, that thou art faire,is moft infallible : rae | 
 that thon art beanteous, truth:itifelfe that thon cart | 
 
 | lovely : morefairer then faire, keantifolithenbeaations, — 
 | truer ther truthir felfe: have comiferation onthy mer 
 Ol- | E 
 
 Cophetnafereye upon the pernicious and indubitate-Beg- ki A ppb Ae 
 | ger Zenelophon's and he it wastthat might rightly fay,Ve- ) 
 
 did he fee ? to overcome.. To whom came he? to 
 Begger. What faw he ? the Begger. Who. overca 
 he? the Begger. The conclufion 1s victory : On whofe | 
 fide ? the King: the captive isinricht : On whofe fide? 
 the Beggers. The cataftrophe isa Nuptiall : On whofe 
 fide? the Kings : no, on both in one; or one in both. Tam | 
 the King (for fo ftands the comparifon) thou the Beg. | 
 ger, for{o witneffeth thy fowlinefles Shall I command | — 
 thy love? Imay. Shall I inforce thy love? I-conld,} 
 Shall Tentreate thy love ? I will. What, fhalt thou ex- | 
 
 change for ragges, roabes : fortittles titles, for thy felfe| 
 me. Thus expecting thy reply, I prophane my Tips on} 
 thy foote, my eyes onthy picture, and my heart on thy | 
 every part. Pe 
 
 Thine in the deareft defigue of induSiry, 
 
 Don Adrianade Armado. 
 
 Thus doftrhou hearethe Nemean Lion roare, ae 
 Gainft thee thou Lambe, that ftandeft as his prey? | 
 Submiffive fall his princely fecte before, @ 
 And he from forrage will inclineto play. | 
 But if thou ftrive (poore foule) what artthouthen? ] 
 Food for his rage, repatture for his den. . 
 
 Prin. What plume of feather is he that indittd is} 
 Letter > What vaine ? What Wethercocke ? Did you) 
 ever hearebetter ? 4 | 
 Boy. 1 am much deceived, but [remember theftile. | 
 “Prin. Elfeyour memory isbad, going ore it erewhile. | 
 Boy. This Armado isa Spaniard that keeps here in court a 
 APhantafme, a’Monarcho, arid one that makes {port if 
 To the Prince and his Booke-mates Ee 
 Prin. Thon fellow ja word. Csi 
 Who gavethee this Letter ? 
 Clow. I told you, my Lord. 
 Prin. ‘To whom fhould’ ft thot give it ? 
 Clow. Frommy Lordto'my Lady. 
 Prin. From which Lord; to which Lady ? 
 (low; From my Lord’ Berowne, agood malt 
 To a'Lady of France, that he call’d Rofalne. 
 Prin. Thou baft miftaken his letter. Come Lords away. 
 Here fweet, put up this, “twill be thine anotherday. “ 
 Exewith | 
 Boy. Who isthe fhooter? Whoisthefhooter? | 
 Roja.’ Shak teach you to\know. 
 Boy. my continent of beaury. Jae 
 Rofa. Why the that beares the Bow.  Binely put of” "| 
 Boy. My Lady goesto killhornes, butifthou marty, ‘ 
 
 er of mine, q ! 
 
 Pd 
 
 Rofa, Weilthen, lam'the fhooter. 
 Boy And whoisyourDeare? fal 
 Rofa. [f.wexchgole by hornes, your felfe' come ot | 
 neare, Fimely put on indeed, 1 0 90) OT 
 Mari, You falkwrangle witly her Boyerjand fhe ftrikes | 
 at thebrow. ‘shood-2 batt O aa 
 Boy. But thecherfelfeis hit towers | “ 
 
 Rofae Shall .comeupon thee with an ala faying, 
 wasaman when King Pippiw of France was a little bo 
 
 | mi, vids, Vicky Which to Anatomize in.thevulgaryO | i iri 
 
 | Anato thesvulgar;'O | touching the hirit. ee 
 
 ee” | en ree a ae 
 
 | RE ANI IRs EW OS Teame: - || awoman when Queene Guino Britaine was a litte) 
 eho came ?. the King. Why did'he come ?toifee. Why | wench, as tciaching th ae i oan ‘ Ty 
 
 Ref) 
 
| Sowla, fowla. 
 
 Rofa. Thou canftnot hit it; hit it, hic ic, 
 
 Thou canft not hit itmy good man. 
 
 Boy. I cannot, cannot, cannot : 
 And I cannot, another can. Exit, 
 Clo. By my troth moft pleafant, how both did fit it. 
 Mar. Amarke marveilous well hot, for they both 
 did hit, : 
 Boy. A marke, O marke burthat marke : a marke fayes 
 my Lady. ; 
 Let the marke have a pricke in'c,to meate at, if it may be. 
 Mar. Wide ath bow hand, yfaith your handis out. 
 Clo. Tudeed a’mutt fhoote nearer , or hecle ne‘re hit 
 the clout. 
 
 Boy, And ifmy hand be oat, then belike you hand is 
 ins 
 
 Clo. Then will the get the upfhoot by cleaving the 
 Pin. 
 
 Mar. Come, come,yontalke greafely, your lips grow 
 foule. 
 
 to boule. 
 Boy. I fearetoo much rubbing : good night my good 
 Oule. 
 
 Cho. By my foule a Swaine, a moft fimple Clowne. 
 Lord, Lord; how the Ladies and Ihave put him downe. 
 O my troth molt {weete jefts, moftincony vulgar wit, 
 When it comes fo fmoothly off, fo obfcenely, as.it were, 
 
 fo fit. 
 e4rmado athto fide,O.amoft dainty man. 
 To fee him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan. 
 To fee him kifle his hand, and how moft {weetly a will 
 
 {weare: 
 And-his Page at other fide, that handfull of wit, 
 Ah heavens, itis a moft patheticall nit. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Showte within. 
 
 Enter Dall, Holofernes, the Pedant, and Nathaniel, 
 
 Nath. Very reverent {port truely ,and done inthe tefti- 
 mony ofa good confcience. 
 
 Ped, The Deare was (as you know) fanguis in blood, 
 ripeasaPomwater, whonow hangeth like a Jewell in 
 the care of Ceéothe sky: the welkenthe heaven, and a- 
 non falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the foyle,the 
 land, thecarth. 
 
 Curat, Nath. Truly Mafter Holofernes,the epythites are 
 fweetly. varied like a {choller at the leaft ; but fir I affure 
 yee; it wasa Bucke of the firft head, 
 
 Hels Sir Nathaniel, hand credo, 
 
 Dul. ’Twas nota band credo, *twasa Pricket. 
 
 Hol. Moftbarbarousintimation: yet a kind of infi- 
 nuation, as it were é via, in way of explication facere :as 
 it were replication, or rather offentere,co fhow as it were 
 his inclination after his undreffed,unpolifhed, uneduca- 
 ted, unpruned, untrained,or rather unlettered, or rathe- 
 reft unconfirmed fafhion, to infert againe my band credo 
 
 | for a Deare. 
 
 Du'. Haid the Deare was not ahend credo, *twasa Pri- 
 cket- . 
 Hol. “Twice fod fimplicity, b% com, O thou mon~ 
 fter ignorance, how deformed dooft thou looke? 
 Nath. Six he hathnever fed of the dainties that are 
 bredinabooke.. * . 
 He hath not eate paper asit were: 
 He hath not drunke inke. 
 
 Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, fir challenge her : 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. | 
 
 | 
 
 13! ! 
 
 His intellect is not replenithed, he is onely an animall, 
 
 onely fenfible in the duller parts: and fuch barren plants 
 
 are fet before us,that we thankefull fhould be: which we 
 
 tafte and feeling, are for thofe partsthat doe fructifie in us 
 
 more then he, 
 
 For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indifcreet, or 
 afoole ; 
 
 So werethere a patehfeton Learning, to fee him in a 
 Schoole. i 
 
 But ovne bene fay 1, being of an old Fathers mind, 
 
 Many can brooke the weather, that love not the wind. 
 
 Dei. Youtwo are book-men : Can you tell by your 
 wit, What wasa month old at (ains birth, that’s not 
 five weekes old as yet ? 
 
 Hol. Dittifima goodman Dull, Ditifima goodman 
 Dui. 
 
 Dull. What is dittinna? 
 
 Nath. A tittleto Phebe, to Luna, io the Afoone. 
 
 Hol. The Moone wasa month old when Adam was 
 
 no more, (fcores 
 And wrought not to five-weekes when he came to five- 
 Th’allufion holds in the Exchange. 
 
 Dal, “Tistrue indeed, the Collufion holdsin the Ex- 
 change. 
 
 Hol. God comfort thy capacity ,I fay th’allufion holds 
 in the Exchange. 
 
 Dul, And | fay the polufion holds in the Exchange : 
 for the Moone isnever but a month old: and I fay be- 
 fide that, twas a Pricker that the Princeffe kild. 
 
 Hol, Sir Nathaniel , will you heare an extemporall 
 Epytaph on the death of the Deare , and to humour 
 eis ignorant call'dthe Deare, the Princeflekil'da Pric- 
 
 ets. 
 
 Nath. Perge, good Mafter Holofernes, perge, fo it fhall 
 pleafe youtoabrogate {curility. 
 
 Hel, I will fomething affect the letter, for it argues 
 facility, . 
 
 The praysfull Princelfe pear? aud prickt 
 A pretty pleafing Pricket, 
 
 Some fay 4 Sore, but not afore, 
 tillnow mad: fore with foooring. 
 The Dog ges did ye, put ell to Sore, 
 thea Sorell jumps from thicket: 
 Or Prickes-fore, or elfe Sorel , 
 
 the people fall a hooting. 
 Lf Sore bee fore, then ell to Sore, 
 makes fifty fores O forelt : 
 Ofone fore I an hundred make 
 by adding but one more Ls 
 
 Nath. A rare talent: 
 
 Dol. Ifa talent bea claw, looke how he clawes him 
 with a talent. 
 
 Nath. This is agiftthat] have fimple : fimple,-a foo- 
 lifl extravagant {pirit, full of formes, figures, fnapes,ob- 
 jects, Ideas, apprehenfions, motions, revolutions. Thefe 
 are begotin the ventricle of memory, nourifht in the 
 wombe of primater, and: delivered. upon rhe mellowing 
 of occafion: butthe giftis good in thofe in whons it is 
 acute, and J am thankefull forit. 
 
 Hol. Sir, Ipraife the-Lord for you, and fo may my 
 parifhioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you, 
 and their Daughters profit very greatly under yous you 
 area good membet ofthe commen-wealth. ~ 
 
 Wath: Jee herctle, If their Sonnes be ingennous, yee, 
 
 thall 
 
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 {hall wantno inftruétion :. Ifcheir Daughters be capable, 
 L will putit to thems But Vor fapit qut panca logwitur, a 
 {oule Feminine faluteth us. 
 
 Enter laquenctta, and the (lowne. 
 
 Taque.God give you good morrow Mafter Par/on. 
 
 Nath. Matter Parfon, quafiPerfone? And if one fliould 
 be perft, Which is the one? aia 
 ~ Clo. Marry Maller Schoolemafter, he that is likeft to 
 a hogfhead. : 
 
 Nath. Of perfing a Hogthead, a good Iufter of conceit 
 in a turph of Earth, fire enough for a Flint,Pearle enouga 
 for a Swine :’tis pretty, it is well. ; 
 
 Lagu» Good Matter Parfon be fo good as reade me this 
 Letter, itwasgivenme by Coffard, and fent me fiom 
 Don eArmatho ; 1 befeech you réade its 
 
 Nath. Faufte precor gelida, gnando, pecus omme fub vm- 
 bra; ruminat, and fo forth. Ab good old (Maninan, ] 
 may {peake of thee as the traveller doth of Venice, Vene- 
 chi, venachea,qui non te vide, i von te piacch, Old Man- 
 twan, old Mantuen. Whounderftandeththee not, vt re 
 
 jolla mifa. Vader pardon fir, What are the contents?or 
 rather as Horrace {ayesin his, What ! my foule verfes, 
 
 Hols fir and very learned. 
 
 Nath. Let me hearea flafte, a flanza,averfe, Lege do- 
 
 mine. 
 IfLoye make me forfworne, bow fhall I fweare to loue ? 
 Abneuer faith could hold if not to beautie vowed: 
 Thoughto my felfeforfworne, to thee He faithfull prove. 
 Thofe thoughts to me were Okes, to thee like Ofiers 
 bowed. f 
 Study his byas leaves, and makes his booke thine eyes- 
 Where all thofe pleafures live, that Art would compre- 
 hend. ; 
 If knowledge be the marke, to know thee (hall fuifice, 
 Well learned isthat tongue, that well can thee commend. 
 Allignorant that foule, that {ees thee without wonder. 
 Which is tome fome praife, that I thy partsadmire , 
 Thy eye Joves lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadfull 
 thunder. 
 Which not to anger bent, is mufique, and fweet fire. 
 Celeftiall as thonart, Oh pardon love this wrong, 
 That fings heavens praife, with fuch an earthly tongue. 
 
 Pedro. You find netthe apoftraphas, and{o miffe the 
 accent. Let me fispernife the cangenet. 
 
 Nath. Here are onely numbersratified, but for the 
 elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poefie ¢aret : Ow 
 vidins Nafo wasthe man. And why in deed Na/e, but 
 for {melling out the odoriferous: floures of fancy ? the 
 jerkes of invention imitary is nothing: So doth the 
 Hound his matter, the Ape his keeper, thetyred Horfe 
 hisrider: But Damojella Virgin, Was this directed to 
 you? ee 
 
 Tague. \ fir from one mounfier Berowne, one of the 
 ftrange Quecnes Lords. ; ; 
 
 Nath. 1 wil! overglance the fuperfcript. 
 Tothe (now-whitehand of the moft beautions Lady, Rofaline. 
 I will looke againe on the intellect. of the Letrer, for 
 the nomination of the party written to the perfon writen 
 unto. 
 
 Your Ladifbip: in all defired imployment, Berowne. 
 
 Per. Sir Holofernés;this Berowneis one of the Votaries 
 withthe King, and heare he hath framed a Letter to a fe- 
 quent of the ftranger Queenes: which accidentally, of 
 
 by the’ way of progreffion, hath mifcarried, Tripand | 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 goe my fweet, deliver this Paper into the hand of 
 King, it may concerne much : {tay not thy compler 
 forgive thy duety, adue- f . 
 Maid. Good (ostard gor with me 5 
 Sir God fave your life. 
 Cost, Have with thee my girle. ' 
 Hol, Sir you have done this in the feare of God 
 religionfly: and asa certaine father faith———. 
 Ped. Sir tellnot me of the father, I doe feare col 
 ble colours. But roreturne to the Verfes,Did they pleafe 
 you fir AC athansel 2 ; 
 Nath. Marveilous well for the pen- 9 IE 
 Peda, I doe dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pus) 
 pillof mine, where if (being repalt) it fhall pleafe you 
 gratific the table witha Grace, I will on my priviledge 
 have with the parents of the forefaid Child or P 
 undertake your bien venuto, where 1 will prove 
 Verfesto bee very unlearned, neither favouring of P 
 
 try, Wi,nor Invention. 1 befeech your Societys 
 
 Nath. And thanke you to: for feciety ((aith the text 
 is the happineffe of life. a 
 Peda. Andcertesthe text moft infallibly concludesit. 
 Sir I doe invite you too, you fhail not fay me nay: 
 verba. 8) 
 Away, the gentlesareat their game, and we willto 
 recreation. tj 
 
 Enter Birone witha Paper in his band, alone. ; 
 
 Biro. The King he is hunting the Deare, 
 Tatn courfing my felfe. oa 
 
 They have .pitchta Toyle, I am toyling ina py 
 pitch that defiles ; defile, a foule word: Well, fet 
 downe forrow ; for fothey fay the focle faid, andfo 
 I, andIthe foole : Well proved wit. Bythe Lord this) § 
 Love isasmadas 4iax, it kils fheepe, it kils me, Ta) 
 theepe ; Well proved againe a my fide. I will not love; | 
 it 1doe,hang me: yfaihIwillnot. O but her eyes by) 
 thishght, but for her eye, would not love hers yes, f 
 her twoeyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but 
 
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 | ahdlyein my throare. By heaven I doe love, andit 
 
 taughtmeto Rime, and to be mallicholy : and here 
 part of my Rime, and heere my mailicholly. Well, 
 hath one a’my Sonnetsalready, the Clowne bore it, 
 Foole fent it, and the Lady hath it :{weer Clowne,fy 
 ter Foole, fweetelt Lady. By the world, f would nor 
 apin, ifche otherthree were in. Here comes one 
 paper, God give him grace to grone, : hee 
 He Stands afide. Ti he King entretl, 
 Kin. Ayme ! wt aa 
 Bir. Shot by heaven: proceed {weet (upia, thou hat | 
 — him with thy Birdvolt under the lett pap:in faith 
 CCHELSs | 73 
 King. Sofweet akiffe the golden Sunne gives not 
 Tothote frefh morning dropsupon the Rofe, 
 Asthy eye beames when their freth Rayes have fine 
 The night of dew that on my cheeks downe flowese 
 Nor fhinesthe filver Moone one halfe fobright} 
 Through the tran{parent bofome of the deepe, 
 As doththy face through teares of mine give light + 
 Thou fhin’ftin every tearethat I doe weepe, “0a 
 Nodrop,but asa Coach doth carrythee,, 
 Soride(t thoutriumphing inmy woe. cd gee 
 Doe but behold the tearestharfwelhin me, 2 0) 81> | 
 And they thy glory through my griefe will fhews iy 
 
wd 
 
 Butdoe not love thy felfe, then thou wilt keepe 
 
 | | My teares for glaffes, and ftill make me weepe- 
 
 | O Queene of Queenes, how farredoft thouexcell, 
 No thought can thinke, nor tongue of mortal tell. 
 How fhall the know my griefes? Ile drop the paper- 
 Sweet leaves thade folly. Who is he comes heere 2 
 
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 Enter Longavile. The King fleps afides 
 What 1 Longavill | and reading :liften care. 
 | Bir. Now inthylikenefle, one more fooleappeares 
 Log. Ay me, Lam forfworne. 
 Bir. Why he comesin like a perjurd, wearing papers. 
 Long. Inlove I hope, {weet fellowship in fhame- 
 Bir. One drunkard loves another of the name- 
 Lon. Am I the firft that have bin perjur'd fo? (know; 
 Bir. \ could put thee in comfort, not by two that I 
 Thou makeft the triumphery, thecornercap of fociety, 
 | The fhape of Loves Tiburne, that hangs up fimplicity. 
 Lon. | feare thefe ftubborne lines lacke power to move. 
 O {weet Afaria, Empreffe of my love; 
 Thefe numbers willl teare, and write in profe. 
 Bir. ©} Rimes are guardson wanton Cupids hofe, 
 Disfigurenot his Shop. 
 Lon. This fame fhall goe. He reads the Sonnet. 
 Did not the heavenly Rhetoricke of thineeye, 
 ° Gain St whom the world cannot hold argument , 
 Perfwade my hears to this falfe perjury? 
 Cowes for thee broke deferve not punifhment. 
 A Woman forfwore, but Iwill prove, 
 Thou bzing a Goddeffe, Iforfxore not thee. 
 My Vow was earthly, thon abeavenly Love. 
 Thy grace being gain'd, cures all di[grace in me. 
 Cowes arebut breath, and breath a vapour #, 
 Then thon faire Sun, which on my earth dieft (bine, 
 Exbal ft this vapor-vow, in shee tt 18 
 If broken then, it ts no fault of mine : 
 Lf by me broke, What foole x not fo wife, 
 To loofe an oath, to win a Paradife? 
 Bir. This isthe liver veine, which makes Aefha deity. 
 Agreene Goole, a Goddeffe, pure pure Idolatry. 
 God amend us, God amend, weare much out o’th’way. 
 
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 lon. By whom fhall I fend this } (company ?) Stay. 
 Bir. Ail hid, all hid, an old infancplay, 
 Like ademy God, here fit I inthe sky, 
 And wretched fooles fecrets heedfully ore-eye. 
 More Sackes tothe myll !O heavens I have my with, 
 Damaine transform d, foure Woodcocks ina difh. 
 Dum. O mokt divine Kate. 
 Biro. O moft prophane coxcombe. 
 Dum. By heaven the wonder of a mortall eye: 
 Bir. By earth fheis not, corporall, there you lye. 
 Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted. 
 Bir. An Amber coloured Raven was well noted. 
 Dum. As upright asthe Cedar. 
 Bir. Stoopel fay, her fhoulder is with- child: 
 Dum. As faireas day. 
 Bir. 1 as fome dayes, but then no funne muft fhine. 
 Dum. O that | had my with ? 
 Zong. And I had mine. 
 Kin, And mine too good Lord. 
 Bir. Amen, {0 I had mine: Is not that agood word ? 
 Dum. 1 would forget her, buta Fever fhe 
 Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be. 
 Bir. A Fever in yourbloud ! why then incifion 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 Would let het out in Sawcers, {weet mifprifion. 
 
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 Dum. Once mote Ile read the Ode that Ihave write 
 Bir. Once more Ile marke how Love can varry Wit 
 
 Dumainereades his Sonnet.’ 
 
 On a day, alacke the days; 
 Love, whofe Month ss every May, 
 Spied a bloffome paffing fatre, 
 Playing sn the: wanton ayre: 2 
 Through sh: Velvet, leaves the wind, 
 ell nnfeene, can pafjage find. 
 That the Lover ficke to death, 
 Wilh d bim/elfe.the heavens breath. 
 Ayre (quoth he) thy checkes may blove, 
 Ayre, would | might trivenphfo. 
 Bat alacke my hand 1 {worne, 
 Ne're to plucke thee from thy throne; 
 Vow alacke for youth unmeete, 
 Yonth fo apt to plucke afweets 
 Doe nor callit finnein me, 
 That 1 ans forfworne for thee. 
 Thon for whom love would fweare, 
 Tuno-baut an Athiop were, 
 end deny himfelfefor love, 
 Turning mortal for thy Love, 
 
 | Thiswill I fend, and fomething elfe more plaine. 
 
 That fhall expreffe my true-loves fafting paine; 
 O wouldthe King; Birone, and Longavile, 
 Were Lovers too, ill to example ill, 
 Would from my forehead wipe a perjur’d note: 
 For none offend, where all alikedoe dote. 
 Long. Dumeine,thy Loveis farre from charity, 
 That in Loves griefe defir’ft fociety : 
 You may looke pale, but I fhould blufh I know, 
 To be ore-heard, and taken napping fo. 
 King. Come fir, you blufh :as his, your café is fuch, 
 You chid at him, offending twiceas much. 
 You doe not love Maria? Longavile, 
 Did never Sonnet for her fake compile ; 
 Nor never lay his-wreathed armes athwart 
 His loving bofome, to keepe downe his heart 
 I had beeneclofely fhrowded in this bufh, 
 And markt you both, and for you both did blush. 
 I heard your guilty Rimes, obferu’d your fafhion 5 
 Saw fighes reeke from you, noted well your paffion. 
 Aye me, fayes one |. O Jove, the other cries! 
 Her haires were Gold, Criftall the others eyes- 
 You would for Paradife breake faith and troth, 
 And Jeve for your Love would infringe an oath. 
 What will Bsrone {ay when that he thall heare 
 A faith infringed, which {uch a zedle did fweare- 
 How will he {corne? how will he fpend his wit? 
 How will hetriumph, leape, and laugh at it? 
 For allthe wealth that ever I did fee, 
 I would not have him know fo much by me. 
 Bir. Now ftep 1 forth to whip hypocrifie. 
 Ah good my Liedge, I pray thee pardonme.- 
 Good heart, W hat grace haft thou thus to reprove 
 Thefe wormes for loving, that are moft in love? 
 Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares- 
 Thereis nocertainePrinceffe that appeares, 
 You'll not be perjur’d, ’tis a hacefull thing : 
 Tafh, none but Minftrels like of Sonnetting. 
 But are you not afham’d ? nay, are you not 
 
 All 
 
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 Allthree ofyau, to'bethas much ore fhot ?. 
 You fonne his Moth, the King yout Moth did fees 
 But TaBeamedoe find ineach ofthree. ’ 
 O what a Scene of fool’ry have Ifeene, 
 Offighes, of grones, of forrow, and of teene : 
 O me, with what ftrict patience have far, 
 To fee a King tranformed toa Gnat? 
 To fee great Hercules whipping a Gigge, 
 And profound Salomon tuning a lygge? 
 And Neftor play at pufh-pin with the boyes, 
 And Critticke Tymox laugh at idletoyes. 
 Wherelies thy griefe?: O tell me good Damaine. 
 And gentle Longavile, where lyesthy paine? 
 And where my Liedges? all about the breft. 
 A Candle hoa 4 
 Kin. Too bitter is thy jeft, 
 Are we betrayed thus te thy over-view? _ 
 Bir, Not yon by me; but I betrayed to you: 
 ] I thatam honeft. I rhatholdit finne 
 To breake the vow Iam ingaged in: 
 I am betrayed by keeping company 
 With men, like men of {trang inconftancy. 
 When fhall you fee me write a thing in rime? 
 4 Or grone for Joane ? or fpend a minutes time, j 
 In pruning me, when fhall you heare thatI will praifea 
 hand, a foot, a face,an eye ‘a gate,a flate,a brow, a brett, 
 a waite, a legoe,a limme. 
 Kin. Soft, Whither away fo faft2 
 A true man, oratheefe, that gallops fo. 
 Bir. I poft from Love, good Lover let me go. 
 
 . Enter laquenetta, and { lowne. 
 Tague. God bleffe the King. 
 Kin, What Prefent haft thou there ? 
 Clo. Some certaine treafon. 
 Kin, What makes treafon heere ? 
 Clo, Nay it makesnothing fir. 
 Kis. fit marrenothing neither, 
 The treafon and you goe in peace together. 
 | _ faqne. I befeech your Grace letthis Letter be read, 
 Our perfon mifdoubts it : it was treafon he faid. 
 Kin. B irowe,reade it over. Heveades the Letter. 
 Where hadf thou it. 
 Jaque. OF Coétard. 
 Kin. Where hadft thou it 2 
 Co. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. 
 Kin. How now,what is in you? why doftthon teare it? 
 Bir. Atoy my Liedge, atoy: yout grace needs not 
 feare it. 
 Long. It did move him to paffion, and therefore let’s 
 heare it; 
 ‘Dum. Ivis Biroves writting, andheere is his name. 
 Bir. Ahyou whorefon loggerhead, you were borne 
 to doe me {hame. 
 Guilty my Lord, guilty : IL confeffe, I confeffe. 
 King. What > 
 Bir. Thatyouthree fooles,lackt me foole, to make 
 up the meffe. 
 He, he, and you : and you my Liedge, and I, 
 Arepicke-purfesin Love, and we deferve to dyc. 
 Odifmiffe thisaudience, and I fhall tell you more. 
 Dam. Nowthe number is even. mane 
 Bir. True,true, we are foure: will thefe Turtles be 
 gone? : 
 Kin. Hence firs, away. (Exit. 
 Clo. Walkeafide the true folke,and let the traytors ftay. 
 
 ~ Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 j A wife of fuch wood were felicity. 
 
 Bir. Sweet Lords, fweet Lovers; O let usimbraces 
 As true we areas flefh and bioud can be. iis 
 The Sea will ebbe and flow, heaven will fhew his fac 
 Young bloud doth not obey an old decrees 
 We cannot croffe the caufe why weare borne : | 
 Therefore of all hands minft we be forfworne., | 
 
 King. What, did thefe rent lines fhew fome love of | 
 thine (Rofaline,) 
 
 Bir. Did they, quoth you ? Who feesthe heavenly} 
 That (likea rude and favage man of /nde.) | 
 At the firft opening ofthe gorgeous Eaft, 
 Bowes not his vaflall head, and ftrooken blind, 
 Kiffes the bafe ground with obedient breaft? : 
 What peremptory Eage-fighted eye i 
 Dareslooke uponthe heaven of her brow; 
 That isnot blinded by her Majefty? 
 
 Kin. What zeale, what fury, hath infpir’dthee now? 
 My Love (her Mifiris) isa gratiousMoone, 
 She (an attending Starre) {carce feene a light. 4 
 
 Bir. My eyesare then noeyes, nor 1 Birone. 
 O, but for my Love, day would turne tonight, 
 Of all complexions the cul’d foveraignty, 
 Doe meet asata faire in her faire checke, — 
 Wherefeverall Worthies make one dignity, Ris 
 Where nothing wants, that want it feltedoth feeke. | 
 Lend me the flourith of all gentle tongues, ie 
 Fye painted Rethoricke, O the needs itnot, ‘se 
 To things of fale, afellers praife belongs : ae 
 She paffes praife, then praife too fhort doth blots é 
 Awithered Hermite, fivefcore winters worne; 
 Might fhake off fifty, looking in her eye : 
 Beauty doth varnifh Age, asifnew borne, 
 And gives the Crutch the Cradles infancy. 
 O’tis the Sunne that maketh all things fhine- 
 
 King. By heaven,thy Love is blacke as Ebony- 
 
 Bi. 1s Ebony like her ? O word divine? 
 
 | 
 
 O who can giveanoth? Where is abeoke? q 
 That I may {weare beauty dothbeauty lacke, 
 If that fhe learne not of her eye to looke : | 
 No face is faire that is not full fo blacke. 
 
 Kin, O paradoxe, blacke 1s the badge of hell, 
 
 The hue of dungeons, and the Schoole of night: 
 And beauties creft becomes the heavens well. AN ie 
 Bir. Divels fooneft tempt refembling {pirits of light. } 
 
 O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt, |; 
 
 Tt mournes, that painting an vfurping haire 
 
 Should ravith doters with a falfe afpect : 
 
 And therefore is fhe borne to make blacke, faire. 
 
 Her favour turnes the fafhion of the dayes, 
 
 For native bloud iscounted. painting now : 
 
 And therefore red that would avoyd difpraife, 
 
 Paintsit felfe blacke, to imitate her brow, we 
 Dam. To looke like her are Chimny-{weepers blacke: | 
 Lon. And fince her time, are Colliergcounted bog 
 King. And Aethiops of their {weet complexion crake: | 
 ‘Dum. Darkeneeds no Candles now, for darke islight | _ 
 Bir. Your miftreffes darenever come in raine, e 
 
 For fears their colours fhould be wafhtaway- ae 
 Kan. ’T were good yours did : for fir to tell you plaines |. 
 
 Ile find a fairer face not wafhttoday. . ae 
 
 Bir. ile prove her faire, or talke till dooms-day here: | 
 
 Kin. No Divell will fright theethen fo much as fhe. | 
 
 ‘Dum. never knew man hold vileftuffe fodeeres | 
 
 Lon. Looke, here’s thy love,my footand her face {e¢+ | 
 
 Bir. O if the ftreets were paued with thine eyes, 4 te 
 
Loves Labour's loft. 
 
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 Her feet were much too dainty for fuch tread. 
 Dum. O vile, then as fhe goes what upward lyes? 
 The ftreet fhould fee as the walk’d over head. 
 Kin, But what of this, are we not all in love ? 
 Bir. Nothing fo fure,and thereby allforfwerne. 
 Kin, Then leave this chat, and good Birene nuw prove 
 Onrloving lawfull, and our faith nottorne. 
 Dum. I marry there, {ume flattery for this evill. 
 Long. O fomeanthority how to proceed, 
 Some trickes, fome quillets, how to cheat the divell. 
 Dam, Some falve for perjury. 
 Bir. O’tis more thenneede. 
 Have at you then atfections menat armes, 
 Confider what you firft did {weare unto 
 To fatt, ro ftudy, and to feeno woman : 
 Flat treafon gainft the Kingly ftate of youth. 
 Say, Can you faft ? your ftomackes are too young : 
 And ab/tinence ingenders maladies. . 
 And where that you have vow'd to ftudy (Lords) 
 
 | In that each of you have forf{werne his Booke. 
 
 Can you {till dreame and pore, and thereon looke? 
 For when would you my Lord, or you, or you, 
 Have found the ground of ftudies excellence, 
 Without thebeauty of a womans face 
 
 From womens eyes this Doétrine I derive, 
 
 They are the Ground, the Bookes, the Academs, 
 From whence doth {pring the true Promethean fires 
 Why, univerfall plodding, poyfons up 
 
 The nimble {pirits in the arteries, 
 
 As motion and long during a¢tion tyres 
 
 The finnowy vigour of the travailer. 
 
 Now for not looking ona womans face, 
 
 You have in that forfworne the ufe of eyes : 
 
 And ftudy too, the caufer of your vow. 
 
 For where is any Author in the world, 
 
 Teaches {uch beauty asa womanseye ; 
 
 | Learning is but an adjunct to our felfe, 
 
 And where we are, our learning likewife is. 
 Then when our felves we fee in Ladieseyes, 
 Doe we not likewife fee our learning there 2 
 
 O wehave made a Vow to ftudy, Lords, 
 
 And in that vow we have forfworne our Bookes : 
 For when would you (my Leige) or you, or you? 
 Inleaden contemplation have found out 
 
 Such fiery Numbersas the prompting eyes, 
 
 Of beauties tutors have inrich’d you with : 
 Other flow Artsintirely keepe thebraine : 
 
 And therefore finding barraine pra@izers, 
 
 Scarce fhew a harvett of their heavy toyle- 
 
 But Love firft learned in a Ladies eyes, 
 _Livesnot alone immured in the braine : 
 
 But with the motion ofall elements, 
 
 Courfes as {wift as thought in every power, 
 And gives to every power a double power; 
 Above their funétions and their off{ces. 
 
 Itaddes a precious feeing to the eye : 
 
 A Lovers eyes will gazean Eagle blind. 
 
 A Loverseare will heare the loweft found. 
 When the fufpicious head of theft is ftopr, 
 Loves feeling 1s more foft and fenfible, 
 
 Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Sniayles, 
 Loves tongue proves dainty Bachus, groffe in tafte, 
 For Valour, isnet Lovea Hercules? . 
 
 Still climing trees in the Hefperides. 
 
 Subtillas Sphinx, as {weet and muficall, 
 Asbright 4pollo’s Lute, ftrung with his haire. 
 
 Asbright Apollo's Lute, ftrung with his haire. 
 And'when Lovefpeakes, the voyce of all the gods, 
 Make heaven drowlie withthe harmony. 
 Never durft Poet toucha pen to write, 
 Vutill bis Inke were tempred with Loves fighes : 
 O then hislines would ravith favage eares's 
 And plant in Tyrants mild humility 
 From womens eyesthisdodtrine f' derives 
 They fparcle ftill the right Pomethean ‘fire, > 
 They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Academes, ©"! 
 That fhew,containe, and nourifhall the worldy:i 
 Elfe noneat all in ought proves excellent. 
 Then fooles you were thefe women to forfweare’s 
 Or Keeping what is {worne, youwilliprove fooles: 
 For Wifedomes fake (a word that all men love) 
 Or for Loves fake; a’ word that lovesiall men. 
 Or for Mensfake, the author of thefe Women: 
 Or Womensfake, by whom we men-aremen, 
 Let us once loofe our oathes to find-oitr feives, 
 Or elfe we loofe our félves, to keepe our oathes ; 
 Itis religion to be thus forf{worne. 
 For Charity it felfe fulfills the Laws 
 And who can fever love from Charity? 
 Kin. Saint Cupidthen, and Souldiers to the field. 
 Bir. Advance your ftandards, anduponthem Lords. 
 Pell, mell, downe with them : but be firft advis’d, 
 Inconfiith that you getthe Sunne of them. 
 Low. Now toplaine dealing, Laythefe glozes by, 
 Shall werefolve to wooe thefe girles of France? 
 Kin. And winnethem too, therefore let usdevife, 
 Some entertainment for them intheir Tents. 
 Bir. Firlt from the Parke Jet us condué them thither, 
 Then homeward every man attach the hand 
 Ofhis faireMiftreffe, in the afternoone 
 We will with fome ftrange paftimefolacethem : 
 Such asthe fhortneffe of the time ¢an {hape, 
 For Revels, Dances, Maskes, and merry houres, 
 Fore-runne faire Love, ftrewing her way with flowres. 
 Kin.) Away ,away, ho time fhall be omitted, 
 That will be time and may by us be fitted. 
 Bir. Alone, alone fowed Cockell, reap’d no Corne, 
 And Inftice alwayes whirles in equall meafire : 
 Light Wenches may prove plagues to men forfworne, 
 If bs our Copper buyes no bettertreafure. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Attus Quajrhsy 
 
 Enter the Pedant, Curate, and Dull. 
 
 Peda. Satis quid fufficit. 
 
 Cur. I praifeGod for you fir, your reafons.at dinner 
 have beene fharpe and fententious:pleafant without feur- 
 rillity, witty without affectation audacious without im- 
 pudency, learned without opinion, and ftrange without 
 herefie: I did conuerfethis goxdam day witha compa- 
 nion of the Kings, who is intituled, nominated, or called, 
 Don Adriano de Armatho. : 
 
 Ped. Novi kominuns tanquam te, His bumouris lofty, 
 his difcourfe peremptory : his tongue filed, his eye am- 
 bitious, his gate majefticall, and his general] behavi- 
 our vaine, ridiculous, and thrafoniCall.' He istoo picked, 
 too {pruce, too affected, too odde,as it were, too pere- 
 grinate, as I may callit. 
 
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136 Loves 
 
 ‘ d choife Bpithat, 
 
 Carat; Amoft fingular an — st pepe ee 
 
 Ped. Hedraweth outthe thred of his verbofity, f- 
 ner then the ftaple of his argument. I-abhor fuch: pha- 
 natical}: hiatal y fuch infociable and poynt devife 
 companions, fuch rackers of ortagriphy, as to {peake 
 dont fine, when he fhould fay doubt; det, whenhe fheuld 
 pronounce debts debt, nordet: he clepeth a Calfe, 
 Caufe : halfe, haufe sneighbour vocatier nebour; neigh a- 
 breviated ne: this isabhominable, which he would call 
 abhominable = it infinuateth meof infamy + wesmreligss do- 
 mine, to make franticke, lunaticke > 
 
 Cura, Laus deo, bene intelligo. . ia 
 
 Pedar Bore boon far boon prefcian, alittle {carch , twill 
 ferve. 
 
 Enter Brag gart, Boy. : 
 
 (rat. Uides-ne quis venit ? 
 
 Peda, Video, & gandie. 
 
 Brag « Chirra. 
 
 Peda. Quare Chirra, not Sirra? * 
 
 Brag. Men of peage well incountred. 
 
 Peda. Moft military fir, falutation, 
 
 Boy. They have beeneat a great feaft of Languages, 
 
 and ftolé the fcraps. eta 
 Clow. © they have liv’dlong on the almes-basket of 
 words. I marvell thy M. hath not eaten thee for a word, 
 for thou art not fo long by the head as honorificabilitu- 
 dinitatibus: Thouart eafier {wallowed then. a. flapdra- 
 On. 
 . Page. Peace, the peale begins: 
 
 Brag. Mounfier, are you not lettered ?- 
 
 Page. Yes, yes, he teaches boyes the Horne-béoke : 
 What is Ab fpeld backward with the horne on his head ? 
 
 Peda. Ba, pueritia witha horne added. 
 _ Pag. Bamolt {eely Sheepe, witha horne: you heare his 
 learning. 4 
 
 Ped. Duis quis, thou Confonant ? 
 
 Pag. Thelaftof the five Vowels if You repeat them | 
 or the fift if I. . 
 
 Ped. I willrepeatthem: ae. 
 
 Pag. The Sheepe, the other twoconcludes it ou. ' 
 
 Brag. Now by the falt wave of the mediteraneum, a 
 {weet tutch,a quicke venewe of wit, {nip {nap ,quicke and 
 home, it rejoyceth my intellect, true wit. 
 
 ja Offered bya child to a1 old man: whichis wit- 
 old. 
 
 Peda. What isthe figure? What isthe figure ? 
 
 Page. Hornes: 
 
 Fy Thou difputes’t like an Infant: goe whip thy 
 Sigge. 
 
 Pag. Letid mie your Horne to make one; and I will 
 — about your Infamy vnwm citaa gigge of a Cuckolds 
 
 orne. 
 
 Clow. And I had but one penny in the world, thou 
 fhouldft have it to buy Ginger bread: Hold, there is the 
 very Remuneration I had of thy mafter, thou halfpenny 
 purfe of wit, thou Pidgeon-egge'of difcretion. O and the 
 heavens were fo pleafed, thatthou wert but my Baftard ; 
 Whata joyfull father wouldft thou make me ? Goe to, 
 thon haft it ad dwngil, at the firigers ends, as they fay. 
 
 /Peda, Oh1 {inell falfe Latine, dunghel tor unguem. 
 
 Brad. Art{-man preambular, we will be fingled from 
 the barbarous. Dee you not educate youth at the Charg- 
 houfe on the top of te Mountaine ? 
 
 Peda. Or Mons the hill. 
 
 Labour's loft. 
 
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 ae 
 
 Brag. At your tweet pleafure, for the Monntaine, 
 Péda. I doe fans queftien. : 
 Brag. Sir,itis the Kings moft fweet pleafure and of. 
 fection, to congratulate the Princeffeat her Pavilion, ig 
 the pofteriors of this day, which the rude multitude eal 
 theafter-noone. Pi 
 Ped. The posterior of the day, moft generous fir, is lige 
 ble, congruent, and meafurable for the after-noone: the 
 word is well culd, choife, fweet, and apt I dee affure you 
 fir, Ldoeaffure . j 
 Brag. Sir, the King isa nobleGentleman, and tny fie 
 miliar, I doeaffure ye very good friend: for whatisin 
 ward betweene us, let it paffe. Indoe befeech thee te 
 member thy curtefie. I befeechthee apparell thy head: 
 and ameng other importunate and moft ferious defignes, 
 and of great import indeed too: but let that pafie; forl’ 
 mutt tell thee it will pleafe his‘Grace (by the world) 
 fometime toleane upon my poore fhoulder, and with 
 his royall finger thus dally with my excrement, with 
 muftachio ; but {weet heart let that paffe. By the world 
 I recount no fable, fome certaine. {peciall honours it} 
 pleafeth his Greatnefle to impartto e4rmado aSouldier, 
 aman of travell, that hath feenethe world: butlet that) 
 pafle ; the very all of all is : but {weet heart, I doe im 
 plore fecrecy, that the King would have me prefent the 
 Princefle({weet chucke) withfome delightful offenta- 
 tion, or fhow, or pageant, or anticke, or fire-worker 
 Now, underftanding that the Curate and your fweetfelfe 
 are goodat {uch eruptions, and fodaine breaking ont of 
 myrth (as it were) I have acquainted you withall, tothe 
 end to crave your affiftance. we 
 Peda, Sit, you fhall prefent before her the Nine Wor- 
 thies. Sir Helofernes, as concerning fome.entertainment| 
 of time, fome fhow in the pofterior of this day, to bet 
 rendred by our affiftants at the Kings command :andthis} 
 moft gallant, illuftrate and learned Gentleman, before) 
 the Princeffe : Ifay none fo fit as to prefent the Nimey 
 Worthies. : 
 Curat. Where will you find men worthy enough to 
 prefent them ? 
 Peda, Iofua, your felfe : my felfe, and this gallant get- 
 tleman /udas Machabews ; this Swaine (becaufe of bis 
 great limme or joynt) fhall paffe Pompey the great, the 
 Page Hercules, 
 Brag. Pardon fir, error: He is not quantity enoug 
 for that Worthiesthumbe, he isnot fo big as the end 0 
 his Club. 
 Peda, Shall I haveaudience ? he fhall prefent Hers 
 4es im minority: his enter and exit thall be ftrangling @ 
 Snake ; and I will have an Apology for that purple. . | 
 Pag. Anexcellent device: fo if any of the audienét 
 hiffe, you may cry, Welldone Hercules, now thoucitr 
 fheft the Snake , that isthe way to make an offence gh] 
 cious, though few have the grace to doe it. + 
 Brag. For the relt of the Worthies ? 
 Peda. I will play.three my felfe, 
 Pag. Thrice worthy Gentleman. 
 Brag. Shall I tell youa thing ? eo 
 Peda. Weattend. a 
 Brag. Wewill have, ifthis fadge not, an Antique 1) 
 befeech you follow, ‘ ag 
 Ped. Viagood-tman Dull, thou haft {poken no word al 
 this while. tf 
 Dall. Nor underftood none neither fir. et 
 Ped. Alone, we will employ thee. gf 
 Dull. le make one in a dance, or fo: or 1 will play | 
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 Ped: Moft Dull, honeft Dwi,to our {port away. Exit. 
 
 Enter Prince(fe, and Ladies. 
 
 Prin. Sweet hearts, we thall be rich ere we depart, 
 If fairings come thus plentifilly in. 
 A Lady wal’dabout with Diamonds :looke you, what I 
 have from the loving King. 
 
 Rea. Madam, came nothing elfe along with that? 
 
 Prin. Nothing but this: yesas much love in Rime, 
 As would be cram’d upina fheet of paper 
 | Writ on beth fides the leafe, margent and all, 
 | That he was faine to feale on (upids name. 
 | _ Rofae That was the way to make his god-head wax : 
 | Forhe hathbeene five thoufand yeeresaboy:. 
 4 Kath. 1, anda shrewd unhappy gallowestoo. _ 
 Rofa.¥ ou'll ne’re be triends with him,a kild your fifter. 
 4 Kath, He made her melancholy, fad, and heavy, 
 | And fo fhie died : had the beene light like you, 
 | Offach a merry nimble fiurring {pirir, 
 She might a beene a Grandam ere fhe died. 
 
 And{o may yon : Fora light heart lives long. 
 | Roefa. What's your darke tneaning moufe, of chis light 
 word? 
 
 Kath. A light condition ina beauty datke.. 
 
 ~ Rofa. Wenced more light to find your theaning out. © 
 Kat. You'llmarre the light by taking it in fnufte : 
 
 } Therefore Ie darkely end the argument. 
 | Ref. Looke what youdoe, youdoe it ftill i’th darke. 
 
 “Kat. So doenot you, for youarea light Wench. 
 Rofa, Indeed 1 waigh not you, and therefore light. 
 
 : Ka, You waigh me not, O that’s you care not for me. 
 Rof. Great reafon : for paft cdre, is ftill palt care. 
 Prin: Well bandied both, a {et of Wit well played, 
 
 But Rofaline, you havea Favour too ? 
 Who fent it ?and what isit ? 
 Rofl. I wovld you knew. 
 ‘| And ifty face were but as faire as yours, 
 My Favour were as great, be witneffe this. 
 Nay, 1 have Verfestoo, I thanke Birone, 
 The numbers true; and were the numbring too, 
 T-were the faireft goddeffe on the ground. 
 I am compar’d to twenty thouland faires. 
 QO he hath drawne my pidure in his letter. 
 Prin. Any thing 8. ? 
 Rof. Muchia the letters, nothing in the praife. 
 Prin. Beauteous as Incke : a good conclufion. 
 Kat, Faireasatext B. ina Coppy booke. 
 Ref: Warepenfils. How ? let me not dye your debtor, 
 My red Dominicall, my golden letter. 
 O that your face were full of Ocs. 
 _. Pria. A Pox of that jeft,and I befhrew al! Shrowes : 
 But Katherine, what was fent to you 
 | From faire Dumaine? 
 Kath, Madam, this Glove: 
 Prin. Did he not fend you twaine? 
 Kath, Yes Madam sand moreover, 
 Some thoufand V erfes of a faithfull Lover 
 * A hugetranflation of hypocrifie, 
 ‘Vildly compil’d, profound fimplicity. 
 Mar. This,and thefe Pearls, to me fent Longavile. 
 _ The Letter is too long by halfea mile. 
 _. Prin. Ithinke no leffe : Doft thou not with in heart 
 ‘The Chaine were longer, and the Letter fhort? 
 _ Mar. 1, or lwould thefe hands might never part, 
 | Prin. Weare wife girlestomocke our Lovers {, ~ 
 
 —— ie ease ns. copeeiapeentiesneetionen aaeeianl 
 
 onthe taber to the Worthies,and let them dance the hey. 
 
 Pinel ening — ae — ™ 
 
 37 | 
 Rofa. They are worfe foolesto purchafe mocking fo. 
 That fame Bironeile torture ere] gor. 
 O that I knew he were bat in by th’weeke, 
 How I would make him fawne, and beg, and feeke, 
 And wait the feafon, and obferve the times, 
 And {pend his prodigall witsin bootelesrimes. 
 And thape his {erviceall to my behefts, 
 And make him proud to make me proud. with jeftss 
 So pertaunt like would I o’refway his ftate, 
 That he fhould be my foole, and E his fate. 
 Prin. Noneare {o farely caught, when they are catcht, | 
 As Witturn’d foole: folly in Wifedome hatch’d, 
 Hath wifedomes warrant, and the helpe of Schoole, 
 And Wits owne grace to gracea learned Foole ? 
 Rof. The bloud of youth burnes not with fuch exceile, 
 As gravities revolt to wantonefle. 
 Mer. Folly infooles beares not fo firong a note; 
 As fool’ry inthe Wife, when Wit doth dote : 
 Since all thepower thereof it doth apply, 
 Toprove by Wit, worth in fimplicity. 
 Enter Boyet. 
 Prin. Heere comes Boyer; and mirth in his face. 
 Boy. O 1 am ftab’dwith laughter, Wher’s her Grace? 
 Prin, Thy newes Boyer ? 
 Boy. Prepare Madame, prepare. 
 Arme Wenchesarme,incounters mounted are, 
 Againtt your Peace, Love doth approach, difguis’d : 
 Armedin arguments, you'll be fupriz’d. 
 Matter your Wits, ftand in your owne defence, 
 Or hide your heads like Cowards, and flye hence. 
 ‘Prin. Saint Dennis,to S. Cupid: What are they, 
 That chargetheir breath againft us? Say {cout fay. 
 Zoey. Vnder the coole fhade of a Siccamore, 
 Ithonght to clofe mine eyes fome halfean houre : 
 When loe tointerrupt my purpos’d reft, 
 Toward that fhade I might behold.addreft, 
 The King and his companions : warily 
 I ftole into a neighbour thicket by, 
 And over-heard, what you fhall over-heare : 
 That by and by difguis‘d they will be heere. 
 Their Herald isa pretty knavith Page : 
 That well by heart bath con’d his embaffage, 
 Action and accent did they teach him there. 
 Thus muft thoufpeake,and thus thy body beare: 
 Aad everand anon they madea doubt, 
 Prefence majefticall would put him out : 
 For quoth the King; an Angell fhall thou fee : 
 Yet feare not thou, but {peake audacipufly. 
 The Boy reply’d, an Angell is not evill : 
 I fhould have fear’d her, had fhe beene a devill. 
 With that all laugh’d, and clap’d him.on the fhoulders 
 Making the bold wagge by their praifes bolder. 
 One rub’d his elboethus, and fleer’d > and fwore, 
 A better {peech wasniever {poke before. 
 Another with his finger, and his thumb, 
 Cry'd via, we will doo’t, come wkat will come- 
 The third he caper’d and cried, Allgoes well. 
 The fourth turn’d on the toe, and downe he fell : 
 Withthat they all did tamble ontheground, 
 With fuch a zealous laughter fo. profound, 
 That in this {pleene ridiculous appeares, 
 To checke their folly paffions, folemneteares. 
 Prin, But what, but what, come they to vifit us? 
 Boy. They doe, they doe ; and are apparel’d thus, 
 Like A4u/covites, or Ruffians, or I geffes 
 Their purpofe isto parlee, to court, and dance, 
 ce emins M3. And | 
 
! Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 And every one his Love-feat will advance, 
 Vito his {everall Miftreffe : which they'll know 
 By favours feverall, which they did beftow. 
 Prin, And will they fo ? the Gallants fhall be taskt : 
 For Ladies , we will every one be maske, 
 And nota man ofthem fhall have the grace - 
 Defpight of fate,to fee a Ladies face. 
 Hold Rofatine, chis Favour thou fhalt weares 
 And 'then the King will court thee for his Deare : 
 Hold, takethon this my fweet, and give me thine, 
 Sofhall Bironetake me for Rofaline. ae. f 
 And change your Favours too, fo fhall your Loves. 
 Wooccontrary, deceiv’dbytheferemoves: 
 Rof#. Come on then, weare the favours moft in fight. 
 Kath. Butin this changing, What is your intent? 
 Pria. The effe4 of my intent isto crofie theirs: 
 They doe it but in mocking merriment, 
 And mocke for mocke is onely my intent. 
 Their feverall counfels they unbofome fhall, 
 To Loves miftooke, and fo be mockt withall. 
 Vpon the next occafion that we meete, 
 With Vifages difplayed to talke and greete, 
 Rola. But thall we dance, ifthey defire ustoo't? 
 Prit. No, to the death we will not movea foot, 
 Nor to their pen’d fpeech render we no grace « 
 Bat while’tis fpoke, each turne away her face. » 
 Boy. Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart, 
 And quite divorce his memory fromhis part. 
 Prin. Therefore I doe it, and I make no doubt, 
 The reft will ne’re come in, if he be out. 
 There’s no fuch fport, as {port by {port orethrowne: 
 To make theirs ours, and ours none but our owne. 
 So fhall we ftay mocking entended game, 
 Aad they wellmockt, depart away withfhame. Sounds 
 Boy, The Trumpet founds; be maskt, the maskers 
 come. | 
 
 Enter Black woores with muficke, the Boy with a fpeech, 
 and the rest of the Lords dsfgns[ed. 
 
 Page. Alhaile, the richest Beauties on theearth. 
 
 Bir, Beauties no richer then rich Taffata. 
 
 Pag. eA holy parcell of the faireft dames that ever turw’d 
 their backes to mortall viewes. 
 
 The Ladies turne their backes to him. 
 
 Bir. Their eyes villaine, their eyes. 
 
 Pag. That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal viewes. 
 Out 
 z sr. True, out indeed. ; 
 
 “Pag. Ont of your favours heavenly [pirit vouch{afe 
 Norco baie? fi ae - 
 
 Bir. Once to behold, rogue. . 
 
 Pag. Once to behold with your Sunne beamed eyes, 
 With your Sunnebeamed eyes. 
 
 Bir, They will notanfwer to that Bpythite, 
 You were beft call it Daughter-beamed eyes. 
 
 Pag. They doe not marke me, and that brings me out, 
 
 Bsr. Isthis your perfectneffe ? be gon yourogue. 
 
 Rofa. What would thefe ftrangers ?. 
 Know their minds Boyer. 
 Ifthey doe {peake our language, "tis our will 
 That fome plaine man recounttheir purpofes. 
 Know what thy would? 
 
 Boy. What would you withthe Princes ? 
 
 Bir. Nothing but peace, and gentle vifitation. 
 
 Rof. What would they, faythey? 
 
 Boy. Nothing. but peace, and gentle vifitations | | 
 Rofa. Why that they have, and bid them fobegone, — * 
 Boy. Shefayes you have it, and you may be gone, 
 Kin. Say’to her we have meafur’d many miles, 
 
 To treada Meafure with you onthe grafle. ce. 
 Boy. They fay that they have meatur’d many amile, | 
 
 To tread a Meafure with youon this graffe. me. e 
 Ro/a. Itisnotfo. Askethem how many inches 
 
 Isinone mile? Ifthey have meafur'd many, 
 
 The meafure then of one is eafly told. it 
 Boy. Ittocome hither, you have seafur'd miles, | 
 
 And many miles: the Princeffe bids you tell, 
 
 How many inches doth fill up one mile? eye 
 Bir. Tell her we meafure them by weary fteps.) | 
 Boy. She heares her felfes a, o 
 Refa. How many weary fteps, Ley ly 
 
 Of many weary miles you have ore-gone, ‘4 
 
 Are numbred in the travell of one mile? $9 
 Bir. Wenumbernothing that we {pend for yeu,» ©) 
 
 Our dutyis fo rich, fo infinite, 4 
 
 That we may docit ftill without accompt. 
 
 Vouchfafe to thew the funfhine of your face, 
 
 That we (like favages) may worthip it. /, ee 
 Rofa. My face isbut a Moone and clouded tooe | 
 Kin. Bleffed are clouds, to doe asfuch clouds dose 
 
 Vouchfafe bright Moone, and thefe thy ftarresto flung, | 
 
 (Thofe clouds removed) upon our wateryeyne, ~~ 
 Rofa. O vaine peticioner, bega greater matter, 
 
 Thou now requetts but Moonefnine inthe watere | 
 Kis, Then in our meafure, vouchfafe but one change, 
 
 Thou bidft me beg, this begging isnot ftrange. 
 Rofa. Play muficke then : nay you muft doe it fone, } 
 
 Not yet no dance : thus change I likethe Moone. 
 
 F Bi Wil you not dance; How come you thus ¢] 
 ranged ? et 
 Rofé, Youtooke the Moone at full, but now thee’ 5 
 
 changed ? ree 
 Kin, Yet ftill theisthe Moone, and I the Mans» 
 
 _ Rofa. The muficke playes, vouchfafe fome motion 
 
 it : Our eares vouchfate it. vet 
 Kin, But your legges fhould doe it. ete 
 Rof. Since you are ftrangers, and come here by chanet, 
 
 : 
 
 Fy 
 4 
 : 
 
 We'llnot be nice, take hands, we will not dances 
 Kin. Why take youhands then? 
 
 Rofa. Onely to part friends. 
 
 Curtfiefweet hearts, and fo the Meafure ends. . 
 Kin. More meafure of this meafure, benot mice 
 Rofa. Wecanafford no more at fucha price. 
 Xin.Prife your felves then : what buyesyour compat? 
 Rofa. Your abfence onely. - : 
 
 Kin. That can never be. - Bice 
 Rofa. Then cannot we be bought: and foadue, | 
 
 Twice to your Vifor, andhalfe once to youe =| 
 Kin. \f you deny to dance, let’s hold more chat. |} 
 Ref In private then. Bh 
 Kén. Lam beft pleafd with that. 
 Bir. White handed Miftris, one {weet word withthee: 
 Prin. Hony,and Milke, and Suger :thereis threte 
 Bsr. Nay then twotreyes, and if you fo nice 
 
 Methegline, Wort, and Malmfey ; well runne dices 
 
 There s halfea dozen fiweets. 
 Prin. Seventh {weet adue, fince you can cogs 
 
 Ile play no more with you. 
 
 Bir. One word infecret. 
 Prin. Let it notbe fweet. 
 Bsr. Thon greev’ft my galls 
 
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Prin. Gall, bitter. 
 Bir. Therefore meete. 
 Da. Will you vouchfafe with meto change a word ? 
 Mar. Name it. ; 
 
 . Duws, Faire Lady : 
 
 Mar, Say you fo? Faire Lord ; 
 Take you that for your faire Lady. 
 
 Dam, Pleafe it you, 
 
 Asmuch in private, and Ile bid adieu. 
 
 Mar. What, was your vizard made withouta tongue? 
 
 Long. I know the reafoa Lady why youaske. 
 
 Mar. O for your reafon, quickly fir, I long. 
 
 Leng. You have adouble tongue within your maske: 
 And would affoord my {peechleffe vizard halfe. 
 
 Mar, Vealequoth the Dutch-man:.is not Veale a 
 Calfe ? ; 
 
 Long. A Calfe faire Lady ? 
 
 Mar. No, a faire Lord Calfe. 
 
 Long. Let’s part the word. 
 
 Mar. No, Ile not be your halfe.: 
 Take all and weane it, itmay provean Oxes 
 
 Long. Looke how youbutto your feife in thefe fharpe 
 mockes. 
 
 Will you give hornes chaft Lady ?, Doe not fo. 
 
 Mar. Then dyea Calfe before your hornesdoe grow. 
 
 Lon. One word in private with youere 1 dye. 
 
 (Mar. Bleat foftly then, the Butcher heares youcry- 
 
 Boy. Thetongues of mocking wenches areas keene 
 As is the Razors edge, invifible 
 Cutting a {aller haire chen may be feene, 
 
 Above the fenfe of fence fo fenfible : 
 
 Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wing’, 
 
 Fleeter then arrows, bullets, wind thought,{wifter things 
 i* Not one word more my maides,breake off, breake 
 
 off. 
 
 Bir. By heaven, all dry beaten with pure {coffe. 
 
 Kis. Fare-well madde Wenches, you have fimple 
 wits. Exeunt. 
 
 Prin. Twenty adieus my frozen Mufcovits. 
 
 Are thefe the breed of wits fo wondred at ? 
 
 Boy. Tapers they are, with your fweet breathes puft 
 out. 
 
 Rofa. Wel-liking wits they have, grofle; grofle, fat.fat. 
 
 Prin. O poverty in wit,Kingly poore flout. 
 
 Will they not (thinke you) hang themfelves to night ¢ 
 Orever but in vizards fhew their faces : 
 This pert Birone was out of count’nance quite. 
 Rof. O | They were aliin lamentable cates. 
 The King was weeping ripe for a good word. 
 
 Prin. Birone did {weare himfelfe out of all {uite. 
 
 (Mar, Dumaine wasat my fervice, and his {word ; 
 No point (quoth I: my fervant ftraight was mute. 
 
 Ka. Lord Longavile {aid 1 came ore his heart + 
 And trow you what he cali’d me ? 
 
 Frin. Qualme perhaps. 
 
 Kat. Yesin good faith. 
 
 Prin, Goe ficknefle as thou att. 
 Rof. Well, better wits have worne plaine fatute caps, 
 But will you heare ;the King is my love {worne. 
 
 Prin. And quicke Birene bath plighted faith to me. 
 
 Kat. And Longavile was for my fervice borne. 
 
 Mar. Dumaine ismine asfureasbarke on trees 
 
 Boy. Madam, and pretty miltreffes give eare, 
 Immediately they will againe be heere 
 In their owne fhapes : for itcan never be, 
 They will difgeft this harth indignity. 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. : 
 
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 Pris. Willthey returne? 
 
 Boy. They will they will, Godknowes, . 
 nd leape for joy, though they are lame with blowes: 
 Theretore change Favours,and when they repaire, 
 Blow like {weet Rofes,iu this {ummer aire. 
 
 Prin, How blow? how blow? Speake to be under 
 ftood, ) 
 
 Boy. Faire Ladies maskt, are Rofes iv their bud : 
 Difmaskt, their damaske {weet commixture fhowne, 
 Are Angels vailing clouds, or Rofes blowne. : 
 
 Prin, Avant perplexity ; W hat fhall we doe, 
 ifthey returne intheir owne fhapesto wooe ? 
 
 Rofa. Good Madam, if by meyou'li be advis’d, 
 Lei’s mocke them ftill as well knowne as difguis’d ; 
 Let us complaine to them what fooles were heare, 
 Difguis'd like Mufcovites in fhapeleffe geare : 
 
 And wonder what they were, and to whatend 
 Their-fhallow fhowes,and Prologue vildely pen’d, 
 
 And their rough carriage fo ridiculous, 
 
 Should be prefented at our Tentto us. 
 
 Bey. Ladies, withdraw : the gallants areat hands 
 Prin. Whip to our Tents, as Roes runnes ote Land. 
 Exeunt. 
 Enter the King and there. 
 
 King. Faire fir,God fave yous Wher's the Princeffe ? 
 Boy. Goneto her Tent. 
 
 Pleafe iryour Majefty command me any fervice to her? 
 King. That the vouchfafe me audience for one word. 
 Boy. Twill, and fowill fhe, I know my Lord: Exit. 
 Bir. This fellow pickes up wit as Pigeons peafe, 
 
 And utters it againe, when /ovedoth pleafe. 
 
 He is Wits Pedler, and retailes his Wares; 
 
 At Wakes,and Waflels, Meetings; Markets, Faires. 
 
 And wethatfell by groffe, the Lord.doth know, 
 
 Have notthe grace tograce it with fuch fhow. 
 
 This Gallant pins the Wenehes on his fleeve. 
 
 Had he bin Adam, he had tempted Eve. 
 
 He can carve too, andlifpe: Why thisis he; 
 
 That kift away his hand in courtefie. 
 
 Thisis the Ape of Forme, Monfieur the nice, 
 
 That when he playesat Tables, chides the Dice 
 
 In honorable tearmes : Nay he can fing 
 
 A meane moft meanly, and in Vfhering 
 
 Mend him whocan : the Ladies call him fweet. 
 
 The ftaires as he treads on them kiffe his feete. 
 
 Thisis the flower that {mileson every one, 
 
 To thew his teethas white as Whale tis bone. 
 
 And confciences that willnot dye in debr, 
 
 Pay him the duty of hony-rongued Boyer. “wee 
 Kin. A biifter on bis {weet tongue withmy heart, — 
 
 That put Armadoes Page out of bis parte 
 
 Enter Ladie?. 
 
 Bir. Seewhereit comes. Behaviour what wer't thou, 
 Till this madman fhew’d thee? And what art thon now? 
 Kin, Allhaile {weet Madam, and faire time of day. 
 
 Prin. Faire in all Haile istoule,as I conceives . 
 
 Kin, Conftrue my {peechesbetter, if you may. 
 
 Prin, Then wifh me better, I will give youleave, 
 
 Kin. Wecameto vifit you, and purpofe now 
 To leade you to our Court, vouchfafe it then, 
 
 Prin. This field fhall hold me, and fo hold your vow : 
 Nor God, nor I, delights in perjur’d men, 
 
 Kin. Rebuke menotfor that which you provoke : 
 
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 Thevertue of your eye muft breake my oath. ; 
 PrYou nic phon Reha : vice you (hould have fpoke: 
 For vertues office never breakes men troth. 
 Now by my maiden honor, yet as pure 
 As the unfullied Lilly, 1 proteft, 
 A world of tormentsthough fhould endure, 
 I would not yeeld to be your houles guett : 
 So much J hate a breaking caufetobe 
 Of heavenly oathes, vow’d with integrity. 
 Kin. O you haveliv’d in delolation heere, 
 Vnfeene, unvifited,much to our fhame. — 
 Prin. Not{o my Lord, itis not {ol fweare, 
 We have had paltimes heere, and pleafant game, 
 A meffe of Raffians left us but of late. 
 Kin. How Madam ? Ruflians ? 
 Prin, 1 in truth my Lord. 
 Trim gallants , full of Courtfhip and of ftate. 
 Rofa, Madam {peake true. Itis not fomy Lord: 
 My Lady (to the manner of the dayes) 
 In curtefic gives undeferving praife. 
 We foure indeed confronted were with foure 
 In Ruffian habit: "Heere they ftayedan houre, 
 And talk’d apace : and in that houre (my Lord) 
 They did not bleffe as with one happy word. 
 I dare not call them fooles ; but this I thinke, 
 Whenthey are thirfty;tooles would faine have drinke. 
 Bir. Thisjeftisdry tome. Faire gentle {weet, 
 
 | Your ivit-makes wifethings foolifh,when we greete 
 
 Witheyesbeft feeing, heavens ficry eye: 
 
 By light welofelight: yur capacity 
 
 Is of that nature, that to. your huge ftore, 
 
 Wile things feeme:foolith, and rich things but poore. 
 Ref, This proves you wife and ricly : for in my eycmme 
 Biro Lama foole, ‘and full of poverty. ' 
 
 | Ref. But that you take what dothto you belong, 
 It were a fault tofnatch words from my tongue. 
 Bsr. O, Lam yours and all chat I poffeffe. 
 Rof. All the foole mine. 
 Ber. I cannot give youleffe. 
 Rof. Which of the Vizards was itthat you wore 2 
 Bsr. Where ? when? What Vizard? 
 
 Why demand you this? 
 
 Rof. There, then, that vizard, that fuperfluons cafe, 
 
 That hid the worfe;and thew’d the better face. 
 
 Kin, Wears difcried, 
 They’l mockeus now down eright. 
 Dak, Letus confeffe, and turne it toa jeft. 
 Prin. Amaz'd my Lord? Why lookes your Highneffe 
 fadde? 
 Ref. Helpe hold his browes, hee’l {wound why looke 
 you pale ? ee 
 
 Sea-ficke I thinke comming from Mafcovy. 
 
 Bér.Thus poure the ftarres downe plagues for perjury, 
 
 Can any face of brafle hold longer out ? 
 
 Heere ftand I, Lady dart thy skill at me, 
 
 Bruifé me with fcorne, confound me witha flout. 
 Thruft thy tharpe wit quite through my ignorance. 
 Cut meto peeces with thy keene conceit: 
 
 And I will with thee never more to dance, 
 
 Nor never more in Ruffian habit waite. 
 
 O! never will I truft to {peeches pen’d, 
 
 Nor tothe motion ofa Schoole-bo yes tongue. 
 Nor never come in vizard to my friend, 
 
 Nor woojnrime like a blind-harpers fongue, 
 Taffata phrafes, filkentearmes precife, 
 Three-pil’d Hyperboles, fpruce affection ; 
 
 Figures pedanticall, thefe fummer flyes, ae! 
 stpee biome me full of maggor Se ane , 
 I doe forfweare them, and I heere prorett, — 9) 
 By this white Glove (how white the hand’ God knows) 
 Henceforth my wooing mind fhall be expreft* ">= 
 In ruffet yeas, and honeft kerfie noes. 
 And tobegin Wench; fo God helpe me law; 
 Myloveto thec is found, fans cracke or flawe. 
 Rofa Sais, fans, Vpray yous 
 Bsr. Yet I havea tricke 
 Of the old rage ; beare with me, I am ficke. 
 Ile leave itby degrees : foft, let us fee, 
 Write Lord hate mercy on us, on thofe three, a 
 They are infeed, in their hearts itlyes : Ba 
 They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes” 
 Thefe Lordsare vifited, you are not free: 3 
 For the Lords tokens on you doe | fee. a 
 Pra. No, they are free that gave thefe tokens tous. 
 Bir. Our ftates are forfeit, feeke not to undoeus, 
 Rof. It is not fo ; for how canthis betrue, 
 
 That you ftand forfeit, being thofethat fue, 
 
 * Bir. Peace, fot I willnot have to doe with you) » 
 Ref? Nor fhall not, if 1 doe as! intend. glee 
 Bir. Speake for yourfelves, my witisat an end, 
 King. Teach us{weet Madame, for our rude tranfgref- 
 
 fion, fome faire excufe. 
 Prin. The faireft is confeffion. bien 
 Were you not heere but even now, difguis'd? 
 Kin, Madam, I was, 
 Prin. And were you well advis’d ? 
 Kin, I was faire Madam. 
 ‘Prin. When you then were heere; 
 What did you whifper in your Ladies eare ? h 
 Kim. That more then all the world I did refpedt her. 
 Prin. When {ne fhall challenge this, you will rejett 
 
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 her. 
 Kin. Vpon mine Honor no. . 
 Priw. Peace, peace, forbeare : : 
 Your oath once broke, you force not to forfweare. 
 Kin. Defpife me when I breake this oath of mines 
 Prin. Twill, and therefore keepe it. Rofadine, 
 What did the Rudian whifper in your eare 2 
 Rofa. Madam, he {wore that he did hold me deare 
 As precious eye-fight, and did value me 
 Above this World : adding there moreover, 
 That he would Wed me, or elfe dye my Lover. 
 Prin, God give thee joy of him : the Noble Lord 
 Moft honorably doth uphold his words 
 Kin. What meane you Madame? 
 By my life, my troth, 
 I never {worethis Lady fuch an oath. 3 
 Ref. By heaven you did; and toconfirmeit plaine, 
 you gave me this: But take it fir againe. 
 Ksng. My faith and this, the Princeffe I did give, 
 I knew her by this Iewell‘on her fleeve. 
 ‘Prin. Pardon me fir, this Iewell did the weare, 
 And Lord Birone (Ithanke him) is my deare. 
 What ? Will you have me, or your Pearle againe ? 
 Bir. Neither of either, I remitbothtwaine. 
 I {ee the tricke on’t : Heere was a confent, 
 Knowing afotchand of our merriment, 
 To dah it like a Chriftmas Comedy. 
 Some carry-tale,fome pleafe-man, fome flight Zany, 
 Some mumble-newes, fome trencher-knight,fome Dicke 
 That {miles his cheeke in yeares, and knowes the tricke 
 To make my Lady laugh, when fhe’s difpos’d ; * 4 
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 - Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 Told our intents before : which once difclos’d, 
 The Ladiesdid change Favours, and then we 
 Following the figaes, woord but the figne of thes 
 
 Nowto onr perjury, to adde more terror, 
 
 Weare againe forfworne in will and error. 
 Muchupon thisit is; and might not you 
 Foreftall our fport, to make us thus untrue ? 
 Doe not you know my Ladies foot by’th {quier ? 
 And laugh upon the apple of her eye ? 
 
 And ftand betweene her backe fir, and the fire, 
 
 | Holdinga trencher, jefting merrily ? 
 
 You put our Page out: goe,youareallowd —_. 
 Die when you will, a {mocke fhall be your fhrowd. 
 Youteere upon me; doe you? There’s aneye 
 Woundslike a Leaden {fword. . Mi 
 
 Boy. Full merrily hath this brave manager, this car= 
 reere beene runne. 
 
 Bir, Loe, he is tilting ftraight. Peace, I have done, 
 
 Enter Clowne. 
 
 Welcome pure wit, thou part’fta faire fray: 
 
 Ch. O Lord fir, they would kno, 
 Whether the three W orthies thall come in,or nos 
 
 Bir. What, are there but three ? 
 
 (lew. No fir, butit is vara fine, 
 For every one purfents three, 
 
 Bir. And.three times thrice is nine. 
 ' (te. Notfo fir, under correction fir,I hope it isnot fo. 
 Y¥ ou cannot beg us fir,I can affure you fir, we know what 
 we know : lhope fir three times thrice fir; 
 
 Bs. Is not nine. 
 
 (%. Vader correction fir, wee know where-untill it 
 doth amount. 
 
 Bir. By dove, Lalwayes tooke three threes for nine. 
 
 Clo. OLord fir, it were pitty you fhould get your 
 living by reckning fir. 
 
 Biry How much isit? 
 
 Clo. O Lord fir, the parties themfelves, the a@tors fir 
 will thew where-untill it doth amount: for mine owne 
 part,Iam (asthey fay,but to perfec one man in one poore 
 
 - man) Pompion the great fir. 
 
 Bir. Artthou one of the Worthies ? 4 
 
 (lo. itpleafed them tothinke me worthy of Pompey 
 the great: for mineowne part, Iknow not the degree 
 ofthe Worthy, but Iam to ftand for him. 
 
 Bir. Goe, bid them prepare. Exit. 
 
 Cl. Wewill turne it finely off fir,we will take {ome 
 care. 
 
 King. Birone,they will thame us : 
 
 Let them not approach. 
 
 Bir. Weare fhame-proofe my Lord: and *tis fome 
 policy, to have one fhew worfe then the Kings and his 
 cotnpany. 
 
 Kin, 1 fay they fhall not come. 
 
 Prin, Nay my good Lord, fet me ore rule younow ; 
 That {port beft pleafes, that doth leaft know how. 
 Where Zeale ftrivesto content, and the contents 
 Dies in the Zeale of that which it prefents : 
 
 Their forme confounded, makes moft forme in mirth, 
 When great things labouring perith in their birth. 
 Bir. A right defcription of our {pért my Lord, . 
 
 Enter Braggart. 
 
 Brag, Annointed, limplore fo muchexpence of thy 
 
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 royall {weet breath, as will vtter a brace of words, 
 
 Prin. Doththis man ferve God ? 
 
 Bir. Why aske you? 
 
 Prin. He {peak’s not like a man of God’s making: 
 
 Brag. That’sall one my faire {weet hony Monarch : 
 For Iproteft, the Schoolmatter is exceeding fantafticall: 
 Teo too vaine, too too vaine. But we will putit (as they 
 fay) to Fortuna delaguar. 1 with you the peace of mind 
 moft royallcupplement. __- 
 
 King. Here islike to be a good prefence of Worthies; 
 He prefents A: éor of Troy, the Swaine Pomspey the great, 
 the Parifh Curate : Alexander, Armadoes Page Hercules, 
 the Pedant /udas Machabeus: And if thefe ae Wer- 
 thiesin their firft thew thriue, thefe foure willchange 
 habites, and prefent the other five. 
 
 Bir. There is five in the firft fhew. 
 Kin. Youare deceived, tis not fo. 
 Bsr. The Pedant, the Braggart, the Hedge-Prieft , the 
 Foole,and the Boy. 
 A. bare throw at Novum, and the whole world againe, 
 Cannot pricke out five fuch, take each onein’s vaine. 
 Kén.The fhip is under faile,and here fhe comes amaine. 
 
 Enter Pompey. 
 
 Ch. 1 Pompey am. 
 Boy. You lye, youare not he. 
 Clo, I Pompey am. 
 Boy. With Libbards head on knee. 
 Bir. Well faid old mocker, 
 I mutt needs be friends with thee. 
 Clo. I Pompey am, Pompey (urnam A the big. 
 Dz, The great. 
 Clo, Itis great fir : Pomspey furnams d the great : 
 That oft in field, with Targe and Shiela, , 
 did make my foe to fweat : 
 And travailing along this coast, I bere am! come by chance, 
 And lay my eArmes before thelegs of this{wect Laffe of 
 France. 
 If your Ladifhip would fay thankes Pompey , I had .done. 
 Prin, Greatthankes great Pompey. 
 Cér. Tisnot fo much worth: butI hope I was per- 
 fect. I made alittle fault in great. 
 Bir. My hat to a halfe-peny, Pompey proves the beft 
 Worthy, 
 
 A : 
 Enter Curate, for Alexander. 
 
 Carat: When inthe world 1liv'd, Iwas the worlds (om- 
 mander : 
 By East Weft ,North,and South,I {bred my conquering might 
 My Scutcheon plaine declares that 1 am Alifanders 
 Boy. Yout nofe faies no, you are nots 
 For it tandstoo right. ; 
 Bir. Your nofe {mels no, in this moft tender {mrelling 
 Knight. . 
 Prin, The Conqueror is difmaid : 
 Proceed good Alexander. nT 
 Cur. When in the world! lived, Iwas the worldes. Com: 
 meander. . 
 Boy. Molt true, tis right : you were fo Ah/ander. 
 Bir. Pompeythe great... . 
 (%. Your fervantand Coftard. 
 Bir, Take away the Conqueror, takeaway ALfander. 
 Ch. O fir, you have overthrowne Aljfender the con- | 
 querot s you willbe icrap’d out of the painted cloth ix 
 this. 
 
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 this : your Lion that holds his Pollax fitting on a clofe 
 {toole, will be given to Ajax. He will be the hinth wor- 
 thy. A Conqueror, and affraid to fuk ? Runne ia 
 for (hate Alifander. There an’t fhall pleafe you : a Too- 
 lith qiiid man,’ an honeft man,looke you,and foone dafht: 
 Heis a marvellous good neighbour infooth, and a very 
 god Bowler : but for Afander, alasyou fee, how iets 
 little ore-parted. But there are Worthies a comming, 
 will {peake their mind in fome other fort. iis 
 Clo, Standafide good Pompey. Exit Clo. 
 
 Enter Pedanit for Iudas, andthe Boy for Hercules. 
 
 Ped. Great Hercules is prefented by this Impe, 
 Whole Club kil’d Cerberus chat three-headed Canus, 
 And when he was a’babe, a child, a fhrimpe, 
 Thus did he ftrangle Serpents in his (Manus: 
 Quoniam, he{eemeth in minority , 
 Ergo, 1 come with this Apology: 
 
 Keepe fome ftatein thy Exit, and vanifh: 
 Fed. Tudas lam. 
 Dum. A \udas? 
 Ped. Nat Ifcariat fir. 
 
 luda I mn Machabeus, ; 
 
 Dum. Tndas Machabeus clipt, is plaine Iudas. 
 
 Bir. Akiffing traitor. How art thou prov’d Ludas? 
 
 Ped. Indu! ani. 
 
 Dum. The more fhame for you Judas. 
 
 Ped. What meavie you fir? 
 
 Boy. To make Indus hang himfelfe. 
 
 Ped. Begin fit, you ate my elder. 
 
 Bir. Wellfollow'd, Judas was hang’d on an Elder. 
 
 Ped. I willnot be put out of countenance. 
 
 Bir. Becaufethou haft no face: 
 
 Ped. What is this. 
 Boy, A Citterne head. 
 
 Dum. The head ofa bodkin. 
 
 Bir, A deaths face ina ring. | 
 
 -Lon. The face of an old Roman coyne, fcarce feene. 
 
 Boy. The pummell of (2/fars Faulchion. 
 
 Dum. Thecary’d-bone face ona Flaske. 
 
 Bir. Saint Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch. 
 
 Dum. I, and in abrooch of Lead. 
 
 Bir. I, and worne in the capofa Tooth-drawer. 
 And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance. 
 Ped. You have put me ont of countenance. 
 Bir. Falfe, we have giventhee faces. 
 Ped. But you have out-fac'd them all. 
 Bir. And thou wert a Lion, ‘we would dot fo. 
 Boy. Therefore ashe is, an Affe, let him goe : 
 And fo adieu {weet Jude. Nay, why doft thon ftay? 
 Dum. For the latter end of his name. 
 Bir. For the e4ffeto the [ude : give it him: Ind-as a- 
 way. 
 Ped, Thisis not generous, not gentle, not humble. 
 Bey. A light for monfieur Judas, it growesdarke, he 
 may ftumble. 
 
 Prin, Alas poore (Machabems, how hath he beene 
 
 baited. 
 
 Exit Boyi 
 
 ‘Eater Bra egart. 
 
 Bir. Hide thy head Achilles, heere comes Heffor in 
 Armes. 
 
 Dum. Thoughmy mockes come home by ‘me, I will. 
 
 now be merry. 
 | King. Hettor was buta Troyan in refpect of this. 
 
 Doe you not fee Pompey is uncafing for the combat + n 
 
 Boy: But isthis Heétor ? ae : by 
 
 Kin Ithinke Heéfonwas not fo cleane timber'd, : 
 
 Lon. His leggeis too big for Heéfor. 9 
 
 Dum, More Calfe certaine. 
 
 Boy. No; he‘is beft indued in the {mall. 
 
 Bir. This can’ot be Heéfor. i 
 
 Dam. He'sa god or a Painter, for he makes faces, 
 
 Brag. The Armipotent Mares, of Lawnces the aln 
 gave Hettor a gift. M7 
 
 Dum. A gilt Nutmegse. 
 
 Bir. ALemmon. 
 
 Lon. Stucke With Cloves: 
 
 Dum. Nocloven. s 
 
 Brag. The eArmiporent Mars, of Launses the almig 
 Gave Hettor a gi{t, the beire of [lion ; ae a 
 ‘A man fo breathed, that certaine he would fight: yea | 
 From morne till night, out of bis Pavillion, ie 
 Iam that Flower. 
 
 Dum. That Mint. 
 
 Long. That Cullambine. a 
 
 Brag. Sweet Lord Longavile reine thy tongue. ") 
 
 Lon, \ mult rather give it the reine ; for it 
 gaintt Heéfor. 
 
 Dum. 1, and Hettor’s aGrey-hound. 
 
 Brag. The {weet War-man is dead and rotten, 
 Sweet chuckes, beat not the bones of the buried ¢ 
 ButI will forward with my device; sale 
 Sweet Royalty beftow onme the Sence of heating. 
 
 Birone Steps forth. he; 
 Prin, Speake brave Heftor, we are much delighte 
 Brag. I doe adorethy {weet Graces flipper.» 
 Boy, Loves her by the foot. Bich 
 Dum. He may not by the yard. 63 
 Brag. This Hettor farre furmonnted Hannibal. ~~ 
 The party ts gone. 
 (ie. Fellow Heétor, fhe is gone ; fhe is two mon 
 on her way. 
 Brag. What meaneft thon ? + 
 Ct, Faith unlefle you play the honeft Troyan 
 poore Wench is caft away : fhe’s quicke, the child b 
 in her belly already : tis yours. ae 
 Brag. Dott thouinfamonize me among Potentates? 
 Thon thalt dye. ca 
 (%. Then fhall Heétor be whipt for Taquenetta | 
 eck by him, and hang’d for Pompey, that is dead 
 im. 
 Dum. Molt rare Pompey. 
 
 Boy. Renowned Pompey. 
 Bir, Greater then great, great, great, great Pompey 
 Pompey the huge. ai 
 Dum. Hettor trembles. m 
 
 Bir. Pompey is moved, more Atees more Atees ft 
 them, or ftirre them on. 
 
 Dum, Hedlor will challenge him. . a 
 
 Bir. 1,if ahaveno more mans blood in’s belly, thea | 
 willfup a Flea. aoe 
 Brag. By the North-pole I doe challenge thee. 
 
 Cv. I willnot fight with a pole likea Northern 
 Ile flath, Ue doe itby the {word : 1 pray you let me 
 row my Armes againe, 
 
 Dum. Roome forthe incenfed W orthies. 
 
 (%. Ue doe it in my fhirt. 
 
 Dum. Mott refolute Pompey. 
 
 Page. Matter, let me take you abutton hole lower: 
 
 irre 
 
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 } A heavy heart beares not an humble yt ay 
 
 Loves Labour's lof 
 
 meane you ? you willlofe your répuration. 
 
 Brag. Gentlemen aud $ouldiers pardon me, I will now 
 combat in my fhirt. 
 
 Du. Youmay not deny it, Pompey hath made the chal- 
 enge. 
 
 Brag. Sweet bloods, I both may, and will. 
 
 Bir. What reafon have youfor't?.. 
 
 Bra. The naked truth of it is, I have no fhirt, 
 
 I goe woolward ter penance. 
 
 Zo. True, and it was injoyned him in Rome for want 
 of Linnefi : fince when, Ile be {worne he wore none, but 
 adifhclout of Jaquenettas, and that hte weares next his 
 heart for a favour, 
 
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 Emer a‘ Meffenger, Monfiewr Marcade, 
 
 (Mar. God fave you Madam. 
 
 Prin. Welcome Atarcade, but that thou intertupreft 
 Our merriment. 
 
 ‘Merc. 1 am forry Madam; for the newes I bring is 
 
 Wy in my tongue. The King your father: 
 - Prin, Dead for my life. 
 
 Afar. Even foz My tale is told. 
 
 Bir. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud. 
 
 Bra. For mine ownepart , I breathe free breath :1 
 have feene the day of wrong, throughthelittle ‘hole of 
 difcretion, and I will right my fclfe like a Souldier. 
 
 Exennt Worthies. 
 
 Kin. How fare’s your Majefty ? 
 
 Prin. Boyét prepare, I will away to night. 
 
 Kin. Madamnot fo, } doe befeech youi ftay. 
 
 Prin. Prepare I fay. Ithanke you graciotis Lords 
 
 For all your faire endevours and entreats : 
 Ont of a new fad-foule, that you vouchiafe, 
 In your rich wifedome to excufe, or hide, 
 The liberall oppofition of our {pirits, 
 Ifover-boldly we have borne ou felves, 
 
 In the converfe of breath (your gentleneffe 4 
 Was guilty of it.) Farewell worthy Lord : 
 
 Excufe me fo, comming fo fhort of than 
 
 For my great fait, fo eafily obtain’d. 
 Kin. Theextreme parts of time, extremely formes 
 
 All caufes to the purpofe of his {peed : 
 
 And often at his very loofe decides 
 
 That, which long proceffe could not arbitrate. 
 
 And thengh the mourning brow of progeny 
 
 Forbid the {miling curtefie of Love : 
 
 The holy furite which faine it would convince, 
 
 Yet fince lovesargument was firft on foorte, 
 
 Let not the cloud of forrow jufile it 
 
 From what it purpofed : finceto waile friends loft, 
 
 Is not by much fo wholfome profitable, 
 
 As to rejoyce at friends but newly found. 
 Prin, I underftand you not, my greefes are donble, 
 Bir.Honett plain words, beft pierce the eares of griefe 
 
 And by thefe badges underftand the King, 
 
 For your faire fakes have we neglected time, 
 
 Plaid foule play with our oathes : your beauty Ladies 
 
 Hath much deformed us, fafhioning our humors 
 
 Even to the oppofed end of our intents. 
 
 And what in us hath feem’d ridiculous: 
 
 As Love is full of unbefitting ftraines, 
 
 All wanton asa child, skipping and vaine. 
 
 Form’d by the eye, and therefore like the eye. 
 
 Eull of ftraying fhapes, of habits, and of formes 
 
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 Varying in fubjects as the eye doth rauile, 
 O every varied objedtin his glance : 
 Which party-coated prefence of loofe love 
 Put on by us, ifin your heavenly cyes, 
 Have milbecom’d our. oathes and gravities. 
 Thofe heavenly eyes that looke into thefe faults , 
 Suggeited us to make: therefore Ladies 
 Our love being yours, the error that Love makes 
 Is likewife yours. Weto our felves prove falfe, . 
 By bethg once falfe, for ever to be true 
 Tothofe that make us both, faire Ladyes you, 
 And even that falfhood in it felfea finne, 
 Thus purifies it felfe, and turnes to grace,’ 
 Prin. Wehave receiv’d your Letters, full of Love: 
 Your Favours, the Ambafladors of Love. 
 And in our maiden counfaile rated them, 
 Atcourtfhip, pleafant jeft, and curtefie, 
 As bumbaft and aslining to thetime : 
 But more devout then thefe are our refpecs 
 Have we notbeene, and therefore met your loves 
 In their owne fafhion, like a merriment. 
 Due Our letters Madam, fhew’d much more then jeft. 
 Leng. So did our lookes: : 
 Rofa, Wee didnot coate them fo, 
 King. Now at the lateft minute of the houre, 
 Grant us your loves, 
 __ Prin. Atime methinkes too thort, 
 To make a world-without-end bargaine in ; 
 No, nomy Lord, your Grace is perjur'd much, 
 Full of deare guiltineffe, and therefore this : 
 Iffor my Love (as there is no fuch canfe) 
 You will doe ought, this fhallyou doefor me, 
 Your oath I will not truft : but goe with {peed 
 To fome forlorne and naked Hermitage, 
 Remote from all the pleafures of the world : 
 There ftay, untill thetwelve Celeftiall Signes 
 Have brought about their annuall reckoning. 
 If this auftereinfociable life, 
 Change not your offer made in heate ofblood : 
 If frofts, and fafts, hard lodging, and thin weedes 
 Nip not the gaudy bloffomesof your Love, 
 But that it beare this triall, and laft lave : 
 Then at the expiration of the yeare, 
 Come challenge me, challenge me by thefe deferts, 
 And by this Virgin palme, now kiffing thine, 
 I will bethine : and till that inftant fhut 
 My woeful felfe up in a mourning houfe, 
 Raining the teares of lamentation, 
 For the remembrance of my Fathersdeath. 
 Ifthis thou doe deny, let eur hands part, 
 Neither intitled in the others heart. 
 King. If this,or more thenthis, I wonld deny; 
 To flatter up thefe powers of mine with reft, 
 The fodaine hand of death clofeup mine eye. - 
 Hence ever then, my heartisin thy breft. 
 Zir, And what to me my Love? and what tome P 
 Rof. You mutt be purged too, your finnes are rack d, 
 Youare attaint with fault and perjury < 
 Therefore if you my. favour meane to get, 
 A twelvemonth fhall-you {fpend, and never ref; 
 But feeke the weary beds of people ficke, 
 Dum. But what tome my love ? but what to me ? 
 Kaz. A wife ?a beard, faire health,and honefty; - 
 With three-fold love, I with you all thefethree. 
 Dum. O fhall I fay, Ithanke you gentle wife ? 
 Kat. Not fo my Lord,,a twelvemonth anda day, ‘ 
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 Tle marke no wordsthat fmoothfac’d wooers fay. 
 
 Come when the King doth to my Lady come : 
 
 Then if have much love, llegive youfome. 
 
 Dam. Tle ferve thee true and faithfully till then. 
 Kath. Yet (weare not,leaft ye beforfworne agen. 
 Long. What fayes Afaria? 
 
 «Mari. At the twelveemonths end ; “ 
 
 Ile change my blacke Gowne,fora faitbfull friend. 
 Lon, Tle tay with patience : but the time islong. 
 Mari. Theliker you,few taller are fo yong. 
 
 Bir. Studies my Lady ? Miftris,looke on me, 
 
 Behold the window of my heart mine eye ¢ 
 
 What humble faite attends thy anfwer there, 
 
 Impofe fome fervice on me for my Love. 
 
 Rofa. Oft have I heard of you my Lord Birone, 
 Before J faw you: and the worlds largetonguc 
 Proclaimes you for aman repleate with mockes, 
 
 Fuil of comparifons,and wounding floutes 
 
 Which you on all eftates will execute, 
 
 Thatlie withinthe mercy of your wit. 
 
 To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine, 
 
 And therewithallto win me,if you pleafe, 
 
 Without the which I am not to be won : 
 
 You fhalithis twelve-month terme from day to day, 
 
 Vifite the fpeechleffe ficke,and {till converfe 
 
 With groaning wretches : and your taske {hall des 
 
 Withall the fierce endevour of your wit, 
 
 Toenforce the pained impotent to {mile. 
 
 Bir. To move wilde laughter in thethroat of death? 
 It cannot be,it is impoffible. 
 
 Mirth cannot movea foule in agonie. Sah ae 
 Rofa. Why that’sthe way to choke a gibing fpirit, 
 
 Whofe influence is begot of that loofe grace, 
 
 Which fhallow laughing hearers give to fooles : 
 
 A jets profperitie,lies in the care 
 
 OF him that heares it,never in the tongue 
 
 Of him that makesit: then, it fickly eares, 
 
 Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare groanes, 
 
 Will heare your idle fcornes ; continue then, 
 
 And [ will have you,and that fault withall. 
 
 But if they will not,throw aw ay that {pirit, 
 
 And I fhall finde you empty of that fault, - 
 
 Right joyfull of your reformation. i, 
 
 Ber. A twelve-month? Well: befall what will befall 
 | Ue jefta twelve-month in an H ofpitall. 
 
 Prin. I {weetmy Lord,and fo I take my leave, 
 
 King. No Madam,we will bring you on your way. 
 
 Bir. Our wooing doth not end like an old Play : 
 
 Jacke hath not Gill : thefe Ladies courtefie 
 
 Might well have made our {port a Comedie. 
 
 King. Come fir,it wauts a twelve-month and a day, 
 And then’twillend. _ 
 
 Bir, That’stoolong fora Play. 
 
 Enter Braggart. 
 Brag. Sweet Majefty vouchfafe me. 
 Frin. Wasnotthat Heétor ? 
 Dam. The worthy Knight of Troy. 
 Brag. I willkiffe thy Reyall finger,and take leave. 
 
 Tama Vetary , I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to holdthe 
 
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 You that way ; we this way. 
 
 Loves Labour's loft. 
 
 h for her{weet love three yeeres- But molt eftee- | 
 coat redncficl you heare the Dialogue that the two} 
 Learned men have compiled, in praife of the Owle and) 
 the Cuckow ? It fhould have followed in the end efour | 
 thew. : iy a 
 "Kin Callthem forth quickly we will doe fos eet 
 Brag. HollayApproach- ieee 
 
 Enter all. 
 This fide is Hiews,Winter. ae 
 This Ver,the Spring : the one miaintained by theOwle, | 
 The other by the Cuckow. aie 
 Ver begin. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 when Dajies pied and Violets blew, 
 And Cuckow-bnds of yellow hem : 
 
 And Lady-fimocks ali filver white, 
 
 Doe paint the Adedowes with delight, 
 The Cuckow then on every Tree, 
 Maockes married men,for thus fings he, 
 Cuckow. 
 
 Cuckow (uckow : O word of feare, 
 Unpleafing to a married cares 
 
 When Shepheards pipe on Oaten frawes, ie 
 And merry Larkes are Ploughmens clockes $6 = 
 WhenTurtlestread,and Rookes and Dawes, fee 
 And Maidens bleach their fumsraer fmockes: 
 The Cuckow then on every tree 
 
 Mockes married man ; for thus fings be, 
 
 Cuckow. 
 
 Cackow Cuckow : O word of feare, 
 
 Vipleafing toa married care. 
 
 Winter. 
 When Ifickles bang by the wall, 
 end Dicke the Shepheard blowes bis naile 3 
 And Tom beares Log ges into the Hall, 
 
 And Mailke comes froxen bome in pale: 
 When blood i nipt and wayes be fowle, 
 Then nightly fings the ftaring Owle 
 Tx-whit to-who, 
 
 AA merry note, 
 
 While greafie lone doth keele the pot. 
 
 When all aloud the Wind doth blow, 
 And coffing drownes the Parfons Saw : 
 And Birds fit brooding in the Snow, 
 e4nd Marrians Nofe lookesred andraw: 
 When roasted Crabs hifee in the bowle, 
 Then nightly fings the flaring Owle, 
 Tn-whit towho : 
 
 et merry note, 
 
 While greafie lone doth keele the pot. 
 
 Brag. The words of Mercurie, 
 Are harfh after the fongs of Apollo ; 
 
 Exenunt omitse 
 
 FINIS, 
 
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 IDSOMME 
 
 Nights Dreame. 
 
 eA thus Primus. 
 
 Enter T hefeus, Hippolita,with others. 
 
 Thefews. 
 
 Ow faire Hippolita,our nuptiall houre 
 
 Draweson apace:foure happy daies bring in 
 Another Moon:but oh,me thinks,how flow 
 This old Moon wanes ? She lingers my de- 
 (fires 
 
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 Like to a Step-dame,or a Dowager, 
 
 Long withering outa yong mans revennew.- 
 ip. Foure daics will quickly fteep théfelves in nights, 
 
 Foure nights will quickly dreame away the time: 
 
 And then the Moone, like to a filver bow. 
 
 Now bent in heaven, hall behold the night 
 
 Of our folemnities. 
 The. Go Philofvate, 
 
 Stirre up the Athenian youth to merriments, 
 
 Awake the pert and nitnble {pirit of mirth, 
 
 Turne melancholy forth to Funerals: 
 
 The pale companion is not for our pompe- 
 
 Hippolita,I wood thee with my {word, 
 
 And wonne thy love,doing thee injuries: 
 
 But ! will wed theein another key, 
 
 With pompe,with triumph, and with revelling. 
 
 Enter Egens and his daughter Hermia,L y(ander, 
 and Demetrius. 
 Ege. Happy be Thefens,our renowned Duke- 
 The. Thanks good €geus : what’s the news with thee? 
 Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint... 
 Againft my childe,my. daughter Hermia. 
 Stand forth Demetrius. 
 My Noble Lord, 
 This man hath my confent to marry her. 
 Stana forth Lyfander. 
 And my gracious Duke, 
 This hath bewitch’d the bofome of my-childe: 
 Thou,thou Zy/ander,thou haft given her rimes, 
 ‘And interchang’d love-tokens with my childe: 
 Thou haft by Moone-light at her window fung,.. 
 With faining voice, veifes of faining love, 
 And ftolne the impreifion of her fantafie, 
 With bracelets of thy haire, rings,¢awdes, conceits, 
 Knackes,trifles, Nofe-guies,fweet meats(meflengers 
 Of ftrong prevailment in vnhardned youth) . 
 
 ‘| Butearthliet happy is the Role diftild,. 
 | Then that which withering on the virgin thorne, 
 ‘Growes,lives, and dies, in Lingle blefledneffe. 
 
 With cunning haft thou filch’d my daughters heart, 
 Turn’d her obedience (which is dueto me) 
 To ftuborne harfhnefle. And my gracious Duke, 
 Be it {o fhe will not heere before your Grace, 
 Confent to marty with Demetrsws, 
 I beg the ancient priviledge of Athens, 
 As fhe is mine,I'may difpofe of her; 
 Which thall be either to this Gentleman, 
 Or to her death, according to our Law, 
 Immediately provided in that cafe. 
 The. W hat fay you Hermiarbe advis’d faire Maide 
 To you your Father fhould be as a God; 
 One that compos’d your beauties; yea and oné 
 To whom you are but as a forme in waxe 
 By him imprinted: and within his power, - 
 Toleave the figure,or disfigure it: 
 Demetrius is 2 worthy Gentleman. 
 Her. So is Lyfander. 
 The. In himfelfe he is. 
 But in this kinde, wanting your fathers voice 
 The other muft be held the worthier. 
 Her. 1 would my father look’d but with my eyes. 
 The. Rather your cies muft with his judgment looke. 
 Her.1 do entreat your Grace to pardon me, 
 I know not by what power I am made bold, 
 Nox how it may concerne my modeftie 
 In fuch a prefence heere to pleade.my thoughts: 
 But I befeech your Grace, that I may know 
 The worft that may befall me in this.cafe, 
 If I refufe to wed Demetrius. 
 The. Either to dit the death,or to abjure 
 For ever the fociety of men. 
 Therefore faire Hermia queition your defires, 
 Know of your youth, examine well your blood, - 
 Whether(if you yeeld not to your fathers choice) 
 You canendure the,livery of a Nuane, 
 For aye to be in fhady Cioifter mew'd, 
 To livea barren filter all your life, be. 
 Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlefle Moone, 
 Thrice bleffed they that maifter fo their blood, 
 To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage, 
 
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 ape | Ear. | 
 
AM idfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 Her. So will I grow, fo live,fodie my Lord, 
 Ere I will yeeid my virgin Patent up 
 Vato his Lordfhip, to whofe unwilhed yoake, 
 My foule confents not to give foveraignty« 
 The. Take time to paufe,and by the next new Moon 
 The fealing day betwixt my love and me, 
 For everlafting bond of fellowship: 
 Vpon that day either prepare to die, 
 For difobedience to you fathers will, 
 Or elfe to wed Demetrins as hee would, 
 Or on Dianaes Altar to proteft 
 Fer aic,aufterity, and fingle life. 
 Dem. Relent {weet Hermia, and Lyfander,yeclde 
 Thy crazed title to my certaine right. 
 Lyf. You have her fathers love, Demetrins: 
 Let me have Hermiaes:do you marry him. 
 Egeus. Scornfull Lyfandertrue,he hath my Loves 
 And what is mine, my love fhail render him. 
 And fhe is mine, and all my right of her, 
 Idoeftate vnto Demetrius. 
 _ Lyf. Lammy Lord ,as well deriv’d as he, 
 As well poffelizmy love is more then his: 
 My fortunes every way as fairely ranck’d 
 (if not with vantage)as Demetrius : 
 And(which is more then all thefe boafts can be) 
 iam belov’d of beauteous Hermie . 
 Why fhouldnot I then profecuite my right? 
 Demetris , tle auouch it to lis head, 
 Made love to N edars daughter, Helena, 
 And won her foule:and fhe (fweet Lady )dotes, 
 Devoutiy dotes, dotes in Idolatry, 
 Vpon this {potted and inconftant man. 
 ~ The. Imult confeffe, that | have heard fo much, 
 ‘And with Demerrinsthought to have {poke chereof: 
 But being over-full of felte-affaires, 
 My minde did lofe it. But Demetrius come, 
 And come &ge#s,you fhall go with me, 
 I have fome private {chooling for you both. 
 For you faire Herma,looke you arme your {elfe, 
 To fit your fancies to your Fathers will; 
 Or elfe the Law of Athens yeelds you vp 
 (Which by no meanes we may extenuate) 
 To death,or to a vow of fingle life. 
 Come my Hippoita, what cheare my love? 
 Demetrius and Egeus go along: 
 I maft imploy you in fome bufineffe 
 Againft out nuptialls,and conferre with you 
 Of fomething neerely that concernes your felves. 
 Ege. With dutie and defire we follow you. — Exeunt. 
 Manet Lyfander and Hermia. ea 
 Lyf. How now my love? Why is your cheek fo pale? 
 How chance the Rofes there do fade fo faft? 
 Her, Belike for want of raine, which I could well 
 Beteeme them, from thetempelt ofmineeyes. | 
 Lyf. Hermia for ought that ever I could reade, 
 Could ever heare by taleor hiftory, | . 
 The courie Of trtie love never did run {mooth, 
 But either it was differeht'in blood... 
 Her. O crofleltoo high to beenthral'dtolove. | ~ 
 Lyf. Orelfe mifgraffed, in refpet of yeares, — 
 Her. O {pight!too old tobe ingag’d to yong. 
 Lyf. Or eife it {tood upon the choife of merit. 
 Her. Ohell 1 to choote love by anothers eye. 
 Lyf: Or if there were'a fimpathie in choife, 
 “Warre,death,or fickneffe, did lay fiege ro it; . 
 Making it momentaric,asa found: 
 
 Swiftas a fhadow,fhort as any dreame, 
 Briefe as the lightning in the collied night, 
 That(in a {pleene vnfolds both heaven and earths 
 And ere aman hath power to fay, heheld, 
 The jawes of darkneffe do devoure it up? 
 So quicke bright things come to confufion, 
 Her.-If then true Lovers have beene ever croft, 
 It ftandsas an edict in deftiny: 
 Then let us'teach our triall pacience, 
 Becaute it is a cuftomary crofle, 
 As ducto love, as thoughts,and dreames,and fighes, 
 Withes and teares;poore Fancies followers. 3 
 Ly(. A good periwafion;therefore heare me Herma, 1 
 Ihave a Widdow Aunt,a dowager, on 
 Of great revennewsand fhe hath no childe, 
 From Athensiis her houfe remov’d feven leagues, 
 And the refpeéts me, as her onely fonne: 
 There gentle Hermsa,may I marry thee, 
 And to that place, the fharpe Athenian Law 
 Cannot purfue us. If thou lov ft me,then 
 Steale forth thy fathers houfe to morrow nights 
 And in the wood,a league without the towne, 
 (Where did meete thee once with Helena, 
 To do obfervance for a morne of May) 
 There will I ftay for thee. 
 Her. My good Lyander, 
 I fweare tothee,by Cupids ftrongelt bow, 
 By his beft arrow with the golden head, * 
 By the fimplicity of Venus Doves, aii | 
 By that which knitteth foules,and profpers love, sacs 
 And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage Queene, 
 When the falfe Troyan vnder faile was feene, ie 
 By all the vowes that ever men have broke, 
 (in number more then ever women fpoke) 
 In that fame place thou haft appointed me, oo 
 To morrow truly will I meete with thee. ae . 
 Lyf. Keepe promife love:iooke here comes Helena. | 
 
 Enter Helena. 
 
 Her, God {peede faire Helena , whither away? 
 
 Hel. Cal you me faire Pthat faire againeunfay, — 
 Demetrius loves yoa faire : O happy faire! 4 
 Your eyes are loadftarres,and your tonguesfweetayre } 
 Moretuncable then Larke to fhepheards eare, wd 
 When wheate is greene, when hauthorne buds appeate, | 
 Sicknefle is catching : O were favour fo, 
 Your words Ide catch, faire Hermia ere I go, 
 
 My care fhould catch your voice, my eye,your eye, 
 My tongue fhould catch your tongues fweet melodie, 
 Were the world mine, Demetrixs being bated, 
 The reft Ie give to be to you tranflated. 
 O teach'me how you looke, and with what art 
 You {way the motion of Demerrsus hart. 
 Her. 1 frowne upon him,yet he loves me fill. 
 Hel. O that your frownes would teach my fimiles 
 fuch skil. fe 
 Her, | give him curfes, yet hegivesme lovee 
 He!. © that my prayerscould {uch affection moove | 
 Her. The moreT hate the more he followes me: 
 Hel. The more 116ve, the more he hateth me. 
 Her. His folly Helena is none of mine. oe 
 Hel.None but your beauty,wold that fault were mine F 
 Her. Takecomfortshe no more fhall- fee my face, _ 
 Ly/ander and my felfe will fiethis place. “ 
 Before the time Tid Lyfander fcc, 
 Seem’d Athens likeaParadifeto mec: 
 
eA —“Midlommer nights Dreame. 
 
 O then,what graces inmy Love do dwell, 
 That he hath turn’d a heaven into helle 
 
 Lyf. fielew, to you our mindes we will vnfeld, 
 To morrow night,when Phebe doth behold 
 
 Her filver vilage,in the watry glaffe, ... 
 
 Decking with liquid pearle,the bladed graffe 
 (Atime that Lovers fights doth ftill conceale) 
 fhrough Athens gates; have we devis’d to f{teale: 
 Her. And in the wood, where. often you and I; 
 Vpon faint Primrote beds,were wont to lye; 
 Emptying our bofomes, of their counfell iweld? 
 There my Ly/ander,and my {elfe fhall meete; 
 And thence trom Athens turne away our eyes 
 To feeke new friends and ftrange companions; 
 Farewell {weet play-tellow,pray thon tor us; 
 And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius. 
 Keepe word Ly/ander we mutt flarve our fight, 
 From lovers foode,till morrow deepe midnight« 
 
 Exit Hermia. 
 Lyf-1 will my Hermia. Helenaadicu, 
 
 As you on him, Demerrias dotesonyou. Exit Ly[ander. 
 Hel, How happy fome, ore otherfome can be? 
 
 Through Azbess 1am thought as faire as fhe. 
 
 But what of that ? Demsztrins thinkes not fo: 
 
 He will not know,whatall,but he doth know, 
 
 Andas hee erres, doting on Hermtias eyes; 
 
 So 1, admiring of his qualities: ; 
 
 Things bafe and vilde, holding no quantity, 
 
 Love can tranipote to forme and dignity, 
 
 Lovelookes not with the eyes, but with the minde; 
 
 And therefore is wing’d Cxpid painted blinde. 
 
 Nor hath loves minde of any jadgementtafte: 
 
 Wings and no eyes,figure,vnheedy halite. 
 
 And therefore is Love faid to bea childe, 
 
 Becaufe in choife he often is beguil’d, 
 
 As waggith boyes in game themfelves forfweare; 
 
 So the boy Love is perjur’d every where. 
 
 Kor cre Demetrius ooxt on Hermias eyne, 
 
 He hail’d downe oathes that he was only mine. 
 
 And when this Haile fome heat from Hermia felt; 
 
 So he diffolv’d,and fhowres of oathes did melt: 
 
 I will go tell him of faire Hermias flight: 
 
 Then to the wood will he,to morrow night, 
 
 Paurfue her; and for his intelligence, 
 
 If I have thankes,it is a deere expence: 
 
 But heerein meane I toenrich my paine, 
 
 To have his fight thither, and backe againe. Exit. 
 
 Enter Onince the Carpenter , Snug the Ioyne? , Bottome the 
 Weaver, Flute the bellowes-mender , Snout the Tinker , and 
 Starveling the Taylor Sy 
 
 Qu. Is allour company heere? 
 
 + Bot. You were belt to callthem generally , man by 
 man, according to the ferip. 
 
 £4. Here is the {crowle of every mans namie, which 
 is thought fit through all Athens , ‘toplay in our Enter- 
 lude before the Duke and the Dutchess on his wedding 
 day at night. 
 
 Bot. Firkt, good Peter Quince,fay what the play treats 
 on:then reade the names of the Actors : and {o grow on 
 to a point. 
 
 Qu. Marry our play is the moft lamentable Comedy, 
 arid moft cruell death of Pyramms and Thisbie. 
 
 Bet, & very good peece of worke I aflure you,and a 
 
 imerry. Now good Peter Quince ; call forth your Actors ff 
 
 ‘| Pyramus my lover deare’, thy Tbisbie deare; and Lady 
 
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 by the ferowle. Maifters:{pread-your felyes. 
 Luince. Anfwere.agLcall yous Nick Bottome the } 
 Weavers. .- oA 
 Hearse Ready ; name what part I am for , and pro- 
 ceed. host 
 Quince. You NickeBottome are fet downe for Pyra- 
 rans 
 Bot, W hat is Pyramus, a lover, ora tyrant? 
 Quince. A Lover that kils himfelfe moft gallantly fot 
 ove! ; x 
 _ Bet. That will aske fome teares in the true perfor 
 ming of it: if I do.it,iet the audience looke to their eies 
 Iwill moove ftormes;:L will condolein fome meafure. 
 To thexreft yetjmy-chiefe humour is for a tyrant.1 could 
 play Lrcées rarely, of apart to teare a Cat insto makeall 
 iplit theraging, Rocks;and fhivering fhocks fhall-breake 
 the locks of prifon gates., and £hidbus catre fhali thine 
 from favre, and make and marre the foolith Fates. This 
 was-lofty. Now name the reft.of the Players, This 
 ie Erolesveine ,.a tyrants: veine : alover.ismore condo= 
 ing. 
 Quin. Francis Flute the bellowes-menders 
 Fi, Heere Peter Quirice, 
 Qs. You mutt take Thishie on you, 
 _ Fla. What is Téisbie,awandring Knight? 
 Qu. It is the Lady that Pyratws mutt love. 
 Fla. Nay faith , let not mee play a woman, I havea 
 beard comming. 
 Qz. That's all one,you fhall play itin a Maske,and you 
 may {peake as fmall as you will. 
 Bot. And I may hide my face,let me play Thisbie too: 
 Ile {peake in a monftrous little voyce , ThifneT bifue, ah 
 
 deare.} 
 
 Quin. NO ho,you mult play Pyramusjand Flute, you 
 Thisby. 
 
 Bor, Well, proceed. 
 
 Qu. Robin Starveling the Taylor. 
 
 Star. Hecre Peter Quince. i 
 
 Quince. Robin Starveling you mult play Thisbies mio- 
 ther? 
 
 Tom Snowt, the tirikker: 
 
 Snowt. Heere Pecer Quince. 
 
 Qu. You Pyramus father ; my felfe; Thishies father; 
 Snugge the loyner, you the Lyons part ; and I hope there 
 is aplay fitted. . 
 
 Suug. Have youthe Lyoris part written? pray you if 
 it be, give it me, for I am flow of ftudie. 
 
 Qu. You may do it extempore , for it is nothing but 
 roaring: : 
 
 Bot. Let mee play the Lyon too, I willroare chat I 
 will doe arty mans heart good to heare me. I will roare, 
 that I will make the Duke fay , Let him roareagaine ; let 
 him roare againe. 
 
 Qs. if you fhould doe it too terribly ; you would 
 fright the Dutcheffe and the Ladies; that they would 
 fhrike, and that were eriough to hang ns all. 
 
 All. That would hang us evety chothers {dnne: 
 
 Bortome. 1 graunt you friends, if thatyou fhould 
 fright the Ladies out of their Wittes, they would 
 have no more diferetiori but to hang us : but I willag- 
 gravatemy voyce fo, thiat I will roare you as gently 
 as any futking Dove ; I will roare and ‘twere any-Night- 
 ingale. 
 ‘aieen You can play no part but Pitamns for Pirae 
 
 N 2 mus { 
 
Se a ememermmenrmeia miceTe 
 
 A eMidfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 wus is-afweet-fac’d many aproper manas one fhall fee in 
 a fummers day ;amoft lovely Gentleman-like man,ther- 
 
 e you muitneeds play Peranns- ; 
 oe Well,I will ondertakceit.W hat beard were I beft 
 1 to play itin “1 : = 
 
 unin. Why, what you will. 
 
 Bet. 1 will aifcharge it, ineither your ftraw-colour 
 beard, your orange tawnie beard , your pure in oe 
 beard , or your French-crownecolour d beard,your p 
 et omg of yourFrench-Crownes have no haire 
 at all,and then you will play bare-fac’d. But — s a 
 are your patts, and I'am to intreat you, reque or an 
 defire you, to con them by tomorrow night:an agit 
 mein thepalace wood , a mile without the Towne, by 
 Mooneslight , there we will rehearfe : forif we — in 
 the Citie, we fhalbe dog’d with company, and our deul- 
 fes knowne. In themeane time , will draw a bil of pro- 
 perties, fuch as our play wants: I pray you faile menot. 
 
 Bor: We willmeete, and there we may rehearfe more 
 ob{cencly and couragionfly. Take paine, be perfect , a- 
 dieu: 
 
 Quin. Arthe Dukes oake we meete- 
 
 Bot. Enough, hold or cut bow-ftrings- Exeunt. 
 
 Be 8 2 eee er ranra 
 
 oA tus Secundus. 
 
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 Enter a Fairie at one doore,and Robin good 
 BN fellow at another. 
 
 Rob, How now {pirit, whither wander you? 3 
 
 Fai. Over hilljover dale; through buth,through briar, 
 Over parke,over pale, through flood, through fire, 
 I do wander every where,f{wifter then} Moons {phere; 
 And I ferve the Fairy Queene , to dew her orbs upon the 
 The Cowlflips tall,her penfioners be, (green. 
 In their gold coats.{pots you ice; 
 Thofe be Rubies, Fairie favors, 
 In thofe freckles, live their favors, 
 T mutt go fecke fome dew dreps heere; 
 And hang a pearle in every cowflipseare- 
 1 Farewell thon Lob of fpirits,Ie be gon, 
 Our Queene and all her Elues come heere anon. 
 
 Rob. The King doth keepe his Revels here to night, 
 Take heed the Queene come not within his fight, 
 For Oberox is pa{sing fell and wrath, 
 1 Becanfe that fhe, as her attendant, hath 
 A lovely boy ftolue from an Indian King, 
 She never had {o {weet 4 changeling, 
 And jealous Oberon would havethe childe 
 Knight of his traine, to trace the Forrefts wilde. 
 | But fhe(perforce)with-holds the loved boy, 
 | Crownes him with flowers,and makes him ail her joy. 
 
 And now they never mecte ingrove,or greene, 
 By fountaine cleere,or {pangled ftar-light fheene, 
 But they do {quare, that all their Elues for feare 
 Creepeinto Acorne cupsand hide them there. 
 
 Fas. Either I miftake your fhape and making quite, 
 Or elfe you are that fhrew’d and knavith {pirit 
 Cal’d Robin Good-fellow. Are you not hee, 
 That frights the maidens of the Villagree, 
 Skim milke,and fometimes labour in the querne, 
 Andbootleffe make the breathlefle hufwife cherne, 
 And fometime make the drinke to beare no barme, 
 
 Mifleade night-wandererslaughing at their harme; 
 
 Thofe that Hobgoblin call you , and fweet Packe. 
 
 You do their worke,and they fhall have good lucké 
 
 Are not you he? 1c 
 Rob. Thou peak’ t aright ; 
 
 | 1 am that mertie wanderer of the night: 
 
 L jeft to Oberon,and make himfimile, — 
 When La fat and beane-fed horfe beguile, 
 Neighing in likenefle of a filly foale, 
 And fometime lurkeJ in a Golfips bole, 
 In very likeneffe of a roafted crabs” 
 ‘And when fhe drinkes, againft her lips T bob, 
 ‘And on her withered dewlop poure the Ale. 
 The wifeft Aunt telling the faddeft tale, 
 Sometinie for three-foot ftoole,miftaketh me, 
 Then flip I from her bum; downe topples fhe, ©. 
 And railour cries,and fals intoa coffe. 
 And then the whele quire hold their hips,and loffe, 
 ‘And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and {weare, 
 ‘A merrier houre was never waited there. 
 But reome Fairy,heere comes Oberon. 
 
 Fai. And heere my Miftris: 
 
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 ‘| Would that we were gonce 
 
 Enter the King of Fasries at one doore with bis traine, 
 and the Queene at another with bers. 
 
 ob. Ill met by Moone-lighr, 
 Proud Tytania. 
 Qu. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy skip hence. 
 I have for{worne his bed and company. 
 Ob, Tarrierafh Wanton,am not | thy Lord? 
 Qu. Then I mutt be thy Lady:but I know 
 When thou waft ftolue away fom Fairy Land, 
 And in the fhape of Corsu,fate all day, 
 Playing on pipes of Corne,and verfing love 
 To amourous Philida. Why art thon heere 
 Come from the fartheft fteepe of /ndia? - 
 But that forfooth the bouncing e#mazon ‘ig 
 Your buskin’d Miftreffe,and your Warrior love, 
 To The/ens mult be Wedded, and you come, 
 Togive their bed joy and profperity. as 
 ob. How canft thou thus for fhame Tytasiag 
 Glance at my credite,with Hippelita? — 
 Knowing I know thy love to Thefens? 
 Didét thou notleade him through the glimmering) 
 From Peregenis,whom he ravifhed? 
 And make him with faire Eagles breake his faith 
 With Ariadne,and emtiopa? og 
 Qu: Thefe are the forgeries of jealonfie, 
 And never fince the middle Summers {pring 
 Met we on hill,in dale,forreft,or mead, 
 By paved fountaine,or by rufhie brooke, 
 Or inthe beached margent of the fea, 
 To dance our ringlets to the whiftling Winde, 
 But with thy braules thou haft difturb’d our {port 
 Therefore the Windes, piping to vsinvaine, 
 
 | As inrevenge, havefuck’d up from the fea 
 
 Contagious fogges:iW hich falling in the Land, 
 
 Hath every petty River made fo proud, 
 
 That they have over-borne their Continents. 
 
 The Oxe hath therefore ftretch'd his yoake in vain 
 The Ploughman loft his {weat,and the greene Corie 
 Hath rotted, ere his youth attain’d a beard: 
 
 The fold {tands empty in the drowned field, — 
 And Crowes are fatted with the murtion flocke, ~ 
 
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 The nine mens Morris is fild up with mud, 
 And the queint Mazes inthe wanton greene, + 
 For lacke of tread are undiftiiguifhable. 
 The humane mortals want their wint hecre, 
 No night is now with hymite or caroff bleft; 
 Therefore the Moone(the governefle of floods) 
 Pale in her anger, wathes all the aire; 
 That Rheumaticke difeafes do abound. 
 And thorough this ditemperature,we fee 
 The feafons alter ; hoared=headed frofts 
 Fall in the freth lap of the crimfon Rofe, 
 And on old Hyems chinné and Icie crowne, 
 An odorous Chaplet of {weet Sommer buds 
 Isasin mockry fet. The-{pring, the Sommer, 
 The childing Autumne,angry: Winter change 
 Their wonted Liveries, and the mazed world, 
 By their increafe;now knowes not-which is which; 
 And this fame progeny of evills comes 
 From our debate, from ont diffention, 
 We are their parents and originall. 
 0b. Do you amend it théh, it lies in you, 
 Why thould Titans crofle her Oberon? 
 I do but beg 2 little changeling boy, 
 To be my Henchman. 
 Qs.Set your heart at reft, 
 The Fairy land buyesnot the child of me. 
 His mother was a Vottefte of my Order, 
 And in the {piced Indian aire, by night 
 Full often hath the goffipt by my fide, 
 And fat with me on Neptunes yellow fands, 
 Marking th’embarked traders on the flood, 
 When we have laught tofee the {ailes conc eive, 
 And grow big bellied with the wanton winde: 
 Which fhé with pretty and with {wimming gate; 
 Following ( her wombe then rich with’ my yong {quire) 
 Would imitate,and {aile upon the Land,’ 
 To fetch metrifles,and returne againe, | 
 As from a voyage,rich with merchandize. 
 But the being mortall of that boy did dye, 
 And for her fake I do reare up her boy, 
 And for her fake I will not part with him. . 
 0b. How long within this wood intend you flay? 
 24. Perchance till after The/eus wedding day. 
 If you will patiently dance in out Round, 
 And fee our Moone-light revels, go with us; 
 If not,fhun meand I will {pare your haunts:. 
 06. Give methat boy,and1 will go with thee. 
 Qu. Not for thy Fairy Kingdome.Fairies away: 
 We fhall chide downe right,if Honger flay; Exennt. 
 06.Well,go thy way:thou halt not from this grove, 
 Till I tormentthee for this injury. 
 
 ’ My gentle Pucke come hither ; thou remembreft 
 
 Since i fat upona promontory, 
 
 And heard a Meare-maide on a'Dolphins backe, 
 
 Vttering {uch dulcet and harmonious breath, 
 
 That the rude fea grew civill at her fong, 
 And-certaine ftarres fhot madly from their Spheares, 
 To heare the Sea-maids muficke. 
 
 Px. 1 remember. 
 06. That very time I fay(butthou could no?) 
 
 Flying betweene the cold Moone and the eaith, 
 
 ts, Cupid allarm’d;a certaine aime he tooke 
 sti” Ata faire Veltall,throned by the Welt, | 
 wt And loos’d his love-thaft {martly from his bow, 
 
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 4, As it thould piercea hundred thoufand hearts, 
 i, But I might {ee youg Cxpids fiery fhaft 
 
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 | Quenchtin the chaftebeames of the watry Moone; 
 And the imperiali Votrefte paffed on, 
 
 | Inmaiden meditation, fancy-free. 
 
 Yet marke I where the bolt of Cupid fell. 
 
 It fell upona little wefterne flower: 
 
 Beforemilke-white : now purple with loves wound; 
 
 And maidens all it , Love in idleneffe. 
 
 Fetch me that flower;the hearb I fhew’d thee once, 
 
 The jnyce of iton fleeping eye-lids laid, 
 
 Will make or man or woman madly dote 
 
 Vpon the next live creature that it fees, 
 
 Fetch methis hearbe, and be thou heere againe, 
 
 Ere the Leviathan can {wim a leagnes 
 Px, He put a girdle about the earth , in forty minutes, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Ob. Having once this juyce, 
 
 Tle watch Titenia,when the is afleepe, 
 
 And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: 
 
 The next thing when the waking lookesupon, 
 
 (Be it on Lyon,Beare,or Wolfe, or Bull, 
 
 On medling Monkey,or on bufie Ape) 
 
 Shee fhall purfue it, with the foule of loves 
 
 And ere I take this charme off from het ( ght, 
 
 (As I catitake it with another hearbe) 
 
 ie make her render up her Pageto me. 
 
 But who comes heere?I am invifible, 
 
 And I will over-heare their conference. 
 
 SL Se a ne mean 
 
 Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. 
 
 Dem. I love thee not, therefore purfue menor, 
 Where is Ly/anderjand taire Herwsja? 
 The one Ile ftay, the other ftayeth me. 
 Thou toldit me they. were:ftolne inito this wood; 
 And heere am Land wood within this wood, 
 Becaufe I cannot meet my Hermia. 
 Hence get thee gone,and follow me no more. 
 Het. You draw me, you hard-hearted Adamant, 
 But yet you draw not Iron, for my heart 
 Is true as fteele.Leave you your power to draw, 
 And I fhall have no power to follow you. 
 Dem. Dol entice yourdol {peake you faire? 
 Or rather doT not in plaineft truth, 
 Tell you I donot, nor I cannot love you? 
 Hel. And even for that dol love thee the more; 
 Tam your {paniell, and Demetrius, 
 The more you beat ine, I will fawne orfyou. 
 Vic me butas your {paniell;{fpurne ine, {trike me, 
 Neglect me,lofe me;onely give me leane 
 (Vnworthy as I am )to follow you. 
 What worfer place can‘ean I beg in your love, 
 (And yet a place of high re{pect with me) 
 Then to be vfed as you do your dogge? 
 ‘Dem. Tempt not toomuch thé hatred of my {pirit, 
 For I'am ficke when I do looke on thee. 
 fel. And Fam ficke when I looke not on you. 
 Dems. You doe impeach your médefty too much, 
 To leave the Citty,and commit your felfe 
 Into the hands of one that loves you not, 
 To truft the opportunity'of ni ght, 
 And the ill counfell of a defert place, 
 With the rich worth of your virginitys 
 Fel. Your vertue is my tiviledge : for that 
 It is not night when I doe fee your face. 
 Therefore I thinke.J am not in thenighr, 
 Nor doth this wood lacke worlds of company,” 
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 For youin my refpect are all the world. + 
 Then how can it be faid I am alone, 
 When all the world is heere to looke on me? 
 
 Dem. le can from thee,and hide meinthe brakes, 
 And leave thee to the mercy of wilde beafts. 
 
 Hel. The wiidelt hath not fucha heartias yous 
 Runne when you will,the ftory fhall be chang’ d: 
 Apollo flies,and Dapbze holds the chafe; 
 
 The Dove purfues the Griftin,the milde Hinde 
 Makes {peed to catch the Tyger: Bootleffe {peede, 
 When cowardife puriues,and valour files. 
 
 Dem. 1 will not fay thy queftions, let me go; 
 Or if thou follow me, do not beleeve, 
 
 But 1 fhall do thee mifchiefe in the wood. 
 
 Hel. I,inthe Temple, in the Towne,and Field 
 You do me mifchicfe. Fy¢ Demetrins, 
 
 Your wrongs do fet a {candall on my fexe: 
 We cannot fight for love, as men may do; 
 
 We fhould be woo'd, and were not made to wooe- 
 
 I follow thee,and makea heaven of hell, 
 
 To die upon the hand J love fo well. Exit. 
 ob. Fare thee well Nymph,erehe do leave this grove, 
 
 Thou halt Ay him, and he fhall feecke thy love- 
 
 Haft thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. 
 
 Enter Puckes 
 
 Px. I, there it is- 
 
 O6..1 pray theegive it me. 
 I know.abanke where the wildetime blowes, 
 Where Oxflips and the nodding Violet growes, 
 Quite over-cannoped with lufcious woodbine, 
 
 With {weet muske rofes,and with Eglantine, 
 
 There fleepes Tysania, fometime of the night, 
 
 Lu?’d inthefe fowers,with dances and delight: 
 
 And there the {nake throwes her enammel’d skinne, 
 Weed wide enough to wrap a Fairy in. 
 
 And with the jayce of this Lle ftreake her eyes, 
 
 ‘And make her fuil of hatefull fantafies. 
 
 Take thou fome of it, and feeke through this grove; 
 A (weet «thenias Lady is inlove 
 
 Witha difdainefull youth : annoint his eyes, 
 
 Butdo it when the next thing he efpies, 
 
 May be the Ladys Thou fhale know the man, 
 By the e-4thenian garments he hath on. 
 Effect it with fome care,that he may prove 
 
 More fond on herythen fhe upon her love; 
 
 ‘And looke thou mect me ere the firft Cocke crow. 
 
 Pu. Feare not my Lord,your fervant fhall do fo. Exit. 
 Exter Queene of Fairies with ber traine. 
 
 a. Come,now a Roundell, anda Fairy fong: 
 Then for the third part of a minute hence, . 
 Some to kill Cankers inthe muske rofe buds, 
 
 Some warre with Reremife,for their leathern wings, 
 To make my {mall Elves coates,and fome keepe backe 
 The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wonders 
 At our queint {pirits:Sing me now afleepe, 
 
 Then to your ofices,and let me reft. 
 
 Fairies Sing. 
 
 You [potted Snakes with double tongue, 
 Thorny Hedgehogges be not (eene, 
 Newts and blinde wormes dono wrong, 
 Come not neere our Fairy QO neene. 
 Philomele with melodie, 2 
 
 A Midslommer nights Dreame. 
 
 Sing ta your fect Lullaby, f 
 Lula,|sela,jullaby,dulia,julla jullaby : 
 Never barme,nor [pell,n0r charme, 
 Come our lovely Lady nye, 
 So good might with Lullaby 
 2. Fairy. Weaving 5 piers come not beers; 
 Hence you long leg'd Spinners pence s 
 Beetles blacke approach mat neeres 
 wWorme nor Snayle dono offence» 
 Philomele with melody,Oe+ 
 1. Fairy. Hence away pow all is well: 
 One alooft,ftand ((entinell, 
 
 Emer Oberon. 
 
 ob. What thou feeft whenthou 
 Do it for thy true Love take? 
 Love and languifh for his fake. 
 Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare, 
 Pard,or Boare with briftled haire, 
 In thy eye that fhall appeare, 
 When thou wak’ft, it is thy deare, 
 Wake when fome vile thing is neere» 
 
 doft wake, 
 
 Enter Lyfander and Hersnia: 
 
 Li/:Faire love,you faint with wandring in the wooods 
 
 And to fpeake troth,l have forgot our ways 
 Wee'll reft us Herma, if youthinke it good, - 
 And tarry for the comfort of the day. 
 
 Her. Be it fo Lyfander:finde you outa bed, 
 For I upon this banke will reft my head.” 
 
 Ly: One turfe fhall ferve as pillow for usboth; AWED 
 and one troths © | 
 
 One heart,one bed,two bofomes; 
 Her. Nay good Ly/ander, for my 
 Lie further off yet,do not lie fo neere- 
 Lyf. O take the fence 
 Love takes the meaning, in loves conference; 
 I meanc that my heart unto yours is knit, 
 So that but one heart can you make of it. 
 Two bofomes interchanged with an oath, 
 So then two bofomes, and a fingle troth. 
 Then by your fide,no bed-roome me deny, 
 For lyingfo, Hermia, I do not lye. 
 Her. Lyfander riddles very prettily: 
 
 | Now muchbefhrew my manners, and my pride, 
 
 If Hermia meant to fay, Lyfander lied. 
 
 But gentle friend, for loveand courtefie 
 
 Lie further off, in humane modefty, 
 
 Such feparation,as may well be faid, 
 
 Becomes a vertuous batchelonr, anda maide, 
 
 So farre be diftant,and good rtight {weer frien 
 
 Thy love ne’re alter,till thy {weet life end- 
 Lyf. Amen,amen,to that faire prayer, fay 1, 
 
 And then end life, when Tend loyalty : 
 
 | Heereis my bed,fleepe give thee all his reft/ 
 
 Her. With halfethat with,the withers eyes be prefs i 
 
 Enter Pxc ke, 
 Pu. Through the Forreft have I gone, 
 But Athenia» finde I none, 
 On whofe eyes I might approve 
 This flowers force in ftirringloves 
 Nightand filence : who is heere? 
 Weedes of «4thens he doth weare: 
 This is he(my maifter {aid) 
 Defpifed the e-sthenian maide: 
 And heere the maiden fleeping found, 
 
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 On the danke and darty ground. 
 Pretty foule,fhe durft not lye 
 
 Neere this lacke-love,this kill-curtefie: 
 Churle, upon thy eyes I throw 
 
 All the power this charme doth owe: 
 Whenthou wak ft, let love forbid 
 Sleepe his feate on thy eye-lid. 
 
 So awake whea I am gone: 
 
 For Imutt now to Oberon, Exit. 
 Exter Demetrins and Helenarunning © 
 
 Hel. Say, though thou kill me, fweete Demetrins. 
 De. I charge thee hence,and do hot haunt me thus. 
 Het O-wilc thou darkling leave me?do not fo. 
 Dew Stay on'thy perill,1 alone will go. 
 
 Exit Demetrins. 
 Hel. O Lam out of breath,in this fond chace, 
 The more my prayer,the leffer is my grace, 
 
 For the hath blefled and attractive eyes. 
 
 How came her eyes fo bright? Not with falt teares. 
 
 If fo,my eyes are-oftner wafht then hers. 
 
 No,no,lam as ugly asa Beare: 
 
 For beaits that meete me, runne away fox feare, 
 
 Therefore no mavaile, though Demetrius 
 
 Do as a montter, fly my prefence thus, 
 
 What wicked and diflembling glafle of mine, 
 
 Made me compare with Hermuas {phery eyne? 
 
 But who is here? Ly/ander on the grotind: 
 
 Deade'ox afleepe?i {ee no bloud,no wound, 
 
 Lyfander, if you live, good fir awake. 
 Lyf: Andrun through fire Myill for thy {weet fake. 
 
 Tranfparent Hefena,nature her€ fhews art, 
 
 T hat throughthy bofome makes mefee'thy heart. 
 
 W here Demetrius ? oh how fit a word 
 
 Is'that-vile name , to perifh on my {word! 
 Hel. Do not fay fo Lyfander,fay not fo: 
 
 What though helove your Hermiae? Lord, what though? 
 
 Lyf. Content with Hermia?No,1 do repent 
 The tedious minutes I with her have {pent, 
 Not Herwtia,but Helena now I love: 
 Who will not changea Raven fora Dove? 
 The will of manis by his reafon fway'd: 
 Andreafon {ayes you are the worthier Maide. 
 Things growing are not ripe untill their feafons 
 So I being yong,ti!l now ripe not to reafon, 
 And touching now the point of humane skill, 
 ‘Reafon becomes the Marfhailto my will, 
 And leades me to your eyes, where I orclooke 
 Loves ftories,writtenin Loves richeft booke. 
 Hel. Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne? 
 Whenat your hands did ! deferve this feorne? 
 If not enough, ift not enough,yong man, 
 That I did never, no nor never can, 
 Defervea {weetelooke from Demetrius eye, 
 But you mutt floucmy infinliciency? 
 Good troth you do me wrong,good-footh you do) 
 in fuch difdainfull manner,me to wooe. 
 But fare you well : perforce I mutt confeffe, 
 Trhought you Lord of more true gentlenefle. 
 Oh, that a Lady of one man refus’d, 
 Should of another therefore be abus'd. Exit. 
 Lyf: She fees not Hermia: Hermia fleepe thou there, 
 
 Forasa furfeit of the fweeteft things 
 The deepeft loathing toa ftomacke brings: 
 Or asthe herefies that men do leave, 
 
 Are hated moft of thofe that did deceive: 
 So thou,my furfeit,and my herefie, 
 
 Of ail be hated:but the moft of me, : 
 And all my powers addreffe four love and might, 
 Yo honour Helex,and to be her Knight. 
 
 Her. Helpe me Ly/ander,helpe me,do thy beft 
 To plucke this crawling ferpent from my breft. 
 Aye me,for pitty, what a dreame was here? 
 Lyfander looke,how I do quake with feare: 
 Me-thought a ferpent eate my heart away, 
 
 And yet fate {milling at his cruell prey. | 
 Lyfander,what remov'd?Ly/ander,Lord, 
 
 What, out of hearing, gone?No found,ne worde 
 Alacke where are you?{peake and if you heare: 
 Speake of all loves:I {wound almoft with feare. 
 No, then I well perceive you are not nye, ’ 
 Either death or you Ile finde immediately. 
 
 Exs, 
 
 Exit 
 
 A us Tertius. 
 
 Exter the Clownes, 
 
 Bot. Are weall met? 
 
 wis. Par , pat,and here’s amarvailous convenient 
 place for our rehearfall. This greene plot fliall bee our 
 itage,this hauthorne brake our tyring honfe, and we will 
 do it inaction, as we willdoit before the Duke. 
 
 Bot. Peter Quince? 
 
 Peter. What faift thou,bully Bortome? 
 
 Bot. There are things in this Cemedy of Piramas and 
 Thssby, that will never pleafe- Firtt,Piramas muft draw a 
 fword tokill himfelfe: which-the Ladies cannot abide. 
 How anfwere you that? 
 
 Snout. Berlaken,a parlous feare. 
 
 Star. I beleeve we mutt leave the killing out, whenall 
 is done. 
 
 Botteme. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well. 
 Write me a Prologue, and letthe Prologue feemeto fay, 
 we will dono harme with our {words , and that Pyramus 
 isnot kill’d indeede ; and for the more better affurance, 
 tell them,that I Péramus am not Péranzus, but Botrome the 
 Weaver; this will put them out of feare. 
 
 Qs. Well, we will have fach a Prologue,and it fhall be 
 written in eight and fixe. 
 
 Bet. No, make ittwo more, let it be written in eight 
 and eight, ; 
 
 Snont. Will not the Ladies be afcar'd of the Lyon 
 
 Star. I feare it, I promife you. 
 
 Bot.Maifters,you ought to confider with your felves, 
 to bring in(God fhield us a Lyon among Ladies, is a moft 
 dreadfull thing. For there is not a more fearcfull wilde 
 foule then your Lyon living :.and wee ought to looke 
 
 | toit. 
 
 Snont. Therefore another Prologie muft tell hee isnot 
 a Lyon. : 
 
 Ber. Nay, you mutt name his tame, and halfe his face 
 mutt be feene through the Lyons necke, and he himfelfe 
 mutt {peake through. faying thus,or to the fame defect: 
 Ladies , or faire Ladies , I would with you, or I would 
 
 j requeft 
 
A Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 requeft you,or I would entreat you , not to feare , not to 
 tremble : my life for yours. If you thinke I come hither 
 asa Lyon, it were pittty of my lite. No, Tamno fuch 
 thing, I am a man as other men are} and there indeed let 
 him name his name , and tell him plainly hee isSamg the 
 joyner ss, 
 
 ff Quince. Well, it thal be fo;!but there is two hard 
 things, that is, to bring the Moone-light intoa cham- 
 ber:tor you know,Pyramaus and Thishy mecte by Moone- 
 light. 
 
 Snug. Doth the Moone fhine that night wee play our 
 
 lay? 
 . "Bor. A Calender, a Calender,looke in the Almanack, 
 finde out Moone-fhine, finde out Moone-fhine. 
 Exter Packe. 
 Quin. Yes, it doth fhine thatnight. 
 
 Bot. Why then may you leavea cafement of the great 
 chamber window (where we play open, and the Moone 
 may fhineinatthecafement. 
 
 Qu. I, or elfe one mult come in witha buth of thorns 
 anda lancthorne, and fay he co nes to dishgure,or to pre- 
 fent the perfon of Moone-fhine. Then there is another 
 thing, we muft havea wall in the great Chamber; for P#- 
 ramus and Thisbie (faics the ftory) did talke through the 
 chinke ofa wall. 
 
 Suu. Youcan never bring in a wall. What fay you 
 Bottome? : : 
 
 Bor. Some manor other muft prefent wall , and let 
 him have fome Plafter , or fome Lome, or fome rough 
 cait about him , to fignifie wall ; or let him hold his fin- 
 gersthus ;and through that cranny, fhall Pyramus , and 
 Thishy whilpere Pex ee 
 
 Qui, 1f that may be, thenallis.well. Come , fit downe 
 every mothers fonne , and rehearfe your parts. Pyrames, 
 you begin; when you haye fpoken your {pecch , enter 
 into that Brake , and fo every one according to his cuc. 
 
 Enter Robin. 
 * Rob. What hempen home-{puns have we {waggering 
 
 ere 
 So neere the Cradle of the Faiery Queene? 
 What,a Play toward? Ile be an anditor: 
 An Actor too perhaps,if I {ee caufe. 
 Qu. Speake Pyramus : Thisby ftand forth. 
 Pir. Thishy,the flowers of odious favors fweete, 
 Qx. Odours,odours. 
 Pr. Odours favors {weete, 
 So hath thy breath,my dearett Thishy deare. 
 But harke,avoyce : {tay thou but here a while, 
 And by and by I will to thee appeare. 
 Pu. A ftranger Pyramus,then ere plaid here. 
 Thif.Muft 1 {fpeake now? i 
 Pet. I marry muft you. For you muft vnderftand he 
 goes but to fee a noife that he heard , and is to come a- 
 aine. 
 ? This. Mott radiant Piramns, moft Lilly white of hue 
 Of colour like thered rofe on triumphant bryer, : 
 Moft brisky Innenall,and eke moft lovely lew, 
 Astrueas trueft horfe,that yet would never tyre, 
 Ile meete thee Piramus , at ZV jnnies toombe. 
 
 Pet. Ninustoombe man : why, you muft not {peake 
 that yet ; that you anfwere to Pirammus : you {peake all 
 your partat once, cues andall. Piramsas enter,your cue is 
 paft ; it is never tyre. 
 
 Thif. O , as true as trueft horfe, that yet would never 
 tyre: 
 
 Exit. Pitre 
 
 Pir. If I were faire, T bifby I were onely thine. 
 Pet. O monftrous. O ftrange« We are hanted > pray! 
 
 ifters, Aye maifters, helpe- cee 
 raat . The (lownes all Exceum, | 
 Pu. Ie follow yeu; Ie leade.youabout a Round, | 
 Through bogge , through bufh,through brake,through | 
 Sometimea horfe He be,fometime a hound: (bryer, | 
 
 A hogge, a headleffe Beare ,fometimea fire, lng 
 And neigh,and barke,and gruntand rore,and burne 
 Like horle, hound, hog,Beare,fire,at every turne. iq) 
 Enter Piramus with the Affe head, ——~ 
 
 Bot. Why. do they run away @ This. isa knavery of 
 them to make meafeard. Enter Snowt, 
 Su. O Bottome,thou art chang’d; What do fee on thee 
 
 Bor, What do you fee? You fecan Affe-head of your | 
 owne, do you? ' 
 
 Enter Peter Quinces- 
 
 Veh na ‘th 
 Pet. Bleflethee Bottome,blefle thee;thou art tranflated. | 
 
 Exit. : 
 Bot. fee their knavery ; this isto makean afleofme, | 
 to fright me if they Could ; but. I will not firre from. 
 this place,do whatthey can. I will walke up and downe 
 here,and I will fing that they fhall heare I am not afraid, 
 The W oofell cocke, fo blacke of hew; 
 W ith Orenge-tawny bill. 
 The Throftle,with his note fo true, rae 
 The Wren and little quill. oe 
 Tita, What Angell wakes me from my flowry bed? | 
 Bot. The Finch, the Sparrow,andthe Larke, | 
 The plainfong Cuckow ggay; 
 Whofe note full many a Man doth marke, 
 And dares not an{were,nay. pit. 
 For indeed,who would fet his wit to fo foolifha bird? | 
 Who would givea bird the lye,though he ery Cuckow, | 
 never fo? re 
 Tita. I pray thee gentle mortall, fing againe, 
 Mine eare is much enamored of thy note; 
 On the firit view to fay, co{weare I love thee. 
 So is mine eye enthralled to thy fhape. 
 And thy faire vertues force(perforce) doth move me.» } 
 Bot. Me-thinkes maiftrefle , you fhould have little} 
 reafon for that : and yet to fay the truth, reafon andlove | 
 keepe little.company’ together , now-adayes. Themore |” 
 the pitty that (ome honeit neigbours will not mak them | 
 friends. Nay, I can glecke upon occafion. | 
 Tyta. Thou art as wife as thou art beautifull. 
 Bot. Not fo neither: butif I had wit enoughto get | 
 - of this wood , I have enoughto ferve mine owne 
 urne. | 
 Tyta. Out of this wood,do not defire togo, 
 Thou fhalt remaine here,whether thou wilt orno. 
 Tama {pirit of n0 common rate: 
 The Summer ftill doth tend upon my ftate, 
 And Ido love thee ; therefore go withme, 
 Ile give thee Fairies to attend on thee; 
 And they fhall fetch thee lewels from the deepe, 
 And fing,while thou on preffed flowers doft fleepe: 
 And I will purgethy mortall grofleneffe fo, 
 That thou fhaltlike an airy {pirit go. 
 
 Enter Peafe-bloffome, Cobwed, Moth, Muftard- 
 . feede, and forre Fairies. 
 
 Fai. Ready ; andI ,andI, and I, Where fhall we ga? 4 
 <n ' 
 
eA &Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 Tita. Be kinde and curteous tothis Gentleman. 
 Hop in his walkes,and gambole in his cies, 
 Feede him with Apricocks,and Dewberries, 
 Wich purple Grapes,greene Figs,and Mulberries, 
 The honte-bags fteale from the humble Bees, 
 And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighes, 
 And light them at the fierie-Glow-wormes eyes, 
 To have my loveto bed, and to arife: 
 And pluke the wings from painted Butterflies, 
 To fan the Moone-beames from his fleeping eies: 
 Nod to him Elues, and do him curtefies. 
 
 1. Fas. Haile mortall,haile. 
 
 2. Fai. Haile. 
 
 3- Fat. Haile. 
 
 Bot.I cry your worfhips mercy hartily;1 befeech your 
 worthips;name. 
 
 Cob. Cobwed. 
 
 Bot. 1 fhall defire you of more acquaintance, good 
 Maifter Cobwedsif I cut my finger,l {hall make bold with 
 you. . 
 
 Your name honeft Gentleman? 
 
 Peal, Peale bloffome. 
 
 Bot. I prayyoucommend mee to miftrefle Syuaf,, 
 your mother , and to maifter Peafcod your father. Good 
 maifter Peafe-blofome,I {hall defire of youmore acquain- 
 tance toos Your name I befeech you fir? F 
 
 (Unf. Mufiard-feede. 
 
 Bot. Good maifter Afuftard feede , 1 know your pati- 
 ence well:that {ame cowardly gyant-like Oxe-beefe hath 
 devoured many a gentleman of your houfe. I promife 
 you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I 
 defire you more acquaintance } good Maifter (MufPard- 
 feeae. 
 
 7 sta. Come waite upon him,lead him to my bower. 
 4 The Moone nte-thinks,lookes with a watrie eie, 
 And when the weepes,weepeevery little flower, 
 Lamenting {ome entorced chattity. 
 Tye up my loverstongue,bring him filently. Exit. 
 Enter King of Fairies, folus. 
 
 Ob. wonder if Titania be awak’t: 
 Then what it was that next came in her eye; 
 Which fhe mutt dote on, in extremity. 
 
 Exter Packe, 
 
 Here.comes my meflenger : how now mad {pirit, 
 What night-rule now about this haunted grove? 
 Puck, My Miftris with a monfter is in love, 
 
 Neere to her clofeand confecrated bower, 
 While the was in her dulland fleeping hower, 
 A crew of patches,rude Mechanicals, 
 That worke for bread upon e<themian ftals, 
 Were met together to rehearie a Play, 
 Tntended for great The/exs nuptiall day: 
 The fhalloweft thick-skin of that barren fort, 
 Who Piramus prefented,in their {port, 
 Forfooke his Scene,and entred ina brake, 
 When! did him at this advantage take, 
 An Affes nole I fixed on his head. 
 | Anon his Thishie mutt be anfwered, 
 And forth my Mimmick comes: whenthey him pie, 
 As Wilde-geefe,that the creeping Fowler eye, 
 Or ruffed-pated choughes,many in fort 
 (Rifing and cawing at the guns report) 
 
 Sever themfelves, and madly {weepe the skye: 
 
 | Nor is hedead for ought that I cantell. 
 
 a 
 ee, 
 
 Is} 
 
 Soat his fight, away his fellowes flic, 
 And at our {tampe;here ore and ore one fals; 
 He murther criesjand helpe frem Athens cals. 
 Their fenfe thus weake,lolt with their fears thus Strong, 
 Made fenfeleffe things beginto do them, wrong. 
 For briars and thornes at their apparell {natch, 
 Somefleeves,fome hats,from yeeldersall things catch, 
 Iled them onin this diftracted feare, . 
 And left{weete Piramus tran{lated there: . 
 When in that momient(fo it came to pafle) 
 Tytana waked,and ftraight way lov’dan Affe. 
 06. This fals out better then I could devife: 
 But haft thou yet lacht the Athewians eyes, 
 With the love juyce,as I did bid thee do? 
 Rob .] tooke him fleeping(that is finifht teo) 
 And the e-4thenian woman by his fide; 
 That when he wak’t,of force fhe muft be eyde. 
 
 Exter Demetrius and Hermia. 
 
 O84. Stand clofe,this is the fame e Athenian. 
 Keb. This is the woman,but not this the man: 
 ‘Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you fo? 
 Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. 
 Her. Now I but chide,but I fhould vfe thee worfes 
 For thon(I feare)haft given me caufeto curfe, 
 If thou haft flaine Ly/ander in his fleepe, 
 Being ore fhooes in bloud,plunge in the deepe,and kill 
 me too: 
 The Sunne was not fo trueunto the day, 
 Ashe tome; Would he have ftollenaway, 
 From fleeping Hermia? lle beleeve as foone 
 This wholeearth may be bord,and that the Moone 
 May through the Center creepe,and fo difpleafe 
 Her brothers noonctide,with th’ Autipodes. 
 It cannot be but thou hat murdred him, 
 So fhould a murtherer looke,fo dead, fo grim. 
 ‘Dem.So fhould the murderer leoke,and fo fhould I, 
 Pierft through the heart with your ftearne cruelty: 
 Yet you the murderer looks as bright as cleare, 
 As yonder Venus in her glimmering {pheare. 
 Her. What's thistomy Lyfander ? where is he? 
 Ah good Dersetrins, wilt thou give him me? 
 Dem. \'de rather give his carkafle to my hounds: 
 Her. Out dog,out cur,thou driv’ft me paft the bounds 
 Of maidens patience. Haft thou flaine him then? 
 Henceforth be never numbred among men. 
 Oh, once tell true,and even for my fake, 
 Durft thou a lookt upon him,being awake? Ee 
 And baft thou kill’d him fleeping2O brave tutch: 
 Could nota worme, an Adder do fo much? 
 And Adder did it : for with doubler tongue 
 Then thine(thou ferpent)never Adder itung, 
 ‘Dem: Y ou {pend your patlion ona mifpris’d mood , 
 Tam not guilty of Ly/anders blood: 
 
 Her. I pray thee tell methen that he is well. 
 ‘Dem. And if I could, what fhould I get therefore? 
 Her. A priviledge, never to fee me more; 
 And from thy hated prefence part I : {e¢ meno more 
 Whether he be dead or no. Exit. 
 Dem. There is no following her inthis fierce veine, 
 Here therefore fora whilé £ will remaine. 
 So forrowes heauineffe doth heauier grow: 
 For debt that bankrout flip doth forrow owe; 
 Which now in fome flight meafure it will pay, cl 
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 If for his tender here Imake fome ftay. -* Lie downe. 
 Ob. What haft thou done? Thou haft miftaken quite 
 And laid thelove juyce on fome true loves fights 
 Of thy inifprifionjmutt perforce enfue : 
 Some trtie love tiitn’d, and nota falfe turn’ d true: 
 Rob. Then fate ore-rules, that one man holding troth, 
 A million faile; confounding oath’ on oath.” > 
 Rob. About the wood,goe fwifter then the winde, 
 And Helena of eAthens looke thou finde. 
 All fancy-ficke fheis,and pale 6f cheere,"* *’ 
 With fighes of love,that cofts the freth bloud deare: 
 By fome illufion fee thou bring her heere, 
 Ile charme hiseyes againft fhe’doth appeare; 
 Rob. 1go, 1 g0;looke how Igo, 
 Swifter then arrow from the Zarrar3 bowe, 
 Ob. Flower of this purple die, 
 Hit with (vpidsarchery , 
 Sinkein apple of his eyes _ 
 When his love he dothefpy, 
 Let her thine as glorionfly 
 Asthe Penus of the s ky. 
 When thou wak {tif the be by 
 Beg of her for remedy. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Packe. 
 Puck. Captaine of our Fairy band, 
 Helena is heere at hand, 
 And the youth,miftooke by me, 
 Pleading for a Lovers fee. 
 Shall we their fond Pageant fee? 
 Lord, what fooles thefe mortals be! 
 Ob. Stand afide : the noyfe they make, 
 Will canfe Demetrins to awake. 
 Puck, Then will two at once wooe one, 
 That muft needs be {port alone: 
 And thofe thingsdo beft pleafe me, 
 That befali prepofteroufly. 
 
 Enter Lyfander and Helena. 
 Lyf, Why fhould you thiok 1 fhould weoe in {corner 
 Scorne and derifion neyer comies in teares: 
 Looke when I vow I weepe,and vowes fo borne, 
 In their nativity all truth appeares. 
 How can thefe things in me, feeme fcorne to you? 
 Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true. 
 He/. You doadvance your cunning more and more, ~ 
 Whentruth kilstruth,O diuelith holy fray! 
 Thefe vowes are Hermias. W ill you give her ore? 
 Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh. 
 Your vowes to her and me,(put in two {cales) 
 Will even weigh,and both as light as tales. 
 Lyf: 1 had no judgement, when to her I fwore. 
 Hel. Nor none in my minde,now you give her ore. 
 Lyf: Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Awa. 
 Dem. © Helen, goddeffe,nimph, perfect, divine, 
 To what, my love,fhall 1 compare thine eyne? 
 Chriftall is muddy,O how ripe in fhow, 
 Thy lips,thofe kiffing cherries, tempting grow 
 That pure congealed white, high Ta#rus {now; 
 Fan’d with the Eafterne winde,turnestoa crow, 
 Whentliou holdft up thy hand: O let me kifle 
 This Princeffe of pure white, this feale of bliffe, 
 - Hel. Q fpight } O hell !J {ce you are all bent 
 To fetagainft me, for your merriment: 
 If you were civill,and knew curtefie, 
 You would not do me thus much injury. 
 
 AM idJommer nights Dreames 
 
 Can younovhate me,as 1 know you do, 
 
 But you muft joyne in foules to mocke me to?) 
 
 If you are men,asmen you are in fhow, 
 
 You would not vfeagentle Lady to? . 
 
 To vow,and fweare, and fuperpraife my parts," 
 
 When lam fure you hate me with your hearts: «> 
 
 You bothare Rivals,and love Herma; fone 
 
 And now both Rivals, to mocke Helena. 
 
 A trim exploit,a manly enterprize, 
 
 To conjure teares up ina poore maids-eyes, 
 
 With your derifion ; none of noble fort, 
 
 Would fo offenda Virgin, and extort my 
 
 A poore foules patience, all to make you {porte 
 Lyf, Youare unkind Demetvins;be not fo, 
 
 For youlove Hermia ; this you kno I know;° 
 
 And here with all good will, with all my heart, 
 
 In Hermias love I yeeld you up my part; ~~” 
 
 Andyours of Helena, tome bequeath, 
 
 Whom I do love,and will do to my deaths fi 
 Hel, Never did mockers wafte more idle breathe 
 Dem. Lyfander keep thy Herma, | will none: 
 
 If ere I lov’d her, all that love is gone. . 
 
 My heart to her,butas guelt-wife fojourn’d; 
 
 And nowto Hédes it is home return’d, 
 
 -There toremaine. 
 
 Lyf, It is not fo. 
 
 De.Difparage not the faith thou doft not know 
 Left to thy perill thou abide it deare. ee 
 Looke where thy Love comes,yonder is thy deare. 
 
 Luter Hermia. 
 
 Her; Dark night,thatfrom the eye his funtion tak 
 The eare more quicke of apprehenfion makes, 
 Wherein it doth impaire the fecing fenie, 
 
 It paies the hearing duuble recompence- 
 
 Thou art not by mine eye, Ly/ander found, 
 
 Mine care(I thanke it)brought me to that found, 
 
 But why vnkindly didft thou leave me for (tog 
 Lyfam Why fhonld hee ftay. whom Love doth preile 
 Her. What love could preffe Ly/ander from my fit 
 Lyf: Lyfanderslove(that'would not let him bide) > 
 
 Faire Helena; who more engilds the night, las 
 
 Then all yon fiery oes, and cies of light. vi 
 Why feck’ thou me ? Could not this make thee know, 
 The hate I bare thee,made me eave thee fo? 
 
 Her. You fpeake not asyouthinke;it cannotbe.e | 
 
 Hel. Loe, fhe is one of this confederacy, 
 Now I perceive they have conjoyn’d all three, ~ 
 To fathion this falfe {port in {pight of me: 
 Injurious Hermia,moft yngratefull maid, 
 
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 pep < . pe i 7 
 Have you confpir’d,have you with thefecontriv’d | 
 
 Tobaite me, with this foule derifion? 
 
 Ts all the counfell that wetwo have fhar’d, 
 
 The filters vowes,the houres that we have fpent, 
 When we have chid the hafty footed time, 
 
 For parting us ; O and is all forgot? 4 
 All{chooledaies fricndfhip, child-hood innocence?” 
 We Hermia,like two Artificiall gods, a 
 Have with our needles,created both one flower, — 
 Both on onefampler, fitting on one cufhion, 
 
 Both warbling of one fong both in one key; 
 
 Asif our hands, our fides,voices,and mindes 
 Had beene incorporate, So we grew together; 
 
 Like toa double cherry, feeming parted, 
 
 But yeta vnion in partition, a 
 
eA “Midfommer nights Dreame, 
 
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 =, 
 Two lovely berries molded on one ftem, Hate me,wherefore?O me,what newes my Love? 
 So with two feeming bodiessbut one heart, Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lyfander? 
 Two of the firftlife;coats in Heraldry, Tam as faire now » 45 I was ere while. 
 Due but to one and crowned with one creft. | Since night you loy’d me;yet fince night you left me, 
 t) | And will you rent our ancient love a(y nder, Why then you left me (O the gods forbid) 
 tt, To joyne with men in {corning your poore friend? In carneft, fhali I fay? 
 It isnot friendly, *tis not maidenly. Ly/.1, by my life, 
 Our fexe as well asI, may chide yon for it, And never did defire tofee thee more. : 
 Though I alone do teele the injutie, Therefore be out of hope, of queftion,of doubt; 
 | Her. Tam amazed at your pailionate words, Be certaine,nothing truer: *tis ng jeft, 
 I {corne you not ; It feemes that yOu {corn¢ me; That I dohate thee,and love Helena, 
 Hel. Have you not fet Lyfander ,asin {corne Her. O me,you jugier,you canker bloffome, , 
 wt, | To follow me, and praife my cies and face? Youtheefe of iove 3W hat,have you come by night, 
 | And made your other love, Dewsetrigs And ftolne my loves heart from him? 
 m | CWhoeyen but now did {purne me with his foote) Fel. Fine yfaith: 
 i, | Lo call me goddeffe , nunph;divineand rare, Have you no modelty,no maiden fhame, 
 " | Precious, celeftiall 2 Wherefore {peakes he this No touch of bafhfuinefle? w hat, will you teare 
 To her he hates ? And wherefore doth Ly/ander Impatient anfwers fromm y Sentle tongue? _ 
 y | Deaie your love(forich within his foule) Fie, fie, you counterfeit,you Puppet, you. 
 che, | And tender me(torfooth) affection, Fer. Puppet ?why io ? I, that Way goes thegame. 
 ne | Bat by your letting on,by your confent? Now I perceive that the hath made compare 
 | What though I be not fo in Srace as you, Betweene our ftatures,the hath vrg’d her height, 
 4 So hung upon with love,fo fortunate? 
 
 (But miferable moft,to love vnloy’d) 
 This you fhould pitty,rather then defpife. 
 Her. I underftand not what you meane by this. 
 Hel. 1, do,perfever,counterfeit fad lookes, 
 Make mouthes upon me when I turne my backe, 
 Winkeeach at other,hold the {weet Jeft up: 
 This {port well carried, fhall be chronicled, 
 If you have any pitty,Srace,or manners, 
 You would not make me fach an argument: 
 
 , |, Bat fare ye well, ’tis partly mine owne fault, 
 
 Which death or abfence foone fhall remedy. 
 
 And with her perfonage,her tal] perfonage, } 
 Her height( forfooth) fhe hath prevail d with hint. 
 And are you growne fo high in his eftecme, 
 Becaufe lam fo dwarfifh,and fo low? 
 How lowam I, thou painted May-pole?Speake, 
 How lowam 1?Iam not yet fo low, 
 But that my nailes can reach unto thine eyes. 
 
 Hel. I pray you though you mocke me, gentlemen, 
 Let her not hurt me; I was fever curit: 
 I have no gift at allin fhrewifhneffe; 
 Tama right maide for my cowardize; 
 Let her not ftrike me :you perhaps may thinke, 
 
 Lyf-Stay gentle Helewa,heare my excufe, . Becaufe the is fomething lower then my felfe, 
 6 | Mylov ¢,my {oule, faire Helena. That I can match her, 
 : Hel. O excelient! ; Her. Lower ? harkeagaine. 
 4, |. Her. Sweet,do not {corne her fo. Hel, Good Hermia,do not be fo bitter with me, 
 clo} Dems. \f fhe cannot entreate, I can compell; T evermore didlove you Hermia, 
 y Lyf: Thou cantt compell,no more then fhe entreate. Did ever keepe your counfels,aeyer wronged you, 
 wt! Thy chreats have no more {trength then her weak praife. | Save that in love unto Demetrins, 
 nit6!| Heden, I love thee, by my life I doe; T told him of your ftealth unto this wood. 
 ine] T fiweare by that which T willlofe for thee, He followed you, for love I followd him, 
 i, | To prove him falfe,that faies Tove thee not. But he hath chid me hence,and threatned mé 
 Dems. I fay, I love thee more then he can do. To ftrike me,fpurne me, nay to kill me too; 
 keh] = Lyf. Tf thou fay fo; with-draw and prove It too, And aow,fo you will let me quiet go, 
 i? Dem. Quick, come. To e4thens will I beare m y folly backe; 
 cit} Her. Ly/ander,whereto tends al] this? And follow you no further. Let me go. 
 Lyf. Away,you Ethiope. You fee how fimple,and how fond Tam. 
 bt Dews. No,no, Sir, feeme tobreake loofe; Her. W hy get you gone:who ift that hinders you? 
 , | Take onas you would follow, Hel. A foolith heart,that I leave here behinde. 
 ~ | But yet come not: youarea tame man,go. Her. What,with Ly/ander? 
 coi] — Ly/- Hang off thou cat;thon but; vile thing let loofe, Her. With Demetrins, 
 | Or I will thake thee from me like a ferpent. Lyf. Be not afraid, the thall not harme thee Helena, 
 Her, Why are you growne fo rude? Dem. No fir,the thal! not,though you take her part. 
 je, What change is this fweete Love? Hel. O when the’s angry, the is keene and fhreywd, 
 t Lyf. Thy love? out tawny Tartar,out; She wasa vixen when fhe went to {choole, 
 5 Out loathed medicine;O hated poifori hence, And though fhe be but little, the is fierce. ; 
 @ —- Her. Do you not jeft? Fier. Little againe?Nothing but low and little? 
 Wr} Biel. Yes footh,and fo do you. Why will you fuffer her te flout me thus? 
 ¢, _ Lyf-Demetrius:1 will keep my word with thee. Let me cometo her. 
 tt: Dew, L would. had your bond:for I perceive dif, Get you gone you dwarfe, 
 b A weake bond holds you ; Ile not truft your word. You minimus , of hindring knot-graffe made, 
 i Lyf- What, fhould I hurt her, trike her, killher dead? You bead, you acorne. 
 Although I hate her,IJe not harme her {0. Dem.Y ou are too officious, 
 7] 
 
 Her. What,can you do me §reater harme then hate? 
 
 In her behalfe that {cornes your fervices. 
 
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 Let her alone,(peaite not of Helena, 
 Take not her part. For if thou dott intend 
 Never fo little fhew of loveto her, 
 Thouw fhalt abide it. 
 Lyf. Now fhe holds me not, : 
 Now follow ifthou dar'ft,to try whofe right, 
 Of thine or mine is moft in Helena. ; 
 Dem. Follow? Nay , Ile go with thee cheeke by jowle. 
 Exit Ly(ander and Demetrius. 
 Her. You Mittrigyall this coyleis long of you- 
 Nay: go not backe. 
 Hel, lwilfnot truft youl, 
 Nor longer ftay in'your curft company- 
 Your hands then mine.are quicker for a fray, 
 My legs are longer though to runne away- Exeunt. 
 y Enter Oberon and Packe- 
 Ob. Thisis thy negligence, ftill thou miftak ft; 
 Or elfe committ’ft thy knaveries willingly- 
 Putk, Belceve me, King of {hadowes,1 miftooke, 
 Did not you tell me, | fhould know theman, 
 By the e#therian garments he hathon? — 
 And fo farre blamelefie proves my enterprize, 
 That I-havenointedan Athenians cies, 
 And fo farre am glad, it fo did fore, 
 As this their jangling I efteemea fport. 
 Ob. Thou fecit thefe Lovers feeke a place to fight, 
 Hie therefore Robin,overcalt rhe night, 
 The ftarry Welkin cover thou anon, 
 With drooping fogge as b.acke as Acheron, 
 Andlead thefe tefty Rivals fo aftray, 
 As one come not within anothers way. 
 Like to Lyander,fometime frame thy tongue; 
 Then ftirre Demtrius vp with bitter wrong;. 
 And fometime raile thou like Demetrims ; ' 
 And from each other looke thou leade them this; 
 Till ore their browes, death-counterfeiting flecpe 
 With leaden legs,and Battie-wings doth creepe 3 
 Then crufh this hearbe into Ly/anders cic, 
 Whofe liquor haththis vertuous property, 
 Totake from thence all error,with his might, 
 And make his eie-bals role with wonted fight. 
 When they next walce,all this derifion 
 Shall feeme a dreame,and tiuitlefle vifion, 
 And backe to Athens fhall rhe Lovers wend 
 With league, whofe date till death fhall never end. 
 Whiles | in this affaive do thee imply, 
 Tle to my Queene,and beg her Indtan Boy; 
 And then 1 will her charmed eie releafe 
 From montters view,and ail things fhall be peace. 
 Puck, My Fairy Lord , thismuft be done with hafte, 
 For nights-{wft Dragons cut the Clouds full faft, 
 And yonder fhines +4#oras harbinger; 
 At whofe approach Ghofts wandring here and there, 
 Troope heme to Church-yards; damned {pirits all, 
 That ii croffe-waies and flouds have buriall, 
 Already to their wormy beds-ate gone; 
 For feare leaft day fhouldlooke their fhames vpon, 
 They wilfully themfelves exile from light, 
 And muft for aye confort with blacke browd night. 
 0b. But we are {pirits of another fert: 
 I, with the morning love hav¢ oft: made fport, 
 And like a Forrefter,the groves may tread, 
 Even till the Eafterne gate all fierie red, 
 Opening on Neptune, with faire blefled beames, 
 Turnes into yellow gold,his falt greene ftreames. 
 
 | A Midjommer nights Dreame. 
 
 * 
 But notwithftanding hafte,make no delay: a 
 We may effect thisbufinefie,yetece days 
 Pick, Vp and downe,vp and downe,! will leade t 
 upand downe: Lam fear’d in field and towne.Goblin,leg 
 them up and downe : here comes ones “a 
 Enter Lyfandere : 
 Lyf: Where art thon, proud ‘Dewsctrins? 
 Speake thou now- Rae if 
 Rob. Here villaine, gia & see Where art thou? | 
 Ly I will be with thee ftraight. a 
 ha. Follow me thento plainer @found. 
 | Enter Demetris. 
 Dem, Lyfander {peake againe; 
 Thou runaway,thou coward, art thou fled? _ si 
 Speake in forhe bufh: Where doft thou hidethy head? 7} 
 Rob. Thou coward, art thou bragging tothe ftars, | 
 Telling the bufhes @gat thou look it for wars, “i 
 And wilt not come 2 Come recreant, come thou childe,| 
 Ile whip thee witha rod. He is defii’d a. 
 That drawesa {word on thee. 
 Dem. Yca, artthou thee? cas 
 Ro. Follow my voice, we'l try no manhood here. 
 Lyf: Hegoes before me, and ftill dares meon, — r 
 i 
 
 When I come where he cals me,then he's gone. 
 The villaine is much lighter heel’dthenI: \ ar 
 I followed fatt , bur faiter he did flye; Sifting place 
 That fallen am I in darke vneven way, * a 
 And here wili reft me. Come thou gentle days (yes own. | 
 For if but once thou thew méthy graylight, it 
 Lle finde Demetrias,and rev enge this {pight. 
 Enter Robin and Demetrias, ’, 
 
 Rob. Ho, ho, ho,coward, why com’ tt thou note 
 
 Dem. Abide m:, if thou dar’it. For weil I wot. 
 Thou runt before me,fhifting every place, <@ 
 And dar’ft not ftand nor looke me in the faces A 
 Where art thou? 
 
 Rob. Come hither,I am here. ni 
 
 Dem. Nay then thou mock’ft me ; thou fhalt buy 
 
 deere, 
 If ever I thy face by day-light fee. 
 Now go thy way:faitnnefle conftraineth me, 
 To meafure ont my length on this cold bed, ¢ 
 By daies approach looke to be vifited. 
 Enter Helena. aetie 
 
 Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, { 
 Abate thy honres,fhine comforts from the Eatt, : 
 That I may backe to etthens by day-light, 
 
 From thefe that my peore company deteft, 
 And fleepe that fometime fhuts up forrowes ei¢y: 
 Steale me a while from mine owne companics 
 Rob. Yet but three?Come one more, 
 Twoof both kindes makes up foure. 
 Here fhe comes, curft and fad, 
 Cupidisaknavith lad, 
 Enter Hermia. 
 Thus to make poore females mad. 
 
 Her, Néver {o wearie,nevex fo in woe, ais 
 Bedabbied withthe dew, and torne with briars, |) 
 Tcan no further crawle,no further go; 
 
 My legs can keepe no pace withny defires. 
 
 Here will I reft me tillthe breake of day, a Se 
 
 Heavens fhield Lyfander, if they meanea fray. | A 
 Reb. Onthe ground fleepe found, Wer 
 
 Ile apply your cie,gentle lover,remedy.. - 
 When thou wak’{t, thou rak’ft co 
 
 True delight inthe fight of thy former Ladies cie, il 
 
A Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 
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 And the Country Proveebe knowne, rig 
 
 That every man fhould take his owne, 
 
 In your waking fhall be fhowne. 
 
 Tacke fhall have /+2 ,nought hail goe ill, 
 
 The man {hall have his Mareagaine,and all fliall be well, 
 
 They fleepe alt the Aét. 
 
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 eA tus Quartus. 
 
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 Enter Queene of Fairies, and Clowne, and Fairies, and the 
 
 King behind them. ai 
 
 te. 
 
 Tita. Come, fit thee downeupon this fowry bed, 
 While I thy amiable cheekesdoecoy, 
 
 And fticke muske rofes ia thy fleeke {moothe head, 
 And kiffe thy faire large eares, my gentle joy. 
 
 Clow, Where's Peafe bloffome? 
 
 Peaf. Ready. 
 
 Clow, Scratch my head, Peafe-bloffome, Where's Moun- 
 fieur Cobweb, 
 
 (0b. Ready. 
 
 Clo. Mounfiéur Cobweb,eood Mounfieur get your wea- 
 ponsin pote hand, and kill me a red hipt humble-Bee 
 on the top of a thiftie ; and good Mounfieur bring mee 
 the hony bag. Doe nor fret your felfe too much in the 
 action, Mounfieur ; and good Monnficur have a care the 
 hony bag breake not, I would be loth to have you over- 
 flowne with a hony-bag figaiour. Where’s Mounfieur 
 Mufiardfecd? 
 
 Muf. Réady. : : 
 
 Clo, Give nae your newfe, Mounfieur AZufPardjeed. 
 Pray you leave your courtefie good Mounfieur. 
 
 Maf. What'syour will? 
 
 Ch. Nothing good Mounfieur, but to helpe Cavalero 
 Cobweb to {cratch. I muftto the Barbers Mounficur, for 
 tne thinkes I am marvellous hairy about the face. AndI 
 am ficha tender affe,ifmy haire doe but tickle me,I muft 
 {cratch, 
 
 Tita. What, wilt thon heare fome muficke, my fweet 
 love? 
 
 Clo, Thaveareafonable good eare in muficke. Letus 
 have the tongues and the bones, 
 
 CMuficke Tongs, Rurall Muficke, 
 
 Tita. Or fay {weet Love, what thoudefireft to eate. 
 
 (te. Truely a pecke of Provender; I could munch 
 your good dry Oates. Me thinkes1 have a great defire 
 to abottle of hay: good hay, {weet hay hath no fel- 
 low. 
 
 Tita. 1 havea venturous Fairy, 
 
 That fhall feeke the Squirrels hoard, 
 And fetch thee new Nuts. 
 
 Cl. I had rather have a handfull ortwo of dried peafe. 
 But I pray you let none of your peopie ftirre me, 1 have 
 an expofition of fleepecome upon me. 
 
 Tyta. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee inmy armes, 
 Fairies be gone, and be alwayes away. 
 
 So doth the woodbine, the {weet Honifackle, 
 Gently entwift ; the female Iny fo 
 
 3 Enrings the barky fingers ofthe Elme, 
 
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 O how I love thee | how I dote onthee ! 
 
 Enter Robin goodfellow, and Oberon. 
 
 0b. Welcome good Robin : 
 
 eelt thou this {weet fight? 
 Her dotage now | doe begin to pitty. 
 For meeting her of late behindthe wood, 
 Secking {weet {favors for this hatefull foole, 
 (did upbraid her, and fail out with her. 
 For fhe his hairy temples then had rounded, 
 With coronet of frefh and fragrant flowers. 
 And that fame dew which fometime on the bids, 
 Was wont to fwelllike round and orient pearles ; 
 Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes, 
 Like tearesthat did their owne difgrace bewaile. 
 When I hadat my pleafure taunted her, 
 And fhe in milde termes beg’d my patience, 
 Ithen didaske of her, her changeling child, 
 Which ftraight fhe gave me, and her Fairy fent 
 To beare him to my Bower in Fairy Land: 
 And now I have the Boy, I willundoe 
 This batefull imperfection of her eyes, 
 And gentle Packe, take this cransformed fealpe, 
 From off the head ofthis Athenian {waine ; 
 That he awaking when the other doe, 
 May allto Arhens backe againe repaire, 
 And thinke no more of this nights accidents, 
 But as the fierce vexation of adreame, 
 But firft I willreleafe the Fairy Queene. 
 
 Bethou as thou waft wont to be; 
 See as thou waft wont to fee. 
 Diansbud, or Cupids flower, 
 Hath{nch force and bleffed power. 
 
 Now my Titania wake you my {weet Queene: 
 Tita. My Oberon, what vifions have I feene ! 
 Me-thought | was enamoured of an Affe. 
 0b. There lyes your love. 
 Tita. How came thee things to paffe ? 
 Oh, how mine eyes doe loath this vifage now | 
 Ob. Silencea while. Reb:mtake off his head ; 
 Titania, muficke cail, and {trike more dead 
 Thea cammon fleepe ; of all thefe, fine the fenfe. 
 
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 Tit#. Muficke, ho muficke, fach as charmeth fleepe. 
 CAinficke fill, 
 Rob. Whenthoa awak’ft, with thine owne fooles eyes 
 peepe. (me 
 06. Sound muficke; come my Queene,take hands with 
 And rocke the ground whereon thefe fleepers be. 
 Now thou and I are new itamity, 
 And willto morrow midnight, folemnly 
 Dance in Duke Te/eus houie triumpliantly, 
 And bleffe it to all faire pofterity. 
 There thall thefe paires of faithfull Lovers be 
 Wedded, with 7hefeus, all in jollity. 
 Reb. Faire King attend, and marke; 
 I doe heare the moraing'Larke.. 
 O6, Then my Queene in filencefad; 
 Trip weafter the nights fhade ; 
 Wethe Giobe can compafle foone, 
 Swifter then the wandring Moone. 
 Tita. Come my Lord, and in our flight, : 
 Tell me how it camethis nighr, 
 That I fleeping heere was found, — \ 
 Sleepers lye fil. 
 9) With | 
 
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 With thefe mortalls onthe ground. _ Exeunt. 
 Winde Hornese 
 
 Enter Thefeus, Egaus,Fippolita and all his traine. 
 Thef. Goe one of you, find out the Forrefter, 
 For now our obferyation is perform’d ; 
 } And fince we have the vaward of the day, 
 My Love fhall heare the muficke of my hounds. 
 1 Vacouple in the Welterne valley, let them goe 
 Difpatch I fay, and find the Forrefter. _ 
 1 Wewill faire Queene, up to the Mountaines tops 
 And marke the muficall confufion 
 Of hounds and eccho in conjunction. 
 Hip. Iwas with Hercales and Cadmus Onces 
 When ina wood of Creete they bayed the Beare 
 With hounds of Sparta ; never did I heare 
 Such gallant chiding. For befides the Qrovesy 
 The skies, the fountaines, every region neere, 
 Seem’dall one mutuall cry. I never heard 
 So muficall adifcord, fach {weet thunder. 2 
 The: My hounds are bred out of the Sparta kind, 
 So flew'd, fo fanded, and their heads are bung 
 With eares that {weepe away the morning dew, 
 Crooke-kneed, anddew-lapt, like Theffalian Buls, 
 Slow in purfuit, bur match'd in mouth like bels, 
 Each under each. Acry moretuneable 
 Was never hollawed to, nor cheer’d with horne, 
 In Crecte, in Sparta, nor in Thefjaly ; ; 
 | Iudge when you heare. But foft, what nimphs are thefc? 
 Ege. My Lord, this is my daughter here afleepe, 
 Andthis Ly/ander, this Demetrinsis, ~ 
 This Helena, old Nedars Helena, 
 I wonder of this being heere together, 
 The. No doubt they rofe up carly, to obferve 
 The right of May ; and hearing our intent, 
 Came heere in grace of our folemnity. 
 But {peake Egew, isnot thisthe day 
 That Hermia fhould give an{wer of her cheice ? 
 Ege. Itismy Lord, 
 The: Goebidthe hunti-men wake them with their 
 hornes. 
 Hornes and they wake. 
 Shout within, they all Start up. 
 Thef. Good morrow friends ; Saint Valentine is paft, 
 ‘| Begin thefe ,wood-birds but to couple now ? 
 Lyf: Pardon my Lord. 
 Th+{. Ipray youall fland up, 
 Iknow youtwo are Rivallenemies. 
 How comes this gentle concord in the world, 
 * That hatred is fo farre from jealoufie, 
 To fleepe by hate, and feare no enmity, 
 Lyf, My Lord, I fhall reply amazedly, 
 Halfe fleeve, halfe waking, But as yet,I {weare, 
 I cannot truly fay how Icame heere. 
 Buc as I thinke (for truly would I {peake) 
 And now I doe bethinke me, fo itis ; 
 I came with Hermiahither. Our intent 
 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be 
 Without the perifl of the e4thenian Lay, : 
 Ege. Enough, enough, my-Lord : you havé erongh ; 
 T beg the Law, the Law, upon his head : 
 They would have ftolne away, they would Demetrius, 
 Thereby to have defeated youand me: 
 | You of your wife,and mé of my confent ; 
 | Of my confent, that fhe fhould be your wife. 
 | Prem. My Lord, faire Helen told me of their ftealth 
 Of chis their purpofe hither, to this wood, : 
 
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 A Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 And Lin fury hither followed them ; 
 Faire Helena, in fancy followed me. 
 But my good Lord, 1 wot not by what power, 
 (But by {ome power it is) my love 
 Yo Hermia(meltedasthefnow) 
 Seemes to me now asthe remembrance of anidleg 
 Which in my childhood I did doat upon : 
 And all the faith, the vertue of my heart, 
 The object and the pleafure of mine eye, 
 Is onely Helena, To her, my Lord, 
 WasI betroth’d, ere lfee Hermia, 
 But like a fickenefle did I oath this food: 
 But asin health, come to my naturall tafte, 
 Now doe I with it, love it, long for it, 
 And will for evermore betrueto it. 5 
 Thef. Faire Lovers, you are fortunately met ; 
 Of this difcourfe we fhall heare more anon. 
 Egeus, | will over-beare your will ; 
 For inthe Temple, by and by with us, 
 Thefe couples fhall eternally be knit. 
 And for the morning now is fomething worne, 
 Our purpos’d kunung ‘fhall be fetafide. 
 Away, withus to Athens ; three and three, 
 Weill hold a feaft in great folemnity- . 
 Come Hippolita. Exit Dukeand Le 
 Dem. Thefethings fceme {mall and undiftinguith 
 Like farre off mountaines turned into Clouds, 
 Her. Me-thinkes1 {ce thefe things with partedeye, | 
 When every things feemes double. > 
 Bel, Some-thinkes:. 
 And | have found Demetrius, likea jewell, 
 Mine owne, and not mine.owne. 
 Dem. It {eemes to me, 
 That yet we flecpe, we dreame. Doe hot you thinke, 
 The Duke was heere, and bid us follow him ? 
 Her. Yca, and my Father. 
 Hel, And Hippolira, 
 Lyf: And he bid us follow tothe Temple. 
 Dem. Why then weare awake ; lets follow him, a 
 by the way let us recount our dreames. a 
 Bottome wakes. Exit Lev 
 Clo. When my cue comes, call me, and I willanf 
 My next is, moft faire Piramss, Hey ho. Peter Duynct 
 Flatethe bcllowes-mender ? Snot the tinker? Starve 
 ling ? Gods my life | Stolne hence, and left meafleepe: 1) 
 have hada moft rare vifion. 1 had a dreame, paft the wit | 
 of man,to fay, what dreame irwas. Manis butan Alle) 
 if he gocabuut to expound this dreame. Me-thoughtl) 
 was, there isnoman cantell what. Me-thonght I w 
 and me-thought I had. But man is but a patelrd f 
 ifhe will offerto fay what me-thought I had. The eye 
 man hath not heard, the care of man hath not feene,a 
 
 - handisnotable to tafte, his tongueto conceive, nO 
 
 heart toreport, what my dreame was. I will get 
 Quince to write a ballet of thisdreame, it fhall be cal 
 Bottomes Dreame, becaute it hath no borrome ; and 
 fing it inthe latter end of'a play, before the Dake 
 
 adventure, to make itthe more gracious, I fhall 
 at her death. 
 
 Enter Quince, Flute, Thishy, Snont, and Stary mn 
 
 Qui. Have youfentto Bottowses houfe? Is he 
 home yet ? 
 
 Sta. He cannot be heard of, Ont of doubt he ist 
 ported, ct 
 
A-<Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 
 Thif. Ifhe come not, then the play ismar’d.It goes not 
 forward, doch it ? 
 4 2x3. Itisnot poffible: you have not a man in all A- 
 
 thens, able co difcharge Piramsus but he. 
 
 Thif. No, he hath fimply the beft wit of any handy- 
 craft man in Athens, 
 
 Quai. Yea, and the beft perfon too, and he is a very 
 Paramour, for a {weet voyce. 
 
 Thif. Yououtt fay, Paragon. A Paramour is (God 
 bleffe us) a thing of naught. 
 
 Enter Snug the loyner. 
 
 Swug. Mafters,the Duke is comming from the Tem- 
 ple, and there is two or three Lordsand Ladies more mar- 
 ried. If our {port had gone forward, we hadall been made 
 men. : 
 
 Tésf. O {weet bully Bortome: thus hath he loft fixe- 
 pence a day, during hislife; he could not have {caped fix- 
 pencea day. Andthe Duke had not given him fixpence.. 
 a day for playing Psramas, Ile be hang’d, He would have 
 deferved it. Sixpencea day in Piramus, ot nothing. 
 
 Enter Bottome, 
 
 Bos. Where are thefe Lads? Where are thefe hearts? 
 
 Qui. Bortome, O molt couragious day | O moft happy 
 houre ! 
 
 Bot. Matters, lam to difconrfe wonders ; but aske me 
 not what, For if I tell you, lam no true Achenian. 1 will 
 tell you every thingas 1t fell out. 
 
 Qui. Let us heare,fweet Bottome, 
 
 Bet. Nota word ofme : all that I will tell you, is, that 
 the Duke hath dined. Get your apparell together, good 
 ftrings to your beards, new ribbands to your pumps, 
 meete prefently at the Palace, every man looke ore his 
 part : for the fhort and the long is; our play is preferred : 
 In any cafe let Thmby have cleanelinnen : and let not him 
 that playes the Lion, paire his nailes,for they fhall hang 
 out for the Lions clawes. And moft deare Actors, cate 
 no Onions, nor Garlicke; for we are to utter {weet 
 breath,and I doe not doubt but co heare them fay, it isa 
 {weet Comedy. No more words: away, gocaway- 
 
 Exeant 
 
 Adtus Quintus | 
 
 ~~ 
 
 Enter Thefeus, H; ippolita, Egaus and his Lords. 
 
 Hip. Tis ftrange my Thefeus, that thefe lovers {peake of 
 Thef. More ftrangethen true- I never may beleeve 
 Thefé anticke fablés, nor thefe Fairy toyes, 
 Loversand mad men have fuch feething braines, 
 Such fhaping phantafies, that apprehend more 
 Then coole reafon ever comprehends. 
 The Lunaticke, the Lover, and the Poet, 
 | Are of imagination ali compact. 
 One fees more divels then vate hell can hold ; 
 That is the madman. The Lover, allasfranticke, . 
 Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egypt, 
 The Poetseye ina fine frenzy rolling, 
 Doth glance frem heaven to earth, from earth to heaven: 
 And as imagination bodies forth the formes of things 
 Vaknowne ; the Poets pen turnes them to thapes, 
 And gives teayre nothing, a locall habitation, 
 And aname. Such tricks hath {trong imagination, 
 
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 That if it would but apprehend {ome joy, 
 It comprehends fome bringer of that joy. 
 Or in the night, imagining fome feare 
 How eafie isa buth {uppos’d a Beare ? 
 
 Hip. Butall the ftory of the night told over, 
 And ali their minds transfigur’d fo together, 
 More witneffech than fancies images, 
 
 And growes to fomething of great conftancy ; 
 But howfoever, firange, and admirable. 
 
 Enter Lovers, Ly{ander, Demetrius, Hermia, 
 and Hel: na. 
 
 The. Heere come the lovers, full of j oy and mirth 
 Joy, gentle friends, joy and freth dayes of love 
 Accompany your hearts. 
 Lyf. Morethen tous, 
 
 Waite in your royall walkes,your boord, your bed. 
 
 : The/. Come now, what maskes, what dances thall we 
 ave, : 
 
 To weare away this long age ofthrée houres: 
 
 Betweene our after fupper, and bed-time ? 
 
 W here is our afuall manager of mirth ? 
 
 What Revels are in hand? Isthere no play, 
 
 Toeafe the anguith of a torturing houre? 
 
 Call Egens, “ 
 
 “Ege. Heere mighty Thefews. 
 
 ay Say, what abridgement have you for this eve- 
 ning 2 
 What maske? What muficke? How hall we beguile 
 
 he lazy time, if not with fome delight ? 
 
 Ege, Thereis a briefe how many {portsare rife: 
 Make choife of which your Highnefle will fee firt. 
 
 Lyf; The battell with the Centaurs to be {ung 
 By an Athenian Eunuch, to the Harpe. 
 
 The. We'llnone of that. That have I told my love 
 Inglory of my kinfman Hercules. 
 
 Lyf- The riot of thetipfie Bachanals, 
 
 Tearing the Thracian finger, in their rage ? 
 
 The/. That isan old device, aud it was plaid 
 When I from Thebes came laft a Conqueror. 
 
 Lyf, The thrice three Mufes, mourning for the death 
 of Iearning, late deceaft in beggery. 
 
 Thef, That is fome Satire keene and criticall, 
 
 Not forting witha nuptiail ceremony. 
 
 Lyf. A tedious bricfe Scene of yong Piramus, 
 And his love Thy ; very tragicall mirths 
 
 The. Merry and wagicaill ? Tedious, and driefe? That is, 
 hot ice, and wondrous ftrange fnow. How fhail we find 
 the concord of this difcord ? 
 
 €ge. Aplay there is my Lord, fome ten words long, 
 Which is as briefe, as I have knownea play ; 
 
 But by ten words, my Lord, it istoolong ; 
 Which makesit tedious. Fox in allthe play, 
 There is not one word apt, one Player fitted. 
 And tragicall my noble Lord itis: 
 
 For Psramus therein doth kill himfelfe. 
 Which when f faw rehearft, I muft confeffe, 
 Made mine eyes water : but more merry teares, 
 The paffion of loud laughter never fhed. 
 
 Thef. What are they that doe play it ? 
 
 Ege. Hard handed men, that worke in Athens heere, 
 Which never labour’d in their minds till now ; 
 
 ' And now havetoyled their unbreathed memories 
 
 With this fame play, again{t yeur nuptialls 
 The. And wewill heare its 
 
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 Phi. No,my noble Lord, it is not for you! rag heard 
 |. Irover, and it is nothing, nothing in the world; 
 | Vuileffe youcan find {port in their intents, 
 Extreamely ftretcht, and cond with cruell paine, 
 Todoe you fervice. : a 
 Thef, 7 will heare that play: For never any things 
 Can be amiffe, when fimplenefie and duty tender it- 
 Goe bring them in,and take your places, Ladies. ; 
 Hip. I love not to fee aaa orechar ged 5 
 And duty in his fervice periihing : 
 Thef. Why gentle f eth, you {hall fee no fuch cried 
 Hip. He fayes,they can dot nothing in this Kin 3 a 
 Thef. The kinder we,to give them thanxes for nothing: 
 | Our {port fall be, to take what they miftake ; 
 And what poore duty cannot doe, novie refpect 
 Takes it in might, not merrit. oy 
 | Where I have come, great Clearkes have parpofe 
 Togreete me with premeditatd welcomes ; 
 Where I have feene them fhiver and looke pale, 
 Make periods inthe midft of fentences, 
 Throttle their practiz'd accent in their feares, 
 And in conclufion, dumbly kave broke off, 
 Not paying mea welcome. Truft me {weet, 
 
 ——— 
 
 “| Out of this filence yet, 1 pickt a welcome 
 
 And in the modefty’of fearefilll duty, 
 I readeas much, asfrom the ratling tongue 
 ' Of fancy and audacious eloquence. *- 
 ' Love thetefore j arid tongue-tide fimplicity, 
 In leaft, fpeake moft, to my capacity. : 
 Ege. So pleafe your Grace, the Prologue is addreft. 
 Dak. Let him approach. Flr. Tram. 
 Enter the Prologue. Quince. 
 Pro. If we offend, itis with our good will. 
 That you fhould thinke, we come not to offend, 
 But withgood will. To thew our fimple skill, ° 
 That is the true beginning of onr end. 
 Confiderthen, we come butin defpight. 
 Wedoenot come, asminding to content you, 
 Our true intentis. -Allfor your delight, 
 Weare not heere. That you fhould here repent you, 
 The Aétors are at hand ; and by their fhow, 
 You fhall know all, chat you are like to know. 
 Thef. This fellow doth not ftandupon points. ~ 
 Lyf. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colt: he 
 knowesnot the ftop. A good morall my Lord. It is not 
 enough to {peake, but to {peake true. : 
 Hip. Indeed ho hath plaid on his Prologue, tike a 
 child on the Recorder, a found, but not in government. 
 Thef. His{peech was like a tangled: chaine : nothing 
 | impaired, but all difordered. Who isthe next ? 
 Tawyer with a Trmpet beforethem. 
 
 Enter Pyramus, and Thisby, Wall, Moose-[bine, and Eyon. 
 Pro. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this fhow, 
 
 But wonder on, till truth make all things plaine. 
 
 This man is Piramus, if you would know; 
 
 This beauteous Lady, Thisby is certaine. 
 
 This man withlyme and rough-caft, deth prefent 
 
 Wall, the vile wall, which did thefe lovers fisnder : 
 
 And through walls chinke( poore foules)they are content 
 
 To whifper. At the which, letno man wonder. 
 
 This man, with Lanthorne, dog, and buth of thorne, 
 
 Prefenteth moone-fhine. For if you will know, 
 
 By moone-fhine did thefe Lovers thinke no fcome 
 
 Tomectat Nénms toombe,there,there to wooe + 
 
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 A Midfommer nights Dreame. 
 Le a caren a ame RET CLOT La 
 
 This grizly beaft (which Lyon hight by name) "| 
 Thetrulty Tbaby, comming firlt by night, 
 Did fcarre away,or tather did affright : 
 And asthe fled, her mantle fhedid fall; 
 Which Lyon vile with bloody rnouth did flaine. 
 Anon comes Piransus, {weet youth and tall, © 0m 
 ‘And finds his geritle Tbasbies Mantle, flaine 5 ee 
 W hereat, with blade,with bleody blamefull blade ‘ i z 
 He bravely broacht his boiling bloudy breaft, tT 
 And Théby,tarrying in Mulberry fhade, 
 His dagger drew, and died. For all the reft, 
 Let Lyon, Afoone-[oine, Wall, and Lovers@waine, 
 At large diftourfe, while here they doe remaitien 9) J 
 Exit all but Wall, tb ald 
 Thef: I wonder ifthe Lion be tofpeake, bal 
 Dem. Nowonder, my Lord : one Lion may, whet} | 
 many Affes doe. Oe 
 Exit Lyon, Thisby, and Moonefbines 
 wall. Ynthis fame Interlude, it doth befall, 
 That I, one Swowe (by name) prefent a walls 
 And fucha wall,as I would have you thinké, 
 That had in ita crannied hole of chinkes 
 Through which the Lovers, Piramus and Thisby 
 Did whifper often, very feerctly. me) : 
 This loame, thisrongh-caft, and this ftone doth thew, 
 
 t 
 Ui 
 
 . That Pam that fame Wall; the rath is fos 
 | And thisthecranny is, right and finifler, Bie: 
 | Through which the fearefull Lovers are to whilpets 
 
 The. Would you defire Lime and Haire to fpeakeber: 
 ter? ee 
 
 Dem. Ivis the wittielt partition, that ever Theat 
 difcourfe, my Lord. ] 
 
 Thef: Piramus dvawes neere the Wall, filences 
 
 Enter Pyracus , ; Bh 
 
 Pir, O grimlookt night, O night with hue foblacke,) 
 O night, which ever art, when day isnot: ua 
 O night, O night, alacke.alacke, alacke, eg 
 Ifeare my Thubies promife 1s forgot. 10) 
 And thou O wall, chou {weet and lovely wall, = 5 
 That ftandes betweene her fathers ground and mines” 
 Thou wall, O wall, O fweetand lovely wall, ' 
 Shew me thy chinke, to blinke through with mine eyit: 
 Thankes courteous wall. Jove fhielé thee wellforthis.” 
 But whatiee 1? No Thxby doel fee. 
 O wicked wall, through whom I fee no bliffe, ’ 
 Curft be thy ftones for thus deceiving me. eh 
 Thef.. The wall me-thinkes being fenfible, fhould curle 
 againe. ; 
 
 Pir. Nointruth fir, hefhould not. Deceiving wit; 
 Is Thishies cue ; fhe is to enter, and I'am to {py , 
 Her through the wall. You thall {ee ie will fall: 
 
 Enter Thisbies. 
 
 Pat as I told'you ; yonder fhe comes. a 
 > Ths. O wall, tull often haft thou heard my monesy “7 
 For parting my faire Pirdmxs, and me. ae 
 My cherry lips have often kift thy ftones; ee 
 Thy ftones with Limeand Haire kuit up inthee. 
 
 Pyrat heare a voyce ; now will ito thechinke,"~ {) 
 To tpyand I can {ee my rhishses face. 7 hisby ? _ 
 
 Tbsf. My love thou art, my Love thinke, 
 
 Pir. Thinke what thou wilt, iam thy Lovers gta)” 
 And like Limander am I trufty fill. a 
 
 Thif. And Tike Hedentill che Fates me kill. 
 
 Pir. Not Shafalus to Procrus, was fo true. 
 
 Thif. As Shalatusto Precrue,1 wyous 
 
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 Pir. Okifleme through the hole of this vile wall. 
 
 Thif. 1 kiffethe wals hole, not your lipsatall. 
 
 Pir. Wilt thouat DC jnnies tombe mecte me ftraight 
 way ? si 
 
 Thif, Tide life, tide death, 1 come without delay. 
 
 Wall. Thus have 1. wad, my part difcharged fo; 
 And being done, thus Wallaway doth goc. Exit Clow, 
 ~ Duk, Nowis the forall downe betweene the two 
 Neighbours. : ; 
 
 Dem. No remedy my Lord, when Wals are fowiltall, 
 to heare without warning. 
 
 Dut.” This.is the filliett ftuffe chat ere I heard. 
 
 Dak. The beft in this kind are but fhadowes, and the 
 worftare no worfe if imagination amend them, 
 
 Dye. It muftbe your imagination then, and not theirs. 
 
 Duk. If we imagine no worfe of them then they of 
 themfelves', they may pafle for excellent mien. .Here 
 comes two noble beafts, in amanand.a Lior. 
 
 Enter Lyon, and Moone fhine, 
 
 Lyon. You Ladyes, you (whofe gentle hearts do feare 
 The {malleft monflrous moufe that creepes on floore) 
 May now perchance, both quake and tremble heere; 
 When Lion rough in wildeft rage doth roare. 
 
 Then know that J, one Savg the loyner am 
 
 A Lion fell, nor elfeno Lions damme : 
 
 For if I fhouldas Lion come in ftrife 
 
 Into this place, ’twere pitty of my life. : 
 
 Du. A very gentle beaft, and of a good confcience. 
 
 Dew. The very beltat.a beaft,my Lord, that ere I faw- 
 
 Lif. This Lion is a very Fox for his valet. 
 
 Dz. True,and a Goofe for his difcrétion: 
 
 Dem, Notfo my Lord: for his valor cannot carry 
 his difcretion, and the Fox carries tlie Goofe. 
 
 Du. His difcretion I am titre cannot carry his valor : 
 for the Goofe carries not the Fox. It is well; leave it to 
 hisdifcretion, and let us hearken tothe Moone. 
 
 Moon. This Lanthornedoth the horned Moone pre- 
 fent. 
 
 De. He fhould have worne the hornes on his head. 
 
 Da. Heisno crefcent, and his hones are invifible, 
 within the circumference. 
 
 Moo. Thislanthorne doth the horned Moone pre- 
 fent : My felfe, the mani’th Moone doth feeme to be. 
 
 Du. This isthe greateft error ofall the reft; the man 
 fhould be putinto the Lanthorne. How is it elfe the man 
 i'th Moone? 
 
 Dem. He dares not come tliere for the candle. 
 
 For you fée, it isalready in fnuffe. 
 
 Det: Lam weary of this Moone; would he would 
 change. 
 
 Dx, Itappeares by his {mall light of difcretion, that 
 he is inthe wane : but yet in courtefie, in all reafon,; we 
 miuft ftay the time. 
 
 Lyf. Proceed Moone. 
 
 Moon. Alithat I have tofay, is to tell you, that the 
 Lanthorne isthe Moone ; 1; the man in the Moone ; this 
 thorne buth, my thorne bufh ; and this deg, my dog. 
 ~ Dem. Why all thefe fhould bein the Lanthorne : for 
 they arein the Moone. But filence, heete comes Thisby, 
 
 Enter Thuby. \ 
 Thif: This is old Néunies tombe : whete'is my love ? 
 Lyon. Oh. 
 
 _ The Lionroares, Thiaby rannes off 
 Dem, Well roas'd Lion. ' 
 
 A Midfommer nights Dreame, 
 
 Come blade; my breft imbrue : 
 .@) 
 
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 16: 
 
 Dz. Well ran Thiby. 
 ‘Dut. Well fhone Moone. 
 Truly the Moone fhines with a good grace. 
 Da. Well mouz’d Lion. 
 Dem. And then came Paramus. 
 Lyf; And {othe Lion vanifht. 
 
 Exter Piramua, . 
 Pyr, Sweet Moone, thanke thee for thy funny beames, 
 I thanke thee Moone, for fhining now fo bright : 
 For by thy gracious, golden, glittering Nreames, 
 Itruft to tatte of trueft Thwbies fight. 
 But fiay ; O {pight | but marke, poore Knight, 
 What dreadfull dole is heere ? 
 Eyes doe you fee ! How can itbe ! 
 © dainty Ducke : O Deere ! 
 Thy mantle good ; what ftaind with blood ! 
 Approch you Furies fell : 
 O Fates ! come,come : Cut thred arid thram, 
 Quaile, crufh, conclude, and quell. 
 ‘Du. This paffion, and the death of a dearefriend, 
 Would goe neete to make a manlooke fad. 
 Dat, Befhrew my heart, but I pitty the man, 
 Pir. O wherefore Nature, did’ ft thou Lions frame ? 
 Since Lion vild hath heere deflour’d my deere : 
 Which is: no, no, which was the faireft bame 
 That liv’d, that lov’d, chat lik’d, that look’d with cheere. 
 Come teares, confound : Out {word, and wound 
 The pap of Pirames : 
 I, that left pap, where heart doth hop ; 
 Thus dye I; thus, thus, thus, 
 Now am Idead, now amI fled; my foule is in the sky, 
 Tongue lofe thy light, Moone take thy flight, 
 Now, dye, dye, dye, dye, dye. 
 Dem. No dye, butanace for bim: for he is but one. 
 ww Leffe then an ace man. For he isdead, he is no- 
 thing. 
 Da. With the helpé of a Surgeon, he might yet reco- 
 ver; and prove an Affe. 
 Dut. How chance Moone-fhine is gone before 2 
 Thisby comes backe, and finds her Lover. 
 
 Enter Thisby. 
 
 Duk. She will find him by ftarre-light. 
 Heere fhe comes, and her paffion ends the play. 
 
 Dut. Me thinkes fhe fhould not ufe a long-one for 
 {uch a Piramus: Lhope fhe willbe briefe. 
 
 Dem. A Moth will turnethe ballance, which Psramus, 
 which Thisby is the better. (eyes. 
 
 Lyf. She hath {pyed himalready, withthofefweet |. 
 
 Dem. And thus fhe meanes, videlicer. 
 
 Tha. Afleepe my Love ? What, dead my Dove? 
 O Piramus arife : 
 Speake ,fpeake: Quite dumbe? Dead, dead? A tombe 
 Muft cover thy {weet eyes. 
 Thefe Lilly Lips, this cherry nofe; 
 Thefe yellow Cowflip checkes 
 Are gone, are gone: Lovers make mone: 
 Hiseyes were greene as Leckes. 
 O fifters three, come, come to mec, 
 With hands as pale as Milke, 
 Lay them in gore, fince you have fhore 
 
 ith fheeres, histhred of filke. : 
 Tongue not awerd : Come trufty {word : 
 
 * 
 
 3 And 
 
 . 
 ty 
 
A Midfomier nights Dreame. 
 
 And farewell friends, thus Thisby ends ; 
 Adieu, adieu, adieu. 
 
 Duk, Moon-thine and Lion are left to bury the dead. 
 
 Deme. \, and Wall too. 
 
 Bot. No, Laffure you, the wall isdowne, that parted 
 their Fathers. Will it pleafe you to fee the Epilogue, or 
 to heare a Bergomaske dance, betweene two of our‘com- 
 
 pany ? 
 Duk, No Epilogue, 
 noexcufe. Never excufe ; 
 
 Burgomaske ; let your Epilogue alone. 
 
 The irén tongue of midnight hath told twelve: 
 Loverstobed, ’tisalmoft Fairy time. 
 
 I feare we hal] out=fleepe the comming morne,, 
 As much as we this night have over-watcht. 
 This palpable groffe play hath well beguil’d 
 The heavy gate of night. Sweet friends to bed. 
 A fortnight hold we thisfolemnity, 
 
 Innighily Revels ; and new iollity. 
 
 Enter Prcke. 
 
 Puck, Now thc hungry Lyons rores, 
 And the Wolfe beholds the Moone : 
 Whileft the heavy ploughman fneres, 
 All with weary taskefore-done, 
 Now the watted brands doe glow, 
 Whil ftthe {critch-owle, feritching loud, 
 Pursthe wretch that lyes in woe, 
 In remembrance of a fhrowd. 
 Now it isthe time of night, 
 That the graves, all gaping wide, 
 Every one lets forth his fpright, 
 Inthe Church-way paths to glide, 
 And we Fairies, that doe runne, 
 By the triple Hecates teame, 
 From the prefence of the Sunne, 
 Following darkeneffe like adreame, 
 Noware frollicke ; not a Moufe 
 Shall diftarbe this hallowed houfe, 
 Tam fent with broome before, 
 Tofweep theduft behind the doore. 
 
 ' Enter King and ‘Queene of Fairies, with their traine. 
 9b. Through the houfe give glimmering light, 
 
 T pray you ; for your play needs 
 for when the players are all 
 dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that 
 writ it had plaid Pirawsus, and hung himfelfe in Thisbies 
 garter, it would have beene a fine Tragedy : and fo itis 
 truely, and very notably difcharg’d. But come, your 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 By the dead and drowfie fier, 
 Every Etfe and Fairy {pright, 
 Hop as light as bird from brier, 
 And this Ditry after me, fing and dance it trippinglye. 
 Tita. Firft rchearfe this tong by roate, 
 To cach word a warbling note. 
 Hand in hand, with Fairy grace, 
 Will we fing and blefle this place. 
 The Song. 
 NN ow untill the breake of day, 
 Through this houfeeach Fairy ftray: 
 To the beft Bride-bed wih we, 
 Which by us foal bleffed be : 
 end the iffue there create, 
 Ever thall be fortunate : 
 So [hall all the conples three, 
 Ever true in loving be: 
 et nd the blots of N atares hand, 
 Shall not in their if[ue Stand, 
 Never mole, harelip, nor {carre, 
 Nor marke prodigions, fuch as are 
 Lefpifed in Nativity, 
 Shall upon their children be. 
 With this field dew confecrate, 
 Every Fairy take bis gate, 
 end cach feverall chamber bleffe, 
 Through this Pallace with fweet peace, 
 Ever fhallin fafety ref, 
 end the owner of it ble ft. 
 Trip away, make no ftay ; 
 
 Mest me all by breake of day- 
 
 Rebin, 1fwe fhadowes have offended, 
 Thinke but this (and all is mended) 
 That you have but flumbred here, 
 While thefe vifions did appeare. 
 And this weake and idle theame, 
 
 No mort yee lding but a dreame, 
 Gentles, doe not reprehend. 
 
 It yon pardon, we will mend. 
 And as lam anhoneft Pucke, 
 
 If we have unearned lucke, 
 
 New to {cape the Serpents tongue, 
 We will make amends erelong : 
 Elfe the Pucke alyar call. 
 
 So good night unto you all. 
 
 Give me your hands, ifwe be friends, 
 And Robin fhall reftore amends, 
 
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 Rox 
 SY : A ON WY aD 
 CBG, LLG KGiGge 
 
 Enter eAnthonio, Salarino, and Salanio. 
 
 Sm Anthonio. 
 2N footh I know not why I am fo fa, 
 Bes, It weariesme : you fay it wearies you 
 7 VG But how I caught it, found itor came by it, 
 | roe what ftuffe tismade of, whereof itis borne, 
 Tam tolearne : and {uch a Want-wit fadnefle makes of 
 
 YY eee 
 
 i “me, : 
 _ | That I have much adoe to know my felfe. 
 
 | _ Sat, Your mindis toffing on the Ocean, 
 | There where your Argofies with portly faile 
 { Like Signiorsand rich Burgers on the flood, 
 | Orasit were the Pageants of the fea, 
 | Doe over-peere the petty Traifiquers 
 | That curtfie tothem, doe them reverence 
 | Asthey flye by them with their woven wings. - 
 
 a Sala. Beleeve me fir, had I {ach venture forth, 
 | The betterpart of my affections, would 
 Be with my hopes abroad. 1 fhould be ftill 
 } Plucking the graffeto know were fits the winde, 
 } Peering in Maps for ports,and peers, and rodes ; 
 4 And every object that might make me feare 
 } Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt 
 ~ | Would make me fad. 
 |. Sal. My winde cooling my broth, 
 
 | Would blow me to an Ague, when J thought 
 _ | Whatharme.a wind tcogreat might doe at fea. 
 | I fhould not {ee the fandie houre-glafle runne, 
 } But I fhould thinke of {nallowes, and of flats, 
 __{ And fee my wealthy Andrew docks in fand, 
 __| Yailing ber bigh top lower then her rits __ 
 To kide her buriail ; fhould I goetoChurch _ 
 And fee the holy edifice of fone, - . 
 And not bethinke me ftraight of dangerous tockes, 
 Which touching but my gentle Veflels fide 
 Would featter all her {pices on the ftreame, 
 Enrobe the roring waters with my filkes, 
 k _Andinaword, but even now worth this, 
 And now worth nothing. Shall I have the thought 
 Tothinke on this, and fhallI Jacke the thought 
 | That fucha thing bechanc’d would make me {ad 
 ‘But tellnorme, [know Anthonio 
 ‘{elsfadtothinke upon his merchandize. . 4. 
 
 _ eth. Beleevemeno, I thanke my fortune for it, 
 
 _My ventures are not in one bottome trufled,. 
 Nortooceplace; nor ismy wholeeftate 
 
 : 
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 Gf) ORO 
 
 ~~ The Merchantof Venice, 
 
 an | | eA clus Primus. 
 
 | They loofe it that doe buy ic with much care, 
 | A flage, where every man mmaft play a part, 
 
 * With mirth and laughter : let oid: wrinckles come, _ 
 
 . { Sleepe when he wakes ? and crepe into the Iaundies 
 
 WA Ce, 
 NK G0: 
 
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 Vpon the fortune of this prefent yeere: ; 
 Therefore my merchandize makes me not fad 
 Sola. Why then youare inlove. 
 Auth. Fie, fie. 
 Sola. Not in love neither } then let us fay you are fad 
 Becaufe yuu are not merry ; and twere aSeafie 
 For you to laugh and leape, and{ay you are merry 
 Becaufe you are not fad. Now by two-headed Janus, 
 Nature hath fram’d ftrange fellowes in her time : 
 Somte that will evermore peepe through their eyes, 
 And laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper. 
 And other of fuch viriegar afpect, 
 That they’ ill not fhew their teeth in way of {mile, 
 Though Nestor {weare the jcft be laughable. 
 anes Enter Balfanie ,Loren(o, and Gratianee 
 Sola, Heere comes Saffanio, 
 Your moft noble Kinfman, 
 Gratiano,and Lorenfo, Faryewell, 
 Weleave you now withbetier compaty, - 
 Sala, 1 would have ftaid tilf 1 had made yon merry, 
 Ifworthier friends had not prevented me, 
 Anth. Your worthis very deere in my regard. 
 I take it your owne bufines calls on you, Rs 
 Aad you embrace th’occafion to depart. / 
 Sal, Good morrow my goed Lords... (when? 
 Baff, Good figniors both, when fha'l we laugh? fay, 
 You grow exceeding ftrange : mutt it be fo? 
 Sal. Wee'il make our leyfures to attend on yours. 
 Exennt Salarine, and Solanio, 
 Lord. My Lord Baffanio, fince you have found Ansbonie 
 Wetwowill leaveyou, butat dinner time 
 I pray you have inmind where we muft meete, 
 Ba. 1 will not faile you. 
 Grat. You looke not well fignior 4xth.xio, 
 You have teo much refpec uponthe world: 
 
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 Beleeve me you are marvelloufly chang’d. 
 Anth, { holdthe world bytas the world,Graticno; 
 
 And mine a fad one. et 
 Grati. Lez me play the foole, 
 
 And let my Liver rather heate with wine, 
 
 Then my keat coole with mortifying granes.. 
 Why fhould a man whofe bioud is warme withing 
 Sitlike bis Grandfire, cutin Alablafter ? 
 
 By 
 
The M srehant of Venice. 
 
 By being peevith ? I tell thee what Anthonio, 
 I love thee; and it is my love that {peakes : 
 There area fort of men, whofe vifages 
 Doe creame and mantle like a ftanding pond, 
 And doe a willfull ftilneffe entertaine, 
 With purpofe tobe dreft in an opinion | 
 Of wifedome, gravity, profound conceit, 
 As who fhould fay, Lam firan Oracle, 
 And when I ope may lips, letno dogge barke. 
 O my Anthonio, I doe know of thele 
 That therefore onely are reputed wife, 
 For faying nothing ; when lam very fure 
 Ifthey thould fpeake, would almoft damme thofe cares 
 Which hearing them would call their brothers fooles: 
 Ile tell thee more of this another time. 
 But fith not with rhis malancholly baite 
 For this foole Gudgion, this opinion : 
 Come good Lorenzo, faryewell a while, 
 Sle end my exhortation after dinner. 
 Lor. Well,we willleave you thentill dinnertime. 
 I muft be one of thefe fame dambe-wife men, 
 For Gratiano never let’s me{peake. 
 Gra. Well, keepe me company but two yeares mo, 
 Thou thalt not know the found of thine owne tongue. 
 eAnt. Fare you well,ile grow atalker for this geare. 
 
 Gra. Thankes ifaith, for filence is onely commendable 
 In a neatstongne did, anda maid not vendible. Exit. 
 
 ent, It isthat any thing now- ‘ 
 
 Baf. Gratiano{peakes an infinite deale of nothing , more 
 thenany man inall Venice, bis reafons are two graines 
 of wheate hid intwo buthels of chafte: you fhall fecke 
 all day ere you find them, and when you have them they 
 are not worth the fearch. 
 
 _ Ant. Wall: tdlme now, what Lady is the fame 
 To whom you {wore a fecret Pilgrimage 
 That you to day promis’d totell me of ? 
 
 Baf. Tis not unknowne to you Anthonio 
 How much I have difabled mine eftate, 
 
 By fomething fhewing a more {welling port 
 Then my faint meanes would grant continuance : 
 Nor doe I now make mone to be abridg*d 
 From fucha noble rate, but my cheifecare 
 Isto come fairely off from the great debts 
 Wherein my time fomething too prodigall ' 
 Hath left me gag’d : to you e4uthonio 
 
 I owe the mott in mony, and ia love, 
 
 And from your love I have a warranty 
 
 To unburthen all my plots and purpofes, 
 How to get cleere of all the debts I owe. 
 
 Ant. I pray you good Baffanso let me know it, 
 And if it ftand4s you your felfe fill doe, 
 Withinthe eye of honour, be affur’d 
 My purfe, my perfon, my extreameft meanes 
 Lyeall unlock’d to your occafions. 
 
 Baff. Inmy fchoole dayes, when I had loft one thaft 
 I thot his fellow of the felfefame flight 
 The felfefame way, with more aduifed watch 
 To find the other forth,. and by adventuring both, 
 
 Loft found both. I urge this child-heod proofe, — 
 Becaufe what followes is pure innocence. 
 I oweyoumuch, and like a willfullyouth, 
 That which { owe is loft : butif you pleafe 
 To thoote another arrow that felfe way 
 Which you did fhoot the firft, I doe not doubr, 
 As I will watch the ayme : Or to find both,. 
 Or bring your latter hazard backe againe, 
 
 And thankfully reft debter for the firft. 
 Ant. You know me well, and herein {pend but time 
 To wind about my love with circumftance, 
 And out of doubt you doe to me more wrong 
 In making queftion of my uttermoft, i 
 Thanif you had mace wafte of all I have : 
 Then doe but fay to me what Ifhoulddoe | 
 That in your knowledge may by me bedone, 
 And I am preft unto it; therefore fpeake. 
 Baff. In Belmont isa Lady richly left, 
 And fhe ts faire, and fairer then that word, 
 Of wondrous vertues ; fometimes from her eyes, 
 I did receive faire fpeechlefle meffages : 
 Her name is Portia, nothing undervallewd 
 To Cato’s daughter, Brutss Portia, 
 Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, 
 For the foure windes blow in from every coaft 
 Renowned futors, and her funny lockes 
 Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, 
 Which makes her feat of Belmont (holchos ftrond,} 4 
 And many Ja/oxs come in queft of her. i a 
 O my Anthoxio, had I but the meanes 
 To hold arivall place with one of them, 
 1 havea mind prefages me fuch thrift, 
 That I fhould queftionleffe be fortunate. 
 Ast. Thou knowft that all my fortunesare at fea, 
 Neither have I mony, nor commdity 
 To raifea prefent fumme, therefore goe forth 
 Try what my credit can in Venicedoe, 
 That fhall be rackt even to the uttermoft, 
 To furnifh thee to Belmont to faire Portia. 
 Goe prefently enquire, and fo will I 
 Where money is, and Ino queftion make: - 
 To have itof my truft, or for my fake. 
 
 alee 
 Exewnt. 
 
 Enter Portia with ber waiting woman‘ Ners(fa. 
 
 Porti. By my troth Werrif[a, my little body is a wea ji 
 ry of this great world. 
 
 Ner. You wouldbe jweet Madam, if your miferic 
 were in the fame abundance as your good fortunes af 
 
 and yet for ought I fee, they are as ficke that furfet with eS | 
 too much, as they that ftarve with nothing; it isnofmall | 7 
 
 happineffe therefore to be feated inthe meane, fuperfini- | 4 
 ty comes fooner by white haires, but competency lives 
 longer. ks 
 Por. Good fentences, and well pronounc’d. 
 Ner, They would be better if well followed. 7 
 Por. If to doe were as cafie asto know what were good | 
 
 4 
 
 to doe, Chappels had beene Churches, and poore mens} 
 
 cottages Princes Pallaces : it is a good Divine that fel- 
 lowes his owne inftru@ions ; I can eafier teach twen- 
 ty what were good tobe done, then be one of the twet- 
 ty to follow mine owne teaching: the braine may devife 
 lawesfer the blood, buta hot temper leapes ore a cold | ~ 
 decree, fuch ahareis madneffe the youth, to skip ore} 
 the mefhes of good coiinfaile the cripple ; but this rea] 
 
 fon is not in fafhion to choofe me a husband : O me, the 4 | 
 
 word choofe, I may neither choofe whom I would, nor} 7 
 refufe whom I diflike, fo isthe will ofaliving daughter | — 
 curb’d by the will ofa dead father «is it not hard Mer] 
 
 riffa, that I cannot choofe one, nor refufe none ? 
 
 Ner. Your father was ever vertuous, and holy men @ 
 
 at their death have good infpirations, therefore the lot- | — 
 
 | tery that he hath devifed in thefe three chefts ofGold, | 
 
 Silver, and Lead , whereof who. choofes his 
 : choof 
 
 tei 
 
Thee Marchant of Venice, 
 
 | choofes yéu,will no doubt never be chofenby any right~ 
 } ly, butene who you fhall rightly love: but what warmth 
 is therein your affection towards any of thefe Princely 
 
 | furers that are already come ? 
 
 Por. I pray thee over-name them, and.as thou nameft 
 
 } them, I willde(cribe them,and according ta my. defcrip, 
 
 tion levell at my affection. fy thoy 3 
 Nev. Firft there is the Neapolitane Prince. 9 
 Por, Ithat’s a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but 
 
 | talke of his horfe, and he makes it a, great appropriation 
 
 7 1 tohis owne good parts that hecanfhoohim bimfelfe :1 
 | am muchafraid my Lady his mother plaid falle with « 
 | Smyth. 
 
 Ner. Then is there the County Palentine, 
 
 | © Por. He doth nething but frowne (aswho.fhould fay, 
 
 } and you will not have me, choofe ; he hearesmerry tales 
 ‘| and {miles not; I feare he willprovethe weeping .Philo- 
 | fopher when he growes old; being fo full of uumannerly 
 | fadneffe in his youth.) Thad rather to be married to a 
 | deaths head with abone inhis mouth,then to either.of 
 
 P | thefe: God defend me from thefetwo. . sail 
 | XNer. How fay youby the French Lord, Mounfier 
 
 | Le Benne? 
 
 Pro. God made him, and therefore let him paffe for a 
 man, in truth] know itis finne to bea mocker, bnt he! 
 
 4 | why he hath a horfe better then the Neapolitans, a bec- 
 | ter bad habite of frowning chen the Count Palentine, he 
 » | is every maninno man, ifa Tarffell fing, he tals ftraighr 
 
 a capringshe will fence with hisowne fhadow.1f fhould 
 
 | marry him, J thould marry twenty, husbands: if he 
 
 | would defpife me;1 would forgive bim,for if he love me 
 
 | tomadnefic, I fhould never requite him. 
 
 Ner. What fay you then to Fanconbridge, the yong Ba- 
 
 : ron of England? 
 
 | nor /talsae,and you will come into the Courtand fweare 
 
 Por, You know I fay nothing to him, for. he under- 
 
 ftandsnot me, nor | hinv: he hath neither Lasine, French, 
 
 au that I have a poore penny-worth in the Engl : he is a- 
 
 : proper mans picture, butalas who canconverfe with.a 
 | dumbe fhow ? how odly he is fuiced, 1 thinke hebought 
 ‘| hisdoublet in Jta/y, his round hofe if France, his bonnet 
 
 ~ +} in Germany, and bis behaviour every where. 
 
 ge Pai ed oe 
 
 SAP REA, Gere NS 
 
 _ Mer. What thinke you of the other Lord his neigh- 
 
 bour ? 
 
 Por, That he hatha neighbourly charity in him, for 
 
 | heborcowed a boxe of the eare of .the Engldbrsan; and 
 
 fworne hewould pay him againe when he was able. 1 
 
 | thinke the Frenchwanbecame his furety, and feald undér 
 | for another. 
 
 Ner. How like you the yong Germaine, the Duke of 
 
 | Saxonies Nephew ? 
 
 Por, Very,vildely inthe morning when he is fober, 
 
 _ 4and moft vildely inthe afternoone when he is dranke : 
 _| when he is belt, he is alittle worfe then a man,and when 
 
 heis worft, heis litle better thena beaft ; and the worft 
 
 | fall thatever fell, hope (hall make {hift to goe without 
 
 im. 
 
 | Wer. If he should offer to choofe, and choofe the right 
 
 | Casket, you fhould refufeto performe your Pathers will, 
 _ | tf you fhould refute toaccept him. 
 
 ja ia 
 } for if the divell be within, and that temptation withour, 
 
 hy 
 
 Por. Therefore for feare of the worft, I pray thee fer 
 glaffe of Reinith-wine on the contrary Casket, 
 
 I know he willchoofe it. I will doe any thing Nerriffs 
 
 | &¢ Twill be marsied co a{punge. 
 
 Ne. You need not écare Lady the having any of thele 
 
 ae 165, 
 
 Lords, they haveacquai.ted me with their-dbterminati- 
 ons, which is. indeed c6 4 turne totheir-home;and to trois 
 ble you with ne more -Liite,, unlefle you may be wone by. 
 {ome other fort then you: Fathers impofition, depending 
 
 | on the: Caskets. 
 
 S i 2 OF PS SEAI EIS NOVY lo 
 _ Por. If Live, to. be as: old as. SibilazT will dye as 
 chalte as Dsana: unlefle 1. be obtained: by the manner 
 ofmy Fathers will: 1am, glad this parcel of. wooers 
 are foreafonable,; for thereis not one aniong: them:but. 
 I doate on his very abtencé; and I withthem a fairede- 
 partures\ii, °°, 
 
 Wer. Doe you nots semember Lady in your Fa- 
 therstime, a, Venetian, a Scholler and. a Seuldier that 
 ame hither in company of. the Marquefle of AM oninsfer- 
 rat? ledepe yokt <ars¥ 
 
 + fs Yes, yes, it was Baffanio, asi thinke, \fo washée 
 call a. ier iabsedt woh. ovegn 104 
 
 Ner. True Madam, :heof all the men that) ever my | 
 pot eyes look'd upon, wasthe -belt deferving a faire 
 aa, is ; 73o Bua a9 ee 
 
 Por. I remember himwiil,and Lremeéaiber him: wor: 
 thy ofthy praife. bs i brsh-tuoy 
 Enter aScrving-man. 
 
 Ser. The foure flrangers feeke you Madam to taketheir 
 leave : and there is. fore-runnet come froma'fi ft, 3 
 the Prince of (Aforsce, who brings word the: Prince. his 
 Mafter willbe hereconight.. © 
 _ Por. VfT could bid vhe fiftwelcome with fo good heart 
 as Ican bid the other foure farewell, I thould be glad of 
 hisappreach: if he have the condition ofa Saint, :and the 
 complexion of adivell, I had rather he flould fhrive me 
 then wive me, Come Nerriffa, firra goc before ; whiles 
 we thut the gate upon one wooer, another knocksat the 
 
 Oores: > ; ‘ ‘ Exenns, 
 
 Enter Bafanio with § bylocks the Tem, 
 
 Shy. Three thoufand ducates, well. 
 Bal. J fir, for three months. 
 Shy. Forthree mouths, wells 
 Baf- For thewhich, as (told you; 
 e-Anthoniofnall be bound. aoa 
 Shy. Anthonio fhall become bound, well. 
  ‘Baff.. May you fted me ? Will you pleafure me? 
 Shall k know your an{wer. 
 Shy. Three thoufand ducats for three moneths, 
 And eAnthonie bound.» .. 
 Baff.. Youranfwer to thar... 
 Shy. Anthenioisa good man. . , 4 .. 
 Ba, Have you heard any imputation .to ‘the con- 
 trary. . 
 Shy. No, no, no, none: my meaning'in faying heisa 
 good man, is to have you underftand me that he is fajfie 
 cient, yet his meanes are in {uppofition: he hath an Argo- 
 fie bound: to. Tripolis, another to the Indies, I under+ 
 {tand moreover upon the Ryalto, ‘he hatha third ar Mexi- 
 co,afourth for England, and other ventures hee hath 
 {quandred abroad, but-fhips are but boords, Saylers but 
 
 men, there be landsrats, and water rats, water theeves, 
 
 and Jandtheeves, I meane Pyrats ; and then there is the 
 
 perrill of waters,windes,and rock s : the man isnotwith- 
 
 ftanding fufficient, three thoufand ducates, I thinke’T 
 
 may take hisbond. . 
 Baf: Be affured youmay. 
 
& : 
 
 The eMerchant of Venice. * 
 
 lew. willbe affured I may : and ‘that I may bee aflu- 
 red, I willbethinke mee, may I fpeake with eA ntho- 
 940 
 
 Baf. If it pleafe you to dine with us. wits 
 
 lew. Yes, to fmell porke, ito eate of the habitation 
 which your Prophet the Nazarite conjuied the divell in- 
 to-+ J will buy withyou, fell with you, ‘talke with you; 
 walke with you, and{o following -* but I will’ not cate 
 
 with you, drinke with you, nor'pray with you. 
 What neweson the Ryalto, whois:he comes here ? 
 
 Emer eAnt honie. 
 
 Bao This isfignior Anthonie. 
 
 lew. How likea fawning publican he lookes. 
 I hate him for be is a Chriftian: 
 But more, for that in low fimplicity 
 He lends out money gratis, and brings downe 
 The rate of ufance here with usin Vensce, 
 | £1 cancatch kim onceupon the hip, 
 I will feede fat the ancient grudge I beare him. 
 He hates our facred Nation, and he railes 
 Eventhere were Merchants molt doe congregate 
 On me, my bargaines, and my well-worne thrift, 
 Which he calls interreft : Curfed be my Trybe 
 Ifk forgive him. |’ 
 
 Bal. Shylocke, doe you heare. 
 
 Shy, 1am deoating of my prefent fore, 
 And bythe neere geile of my memory 
 I cannot inftandy vaife up the grofie 
 Of full three thoufand dacatss what of that? 
 Tubal a weaithy Hebrew of my Tribe 
 Wall furnith me'; butfoft, how many months’ : 
 Doe youdeiire? Reft you faire good fignior, 
 Your worfhip was the laft man in our mouthes. 
 
 Anth, Shylecke, albeit I neither lend nor borrow 
 
 By taking, nor by giving ofexceffe, 
 Yet tofupply theripe wants of my friend, 
 He breakea cuftome : is he yet pofleft 
 
 How much he would? 
 
 Shy. 1, 1,chree thoufand ducats. 
 
 Ant. And for three months. 
 
 Shy. \had forgot, three months, you told me fo. 
 Wedl then, your bond : and let me fee, but heare you, 
 Me thoughts you faid, you neither lend nor borrow 
 Vpon advantages 
 
 Anth. \doenever ule it. 
 
 Shy. When lacob graz’d his Vncle Labans fheepe; 
 This /acob trom out holy Abram was 
 (As his wife mother wroughtin his behalfe) 
 
 The third poffeffer ; I, he was the third. 
 
 Ant. And what of him, did he take interreft? 
 
 Sty. No,nottake intereft, not as you would fay 
 Directly intereft, marke what Jacob did, 
 
 When Laban and himfelfe were comprimyz’d 
 That all the eanelings which were ftreaktand pied 
 Should fall as /acobshier, the Bwes being rancke, 
 Inend of Autumne turned to the Rammes, 
 
 And when the worke of generation was 
 Betweene thefe woolly breeders in the a¢t, 
 
 The skilfull thepheard pil’d me certaine wands, 
 Andinthe dooing of the deed of kind, 
 
 He ftuckethem up before the fulfome Ewes, 
 Who then conceaving, did in eaning time 
 
 Fall party-colour’d lambs, and thofe were Jacobs, 
 This wasa way to thrive, and he wasbleft : 
 
 — 
 
 And thrift is bleffing if men fteale it not. 
 Anth. This wasa venture fir that Jacob ferv'd for, 
 A thing not in his power to bring to paffe, 
 But {way’d and fafhion’d by the hand of heaven. 
 Was this inferted to make interreft good? 
 Or is your Gold.ard Silver Ewesand Rams? 
 Shy. cannot tell, make it breeds as taft, 
 Butnote mefignior. 
 Ant. Marke you this Baffasio, 
 The divell can cite Scripture for his purpofe, 
 Anevill foule producing holy witneffe, 
 Islike a villaine with a{miling cheeke, 
 A goodly apple rottenatthe heart. 
 © what'a goodly outfide falfehood hath. a I 
 Shy. Three thonfand ducats, ’tisa good round fumme. 
 Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate. 
 eAnt. Well Shylocke, fhall we be beholding to yen ? 
 Shy. Signior Anthomio, many atime and oft 
 Inthe Ryalto you have rated me 
 About my monyes and my afances : 
 Still have I borne it with a patient fhrug, 
 (For fuffrance is the badge of all our Tribe. 
 You call me misbeleever,cut-throate dog, 
 And {pet upon my Tew ith gaberdine, 
 Andall for ufe of that whichis mine owne. 
 Wellthen, it now appeares you need my helpe : 
 Goe to then, you come to me, and you fay, 
 Shylocke, we would have moneyes, yeu fay fos 
 You that did voide your rheume upon my beard, 
 And foote me as. you fpurnea firanger curre 
 Over your threfhold, moneyes is your finite. 
 What fhould I fay to you 2 Should I not fay, 
 Hatha dog money? is it poflible 
 Acurre fhould lend three thoufand ducats ? or 
 Shall I bend low, and ina bond-mans key 
 With bated breath, and whifpring humbleneffe, 
 Say this : Faire fir,you {pet onme on Wednefday laft ; 
 Your fpurn’d me fuch aday ;another time 
 You cald me dog : and for thefe curtefies 
 Ile lend you thus much moneyes. 
 Ant. Lamaslike to cail thee foagaine, 
 To fpet on thee againe, to fparne thee too. 
 If thou wiltlend this money, lend it not 
 Asto thy friend, for when did friendfhip take 
 A breed of barraine mettall of his friend ? 
 But lend it rather to thine enemye, 
 Who ifhe breake, thou mailt with better face 
 Exact the penalties. 
 Shy. Why looke you how you ftorme, 
 L.would be friends with you, and have your love, 
 Forget the fhamesthat you have ftained me with, 
 Supplie your prefent wants, and take no doite 
 Ofnfance for my monyes,and youle not heare me, 
 Thisis kind I offer. 
 Baf. Thiswere kindneffe. 
 Shy. This kindneffe will I fhowe, 
 Goe with me to a Notary, {cale me there 
 Your fingle bond, aad ia a merry {port 
 If you repay me not ou fucha day, 
 Infucha place, fnch fum or fums as are 
 Expreft in the condition, let the forfeite 
 Be nominated for an equall pound 
 Of your faire flefh, to be cut off and taken 
 In what part of your body it pleafeth me. 
 Ant. Content infaith, Ie fealetofucha bonds - 
 Aud fay there is much kindneffe in the Iew: 
 
The Merchant of Venice, 
 
 Baf. You hall not feale to fach a bond for me, 
 Tlerather dwell in. my neceflity. oye 
 ent. Why feare not man, I will not forteite it, 
 Within thefe two months, that’s a month before 
 This bond expires, doe expect returne™ 
 Ofthrice thtec times the valew of this bond. 
 Shy. © father Abram, what thefe Chriftians are, 
 Whole owne hard dealing teaches them filpe& 
 The thoughtsof others: Pray youtell me this, 
 If he fhould breake his day, what fhould I gaine 
 By the exaction of the forfeiture ? 
 A pound of mans fiefh taken from a man, 
 1s not fo eftimable, profitable neither 
 As flefh of Muttons, Beefes, or Guates. I fay 
 To buy his favour, I extend this friendfhip, 
 Ifhbe will take it, fo: if not adiew, 
 And for my love I pray you wrong me not. 
 Ant. Yes Sbylocke, I willfeale unto this bond. 
 Shy. Then meete me forthwith at the Notaries, 
 Give him direction for this merry bond, 
 And I will gocand purfe the ducats ftraite : 
 Seeto my houfe left in the fearefull guard 
 | Ofanunthrifty knave ; and prefently ’ 
 | Ile be with you, Exit 
 ent. Hye thee gentle lew. This Hebretv will turne 
 Chriftian, he growes kind. 
 « Baf. 1 like not faire tearmes and, avillaines mind. 
 } e4mt. Come on, inthis there can be no difmay, 
 My Shippescome homea month before the day. 
 :  <Exeunt, 
 
 — a en 
 
 Adus § ecundis, 
 
 — ob. ae © aenenl 
 
 Enter Morechins a tawny Mooye all white, and three or 
 foure followers accordingly, with Portia, 
 Nerviffa, and their traine. 
 Flo. Cornets, 
 
 Mor. Miflike me not for my complexion, 
 The thadowed liverie of the burnifhtfunne, 
 To whom I ama neighbour ,and necre bred. 
 Bring me the faireft creature Northward borne, 
 Where Phebus fire fearce thawes the ylicles, 
 And let us make incifion for your love, 
 Toprove whofe blood is reddett, his or mine. 
 T tell thee Lady this afpect of mine 
 Hath feard the valiant, (by my love I fweare) 
 The beft regarded Virgins of our Clyme 
 Have lov’d ittoo: I would not change this hue, 
 Except totteale your thoughts my gentle Queene, 
 | _ Por. In tearmes of choife 1 am not foly led 
 By nice direction of amaidens eyes : 
 Befides, the lottry of my defteny. 
 Bars methe right of voluntary choofing : 
 But ifmy father had not {canted me, ; 
 And hedg'd me by his wit to yeeld my felfe 
 _| His wife, who wins me by i mneanes I told you, 
 _ | Your felfe (renowned Prince) then ftoodias faire 
 _ | Asany commer I havelook’d on yet 
 _ | For myafecion. 
 Mor, Even for that I thanke you, 
 | Therefore I pray you leade me to the Caskets 
 _| To try my fortune : By this Symicar 
 
 Lawn. Turne upon your right hand at the next tur 
 
 167 | 
 
 That flew the Sophy, aid a Perfian Prince, 
 That won three fields of Su/taz Solyman, 
 
 I would ore-ltare the fterneft eyesthat looke : 
 Ont-brave the heart moft daring on the earth: 
 Plucke the yong fucking Cubs trom the the Beare, 
 Yea, mocke the Lion when he rores for prey 
 To wintheLady, Butalas the while, 
 
 If Hercules and Lychas play atdice 
 
 Which isthe better man, the greater throw 
 May turne by fortune from the weaker hand ; 
 So 13 eAleides beaten by his rage, ; 
 And fo may I, blind fortune leading me, 
 
 - Miffe that which one unworthier may attaine, 
 
 And dye with grieving. 
 
 Port. Youmuft take your chance, 
 And either not attemptto choofe acall, 
 Or {Weare before you choofe, ifyou choofe wrong 
 Never to {peake to Lady afterward 
 In way of marriage, therefor be advis’d. 
 
 Aor. Nor will not, come bring me unto my chance. 
 
 Por. Firft forward to the tempie, after dinner 
 Your hazard fhall be made. 
 
 Mor. Good fortune then, 
 
 To make me bleit or curfed’ft among men. 
 
 Cornets, 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Enter the Clowne alone, 
 
 (to. Certainely, my confcience will ferve me to runne 
 from this lew my Mafter: the fiend-is.at mirie elbow, 
 and tempts me, faying tome, lobbe, Laxncelet lobbe,200d 
 Launcelet, or good lebbe, or good Lautceler Iobbe, ule 
 your legs,take the ftart, runneaway: my confGience fayes 
 no ; take heed honeft Launceler, take heed honeft Lobbe, 
 orasafore-faid honelt Lavncelet lobbe, doe not runne, 
 fcorne running with thy heeles ; well, the moft couragi- 
 ous fiend bids me packe, fiafayes the fiend, away: fayes 
 the fiend, for theheavens roufeupa brave minde fayes 
 the fiend, and runne ; well, my-confcience hanging about 
 thenecke of my heart, fayes very wilély tome: my ho- 
 neft friend Lasnceler, being an hioneft mans fonne, “or rae 
 ther an honeft womans fonne, for indeed my father did 
 fometing fmacke, fomething grow'too ; he hada kind of | 
 taite;wel,my contcience fayes Lanicéler bonge not,boupe 
 fayes the fiend, bouge not fayes my coafcience,confcience | 
 fay I youcounfaile well, fiend fay ¥ yon counfaile Well, 
 to be ral’d by my confcience J fhould Ray with the Tey 
 my Mafter, who (God blefle the marke) isa kind’ of di. 
 vell; and torunne away fromthe Tew I fhould be ruled 
 the fiend, who faving your reverence isthe divell him- 
 felfe : certainly the Izw is the very divell incarnation, 
 andinmy confcience, my confeience isa kind of hard | 
 confcience, to offer to counfaile meto ftay with the Tew; 
 the fiend givesthe more friendly counfaile:1 will tanne | 
 fiend, my hecles are at your commandement > T will 
 runne. Bhai EAE SS 
 
 4 
 
 : Enter old Gobbo with a Bafket. , 
 
 God. Matter yong-man, youT pray you, which is the 
 way to Mafter lewes?? ° LSND LL ae | 
 Laun. O heavens, thislis my true begotten father, who 
 
 being more then fand-blind, high gravell blind, knowes 
 
 ' {| menot; Iwill try'confufions.with him. 
 
 Gob. Maifter’ yong’ Gentleman, I pray you whichis’ 
 the way to. Mafter Iewes. ratnch 
 
 ning 
 
<i) 
 
 The LA chit of Venice, 
 
 ning, but at the next turning of all on your left; marry 
 atthe very next turning, turne of no hand, but turne 
 downe indireétly to the /ewes houfe. ; 
 
 Gob. Be Gods fonties’ twill bea hard way to hit, can 
 you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwells with him, 
 dwell-with him or no. 
 
 Laun. Talke youof yong Mafter Lanncelet, marke me 
 now, now will I raife the waters; talke you of yong 
 Matter Launcelet 2 ; 
 
 Gob. No Mafter fir, buta poore mans fonne, his Fa- 
 ther though I fay’t is an honelt exceeding poore man, 
 and God be thanked well to live. 
 
 Laun. Well,let his Father be whata will, we talke of 
 yong Mafter Lawncelct. ; 
 
 Gob, Your worfhips friend and Lavncelet. 
 
 Lann. But I pray you ergo old man, ergo I befeech you, 
 talke you of yong Mater Lanncelet. 
 
 Gob, Of Lanncelet, ant pleafe your mafterfhip. 
 
 Laun. ErgoMafter Launcelct, talkenot of mafter Lawa- 
 cele Father. for the yong gentleman according to fates and 
 deftinies, and {uch odde fayings,the fifters three,and fuch 
 branches of learning, in indeed. deceafed , or as you 
 would {ay in plaine tearmes, gone to heaven. : 
 
 Gob. Marry God forbid, the boy was the very Rtatte 
 of my-age, my very prop. : 
 
 _Laun.Doel looke like a cudgell or a hovell-poft,a ftaffc 
 oraprop: doe you know me Father. 5 
 
 Gob. Alacke the day, | know you not yong Gentic- 
 man, but I pray you tell me, is my boy God reit his fouie 
 alive or dead. 
 
 Laun, Doe you not know me Father, 
 
 Gob, Alacke fir I am fand blind, I know you not. 
 
 Laun, Nay, indeed if you had your eyes you might 
 faile of the knowing me :itisa wife Fatherthat _knowes 
 his owne child. Well,old man,I wil tell you news of your 
 fonne, give me your blefling, truth will come to light, 
 mutder cannot be hidlong, amansfonne may, but inthe 
 end truth will not. 
 
 Gob. Pray you fir ftand up, I am fure youare not Lawn 
 celet my boy. 
 
 Lawn. Pray youlet’s have no more fooling about it,but 
 give me your blefling : lam Lanncelet your boy that was 
 your fonne that is, your child that fhall be. 
 
 Gob, 1 cannot thinke youare my fonne. 
 
 Lana. T know not what I fhallthinke of that: but] am 
 Launcelet the Lewes man, and I am fure CWargery your 
 wifeis mymother. . 
 
 Gob, Her name is Jargery indeed, Ile be fworne if 
 thon be Lasncelet, thou art mine owne fiefh and bleod: 
 Lord worfhipt might he be, what a beard haft thou got; 
 thou haft got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin my 
 philhorfe has on his.taile. 
 
 Launs It fhould feemethen that Dobbins taile growes 
 backeward. Iam fie he had more haire of his taile then 
 Thave of my face when I laft faw him. 
 
 Gob. Lord how art thou chang’d : how dooft thouand 
 thy Mafter agree, Ihave broughthim.a prefent ; how 
 
 greeyounow? 
 
 Laun. Well, well, but for mine owne part, as Thave 
 fet up my reft to run away fo I will not reft till Lhave run 
 
 fome ground ; my Ma‘ter'sa very Jew, give bim.a pre- | My beft efteemd acquaintance, hie thee gon. 
 
 fent, give hima halter, 1am |famifhtin his fervice. You 
 may tell every finger I have with my ribs : father I am 
 glad youarecome, give me your prefent to. one’ Matter 
 Baffanio, who indeed gives rare new Liveries,.if 1 ferve 
 not him, I willrunne as farreas God has any ground. O 
 
 rare fortune, here comes the map, to him Father, for I 
 am a lew if I fervethe lew any longer. 
 
 Enter Baffanio with a follower or two, 
 
 Baff. You may doe fo, but let it befo hafted thatfup- 
 per be ready at the fartheft by five of the clocke sfeethefe 
 
 Letters delivered, putthe Liveries to making, and de- | 
 fire Gratiano to come anone to my lodging. lis 
 
 Eaun. Yo him Father. 
 
 Gob God bleffe your worfhip. 
 
 Baff, Gramercy, would’ft thou ought withme. - 
 Gob, Here’s my fonne fir,a poore boy. 
 
 tr ha 4 
 1: 
 
 Laun. Not apoore boy fir,but the rich Iewes man that 
 
 would fir as my Father fhall {pecifie. oid 
 Geb. He hath a great infection fir, asone would fay to 
 
 erve. , 
 Laun, Indeed ‘the fhort and the long is, J 
 
 Iew, and have adefire as my Father fall fpecifie. . 
 
 Gob. His Mafter and he (faving your worfhips reve- 2 
 
 rence ) are fcarce catercofins. 
 Laun. Tobe briefe, the very 
 
 ing I hope an old man fhell frutifie unto you. 
 
 _ Gob. have here adifh of Doves that 1 would beftow 9 
 
 upon your worfnip, and my {uite is. } 
 
 _Laua. In very briefe, the {uite is impertinent to my 
 {elfe,as your worfhip fhali know by this honeft old man, | 
 and though I fay it, thongh old man, yet pooreman my 7 
 
 der 
 be 
 
 ather. 
 
 Baff.. One {peake for both, what would you? 
 Lann. Serve you fir. 
 Gob. That is the very. defedt of the matter fir. 
 
 Baff. Uknow thee well, thou haft obtain’d thy fuite, 
 
 Shylocke thy Mafter fpoke with me this day, : 1, 
 
 And hath perfer’d thee, if it be preferment 
 To leave arich Jewes fervice, to become - 
 The follower of fe poorea Gentleman. 
 
 Clo. The old proverbe is very well parted betweene 
 my Mafter Shylockeand you fir, you have the grace 
 God fir, and he hath enough. 
 
 ) 
 
 a 
 
 ferve the | 
 
 truth is, that the lew ) a 
 having done me wrong, doth caufe me as my Father be- | 
 
 A 
 
 ee 
 
 ap! 
 
 Ba. Thoufpeak’frit well; goe Father with thy fonne, a 
 
 Take leave of thy old Mafter, and enquire 
 My lodging ont, give hima Livery 
 More garded then his fellowes : fee it done. 
 
 Clo. Father in, I cannot geta 
 
 {ervice, no, 1 have neve} 
 
 atongue in my head. well: if any man in Jealy have a) — 
 
 fairer table which deth offer to {weare upon a booke, J 
 
 fhall have good fortune ; goetoo, here’safimple line of Ca 
 
 life, here’sa {atall trifle of wives, alas, fifteene wivest 
 
 nothing, a leven widdowes and nine maides is a fimple 
 
 comming in for oneman, and then to fcape drowning | 4 
 thrice,.and to be in peri!! of my life with the edge ofafea- | 
 therbed, here are {imple {capes: well, if Fortune bea} 
 
 woman, fhe’s a good wench for this gere : Father come, 
 Ietake my leave of the lew in thetwinkling. 
 
 Baff. pray thee good Leonardothinke on this, — 
 Thefe things being bought and orderly beftowed 
 Returne in hafte, for I doe feaft to night oe 
 
 Leon. My beit endevours fhall be done hertig’ th i 
 - Gxip Leomatee 
 
 » Enter Gratiano a 
 Gra. Where’s your Mafter. | ~ 
 
 Exit Clot. | 
 
Leon. Yonder fir he walkes. 
 _ Gra. Signior Baffanio. 
 Baf. Gratiano. 
 Gra.I have a {uite to you. 
 Baf. You have obtain d it. 
 
 * Bafe Why then you mutt : but heare thee Gratiane, 
 
 _| Thou art too wilde,too rude,and bold of voice, 
 
 Parts‘that become thee happily enough, 
 | And in facheyes as ours appeare not faults; 
 | But where they are not knowne,why there they fhow 
 
 | Something too liberall, pray thee take paine 
 
 | Toallay with fome cold drops of modeftie 
 
 | Thy skipping fpirit , leaft through thy wilde behauiour 
 } I bemifconfterd in the place I goto, 
 
 _ | And loofemy hopes. 
 
 | © Gra. Signior Baffanio, heare me, 
 
 | Ifdo not put on’a fober habite, 
 
 | Talke with refpes, and {weare but now and then, 
 
 | Weareprayer bookes in my 
 
 ket, looke demurély, 
 | Nay more,while grace is faying,hood mine eyes 
 
 | Thus with my hat,and figh and fay Amen: 
 | Vfeall the obfervance of civility 
 
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 | Like one well ftudied in a fad oftent 
 
 | Topleafe his Grandam,never truft me more. 
 
 Baf. Well, we thall fee your bearing. 
 Gra. Nay bat I barre to night, you fhall not gage me 
 By what we doto night. 
 Baf. No that were pitty, 
 
 ) | I would intreate you rather to put on 
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 Your boldeft fuite of mirth, for we have friends 
 That purpofe merriment : but fare you well, 
 I have {ome bafineffe. 
 | GracAnd mutt to Lorenzoandthe ret, 
 But we will vifite you at fuppertime, * — Exennt 
 
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 x | Emer leffica and the Clowne. 
 
 Ief.1 am forty thou wilt leave my Father fo,» 
 
 | Oar houfe is hell,and thou a merry divell 
 | Did'ft rob it of fome tafte of tedioufneffe; 
 
 | But fare thee weil, there is a ducat for thee, 
 
 ~ | And Lanceler,foone at {upper fhalt thou fee 
 
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 |. Sal. We have not {poke us ye of Torch-bearers: 
 
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 | Lorenzo, who is thy new Maifters gueft, 
 | Give him this Letter, do it {ecretly, 
 And fo farewell:1 would not have my Father 
 
 _ | See mee talke with thee. 
 
 Clo. Adue, teares exhibit my tongue, moft beautifull 
 
 | Pagan , moft {weete lew, if a Chriftian did not play the 
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 knaveand get thee; 1 am much deceived ; but adue,thefe 
 foolifh drops do fomewhat drowne my manly {pirit: 
 | adue. - 3 35 Exit. 
 ‘def. Farewell good Lancelet. 
 Alacke, what hainous finne is it in me 
 
 __ | To be afhamed tobe my Fathers childe, 
 | But though I ama daughter to his blood, 
 
 Tam not to his manners: O Lorenzo, 
 
 ~ | Ifthoukeepe promife I hall end this rife, 
 | Becomea Chriftian,and thy loving wife. | 
 
 . Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo ,Salatino.and Solania 
 _ Le; Nay,we will flinke away in {upper time, 
 eusat my lodging,and returne all in an houre: 
 
 We have net made goo 
 
 Sit 
 
 And betterin my minde not vndertooke. 
 
 nothing that my nofe'fell a 26 ncn i 
 
 Sol, ’Tis vile vnleffe it may be quaititly ordered; 
 
 Lor. Tis now but foure of clock,we have two houres 
 
 To furnith us ; friend Lancelet what’ sthe newes? 
 
 Enter Lancelet with a Letter. 
 
 | Gra. You mattnot denie me; I mutt gowith youto |“ Las. And itthall pleafe youto breake up this, it fhall 
 1 { Belmont. ° 
 
 feeme to-fignifie. 
 Lo:1 know the hand, in faith’ tis a faire hand, 
 And whither then the paper it writ-on, 
 I the faire hand that writ. 
 Gra. Love-newesin faith. 
 La. By your leave fir. 
 Lor. Whither goeft thou? 
 La. Marry fir to bid my old Maifter the Jew to fup to 
 night with my new Maifter the Chriftian. 
 Lor, Hold here, take this,tell gentle Jeffica 
 I will not faile her, {peake it privately: 
 Go ot » Will you prepare you for this Maske to 
 night? . 
 I am provided of a Torch-bearer. 
 Sal. I marry, ile be gone about it ftrait. 
 Sal. Andf{o will I. . 
 Lor.Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging 
 Some houre hence. 
 Sat.’Tis good wee do fo: 
 Gra. Was not that Letter from faire Je(ffica? 
 Lo.I mutt needestell thee all fhe hath directed 
 How I fhalltake herfrom her Fathers houfe, 
 What gold and iewels the is farnifht with, 
 What Pages fuite fhe hathin readinefle: 
 If ere the /ew her Father come to heaven, 
 It will be for his gentle daughters fake; 
 And never dare misfortune crofle her foote. 
 Vnleffe the do it vnder this excufe, 
 
 Exit.Clowne. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 That fheis iffue to a faithleffe Jew: 
 
 Come go with me, perufe this as thou goeft, 
 Faire Jeffica fhall be my Torch-bearers ExSt- 
 Emer Tew, and his man that was the (Yowne. 
 
 few. Well,thouthallfee,thy eyes fhall be thy judge, 
 The difference of old Shylocke and Baffanio; 
 What Jeffica, thou fhalrnot gurmandize 
 As thou haft done with:me:what leffitea? 
 And fleepe,and {nore,and rend apparrell ont. 
 Why Jeffical faye - 
 
 Ch. Why Lefficas 
 
 Shy. Who bids thee call?I do not bid'thee call, 
 * Clo. Yourworfhip was wont to tell me 
 I could donothing without bidding. 
 
 Enter leffica.: 
 Jef: Call you ? what is your will? 
 
 Shy. 1 am bid forth to fupper Jeffisa, 
 There are my Keyes :but wherefore fhould Igo? . 
 Iam not bid for love;they flatter me, ><! od 
 But yet He goin hate,tofeede upon: 
 
 The prodigall Chriftian. /e/fica my girle, 
 Looke to my houfe,f'am right loath to go, 
 There is fome ill a bruing towards my reft, 
 For I'did dreameof nroneybagsto night. «>: 
 
 (7%. Lbefeech you fir go,my yong Maifter 
 Dothexpect your-reproach." 
 
 Shy. So do I his. aS Hos epee os 2208 
 
 Clo. And they have confpired together, I will not fay 
 youthall {ee a Maske, but if yourdo, then it was not for } 
 
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 laft, at fixa clocke ith morning, falling out that yeere on | 
 
 afh wen{day was foure yeere in th’afternoone. 
 
 Shy. What are their maskes?heare you me Je/fea, 
 Lock up my doores, and when you heare the drum 
 And the vile {quealing of the wry-neckt Fife, 
 Clamber not you up to the cafements then, + 
 Nor thruft your head into the publicke {treete” 
 Togaze on Chriftian fooles with varnifht faces: ' 
 
 But ftop my houfes eares,I meane my cafements, 
 Let not the found of fhallow fopperie enter 
 My fober houte. By Jacobs ftaffe I fweares 
 T have no minde of feafting forth to night: 
 But I willgo; go you before me firras 
 Say I will come. 
 (low. 1 will go before fir. 
 Miftris looke out at window for all this; 
 There will come a Chriftian by, 
 Will be worth a leweseyee ‘ 
 
 Shy. What faies that foole of Hagars off -{pring? 
 
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 Ief. His words were farewell miftris,nothing elfe. 
 Shy. The patchis kinde enough, but a huge feeders 
 Snaile-flow in profit,butfleepes by day 
 More thenthe wilde-cat : drones hivenotwithme, . 
 Therefore I part with him, and part with him 
 To one that’ would have him helpe to wafte 
 His borrowed purfe. Well /</s:ca go in, 
 Perhaps I will retarne immediately; 
 Doe as Ibid you, fhut dores after you, faft binde, faft 
 finde, 
 A proverbe never ftale in thrifty minde. 
 Jef, Farewell, and if my fortune be not croft, 
 T havea Father, you a daughter loft. 
 
 Exit. 
 Exst. 
 Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Saliso. 
 
 Gra. This is the penthoufe under which Lorenze 
 Defired us to make a ftand. 
 Sul. His houreisalmoft patt. 
 Gra. And it is mervaile he out-dwels his houre, 
 For lovers ever ‘un before the clocke. 
 Sal, O rentimes fafter Venus Pidgions flye 
 Torfteale loves bonds:new made,then they are wont 
 | To keepe obliged faith unforfaited. 
 Gra. That ever holds,who rifeth from a feaft 3. 
 With that keene appetite that he fits downe? 
 Where is the horfe that doth untread againe 
 His tedious meafures with the unbated fire, 
 That he did pace them firft:all things that are, 
 Are with more {pirit chafed then enjoy’d. 
 How likea yonger ora predigall 
 The skarfed barke puts from her native bay, 
 Hug’d and embraced by the {trumpet winde: 
 |} How likea prodigall doth the returne. 
 With over-wither'd ribs and ragged failes, 
 - | Leane,rent,and begger’d by the {trumpet winde? 
 
 Enter Lorenroe 
 
 Saline. Heetecomes Lore 
 aftere fin he oe >it ‘ 
 — Sweete friends, your patience formy long a~ 
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 Not I, butmy affaires have made you wait: oo... | 
 When you fhall pleafe to play the theeves for wives 
 Ie watch as long.for you then:approach 
 
 o, more of shines: 
 
 | Thisthird, dulllead;with warning all as blunt, 4 
 { Who choofethme, mutt give and hazardall hehathe | 
 How thall 1 know ifIido choofe the right? 4 
 
 The eMeerchant of Venice. 
 
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 Here dwels my father lew. Hoa,who’s within? .. 
 Tefsica aboue. A 
 
 Ief. Who are you ? tell me for more certainty, 
 Albeit Ile {weare that Ldoknow your tongues , 
 
 Lor. Lorenzo, and thy Love. ° 
 
 Tef: Lorenzo certaine,and my love indeed, 
 
 For who love I fo much?and now who knowes 
 But you Lorenzo, whether Lam yours? sft 
 
 Lo. Heaven and thy thoughts are witnefs that thouart, } 
 
 Jef. Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines, 
 Iam glad ‘tis night,you do not locke on me,’ rie’ 
 For I am much afham’d of my exchanges 
 But love is blinde, and lovers cannot fee 
 The p retty follies that themfelves commit, 
 
 For if they could, Cupsd himfeife would blufh 
 To fee me thus transformed to aboy- 
 Lor. Defcend,for you muft be my torch-bearery 
 Ief. What,muft 1 hold a Candle to my fhame? 
 They inthemfelvés goodfooth are too too light 
 Why, ‘tis an oifice of difcovery Love, 
 And I fhould.be ob{cur’d. 
 
 Lor. So youare {weet, ig ae 
 Even inthe lovely garnifh ofa boy:but comeat once, | 
 For the clofenight doth play therun-away, 
 And weare ftaid for at B» ffaxso’s. feaft. a4 
 
 Jef} will make faft the doores and guild myfelfe., | 
 With fome more ducats, and be with you ftraight. — | 
 
 Gra. Now by my hood, a gentile, and nolew. 
 
 Lor. Befhrew me but 1 love her heartily, 
 
 For the is wife, if I can judge of her, 
 
 And faire fhe is, if that mine eyes be true, 
 
 And true fhe is,as fhe hath prov’d her felfe: 
 
 And therefore like her felfe, wife,faire, and true, 
 Shall the be placed in my conftant foule. 
 
 Enter lefsicae 
 
 What,art thou come/on gentlemen, away, 
 Our masking mates by this time for us ftay, 
 
 ; Enter eAnthonio. 
 
 Ant, Who's there? 
 
 Gra. Signior e+ nthonie. 
 
 ent. Fie, fie,Gratiano,where are all the reft? 
 °T is ninea clocke, our friends all ftay for you,’ 
 No maske to night,the winde is come about,’ 
 Bafanio prefently will goaboord, 
 [have fenttwenty out to feeke for you. 
 
 Gra. 1am glad on’t, I defireno more delight. - 
 Then to be under faile,and gone tonight. 
 
 Enter portia with Morrocho,and both their trainete 
 
 Por. Go, draw afide the curtaines,anddifcover = | 
 
 The feverall Casketstothis noble Prince: e Te 
 
 Now make your choyfe. si I 
 Mor. The firftof gold, who this infcription beares, - 
 
 Who choofeth me,fhal! gaine what men defiree 
 
 The fecond filver,which this promife carries, 
 
 Who choofeth me, {hall get as much as he deferves> 
 
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 Po. The} 
 
The M. enchant of Venice. 
 
 | How thall [know if do choofe the right. 
 | Por. The one of them containes my picture Prince, 
 If you choofe that,then I am yours withall. 
 Mor, Some God direct my judgement,let me fee, 
 | Iwill furvay the infcriptions,backe againe: 
 | What fayes this leaden casket? 
 Who choofeth me, muft give and hazard all he hath, 
 Mutt give,for what? for lead, hazard for lead? 
 This casket threatens men that hazard all, 
 Do it in hope of faire advantages: 
 A golden minde ftoopes not to fhowes of drefle, 
 
 | Ile thea nor give nor hazard ought for lead. 
 
 | What faies the Silver with her virgin hue? 
 Who choofeth me, {hall get as much as he.deferves, 
 As muchas he delerves;paufe there Afereche, 
 
 And weigh thy value with an even hand, 
 
 If thou beeft rated by thy eftimation . 
 
 __{ Thou dooft deferve enough, and yet enongh 
 
 May not extend fo fatre as to the Lady: 
 
 And yet to be afeard of my deferving, 
 Were but a weake difabling of my felfe. 
 
 As much as I deferve, why that’s the Lady. 
 
 1 do in birth deferve her, and in fortunes, 
 
 In graces,and in qualities ef breeding: 
 | But more then thefe, in love I do deferve. 
 
 } What if I ftrai'd ao farther,but chofe here? 
 
 Let’s fee once more this faying grav'd in gold. 
 | Whochoofeth me thali gaine what many men defire: 
 | Why that’s the Lady, all the world defires her# 
 From the foure corners of the earth they come 
 To kiffethis fhrine, this mortal] breathing Saint. 
 The Hircanian deferts, and the vafte wildes 
 Of wide Arabia are asthroughfares now 
 | For Princes to come view faire Portia. 
 
 | The waterie Kingdome,whofe ambitious head 
 
 ‘| Spets in the face of heaven, is no barre 
 
 | To ftop the fortaine {pirits,but they come 
 
 _| Asorea brooketo fee faire Portia. 
 
 } One of thefethree containes her heavenly picture. 
 Is’t like thac Lead containes her? twere damnation 
 Tothinke fo bafeashought, it were too grofle 
 
 To rib her fearecloath in the obfcure graves 
 
 | Or hall Ithinke in Silver fhe’s immur’d 
 
 Being ten times vndervalued to tride gold; 
 
 O finfull chonght,never fo rich a Iem 
 
 Was fet in worfe then gold ! They have in England 
 
 A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell 
 
 Stampt in gold,but that’s infculpt upon: 
 
 Butherean Angell ina golden bed 
 
 Lies all within. Deliver me the key; 
 
 Here do I choofe,and thrive I as I may- 
 
 Pors There take it Prince, andifmy formelye there 
 
 | Then:I.am yours. - 
 Mor.O hell | what have we here, a carrion death, 
 | Within whofe empty eye there is a written {eroule; 
 
 All chat glifters ss mot gold, 
 Often have you heard that told; 
 Many a man bis life hath fold 
 _ But my outfide to behold; 
 | Gwilded timber do wormes infold: 
 |» Had you beene as wife as bold, 
 ~ Yong in limbs, in judgement old, 
 | Your anfwere had not beene inferold 
 Pareyouwell, your [uite #8 cold, 
 
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 Mor. Cold indeede, and labour loft, 
 
 _ Then farewell heate, and welcome froft: 
 
 Portia adew, I have ioa griev’d a heart \ 
 To take a tedious leave:thus loofers part. 
 Por. A gentle riddance:draw:the curtaines,go: 
 Let all of his complexion choofe me fo. 
 Enter Sa'avino dnd Salanio. 
 Flo. Corners: 
 Sal. Why man I faw Baffanio vnder fayle, 
 With him is Graréano gone along; 
 And in their fhip Iam {ure Lorenzo is not. 
 Sof, The villaine ew with outcries rail’d the Duke, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Excnnt. 
 
 | Who went with himto fearch Bajfanios fhip. 
 
 Sal. He comes too Jate, the fhip was vnderfaile; 
 But there the Duke was given to underftand 
 That in a Gondilo were icene together 
 Lorenxo and his amorous Jeffica. 
 Befides, Anthonio certified the Duke 
 They were not with Bafansein his hip. 
 Sel. | never heard a pailion fo contus’d, 
 So ftrange,outragious,and {0 variable, 
 As the dogge Jew did utter in the ftreets; 
 My daughter, O my ducats,O my daughter, 
 Fled with a Chriftian, O my Chriftian ducats! 
 Iuftice,the law,my dacats,and my daughter; 
 A fealed bag, two fealed bags of ducats, 
 Of double ducats,ftolie from me by my daughter, 
 And jewels,two rich and precious ftones, 
 Stolne by my daughter : juttice, finde the girle, 
 She hath the itones upon her, and the ducats. 
 Sal, W hy all the boyesin Venice follow him, 
 Crying his ftones,his daughter,and his ducats, 
 Sol. Let good Authoniolooke he keepe his day 
 
 | Or he thai pay for this. 
 
 Sal, Marry well remembred, 
 Treaton’d witha Frenchman yefterday, 
 Whe told me, in the narrow feas that part * 
 The Frenchand Englith,there mifcaried 
 A veffell of our countrey richly fraught: 
 I thought: upon Axthonio when he told‘me, 
 And witht 1n filence that it were not his. 
 Sol. You were bett to tell Arthonio what you heare, 
 Yet do notfuddainely, for it may grieve him. 
 Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth, 
 Ifaw Baffanio and Anthonio part, 
 Baffanio told him he would make fome fpeede 
 Of his returne:he anfwered,do not fo, 
 Slubber not bufinefle for my take Baffanio, 
 But {tay the very riping of the time, 
 And for the Zewes bond which he hath of me, 
 Let it not enter in your minde of love: 
 Be merry,and imploy your chiefeft thoughts 
 Tocourtfhip,and fuch faire oftents of love 
 As fhallconveniently become you there; 
 
 | Andeven there his eye being big with teares, 
 
 Turning his face,he put his nand behinde him, 
 And with affection wondrous fencible 
 He wrung Baffanios hand,and fo they parted. 
 Sad, I thinke he onely loves the world for him, 
 I pray thee let vs go and finde him out 
 And quicken his embraced heauinefle 
 With fome delight, or other: re 
 Sal, Do we fo. Exeunt. 
 Enter Nerviffaand a Servitures 
 Ner. Quick,quick I pray thee,draw the curtain ftragr, 
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 The Prince of Arragon hath tane his oath, 
 And comes to his election prefently-; 
 
 Enter eArragon, bis traine, ana Portia. 
 Flor. (ornets. 5 
 Por. Behold, there ftand the caskets noble Prince, 
 If you choofe that wherein Iam contain’d, 
 Straight fhall our nuptiall rights be folemniz d: 
 But if thou faile,wichout more {peech my Lord, 
 You mutt be gonefrom hence immediately. 
 e4r. Lam enjoynd by oath to obferve three things; 
 Firft, never to vnfold to any one ; 
 Which casket ’twas I chofe;next,if I faile 
 Of the right casket,never in my life 
 To wooe a maide in way of marriage: 
 Laftly if I do faile in fortune of my choyfe, 
 Immediately to leave you, and be gone. 
 Por. To thefe injunétions every one doth {weare 
 That comes to hazard for my woithleffe felfe. 
 » Ar. And fo have I addreft me, fortune now 
 To my hearts hope : gold,filver, and bafe lead. 
 Who choofeth me muft give and hazard all he hath. 
 You thall looke fairer ere I give or hazard. 
 What fayes the golden cheft,ha,let me fee: 
 Whochoofeth me, fhall gaine what many men defire: 
 What many men defire,that many may be meant 
 By the foole multitude that choofe by fhow, 
 Not learning more then the fond eye doth teach, 
 Which pries not to th’interior,but like the Martlet 
 Builds in the weather on the outward wall, 
 Even in the force and rode of cafualty. 
 I will not choofe what many men defire, 
 Becaufe I will not jampe with common fpirits, 
 And ranke me with the barbarous multitudes. 
 Why then to thee thou Silver treafure houfe, 
 Tell me once more, what title thou dooft beare; 
 Whochoofeth me fhail get as muchas he deferves: 
 And-wellfaid toe, for who fhall go about 
 Tocofen Fortune, and be honourable 
 Without the ftampe of merit, let none prefume 
 To wearean undelerved dignity: 
 O that eftates, degrees, and eilices, 
 Were not deriv’d corruptly, and that cleare honour 
 Were purchaft by the merrit of the wearer; 
 How many then fhould cover that ftand bare? 
 How many be commanded that command? 
 How much lew pleafantry would then be gleaned 
 From the true feede of honor ? And how much henor 
 Pickt from the chaffe and ruine of the times, 
 To be new varnifht: Well,but tomy choife, 
 Who choofeth me fhall get as much as he deferves. 
 I will aflume defert;give mea key for this, 
 And inftantly vnlocke my fortunes here. 
 Por. Too longa paufe for that which you finde there. 
 Ar. What's heere, the portrait ofa blinking idiot ~ 
 Prefenting me a {cedule, I will reade it: 
 How much vnlike art thouto Portsa? 
 How much vplike my hopes and my defervings? 
 Who choofeth me, fha'l have as muchas he deferves. 
 Did I deferve no more then a fooles head, 
 Is that my prize,are my deferts mo better? 
 Po. To offend and judge are diftin& oifices, 
 And of oppofed natures. 
 er, Whatis here? 
 
 The fier feaven times triea this, 
 
 The eMeerchant of Venice. 
 
 Seaven times tried that judgement #5, 
 That did never choofe amss, 
 
 Somse there be that fhadowes kiffe, 
 Such have but a foadowes bliffe: 
 There be fooles alive Imis 
 
 Silver'd o're,and fo was this: 
 
 Take what wife you will to bed, 
 
 I will ever be your bead: 
 
 So be gone fir,yon are ped. 
 
 er. Still more foole I fhall appeare 
 By the time] linger here, 
 With one fooles head I came to woo, 
 Bat I goaway with two. 
 Sweet adue, fle keepe my oath, 
 Patiently to beare my wroath. 
 
 Por. thus haththe candle fing,d the moath: 
 
 O thefe deliberate fooles when they do choofe, 
 They have the wifdome by their wit to loofe. 
 
 Ner. The ancient faying is no herefie, 
 Hanging and wiving goes by deftiny. 
 
 Per. Come draw the curtaine 2 erriffa- 
 
 Enter Meffenger. 
 
 Mef: Whereis my Lady? 
 
 Por. Here,what would my Lord? 
 
 (Mef. Madam,there is a-lighted at your gate 
 A yong Venetian, one that comes before 
 To fignifie th'approaching of his Lord, 
 From whom he bringeth fenfible regreets; 
 To wit(befides commends and cnrteous breath) 
 Gifts of rich value;yet I have not feene 
 Solikely an Embaffador of love, 
 A day in Aprill never came fo {weeté 
 To fhow how coftly Sommer wasat hand, 
 As this fore-fpurrer comes before his Lord, 
 
 Por. No more J pray thee,I am halfe a-feard 
 Thou wilt 4 anone he is fome kintothee, 
 Thou fpend’tt fuch high-day wit in praifing him: ae 
 Come-come Mebie eas T long tofee Ge 
 Quicke Cxpids Poft, that comes fo mannerly. ee 
 
 Ner. Baffanie Lord,love ifthy will it be. Exewmte | 
 
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 Actus Tertius. 
 
 Enter Solanio and Salarino. 
 
 Sol. Now,what newes on the Ryalto? - 
 
 Sal. Why yet itlives there uncheckt , that Amtbonio 
 hatha fhip of rich lading wrackt on the narrow Seasjthe | 
 Goodwins I thinke they call the place,a very dangerous | — 
 flat,and fatall, where the carcafles of many ataikfhip,lye} 
 buried,asthey fay , if my goffips report be an honft wo-} 
 man of her word. a 
 
 Sol. I would the were as lying a geffip in that, asever | 
 knapt Ginger, or made her neighbours beleeve fhe wept | 
 for the death of a third husband:but itis true , without 
 
 any flips ofprolixity, or croffing the plaine high-way © 
 
 al - 3 the good sAnthonio,the honelt nthe. \O that 
 ada title good enoughtokeépe his name company! 
 Sal. Come,the full fap: e ms ae 
 
 Bo Ha, what fayeft thou,why the end is, he hath loft 
 a 1pe , 
 
- Sal. Vwould it might prove the end of his loffes. 
 Sol. Let me fay Amen betimes , leaft the divell crofle 
 
 my prayer , for here he comes:in thelikenefle of a ew. 
 
 How now Shylocke , what newes among the Merchants? 
 Enter Shylocke. 
 
 Shy. You knew,none fo well , none fo wellas you, of 
 my daughters flight 
 
 Sal. That’s certaine,I for my part knew the Tailor that 
 made the wings fhe flew withall. 
 
 Sol.And Shylocke for his owne part knew the bird was 
 fledg’d,& thenit is the complexion of them all to leave 
 the dam. 
 
 Shy. She is damn‘d for it 
 
 Sel. That’s certaine, if the divell may be her fudge. 
 
 Shy. My owne fiefh and blood to rebell. 
 
 Sol. Out upon it eld carrion, rebels it at thefe yeeres. 
 
 Shy. I fay my daughter is my flefh and bloud. 
 
 _ Sal, There is more difference betweene thy flefh and 
 hers,then betweene let and Iuorie , more betweene your 
 bloods, then there is betweene red wine and rennifh:but 
 
 | tell us,doe you heare whether e-futhonio have had any 
 | loffe at fea or no? 
 
 Shy. There I have another bad match , a bankrout, a 
 prodigall , who dare {carce fhew his head on the Ryalta, 
 abegger that was vid tocome fo {mug uponthe Mart: 
 let him look to his bond,he was wont to call me Viurer, 
 
 | let him looke to his bond, he was wont to lend money 
 
 for a Chriftian curtfie,let him looketo his bond. 
 Sal. Why 1am fure if he forfaite, thou wilt not take 
 
 } his flefh, what’s that good for? 
 
 Shy. To baite fifh withail , if it will feede nothing elfe, 
 it will feede my revenge; he hath difgrac’d me , and hin- 
 dred me halfea million,laught atmy lofles, mockt atmy 
 
 } gaines, {corned my Nation,thwarted my bargaines, coo- 
 | led my friends, heated mine enemies,and what's the rea- 
 } fon?i am a /ew:Hath nora /ew eyesthath nota Jew hands, 
 
 _ | Organs,dimentions, fences, affections, paffions, fed with 
 
 the fame foode, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject ro 
 the fame difeafes , healed by the fame meanes,warmed 
 
 ‘| and cooled by thefame Winter andSommer as a Chri- 
 {tian is?if you pricke us, do we not bleede ? if youtickle 
 
 -us,do we notiaugh? if you poifon us,do we not die?and 
 
 } if you wrong us fhail we not revenge? if we are like you 
 { inthe reft, we will refemble youin that. Ifa /ew wrong 
 | a Chriftian what is hishumility , revenge? Ifa (br iftian 
 
 wrong afew what fhould his {uffcrance be by Chrittian 
 example? why revehge. The villany you teach me! will 
 excente, and it fhall go hard but I will better the in- 
 ftruction. 
 
 Enter a man from Anthonio. 
 
 Gentlemen, my maifter Astbouio isat his houfe , and 
 
 ‘| defiresto {pcake with yon both. 
 
 Sal. We have beene up and downe to feehe him. 
 ‘, Enter Tuball. 
 
 Sol. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot 
 
 be matcht,ynleffe the divell himfelfe turne Jew, 
 : Exeunt Gentlemen, 
 
 Shy. How now Tuball, what newes from Genowa? halt 
 thou found my daughter? ; 
 
 a often came where I did heare of her;but cannot 
 
 “ 
 
 ee f Shy. Why there, there, there, there.,a diamond gone 
 ef coft metwo thon{and ducats in Franckford,the curfe ne- 
 
 _ver fell upon our Nation till now, never felt it till now, 
 
 | tWothoufand ducats in that, and other precious , preci- 
 
 3 The =Meerchant of Venice. 
 
 To ftay you from election. rece 
 
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 ous Jewels : 1 would my daughter weré dead at iny foot, 
 and the jewels ia her eare : would the were hearft at my 
 foote, and the duckets in her coilin : no-newes of them, 
 Why {o?& I know not how much is {pent in the fearch: 
 Why then lofle upon loffe,the theefe goue with fo much, 
 and fo much to finde the theefe, and no fatisfa‘tion , no 
 revenge, nor no ill lucke ftirrirg bat what lights a my 
 fhoyiders, no fighes but am y breathing, notearts but a 
 my fhedding. 
 
 Tub. Yes, other men have ill lucke too » Autkonioasi } 
 heard jin Genowa, 
 
 Shy, W hat, what, what, ill Incke,illlucke. 
 
 Tab. Hath an Argofie caft away comming from Tri- 
 pols. 
 
 Shy. I thanke God, I thanke God, is it true,is it true? 
 
 T#.1 fpoke with fome of the Sayles that efcaped the 
 wracke, 
 
 Shy. Ithanke thee good Tubal, good newes, good 
 newes:ha,ha, here in Genowa. 
 _T#. Your daughter {pent in Genowa, as F heard , one 
 night fourefcore ducats. 
 
 Shy. Thou ftickft a dagger in me, I fhall never fee my 
 gold againe, fourefcore ducats at a fitting,fourefcore du- 
 cats. 
 
 Tu. There came divers of « 4urhonios creditors in my 
 company to Venice, that fweare he cannot choofe but 
 breake, 
 
 _ Shy. Tam very giad of it , ile plague him, ile torture 
 him,lam gladof it. eee 
 Tab. One of them fhewed mea ring that hee had o 
 your daughter fora Monkie, 
 
 Shy. Out upon her, thou tortureft me Tubal, it was’ 
 my Turkis , I had it of Leah whenI wasa Batcheler: I 
 would not have given it fora wilderneffe of Monkies. 
 
 Txb. But Anthonio is certainely undone 
 
 Shy. Nay, that’s trne,that’s very true, go Tubal, fee me 
 
 ‘an Onlicer, befpeake him a fortnight before; 1 will have 
 
 the heart of him ifhe forfeit, for were he out of Venice, 
 Tcan make what merchandize! will:¢o Tubal, and meet 
 me at our Sinagogue, 0 good Tuxbul/, at our Sinagogue 
 Tubalt. Exeunt: 
 Enter Baffanio, Portia,Gratisno,aud all theiv traine. 
 Por. I pray you tarrie, paufe a day or two 
 Before you hazard;tor in choofing wrong 
 I lofe your company, therefore forbeare a while, 
 There’s fomething tels me(but it is not love) 
 I would not lofe you, and you know ycu: felfe, 
 Hate counfailes not in fucha quallity; 
 But leaft you fhould norunderitand me well, 
 And yet a maiden hathno tongue,bat thought, 
 I would detaine you herefome month or two 
 Before you venture for me. I couldteach you 
 How to choofe right,but then Iam forfworne; 
 So will I never be, fo may you miffe me, 
 But if you do, youle make me wifh a finne, 
 That I had beene forf{worne:Befhrow your eyes, 
 They have ore-lookt meand dzyided me, 
 One halfe of me is yours, the other halfe 
 Mine ownel would fay : biit firft mine,then yoiirs, 
 And fo all yours;O thefe naughty times 
 Put barsbetweene the owners and their ‘ights. 
 And fo though yours,not yours(prove it fo) 
 Let fortune goto hell for it,not 1. 
 I {peake toolong,but’tis to peize the time, 
 Toich it, and drawit out in length, 
 
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 Baf. Let mechoofe, 
 For as I am, [live upon the racke. ; 
 Por. Vpon the racke Bafanio,then confefle 
 What treafon there is mingled with your love. 
 Baf. None but that uglic treafon of miftrutt, 
 Which makes me feare the enjoying of my love: 
 There may as well be amitie and life, 
 >Tweene {now and fire, astreafon and my leve, 
 Per.1, but I feare you {peake vpon the racke, 
 Where men enforced doe{peake any thing. 
 Baf: Promife me life,and ile confeffe the truths 
 Por. Well then,confeflc and lives 
 Baf. Confeffe aud love 
 Had beene the very fum of my confeffion: 
 O happy torment, when my torturer 
 Doth teach me an{wers for deliverance: 
 But let me to my fortune and the caskets. 
 Per. Away then,I am lockt in one of them, 
 If you dolove me,you will finde me out, 
 Nerriffa and the reft,ftand all aloofe,. , 
 Let muficke found while he doth make his choife, 
 Then if he loofe he makes a Swan-like end, 
 Fading in mufique. That the comparifon 
 May ftand more proper,my eye fhall be the ftreame 
 And watrie death-bed for him:he may win," 
 And what is mufique then? Then mufique is 
 _ Evenasthe flourish, when true fubjects bowe 
 To a new crowned Monarch:Such it is, 
 Asare thofe dulcet sae in ae of day, 
 4 "That creepe into the dreaming bride-groomes eare, 
 oo him to marriage. Now he goes 
 With no leffe prefence,but with much more love 
 Then yong Alcides, when he did redeeme 
 The virginetribute,paied by howling Trey 
 To the Sea-monfter:I ftand fon facrifice, 
 The reftaloofe are the Dardanian wives: 
 With bleared vifages come forth to view 
 The iffue of thexptoit: Goe Hercules, 
 Live thou, | live with much much more difmay 
 I view the fight, than thou that mak’ ft the fray. 
 Here mujicke. 
 
 en 
 
 A Song the whilft Baflanio comments an the 
 Caskets to binefelfe. 
 
 Tell me where is fancie bred, 
 Or in the heart.or inthe head: 
 How begot, bow nourifhed. 
 It is engendred ix thecyes, 
 With gaxing fed,and Fancie dies , 
 Inthe cradle where it lies: 
 Let ws all ring Fancies knell. 
 Tle begin it. . 
 Ding dong, bell, 
 All. Ding,dong, bell. 
 
 Repliereplie. 
 
 Baff.So may the outward fhowes beleaft themaelves, 
 The world is ftill deceiv’d with ornament. 
 In Law, what Plea fo tainted and corrupt, 
 But being feafon’d with a gracious voice, 
 Obfcures the fhow of evill ? In Religion; 
 What damned error,but fome fober brow 
 | Will bleffe it, and approve it with atext, 
 | Hiding the grofineffe with faire ornament: 
 ‘There is no vice fo fimple,burt aflumes 
 | Some marke of vertue on his outward parts; 
 
 * nn rr rE ttt AE 
 
 ew, 
 
 Thee Merchant of Venice. 
 
 How many cowards,whofe hearts areall as falfe 
 As ftayres of fand, weare yet upon their chins 
 The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars? 
 Who inward fearcht,havelyvers white as milke, 
 And thefe aflume but valors excrement, 
 | Torender them redoubted. Looke on beauty, 
 | And you fhallfee ’tis purchaft by the weight, 
 Which therin workesa miracle in nature, 
 Making them lighteft rhat weare molt of its 
 So are thofe crifped fnakie golden locks i 
 Which makes {uch wanton gambols with the winde 
 Vpon fuppofed faireneffe,oftenknowne 
 Tobe the dowrie of afecond head; 
 The {cul] that bred them in the Sepulcher. 
 Thus ornament is but the guilded fhore 
 To a moft dangerous fea : the beautious fearfe 
 Vailing an Indian beauty; Ina word, =~ 
 The f{eeming truth which cunning times put on 
 Tointrap the wifeft. Therefore thou gaudy gold, 
 Hard food for A4idas, I will none of thee, - 
 Nor none of thee thou pale and common drudge 
 *Tweene man and man:but thou,thou meager lead 
 Whichrather threatneft than doft promife ought, 
 } Thy paleneffe moves me more than eloquence, 
 And here choofe I,joy be the confequence. 
 Por. How all the other paffions fleet to ayre, 
 As doubtfuli thoug hts, and rafh imbrac’d defpaires. 
 And fhuddring feare,and greene-eyed jealoufie. 
 O lovebe moderate, allay thy extafie, 
 In meafure raine thy joy,fcant this exceffe, 
 I feele too much thy bleffing,make it lefle, | 
 For feare I furfeit, 5 
 Baf. W hat finde I here? 
 Faire Portias counterfeit. W hat demie god 
 Hath come fo neere creation? move thete eles? 
 Or whether riding on the bals of mine 
 Seerne they in motion?Hereare fever’dlips 
 Parted with fuger breath,fo {weet a barre 
 
 Should funder {uch {weet friends:here in her haires © ; 
 
 The Painter plaies the Spider and hath woven 
 
 A golden meh rintrap the hearts of men 
 
 Fafter then gnats in cobwebs:but her eyes, 
 
 How could he {ee to do them ? having made one, 
 Methinkes it fhould have power to fteale both his: 
 Andleave it felfe ynfurnifht:Yet looke how furre — 
 
 The fubftance of my praife doth wrong this fhadow — a 
 
 In vnderprifing it, fo farre this fhadow 
 
 Doth limpe behinde the fubftance. Here’s the {croule, . 
 
 The continent,and fummary of my fortune. 
 
 You that choofé not by the view, 
 Chance as faire,and choofe as true, 
 Since this fortune fals to yon, 
 Be content,aud feeke no new. 
 Ifyou be well pleafed with this, 
 e-ind bold your fortune for your biiffe, 
 Turne you where your L aay is, 
 etna clarme her with a loving keffe. 
 
 Baf. A gentle fcroule;Faire Lady,by your leave, 4} 
 Icome by note to give, and toreceive, ; 
 
 Like one of two contending inaprize 
 
 That thinks he hath done well in peoples eyes: 
 Hearing applaufeand univerfall fhout, 
 
 Giddy in {pirit, fill gazing in a doubt 
 Whether thofe peales of praife be his or no. 
 
Sothrice faire Lady ftand I even fo, 
 As doubtfull whether what I fee be true, 
 Vntill confirm’d, fign’d, ratified by you. 
 Por. Youflee my Lord Baffiane where I ftand, 
 
 | Sach as I am;though for my {elfe alone 
 
 I would not be ambitious in my wilh, 
 
 To with my felfe much better,yet for you, 
 
 1 would be trebledtwenty times my feife, 
 Athoufand times more faire,ten thoufand times 
 More rich,that to ftand hichin your account, 
 
 I might in vertues, beauties, livings, friends, 
 Exceed account:but the full {amme of mé 
 
 { Isfum of nothing:which to terme in grofle, 
 
 Is an vnleffoned.girle; vn{chool'd,vnprattiz’d; 
 Happy in this,the is got yet fo o!d 
 
 But fhe may learne:happier then in this 
 
 Shee is not bred fo duil but fhe camlearne; 
 
 Happiett of all,is that her gentle {pirit 
 
 Commits it felfe to-yours tobe directed, 
 As from her Lord, icr Governour, her King: 
 
 | My {elfe,and what is mine,to you and yours 
 
 Ts now converted. But now I was the Lord 
 Of this faire manfion,maifter of my fervants, 
 
 | Queene ore my {elfe: andeven now,but now: 
 | This houfe,thefe fervants, and this fame my felfe 
 | Are yours,my Lord, I give them with this ring, 
 
 Which when you part from, loofe,or give away, 
 
 of Let it prefage the ruine of your love, 
 } And be my vantage to exclaime on you- 
 
 Ba. Maddam,you have bereft me ofall words, 
 
 Onely my bloud {peakes to you in my veines, 
 _And there is {uch confafion in my powers, 
 j Asafter fome oration fairely {poke 
 
 | aay Bya beloved Prince,there doth appearé 
 
 Among the buzzing pleafed muttitude, - 
 Where every fomething being blent together; 
 Turnes to a wilde of nothing,tave of joy 
 Expreft, and not.expreftsbut when this ring 
 
 | Parts from this finger,then parts life from hence, 
 
 O then be bold to fay Baffanso’s dead. 
 Ner. My Lord and Lady, it is now our time 
 
 } That have ftood by and feene our wifhesprofper, 
 To cry good joy,good joy my Lordiand Lady. 
 
 Gra. My Lord Saffanso,; and my gentle Lady, 
 
 > Tl iwih youalhthe joy that you can wifh: 
 
 For Iam fure you can with none from mes 
 
 _ | And when your Honours meane to {olémnize 
 
 ve The bargaine of your faith:I do befeech you 
 
 | Even at that time I may be married too. 
 
 Baf. With all my heart,fo thou canft geta wife. ' 
 Gra. 1 thanke your Lordthip,you baue got me ones 
 
 | My eyesmy Lord can looke as {wiftas yours: 
 
 You {aw the miftres,! beheld the maid: 
 
 ~ | You lov’d,I lov’d for Intermifiion, 
 
 | No more pertaines tome my Lord than you; 
 | Your fortune {toed upon the caskets there, 
 
 And fo did mine too’, as the matter falls: 
 
 | For wooing heete vatill I {wet againe, 
 | And {wearing till my very rough was dry 
 | With oathes of love,at laft, if promife lafty 
 
 IT got a promift of this faire one heere- 
 To have her love: provided that your fortune 
 
 % | Atchiev'd her miftreffe. 
 
 | Bal Anddo you Gratiano meane good faith? 
 
 Por. 1s thistrue Nerriffa. : 
 Ner. Madam itis {0,0 you {tand pleas’d-withall, 
 
 La : The MM 
 
 erchavt of Venice. 
 
 Gra. Yes faith my Lord. . 
 _ Saf. Our feaft thali be much honored in your mar- 
 riage. 
 Grt. Weele play with them the firft boy for a thon- 
 fand ducats. 
 Ner. W hat and {take downe? 
 Gra. No; we thall ne're win at that {port,and Rake 
 downe. 
 But who comes heere?Lorenzo and his Infidel? 
 What and my old Venetian fiend Salerio? 
 
 Enter Lorenzo, leffica, and Salerio. 
 
 Baf: Lorenzoand Sakerio, welcome hither, é 
 If that the youth of m y new intereft heere 
 Have power to bid you welcome: by your leave 
 I bid my very friends and Countrimen ’ 
 Sweet Portia welcome. 
 Por. So do 1 my Lord,they are intirely welcome. 
 Lor.t thanke your honor:for my part my Loyd, 
 My purpofe was not to have feehe you heere; 
 But meeting with Salerio by the way, fe 
 He did intreate mee pat all {aying nay : 
 Tocome with him along. 
 Sal. Ididmy Lord, 
 And have reafon for it, Signior e4athonte 
 Commends him to you. 
 Baf. Ere I ope his Letter — 
 I pray youteli me how my good friend doth. 
 Sat. Not ficke my Lord,vnlefle it be in mind, 
 Nor well, vnieffe in minde:his Letter there 
 Will fhew you hiseftate. 
 
 Opens the Letter. 
 
 Gra. KN erriffa, cheere yond ftranger,bid her welcome, Sin 
 
 Your hand Salerio,what’s the newes from Venice? 
 How doth that royal! Merchant good e4uthonio; 
 
 I know he will be glad of our ficceffe, 
 
 Weare the fafons;we have won the fleece. 
 
 Sal. T would you had won the fleece that he hath loft: 
 Por. There are fome fhrewd contents in yond fame 
 Paper, : ; 
 That fteales the olour from Baffianos cheeke, 
 
 Some deere friend dead, elf nothing in the world 
 Could turne fo much the Conftitution 
 Ofany conftant man. What,worle and worfe? 
 With leave Baffaniol am halfe your felfe, 
 And matt freely have thé halfé of any thing 
 That this fame paper briags you. 
 
 Baf. O {weet Portia, 
 Heere are a few of the vnplea(ant’ft words 
 That ever blotted paper. Gentle Lady 
 When I did firft impart my love to you, 
 I freely told you all the wealth I had 
 Ran in my veines: 1 wasa Gentleman, 
 And then I told you true:and yet deere Lady, 
 Rating my felfe at nothing, you fhall fee” 
 How much! wasaBraggart,whenItoldyou.  _ 
 My ftate was nothing, I fhould then have told you 
 That I was worfethan nothing: for indeede 
 I have ingag’d my’felfe to adeere friend, 
 Ingag'd my friend tohis meere enemy 
 To feede my meanes: Heere isa Letter Lady, 
 The paper as the body of my friend, . 
 And every word in ita gaping wound ; 
 Iffuing life blood. Butis it true Salerin, =< © 
 
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 Hath all his ventures faild! what not one hit! 
 From Tripolis,from Mexico and England, 
 From Lisbon,Barbary,and India, 
 And not one veffell {cape the dread full touch 
 Of Merchant-marring rocks? 
 Saé. Not one my Lord. 
 Befides, it fhould appeare, that if he had 
 The prefent money to difcharge the Iews 
 He would not take it:never did I know 
 _A creature that did beare the fhape of man 
 So keene and greedy to confound a man. 
 He plyes the Duke at morning and at mght, 
 pee doth impeach the freedome of the ttate 
 If they deny him juftice. Twenty Merchants, 
 The Duke himfelte, and the Magnificoes 
 Of greateft port have all perfwaded with him, 
 But gone can drive him from the envyons plea 
 Of forfeiture,of juftice,and his bond. 
 Tef. When I was with him,I have heard him fweare 
 To Tuball.and to (bss, his Countri-men, 
 That he would rather have Asthonio’s fleth, 
 Then twenty times the value of the fumme 
 That he did owe him:and I know my Lord, 
 Iflaw, authority, and power deny not, 
 It will go hard with poore Anthonio. 
 Por. Is it your deere friend that is thus in trouble? 
 Baf. The deereft friend to me,the kindeft man, 
 The beft condition’dsand vnwearied {pirit 
 In doing curtefies and one in whom 
 The ancient Romane honour more appeares 
 Then any that drawes breath in Italy. 
 Por. What fumme owes he the lew? 
 Baf. For me three thonfand ducats, 
 Por. What, no more? 
 Pay him fixethoufand,and deface the bond: 
 Double fixe thoufand, and then treble that, 
 Before a friend of this defcription 
 Shall lofe a haire through my Baffanie’s fault. 
 Firft go with me to Church, and call me wife 
 - And then away to Venice to your friend: 
 ‘For never fhall you lic by Portias fide 
 “With an vnquiet foule. You fhall have gold 
 To pay the petty debt twenty times over. 
 When it is payd,bring your true friend along, 
 My maid 2 erriff4, and my felfe meane time 
 Will live.as maids and widdowes;come away, 
 For you fhall hence upon your wedding day: 
 Bid your friends welcome,fhow a merry cheere, 
 Since you are deere bought, I will love you deere. 
 But let me heare the letter of your friend. 
 
 Sweet Ballanio , my Ships have all mifcarried,my Credi- 
 tors grewcruellmy eftate ts very low, my bond tothe lewis for- 
 feit and fince im paying st,it is impo[fible | fronld leve,all debts 
 arecleerd hetweencyon and 1 , if I might [ee you at my death: 
 notwithitanding fe your pleafure, sf yortr lane do mot per[wade 
 you to come, let wot my letter. 
 
 Por. O.love!difpatch all bufines and be gone. 
 
 Baf- Since | have your good leave to go away, 
 I will make haft; but till 1 come againe, 
 Nobed thall ere be guilty of my flay, » 
 Nor reft be interpofer twixt us twaine. 
 
 Enter the Tew,and Solanio, and Axnthonio, 
 andthe Iaylor. 
 
 | dew. Jaylor,looketo him, tell not me of mercy, 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 The Merchant of Venice. 
 
 This isthe foole that lends out money gratis. 
 Iaylor, looke to him. 
 
 ent. Heare meyet good Shylok. 
 
 Jew. Ile have my bond, fpeake not againft my bond, 
 I have {worne an oath that I will have my bond: 
 Thou call’dit me dog before thou hadft a caufe, 
 But fince I am adog, beware my phangs, 
 The Dake fhall grant me juftice: 1 do wonder 
 Thou naughty Iaylor,that thou art fo fond 
 To come abroad with him at his requeft. 
 
 An. I pray thee heare me {peake. 
 
 Tew, Te have my bond,I wilt not hearethee fpeake, 
 Ile have my bond, and therefore {peake no more. 
 Ie not be made a foft and dull-ey’d foole, 
 Ta fhake the head,relent,and figh, and yeeld 
 ToChriftian interceflors: follow not, 
 Ile have no {peaking,I will have my bond. 
 
 So. It isthe moft impenetrable curre 
 That ever kept with men. 
 
 Ant. Let him alone, 
 Ile follow him no more with bootleffe prayers: 
 He feekes my life,his reafon well I know; 
 I oft deliver'd from his forfeitures 
 Many that have at times made mone tome, 
 Therefore he hates me. 1 
 
 Sol. Tam fure the Duke will never grant this forfei- 
 
 Exit lew. | 
 
 ture to hold. 
 Ax, The Duke cannot deny the courfe of law; 
 For the commodity that ftrangers have 
 Withus in Venice, if it be denied, 
 Will much impeach the juftice of the State, 
 Since that the trade and profit of the citty 
 Confifteth of all Nations. Therefore go, 
 Thefe greefes and loffes have fo bated mee; 
 That I {hall hardly fparea pound of fleth 
 To morrow,to my bloudy Creditor. 
 Well laylor,on,pray God Baffanio come 
 To {ee me pay his debt, and then I care not. 
 
 Exeunt | 
 
 Enter Portia, Nerriffa, Lorenzo, leffica, and aman of 
 Portias, 
 
 Ler. Madam, althongh 1 fpeake it in you prefence. 
 
 You have a noble anda true conceit 
 Of god-like amity, which appeares moft ftrongly 
 In bearing thus the abfence of your Lerd. 
 But if you knew to whom you fhew this honour, 
 How truea Gentleman you fend releefe, 
 How deerea lover ofmy Lord your husband, 
 I know you would be prouder of the worke 
 Then cuftomary bounty canenforce you. 
 
 Por. I never did repent for doing good, 
 Nor fhall not now :for in companions 
 That do converfe and waite the time together, 
 W hofe foulesdo beare un egal yoke of love, 
 There mutt be needs a like proportion 
 Of lyniaments,of manners and of {pirit, 
 Which makes methinke that this nshonio 
 Being the bofomelover of my Lord, 
 Mutt needs be like my Lord. If it be fo, 
 How little is the coft I have beftowed 
 In purchafing the femblance of my foule, 
 From out the {tate of hellith cruelty. 
 This comes too neere the praifing of my felfe, 
 Therefore no more of it:heere other things 
 Lorenzo I commit into your hands, 
 
The husbandry and mannage of my honfe, 
 
 Vatill my Lords returne;fer mine owne part 
 
 I have toward heaven breath’d a fecret vow, 
 0 livein prayer and contemplation, 
 
 Onely attended by Nerriffzheere, 
 
 Vntill her husband and my Lords returne: 
 
 There is a monaftery too miles off, 
 
 And there we will abide. Ido defire you 
 
 Not to denie this impofition, 
 
 The which my love and {ome neceffity 
 
 Now layes upon you. 
 
 Lor. Madame, with all my heart, 
 
 I fhall obey you in all faire commands. 
 
 Por. My people doalready know my minde, 
 _ And will acknowledge you and /effica 
 In place of Lord Zafauo and my {eife. 
 
 So fare you well till we thali mecre againe. 
 
 Zor. Faire thoughts & happy houres attend on-you; 
 
 Zef. I with your Ladifhip all hearts content. 
 
 Por. I thanke you for your wifh,and am well pleas'd 
 To with it backe on you:faryouwell /effica. Exeunt. 
 Now Balthazar,as 1 have ever found thee honeft true, 
 So let me finde thee ftill:rake this fame letter, 
 | And ufe thouall the indeavor of a man, 
 
 In {peed to Mantua, fee thou render this 
 
 Into my cofins hand, Doctor Belario, 
 
 And looke what notes and garments he doth give thee; 
 _Bring them I pray thee with imagin’d {peed 
 Vnto the Tranect, to the common Ferrie 
 
 Which trades to Venice;waft no time in words, 
 | Butget hee gone, I thall be there before thee. 
 
 Bat. Madam, I go withall convenient. {pecd. 
 
 Po. Come.on Nerriffa, L have worke in hand 
 That you yet know not of:wee'll fee our husbands 
 Bafore they thinke of us? _- - 
 
 Ner. Shal they fee us? 
 | _ Por. They thall Nerrifa : butin fucha habit, 
 That they fhall thinke we are accomplithed 
 
 With that we lacke; Ile hold thee any wager 
 When we are both accoutered like yong men, 
 
 Ile prove the prettier fellow of the two, 
 An dweare my dagger with the braver grace, 
 And {peake betweene the change of man and boy, 
 
 With a reede voyce,and turac two minfing feps 
 | Intoa manly ftride;and {peake of frayes 
 Likea fine braeging youth:and tell quaint lyes 
 How honourabie Ladies fought my love, 
 Which I denying,they fell ficke and died, 
 I could not do withall:then He repent, 
 _ | And with for all that,that { had not kil'd them; 
 And twenty of thefe puny lies Ie tell 
 That men thall{weare I have difcontinued {choole 
 | Abovea twelve moneth:I have within my minde 
 Athoufand raw tricks of thefe bragging lacks, 
 Which I will practife. 
 Ner, Why , hall wee turne to men? 
 Por. Fie, what a queftions that, 
 
 Ifthou wart nere a lewd interpreter? 
 
 But come, Ile tell thee all my whole device 
 When I am inmy coach, which ftayes for us 
 Atthe Parke gate; and thereforehafte away, 
 | For we muft meafure twenty miles to day. Excpnt. 
 
 Ester Clowne and leffica. 
 
 Clowne. Yes truly ; for looke you,the finnes of the Fa. 
 
 The M. Pichia of. Venice, 
 
 | fhew the whole wealth of thy. wit in gn inftant ;,1 pray 
 
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 ther are to be laid upoit the children,therefore I promife 
 you, I feare you ,I was alwaies plaine with you, and fo 
 now I {peake my agitation of the macter:therefore be of 
 good cheere,for truly I thinke youare damn’d , there is 
 but one hope in it that can do you any good , and thatis 
 but a kinde of baftard hope neither. 
 
 Jef. And what hope is that I pray thee? 
 
 Clow. Marry you may partly hope that your father got 
 you not,that youare not the lewes daughter. 
 Jef. That were a kinde of baltard hope indeed , fothe 
 
 fins of my mother fhould be vifited upon me. 
 
 Claw. Truly then I feare you are damned both by fas 
 ther and mother , thus when I fhun Seila your father, I 
 fall into Charibdis your mother ; well, you are gone both 
 waies. 
 
 tef: { Shall be fav’d by my husband, he hath made me a 
 Chriftian. . 
 
 (Yow. Truly the more to blame he, we were Chritti- 
 ans enow before, e’neas many as could well live one by 
 another:this making of Chrittians will raifethe price of 
 Hogs; if wee grow all tobe porke-caters , wee fall not 
 fhortly have a rather on the coales for money. 
 
 Enter Lorrenzo. 
 
 lef: Ile tell my husband Lancelet What you fay, heere he 
 comes. 
 
 Lor.I thall grow jealous of you fhortly Lancelet,if you 
 thus get my wife intocorners? 
 
 lef. Nay, youneed not feare us Lorenzo, Lancelet and | 
 Tare ont, he tells me flatly there is ino mercy for mee in 
 heaven,becaufe I ama lewes daughterand hee iaies you 
 areno good member of the common wealth, forin.con- 
 verting Iewes to Chriftians, you raife the price of Pork. 
 
 Lor. | fhall anfwere that better tothe Commonwealth 
 than you can the getting up of the Negroes belly-: the 
 Moore is with childe by you Lanncelet. 
 
 Clow. It is much that the Moore fhoald be more then 
 reafon:but if the beleflethen an honeft woman, the is ia- 
 deed more thea I tooke her for. 
 
 Lor. How every foole can play upon the word,} think 
 the beft grace of witte will fhortly turne into filence,and 
 difcourte grow commendable in none.Onely but Parrats: 
 80 in firra,bid them prepare fordinner?: ©.) me asiot 
 
 Ctow. That is done fir, they have all ftomacks?, «<7 
 Lor. Goodly Lord,what a witte-{napper are youjthen 
 bid them prepare dinners ne, 
 
 Clow. That is done too fir, onely cover is the word. 
 
 Lor. Will you cover than fir? 
 
 Clow, Not fo fir neither, | know my.dutys ». 
 
 Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occafion , wilt:thon 
 
 thee vnderftanda plaine man in his plaine meanings gor 
 to thy fellowes, bid them cover the table, ferve inthe 
 meat, and we will come into dinner-.- wae 
 (‘ow. For the table fir, it fhall be fery7d.io, for the meat 
 fir,it fhallbe covered, for your comming ia to dinnet fir, 
 why let it beas humors andconceits {hall governes 
 fog 0 bepedt Chowpescaiicd is) ; 
 Lor.O deare difcretion; how his words arefuted, 
 The foole hath planted. ia his memory. 
 An Army of good words, and I do know, 
 A many fooles that fand.in better place, 
 Garniftht like him, that‘for a trickSe word 
 Defie the matter: how cheer'ft thou leffica, 
 And now.good {weet {ay thy opinion, 
 
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 Hovsdoft thou like the Lord Baffiane’s wife? 
 Jef: Patt all expreffing,it is very mecte 
 The Lord Baffianio livean upright life 
 For having fuch a bleffing in his Lady, 
 
 He findes the joyes of heaven heere on earth, 
 And if on earth he do not meane It, it 
 Is reafon he fhould never come to heaven? 
 Why, if two gods fhould play fome heavenly match, 
 And on the wager lay twe earthly women, 
 ‘And Portia one:there mutt be fomething elfe 
 Paund with the other,for the poore rude world 
 Hath not her fellow. 
 
 Lo. Even {uch a husband 
 Haft thon of me, as fhe is fora wife. 
 
 Jef: Nay, butaske my opiniontoo of that? 
 
 Lor. 1 willanone, firft let'us go to dinner? 
 
 Ief: Nay, let me praife you while I have a ftomacke? 
 
 Lor. No pray thee, let it ferue for table talke, 
 Then how fom ere thou{peak{t ‘mong other things, 
 I fhall digeft it? 
 
 “Jef: Well, ile fet you forth. Excunt. 
 
 eAfus Quartus. 
 
 * 
 
 Enter the Duke,the Magnificoes, Anthonio,Bafanie, 
 1ORS and Gratiano 
 
 Sean 
 
 Duke. What, is e4nthonie heere? 
 
 ent. Ready, fo pleafe your grace? 
 Dw.1 am forry for thee,thou arecome to anfwere 
 
 A ftony adverfary, an inhumane wretch, 
 Vncapable of pitty,voyd, and empty 
 From any dram of mercy. 
 
 Ant. Vhave heard © 
 Your grace hath tane great paines fo qualifie 
 His rigorous courfe:but fince he ftands obdurate, 
 And that no lawfullmeanes can carry me 
 Out of his envies reach,I dooppofe 
 My patience to his fury,and am arm’d 
 Tofuffer with a quietnefle of fpirit, 
 The very tiranny and rage of his. 
 Du. Go oneand call the lew intothe Court. 
 
 Sal, He is ready at the doore,hecomes my Lord. 
 
 Enter Shylocke. 
 Ds. Make-roome,and let him ftand before our face. 
 ’ Shylocke,the world thinkes, and I thinke fo too 
 Thar thou bat leadft this fafhion of thy mallice 
 ‘Te the laft houre of act, and then ’tis thought 
 “Thou'lt thew thy mercy and remerfe more ftrange, 
 Than is thy ftrangeapparant cruelty, ; 
 And where thou now exact’{t the penalty,’ » 
 Which is'a pound of this poore Merchants flefh 
 Thou wilt not onely loofe the forfeiture, © - 
 But touch’d with humane gentleneffeand love. 
 Forgive a moyty of the principal, ~ 
 Glancing an eic of pitty on his loffes 
 That have of late fo hudled on his backe, © 
 Enow to preflearoyall Merchant downe; 
 And plucke commiferation of his ftate 
 From braffie bofomes,and rough hearts of Aint, 
 From ftubborne Turkes and Tarters never traind 
 
 > 
 
 To offices of tender curtefie, 
 
 Weall expect agentle anfwer lew? | 
 lew. I have pofteit your grace of what I purpofe, 
 
 And by our holy Sabbath have I fworne 
 
 To have the due and forteit of my bond. 
 
 If you deny it,let the danger light 
 
 Vpon your Charter,and your Cities freedome. 
 
 You'l aske me why I rather choofe to have 
 
 A weight of carrion fieth, then to receive 
 
 Three thoufand Ducats? Ile not anfwer thats 
 
 But fay it ismy humor ; Is it anfwered? 
 
 What if my honfe be troubled with a Rat, 
 
 And I be pleas’d to give ten thoufand Ducates 
 
 To have it bain’d? What,are you anfwer'd yet? 
 
 Some men thereare love not a gaping Pigge: 
 
 Some that are madde,if they behold a Cat: 
 
 And others, when the bag-pipe fings ith nofe, 
 
 Cannot containe their Vrine for affection. 
 
 Maifters of paffion fwayes it to the moode 
 
 Of what it likes or loaths,now for your anfwer: 
 
 As there is nu firme reafon to be rendred 
 
 Why hecannot abide a gaping Pigge? 
 
 Why he a harmleffe neceflary Cat? 
 
 Why hea woollen bag-pipe:but of force ’ 
 
 Mutt yeeld to fuch inevitable fhame, 
 
 As to offend himfelfe being offended: 
 
 Socan I givenoreafon, nor I will not,’ 
 
 More then a lodg’d hate, anda certaine loathing 
 
 I beare Anthonso,that I follow thus 
 
 A loofing fuite againft him? Are you anfwered? 
 
 Baf. This is no an{wer thou vnfeeling man, 
 
 To excufe the currant of thy cruelty. Bi 
 Jew. 1 am not bound to pleafe thee with my anfwets | 
 Baf. Do all men kil the thing they do notlove? 
 Jew. Hates an y man the thing he would not kill? “~ 
 Baf. Every offence is nota hateat firft. a 
 few. What wouldft thou have a Serpent fting thee | 
 
 twice? i 
 
 ent. I pray'you thinke you queftion with the lew: | 
 
 You may as Well go ftand upon the beach, ve 
 
 And bid the maine floed bate his vfuall height, 
 
 Or evenas Well vfe queftion withthe Wolfe, 
 
 The Ewe bleate for the Lambe : when you behold, 
 
 You may as well forbid the Mountaine Pines 
 
 To wagge their high tops,and tomake nonoife 
 
 When they are fretted with the gufts of heaven: 
 
 You may as well do any thing moft hard, 
 
 Asfeeketo foften that,than which what harder? 
 
 His lewith heart. Therefore I do befeech you 
 
 Make no more offers,vfe no farther meanes, 
 
 toe 
 
 | Buc with all briefe and plaine conveniency 
 
 Let me have judgement, and the Iewhis will 
 Baf: For thy three thoufand Ducates heere is fixe 
 lew. If every Ducat in fixe thonfand Ducates 
 
 Were in fixe parts,and every part a Ducate, 
 
 I would not draw them, I would have my bond? — 
 Dx, How halt thou hope for mercy,rendring none? | 
 Tem, What judgement fhallI dread doing‘no wrong? id 
 
 You haveamong you many a purchaft flaue, oe 
 
 Which like you Affes,and your Dogs and Mules, | 
 
 You vfe inabject and inflavith part, 
 
 ‘Becaufe your bonght them. Shall I fay to you, 
 
 Let them be free,marry them to your heires? we 
 
 Why fweate they under burthens?Lettheirbeds. | 
 
 Be made as foft as yours: and let their pallats 
 
 - Be feafon’d with fiich Viands : you willanfwer | 
 
T he»Meerchant of Vi wiied 
 
 The flaves are ours: So dol anfwer you. 
 
 © | ‘The pound of féth-which:T demand of him 
 
 Is deerely bought; tis mine,and I will have it. 
 
 . | Ifyou deny me, fie upon your Law, 
 
 There isno force in thedecrees of Venice; 
 I ftand for judgement,anfiwer,Shall.i have it? 
 ‘Dz. Vpon my power I may difmiffe this Court, 
 
 Vnlefle Belarioa learned Doctor, 
 Whom I have fent for to determine this, 
 Come. heere to day. 
 
 Sal. My Lord, heere ftayes without 
 A Meffenger with Letters trom the Doctor, 
 
 | New come from Padua. 
 
 D4. Bring us the Letters, Call the Meflengerss 
 
 Bef. Good. cheere Authonio. What man , corage yet: 
 
 The lew thal! have my flefh, blood,bones,and all, 
 
 __ | Ere thou thalt loofe for me one drop of blood. 
 
 Ant. \ ata atainted Weather of the flocke, 
 Mecteft for death, the weakeft kinde of fruite 
 
 ae Drops earlieit to the ground, fo let me; 
 
 } You cannot better be employ'd Baffanio, 
 
 . | Then to live ttill,and write mine Epitaph. 
 
 Enter Nerriffas 
 
 |) =Ds.Came you from Padua from Bellario? 
 
 Ner. From both. 
 
 _ 4 MyLord Belario greets your Grace. 
 
 Baf. Why dott thou whet thy knife fo carneftly? 
 Jew. To cut the forfeiture from that banlarout there« 
 Gra. Not on thy foale : but on thy foule harfh lew 
 
 || Thou mak’ft thy knife keene : but no mettall can, . 
 
 No, not the hangmans Axe beare halfe the keenneffe 
 
 : | OF thy tharpe enuy. Can no prayers piercethee? 
 
 ge Va hey FG 
 
 EN A cl ROT Be SI AED eas eC Ne 
 
 dew, No,none that thou hoaft wit enough to makes 
 Gra. O be thou damn’d,inexecrable dogge, 
 
 And for.thy life let juftice beaccus’d: 
 
 Thou almoit mak’ft me waver in my faith; - 
 
 | To hold opinion with Pythagoras, 
 
 That foules of animals infufe themfelves 
 
 | Into the trunkes of men. Thy currith {pirit 
 
 | Govern’d.a Wolfe, who hang’d for humane flanghter, 
 | Even from the galiowes-did his fellioule fleet; 
 
 { And whil'ft thou layeft in thy unhallowed dam, 
 
 | Infus'd it felfe in thee : For thy defires 
 
 | Are Wolvith;bloody,terv’d,and ravenous. | | 
 | _ Jew. Tillthou cantt raile the {eale from off my bond 
 
 | Thou bot offend’tt thy Lungs to {peale foloud: 
 
 | Repaire thy wit soot 
 
 { To endleffe ruine. I ftand heere for Law. 
 
 youth,or it will fall 
 
 Du, This Letter from Bellariodoth commend 
 
 { A yong and Learned Do@or in our Court; 
 } Where is he? 
 
 Ner. He attendeth heere hard by. ; 
 
 | To know your anfwer,whether you’] admit him. 
 
 Des With all my heart. Somethree or four’ of you 
 Go give him curteous conduct tothis place, 
 Meane time the Court fhall heare Belarioes Letter. 
 
 : Y Our Grace foall underftand, that at the receite of your Let- 
 | F ter] am-very ficke : bus in the infant that your meffenger 
 | Came, in loving vifitation , was with me 4 young Dotlor of 
 | Rome , bis nemesis Balthaff: : 1 acquainted him with the canfe | 
 
 smaportensty, to fil up your Graces rejueft in my fread. 1 befeech 
 70% , let his lacks of years be no smpediment to let him lacke a 
 reverend eitimation: for I never kaewe fo yong a body, with fo 
 old ahead. I leave bime to your gracious acceprance whofe triat 
 Shall better pibte{h bis commendation. 
 
 Enter Portia for Bat bazar 
 
 Dz. Y ou heare the learn’d Bellario what he writes, 
 
 And heere( I take it)is the Doctor come: 
 
 Give me your hand : Came yon from old Bellario? 
 Por. I did my Lord. 
 De. You are welcome:take your place; 
 
 Are you acquainted with the difference 
 
 That holds this prefent queftion in the Court. 
 For. 1am enformed throughly of the caufe. 
 
 Which ts the Marte heere2and which the Iew? 
 Du. Anthonio and old Shylockesboth ftand forth. 
 Por. Is your name Shylocke. 
 
 Jew. Shylocke is my name. 2 3% 
 Por. Of a ftrange nature isthe fute you follow,# 
 
 Yet in fuch rule,that the Venetian Law; 
 
 Cannot impugne youas you de proceed, 
 
 You ftand within his danger,do you not? » 
 ent. I, {o he fayes. 
 
 Po. Doyou confeffe the bond? 
 
 An. do. 
 
 Por. Then mutt the Iew.be mercifull. 
 Jew. On what compulfion mutt I ? Tell me thate 
 Por. The quality of mercy isnot ftrain’d, . 
 
 It droppeth as the gentle raine from heaven 
 
 Vpon the place beneath. It is twice bleft, 
 
 It bleffeth him that gives,and him that takes, 
 
 ‘Tis mightieft in the mighticft, it becomes 
 
 The throned Monarch better then his Crowne. 
 
 His Scepter fhewes the force of temporall power, 
 
 The attribute.toawe and Ma jetty, 
 
 Wherein doth fitthe dread and feare df Kings: 
 
 But mercy is aboue this {ceptred {way, 
 
 It is enthroned inthe hearts of Kings, 
 
 It is an attribute to God himfelfe; 
 
 And earthly power doth then fhew likeft Gods 
 
 When mercy feafons Iuftice. Therefore lew, 
 
 Though Iutticé be thy plea, confider this, 
 
 That in the courfe of Inftice, none of us 
 
 Should fee falvation:we do pray for mercy, 
 
 And that {ame prayer,doth teach us all torender 
 
 The deeds of mercy. I have {poke thus much 
 
 Tosnittigate the juftice of thy plea: 
 
 Which if thou follow, this tric courfe of Venice vi 
 
 Mutt needes give fentence gainft the M erchant there. 
 Shy. My deeds upon my head,I crave the Law, 
 
 The penalty and forfeite of my bond. , 
 
 ' Por. Is. henorable ta difcharge the money? 
 Bal. Yes,heere I tender it for hin in the Court, 
 
 Yea,twice the fumme,if that will not fuitice, 
 
 1 will bebound to pay it tentimes ore, 
 
 On forfeit of my hands,my head,my hearts 
 
 Ifthis will noe fwhceit mufappeare,  .. . 
 
 That malice beares downe truth. And I befeech you 
 
 Wreit once the Law toyour authority. 
 
 Todo a great right, doa little wrong. 
 
 in Controverfie, berweene the lew and Anthonio the Mer-,| And curde this cruell divell of hiswill . .. 
 (| chant: We rurn'd ore many: Bookes together : hee is furmfoed | Por. It muft notbe,there is no power in Venice 
 | with my opinion which bettred with his owne learnin the great- | Can altera decree eftablithed: 
 | *effe whereof cannot enough commend, comes with him at my | “Twill be recorded for a Prefident, 
 
The Merchant of Venice. 
 
 And many anerror by the fame example; 
 Will ruth into the ftate:It cannot be. 5 
 jew. A Daniel come to judgement, yea 2 Daniel. 
 © wife young Iudge, how do I honour thee. 
 Por. I pray you let melookeupon the bond. — 
 lew. Heere *tis moft reverend Doctor, heere tt 1s. 
 Por, Shylocke, there’s thrice thy mony offered thee: 
 Shy. Au: oath,an oath, I have an oath in heaven: 
 Shall Hay perjury upon my foule? 
 No not for Venice. 
 Por. Why thisbond isforfeit, 
 And lawfully by this the lew may claime 
 A pound of flefh, tobe by him cut off 
 Neereft the Merchants heart ; be mercifull, 
 Take thrice thy money, bid me teare the bond. 
 Jew, When itis paid according to,the tenure. 
 It doth appeare you are a worthy ludge: 
 1 Youknow the Law, your expofition : 
 Hath beene moft found. I charge you by the Law, 
 Whereof you are a well-deferving pillar, 
 Proctedeto judgement : By my foule I{weare, 
 There is no power in the tongue of man 
 Toalter me:I ftay heere on my bond. 
 e-4n. Mott heartily Ido befeech the Court 
 To givethe judgement. 
 Por. Why then thus it ist EMR £6 
 You muft prepare your bofome for his knife. 
 Tew. O noble Iudge,O excellent yong man. 
 Por. For the intent and purpofe of the Law 
 Hath full relation to the penalty, 
 Which heere appeareth due upon the bond. 
 lew.’ Tis very true:O wile and upright ludge, 
 How much more elder artthouthen thy lookes? 
 Por. Therefore lay bare your bofome. 
 Tew. 1, his breft, 
 So fayes the bond, doth it rot noble Tudge? 
 Neereft his heart,thofe are the very wards.’ 4 
 Por. itis {0 : Are thereballance heere to weigh the 
 flefh? 
 Tew. I have them ready. 
 Por. Have by fome Surgeon Shylock on your charge 
 To ftop his wounds, leaft he fhould bleede to death. 
 Tew. Itisnot nominated in the bond? 
 Por. It is not forexpreftzbut what of that?} 
 *T were good you do fo much for charity. 
 Jew. \ cannot finde it,’tis not in the bond. 
 Por. Come Merchant, have youany thing to fay? 
 ent. But litle : 1 amarm’ed and well prepar’ 
 Give me your hand Baffanie, fareyou well. 
 Greeve not that Iam falne to this for yous 
 For heetcin fortune fhewes her felfe more kinde 
 Then is his cuftome. Itis ftill herufe 
 To let the wretched man ont-live his wealth, 
 To view withhollow eye, and wrinkled brow 
 An age of poverty. From which lingring penance 
 Of fuch a mifery,doth the cut me off: 
 Commend meto your honourable Wife, 
 Tell her the proceffe of e4uthosio's end: 
 Say how I lov’d you ; fpeake me faire in death: 
 Andwhen the tale is toid, bid her be judge, 
 Whether Baffanio had not oncea Loves 
 | Repent not you that you fhall loofe your friend, 
 And he repents not that he payes your debt, 
 For ifthe Tew do cut but deepeenovgh, 
 Ie pay it inftantly, withall my heart- 
 Ba/. Anthonio,l am married toa wife, 
 
 Te ftay nolongerqueftion- 
 
 Which isas deereto measiife it felfe, : 
 But life ic felfeymy wife and all the world, 
 Are not with me efteem’dabove thy lifes 
 1 would loofe ail, I facrificethemall 
 Heere to this devill , to deliveryou dz 
 Por. Your wife would give you little thanks for thar, 
 If the were by to heare you make the offer: 
 Gro. Lhave awife whom I proteft I love, in 
 I would the were in heaven,fo fhe could 
 Intreat fome power to change this currifh Tews 9" 
 Ner. Tis well you offer it behinde her backe, 
 The with would make elfe an vnquiet houfe. 
 lew. Thefe bethe Chriftian husbands:I haveadaugh- 
 Would any of the ftockeof Barrabas 
 Had beene her husband,rather thena Chriftian. 
 We trifletime;I pray theepurfue fentences E 
 
 Por. A pound of that fame merchants flefh is thine, — 4 
 
 The Court awards it;und the law doth give its 
 lewsMott rightfull Iudge. 
 
 Por. And you muft cut this fieth from off his breaft, 
 
 The Law allowes it, and the Court awards it. 
 
 lew. Moft learned Indge, afentence, come prepare. Tha 
 
 For. Tarty alittle, there is fomething elfe, 
 This bond doth give thee heere no jot of bloud, 
 The words exprefly area pound of flefh: 
 Then take thy bond,take thou thy pound of fleth, 
 But in the cutting it;ifthou doft {hed 
 One drop of Chriftian bloud,thy lands and goods 
 Are by the Lawes of Venice confifeate aor: 
 Vato the ftate of Venice. 
 Gra. O upright Iudge, 
 Marke Iew, O learned Iudge. 
 Shy. Isthat the law? 
 Por. Thy felfe thalt feethe Ac: 
 For as thou urgeft juftice, beaffur'd 
 Thou thalt have juttice more then thou defirelt. ' 
 Gra. O learned Iudge,marke Iew,a learned Indgey — 
 Jew. I take this offer then,pay thebondthricey 
 And let the Chriftian go. 
 Baf. Heere is the mony- 
 
 Fer. Soft,the lew fhall haveall j uftice foft,no halte, 7a 4 
 
 He hall havenothing but the penalty. 
 Gra. O lew, an upright Iudge, a learned Iudge. 
 Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flefh, 
 
 Shed thou no bloud,nor cut thou leffe nor more 
 
 But jufta pound of ficth : if thou tak’ft more 
 
 Or lefferhena juft pound,be it fo much 
 
 As makesit light or heavy in the fubftance, 
 
 Or the devifion of the twentieth part 
 
 Of one poore feruple, nay if the fcale do turne 
 
 But inthe eftimation of a hayre, 
 
 Thou dieft,and allithy goods are confifcate, 
 
 Gra. A fecond Danie!, a Daniel lew, 
 
 Now infidell Ihave thee on the hip. r One 
 Por. Why doththe Iew paufe,take thy forfeiture. 
 Shy. Give memy principall,andlet me gow = * 
 Baf. Vhave it ready for thee,heere it is. 
 
 Por. He hath refus’dit in the open Court, 
 
 He fhall have meerly juftice and his bond. 
 Gra. A Daniel {till fay I, a fecond Daniel, 
 
 T thanke thee lew for teaching me that word. 
 
 Shy. Shall I not have barely my principal? 
 Por. Thou {halt have nothing butthe forfeiture, — 
 
 Tobe taken foat thy perill lew. Se ; 
 
 Shy. Why then the Devill give him good of it: 
 
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The Merchant of Venice. 
 
 | Por, Tarry lew, 
 - The Law harh yetanother hold on you. 
 ' Itis enacted in the Lawesof Venice, 
 
 ‘| Ifitbe provedagainft an Alien, 
 
 That by direct, or indirect attempts 
 He feeke the life of any Citizen, 
 The party ’gainft che which he doth contrive, 
 Shall feaze one halfe his goods,the ether halfe 
 | Comesto the privy coffer of the State, 
 And the offenders lifelyes inthe mercy 
 Of the Duke onely, ’gainft all other voyce- 
 In which predicament I fay thou ftand{t: 
 For it appeares by manifelt proceeding, 
 That indirectly and directly too 
 Thou had contriv’d againft the very life 
 Of the defendant : and thou haftincar’d 
 The danger formerly by me rehearft. 
 Downe theretore, and beg mercy of the Duke. 
 Gra. Beg that thou maift have leaveto hang thy felfe, 
 And yet thy wealth being forfeit to the ftate, 
 Thou hait not keftthe value of acord, 
 Thereforethou muft be hang’d atthe ftatescharge + 
 Duk, That thou fhalt fee the difference of our {pirit, 
 I pardon thee thy life before thou aske it : 
 _ | For halfe thy. wealth, it is Anzbonto’s, 
 _ | The other halfe comes tothe generall ftate, 
 | Which humbleneffe may drive untoa fine, 
 Por. I for the ftate, not for «4nthonso. 
 | Shy. Nay, take my life andall, pardon not that, 
 Youtake my honfe, when youdoe take the prop 
 | That doth fuftaine my houfe : you take my life 
 
 a | When you doe take the meanes whereby I live. 
 
 Por, What mercy can yourender him Anthonso? 
 
 Gra, A halter Gratis, nothing elfe for Gods fake. 
 
 | _ Ant. So pleafe my Lord the Duke, and all the Court 
 __| Toquite the fine for one halte of his goods, 
 
 | Tamcontent : fo he willlet me have 
 
 | The other halfe in ufe, to render it 
 
 | Vpon his deach, unto the Gentleman 
 
 . | Thatlately ftole hisdaughter. ° 
 
 __ | Two things provided more, that for this favour 
 | He ptefently become a Chriitian : 
 | The other, that he doe recorda gift 
 
 | Heerein the Court ofall he dyes pofleft 
 | Vnrohis{foune Lorenzo, and his daughter. 
 | Duk He thall doe this, or elfe I doe recant 
 The pardon that I late pronounced heere. 
 Por, Art thou contented lew 2 what doft thou fay ? 
 Shy. 1 am content. 
 Por. Clarke, draw a deed of gift. 
 _ $y. I pray yougive me leave to goe from hence, 
 Tam nor well, fend the deed afier me, 
 | And I will figne it. 
 | Duk. Get thee gone, but doe it. 
 | . Gra. Inchriftning thou halt have two godfathers, 
 | Had I beene judge, thou fhouldft have had tenmore, 
 | Tobring thee to the gailowes, norto the font. _ Exst. 
 
 |. Dewk, Sir Tintreat you with me home to dinner. 
 
 ‘: | Por. I humbly doe defire your Grace of pardon, 
 
 Be  Imuft away this night toward Padua, 
 
 -{ And it ismecteT prefently fet forth. __ a 
 | Duk. Tam forry that your leyfureferves younot : 
 Authonio  greatific this gentleman, : 
 For in my mind, you are much bound to him. 
 Bs ae. Exit Duke and bis traine. 
 Baf,Mofk worthy gentleman, I andmy freind 
 
 ad 
 
 ey 
 
 Have by your wifedome beene this day acquitted 
 
 Of greevous penalties, in lieu whereof, 
 
 T bree thoufand Ducatsdue untothe lew 
 
 We freely cope your carteous paines withall. 
 eft. And (tand indebted over and above 
 
 In love and fervice to youevermore. b3 
 
 Por, He is well paid that is well fatisfied, 
 And I delivering you, am fatisfied, 
 
 And therein doe account my felfe well paid, 
 My mind wasaever yet more mercinary. 
 
 Ipray you know me when we meete againe, 
 I with you well,’and fo I take my leave. - 
 
 Baf. Deare fir, of force I muti accempt you further, 
 Take fome remembrance of us as atribute, 
 
 Notasafee : grant metwo things, | pray you 
 Not to deny me, andto pardon me 
 
 Por. You prefle me farre, and therefore I will yeeld, 
 Give me your gloves, Ile weare ther for your fake, 
 And for your love Ile take this ting from you, 
 
 Doe not draw backe your hand, ile take no more, 
 And you iniove fhall nor deay me this? 
 
 Baf, This ringgood fir, alas itis atrifle, — 
 I will not fhame my felfeto give you this. 
 . Por. I will have nothing elfe but onely this, 
 Andnow methinkes J hayea mind to it. 
 
 Baf. There’s more depi nds on this then on the valews 
 The deareft ring in Venice will I give you, 
 And find it out by proclamation, 
 
 Onely for this I pray you pardon me. & 
 
 Por, | {ee fir you are liberall in offers, 
 
 Yontaught me firft tobég, and now me thinkes 
 Youteach me how a begger fhould be anfiver’de 
 
 Baf. Good fir, this ring was given me by my wife, 
 And when fhe put it on, fhe made me vow 
 That I fhould neither fell, nor give, nor lofe it. 
 
 Por. Thattcafe ferves many men co fave cheir gifts, 
 Andif your wafe be nox a mad oman, 
 And know how weil | havede‘e:v'd this ring, 
 Shee would not hold out :nemy for ever 
 For giving it to me: weil, peace be. wich you. 
 
 Ant. My Lord Baffanio, let nim ha. etne ring, 
 Let hisdefervingsand mylove withall 
 Be valued again‘t your wives commandment, 
 
 Baf. -Goe.Gratiano, run and over-t ke hiany 
 Give him the ring, and bring him if thou canft 
 Vato Anthonios houfe, away, make haite. Exit Grati. 
 Come, you and I will thither prefently, 
 And in the morning early will we both 
 Flye toward Belmont, come Antionte. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Portia, and Nerriffa. 
 Por. Enquire the Iewes houfe out, give him this deed, 
 And let him figne it,we'll away to night, 
 And bea day before our husbands howe : 
 This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo. 
 Enter Gratsana. 
 Gra. Faire fir, you are well ore-tanes 
 My L. Baffanie upon more advice,, . 1... 
 Hath fent you heere this ring, and doth intreat 
 Your company atdinner. 
 Por. Thatcannotbes. » 43! 
 His ringI doe accept moft thankefully, 
 And fo I pray you tell him : furthermore, 
 I pray you thew nay youthrold Shy/ockes houfe. 
 Grats. That will I doe. 
 Ner. Sir, lwould{peake with you: - 
 
182 
 
 Ile fee if I can get my husbands ring 
 
 Which I did make him fweareto keepe forever. 
 Por, Thou maift I warrant,we fhall have old twearing 
 
 | That they did give therings away to men ; 
 
 But weele out-facethem, and out-fweare them too: 
 
 Away, make hafte, thou know’ft where I will tarry. 
 
 Ner. Come good fir, will you fhew me to this houfe. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Actus Quintus. 
 
 Exter Lorenzo and Jefficas } 
 
 Lor. The moone fhines bright. in fuch a night as this, 
 When the {weet winde did gently kaffe thetrees, 
 And they did make nonoy(e, in facha night 
 | Treylue me thinkes mounted the Troian wall, 
 | And figh’d his foule toward the Grecian tents 
 Where Creffed lay that night. 
 
 fef. Infuch anight. 
 Did Theby fearefully vre-trip the dewe, 
 And faw the Lyons fhadow ere himfelfe, 
 ‘And ranne difnayed- away. 
 
 Loren, In fuchanight 
 Stood Dido witha Willow in her hand 
 Vponthe wilde fea bankes, and waft her Love 
 To come againe to Carthage. 
 
 Jef. In {uch a night 2 
 | Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs 
 That did renew old Ejon. 
 Loren. In facha night 
 | Did /effica fteale from the wealthy Iewe, 
 And with an Vathrift Lovedid runne from Venice, 
 Asfarre as Belmont, 
 
 Jef. And in fuch a night. 
 Did young Lorenzo{weare he lov'd her well, | 
 Stealing her foule with many vowes of faith, 
 And ne’re a true one. 
 
 Loren. And in fucha night 
 Did pretty Jeffica (like alittle throw) 
 Slander her Love, and he forgave it her. 
 
 Jef. T would out-night you did no body come : 
 But harke, I hearethe footing ofa man. 
 
 Enter Melfenger. ; 
 
 Lor. Who comes fo fat in filence of the night ? 
 CMe. A friend. (friend ? 
 Loren. A friend, what friend? your mame I pray you 
 Mef: Stephanois my name,and I bring word. 
 | My Miftreffe will before the breake of day < 
 Be heereat Belmont, fhe doth {tray about 
 By holy croffes where the knecles and prayes 
 For happy wedlocke houres. 
 
 Loren. Who comes with her ? 
 - Mefe None buta holy Hermit and her maid : 
 I pray you is my Mafter yet recurn’d ? 
 
 Loren. He isnot, nor we have not heard from him, 
 But go wein I pray thee deffica, 
 And ceremonioufly let us prepare 
 Some welcome forthe Miftreffe ofthe houfe, 
 
 Enter Clovne. 
 
 Clo. Sola, fola: wo ha ho, fola, fola- 
 
 The Merchant of Venice. 
 
 Loren, Who calls? . ay 
 (le.Sola,did you fee M.Lerenzo, and M.Lerenza,fola, 
 Ler, Leave hollowing man, here. (fola. 
 Clo. Sola, where, where ? 
 
 Lor. Heere? 
 Clo. Tell him ther’s a Poft come from my Mafter,with | 
 
 his horne full of good newes, my Mafter willbe here ere 4 : 
 
 morning {weet love. ae 
 Loren. Let’sin, and there expect their comming: 
 
 And yetno matter : why fhould we goe in? 
 
 My friend Stephano fignitie pray you 
 
 Within the honfe, your Miftreffe is at hand, 
 
 And bring your mufique forth into theayre. ni. 
 
 How {weet the moone-light fleepes upon thisbanke, | 
 
 Heere will we fit, and let the founds of Maficke 
 
 Creepe in our eares ; foft ftilnes; and the night 
 
 Become the tutches of {weet harmony : 
 
 Sit leffica, looke how the floore of heaven 
 
 Is thicke inlayed with patterns of bright gold, 
 
 There's not the {malleft orbe which thon beholdft 
 
 But in hismotion like an Angell fings, . 
 
 Still quiring to the ycung eyed Cherubins; 
 
 Such harmony is in immortall foules, 
 
 But whilft this muddy vefture of decay 
 
 Doth grofly clofe init, we cannot heareit : 
 
 Come hoe, and wake Diana with a bymne, 
 
 With fweeteft tutches pearce your Miftreffe care, 
 
 And draw her home with muficke: tsa 
 Jeff. Yam never merry when] heare {weet mufiquee | 
 
 Play muficke. | 
 
 Lor. The reafonis, your {pirits are attentive : 
 
 For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard 
 
 Or race of youthfulland unhandled colts, 
 
 Fetching mad bounds, bellowing andneighing lond, 
 
 Which is the hot condition of their bloud ¢ 
 
 If they but heare perchance a trumpet found, 
 
 Or any ayre of muficke touch their eares, 
 
 You fhall perceive them make a mutuall ftand, 
 
 Their favage eyesturn’dtoa modeft gaze, | 
 
 By the fweet power of muficke : therefore the Poet 
 
 Did faine that Orphess drew teares, flones, and floodss 
 
 Since naught fo ftockifh, hard, and fall ofrage, 
 
 But muficke for the time doth change his nature, 
 
 The man that hath no muficke in himfelfe, 
 
 Nor isnot moved withconcord of {weet founds, 
 
 Is fit for treafons, {tratagems, and {poyles, 
 
 The motions of his {piritare dullas night, 
 
 REGS EE a aaa ee eee 
 
 And his affeCtions darke as Erebus, 
 Let no fuch man be trufted : marke the muficke. 
 
 Enter Portiaand Nerriffa. 
 
 * Por. That light we feeis burning in my hall: 
 
 How farre that little candellthrowes his beames, © 2 P| 
 So fhines a good deed in a naughty world, (dle? | 
 a Ride moone fhore we did not fee the can-} 
 or. Sodoth the greater glory dim the leffe 
 A fubftitute fhines bristly ‘Ss aKin ; 
 Vntilla King be by, and then his ftate 
 Empties it felfe, asdothan inland brooke : 
 Into the maine of waters : amfique, harke. Affi 
 Ner. It is your muficke Madam of thehoufe. 
 Por- Nothing is good I fee without refpe@, 
 Methinkes it founds much fweeter then by days 
 Ner. Silence beftowes that vertne onit Madam, < _ 
 For. The Crow doth fing as fweetly as the Larke 
 cae aca 
 
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 “When tieither is attended : and I thinke 
 
 The Nightingale if the fhould fing by day 
 
 “When every Goofe iscackling, would be thought 
 
 No bettera Mufitian then the Wren ? 
 
 | How many things by feafon, feafon’d are 
 -Totheir right praife, and rue perfectioni: 
 
 | Peace, how the Moone fleepes with Endimion, 
 
 And wouldnot beawak’d _ 
 
  Muficke ceafes. 
 
 Lor. That isthe voyce, 
 
 Or Iam muchideceiu’d. of Portsa. 
 
 | kow by the bad voyce? 
 ~ Lor, Deere Lady welcome home ? 
 
 Which fpeed we hopethe better for our words, 
 Arethey return’d? 
 - Lor. Madam, they are not yet : 
 But there is come a Meffenger before 
 _ | To fignifie rheir comming, ' 
 | Pore Goce in Nerrifa, 
 “| Give order to my fesvants that they take 
 | Nonoteatall of our being abfenthence, 
 | Nor you Lorenzo, Ieffica nor you. 
 | et Tuckes founds. . 
 _. Lor... Your husband is at hand, I heare his Trumpet, 
 Weareno tell-tales Madam, feare younot.  - 
 Por. Thisnight me thinkes is but the daylight ficke, 
 Ielookes a little paler, ‘tisaday: ; 
 } Such asthe day is, when the Sun is hid. 
 
 Enter Baffanio, eAnthonie, Gratiane, and their 
 Followers. 
 
 } Towhom I am fo infinitely bound. : 
 | Por. You fhould in all fence be much bound to him, 
 _ | For as I heare he was much bound for you. 
 
 | . Aut. No more then Iam well acquitted of. 
 
 Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our houfe : 
 
 Tt muft appeare in other wayesthen words, 
 | Therefore | {cant this breathing curtefie. 
 _ Gra. By yonder Moone I {weare you doe me wrong, 
 - | Infaith I gaveitto the Iudges Clearke, 
 
 _ | Would he were gelt that had it for my part, 
 J Since youdoe take it Love fo muchat heart. 
 
 | Por, A quarrell hoe already, what's the matter ? 
 Gra. About a hoope of Gold, a paltry Ring 
 That fhe did give me, whofe Peete was 
 | For all the world like Cuilers Poetry 
 Vponaknife ; Love me, and leave me not. 
 Ner. What talke you of the Poefie or the valew : 
 
 You {wore to me when I did giveit you, 
 That you would weare it till the houre of death, 
 
 And that it fhould lye with youin yeur grave, 
 Thongh not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, 
 { You thould have beene refpective and have kept it. 
 | Gave ita Iudges Clearke : but well I know 
 
 i , = — Ti be Merchant of Venice. 
 
 Per. He kaowesmeasthe blind man knowes the Cuc- 
 
 Por. We have beene praying for our husbands welfare 
 
 The Clearke will ne’re weare haire on’s face that had it. * 
 
 Gra. He will, and if he liveto bea man. 
 _XNer. If, ifa Womanlivetobe aman. 
 Gra. Nowby thishand'I gave it to a youth; 
 A kind of boy, a litele ferubbed boy, 
 No higher then thy felfe, the Iudges Clearke, 
 A prating boy that begg’d itasa Fee, 
 I could not for my heartdeny it him. i 
 Por. You were too blame, I muftbeplaine with you, 
 Topart fo flightly with your wives firlt gift, 
 A thing ftucke on with oathes'upon your finger; 
 And fo riveted with faith unto your flefh. 
 I gave my Lovea Ring, and made him fweare 
 Never topart with it, and heere+he ftands: 
 I dare bef{worne for him, he would not leave it, 
 Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth 
 That the world maiters. Now in faith Gratiane, 
 You give your wife too unkind’a caufe of gricfe, 
 And ‘twere to me I fhould be mad arit. 
 Baf. Why I werebeftto cut my left-hand off, 
 And {weare | loft the Ring defending it, 
 Gra. My Lord — gave his Ring away 
 Vntothe Iudge that begg’d it, and indeed 
 Deferv'd it too: and then the Boy hisClearke 
 That tooke fome paines in writing, he begg’d mine, 
 And neither man nor mafter would take onght 
 But the two Rings. 
 Por. What Ring gave you my Lord?» 
 Not that hope which youreceiv'd ef me. 
 Baf: If Tcould addea lye untoa fault, 
 I would deny it: but yon fee my finger 
 Hath notthe Ring upon it, it isgone. 
 Por, Andeven fo voide is your falfe heagt of truth. 
 By heaven will ne’recome in your bed 
 Vntill I fee the Ring. 
 Ner. Nor | inyours, till I againe fee mine. 
 Baf. Sweet Portia, 
 If you did know to whom I gave the Ring; 
 If youdid knew for whom I gavethe Ring’, 
 And would conceive for what I gave the Ring, 
 And how unwillingly I left the Ring, 
 When nought would be accepted but the Ring, — 
 You would abate the ftrength of your difpleafure 2 
 Por. If you had knowne the vertue ofthe Ring, 
 Or halfe her worthineffe that gave the Ring, 
 
 - Or your owne honour to containe the Ring’, 
 
 Your would not then have parted withthe Ring : 
 
 What man is therefo much unreafonable, 
 
 If you had pleas’d to have defended it - 
 
 Wich any termes of Zeale : wanted the modefty 
 
 Tourge the thing held asaceremony : 
 
 Nerriffa teaches me whatto beleeve, 
 
 Ile dye for’t, but fome Woman had the Ring? 
 
 Baf. Noby mine honor Madam, by my foule 
 
 No Woman had it, but a civill Doctor, ; 
 
 Which did refnfe three thoufand Ducates of me, 
 
 And begg’d the Ring ; the which I did deny him, 
 
 And fuffer’d him to goedifpleas’d away : : 
 
 Even he that had held up the very life = 
 
 Of my deere friend. What fhould I fay fweet Lady? 
 
 I was infore’dtofenditafterhim, — 
 
 I was befet with fhame and curtefie, 
 
 My honor would not let in gratitude erie 
 
 So much befmeare it. Pardon me good Lady, 
 
 And by thefe bleffed Candles of the night, 
 
 Had you beene there, I thinke you would have begg’d 
 
 The Ring ofme, to give thee worthy Doctor. 
 Rey 
 
 Per. 
 
184. 
 
 Por. Letnotthat DoStor ere comeneere my houfe, 
 Since he hath got the jewell that I loved, 
 And that which youdid {weare to keepe forme; 
 I will becomeas liberall as you, 
 Ile not deny himvany thing | haye, 
 No, not my body, nor my husbands bed : 
 Know him I fhall, Iam well fore ofit. 
 Lye not a night from home. Watch me like Argus, 
 If you doenot, if I beleft alone, 
 Now by mine honor which is yet mine owne, 
 Ile have the Dotor for my bedfellow- : 
 Ner. And [his Clarke ; therefore be well advis’d 
 How yon doe leave me to mine owne protection. 
 Gra. Well, doe you fo : let not me take him then, 
 For if I doe, ile mar the yong Clarkes pen. 
 Ant. Lamthunhappy fubjec of thele quarrels. 
 Por. Sir, grieve not you, 
 You are welcome notwithftanding. 
 Baf. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong, 
 And in the hearing of thefe many friends 
 1 fweare tothee, ‘even by thine owne faire eyes 
 Wherein I fee any felfe. 
 Por, Marke-you but that ? 
 In both mine-eyes he doubly fees himfelfe : 
 In each eye:one,fweare by your double felfe, 
 And there’s an oath of credit. 
 Baf. Nay, but heare ‘me. 
 | Pardon thisfault, and by my fonle I {weare 
 | I never more will breake an oath with thee. 
 | <Anth. I once did lend my body for thy wealth; 
 Which but for him that had your husbands ring 
 Had quite mifcarried. I dare be bound againe, 
 My foule upon the forfeit, that your Lord 
 Wi Lnever more breake faith advifedly, 
 Por. Then you fhall be his furety: give him this, 
 And bid him keepe it better then the other, 
 ent. Heere Lord Baffanio, {wear to keepe this ting. 
 Ba. By heavemitisthe fame I gave the Doftor. © 
 Por. [had it of him: pardon Bafana, 
 For by this ring the Dostor lay with me. 
 Ner. And pardonme my gentle Gratiano, 
 For that fame {crubbed boy the Doctors Clarke 
 In liew of this, laft night did lye with me. 
 Grs. Why this is like the mending of high wayes 
 ‘In Sommer, where the wayesare faire enough : 
 | Whar, are we Cuckolds ere we have deferv’d it? 
 
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 Por. Speake not fo groflely, you areallamazd; 
 Heere is a letter, reade it atyour leyfure,. 
 It comes from Padua from Belario. 
 There you fhall find that Portia was the Doftor, 
 Nerriffa there hex Clarke. Lorenzo hetre 
 Shall witnefle I fet forthas foone as you, 
 And but ev’n'now return’dsI havé nog yet. 
 Eoutred my houfe. e4ethonio youare welcome, 
 And | have better newes in flore for you 
 Than you expect : unfeale this letter foone, 
 There you fhall find three of your Argofies 
 Are richly come to harbour todainly. 
 You fhallnot know by what ttrange accident 
 I chanced on this letter. 
 Anth, Lam dumbe. ag 
 Baf. Were youthe Dogtor, andI knew younot? | 
 Gra. Were you the Ciarke that isto make me cuckold? | 
 Wer. I, but the Clarke thatnever meanes to doeit, |” 
 Voleffe he live untill he bea man. ¢ i See 
 Baj. (Sweet Doctor) you thall be my bedfellow, | 
 When I am abfent, thenlye with my wife. a ae 
 Ant. (Sweet Lady) you have given me life and living; | 
 For heere I reade for certaine that my fhips 
 Are fafely come to Rodes. : 
 Por. tiow now Lorenzo? 
 My Clarke hath fome good comforts too for you. . 
 Ner, ¥,and ile give them him without a fee, 
 There doe I give to you and /effica . 
 From the rich !ew, a {peciall deed of gift 
 After his death, of ali he dyes poffeff’d of. - 
 Loren. Faire Ladies you drop Mannainthe way 
 Of ttarved people. 
 Por. Itisalmoft morning, 
 And yet Iam {ure you are not fatisfied 
 Of thefe eventsat full. Let us goe in, 
 And charge us there upon intergatories, 
 And we will anfwer all things faithfully. 
 Gra. Let it be fo, the firlt intergatory. 
 That my Werrs{fa fhall be {worne on, is, 
 Whether till the next night fhe had rather flay, = 
 Or gocto bed, now being two houres today, 
 But were theday come; | fhould with it datke, 
 Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke. 
 Well, while ive, Ile feare no other thing 
 
 | So fore, as keeping fafe Nerriffjas ring. 
 
 FINIS, 
 
Enter Orlando and Adam. 
 
 Orlando. 
 
 PAGS S I remember Adam, it wasupdn this fathion 
 Me bequeathed me by will, but 4 poore thenfand 
 laf Crownes, and as thou faift, charged my bro- 
 wre#® ther on his bleffing to breed me well : jand 
 there begins my {adneffe : My brother Jaques he keepes 
 _| atfchoole, and report {peakes goldenly of his profit ; 
 | for my part,he keepes me ruttically at home,or (to {peake 
 More properly ) ttayes me heere at home unkepr: for call 
 | you that keeping fora gentleman of my birth, that difé 
 
 | better, for befides that they are faire with their feeding, 
 _ | they are taught their mannage, and to that end Riders 
 “| deerely hir’d; but I (his brother) gaine nothing under 
 him-but growth , for the which his Animals on his 
 dunghils are as much bound to him as I: befides this ne- 
 | thing that he fo plentifally gives me, the fomething that 
 | nature gave me, his countenance feemes to take from 
 me: he lets me feede with his Hindes, barres me the 
 | place ofa brother, and as much asin him lyes,mires my 
 gentility with my education. This isit 4 daw that grieves 
 me, and the {pirit of my Father, which I thinke 1s with: 
 in me, begins to mutiny againit this’ fervitude. T will 
 ino longer endure it, thoughyet I kaow no Wife remedy 
 how toavoid it. : 
 aN Enter Otver. 
 Adam. Yonder comes my Matter, your brother. 
 Orlan. Goce apart e4dim, and thou fhalt heare how 
 he will thake meup. 
 | 08. Now Sir, what make you heare ? 
 Orla. Nothing : 1am not taught to make any thing. 
 Ok. W hat marre you then fir ? 
 ~ | Orla. Marry fir, | am helping youto marre that which 
 | God made, apoore unworthy brother of yours with idle- 
 | neffe. 
 i: - Marry fir be better employed, and be naught a 
 _ | while, 
 | Orla, Shal! 1 keepe your hogs, and eat buskes with 
 | them? what prodigal porcion have I fpent,that I fhould 
 | come to fuch penury ? . 
 | 04. Know you where you are fir? 
 Orls, O fir, very well: heere in your Orchard. 
 | 04. Know you before whom fir ? 
 |. Orla. 1, better then him I am before, knowes me: I 
 | know youare my eldeft brother, and in the gentle con- 
 __ | dition of bloud you fhould fo know me : the courtefie of 
 _| Nations allowes you my better, in that you are the frit 
 | » but thefametradition takes not away my blond, 
 . | Were there twenty brothers betwixtus: I have as much 
 
 ey \ ‘ ate iF 
 LING ZS O)-ARCKS LEONG 
 
 Asyou ee 
 
 | fersnot from the ftalling ofan Oxe ? his horfes are bred. 
 
 eA clus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 ———3- 
 
 of my father in me} as you, albeit I confeffe your com- 
 ming before me is neerer to his reverence. 
 
 Oli. What Boy. sist (this. 
 
 Orla. Come, come elder brother, yon are too yong in 
 
 O4. Wilt thon lay hands on me villaine ? 
 
 Orla. I am no viilaine ; Iam the yongeft fonne of fir 
 Rowland de bores, ie was my father, and he is thrice a 
 villaine that fayesfuch a facher begot villaines: wert thou 
 not my brother, I would not take-this hand from thy 
 throat, till this other bad puld out thy tongue, for faying 
 fo, thou haft raild on thy felfe, 
 
 Adam, Sweet Matter be patient, for your Farhers re- 
 membrance, beat accord, 
 
 O4, Letme goe | fay. 
 
 Orla, Twillnottill I pleafe : you thal heare me : my 
 father charg’d youin his will to give me good educati- 
 on: you havetrain’d me like a pezant, ob{curing and 
 hiding from meall gentleman-like qualities: the {pirit 
 of my father growes ftrong in me, and I will ‘no longer 
 endare it : thereforeallow me furch exercites as may be- 
 comea:gertleman, ' or give me the poore allottery my 
 father left me by teftamenc, with chat I wil! goe buy my 
 fortunes. : 
 
 O4. And what wile thou doe ? beg when that is {pent ? 
 ‘Well fir, get you in. I willnor tong be troubled with 
 you + you fhall have fome part of your will, 1 pray you 
 leave me. 
 
 Orla, [willno further offend you, then becomes me 
 fur my good. 
 
 Ol. Getyou with him, you old dogge. 
 
 eAdam. Is old dogge my reward: moft true, 1 have 
 loft my teeth in your tervice sGod be with my old ma- 
 fter, he would not have {poke fuch a word. Ex. Ort,Ad. 
 
 O4, Is it even fo, begia you to grow upon me? I will 
 phyficke your ranckeneffe , and yet give no thoufand } 
 €rownes neither : holla Dexa. 
 
 Enter Dennis, 
 
 Den. Calls your worthip. 
 
 O45. Was not Charlesthr Dukes Wrafle heere to fpeake 
 with me ? 
 
 Den. So pleafe you, he is heereat the doore, and im- 
 portunes accefle to you. ; 
 
 04s. Call him in "twill bea good way :andto morrow 
 the wraftling is. 
 
 ‘ Enter Charles. 
 
 Char. Good morrow to your worship. 
 
 Ol. Good Mounfieur Charles : what’sthe new newes 
 at thenew Court? ~ : gl 
 
 Char. There's nonewes atthe Court fir, but the old | 
 newes:thatis, theold Duke is banifhed. by his yon= |. 
 ger brother the new Duke, and three ot foure loving | 
 
 Q3 Lords 
 
ae 
 
 Lords have put themfelves into voluntary exile with 
 him, whofelands and 
 therefore he gives them good leave to wander. 
 
 Olj. Canyou tell if Rofalind the Dukes daughter be 
 banifhed with her Father ? 
 
 Cha. O no; for the Dukes daughter 
 joves her, being ever fromtheir Cradles bred t ether, 
 that he would have followed her exile, ot have ied to 
 ftay behind her ; fhe is at the Court and no leffe beloved 
 of her Vincle, then his owne daughter, and never two 
 Ladies loved as they doe. 
 
 O4, Where will the old Duke live ? 
 
 Cha. They fay heisalready in the Forreft of Arden, 
 anda many merry men with him; and there they live 
 like the old Robin Hoodof England: they fay many yong 
 Gentlemen flocketo him every day, and fleet the time 
 carelefly'as they did in the golden world. 
 
 O4. What, you wrattle tomorrow before the new 
 Duke? : 
 
 Charl. Marry docl fir : and I came to acquaint you 
 with a matter: Lam given fir fecretly tounder{tand, that 
 
 - your yonger brother Orlando hatha difpofition to come 
 in di(guis'd againft me to try a fall: to morrow fir I 
 wrattle for my credit, and he that efcapes me without 
 {ome brokenlimbe, fhallacquit him well : your brother 
 is but young and tender, and for yourlove I would bee 
 lothto foyle him, asi muftfer my owne honour if he 
 come in: therefore out of my love to you, Icamehither 
 toacquaint you withall, that either you might ftay him 
 from hisintendment, or brooke fuch difgrace well as he 
 fhallranne into, inthat it isa thing of hts owne fearch, 
 and altogether againft my will. 
 
 Oli. Charles,  thanke thee for thy love tome, which 
 thou fhalt find I will moft kindly requite: I had my 
 felfe notice of my Brothers purpofe heerein, and have by 
 under-hand meanes laboured to diflwade him from it ; 
 buthe is refolute. Iletell thee Charles, itis the ftubbor- 
 neft yong fellow of France, full of ambition, an envious 
 emulator of every mans. good parts,a fecret and villanous 
 
 | contriveragainft me his naturall brother: therefore ufe 
 thy-difcretion, I had asliefe thou didft breake his necke 
 as his finger. And thou wert beft looke to’t; for if thou 
 dofthim any flight difgrace, or if he doe not mightily 
 grace himfelfe‘on thee, he will practife againft thee by 
 poyfon, entrap thee by fome treacherous evife, andne- 
 ver leave thee till he hath tanethy life by fome indirect 
 meanes or other; for I affure thee, (and almoft with 
 teares I {peake it) there is not one fo young, and fo vil- 
 lanous this day living. 1 {peake but brotherly of him, 
 but fhould fanathomize him to thee, as he is, I muft 
 blah, and weepe, and thoumutt looke pale and won- 
 der. 
 
 Cha. 1 am heartily glad Icame hither to you: if hee 
 cometo morrow, Ilegive him his payment: if ever he 
 goealone againe, Ienever wsaftlefor prize more: and 
 fo God keepe your worthip. RES 
 
 ol. Farewell good Charles. Now will I ftirre this 
 Gamefter: T hope I fhall feeanend of him; for my foule 
 (yet 1 know not why) hates nothing more then he: yer 
 he’s gentle, never {chool’d, and yet learned, full ofnoble 
 devife, of all forts enchantingly beloved}, and indeed 
 fomuchin the heart of the world, and efpecially of my 
 owne people, whobet know him, that Iam altogether 
 
 |. mifprifed: butit {hall not be folong, this wraftler fhall 
 cleare all: nothing remaines, but that 1 kindle the boy 
 thither, which now Ile goe about. Exit. 
 
 her Cofen fo 
 
 revenues enrich the new Duke, | 
 
 As youltke it. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 ee eee 
 
 Emer Rofalind, and Celia. 
 
 Cel. I pray thee Rofalind, {weet my Coz, be merry. 
 
 Rofe Deere Celia ; 1 fhow more mirth then I am mi-’ 
 
 reffe of, and would you yet were merrier : unlefle you 
 could teach me to forget a banifhed father, you mult not 
 learne mee how to remember any extraordinary plea- 
 fure. 
 
 (el. Heerein I feethou lov'ft mee not with 
 waight that I love thee ; if my Vncle thy banifhed father 
 had banifhed thy Vncle the Duke my Father, fo thou 
 hadft beene {till with me, I could have taught my love’ 
 to take thy father for mine ; fo wouldftthou, ifthe truth 
 
 of thy love tome werefo righteoufly temper’d, asmine| 
 
 ‘isto thee. : ‘ 
 Rof. Well, Iwill forget the condition of my eftate, to 
 rejoyce in yours. ” 
 
 Cel. You know my Father hath no child, but J, nor} | 
 
 noneisliketo have; and truely when he dies, thou fhale | 
 be his heire? for*what he hath taken away from thy fa- | 
 ther perforce, 1 williender thee againe in affections by 
 mine honour 1 will, and when I breake that oath, letme 
 turne monfter :therefore my {weet Rofe, my deare, Refe, 
 be merry. ere 
 
 Rof. From henceforth I will Coz, and devife fports 
 let me fee, what thinke you of falling in Love? 
 
 Cel, Marty Iprethee doe, to make {port withall : but 
 love no man in good earneft, norno further in {portney 
 ther, then with fafety of a pure blufh, thou maift in ho. 
 
 nor come off againe. 1 
 
 Rof. What fhall be our {port then? a 
 
 ~ Cel. Letus fitand mocke the good houfwife Fortune 
 from her wheele,that her gifts may henceforth be beftowe 
 ed equally. ! 
 
 Rof..1 would we could doe fo: for her benefits are | 
 
 mightily mif 
 molt miftake in her gifts to women. 
 
 the full} 
 
 placed, andthe bountifull blind woman doth | — 
 
 Cel, ’Tistrue, for thofe that fhe makes faire, fhe fearce ‘fe 
 
 makes honeft,and thofe that fhe makes honeft fhe makes ie 
 
 very sll favouredly, ® 
 
 Rof. Nay now thou goeft from Fortunes officeto Na- 
 tures : Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the, 
 lineaments of Nature. 
 
 Emer (Towne. < 
 
 Cel. No; when Nature hath madea faire creature, oe 
 hat 
 
 fhe not by Fortune fall into the fire ? though nature 
 givenus wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune fentin 
 this foole to cut off the argument ? ; 
 Rof. Indeed there is fortunetoo hard for nature, when 
 fortune makes naturesnaturall, the cutter off of natures 
 wit. 
 
 Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortunes worke neither, . ) 
 but Natures, who perceiving our naturall wits too dull} 
 to reafon offich goddeffes, hath fent this Naturall for} 
 
 our whetftone: for alwayes the dulneffe of the foole, is | 
 the whetftone ofthe wits. How now Witte, whither 
 wander you? 
 
 Clow, Miftreffe, you muft come away to your father, | : 
 
 Cel. Were you madethe meflenger ? 
 
 Clo.No by mine honour,but I was bid toceme for you ) ' 
 
 4 
 
| youe 
 
 Ee) Ol ee ces geet Scr est) te oe Pee 
 r am pe 2 - i 
 
 " Rof. Where learned you that oath foole? _ 
 
 Clo. Of a certaine Knight, that {wore by his Honour 
 they were good Pancakes, and {wore by his Honour the 
 Muftard was naught : Now Ile ftand to it, the Pancakes 
 were naught, andthe Muftard was good, and yet was 
 notthe Knight forfworne. 
 
 Cel, How prove youthat in the great heape of your 
 knowledge? 
 
 Ref. I marry now unmuzzle you wifedomes 
 - Clo. Stand you both forth now : ftroke your chinnes, 
 and {weare by your beards that | ama knave. 
 
 Cel. By our beards (if we had them) thou art. ; 
 
 Ch, By my knavery (ifI hadit) then I were: butif 
 you fweare by that that is not, you are not for{wornesno 
 more was this knight {wearing by his Honour, for he ne- 
 ver had any ; or if he had, he had {worne it away before 
 ever he faw thofe Pancakes, or that Maftard. 
 
 Cel. Prethee, who is’tthat thou means’t ? 
 Clo. One that old Ferdericke your Father loves. 
 Rof. My Fathers love is enough-to honor him enough ; 
 
 | fpeake no more of him, you'll be whipt for taxation, one 
 
 of thefe dayes. 
 Clo. The more pitty that fooles may not {peake wife- 
 ly, what Wifemen doe foolifhly. 
 Cel. By my troth thou faieft true : For, fince the little 
 wit that fooles have was filenced, the little foolery that 
 
 | wife men have makesa great fhew ; Here comes Moun- 
 fieur Le Ben. 
 a a Enter Le Ben. 
 
 y. 
 
 “| Ref. With his month full of newes. 
 
 Cel, Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their 
 
 | young. : 
 
 -Rof. Then fhall we be newes-cram’d. 
 “Cel, Allthe better : we fhallbe:he more-marketable. 
 Boon-jour Mounjier le Rew, what the newes? — 
 Le Ben. Faire Princeffe, 
 
 ~ | You have lo‘t much good fport. 
 
 Cel. Sport: of what colour ? 
 Le Ben. What colour Madam? How fhall I anfwer 
 
 Rof- As wit and fortune will. 
 (%. Orasthe de(tinies decrees. 
 Cet. Well faid,that was laid on with a trowell. 
 Clo. Nay, if | keepenot my ranke, 
 ~ Ref. Thou loofeft thy old {mell. 
 Le Bex. Youamaze me Ladies : I would have told 
 you of good wraftling, which you have loft the fight of. 
 Rof. Yet tellus the manner of the Wraftling. ; 
 
 | Le Ben. Iwill tell youthe beginning : and if it fpleafe 
 
 your Ladifhips, you may fee the end, for the beft is yer 
 | todoe, and heere where youare, theyare comming to 
 | performe it. Meco e 
 
 Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried. 
 
 Le Beu. There comesan old man, and his three fons. 
 Cel. I could matchthis beginning with an old tale: 
 
 Le Bet. Threeproper yong men, of excellent growth 
 
 | and prefence. 
 
 | Rof. With bils on their neckes : Be itknowne unto all 
 men by thefe prefents. : 
 Le Ben. Thecidelt ofthe three;wraftled with Charles 
 
 | the Dukes Wrattler, which Charles in a moment threw 
 
 him, and broke three of his ribbes, that there is little 
 hope of life inhim : Sohe {erv’d the fecond, and fo the 
 third : yonder they lye, the poore old man their Father, 
 
 | making fuch pittifulldole over them, that all ‘the behol- 
 
 eA s youlike it. 
 
 187 | 
 
 derstake his part with weeping. 
 
 Rof: Alas. 3 oe 
 
 C/o. But what isthefport Mounfieur, that the Ladies 
 haveloft> 
 
 Le Ben. Why this that I fpeake of, 
 
 Cv. Thusmen may grow wiler every day. It is the 
 firft time that ever I heard breaking of ribbes was {port 
 for Ladies. 
 
 Cel. Orl,1 promife thee. 
 
 Rof: Butis there any elfe longsto feethis broken. Mu- 
 ficke inhis fides ? Is there yet another doates upon rib-. 
 breaking? Shall wefee this wraftling Cofin? 
 
 Le Bex. Youmuttif you ftay heere; for heere is the 
 place appointed for wraftling, and they are ready to per- 
 forme it. 
 
 Cel, Yonder furethey are comming. Let us now ftay 
 and {eeit. <! 
 
 Flourifo. Enter Duke, Lords, Orlando > Charles 
 and eAtiendsnts. 
 
 Duk, Come on, fince the youth will 
 His owne perill on his forwardnefle. 
 
 Rof. Is yonder the man? 
 
 Le Bex. Even he, Madam. 
 
 Cel, Alas, he is tooyong : yet he lookes fucceffefully. 
 
 Da. How now daughter,and Cotin :) 
 
 Are you crept hither to {ee the wrattling 2)»: 
 
 Rof- I my Liedge, fo pleafe you give us leave. 
 
 Da. You will take little delight im it, I can tell you, 
 there is fuch oddesin the man: in pitty ofthe challengers 
 youth, I.would faine diflwade him, buthe will not be 
 oat g Speake to him Ladies, fee if yow can move 
 
 im. 
 
 (el. Cali him hither good Mounfieur Le Bews 
 
 Duk. Doe fo : Tie not be by. 
 
 Le Bes. Mountieur the Challenger, the Princeffe calls 
 for yous. < - 
 
 Orla, T attend them with all refpe& and daty. 
 
 Ref: Young man, have you challeng’d Charles the 
 Wraftler ? . : 
 
 Orl. No faire Princeffe: heis the generall challenger, 
 Tcome butas others doe, to try with him the ftrength: of 
 my youth, Rens 
 
 Cel. Yong Gentleman, jyour f{pirits are too bold tor 
 youryeares: you have feeue cruell proofe of this ‘mans 
 {trength, if you faw your felfe with your eyes, or knew 
 your felfe with your judgement, the feare of youradyen- 
 ture would couaféll you to a more equall enterprife. We 
 pray you for your owne fake to embrace your owne fafe- 
 ty, and give over thisattempt. Mus 
 
 Ref. Doe yong Sir, your reputation hall not therefore 
 be mifprifed : we will make it our fuire tothe Dake,that 
 the wraftling mizht not goe forward. 
 
 Ort. i befeech you, punith me not with your harde 
 thoughts, wherein I confefle me much guilty to deny fo 
 faircand excellent Ladies any thing: But Jet your faire 
 eyes, and gentle wifhes goe with me to my triall; where- 
 inif I befoif’d, there 1s butone fham’d: that. was never 
 gracious : if kil’d, but one dead that is willingtobe fo:1 
 thall doe my friendsno wrong, forI have none to la-' 
 ment me ; the world no injury, for in it [ have nothing: 
 onely in the world I fill upa place, which may be better |. 
 fupplyed, when i bave made it empty. , 
 
 Rof: Thelittle ftrength that I have; I would it were 
 with you. 
 
 notbe intreated; 
 
 Cel 
 
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 cee 
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 4388 
 
 eAs youlike it | 
 
 | Or.W hat paflion hangs thefe waights ppon my tongu 2? 
 I cannot fpeake to her, yet fheurg d con ference. 
 
 Cel. And mineto eeke out hers. ues 
 
 Rof. Fare you well : pray heaven be deceiv’din you. 
 
 Cel. Your hearts defires be with you. ; 
 
 Char. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is fo 
 defirous to lye with his mother earth ? 
 
 Orla, Ready fir, but his will hath in it amore modeft 
 working. 
 
 Duk, You fhall try but one fall. 
 
 Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you fhall not entreat 
 him toafecond, that have fo mightily perfwaded him 
 froma firft. 
 
 Orla. You meanetomocke me after: you fhould not 
 have mockt me before : but come your wayes- 
 
 Rof. Now Hercules, bethy {peede yong man, 
 
 Cel. T would I were invifible to catchthe ftrong fel- 
 low by the legge. Wraitle. 
 
 Rof. Oh excellent yong man. 
 
 Cel, If [had athunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell wh 
 fhould downe. Shont. 
 
 Duk. No more, no more. 
 
 Orla. Yes lbefeech your Grace, I am not yet well 
 breath’d. 
 
 Duk. How do’ ftthou Charles? 
 
 Le Ben. He cannot fpeake my Lord. 
 
 Duk. Beare him away : 
 What is thy name yong man? 
 
 Orla. Orlande my Liege; the yongeft fonne of Sir Row- 
 land de Boyes. , 
 
 Duk, Ywouldthou hadft beene fonne to fome man elfe, 
 
 The world efteem’d thy father honourable, - 
 But I did find him ftill mine enemy 
 Thou fhould’it have better pleas’d me with this deed, 
 Hadft thou defcended from another houfe: 
 But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth, 
 I would thou had’ft told me of another Fathers 
 Exit. Duk; 
 Cel, Werel my Father (Coze) would I doc this 
 Orl. Tam more proud to be Sir Rowlands fonne, 
 His yongeft fonne, and would not change that calling 
 To be adopted heire to Fredricke. 
 Rof. My Father lou’d Sit Rowland as his foule, 
 Andall the world was of my Fathers mind, 
 Had I before knowne this yong man his fonne, 
 T fhould have given him teares unto entreaties, 
 Ere he fhould thus have ventur'd. 
 _ Cet. Gentle Cofen, 
 Let us goe thanke him, and encourage him 
 My Fathers rough and envious difpofition 
 Stickes me at heart: Sir, you have well deferv’d, 
 If you doe keepe your promifes in love, 
 But juftly as you have exceeded allin promife; 
 Your Miftris fhalibe happy. 
 Rof. Gentleman, 
 Weare this for me : one out of fuites with fortune 
 That could give more, but that her hand lackes meane. 
 Shall we goe Coze ? 
 (xl. 1: fare you well faire Gentleman, 
 | Orla. Can Inot fay; I thanke you? My better parts 
 Areallthrowne downe, and that which here fands up 
 | Isbutaquintine, a mecre liveleffe blocke. 
 Ref. He calls us backe : my pride fell with my fortunes 
 Ie aske him what he would : Did you call Sir ? 
 Sir, you have wraftled well, and overthrowne 
 More then your enemits. 
 Cel, Will yougoe Coze ? 
 Rof. Have with you: fare you well. 
 
 Enter Le Bet. 
 O poore Orlando |thouart overthrowne 
 Or Charles, or fomething weaker mafters thee. 
 
 Le Bew. Good fir, I doe in friendthip counfaile you 
 To leave this place ; Albeit you have deferv'd 
 High commendation, true applaufe, and love ; 
 Yetfuchis now the Dukes condition, 
 
 That he mifconfters all that you have done: 
 The Duke is humorous, what he is indeed 
 More {uites you to conceive, then Ito fpeake of. 
 
 Oris, I thanke you fir ;and pray you tell me this, 
 Which of the two wasdanghter of the Duke, 
 
 That heere was at the Wrattling ? 
 
 Le Ben. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners, 
 But yet indeed the taller is his daughter, 
 The other is daughter to the banifh’d Duke, 
 
 And heere detain’d by her ufurping Vncle 
 To keepe his daughter company, whofeloves 
 Are deerer then thenaturall bond of Sifters = 
 
 ‘| But! cantell you, that of late this Duke 
 
 Hath tane difpleafure ’gainft his gentle Neece, 
 Grounded upon no other argument, 
 
 But that the people praife her for vertues, 
 
 And pitty her, for her good fathers fake 5 
 
 And on my life hismalice *gainft the Lady 
 Will fodainely breake forth : Sir, fare you well 
 
 | Hereafter ina better world then this, > 
 
 I {hall defire more loveand knowledge of yous 
 Orl. I reft much boundento you : fe hisid 
 
 Thus muft I from the fmoake into the fmother, 
 
 From tyrant Duke, untoatyrant Brother, 
 
 But heavenly Rofalsne. 
 
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 ScenaT ertia. 
 
 Enter Celia, and Rofaline. 
 
 Ce/. Why Cofns why Rofaline: Cupid have me 
 Nota word ? mers : 7 
 
 Rof. Not one to throw at adog. - 
 (+. No, thy words are too precious to be caft away | 
 
 ' 
 uponcurs, throwfome of them at. me; come, lame m¢| — 
 
 with reafons. 
 
 Rof. Then there were two Cofens’ laid up, whenthe iz 
 one fhould be lam’d with reafons, and the other mad] 
 without any. ae 
 
 Cel. But is all thisfor your Father > 1a 
 
 Rof. No, fome of it is for my childes Father: Oh how | 
 full of briers is this working day world. | 
 
 Cel. They are but burs, Cofen, throwne upen thee i | 
 holiday foolery, if we walke not in the troddenpaths, 
 our very petry-coates will catch them. o 
 
 Rof. I could fhake them off my coate,thefe burs are in 
 my heart. . 
 
 (el. Hemthem away. 
 
 Ref, | wouldtry if] could ery hem, and have him. 
 Cel. Come, come, wraftle with thy affections. - 
 
 : = O they take the past ofa better wraftler then mY | 
 
 Cel. ©,a good with upon you : you will try in time 
 
Ict us tal cin. good earneft : Is tt poilible onfuch a-fo- 
 daine, you thouid fall into fo ftronga Hking with old Sir 
 Roulseds yongeft fonne ? 2410 
 
 Ro. The Duke my Father lov’ his Father deerely. — 
 
 Cet, Doth it therefore enfue that you fhould love his 
 Sonne deerely? By this-kind of chafe, 1 fhould hate him, 
 for my father hated his father deerely ; yet I hate not Or- 
 lando. . 
 
 Hof. No faith, hate him nor for my fake. 
 
 Ce. Why thouid I not ? doth he not deferve well ? 
 
 _ Enter Duke with Lords. oa 
 
 Rof. Let me love him for that, aid doe you love him 
 Becaufe ! doe. Looke, here comes the Duke. 
 
 Cet. With bis eyesfull of anger. , 
 
 Duk, Miitris, difpatch you with your fafett hafte, 
 And get you from our Court. 
 
 Rof. Me Vnckle }? ** 
 
 Lak, You Cofen, } 
 Within thefe ten dayes if that thou beeft found 
 So necre our publike Contt as twenty miles, 
 Thouaieft for it. 
 
 Ref. I doe befeech your Grace 
 Let methe knowledge of my fault beare with me : 
 If wich my felfe 1 hold intelligence, 
 Or have acquaintance with mine owne defires, 
 If hat I doe not dreame, or be not franticke, 
 (As I doe truft I amnor) then deere Vale, 
 
 + Never fo much as in athought unborne, 
 
 Did i offend your highneffe, 
 
 Deke. Thus doeall Trairors, 
 If their purgationdid confift in words, 
 They are as innocent as grace it felfe ; 
 
 } Levit {infice thee that I truft thee not. 
 
 Se ee 
 
 Ro. Yet your miftrult cannot make mea Traitor ; 
 Teli me whereon the likelihood depends ? 
 .- Duk; Thou art thy Fathers daughter, there’s enough, 
 
 _ Rof Sowast when yourhighnetle tooke his Dukdome, 
 
 Se was I whea your highneffe banifht him ; 
 Treaion isnot inherited my Lord, 
 Or if we did deviveit from our friends, 
 W hat’s tharto me, my Father was no Traitor 
 Then good my Leige, miftake me not fo much, 
 Tothinke my poverty is treacherous. 
 
 Cel, Deere Soveraigne heare me {peake« 
 
 Dak; 1 (ela, we ftaid ber for your fake, 
 
 | Elfe had fhe with her Father rang’d along. 
 
 Cel, Idid not chen intreat to have her ftay. 
 It was your pleafure, and your owne remorfe, 
 I wastoo yong that time to value her, 
 But now I know her : if fhe bea Traitor, 
 
 _ | Why foam I; we ftill have flept together, 
 | Rofe at an inftant, learn’d, plaid, eate togetiver, 
 _ | And wherefoere we went, like Janos Swans, 
 
 Stillwe went coupled and infeparable. 
 Duk, Shee is too fubtile for thee, and her fmoothnes 
 
 Her very filence, and her patience, 
 
 | Speake tothe people, and they pitty her : 
 
 Theu arta foole, fhe robs thee of thy name, 
 
 And thou wilt fhow more bright, and feeme more vertu- 
 
 When fhe is gone : then open not thy lips, (ous 
 
 Firme, and irrevocable is my doombe, § 
 
 Which 1 have palt upon her, the is banifh’d. 
 Cel, Pronounce that fentence then on me my Leige, 
 
 Icannotlive out ofher company. © 
 
 \ 
 
 eAsyou like it. 
 
 ‘in defpight ofa fall : but turning thee jeltsont of fervice, 
 
 | (Maides as we are) totravell for farre ? 
 
 That doe outface it with their femblances. 
 
 | No longer (eHa, but Alena, 
 
 | Devife the fitteft time, and fafeft way 
 
 189 
 Duk. You area foole : you Neice provide your felfe, 
 If you out-ftay the tine upon‘mine honor, 
 And in the greatneffe of my word you dye. 
 a Exit Duke,eec. 
 Cel. O my poore Rofaline, whither wilt thou goe ? 
 Wilt thon change father ? I wiil give thee mine : 
 I charge thee be not thou more grien’d then Lam, 
 Rof. 1 have more caufe. : 
 Cel. Thou haft not Cofen, ° 
 Prethee be cheerefulll ; know’ it thon not the Dake 
 Hath banifh’d me his danghter? 
 Rof, That hehath not, 
 Cef. No, hath not? Rofalinelackes then the love 
 Which teacheth thee that thou and I aim one ; 
 Shali we be fandred ? fhall we part feet girle 2 
 No, let my Father feeke another heire : 
 Therefore devife with me how we may flye 
 Whither to goé, and what tobeare with us, 
 And doe not feeke to take your charge upon you, 
 To beare your griefes your feife, and leave me out: - 
 For by this heaven (now at our forrowes paie ;) 
 Say what thou cantt, fle goe along with thee. 
 Rof. Why, whither thall we goe? 
 Cel. Tofecke my Vucie inthe Forreft of Arden. 
 Rof, Alas, what danger will it beto us, 
 
 Beauty provoketh theeves fooner then-gold. 
 
 Cel. Ile put my felfe in poore and meane attire, 
 And with a kind of ymber {mitch my face, 
 The like doe you, fo fhall we pafie along, 
 And never ftir affailants. 
 
 Rof. Were it not better, 
 
 Becanfe that I am more then common tall, 
 That I did fuite me all points likea man, 
 
 A gallant curtelax upon my thigh, 
 
 A bore-fpearein my hand, andin my heart, 
 Lye there what hidden womans teare there will, 
 Weele have a {wafhing and a mar fhali outfide, 
 As many other mannifh cowards have, 
 
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 Cel, What fhall I call chee when thou arta man ? 
 Rof. Ie have no worfea name then /oves owne Page, 
 And therefore looke you cail me Gansmed, 
 Bat what will you be cali’d? 
 Cel. Something that hatha reference to my fate: 
 
 Rof. But Cofen, what it weaffaid to fteale 
 The clownith Foole out of your Fathers Court : 
 Would he not bea comfort to our travaile? 
 
 Cel. Heele goe along ore the widé world with me, 
 Leaue me aloneto wooe him; Let’saway 
 And get our Iewels and our wealth together s 
 
 Tohideus from purfuite that will be made 
 After my flight ; now goe we in content 
 
 Toliberty,and not to banifhment. Exeunt. |. 
 
 AttuSecundius. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Enter Duke Senior : wmyens, and two or three Lords 
 lke Forrefters. ; 
 
More free from perillthen the envious Court ¢ 
 Heere feele we not the penalty of Adam, 
 The feafons difference, asthe Icic phange 
 And churlith chiding of the winters winde, 
 Which when it bitesand blowes upon my body 
 Even tiliI fhrinke with cold, 1 fmile, and fay. 
 This is no flattery : thefe ave counfellors 
 That feelingly perfwade me what lam : 
 Sweet are the vies ofadverfity 
 Which like the toad, ougly and venemous, 
 Weares yet 2 precious lewellin his head : 
 And this our life exempt from publike haunt, 
 
 Sermons in ftones,and good in every thing. 
 
 That can tranflate the ftubbornnefle of fortune 
 Into fo quiet and fo fweeta flile. 
 
 And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles 
 Being native Burgers of this defert City, 
 
 Have their round hanches goard. 
 1. Lord. Indeed my Lord 
 The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, 
 And inthatkind fweares you doe more ufurpe 
 
 Today. my Lord of Amiens,and my {elfe, 
 Did fteale behind him as helay along . 
 
 To the which place a poore fequeftred Stag 
 That from the Hunters ayme had tane a hurt, 
 Did come to languifh sand indeed my Lord 
 
 Almoft to butfting, and the big round teares 
 
 Cours’d one another downe hisinnocent nofe 
 In pitteous chafe + and thusthe hairy foole, 
 “Much marked of the melanchoily /aques, 
 
 Augmenting it withtcares. 
 Duk, Sen. But what faid Jaques ? 
 
 Did he not moralize this {pectacle ? 
 1.Lord. O yes, into a thoufand fimilies. 
 
 Poore Deere quoth he, thou mak ft a teftament 
 As worldlingsdoe, giving thy fum of more 
 
 Leftandabandoned of his velvet friend ; 
 Tis right quoth he, thus mifery doth part ” 
 
 Full of the pafture, jumps along by him 
 
 ‘| Sweepe on you fat and greazy Cittizens, 
 
 Tis juft the fafhion ; wherefore doe you looke 
 Vpon that pooreand broken bankrupt there ? 
 Thus moft invectively he pierceth through 
 The body ofthe Country ,City,Court, 
 
 Yea, and of this our life, {wearing that we 
 Are meere ufurpers, tyrants,and whats worfe 
 : Tofright the Animals, and to killthem up , 
 ‘In theiraffign’d and native dwelling places 
 
 Vponthe fobbing Deere. 
 
 190 eAsyou like its 
 
 Then that of painted pompe? Are notthefe woods 
 
 Findes tongues in trees bookes in the running brookes, 
 
 Amien, 1 vould not changeit, happy is your Grace 
 Dak. Sen. Come, fhall we goeand killus venifon? 
 
 Should in their owne confines with forked heads 
 
 Then doth your brother that hath banifh’d you : 
 
 Vader an oake, whole anticke roope peepes out 
 Vpon the brooke that braw les along this wood, 
 
 The wretched antmall heav’d forth {uch groanes 
 That their difcharge did ftretch his leatherne coat 
 
 Stood on th’extremet verge of the {wift brooke, 
 
 Firft, for bis weeping into the needleffe ftreame ; 
 To that which had too much : then being alone, 
 
 The Fluxe of company : anond careleffe Heard 
 
 And never ftayes to grect him: Iquoth Jaques, 7 
 
 Dx. Ses, And did you leave him in this contemplation? 
 2. Lord. Wedidmy Lord, weeping and commenting 
 
 Duk, Ses. Show me the place, ‘g¢bbat a 
 
 Iloye té cope him in thefe fullen fits, ome | 
 
 Forthen he's full of matter. bee 
 1. Lor. Tle bring you to him ftrait. Exeunt,) 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter Duke, with Lords. 
 
 a, Se ch aoe ee 
 
 Duk, Canit be poffible that no man faw them ? 
 It cannot be, fome villainesof my Court 
 Are of confent and fufferance inthis... 23 
 1. Lord, I cannot heare of any that did fee her, 
 The Ladies her attendants of her chamber fae 
 Saw hera bed, and in the morningearly, © o) >" 
 They found the bed untreafur’d of their Miftris. . ‘ 
 2. Lerd. My Lord,the roynith Clowne,at whom fe oft, | 
 Your Grace was went tolaugh,isalfo miffing: a 
 Hifperia the Princefie Gentlewoman 
 Confeffes that fhe fecretly ore-heard 
 Your daughter and her Cofen muchcommend _ 
 The parts and graces of the W raftler ik} 
 That did but lately foilethe fynowy (barles, i 
 And fhe beleeves where ever they are gone i 
 That youth is firely in their compapy. ia 
 Duk, Sendto hisbrother, fetch that gallant hither, ~ |” 
 If he beabfent, bring his Brother tome, an 
 Ie make him find him : doe this fodainely ; . 
 And let not fearch and inquifition quaile, a 
 To bring againe thefe foolifh runawayes. Exeum | 
 
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 Scena T ertia. a 
 
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 Enter Orlando, and eAdam. 
 
 Orl. Whosthere’? 4 
 Ad. What my yeng matter,,oh my gentle mafter, | 
 
 Ohmy {weet mafter,O youmemory ot 
 
 Of old Sir Rowland? why, what make you here ? 
 
 Why are you vertuous ? Why doe people love you? 
 
 And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant ? 
 
 Why would yon be fo fond te overcome 
 
 The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke? ; 
 
 Your praife is come t0o {wiftly home beforeyoue st - 
 
 Know you not Mafter, to fome kind of men, ‘ 
 
 Their graces ferve them buta$ enemies, 
 
 | Nomore doe yours: your vertues gentle Mafter 
 
 Are fanctified and holy traitorsto you : 
 
 Oh what a world is this, when what is comely 
 
 Envenems him that beares it ? 
 Orl. Why, what’sthe matter 2 
 Ad, O unhappy youth, 
 
 Come not withthele doores ; within this roofe 
 
 The enemy of all your graces lives : 
 
 Your brother, no, no brother, yet the fonne 
 
 (Yet net thefon, I will not call him fon) 
 
 Of him I was about to call his Father, 
 
 Hath heard your praifes, and thisnight he meanes, 
 
 To burne the lodging where you ufeto lye, 
 
 And you within it ; if he faile of that 
 
 py ee 
 
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 He willhave other meanes to cut you off ; 
 Toverheard him : and his prattifes : 
 Thisisno place, this honfe is buta butchery ; 
 Abhorrcit, feare it, doe not enter it. 
 Orl. Why whither 4dam would’ ftthou have me goe? 
 Ada. No matter whither, for you come not here. 
 Orl, What, would’itthoa have me goe and beg my 
 Or with a bafe and boiftrous Sword enforce (food, 
 A theevith living onthe common rode ? 
 This I muft doe, or know not what to doe: 
 Yetthis I wilinot doe, doc how I can, 
 I rather will {ubjéc& me to the malic¢ 
 Ofa diverted blood, and bloudy brother. 
 eda. Butdeenotfo: Lhave five hundred Crownes, 
 The thri‘ty hire I faved under you father, 
 Which I did ftore tobe my fofter Nurfe, ° 
 When fervice fhould in my old limbes lye lame, 
 And anregarded age in corners throwne, 
 Takethat, and he that doth the Ravens feede, 
 Yea providently caters for the Sparrow, 
 Be comfort to my age: here is the gold, 
 AlithisI give you, let me be your fervant, 
 Though Ilooke old, yet lam ftrong and lufty ; 
 For if my youth I never did apply 
 Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud, 
 
 | Nor did not with unbafhfall forchead woe, 
 
 Themeanes of weakeneffle and debility, 
 Therefore my age is asalufty winter, 
 | Frofty, butkindly ; let me goe withyou, 
 Tie doe the fervice ofa younger man 
 in ail your bufineffe and neceffities. 
 Ori. Oh good.old man, how well in thee appeares 
 The conftant fervice of the antique world, 
 } Whea fervice {weate for duty, not for meede : 
 
 | TYhonart hot for the fathion of thefe times, 
 
 | Bven'with the having, itisnotfo with thee: 
 
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 r kee S so of 
 
 | apparell, andto cry likeajwoman ; but I-muft comfort 
 
 Were none will fweare, but for promotion, 
 } And haying that doe choake their fervice up, 
 
 But poore old man, thou prun’ft a rotten tree, 
 That.cannot {fo much asa bloffome yeeld, 
 
 In lieu of ail thy paines and husbandry, 
 
 But come thy wayes, wee'e goe along together, 
 And ere we have thy youthfull wages fpenr, 
 
 | Weele light upon fome fetled low content. 
 sda. Malter goeon,and I will follow thee 
 
 } Tothe laft gafpe with trath and loyalty, 
 
 | From {eventy yeeres, till now almoft fourefcore 
 | Herc lived J, but now live here no more. 
 
 | At feventeene yeeres, many their fortunes {eeke 
 | Butat fourefcore, itistoo latea weeke, 
 
 _ | Yet fortune cannot recompence me better 
 
 |, Then to dye well, and not my Maftersdebter.  Exennr, 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Rofaline for Ganimsed, Celia for Aliena, and 
 Clowne, alias Tonchftone. 
 
 Rof: O Jupiter, how merry aremy f{pirits? 
 (7%. Icarenot for my {pirits, ifmy legges were not 
 
 | Weary. 
 
 Ref. 1 could find in my heart , to difgrace my mans 
 
 like it. 
 
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 the weaket veffeli, as doubrletand hofe oughtto flow it 
 {elfecoragiousto petty-coate ; therefore courage, good 
 Altena. 
 
 bee I pray you beare with me, Icangoe no fur 
 ther. 
 
 Cfo. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then | 
 beare you :yet I fhould beare no croffe if did beare you, 
 for I thinke you have no money in your purfe. 
 
 Ref. Well, this isthe Forreft of eey 
 
 Clo. 1,now am Tin Arden, the more foole I, when I 
 was at home I was ina better place, but Traveilers muft 
 be content. 
 
 Enter Corin, and Silvius, 
 
 . Ref. 1, be fo good Touchfone :looke you, who comes 
 here, a yong man and an old in folemne talke. 
 Cor. That isthe way to make her fcorne you ftill. 
 Sil, Oh (Corin, that thou knew’ft how I doe love her. 
 Cor, I partly gueffe ; fori have lov’d erenow: 
 Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canft not guefle, 
 Though in thy youth thou wait as truealover , 
 Asever figh’d upona midnight pillow : 
 But if thy love wereere like to mine, 
 As fure] thinke did never man love fo: 
 How many actions mott ridiculous, 
 Hatt thou beene drawne to by thy fantafie? 
 Cor. Intoa thoufand that | have forgotten. 
 Sil, Ob thou didk then never love fo hartily, 
 If thou remembreft not the flighteft folly, 
 That ever love did make thee runge into, 
 Thou haft not lov’d. 
 Or if thou haft norfate as I doe now, 
 Wearying thy hearcr iw thy Miftris praife, 
 Thou haft not loy’d. 
 Or if theu haft not broke from company, 
 
 | Abruptly as my paffion now makes me, 
 
 Thou haft not lov'd. 
 
 O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe. a Exeunt. 
 Rof. Alas poore Shepheard! fearching of their wound, 
 
 I have by hard adventure found mine owne. 
 Clo, AndI mine :I remember when Twas in love, I | 
 
 broke my {word upona ftone, and bid bim take that for 
 
 comming a nights to /aue Smile, and Y remember the kif- 
 
 fing of her batlet, and the Cowes digs that her pretty 
 
 chopt hands had milk’d ; and I reniembersthe woving 
 
 of apeafced inftead of her; ftom Whom I tooke two 
 
 cods, and giving her them againe, faid’ with weeping 
 
 teares,weare thefe formy fake : we thatare true Lovers, 
 
 runne into ftrangecapers; but asall is Mortal in nature, 
 
 fo isall nature in love, mortall in folly. 
 Rof. Thou {peak ft wifer then thou art ware of. 
 Cle. Nay, I fhallne’re be ware of mie owne wit, till 
 
 I breake my fhinsagainftit. ; 
 Rof. Love, love, this Shepheards paffion, 
 
 Is muchupon my fafhion. - i 
 (4, And mine; but it growes fometing"ftale with 
 
 me. ) 
 (el. I pray yous oneof you queftion yon’d man, — 
 
 If he for gold will giveus any foode, © . 
 
 I faint almoft to death. ~ 
 
 Clo. Holla 3 you Clownes Ce 
 
 Rof. Peace foolé; he’s not thy kinfman. 
 
 Cor. Who cals? _ 
 
 Cl, Your bettersSir. 
 
 Cor. Elfearethey very wretche 
 
 heeds ls eek: 
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eAs youlike it. : 4 
 
 Rof. Peace I fay ; good evento you friend. 
 Cor. And to you gentle Sir, andto you all. 
 Rofz Iprethee Shepheard, if that love or gold 
 Can inthis defert place buy entertainment, 
 Bring us where we may reft our felves, and feed : 
 1 Here's ayong maid with travaile much opprefied, 
 And faints for fuccour. 
 
 Cor. Faire Sir, 1 pitty her, ; 
 And with for her fake more then for mine owne, 
 My fortunes were more able to releeve her : 
 
 But Iam fhepheard to another man, 
 
 And doe not fheere the Fleeces that I graze : 
 
 My matter is of churlith difpofition, | 
 
 And litle capes to oe = way to heaven 
 
 By doing deeds of hofpitality. 
 
 Belides bis Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede 
 Are now on fale, andat our fheep-coat now 
 
 By reafonof his abfence there is nothing 
 
 That you will feed on : but whatis,comefec, 
 
 And in my voyce moft welcome fhall you be. 
 
 Rof, What is he that fhall buy his flocke and pafture ? 
 
 Cor. That yong Swaine that you faw heere but ¢re- 
 while. 
 
 That little cares for buying any thing. 
 
 Rof. pray thee, if it ftand with honelty, 
 
 Buy thou the Cottage, pafture,and the flockes 
 And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us. 
 
 Cel. And we will mend thy wages: 
 | Ilikethis place, and willingly could . 
 
 Watte mytime init. 
 
 Cor. Affuredly the thing isto be fold: 
 Goewith me, if youlike upon report, 
 Thefoile, the profit,and this kind of life, 
 
 I will your very faithful Feeder be, 
 
 And buy it with your gold right fodainely. Exeunts 
 
 ee es err 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
 _ Enter, Amyens, laques, and others. 
 estes Song. 
 Vnder the greene woed tree, 
 who loves to lye with me, 
 And turne his merry Note, 
 unto the fweet Bards thr ote : 
 Come hither, come hither, come hither : 
 Heere fealt be fee no enemy, 
 But Winter and rough Weather, 
 
 Jaq. More, more,I-prethee more. 
 Amy. \twillmake you melancholly Mounfieur Jagnes 
 Jaq. I thankeit : More, I prethee more, _. 
 T can fucke melancholly out ofafong, © 
 As a Weazel fuckesegges: More, I prethee more. 
 emy. My voyce is ragged, 1 know I cannor’pleafe 
 you. 
 Jaq. 1 doe not defire you to pleafe me, 
 I doe defire you to fing : 
 Come, more, another ftanzo : Call yeu’em flanzo’s? 
 Amy. What you will Mounfieur Lagnes. 
 Taq. Nay, Icarenot for their names, they owne me 
 nothing. Will you fing. 
 eym. More at your requeft, then.topleafe my felfe. 
 _| ..Jaq. Wellthen, fever I thanke any man, Ile thanke 
 
 you : butthat they callcomplementis like th’encounter 
 
 of two dog-Apes. And when aman thankes me hartily, 
 
 me thinkes I have given hima peny, and ,he renders me 
 
 the beggetly thankes. Come fing ,and you that willnot, 
 
 hold your tongues. a 
 eAmy. Well, Ileendthe fong. Sirs, cover the while, 
 
 the Duke will drinke under this tree ; he hath beene jj 
 
 this day tolooke you. 
 Taq. And Ihavebeeneal! this day toavoyd him ; 
 
 He is too difputeable for my company : 
 
 I thinke of as many mattersashe, but I give 
 
 Heaven thankes, and make no boaft of them: 
 
 Come, warble, come. 
 
 Song. Altogether heere. 
 whe doth ansbition founne, 
 and loves to livet'th Suune, 
 Seeking the food he eates, 
 and pleas a with what he gets: 
 Come hither, come hither, come hither, 
 Heere fhail he foe,@c. 
 
 Taq. lle give youa verfe tothis note, 
 That I made yefterday in defpight of my invention, 
 Aym. And ile fing it. 
 Jaq. Thus it goes. 
 If it doe come to palfe that any man tarne Affex 
 Leaving biswealth and eafe, ae 
 A Stubborne will to pleafe, 
 Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame : 
 Heere (halt he fee, groffe fooles as be, 
 etnd if he will come to me. 
 e4ym, What's that Ducdame ? ie 
 Jaq. Visa Greeke invocation, to call foolesintoacit-} 
 cle. Me goe fleepe if Ican: ifI-cannot, Ile raile againftall } 
 the firft borne of Egypt. : 
 e4ym. And ile gee feeke the Duke, 
 His banket is prepar’d. 
 
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 Scena Sexia. 
 
 Enter Orlando, andeAdam. 
 
 e-4dam. Deere Mafter, I can goe no further’: 
 O I dye for food. Heere lye I downe, 
 And meafure out my grave. Farwell kind mafter. | 
 Ord. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee! o 
 Live alittie, comtort's lice cheeve thy felfe alittles = | 
 ‘If this uncouth Forreit yeeid any thing favage, Le 
 
 I willeither be food for ir, or bring it for foode to thees.| — 
 Thy conceite is neerer death, thenthy powers. Be 
 For my fake be comiortable; hold death a while 
 
 At thearmes end: 1 will heere be wichthee prefently, 
 And if I bring thee not fomething to ecte, ie 
 I will give thee leave to dye: but if thou diel 
 
 Before Icome, thouwart a mocker of my labour. 
 
 Well faid, thou look’ft cheerely, 
 
 And Ie be with thee quickly : yet thou lieft 
 
 Inthe bleake ayre, Come, “I wiil bearethee 
 
 To fome fhelter ,and thou fhalt not dye 
 
 Fer lacke of a dinner, 
 
 ° If there live any thing in this Defert. ° 
 Cheerely good Adam, 
 
os Scena Septima. 
 
 Enter Duke Sem. & Lord, ike out-lawes, 
 Da, Sen. I thinke he be transform’ d into a beaft, 
 | For! can no where finde him, likea man. 
 
 1. Lord. My Lord, heis but even now gone hence, 
 Heere was he merry, hearing ofa Songs 
 
 ‘Du, Sex. If he compat of tarres, grow Muficall, 
 We thall have fhortly difcord in the Spheares : 
 Gofeeke him, tell him] would {peake withhim. 
 
 Enter laques. 
 1. Lord. Hefaves my labor by his owne approach. 
 
 Ds. Sex... Why how now Monficur, whata life is this 
 
 That your poore friends muft wooe your companie, 
 What, you looke merrily. 
 Jaq. A Foole,a foole : I meta foole i’th Forreft, 
 A motley Foole (a miferable world:) 
 | AsT do live by food, I met a foole, 
 | Wholaid him downe, and bask’d him inthe Sun, 
 } And rail’d.on Lady Fortune is good termes, 
 | In goad fet termes, and yet a motley toole. 
 Good morrow foole (quoth I: ) no Sir,quoth he, 
 | Call me not foole,till heaven hath {ent mé fortune, 
 | And then he drew a diall from hispoake, » 
 “And looking on it, withlacke-luftre eye, "9 
 Sayes, very wifely, itistenaciccke : 
 
 ee oe 
 
 i aoalew 
 
 _ } “Tisbut an houre agoe, fince it was nine, 
 _ q And after one houre more.’ twill be eleven, 
 | And {9 from houireto houre, we ripe, and ripe, 
 And then from houre to houre, we rot, androt, 
 And thereby hangsa tale,.. When I did heare 
 | The motley Foole, thus morall.on the time, 
 _ | My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere, ; 
 i That Poolestrould be fo deepe contemplative ; 
 _ i And I did laugh, fans intermiffion 
 "| An honre by his diall, Ohnoble foole, 
 A worthy foole:, Motley’sthe onely weare. 
 4. De, Se, What foole is this ? : 
 4 lag. O worthie foole : One that hath bina Courtier 
 |] And fayes, if Ladies be but young, and faire, 
 “4 They havethe gift toknow it; and in his braine, 
 _ | Whichisas dry asthe remainder bisket 
 _ | Afteravoyage: He hath ftrange places cram’d 
 _ | With ebfervation, the which he vents 
 _ 4 Inmangled formes. Othat I werea foole, 
 ~} fam ambitious for a motley coat. 
 | DaiSen~Thow thait have one? 
 Taq. It is my onely fuite,., , 
 } Provided that you weed your better judgements: - 
 
 € 
 
 _ | Of all opinion that growes ranke in them, 
 | That! am wife. I mutt have liberty 
 _ | Withsll, as large a Charter asthe winde, 
 
 | And they that are moft ganled with my folly,, > 
 | They moft muitlaugh ; And why fir maft they (0%)... 
 _} The why is plaine, as way to ParifhChurch 3 
 
 | He, thata foole doth very wilely hit, coss\ 
 
 % pee very foolithly,although he fart...) 
 
 me fenfeleffe of the bob, If nct, 
 
 The Wife-mans folly is anathomiz’d 
 
 _ | Evenby the fquandring glances of the fooles <)>. 
 
 | | As jon lke it. | 
 
 | Tofpeakemy minde, and I will through and through 
 
 | Why then my taxing like a wild=goofe fies 
 
 Thus we may fee (quoth he) how the world wagges: . - 
 
 | And know fomenonrture: Bat forbeare, I fay, 
 
 » | Of fterne cotimand’ment. But whatere youare © 
 
 | To blow onwhom I pleafe, for fo fooles have : .2 
 
 Letgentleaefie my ftrong enforcement be, dag aD 
 
 193 | 
 
 Inveft me in my motley : Give me leave 
 
 Cleanfe the foule body of th’ infected world, 
 Ifthey will patiently receive my medicine. 
 Dz. Sen. Fieonthee. I can tell what thou woulditdo. 
 Jaq, What, for a Counter, would I do, but good 2 
 Du. Sen. Mott mifcheeuous foule fin, in chiding fin ; 
 For thou thy felfe haft bena Libertine, 
 As fenfuall as the brutifh Ring it felfe, » 
 Andallth’imboffed fores, and headed evils; 
 That thou with licenfe of free foor hatt caught, 
 Would'ft thou difgorge into the generall world. 
 Jaq. Why who cries ont on pride, 
 That can therein taxeany private partie : 
 Dothit not flow as hugely asthe Sea, 
 Till that the wearie verie meanes do ebbe. 
 W hat woman inthe Citie dol name, 
 When that fay the Cittie woman beares 
 The coft of Princes’on unworthie fhoulders ? 
 W ho can come in, and fay thar Fmeane her, 
 When fucha one as fhe, fuch isher neighbour? 
 Or what is he of bafeft fun@ion, 
 That fayes his braverie is not on my colt, 
 Thinkiag that I meanchim, but therein {uites 
 Hisfolly to the mettle of my fpeech; ° 
 There then, how then, what then ,let me fe wherein 
 My tongue hath wrong’d him : ifit do him right, 
 Then he hath wrong’d himfelfe : if he be free, 
 
 Vnclatm’d of any man. But who comes here? 
 
 Enter Orlando. 
 
 Ori, Forbeare, and eateno more. 
 
 Jaq. Why Lhave cate none yet. 
 
 Orl. Nor fhalt not, till neceffitie be feru’d. a> 
 
 Jaq. Of what kinde fhould this Gocke come of ? 
 
 Du. Sea, Artthon thus.bolden’d man: bythy diftres? 
 Or elfe a rule defpifer of good manners, 
 That in ciuility thoufeem’ft foemptic? 
 
 Orl, Youtouch’d my veine at firft,the thornie point © 
 Of bare diftreffe, that hath tane from me the fhew 
 Of fmooth civilitie :. yetam Tinsland bred, 
 
 He dies that touches any of this frnite,. « 
 Till I, and my affaires are anfwered. 
 
 Jaq. And you willnot be anfwer'd with réafon; 
 Imuftdye. dt 
 
 Du. Sen. What would you have ? 
 Your gentleneffethall force, more then your force ’ 
 Moveusto gentleneffe. 
 
 Orl. Takmeft die for food, and let me have it. 
 
 Dé. Sea. Sit downe and feed, & welcome to our table 
 
 Ori. Speake you fo gently? Pardon me:I pray you, 
 I thought that all chingshad beene favage heere, 
 Aad therefore put I on the countenance 
 
 That inthisdefert ihacceffible, 4 
 
 Vnder the thade of mélancolly boughes,  * 
 Loofe, and negleét.the creeping houres of tite s ; 
 If ever you have look’d on better dayes ; 
 
 Ifever beene where bels have knoll’'d to Church : 
 Ifever {ate at any good mansfeaft: aes 
 If ever from your eye-lids wip’d a teare,” 
 
 And know what’tis to pittie, and be pittied :° 
 
 Inthe which hope, Ibufh,and hidemy'Sword. = 
 
' eA syou 
 
 "Dy. Sen. Trucisit, that we have fcene better dayes, 
 And have with holy bell bin knowld to Church, 
 And fat at good mens featts,aud wip’d our eyes 
 Of drops, that facred pitty hath engendred : 
 And therefore fic you downe is gentleneffe, 
 And take upon command, what helpe we have 
 That to your waating thay be miniitred, 
 Orl. Then but forbeare your food alittle while : 
 Whiles (like a Doe) I goto finde my Fawne, 
 And give it food. There isan old poore man, 
 Who after me, hath many a wearic {teppe. 
 Limpt in pure love : till he be firft fntie’d, 
 Oppreft with two weake evils,age, and hunger, 
 I will not touch a bit. 
 Dz. Sex. Go finde him out, 
 And we will nothing wafte till you returne. 
 Orl. Itkanke ye, and be bleft for your good comfort. 
 Du. Sen. Thou feet ,we are not all alone anhappie » 
 This wide and vniverfall Theater 
 Prefents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane 
 Wherein we play in. 
 Ia, Ailthe world’sa ftage, 
 ‘And all rhe men and women, meerely Players; 
 They have their £-xsts and their Entrances, 
 And one man in his time plates many parts, 
 1 His Acts being fevenages. At firftthe Infant, 
 Mewling, and puking in the Nurfesarmes : 
 ‘Then, the whining Schoole-boy with his Satchell 
 | And fhining morning face, creeping like fnaile 
 { Vawillingly tofchoole. Andthen the Lover; 
 Sighing like Furnace, witha wofull ballad 
 | Madeto his Miftrefleeye-brow. Then a Soldier, 
 Full of ftrange oathes, and bearded like the Pard, 
 { Ielousin honor, fodaine, and quicke in quarrell, 
 Seeking the bubble Reputation 
 Even in the Canons mouth : And then, the Tuftice 
 In faire round belly, with good Capon lin’d, 
 Wich eyes fevere,and beard of formall cut, 
 Full of wife fawes,and moderne.inftances, 
 And fo he playes his part. The fixtage fhifts 
 ‘Into the leane and flipper’d Pantaloone, : 
 With {pectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide, 
 His youthfull hofe well fav’d, a world too wide, 
 For his farunke fhanke, and. his bigge manly'voyce, 
 Turning againetoward childifh trebble pipes, 
 And whittles in hisfound. Laft Scene of all, 
 That ends this ftrange eventfull hiftorie, 
 Is fecond childifhnefle, and meere oblivion, 
 Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafle, fans every thing. 
 
 Enter Orlando with eAdam. 
 
 Du.Sen. Welcome fet downe your venerable burthen, 
 and let him feed. 
 
 Orl. I thanke you moftfor him. 
 
 Ad. So had you neede, 
 I {carce can fpeake to thanke you for my felfe. 
 
 Du. Son. Welcome, fall too; Iwill not trouble you, 
 As yetto queftion you about your fortunes : 
 Give us fome muficke, and good Cozen, fing. 
 
 Songs: 
 
 Blow, blow, then winter wide, 
 Thou art not [a uukinde, as mans ingratitude 
 Thy tooth is nor fokeene, becaufethoun art not feent, 
 _ akshongh thy breath be rude. 
 
 bike it. 
 
 Heigh ho, fing heigh ho, unto the greeneholly, 
 
 Moft friendjbip is fayning; moft Loving wmeere folly: 
 The beigh ho, the holly, : 
 This Life is moft solly, 
 
 Fresze, freize, thom bitter skie that dost not bight fo nigh 
 
 as bemefitts forget : _ 
 Though thou the waters warpe, thy fling ts not fofoarpe, 
 as friend remembred nots 
 
 Heigh bo, fing @e. 
 
 Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands fon, | 
 Asyou have whifper’d faithfully you were, iw! 
 And as mine eye doth his effigies witnefie, 
 
 Moft truely limn’d, and living in your face, 
 
 Be truely welcome hither: Tam the Dute 
 
 Thatlov’d your Father: the refidue of your fortune, 
 Go tomy Cave, and tell me. Good old man, 
 Thouart right welcome, as thy Mafter is 
 Support him by the arme : give me your hand, 
 And let me all your fortunes underftand. Exennt. 
 
 cA tus Tertius. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Duke, Lords, & Oliver. 
 Du.Not fee him fince? Sir, fir, that cannot be : 
 But were I not the better part made mercié, 
 I fhould not fee an abfentargument 
 Of my revenge,thou prefent : butlooke to it, 
 Finde out thy brother wherefoere he is, 
 Seeke him with Candle : bring him dead, or living 
 Within this tweluemoneth, or turne thouno more 
 To feekea living in our Tertitorie. 
 Thy Lands andall things that thou doft call thine, 
 Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands, 
 Till thou canft quit thee by thy brothers mouth, 
 Of what we thinke againftthee. ie. 
 ol. Ohthat your Highnefle knew my heart inthis: | 
 Inever lov’d my brother in my life. = 
 Duke. More villaine thou. Well, pufh him out of dores | 
 Andlet my officers of fuch a nature 
 Make an extent pon his koufe and Lands: ~_— 
 Do this expediently, andturne himgoing. — Exewmte | 
 
 ie ee 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Orlando. : 
 
 Orl. Hang there my verfe, in witneffe of my love, - 
 And thou thrice crowned Queene of night furvey. 
 
 With thy chafte eye, fromthy pale fpheare above sf 
 
 Thy Huntrefle name, that my full life doth fway- | 
 
 O Rofalind, thefe Trees thall be my Bookes, 
 
 | Andin their barkes my thonghts Ile charracter,, 
 
 That every eye, which in this Forreftlookes,) 
 Shall fee thy vertue witneft every where “2°” 
 Run,run Orlando, carve on every Tree, 
 The faire, the chafte, and unexpreffive fhe. 
 Enter Corin. & Clowne, 
 Ce.And how like youthis fhepherds life M- 7 ests 
 
_ | Fels yon know are greafie. + 
 
 refpect itis not in the Court, itis tedious, As itis af{pare 
 
 Has’tany Philofophie in thee fhepheard? 
 
 | faw'ft good manners: if thounever faw’ ft good manners, 
 
 ers damnation: Thouart ina parlors ftate fhep- 
 | heard, 
 
 atthe Court, are asridiculous in the Countrey, as the be- 
 | haviour of the Countrie is moft mockeable at the Court. 
 | You told me, you falute not atthe Court, but you kiffe 
 
 { ¢rs were fhepheards. 
 
 J is not the greafe of Mutton, as wholefome asthe fweat of 
 _|4man? Shallow, fhallow: A better inftance I fay : 
 
 } amore founder inftance, come. 
 
 dof our fheepe sand would you have us kiffe Tarre? The 
 _ | Countiers hands are perfumed with Civer. 
 
 | {pect of a good peece of flefh ndeed : learne of the wife 
 
 _ | and perpend: Civet isofa bafer birththen Tarre, the 
 _ | veric uncleanly fluxe of'aCat. Mend the inftance Shep- 
 
 _| man: God make incifion in thee, thou art raw 
 
 ‘}- glad of other mens good,content with my harme : and the } 
 | Steatefl of my pride , is to fee my Ewes graze, and my 
 
 | Ewes andthe Rammes together, and to offer to get your 
 Le wing by the copulation of Cattle, to be bawd toa Bele 
 } weat 
 
 low. Trucly Shepheard , in refpect of it felfe, it isa 
 Boot life; eee an that it is afhepheardslife, it is 
 naught. In refpect that itis folitary, Ilike itvery well: 
 but in re{pect that itis private, itisa very vild life. Now 
 in refpect itis in the fields, it pleafeth me well: but in 
 
 life (looke you) it fits my hunaor well; but asthere isno 
 more plentie init, it goes much againft my ftomacke. 
 
 Cor, Nomore, but that I know the more one fickens, 
 the worfeat eafe heis: and that hee that wants mony, 
 meanes,and content, is without three good friends. That 
 the propertie of raine isto wet, and fire to burne ; That 
 good pafture makes fat fheepe : and that a great canfe of 
 the night, islacke ofthe Sunne: That hee that hath lear- 
 ned no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good 
 breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. 
 
 Clo. Such a one isa naturall Philofopher : 
 
 Was’cever in Court, Shepheard ? 
 
 Cor. Notraly. 
 
 Cfo, Then thou artdamn’d. 
 
 Cor. Nay,I hope. e 
 
 C4. Truly thou artdamn’d; like an ill roafted Egge, all 
 on one fide. 
 
 Cor. For not being at Court ? your reafon. 
 
 Col. Why, if thou never was’tat Court, thou never 
 
 then thy manners muft be wicked, and wickednes? is fi, 
 
 Cor, Nota whit Tonch/fone,thofe that are good maners 
 
 your hands; that courtefie would be uncleanly if Courti- 
 
 Clo. Inftance, briefly: come, inftance. gs 
 Cor. Why weare still handling our Ewes, and theit | 
 
 Clo, Why doe not your Courtiers hands {weate ? and 
 Come. 
 
 (Cor. Befides, our handsare hard. 
 (%. Y our lips will feele them the fooner. Shallow agen: 
 
 Cor. And they are often tarr’d over, with the furgery 
 
 Clo. Mott fhallow man: Thou wormes meate in res 
 
 Cor. You have too Courtlya wit, for me, Ile reft. 
 (io. Wiltthou reft damn’d? God helpe thee thallow 
 
 Cor, Sir,Lamatrue Labourer, I carne that Tate: get 
 
 that I weare ; owe no man hate, envie nomans happineffe: | 
 
 Lambes fucke. . 
 Cue. That is another fimple finne in you, to bring the 
 
 » and to betray a fhee-Lambe ofa twelvemonth 
 
 jill seo . 2 = al ‘ 
 , “a As youlike it. 
 
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 to acrooked-pated olde Cuckoldly Ramnic » out of all 
 reafonable match. Ifthon bee’ft not damn’d for this, the 
 
 divell himfelfe will have no fhepheards, I cannot fee elfe 
 how thou fhoufdft Scape. - 
 
 (or. Heere comes young M. Ganimed, my new Miftrit- 
 
 fes Brother. 
 
 Enter Rofalind. 
 Rof. From the east to wefterne I. nde, 
 no jewel ss like Rofalinde, 
 Er worth being mounted on she winde, 
 through allthe Pyorld beares Rofalinde. 
 All the pitlures faireff Linde, 
 are but blacke to Rofalinde : 
 Lat no face be kept in minde, 
 but the faire of Rofalinde. 
 
 Clo Me rime you fo, cight yeares together ¢ dinners , 
 and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted : it is the right 
 Butter-womens ranke to Market. 
 
 Rof. Out Foole. 
 
 Clo. Fora tafte. hare 
 
 if a Hart doe lacke a Hinde, 
 Let him fecke ont Rofalinde ; 
 If the Cat will after kinde, 
 fo be fare will Rofalinde: 
 Wintred garments muft be linde, 
 fomuSl flender Rofalinde: 
 They that reapmuft fleafe and binde, 
 then to cart with Rofalinde. 
 Sweeteft nut, hath fowreff rinde, 
 Such annt is Rofalinde, 
 He thas fweetest rofewik finde, i 
 muft fisde Loves pricke,& Rofalinde. 
 
 This is the very falfe gallop of Verfes , 
 fect yourfelfewiththem? 
 
 Rof. Peace you dallfoole, I found them ona tree. 
 
 (%. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite. 
 
 Rof. Ile graffe it with you, and then I fhall graffe it 
 with a Medler: then it will be the earliet fruit ith coun- 
 try : for you’l be rotten ere you be halfe ripe , and that’s 
 the right vertue of the Medler. 
 
 Cl. Youhave faid : but whether wifely or no, let the 
 Forreft judge... pihgi SRS . 
 Enter Celia with awriting. 
 Ref. Peace, here comes my fifter reading “Rand afide, 
 Cel, Why foonld thes Defert bee, 
 for it ss unpeopled ? Noe: 
 Tonges lle hang onevery tree, 
 that (halt civill fayings (oe. 
 Some ow briefe the Life of man 
 _ runs bes erring pilgrimage, 
 That the frretching of a Span, 
 . buoklesin his fumme of Age. 
 Some of violated vowes, : oe 
 smixt the foules of friend, and friend, 
 But upox the fairest bowes , 
 _ ov at every fentence end ; 
 WiRI Rofalinds write, wt 
 teaching all that reade to know 
 The quinteffence of every /prite, 
 heaven would in little fhow. 
 Therefore heaven Nature chang’ d., 
 _ that one body (bowld be fil'd 
 With all Graces wideenlarg’ a, 
 natnre prefently dsftsll’d 
 , 
 
 why dée you in- 
 
 Helen 
 
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 Helens cheeke, but not his heart, 
 Cleopatra's Maijeftie 
 Attalanta’s dester part, 
 fad Luctecia’s ModeStie. 
 "Thus Rolalinde of many parts, 
 by Heavenly Synode was devis'd, 
 Of weanie faces, eyes, and hearts, 
 tohave the touches deereft pris de 
 Heaven wonld that fhe thefe gifts fhould have, 
 and I toliue and ate her flave. 
 
 Ref. O moft gentle Iupiter what tedious~hemilie of 
 Love have you weatied your parifhioners withall,and ne- 
 ver cride,have your parifhiones withall, and never cride, 
 have patience good people. 
 
 Cel. How now | backe friends: Shepheard go off a lit. 
 tle: go with him firrah. : 
 
 Clo. Come thepheard , let us make an honourable re- 
 treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with ferip 
 and fcrippage- Exit. 
 
 Cel. Diditthou heare thefe verfes ? 
 
 Roj. Oyes, Uheard themall, and moretoo , for fome 
 ofthem hadinthem more feete then the Verfes would 
 beare. 
 
 (el. That's no matter: thefeet mightbearethe Verfes. 
 
 Rof: 1, butthe fect were lame, and could not beare 
 themfelves without the verfe, and therefore ftood lamely 
 inthe ver{e. 
 
 Cel. But didftthou heare without wendring, how thy 
 1 name fhou!d be hang’d and carved upon thefe trees? 
 
 Rof: 1 was{eaven of the nine dayes out of wonder, be- 
 fore you came : for looke heere what I found on a Palme 
 tree; I wasnever foberim’d fince Pythagoras time that I 
 was an Irifh Rat, which Ican hardly remember. 
 
 Cel. Tro you, who hach done this? 
 
 Rof. Isft aman? 
 
 Cel. And achaine that you once wore,about hisneck : 
 change you colour? , 
 
 Rof. Ipre'thee who?. 
 
 Cel. O Lord, Lord ; it isa hard matter for friends to 
 meete; but Mountaines- may be remoov'd with Earth- 
 quakes, and fo encounter. 
 
 Rof: Nay,but who isit? 
 
 Cel, Isit poffible 2 
 
 Rof. Naygs1 pre'thee now , with moft petitionary ve- 
 hemence,tillme whoitis. ) 
 
 Cel, O wonderfull, wonderfull, and moft wonderfull 
 wonderfull, and yet againe wonderfull, and after that out 
 ofallhooping- 
 
 Rof. Good my complection, doft thou thinkethough 
 Iam caparifon'd like a man,{ have adoublet and a hofe in 
 my difpofition? One inch of delay more, isa South-fea 
 of difcoverie. I pre’thee tell me, whoisit quickely, and 
 fpeake apace: 1 would thou couldft flammer , that thou 
 might’ft powre this conceal’d man out of thy mouth, as 
 Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth’d bottle : either too 
 much atonce, ernone at all. I'pre’thee takethe Corke 
 out of thy mouth,that I may drinke thy tydings. 
 
 _(el. So you may puta man in your belly. 
 
 Rof. Isheof Gods making ? What manner of man ? 
 Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin wortha beard ?, 
 
 Cel. Nay, he hath butalitele beard. 
 
 Rof. Why God will{fend more, if the man will bee 
 thankefull ; letme fay the growth of hisbeard , if thou 
 delay me not the knowledge of his chin, 
 
 Cel. Itis young Orlando, that tript upthe Wraftlers 
 heeles, and your heart,bothinaninftant- => 
 
 eA syoulkert. 
 
 Rof: Nay, but the divell takemocking : fpeakedfadde | 
 brow, and true maid: . rere) Gi 
 Cel. Vfaith (Coz)tishe, aged 
 
 Rof, Orlando? 
 
 Cel, Orlando. 
 
 Rof. Alasthe day, what hall I do with my doublet and 
 hofe 2. What did he when thou faw’ft him ? What fayde 
 he? How louk’d he? Wherein went he? What makes he 
 heere ? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How 
 parted he withthee ? And when fhalt thou fee hima- 
 gaine ? Anfwer me in one word. 
 
 Cel.. You mutt borrow me Gargantuas mouth firf: | 
 t'is a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages fize,to | 
 fay Iand no, to thefe particulars, is more then to anfwer 
 in a Catechifme. 
 
 Rof, But doth he know that Iam inthis Forreft, and} 
 in mans apparrell? Lookshe asfrethly, ashe did theday | — 
 he Wra fted? : 
 
 Cele Itisaseafietocount Atomiesasto fefolve the | 
 propofitions of a Lover : but take a tafte of my finding |” 
 him, and rellifhit with good obfervance- I found him 
 under atree likea drop’d Acorne. ae |: 
 
 Ref. It may wellbe cal'd Iovestree, when itdroppes | 
 forth fuch fruite. a 
 
 (<l. Give meaudience, good Madam. 
 
 Rof. Proceed. : 7 
 Cel. There lay hee firetch’d along like a Wounded 
 
 ‘khight. 
 
 Rof: Though it be pittie to fee fuch afight ; it wellbe | 
 comies the ground. aoe 
 
 Cel. Cry holla, tothe tongue, Iprethee: it curyettes a 
 unfeafonably. He was furnifh’d like a Hunter, Ea 
 
 Rof, O ominous, he comesto killmy Harts. : 
 
 . Cel. T would fing my fong without a burthen, thou 
 
 bring’ft me out of tune. oe 
 
 Rof. Do younot know lamawoeman, when! thinke, | 
 T mutt {peake: fweet, fay on. 
 
 Enter Orlando e laques. 
 Cel. You bring me ont. Soft, comes he not neere ? » 
 Ref. ’Tishe, flinke by, and note him. 
 Jag. 1thanke you for your companie, but good faith] | — 
 
 | had as liefe have beene my felfe alone. 
 
 Orl. And fo had I: but yet for fafhion fake 
 I thanke you too, for your focietie. 
 
 Taq. God buy you, let’s meet as little as we cans 
 
 Orl, Idodefire we may be better ftrangers. oi 
 
 Jaq. Upray you marre no more trees with Writing 
 Love-fongs in their barkes. rae 
 
 Orl. I pray you marre nomore of my verfes withrea | 
 ding them ill-favouredly. ; 
 
 laq. Rofalindeis your loves name? Ort, Yeslutt, | 
 
 Jaq. ido notlike her name. 
 
 Orl. There wasno thought of pleafing you whenfhe | — 
 was chriften’d. 
 
 Taq. What ftature is fhe of ? 
 
 Or/. luftas highas my heart. 
 
 Taq. You are full of prety anfwers: have younotbin ac- | 
 quainted with goldfmiths wives,& cond thé out of rings } 
 
 Orl. Not fo: but Ianfwer you right paintedcloath, — | 
 from whence you have ftudied you queftions. 
 
 Jaq. You haveanimble wit; Ithinke "twas made of 
 Attalanta’s heeles.. Will you fitee downe withme, ane 
 wee two will raile againft our Miftristhe world, andall 
 our miferie. : ee 
 
 Ort, Iwill chide no breather in the world but my : 4 
 
againft whom I know no faults. 
 Jaq. The worft fault yon have, is to be in love. 
 Orl.’Tisa fault I will not change, for your beft vertue:1 
 am wearie of you, 
 
 , 4aq. Bymyttoth, I wasfeeking for a Foole, when I 
 
 found you. 
 
 Orl. He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in,and you 
 fhall fee him. 
 
 Jaq. There I fhall fee mine owne figure. 
 
 Ort, Which [ take to be either a fooleyor a Cipher. 
 
 faq. le tarrieno longer with yo, farewell good figni- 
 orLove, . 
 
 Or, 1 am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monfieur 
 Melanchollie. ‘ 
 
 Rof. 1 wilfpeake to him like a faweie Lackie; and un- 
 der that habit play the knaue with him; do you heare For- 
 
 Orl. Verie wel, what would you ? ( befter : 
 
 Rof. I pray you, what i’ ftaclocke? 
 
 Ort, You thould aske me what time o’day : ther’s no 
 clocke in the Forreft. 
 
 Rof. Then there is no true Lover inthe Forreft, elfe 
 fighing every minute, and groaning every houre would 
 detect the lazic toote of time , as welasaclocke. 
 
 Orl. And why not the { wife foote of time? 
 that bin as proper ? 
 
 Rof. By no meanesfir; Time travels indivers paces , 
 
 with diverle perfons; Ile tell you who Timeambles with- 
 all, who Time trots withall, who time gallops withall,and 
 who he ftands fill withall, 
 
 Orl, Iprethee, whom doth he trot withall? 
 
 Rof Marry he trots hard with a young maid, between 
 
 Bad not 
 
 the interim be but afennight, Times pace isfo hard, that 
 it feemesthe length of feaven yeare. 
 
 Ort, Who amblestitne withall ? 
 
 Rof With*a Prieft that lackes Latine, anda rich man 
 that hathnor the Gowt: for the one fleepes eafily bea 
 caufe he cannot {tudy,and the other lives merrily becaufe 
 | he feelesnopaine: the one Jacking the burchen of leane | 
 
 and waftefull Learning ; the. other knowing no bur- 
 then of heavie tedious penurie.’ Thefe time ambles 
 withall, 
 Ort. Whom doth he gallop withall 2 
 Rof. Withatheete tothe gallowes: for though hee 
 Beaty as foot can fail,he thinkes himfelfe too toone 
 eres 
 
 Ord, Whom ftaies it {till withall? 
 
 Ref. With Lawiers in the vacation : for they ficepe be- 
 tweene Terme and Terme, and chen th cy perceive not 
 how time moves. 
 
 Orl, Where dwell you pretty youth? 
 
 Rof. With this Shepheardeffe ‘my fifter: heere inthe 
 skirts of the forreft, like fringe upon a petticoat. 
 
 Orl, Are you native of this place ? 
 
 Rof. As the Connie that you fee dwell where fheeis 
 
 | kindled. 
 | Orl. Youraccentis fomething soa y than yeu could 
 purchafe in foremoved a dwellin 
 
 Rof. I have bintold foof many: : but indeed, an old re- 
 ligious Vnckle of mine taught me to fj peake, who wasin 
 his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtthip too 
 well : for there he fell inlove. Ihave heard lim read ma-- 
 ny Lectursagainft it, and Ithanke God, Iam nota Wo- 
 "man tobe touch’d with fo many giddie offences as he hath 
 
 | generally tax’d their whole fex withall, 
 
 Ort. Can you remember any of the principall evils, 
 
 the contract of her marriage,and the dayit is folemnizdsif 
 
 ra eA sn lke it. 
 
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 that he laid to the charge of women? 
 
 Kof. There were none principall, they were jall like 
 one artother; ashalfepence are, ever y one fault feeming 
 monftrous, till his fellow-fanit cameto matchir, 
 
 Ort, I prethee recount fome of them. 
 
 Ref. No: I will not caft away niy pliyfick but on thofe 
 that are ficke, There i isaman haunts the Forreft, that a- 
 bafes our yong plants with cary ing Rofaknd on their 
 borkes; hangs Odes upon Hauthornes, and Elegies on 
 brambles ; ali i (forfooth) deifying the name of Rofalind. 
 If I could meet chat Faricie-monger, Iwould give him 
 fome good counfell, for he feemesto have the Qauptidian 
 of Love upon him, 
 
 Ord.1 am he thatis fo Lov e-fhak’d, I pray you tell me 
 your remedies. 
 
 Ref. There is none of my Vnckles markes upon you: 
 he taught ms how to know aman itilove + in which cage 
 of rnthes, | am fiare you are not prifoner. 
 
 Ort. What were his markes? - 3 : 
 
 Ref. A leane checke, which you have not :a blew eye 
 and funken, which you have not : an unqueftionable {pi- 
 rit, which you have not : a beard neglected , which you 
 have not :(but I parden you for thar, for fi imply your ha- 
 | ving no beard, isa younger brothers revennew) then your 
 
 hofe thould be ungarter’d, your bonnet unbanded ; your 
 fleeyve unbutron’ d, your thooe unti’de, and every thing 
 about you, demonftrating acareleffe defolation ; but you 
 are no fuch man; you are rather point device in your ac- 
 | couftrements, asloving your felfe, than feeming the Lo- 
 \ ver otany other. (1 Love. 
 
 Ort. Faire youth, T would I could make thee beleeve 
 
 Ref. Me beleev€ it? You may affoone make her that 
 you Love beleeve it, which I wartant fheis apter to do, 
 than to confeffe fhe do’s: that is one of the points,in the 
 Whickwomen ftill give thelietotheir confciences. But 
 in good footh, are you he that hangs the verfes on the 
 Trees,wherein Rofalindis fo admired? 
 
 Ort. Efweare to thee youth, bythe white hand of Ry: 
 Satsnd, { am that he, that unfortunate he. 
 
 Xof. Butare you fomuch in love,as your rimes fpealee? 
 
 Ort. Neither rime nor reafon can expreffe how much. 
 
 Ref. Love is meerely a madneffe, and Ttell you, de- 
 ferves as wella darke heufe,anda whip, as madmen do : 
 and the reafon wh y they are not fo panifh’d and cured; is 
 thatthe Lunacie is {0 ordinarie, tharthe whippers are in 
 lovetoo: yet I profeffe curing it by countell. 
 
 Or/. Did you ever eureany fo? 
 
 Ref. Yes one, and in this manner. He ws to imagine 
 me-his Loue, his Mittris: and I fet him every day to 
 wooe me, At whichtime would I, being buta moonifh 
 youth, greeve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and li- 
 King, proud, fantafticall, apifh, thailow; inconitant, full 
 of teares, full of {miles ; for every pailion fomething; and 
 for nopaflion truly any ‘ching, as boyes and women are for 
 the mott part, cattle of this colour : would now like him, 
 now loath him: then entertaine him, then forfweare him: . 
 how weepe for him,:then fpitat him} that f draye’my. 
 Suter from his mad humor of love, toa living bumior of 
 madnes, which wasto forf\ weare the full ftreame of the 
 world; andto live inanodke micerly Monaftick: and thus | 
 Icur'¢him, andthis way willl take“upon metowath | 
 your Liver as cleareas a found fheeps heart, that there thal 
 hot be one {por of louein’t. . 
 
 Ort. T would not becured, youth. 
 
 Rof: Vwould cure'you, if you would but'call me Ri ‘i= 
 hed, andcome euery day to my Coat, and wooe me.” 
 
 R 3 a ene OE. a ene OE. 
 
198 | 
 
 : oA syou ltke tt. 
 
 i 
 
 | Orlan. Now by the faith of my love, I will; Tellmee 
 where it is. f 
 
 Rof. Gowith metoit, and He fhew it you:and by the 
 '| way, you fhall cellme,where in the Forreft you live: Will 
 you goe ? : 
 
 Ort. With all my heart, good youth. : 
 
 Rof. Nay, you mutt call me Rofalind : Come fifter will 
 you goc? Exennt. 
 
 ena 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Clowne, Audrey, & laques. 
 
 Clo. Come apace good e4udrie, I will fetch up your 
 Goates, Audrey: and how Awdrieam I theman yet?Doth 
 my fimple feature content you? 
 
 And. Your features, Lord warrant us : what features? 
 
 (lo. Lam heere with thee,and thy Goates,asthe moft 
 capricious Poet honeft Ovid was among the Gothes. 
 
 lag. O knowledge ill inhabited , worfe then love ina 
 thatch’d houfe. 
 
 (lo. Whena mans verfes cannot be umerftood , nora 
 mans good wit feconded with the forward childe,under- 
 ftanding : it ftrikesaman more dead then a greatreckon- 
 ing in alittle rome: truly, 1 would the Gods had made 
 thee poeticall. ; 
 
 Auda do not know what Poeticall issis it honeftin deed 
 and word : is ita true thing ? ‘ 
 
 (lo. No truly: for the trueft poetric i the moft faining, 
 and Loversare given to Peetriesand what they fiweare in 
 Poetrie, may be faid as Lovers, they do feigne. 
 
 ead. Do you with then that the Gods had made mee 
 Poeticall ? 
 
 (low. dotruly : for thou fwear'ft to me thou art ho- 
 neft: Now if thou werta Poet, 1 might have fome hope 
 thou didit feigne.. 
 
 . Aud. Would you not have me honeft? 
 
 Clo, Notruly, unlefle thou wert hard favour'd : for 
 honeftie coupled to beantie, is to have Honie afaweeto 
 Sugar...’ 
 
 faq. Amateriall foole. 
 
 Aid. Well,} amnot faire,and therefore I praythe Gods 
 make me honeil. nies 
 
 Clo. Truly,and to cafte away honeftie upona foule flut, 
 were toput good meate into an uncleane difh. 
 
 ‘ site Tam nota flut, chough Ithanke the Goddes I am 
 
 ‘oule. ; 
 
 Clo. Well, praifed bethe Gods, for thy fouleneffe;ut- 
 tifhnefle may come hereafter. Butbe ir, as it may bee, I 
 willmarriethee: and to that end:,. L have beene with Sir 
 Oliver Mar-text, the V icar.of the next village ; who hath 
 | promis’dto meete me in thisplace:of the Forreft , and to 
 couple us. wee ona : 
 | Jaq. 1 would faine fee this meeting. 
 
 » Aud. Well, the Gods give us joy, | 
 
 Clo. Amen. Aman may if he weare of a fearfull heart, 
 
 -ftagger in this attempt: for heere wee have no -Temple 
 
 but the. wood, noaflembly but. horne-beafts,, But what 
 
 | thongh? Courage, As hornesareodious, they are necef- |. 
  farie. Icisfaid, many a man knowesno endof his goods; 
 
 right: Many a man has good Hornes, and knowesno end 
 
 No, no, thenobleft Deere hath them as buge asthe Raf- 
 
 call: Is the fingle man therefore blefled? No, asa wail’d 
 Towne is more worthier then a village;{o is the forehead | 
 ofa married man, more honourabie then the bare brow 
 
 ofa Batcheller: and by how much defence is becterthen | 
 
 no skill, by fo muchisahorne more precious then to 
 want. 
 
 Enter Sir Oliver Mar-texte 
 Heere comes Sir Olver: Sir Over AZar-text youare we 
 met. Wiil you difpatch us heere under this tree, or fhall 
 we goe with youto your Chappell? 
 Ol. Istherenone here to give the woman? 
 Clo. L will nottake her on guift of any mane 
 
 Ol. Truely fhe muftbee given , or the marriage isnot | 
 
 law full. 
 Jaq. Proceed, proceede:: Ile give her. . 
 Clo. Good even good M. what ye cal’t: how doe you | 
 Sir, youare verie well met: godild you for your laft com } 
 panie, I am verie glad to{ce you, even a toy in hand heere | 
 Sir : Nay, pray be cover’d. ree 
 Jag. Wi'l you be married, Motley ? = 
 Clo. Asthe Oxe hath his bow Gr,the horfe his curb,and | a: 
 the Falkon her bels, {o man hath hisdefires, and asPige- | 
 ons bill, fo wedlocke would be nibling. 189 
 Jaq. And willyou (being aman of your breeding) bee | 
 married under a buthlike abegger?. Get youto Church; |” 
 and havea good Prieft that can tell you whatamarriage is: | 
 chisfellow will but joyne you together, as they joyne > ~ 
 
 -Wainfcot, then one of you will provea fhrunke pannel, 
 
 and like greene timber, warpe,warpes 
 (to. Lam not in the minde, but | were better to be mar- 
 ried of him then of another, for he isnot liketo marie me | — 
 well ; and not being weil married, it will be a good exculé | — 
 for me hereafter, to leave my wifes, a 
 Jag. Goe thou with me. 
 And let me counfell thee. 
 Cle.Come {weete Andrit, 
 We mutt be married, or we mutt live in bandrey: 
 
 | Farewell good M. Oliver: Not OLweet Oliver, Obrave Ee 
 
 Oliver leave me not behind thee: But windeaway,be gone | — 
 
 I fay, 1 willnot to wedding withthee. & 
 Ol. ’Tisno matter; Ne’rea fantafticall knave of them | — 
 
 all fhall flont me out of my calling. Exess | 
 
 Scena Ouarta, 
 a, RE 
 
 Etter Rofalind e& Celia. , 
 Rof: Never talke to me, I wiil weepe- 2 
 Cel.Do I prethee, but yet haue the grace to confider,that 
 teares do not becomea man. ; 
 Rof: But haveI not caufetoweepe ? 
 (el. As good caufe as one would defire, 
 Therefore wetpe. lois 
 Rof. His very haire 
 Isof the diflembling colour. 
 - Cel, Something browner then Indaffes: 
 Marrie his kiffesare Iudaflesowne children. 
 Rof-I’faith his haire is of a good colour: 
 
 - CeleAnexcellent colour 3” 
 
 ines. - Your Cheffenut was ever the onely colour : 
 ofthem. Well, that.is the dowrie of his wife, ‘tisnone | vance 
 | of his owne getting; hornes, even fo poore mepialone : 
 
 Rof, And his kiffingis as fullof fanctitie, 
 
 _Asthe tonch of holy bread ‘ 
 
Z 
 
 ahi you like it. ie “199 
 
 (. Hee hath bought a paire of chaft lips of Diaza: a | That eyes that are the frailft, and fofteft things, 
 Nun of winters fifterhood kiffes.not, more. religiouflie, | Who thur theircoward gatesion atomyes, 
 the very yce of chaftitie is inthem. Should be called tyrants, butchers, murtherers. 
 
 Rofa. But wy didhe {weare he would come this mor- | Now I do frowne on thee with all my heart, 
 ning, and comes not ? And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill the ¢: 
 Cel. Nay certainly,there isno truth it him. Now counterfeit to fwound,why now fall downe, 
 
 Rof. Doe you thinke fo ? Or if thou canft not, oh for fhame, for fhame, 
 
 Cel. Yes, I thinke heis nota picke purfe, nor a horfe- | Lye not, to fay mine eyes are murtherers : ee 
 ftealer, but for his verity in love, I dothinke him ascon- | Now fhew the wouad mine eye hath made in thee, 
 cave asacovered goblet, ora Worme-eaten nut. Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remaines 
 
 Rof: Not true in love ? Some {carre of it: Leane bat upona ruth, 
 Cel. Yes, when he is in, but I thinke he isnot in. The Cicatriceand capable impreffure 
 Rof- You have heard him {weare downeright- he was- Thy Palme fome moment keepes : but now mine eyes 
 
 Cel. Was, isnotis: befides,the oath ofa Lover isno | WhichI have darted at thee hurt thee not, 
 ftronger then the word ofa Tapfter ; they are hoth the | NorI am fure there is no force in eyes 
 confirmer of falfe reckouings,he attends here in the for- That can doe hurt. 
 refton the Duke your father. _ | Si, Odeere Phebe, 
 
 Rof. I met the Duke yetterday, and had much quefti- | If ever(as that ever may be neere) 
 on with him: he askt me of what parentage I was; [told | You met infome frefh cheeke the power of fancie, 
 -him ofas good as he, fo ie laugh’d and let mee goe. But | Thgn fhall you know the wounds invifible 
 what talke we of Fathers, when there isfach aman as | That Loves keenearrowes make. 
 
 Orlando ? Phe. Buttill chat time 
 Cel. that's a brave man,he writes brave verfes,fpeakes | Come not thon neere me : and when that time comes, 
 | brave words, {weares brave oathes, and breakes them | Afflictme with thy mockes, pitty me not, 
 bravely, quite travers athwart che heart of hislover,asa | As till that time J fhail not pitty thee. 
 uifny Tiiter, that {purres hishorfe buton one fide, | Ref? And why! pray you? who might bee your mother 
 Rees, his {taffe likea noble goofe ;. but all’s brave that That you infulr, exulc, and all at once 
 youth mounts, and folly guides: whocomes heete? Over the wretched? whatthongh you haveno beauty 
 anit Asby my faith, I feenomore in you 
 Then-without Candle may goedarke to bed: 
 Maft you be therefore proud and pittilefie? 
 Why what meanes this? why do you Jooke on me? 
 I {ce no more in you then in the ordinarie 
 Of natures fale~worke? "ods my little life, 
 Ithinke fhe meanesto tangle mine eyes too : 
 No faith proud mittrefle, hope nor after it, : 
 Tisnot your inkiebrowes, your blacke filke haire, 
 Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheeke of creame 
 That can entame my {piritsto your worfhip: 
 You foolith Shepheard, wherefore do you follow her 
 Like foggy South, puifing with winde and reine; 
 You area thoufand times a properer man 
 Then fhe a woman. Tis fuch foolesas you 
 That makes the world full of ill-favourd children: 
 "Tis not her glaffe, but you that flatters her, 
 And out of you fhe fees her felfe more proper 
 Then any of her lineaments can fhow ker: 
 But Miftris, know your felfe, downe on your knees 
 Aad thanke heaven, fafting for a good mans love ; 
 For I'mutt tell you friendly in your eare, 
 Sell whenryou can, you arenot for all markets ¢ 
 Cry the man mercie, love him, take his offer, 
 Foule is moft foule, being fouleto be a {coffers 
 So take her to thee Shepheard, fare you well. 
 Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chidea yeere together, - 
 I had rather heare you chide, then this man wooe.._ 
 Rof.Hees falne in love with your fouleneffe,& thee'll 
 Fall inlove with my anger, Ititbe fo,as fat 
 As theanfweres thee with frowning lookes, ile fance 
 Her with bitter words: why looke you foupon me 2 
 Phe. For no iil willi beare you. 
 Rofe I pray you do not fall in love with me, 
 For I am falfer then vowes made in wine : 
 Befides, I like younot : if you willknow my houfe, 
 Tis at the tufft of Olives, bere hard by: . 
 Will you goe Sifter ? Shepheard ply her hard;. - 
 
 _ . Enter Corin, : 
 
 Corin, Miftrefle and Matter, you have oft enqnired 
 After the Shepheard that complain’d of love, 
 Whom you {aw fitting by me on the Turffe, 
 Prayfing the proud difdainefiull Shepherdeffe 
 That was his Miftrefle. 
 
 Cet. Well: and whatofhim? ; 
 
 Cor, Lf you will feea pageant truely plaid 
 Betweene the pale complection of true Love, _ 
 And the red glow of fcorne and prowd difdaine, 
 Goe hencea little and I fhall conduct you 
 If you will marke it. st, 
 
 Raf. _O come, let us remove, 
 The fight of Lovers feedeth thofe inlove : 
 Bring usto this fight and you fhall fay . 
 le prove a bufie aGtorin their play.” Exeunt. 
 
 Oana, — 2 _ale cee epinanemciemenipeewene ©: | apeneatnn—caiertedionendelcaieees 
 
 Scena Quinta. 
 
 Sake Silvius and Phebe. 
 
 __ Sil. Sweet Phebe doe not {corne me, do not Phebe 
 "Say that you love me ‘not, but fay not fo 
 
 Th bitternefle ; the common executioner 
 | Whofe heart th’accaftom’d fight of death makes hard 
 __| Falls not theaxe upon the humbled neck, 
 
 | But ficft begs pardon : will you fterner be 
 __ | Then hethat dies and lives by bloody drops? 
 
 | Sater Rofalind, Celia,and Corin. 
 __ Phe. Uwould not be thy executioner, 
 Afficthee, for I would not injure thee ; 
 ‘Thontellft me there is murther inmine eye, 
 ‘Tispretty fore, and very probable, 
 
 Come 
 
eA s you like it. 
 
 Come Sifter : Shepheardeffe, looke on him better 
 And benot proud, thoughall the world could fee, 
 None could be fo abus’d in fight as he. 
 Come, to our flocke, g E oe 
 Phe. Deed Shepheard, now I find thy faw of might, 
 Whoever lov’d, that lov’d not atfirit fight ? 
 Sil. Sweet Phebe. 
 Phe. Hah : what fay{t thou Ss!vius? 
 Sil. Sweet Phebepittyme. 
 Phe. Why Lam {orry for thee gentle Silvis. 
 Sil. Where ever forrow is,reliefe would be : 
 If you doe forrow at my gricfeinlove , 
 By giving love your forrow; and my griefe 
 Were bothextermin’d. : 
 Phe. Thou haft my love, is notthatneighborly ? 
 Sil. I would have you. 
 Phe., Why that were covetoufneffe « 
 Silvins; the time was, that I hated thee; 
 And yet it is not, that I bearethee love, 
 But fince that thou canft talke of love fo well, 
 Thy company, which earft was irkefome to mé¢ 
 I willendure; and Ile employ thee too : 
 But doe not looke for further recompence 
 Then thine owne gladneffe, that thou art employd. 
 Ssi. So holy, and fo perfect is my loves 
 And in fuch a poverty of grace, 
 That I fhall thinke it a moft plentious crop 
 To gleane the broken eares after the man 
 That the maine harveft reapes: loofenowandthen 
 A {cattered {mile, and that Ile live upon. (while? 
 Phe. Knowtt thou the youth that fpoketo mee yere- 
 Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft, 
 And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds 
 That the old Car/ot once was Matter of. f 
 Phe. Thinke not I love him,thoughIa ske for him, 
 ’Tis but a peevith boy, yet hee talkes well, 
 But what care I for words? yet wordsdo well 
 When he that fpeakes them pleafes thofe that heare : 
 _ It isapretty youth, not very pretty, 
 But fure hee’s proud, and yet his pride becomes him; 
 Hee’ll make a proper man: the beft thing in him 
 Is his complexion : and fatter then histongue 
 Did make offence, his eye did heale it.up: 
 He is not very tall, yet for his yeares hee’s tall: 
 His leg is but fo fo, and yet ‘tis well : 
 There was a pretty redneffe in his lip, 
 A little riper,and more luftie red 
 Then that mixt in his cheeke : ’twas juft the difference 
 Betwixt the conftant red, and mingled Damaske. 
 There be fome women Ss/vms, bad they markt him 
 Inparcellsas I did, would have goneneere 
 To fallin love with him : but for my part 
 Tlove him not,nor hate him not : and yet 
 Ihave more caufe to hate him thento love him, 
 For what had he to doeto chideat me ? 
 He faid mine eyes were blackeand my haire blacke, 
 And now Iam remembred, {corn’d at me: 
 I marvell why I anfwer'd not againe, 
 But that’s all one : omittance is no quittance 3 
 Ile writeto hima very tanting Lettter, 
 And thou fhalt beare it, wilt thou Sslvss 2 
 Sit. Phebe, with all my heart. 
 Phe. Me write it {trait : 
 The matter’s in my head, and in my heart, 
 _ L will be bitter with him, and paffing fhort; 
 
 Goe with me S#/vius. Exeunt, 
 
 Asus Quartus, ScanaPrima., 
 
 nee 
 Enter Rofalind, and Celia, and laques, 
 
 Jaq. I prethee,pretty youth, let me be better acquainted 
 with thee. 
 Rof. They fay you area melancholly fellow. 
 
 Tag. 1am {0 : I doe love it better then laughing. - 
 Rof. Thofe that are in extremity of either, are abhotiii- 
 nable fellowes, and betray themfelves to every moderne | 
 
 cenfure, worfe then drunkards. 
 
 Jaq. Why, ‘tis good to be fad and fay nothing. 
 
 Rof- Why then tis good to bea pofte. a 
 
 Jaq. 1 have neither the Schollers melancholy , which. 
 is emulation : nor the Mufitians , which is fantafticall ; | 
 nor the Courtiers, which isproud: nor the Souldier 
 which is ambitious: nor the Lawiers, whichis politickes 
 nor the Ladies , whichis nice: nor the Lovers ; which 
 isallthefe : butit isamelancholy of mine owne ; com- 
 pounded of many fimples, extracted from many objeés, 
 and indeed the fundrie contemplation of my travells, in 
 which my often rumination , wraps meina mofthumo- 
 rous fadneffe. 
 
 Rof. A Traveller : by my faith yon have great reafon 
 to be fad : I feare you have fold your owne Lands , tofee 
 other mens;then to have feene much,andto have nothing, 
 isto have rich eyes and poore hands. 
 
 Taq. Yes, 1 have gain'd my experience. 
 
 Enter Orlando. i 
 Rof- And your experience makes yon fad: I had rather | 
 havea foole to make me merrie, then experience to make | _ 
 me fad, and to travaile for it too. 
 Orl. Good day, and happinefle, deere Rofalind. ae | 
 Ort. Nay then God buy you, and you talke in blanke | 
 verfe. Exit.) 
 Rof. Farewell Mounfier Travellor: looke you lifpe, | — 
 and weare f{trange faites; difable all the benefits of your} 
 own Countrie:be out of love with your nativity,& almoft | 
 chide God for making you that countenance you are; | — 
 or I will fcarce thinke you have {wam ina Gundello. Why | 
 how now Orlando,where have you bin all this while? you | _ 
 alover? andyon ferve me fuch another tricke, never] — 
 come in my fight more. oe 
 Orl. My faire Rofahnd, come within cn houreofmy | 
 promife. 
 
 Ref. Breakean houres promife inlove? he that will | 
 divide a minute into athoufand parts, and breake buta}| J 
 part of tke thoufand part of a minute in the affairsofloves | 
 
 it may be faid of him that Cupid hath clapt him eth? fhoul. | 
 
 der, but Ile warrant him heart bole. ga 
 Orl. Pardon me deere Rofalind. eee 
 Rof. Nay,and yoube fo tardy, come no more in my | 
 
 fight, I had as leife be woo'd of a Snaile. : 
 
 Orl. Of aSnaile? 
 Rof: I, ofa Snaile : for though he comes flowly, h 
 carries his houfe on his head; abetter joynture I thinke 
 then you make a woman : befides , hee brings his deftinie 
 
 with him. Kf 
 Orl. What's that ? eee 
 Rof: Why hornes:whichfuch as youare faine to be be- 
 
 holding to your wives forzbut he come armed in his 
 
 tude, and prevents the flander of his wife. : 
 
 RSSES Orl. Vertue | 
 nc 
 
a. 
 
 202 
 
 OS TREE T Te a caes 
 
 rate: we muft have your doublet and hofe pluckt over 
 rome head, and hd world what the bird hath done 
 to her owne neft. 
 
 Rof. Ocoz,coz,coz: my pretty littlle coz, that thou 
 didft know how many fathome deepe I amin love: but 
 itcannot be founded: my affection hath an unknowne 
 bottome, like the Bay of Portugal. 
 
 Cel. Or rather bottonaleffe , that asfaft as you poure 
 affection in, it runs out. 
 
 Rof. No, that fame wicked Baftard of Venus , that aa 
 begot of thought, conceiv’d of {pleene , and borae © 
 madneffe, that blinde rafcally boy, that abufes every ones 
 eyes, becaufe his owne are out, let him be judge , how 
 deepe I aminlove: ile tell thee eAliena, 1 cannot be out ot 
 the fight of Orland "Ile goe finde a fhaddow, and figh til 
 he come, 
 
 (cl. And Ile fleepe- 
 
 ee so ee 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 «= _ ee ee 
 --~~-—-—— ‘= 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters. 
 
 Jaq. Whichis he that killed the Deare? 
 
 Lord. Sir, it was I. 
 
 Jaq. Let’s prefent him tothe Duke like a Romane Con- 
 querour,and it would do wellto ferthe Deares hornes up- 
 on hishead, fora branchof victorie; have youno fong 
 Forrefter for this purpofe ? 
 
 Lord. YesSire Paes : 
 
 Jag. Singit : ’tis no matter how it be in tune , foit 
 make noyfe enough. 
 
 Muficke, Song. 
 whar foal be bave that ksldthe Deare ? 
 His Leather skin, and hernes to weare : 
 Then fing him bome,the reft (ball beare this burthen; 
 Take thon no {corne to weare the borne, 
 Je was acrest ere thon waft borne, 
 Thy fathers father wore ity 
 And thy father bore st, 
 The borne the borne the luftly borne, 
 
 Isnot a thing to laugh to {corne. Exeny. 
 
 ee ee en, ee 
 
 Seana Tertia. 
 
 Enter Rofalind and Celia. 
 Rof: Wow fay you now, is it not paft twoa clocke? 
 And heere much Orlando. 
 Cel, I warrant you with pure love, & troubled braine. 
 Enter Silviss. 
 He hath t’ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forth 
 To fleepe: looke who comes here. 
 Sil, My errand is toyou, faire youth, 
 My gentle Phebe, bid me give youthis : 
 I knew not thecontents, but asI gueffe 
 By the fterne brow,and wafpifh action 
 Which the did ufe, as fhe was writing of it, 
 It bearesan angry tenure ; pardon me, 
 Tam but as a guiltleffe meflenger. 
 Rof-Patience her felfe would ftartle at this letter, . 
 
 eA syoulike it. 
 
 And play the fwaggerer, beare this, beare all : 
 Shee faies J am not faire, that I lacke manners, 
 She calls me proud, & that fhe could not love me 
 Were man as rare as Phenix : ’od’s my will, 
 Her love is not the Hare that Idid bunt, 
 Why writes the fo to me? well Shepheard, well, 
 This isa Letter of your ownedevice. 
 Sil. No,I proteft, 1 know not the contents, 
 PheSedid write it. 
 Rof: Come, come, you area foole, 
 And turn’d intothe extremitie of love. 
 I faw her hand, fhe hasa leatherne hand, 
 A freeftone coloured hand : I verily did thinke 
 That her old gloves were one, but twas her hands: 
 She hasa huf{wifes hand, but that’s no matter: 
 I fay the never did invent this letter, 
 This isa mans invention, and his hand, 
 Sid, Sure itis hers. 
 Rof.. Why, tisa boyfterousand a cruell ftile, 
 A ftile for challengers: why, fhe defies me, © 
 Like Turketo Chriftian : womens gentle braine 
 Could not drop forth fuch giant rude invention, 
 Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect 
 Then in their countenance : will you heare the letter ? 
 Sil. So pleafeyou, for I never heard it yet : 
 Yet heard too much of Pbebescrueltie. th 
 Ruf. She Phebes.me: marke how the tyrant writes. 
 Read. Art thon god, ta foeapbeard turn’ d? 
 That a maidens heart hath burn'd? 
 Can a woman railethus. 
 Sil. Call you this railing ? 
 Rof. Read. Why,shy godhead laid apart, 
 War st thos with a womans heart? 
 Did youever heare fuch railing 
 Whiles the eye of man did wooe me, 
 That conld do no venganceto me. 
 Meaning mea beaft. 
 [f the fcorne of your bright eine 
 Have power to raife (uch love in wine, 
 Alacke ,in me, what ftrange effect 
 Would they worke in milde a(pest? 
 Whiles you chid me, I didlove, 
 How then might your prayers move? 
 He that brings this love to thee, 
 Little knowes this love in me : 
 end by him feale up thy minde, 
 whether that thy youth and kinde 
 Will the fasthfull offer take 
 Of me, and all that I can make, 
 Or elfe by him my love denie, 
 And then lle indie how to die. 
 Sil. Callyouthis chiding? | ee 
 Cel. Alas poore Shepheard, a 
 Rof: Doe you pitty him? No, he deferves no pitty: | 
 wilt thou love fuch a woman? what tomake theeanin-} Jj 
 ftrument, and play falfe {trings upon thee ? not to be en 
 dur‘d. Well,goc your way to her; (for I fee: Love hath 
 made thee a tame f{hake) and fay thisto her ; That ifthe 
 love me, t charge her'to love thee : if the will not, I wi 
 never have her, unleffe thou intreat for her : ifyoubeea } 
 truclover hence, and nota word ; for here comes more | 
 company. Exit. Sil} 
 v. Good morrow, faire ones: pray you, ( if you} 
 Where in the Purlews of this Forreft funds. nf Bf Hd 
 
hi vons like it 
 
 4 A theep-coat, fenc’d about With Olive-tieess 
 
 Cel.Wcltof this place,downe in the neighbor bottome 
 The ranke of Oziers, by the murmuring {treame 
 Left on your right hand, bring youtothe place : 
 
 But at this houre “the houfe doth mempe i it felfe; 
 There’s none within. 
 
 O4. if chatan eye may profit by a tongue, 
 Then fhould 1 know you by defcription, 
 
 Such garments, and fuch yeeres : the boy is faire, 
 Of femall favour, and beftowes himfelfe 
 | Like a ripe fifter : But the woman low 
 And browner then her brother : arenot you _ 
 The owner of the houfe I did enquire for ? 
 * Cel. Tt isno boat, being ask’d ,to fay we are- 
 Ort. Orlaxdé doth commend him to you both, 
 And tothat youth he calls his Rofalind, 
 He fends thisbloudy napkin ; are you he? 
 
 Rof. Lam: whatmutt we underftand by this ? 
 
 Ort. Some of my fhame,if you will know of me 
 | What man Iam, and how, and why, and where 
 ‘Thishandkercher was ftain ‘de 
 
 Ce/. i pray youtell it. 
 
 04. When lait the young Or/ando parted from yous 
 Helefta promife to returne againe 
 | Within an houre, and pacing through the Forreft, 
 | Chewing the food of fweet and bitter fancie, 
 | Loe what befell: he threw his eye afide, 
 
 And marke what objectdid prefent it felfe 
 | Vader an old Oake, whole bows were mofs’d with age, 
 And highrop bald with drie antiquities 
 A wretched ragged man,ore-growne with haire 
 Lay fleeping on his backe; about his necke 
 A greeneand guilded {nake had wreath’d it felfe, 
 Who with her head, nimble in thr catesapproach’d 
 { The opening of his month; but fodainely 
 Seeing Orlando, it: cunlink’d it felfe, 
 
 And with indented glides, did flip away 
 Intoa buth, under whofe bufhes fhade 
 A Lyonneffe, with udders all drawne drie, 
 
 Lay cowching head on ground; with catlike watch 
 When that the fleeping man fhould ftirre; for ‘tis 
 The royall difpofition of that beaft 
 } Toprey on nothing, that doth feemeéas dead : 
 | This feene, Orlando did approach the man, 
 
 And found it was his brother, his elder'brother- 
 
 Cel. OL have heard him fpeake of that fame brother, 
 And he did render him the moft annaturali 
 Thatliv’d amongft men. 
 
 Ok, And well he might fo doe, 
 | For welll know he was wnnatura!l. 
 __ Rof. But to Orlando: did he leave him there 
 | Foodto the ftick’d and hungry Lyonneffe 2 | 
 
 ‘Ob. Twice did he turne his backe arid purpos'd 0 : 
 But kindneffe, nobler ever then revenge, 
 And: Nature ‘ftronger then hisjuftoccafion, © 
 Madehim give battle tothe Lyonneffe:: mayen 
 ~ | Whoquickely fell before him, in which hurtling: « 
 
 | From miferable (lumber I awaked. 
 
 “Cel, Are you his brother ? 
 be Was't you he refciy'd? 
 
 (els Was’t you that did fo oft contrive to kill Him ? 
 es asi ybut’tisnotl + Idoe not-{hame 
 Totdlyoa what I was; fince my converfion 
 
 So fweetly taftes, being the thing 1. am. 
 
 Nervi But for the. bloody — i 
 
 Oto; By and by +. 
 
 When from the firft to laftbetwixt us two, ~ - 
 Teares our recountments had moft kindely bath’ d, 
 Ashow I came into that Defert piace. 
 
 In briefe, he led me to the gentle Duke, . 
 
 Who gave me freth array, and entértainement; 
 Committing me unto my brothers love. 
 
 Who led me very | unto his Cave, 
 
 There ftript himfelfe, and heere upon his arme 
 The Lyonneffe had torne fome flefh away, 
 
 Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, 
 And cridein fainting upon Rojalinds, 
 
 Breefe , Irecover’d him, bound up his w ound, 
 And after fome {mall {pace, being ftrong at heart, 
 He fent me hither, ftranger as I ana 
 
 Totell this ftorie, that you might excufe 
 
 His broken ents ,andto give this napkin 
 Died in his blood, unto the Shepheard youth, 
 That he in {port doth cali his Rofalind. 
 
 Cel. Why how now Gasimed, {weet Ganimed, 
 
 Oli. Many will f{woon when they do looke on bloud. 
 
 Cel Thereismorein it ; Cofen Ganimed. 
 
 O&. Looke; he recover: $3 
 
 Rof- I would I were at home. . 
 
 (et. Wee’ ll leade youthither: 
 
 I pray you will you take him by the arme. 
 
 Olk. Be of good cheere youth: youaman? 
 You jackea mans heart. 
 
 Rof. Idoe fo,  confeffe it : 
 Ah, firra, a body would thinke this was. well couhterfei- fF 
 } ted,I pray youteil your brother how well I counterfeited: 
 heigh-ho. 
 
 04. This was not Me pee there is too greatte- 
 |e in your complexion, thatit was paffion af. ear 
 ne 
 
 Rof. Counterfeit, I aflure you. 
 
 O44. Wellthen, take agood heart’, and counterfeit to} 
 be a man. 
 
 Rof- So I doe: but yfaich, I thould have Bienen ‘Woman 
 by right. 
 
 Cel, Come, youlooke paler and paler's pray you dewey 
 homewards : good fir, goe withus. 
 
 Oli, That willl: for T matt beare anfwere backe 
 How youexcufe my brother, Rofalind. 
 
 Rof I thall devifefomething: but I pray youcommend } 
 my ae to him: “will yougoe > 2s. 
 
 Excunt. 
 
 _ Atus Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
 . “eee 
 Ente, Cle We and Anirie. ‘ 
 
 Che We Chall finde a time Ardrie F patience gentle 
 Awdries ; 
 
 Awd. Faith the Priel v was good cnpunly for ‘alb'the 4 
 old gentlemans faying. 
 
 Clw. A moft wicked Sir Oliver, Awdric., a moltvile 
 Mar-text. But e4mdrie,there is a-youth heere in the For- | 
 reft layes claime to you. 
 
 efwd. 1,1 know who’tis: he hath no intereft in me in 
 the world : ~~“ coines the mnan zn meanic. 
 
 aig pilians 
 Ce Iris cena drinke to meto: fe a bistieict ee 
 
204. 2 “A syoubkeit. a 7 
 
 my troth, we that have good wits have much toanfwer | And loving woo? and wooing, the fhould graunt? And } - 
 for : we fhall be flonting : we cannot hold. willyou perfever toenjoy her? We 
 will. Gooden'n Andrey. ol. Neither call the giddinefle of it in queftion; the poe | 
 efud. God ye good eu'n William. vertic of her, the {mall acquaintance, my {odaine wooing, | 
 Will. And good eu’n to you Sir. “7/1 nor fodaine confenting: but fay with me, I love Alena: | 
 Clo. Good éu’n geutle friend, Cover thy head, cover | fay with her, that the loves me ; confent with both, thar } 
 thy head : Nay prethee be couer'd» How olde areyou | we may enjoy eachother : it thall be to your good ; for f 
 Friend? a my fathers houfe, andallthe revennew, that was old Sirf 
 will, Fiveand twenty Sir. Rewland:,will I eltate upon you, ,and heere live and djea } — 
 Clo. Aripe age: Is thy name Wiliam? Shepheard. > la 
 will, William, fit- : ¥ 3 
 (lo. Afairename} Was't bornei’th Forrelt heere? Enter Rofalind. 
 Will. T firy1 thanke God. 
 Cl. Thanke God ; A good anfwers Orl. Youhave my confent. : ih 
 Art rich ? ; Let your wedding beto morrow :thither willl) \@: 
 Hell,’ Faith fir, fo, fo. Invite the Duke, and all’s contented followers: 
 Clo. So,fo, is good, very good, very excellent good: | Go you, and prepare Aliena ; for looke you, 
 and yet it isnot, it 1s but fo, for Heere comes my Rofalindle. 
 Art thou wife ? Rof: God fave you brother. 
 will. \ fir, 1 havea prettic wit. ot, And you faire filter. ; Pee | 
 Ch. Why, thou fayelt well. I do now. remember afay- Rof. Oh my deere Orlando, how it greeves metofee | 
 ing: The foole doth thinke he is wife, bat the wifeman | thee weare thy heart ina fcarfe. + ae 
 knowes himfelfe to beaFoole..The Heathen Philofo- | Ors Itis my arme. 
 pher, when he hada defire to catea Grape, would open Rof. I thought thy heart had beene wounded withthe 
 his lips when he putit into bis mouth, meaning there- | clawes ofa Lion. . aw 
 by, that Grapes were made tocate, and lippes to open. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady.,../> 
 You do love this maid 2 Rof. Lid your brother tell you how I counterfeytedto f - 
 Will. I do fir- found, when he fhew’d me your handkercher?, Ap 
 Clo, Give me your band ; Art chou Learned? Orl.. I,and greater wonders then that. r 
 Will. Nofite . . Rof. O, 1 know where you are : may, tistrae: there 
 Col* Thenlearne this of me, To have, is to haves'For | wasnever-any thing {o fodaine,, but the fight of two | 
 itis-afigurein Rhetoricke, that drinke being powr'd out | Rammes, and (¢/ars Thrafonicall bragge, of, Lcame, faw, | 
 ofa cap intoa glafles; by-filling the ones doth empty the | andovercaine. For your brother, and. my fitter, nooo } 
 other. For all your Writers do confent , that é/eis hee-s, | ner meti, but they. look’d: no fooner look’d, but they } 
 now youare not épfé for Lamhe _ | lov’d ; no foonerloy'd,, but they figh’d : no fooner fighd | 
 Wks Which he fir? ' butthey ask’d one another. the reafon :. no. fooner knew } — 
 Col. He fir, that muft marriethis woman: Therefore’ | the reafon, but they. fought the semedie: and-in thelé f 
 you-Clowne, abandon’: which isin the vulgar, leavethe | degrees, have they. madea paire Of ftaires to marriage, | 
 {ocietie : which in the boorifh, iscompanie, of:thisfe- |, which they will climbe incontinent , or elfe be ineonti« # 
 male's whichinthecommon, iswomian.: which tege- |, nent before marriage; they are inthe verie wrath of | 
 ther, is, abandonthe fociety .of this: Female; or Clowne love, and‘ they» will} together. Clubbes cannot part’ 4 
 thou perifheft:orto thy betteriunderftanding, dyefts or: |! them. an Re 
 (towit) 1 killthee, makethee away,wanflatetbylifein- |) Ord. They: fhall be marzied!ro morsow.: and Twall' |) — 
 ‘todeath,.-thy liberty inte bondage: 2:I'willdeale inpoy- |) bid the Duke tothe Nuptiall.. But 'O, how. bitterathing |)” 
 ‘fon with thee, of inbaftinado, orin fteele:- I will bandy, | it is,tc looke into;happines. through.another manseyes 4} 
 - withthe in faction, 1 will ore-run thee with policy: I | by fo much the more thall! to morrow’ beat the height |) 
 will kill thee a hundred and fifty wayes, therefore trem- |) of heart heavinefles, by how much {hall chinkemy-bros, a 
 , bleand depart. ther happie, in having what he wifhes for. or: b‘vil ied? 
 _ Aud. DogoodMiliame |. 1h | Rof: Why then tomorrow) Ticannof ferve your. 
 will. "God reft yov'merty firs © 8 “Exit. |\ for Rofalind ? : 
 ee | ge on liveno'longer by thinking. od Oak 
 Eater Corbi?  Rof. Iwill wearte- yoy then no! longer with) idle tall], 
 : vhs bane Sq, king.. Know of methen (for now. fpeake.to, fomepur- [> 
 Cor. Our Matter and Michelle ES you:comeaway,| pofe) that I know: you area Gentlemen of good coriceit) 
 awaye so. shat. fei7 e Fen | yw &\ | Ifpeakenotthis, that you fhould, bearea good opinion) 
 | Clo. Tip eAudry, trip Andry, Lattend, anivat| |of my knowledge : infommich (Lfay) know yonate: nel} — 
 | Battend )  onana boos eeu fismlot) teint Exeume, | ther doe Labor, fora greater efteemie then may iafome’) | 
 / bese Slot little meafure draw a beleefe fram: yon, to doe your felfe! 
 
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 SN WO pe hediw fom AwwalS | ygood,andinotto grace me. Boeeve thien-,.if you'pleafe, |. 
 Scena Secundae o8 sasse\| thatT can doe ftrange things? Dhave:fince Lwas rheee |) 
 d "sO eos seyiels aye! fea} yearé oldiconverft, ‘with aMagitidns:inof: pro | 
 
 eae ee i won bs | his Art, and yet:nor: dampableclfyewdolove Rofal 
 | |: Lsovorls| foneere the heartsas your gefture cries it ant:weher yo 
 : | brother marries A4ena, {halkyou! marri¢ hers know ite) 
 Ori. Is't poflible, that ov:fo.ilittle acquaintance you | to what ftraights of fortunethe isdtiven:, andit ister) — 
 
 | fhouldike her? thac, but feeing, you should. leve her, 2 impoffible to me, ifitappeare not incanvenient to you, 
 
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As youlike it. — 208 
 
 to fet her before your eyes to morrow, humane as fheis, 
 and without any danger. 
 Orl. Speak’ ft thou in fober ssn. 
 Rof, By my life I do , which I tender deerly , though 
 I fay 1am a Magitian : Therefore put you in your beft a- 
 ray, bid your friends : for if you will be married to mor- 
 row, you fhall : and to Rofaéind if you will. 
 Enter Siloius & Phebe. : 
 | Looke, here comes a Lover of mine , anda lover of hers. 
 Pbe. Youth,you haue done me much vngentleneffe, 
 Te thew the letter that I writ to you. 
 | -Rof. care not if I havezit is my ftudie 
 |-To feeme defpightfull and vngentle to you: 
 You are there followed by a faithful fhepheard, 
 ‘Looke vpon him,love him:he worfhips you. _ 
 Phe. Good thepheared,tell this youth what ’tis to love 
 * Sil. Itis to be all made of fighes and teares, 
 | And fo am I for Phebe. 
 
 Heere come two of the banith’d Dukes Pages, 
 Exter two Pages. 
 
 1. Pa. Wel met honeft Gentleman: 
 
 (‘. By my troth well met:come, fit,fit,and a fong. 
 
 2. Pa. Weare for you, fit i'th middle. 
 
 1. Pa. Shal we clap into’t roundly, without hauking, 
 or fpitting,or faying we are hoarfe ; which are the onely 
 prologues to a bad voice. 
 
 ‘2. Pa. faith, y’faith,and both in-atune like two gip- 
 fies on a horfe. 
 
 Song, 
 Tt was aLover,and brs laffe, 
 With a hey,and abe, and ahey nonino, 
 That o've the greene corne feild did paffe, 
 41 the [pring time, the onely pretty rang time, 
 When Birds do fing hey ding a ding déxg.  * 
 Sweet Lovers love the [prin fy 
 
 end therefore take the prefeni time, 
 
 Phe. And I for Gavsmed. With abey,& abo, anda hey -onsno, \ 
 Or. And I for Rofulsnd. For love ss crowned with the prime. 
 Rof. And [ for no woman. In {pring time, oc. 
 
 Sil. Itis to be all made of faith and {ervice, 
 | And foam I for Ph:be. 
 | Phe. And | for Gammed, 
 Or. And 1 for Rofalina. 
 Ref. And I for no woman. 
 | Sil. It is fo be all made of fantafie, 
 } All made of paifion,and all made of wifhes, 
 | All adoration,duty and obferbance, 
 | Allhumblenefle all patience, and impatience, 
 | All purity,all triall,all obfervance: 
 | And foam I tor Phebe, 
 | Phe, And foam | for Gavimed. 
 | Or. And {o am I for Rofalind. 
  Rof. And{o am Ifor no woman. 
 | Phe. If this be fo,why blame you me to love you? 
 | Sil. If this be fo,why blame you me to love you? 
 | Or. 1f this be fo,why blame you meto love you? 
 | Rof: Why do you {peake too, Why blame you meeto 
 | love you. ; 
 1 ord. To her,that is not heere,nor doth not heare. 
 
 Betweene the acres of the Rie, 
 
 Witha bey,and a ho, a hey nominos 
 
 Thee pretty Conntry folks would Ty, 
 Ln fpring time, cc. 
 
 This Carroll they began that howre, 
 
 With a boy and a ho, a hey nonino, 
 
 How that atife was but a F lower, 
 In {pring time, Os 
 
 Clo.Truly youg Gentlemen,thouch there was no great 
 matter in the ditty,yet the note was very vntunable. 
 
 1. Pa. you are deceive'd Sir,we kept time , we loftnot 
 our time. , rece esc Ue 
 
 Clo. By my troth yes : Icount itbut time loft to heare 
 fuch a foolifh fong. God buy you , andGod mend your 
 voices. Cume e4udric. 8 Exeunt. 
 
 —_—— 
 
 | _ Rof- Pray you no more of this , *tislike the howling of 
 | Irifh Wolves againft the Meone:I will helpe you if I can: Sta ha Quar bay. 
 | Iwould love you if Lcould: To morrow meet me alto- || ——————______ sk 91QOL 
 
 | gether : I will marry you , if ever I marry Woman , and 
 Ile be married to morrow : I wiil fatisfie you , if ever 1 
 fatisfi'd man,and you fhall be married to morrow. I will 
 content you, if what pleafes you contents you , and you 
 fhall be married to morrow : As you love Ru/ahnd meet, 
 | as you love Phebe meet,and as I love no woman, Ile mect: 
 fo fare you well : I have left you commands 
 | S#. Tle not faile, if I live. / 
 P he. Nor | : 
 Or. Nor I. : - Exenat. 
 
 Enter Duke Senior, Amyens,Taques, Orlande, 
 Olsver, Colta. 
 
 Dxs.Sen, Doft thou bele: ve Orlando, that the boy 
 Can do all this that he hath promifed? 
 
 Or. I fometimes do beleeve,and fometimes do not; 
 As thofe that feare they hope,and know they feare. 
 
 Enter Rofatinade,Silvsns,c Phebe. 
 
 Ro. Patience once more,whiles our compact is vrg"d: 
 You fay, if I bring in your Rofalinde, 
 You will beftow her on Or/ando heere? (hir. 
 
 Du. Se. That would I, had | kingdomestogive with 
 
 Rof- And you fay you will have her,when I bring hir? 
 
 Or. That would 1, were I of all kingdomes King. 
 
 Rof. You {ay,you'l marry me, if 1 be willing.) 
 
 Pbe. That will I, fhould 1 dy the houre after. 
 
 Ro; But if you do refiife to marry me, 
 You'l give your felfe tothis moft faithfull Shepheard. “} 
 
 Phe. Sois the bargaine. e 
 
 Rof You fay that you’! have Phebe if the will. 
 
 _, Sit. Though tohave her and death, were both one 
 thing. © > : = 
 pi a al Rof , ; 
 
 Scena T crtia. 
 
 Enter (lowne and Audrey. 
 
 Cle.To morrow is the joyfullday etwarey,to morow 
 -a “te i, married. 
 
 #1 do defire it with all my heart:and.I hope iris no 
 | difhoneft defire, to defireto bea woman of the world? 
 
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 Rof. Lhave promis'd to make all this matter even: 
 Keepe you your word,O Duke, to give your daughter, 
 You yours Or/ando, to reccive his daughter: 
 
 Keepe you your word Phebe,that you'l marry me, 
 Or elfe i me,to wed this fhepheard: 
 Keepe your word S#lsius,that you'l marry her 
 If fhe refufe me, and from hence I go 
 To make thefe doubts all even. Exit Rof.and Celia. 
 
 Dw. Se. i do remember in this fhepheard boy, 
 Some lively touches of my daughters favour. _ 
 
 Or. My Lord,the firft time that lever faw him, 
 Me thought he was a’ brother to your daughter: 
 But my good Lord,this Boy is Forreft borne, 
 And hath bin tutor’d in the rudiments 
 Of many defperate ftudies,by his vnckle, 
 Whom he reports to bea great Magitian. 
 Enter Clowne. and Audrey. 
 
 Obfcured in the circle of this Fortett. 
 
 faq. There is {ure another flood toward,and thefe cou- 
 ples are comming to the Arke. Here comes payre of 
 very ftrange beafts, which in all tongues, are call'd 
 Fooles. se 
 
 C/o. Salutation and greeting to youall. 
 
 1aq-Good my Lord,bid him welcome: This is the Mot- 
 ley-minded Gentleman , that Ihave fo often met in the 
 Forreft:he hath bin a Courtier he {weares. 
 
 (7%. If any man deubt that, let him put mee to my pur- 
 gation , I have trod a meafure , I have flattred a Lady , I 
 have bin politicke with my friend, fmooth with mine 
 
 } enemie, I have vndone three Tailors , 1 have had foure 
 quarrels, and like to have fought one. 
 
 Jaq. And how was that tane up? 
 
 Cle. Faith we met, and found the quarrel was upon 
 the feventh caufe. . 
 
 Jaq. How feventh caufe ? Good my Lord , like this 
 fellow. 
 
 Da. Se. Like him.very well. 
 
 Ch, God’ild you fir,I defire you of the like: I preffe in 
 heete fir,amongft the reft of the Country copnlatives to 
 
 -{weare , andto forfweare , according as marriage binds 
 and blood breakes : a poore virgin fir,amil faver’d thing 
 fir, but mine owne, a poore humour of mine fir, to take 
 that that no man elfe will : rich honefty dwelslikea mi- 
 “3 fir, in a poore houfe, as your Pearle in your foule oy- 
 
 ere 
 
 Du. Sen. By my faith,he is very {wift,and fententious 
 
 Cl. According to the fooles bolt fir,and {uch dulcet 
 difeafes. 
 
 faq. But for the feventh caufe. How did you finde the 
 quarrell en the feventh caufe? 
 
 (70. Vpona lye , feven times removed : ( beare your 
 body more feeming e4#dry )asthus fir: I did diflike the 
 cut.of a certaine Courtiers beard : he fent me word, if I 
 {aid his beard wasnot cut well, hee was in the minde it 
 was: this is call’d the retort courteous. If I fent him 
 word againe,it was not well cut, he wold fend me word 
 he cut it to pleafe himfelfe:this'is call’dthe quip modeft. 
 If againe, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment: 
 this is called,the reply churlifh: If agai ne it was not wel 
 cut , he would an{wer I{pake not true : this iscall’dthe 
 reproofe valiant. If againe, it was not wellcut , he wold 
 
 “fay, I lie : this is call'd the counter-checke quarrelfome: 
 and {fo to the lie circumftantiall,and the lie direct. 
 
 age And how oft did you fay his beard was not well 
 cut: 
 
 Cle. I durft go no further then the lye circumftantiall: 
 
 eAs.you like tt. 
 
 nor he durft not give me the lie direct : and fo wee mea- 
 fur’d {words, and parted. 
 
 Jaq. Can you. nominate in order now, the degrees of 
 the lie. 
 
 (%. O fir, we quarrel in print ,: by the booke : as you 
 have bookes for good manners : I will name you the de. 
 grees. The firft, the Retort courteous : the tecond , the 
 Quip-modeft : the third , the reply Churlifh:the fourth, 
 the Reproofe valiant:the fift , the Counterchecke quat- 
 relfome:the fixt, the Lye with circumftance : the fea- 
 venth, the Lye direct : all thefe you may avoyd, burthe | 
 Lye direct : and you may avoide that too, withanif. 1 
 knew when feven Iuftices conld not take upa Quarrell, 
 but when the parties were met themfelves , one of them 
 thought but of an If; as if you faide fo, then I faide fo: 
 and they fhooke hands, and {wore brothers. YourIf, is 
 
 _ the onely peace-maker : much vertue inif. 
 
 Jaq. Is not thisa rare fellow my Lord ? He’sas good 
 at any thing, and yet afoole. 
 
 Da. Se. He ufes his folly like a ftalking-horfe, and un- 
 der the prefentation of that he fhoots his wit. 
 
 Enter Hymen, Rofalind, and (elia. 
 Still Muficke. 
 Hymen, Then is there mirth in beaven, 
 When earthly thingsmade eaven 
 Attone together. 
 Good Duke receive thy daughter, 
 Hymen from Heaven brought her, 
 Yea brought her hether. 
 That thon might$t joyne his hand with hie, 
 Whofe heare within bss boforme ss. 
 Rof.To you I give my felfe, for I am yours. 
 To you I give may felfe,for Iam yours. 
 
 Du.Se. If there be truth in fight,you are my dai ter 
 
 Or. If there be truth in fight,you are my Rofali 1.4 
 Phe. If fight & fhape be true,why thenmy loveadiev.| ) 
 Rof- le have no Father, if you be not he: a 
 Tle have no Husband, if yon be not he: 
 Nor ne’re wed woman, if you be not fhe. 
 Hy. Peace hoa:! barre confufien; 
 ’Tis I muft make conclufion 
 Of thefe moft ftrange events: 
 Here's eight that mutt take hands, 
 To joyne in Hymens bands, 
 If truth holds true contents, 
 You and you,no crofle fhall part; 
 You and you, are heart in heart; 
 You,to his love muft accord, 
 Or have a Woman to your Lord. 
 You and you,are {ure together, 
 As the Winter to fowle Weather: 
 Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we fing, 
 Feede your felves with queftioning: 
 That reafon, wonder may diminifh 
 How thus we met,and thefe things finifh. 
 Song. . 
 Wedding is great Innos crowne, 
 O bleffed bond of boordand bed: 
 Tis Hymen peoples every towne, 
 High wedlocke then be honered: 
 Hoxor,bigh boner and renowne 
 To Hymen, God of every Towne. 
 
 ® Du. Se.O my deere Neece, welcome thou artto me, 4 
 
 Even daughter welcome, inno leffe degree. ig 
 Phe | 
 
Phe. Lwillnoreate my word,now thou art mine, 
 
 Thy faith, my fancie to thee doth combine. 
 
 Enter fecond Brother. 
 
 2. Bro. Let me have audiencé for a word Or two: 
 
 Tam the fecond fonne of old Sir Rowland, 
 | That bring thefe tidings to this faire affembly. 
 Duke Fredericke hearing how that every day, 
 Men of great worth retorted to this forreft, - 
 Addreft a, mighty pewer,which were on foote 
 | Inhis owne conduct, purpofely totake 
 His brother heere,and pat him tothe fiword: ~ 
 Andto the skirts of this wilde Wood he came; 
 | Where,meeting with an old Religious man, 
 After fome queition with him,was converted 
 | Both from his enterprize, and from the world: 
 1 His crowne bequeathing to his banifh’d Brother, 
 | Andall their Lands reftor’d to him againe 
 | That were with him exil’d. This to be true, 
 } Ido engage my life. 
 Duz.Se. Welcome yong man: 
 | Thouoffer’ft fairely tothy brothers wedding: 
 1 To once his lands with-held, and to the other 
 A land it felfe at large,a potent Dukcdome. 
 | Firft, in this Forreft, let us do thofe. ends 
 } That heere were weil begun, and well begot: 
 And after, every of this happie number 
 
 | That have endar'd fhrew’d daies, and nights withus, 
 
 Shal fhare the good of our returned fortune, 
 According to the meafure of their ftates. 
 
 ‘| Meane time, forget this new-falne dignity, 
 | And fall into our Rufticke Revelry: 
 
 } Play Muficke, and you Brides and Bride-groomes all, 
 
 | | With meafure heap’d in joy,to th’ Meafures fall. 
 
 laq. Sir, by your patience : if { heard you rightly, 
 
 The Duke hath puton a Religious life, 
 | And throwne into neglect the pompous Court. 
 
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 23: Bro, He hatha ee /2-Syapy | F 
 faq; Yo him will 1: out of thefeeonterdites, 
 There is thuch matter to be heard, and learn’d: 
 You toyour former Honor, bequeath; | 
 
 YouF patience, and your vertue, weildefetves ir. 
 You'toa love, that your true faith doth merit: 
 YOu to your land, and love, and great aliies: 
 
 You to along,and well-deterved bed: 
 
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 ; And you to wrangling, for chy lovine voyage 
 Is but for two monetlis victuail’d: So to your pleafares, 
 
 Lam ferother,then for dancing meazures. 
 Du. Se. Stay, laques, fay. 
 Jaq. To {ce no paltime, I: what you would have, 
 
 | Ile {tay to know, at your abandon’d cave. 
 | Da Se. Proceed, proceed, we will begin thefe rights, 
 | Aswedotrutt, they’! end in true delights. 
 Rof. it isnot the fafhion to fee the Lady the Epilogue: 
 but it iso. more unhandfome’, then to fee the Lord the 
 Prologue. If it be true, that goood wine needs no buth, 
 | “tis true , that a good play needes no Epilogue. Yet to" 
 | good wine they do ufe good buthes:& good plaies prove 
 the better by the helpe of good Epilogues.: Whatacafe 
 am Ein then, that am neither a good Epilogue , nor can- 
 notinfinuate with youin the behalfe of a good play?I am 
 not furnifh'd like a Begger , therefore to begge will not’ 
 become mee. My way is to conjure you, and Ile begin 
 with the Women. Icharge you(O women)for the love 
 you beare to men, to like as much of this Play, as pleafe 
 you : And I charge you ( O men) for the love you beare 
 to women(as I perceive by your fimpring , none of you 
 hates them )that betweene you, and the women, the play 
 may pleafe. If I were a Woman , I would kiffe as many 
 of you as had beards that pleas’d me, complexions that 
 lid me,and breaths that I defi’de not : And Lam fure, 
 as many as have good beards, or good faces , or {weet 
 breaths, will for my kind offer, whea I make curt’ fie,bid 
 me farewell. Exeunt, ‘ 
 
 FIN JS: 
 
Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 eA lus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Enter Beg ger and Hoftelje, Chriftopbero Sly. 
 
 Begger. 
 @ Le pheeze you infaith. 
 3) Hoff. A paire of ftokes you rogue. 
 > Beg. Y are a baggage, the Shesareno 
 § Rogues. Lookein the Chronicles,we came 
 nro S in with Richard Conqueror : therefore Pan- 
 cas pallabris, let the world flide:Sefla. 
 
 Hoff. You will not pay for the glafles you haue burft? . 
 
 Begs No, nota denicre:go by S. Jeronimy, goe to thy 
 cold bed, and warme thee. 
 Hof.1 know my remedy , I muft go fetch the Head- 
 borough. 
 _ Beg. Third, or fourth , or fift Borough, Ile anfwere 
 him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy:Let him come, 
 and kindly. Falles afleepr. 
 
 Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from bunting with his traine. 
 £o.Hunt{man I charge thee, tender wel my hounds, 
 Brach (Meriman,the poore Curte is imbott, 
 And couple (Yewder with the deepe-month’d brach, 
 Saw’ft thou not boy how Si/ver made it good 
 Atthe hedge corner, in the couldeft fault, 
 I would not lofe the dogge for twenty pound. 
 Hun. Why Belwanis as good as he my Lord, 
 He cried upon it at the meereft loffe, 
 And twice to day pick’d out the dulleft fent, 
 Truft me, I take him for the better dogge. 
 Lord. Thou art a foole, if Eecho were as fleete, 
 T would efteeme him worth a dozen fuch: 
 But fup them well, and tooke unto them all, 
 To morrow I intend to hu nt againes 
 Hua. I will my Lord. 
 Lord. What’s heere?One dead, or drunke?See doth he 
 breathe? 
 2. Hun. He breath’smy Lord: Were he not warin’d 
 with Ale, this were a bed but cold to fleep fo foundly. 
 . Lord. Oh monttreus beaft,how like a fwine helyes. 
 Grim death, how foule and loathfome is thine image! 
 _ Sirs,I will practife on this drunken man: 
 What thinke you, ifhe were convey’d to bed, 
 Wrap’d in {weet cloathes:Rings a upon his fingers; 
 _ A mott delicious banquet by his bed 
 _ And brave attendants neere him when he wakes, 
 . Would not the begger then forget himfelfe? 
 1. Han. Beleeve me Lord, I thinke he cannot choofe. 
 2. H.It would feem ftrange unto him when he wak’d 
 Lord. Even as a flatt’ring dreame, or worthles fancie. 
 
 Then take him up, and manage well the jeft: 
 Carry him gently to my fairett Chamber, 
 And hang it round with all my. wanton pi@tures: 
 Balme his foule head in warme diftilled waters, vA 
 And burne {weet Wood to make the Lodging fweete: | 
 Procure me Muaficke ready when he wakes, 
 To make a dulcet and a heavenly found: 
 And if he chance to {peake,be ready ftraight 
 (And with a low fubmiffive reverence) 
 Say, what is it your Honor will command: 
 Let one attend him with a filver Baton = sels 
 Full of Rofe-water, and beftrew’d with Flowers, 
 Another beare the Ewer : the third a Diaper, 
 And fay wilt pleafe your Lordthip coole your hands. 
 Some one be ready witha coftly {uite, 
 And aske him what apparel he will weare: + 
 Another tell him of his Hounds and Horfe, : 
 And that his Lady mournes at his difeafe, 
 Perfwade him that he hath bin Lunaticke, 
 And when he fayes he is,fay that he dreames, 
 For he is nothing buta mighty Lord: 
 This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs, 
 It wil be paftime paffing excellent, 
 If it be husbanded with modefty. Be 
 1. Hun. My Lord I warrant you we wil play ourpart ze 
 As he fhall thinke by our true diligence a 
 Heisno leffe then what we fay he is. 
 Lor. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, 
 And each one to his office when he wakes. ~~" = | 
 3 Sound trumpets. | 
 Sirrah, go fee what Trumpet'tis that founds, Bec 
 Belike fome Noble Gentleman that meanes 
 (Travelling fome journey )to repofe him heere. 
 Enter S er vingman. ™ 
 How now?who is it? 
 Ser. An’t pleate your Honor, Players 
 That offer {ervice to your Lordfhip. 
 
 Enter Players. 
 
 Lor. Bid them come neere: 
 Now eee are welcome. 
 
 Pla. Wethanke your Honor. 
 
 Zor. Doyou intend to ftay with me to night? 
 
 2. Pla. So pleafe your Lordthip to accept our duty, 
 
 _ Lor. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, 
 
 Since once he plaidea Farmers eldeft fonne, fe 
 Twas where you woo'd the Gentlewoman fo wells | 
 Thave forgot your name:out {ure that part ee 
 
Was aptly fitted,and naturally perform’d. 
 
 Sin. Ithinke *twas Seto that your honor meaness 
 
 Lord.’ Fisvery true,thou didft it excellent: 
 Well you are come to me in happy time, 
 The rather for I have fome {port in hand, 
 Wherein your cunning can ailift me much. 
 Theré is a Lord will heare you play to night; 
 But I am doubtfill of your modetties, 
 Leaft(oyer-eying of his odde behaniour; 
 For yet his honor never hearda play) 
 You breake into fome merry paffion, 
 And fo offend him:for I teli you firs, 
 If you fhould fmile,he growes impatients 
 
 Pla. Feare not my Lord,we can contain our felves, 
 Were hethe verieft anticke in the world. 
 
 Lord. Go fizra,take themto the Buttery, 
 And give them friendly welcome every one, 
 Let them want nothing that my houfe affoords. 
 
 Sirrago you to Bartholmew my Page, 
 And fee him drett in all {unites like a Lady: 
 
 . | That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber 
 > ? 
 
 And call him Madam, do him obeifance: 
 Tell him from me(as he will win my love) 
 He beare himfelfé with honourable action 
 -} Suchas he hath obferv’d in noble Ladies 
 Vatotheir Lords,by themaccomplithed, 
 
 ~ | Such duty to the drunkard let him do: 
 
 With fott low tongue, and lowly curtefie, 
 And fay: W hat is’t your Honor will command; 
 | Wherein your Lady,and your humbie wife, 
 ] May thew her duty,and make knowne her love. 
 And then with kinde embracements, tempting kiffes 
 And with declining head into his bofome 
 Bid him fhed teares,as being over-joyed 
 | To fee her noble Lord reftor’dto health, — 
 | Who for this feven yeares hath efteemed him 
 | No better then a poore and loathfome beg2ers 
 
 | And if the boy have nora womans guift 
 
 Toraine a fhower of commanded teares, 
 An Onion will do well for fucha thift, 
 Which ina Napkin(being clofe convei’d) 
 Shall in defpight enforce a watery eye: 
 Seethis difpatch’d with al! the haft thou canft, 
 Anon Ile give thee more infiructions. 
 
 Exit a fervingmans 
 I know the boy will well ufurpe the grace, 
 Voice,gate,and action of a Gentlewoman. 
 Tong to heare him callthe drunkard husband, 
 And how my men wiil {tay themielves from laughter, 
 When they do homage to this fimple peafanr, 
 Tle into counfell them + haply my prefence 
 May well abate the over-merry {pleene, 
 
 | Which otherwife would grow into extreames. 
 ; o> 
 
 Enter aloft the d:unkard with attendants, [ome with Apparel, 
 | Bafon and Ewer, & other appurtenances, Lord. 
 
 |» Beg. For Gods fake a pot of {mall Ale. s 
 
 | EeSer, Wilt pleafe your Lordthip drink a cup of fack? 
 2. Ser, Wilt pleafe your Honor tafte of thefe Con- 
 
 ~ |ferves? - . 
 
 © 3: Ser. Whatraiment will your honor weare today. 
 Beg. Lam Chriftopbero S/y , call not mee Honour nor 
 | Lordthip: Ine’re dranke facke in my life:and if you gite 
 ~ | me any Conferves, give me conferves of Beefene’re ask 
 _ | me what raiment Ile weare, for I have no more donbe 
 
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 Exit one with the Players. 
 
 | Above the morning Larke.Or wilt thou bunt, 
 
 And fetch fhrill ecchoes from the hoilow earth. 
 
 ‘Scratching her legs, that one {hall {weare fhe bleeds, 
 
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 lets then backes : no more ftockings then legges: nor no 
 more fhooes then feet , nay fometime more feete then 
 fhooes, or fuck fhooes.as m y toeslooke through the o- 
 ver-leather, 
 
 Lor. Heaven ceafe this idle humor in your Honor, 
 Oh thata mighty man of fuch defce nt, 
 OF fuch pofieffions, and fo high efteeme 
 Should be infufed with fo foulea {pirit. 
 
 Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Chri- 
 Sopher Sty, old Sliesfonne of Burton-heath » by byrtha 
 Pedler , by education aCardmaker , by tranfmutation a 
 Beare-heard , and now by prefent profeffion a Tinker. 
 Aske Marrian Hacker the fat Alewife of W incot , if fhee: 
 know me not:if fhe fay lam nor xiiii.d.on the (eore for 
 theere Ale,fcore me up for the lyingft knave in Chriften 
 dome. What T am not beftranght:here’s———- 
 
 3+ Adan. Ob this it is that makes your Lady mourne. 
 
 2. Man. Oh this is it that makes your feruants droop. 
 
 Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred fhuns your 
 As beaten hence by your ftrange Lunacy. (houfe 
 Oh Noble Lord,bethinke thee of thy birth, 
 
 Cali home thy. ancient thoughts from banifhment, 
 
 And banifh hence thefe abject lowly dreames: 
 
 Looke how thy {ervants do attend on thee, 
 
 Each in his ottice ready at thy becke. 
 
 Wilt thou have Muficke?Harke Apollo plaies, AZufisk. 
 And twenty caged Nightingales do fing. 
 Or wilt thou fleepe? Wee'l have thee toa Couch, 
 Softer and {weeter then the luttfull bed 
 
 On purpofe trim’d up for Semiramis. 
 
 Say thou wilt walke:we will beftrow the ground. 
 
 Or wilt thouride? Thy horfes fhall be trap'd, 
 
 Their harnefle dtudded all with Gold and Pearle. 
 Doft thou love hawking? Thou haft hawkes will foare 
 
 Thy hounds hall makethe Welkin anfwer them 
 
 1. Man. Say thou wilt courfe, thy gray-hounds are as 
 
 As breathed Stags:I fleeter then the Roe. (fwift 
 
 2 AL.Dott thou love pictures? we wiil fetch thee ftrait 
 Adonis painted by a running brooke, 
 And Citherea all in fedges hid, 
 Which feeme to moyeand wanton with her breath, 
 Evenas the waving fedges play with winde. 
 
 Lord. Wee'l fhew thee Jo, as fhe was a Maid, 
 And how fhe was beguiied and {urpriz’d, 
 As lively painted, asthe deed was done. 
 
 3. Adan. Or Daphne roming through a thorny wood, : 
 
 And at that fight thal fad Apollo weeps, 
 So workmanly the blood and teares are drawne. 
 Lord. Thou arta Lord,and nothing buta Lord: 
 Thou haft a Lady farre more Beautifull, - 
 Then any. woman in this waining age. 
 1. Man. And tillthe teares that fhe hath thed for thee, 
 Like envious flouds ore-run her lovely face, 
 She wasthe faireft creature in the world, 
 And yet fheis inferiour to none. 
 Beg. Am 1a Lord,and have I fucha Lady? 
 Or do I dreame? Or have I dreain’d'till now? 
 I donot fleepe:[ fee, Iheare,I {peake: _ . 
 I finel fweet favours,and I feele foft things: 
 Vpon mylifeI ama Lord indeede, 
 And nota Tinker, nor Chriftophero Sly. 
 Well, bring our Lady hither to our fight, 
 And once againe a poto'th fmallelt Ale. 
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 2. Man. Wilt pleafe your mightineffe to wath your 
 hands: 
 Oh how we joy to fee your wit reftor’d, 
 Oh that once more you knew but what you are? 
 Thefe fifteene yeeres you have bin ina dreamey 
 Or when you wak’d,{o wak’d as if you flept. 
 Beg. Thee fifteene yeeres, by my fay,a goodly nap; 
 But did I never {peake of all that time? 
 1: AZan..Oh yes my Lord,but very idle words, 
 For though you lay heere in this goodly chamber, 
 Yet would you fay, ye were beaten our of doore, 
 And raile uponthe Hofteffe of the houfe, 
 And {ay you would prefent her at the Leete, 
 Becaute fhe brought ftone-Iugs,and no feal d quarts: 
 Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. 
 Beg. I, the womans maide of the houte. 
 3./4a.W hy fir you know no houfe,nor no fach maid 
 Nor nofuch men as you have reckon’dup, 
 As Stephen Sly,and old John Naps of Greece, 
 And Peter Turph,and Henry Psmpernel, 
 And twenty more fuch names and men as thefe, 
 Which never were, nor no man ever faw- 
 Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends, 
 el. Amen, 
 
 Enter Lady with A ttendonts: 
 
 Beg. I thankethee, thou hale not lofe by it. 
 
 Lady. How fares my noble Lord? 
 
 Beg. Marry I fare well, for heere is checre enought. 
 Where is my wife? 
 
 La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her? 
 
 Beg. Areyou my‘wife,and will not cal me husband? 
 My men fhould call me Lord, I am your good-man. 
 
 La. My husband and my Lerd , my Lord and husband 
 1 am your wife inall obedience. 
 
 Beg. 1 know it well, what muft I call her? 
 
 Lerd.Madam, — ‘ 
 
 Beg. eAlce Madam,or lone Madam? 
 
 Lord. Madam, and nothing elfe,fo Lords call Ladies. 
 
 Beg. Madame wife,they fay that 1 have dream'd, 
 And flept above fome fifteene yeare or more. 
 
 Lady. I, and the time feem’s thirty vnto me, 
 Being all this time abandon’d fram your bed. 
 
 Beg.’Tis much, fervants leave me and her alone: 
 Madam undreffe you, and come now to bed. 
 
 La. Thrice noble Lord, let me intreat of you 
 Topardon me yet for anight or two: 
 Or if not fo, untill the Sun be fet. 
 For your Phyfitians have expreffely charg’d, 
 In perill to incurre your former malady, 
 That I fhould yet abfent me from your bed: 
 I hope this reafon ftands for my excufe- 
 
 Beg. I, it ftands fo that I may hardly tarry fo longs 
 But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe:I wil 
 therefore tarrie in defpight of the flefh and the blood. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 
 (Mef-Y our Honors Players hearing your amendment, 
 Are come to play a pleafant Comedy, 
 For foyour doctors hold it very meete; 
 Seeing too much fadneffe hath congeal’d your blood, 
 And melancholly isthe Nur(e of frenzie, 
 Therefore they thought it good you hearea play, 
 And frame your minde to mirth and merriment, 
 Which barres a thoufand harmes,and lengthens life. 
 
 Beg. Marry 1 will let them play, it isnot a Comon- 
 
 T he Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 ty,a Chriftmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke? 
 
 . Lady:No my good Lord, it is more pleafing ftuffe. 
 Beg. What,houfhold ftuffe? 
 Lady. It is akinde of hiftory. 
 
 Beg. Well,we'l fee't: 
 Come Madame wife fit by my fide, 
 Andlet the tvorld flip, we thall ne’rebe yongers 
 
 Flourifh. Enter Lucentio, and bis man Trania. 
 
 Luc. Tranio, fince for the great defire Ihad 
 To fee faire Padua,nurfery of Arts, 
 Tam arriv'd for fruitfull Lambardy, 
 The pleafant garden of great /taly, 
 And by my fathers love and leave am arm’d 
 With his good will, and thy good company. 
 My trufty fervant well approv’d in all, 
 Heere let us breath, and happly inftitute _ 
 A courfe of Learning, and ingenious ftudies. 
 Pifa renowned for grave Citizens 
 Gave me my being,and my father firft 
 A Merchant of great Trafficke through the world: 
 Vincentio’s cone of the Bentivolij, 
 Vincentio's f{onne, brought up in Florence, 
 It fhall become to ferve all hopes conceiv’d 
 Todecke his fortune with his. vertuous deedess 
 And therefore 77anio, for the time I ftudy, 
 Vertue and that part of Philofophy 
 Will Iapply,that treats of happineffe, 
 By vertue {pecially to be atchiev’d. 
 Tell me thy minde, for I have Ps/aleft, 
 
 | And am to Padwa come, ashe that leaves 
 
 A hallow plath, to plunge him in thedeepe, 
 
 And with faciety feekes to quench his thirft 
 Tra. Me Pardonato,gentle maifter mine: 
 
 Tain in all affected as your felfe, 
 
 Glad that you thus continue your refolve, 
 
 To fucke the {weets of {weete Philofophy. 
 
 Onely(good maifter )while we do admire 
 
 This vertue,and this morall difcipline 
 
 Let's be no Stoickes,nor no ftockes I pray; - 
 
 Or fo devote to Arifforles checkes 
 
 As Ovid;be an out-caft quite abjur'd: 
 
 Balke Lodgicke with acquaintance that you havé, 
 
 And praétife Rhetoricke in your common talke, 
 
 _Muficke and Poefie ufe, te quicken you, 
 
 The mathematickes,and the Metaphyfickes 
 
 Fall to them as you finde your ftomacke ferves you: 
 
 No profit growes, where is nopleafure tane: — 
 
 In briefe fir, ftudy what you moft affect. 
 Lue. Gramercies Tranio,well doft thou advife, 
 
 If Biondello thou wert come afhore, 
 
 We could at once put us in readineffe, 
 
 And takea Lodging fit toentertaine 
 
 Such friends(as time) in, Padua fhall beget. 
 
 But {tay a while, what company is this? i 
 Tra. Maifter {ome fhew to welcome us to Townes 
 
 Enter Baptifta with Listwo daughters, Katherina & Bianch, i 
 Gremio a P antaletone, Hortenfio a Shuiter to Bianca. 
 Lncen. Tranio, hand by. 
 
 Bap. Gentlemen,importune me no farther, — 
 oa how I a! aon refolv'd you know: 
 
 at is, not to beftow my yongeft daughter 
 Before havea husband for the aidens” he 
 If either of yeu both love Katherina, 
 
Becaufe I know you well; andlove you wel; 
 Leave fhall you have to court her at your pleafure. 
 | Gre. To cart her rather. She’s too rough for me, 
 There,there Hortenfio, will you any Wife? 
 Kat. I pray you fir,is it your will 
 To make a ftale of me amongft thefe mates? 
 ‘Hor. Mates maid,how meane you that? 
 No mates for you, 
 Valeffe you were of gentler milder mould. . 
 Kat. V faith fir, you fhall never needs to feare; 
 I-wis it is not halfe way to her heart: 
 | But if it were; doubt not,her care fhauld be, 
 To combe your noddie with a three-legg’d ftoole, 
 And paint your face,and ufe you likea foole. 
 Hor. From all {uch divels,good Lord deliver us. 
 Gre. And mee too,good Lord. 
 Tra. Hufht maifter,heres fome good paftime toward, 
 That wench is ftarke mad, or wonderfull froward. 
 Lue. But in the others filence do fee, ; 
 Maids milde behauiour and fobricty. 
 Peace Tranio. 
 | fra. Well faid Maifter, mum , and gaze your fill. 
 Bap. Gentlemen, that 1 may foone make good 
 “Whar 1 have faid, Biance getyouia, + 
 And let it not difpleafe thee good Bianca, 
 For I will lovetheene’re the leffe my girle. 
 Kat...A pretty peate, it is beft put finger in the eye, 
 and fhe knew why. 
 Bia. Sifter content you, in my difcontent. 
 Sir, to your pleafure humbly I fubicribe: 
 My bookesand inftruments fhall be my company, 
 On themtalooke, and practife by my felfe. 
 Luc. Hearke Travio, thou mailt heare Adimerva {peak 
 Hor. Signiot Baprs/a, will you be fo ftrange, 
 Sorry am I that our good will effects 
 Bianca's grec fe. 
 Gre. Why will you mew her up 
 (Signior Bapis/Pa)for this fiend of hell, 
 And make her beare the pennance of her tongue? 
 Bap. Gentlemen content ye : 1am refoly’d: 
 Go in Biarca. 
 And for I know the taketh moft delight 
 In Maficke,{n{truments,and Poetry, 
 Schoolemaiftess willl keepe within my houfe, 
 Fit to inftruct her youth. lf you Hortenjo, 
 Or fignior Gremia you knowany uch, 
 Preferre them hither:for to cunning meng 
 Iwill be very kinde aad liberall, 
 _ | To mine owne children,in good bringing up, 
 And fo farewell; Katherina you may ftay, 
 For I have more to commune with Btanca. 
 » Kat. Why, and Icruft I may gotoo,may I not? 
 What hall | beappoiated houres,as though 
 (Belike)I knew not whatto take, 
 And what toleave?Ha. Evtit. 
 Gre, You may go to the divels dam:your guifis are 
 fo good heere’s none will holde you : Their love is not 
 fo great Hertenfie, but we may blow our nails together, 
 {and fatt it fairely out .. Our cakeggsidngh onboth fides. 
 _ | Farewell: yerfor the love Ibear€ my {weet Bianca, if 
 ~ {Icanby any meanes light on a fit man to teach her that 
 { wherein fhe delights, { will wifh him to her father. 
 Hor, So will I Signior Gremio: but a word I pray: 
 _ | Though the nature of our quarrell yet never brook’d 
 
 Exit, 
 
 | parle, know now upon aduice, ittoucheth us both: that’ | Matter, your love muftlive a maideat home, 
 
 | we may yet againe have accefle to our faire Miftris, and 
 
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 be happie rivals in Bianca’slove, to labour and effect one 
 thing {pecially. : 
 
 Gre. What's that I pray ? 
 
 Hor. Marrie fir to getahusband for her Sifter. 
 
 Gre. A husband :adivell, 
 
 Hor, I {ay ahusband, 
 
 Gre. I fay,adivell: Think’t thou Hortenfio, thongh 
 her father be very rich, any a man is{o verie afoole to be 
 married to hell? 
 
 Hor. Tuth Gremio: though it paffe your patience and 
 tine to endure her lewd alatums, why man there bee 
 good fellowes inthe world,and a man could lightonthem, 
 Would take her withall faults, aud mony enough. 
 
 Gre. \ cannot tell:but I had as liefe take her dowrie 
 with this ondition;To be whipt at the hie croffe every 
 morning. 
 
 Hor. Faith (as you fay ) there’s fmall choife in rotten 
 apples ; come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it 
 fhall be fo far forth friendly maintain’d, till by helping 
 Bapriflas eldeft daughter to a husband, we fet his youngelt 
 free for ahusband, and then have too’t afrefh: Sweet 
 ‘bianca, happy man be hisdole: he that ruones fafteft 
 getsthe Ring : How fay you fignior Gremio ? 
 
 Grem, Jam agreed, and would [ had given him the beft 
 horfe in Padua to begin his wooing that would through- 
 ly wooe her, wed her , and bed her, and ridde the houfe 
 of her. Comeon. 
 
 Exeunt ambo, Manet Tranio and Lucentio. 
 Tra. I pray fir tel me, isit poflible 
 That love fhould of a fodaine take fuch hold. 
 Luc. Oh Tramo, till T found it to be true, 
 I never thoughtit poffible or likely, 
 But fee, while idely I ftood looking on; 
 I fonud the effect of Love fn idlencfle, 
 And now in plainneffedo confeffe to thee 
 Thatartto meas fecret andas deere 
 As Annatothe Queene of Carthage was: 
 Tra:so{ burne, 1 pine, U perith Tranio, 
 If L atchicvenot this young modeft gyrle : 
 Courifaile me Travio, for I know thou canft: 
 Affilt me Tranio, for 1 know thou wilt. 
 
 Tra. Matter, it is notime tochide you now, 
 Affection is no” rated from the heart : 
 Iflove touch’d you, nouglit remaines butfo, 
 Redime te captum quam queas minimo, 
 
 Luc. Gramercies Lad : go forward, this contents, 
 
 The reft will comfort, for thy counfel’s found « 
 
 Tra. Matter, you look’d {o longly on the maide 
 Perhaps youmark’d not what’s the pith ofall. 
 
 Le. Oh yes, | faw {weet beautie in her face, 
 
 Such as thedaughter of Agenor had , 
 That made great Joveto humble him to her -hand, 
 When with his knees he kit the Cretaa ftrond. . 
 
 Tra, Saw younomore? Mark'd you not howpher filter, 
 Beganto {¢old, and raifeup fuchaftorme? ~ = * 
 That mortall eares might hardly endure thedin,’ 
 
 Luc. Tranio, Law her corrall lips to move; 
 
 And with her breath (hedid perfume the ayre, 
 Sacred and {weet was all I {aw in her- 
 
 Tra. Nay,theh 'tistime to ftirre him from his trance ; 
 I pray awake fir: ifyonlovetheMaide; 
 Bendthoughtsand witstoatcheeve her. Thasit ftands: 
 Her elder fifterisfo curftand fhrew'd, 
 
 That tillthe father rid his hands of her, 
 
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 Andtherefore has heclofely meu’d her up, 
 
 Becaufe } 
 
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 242 : T be Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 Becanfe fhe will not be annoy’d with futers. 
 
 { all places elfe, your maifter Lucentio. 
 
 Luc. Ah Tanio, what a cruell Fathers he: | _ Luc. Tranto let’s go: | 
 But art thou not advis’d,he tooke fome care One thing more refts,that thy felfe execute, ht 
 Together cunning Schoolemafters to inftruct her. | To make one ’mong thefe wooers : if thou aske me why, | 
 
 Tra. I marry am I fir, and now ’tis plotted. | Susficeth my reafonsare both good and waighty- 
 
 Luc. 1 have it Tranio. Exeunt. The Prefenters above fpeakes. ; 24 
 
 Tra. Maifter,for my hand, 1. Man, My Lord younod , you do not minde the 
 Both our iaventions meet and jumpe in one. play. be a 
 Lue. Tell me thine firft. Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do J, a good matterfurelys | 
 Tra. You willbe fchoole-maifter, Comes there any more of it? ; 
 And undertake the teaching of the maid: Lad. My Lord,’tis but begun: EB 
 That’s your device. Beg. ’Tisa very excellent peece of worke, Madame. 
 Luc: (tis:May it be done? Lady: would ’twere done- T bey fit and marké. 
 Tra. Not poffible : for who fhall beare your part, 
 And be in Padua heere Vincenti’ s fonne, Enter Petruchio,and his man Grumio, . 
 Keepe houfe,and ply his booke, welcome his friends, Pet, Verona, for a while I take my leave, 
 Vifit his Countrimen, and banquet them? To fee my friends in Padsa;but of all 
 Luc. Basta,content thee:for 1 haveit full. «| My beft beloued and approved friend 
 We have not yet bin feene in any houfe, Hortenfio:8¢ I trow this ishis houte: 
 Nor’can we be diftinguifh’d by our faces, Heere firra Grumio, knocke I fay. aie’ 
 For man or maifter:then it followes thus; Gra. Knocke fir? whom fhould I knocke ? Is there any | 
 Thou halt be maifter, Tranio in my fted: man ha’s rebus’d your worfhip? wi 
 Keepe houfe, and port,and fervants, as I fhould, _ Pet. Villaine | fay, knocke me heere foundlys. ee 
 I will fome other be,fome Féorentine, Ors. Knocke you heere fir? Why fir, whatam I fir, | 
 Some QX eapslitan,or meaner man of Pia. that I fhould knocke you heere fir? we! 
 * Tis hatch’ d,and shall be fo: Trasio at once Pet. Viilaine fay, knocke meat this gate, 
 Vnicafe thee:take my Coulord hat and cloake, | And rap me well,or Ile knocke your knaves pate. 
 When Biondelle comes, he waites on thee, ; Gru. My Maifter is growne quarrelfome: 
 But I willcharme him firit to keepe his tongue, I fhould knocke you firft, 
 Fra. So had you neede: And then I know after who comes by the worlt. 
 In breefe Sir, fith it your pleafure is, Pet. Willic not bea 
 And I am tyed to be obedient, Faith firrah and you'l not knocke,He ring it, 
 For fo your father charg’d meat our parting: He trie how you can So/,Fa,and fing it. de ae 
 Be ferviceable to my fonne(quoth he) He rings bins by the eaves, \ 
 Although I thinke ’twas in another fence, Gru. Helpe miftris helpeymy maifter ismad, ant 
 Tam content to be Lucentio, , Pet. Now knocke when I bid you:firrah villaines 
 Becaufe fo well L love Lucentio. Enter Hortenfio. , ie 
 Lue Tranio be fo, becaufe Lucentio loves, Hor. How now,what’s the egal 25 olde friend 
 And let me be a flave,t’atchieve that maide. | Gruamio, and my good friend Petruchio 2 How doyouall 
 Whole fodaine fight hath thral’d my wounded eye. at Verona? "e: on 
 Pet. Signior Hortenfio,come you to part the fray? Cos | 
 Exter Biondello. _ | sustile core bene trovatto, may I fay. fi 
 
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 ; say Hor. Allasoftra cafaben venuto multo honorate Sfiguior mio oF 
 Heere comes the rogue. Sirra,where have you bin? Fetrachio. ook i 
 
 Bion. Where have | beene? Nay how now, whereare | Rife Grumiorife, we will compound this quarrell. J 
 you? Maifter,ha's my fellow Trani fiolne your cloathes, Grs. Nay ‘tis’ no matter fir, what he legesin Latines 
 or you ftolne his,or both? Pray what’s the newes? If this be not a lawfull caufe for me to leave +his fervice, } 
 Lee. Sirra come hither, ’tis notime to jeft, looke you fir  Hebid me knocke him,& rap him’ Find 
 And therefore frame your mannets to the time. ly fir. Well, wasit fit for afervant toufe his maifter{6, 
 Your fellow Trasio heere to fave my life, being perhaps(for ought {ee ) two and thirty ,a peepe | 
 Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on, - | out? Whom would to God I had well knocktatfirlt, 
 And I for my efcape have put on his: then had not Grumse come by the worit, ‘nie 
 For in aquarrell fince I'camea hore, Pet. A fencelefle villaine:good Hortenfio, 
 I kif'd a. man,and feare,I was defcried: I bad the rafcall knocke upon yeur gate’, 
 Waite-you on him, | charge you, as becomes: And could not get him for my heart to do it. fi 
 While I make way from hence to fave my lifes Gra. Knockeat the gate? O heavens:{pake you not | 
 You vnderitand me? thefe words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere : rappe me 
 Bion. \ fir,nereawhit. ; heere : knocke me well, and knocke mefoundly ? And 
 Lac. And nota jot of Tranio in your mouth, com¢ you now with knocking at the gatee é 
 Transois chang’dinto Lucentio. Pet. Sirra be gone,or talke not I advife you.’ 
 Bios. The better for him, wouldI were fo too. - Hor. Petruchio patience, lam Grumie's pledge: 
 Tra-So could I’faith boy , tohave the next with af. Why this a heavy chancetwixt him and you 
 ter, that Lucentio indeede had Bapesstas yongeft daugh- | Your ancient trufty pleafant fervant Gramso: , 
 ter: But firra, not for my fake, but your maifters, lad. | And tell me now({weet friend) what happy gale 
 vife you ufe your manners difcreetly inall kind of com- | Blowes youto Padwaheere,from old Verona? = 
 panies : When lam alone ,why chenlam Tranio:but in | Pet-Such windas {catters yongmen through the world, 
 
| minde is: why give 
 
 To feeke their fortunes farther than at home, 
 Where fmall experience growes but ina few: 
 Signior Hortenfio, thus it {tands with me, 
 e-/ntonio my father is deceatt, 
 
 AndI havethruft my felfe into this maze, 
 Happily to wive and thrive,as beft I may: 
 Crownesin my purfe I have,and goods at home, 
 And fo am come abroad to fee the world. 
 
 ‘Hor. Petrachio. {hall 1 then come roundly tothee; 
 And with thee to a fhrew’d ill-favour'd wife? 
 Thou’dft thanke me but alittle for my counfell: 
 ‘And yet Ile promife thee fhe hall be rich, 
 
 And very richzbut th’art tee much my friend, 
 And Ile not with thee to her. 
 
 Pet. Signior Hortenfio, twixt fuch friends as wee, 
 Few words {utlice:and therefore, if thou know 
 
 One rich’enough tobe Petruchio’ s wife: 
 
 (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance) 
 Be the as foule as was Florentius Love, 
 As old as. Sibed, and as curft and fhrow’d 
 As Secrates Zantippe,or a worle: 
 She moves me not,or not removes at leaft 
 Affections edge in time. Were fhe as rough 
 As are the {welling e4dréaticke {eas. 
 I come to wive it wealthily in Padua: 
 If wealthily, then happily in Padua. | 
 Gru. Nay looke you fir, hee tels you flatly what his 
 bes Gold enough , and marrie him 
 to aPuppet or an Aglet babie; or an old trot with ne're’a 
 tooth in her head, though fhe have. as many difeafes as° 
 
 | twoand fifty horfes. Why nothing comes amifle,fo mo- 
 
 ny comes withall. Sean gee 
 Hor: Petruchio, fince we are ftept thus farre in, 
 
 T will continue that 1 broach’d in jeft, 
 
 Ican Petruebio helpe thee to a wife : 
 
 With wealth enough, and yong and beautious. 
 
 Brought up as beft becomes aGentlewoman. 
 
 Her onely fault,and tharis fault enough, 
 
 | Is, that the is intolerable curft, 
 } And fhrew’d,and froward,{o beyond all meafure, 
 
 That were my {tate farre worfer then itis, 
 
 Iwould not wed her fora mine of Gold. 
 
 Pet. Hortenfie peace :thou knowtt not golds effect, 
 Tell me her fathers name, and 'tis enough: 
 For! will boord her, though the chide as loud 
 As thunder when theciouds in Autumie cracke. 
 Hor. Her father is Baprifta Minola; 
 An affable and courteous Gentleman, 
 Her name is Katherina Minola, 
 Renown’din Padua for her fcoldingtongue. 
 Pet. 1know her father,though I know not her; 
 And he knew my deceafed father well: 
 I will not fleepe Hortenfio til Ifee her, 
 And therefore let me be thus bold with you; 
 To give you over at this firft encounter, - 
 Vnleffe you will accompany me thither. Naty 
 Gra. l pray you Sir let him go while the humor lafts. 
 
 | Amy word,and the knew him as wel as I do,fhe would 
 tkinke fcolding would do little good upon him. Shee 
 
 _| may perhaps call him halfe a {core Knaves , or fo: Why 
 ‘| that’snothing ; and he begin once, hee’l raile in his rope 
 { trickes. Iletell you what fir ,and the ftand him butali- | 
 
 tle, he wil throw a figure in her face,and fo disfigure hir 
 with it , that fhee fhall have no more eyes to fee withall 
 
 ‘| then a Cat: you kaow him not fir. 
 
 Hor. Tacry Petruchio, | mutt go with thee, 
 
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 2 _- SS ese ican i rer are come sea, 
 
 The Taming of athe Shrew. 
 
 - Petruchio ftand by a whilt. 
 
 le tell you newes indifferent good for either., 
 
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 For in Baptiftas keepe m y treafure is: 
 
 He hath the fewell of my lifein hold, 
 
 His yongeft daughter, beautifull Bianca, 
 
 And her with-holds hee from me. Other more 
 
 Suters to her,and rivals in my Love: 
 
 Suppofing it a thing impoflible, 
 
 Far thofe defects I have before rehearft, 
 
 That ever Karherina will be woo'd: 
 
 Therefore this order hath Baprifta tane; 
 
 That none thal have acgefle vnto Bianca, 
 
 Till Katherine the Curlt, have got a husband: 
 Gra. Katherine the cu tt, 
 
 A title fora maide, of all titles the worft. %: 
 Hor. Now hail my friend Petruchio do me graee, 
 
 And offer me difguis'd in fober robes, 
 
 To old Baptsfia as a {choole-maifter 
 
 Well feene in Muficke,to initract Bianca, 
 
 That fo I may by this device at lealt - 
 
 Have leaveand leifure to make love to her 5 
 
 And vntifpected court her by her felfe. 
 
 Exter Gremio and Lucentio di(gusfed. 
 
 Gra. Heere’s no knavery See, to beguile the old folkes 
 
 how the young folkes fay theirs head together. Mai- 
 
 fter, maifter,looke about you: Who goes there?ha. 
 Her. Peace Grumio, it is the rivall of my Loves! 
 
 Gru. A proper ftripling and an amourous. 
 -_ Gre. O very well; I have perus’d the note. 
 Hearke you fir, Ile have them very fairely bound, 
 All bookes of Love, fee that at any hand, 
 And fee youreade no other Lectnres to her: 
 You underftand me. Over and befide 
 Signior Baptiffus liberality 
 Tle mend it with a Largefic. Take your paper too, 
 And let me have them very wel setae; 
 For the is {weeter then perfume it felfe 
 To whom they go to: what will youreadeto her? 
 Lwne.W hat ere I reade to her, He pleade for you, 
 As for my patron, ftand you fo affur’d; 
 As firmely as your felfe were ftill in place, 
 Yeaand perhaps. with more ficceflefuli words 
 Then you;vniefle you were a {choller fir. 
 Gre. Oh this learning,whata thing it is. 
 Gra. Ohthis Woodcocke,what an Affe it is. 
 Pet. Peace firra. 
 
 Hor. Gra. mum:God fave you fignior Gremio, 
 Gre. And you are well met,Signior Hortemfie. . 
 Trow you whither lam going? To Baptifia Minola; 
 
 I promift ro enquire carefully 
 
 Abouta {choolemafter for the faire Bianca, 
 
 And by good fortune I have lighted wel 
 
 On this yong man:For learning and behaniour 
 
 Fit for her turne, well read in Poetrie 
 
 And ether boookes, good ones, I warrant yee. 
 Her. ‘Tis well:and I have met a Gentleman 
 
 Hath promift me to helpe one to another, ‘ 
 
 A fine Mofitianto inftruct our Miftris, 
 
 So thal I no whitbe behinde in duty 
 
 To faire Bianca, fo beloved of me. 4; 
 Gre. Beloved of me,and that my,deeds thal prove. 
 Grg. Andthat his bags thal prove. 
 Hor, Gremio; ‘tis now no tite to vent our love, 
 
 Liften to me, and if you {peake me faire, 
 
 Heere isa Gentle nan whom by chance I met 
 
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 V pon agreement from us to his liking, 
 Willundertake to woocurlt Kathersne, 
 Yea,and to marry her, if her dowrie pleafe, 
 Gre. So faid, fo done, is well: 
 Hortenfio,have you told him all her faults? 
 Pet. I know fhe is an irkefome brawling (cold: 
 If that be all Maifters, I heare no harme. 
 Gre. No, fay{t me fo, friend? What Countreyman? 
 Pet. Borne in Verona,old Butonios fonne: 
 My father dead,my fortune lives for me, 
 And I do hope, good dayes and long, to fees 
 Gre. Oh fir,lucha life with {uch a wife, were ftrange: 
 But ifyou havea ftomacke, too’ta Gods naine, . 
 You fhall haue meaffilting you inall. 
 But will you woo this Wilde-cat? 
 Pet, Will Live? “ 
 Gru. Will he woo her?T:or He hang her, 
 Pet. Why came [ hither, but to that intent? 
 Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares? 
 Haye I not in my time heard Lions rore? 
 Nive Inot heard the fea, puft up with windes, 
 Rage like an angry’ Boare, chafed with {weat? 
 Have I not heard great Ordnance in the field? 
 And heavens Artillerie thunder in the skies? 
 Have I not in a pitched battell heard 
 Loud Jarums,neighing fteeds,& trumpets clanguc? 
 And do you tell me of a womans tongue? 
 That gives not halfe fo great a blow to heare; 
 As willa Cheffe-nut in a Farmers fire, 
 Tuth, tufh, feare boyes with bugs. 
 Gru. For he feares none. 
 Gre. Hortenfio hearke: 
 This Gentleman is happily arriv’d, 
 My minde prefumes for his owne good,and yours: 
 Hor. I promitt we would be Contributors, 
 And beare his charge of wooing whatfoere. 
 Gre. And fo we will,provided that he win her. 
 Gru I would I were as {ure of a good dinner. 
 
 Enter Tranio brave, and Biondello. 
 Tra-GentlemenGod fave you-IfI may be bold, 
 Tell me I befeech you, whichis the readieft way 
 To the houfe of Signior Baptsfta Adinola? 
 Bio. He that ha’s the two faire daughters:ift he you 
 meam¢? ; 
 Tra. Even he Biondcllo. 
 Gre. Hearke you fir, you meane not her to———# 
 Tra. Perhaps him and her fir, what have you to-do? 
 Pet. Not her that chides fir, atany hand I pray. 
 Tra. Vlove nochiders fir: Biondello,lev s away- 
 Luc. Well begun Tranio. : 
 Hor. Sir, a word ere you go: 
 Are youa futor to the Maid you talke of, yea or no? 
 Tra. And if I be fir, is it any offence? 
 Gre: No;if without more words you will get you 
 hence. 
 _ TraeWhy fir, I pray arenot the ftreetsas free 
 For me,as for your 
 Gree. But fo is not fhe. 
 Trr. For what reafon I befeech you. 
 Gre. For this reafon if you'l kno, 
 That fhe’s the choife love of Signior Gremio. 
 Hor. That the’s the chofen of fignior Hortenfio. 
 Tra. Softly my Maifters:If you be Gentlemen | 
 Do me this right: heare me with patience, 
 Baprifta isa noble Gentleman, 
 
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 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 To whom my Father is notall unknowne, 
 
 And were his daughter fairer then fhe 1s, 
 
 She may more futore have,and me for one. 
 
 Faire Ledaes daughiter hada thoufand wooers, 
 
 Then well one more may faire Bianca have, 
 
 And fo fhe fhall:Lascentio fhall make one, 
 
 T hough Paris came, in hope to {peed alone. 
 Gre. W hat, this Gentleman will out-talke usall. 
 Lu. Sir give hinw head, I know hee’) provea lade. « 
 Pct. Hortenfioto what end areall thefe words? 
 Her. Sir, let me be fo bold as to aske you, 
 
 Did you yet ever fee Bapriftas daughter? 
 
 Tra. No fir, but heare 1 do that he hath twos 
 
 The one,as famous for a fcolding tongue, 
 
 As is the other, for beauteous modeftie. . 
 
 Pet. Sir, fir, the firlt’s for me, let her goby. 
 Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, 
 And let it be more then e4deidestwelve. 
 Pet. Sir underftand you this of me(infooth) 
 | The yongeft daughter whom you hearken for, 
 "Her father keepes from all accefle of futors; 
 - Aud will not promife her toany man, 
 
 Vnitill the elder fifter firft be wed. 
 
 The yonger then is free,and not before. 
 
 Tra. \t it be fo fir,that you are the man 
 
 Mutt fteed usall, and me amongft the reft: 
 
 And if you breake theice,and do this feeke, 
 
 Atchieve the elder : fet the yonger free, : 
 
 For our acceffe, whofe hap fhall be to have her, 
 
 Will not fo gracelefle be;to be ingrate. 
 Hor. Sir you fay well,and well you do conceive; | 
 
 And fince you do profefle to bea futor, 
 
 You muft as we do, gratifie this Gentleman, 
 
 To whom weall relt generally beholding, 
 
 Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flacke,in figne wherof, 
 | Pleafe ye we may contrive thisaftcrnoone, 
 | And quaffe carowdes to our Miftreffe health, 
 And do as adverfaries do inlaw, 
 | Strive mightily, hut eate and drinke as friends. ; 
 Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion:fellowes let’s be gon 
 Hor. 1 he motion’s good indeed, and be it fo, 
 Petruchio,\ {hall be your Ben vennto. 
 
 Enter Katherina aud Bianca. 
 
 Bia. Good filter wrong me not,nor wrong your felfe, | 
 
 To make abondmaideand a flave ofme, 
 That I difdaine: butforthefe other goods, am 
 Vnbinde my hands, Ile pull them off my felfe, ony 
 Yea all my ratment,to my petticoate, 
 Or what you wiilcommand me, will I do, 
 So welll know my dutie to my elders. 
 
 Kate. Of all thy futers heere I charge thee tell 
 Whom thou lov’ft beft : fee thou diffemble not. 
 
 Bianca. Beleeve me fifter, of all the meaalive. 
 I never yet beheld that {peciall face, 5 
 Which I. could fancie, more then any other. 
 
 Kate, Minion thou lyeft , Is’t not Hortenfio? 
 
 Bian. If youaffect him fitter, heere I fweare 
 Ile pleade for you my felfe, but you fhall have him. 
 
 Kate Oh then belike you fancie riches more, 
 You will have Gremioto keepe you faire. 
 
 Bian, Is it for him you do envie me fo? 
 Nay then you jeft, and now I well perceive 
 You have but jefted with me all this while ; 
 I prethee fifter Kate untie my hands. : ° hee 
 Ka. If that be jeft, thenall the reft was fo. Strikes her. | 
 
Enter Baptifia. 
 Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this in- 
 folence:? 
 Bianca (tand alide, poore gyrle fhe weepes : 
 Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her. | 
 For fhame theu Hilding of adive'lith fpirit, 
 Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne’re wrong thee? 
 When did the croffethee witha bitter word? 
 Kat. Her filence flouts me,and Ilebereueng’d, 
 Flees after Bianca 
 Bap. What inmy fight? Bismcagetthee in. Exit. 
 Kat. What will younot fuffer me: Nay now I {ee 
 She is your treafure, fhe mutt havea husband, 
 | I muft dance bare-foot on her wedding day, 
 And for your love to her, leade Apes in hell. 
 Talke not to me,I wili goe fic and weepe, 
 Till I can finde occafion of revenge. 
 Bap. Wasnever Gentleman thusgreev'd as 1? 
 But who comes here. 
 
 Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a mvane wan, 
 "Petruchio with Tranio, with bis boy 
 bearing a Lute and Bookes. 
 
 Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baprifts. ' 
 Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God fave you 
 Gentlemen. 
 Pet. Andyou good fir: pray have you nota daughter, 
 cal’d Katerina, faire and vertuous? 
 Bap. | have a daughter fir, cai’d Katerina, 
 - Gre. You are too bluut, go toit orderly. 
 Pie. You wrong me fignior Gremio, give me leaves 
 Tam a gentleman of Verona fir, 
 That hearing of her beauty, and her wit, 
 Her affability and bafhfull moedeftie :. , 
 Her,wondrous qualities, and milde behaviour, 
 Am boldto thew my felfe a forward gueft 
 Within your houfe,to make mine eye the witneffe 
 Of that report, which I fo oft have heard, 
 And for an entrance tomy entertainement, 
 I doprefent you witha man of mine 
 Cunning in Moficke and the Mathematickes, 
 To inftruct her fully in thofe fciences, 
 Whereof I know fhe is not ignorant: 
 Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong, 
 His names Lécéo, borne in Mantua. 
 _ Bap. Y'are welcome fir, and he for your good fake. 
 
 | Butfor my daughter Katerine, this I know; 
 
 | She isnot for your turne, the more my greefe. 
 Pet. I fee you donot meane to part with her. 
 Or elfe you like not of my company. 
 Bap. Miftake me not, | {peake but what I finde, 
 }) Whence are you fir 2 What may I call your name. 
 Pet. Petruchiois my name, Antonso's fonne, 
 { Aman well knownethroughout all Italy. 
 | Bap. 1 know him well : youare welcome for his fake. 
 | Gre. Saving your tale Petrachio, I pray let usthat are 
 poore petitioners {peake too? Baccare, youare mervay- 
 | lous forward.. 
 Fen Oh, Pardon me fignior Gremie, would faine bee 
 Oin: o . . 
 Gre Idoubtit notfir. But you will curfe 
 Your wooingneighbours : this isa guift 
 Very gratefull, I am fure of it, to expreffe 
 The like kindneffe my felfe, that have beene 
 | Morekindely beholding to you then any : 
 
 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
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 Freely give unto this yong Scholler, that-hath 
 Beene long ftudying at Rhemes,as cunning 
 InGreeke, Latine, and other Languages, 
 
 As the other in Muficke and Mathematickes : 
 His name is Camsbso : pray accept his teruice. 
 Bap. Athoufandthankes fignior Gremso: 
 
 Welcome good Cambio. But gentle fir, 
 
 Me thinkes you walke like a {tranger, n. 
 May I befobold, to know the caufé of your comming? 
 Tra. Pardon me fir, the boidneffe is mine owne,' 
 
 That being a ftranger in this Cittye here, 
 Do make thy felfe a fuitor to your daughter, 
 Voto Banca, faire and vertuous : 
 Nor is your firme refolue unknowne to me, 
 Inthepreferment of the eldett filter. 
 This liberty is all that I requett, 
 That upon knowledge of my parentage, 
 I may have welcome ’mongft the reft that woo, 
 And free acceffe and tauour as the reft. 
 And toward the education of your danghters , 
 I heere beftow afimple inftrument, 
 And this fall packet of Greeke and Latine bookes, 
 If you accept them, thentheir worthts great : 
 Bap. Lucentiois your name. of whence I prays 
 Tra. Of Psfzfir, fonne to Vinfencio. 
 Bap. A mightie man of Ps/aby report, 
 I know him weil: youarevery welcome fir : 
 Take you the Lute, and you the fet of bookes, 
 You fhall go {ee your Pupils prefently. 
 Holla, within 
 Enter a Servant, 
 Sirrah, leade thefe Gentiemen 
 Tomy two daughters, and then tel! them both 
 Thefeare their Tutors, bid them ute them well, 
 We will go walke a little in the Orchard, 
 And thento dinner : you are paifiag welcome, 
 And fo I pray youall to thinke yonr felves, 
 
 Pet. Signior Baprsfta, my bulineffeasketh halte, 
 
 And everie day | cannot come ro wooe, 
 You know my father well, and 1n-him me, 
 Left folie heireto al his Landsand goods; >’ 
 Which I have bettered rather then decreatt, 
 Then teli me, if 1 get your daughters love, 
 What dowrie fhall I have with her to wife. 
 
 Bap. After my death, the one halte of my Lands, 
 And in poffefsion twentic thoufand Crownes. 
 
 Pet, And for that dowrie, Ile aflure her of 
 Her widdow- hood; be it that fhe furvive me 
 In all my Lands and Leafes whofocver, 
 
 Let {pecialties be therefore drawne betweeneus, 
 That covenants may be kept on either hand. 
 
 Bap. 1, whenthefpeciall thing is well obtain’d, 
 That is her love: for thacisallioall. 
 
 Pet. Why that isnothing : for I tell you father, 
 Iam asperemptoric asfhe proudminded: 
 And where two raging fires meete together, 
 
 They do confiume the thing that feedes their firie. 
 Though little fire growes great with little winde, 
 Yet extreame guts will blow ont fireand all: 
 So Itoher, and fo fhe yeeldstome, * 
 For Iam rough, and woo notlike a babe. 
 
 Bap. Well maiftthou woo, and happy beethy fpeed : - 
 But be thou arm’d for fome unhappie words. 
 
 Per. I tothe proofe,as Mountainesare for wihdes,’ 
 That fhake not,chough they blow perpetually. 
 
 Enter Hortenfio with bis head broke. 
 
 Bap: tt 
 
Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 216 The 
 
 Bap. How now my friend, why doft thou looke fo pale? 
 Hor. For feare I promile you, if I looke pale, : 
 Bap. What, will my daughter prove agood Mufitian? 
 Hor. | thinke the'lfooner provea fouldier, 
 
 Iron may held with her, but neyer Lutes 
 Bap. Why then thou canft not break her to the Lute? 
 
 Hor. Why no, for fhe hath broke the Lute to mes 
 I did but teli her the miftooke her frets, ; 
 And bow’d her handto teach her fingering, 
 When(witha moft impatient divellith fpirit) . 
 
 Frets call you thefe?(quoth the) He fume with them: 
 And with that word the ftroke me onthe head, 
 
 And through the inftrument my pate made way, 
 And there I ftood amazed for a while, 
 
 As on aPillorie,looking through the Lute, 
 
 While the did call me Rafcall, Fidler, 
 
 And twangling lacke , with cwenty fuch vildetearmes, 
 As had fhe ftudied to mifufemefo. — - 
 Pet. Now by the world,it isa lufty Wench 
 
 Llove herten times more then ere I did, 
 
 Oh how I long to have fome chat with her. 
 
 Ba. Wel go with me, and benot fo difcomfited. 
 Proceed in practife with my yonger daughter, 
 She’s apt to-learne,and thankefull tor good turnes: 
 Signior Petruchio; will you go with us, 
 
 Or fhall I fend my danghter Kateto you. 
 = Exst. Manet Petruchio. 
 
 Pet. 1 pray you do. I attend her heere. 
 
 And woo her with fomie fpirit when fhe comes. 
 Say that the raile, why then Ile tell her plaine, 
 She fings as {weetly asa Nightinghale: 
 
 Say that fhe frowne, Ile fay fhe lookes'as cleere 
 As morning Rofes newly wafht with dew: 
 
 Say fhe be mute,and will not fpeakea word, 
 Then Ile commend her volubility, 
 
 And fay the vttereth piercing eloquence: 
 
 ‘If the do bid me packs, Ile give her thankes, 
 
 As thongh fhe bid me ftay by hera weeke: 
 
 If the deny to wed, Ile crave the day 
 
 When I ihall aske the banes,and when be married: 
 But heere fhe comes,and now Petruchio {peake. 
 
 Enter Katerina, 
 
 Good morrow Kate for thats your name Theare. 
 Kat. Wellhave you heard , but fomething hard of 
 hearing: 
 They call me Katerine,that do tatke of me. 
 Per, Youlye infaith, for you are call’d plaine Kate, 
 And bony sate,and fometimes Kate the curft: 
 But Kare,the prettielt Kate in Chriftendome, 
 Kate of Kate-hal!,my fuper-dainty Kare, 
 For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate 
 Take this of me Kare of my confolation, 
 Hearing thy miidneffe prais’d in euery Towne; 
 Thy vertues {poke of andthy beauty founded, 
 Yet not fo deepély as to thee belongs, 
 My felfe am moov’d to woo thee for my wife. 
 Kat. Mov’d, in good time, let him that mov'd you 
 hether 
 Remove you hences'1 knew youat the fir 
 You were a mouable. ta 
 Pet. Why,what’s a mouable? 
 Kat. A joyn dftoole. 
 Pet. Thou haft hit it:come fit on me. 
 Kat. Affesare made tobeare, and foare yous 
 
 Pet. Women are made to beare, and fo areyou. 
 Kat. No {uch Iade fir as you, if me you meane. 
 Pet. Alas good Kate,I will not burthenthee, 
 
 For knowing thee to be but yong and light. 
 
 Kat. To light for fucha {waine as you to catch, 
 
 And yet as heavy as my waight fhould be. 
 
 ‘Per. Should be,fhould:buzze. | 
 Kat. Welltane, and like a buzzard. Pere 
 Pet,Qh flow-wing’d Turtle, thal a buzzard take thee? | 
 Kat. 1 fora Turtle, as he takesa buzard. pa 
 Per, Come ; come you Wafpe, y faith you are too | 
 
 angrys ae all 
 
 Kat. If I be wafpith,beft beware my fling. ite 
 Pet, My remedy is then to plucke it ont. ) 
 
 Kat. I, if the foole could finde it where itlies.... 
 Pet. Who knowes not where a Wafpe does weare * 
 
 his {ting? In his raile- 'T 
 Kat. {n his tongue? my 
 Pet. Whofetongue. we 
 Kat. Yours if you talke of tales,and fo farewell, * 
 
 Pet. What with my tongue in yourtaile. — 
 
 Nay, come againe,good Kase ,] ama Gentleman, ~ 1. 
 Kat. That Ile trie. She fivikes him | 
 Pet. 1 {weare Ile cuffe you,if you ftrike againe. =] 
 Kat. So may you loofe your armes, bool) an 
 
 If you ftrike me, youare no Gentleman, oa 
 
 And ifno Gentleman, why then no armes. DES 
 Pet, A Herald Kate? Oh put me inthy bookes. <1 | 
 Kat. What is your Greft,a Coxcombe? hes 
 Pet. A comblefie Cocke; fo Kare will be my Heme | 
 Kat. No Cocke of mine., youcrow too likea craven | 
 
 _ Pet. Nay come Ka'e; come ; you muft, not lookefo 
 fowre. REL 
 Kat.It is my fafhion when IfeeaCrab. ave 
 Pet. Why heere’sno crab, and therefore lookenot | 
 fowre. oe 
 Kat. There is,there is. 
 Pet. Then fhew it mes 
 Kat. Had la glaffe, I would. 
 Pet. What,you meane my face. eh 
 Kat Wellaym‘d of {uch ayong one. come 
 Pet. Now by S. George Iam too yong for yous © 
 Kat. Yet you are wither’d. par 
 Per.’ Tis with cares. 
 Kat. I care not. 4h ee 
 Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Infooth you feapenotfes || 
 Kat. Ichafe you if I tatrie. Ler me go. ah 
 Pet, No, notawhit, I finde you palling gentle: 
 ’Twas told meyou were rough,and coy,and fullen, 
 And now Lfindeseporta verytiar, “i a 
 For thou art pleafaut,gamefome, palling courteous,» | 
 But flow in{peach, yer {weeras {pring-time flowerse | 
 Thou canft not frowne, thou canft not lookea feance, 
 Nor bite thelip,as angry wenches will, >: a8 
 Nor haft thou pleaftue to be croffe intalke: a 
 But thou with mildnefie entertain'ft thy weoers, «. | 
 With gentle conterénce, foft, and affable. 3 a 
 Why does the world report that Katedothlimpe? | 
 Ohfland’rots world:Kaze like the hazletwig | 
 Isftraight, and flender,andas browne in hue < | 
 As hazle nuts, and {weeter then thekernels: > | _ 
 Oh let me fee thee walke:thou doft not halt...) | 
 Kat.Go foole,and whem thou keep'ft command. © 3 
 Pet. Did ever Dian fo become aGrove 15 ee 
 AsKate this chamber with her princely gate (2 od | ‘ 
 O be thou Dian,and let herbe Kare,  bateioMaa 
 
2 | Twill be fare my Katherine fhall be fine. 
 
 ‘ The T, aming of the Shrew. 
 
 And then let Kate be chalte, and Dian {portfull. 
 _ Kate, Where did you ftudy all this goodly {peech ? 
 Pet. Itisextempore, from my mother wit. 
 > Kaie.-A witty mother, witleffe elfe her fonne. 
 Pets Am not wile? . 
 Kat. Yes, keepe you warme: . 
 Pet. Marry fo I meanefweet Katherine in thy bed : 
 Andtherefore fecting all this chat afide , 
 Thus in plaineecrmes : your father hath confented 
 That you thall be my wife : your dowry greed on , 
 And will you;nill you, I will marry you. 
 Now Kate,l ama husband for your turne, 
 For by this light, whereby I fee thy beauty, 
 Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well, 
 Thou mutt be married to no man but me, 
 
 Enter Bapt iffa; Gremio, Trayno. 
 
 For Iam he am borne totame you Kate, 
 
 And bring yon froma wild Katto a Kate 
 
 Conformableas other houfhold Kares; : 
 
 Heere comes your father; never make deniall, 
 
 1 mutt, and willhave Katherineromy wite. (daughter ? 
 Bap. Now Signior Petrachio, how {peed you with my 
 Pet. How but well fir 2? how but well? 
 
 It were impoffible I fhould {peed amifle. (dumps ? 
 Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your 
 
 Kat. Call youme daughter ? now I promife you 
 | Youhave fhewd atender fatherly regard, 
 
 To with me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,’ 
 
 | Amadicap ruifian, and a {wearing Iacke, 
 That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out. 
 Pet, Father, ’cischus, your felfeand all the world 
 That talk’d of her, have ralk’d amiffe of her : 
 
 | If the be curft, it is for pollicy, 
 
 For fhe’snot troward, but modeft as the Dove, 
 | Sheeisnothot, but temperate asthe morne, ’ 
 | For patience fhe will prove fecond Grife/, 
 And Romaa Lucrece for her chattity : 
 And toconclude, we have greed fo welltogether, 
 That upon fonday is the wedding day. 
 | Kat. ile fee thee hang’d on fonday firft. (firlt. 
 Gre. Harke Petrschio, fhe fayes the’ll fee thee hang’d 
 Tra. Is this your {peedingrnay then godnightour part. 
 Pet, Bepatient gentlemen, I choofe her for my {feife, 
 If the and I be pleas’d, what’s thar to you ? 
 Tis bargain’d twixt us twaine being alone, 
 That the tha'l {till be curft in company. 
 I tell you’tis incredivle to beleeve 
 How much the loves me: ohthe kindeft Kate, 
 | Shee hung about my necke, and kifle on kiffe 
 Shee vi’dfofaft, protefting oathonoath, . 
 | That in atwinke fhe won me to her love. 
 
 | Ohyow are novices, *tisa world tofee |.» 
 
 | How tame when men and womenare alone,’ © 
 ‘Ameacocke wretch can make the curftelt threw =. 
 Give me thy hand Kare, I will unto Venice 
 “To bay apparell *gain{t the wedding day; 
 Provide the fealt father, aid bid the guefts, 
 Bap. L know not what tofay, but give me your hands, 
 
 God fend you joy, Petruchio, ’tis a match, 
 
 Gre. Tra. Amen {ay we, we will be witnefles. 
 
 Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu, 
 Twill to Venice, fonday comesapace,, 
 We willhave rings, and things, and fine array, 
 
 » And let your father make ~ the affurance, 
 
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 And kiffe me Kare, we willbe married a (onday. 
 Exit Petruchio,and Katherine. 
 Gre, Was ever match clape up fo fodainely ? 
 Bap. Faith Gentlemen now'l play a merchants part, 
 And venture madly ona defperate Mart. 
 Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you, 
 ’Twiilbriag you gaine, or perith on the {eas 
 Bap. The gaine I feeke, isquiet methe match. 
 Gre. No doubt but he hath gota quiet catch: 
 But now Baptifta, to your yonger daughter, 
 Now is the day we long have looked for; 
 I am your neighbour, and was futer firft. 
 Tra. Andlam onethat love Branca mere 
 Then words can witneffe, or your thoughts can gueffe, 
 Gre. Yongling, thoucan{t not love fo deare as I 
 Tra. Gray-beard thy love dorh freeze, 
 Gre... But thine doth try, 
 Skipper ftand backe, ’tis age that nourifhethe 
 Tra. But youth in Ladieseyes that fiorifheth. 
 Bap. Content you gentlemen, | willcompound this 
 ’Tis deeds muft winthe prize, and heofboth ___ (itrife, 
 That canafflure my daughter greateft dower, 
 Shall have Biancas love. 
 Say fignior Gremie, whatcan youaffureher? =, 
 Gre. Firft, as youlknow, my houfe within the City 
 Is richly furnifhed with piate and gold, 
 Bafonsand ewersto lave her dainty hands :- 
 My hangings all of tiréen tapeftry 
 In Iuory cofers I have ftuft my cro wnes : 
 In Cypreschefts my arrascounterpoints, 
 Coftly appareil, tents;and Canopies, 
 Fine Linnen, Turky cufhions bott with pearle, 
 Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke : 
 Pewter and braffe, and all things that belongs 
 To houfe or houfe-keeping: then at my farme 
 I havea hundred milch-kiné to the paile, 
 Sixe-fcore fat Oxen ftanding in my italls, 
 Andall things an{werableto this po:tion. 
 My felfe am ftrooke in yecres 1 muft confeffe, 
 And if I dye to morrow thisis hers, 
 Ifwhil ft 1 live fhe will be onely mine. 
 Tra. That onely came weil in : fir, lifttome, 
 I am my Fathers heyre and onely fonne, 
 Ift may haveyour daughter to my wife, j 
 Ile leave her houfes three or foure as good 
 Within rich Pifa walis,asany one 
 Old Signior Grensiohas in Padua, 
 Befides, two thoufand Duckets by the yeere » 
 Of fruirfuil land, all which hall be her joynter: 
 What, have L pincht you Sigaior Gremio? 
 Gre. Two thoufand Duckets by the-yeere of land, 
 My Land amounts not to fo muchinall: a 
 That fhe fhall have, befides an Argofie 
 That now is lying in Marfellis roades » 
 What, have Ichoakt you with an Argofie ?- 
 Tra. Gremio, tis knowne my father hath no leffe 
 Then three great Argofies, befides two Galliafles 
 And twelve tite Gables, thete I will affure her, 
 And twice as much what ere thou offreft next. 
 Gre. Nay, I have offred all, I have no more, 
 And fhe can have no more then all I have, 
 If you like me, fhe fhall have me and mine. - 
 Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world 
 By your fitme promife, Gremiois out vied. 
 Bap. 1 muft confeffe your offer isthe beft, . 
 
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 248 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
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 She is your owne, elfe you muft pardon me: 
 If you fhould dyebefore him, whete’s her dower ? 
 Tra. That’s butacavill: heis old, Iyoung. 
 Gre, And may not yongmen dye aswell as old? 
 Bap. Well gentlemen, | am thus refolv'd, 
 Onfonday next,youknow = - 
 My daughter Katherine is to be married : 
 Now on the fonday following, fhall Bianca 
 Be Bridetoyou, ifyou make this affurances | 
 Ifnot, to Signior Gremio; 
 And fol take my leave, and thanke you both. Exit. 
 Gre. Adieu, good neighbour : now I feare thee not = 
 Sirra, yong gamefter, your father were a foole 
 Togive thee all,and in his wayning age 
 Set foot under thy table ; tut,a toy, 
 An old Iealian foxeisnotfo kindmy boy. _ 
 Tra. Avengeance on your crafty withered hide, 
 Yet I have fac’d it withacard of ten : 
 Tis in my head to doe my mafter good : 
 I {ee no reafon but fuppos’d Lucextso 
 Mott get a father, cail’d fappos’d Vincentia, 
 And that’sa wonder: fatherscommonly 
 Do get their children: but inthis cafe of wooing, 
 Achild fhall geta fire,if I faile not of my cunning. Exit. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 j Sn eee ae 
 
 ~ Adtus Tertius. 
 
 Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Biauca. 
 __Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir, 
 Have you fo foone forgot the entertainment 
 Her filter Katherine welcom’d you withall? 
 
 Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is 
 The patroneffe of heavenly harmony : 
 
 . Then give me leave to have prerogative, 
 
 Ard when in Maficke we have {pent an houre, 
 Your Leéture fhail have leifpre for a much. 
 
 Luc. Prepofterous Affe thatnever read fo farre,, 
 To know the caufe why muficke was ordain’d: 
 Wasit not torefrefh the mindof man 
 After his ftudies, or his ufuail paine ? 
 
 Then give me leaveto reade Philofophy, 
 And while 1 paute, ferve in your harmony. 
 
 Hort.Sisra, 1 will not beare thefe braves of thine. 
 
 Bian. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong, ' 
 To ftrive for that which reftethin my choyce : 
 1am no breeching (choller in the {chooles, 
 
 Ile not be tiedto heures, nor pointed times, 
 But learne my Leffons as I pleafe my felfe, 
 And tocut ofall ftrife : heere fit we downe, 
 Take you your inftrument, play you the whiles, 
 His Lecture will be done cre you have tun’d. 
 Hort. You’illeave his Lecture when | am in tune? 
 Lug. That will be never, tune your inftrnment, 
 Bian. Where left we lat ? 
 Luc. Heere Madam : Hic ibat Sirois, bie eft figeiatel- 
 lus, hic Steterat Priami regia Celfa fenis. 
 
 Bian. Confter them. 
 
 Luc. Hic léat,as I told you before, Simos, 1am Lu- 
 ctmio, hic eft, foane unto Vincentio of Pifa » Sigesa tel. 
 lus, difguifed thus to get your love, bic freterar, and that 
 Lxcentiothat comes a wooing, pricmi,is my man Travia, 
 regia, bearing my port, cedfa few that we might beguile 
 the old Pantaloune, . Set 
 
 {ume not, Celfa sents, defpaire not. 
 
 Hert. Madam, my initsuments”in tunes ~ 99.59 
 Bian, Let’s heare, ob fie, the treble jarres, 
 
 Lac. Spit inthe hele man, and tune againe. 
 Bian, Now let me fee if Icanconfter it. Hic abar 
 mot, 1 know younot; hic eff figeia tehus, I truft younot, | 
 hic Steterat priami, take heed he: heare us not, regéa pro} 
 
 Hort. Madam, ’tis now in tune. 
 Lue. All but the bafe. (sean 
 Hort. The bafeis right, ’tis the bafe knave t hat jars, | 
 Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedentis, 9) 
 Now for my life that hnave doth court my love, 
 Pedafcule, lle watch you better yet : 
 In time I may beleeve, yet Imiftrntte iE 
 Bian. Miftruftitnor, for fare acides won 
 Was e-4jax cald fo from his grandfather. oe 
 Fort. | mutt beleeve my Mcfter; elfeI promifeyou, } 
 I fhould be arguing ftill upon that donbr, a 
 But let itreft, now Litioto you : 3 i 
 Good mafler take it not unkindly pray 
 That I have beene thus pleafant with you both. 
 Bian. You may goe walke, and give me leavea while, | 
 
 | My Leffons make no muficke in three parts. 0 
 
 Luc. Are youfoformail fir, welll muft waite .° i 
 And watch withall, for but 1 be deceiv’d, Le 
 Our fine Mufitian groweth amorous. 
 
 Hor. Madam, betore you touch the inftrament, 
 
 Tolearne the order of my fingering, 
 
 I mutt begin with rudiments of Art, 
 
 To teach you gamotk ina briefer fort, 
 
 More pleafant, pithy, and effe@uall, 
 
 Then hath beene taught by any of my trade, 
 
 And there it 1s in writing fairely drawnes ; 
 Bian. Why, Tam paft my gamothlong agee. 
 Hor.¥ et reade the gaméth of Hortenfios gts 
 Bian. Gamoth \ am, the ground of all accord: 
 
 Are,to plead Hortenfio’s paflions 
 
 Beeme, Biarca take him for thy Lord 
 
 (fave, that loves withall afeAion : 
 
 D folre, one Cliffe, two notes have I, 
 
 Ela mi, how pitty or I dye. 
 
 ‘Cail youthis gamoth? tut f like ie not, 
 
 Old fathions pieafe me beft, 1am rot fo nice 
 
 - To change true rules for old inventions. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger. i 
 Nicke, Mittrefle, your father prayes youleaveyour | 
 And helpe to dreffe your fifters chamber up, . (bookes,| 
 Youknow to morrow isthe wedding day. we Bs 
 Bian, Farewell {weet matters both, Imuftbegene, } 
 Luc. Faith Miftrefle then I have no caufe to faye 
 Hor. But I have canfeto pry into thispedant, 
 Methinkes he lookesas though he were in love: _ 
 Yet ifthy thoughts Bianca be fo humble 
 Tocaftthy wandring eyes on every ftale: 
 Seize thee that Lift, ifoncel find thee ranging, 
 Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing. 
 
 Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianea, ah 0-\ 
 
 : thers, attendants; Bey 
 Bap. Signior Lneéntio, this is the pointed day 
 
 That Katherine and Petruchio fhould be married, 
 
 And yet we heare not of our fonne in Law + 
 
 What wili be faid, whatmockery willitbe? 
 
 To want the Bride-groome when the Pr ieft attends 
 
 To fpeake the ceremonial rites of marriage? 
 
 _ What fayes Lucentio to this fhame of ours? | 
 
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 The T. aming of the Shrew. 
 
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 Kate. No thame but mine, I mutt forfooth be forft 
 
 To give my hand oppos’d againft my heart 
 
 Varoa mad-braine rudesby, full of {pleene, 
 Who woo’d in hafte, and meanes to wed at leyfure : 
 Itold you I, he wasa franticke foole, 
 
 - Hiding his bitter jefts in blunt behaviour, 
 } And to benoted for a merry man ; 
 
 He’ll wooe athonfand, point the day of marriage, 
 
 ‘| Make friends, inyite, yes.and proclaime the banes, 
 
 Yet never meanes to wed where he hath woo'd : 
 Now muft the world point at poore Katherine, 
 And fay, loe, there ismad Petrachio's wite 
 
 It it would pleafe him come and marry her. 
 
 Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too, 
 
 ‘Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well, , 
 
 What ever fortune ftayes him from hisword, 
 
 _Thongh hebeblunt,I know him paffing wife, 
 
 Though he be merry, yet withall he’s honeft. 
 Kate. Would Katherine had never feene him though. 
 = Exit weeping. 
 Bap. Goe girle,1 cannot blame thee now to weepe, 
 For {uch an injury would vexe a faint, 
 Much more a fhrew of thy impatient humour. 
 Enter Biondeho. 
 Bion. Matter, mafter, newes, and fuch newes as you 
 never heard of. 
 Bap. Is it new and oldtoo? how may that be? 
 Bio. Why, isit not newes to heare of Petruchio’s com- 
 _ Bap. Ts hecome 2 (ming ? 
 Bio. Why no fir. : 
 Bap. What then? 
 Bio, He iscomming. 
 Bap. When will he be heere? 
 Bio. When he ftands where Lam, and fees you there. 
 Tra. But fay, what to thine old newes? 
 Bio. Why Petruchiois comming, ina new hat and an 
 
 | oldjerkin, a paire of old breeches thrice turn’d; a paire 
 
 | of bootes that have beene candle-cafés, one 
 
 | other lac’d : an old rufty {word tane out ofthe Towne 
 
 } Armory, witha broken hilt, andchapelefle: withtwo 
 _ | broken points : his horfe hip’d with an old mothy fad- 
 ‘dle, the ftircops of no kindred: befides pofleft with the 
 | glanders, and like to mofe in the chine troubled with the 
 
 ] Lampafie, infected with the fafhions,full of Windegalls 
 
 | {ped with Spavins, raied withthe Yellowes, paft cure 
 
 ckled, an- 
 
 ofthe Fives, ftarke {poyl’d with the Staggers beenawne 
 with the Bots, Waid inthe backe yand fhoulder-fhotten, 
 neere leg’d before, and with a halfeechekt Bitte, and a 
 
 | headftall of theepes leather, which being reftrain’d to 
 
 Keepe him from itumbling, hath beene often burft, and 
 now repaited with knots: one gitth fixe times peec’d,and 
 a womans Crapper of velure, which hathtwo letters for 
 her name, fairely fet dgweeinftuds, and heere and there 
 peec’d with packthreds ’ bok aN 
 . Bap. Who comes with him ? 
 Bs, Oh tir, bis Lackey, for all the world Caparifon’d 
 like the horie: with a linnen ftocke on one leg, and a 
 Kerfey boot-hofe on the other, gartred with 'a red and 
 blew jift;an old hat,and the humor of forty fancies prickt 
 in’t fora feather : amonfter,a vetymonfter in apparell, 
 and not like a Chriftian foot-boy, or agentlemans Lacky. 
 Tra, “Tis fome odde humor pricks him to this fafhion, 
 Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel’d. 
 Bap. Tam glad he’s come,howfoever he comes. 
 Bion, Why fic, he comes not... 
 Bap. Tidft thou not fay he comes? 
 
 | Asyou fhall well be fatisfied with all. 
 
 Bios. Who, that Petruchio came ? 
 
 Bap. 1, that Petruchio came sp. (backs, 
 
 Bion, No fir, I fay his horfe comes with him on his 
 
 Bap. Why that’sall one.. 
 
 Bion, Nay by S. lamy,I hold youa penny, a horfeand 
 aman ismorethen one, and yet not many. 
 
 Enter Petruchio, and Grumid. 
 
 Pet. Come, where be thefe gallants ? who’sat home? 
 Bap. You are welcome fir. 
 Pet, And yet lcome not well. 
 
 Bap. Andyetyouhaltnot. 
 
 Tra. Not fo wellapparell'd as I with you were. 
 
 Pet. Were it better I fhould rufh in thus 
 But whereis Kate? where is my lovely Bride ? 
 
 How does my father ? gentles methinkes you frowne, 
 And wherefore gaze this goodly company, 
 
 Asif they faw fome wondrous monument, 
 
 Some Commet, or unufuall prodigy ? 
 
 Bap. Why fir, you know thisis your wedding day : 
 Firft were we fad, fearing youwould not come, 
 Now fadder that you come fo unprovided : 
 
 Fye , doffe this habit, fhame to your eftate, 
 Aneye-fore to our folemne feftivall. 
 
 Tra. And tell us what.occafion of impert 
 Hath all fo long detain’d you from your wites 
 And fent you hither fo anlike your feife? 
 
 Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harfh to heare, 
 Suificeth I am come to kcepe my word, 
 
 Though in-fome part inforced to digreffe, 
 Which at more leyfure I will fo excufe, 
 
 But where is Kate? I ftay toolong from her. 
 The morning weares, ’tis time. we were at Church. 
 Tras See not your Bride in thefe unreverent robes, 
 Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of miue. 
 Pet. NotI, beleeve me, thus Ile vifit her. “4 
 Bep. Butthus Itruft you will noc marry hers (words; 
 Pet. Good footh eventhus : therefore ha done with | 
 Tome fhe’s married, not unto my cloathes 
 Could I repaire what fhe will weare in me, 
 As I can change thefe poore accoutrements, , 
 "Twere well for Kate,and better for my felfe. 
 But what a fooleam 1 to chat with you, P 
 When I fhonld bid good morrow tomy Bride? 
 And feale the title witha lovely kifle. - Exit. 
 Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire, 
 We will perfwade him be it poflible, 
 Te put on better erehe goeto Church, ». 
 Bap. lle after him, and {ee the event of this. 
 Tra. But fir, Love concernethustoadde, — 
 Her fathers liking, which to bring to pafle 
 As before 1 imparted to your worthip, 
 Iam to getaman whatere he be, _ 
 It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne, 
 And he thall be Vincentio of Pifa, 
 And makeaffurance heere in Padua — 
 Of greater fummes then I have promifed, 
 So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope, - 
 And marry fweet Bianca with confents .. « 
 Luc. Were it not that my fellow {choolematfter 
 Doth watch Béanca’s fteps fo narrowly : 
 "Twere good me-thinkes to fteale our marriage, 
 Which once perform’ d,let all the world fay no, 
 Ile keepe ming owne defpight of all the world. .. 
 Tra. That by degrees we ewes tolookeinto, = s. 
 ty 2 
 
 E Nite 
 
220 
 
 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
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 a ree 
 
 And watch our vantage in this bufineffe, 
 We'll over-reach the grey-beard Gremio, 
 The narrow prying father Mssola, 
 
 The quaint Mufician, amorous Laie, 
 
 All for my Mafters fake Lacentso. 
 
 Enter Gremto. 
 
 Signior Gremio, came you from the Church ? 
 
 Gre. Aswillingly as ere I came from fchoele- ; 
 Tra. Andisthe Brideand Bridegroom comming home? 
 Gre. A bridegroome fay you ?'tisa groome indeed, 
 
 Agrumbling groome, andthat the girle fhall find. 
 Tra. Curtter then fhe, why ‘tis impoffible. 
 
 Gre. Why hee’s a devil, a devill,a very fiend. 
 Tra. Why the’s a devil, a devil, the devils damme. 
 Gre. Tut, the’sa Lambe,a Dove, afoole to him : 
 
 Tle tell you fir Lucentio ; whenthe Prieft 
 
 Should aske if Katherine fhould be his wife, 
 
 I ,by goggs woones quoth he, and {wore foloud, 
 
 That allamaz’d the Prieft let fall the booke, 
 
 And as he ftoop’d againe to take it up, 
 
 This mad-braia’d bridegroome tooke him fuch a cuffe, 
 
 That dewne fell Prie%t and booke, and booke and Prieft, 
 
 Now take them up quoth he, ifany lift. ( 
 
 Tra. What faidthe wench when he rofe up againe ? 
 Gre. Trembled and fhooke : for why, he ftamp’d and 
 
 { wore. . 
 
 As ifthé Vicar mieantto cozen him : 
 
 But after many ceremonies donc, 
 
 He calls for wine, a health quoth he, as if 
 
 He had beene aboord carowfing to his Mates 
 
 Aftera ftorme; quaft off the Mufcadell, 
 
 And threw the fopsall in the Sextons face : 
 
 Having no other reafon, but that his beard 
 
 Grew thinne and hungerly,and feem’d to aske 
 
 Him fopsas he was drinking : This done, he tooke 
 
 The Bride about the necke, and kift her lips 
 
 With fuch a ciamorous {macke, that at the parting, 
 
 All the Church did eccho: and | fecing this, 
 
 Camie thence for very fhame, and after me, 
 
 . I know the rout iscomming; fucha mad marryage 
 Never was before; harke, harke, Iheare the minftrels 
 play. : Muflicke playes. 
 
 Enter Petruchio, K ate, Bianca, Hortenfio,Baptifta. 
 Per. Gentlemen and friends, 1 thanke you for your 
 
 I know youthinke todine with me to day, 
 
 And have prepar’d great ftore of wedding cheere, 
 
 But fo itis, my hafte doth call me hence, 
 
 And therefore heere I meane totake my leave. 
 Bap. Is’t poffible you will away to night ? 
 Pes. I mult away to day before night cone, ~ 
 
 Make itno wonder : if you knew my bufineffe, 
 
 You would intreat me rather goe then ftay : 
 
 And honeft company, I thanke youall, 
 
 That have beheld me give away my felfe 
 
 To this moft patient, {weer, and vertuous wife, 
 
 Dine with my father, drinkea health tome, 
 
 For I muft hence, and farewell to youall. 
 
 Tra. Letus intreat you ftay tillafter dinner, 
 Pet. It may not be. 
 
 Gre, Let me intreat you. 
 
 Pet. It cannot-be. 
 
 Kat. Let me intreat you. 
 
 Pet, Lamcontent. 
 
 Kat, Are youcontent to ftay ? 
 
 Pet. Tam content you fhall entreat me flay, 
 
 But yet not flay, entreat me how you cau. 
 
 (paines, | 
 
 Kate. Now if you loveme ftay. 
 Pet. Grumio, my horte. i 
 Grn. Lfis, they be ready; the Oates have eaten the | 
 horfes, 
 Kate. Naythen, 
 Doe what thou canft, I will not goe to day, 
 No, nor to morrow, not till I pleafe my felfe, 
 The dore ts open fir, there lyes your way, 
 You may be jogging whiles your bootes are greene : 
 For me, Ilenot be gone till I pleafe my felfe, 
 Tis like you'll prove a jolly furly groome, ~ 
 That take it on youatthe firftfo roundly. —* 
 Pet. O Kate content thee; prethee be notangry. 
 Kat, 1 willbe angry, what haft rhouto doe? 
 Father, be quiet, he fhall ftay my leifure. 
 Gre. I marry fir, now it begins to worke. 
 Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner. ~ 
 I fee a woman may be made a foole 
 Ifthe hadnot afpirittorefift! - 2 
 Pet. They thall goe forward Kateat thy command, 
 Obey the Bride you that attend on her. 
 Goe to the feaft, revell and domineere, 
 Carowfe full meafure to her maiden-head, 
 Be madde and metry, or goe hang you felves : 
 But for my bonny Kare, fhemuft withme: > 
 Nay, looke not big, nor ftampe, nor ftare, nor fret, 
 I will be mafter of w hat is mine owne, 
 Shee is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my houfe, 
 My houfhold-ftuffe, my field, my barne, 
 My horfe, my oxe, my affe, my any thing, 
 And heere the ftands, touch her who ever dare, 
 Ile bring mine action on the proudeft he, 
 That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio ; 
 Draw forth thy weapon, we are befet with theeves, 
 Refcuethy Miftreffe if thou be a man: 
 Feare not {weet wench, they fhall not touch thee Kae, | — 
 Ile buckler thee againft a Million. Exeunt. P. Ka 
 Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones. (ing: 
 Gre. Went they not quickly, I {houla dye with laugh 
 Tra, Ofall mad matches never was the like. 
 Luc. Miltreffe, what’s your opinion of your fifter? 
 Bian. That being mad her felte, fhe’s madly mated. 
 Gre. I warrant him Petruchiois Kated. ica 
 Bap. Neighbours and friends,though Bride and Bride- 
 For to fupply the places at the rable,  (groome wants | — 
 You know there wants no junkets at the feaft : 
 Lucentio; you fhall{upply the Bridegroomes place, 
 And let iancatake her fitters roome, 
 Tra. Shall {weet Bsaxc4 pracife how to bride it? —_, 
 Bap. She fhall Lucentio: come gentlemen lets goe- . 
 Enter Grumio, Extwite | 
 ‘Gru. Fye, fie on all tired Lades, onall mad Matters,and | 
 all toule wayes : was ever man fo beaten ? waseverman} — 
 foraide ? was ever manio weary? I am fent before t0 | 
 makea fire, and they are comming afier to warme thems 
 now were not { a little pot, and foone hot ;my very _lips 
 might freeze to my teeth, my tongueto the roofe of my 
 mouth, my heartin my belly, ere | fhould come by a fire | 
 tothaw me, but I with blowing the fire fhall warme my | — 
 felfe : for confidering the weather, a talier man then I 
 will take cold : Holla, hoa Curtis, ea 
 
 Enter Curtis. 
 
 Curt. Who is that calls fo coldly ? PPS 
 Gru. A piece of Ice: if thou doubr it, thou maift 
 
 flide from my fhoulder to my heele, with 10 
 
 : eater } 
 
"grater a run butmy head and my necke. A fire good (#r- 
 | bie t é , 
 Car. Ismy Mafter and his wife comming Grain? 
 
 Gra. Ohl Cartul,and-therefore fire, fire, caft on no 
 water, 
 
 Cur. Is the fo hot afhrewas the's reported 
 
 Gra. She was good Curtis before this froft : but thou 
 know ft winter tames man, woman, and beaft : for it hath 
 tam’d my-old mafter, and my new miftris, and my felfe 
 fellow Curtis. 
 
 Cur, Away you three inch foole, Iam no beatt. 
 
 Gre. Am I butthree inches? Why thy horne is a foot 
 and fo long am I atthe leat. But wilt chon make ia fire, 
 or fhall I complaine on theeto our miftris, whofe hand 
 (the being now at hand) thou fhalt foone fecle, to thy 
 cold comtort, for being flow inthy hot offices 
 
 Car, Iprethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the 
 world? < 
 
 Gre. Acold world. Curt in every oifice but thine;and 
 therefore fire: doe thy duty, and have thy duty, for 
 my Mafter and miftris arealmoft frozen to death. 
 
 Cur. There’s fire ready,and therefore good Gruisio the 
 newes. ; 
 
 Gru. Why lacke boy, ho boy,andas much newesas 
 _thou wilt. 
 
 Cur. Come, you are fo full of conicatching. 
 
 Gre. Why therefore fire, for bave caught extreme 
 cold. Where's the Cooke, is {upper ready, the houfe 
 _ | triad, ruthes ftrew’d, cobwebs {wept, the ferving men 
 in their new fuftian, the white ftockings, and every offi- 
 cer his wedding garment on? Be the lackes faire with- 
 in, the Gills faire without, the Carpets laid, and every 
 thing in order 2 
 
 Car. All ready : and therefore I pray thee what newes. 
 Gris Firltknow my horfe istired, my mafterand mi- 
 | ftris falné out. . Cur. How? 
 | Gra. Qutof their faddles into the durt, and thereby 
 hangsatale. 
 
 Car. Let’s ha'tgood Grumio. 
 
 Gra. Lend thine eare. 
 
 Cur. Heere. 
 
 Gre, There, 
 
 (ar, This ’tisto feele a tale not to heare atale. 
 
 Gra. And therefore ’tiscal’d afenfible tale : and. this 
 | Cuffe was but to knocke at your care; and befeech litt- 
 | ning snow I begis, Inprimis we came downe a foule hill, 
 my Matter riding behinde my Mittris. 
 
 Cur. Both of one horfe ? 
 
 Gra, What's that to thee ? 
 
 Cur. Why ahorfe. 
 
 Gre. Tell thou the tale : but had(t thon not croftme, 
 _>| thou thouldtt have heard how her -hotfe fell, and the un- 
 
 der her horfe : thon fhouldft have heard in how miery a 
 
 : ay how fhe was bemoil’d, how he left her withthe 
 torfe upon her, how he beat me becante her horfe{tum- 
 bled, how the waded through the durt to plucke bjm off 
 me: how he fwore, how fhe prai’d, that never ptai’d be- 
 fore: how J cryedshow the horfes ranne away how her 
 | bridle was. burft: how I lok my crupper, with, many 
 things of worthy memory, whichnow thall dye in obli- 
 -vion, and thou returne unexperienced to thy graves 
 _ Cur, By this reckning he is more fhrew than the. 
 Gr, I,andthat thouand the proudeft of you all {hall 
 | find when hecomes home. But what talke I of this? 
 | Callforth Nathaniel, lofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter Su- 
 | gerfop and the reftslettheir heads bee flickely comb’d, 
 
 The T; aming of the Shrew. 
 
 You horfon villaine; will you let it fall? 
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 their blew coats bruth’d, and their garters of an indiffe- 
 rent knit, lot them curtfie with their left legges, arid not 
 prefiume to touch a haire of my Mafters horie-iaile; till 
 they kiffe their hands. Arethey allready 2 
 
 Car. Theyare. 
 
 Gra. Call them forth. 
 
 Car. Doeyoubeare ho? you muft meet my maifter 
 to coyntenance my Miftris. . 
 
 Gra. Why the hatha face of herowne. 
 
 Car. Who knowes not that ? 
 Gra. Thowit feemes, that calls for company to coun- 
 tenance her. . 
 
 Cur. Icall them forth to credit her. 
 
 Enter faure or five ferving men. 
 
 Gre, Why fhe comes to borrow nothing of them. 
 
 Nat. Welcome home Gramio. 
 
 Phil, How now Gramio. 
 
 lof. What Gramio: 
 
 Wick. Fellow Grumio, 
 
 Nath, How now old lad, E23, 
 
 Gra. Welcome you : how tow you : what you : fel- 
 low you: aud thus much for greeting. Now my {prace 
 companions, isall ready, and all things neate ? 
 
 Nat. All things are ready, how neereis our mafter ? 
 
 Gre. E’ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be 
 not= Cockes paffion, filence, 1 heare my Matter. . 
 
 Enter Petrachio ana Kate. 
 
 Pet, Where be thefe knaves? What no tnati at -doore 
 To hold my ftirrop, norto take my horfé? 
 Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? 
 
 Ali fer. Heere, heere fir, heere firs 
 
 Fet, Heere fir,heere fir, heere fir, heere fir. 
 
 You logger-headed and unpollifht groomes : 
 What ? noattendance? no regard ? no duty ? 
 Where is the foolith knave I fent before ? 
 
 Gr. Heere fir, as. foolith asl was before. 
 
 Pet You pezant, fwaine,yon horfon malt-horfe drudge, 
 Did I not bid thee:meere me in the Parke; 
 And bring along the rafcall knaves with thee? 
 
 Gra. Nathaniels coate fir was not fully made, 
 
 And Gabrseds pumpes were all unpinkti’th heele : 
 There wasno Linke to colour Peters hat, 
 
 And Walters dagger was net come trom fheathing : 
 There were hone fiue, but Adam ,Rafesand Gregory, 
 The reft were ragged; old, and beggerly, 
 
 Yet as they are, they come to meete you. 
 
 Pet. Goe rafcalls,gocand fetch my fapper in.£x.Ser. 
 Where is the life that late Iled ? - 
 Where are thofe? Sit downe Kate, 
 And welcome. Send, foud, foud; foud. 
 
 Enter fervants with (upper, 2 0 
 Why when I fay ? Nay good {weet Kate be merry. 
 Otf with my boots, you rogues : you'villaines, when ? 
 Lt was the Friar of Orders grays tines 
 As be forth watked on his way. reson od 
 Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awry; - 
 Take that, and mend the plucking of the others : 
 Be merry Kate: Some water heere » what hoa. °” 
 
 Enter one with water. ros 
 
 Where's my Spaniel 77oi/s ? Sirra, get you hence, 
 And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither : 
 One Katethat you muft kifle, and be acquainted with. 
 Where are my Slippers? Shall I have fome water? 
 Come Kate and wath, and welcome heartily : 
 
 3 salle Sala Kate 
 
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 Kate. Patience I pray you, ’twasa fault unwilling» 
 Pet. A horfon beetle-headed flap-ear’d knave 
 Come Katefit downe, I know you havea ftomacke, 
 - Will you give thankes, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I? 
 } What's this, Mucton? 
 1. Ser. I. 
 Pet, Whobrought it? 
 Ser. I. 
 Pet. ’Tis burnt,and fo is allthe meate : 
 | What degges-are thefe ? Where is the rafcall Cooke ? 
 How durft you villaines bring it from the dreffer  - 
 And ferve itthus to me that love it not ? 
 There, take it to you, trenchers,cupss and all: 
 You heedleffe jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves. 
 What, dée you grumble ? Ile be with you ftraight- 
 Kate. L-pray you husband be not fo difquict, 
 The meate was well, if you were fo contented. 
 Pet. Ttellthee Kate, “twas burnt anddried away, 
 | And Texpreffely am forbid to touch it : 
 For it engenders choller, planteth anger, 
 " And better’twere that both of us did faft, 
 Since of our felves, our felves arechollericke, 
 Then feede it with fuch over-rofted fleth : 
 Be patient, to morrow’t fhall be mended, 
 And for this night we’l faft for company. 
 Come I will bring thee to thy Bridall chamber. Exennt- 
 Enter Servants feverally. 
 Nath. Peter didft éver fee the like? 
 . Peterw He kilsher in her owne humor. 
 Gra. Where is he ? 
 Enter Curtis a Servant. j 
 Car. In her chamber, makinga fermon of continen- 
 cy to her, and railes, and {weate, and rates,that fhe (poore 
 foule) knewes not which way to ftand, to looke, to 
 fpeake, and fitsas one new rifen from a dreame. Away, 
 away, for he is comming hither. 
 Enter Petruchio. 
 _ Pet, Thus have I politickely begun my reigae, 
 And’tis my hopeto end fucceffefully : 
 My Faulcon now is fharpe, and pafling empty, 
 And till the ftoope, the muft not be fail gorg’d, 
 For then fhe never lookes upon her lure. 
 Another way Ihave to man my Haggard, 
 To make her come, and know her Keepers call :. 
 Thatis, towatch her, as we watch thefe Kites, 
 That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient : 
 She eate no meate to day, nor none fhalleate. 
 Laft night the flept not, norto night fhe fhallnot.: 
 As with the meate, fome undeferved fault 
 Ile find about the making ofthe bed, 
 And heere He fling the pillow, there theboulfter, 
 This way the Coverlet, another way the fheetes : 
 I, and amid this burly I intend, z 
 That all is done in reverend care of her, 
 And in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night, 
 And if fhe chance to nod, Ile raileand:brawle, 
 And with the clamor keepe her {till awake : 
 This isa way to killa Wife with kindnefle, ». - 
 And thus Ie carbe her madand head{trong humor : 
 Hethat knowes better how totame:a fhrew, 
 Now lethim fpeake, *tis charityto fhew. 
 Enter Tranio, and Hortenfios 
 Tra. Ist poflible friend Lifo, that miftris Bianca. - 
 Doth fancy any other but Lucentio, dj 
 Itell you fir, fhe beares me faire in hand. 
 Hor. Sir, tofatisfie you in what Ehavefaid; 
 
 “yates 
 
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 Hija 
 
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 T he Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 Stand by, and marke the manner of histeaching. 
 Enter Bianca. a 
 Luc. Now Miltris, profit you in what you reade? | 
 Bian. What Matter reade you firft, refolve me that? 
 uc. Yreade, that I profefie the Art to love. PT 
 Zésn. And may you prove fir Matter of your Arte» 
 
 Luc. While you {yreet deere prove Miftreffe of my | q 
 
 heart. mh 
 
 Hor. Quicke proceeders marry now tell mel pray,you 
 that durft {weare that your miftris Bianca 
 Lov’d me inthe World fo well as Lucentso. 
 
 Tra. Oh defpightfill. Love, unconftant womankind, a 
 
 I tell thee Zifo thisis wonderfull. 
 
 Hor. Miftake no more, l amnot Lifo, 
 Nora Mufitian as I feeme to be, 
 But one that {corne to live in this difguife, 
 For fucha one as leaves a Gentleman, 
 And makesa God of fucha Cullion ; 
 Know fir, that Lam cei'd Hortenfio, 
 
 Tra. Signior Hortenfi, I have often heard 
 Of your entire affection to Bianca, 
 
 And fince mine eyesare witneffe of her lightneffe,» | 
 I will with you, if you befo contented, Ht 
 , 
 
 Forfweare Bianca,and her love for ever. g 
 Her. See how they kiffe andcourt: Signior Lucentio,” 
 Heere is my hand, and heereI firmely vow st” 
 Never to wooe her more, but doe forfweare her 
 As one unworthy all the former favours 
 That I have fondly flatter’d them withall. 
 Tra. And here I take the like unfained oath, 
 Neverto marry with her, though fhe would intreat, 
 Fyeon her, fee how beaftly fhedoth court him." 
 
 Hor. Would allthe world but hie had qnite forlworme 
 
 I will be married toa wealthy Widdow, as 
 Ere three dayes paffe, which hath as long lev’d me,” 
 
 | As I havelov'd this proud difdainefull Haggard, 
 And fo farewell figniot Lucentie, ee 
 Kindnefle in women, not their Beauteouslookes 
 Shall win my love, andI take my leave, iid 
 In refolution, as 1 {wore before. wet 
 
 Tra. Miftris Bianca, blefie you with fuch grace,” | 
 
 Aslongethto a Levers bleffed cafe: 
 Nay, I have tane you napping geritle Love, 
 And have forfworne you with Hortenfio, 
 
 me? 
 
 Tra. Miftris we have. 
 
 Lac. Then weare rid of Liéfo. ~~ 
 
 Tra. I’faith he’i! have a lufty Widdow now, > 
 That fhall be woo'd, and wedded ina day. 
 
 Bian, God givghim joy. : 
 
 Tra. I, and he’l| tame her: 
 
 Bian. Hefayes fo Tranio. 
 
 Tra. Faith he is goneunto the taming {choole. 
 
 Bian. The taming {choole : whatis there fuuch a place? | 
 
 Tra. I miftris, and Petruchiois the mafter, 
 That teacheth trickes eleven and twenty long; © 
 
 To tamea threw, and charme her chattering tongue. | 
 
 Enter Biondello, 
 
 Bion. Oh Matter, mafter,I have watchtfolong, «— : 
 
 oe Tam aos ge wveary. but atlaftI {pied 
 ancient Angell comming downe the’ hi 
 
 Will ferve cheeitiaa! ae — 2r; ill 
 
 - Fra. Whatis he Biondello, : 
 
 _ Bio. Maller, a Marcantant, ora pedant, 
 
 * 
 
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 re ay 
 
 For me, that I may furely keepe mine oath. | 
 
 . Bian, Tranio you jeft, but have you both forfworne a 
 
 My 
 
_T”:DU™D!l—EEe ee CS 
 
 Iknow not what, but formallin apparell, 
 “Ingateand countenance furly like a father. 
 ac. And what of him Tranio? 
 Tra, Ithe becredulous, and truft my tale, 
 Ile make him glad to feeme Vincentio, 
 And giveaflurance to Baptista Minola, " 
 As ifhe were the right Usucentio. 
 Take me your love, and then let me alone. 
 iy}: Enter a Pedant. 
 . Ped. God fave you fir. 
 Tra. And you fir, youare welcome. 
 Travaile you farre on, orare youat the fartheft? 
 Ped, Sir at the fartheft for a weeke or two, 
 But thenup farther, andas farreas Rome, 
 ‘And fo to Tripoly, if Godlend me lifes 
 Tra. What Countreyinan | pray? 
 Ped. Of Mantua, 
 Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marry God forbid, 
 
 | Andcometo'Padua, carelefle of your lite ? 
 
 | Ped. My life fir? how I pray? for that goes hard. 
 
 } Tra. ’ Tisdeath for any one in Mantua 
 To come to Padua, know you not the caufe? 
 
 | Your fhips are ftaid at Venice, and the Duke 
 
 For private quarrell ‘twixt your Duke and him, 
 
 } Hath publith’d.aud:proclaitn’d it openly : 
 
 ] ‘Tis marvaile, but that you are but newly come, 
 
 | You might have heard it elfe prociaim’d about. 
 Ped, Alas fir, itis worfe for me then fo, 
 
 For I have bils for mony by éxchange © 
 
 From Florénce, and mutt heere deliver them- 
 Tra. Wcllfix, to doe youcourtefie, 
 
 | ‘This willdoe,and this] willadvile you, 
 
 | Firft tell me, have you ever beene at Pifa? 
 Ped, {fir,in'Pila have Loften beenes 
 
 | Pifarenowned for grave Cittizens. 
 
 Tra. Among them know you one Vincextéo? 
 Ped. Lknow him not, but I have heard of him : - 
 A Merchaut of iicomparable wealth. 
 Tra. He isomy.father fir, and footh tofay, 
 
 ~ | Incountnance fomewhat doth refembie you. 
 
 Bion. As much as.au apple doth an oyfter, and all one. 
 | \© Tra.°To fave your life in chisextremity, 
 4} Thisfavor will | doe you for his fake, 
 And thinke it not the wort of all your fortunes 
 That youare liketo Six Vencentto, 
 His name and'credite fhail you undertake, 
 Andina: my hewfe you fhall be friendly lodg’d, 
 } Looke that you take upon youas you fhould; 
 
 | You underftand me fir: fo thall you itay 
 
 | Till you have done yeur bufinefie in the City : 
 
 Ifthis be court'fie fir, a¢cept.of its 
 
 | Ped. Oh fir I doe, aad will repute you ever 
 
 | The patronof my life and liberty. 
 | Tra. Then goe with me,to make thematter good, 
 
 | This by the way I let you underftand, 
 
 My father is heere look’d for every day, 
 | To paffe affurance ofadowre in marriage 
 | ’Twixt me,and one Baptaftas daughter heere : 
 | Inallchefe circumftanccs Ile infiract you, » 
 | Goe with me fir tocloathyouasbecomes you. Exennt. 
 
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 Gr#. No, noforfooth Idate hot for my life. ; 
 Kat.The more my wrong,the more his {pice appeares. 
 W hat, did hemarry me.co famifh me? . 
 Beg zers that come unto my fathers doore, 
 Vpoa Intreaty havea prefént almes, 
 Tf not, elfewhere they meete with charity : 
 Burl, whonever knew how to intreate, 
 Nor never needed that Lfhoald intreate; 
 Am ftatv'd for meate,. giddy for lace of fleepe : 
 With oathes kept waking and wich brawling fed, 
 And that which {pights me more then all thefe waits). 
 Hedoes it under name of perfect love : 
 As who fhould fay, it I fhould flecpe or-eate 
 Twere deadly ficknefle, orelfe pretent death. 
 I prethee goe, and get aie fome repak, 
 I care not, what, {o it be holfome foode! 
 Gru. Whatfay you toa Neats foote? 
 Kat. ’Tis paifiog good, I prethee let me have ic. 
 Gre: | feare itis toophlegmaticie a meate. 
 How fay you toa fat Tripe finely broyi’d? 
 Kate. Tike it well, good Grasio fetch it me. 
 « Gra. I cannottell, 1 feare ‘tis choliericke. 
 Whatfay you toa peece of Beefe aod Muftard? 
 Kate. & dith that I doeloveto feede upon. 
 Gre. I,but the Muttard istoo hora little. 
 Kate: Why then the Beefe, and let rhe Mutt ard ret. 
 Gru. Nay then I willbnot, you fhallhave the Muitard 
 Or elfe you get no beefe of Grumic. ; 
 Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt. 
 Grn. Why thenthe Muftard without the beefe. 
 Kate. ‘Goe get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, 
 Beats him, 
 That feed’ ft me withthe very name of meate, 
 Sorrowonthee, and all the packe of you 
 Thattriumph thus upon my mifery + 
 Goe get thee gone, I fay. 
 
 Enter Petrachio, and Hortenfio with meate. 
 Petr. ‘How fares my Kate, what {weeting all a mort? 
 Hor. Miftris, what cheere ? 
 Kate, Fasthas cold ascan be. 
 Pet. Placke up thy {pirits,looke cheerefully upon me. 
 Heere Lovey thou feeft how diligent [ am, 
 To dreflethy meate my felfe, and bring icthee. 
 Tam (ure {weet Kate;this hindnefle merites thankes. 
 What, nova word ?. Nay then, thou low’it it mot 
 And alimy-paines is forted to no proote. 
 Heere'take away this difh. 
 Kate. | pray youleticftand. 
 Pet. The poorettfervice is repaide with thankes, 
 And fo fhiallaiine before you touch the meate. 
 Kate. Uthanke youfir. 
 Hor. Signioy Petruchio, fie you are too blame 
 Come Miltfis Kate; Tle beare you company. 
 Pet. Eate ic up all Hortenfo, ifthou loveft me + 
 Much good doe it unto thy gentle hearts 
 Kate cate apace sand now my hony Love, 
 Willwe retire unto thy Fathers houfe, 
 And revell iras bravely as the beft, 
 With filken coatsand caps,and golden Rings, 
 With Ruffes arid Cuffes, and Fardingales,and things : 
 With Scarfes, and Fannes, and double change of brau’cy, } 
 With Amber Bracelets; Beades, anid all this knau'ry. 
 With haftthou din’d'? The Tailor ftaies thy leafure, 
 Thedeckethy body withhis ruffling treafure. 
 Enter Tailor. 
 
 _ Come 
 
224, 
 
 Come Tailor, let us fee thefe ornaments. 
 Enter Haberdafner. 
 
 Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you fir? 
 Fel. Heere isthe cap your Worthip did befpeake. 
 Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger, 
 
 A Veluet difh: Fie, fic, ’tislewd and filthy, 
 
 Why ’tis acockle ora walnut-fhell, 
 
 A knacke, a toy, atricke,a babies cap : 
 
 Away withit,comelet mehavea bigger. 
 
 Kate. Ile have no bigger, this doth fit thetime, 
 And Gentlewomien weare fuch caps as thefe. 
 
 Pet, When youate gentle, you fhall have one too, 
 And not tili then. 
 
 Hor. That will not be in haft. 
 
 Kate. Why fir I truft I may have leave to {peake, 
 And {peake I will. 1am no child, no babe, 
 
 Your betters have indur’d me fay my minde, 
 
 And if yon cannot, beft you ftop your eares. 
 
 My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, 
 
 Or elfe my heart concealing it will breake, 
 
 And rather then it fhall, I will be free, 
 
 Even to the uttermoft as I pleafe in words. 
 
 Pet. Why thou fail true, it is a paltry cap, 
 
 A cuftard coffen,a bauble,a filken pye, 
 
 I love thee well in that thou lik’ft it not. 
 
 Kate. Love me, or love me not, [like the cap, © 
 And it I will have, or I will have none. 
 
 Pet. Thy gowne, why I : come Tailor let us fee’t, 
 Oh mercy God, what masking ftuffe is heere ? 
 Whatthis ? a fleeve? ‘tis likea demi cannon, 
 
 What, up and downe caru’d likean apple-Tart? 
 
 Heeres {nip, and nip, and cut, and flith and flafh, 
 
 Liketoa Cenfor ina barbers fhoppe: 
 
 Why what a devils name Tailor cal’{t thou this > 
 Hor. fee thees like to haveneither cap nor growne. 
 Tas. You bid me make it orderly and well, - 
 
 According to the fafhion, and the time. 
 
 Pet. Marry and did ; but if you bewemembred, 
 
 I did not bid you marre it to thetime. 
 
 Goe hop me over every kennell home, 4’ 
 
 For you fhall hop without my cuftome fir :.. 
 
 Tle none of it : hence, make your belt of it. 
 
 Kate, I never {aw a better fathion'd gowne;,.. 
 More queint, more pleafing, nor mere commendable : 
 Belike you meane to makea puppet of me. 
 
 Pet. Why true, he meanes tomake a puppet of thee, 
 
 Tai. Saelayes your Wozthip meanes to make a puppet 
 of her. 
 
 Pets Oh moft monftrous arrogance : 
 
 Thou lyeft, thou thred, thou thimble, 
 
 Thou yardsthree quarters, halfe yard, uarter ,naile, 
 
 Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter cricket thou: 
 
 Brav'd in mine owne houfe witha skeine of thred: 
 
 Away thou Ragge, thou quantity, thou remnant, 
 
 Or ! hall {o be-mete thee with thy yard, 
 
 | As thou fhalt thinke on prating whil’t thou liv’: 
 
 Ttell thee 1, that thou ait marr’d her gowne. 
 
 Tail, Your worthip isdeceiv'd, the gowne is made 
 Tuftas my Mafter had dire@ion :- 
 
 Grumio gave order how it fhouid be done, . 
 
 Gra. Igave him no order, ] gave himthe ufc. 
 
 Tasl. But how did you defire it fhould be made 2 
 
 Gru. Marry fir with needle and thred, 
 
 Taxi. But did you not requeft to have it cut 2 
 
 Gre. Thou haft fac’d many things. 
 
 Tasl. Thave, , 
 
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 | The Taming of the Shrew, 
 
 Grn. Face not me : thou haft brav’d many men, brave] 
 
 not me; I willneither be fac’d nor brav'd. I fay untothe, ie: 
 
 I bid thy Mafter cutout the gowne, but I did not bid} 
 him cut itto peeces. Ergothoulieft. — te 
 Tas, Why here isthe note of the fafhion to teftifie, 
 Pet. Reade it. * OA ag 
 Gr. The note lyes in’s throate if he fay Ifaidfo. © | 
 Tail. Inprimis, a loofe bodied gowne. i 
 Gra.. Mafter, ifever 1faid loote-bodied gowne, fow} 
 me in the skirts of it, and beatemeto death with a bote| — 
 tome of browne thred : 1 {aida gowne. * an 
 Pet. Proceed. ; 
 Tai. With af{mall compatt cape. 
 Grs. I confefie the cape. 
 Tas. Withatrunke fleeve 
 Gru. 1 confeffe two fleeves. 
 Tail. The fleeves curioufly cut. | 
 Pet. I there’sthe villany. ie 
 Gra. Brror i’th bill fir, error ith bill? I commanded} 
 the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow’d up againe, and} 
 that Ile prove upon thee, though thy little finger be ar- 
 med in a thimble. . 
 Tai.This is truethat I fay, and I had thee in place where 
 thou fhould knowit: 19 
 Gre. 1am for thee ftraight : take thou the bill, giy 
 methy mete-yard, and {pare not mes is! 
 Hor, God-a-mercy Grumio , then he fhall have no} — 
 oddes, $33 . ‘ 
 Pet. Well fir in breefethe.gowne is not for mes 
 Gru. You are i'th right fir, tis for my miftris, 
 _ Pet. Goe take it up untothy maftersufe. 
 Gra. Villaine, not for thy life :: Takenp my Miftreffe 
 gowne for thy mafters nfe. ‘ oN 
 . Pa. Why fir, what's yourconceit in that? 
 Gra. Oh fir, the conceit isdeeper then you thinke for: 
 Take up my Miftris gowne to his mafters ufes Se 
 Oh fie, fie, fie. ay 
 Pet. Hortexfo, fay thou wilt fee the Tailor paide: — / 
 Goc take it hence, be gon, and fay no meres © 
 Hor, Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow, 
 Take no unkindnefle of bis hafty words : i 
 Away I fay, commend me to thy Matter. Exit Tail. 
 Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will unto your fathers, a 
 Even in thefe honeft meane habiliments : Redes: 
 Our purfes fhalll be proud, our garments poore : 
 For ‘tisthe minde that makes the body riche i 
 And asthe Sunne breakes through the darkeft clouds, 
 So honor peereth in the meaneit habit. eg 
 What is the lay more precious then the Larke, 
 Becaufe his feathers are more beautifull? 
 Oristhe Adder better then the Ecle, 
 Becaufe hispainted skin contents the eye? 
 Ohno good Kate : neither art thouthe worfe 
 For this poore furniture, andmeane array. 
 Ifthou accounted ft it thame, lay it onme, hed 
 And therefore frolicke, we will hence forthwith: = | 
 Tofeatt and {portusat thy fathers houfe, a 
 Goe call my men, and let us ftraight to him; 
 And bring our horfes unto Long: lane end, 
 There will wemount, andthither walke on footes 
 
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 "| Let's fee, I thinke’tis now fomefevena clocke, 
 
 And well we may come there by dinner time. 
 Kate. \dareaflure you fir,’tis almoft two, 
 
 And ’twill be fupper time ere youcometheres 
 Pet. It fhallbe feven ere I goe to horfe : . 
 
 Looke what I {peake, or doe, orthinke to.doe; 
 
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Ti be Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 You are ftillcroffingit, firs let’t alone, 
 willnot goe to day, and ereI doe, 
 t fhall be whata clocke I fay itis. rag. 3 
 Hor. Why {0: this gallant will command the funne. 
 
 Enter Tranio, andthe Pedant dreSt like Vincentio. . 
 
 Tra. Sirs, this is the houfe, p!eafe it you that I call. 
 » Ped. 1 what elfe, and but I be deceived, 
 Signior Bapistamay remember me 
 Neere twenty yeeresa goe-in Genoa. 
 
 Tra. Where we were lodgers, at the Pega/us, 
 Tis well, and bold your owne in any cafe 
 With fach aufterity as longeth té a father. 
 
 bic Enter Biondellan a 
 
 Ped. L warrant you: but fir here comes your boy, 
 ’Twere good he were {chool’d. at bias 
 
 Tra. Feare you not him : firra Biondese, 
 Now doe your duty throughly I advife you = 
 Imagine ‘twerethe right Véncencso, 
 
 Bion. Tut, feare not me. / 
 
 Tra. But haftthou done thy ertandto Baptifia? 
 
 Bion \ told him that your father was at Venice, 
 And that you look’t for him thisday in Padwa. 
 \ Tra. Thartatall fellow, holdthee that to drinke, 
 Heere comes Baprifta : {et your countenance fir. 
 
 Enter Baptista and Lnceneia : and Pedant booted 
 and bare headed, 
 Tra. Signior Baptiffa you are happily met : 
 
 | Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of, 
 
 Ipray you ftand good father tome now, 
 Give me Bianca for my patrimony. + aa: 
 Ped. Soft fon: fir by your leave, having come to Padva 
 To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio 
 Made me acquainted with awaighty caufe 
 Of love betweene your daughter and himfelfe : 
 And for the good report Iheare ofyou, 
 And for the love he beareth to your daughters 
 And theto him ; to ftay him not too long, 
 Tam content in a good fathers care 
 To have him matcht, and ifyou pleafe te like 
 Noworfe then I fir upon fome agreement 
 Me fhall you find moft ready and moft willing: 
 With one confent to have her fo beftowed : : 
 For curious I cannot be with you 
 Signior Baptifta, of whom I heare fo well.. 
 Bap. Sir, pardon mein what Ihaveto fay, 
 Your plainneffe and your fhortneffe pleafe me well; 
 Right true it is your fonne Lucentio here ie 
 Dothlove my daughter ,and fhe lovethhim, _ 
 
 -Orboth diffemble deepely their affections : 
 - And therefore if you fay no more then this, 
 
 That like a Father you willdeale with him, 
 
 | And paffe my daughter a fuificient dower, 
 
 eS eS is ne haerin 
 
 id ee see aaa 
 
 ‘The match is made, and allisdone, 
 - Your fonne thal! have my daughter with confent. 
 _ Tra. Ithanke you fir, where then doe you know beft 
 ‘We be aified and fuch affurance tane, . 
 ‘As fhall with either parts agreement fland. 
 _ Bap. Not in my hioufe Lucentio, for you know 
 | Pitchers haveeares, and 1 have many fervants,’ 
 
 Befides old Gremio is harkning ftill, 
 
 | Ann haply we might be interrupted. 
 
 Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you fic 
 
 ; There doth my father ly:andthere thisnight 
 
 ee : : s <—ooe a ‘ 
 
 | If this be not that you looke for, 1 have no more tofay, | 
 . But bid Bianca farewell for ever anda day. 
 
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 Weele paffe the bufinefle privately and well : 
 Send for your daughter by yourfervant hese, 
 My Boy fhail fetch the Scrivener prefently, 
 The wortt is this that ac fo flender. warning, 
 Yon are like to have a thin and flender pittance. 
 _ Bap. Ie likes me well: 
 sag © a you home, and bid Bsanea make her ready 
 ftraight ; 
 And if you willtell what hath hapned, 
 Lweentios Father is arrived in Padua, 
 And how fhe’slike tobe Lucentios wite. 
 . Bion, J pray the gods the may with allmy heart: 
 Exit, 
 ra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. 
 Roe ee Enter Peter. 
 Signior Baptiffa, {hall I leadethe way, 
 Wecome, one meffe is liketo be your cheere, 
 Come fir, we will better it in Pifa. 
 Bap. lfollowyoue. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Lucentio and Biondelle, 
 
 Bion. Cambio, ~* 
 Luc. What faiftthou Biondeo2 ; 
 = — You faw my Mafter winke and Jangh upon 
 
 Luc. Biondelle, what of that? 
 
 Biond. Faith nothing : bat has left me here behind 
 5 expound the meaning or morrall of his fignes and to- 
 
 ‘ens. Sey 
 
 Ins. 1 pray theemoralizethem. 
 
 _ Bson, Thenthus: Bapriftais {afe talking with the de- 
 ceiving Father of a deceitfuil fonne. | 
 
 Luc. And what of him? 
 
 Bion. His daughter is to be brought by youto the fup- 
 
 ele * 
 . Lac. Andthen? _ 
 
 Bion. The old Prieft at Saint Lwkes Church is at your 
 command at all houres. 
 
 Lue. And what of ail this? 
 
 Bion. I cannot tell, except they are bufied abont a coun- 
 terfeit affurance : take you affurance of her, Cum privile 
 £80 ad Imprimenaum felam, to th’ Church take the Prieft, 
 Clarke, and fome {uiticient honeft witnefles : 
 
 Luc. Hear’ ftthou Biondelo. 
 
 Bion, I cannettatry: I knewa wench married in an 
 afternoone as fhe went to the Garden for Parfeley to 
 ftuffea Rabit, and fe may you fir: and fo adew fir, my 
 Mafter hath appointed meto goe to Saint Lkes to bid 
 the Pricft be ready tocomeagainft you come with your 
 appendix. So WER eh Ra 
 
 Lus. I may and will, if the-be fo contented : 
 
 She willbe pleas’d, then wherefore fhould I doubt : 
 Hap what hap may, Ile roundly goe about her : 
 It fhall goe hard if Cambio goe without her. 
 Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortenfio. 
 Pet, — on a Gods name, once more toward our fa- 
 thers ; ‘ a 
 Good Lord how bright and goodly fhines the Moone: 
 Kate. The Moone, the Sunne; it is not Moonelight 
 ROW. peachy: : é: 
 _ Pet. [fay itisthe Moone that fhines fo bright. 
 Kat. 1 know it isthe Suane that fhines fo bright. 
 Pet. Now by my mothers fonne, and that’s my felfe, |. 
 Te} 
 
 | Bett. 
 
wy) 
 
 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 It {hall be moone, or ftarre, or what 11 lift, 
 Or ere I journey to your Fathers houfe : 
 Goe on, and fetch our horfes backe againe, 
 Evermore croft andcroft, nothing but croft. 
 Hor. Say ashe fayes, or we fhall never goes 
 Kat. Forward I pray, fince wehave come fo farre, 
 And be it moone, or funne, or what your pleafe : 
 And if you pleafe to callit a ruth Candle, 
 Henceforth I yowe it thall be fo for me. 
 Pet. 1 fay ic isthe Moone. 
 Kat, I know itis the Moone. ; 
 Pet. Nay then you lye: itisthe bleffed Sunne. 
 Kate. Thea Godbe bleft, itis the bleffed funne, 
 But funne itisnot, when you fay it is not 
 And the Moone changes even as your mind: . 
 What you will have it nam’d, even that it is, 
 And foit fhall be fo for Kathersne. ; 
 Hort. Petruchio, goe thy wayes,the field is won. 
 Pet. Well, forward, forward,thus the bowle fhould 
 And not unluckily againft the Bias : (run, 
 Bat {oft, Company is comming here. 
 
 Enter Vincentio. 
 
 Good morrow gentle Miltris, where away 
 Tell me {weet Kate ,and tell me truely too, 
 Haft thou beheld a frefher Gentlewoman : 
 Such warre of white and ted within her cheekes: 
 Whzet ttarres doe {pangle heaven with {uch beauty, 
 As thofe two eyes become that heavenly face? 
 Faire lovely Maide, once moregood day to thee: - 
 Sweet Kate embrace her for her beauties fake. 
 
 Hort. A will makethe man mad tomake a woman of 
 
 im. 
 
 Kar. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and frefh,and fweet, 
 
 Whither away, or where is thy aboad ? 
 Happy the Parents of fo faire a child ; 
 Happier the man whom favourable ftars 
 
 Alots thee for his lovely bedfellow. 
 
 Pet. Why how now Kate, I hopethou art not mad, 
 Thisisa man old, wrinckled, faded, withered, 
 Andnota Maiden, asthou faifthe is. 
 
 Kare. Pardonold father my miftaking eyes, 
 
 That have beene fo bedazled with the funne, 
 That every thing I looke onfeemeth greene: 
 Now I perceive thouarta reverent Father < 
 Pardon I pray thee for my mad miftaking. 
 
 Pet. Doe good old grandfire, and withall make knéwn 
 Which way thou travelleft, ifalong with us, 
 
 We thali be j oytull ofthy company. 
 
 Vin. Faire Sir, and youmy merry Mittris, 
 
 That with yonr ftrange encounter much amafdeme : 
 My name is call’d Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa,. 
 And bound lam to Padsa, there to vifite 
 
 A fonne of mine, whichlong Ihave not feene. 
 
 ‘Pet, What is his name? 
 
 Vin. Lucentio gentle fir. 
 
 Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fonne : 
 And now by Law, as well asreverent age, 
 
 I may intitle thee my loving father; 
 The fifter to my wite, thisGentlewoman, 
 Thy Sonne by this bath married : wonder not, 
 Nor be not grieved, fhe 1s of good efteeme, 
 Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ; 
 Befide, fo qualified, as may befeeme 
 
 | The Spout of any noble Gentleman : 
 Let me imbrace with old Vincentio, 
 
 Who will of thy arrivall 
 
 { feethy Mafters father Vincentior 
 
 honeft fonne, 
 ¢ full joyous. 
 
 And wander we to fee nid 
 Vin. Butis this true, or is it elfe your pleature, 
 
 Like pleafant travailors to breake a jeft 
 Vpon the company yeu overtake? 
 
 Hor. I doeaffure thee facher fo it ise 
 Pet. Come goealong and fee the truth hereof. 
 
 For our firft merriment hath madethce jealous. Exewut, Z q 
 
 - Hor. Well. Petruchio, this has putme in hearts). 
 
 Have to my Widdow, and if fhe befroward,.  .. ~ } : 
 
 Then haft thou taught Hortenfie to be untoward. 
 
 Exter Bioudeho, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio 
 out before. 
 
 bai | 
 
 Bion. Sofely and fwifily fir,for the Prieft isready. | © 
 
 Luc. | flye Biondello, but they may chance tonsed thee | 
 Exit. ¥ # 
 add 
 
 at home, therefore leave vs, 
 Bion. Nay faith, lle fee the Churcha your backe, 
 then come backe to my miltris as feone as I can. 
 
 Gre, I marvaile (ambiocomes not all this while. . | 
 
 Enter Petruchio, K ate, Vincentio, Grumio. 
 
 with Attendants. 
 Pet. Sir heeresthe doore, thisis Lucentios houfe, 
 My Fathers beares more toward the Market-place,. 
 
 Thither muft I, and here I leave you fir. 2 i 
 
 Vin. You fhall not choofe but drinke before you g0e, 
 
 Ithinke I thall command your welcome here ? : 
 
 And by all likelyhood fome cheereistoward. _ Knock, | 
 
 Grem. They’re bufie within, 
 lowder. 
 Pedant lookes out of the window. 
 
 the gate? 
 Vin, IsSignior Lucentio within fir 2 a 
 Ped. He’s within fir, but notto be fpoken wirkall. 
 
 you were beft knocke | 
 
 Fed, What's he that knockesas he would beat downe | 
 
 Vin, Whatifa man bring him a hundred pound ortwo | — 
 
 tomake merry withail. . a 
 
 Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to your felfe, he | j 
 
 bax 
 oe 
 
 thall need none fo-long as J live. : 
 
 Petr, Nay, 1 told you your fonne was well beloved in Ee 
 Padua : doe you heare fir, to leave frivolous circumftan=} 
 
 oe 
 
 ces, Ipray you tell fignior Lucentio that his Father 1s Cie 
 
 i 
 
 come from Pia, and ishereat the doore to fpeake with | 
 
 him. 
 
 Ped. Thou lieft, bis Father is come from Padua, and e 
 
 here looking oat at the window. ~ 
 Vin. Artthou his father ? eh 
 Ped. I fir, fo his mother fayes, if I may beleeve her 
 
 very to take upon you another mans name. 2 
 
 Peda. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeve a -meanes to . 
 
 cofen fome body inthis City under my countenance. 
 Enter Biondello. 
 
 Ie 
 
 Bion, 1 have feene them 1n the Church tegether, God | 
 
 fend’em good fhipping :but who is heere? mine old Ma- 
 oH Vincentio: now we are undone and brought to n0-| 
 thing. ee 
 Vin. Come hither crackhempe. 
 Bion. 1 hope! may choote Sir. 
 ” : Come hither you rogue, what have you 
 Bien. Forgot you, no fir: I could not forget you, for 
 I never faw you before inallmy life. sl Awad 
 Vin. What, younotorious villaine, didft thou never 
 
 § : fi 
 
 Pet. Why how now gentleman : why thisis flatknae | ad 
 
The Taming of the Shrev. 
 
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 Bion. What oy old worthipfall old matter? yes mar~ | That have by marriage made thy daughter cighe. 
 
 | ry fir, feewhere helokes. out of the window. 
 +l Pin. Ut foindeed? He beates Biondello. 
 Bion, Helpe, helpe; helpe, here’s a mad man will mur- 
 der me. 
 Peda, Helpe, fonne, helpe fignior Baprifta. 
 Pet. Prethce Kate let’s ftand afide and fee the end of 
 
 | this controverfic. » 
 . Enter Pedant with fervants, Baptista, Tranio. 
 
 Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my fer- 
 
 : vant ? - 
 
 4 > Van. Whatam! fir nay what are you fir: oh immor- 
 
 | | tallGoddes: oh fine villaine, a filken doublet, a vel- 
 vet hofe, aicarlet cloake, anda copataine bat : oh Iam 
 undone; Iam undone: whileI play tke good husband 
 at home, my fonneand my fervant {pend all at’ the vui- 
 verfity. 
 
 Tra. How now, what's the matter ? 
 
 Bap. What isthe man lunaticke ? 
 
 Tra, Sir,-you feeme.a fober ancient Gentleman by 
 your habit : but your words fhew you amad man: why 
 fir, what concernes it you,if I weare Pearle and gold : I 
 thanke my good father, I am able to maintaineit. 
 
 . Vin. Thy father! oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker in 
 _ Bergamo. 
 
 Bap. Youmiftake fir, you miftake fir, pray what doe ° 
 
 | you thinke is his namé ? 
 F Vin. Hisname} asif I knew not his name: I have 
 | brought bim up ever fince he was three yeeres old, and 
 } his name is Tranio. © 
 
 Ped. Away,away mad afle, bis name is Lacentie, and 
 _ | he ismineonely fonneand heire to the Lands of me _fig- 
 | nior Vincentio. 
 |. Vin. Lucentio oh he hath murdred his Mafter ; lay 
 | hoid on him I charge you in the Dukes name: ob my 
 | fonne, my fonne ’: tell me thou yillaine, ‘where is my fon 
 | Lucentio? — : ot 
 _ |. Tra. Call forth an officer: Carry this mad knave to 
 } the laile : father Bapts#a, Icharge you fee that he bee 
 | forth comming. 
 | Vea. Carry me to the Iaile ? 
 | Gre. Stay oificer, he fhail not goe to prifon. 
 | ong Talke not fignior Gremio: Ilay he fhall goe to 
 
 | priion, ’ : 
 
 ae | F Gre. Take heedefignior Bapriffa, leat you be coni- 
 | catcht in this bnfinefle: I dare fweare this is the right 
 
 | Vincentio. 
 Se Ped, Sweare if thou dar’ ft. 
 + Gre. Nay, I dare not {weare it. 
 Tra. Thenthou wert beit fay that I am not Lacen- 
 tio. 
 
 & Gre. Yes, Lknowthee to be fignior Lucentio, 
 |. Bap. Away withthe dotard, tothe Jaile with him. 
 Enter Biondello, Lucentio,and Bianca. 
 Vin. ‘Thus ftrangers may be haildandabufd ; oh mon- 
 ftrous villaine. 
 
 forfweare him, or elfe we are all done, 
 ExiaBiondello, Tranio, and Pedant as faft as may be, 
 
 Lac. Pardon {weet father. : 
 
 Vin. Lives my {weet fonne ? 
 
 Bia, Pardon deere father. te 
 
 Bap. How: hait thou offended, where is Lucentio. 
 ~ Lue. Here's Lucentio, right fonne to the right. Vin 
 COL. - : 4 
 
 Bion. Oh we are poil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, 
 
 While counterfeit fappofes blecr’d thine cine. 
 Gre. Here’s packing witha witnefle to deceive us all. 
 Via, Where is that damned yillaine Tranio, 
 That fac'd and braved me in this matter fo? 
 Bap. Why, tell me isnot this my Cambio ? 
 . Bian. Cambio is chang’ d into Lucentio, 
 Luc. Love wroughit thefe miracles. Biancaslove 
 Made me exchangr my {tate with ,Tramio, 
 While he did beare my countenance in the towne, 
 And happily Ihave arriv’d at laft 
 Vato the | wifhed. hayen of my bliffe : 
 What Tranio did, my {elfe enforft him to ; 
 Then pardon him {weet Father for my fake. 
 
 Vin. lie flicthe villaines nofe that would have {ent me 
 
 to the Iaile. 
 
 Bap. {But do you heare fir,have you married my daugh- 
 
 ter without asking my good will? 
 
 Vin, Feare not Baptista, we will content you, goe to : 
 
 but I willinto be reveng’d forthis villaine, Exxir. 
 Bap. And to found the depth of this knauery. Exit. 
 Lue.Looke not pale Bianca,thy father will not frowne 
 Exeunt 
 Gre. My cake is dough, but Ile in among the reft, 
 Out of hope ofall, but my fhare of the feaft. 
 
 Kat. Husband let’s follow,to fee the end of this adoe, 
 Pet. Firttkifle me Kate, and we will, i 
 Kat. What in the midft of the ftreete ? 
 
 Pet. Whatart thou atham’d of me ? 
 
 Kate. No fir, God forbid, but afham’d to kiffe. 
 
 Pet. Why thenle'ts home againe: Come Sirra let's 
 away. 
 “ Kat.Nay, I will give theea kiffe,now pray thee Love 
 aye 
 
 Pet. Is not this well? come my fweet Kate.’ 
 
 Better once then never, for never too late, Excuut, 
 
 Aétus Quintus. 
 
 Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentioand 
 Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and Widdow ; 
 ‘The Serving men with Transo bringing 
 ia a Banquet. 
 
 Lue. Atlaft, though long, our jarring notes agree, 
 
 And time it is when raging warre is come, 
 
 Tofmile at {capesand perilsoverblowne: 
 
 My faire Bianca bid my father welcome, 
 
 While I with felfe fame kindnefle welcome thine : 
 
 Brother Petruchio, fifter Katerina, 
 
 And thou Hortextio with thy loving Widdow : 
 
 Feaft withthe belt, and welcome to my houfe, 
 
 My Banket isto clofe our ftomackes up 
 
 After our great good cheere : pray you fit downe, 
 
 For now we fit to chat as well as eate. 
 Pet. Nothing but fit and fic, and eate and eate. 
 Bap, Padua aftordsthiskindneffe, fonne Petruchio, 
 Pet, Padua affords nothing but what is kind, 
 Hor. For both our fakes1 would that word were true. 
 Pet. Now for my life Hortentio feaves his Widow: 
 Hor. Thennever truft me if I be affeard. 
 Pet. You are very fencible, and yet you 
 
 fence: , 
 I meane Hortentio is afeard of you.. 
 
 mniffe my 
 
 Wid. 
 
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228 
 
 Wiad, He thatis giddy thinkesthe world turnes round. 
 Pet. Roundly replied. 
 Kat. Miltris, how meane you that 2 
 Wid. Thus! conceiveby him. | 
 Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortentio that? 
 Her. My Widdow fayes, thus fhe conceives her tale. 
 Per, Very well mended: kiffe him for that good 
 Widdow. 
 Kat. He that is giddy thinkesthe world turnes round. 
 I pray youtell me what you meant by that. 
 Wid. Your husband being troubled witha fhrew, 
 Meafures my husbands forro w by his woe : 
 And now you know my meaning. 
 Kate. A very meane meaning. 
 wid. Right, I meane yous ; : 
 Kat. And 1am meane indeed, refpeCting you. 
 
 ' Pet. Toher Kate. 
 Hor. To her Widdew. 
 Pet. A bundred markes, my Kate doe put her downe. 
 Hor. That’s my oifice. 
 
 Pe.. Spoke like an Oificer: ha tothee lad, 
 
 Drinkes to Hortentio. 
 
 Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quicke witted folkes ? 
 
 Gre. Beleeve me fir,they But together well: 
 
 Bian. Head, and but an hafty witty body, 
 
 Would fay your Head and But were head and horne- 
 Vin. 1 Miftris Bride, hath thatawakened you ? 
 Bian. 1, butnot frighted me, therefore He fleepe a- 
 
 aine. 
 
 Petr Nay that you fhall not fince youhave begun : 
 Haveat youfora better jeft or too. 
 
 Bian, Am 1 your Bird, I meane to fhift my buth, 
 And then purfue me as you draw your Bow. 
 Youare welcome all. Exit Bianca. 
 
 Per. She hath preventedme, here fignior Tranio, 
 This bird youaim’d at, though you hit her not, 
 Theretorea health to all that fhot and mift. 
 
 Tri. Oh fir, Lucentio flipt me like his Gray-bound, 
 
 Which runnes himfelfe, and catches fos his Mafter, 
 
 Pet, Agood {wift fimile, but fomething currifh. 
 
 Tra. Tis well fir that you hunted for your felfe : 
 *Tis thought your Deere does hold you at a bay. 
 
 Bap. Oh, oh Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. 
 
 Luc. Ithanke thee for that gird good Tranio, 
 
 Hor. Confeffe, confefle, hath he not hit you here? 
 
 Pet. A hasa little gald me I confeffe : ' 
 And asthe Jeft did glance away from me, 
 
 ’Tis ten to one it maim’d you tooout right. 
 
 Bap. Now in good fadneffe fonne Petruchio, 
 
 I thinke thou haft the vérieft threw ofall. 
 
 Pet. Well, 1 fay no: and therefore for affurance, 
 Let’s each one fend unto his wife, 
 
 And he whofe wife is moft obedient, 
 
 Tocomeat fir ft when he doth fend for her, 
 Shall win the wager which we will propofe. 
 ‘or: Content, what’s the wager ? 
 Lac. Twenty crownes- 
 Pet. Twenty crownes. 
 Tle venture fo much of my Hawke or Hound, 
 But twenty times fomuch upon my Wife. 
 Lac. A hundred then. 
 Hor. Content. 
 Pet. A match,’tis done. 
 Her. Whofhallbegin? - 
 Luc. That willl. 
 Goe Biondello, bid your Miltris come to me; 
 
 a + 
 
 The Taming of the Shrew. 
 
 - And to be thort, what not, that’s {weet and happy. 
 
 | Vato their lofles twenty thoufand crownes, 
 
 Bio. | goe. } ee 
 
 Bap. Sonne, Tle be your halfe, Bsastca comes. v 
 
 Luc. Ne haveno halves : ile beare it all my felfe, — 
 Enter Biondello. 
 
 How now , what newes ? 
 
 Bio. Sir, my Miltris fends you word 
 
 That fhe is bufic, and fhe cannot come. , M4 
 Per. How? fhe’s bufie, and fhe cannot come: is that } 
 
 ananfwer? . bt 
 Gre. I,and akinde one too: 
 
 Pray God fir your wife fend you not a worfe. 
 Pet. 1 hopebetter. : ae 
 Hor. Sirra Biondello, goe and intreat my wife to come | 
 
 to me forthwith, Exit Biondello, | 
 Petr. Oh ho, intreate her, nay then fhemuft needes | 
 
 come. { 
 Hor. Lams affraid firydo what you can, 
 Enter Biondtllo. Aiea 
 
 Yours will not be entreated : Now, where’s my wife? | 
 Bion. She fayes you have fome goodly leftinhand,) | — 
 
 She will not come : fhe bids you come to her. a 
 Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come: 
 
 Oh vild, intollerable, not tobe indur’d : 
 
 Sirra Grumio, goe to your Miltris, ’ 
 
 Say 1 command her come to me- 
 
 » Hor. 1 know her anfwer- 
 
 Pet. What? 
 Hor. She will not. : . pee 
 Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and therean end. ~ 
 
 Exit | 
 
 ee ee ee, Vo eee eee eee ee 
 
 Enter Katerina. 
 
 Bap. Now by my hollidam heere comes Katerina, | 
 Kar. What is your will fir, that you fend for me? — | ~ 
 Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfios wife? 
 Kate, They fit conferring by the Parlor fire. Ei: 
 Pet. Goe tetchthem hither, if they denie tocome; |) 
 Swindge me them foundly forth untotheir husbands? , | 
 Away I fay ,and bring then hither ftraight. 
 Lwc. Here isa wonder, if you talke of a wonder. 
 Hor, And fo itis : 1 wonder what it boads. ie 
 Pet. Marry peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, © | 
 Anawfull rule, and right fupremacy : 
 
 Sa 
 = Sorter o2 
 
 Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petrachio ; 
 The wager thou haft won, and I will adde 
 
 Another dowry to another daughter, y 
 For he is chang’das fhe had never beene. ; 
 Pet. Nay,I will win my wager better yet, 
 And fhow more figne of her obedience, 
 Her new built vertue and obedience. 
 Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow. a 
 See where fhe comes, and brings your froward Wives 
 As prifoners to her womanly perfwafion : ve 
 Katerine, that Cap of yours becomes you not, 
 Off with that bable, throw it underfoote. 
 Wid. Lordlet me never havea caufe to figh, 
 Till 1 be brought to fuch a filly paffe. 
 Bian. Fye whata foolith duty call you this ? 
 Luc. I would your duty were as foolifh too : 
 The wifdome of your duty faire Bianca, Ba: 
 Hath-coft me five hundred crownes fince fupper time. 
 Bian, The more fooleyou for laying on my duty. 
 Pet. Katherine 1 charge thee tell thefe head-ftrong wo 
 ver : what duty they doe owe their Lords and 
 
Lhe Taming of the Shrew. 229 
 
 Wid. Come, come, yourmocking : we will have no | To offer warre, where they fhould kneele for peace : 
 ‘telling Or feeke for rule, fupremacie,and fway, 
 
 Per. Comeon I fay, and fir begin with ker. When they are bound to ferve , love, and obay. 
 Wid. She fhall not. ae ; Why are our bodies foft, and weake, and {mooth, 
 Pet, 1 {ay fhe fhall, and firft begin with her. : Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world, 
 Kate, Fie, fie, unknit that threating unkinde brow, But that our foft conditions, and our hearts, 
 And dart not fcornefull glances from thofe eyes, Should well agree with our externall parts? 
 To wound thy Lord,thy King, thy governour. Come »come, you froward and unable wormes, 
 It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads, _ My minde hath binas bigge as one of yours, 
 Confonnds thy fame,as whirlewinds fhake faite buds, My heart is great, my reaton haply more, 
 And in no fence is meet or amiable. To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne; 
 A womay mov’d; is like afountaine troubled, But now I fee our Launcesare but ftrawes: 
 Muddie, ill {eeming, thicke sbereft of beauty, Oar ftrength as weake, our weakeneffe paft compare, 
 And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirftie That feeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are. 
 Will daigne to fip, or touch one drop of it. Then vale your ftomackes, for it is no boote, 
 Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper, And place your hands below your husbands toote : 
 Thy head, thy foveraigne: One that cares for thee, Intoken of which duty, ifhe pleafe, 
 ‘And for thy maintenance. Commits his body , | My handisreadie, may it do him cafe. 
 To painfull labour, both by fea and land : Pet, Why there’s aweach : Comeon, and kiffe me 
 
 To watchthe night in ftormes, thedayincold Kate. 
 Whil’tthou ly'it warme at home, fecureand{afe, ” Lue. Well gothy wayesold lad, for thou thalt ha’t. 
 Andcravesno other tribute at thy hands, . Usn. *Tisa good hearing, when children are toward. 
 Butlove, faire lookes, and true obedience ; _| Ze. Buta harfh hearing ,;when womenarefroward. 
 Too little payment for fo great a debt. Pet. Come Kate, wee’ie to bed, 
 Such dutie as the fubject owesthe Prince, We three are married, but youtwo are {ped. 
 Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband : : "Twas | wonne the wager, though you hit the white, 
 And when the is froward , peevith, fullen, fowre, And being a winner, God give you good night. 
 And not obedient to his honeft will, : » \Bvde Petruchio. 
 ‘What is fhe but a foule contending Rebell, Hortes, Now goethy wayes, thou haft tam’dacurft 
 And graceleffe Traitor to her loving Lord? y Shrow. 
 ‘Tam afham’d that womenare fo fimple, Lac. Tis awonder,by your leave, fhe will be tam’d fo. 
 
 FIN ZS: 
 
WVell,hatEnds V Vell 
 
 Akus primus. Scena Prima. 
 
 - Enter young Bertram Count of Rofihion, bis Mother, ana 
 Helina, Lord Lafew,allin blacke. 
 
 Morber. 
 wN delivering my fonne from'me, I buriea fe- 
 y cond husband. 
 ' Rof. And in going Madam, weepe ore my 
 fathersdeath anew;but I muft attend his ma- 
 =o jefties. command, to whom I am now in 
 Ward, evermore in fubjection. _ 
 
 Laf. You fhall find of the King ahusband Madame, 
 you fir a father. He thatfo generally is atall times good, 
 mutt of neceffitie hold hisvertue to you, whofe worthi- 
 neffe would ftirre it up where it wanted, rather then lacke 
 it where thereis {uch abundance. 
 
 Mo. What hope is there of his Majefties amendment? 
 
 Laf. He hathabandon’d his Phifitions Madam, under 
 whofe practifes he hath perfecuted time-with hope , and 
 finds no ether advantage inthe proceffe, but onely the 
 lofing of hope by time. 
 
 Mo, This young Gentlewoman had a Father , O that 
 had ! how fada paflage tis, whofe skill was almoft as 
 great as his honeftie, had it ftretch’d fo far, would have 
 made nature immortall, and death fhould have play for 
 lacke of worke. Would for theKings fake hee were li- 
 ving, Ithinke it would be the death of the Kings difeafe. 
 
 Laf: How call’d you the man you {peake of Madam ? 
 
 (Mo. He was famous fir in his profeffion , and it was 
 hisgreat right to be fo: Gerard de Narbon. 
 
 Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very 
 lately {poke of him admiringly, and mourningly : he was 
 skiifullengusts te haveliv’d ftill, if knowledge could be 
 fet up againgt mortallitie. 
 
 Rof. Whatis it (my good Lord ) the King languifhes 
 of 2 
 
 Laf. AFiftula my Lord. 
 
 Rof. Theard notof it before. 
 
 Laf. 1 would it were not notorious. Was this Gen- 
 tlewomanthe Daughter of Gerard de Narbon? 
 
 Ma, His {ole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my 
 over looking. I have thofe hopes of her good, that her 
 education promifes her difpofitions the inherits, which 
 makes faire gifts fairer : for wherean uncleane mind car- 
 riesvertuous qualities, there commendations goe with 
 pitty, they are vertuesand traitorstoo : in her they are 
 
 the better for their fimpleneffe 5 fhe derives her honettie,. 
 
 andatcheeves her goodneffe. 
 
 Lafew. Your commendations Madam get from her 
 teares. 
 
 (Mo. 'Tis the beft brine a Maiden can feafon herpraile 
 in. The remembrance of her father never approehes her 
 
 heart, but the tiranyof her forrowes takes all livelihood a 
 
 from hercheeke, Nomore ofthis Helena, goe too, fie’ a 
 more leaft itbe rather thought you affe@ta forrow, then} ~ 
 to have» ae 
 Hel. 1 doeaffe& aforrow indeed, but I haveittoo, — | 
 Laf. Moderate lamentations isthe right ofthe dead, | 
 exceflive greefe the enemie to the living. . 
 Mo, IF che living be enemy to the greefe, theexcefle | 
 makes it foone mortall. ri 
 Ref. Madam I defire your holy wifhes. 
 Laf-; How underftand wethat 2 
 (Mo. Be thou bleft Bertrame, and fucceed thy father |) 
 Tn mannersasin fhape : thy blood and vertue ae, 
 Contend for Empire inthee, and thy goodneffe 
 Share with thy birth-right. Love all, trufta few, 
 Doe wrong to none : beable for thine enemie 
 Rather in power then ufe :and keepe thy friend 
 Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for filence, 
 But never tax’d for fpeech. What heaven more will, |} 
 That thee may fornifh, and my prayersplucke downe, | 
 Fall on thy hand. Farewellmy Lord, 
 *Tisan unfeafon’d Courtier, good my Lord 
 Aduife him. 
 Zaf. He cannot want the belt 
 That thall attend his love. a 
 Mo. Heaven bleffe him : Farwell Bertram, Exit) 
 Rof. The belt withes thrt can beforg’d in your thoughts | J 
 be fervantsto you : be comfortable to my mother, you; 4 
 Miftris, and make much of her. 7 
 Laf. Farewell prettie Lady, you muft hold the credit 
 of your father. a 
 Hell, © were that all, I thinke not on my fathers 
 And thefe great teares grace his remembrance more 
 Then thofe I thed for him. What was he like? 
 Ihave fergot him. My imagination 
 Carries no favour in’t but Bertrams. 
 Tam undone, there is noliving,none, 
 If Bertram be away. ’Twereall one, 
 That I fhould lovea bright particular ftarre, - . 
 And thinke to wed it, he isfo above me 
 In his bright radience and collaterall light, 
 
vans a 
 
 1 Mutt [be comforted, not in his {phere ; 
 -Thambition in my love thus plagues it felfe : 
 The hinde that would be mated by the Lion 
 “Mutt die for love. ’ I was pretty, though 4 plazue 
 To fee him every houre to fit and draw 
 
 His arched browes, his hawking eye, his curles 
 | In our heactstable ;, heart too capable 
 
 Of every line and tricke of his {weet fauour- 
 
 But now he’sgone, ad my idolatrous fancie 
 
 ‘} Mauft fanSifie his Reliques. Who comes here ? 
 
 Enter: Parrolles. 
 
 One that goes with him + I love him for his fakes 
 And yet I know hima notorious Liar, 
 Thinke him a great way foole,; folie acoward, 
 Yet thefe fixtevils fit fo fic in him, 
 That they take place, when Vertues fteely bones 
 Lookes bleake 1’ch cold wind; withall,full oft we fee 
 Cold wifedome waiting on fuperfuous follies 
 Far. Save you faire Queene. 
 Hei, And you Monarch. 
 ‘Par. No. 
 Hel. And no. 
 Par, Are you meditating on virginitie? 
 Hel. 1; youhave {ome ftaine of fouldier in yous Let 
 me aske youaqueftiom Manisenemic tovirginitie,how 
 } may. we barrocado itagainithim ? 
 Par. Keepe bim out. 
 Hel. Bot heaflailes, and ovr virginitie though valiant, 
 _| in the defence yetis weake: unfold usfome warlike re~ 
 | fiftance. 
 Par. There isnone: Man fetting downe before you, 
 Willundermine you, and blow youup. .. - : 
 Hei. Blefle our poore Virginity. from Vnderminers, 
 and blowers up. Is there no Military policy how. Vir- 
 gins might blow up men? es . : 
 Par. Virginity being blowne downe, Man will quick- 
 | lier beblowneup: marry in blowing him downe againe, 
 '} with the breach your felves made, youlofe your Citys Ie 
 _ | is not politicke , inthe common-wealth of Nature, to 
 _ | preferve virginitie. Lofie of Virginite, is rationall en- 
 creafe, and there wasnever virgin got, till virgimitie was 
 | firftlolt. Thatyou were made of, is metrall to make. Vir- 
 } gins. Virgwitig; by being once loft, may beeten tines 
 ‘ound : by being ever keptit isever loft: ’tis too colda 
 | companion: Away with’t. 
 Hel. 1 will fland for’t alittle, though therefore I die a 
 Virgin. 
 Par. There’slittle canbe faid in’t,’tis againft the rule of 
 
 | cufe your Mothers ; which 1s molt infailible difobedi- 
 ence. He that hangs himfelfe is a Virgin: Virginitie 
 murthers it felfe, and fhovld be buried in highwayes out 
 } of all {anctified limit, asadefperate Offendreffe againft 
 Nature. Virginitie breedes mites, much like a Cheefe, 
 confumes it{elfe tothe very payring, aud fo dyes. with 
 {feeding his owne ftomacke. Belides, Virginitie is 
 } peenifh, proud, ydic, made of felfe-love , which is the 
 moftinhabited finne inthe Cannon. Keepe it not, you 
 cannot choofe but loofe by’t. Out with’t: within ten 
 yeares it will make it{elfe two,which is.a goodly increafe, 
 and Ai principal] it{elfe notmuch the worfe. A way 
 with’r, 
 
 Miers, might one doe fir, to loofeit toher.owne 
 
 Nature. To {peake on the part of virginttie, 1s toac-: 
 
 eAll’s We ell; that Ends Well, 
 
 LR 
 ————— or ; 
 
 234 
 
 _ Par. Let mefee. Marry ili, tolikehim that. nete it 
 likes, ’Tisa commodttie wililofe the glofle with lyig : 
 The fonger kept, the Jefe wortin: Off with’t while ’tis 
 veudible. Anfwer the time of regueft, Virginitie like 
 anolde Courtier, weares her cap out of fafhion , richly 
 fated, but unfuteable, juftlikethe brooch and the taoth- 
 pick; which were not now’: yoiir Date is better in your 
 Pyeand your Porredge, then in yourcheekes aid: your 
 Virginitic, your old. virginitie, is like one of oar French 
 wither'd peares,itlookesiil, iteates drily , marry “ds.a 
 wither'd peare : it was formerly better, marry yet ‘tisa 
 wither’d peare, Willyouany thing withir? ~ 
 
 Hel. Not my virginitie yet : 
 There fhall your mafter have a thoufand loves, 
 A Mother;anda Miftriffe, and afriend, 
 A Phenix, Captaine, and an enemy, 
 A guide,a Goddefle, and a foveraigne, 
 A Counlelior,a Traitreffé, and a Deare : 
 His humbleft ambition, proud humilicy : 
 His Jarring, concord: and his difcord, dulcet : 
 His faith, his (weet difafter : with a world 
 Of pretty fond adoptions chriftendomes 
 That blinking Cupid goffips. Now thal he: 
 I know not whathe fhall,God fend him well; 
 The Courts a learning place; and he is one. 
 Par. What one yfaih 2 
 Hel, That I with well,’tis pitty, 
 Par. What's pitty > ; : 
 Hef. That wifhing well had not a body in’t, 
 W hich might be felr, thar we poorer borne, 
 
 Whofe bafer ftarres do fhut us up in withes , 
 Might with effects of them follow our friends, 
 And thew what wealone muftthinke,which never 
 Returnes us thankes. 
 
 : 
 an rt nn ns ee 
 
 Enter Page. 
 
 Page. Monfieur Parrolles, 
 My Lord calsfor you. 
 , Par. Little Hellen farewell, iff can remember thee; I 
 will thinke of thee at Court. 
 
 Hel, Monfier Parelles, you were borne under acharita- 
 ble ttarre, 
 
 Par. Vader Mars I. 
 
 Hel. Te{pecially thinke, under Afars. 
 
 Par. Why under Mars? 
 
 Hel. The warres hath{o kept you under,that you muft 
 needes be borne under Mars. 
 
 Par, When be was predominant. 
 
 Hel. When he was retrograde I thinke rather. 
 
 Par, Why. thinke youto? 
 
 Hel, You gofo much backward when 
 
 Par. That's for advanteges 
 
 Hel, So is running away, 
 
 When ftare propofesthe faf:ty: 
 
 But the compofition ‘that your valour and feare makes in 
 you, isavertue of agood wing, and I like the weare 
 well. 
 
 Parol, 1am fo full of bufinefies, Icannot anfwere 
 thee acutely: Iwill retarne perfect Conriier, in the 
 which my inftru@iion fhall ferve to naturalize thee , fo~ 
 thou wilt be capeable of the Courtiers counfell, andun- | 
 derftand what advice fhall thruftupoa thee, elfe thon 
 dyeft inthine unthankefulnes, and thine ignorance makes 
 thee away,farewell s: When thou hattleylive , fay thy 
 praiers : when thowhaft none , reniember thy Friends: 
 
 mee ‘ie Get 
 
 you fight. 
 
pm 
 
 Als Well that Ends W ell 
 
 Get thee a good husband, and ufe him ashe ufes thee: 
 
 So farewell. Exit. 
 
 Hel. Our remedies oft in our felves do lye, 
 
 Which we afcribe to ‘heaven : the fated skye 
 ’ Giues us free fcope, onely doth backward pull 
 Our flow defignes, when we our felves are dull. 
 | What power is it, which mounts my love fo hye, 
 | That makes me fee, and cannot feede mine eye? 
 ‘The mightieft fpace in fortune, Nature brings 
 To joyne like, 1ikes,aad kiffc like native things. 
 Impoilible be ftrange attempts to thofe 
 That weigh their paines in fence, and do fuppofe 
 What hath beene, cannot be. Who ever ftroue 
 To fhew her merit, that did miffe her love? 
 (The Kings difeafe) my project may deceive me, 
 But my intentsare fixt, and will not leaveme.. Exit. 
 
 _ Flonrifh (ornets. 
 Enter the King of France with Letters, and 
 divers Attendants. 
 
 King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th’eares, 
 Have tought with equall fortune, and continue 
 A braving warre. — 
 
 1. Le.G. Sotis reported fir. ; 
 
 Kin. Nay tis mott credible, we heere receive it, 
 A certainty vonch’d from our Cofin e4u/fria, 
 With caution,that the Florestine will move us 
 For {peedy aide: wherein our deereft friend 
 Prejudicates the bufinefle, and would feeme 
 To haveus make deniall. \ 
 
 1, Lo. G. His love and wifedome 
 Approv'd {fo to your Majefty,may pleade 
 For ampleit credence. 
 
 Kn. He hath arm’d our anfwer, 
 
 And Féorevce is deni’ de before he comes: 
 Yet for our Gentlemen that meane tofee 
 The Tafcan fervice, fiecly have they leave 
 To ftand on either part. 
 
 %- Lo. E. ft well may ferue 
 A nurflery to our Gentry, whoare ficke 
 For breathing,and exploit. 
 
 King. What's he comes heeres 
 
 Enter Betrans, Lafe w, and Paroles. 
 
 1,Le. G. It'tis the Count Rofillion my good Lord, 
 Yong Bertram. 
 
 Ksng. Y outh,thou bear’ft thy Fathers face, 
 Franke Naturerather curious then in hatt. 
 Hath weilcompos’d thee: Thy Fathers morall parts 
 Maift thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris. 
 
 Ber. my. than\esand duty are your Majefties. 
 
 Kin. 1 would I had that corporail foundneffe now, 
 As when thy father, and my telfe,in friendfhip 
 Firft ride our fouldierfhipzhe did looke farre 
 
 Into the fervice of the time,and was 
 
 Difcipled of the braveft.. He lafted long, 
 But on us both did -haggith Age fteale on, 
 And wore us out of act:it much repaires me: 
 To take of your good father ; in his youth 
 te had the wit,whichI can well ebferve 
 Te day in our yong Lords:but they may jeft 
 Till their owne {corne returne to them unnoted 
 Ere thev can hide their levitie in honour: 
 So like a’ Courtier, contempt aor bitterneffe 
 
 Were in his pride,or fharpneficsifthey werey> =) 
 His equall had awak’d them, and hishonour | 
 Clocke to it {elite ,knew the true minute when 
 Exc: ption bid him {peake,and at this time 3M) 
 His tongue obey’d his hand. Who were below him, — | 
 Heus’d as creatures of another place, t 
 And bow’d his eminent top to their low rankés, 
 Making them proud of his humility, 
 In their poore praife he humbied: Such a man 
 Might be a copie to thefe yonger times; My 
 Which followed well,would demonftratethemnow | 
 But goers backward. eh 
 Ber. His good remembrance fir 
 Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe: 
 So in approofe lives not his Epitaph, 
 As in your royall {peech. nl he 
 King. Would! were with him:he would alwaies fay, | _ 
 (Me thinkes I heare him now )his plaufive words | 
 He {catter’d not in eares,but grafted them COT 
 To grow thereand to bearesLet me not live; eer i 
 This his good melancholly oft began We ae 
 On the Cataftrophe and heele of paftime 
 When it was out;Let me not live(quoth hee) 
 After my flame lackes oyle,to be the {nuffe 
 Of yonger {pirits, whofe apprehenfive fenfes { 
 All but new things difdaine;whofe judgements are | 
 Meere fathers of their garments :whofeconftancies | 
 Expire before their fafhions:this he wifh’d. ~~... | 
 Iafter him,do after him with too: ie 
 (Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home,) 
 I quickly were diffolved from my hive 
 To give fome Labourers roome. 
 L.2-E. You's loved Sir, 
 They that leaft lendityou hall lacke you firft. 
 Ki.) filla place I know’ t,how long ift Count 
 Since the Phyfitian at your fathers died? 
 He was ‘nuch fam’‘d. 
 Ber. Some fix moneths fince my Lord. 
 Kin. If he were living, I would try himyet, 
 Lend mean arme:thereft have worneme out 
 With feverall applications: Nature and ficknefle ~ 
 Debate it at their leifure. Welcome Count, 
 
 | My foune’s ne deerer. 
 
 Ber, Thanke your Majefty. 
 Flourifh. 
 
 Enter Counteffe, Steward,and Clowne. a 
 Cou. Iwill now heare , what fay you of this gentle | 
 woman. ‘ aan | 
 St. Maddam the care I have had to even yaur cone | 
 tent , 1 wifh might be found in the Kalender of my paft 
 endevours,for then we wound our Modeftie , and make | 
 foule the clearneffe of our defervings,whenof our felves | 
 we publifhthem. oe 
 
 Cow. W hat doe’s this knave heere?Get you gone firra: | — 
 the complaints.I have heard.f you do notall beleevé; | 
 ‘tis my flowneffe that I do not : For I know you lacke } 
 not folly to commit them , and have ability enough to 
 make fuch knaveries yours. " 
 
 Cé, ’Tisnot unknowneto you Madam ,1 am a poore 
 fellow. = 
 Cow. Well fir. be ; 
 Clo. No maddam, a 
 
 is not fo well that I am poore , though —_ 
 
 - 
 
_ | come to you,o 
 
 _ 4 Fond done, done, fond was this King ‘Priams joy, 
 
 of i rich are damn’‘d, but if I have your Ladifhips good 
 will to goe tothe world, Isbell the woman and I will doeas 
 we may. | 
 (oan. Wilt thowneedesbe a begger ? 
 Cle, 1 doe beg your ae will inthis cafe. 
 Con. In what cafe? 
 Ch, Sn Isbels cafe and mine owne : fervice is no heri- 
 tage, and I chinke I hall never Have the bleffing of God, 
 till {have iffueamy bodie: forthey fay bearnes are blef- 
 
 fings. 
 
 t Con. Tell me thy reafon why thou wiltmarrie? 
 ] Clo. My poore bady Madam requires it, Lam driven on 
 by the flefly, and he muft needes goe that the divell 
 | drives. 
 
 Cox. Is this all your worfhipsreafon. ? 
 |. Clo, Faith Madam have other holie reafons, fuch as 
 | they are. ' 
 
 Cou. May the world know them ? 
 | Clo. Ihave beene Madama wicked creature, as yon and 
 } allfiefh and blood are, and indeede Idoe marrie that I 
 may repent. 
 
 Cou. Thy, marriage fooner then thy wickedneffe. 
 | 5 (42 Tam out afriends Madam, and Ihope tohave 
 oe Hosts for my wives fake. 
 
 (9%. Such frends are-thine enemies knaye. 
 wallow Madam ingereat friends, for the 
 $6 doe that for mté Which lama wearie of : 
 sity Land, {pares my teame, and gives mee 
 | leave to Inne the crop: if I bee his Cuckold, hee’s my 
 drudge; he that comtorts my wife, isthe cherither of m 
 flefh and blood ;. he that cherifhethmy fleth and-blood , 
 loves my fleth and blood ; he that loves my fleth and 
 blood is my friend > ergo, he that kiffes my wife is. my 
 friznd: if men could bee contented to be whatthey are, 
 there were. no feare in marriage, for yong Charbon the 
 Puritan, and olde Poy/am the Papitt, how fomiere their 
 hartesare feuer’d in Religion , their heades are both one, 
 they may joule hornes together hike any Deare i’th Herd. 
 
 | Coz. Wilt thon ever bea fonle mouth’d.and calum- 
 | nious knane? 
 Clo. A prophet I Madam, and I fpeake the truth the 
 next way, for ithe Ballad will repeate, which men full 
 } true fhall finde, yonr marriagecomes by deftiny, your 
 Cuckow fings by kinde. 
 (on. Get} you gone fir, Iietalke with you more anon. 
 Stew; May it veafe you Madam, that hee bid Hellen 
 a Iam to {peake, 
 Con, .Sirra tell my g gentlewoman I would fpeake with 
 } her, ellen { meane. 
 | (4. Was thisfaireface the caufe; quoth fhe, 
 | Why the Grecians facked Troy, 
 
 | With that the fighed as fhe ftood, ba 
 | And gaue this fentence then, among nine bad if one be 
 j good, among nine bad if one be good, there’s yet one 
 good inten. 
 Com. What, ‘one ‘good: intenne? you corrupt the fong 
 Wa. ca 
 Clo. One good woman in ten Madam, which is a pu- 
 rifying ath’fong : would God would ferue the world fo 
 the yeere, weed finde no fault withthe tithe woman 
 
 | ifLwere. the Parfon, one in tén quoth a? and wee might 
 } havea good woman borne but ore every blazing ftarre, 
 Or atanearthquake, ’twould mend the Lotterie well, a 
 _ | man may draw his heart out ere aplucke one. - 
 
 : Com. Youle be gone fir knave; and doe as I command 
 { you? 
 
 eA lls Well: that Ends Well. 
 
 233 
 
 Clo, That man houild be ataworkans command, and 
 yet no hurt done, though honeftie be no Puritan, “yet ic 
 will doe no hure, it will wearethe Surplis of humilitie | 
 over the blacke-Gowneé of a bigge heart : 1am. going for- 
 footh;the bufinéfle i is for Helen to come hither. 
 
 C 04. Welloow. 
 
 tirely. 
 Cou, Faith I doe : her Father bequeath’d her to me,and 
 fhe her felfe without other adv ira, may lawfulliemake 
 title to as much love as fhe findes, there ismore owing 
 her thenis paid’, and more fhatl be paid her then fheele 
 emand:, 
 Stem. Madam, Iwas verielate more neere her then I [ 
 thinke the witht me, alone the was, and did communicate 
 to her felfe her owne. words to her owne cares, fhee 
 thought, I dare vow for her,they toucht not any dtranger 
 ence , hee matter:was, fheloved your Soane; Fortune 
 fhe fayd wasno goddeffe, that had put fuch difference be- 
 twixt their two eflates: Loveno god , that would not 
 extend his might onely, where qualities were levell, 
 ueene of Virgins, that would: fuffer her poore 
 Knight furpris’d without refcue inthe firft aflault or ran- 
 fomeatterward: This fhe deliver'd inthe moft birter | 
 touch of forrow that ere I heard. Virgin exclaime in, 
 which held my dutie {peedily to acquaint you withali, 
 fithence in the lof that may happen, it concernes you 
 fomething to know it. 
 Cow. You have aifchare’d this honeltlie, keepe it 
 toyour felfe, mane likeluhoods inform’d mee of this 
 before , which hung {o tettringin theballance, that 
 Icould never Béleewe nor guifdoubt: pray you leave 
 mee, {tall this in your bofome, and Iihanke. you 
 for your honeft care: I will fpeake with you further 
 anon, 
 Exit Steward, 
 
 E nter Hellen. 
 
 Old, Gos. Evenfoit was withmewhen Iwas young: 
 Ifever we arennatures thefe are ours, this thorne 
 Dothto our Rofe of youthrightic belong 
 Our bloud tous, this to our blood is borne, 
 Itis the fhow, and feale cf natures truth, 
 Where loves trong paffion is impreft in yr ; 
 By Our remembrances of dates forgon, 
 Such were our faults ,or thea we thought them none, 
 Her eile is fickeon't, I obferve her now - 
 Hel. WV hat is your pleafuré Madam ? 
 OL.(ou. You know Hellen Lama mother to you. 
 Hel. Minehonorable Miltris. 
 Ol. Co“. Naya mother, why not a smother ? when I 
 fed a mother. 
 Me thought you faw a ferpent; whar'sin cael 
 That you ftart at it? [fay I-am your mother, 
 And put you inthe Catalogue of thofe 
 That were enwombed mine, ’tistoften feene 
 Adoption ftrives with nature, and choife breedes 
 A natiue flip tous from forraine {eedes : 
 You ne're oppreftme with a mothers groane, 
 ‘Yet I expreflé toyou a mothers care, 
 (Gods mercie maiden) dos itcurd thy blood 
 To fay I amthy mother ? what's the matter, 
 That this dftempered: — of wet, 
 
 | SRS E eNO Mic Sonos See emma Me BRANES = gosteotek (5 
 
 Stew. 1 know Madam you love-your Gentlewoman i in, e 
 
234, 
 
 The manie culour’d Iris rounds thine eye ? 
 oe—= Why, that you art my daughter ? 
 Hell. That Iam not. 
 Old.(on. 1 fay Lam your Mother, 
 Hel. Pardon Madam. ; 
 The Count Rofillion cannot be my brother : 
 Tam from humble, he from honoured name : 
 No note upon my Parents, hisall noble, 
 My Matter, my deere Lord he is, and I 
 His fervant live, and will his vaffall die : 
 He mutt not be my brother. 
 
 OL. Con. Nor L your Mother. 
 
 Hel, You are my mother Madam, would you were 
 Sothat my Lord your fonne were not my brother, 
 Indeed my mother, or were you both our mothers, 
 I careno more for, then I doe for heaven, 
 
 So I were not his fifter, cant no other, 
 
 But I your daughter, he mutt be my brother. : 
 Old.Con. Yes Helen,you might be my daughtet in law, 
 
 God thield you meane it not, daughter and mother 
 
 So ftrive upon your pulfe ; what pale agen? 
 
 My feare hath catcht your fondneffe | now I fee 
 
 The miftrie of your lovelineffe, and finde 
 
 Your falt teares head now to all fence ’ts grofle s_ 
 
 You love my fonne, invention is afham’d 
 
 Againftthe proclamation of thy paffion 
 
 To fay thou doft not : therefore tell me truc, _ 
 
 But tell me then’tis fo, for looke, thy cheekes 
 
 Confeffe it tonto th’other, and thine eyes 
 
 Sce itisfo groffely fhowne in thy behaviors, 
 
 ‘That in their kinde they {pealie it, onely finne 
 
 And hellith obftinacie tye thy tongue 
 
 That truth fhould be fufpected, fpeake, ift fo? 
 
 If it be fo, you haue wounda goodly clewe : 
 
 If it be not, forfweare't how ere I charge thee, 
 
 As heaven fhall worke in me for mineavaile 
 
 To tell me truely. 
 
 Hell. Good Madam pardon me. 
 
 Cos. Do you lioue my Sonne ? 
 
 Hell, Your pardon noble Miftris. 
 
 (on. Love youmy Sonne ? 
 
 Hell. Doe not youlove him Madam ? 
 
 Con. Goe not about ; my love hath in’ta bend 
 Whereof the world takes nore : Come, come, difclofe : 
 The ftate of your affection, for your paffions 
 Have to the full appeach’d. 
 
 Hell. Then! contefle 
 ‘Here on my knee, before high heavensand you, 
 That before you, and next unto high heaven, Ilove your 
 Sonne : 
 My frinds were poore but honetft, fo's my love : 
 Be not offended, for it hurtsnot him 
 That he islov’'d ofme ; 1 follow him not 
 By any token of prefumptuous fuite, 
 Nor would Ihave him, till I doe deferve him, 
 Yet never know how thatdefert fhould be: 
 I know I love in vaine, ftrive againft hope : 
 Yet in this captious, and intenible Sive. 
 I ftill poure in the watergsof my love 
 And lacke not to loofe ftill; thus Zndsax like 
 Religious in mine error, I adore 
 | TheSunne that lookes upon his worfhipper, : 
 But knowes of himno more. My deereft Madam, 
 Let not your hate incounter with my love 
 For loving where youdoe ; but if your felfe, 
 Whofe aged honor cites a vertuous youth, - 
 
 eA lls Well that Ends Well. 
 
 Did ever, infotrue a flame of living, 
 With chaftly, and love deerely that your Dias 
 Was both her felfeand lave, O then give pitty 
 To her whofe ftate is fuch,that cannot choofe 
 But lend and give where fheis {ure toloofe ; 
 That feekes not to finde that, fearch implies, 
 But riddle like, lives fweetely where fhe dies- 
 (on. Had you nor lately an intent, {peake truely, ‘ 
 To goeto Pars ? atest |. 
 Hell. Madame! had; i 5 
 Cou. Wherefore? tell true. Mam 
 Hell. I will tell true, by graceit felfe I {weare's - 
 You know my Father left me fome prefcriptions 
 Of rare and prov’d effeéts, fuch as his reading 
 And.manifeft experience, had collected 
 For generall foveraigntie :and that he will’d me 
 In heedefull’ft refervation to beftow thems 
 As notes, whofe faculties inclufive were, : 
 More then they were in note: Amongft the reft, 
 There is aremedie, approv’d, fet downe, 
 To cure the defperate languifhings whereof 
 The King is render’d loft. tai | 
 Cou, This was your motive for Pars, was it, fpeake 
 Hell. My Lord, your fonne, made me to thinke of this 
 Elfe Paras and the medicine, andthe King, - 
 Had from the converfation of my hough 
 Happily beene abfent then. 
 (on. But thinke you Helen, 
 If you fhould tender your fappofed aide, 
 He would receive it ? He and his phifitions 
 Are of a minde; he,that they cannot helpe him: 
 They, that they cannot fielpe, how thall they credit 
 A poore unlearned Virgin, when the Schooles 
 Embowel’d of their doétrine, have {ef off 
 The danger to it felfe. : 
 Hell. There’s fomething in’t 
 More then my Fathers skill, which wasthe great’ft” 
 Of his profeffion, that his good receipt, se, 
 Shall for my legacie be fanétified i. 
 Byth’ luckieft ftarsin heaven, and would yourhonor | _ 
 But give me leave to fucceffe, P’'de venture bis 
 The well loft life of mine,on his Graces cure, 
 by fich a day, and houre. 
 Cox. Doo’ ft thou beleeve’t ? 
 Hei. I Madam knowingly. ee 
 Con. Why Hellen thou fhalt havemy leave and love, 14 
 Meanes and attendants, and my loving greetings be 
 To thofe of mine in Court, Ile ay at home 
 And pray Gods bleffing into thy attempt; 
 Begon to morrow, and be fure of this; oh ae 
 What I'can helpe thee to, thou fhaltnot miffe, Ezeh} — 
 
 eA thus a 
 
 Enter the King with divers young Lords , taking leave for” . 
 the Florentine warre ; Count Roffe, and ee 
 
 e Parrolles. Florifh Cornets. 
 ee sng. Farewell yong Lords, thefe warlike principles | 
 enot throw from you, and you my Lords farewell? | 
 Stat oe reer betwixt pousit both gaine, all Boe 
 € gui retch ie { *tisreceiv'd, 
 And js enough for both ct onion ay 
 Lord.G. *Tis our hope fir, 
 
After wellentredfouldiers,to returne 
 And finde your grace in health. ec 
 
 King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart 
 Will not confefle he owes the mallady 
 That doth my life befiege = farwell yong Lords, 
 
 Whether I live or die, be you the fonnes 
 Of worthy French men : let higher Italy 
 (Thofe bated that inherit but the fall 
 ‘Of the laft Monarchy) fee that you come 
 Not to wooe honour, but to wed it, when . 
 _| The braveft queftion thrinkes : finde what you fecke, 
 That fame may cry you loud: I fay farewell. 
 L.G. Health at your bidding ferue your Maiefty. 
 
 King. Thofe girles of Italy, take heed of them, 
 They fay our French, lacke language to deny 
 Ifthey demand : beware of being Captines 
 Before you ferue. : 
 
 Bo. Our hartes receiue your warnings. 
 
 Keng. Farewell, come hether to me. (us. 
 
 t.L9.G. Oh my {weet Lord that you will {tay behind 
 
 Parr. “Tisnot his fault the fparke. 
 
 2.L0,€. Olrtis braue warres. 
 
 ‘Parr. Molt admirable, I have feene thofe warres, 
 
 Refi. 1amcommanded here,and kept acoyle with, 
 
 Too young, and the next yeere,and’tis too early. 
 
 Parr. And thy minde ftand too’t boy, 
 
 Steale away brauely. te 
 
 Rofl. 1 {hall {tay here the for-horfe toa {mocke, 
 
 Creeking my fhooes onthe plaine Mafonry, 
 
 Till honour be bought up,and no {word worne 
 
 But oneto dance with : by heauen, Ile fteale away. 
 }.Lo.G.There’s honour inthe theft. 
 Parr. Commit it Count. 
 2.L0,.€. T am your acceflary,and {o farewell. 
 
 Ref: grow to you, and our parting is a tortur’d body. 
 
 1-Lo,G. Farewell Captaine, 
 
 3-Lo.E. Sweet Montfier Parolles, : 
 
 Par, Noble Heroes; my {word and yours ase kinne, 
 
 good {parkes and luttrous, a word good mettals. You 
 fhall finde in the Regiment of the Spinij , one Captaine 
 Spurio his Cicatrice, with an Embleme of warre heere on 
 his finifter cheeke ; it was this very {word enirench’d it; 
 fay to him I live, and obferue his reports for me. 
 L0.G. We thall noble Captaine. 
 : Par. (Marsdoate on you for bis novices, what will ye 
 oe? 
 Roff. Stay : the King. - 
 
 Par. Vie a more fpacious ¢eremonie to the Noble 
 Lords, you have reftrain’d your felfe within the Liftof too 
 coldan adieu:be more expreffive to them ; for they weayé 
 themfelves in the cap of the time, there do mufter true 
 gate ; eat,{peake, and more under the influence of the 
 mott receiv'd ftarre, and though the divell leade the mea- 
 fure, fuch are tobe followed : after them, and takea more 
 dilated farewell. 
 
 Ref. And I will doe fo. 
 
 Far.Worthy felllowes,and like to proove moft finewie 
 
 {word-men. Exennt. 
 
 5 Emer Lafew. 
 
 _ L.Iaf. Pardon my Lord for meand for my tidings. & 
 King. Ile fee thee to ftand up. (pardon, 
 
 | _ £.Laf. Then heres aman ftands that hath brought his 
 T would you had kneel’d my Lord to aske me mercy, 
 
 And that at my bidding you could fo ftand tip. 
 
 Kéng. I would I had, fo I had brokethy pate 
 
 All's Well, that Ends Well 
 
 So ftaine our judgement, or corrupt our hope, 
 
 235 
 And askt thee mercy for’t. 
 Laf. Goodfaith a-croffe,but my good Lord ’tis thus, 
 Will you be cur’d of your infirmity? 
 Kiag. No. 
 Lf. O will you eate no grapes my royall foxe? 
 Yes but you will,my noble grapes,and if 
 My royallfoxe could reach them:I have feenea medicine 
 That’s able to breathe life intoa ftone, 
 Quicken a rocke and make you dance Canary 
 With {prightly fire and motion,whofe fimple.touch 
 Is powerfull to arayfe King Pippen , nay 
 Togive great Charlemasinea penin’s hand 
 And write to her a loveeline. 
 Kin, What her is this?) 
 Laf. Why dottor the:my Lord, there’s one arriv'd, 
 If you will fee her:now by my faith and honour, 
 If ferioufly [may convoy my thoughts 
 Inthis my light deliverance, have {poke 
 With one, that in her fexe,her yeeres, profeffion, 
 Wifedome and conftancy,hath amaz’d me more 
 Then I dare blame my weakeneffe:wil you fee her? 
 For that is her demand, and know her bufinefle? 
 Thar done, laugh well at me. 
 King. Now good Lafew. 
 Bring in the admiration, that we with thee 
 May {pend our wonder too, or take off thine 
 By wondring how thon took’ it it. 
 Lf. Nay, Ile fit you, . 
 And not be all day neither. 
 King. Thus he his {peciall nothing ever prologues. 
 Laf. Nay,come your wayes. 
 (2° Brter Hellen. 
 King. This hafte hath wings indeed. 
 Laf. Nay, come your wayes, 
 This is his Majeftie, fay your minde to him, 
 A traitor you doe looke like, but {iach traitors 
 His Majettic feldome feares 1 am Creffeds Vacle, 
 That dare leavetwo together, fare you well. Exit. 
 King. Now faire one, do’s your bufines follow us? 
 Hel. I my good Lord. 
 Gerard de NX arbon was my father, 
 In what he did profeffe, weld found. 
 King. Iknew him. . ! 
 Het. The rather will I {pare my praifestowards him, 
 Know ing him is enough : on’s bed of death, 
 Many receits he gave me, chieflie one, 
 Whichas the deareft iffue of his practice 
 And of his old experience,th’onelie darting, 
 He bad me ftore upsas'a triple eye, 
 Safer then mine owne two : more deare T have fo; 
 And hearing your high Majeftie is toucht 
 With that malignant caufe, wherein the honour 
 Of my deere fathers gift, ftands cheefe in power; 
 Icome totender it, and my appliance, 
 Withall bound humbleneffe. 
 King. We thanke you maiden, - 
 But may not be fo credulous of cure, 
 When our moft learned Doctors leave us, and 
 The congregated Colledge have concluded, 
 That labouring art canneverranfome nature 
 From her inaydible eftate : 1 fay we muft net 
 
 To proftitute our paft-cure malladie 
 
 Toempericks, or te diflever fo 
 
 Our great felfe and ourcredit,toefteeme —- 
 
 A fenceleffe helpe, when helpe paft fence we deeme. us | 
 Hel. My 4. 
 
eAll's Well that Ends Well, 
 
 Hell. My dutie then fhall pay me for my paines : 
 I will nomore énforce my oihiceon you, 
 Humbly intreating from your royall thonghts, 
 A modeft one to beare me backe againe. oe 
 
 King. 1 caiinot give thee lefle to be cal’dgratefull : 
 Thou thought{t to kelpe me, and {uch thankes! give, 
 As oneneer death to thole that with him live: 
 
 But whatat full 1 know,thou knowk no part, 
 I knowing all my perill, thou no Art. 
 
 Hell. What I can.doe,candoe no hurt totry, 
 
 Since you fet up your reft "gaint remedie : 
 
 He that of greateft workes is finifher. 
 
 Of: doesthem by the weakeftminifter : 
 
 So holy Writ, in babes hath judgement thowne, — 
 When Iudges have bin babes ; great flouds have flowne 
 From {imple fourees : and great Seas have dried 
 
 W hen Miracles have by the great’ ft beene denied. 
 
 Oft expectation failes, and moft oft there 
 
 Where mott it promifes : and oft it hits, 
 
 Where hope is coldeft, and defpaire moft fhifts) 
 
 King. 1 muftnot hearethee;fare thee wellkind maide, 
 Thy painies not usd, mutt by thy felfe be paid, 
 
 Proffers not tooke, reape thankes for their reward. 
 
 Hell, Infpired Merit fo by breath is bard, 
 
 It isnot fo with hirh that ali things knowes 
 As’tis with as, that {quare our guefle by fhowes : 
 Bat moft itis prefumption inus, when 
 
 The helpe of heaven we count the act of men. 
 Deare fir, to my endeavors give confent, 
 
 Of heaven, nor mey make an experimente 
 
 I am not an Impoftrue, that proclaime 
 
 My felfe againft the levill of mine aime, : 
 But know I thinke, andthinke -know moft fure; 
 My Art is not palt power, nor you paft cure, 
 
 King. Art thoudo confident ? Within what {pace 
 Hop 'itthou my cure ? . 
 
 Hel. The greateft grace lending grace, 
 
 Ere twice the horfes of the funne {hail bring 
 Theis firie torcher his diurmall ring. 
 
 Eretwice in murke and eccidentali dampe 
 
 Moift Hefperms hath quench’d her fleepy Lampe ¢ 
 Or foure and twentie timesthe Pylots glaffe 
 Hath told the theevifh minutes, how they paffe : 
 What is infirme, from your found parts fhall flie, 
 Health fhalllive free, and ficknefle freely dye. 
 
 King. Von thy certainety and confidence, 
 
 What dar’ft thou venture ¢ 
 Hel. Taxe of impudence, 
 A ftrumpets boldnefle, a divulged fhame 
 Traduc’d by odious ballads: my maidens name 
 ' Seard othérwife, no worfe of worft extended 
 With vi'deft torture, let my life be ended. 
 
 Kin. Me thinkes in thee fome bleffed {pirit doth fpeak 
 His powerfull found, wherein an’ organ weake = 
 And what impoffibility would flay 
 Ta common fenfe, fence favesanother way : 
 Thy life isdeere, for all that life can rate 
 Worth name of life, inthee hath eftimate : 
 Youth, beauty, wifedome, courage, all 
 That happineffe and prime, can happie call : 
 Thou thisto hazard, needs muft intimate 
 Skillinfinite, or monftrous de{perate: 
 
 Sweet practifer, thy Phyficke I will try, 
 That minifters thine owne death if I die, 
 
 Hel. If lbreake time,or flinch in propertie 
 Of what I'fpoke, unpitcied let me die, 
 
 4 
 
 | 
 | 
 
 And well defern’d : not helping, death’s my fee, 
 But if I helpe, what doe you promufe me. 
 
 Kin. Make thy demand. 
 
 Hel, But will you make it even ? 
 
 Kin. 1 by my Scepter;and my hopes ofhelpe. + ft 
 
 Hel. Then fhalt thou give me with thy kingly hand © } 
 What huband in thy power] will command : OS 
 Exempted be from me thearrogance 
 To choofe from forththe royall bloud of France, . * 
 My low and humble name to'propagate 
 With any branchor image of thy ftare : 
 But fuch a one thy vaffall, whomI know + 
 Is free for meto aske, thee to beftow. 7 
 
 Kin, . Here ismy hand, the premifes obferv’d, 
 Thy willby my performance fhall be ferv’d: 
 Somake the choice of thine owne time, for 
 Thy refolv’d Patient, on thee ftill relye : 
 More fhould I queftion thee; and more I muft, 
 Though more to know, could not be more to truft ¢ 
 Frem whence thou cam ft, how tended on, but reft 
 Vnqueftion’d welcome, and undoubted bleft, 
 Give me fome helpe here hoa, if thou proceed, oe 
 Ashigh as word, my deed fhall match thy deed. > 
 — Exeunt. | 
 
 Enter (ounteffe and Clowne. 
 
 ’ > pater 4 
 Lady. Come onfir , I fhall now put youtothé height | 
 of your breeding. a 
 Clown. Iwill fhew my felfe highly fed, and lowly | 
 taught, know my bufinefle is but to the Court. : 
 Lady. To the Court, why what place make you fpecie 
 all, when you put off that with fach contempt, butto 
 the Court ? coe 
 Clo. Truly Madam, ifGod have lent a man any man- 
 ners, heemay eafilieput itoffat Court: he that cannot 
 make a legge, put off’s cap, kiffe his hand,and fay nothing, 
 has neither legge, hands, lippe,nor cap ; and indeed fach 
 a fellow, to fay precifely, were not for the Court, but fer 
 me, I have an an{were willferve all men. aba 
 Lady. Marry that’s a bountifull anfwere thatfitsall | 
 queftions. ae 
 (72. ItislikeaBarbers chaire that fits all buttockés, | 
 the pin buttocke, the quatch-buttocke, the brawnbut-| 
 tocke, or any buttocke. E 
 Lady. Will yoar anfwereferve fit to all queftions? 
 C.As fit as ten groates is for the hand ofan Atturney, | 
 as your French Crowne for your taffety punke, asT#s| 
 ruth for Toms forefinger,asa pancake for Shrovetuefday,a| 
 Morris for May-day,as the naile to his hole, the Cuckold 
 tohishorne, as a{colding queane to a wrangling kmave,} 
 asthe Nunsliptothe Friers mouth, nayas the pudding | — 
 to his skin. er ee 
 Lady, Have-you, 1 fay,an anfwer of {uch fitneffe forall | 
 queftions? at 
 Clo. Frombelow your Duke, tobeneath your Confla- | 
 ble, it will fitany queftion.” a 
 Lady. It mutt bee an anfwere of moft monftrousfize,| 
 that muft firall demands. --e 
 Clo, But a trifle neither in good faith, if the leaned | 
 fhould {peake truth of it : heereit is, and all that belongs) 
 tot. Aske mee if lamaCourtier, itfhall doe you'no| — 
 harmeé to learne. ; ie 
 Lady. To beeyoung againe if wecould: Twill beea} 
 ioe in queftion , hopingtobee the wifer by youraf-) 
 Wer. eT es 
 
eAll's Well, that Ends Pell. te 239 - 
 
 La. I pray you fir, are you a Courtier? 
 Clo.O Lord fir theresa fimple putting off: more, more, 
 
 bemade, then onely the recou’ry of the king, asto bem 
 a hundred of them. 
 } 
 
 O1.Laf. Generaily thankefull. 
 
 La. Sir lam apooere friend of yours; that loves you. Enter King, Hellen, aed attendants. 
 
 (lo. O Lord fir, thicke, thicke, {pare not me. 
 
 : Par. I would have {aidit, you {aid well : heere comes 
 . La. Ithinke fir, youcaneate none of this homely | the King, 
 meat. siglo O“.Laf. Luftique, asthe Dutchman fayes: Ile likea 
 (%. O Lord fir snay putme too’r, I warrant you. — | maide the better while T have atooth in bye: yey 
 La. You werelately whipt fir as Ithinke. he’sable toleade hera Carranto. 
 ee eee apenas ine. Par. Mor da vinager,is northis Helen? 
 
 La. Doe you cry O Lord fir at your whipping, and | 4 La: Fore God I thinke fo, 
 {pare not me? Indeed your O Lord fir, is very fequent to { King. Goe call before mé all the Lordsin Court, 
 
 your whipping: yeu would anfwere very welltoa | Sit my preferuer by thy patients fide, 
 
 whipping if you werebut bound too’t.  ” Aad with this healthfull hand whofe banitht fence 
 Clo, Ine’re had worfelucke in mylife in my O Lord | Thoy hat repeal‘d, a fecond time receyue 
 
 fir : I {ee things may feruc long, but not ferve ever. The confirmation of my promis’d guitt, 
 la. I play the noble hufwife with the time, toenter- | Which but attends thy naming, 
 
 taine it fo merrily with a foole. 
 
 (%. O Lord fir, why there’tferves wellagen. #1 WO, Enter 3 or 4 Lords, 
 Za. And end fir to your bufinefle:give Hellen this, Fairs Maide fend forth thine eye,this youthful] parcell 
 
 a 
 
 And urge her toa prefent anfwer backe, Of Noble Batchellors, ftand at my beftowing, 
 Commend mero my kinfmen, and my fonne, Ore whom both Soueraigne power, and fathers voice 
 | This is not much. : I haveto vfe ; thy franke election make, 
 
 (%. Not muchcommendation to them. Thou haft power to choofe, and they none to forfakte. 
 
 La. Not much imployment for you,you underftand Hel. To eachof you, one faire and vertuous Miftris; 
 me. ; Fall whentove pleafe, marry to eacli but one. 
 
 Clo. Moft fruitfully, Tam there, before my legges. Old Fal. Vde give bay curtall,and his farniture, 
 
 Za, Haft you agen. Excenat. | My mouthnomore were broken then thefe boyes, 
 
 And writ as little beard. 
 
 King. .P erute theny well : Seah 
 Not one of thofe, but hada Noble father. 
 
 She addveffes ber to a Lord. 
 Hel. Gentlemen, heaven hath through mee , reftor'd 
 the king to health. 
 
 All, Weunderftand it, and thanke heaven for you. 
 
 Hel, T ama fimple Maide, and therein wealthieft 
 That I proteft, I fimplyam a maide : 
 
 Pleafe it your majeftie, I have done already : 
 The blufhes in my cheekes thus whifper me, 
 We bluth that thou fhouldit choofe, but be refinfed; 
 Let the whitedeath fit onthy cheeke for ever, 
 Wec'lneere come there againe. 
 King. Make choifeand fee, 
 Who {nans thy love, thuns all his love inme. 
 Hel. Now Diaz trom thy Altar do! fly, 
 And to imperiall Iove, that God moft high 
 Do my fighes ftreames Sir, will yon heare my fuite? 
 1.Zo. And graunt it. 
 
 Hel. Thankesfir,all the reft is mute. 
 
 Ol.Laf. 1 hadrather be in this choile,then throw 
 A deauf-ace for my life. . 
 
 Hel. The honour fir that flames in your faire eyes, 
 Before! {peake too threatingly replyes 3 
 Love make your fortunes twentie times above 
 Her that fo wifhes, and her humble love. 
 
 2.L0. No better if you pleafe. 
 
 Hel. My with receive, 
 
 Which great love grant, and fo I take my leave. 
 
 O/.L-f. Doall they denicher ? Andthey were fons of 
 mine, I’de have them whip’d, or I would fend them to’th 
 Turketomake Eunuchesof. ~~ ; 
 
 Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand fhould take, 
 
 Tle never do you wrong for your owne fake : 
 Biefling upon your vowes, and in your bed 
 Finde faircr-fortune, if you ere wed. 2 
 OldLaf. Thefe boyes are boyes of Ice , they’le none 
 . have} 
 
 Enter Count, Lafew,and Paroles, 
 
 Ol. Laf. They fay miracles are paft, and we have our 
 Philofophicall perfons, to make moderne and familiar 
 things fuypernaturall and canfeleffe, Hence isit, that wee 
 make trifles of terrours, enfconcing our {elves iato fee- 
 ming knowledge , when we fhould {ubmit our felves to 
 an unknowne feare. : 
 
 Par. Why ’tis the rareft argument of wonder,that hath 
 fhot out in our latter times. 
 
 Ref. And fo’tis. 
 
 O/. Laf. To be relinquitht of the Artifts. 
 
 Par. So I fay bothot Galenand Paracelfus. 
 
 Ol.Fal. Ofall the learned and authenticke fellowes. 
 
 . Par, Right fol fay. 
 
 Of.Laf. That gave him out incureable, 
 
 Par. Why there ‘is; fo fay Itoo. 
 
 OLLaf. Not tobe help’d. 
 
 _ Par. Right, as twere a man affur’d ofa 
 
 Ol. Laf. Vacertaine life, and {ure death. 
 
 Par, Tutt you fay well: fo would Ihave faid. 
 
 _ OL.Laf. I may truely fay, it isanoveltietothe world. 
 
 Par. Itis indeed if-you will have it in fhewing, you 
 fhall reade it in what do ye call there. 
 ae Laf. A fhewing of a heavenly effect in an earthly 
 Actor. 
 
 Par. That’sit, I would have faid, the very fame. 
 
 Ol.Laf. Why your Dolphin isnot luftier: for mee 
 I fpeake in refpect—— 
 
 Par, Nay tis ftrange, ‘tis very ftrange, that isthe 
 breefe and the tedious of it, and he’s of amoft facinerions 
 fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the-—— 
 
 OLLaf. Very hand of heaven.’ 
 
 Pars I,fol fay. 
 
 OLLef. Ina moft weake —— 
 
 Par. And debile minifter great power, great tran- 
 
 | cendence, which fhould indeed :giveus a further ufeto 
 
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 have her: fure they are baftards to the Englith, the 
 French ne’re got em. : 
 La. You are to young, too happie, and toe good 
 To make your felfe a fonne out of my blood: 
 
 4. Lora. Faire one, I thinke not fo- 
 
 Ol. Lord. There’s one grape yet, Tam fare my father 
 drunke wine. But if thou be’ftnoranafle, Lam a youth 
 of fourteene : I have knowne thee already- 
 
 Hel, I dare not fay I take you, but give 
 Me and my fervice, ever whilft I live 
 Into your guiding power: This isthe man. ' 
 
 ing. Why then young Bertram take her fhee’s thy 
 wife. : 
 
 Ber. My wife my Leige ?1 fhall befcech your highnefle 
 In fuch a bufines, give meleave to ufe 
 The helpe of mine owne eyes. ‘ 
 
 King, Know’ ft thou not Bertram what fhec has done 
 for me ? 
 
 Ber, Yes my good'Lord, butnever hope to know why 
 I fhould marrie her. 
 
 King. Thou know ’ft fhee ha’s xais’d mee from my fick- 
 ly bed. ' 
 
 Ber, But followes it.my Lord, to bring me downe 
 Muft. anfwer for your raifing ?_1 know her wells 
 Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge : 
 
 A poore Phyfitians daughter my wife? Difdaine 
 | Rather corrupt.me ever. { 
 
 King. Tis onely title thon difvainft in hersthe which 
 
 I can build up : ftrange isit that our bloods _. ., 
 Of colour, waight,and heat; pour’dall together, 
 Would quite confound diftinction : yet ftands off, 
 In differences of mightic. If fhe be 
 
 All chat is vertuous ({ave what thou diflik’ fh)... °.\ 
 A poore phyfitians daughter, thou diflik’it 
 OF vertue for the name : but doe aot fo: 
 From lowelt place, whence vertuous things proceed, 
 The place is dignified by th’doers deede. 
 Where great addition {well’s, and vertue none, 
 Itis a dropfied honour, Good alone, 
 - Is good without a name? Vilenefle is fo: 
 
 The propertie by what it is, fhould go, 
 Not by the title. Sheis young, wile, faire, 
 In thele, to Nature fhe’s immediate heire: 
 And thefe breed honour : that is honours {corne, 
 Which challenges it felfe as honours borne, 
 And is not like the fire: Honours beft thrive, 
 When rather from our acts we them derive 
 Then our fore-goers: the meere word’sa flave 
 
 | Deboth'd onevery tombe, on every grave : 
 A lying Trophee, and as oft is dumbe, 
 
 ‘Where duft, and damn’d oblivion isthe Tombe. 
 Of honour’d bones indeed, what fhould be faid ? 
 If thou canftlike thiscreature,asa maide, 
 
 I can create the reft : Vertue, and fhee 
 Is her owne dower : Honour and wealth; from me. 
 
 Ber. I cannot love her, nor will frive to doo’t. 
 
 King. Thou wrong'tt thy felfe, if thou fhould’ft ftrive 
 to choofe. 
 
 Hel. That you are well reftor’d my Lord, I’me glad : 
 Let the reft go. 
 
 King. My Honor'sat the flake, which to defeate 
 I muft produce my power. Heere, take her hand, — 
 Prond {cornefull boy, unworthie this good gift, 
 
 That doft in vile mifprifion fhackle up t; 
 
 My love, and her defert : that canft not dreame, 
 We poizing us in her defective {cale, 
 
 eA I's Well that Ends VW ell. ? 
 
 Shall weigh thee to the beame « That wilt not know, ~ 
 Itis in Vsto plant thine Honour, where 
 Wepleafe ro have it grow. Checkethy contempt: 
 Obey Our will, which travailes inthy good: | 
 Beleeve not thy difdaine, but prefently 
 
 Dothine owne fortunes that obedient right > 
 Which both thy dutie owes,and our power claimes. 
 Or I will through thee from my care for ever | 
 
 Into the ftaggers and carelefle lapfe 
 Of youth and ignorance:both my revenge and hate .. 
 Loofing upon thee, inthe name ofjuftice, 
 
 Without all termes.of pitty. Speake, thine anfwer, 
 
 Ber. Pardon my gracious Lord : for Lfubmit 
 My fancie to your eyes, when confider 
 What great creation, and what doleof honour 
 Flies where you bid. it: 1 finde that fhewhichlate |. 
 Was in my nobler theughts, moft bafe : is now 
 The praifed of the King, whofo ennobled, 
 
 Isas’cwere bornefo. 
 King. Take her bythe hand- 
 Aud tell her fhe is thine : to whom I promife 
 A counterpoize : If nor in thy-eftate, 
 A ballance more repleat. 
 Fer. I take her hand, 
 Kin, Good fortune, and the favour of the King 
 Smile vpon the contract: whofe Ceremonie 
 Shali feeme expedient en the now borne briefe, 
 And be perform’dto night : the folemne Beat. 5) 
 Shall more attend upon the coming {pace, 
 Expecting abfent friends, As.thou lov’fther, 
 Thy love’ sto me Religious : elfe, do’s erre 
 Paroles and Lafew Stay behind, cowmtna 
 ting of thts wedding. 
 Laf. Doe you heare Monfieur ? A word with you. 
 Par, Y our pleafure fir. ‘ on 
 Laf. Your Lord.and Mafter did wellto. make his res 
 cantation. ld 
 Par, Recantation? My Lord ? my mafter ? 
 Lef, I :Is it nora Language Lipeake 2 oie ee 
 
 Par. Amoft harfh one. andnot tobe underftoed | 
 without blondie fucceeding. My Mailer ? Aha 
 
 Lef. Are you companion to the count Rofilien? 4 
 
 Par. Toany Count, to all Counts:towhatisman. | 
 
 Laf. To whatiscounts man: Counts maifierisofan- 
 other file. . 
 
 Par. You are too,old fir: 
 too old. : 
 
 Laf. I mutt tell thee firrab, I write Man: towhichti. | 
 tle age cannot bring thee, ae 
 
 Par, Whati dare too well do, I dare not do, reer 
 
 _Laf. Udidthinke thee for two ordinaries: tobeea pre | 
 tie wife fellow.thou didfi make tollerable vent of chy-tra- | 
 vel,it might pafle: yet the {carffesand the bannerets a | 
 bout thee, did manifoldly diflwade me from beleevi 
 thee a veffell of too greataburthen, I have now: ; 
 thee, when I lofe thee againe, Icarenot: yer artthou| — 
 good for nething buttaking up, and that th’ ourt fearce | 
 worth, 
 
 Par. Hadftrhou notthe 
 thee, 
 
 Laf. Doe not plunge thy felfe too farre in anger, leaft | 
 thou baften thy trall: whichit, Lord have mercieon| 
 thee fora hen, fo my good window of Lattice fare thee | 
 well, thy cafement I needenot open, for i looke through 
 the. Give me thy hand. a 
 
 Par. My Lord, you give me moft egregious indignity. ye 
 
 ~ 
 
 Letit fatisGe you, youare 
 
 priviledge of Antiquitie upon { 7 
 
AllsWellthat Ends Well. 
 
 hi to a ti eo nem me 
 
 DAMIR ieiidnieiintgdfiva |. Hewes tetontinckcc I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it. 
 
 Par. Ihave not my Lord deferv’dit. 
 
 Laf. Yes good faith; evry dramme of it , and J will 
 not bate thee a feruple..” 
 
 Par. Well, I fhall be wifer. . 
 
 Laf. Ev’n as {gone as thou can’{t, for thou haft to pull 
 ata fmacke a’th contrarie. Ifever thou bee’ft bound in 
 thy skarfe and beaten, thou fhalt finde what it isto be 
 proud of thy bondage, Thavea defireto hold my acquain- 
 tance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may fay 
 inthe default, he isa man | know. 
 
 ‘Par. My Lord youdome moft infupportble vexati- 
 on. 
 
 Laf. Lwould it were hell paines forthy fake, aad my 
 poore doing eternall : for doing am paft, asi willby 
 thee, in what motion age will giue meleave. Exit. 
 
 Par. Well, thou haft a fonne (hall take this difgrace off 
 me ; fcuruy, ‘old, filthy, fcuruay Lord: Well, I mutt 
 be patient, there is no fettering of authoritie. “Ile beate 
 him (by mylife) ifican meete him with any conveni- 
 ence, andhe were double and doubleaLord. Ile have 
 no more pittie of hisagethen I would have of ——=Ile 
 beatehim, and if I could but meet himagen. 
 
 Enter Lafew. 
 
 Laf. Sirra, your Lord and Mafter’s married, there’s 
 newes for you: you havea new Miftris, 
 
 Par. I mot unfainedly befeech your Lordfhippe to 
 .| make fome refervation of your wrongs. He ismy good 
 Lord, whom I ferne above is my Matter. 
 
 Laf. Who? God. 
 
 Par. I fir. 
 
 Laf. Thedivell itis; that’s thy mafter. Why doceft 
 thou garter upthy armesa this fathion? Doft make hofe 
 of thy fleeves? Do other fervants fo? Thou wert beft fet 
 thy lower part where thy nofe'ftands, By mine Honour, 
 if I were buttwo houres yonger, P'de beate thee : mee- 
 think’ft thou art a generall offence, and every man fhould 
 beate thee : I thinke thou watt created for men to breathe 
 themfelves uponthee, 
 
 Par. Thisis hard and undeferved meafure my Lord. 
 
 Laf. Go to fir, you were beaten in Italy for picking a 
 Kernel! out ofa Pomgranat, you are avagabond, .and no 
 true traveller : you are more fawcie with Lordsand hon- 
 ourable perfonages, then the Coramiffion of yout. birth 
 and vertue gives you Heraldry. You arenot worth ano- 
 ther word,elfe I’de call youknavesI leave you. .Ewxit. 
 
 Enter Count Roffilion. 
 
 Par. Goad, very good, itis fothen : good, very good, 
 let it be conceat’d awhile. 
 Ref. Vndone, and forfeited to cares for ever. 
 Par. What's the matter fweet-heart.?. 
 Rofsill.. Alchough before the folemne Prieft I have 
 fworne, I will not bed her. 
 Par. What ? what {weet heart? 
 Ref: O ny Parrelles, they have married me : 
 Ile tothe T#/can warres, and never bed her. 
 Par. Franceisa dog-hole, and it no more merits, 
 treadofa mans foot :too’th warres. 
 Ref. There’s letters from my mother: What th’i import 
 is, [know not yet. 
 Par. I that would be knowne : _too’th warres my boy, 
 too’ Watres : : 
 
 239 
 
 He weares his honour ina boxe unfeene, 
 That hagges his hickfie wickfie here at home, 
 Spending his manlie marrow in her arines 
 Which thould {uftaine the bound and high curver 
 Of Afar/es fierie fteed :to other Regions, 
 Fravee isa ftable, we that dwell in’t lades, 
 Therefore too ‘th warre, 
 Ref. Ic thail befo, Ue fend hertomy houfe, 
 Acquaint my mother with my hate toher, 
 And. wherefore I am fled ; + Write to the King: 
 That which I darft not {peake. His prefent gift 
 Shall furnith me to thofe Italian fields 
 Where noble fellowes ftrike ; Warre isno ftrife 
 To the darke honfe, and the detected wife. 
 Par. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art fure? 
 Rof. Go with me to my chamber, and advize me. 
 Tle fend ‘her ftraight away : To mor row; 
 Ile tothe warres, the to her fingle forrow. 
 Par. Why thefe bais bound cher’ snoife init. Tis hard 
 A young man married, isa man that’ smard: 
 Theretore away, and leave her bi ravely: go, 
 The King ha’s done you wrong: but hath * tis £0, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Helena and C. eae 
 
 Hel. My mother grects me kindly, is the well? 
 
 Clo. Sheis not well, but yet fhe hasher health {he’s 
 very merrie,but yet the isnot well : but thankes be given 
 the’s very well , and wants not hingi'th world; but yet 
 fhe isnot well. 
 
 Het. If the be very well, what do’s the ayle, that the’s 
 not very, well? 
 
 Cho, Truly the’s very well indeed, but tor two things . 
 
 Hels. What two things ? 
 
 (%, Onethat the is notin heaven » whither God fend 
 her quickly : the other, that the’s in carth, from whence 
 God fend her quickly. 
 
 Fnter Paroles. 
 
 Par. Bleffe you my fortunate Ladie.: 
 
 Hel. Thope fir Lhave your good will tohave mine 
 owne good fortune, 
 
 Par. You had my prayersto. leade' them on; and to 
 Keepe them on, have them ftill. Omy. knaue, how. do’s 
 my old Ladie? 
 
 (to. So that you had her wrinkles and Ther money, 
 
 I wouid the did as you fay. ‘ 
 
 Par, Why I fay nothing. 
 
 (7%. Marry youare the wifer man: for many a mans 
 tongue fhakes out his matters undoing : to fay nothing, 
 todo nothing, to know nothiag, and to have noching , is 
 to be agreat | pattof your title, which i is within a very 
 little of nothing, 
 
 Par. Away, th’arta knaue. 
 
 CZ, You thould have fayd fir before skoave, th’art 
 knave, that's before me th’art aknaues this: had Sand 
 truth fir. 
 
 jee Go to, thou arta wittie foole, I ate found 
 thee. 
 
 Clo. Did you finde mein your feife fir, or were you 
 
 taught to finde me? 
 
 4. Thefearch fir was profitable,and much Foole may 
 you find in you, even to the worlds pleafiare wis the en- 
 creafe of laughter, 
 
 Par, Agood knave ifaith, and well fed. 
 
 _ Madam, my Lord will go away to oe Ee ee eRe 
 
| ea 
 oA li’s Well that ends well. 
 
 : - ail’e sh me, there can Keno kernell inthis light Nut: ‘the foule 
 = heii a ct a fF one : of this man is his cloathes: Truft him not in matter of & 
 hich “a : ott . time claimes, he do’sacknowledge, heavie confequence: I have kept of them tame, andknow | 
 
 But puts it offtoa compell’d reftraint: theirnatures. Farewell Monficur, I have fpoken better | 
 
 4. Bi 
 
 \ 
 
 | gerous, 
 
 Whefe want, and whofe delay, is ftrew'd with {weets 
 Whichthey diftill now inthe curbed time, 
 To make the comming houre oreflow with joys 
 And pleafure drowne the brim. 
 Hel. What's his will elfe ? Eee 
 Par. That you willtake your inftant leave ath king, 
 And make this haft as your owne good proceeding, 
 Strengthned with what Apoiogic you thinke 
 May make it probable neede. 
 Hel. What more commands hee ? 
 Par. That having this obtain’d,you prefently 
 Attend his further pleafure. I: 
 Hel. In every thing I waite upon his will. 
 Par. I fhallreportit fo. 
 Hell. I pray youcome firrah. 
 
 Exit Par. 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Lafew and Bertram. 
 Laf, But Lhope your Lordfhippe: thinkes not hima 
 fouldier. : 
 Ber. Yes my Lord,and of verie valiant approofe. 
 Lif. You have it from his owne deliverance. 
 
 Bers And by other warranted teftimonie. 
 
 Laf. Then my Diall goesnot true,  tooke this Larke 
 for a bunting: fi. \ od : 
 
 Ber. \:do aflure you my Lord ,heis very great in know-. 
 ledge, and accordingly valiant. : 
 
 Laf. % have then find’d: syainft his experience, and 
 | tranfereft againtt his valour, and my ftate that way is dan- 
 fince I cannét find inmy hart to repent : Heese 
 he comes, I pray you make usfriends, Iwill purfue the 
 amitic. 
 
 Enter Paroltess 
 
 Par. Thefe things.thalll be done fir. 
 
 Laf. Pray youfir who's his Tailor ¢ 
 
 ParSick 9 | : 
 
 Laf. O lknow him well, 1 Gir, he fir’s agood worke- 
 man, a yery good Tailor. 
 » Ber. Isfhe gone tothe king? 
 
 Par. Shee is. 
 
 Ber. Will fhe away to night ? 
 
 Par. Asyou'le have her. 
 
 Ber. Lhave writ my letters, casketted my treafure; 
 Given order for our horfe, and to night, 
 
 ‘ When I fhould take poffeffion of the Bride, 
 AndereIdobegin. : 
 
 Laf.\A good travailer is fome thing at the latter end of 
 adinner, but on that lies three thirds, and ufes a knowne 
 truth to paffea thoufand nothings with , fhould beonce 
 heard jand thrice beaten. God faveyour Captaine. - 
 _- Ber. Is there-any unkindnefle betweene my Lordand 
 you Monfieur? — ot 
 
 Pars 1 know not how have deferved torun into my 
 Lords difpleafure. ; 
 
 Laf. You have i 
 fpurresand all : like him that leapes into the Cuftard, and 
 out of it you’lerunne againe, rather then fuffer queftion 
 for your refidence.. ; git be 
 
 Ber. It may be you have miftaken him my Lord.» - 
 
 Leaf, And fhall doe foever, though I tooke’ him at’s 
 prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeve ‘this of 
 
 made fhift to.run into’t, beotes and 
 
 of you, then you have or will deferve at my hand, but we a 
 
 muft do good againit evill. 
 Par. Anidle Lord; I fweare. 
 
 Ber. 1 thinke fo. so 
 
 Par. Why do younot know him? 
 Ber. Yes, 1do know him well, and common fpeech 
 Gives hima werthy paffe. Here comes my clog.” 
 
 Euter Helena. ‘ 
 Hel. | have fir as I was commanded from you 
 Spoke with the King, and baveiprocur’d his leave’ - 
 For prefent parting onely he defires 
 Some private fpeech with you. 
 
 Ber. 1 fhall obay his will. i 
 You moft muftnot mervaile Helenat my courfe, 
 Which holds not colour with the time, nordoes 
 The miniftration, and required office 
 On my particular. Prepar’d I was not 
 For fuch a bufineffe, therefore am I found 
 So much unfetled: This drives me to intreate you, 
 That prefently you take your way for heme, 
 
 And rather mufe then aske why I intreate you, 
 For my refpects are better then they ieeme, 
 And my appointments have inthem a neede 
 Greater then fhewe s it felfeat the firft view, 
 Toyouthat know them not. Thisto my mother, 
 Twill be twodaies ere { fhall fee you, fo 
 I leave you to your wifedome. 
 
 Hel. Sir, 1 can nothing fay, 
 But that Iam your moit obedient fervant. 
 
 ‘Ber. Come, come, no more of that. 
 
 Hel. And ever fhall 
 
 7 
 
 With true obfervance feeke to ecke ont that Rye a ie 
 Wherein toward me my homely ftarres have taild =~ [ 
 
 Toequali my great fortune. 
 Ber. Letthat goe: my hafteis very great. 
 Hie home. 
 Hel, Prayfiryour Pardon. 
 Ber. Well, what would you fay ? 
 
 » Bel. Tamnot worthy of the wealth I owe, 
 Nor dare I fay ’tis mine : and yetit is, aie 
 But likea timorous theefe, moft faine would fteale 
 What law does vouch mine owne- 
 
 Ber. What would you have ? oe 
 
 _ Hel. Something, anid fcarfe fo much : nothing indeed, 
 
 T would not tell yoa what I would my Lord: Faith yess | 
 Strangers and foes doe funder, and not kiffe. 4 
 Ber. 1 pray you {tay not, but inhafttohorfe, «~~ 
 Hel. ¥ thali not breake your bidding, good my Lord + 
 Where are my other men? Monfieur: farewell. 
 
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 Fae: | 
 
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 Exit.| 
 Ber. Go thou toward home, where I will never come, | 
 
 Whil’ft I can fhake my {word, or hearethe drumme : | i 
 
 A way, and for our flight. 
 Par. Bravely, Coragio. 
 
 Adus Tertius. 
 
 oe E 
 
 Flourifh. Enter the Duke of Florence, thetwo Frenchmen, i 
 
 witha troope of Souldiers. 
 
 DukeSo that from point to point, now have you bead 4 
 
 Ah 
 
The fundamental reafons of this'warre, 
 | Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth 
 And more thirfts after. 
 1. Lord. Holy feemes the quarrell 
 Vpon your Graces part : blacke and farewell 
 Onthe oppofer. | fe ee 
 Duk. Therefore we mervaile much our Cofin France 
 Would in fo juft a bufineffe, fhut his bofome 
 Againft our borrowing prayers. 
 French E. Good my Lord, 
 The reafons of our ftate I cannot yeelde, 
 But like a common and an outward man, 
 | That the great figure of a Counfaile frames, 
 By felfe unable motion , therefore dare not 
 Say what I thinke of it,fince I have found 
 My felfe in my incertaine grounds to faile 
 | As often as I gueft. 
 Dx. Be it his pleafure. 
 Fre. G. But Lam fure the yonger of our nature, 
 That furfet on their eafe,will day by day 
 Come heere forPhyficke. 
 . Dw. Welcome fhall they bee: 
 And all the honors that can flye from us, 
 { Shallon them fettle:you know your places well, 
 _ | When better fall, for your availes they fell. 
 To morrow to the field. 
 
 Enver Counte(fe and C lowne. g 
 | Count, Ichath happen’dall,as | would have had it,fave 
 | that he comesnotalong withher. — 
 
 Al's Well that ends Well. | 
 
 & 
 
 : (to. By my troth I take my young Lord tobe a very” 
 
 | melancholly man. 
 Con. By what obfervance I pray you? 
 Cla. W hy he will looke upon his boote,and fing:mend 
 | the Ruffe and fing, aske queftions and fing , picke his 
 teeth, and fing: know a man that-had this tricke of me- 
 _ | lancholy ho!da goodly Mannor fora fong. 
 | Lad. Let me tee what he writes,and when he meanes 
 | tocome. ; 
 
 | old Ling and our Jsbelsa’th Country , are nothing like 
 your old Ling & your /sbeésa’th Court:the brains of. my 
 | Cupid’s knock’d out, ‘and I beginne to love > 48 an old 
 -manloves money, with no ftomacke. 
 } Lad. What have we heere? 
 (%. In that have you there. 
 } A. Letter. 
 I havefent you adaughterin- Law, fuee hath recovered the 
 _ | King,and undone me’: | have wedded hetnot bedded her , and 
 foworne to make the not eternal. You fall beare I Amvtnne a- 
 | 47, keow st before the report come. If here be bredth enough 
 | a the world, I will hold along diftance. My duty to you, 
 fo Your unfortunate fonne, 
 
 ee 
 
 Exit. 
 
 | Beth . » Bertram. 
 { This is not well(rath aridvnbridledboy,) 
 _ | To flyethe favours of fo gooda King, 
 | Toplucke’his indignation on thy head, 
 | By the mifprifing of a Maide too vertuous 
 | Forthecoatempt of Empire. 
 
 ap Enter Clowme.. | ai3 Vg 
 | _ 4.0 Madam, yonder is heavy newes within between 
 } twofouldiers,an | 
 
 my yong Lady. 
 La. What is the matter. : 
 _ Clo. Nay there is fome comfort in the newes, fome 
 F Be you foane wil not be kild fo foone as I thought 
 wi e : 
 
 Clo.1 have no mind to Isbell ince I was at Court.Our 
 
 24A¥ 
 La. Why fhould he be kilt’d? 
 C%. So fay 1 Madame, if he runse away, asTheare he 
 oes , the danger is in ftanding too’r; that’s the loffe of 
 men, though it be the getting of children. Heere they 
 
 come will tell you more. For my part I onely heare your 
 fonne was run away. 
 
 Enter Hellen and two Gentlemen.. 
 
 French E. Save you good Madam. 
 Hel. Madam,my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 
 Fren. 6.Do not fay {o. ; 
 4a. Thinke upon patience, pray you Gentlemen, 
 
 Thave felt fo many quirkes of joy and greefe, 
 
 That the firft face of neither on the ftart ; 
 
 Can woman me vntoo't. Where 1s m y fonne I pray you? 
 Fren. G. Madam he’s gone to'ferve the Duke of Flo- 
 
 rence, 
 
 Wermct him thitherward, for thence we came: 
 
 And after fome difpatch in hand at Court, 
 
 Thither we bend againe. 
 Hel. Looke on his Letter Madam, here’s my Pafport. 
 
 When thon canft get the Ring upon my finger, which never fhall 
 come off,and {hew me a childe begotten of thy body, that [am 
 father to, then call we bushand:bset in ach a (then) I write a 
 Never. 
 This isa dreadful fentence. 
 La. Brought you this Letter Gentlemen? 
 1.G. I Madam,and for the Contents fake are forry for 
 our paines. 
 Old. La. I prethee Lady have a better cere, 
 Ifthou engroffeit, all the greefes are thine, 
 Thou rob{t me ofa moity:He was my fonne, 
 But Ido wath his name ‘out of my blood, 
 And thou art allmy childe. Towards Florence is he? 
 Fren. G. I Madam. : 
 La. And to bea fouldier! 
 Fren. G. Such is his noble purpofe,andbeleev’t 
 The Duke will lay upon him all the honor 
 That good convenience claimes. 
 La. Returne you thither? ' 
 Fren. E.1 Madam, with the {wiftelt wing of {peed. 
 Het. Till Ihave no wife, I have nothing in France, 
 *Tis better. Bey 
 Za. Finde you that there? 
 Hel. 1 Madame. + 
 Frea.€. Tis but theboldnes 67his hand happily, which 
 his heart was got confenting too. - 
 Lad, Nothing.in France, untill he have no wife: 
 There’s nothing hecrethat is too good for him 
 But onely fhe, and fhe deferves a Lord 
 That twenty fuch rude boyes miglit tead upon, 
 And call her hourely Miftris. Who was with him? - 
 Frew. E. A fervant onely , anda Gentleman : which I 
 havefometime knowne: ° 
 La. Paralles was it not? =e , 
 Fren. €. 1 my good Lady, hee. wa 
 La. A very tainted fellow,and full of wickedneffe, 
 My fonne corrupts 4 well derived nature 
 With his inducement. net 
 » Fren. E. Indeed good Lady the fellow has a deale of 
 that,too much, which holds him muchto have. _ - : 
 La. Y’are welcome Gentlemen, I will intreate you 
 when you fee my fonne , to tell him thar his {word can 
 never winne the honor that he luofes:more Ile intreate |: 
 
* 
 ' ao 
 
 ~ AUiswell that Ends well | 
 
 you written to beardalong.' Write ywrite,that from tho bloody courfe of wa 
 Fren. G- We ferve you Madam inthat and all your My deereft Maifter your deare fonne may hie, 
 worthieft affaires: ' Ble{‘e bins at home in peace. Whilft I from farre, 
 
 La. Not fo,but as we change our conrtefies, gor His name with xealous fervour fanclifie: 
 
 Will you draw neere? Exit. His taken labours bid bim me forgine: 
 
 Hel. Til I bave no wife 1 have nothing in Frances I bis de{pig bt{nll Iuno fent him forth, - 
 Nothing in France untill he has no wife: : From Courtly friends with Camping foes to live, 
 Thou fhalt have none Roffillion,none in France, Where death and danger dogs the heeles of worth, © 
 Then haft thouall againe:pooreLord,istI He is too good and faire for death,and me, — 
 That chafe thee from thy Countrie, and expofe Whom I my felfe ensbrace,to fet lim free. 
 Thofe tender limbes of thine, to the event 
 Of the none-fparing warre? Andis it I, Ah what fharpe ftings aré.in her mildeft words? — 
 That deive thee from the {portive Court, where thou Rynardo, you did néver lacke advice fomuch, —— 
 Was't fhot at with faire eyes,to be the marke Asletting her paffe fozhad I {poke with her, 
 
 Of fmoakie Muskets?O you leaden meflengers, I could have well diverted her intents, 
 That ride upon the violent {peede of fire, Which thus fhe hath prevented. 
 Fly with falfeayme,move the ftill-piercing aire Ste. Pardon me Madam, 
 That tings with piercing, donot touch my Lord: If [had given you this at over-night, 
 Whoever fhoots at him, 1 fet him there. She might have beene ore-tane:and yet fhe writes 
 Who ever charges on his forward breft, Purfuite would be but vaine. 
 Iam the Caitiffe that do hold him too't, La. W hat Angeil thall 
 And though [kill him not, Tani thecaufe . Bleffe this unworthy husband,he cannot thrive, 
 His death was fo effected: Better’ twere Vnieffe her prayers,whom heaven delights to heare 
 I met the ravine Lyon when he roar'd é And loves to grant, repreeve him fron, the wrath — 
 With fharpe conftraint of hunger:better’twere, Of greateft Iuftice. Write, and write Rynaldo, 
 That all the miferies which nature owes - Tothis unworthy husband of his wife, 
 Were mine at once. Nocome thou home Roffiléon, Let every word waigh heavy of her worth, 
 Whence honor but of danger winnes a fcarre, That he does waigh toolight:my greateft greefe, | 
 As oft it loofes all. I willbe gone: Though little he doe feele it, fer downe fharpely. | 
 My being heere it is, that holds theg hence, Difpatch the moft convenient meffenger, oe | 
 Shail I ftay heere to doo’t?No, no, although When haply he fhail heare that fhe is gone, ~ 
 Theayre of Paradife did fan the houfe, He will returne, and hope I may that thee 
 And Angels oific’d ail:I will be gone, . Hearing fo much, will {peed her foote againe, 
 That pittifull ramourmay report my flight Led hither by pure love:which of them both 
 To confolats thine eare. Come night, end day, Is deereft to me, have no skill in fence 
 
 } For with the darke(poore theefe)Ile fteale away.  xit, |. To make diftinction:providethis Meffenger: 
 
 My heart is heavy, and mine ageis weake, + 
 Flourifh. Enter the Duke of Flarence, Roffillion, Greefe would have tcares,and forrow bids me fpeake 
 dram and trumpets,foldiers, Parrolles. - Exe 
 
 & 
 ” 
 ‘ 
 
 + 
 
 Duke. The Generall of our horfe thou art,and we Ti 
 Great in our hope, lay our beftlove and eredence re eae 
 
 Vpon thy premifing fortune. Enter old Widow of Florence; ber daughter, Violeta +4 
 
 Ber. Sir it is : and Marisa, with other 
 A charge too heavy for my ftrength, but Cited: 
 
 Wee’l {trive to beare it for your worthy fake, 
 To th'extreme edge of hazard. ' Widdow. Nay come, 
 Du. Then go thou forth, For.ifthey do approach the Citty 
 And fiat play “pe thy profperous helme. .. We fhall loofeall the fight 43 - 
 As thy aufpicious miltris, ‘3 , Dia. They fay,the Fre he 
 Ber. this very day - Moft fadodr able fervice. pee A sk, 
 Great Mars put my felfe into thy file, - Wid. It is reported 
 Make me but like’my thoughts, and I fhall prove That he has taken their great’ft Commander. 
 Alover of thy drumme, hater.oflove.  &xewmt omnes | And that with his owne hand he flew : 
 
 ; The Dukes brother : we hane loft our labour 
 Enter Counteff[e & Steward, They are gonea contrary hay harke, ; 
 
 Ia. Alas!and would youtake theletter of her: | ie cil athe ao ahs rege 
 | Might you not know fhe would do,as the has done, fet (ene fleas aa scent be 
 By fending mea Letter, Reade it agen, Well Dsana,take heed of this Fr “Be Earle 
 The honor of a Maide is her name } 
 And no Legacie is fo rich ,. 
 As honefty, 
 
 Letter. 
 Tam 8. Taques Sic ap eat st 
 Ambitions love bath fo in me offended, - 
 
 mia ; at Wide Vhave told iny neigh’ a 
 That bare-foot plod I the cold grosnd upow okt. yc: tS 
 With [asnted vow my faults to fies amended. uptiaed oO nay oars aGentioman Nee Ag 
 
Asample as my felfe. 
 
 — AU Well that ends Well. 
 
 243 
 
 ‘(Maria kiiow that knave , hang him, one Parrolles Corrupt the tender hondur ofa Maide: 
 
 afilthy Officer he is inthofe fuggeftions for the young 
 Earle, beware of them Diava ; their promifes , entife- 
 ments, oathes , tokens’, and ali thefe engines of lutt , are 
 riot the things they go under : many a maide hath beene 
 feduced by them, andthe mifery is example , that fo 
 terrible fhewes in the wracke of maiden-hood , cannot 
 for all that diffwade fucceffion, but that they are limed 
 with the twigges that threatens them, I hope I neede 
 not to advife yon further, but-I hope your owne grace 
 will keepe you where you are, though there were no 
 further Sides knowne |; but the modeftie which is fo 
 
 | loft. 
 
 Dia. You fhall not neede to feare me. 
 
 ; Enter Hellen. 
 
 Wid. Uhope fo :looke here comes a pilgrim , I know 
 fhe will lye at my houfe , thither they fend one another, 
 Tle queftion her. God fave you pilgrim; whither are you 
 bound?’ . : 
 
 Hel. To S. Taques la grand. 
 Where do the Palmers lodge, I do befeech you? 
 
 Wid. At the S. Francis heere befidethe Port. 
 
 Hed. Is this the way? A inarch afarre. 
 
 Wid. Y marry ift, Harke you, they come this way: 
 
 If you wiil tarry holy Pilgrime: 
 
 But till the the troopés come by, 
 
 I will conduct you where you fhail be lodg’d, 
 The rather for I thinke] know your hofteffe 
 
 Hel. Ts it your felfe? 
 
 wid. {fyou fhall pleafe fo Pilgrime. 
 
 Hel. I thanke you, and will ftay upen your leifuure. 
 
 Wid. You came I thinke from France? 
 
 Hel. did fo. : 
 ~ Wid. Heere you fhall fee a Countriman of yours 
 That has done worthy fervice, 
 
 Hel. His name I pray your. ; 
 
 Dia. The Count Roffiltion:know you fucha one? _ 
 
 Hel. But-by the care that hearés moft nobly of him: 
 
 | His face I know'not. 
 
 Dia. Whatfomere his is 
 
 He's bravely takea heere. He ftole from France 
 | As’tis reported:for the King had married him 
 
 Againft his liking. Thinke you it is for 
 Hel. Il furely, meere the truth, I know his Lady. 
 Diz. There isa Gentleman that ferves the Count, 
 Reports but courfely of her« 
 Hel. What’ shis name? 
 Dia. MonfieurParvolles. 
 Hel. Oh I beleeve with him, 
 Tn argument of praife , or tothe worth | 
 Of the great Count himfelfe, fhe istoo meane 
 
 To have her faine repeated,all her deferving 
 Isa referved honefty, and that 
 ‘Thave not heard examin’d, 
 
 | Dia, Alas poore Lad 
 
 t > 
 *Tisa hard bondage to Rexttid the wife 
 Ofa detefting Lord. ; 
 Wid. 1 right good creature, wherefoere fheis, | 
 ‘Her hart waighes fadly : this yong maid might do her 
 A threwd turne if fhe pleas’d. 
 Hel. How do you meane?’ * ee: 
 May be,the amorous Counit folicites her 
 In the unlawful] purpofe. — 
 __ Wid. He dees indeede, alts 
 ad brokes with all that’can in ficha fuite 
 
 rig rumme,which you heare him fo confidéntlyundertake'to 
 ; ae _ : ai ne f: f : a ; 
 “| °@. €. 1 with a trodp of Florentines will fodainly far" 
 
 But the is arm’d for him, and kcepes her guard 
 In honefteft defence. 
 
 _, .. Dramme and Colours. ise 
 Enter Count Roffiltion,F arrolles and the whole Army. 
 
 (Ma, The goddes forbid elfe. 
 Wid.So, now they come: 
 Thatis e4ntoniothe Dukes eldeft fonne, 
 That &fea'us. 
 Het, Whichis the Frenchman? 
 . Dia Hee, 
 ‘That with the plume, ‘tis a moft gallant fellow, 
 I would he lov'd his wifesif he were honcfter 
 He were much goodlier. Is’tnot a handfoime Gentleman? 
 He?.1 like him weil. 
 Dia. Tis pitty he is not honeft:yonds that fame knave 
 That leades him to thefe places:were i his Lady, 
 I would poifonthat vile Rafcall: 
 Hel. Which is he? 
 Dia. That lacke an-apes with {carfes. W hy is Hie me- 
 lancholly? 
 Hed. Perchance he s*hurt i'th battaile. 
 Par. Loofe our drum? Well. 
 Mar. He's fhrewdly vext at fomething. Looke he has 
 {pyedus. 
 Wid. Marry hang you- 
 Mar. And your curtefie,for aring-carriers Exit. 
 VVid. The troope is paft:Come pilgrim, wil bring 
 You, Where you fhail hoft:Of injoyn’d penitents 
 There’s foure or five, to great S./aques bound, 
 Already at my houfe. 
 Hel: | humbly thanke you: 
 Pleafe isthis'Matron,and this gentle Maide 
 To eate withus to night,the charge and thanking 
 Shall be for me,and ‘to requite you further, 
 I will beftow {ome precepts on this virgin, 
 
 Worthy the nore. 
 Both. Wee'ltake your offer kindly. 
 
 Exctnt, 
 
 Enter Connt Roffillion and the Frenchmen, 
 ee as at firft. mek : 
 Cap. E. Nay good my Lord put him toct’t:let him 
 have his way. 
 Cap. G. If your Lordthip finde him not a Hilding, 
 hold meno more in yourrefpet, ~ 
 Cap. E. Onmy life my Lord a bubble. 
 Ber, Do you thinke I am fo farre 
 Deceived inhim? .. ; 3 
 Cap. E. Beleeve it my Lord , inminé owie dire@ 
 knowledge , without any malice , but to {peake of him 
 as my kinfnan , hee’s a moft notable Coward , an infi- 
 nite and endlefle Lyar ,an hourely promife-breaker , the 
 owner of no one good quality, worthy your Lordfhips 
 entertainement. Sa es 
 Cap. G. It were fit you knew him, feaft repofing too 
 farre in his vertué which he hathnot, he might ai {ome 
 great andtruftie bufinefle , in a maine daunger , fayle 
 Ou. : , : , . ‘ ; 
 Ber. 1 would Iknew in what particnlar ation to try 
 se DIMOk Vl ; 
 Cap. G .None better - then to let him fetch off his 
 
 (Ra prize. 
 
prizehim ; fuch J will have whom I am fure he knowes 
 not from the enemie : wee will binde and hoodwinke 
 him fo , that he fhall fappofe no other but that he is car 
 ried into the Leager of the adverfaries , when we bring 
 him to our owne tents : bee but your Lordthip prefent 
 at his examination , 1f he donot tor the promife of his 
 life, and in the highef compulfion of bafe feare, offer to 
 betray you , and deliver all the intelligence in his power 
 againft you,and that with the divine forfeite of his foule 
 
 upon oath , never truft my judgementinanything- 
 Cap.G.O for the love of laughter , let him fetch his 
 drumme , he fayes he has.a firatagem for’t : when your 
 Lordfhip fees the bottome of this fucceffe in’t , and to 
 what mettle this counterfeyt lump of ours will be mels 
 ted, if you give him not Ioha drummes entertainement, 
 
 your inclining cannot be removed. Heere he comes. 
 
 Enter Paroles. 
 
 (ap. E- O for the love of laughter hinder notthe ho- 
 nor “g his defigne, let him fetch of his drumme in any 
 hand. 
 
 Ber. How now Monfienr ? This drumme fticks fore- 
 ly in yout difpofition. 
 
 Cap. G: A pox on't, let itgo, ’tis but a drumme. 
 
 Par, But adrumme! Ift but adrumme ? A drum fo 
 loft. There was excellent command , tochargein with 
 our horfe upon our owne wings , andtorend our owne 
 fouldiers. 
 
 («p..G, That was not to be blam’d inthe command 
 of the fervice : ic was adifafter. of warre that (far him 
 {elfe could not have prevented, if he had beene there to 
 command. : 
 
 Ber. Well, wee cannot greatly condemne our fucceffe: 
 fome difhonor wee had in the loffe of that drum, but it is 
 not to be recovered. 
 
 Par. It might have beene recovered. 
 
 Ber. It might, but itis not now. 
 
 Par. It is to be recovered, bur that the merit of fer- 
 vice is fildome attributed tothe true andexact perfor- 
 mer , I‘would have that drumme or another , or bic ja- 
 cet. 
 
 Ber. Why ifyou have a ftomacke:too’t Monfieur : if 
 youthinke your myfterie in ftratagem, can bring this 
 inftrument of honour againe into his native quarter , bee 
 magnanimous inthe enterprize and goon, I willgrace 
 the attempt fora worthy exploit : if you {peede well in 
 it, the Duke thall both {peake of it, and extend to you 
 what further becomes his greatnefle, even to the vtmeft 
 fyllable of your worthinefle. 
 
 Par. By the hand of a fouldier I will undertake it. 
 
 Ber. but you muft not now flumberinit. 
 
 Par. Tle aboutit this evening, and I will prefently pen 
 downe my dilemma’s, encourage my felfe in my certain- 
 ty,put my felfe into my mortall preparation:and by mid- 
 night looke to heare further from me. 
 
 Ber. May I bee bold to acquaint his grace you are gone 
 about it. 
 
 but the attempt I vow. 
 Ber. | know th’art valiant, 
 And tothe poffibility of thy fouldierfhip, 
 Willfubfcribe for thee: Farewell. 
 Par. llove not many words. 
 €ap. E. No more then a fith loves water. Is not this; 
 
 All's Well that ends Well. 
 
 undertake this. bufineffe , which he knowes isnottobee 
 
 ‘Par. 1 know. not what the fucceffe will be my Lord,.| 
 
 Exit. 
 
 a ftrange fellow my Lord , that fo confidently feemesto | From fonneto fonne,fome foure or five defcents, 
 
 done , damnes himfelfe to do, & dares better be damnd, 
 then to doo’t. 
 
 Cap. Ge Youdo not know. him my Lordias weedoe, 
 certaine it isthat he will fteale himfelfe into amans.fa- 
 vour, and for a weeke efcape a great deale of difcove. 
 ries, but when you finde him out , you have him ever af 
 ter. 
 
 Ber. Why do you thinke hee will make nodeede at 
 allof this. thar fo ferioufly hee dooes addreffe himfelfe | 
 unto? 
 
 (ap. E. None inthe world, but returne with an in- 
 vention , and clap upon youtwoor three probable lies: 
 but wee havealmoftimbolthim, you fhall fee hisfall to 
 nig ; for indeede. hee is not for your Lordthippes re- 
 
 ect, : 
 — G. Weele make you fome {port with the Foxe 
 ere weecafehim., He was firft {moak’d by the ald Lord 
 Lafew; when his difguife and he is parted , tell me what 
 a {prat yon fhall finde him , which you fhall feethis very | _ « 
 night. 
 
 Cap. F:+ I mutt goloake my twigges 
 
 He fhall be caught. 
 
 Ber. Your brother he,fhall-goalong with me. | 
 (ap. G. As’t pleafe your Lordfhip, Ie leaveyou.. ; 
 Ber. Now will] leade you to the houfe,and fhew you | 
 
 The Laffe I fpoke'of: 
 
 Cap. €. But you fay fh’shoneft. . 
 
 Ber. That’s all the fault : I poke with hir but once, 
 And found her wondrous cold, but fent to her 
 By this fame Coxcombe that we have i'th winde 
 Tokens and Letters, which fhe did refend, 
 And this is all I have done:She’s a fairecreature, 
 Will yougo fee her? 
 
 Cap. E, With all my heart my Lord. 
 
 ee 
 
 a 
 
 Exeunt. 
 Enter Heken, and Widdow. 
 
 Hel. If you mifdoubt me that I am notfhee,’ 
 I know not how I fhall affure you further, 
 But I fhall loofe the grounds I-workeupon.. _ 
 wid.Though my eltate be talne,I was well borne, 
 Nothing acquainted with thefe bufinefles; 
 And would not put my reputation now 
 In any ftaining act. 
 Hel. Mor, would I with you. 
 Firft give metruft ,the Count he his my husband, 
 And what to your {worne counfaileI have {poken, 
 Is{o from word to werd:and then youcannot 
 By the good ayde that I of you fhall borrow, 
 Erre in beftowingit. 
 Wid. I fhould beleeve you, 
 For you havefhew’d me that which wellapproves 
 Y’are great in fortune. 
 Hel.Take this purfe of Gold, 
 And let me buy your friendly helpe thus farrey . 
 | Which I will over-pay,and pay-againe 
 When [have found inThe Count he wooes-your 
 daughter, 
 Layesdowne his wanton fiedge before her beauty, 
 Refolvesto carry her:let herin fine confent,. 
 As wee'l direct her how ’tis beft.to beare its 
 ‘Now his important blood will naught deny; 
 ‘That fhee’ldemand:a ring the County weates, 
 ‘That downward hath fucceeded in his houfe : 
 
 Since 
 
Since the firft father wore it. This Ring he holds 
 In moft rich choicezyet in his idie fire, 
 To bay his will,it would not feemetoo deere, 
 ‘How ere repented after. 
 Wid. Now | {ce the bottome of your purpofe. 
 
 ] Hel. You feeit lawfull then, it isno more, 
 
 But that your daughter ere fhe feemes as wonne, 
 Defires this Ring ; appoints him an encounter, 
 In fine, delivers me to fillthe time, 
 Her felfe moft chaftly abfentiafter this 
 Tomarry her, Ieaddethree thoufand Crownes 
 
 To whatis paft already. 
 | wWid.Thave yeeldcd: 
 | Inftruct my daughter how fhe thall perfever, 
 | That time and place with this deceit fo lawfull 
 May provecoherent. Every night he comes 
 { With Mafickes of all forts,and fongs compos'd 
 | Toher vnworthinefle:It nothing fteeds us 
 Tochide him from our ceves, for he perfifts 
 | Asif his life lay on’t. 
 _ Hel. Why then tonight 
 ‘Let us affay our plot, which if it{peed, 
 As wicked meaning in alawfull deede; 
 And lawfull meaning ina lawfullact, 
 Where both not finne,and yet a finfull fact. 
 | But let's about it. 
 
 Aélus Quartus. 
 
 Enter one of the Frenchemen, with five or (ix other 
 foaldiersin ambufh. 
 
 | 1. Lord E.He can come no other way -butby this hedge 
 eorner + when you fally uponhim, tpeake what terrible 
 
 guage you will: thouch you underftand it nor your 
 felves , no matter : for we maft not feeme to underttand 
 him, unleffe fome onsamong us, whom wemult produce 
 ‘} for an Interpreter. | 
 q>. 2.Se/. Good Captaive,let me be th’Interpreter. 
 } Lor. €. Art not acquaiated with him ? knowes he not 
 ‘| thy voice? 
 
 1. Sol. No fir I warrant you. F 
 Lo, €- But whatdin{fie wolfy haft thou to {peake tous 
 againe? 
 ]° 2. Sol/E’n {uch as you fpeake to me. 
 )°: Lo. E: He muft thinke us fome band of ftrangers,i’th 
 | adverfaries entertainement. Now he hath a{macke ofall 
 “Yneighbouring Languages : therefore we muit every one 
 {be aman of his owne fancy,not to know what we fpeake 
 )/'Onetoanother:fo we feeme to know, is to know ftraight 
 to rpole : Choughs language, gabble enough, and 
 denongh. As for you interpreter, you muit feeme 
 very politicke.But conch hoa,hecre he comes,to beguile 
 ‘two houres ina flcepe , and thento returne & {weare the 
 [lies he forges. 
 
 a 
 
 at 
 ns’ 
 
 Eni Parrolles. 
 
 “Par. Ten aclocke : Within thefe three houres "twill 
 enough togochome. What {hall I fay I’have 
 
 |p de time enor 
 { donerit muftbee a very plaufive invention that carries 
 '|it. They. beginne to {moake mee , and difgraces haveot 
 
 Tate, knock’d too often at my doore:I finde my tongue 
 
 || is too foole-hardy 
 
 MS aerate et 
 
 : Als Well thatends Well, 
 
 y but my heart hath the feare of Mars 
 
 Pate 
 
 beforeit, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of 
 
 my tongue. 
 Lo, E. This is the firft truth thatere thine own tongue 
 Was guilty of. : 
 
 Par. What the divell fhould move mee to undertake 
 the recovery ofthis drumme , being not ignorant of the 
 impoffibility , and knowing I had ao fach purpofe 71 
 mutt give my felfe fome hurts, and fay I gotthem in ex- 
 ploit : yet flight ones will not carry it. They will fay, 
 came you off with fo little ? And great ones I dare not 
 Sive, wherefore what’s the inftance. Tongue, mutt put 
 you Into a Butter-womans mouth , and buy my felfeano- 
 oa of Bajaxerhs Mule, if you prattle me€ into thefe pe- 
 rils. 
 
 Lo. E. sit poffible he fhould know what he is,and be 
 that he is, 
 
 Par. I would the cutting of my garments would ferve 
 the turne,or the breaking of my Spanith fword. 
 
 Lo. €. We cannot affoord you fo. 
 
 Par, Or the baring of my beard, and to fay it was in 
 
 ratagem. 
 
 Lo. E.’Twould not do. 
 
 Par. Or to drowne my cloathes,and fay I was ftript. 
 
 Lo. E. Hardly ferve. 
 Par. Though I {wore I leapt from the window of the 
 Citadel, ; 
 
 Lo. E. How deepe? 
 
 Par. Thirty fadome. 
 
 Lo. E. Three greatioathes would {carfe make that'be 
 beleeved. : 
 
 Pa. would I had any drumme of the enemies,I would 
 {weare I recover’d it. 
 
 Lo. E. You fhail heare one anon. 
 
 Par, A drumme now of the enemies. 
 
 _  eAllarum within. 
 
 Lo. E. Throca movoufus, cargo cargo, carge. 
 
 ell. Cargo,cargo, villianda par o CAN ZO» 
 
 Par. Oxrantome,ranfome, 
 
 Do not hide mine eyes. 
 
 Inter. Baskos thromuldo beskos. 
 
 Par. I know you are the Muskes Regiment, 
 And I thall loofe my life for want of langage. 
 
 If cherebeheere German or Dane, Low Dutch, 
 Tralian,or French, let him fpeake to me, 
 Ile difcover that, which hall undo the Florentine. 
 
 Jnt. Boskos vanvado, I underftand thee, and can {peake 
 thy tongue : Kerelybonto fir , betake thee to thy faith, for 
 f{eventeene ponyards are at thy bofome. . 
 
 Par. Oh, 
 
 Int. Oh pray,pray,pray, 
 
 Mancha tects Pulobe. 7 
 
 Lo. E. Ofceorbidutohos volivorce. 
 
 Int. The'Generall is content to {pare thee yer, 
 And hoedwinktas thou art, will leadethee on 
 To gather from thee. Haply thou mayft informe 
 Something to fave thy lite. \ 
 
 Par. Olet me live, 
 And all the fecrts of our campe Ile thew, 
 Their force, their purpofes:Nay, Ilefpeakethat, ° 
 Which you-will Siew at. Bois 
 
 Jnt. But wilt thou faithfully? - 
 
 Par. If do not, darane me, 
 
 Int. Acordo linta. oF 
 Come on;thou are granted'fpace, 
 et foort ‘Goidaas withitte 
 
 X * 
 
 Ve os 
 
ee ner or ihe a te 
 24.6 eAllsWell that endsWell, — : 
 
 a i 
 L.E. Gotell the Count Rofilion and my brother, Bequeathed downe from many Anceftors, 
 We have caught the woodcocke, and will keepe him Which were the greateft obloquie 1 th world, a 
 Till we do heare from them. (mufled In meetoloofe. Thus your owne proper wifedome ae 
 Sol. Captaine I will. Brings in the Champion honor on my part, 
 
 Againft your vaine aflault. 
 Ber. Heere, take my Ring, 
 My honfe, mine honors yea my life be thine, 
 
 LZ. E. A will betray us all utito our felves, 
 Inferme on that. 
 Soe. Sol will fir. 
 
 L, Es Till then Ile keepe him darke and {afely lockt. | And liebebid by thee. ce 
 Exit. | Dia. When midnight comes, knocke at sy chamber 
 Enter Bertram,and the Maid called window: 
 | Diana. Ile order take, my mother fhall not heare. 
 Ber They told me that your name was Fontybel. Now will Icharge you in the band of teuth, 
 Dia; No my geod Lord, Diana. When you bave conquer’¢ my yet maiden-bed, | q 
 Ber. Titled Goddeffe, Remaine there but an houre, nor{peake to mes , 
 
 My reafons are moft ftrong, and you fhali know them, 
 When backe againe this Ring fhall be deliver’d: 
 And on your finger inthe night, ile put ‘ 
 Another Ring, that what in time proceeds, : d 
 May token to the future, our paft deeds. oe 
 Adicu till then,then faile not : you have yttonle 
 ‘A wife of me, though there my hope be done. 
 
 Re. A heaven oncarth I have won by wooing thee.Ex. | 
 
 D;. For which,live long to thaake both heaven & me, | — 
 You may fo in the end. tt | 
 My mother told me juft how he would woo; 
 As if fhefatein’s heart. Shcfaycsaallmen oe 
 Have the like oathes:He had {worne to marry me ae 
 when his wife’s dead ; therefore Se lye with him | 
 When fam buried. Since Frenchmen are fo braide, 
 Marry that will,! liveand die a Maid: 
 Onelyin this difguife, } think’t no finne, ie 
 Tocofen him that would unjuftly winne- Exit. | 
 
 And worth it with addition : but faire foule, 
 Inyour fine frame hath love no quality? 
 If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde, 
 Youare no Maiden but a monument: 
 When you are dead you fhould be fuch a one 
 As youare now:for yeu are cold and fterne; 
 And now you fhould be as your mother was 
 When your fweet felfe was gots 
 Dia, She then was honett. 
 Ber.So fhould you be. 
 Dia. No: 
 My mother did but duty, fach(my Lord) 
 As you owe to your wile. 
 Ber. No more a’that: 
 I prethee do not ftrive againft my vowes? 
 I was compeli’d to her, but I love thee - 
 By loves owne {weet conftraint,and will for ever 
 Do thee all rights of feruice. 
 _Dia. I fo you ferve us 
 Till weferve you:But when you have ear Rofes, 
 You barely leave our thornes to pricke ous felves, 
 And mocke us with our barenefle. 
 Ber. How have I {worne. 
 Dia. 'Tis not the many oathes that make the truth, 
 But the plaine fingle vow,that is vow'd true: 
 What isnot holy,that we {weare not by, 
 But take the high’ft to witnefle: then pray you tell me, | for fhaking eff fo good a 
 TfL fhould {weare by loves great attribute, _ Cap. E. Efpecially, hee 
 Llev'd you deerely, would you beleeve my oathes, difpleafure of the King , who had even tun’d his bounty 
 When I did love you ili? This ha’ sno holding to fing happinefle to him. I will tell yona thing 
 To fweare by him whom I proteft to love thailiet it dwell darkly with you. ; 
 That I will workeagainft him. Therefore your oathes Cap. G. When you have fpoken it’tis dead, and Iam 
 Ave words and poore conditions, but unfeal’d the grave of it. ete 
 Atleat in my opinion. Cap. E. Hee hath peruerted a young Gentlewoman 7 
 
 Enter the two French Captaines, ahd forme two or three | 
 
 Sonldiours. 
 
 Cap. G. You bave not given him his mothersletters | 
 
 Cap. E.1 have deliv’red it an houre fince,there is fom | ~ 
 
 thing in’t that {tings his nature: for on the reading it, | 
 he chang’d aimoft inte another man. 3 
 
 Cap. G. He has muc 
 
 Ber. Change it, change it: heere in Florence, of a mott chafte renown, and this night } 
 Be not fo holy cruel : Love is holy, he fiefhes his will in the fpoyle of her honours hee hath 
 And my integrity ne’re knew the crafts given her his monumentall Ring , and thinkes himfelfe | 
 That you do charge men with:Stand no more oft made in the unchafte compofition. noag od4 
 But give thy felfe unto my ficke defires, Cap. G. Now Goddelay our rebellion as we areour 
 Who then recovers. Say thou art mine,andever felves,what things. are we- “atiee Me 
 
 My love as it beginnes, fall fo perfever- CapeE. Meerely our owne traitours. Andasin the 
 Dia, feethatmen make rope’s in fuch a fcarre, common courfe of all treafons , we fill fee them reveale 
 
 “i 
 
 That wee'l forfake our felves. Give me thatRing. . | themfelves, till they attaine to their abhorr dends: fo he 
 Ber. lle lend itthee my deere, but haveno power that inthis action contrives againft his owne Nobility in] 
 To give it from me. : his proper ftreame, ore-flowes him(elfe. 
 é ‘Dia. Willyounot my Lord? Cap. Ph {sit not meant damnable: in us,to be Trum- | 
 Ber. It isan honour longing toourhoule, , | eters of ourunlaw full. intents? We fhall then | 
 Bequeathed downe from many |Anceftors, ' 1is;company to night? Pee 
 Which were the greatcftobloquyi’th world, ~ Cap, Not tillafter midnight: for heeis dieted { 
 In me to loofe. A Mibigtire. ork ha. syabchinee Aa adcimed eae 
 Dia. Mine Honors fuch a Ring,’ ~ Cap. G. That approaches apace.:1 would gladl lave | 
 
 4 My chaftities the Jewell of our houfe, him fee his company anathomiz d, that hee might tase | 
 Saag ' a Mine yfeiaie Yee TUR, (0 1a ae 
 
ameafurc of hisowne judgements , wherein fo curioufly 
 he had fet thiscounterfeit. 
 
 Cap. E. We wil not meddle with him tillhe come; 
 for his prefence muft be the whip of the others 
 
 (4p. G. In the meane time , what heare you of thofe 
 Warres? , os . 
 
 Cap. E. Uheare there is art overture of peace. 
 
 (ap. G. Nay, Laffure you a peace concluded. 
 ~ Cap. E. What will Count Roffiltion do then? Will hee 
 { travaile higher,or returne againe into France? 
 
 Cap. G. I perceive by this demand, you are not altege- 
 ther of his councell. 
 
 Cap. &. Let it be forbid fir;fo fhould I be a great deale 
 of his at. ; 
 . Ge Sir , his wife fome two months fince fledde 
 from his houfe , her pretence isa pilgrimage to Saint /a- 
 gues le grand; which holy undertaking, with moft au- 
 ftere fanctimony fhe accomplifht: and there refiding,the 
 teriderneffe of her Nature,became as a prey to her greefe: 
 in fine ; made a groane of her laft breath,& now fhe fings 
 imheaven. 
 
 Cap. &. How is this juftified? 
  Cap.G. The ftronger part of it by her owne Letters, 
 which makes her ftory true, even to the poynt of her 
 death : her death is felfe , which could not be her office 
 to fay, is come : was faithfully confirm’d by the Rector 
 of the place. . 
 Cap. E. Hath the Countall this intelligence? 
 
 ~~ C4p.G. T,and the particular confirmations,point from 
 pointt;to thie full arming of the verity. 
 
 i (4p. E. 1am heartily forry that hee’l bee gladde of 
 this. 
 
 Cap. G. How mightily fometimes, we make us com- 
 
 forts of our lofits. ee 
 Cap. €, And how niightily fome other tintes, wee 
 
 | valour hath here acquit’d for him , fhall at home been- 
 -} countred with a fhame as ample. 
 a Cap: G. The webbe of our life,is ofa mingled yarne, 
 ~{ good and ii! together : oar vertues would bee proud, if 
 | our faults whipt them not,and our crimes would defpaire 
 | ifthey were hot cherifh’d by our vertues- 
 
 re Enter at Meffengérs 
 _ | Hownow ? Where’s your maifter? 
 | Ser. He met the Duke iv the ftreet fir, of whom hee 
 hath taken a folemne leave: his Lordfhippe will next mor- 
 | ning for France. The*Duke hath offered him Letters of 
 | Commendations to the King. eae 
 
 Cap, E. They fhall bee no more then needfull there; if 
 
 they were more then they can commend. : 
 
 iS co Enter Count Roffilion. > ah 
 Ber. They cannot be too {wecte for the King's tart- 
 _— \neffe, heere’s his Lordfhip now.How new my Lord, vit 
 Seetnpeitermidnighte 2) ON Se ee 
 | © Ber. Thave to night difparch’d fixteene bufinefles', a 
 _ | moneths lenghta pecce, by an abftract of fucceffe : I have 
 | congied with the Duke, done my adicu with his tieereft; 
 | buried a wife , motr’d fot her , writtomy Lady mother, 
 ~ | Lam-eturning,entertain’d my Conv ay 5,and betweerie 
 7 thefe maine parcels of difparch , ‘affected many ficer 
 
 _feeigee pieencaaier’s 
 | Cap, Bi tf the bufineffe bee of any difficulty and this 
 
 a 
 
 a 
 
 ; Alls Well that ends W ell, 
 
 drowne our gaine in teares , the great dignity that his 
 
 Ss the laft wasthe greateft ; burthat P have not en- | 
 
 cio | Whatfay yeu to thagrsees yo eS GE: 
 os ap, E.1f th By my trothfiry if Pwete to live this prefent |. 
 | mori g your deparciire hence’, it requires halt of your | houre , I will iesankescadencide ame ee 
 
 ray 
 
 Lordfhip.: 
 _ Ber. Tmeane the bufineffe i8 not ended, as fearing to 
 hearé of it hereafter but fhall we have this dialogue bet- 
 
 weené the Foole and the Soldiowr. Come ; bring forth’ 
 
 this counrerfet module,hasdeceiv’d mee , like a double- 
 
 meaning Prophefier. . 
 C4p. ©. Bring hitn forth,ha’s fate Pth ftockes all night 
 
 poore gallant knave. : 
 
 .. Ber. No matter , his heeles have deferv’d it, inufur- 
 
 ping his {purres fo long: How ‘does he catry himfelfe? 
 Cap. E. Uhave told your Lordfhip already? ? he ilocks 
 
 carrie him. But to anfwer you as you would be aeder 
 
 {tood, he weepes likea wench that had fhed her avlke, } 
 
 he hath confeft himfelfe to organ, whom hee fappofes 
 
 to béa Friar , from the time of his remembrancetothis | 
 very infant difafter of Fistettingi’th ftockes : and what } 
 
 thinke you he hath confett? 
 Ber. Nothuig of me, ha’s a? 
 
 Cap. E.His confeffion is takeri , and:it {hall be read to f 
 
 his face, if your Lordfhip bein’t, as I beleeve you are,you 
 mutt have the patience to heare its 
 
 Enter F arvelles with bis Interpreter. 
 
 Ber. A plague vipon him , muffeld ; he can fay nothing 
 of me: huh. 
 
 Cap. G. Hoodman comes: Portorariaroffa. 
 
 Int. Fe calies for the rortures; what will you fay with- 
 outem. . 
 Par: I will confefle what I know without conftrainty 
 If ye pinch me like a Pafty, I can fay no more. 
 
 Int. Bosko Chimurcho.' of 
 
 Cap. Boblibindo chicurmurcos 
 
 Int. You are a mercifull Generall : Our Generall bids 
 you anfwer to what f fhallaske yout ont ofa Note. 
 
 Par. And truly, as i hopeto lives © 
 
 Jat. Firft demand of hit , how many horfe the Dake . 
 
 is ftrong. What fay you to that?) * IGO't 
 Par. Five or fixe thonfand , but very weake and unfer- 
 
 viceable : the troopes areal {carter ed, andthe Commian- 
 
 ders very poore rogues, upon my reputation aud credic, 
 
 and as I hope to lives Pole MOGs 2h 
 Tat. Shali I fet downe your anfwer fo? | 
 
 Far: Do, ile take the Sacrament on’?, how andwhich 
 
 2 
 
 way you will : all's one to him. 
 Ber. What a patt-faving flave is this?’ - “8 
 Cap. G. Y'are deceiv’d my Lord this is MonfieurPar- 
 rolles the gallant milicarift;that was his‘owne phrafe,that 
 had the whole theorick of warrein the knot of his-fcatfe 
 and the prattife in the chape of his daggers) 221 
 
 Fels 
 
 Cap. €. 1 wili never traf aman againe stor keeping -his' } 
 
 fword..cleane , nor ‘beleeve hee caw have every thing in 
 
 him, by wearing his apparell neatly. | fe.qu sia 
 Int. Weil, that’s fer dowites+ "9! 9289: 
 Par. Five or fix thoufand horfe Ted :I 
 
 orthereabours fet downe, for Le fpeakerruthiy (> Yor! 
 
 152 
 is ‘ 
 i Wh 
 
 Cap.G. fHe’s very Neerethe troth tehisans aH UEENE, 
 Rer. But 1 con hiay'nothankes Fortin thenature kee 
 deliversit. oI QO? Oe HOE Ck LG A 
 
 Pay. Poore rogues, I pray you faye 
 
 Fut Well, that’s fer dowite. "AS Se tw 
 Par. 1 humbly thanke you fir ,@ truth’sa truth, the 
 
 Rogues are_marvailovS poore! Pe 
 
 urd of bith of what ftrengththey area foot. 
 
 Int. Dermautt 
 
 Par. 
 
 a eed mepmrscewanerrecrae 
 
 will &y-rue, | 
 
 ree 
 
 ae 
 
248 
 fifty , Sebaftian fomany , (orambus{omany , lagues fo 
 many : Guiltian,Cofmo,Lodowicke , and Gratij ,two hun- 
 dred fifty each : Mine owne Company , Chitopher , Vas- 
 mond, Bentij, two hundred fifty cach : fo that the mutter 
 file, rotten and found , upon my life amounts not to fif- 
 teene thonfand pole , halfe of the which , dare not fhake 
 the fnow from off their Caffocks, leaft they fhake them - 
 {elves topeeces. 
 
 Ber. What fhall be done to him? 
 
 Cap. G. Nothing , but let him have thankes. Demand 
 of him my conditions:and what credite I have with the 
 Duke, 
 
 Int. Well that’s fet downe:you fhall demaund of him, 
 whether one Captaine Dumaine beith Campe,a French- 
 man : what his reputation is with the Duke, what his 
 valour,honefty,and expertnefle in warres:or whet her he 
 thinkes it were not poflible with-wellwaighing tummes 
 of gold to corrupt him to a revolt. W hat fay you to this? 
 What do you know of it? 
 
 Par. 1 befeech you let me'anfwer to the particular of 
 theintergatories. Demand them fingly- 
 
 Int. Do you know this Captaine Damainee 
 
 Par, 1 know him ,a.wasa Botchers Prentize in Paris, 
 from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieves fool 
 with childe, a dumbe innocent that could not fay him 
 nay. 
 
 Ber. Nay, by your leave hold your hands , though T+ 
 
 know his braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals. 
 Inter, Well,is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences 
 campe? : 
 Par. Vpon my knowledge he is, and lowfie. 
 Cap. G. Nay looke not fo upoa me:we fhall heare of 
 your Lord anon, ' 
 | Jue. What is his reputation with the Duke? , 
 
 | kets Spay * 
 Tnt« Marry we'll fearch. he 
 Par,In good fadnefle 1 do not know, either itis there, 
 or it isupon a file with the Dukes other Letters, in my 
 | Tent. <i cere 
 | | Jit. Heere’tis,heere’s a paper, fhall I reade it to you? 
 | Par. 1 donot know if it be itor no. 
 | Ber. Our Interpreter do’s it well. 
 Cap. G- Excellently. 
 Int. Dian,the Connts afoole and full of gold. . 
 
 - Par. That isnot the Dukes letter fir : that is am 2d- 
 _vertifement to.aproper maide in Florence, one Diana,to 
 - take heede ofthe allurement ofone Count Ro/fillion,a foo- 
 ‘lifteidle boy :-but for ali that yery cuttith. 1 pray you fir 
 | put itupagaine. 23. . 
 | Int. Nay, tle reade it firft by your favour. 
 
 Pars My meaning:in’t L proteft was very honeft inthe | 
 
 - behalfe of the:maid : for I knew the young Count to bea, 
 
 dangerous amd latcivious boy, who is a whale to Virgi- 
 nity, and.devonrs up all the fry. it finds, er ee 
 Ber. Damnable both-fides rogue. 
 
 4 
 
 ocfs alate ‘cakests 2 ~° panes y 
 Afier he (cores benever payes the {cores |. isis 
 Flalfe won ss meatch well made natch and well make st, 
 | He nore payes after-debts take it beforey: is 
 | And fay &fouldiee( Dian) told theethigs~-  o.. 6 
 | Phenare to mell-with, boyes arenot to kis. |. 
 
 a ET nee en 
 
 t nt. Let. When he Jasenret oathes , bid bir drop golds and 
 
 eAll’s Well that ends Well, 
 
 For count of this the Connt a Foole 1 know it, 
 Who payes before but not when he does owest. 
 Thine as he yow’d tothee in thine care, 
 Parrolles. 
 Ber. He thall bee whipt through the Amy with this 
 rime in’s forehead. 
 
 (ap. &. This is your devoted friend fir, the manifold 
 Linguift, and the army-potent fouldier. 
 
 Ber. 1 could endure any thing before but aCat, and 
 he’s a Cat tome. . 
 
 Int. I perceive fir by your Generals lookes , wee fhall 
 be faine to hang you. ce 
 
 Par. My life fir in any cafe : Not that I am afraideto 
 dye, but that my offences beeing many , 1 would repent 
 out the remainder of Nature. Let me live fir ina dunge- 
 on, ith {tockes,or any where, fo I may live. 
 
 Tut. Wee'le fee what may bee dene, fo you canfefle 
 freely : therefore once more to this Captaine Dasmaine: 
 you have an{wer'd to his reputation with the Duke , aud 
 tohis valour. What is his honefty? : 
 
 Par. He will fteale firan Egge out of a Cloifter ie 
 rapes and ravifhments he paralels Weffus. Hee profefies 
 not keeping of oaths , breaking em he is ftronger then 
 Hercules. He willlye fir, with fuch volubility , that you 
 would thinke trath were a foole:drunkenneffe is his belt | 
 vertue, for he wiil be fwine-drunke , and in his fleepehe } 
 does little harme, fave to his bed-cloathes about him: | 
 
 but they know his conditions, and Jay him in ftraw. 1} 
 
 havebnt little more to fay fir of his honefly, heha’séve-} 
 
 rie thing that an honeft man fhould not have ; what an] 
 : honeft man fhould have,he has nothing. 
 
 Cap.G. I begin to love him for this. ta 
 Ber, For this defcription of thine honefty ?.A pox Up- | 
 
 ' onhim for me,he’s more and more a Cat. 
 Par. The Dake knowes him for no other, but a peore | 
 
 | Oilticer of mine yandwrit to me this other day, toturne | 
 | him out a’th band. I thinke I have his Letter in my poc- | 
 
 dnt, What fay you to his expertneffe in warre? i 
 Par. Faith fir , ha’s led the drumme before the Eng- |” 
 lith Tragedians : to belic him I will not , and more of his | 
 fouldierfhip I know not, except in that Country , he had | 
 
 _ the honour to be the Oilicer ata place there called Aile- | 
 | ead, to inftruct for the doubling of files. }would doe the | 
 
 man what honour I can, but of this lam notcertaine. is 
 
 (ap. G He hath out-villain’d villany fo farre, thar the | 
 raritic redeemes him. ~ bee 
 
 Ber, A pox on him, he’s a Cat ftill. 
 
 Jut. His qualities being at this poore price , I neednot | 
 toaske you, ifGeld will corrupt him torevolt. 
 
 Par.Sir , for aCardecue he will fell the fee-fimple of 
 his falvation,the inheritance of ir, and cut th’intailefrom | 
 all Copeas, , and a perpetuall fucceffion for it perpe= | 
 tually. a 
 
 int. What's his Brother , the other Captain Dumaine? 
 
 (ap. E. Why do’she aske him of me? 
 
 Int. W hat’s he? 
 
 . Par. Enea Crowat’h fame neft : not altogether fo 
 greatas the firft in goodneffe, but greater a great deale. in 
 evill. He excels his Brother fora coward, yet his Brother 
 
 - is reputed. one. of the beft that is.In a retreate hee outs} 
 runnes any Lackey , marry in comming on, hee ha’sthe | 
 
 | ~_ a, If your life be faved, will you undertake to betray i 
 | the, Florentine?” ren Eran W) 
 
 Rar. Land the Captaine of his horfe, Count Refiltion. |: 
 
 | dnt... Ile. whifper withthe Generall , and knowe his} 
 ) | pleafure. CE 
 
 _ Bar, Tle.no.mere drummi 
 | onely:tofeeme todeferve welljand to 
 
 oa age ofl dims, 4 
 ile the fiuppo- 
 
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fition of that lafcivious yong boy the Count , have I run 
 into this danger : yet who would have fufpected an am- 
 bath where I wastaken? | 
 Int. There is no remedy fir, butyou mutt dye : the 
 Gencrall fayes , you that have fortraitoroufly difcovered 
 the fecrets of your army , and-made fich peftiferous re- 
 ports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for 
 no honeft ufe:therefore you mutt dye. Come headefman, 
 off with his head.» i, 
 - Par. O Lord fir let me live , or let mee fee my death. 
 
 Int. That. fhall you , and take your leave of all your 
 friends: 
 
 So looke about you; know you aay heere? 
 | (ows. Good morrow noble Captaine. 
 
 Lo. E. God bleffe you Captaine Parolles. 
 
 (4p. G. God fave you noble Captaine. . 
 
 Le. E, Captaine , what greeting will youtomy Lord 
 Lafew?l cm tor France. ioe 
 
 Cap. G. Good Captaine willyou give me aCopy of 
 the fonnet you writ to Diena in behalfe of the Count 
 Roffilion , and I were nota very Coward, I'de compell it 
 of you, but fare you well. Exeunt. 
 
 Int. You are undone Captaineall but your fcarfe, that 
 hasaknot on’t yet: 
 
 Par. W ho cannot be cruth’d witha plot? 
 
 Zt. If you could finde out 4 Country where but wo- 
 men were that had received {6 much fhame , you might 
 begin an itapudent Nation, Fare yee well fir, 1 am for 
 Frascetoo,we shail fpeake of youthere. Exit. 
 . Par. Yer am1 thankful: ifmy heart were great 
 _ | Twould burft at this:Captaine Ile be no more, 
 | Bur I willeate , and drinke, and fleepe as foft 
 _ | As Capraine fhall. Simply the thing lam. aes 
 { Shall make me live:who knowes himfelfe a braggart 
 ‘| Let him feare this;for it will come to pafle, 
 
 That every braggart fhall be found an Affe. 
 
 Raft {word,coole blufhes,and Parrelleslive 
 
 | Safeft in fhame : being fool’d, by fool’ry thrive; 
 | There’s place and meanes for every manalive. — 
 ‘Ile after them. 
 
 Enter Hellen, Widdew, and Diana. 
 
 _ Hel. That you may well perceive I have not 
 a wrongdyou, , 
 | One of the greateit in the Chriftian world 
 Shall be my furety:forewhofe throne ’tisneedfull 
 } EreI can perfec mine intents,to kneele. 
 Time was*I did him a defired oitice 
 
 ecrealmoft as his life , which gratitude i 
 Through flinty Tartars bofome would peepe forth, 
 
 hg anfwer thankes. I duly am intorm’d, 
 
 1S grace it AMdarfellis,to which place. __ 
 
 'ehave convenient convoy:you muft know. 
 Tam fuppofed dead,the Army breaking, ; 
 My husband hies him home, where heaven ayding, 
 And by the leave of my good Lord the King, 
 Wee'l be before our welcome. 
 
 _ Wid. Gentle Madam, 
 _ | You never had a fervant to whofetruft 
 _ | Your bufines was more welcome. 
 
 Hel. Nor your Miftris 
 
 Ever a friend, whofe thoughts more truly labour 
 
 Orecompence your love:Doubt not but heaven 
 Per berabeme up tobe your daughters dower, 
 Asit hath fated her to be my motive ; 
 
 Rat oo rt eae od 5 kee See 
 jer: $ 
 
 de TD ee 
 
 All's Well that ends Well 
 
 | ‘ La. \ will {ubfcribe for thee , thou art both knave and | 
 
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 And helper to a husband. But O ftrangemen, 
 That can fach fweet ufe make of what they hate, 
 When fawcy trafting of the cofin'd thoughts 
 Defiles the pitchy night, fo luft doth play 
 With what it leathes, for that which is away, 
 But more of this heereafter: you Diana, 
 Vnder my poore inftruétions yet muft {uffer 
 Something in my behalfe. 
 
 Dia,Let death and honefty 
 Go with your impofitions, Iam yours 
 Vpon your will to fuffer. 
 
 Hel. Yer! pray you: 
 But withthe word the time will bring on fummer, 
 When Briars fhall have leaves as welias thornes, 
 And beas {weet as tharpe:we muft away, 
 Onur Wagon is prepar’d, and time reviuesus, 
 All's well that ends well, ftill that fines the Crowne; 
 Whatere the courfe,theendistherenowne.  Exewnt. 
 
 Enter Clowne, old Lady, and Lafew. 
 
 Laf. No,no, no,your fenne was mifled with'a fhipt 
 taffata fellow there , whofe villanous {affron would have 
 made all the unbak'd and dowy youth ofa nation in his 
 colour: your daughter - in-law had beene alive at this 
 houre,and your fonne heere at hom,more aduanc’d by the 
 King,then by that red-tail’d humble Bee I {peake of 
 
 £a.1 would I had not knowne him, it was the death 
 of the moft vertuous gentlewoman,that ever Nature had 
 praife for creating. If the had partaken of my fleth and 
 coft mee the deereft graanes of a mother, I could not 
 have owed her a more rooted love. ; 
 
 La. Twasa good Lady , twas a good Lady.. We may 
 ae athoufand fallets ere wee light on fuch another 
 rbe. 
 
 Cle. Indeed fir fhe was the fweete Margerom ofthe 
 fallet, or rather the hearbe of grace. 
 
 _ Laf, They are not hearbes you knave, they are nof- 
 hearbes. 
 Cl.Tam no great XN abuchadnezar fir,L have not much 
 skill in grace, : 
 Ia. Whether doeft thou profeffe thy felfe, a knave or 
 a foole? 
 _ Ch. A foole firat a womans fervice, anda knaveata 
 mans. 
 La. Your diftinétion. . 
 Clo. 1 would coufen the man of this wife, and do his 
 fervice. : 
 
 La. So you wereaknaveat his fervice indeed. 
 
 j Clo. nd: I would give his wife my bauble fir todo her 
 ervice. 
 
 ole. 
 
 (Vo. At your fervice. =e 
 
 La. No; no,no. 
 
 Clo. Why fir, if I cannot ferve you, I can ferveas great 
 a princeas you are: aed 
 
 _La. Whofe that;a Frenchman? _ aay 
 
 Cs. Faith fir a has an Englifh maine, but his fifnomy 
 is more hotter in France then there. 
 
 La. What prince is that? ae ; 
 
 Cle. The blacke prince fir,alias thé prince of darkeneffe |- 
 alias thedivell. ta Babess 
 
 La: Hold thee,there’s my purfe, I give thee not this to |: 
 fetes from thy mafter thou talk'ft off, ferve him | 
 
Clo. 1am a, woodland fellow fir, thatalwaies loved 
 a great fire,and the maifter I fpeake of ever keepsa goo 
 fire, but fure he is the Prince of the world, let his No- 
 bilitie remaine in’s Court. Iam for the heufe with the 
 narrow gate, which I take to bee too little for pompe to | 
 enter: foie that humble themfelves may , but the ma- 
 ny will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the 
 flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great 
 fire. 
 
 La. Go thy waies, I beginto bee a weary of thee and 
 I tell thce fo before, becaufe I would not fall out with 
 thee. Gothy wayes, let my horfes be well look'd to, 
 without any trickes. _ 
 
 Cle. If 1 put any trickes upon em fir , they fhall bee 
 Iades ttickes , which are their owne right by the law of 
 Nature. : Exit. 
 
 Lef. A firewd knave and an unhappy. 
 
 Lady. Soais. My Lord that’s gone made him(elfe 
 much {port’ out of him , by his authority hee remaines 
 heere, which hechinkes isa pattent-for his fawcinefle, 
 and indeed fiehas n0 pace, but runnes where he will. 
 
 Laf. Llike him well, ’tis not amiffe:and 1 was about 
 to tell you, fince I heard ofthe good Ladies death,and 
 that my Lord your {onne was upon his returne home. I 
 moved the King my maifter to {peake in the behalfe of 
 my daughter, which in the minority of them both , his 
 Majefty out of a felfe gracious remembrance did firft pro- 
 pote, is Highneffe hath promis'd me to doe it , and to 
 ftoppe up the difpleafure he hath conceived againft your , 
 
 fone , there is no fitter matter. Huw do’s your Ladyfhip 
 
 like it? 
 © La. Withvery much content my Lord, and I with it 
 happily effe@ted. 
 | <"La. His Highnefle comes poft from Marfellis , of as 
 able body as when he number’d thirty, «will be heere 
 to morrow, or Lam deceiv’d by him that in {uch intelli« 
 gence hath feldome fail’ d. 
 __ La. Irejoyces me, that I hope! fhall fee him ere I die. 
 Thave ktters that my fonne will be heere to night;I fhal 
 befeech your Lordfhip to remaine with mee, tillthey 
 meete together. 
 
 Laf. Madam ,: I was thinking with what Manners I 
 
 might {afely be admitted. mee 
 ai La. You neede but pleade your honourable privi- 
 edge. 
 “La. Lady of that Ihave made abold.charter ,. but I 
 thanke my God, itholds yet. 
 
 eA dus Quintus, 
 
 Enter Hellen, Widdow , and Diana, with 
  -gwo Attendants. 
 
 Hel. But this exceeding pofting day and night, 
 Mutt wear your {pirits low, we cannot helpest. = 
 But fince you have made the daies and nights as One, \ 
 To weare your gentlelimbes in my affaixes, 
 
 Be bold you do {o growgin my requitall, 
 
 As nothing can unroote you. In happy ume, 
 
 Enter agenile Aftranger« 
 
 This man may helpe me to his Majefties care, 
 
 If he would ipend his powers God fave you fire 
 Geat. And you: es 
 Hel. Sir, L have feene you in the Court of Francés + | 
 Gent. i have beene fometimes there. 
 
 . Hel. 1 do prefume fir,that you are not falne 
 From the report that gocs upon your goodneffe, ¥ 
 And therefore goaded with moft fharpeeccafions, 7 9} 
 Wiich Jay nice manners by,1 putyouto — 
 The ufe of your ewne vertues, for the which 
 1 hall continue thankefull. 
 
 Gent: What’s your will ? 
 Hel, That it will pleafe you 
 
 To give this poore petition tothe King, + 
 Andaydeme with that ftore of power youhave 
 To come into his prefence. ; 
 
 Gen. TheKingsnotheere. 
 Hel, Not hieere fir? 
 
 Gen. Not indeed, é 
 
 He hence remov’d laft night, and with more left _ 
 
 Then is bis ufe. 
 
 wid. Lord how we loofe our paineés. 
 
 Hel, Ali's well that ends well yet, 
 
 Though time {eeme fo adverfe, aad meanes unfit’: 
 I do befeech you, whither is he gone? 21h SS 
 Gent. Martie as 1 take it to Roffilien, sah 
 Whither I am going. : 
 Hel. I dobeteech you fir, 
 Since you are like to {ee the King before me, 
 
 Commend the paper to his gracious hand, 
 
 Which I prefume fhall render youno blame, 
 But rather make you thanke your paines for it: . 
 I will coine after you with what good fpeede ee 
 Our meanes will make us meanes. Bee 
 
 Gent. This lle do for you. 0 ae 
 Hel: And you fhall finde your felfe tobe wellthankt | 
 what e’re falles more. We muft to horfe againe; Go,go, 7 
 provides : — Exenttte | — 
 Enter Clowue and Parrolies. Be ante 
 Par. Good M. Lavatch give my Lord Lafew thislet- 
 ter,I have erenow fir béene beter knowne to you, when 
 I have held tamiliaritie with frefher cloathes : hep 4 a 
 now fir muddied in fortunes mood, and{mell fo 
 ftrong of her {trong difpleafure. RL cig 
 Col. Truely, Fortunes difpleafure-isbut flnetith ‘ifit | 
 {mell {0 ftrongly asvhoufpeak’ft of : P will hencefoorth | 
 cate #0 Fifh of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee’ allow the i 
 winde. Bie ST 
 
 Enter Clownes 
 
 Clo.O Madam, yonders my Lord your fonne witha 
 atch of veluct on’s face,whether there.be a {car under’t 
 ‘orno, the Veluet knowes, but’tis a goodly patthof Vcl- 
 vet, his left cheeke is acheeke of tworpile and a halfe, 
 but his right cheeke is worne bare. # ee 
 
 | La. Afcarre nobly got: - eae 
 Oranoble {catre; isa good liv’ry OF honor, _ 
 | Sobelikeis that.. EG cece 
 (le. But itis your carbinado’d face. - 
 
 TE Las g0 fe Oe as. 
 
 Your fonne I pray you, Ilong to talke 
 
 With theyong noblefouldiere 
 
 “ (taFaith there’sa dozen of em, with delicate fine hats, 
 
 | and moft courteous feathers, which bow the head ,-and 
 
 7) 
 
 ee = i 
 
 Om ¢ 
 
 nod at every man. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
Par. Pray you fir deliver ‘tne this paper. ; 
 
 (to. Foh , prethee ftand away:a paper from fortunes 
 clofe@oole, te give toa Nobleman. Looke heere hee 
 comes himfelfe. ms 
 
 Enter Lafew. 
 
 (la. Heere isa purte of Fortunes fir , or of Fortunes 
 Cat, burnot 4 Mufcat; that ha’s falne into the uncleane 
 | fith-pond of her difpleafure,, and as he fayesis muddied 
 
 withall. Pray you fir, ufe the Carpe as you may , for hee 
 lookes like a poore decayed, ingenious , foolith , rafeally 
 “knave. I do pittic his diftreffe in my {miles of comfort, 
 and leave him to your Lordfhip. 3 
 
 Par. My Lord,lam a man whom fortune hath cruelly 
 fcratch’d. : 
 
 Laf. And what would yeu have me to do? *Tis teo fate 
 to paire her nailes now. Wherein have you playedthe 
 knave with fortune that fhe fhould{cratch you, who of 
 | her feife isa good Lady,& would not have knaves thriue 
 | long under her? There's a Cardecue for you : Let the lu- 
 | ftices make you and fortune friends ; Lam for other bu- 
 
 “| finefle. 
 | Par. Ibefeech your honour to heare mec one fingle 
 
 j word... sid 5 nel 
 
 | Leaf. Youbegge afinglepeny more: Come you fhall 
 
 ] ha’, fave your word: ; 
 
 | Par. My name my good Lord is Paroles. 
 
 Laf. You begge more then word then. Cox my paf- 
 fion, give me your hand: how does your drumme? 
 
 Par. © my good Lord, you were the firlt that found 
 
 mee. 
 
 Laf. Was 1 infooth? And I was the firft that loft thee. 
 
 Par. Itlies in youmy Lord to bring mein fome grace 
 for you did bring me out. 
 | ‘Laf. Out upon thee knave , doeft thou put upon mee 
 
 at once both the oilice of God and the divel : one brings 
 thee in grace , and the other brings thee out-The King’s 
 | comming | know by his Trumpets. Sirrah , inquire fur- 
 “A ther after me, I hadtalke of you laft night , though you 
 ‘| are afoole anda knave, you fhall eate,go to,foliow. 
 Par. i praile God for you, 
 
 Floris. Enter King, old Lady, Lafew,the two French 
 ee & , Lords,with attendants. 
 
 | Kin. Weloft a Iewell of her,and our efteeme 
 
 | Was made much poorer by it:but your fonne, 
 
 | As mad in foliy,iack’d the fence to know 
 | Her eitimation home. z. 
 | Old La. lis palt my Liege, . 
 
 And! befeech your Majefty tomakeit 
 
 | Naturai rebelion, done i’th biade of youth, - 
 
 _ | When oyieaad fire,too ftrong for reafons force, 
 | Ore-bearcs it; and burnes on. 
 
 |__ Kin. My honour'd Lady, 
 
 Thaue forgivenand forgortenall, ka tm 
 | Though wiy revenges were high bentupon him, . 
 | And watch’dthe time to fhoate. 
 
 Laf This 1 mutt fay, 
 But firft I begge my pardon:the yong Lord 
 Did to his Majefty, his Mother,and his Lady, 
 Offence of mighty note;but to himfelfe 
 | The greateft wrong of all. He loft a wife, 
 
 Whole beauty did.aftonith the furvey 
 | Ofricheft eyes: whofe words alleares tooke captive, 
 | Whofe deere perfection, hearts that {corn’d toferve, 
 
 All's Well that ends Well. 
 
 To fparkle in the fpirits of my daughter, 
 
 25% 
 
 Humbly call’d Miftris.' 
 
 Kin. Praifing: what is loft, ? 
 Makes the remembrarice deere. Well, call him hither, 
 Weare reconcil’d,and the firit view fhall kill 
 
  Allrepetition:Let him notaske our pardon, 
 
 The nature of his great offence is dead, 
 And deeper then oblivion, we do burie 
 Th’ incenfing reliques of it Let him approach 
 A firanger, rio pdeasee asd informe him 
 So’tis our'will he fhould aR 
 Gent. I fhall my Liege. Ni 
 Kin. What fayes he to your daughter, 
 Have youfpoke? | 
 Laf; All that he is,hath reference to your Highnes. 
 Kin. Then fhall we havea match. I have letters fent 
 -me, that fets him high in fame. 
 
 ‘Exter Count Bertram. 
 
 Laf. He lookes well on’t 
 
 Kin.I am not day of feafon, 
 For thou maift fee a {un-fhine, and a haile 
 In meat once: But to the brighteft beames 
 Diftracted clouds give way, fo ftand thou forth, 
 The time is faire againe. 
 
 Ber. My high repented blames 
 
 . Deere Soveraigne pardon to me. 
 
 Kim. Allis whole, 
 Not one word more of the confumed time, 
 Let’s take the inftant by the forward tops 
 For weare old, and on our quick’{t decrees 
 Th inaudible,and noifeleffe foot of time 
 Steales, ere we can cffect them. You remember 
 The daughter of this Lord? 
 
 Bor. Admiringly my Liege,at firft 
 I ftucke my choice upon her, ere my heart 
 Durft make too bolda herauld of my tongue: 
 Where the imprefiion of mine gye enfixing, 
 Contempt his {cornfull Perfpective didiend me, — 
 Which warpt the line of every other favour, 
 Scorn’d a faire colonr,or expreft it ftoine, 
 Extended or contraéted all proportions 
 Toa moft hideous object. Thence it came 
 Thar fhe whom\a!l men prais’dyand whom my felfe, 
 Since I have loft, have lov’d, was in mine eye 
 The duftthat did offend it. 
 
 Kin, Weil excus’d: 
 That thou didft love her, ftrikes ome {cores away 
 From the great compt:but love that comes too late, 
 Like a remorfefull pardon flowly carried 
 To the great fender; turnes a fowre offence; 
 Crying, that’s good that’s gone:Our rafh faults, 
 Make triuiall price of ferious things we have, 
 Not knowing them,untill we know their graves 
 
 - Oft our difpleafures to our felves unjutt, 
 
 Deftroy our friends,and after weepe their duft: 
 
 * Our ownelove wee to fee what’sdone, 
 
 “While fhamefull hate fleepés outthe afternoon. 
 Be this {weet Hedens kuell,and now forget het. 
 Send forth your amorous token for faire Mandisn, 
 The maine confents are had, and heere wee'l {tay 
 To feeour widdowers fecond marriage day: 
 
 rhich better then the firft, O deere heaven bleffe, 
 Or, erethey mecte in me, 1) Nature ceaffe. 
 
 Laf. Come on my fonne,in whom my houfes name 
 Mutt be difgefted: give a favour from you 
 
 That |: 
 
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 That fhe may quickly come. By my old beard, . 
 And ev’ry haire that’s on’t, Heéen that’s dead 
 Wasa {weet creature-fuch a ring as this, 
 The laft that ere I tooke her leave at Court, 
 1 {aw upon her finger. 
 Ber. Hers it was not. é 
 Kin. Now pray you let me feeit. For mine eye, 
 While I was {peaking,oft was faften’d too't: 
 This Ring was mine,and when. gave it Hellen, 
 I bad her if her fortunes ever ftoode j 
 Neceffitied to helpe, that by this token 
 I would releeve her. Had you that craftto reave her 
 | Of what fhould flead her moft? 
 . Ber, My gracious Soveraigne, 
 How ereit pleafes you to take it fo, 
 The ring was never hers. 
 Old La. Sonne, on my life 
 I have feene her weare it, and fhe reckon‘d it 
 At her lives rate. 
 Laft.1 am fure I {aw her weareit. ‘ 
 Ber. You are deceiv’d my Lord, the riever faw it: 
 Tn Florence was it froma cafement throwne mee, 
 Wrap’d ina paper, which contain’d the name 
 Of her that threw it:Noble fhe was, and thought 
 I ftood ingag’d, but when J had fubferib’d 
 To mine owne fortune, and inform’d her fully, 
 I could not an{wer in that courfe of Honour 
 As fhe had made the overture, the ceaft 
 In heauy fatisfaction, and would never 
 Receive the Ring againe. 
 Kin. Platus hinielfe, 
 That knowes the tinct and multiplying medicine, 
 Hath nor in natures myfterie.more fcience, 
 Then Ihave in this Ring.’ Twas mine, twas Helens, 
 Who ever gave it you:then if you know . 
 That you are well acquainted with your felfe, 
 Confeffe ‘twas hers, and by what rough enforcement 
 You got it from her. She call'd the Saints ta furety, 
 That the would never put it from her finger, 
 Vnilefie fhe gave it to you felfe in béd, 
 Where you havenevcr.come: or fentitus . 
 Vpon her great difatter. 
 Ber. She never {aw it. 
 Kin. Thou {peak’{t it falfely:as Llove mine Honor, 
 | And mak’ conjectural feares tocomeintome, + 
 Which I would faine fhut our, ifit thould prove 
 That thou art fo inhumane, ‘twill not prove fo, 
 And yet I know not, thou didft hate her deadly, 
 And fhe is dead,which nothing but to clofe 
 | Hereyesmy felfe, could win meto beleeve, 
 More thentofce this Ring. Take himaway, 
 My fore-paft prootes.how ere the matter fall 
 Shal taxe my feares of little vanity, 
 Having vainly fear’d too little. Away with him, 
 Wee'l fift this matter further. 
 Ber. If you thall prove 
 This Ring was ever hers, yon thall as eafie 
 Prove that I husbanded her bed in Fiorence, 
 Where yet fhe never was. 
 Enter a Gentleman, 
 Kim, 1am wrap'd in difmall thinkings. Ps 
 Gen, Gracious Soveraigne. Hs a2 
 Whether I have beene too blame or no, I know not, — 
 Here's a petition from a Florentine, 
 Who hath for foure or five removes come fhort, 
 To tender it her felfe. I undertooke it, 
 
 © 
 
 Al's Welltbat ends Well. 
 
 Vanquifh’d thereto by the faire grace and {peech- 
 Of the poore fuppliant, who by this I know ee 2. 
 Is heere attending:her bufineflelookes inher 9») J 
 Withan importing vifage, and fheetold me 
 In a {weet verball breefe,it did concerne 
 Your Highnefle with her felfe, 
 ef Letter. 'e2 
 Upon his many proteftations to marry me when bis wifewas) 
 dead, | blufh to fay it, be wonne me. N owis the Count Rol} 
 filion a Widdower , his vowes ave forfested to mee, and my} 
 honors payedto bin. He ftolefrom Florence,taking no leave, | — 
 and I follow him to his (orntrey for luftice : Grant it meO\ 
 King, in you it beff lies , atherwife a feducer flowrifoes , ‘and ta 
 apoore Maid is undone. ae 
 _DianaCapilet, ~ | 
 Lef. Twill buy mea fonne in Law ina feare,and toule 
 him for this.te none-of him. “ie 
 Ki. The heavens have thought well on thee Lafow, | 
 To bring forth this difcou’ry, {eeke thefe futors: os 
 Go fpeedily, and bring againe the Count. 
 : ' Enter Bertram. 
 Tam a-feard the life of Heden(Lady) 
 Was fowly fnatcht. 
 Old La, Now juftice on the doers. ; 
 Ksn.1 wonder fir, wives are {uch monftersto you, | | 
 And that you flyethem as you fweare them Lordfhip, | 
 Yet you defire to marry. What woman's that? — 
 
 Enter Widdow,Diana,and Parrollés, 
 
 Dia I am my Lord a wretched Florentine, 
 
 Derived from the ancient Capilet, ce 
 My fuite,as I dounderftand, you know; Bl 
 And therefore know hew farre I may be pittied = 
 
 Wid. Lam her Mother fir, whofe age and honour” 
 Both fuffer under this complaint webring, 
 And both fhall ceafe, without your remedie. ame 
 
 Ks. Come hither Count,do you know thefe Women? 
 
 Ber. My Lord, i neither can nor will denie, ee 
 But that 1 know them,do they charge me further? 
 
 Dia, Why do youiooke fo ftrangeupon your wife? | 
 
 Ber. She’s none of mine my Lord. ‘ 
 
 Dia. If you fhall marrie 
 You give away this hand, and that is mine, 
 
 You give away heavens vowes,and thofe are mines © 
 You give away my felfe; which is knowne mine: 
 For I by vowam to embodied yours, 
 
 That fhe which marries you, muft marrie me, 
 Either both or none. pee 
 Laf- Your reputation comes too‘fhort for my dangh- | 
 ter, you are no husband for her. ae 
 
 Ber, My Lord, thisis a fond and defperate creature, f- 
 Whom fometime I have langh’d with:Let your highnes | 
 Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, ee 
 Then for to thinke that I would finke it heere. ae iy 
 
 Kin. Sir for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, | 
 
 Till your deeds gaine tem fairer:prove your honor, | 
 Then in my thought it lies. tak Ea 
 Dian. Good my Lord, oui: CT aaa 
 Aske him upon his oath, if bedo’s thinke 
 He had not my virginity. 
 
 Kin. W hat faift thon to her? 
 
 Ber. She's impudent my Lord, 
 
 alg ETUC LE Se SPSS SE NIE HR aa 
 aa ath Oe RSS = 
 
 pape 
 
 BRIE: 0: 
 
 And was acommon gamefter tothe Campe? © 
 Dia. He do's me wrong my Lord:If I were fo, ee Es 
 
 He might have bought meat acommon price. oe £ 
 
 x 
 
ee ger ee PRP Se 
 
 oa 
 
 eAlismell that Ends well 
 
 Doe notbeleeve him. O behold this Ring, 
 Whofe high refpect and rich validity 
 Did lacke a Paralell: yet for all that 
 He gave it to.a Commoner a’th Campe 
 If 1 be one. 
 Bown. He bluthes,and’ tis hit : 
 Of fixepreceding Anceftors, that Temme 
 Confer’d by teftament to’thfeqventiflue 
 Hath it beene owed:and worne. Thisis his wife, 
 That Rings’s a thonfand proofes- 
 Kin. Methought you faid : 
 You faw one heerein Court could witneffe it. 
 Dia, i did my Lord, but loath am to produce 
 So bad an inftrument, his name’s Parrolles. 
 Laf. 1 {aw the manto day, if man he be. 
 Kéa. Find him, and bring him hither. 
 | Rof. What of him ? 
 | He's quoted for a moft perfidious flave 
 | Withall the {pots ath world, taxt and debofh’d, 
 ofe nature fickens : but to fpeakea truth, 
 -} Anal, or that or this, for what he'll utter, 
 | That will {peake any thing, 
 Kin. She hath that Ring of yours. 
 Rof, I thinke fhe has ; certaine it is 1 lik’d her, 
 | And boorded her i’th wanton way of youth: 
 | She knew her diftance, and did angle of me, 
 | Madding my cagernefle with her reftraint, 
 | Asall impediments in tancies courfe 
 | Ave. motivesof more fancy, and in fine, 
 "| Ber infuit comming with her moderne grace, 
 { Subdo’d me to her rate, fhe got the Ring 
 } And I had that which any inferiour might 
 } At Market price have bought. 
 Disa. I mutt be patient: : 
 — re nee turn’d offa firft fo noble wife, 
 ay juftly dyet me. I pray youyet, 
 (Since ma tacke verte, Twill lofe a husband) 
 ‘Send for your Ring, I will returne it home, 
 And give me mine againe. 
 _ Rof. Vhaveitnot, . 
 _ Kin, What Ring was yours! pray you? 
 | Diax. Sir much like the fame upon your finger. 
 Kin, Know you this Ring, this Ring was his of late. 
 - Dia. And this was it 1 gave him being abed. 
 Kin. The ftory thea goes falfe, you threw it him 
 Ont of a Cafement. > 
 _ Dia. Thavefpekethetruth.  Exter Paroles. 
 - Rof. My Lord, I doe confeffe the ring was hers. 
 __ Km. You boggle fhrewdly, every feather ftarts you: 
 Asthis the man you {peake of ? 
 | Dw. I, my Lord. 
 | Kin. Tell me firrah, buttell me true I charge you, 
 Not fearing the difpleafure of your mafter : 
 {Which on your jutt proceeding, Ile keepe off) 
 By himand by this woman heere, what know you? 
 |. Par. Sopleafe your Majefty, my matter hath beene an 
 | honorable Gentlemen. Trickeshee hath had in him, 
 _| which Gentlemen have. : : 
 \ came. to'th’purpefe + Did he love this 
 ‘Woman? 
 |. Par. Faith fir he did love her, but how ! 
 _ Kin, How I pray you? esa, 
 Par. He did love her fir, asa Gent. lovesa Woman. 
 
 | (Kin, How is that? 
 Bi: “Be. He lov’d her fir, and lov’d her not. : 
 . Asthon art aKnave andno Knave, what an equi- 
 
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 vocall Companion is this ? 
 Nei Iama poore man, and at your Majefties com- 
 mand. 
 Laf. He’sa good drumme my Lord, but anaughty O- 
 rator, 
 ‘Dia. Doe you know he promift me marriage? 
 Par. Faith | know more then Ile fpeake. 
 Ki. But wilt thou not {peake allthowkhow’it 2 
 Par. Yesfo pleale your Majefty ; Ididgoe betweene 
 them as.J faid, but morethen that he loved: her, for in- 
 deed he was madde for her, and taiktof Sathap, and of 
 Limbo, and of Furies, and. I know not what: yet I was in 
 that credit with themat that time, thatI knew of their 
 going to bed, and of other motions, as promifing her 
 marriage, and things which would derive me ill wilbto 
 {peake of, therefore { will not {peake what I know. 
 Kin, Thou hatt {pokenail already, uoletle thou’ cant 
 fay they are married but thou art too fine in thy evidence, 
 therefore ftand afide. This Ring youfay wasyourss 
 Dia. I my good Lord. 
 Kin. Where did you buy it ? Or who gave it you? 
 Disa. It was not given me, nor I did aot buy it. 
 Kin, Who lent it you ? 
 Dia, It wasnot lent me neither. 
 Kin. Where did you find it then?» 
 Dia. I found it not. 
 Kin, Vf it were yours by none of all théfe wayes, 
 How could-you give it him? 
 Dia. I never gave it him. 
 Laf. This woman’s an eafie glove my Lord, fhe goes 
 off and on at pleafure. 
 Kin, This Ring wasmine, I gave it bis firft wife. 
 Dia. It might be yours or bers for ought I know. 
 Kin Take her away, doe not like her now; 
 
 To prifon with her : and away with him, 
 
 Voleffe hou telft me where thou hadit this Ring, 
 
 Thou dieft within this houre. 
 
 Dia. Ie never tell you. 
 
 Kin. Take heraway. 
 
 Dia. Ie put in baile my liedge. 
 
 Kin. I thinke thee now fome common Cuftomer. 
 
 Dia. By love ifever I knewman ’twas you. 
 
 Kin. Wherefore haft thou accufde him all this while? 
 
 Dia. Becaufe he’s guilty, and he is not guilty ; 
 
 He knowes'I am no Maid.and he’l{weare too’t: 
 Tle fweare ama Maid, and he knowes not. 
 Great King Iam no ftrumpet, by my life, 
 
 I am either Maid, or elfe this old mans wife. 
 
 Kin; She does abnfe our cares, to prifon with her. 
 
 Dia. Good mother fetch my bayle. Stay Royall fir, 
 The Ieweller that owes the Ring is fent for, 
 
 And he fhall furety me. But for this Lord, 
 
 Who hath abus’d meas he knowes himfelfe, 
 Though yet he never harai’d me,heere I quit him. 
 He knowes himfelfe my bed he hath defil’d, 
 
 And at that time he got his wife with child: _ 
 Dead though the be, the feeles her yong one kicke: 
 Sothere’smy riddle , one that’s dead is quicke, 
 And now behold the meaning. 
 
 Enter Hellen andWiddow, — 
 
 Kin. Isthere no exorcift 
 iles the truer Oidice of mine ¢yes ? 
 Is’t reall that I fee? 
 Hel. Nomy good Lord, 
 
cAli’s well that Ends well. 
 
 King. Let us from point to peint this ftory know, 
 To make the even truth in pleafure flow * 
 If thou beeft yet a frefh uncropped flower, 
 Choofe chou thy husband, and Ile pay thy dower. 
 For I can gueffe, that by thy honeftayde, 
 Thon keeprft a wife ker felfe,thy felfea Maide. 
 Of that and alithe progreffe moreand lcfle, 
 
 "Tis but the fhadow of a wife you fee, 
 
 The name, and not the thing. 
 Rof. Both, both, O pardon. ; 
 Hel. Oh my good Lord, when I waslike this. Maid, 
 
 I found you wendrous kind, thereis your Ring, 
 
 And looke you; heer¢’s your letter : this it fayes, 
 
 When from my finger you can get this Ring, 
 
 And is by me with child, &c. This is done, Refoldv’dly more leafure fhallexpreffe : 
 
 Will yOu be mine now you are doubly wonne ? All yet feemes well,and if it end fo meete, 
 Rof. If fhe my Liegecan make me know this clearely, | The bitter paft, more welcome is the {weet. 
 
 Ile love her dearely, ever, ever dearely. Flourifh, 
 Hel. If it appeare not plaine, and preve untrue, 
 
 Deadly divorce ftep betweene me and yeu. He Kings a Begger, now the play és done. 
 
 | © my deere mother, doe fee you living ? elt is well ended, sf this [uite be wonne ,} 
 Laf. Mine eyes{mel! Onions, I fhall weepe anon : That you expreffe Content : » hich we will pay, 
 
 Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher. With firife to pleale you, day exceeding dap: 
 
 So I thanke thee, waite onme home, Ile make {port with | Onrs be your patience then, and yours onr parts, 
 
 thee: Let thy curtfies alone, they arefcurvyones. Your gentle handslend us, andtaks ourhearts. xeunt om, ‘ 
 
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 | Enter Orfino Duke of Upria, Curio, and other 
 z ‘ Lords. : 
 
 Duke, : 
 %F Muficke be the food of Loue, play on, 
 PS Give meexcefle of it: thatfurfetting, 
 PANG) The appetite may ficken, and fodyes 
 joe” That ftraineagen, it had adying fall : 
 | O,itcame ore my eare, like the fweet found 
 } That breathes upon a banke of Violets ; 
 | Stealing, and giving Odour. Enough, no more; 
 "Tis notfo fweet now, as it was before. 
 0 fpirit of Love, how quicke and frefh art thou, 
 That notwithftanding thy capacity, : 
 | Receiveth asthe Sea. Noughtenters there, 
 ‘Of what validity, and pitch foere, 
 | But falies into abatement, and low price, 
 | Evenina minute ; fo full of fhapes is fancy, 
 That it alone is high fantafticall. 
 Car, Will you goe hunt my Lord ? 
 De. What Curio? . 
 ) Car. The Hart: . ise 
 Da. Why fo 1 doe, the Nobleft that I have: 
 “Owhen mineeyesdidfee Ohviafirh, 
 “Me thought the purg’d the ayre of peitilence 5 
 hat inftant was | turn’d intoa Hart, 
 nd my defires like fell and cruell hounds, 
 Erefince purfue me. How now what newes from her ? 
 
 v 
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 Enter Valentine, 
 
 Val. So pleafe my Lord, I might not be admitted, 
 But from her handmaid doe returne this an{wer : 
 The Element it felfe, till even yeares heate, 
 
 | Shall wor behold her face at ample view : 
 
 | Butlikea Cloystreffe the ‘will vailed walke, 
 
 And water once a day her Chambers round 
 
 ‘With eye-offending brine : all this to feafon 
 -A brothers dead love, which fhe would keepe frefh 
 And lafting, in her fad remembrance. 
 
 Da. O fhe that hath aheart of that fine frame 
 
 | Topay this debt of love but to a brother, : 
 
 yw Will fhe love, whenthe.rich golden fhaft 
 Hath kill’'d the flocke of all affections elfe 
 
 ‘That live in her. When Liver, Braine, and Heart, 
 Thefe foveraigne thrones, are all fupply’d and fill’d 
 Her {weet perfections with one felfe fame king : 
 
 Vr VA C 
 
 YAR S : 
 
 ) : te | 4h «1? < SY fe) 
 asa B A f Y; A AN CRNCCKD t, 
 
 GANNGGA ZiC hun Sti) yD LE oN Ass oN & DOD 
 
 Tvyvelfe Night, Or what you will. 
 
 eA lus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Away before me, tofweetbeds of Flowres, |. | And company of men. 
 
 Love-thonghts lye rich,when canopy’d with bowres.. | Vée Orhat I ferv'dthat Lady, 
 
 Exenst. | And might not be delivered to the world an 
 oF ) Se : ; ; ‘ Emir SO ee zat Till} 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Viola,a (aptaine, and Saylors. 
 
 Gio. What Country (Friends ) is this? 
 Cap. Thisis Illyria Lady. 
 Vio. And what fhould I doe in Illyria? 
 
 My brother he is in Elizium, 
 
 Perchance heis not drown’d: What thinke you faylors? 
 Cap. Itis perchance that you your felfe were faved. 
 ¥so. O my poore brother, and fo perchance may he be. [ 
 Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance, 
 
 Aflare your felfe, after our thip did fplit, 
 
 When you, and thofe poore number faved with yon, 
 
 Hung on our driving boate : I faw your brother 
 
 Mott providentin perill, binde himfelfe, 
 
 (Courage and hope both teaching him the prattife) 
 
 Toa ftrong Mafte, thar liv’d upon the fea: 
 
 Where like Orion on the Doiphines backe, 
 
 I faw him hold acquaintar.ce withthe waves, 
 
 Solongas I could fee. : 
 
 Vie. For faying fo, there’s Gold : 
 
 Mine owne efcape unfoldeth to my hope, 
 
 Whereto thy fpeech ferves for authority 
 
 The likeofhim. Know’ fthouthis Country ? 
 
 Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne 
 Not three houres travaile from this very place ? 
 
 Vie. Who governs heere? 
 
 Cap. Anoble Dukein nature, as in name. 
 Vio. What ishis name ? 
 
 Cap. Orfino. 
 
 Vio. Orfino\ I have heard my father name him, 
 
 He was a Batchellor then. 
 
 Cap. And foisnow, or wasfo very late: 
 
 For but a moneth ago [ went from hence, ’ 
 
 And then ’twasfrefh in murmure (as you know 
 
 What great ones doe, the lefle will practle of ) 
 
 That he did feeke the love of faire Ova. 
 
 Vie. What's fhe? 
 
 (ap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count, 
 That di’d fome twelvemonth fince, then leaving her 
 In the protestion of his fonne, her brother, 
 
 Who fhortly alfo di’d : for whofe deere love 
 
 (They fay) the had abjur’d the fight 
 
256 f 
 
 Till I had made mine awne eccafion mellow 
 What my eftateise 
 (ap. That were hard to compafle, 
 Becaufe the will admit no kind of fuite, 
 No not the Dukes. 5 
 Vio. Thereisa faire behaviour in thee Captaines 
 And though that nature, witha beauteous wall 
 Doth oft clofe in pollution: yet of thee 
 Lwill beleeve thou baft a mind that {uites 
 With this thy faire and outward character, 
 T prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteoufly) 
 Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde, 
 For fuch difguifeas haply fhall become 
 The forme of my intent. Ile ferve this Duke, 
 Thou fhalt prefent me as an Eunuchto him, 
 It thay be worth thy paines ; forl can fing, . 
 And {peaketo him in many forts of Muficke, 
 That will allow me very worth his fervice- 
 What elfe may hap, to time I will commit, 
 Onely fhape thou thy filence to my wit. 
 Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Hebe, 
 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not fec. 
 Vio. I thanke thee: Lead me on. Excunt. 
 
 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Enter Sir Toby, aud (Maria. 
 SirTo, What a plague meanes my Neece to take the 
 ae of her brother thus? Lam fure care’s anenemy to 
 life. 
 Mar. By my troth fir Toby, you muft come in earlyer 
 anights : youe Cofin, my Lady, takes great exceptions 
 to your ill houres. 
 To. Why let her except, before excepted. 
 (Mar. 1, but youmutt confine your ,felfe within the 
 modeft limits of order. 
 To. Confine? lle confine my felfeno finer then Tam: 
 thefe cloathesare good enough to drinke in, and fo be 
 thefe boots too; and they be not, Jetthem hang them- 
 {elves in their owne ftraps. 
 
 Mar. That quaifiag and drinking will undoe you : I 
 heard my Lady talke of it yefterday : and of a foolifh 
 knight that you brought in one nighthere, to be her 
 
 To. Who, Sir edndrew Agne-cheeke ? (weoer. 
 
 Ma. The. 
 
 To. He’s astall atfian as any’s in Illyria. 
 
 Ma. What’sthat toth’purpofe ? 
 
 To. Why he ha’s three thoufand ducats a yeere. 
 
 Ma. 1, but he'll have but a yeare inallthefe ducates : 
 He’savery foole, anda prodigall. 
 
 To. Fye, that you'll fay fo: he playes o’th Viol-de-gam- 
 boys, and {peakes three: or foure languages word for 
 4 word without booke,& hath all the good gifts of nature. 
 
 Mar. He hathindeed,almof naturall: for befides that 
 he’sa foole, he’s a great quarreller: and but that he hath 
 the gift ofa Coward, to allay the guft he hath in quarrel- 
 ling, *tisthought among the pradent, he would quickly 
 have the gift of agrave. 
 
 Tob. Bythis{handithey are fcoundrels and fubftrac- 
 tors that fay fo of him. Who are they ? 
 _ Mar, They that adde moreover, he’s drunke nightly 
 in your company. wa 
 
 To. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke 
 
 Twelfe N night, or, What you will, 
 
 to her as long asthere isa paflage in my throat,and drink | 
 in Wyria: he'sa Cowardanda Coyftrill that will nor} 
 drinke to my Neece, till his braines turne o’th toe, likea | 
 parith top. What wench ? Castine vulga: for here} 
 comes Sir Andrew Ague face. 
 Emer Sir Andrew. ew 
 
 eAnd. Sir Toby Belch. How now Sir Toby Belch? | 
 
 To. Sweet fir Andrew: .. 
 
 end. Blefle you faire Shrew. 
 
 Mar. And youtoo fir. 
 
 Toh. Accott Sir Andrew, accofts 
 
 eAud. What's that? . 
 
 To. My NeecesChamber-maid. 
 
 An. Good Mittrisaccoft,1 defire better acquaintance. | 
 
 Ma. My name isc Vary bir. i 
 
 And. Good miftris AZary, accoft. 1 
 
 To. You miftake knight : Accoit, is front her ,boord } 
 her, wooe her,aflayle her. - 
 
 As, By my troth! would not undertake her in this 
 company. Is thatthe meaning of Accoft? 
 
 (Mar. Fareyouwcell Gentlemen. a 
 
 To. And thou let part fo Sit e7adrew, would thou | 
 mightft never draw {word agen. a? 
 
 And. And you part fo miltris, I would I mightnever | 
 draw {word agen ; Faite Lady, doe youthinke youhave | 
 fooles in hand ? 
 
 Ma, Sir ,1 have not you by’th hand. 
 An. Marry but you fhall have, and heeres my had. 
 Mar. Now fir, thought is free: I pray you bring your | 
 handto’th Buttry barre, and let itdrinke. a 
 en. Wherefore ({weet-heart?) What's your Meta | — 
 phor? 
 
 Mar, It’s dry fire a 
 
 An. Why Ithinkefo: Tam not fuch an affe, but 1) 
 can keepe my hand dry. But what’s your jeft ? ‘E 
 
 da. A dry jeft Sir. ees S 
 
 end, Are youfuil ofthem? ; ae 
 
 Ma. 1 Sir, Uhave themat my fingers ends: marry low | 
 I Jet goe your hand, Iam barren. Exit Maria \ 
 
 Tob. O knight, thou lack’ ita cup of Canary : when} 
 did Ifectheefo putdowne? f 
 
 And. Never in your life I thinke; unleffe yonfee Ca- 
 nary putdowne : me thinkes fometimes I have no more 
 wit thena Chriftian, eran ordinary mans ha’s: bat] 
 ama great cater of beefe, andI beleeve that doesharme | - 
 to my wit. , 
 
 To. No queftion. : 
 
 An. And I thought that, I'de forfweare it. Te side | 
 home to morrow fir Toby. 
 
 To. Pur-quoy my deere knight ? 
 
 An. What is purguoy ? Doe,or not doe? I would I had 
 beftowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing 
 ees and beare-bayting ; @ had I but followed the 
 
 rts. i : 
 
 To. Then hadf thou had an excellent head of haire. 
 An, Why,would chat have mended my haire? 
 To. Paft queftion, for thou feet it will not coole my | 
 An, But it becomes me well enough, dof not? (nature 
 To.Excellent,it hangs like flax on a diftaffe:and I hope | 
 to feea hufwife take thee between her legs, & {pin itof. | 
 Ax.Faith Hehome to morrow fir Toby,your niece will 
 not be feene,or if the be it’s four to one, fhe’l none of mes | 
 the Count himfelfe here hard by, wooeshers 
 Te. She'll noneo’th Count, fhe’il nor match above het | 
 degree, neither in eftate yyeares,nor wit : I have heard het 
 fweare. Tut there’s life in’t man. % 
 
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“eAdnd. Ue ftay amoneth longer. I amja fellow o’th 
 ftrangeft mind ith world: I delight.in Maskes and Re- 
 vells fometimes altogether. 
 
 To. Art thou good at thefe kicke-chawfes Knight ? 
 
 And. AS any man in Hlyria, whatfoever he be, under 
 the degree of my betters,and yet I will not compare with 
 an ald man. 
 
 To. Whiat isthy excellence ina galliard, knight ? 
 | Aad. Faith, Ican catacaper, 
 . To. And leancutthe Mutton too’t. : 
 And. And | thinke I have the backe-tricke, fimply as 
 ftrong asany man in Illyria. 
 
 Te. Wherefore are thefe things hid? Wherefore have 
 thefe gifts a Curtaine before ‘em ? Arethey like to take 
 duft, like Miftris AZs/s piure ? Why dott thou not goe 
 to Charch ina Galliard, and come home ina Carranto? 
 | My very walke fheuld bea ligge : I wouldnot fo much 
 as make water but ina Sinke-a-pace : What dooeft thou 
 meane ? Is ita world to hidevertues in? I did thinke by 
 the excellent conftitution of thy legge, it was form’d un- 
 | derthe ftarre of a Galliard. 
 
 And. 1,’tis trong, and it does indifferent well in a 
 | dam’dcolour’d ftocke. Shall we fit about fome Revels ? 
 
 To. What fhall we doe <l{é : were we not borne under 
 Fanrut? 
 
 And. Taurus ? That fidesand heart. 
 _ To. Nofir, itis leggs and thighes : let me fee thee ca- 
 per. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire, 
 | asl. It che Duke continue thele favours towards you 
 | Cefarto,you are like tobe much advane’d,he hath known 
 
 | you but three dayes, and already you are no ftranger. , 
 _] | Vie. Youcither feare his humour, or my negligence, 
 | that you call in queftion the continuance of his love. Is 
 _} he inconttant fir, in his favours? 
 | / Fat. No deleeve me. 
 2 ie Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants, 
 | Ye. I thanke you : here comes the Count. 
 | ‘Duk, Who faw Cefaria hoa? 
 | Wo. On your attendance my Lord heere. 
 
 Dz. Stand youa-whilealoote. Cefarie, 
 
 Thou knowft noleffe, but all : | have unclafp’d 
 Tothee the booke even of my fecret foule. ; 
 _ | Therefore good youth, addreffe thy gate unto her, 
 _ | Benot deni’d acceffe, (tand at her doores, : 
 
 And telithem, there thy fixed foot fhall grow 
 
 Tillthou have audience. 
 | < Yo. Sure my Noble Lord, 
 
 If fhe be fo abandon’d to her forrow 
 
 As itis (poke, the never will admit me. 
 
 | Da. Beclamorons, and leapeall civill bounds, 
 
 Rather then make unprofited returne. ; 
 _ |. Vio, Say I doe {peake with her (my Lord) what then? 
 +} Dak; Othen, unfold the paifion of my love, 
 _ | Surprize her with difcourfe of my deere faith ; 
 It fhall become thee well toact_ my woes + 
 She willartend it better in thy youth, 
 Then ina Nuntio’s of more grave afpect, 
 | Gio. Ithinkenotio, my Lords 
 | Dak, Deere Lad, beleeve st ; 
 
 se 4 
 
 e 
 
 ee 
 
 T welft Night, or What you will, 
 
 ¢| AlLif you will ; for I my felfe am bett 
 
 457 
 
 For they fhall yet belye thy happy yeeres, 
 
 That fay thon art aman ; Déaras lip ae: 
 Is not more {mooth, and rubions : thy fmall pipe 
 Is as the maidens organ, fhrill, and found, 
 
 And all is femblativea womans part. 
 
 Iknow thy conitcllation isright apt 
 
 For this affaire ; {ome foure or fiveattend him, 
 
 When leaft in company : profper well inthis, 
 And thou fhaltlive as freely as thy Lord, 
 To call his fortunes thine. - 
 Use. Me doe my beft 
 To wooe your Lady : yet a barrefull ftrife, 
 Whoere I wooe, my feife would be his wife, Exewne. , 
 
 Scana Quinta. 
 
 Enter Maria, and (lowne. 
 
 (Mar. Nay ,cither telime where thouhatt bin, or] 
 will not open my lips fo wideasa brisfe may enter, in 
 way of thy excufesmy lady wil hang thee for thy abfence. 
 
 Clo. Lether hang me: he that is well hang’de in’ this 
 world, needsto feare no colours. 
 
 Ma. Make that good. 
 
 Clo. He thall {ee none to feare. - 
 
 Mar. A good lenton an{wer : can tell thee where 
 that faying was borne, of I feare no colours. 
 
 Clo, Where good miftris Mary ? 
 
 _ Mar. \nthe warres, and thar may you be bold to fay 
 in your foolery. ; 
 
 Cl. Well, God give them wifedome that have it : 
 and thofe that are foo'es, let them ute their talents. 
 
 Mar, Yet you will be hang’d for being fo iong  ab- 
 fent, or be turn’d away : is not that as good as a hanging 
 to you? 
 
 Ch, Many a good hanging, preventsabad marriage : 
 and for-turning away, let fummer beare it out. 
 
 ” Mar. Your are refolute then ? 
 
 Ch. Not foneither, but am refolv’d on two points. 
 
 Mar. Vhat it one breake, the other will hola: or if 
 both breake, your gask ins fall. ’ 
 
 Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt : well goe thy way, if 
 fir Toby would \cave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece 
 of Eves flefh, asany in lilyria. 
 
 Mar. Peace yourogue, no moreo’that: here comes 
 my Lady : make your excufe wifely, your were bet. 
 
 Enter Lady Olivia, with Malvolia, 
 
 Clo. Wit, and’c be thy will,put me into good fooling: 
 thofe witsthat thinke they have thee, do very oft prove 
 fooles : and Fthat am fureHlacke thee, may paffe fora 
 wife mans For what fayes Pusinapalus, Better a witty 
 foole, then a foolifh wit. God bleffe thee Lady. . 
 
 Ol. Takerhe tooleaway. ~ 
 
 Cle. Doe younot heare fellowes, take away the Lady. 
 
 Ol, Goe too, y’areadry foolé : Ile no more of youtbe- 
 fides you grow dif-honeft. ) 
 
 Cl. Two faults Madona, that drinke and good counfll 
 will amend:for give the dry foole drinke.then is the foole 
 notdry:bid the difhoneft mao mend himfelfe. if he mend, } 
 heisnolonger difhonelt ; ifhe cannot, let the Borche; 
 mend him:zany thing that’s mended is but parch’d:vertue 
 that tranfgreffes, is but patcht with finne, and fin that a— 
 mends, isbut patcht with vertue. If that this fimple |. 
 Sillogifne willferve, fo: 3 it will not; what remedy > 
 
 ¥y ee Pt 
 
Asthere is no true Cuckold but calamity, fo beautie’s a 
 fower;The Lady bad takeaway the foole,therefore I fay 
 againe, take her away. 
 
 Ol. Sir, [bad them take away you. 
 
 Clo. Mifprifion in the higheft degree. Lady,Cucwlls 
 won faci: monachum + that’sasmuch to fay,as I wearenot 
 motley inmy braine: good A¢adona, give me leave to 
 prove you a foole, 
 
 ol. Can you doe it? 
 
 Clo. Dexterionifly good Madona. 
 
 ol. Make your proofe. 
 
 Clo. I rautt catechize you for it Madona, 
 Moufe of vertue anfwer me. 
 
 Ol. Weil fir, for want of other idleneffe, Ile bide your 
 proofe. scale 
 ~ Ch. Good. Madona, why mournft thou ? 
 
 O/, Good foole, for my brothers death. 
 
 (lo. I thinke his foule is in hell, AZadona. 
 
 Ol. 1 know his foule is in heaven, foole. 
 
 (lo. Themore foole (A4sdona) to mourne for your 
 Brothers foule, being inhcaven. Take away the foole, 
 Gentlemen. 
 
 OZ, Whatthinke you ofthis foole A4a/velie, doth he 
 not mend? . 7 
 
 Mal. Yes,and hall doe, tillthe pangs of death fhake 
 him : Infirmity that decaies the wife,dothever make the 
 better foole. 
 
 Clo. God fend you fir,a fpeedy Infirmity for the bet- 
 ter increafing your folly : Sir Toby will be {worne that 
 Tam no Fox, but he will not pafle his word for twopence 
 that you are no foole. 
 
 ol, How fay youtothat ALalvolio ? 
 
 Mal. { marvell your Ladythip takes delight in fuch 
 abarren rafcall: I faw him put downe the other day with 
 an ordinary foole, that hasno more braine then a ftone. 
 Looke younow, he's out of his gard already: unleffe you 
 langh and minifter occafion to him, ‘he is gag’d.J proiett 
 Itakethefe Wifemen, thav crow {o at thefe fet kind of 
 fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies. 
 
 Gl. Oyouare ficke of felfe-love Afalvolie, and tafte 
 witha diitemper’d appetite. To be generous, guitiefle, 
 
 Good my 
 
 bolts, that youdeeme Cannon bullets : There isno flan- 
 der inanallow’d foole, though he doenothing but rayle; 
 nor norayling, ina knowne difcreet man,though he doe 
 nothing but reprove. 
 
 (lo. Now Mercury indue thee with leafing, for thou 
 
 {peak’ft well of fooles. 
 Enter Maria. 
 
 Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentle- 
 man, muchdefires te {peake with you. 
 
 ol. From the Count Orfino, is it? 
 
 Ada. Tknow not (Madam) ’tis a faire young man,and 
 well attended. 
 
 ol. Who of my people hold him is delay ? 
 
 (Ma. Six Toby Madam, your kinfman. 
 
 Ol, Fetch him off I pray you, he {peakesnothing but 
 madinan: Fye onhim. Goe you Aalwvolio ; If it be a 
 fuite from the Count, Iam ficke, ornot at home.What 
 you will, to difmiffe it. Exit Malvo, 
 Now you fee fir, how your fooling growes old, and 
 people diflike it. 
 
 Clo, Thou haft {poke for us (A4adona) asif thy eldeft 
 fonne fhould beafoole: whofe fcull, love cramme with 
 braines, for heere he comes. Enter Sir Toby. 
 
 One of thy kinhas a moft weake Pia-mater. 
 
 Twelfe Night, or, W hat you will, | 
 
 and of free difpofition, isto take thofe things tor Bird- 
 
 a 
 
 Ol. By mine honor halfedrunke. What is herat the{ — 
 gate Cofin? Mess |! 
 To. A Gentleman. me ta, 
 Oo/. AGentleman? What Gentleman? ‘eo oe 
 To. *Tisa Gentlemanhere A plague o’thefe pickle ra 
 herring : How now Sot. 
 (%. Good Sir Toby. 
 Ol, Cofin, Cofin, how have you come fo earely by 
 this Lethargy? 
 Tob. Letchery, I 
 gate. 
 O/. I marry, what is he? sph SL 
 To, Lethim be the divell and he will, Icare not: give | 
 me faith fay I. Well, it’sall one. Exit. 
 Ol, Whar’sa drunken man like, foole? Dod 
 _( to, Likea drown’d man, afoole, andamadman: | 
 One draught aboue heate, makes hima foole, thefecond 
 maddes him, and a third drowneshim. aha 
 ol. Goe thou and fecke the Crowner, and let himfit | 
 o'my Coz: for he’s inthe third degree of drinke : he’s 
 drown’d : goe looke after him. ee 
 (“oz He is but mad yet Adadona, and the foole fhall | 
 looke to the madman. Bee 
 / Enter Malvolio, Ee 
 Mal, Madam , yond young fellow fweares hee will} — 
 fpeake with you. J told him you were ficke,hetakeson | 
 him to underftand fo much,and therfore comes to {peake | 
 with you.J told him you were afleepe he feemesto have | — 
 afore knowledge of that too, and thevefore comes to. 
 {peake with you. What isto be faid to him Lady, he’s | — 
 fortified againft any dentall. ; 1 
 ol. Tell him, he fhall not fpeake with me. ee 
 Mal. Ha’s beene told fo ; andhe fayes he'll ftand at | 
 . your doore like a Sheriffes poft, and be the fupporter to | 
 ) abench, but he'll fpeake with you. a 
 Ol. Whatkind o’man is he ? 
 Mal. Why of mankind. 
 Ol. What manner of man? ; 
 Mal. Of very iil manner: he'll fpeake with you,w 
 yon, or no. ko ae 
 ol, Of what perfonage, and yeeres is he?’ A 
 €Mal, Not yet old enongh for aman,nor yong enough } 
 for a boy :as afquahh is before tis a pefcod, or a Codli 
 when tisalmoftan Apple : Tis with him in ftanding wae 
 ter, betweene boy and man. He isvery well-favour’d, | 
 and he {peakes very fhrewifbly : One would thinke his | 
 mothers milke were {carfe out of him. : 
 
 defie Letchery : there’s oneat the a 
 
 Ol. Lethimapproach: Call in my Gentlewoman, | 
 Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calls. Exit. | 
 Enter Maria, B 
 
 ol. Give me my vaile : comethrow itoremy face, | 
 We'll once more heare Or/inos Embaffie. bs 
 Enter Viola. iets 5 
 Vis. The honorable Lady of the houfe; whichis the? | _ 
 Ol. Speake to me, I thall anfwer for her: your will | ~ 
 Vio. Mott radiant, exquifite, and unmatchable beau- | 
 ty. Ipray youtell me if this be the Lady of the houfe,| 
 for I never faw her. I would befoath to caft away my | 
 fpeech : for befides thatit isexcellently well pend,I have | 
 taken great painesto con it. Good Beauties, let me-fa- | 
 ftainenofcorne; Iam very comptible, even tothe leaft | 
 : finifter vfage. . oa 
 Ol, Whence came you fir? - ini ae 
 Vio. 1 can faylittle more then T have ftudied, andthat | 
 queftion’s out of my part. Good gentle one, give me} 
 modeft affurance, if yoube the Lady of the houfé, that | 
 
 % 
 
| Imay proceede in my fpeech. 
 Ol. Are you a Comedian? 
 Vio. Nomy profound heart: and yet (by the very 
 phangs of malice, I {weare) 1 am not that 1 play. Are you 
 the Lady of the houfe ? 
 Ol. If 1doe not ufurpe my felfe, Iam. 
 Vio. Molt certaine, if you are the, you doenfurp your 
 | felte: for what is yours to beftow, is,not yours to re- 
 ferve. Butrhis is from my Commiffion : I will on with 
 my {peech in your praife, and thea fhew you the heart of 
 | my mefiage, 
 Ols Come to what is important in’t : 1 forgive you 
 the praife. 
 | V4. Alas, I tooke great paines to ftudy it, and tis Poe- 
 | ticall. 
 | O04 itis the more like tobe feigned,I pray you keepe 
 itin.I heard you were fawcy at my gates,and allowd your 
 | approach rather to wonderat you, then to heare you.If 
 } you benotmad, be gon: ifyouhave reafon, bebreefe : 
 | *tis not that time ef Moone with me, to make one info 
 | skipping a dialogue, 
 | Ma. Will you hoyft fayle fir, here lyes your way. 
 Vio. Nogood {wabber, Iamto hull here a little lon- 
 "| ger. Some mollification for your Giant, {weet Lady ; 
 | tell me your mind, I am ameffenger. 
 | 4, Sure you have fome hiddeous matter to deliver, 
 | when the curtefic of it is fo fearetull. Speake your oilice. 
 Vio. Italone concernes your care: 1 bring no over- 
 | ture of warre, no taxation of homage ; I hold tke-Olyfte 
 | in my hand : my words are as full of peace, asmatter. — 
 | Of Yet youbegan rudely. What are you? 
 | What would you? 
 | Ve. Therudeneffethat hath appear’d in me, haveI 
 | learn’d frommy entertainment. What Iam, and. what I 
 | would, areas fecret asa maiden-heard : to your eares, 
 | Divinity ; toany others, prophanation. : 
 | Ol. Give usthe placealone. 
 | We will heare this divinity. Now fir,what is your text? 
 ‘| Vio. Mott {weet Lady. : 
 | Ol. Acomfortable doftrine, and much may be faid of 
 | it. Where lyes your Text ? 
 |. Hae. In Orfinoes bofome. ' . 
 | O24 inhisbofome? In what chapter of his bofome ? 
 | Vo. To anfwer by the method, inthe firft of his heart. 
 |  O/ O, thaveread ic: itis herefie.Have youno more 
 | to fay? ; 
 | Fe. Good Madam, let me {ee your face. 
 Ol Have you any Commiflion from your Lord, to 
 | Negotiate with my face : youarenow out of your Text; 
 } but we willdraw the Curtaine, and fhew you the picture. 
 whe you fir, {uch a one I wasthis prefent : Ift not well 
 “| done ? : 
 | Vio. Excellently done, if God didall. 
 | O}. ’Tisin-graine fir, “twill endure winde and .wea- 
 teers | ; 
 Vio. Tis beauty truly. blent, whofe red and white, 
 Natures owne fweet, and canning hand laid on : 
 | Lady, you are the cruell i fhealive, 
 | Ifyou will leade thefe graces tothe grave, 
 -} And leave the world no copy- : 
 Ol. O fir, I willnot be fo hard-hearted : I will give 
 _outdivers{cedules of my beauty. It fhall be Inventoried 
 and every particle and vtenfile labeli’d tomy will: As, 
 Item twolippes indifferent red, Item two grey eyes, 
 | with lids tothem:Item one necke,one chin,and {0 forth, 
 
 = Were you fent hither to praife me ? 
 
 ~~ Livelfi Night, or What yon will, 
 
 Icannotlove him: let him fend no mere, 
 Voileffe (perchance) you come to me againe, 
 
 259 | 
 
 Vio. I {ee you what you are, you are too proud s 
 But if you were the divell,you are faire : 
 My Lord, and mafter lovesyou: O fuchlove 
 Could be but recompenc’d, though you were crown'd 
 The non-pareill of beauty. 
 Ol. How dees he love me? 
 Vio. Withadorations, fertill teares, , 
 With groanes that thunder love, with fighes of fire. 
 Os. Your Lord does know my mind,| cannot lone him 
 Yet I fuppofe him vertuous, know him noble, 
 Of great eftate, of frefh and tiainelefie youth ; 
 In voyces well divulg’d, free, learn’d, and valiant, 
 And indimenfion, and the fhape of nature, . 
 A gracions perfon ; But yet I cannot love him : 
 He might haue tooke his anfwer long agoe 
 Vie. If I did love you inmy matters faitic, 
 With fuch a fuffring, fucha deadly.life : 
 Tn your deniall, I would find no fence, 
 T would not underftand it. 
 Ol. Why, what would you? 
 Pio. Make mea willow Cabineat your gate, 
 And call upon my foule within the hovfe, 
 Write loyall Cantons of contemned love, 
 And fing them lowd even inthe dead of night: 
 Hoilaw your name to the reverberate hilles, 
 And make the babling Goffip of the ayre, 
 Cry owt Ofivia : O you fhould not reft 
 Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth, 
 But you fhouid pitty me. 
 O/. You might doe much : 
 What is your Parentage? 
 Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well : 
 I ama Gentleman. 
 Of. Get youro your Lord: 
 
 a 
 
 To tellme how he takes it ; Fare youwell: 
 I thanke you for your paines : {pend this for me. 
 
 Vio. Lamno feede-poatt, Lady ; keepeyour purfe, 
 My Matter, not my felfe, lackes recompence- 
 Love make his heart of flint, that you {hall love. 
 And let your fervour like my Matters be, 
 
 Plac’d incontempt : Farwell fayre cruelty. 
 
 Ol. What is your Parentage ? 
 Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well : 
 
 Tam a Gentleman. Hebe {worne thou art, 
 Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbes, aCtions, and {pirit, 
 Doe give thee five-fold blazon : nottoo faft ; fott, foft, 
 Vnlefle the Mafter werethe man. How now? 
 Even foquickly may one catch the plague? 
 Methinkes I feele this youths perfections 
 Wich an invifible,and fubtle ftealth = ..- 
 To creepein at mine, eyes. Well, let it bes - 
 What hoa, (Ualvolio. 
 
 Enter Malvolio. 
 
 Mal, Heere Madam, at your fervice- 
 
 O/, Ranne after that fame peevifh Meflenger 
 The Conntsman: he leftthis Ring behind him, 
 Would I, or not : tell hima, Ile none of it. 
 
 Defirehim notto flatter with his Lordy: 
 Nor hold him up with hopes, Lam notfor him: * 
 
 If that the youth wilkcome this way tomorrow, 
 Ile give him reafonsfor’t : hyethee Malvolio, 
 (Mal, Madam, I will. y 
 
 Ol, Idoe 1 know not what,and feareto find 
 Mihe eyetoogreata flateerer for my mind: . -.. i 
 
 siamese dae ntaneeedinehnnan net ee 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit. 
 
Twelfe N night, or, Wi hatyouwill. 
 
 into a defperate affurance, fhe will none of him. And a 
 thing more, that you be never fo hardy to come againe } 
 in his affaires, unlefle ic be to repert your Lords taking 
 of this: receive it fo. : 
 Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Henone of it. 
 (Mal. Comefir, you peevifhly threw it to her :and 
 her willis, it fhould be 10 return’d : If it be worth ftog- 
 ping for, there it lyes, in your eye : ifnot, beit histhat 
 tinds it. Ein, | 
 Vio, Ileft no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady? 
 Fortune forbid my out-fide have not charm’dher: 
 She made good view of me, indeed fo much, 
 That fure me thought ker eyes had loft her tongue, 
 For fhe did {peake in ftarts diftractedly. 
 She loves me fure, the cunning of her paffion 
 Invites me in this churlifh meflenger : 
 None of my Lords Ring ? Why he fent her none? 
 Iam the man, ifit befoas tis, fresh 
 Poore Lady, fhe were vetter love adreame: 
 Difguife, 1 fee thon arta wickednefle, 
 Whereinthe pregnant enemy does much. 
 
 How eafieisit, for the proper falfe 
 
 In womens waxen hearts to fet their formes : 
 Alas, our frailty isthe caufe, not we, 
 
 For fach as we are made, it {uch we be: 
 
 How will this fadge ? My maiter lovesher deerely, 
 And 1 (poore moniter) fond afmuch on him: 
 
 And fhe (miftaken) feemes to dote on me : 
 
 Whar will become of this? As lam man, 
 
 My ftate 1s defperate for my maifters love ; 
 
 As Tam woman (now alas the da 
 
 What chriftleffe fighes thall poore O4via breathe ? 
 O time, thou muit untangle this, not I, 
 
 It is too harda knot for me t'unty. 
 
 Fate, thew thy force, our felves we doe not owe. 
 
 What is decreed, mult be : and bethis fo. oe 
 Finis, Alas prim. 
 
 ne 
 
 Astus Secundus. Scena Prima, 
 
 Enter Antonio, and Sebaftsan. 
 e4m. Willyou ftay no longer : nor will you not that I 
 oe with you? f 
 
 x Seb, By your patience,no: my ftarres fhine darkely 
 over me ; the malignancy ofmy fate, might perhaps di- 
 {temper yours , therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, 
 that I may beare my evills alone. It were a bad recom- 
 pence for your love, to lay any of themon you. ; 
 
 An, Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. 
 
 Seb. No footh fir, my determinate voyage is meere 
 extravagancy. But I perceive in you fo excellent a touch 
 of modefty, that you will not extort fromme, what lam 
 willing to keepein : thereforeit charges me 1n manners; 
 the rather to exprefle my elfe: you muft_know ot mee 
 then Antonio, my name is Sebaftias (which I call’d Rodoe- 
 rigo) my father wasthat Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom | 
 know you have heard of. Heleft behind him, my felfe, 
 anda fitter, both borne in anhoure: if the Heavens hid 
 beene plea{’d, would we had {o.ended. But you fir, al- 
 ter’d that, forfome houre before you tooke me from the 
 | breach of the fea, was my fitter drown’d. 
 
 An. Alasthe day! 
 
 Seb. A Lady fir,though it was faid fhe much refem- 
 bled me,was yet of many accounted beautifull:but rhough 
 I could not with fuch eftimable wonder over-farre be- 
 leevethat, yet thus farreI will boldly publith her, fhe 
 Siscatianl thatenvy could not but call faire: Shee is 
 drown’d already fir wich falt water, though I feeme to 
 drowne her remembrance againe with more. 
 e4nt. Pardon me fir, your bad entertainment. 
 
 Seb. O.good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 
 | Ant. Tf you will not murther me for my love, Iet me 
 be your fervant. ; 
 
 Seb. 1f you willnotundoe what you have done, thatis 
 killhim, whom you have recouer’d, defire it not. Fare 
 ye wellat once, my bofome is full of kindnefle, and I 
 am yet fo neere the manners of my mother, that upon the 
 leaft occafion more, mine eyes will tell talesof me: Iam. 
 bonnd to the Count Orfino’s Court, farewell. Ext. 
 
 eAn. Thegentleneffe of all the gods goe with thee : 
 
 I have many enemies iu Orfino’s Court, 
 
 Elfe would I very fhortly {ce thee there : 
 
 But come what may, I doe adore thee fo, 
 
 That danger fhall {eeme fport, and 1 will goe: Exit. 
 
 Scena T ertia, 
 
 Enter Sir Toby, ana Sir Andrew. - 
 ‘Fob. Approach Sir edndrew: not to be abedafter 
 midiight, iste be up betimes,and Dihculo furgere, thou 
 know ft. oo 
 And. Nay by my troth Iknow net : but! know, to} 
 be up late, isto be up late. ea 
 To. A falfeconclufion: Ihateitasan unfill’'d Cannes | 
 To be up after midnight, and to goe to bed then is early: 
 fothat to goeto bed after midnight, is to goe to bed be- | 
 times. Does not our lives confiit of the foure Ele. 
 ments ? ¥ ise 
 en, Faith fothey fay, but I thinke it rather eonfifts | 
 of cating and drinking. ere 
 To, Tharta {choller ; let us therefore eate and drinke, | 
 (Marian lay,a ttoope of wine. - biel 
 Enrer Clowne. 
 And. Heerecomes the foole yfaith. : 
 Clo. How now apy hearts: Did you never fee the Pic 
 ture of we three? pet on 
 Te. Welcome affe, now let’s havea catch." | 
 Ana, By my troth the foole has an ‘excellent breaft. I 
 had rather then forty fillings I had {uch a fegge, and fo 
 fweeta breathito fing, as'the fool bas, Tafoorethod watt | 
 in very gracious fooling laft night, when thou fpok’ft of | 
 Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians palling the Equinoctiall of 
 Qucnbus twas very good yfaith : I fent thee sence 
 or 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Viola, and Malvolio, at feverall doores. 
 Mal. Were not you cu’nnew,; with the Counteffe O- 
 livia? 5 | | 
 Vio. ven now fir, ona moderatepace, Ihave {ince 
 ariv’d but hither. tsetse. 
 
 - Mal. She returnes this Ring te you (fir) you might 
 have faved me my ‘paines, to have taken it away your 
 | felfe. She adds moreover, that you fhonld put your Lor 
 
 id 
 
Tivelft Night, or What youwill. 
 
 for thy Lemon, hadft it? = 
 Clo, I did impeticos thy gratillity ; for A44/velios nofe 
 isno Whip-flocke. My Lady hasa white hand, and the 
 Mermidons arene bottle-ale houfes. 
 Ax. Excellent: Why this is the beft fooling, when 
 all isdone.Now a fong. 
 To, Come on, there isfixe pence for yous Let's have 
 frafonge. ' tre ' 
 - e4n.- There's ateftrill of me too: ifone knight give a- 
 ' Clo. Would you have a love-fong, or a fong of good 
 life ? 
 To. Alove fong,a love fong. 
 An, 1, 1.1 care not for good life. 
 Clowne fings. 
 __ O Mistris mine whereare you voming ? 
 _ O ftay and heare, your tr#e loves coming, 
 That can fing both bigh and low. 
 Trip no further pretty {weeting. 
 Tourneys end in lovers meeting. 
 Every wife mans [onne doth know. 
 Ax, Excellent good, ifaith. 
 To. Good,good. — 
 Clos What is love, ’tis not heereafter, 
 Prefent mirth, bath prefent langhter : 
 What's to come, 0 Still wn(ure. 
 Indelay there lyes no plenty, 
 Then come kilfe me [weet andiwenty 
 Youths a ftufft will not endure. 
 An, A mellifluousvoyce, as Iam true knight. 
 Zo. A contagious breath. 
 ein, Very {weet, and contagious ifaith. 
 To. Toheare by the nofe, itis dulcet in contagion. 
 ‘} But fhall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall we 
 rowze the night-Owle ina Catch that will drawe three 
 | fonles out of one Weaver? Shall we doe that ? 
 | And. And you love me,let’s doo’t : Lam dogge at a 
 » | Catch... ; 
 | Clo. Byrlady fir, and fome dogs will catch well, 
 | end. Moltcertaine : Let our Catch be, Thow Kuane. 
 | (%. Holdthy peace, thou Knave knight. 1 {hall be con; 
 
 ~ | ftrain’d in’, to call thee Knave, Knight. 
 
 |) evn. ’Tisnotthe firlttime! have conftrained one to 
 call me knave. Begin foole : itbegins, Hold thy peace. 
 (4. I thall never begin if Lhold my peace. _, 
 Ax, Goodifaith; Come begin. (atch fang. 
 ‘ Enter Maria. 
 | Adar. What acatterwalling docyou keepe heere? If 
 "| my Lady have not cali’d up her Steward A¢a/volo, and 
 | bid him turne you out of doores, nevertruft me. 
 
 “Ta. My Lady’sa(atayan, we are politicians, ALalwolios 
 aPeg-a-ramfic, and Térde merry men be we. Am not I 
 | confanguinious? Am1 not of aer blood : tilly vally. Lar 
 dy ! There dwelt amanin Babylon, Lady, Lady. - 
 
 Clo, Befhrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling, 
 
 Ax, I, hedo’s well enough ifhe be difpof'd, and fo doe 
 Itoo : he does it withabetter grace, but I doe it more 
 haturall, 
 
 To, O the twelfe day of Decemier, 
 
 Mar, For the love o’Ged peaces 
 
 Enter Malvolio, 
 
 Hal. My mattersare you mad? Or what are you? 
 Have youno wit, manners, nor honefty, but te gabble 
 like Tinkers at this time of night? Doe yee make an Ale- 
 houfe of my Ladies hoife, that ye fqueak out your Cozi- 
 ers Catches without any mitigation or remorfe of yoyce? 
 Isthere no refpeét of place, perlons, rior time in you ? 
 
 i 
 
 To. Wedid keepe time fir in onr Catches. Snecke up... 
 Mal, Sir Toby, Lmakberound with you. My Lady 
 bad me tell you, that though fhe harbors you a9 her kinf- 
 man, fhe’s nothing ally*dto your diforders. If you can _ 
 {eparate your felfe and your mifdemeatiors, you are wel- 
 cometothe honfe : ifnot,and ic woald pléafe’ you to take | 
 leave of her, fhe is very willing to bid you farewell.” 
 To. Farewell deere heart, fince I muit needs be gone. 
 Mar, Nay, good Sir Toby.’ eee mtg 
 Ch. His eyes doe thew his dayes are aloft done, 
 Mal. Ist even{o? haha ts 
 To. But Iwillnevery dye. 
 Ch. Sir Toby there you lye- YS 
 Mal. Thisis much ¢redit toyou., 
 To. Shall I bid him goet hiest 
 Clo. What and if you doe? 
 To. Shah I bid him goe, and {pare mot? 
 Clo. Ono, no, no, no, you dare ne, ; 
 To. Qut o’tune fir, ye lye: Artany more chen.a Stew. 
 
 x 
 > .-\ 
 
 ard? Doftthou thinke becaufe thou art vertuous, there 
 
 fhall be no more Cakesand Alc? “ 
 Cl. Yesby S. e4nne, and Ginger fhall be het y’th 
 mouthtgo, .. 
 
 To. Th’artithright. Goe fir,rub your Chaine with 
 crums. A ftope cf Wine AZaria. ri 
 
 Mal. Mifiris Mary, if-you priz’d my Ladyes favour 
 at any thing more then contempt, you would not give 
 meanes for this uncivill rule ; fhe fhall know of ic by this 
 hand. Konto Exits 
 
 Mar.Goe fhake your eares. * 
 
 An. "Twere as gooda deed as to drinke when a mais 
 ahungry, to challenge him the field; and thento breake 
 promife with him,and axake a foole of him. 
 
 Jo. Doo’t knight, Iie write thee a Challenge : or Tle 
 deliver thy indignationto him by word of mouth. 
 
 Mar, Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night ; Since 
 the youth of thé. Counts was today with my Lady, theis 
 much out ef quiet. Por Mountienr AZa/volio, let me alone 
 with him: If bdoe not gull hie into an ayword,and make 
 hima common recreation, doe not thinke I have wit e- 
 nongh tolye ftraightinmy bed’: I know I.can doe it. 
 
 To. Pofleffe us, pofiefieus, tell us fomething of him. 
 
 (Mar. Marry fir, fometimes heisa kindof Purirane. 
 
 4m. Q, if ithought that; Ide beate him likea dogge. 
 
 To, What for being a Puritan, chy exqnifite.reafon, 
 deere knight, 
 
 As, T haveno exquifite rezfon fox’s, but I have reafon 
 good enough. 
 
 Mar. The diy’il a Puritatie that he is, or any thing 
 conftantly but a time-pleafer, an alfection’d Affe, that 
 Cons State without booke,and utters it by great fwarths. 
 The beft perfwaded of himfelfe:tocram’d(as he thinkes) 
 with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all 
 that looke on him, love him: and omthat vice in hit, will 
 my revenge find aotable canfe to'worke, 
 
 To. Whatwiltthoudoe? « ... 
 
 Mar. 1 will drop in‘his way fome obfcure Epiftlés of 
 love, wherein by the colour of his beard,the fhape of his 
 legge, the manner of his gate, the expreffure of his eye, } 
 forehead, and complection, he fhall find bimfelfe moft 
 feelingly perfonated, I cau write very like'my Lady 
 your Neece, onaforgotten matter weedn hardly make 
 diftintion of our hands. 
 
 To. Excellent, I {mella device. 
 
 An. J hav’tin my nofe too, eae 
 To. He fhall thinke by the Letters that thou wiltdro, 
 
that they come from my Necce, and that the’s in love 
 with him 
 
 Mar. My purpofeis indeed a horfe ofthat colour, 
 
 An. And your horfe now would make him an Affe. 
 
 (Mar. Affe, I doubt not. 
 
 e4n, Otwill be admirable. 
 
 Mar. Sport royallI warrant you : I knew my Phy- 
 ficke will worke with bim, ‘I will plant you two,and let 
 1 rhe Foole makeathird, where he fhall find the Letter : 
 obférve this conftruction of it :For thisnight to bed,and 
 dreame on theevent. Farewell. Ext. 
 
 To. Good night Penthifilea. 
 
 An. Before me fhe’sa good wench. 
 
 To. She’s a beagle, trae bred, and one that adores me; 
 ~whato' that? 
 
 An. 1 was ador’d once too, 
 
 To. Let’s to bed knight: Thou hadft neede fend for 
 more meney- 
 
 ‘An. YfL cannot recover your Neece, ama foule way 
 out. t 
 
 To. Send for money knight, ifthou haft her not 1 th 
 end, call me Cut. : 
 
 4n. Tf 1 doe not, never truft me, take it how you will. 
 
 To. Come, come, He goe burne fome Sacke,tis too late 
 to goetobed now: Come knight, come knight. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 PSA ee ME EO 
 
 _——_— 
 —— er me 
 
 Enter Dake, Viola, Curio, and others. 
 
 Dw.Give me fome Muficke; Now good morrow friends 
 Now good Cefario, butthat peece of fong, 
 That old and Anticke fong we heard laft night's 
 Me thought it did releeve my paffion much, 
 
 More then light ayres, and recollected termes 
 Of thefe mott briske and giddy-paced times, 
 Come, but one verfe. 
 
 Cu.He isnot here (fo pleafe your Lordfhip) that fhould 
 fing its : 
 
 Du, Whowasit 2 
 
 Cur. Feite the Iclter my Lord, a foole that the Lady 
 Oliviaes Father tooke much delight in. He is about the 
 houfe. 
 
 Duk, Seeke him out, and play the tune the while. 
 
 Muficke playes. 
 Come hither Boy, if ever thou fhalt love 
 Inthe {weet pangs of it, remember me 2; 
 For fuch as ] am, all true Lovers are, 
 Vnitaid and skittith in all motions elfe, 
 Save in the conftant image of the creature 
 Thatis belov’d. How doft thou like this tune 2 
 Vio. It givesavery ecchotothe feat 
 Where love is thron’d. ; 
 Du. Thou doft {peake matterly, 
 My life upon’c, yong though thou art, thine eye 
 Hath ftaid upon fome favour that it loves : 
 Hath it not boy ? 
 Vio. Alittle, by your favor. 
 Da, What kind of woman ift? 
 Vie. Of your complection. 
 Dx. She is not worth thee then. W hat yeares ifaith > 
 _ Vio. About your yeares: my Lord. 
 * Du, Too eld by heaven: Let ftill che woman take 
 
 Tivel t Night, or VW bat yon will 
 
 | Morelonging, wavering, fooner loft and worne, 
 
 ‘ Being once difplaid, doth fall that very houre. 
 
 An elder then her felfe,fo wearesfhetohim: = J 
 So. {wayes fhe levell in her husbands heart : | 
 For boy, however we doe praife our felves, 
 Our fancies are more giddy and unfirme, 
 
 Then womensare. — 
 Vio. \ thinke it well my Lord. 
 Du. Then let thy Love be yongerthen thy felfe, ” 
 Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : . 
 For women areas Rofes, whofe faire fowre 
 
 Vw. Andfothey are :alas, thatthey are fo: 
 
 To dye, even when they to perfection grow. 
 Lyter Curio, and Clowne. 
 
 Duk, O fellow come, the fong we had laft night : 
 Marke it C4/arto, itis old and plaine ; 
 The Spiniters and the Knitters in the Sun, 
 And the free maids that weave their thred with bones, ” 
 Doe ufeto chant it: it is filly footh, 
 And dallies with the innocence of love, 
 Like the oldage. . 
 
 Clo. Are you ready Sir ? 
 
 Duk, Iprethee fing. 
 
 Maficke. 4 
 The Song. 
 Come away ,cowe away death, 
 And in fad cypre(fe let me be laid, 
 Fye away, fie away breath, 
 1 am flaine by a faire cruel maid. st 
 My forowd of white, fiucke all with Ew, O prepare | 
 My part of death wo one fotrue did(barest. (ite) 
 
 ee ee be A de 2 ee ae ~—? 
 
 Not 4 flower, not a flower [weet 
 
 On my blacke coffin, let there be frewne : 
 
 Wot a friend, not a friend greet 
 
 (Uy poore corpes, where my bones Iba be throwne: | 
 A thonfand thonfand fighes to fave,lay me O where | 
 Sad true lover never find my grave, to ,weepe theres | 
 
 Dx. There's for thy paines. : 
 Clo. No paines fir, I take pleafure in finging fir. 
 Da. Ile pay thy pleafure then. 
 Clo. Truely fir,and pleafure will be paid one time, or | 
 another. 
 Duk, Give me now leave, to leave thee. eS 
 ‘Dek, Now the melancholly God protect thee, andthe | 
 Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy | 
 mind isa very Opall.. I would have men of fuch conftane | 
 cy put to Sea, that their bufineffe might be every thing, | 
 and their intent every where, forthat’sit, that alwayes| 
 makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. Exit, 
 Dak, Let all the reft give place : Once more Cafario, 
 Get thee to yond fame foveraigne cruelty : 
 Tell her my love (more noble then the world) 
 Prizes not quantity of dirty lands, 
 The parts that fortune hath beftow’d upon her,! 
 Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune : : 
 But’tis that miracle,and Queene of lems 
 That nature prankes her in, attracts my foule. 
 Vio. Butif fhe cannot love you fir. 
 Da. \tcannot be foanfwer’d. 
 - Vio. Sooth but yon muft. 
 Say that fome Lady, as perhappes there is, 
 Hath for your love as great a pang ot heart 
 Asyou have for Olivia: you cannot love her : 
 You tell her fo: Muft fhenot then be anfwer’d? 
 Duk, There is no womans fides 
 
 F 
 ” 
 2 
 
Can bidethe beating of fo ftrong a paffion, . 
 As love doth give my heart : no womans heart 
 So bigge, to hold fo much, they lacke retention. 
 Alas their love may becall’d appetire, 
 No motion of the Liver, but the Pallat, ® 
 That fiffer furfet, cloyment. and revolt, 
 But mine is allas hangry asthe Sea, 
 And can difgeft as much, make no compare 
 Betweene that lovea woman can beare me, 
 And that I owe Olivia. 
 Vio. Ubut l know. 
 Da, What doft thou know ? 
 Vie. Too well what love womento men may Owe: 
 In faith they are as true of heart, as we. 
 My father had a daughter lov’d a man 
 As it might be perhaps, were 1a woman 
 Ifhould your Lordfhip. 
 Duk. And what's her hiftory? 
 Vio. A blanke my Lord : the never told her love, 
 But let concealment like a worme 1’th budde 
 Feede on her damaske cheeke : the pin’d in thought, 
 And with a greene and yellow melancholly, 
 She fate like Patience ona Monument, 
 Smiling at greefe- Wasnot this love indeed ? 
 We men may fay more, fweare more,but indeed 
 Our fhewes are more then will: for ftiil we prove 
 _| Much in oar vowes, bur little in our love. 
 De, But di’d thy fifter of her love my Boy ? 
 Vie.  awnall the daughters of my Fathers houfe, 
 ‘And allthe brothers too ; and yet 1 know not. 
 
 | Sir, thal] f tothis Lady ? 
 
 Du. that’s the Theame, 
 To her in hafte ? give her this Iewell : fay, 
 
 _ | Thy love can give.no place,bide no denay. Exeunt. 
 
 Scana Quinta. 
 
 Enter Sir Toby, Sir eAndrew,and Fabian. 
 | To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabsan, 
 |. Fab. Nay Ilecome : if 1 lofe afcruple of this fport, 
 | let me be boyl’d todeath with Melancholly 
 | Ze. Wouldfithou not be glad to have the niggardly 
 ~ | Rafcally theepe-biter, come by fome notabie fhame ? 
 | Fa. I would exult man; you know he brought me eut 
 } of favour with my Lady,about a Beare-baiting here. 
 | Ze. Toanger him wee'sl have the Beare againe, and 
 “ae mewil foole him blacke'and blew, fhall-we not fir An- 
 | Grew ? 
 4n. And wedoe not, it is pitty of our lives. 
 Enter Maria. ; 
 To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my 
 Nettle of Jadia? 
 Mar, Get ye allthree into the box tree: AZalvolio’s 
 comming downe this walke, hehas beene yonder ithe 
 
 | Sunne practifing behaviour to his owne fhadow this haife 
 
 houre ; obferve him for the love of Mockery:for I know 
 this Letter will make a contemplative Ideot of him.Clofe 
 | inthe name of jeafting, lyethou there : for heerecomes 
 | the Trowt, that muft be caught with tickling. Exit. 
 
 Sots ‘ Enter Malvolio. 
 Mal. *Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. (Maria once 
 | told me fhe did affe@ me, and I have heard her felfe come 
 
 _ | thusneere, that fhould fhefancy, it fhould be one of my 
 | complection. Befides fhe ufes me witha more.exalted 
 
 Tock tN tobt,or What yon will. 
 
 (2.63 
 
 re{pect,then any one elferhat followes her. What fhould 
 I thinke on’t? 
 
 To. Hecre’san over-weening rogue. wee) 
 
 Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makesa rare Turkey 
 Cocke of him, how he jetsunder hisadvanc’d plumes. 
 
 Ana, Slight I could fobeate the Rogues 
 
 To. Peace I fay. 
 
 Mal, Tobe Count Malvohio, 
 
 Jo. Ah Rogue. 
 
 As. Piftoll him, piftoll him. 
 
 To. Peace, peace. 
 
 Mal, Thereisexample for’t : The Eady of the Stra-. 
 chy, married the yeoman ofthe wardrobe. 
 
 An, Fyeon him lezabel. 
 
 Fa. O peace, now he’sdeepely in : looke how imagi- 
 nation blowes him. 
 
 Mal. Having beene three moneths married to her, 
 fitting in my fate. 
 
 Te. O fora ftone-bow to hit him in the eye. 
 
 Mal. Calling my Officers about me, inmy branch’d 
 Velvet gowne: having come froma day bed, where I 
 have left Ousvia {leeping. 
 
 To. Fireand Brimftone. 
 
 Fa. O peace, peace. 
 
 Mal. And then to have the humor of ftate : and after 
 ademure travaile of regard: telling them I know ny 
 place, as I would they fhould doe theirs : to aske for my 
 kinfman Toby. 
 
 To. Boltesand fhackles. 
 
 Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now. 
 
 (Mal, Scavenof my people with an obedient ftart, 
 make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance 
 winde up my watch, or play with my fome rich lewell: 
 Toby approaches ; curtfics there to me, 
 
 To. Shall this fellow live ? 
 
 Fa. Though our filence be drawne fom us with cares, 
 yet peace. ; 
 Mal. Yextend my hand to him thus: quenching my 
 familiar {mile with an auftere regard of controll. 
 
 To. And de’snotTebytake you a blow othe lippess 
 theu ? 
 
 Mal. Saying, Cofine Toby, my Fortunes having caft 
 me onyour Neece, give me this prerogative of {peech: 
 
 To. What, what? 
 
 Mal. You muttamend your drunkennefle. 
 
 To. Out {cab. 
 
 Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the finewes of our 
 
 lot ? 
 
 (Mal. Befides you wafte the treafure of your time, 
 with a foolifh knight. ; 
 
 Aud. That’smel warrant you: 
 
 Mal. One fir Andie. 
 
 And. Uknew ’twas 1; for many doe call me foole. 
 
 Mal.. What employment have we heere? 
 
 Fa. Now isthe Woodcocke neere the gin. 
 
 To. Ohpeace, and the fpirit of humors intimate rea- 
 dingaloudtohim, - 
 
 «Mal. By my lifethisis my Ladies hand : thefebe her 
 very C’s,her V’s,and her ¥’s, and thus makes fhe her 
 great P’s. It is incontempt of queftion her hand, 
 
 24m. Her C’s, her V’s,and her T's: why that ? 
 
 Mal, To the unknowne belov’ d, this, and my goo Wifres : 
 Her very Phrafes: By your leave wax. Soft, and the im- 
 preffure her Lucrece, with which fhe ufesto feale: tismy 
 Lady : To whom fhould this be? _ 
 
 Fab, This winnes him, Liver and all. 
 
 Mal. 
 
Maile Love knowes I love, bat who, Lips doe not moove , no 
 man must know. Nomanmuft know- What followes? 
 The numbers alter’d s No man muft know, 
 
 If this fhould be thee 1Za/voito? 
 To. Marry hang thee brocke. 
 
 Mal. 1 my commana where { adore, 
 
 crefje knife, 
 With bloodleffe ftroke my heart dosh gore, 
 fway my life. 
 
 Fa. A fuftian riddle. 
 
 Jo. Excellent Wench, fay I. 
 
 Mal. M.0. A.1, ‘doth {way my life. Nay but fir 
 let me fee, let me fee, let mefee. 
 
 Fab. What dith a poyfon has fhe dreft him ? 
 
 To. And with what wing the ftallion checkes at it? 
 
 Mal. I may command, where 1 adore: Why fhe may 
 command me: I ferve her, fhe is my Lady. Why this is 
 evident to any formal capacitys There is no obftruction 
 in this, and the end ; What fhould that Alphabeticall po- 
 ition portend, if I could make that refemble fomething 
 in me ? Softly; 44.0.A.T. 
 
 To. Ol,make upthat, he is now at a cold fent. 
 
 Fab. Sowter will cry upon’t for all this, though it be as 
 ranke as a. Foxe 
 
 Mal. M.Malvolio,. Why that begins my name. 
 
 Fab. Did notll fay he would worke it out, the Curre is 
 excellent at faults. 
 
 Mal. M .Butthen there isno confonaricy in the {e- 
 quell that faff ers under probation : e4%. fhould follow, 
 
 but O. does. 
 
 Fa. AndO fhall ed, I hope. 
 
 To. 1, or Ile cudgell bim, and make him cry 0. 
 
 Mal. Andthen J. comes behind. 
 
 Fab. 1, andyouhad any eye behind you, you might 
 {ee more detraction at your heeles, then Fortunes before 
 
 Olle 
 4 Mal. M.0.A.1. This fimulation is notas the former: 
 and yet to crufh this a litrle, it would bow to me, for c- 
 
 but filence like a Lu- 
 cM. 0. A. I. doth 
 
 lowes profe : Uf this fallinto thy hard revolwe.In my Starres 
 Lam above thee, but be not affraid of greatnefle : Some 
 are become great, fome atcheeve greatnefle, and fome 
 have greatneffé thruft upon em. Thy fates open their 
 hands, let thy blood and fpiritembrace them, and to ia- 
 ure thy felfe to what thouartliketo be? caftthy hamble 
 flough, and appearefrefh. Be oppofite with a kinfman, 
 furly with fervants: Let thy tongue tang arguments of 
 | State; put thy felfe into the tricke of fingularity. Shee 
 thus advifes thee, thatfighes for thee. Remember who 
 commended thy yellow ttockings, and with’dto fee thee 
 ever croffe garter’d: I fay remember, goe too, thouart 
 made if thou defir’ft to be fo : If not, let me fee thee a fte- 
 ward ftill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to 
 touch Fortunes fingers Farwell. Shee that would alter 
 fervices with thee, the fortunate unhappy daylight and 
 champian difcoversnot more : This is open, I will be 
 proud, Iwill reade politicke Authors, I will baffle Sir 
 Toby, Iwill wath off groffe acquaintance, I willbe point 
 devife, the very man. I doe now foole my felfe, to let 
 imaginationjade me; for every reafon excites to this 
 that my Ladylovesme. She did commend my yellow 
 ftockingsof late, the did praife my legge being ‘crofie- 
 garrer'd, and in this the manifefts her felfeto my Jove, 
 and witha kind of injunétion drives meto thefe habits 
 of her liking. Ithanke my ftarres,; 1am happy: I will 
 be ftrange, ftout, in yellow ftocking,and croffe garter’d 
 
 Twelft Night, or What you will. 
 
 very one of thefe Letters are in my name. Soft, herefel- | 
 
 even with the {wiftnefle of putting on. Tove, and my} 
 fiarres be praifed. Heereisyeta poftfcript. Thom canst | 
 not choofe but krow who J am. if thon entertain[t my love letit 
 appeare in thy (miling, thy {miles become thee well. There» 
 forein mypre(ence fill fmsile, deere my [weet, I prethee. love 
 Ithanke thee,I will {mile,1 will dee every thing that thou 
 wilt have me. Exit, 
 Fab. I will not give my part of this {port for a penfi- 
 on of thonfands to be paid from the Sophy. | 
 To. I could marry this wench for this deuice. ~ 
 e4n. Socould Itco. 
 To. And aske no cther dowry with er,but fuch ano- 
 ther jeft. 
 Enter Maria: 
 e4n. NorIreither. 
 Fab. Heere comes my noble gull-catcher. 
 Te. Wilt thou fer thy foore o’my necke? 
 . An. Or o’mine either? 
 ‘To. Shall I play my fredome at tray-trip, and become 
 thy bondflave ? 
 en, Ifaith, or Leither? 
 Tob. Why,thou haft put him in fuch a dreame, that 
 when the image of it leaves him, he muft run mad. 
 Ma. Nay bat fay true, do’s it worke upon him? 
 To. Like Aqua-vite with a Midwife. 4 
 Merit you will then fee the fruits of the fport marke | ~ 
 his firft approach before my Lady: he will come to her | 
 in yellow ftockings, and ‘tisacelour fhe abhorres, and | 
 croffe garter’d, atafhion fhe detefts: and he will fimile | 
 npon her, which will now be fo unfuuteable to her difpo- | 
 fition, being addicted to a melaricholly,asfhe!is, that it 
 cannot but turne him intoa notable contempt: if you will | 
 {ce it, follow me.——— 
 To. Tothe gates of Tartar, 
 of wit. 
 And. Te make ore too. 
 
 thou moft excellent divell a 
 Exctnte | B 
 Finis Ablus Sccunds. 
 
 a 
 
 a eae ee 
 
 eA tus Tertius. Scena Prima. 
 
 * 2 ‘ Bt 
 Enter Viola, and (lowne. ‘ 
 
 Vie. Save thee Friend and thy Muficke : doft thou live | 
 by the Tabor ? 
 
 (%. Nofir, I live by the Church. 
 
 U.e, Art thou a Churchman ? 
 
 Cho. No fach matter fir, I doe live by the Church:fors 
 T'doe live at my honfe, and my houfe deth ftand by the 
 Church. : 
 
 Fio. So thou maift fay the King lyes'by a begger, ifa 
 begeer dwell neer him: or the Church ftands by thy Ta} 
 bor, if thy Tabor ftand by the Church. ieee 
 
 Clo. You have faid fir ; Tofee this age | A fentence 18 
 buta chev’rill glove to a good witte, how quickely 
 wrong fide may be turn’d outward. A xh 2 
 
 Vio. Nay that’scertaine :they that dally nicely with 
 words, may quickely make them wanton. sir. | 
 
 Clo. I would tazrefore my fifter had had no name oH | 
 Vio. Why man? i 
 Clo, Why fir, hername*saword, and to dally wit 
 that word, might make my fifter wanton: But indeed”) 
 words are very Rafcals, fince bonds difgrac'dthem- | 
 Vio. Thy seafon man? Che. | 
 
1 (7%. Troth fir, I can yeeld you none without words, 
 and wordsare growne fo falfe,Tamloath to prove reafon 
 | with them. ; " 
 Vix Iwarrantthon art amerry fellow , and car’ft for 
 nothing. ‘i 
 Cla. Not fofir, Idoe care for fomething : but in my 
 confcience fir,I doe not care for you : ifthat be to care for 
 nothing fir,I would it would make you invifible. 
 - Vw, Art notthou the Lady Ofvia’s foole? 
 | Cl, No indeed fir,the Lady Ofivia has no folly, fhee 
 will keepe no foole fir,till fhe be married , and foolesare 
 aslike husbands,as Pilchersare to Herrings,the husbands 
 | the bigger,I. am indeed not her foole,but her corrupterof 
 words. 
 | Vio. I faw thee late at the Count O7fino’s. 
 - Cho Foolery fir does walke about the Orbe like the’ 
 Sunne, it fhines every where. I would be forry fir,butthe 
 Foole fhould be as oft with your Mafter, as with my Mi- 
 firis:I thinke I faw your wifedome there. 
 | Vio. Nay,and thou paffe upon mee, Ile no more with 
 thee. Hold there’s expences for thee. 
 _ Clo, Now ove in his next commodity of haire , fend 
 thee a beard. 
 Vio. By my troth-Ile tell thee , 1am almoftficke for 
 } one,though I would not have it grow on my chinne. Is 
 thy Lady within. 
 + Clo, Wouldnot apaire of thefe have bred fir? 
 | Vio. Yes,being kept together,and puttoufe. 
 | Clo.. would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia fir to bring 
 | aCrefsidatothis Troylua. 
 Vio. Vunderftand you fir, tis well begg’d. 
 | Ct, The matter I hope isnot greatfir ; begging,buta 
 | begger : Cre/sida wasa begger. My Lady is within fir. I 
 | wil confter to them whence you come,who youare,and 
 | what you would is out of my Welkin, Imight fay Ele- 
 | ment,batthe word isover-worne. Exit. 
 | Vo. This fellow is wife enough to play the foole, 
 ‘| And to doe that well,craves a kinde of wit : 
 4 He muft obferve their mood op whom he jefts, 
 4 The quality of perfons,and the time : 
 4 And like the Hageard,checke at every Feather 
 That comes before hiseye. This is a practice, 
 As fall of labour as a Wife-mans Art: 
 For folly that he wifely fhewes,is fit: 
 | But Wife mens folly falne,quite taint their wit. 
 Enter fir Toby aad eAndrew. 
 To, Save you Gentleman. 
 Vio. Andyou fir. 
 eAnd. Dien vou guard Mounfier. 
 Vio. Et vouz, aufie vofire fervitenre. 
 end, | hope fir, you are,and Iam yours. 
 To. Will you encounter the houle,my Neece is defi- 
 Tous you fhould enter, if your trade be to her. 
 _ Vi. 1am bound to your Neece fir, I meane fheis the 
 lift of my voyage. : 
 ‘| To. Tafte your legges fir put them to motion. 
 | . VieMy legges doe better underftand me fir then I un- 
 | derftand what you meane by bidding me tafte my legges. 
 ‘| To. Imeane to goe fir,to enter. 
 Via] will an{wer you with gatéand entrance, but wee 
 are prevented. 
 + > Enter Oliviaand Gentlewoman. 
 Molt excellent accomplifh’d Lady; theheavens raine O- 
 outs on you. é 
 _ And. That youth’sa rare Courtier,raine Odours, well. 
 & Vio. My matter hathno voyce Lady,butto your owne | 
 
 Ses 
 
 Se) ee Fed 
 pas 
 
 IR GES 5 faye oe aa 
 
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 Twelfe abpbe, or what you will, 
 
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 moft pregnantand vouchfafed eares 
 
 And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed : Ye get em 
 all three already. 
 
 O/, Let the Garden doore be fhut, and leave me to my 
 hearing. Give me your hand fir. 
 
 Gio. My duty Madam, and moft humble fervice. 
 
 Ol. Whatis your name ? 
 
 Vio. Cefartois your fervantsname, faire Princefle. 
 
 Ol. My fervant fir ? "Twas never merry world, 
 Sincelowly feigning was call’d complement : 
 y are fervant tothe Count Orfino (youth.) 
 
 Vio. And he is yours, and his muft needs be yours: 
 your fervants fervant, is your fervant Madam. 
 
 Of. For him, I thinke not onhim: for histhoughts, 
 Would they were blankés_rather then fill’d with me. 
 
 Uso. Madam, I come to. whet your gentle thoughts 
 On his behalfe. 
 
 Ol. O by your leave I pray you: 
 I bad you never {peake againe of him ; 
 But would you undertake another fuite 
 1 had rather heare you, to folicit that, 
 Then Muficke from the {pheates. 
 
 Vio. Deere Lady. 
 
 Ol. Give me leave,befeech you:I did fend , 
 After the laft enchantment you did heare’, 
 A Ringinchace of you. Sodid I abufe 
 My felfe, my fervant, and I feareme you: 
 Vader your hardconftruction muft I fit, 
 To force that on you in a fhamefill cunning 
 Which you knew none of yours. W hat might you think? 
 Have you not fet mine Honorat the ftake, 
 And baited it with all th’unmuzled thoughts 
 That tyrannous heart can thinke?ro one of your receiuing 
 Enough is fhewne,a Cipreffe, not a bofome, 
 
 Hides my poore heart:: {0 let me heare you fpeake. 
 
 Vio. I pitty you. 
 
 Ol. That’sa degree to love. 
 
 Vio. No nota grice >for tis a vulgar proofe 
 That very oft we pitty enemies. 
 
 O/. Why then me thinkes’tis time to fimile agen: 
 O world, how aptthe poore are to be proud ? 
 If one fhould bea prey, how much the better 
 To fall before the Lion, thenthe Wolfe ? 
 
 Clocke Strikes. 
 
 The clecke upbraides me with the wafte of time. 
 Be not affraid good youth, I will not have you; 
 And yet when wit and yenth is come to harveft; 
 Your wifeis like to reapea proper man : 
 There lyes your way, dae Welt. 
 
 Vso. Then Weltward hoe: 
 
 | Grace and good difpofition attend your Lady hip : 
 
 You’! nothing Madame to my lord; by me: 
 Ol, Stay :1 prethee tell me what thou thinkft ofme ? 
 Vio: That youdoe thinke you are not what you are. 
 Ol. If I thinke fo; Ithinkethe fame of you. 
 Vio. Thenthiake you right : I amnot what Iam. 
 Ol. I would you were, asI would have yoube. 
 Vio. Would itbe better Madam, then I am ?/ 
 I with it might, for now Tam your foole. 
 OL, O what a deale of feorne, lookes beautifull ? 
 In the contempt and anger of his lip, 
 A murdrous guilt fhewes not it {eife more foone, 
 Then love that would feeme hid : Loves night, is tioone. 
 Cefario, by the Rofes of the Spring, 
 By maid-hood, honor, trnth, and every thing. 
 Ilove theefo, that maagre all _ pride, | 
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 Nor wit, nor reafon, car! my paftion hide : 
 Doe not extort thy reafons from this claufe, 
 For that I wooe, thou therefore haft no canfe : 
 But rather reafon thus, with reafon fetter ; 
 Love fought, is good: but given unfought is better. 
 Vio. By innocence | {weare, and by my youth, 
 Thave one heart, one bofome, and one truth, 
 And that no woman has, nor never none 
 Shall miftris be of it, fave Lalone. 
 And fo adieu good Madam, never more, 
 Will I my Maftersteares to you deplore. 
 of, Yet comeagaine: for thou perhaps mayft move 
 That heart which now abhorres, to like hislove. p 
 ‘XCHNte 
 
 Scéna Secunda. 
 
 Eater Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. 
 
 end. No faith, Ile not ftay a jotlonger : 
 
 Teb. Thy reafondeere venom, give thy reafon, 
 
 Fabia. You mutt needs yeeld your reafon, Sit «An 
 drew. 
 
 And. Marry I {aw your Neece doe more favoursto the 
 CountsServing-man, than ever fhe beftow’d upon me: 
 I faw’t tth Orchard. 4 
 
 Tob. Did fhe fee the while, old boy, tell me that ? 
 
 efnd. Asplaineas I fee younow- 
 
 Fabi, This wasa great argument of love in hertoward 
 
 Olle 
 : e4nd. S'light ; will you make an Affe o’me ? 
 
 Fabi. I prove it legitimate fir, upon the Oathes of 
 judgement, and reafon. 
 
 Tob, And they have beene grand Iury men,fince before 
 Noah was aSaylor. 
 
 Fabi. Shee did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, 
 onely te exafperate you, to awake your dormonfe valour 
 toput firein your Heart, andbrimftonein your Liver: 
 you fhould then have accofted her, and with fome excel- 
 lent jefts (fire-new from the mint) you fhould have bangd 
 the youth into dumbeneffe : this was look’d for at your 
 hand, and this was baulkt : the double gilt of this oppor- 
 tunity you let time wafhotf, and you are now faild into 
 the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang 
 
 like an yfickle ona Dutchmans beard, unleffe you doe re- 
 
 deeme it, by fome laudable attempt, cither of valour or 
 
 policy. 
 
 And. And tbeany way, it muftbe with Valour, for 
 policy Ihate: I hadas licfebeva Brownift, as a Politi- 
 cian. 
 
 Tob. Why then build me thy fortunesupon the bafis of 
 valour. Challenge me the Countsyouthto fight with him 
 hurt himin eleven places, my Neece hall take note of it, 
 and affure thy felfe, there isno love-Broker in the world, 
 can more prevailein mans commendation with weman, 
 than report of valour. 
 
 Fab. Thereisno way but this fir Andrew. 
 
 And. Will either of you beare me achalenge to. him ? 
 
 Tob. Go, write it ina martiall hand,be curft and briefe: 
 it isno matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of 
 invention: taunt him with the licenfe of Inke: if thou 
 thou’ft him fome thrice,it fhall not be amiffe,and as ma- 
 ny Lyes, as willlye inthy fheete of paper, although the 
 
 Tiwelfe night,or,W' hat youvill, 
 
 fheete were big enough for the bed of #are in Englar 
 
 fet em downe, goe about it, Let there be gall enough in | ~ 
 
 thy inke, though thou write with a Goofe-pen, neo mats | — 
 
 ter; about it. . 
 
 end. Where fhall I find you ? 
 
 Job. Welicali thee attheCubiculo:Goe . | 
 Exit Sir Andrew, | 
 
 Fab, This isadeere Manakinto you Sir Toby, 
 
 Tob. Ihave beenedeere to him lad, fometwothoufand Mi 
 
 ftrong, or fo 
 
 Fa, We fhall have a rare Letter from him; but you'le} 
 
 not deliver't. 
 
 Pd ean 
 
 Tob. Never truft me then: and by all meanes flirre on H 
 
 the youth toan anfwer. I thinke Oxenand waine-ropes } 
 
 cannot hale them together.For ndrew,if he were open’ d 
 
 and you find fo much blood in his Liver, as will clog the ; 
 
 foot ofa flea, Ile cate the reit of th’anatomy. 
 
 Fab. And his oppofite the youth beares in his vifage no x 
 
 great prefage of cruelty. 
 
 Enter Maria. 
 
 Tob, Looke where the yongeft Wrenof mine comes. : 
 Mar. If you defire the {pleene, and will laugh. your 
 felves into ftitches, follow me;yond gull AZa/volto is ture | 
 
 ned Heathen, ‘a very Renegatho; for there isno chiiftian | 
 
 that meanes tobe faved by beleeving rightly, cam evet | 
 y ’ Heesin 
 
 beleeve fuch impoffible paffages of groffenefie. 
 yellow ftockings. 
 Tob. And croffe garter'd ? 
 
 a 
 Mar. Mott villanoufly : like a Pedant that keepesa} 
 
 Schoole i’th Church : } have doge’d bim like hismurthe- | 
 
 rers He does obey every point of the Letter that I dropt, 
 to betray him: He does{mile his face into more lynes, 
 thenisin the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the 
 Indies : you have not feene fich a thing as tis: I can har 
 
 ly forbeare hurling thingsat him, I know my Lady will } 
 ftrike him : iffhedoe,he'll {mile, andtake’t fora great) 
 
 favour. ; 
 Tob. Come bring us, bring us where he is. 
 ; Exennt Omnti, 
 
 a 
 
 Scana Tertia. 
 
 S EEenenemenene . ; 
 
 Enter Sbaftian and Axthonio. 
 
 Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you, 
 But fince you make your pleafure of your paynes, 
 I willno Faces chide you. ; 
 Anth. I could not ftay behind you: my defire 
 (More fharpe than’filed fteele) did {purse me forth, 
 Aud not all love te fee you (though fo much 
 As might have drawne one toa longer voyage) 
 But jealoufie, what might befall your travell, 
 Being skillefle in thefeparts: whichtoaftranger; . 
 Vnguided, and unfriended, often prove 
 Rough, and unhofpitable. My willing love, 
 The rather by thefearguments of feare 
 Set forth in your purfuite. 
 Seb. My kind Anthonio, 
 Ican no other anfwer make, but thankes, 
 But were my worth, asismy con{cience firme, 
 
-Yoa fhouldfind better dealing : what’s to doe 2 
 Shall wegoe feethe reliques of this Towne? 
 An. To morrow fir, befi firft goefee your Lodging. 
 Seb, Lamnot weary,aud ’tis long to night, 
 I pray you lecusfatishe our eyes 
 With the memorialls, andthe things of fame 
 That doe renowne this City. foe 
 Ant. Would youl'd pardon me : 
 Idoe not without danger walke thefe ftreetes. 
 Once in a fea-fight’gainft the Count hisgallies, 
 ‘Tdidfome fervice, of fuch note indeed, $ 
 That were I tane heere, it would {carfe be anfwer’d: 
 | Seb. Belike you flew greatnumber of his people. . 
 | dat. Th oftence is not of fucha bloody nature, 
 | Albeit the quality of the tige, and quarrell 
 | Might well have given us bloody argument : 
 } Itmight have fince beene anfwer'd in repaying 
 What wetooke from them, which for Traifiques fake 
 Molt ofour City did. Onely my felfe ftood out, - 
 For which if I be lapfed inthis place 
 I fhall pay deere. 
 Seb. Doe notthen walke too open. 
 ~ Ant. \tdoth not fit me : hold fir, here’s my purfe. 
 Inthe South Suburbes at the Elephant 
 Isbelt to lodge: I will befpeake our dyer, 
 | Whiles you beguile thetime, and feed your knowledge 
 | With viewing of the Towne, there hall you have me. 
 | Seb. Why I your purfe ? : 
 |. e4nt. Haply yonr eye fhall light upon fome toy 
 | You have defire to purchafe sand your ftore | 
 | Ithinke is not for idle Markets, fir, 
 | Seb, Me be your purfe-bearer, and leave you 
 For an houre, 
 ‘| > Ant, To th’ Elephant, 
 | Seb. Idoe remember. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Olivia, and Maria» 
 
 } Ol. Lhavefentafter him, he fayes he'll come : 
 
 How {hall f feaft him? What beftow of him? 
 } For youth isbought more oft, then begg’d, or borrow'd, 
 | Lpeake too loud ; Where’s AZa/zolio, he is {ad,and civill, 
 _| And fuites well for a fervant with my fortunnes, 
 | Where is A4Zalvolio? 
 Mar. He’scomming Madam : © 
 | But in very ferange manner. He is fure poffeft Madam. 
 “| Ol. Why what’s the matter, does he rave? 
 | Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but fmule: your La- 
 | dythip were beft to have fome guard about you, if he 
 _ | come, for fure the man is tainted in’s wits. 
 | 9. Goe call him hither. 
 
 Enter Malvehio. 
 
 _| Tam as madas he, 
 
 | Tffad and mercy madneffe equall be. 
 
 | 0% How now Malvolio? 
 
 C€al, Sweet Lady, ha, ha. 
 
 } 0% Smil’ft thou? I fent for thee upon afad occafion. 
 | Mal. Sad Lady, I could be fad: 
 
 || Thisdoes make fome obftraétion inthe blood : 
 croffe-gartering, but what of that ? 
 
 ; Twelfe Nighe, a what.yon ilk 
 
 this, and he is to be thanked.” 
 
 / 
 
 267 
 
 If it pleafe the eye ofone, itis with meas the very true 
 Sonnet it : Pleaie one, and pleafe all. 
 
 Ol. Why how doeft thon itian ? 
 Whatis the matrer with thee ? 
 
 Mal. Not blacke in my mind, though yellow in my 
 legges: Itdidcometo his hands, and Comimands fhall 
 oe Ithinke weda¢ know the {weet Romane 
 
 and. 
 
 OL. Wilt thou goe to bed CMalvolio? 
 
 Mal. To bed? I {weet heart; and Ile come to thee, 
 
 Of. God comfort thee: Why doft thon {mile fo,and 
 kiffe thy hand fo oft ? 
 
 Mar. How doe you Ualwotio. 
 
 Mal. At your requelt : 
 
 Yes Nightingales anfwer Dawes. 
 
 Mar, Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldneffe 
 before my Lady? ) 
 
 Mal. Be not aftaid of greatneffe : twas well writ. 
 
 Of. What meaneft thou by that 1 alvolio? 
 
 (Mal. Some are borne great. 
 
 Ol. Ha? 
 
 Mal, Some atcheeve greatneffe. 
 
 Ol. What fayft thou? 
 
 (Mal. And {ome have greatneffe thruft upon them. 
 
 Ol. Heaven reftore thee. es ey ees 
 
 (Mal, Remember who commended thy yeBew fock- 
 
 ings. Na 
 
 Ol. Thy yellow ftockings? 
 
 (Mal. And wih'd to fee thee croffe garter’d. 
 
 OL. Croffe garter’d ? 
 
 (Mal .Goe too,thou art made, ifthon defir’f to be {0 
 
 O/. AmI made? 
 
 Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftil}. 
 
 O04, Why this isvery Midfommer madneffe, 
 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Ser, Madam, the yong Gentleman of the Count Orf- 
 no'sisreturn’d, I could hardly entréate him backe : he at- 
 tends your Ladyfhips pleafure. 
 
 O/, Ile come to him. 
 
 Good Adaria;let this fellow be look’dtoo. Where’s my 
 Cofin Toby, let fome-ot my people have a {peciall care of 
 him, I wouldnot have him mifcarry for the halfe of my 
 Dowry: 
 
 (Mal. Ob, ho, doe you come neere me now: no worfe 
 man then fir Toby tolooke to me: This concurresdireat- 
 ly with the Letter, the fends him on purpofe, that I may 
 appeare ftubborneto him: for fhe incites me to that in 
 the Letter. Caft thy humble flough fayes fhe: be oppo- 
 fite witha Kinfman , furly with fervants , let thy tongue 
 tang with arguments of ftate, put thy felfe into the tricke 
 of fingularity : and confequently fets downe the manner 
 how : asa fad face,a reverend carriage, a flow tongue; in 
 the habite of fome Sir of nate,and fo forth. Ihave lymde 
 her, but it is Zovesdoing, and /ove make me thankefull. 
 And when fhe went away now, let this Fellow be look’d 
 
 to: Fellow? not AZalvolio, nor after my degree, but. 
 
 Fellows Why every thing adheres together , that no 
 dramme of a {cruple, no feruple of a {cruple, no obftacle, 
 no incredulous or unfafe circumftance : W hat can be faid? 
 Nothing that can be, cancome betweene me, andthe full 
 profpect of my hopes: Well Jove, not I, is the doer of 
 
 QP 
 
 Enter Toby, Fabian and Maria, 
 
 Z2 ‘ : =, _To. ; 
 
 Exit. : 
 
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 To. Whichwayishe in the name of fanétity? If all 
 the divelsof hell be drawne in little, and Legion himfelfe 
 poffett him, yet ile fpeake to him. : 
 
 Fab. Heere heis, heere he is : how ift with you fir ? 
 How ift with you man ? ; _ 
 
 Mat. Goe off, i difcard you: let me enjoy my private: 
 goe off. ners 
 
 Mar. Lo, how hoilow the fiend fpeakes within him ; 
 did not I teli you? Six Toby, my Lady prayes youto have 
 a care of him, 
 
 «Mal. Ah ha, does fhe fo? 
 
 To. Goe to, goe to : peace, peace, we muft deale gently 
 with him : Let mealone. How doe you AZa/volio? How 
 ift with you? What man, defic the divell : confider, he's 
 au enemy to mankind. 
 
 Mal. Doe you know what youfay? 
 
 Mar. La you, and you fpeake ill of the divell, how 
 he takes itat heart. Pray God hebe not bewitch’d. 
 
 Fab. Carry his water to th’ wife woman. : 
 
 (Nar. Marry and it fhall be done to morrow morning 
 if I live. My Lady would notloofe him for more then ile 
 fay. 
 
 Mal. How now miftris? 
 
 (Mar. Oh Lord. j 
 _ To. Prethee hold thy peace, this isnot the way : Doc 
 you notfee you move him ? Let mealone with him: 
 
 Fa. No way but gentlenefle, gently, gently = the Fiend 
 isrough, and will not be rougbly us‘d. , 
 
 To. Why how now my bawcocke? how doft thou 
 * Mal. Sir. (chucke ? 
 
 Te. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for 
 gravity to play at cherry-pit with fathan.Hang him foule 
 Colliar. Ag 
 
 Mar, Gethim to fay his prayers, good fir Toby get 
 him to pray. 
 
 Mal. My prayers Minx. 
 
 Lop No I warrant you, he will not heare of godly- 
 nefle. 
 
 Mal. Goe hang your felvesall : syou are idle thailow 
 things, I am not of your element, you fhall know more 
 hereafter. "Exit. 
 
 To. Ift poffible ? ; 
 
 Fab. If this were plaid upona ftagenow, I could con- 
 demne it as an improbable fiction. 
 
 To. Hisvery genius hath taken the infection of the 
 device man. — ; 
 
 (Mar.Nay purfue him now, lealtthe device take ayre, 
 and taint. 
 
 Fa. Why we hall make him mad indeed. 
 
 Mar. The houfe well be the quieter. 
 
 T0.Come, we'lhave him ina darke roome.and bound. 
 My Necccis already inthe beleife that he’s mad : we may 
 carry it thus for our pleafure,and his pennance,till our ve- 
 ry paftime tyred out of breath, prompt us tohave mercy 
 on him: at which time,we wil bring the device to the bar 
 and crowne thee fora finder of madmen : but fee, but fee. 
 
 Enter Sir eAndrew. 
 Fa. More matter for a May morning. ; 
 And.Heere’sthe Challenge, reade ic: I warrant there’s 
 
 vinegar and pepper in’t. 
 Fab. Ift fo fawey ? 
 end. I, itt? I watrant him: doe but reade. 
 To. Give me. . 
 Youth, whatfoev er thou art, thon art but a {curvy fellow. 
 _ Fa. Goodand vpliant. : 
 
 To. Wonder not, nor admsire not in thy mindwhy I doe call 
 
 Twelfe Night,o7, W hat-you sill 
 
 thee fo,for I will foew thee no venfonfor't. 
 
 ‘thee kindly : but thon lyeft in thy throat , that is nor the matter | 
 1 challenge thee for. i a 
 
 aI joy Rotana aret 
 
 aaa 
 Fa. A good note, that keepes you from the blow ofthe 
 To. Thon com? to the Lady Olsvsa, and in may fight foe ule : 
 
 Fa. Very breefe,and to exceeding geod fenceeleffe, i: . 
 To. 1 will way-lay thee going homs, where of it be thy chance ; 
 ae 
 
 tokidl me. Wy 
 
 Fa. Good. . 
 To. Thow kilft me like arogue anda villaine. here)! | 
 Fa. Still you keepe o’th windie fide of the Law:good. | — 
 To. Fartheewell,and God have mercie upon one of aur fonles,\ 
 He may have mercie upon mine, butmy hope ts better, andfo\ 
 looke to thy felfe. Thy friend as thon vfeft him , and thy frorne 
 enemy, Andrew Ague-cheeke juup sare 
 To. If this Letter move him not, his legges-cannot: 
 Ile giv’t him. : 1 Sgerens 
 Car. You may have verie fit occafion for't : hee: 
 now in fome cominerce with my Lady , and will by an 
 by depart. ; Co ae 
 To. Go fir Andrew: {cout mee for him, at the, corner 
 ofthe Orchard likea bum-Baily : fofoone asever — A 
 feet him,draw,and as thou draw’ ft {weare horribly: for | 
 it comes to paffe oft,that a terrible oath, witha fwagge- 
 tingaccent fharpely twang'd off ; gives manhood mo 
 approbation, then ever proofe it{elfe would have carr 
 him. Away: i 
 And. Nay let me alone for {wearing. We ae 
 To. Now will not 1 deliuer his. Letter: for the beh 
 our of the yong Gentleman, gives him out tobe of go 
 capacity , and breeding : his employment betweene 
 Lord and my Neice, confirmes no leffe. Therefore, thi 
 Letter being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror } 
 in the youth:he will finde it comes from a Clodde-pole. | 
 But fir, I will deliver his Challenge by word of mouth; | 
 fet upon e4 gue-cheeke anotable report of valor,and drive 
 the Gentleman(as I know his youth will aptly receive it 
 into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, skill, farie, and 
 impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they wil 
 kill one another by the looke , like Cockatrices- i | 
 
 Enter Olivia and Viola. 3 
 F. Heere he comes with your Neice, give them way 
 tilhe take leave,and prefently after him. | at 
 To.I wil meditate the whileupon fome horrid meffage 
 for a Challenge. : Edi : 
 Ol. T have {aid too much untoa heart of {tone, 
 And laid mine honour too vnchary on’t: 
 There’s fomething in me that reproves my fault: 
 But fuch a head-f{trong potent fault it is: 
 That it but mockes reproofe. res <n 
 Vio. With the fame haviour that your paffion beares, | 
 Goes on my Maifters greefes- es 
 04. Heere,weare this Jewell for me, tis my picture: | 
 Refufé it not, it hath no tongue,to vex yon: all 
 And I befeech you come againeto morroWwe 
 What hall you aske of me that Ie deny, 7 hee 
 That honour(fav’d) may uponasking give. 
 Vio. Nothing but this , your true love for my maifters | 
 o/. How with mine honormay I give him that, 
 Which I have given to you ? ete 
 Vso. 1 will acquit you. ; 
 ol. Well, come againe to morrow: fareethee-well, . | 
 A Fiend like thee might beare my foule to hell. Exit 
 Emer Toby andFabian: rat 
 To. Geritlerian, God fave thee. 
 
 Uf 
 
 / 
 
Vio. And you fir. : 
 
 To, Thatdefence thou haft, betake theetoo’t : of what 
 nature the wrongs are thou haft done him ; I know not: 
 bar thy intercepter full of defpight, bloody asthe Hun- 
 ter, atcends thee atthe Orchard end: difmount thy tucke , 
 be yarein thy preparation, for thy aflaylant is quicke, 
 skillful, and deadly. 
 
 Vio. You miftake fir Lam fure, no man hath any quar- 
 | rell to me : my remembrance is very free and cleere trom 
 any image of offence done to any man. 
 
 To. You find itotherwife I aflure you : therefore, if 
 | you hold your life atany price, betake you to your gard : 
 for your oppofite hath in him what youth, ftrength, skill, 
 and wrath, can furnith man withall. 
 
 Vio. I pray you fir whatis he? 
 
 To. He isknight dubb'd with unhatch’d Rapier, and 
 on carpet confideration, but heisa divell in private brall, 
 | foules and bodics hath he divore’d three, and his incenfe- 
 } ment atthis moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction 
 ‘| can be none, but by pangs of deathand fepulcher : Hob, 
 nob, ishis word : giv’t or take’t. 
 
 _ Vo. I wilkreturne againe intothe honfe, and defire 
 ‘| fome conduct of the Lady. Iamno fighter, I have heard 
 ‘| Offome kind of men, that put quarrells purpofely on o- 
 thers, to tafte their valour: belike this‘is aman of that 
 ‘| quirke. 
 
 | To. Sir,no : his indignation derives it felfe out of a ve- 
 | fy Computent injury, therefore get you on, and give him 
 | hisdefire. Backe you fhallnot to the houfe, unleffe you 
 | Undertake that with me, which withasmuch {afety you 
 might an{wer him? therefore on, or ftrippe your {word 
 ftarke naked. for meddle 
 {weare to Weare iron about you. 
 
 Vio. This isas uncivill as ftrange. I befeech you doe 
 | me this courteous ottice, asto know of the Knight what 
 | My offenceto him is: itis fomething of my negligence, 
 | nothing of my purpofe. 
 
 | Gentleman, tilimy returne, Exit Toby, 
 Vio, Pray you fir, doe you know of thismatter? 
 Fab. 1 know the knightis incenft againft you, evento 
 | Amortall arbitrement, butnothing of the circumftance 
 } More. - 
 _ Vio. \ befeech you what manner of man is he ? 
 |, Fab. Nothing of that wonderfull promife toread hin 
 | byhisforme, as you are like to find him in the proofe of 
 | his valour. He isindeed fir,the moft skillful bloudy,and 
 _ | fatall oppofite that you could poffibly have found in any 
 _| Part of Illyria : will you walke towards him,I will make 
 “| Your peace with him, if I can. 
 Vio. I thall be much bound to you for’t: I am one, 
 | that had rather goe with fir Pricft, then fir knight : I care 
 | 80t who knowes fo much of my mettle. Excunt. 
 rt Enter Toby, and Andrew. 
 | Tob. Why manhe’sa very divell, I have not feene {uch 
 | afirago : I had a pafle with him, rapier, {cabber’d and all: 
 | aad he gives methe fucke in with {uch amortall motion 
 | thatit is ineuitable : and on the anfwer, he payes your as 
 | farely, as your feete hits the ground they flep.on. They 
 | &y, he has bene Fencer to the Sophy. 
 { And. Pox on’t, ilenot meddle with him. 
 | 7 I bar he will nornow be pacified, 
 ran can {carfe hold him yonder. | 
 ea, Plague on’t,and I thought he had beene valiant, 
 nd fo cunning in Fence, I’de have feene him damn’d ere 
 Tide have ¢ ‘dhim. Let him let the matter flip,and 
 
 The Fwelfe Night, or, what yor will 
 
 you muit that’s certaine,or for~ | 
 
 To. Iwilldoe fo. Signiour Fabian, flay you by this 
 
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 Ile give him my horfe, gray Capilet. 
 
 Tob. Ile make the motion ; ftand heere, make a food 
 fhew on’t, this {liall end without the perdition of foules, 
 marry lle ride your horfeas well as I ride you, 
 
 : Enter Fabian, and Viola. 
 I have his horfe to take up the quarrell, I have perfwaded 
 him the youthsa divell. 
 
 Fab. Heis as horribly conceited of him: and pants, 
 and lookes pale, as ifa Beare were at his heeles. 
 
 Zo. There's no remedy fir,he will fight with you for’s 
 oath fake: marry he hath better bethoaght him of his 
 quarrell, and he finds that now {carfe to be worth talking 
 of: therefore draw for the fupportance of his vow, he 
 protefts he willnothurtyou. 
 
 Vee. Pray God defend mee: alittle thing would make 
 me tell them how much I lacke of a man. 
 
 Fab. Give ground if you fee him furious. 
 
 To. Come fir eAndrew, there’sno remedy, the Gen- 
 tleman will for his honors fake have one bout with you : 
 he cannot by the Duello avoid it: but he has promifed 
 me, as he isa Gentleman anda Soldiour, he will not hurt 
 you. Come on, too’ts 
 
 tnd. Pray God he keepe his oath. 
 
 Enter Antonio, 
 
 Vio. I doeaflure you tis againft my will: 
 
 ent. Putup your {word : if this yong Gentleman 
 Have done offence, I take the fault on me : 
 
 If youoffend him, I for him defie you. 
 
 Tob. You fir ? Why, whatare you ? 
 
 Ant. One fir, that for his lovedares yet doe more 
 Then you have heard him bragto you he will. 
 
 Tob. Nay, if you be an undertaker, am for you. 
 
 Enter Officers. 
 
 Fab. O good fir Toby hold :heere come the Officers. 
 
 Tob. \le be with you anon. 
 
 Cio. Pray fir,put your {word up if you pleafe: 
 
 end. Marry willl fir :andforthat I promis’d you Ie 
 ‘beas goodas my words He will beare you. eafily, and 
 raines well. ety 
 
 1.Of- This is the man, doe thy Orlice. 
 
 2:Off- Anthonio,t arreft thee at the fuit of Count Orfino, 
 
 Ant. You doe miftake me fir. 
 
 I. Off. No fir, no jot :I know your favour well ; 
 Though now you baveno fea-cap on your head : 
 Take him away, be knowes I know him well: 
 
 Ant. Imuft obey. This comes with feeking you é 
 Butthere’s no remedy, I fhall anfwer it ; 
 
 What will you doe? now my neceffity 
 
 Makes me to aske you for my purfe. It greeves me 
 Much more; for what I cannot doe for you, 
 
 Then what befals my felfe : you ftand amaz‘d, 
 
 But be of comfort. 
 
 2. Off. Come fir away. 
 
 Ant. I mult entreat of youfome of that money. 
 
 Vio, What money fir? 2 
 For the faire kindnefle you have fhew’d me here, * 
 And part being prompted by your prefent tronble, 
 Out of my leane and low ability 
 Ile lend youfomething : my having is not much, 
 Tle make divifion of my prefent with you ¢ 
 Hold, there’s halte my Coffer. 
 
 Ant. Will youdeny me now, 
 Ift poffible that my defertsto you: 
 Canlacke perfwafion? Doe not tempt my mifery; 
 Leaft that it make me fo unfound a man : 
 As toupbraid you with = kindnefles 
 ! a 3 
 
 r 
 4 
 
 That | 
 
2 79° 
 
 That I have done for you, 
 Vio. I know of none: 
 Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature : 
 Ihateingratitude moreinaman, — 
 Then lying, vainneffe, babling drunkenneffe, 
 Or any taint of vice, whofe {trong corruption 
 Inhabites our fraile blood. 
 Ani. Oh heavens themfelves ! 
 2. Off. Come fir, I pray you goe- 
 efor. Let me {peakealittle. This youth that 
 | I {natch’d one halfe out of the jawes of death, 
 Releev'd him with fuch fanctity of love; 
 And to his image, which me thought did promife 
 Moft venerable worth, did I devotion. 
 1.Off: What’s that to.us,the time goes by : Aways 
 Ant. Butoh, how vilde an idoll proves this god : 
 Thou haft Seba/tian done good feature, fham¢, 
 In Nature, there’s no blemifh but the mind : 
 None can be call’d deform’d, but the unkind. 
 Vertue is beanty, but the beateous evill 
 Are empty trunkes, ore-flourifh’d by the devill. 
 1. Of. The man growes mad, away with him ¢ 
 Come, come fir. 
 ent. Leade me on. . Exit. 
 Vio. Me thinkes his words doe from fuch paffion flye 
 That he beleeves himfelfe, fo doe not I : 
 Provetrue imagination, oh prove true, 
 That I deere brother,be now tane for youe 
 To. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabsan: Well 
 whifper ore a couplet or two of moft fage fawes: 
 Vio. Henam’d Sebastian : I my brother know 
 Yet living in my glaffe : even fuch,and fo 
 | In favour was my Brother, and he went 
 Still inthis fafhion, colour, ornament, 
 }) For him I imitate: Ohifit prove; 
 Tempeftsare kind, and falt waves frefh ittlove. Exits 
 Tob, A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a ¢oward 
 then a Hare, his difhonefty appeares;in leaving his friead 
 heere in neceffity, and denying him : and for his coward. 
 fhip aske Fabian. 
 _ Fab. A Coward,amoft devout Coward, religious in 
 it. 
 end. Slid Ieafter himagaine, and beate him. 
 To. Doe,cuffe him foundly,but never draw thy fword 
 And. And I doe not. 
 Fab. Come, let’sfeethe event. - 
 Tob. Y dare lay any mony, twill be nothing yet. Exit. 
 
 you fee 
 (heere, 
 
 eA tus Quartus, Scena Prima. 
 
 fee 
 
 Enter Sebaftian, and Clowne. 
 
 (lo. Will you make me beleeve, that 1am not fent for 
 you? * 
 
 Seb. Goe to; goe to, thou art a foolith fellow; 
 
 Let me be cleere of thee. 
 
 (lo. Well held out yfaith ; No, I doe not know you, 
 nor Iamnot fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come 
 {peake with her : nor your name is not Matter Ce/arie, 
 nor thisisnot my nofeneither: Nothingthatis fo,is fo. 
 
 Seb. Iprethee vent thy folly fome-where elfc; thou 
 know’ ft not me. 
 
 (low. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of fome 
 great man, and now applyesittoa foole. Vent my fol- 
 
 Twelfe Night,or What you will. 
 
 ly : Lam affraidthis great lubber the World will provea|_ 
 Cockney : I prethee iow ungird thy ftrangenes, andtell| 
 me what I fhall vent to my Lady? Shall 1 vent toher that | 
 that art comming ? f ace 
 Seb, I prethee foolith greeke depart from me; there’s |} 
 money forthee, if youtarry longer, 1 fhall give worfe } 
 paiment. nj ae 
 Cle. By my troth thou haft an open hand : thefe Wife- | 
 men that give fooles money, get themfclves @ good. res } 
 port, afcer fourteene yeares puschafe. see 
 
 Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabiate — : 
 Ana. Now fir, have I met you againe: there’s for you, | 
 Seb. Why there’s for thee, and there, and there, 
 
 Ate all the people mad ? 
 
 To. Hold fir, or Ilethrow your dagger ore the houfe. 
 Clo, This will I tell my Lady ftraighr,1 would not be 
 in fopne of your coats for two penices 2 Shite 
 To. Come on fir, hold. . as 
 
 And. Nay let him alone, Ile goe another way to worke 
 with him : "Ile have anaction of Battery againft him, if} 
 there he any law in Illyria : though I ftroke him firft,yet 
 it’s no matter for that. a, 
 
 Seb, Let goe thy hand. be 
 
 Tob. Come fir, I will not let you go. Come my Bb a) 
 fouldier put up your yron: you are well flefh’d : Com 
 
 on. ee 
 
 Seb; Lwillbe free from thee. What wouldft thou now? | 
 If thou dar’ftrempt me further, draw thy fword. 
 
 To; What, what? Nay then I muft have an Ounce OF | 
 two of this malapert blood from you. 
 
 Enter Olivia. ae 
 
 OL. Hold Toby ; on thy lifeI charge thee hold. 
 
 Tob. Madam. 
 
 Ol. Will it be ever thus? Vogracions wretch; —" ~ 
 Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caves, _ 
 Where manners ne’re were preach’d ; out of my fight, | 
 Be not offended; deere Cefario: ta 
 Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend, 
 Let thy faire wifedome,not thy paflion {way 
 Inthis uncivill, and unjuft extent ; a 
 Againft thy peace. Goe with me tomy houfe, el 
 And heare thou there how many fruitleffe prankes 
 This Ruffian hath botch’d up, that thou thereby f 
 Maift {mile at this: Thon fale not choofe but gees | 
 Doe not deny, befhrew his foule for me, a | 
 He ftarted one poore heart of mine, in thee. 
 
 Seb; What rellifhisinthis? How runs the Rreame? | 
 Or Iam mad, or elfe this is a dreame : ef 
 Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe fteepe, Gee 
 If it bethusto dreame, ftill let me fleepe, Baie 
 
 O/Nay come I prethee, would thoud ‘ft be rul’d by més 
 
 Seb= Madam, I will. 
 
 ol, O fay fo, and fo be. 
 
 ene ee UEEE ESI SasSREESSRnl 
 
 Excant. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 oD ee Se 
 
 Enter Maria, andClowne. ¢ | 
 
 Mar Nay, I prethee put on this gowne,and thisbeard, | 
 
 make him beleeve thou art fir Topas the Curate, doe it 
 
 quickly. Ile call fir Toby the whilft. ple 
 (lo. Well, Ie put it on, and I wi'l diffemble my felfe 
 
 in’t, and I would! were the §rft thar ever cease 7 
 
 uc 
 
fach aGowne. Last not tall enough to become the fun- 
 
 _| dent ; but to be faid an honeft man,and a good Houfekee- 
 per goesas fairely, astofay , a carefull manjand a great 
 Scholler. The Competitors enter. 
 
 : : Enter Tobie. 
 
 To. Iovebleffe thee M.Parfon. 
 
 Cle, Bonos dies fir Tobie:for as the old Hermit of Prage, 
 that never faw Pen and Inke, very wittily faidto a Neece 
 of King Gorbodacke, that that is, is : {01 being M. Parfon; 
 ‘am M.Parfon ; tor what is that,but that ? and is,butis ? 
 Jo. Tohim fir Topas. 
 
 Clow, What hoa,I {ay,Peacein this prifon 
 
 Te. The Knave counterfeits well : a good Knave. 
 
 Malvolio within. 
 
 Mal. Whe cals there? 
 
 le the Munaticke. 
 
 Aad, Six Topas, fix Topas, good fir Topas goeto my 
 Ladice | 
 Ci, Ont hyperbolicall fiend , how vexeft thou. this 
 man? Talkeft thou nothing but of Ladies ? 
 
 Tob. Well faid M.Parfon. ; 
 
 Mal. Six Topas , never was man thus wronged, good 
 _| fit Topas doe not thinke Lam mad: they have layde mee 
 heere in hideous darkneffe. 
 
 4. Fyesthou difhoneft Sathan 31 call thee by the moft 
 modeft termes, for Tam one of rhofe gentle ones, that 
 } will ufe the Divell himfelfe with curtefie : fayft thou that 
 houfe isdarke? 
 
 Mal, As hell fir Topas. 
 
 _ (4. Why it hath bay Windowes tranfparant as Barie 
 _| ¢adoes,and the cleare {tones toward the South North, are 
 _} asluftrous as Ebony : and yet complaineft thou of obitrn- 
 | ction? ~ 
 “Sg I am not mad fir Yopas,} {ay to you this houfe is 
 
 Ce . 
 
 Clo. Madmanthouerreft: 1 fay thereis no darkneffe 
 | but ignorance , in whichthon art more puzell’d then the 
 | £gyptians in their fogge. 
 | Adal. I fay this houfeis as darke as ignorance, though 
 | Ignorance were as darkeas hell; and J fay there wasue- 
 | Yer manthus abus‘d , Iamnomore madde than you are, 
 _} thake the triall of it ia any conftant queftion. 
 |) Clo. Whatisthe opinion of Pythagoras 5 concerning 
 | Wilde-fowle ? 
 |, Mal, Fhat the foule of out Grandam , might happily 
 | inhabite a Bird: 
 | Ct. Whatthink’ft thou of his opinion? 
 
 ‘| 441. Ithinke ncbly of the foule,, and no way approve 
 his opinion. . 
 |. Che. Fare thee well : remaine thou ftill in darkeneffe, 
 | thou thalt hold th’opinion of Pythagoras,cre I willallow 
 | Ofthy wits, and feare to killa Woodcocke, left thoudif- 
 | Poflefle the houfe of thy Grandam: Fare thee well. 
 | Mal. Sir Topas,fir Topas. 
 
 To My mott exquifite fir Topas. 
 
 Clo. Nay,I am for all waters. 
 | Mar. Thou mightit have done this without thy beard 
 
 and gowne,he fees thee not. 
 |, Teb.To him in thine owne voyce,and bring me word, 
 ¥ how thou findft him: 4 would wee were all rid of this 
 A knavery, If hee may be conveniently deliver’d, I would 
 _ | He were,for Iam now fo farre in offence with my Neece, 
 | that I cansot purfue with any fafety this {port the up- 
 
 thot, Comeby and by tomy Champer. - 
 
 Twelfe Night,or W bat you will. 
 
 f «Clas Six Topas the Curate;who comes to vifite A4alve-” 
 
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 Clo, Hey Robin; jolly Robin, tell me how thy Lady 
 
 ction well, nor leaneenough to be thought a good Stu- | does. 
 
 Mal, Foole.: 
 
 Clo. My Lady is unkinde,perdie. 
 
 Mal. Foole. 
 
 Clo. Alas whyis fhe fo. 
 
 Mal. Foole,| fay. TROY 
 
 (%o. She loves another. Who callsha? 
 
 Atal. Good Foole, aseverthou wilt deferve well at 
 my hand,helpe me toa Candle,and Pen; Inke,and Paper : 
 r: Tama Gentleman, I willlive to bee thankefull to. thee 
 or’t. 
 
 Clo, M, Malvolio ? 
 
 Mal. T good Foole: 
 
 Cle. Alasfir how fell you befides your five wits ? 
 
 Mal. Foole;there was never man fo notorioufly a- 
 bus: I amas well in my wits(foole)as thou art. 
 
 C4. But as well: then you are mad indeed , if youbee 
 no better in your witsthen 4 foole. 
 
 Mal. They have hereptopertied me : keepe mec in 
 darkeneffe,fend Minifters to mee, Affes, and doeall they 
 can to face me out of my wits. 
 
 (7. Advife you what you fay; the Minifteris here. - 
 Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens reftore: ende- 
 ag thy felfeto fleepe, and leave thy vaine bibble bab- 
 
 i 
 
 Mal. Sir Topas. 
 
 Cle. Maintaine no words with him good fellow, 
 Who I fir,not I fire God buy you good fir Topas: Mar~ 
 ry Amen. I will fir,I willfir. 
 
 (Mal. Foole,foole,foole Lay. 
 
 Cé.Alas fir be patient. W hat fay you fir,t am fhent for 
 {peaking to you. 
 
 Mal. Good foole helpe me to fome light , and fome 
 
 Paper, J tell thee Iamas.well in my wits, as any man in 
 
 | Illyria, 
 
 Clo: Well-a-day that you were fir. 
 Mal. By this hand lam: good foole, fome Inke, Pa- 
 perjand Light: and convey whar I will fet downe to my 
 Lady : it fhall advantage thee more, then ever the bearing 
 of Letter did. 
 Clo. I willhelpe you too’t.But tell me true,are you not 
 mad indeed,or doe you but counterfeit? 
 Adai.Beleeve mel am not, tell thee true. : 
 Clo, Nay, Ile ne’re beleeve a madman till I fee his 
 I will fetch you light,and paper,and inke. (braines; 
 Mal. Foole, lle requite it in the higheft degree : 
 I prethee be gone. 
 Clo. I am gone fit,andanon fir, 
 Tle be with you againe: 
 Inatrice,like tothe old vice, 
 _ yourneedeto fuftaine. . 
 Who with Dagger of Lath,in his rage and his wrathy 
 cryes ah ha,to the Divell : 
 Like a mad lad, paire thy nayles Dad, 
 Adieu good man Divells 
 
 Scena Tertia. 
 
 —_— 
 
 _ Eniter Sebaftian. 
 _ Seb. Thisistheayre,that isthe glorious Sunne, 
 This Pearle fhe gave me;I doe fee’it,and {ee'r, 
 
 Exit. | Andthough tis wonder that enwraps me thus, 
 Rees ° ees 
 
 Yet 
 
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 Yer ’tis hot madneffe, Where’se4nthonio then? 
 I could not finde him atthe Elephant, 
 
 Yet there he was,and there I found this credite, 
 That he did range the Towne to feeke me out, 
 His counfell now might doe me golden fervices 
 For though my foule difputes well with my fenfe, 
 That this may be fome error,but no madnefie, 
 Yet doth this accidentand flood of Fortune, 
 
 So farre exceed all inftarice,all difcourfe, 
 
 That I am reatly to diftruft mine eyes, 
 
 And wrangle with my reafon that perfwadesme 
 Toany other truft,but that Iam mad, 
 
 Orelfe the Ladies mad ; yet if’twere fo, 
 
 She could not fway her koufe, command her followers, 
 Take,and give backe affaires,and theirdifpatch; 
 With fucha ft mooth,difereet,and ftable-bearing 
 As I perceive fhe do's : there’s fomething in’t 
 Thatis deceiveable. But here the Lady comes, 
 
 Enter Olsvia,and PrieSt. 
 OL, Blatne not thishafte of mine : if you meane well 
 Now goe with me,and with this holy man 
 Into the Chantry by : there before him; 
 And underneath that confecrated roofe, 
 Plight me the full affurance of your faith; 
 That my moft j zalous,and too donbtfull foule - 
 May live at Peace. He fhall conceale it, 
 Whiles you are willing it fhall cometo note, 
 What time we will our celebration keepe 
 According to my birth, what doe you fay ? 
 Seb. Ile follow this good man,and goe with you, 
 And having {worne truth,ever will betrue. 
 O1.Then iead the way good father,and heavens fo fhine, 
 That they may fairely note this act of mine. Exeunt. 
 Fins Adius Quarti. 
 
 | ne 
 
 ef dus Quintus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Enter (lowne and Fabian. 
 Fab. Now asthou lov’ftme,let me {ee this Letter. 
 Clow. Good M. Fabian grant me another requeft. 
 Fab. Any thing. 
 (Clow, Doe not defireto fee this Letter. 
 Fab. This isto givea Dog , and in recomperice defire 
 my dogge againe. 
 
 Enter Duke,Viola,Curio,and Lords. 
 Duke. Belong youto the Lady Olivia,friends ? 
 Clow. I fir,weare fome of her trappings: - 
 Duke. I know thee well: how doeft thou my good 
 Fellow ? ae 
 Clo. Truely fir,the better for my foes ; andthe worfe 
 for my friends. 
 
 Du. Int the contrary : the better for thy friends, 
 
 (to. No fir,the worfe. 
 
 Du. How can that be ? 
 
 (lo.. Marry fir,they praife me,and make an Affe of me, 
 now my foestell me plainely,1 am an Affe : fo that by my 
 foes fir,I profit inthe knowledge of my felfe, and by my 
 friends Iam abufed : fo that conclufions to be as kiffes, if 
 your foure negatives make your two aifirmatives , why 
 then the worfe for my friends,and the better ‘for my foes. 
 
 The Twelfe Night, or, what you will. a 
 
 x 
 
 Du. Why this is excellent. ‘ sy 
 
 Clo. By my trothfir,no : thoughit pleafe you tobee } 
 one of my friends. ; ka 
 
 Du. Thou halt not bethe worfe for me, there's gold, 
 
 C/o.But that it would be double dealing fir,l would yon | 
 could make it another. ; See 
 
 Dx. Oyou give me ill counfell. 
 Clo. Patyour Grace in your pocket fir,for this once 
 and let your flefi and blobd obey it. * 
 Du. Well, 1 will be fo much afinner to be adouble 
 dealer : there’s another: i a 
 Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is agood Play, and the olde 
 faying is,the third Payes for all : the triplex fir, isa good 
 tripping meafiure,or the bels of S. Benmet fir may put you 
 in minde,one,two,three. : f 
 Dx. Youcan foole nomore money out of me at this} 
 throw : if you will let your Lady know 1 am here’ to. 
 fpeake with her and bring her along with you, itimay a} 
 wake my bounty further. a 
 Clo. Marty fir,]ullaby to your bounty till 1comeagen. 
 I goe fir,but I would not Have you to thinke , that my de- | 
 fire of having is the finne of covetoufheffe : but as youfay | 
 fir let your bounty take a nap,I willawakeit anon. East | 
 
 Enter eddnthonio and Officers. 
 
 Vie. Heere comes the man fir,that did refcue me. 
 Du. That face of his I doe remember well, 
 
 Yet wheh I faw it laft,it was befmear’d See 
 Asblackeas Vulcan, in the fmoake of Warre: 
 
 A bawbling Veflell was he Captain of, 
 
 For fhallow draught and Bulke unprizable, 
 
 With which fuch fcathfull grapple did he make, 
 
 With the moftnoble bottome of our Fleet, © 
 
 That very envy,and the tongue of loffe " 
 Cride’ fame and honour on him : What’sthe matter? 
 
 1 Offi. Orfino,thisis that Anthonio 
 That tooke the Phenix,and her fraught from Candy, 
 And this is he that did the Tiger boord, cig 
 When your yong Nephew Titus loft his legge; 
 Heere in the ftreets,defperate of fhameand ftate, P 
 In private brabble did we apprehend him. a 
 
 Vie. He did me kindnefle fir,drew on my fide, 
 But in conclufion put ftrange fpeech upon me, 
 
 I know not what’t was,but diftraction. 
 
 ~ Dw. Notable Pyrate,thon falt-water Theefe, 
 What foolifh boldneffe brought thee to their mercies, 
 Whom thou in termes fo bloudy,and fo deere 
 
 Haft made thine enemies? 
 
 Ant, Orfino: Noblefir, 
 
 Bepleas’d that I fhake off thefe names you give mee? 
 Anthonio never yet was Theefe,or Pyrate, 
 Though I confeffe,on bafe and ground enough 
 Orfino senemie.. A. yitchcraft drew me hither ¢ 
 That moft ingratefull Boy there by your fide, 
 From the rude feas enrag’d and foamy mouth 
 Did Iredeeme : a wracke paft hope he was ¢ 
 Hislife I gave him,and didtheretoadde 
 
 My love without retention, or reftraint, 
 
 All this in dedication. For his fake, 
 Did:lexpofe my felfe(pure for his love) 
 
 Into the danger of this adverfe Towne, 
 
 Drew to defend him,when he was befet : 
 Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning 
 (Not meaning to partake with me indanger) 
 Taught him to face me out of his acquaintances 
 
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And grew atwenty yeeresremovedthing, _ 
 While one would winke: denide me mine owne purfe, 
 Which I had recommended to his ufe; 
 Not halfean houre before. 
 Vio.» How can this be ? dis 
 Du. When came he tothis Towne ? f yet 
 efut. Today my Lord : and for three monthes before, 
 No satersm,not a minutes vacancie, 
 Both day and night did we keepe company. 
 Enter Oliwia and attendants, ov. be 
 Dz, Heere comes the Counteffe , now-heaven walkes 
 onearth: ‘ AD 
 But for thee fellow ; fellow thy words are madnefle; » 
 Three monthes this youth hath tended upon mie, 
 | But more of that anon. Take himafide, . noH 
 | .0¢ What would my Lord, but that he may not. haye, 
 | Wherein O4vsa may feeme ferviceable ? . 
 | Cefario,you doe not keepe promife with me. 
 | Veo, Madam. ) mbeun 
 ‘Du. Gracious Ohivia, 
 Of. What doe you fay (¢/arso? Good. my Lord. 
 Vie. My Lord would {peake,my dutie hufhes me. 
 O/. Hitbeoughtto the old tune my Lord, © 
 | Itisas fatand fullometo mine care ic 
 As howling after Muficke. 
 Da. Still focruell? 
 Ol. Still fo conftant Lord, ‘ 
 Du. Whatto perverfeneffe ? you uncivill Lady 
 | Towhofeingrate,andunaufpicions Altars 
 | My foule the faithtull’{t offerings have breath’d ont 
 | Thatere devotiontender’d, WhatfhallI doe? (him. 
 _ | Ol. Even what it pleafe my Lord, thar fhall become 
 + |. Da. Why fhould I not,(had L the heart to doe it) 
 _ | Liketo the A.gyptian Theefe,at point of death 
 | Kill what I love : (afavage jealoufie, 
 That fometime favours nobly )but heare me this : 
 Since you to non-regardance caft my faith, 
 And that I partly know the inftrament 
 That fcrewes me from my true place in your favour: 
 Live you the Marble-brefted Tyrant ftill. 
 | But this your Miniop,whom I know you love, 
 _ | And whom,by heaven I fweare, | tender deerely, 
 _} Him will I teare out of that crueli eye, 
 _ | Where he fits crowned in: his Mafters {pight. 
 _ | Come Boy with me,my thoughtsare ripe in mifchiefe : 
 __ |.Ile facrifice the Lambethat I doe love, 
 | To fpight a Ravens heart within a Dove. 
 Vio, And | moft jocond,apt,and willingly, 
 To doe you reft,athoufand.deathes would die. 
 - Ol. Where goes ('efario ? 
 Vio. After him Ilove, va bia 
 | More then I love thefe eyes,more then my life, 
 | More by all mores,then ere I thall love.wife.. | 
 | IFT doe feigne,you witnefles above 
 Punith my lite; for tainting of my Love. 
 Ol. Aye me detefted,how am I beguil’d? 
 Vir. Who does begnile you? who does do you wrong? 
 | _ Ol. Haft thou forgot thy felfe ? Is it fo long ? 
 Call forth the holy Father. . 
 | Dz. Gome,away. 
 Ol, Whither my Lord ? Cefario, usband, ftay, 
 Da. Husband? E 
 O2, I Husband. Can hethat deny. ? 
 Dx, Her husband, tirrah ? 
 Vio. No my Lord,not I. ae 
 Ol, Alas,it is the bafeneffc of thy.feare, 
 
 Twelfe NightsorW hatyou will, 
 
 | helpe, Thad rather than forty pound 1 were at home. 
 
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 That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety : 
 Feare not (¢/ario,take thy fortunes up, 
 Be that thou know’ftthou art,and then thou are 
 .As greatasthatthou fear’. 
 Woe Enter Pricft. 
 O welcomie Father : si 
 Father, charge thee by thy reverence 
 Here tounfold,thoughlately we intended 
 Tokeepe in darkenefle,what occafionnow. _. 
 Revealesbefore “tis ripe : what thou doeft know 
 Hath newly paft,betweene this youth,and mes 
 __ Priest, A Contract ofeterriall bond of love, 
 Confirm’d by mutuall joynder of your hands, 
 Attefted by the holy clofe oflippes, 
 Strengthened by enterchangement of your Rings, 
 And all the Ceremony of this compact 
 Seal'd in my fini@tion,by my. teftimony : 
 Since when,my watch hath told me,taward my grave 
 I have travail'd butrwohoures.. » ... 
 Lu. O thou diffembling Cub : what wilt thoube 
 Wher tine hath fow’'d.a grizzle on thy cafe 2 
 Or will not elfethy-craft4o quickly grow, 
 That thine owne trip thall be thine overthrow 2. 
 Farewell;and take her,but direct thy fect, 
 Where thou, and I(henceforth may never meet. 
 Ui. My Lord,I doe proteft. 
 Ol. Odoenot{weare, 
 How little faith, chough thou hafttoo much feares 
 
 Enter Sir Andrew. 
 And, For the love of Goda Surgeon, fend one. pre- 
 fently to fir Toby. 
 Ol. What's the mittes ? 
 And. Vas broke my head a-croffe ,and has given Sir 
 Toby a bloody Coxecombe to: forthe love of God your 
 
 Ol, Whohas done this Sir Andrew? 
 
 - And, The Counts Gentleman ,one(¢/4ro; wee tooke 
 him fora Coward, but he’s the very Divell incardinate. 
 
 Da. My Gentleman Cefario ? ; 
 
 And. Odd’s lifelings here he is: you broke my head 
 pid ng that that I did,T was fet on to doo’ tby fir 
 Toby. 
 
 Vio. Why doe you fpeake to me, I-never hurt you : 
 You drew your {word upon me without caufe, 
 But I befpake you faire,andhurt younot.  ~ 
 
 Enter Toby and Clowne. 
 
 end. Ifa bloody Coxecombe be a burt,you have hurt 
 me; I chinke youfet nothing by a bloody Coxecombe, 
 Heere comes fir Toby halting,you fhall heare more: butif |. 
 he had not beene in drinke , hee would have tickel’d you 
 other gates then he did. 
 
 Dz. How now Gentleman ? how ift with you ? 
 
 Te, That’sallone;has burt mejand there’sth’end on’t . 
 Sot,didft fee Dicke Surgeon fot ? 
 
 Cl. O he'sdrunkefir above anhoure agone : his eyes 
 were fetat eight ;’th morning. . : vt 
 
 To. Then he’sa Rogue after a pafly meafuresPavin:I 
 hate a drunken Rogue: AS eerie F443 . 
 
 O/, Away with him? Who hath made this havocke 
 withthem?. 
 
 — Ile helpé you Sir Tby,becaufe we'll be dreft to- 
 
 To. Willyou helpean Affe-head, anda Coxecombe, 
 anda Knave : athinne-fac’d Knave,a Gull ? 
 ee Ol. 
 
OL. Get him to bed,and let his hurt be look’d to. 
 Enter Sebastian. 
 Seb. Yamforry Madam I have hurt your kinfman: 
 But had it beene the brother of my blood, 
 I muft have done no leffe with wit and fafety. 
 You throw a ftrange regard ie me,and by that 
 I doe perceive it hath offended yous 
 Pardon me (fweet one even fer the vowes 
 We made each other, but fo late agoe. 
 
 A naturall Perfpectivesthat is,and isnot, 
 
 Seb. eAuthono, O my deareeAnthonso 
 How have the houresrack’d,and tor turd me, 
 
 Since I ave loft thee ? 
 
 Ant. Sebaftian areyou? 
 
 Seb. Fear’(t thou that Axthonte? 
 
 ‘Aut, How have you made divifion of your felfe, 
 An Apple cleft in two,is not more twin 
 Then thefe twocreatures. Which is Sebastian ? 
 
 OZ. Moft wonderfull. 
 
 Seb. Doe I fandthere ? I never hada brother 
 Norcan there bea Deity inmy nature 
 Ofhere,and every where. I hada fitter, ° 
 Whom the blinde waves and furges have devour'd: 
 Ofcharity,whatkinne are you to me ? 
 
 What Countreyman ? What name? What Parentage? 
 Vio. Of Meffaline : Sebaftian was my Father 
 
 Such a Sebaffian was my brother to + 
 
 So went he fuited to his watery tombe : 
 
 If fpirits can aflume both forme and fuite, 
 
 | Youcometofrightuss 
 Seb, A fpirit I am indeed, 
 
 Butam ia that dimenfion grofly clad, 
 
 Which from the Wombe I did participates ' 
 
 Were youa woman,as the reft goe even, 
 
 I fhould my teares let fall upon your cheeke, 
 
 And fay,thrice welcome drowned Viola, 
 
 Vio. My Father hada Moale upon hisbrow. 
 
 Seb, And fo had mine. 
 
 Vio. And did that day when Viola frotn her bisth 
 Had numbred thirteene yeeres. 
 
 Seb. O that record is lively in my foule, 
 
 He finifhed indeed his mortallacte 
 That day that mademy fifter thirteene yeares. 
 Vio. if nothing letsto make vs happy both, 
 Butthis my mafculine ufurp’d attyre: 
 Doe not embrace me,till each circumftance, 
 Of place, time, fortune,doe co-here and jumpe 
 That Lam Fiola,whichto confirme, 
 Hlebring you to a Captaine inthis Towne, 
 Where lye my Maiden weeds: by whofe gentle helpe, 
 I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Count : » 
 Allthe occurrence of my fortune fince 
 Hath been between this Lady,and this Lord. 
 Seb. So comes it Lady,you have beene miftooke : 
 But Naturetoher bias drew in that. 
 You would have beene contracted to a Maid, 
 Nor are you therein (by my life )deceiv’d, 
 You arebetroth’d both toa Maid and man. 
 Du. Be not amaz’d,right noble is his blood : 
 If this be fo,as yet the glaffe feemestrue, 
 1 fhall have fare inthis moft happy wracke. 
 
 Boy,thow haft faid tomea thoufand times, 
 
 Zz 
 
 * | ‘Thou never fhoulft love womanlike to me- 
 ‘| > Gio. Andall thofe fayings,will I over-{weare, 
 And all thofe fwearings keepeas true in foule, 
 
 Dw. One facesone voyce,one habit,and two perfons, 
 
 Twelfe Night, or, what you i 
 
 As doth that Orbed Continent,the fire, 
 That fevers day from night. ; 
 
 Du. Give me thy hand, - | 
 And let me fee thee inthy womans weeds. 
 
 Vio, The Captaine that did bring me firft on fhore, 
 Hath my Maides garments : he upon fome Action 
 Is now in durance,at Adalvolio’s {uite, 
 
 AGentleman and follower of my Ladics. i 
 O/. He thallenlarge him : fetch 44a/volio hither, 
 And yet alas,now I remember me, 
 They fay,poore Gentleman, he's much diftract. 
 Enter the Clowne with a Letter,and Fabian, 
 A moft exacting frenzie of mine owne, 
 From my remembrance,clearely banifh his. 
 How does he firrah? 
 
 Co. Truely 
 end as well asa man in 
 aletter to you;I {hould have given't you today morning, 
 But as a madmans Epiftlesare no Gofpels, 
 not much when they are deliver'd- 
 
 ol. Open’t,and reade it. 
 
 (to. Looke then to be well edi fied when the Foole 
 deliversthe Madman. ‘By rhe Lord Afadam. 
 
 ol. How now,art thou mad ? 
 
 (2. No Madam,l doe but réade madneffe ; and your | 
 
 Vox. 
 OL. Prethee reade i’thy right wits. 
 Clo. So I doe Madona : but toreade 
 
 care. 
 Ol. Reade it you,firrah. 
 
 Fab. Readt. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and | 
 the world fhall know it : Though you have put mee into | 
 darkeneffe,and given your druakenCozen rule over me, 
 
 Madam, he holds -Belzebub at the flaves | 
 his cafe may doe: has heere writ } 
 
 Lady fhip will have it as it ought to be, you mult allow | 
 
 his right wits, is} 
 to reade thus: therefore,perpend my Princeffe , and give | 
 
 fo it skills | ! 
 
 yet have I the benefit of my fenfes as wellas your Lady- a 
 
 fhip. Ihave yourowne Letter, that induced meto't 
 
 {emblance I put on swith the whichT doube'not , but to | 
 doe my felfe much right,or you much fhame : Thinkeot 
 me as you pleafe. I leave my duty alittle unthought of, 
 
 and {peake out of my injury. 
 Ol, Did he write this? 
 
 Ch. I Madame. 
 
 D2. This favoutsnot much of diftraction. 
 
 OL Sec him deliver'd Fabian, bring him hither : 
 My Lord,fo pleafe you,thefe things further thought on, 
 Tothinke me as well a filter,asa wife, 
 
 One day fhall crowne th’alliance on’t,,fo pleafe you; 
 Hereat my houfe,and atmy proper coft. 
 
 Du. Madam, am moft apt vembrace your offer ¢ 
 
 Your Matter quits you : and for your fervice done him, 
 So much againft the mettle of your fex, ‘ 
 So farre beneath your foft and tender breeding, 
 And fince you call’d me Mafter,for fo long : 
 Here is my hand, you thall from this time bee 
 Your Mafters Miftris. : 
 
 01. A fifter,you are the. 
 
 zs Enter Malvolio. 
 
 Dx. Isthisthe Madman? 
 
 Ol. I my Lord,this fame; How now Malvolio? 
 
 Mal, Madam,you have done me wrong, 
 
 Notorious wrong- 
 
 Ol. Have I AZalvolio ? No. 
 
 Mal. Lady you have,pray you perufe that Letters 
 You mutt not now deny itis your hand, 
 
 Write from it if you can,in hand,or phrafe, 
 
 The madly ns'd Malveolia 
 
Tivelfe night, or VW bat yon will, 
 
 ———— ooo 
 
 Or fay,’tis not your feale,not your invention : 
 Youcan fay none ofthis. Well,grant it then, 
 And tell me in the modefty of honour, 
 Why you have given me fuch cleare lights of favours 
 Bad me come {miling and crofle-garter’d to to you, 
 To put on yellow ftockings,and to frowne 
 Ypon fir Joby,and the lighter people : 
 “And acting this in an obedient hope, 
 Why have you fuffer’d me to be imprifon’d , 
 Kept ina darke houte,vifited by the Prieft, 
 And made the moft notorious gecke or gull, 
 That ere invention plaid on? Tell me why ? 
 Ol, Alas Malvolio,this is not my writing, 
 Though I confefle,much like the Character : 
 But out of queftion,tis A¢arias hand. 
 And now I doe bethinke me,it was fhe 
 Firft told me thou wait mad ; then cam’ftin fmiling, 
 | And in fuch formes,which here were prefuppos'd 
 _| Vponthee in the Letter: prethee be content, 
 ‘This practife hath moft fhrewdly paft upon thee: 
 But when we know the groundsand authors ofit, 
 Thou fhalt be both the Plaintiffe and the Iudge 
 Ofthine owne caufe, 
 __ Fab. Good Madam here me {peake, 
 And Jet no quarrell,nor no brawle to come, 
 Taint the condition of this prefent houre, 
 Which | have wondredat. In hopeit fhall not, 
 | Moft freely I confeffe my felfe,and Toby 
 4 Serchis device againft A44/velto heere, 
 Vponfome ftubborne and uncourteous parts 
 | We had conceiv’dagainft him. (Maria writ 
 The Lettes,at fir Tobyes great importance, 
 | Inrecompence whereof,he hath marryed her : 
 | How with a fportfull malice it was follow’d, 
 _| May rather plucke on laughter than revenge, 
 ‘If that the injuries be juftly weighd, 
 That have on both fides paft. ' 
 61: Alas poore Foole how have they baffel’d thee ? 
 
 Yo, Why fomeare borne great,fome atchieve great~ 
 ¢, andfome have greatneffe throwne upon them. I 
 sone fir, inthis Enterlude,one fir Topas fir, but that’s 
 
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 all one: By the Lord Foole, Iam not mad : but doe you 
 remember,Madam,why laugh youat fuch a barren rafcal, 
 and you finile not hee’s gag’d : and thus the whirle-gigge 
 of time,brings in his revenges 
 (Mat, Mle be reveng’d on the whole packe of you, 
 O/. He hath beene moft notorioufly abus’d. 
 ‘Dx. Purfue him,and entreat him toa peace: 
 He hath not told us of the Captaine yet, 
 When that is knowne,and golden time convents; 
 A folemne Combination fhall be made 
 Ofour deere foules. Meane time {weet fifter, 
 We will not part from hence. Ce/arso come 
 (For fo you fhall be while you are a man:) 
 But when in other habites you are feene, 
 Orfino's Miftris,and his fancies Queene, 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 Clowne fings. 
 Wher that I was and alittle tine Boy, 
 with hey,bo,the winde and the raine: 
 eA fooli~h thing was but a toy, 
 + — for theraine it raineth every day. 
 
 But when I came to mans eftate 
 with hey ho,G-c~ 
 _ Gainst knaves and sheeves men fout their gate, 
 fortheraine oc. 
 
 But when I came alas to wive, 
 with hey,ho,ec. 
 
 By fwaggering conld I never thrive, 
 for the raine,Gc. 
 
 But when I came unto wy beds, 
 with bey bo,cc. 
 
 With Tofpots ftill bad drtinken heads, 
 for the raine, eco 
 
 A great while agoe the world begon, 
 with hey,ho, ce. : 
 
 But that’s all one,orer Play i8 dont, 
 and wee l fPrive to please you every day: 
 
Ecnter Camillo and Archidamus. 
 
 Arch. 
 | SAHeESE you thall chance ( Camillo) to vifit Bobemia,on 
 . eee the like occafion whereon my fervices are now 
 
 CNS on-foot, you fhall fee (as I have {4id) great dif- 
 m” ference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicsla, 
 | Cam. I thinke, thiscommon Summer, the King of S#- 
 | cia meanes to pay Bohemia the vifitationwhich he jaftly 
 owes him. 
 e4rch. Wherein our Entertainement fhall fhame us : 
 
 we will be juftified in our Loves: for indeed— 
 | Cam. ’Beleech you 
 | Arch. Verely I{peake it inthe freedome of my know- 
 ledge s wecannot with fuch magnificence——in fo rarem 
 _ |, I know not what to fay Wewill give you fleepy 
 
 | Drinkes, that your Sences ( un-intelligent of our infuifi- 
 | cience) may, though they cannot prayfe us , aslittle ac- 
 | cufeus. 
 
 : Cam. Youpay a great dealetoo deare, for what's given 
 reely. 3 
 ced *Beleeve me, I fpeake as my underftanding in- 
 Aructsme, and as mine honettie puts it to utterance. 
 Cam. Sicilia cannot thew himfelfe over-kind to Bohe- 
 
 ‘| mia; They were trayn’d together in their Child-hoods ; 
 | and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection, 
 | which cannot chufe but branch now. Sigce their more 
 {| mature Dignities, and Royall Necellities, made feperati- 
 | on of their Societie, their encounters ( though not Perfo- 
 nall ) have beene royally attornyed with enter-chaage of 
 Gift, Letters, loving Embaffies, that they have feem'd to 
 be together, though abfent: fhooke hands, as over a Vaft 
 Sea,andembrac’d as ic were from the ends of eppofed 
 Winds. The Heavens continue their. Loves. 
 
 e4rch. Ithinke there is notin the World, cither Ma- 
 4 lice or Matter, to alterire You have an un{peakeable com- 
 fort of your young Prince Mamillus :itisa gentleman of 
 | the'greateftP romife, that ever came into my Note. 
 
 Cam, very wellagree with you, in the hopes of him: 
 itisa gallant Child ; one that (indeed) Phyficks the Sub- 
 ject, makes oldhearts fiefh: they that went on Crutches 
 ere he was borne, defire yet their life,to fee hima Man, 
 
 Arch, Would they elfe be contentto dye? 
 - Cam. Yes; itthere were noother excufe, why they 
 | fhoulddefire to live. : 
 Arch. If the King had no Sonne , they would defire to 
 live on Crutches till he had one. ~ Excunt. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Camillo. 
 Pol. NineChangesof the Watry-Starre hathbeene 
 
 yt ee 
 
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 SA QL Sex 2 OR 
 -TheV Vinters Vale: 
 
 eA lus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 S)) <p 
 
 The Shepheards Note, fince we have left our Throne 
 Without a Burthen: ‘Timie as long againe 
 Would be fill'd up.(my Brother) with our Thankes, 
 And yet we fhould, for perpetuitie, 
 Goe hence in debt : And therefore, like a Cypher 
 (Yet ftanding in rich place) I multiply 
 With one we thanke you, many thoufands moe, 
 That goe before ir. 
 
 Leo. Stay your Thankes a while, 
 And pay them when you parts 
 
 Pol. Sir, that’s tomorrow: 
 
 Tam queftion’d by my feares of what may chance, 
 Or breed upon our abfence, that may blow 
 
 No fheaping Winds at home, to make us {ay, 
 Thisis put torth too truly : befides, I have ftay'd 
 To tyre yout Royaltie. 
 
 Leo. Weare tougher (Brother) 
 Then you can put usto’t. 
 
 Pol. Nolonger ftay. 
 
 Leo, One Seve'night longer. 
 
 Pol, Very footh, to morrow. 
 
 Leo. Wre'le part the timebetweene’s then :,andin that 
 Ile no gaine-faying. : 
 
 Pol. Prefie menot (*befeech you) fo: 
 
 There isno Tongue that moves; none, nonei’th’ Would 
 Sofoone.as yours, could win me : foit fhouldnow, - 
 Were there neceffitie in your requeft, although 
 "Twereneedfuli Ideny’dic. My Affaires 
 
 Doe even drag me home-ward : whichto hinder, 
 
 Were (in your Love) a Whip tome; my ftay, 
 
 To you a Charge,and Trouble : to fave both, 
 
 Farewell (our brother.) ‘' 
 
 Leo. Tongue-ty’d our Queene? {peake you. 
 
 Her. I hadthought (Sir)to have held my peace, untill 
 You haddrawne Oathes from him, not to flay: you (Sir) 
 Charge him toocoldly. Tell him, youare fure 
 All in Bobemia’s well: this fatisfaGtion, 
 
 The by-gone-day proclaim’d, fay this to him, 
 He’s beat ftom his beft ward. a 
 
 Leo. Wellfaid, Hermione. . 
 
 Her, Totell,hz longs to ee his Sonne, were ftrong: 
 Butlet him fay fo then, and let him goe ; 
 
 But let him {weare fo, and he thall not ftay, 
 
 Wee’l.thwack Him hence with Diltaffes. 
 
 Yet of yourroyaliprefence, eadventure 
 
 The borrow ofa Weeke. When at Bohemia 
 
 You take my Lord, Ile give him my Commiffion, 
 
 To let him there a Moneth, behind the Geft 
 
 Prefix'd for’s parting: yet (good-heed) Leontes, 
 
 I love thee nota Iarre o’th’ Clock, behind 
 
The Poses Tale. 
 
 What Lady fhe her Lord. You'le ftay 
 Poi. No, Madame. 
 Her. Nay, but you will? 
 Pol. I may not verily. 
 Her, Verily? 
 You put me off with limber Vowes sbacl, | 
 Though you would feek t’uniphere the Stars with Oaths, 
 Should yet fay, Sir, no going : Verely 
 You fhall not gos; a Ladyes Verely is 
 As potent as a Lords, Will you goe yet 2 
 Force meto keepe you as aPrifoner, 
 Not like a Gueft : fo you fhall pay your Fees 
 When you depart, and fave your Thankes. How fay you? 
 My Prifoner? or my Gueft ? by your dread verely, 
 One of them you fhall be. 
 Pol, Your Guelt then Madame : 
 To be your Prifoner, fhould import offendings 
 Which is for me leffe eafie to commit, 
 Then youtopunifh, 
 , Her. Not your Gaoler then, 
 But your kind Hoftefle, Come, Ile queftion you 
 Of my Lords Tricks and yours, when you were Boyes* 
 You were pretty Lordings then ¢ 
 Pol. We were (faire Queene) 
 Two Lads,that thought there was no more 
 But fuch a day to morrow; as to day, 
 And to be boy eternal. 
 Hel, Wasnot my Lord 
 The verier Wag o'th’ two ? 
 Pal. We were astwyn'd Lambs, that did frisk ?th’Sun 
 And bleat the one at th’other : what we chang’d, 
 Was Innocence, for innocence : we knew not 
 The Doétrine of ill-doing, ne nor dream’d ~ 
 That any did : Had we purfu’d chat life, 
 And our weake Spirits ne’re beene higher rear’d 
 With ftronger blood, we fhotild have anfwer’d Heaven 
 | Boldly, not guilty; the Impofition clear’d, 
 - Hereditarie ours. , 
 Hel. By this we gather 
 You havetript fince: 
 - Pot. O my moft facred Lady, 
 Temptations have fince then beene borne to’s: for 
 In thofe unfledg’d dayes, was my Wife a Gurle ; 
 Your precious{elfe had then not crois’d the eyes ” 
 Of my young Play-feilow. 
 Her. Grace.to boot : 
 Of this make no conclufion, leaft you fay 
 Your Queeneand I are Devils : yet goe On, 
 Th’ offences we have made you doe, wee'le anfwere, 
 If you firft finn’d with us: and that with us 
 You did continue fault; and that you flipt not 
 With any, but with us. 
 Leo. Is he wonne yet? 
 Her. Hee'le ftay, (my Lord.) 
 Leo. At my requeit, he would not : 
 Hermione (my deareft) thou never {poak’ft 
 To better purpofe, 
 Her. Never? “Sage 
 Leo. Never, but once. = 
 Her.What? have I twice faid well? when was’t before? 
 Tprethee tell me : cram’s with praife,and make’s 
 As fatas taine things : One good deed, dying tongueleffe, 
 Slaughters a thoufand, wayting upon that. 
 | Our prayfesare our Wages, Youmay ride’s 
 "With one foft Kiffeathoufand Furlongs,ere 
 With Spur we heatan Acre. But toth’ Goale : 
 
 behind, 
 
 | 
 
 ” As o’re-dy'd Blackes, as Wind, as Waters;falfe 
 
 | Looke on me with your Welkin eye :fweet Villaines 
 
 | Communicat’ft with Dreames (how can this be?) 
 
 ‘No borne ’twixt his and mine ; yet were it true, 
 
 My laft good deed was to intreatc his ftay. 
 
 What was my firft? itha’s an clder Sifter, 
 
 Or I miftake you : O,would her name were Grace, 
 But once before I fpoke to th’ purpofe? when? 
 Nay, let me have’t : I long- 
 
 Leo. Why, that was when a 
 Three crabbed Moneths had fows’d themfelvesto death, 
 Ere Icould make thee open thy white Hand : 
 
 And clap thy felfe, my Love; then didft thou utter, 
 I am yours for ever. 
 
 Her, Tis Grace indeed. F 
 Why lo-younow}; 1 have fpoke toth’ purpofetwice s 
 The one for ever earn’d a Royall Husband; 
 
 Th’ other, for fome whilea Friend. 
 
 Leo. Too hot, too hot: 
 
 To mingle friendfhip farre, is mingling bleods. 
 Ihave Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces, 
 Bat not for joy;not joy. This entertainement 
 May a fice face put. on : derives a Libertie 
 
 From Heartineffe,from Bountie, fertile Bofome, 
 And we’l become the Agent: ’t may; I graunt: 
 
 But to be padling Palmes, and pinching fingers, 
 As now they are,and inaking practis d Smiles 
 Asina Looking-Glaffe; and then to figh, as ‘twere 
 The Mort o’th’ Deere: oh, that is entertainement 
 My Bofome likes not, nor my Browes.AZamsllsma, 
 Art thou my Boy ? 
 
 Mam. my good Lord. 
 
 Leo. Vfecks : ee 
 Why that’s my Bawcock:what?has’t fmuteh'd thy Nofe? | 
 They fay itisa Coppy outof mine. Come Captaing, | 
 We mutt be neat ; not neat, cleanly Captaine : , 
 And yet the Steere, the Heycter, and the Calfe, 
 Areall calid Neate. Still Virginalling 
 Vpon his palme ? How now (you wanton Calfe) 
 Art thou my Calfe ? 
 
 (Mam. Yes it you will (my Lord.) 
 
 Leo. Thou want ita rough path, the fhootes that I have | 
 Tobe full, like me: yet they fay we are oa 
 Almoftas like as Egges ; Women fay fo, 
 (That will fay any thing,) But were they falfe 
 
 $a? 
 
 RS tame SI Lie 
 
 As Dice are to be with’d, by one that fixes 
 
 To fay this Boy were like me. Come (Sir Page) 
 
 Moft dear'ft, my Collop: Can thy Dam,may’t be 
 Affection? thy intention ftabs the Center. 
 Thou do’ft make poffible things not be fo held, 
 
 With what’s unreall: thou coactive art, 
 Andfellow’ft nothing. Then’tisvery credent, == 
 Thou may’ft co-joyne with fomething, and thoudo’ft,, | 
 (And that beyond commiffion) and I finde it, 
 (And that to the infection of my Braines, 
 And hardning of my Browes.) 
 Pol. What meanes Sicsha? 
 Her. He fomething feemes unfetled- 
 Pol, How? my Lord ? ! . 
 Leo. What cheere? how is’t with you,beft Brother? 
 Her.You look as if you held abrowof much diftraction, | 
 Are you mov’d (my Lord?) 
 Leo No, in good earnett. :s 
 How fometimes Nature will betray it’s folly? 
 It’s tendernefle? and make it felfe a Pa(time 
 To harder bofomes? Looking on the Lynes 
 
 oo tial 1 a2 Eee 
 
 ARETE? ie ae egos 
 
at 
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 2 Lee. Didft note it? 
 
 Mam. No (my Lord) Ile fight. 
 
 Leo. You will: why happy man be’s dole. My Brother 
 Are you fo fond of your young Prince, as we 
 Doe feeme to be of ours? 
 
 Pol. If at home (Sir) 
 
 Hee’s all my Exercife, my Mirth, my Matter ; _ 
 Now my {worne Friend, and then mine Enemie ; 
 My parafite, my Soulditer : State{-man;all : 
 
 He makesa lulyes day, fhort as December, 
 
 And with his varying child-neffe, cures in me 
 Thoughts, that fhould thicke my blood. 
 
 Lro. So itands this Squire 
 
 } Oficd with me : We two will walke (my Lord) ~ 
 
 ~ ] And leave youto your graver fteps. Hermione, 
 
 _ | How thon lon'ft, us, faew in our Brothers welcome ; 
 _ | Let whatis deare in Sicily, be cheape: 
 
 Next to thy felfe, aad my young Rover, hee’s 
 Apparant to my heart. 
 
 Her. Ifyou wouid feeke us, 
 
 Weare yours i’th’ Garden : thall’sattend you there ? 
 
 Leo. To your owne bents difpofe you: you'le be found 
 
 ‘| Be yowbeneath the Sky : IT amangling new, 
 
 Though you perceive me not how I give Lyne) 
 0¢ to, goe ta. 
 
 How the holds up the Neb? the Byll te him? 
 And armes her with the boldneffe of a Wife 
 To her allowing Husband. Gone already, 
 Ynch-thicke, knee-deepe; ore head and eares a fork’d one. 
 Goe play (Boy) play : thy Mother playes,and I 
 | Play too; but fodifgrac’d a part, whofe iffue 
 | Will hiffe me to my Grave : Contempt and Clamor 
 Will be my Knell. Goe play (Boy) play, there have been 
 (Or I am much deceiv’c) Cuckoids ere now, 
 And many a man there is (even at this prefent, — 
 Now, while I {peake this) holds his Wife by th’ Arme, 
 That little thinkes fhe ha’sbeene fluye’d in’s abfence, 
 _ | And his Pond fith’d by his next Neighbor (by 
 | Sir Smile, his Neighbor: ) nay ,there’s comfort in’t, 
 Whiles other men have Gates, and thofe Gates open’d 
 {As mine) againft their will. Should all de(paire 
 That have revolted Wives,the tenth of Mankind 
 | Would hang themfelves, Phyficke for't, there’s none: 
 __ }Itisa bawdy Planet, that will ftrike 
 | Where ’tis predominant; and ’tis powrefull : thinke it: 
 | From Ea@, Weaft, North, and South, be itconcluded, 
 {No Barricado for a Belly. Know’t, 
 _ q Tewil let in and ont the Enemie, 
 With bag and baggage : many thoufand. on’s 
 
 Have the Difeafe, and feele’t noc. How now Boy? 
 Mam, \ amlike youthey fay. 
 Leo. Why, that’s fome comfort, 
 What? (Camillo there? 
 Cam. 1, my good Lord, 
 Lt0,Goe play ((Mamiliins) thou’ rt an honeft man: 
 
 Camillo , this great Sir will yet ftay longer. 
 
 Cam. You had much adoe to make his Anchor hold, 
 When you caft out, it ftill came home. 
 
 T he Winters Tale. 
 
 Of my Boyes face, me thoughts I did requoyle 
 
 Z Tecate ie yeares, and faw my felfe unbreech’d, 
 In my greene Velvet Coat;my Dagger muzzel'd, 
 Leaft it fhonld bite it's Mafter, and fo prove 
 
 (As Ornaments oft do's ) too dangerous : 
 
 How like (me thought) I then was to this Kernell, 
 This Squafh, this Gentieman, Mine honeft frend, 
 Will youtake egges for Money ? 
 
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 | Refides not in thatman,thai do's not thinke) 
 
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 Cam.He would not ftay at your petitions, made 
 His bufineffe more material. 
 
 Leo. Didit perceive it ? ii 
 They’re here with me already ; whifp’ring rounding: 
 Sicilia isa {o-forth : ’tis farre wOone, su I: 
 When I fhall guft it laft.. How cam’t (Camille) 
 
 That he did flay 2 
 (4m. At the good Queenes intreatie. 
 Leo, At the Queenes be’t Good fhould be pertinent, 
 But fo itis, itis not. Was thistaken 
 By any underftanding pate butthine? 
 For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in 
 More then the common Blocks. Not noted, is’r, 
 But of the finer Natures? by fome Severalls 
 Of Head-peece extraordinaric? Lower Mefles 
 Parchance are to this bufineffe purblind? fay. 
 
 Cam. Bufinefle, my Lord? Ithinke moft underftand 
 Bohemia ftayes heere longer, 
 
 Leo, Ha? 
 
 (Cam. Stayes here longer. 
 
 Leo. I, but why? 
 
 Cam. Tofatisfie your Highneffe,and the Entreaties 
 Of our moft gracious Miftris. 
 
 Leo. Satistic 2 
 Th’entreaties of your Miftreffe ? Satisfie ? 
 
 Let that fuifice. I havetrufted thee (Camillo) 
 With all the neereftthings to my heart, as well 
 My Chamber-Conncels, wherein (Prieft-like) thou 
 Haft cleans'd my Bofome : I, trom thee departed 
 Thy penitent reform’d : but we have beene 
 Deceiv’d in thy integritie , deceiv’d 
 
 In that which feemes fo. 
 
 Cam. Be it forbid (my Lord.) 
 
 Leo’ Tobide upon’t :thonart not honeft : or 
 If thou inclinft chat way, thou art a Coward, 
 
 Which hoxes honeftie behind, reftrayning 
 
 From Courfe requir’d: or elfe thou muftbe counted 
 A Servant, grafted in my ferious Truft, 
 
 And therein negligent : or elfe a Foole, 
 
 That feeft a Game plai’d home the richStakedrawne, 
 And tak’ft it ali for jeaft. 
 
 Cam. My gracious Lord, 
 
 I may benegligent, foolith, and fearefull, 
 Inevery one of thefe, no man is free, 
 
 But that his negligence, his folly,feare, 
 Amongtt the infinite doing ofthe World, 
 Sometime puts forth in your affaires (my Lord. ) 
 Ifever I were wilfull- negligent, 
 
 It was my folly ; it indulirioufly 
 
 I plai’d the foole,.it was my negligence, 
 
 Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearefull . 
 To doea thing, where I the iffue doabted, 
 Whereof the execution did cry out 
 
 Againit the non-performance.’twasa feare - 
 Which oft infectsthe witeft: chefe (my Lord) 
 Are fuch allow’d Infirmities that honztftie 
 Isnever free of. Butbefeech your Grace — 
 
 Be plainer with me, let me know my trefpas 
 
 '| By it’s ownevifage; it Ithen deny it, 
 
 ’Tis none of mine. 
 
 Leo, Ha’ not you feene Camille ? 
 (But that’s paft doubt; you kave, or your eye-glaffe 
 Is thicker thena Cuckolds Horne) or heard ? 
 (For toa Vifion foapparant,Rumor 
 Cannot be mute) or thought? (for Cogitation 
 
 : Aa2 
 
 . 
 
My Wife is flipperie 2 If thou wiltconfeffe, 
 Or elfe be impudently negative; 
 To have nor Eyes, nor Eares, nor Thought, 
 My Wife’sa Holy-Horfe, defervesa Name 
 As rankeasany Flax-W ench, that putsto 
 Before her troth-plight : {ay’tyand juftity’t. 
 Cam. 1 would not be a ftander-by, to heare 
 My Soveraigne Miftriffe clouded fo, without 
 My prefent vengeance taken: “fhrew my heart, 
 You never {poke what did become you leffe 
 Then this; which to reiterate, were fin 
 As deepe as that, though true. 
 Leo. Js whilpering nothing ? ' 
 Ts leaning Cheeketo Cheeke? is meating Nofes? 
 Killing with in-fide Lip? ftopping the Cariere 
 Of Laughter, with a figh? (a Note infallible 
 Ofbreaking honeftie) horfing footonfoot? 
 Skulking in corners? wilhing Clocks more {wift? 
 Houres, Minutes? the Noone, Mid-night ? and all Eyes 
 Blind withthe Pin and Web, but theirs; theirs onely, 
 T hac would unfeene be wicked? Is this nothing? ‘ 
 Why then the World, and all that'sin’t, isnothing, 
 The covering Skie is nothing, Bohemia nothing, 
 My Wife isnothing, nor Nothing have thefe Nothings, 
 If this be nothing. 
 Cam. Good my Lord, be cur’d 
 Of this difeas’d Opinion, and betimes, 
 For tis moft dangerous. 
 Leo. Say it be, “tistrue. - 
 Cam. No,no,my Lord. 
 Leo. itis:youlye,youlye: 
 I fay thou lyeft Camillo, and I hate thee, : 
 1 Pronounce thee a grofle Lowt, a mindleffe Slave, 
 Or elfe a hovering Temporizer, that ; 
 Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evill, 
 Inclining to them both : were my wives Liver 
 Infected (as her life) fhe would not live 
 The running of one Glaffe. 
 Cam. Whodo’s infect her ? ; 
 Leo. Whiy hé'tbat weares her like her Medull,hanging 
 About his necke ( Bohemia) who, if I 
 Had Servantstrue about me, that bare eyes 
 To fee alike mine Honor, astheir profits, 
 (Their owne particular Thrifts) they would doe that 
 Which fhould undoe more doing : I, and thou 
 His Cup-bearet, whom I from meaner forme ~ 
 Have Bench’d, and rear’d to Worfhip, who may ‘ft fee 
 Plainely, as Heaven fees Earth, and Earth fees Heaven, 
 How I amgall'd, thou might’ftbe-{picea Cup, 
 To give mine Enemie a laiting Winke: 
 Which Draught tome, werecordiall, 
 (am. Sir (my Lord) 
 I could doe this, and that with no rath Potion, 
 But with a lingring Dram, that fhonld not worke 
 Malicioufly, like Poyfon: ButI cannot > 
 Beleeve this Cracke to bein my dread Miftreffe 
 (So foveraignely being Honorable.) =~ 
 ‘Thavelov'd thee. 
 Leo. Make that thy queftion, and goe rot : 
 Do't thinke I am fo muddy, founfetled, 
 To appoint my feltein this vexation? 
 Sully the puritie and whiteneffe of my Sheetes 
 (Which to prelerue, isSleepe: which being {potted 
 IsGoades, Thornes, Nettles, Tailes of Wafpes) 
 Give fcandall to the blood o’th’ Prince, my Sonne, 
 (Who I doethinke is mine, and loveas mine) 
 
 then fay 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 ) 
 ~ Pot. How caught of me? 
 Make me not fighted like the Bafilifquee 
 
 Withont ripe moving to’t? Would I doe this? 
 Could man fo blench ? 
 
 (am. 1 mutt beleeve you (Sir) 
 
 I doe,and will fetch off Bohemia for’t : 3 
 | Provided, that when hee’s remov’d, your Highneffe 
 | Will take againe your Queene, as yours at firft, elk 
 Even for your Sonnes fake, and thereby for fealing 
 The Injurie of Tongues, in Courts and Kingdomes 
 Knowne,and ally’dto yourse eee 3 
 
 Leo. Thou do’ft advife me, rc 
 Even fo as I mine owne courfe have fet downe 
 lle give no blemith to her Honor, none. 
 
 Can, My Lord, 
 
 Goe then; and with a countenance as cleare . 
 As Friendfhip weares at Feafts,keepe with Bohemia, 
 And with your Queene : I am his Cup-bearer, 
 Iffrom me he have wholefome Beveridge, 4 
 Account me not your Servant. 
 Leo. Thisisall: 
 Do’t, and thou haft the one halfe of my heart ; 
 Do’t not, thou fplitt’ft thine owne. 
 Cam. lle do’t, my Lord. 
 Lvo. I will feeme friendly,as thou haft advis'd 
 Cam. O miferable Lady, But for me ! 
 Whar cafe ftand I in ? I muft be the poyfoner 
 Of good Polixenes, and my ground todo’, 
 Is the obedience to a Matter ; one, 
 Who in Rebellion with himfelfe,wili have 
 All that are his, fo too. To doe thisdeed, 
 Promotion fellowes : If I could find example 
 Of thoufand’s that had {truck anoynted Kings, 
 And flourifh’d after, I’dnotdo't : But finee : 
 Nor Brafle, nor Stone, nor Parchment beares not one, 
 Let Villany it felfe forfwer’t. I muft : 
 Forfake the Court: to do’t, or no, is certaine 
 To me abreake-necke. Happy Starre raignenow, 
 Herecomes Bohemia Enter Polixentle 
 Po, Thisis ftrange : Me thinkes 
 Me fauor here beginsto warpe. Not {peakee 
 Good day (ami, 
 Cam, Hoyle moft royal] Sir. 
 
 Pol. What is the Newesi'th’ Court ? 
 
 Cam. None rate (my Lord.) 
 
 Pol. The King hath on him fucha countenance, 
 As he had loft {ome Province, and a Region 
 Lov’d, as he loves himfelfe: evennow I met him 
 With cuftomary complement, wher he 
 Wafting hiseyestoth’ contrary, and falling _ 
 
 A Lippe of much contempt, {peedes fiom me, and 
 So leaves me, to confider what is breeding, 
 That changes thus his Manners. 
 Cam. I dare not know (my Lord. | 
 Pol. How ,date notedoe not?doe you know,and dare not? | 
 Be intelligent to me;’tis thereabouts : et 
 
 | 
 
 me-Exit | 
 
 For to your felfe, what you doe know, you muft, 
 And cannot fay, youdare not. Good Camillo, — 
 Your chang’d: complexions are tome a Mirror, 
 Which fhewes me mine chang’d too: for I muftbe 
 A party in this alteration, finding 
 My feife thus alter’d with’t, 
 
 Cam. There isa ficknes 
 Which puts fome of vsin diftemper, but 
 I cannot name the Difeafe,and it is caught 
 Ofyou, that yet are well. 
 
© TheWainters Tale 
 
 I look’d on thoufands, who have {ped the better Pol. Idoe beleeve thee : 
 
 By my regard, but kill’d none fo : Camillo, I faw his heart in’s facec Give me thy hand. 
 As youare certainely a Gentleman, thereto Be Pilot to me, and thy places fhall 
 
 | Clerke-like expedienc’d, which no leffe adornes Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and 
 Our Gentry, then our Parents Noble Names, My people did expect my hence departure: 
 In whofe fuccefle we are gentle : I befeech you, Twodayes agoe.. Thisicaloufie 
 
 If you know ought which do's behove my knowledge,’ | Bs fora 
 
 ch ao s be Precious Creature : as fhee’s rare, 
 Thereof to beinform’d,imprifon’t not 
 
 Muft itbe great;and, ashis Perfon’s mightie, 
 
 Inignorant concealement. Mott it be violent: and, as he do’s concei ve, 
 Cam. I miay not anfwere. bef He is difhonor’d bya man, which ever 
 | Pol. A Sicknefle caught of me, and yét I well 2 Profefs’d to him: why his Revenges muft 
 | I mustbe anfwer’d. Do’ft thou heare Camillo, 
 
 Which way to be prevented, iftobe : Cam. Itisin mine authoritieto command 
 
 Cam, Sir,I will tell you, : Totakethe urgent houre. Come Sir, away. 
 Since Lam charg’d in Honor, and by him % 
 
 Which mutt be ev’nas fwiftly followed, as 
 
 ‘| Cry loft, and fo good night. 
 Pol. On; good Camille. 
 
 Cam. Hethinkes, nay with all confidence he fweares, 
 | Ashe had feen’t, or beene an Inftrument - 
 } Tovice you to’t, that you have toucht his Queene 
 | Forbiddenly. 
 | Pol. Ohthen, my beft blood turne 
 Toan infected Gelly, and my Name . 
 } Beyoak’d with his, that did betray the Beft : 
 _ ] Turnethen my frefheft Reputation to 
 Afavour, that may ftrike che dulleft Nofthrill 
 _ | Where Larrive,and my approach be fhun’d, 
 | Nay hated too, worfe then the great ft infection 
 _ | Thatere was heard, or read. 
 | Cam, Sweare his thought over 
 By each particular Starre in Heaven,and 
 _ | Byalltheir influences; you may as well 
 | Forbid the Sea tor to obey the Moone, 
 | As(or by Oath) remove, or (Counfaile) thake 
 The Fabrick of his Folly, whofe foundation 
 _| Ispyl'd upon his Faith, and wiil continue 
 _} The ftanding of his Body. 
 Pol. How thould this grow ? 
 Cam. I know not : but I am fure ’tis {afer to 
 _ | Avoid what’s growne, then queftion how ‘tis borne. 
 | Iftherefore you dare tru{t my horieltic, 
 ‘That lyes enclofed in this Trunke, which you 
 _| Shall beare along impawnd, away to Night, 
 Your Followers { wil whifpertotheBufineffe, __ 
 _ | And will by twoes, and threes, at feverall Pofternes, 
 | Cleare them o’th’ Citic: For my felfe, Ile put 
 f My fortunes to your fervice (whichare here 
 By this difcoveric loft.) Be not uncertaine, 
 | For by the honor of my Parents, 1 ; 
 | Have uttered Truth : which if youfeeke to prove, 
 _ | Idarenot ftand bys nor fhall you be fafer, 
 Thenone condemned by the Kings owne mouth: 
 
 hereon his Execution {worne. 
 eee 
 
 ‘Tis paft enduring. 
 Lady, Come (my gracious Lord) 
 Shall I be your play-fellow? 
 (Mam. No, Ile none of you. 
 Lady. Why (my fweet Lord?) 
 
 Iwerea Baby ftill. I love you better. 
 2. Lady. And why fo(my Lord?) 
 (Mam. Not for becaufe 
 
 Become fome Women bett; fo that there be not 
 Too much haire there, but ina Semicircle, 
 
 Or a halte-Moone, made witha Pen.) 
 2.Lady. Who taught this? 
 
 What colour be your eye-browes ? 
 Lady. Blew (my Lord.) ‘ 
 Mam. Nay, that’ 
 That ha’sbeene blew, but not her eye-browes. 
 
 Lady. Hearke ye, 
 
 Prefent our fervices toa fine new Rrince 
 
 If we would haveyou. 
 
 Into a goodly Bulke( good time encougter her.) 
 
 T am for you againe ; Pray you fit by us, 
 And tell’s a Tale. 
 Mam, Merry, or fad, thal’t,be? 
 Hed, Asmerryas youwill: +: 
 Mam. A fad Tale’sbeft for Winter : 
 I have one of Sprights, and Goblins. 
 "Hel. Let’s have that (good Sir.) 
 Come-on, fit downe, come-on, and doe your beft, 
 To fright me with your {prights . you’re powrefull 
 Aa3 Mam. 
 
 Imeaneto utter it; or both your felfe, and me, : Atlus Sec undus . See naPr ima... 
 
 Cam. Lappointed him to murther yous . Enter Hermione, Mamillins, Ladies: Leontes, 
 | Fol. By whom, Camilo> ©Intigonus, Lord. 
 | Cam. By the King. 
 | = Pol. For what? Her. Takethe Boy to you : he fo troubles me, 
 
 Mam, Y ou'le kiffe me hard, and fpeaketo me, as if 
 
 Your Browes are blacker ( yetblacke-browes they fay 
 
 Mam. Wlearn’dit out of Womens faces: pray now, 
 
 Inthat be made more bitter. Feare ore-(hades me: 
 
 I conjure thee by all the parts ofman, Good expedition be my friend, and comfort 
 
 Which honor do’s acknowledge, whereof the leaft The gractous Queene, part of his Theame 3 but nothing 
 Isnot this Suit of mine , that thou declare Of his ill-ta’ne fufpition. Come Camillo, 
 
 What incidencic thou do’ft geffe of harme I will retpeét thee as.a Father, if 
 
 Is creepitg toward me; how farre off, how neere, Thou bear’ft my life off, hence: Let'usavoid. 
 
 If not, how beftro beare it. - The Keyes of allthe Pofternes: Pleate your Highneffe 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 That I thinke Honorable: therefore marke my counfaile, | ——_____—________ 
 
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 samock: I have feenea Ladies Nofe 
 
 The Queene (your Mother) rounds apace: we fhall 
 One of thefe dayes, and then youl’d wanton with Us, 
 2.Lady. She is fpread of Late ts 
 
 Her. What wifdome ftirsamongft you2Come Sir; now 
 
 at ite 
 There 
 
BOUND By \ 
 
 Mam. There was a man. 
 Her. Nay,come fit downes thenon- : 
 (Mam. Dweltby a Church-yard : 1 will tell it foftly, 
 Yond Crickets fhall not heare it, 
 Her.Come on then, and giv’t mein mine eare.Enver L. 
 Leon. Was he met there?, his Traine? (‘mille with 
 
 m? 
 
 Lord. Behind the.tuft of Pines I: met them, never 
 Saw I men {cowse{o on their way : I eyed them 
 Evento their Ships. 
 
 Leo. How bieltam I 
 
 In my juftCenfare? in my true Opinion ? 
 
 Alack, for lefler knowledge,how accurs d, 
 
 Inbeing fo bleft 2 There may be in the Cup 
 A Spider fteep’d, aud one may drinke ; depart, 
 
 And yet partake no venome 5 (for his knowledge 
 Is not intected) but ifone prefent 
 Th’abhor'd Ingredient to hiseye, make knowne 
 How he hath drunke, he cracks his gorge, his fides 
 With violent Hefts: I have drunke,and feene the Spider. 
 Camillo was his helpe in this, his Pander : 
 Thercisa plot againft my Life,m Crowne ; 
 
 All’s true that is miftrufted: that alfe Villaine, 
 Whom I employ’d, was pre-employ’d by him + 
 Heha’sdifcover'dmyDefigne, andi 
 Remaineapinch'd Thing; yea,@ very Tricke 
 
 Eorthem to'play at wili: how came the Pofternes 
 So eafily open? 
 
 Lord. By his great authoritie, 
 
 Which often hathnolefie prevail’d, then fo, 
 
 On your command. 
 
 Leo. 1 know’t too well. 7s 
 Give me the Boy, 1am glad you did not nurfe him: 
 Though he do's beare fome fignes of me, yet you 
 Have too much blood in him. 
 
 Her. What isthis? Sport ? 
 Leo. Beare the Boy hence, he fhall not comeabont her, 
 
 Away with him, and let her {port her felfe 
 With that the’s big-with, for ‘tis Policenes 
 Ha’s made thee {well thus- 
 
 Her. But Il'd fay he had not ; 
 And Ile be fworne yon would beleeve my faying; 
 How e’re you leane toth’Nay-ward. 
 
 Leo. You (my Lords) 
 
 Locke on her, marke her well: be but about 
 To fay the is a goodly Lady, and 
 The juttice of your hearts willthereto adde 
 "Tis pitty fhe’snot honett : Honorable ; 
 
 Prayfe her but for this ber without-dore-F orme, 
 (Which on my faith deferves high {peech)and ftraight 
 The Shrug, the Hum, or Ha, (thefePetty-brands 
 That Calumnie doth ufe; Oh 1am out, 
 
 That Mercy do’s, for Calumnie will feare 
 Vertue it felfe) thefe Shrugs, thefe Hum’s, and Ha’s, 
 When you have faid fhe’s goodly, come betweene, 
 Ere you. can fay fhe’s honeft : But be’tknowne 
 (From bim that ha’s moft caufe to grieve it fhould be) 
 She’s an Adultreffe. 
 
 Her. Shoulda Villaine fay fo, 
 (The moft replenifh’d Villaine in the World) 
 
 He wereasmuch more Villaine: you (my Lord) 
 Doebutmiftake. <.. 
 
 Leo. Youhave miftooke (my Lady) 
 
 Polixenes for Leontes : O thou Thing, 
 
 (Which Ie not call a Creature of thy place, 
 Leatt Barbarifme (making me the precedent) 
 
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 Should alike Language ufetoalldegrees, 
 And mannerly diftinguifhment leave ent, 
 Betwixt the Prince and Begger :) 1 havetaid 
 Shee’san Adultreffe, 1 have faid with whom: 
 More; Shee’sa Traytor, and (‘amillo is 
 A Federarie with her, and one that knowes 
 What the fhould fhame to know her felfe, 
 But with her moft vild Principal ;that the’s 
 A Bed-fwarver, eyen as badas thofe 
 That Vulgars give beld’ft Titles; 1, and privie 
 To this their lare'efcape. 
 
 Her. No (by my life) 
 Privy tonone of this : how will this etieve you, ” 
 When you fhall come toclearer knowledge, that 
 You thus have publith’d me? Gentle my Lord, 
 You {carce can right me throughly, then, to fay 
 Vou did miftake. 
 
 Leo. No: if I miftake 
 Inthofe Foundations which I build upon, 
 The Centre is not bigge enoughto beare 
 A Schoole-Boyes Top. Away with her, to Prifon: 
 He who fhall {peake for her, isa farre-off guiltie, 
 But that he {peakes. 
 
 Her, Thsre’s fome il! planet raignes: 
 I mutt be patient, till the Heavens looke 
 With an afpect more favorable, Good my Lords; 
 Tam not prone to weeping (as ourSex 
 Commonly are) the want of which vaine dew 
 
 Perchance fhall dry your pitties : but I have ulta?e: 
 
 That honorable Griefe lodg’d here, which burnes 
 Worfe then Teares drowne :*befeech youall (my 
 With thoughts fo qualified, as your Charities 
 Shall beft inftruct you, meafure me; and fo 
 The Kings will be perform’d. 
 
 Leo. Shall I be heard ? 
 
 Her.Whois't that goes with me?’befeech your Hlighnes: 
 
 My women may be with me, for you fee 
 Myiplight requires ir. Doenot weepe (good Fooles) 
 
 There is no caufe: When you fhall know your Miftris) 
 
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 Ha’s deferv’d Prifon, then aboundin Teares, 
 
 AsI come out ; this Action] now goe on, 
 
 Is for my better grace. Adieu (my Lord) © 
 
 I never wifh’d to fee you ferry, now 
 
 Itruft I fhall : my Women come, you have Jeave. 
 Leo, Goe doe our bidding : hence. 
 
 Lord.Befeech your Highneffe call the Queene againe. : | 
 ent. Be certaine what you do (Sir) leaft your Tuftice 
 
 Prove violence, in the whichthre: great oncs{uffer, 
 Your Selfe, your Queene, your Sonne. 
 
 Lord. For her (my Lord) 
 I dare my life lay downe, and will do’t (Sir) 
 Pleafe yout’acceptit, that the Queene is fpotleffé 
 I'th’eyes of Heaven,and to you (I meane 
 Inthis, which you accufe her. ) 
 
 Aatig. Ifit prove 
 She’s other wife, Ile keepe my Stables where 
 Tlodge my Wife, Ile goe in couples with her : 
 
 Then when I feele, and fee her, no turther truft hers 
 
 For every ynch of Woman in the World, 
 I, every dram of Womans flefh is falfe, 
 If fhe be. 
 
 Leo. Hold your peaces, 
 
 Lord. Good my Lord. 
 
 eAntg. Itis for you we {peake, not for out felves? 
 
 You areabus’d, by fome putter on, 
 
 Thor willbe damivd for't: would I kneyp the Villaine, 
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 een =r him : be the honor-flaw se cc a SSSI 
 I havethreedaughters : the eldeft is cleven: 
 The fecond, and the third, nine : and fonnes fives 
 Ifthis provetrue, they’l pay. for’t. By mine honor 
 Ile gell’d emall : fouretcene they fhall not fee 
 To bring falfe generations: they are co-heires, 
 And I had rather glib my felfe, then they 
 Should not produce faire iffue. 
 | Leo. Ceafe,na mores 
 You {mell this bufineffe with a fence as cold 
 As isa dead-mans nofe : bat I do fee’t, and feel’t, 
 Asyou feele doing thus : and {ee wichall 
 The Inftruments that feele. 
 _ Ant, Ifitbe fo, 
 We neede no grave to buric honeltie, 
 There’s not a graine ofic, the face to fweeten 
 Of the whole dungy-earth. 
 Leo, What? lacke Lcredit ? 
 -- Lord. Thad rather you did Jacke then I (my Lord ) 
 Vponthis ground : and more it would content me 
 To have her Honor true, then your {afpition 
 } Beblam’d for’t how you might. 
 | Leo. Why what neede we 
 | Commune with you for this ? but rather follow 
 } Oar forcefull inftigation ? Our prerogative 
 Calsnot your Counfailes, but our naturall goodneffe 
 | Imparts this ; which, if you, or ftupified, 
 | Or feeming fo, in skill, cannot, or will not 
 Relifha truth, like us: informe your felves 
 We neede no more of your advice : the matter, 
 The loffe, the gaine, the ord’ring on’t, 
 _ | Isall properly ours. . 
 } Ant. And I with (my Liege) 
 } You had onely in your filent judgement tride it, 
 } Without more overture. 
 |. Leo. How could that be ? 
 | Either thouart moft ignorant by age; 
 | Or thou wer’r borne a foole : Camsle’s flight 
 | Added to their Familiarity 
 ‘ (Ww hich was as groffe,as ever touch’d conjecture, 
 | Thatlack'd fight onely, nought for approbation 
 | But onely feeing, all other circumftances 
 "| Made up to'th deed) doth puth on this proceeding, 
 : Yet, for a greater confirmation 
 1( For in an a& of this i importance, ‘twere 
 | Mokt pittiousto be wilde) I have difpatch’d in pofts 
 | Tofacred Delphos, to e4pollo’s Tempie, 
 | Cleominesand Deon, whem you know 
 
 | Of ftuff'defuiticiency : Now, from the Oracle 
 (| They will bring al, whofe {pirituall counfaile had , 
 | Shall top, or fpurre me. Havel done well? 
 
 | Lord. Well done (my Lord.) 
 | Leo, Thoughi am fatisfyde,and needeno more 
 | Then what I Bow syet fhali the Oracle 
 | Givereftto th’ mindes of others; fach as he 
 Whofe ignorant credulity will not 
 | Come up toth’truth. So have wethought it good 
 From our free perfon, fhe fhould be confinde, . 
 Leaft that thetreachery of the two, fled hence, 
 Beleft her to performe. Come follow us, 
 _| Weare tofpeake in publike : for this bufi nefle 
 
 | Will raifeus all. 
 
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 Enter Paulina, a Gomera ater, Emilia. 
 
 Paul. The Keeper of the prifon, call to him : 
 Let him have knowledge whom Iam. Good Lady, 
 No Court in Europe is too good for thee; 
 W hat dott thou then in prton? Now good Sir 
 You know me, do you not? 
 Gao. For a worthy Lady, 
 And one, whom much I honour, 
 Pax. Pray you then, 
 Conduét me to the Oxzeene. 
 Gao. I may not( Madam) 
 To the contrary I have expreffe commandment. 
 Pau, Here’sa-do, to locke up honeftie and honor from 
 Th’ acceffe of gentle vifitors. Is’t lawfull pray you 
 To fee her Women ? Any of them? Emilia? 
 Gas. So pleafe you (Madam) 
 Toputa-part thefe your attendants, I 
 Shall bring Emiéia forth. 
 
 Paw. U pray you iow call her ¢ 
 With-draw your felves. 
 
 Gao. And Madam, 
 
 I muft be prefent at your Conference. 
 
 Pau. Well: be’tfo : prethee. Enter 
 Heere’s {uch a-doe, to make no ftaine,a flaine, Emilia, 
 Aspafles colouring. « Deare Gentlewoman, 
 
 How fares one gracious Lady ? 
 
 Emil. As wellas one fo great and fo forlorne. 
 May hold together : Onher frights, and greefes » 
 (Which never tender Lady hath borne greater) 
 She is, fomething before her time, deliver'd. 
 
 Pan. A boy? 
 
 Emil. A daughter and a goodly babe, 
 
 Lufty, and like to live :the Queene receives 
 Muchcomfort in’t ;Sayes, my poore prifoner, 
 I am innocent as you, 
 Pau, I dare be {worne :! 
 Thefe dangerous, unfafe Lunesi‘th’ King, befhrew them, 
 He mutt be told on’t, and he fhall : the office 
 Becomesa woman beft. Ie take’t upon me, 
 If I prove hony-mouth’d, let my tongue blifter. 
 And never to my red-look’d Anger be 
 The Trumpet any more : pray you (Ematsa) 
 Commend my beft obedience to the Queene, 
 If fhe dares truft me with her little babe, 
 Tle fhew’t the King, and undertake tobe 
 Her Advocate to’thlowd’it. We doe not know 
 How hemay fofren at the fight o’ch’Childe : 
 The filence often of pure innocence 
 Perfwades,when fpeak ing failes. 
 
 Emil, Moft worthy Madam, 
 Your honour, and your goodneffe is fo evident, 
 That your free undertaking cannot miffe 
 Athriying iffue : there is no Lady living 
 So niece or thisgreat errand; pleafe your Ladifhip 
 To vifit the next roome, Ile prefently 
 Acquaint the Queene of your moftnoble offer, 
 Who, but today hammered of thisdefigne, 
 But durft not tempt a minifter ofhonor: « . 
 vat fhe fhould be deny’d. 
 
 Pan. 
 
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 Paul, Tell her (Emihia) ; 
 Ile ufe thattongue I have : If wit flow from’t 
 As boldneffe from my bofome, le’t not be doubted 
 I fhall do good. 
 
 Emil.. Now be you bleft for it. 
 
 | Tie tothe Queene : pleafe you ceme fomething neerers 
 
 Gao. Madam, if't pleafe the Queene to fend the babe, 
 I know not what I fhall incurre, to pafleit, 
 Having no.watrant. 
 
 Pan. Younced not feare it (fir) i 
 This Childe was prifoner to the wembe, and is 
 By Law and proceffe of great Nature, thence 
 Free’d, and enfranchis’d,not a partie to 
 The anger of the King, nor guilty of 
 (If any be) the trefpaffe of the Queene. 
 
 Gao. 1 do beleeve it. 
 
 Panl. Do not you feare : upon mine honor, I 
 
 Will ftand betwixt you, and danger. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Enter Leontes Seruants, Pavlina, Antigonus, ’ 
 and Lerds. 
 
 Leo. Nor night, nor day,no reft : It is but weakneffe 
 
 To beare the marter thus : meere weaknefle, if 
 Thecaufe were not in being :. part o’th caufe, 
 She, th’ Adulterffe; for the harlot-King 
 Is quite beyond mine arme: out of the blanke 
 And level] of my braine : plot-proofe : but the, 
 I can hooke to me : fay that fhe were gone, 
 Given to the fire,a moity of my reft 
 Might come tome againe. Whofe there ? 
 Ser. My Lord. Enver. 
 Leo. How do’sthe boy 2; 
 Ser. Hetooke good reft to night :’tishop’d 
 
 | His ficknefle is difcharg’d. 
 
 Leo To fee his Nobleneffe, 
 
 | Conceiving the difhonour of hisMother, 
 | Heftraight declin’d, droop’d,tooke it deeply, 
 
 Faften’d, and fix’d the fhame on’t in himfelfe ; 
 Threw-off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleepe, 
 And down-right languifh’d. Leave me folely : goe, 
 See how he fares : Fie, fie, nothought of him, 
 The very thought of my Revengesthat way 
 Recoyle upon me : in himfelfe too mighty, 
 Vntill a time may ferue, For prefent vengeance 
 Take it on her : (amillo, and Polixenes 
 Laugh atme; make their paftime at my ferrow : 
 They fhould not laugh, if I could reach them, nor 
 Shall the,within my powre. 
 
 Enter Pantina. 
 
 Lord. You muf not enter, 
 
 Paul; Nay rather (good my Lords) be fecond to me: 
 Feare you his tyrannous paffion more(alas) 
 Thenthe Queenes life ? A gracionsinnocentfoule, 
 Morefree, then he isicalous. 
 
 Antig. That’senough. 
 
 Ser. Madam ; he hath not flept. tonight, commanded | 
 
 None fhould come at him. 
 _ Pan. Notfohot (good Sir) 
 
 _T come to bring him fleepe. "Tis fuch as you 
 
 That creepelike fhadowes by him, and dofighe 
 
 At each his needleffe heauings: fuch as you 
 
 Nourifh the caufe of his awaking. I 
 
 Do come with words, as medicinal, as true; 
 
 (Honeft, as either; ) to purge him of that humor, 
 
 That prefles him from fleepe. . 
 Leo. What noyfe there, hoe ? 
 
 Pas. No noyfe(my Lord) but needfull conference, ” 
 About fome Gofsips for your _Highneffe. ae 
 
 Leo. How ? 
 
 Away with that andacious Lady. * Antigonus'. 
 1 charg’d thee that fhe fhould not come about me, - 
 I knew fhe would. 
 Aut. I toldher fo(my Lord) 
 On your difpleafures perill and on mine, 
 She fhould not vifit you. 
 
 Leo. What? canft not rule her? ; 
 
 Pant. From all difhoneftiehe can : inthis 
 (Vnleffe he take the cour{e that you have done) 
 Commit me, for committing honor, truftit, 
 He fhall not rule me: ; 
 
 Ant. La-you now, you heare, 
 When fhe will take the raine, Het her run, 
 But fhee’l not ftumble. 
 
 Paul. Good my liege I come: 
 And I befeech you heare me: who profefies 
 My felfe your loyall fervant, your Phifitian, 
 Your moft obedient Counfailor : yet that dares 
 Leffe appeare fo, in comforting your Evilles, 
 Then {uch as moft feeme yours. 1 fay, 1come 
 From your good Queene. 
 
 Lt0. Good Queene? 
 
 Paul, Good Queene (my Lord) good Queene, 
 I fay good Queene, 
 
 And would by combate, make her good fo, werel 
 A man, the worft about you. 
 
 Leo. Force her hence. 
 
 Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes 
 Firft hand me: on mine owne accord, Ile off, a 
 But firft; Iledo my errand. The good Queene 
 (For fhe is good) hath brought youfortha daughter, | 
 Heere’tis : Commends it te your bleffing. ! 
 
 Leo. Out: 
 Amankinde Witch? Hence with her, out o'dore ; 
 
 A moftintelligencing bawd. - 
 Paul, Not{o: 
 Tam asignorant in that, as you, 
 Tn foentit’ling me : and no leffe honeft 
 Then you are mad : which is enough, He warrant 
 (Asthis world goes) to paffe for honeft. 
 
 Leo. Traitors; 
 
 Will you not puth her out ? Give her the Baftard, 
 Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd :unroofted 
 By thy dame Partierheere. Take up the Baftard, 
 Take’t up,I fay :giue’tto the Croane, 
 
 Pant, For ever 
 Vnvenerable be thy bands, if thou ’ 
 Tak’ft up the Princeffe, by that forced bafeneffe 
 Which he ha’s put upon’ te 
 
 Leo. He dreads his Wife. a 
 
 Pant, So I would you did’: then ‘twere paftall deubt: 
 Youl'd call your children, yours. ts 
 
 Leo A nett of Traitors, 
 ~ nt. Tam none,by this geod light. 
 
 Pant, Nor I : nor any 
 But one that’s heere: and that’s him(elfe: forhe, 
 
The facred honor of himfelfe, his Queenes, 
 His hopeful Sonnes, his Babes, betrayes to flander, 
 Whofe fting is harper then the Swords; and will not 
 (For as the cafe now ftands, it isa Curfe 
 He cannot be compell’d too’t) once remove 
 The Root of his Opinion, which is rotten, 
 As ever Oake, or {tone was found. 
 Leo, A Callat 
 Ofboundleffe tongue, who late hath beat her husband, 
 And now baits me : This Brat is none of mine, 
 It isthe flue of Poltxenes. 
 Hence with it, and together with the Dam; 
 | Committhem to the tire. 
 | Paxl. Ie is yours: 
 | And might welay th’ old Proverb to your charge, 
 | Solike you, ‘tis the worfe. Behold (my Lords) 
 } Althoughthe print be little, the whole Matter 
 | And Coppy of the Father: (Eye,Nofe, Lippe, 
 The tricke of’s Frowne, his Fore-head,nay the Valley, 
 | The pretry dimples of his Chin, and Cheeke;his Smiles? 
 The very Mold, and frame of hand, nayle,Finger-) 
 _ | Andthou good Goddeffe Nature, which haft made it 
 | Sglike to him that got it, if thou hatt 
 _ | The ordering of the Mind too,’mongft all Colours 
 No Yellow in’t, leaft fhe {ufpeét as he do’s, 
 } Her Children, not her Husbands, 
 | Leo. A grofle Hagge: 
 | And Lozell, thouart worthy to be kang’d, 
 | That wilt not ftay her Tongue. 
 | Antig.Hang all the Husbands 
 _ | That carmot doe that Feat, you’l leave your felfe 
 | Hardly one fubjc&. 
 | Le.Once more take her hence, 
 Paul. A molt unworthy, and unnaturall Lord 
 Can doe no mores 
 Leo, lieha’ thee burnt: : 
 . Pant, I care not: 5 
 | Itis an Heretique that makesthe fire, 
 _ | Not the which barnesin’t. ile not call you Tyrant? 
 | Butthis moft cruell ufage of your Queene 
 | (Notable to produce moreaccufation 
 hen your owne weake-hindg’d Pancy) fomething favors 
 | Of Tyranny, and will ignoble make you; 
 |} Yea, {candalous tothe World, 2 
 | Leo. On your allegeance, : 
 Out ofthe Chamber with her. Werel aTyrant, - 
 | Where were her life? the durft not call me fo, 
 | Ifthe did-know me one. Away with her. 
 },_ Paul. I pray you doenot puth me,lie be gone. 
 ‘| Looketo your Babe (my Lord) ‘tis yours: love fend her 
 | Abetter guiding Spirit. What neede thefe hands ? 
 _ | You that are thus {o tender o’re his Follyes, 
 ~ } Will never do him good, not one of you. 
 {So, fo : Farewell, weare gone. © Exit. 
 Leo, Thou( Traytor) batt fet on thy Wife to this. 
 | My Child? away with’t? even thou, that haft 
 _| Aheart fo tender o’re it, take it hence, 
 | And fee it inftantly confum’d with fire. 
 | Even thouand none but thou. Take itup ftraight 
 | Within this houre bring me word ’tis done. 
 | (And by good teftimonie). or Ile feize thy life, 
 | With what thon elfe cafl’ft chine: ifthou refute, 
 And wiltencounter with my Wrath, fay fo; 
 | The Baftard-braines with thefe my proper hands 
 | Shall I dath out, Goe take irto the fire, 
 | Forthou ferr’ft onthy Wife. 
 
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 Antig. 5 did nor, Sir: 
 Thefe Lords, ny Noble Fellowes, if they pleafe; 
 Can cleare me in’t. ak 
 Lords. Wecan; my Royall Liege, 
 He is not guiltie of her comming hither. 
 Leo. You're lyersall. : 
 Lord. Befeech your Highnefle, give us better credit: 
 We have alwayes truly ferv’d you, and befeech 
 So to efteeme of us ; and on our knees we begge, 
 (As recompence of our deare fervices 
 Pait, and to Come) that yon doe change this purpofe, 
 Which being fo horrible, fo bloody , muft 
 Leade onto tome foule Ifue, We ail kneele. 
 Leo. [ama Feather for each Wind that blows: 
 Shall I live on, tofee this Baftard knecle, 
 And call me Father? better burne ir now, 
 Then curfe it then, But be it: let itlives 
 It fhall not neyther. You Sir, come you hither : 
 You that have beene {0 tenderly oificious 
 With Lady Mar gerte, yovr Mid-wife there, 
 To fave this Baftards life; for ’tis a Baftard, 
 So fure asthis Beard’sgray. What will you adventure, 
 To fave this Brats life ? - 
 Antig. Anything (my Lord) 
 That my abilitie may undergoe, 
 And Nobleneffe impofe : at aft thus much; 
 Ile pawne the little blood which I have left, 
 To fave the innocent ¢ any thing poffible. 
 Leo. it fhall be poffible : Sweare by this Sword 
 Thou wilt performe my bidding. 
 e4ntig. Twill (my Lord.) 
 Leo, Marke and performe it : {eft thou? forthe faile 
 Of any point in’t, thall not onely be 
 Death to thy felfe, butto thy lewd-tongu’d Wife, 
 (Whom for this time we pardon) We enjoyne thee, 
 As thou art Liege-man to us, that thou carry 
 This female Baftard hence, and that thou beare it 
 To fome remote and defait place, quite out 
 OF our Dominions; and that there thou teave it 
 (Without much mercy) to it ow ne protection, 
 
 _And fauour of the Climate : as by {trange fortune; 
 
 Itcame tous, I doe in Iuftice charge thee, 
 
 On thy Soules perill, and thy Bodies torture, 
 
 That thoucommend it ftrangely to fome place, 
 
 Where Chance may nurfe, or end it : take it up. 
 efatig. 1 {wearetodoethis: though a prefent death 
 
 Had beene more merciful. Come on (poore Babe) 
 
 Some powerfall Spirit inftruct the Kytes and Ravens 
 
 Tobe thy Nurfes. Wolves and Beares; they fay, 
 
 (Cafting their favagencffe afide) have done 
 
 Like oifices of pitty. Sir, be profperous 
 
 In more then this deed do’s require; and bleffing 
 
 Againft this Crueltie, ight on thy fide 
 
 (Poore Thing condemn’d toloffe.) Exit. 
 ' Leo. No : Ile not reare 
 Anothers Iffue. — Entera Servant. 
 Sern. Pleafe*your Highnefle,P ofts 
 From thefe youfent roth’ Oracle, aré come 
 An houre fince : (Veomines andDion, 
 Being well arriv’d from Delphos, are both landed,’ 
 Hatting toth’ Court. 
 Lord. So pleafe you (Sir) their fpced 
 Hath beene beyond accompt. 
 . Leo. Twentie three dayes 
 
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 | | The great e4pote fuddénly will have 
 
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 | The truth of this appeare : Prepare you Lords, 
 | Summon aSeffion, that we may arraigne 
 
 | Our moft difloyall Lady:for as fhe hath 
 
 | Been publikely accus’d, fo fhall fhe have 
 
 A juftand open Triall. While the lives, 
 
 My heart will be a burthento me. Leave me, 
 
 Andthinke upon my bidding. Exeunt. 
 
 Si Saas aa oe eS eee 
 
 eA dus Tertins. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Cleomines ana Dion. 
 
 Cle. The Clymat’sdelicate, the Ayre moft {weet, 
 Fertile the Ifle, the Temple much furpaffing 
 The common prayfe it beares. 
 Dion. \ {hall report, } 
 For moftit caught me, the Celeftiall Habits, 
 (Me thinkesI {0 fhould terme them )and the reverence 
 Of the grave Wearers. O, the Sacrifice. 
 How ceremonious, folemne,and un-carthly 
 It wasith Offring ? 
 (Yeo. Butof all, the burft 
 Andthe eare-deaff ning Voyceo'th’ Oracle, 
 Kin to Jones Thunder, fo furpriz’d my Sence, 
 That I was nothing. 
 Dio. If th’evento’th’ Tourney 
 Prove asfucceffefullto the Queene (O be't fo) 
 Asit hath beene tous, rare, pleafant, {peedie, 
 The time is worth the ufe on't- 
 Cleo. Great eApolle ; 
 Turneallto th’ beft: thefe Proclamations, » 
 So forcing Faults upon Hermioze, 
 Tlittle like. 
 ~~ Die. The violent carriage of it 
 Will cleare, or end the Bufineffe, when the Oracle 
 (Thusby e4pollo’s great Divine feal’d up ) 
 Shallthe Contentsdifcover:fomethingrare 
 Even then will ruth to knowledge. Goe: frefh Horfes, 
 And graciousbe the iffue. Exennt. 
 
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 Ester Leontes,Lords, Officers : Hermione (as to ber 
 Triall) Ladtes : { leomsines Dion, 
 
 Leo. This Seffions (to our great griefe we pronounce) 
 Evenputhes ’gainft our heart. The partie try’d, 
 The Daughter of a King, our Wife,and one 
 Ofustoo much beleu'd, Let us beclear’d 
 Of being tyrannous, fince we fo openly. 
 Proceed in Iuftice, which fhall have due courfe, 
 Even tothe Guilt, or the Purgation : 
 Produce the FP rifoner. 
 Officer.It is his Highneffe pleafure, that the Queene 
 Appeare in perfon, here in Court. Silence, Enter 
 Leo, Reade the Indictment. 
 Officer. Hermione, Pucens to. the worthy Leontes, King of 
 Sicilia, thou art here acenfed and arraigued of High Treafon, 
 in committing «Adultery with Polixenes King.of Bohemia, 
 
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 and conppiving with Camillo to take away the Life of onrSoven| 
 raigne Lordthe King, thy royall husband : the pretence whereof ‘be | 
 besng by corcumstance partly layd open ,thow( Hermione) come | 
 trarse tothe Faith and Alegeance of a true Subjetl did& conn-| 
 faile and aydethem , for their. better Safetic, to flyeawayby 
 Night. a 
 fe. Since what I am to fay, muft be but that 
 Which contradicts my Accufation, and 
 The teftimonie on my part, no other 
 But what comes from my felfe, it fhall fcarce boot me 
 To fay, Notguiltie : mine integritie y ce 
 Being counted Fal{ehood, fhall (as I expreffe it) 
 Be fo receiv’d. But thus, if Powres divine 
 Behold our humane Actions (as they doe) a 
 I doubt not then, but innocence fhall make # 
 Falfe Accufations blufh, and Tyrannie BE fh) 
 Tremble at Patience. You (my Lord) beft know 4 ty 
 (Whom leaft will feeme to doe fo) my palt life re 
 Hath beeneas continent, as chafte, astruey } 
 Aslam now unhappy ; which is more 
 Then hiftorie can patterne, though devis'd, 
 And play’d, to take Spectators. For behold me, 
 A Fellow of the Royall Bed, which owe 4 
 A Moitie of the Throne : agreat Kings Daughter, 
 The Mother to a hopeful Prince, here ftanding 
 To prate and talke for Life,and Honor, fore 
 Who pleafeto come and heare. For life, I prize it 
 As I weigh Griefe (which I would {pare :) For Honor, | 
 ’Tisa derivative from me to mine, Bets 
 And onely that I ftand for. I appeale 
 To your owne Confcience (Sir) before Pofixenes 
 Came to your Court, how.I wasin your grace, 
 Flow merited tobe fo : Since he came; 
 Wich what encounter founcurrant, I 
 Have ftrayn'dv’appeare thus; if one jot beyond 
 The bound of honor, or in act, or will 
 That way enclining, hardened be the hearts 
 Of all that heare me, and my neer’ft of Kin 
 Cry fieupon my grave. 
 Leo, I ne’re heard yet, 
 That any of thefe bolder Vices wanted i 
 Leffe Impudence to gaine-fay what they did, SE 
 Then to performe it frft. ; G4 | 
 Her. That’s true enough, <a 
 Though ’tisa faying (Sir) not due to me- 
 . Leo. You willnot-owne it. 
 Her, More then Miftreffe of, 
 Whichcomes to me inname of fault,I muft not 
 At all acknowledge. For Polsxenes i 
 (With whom I amaccus’d) I doe confeffe 
 Ilov’d hina, as in Honor he reqvir'd : 
 With fucha kind. of Love, as might become 
 A Lady like me; witha Love, even fuch, 
 So, and no other, as your felfecommanded : 
 Which, not to have done, I thinke hadbeenein me 
 Both Difobedience, and ingratitude 
 To you, and toward your friends, whofe love had {poke, | 
 Even fince itcould fpeake, froman infant, freely, = | 
 Thatit wasyours. Now for Confpiracie, are] 
 1 know not how it taftes,though it be diih‘d he | 
 For me totry how: All knowofit, vee 
 Is, that Cansile was. an honeft man ; . 
 And why he left your Court, the Gods themfelves 
 ( Wotting no morethen 1) are ignorant. press 
 Les. You knew of hisdeparture,as you know ahs | 
 What you haveunderta’ne todeein’sabfence. = | 
 Her. Sir 
 
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Her. Sir, 
 you fpeake a Language that I vnderftand not: 
 My Lite ftands in the levell of your Dreames, 
 Which Ile lay downe. ‘ 
 - Leo, Your Actions are my Dreames. 
 You had a Baftard by Polsxenes, 
 And I but dream’a it : As you were paftall fhame, 
 ‘| (Thofe of your Fact are fo) fo patt ail truth; 
 ‘Which co deny, concernes more then auailes: for as 
 Thy Brat hath beene caft out, like to it felfe, 
 No Father owning it (which is indeed 
 More criminal in thee, then iz) fo thou 
 Shalt feele our Iuftice ; in whofe eafiett paflage, 
 Looke for no lefle then death, . 
 Her. Sir, {pare your Threats: 
 | The Bugge which you would fright me with, I feeke: 
 _ | Tomecan Life be no commodity, 
 | The crowne and comfort of my Life (your Fauor) 
 | Idoe gine loft, for I doe féele it gone, 
 But know not how it went. My fecond Ioy, 
 | And firft Fruits ofmy body, from his prefence 
 | Lam bar’d, like one infectious. My third comfort 
 (Star’d moft unlackily )is from my breaft 
 (The innocent milke in it moft innocent mouth) 
 } Hal'd outto murther. My felfe on every Poft 
 Proclaym'd a Strumpet: With immodeft hatred 
 The Child-bed priviledge deny’d, whichlongs 
 | To Women of ail fafhion. Laftly, hurried — 
 } Here, tothis place, i’th’ open ayre before 
 Thave got ftrengeh of limit. Now (my Liege 
 } Tell me what bieffings I have here alive, 
 That J fhould feare to dye ? Therefore proceed : 
 Bat yet heare this ; miftake me not : no Life, 
 | (prizeit nota ftraw.) but for mine Honor, 
 | Which I would free :if i fhall be condemn’d 
 -Vpon furmizes ( all proofes fleeping elfe, 
 But what your Iealoufies awake) I tell you 
 | Tis Rigor, andnot Law. Your Honors all, 
 Idoereferre me to the Orage : 
 | Apello bemy Iudge. > 
 | Lord. Tois your requeft Enter Diow and Cleomines. 
 | Isaltogether juft : therefore bring forth 
 | (Andin epol’s Name) his Oracle. 
 | _ Her. The Emperor of Ruffia was my Father, 
 | Oh that he were alive, and here beholding 
 } His Daughters Tryall : that he did but fee 
 | The flatnefie of my miferie ; yet with zyes 
 Of pitty, not Revenge. 
 __ Officer. Y ou heere fhall {weare upon the Sword of Iuftice, 
 | That you ((Yeomsines and Dion)have- 
 _ { Beene both at Delphos, and from thence have -brought 
 | This feal’d-up Oracle, by the Hand deliver’d 
 } Of great Apollo's Prieft; and that fince then, 
 _ | You have not dar’d to breake the holy Seale, 
 ~ | Nor read the Secrets in’t. 
 Cleo.Dio. Allthis we {weare. 
 Leo. Breake up the Seales, and reade. 
 | Officer. Hermione # eaf?,Polixenes blameleffe, Camillo 
 _ | true Subjest, Leontes.a jealous Tyrant, bis innocent Babe 
 | truly begotten,andthe King foal live without an Heire,if that 
 | which 1s lost, be not found. . 
 _ Lords. Now bleffed be the great Apollo. 
 Her. Prayfed, 
 | eo. Haft thou read truth? : 
 | Offic. 1 (my Lord) even foasit is here fet downe. 
 Leo. There isnotruth aralli’th’ Oracle : 
 
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 The Seffions thal proceed: this is meere falfchood. 
 Ser My Lord the King : the King ? 
 Leo. What isthe bufineffe ? 
 
 Ser. O Sir I fhall be hated to report it. . 
 The Prince your Sonne, with meere conceit and feare 
 Ofthe Queenes fpeed, is gone , 
 
 Leo. How? gone? 
 
 Ser. Isdead. ; 
 
 Leo. Apollo’s angry, and the heavens themfelves 
 Doe ftrike at my Injuftice. How now there? 
 
 Pant, This newes is mortall tothe Queene: Look downe | 
 And fee what death is doing. 
 
 Leo. Take her hence : 
 Her heart is but o're-charg’d: fhe will recover. 
 I have too much beleev'd mine owne fufpition: 
 
 Befeech you tenderly apply to her 
 
 | Some remedies for life. Apollo pardon 
 
 My great prophanefle ‘gainit thine Oracle. 
 
 Ile reconcile me to Pokxenes, 
 
 New wooe my Queene, recall the good Camillo 
 (Whom I proclaime a man of Truth, of Mercy:) 
 For being tranfported by my Iealoufies 
 
 To bloody thoughts andto revenge, I chofe 
 Camilo for the minifter, to poyfon 
 
 My friend Polixenes: which had beene done, 
 
 But that the goud mind of (amillo tardied 
 
 My {wiftcommand : though I with death, and with 
 ‘Reward, did threaten and encourage him, 
 
 Not doing it, and being done : he (moft humane, 
 And fill’é with Honor) to my Kingly Guett 
 Vnclafp'd mypractife,quit his fortunes here 
 (Which you knew great) and to the certaine hazard 
 Ofall Incertainties , himfelfe commended, 
 Noricher then his Honor: How he glifters 
 Through my darke Ruft? and how his Pietie 
 
 Do’s my deeds make the blacker ? . 
 
 Pant. Woe the while : 
 
 O cat my Lace, leaft my heart (cracking it) 
 Breaketoo. 
 
 Lord. What fit isthis? good Lady ? 
 
 Paul. What ftudied torments( Tyrant) haft for me? 
 What Whceeles?Racks? Fires? W hat laying? boyling?Bur- 
 In Leads,or Oyles? What old,or new torture (ning, 
 Mult I receive? whofe very word deferves 
 To tafte ofthy moft worft. Thy Tyranny 
 (Together working with thy Iealoufies, 
 
 Fancies too weake for boyes,toa greene and idle — 
 For Girles of Nine) O thinke what they have done, 
 And then run mad indeed : ftarke-mad: for all 
 
 Thy by-gone fooleries were but {pices for it. 
 Thatthon betrayed’{t Polixeres, twas nothing, 
 (That did but thew thee, of a Foole ,inconftant, 
 And damnable ingratefull: ) Nor was’t much. _ 
 Thou would’ft haue poy{on’d good Camulle’s Honor, 
 To have him kill a King : poore Trefpafies, 
 
 More monftrous ftanding by : whereof! reckon 
 The cafting forth to Crowes, the Baby-daughter, 
 To be or none, or little;thougha Devill- < »- 
 Would have fhed water out of fire, ere don’t? 
 
 Nor is’tdirectly layd tothee,thedeath 
 
 Of the young Prince, whofe honourable thoughts 
 (Thoughts high for one fo render) cleft the heart 
 Thatcould conceivea groffe and foolith Sire 
 Blemifh’‘d his gracious Dam : this is not, no, 
 
 Layd to’thy anfwer : but the laft : O Lords, 
 
 When I have faid,cry woe: the Queene,the Queene, 
 
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 The Winters Tale. 
 
 The fweer'ft,decer’ft creature’s dead:& vengeance fort 
 Not drop’ddowne yet- 
 
 Lord The higher powres forbid. 
 
 Pau. 1 fay fhe’s dead: Ile fwear’t.If word,nor oath 
 Prevaile not,goand fec:if you can bring 
 Tinature,or lnftrein her Jip,her eye 
 Heate outwardly, or breath within, Ile ferve you 
 ‘AsI would do the Gods. But,O thou Tyrant, 
 Dot not repent rhefe things, for they are heavier 
 Then all thy woescan ftirre : therefore betake thee 
 To nothing but difpaire. A thonfand knees, 
 Tenthoufand yeares together,naked,falting, 
 
 Vpon abarren Mountaine, and ftill Winter 
 In ftorme perpetuall,could not move the Gods 
 
 _ To looke that way thou wer't- 
 
 Leo. Go on,go on: : 
 Thou canft not Fouke too much, I have deferv d 
 Allrongnes to taike their bittreft. 
 
 Lord. Say no more, 
 
 How ere the bufinefle goes you have made fault 
 I'th boldnetfe of your fpeech 
 
 Pan. Lam-forry for’t, 
 
 All fauits I make,when 1 fhall conic to know them, 
 I do repent:Alas, I have fhew’d too much 
 The rafhnefle of a womanthe is toucht 
 Toth’Noble heart. Whai's gone, and what's pait helpe 
 Should be paft greefe:Do not receive affliction 
 At my petition, I befeech you, rather 
 Let me be punifh’d,that have minded you 
 Of what you fhoold forget. Now(good my Liege) 
 Sir, Royall Sir, forgive a foolifh woman: 
 The love [bore your Queene(Lo,foole againe) 
 le fpeake of her no more snor of your Children: 
 Tle not remember you of my owne Lord, 
 
 Who isloft too:)take your patience to yous 
 And Ile fay nothing, 
 
 Leo. Thou didft fpeake but well, . 
 Whenmott the truth:which I receive much better, 
 Then to be pittied of thee. Prethee bring me 
 Tothe dead bodies of my Queene, arid Sonne, 
 
 One grave fhall be for both: Vpon them fhall 
 The caufes of their death appeare(unto 
 
 | Our fhame perpetual once a day, Ile vifit 
 
 The Chappell where they lye, and teares fhed there 
 Shall be my recreation. So long as Nature 
 
 Will beare up with this exercife, folong 
 
 I dayly vow toufe it. Come, and leade me 
 
 To thefe forrowes- Exeunt. 
 
 Pee rae ae RT ES CU Le a el 
 
 ‘Scena Tettia. 
 
 a ha OT A | a A ALTE 
 ——$—$ 
 
 Enter eAntigonus,a Marringr,Babe,Sheepe- 
 heard, and Clowne. 
 
 Ant. Thou art perfect then,our fhip hath toucht upon 
 The Defarts of Bohemia. 
 Mar. \(my Lord)and feare 
 We have Landed in ill rime:the skies looke grimly, 
 Andthreaten prefentblufters.In my confcience 
 The heavens with that we have in hand,areangry, 
 And frowne upon’s. 
 - gAnt. Their facred wil's be done : geta-boord, 
 Looke to thy barke,!le not belong before 
 
 - So fill’d,and fo becomming : in pure white Robes 
 
 one) fure fome Scape; Though I am not 
 
 I call uponthee, 
 
 (Mar. Make your befte haft,and go not key 
 Too-farre ?th Land ¢°tis like to belowd weather, 2” 
 Befides this place is famous for the Creatures . 
 Of prey, that keepe upon't, 
 
 Amig. Go thouaway, 
 
 He follow inftantly- 
 
 Mar.1am glad at heart. 
 To be fo ridde o’th bufineffe. 
 
 ent. Come, poore babe; eh, 
 I have heard (but not beleeu’d) the Spirits o’th’dead 
 May walke againe: if fuch thing be, thy Mother =~ 
 Appear’d to me laft night : For ne’re was dreame 
 Solikea waking. To me comesacreatute, : 
 Sometime sher head is on one fide, fome another, - 
 
 I never faw a veflell of like forrow 
 
 Bxit | 
 
 Like very fanctity (he didappreach 1a 
 
 My Cabine where lay :thricebow’d before me, 
 
 And (gafping to begin fome {peech) her eyes 
 
 Became two {ponts; the furie{pent, anion — 
 
 Did this breake from her. Good Antigonus, 
 
 Since Fate (againft thy better difpofition) 
 
 Hath made thy perfon for the Thrower-oat 
 
 Of my poore babe, ‘according to thine oath, 
 
 Places remote enough arein Bohemia, Re 
 
 There weepe,and leaveit crying: and forthe babe ~~ 
 
 1s counted loft for ever, Perdita : 
 
 I pretheecali’t: For thisungentle bufineffe = 
 
 Put on theee, by my Lord, thou ne’re fhalt fee 
 
 Thy Wife Paulina more : and fo, with fhrickes 
 
 She melted into Ayre. Affrighted much, 
 
 i did Mi time collect my felfe, and'thought Se Be 
 
 This was fo, and no flamber : Dreames,are toyes, 
 
 Yet for this once, yea fuperititioufly, 
 
 I will be fquar’d by'this. Ido beleeve 
 
 Hermione hath fafter’d death, and that 
 
 e4 pollo would (this being indeed the iffue 
 
 Of King Polexenns) it fhouldsheerebe laide 
 
 (Either for life, or death) upon the earth f 
 
 Ofit'sright Facher- Bloffome, {peed thee well, 
 
 There lye,and there thy character : there thefe, 
 
 Which onay if Fortune’ pleafe, both breed thee (prett 
 
 And ftillreftthine. The ftorme beginnes, poore w: 
 
 That for thy mothers fault,art thus expos’d 
 
 To loffe, and what may follow. Weepe I cannot, 
 
 But my heart bleedes : and moft accurft am I 
 
 To be by oathenjoyn’d to this. Farewell, : 
 
 The day frownes more and more : thon’tt liketolhaye 
 
 A lullabie too rough ; I never faw Bee 
 
 The heavens fo'dim, by day. Afavageclamor? 
 
 Well may i get a-boord : This is the Chace, beard 
 
 Jam gone forever. &xit purfued bya Beare. EnteraShep- 
 Shep. 1 would there were noage betweene ‘ten am 
 
 three and twentie,or that youth would fleepe outtherelt: 
 
 for there isnothing (ia the berweene) butgetting wenq 
 
 ches with childe, wronging the Auncientry , fteali | 
 
 fighting,harke you now: would ‘any but thefe boylde- 
 
 ‘| braines ofnitieteene; and twoand twentie hunt *this wea 
 
 ther? They have {carr'd away two of my beft Sheepe: 
 which I feare the Wolfe will fooner finde then the’Maj- 
 fter; ifany where Thave them,’cis by the feacfide; brow 
 zing of Iny. Good-lucke (and ’t be the will) what hav 
 we hecre ? Mercy on’s, a Barne? A-very pretty bane; 4 
 boy, ora ChideT wonder? (A pretty one, avery pret 
 bookifh, yet 
 
| man. 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 1 can reade Waiting-Gentlew oman in the fcape: this. has. 
 
 beene fome ftaire-worke, fome Trunke-worke, fome be- 
 hind-doore worke: they were warmer that got this, 
 then the poore thing is here. Ile take it up for'pity, yet 
 Ile tarry tl my fonne come : he hallow’d but even now. 
 Whoa-ho-hoa, 
 
 Enter (lowne. 
 
 Clo. Hilloa, loa. ea ch Ser eh 
 Shep, What ? art foncere ? If thou’lt fee a thing to 
 talke on,. when. thon art dead and rotten, come hither : 
 
 _ | whagayl’tthou, man? 
 
 (a. Thave feene twofuch fights, by Seaand by Land: 
 but I'am not to fay itis a Sea, for it isnow the skye,be- 
 twixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thruft a bodkins 
 
 oint. 
 
 P Sheps Why boy, howis it? 
 
 Clo. I would you did but fee how it chafes, how it ra- 
 ges,how it takes up the fhore,but that’s nor to the point: 
 Oh, the moft pitteous cry ofthe poore foules,fomeétimes 
 tofee'em, and not to {ee’em ; Now the Shippe boaring 
 | the Moone with her maine Matt, and anon fwallowed 
 
 ~ | with yeft and froth, as you'ld thrufta Corke intoa hogf- 
 head. Andthen for the Land-fervice, to fee how the 
 
 ‘| Beare tore out his fhoulder bone, how he cride-to'me 
 | for helpe, aud faid his name was Antigonus a Nobleman: 
 
 5 _ | But tomake'an end of the Ship, to fee how the Sea flap- 
 | dragon’dit: but firft, how the poore fonles roared, and 
 
 | the:fea mock’d them:and how the poore Gentleman roa- 
 | red, andthe Beare mock’d him, both roaring lowder 
 then the fea, or weather. . 
 _ Shep. Naime of mercy; when was this boy ? ; 
 (to, Now, now :I have not wink’d fince I {aw thefe 
 fights : the men arenotyet cold under water, nor the 
 | Beare halfe dia’d on the Gentleman: he’s at itnows 
 | Shep. Would I had beene by, to have help’d the old 
 
 | Cl, I would you had beene by the fhip fide, to have 
 | help’d her;there your charity would have lack’d footing. 
 | . Shep. Heavy matters, heavy matters : but looke thee 
 here boy. Now bleflethy felfe; thou met’ft with things 
 
 | dying, I wichthings new borne, Here’sa fight for thee : 
 
 Looke thee, 'a bearing-cloath for a Squires child : looke 
 
 thee heere, take up, cake up (Boy:) open’t : fo, let’s fee, it 
 
 was told me J fhould be rich by the Fairies. This is fome 
 | Changeling : open’s : what’s within boy? 
 
 Cl. You're a mad old man ; If the finnes of your 
 _ | youthare forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold, all 
 
 | © Shep. This is Faiery Gold boy, and’twillprove fo : up 
 ‘| with’t, keepe ir clofe : home, home,the next way- We 
 | arelncxy (boy) and to be fo ftill requires ‘nothing: but 
 | fecrecy. Let my fheepe goe : Come (good boy) thenext 
 Way hotne. 
 
 . Ch. Goe you the next way with your Findings, Ile go 
 | fee if the Beare be gone from the Gentleman, and how 
 | much he hath eaten : they arenever curft but when they 
 _ {are hungry : if there be any of him left, Ile bury it, 
 
 | Shep. That's a good deed : if thou mayett difcerne by 
 uae whichis left of him, what he is, fetch me to th’fight 
 ofhim. » ; Caprhg roe : 
 Ch. "Marry will I; and you thal helpe to put him i’th 
 ground, : ; : 
 
 Shep, “Tisa lucky day, boy ,and we'lldac good deeds 
 
 on t. : 
 
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 Atlus Quartus; Scena Prima. 
 
 Exter Time, the Chorus. 
 
 Zim. I that pleatefome, try all :’ both joy atid terror 
 Of good, and bad: tharmakes, abd unfolds error. 
 Now take upon me (inthe namic of Time) 
 
 To ufemy wings: Impute it hot acrime 
 
 To me, or my {wift paflage, that Iflide 
 
 Ore fixteene yeetes, atid leave the growth unttide 
 Of that wide gap, ince itis in my powre 
 
 To orethrow Law,: and in oné feife-borne houre 
 To plant, aud ore-whelme Cuftomei:' Letme patfe 
 
 : The fame Iam, ‘ereancient’ i Otder was, 
 | Orwhatis sow receiu’d, Twitriefleto 
 
 Thetimesthat brought then in, {6 fall I doe 
 
 Toth 'frefheft things now reigning, andmake ftale 
 The gliftering ofthis prefent, asiny Taleo! 
 
 Now feemes to it / your patience'this allowing; 
 Iturne my glafle, and give my Scene {uch growing 
 As you had flept betiveene’s Leontes feaving 
 Th’eitects of his fond jealoufies, erceving 
 
 That he fhutsup hunfelfe, Imagine me 
 
 (Gentle Spe&ators) that I now may be 
 
 In faire Bobemia, and remember well, 
 
 T mention here a fonne o'ch’Kings, which Florizell 
 I now name to you: and with {peed fo pace 
 
 To fpeake of Perdita,now erowne in grace 
 
 Equal] with wond’ring. W hat of her infies 
 Thiftnot prophefic s butlet Tines newes -) (daughter 
 Be knowne when ‘tis brought forth. A fhepheards 
 And what to her adheres, which tollowes after, 
 
 Is th’argument of Time: ofthisallow, 
 
 Ifever you have {pent time worfe, ere now: 
 Ifnever, yet that Time himfelfedoth fay, 
 
 He withes careneltly, you never may. 
 
 Fr anne RIDE NS Ne ee Se SCN we eee wn ea 
 . Scena Secunda, 
 
 Enter Polixees,and Camillo. 
 
 Pol. I pray thee (good Camilo) be*no more importu- 
 nare: :‘tisa fickeneffe denying thee any thing : adeath ro 
 grant thise 
 
 Cam, Icisfifteene yeeres fince 1 faw my Countrey: 
 though I have (for the moft parr) beene ayréd abroad, I 
 defire to lay my bones there. Betides, the penitent King 
 
 - (my Mafter) hath fent for me,to whofe feeling ferrowes 
 
 I might be fome allay(or I oreweere tothinke 16) which 
 isanother fpurre to my departure. 
 
 Pol, As thon lov’it me (Camilo) wipe not but the rch 
 
 of thy fervices, by leaving me now: the need I have of 
 thee, thine owne goodneffe hath made: better not to 
 have had thee, then thus to want thee, thott having made 
 me Bufinefles, (which none (without thee) ean: fuyFici- 
 ently manage) mutt either flay to execute them thy felfe, 
 or take away with thee the very fervices thou haft done: 
 which ifI have notenough confidered (as too much I 
 
 carinot) to be more thankefullto thee, fhall be my ftu- | 
 
 dy,and my profit therein, the heaping friendfhippes. 
 
 Of that fatall Countrey Sicitia, prethee {peake no more, 
 
 whofe very naming, punifhes me withthe remembrance, 
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 of that penitent (as thou cal{t him) and reconciled King 
 my brother, whofe loffe of his moft precious: Queene 
 and Children, are even now to beea-frefh lamented. 
 Say to me,when faw’ft thou the Prince Florszell my fon? 
 Kingsareno leffe unhappy, their iflue not being gra- 
 cions, then they are in loofing them, when they have ap- 
 proved their Vertucs. 
 
 (CamSir, it is three dayes fince I faw the Prince : what 
 his happier affayres may be,are to me unknowne: but I 
 have (miffingly) noted, heisof late much retyred from 
 Court, and isleffe frequent to his Princely exercifesthen 
 formerly he hath appearede ! 
 
 Pol. Lhave confidered fo much: ((amsllo) and with 
 fome care, fo farre, that I have eyes under, my! fervice, 
 which looke upon his removedneffe ; from whom I have 
 this Intelligence, that he is feldome from the honfe of a 
 moft homely fhepheard:a man (they fay) that from very 
 nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbors, 
 is growne into an unfpeakable eftate. 
 
 Cam. Uhave heard (Sir) of fucha man, who hath a 
 daughter of moft rare note : the report of her isextended 
 1 more, then can be thougit to begin from {uch a cottage. 
 
 Pol. That’slikewife part of my Intelligence : but (1 
 feare) the Angle that pluckes our fonne thither. Thou 
 fhalt accompany ustothe place, where we will (not ap- 
 pearing what we are) have fome queftion with the fhep- 
 1 heard ; from whofe fimplicity,1 thinke it not uneafie to 
 
 t the caufe of my fonnes refort thither. Prethee be my 
 
 refent partner in this bufines, and lay afide the thoughts 
 of Sicilia, ee 
 Cam. T willingly obey yourcommand. © 5 1° 
 Pol, My belt Camillo,we mut difgnife our felvess Exit, 
 
 {napper-up of unconfidered trifies : With Dye and drab, 
 I purchas’d Caparifon, and my Revennew is the filly 
 Cteate. Gallowes,and Knocke, are too-powerfull on 
 theHighway. Beating and hanging are terrors to me? 
 For the life to come, I fleepe out the thought of it. A 
 prize, a prize. 
 
 Enter Clowne, 
 Clo. Let me fee, every Leaven-weather toddes, every 
 
 fhorne, what comes the wooll too ? 
 
 Ant. lf the {prindge hold, the Cocke's mine. 
 
 (vo. I cennot do’t without Compters. Let me fee, 
 what am I to buy for our Sheepe:- fhearing-Feaft?. Three 
 
 will this fiter of mine do with Rice? But my father hath 
 made her Miftris ofthe Feaft,and fhe layes it on, Shee } 
 hath made-me foure and twenty Nofe-gayes for thefhe2- 
 rers (three-man fong-men, all, and very. goed. ones) but | 
 they are moft of them Meancs and Bates ;. but one Puri- 
 tan amongftthem, and-hefings Bfalmesto horne-pipes. 
 I muft have Saffromto colour the Warden Pies; Mace: 
 Dates, none : that’s out of my.note : Nutmegges, feven; 
 a Race or two of Ginger; but that I niay begge: Foure 
 pound of Prewyns, and as many of Reyfons o’th Sunne. 
 
 Aw. Oh, that ever I was borne. 
 
 (te. Vth’name of me. 
 
 Aut. Oh helpe me, helpe mee: plucke but off thefe | 
 ragges : andthen, death, death. fo geri 
 
 Clo. Alackepoore foule, thou haft need of more rags | 
 to lay on thee, rather then have thefe cf. 
 
 ones and millions. : 
 .; Clo, Alas poore man, a million of beating may come 
 toa great matter. 
 
 Aut. Lam rob’d fir,and beaten : my money, and ap- 
 parrelltane from me, and thefe deteftable things put up- 
 on mes 
 
 Clo, What, by a horfe-man, or a foot-man ? 
 
 Ast, A footman ({weet fir) a footman. 
 
 Scena T ertia, 
 
 Mia Sian: caw cae a a et le eS a tanta 9S St ete 
 
 Enter Autolicus finging. 
 When Daffadils begin topeere, 
 With heigh the Doxy over the dale, 
 Why then comes sn the {weet ¢ ths yeere. 
 For the red blood raignes in the winters pale. 
 
 The white (heete bleaching on the hedge,’ 
 With bey the {weet birds, O how they fing : 
 Doth fer my pagging tooth an edge, 
 
 For a quart of lea difbfor a Ksng. 
 
 thee. Come lend me thy hand. 
 Aut. Oh good fir, tenderly, oh. 
 (7%. Alas poore foule. 
 
 fhoulder-blade is out. 
 Clo. How now ? Canft ftand? 
 
 The Larke, that tirra-Lyrachaunts, 
 
 With heigh, with beigh the Thrufh and the lay : 
 Are Summer fongs for me and my eAlunts 
 While we lye tumbling in the hay. 
 
 me acharitable orice. 
 
 thee. z i 4 
 I have fern’d Prince Flrixe//, and in my time wore three 
 pile, but now I am out of fervice. 
 But foall I goe msourne for that (my deere) 
 the pale Moone fhines by night : 
 Andwhen I wander here, andthere 
 I then dee moft goe right. 
 If Tinkers may have leave to live, 
 and beare the Sow-skin Bowget, 
 Then my account I well may give, 
 and inthe Stockes avouch-st. sgh 
 My Traifickeis fheets : when the Kite builds, looke to 
 leffer Linnen. My Father nam’d me c4stelicwsy who be- 
 
 have a Kinfman not paft three quarters of a milg hence, 
 
 killes my heart. 
 
 you? 
 
 of the Prince : I cannot tell good fir, for which of his 
 padi itwas, but hewascertainely W hipt out of the 
 (Conrt. \ ae 
 
 e4wt. Ob fir, the loathfomneffe ofthem offends mee, | 
 more then the ftripes I havereceived; whichare mighty | 
 
 Cle. Indeed, hefhouid be a foorman, by the garments 
 he has left with thee: if this bea horfemans Coate, it} 
 hath feene very hot fervice. Lend me thy hand, Ie helpe | 
 
 Ant. Oh good fir, foftly, good fir: I feare (fir) my | 
 
 Aunt, Softly, deerefir : good fir, foftly : you ha done | 
 Clo. Doeft lacke any mony ? Lhavea little mony for | 
 fat. No, good fiveet fir: no, I befeech you fir :1 | 
 
 unto whom I wasgoing: I fhallthere have mney, or | 
 any thing I want: Offer me nomoney I pray you, that) 
 
 Cl. What manner of Fellow was he that robb’d | 
 
 ing (as I am) lytter’d under Mercury, was likewife al 
 
 told yeeldes pound and odde filling : fifteene hundred | 
 
 pound of Sugar ,fiue pound of Currence, Rices What | 
 
 eAut. A fellow (Sir) that I have knowneto goe about | 
 with Troll-my-dames: I knew him him oncea fervant 
 
: TheW inters Tale. 
 
 Clo. His vices you would fay : there’s no vertue whipt 
 
 out of the Court : they cherifh it to make it ftay there ; 
 
 and yer it will no more but abide. 
 
 Aut. Vices lwould fay (Sir.) I know this man well, 
 he hath beene fincean Ape-bearer, then a Proceffe-ferver 
 (a Bayliffe) then he compaft a Motion of the Prodigall 
 fonne; and married a Tinkers wife, withina Mile where 
 my Land and living lyes ; and (having flowne over ma- 
 ny knavith profeffions he fetled only.in Regne:fome call 
 him e4utolicus. 
 
 Cl. Outupon him : Prig , for my life Prig: he haunts 
 ‘Wakes, Fatres, and Bearc-baitings 
 
 efat. Vefy true fir: hefir he: that’s the Rogue that 
 put me into this apparrell. 
 
 Clo, Nota more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia ; It 
 you had but look’d bigge, and {pit at him, hee’ld have 
 runnes 
 
 Ant. I maft confeffeto you(fir) Lam no fighter : Iam 
 falfe of heart that way, and that he knew I warrant him. 
 
 Clo, How doe younow ? 
 
 Aut. Sweet Sir, much better then I was :1 can ftand, 
 and walke : I will eventake my leave of you, and pace 
 foftly towards my Kinfmans. 
 
 Clo, Shall I bring thee on the way ? 
 
 e4ut. No, good fac’d fir, no fweet fir. 
 
 Cle. Then farewell, I muft goetobuy Spices for our 
 
 fheepe-fhearing. Exit. 
 
 » Aut. Profper you {weet fir. Your purfe is not hot e- 
 
 nough to purchafe your Spice : Ile be with you at your 
 
 | theepe-fhearingtoo : If I make not this Cheat bring out 
 
 _| another, aud the fheerers prove fheepe,let me be unrold, 
 and my name put inthe beoke of Vertue. 
 
 Song. Jog-on, Log-on, the foot-path way, 
 - end merrily hent the Stile-a. 
 A merry heart goes allthe day, 
 
 Your fed tyres in a Mile-a. Exit. 
 
 ne eae 
 
 Scena Quarta. | 
 
 _ Enter Florizell, Perdta, Shepherd, (towne, Polixenes,( a 
 millo, Mopfa, Dorcas, Servants, vintolicus. — 
 
 Flo, Thefe your unnfvall weeds, to each part of you 
 
 Do’s give alite :noShepherdefle, but Flora 
 | Peering in Aprils front. This your fheepe-fhearing, 
 
 Isasamerry meeting of the petty gods, 
 
 } And you the Queene on’t. 
 Per, Sir :my gracious Lord, 
 
 Tochideat your extteames, itnot becomes me: 
 
 (Oh pardon, thatI name them:) your high felfe 
 _ | The gracious marke o’th’Land, you have obfcur’d 
 _ | WithaSwaines wearing : and me (poore lowly Maide) 
 | Molt goddeffe-like prank’d up : But that our Feafts 
 | Inevery Meffe, have folly ; and the Feeders 
 P = itwitha Cuftome, Ifhould bluth 
 ’ >) Tofee you foattyr’d: {worne I thinke, 
 | Tothew my felfea glaffe. 
 
 Fh. 1 bleffe the time 
 
 When my good Falcon, made her flight a-crofle 
 Thy fathersground. —__ 
 | _ Per. Now love affoord you cau: © 
 ¥ To methe difference forges dread (your Greatneffe 
 
 a 
 “J 
 
 As your good flecke tha!l profper. 
 
 For you, there's Rofemary , and Rue, thefe keepe 
 
 | And welcome to our Shearing, 
 
 29] 
 
 ScaaRaEREEEEEERREEEEEEEREEee 
 Hath not beene us'‘d to feare :) evennow I tremble 
 Tothinke your Father, by fome accident 
 Should pafle this way,as you did : Oh the Fates, 
 How would he fooke, to fee his worke, fo noble, 
 Vildely bound up ? What would he fay ? Or how 
 Should I (in the fe my bortowed Flaunts) behold 
 The tlernneffe of his prefence ? 
 
 Fl. Apprehend 
 Nothing hut johiity : the Goddesthemfelves 
 (Humbling their Deities to love have taken 
 The fhapes of Beaits yponthem. Tupiter , 
 Became a Bull, and bellow'd : rhe greene Neptune 
 A Ram, and bleated : and the Fire-roab’d-God 
 Golden Apollo, poore humble Swaine, 
 As I feemenow. Their transformations, 
 Werenever fora peece of beauty, rarer; 
 Nov ina way fo chaite : fince my defires 
 Runne not before mine honor : nor my Luts’ 
 Burne hotter then my Faith. 
 
 Pera. Obut deere fir, 
 Yur refolation cannot hold, when ’tis 
 Oppos’d (as it muft be) by th’powerof the King : 
 One of thefe two mutt be neceflities, 
 Which then willfpeake, that you mutt change this. pur- 
 Or I mylife. (pofe, 
 . Fl. Thou deereft Perdita, 
 Withthefe forc’d thoughts, I prethee darken not 
 The Mirth o'th’ Feaft :. Or He be thine (my Faire) 
 Or not my Fathers. For I cannot be 
 Mine owne, nor any thing to any, if 
 Ibenot thine. Tothis 1 aai mek conftane, 
 Though deftiny fay no. Be merry (Gentle) 
 Stranglefuch thoughts as thefe, wish any thing 
 That you behold the while. Your guefts are comming: 
 Lift up your-countenance, as it were the day 
 Of celebration ofthat nuptiall, which 
 We two have fworne fhall come. 
 
 Perd. O Lady Fortune, 
 Stand youanufpicious. 
 
 Fio.. See, your Guefts appreach, 
 Addreffe your felfe to entertaine them fprightly, 
 Andlet’s be red with mirth. 
 
 Shep. Fye (daughter) when my old wife liv’d: upon 
 This day, fhe was both Pantler, Butler, Cooke, 
 
 Both Dameand Servant : Welcom’dall : ferv’d all, 
 Would fing her forig, and dance her curne : now heere 
 At upper end o'th Table; now, ith middle: 
 
 On his fhoulder, and his : her face o’fre 
 
 With labour, and the thing the tooke to quenchit 
 She would to each one fips You are retyred, 
 
 Asif you were a feaftedone: and not 
 
 The Hofteffe of she meeting: Pray you bid 
 
 Thefe unknowne friends to's welcome, for it is 
 
 A way to make us better Friends, more knowne. 
 Come, quench your blathes, and prefent your felfe 
 That which you are, Miftriso’th’Feait. Come on, 
 And bid us welcometo your fheepe-fhearing, =~ 
 
 Enter All. 
 
 Perd. Sir, welcome = . 
 It is my Fathers will, I fhouldtakeon me’ 
 The Hofteffefhip. o’ch’day , your're welcome fir 
 Give nie thofe Flowresthere ( Dorcas.) Reverend Sirs, } 
 
 Seeming, and favour allthe Winter long : 
 Grace, and Remembrarice be to yau both, 
 
 Bb2 
 
BOUND BY W. PB as 
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 Pol, Shepherdefle, 
 
 (A faire ene are you :) well you fit our ages 
 With flowres of Winter, 
 
 Perd. Sir, the yeare growing ancient, 
 Nor yet on fummmers dzath, nor on the birth ; 
 Of trembling winter, the fayrelt flowreso th feafon 
 Are our Carnations, and ftreak’d Gilly-vors, 
 (Which fome cail Natures baftards) of that kind 
 Our rufticke Garden's barren,and I care net 
 To get flips of them. 
 
 Pol, Wherefore (gentle Maiden) 
 
 Doe you neglect them. 
 
 Perd. For] have heard it aid, 
 There isan Art; which in their pideneffe fhares 
 With great creating-Nature. 
 
 Pol. Say there be: 
 Yet Nature is made better by no meanc, 
 But Nature friakes thar Meane : fo over that Arts 
 (Which you fay addes to Nature) isan Art 
 That Nature makes : youfee (fweet Maid) we marry 
 A gentler Sien,to the wildeft Stocke; 
 ‘And make conceive a barke of bafer kind 
 By bud of Nobler race. Thisisan Art 
 Which de’s mend Nature : change it rather, but 
 The Art itfelfe, is Nature. 
 
 Per. Soit is. 
 
 Pel. Then make your Garden rich in Gilly vors, 
 And doe not call them baftards. 
 
 Per. We not put 
 The Diblein earth, to fet one flip ofthem : 
 
 No more then were I painted, 1 would wifh 
 This youth fhould fay’twer well : and onely therefore 
 Defire to breed by me. Here's flowres for you : 
 Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Mariorum, 
 The Mary-gold, that goes to bed with’Sun, 
 And with him rifes, weeping : Thefeare flowres 
 | Of middle fummer, and I thinke they are given 
 To men of middleage. Y’are very welcome. 
 
 Cam. \ fhould leave grazing, were Lof your flocke, 
 And onely live by gazing. 
 
 P er. Outalas: 
 
 You'ld be fo leane, that blafts of lanuary 
 
 I would I had fome Flowreso’th Spring, that might 
 Become your time of day : and yonrs, and yours, 
 That weare upon year Virgin-branches yet 
 Your Maiden-heads growing : O Proferpina, 
 For the Flowers now; that (frighted) thou let’ft fall 
 From Diffes Waggon : Daffadils, 
 That come before the Swallow dares, and take 
 The windes of March with beauty + Violets (dia, 
 But {weeter then the lids of June's eyes, 
 Or Cytherea’s breath) pale Prime-rotes, 
 That dye unmarried, ere they can behold 
 Bright Pha-bus in his ftrength (a Malady 
 Mott incident to Maids: ) bold Oxlips, and 
 The Crowne Imperiall ; Lillies of all kinds, 
 (The flowre-de-Luce being one.) O, thefe Ilacke, 
 Tomake you Garlands of) and my {weet friend, 
 To ftrew himo’re, and ore. 
 
 Flo. What? like aCoarfe? 
 
 Per. No, like abanke, for Love to lye, and play on : 
 Not likea Coarfe: or if: not.to be buried, 
 
 MethinkesT play as I have feene them doe 
 In Whitfon-Paftorals : Sure this Robe of mine 
 
 | Thatall your Actes, are 
 
 (Friend, 
 Would blow youthrough and through. Now (my fairft 
 
 But quicke, and in mine armes. Come, take your flouers, 
 
 TheW nters Tale. 
 
 De’s change my difpofition : 
 Flo. Whatyoudoe, ._. 
 
 Still betters what is done. When you fpeake (fweet) . 
 
 T'ld have youdoe itever : When yon fing, . 
 
 I’'ld have you buy, and fell fo : fo give Almes, 
 
 Pray fo : and fer the ord’ring your Affayres, . 
 
 To fing themtoo. When you doe dance, 1 with you 
 
 A waveo'th Sea, that you might ever doe 
 
 Nothing but that : move fill, ftill fo : 
 
 And owne no other Funttien- Each your doing, 
 
 (So fingular ,in each particular) 
 
 Crownes what you are doing, inthe prefent deeds, 
 NEENES. Pp 
 
 Perd. O Doricles, ’ 
 
 Your praifesare too large : but that your youth 
 And the true blood which peepes fairely through’t, 
 Doe plainly give you out an unftain’d Shepherd 
 With wifedomie, I might feare (my Doricles) 
 
 You woo’d me the falfe way- 
 
 Flo. \thinke you have 
 Aslittle skill to feare,as I have purpofe 
 To put youto’t. But come; our dance I pray, 
 
 Your hand (my Perdita :) fo Turtles paire 
 That never meane to part. 
 
 Perd. lle {weare for’em;, 
 
 Pol. This isthe prettieft Low-borne Laffe, that ever, 
 Ran on the greene-ford : Nothing the do’s, or feemes 
 But fmackes of fomething greater then her felfe, 
 
 Too Noble for this place. 
 
 (am. He tels her fomething 
 That makes her blood looke on’t: Good footh fhe is 
 The Queene of Curdsand Creame: 
 
 Clo. Come on: ftrike up. 
 
 Doss A©op(a mutt be your Miftris: marry Garlicke to 
 mend her kiffing with. 
 
 Mop. Now in goodtime, - 
 
 Clo. Not aword,a word, we {tand upen our manners 
 Come, firike up. : 
 
 Heere a Daunce of Sbepbeards and 
 Shephearddefes. 
 
 Pol. Pray good Shepheard, what faire Swaineis this, 
 Which dances. with your daughter ? Ba 
 
 Shep. They calt him Doricles, and batts himfelfe - 
 
 To havea worthy Feeding; but I have it 
 
 Vpon his ewne report, and I beleeve it : 
 
 He lookes like footh : he fayes he loves my daughter, 
 Ithinke fo too ; for never gaz’dthe Moone, 
 
 Vpon the water, as he'll ftand and reade 
 
 As’twere my daughterseyes ‘and to be plaine, 
 
 | Ithinke there isnot halfea kiffe tochoofe 
 
 Who loves another beft. 
 
 Pol. She dances featly. 
 
 Shep. -So fhe do’s any thing, though I report it 
 That fhould be filent: if yong Doric/es 
 Doe light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that 
 Which he not dreames of, Enter Servaut. 
 
 Ser. O Mafter : if you did but hearethe Pedler at the 
 doore, you would never dance againe after, a Tabor 
 | Pipe: no, the Bag-pipe could not move yous he fings 
 feverall Tunes, fafter then you'll tell money : he utters 
 them as he had eaten ballads, and all mehs eares grew to 
 his Tunes. 
 
 (lo. He could never come better : he fhall come in: 
 I lovea ballad but eventoo well, ifit be dolefull matter 
 merrily fet downe : or avery pleafant thing indeed, 
 {ung lamentably. . : 
 
 Ser. | 
 
 ? 
 
Ser. He hath fongs for man, or woma4;. of all ;fizes: 
 No Milliier can fo fit his cuftomers with Gloues : he has 
 the prettieft Love fongs for Maids, fo without bawdry 
 (which is ftrange) with fuch delicate burthens of Dil- 
 do’sand Fadings : lump-her,and thump-her ; and where 
 fome ftretch-mouth’d Rafcall, would (as it were) meane 
 mifcheefe, and breake a foule gap into the Matter, he 
 makes the maid toanfwer, Wboope, doe me no harme good 
 man: put’shim off, flightshim, with whoop, dee mse x0 
 harme good man. 
 
 Pol. This isa brave fellow. 
 
 Clo. Beleeve me, thou talkeft of an admirable con- 
 
 + | ceited fellow, has he any unbraided Waires : 
 
 Ser. He hath Ribbons of all the colours ith Raine- 
 bow; Points, mere then all the Lawyers in Bohemia, can 
 - learnedly handle, though they come to him by th’groffe : 
 Inckles, Caddyffes, Cambrickes, Lawnes: why he fings 
 em over, as they were Gods, or Goddefles : you would 
 thinke a Smocke were a fhe-Angell, hefo chants to the 
 fleeve-hand, and the werke about the {quare on’t. 
 
 (7%. Prethee bring himin, and \et him approach fin- 
 
 Perd, Forewarne him, that he vfe no {currilous words 
 in’s tunes, 
 
 Clo. You have of thefe Pedlers, that have more in 
 } them,then youl’d thinke (Sifter) | 
 Per, I goodbroiher, or goeabouttothinke. 
 
 Enter Autolicus finging. 
 Lawne as white as driven Snow, 
 Cypreffe blacks as ere was (rom, 
 Gloves as [weet as Damasks Rofes, 
 Maskes for faces, and for nofes: . 
 Bugle-bracelet, Necke-lace Amber. 
 Perfume for a Ladies Chamber : 
 Golden Duvifes, and Stomachers 
 For my Lads, to give their deers: 
 ‘Pins, and poaking-ftickes of feele. 
 What Maids lacke frombead to hele : 
 Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy. 
 | Buy Lads, or elje your Laffes ory: ( ome buy. 
 
 take no money of me, but being enthrall’d as 1 am, it will 
 | alfo be the bondage of certaine Ribbons and Gloves. 
 | Mo, I was promis'’d them againft the Feaf, but 
 } they come not too latc now. NIAC 
 _ Dor. Hehath promis'd you more then that, or there 
 belyars. PdlesuaG? co 
 | Mop. He hath paid youall he promis’d you: "May be 
 he has paid you more, which will {hatne you to give him 
 
 | againe. ) 
 
 _ €%. Isthere no manners left among maids ? Will they 
 Weare their plackets, where they fhould bear their faces? 
 | Isthere not milking-time ? When youare going to bed? 
 | Or kiil-hole? To whiftle of thefe fecrets, but youmuft 
 | -betittie-ratling beforeall our guefts? Tis well they are 
 whifpring : clamor your tongues,and not a word mores 
 - Mop. I havedone ; Come yoirpromis’d mea tawdry- 
 { lace, and a paire of {weet Gloves. . ar 
 
 | Clo, Have I not told thee how I was cozen’d by the 
 | Way, and loftall my money? Nee Saaee 
 Ant. And indeed Sir,there are Cozenersabroad, there- 
 fore.it bghooves mento be WwaryaccS . 
 _ Clo, Feare not thou man, thou fhalt lofe nothing here. 
 tut. Lhope fofir, for I have about me many parcels 
 
 {oficharge. 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 Cla. If I were notin love with Mopfa, thou thouldtt. 
 
 a BR PRS AES SES ER SS ET EI EE Se 
 
 29 3 
 
 (4%, What hat heere ? Ballads 2. 
 
 _ Mop. Pray now buy fome: Ilove a ballet in print, a. 
 life, for then we are {ure they are true. | 
 
 ent. Here’s one, toa very dolefull tune, howa Vfi- 
 rers wife was brought to bed of twenty money bagges at 
 a burthen, and how the long’d to eate Adders heads, and 
 Toads,carbonado’d. 
 
 Mep. Is it true,thinke you? 
 
 Aut. Very true, and but a moneth old. 
 
 Dor, Blefle me frony marrying a Vfurer- 
 
 Aut. Here's the Midwives name to’c:one Miftris Tale- 
 Porter,and five or fix honelt Wives, that were prefent, 
 Why.fhould I earry tyes'abroad ? 
 
 Mop. ’Pray you now buy it. oer at 
 “Clo, Come on, lay it by: and let’s firft fee moe Bal- 
 lads: We'llbuythe other things anon. 
 
 Aut. Here's another ballad of a Fifth, that appeared 
 upon the coaft,on wenfday the fourefcore of April, forty 
 thoufand fadom abone water, and fung this ballad againit 
 the hard hearts of maides:it was thought fhe wasa Wo- 
 man, and was turn’d intoa cold fith, for fhe would not 
 exchange flefh with one thatlov’d her: The Ballad is 
 very pittifull, and as true. 
 
 Der. Is it treuetoo, thinke you. ; vii 
 
 Auto, Five luftices handsat its and witaefles more 
 then my packe will hold. 
 
 (%. Lay it by too ;another. 
 
 Aut. This isa merry ballad, but a very pretty one} 
 
 Mop. Let’s have fome merry ones. 
 
 Ast. Why thisisa pafling merry one,and goes to the 
 tune of two maids wooing a man : there’s {carfea Maide 
 weftward but fhe fings it ; "cis in requefty-I can tell you. 
 
 Mop. Wecan both fing it : if thou’lt beare a part,thou 
 fhalt heare, ‘tis in three parts. 
 
 Dor, We had the tune on’t,a month agoe. 
 
 Ant. Icanbeare my part, you muft know ‘tis my oc- 
 cupation: Have at it with you: 
 
 Song Get you hence, for! muff goo 
 Aut Where it isnot you to know. 
 Dor. Whether ? 
 
 Mop. O whether ? 
 
 Dor. Whether ? a 
 Mop. Jt becomes thy oath full well, 
 
 4. Thon tome thy fecrets tell. 
 
 Dor. .4fe too . Let me gee thether: hy 
 Mop. Or thom goeit te tiv Grange, or Mill, 
 Dor. If to either thon doft ill, 
 
 Aut. Nesther. 
 
 Dor. What neither ? . 
 Aur, Neither: a hots = 
 Dor. Thos hail [worie my Love to be, 
 
 Mop. Thom baft (worne it more tome. 
 
 _ +, Then whether goest ? Say whether ? 
 
 (fs. We'll have this fong out anon by our felves: My 
 father, and the Gent.are in fad talke,and we'll not trouble 
 them : Come bring away thy packe after me, Weaches 
 Ile buy for you both : Pedler lev’s have the firft choyce ;. 
 fellow me girles, Ags. And you fhall pay well for ’em. 
 Song. Wik you buy any Tape, or Lace for your ( ape? 
 
 CMy dainty Ducke, my deere-a? ‘ 
 e-4ny Silke, any Thred, any Toes for your bead 
 . Of the news't, and fins t, fins t weare-a. 
 Come to the Pedler, Monsy’s a medler, - 
 That dorlutter all mens warea.. Exit. 
 
 Ser. Matter, there is three Carters, three: Shepherds, 
 
 three Neat-herds, three Swine-herds that have made 
 Bb 3 them- 
 
SOUND BY W.PB 
 
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 themélvesall men of haire,they call themfelves Saltiers, 
 and they have a Dance, which the Wenches fay isa gal- 
 ly -mantry of Gambols, becaufe they are not in’t: bat 
 they themfelves are o’th’mind (if ic be not too rough 
 for fome, that know little but bowling) it will pleafe 
 plentifully. 
 Shep. Away: We'll none ont ; heere hasbeene too 
 much homely foolery already. 1 know (Sir) we weary 
 ou. 
 : Pol. You weary thofethat refrefh us: pray let’s fee 
 thefe foure-threes of Heardfmen- 
 Ser. One three of them, by their owne report (Sir,) 
 hath dane’d before the King :and not the wortt of the 
 three, but jumpes twelve foote and a halfé by th'{quire. 
 Shep. Leave your prating, fince thete good men are 
 leat’d, letthemcomein: but quickly now- 
 Ser. Why: they ftay at doore Sir. 
 Heere a Dance of twelve Satires. 
 Pol. © Father, you'll know more of that heereafter : 
 Is it not too farre gone ?’ Tis time to part them, 
 He’s fimple, and tels much. How now (faire fhepheard ) 
 Your heart is fullof fomething, thatdo’s take 
 Your mind from feafting. Sooth,when I was yongs 
 And handed love, as you doe; 1 was wont 
 To load my Shee with knackes : I would have ranfacht 
 The Pedlers filken Treafury, and have pows’d it 
 To her acceptance: you have let him goc, 
 And nothing marted with him. If your Laffe 
 Interpretation fhould abufe, and callthis 
 Your lacke of love, or bounty, you were ftraited 
 Fora reply atleaft, if you make acare 
 Of happy holding her. 
 Flo, Old Sir,1 know 
 She prizes not fuch trifles as thefe are : 
 The gifts thelookes from me, are packt and fockt 
 Vp inmy heart, which I have given already,’ * 
 But notdeliver'd. O heare me breath my life 
 Before thisancient Sir, who (it fhould feeme) 
 Hath fometimelov’d: I take thy hand, this hand, 
 Asfoftas Doves downe, andas whiteas it, 
 Or Exbyopianstooth, or the fan'd fhow, 
 That’s bolted by th’Northerne blaft, twice ores 
 Pol. What tollowes this? 
 How prettily th’yong Swainefeemes to wafh 
 The hand, was faire before ? I have put you out, 
 
 | Buttoyour proteftation : Letme heare 
 
 W hatyou profeffe. 
 ' Flo. Doe, and be witnefle toot. 
 
 Plo. And this my neighbour too? 
 
 Flo. And he, and more 
 Than he, and men: the earth, the heavens, and all ; 
 That were I crown'd the moft Imperiall Monarch 
 Thereof moft worthy: were I thefayreft youth 
 That ever made eyefwerve, had force and knowledge 
 More than was ever mans, I wouldnot prizethem 
 Without her Love; for her,employ them all, 
 Commend them,and condemnethem to herfervice, - 
 Orto their owne perdition. 
 
 Ph, Fairely offer’de : 
 
 (am, This fhewes afound affection. 
 
 She. Butmy daughter, 
 Say you the like te him. 
 
 Per. icannot fpeake _ 
 So well, (nothing fo well) no, nor meane better 
 By th’patterne of mine owne thoughts, J cut out 
 The purity of his. 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 i TT 
 
 Shep. Take hands,a bargaine 5 : he Ue 
 And friends unknowne, you fhall beare witnefle to’ts } 
 I give my daughter tohim, and will make ‘ 
 Her Portion, equall his. itive 
 
 Fé. O,that mutt be : 
 
 I’th Vertae of your daughter: One being dead, 
 
 I fall have more then youcan dreame of yet, 
 
 Enough then for your wonder: but come-on: 
 Contract us’fore thefe Witnefles. — nae 
 
 Shep, Come, your hand: nena 
 And daughter, yours. 1 em 
 
 Pol. Soft Swaine a-while:befeech you, ae 
 Have youa Father? ot STO 
 
 Fol. have: but whatof him? + eg 
 
 Rol. Knowes he of this ? ; ees oe 
 
 Fol. He neither do's, nor fhall. Loonnal 8 
 
 Pel. Me-thinkesa Father, Pas 
 Is atthe Nuptiall of his fonne, a gueft : T9¥OT 
 That beft becomes the Table: Pray youoncemores | 
 Is not your Father growne incapeable i~oegoll 
 Of reafonable affaires? Is he not ftupid) 2s 
 With Age, andaltring Rheumes? Can he fpeake? heare? 
 Know man, fromman ? Difpute hisowne eftate? 
 Lyes he not bed-rid? And againe, do’s nothing ‘a 
 But what he did, being childifly? (AD) 
 
 Filo, No good Sir: : een By 
 He has his health, and ampler firength indeed: | 2" 
 Then moft have of hisage. 
 
 Pol. By my white beard, 
 
 You offer him (if this be fo) a wrong 
 
 Something unfiliall ; Reafon my fonne 
 
 Should choole himfelfe awite; butas good reafon 
 The Father (all whofe joy is nothing elfe 
 
 But faire pofterity) {hould hold fomecounfaile 
 
 In fuch abufineffe. 
 
 Flo. I yeeld ali this ; 
 
 But for fome other reafons (my grave Sir) 
 Which *tis not fit yon know, 4 net acquaint 
 My father of this bafineffe. ; 5 
 
 Pie, Let him know’t. 
 
 Fla. He fhall not. 
 
 Plo. Prethee let him. 
 
 Flo. No, hemuftnot. ©! : , Oe 
 
 Skep. Let him (my fonne) he fhall not need to greeve: 
 At knowing of thy choyce- iS 
 
 ‘Flo.. Come, come, he muft not =: . Lo 
 Marke our Contract. sais 
 
 Plo. Marke your divorce (yong Sir) 
 Whom foniie I dare not call : Thou art too bafe 
 Tobeacknowledg’d. Thoua Scepters heire, a4 
 Thatthusaffetsa fheepe-heoke ? Thon old Traitor; | 
 Iam ferry that by hanging thee,! can age 
 But fhorten thy lifeone weeke. And thou, frefh peece Be 
 Of excellent Witchcraft, who of force mult know | 
 The royal! Foole'thou coap’ft with. iets 
 
 Shep. Oh my heart. besa | 
 
 Pol. Me have thy-beauty {cratcht with briers and made} 
 More homely thenthy fate. For thee (fond boy)’ | 
 If I may ever know thou doft but figh, . 
 That thou no more fhalt never fee this knacke (as never 
 I meane thou fhalr) we'lbbarre thee from fuccelfion, | 
 Not hold thee of our blood; no not our Kin, eit 
 Farre than Descalion off : (markethou my words) © 
 Follow ustothe Court, ThouChurle, forthistime” 
 (Though full of onr difpleafure) yet wefreethee = 
 From the dead blow ofits And youEnchantment, 
 
 - - Wer- 
 
‘Worthy enougha Heard{man: yea himtoo, — 
 That makes himfelfe (but for our Honor therein) 
 
 | Vaworthy thee. It ever henceforth, thou 
 
 _ Thefe rurall Latches, to his entrance open, 
 
 | Or hope hisbody more, with thy embracess 
 
 4 Twilldevife a death, as crucll for thee 
 
 | As thou art tender to’t. Exit. 
 | Berd, liven:heere undone : 
 | Lwasnot mucha-fear’d : for once, or twice 
 | Lwasaboutto {peake, andtell him plamely, 
 The felfe-fame Sun, that fhinesupon his Court, 
 |, Hides nov his vifage from our Cottage, but 
 | Lookesionalike, Walt pleafe you (Sir) be gon ? 
 | Dtold you what wouldicome ofthis: Beftech you 
 | OF your owns fate take care : This dreame of mine 
 _ | Beingnow awake, lle Queeneit noinch farther, 
 } But milke my Ewes, and weepe. 
 | (Cam. Why how now Father, 
 | Speake ere thou dyeft. 
 | Sheps. Lcannor fpeake, nor thinke, 
 | Nor dare to know, that whichI knows O.Sirs 
 -Yowhaveundone a man of fourefcorethree, 
 | Thatthought to fill his grave in quiet syea, 
 | To dye upon the bed my father dy'de, 
 To lyeclole hy his honeft bones); but now 
 Some Hangman mutt put on my fhrowd,,and lay me 
 | Where no Prieft fhavels-in duft. Oh curfed wretch, 
 | That knew’ft this was the Prince, and. wouldft. adventure 
 | Tominglefaith with him. Vndone; undone : 
 IFT might dye within thishoure, [haveliv’d 
 ‘|| To:dye when L cefires, 
 Flo. Why looke you-fo upon me? 
 Tam but forry, not affear'd : delaid, 
 Butnorhing altsed.: WhatIwas,lam:s 
 More {teaining.on, for plucking backe ; not following 
 My leafhunwallingly. 
 Cam.. Gracious my Lord,, 
 Yourknow. your Fathersteuper sat this time 
 He wilballow. no fpeech,:(which I doe gieffe 
 || Youidge not purpofeto bim.:) and as hardly 
 Willhe endure your fight, as yet I feare ; 
 Then till the fury obhis Highnefle fertle 
 Come not before him. 
 ( Flo, Tor purpofe it : 
 Ithinke Camsllo. 
 i Cams Even be;.my Lord. 
 Per. How often have | told you twould be thus? 
 How often fai¢ my dignity would lat 
 But till’twere knowne,? 
 Flo, Tt cannot faile, but by, 
 The violation of my faith,and then” 
 | Let Natwrecrufh the fides.o’ch earth together, 
 | And marre the feeds wirhin., Lift up thy loobes +, 
 | From myfucceddion wipe me (Father) I : 
 ‘Am heyre to my. affection. . 
 || Cam. Beadvis’d. 
 | Flo, Yam: and by my fancy, if my Reafon 
 | Willthereto be obedient : Lhavereafons 
 \ Ifnot, my fences better (pleas’d with madnefle ) 
 Doebidit welcome. 
 (am. This is defperate (fir) 
 Vio. Socallit : but it do’s fulfill my.vow: 
 Tneeds muft thinkeis honefty.. Camsillos, - 
 | Not for Boherwa,, northe pompe that. may 
 Be thereat gleaned; for all that the Sun fees, or 
 ‘Theclofecarth wombes, or the profound feas hide... . 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 aS 
 
 TInunknowne fadomes, wilbl break e my: oath 
 Tothis my fairebelov’d: Therefore, pray you, 
 As you haveveuer bin my: Fathers friend, 
 
 When he fhall mifle me, as (imfaith I meane not 
 To fee himany more) caft your good counfailes 
 Vpon his paifion: Let my-{elfe, and Fortune 
 Tug forthetime to. come. This youmay know, 
 And fo deliver, fam put to Sea 
 With her, whom here I cannot hold on fhore : 
 And moft opportune ta her need, Ihave 
 
 A Velflell rides faft by, bur not psepar’d 
 
 For this defigne. What courie | meane to hold 
 Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor 
 Concerne mie the reporting. 
 
 Cam. O my Lord, it 
 I would your {pirit were cafes for aduices | 
 Or ftronger for your need. r Avg 
 
 Flo, Hearke Perdita, u 
 lle heare you by andiby.. 
 
 Cam. He's irremoveable, : 
 Rofolv’d tor fight : Now were I happy,if 
 Hisgoing, I could frame to ferve my:turne. 
 
 Save him from danger, doe him love and honour, 
 Purchafe the fight againe of deere Sicilia, 
 And thatunhappy King,my Matter, whom 
 I fo much thirtt to fee. . 
 Fle. Now good (amillo, . 
 Tam fo fraught: with curious bufineffe, that 
 I leave out ceremony. 
 
 Cam. Sir) thinke 
 You have heard‘ofmy poore fervices,i’th love 
 That I have borne your Father? f 
 
 Flo; Very nobly 
 Have you deferv d : It is my Fathers Muficke 
 Tofpeake your deeds : not little of his.care 
 
 _ To have them secompenc’d; as thoughton. 
 
 Cam. Well (my Lord) 
 
 “Ifyou may pleafeto thinke I love the King, 
 
 And through him, what’s neerett to him, whichis 
 Your gracious felfe ; embrace but my direction, 
 If your more ponderous and fetled project 
 
 May fuffer ulterations On mine honor, 
 
 Ile point you where you thall have fuchreceiving 
 As {hall become your Highneffe, where you may . 
 
 ' Enjoy your Mittris:; from the whomyI {ee 
 
 There's no difiunétion to be made, butiby 
 (As heavens forefend ).your ruines ‘Marry her, 
 And with my beft endevours, in youeabfence, 
 Your difcontenting Father, {trive to quailifie 
 And bring him up to liking: 
 
 Flo. How C awl ; j 
 
 | May this(almoft amiracle) be done 2 
 
 That I may call thee fownething more than man; 
 And after that truft to thee, 
 
 Cam, Have youthought on 
 A place whereto you llgae?; 
 
 Flo,Not any yets Ey sg 
 But as th unthought-on accident is guilty. 
 To what we wildly doe, fo we protefle 
 Our felvesto bethe flaves:ofchiance, and flyes 
 Of every winde that blowes.. 
 
 Gam. Thenliftitome: 
 
 This tollowes, if you will notchange y our purpofe 
 But undergoe this flight ; make for Sicilia, 
 
 _ Andthereprefent your felfe, and your faire Princeffe, 
 , (For fol fee fhe multe) "fore Leomtes; 
 
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 TheW nters Tale. 
 
 She fhall be habited, asit becomes 
 The partner of -your Bed. Me thinkes 1 fee 
 Leontes opening his free Armes,and weeping 
 His Welcomes forth : asks thee there Sonne torgivenelfe, 
 As ‘twere ith’ Fathers perfon : kiffes the hands 
 Of your frefh Princeffe ; ore and ore divides him, 
 *T wixt his unkindneffe, and his kindneffe : th’one 
 He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow 
 Fafter then Thought, or Times 
 Flo, Worthy Camillo, 
 What colour for my Vifitation, fhail I 
 Hold up before him? 
 ® Cam. Sent by the King your father 
 To greet him, andtogive him comforts. Sir, 
 The manner of your bearingtowards him, with 
 W hat you (as from your Father) fhall deliver, 
 Things knowne betwixt usthree, Ile write you downe, 
 The which shall point you forth at every fitting 
 What you muft fay , that he fhall.not perceive, 
 But that you have your fathers Bofome there, 
 And {peake his very Heart. 
 Fie. 1am bound to you : 
 There is fome fappe in this. 
 Cam. ACourfe more promifing, . 
 Thena wild dedication of your felves 
 To unpath’d Waters, undream’d Shores ; moft certaine, 
 To Miferies enough :no hopeto helpe you, 
 Butas youfhake offone, totakeanother: — 
 Nothing {0 certaine, as your Anchors, who.» 
 Doe their belt office, ifthey can but ftay you, 
 Where you'lbe loth to be : befides you knows. 
 Profperitie’s the very bond of Love, gad 
 Whofe trefh complexion, and whofe heart togethers 
 Affliction alters. 
 Per. One of thefe is true: 
 I thinke Affliction may fubduethe Cheeke, 
 But not take-in the Mind, 
 Cam. Yea? fay you fo? 
 There fhallnot, at your fathers honfe, thefe feven yeeres 
 Be borne another fuch, 
 Flo. My good Camille, , 
 She’s as forward, of her Breeding, as 
 She is i’th’ reare “our Birth. 
 Cam. Icannot fay, ’tis pitty 
 She lackes inftructions, for fhe feemes a Miftreffe 
 To moft that teach. 
 Per. Your pardon Sir, for this. 
 
 - Tlebluth you Thankes. 
 
 Flo. My prettielt Perdita. 
 But O, the Thornes we ftand upon : (Camille) 
 Preferver of my Father, now of me, 
 The Medicine of our Houfe : how fhall we doe? 
 Weare non furnifh’d like Behemia's Sonne, 
 
 Nor fhall appeare in Sicily. 
 
 Cam. My Lord, 
 Feare none of this : I thinke you know my fortunes 
 
 ~ Doeall lye there: it fhall befo my care, 
 | To have you royally appointed,asif 
 
 The Sczne yov play, were mine. For inftance Sir, 
 That you may knew you fhall not want; one word. 
 
 Enter Antolicus. 
 
 Aut. Haha, whata foole Honefty is ? and Truft (his 
 fwerne brother) a very fimple Gentleman. I have fold 
 all my Trompery : not a counterfeit Stone, nora Ribbon, 
 Glafle, Pomander, Browch, Table-booke, Ballad, Knife, 
 Tape, Glove,Shooe-tye, Bracelet, Horne-Ring,to keepe 
 
 my Packe from fafining :they throng who thould buy | 
 
 firft, as ifmy Trinkets had beene hallowed,andbronght | 
 
 abenediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I faw | 
 
 whofe Purfe was beft in Pi@ture ; and what I faw, tomy 
 good ufe,I remetmbred. My Clowne (who wants but 
 {omething to be areafonable man ) grew fo in love with 
 the Wenches Song,that he would.not ftirre his Pettytoes 
 till he had both Tune and Words, which fo drew the 
 reft of the Heard to me, that alltheir other Sences ftucke 
 
 in Eares: you might have pinch’d a Placket,it was fence- | 
 lefle , twas nothing to gueld a Cod-pecce of a Purfe : I | 
 would have fili’d Keyes of that hung in Chayness | 
 no hearing ,no feeling, but my Sirs Song, and admiring | 
 the nothing of it. So that in this time of Lethargy, T | 
 
 pick’d and cut moft ef their Feftivall Purfes: Afd had 
 
 not the old-man come in witha Whoo-bub againft his | 
 Daughter, andthe Kings Sonne,and fcar'd my Chowghes | 
 from the Chaffe, I hadnotleft a Purfe alive in the whole | 
 
 Armye 
 Cam. Nay, but my Letters by thismeanes being there 
 So foone.as you arrive, fhall cleare that dowbr. 
 
 Fle. And thofe that you'll procure from King Leontes? 
 
 (am, Shall fatisfie your Father. 
 Perd. Happy beyou: 
 
 All that you {peake, fhewes faire. 
 Cam. Who have we here ? 
 
 We'll make an Inftrament of this: omit vy . 
 
 Nothing may give us ayde. 
 
 Aut. If they have over-licard me new : why hanging, f 
 
 Cam. How now {good Fellow) 
 Why.-fhak’ft thou fo? Feare not (man) 
 Here’s no harme intended to thee, 
 
 e4ut. lama poore fellow, Sir. 
 
 Cam. Why,be foil; here'sobody will tealethat | 
 
 from thee : yet for the out-fide of thy poverty, wem 
 
 makean exchange ; therefore dif-cafe thee inftantly (thou | 
 moft thinke there’s a neceflity in’¢) and change garments | 
 fr (onhis re 
 
 fide) be the worft, yet hold thee, there’sfome boot. | 
 Aut. | ama poore Fellow, Sir: (know ye well e | 
 
 with this Gentleman : T hongh the penny-wort 
 
 enough.) 
 
 6? Se, <a 
 
 a Se ee ee ee 
 
 aa ate oe eel as i 1a 
 
 i “FOO s 
 
 2 Say eee 
 
 Cam. Nay prethee difpatch : the Gentlemaa is halfe ie 
 
 fled already. 
 
 "Awe. Ave you in earneft,Sir ? (1 fimell the tricke on’t.) | 
 
 Fé. Difpatch, | prethee. 
 
 Aut. Indeed I have had carneft, but I cannot*with i 
 
 con{cience take it. 
 
 Cam. Vnbuckle, unduckle. 
 Fortunate Miftreffe (let my prophecy 
 Come home to ye:) you mutt retire your felfe 
 Into fome Covert ; take your (weet-hearts Hat ! 
 And plucke it ore your Browes, muffle your fateg 
 
 _Difmantle you, and (as you can) difliken 
 
 The cruth of your owne feeming, that you may 
 (For I doc feareeyes over) to Ship-boord 
 Get undefery’d. 
 Per. 1 {eethe Play folyes, 
 That I muft bearea part. 
 (4m. No remedy : 
 Have you done there? : 
 Flo, Should I now meet my Father, 
 
 He would not call me Sonne. 
 
 (am, Nay, you fhall have no Hat: 
 Come Lady, come: Fareweil (my friend.) 
 efut. Adicu, Sir. . 
 Flos O Perdita : what have we twaine forgot? 
 : | ’P. 
 
"Pray youa word. 
 
 ; Cam. What Idoenext, hall be totell the King 
 
 Of this efcape, and whither they are bound ; 
 
 Whereia, my hope is, I fhall fo prevaile, 
 
 To force him after : in whofe company 
 
 I fhall re-view Sictlia ; for whofe fight, 
 
 Ihavea Womans Longing: 
 
 _ Flo. Fortune fpeed us: - 
 
 Thus we fet on. (Camillo) to th’Sea-fide. 
 
 | (am. The twitter {peed , the better. Exit. 
 et. Tunderftandthe bufinefle, I heare it: to have an 
 open eare,a quicke eye,and a nimble hand,is neceflary for 
 ‘a Cut-purfe ;.a good Nofeis requifite alfo, to fmell out 
 worke for th’other Sences. Ifee thisisthetime that the 
 unjuft man doth thrive. W hat an exchange had this been, 
 without boot? What a boot is here, with this exchange; 
 Sure the gods doe this yeere conniveat us, and we may 
 doe any thing extempore. The Prince himfelfe is about 
 a peece of iniquity ({tealing away from his Father, with 
 his Ciog at his heeles: ) if Ithought it were a peece of 
 honefty to acquaint the King withall, 1 would not dot : 
 
 Thoid it the more knavery to conceale it ; and therein am 
 Tconftant to my Profeffion, 
 
 Enter (lowne, and Shepherd. 
 
 Afide, afide, here is more matter fora hot braine: Every 
 Lanes end, every Shop , Church, Seffion, Hanging, yeelds 
 a carefull man worke. 
 
 ‘Clow. See, fee: whata man youare now ? there is no 
 ‘other way, but te tell the King fhe’s a Changeling, and 
 | none of your fleth and blood. 
 
 Shep. Nay, but heare me. 
 
 Clow. Nay ; but heare me. 
 
 Shep. Goe to then. , 
 
 | Clow. She being none of your flefh and blood, your 
 fiefh and blood ha’s not offended the King, and fo your 
 
 fiefh and blood is not to be punith’d by him. Shew thofe 
 
 things you found about her (thofefecret things, all but 
 
 what fhe ha’s with her:) This being done, let the Law goe 
 
 whiftle : I warrant you. 
 
 Shep. 1 will tell the Kingall, every word, yea, and his 
 Sonnes prancks too ; who, I may fay, is no honeft man, 
 neitherto his Father, nor to me,to goe about to make me 
 the Kings Brother in Law. 
 
 (low, Indeed Brother in Law was the fartheftoff you 
 could have beene to him, and then your Blood had beene 
 | the deerer, by I know how much anounce. 
 
 eu. Very wifely (Puppies. ) 
 
 Shep. Wel: let ustothe King :. there is that in this 
 Farthell ,will make him fcratch his Beard. 
 
 4ut.J know not what impediment this Complaint may 
 be tothe flight of my Malter. 
 
 Cio. *Pray heartily he beat Pallace. 
 
 _ Aut. Though I am not naturally honeft, I am fo fome- 
 times by chance : Let me pocket up my Pedlers excre- 
 ment. How now (Ruftiques ) whither are you bound ? 
 
 Shep. Toth’ Pallace (and it like your Worthip.) 
 
 Aut. Your Affaires there? what ? with whom? the 
 Condition of that Farthell ? the place of your dwelling ? 
 your names? your ages ? of what having? bréeding, and 
 any thing that is fitting to be knowne, difcover ? 
 
 (4. Wearé but plaine fellowes, Sir. 
 
 Aut, A Lye: youare rough, and hayrie: Let me have 
 ho lying’; it becomes none but Trade{-men, and they of- 
 ten give us (Souldiers) the Lye, but we pay them for it 
 With ftamped Coyne, not {tabbing Steele, therefore they 
 doe not give us the Lye. 
 
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 497 
 
 Cfo. Your Worfhip had like t6 have given us one, if 
 you had not taken your felfe with the manner. 
 
 Shep. Aveyona Couttier, and’t like you Sir? 
 
 Aut. Whether it likeme, or'no, Iam a Courtier Seeft 
 thou not-the ayre of the Court,in thefe enfoldiags? Hath 
 not my gate in it, the meafure of the Court ? Receivs not 
 thy Nofe Court-Odour from me ? Refleé& I not on thy 
 Bafenefle, Court-Contempt ? Thiak'tt thou, for that I 
 infinuate, or toaze from theethy Bufineffe, Iam  there- 
 fore noCourtier? I atm Courtier Cap-ape; andonethat 
 will either pufh-on, or plack-backe, thy Bufineffé there : 
 whereupon I command thee to open thy Affaire, 
 
 Shep. My bufinefle; Sir, istothe'King. 
 
 Aut. What Aduocateha’ft thou to him? — 
 
 Shep. 1 know not (and’elike you. ) as 
 
 Clo. Aduocate’sthe Court-word for a Pheazant : fay 
 you have nene. ip. 8g 
 
 Shep. None, Sir ; I have no Pheazant Cocke,nor Hen. 
 
 eAat. How bleffed are we,’ that are not fimple men? 
 Yet Natare might have made meas thefe are, 
 
 Therefore I will noc difdaine. 
 
 C4. This cannot be but a great Courtier. 
 
 Shep. His Garments are rich, but he wearesthem tio 
 handfomely. 
 
 Cle, He feemes to be the more Noble, in being fanta- 
 fticalls a great man, lle warrant ; I know by the picking 
 on’s Teeth, Yi tc 2 
 
 At. The Farthell there? What’si’th’ Farthell ? 
 Wherefore that Box ? 
 
 Shep. Sir, there lyesfuch fecréts in this Farthell and 
 Box, which none muft know but the King, and which he 
 fhall. know within this houre, if I may come toth’{pecch 
 of him. 
 
 Ast. Age,thou haft loft thy labour. 
 
 Shep. Why Sir? 
 
 Ant. The King isnot atthe Pallace, heis gone aboord 
 a new Ship,to purge Melancholy, and ayre himfelfe : for 
 if thou bee’ft capable ef things ferious, thou muft know 
 the King is full of griefe, : 
 
 Shep. So’ tis faid (Sir :) about his Sonne, that fhould 
 have marryed a Shepheards Daughter. 
 
 Ant. If that Shepheard be not in hand-faft, let him 
 flye; the Curfes he fhall have,the Tortures he-thall feele, 
 will breake the backe of Man, the heartof Montter. 
 
 (4. Thinke you fo, Sir? . 
 
 Aut. Not he alone thal} fuffer what Wit can make 
 heavy, and Vengeance bitter; but thofe that are Iermaine 
 to him (though remov’d fifty times ) {hall all come under 
 the Hang-man : which, though itbe great pitty, yetiris | 
 neceflary. Aneld Sheepe-whiitling Rogue, a Ram-ten- 
 der, to offer to have his Daughter come into grace? Some 
 fay he fhallbe {ton’d : but chat deathis too foft for him |. 
 (fay I: ) Draw our Throne intoa Sheep-Coat ? alldeaths 
 aretoo few,thefharpefttooeafie, = 
 
 Clo. Ha’sthe old-man ere a Sonne Sir (doe you heare) 
 and’t like you, Sir ? : 
 
 Aut, He ha’saSonne :. who fhallbe flayd alive, then 
 *noynted over with Honey, fet on the head of a-Wafpes |. 
 Neft,then ftand till he bethree quartersahd a dram dead; 
 then recover’dagaine with Aquavite, or fomie other hot~ 
 Infufien; then,raw as he is (and in the hoteft day Pregno-' 
 ftication préclaymes ) fhall he be fet again{t a Brick-wall 
 (the Sutinelooking with a South-ward eye upon him;) 
 where he is to behold him, with Flyes blowne todeath. }. 
 But whar talke we of thefe Traitorly-Raftals, whofe mi- 
 feries arcto be {mil’dat, their offences being fo ner 
 
 elk |: 
 
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 Tell me (for you {eemetto be honeft plaine men) what you 
 have to the King : being fomething gently confider’d He 
 bring you where he is aboord tender your perfons to his 
 prefence, whifper him in your behaltes sand if it be in 
 man, befidesthe King, to effect your Suites, here is man 
 fhall dee it. : 
 
 Cle. He feemes tobe of great authority: clofe with 
 him, give him Gold : and though Authority be a ftub- 
 borne Beare, yethe isoftledby the Nofe with Gold : 
 fhew the in-fide of your Puarfe to the out-fide of his 
 hand, andno moreadoe. Remember fton'd, and flay’d 
 alive. 
 
 Shep. And’t pleafe you (Sir) tonndertake the Bufineffe 
 forus, here cis that Gold 1 have: He make tt as much 
 more, and jeavethis young man in pawne, till I bring it 
 
 ou. 
 
 Aut. Afcer I have done what I promifed ? 
 
 Shep. 1 fir. ; 
 
 eat. Well, give methe Moity: Are youa party in 
 this Bufinefle ? J 
 
 (lo. Infome fort, Sir : butthoagh my cafe be a pit 
 tifull one, I hope fhall notbe flayd out of it. 
 
 e4ut. Oh, that’s the cafe of the Shepheards Senne : 
 hang him, he’le be made an example. 
 
 Clo. Comfort, good comfort : We mufttothe King, 
 and fhew our ftrange fights : he maft know “tis none of 
 your Daughter, nor my Sifter: weare goneelfe, Sir, I 
 will give you as muchas thisold mando s, when the Bu- 
 fineficis performed, and remaine (as he fayes) your 
 pawne till it be brought you. 
 Aut. I willtruft you. Walke before toward the Sea- 
 fide, goeen the righthand, I will but looke'upon the 
 
 Hedge, and follow you. 
 on Weare bleff'd, inthis man: as I may fay, even 
 blef("d. 
 
 Shep. Let’sbefore, as he bidsus + he was provided to 
 doe us good. Exeunt. 
 
 Ant. UfLhada mind to be honeft, | fee Forte would 
 not fiuffer'me: fhe drops Booties ‘in my mouth. 1 am 
 courted now with adouble eccafion: (gold,anda means 
 to doe the Prince my Mafter good 5 which, who, knowes 
 how that may turne backe to. my aduancement?) I will 
 bring thefetwo Moales, thefe blind-enes,aboord him, if 
 he thinke it fit to fheare them againe, and that the Com- 
 plaint they have tothe King, concernes himnothing, let 
 him cali me Rogue, for being fo farre officious, for 1am 
 proofe againft that Title, and what fhame elfe belongs 
 to’t : To bim will I prefentthem, there may be matter in 
 it. ts 
 
 2A us Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Panlina, Servants 
 Florizel, Perdita. 
 
 Cho, Sir, you have done enough, and have perform’d 
 A Saint-like Sorrow : No fault could you make, 
 Which you have not redeem’d ; indeed pay'd downe 
 More penitence, then done trefpas: Atthe laft 
 Doe, asthe Heavens have done; forget your evill, 
 With them, forgive your felfe. 
 
 Leo. Whileft I remember é 
 Her and her Vertues, I cannot forget 
 
 TheWnters Tale. 
 
 My blemithes in them, and fo {till thinke of co 
 The wrong I did my felfe : which wasfomuch, | 
 That Heire-lefle it hath made my Kingdome, and 
 Deftroy'd the fweet’t companion, that ere man 1 
 Bred his hopes out of true. cnbets 
 
 Ifone by one, you wedded all the World, es 
 
 Or from the All chat are, tooke fomethiag , oe 
 Tomakea perfed@ Woman ; fhe you kill’d, yb 
 Would be unparaliell’d. wae | 
 
 She I kil’d? Ididfo: but thon ftrik’ftme 
 Sorely, to fay I did: itis as bitter Hf ie 
 Vpon thy Tongue, as in my Thought. Now, good now, | 
 Say fo but feldome. Lig ¢ 
 
 You might have {poken a thonfand things, that would: 9} i 
 Havedone the time more benefit, and grac ar 
 Your kindneffe better. 
 
 Would have him wed againe, 
 
 You pitty not the State, nor the Remembrance: 
 Of his moft Soversigne Name : Confider little, 
 W hat Dangers, by his Highnefle faile of Iffues 
 May drop upon his Kingdome, and devoure 
 Iocertaine lookers on. What were more holy, . 
 Then to rejoyce the former Queene is well ? 
 What holyer, then for Royaltiesrepaire, 
 
 For prefent comfort, and for futuregood, 
 
 To bleffe the Bed of Majefty againe _ 
 
 Witha {weet fellow to’t? 
 
 - Left histo th’ Worthieft:. fohis Succeflor ™ 
 
 Excant. 
 
 Paul. Too true(my Lord :) 
 
 Leo. I thinkefo. Kill’d? 
 
 Cleo. Not at all, good Lady : t 
 
 Paul. You are one of thofe 
 
 Die. If youwould not fo, 
 
 Pant, There is none worthy, 
 (Refpecting her chat’s gone :) befides the Gods 
 Will have ful 4ll’n their fecret purpofes : . 
 For ha’s not the Divine Apolle faid ? 
 Ist not the tenor of his Oracle, 
 That King Leontes {hall not have an Meire, si 
 Tili his loft Child be found? ‘Which, thatit fhall, 
 Is all as monftrous toour humane reafon, 
 Asmy Aatigomu to breake his Grave, 
 And come againetome: who, onmy life, fe ca 
 Did perith with the Infant. “Tis your councell, Ba 
 My Lord fhouid to the Heavensbe centray, : 
 Oppofeagainf their wills. Care not for iflue, 
 The Crowne will find an Heire. Great Alexander 
 
 Was like to bethe beft. 
 
 Leo. Good Paslina, 
 Whohaft the memory of Hermione 
 I know in honor ; O, that ever I 
 
 | Had fquar’d me to thy councell : then, even new, 
 
 I might have look’d upon my Queenesfulleyes, , 
 Have taken Treafure trom her Lippes. 
 
 Paul, Andleftthem 
 More rich, for what they yeelded. 
 
 Leo. Thon fpeak’ft truth : oN 
 No more fuch Wives, therefore no Wife: one wore, | 
 Aud better us’d, wonld make her Sainted Spirit , 
 Againe poffeffe her Corps, and on this Stage 
 (Where we offendors now appeare)Soule-vext, 
 Ard begin, why tome; 
 
 Paul. Had fhe fuch power, 
 She had juft fuch caufe. ' 
 
 Leo. She had, and would incenfe me 
 To murther her I marryed. 
 
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Paul. Ufhouldo : 
 Were I the Ghoft that walk’d, I’d bid you marke 
 
 | Het eye, and tell mefor what dull part in’t 
 
 You chofe her :then‘Ii'd fhricke,that even your eares 
 Should rift toheare me, and the words that follow’d, 
 Should be; Remember mine. 
 
 Leo. Starres; Starres, 
 
 | And alleyeselfe, dead coales : feare thouno Wife ; 
 
 Tle have no Wife, Parliza. 
 ~ Paul. Will you fweare 
 Neverto marry, but by my freeleave? 
 Leo, Never (‘Pantlina) fo be blefs’d my Spirit. 
 Pan. Then good my Lords, beare witnefie to his Oath. 
 Clo. Youtempt him over-ninch. 
 Paul. V niefle another, 
 As like Hermione, as is her Picture, 
 Affront his.eye. - 
 Cleo. Good Madam, I have done. 
 ~ Paul, Yet if my Lord will marry » if you will, Sir; 
 No remedy but you will: Give me the oifice 
 To chnfe you a Queene : the fhail not be fo young 
 As was.your former, but fhe fhall be fuch 
 As(walk’d your fir Queenes Gholt) it fhould take joy 
 
 | Toiee her in your armes. 
 
 Leo. My true Paulina, 
 We hall not marry, till thou bidft us. 
 : Paul. That 
 
 ‘Shall be when your firft Quecne’s againe in breath : 
 
 ; Never till then. 
 
 Enter a Servant, 
 
 |. Ser, One that gives ont himfelfe Prince Florizel, 
 
 Sonne of Pelixenes, with his princefle (the 
 
 | The faireft I have yet beheld) defiresaccefle 
 | To your high prefence. : 
 
 Leo. What with him ? he comes not 
 
 _| Liketo his Fathers Greatneffe : his approach 
 | (Soout of circumfance, and faddaine) tells us, 
 
 | ’Tis not a Vifitation fram’d, but fore’d 
 
 By need, and accident. What Trayac? 
 
 |: Ser. But few, 
 
 And thofe but meane. 
 _ Leo. His Princefle (fay you) with him ? 
 Ser. 1 the moft peerelefle peece of Earth, Ithinke, 
 
 | Thar eve the Sunne thone bright on. 
 
 Phal, Oh Hermione, 
  Asevery prefent Time doth boat it fulfe 
 Abovea better, gone ; fo muft thy Grave 
 Give way to whats feenenow. Sir, you your felfe 
 Havelaid, and writfo; but your writing now 
 
 | Iscolder thenthat Theame s fhe had not beene, 
 
 Nor was not to be equali’d, thas your Verfe 
 Flow’d with her Beauty once, ‘tis threwdly ebb’, 
 To fay you have {eene a better. 
 
 _ Ser, Pardon, Madam: 
 
 The one, f have almoft forgot (your pardon :) 
 
 _| The other, when the ha’s obtain’d your Eye, 
 
 Will have your Tongue too. Thisisa Creature, 
 Would fhe begin a Sect, might quench the zeale 
 Ofall Profeflors elfe ; make Profelytes 
 
 | Ofwho the but bid follow. 
 
 ~ Pant, How ? not women? 
 
 ~ Ser. Women will love her, that theisa Woman 
 More wortlrtken any Man : Men, that the is 
 Therareft of all Women." 
 
 |< Lro. Goe Cleomines. 
 
 Your felfe (affifted with your honor’d friends) 
 
 sia oy TheWrinters Tale. 
 
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 Bring them to onr embracemerity Still cis ftrange, 
 He thus fhould @eale upon us. 
 
 Paul, Had our Prince. Bald oY 
 (Jewell of Children) {eene this houre, he had payr’d 
 Wellwiththis Lord ; there was not full'a moneth 
 Betweene their births. ; 
 
 Leo. ’Prerhce no more ; ceafesthou know ht 
 Hedyesto me againe, when talk’d-of : fure 
 When I thail {cc this Gentleman, thy {peechss 
 Will bring me'to confider that, which may = 
 Vaturnifh me of Reafon. They are come. 
 
 Enter Florizell, Perdita, Cleomires,and others, 
 Your Mother was molt true to Wedlocke, Prince; 
 For fhe did print your Royall Father off, 
 Conceiving you, .Were-I but twenty one, 
 Your Fathers Image is fo hie ia you, — 
 (His very ayre) that § fhould call you Brother, 
 AsIdid him, and {peake of fomething wildly 
 By us perforayd before. Mott dearely welcome, 
 And your faire Princefle (Geddeffe) oh : alas, 
 I loft acouple, that’twixt Heaven and Earth 
 Might thus have ftood, begetting wonder, as 
 You (gracious Conple) doe : tt inks I loft 
 (All mine owne Folly) the Society, 
 Amity too of your brave Fathers;whom 
 ( Though bearing Milery) t defire my life 
 Once more to looke on him. 
 
 Flo. By his command 
 Havel here touch’d Sici&ayand from him 
 Give you all greetings, that a King (as friend) 
 
 Can fend his Brother ; and but infirmity 
 
 ( Which waits upon worne times) hath fomething feiz’d 
 His with’d Ability, he had himilelfe : 
 
 The Landsand Waters, ‘twixt your Throne and his 
 Meafur’d, tolooke upon you; whom he loves 
 
 Exit. 
 
 {| (Hebad me fay fo ) more then all the Scepters, 
 
 And thofe that beare them , living. 
 
 Leo. Ohmy brother, 
 (Good Gentleman) the wrongs] have done thee, ftirre 
 A freth within me :and thefe thy oilices 
 (Sorarely kind ) areas Interpreters 
 Of my behind-hand flackenefle.. Welcome hither, - 
 As is the Spring toth’Barth.. And kath he teo 
 Expos'dthis Paragon toth fearetiu!] ufage 
 (Atlealtungentle ) of the dreadtill Neprane, 
 Togreeta man, not worth her paines; much leffe, 
 Thradventure of her perfon? 
 
 Flo. Good my Lord, 
 Shecame from Lidia, 
 
 Leo, Where the Warlike Smal, 
 That Noble honor’d Lord, is fear’d, and lov’d 2 
 
 Flo. Moft Royall Sir, 
 From thence : from him, whofe Daughter 
 His Teares proclaim'd his parting with her sthénce 
 (A profperous South-wind friendly ) wé have crofs’d, 
 To executethe Charge my Father gaveme, 
 For viliting your Highnefle.s My beft Traine 
 I have from your Sieiéian Shores difmifs'd ; 
 Who for Boh: miabend,tofignife : 
 Not onely my fuccefle in Libsa (fir ) 
 But my arrivall,and. my Wifes, infafety 
 Here, where we'are. 
 
 Lee. The bleffed gods 
 Purge all infection from our Ayre, while® you 
 Doe Clymate here : you havea holy Father, . 
 A gracefull Gentleman, againft whofe perfon’ 
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 (Sofacred as itis) I have done finne, 
 
 ¥ or which the Heavens (taking angry note) 
 Have left me Iffue-leffe : and your Father's blefs'd 
 (As he from Heaven merits it) with you, 
 
 Worthy hisgoodnefie. What might 1 have beenes 
 Might Ia Sonne and Daughter now have look’d on, 
 Such goodly thingsas you ? 
 
 Enter a Lord. 
 
 Lord. Mott Noble Sir, 
 
 That which I fhall report, will beare no credit, _ 
 Were not the proofe fo nigh. Pleafe you (great Sir) 
 Bohemia greets you from himfelfe, by me + 
 Defires youto attach his fonne, who ha’s 
 (His Dignity, and Duty both caft off) 
 
 Fled from his Father, from his Hopes, and with 
 A Shepheards Daughter. 
 
 Leo. Where's Bohemia? {pealce : i 
 
 Lor, Heere, in your Citty : 1 now came from him. 
 I fpeakeamazedly, and it becomes 
 My mervaile, aud my Meffage. To your Court 
 Whiles he was haftning (in the Chafe, it feemes, 
 Of this faire Couple) meets he on the way 
 The Father of this feeming Lady, and shail 
 Her Brother, having both their Country quitted, * 
 With this young Prince, 
 
 Flo. Camillo ha’sbetray’d me ; 
 
 Whofe honor, and whofe honefty till now, 
 Endur’dall Weathers. 
 
 Lord. Lay’cfo to his charge : 
 
 He’s with the King your Father. 
 
 Leo. Who? Camillo? : 
 
 Lord. Camillo (Six :) I fpake with him : who now 
 Ha’sthefe poore men in queftion. Never faw I 
 Wretches fo quake : they kneele, they kiffe the Earth ; 
 
 Forfweare them(elves as often as they {peake : 
 Bobemia (tops his cares, and threatens them 
 With divers deaths, in death. 
 
 Per, Oh my poore Father : 
 
 The Heaven fets Spyesupon us, willnot have 
 Our Contraét celebrated. 
 
 Leo. Youare marryed ? 
 
 Flo. Weare not (Sir ) nor are welike tobe: 
 The Starres (I fee) will kifle the Valleyes firit ; 
 The oddes for high and low’s alike. 
 
 Lee. My Lord, ; 
 
 Is this the Daughter of a King ? 
 
 Flo. Sheis, 
 
 When once fhe is my Wife. 
 
 Leo. That once (I fee) by your good Fathers {peed, 
 Willcome-on very flowly. lam fory 
 (Moft forry) you have broken from hisliking, 
 
 Where you were ty’d in duty : andas forry, . 
 Your Choyfe is not {0 rich in Worth, as Beauty, 
 That you might well enjoy her. 
 
 Flo, Dearelooke up: 
 
 Though Fortune,vifible an Enemy, 
 
 Should chafe us, with my Father : powreno jot 
 Hath the to change our Loves. Befeech you( Sir) . 
 Remember, fince you ow’dno more to Time 
 ThenI doe now : withthought offuch Affections, 
 Step forth mine Aduocate ; at your requeft,, 
 
 My Father will grant preciousthings, as Trifles. 
 
 Which he counts buta Trifle. 
 Paul. Sir (my Liege) 
 Your eye hath toomuch youth in’e : not a moneth 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 ~\*manded out of the Chamber : onely this (me thou 
 
 Leo. Would he doe fo, I’ld beg your precious Miltris 
 
 Fore your Queene dy’d, fhe was more worth fuchgazes| 
 Then what you looke on now: : Sed ee 
 Leo. I thought of her, 
 
 Even in thefe Lookes I made. But your Petition 
 
 Is yet un-an{wer'd : 1 wili to your Father : 
 
 Your Honor not o’re-throwne by yourdefires, +“ 
 
 I am friend to them, and you: upon which Errand 
 
 I now goe toward him : therefore follow me, 
 
 And marke what way I make: Come good iny Lord, | 
 : Excunt.| — 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
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 et 
 
 Enter Antolicus, anda Gentlman, — Me er 
 
 Aut. Befeech you (Sir) were you prefent at this Re- 
 ation? . ibs 
 Gent, 1. 1 wafsby atthe opening ofthe Farthell, heard | 
 the old Shepheard deliver the manner how he found its | 
 whereupon (atter a littieamazednefie) we were ui 
 t)] 
 heard the Shepheard fay, he found the Child. » 3 ‘ 
 éut. Lwould mot gladly know the iffue of if, 
 Gen. 1, I make a broken delivery of the Bufineffe 
 bur the changes I perceived in the King,and (amello,were | 
 very Notes of admiration ; they feem’d almoft, with fta- | | 
 ring on one another, toteare the Cafes of their Eyes. | 
 There was {peech intheir dumbneffe, Language in their | 
 very gefture: they look’d asthey hed heard of a World | 
 
 ranfom'd, or ene deftroyed : a notable paffion of Won- a 
 der appeared in them:but the wifeftbeholder,that knew g 
 no more but {eeing, could not fay, if th’importance were 
 Joy, or Sorrow ; but in the extremity of the one, it muft 
 needs be. Enter another Gentleman. 
 Herecomesa Gentleman, that happily knowes more 
 The Newes, Regera. 
 
 Gen. 2, Nothing but Bonfires : the Oracle is fall's | 
 the Kings Danghter is found : fucha deale of worideris | 
 broken out within this houre, that Ballad-makers cann 1 
 beable toexpreffe it. Enter another Gentleman. — 
 Here comes the Lady Panlina’s Steward, he can deli 
 youmore. How goes itnow (Sir.) This Newes (which ; 
 
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 is cali’d true) is fo like an old Tale, that the verity of it 
 in ftrong fu{pition : Ha’sthe King found his Heire? | 
 Gen. 3. Mofttrue, if ever Truthewere pregnant by | 
 Circumftance: That which you heare, you'l f{weare 
 you {ce, there is {ach unity in’ the proofes. The Mantle 
 of Queene Hermiones ; her Iewellabout the Necke of its |. 
 the Letters of Antigonusf ound'with ie,which they know | 
 _to be his Charra@ter; the Majefty of the Creature, im | 
 refemblance of the Mother: the Affection of Noblenefle, | 
 which Nature fhewes above her Breeding, and many0> | 
 ther Evidences, proclaime her, with all certainty, tobe | 
 the Kings Daughter. Did yon feethe mecting of the twe | 
 Kings @ Via 
 Gent. 2. No. es) | 
 Gent. 3. Then have you loft a Sight which was to bee | 
 feene, cannot be {poken of. There might you have be-) 
 held one Joy crowns another,foand in {uch manner, that | 
 it feem’d Sorrow wept to take leave of them: for theit 
 loy waded inteares. There was cafting up of Byes, BO ¥ 
 ding up of hands, with Countenance of {uch diftra a 
 
 that they were to be knowneby Garment, not by Favore 
 es Our} 
 
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his found Daughter; as if that joy were now become a 
 Loffe, cryes, Ob, thy Mother, thy Mother: then askes 
 Bohemia forgiveneffe, then embraces his Sonne-in Law : 
 then againe worryes he his Daughter,with clipping her. 
 Now hethanks the old Shepheard ( which ftands by,like 
 a Weather-bitten Conduit, of many Kings Reignes.) I 
 never beard of {ach another Encounter;which lames Re- 
 port to follow it, and undo’s defcription to doe it. 
 
 Gen.2. What, pray you, became of Amtigonss, that 
 carryed hence the Child? oe 
 
 Gent.3- Likeanold Tale ftill, which will have matter 
 
 to rehearfe, though Credit be afleepe, and not an eare o- 
 
 ; he was torne to pieces witha Beare; This avouches 
 
 the Shepheards Sonne,who ha’s not onely his Innocence 
 
 (which feemes much) co juftifie him, but a hand-ker- 
 chiefe and Rings of his, that ‘Paslina kno wes. 
 
 Gent.1, What became of his Barke, and his Follow- 
 erse 
 
 Gent.3. Wrackt the fame inflant of their Mafters 
 death, and‘in the view of the SH Mheard: fo thacall the 
 Inftruments which ay dedto expofé the Child, were even 
 thenloft,when it was found. But ohthe Noble Combat, 
 that *twixt Ioy and Sorrow wasfoughtin Paulina, She 
 had one Eyedeclin’d for the lofle of her Husband, ano- 
 ther elevated, thatthe Oracle was fulfill’d: She lifted the 
 Princeffe fem the Earth,and to lockes her in embracing 
 asif the would pin her to her heart, that fhe might no 
 more be in danger of lufing. 
 
 Gent. 1. The Dignity ot this At was worth the au- 
 
 diecce of Kingsand Princes, for by {uch was it acted. 
 | Gent. 3. One of the prettyelt touches of ail, and that 
 
 which angl'd for mine Eyes (caught the Water, though 
 hot the Fith) was,when at the Relation of the Queenes 
 death (with the manner how fhe cate to’t,bravely con- 
 fefs'd, and lamented by the King) how: attentiveneffe 
 | wounded his Daughter, till (from one figne of dolonr to 
 another ) fhe did (withan 4/4) | wouid faine fay, bleed 
 Teares ; for I am fure, wy heart wept blood. Whowas 
 | moft Marble, there changed colour : fome fv ownded, all 
 forrowed ; ifa!l the World could have f{een’t, the Woe 
 had beene univerfall. 
 
 Gent.1, Are they. returned tothe Court? 
 
 Gent.3. No: ThePrincefic hearing of her Mothers 
 Statue (which is inthe keeping of Paw/sma) a Peece many 
 yeeres in doing,and now newly perform’d, by that rare 
 Italian Mafter, Julio Romano who (had he himfelfeeter- 
 
 nity, andcould put Breath into his Worke) would be- 
 guile Nature of her Cuftotne,fo perfectly he is her Ape: 
 He foneere to Hermione, hathdone Hermione, that they 
 fay one would fpeake to her,and ftand in: hope of anfwer. 
 Thither (with all greedinefle of atfection) are they gone, 
 
 -andthere they intend to Sup. , 
 
 Gent. 2. Ithought fhe had fome great matter there in 
 
 | hand, for the hath privately, twice or thrice a day, ever 
  fince the death of Hermione,vifited that removed houfe. 
 
 Shall we 
 
 cing ¢ 
 
 thither, and with our company peecethe rejoy- 
 Gent. T ¢ Who 
 
 would be thence, that ha’s the benefit 
 
 | of Acceffe? every winke of an Eye, fome new Grace 
 
 Will be borne: our Abfence makesus unthrifty to our 
 Knowledge: Let's along. . © Beit, 
 Aut, Now (badI notthe dath of my. former life’ in 
 
 4 me) would Preferment drop on my. head» [brought the 
 _ | old man and his Sonneaboord the the Pritice ; told him, 1 
 } heard them talke of a Farthell,and I know not what: bug 
 
 The Winters Tale. 
 
 ) Our King being ready to leape out of himfelfe, for joy of 
 
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 heat that time over-fond of the Shepheards daughter (fo 
 e then tooke her to be) who began to be much Sea-fick, 
 and himfelfe lictlebetter, extremity of Weather conti- 
 huing, this Myftery remained undifcover’d. But ’tisall 
 One tome: for had I beene the finder-out of this fecret, 
 it would not have rellifh’d among my other diferedits, 
 Enter Shepheard; and Clowne. 
 Here come thofe Ihave done good to: againft my will, 
 rome already appearing in the bloffomes of their For- 
 Shep. Come boy, Lam ‘paft more Children: but thy 
 Sonnes and Daughters wiilbeall Gentlemen borne. 
 Clown. You are well met (Sir;) you deny'd to fight 
 with me this ocher day, becaufe I was no Gentleman 
 borne. See you thefe Clothes? fay you feethem not, 
 and thinke me {till no Gentleman borne: You were beft 
 fay thefe Robes are not Gentlemen borne. Give me the 
 Lye: doe: and try whether lam not now a Gentleman 
 borne. 
 eut. I know you are now (Sir) a Gentleman borne. 
 Clow.},and have beene fo any time thefe foure houres, 
 Shep. And {o havel,Boy. 
 Clow. Se you have : but I wasa Gentleman bornebe- 
 fore my Father; forthe Kings Sonnetooke mé by the 
 hand, and cali’dme brother ; and then the two Kings 
 call’d my Father brother : and thet the Prince (my bro- 
 ther)and the Princeffe( my Sifter )call’d my father;father; 
 and fo we wept : and there wasthe firft Gentleman-like 
 teares that ever we fhed. 
 Shep. We may live (Sonne) to fhed many more. 
 Cle. I For elie twere hard lucke, being in fo prepofte- 
 rous eftate as we are. 
 Awt.. 1 humbly befeech you (Sir) to pardon me all the 
 faults I have committed to your Worfhip, and to give 
 me your good report to the Prince my Matter. 
 Shep. ’Prethee Sonne doe : for we muft be gentle,now 
 we are Gentlemen, e 
 Clow, Thou wilt amend thy life ? 
 ext, I,anditlike your good W orthip. 
 Clow. Give me thy hand: I will {weare to thePrince, 
 thou art as honeft a true Fellow as any isin Bohemia, 
 Shep. You may fay it, buenot {weare it. 
 Clow. Not{weare it, now I am a Gentleman? Let 
 Boores and Francklins fay it, He {weare it. 
 Shep. How if it be falfe (Sonne?) 
 (tom, fit be ne’re fo falfe , a' true Gentleman’ may 
 
 {weareit, inthe behalfe of his friend ':’And Tle {weare to - 
 
 the Prince, thou afta tall Fellow of thy hands, and that 
 thou wilt not be dyunke ; but I know thou art no tall fel- 
 low of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunke: but He 
 {weare it, and I would thou would’ft bea tall Felow of 
 
 thy hands. ~ ; 
 Aut. I will provefo (Sir) to my power. 
 
 Clo. 1, by any meanes prove 4 ta'l Fellow: if doe not | 
 
 wonder how thou dar’{t venture to be drunke,not Being 
 atall Fellow,truttme not.Harke,the Kingsand the Prin- | 
 ces (our Kindred are going to {ee the Queeti¢s Picture. 
 Come, follow us : we'll be thy good Maiter: (Expiint. 
 
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 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Plorizell, Perdita, Camillo, 
 Panlina ; Hernsione (lke a Statue?) Lords, ec. 
 
 Leo. O grave and g00d Pavlina, the great comfort 
 
 That Thave had ofthee?- a StEH SH RO 
 
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 Paul, What (Soveragine Sir) ; 
 I did noé well, I meant well ; all my Services 
 You have pay'd home. But chat you have vouchfat 4 
 ( With your Crown’ d Brother, and thefe your contrate 
 Heires of your kingdomes) my poore Houfe to vifits 
 It is afurplus of your Grace, which never 
 My life may laft to anfwer- 
 
 Ler, O‘Panlisa, 
 We honor you with tronble + but we came 
 To fee the Statue of our Queene. Your Gallery 
 Have wepafs'd through, not without much content 
 In many fingularities ; but we faw not 
 That whichmy Daughter came to looke upon, 
 The Statue of her Mother. 
 
 Paul. As the liv’'dpeereleffe, 
 
 So her dead likeneffe I doo well beleeve 
 Excells what ever yet youlook’d upons : 
 Or hand of Man hath done: therefore I keepe st 
 Lovely, apart. But here it is: prepare 
 
 | To feethe Life as lively moek’d, as ever 
 
 Still Sleepe mock’ddeath : behold, and fay ‘tis well. 
 
 1 like your filence, it the more fhewes off 3 
 
 Your wonder : but yet fpeake, firft you (my Liege) 
 
 Comes it not fomething necre ? 
 Leo. Her naturall Polture. H 
 
 Chide me (deare Stone) that I may fay indeed 
 
 Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art fhe, 
 
 {n thy not chiding: for fhe was as.tender 
 
 As infancy,and Grace. But yet ( Paslina) 
 
 Hermione was not fo much wrinckled, noahiggy 
 
 So aged as this {eemes. el sy 
 Pol. Ob, not by much. a) 
 ‘Paul, So much the more ous Carvers excellences** 
 
 Which lets goe-by fome fixteene yeeres, and makes her 
 
 As'‘fhe liv’d now. Pac. f 
 Leo, As now the might have done, 
 
 | So much t.my good comfort, as it is 
 
 Now piercing tomy Soule. Oh, thus fhe flood, 
 Even with fuch Life of Majefty (warme Life, 
 Asnow it coldly ttands ) when firft I woo'd her. 
 T amafham'd ; Do’s not the Stone rebuke me, 
 For being more Stone then it? Oh Royall Peece : 
 There's Magicke in thy Majefty, whictvha’s 
 My evils conjur’d to, remembrance sand 
 
 | From thy admiring Danghter tooke the Spirits, 
 
 Standing like Stone with thee; 
 Perd, Andigiveme leave, 
 Anddoe not fay “tis Superftition, that 
 Ikneele, and then implore her-Bleffing. Lady, — 
 Deere Queene, that ended. when but began; 
 
 ‘| Givemethat handiof yours, tokiffe. 
 
 Paul. O, patience : 
 
 | The Statue is but newly. fix’d ;the Colour's . 
 
 .. Cam, My, Lord, your Sorrow: was too fore lay’d-on, 
 
 | Which fixteene Winters cannotblow away, 
 
 Somany Sununers dry :{caree.any 1o 
 Putee fo long live ;.no Sottowe - 
 But kili'd ic (elfe much fooner. 
 Pol. Deere my Brother, ‘ 
 Let him, that wasthé canfe of this, have powre 
 -To takeoff fo much griefe from you; as he 
 Will pcece.up inthim{elfe, . : 
 ‘Paul. Indeed my Lord, 
 
 pg bad thong thefighoof my poore Image, © .«. 
 
 Would thus 
 
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 ave wrought you (for the Stoneis; mine) 
 
 Il’d not have fhew’d it. ; 
 Lro. Doenot drawthe Curtainee 
 Paul. No jonger thall you gaze on't, leaft your Fancy 
 
 May thinke anon, it movess nk 
 Leo. Let be, let be. . 
 
 Would I were dead, but that me thinkes a ; 
 
 "(What was he that did make it ? ) See (my Lor 
 
 Would you not deeme it breath’d?and that thofe veines 
 Did verily beare blood ? : 
 Pol, Mafterly done. i 
 The very Life feemes warme upon her Lippes 
 Leos The fixure of her Eye ha’s motionin ¢. 
 As we are mock’d with Art. 
 Paul. \le draw the Curtaine : 
 My Lord’s almott {o farre tranfported, that 
 Hee'll thinke anon it lives: 
 Leo. Ohfweet Paulina, 
 Make me to thinke fotwenty yceres together 
 No fetled Sences of the World can match 
 The pleafure of that mgdneffe. Let’taloné: 
 Pant. 1 amforry @)f) I have thus farte ftir’d yousbat 
 I couldaffli& youtarther. 
 Leo. Doe Paulina: 
 For this Affii@tion ha’s a tafte as{weet 
 Asany Cordiall comfort. Still methinkes ie 
 There isanayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell | 
 Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mocke me, 
 For I will kiffe her, 
 Paul. Good me Lord forbeare ; 
 The riddinefle upon her Lippe, is Wet : 
 You'll marre it, if you kiffe it ; ftaine your owne 
 With Oyly Painting : fhall Idraw the Curtaine? 
 Lee, No: not theferwenty yeeres. 
 Perd. So long could I 
 Stand by,a looker-on. 
 Paul, Either forbeare, 
 Quit prefently the Chappell, or refolve you 
 For more amazement ; if you can behold it, 
 Ile make the Statue move indeed ; defcend, 
 And take you by the hand : but then you'll thinke 
 (Which I proteft againft) I am affifted 
 By wicked Powers. 
 Leo. What you can make her doe, 
 Iam content to looke on : what to {peake, 
 Iam content to heare : for *tisas eafie 
 Tomake her {peake, as move. 
 Pant, Itisrequir'd 
 You doe awake your Faith : then, all ftand ftill: 
 On :thofe that thinke it is unlawfull Bufinfle 
 T am about, let them depart. 
 Lee. Proceed : 
 No foot fhall ftirre. 
 ~ Panl, Muficke ; awake her : Strike: 
 ’Tis time: defcend : be Stoneno more: approach: 
 Strike all thatlooke ypon with mervaile : Come 
 He fill your Grave up : flirre : nay, ,come away : pe 
 Bequeath to Death your numnefle: (for from him, — | 
 Deare Life redeemes you) you perceive fhe ftirres : 
 Start not: her Actions fhallbe holy, as 
 You heare my fpell is lawfull : doe not fhun her, - 
 Yntill you fee her dyeagaine ; for then 
 Yow kill her double: Nay, prefent your hand : 
 When fhe was young, you weo'd her : now, inage, 
 Isfhe become the Suiter? 
 » Leo. Oh the’s warme: 
 If this be Magicke, let itbe an Art 
 
Lawfullas Eating. 
 
 Pol, She embraces him. 
 
 Cam. She hangs about his necke, 
 | If the pertaineto life, let her {peake too. 
 
 Pol. I,and make it manifeft where fhe ha’s liv’d, 
 Or how ftolne from the dead ? 
 
 Paul, That theisliving, 
 Wereit but told you, fhould be hooted at 
 Like an old Tale: but itappearesfhelives, 
 Though yet fhe {peake not. Marke little while ; 
 Pleafe you to interpofe (faire Madam) kneele, 
 And pray your Mothers bleffing ; turne good Lady, 
 Our Perditais found. 
 
 Her. You godslooke downe, 
 And from your facred Viols poure your graces 
 Vpon my daughtershead : Tell me (mine owne) 
 Where haft thou bin preferv’d? Where liv’d?How found 
 Thy Fathers Court ? For thou fhalt heare that I 
 Knowing by Paslina, that the Oracle 
 | Gave hope thou waft inbeing, have preferv’d 
 My felfe, to fee the iffue. _ 
 
 Pant. There’s time enough forwhat; 
 Leaft they defire (upon this puth ) to trouble 
 Your joyes, with like Relation. Goe together 
 | Youprecious winners all : your exultation 
 
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 Eontes, King of Sicilia, 
 
 (Mamillus, yong Prince of Sicilide 
 Camillo, 
 eAntigonus.& 
 | (leomues. 
 | Dion. : 
 | Hermione, Queene to Leontes. 
 
 | Perdita, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. 
 
 | Paulina, wifeto Antigonus. 
 
 Foure. 
 
 Lords of Sicilia, 
 
 The Winters Tale. . 
 
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 Partake to every one: I (an old Turtle) 
 Wiil wing me tofome wither’d bough, and there 
 My Mate (that’s never to be found againe) 
 Lament, till I am loft. 
 
 Leo. O peace Pasitina: 
 Thou fhouldit a husband take by my confent, 
 As Iby thine a Wife. Thisisa Match, 
 And made betweene’s by Vowes. Thon haft found mine, 
 But how, isto be queftion'd : for I faw her 
 (As Ithought) dead :and have (in vaine) faid many 
 ‘A prayer upon hergrave. Iie not feeke farre 
 (For him, I partly know his minde) to find thee 
 An honourable husband. Come Camillo, 
 And take her by the hand: whofe worth, and honefty 
 Is richly noted: and heere juftified 
 By Vs, apaire of Kings. Let’s from this place. 
 What? looke upon my Brother ; both your pardons, 
 That ere I put betweene your holy lookes 
 My ill fufpition: This your Son-in-law, 
 And Sonne unto the King, whom heavens directing 
 Istroth-plight to your daughter. Good Pankina, 
 Leade us from hence, where we may leyfurely 
 Each one demand, and anfwer to his part 
 Perform ‘d in this wide gap of Tinte. fince firlt 
 
 Wewerediflever’d . Haftily leade away. Exeunt. 
 
 The Names of the Actors. 
 
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 * Emilia,a Lady. 
 Polxenes, King of Bohemia. 
 Lorizell, Prince of Bohemia, 
 Old Shepheard, reputed Father of Perditas 
 Clowne his Sonne, 
 eAutolicus,a Rogue. 
 Archidamus,a Lord of Bohemia. 
 
 | Other Lords, and Gentlemen, and Servants. 
 
 Shepheards, and Shepheardde(fes. 
 
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 : Enter King Iohn, Qucene Elinor, Pembroke, E, ffex and Sa- 
 
 | labury, with the Chattylion of France. 
 
 | King Iobn. 
 ;% Ow fay (hattillion, what would France with us? 
 | Chat. Thus (after grecting){peakes the King 
 i of France. 
 | In my behaviour to the Majefty, 
 | the borrowed Majelty of England heere. 
 | lea, A ftrange beginning : borrowed Majefty ? 
 * Kiag ob. Silence (good mother) heare the Embaffie. 
 Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalfe 
 thy deceafed brother, Geffreyesfonne,. 
 | eArthar Plantaginet, layes moft lawfull claime 
 Othis faire land, and the Territories : 
 To /reland, Poyétiers, Anjowe Lorayne, Maine, 
 Defiring thee tolay afide the hort 
 Which {wayes vfurpingly thefe feverall titles, 
 And put the fame into yong 4rthurs hand, 
 Thy Nephew, andright royall Soveraigne. 
 King lob. Whatfollowes if we difallow of this ? 
 Chap. The proud controle of fierceand blondy warre, 
 Tointorcetheferights, fo forcibly withheld. 
 | XK. ob. Here have we war for war,& bloud for bloud, 
 | Controlement for controlement : foanfwer France. 
 | Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth, 
 | The fartheft limit of my Embaffic. 
 | King Iobn, Beare mine to him, andfo depart in peace, 
 } Be thou aslightning in the eyes of France ; 
 ‘orere thou canft report, I will be there > 
 ‘he thunder of my Cannon fhall be heard. 
 Sohence: bethou the trumpet of our wrath, 
 And fiulien prefage of your owne decay : 
 | Anhonorableconduct let him have, 
 Pembroke looke toot: farewell (battillion. 
 
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 Exet Chat. and Pem. . 
 
 _ &e, What now my fonne, have Inotever {aid 
 
 ow that ambitious (onftaxce would not ceafe 
 eTill the had kindled France and all the world, 
 
 Vpon the right aad party of herfonne? » 
 
 This might have beene prevented, and made whole 
 
 With very eafic arguments of love, 
 
 | Which how the mannage of two kingdomes muft 
 
 With fearefall bloudy iffze arbitrate. 
 
 _K, lobn: Our ftrong poffelfion, and our right for us, 
 ili. Your {trong potle(fion much more than your right 
 elfeit muft goe wrong with you andme, 
 much my conftience whifpers in your care 
 
 Which none but heaven, and you, and T, fhall heare; 
 Exter a Sheriffe. ; 
 Effex. My Leige, here is the {trangeit controverfie 
 Come from the Country to be judg’d by you 
 ThatereI heard: thall J produce the men? 
 K. Iohw, Let them approach : ¥ 
 Our Abbies and our Priories fhall pay 
 This expeditiong charge. W hat menare you? 
 Enter Robert Faulconbridge, and Philip. 
 Philip, Your faithfull fubje@,1 a Gentleman, 
 Borne in Northamptoufbire, and eldeft {onne 
 AsI fuppofe, to Paulcanbridge, 
 A Souldier by the Honor-giving-hand 
 Of Cordelion Knighted in the field. 
 K. Iobn.. What artthou ? 
 Robert. The fonand heireto that fame Fawhconbridge. . 
 K. Iobn. 1s thatthe elder, and art thou the heyre 2 
 Youcamenot of one mother then it feemes. 
 Philip. Moftcertaine of onemother, mighty King, 
 That is well knowne, and as I thinke one father : 
 But for the certaine knowledge of that truth, 
 I put you o’reto heaven, and to my mother ; 
 Of that I doubt, asall menschildren may. 
 £4; Out onthee rude man,thoa doft thame thy mother, 
 And wound her honor with this difidence. 
 Phil. I Madame? No, I have no reafon for it, 
 That is my brothersplea, and none of mine, 
 The which ifhe can prove, a pops me out, 
 At leaft from faire five hundred pound a yeere : 
 Heaven guard my mothershonor, and my Land. 
 K. Jobs. A good blunt fellow : why being yonger borne 
 Doth helay claime tothine inheritance ? 
 Phil, I know not why, exccptto get the land ; 
 
 ‘| Butonce he flandered me with baftardy : 
 
 But where I be as true begot or no, 
 That ftill I lay upon my mothers head, 
 Butthat I am.as well begot my Leige 
 
 | (Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me) 
 
 Compare our faces, and be judge your {elfe 
 
 If old Sir Robert did beget us both, 
 
 And were our father, and this founelike him 
 
 Oold Sir Redert father ,on my knee 
 
 I give heaven thankes I was tiot like to thee. 
 K. lohn. Why what amad-cap bath heaven lentus here? 
 Elen. He hatha tricke of Cordeltons face, 
 
 _ The accent of his tongue affecteth him : 
 
 Do you notreade fome tokens of my fonne 
 
 In the large compofition of this man ? 
 
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K John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, 
 And finds them perfect Richard : firra fpeake, 
 What doth move you to claime yout brothers land ? 
 
 Philip. Becaufe he hatha halfe face like my father, 
 With halfe thar face would he have all my Lands 
 A halfe-fac’d groat,five hundred poundayeare? 
 
 Reb, My gracious Leige, when that my father liv'd, 
 “Yourtbrother did imploy my. father much. 
 
 Phil. Well fir,by this you cannot get my land; 
 Your tale muft bz how be imploi’d my mother. 
 
 Rob, Andoncedifpatch’d him inan Embafiie 
 To Germany, there with the Emperor 
 To treat of high affaires touching that times 
 Th advantage of his abfence tooke the King; 
 
 And in the meane time fojourn’dat my fathers 5 
 Where-how he did prevaile, 1 fhame to {peake = 
 But truth is truth, large lengths of {eas and fhores 
 Betweene my father, and my mother lay, 
 
 As [have heard my father {peake himfelte 
 
 When this fame luity Gentleman was gots 
 Vponhis death bed he by will bequeath'd 
 
 His lands tome, andtooke it on his death 
 
 .That this my mothers fonne was none of his ; 
 And if hewere, he came into the world 
 
 Full fourteene weekes before the courfe of time ¢ 
 Then goed my Liedge let me have what is mine, 
 My fathers land, as was my fathers will. 
 
 K. Iobn. Sirra, your brother is Legictimate, 
 Your fathers wite did after wedlocke beare him « 
 And if fhe did play falfe, the fault was hers, 
 Which fault lyes on the hazzards ofall husbands 
 That marry wives: tell me, how ifmy brother 
 ‘Whoasyou fay, tooke paines to get this fonne, 
 Had of your father claim’d this fonne for his, 
 Infooth, good friend, your father might have kept 
 
 This Calfe, bred from his Cow from all the world : 
 Infooth he might: then if he were my brothers, 
 Mybrother might not claime him, nor your father 
 Being none of his, refufe him : this concludes, 
 __ | My mothers fonne did get your fathers heire, 
 
 | Your fathers heire mult have your fathers land. 
 
 Rob. Shall then my fathers Will be of no force, 
 To difpofleffe that child which is not his ? 
 
 Phil, Of no more force to difpofleffe me Sir, 
 
 " Then was his willto get me,as 1 thinke. 
 
 EG. Whether hadi thou rather be a Fanlconbridge, 
 And like thy brother to injoy thy land : 
 
 Or the reputed fonne of C ordelion, 
 Lord ofthy prefence, and no lind befide. 
 
 Baft. Madam, and if my brother bad my fhape 
 And I had bis, Sir Roberts hislike him, 
 
 And if my legs were two {uch riding reds, 
 My armes, fuch ecle-skins ftuft, my face fo thin, 
 That in mine eare I durft not ftickea rofe, 
 
 And to his fhape were heire to all this land, . - 
 Would I might never ftirre from off this place, 
 I would givest every foot to have this face: 
 
 I would not be fir nobte in any cafes 
 
 Bequeath thy landtohim, and follow me? - 
 Iam a fouldier, and now bound to France. 
 
 Nour face hath got five hundred pound a yeere, 
 
 ét fell your face for five pence and “tis deeres 
 Madame, ile follow you unto the death. 
 
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 Left men fhould{ay, looke where three farthings goes, 
 
 Eli. Tlike thee well ; wilt thou forfake thy fortunne, 
 
 Baft. Brother, take you my land, Ie take my chance ; 
 
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 Ek. Nay, I would have you goe before methither; — 
 Baft.. Our Country manners giue our betters way. | 
 K. John. What isthy name ? 
 Baft. Philip my Liege, to ismy name begun, 
 Philip, good old Sir Roberts wives eldeft fonnes 
 K. lobn. From henceforth beare hisname 
 Whofe forme thou beareft : 
 Kneele thou downe Philip, but rife more great, 
 Arife Sir Richard, and Plantagénet. hi 
 Baft. Brother by th’mothers fide, give me your hand, — 
 My father gave me honor, yours gave land, | 
 Now bleffed be the houre by night or day 
 When I was got, Sir Robert was aways 
 Ele. The very {pirit of Plantagenet : 
 Iam thy grandame Richard, call me fo. a 
 Baft. Madam by chance, but not by truth, what! 
 Something about a little from theright, —~ 
 In at the window, or elfe ore the hatehi: oa 
 Who dares not ftirreby day, mutt walke by night, 
 And have is have how ever men doecatch: 
 Neere or farre off, well wonne is {till well thot, 
 And I am I, how ere I wasbegot. 
 K. ob. Goe Fanlconbridge, now haft thouthy a 
 A landleffe Knight, makes thee a landed Squire + 
 Come Madam, and come Richard, we mult {peed 
 For France, tor France, for itis more then needs 
 Baft. Brother adieu, good fortune come to 
 
 For thon waft goti’th way of honefty. 
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 Bast. A foot of honor better then I was, 
 
 But many a many foot of Land the worfe. 
 Well, now can I make any Joanea Lady; 
 Good denne Sit Réchard, Godamercy fellow, 
 And if hisname be George, ile call him Peter 5 
 For new made honor doth forget mens names + 
 "Tistoo refpective, and too fociable 
 For your converfion, now yourtraveller, 
 He and his tooth-picke at my worfhips meffe, 
 And when my knightly ftomacke isfuitis’d, 
 Why then i fucke my teeth, and catechize 
 My picked man of Countries ; my deare firs 
 Thusleaning on mine elbuw I begin, 
 I fhall befeech you ; that isqueftionnow, 
 And then comes anfwer like an Abfey bookes 
 O fir, fayes anfwer, at your beft command, 
 At your employment , at your fervice fir : 
 No fir, fayes queftion ,I {weet fir at yours, ‘ 
 And fo ereanfwer knowes what queftion would,\ 
 Saving in Dialogue of Complement, 
 And talking of the Alpes and Appenines, 
 The Pyrennean andthe river Pee, ' 
 
 It drawes toward {upper in conclufion fo. 
 
 But this is worfhipfall fociety, 
 
 And fits the mounting fpitit like my felfe; _ 
 
 For he is but a baftard to the time 
 
 That doth not {moake of obfervation, 
 
 And fo am I whether I fmacke or no: 
 
 And notalone in habit and device, 
 
 Exterior forme, outward accoutrement ; 
 
 But from the inward motion to deliver 
 
 Sweet, {weet, {weet poyfon for the ages tooth, 
 Which though I will not practice to deceive, 
 
 Yet toavoyd deceit I meane to learne ; 
 
 For it thall ftrew the footiteps of my rifing : 
 
 But whocomes infuch hatte inriding robes? . 
 
; : 3 | The Lifeand Death of King John, 
 
 _ | What woman pott isthis? hath the no husband 
 
 _} That will take painesto blow a horne before her ? 
 -O me, tis my mother : how now good Lady, 
 
 _} What brings you here to Court fo haftily ? 
 
 Enter Lady Faulcoubridge, and Lames Gurney. 
 
 Lady. Where isthat {lave thy brother ? where is he ? 
 That holds in chafe mine honor up and downe: 
 Bast. My brother Robert, old Six Roberts{onne : 
 } (elbrandthe Gyant, that fame mighty man, 
 | sit Sir Rreberts fonne that you fecke fo ? 
 Lady. Sir Roberts fonne, I thou unreverend boy, 
 Sir Roberts fonne ? why fcorn’ftthon at Sir Robert? 
 is Sir Roberts fonne, and fo art thotte 
 Baft, lames Gourney, wilt thou giveus leave a while ? 
 Goar, Good leave good Philip. 
 Baft. Philip, {parcow, lames, 
 There’s toyes abroad, anon ile tell thee more. 
 ot Exit lames. 
 fadame, I was not old Sir Roberts fonne, 
 Robert might have eate his part in me 
 + } Vpon good Friday, and neere broke his faft : 
 | | Sit Roberecould doe well, marry to confefle 
 ‘Could get me,Sir Robert could not doc it ; 
 & | Weknow his handy-worke, thereforegood mother 
 } fowhom am I beholding for thefe limmes ? 
 Robert never holpe to make this legge. 
 Lady. Haltthouconfpired withthy brother too, 
 at for thine owne gaine fhouldft defend mine honor ? 
 hat meanes this {Corne, thou moft untoward knave ? 
 Bat. Knight, knight good mother, Bafilifco-like « 
 What, I am dub’d, I have it on my fhoulder : a 
 But mother, 1am not Sir Roberts fonne, 
 ve difclaim’d Sir Robert and my land, 
 gitimation, name, and all is gone ; 
 0 good my mother, let me know my father, 
 € proper man I hope, who was it mother ? 
 uday. Haft thou denied thy felfe a Fanlconbridge ? 
 aft. As faithfully as 1 deny the devill. 
 dj. King Richard Cordelion was thy father, 
 } Sylong and vehement furit I wasfedue'd 
 Tomake roome for him in my husbands bed ; 
 | Heaven lay not my trangreffion to my charge, 
 ‘That art the iffue of my deere offence 
 | Which was {0 ftrongly urg’d paft my defence. 
  Baft. Now by thislight were I to get againe, 
 adame I would not witha better father : 
 ne fines doe beare their priviledge on earth, 
 | | And fo doth yours : your fault, was not you folly , 
 +} Needs mutt you lay your heartat his difpofe, 
 Subjected tribute tocommanding love, 
 | Againft whofe fury and unmatched force, 
 | theawleffe Lioncouldnot wage the fight, 
 | f Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand : 
 | Hethat perforce robs Lions of their hearts, 
 “May eafily winnea womans : aye my mother, 
 +} With all my heart 1 thanke thee for my father : 
 | Who livesand dares but fay, thoudidft not well 
 When I was got, ile fend hisfouleto hell. 
 Come Lady 1 will thew thee to my kine, 
 ‘And they fhallfay, when Richard mebegot, _ 
 ‘Ifthou hadft faid him nay, it had beene fine ; 
 Who fayes it was, he lyes, I fay twas not. 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter before Angiers, Philip K; ing of France, Lewin, Dani- 
 phin, Anftria, Conftance, e4rthur, 
 
 Lewis. Before eAngiers well met brave Austria, 
 efrthur that great forerunner of thy bloud, 
 Richard that rob’d the Lionof his heart, 
 
 And fought the holy Warres in Paleftine, 
 
 By this brave Duke came early to his grave : 
 
 And foramendsto his pofterity, 
 
 At ourimportance hither is he come, 
 
 To {pread his colours boy, inthy behalfe; 
 
 And to rebuke the ufiarpation 
 
 Ofthy unnaturall Vale, Englith Zohn, : 
 
 Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither: 
 4rth. God fhalt forgive you (ordelions death 
 
 The rather, thatyou give his off-fpring life, 
 
 Shadowing their right under your wings of warre 3 
 
 I give you welcome with a powerleffe hand, 
 
 But with a heart full of unftained love, 
 
 Welcome beferethe gates of Angiers Duke. 
 
 Lewis. A noble boy, who would not doe thee right ? 
 
 Axft. Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zealous kiffe, 
 As feale to this indenture of my love : 
 
 Thatto my home! will no moreretnrne 
 Till Avgiers, and the right thou haft in France, 
 Together with that pale, that white-fac’d fhore, 
 
 ‘Whofe foot {purnes backe the Oceans roaring tides;, 
 
 And coopes from other lands her Tlanders, 
 Even till that Exg/and hedg’d in with the maine, 
 That Water-walled Bulwarke, ftill fecure 
 
 And confident ftom forraine purpofés, 
 
 } Even tillthat utmoft corner of the Weft 
 
 Salute thee for her King, till then faire boy 
 Will I notthinke of home, but follow Armes, 
 
 (on. O take his mothers thankes,a widdows thankes, 
 Till your ftrong hand fhall helpe to give him ftrength, 
 To inakeamorerequitall to your love. +, 
 
 Auft. The peace of heavenis theirs that lift their fwords 
 In fucha juft and charitable warre.. 3 
 
 King. Well,then to worke our Cannon fhall be bent 
 Againit the browes of this refitting towne, 
 
 Call for our cheefeft men of difcipline, 
 
 To cull the plots of beft advantages = 
 
 Wee’ll lay before this towne our Royall bones, 
 Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud, 
 But we will make it fabjeé to this boy. 
 
 Coxff. Stay tor an anfwer to your Embaffie, 
 
 Left unaduif’d you flaine your {words with blond: 
 My lord Chattslion may from England bring 
 That right in peace which heere.we urge in warre, 
 And then we fhall repent each drop of bloud, 
 That hot rath hafte fo indireGily fhed. 
 
 “Enter Chattilion, < : 
 
 King, Awonder Lady ; lo upon thy wifh O 4 *. 
 Our Meffenger (hattiliion isarriu'd, _ 
 What &xgland fayes, fay breifely gentlelord, 
 
 We coldly paufe for thee, Chattillion {peake.\ 
 
 (hat. Then turne your forces from this paltry fiege, 
 And ftirre them up againfta mightier taske ; ea 
 England impatient of your juft demands, 
 
 Hath put himfelfe in Armes, the adverfe windes 
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 Whofe leifure I have ftaid, have given him time 
 Toland his Legions all as foone as I: 
 
 His marchesare expedient to thistowne, 
 
 His forces ftrong, hisfouldiersconfident : 
 With himalong iscome the Mother Queene, 
 
 An Ace ftirring him to bloud andftrife, 
 Witbher her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spatne, 
 With them a Baftard of che King deceaft, 
 
 And all th’unfetled humors of the Land, 
 
 Rath, inconfiderate, fiery voluntaries, 
 
 With Ladies faces, and fierce Dragons {pleenes, 
 Have fold their fortunes at their nativehomes, _ 
 Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backes, 
 To makea hazzard of new fortuneshere : 
 
 In briefe, a braver choife of dauntleffe {pirits 
 
 Then now the Exglifh bottomes have waft o're; 
 Did never flote upon the {welling tide, 
 To doe offence and {cathe in Chriftendome : 
 
 The interruption of their churlifh drummes 
 Cuts off more circumftance, they areathand: 
 Drummes beatese 
 To parly or to fight, therefore prepare. Bs 
 Kine. How much unlook’d for, is this expedition. - 
 ‘anf By how much unexpected , by fo much 
 
 We muft awake indev our for defence, 
 
 For courage mounteth with occafion , : 
 
 Let them be welcome then, we are prepar‘de 
 
 Enter King of England, Baftard, Queene, Blanch, Pem- 
 ‘broke, and others. 
 
 K. Iohm. Peace be to France : if France in peace permit 
 Our juftand lincall entrance to our owne 5 
 If not, bleed France, aud peace afcend to heaven. 
 Whiles we Gods wrathtull agent doe correct 
 Their proud contempt that beates his peace to heaven. 
 Fran. Peace be to &xg/and, if that warre returne, 
 From France to England, there to live in peace : 
 England we love, and for that Englands fake, 
 With burden of our armor here we {weat: 
 This toyle of ours fhould bea worke of thine, 
 But thou from loving Exgdand art {6 farre, 
 That thou haft under-wrought his lawfull King, 
 Cut off the fequence of pofterity, 
 Out-faced Infant State, and done a rape 
 Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne : 
 Looke heere upon thy brother Geffreyes face, 
 Thefe eyes, thefe browes, were moulded out of his ; 
 Thislittle abftra@ doth containe that large, 
 Which died in Geffry : and the hand of tume, 
 Shall draw this breife intoas hugea volume : 
 That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne, 
 And this his fonne, Eag/and was Geffreyes cight, 
 And this is Geffreyes in the Nameof God: _ 
 How comesit then that thou art call'da King, 
 When living blood doth in thefe temples beat 
 Which owe thecrowne, that thou ore-mattereft ? 
 
 “To draw my an(wer fromthy Articles? 
 
 Tnmany breatt of {trong authority, 
 
 To looke intothe blots and ftaines of right, 
 That judge hath made me guardian to cs boy, 
 Vnder whofe warrant I impeach thy wrong, 
 And by whofe helpe I meane to chattife it. 
 
 ” Lhe Lifeand Death of K ing lohn. 
 
 T hat thou maift be a Queene, and checke the world, 
 
 As thine wastothy husband, and this boy 
 Liker in featureto his father Geffrey 
 Thenthouand Jobs, inmanners being aslike, 
 As raine to water, or devill to his damme.- 
 My boy a baftard ? by my foulel thinke 
 
 His father never was{o true begot, 
 
 It cannotbe,and ifthou wert his mother. 
 
 That would biot thee. 
 And a may catch your hide and youalone: 
 You are the Hare of whom the Proverbe goes 
 
 Whofe valour pluckes dead Lyons by the beard ; 
 Ile fmoake your skin-coat and I catch you right, 
 
 | King Lewis, determine what we thalkdoe ftrait. 
 
 C. Iébn. From whom haft thou this great commiffion 
 __ (France, 
 Fra. Fromthat fupernal judge that ftirs good thoughts 
 
 Infortunate innothing but inthee ; — 
 
 King Joh. Alacke thou doft nfurpe authority, 
 Fran. Excufe itis to beat afurping downe, 
 Queen, Who is it thoudoftcall uturper Frances 
 (onft. Let me make anfwer : thy afurping fonne, 
 Queen. Out infolent, thy baftard fhall be King, 
 
 Conf. My bed wasever to thy fonneas trae; 
 
 SSeS Se Z=..—U—C~é~=CSE i” a 
 
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 Qu. Theres agood mother boy, that blots thy fathers q 
 (Const. There’s a good grandame boy me ee 
 
 ie. 
 
 eAuft. Peace. We 
 Bast, Heare the Cryer. ; mere 
 Ausft.. Whatthe devill art thou? ie | 
 Bast. Onethat will play the devill fic with you, ~ ) 
 
 Sirra looke too’t, yfaith I will, yfaith. 
 
 Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe, 
 That did difrobe the Lyonof that robe, fi 
 
 Baf. It lyesas fightly on the backe of him 
 Asgreat Alcides fhooesupon an Affe : iti 
 But Affe, Ile take that burthen from your backe, — 
 Or lay onthat fhall make your fhoulderscrackes 
 
 Aust, What cracker is this fame that deates our 
 Withthis abundance of fuperflaous breath? 
 
 Lew. Women and fooles, breake off your: conterent 
 
 King John, thisis the very fumme of all : 
 
 England and Ireland, eArgiers,Toraine, Adaine, 
 
 In right of e-4rthur doe \ claime of thee : 
 Wiit thou refigne them, and lay downe thy Armes 
 
 Tohn. My life as foone : I dée defie thee Frances 
 Arthur of Britaine, yecld thee to my kand, 
 And out of my deere love lle give thee more, 
 Then cre the coward hand of France can winne 5 
 Submit thee boy. : 
 
 Queen, Cometo thy grandame child. 
 
 Const. Doe child, goe to it grandame child, 
 Give grandame kingdome, andit grandame will, 
 Give ita plum, a cherry, and a figge, 
 There's a good grandame. 
 
 Arthur, Good my mother peace, 
 
 I would that I were low laid in my grave, ai 
 Lam not worth this coyle that’s made for me. (weepe 
 
 Qu. Mo, His mother fhames him fo ,poore boy he 
 
 (oni. Now fhame upon you where fhe dees of 
 Hisgrandames wrongs, and not his mothers fham 
 Draws thofe heaven-moving pearles from his poor 
 Which heaven fhall take in nature of a fee: 5 
 I, with thefe Criftall beads heaven fhall be brib’'d 
 To doe him Iuftice, and revenge on you. Loe 
 
 9x. Thou monttrous flanderer of heaven, aadeattl 
 
 (onft. Thou monftrons Injurer of heaven and ear 
 Cali not me flinderer, thou and thine ufarpe 
 The Domination, Royalties, and rights ‘e 
 Of this oppreffed boy ; this isthy eldeft fonnes fonne, — 
 
| Thy finnes are vifited in this poore child, 
 _ | The Canon of the Law is laid on him, 
 | | Being bur the fecond generation 
 | Removed from thy finne-conceiving wombe.. 
 lon, Bedlam have done. 
 | | Conf. Thave butthisto fay, 
 | | That hr isnot onely plagued for her finne, 
 __ | Bat God hath made her finne and her, the plague 
 ~ | Onthis removed iffue, plagued for her, 
 __ | And with her plague her finne : his injury 
 '_ | Her injury the Beadleto her dinne, 
 _ | Allpunith’d in the perfon of this child, 
 | Andall for her, a plague upon her. 
 ~ | Qee. Thouunadvited {cold, I can produce 
 f | A Will, that barres the title of thy fonne. 
 | Conf. i who doubtsthat,a Will: a wicked will, 
 | Awomans will, acankred Grandames will. 
 |. Fran. Peace Lady ,paufe, or be more temperate, 
 "| Itillbefeemes this pretence to cry ay me 
 _ | Tothefe ill tuned repetitions : 
 _ | Some Trumpet fummon hither to the walles 
 ~ | Thefe'men of Angiers, letus heare them {peake, 
 | | Whofe title they admit ,e-4+thurs or Iokns, 
 
 \ Trumpet founds, 
 Enter a Citizen upon thewalles. 
 Citi, Who isit that hath warn’dus to the walles 2 
 (| Fran. “Tis France, for England. 
 (| John, Englandforic feife : 
 You men of Angiers, and my loving fabje@ts. 
 | _ Fran. Youloving men of Angiers, Arthurs {ubjeéts, 
 Our Trumpet call’d youtothis gentle parle. 
 | _ Zohn. For our advantage, therefore heare us firft : 
 _| Thefe fagges of France that are advanced here 
 i, | Before the eye and profpect of your Towne, 
 Have hither march’d to your endamagement. 
 he Canons have their bowels full ot wrath, 
 7 And ready mounted are they to fpit forth 
 | Their iron indignation ‘gainft your wales ; 
 ¢ | Allpreparation for a bloody fiedge 
 | And merciles proceeding, by thele French. 
 “| | Comfort yours Cities eyes, your winking gates : 
 } And but for our approch, thofe fleeping {tones, 
 .| | Thatasawafte doth girdle you about 
 } By the compulfion of their ordinance, 
 | By thistime from their fixed beds of lime 
 | Hadbeene difhabited, and wide havocke made 
 d 4 For bloody power-te ruth upon your peace. 
 | Batonthe fight of us your lawfull King, 
 | Who painefully wich much expedient march 
 ave brought acounter-checke before your gates, 
 To fave unicraich’d your Cities threatened cheekes : 
 "| Betiold the French amaz’d vouchfafe a parle, 
 "| And now infteed of butlets wrapt in fire 
 Tomakea fhaking fever in your walles, 
 They fhoore but calme words, folded up in fmoake, 
 ‘i | LOmakea faithlefie error in your eares, 
 | | Which truftaccordingly kind Citizens, 
 | Andietus in. Your King, whofe labour’d fpirits 
 3 Fore-wearied in this action of fwift fpeede, 
 | Craves harbourage within your City walles. 
 | _ Fran, When [ have faid, make anfwer to us both. 
 | | Loe in this right hand, whofe prote@ion 
 | Ismoft divinely vow’d upan the right 
 } Of him it holds, tands yong Plantagenet, 
 | Sonne to the elder Sates of this man, 
 
 The Lifeand Death of King John. 
 
 And King ore him, andall that he enjoyes: 
 
 For this downe-troden equity, we tread 
 
 In warlike march, thefe greenes before your Towne; 
 Being no further enemy to you 
 
 Then the conftraint of hofpitable zeale, 
 
 Jn the releife of this opprefled child, 
 
 Religioufly provokes. Be pleafed then - 
 
 To pay thac duty which you truely owe, 
 
 To him that owesit, namely ,this yorig Prince, 
 And then our Armes,like to a muzled Beare, 
 
 Save in afpect, hath all offence feal’d up : 
 
 Our Cannons malice vainely fhall be fpent 
 
 Againft th’inyulnerable clouds of heaven, 
 
 And witha bleffed and un-vextretire, 
 
 With unhack’d fwords, and Helmets all unbruis‘d, 
 We will beare home that lufty bloud againe, 
 Which heere we came to {pout again{t your Towne, 
 And leave your children, wives, and you in peace. 
 But if you fondly paffe our proffer’d offer, 
 
 *Tis not the rounder of your old fac’d walles, 
 
 Can hide you from our meffengers of Warre, 
 Though all thefe Englifh, and their difcipline 
 Were harbour’d in their rude circumference : 
 
 Then tell us, Shall your City call us Lord, 
 
 Inthat behalfe which we have challeng’d it? 
 
 - Or fhall we give the Gignall to our rage, 
 
 And ftalke in bloud to our poffeftion ? 
 Cité. In breife, wearethe King of Exglands fubjets, 
 For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne. 
 John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in. 
 Citi. That can we not : but he that proves the King 
 Tohim will we prove loyall, till chat time 
 Have weramm’d up our gatesagainft the world. 
 fobn. Dothnotthe Crowne of England, prove the 
 King ? 
 And ifnot ce {bring you Witnefles 
 Twice fifteene thoufand hearts of Exg/ands Lreed. 
 Baft. Baftards and elfe. 
 John, To verifie our title with their lives, 
 Fran. As many and as well borne bloods as thofe, 
 Bast. Some baftards too. 
 Fran. Stand in his face to contradi&t his claime. 
 Citi. Till you compound whofe right is worthieft, 
 We for the worthiett hold the right from both. 
 John. Then God forgive the finne of all thofé foules, 
 That to thei everlafting refidence, 
 Before the dew of evening fall fhall fleete 
 In dreadfulltriall of our Kingdomes King. 
 Fran, Amen, Amen, mount Chevalicrs to Armes. 
 “Baff. Saint George that {windg’d the Dragon, 
 
 | Ande’re fince fit?s on’s horfebacke at mine Holteffe‘dore, 
 
 Teachus fome fence. Sirrab, were I at home 
 
 _ At your den firrah, with your Lyonnefle, 
 
 I would fetan Oxe-head to your Lyons hide ; 
 And make a monfter of yon, 
 eA4uft. Peace no mores 
 Baft. O tremble: for you hearethe Lyon rore. 
 Tohn. Vp higher to the plaine, where we'l fet forth 
 Tn beft appointment all our Regiments. : 
 Balt. Speed then to take advantage of the field. 
 Fran, It fhallbe fo, and at the other hill 
 Command the rcftto fand. God and our right. Exesat, 
 Heere after excurfions, Enter the Herald of France _ 
 with Trumpets tothe gates. te 
 F. Her. Youmen of Angiers open wide your gates, — 
 And let yong e4rthar Duke of Britaine in, 
 ag Who 
 
1D BY W.PB 
 
 Who by the hand of France, this day hath made 
 Much worke forteares in many an Englifit mother, 
 W hofe fonneslye {cattered on the bleeding ground « 
 Many a widdowes husband groveling lyes, 
 Coldly embracing the difcoloured earth, 
 And victory with little loffe doth play 
 Vpon the dancing banners ofthe French, 
 Who areat hand triumphantly difplayed 
 Te enter Conquerors, andto proclaime — 
 erthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours. 
 Enter Englifo Herald with Trampet. Mee 
 E. Har. Rejoyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels; 
 King [obn, your King and &xglands, doth approach, 
 Commander of this hot malicious day, ; 
 Their Armoursthat march’d hence fo filver bright, 
 Hither returneall gilt with Frenchmens blood : » 
 There ftucke no plume in any Englifh Creft, 
 That isremoved by a ftaffe of France. 
 Our colours doe returne in thofe fame hands 
 That did difplay them when we firft marcht forth: 
 And like a jolly troope of Huntfmen come 
 Our lofty Englith, all with purpled hands, 
 Dide in the dying flaughter of their foes. _ 
 Open your gates, and givethe Victors ways _ 
 Hub. Heralds, from of our towres we might behold 
 From firftto laft, the on-fet and retyre, 
 Ofboth your Armies, whofe equality 
 By our beft eyes cannot be cenfured : (blowes : 
 Blood hath bought blond, and blowes haveanfwered . 
 Strength matcht with ftrength, and power confronted 
 Owe! 
 Bothare alike, and bothalike we like: : 
 One multprove greateft. While they weigh fo even, 
 We hold our Towne for neither : yetfor both, 
 
 Enter the two Kings with their powers, 
 at feverall doores. 
 
 Toba, France, haft thou yet more bloudto caft away ? 
 Say, fhall tHe currant of our right runne on, 
 Whofe paffage vext with thy impediment, 
 Shail leave his native channell, and ore {well 
 With courfe difturb’d even thy confining fhores, 
 Vnleffé thou let his filver Water, keepe 
 A peacefull progrefle to the Ocean. 
 
 Fran, England thou halt not fav’d one drop of blood 
 In this hot triall more than we of Frazce, 
 Ratherloft more, And by this hand I {weare 
 That fwayes the earth this Climate over-lookes, 
 Before we will lay downe our juftborne Armes, 
 Wee’l put thee dewne, ‘gainft whom thefe Armes we 
 Or adde a royall number to the dead ; (beare, 
 Gracing the icroule that tels of this warres loffe, 
 With {laughter coupled to the name of Kings, 
 
 Baft. Ha Majefty : how high thy glory towres, 
 When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire: 
 Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with ftecle, 
 The {words of fouldiers are his teeth, hisphangs, 
 And now he feafts, moufing the flefh ofmen 
 in underermin’d differences of Kings. 
 Why ftand thefe royail frontsamazed thus : 
 Cry havocke kings, backe to the ftained field 
 You equail Potents, fiery kindled {pirits, 
 Then let confufion of one part confirme 
 The others peace : till then, blowes, blood, and death. 
 John. Whole party doe the Townefimen yet admit ? 
 
 The Lifeand Death of King fohn. 
 
 | Till their foule-fearing clamours have braul’d downe - | 
 
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 Fran, Speake Citizens for England, who's your King, | 
 Hub, The King of England, when we know the King. } J] 
 Fran, Know him inus, that here holdup bis right. | 9) 
 John. In us, that are our owne great Deputy; 
 And beare poffeffion of our Perfon here, 
 Lord of our prefence Angiers, andifyou. 
 Fran. A greater powre than We deniesall this, 
 And tillit be undoubted, we doe locke 
 Our former feruple in our ftrong barr'd gates ¢ 
 Kings of our feare, untill our feares refolv’d 
 Be by fome certaine King, purg’d and depof'd. 
 Baft. By heaven, thefe {eroylesof Angiersfloutyou 7) 
 And ftand fecurely on their battelments, | (kings, | 
 As ina Theater, whence they gape and point ee 
 At your induftrious Scenes and atts of death, = 
 Your Royall prefences be rul’d by me, i" 
 Doe like the Matines of Jerufalens, 
 Be friendsa-while, and both conjoyntly bend 
 Your fharpeft Deeds of malice onthis Townes 
 By Eaft and Weft let Franceand England mount 
 Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes, 
 
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 The flinty ribbes of this contemptuous City, 
 
 Ide play inceffantly upon thefe lades, 
 
 Even till unfenced defolation 
 
 Leave them as naked as the vulgar ayre: © 
 
 That done, diflever your united ftrengths, 
 
 And part your mingled coloursorice againes 
 
 Turne face to face, and bloody point to point 3 
 
 Then ina moment Fortune fhall cull forth 
 
 Out of one fide her happy Minion, 
 
 To whom in favour fhe fhall give the day, 
 
 And kiffe him witha glorious victory : | 
 How like you this wilde counfel mighty States» ~ 
 Smackes it not fomething of the policy? / 
 
 lobn. Now by the sky thathangs above our heads, 
 
 [like it well. France, (hall we knit our powers, 
 
 And lay this Angiers even withthe ground, 
 
 Then after fight who fhall be king of it? 
 
 Baft. And ifthou halt the mettle of a King, 
 
 Being wrong’d as weare by this peevifh Townes 
 Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillery, eee 
 As we will ours, againft thefe fawey walles, = = | 
 And when that we have dafh’dthem tothe ground, | 
 Why then defie each other, and pell-mell, “ae 
 Make worke upon our félves,for heaven or hell, | 
 
 Fran. Let it be fo: fay, where will you affault ? 
 
 John. We from the Weft will fend deftruction 
 Into this Cites bofome. co 
 
 east. I from the North. 
 Fran. Our thunder from the South, :. : 
 Shall raine their drift of bullets onthis Towne, > | 
 
 Baft. O prudent difcipline! From North to Souths 
 Auftriaand Franee (hoot in eachothers mouth, 
 
 Ile ftirre them toit : come, away, away. 
 
 Hub, Heare us great Kings, vouchfafe awhile to flay : 
 And TI fhall fhew you peace, and faire-fac’d league s 
 Win youthis City without ftroke,or wound, © 
 Refcue thofe breathing lives to dye in beds, 
 
 That heere come facrifices for the field. 
 Perfever not, but heareme mighty Kings. - a 
 
 John, Speake on with favour, we are bent to heares | 
 
 Hub. That daughter there of Spsse, the Lady Blanch | 
 Isneere to Exgland, looke upon the yeeres mee 
 Of Lewis the Dolphin, and that lovely mayd. 
 If lufty love fhould govin queft of beauty, 
 
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The Lifeand Death of. King John. — 7 
 
 Where fhould he find it fairer, than in Blanch: 
 If zealous Love goe in fearch of vertue, 
 Where fhould he find it purer than in Blaach ? 
 ~ | If Love ambitious,fought a match of birth, 
 
 | Whofe veines bound richer bloud then Lady Blanch # 
 _| Such as fhe is,in beauty,vertue,birth, 
 Is the yong ‘Dolphin every way compleat, 
 If not compleat of fay he is not fhe, 
 And fhe againe wants nothing,to name want, 
 If want it be not,that fhe is not he : 
 He is the halfe part of a bleffed man, 
 Left to be finifhed by fuch as fhe; 
 And fhea faire divided excellence, 
 Whofe fulneffe of perfection lyes in him. 
 Otwo fuch filver Currents when they joyne, 
 | Doeglorifiethe bankesthat bound them in: _ 
 | And two uch fhores,to two fuch ftreames made one, 
 Two fuch controlling bounds fhall you be, Kings, 
 Tothefe two Princes, if you marry them : 
 This vnion thall doe more than battery can, 
 To our faft cloted gates: for atrhis match, 
 With {witter fpleene than powder canenforce, 
 | The mouth of paflage thall we fling wide ope, 
 } And give you entrance : but without this match, 
 The Sea enraged isnot halfe fo deafe, 
 Lyons more confident, Mountaines and Rocks, 
 More free from motion , no not death himfelfe 
 { In mortall fury halfe fo peremptory, 
 | As we to keepe this Citie. 
 
 Baft.. Heere’s a ftay, ' 
 
 That fhakesthe rotten carkaffe of old death 
 Out of his ragges. Here’s a large mouth indeed, 
 | That {pits forth death and mountaines,rocks,and feas, 
 q | Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons, 
 __ | As Maids-of thirteene doe of Puppi-dogs. 
 } What Cannonecre begot thisluity bloud, 
 He {peakes plaine Cannon fire,and {moake,and bounce, 
 He gives the Baftinado with histongue’: 
 Our earesare cudgel’d, nota word of his 
 But baffets better than a fift of France : 
 Zounds,|-was never fo bethumpt with words, 
 Since I firftcalid my brothers father Dad. 
 
 Old 9u.Son,lift to this conjunction, make this match, 
 Give with our Neece a dowry large enough, 
 _} For by this knot,thou fhalt fo furely tye, 
 | Thy now unfur’d affurance to the Crowne, 
 | That yon greene Boy hail have no Sunne to ripe, 
 | The bloome that promifetha mighty fruit, 
 _ | I fee a yeelding in the lookes of France : 
 ~ | Marke how they whifper,urgethem while their foules 
 | Are capeableofthisambition, - 
 | Leaft zeale now melted by the windy breath 
 Of {oft petitions, pitty and remorfe, 
 ~ | Coole and congeale againe to what it was. 
 
 ‘| Hxb, Why anfwer not the double Majefties, 
 | This friendly Treaty cf ourthreatned towne? 
 
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 To fpeake unto this Citie: what fay you? 
 John. 1f that the Dolphin there thy Princely fonne, 
 Can in this booke of beauty reade,I love : 
 Her Dowry thall weigh equall with a Queene, 
 For Angiers,and faire Toraine, Afaine,PoylHiers, 
 _ } And all that we npon this fide the Sea, 
 ¥ | (Except this Citie now by us befieg’d) 
 _ | Find liable to our Crowne and dignity, — 
 | Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich. 
 
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 Fra. Speake England firft that hath been forwardfirtt, 
 
 Intitles,honours,and promotions; 
 As fhe in- beauty education,bloud, 
 Holds hands with any Princefle of the world. 
 Fra, Whatfay ft thou Boy ? looke in the Ladies face, 
 Dol, Idoe my Lord,and in her eye I find; 
 A wonder,or a wondréus miracle, 
 The fhadow, of my felfe form’d in her eye; 
 Which being but the fhadow of your fonnes 
 Becomes a fonne,and makes your fonne a fhaddow 3 — 
 I doe proteft I never lov’d my felfe 
 Till now, infixed I beheld my felfe, 
 Drawne in the flattering table of her eye. 
 Whifpers with Blanch, 
 Baft. Drawne in the flattering table ot her eye, 
 Hang’d in the frowning wrincie of her brow, 
 And quarter’din her heart,he doth efpie 
 Himfelfe Loves traitor,this is pitty now; 
 That hang’d and drawne,and quartet’d there fhould be 
 Infucha love.fo vile a Lont as he. 
 Blan. My Vncles will in this refpectis mine, 
 If he fee oughtin you that makes him like, 
 That any thing he fee's which moves his liking, 
 I can with cafe tranflate it to my will : 
 Or ifyou will, to {peake more properly, 
 I will enforce iteaflie to my love. 
 Further I will not flatter you, my Lord, 
 That all I fee in youis worthy love, 
 Than this, that nothing doe I fee in you, 
 Though churlifh thoughts themielves fhould be your 
 Iudge, 
 That I can find, fhould merit any hate. ; 
 John. What fay thefe yong-oncs? What fay you my 
 Neece? 
 Blan. That fhe is bound in honour ftillto doe 
 What you in wifedome ftill vouchfateto fay. : 
 lobn, Speake then Prince Dolphin, can you love this 
 Lady 2 ; 
 Del, Nay aske me if I can refraine fromlove, 
 For I doc love her moft unfainedly. 
 lobn, Then doe give Volgneffen, Toraine, Maine , 
 Poyttiers,and eAwjow, thele tive Provinces’ 
 With her to thee, and this addition more, — 
 Fall thirtythoufand Markes of Englifh coyne ; 
 Philip of France, if thou be pleat’d withally 
 Command thy fonne and daughter to joyne hands, 
 Fran. It likes us well young Princes: clofe your hands. 
 Aust, And your lippes too, for Iam well aflur’d, 
 That I didfo when! was firita ffur’d. 
 Fran. Now Citizens of Angiers ope your gates, 
 Let inthat amity which you have made, 
 For at Saints A4aries Chappell prefently , 
 The rights of marriage fha!l be folemniz’d. 
 Is not the Lady Constance in this troope ? 
 I know fhe isnot for thisma:ch made np, _ 
 Her prefence would have interrupied much, 
 Where is fhe and her fonne, tellime, whe knowes ? 
 Dol, She is{ad and pafioaate at your Highnefle Tent. 
 Fran. And by my faith, this league that we have made, 
 Will give her fadneffe very littie cure : 
 Brother of England, how may we content 
 This widdow Lady ? In herright we came, 
 Which we God knowes, have turned another way, 
 To our owne vantage: 
 Tobn.. We will healeup all, 
 
 | For wee'l create yong Arthar Duke of Britaine 
 
 And Earle of Richmond, and this rich faireTowne 
 We 
 
8 The Life and Death of King lohn. 
 
 | We make him Lord of. Callthe Lady Conftance, 
 Some fpeedy Meflenger bid her repaire 
 To our folemnity : I truft we fhall, 
 (If nos fillbup the meafure of her will) 
 Yet infome meafure fatisfie her fo, 
 That we fhall ftop her exclamation. 
 Goe we as well as haft will fuffer us, 
 To thisunlook’dfor unpreparedpompe. _ _--Exewnt. 
 Baft. Mad world,mad kings, mad compofition : 
 John to {top Arthurs Title in the whole, 
 Hath willingly departed with apart, 
 And France, whofe armour Confcience buckled on, 
 Whom zeale and charity brought to the field, 
 AsGods owne fouldier , rounded in the eure, 
 With that fame purpofe-changer, that flye divel, 
 That broker , that fill breakes the pate of faith, 
 That dayly breake-vow, he that winnes of all, 
 Of kings, of beggers, old men, yong men, maids, 
 Who having no externall thing to lofe, 
 Butthe word Maid, cheats the poore Maide of that. 
 That {mooth-fac’d Gentleman, tickling commodity, 
 Commodity ,the byas of the world, 
 The world, who of it felfe is peyfed well, 
 Made to run even,upon even ground : 
 Till this advantage, this vile drawing byas, 
 This fway of motion, thiscommodity , 
 Makes it take head from all indifferency, 
 From all direction ,purpofe, courfe, intent. 
 And thisfame byas, this commodity , 
 This Bawd, this Broker, thatall-changing-world, 
 Clap’d onthe outward eye of fickle France, 
 Hath drawne himfrom his owne determin'd ayd, 
 From arefolv’d and honorable warre, 
 Toa moft bafe and vile concluded peace. 
 And why raile 1 onthis commodity ? 
 But for becaufe he hath not wooed me yet : 
 Not that I have the power toclutch my hand, 
 When his faite Angels would falute my palme, 
 But for my hand, as unattempted yet, 
 Likea poore begger, raileth on the rich, 
 Well, whiles.l. am a begger, I will raile, 
 And fay there is no finne but to be rich, 
 And being-rich, my vertuethen fhall be, 
 To fay there isno vice, but beggery : 
 Since Kings break faith upon commodity, 
 Gaine be my lord, for 1 will worfhipthee. 
 
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 Actus Secundus. 
 
 Enter Conftance, Arthur, and Salisbury. 
 
 Conft. Gone to bemarried ? Goneto fweare a peace ? 
 Falfe blood to falfe blood joyn’d. Gone tobe friends ? 
 Shall Lewishave Blaunch, and Blaunch thefe provinces > 
 Itis not fo, thou haft mifpoke, mifheard, 
 
 Be well advif‘d, tell ore thy tale againe. 
 
 It cannot be, thou do’ft but fay ’tis fo. 
 
 Itruft I may not truft thee, forthy word. 
 
 Ts but the vaine breath ofa common man : 
 
 Beleeve me, I doe not beleeve thee man, 
 
 Ihave a Kings oath to the contrary. 
 
 Thou fhalt be punifh’d for thus frighting me, 
 
 For I am ficke, and capeable of feares, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of feares, 
 A widdow, husbandles, fubject to feares, 
 A woman naturally borne to feares : 
 And though thou now confeffe thou didft but jeft 
 With my vext {pirits,{ cannot take a Truce, 
 But they will quake and trembleall this day. 
 What doft thou meane by fhaking of thy head ? 
 Why doft thou looke fo fadly on my fonne? — 
 What meanes that hand upon that breaft of thine? 
 Why holdesthine eye that lamentable rhewme, 
 Like a proud river peering ore his bounds? 
 Be thefe fad fignes confirmers of thy words ? 
 Then {peake againe, not all thy former tale, 
 But this one word, whether thy talebe true. 
 Sal. Astrueas I beleeve you thinke them falfe, 
 That give you caufe to prove my faying true. 
 Conft. Oh ifthonteach me tobeleeve this forrow, — 
 Teach thou this forrow, how to make me dye, i 
 And Iet beleefe,and life encounter fo, : 
 As doth the fury of two defperate men, 
 Whichin the very meeting fall, and dye: 
 Lewis marry Blaunch ? O boy, then where artthou? 
 France friend with England, what becomes of me? 
 Fellow be gone : I cannot brooke thy fight,. 
 This newes hath made thee a moft ugly man. 
 Sal, What other harme have I good Lady done, 
 But {poke the harme, that is by others done? 
 Coxft. Which harme within it felfe fo heynousis; © 
 As it makes harmefull all that {peake of it. i 
 Arthur. 1 doe beleech you Madame be content. 
 Con/?. If thonthat bidft me be content, wert grim 
 Vgly,and flandrousto thy Mothers wombe, 
 Fuil of unpieafing blots, and fightleffe ftaines, 
 Lame, toolith, crooked, fwart, prodigious, ie | 
 Patch’d with tonle Moles, and eye-oftending markes, ~ | ~ 
 I would not care, I then would be content, 
 For then I fhould not love thee : no, nor thou 
 Become thy great birth, nor deferve a Crownes 
 But thouart faire, and at thy birth (deere boy ) 
 Nature and Fortune joyn'd tomake thee great. 
 Of Natures gifts, thou mayft with Lillies boatt, Ps 
 And withthe halfe blowne Rofe. But Fortune,oh, | ~ 
 She iscorrupted, chang’d, and wonnefromthee, 
 Sh’adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle John, 
 And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France 
 To tread downe faire refpect of Soveraignty, 
 And made his Majefty the bawd to theirs. 
 France is a Bawd to Fortune, and king Jobn, 
 That {trumpet Fortune, that ufurping Jobn: 
 Tell me thon fellow, is not France forfworne ? 
 Envenom him with words, or get thee gone, 
 And leave thofe woes alone, which I alone 
 Am bonnd to under-beare. 
 Sal, Pardon me Madam, 
 I may not goe without yon to the kings, ; 9 
 Conf. Thou mayft,thou faale,{ will not goe with thee, oy 
 T will inftruc&t my forrowes to be proud, if 
 For greif is proud, and makes. his owner ftoope; 
 To me andto the {tate of my great greife, 
 Let kingsaffemble : for my greife’s fo great, 
 That no fupporter but the huge firme earth 
 Can hold itup : here Iand forrowes fit, 
 Here is my Throne, bid kings come bow to it. 
 
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The Life and Death of KingYohn, go 9 
 
 eA tus Tertius, Scena prima. 
 
 Enter King lobn, France ,Dolphin, Blanch, Elianor, Philip, 
 Auftria, Conftance, 
 
 Fran, ’Tistrae (faire daughter) and this blefled day, 
 Ever in France {hall be kept teftiuall : 
 Tofolemnize this day the gloriousfunne 
 Stayes in his courfe and playes the Alchymift, , 
 j Turning with {plendor of his precious eye 
 The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold 
 
 s | The yearely courfe that brings this day about, 
 | Shall never fee it, bura holy day. 
 
 (onft. Awicked day, and not a holy day. 
 
 * | Whathaththis day deferu’d? what hath it done, 
 | Thatitin golden letters fhould be fet, 
 
 | Among the high tides in the Kalender ? 
 
 | Nay, rather turne this day out of the weeke, 
 
 | Thisday of fhame, oppreflion, perjury. 
 
 || Orifit muft ftand fill, let wives with chil 
 | Pray that their burthens may not tall thisday; 
 | Left thar their hopes prodigionfly be croft : 
 _ | Bat (on this day) let Sea-men feareno wracke, 
 | No bargaines breake that are not this day made; 
 | Thisday al! things begun, come to ill end, 
 
 : | Yea, faith it felte to hollow falfhood change. 
 | Fran. By heaven Lady, you hall have nocaufe 
 
 a To curfe the faire proceedings of this day 
 _ {| Havel not pawn'd to you my Majefty 2 
 
 | Conft. Youhave beguil’d me with a counterfeit 
 __ | Rejembliag Majefty, which being touch’dand tride, 
 
 | Proves vaiuelefle; you are torfworne, forfworne, 
 | You camein Armes tofpill mine enemies bloud, 
 _ | Butnow in Armes, you itrengchen it wich yours. 
 
 | The grapling vigor,and rough frowne of Warre 
 
 | Iscold in amity, and painted peace, 
 
 | And our oppreffion had made up - his league : 
 
 __} Arme, arme, you heavens, againtt thefe perjur’d Kings; 
 _ | Awiddow cries, be husband to me (heavens) 
 
 } Ecf not the houres of this ungodly day 
 
 a 4 Weare out the dayes in peace : but ere Sun-fet, 
 __{ Set armed difcord’twixt thefe perjur'd Kings, 
 _ | Heare me; Oh, heare me, 
 
 e4uft. Lady Conftance, peace’. 
 
 | _ Conf. Warre, warre, no peace, peace istomeawarre: 
 | OLymoeges,O Auftria, thou dott fhame 
 
 _ | Thatbloudy {poile:thon flave,thou wretch,thou coward, 
 Thou little valiant, great in villany, 
 
 Thou ever ftrong ypon the flronger fide ; - 
 
 Thou Fortunes Champion, that do’ft never fight 
 
 Bat when her humourous Ladifhip is by 
 
 To teach thee fafety : thou art perjur’d too, 
 
 And footh’{t up greatnefle. W hata foole art thou, 
 
 A ramping foole, to brag, and ftamp, and {weare, 
 
 * | Vpon my party ; thoucold blouded flave, 
 
 __| Halt chounot {poke like thunder on my fide? 
 
 __ | Beene fworne my fouldier, bidding me depend 
 
 __ | Vpoa thy ftarres, thy fortune, and rhy @rength, 
 
 | And doftthou now fall over to my foes? 
 
 __ | Thou weare a Lyons hide? doff it for fhame, 
 
 And hang a Calves skin on thofe recreant limbes. 
 Aust. Othat aman fhould {pcake thofe words tome. 
 Phil, And hang a Calves skin on thofe recreantlimbes. 
 
 _ etait. Thon dar’tt not fay {fo villaine for thy life, 
 
 Phil. And hang a Calves'skin on thofe recreant limbs. 
 loba. We like pot this, thou doft forget thy felfe. 
 Enter Pandulph. 
 Fran. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope. - 
 Pav, Haile youannointed deputies of heaven ; 
 To thee King John my holy errand is ¢ 
 I Pandulph; of faire Mitlane Cardinal, 
 And from Pope Innocent the Legate heete, 
 Doe in his name religiou ly demand 
 Why thou againft the Church, our holy Mothét, 
 So wilfully doft fpurne ; and force perforce 
 Keepe Stephen Langton chofen Arshbithop 
 Of Canterbury from that holy Sea : 
 This in our forefaid holy Fathersname 
 Pope Inuocent, 1 doe demand of thee. 
 febn, What earthy nameto interrogatories 
 Can taft the free breath of a facred King ? 
 Thoucanft not (Cardinal]) devifea name 
 So flight, unworthy, and ridicplous 
 To charge me toananfiwer,as the Pope : 
 Tell him this tale, and from the month of England; 
 Adde thus much more, that no /taléan Prieft 
 Shall tythe or toll in our dominions : 
 But as we, under heaven, are fupream@head, 
 
 | So under himthat great fupremacy 
 
 Where we dee reigne, we will alone uphold 
 Withont th’afliftance of a mortall hand : 
 So tell the Pope, allreverence fet apart 
 To him and hisufirp'd authority: 
 Fran. Brother of &xgland, youblafpheme in this. 
 fobn. Though youy and all the Kings of Chriftendome 
 Are led fo groffely by this medling Prieft, 
 Dreading the curfethat money may buy out, 
 And by the merit of vilde gold, drofle, duft, 
 Purchafe corrupted pardon ofaman, 
 W hoin that {ale fels pardon from himfelfe : 
 Though you, and all the reft fo groffely led, 
 This jugling witch-craft with revenue cherith, 
 Yet I alone, alone doe me oppofe 
 
  Againft the Pope,and count his friends my foes. 
 
 Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I have, 
 Thou fhalt ftand curlt, and excommunicate, 
 
 And bleffed {hail he bethat doth revolt 
 
 From his Allegeance to an heretique, 
 
 And meritorions that! that hand be call’d, 
 
 Canonized and worfhipp’d asa Saint, 
 
 Thattakes away by any fecret courfe 
 
 Thy hatefulllife. 
 
 Const, O lawfulllericbé — 
 
 That [ haveroome with Rome tocurfea while, 
 
 Good Facher Cardinall,cry thou Amen 
 
 To my keene curfes ; for without my wrong 
 
 There is notongue'hath power tocurfe him right. 
 
 Pan. There's !awand warrant (Lady) for my curfe. 
 Const. And for mine too, when Jaw can doe no right. 
 
 Let it be lawfull, that Law barre no wrong ¢ 
 
 Law cannot give my child his kingdome heere ; 
 
 For hethac holds his kingdome, holds the law + 
 
 Therefore fince Law it felfe is perfect wrong; 
 
 How can the Law forbid my tongue to carfee 
 Pand. Philip of France. onperill of acurfe, 
 
 Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique, 
 
 And raife the power of France upon his head, 
 
 Vuleffe he doe fubmit himleiteto Rome. 
 lea Look’ftthou pale France?do notier go thiy hand. 
 (Const. Looke to that devill, left that France = 
 
 a 
 
Jo 
 
 And by difioyning hands hell lofe afoule.' ” 
 efust. King Philip, liften to the Cagdinall.’ 
 Baft. And hanga Calves-skin on his recreant limbes, 
 Auft, Well suitian; 1 muft pocketyp thefe wrongs, 
 Becaufe, 
 Baft. Your breeches belt may carry them. 
 John. Philip, what {ait thouto the Cardinalt ? 
 (Con, What fhoald he fay, but asthe Cardinal? 
 Dolph. Bethinke you father sfor the difference 
 Is purchafé ofa heavy curfe from Rome, 
 Or thelight lofle of England, for afriend 
 Forgoe the eafier. 
 Bla, That isthe curfe of Rome .:: 
 
 In likeneffeofa new untrimmed Bride. 
 Bla. The Lady Conftance fpeakes not from her faith, 
 
 But from her need. 
 Conff, Oh, if thou grant my need, 
 
 Which onely lives but by the death of faith, 
 
 That need, muft needs inferre this principle, 
 
 That faith would live againe by death of need: 
 
 O then tread dewne my need, ahd faith mounts up, 
 
 Keepe my need up,and faithistroddendowne. 
 Jobn, The kind ismoved,and anfwers notto this. 
 Const. O be remov’d from him, and anfwer well 
 e4uft. Doe fo king Phikp, hang no more in doubt. 
 
 Fran, 1 amperplextsand know not what tofay. 
 
 If thou ftand excommunicate, and curit? 
 
 | And tell me how you would beftow your felfe 
 _ This royall hand, and mine are newly knit, 
 
 ' And the conjunétion of our inward fonles 
 Married in leagne, coupled, and link’d together 
 With all religious ftrength of facred vowes: 
 Thelatett breath that gave the found of words 
 Was deepe-fworne faith, peace, amity, true love 
 Betweene our kingdomesand our royall felves, 
 And evenbefore thistrace, but new before, 
 
 No longer than we well could wath our hands, 
 Toclap this royall bargaine up of peace, : 
 Heaven knowes they were befmear’d and over-ftaind 
 With flaughters pencill ; where revenge did paint 
 _ The fearefull difference of incenfed kings: 
 And fhall thefe hands fo lately purg’d of bloud 2 
 
 So newly joyn’d in love ? fo {trong in both, 
 Vnyoke this feyfure, and this kind regreet ? 
 
 Play faft and loofe with faith ? fo jeft with heaven, 
 Make fuch unconftant children of our felves 
 Asnow againe to. {natch our palme from palme : 
 Vn-fweare faith tworne,and on the marriage bed 
 Of {miling peace to march a bloody hoaft, 
 
 And makea ryot onthe gentle brow 
 
 Of true fincerity ? O holy fir 
 
 My reverend father, let it not be fo ; 
 
 Out of your grace, devife, ordaine, impofe 
 
 Some gentle order, and then we fhall be bleft 
 
 To doe your pleafare, and continue friends. - 
 
 Pand. Allforme is formelefie,Order orderleffe, 
 
 Save what is oppofite to Englands love. 
 
 Therefore to Armes,be Champion of cur Church, 
 Or let the Church our mother breathe her curfe, 
 A mothers curfe, on her revolting fonne. 
 __ | France, thou maift hold aferpent by the tongue, 
 
 | Acafed Lion by the mortall paw, : 
 
 The Lifeand Death of K ing Toho. 
 
 ) A fafting Tyger fafer by the tooth, 
 
 Con. O Lewis, ftand faft, the devilltempts thee heere 
 
 Bat. Hang nothing buta Calves-skin moft {weet lout. 
 Pan. What canftthou fay, but will perplex thee more? 
 
 . . Fran. Good reverend father, make my perfon yours, 
 
 Than keepe in peace that hand whichthou doft hold, 
 Fran, \ may difioyne my hand, but not my faith, a, 
 Pand. So mak’ ft thou faith an enemy to faith, i 
 
 And like a civill warre fetft oath to oath, ‘ q 
 
 Thy tongueagainft thy tongue. O letthy vow "> 
 
 Firft made to heaven, firft be to heaven perform’d, q 
 
 Thatis, to bethe Champion of our Church, 4 
 
 What fince thou fwor'lt, is fworne againk thy felfe, 
 
 And may not be performed by thy felfe, 
 For that which thou haft fworne to doe amifle, 
 Isnotamiffe whenitistruelydone: 
 And being not done, where doing tends'to ill, . 
 The truth is then moft done not doing it: | 
 The better Act of purpofes miltooke, | 
 Isto miftake againe, though indirect, 4 
 Yet indirection thereby growes direct, a 
 And falfehood, falfehood cures, as fire cooles fire") 
 Within the fcorched veines of one new burn’d. og 
 It is religion that doth make vowes kept, 
 But thou haft {worne againft religion's a 
 By what thou {wear ft againft the thing thou fwear'ft; | 
 And mak’ ft an oath the furety for thy truth, oS 
 Againft an oath the troth , thou art unfure ~ 
 To {weare, fweares onely not to be forfworne, ‘ 
 Elfe what a mockery fhould it be tofweare ? i a 
 But thou doft {weare, onelyto beforfworne, 1 
 And moft forfworne, to keepe what thou doft fweare; 
 Therefore thy later vowes, againft thy firft, 
 Is in thy felferebelliontothy felfe : 
 And better conqueft never canftthou make, 
 Than arme thy conftant and thy nobler parts a 
 Againft thefe giddy loofe fugeeftions : ia 
 Vpon which better part, our prairs come in "g 
 If thou vouchfafethem. But ifnot, then know ae oy 
 The perill of our curfeslight on thee eee 
 So heavy, as thou fhalt not fhake them off mi: 
 But in de{paire, dye under their blacke weight. 
 Anuff. Rebellion, flat rebellion. 
 Baft. Wilt not be 2 Pe 
 Will nota Calves-skin ftop that mouthofthine? J 
 Daul, Father,to Armes. i 
 Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day ? 
 Againft the blood that thon haft married ? 
 ‘What, fhall our feaft be kept with flangbtered men? 
 Shall braying trumpets,and loud churlifh drums 
 Clamors ofhell, be meafures to our pompe ? 
 O husband heare me : aye, alacke, how new 
 Is husband in my mouth? even fot that name 
 Whichtill this time my tongue did neere pronounce §. 
 | Vpon my knee I beg, goenot to Armes 
 
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 | Againft mine Vncle. ; ae 
 Cont. O,upon my knee made hard with kneeling, — |” 
 I doe pray to thee, thou vertuous Daslphin, Mea 
 
 Alter not the doome fore-thought by heayen. 
 
 __ Blan. Now thall I feethy love, what motive may 
 
 Be ftronger withthee, thanthe name of wife ? 
 Conft. That which upholdeth him, thatthee upholds, 
 
 His honor, Oh thine honor, Lew thinehonor. 
 Dolph, 1 mufe your Majefty doth feeme fo cold, 
 
 When fuch profound refpeéts doe pull you on? - 
 Pand. 1 will denounce a curfe upon his head. Wee 
 Fra.Thou fhalt not need.£ngland,\ will fall fromthecs | 
 Conft. O faire retarne of banifh’d Majefty. Bhi: 
 Elea. O foule revolt of French inconitancy, 
 Eng. France,thou fhalt rue this houre within this houte. 
 
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| ‘Baft.Old Timethe clocke fetter,that bald fexton Time: 
 | Isitas he will? well then, Frazee fhall rue. 
 ; Bla. The Sun’soreca(t with bloud : faire day adieu, 
 Whichis the fide that I muft goe withall ? 
 - | Tam with both, each Army hath a hand, 
 _ | Andintheir rage, I having hold of both, 
 | They whurlea-funder, and dif{member me. 
 Husband, 1 cannot pray that thou maift winne : 
 Vancele, I needs muft pray that thou maitt lofe: 
 | | Father, 1 may not with the fortune thine : 
 | Grandam ,I will net with thy wifhesthrive : 
 _ | Who ever winnes, on that fide fhall I lofe: 
 | Affured loffe, before the match be plaid, 
 | Dolph. Lady, withme, with methy fortnie lies, 
 _. | Bla There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. 
 | Toba. Cofen,goe draw our puifance tegether, 
 | France, Yam burn’d up with inflaming wrath, 
 _ | Arage, whofe heat, hath this condition ; 
 _| That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, 
 The blood and deereft valued bloud of France, 
 3 Fran. Thy rage fhall burne thee up,and thou fhalt turne 
 | Toafhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire : 
 _ | Looke tothy felfe, thou art in jeopardy. 
 _ | John. No more then he that threats. To Armsle’ts hie. 
 oe Exeunt. 
 
 Pet cingitin eas 7 reg 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 * et larunss, Excurfiont : Enter Bastard with Auftria’s 
 i head. 
 
 Baft.. Now by my life,this day grows wondrous hot, 
 | Some ayery devil hovers io the skie, 
 _ | And pour’s downe mifchiefe. Anftrias head ly there, 
 Pr ksi Enter John, Arthur, Hubert. 
 
 | While Phikp breathes, . 
 | obn. Hubert, keepe this boy:Phiip make np, 
 4 My Mother is affailed in our Tent, 
 
 | And tane I feare. 
 "| Baf. My Lord Irefcued her. 
 
 | Her Highneffe is infafety, feare younot : 
 | Buton my Leige, for very little paines 
 
 ~ | Willbring this labour toan happy end, . 
 
 : Exit. 
 
 ay Alarms excurfions, Retreat, Enter Iohu, Eleanor, Arthur > 
 | Bafard, Hnbert, Lords, 
 
 . Toba. So thallitbe : your grace fhall ftay behind 
 ta So ftrongly guarded : Cofen, looke not fad, 
 Hl Thy Grandame loves thee,and thy Vakle will 
 
 | Asdeere be to thee, as thy father was. ieee 
 ) K Arth, Q this will make my mother die with griefe. 
 | Jobe. Cofen away fer England, hatte before, 
 _ | Andere our comming {eethou fhake the bags. 
 _ | Ofhoording Abbots, imprifoned angels 
 H | Setat liberty :the fatribs of peace 
 _| Maft by the hungry now befed upon : 
 
 P) | Ve ourcommiffion in hisutmoft force. 
 Baft. Bell, Booke,and Candle, thall not drive me backe, 
 _ | When gold and filver becks me to come on. 
 
 | Ueaveyour highnefle: Grandame, I will pray 
 
 : ee! remember to be holy) 
 i your faire fafety :fo 1 kifle your hand. 
 ie, Farewellgentle Cofen. 
 
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 if 
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 The Life and Death of King John, 
 
 That he fhall not offend your Majeftys 
 
 i 
 
 Icha. Coz, farewell. 
 - Ble. Come hetheriittle kinfman, harke,a word ; 
 John, Come hether Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, 
 We owe thee much : withinthis wallof fleth « 
 There is a foule counts thee her Creditor, 
 And with advantage meanes to pay thy love : 
 And my good friend, thy voluntary oath 
 Lives in this bofome, deerely cherifhed, 
 Give methy hand, I hada thing to fay, 
 Bat I will fit it with fome better tune. 
 By heaven Hubert, lam almoft afham’d 
 To fay what good refpect I have of thee. 
 Hxb. Tam much bounden to your Majelty. 
 toh», Good friend,thou haftno caufe ro fay fo yet, 
 But thou fhalt have: and creepe time neere fo flow, 
 Yet it fhall come, for me to doe thee good. 
 I had athing to fay, butlet it goe : 
 The Sunne is in the heaven, and the proud day, 
 Attended with the pleafures ofthe world, 
 Is all too wanton, and too full of gawdes. 
 To give meaudience ; ifthe midnight bell 
 Did with his iron tongue, and brazen mouth 
 Sound on into the drowzy race of night ; 
 If this fame werea Church-yard where we ftand, 
 And thou poffeffed with a thonfand wrongs : 
 Or if that furly fpirit melancholy — 
 Had bak’d thy bloud, and made it heavy, thicke, 
 Which elfe runnes tickling up and downe the veines, : 
 Making that idiot laughter kcep¢ mens eyes, 
 And firaine their cheekesto idlemerriment, 
 A paffion hatefull-to my purpofes ; 
 Or if that thou couldit fee me withont eyes, 
 Heare me without thine eares, and make reply 
 Withouta tongue, ufing conceit alone, 
 Without eyes, cares, and harmefull found of words ; 
 Then, in defpight ofbrooded watchfullday , 
 I would into thy bofgme ponre my thoughts : 
 But (ab) I will not, yet I love thee well, 
 And by my troth Ithinke thou lou’it me well. 
 Hub. Sowell, that what you bid me undertake, 
 Though that my death wereadjuné tomy Ac, 
 By heaven I would doe it. 
 lon, Doe not Iknow theu wouldft 2 
 Good Habert, Hubert, Hubert,throw thine eye 
 On yon young boy : Ile tell thee what my friend, 
 He isa very ferpentin! my way, 
 And wherefoere this foot of mine doth tread, 
 He.lyes before me: doft thou underftand me ? 
 Thow art his keeper. 
 Hub. And ile keepe him fo, 
 
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 John, Death. 
 
 Hub, My Lord. 
 
 John. A Grave. 
 
 Hyxb, He fhall not live. 
 
 Tobn. Enough. : = ree 
 I could be merry now, Hubert, I love thee. 
 Well, Ile not fay what I intend for thee - 
 Remember : Madam, fare you well. 
 Ile fend thofe powerso’re to your Majefty. 
 
 Ele. My bleffing goe with thee. 
 
 Toha, For England Cofen,goe. 
 
 Hubert {hallbé your man, attendon you _ 
 With all true duety : on toward Cafice, hoa. 
 
The Lifeand Death of King ohm. 
 
 Or madly vig? a baie of ae Me hes 
 : Jam not mad : too well,too we Ill feele 
 Scena Ter ide The different plague ofeach calamity. 7 Te 
 Fran. Bind up thofetrefles : O what love Tnote =" f 
 In the faire multitude of thofe her haires ; 7 dete 
 Enter Brance,Dolphin;Pandupho, A ttendants. Where but by chance a filver drop hath falne, 
 : Evento that dropten thoufand wiery fiends 
 Fra. So by a roaring Tempeft on the flood, Doe glew themlelves in fociable gricfe, 
 A whole Armado of convicted faile Like true, infeparable, faithfull loves, or 
 Is {cattered and difioyned from fellowfhip. Sticking together in calamity. wrth 
 Pand. Courageand comfort, all fhall yet goe well. Conft. To England, ifyou will. ioe 
 Fran. What can goe well, when we have runne fo ill? Fran. Bindup your haires. eee | 
 Are we not beaten? Isnot Angiers loft? +" Conft. Yesthat I will: and wherefore will Idoit? ©} 
 Arthur tane prifoner? divers deere friends flaine ?: I tore them from their bonds, and cride aloud, “am 
 And blondy England into Exg'and gone, O, that thefe hands could fo redéeme my fonne, 
 Ore-bearing mterruption {pight of France ? 1 Asthey have given thefe hayrestheir jibertys- “9 99 
 Dol. What he hathwon, that hath he fortified ; But now I envy at their liberty, “ni 
 Sohot afpeed, withfuch advice difpof'd, And willagaine commit them to their bonds, 
 Such temperate order in fo fierce a caufe, Becaufé my poore child isa prifoner.. 
 Doth want example : who hath read, or heard And father Cardinall,I have heard you fay cae 
 Of any kindred-action like to this? ___ | That we fhall fee and know our friends in heaves © | 
 Fran. Wellcould I beare that England had this praife, | Ifthat betrue, I thall feemy boy againe : vor 
 So we could finde fome patterne of our fhame. For fince the birth of (ine, the firft male-child 
 Enter (onftance. To him that did but yefterday fufpire, 
 Looke who comes here? # grave unto afoule, There was not {uch a gracious creature borne 
 Holding th’eternall {pirit againft her will, But now will Canker-forrow eate my bud, 
 Inthe vilde prifon of afflicted breath + And chafe the native beauty from his cheeke, 
 I prethee Lady goe away with me. And he willlooke as hollow as a Ghoft, 
 Conf. Lo,now:now feethe iffue of your peace. As dim and meager asan Agues fit, — 
 Fran, Patience good Lady, comfort gentle Conftance. | And fo hee’ll dye : and rifing fo againe, 
 Const. No, ldefic all countell , aliredreffe, When I fhall meet him inthe Court of heaven * 
 But that which ends alf counfell true redreffe « I fhall not know him : therefore never, never’ 
 Death, death, O'amiable; lovely death, Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more. a 
 Thou odoriferous {tench : found rottennefle, Pand. You hold too heynous a refpett of arecfe. 
 Arife forth from the conch oflafting night, | Const. He talkesto me, thatnever hada fonne. 
 Thou hate and terror toprofperity, ‘| Fyan. Youare as fotid of greefe, asof your child: | 
 And I willkiffethy deteftable bones. (oust. Greefe fils the roome up of my abfent childs J 7 
 And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty browes, Lyesin his bed, walkes up and downe withme, | 
 And ring thefe fingers withthy houthold wormes, Puts on his pretty lookes, repeates his words, ° — 
 And ftop this gap of breath with fulfome duft, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, — 
 And be a Carrion Monfter like thy felfe ; Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme 5 
 } Come, grin on me, and I willthinke thou {mil ft, Then, have Ireafon tobe fond of griefe? 
 And buffe thee as thy wife : Miferies love, Fare you well : had you fuch a lofleas I, 
 Ocome tome. I could give better comfort than yon doe. 
 Fran.O faire affliction, peace. I will not keepe this forme upon my head, 
 Conit. No, no; will not, haviag breath tocry : When there is fuch diforder in my wit: 
 Othat my toague were in the thunders mouth, © Lord, my boy, my e4rthur, my faire forties 
 T hen witha paffion I would fhake the world, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world : 
 And rowze from fleepe that fell Anatomy My widow-comfort, and my forrowescure, 
 Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce, Fran. Ufeare fome outrage, and ile foilow hers 
 Which fcornesa moderne invocation. Dol. Therets nothing in this world can make me 
 Pand. Lady, you utter madneffe, and not forrow- Life is astedious as a twice-told tale, % 
 Conft. Thouart holytobelye mefo, — ~ Vexing the dull eare of a drowfie man 5 os 
 I am not mad : this haire I teare is mine, And bitter fhame hath fpoyl'd the fweet words tafte, 
 My name 1s (onitance, 1 was Geffreyes wife, : That it yeelds nought bat fhameand bitternefles 
 Yong Arthur is my fonne, and he is loft’: Pana, Before the curing of a flrong diftafe, 
 Tam not mad, 1 would toheaven I were, Even in the inftant of repaire and health, 
 For then’tistike fhould forget my felfe : The fitis Rrongeft : evils that take leave 
 O, if Lcould, what griefe fhould I forget # On their departure, moft of all fhew evill : 
 Preach fome Philofophy to make me mad, rs What have you loft by lofing of this day? 
 And thon fhalt be Cartoniz’d (Cardinal) Dol. Alldayes of glory, joy, and happineffe. 
 For, being not mad, butfenfible of greete, Pand. If you bad won it, certainely you had. 
 My reafonable part produces reafon | No, no: when Fortune meanesto‘men moft good, — 
 How I may be deliver’d of thefé woes, Sheclookes upon them with’a threatning eye? 
 And teaches me to kill or hang my felfe : Tis ftrange tothinke'how much King /ebn hath loft” 
 If I were mad, I fhould forget my fonne, | Inthis which he accounts fo clearely wonne + — “ 
 
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| Are not you griev’d thate4rthur is his prifoner ? 
 Dol. Asbeartily as he isglad he hathhim. 
 __ Pand. Your mind isallas youthfull as your blood. 
 Now heare ine fpeake with a propheticke {pirit ; 
 For even the breath of what I meanetofpeake, - 
 Shall blow eachduft, each ftraw, cach little rub 
 Out of the path which fhall diredtly leade . 
 Thy foote to Englands Throne. And therefore marke : 
 | John hath feiz’d Arthur, and it cannot be, 
 | That whiles warme life playes in that infants veines, 
 | The mif-plac’d-Jobe fhonid entertaine an houre, 
 | One minute, aay one quiet breath of reft. 
 | | A Scepter fnatch’d with’an unruly hand, 
 | Muft beas boyfteroufly maintain’das gain'd. 
 | Andhe that fiands upona flipp’ry.place, 
 | Makes nice of no vilde hold to ftay him up’: 
 | That Jobz may ftand, then e4rthar needs mutt fall, 
 | Sobe it, for it cannot be but fo. 
 | Dot. But what fhallI gaine by yong eArshurs fall 2 
 | ..Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, 
 wi then make all the claime that e4rthur did. 
 BS al And lofe it, life and all,as e4r:har did. 
 _ | _ Pard. How greene youare,and freth in this old world? 
 _-| Jobe layes you plots: thetimes con{pire with you, . 
 | For he that {teepes his {afety in true blood, 
 | Shall finnd bat bloody fafety, and unrrue. 
 | This A@ foevilly borne thall coole the hearts 
 | OF all his people, and freeze up their zeale, 
 That none fo fmalladvantage hall ftepforth - - 
 _ | Tochecke his reigne, but they will cherith it. 
 Nonatarall exhalation in tke skie, 
 _ | No fcope of Nature, no diftemper’d day, 
 _ | Nocosnmon wind, no cuftomed event, 
 | Bat they will plucke away his naturall caufe, 
 "_}.And call them Meteors, prodigies,and fignes, 
 _ | Abbortives, prefages, and tongues of heaven, 
 "| Plainely denouncing vengeance upon Jebn. 
 |. Det. May be he wiil not touch yong Arthursiife, 
 | But hold himfelfe fafe in his prifonment. : 
 |, Paed. O Sir, when he thall heare of your approach, 
 | Wf that yong eArthur be not gone already, 
 _} Even at charnewes hedies : and then the hearts 
 _ | Ofall his people thall revolt from him, 
 | And kiffe the lippes of unacquainted change, 
 _ | And picke itrong matter of revolt, and wrath 
 _ | Outof the bloody fingers ends of Lobn, 
 | Methinkes I fee this hurley all on foot ; 
 _ | And O, what better matter breeds for you, 
 Than Thavenam’d, The baftard Falconbridge 
 _ | Asnow in England ranfacking the Church, 
 | Offending Charity : If but a dozen French 
 Were there in Armes,they would be asa Call 
 0 trainetenthoufand Englith totheir fide; 
 t,as 4 little fhow,tumbled about, iro Bod 
 | Anon becomes a Mountaine, O noble Dolphine, 
 | Go with me to the King, ‘tis wonderfull, 
 | What may be wronght out of their difcontent, 
 | Now that their foulesare topfull of offence, 
 _ | For England go; will whet on the King. 
 ean Dol.- Strong reafons makes {trong actions : let us g0, 
 It you fay I,the King will not fay no. Exenng. 
 
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 Enter Hubert and Executioners. 
 
 Hub, Heate me thefe Irons hot, and lookethou ftand 
 Within the Arras : when Htrike my foot 
 Vpon the bofome of the ground, ruth forth 
 And binde the boy, which yon fhall finde with nie 
 Faft to the chaire ! be heedfull : hence and watch. 
 
 Exec. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed. 
 
 ‘Hiab. Vocleaaly{cruples teare'not you : looke too’t. 
 
 Yong Lad come forth ; Ihave to fay with you. 
 Enter Arthur, 
 e4r Good morrow Hubert. 
 - Hub, Good morrow little Prince. 
 
 4r. As little Prince; having fo great a Title 
 To be more Prince, as may be : you are fad. 
 
 Hb. Indeed I have beene merrier, 
 
 4rt.’Mercie on me ? 
 Me thinkes no body fhould be fad but T: 
 Yet I remember, when I was in Fance, 
 Yong Gentlemen would be as fad as night 
 Onely for wantonneffe: by my Chriftendome, 
 So I were out of prifon,and kept Sheepe 
 I thould be as as merrie as theday is long : 
 And {0 I would be heere, but that I doubt 
 My Vnckle practifes more harme to me : 
 He is affraid of me, atid I of him : 
 Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes fonne ? 
 No indeed it’s not : and I would to heaven 
 Iwere your fonne, fo you would love me, Hubert; 
 
 Hub. If | talke to him, with his innocent prate 
 He will awake my mercie, which lies dead : 
 Therefore I will be fodaine,and difpatch. 
 
 4r. Are you ficke Hubert? you looke pale to day, 
 InfoothI would you were little ficke. 
 
 That I might fit all night, and watch with you. 
 Twarrant [ love you more than you do me. 
 
 Hub. His words do take poffeifion of my bofome. 
 Reade here yong Arthar.. How now foolith rheume? 
 Turning difpitious torture out of doore? ~ 
 I mutt bebreefe, leaft refolution drop 
 Out at mine eyes, in tender womanith teares: 
 
 Can you not reade it? Is‘itnot faire writ ? 
 Ar, Too fairely Hubere,for fo foulé effect, 
 Mutt you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes? 
 
 Hub. Yong Boy, mutt. 
 
 Art. And will you? 
 
 Hub. And 1 will, 
 
 Art, Have you the heart? Wher your head did but 
 
 ake, is 
 I knit my hand-kercher about your browes 
 (The beft I had,a Princefle wrought it me) 
 And I did never aske it you againe : ager: 
 And with my hand,at midnight held your head ; 
 
 Stilland:anon-cheer’d up the heavy time; - 
 Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe 3 
 Or what good love may I performe for you? 
 Mahy a poore mans fonne would haue lyen till, 
 
 And ne're have fpokea loving word to you : 
 
 But you,at your ficke fervice hada Prince : 
 
 Nay,you miay thinke my love was craftie love, 
 
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 If heaven be pleaf'd that you muft ufe me ill, 
 Why then you muft. Will you put out mine eyes? 
 Thefe eyes, that aever did ,nor never fhall 
 So much as frowne on you. 
 Hab. 1 have fworneto doe it : ‘ 
 And with hot Irons muft 1 burne them out. : 
 e4r, Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would dee it: 
 The Iron of it felfe, though heate red hot, 
 Approaching neere thefe eyes, would drinke my teares, 
 And quench this fiery indignation, 
 | Even inthe matter of mine innocence < 
 | Nay, after that ,confume away in ruft, 
 But for containing fireto harme mine eye : 
 Are you more ftubborne hard, than hammer’d Iron ? 
 Andifan Angell fhould have come to me, 
 And told me Hubert fhould put out mine eyes, 
 1 would not have beleev’d-him :notongue but Haberts. 
 Hub, Come forth: DoeasI bid youdoe. 
 e4r. O fave me Hubert, fave me: my eyes are out 
 Even with the fierce lookes of thefe bloedy men- 
 Hub. Give me the iron I fay,and bind him heere. 
 Art. Alas, whatneed you be fo boiftrous rough ? 
 T will not ftruggle, 1 will ftand ftone ftiil : 
 For heaven fake Hubert let me not be bound : 
 Nay heare me Hubert ,drive thefe men away, 
 And I will fit as quiet asa Lamb. 
 I willnot ftirre, nor wince, nor fpeakea word, 
 Nor looke upontheIronangerlys 
 Thruft but thefe men away, and Ile forgive you, 
 Whatever torment you doeputmetoo- 
 Hub. Goe ftand within: let me alone with him.) 
 Exec. Lam bet pleaf'd tobe from fucha deed. 
 Art. Alas, 1 then have chidaway my friend, 
 He hatha iternelooke, but a gentle heart : 
 Let him come backe, that hiscompaffion may 
 Give life to yours. 
 Hub, Come (Boy )prepare your felfe. 
 ert. Is there no remedy ? : 
 Hub. None, but tolofe your eyes. ; 
 Art. O heaven : that there were but amoth in yours, 
 A graine,aduft,a gnat,a wandering haire, 
 Any annoyance in that precious fente : 
 Then feeling what {mall things are boyfterous there 
 Your vilde intent muft needs feeme horrible. 
 Hub. Isthis yout promife? Go too, hold your tongue. 
 Art, Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues, 
 Mutt needs want pleading fora paire of eyes: 
 Let me not hold my tongue : let menot Hubert, 
 Or Hnbert,if you will cut eut my tongue, 
 So I may keepe mine eyes. O {pare mine eyes, 
 Though tono ufe, but ftill to looke on you. 
 Loe, by my troth, the inftrument is cold, 
 And would not harme me. 
 
 The Life and Death of King lohn. 
 
 Alithings that you fhouldufe to doe me wrong 
 Deny their office : onely you doe lacke 
 That mercy, which fierce fire, and Iron extends, 
 Creatures of note for mercy,lackingufes. 
 Hub. Well, fee to live : I will not touch thine eye, 
 Forall the Treafure that thine Vnckle owes, 
 Yet am I fworne, and I did purpofe, Boy, 
 With this fame very Iron, to burne them out: ee | 
 Art. Onow youlookelike Hubert. Allthiswhile | 
 You were difguif‘d. 
 Hub. Peace: nomore. Adieu, 
 Your Vackle muft not know but youare dead. 
 Ile fill thefe dogged Spies with falfe reports 31 
 And, pretty child, fleepe doubtlefle, and fecure, 
 That Hubert for the wealth of all the world, 
 Will not offend thee, 
 Art. O heaven ! I thanke you Hubert. 
 1, Hub. Silence, no more : goe clofely in withane. 
 Much danger doe J undergoefor thee. - Exennt, 
 
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 Enter Toby Pembroke, Salisbury, ana orler lords. 
 Jobs. Heere onceagaine we fit : ence againft crown’ 
 And look’d upon, I hope, with chearefull eyes. a 
 Pew. This once againe (but that your highneife plead) | 
 Was once fuperfluous : you were Crown’dbefore, | 
 And that high Royalty was ne’re pluck’d off : 
 The faiths of men,ne’re ftained with revolt : 
 Freth expectation troublednot the Land 
 With any long’d-for-change, or better States 
 Sal. Therefore, to be poffefl’d with double pompe, 
 To guard a Title, that was rich before ; : 
 To gild refined gold, to paint the Lilly ; 
 To throw apertume onthe Violet, 
 To fmooth the yce, or adde another hew 
 Voto the Raine-bow ; or with Taper-light 
 Tofecke the beauteous eye of heaventogarnifh, = 
 Is wattefull, and ridiculous excefle. 21 
 Pem. But that your Royallpleafuremuft bedone, | 
 This acte is as an ancient tale new told, yin 
 And, in the laft repeating, tronblefome, 
 Being urged at a time unfeafonable.’ 
 Sa’. In this the Anticke, and weil noted face» 
 Of plaine old forme, is much disfigured, 
 And like a fhifted winde untoa faile, 
 It makes the courfe of thoughts to fetch rbout, 
 Startles, and frights confideration : oa. ee 
 Makes found opinion ficke, and truth fafpected, a q 
 
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 Hub, 1 can heateit, boy. 
 
 Art, No,in good footh : the fireis dead with griefe, 
 Being create for comfort, to beuf’d, 
 Inundeferved extreames : See elfe your felfe, 
 
 There is no malice in this burning cole, 
 The breath of heaven, hath blowne his fpirit out, 
 And ftrew’d repentant afhes on his head. 
 Hub. But with my breath] can reviue it Boy. 
 4rt. And if you doe, you will but make it blufh, 
 And glow with fhame of your proceedings, Hubert : 
 Nay, it perchance will {parkle in your eyes 
 And, like a dogge that is compell’d to fight, 
 Snatch at his Matter that doth tarve him on; 
 
 For putting on fonew a fafhion’d robe. Mie 
 Pem, When workemen ftriveto doe better thay wel; | 
 
 They doe confound their skill in: covetonfnefie, it 
 
 And oftentimes excufing gf a fault, bate 
 
 Doth make the faultthe worfe by th’exenfe 
 
 As patches fet upon alittle breach, 
 
 Difcredite more in hiding of the fault, z 
 
 Than didthe fault before it wasfo patch’d, 9) | 
 Sal. Tothis effect, before you werenew crowna | | 
 
 We breath’d our Councell : but it pleal’d Pe highnefle | 
 
 To over-beare it,and we areall well pleaf'd, 
 
 Since all, and every part of what we would 
 
 Doth makea ftand, at what your highneffe will, 
 
| Tob. Some reafons of thisdouble Coronation 
 
 ___ | Toall our forrowes,and ere long I doubt. 
 
 | Thave pofleft you with, and thinkethem ftrong.* - ~ 
 
 _And more, more ftrong; then ieffe is my feate 
 I thallindue you with : Meane time, but aske 
 What you would havereform’d; that is not well; 
 
 ‘| And well thajl you perceive, how willingly 
 
 I will both heare, aad grant you your requetts: 
 Pem. Then, as onethacam the tongue of theft 
 To found the purpofes of all their hearts, 
 Both for my felfe, and them : but chiefe of all 
 Your fafety : forthe which, my felfe and them 
 Bend their belt ftudies, heartily requeft - 
 | Thinfranchifementof e4rther, whofe'reftraint 
 | Doth movethe murmuring lips of difcontent - 
 To breake into this dangerous argument. 
 } If what in reft you have, inright you hold; 
 | Why then your feares, which(asthey fay)attend 
 | The fteppes of wrong, fhould move you tomew up 
 } Your tendéy kinfman,and to choake his dayes 
 } With barbarousignorance, and deny his youth 
 The rich advantage of good exercife, 
 | That the times enemies may not have this 
 To grace occafions : let it be our faite, 
 | That you havebid usaskehis liberty, 
 | Which for our goods, we doe no further aske, 
 | Than, whereupon our weale on you depending, 
 Counts it yeur weale’: he have his liberty. 
 Enter Hubert. 
 Joln. Let it be fo : 1 doe commut his youth 
 To your direction ; Huberr, what neweswith you? ~ 
 Pem. This isthe man fiould doe the bloody deed’: 
 He fhew’d his warrant to a friend of mine, 
 The image of a wicked heynons fault 
 Lives in his eye : that clofeafpect of his, 
 Doe fhew the mood ofa much troubled bréaft, 
 And I doe fearefully beieeve ’tis done, 
 
 ~ | What we fofear’d he had a chargeto doe, 
 
 Sal. The colour of the King doth come, and goe, | 
 
 | Betweene his purpofe and his con{cience, 
 
 1 Like Heralds twixttwo dreadful bartailes fet : 
 
 __ | Hispaifion is fo ripe, itneeds muft breake. 
 
 Pem. And when it breakes, I feare will iffue thence 
 The foule corruption of a fweetchilds death. 
 
 | John. We cannot hold mortalities ftrong hand. 
 
 | Good lords, alchough my will to give,isliving, 
 
 } The fuite which you demand is gone, and dead. 
 
 | Hetelsus Arthur isdeceat’d to night. 
 
 | Sal. Indeed we fear'd his fickaetfe was paft cure. 
 Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was, 
 
 Beforethe child himfelfe felt he was ficke ; 
 
 This muft be anfwer’d either heere, or hence. 
 Tohn, Why doe you bend fuch folemne browes on me ? 
 
 | Thinke youl bearethe Shecres of deftiny 2 
 
 Have I commandement on the pulfe of life ? 
 Sal, It isapparant foule-play,and ’tis (hame 
 That greatneffe fhould fo groffely offer it ; 
 So thrive it in your game, and fo farewell. 
 Pem, Stay yet (lord Salsbury) le goewith thee, 
 And find th’inheritance of this poore child, 
 | His little kingdome ofa torced grave. 
 That blood which ow’d the bredth of all thistle, 
 ‘Three foot of it doth hold ; bad world the while + 
 This muft not be thus borne, this will breake out 
 Exeunt. 
 John. They burnein indignation: 1 repent : Enter Adef: 
 There is no fare foundation fet on blood : 
 
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 No certaine lifeatchien’d by others death : 
 A fearefulleyethou haft, Where is’that blood; 
 That I have feene inhabite inthofe cheekes ? 
 So foulea skie; cleeres not withouta ftorme, 
 Poure downe thy weather ; how goeSallin France? 
 Me. From France to England, never fuch a powre 
 For any forraigne preparation, °°" 
 Was levied in the body of a land. 
 The Copy of your fpeed is learn’d yee : 
 For when you fhould béetold they doe prepare, 
 The tydinigs comes, that they are all'arrin’ds O° 
 Joh, Oh where hath our intelligence beene drunke a 
 Where hathit flept ? Where is my Mothers care'’# °* 
 That fuch an Army could be drawen in France, > 
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 Mef. My Leige, her eare © | 9899 290 
 Is ftopt with duft: thefirt of pill dide 
 Your noble mother’ 4hd'as ¥hearé, my. lord, 
 ‘The Lady Constancein’a'frenize dide*') 9 
 Three dayes before #but this from Rumors tongue 
 Tidely heard : iftrue, or falfe I know not. 
 John, ‘Withhold thy {peed , dyeadfull occafion 
 O make a league with ine,’ till I have pleaf‘d 
 My difcontented Peéres.. What ? Mother dead? : 
 How wildely theri walkes my Eftate'in France? 
 Vader whofe conduct came thofe powers of France, 
 That thou for truth giv ft outare landed heere ? 
 Mef, Vader the Dolphin. 
 Enter Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret, 
 Tobn, Thou haft made me giddy 
 With thefeill tydings Now ? Whatfayes the world, 
 To your proctedings ? De not feeke to ftuffe 
 My head with more ilinewes : for it is full: 
 Bast. Butif yon béafeard toheare the work; 
 Then Jet the worftanheard, fallon your-head. _ 
 John. Beare with me Cofen, for wasamazd 
 Vnder the tide ; burnow I breath againe - 
 Aloft the flood, and can’ give audience 
 To any tongue; {peake it of what it will. 
 Bast. How I have{ped among the Glergy men; 
 The fummes I have collected fhall expreffe : 
 But as I travail’d hithér through the land, 
 I find the people ftrangely fantafied, 
 Poffeft with rumers, full of idle dreames, 
 Not knowing what they feare, but fuli of feare. 
 And here’sa Prophet that I bronght with me 
 From forth the ftreets.of Pomfret, whom I found 
 With many hundreds treading on his heeles : 
 To whom he fang intrude harth founding rimes, 
 That ere the next Afcenfion day at noone, 
 Your highneffe fhould deliver up your Crowne. 
 Job; Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didft thoufo ? 
 Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fallout fo. 
 Toh, Hubert away with him : imprifon him, , 
 And on that day at noone, whereon he fayes 
 I fhall yeeld ap my Crowne, let him be hang’ds 
 Deliver himtofafety; and returne, 
 For I mutt ufe thee. O my gentle Cofen; « ; 
 Hear’ft thou thenewes abroad, who arearriud? 
 Bast. The French (my lord) mens mouths are fil of it: 
 Befides I met lord Bigor, and lord Salubury 
 Witheyesasred as new enkindled fire, 
 Andothers more, goingto feeke the grave 
 Of e4rthur, whom they fay is-kill'd to night, on your 
 jJobn. Gentle kinfman, goe™ (fuggeftion. 
 And thruft thy felfeinto ser Companies, 
 2 
 
I havea way to winne their loves againe : 
 Bring them before me. 
 Bast. T will feeke them out. : ' 
 John, Nay, but make hafte ; the better foot before. 
 O, let me have no fubjects enemies, 
 | Whenadverfe Forreyners affright my. Townes 
 | With dreadfuil pompe of ftout invafion. 
 Be Mercury, fet featherstothy heeles,  , 
 _ And flye (like thought) from them, to mic againe. ay 
 Baft. The {pirit of the time fhall teach me {peed East, 
 John, Spoke likea fprightfull Noble Gentlemans 
 | Goe after him: for he perhaps fhall need 
 _ Some Meffenger betwixt me, and the Peeress 
 | Andbe thou he.” .. [ub 
 Mef. With all my heart, my Liege. 
 John. My mother dead ? 
 Guar Bore pu 0 
 Hub. My lord, they fay five Moones were icenc t 
 Foure fixed and the fe did whirle about (night: 
 The ovher foure, in. wondrous motion. 
 Tohn, Five Moones? 5. oe 
 Hub. Old men, and Beldames, in the ftreets 
 , Doe prophefie upon it dangeroufly 3. , 
 ' Yong 4rshurs death iscommon in their mouths, 
 _ And when they. talke of him, they fhake their heads, 
 : And whifper one another in the care. 
 . And he that fpeakes, doth gripe the hearers wrift, 
 » Whilft he that heares, makes fearefull action - 
 With wrinkled browes, with nods, with rolling eyes. 
 ) I faw a Smith ftand with his hammer (thus) 
 ' The whilft hisIrondid onthe Anvilecoole, 
 _ With open mouth {wallowing a Taylors newes, 
 _ Who with his Sheeres, and Meafure in his hand, 
 ‘1 Standing on flippers, which his nimble hatte 
 | Had falfely chruft upon contrary feete, 
 _ Told of 4 many thoufand warlike French, 
 | That were embattailed, and rank’d in Kent. 
 . Another leane, unwafh'd Artificer, 
 ' Cuts off histale, and talkes of rzburs death. 
 Toh. Why feek’ft thonto poffefle me with thefe feares? 
 Why urgeft thon fo oft yong Arthurs death? 
 Thy han¢hath murdred him : 1 had a mighty caufe 
 To with him dead, butthou ‘hadft none to kill him, 
 H.No had (my lord?) why, did you not provoke me? 
 Jobs. It isthecarfe of Kings, to be attended 
 By flaves, that take their humors for a warrant, 
 Tobreake the bloody honfe of life, 
 And on the winking of Authority 
 Tounderftand a Law ; to know the meaning 
 _ Of dangerous Majelty, when perchance it frownes 
 More upon eh ci advif'd refpect. 
 Hab. Heereisyour hand and Seale for what I did. 
 Joh, Ob,when the laft accompt twixt heaven and earth 
 | Is tobe made,then fhall this hand and Seale 
 | Wirnefle againft usto damnation. 
 How oft the fight of meanesto doe ill deeds, 
 Make deeds ill done? Had’ftnotthon beene by, 
 A fellow by the hand of Nature mark’d, 
 Quoted; and fign’d to doea deed of fhame, 
 This murther had not come into my mind. 
 But taking note of thy abhorr’d Afped, 
 Finding thee fit for bloody villany: 
 Apt, liable to be employ’d npr ie 
 I faintly broke withthee of Arthars death ; 
 And thou, to be endeered toa King, 
 Madcit no confcience to deftroy a Prince. 
 
 The Lifeand Death of K ing ohn. 
 
 | Oh mac, my Vnckles {pirit is inthefe ftones, 
 Heaventake my foule, and England keepe my bones, Dits | 
 
 Hab. My lord. C kege 
 Tob. Had’ {tthou but fhooke thy head,or made panfe 
 When I fpakedarkely, what I purpofed : 
 Or turn’d an eye of doubtupon my face; 
 As bid metell my tale in exprefle words : Ry 
 Deepe fhame had ftruck me dumbe, made me breake off, 
 And thofe thy feares, might have wrought feares in me, 
 But, thou didft underftand me by my fignes, 
 And didft in fignes againe parley with finne, 
 Yea, without ftop, didftlet thy heart confent, 
 And confequently, thyrude hand to atte 
 The deed, which both our tongues held vild to name 
 Out of my fight, and never feeme more : 
 My Noblesleaveme,and my Stateis braved, 
 Even at my gates, with rankes of forraigne powses; 
 Nay, inthe body ofthis flefhly Land, 
 This kingdome, this Confine of blood, antl breathe 
 Holtility, and civill tumult reignes 
 Betweene my confcience, and my Cofins death. 
 
 Hwb, Arme you againit your other enemies: 
 
 Ile make a peace betweene your foule, and you; 
 Yong Arthur isalive : This hand of mine 
 
 Is yet a maiden, and an innocent hand, 
 
 Not painted with the Crimfon {pots of blood: 
 Within this bofome, never entred yet 
 
 The dreadful! motion ofa murderous th ought; 
 And you have flander'd Nature in my forme, 
 Which howfoever rude exteriorly, 
 
 Is yet the cover of a fayrer mind, 
 
 Than to be butcher. of aninnocent child. 
 
 Tokn. Doth Arthw live? O hat thee to the Peres, 
 Throw this report on their incenfed rage, 
 And make them tame to their obedience. 
 
 Forgive the Comment that my paflion made 
 Vpon thy feature, for my rage wasblind, 
 And foule immaginary eyes of blood 
 Prefented thee more hideous thanthon art. 
 Oh, anfwer not ; butto my Cloffet bring, 
 The angry Lords, with all expedient haft, 
 
 I conjure thee but flowly : mn more faft. Exennt, 
 
 Scena Tertia, 
 
 Enter Arthur on the wales. 
 
 Art, The wallis high, and yet will I leape downe. 
 Good ground be pitiful}, and burt me not: ; 
 There’s few or none doe know me, ifthey did, 
 This Ship-boyes{emblance hath difguifd me quite. 
 I am afraides and yet Ile venture it, 
 
 If I get downe, and doe not breake my limbes, 
 Ile find a thoutand fhifts to get away ; 
 As good to dye, and goe ; as dye, and ftay. 
 
 Enter Pembrook:,and Salisbury , and Bigot. 
 
 Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Sdnsondsbury, 
 It is our fafety, and we muft embrace 
 This gentle offer of the perilloustime. 
 
 Pem. Who brought that Letter from the Cardinal? 
 
 Sal. The Count Afeloone, aNoble lord of France, 
 Whofe private with me ofthe Dolphines love, 
 Is much more gengrall, than thef¢ lines import. 
 
 : Biget.| 
 
| Doth lay it open tourge on revenge. 
 
 | Or doe you almoft thinke, although you fee, 
 
 _ | That youdoefee? could shought, withonc this objec 
 _ | Formefuch another ? this is the very top, 
 
 ~ | The heighth, the Creft ; or Creft unto the Creft 
 
 | Of murthers Armes : this is the bloodieft fhame, 
 
 | The wildeft Savagery, the vildeft ftroke 
 
 | That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or flaring rage 
 
 | Prefented to the teares of foft remior{e. r 
 
 tt Sal. Oh be is bold, and bluthes not atdeath: 
 | Avant thou hatefiull villaine, get thee gone. 
 
 *| Sal. Mutt I rob the Law. 
 | Bast. Your fword is bright fir, put it up againe. 
 | Sal. NottillI theath it ina murtherers skin. 
 
 Big. To morrow morning let_us meete him then. 
 Sal. Or rather then fet forward, For twill be 
 Two long dayes journey (lords) or eré we mecte. 
 nter Baftard. 
 Baft. Once more co day well met, diftemper’dlords, 
 
 The King by me requefts your prefence ftraight. 
 
 Sal, The King hath difpoffelt himfelfe of us, 
 We willn ot lyne his thin-beftainedclake 
 
 | Wich our pure Honors: nor attend the foote 
 
 That leaves the priat of blood where ere it walkes. 
 
 Returne, and tell him fo: we know the worft. —_(beft. 
 Baft, What ere you thinke,good words I thinke were 
 Sal.Our greifes; and not our manners reafon now. 
 Saft, But chere is little reafon in your griefe. 
 
 | Therfore ’twere reafon you had manners now, 
 
 Pem. Sir, fir, impatience hath his priviledge, 
 
 Baft. “Tistruc, to hurc his matter, no man elfe. 
 
 Sal, This is the prifon ; What is he lyes heere ? 
 P.Oh death made proud with pure and princely beuty, 
 
 I Whe garth bad ant hiole ta hide “hic aces. 
 
 Sa!. Murther,as hating what hifelfe hath done, 
 
 Big. Or when he doomd this beauty to a grave, | - 
 Fouad it too precious Princely, for a grave. 
 Sat. Sir Richard, what thinke you ? you have beheld, 
 Or have you read, or heard, or could you thinke ? 
 
 Pem, Allmurthers paft, doe ftand excuf*d inthis : 
 
 | And thisfo fole, and fo unmatcheable, 
 
 | Shall givea holineffe, a purity, 
 
 { Tothe yet unbegotten finne of times ; 
 
 _{ And prove a deadly blood-fhed, buta jeft, 
 | Exampled by this heynous {peétacle. 
 
 Bast. It tsa damned , anda bloody worke, 
 
 | The graceleffe action of a heavy hand, 
 | Tfthat it be the worke of any hand. 
 
 Sal, If that it be the worke of any hand ? 
 We hada kind of light, what would enfue : 
 Ttis the fhamefull worke of Huberts hand, 
 The practice, and the purpofe of the King : 
 From whofe obedience I forbid my foule, 
 Kneeling before this ruine of fweet life, 
 And breathing to his breathleffe excellence 
 The incenfe of a Vow,a holy Vow : 
 Never to taftethe pleatures of the world, 
 Never to be infected with delight, 
 
 Nor converfant with Eafe, and idleneffe x 
 
 a Till T have feta glory to this hand, 
 _| By giving it the worthip of Revenge. 
 
 Pems.Big. Ous foules religionfly confirme thy words. 
 “= Enter Hubert 
 uo. Lords, I am hot with hafte, in fecki ou 
 bur doth live, the King hath fent for ve a 
 
 ab. 1am no villaine. 
 
 Among the thornes, and dangers of this world, 
 
 : T be Life and Death of King Yohn. 1y 
 ARIAS el lene GED Se 
 
 Hxb. Stand backe lord Sal{bury, ftand backe I fay 
 By heaven, I thinke my fword’sas fharpe as yours. 
 I would not have yati (lord) forget your felfe, 
 Nor tempt the danger of my true deferice ; 
 Leaft I by marking of your rage, forget 
 Your Worth, your Greatneffe, and Nobility. 
 Big. Out dunghill ; dar’ft thon brave a Nobleman > 
 Hub, Not for miy life : but yet I dare defend 
 My innocent life againift an Emperor: 
 Sal. Thou arta Murtherer. 
 Hub, Doe nor proveme fo: 
 Yet Iam none. Whole tongue fo ere fpeakes falle; 
 Not truly {peakes ¢ who fpeakes not truly, Lies; 
 Pem. Cut him to peeces. 
 Baf. Keepe the peace, T fay. 
 Sal. Stand by, or I fhall gaul yoia Pawlconbridges 
 Ba. Thon wer'e better ganl the divel, Salsbury. 
 Tf thou but frowhe én me; or ftirre thy foote, 
 Or teach thy hafty fpleerie to doe me fhamme, 
 lle ftrike thee dead. Put up thy fword betime, 
 Or Ile fo maule you, and your tofting- Iron, 
 That you fhall thinke the divel is come from hell. 
 Big. What wilt thou doe, renowned Fanlconbridge? 
 Seconda Villaine, and a Murtherer 3 | 
 Aub. Lord Bigot, lam none. 
 Big, Whokill’d this Prince? 
 Hub, ’Tis not an houre fince I left him well : 
 Thonour’d him, Tov’d him, and will weepe 
 My date of life out, for his {weet lives loffe. 
 Sal, Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes, 
 For villanieis not without uch rheume, 
 And he, long traded in it, makes it feeme 
 Like Rivers of remorfe and innocency. 
 Away with me,all you whofe foules abhorre 
 Th'uncleanely favour of a flaughter-houle, 
 For Lam ftifled with this {mell of fione, 
 Big. Away, toward Bary, to the Dolphin there. 
 P. There tell the King,he may inguire us out. Ex.Lords, 
 Ba, Here’sa good world:knew you of this faire worke? 
 Beyond the infinite and boundlefle reach of mercy, 
 (If thou didft this deed of death) are thoudamn’d Huderr. 
 Hub. Doe but heare me fir. 
 Baft. Ha? Ile tell thee what, 
 Thou’st damn’d asblacke,n ay nothing is fo blacke, 
 Thou art more deepe dam n’d than Prince Lucifer. 
 There is not yet fo ugly a fiend of hell 
 As thou fhalt be, if thoudidft kill this child. 
 Hub. Vpon my foule. 
 © Baft, If thoudidft but confent 
 To this moft crnell A& : doe but defpaise, 
 And ifthou want’ft a Cord, the fmalleft thred 
 That ever Spider twifted from her wombe 
 Will ferve to ftrangle thee : A ruth will bea beame 
 To hang theeon. Or wouldft thou drowne thy felfe, 
 Put but alittle water in afpoone; 
 And it fhall be asall the Ocean, 
 Enonghto ftifle {uch a villaine up. 
 I doe fufpeé thee very greivoufly. F 
 Hib. If Tina, content, or finne of thought, 
 Be guilty of the ftealing that {weet breath 
 Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, j 
 Let hell want painesenoughtotoftureme: 
 T left him well, 
 Bast, Goe, beare him in thine armes : 
 Tam amaz‘d me thinkes, and loofe my way 
 
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 The Life and Death of KingYohn. © 
 
 Bo ee ee 
 
 How eafie doft thou take all England up, 
 
 From forth this morcell of dead Royalty ? 
 The life, the right, and truth of all this Realme 
 Is fled to heaven : and Exgland now is left 
 
 To tugand {camble, and to part by th’teeth 
 The unowed interelt of proud fwelling State : 
 Now for the bare-pickt bone of Majelty, 
 
 Doth dogged warre briftle hisangry creft, 
 And {narleth inthe gentle eyes of peace : 
 
 Now Powers from home, and difcontents at home 
 | Mect in one line ; and vaft confufion waites 
 Asdotha Ravenona ficke-falne beaft, 
 
 The imminent decay of wrefted pompe- 
 Now happy he, whofe cloake and center can 
 Hold out this rempeft. Beare away that child, 
 ‘And follow me with {peed ; Tle to the King : 
 
 ‘A thoufand bufineffes are briefe in hand, 
 
 ‘And heavenit felfe doth frowne upon theLand. Exit. 
 
 Aétus Quartus, Scana Prima, 
 
 «hag deieds aera ea eet Epes 
 
 Enter King Iobn, and Pandulph attendants. 
 
 K. John. Thus have I yeelded up into your hand 
 The Circle of my glory. 
 Pand, Take againe 
 From this my hand, as holding of the Pope 
 Your Soveraigne greatneffe and authority - 
 John. Now keepeyour holy word,goe meet the French; 
 And from his holineffe ufe all your power 
 To flop their marches fore we are enflam’d : 
 Our difcontented Counties doe revolt : 
 Our people quarrel] with obedience, 
 Swearing Allegiance, and the love of foule 
 To ftranger-biond, to forren Royalty ; 
 This inundation of miftempred humor, 
 Reftsby youonely tobequalified. 
 Then pauife not ; for the prefent time's fo ficke, 
 ‘That prefent medcinesnuft be miniftred, 
 Or overthrow incureable enfues. 
  Pand. It wasmny breath that blew this Tempeftup, 
 Vpon your ftubborne wfage of the Pope t 
 But fince you area gentle convertite, 
 My tongue fhall hufh againe this ftorme of warre, 
 And make faire weather in your bluftring land : 
 Onthis Afcention day remember well, 
 Vpon your oath of fervice to the Pope, 
 Goe I tomake the French lay downe their Armes. Exit. 
 John, 1s this Afcenfion day ? did not thé Prophet 
 Say, that before Afcenfionday at noone, 
 My Crowne I fhould give off? even fol have 3 
 Idid fuppofe it fhould be‘on conftraint, 
 But (heav’n be thank’d) itis but voluntary. 
 Enter Bastard. : 
 Baft. All Kent hath yeclded: nothing there holds out 
 But Dover’Cattle : London hath receiv'd 
 Like a kind Hott, the Do/phis and his powers: 
 Your Nobles willnot heare you, but are gone 
 To offer fervice to your enemy : 
 And wilde amazement hurries up and down 
 The little number of doubtfull friends. 
 Iebn. Would not my lords returne to me againe 
 After they heard yong efrrhar was alive? 
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 Baft. They found him dead, and caft into the ftreets, 
 Anempty Casket, where the Tewell of life 
 By fome damn‘d hand was rob’d, and tane aways 
 Tobn. That villaine Hwbert told me he did live. 
 Baft. Soon iny foule he did, for ought he knew > 
 But wherefore doe youdroope ? why looke youfad?® | 
 Be great in act,as you have beene in thought : 
 Let not the world fee feare and fad difteuit 
 Governe the motion of a kinglye eyes 
 Be ftirring as the time, be fire with fire, 
 Threaten the threatner , and out-face the brow 
 Of bragging horror : So fhall inferior eyes 
 That borrow their behaviours from the great, 
 Grow great by your example, and put on 
 The dauntleffe{pirit of refolution. 
 Away, and glifter like the goil of warre 
 When he intendeth to become the field = 
 Shew boldnefleand afpiringconfidence: 
 Whit, thall they feeke the Lyon in his denne, Beeb. 
 And fright him there ?and make himtremble there # 
 Ohlet it not be faid : forrage, and runne se 
 To meet difpleafure farther from the doores, 
 And gtapple with himerehe come fonye. 
 Tohn. The Legat of the Pope hath beene with mee, a 
 And J have made a happy peace with him, 4 
 And he hath promifd to difnifle the Powers 
 Led by the Dolphin. 
 Bast. Oh inglorious league + 
 Shall we uponthe footing of our land, 
 Send faire-play-orders, and take comprimife, 
 Infinuation, parley, and bafe truce 
 
 eas Be 
 
 ‘To Armes Invafive ? Shalla beardleffe boy, 
 
 Acockred-filken wanton brave our fields, 
 
 And fleth his {pirit in a warre-like foyle, 
 
 Mocking the ayre with colours idlely {pred, 
 
 And find no checke? Letus my Leigeto Armes : 
 
 Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace 5 
 
 Or if he doe, letitat leaft be faid 
 
 They {aw we had a purpole of defence, ie 
 Jobn. Have thou the orderingof thisprefent time. “| 
 Bafte Away then with good courage yet I know | 
 
 Our Party may well meet a prowder foe. ee 
 
 Extn. 4 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter (in Armes) Dolphin, Salisbury, Mel cone, Pembroke 
 Bigot, Souldiers. 
 
 Dol. My lord Melloone,let this be coppied out, 
 And keepe it fafe for our remembrance 
 Returne the prefident to thefe lords againe, 
 That having our faire order written downe, 
 Both they and we, perufing ore thefe notes 
 May know wherefore we tooke the Sacrament, 
 And keep our faithes firme and inviolable.” 
 
 Sal. Vpon our fides it never fhali be broken. 
 And Noble Dolphin, albeit we fweare 
 A voluntary zeale, and an un-urg’d faith 
 To your proceedings: yet beleeve me Prince, 
 I am not glad that {uch afore of time 
 Should feeke » plafter by contemn’d revolt, 
 
 And healethe inveterate Canker of one wound, 
 
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 By making many : Oh it grieves my foule, 
 
 That | mutt draw this mettle from my fide 
 
 To bea widdow-maker s oh ,and there 
 
 Where honourable refcue,and defence 
 
 Cries out upon the name of Salisbury. 
 
 Butfuch is the infection of the time, . 
 
 That for the health and Phyficke of our right, 
 
 We canhot deale but with the very hand 
 
 Of fterne injuitice,and confufed wrong: 
 
 And is’t not pitty, (oh my grieved friends) 
 
 That we, the fonnes and children of this ie, 
 
 Were borne to fee fo fad an houre as this, 
 
 Wherein we ftepafter a ftranger, march 
 
 Vpon her ge itle bofome, and fill up 
 
 Her enemies rankes? I muft withdraw, and weepe 
 
 Vpon the {pot of this inforced canfe, 
 
 To grace the Gentry of a Land remote, 
 
 | And fojlow unacquainted colours heere : 
 
 What heere ?. O Nation that thou couldft remove, 
 
 That 2gptanes Armes who clippeth thee about, 
 
 Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy felfe; 
 
 And cripple thee unto a Pagan fhore, eee 
 
 Where thefe two Chriftian Armies might combiné 
 
 | Theblond of malice, in a veine of league, 
 
 And not to {pend it fo un-neighbourly . oh 
 Dolph. A noble temper doft thon thew in this, 
 
 And great affections wraftling in thy bofome 
 
 } Doth make an earth-quake of Nobility ; 
 | Ob, what a noble combate haft fought 
 
 Bet weene compulfion, and a brave refpect : 
 Let me wipe off this honourable dewe, 
 
 That filverly doth progreffe on thy cheekes: 
 My heart hath melted ata Ladiesteares, 
 
 | Beingan ordinary Inundation : 
 
 But this etfufion of {uch manly drops, 
 
 | This thowre, blowne up by tempeft of the foule; 
 | Startles aiine eyes; and makes me more amaz’d 
 } Than had I feenethe vauley top of heaven 
 
 Figur'd quite ore with burning Meteors. 
 
 Lift up thy brow (renowned Satibury) 
 
 And with a great heart heave away this ftorme : 
 } Commend thefe warres tothofe baby-eyes 
 
 That never {aw the giant-world enrag’d, 
 
 } Nor met with Fortune, other than at feafts, 
 Fall warme of blood, of mirth, of goflipping = 
 
 _| Come, come ;for thou fhalt thruft thy hand as deepe 
 | Into the purfe of rich profperit 
 
 | As Lewis himfelfe : fo (Nobles) thall you all, | 
 
 _| That knit your finewes tothe ftrength of mine. 
 
 Enter P andalpho. 
 
 | And even there, methinkes an Angel {pake, 
 
 | Looke where the holy Legate comes apace, 
 } Togive us warrant fromthe hand of heaven, 
 { And on our actions fet the name of right 
 With holy breath. 
 | _ ‘Pazd. Haile noble Prince of France: 
 The next is this : King /ohz hath reconcil’d 
 Himfelfe to Rome, his {pirie is come in, 
 That fo ftood outagainft the holy Church, 
 The great Metropoiis and Sea of Rome : 
 | Therefore thy threatning colours now wind up; 
 
 _| And came the favage fpirit of wilde warre, 
 | That like a Lyon foftered up at hand, 
 
 It may lye gently at the foot of peace, 
 And be no further harmefull than in fhew: 
 
 oi Dolp. Your grace fhall pardon me, I will not backe : 
 
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 Tam too high-borne to be propertied 
 
 Tobe a fecnodary at controull, 
 
 Or ufefull ferving-man, and inftrument 
 
 To any Soveraigne State throughout the world. 
 Your breath firft kindled the dead coale of warres, 
 Betweene this chaftiz’d kingdome and my felfe, 
 And brought in matter that fhould feed this fire ; 
 And now'tis farre too huge to be blowne out 
 Wich that fame weake wind, which enkindled it : 
 You taught me how to know the face of right, 
 Acquainted me with intereft to this land; 
 
 Yea, thruft this enterprize into my heart, 
 
 And come ye now totell me Zeb» hath made 
 
 His peace with Rome? what is that peace tome? 
 I (by the honor of my marriage bed ) 
 
 After yong e4rthar, claime this land for mine, 
 And nowit is halfe conquer’d; mutt I backe, 
 Becanfe that John hath made his peace with Rome? 
 
 Am I Romes flave ? what penny hath Rome borne 2: 
 
 What men provided? what munition fent 
 Tounder-prop this Action 2 Is’t not I 
 
 That under-goethis charge ? who elfe but J, 
 And {ach as to my claime are liable, 
 Sweat in this bufineffe, and maintaine this warre ? 
 Have i not heard thefe Iflanders thout out 
 
 Vive le Roy,as lhave bank’d their Townes ? 
 Have Inot heere the beft Cards for the game 
 
 To winne this eafie match; plaid for a Crowne? 
 And fhall I now give ore the yeelded Set ? 
 
 No, no, on my foule it never hall be faid. 
 
 Pand. Youlooke but on the out-fide of this worke: 
 
 ~ Delph, Out-fide or in-fide, I will not returne 
 Tull my attempt fo much be glorified; 
 As to my ample hope was promifed, 
 Before I drew this gallant head of warre, 
 And cull’d thefe fiery {pirits from the world 
 To out-looke Conqueit, and to winre renowne 
 Even in the jawes of danger, and of death ; 
 What lnfy Trumpet thus doth fummon us ? 
 
 Enter Baftara. 
 Baft. According to the faire-play of the world, 
 
 | Let me have andience : Yam fentto {peake: 
 
 My holy lord of A¢éfane, fcom the King 
 T come to learne how you havedealt for him : 
 And, as you anfwer, } doe know the fcope 
 And warrant limited unto my tongue. 
 
 Pand. The Dolphin is too wilful oppofite 
 And will not temporize with my intreaties ; 
 He flately fayes, hee'll not lay downe his Armes. 
 
 Bafé. By all the bloud that ever fury breath’d; 
 The youth fayes well. Now heare our Englifs King; 
 For thus his Royalty doth {peake in me : 
 He is prepar'd, and reafon too he fhould, 
 Thisapifh and unmannerly approach, 
 This harneff'd Maske, and unadvifed Revell, 
 This unheard fawcinefle and boyith Troopes; 
 The King doth {mile at, and is well prepar’d 
 To whip this dwarfith warre, this Pigmy Armes 
 From ont the circle of his Territories. 
 That hand which had the ftrength ,everiat your dore, 
 To cudgell you, and make youtake the hateh, 
 To dive like Buckets in concealed Wells,. 
 Tocrowchin litter of your fable plankes, 
 To lye like pawnes, lock’d up in chetts and trunckes, 
 To hag with fwine, to feeke {weet fafety out 
 In vaults and prifons,and to thrill and fhake, 
 
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 Even at the crying of your Nations crow, 
 
 Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere, 
 That in your Chambers gave you chafticement? 
 No : know the gallant Monarch isin Armes, 
 And like an Eagle, o’re his ayery towres, 
 To fowfie annoyance that comes neere his Neft 5 
 And you degenerate, you ingrate Revolts, 
 You bloudy Nero’s, ripping up the wombe 
 Of your deere Mother-England : blufh for fhame ? 
 For your owne Ladies, and pale-vifag’d Maides, 
 Like e4mazons,come tripping after drummes 3 
 Their thimbles into armed Gantletschange, 
 | Their Needl’s to Lances, and their gentle hearts 
 To fierce and bloudy inclination. : 
 | Dol. There end thy brave, and turne thy face in peace, 
 We grant thon canit ont-fcold us: fare thee well, ; 
 We hold our time too precious tobe fpent 
 With fucha brabler. 5 
 Pan. Give me leave to {peakes 
 Bast. No, | will fpeake- 
 Dol. We wilkattend to neither ¢ . 
 | Strikeup the drummes, and let the tongue of warre 
 | Pleade for our intereft,and our beingheeres 
 Baft. Indeed your drammes being beaten, wil cry ont; 
 And fo fhall you, being beaten : doe but {tart 
 Aneccho withthe clamor of thy drumme, 
 And evenat hand, adrumme is ready brac’d, 
 That thall reverberate all, as lowd asthine- 
 Sound but another, and another fhall 
 (As lowdasthine) rattle the Welkins eares 
 | “And mocke the deepe mouth’d thunder : for at hand 
 | (Not trufting to this halting Legate heere, 
 | Whom he hathuf'd rather for {portythan necd) 
 | Is warlike John: and in'his forehead fits 
 | A bare-rib’d death, whofe office is this day 
 To feaft upon whole thoufands of the French. 
 Dol. Strike up our drummes, to find this danger Oute 
 Baft. And thou fhale find it (Dolphin) doe not doubt 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Alarums. Exter John, and Hubert. 
 
 Iohn. How goes theday with us? oh tell me Hubert. 
 Hub. Badly | feare, how fares your Majetty ? 
 Toon, This Feaver that hath troubled me fo long, 
 Lyes heavy on me: oh, my heart isficke. 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 Mef. My lord : your valiant kinfman Faslconbridge, 
 Defires your Majefty to leave the field, 
 And fend him word by me ,which way you goe. 
 lobn. Tellhimtoward Swinfted tothe Abbey there. 
 (Mel. Be of good comfort : for the great fupply, 
 That was expected by the Dolphin heere, 
 Are wraek’d three nights agoe on Goodwin fands. 
 This newes was brought to Richard but evennow, 
 The French fight coldiy, and retire themfelves. 
 Iohn, Ayeme,thistyraot Feaver bucnesme up, 
 And will not let me welcome this good newes. 
 Set ontoward Swinsted : tomy Litter ftraight, 
 Weakeneffe poffeffeth me, and I am faint. 
 
 T he Life and Death of King lohn. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Salisbury , Pembroke, and Bigot. 
 Sal. I didnot thinke the King fo ftor’d with friends, 
 Pem. Vp once againe : put fpirit in the French, =~ 
 Ifthey mifcarry : we mifcarry too. 
 Sal. That mifbegotten divell Fawlconbridge, 
 In fpight of {pight, alone upholds the day. 
 Prem. They fay King Jobn fore ficke, hath left the field, 
 Enter Meloon wounded. eh. 
 Mel. Lead me to the Revolts of England here. 
 Sal. When we were happy, we had other names: 
 Pem. Itisthe Count Afeloone. 
 Sal. Wounded to death. 
 
 Mel. Flye Noble Engle, youare bought and fold, 
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 Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion, nO 
 
 And welcome home againe difcarded faith, * 
 Seeke out King Jobs, and fall before hisfeet s+” 
 For if the French be lords of thisloud day, 
 
 He meanes to recompence the paines you take, 
 By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he fworne,. 
 And I with him, and many moe with me, 
 
 Vpon the Altar at Saint Edmondsbury, 
 
 Even onthat Altar, where we fwore to you 
 Deere Amity, and everlafting love. 
 
 Sal. May this be poffible? May this be true beer “a 4 ! 
 
 ©Uel. Have I not hideous death within my views” 
 Retaining but a quantity of life, 
 Which bleeds away ,evenasa fortne of waxe 
 Refolveth from his figure’gainftthe fire? | 
 What in the world fhould make me now deceives 
 Since I mutt lofe the ufe of al] deceite ? 
 Why fhould I then be falfe, fince it istrue 
 That I mutt dye heere, and live hence, by truth? 
 I fay againe, if Lewss doe winne the day, 
 He is forfworne, ifere thofe eyes of yours 
 Behold another day breake in the Eaft : 
 But even this night ,whofe blacke contagious breath 
 Already {moakes abeut the burning Creft 
 Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied Sunne, 
 Even thisill night, your breathing fhall expire, 
 Paying the fine of rated Treachery, 
 Even witha treacherous fine of all your lives 
 If Lewis, by your affiflance win the day. 
 Commend me to one Hubert, with your King ; 
 The love of him, and this refpect befides 
 (For that my Grandfire was an Englifhman) 
 A wakes my confcience to confeffe all this. 
 In lien whereof, I pray you beare me hence 
 From forth the noife and rumour of the field; 
 Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts 
 In peace :and part this body and my foule 
 With contemplation, and devout defires. 
 
 Sal, Wedoe beleeve thee,and befhrew my foult, 
 
 But I doe lovethe favour, and the forme, 
 Of this moft faire occafion, by the which 
 We will untread the fteps of damned flight, 
 And like a bated and retired flood, 
 Leaving our rankeneffe and irregular courfe, 
 Stoope low within thofe bounds we have orc-look’d, 
 And calmely run on inobedience, . 
 Evento our Ocean, to our great King John 
 My arme fhall givethee helpe to beare thee hence, 
 
For I doe feethe¢ruell pangs of death 
 | Rightinthineeye. Away my friends, new flight, 
 | Andhappy newneffethat intendsold right. ~ Exennt. 
 
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 Scena Quinta, 
 
 | Enter Dolpbin,and his Traine, 
 - Dol. The San of heaven(me thought) was loath to fet; 
 But ftaid,and made the Wefterne Welkin bluth, 
 When Engéifo meafurg backeward their owne ground 
 In faint retyre : Oh bravely came we off, 
 When witha Volley of our needieffe fhot, 
 | After fuch bloody toyle,we bid good night, — 
 And woon'd eur tott’ring coloursclearely up; 
 Laft inthe field,and almoft Lords of it. 
 Enter a Meffenger, 
 ; (Mef,, Where is my Prince the Dolphin 2. ' 
 ' | ‘Dol. Heere,what newes?. 
 | AGLThe Count eWeloone is {laine : The Englifh Lords 
 By his perfwafion are at length falne off, 
 ‘And your fupply which you havewith’d{o long, 
 Are caft away,and fanke on Gosdwin Sands. 
 ‘Dol. Ah foule threw'd newes.Befhrew thy very heart: 
 I did not thinke to be fo fad tonight 
 _ | As this hath made me, Who was he that {aid 
 x» | King Jobe did fly an houre or two before 
 |_| The ftumbling night did part our weary powres? 
 Ate(. Who ever {poke it,it is true my Lord, 
 ‘Del. W cll: keep good quarter,and good care tonight, 
 | The day thall not beup fo foone as I, 
 
 { To try the faireadventure of tomorrow. Exeunt, 
 
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 Scena Sexta, - 
 
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 Enter Baftard and Hubert feverally, 
 Hub. Whofethere? Speake hoa, {peake quickly, or I 
 fhoot. 
 Baft. APriend. Whatartthou 2 
 _ Hab, Ofthe part of England. 
 _ Bast. Whither doft thou goe ? 
 __ Hub. What’sthat to thee ? 
 Why may not I demand of thine affaires, 
 _} As well as thou of mine 2 
 _ Bast. Hubert, thinke. 
 Hub, Thou hafta perfed thought : 
 T willupon all hazzards well beleeve 
 | Thouart my friend,that know’ft my tongue fo well ; 
 | Who art then ? : 
 Baft,. Who thou wilt :and if thou pleafe 
 Thou maift be-friend me fo much,asto thinke 
 Icome one way ofthe Plantagenets. 
 _ Hub. Vnkinde remembrance:thou,and endleffe night, 
 | Have done me fhame: Brave Souldier,pardon me, 
 | Thatany accent breaking from thy tongues 
 | Should {cape the true acquaintance of mine eare. 
 | 24%, Come,come : fans complement, W hat newes 
 a abroad ? 
 | Hab. Why here walkeI,in the blacke brow of night, 
 | To finde you out. 
 
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 Bast. Briefethen :and what’sthe newes? _ 
 Hnb. O my {weet Sir,newes fitting to the night; 
 Blacke, fearefull,comfortleffe,and horrible. | 
 Baft, Shew me the very wound of this ill newes, 
 Tam no woman,He not fwound'at it. 
 Hnb. The King I feareis poyfon’d by a Monke, 
 I left him almoft fpeechleffe jand'broke out 
 Toacquaint you with this evill that you might 
 The better arme you to the fodaine time, 
 Than if you had at leifare knowne of this. 
 Baft. How did he take it ? Who did tafte to hin? 
 Hub. A Monke T tell you,a refolved Villaine 
 Whofe bowels fuddenly burft out : The King 
 Yet {peakes,and peradventare may recover, 
 Baft. Who didét thou leave to tend his Majefty? 
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 And brought Prince Henry in their company, 
 At whofe requeft the Kieg hath pardon’d them, 
 And they are all about his Majettie. 
 
 Baft. With-hold thine ind ignation,mighty heaven, 
 And temptus not to beare above our power, ‘ 
 Ile tell thee Aubert halfé my power this night 
 Paffing thefe Fiats,are taken by the Tide, 
 
 Thefe Léncolre-wathes have devoured them, 
 My felfe, well mounted, have efcap’d. 
 Away before ; Condué me tothe King, 
 
 I doubt he will be dead,or ere Tcome. Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Septima. 
 LLL CCA anstntnteen ernie eines 
 Enter Prince Henry Salisbury and Bigot. 
 Hen. Itis too late,the life ofall hisbloud 
 Istouch’d,corruptibly + and his pure braine 
 (Which fome fuppofe the foules frailedwelling honfe) 
 Doth by the idle Comments that it makes, 
 Foretell the ending of mortality. 
 Enter Pembroke, 
 Pem. His Highnefle yet doth fpeake, atid holds deleefe, 
 That being brought intothe open ayre, 
 It would allay the burning quality 
 Of that fell poyfon which affayleth him. 
 Hen, Let him be broughtinto the Orchard heere : 
 Doth he ftill rage? 
 Pem, He is more patient 
 Than when you left him ; even now he fang. 
 Hen, Oh vanity of ficknefle : fierce extreames 
 In their continuance, will not feele themfelves. 
 Death having prei’d upon the outward parts 
 Leavesthem invifible,and hir fiege is now 
 Againft the wind,the which he pricks and wounds 
 With many legions of firange fantafies, 
 Which in their throng and preffe to that laft hold; 
 Confound themfelves. Fis ftrange that death fhould fing: | 
 Tamthe Symet to this pale faint Swan, 
 Who chaunts adolefull hymne to his owne death, 
 And from the organ-pipe of frailty fings 
 His foule and body their lafting reft. 
 Sal. Be of good comfort ( Prince) for you are borne 
 To fet a forme upon that indigett : 
 Which he hath left fo fhapeleffeand fo rude. 
 Tobn brought in. 
 Toba. Linarry now my foule hath elbowsroome, _ 
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Ic would not out at windowes,nor at doores, 
 There isfo hota Summer in my bofome, 
 That all my bowels crumble up to duft : 
 
 1 ama {cribled forme drawne witha ig 
 Vpona Parchment ,and again{t this fire 
 Doe I fhrinke up. ier 
 
 Hen. How fares your Majeftie ? ice 
 
 Ieh. Poyfon'd,ill fare: dead, forfooke,calt off, 
 And none of you will bid the Winter come 
 To thrust his ycie fingersinmy maw;, 
 
 Nor let my Kingdomes Rivers take their courle 
 Through my burn’d bofome ; nor intreat the North 
 To make his bleake windes kifle my parched lips, 
 And comfort me with cold.1 doe not aske you much, 
 I begcoldcomfort: and you are fo firaight 
 
 And {0 ingratefull, you deny me thate ¢-.i 
 
 Hen. Oh that there were fome vertue in my tearcs, 
 That might relieve you. 
 
 Tobn, ‘The faltof them is hot. 
 
 Within me is a hell,and there the poyfon 
 Is,asa fiend,confin'dte tyrannize, 
 On unrepréeveable condemned blood. 
 Enter Baftard. j 
 
 Bait, Oh, Yam {ealded with my violent motion 
 And fpleene of fpeed,to fee your Majeftie.. 
 
 Toln. Oh Cozen, thou art come to fet mine eye : 
 The tackle of my heart,iscrackdand burnt, . 
 Andalithe throwds wherewith my life fhould faile, 
 | Are turned to one thred, onc little haire : 
 
 My heart hath one poore ftring tu flay it bye 
 Which holds but till thy newes be uttere¢, 
 
 And then all thisthou feeft, is but aciod, 
 And module of confounded Royalty. 
 
 Baf. The Dolphinis preparing hither-ward,~ ~~ 
 Where heaven he knowes how we dhall anfwer him- 
 Fox in anight the belt part of my power, 
 
 As l upon advantage did remove, 
 Were ia the #/res ali unwarily, 
 Devoured by the unexpected flood. 
 
 Sal. You breathe thefe dead newes in as dead an care 
 My Liege,my Lord : butnow a King now thus. 
 
 "Hen, Evento muft i runne on ,and even fo {top 
 What furcty of the world,what hope,w hat flay, 
 Wher this was now a King,and now is Clay? 
 
 Bast, Art thougone fo? I doebutftay behinde 
 To doe the office for thee, of revenge, 
 
 And then my foule fhall waite on thee to heaven, 
 
 [ifoand Deatbof King lohn. 
 
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 As iton earth hath been thy fervant ftill. 
 
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 Where be your powers? Shew now your mended faiths, 
 And inftantly returne with me againe, 
 To puth deftruction and perpetual fhame 
 Ont of the weake doore of our fainting Land : 
 Straight let us feeke,or ftraight we {hall be fought, » 
 The Dolphinrages at our very hecles. 9 
 Sal. Itfeemes you know not then fo miuch as we, 
 The Cardinal Pandulph is withinat reft, 
 Who halfe an houre fince came from the Dolphin, 
 And brings from him fach offers ofour peacty © 
 As we with honout and refpe& may take, 
 With purpofe prefently to leave this ‘warre: 
 Baft. He willthe rather doe it, when he fees: 
 Our felves well finew’d to our defence. 
 Sal. Nay, tis ina manner done already, 
 For many carriages he hath difpatch’d 
 To the Sea-fide,and put his caute and quarrel 
 To the difpofing of the Cardinall; 
 With whom your felfeymy felfe and other Lords,’ ” 
 If youthinke meete,this afternoone willpoft "| 
 To con{umimaté this bufinefle happily. riot 
 Bast. Letitbefo,and yeu my Noble Prince, «©» 
 With other Princes that may beft be {par’d, 
 Shall waite upon your Fathers funerall. rae 
 Hen. At Worfter mutt hisbody be interr’d, | 
 For fo he will’d it. i 
 Baft. Thither fhall ic then, 
 And happily may your {weer felfe put on 
 The lineall ftate,and glory of the Land, 
 To whom with all {nbmiffion on my knee, 
 I doe bequeath my faithfull fervices fT XS 
 And true fubjection everlaftingly- isha 
 Sal. And the like tender ofour love we make =” 
 To reft withouta {pot for evermore, 
 
 Hen, Uhavea kinde foule that would give thankesy 
 ‘And knowesnot how to doeit,but withteares. 
 Baft. Ohlet us pay thetime: but needfull woe, 
 
 Since it hath beene befor chand with our griefes. 
 
 This &xg/ana never did,nor never fhall 
 
 Lye at the proud foote of a Conquerer, _ ‘ 
 But whenit firft did helpe to wound it felfe: * © 
 Now;thefe her Princesare come home againe, 
 Come the threecorners of the world in Armes, . — 
 And we hall fhocke them : Nought fhall makeus 
 If England to it {elfe doe reft but true. 
 
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 Enter King Richard, lobn of Gat with other Nobles 
 Awa Attendants. 
 
 King Richard. 
 Sy Ld John of Gannt,time-honoured Lancafter, 
 Haft thou accordingto thy oath and band, 
 Brought hither Hemry Herford thy bold fon: 
 wi Hereto make good the boyfterous late ap- 
 Whichthen our leafure would not let usheare, (peale, 
 ‘Againft the Duke of 2 orfolke, Thomas Mowbray ? 
 . Gaunt. I have my Liege. 
 | King. Tell me moreover,haft thou founded him, 
 _ | Ifheappeale the Duke on ancient malice, 
 Or worthilyasa good fubjec fhould, 
 
 On fome knowne ground of treachery in him. 
 Gaunt, As neere as I could fift him on that argument, 
 ‘Onfome apparant danger feenein him, 
 Ayn’dat your highnefle,no inveterate malice. 
 
 “King. Thericall them to our prefence face to face, 
 And frowning brow to brow, our felveg will heare 
 Thraccifer,and the accufed, freely {peake ; 
 High ftomack'd are they both, and full of ire, 
 n rage,deafe asthe {ca ; hafty as fires 
 
 Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray. © 
 
 Bull. Masiy yeares of happy dayes befall 
 My gracious Soveraigne,my molt loving Liege. 
 
 Mow. Bach day {till better others happineffe, 
 | Vntill the heavens envying earths good hap, 
 _ | Adde an immortall title to your Crowne. 
 | King. Wethanke you both, yet one but flatters us, 
 | As wellappéareth bythe caufeyoucome, 
 ~ 1 Namely to appeale each other of high treafon." 
 
 | Coufin of Hereford what-doft thou objec 
 Againftthe Duke of Norfolke; Thomas Mowbray ? 
 ; Bull. Firtt,heaven be the record to my fpeech, 
 
 | Inthe devorion of a fubjects love, 
 | Tendringthe precious fafety of my Prince, 
 __ | And free from other mif-begotten hate, 
 _ | Come I appealant to this Princely prefence. 
 | Now Thomas Mowbray doe I turne tothee, 
 _ | And marke mygreeting well: for what I fpeake, 
 _ | My body thall make good upon this earth, 
 | Or my divine foule anfwer it in heaven, 
 \ | Thou art'a Traitor and’a mifereant ; 
 
 _ | Too good tobe fo,and too bad to live, 
 | | Since the more faire and Criftall is the skie, 
 
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 The uglier feemethe cloudes that in it flye : 
 Once more,the more to aggravate the note, 
 Witha foule traitors name ftuffe I thy throar, 
 And with(fo pleafe my Soveraigne)ereImove, (prove. 
 What my tongue fpeaks,my right drawne {word may 
 Mow. Let not my coole words here aceufé my zeale : 
 Tis not the tryall of a womans warre, ” 
 The bitter clamour of two cager tongues, 
 Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt us twaines 
 The bloud is hot that muft be cooi’d for this. 
 Yet can I not of fuch tame patience boaft, 
 As tobe hufht,and nought atall to fay. 
 Firft the faire reverence of your highnefle curbes mee, 
 From giving reines and fpurresto my free fpeech, 
 Which eife would poft,uncill ic had return’d ; 
 Thefetearmes of treafon,doubly downe his throat, 
 Setting afide his highblouds royalty, 
 And let him be no kinfman to my Liege, 
 I doe defe him,and J {pit at him, 
 Call hima flanderaus Coward,anda Villaine : 
 Which te maintaine,I would allow him oddes, 
 And meet him,were I tide to run afoot, 
 Even to the frozen ridges of the Alpes, 
 Or any other grotnd inhabitable, 
 Where ever Exglifoman durft {et his foot 
 Meane time,let this defend my loyalty, 
 By allmy hopes moft falfely doth helye. 
 . Bul.Pale trembling Coward,there I throw my gage, 
 Difclaiming here the kindred of a King, 
 And lay afide my high bloods Royalty, 
 Which feare,not reverence makes thee to except, 
 If guilty dread hath leftthee fo much ftrength, 
 Asto take up mine honours pawne,then tioopes 
 By that,and alithe rights of Knighthood «lfe, 
 Will I make good againft thee arme to arte, 
 What I have fpoken,or thou canit devile. 
 Mow. I take it up,and by that {word Ifweare, 
 Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my fhoulder, 
 Ile anfwer thee inany faire degree, 
 Or Chivalrous defigne of knightly tryall : 
 And when I mount,alive may I not light, 
 If I be traitor,or unjuftly fight. . 
 King. W hat doth our Coufin lay to AZowbrayes charge? 
 It mutt be great that can inherite us, 
 So much as ofa thought of illin him. » 
 Bul. Looke what I faid,my life fhall prove it true, 
 That (Mowbray hath receiv’d eight thoufand Nobles, : 
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 Inname of lendings for your Highneffe Souldiers, 
 The which he hath detain’d for lewd imployments, 
 Like a falfe traitor ,and injutious Villaine- 
 
 Befides I fay ,and will in battaile prove, 
 
 Or heere,or elfewhere to the furtheft Verge 
 
 That ever was furvey'd by Englilh eye, 
 
 That all he treafons for thefe eighteene yeares 
 Complotted and contrived in this Land, 
 
 Fetcht from falfe Mowbray their firft head and f{pring. 
 
 Further I fay,and further will maintaine 
 Vpon hi sbad life, to make all this good, 
 That he did plot the Duke of Gonfiers death, 
 Suggelt hisfoone beleeving adverfaries, 
 And confequently like a traitor Coward, 
 -Sluc’d out his innocent foule through ftreames of blood: 
 Which bloud,like facrificing e4bels cryes, 
 (Even from the tongueleffe cavernes of the earth) 
 Tome for Inftice,and rough chaftifement : 
 And by the glorious worth of my defcent, 
 This arme fhall doe it,or this life be fpent. 
 King. How higha pitch his refolution foares : 
 Thomas of Norfolke,why fayftthou te this > 
 Mow, Ohiet my Soveraigneturne away his face, . 
 And bid hisearesa little while be deafe, 
 Till 1 have told this flander of his bloud, 
 How God and good men hate fo fowle a lyer. 
 | King. Mowbray ,impastiall are our cyes and eares, 
 Were he my brother nay,our Kingdomes heire, 
 Ashe is but my fathers brothers funne ; 
 Now by my Sceptersawe, I make avow, 
 Such peighbons-neceeticll toour facred bload, 
 Should nothing priviledge him,nor partialize 
 The unftooping firmenefle of my upright foule. 
 He is our fubje@t( Aowbray) fo art thou, 
 Free fpeech and feareleffe, [ to thee allow. ‘ 
 Mew. Then Buliingbrookeas low as tothy heart, 
 Through the falfe paflage of thy throat ; thou lyeft : 
 Three parts of that receipt had for Callice, 
 Disburft I'to his Highneffe fouldiers ; 
 The other part referv'd I bycontent, 
 For that my Soveraigne Liege was in my debt, 
 Vpon remainder of a deere account, 
 Since laft I went to Fraxceto fetch his Queene: 
 Now {wallow downe that lye. For Glou/ers death, 
 I flew him not ; but (co mine owne difgrace) 
 Neglected my {worne duty inthat cafe : 
 For you my noble Lord of Lancaster, * 
 The honourable Father to my Foe, _ 
 Once I did lay an ambuth for your life, 
 A trefpaffe that doth vex my grieved foule : 
 Butere I laft receiv'dthe Sacrament, 
 I didconfefit it,and exa@tly bege'd 
 Your Graces pardon,and I hope I had it. 
 This is my fault: as for the reft appeal’d, 
 It iffues from the rancour of a Villaine, © 
 Arecreant and moft degenerate traitor, 
 Which in my felfe I boldly will defend, | 
 Andinterchangeably hurle downe my gage, 
 Vponthisoverweening traitors foot, 
 To prove my {elfea loya]l Gentleman, 
 Evenin the beft bloud chamber’d in his bofome. 
 + In hafte whereof moft heartily I pray 
 Your Highnefle to affigne our tryall day. 
 King. Wrath kindled Gentlemen be rul’d by me: 
 Let’s purge this choller without letting blood : 
 This we prefcribe,though no Phyfition. 
 
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 Deepe malice makes too deepe incifion. 
 Forget, forgive,conclude,and beagreed, 
 Our Doétors fay,thisis no timeto bleed, 
 Good Vncle,let thisend where itbegun, 
 Wee'l calme the Duke of 2 orfolke,you your fon. 
 Gaunt. Tobe a make-peace fhall become my age, qi 
 Throw downe (my fonne) the Duke of Morfolkes gage, | 
 King. And Norfolke throw downce his. te 
 Gaunt. When Harry when? Obedience bids, 
 Obedience bids,1 fhould not bidagen, 5 4 
 K nf. DN arfalke, throw downe , we bid ; there isno} 
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 Mow My {elfe I throw (dread Soveraigne)at thy foot | 7 
 My life thou fhalt command, but not my fhame, te 
 Theone my duty owes,but my faire name 
 Defpight of death that lives upon my grave 
 To darke difhonours ufe,thon fhalt not have. 
 lam difgrac’d,impeach’d and baffel'd here, 
 Pierc’d to the foule with flanders venom’d fpeares~ 
 The which no blame cancare,but his heartblood | 
 Which breath’d this poyfon. ; ; 
 King. Rage mutt be withftood : 
 Give me his gage: Lyons make Leopards tame. 
 Mow.Yea,but not change his {pots: take burmy 
 And J refigne my gage. My deere,deere Lord, 
 The pureft treafure mortalltimes afford, | 
 Is {potleffe reputation : thataway, at 
 Men are but gilded loame,or painted clay. * 
 A Iewellin aten-timesbarr'dup Cheft, ” 
 Isa bold fpirit in a loyall breft. 
 Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one: 
 Take honour from me.and my life is done. : 
 Then (deere my Liege)mine honourlet metry, - 
 In that I livesand for chat will I die. - 
 King. Coofin,throw downe your gages 
 Doe you begin, MES 
 Bri. Oh heavendefend my foule from fuch foule fin. 
 Shall I feeme Creft-falne in my fathers fight, > 
 Or with pale beg gar-feare impeach my hight 
 Beforethtis ont-dar’ddaftard? Ere my too 
 Shall wound mine honor with fuch feeble wrong ; 
 Or found fo bafe a parle : my teeth fhallteare 
 The flavith motive of recanting feare, 
 And fpit it bleeding in his high difgrace, z 
 Where fhame doth harbour, even in AZewbrayes face. ~ 
 | Exit Gait 
 King. We were not berne to fue, butto command, ~ 
 Which fince we cannot doe to make you friends, 
 Be ready, (as your lives fhall anfwer it) 
 At (oventree, upon Saint Lamberts day : 
 There thall your {words and Lances arbitrate 
 The {welling difference of your fetled hate ; 
 Since we cannot attone you, you fhall fee ch 
 Tuftice defigne the Vidtors Chivalry. Reet es 
 Lord Marfhall, command our Officersat Armes, | 
 
 Be ready to direct thefe home Alarmes. 
 
 ~ Scena Secunda. 
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 Enter Gaunt, and Dutcheffe of Gloncefters 
 Gaunt. Alas,the part 1 had in GlonSters blood, 
 Doth more foliciteme than your exclaimes, 
 To ftirre againft the Butchers of his life; 
 
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 But fince correction lyeth in thofe hands 
 Which made the fault that we cannot correct; 
 Put we our quarrel] to the will of heaven, 
 Who when they fee the houres ripe on earth, 
 Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads. 
 Dw. Findes brotherhood in thee no fharper fpurre? 
 | Hath love in thy old blood no living fire > 
 | Edwards feven fonnes ( whereof thy felfe art one ) 
 | Were as feven vialles of his Sacred blood. 
 | Or feven faire branches {pringing from one roote : 
 , | Some of thofe fevenare dride by natures courte, 
 
 _ } Some of thofe branches by the deftinies cut: 
 | But Thomas, my deere Lord, my life, my Glofter, 
 One Viall tull of Edwards Sacred blood, 
 | One flourishing branch of his moft Royall roote 
 Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor fpilt ; 
 _ +} Is hackt downe, and his fummer leaves all vaded 
 By Envies hand,and Murders bloody Axe. — - 
 __ | Ah Gawn ? His blood wasthine, that bed,that wombe, 
 | 4 That mettle, that felfe-mould that fafhion’d thee, 
 
 __| Made hima man : and though thou liv’ft, and breath’ft; 
 Yet arethou flaine in him : thou doeit confent 
 | Infome large meafure tothy Fathers death, 
 | In that thou feeft thy wretched brother dye, 
 | Who was the modell of thy Fathers life, 
 | Callit not patience ( Gasar) it is defpaire, 
 _ | In fuffering thus thy brother to be flaughter’d, 
 ‘Thou fhew’ft the naked pathway to thy life, 
 Teaching fterne murther how to butcher thee : 
 | That which in meane men we intitle patience 
 _ | Is pale cold cowardife in noble brefts: 
 
 _ | What thall I fay, to fafegard thine ownelife, 
 
 | The beft way is to venge my Glofters death. 
 
 Gaunt. Heavens is the quarrell : for heavens fubftitute 
 __| His Deputy annoynted in his fighr, 
 _ | Hath caus’d his death, the which if wrongfully 
 __| Let heaven revenge : for Imay never lift 
 | Anangry arme againft his Minifter. 
 
 ‘| Dut. Where then (alas) may I complaine my felfe ? 
 
 ?) Dat. Why then! will : farewell old Gaunt. 
 _ | Thou go’ft to Coventry, there to behold 
 | Our Cofine Hereford,and fell Mowbray fight: 
 ~ | Ofit my husbands wrongs on Herefords peat, 
 | That itmay enter butcher Mowbrayes breft : 
 4 | Orif misfortune miffe the firft carreere, 
 a) + Be Mowbiayes finn.s fo heavy in his bofome , 
 | That they may breake his foaming Courfers backe, 
 | And throw the Rider headlong in the Lifts, 
 | A Caytiffe recreant to my Cofine Hereford. 
 | Farewell old Gaunt, thy fometimes brothers wife 
 | With her companion Greefe, mnft end her life. 
 | Gau. Sifter fare well: I muft to Couentrie, 
 __| Asmuchgood ftay with thee, as go with me. 
 | __ Dat. Yet one word more: Greefe boundeth where it 
 __ | Not with the emptie hollowneffe,but weight: . (falls, 
 Ttake my leave, before I have begun, 
 ‘| For forrow ends riot: when it feemeth done: 
 | Commend meto.my brother Edward Yorke. 
 Loe, thisis all’: nay yet depart not fo , 
 __ | Thoughthis be all, do not fo quickly goe, 
 ~ | A thall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what? 
 __| With all good {peed at Plathie vifie me. 
 | Alacke,and what fhall good old Yorke there fee 
 __ | But empty lodgings, and unfurnith’d walles, 
 Va-peopel’d Oitices, untroden ftones? 
 
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 "The Life and Death of Richard thefocond, 
 
 Gan. To heaven,the widdowes Champion to defence. 
 
 - That vow along and weary pilgrimage, 
 G. . 
 
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 And what heare there for welcome, but my grones 3 
 Therefore commend me, let him not come-there, 
 
 To feeke out forrow, that dwels every where 
 Defolate, defolate will I hence, and dye, SOS 
 The laft leave of thee, takes niy weeping eye,  Exewnb 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Varjhall, andeAnmerle. 3 ai 
 Mar, My L. eAumeris,is Harry Hereford arm’ d2 
 Aum. Yea,at all poynts, and longs to enter in, 
 Mar. The Duke of Nortolke, {prightfull and bold, 
 Stayes but the fummons of the Appeaiants Trumpet. 
 An. Why then the Champions, are prepar’d,and ftay 
 For nothing but his Majefties approach. Flosrifk. 
 Emer King, Gaunt, Bufby, Bagot, Greene, & 
 others : Then Mowbray in Ar- 
 mor, and Harrold. : 
 Rich. Matfhall, demand of yonder Champion 
 The caufe of his arrivall heere in Armes, 
 Aske him his name, and orderly proceed 
 To fweare him in the yuttice of his caufe. 
 
 CMar.In Gods Name,and the Kings,fay whothou art, 
 And why thou com’ ft, thus knightly clad in Armes? 
 Againft what man thou com’ft,and what’s thy quarrel, 
 Speake truely on thy knighthood, and thine oath, 
 
 As {fo defend thee heaven, and thy valour. 
 
 Mow. My name is Tho, Mowbray Duke of Norfolke, 
 Who hither come engaged by my oath 
 (Which heaven defend a knight fhould violate ) 
 
 Both to defend my loyalty and truth, 
 To God, my King, and his fuceeding iffue; 
 
 Againe the Duke of Hereford, that appeales me; 
 
 And by the grace of Ged and this mine arme, 
 
 To prove him (in defending of my felfe ) 
 
 A Traitor to my God, my King,and me, 
 
 Andas I truly fight, defend me heavens 
 
 Tucker. Enter Hereford, and Harold: 
 Rich. Marfhall: Aske yonder Knight in Armes, 
 
 Both who hee is, and why he commeth hither, 
 Thus placed in habiliments of warre: 
 
 And formally according to our Law. 
 
 Depofe him in the juttice of his canfe. : 
 
 (Mar.What is thy name?& wherfore com’ft chow hither 
 Before King Richard in his Royall Lifts 2 
 Againft whom com’{t thou? and what's thy quarrell ? 
 Speake like a true Knight, fo defend thee heaven. 
 
 Bull. Harry of Hereford,Lancaiter, and Derbie, 
 Am1: who ready here do ftand in Armes, 
 To prove by heavens grace, and my bodyes valour, 
 In Lifts, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke, 
 That he’sa Traitor foule and dangerous, 
 To God of heaven, King Richard,and tome, 
 AndasI truely fight,defend me heaven. 
 
 Mar. On paine of death, no perfon be fo bold, 
 
 Or daring hardie as to tonchthe Liftes, ; 
 Except the Marthall, and fuch officers 
 Appointed to direct thefe faire defignes, 
 
 Balt, Lord Marfhall, let me kiffe my Soveraigns hand 
 And bow my knee before his Majettie : 
 
 For (Mowbray and my felfe areliketwo men, - 
 
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 Then let us take a ceremonious leave ~ 
 And loving farewell of our feverall friendss 
 Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes, 
 And craves to kiffe your hand,and take his leave. 
 Rich, We will defcend,and fold himin our armese 
 Cofin of Hereford as thy caufe is juft, 
 So be thy fortune in this Royall fight : 
 Farewell,iny blood,which if to day thou fhead, 
 Lament we may,but not revenge thee dead. 
 Bull, Ohict no noble eye prophane ateare 
 For me, if I begor’d with Moworayes fpeare 3 
 Asconfident, as isthe Falcons flight 
 Againft a bird,doeI with Mowbray fight. 
 My loving Lord,I take my leave of you, 
 Of you (my Noble Cofin) Lord 4umerle ; 
 Not ficke,although I have to doe with death, 
 But luftie,yong,and cheerely drawing breath. 
 Loe,as at Englith Feafts,fol regreet 
 The daintieft Jaft,to make the end moft fweet. 
 Ohthou the earthy author of my blood, 
 _ Whofe youthfull {pirit in me regenerate; 
 Doth with atwo-fold vigor liftme up 
 To réach at victory above my head, ; ‘3 
 Adde proofe unto mine Armour with thy prayers, 
 And with thy bleflings fteele my Lances pont; 
 That it may eniter CMowbrayes waxen Coate, 
 And furnifh new the name of John a Gaunt, 
 Even in the lufty haviour of his fonne. J 
 Gaunt.Heaven in thy good caufe make thee profp'rous, 
 Be {wift like lightning in the execution, 
 And let thy blowes doubly redoubled, 
 Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske 
 Ofthyamaz'd perniciousenemy, 
 Rouzeup thy youthful blood,be valiant,and live. 
 Bull. Mine innocence,and S.Geerge to thrives 
 Mow. How ever heaven or fortune caft my lot, 
 There lives,or dies,true to King Richards Throne, 
 A loyall,juft and upright Gentleman : 
 Never did Captaine witha freer heart, 
 Caft off his chaines of bondage,and embrace 
 His golden uncontroul'd enfranchifement, 
 More than my dancing fonle doth celebrate 
 This Feaft of Battell, with mine adverfarie. 
 Moft mighty Liege,and my companion Peeres, 
 Take from my mouth,the with of happy yeeres, 
 As gentle,and as iocond,as to jeft, 
 GoJ to fight : Truth,hath a quiet breft. 
 Rich. Farewell,my Lord,fecurely I efpy 
 Vertue with Valour,couched in thine eye: 
 Order the trial] Marfhall,and begin. 
 Mar. Harvie of Hereford, Lancafter,and Derby, 
 Receive thy Launce,and heaven defend thy right. 
 Bull, es as a towre in hope,I cry Amen. 
 «Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D.of Norfolke. 
 1.Harry of Hereford, Lancafter,and Derby, 
 Stands heere for God, his Soveraigne,and him “Ife, 
 On paine to be found falfe,and recreant, 
 To provethe Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Adowbray, 
 A Traitor to his God, his King,and him, 
 And dares him to fet forwards to the fight. 
 -2.Har. Here ftandeth Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk 
 on paine to be found falfeand recreant, 
 Bothto defend himfelfe,and to approve 
 Henry of Hereford, Lancafter,and Derby, 
 To God,his Soveraigne,and to him difloyall: ~ 
 Couragioufly,and withafreedefire, © 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the Second. 
 
 Attending but the fignall to begin. 
 Mar. Sound trumpets,and fet forward Conba 
 Stay,the King hath throwne his Warder downes [7 
 Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets & their Speares;} 
 And both returne backée to their Chaires againe< A 
 Withdraw with us,and let the Trumpets found, 
 While we returne thefe Dukes what we decrees 
 Ai long Flonri{h, 
 Draw neere and lift 1.88 sit 
 What with our Couneell wehave donee 
 For that our kingdomes earth fhouid notbe foyld ~ 
 With that deere blood which it hath foftered, ~~ 
 And for our eyes do hate the dire afpect vig 
 Of civill wounds plowgh’d up with neighbors {wo 
 Which fo ronz'd up with boyltrous untun’d drumm 
 With harfh refounding Trumpets dreadfull bray, ~ 
 And grating thocke of wrathfull yron Armes, ~~ 
 Might from our quiet Confines fright faire Peace, 
 And make us wade even in our kindreds blood + >” 
 Therefore,wedanifh you our Territories. > 97 
 You Cofin Hereford,upon paine of death, = «=~ 
 Till twice five Summers have enrich’d our fields,” 
 Shall nor regreet our faire dominions , ster 
 But treade the ftranger pathes of banifhment... 
 Bull. Your willbedone : This muft my comfort be, 
 That Sun that warmes you heere,fhall fhine on me: 
 Aud thofe his golden beamesto you here lent,” 
 Shall point on me,and gild my banifhment. 
 Rich. Norfolke : for thee remaines a heavierdoomes 
 Which I with fome unwillingnefle pronounce, 
 The flye flow houres fhall not determinate 
 The datelefte limit of thy deere exile : 
 The hopeleffe word,of never to returne, 
 Breathe.I again{t thee,upon paine of life. 
 (Mow. A heavy fentence, my moft Soveraigne Liee 
 And ali ualook’d for from your Highneffe mouth: 
 A deerer merit,not {o deepe a maime, 2 
 As to be caft forth in the common ayre 
 Have I deferved at your Highnefle hands. 
 The Language I have learn’d thefe forty yeares 
 (My native Englifh)now I muft forgo, 
 And now my tongues ufe is to me nomore, 
 Than anunftringed Vyoll,or a Harpe, 
 Or like a cunning In{trument cas‘d up, 
 Or being open,put intohis hands 
 That knowes no touchto tune the harmony. 
 Within my mouth ‘you have engaol’d my tongire, 
 Doubly percullift with my teeth and lippes, 
 And dalfunfeeling barren ignorance, 
 Is made my Gaoler toattend on me; 
 I am too old to fawne upon a Nurfe, 
 Too farre in yeeres to be a pupillnow : Vf 
 What is thy fentence then,but fpeechleffe death, 
 Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? 
 Rich. It boots thee not to be compaflionate, 
 After our fentence,plaining comes to lates : 
 (Mow, Then thus | turneme from my countries! 
 To dwell in folemne fhades of endleffe night. 
 Rich. Returne againe, and take an oath with thee, — 
 Lay on our Royall {word,your banifht hands; 
 Sweare by the duty that you owe to heaven vii 
 
 | (Our part therein we banifh with your felves) 
 
 To keepe the Oath that we adminifter : 
 
 You never fhall (fo helpe you Truth,and Heaven) 
 Embrace cach others love in banifhment, 
 
 Nor ever lookeupon each others face, 
 
 A charge fonndid . a 
 
Nor ever write,regreete,or reconcile 
 _ | This lowring tempelt of your home-bred hate; 
 ® | Nor ever by advifed purpofe meete, 
 | To plot,contrive;or complot any ijl, 
 *Gaintt Vs,our Statejour tubjects,or our Land. 
 Bal. [iwearee 
 Mow. AndI,to keepe al] this. 
 Bull: Nortolke,fo farre;as to mine enentie, 
 | By this time(had the King permitted us) 
 One of our foules had wand<red in the ayre; 
 Banith’d this fraile fepulcher of our fleth; 
 Asnow our Heth is banifh’d from this Land. 
 it | Confefle thy Treafons;ere thou flye this Realmte; 
 Since thou hatt farre to §0,beare rot along 
 ; | The clogging burthen of a guilty foule. 
 | Mow. No Bubingbrooke: If ever I were Traitor; 
 _ | My name be blotted from the booke of Life; 
 | | And I from heaven banith’d,as from hence : 
 _ | But what thou art,heaven,thou, and I doknow; 
 Andall too foone({ feare) the King hall rue. 
 | Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I ftray, 
 | Save backe to England,all the worlds my way: 
 | Rich. Vncle,evenin the glaffes of thine eyes 
 Tfeethy greeved heart : thy fad afpeat, 
 | Hath from the numiber of his banith’d yeares 
 | Pluck’d foure away : Six frozen Winters {pent, 
 "| Returne with welcome home,from banifhment. 
 | Ball. How long atime liesin one little word : 
 | Foure lagging Winters,and foure wahton Springs 
 4 End ina word,fuch is the breath of Kings. 
 |) Gaunt. Ithanke my Liege,that in regard of me 
 | He thortens foure yeares of my fonnés exile : 
 | Butlittle vantage fhall Ireape thereby. 
 | For ere the fixe yeares that he hath to {perid 
 } Can change the Moones,and bring their times about, 
 | My oyle-dride Lampe,and time-bewaftedlight 
 | Shall be extin@ with age,and endleffe night 3 
 My inch of Taper, will be burnt,and done, _ 
 | And blindfold death,not let me fee my fonne: 
 | Rich. Why Vncle,thou haft many yeeres to lives 
 | Genie. But not a minute (King) that thou canft give ; 
 ‘| Shorten my dayes thou canft with fudden forrow, 
 | And plucke nights from me,but not lend a morrow : 
 | Thou canft helpe time to furrow me withage, 
 } But ftop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage : 
 4 Thy word is currarit with him, for my death, 
 | But dead,thy kingdome cannot buy my breath, 
 _ Rich, Thy fonne is banifh’d upon good advice, 
 | Whereto thy tonguea party-verdict gave, 
 | Why at our Juftice feemi'ft thouthen to lowre ? 
 | _ Gax. Things {weet to taft prove in digeftion fowre : 
 } You urg’d me asa Iudge,but [ had rather 
 { You would have bid me argue like a Father. 
 Alas,I look’d when fomie of you fhould fay, 
 | Iwas too {trict to make mine ewne away? . 
 | Butyou gave leave to my unwilling tongue, 
 igainft my will,to do my felfe this wrong. 
 Rich. Cofine farewell: and Vnele bid hint fo : 
 | Sixyeares we banith him,and he fhall go. 
 Flonri{h. 
 en. Cofine farewell : what prefence muft not know 
 m where you do remaine,let paper fhow. 
 | . Mar. My Lord,noleave take I,for I will ride 
 ) | Asfarre as land will let me,by your fide. | . 
 | Gaunt. Oho what purpofe doft thon hord thy words, 
 _ | That thou return’ft no greeting tothy friends 2 
 
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 Exit. | Obfervde his Courtthip to the common people : 
 
 Buk. I have too few totake my leave of you, 
 when the tongues oitice fliould be prodigall, 
 To breath th’abundant dolour of the heart. 
 Gas. Thy greefe is but thy abfence for a time: 
 Bull. Loy abfent,greefe is prefent for that time; 
 Gaz. W hat is fixe Winters, they are quickely gone ? 
 - Bull. To men in joy, but greefe iiakes one houre ten. 
 Gas. Call it a travell that thou tak’ft for pleafure, 
 Bull. My heart will figh,when I mifeall it £0, 
 Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage. ° : 
 Gau. The fullen patlage of thy weary fteppes 
 Efteemé a foyle;wherein thou art to fet 
 The precious Iewell of thy home returne. 
 
 Balt, Oh who can hold a fire in his hand 
 
 By thinking on the froftie Casca/us ? 
 
 Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite; 
 
 By bare imagination of a Feait 2 
 
 Or Wallow naked in December {now 
 
 By thinking on fantafticke Sumimers heate? 
 Oh no;the apprehenfion of the good 
 
 Gives but the greater feeling to the worfe: 
 Fell {orrowes tooth,doth ever ranckle more 
 Then when it bites, but lanceth not the fore. 
 
 Gan. Come,come (iy fon) Ie bring thee on thy way 
 Had I thy youth,and caufe,I would not ftay. 
 
 Bull. Then Englands ground farewell! {weet foil adieu 
 My Mother and my Nurfe,which beares me yet : 
 Where ere I wander,boatt of this I can, 
 
 Though banifh’d,yeta true-borne Englifhmian: 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter King .Aumerle,Greene and Bagot. 
 Rich. Wedid obierve. Cofine aumerle, 
 How farre brought you high Hereford on his way? 
 eAvim. | brought high Hereford (if you éall him fe) 
 But to the next high way,andtherellefthim. —__ 
 Rib. And fay,what {tore of parting teares were fhed? 
 4um. Faith none by me: except the Northeaft wind 
 Which then gréw bitterly againft our face, 
 Awak’d the fleepie rhewme,and fo by chance 
 Did grace our hollow parting with a teare. 
 Rich,W hat faid our Cofin when y ou parted with him? 
 du. Farewelliand for my Hart difdained } my tongue 
 Should fo prophane the word;that taught me craft 
 To counterfeit oppreffion of fuch grecfe, 
 That word feemde buried in my forrowes grave. 
 Marry, would the word Farewell, had lengthen’d houres, 
 And added yeeres to his fhort banifhment, 
 He fhould have had a volume of Farewels, 
 But fince it would not,he had none ofme, 
 Rich, He is our Cofin(Cofin) but*tis donbr, 
 When time fhail call him home from banifhment; . 
 Whether our kinfman come to fee his friends, 
 Our felfe,and Bujhy : heere Bagot and Greene 
 
 How he did feeme to dive into their hearts, 
 
 With humble, and familiar courtefie, 
 
 What reverence hedid throw sway onflaves 5 
 wooing poore Craftef-men, with the craft of foules, 
 And patient under-bearing of his Fortune, 
 
 As ‘twere to banifh their affe@ts with him. 
 
 Off goes his bonnet td an Oyfter-wench, 
 
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 A brace of Dray-men bid God {peed him well, 
 And had the tribute of hisfupple knee, 
 With thankes my Countrimen , my loving friends, 
 As were our England in reverfion his, 
 And he our fubjects next degree in hope. se 
 
 Gr. Well,he is gone, & with him goe thefe thoughts: 
 Now for the Rebels, which ftand out in Ireland, 
 Expedient mannage mutt be made my Liege 
 Ere further leyfure, yeeld the futher meanes 
 For their aduantage, and your highnefle lofle. 
 
 Rich. Wewillout felfe in perfon to this warre, 
 And for our Coffers, with too great a Court, | 
 And liberall Largeffe, are growne fomewhat lights 
 Weare infore’d to farme our royall Realme, 
 The revennew whereof fhail furnifh us 
 For ouraffayres in hand: ifthey come fhort 
 Our fubftitutes at home fhall have Blanke-charters +. 
 Whereto, when they fhall know what men are rich, 
 They thailfub{cribe them for large fummes of Gold, 
 And {end them after to f{upply our wants : 
 For we will make for Ireland prefently- 
 Enter Bufhy. 
 
 Buoy, what newes ? 
 
 Ba. Old Iohu of Gaunt is veric ficke my Lord, 
 Sodainly taken ,and hath fent poft hafte 
 Toentreat your Majefty to vifit him. 
 
 Ric. Where lyes he ? 
 
 Bu. At Ely houfe- rs seid 
 
 Ric. Now put it (heaven) in his Phyfitians minde; 
 Tohelpe him to his graveimmediately : 
 The lining of his coffers fhall make Coates 
 To decke our fouldiers for thefe Irifh warres- 
 Come Gentlemen, let’s all go vifit him : 
 Pray heaven we may make haft, and come too late, E.xst. 
 
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 Enter Gaunt, ficke with Yorke. 
 
 Gan. Will the King come, that I may breathe my laft 
 In wholfome connfell to kis unftaid youth ? 
 
 Tor.Vex not your felfe,nor ftrive not with your breth, 
 For all in-vaine comes counfell to his care. 
 
 Gan. Oh but (they fay) thetongues of dying men 
 Inforce attention like deepe harmony 5 
 Where wordsare {carfe,they are feldome {pent in vaine, 
 For they breath truth, siya Beet their words in paine. 
 He that no more mutt fay, is liften’d more, 
 Thenthey whom youthand eafe have taught to glofe, 
 More are mens ends markt, then their lives before, 
 The {etting Sun,and muficke is the clofe 
 As the Jaft tafte of {weetes, is fweetett laft, 
 Writ in remembrance, more then things long paft ; 
 Though Richard my lives counfell would not heare, 
 My deaths fadiale, may yet undeafe his care. 
 
 Yor. No, it is ftopt with other flatt’ring founds 
 As prayfes of his ftate : thenthere are found 
 Lafcivious Meeters, to whofe venom found 
 The open eares of youth doth alwayes liften. 
 Report of fathions in proud Italy, : 
 Whofe manners ftill our tardie apifh Nation 
 Limpes after in bafe imitation. 
 
 He tyres betimes, that {purs t : ; 
 With eager feeding, food doth choake the feeder ¢ 
 Light vanity, infatiate cormorant, — 
 Confuming meanes foone preyes upon It felis 
 This royail Throne of Kings, this {ceptred Ile, 
 This earth of Majefty, this feate of Mars, 
 
 This other Eden, demy paradife, 
 
 This Fortres built by.nature for her felfe, 
 
 Againt¥ infection, and the hand of warre : 
 
 This happy breed of men, this little world, 
 
 This pecious ftone fet in the filver Sea, 
 
 Which ferves it inthe ovfice of a wall, 
 
 Or asa Moate defenfiue to a houfe, 
 
 Againft theenuy of leffe happier Lands, 
 This bleffed plot, this Earth, this Realme this E 
 This Nurfe, this teeming wombe of Royall Ki 
 Fear’d by their breed, and famous for their birth, 
 Renowned for their deeds, as farre from home, 
 For Chriftian fervice,fnd true Chivalrie, jc 
 As is the fepulcher 1n ftubborne Jary 
 
 Of the worlds ranfome, blefled AZaries Sonne. 
 This Land of fuch deere foules, this deere-deere: 
 Deere for her reputation through the world, 
 Is now Leas’d out ( 1 dye pronouncing it) 
 
 Like toa Tenement or pelting Farme- 
 
 England bound in with thetriumphant Sea, 
 Whofe rocky fhore beates backe the envious fie 
 Of watery Neptune,is now bound in with fhaine, 
 With Inky blottes, and rotten Parchment bonds: ” 
 That England that was wont to conquer others, 
 Hath madea fhamcfull conqueft of it {elfe. 
 
 Ah? would the fcandall vaniih with my life, 
 How happy then were my enfuuing death ? 
 
 Enter K ing, Queene, eAumerle, Buby, Greene, 
 Bagot, Ros, and Willoughby. 
 
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 Yor, The King is come, deale mildly with his youth, |? 
 
 For young hot Coalts, being rag’d,do rage the morte 
 
 Ou. How fares our noble Viacle Lancafter ¢ 
 
 Rs. What comfort man ? How ift with aged Gast 
 
 Ga. Oh how that name befits my com ofition: 
 Old Gaunt indeed,and gaunt in being old : fe 
 Within me greefé hath kept a tedious faft, 
 And who abitaines from meate, that is not gaunt? 
 For fleeping England long time have I watcht, 
 Watching breeds leannefle, leanneffe is all gaunt: 
 The pleafure rhat fome Fathers feed upon, ie 
 Is my ftri@ faft, I meane my Childrens lookes, 
 And therein fafting, haft thou made me gaunt : 2 
 Gaunt am I forthe grave, gaunt as a grave, 
 Whofe hollow wombe inherits nought but bones. 
 
 Ric. Can ficke men play fo nicely with their na 
 
 Gan. No, mifery makes {port to mocke it felfe: 
 
 Since thou doft feeke tokill my mameinmee, 
 
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 I mocke my name (great King) to flatter thee. 
 Ric. Should dying men flatter thofe that live ? 
 Gan. No,no men living flatter thofe that dye. 
 Rich. Thownow a dying, {ayft thou flatter’ {t me: 
 Gan. Oh no;thoi dyeft,though Ithe ficker be. 
 Rich. lamin health, I breathe,I fee thee ill. 
 Gan. Now he that made me,knowes I fee thee ill : 
 Illin my felfe to fee,and in'thee;{eeing ill, 
 Thy death-bed is no leffer then the Land, 
 Wherein thoulyeft in repistation ficke, 
 
 | And thou tooscare-leffe patient as thou art, 
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 | Commit’{i thy anointed:body to the cure 
 
 Of thofe Phyfitions,that firit wounded thee: 
 Athoufand Hatterers fit within thy Crowne, 
 Whofe compatie isno bigger then thy hand, 
 
 | And yet:incaged in “o {maila Verge, 
 ‘The wafte is no. whit leffer then thy Land. 
 } Ohhad thy Grandfire witha Prophets eye, 
 
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 From forth thy reach he:would have laid thy fhame, 
 
 ’ ere thee before thou wert poffeft, 
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 ich art pofleft now to depofe thy felfe. 
 
 | Why(Cofine) werethou Regent of the;world, © 
 } It werea fhame tolet his Land by leafe : 
 
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 But for. thy world enjoying but this Land, 
 
 ATsit not more then fhame,to fhame it fo ? 
 
 4 Landlord of Engiand art thou, and not King: 
 
 at ftate of Law,is bondflave to the law, 
 
 } Rich, And thou,a lunatickeleane-witted foole, 
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 ‘Dar’ft with thy frozen admonition 
 
 Make pale our cheeke, chafing the Royall blood 
 With fury,from his native refidence? 
 
 Now by my Seates right Royall Majeftic, 
 ‘Wer’ thou not Brother to great awards fone; 
 This tongue that runs {0 roundly in thy head, 
 
 ould run thy head fiom thy unreverent fhoulders. 
 
 _ Gaz. Oh {pare me not,my brothers Edwards fonne, 
 Forthac I was his Father Edwards fonne : 
 
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 | (Whom faire befall in heaven mongft happy foules) 
 May bea prefident,and witneffe good, 
 
 That thou refpest’lt not {pilling Edwards blood : 
 
 | Toyne with the prefent fickeneffe that ] have, 
 
 And thy unkindneffe be like crooked age, 
 
 To crop at once a too-lone wither’d flowre: 
 Live in thy fhame,but dye not fhame with thee, 
 Thefe words hereafter,th y tormentors be. ; 
 ‘Convey me to my bed,then to my grave. sets 
 ve they to live,that love and honor have. Exit 
 Rich, And let them dye,that age and {ullens have, 
 ‘both haft thou, and both become the grave. 
 
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 : Ee _ Yor. I doe iret Majeltie impute his words 
 
 To wayward ficklineffe,and age in him : 
 
 _| He loves you on my life,and holds you deere 
 | As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he heere. 
 
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 Rich. Right,youfay trne : as Herefordslove;fo his’; 
 | As theirs,fo mine : and all be as itis. 
 
 Exter Northumberland. 
 
 Rich. What fayes he? 
 
 Xor. Nay nothing, allis {aid : 
 His tongue is now a {tringlefle inftrument; 
 Words, life,and all,old Lancafter hath fpent. 
 
 Yor, Be Yorke thenext, that maf be bankrupt fo, 
 Though death be poore,it ends a mottall wo. 
 
 Rich. The ripedt fruit firtt fals,and fo doth he, 
 His time is {pent,our pilgrimage mutt be : 
 So much for that.. Now tor our Irifh warres, 
 We mutt fupplane thofe rough rug-headed Kernes, 
 W hich live like venom,where no venom elfe 
 But onely they have privil:dge to'live. 
 And for thefe great affayres do aske fome charge 
 Towards our affiftance,we do feize to us 
 The plate,coyne,and revennewes,and moveables, 
 Whereof our Vacle Ganat did {tand poffelt. 
 __ Yor, How long fhail 1 be patient ? Oh haw long 
 Shail tender dutie make me {uffer wrong ? 
 Not Glouftersdeath,nor Herefords banifhment, 
 Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands private wrongs 
 Nor the prevention of poore Bullingbrooke, 
 About his marriage,nor my owne difgrace 
 Have ever madé me fowre my patient cheeke, 
 Or bend one wrinkle on my Soveraignes face : 
 Tam the lalt of noble Edwards fonnes, 
 Of whom thy father Prince of Wales was firft; 
 In warres was never Lyon rag’d more fierce : 
 In peace, was never gentle Lambe more milde, 
 Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman : 
 His face thou haft;tor even{o4ook’d he 
 
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 . Accomplith'd with the number of thy howers : 
 
 But when he frown‘d, it was againft the French, 
 And not againtt his friends : his noble hand 
 Did win what he did {pend : and {pent not that 
 Which his triumphant fathers hand had won : 
 His hands were guiltie of no kindreds blood, 
 But bloody with the enemies of his kinne : 
 Oh Richard,Yorke is too farre gone with greefe, 
 Or elfe he never would compare betweene. 
 
 Rich. Why Vncle, 
 What'sthe matter ? : 
 
 Yor. Ohmy Liege,pardon me if you pleafe,ifnot 
 I pleas'd not to be pardon’d,am content'with all : 
 Seeke yon to {eize,and gripe into your hands 
 
 The Royalties and Rights of banifh’d Hereford? 
 
 Is not Gast dead? and doth not Hereford live? 
 Was net Gasxt juft ? and is not Harry true ? 
 Did not the one deferve to have an heyre > 
 Is not his heyre a well-deferving fonne? 
 Take Herefords rights away,and take from time 
 His Charters,and hiscuftomarie rights; 
 Let not to morrow then infue to day, 
 Be not thy felfe. For how art thou a King 
 But by faire fequence and fuceeffion ? 
 Now afore God,God forbid I fay true, 
 If you doe wrongfully {eize Herefords right, 
 Callin his Letters Parentsthat he hath 
 By bis Atturneyes generall,to fue 
 His Liverie,and denie his offer’d homage, 
 You plucke a thoufand dangers on your head,’ 
 You loofe a thoufand well-difpofed hearts, 
 And pricke my tender patience to thofe rhoughts 
 Which honor aud aliegeance cannot thinke. 
 
 Rie Thinke what you will: we {cife into our hands, | 
 His plate,his goods,his money,and his lands, 
 
 Tor. He not be by the while : My Leige farewell, 
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 What willenfue hereof,there’s none can tells 
 But by bad courfes may be underftood, 
 That their events can never fail out good. Exits 
 |” Rich. Go Bufriero the Earle of wiltfbire fixcight y 
 Bid him repaire to us to Ely houfe,. 
 To fee this bufineffe: to morrow next 
 We will for /re/and, and ‘tis time, Ltrow : 
 And wecreate in abfence of our felfe 
 Our Vnckle Yorke,Lord Governor of England : 
 For he is juft,and alwayes lov'd.us well. 
 Come on our Queene,to merrow mutt wepart, 
 Be merry,for our tinte of {tay is fhort. Flourift. 
 Manet North.Willoughby,and Rolf. 
 Nor. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancafter is dead. 
 Roff. And living too,for now his fonne is Duke. 
 will. Barely in title,not in revennew- 
 Nor. Richiy in both, if juftice had her right. 
 Roff. My heart is great:but it muft break with filence 
 Er’t be disburthen’d with a liberall tongue. 
 Nor.Nay {peake thy mind:& let him ne’r fpeake more 
 That {peak es thy. words againe to doe thee harme. 
 wil. Tendsthat thou dft fpeaketo th’ Du.of Hereford? 
 If it be fo,out, with it boldly man: 
 Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him. 
 Roff. No good at all that J can doe for him, 
 Vnileile you call it good to pitie him, 
 Bereft and gelded of his patrimonie. ; 
 
 Nor. Nowafore heaven, ‘its fhame fuch wrongs are 
 
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 In hima royall Prince,and many moe 
 Of noble blood in this declining Land ; 
 | The King is not himfelfe,but bafely led 
 By flatterers,and what they will informe 
 Meerely in hate *gainft any: of us all, 
 t hat will the King feverely profecute 
 *Gaintt us,our lives our children,and our heires- 
 Roff-The Commons hath he pill’d with greevous taxes 
 And quite loft their hearts : the Nobles hath he fin’de 
 For ancient quarrels,and quite loft their hearts. 
 wil. And daily new exactionsare devis'd, 
 As blankes,benevolences,and I wot not what: 
 But what o’Gods name doth become of this ? 
 Nor. Wars hath not walted it,for war'd he hath nor, 
 But bafely ycelded upon comprimize, 
 That which his Anceftors atchieu’d with blowes : 
 More hath he {pent in peace,then they in warres. 
 Rof: The Earle of Wiultthire hath the realme in Farme. 
 Wil. The King’s growne bankrupt like a broken man, 
 Nor. Reproach,and diffolution hangeth over him. 
 Rof: Hehath not monie for thefe Inith warres: 
 (His burthenous taxations notwith{tanding) 
 But by the robbing of the banifh’d Duke. 
 Nor. His noble Kinfnan,moft degenerate King : 
 But Lords,we hearethis fearefull tempeft fing, 
 Yet feeke no fhelter toavoyd the ftorme : 
 We fce the winde fit fore upon our failes, 
 And yet we ftrike not,but fecurely perith. 
 Rof, We {ce the very wracke that we muk fuffer, 
 And unavoydedis the danger now 
 For fuffering £0 the caufes of our wracke. 
 Nor.Not-{o: even through the hollow eyes of death , 
 I {pie life peering : but I dare not fay 
 How neere the tidings ofour comfort ise 
 wil, Nay letus fhare thy thoughts,as thou doft ours. 
 Rof Be confident to fpeake Northumbeuland, 
 Wethree,are but thy felfe,and {peaking fo, 
 
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 Thy words are butas thoughts,therefore be bold... ‘ 
 
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 Nor. Then thus: I have from Port le Blan “ - 
 
 A Bay in Britaine,receiv d intelligence, a 
 That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainald Lord Cobham,” : ie 
 That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, ©‘ oe 
 His brother Archbifhop,late of (‘anterbury, 
 
 Sir Thomas Erpingham,Siy lob Rainfton, 
 
 Sir Lobn Norberie,Six Robert Waterton,and Francis 
 All thefe well furnifh’d by the Duke of Britain, 
 
 With eight tall hips, threethoufand men of ware” 
 
 Aremaking hither with altdue expedience, 
 
 And fhortly meane to touch our Northerne fhore 
 
 Perhaps they had ere this,but that they ftay 
 
 The firft departing of the King for Ireland. 
 
 If then we fhall fhake off our flavifh yoake, 
 
 Impe ont our drooping Countries broken wing,» ” 
 
 Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemifh’d'C 
 
 Wipe off the duft thar hides our Scepters gilt, 
 
 Andmake high Majeftie lookelike it felfe,  * 
 
 Away with me in polte to Raven/pargh, 
 
 But if you faint,as fearing to doe fo, 
 
 Stay,and be fecret,and my feife will go. at 
 Rof. To horfe,to horfe,urge doubts to them that fi 
 Wil. Hold out my horfe,and 1 will firft be there. 7” 
 
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 Bur. Madam your Majelty is too much fad; 
 ‘You promis’d when you parted with theKing, 
 To lay afide felfe-harming heavinefle, 4 
 And entertaine a cheerefuli difpofition. ng 
 
 Qu. To pleafe the King,I did : to pleafe my fel 
 
 I cannot doe it : yet 1 know no canfe ee 
 Why I fhould welcome fuch a gueftas greefe, 
 Save bidding farewell to fo {weet a gueit 
 Asmy {weet Richard, yet againe me thinkes 
 Some unborne forrow,ripe in fortunes wombe 5 
 Is comming towards me,andmy inwardfoule | | 
 With nothing trembles,at fomething it greeves; | | 
 More than with parting from my Lord the King» 
 
 Bufb.Each fubftance of a greefe hath twenty 4 
 Which fhewes like greefe it felfe,but is not fo : 
 For forrowes eye,glazed with blinding teares, 
 Divides onething intire,to many objects, 
 Like per{pectives, which rightly gaz‘d upon 
 Shew nothing but confufion,ey dawry, 
 Diftinguith forme : fo your {weet Majeltie 
 Looking awry upon your Lords departure, 
 
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 Which look’d on as itis,isnought but fhadowes. 
 
 Of what it is not : then thrice-gracious Qyeenes 
 
 More then your Lords departure weepe not,more s 
 
 Or 1f itbe,’tis with falfe forrowes eye, 
 
 Which for thingstrue,weepe things imaginarys 
 Ou. \emay be fo : but yet my inward foule 
 
 Perfwades meit is otherwife : how ereit be, 
 
 I cannot but be fad : fo heavy fad, oe 
 
 As though on thinking on no thought I thinke, 
 
 Makes me with heavy nothing faint and fhrinke. 
 Buf. ’Tis nothing but conceit (my gracious Lad 
 
Qu. “Tis nothing leffe : conceit is ftill deriu’d 
 
 From fome fore-father greefe,mine is not fo, 
 
 | For nothing hath begot my fomcthing greefe, 
 
 | Or fomething,hath the nothing that 1 greeve; 
 
 | ?Tis in reverfion that I doe pofleffe, 
 
 | But what itis,that.is nor yet knowne,what 
 
 | Icannot name,’tis nameletfe woe 1 wor 
 
 Bee dehic corto Enter Greene. 
 
 | Gree, Heaven fave your Majefty,and wel met Gentle- 
 
 | | Thope the King is nog yct fhipt for Ireland. | (men; 
 | 4 Why hop’ft thod fo 2 “Tis better hope he is: 
 
 | | For hisdefignes crave hafte,good hopes 
 
 | Then wherefore doftthou hope he is notfhipt ? 
 
 _| and driven into defpaire an enemies hope, 
 Who ftrongly hath fer footing in this Land, 
 | | The banith’d Bulngbrooke repeales himfelfe, 
 | And with npdliteedd Armesis fafe arriu’d 
 At Raven/purg. 
 
 2u. Now God in heaven forbid. 
 (| Gree, Madam ’tis too true: and that is worfe, 
 _ | The L.Northumberland;his yong fonne, Henry Percies 
 The Lords of Roffe,Beaumond,and willonghby , 
 With all their powerfull frtends are fled to him, 
 “| 34%. Why have you not proclaim’d Northumberland 
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 | Gree. We have : whereupon the Earle of Worcefter 
 _| Hath broke his ftaffe,refign’d his Stewardthip, 
 _ | Andalthe houfhold fervants fled with him to Bullenbrook 
 | Qu. So Greenethouart the midwife of my woe, 
 _ | And Baliibrooke my forrowes difmall heyre: 
 _ | Now hath my foule brought forth her prodigie, 
 _ | And Ia gasping new delivered mother, 
 Have woe to woe,forrow to forrow joyn'd. 
 
 Bufh« Defpaire not Madam. 
 
 2u. Who fhalt hinder me? 
 
 | Twill defpaire,and beat enmitie 
 _ | With couzening hope ; heis a Flatterer, 
 | AParafite,a keeper backe of death, 
 | Who gently would diffolve the bands of life, 
 
 Enter Yorke, 
 Gree. Heere comesthe Duke of Yorke. 
 ' | Qs. With fignes of warre about his aged iecke, 
 | Oh full of carefull bufineffe are his lookes : 
 y | Vackle,for heavens fake {peake comfortable words. 
 Yo. Comfort’s in heaven,and we are on the earth, 
 Where nothing lives but croffes, care and greefe : 
 Your husband he is gone to fave farre off, 
 | Whilft others come to make his loofe at home : 
 | Heere am Iefttounderprop his Land, 
 
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 | Who weake with age,cannot fupport my felfe: 
 E | Now comés his ficke houre that his furfer made, 
 _ | Now thall he try hisfriendsthat flattered him. 
 Enter & Servaut. 
 Ser. My Lord,your fonne was gone before I came. 
 _ Yor. He was : why fo, goall which way it will: 
 _ | The Nobles they are fled,the Commons they are cold, 
 {| And will I feare revolt on Herefords fide. 
 _ | Sirrager'theeto Plathic to my filter Glofter, 
 ‘| Bid her fend me prefently athoufand pound, 
 Ho'd, ake my Ring. ’ 
 Ser, My Lord, had fo:got 
 Totell your Lordfhip,to day I came by, and cajl’d there, 
 | But I thali greeve you to report the reft. 
 Yor, What ist knave > - 
 
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 Gree. That he our hope,might have retyr’d his po wer; 
 
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 Ser. An houre before I came,the Dutcheffe di’de. 
 
 Yor. Heav’n for his mercy what a tide of woes 
 Come rufhing on this wofull Land at once ? 
 
 I know not what to doe : I would ro heaven 
 (So my untruth hadnvt provok’d him to it) 
 The King had cut offmy head with my brothers: 
 What,are there pottes difpatcht for Ireland ? 
 How thall we doe for mony for thefewarres ?- 
 Come fifter (Cozen { would fay) pray pardonme: _ 
 Go follow,get thee home,provide fome Carts, - 
 And bring away the Armour that is there. 
 Gentlemen,will you mufter men 2. 
 IfI know how,or which way to orderthefe affaires 
 Thus diforderly thrutt into my hands, 
 Neverbeleeve me. Botlrare my kinfnen, 
 Th’one is my Soveraigne,whom both.my oath 
 And dutie bids defend ; th'othcragaine 
 Is my kinfman,whom the King hath wrong’d, 
 Whom confcience,and'my kindred bids tosight. 
 Well,fomewhat we mutt do : Come Cozen, 
 Ie difpofe of you.. Gentlemen, go. mutter up your men, 
 And meer me prefently at Barkley Caitle : 
 I thould to,Plathy too : but time willnot permit, 
 All isuneven,& every thing is left-at fix and even. Exit. 
 Bufo. The wind fits faire for newes to go to Ireland, 
 ‘But none returnes ; For us to levy power 
 Proportionabletoth’enemy,isall impoflible, 
 Gre. Belides our neereneffe to the King in love, 
 Isneere the hate of thofe love not the King. 
 
 Bag.And that’s the wavering Commons,for their love 
 Lies in their purfes,and who fo empties them; , 
 By fo much fils their hearts with deadly hate. 
 
 _ Bub, Wherein the king ftands generally eondemn d. 
 
 Bag. If judgement lye in them,then fo do we, 
 Becanfe we have beene ever neerethe King. 
 
 Gree. Well:1 will for refuge ftreight to Briftoll Cattle, 
 
 The Earle of Wiltthireis already there. 
 Bub. Thither will | with you,for little office 
 
 Will the hatefuil Commons performe for us; 
 
 Except like Curres,to teare us all in peeces: 
 
 Willyou goe along withus ? 
 Bag. No,I will to Ireland to his Majeftie : 
 
 Farewell, if hearts prefages be not vaine, 
 
 We three here part,thatneu’r fhall meete againe. 
 Bu. That's as Yorke thrives to beatebacke Buliinbrooke } 
 Gr. Alas poore Duke,the taske he undertakes 
 
 Is numbring fands,and drinking Oceans drie, 
 
 Where one on his fide fights ,thoufands will flye. 
 Bulb. Farewell at once,for once,for all,and ever. 
 Well,me may meete agdine. 
 Bag. I feare me never 
 
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 Enter the Duke of Herefordand Northum- 
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 Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Barkley now ? 
 Nor. Beleeve me noble Lord, 
 Tama ftranger here in Gloufterthire, 
 Thefe high wilde hilles,and rough uneeven wayes, 
 Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearifome : 
 And yet our faire difcourfe hathbeeneas fugar, 
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 Making the hard way fweet and delectable « 
 But 1 bethinke me,what a wearie way 
 From Ravenfpurgh to Cottfhold will be found, 
 In Roffe and Willoughby wanting your compaliie, 
 Which I proteft hath very much beguild 
 The tedioufneffe,and proceffe of my travel : 
 But theirs is fweetned with the hopé to have 
 The prefent benefit that I poffeffe : 
 And hope to joy;islittle lefle in yoy, ~ 
 Then hope enjoy’d By this, the wearte Lords 
 Shall make their way fcéme fhort,as mine hath done, 
 By fight of what I have,your Noble Companie- 
 Bulle Of much lee value isiny Conmipanie, 
 Then your good words : but who comes here? 
 Enter BPercys 
 XN orth. itis my Sonne,young Hairy Percie, 
 Sent from my brother Worcefter : W hence foever. 
 Ha’ry,how tares your Vncekle ? : 
 Percie. 1 had thought, my Lord,to Have learn’d his 
 health of you. 
 North. Why,is he not with the Queene ? 
 Percie.No,my good Lord;he hath forfooke the Court, 
 Broken his State of Ontice,and difperft 
 The Houfehold of theKing- 
 North. W hat was his reafon ? 
 He was not fo refolv’d;when'we lat fpake together. 
 Percie.Becaufe your Lordthip was proclaimed Traitor. 
 But hee,my Lordjis'gone to Ravenfpurgh, 
 To offer fervice to the Duke of Hereford, 
 And fent'me-over by Barkely ,to difcover : 
 What power the Duke of Yorke had levied there; 
 Then with direction to repaife toRaven{purgh. 
 North. Have you forgot thé Duke of Hereford(Boy.) 
 Percit. No,my good Lord’; for that is notiforgot 
 Which ne’re I did renteiriber:to my knowledge, - 
 I never in my life didlooke on him: 
 North. Then kearne to know him now : this isthe 
 Duke. ; ; 
 Percie. My gracious Lord,I tender you my fervice, 
 Such as it is,being tender,raw,and young, 
 Which elder dayes fhail ripen and confirme 
 To moreapproved fervice,and defert.. - 
 Bull. \thanke thee gentle Peree,and be fure 
 I count my feife in nothing elfe fo happy, 
 As in aSouleremembring my good Friends : 
 And as my fortune ripens with thy Love, 
 _It thall be ftill thy true Loves recompence, 
 
 My heart this covenant makes,my hand thus feales it. 
 North. How farre is itto Barkely ? and what itirre 
 Keepes good old Yorke there, with his Men of Warre? 
 
 Percie. There {tands the Caltle,by yond tuft of Trees, 
 Mann’d with three hundred men,as 1 have heard, 
 And init are the Lords of Yorke, Barkely and Seymor , 
 None elfe of Name, and.noble eftimate. 
 : - Enter Rolfe and Willoughby. 
 North. Here come the Lords of Roffe and Willoughby, 
 Bloody with fpurring, fierie red w’th haite. 
 Bull, Welcome my Lords,! wot your love purfues 
 A banifht Traitor ; all my Treafurie 
 Is yet but unfeit thank es, which more enrich‘d, 
 Shall be your love,and labours recompence. 
 Roffe. Your prefence makes us rich,moft NobleLord. 
 will. And fare farmounts our labour to attaine it. 
 Bull. Evermore thankes, th’'Exchequer of the poore, 
 Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres, 
 | | Stands for my Bountie : but who comes here ? 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the fecond. 
 
 Enter Berkely. rd 
 North. Icismy Lord of Barkely,as I gheffe. 
 Bark. My Lord of Hereford,my Meflage is to yous 
 Bull. My Lord,my anfwer isto Lancafter, 
 And I am come to feeke that Name in England, 
 And I mutt finde that Title in your Towne, se 
 Before I make reply to aught you fay. ; 
 Bark. Miftake me not,my Lord,’tis not my meaning 
 To'raze one title of your honour out. : eS 
 To you, my Lord,! come (what Lord you will) 
 From-the moft glorious of this Land, 
 The Duke of Yorke;to 
 To take advantage of the abfent time, oe 
 And fright our Native Peace with {elfe-borne Armes. > 
 Enter Yorke. eKs ai! 
 Bull. 1 fhallnot need tranfpert my words by you,” 
 Herecomes his Grace in Perton:My Noble Vackhes 
 
 Yor. Shew me thy humble heart,and not thy knee, 7} 
 
 Whofe duticis deceivable, and falfe. 
 Bull. My gracious Vackle. se 
 Yor. Tut,tut,Grace me no Grace,nor Vnekle me 
 Tam no Traytors Vnckle ; and that word Grace, 
 
 In an ungracious mouthyis butprophane. 
 
 Why have thefe bariith’d,and torbidden Legges, -) }) 
 
 Dar’d once to rouch a Duft of Englands Ground? 
 
 But more then why,why havethcy dar’d to march) 
 So'many miles upon her peacefull Bofome, - oe 
 Frighting her pale-fuc'd Villages with Ware; ~ 
 
 And oftentation of'defpifed Armes ? 
 
 Com’ft thoubecaufe th’anoynted King is hence? - 
 Why foolifh Boy;the King is left behind, 
 
 And in my Joyall Bofome lyes his power. _ 
 
 Were I but now the Lord of fuch hot youth, 
 
 As when brave Gaunt,thy Father,and thy feife 
 Refcued the Black Prince,that yong AZars of men,} 
 
 From forth the Rankes of many thoufand French: j~ | 
 
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 Oh then, how quickly fhould this Arme of mine, 
 Now Prifoner to the Palfie,chaftife thee, 
 And minifter correction to thy Fault. 4 
 Bull. My gracions Vnckle,let me know my Fault, — 
 On what condition ftands it, and wherein ? 
 Yor. Evenin condition of the worft degree, 
 In grofle Rebellion, and detefted Treafon : 
 Thouart.abanifh’d man,and here art come 
 Before th’expiration of thy time, 
 In braving Armes againft thy Soveraigne. 
 Bull. Asli was banith'd,1 was banifh’d 
 But as I come,[ come for Lancafter. 
 And Noble Vnckle,I befeech your Grace 
 Looke onmy Wrongs with an indifferent eye 
 You are my Father,for me thinkesinyou 
 I {ee old Gauatalive-Oh then my Father, oh 
 Will you permit,that I fhall ftandcondemn’d ¥ 
 A wandring Vagabond ; my Rights and Royalties ~ 
 Pluckt from my armes perforce,and given away 
 To upfart Vathrifts? W herefore was lborne?? 
 Ifthat my Confin King,be KingofEngland, = 
 It mutt be graunted,I am Duke of Lancafter. 
 You have a Sonne,z4umerlesmy Noble Kinfman, 
 Had you firft died and he beene thus trod downe, ~ 
 He fhould have found his Vuckle G asnta Father, 
 Torowze his Wrongs,andchafe them tothe bays 
 I am denyde to fue my Liverie here, Me 
 And yet my Letters Patents giveme leave: 
 My Fathers goods areali diliray nd,and fold, 
 And thefe,and all,areall amiffe imployd. 
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 What would you have me doe? Tama fubjet, 
 And challenge Law: Attorneyes are denyde me , 
 And cheretore pertonaily I lay my claime 
 
 To mine inheritance of tree Dei cent. 
 
 North, ihe Noble Duke hath beene too muchabusd. 
 
 Ro: it itands your Grace upon, to doe him right. 
 Wile. Bale meu by hise€ndowments are made great. 
 York, My Lords of England, let me tell you this, 
 I have had reeling of my Cofens Wrongs, © 
 Andlabour'd aii 1 could to doe him right” 
 But in this kind, to come in braning Armes, 
 Be his owe Carver, and cut out his way, 
 To find our Right with wrongs, it may not be; 
 , Aad you that duc abet him in this kind, 
 Cherifh Rebellion, and are Rebels all. 
 ‘North. The Nobie Duke hath fworne his comming is 
 But for his owne ;.and for the right of that, 
 “We all have ftrongly {worneto give him ayd, 
 And let him nev’r fee Ioy,that breakes that Oath- 
 York, Well, well, I tee the iffue of thefe Armes, 
 I cannot mend it, I muit needes confeffe, 
 Becaufe my power is weake and all ill left: 
 | But if I could,by him that gaveune lite, 
 IT would attach you all, aad make you ftoope 
 Vato the Soueraigne mercy of the King. 
 But fince I cannor, be it knowne to vou, 
 Idoeremaineas Neutcr.$o fare you well, 
 Vnieiie you pleafe to enter inthe Caftle, 
 _ And there repofe you for this Night. 
 Ball. An oifer Vackle, that we will accept : 
 But we muit winne yourGrace to goe with us 
 To Brittow Caitie, which they fay 1s held 
 By Bulrie, Bagot, and their Complices, 
 
 Which t have fworne to weed, and plucke away. 
 York, 1t may be I willgo with you: but yet Ile pawfe, 
 For Lam loth to breake our Countries Lawes: 
 
 } Nor Friends, nor Foes,to me welcome youare, 
 | Things paft redrefie, are now withme paft care. Exevnt. 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Eater Salisbury, anda Captaine, 
 
 Capt. My Lord of Salisbury,we have ftayd ten dayes, 
 ‘And hardly kept your Countrey men together, 
 _ | And yet we heare no tidings from the King; 
 Thereforewe will difperfe our felves: farewells 
 | _ Sad. Stay yet another day, thou truitie Wdchman, 
 The King repofeth all his confidence in thee. 
 |. Capt. Tis thought the King is dead,we will not flay; 
 (The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither’d, 
 __| And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heaven; 
 __| Thepaic-fac’de Moone lookes bloody onthe Earth, 
 __| And ieane.lookt Prophets whifper fearefull change; 
 | Rich men looke fad, and Ruffians danceandeape, 
 _ | The one in feare,to lofe what they enjoy, 
 ‘| Ze other toenjoy by Rage, and Warre : 
 | Thefefignes fore-run the death of Kings. 
 __| Earewell;our Countreymen are goneand fled, 
 ‘As Well affur’d Richard their King is dead. . Exits 
 
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 Sal. Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind, 
 I fee thy Glory, like a fhooting Starre, 
 Fall to the bafe Earth, from the Firmament : 
 Thy Sunne fets weeping in the lowly Weft. 
 Witnefling Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrett: 
 Thy Friends are fled; to wait upon thy Foes, 
 
 And croffely to thy good, all fortune goes. Exit. 
 
 Atlus Tertius. Scena Prima, 
 
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 Enter Bullingbrooke, Yorke, Northumberland, 
 Roffe, Percie, Willoughby, with Bulbie 
 and Greene Prsfonerss 
 
 Bull. Bring forth thefe men : 
 Bufhie and Greene, I willnot vex your foules, 
 (Since prefently your foules mutt part your bodyes) 
 With too much urging your pernitiouslives, 
 For ’twere no Charitie : yet to wath your blood 
 From off my hands, here inthe view of men, 
 I will unfold fome caufes of your deaths. 
 You have mis-led a Prince, a Royall King, 
 A happy Gentleman in Blood, and Lineaments, 
 By you unhappied, and disfigur’d cleane : 
 You have in manner with your finfiill houres 
 Madea Divorce betwixt his Queene and him, 
 Broke the poffeflion of a Royall Bed, 
 And {tayn’d the beautie ofa faire Queenes Cheekes, 
 With teares drawn fro her eyes,with your foule wrongs. 
 My {eifea Prince, by fortune of my birth, 
 Necre to the King in blood, and neere in love, 
 Tillyoudid make him mif-interprete me, 
 Have ftoopt my necke under your injuries, 
 And figh'd my Englith breath in forraine Clouds, 
 Eating the bitter bread of banifhment ; 
 While you have fed upon my Seignories, 
 Dif- park’d my Parkes and fell'd my Forreft Woods ; 
 From mine owne W indowes torne my Houfchold Coat, 
 Raz’d out my Impreffe, leaving me no figne, 
 Save mens Opinions,and ‘my living blood, » 
 To fhew the world I am a Gentleman. 
 This, and much more, much more then twice all this, 
 Condemnes you to the death : feethem delivered over 
 To execution, and the hand of death. 
 Bujie. More welcome is the ftroke of deathto me, 
 Then Bulsngbrooke to England, 
 Gree. My comfort is,that Heaven will rake our foules; 
 And plague Iniuftice with the paines of Hell. 
 Bull. My Lord Northumberland fec them difpatch’d; 
 Vnckle, you fay the Queene is at your Houfe, 
 For Heavens fake fairely let her be entreated, 
 Tell her I fendto her my kindcommends; 
 Take {peciall care my Greetings be deliver’d. 
 York, A Gentleman of mine? have difpatch’d 
 With Letters of your love, to her at large. 
 Bull. Thankes gentle Vncle: come Lords away, 
 To fight with Glendewre, and his Complices ; 
 A while to worke, and after holliday. 
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 Drums: Elourifo, and Colours. 
 
 Enter Richard, Anmerle,Carlile,and Souldierse 
 
 Rich. Barkloughly Cattle call you this at hand ? 
 e4«, Yca,my Lord:how brooks yout Grace the ayre, 
 After your late toffing onthe breaking Seas? 
 Rich. Needesmutt | like it well : T weepe for ioy 
 To ftand upon my Kingdome once againe: 
 Deere Earth, I doe falute thee with my hand, , 
 Though Rebels wound thee with their Horfes hoofes: 
 As along parted Mother with her Child,: ‘ 
 Playes fondly with her teares, and {miles in meeting 5 
 So weeping, {miling, greet I thee the Earth, 
 And doethee fanor with my Royall hands. 
 Feed not thy Soveraigns Foe, my gentle Earth, 
 Nor with thy fweetes, comfort his ravenous fences 
 But let thy Spiders that fucke up thy Venome, 
 And heavie-gated Toades lye in their way, 
 Doing annoyance to thetrecherousfeete, 
 Which with ufurping fteps doc trample thee. 
 Yeeld ftinging Nettles to mine Enemies ; : 
 And when they from thy Bofome plucke a Flower, 
 Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder, 
 Whofe double tongue may with a mortall touch 
 Throw death upon thy Soveraignes Enemies. 
 Mocke not my fenceleffe Conjuration: Lords 5 
 This Earth fhall have a feeling, and thefe Stones 
 Prove armed Souldiers, ere; her Native King 
 Shall falter under foule Rebellious Armes. 
 Car.Fcare not my Lord, that Power that made yeu King 
 Hath power to keepe you King, in {pight of all- 
 eum. He meanes, my Lord,that we are too remiffe, 
 Whileft Bulingbrooke through their fecurity, 
 Growes {trong and great, in fubftance and in friends. 
 Rich. Difcomfortable Coufin, knoweft thou not, 
 That when the fearching Eye of heaven is hid 
 Behind the Globe, that lights the lower World, 
 Then Theeuesand Robbers raunge abroad unfeene, 
 In Murthers and in out-rage bloody here : 
 But when from under this Terreftriall Ball 
 He fires the prowd tops of the Eafterne Pines, 
 And darts his Lightning through ev'ry guiltie hole, 
 Then Murthers, Treafons and detef{ted finnes 
 (The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs) 
 Stand bare and naked, trembling at themfelves. 
 So when this Thecfe, this Traytor Bulingbreoke, 
 Who all this while hath revell’d in the Night, _ 
 | Shall {ee us rifing in our Throne, the Eaft, 
 His Treafons will fit blufhing in his face, 
 Not able to endure the fight of Day ; 
 But felfe-affrighted, tremble at his finne. 
 Not all the water in the rough rude Sea 
 Can wath the Balme from an anoynted King ; 
 The breath of wordly men cannot depofe 
 The Deputie elected by the Lord : 
 For every man that Ballingbrooke hath preft, 
 To lift fhrewd Steele againft our Golden Crowne, 
 Heaven for his Richard hath in heavenly pay 
 
 A glorious Angell : then if Angels fight, 
 
 Weake men mutt fall,for HA@ven {till guards the right. v4 
 
 Enter Salts bury. 
 Welcome my Lord, how farre off lyes your Power r Oe | 
 Salish. Nor neere, nor farther off, my gracious Lord, 
 Then this weake arme; difcomfort guides my tongue, 
 And bids me {peake of nothing but defpaire : 
 One day too late, I feare (my Noble Lord) 
 Hath clouded all my happie dayes on Earth: 
 Oh call backe Yefter day, bid time returne, 
 And thou fhalt have twelve thoufand fighting men: 
 To day, today, unhappie day too late 
 Orethrowes thy Ioyes, Friends, Fortune,and thy tate. 
 For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead, 
 Are gone to Bullingbrooke, difpertt, and fled. 
 eum, Comfort my Liege, why lookes your Grace fo | 
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 ‘ Rich. But now the blood of twentie thoufand men 
 Did triumph in my face, and they are fled, 
 And till fo much blood thither come agatne, 
 Have I not reafon to looke pale, and dead? 
 All foules that will be fafe, lye from my fide, 
 For time hath fet a blot upon iy pride. 
 Aum, Comfort my Liege, remember who you ares 
 Rich. 1 had forgot my felfe. Am I not King? 
 Awake thou flaggard Majeftie, thou fleepeft : 
 Is notthe Kings Name fortie thoufand Names? 
 Arme,arme my Name : a punieftibjet ftrikes 
 Atthy great glory. Looke not to the ground, 
 Ye Favorites of a King : are we not high? 
 High be our thoughts : I know my Vackle Torke 
 Hath Power enough te ferve our turne, 
 But who comes here? Enter Scroope =f 
 Scroope. More health and bappineffe betide my Leige | 
 Then can my care-tun’d tongue deliver him. mF 
 Rich. Mine eare is open, and my heartprepar'd:, | 
 The worft is worldly loffe, thou canft untold 
 Say, Is my Kingdome loft? why twas my Care ¢ 
 And what loffe is it to be rid of Care? 
 Strives Bullingbrooke to be as great as we? 
 Greater he fhall not be: If he ferve God, 
 Weel ferve him too, and bee his Fellow fo. 
 Revolt our fubjects ?. That we cannot mend, 
 They breake their Faithto God as well as us = 
 Cry Woe, Deftruction,Ruine, Loffe, Decay, 
 The worft is Death,and death will have his day. 
 
 Scroope. Gladam I, that your Highneffe is foamd | | 
 
 To beare thetidings of Calamitie. 
 
 Like an unfeafonable ftormie day, 
 Which make the filver Rivers drowne their Shores, 
 As if the World were all diffolu’dto teares : 
 
 So high, above his Limits, {wellsthe Rage 
 
 Of Bullingbrooke, covering your fearefull Land bia 
 With hard bright Stecle, and hearts harder then Stecle: | 
 White Beares have arm’d their thin & haireleffeScalps_} 
 Againft thy Majefty, and Boyes with Womens Voyets; 
 Strive to fpeake bigge, and clap their female joynts 
 
 In ftiffe unwieldie Armes :againft thy Crowne 
 
 ee very Beadf-menlearne to bend their Bowes 
 
 Of double fatall Bugh : againft thy ftate 
 
 Yea Diftaffe-W omen manage ruftie Bills : 
 
 Againft thy Seat both young and old rebell, 
 
 Andall goes worfe then I have power to tell. 
 
 Rich, Too well, too well thou tell’ft a Tale fo ill. 
 Where is the Earle of Wiltfhire? where is Bagot? 
 What is become of Bujbie? where is Greene? ie : | 
 
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That they have let the dangerous Enemy | 
 Meafure our Confines with fich peacefull fteps 2 
 If we prevaile,their hands fhall Pay for it. 
 I warrant they have made peace with Bulli ngbrooke. 
 __ Scroops. Peace have they made with him indeede(my 
 Lord. : i 
 rae Villains, Vipers,damn’d without 
 | Dogges,cafily won to fawne on any man, fun 
 | Snakes ia my heart blood warm’d, that {ting my heart, 
 Three Iudaffes, each one thrice worfe then luda, 
 Would they make peace ? terrible Hell make warre 
 Vpon their {potted Soules for this Offence. 
 _ Scrape, Sweet Love ( I fee ) changing his property, 
 | Turnes to the fowreit, and mott deadly hate : 
 | Againe uncurfe their Soules; their peace is made 
 | With Heads,and not with Hands:thofe whom you curfe 
 | Havefelt the worft of Deaths deftroying hand, - 
 | And lyefull low, grav'din the hollow ground. 
 
 | edum. Is Bufhie, Greene, and the Earle of Wiltthire 
 dead ? : 
 
 Seroope. Yea, all of them at Briftow lott their heads. 
 _ Anm.Where is the Duke my Father with his Power? 
 __ Rich. No matter where, of comfort no man {peake: 
 Le?’s talke of Graves, of Worimes, and Epitaphs, 
 Make'Duft our Paper, and with Rainy-eyes 
 | Write Sorrow in the Bofome of the Earth, 
 __ | Let'schufe Executors, and talke of Wills ; 
 _ | And yet not {0; for what can we bequeath, 
 |_| Save our depofed bodyes tothe ground ? 
 _ | Our Lands, our lives and all are Bullingbrookes, 
 And nothing can we call our Owne, but Death, 
 ‘And that finall Modell of the barren Earth, 
 | Which ferves as pafte, and Cover to our Bones ¢ 
 For Heavens fake Jet us fit upon the ground, 
 And tell {ad ftories of the death of Kings : 
 How fome have beene depos'd, fome flaine in warre ; 
 Some haunted by the Ghotts they have depos’d, 
 Some poyfon'd by their Wives fome fleeping kill’d, 
 | All murther’d. For within the hollow Crowne 
 | That rounds the mortall Temples of aking, 
 " | Keepes Death his Court,and there the Antique fits 
 acting his State; and Srinning at his pompe, 
 _ | Allowing hima breath, a little Scene, 9 
 _ | To Monarchize, be fear’d, and kill with lookes, 
 | Infufing him with felfe and vaine conceit, ©. 
 _ | Asif this Fleth, which walls about our Life, 
 | Were Braffe im regnahle : and humor’d thus, 
 | Comes at the laf, and witha lictle Pinne | 
 _| Boaresthrough his Cattle Walls, and farewell King. 
 | Cover your heads, and mocke hot flefh and’ blood 
 | With folemne Reverence ; throw awa Refpec, 
 _| Tradition, Forme, and Ceremonions dutie, 
 | or you have but miftooke me all this while# > 
 | live with bread like you, fecle Want, 3fi5 
 | Talte Gricfe need Friends : fubjected thus, 
 | | How can you fay to me, Lama King? 
 f i Carl.My Lord; wife men ne’re waile their prefent woes, 
 _ | But prefently prevent the wayes to waile : 
 | ao tarethe Foe, fince feare oppreffeth ftrength, 
 Gives in your weakerieffe, fttength unto your Foe; 
 . ‘Feare, and be flaine, no worfe can come to fight, 
 | And fight and die, is death deftroying death. 
 | Where fearing, dying, payes death fervile breath. 
 | eflum., My Father hath a Power, enquire of him, 
 | And Iearne to makea Body of a Limbe. 
 H Aich:Thon chid'tt me well: proud BullingbrookeL come 
 
 redemption, 
 
 Lhe Life and Death of Richard the 2 feconc', 
 
 Have beene fo briefe with yon,tofhorten vou, 
 
 Leaft you miftake the heavens are ore your head. . 
 Againe their will. But who comes here? 
 Welcome Harry : what, willnot this Caftie 
 
 ' Againft thy entrance. 
 
 To change blowes with thee; for our day of Doone; 
 This ague fit of feare is oveér-blowne, 
 An eafie taske it is to winne our Owne. 
 Say Scroope, where lyestour Wnckle with his Power? 
 Speake {weetely man, although thy lookes be fowre. 
 Scroope. Men judge’by the com plexion of the Skie 
 The ftate and inclination of the day, 
 So may.youby my dull and heavie Eye: 
 My tongue hath but a heavier Tale to fays 
 I play the Torturer, by {mall and {mall 
 To Jengthen out the worft,that mutt be fpoken. 
 Your Vackle Yorke is joyn’d with Bullingbrooke, 
 And all your Northerne Caftles yeelded up, 
 Andall your Southerne Gentlemen in Armeg 
 Vpon his Fa@ion, 
 Rich. Thou hait fayd erlough. 
 Befhrew thee Confin, which didft leade' me forth 
 Of that fweet way I was in, to defpaire : 
 What fay younow? What comfort have we now! 
 By heaven Ile hate him everlaftingly, 
 That bids me be of cotnfort any more: 
 ‘Goe to Flint Caftle,there Ile pine away, 
 A King, Woes flave, thal] Kingly Woe obey: 
 That Power Ihave, difcharge, and let’em goe 
 Toeare the Land, that hath fome hope to grow, 
 ForI have none. Let no man {peake againe- 
 Toalter this, for counfaile is but Vallics © 
 Alum. My Liege, one word. 
 Rich, He does me double wrong; 
 That wounds medvith the flatteries of his tongue. 
 Difcharge my followers : let them hence away, 
 From Richards Night, to Lullingbrooke faire Day, 
 Ps “Exeunt, 
 
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 | Scena T ertia, 
 
 Enter vith Dim and Coloars, BaliighFooke). 
 Yorke, Northumberlatl, Attendan pes: 
 
 Bult, So that by this intelligence we leatne ’* 
 The Welchmen are difpars’d,and Salisbury 
 Is gone tomeet the King, who lately landed; 
 With fome few private friends, upon this Coaft. 
 
 North. The newes is very faire and good; my Lord, | 
 Richard not farre from hence, hath hid his head. ' 
 
 Yor. It would befeeme the Lord Northumberland, 
 To fay King Richard : alacke the heavie day, 
 
 When fucha facred King fhould hide his’ head, 
 
 North. Your Grace mifiakes : onely to be briefe, 3 
 Left I his Tide ont. ts ; ‘ 
 Yor. Thetime hath beetic, ay 
 
 Would you have beenefo briefe with him, he would 
 
 For taking fo the head; your whole heads length. 
 Bull. Miftake not (Vnckle) farther thar you fh sald: 
 
 _ Yor.Takenot (good Confin) farther than you fhoyid, 
 
 Bull. [know it (Vnckle) and oppofe 
 
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 Pers The Caftle royally is manid; my Lord, seedy 
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Fae RE I nT OE I a a OEE 
 
 Bull. Royally ? Why ,it contaynes no King 2 
 
 Per. Yes(my good Lord) 
 
 It doth containe a King : Kind Richard lyes 
 
 Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone, 
 
 And with him,the Lord Aumerle,Lord Salisbury, 
 
 Sir Stephen Seroope,bcfides a Clergi¢ man 
 
 Of holy reverence ; who,Icannotlearnes 
 
 North. Oh,belike it is the Bifhop of Carlile. 
 
 Bul. Noble Lord, 
 
 Goe to the rade Ribs of that ancient Caftle, 
 
 Through Brazen Trumpet fend the breath of Parle 
 
 Into his ruin’d Eares,and thus deliver : 
 
 Henry Bullingbrooke upon his knees doth kiffe 
 
 King Aichardshand,and fends allegeance } 
 
 And true faith of heart to his royall Perfon: hither come 
 
 Evenat his fect, to lay iny Armes and pees 
 
 Provided,that my Banifhment repeal'd, 
 
 And Lands reftor’d againe,be freely graunted : 
 
 If not, Ile ufe th’'advantage of my power, 
 
 And lay the fummers daft with fhowers of blood, 
 
 Rayn’d from the wounds of flaughter’d Englifhmen ; 
 
 The which,how farre off from the mind of Ballingbrooke 
 
 Iis,fuch Crimion Tempett fhould bedrench 
 
 The freth greene Lap of faire King Richards Land, 
 
 My ftooping duty tenderly fhall thew. 
 
 Goe fignific as much,while here we march 
 
 Vponthe Graflic Carpet of this plaine : _ 
 
 " Let’s march without the noyfe of threatning Drum, 
 
 That from this Catties tatter’d Battlements 
 
 Our faire Appointments may be well perus’d. 
 
 Me thinkes King Richard and my felfe fhould meete 
 With no leffe terror than the Elements 
 Of Fireand:Water,when their thundring {moake 
 
 At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heaven : 
 
 Be he the fire,Ile bethe yeetding Water ; ” 
 
 The Rage be his, while on the Isarth I-raine 
 
 My Waters on the Earth,and not on him. 
 
 March on,and marke King Richard how he lookes. 
 Parle without and anfwere within : then a Flomrifi. 
 Enter onthe Walls,Richard,( arlile,Aumerle,Scroop, 
 Salisbury. ~ ; 
 
 See,fee,King Richard doth himfelfe appeare 
 
 As doth the bluthing difcontented Sanne, 
 
 From out the fierie Portal of thg Eaft, 
 
 When he perceives the envious Clouds are bent 
 
 To dimme his glory, and to ftaine the tract 
 
 Of his bright paflage to the Occident. 
 
 York. Yet lookes he like a King : behold his Eye 
 (As bright asis the Eagles) lightens forth 
 Controlling Majeftie : alack, alack, for woe, 
 
 That any harme fhould flaine fo fairea fhow. 
 
 Rich. Weare amaz’d,and thus long have, we ftood 
 To watch the fearefull bending of thy, knee, 
 Becaufe we thought our felfe thy lawfull King : 
 And ifwe be, how dare thy joynts forget 
 To pay the awfull dutie.to our prefence? 
 
 If we be not, fhew us the Hand of God, 
 
 That hath difmifs’d us from our Stewardfhip, 
 
 For well we know, no hand of Blood and Bone 
 
 Can gripe the facred Handle of our Scepter, 
 
 Vnleffe he doe prophane, fteale or ufurpe- 
 
 And though youthinke, that all, as you have done, 
 
 Have torne their foules, by turning them from us, 
 
 And we are barren, and bereft of Friends : 
 
 Yet know, my Matter, God Omnipotent, 
 
 _Is muftring in his Clouds, on our behalfe, 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the fecond. 
 
 That lift your Vaflall Handsageinft my Head; 
 
 ‘| His barbed Steedes to Stables, and his heart 
 
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 Armies of Peftilence, and they fhall ftrike 
 Your Children yet unborne, and unbegot; 
 
 And threat the Glory of my preeious Crownes 
 Tell Bullingbooke, for yond me thinkes he is, 
 
 That every ftride he makes upon my Land, 
 
 Is dangerous Treafon : he is come to ope 
 
 The purple Teftament of bleeding Warre; 
 Butere the Crowne he lookes for, live in peaces- 
 Ten thoufand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes. 
 Shall ill become the Hower of Englands face, 
 
 Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace ye 
 To Scarlet indignation, and bedew 
 
 Her Paftors Graffe with faithfull Englith Blood. 
 
 North. The King of Heaven forbid our Lord the King 
 
 Should fo with civill and uncivill Armes fi 
 Be rufh’d upon : Thy thriee-noble Coufin; aly. 
 Harry Bullingbrooke, doth humbly kiffe thy hand, | 
 And by the Honorable Tombe he fweares, = 
 That {tands upon your Royall Grandfires Bones, | 
 And by the Royalties of both your bloods, ea 
 ( Currents that {pring from one moft gracious Head). 
 And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gawnt, 
 
 And by the Worth and Honour of himfelfe, 
 Comprifing all that may be {worne, or faid,. 
 
 His comming hither hath nofurthet fcope, 
 Than for his Lineall Royalties, and to begge 
 Infranchifement immediate on his knees: 
 Which on thy Royall partie: granted once, 
 
 His glittering Armes he will commend to Ruf, © 
 
 re: 
 
 To faithfull fervice of your Maiefty : 
 This fweares he as he isa Prince, is juft, 
 And as I am a Gentleman, Icredit him. Care 
 Rich. Northumberland, fay thus : The King retumes, |! 
 His Noble Confin is right welcome hither, - ye 
 And all the number of his faire demands 
 Shall be accomplifh’d without contradiction ¢ 
 With all the gracious utterance thou haft, 
 Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends. ~ 
 We doe debate our fclfe (Coufin) doe wenot, 
 To looke fo poorely, and to {peake fo faire 2 
 Shall we call back Nerrkumberland and {end 
 Defiance to the Traytor and fodie? aa 
 e4um.No,good my Lord,let's fight with gentle words, | 
 Till time lend friends, & friends their hopeful Swords: | 
 Rich. Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of min, | 
 That layd the Sentence ofdread Banifhment 2 
 On yond proud man, fhould take it off againe ie 
 With words of footh: Oh that I wereas great 
 As is my Griefe, or leffer thaxmy Name, 
 Or that I could forget what I have beene, 
 Or not remember what [-muftbe now : 
 Swell’ft thou proud heart? ile give thee {cope to beat 
 Since foes have icope ee peace both theeandme. | 
 eum, DN orthumberland comes backe from Bulling- . 
 brooke. of aie 
 Rich. What muft the King doe now?muft he fubmitt | 
 The King fhalldoeit ; Muft he be depos'd? + al 
 The King thall be contented : Muft he lofe ; 
 The Name of King ? o’ Gods Name let it gog 
 Ile give my Iewels for a fet of beades, 
 My gorgeous Pallace,for a Hermitage, 
 My gay A*parrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne, 
 My figy’"d Goblets, for a Dith of Wood; 
 My Scepter, fora Palincrs walking Staffe, / 
 
My Subjects, fora payre of carved Saints, 
 _And my large Kingdome, fora little Grave, 
 Alittle little Grave, on. Grave. 
 Or Ile be buried in the Kings high-way, 
 Some way of common Trade , where Subjects feete 
 May howrely trample on their Soveraignes Head: 
 For onmy heart they tread now; whuelt I live ; 
 And buried once, why not upon my Head? 
 | Aimarle, thou weep’ {t ( my tender-hearted Coufin) 
 Wee'le make foule Weather with defpifed Teares: 
 Our fighes, and they, fhall lodge the Summer Corte, 
 _ And makea Dearth in this revolting Land. - 
 4 Or thail we play the Waatons with our Woes, 
 And make fome precttie Match with fhedding Teares? 
 As thus: todrop them ftillupon one place, 
 Tillthey have fretted us apayre of Graves, 
 Within the Earth : and therein lay’d, their lyes 
 ' Two Kin{men digg'd their Graves with weeping Eyes? 
 | Would not this iil, doe well ? Weil, well,I fee 
 | Itaike but idly, and you mocke atme. 
 | Moft mightie Prince, my Lord Werthumberland, 
 What fayes King Bullisgbrooke? Will his Majeftie 
 _ | Give Richard ieave to live, till Richard die ? 
 | You make a Legge, and Ballingbrooke fayesT. 
 | Xereh. My Lord, in the bate Court he doth attend 
 _ | Toipceake with you, may it pieafe you to come downe, 
 . Rich. Downe, downe I come, like giift’ring Phaeton, 
 | Wanting the manage of unruly lades. ; 
 _ | In the bate Court? bafe Court where Kings grow bafe, 
 | | Tocomeat Traytors Calls ,and doe them Grace. 
 _ | Inthe bafe Court come down:down Court,down King, 
 |} For night-Owls thrike, where mounting Larks fhould 
 | Bul. What fayes his Majettie ? (fing. 
 
 , North. Sorrow, and griefe of heart 
 _ | Makcs him {pcake fondly, like a franticke man : 
 | Yet he iscome. peices 
 | Bed. Stand all apart, 
 _ | And thew faire dutie to his Majefties 
 | My gracious Lord. 
 | Rich. Faire Confin, 
 ~ | You debafe your Princely Knee, 
 _ | Tomake the bafe Earth proud with kiffing it. 
 | Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Love, 
 | Thantny unpleas’d Eye fee your Courtefie. 
 | VpConufin, up, your Heartis up, Iknow, 
 | Thus high arleaft, although your Knee be low. 
 | Bx. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine 
 4 Owne. 
 Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and 
 
 | Ball. So farre be mine, (my moft redoubted Lord,) 
 | Asmy true fervice fhali deferue your love. . 
 | _ Rich. Weil you deferv’d: 
 | They well deferue to have, 
 | That know the ftrong’ft, and fureft way to get. 
 _ | Vaekle give me your hand: nay, drie your Eyes, 
 | Teares fhew their Love, but want their remedies. 
  Gonfin I am to young too be your Father, 
 Though you are old enough to be my Heire. 
 _ | What you will have, tle give, and willing too, 
 ey For doe we mutt, what force will have us doe, 
 _ | Setone towards London: 
 | Confin, is iefo? - 
 Bull. Yea; my good Lord. : 
 \ | Rich. Then 1 mutt not fay, no. 
 
 Flourifh. Execunt. 
 
 : The Lifeand Death of Ri chard the fecond. 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
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 Enter Queene and two Ladies. . 
 
 2. What {port fhall we devife here in this Garden, 
 
 To drive away the heavie thought of Gare ? 
 
 La. Madame, wee'le play at Bowles, _ ae 
 ots. Twili make me thinke the World is full of Rubs, 
 
 And that my fortune runnes againit the Byas. 
 
 La. Madame, wee'le Dances 
 atu My Legges can keepe no meafire in Delight; 
 
 When my poore Heart no meature keepes in Griefe. 
 
 Theretore no Dancing (Girle) fome other {ports 
 Za, Madame, wee’le tell Tales. 
 ls. Of Sorrow, or of Griefe ? 
 
 La, Of eyther,Madame. 
 a OF neyther, Girle, 
 
 For if of loy, being altogether wanting, . 
 
 It doth remember me the more of Sorrow : 
 
 Or if of Gricfe, being altogether had, 
 
 It addes more Sorrow tomy want of loy : 
 
 For what I have, i need nottorepeat; 
 
 And what I want, it bootes not to complaines 
 La. Madame, lle fing, 
 
 Qu: Tis well that thon haft caufe: 
 
 But thoufhould'ft picafe me better, would’ft thou weepe. 
 La. Icould weepe,Madame, would it doe you good. 
 2u. Ard I could fing; would weeping doe me good, 
 
 And never borrow aay Teare of thee. 
 
 Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants. rs 
 
 But ftay, heere come the Gardiners, 
 
 Let's ftep into the fhadow of thefe Trees. 
 
 My wretchednefle, unto a Rowe of Pinnes, 
 
 They’le talke of ftate : for every one doth fo, 
 
 Again{t a Change ; Woe is fore-runne with Woe. 
 
 ard, Goe binde thou up yond dangling Apricocks, 
 
 Which like unruly Children, make their Syre 
 
 Stoupe with oppreffion of their prodigall weight : 
 
 Give fome fupportance tothe bending rwigges. 
 
 Goe thou, and likean Executioner 
 
 Cut off the heads of too faft growing fprayes, 
 
 That looke too loftiein our Common-wealth : 
 
 All maft be even, in our Governement, 
 
 You thus imploy’d, I will goe roor away 
 
 The noyfome weedes, that without profit fucke 
 
 The Soyles fertilitie from whole!ome flowers. 
 
 Ser. Why fhould wee, in the compaffe of a Pale, 
 
 Keepe Law and Porme,and due Proportion, 
 
 Shewing as ina Modeil our-firmeftace? 
 
 When our Sea-walled Garden, (the whole Land,) 
 
 Is full of Weedes, her faireft Flowers choaktup, 
 
 Her Fruit-trees all unpruin’dsher Hed ges rata'd. 
 
 Her Knots diforder’d, aud her wholefomie Hearbes 
 
 Swarming with Caterpillers: 
 
 Gard. Hold thy peace. 
 
 He that hath fuffer’d this diforder’d Spring, 
 
 Hath new himfelfe met with the Fall of Leafe. — 
 
 The Weeds that his broad-fpreading Leaves did thelter, 
 
 That feem’d, in eating him, to hold hint up; 
 
 Are pull’d up, Root and all, by Bulingbrooke : 
 
 I meane, the Earle of Wiltfhire, Bufhic; Greene, 
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 Ser. Whatare they dead? 
 
 Gard. Theyare,-._. 
 And Bullingbrooke hath fetz’d the waftefull King. 
 What pitty is it, that he had not trim’d 
 And dreft his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare; 
 And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit-tyees, 
 
 Leaft being over-proud with Sap and Blood, 
 
 With too much riches it confound it felfe ? 
 
 Had he done fo, to great and growing men, 
 
 They might haveliv’d to beare, and he to tafte 
 
 Their fruites of dutie. All {uperfluous branches 
 
 We lop away, that bearing boughes may live: 
 
 Had he donefo, himfelfe had borne the Crowne, 
 
 Which waite and idle houres,hath quite thrown downe- 
 Ser. What thinke you the King fhall be depos'd? 
 Gor. Depreft he is already, and depos’d — 
 
 ’Tis doubted he will be. Letters came laft night 
 
 Toa deere Friend of the Duke of Yorke, 
 
 That tell blacke tydings. ee aa 
 
 Q4#,Oh Lam preft to death through want of {peaking : 
 Thou old e4dams likenefle, fet to dreffe this Garden : 
 How dares thy harfh tongue found this unpleafing 
 What Eve ? what ferpent hath faggefted thee, (newes ? 
 To makea fecond fall of curfed man ? 2 
 
 Why do'ft thou fay King Rechardis depos'd? 
 Dar'ft thou (thou little better thing then earth) 
 Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how 
 Cam’ft thou by this ill tydings ? Speake rhou wretch, 
 
 Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little joy have I 
 
 To breath thefe newes; yet what I fay, is true; 
 
 King Richard he is inthe mighty hold 
 
 Of Bultingbrooke. their fortunes bothare weigh'd : 
 In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himfelfe, 
 And{ome few Vanities, that make him light : 
 But'th the Ballance of great Ballingbrooke, 
 
 Befides himfeife, are all the Englifh Peeres, 
 
 And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe. 
 Pofte you to London, and you’l finde it fo, 
 
 I{peake no more, then every one doth know. 
 
 Qz. Nimble mifchance, thatart fo light of foote, 
 
 Doth not thy Embaffage belong to me ? 
 
 Andam I laft that knowes it? Oh thou think tt 
 
 To ferve me laft, that I may longeft keepe 
 
 Thy forrow in my-breaft.. Come Ladies goe, * 
 
 To meet at London, Londons King in woe. 
 
 What , was 1 borne tothis! that my fad looke, 
 Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke! 
 4 Gardner, for telling me this newes of woe, 
 T would the Plants thou graft‘{t, may never grow?’ Exit, 
 
 G. Poore Queene,fo that thy ftate might beno worfe, 
 I would my skill were fabject to thy curfe: 
 Heere did fhedropa teare, heere in this place 
 Tle fet a Banke of Rew, (fowre Herbe of Grace:) 
 Rue,eu’n for ruth, heere fhortly {hall be feene;* 
 Inthe remembrance of a Weeping Queene. 
 
 Exit, 
 
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 Atlus Quartus. ScanaPrima. 
 
 Enter as to the Parliament, Builingbrooke,eAnmerle, XN or= 
 shumberland, Percie, Fitz-Water, Survey, Carlile, Abbot 
 of Wejminfter, Herauld, Officers, and Bagor, 
 
 Bullingbrooke, Call forth Bagot. 
 
 The Lifeand Death of Rich ard the Jecond. 
 
 Now Bagot, freely fpeake thy minde, 4 \hd 
 
 What thou do’ft know of Noble Gloufters death 5)” 
 
 Who wrought it withthe King, and who perform’d — 
 
 The bloody Oxfice of his timeleffeend. | 
 
 _ Bag. Then fet before my face, the Lord Aumeria 0” 
 
 Bull. Cofin, ftand forth and looke upon that man.) 
 Bag. My Lord awmerle, I know your daring tongue _ 
 
 Scorues to unfay, what it hath oncedeliver’d. -  §) 
 
 In that dead time, when Gloutters death was plotted, | 
 
 I heard you fay, Is not my arme of length, aia 
 
 That reacheth from the reft full Englith Court 
 
 As farreas Callis, to my Vnekles head? 
 
 Amongft much other talke, that very time; 
 
 I heard you fay, that you had rather refufe 
 
 The offer ofan hundred thonfandCrownes, ~ 7” 
 
 Then Badlingbrooke returne to England; adding withall) | 
 
 How bleft this Land would be,in this your Cofirisdeath, |” 
 
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 What anfwer fhall I make to this bafe man? Od 
 Shall Ifo much difhonour my faire Starres , See 
 On equall termes to give him chafticement? = 7 7 
 
 Either I muft, or have mine honour fpoyld a | 
 With th’ Atteindor of his fland’rous Lippes. ie 
 There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death — 
 That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyeft, 
 
 And will maintaine what thou haft faid, is falfe, ' 
 
 In thy heart blood, though beingall too bafe, 
 
 To ftaine the temper of my Knightly fword. © 
 Bul. Bagot forbeare, thou fhalt not take it ups 7 J 
 efum. Excepting one, I would he were thebefe 
 
 In all thisprefence, that hath movedme fo. © 
 
 Fitz. If that thy valour ftand on fympathiess, "> | 
 
 There is my Gage, .Awmerle, in Gage to thine : pe 
 
 By that faire Sunne, that fhewes me where thou ftandit |” 
 
 I heard thee fay ( and vantingly thou {pak’ft it) 
 
 That thou wer't caufe of Noble Gloufters death: |” 
 
 Ifthou denieft it, twenty times thou lyef, 
 
 And I will turne thy falfhood to thy heart, - 
 
 Where it was forged with my Rapiers point. “77 ] 7% 
 
 e4um. Thou dar’{t not (Coward) live to fee the day. ie 
 
 Fitz. Now by my Soule, 1 would it were this houré: | 
 Aum, Fitzwater thou art damn‘dto hell for thise 9" & 
 Per. eAumerle, thou lye ft: his Honor isasteue  } 
 
 Inthis appeale,as thou artall najuft : ais 
 
 And that thouart fo, there I throw my Gage) J 
 
 To prove it on thee, to th’extreameft point. 9 9) | J 
 
 Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if rhoudar’ft. < 7 
 Aum. And if! do notsmay my hands rot off, 977 
 And never brandifh more. revengefull Steele,“ 
 
 Over the glittering Helmet of my Foe. 
 
 Surrg. My Lord Fitz-water: 
 I do remember well, the very time 
 efumerle, and you did talke- 
 
 Fitz. My Lord, 
 
 Tis very true : You were in prefence then; 
 
 And you can witnefle with me,this is true. 
 Surrey. As falfe,by heaven, 
 
 As heaven it felfeis true. 
 
 Fitz. Surry, thouLyeft. 
 Sarry. Difhonourable Boy’s°: 
 
 That Lye, hall liefo heany ou my Sword, ' 
 
 That it hall render Vengeance and'Revenge, >” 
 
 Till thou the Lye-giver, and that Lye, doe lye. © < 
 
 Inearthas quiet,as thy Fathers Scull. pepe 
 
 In proofe whereof, thereis mine Honors pawne, °** 
 
 Engageit to the Triafl, ifthou dar’ft. 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard +he Pecied. 
 
 Fitz. How fondly do’ft thou {purre a forward Horfe? 
 
 | If I dare eate,or drinke,or breath,or live, 
 
 I dare meete Swrry ina Wilderneile, 
 
 | And {pit upon him,whilft I fay he Lyes, 
 
 And Lyes,and Lyes : there is my bond of Faith; 
 To tyethee to my ftrong Correction. 
 A Lintended to thrive in thisnew World, 
 Aumerleis guilty of my true Appeale. 
 
 | Befides,| heard the banith’d Norfolke fay, 
 
 That thou 4#merle didit {end two of thy men; 
 
 \y | Toexecute the Noble Duke at Callis. 
 
 Aum. Some honeft Chriftian truft me witha Gage; 
 
 _ | That Norfolke lyes here doe 1 throw downe this, 
 __ | Ifhe may be repeald, to try his honour. 
 
 Bull. ‘Thete differences thallall reft under Gage, 
 
 {| Till ACorfolke be repeald : repeal’d he fhall be; 
 
 | (And though mine Enemy) reftor’d againe 
 
 _ | Toall his Lands and Seignories : when hee’s return’d, 
 | Againft Aamerle we will inforce his Tryall. 
 
 Carl. That honorableiday hall ne’re be feenes 
 
 | Many a time hath banith'd Worfolke fought 
 
 For fefu Chrift,in glorious Chriftian field 
 Streaming the Enfigne of the Chriftian Croffe 
 
 - Again{t blacke Pagans, Turkes,and Saracens : 
 
 And toyl’'d with workes of Warre, retyr’d himfelfe 
 To Italy,and there at Venice gave 
 His Body to that pleafant Countries Earth, 
 And hispure Soule unto his Captaine Chrift, 
 Vader whofe Colours he had fought fo long. 
 Bull. Why Bifhop,is Norforke dead? 
 | Cart, Asfure as I live my Lord. 
 
 . Bull. Sweet peace conduc his {weet Soule 
 
 To the Bofome of good old brabam. 
 
 | Lords Appealants,your differéces fhal all reft under gage, 
 
 Till we ailigne you to your dayes of Tryall. 
 Enter Yorke. 
 Yorke. Great Duke of Lancafter,I come to thee 
 
 ».} From Plume-pluckt Kichard,who with willing Soule 
 " | Adopts thee Heire,and his high Scepter yeelds 
 
 | To the poffeffion of thy Royall Hand. 
 
 ~ | Afcend his 1 hrone,defcending now from him, 
 
 ~ | And long live Henry,of that Name the Fourth. 
 
 Ball. In Gods Name, Ile afcend the Regall throne. 
 Carl. Mary,Heaven forbid. 
 
 9 | Wort in this Royall Prefence may I {peake, 
 “| Yet beft befeeming me to f{peake the truth. 
 
 Would God, that anyin this Noble Prefence 
 
 _ | Were enough Noble to be upright Indge 
 
 } Of Noble Richard ; then true Nobleneffe would 
 
 | Learne him forbearance from fo foule a Wrong. 
 
 } What Subject can’give Senténce on his King ? 
 
 _ | And who fits here, that is not Richards Sabject ? 
 
 _ | Theeves are not judg’d,but they are by to heare, 
 | Although ajpparant guilt be feene in them ¢ 
 
 _ | And fhall the figare of Gods Majettic, 
 _ | His Captaine, Steward, Depuiic elect, 
 
 | Anoynted,Crown’d and os many yeeres, 
 
 } Bejude’d by fubdject and inferior breath, 
 
 t And he himfelte not prefent ? Oh, forbid it,God, 
 
 ‘) That ina Chriftian Climate,Soules refinde 
 
 _| Should thew fo heynous,blacke,ob{cene a deeds 
 | | Tfpeake to Subjects,anda Subject {peakes, 
 _ | Stirr’d up by Heaven,thus boldly for his King. 
 _| My Lord of Hereford here, whom you callKing, ~ 
 
 Is afoule Traytor to prowd Herefords King. 
 
 _ | Andif you Crowne him;let me prophecie, 
 
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 The blood of Englifh fhall manure the ground, 
 
 And future ages groane for his foule Ac. 
 
 Peace {hall goe fleepewith Tiirkes and Infidels; 
 
 And in this Seat 6t Peace tumultuous Warres 
 
 Shall Kinne with Kinne,and Kinde with Kinde confourid, 
 Diforder,Horror, Feare,and Mutinie 
 
 Shall here inhabite,and this Larid be call’d 
 
 The field of Golgotha,and dead mens Sculls, 
 
 Oh; if you reare this Houfe,againft this Houfé 
 
 { It will the wofulleft Divifion prove, 
 
 That ever fell upon this curfed Earth. 
 Prevent it,refilt it, let it not be fo, 
 Leaft Child, Childs Children cry againft you, Woe: 
 
 Korth. Well have you argu’d Sir:and for your paines; 
 Of Capitall Treafon we arreft you here. 
 
 My Lord of Weftmintter,be it your charge, 
 To keepe him fafely,tull his day of Tryall. 
 May it pleafe you,Lords,to grant the Commons Suit? 
 
 Bull. Fetch hither Richard,chat in common view 
 He may furrender : fo we hall proceede 
 Withoutfufpition. 
 
 Yor. I willbe his Condué. Exit. 
 
 Bull. Lords,you that here are under our Arreft, ° 
 Procure your Sureties for ‘your Dayes of Anfwer : 
 Little are we beholding toyour Love, 
 
 And little look’d for at your helping Hands. 
 
 : Enter Richard and Yorke. 
 
 Rich, Alack,why am I fent for to a King, 
 Before I have thooke off the Regall thoughts 
 Wherewith L:eign'd ?'I hardly yet havelearn’d 
 To infinuate, flatter, bowe,and bend my Knee. 
 Give Sorrow leave a while,to returneme 
 To thisfubmiffion. Yet I willremember 
 The favors of thefe men : were they notmmine? 
 
 Did they not fometime cry, Allhayle to mee 
 So /udas did to Chrift? but he in twelve, 
 Found truth in all,but one ; I, in twelve thonfand,none. f 
 God fave the King : will no man fay, Amen ? 
 Am I both Priett and Clarke 2? well then;Amen. 
 God fave the King, although I be not he: 
 And yet Amen,if Heaven doe thinke him me. 
 Todoe what fervice,am I fent for hither ? 
 
 Yor. To doe that office of thine owne good will, 
 Which tyred Majeltie did make thee offer : 
 The Refignation of thy State and Crowne 
 To Henry Buliingbrooks. 
 
 Rich.Give me the Crown-Here Confin,feize the Crown: 
 Here Cofin,on this fide my Hand,on that fide thine. 
 Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well, 
 
 That owes two Buckets, filling one another, 
 
 The emptier ever dancing in the ayre, 
 
 The other downe,unfeene,and full of Waters 
 
 That Bucket downe,and full of Teares‘am J, — : 
 Drinking my Griefes,whilft you mount up on high, ... 
 
 Bal, U thought you hadbeene willing to refigne,. 
 
 Rick, My Crowne Lam, but ftill my Griefes are mines 
 You may my Glories and my State depofe, 
 
 But not my Griefes;{till am. I King of thofe, 
 Bull.Part of your Cares you give me with your Crown; 
 
 Rich, ¥ our Cares fet up,doe not pluck my Cares downs 
 My Care;,is loffe of Care,by old Care done, 
 
 Your Care, is gaine of Care,by new Care wonne : 
 
 The Cares I give,I have,though given away, 
 
 They tendthe Crowne,yet {till with me they ftay 3 
 Bult. Are you contented to refigne the Crowne ? 
 
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 Rich, 1,a03no,1 : for Imutt nothing bee : 
 Therefore no,no,for I refigneto thees 
 Now,marke me how I will undoe my felfe. 
 I givethisheavie Weight from off my Head, 
 And this unwieldie Scepter from my Band; 
 The pride of Kingly {way from out my Heart, 
 With mine owne Teares I Wafh away my Blame, 
 With mine owne Hands! give away my Crowne, 
 Wich mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State, 
 With mine owne Breath releafe all dutious Oathes 3 
 All Pompe and Majeftie I doe forfweare : 
 My Manors,Rents,Revenues, I forgoe ; 
 My ActssDecrees,and Statutes I denie : 
 God pardon all Oathes that arebroketome, 
 God keepe all Yowes unbroke are made to thee. 
 Make me,that nothing have,with nothing criev'd, 
 And thou withali pleas’d,that haft ali atchiev’d, 
 Long mayft thou live in Kéchards Seat to tity 
 And foone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit. 
 God fave King Henry,un-King’d Richard fayes, 
 And fend him many yeeres of Sunns-fhine dayes 
 What more remaines e 
 
 North. No more : but that you reade 
 Thefe Accufations,andthefe grievous Crymes, 
 Committed by your Perfon,and your foliowers, 
 Againtt the Srate,and Profit of this Land: 
 That by confefling them,the Soules of men 
 May deeme,that you are worthily depos’d. 
 
 Rich. Mutt I doe fo ? and muft I ravell out 
 My weav’d-up follyes ? Gentle AC orthaberland, 
 If thy Offences were upon Record, 
 Would it not fhame thee, in fo faire a troupe, 
 Toreade a Lecture of them ? If thou would'ft, 
 There fhould’ft thou finde one haynous Article, 
 Containing the depofing of a King, 
 And cracking the ftrong Warrant of an Oath, 
 Mark’d witha Blot,damn’d in the Booke of Heaven. 
 Nay, all of you,that ftand and looke upon me, 
 Whil'ft that my wretchednefle doth bait my feife, 
 Though fome of you,with Plate wath your hands, 
 Shewing an outward pittie : yet you Fulates 
 Have here deliver’d me to my fowre Croffe, 
 And Water cannot wath away your finne. 
 
 North. My Lord difpatch,reade o’re thefe Articles. 
 Rieh. Mine‘Eyes are full of Teares,1 cannot fee : 
 
 } And yet falt-Water blindes them not fo much, 
 
 But they can feea fort of Traytors here. 
 
 Nay, if I turne mine Eyes upon my felfe, 
 
 I finde my felfe a Trayror with the reft : 
 | For I have given here my Soules confent, 
 | T’undeck the pompous Body of a King ; 
 1 Made Glery bafe ; a Soveraigne,a Slave; 
 1 Prowd Majeftie,a Subject ; State,a Pefant, 
 { North. My Lord. 
 Rich. No Lord of thine,thou haught-infulting man ; 
 | No,nor no mans Lord : I have no Name,no Title; 
 No,not that Name was given meat the Font, 
 But’tis ufurpt: alack the heavie day, 
 That I have worne fo many Winters out, 
 And know not now,what Name to call my felfe, 
 “Oh, that I were a Mockerie, icing of Snow, 
 Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke, 
 To melt my felfe away in Water-dreps. 
 Good King, great King,and yet not greatly good, 
 And if my word be Sterling yer in England, 
 Let it command a Mirror hither ftraight, 
 
 TheLifeand Death of Richard thefecond. 
 
 That it may fhew me what a FaceI have; 
 
 Since it is Bankrupt of his Majeftie. 68 ae 
 Bull, Goe fome of you,and fetch a Looking-Glaffle. | — 
 Nor. Reade o’re this Paper,while the Glafledoth come, | 
 Rich. Fiend,thou torments me,ere l come to Hell. | 
 Bull. Vrge itnomore.my Lord Northumberland,  -} 
 North. The Commons will not then be fatisfy'd, 
 Rich. They thall befatisfy’d : Ue reade enough, | 
 
 When I doe fee the very Booke indeede, ae 
 
 Where all my finnes are writ,and that’s my felfey®? 4 
 
 : Enter one with a Glaffe. 
 
 Give me that Glaffe,and therein will I reade- 
 
 No deeper wrinckles yet? hath forrow ftrucke © |} 
 
 So many Blowes.upon this Face of mine, i 
 
 And made no deeper Wounds? Oh flate’ring Glafle,. | 
 
 Like tomy followers in profperitie, a ae 
 Thon do’'ft beguile me. Was this Face,theFace J 
 That every day, under his Houfe-hold Roofe; =f 
 Did keepe tenthoniand men ?. Was this the Face, 
 That likethe Snnne,did make beholders winke? 
 Is this the Face,which fac’d fo many follyes, 
 That was at laft out-fac'd by Bullingbrooks 2 : 
 A brittle Glory fhineth in this Face, 
 As brittle as the Glory.is the Face, __ 
 For there it is,crackt inan hundred fhivers. 
 Marke filent King,the Morall of this{ports. 
 How foone my Sorrow hath deftroy’d my Face. 
 Bul. The fhadow of your Sorrow hath deftroy’d 
 The fhadow of your Face. 
 Rich. Say that againe. 
 The thadow of my Sorrow : haylet’s fee, 
 Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within, 
 Andthefe externall manners of Laments, 
 Are meerely fhadowes to the unfeene Griefe, _ 
 That {wells with filence in the tortur’d Soule, 
 
 | There lyes the {ubftance : and I thanke thee King Be 
 
 For thy great bounty, that not onely giv it 
 Me caufe to waile, but teacheft me the way 
 How to lament the caufe. Ile begge one Boone, 
 And then be gone, and trouble you no mores 
 Shall 1 obraine it ? 
 Bul. Nameit, faire Coufins Re ierys 
 Rib, Fare Coufin? I am greaterthanaKing;  f- 
 For when I was a King, my flatterers 
 Were then but fubjects ; being now a fubject, 
 I have a King heere to my flatterer: 
 Being fo great, I have.no neede to beggee 
 Bul. Yetaske. 
 Rich. And fhall I have? 
 Bal. You fhall. 
 Rich. Then give me leave to goer ish 
 Bul, Whither ? Te 
 Rich, Whither you will,fo 1 were from your fights 
 Bul, Goefome of you, convey him tothe Tower. 
 Rich. Ohgood ; convey: Conveyersareyouall, | 
 Thatrife thus nimbly by a true Kings fall. i 
 Bul, On Wednefday next, we folemnly fet downe 
 Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your {elves. &¥8 
 eAAbbor. Awofull Pageant have we here beheld. 
 Carl. The Woe’s to come,the Children yet unborn 
 Shall feele'this day as fharpe to them as Thorne. _ 
 Aum. You holy Clergie-men, is there no Plot 
 Toridthe Realme of this pernicious Blot? ah 
 Abbot. Before I freely fpeake my mindeheerein, 
 You thall not onely take the Sacrament, 
 Tobury mine intents, butalfo ro effect 
 
What ever I thall happen to devife. 
 
 Ifee your Browesare full of Difcontent, 
 
 Your Heart of Sorrow, and your eyes of Tearés; 
 Come home with me to Supper, He lay a Plot 
 
 Shall fhew us alla merry day, Exiint, 
 
 ad 
 
 eA ttus Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
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 Enter Queene, and Ladies =. 
 ‘a Qu. This way the King willcome : this is the way 
 | To Lulsas Cafarsili-ereted Tower : 
 | To whofe flint Bofome, my condemned Lord 
 e _| Isdoom’d a Prifoner, by proud Ballingbrookes 
 © 4 Here letug reft, if this Rebellious Earth 
 é | Have any xefting for her true Kings Queene: 
 ae _ Enter Richard and Guard. 
 ~ | But foft, but fec, or rather doe not fee, 
 | My faire Rofe wither ; yetlooke up ; behold, 
 That you in pittie may diffolve to dew, 
 . And wath him trefh againe with true-love Teares) 
 Ah thou, the Modeii. where oid Troy did ftand, 
 Thou Mappe ot Honour, thou King Richards Tombe, 
 And not King &scard: thou moit beauteous Inne, 
 Why thould hard-tavor’d Griete be iodg’d in thee, 
 When Triumph is become au Ale-honfe Gueft? 
 Rich. loyne not with griefe, faire Woman, do not fo, 
 To make my eud too iudden: fearne good Soule, 
 Tothinke our tormer State a happy Dreame, 
 tom which awaw d, the truth of what we are, 
 Shewes us buc this. Lam {worne Brother (Sweet) 
 « | Togrim Neceffitie; and he and I 
 "et Will-keepe a League till Death. High thee to France, 
 | And Choyiter thee in iome Religious Houfe: . 
 | Our holy lives mult winne anew worlds Crowne, 
 | Which our prophane houres here have ttricken downe 
 | Qu. What, is my Richard both in fhape and minde 
 |} Transform’d, and weaken’d? Hath Buliingbrooke 
 | | Depos'd thine Inteliect?hath he beene in thy Heart? © 
 | The Lyon dying thrufteth forth his Paw, 
 __ | And wounds the Earth, if nothing elfe,with rage 
 ~ | Tobeo'’re-powr’diand wilt thou,Pupill-like, 
 | Take thy Correction mildly, kiffe the Rodde, 
 4 And fawne on rage with bafe humility, 
 | Whichart a Lyon anda King of Beaits? 
 | _ Rich. AKing of beafts indeed : if aught but Beats, 
 | Thad beene ftilla hapy King of Men. 
 | Good(fometime Queene )prepare thee hence for France: 
 | Thinke I am dead, and that even herethou tak’ ft, 
 _ | Asfrom my Death-bed, my lat living leave. 
 } fn Winters tedious Nights fit by the fire ; 
 _ | With good old folkes,and let them tell thee Tales - 
 _ | Of wofiull Ages, long agoe betide: ; 
 | And ere thou bid §0od-night, to quit their griefe, 
 } Tell thouthe lamentable fall of me, 
 ) | And fend the hearers Weeping to their Beds : 
 _ | Forwhy? the fenceleffe Brands will fympathize 
 4 The heavieaccent of my moving Tongue, 
 _ | And in compaftion, weepe the firé-out : 
 | | And fome will mourne in Athes, fome coale-blacke, 
 Ae _| For the depofing of 4 rightfull King. 
 
 Enter XN orthumbertaud. 
 
 ho , North My Lord,the mind of Bulingbrookeis chang’d. 
 
 The Life eid Death of Richard thefecond, - 
 
 4l 
 You muft to Pomfret, not into the Tower. 
 And Madame, there is order ta’ne for you: 
 With all fwift {peed, you muft away to France. x 
 Rich, Xorthumberland, thou Ladder wherewithalh °° | 
 The mounting Bullingbrooke afcends my Throne, . 
 The time fhall not be many houres of age, 
 More than it is, ere foule finne, gathering head, 
 Shall breake into corruption : thou thalt thinke, 
 Though he devide the Realme, and give thee halfe, 
 It is too little, helping him toall: nee 
 He fhall thinke, that thou which .know’ft the way. 
 To plant unrightfuil Kings, wilt know againe, 
 Being ne’re {0 little urg’d, another way, 
 To plucke him headlong from th’ ufurped Thrones 
 The Love of wicked friends converts to Feare ; 
 That Feare, to Hate ; and Hate turnes one, or both, 
 To worthie Danger; and deferved Death. 
 North, My guilt be on my Head, and there an end ; 
 Take leave, and part, for you mutt part forthwith. 
 Rich. Doubly divore'd? (bad men) ye violate 
 A two-fold Marriage ; *twixt my Crovene, and me, 
 And then betiwixt me, and my miarryed Wite. 
 Let meun-kiffe the Oath "twixt thee and me; 
 And yet not fo, for with a kiffe ‘twas made. 
 Partus Northumberland : I, towards the North, 
 Where thivering Cold and Sicknefle pines the Clyme: 
 My Queene to France:from whence, fet forth in pompe, 
 She came adorned hither like {weet May ; 
 Sent backe like Hollowmas, or thorr'tt of day. 
 Qu. And mutt wee be divided? mult we part? 
 Rich. hand froin hand(my Love)and heart fr6 hearts 
 ~ Qa, Banith us both,and fend the King with me. 
 North. That were fome Love, but little Pollicy. 
 2u. Then whither he goes ;thither let me goe. 
 Rich. So two together weping, make one Woe, 
 Weepe thou forme in France; I, for thee heere ; 
 Better farre off,than neere,be ne’re the neere; 
 Goe,countthy Way with Sighes;I,mine with Groanes, 
 24. So longeft Way thall have the long eft Moanes. 
 Ric. Twice for one ftep Ie groane,the way being fhort, 
 And peece the way out with a heavie heart. 
 Come, come, in wooing Sorrow let’s be ba‘efe, 
 Since wedding it, there is fuch length in Griefe: 
 One Kiffe fhall ftop our mouthes; and dumbely part; 
 Thus giveI mine, and thus take I thy heart. 
 Qu.Give me mine owné againe: ‘twere no good part, 
 To take on me'to keepe, and kill thy heart. 
 So, now I have mine owne againe,be gone, _ 
 That I may ftrive to killitwithagrodnes 
 Rich. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay: . 
 Once moreadjeu; the reft let Sorrow fay. Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 & ner Torke, and bis Ducheffes 
 
 ‘Duch.My Lord, you told me you would tell the reft, 
 When weeping made you breake the {tory off, 
 
 Of our two Coufins comming into London. 
 
 Yor, Where did I leave ? 
 
 Dut. At that fad ftoppe, my Lord, : 
 Where ttide mif-govern’d hands, from Windowes tops, 
 Threw duft and rubbith on King Richards heads 
 
 d 3 Yor. Then 
 
 — 
 
The Life and Death of Richard the fecond. | “ 
 
 Yo. Then, as I fayd, the Duke ( great Bubingbrooke,) 
 
 Mounted upona hot and fierie Steed, 
 
 Which hisafpiring Rider feem’d to know, 
 
 With flow, butftately pace, kept onhis courfe : 
 
 W hile all tongues cride, God fave thee Bullingbrooké. 
 
 You would have thought the very windowes {pake, 
 
 So many greedy lookes of young and old, 
 
 Through Cafements darted their defiring eyes 
 
 Vpon his vifage : and that allthe walles 
 
 With painted Imagery had {aydat once, 
 
 Tefu preferve thee, welcome Bullingbrooke. 
 
 Whil'ft he, from one fide to the other turning, 
 
 Bare-headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke, 
 
 Befpake them thus: Ithanke you Countrimen :- 
 
 And thus ftill doing, thus he paft along. 
 Dutch.Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilft? 
 Yorke. As ina Theater, the eyes of men 
 
 Aftera well grac’d Actor leaves the Stage, 
 
 Are idlely bent on him that enters next, 
 
 Thinking his prattleto be tedious : 
 
 Even fo, or with much more contempt, mens eyes 
 
 Did {cowle on Richard : no mancride, God fave him : 
 
 No joyfulltongue gave him his welcome home, 
 
 But daft was throwne upon his Sacred head; 
 
 Which with fuch gentle forrow he fhooke off; 
 
 His face {till combating with teares and {miles 
 
 (The badges of his greefe and patience ) 
 
 That had not God (for fomettrong purpofe) fteel'd 
 
 The hearts of men,they muft perforce have melted, 
 
 ‘And Barbarifime it felfe have pittied him. 
 
 But heaven hath a hand ia thefe events, 
 
 To whofe high will we bound our calme contents. 
 
 To Bullingbrooke, are we fworne Subjects now, 
 
 Whofe State, and Honour, I for for aye allow 
 
 Enter eAumerle. 
 Dut. Heere comes my fonne Amnerle. 
 Yor. Aumerle that was, 
 
 But that is loft, for being Richards Friend. 
 
 And Madam, you mutt call him Rutland now = 
 
 [ am in Parliament pledge for his truth, 
 
 And lating fealtie in the new-made King. 
 
 Dat. Waomemy fonne: who are the Violets now, 
 
 That ftrew tae greene lap of the new-come Spring ? 
 
 em. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not, 
 
 God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one. 
 
 Yorke.W cll,beare you well in this new-{pring of time, 
 
 Leait you be cropt before you come to prime. 
 
 What newes fro Oxford?Hold thofe Infts & Triumphs? 
 Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do. 
 
 York, You will be there I know. 
 Aum. If God prevent not, I pupofe fo. 
 Yor.W hat Seale is that that hangs without thy bofom? 
 Yea, look’ft thou pale? Let me fee the Writing. 
 «dum. My Lord, ’tis nothing. 
 Yor. No matter then who fees it, 
 
 I will be fatisfied, let me feethe Writing. 
 ‘Aum. \ dobefeech your Grace to pardon me, 
 
 It is a matter of {mall confequence, 
 
 Which for fome reafons I would not have feene. 
 Yor. Which for fome reafons fir, I meane to fee: 
 
 I feare, I feare. 
 
 Dat. What fhould you feare? 
 
 Tis nothing but fome bond, that he is enter’d into 
 
 For gay apparrell, againft the Triumph. 
 
 Yor, Bound to him felfe? What doth he witk a Bond 
 
 That he is boundto? Wife, thou art a foole: 
 
 Boy, let me fee the Writing. et oa 
 «Aum. do befeech you pardon me, I may not fhewit | 
 
 _ Yor. I will be fatisfied, let me fee it I fay. Snatches it Bh ; 
 
 Treafon, foule Treafon, Villaine, Traitor, Slave. 
 Date What sthe matter, my Lord? : 
 Yorke. Hoa, who’s within there ? Saddle my horfe.® 
 Heaven for his mercy : whattreachery is heere? 
 Dut. Why, what is’t my Lord? 
 Yorke, Give me my boots, I fay : Saddle my horfe : 
 Now by my honour, my life, my troth, 
 I will appeach the Villaine- 
 Dut. What is the matter ? 
 Yorke. Peace foolifh Woman- . 
 Dit. Iwill not peace. W hat is the matter Sonne? 
 «um. Good Mother be content, it is no more 
 Then my poore life muft anfwer- 
 Dut. Thy life anfwer ? 
 Enter Servant with Boots. / 
 Yor. Bring my Bootes, 1 will unto the King. “4 
 DurStrike him Admerle. Poore boy,thou art amaz'd; | 
 Hence Villaine, never more come in my fight. 5 : 
 Yor. Give me my Bootes I fay. 
 Dat. Why Yorke what wilt thou do? 
 Wilt thou not hide the Trefpaffe of thine owne? 
 Have we more Sonnes? Or are we like to have? 
 Is not my teeming date drunke up with time? hi 
 And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age, | 
 ‘Androb me of a happie Mothers name? eR ae 
 Is he not like thee? Is henot thine owne? 
 Yor. Thou fond mad woman: — 
 Wilt thou conceale this darke Confpiracy ? 
 Adozen of them heere have tance the Sacrament, 
 And interchangeably fet downe their hands 
 To kill the King at Oxford. 
 Dut. He fhall be none: i 
 Weelkcepehim here : thenwhat is that tohim? | 
 Yor. Away fond-woman: where he twenty times my F 
 Son, I would appeach him. se 
 Dut. Hadft thou groan’d for him.as I have done, © 
 Thou wouldeft be more pittifull : 
 But now I know thy minde; thou do’ft fafpe% 
 That I have beene difloyall to thy bed, 
 And that he is a Baftard, not thy Sonne : 
 Sweet Yorke, {weet husband, be not of that minde: 
 He is as like thee, as aman maybe, 
 Not like to me, nor any of my Kin, 
 And yet I love him. a 
 Yor. Make way, unruly Woman. Exit | 
 Dut. After e4amerle, Mount thee upon his horfe, | 
 Spurre poft, and get before him to the King, ie > 
 And beg thy pardon, ere he do accufe thee, 
 Ile not be long behind: theugh Ibe old, 
 I doubt not but toride as faft as Yorke: d 
 And never will Irifeup from the ground, ae 
 Till Ballingbrooke have pardon’d thee: Away,be gone.Exit I 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
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 Enter Bullingbrooke,P ercie, and other Lerds. 
 Bul. Cannoman tell of my unthriftie Sonne? —~ 
 Tis fall three monthes fince 1 did fee him laftene 
 tf any plague hang over us,’tis he: S 
 L would to heaven ( my Lords) he mightbe found, 
 Enquire at London, ’mongt the Tavernes there: 
 
For there (they fay) he dayly doth frequent, 
 With unreftrained loofe Companions, : 
 - Even fuch ( they fay) as ftand in narrow Lanes, 
 And rob our Watch,and beate our paffengers , 
 Which he ( yong wanton, and effeminate Boy) 
 Takes on the point of Honour, to fupport 
 So diffolute a crew. 
 Per. My Lord,fome two dayes fince I faw the Prince, 
 And told him of thefe Triumphes held at Oxford. 
 Bul. And what fayd the Gallant ? 
 Per. His anfwer was: he would unto the Stewes, 
 And from the common'tt creature plucke a Glove 
 And weare it asa favour, and with that 
 He would unhorfe the luftieft Challenger. 
 
 Bull. As diffolute as defp'rate, yet through both, 
 
 Ifce fome {parkes of better hope: which elder dayes 
 May happily bring forth. But who comes here? 
 . Enter Aumerle. 
 
 eam. Where is the King >? 
 
 _ Bull. What meanes our Coufin, that he ftares 
 And lookes fo wildely ? 
 
 e4um.God fave your Grace.1 do befeech your Majefty 
 | To have fome conference with your Grace alone. 
 
 Bul. Withdraw your felves, and leave us here alone: 
 | What is the matter with our Coufin now ? 
 
 Aum, For ever may my knees grow to the earth, 
 My tonguecleave to my roofe within my mouth, 
 Vnleflea Pardon, ere I rife or fpeake. 
 
 Buk. Intended or committed was this fault 2 
 Ifon the fir, how hainous ere it be, 
 
 To win thy after-love I pardon thee. 
 
 Aum. Then give me leave, that i may turne the key, 
 That no man enter till the tale be done. 
 
 ' Ball. Have thy defire. Yorks within. 
 Yor. My Liege beware, looke tothy felfe, 
 Thou haft a Traytor inthy prefence there. 
 
 Butt. Viliaine, Ilemake thee fafe. 
 
 etum. Stay thy revengefull hand, thou haft no caute 
 to feare. 
 
 Yorke. Open the doore, fecure foole-hardy King : 
 Shall I for love{peake treafon to thy face? 
 Open the doore, or I will breake it open, 
 Enter Torke. 
 
 Bal. W hat is the matter (Vinkle) fpeak,recover breath, 
 
 Tell us how neere is danger, 
 _ | That we may arme us to encounter it. 
 | _ Yor. Perufe this writing here, and thou fhalt know 
 | The reafon that®my hafte forbids me fhow- 
 Aum. Remember as thou read’{t,thy promife paft: 
 I dorepent me, reade not my name there, 
 My heart is not confederate with my hand. 
 | _ Yor. It was (villaine) ere thy hand did fet it downe. 
 | Ltore it from the traitors bofome, King. 
 | Feare and not Love, begets his penitence; 
 Forget to pitty him, leaft thy pitty prove 
 ASerpeut, that will fting thee to the heart. 
 Bul, Oh heinous, ftrong, and bould Confpiracie, 
 _| Oloyall Father of'a treacherous Sonne: 
 _} Thou fheere, immaculate,and filver fountaine, 
 »| From whencé this ftreame, through muddy paflages 
 Hath had his current, and defil’d himfelfe. 
 | Thy overflow of good, converts tobad, 
 | And thine abundant goodneffe fhall excufe 3 
 } This deadly blot, in thy digreiling fonne. 
 YerSo thali my vertue be his vices bawd, 
 _| And he thall {pend mine Honour, with his Shame: 
 
 > The Life and Death of Richard the fecond, 
 
 _ Ah my fowre husband ,my hard-hearted Lord, 
 
 As thriftleffe Sonnes their {craping Fathers Gold, 
 Mine honour lives when his difhonor dyes, 
 Or my tham’d life in his difhonour lies : 
 Thou kill'it me in his life, giving him breath, 
 The Traitor lives, the true man’s puttodeath. . 
 ._ Dutchelfe within. 
 Dt. W hat hoa (my Liege) for heavens fake let me in. 
 Bull. What fhrill-voic'd Suppliant makes this eager cry? 
 Dut. A Woman and thine Aunt ( great King) ’tis I. 
 Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore, 
 A Begger begs, that never bege’d before. 
 Bul. Our Scene isalter'd from a ferious thing, 
 And now chang’d to the Begger, and the King: 
 My daungerous Cofin, let your Mother in, 
 I know the’s come to pray for your foule fins 
 Yor. Ifthou do pardon, whofoever prays 
 More finnes for this forgivenefle, profper may, 
 This fetter’d joynt cut off, the reft refts found . 
 This let alone, will all the reft confounds 
 Enter Dutchelfe. 
 Dut. OKing,beleeve not this heard-hearted man, 
 Love,loving not it felfe, none other can. 
 Yor. Thou franticke woman, what doft thou make here; 
 Shail thy old dugges once more a Traitor reare? ) 
 ‘Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient,heare me gentle Liege. 
 Bul. Rife up good Aunt. 
 Dut. Not yet, I thee befeech. 
 For ever will Ikneele upon my knees, 
 And never fee day that the happy {ces, 
 Till thou give joy = vntill thoubid me ioy. 
 By pardoning Rutland, my tran{greffing Boy. 
 um. Vnto my Mothers prayers, I bend my knee. 
 Yorke, Again{t them both,my true joynts bended be. 
 Dut. Pleades he in earneft ? Looke upon his Face, 
 His eyes do drop no teares:his prayers are in jelt : 
 His words come from his mouth, ours from our breft, 
 He prayes but faintly, and wouldbedenide, 
 We pray with heart, and foule, and all befide: 
 His wearie joynts would gladly rife, Iknow, 
 Our knees fhall kneele, till to the ground they grows 
 His prayers are full of falfe hypocrifie, 
 Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie +. 
 Our prayers do out-pray his, then let them have 
 That mercy, which true prayers ought to haves 
 Bul. Good Aunt ftand up. 
 Dut. Nay donot fay ftand up. 
 But Pardon firft,and afterwards fland up. 
 And if I werethy Narfe, thy tongne to teach, 
 Pardon fhould be the firft word of thy fpeechs 
 I never long’d to heare a word till now: 
 Say Pardon ( King, ) let pitty teach thee hows 
 The word is fhort: but not fo fhort as {weet, 
 No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth’s fo meet. 
 Yor, Speake itin French (King) fayd Pardon’ne moj, 
 Dut. Doftthou teach pardon, Pardon to deftroy ? 
 
 That fer'ft the word it feife, againft the word, 
 Speake pardon as “tis currant in our Land, 
 The chopping French we doe not underftand. 
 Thine eye begins to fpeake, fet thy tongue there; 
 Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare, 
 That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pearce, 
 Pitty may movethee, Pardon to rchearle, 
 
 ~Bul, Good Aunt, ftand up. 
 
 Dat. I donot fueto ftand, 
 Pardon isall the {uit I have in hand. as 
 al! 
 
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 Bull. Upardon him as heaven fhall pardon me: 
 Dut. O happy vantage ofakneeling knee + 
 Yet am I ficke for feare : Speake it againe, _ 
 Twice faying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine, 
 But makes one pardon ftrong- 
 Bull. 1 pardon him with all my heart. 
 Dut. A God on earththou art. 
 Bul. But for our trufty brother-in-Law, the Abbot, 
 Wichail the re& of that conforted crew, 
 Deftrudion ft:aight fhall dogge them at the heeles: 
 Good Vnckle helpe to order feverall powres 
 To Oxford, or where ere thefe Traitors are : 
 They fhall not live within this worid I fweare, 
 But I wiil have them once know wheres 
 Wncekle farewell, and Cofin adieu : 
 1 Your mother well hath prayd,and prove you trues 
 Dat. Come my old fon,! pray heaven make thee pe 
 Ntle 
 Enter Exton and Servant. 
 Ext. Didtt thou not marke the King what words he 
 {pake? skis 4 
 Have I no friend will rid me of this living feare = 
 Was it not fo? 
 Ser. Thofe were his very words. ers 
  @x, Havel no Friend? (quoth he: ) he fpake it twice, 
 And urg’dit twice together, did he not ? 
 Ser. He did, =: 
 Ex. And {peaking it,he wiftly look’d on me, 
 As who hall fay, I would thou wer't the man 
 That would divorce this terror from my heart; 
 Meaning the King at Pomfret : Come, let sgoe; 
 
 jam theKings friend, and will rid his Foes Exit. 
 
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 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter Richard. 
 Rich, I have bin ftudying, how to compare 
 This Prifon where I live, unto the World: 
 And for becaufethe world is populous, 
 And heere isnot a Creature, but my felfe, 
 I cannot doe it: yet He hammer’t out. 
 My Braine, Ile prove the Female to my Soule, 
 My foule,the Father:and thefe two beget 
 A generation of fill breeding Thoughts ; 
 And thefe fame Thoughts, people this Little World 
 In humors, like the people of this world, 
 For no thonght is contented. The better fort, 
 Asthoughts of things Divine, are intermixt 
 Wich {cruples, and do fer the Faith it felfe 
 Againit the Faith:as thus:Come little ones:& then again, 
 Itis as hard tocome, as for a Carell 
 To thred the pofterne of a Needles eye. 
 Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot 
 Vnlixely wonders; how thefe vaine weake nailes 
 May teare a paflage through the Flinty ribbes 
 Of this hard world,my ragged prifon walles: 
 And for they cannot, dye in their owne pride. 
 Thoughts tending to Content, flatter themfelves,' 
 That they ate not the firft of Fortunes flaves, 
 Nor fhall not be the laft. Like filly Beggars, 
 Who fitting in the Stockes refuge their fhame 
 4 That many have,and others muft fit there ; 
 And inthis Thought, they finde a kind of eafe, 
 
 . 
 
 The Lifeand Death of Richard the fecond. ee 
 
 Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe 
 
 Of fach as have before indur’d the like. 
 
 Thus play I in one Prifon, many people, 
 
 And none contented. Sometimes am I Kings 
 Then Treafon makes me with my felfe a Beggar} 
 And fo Lam. Then crufhing penurie, 
 Perfwades me, 1 was better when a King + 
 Then am I king’d againe :and by and by, 
 Thinke that I am un-king’d by Ballingbrooke, 
 And ftraight am nothing. But what erel am, 
 Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, 
 
 With nothing hall be pleas’d, till he be eas‘d 
 With being nothing. Muficke doI heare? a 
 
 Ha, ha? keepe time : How fowre fweet Muficke is, } | 
 
 When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept? 
 
 So is it in the Muficke of mens lives: 
 
 And here have I the daintinefle of care, 
 
 To heare time broke ina diforder’d {tring : 
 
 But for the Concord of my Stateand Time, _ 
 
 Had not an care to heare my true Time broke. 
 
 I wafted Time, and now doth Time wafteme: 
 
 For now hath Time made me his numbring clockes 
 
 My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iatte, 
 
 Their watches to mine eyes, the outward Watch; 
 
 Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point, 
 
 Is pointing itill, in clenfing them from tearess 
 
 Now fir, the found thattels what houre it is, 
 
 Are clamorous groanes, that {trike upon thy heart, | 
 
 Which is the bell: fo Sighes, and Teares, and Grones, } ~ 
 
 Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: O but my Time | | 
 
 Runs poatting on, in Busingbrookes proud joy, 
 
 While I itand fooling heere, his jacke 0’ th’ Clockes | 
 
 This Muficke mads me,letit foundnomore, % 
 
 For thoughit have holpe madmentotheir wits, 
 
 In me it feemes, it will make wife-men mad : 
 
 Yet blefling on his heart that gives it me 5 
 
 For’tis a figne of love, and love to Richard, 
 
 Is a ftrange Brooch, in this all-hating world. 
 
 Enter Groomes 
 Groo. Haile Royall Prince, 
 Rich. Thankes Noble Peere. 
 The cheapeft of us,is ten groates too deere. 
 What art thou? And how com’ft thou hither? 
 
 Where no man ever comes, but that fad dogge 
 
 That brings me food, to make misfortune live? a 
 Creo. I wasapooreGroome of thy Stable(King) | ~ 
 
 When thou wer’t King, who travelling towards Yorke} — 
 
 With much adoo, at length have gott@n leave “| 
 
 To looke upon my ( fometimes Royall) matters faces 
 
 O how it yern’d my heart,when I beheld 
 
 In London ftreetes, that Coronation day, 
 
 When Bulltxgbrooke rode on Roane Barbary, ° 
 
 That horfe, that thou fo often haft beftrid, 
 
 That horfe, that Ifo carefully have dreft. 
 
 Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me gentle Friend, 
 
 How went he under him? a 
 Groo. So proudly, as if he had difdaind the ground, | ~ 
 Rich. So proud, that Bullingbreoke was on hisbacke; | 
 
 That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand. 1 
 
 This hand hath made him proud with clapping hime~~| 
 
 Would hewnot ftumble ? Would he not fall downe  _ 
 
 (Since Pride mutt haves-f ll) and breakethenecke _ 
 
 Of that proud man, that did ufurpe his backe ? 
 
 Forgivenefle horfe : Why do Iraile on thee, 
 
 Since thou created to beaw’d by man 
 
 Was t borne to beare? I wasnot madea horfe, 
 
 aod] 
 
o. 
 Srascy 
 
 { 
 a ‘ 
 
 And yet I beare a burthen like an Affe, 
 Spur-gall’d, and tyr’d by jauncing Bullingbrooke. 
 Emer Keeper with a Difh. 
 Keep. Fellow; give'place,heere is no longer ftay. 
 Rich. If thou. love me, ‘tis time thou wer’t away. 
 Groo, What my tongue dares nor,that my heart fhall 
 fays Exit. 
 Keep. My Lord, wilt pleafe you to fall too? 
 . Rich. Talte of it firft, as thou wer’t wont to doo. - 
 Keep: My Lord I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton; 
 Wholately came from th’ King ,commandsthe contrary. 
 Rich. The divell take Henrie of Lancafter, and thee; 
 Patience is ftale,and I am weary of it. 
 Keep, Helpe, helpe, helpe. 
 
 Enter Exton and Servants. 
 - Ri. How now?what meanes Death in this rudeaffalt? 
 Villaine,thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths inftrument, 
 
 | Gothouand fill another roome in hell. 
 
 Exton firikes him downe. 
 That hand fhall burnein never-quenching fire, 
 That flaggers thus my perfon. Exton, thy fierce hand, 
 Hath with the Kings blood, flain’d the Kings ownland. 
 Mount, mount my foule, thy feate is up on high; 
 Whilit my grofle flefh finkes downward, heere to dye. 
 _ Exton. As full of Valor as of Royall blood, — 
 
 q Both have! {pilt:Oh would the deed were good, 
 
 For now the divell, that told meI did well, _ , 
 
 Sayes, that this deede is chronicled in hell. 
 
 This dead King to the living King Ile beare, 
 
 Take hence the reft; and give them buriall heere. Exit, 
 
 Scena Quinta, | 
 SRE Se nai Paar SSE Ne ee} IF eto ee ane e 
 Flonriflo. Enter Bultingbrooke, Yorke, with 
 other Lords e& attendants. 
 Bull. Vnkle Yorke, thelateft newes we heare; 
 
 Is that the Rebels have confum’d with fire 
 
 Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucefterfhire, 
 
 But whether they be tane or flaine, we heare not. 
 
 Enter Northumberland. 
 Welcome my Lord : What is the newes 2? ; 
 Nor. Firlt to thy Sacred State, with I all happineffe: 
 
 | The next newes is, l have to London fent 
 
 The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent; 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the fecond, 
 
 43 
 
 The manner of their taking may appeare 
 At large difcourfed in this paper heere. 
 Bull. We thanke thee gentle Percy for thy paines, 
 And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines. 
 Enter Fitz-waters. - . 
 Fitz. My Lord, Uhave from Oxford fent to London ; 
 The heads of Broccas, and Sir Bennet Seely, 
 Two of the dangerous conforted T. faitors, 
 That fought at Oxford, thy dire overtht Ow: 
 Bull. Thy paines Fitzwaters thall not be forgot; 
 Right Noble is thy merit, well T wot. 
 Enter Percy and Carlile. 
 Per, The grand Confpirator, Abbort of Weftminfter, 
 With clog of Confcience, and fowre melangholly, 
 Hath yeelded up his Body to the grave : 
 But heere is (artile, living to abide 
 Thy Kingly doome, and fentence of his pride, 
 Bull. Carlile, this is your doome : 
 Choofe out fome fecret lace, fome reverend roome 
 More than thou infant With it joy thy felfe : 
 Soas thou liv’ft in peace, dye free from ftrife: 
 For though mine enemy thou haft ever beene; 
 High {parkes of Honor in thee have l {eene. 
 Enter Exton with a Coffin, 
 Exton, Great King, within this Coifin I prefent 
 Thy buried feare. Heerein all breathlefle lies 
 The mightieft of thy greateft enemies . 
 Richard of Burdeanx, by me hither brought. 
 Ball, Exton, I thankethee not, for thou haft wrought 
 Adeede of Slaughter, with thy fatall hand, 
 Vpon my head, and all this famous Land. 
 &x.From your owne month my Lord,did I this deed. 
 Bult. They love not poyfon, that do poyfon neede, 
 Nor do I thee: though I did with him dead, 
 I hate the Murtherer, love him murthered. 
 The guilt of confcience take thou for thy labour, 
 But neyther my‘good word, nor Princely favou-, 
 With (ine go wander through the thade of night, 
 And never fhew thy head by day, nor light; 
 Lords,I proteft my foule is full of woe, 
 That blood fhould {prinkle me,and make me grow. 
 Come mourne with me,for that Ido lament, 
 And put on fullen Blacke incontinent : 
 Ile make a voyageto the holy-land, : 
 To wath this blood off from my guilty hand, 
 March fadly after, grace my mourning heere, 
 
 In weeping after this untimely Beere, Exennt, 
 
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 T-SPVRRE. 
 
 eA tus Primus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Euter the King,Lord Iobn of Lancafter Earle 
 of weftmerland,with others. 
 
 King. . 
 acer © fhaken as we pi wan with care, 
 
 oN bs bind wea time for frighted Peace to pant, — 
 38) And breath fhortwinded accents of new broils 
 
 To be commenc’d in Stronds asfarre remote + 
 
 No more the thirfty entrance of this Soyle, 
 
 Shall dambe her lippes with her owne childrens blood : 
 
 No more fhall trenching Warre channell her fields, 
 
 Nor brnife her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes 
 
 Of hoftile paces» Thofe oppofed eyes, 
 
 Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heaven, 
 
 All of one Nature,of one Subftance bred, 
 
 Did lately meete in the inteftine fhocke, 
 
 And furious cloze of civill Butchery; 
 
 Shall now in mutual well-befeeming rankes 
 
 March all one way,and be no more oppos’ 
 
 Againft Acquaintance,Kindsed,and Allies- 
 
 The edgeof Warre,likean ill-fheathed knife, 
 
 No more fhall cut his Matter. Therefore Friends, 
 
 ‘As farre as to the Sepulcher of Chrift, 
 
 Whofe Souldier now,under whofe bleffed Croffe 
 
 Weare imprefied and ingag’dto fight, 
 
 Forthwitha power of Englifh {hall we levie, 
 
 Whofe armes were moulded: in their Mothers wombe, 
 
 To chace thefe Pagans in thofe holy Fields, 
 
 Over Whofe Acres walk’d thofe blefled feete 
 
 Which fourteene hundred yeares ago were nail’ 
 
 For our advantage onthe bitter Croffe. 
 
 But this our purpofe is a twelvemonth eld, 
 
 And bootleffe ‘tis to tell you we will go: 
 
 Therefore we mectenot now- Then let me heare 
 
 Of you my gentle Coufin Weftmerland, 
 
 What yefternight our Councell did decree, 
 
 In forwarding this deere expedience. 
 weft. My Liege: This halte was hot inqueftion, 
 
 And many limits of the Charge fet downe 
 
 But yefternight : when all athwart there came 
 
 | A Poft from Wales, loaden with heavy Newes ; 
 
 4 Whofe wort was,That the Noble Afortimer, 
 
 | Leading the men of Herefordfhire to fight 
 
 '| Againft the irregular and wilde Glendcwer, 
 
 | ‘Wasby the rude hands of that Wel(hmantaken, 
 
 And athoufand of his people butchered : 
 
 Vpon whofe dead corpes there wasfuch mifufe, 
 
 Such beaftly, fhamelefie transformation, 
 
 By thofe Welfhwomen done,as may not be 
 
 (Without much fhame) re-told or {poken of. 
 King. 
 
 Brake off our bufinefle for the Holy land. 
 
 weft. This matcht with other like,my gracious Lord, | 4 
 
 Farre more vneven and unwelcome Newes 
 Came from the North,and thus it did report: 
 On Holy-roode day,the gallant Hot/purrethere; 
 Young Harry Perey,and brave Archibald, 
 That ever-valiant and approoved Scot, 
 
 At Holmeden met,where they did {pend 
 
 A {adand bloody houre : 
 
 As by difcharge of their Artillerie, 
 
 And thapc of likelyhood the newes was told: 
 For he that brought them, in the very heate 
 And pride of their contention,did take horfe, 
 Vncertaine of the iffne any way. 
 
 King. Heere isa deere and true induftrious friend, Be ee 
 
 Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his Horfe, 
 Stain’d with the variation of each foyle, 
 Betwixt tha Ho/medon,and this Seat of ours : 
 
 Itfeemes then, that the tidings of this broiley | 
 
 And hc hath bronght us {mooth and welcome newes: Bey 
 
 The Earle of Dowgias is difcomfited, 
 
 Ten thoufand bold Scots;two and twenty Knights ~~ ea 
 
 Balk’d in their owne blood did Sir Watrer fee 
 
 On Holmedons Plaines. Of Prifoners,Hot/purre todke ea 
 
 CMordake Earle of Fife,and eldeft fonne 
 Tobeaten Dowgla,and the Earle of eAthell, 
 Of Marry, eAngus,and Menseith. 
 And is not this an honourable fpoyle ? 
 A gallant prize ? Ha Cofin,isit not? In faith it ise 
 Weft. A Conqueft for a Prince to boaft of. | ie 
 “King. Yea,there thou mak’{t me fad, & mak’ft me fi, 
 
 “Inenvy,that my Lord Northumberland 
 
 Should be the father of fo bleft a fonne : 
 
 A Sonne,whoisthe Theame of Honors tongue; 
 Amongfta Grove,the very ftraighteft Plant, 
 Who ts {weet Fortunes Minion,and her Pride : 
 WhilftI by looking on the prayfe of him, 
 
 See Ryot and Difhonor ftaine the brow 
 
 Of my yong Harry. © thatit could be prov’d, 
 That fome Night-tripping Faiery,had exchang’d 
 In €radie clothes,our Children where they lay, 
 And call'd mine Percy,his Plantagenet : 
 
 | 
 
| Then would I have his Harry, and he mine : 
 | Butlethim from my thoughts. What thinke 
 -Ofthis young Percess side ? The Prifoners ° 
 » Which he inthis adventure hath fupriz’d, 
 To his owneufe he keepes, and fends me word 
 I fhall have none but Afordake Earle of. Fife. 
 Weft. This ishis Vuckles teaching. This is Worcefter 
 | | Malevolent to you in all Afpetts : 
 | Which makes him prune himfelfe, and briftle up 
 | Thecreft of Youth againit your Dignity. 
 E: Ksg. But Ihave fent for him to anfwer this ; 
 __| And for this caufe a while we muft neglea& 
 Our holy purpofe to Jerufalens. 
 Cofin, on Wednefday next, oar Councell we will hold 
 | At Windfor, fo informe the lords: 
 But come your felfe with fpeed to us againe, 
 For morc is to be faid, and tobe done, 
 | Than out of anger can be uttered. 
 e weit. 1 will my Liege. 
 
 youCoze 
 
 Exennt. 
 . 4 ern eee ere ee 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir lobn Fal- 
 fraffe, and Point, 
 
 Fal. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad 2 
 | | Prince. Thou art! fo fat-witted with drinking of old 
 __} Sacke and unbuttoning thee after Supper, and flceping 
 |_| upon benches inthe atternoone, that thou haft forgotten 
 __| todemand that truely, which thou wouldeft truly Know. 
 ~ | What a divell haft thoutodoe with the timeot the day? 
 _ | unlefle houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons, 
 _ and clockes the tongues of Bawdes , and dialls the fignes 
 | of Leaping-houfes, and the bleffed Sunne himfelfea faire 
 | hot Wench in Flame~coloured Taffata, I fee no reafon, 
 | why thou fhouldeft bee fo fuperfuous, to demand the 
 time of the day. 
 4} Fa. Indeed you came neere me now Hal. for we that 
 _ } take Parfes, g0 by the Moone audfeven Starres, and not 
 | |} by Pheebus hee, that wand’ring Knight fo faire. And I 
 {pray thee {weet Wagee, whentton art King,as God fave 
 ' | thy Grace, Maiefty I fhould {ay,for grace thou wilt have 
 | none. 
 | Priv, What ! none ? 
 _ Fal. No, not fo muchas will ferve tobe Prologue.to 
 an Egge and Butter. 
 Prize well, how then? Come roundly, roundly. 
 Fal, Marrethen, {weet Wagge, when thouart King, 
 et not us thatiare Squires of the Nights body, bee call’d 
 Theevesof the Dayes beaitic. Let us be Dianats Forre- 
 ‘ters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone ; 
 | and let menfay, we bewmen of good Government, being 
 | Soverned as the Seais, by ournoble and chaft miftris the 
 Cone, under whofe countenance we fieale. 
 Prin. Thou fay’ well, and it holds well too, for the 
 fortune ofus that arethe Moones men, doeth ebbe and 
 flowlike the Sea, being governed asthe Sea is, bythe 
 _ | Moone : as for proofe.. Now a purfe of Gold moft refor 
 | lutely fhatch’d on Monday night, and mot diffolutely 
 | {pent on Tuefday Morning; got with {wearing, Layd by: 
 | and fpent with crying, Bring in : now, inaslow an ebbe 
 | asthe foot of the Ladder; and by and by inas high a fow 
 '] asthe ride of the Gallowes. fio aewvi. 
 
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 - Lhe Lifeand Death of Henry the fourth. 
 
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 42 
 
 my Hoftefle of 
 
 . Fal. Thou fay’ft true Lad : and is not 
 the Taverne a molt {weet Wench 2 
 
 Prin, Asisthe hony, my old Lad of the Caftle and is 
 hot a Buffe lerkina molt {weet robe ofdurance? - ; 
 
 Fal. How how ? how now mad Wagge ? Whatin thy 
 quips and thy quiddities > Whata plague Have I to dee 
 witha Buffe-Ierkin 2 
 
 Prin. Why ,whata 
 fteffe of the Taverne ? 
 
 Fal, Welt, chou haft call’d her to a reckning many a 
 timeand oft. 
 
 Prin, Did I ever call for thee to 
 
 Fal. No, lle give thee thy due, 
 
 Prin. Yea and elfewhere, fo farreas my, Coyne would 
 ftretch,and where it would not, I haveuf'd my credit, 
 
 Fal. Yea,and fons dit, that were it beere apparant, 
 that thou art Heire apparant.. But I prythee {weet Wag, 
 thall there be Gallowes ftanding in Exgland when thou 
 art King ? and refelution thus fobb’das itis, with the ru. 
 fty curbe ofold Father Antickethe Law ? Doenot thou 
 when thou arta King, hang a Theefe. 
 
 Prin. No, thou fhalt. 
 
 Fal. Shall 1? O rare! Ie bea brave Iudge. 
 
 Prin. Thou judgeft falfe already. I meane, thou fhalt 
 have the hanging of the Theeyes, and fo become a rare 
 Hangman. 
 
 Fat. Well Hal, well: and in fome fort it jumpes. with 
 my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, ican ‘tell 
 yous 
 
 Prin. For obtaining of fuites ? 
 
 Fal. Yea, for obtaining of {uites, whereof the Hang- 
 man hath noleane Wardrobe. I am as Melaacholly asa 
 Gyb-Cat, ora luge’d Beare, 
 
 Prin. Or anold Lyon, or a Lovers Lute. 
 
 Fal. Yea, or the Drone ofa Lincolulbsre Bagpipe. 
 
 Prin. What fay’ft thou to aHare, or the Melancholly 
 of Moore-Ditch? _ 
 
 Fal. Thou halt the moft unfayoury fimiles,and art in- 
 deed the moft comparative rafcalleft {weer yong Prince, 
 But Hadé,1 prythec trouble me no more with vanity, I 
 would thouand Iknew, where a Commodity of good 
 namnes were to be bought : an old lord of the Councell._ra- 
 ted me theother day in the ftreet about you fir; but I 
 mark’d him not,and yet he talk’d very wifely,but I regar- 
 ded him not,ind_ yet he talkt wifely, and in the ftreet too. 
 
 Pris, Thoudidtt well: for no manregardsit, 
 
 Fal, O,thouhaft damnable iteration, and art indeed 
 able to corrupt a Saint. Thou haftdone much harme un- 
 tome Hal,God forgive thee forit. Before 1 knew thee 
 Hal, knew nothing:and now I am(if aman fhonld {peake 
 truly little better than one of the wicked.I muft give o- 
 ver this life,and I will give it over : and Ido not, Lam a 
 Villaine. Ile be damn’d for never a Kings fonne in Chri- 
 ftendome: 
 
 Prin, Where tha'l we take a purfe to morrow, Tacke? 
 
 Fal. Where thou wilt Lad, ile make one : andI doe 
 not, call me Villaine, and baffle me. seat 
 
 , Prin. f{eeagood amendment of life in thee: From 
 Praying, to Purfe-taking. 
 
 Pal. why, Hal.’tis my Vocation Ha/.’Tis ao fin for a 
 
 an to labour in his Vocations. — 
 
 . Pointe, Now hall wee know if Gads hill have fera 
 Watch. QO, if men were to be faved by merit, what hole 
 in Hell were hoz enongh for him? This is the moft omni- 
 potent Villaine, that ever cryed, Stand,te a true mans 
 
 Prin; Good morrow Wed. : 
 
 poxe have I to doe with my Ho- 
 
 pay thy part? 
 thou haft paid all there. 
 
 Pointz 
 
The 
 
 Poines, Good morrow fweet Hal. What faies Mon- 
 fieur Remorfe? What fayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugats 
 Jacke? How agrees the Divell and thee about thy Soule, 
 that thou foldeft him on Good-friday laft,for a Cup of 
 Madera,and a cold Capons legge? ; 
 
 Prva, Sir John ftands to his ponds devill fhall have 
 his bargaine,for he was never yeta Breaker of Proverbs: 
 Ho will orve the devill bes due. ‘ a 
 Poin: Thenart thou damn’d for keeping thy word with 
 the divell. : ; 
 Prin, Elfe he had bin damn‘’d for cozening the divell. 
 Poy. But my Lads,my Lads, to morrow morning, by 
 foure a clocke early at Gads.hill,there are Pilgrimes §0- 
 ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders rile 
 ding to London with fat Purfes. I have vizards for you 
 all; you have horfes for your {elves : Gads-hill lyes to 
 night in Rochefter,I have befpoke Supper to morro win 
 Ealtcheape; we may docit as fecure as fleepesif you wil 
 go,] will ftuffe you Purfes full of Crownes * ifyou will 
 not,tarry at home and be hang’d. 
 Fal.Heare ye Yedward,if J tarry at 
 Ile hang you for going- 
 Poy. Youwill chops- 
 Fal Fal, wiltthou make one? 
 Prin. Who,lrob? La Theefe ? NotI. 
 Fal. There’s neither honefty, manhood, nor good fél- 
 lowship in thee,nor thou camn’ft not of the blood-royall, 
 3 thou dar’{t not ftand for ten fhillings. 
 
 Prin. Well then, once in my dayes Te bea mad-cap- 
 
 Fal. Why that’s well fayd. 
 
 Prin. Well, come what will, He tarry at homee 
 
 Fal. Ye bea Traitor then, when thou ast King. 
 
 Prin. T care not. * 
 
 Poyn.Sir Lolbn,1 pray thee leave the Prince & mealone, 
 I willlay him downe fuch 
 that he fhall go. 
 
 Fal. Well, maift thou have the 
 and he the eares of profiting, that 
 may move;and what he heares may F 
 true Prince,may(for recreation fake)provea falfe theefes 
 forthe pooreabufes of the time, want countenance. 
 Farewell, you fhall finde me in Eaftcheape. 
 
 Prin. Farewell the latter Spring-Fareweil Alhollown 
 Summer. Exit.Fal. 
 
 Poy. Now,my good fweet Hony Lord, ride with us 
 to morrow. havea jelt to execute, that T cannot man- 
 nage alone. Falffaffe, Harvy, Roffill, and Gads-bsll, fhall 
 robbe thofe men that we have already way-layde ; your 
 {elfe & 1, will not be thet e:and when they have the boo- 
 ty,ifyou and I doe not rob them,cut this head from my 
 fhoulders. 
 
 Prid.But how fhal! we part with them in fetting forth? 
 
 Poyn, W hy, we will fet forth before or after them,and 
 appoint them a place ofmeeting, wherein it is at our 
 pleafure to faile; and then wiil they adventure upon the 
 exployt themicives, 
 ved,but wee'l {et upor them. : 
 
 Prin. U but tis like that they will know us by our 
 horfes,by our habits,and by every other appointment to 
 
 be our felves. 
 
 home and go not, 
 
 fpirit of perfwafion; 
 what thou {peakeft, 
 be beleeved, that the 
 
 fee, Iletye them in 
 
 Poy. Tut,our horfes they thall not 
 the Wood; our vizards wee will change after wee leave 
 then: and firrah,I have Cafes of Buckram forthe nonce, 
 to immaske our noted outward garments. 
 
 Prin. But Tdoubt they will be too hard for us. 
 
 Poyn. Well,for two of them, I know them to bee as 
 
 reafons for this adventure, | 
 
 which they have no fooner atchie-, 
 
 Life and Deatb of Henry the fourth. 
 
 true bred Cowards as ever turn’d backe: andforthe} |} 
 third if he fight longer than he fees reafon,lle forfwear | 
 Armes. The vertue of this Ieft will be,the ingomprehen, | 
 fible lyes that this fat Rogue will tellus, when we meete 
 at Supper: how thirty at Ieaft he fought with, what 
 Wardes, what blowes, what extremities he endured; 
 and in the reproofe of this, lyesthe jeft. es 
 Prin. Well,lle goe with thee; provide usall things | 
 fieceflary, and meete mee to morrow night in Balt} 
 cheape, there Ile fup. Farewell. ix 
 Poyn.. Farewell, my Lord. Exit Powmtz. 
 Tris. 1 know youall, and will a-while uphold 
 The unyoak’d humor of your idleneffe : 
 
 Yet herein will 1 imitate the Sunne, 
 
 Who doth permit the bafe contagious cloudes 
 To {mother up his Beauty from the world; 
 That when he picafe againe to be himfelfe, 
 Being wanted, he may be more wondred at, 
 
 By breaking through the fouleand ugly milts 
 Of vapours, that did feeme to ftrangle hims * 
 If all the yeare were playing holidayes, 
 
 To {port, would be as tedious as to worke ; 
 
 But when they feldome come, they wifht-for come, 
 And nothing pleafeth but rare accidents. 
 So when this loofe behaviour I throw off, 
 And pay the debt I never promifed ; ae a \ 
 By how much better than my word I am, 
 
 By fomuch fhall I falfifie mens hopes, a 
 Andlike bright Mettall on a fallen ground s ‘a 
 My reformation glittering o’re my fault, . 
 Shall fhew more goodly, and attract more eyes; % 
 Than that which hath no foyle to fet it off I 
 Ile fo offend, to make offence a skill, tine 
 Redeeming time, when men thinke leaft I will. oN 
 
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 Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcefter, Hot|purre 
 Sir Walter Blunt, and others, be: 
 King. My blood hath bene too cold and temperate, | 
 Vnaptto ftirre at thefe indignities, , a 
 And you have found me; for accordingly, a 
 You tread upon my patience : But be fure, | 
 L will from henceforth rather be my felfe, 
 Mighty, andto be fear’d, than my condition, fi 
 Which hath beene {mooth as Oyle,foft as yong Downe, 
 And therefore loft the Title of refpett, 
 Which the proud ne’re payes, but to the proud. 
 wor Our houle ( my Soveraigne Liege)little deft 
 The {courge of greatneffe tobenfed on it, 
 And that {ame greatnefle too, which our owne hands 
 Have holpe to make fo portly. a 
 Nor. My Lord. 4 
 King. -Worcelter get thee gone : for I do fee 
 Dangerand difobedience in thine eyes aoe 
 O fir, your prefence is too bold and peremptory, 
 And Majeftie might never yet endure tite: 
 The moody Frontier of a fervant brow, re 
 You have good jeave to leave us. When weneed 
 Your ufe and counfell, we fhall fend for yous 
 You were about to {peake. 
 North. Yea, my good Lord. 
 
Thofe Prifonersia your Highnefledemanded, - 
 Which Harry Percy here'at Holmedow tooke, 
 Were (as he fayes) not with fach ftrength denied 
 As wasdelivered to your Majefty : : 
 | Who eyther through envy, or milprifion, 
 Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne. 
 Hor. My Liege, did deny no prifoners. 
 But, I remember when the fight was done, 
 ‘When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle, 
 -Breathleffejand faint,leaning upon my Sword, 
 _ | Cametherea certaine Lord, neat and trimly dreft ; 
 4 Frefhas a Bride-groome,and his Chin new reapt, 
 _ 4 Shew’d like a ftubble Land at harveft homes 
 __ | He was perfumed like a Milliner, 
 _ | And “twixt his Finger and his Thumbe, he held 
 | A Pouncet-box : which ever and anon 
 He gave his Nofe, and took’t:away againe 
 Who therewith angry, when itnext camethere, 
 —} Tooke it in'Snuffe. And ftill he fmil’d and talk’d's 
 | And asthe Souldiers bare'dead bodies by, - 
 | Hecall’dthem untaught'Knaves, Vnmannerly, 
 pT. bring a floventy unhandfome Coarfeé . 
 ~ i] Betwixt the winde, and his Nobility. 
 | With many holidy and Ladytearmes : s:: 
 _ i He queftion’d me: Among the reft, demanded 
 _ | My Prifoners, in your ‘Majelties behalfe. 
 _ yj Ithen, all-fmarting, with my woundsbeing cold, 
 + | (To be fo pefteredwith'a Popingay) ; 
 }} Ont of my Greefe,and my impatience, 2 to 
 Anfwer'd (feglectingly ) 'know not what,» 
 § 4 He fhoulé’; or fhouldnot : For he made me mad, 
 
 ~ i} To fee hin thine fo briske, and {mell 10 fweer, 
 r And talkefolikea ‘Waiting-Gentlewoman;; : 
 
 _ { And telling me, the Soveraign’ft thing onearth 
 i] WasParmacity, for'an inward bruife So. 2 5 8671 
 _ 4] And that iewas great pitty, fo tt: was, yn. pe 
 That vilanous Sait-petet? fhouidbedigg’d |. 
 | Out of the bowels of the harmelefieBarth; * 
 Which avaiiy a’ good Tali Fellow hadideftroy’d 
 if | SocOwardly. And-butfor thefe vileGonnes;' 
 
 ~ i] He would himfelfe-have beevie.a Soulilier; 1). 
 "1 Thisbald, unjoynted Chat of has(imy Lord) 
 “}] Mademeto anfwere indirectly ( as'l fayd.)> 
 ‘ | And 1 bétech you, letiovthisreporp » ' 
 || Come cuitant tor an Accufation, ts #04 
 
 | Betwixt myloveand your high Majelty.\ — . 
 : What ever Harry! Percie then had faids») |: 
 iy 1) ofuch a perfon, andin uch a places. 9 24 y 
 }) At fuch a umes with all the reft'retoldyo¢ 1 20 
 Fi 1) May reafonable dye, and never rife” odin yoy 
 To do him wrongyoranyway tmpeachlon o.51 5 
 
 What then he faid, fo he unfay it now. .900)) 
 
 King.Why yet he doth deny’ hisPrifoners, 
 But with provifoand Exception; » i 
 
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 }} His Brother-in-Law,the foolith Afarsimer}. 1. 
 Who(in myfoule) hath evilfullybetrayd 
 Thelives of thofe, thavvhe'did leade toFight, 
 Againft the great Magitian; damsn’d\Gvendower : 
 
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 ‘ Hathlately married. Shall our Coffers theny. 
 
 | Beemptied, to redeenica Traitorhome?: | 
 
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 Of Guns,andDrums,and Wounds: Gadfavé the marke; 
 © | Heerecomes your Vackle: 
 
 Blunt The ciccumi{tance confideredj good: my Lord , 
 
 Whofe daughter (as we heare) the’ Eatleiof March 10 
 
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 “Tbe Firft Partof King Henry the Fourth. . st 
 
 No : onthe barren Mountaine let him ftarve : 
 For I fhall never hold that man my Friend, 
 Whofe tongue fhallaske me for one peny coft 
 To ranfome home revolted Mortimer; 
 Hot.. Revolted (Mortimer ? 
 He never did fall off, my Soveraigne Liege, 
 But by the chance of Warre: to prove that trues 
 Needs no more but onetongue. For all thefe Wounds, 
 
 | Thofe mouthed Wounds, which valiantly hetooke, 
 
 When. on the gentle Severnes fiedgie banke, 
 In fingle Oppofitionhand to hand, 
 
 -| He did confound the befipart of'an houre 
 
 In changing hardiment withgreat Glendower ; 
 Three times they breath’d es three times did they drinke 
 
 * | Vponagreement,of fwift Severnes flood ; 
 
 Who then affgighted with their bloody lookes, 
 
 "| Ran fearefilly among the trembling Recdes, 
 | And hid hiscrifped-head in a hollow banke, 
 
 Blood ftained with thefe Valiant Combatants. 
 Never did bafeand rotten policy. ; 
 
 Colour her working withfuch deadly wounds ; 
 
 Nor never’ could the noble Adortimer 
 
 Receive fo many , andall willingly : 
 
 Then let him not be fland’red with Revolt. 
 King. Thoudo ft bely him Percy, thou dott bely him; 
 
 He neveridid encounter with Géndower : 
 
 I tell thee; he durft.as well have met the diyellalone, 
 
 As Owen Glendower forati enemy. 
 
 Artthou notatham’d ? Bur Sirrab, henceforth 
 
 Let me not heare you {peake of Mortimer. 
 
 Send me your P sifoners with the { peedie{t meanes, 
 
 Or you fhall heare in {uch a kinde from me 
 
 As will difpleafeye: My Lord Northumberland, 
 
 We Licenfe your departure with your fonne, 
 
 Send us your Prifoners,or you'l heare of it. Exit King. 
 Hot. Andif the divelt come and roare for them, 
 
 I willnot fendthem. I willafter ftraight 
 
 | | Andtell himfo: for I will eafe my heart, 
 
 Although it be with hazard of my head,. 
 
 Nor, W hat? drunke with choller? ftay & paufe awhile, 
 Enter Worcester, 
 Hot, Speake of Adortimer? 
 
 = Yes, I will fpeake of him, and let my foule 
 
 Want mercy,if Ido not joyne with him. 
 In his behalfe, Ile empty.allthofe Veines, 
 
 | And fhed my deere blood drop by drops’th daft, 
 
 But! willliftthe downfall Asorrimer 
 
 Ashigh i’th Ayre as this anthankefull King, 
 
 As thisIngrateandCankred Bakingbrooke, 
 Nor. Biother,the King hath made your Nephew mad, | 
 Wer. Who ftrooke this héate up after I was gone ? 
 Hot. He will (forfoorh) have all my prifoners : 
 
 And when urg’d the ranfome once againe 
 
 Of my-waves Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale, 
 
 And on my face he:turt’dan:eyeof death, 
 
 C hw 52 ‘|| Trembling evenatthe nameof Mortimer. 
 That we atwour owne charge, shall ranfome ftrdight 2.11 | 
 
 wor, cannot blame hime was he not proclaim’d 
 By Richard that dead is,the next of blood? 
 
 Nor. He was :4 heard the Proclamation , 
 And then it was, when the unhappy King 
 ( Whofe wrongs in us God ag it did fet forth 
 Vpon his Irifh Expeditions» 
 From whence he intercepted, did returne 
 
 1p C08 PPE 6S ’ | Tobe depofd,and fhortly murthered. 
 buy TredfonPandindent with Feares; << . 
 
 _ Wor. And for:whofedeath,we in the worlds widemouth | 
 
. . | : | — 
 [oe The Firft Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. 
 
 semen teal iio 
 Hot. But foft I pray you ; did King Richardthen 
 Proclaime my brother Mortimer; 
 Heyre to the Crowne? 
 Nor. He did, my felfedid heare it. t 
 Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Coufin King» 
 That wifh’d him on the barraine Mountaines ftarv 4 
 But fhall it be, that you thatfet the Crowne 
 Vpon the head of this forgetful man, 
 And for his fake, wore the detefted blot 
 OF murtherous fubornations ? fhall it be, 
 That you a world of curfes undergoe, 
 Being the Agents, or bafe fecord meanes, 
 The Cor ds; the Ladder, or the Hangman rather ? 
 O pardon, if that I defcend folow, 
 To fhew the Line, and the Predicament 
 Wherein you range under this fubtill King. 
 Shall it for fhame, be {poken in thefe dayes, 
 Or fill up Chroniclesin time to come, 
 That men of your Nobility and Power, 
 Did gage them both in an unjuft behalfe 
 (As both of you;God pardon it, have done) 
 To put downe Richard, that fw eet lovely Rofe, 
 And plant this Thorne, this Canker Bullingbrooke ? 
 And {hall it in more fhame be further fpoken, 
 That you are fool'd, difcarded and fhooke off 
 By him, for whom thefe fhames ye underwent ? 
 No: yet rime ferves, wherein you may redeeme 
 Your banifh’d Honors, ane reftore your felves 
 Into the good Thoughts of the world againe. 
 Revenge the geering and difdain’d contempt 
 Of this proud King, who ftudies day and night 
 Toanfwer all the Debt he owes unto you, — 
 Even with the bloody Payments of your deaths 
 Therefore I fay-——— 
 Wor. Peace Confin, fay no more. 
 And now I will unclaspe a Secret booke, 
 And to your quicke conceyving Difcontents, 
 Ie reade you Matter, deepe and dangerous, 
 "As full of perill and adventurous Spirit, 
 As too're-walke a Current, roaring loud 
 Onthe unftedfaft footing of a Speare- 
 
 Send danger from the Eaft unto the Weft, 
 So Honor croffe in from the North to South, 
 And let them grapple : The blood more ftirres.. 
 To rowzea Lyon,then to ftarta Hare. 
 Nor. Imagination of fome great exploit, 
 Drives him beyond the boundsof Patience, 
 Hot. By heaven ,me thinkes it were an eafie leap, 
 To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac’d Moone, 
 Ordive into the bottome of the deepe, 
 Where Fadome-line could never touch the grouud, 
 And plucke up drowned Honor by the Lockes: 
 So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare 
 Without Co-rivall, all her Dignities 
 But out upon thishalfe-fac’dFellowfhip. 
 wor. Heapprehendsa world of Figures here, 
 But not the forme of what he fhouldattend : 
 Good Coufin give me audience for a-while, 
 And lift to me. 
 Hot. I cry you mercy. 
 Wor. Thole fame Noble Scottes, 
 That are your Prifoners. 
 Hot. lle keepe themall. 
 By heaven, he thall not havea Scot of them 
 No, ifa Scot would fave his Soule, he fhallnot. 
 
 Hot. if he fall in, good night, or finke orfwimme : 
 
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 Ile keepe them, by this Hand. 
 Wor, You {tart away; 
 And lend noeare unto my purpofesé 
 Thofe Prifoners you fhall keepe- ‘wih 
 Hot. Nay, I wills that’s fat : ita 
 Hefaid he would not ranfome AZortimer > eh 
 Forbad my tongueto fpeake of Mortimer. 
 Bat I will finde him when helyes: afleepe, 
 And in his eare, Ile holla A4ortsmer. bal i 
 Nay, Ie havea Starling flaall be taught to {peake 
 Nothing but Mortsmer, and give it him, 
 Tokeepehis anger ftill in motions 
 Wor. Heare you Coufin: a word. 
 Hot. All Rudies here 1 folemnly defie, 
 Save how to gall and pinch this Bulliingbroske, 
 And that fame Sword and Buckler prince of Wales. 
 But that I thinke his Fatherioves him not, , 
 And would be glad he met with fome mifchance, 
 I would have poyfon’d him witha pot of Ale. 
 wor. Farewell Kinfman le talke to you 
 When you are better temper’d to attend. orice, | 
 Nor. Why whata Wafpe-tongu’d and impatient foole : 
 Art thou, to breake into this Womans mood, 5 4 | 
 Tying thine care to notongue but thine owne®. 1) 
 Hot. Why looke you, 1am whipt & {courg’d withrods,| 
 Netied, and ftung with P ifmiers, whenIheare 
 Of this vile Politician Balingbrooke. ic ae 
 In Richardstime : What de’yecailtheplace? =) 
 -Aplagueupon’r, it is inGloufterfhire + 5 O 1a 
 *Twas where the madcap Duke ‘his Vncle kept, 
 His Vacle Yorke, where! firft bow’d my. knee 
 Vnto thisKing of Smiles, this Babingbrookes 
 When you and he canie backe from Rauenfpurgh. 
 Nor. At Barkley Caftle. y; 
 Hot. You fay:true : ner garild Bile 
 Why what a caudie deale of curtefie, ar i 
 This fanning Gray-hound then did proffer me» isis bathe 
 Looke when hisinfant fortune cametoages 005 7 5” 
 And gentle Harry Percy,and kinde Coufin i)< 2:'s 9 
 O, the Divell take fuch Conziners, God forgive mit 
 Good Vnele tell your tale, for I havedone. (hn. 
 Wor. Nay, if you have not, too’t againe, LW) 
 Wee'l fay your leyfure. 13 _ bisd alge 
 Hot. I have doneinfoothi oo oon Sieg 
 Wor. Thenonce more toyour Scottith Prifonerses/ } 
 Deliver them up without their canlome ftraight, 2209 } 
 And makethe Dovg/as fonne your onely meane, 1) 
 - For powers inScotland : which for divers reafons. 
 Which I thall fend you written; beaflur'd 4. 299 617 
 Will cafily be g:anted you, my Lord, pepe Hail 
 Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imploy'dy «..24 
 Shall fecretly in the bofomeicreepe iend1s21 aa 
 Of that fame noble Prelate, well:-belov'dy sy) aii beh d 
 The Atchbifhop. ned ° of corks 16 nee 
 Hor. Of yorke, ist not? 9) or EA) 
 Wor. True,who beares hard. Soo1g fl. 
 His Brothers death at Briftow, the Lord Seroopee 0 
 
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 Isruminated, plottedand fet'downe, <'o.\) 10 7. 
 
 Hor. I{mellit: 
 
Lhe Firft Partof. King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 | And then the power of Scotland, and of Yorke 
 To joyne with Mortimer, Ha. 
 Wor. And fo they fhall. 
 ~ Hop. Infaith it is exceedingly well ayavd. 
 Wor. Aad’ tisno little reafon bids us{peed, 
 ‘To iave our heads, by raifing ofa Head : 
 For, beare our felves as evenas we can, 
 The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt, 
 
 3 : | And thinke, we thinke our felves unfatis fied, 
 } Tilihe he hath found a time to pay us home. 
 
 And fee already, how he doth beginne - 
 | To make us ftrangers to his lookes of love. 
 Hot. He does, he does; wee'l be reveng’d on him. 
 Wor. Coutin, farewell. No further go in this, 
 
 Then I by Letters thail dire your courfe 
 
 Whentime is ripe, which will be fodainely: 
 ‘Tle fteale to Glendowzr,and loe,Adortimer, 
 | Where you, and Dowglas, and. our powers at once, 
 "| Asi wii fathion it, fhati happily meete, 
 To beare our fortunes in our owne {trong armes, 
 Which now we hold at much.uncertainty. 
 - Nor. Farewell good Brother, we (hall thrive, I truft. 
 \| Hot. Vnele,adicu : O let houres be fhort, 
 ~ | Tili fields,and blowes,and grones, applaud our {port-E-xit- 
 
  Ailus Secundus. Scena Prima, 
 ‘ag Evuter a Carrier with a Lanterne in bu hand, 
 Mf o.Cars ficigh- fo, an’t be not foure by the day, Ile bee 
 | hang’, Charles waineis over the new Chimney, and yet 
 | oa: horfe not packt.. What Oftler? 
 Ost. Anon, anon. . 
 -- 1. Car. Eprethee Tom, beate Cuts Saddle, putafew 
 Flockes in the poiat: the poore Jade is wrung in the wi- 
 thers, out of ail ceffe. 
 Enter another Carrier. 
 2.Car. Peafe and Beanes are as danke here asa Dog, 
 and this is the next way togive poore Jadesthe Bottes: 
 This houfé is turned upfide downe fince Robin the Oftler 
 dyed. 
 “is Gar. Poore fellow neverj 
 rofe,it wasthe deathofhim. . 
 2. Car. I'thinke this is the moft villanous houfe in all 
 London rode for Fieas:I zmitunglikea Tench. . 
 1. Car. Likea Tench? There isne’rea King in Chri- 
 fterdome, could be better bit, then I have beene fincethe 
 }firkCocke. : Se 
 > 2, Cary Why, you willallow usne‘re alourden , and 
 then we leake in your Chimny: and your Chamber-lye 
 breeds Ficaslike a Loach, 
 »1.Car, What Oftler, come away,and be hangd; come 
 away.” P53 Sify 
 2. Car. | have aGammonof Bacon, and tworazesof 
 Ginger; tobe deliveredas farre as Charing-crofle. 
 1. Car. The Torkies in my Pahniersare-quite ftarved. 
 What Oftler? A plague on thee,haft thou never an eye in 
 thy head ? Can’{t not heare? And t’were not as gooda 
 deed as drinke, to breake the pate of thee,Iam a very Vil- 
 laine. ‘Come and be hang’d, haft no faith in thee? 
 a _ Enter Gads-hill. 
 _ Gad. Good.morrow Carriers. What’saclocke? 
 © Ga Tthinkeit betwoaclocke. ates 
 | Gad. Ipzetheelendme thy Lanthorne to fee my Gel- 
 
 oy’d fince the price of oats 
 
 $2 
 
 ding in the ftable. 
 
 I. Gar. Nay foft I pray ye, I know a tricke worth two 
 of that. 
 
 Gad. I prethee lend me thine. 
 
 2. (ar. I, when, canfttell ? Lend mee thy Lanthorne 
 (quoth-a) marry Ilc fee thee hang’d firft. 
 
 Gad. Sirra Carricr: What time doe you meane to come 
 to London? 
 
 2.Car, Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle ,T 
 
 warrant thee. Come neighbour AZegges , wee'll ‘call up 
 the Gentlemen, they willalong with company, for they 
 have great charge: Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Chamberlaine. 
 
 Gad. ‘What ho, Chamberlaine ? 
 
 Cham.At hand quoth Pick-purfe. 
 
 Gad. That’sevenas faire’, as at hand quoththe Cham- 
 berlaine: For thou varieft no more from picking of Pur- 
 {es,then giving direction,doth from labouring. Thou lay’ft 
 the plot, how. ‘ 
 
 Cham. Good morrow Matter Gads- Hi# , it holds cur- 
 rant that I told yon yefternight. There’s a Franklin inthe 
 wilde of Kent, bath brought three hundred Markes with 
 hia in Gold:I heard him tell it to one of his company faft 
 night°at Supper ; a kinde of Auditor, one that hath abun- 
 dance ofcharge too (God knowes what) they are up al- 
 ready., and call for-Egges and Butter. They will away 
 prefently. te 
 
 Gad. Sirra, if they meete not with S. Nicholas Clarks, 
 Tlegivethee this necke. 
 
 Cham, No,lle none of it: I prythee -keepe that for the 
 Hangman, for I know thou worfhipftS. Nicolas astru- 
 
 ly asa man of falfhood may. 
 
 Gad. What talkeft thou to me of the Hangman ?- If! { 
 
 ‘bang ,Tlemake a fat payre of Gallowes. For , if I hang,. 
 
 old Sir Jobs hangs with mee, and thou know’ft hee’s no 
 Starueling. ‘Tut, there are other Troians that) dream’it 
 not of, the which (for {port fake) are content to doe the 
 
 ’ Profeffion fome grace ; that would (if matters fhould be 
 
 look’d'inro) for their o« ne Credit fake, make all Whole. 
 I am joyned with no Foot-land-Rakers , no-Long-ftaffe 
 fix-penny ftrikers , none of thefe mad Muftachio-purple- 
 ha’d-Maltwormes, but with Nobility, and Tranquilitie + 
 Bourgomafters,and great Oneyers, fuch ascan holde in , 
 {uch as.will ftrike fooner then {peake; and {peake fooner 
 then drinke, and drinke fooner then pray : and yet lye, 
 for they pray continually unto their Saint the Common- 
 wealth; or rather ,not to pray to her, but prey on her : for 
 they ride up and downeon her,and make her their Boots. 
 
 Cham, What,the Commonwealththeir Bootes? Will 
 fhe hold out water in foule way? 
 
 Gad. She will, thé will; Iuftice hathliquor’d. her. We 
 fteale as in a Caftle, cockfure : we have the reccit of Fern- 
 feede, we walke invifible.... sf 
 
 Cham, Nay, 1 thinke rather, you are more beholding 
 
 to the Night, thenthe Fernfced, for your walking in 
 
 vifible. 
 Gad. Give me thy hand. rete: 
 Thou fhalt have a thare in our purpofe, 
 As Tamatrueman. ~- PETES « 
 
 _ Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as youare a falfe 
 
 Theefe. . pete cas 
 
 ad. Goetoo: Home isacommon nameto all men. 
 Bid the Offler bring the Gelding out of the ftable.., Fare. 
 well, ye muddy Knave. -  * €xenns, 
 . 4 i DONA 
 
54. The Fir Part of. King Henty the Fourth. 
 
 Prin. You foure thall frorit them in the narrow Lane 
 NedandI will walke lower; if they {cape from your en. 
 . d counter, then they lighton us. vs 
 Scena Sec una. Peto. But how many be of them? : 
 ' PR ee ea BE Gad. Somecight orteus * 
 “| Fad: Willthey not robats 2: 
 
 Enter Prince ,Poynes, and Pete. Prin. What, a Coward Sif Lobn Pauach? Mee 
 Peines. Come fhelter, fhelter, I haveremoved Falfafs Fat. Indéed Lammnot Lobn of Gawat your Grandfather: 
 | Horfe, and he frets like a gum d Velvet. but yetno Coward, Hal. er 
 Prin. Stand clofe. Prin, Wee’l leave that to theproofe. _ i 
 - Emer Falstaff, Poin. Sirra lacke thy horfe ftands bebinde the hedge,| 
 Fal. Poynes, Poynes,and be hang’d Posnes. _ | whenthou need’{t him , there fhalt,chos finde him, Fare- | 
 Prin. Peace ye fat-kidney’d Rafcall, what a brawling | well, andftand fate = : 
 } doft thou keepe? Fal. Now cannot I ftrike him,if I fhould be hang’d. 
 | Fal. What Pomes. Hal? Prin. Ned, where are our difguiles ? Ge 
 | ‘Prin. He is walk’d upto the top of the hill,lle go feeke | Poin, Hecrehard by : Standclofe. ee 
 him, Fal. Now my Matters,happy man be his dole, fayI:] — 
 
 | Fat Tamaccurft torob inthat Theefescompany ; that every man to his bufineffe. 
 
 Rafcall hath removed my Horfe, and tied him I know not — he 
 | where, If I travaile but foure foot by the {quire further a Ester Travellers. Rie fo 
 | foore, I fhallbreake my, winde. Well, Idoubt not but Tra, Come Neighbor: the boy, {hall leade our Horfes | 
 to diea faire deach forall this, if {cape hanging for kil- | downethe hill: Wee'l walke a-foot a while , andeaféour | 
 | ling that Rogue. Ihave forfworne his company hourely | Legges. é; 
 any time this two and twenty yeare,and yet Lam bewitcht |. Zheeves. Stay. 
 with the Rogues company. Ifthe Rafcall have not given Tra. Iefubleffe us. . 
 me medicines to make me lovehim,Ile be hang’d, it could Fal. Strike: downe with them,cut the villains throats; | 
 not be elfe: Thaye drunke Medicines. Peives, Hall, a | a whorfon Caterpillars : Bacon-fed Knaves , they hateus} ) 
 Plague upon youboth. Bardolps, Peto: Ie ftarvecre I | youth ; downe with them, fieece them.™ eit 3!) 
 rob a foot further. And twere not as good a deede as to Tra. O, we are nndone,both weand ours forever, | 
 dritike, toturne Trueman , andtoleavethofe Rogues, 1 | Fal, Hangye gorbellicd knaves, are you undone? No} — 
 am the verieft Varlet that ever. chewed with a Tooth. | ye Fat Chutfes, i would your ftore were heere. OnBa-| | 
 Eight yards of uneven ground ,is threefcore and ten miles | conson , what ye knaues ? Yong men mutt live, yoware | 
 afoot with me: andthe ftony-hearted Villaines know it | Grand Jurers? Wee’l jure ye ifaith, ie ee, 
 wellenough. A plague upon’t, when Theeves cannot bee Heere they rob them,and binde thens. Enterthe | _— 
 true one to anothet. They whistle. : Prince ana Poines. vif 
 
 rie 
 
 Whew : a plague light upon you all, Give my Horfe you Prin. The Theeues have bonnd the True-men: Now. 
 Rogues : give me my Horfe and be hang’d, : could thou andI rob the Theeves.and go merilyto Lote} 
 Prin. Peace ye fat guttes , lye downe, lay thine care | don, it would be argument fora Weebe, Langhaeefigs oe 
 
 clofe to the ground , and lift if thon can heare thetread of | Moneth, and a good ieft for ever. 
 Travellers. ; ~ Poynes. Stand clofe, hearethem comming, - 
 Fal. Bave youany Leavers tolift me up againe being ee 
 downe ? Ilenot bear¢ mine owne flefh fo far afoot again, | , Enter Theeves againt. i aa 
 for all the coine inthy Fathers Exchequer. W hat a plague Fal. Come my Mafters, let us fhare, and then tohiorfle | 
 meane ye to colt me thus? before day : and the Prince and Poynes bee not twoat-} 
 ‘Prix. Thou ly'ft,thow art not colted thou art uncolted+ | rand Cowards, there's noequity ftirring. There’s'inomoe | 
 Fal. Iprethee good Prince Hal, helpe me to my horfe, | valour in that Poynes,thanin a wilde Ducke. ieee 
 good Kings fonne. ‘Prin. Yourmoney. ° 2 Sa 
 Prin. Out you Rogue, fhall Ibe your Oftler ? Poin. Villaires. ee i 
 Fat. Go bang thy felfe inthine owne heire-apparant- | Asthey are fharing, thePrince and Poynes fee upon them) 
 Garters: IfIbetane, Ile peach for this: and i havenor They ali run away leaning the booty behind them. = | 
 Ballads made onall, andfung to filthy tunes, leta Cup of | Prince. Got with much cafe. Now merrily toHorle 
 Sacke be my poyfon : when a jeft is £0 forward, anda | The Theevesare {cattred, and poffeft with fear fo ftronge 
 footetoo, Lhateit.. : ly, that they dare not meeteach other ¢ each takes hist. 
 
 low foran Oificer. Away good Ned, Falfaffefweatesto 
 . Enter Gads-bill. death, and i the leane carch as he walkes along: wet & 
 : not for laughing, | fhould picty him. hy aa 
 Gad. Stand. : Poine, How the Rogue et oe a 
 Fal. Soldoagainftmy will, I 
 Poin. O'tis our Setter, I know his voyce : << nt 
 B srdolfe, what newes? Ss T; : : fe 
 Bar. Cafe ye,cafe ye; onwithyour Vizards, there’s cana, t erlia, 4 
 mony ofthe Kings comming downe the hill , ‘tis going | _ sale 
 tothe Kings a Sa 4 
 Fat. You lie yourogue, tis going to the Kings Taverne. Enter Hotipurre folus, reading aLettere 
 Gad. There'senongh to makeusall. But for mine ovne part, my Lord, 1 conld bee well contented 
 Fat. To behang'd. , be shere,in refpett of the love I beare your bone. ¥ 
 
aS oS 
 the love he beares our houfe. He fhewes in this, he loves 
 | hisowne Barne berter then hee loves our houfe. Letmee 
 fee fome more, The purpofe yor undertake 1s dangerous. 
 Why that’s certaine: “Tis dangerous to takea colde, to 
 | | fleepe,to drinke: but tell you (my Lord foole) out of 
 | f this Nettle, Danger ; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The 
 | parpafe you sudcrtake ts dangerous , the Friends you have na- 
 | | med nacertaine , the Time st felfe unforted , and your whole 
 | | Plorroolight , for the counterpsize of fogreat an Oppojition. 
 % © |: Say youfo, fayyoufo: Ifay unto youagaine, you area 
 | thallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke- 
 
 | wasiaid; our Friend true and conftant ; A good Plotte, 
 | good Friends, and full of expectation : An excellent plot, 
 | very good Friends. What a Frofty-{pirited rogue is this? 
 Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the 
 | generall conrfe of theaétion. By this hand, if I were now 
 
 } by this Rafcall, I could braine him with his Ladyes Fan. 
 | Isthere not my Father, my Vucle, and my Seife, Lord 
 | Edmond Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke,and OwenG lendonr? 
 Isthere not befides, the Dowg/as? Have I notall their let- 
 '} ters, to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Mo- 
 } neh? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? 
 Whar a Pagan Rafcallis this? An Infidell. Ha, you fhall 
 } feenow in very fincerity of Feare and Cold heart, willhe 
 to the King, and:lay open all our proceedings«O , Icould 
 devide my felfe,and go to buffets, for moving furch a dith 
 of skim'd Milke with fo honorable au Action. Hang him, 
 let him tellthe King we are prepared. I will fet forwards 
 tonight. — 
 
 : Enter his Lady, 
 
 | How now Kate,I muft leave you within thefe two houts, 
 
 _ La. O my good Lord,why are you thus alone? 
 
 | For what offence have I this fortnight beene 
 
 A-banifh’d woman from my Harries bed ? 
 
 | Tell me ({weet Logd) what is’t that takes from thee 
 
 Thy {inintichespletace, and thy golden fleepe ? 
 
 | Why doft thou bend thine eyes upon the earth > 
 
 | And fart fo often when thon fitt’ftalone ? 
 
 } Why batt thowloft the freth blood in thy. cheekes? 
 
 igivenmy Treafures and my rights of thee, ~ 
 
 } Tothick-ey’d muting, and curft melancholy? 
 
 Inmy faint flumbers,1 by thee have watcht, 
 
 | And heard thee murmm e tales of Iron Warres : 
 
 ace termes of mannage to thy bounding Steed, 
 ycourage tothe field. Aadthon hafttalk’d 
 
 Of Sallies, and Retires; Trenches, Tents, 
 
 | Of Palizadvcs, Frontiers, Parapets. 
 
 "| Of Bafiliskes, of Canon, Culverin. Semis 
 
 | Of Prifonersrantome, and of Souldiers flaine; 
 
 dail the currentiofaheaddy fight. : 
 
 feito thee hath beene fo at Warre, ., 
 
 us hath fo beftirr’d thee in thy fleepe, 
 
 hat beds of€{weate hath fooduponthy Brow, » 
 
 Like bubbiesin,a late-difturbed : cath BYES 
 
 And inthy Face ftrange motions have appear’d, 
 
 Such as we fee when men reftrainetheir breath 55 
 
 On fome great fodaine hatt. O what gtents arethefe? 
 
 Some heavie bufineffe hath my Lord in hand, % 
 
 Imutt know it: elfe he loves me not. : 
 
 Hot, What ho ; Is Gsiiams with the Packet gone Fg 
 
 Ser.‘ Heismy Lord, an houre agone. eh rte 
 
 Hor Hath Butler bought thofe horfes from the SHeritfe? 
 
 rit 
 
 The Fir( Part of K ing Henry-the Fopih. 
 
 He coilld be contented: Why is he not then? inrefpect of | 
 
 | braineisthis ? Iproteft,our plotisas good aplotas ever - 
 
 -T know you wife, but yet no further wife 
 
 ‘| Willthis content you Kate? 
 
 _and Francis. They take it alreadie upontheir confidence, f 
 _that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet Iam the King 
 
 ee 
 
 Ser. One horfe, my Lord, he brought even now. 
 
 Hor. What Horfe? A Roane,a crop eare, is it not? 
 
 Ser. Jtismy Lordi 
 
 Fer, That Roane thall bee my Throne. Well, I-will 
 backe him itraight. £ ‘fperance bid Butler,leade him forth’ 
 into the Parke. . 
 
 La. But heare you, my Lord: 
 
 Hot. What fay tt thon my Lady? 
 
 La. What isit carries you away? 
 
 Hot. Why, my horfe (my Love) ray hore. 
 
 La, Oiit you mad-headed’ Ape » a Weazéll hath not 
 fuch a deaie of Splecne,as you are toft with. In fo6th Ile 
 <now your bufinefle Harry, that 1 will. 1 feare my Bro- 
 ther Avortimer doth ftirre about his Title sand hath feat 
 for youtoline hisinterprize. But if you go 
 
 st. So farre afoot, I fhall be wearie, Love. 
 
 La. Come,come, you P araqnito, anfwere me dire@ly 
 Vato this queftion, rhat I fhallaske. Indeede He breake- 
 thy little finger Harry, if thou wile not tell me trues: 
 
 Hot. Away, away,you trifler: Love, I love thee yot 
 
 Icare notfor thec Kate : this is nowerld : . 
 To play with Mammets, and to tile with lips. 
 We mutt have bloody Nofes, and crack’d Crownes, 
 And paffe themcurrant too: Gods me, ny horfe. 
 What fay’ftthow Kate? would’ {t thou have with me? 
 
 La. Do yenot love me? Do you not indeed ? 
 Well, donot then. For fince you love me tit, 
 
 I will not love my felfe. Do you not love me ? 
 
 Nay, tell me if thou {peakeft in jeftjor no. 
 Het. Come, wit thon fee me ride? 
 
 And when I ama horfebacke, I will fweare 
 
 Ilove theeinfinitely. But harke you Kate, 
 
 I malt not have you henceforth, queftion me, 
 
 Whither I go :nor reafon whereabout, 
 
 Whither I mult ; I muft: andto conclade, 
 
 This Evening mutt I leave thee, gentle Kate. 
 
 Then Harry Percies wife. Conftant you are, 
 
 But yet a woman : and for fecrecie, 
 
 No Lady clofer. For I will beleeve 
 
 Thou 4vilt not utter what thou do’ft not know, 
 
 And fo farre will | truftthee, gentle Kate. 
 La. How fo farre? hos ae 
 Hot. Notan inch further“But harkelyon Kare, 
 
 Whither I go, thither fhall you go too: 
 
 To day will I fer forth, to marrow yous 
 
 La. Xt mutt of force. “. Exeunt. 
 
 Seana Quarta, 
 
 Enter Prince and Poynes. 
 
 Prin, Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend # 
 me thy hand to laugha litsfe. Stas 
 
 Poynes. Where hattbeene Hal? | | oe 
 
 Prin, With three or foure Logger-heads, amongft 3. } 
 or fourefcore Hogfheads.. Ihave founded the verie bafe | 
 {tring of humilitic. Sirra, lam {wornbrorher to a leth of } 
 Drawers,and can call them by their namesjas Tom,Dicke, 
 
 of Curtefiestelling me flatly I am not proud Jack like Fa/- | 
 tafe, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, agoed boy, and} 
 when Iam King of England,| thall command allthe good | 
 Laddes in Eaft-cheape. They call drinking deepe, dy- 
 ing Scarlet ; and when you breake in your watring , ae 
 e 3 ia 2 
 
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 they cry pem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am 
 fo good a proficient in on€ quarter ofanhoure, that I can 
 drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my 
 life. I tell thee ACed,thou haft loft much honor,that thea 
 wert not with me inthis action: but {weet Ned, to fwee- 
 ten whichname of 2ed,I give theethis peniworth of Su- 
 gar, clapt even now into my hand by an under Skinker, 
 one that never fpake other Englith in his life, then £ ight 
 Srillings and fix pence, and, Yon are welcome: with this fhrill 
 addition, e<uon, Anon fir, Score a Psntof BaStard in the 
 Halfe Moone, or {o.But Ned, to drive away tume till Faé- 
 fraffecome, I prytheedoe thou ftand in fome by-roome; 
 while I queftion my puny Drawer, to what end he gave 
 me the Sugar, and do never leave calling Francs, that his 
 Taleto me may be nothing but, Anon: ftep afide, and Ie 
 fhew thee a Prefident. 
 
 Poines. Pransis. 
 
 Prin, Thouart perfec. 
 Poin. Francis. 
 
 3 Enter Drawer. 
 
 Fran. Anon,anon fir; lookedowne into the Pomgar- | 
 net, Ralfe. 
 
 Prince. Come hither Frances: , 
 
 Fran, My Lord. : 
 
 Prin. How long haft thou toferve,Francis? 
 
 Fran. Forfooth five years and as much as to——— 
 
 Pom, Francis. 
 
 Fran. Anon,anon firs ; 
 
 Prin, Five yeares: Berlady along Leafe for the clin- 
 king of Pewter. But Francis, dareft thou be fo valiant,as 
 to play the coward with chy Indenture,and thew ita faire 
 paire of heele, and run from it? ; 
 
 ‘Fran. O Lord fir, Ie be fworne upon all the Books in 
 England, I could finde in my hearts 
 
 Poin, Francis. 
 
 Fran. Anon,anon fir. 
 
 Prin. How old art thou, Francis? 
 
 Fran, Let mefee,about Michaelmas next I fhall be+— 
 
 Poin. Francis, 
 
 Fran. Anon fir, pray you ftaya little, my Lord. 
 
 Prin, Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou 
 
 aveft me, twas a peny worth, was’tnot? 
 
 Frans O Lord fir, i would it had bene two. 
 
 Prin. Iwill giue thee for it athoufand pound : Aske 
 me when thou wilt, and thon fhalt have it. 
 
 Poin. Francis. 
 
 Fran, Anon,anon. 
 
 Prin. Anon Francis? No Francis, but to morrew Fran- 
 cis: or Francis,on thurfday:or indeed Francis when thou 
 wilt. But Francis. 
 
 Fran, My Lord. 
 
 Prin. Wilt thou robthis Leatherne Terkin, Chriftall 
 button,Not-pated, Agatring, Pukeftecking , Caddice 
 garter, Smooth tongue, Spanifh pouch. 
 
 Fran, O Lord fir,;who do yon meane ? 
 
 Prin, Why then your browne Baftard is your onely 
 drinke : for looke you Francis, your white Canuas doub- 
 let will fully. In Barbary fir, it cannot come to fo much. 
 
 Fran What fir? 
 
 Poin, Francis. 
 
 “Prin, Away you Rogue, doft thou heare them call ? 
 
 Heere theyboth cali him, the Drawer Stands amazed, 
 not knowing which way to go. 
 
 - Enter Vintner. 
 Viet. What, ftand'{t chou full, and hear’{t fucha cal- 
 
 The Firft Part of King Henry the Fourth. 3 
 
 ling? Looketothe Guefts within : 
 Jobn with halfe adozen more, are at the doore: flaall let} 
 them in? 7 
 
 the doore, fhall we be merry ? 
 
 Whatcunning match have you made withthisjeftofthe | 
 Drawer? Come, what’s the ifflue 
 
 felves humors, fince the old dayes of goodman e4damto | 
 the pupill age of this prefent tweluee clock at midnight, 
 
 {weet Harry {ayes fhe, how many_haft thou kilf'd today? 
 
 : My Lord, olde Sir] | 
 \ 
 
 Prin, Letthemi alone awhile, and then open thedoore, 
 
 Pownes. 
 
 Enter P oines. 
 Poines, Anon,anonfir. 2 a 
 Prin, Sirra, Falfaffe and thereft of the Theeves,areat | — 
 
 Pein. As merrieas Cricketsmy Lad. But harke yee, a 
 
 ? 
 Prin. Lamnow of all humors, that have fhewed them. 
 
 W hat’saclocke Francis? 
 Fras. Anon, anon fir. 
 Prin, That ever this Fellow fhould have fewer words 
 
 thea Parret, and yetthe fonne of a Woman. His indus 
 
 firy is up-ftairesand down-ftaires, his cloquence the pat= 
 cellofareckoning. Laminot yet of Percies mind,the Hot 
 
 {purre of the North, he that killes me fome fixe or feaven | 
 
 dozen of Scots ata Breakfaft, wafhes his~ handsand fayes 
 
 tohis wife; Fie upon this quiet life,I want worke.Omy 
 
 Give my Roane horfé adrench ( fayeshee ) and anfwers, 
 fome fourteene.an houre after :a trifle, atrifle. I pret 
 call in Falsteffe, Ue play Percie, and thagdamn‘d Brawne |” 
 fhall play Dame Adortimer his wife. Rive , {ayesthedrune 
 kard. Call in Ribs,callin Tallow, : 
 
 Enter Falftaffe. 
 
 Pein. Wecome Iacke, where haft thot beene? 
 
 Fal. A plague of all Cowards I fay, and a Vengeance 
 too, marry and Amen. Give mea cup of Sacke Boy. Ere} 
 1 leade this life long, Ile fowe nether ftockes, and mend 
 themtoo. A plague ofall cowards, Give meea Cu 
 Sacke, Rogne. Is there no Vertue extant? 
 
 Prin. Didftthounever fee Titan kifle a dith of Butter, | 
 pittifullhearted Titan that meited atthe {weete Taleof} 
 the Sunne? If thoudidft, then behold that compounds | 
 
 Fal. You Rogue, heexe’s Lime in this Sacke toost 
 isnothing but Roguery to be found ina Villanous malhyet: 
 a Coward is worfethen a Cup of Sack with limes Aviley 
 lanous Coward, gothy wayes old Iacke, die when 
 wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgotupe 
 face of the earth, thenam I a fhotten Herring + there 
 not three good men unhang’d in England,and one of them | 
 is fat,and growes old,God helpe the while, a bad world: 4 
 fay. I would I were a Weaver, I could fing all manner of 
 fongs. A plague ofall Cowards, I fay ftill. 
 
 Prine How now Woolfacke, what mutter you? 
 
 Fal. AKings Sonne? If {do not beate thee outort 
 
 Kingdome with a dagger of Lath, and drive all thy 
 jects afore thee like aflocke of Wilde-geefe, Met 
 weare haire on my face more. YouPrince of Wi 
 
 Prin, Why you horfen round man? what’sthe 
 
 Fal. Ave you notacoward ? Aniwere me to that 
 
 Poines there? 
 “Prin. Ye fatch paunch, and yee call me Cow 
 ftab thee. eae 
 
 | Zal. Icall thee Coward? Ile fee thee damn’d eret 
 
 the Coward:butI would givea thoufand pound F 
 
 run as faftas thou canft. You are ftraight enough 
 fhoulders, you cate not who feesyour backe: € 
 
 sof 
 
that backing of your friends? a plague upon {uch backing: 
 give me themthat will face me. Give me a Cup of Sack, 
 lama Rogue if I drunke to day. 
 Prince. O Villaine, thy Lippes are fearce wip'd, fince 
 thou drunk’ ftlatt. 
 Fals, All’s one for that. He drinkes, 
 A plague ofall Cowards ftill, fay I. 
 Pria. What’sthe matter ? 
 Falst. What's the matter ? here bee foure ofus, have 
 ta’ne'a choufand pound this Morning. 
 Prin. Where is it, Taske ?where is it ? 
 | Fal. Where is it? taken from us, it is:a hundred up- 
 » | ONpoore foure of us. 
 + Prin. What, a hundred, man? 
  Faift, Tama Rogue, if I were notat halfefword with 
 a dozen,of them two houres together. Ihave fcaped by 
 miracle. Jam eight times thruft through the Deublet, 
 | foure through the Hofe, my Buckler cut through and 
 | through, my Sword hackr like a Hand-faw, ecce fignnm. 
 T never deait better fince I was a man : all would not doe. 
 A plague of all Cowards: letthem {peake ; if they {peake 
 more or leffe then truth, they are villaines and the fonnes 
 of darkneffe, 
 Pringe. Speake firs, how Was it ? 
 Gad. We foure fet upon fome dozen. 
 £alf. Sixceene, at leaft,my Lord. 
 Gad. And bound them. 
 Peto. No,ndthey were not bound. 
 Fal. You Rogue they were bound,eyery man of them, 
 _ | or lama Tew elfe,an Ebrew lew. 
 | | . Gad. As we were tharing, fome fixe or feaven frefh men 
 }fetuponus. 
 “ats And unbound the reft, and then come inthe 
 | Other. 
 Prince. What,fought ye with them all? 
 Fad. Ail? Tknow not whatyecallall : but if I fought 
 “not with fiftie of them, Iam a bunch of Radifh : if there 
 | werenot two or three and fiftie upon poore olde Lacke, 
 thenam I no two-legg’d Creature. . 
 Poin. Pray Heaven, you have not murthered fome of 
 them. ti) ee 
 “Fait: Nay, that’s pat praying for. I have pepper’d 
 twoof them: Two Iam fare I have payed, two Rogues 
 imBiickrom Sutes. Itell thee what, Hed, if I tell thee a 
 Lye, {pit in my face,call me Horfe: thou knoweft my olde 
 ‘word + here I lay andthus I bore my point; foure Rognes 
 in Buckrom [et drive at me. 
 Prince. What,foure? thou fayd’ft but two,even now. 
 | Falst, Foure Hal, Told thee foure. 
 | Poin, 1,1, he fayd foure. : 
 | als. Thefe foure camealla-front,and mainely thruft 
 atme; I made no moreadoe, bat tookeall their feaven 
 ints in my Targuet, thus. 
 Prince. Seven? why there were 
 aif. In Buckrom. 
 in. 1, foure, in Buckrom Sutes. 
 als#, Seven, by thefe hilts, or Lama Villaineelfe. 
 ia. Pretheclet himalone, we fhall have more anon. 
 
 a 
 
 e* 
 *. 
 
 but fourc,even now. 
 
 aif. Doe fo, for it is worth the liftning tod: thefe 
 inBuckrom, that I told thee of. 
 Prix, So, two more alreadic. 
 --Falff, Their Points being broken. 
 ain, Downe fell his Hofe. . as 
 | Falft. Begantogive me ground ; but I followed ‘me 
 
 Lhe Fit Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 fhall we be merry ? fhall we have a Play extempory. 
 
 & 
 
 37 
 
 clofe,came in foot and hand and with a thonghe,leaven of 
 the eleven I pay'd. 
 
 Pria. O monftrous 
 of twoe : 
 
 Falst. Butas the Devill would haveit, three mifbe- 
 gotten Knaves, in Kendall Greene, came at my Backe, and 
 let drive ar me ;for it was fo darke, Hal,chat thou could'ti 
 not fee thy Hand. 
 
 Prin. Thefe Lyesare like the Father that begets t!.ém, 
 gtofleasa Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thon Clay- 
 brayn’d Guts, thon Knotty-pated Foole,thou Horfon ob- 
 fcene greafie Tallow Catch. 
 
 Falf. Whatjart thou mad? artthou mad ? is-not the 
 truth, the truth ? 
 
 Pria. Why, how conld’ft-thou know thefe menin 
 Kendall Greene, when it was fo darke, thou covid’it net 
 fee thy Hand? Come, tell’ts your reafon: what fay’ft thou 
 to this? 
 
 Poin, Come, your reafon Tack, your reafon. 
 
 Pali; What, upon compulfion? No were Lat the 
 Strappado, or all the Rackes in the World, I would nox 
 tell you on compnifioh. Give youa reafonon compulfi- 
 on ? Ifreafons wereas plenty as Black-berries, I would 
 give no mana reafon upon compulfion,{, 
 
 Prin. ile be no longer guiltie of this finne. This fan- 
 guine Coward, this Bed-prefler, this Horf-back-breaker, 
 this huge Hill of Flefh. : 
 
 Falsf, Awey you Starveling, you Elfe-skin,you dried 
 Neatstongue, Bulles-piffell, you ftocke-fith:O for breth 
 to vtter, Whatis like thee? You Tailors yard,you fheath, 
 you bow-cafe, you vile ftanding tucke. 
 
 Prin, Well, breath a- while, and then te’ tagaine : and 
 when thon haft ryr’d thy felfe inbafe comparifons, heare 
 me fpeake but thus. 
 
 Poin. Marke Iacke. ease 
 
 Prin. Wetwo, faw you fonre fet on foureand bound 
 
 them, and were Matters of their Wealth: mark now how 
 a plaine Tale hall put youdowne. Then did wetwo, fet 
 on youfoure, and witha word , outfac’d you from your 
 prize, and haveit: yea,and can thew it you in the Houfe. 
 And Falffaffe, you caried your Guts away as nimbly,with 
 as quicke dexteritic, and roared for mercy, and ftill ranne 
 androar’d, as ever | heard Bull-Caife. What a Siave art 
 thou, to hacke thy {word as thou haft done, and then fay 
 it wasin fight. What trick? what device ? what farting 
 hole canft thou now find out, to hide thee from rhis open 
 and apparant fhame? 
 
 Poines. Come, let 
 
 thou now ? 
 _ Fal. i knew yeas well as he that made ye. Why heare 
 ye my Maiters , was it for me to kill the Heire apparant ? 
 Should I turne upon the true Prince? Why, thou knoweft 
 Tamas valiant as Hercales : but beware Inftiné, the Lyon 
 will not touch the true Prince: Inftin&t is agreat matter. 
 I wasa Coward on Inftin&: I thail thinke che better of 
 my felfe, and thee, during my life: I,for a valiant Lyon, 
 and thou foratrue Prince. But Lads, Iam glad youwhave 
 the Mony, Hofteffe, clap to the doores: watch'to Night, 
 pray tomorrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Hearts ofGold, 
 allthe good Titlesof Fellowfhip come to you. What, 
 
 t eleven Buckrom men growne out 
 
 ’s heare Tacke: What tricke batt 
 
 Prin, Content,and the argument fliall bee , thy running 
 away. 
 Fal. A, no more of that Hal, and thouloveft me, : 
 Enter Hofte[fe. 
 " Hoff. My Lord,the Prince ? 
 
 4 
 Pris. ‘ 
 
58 
 
 The Firft Part of. King Henry the Fou 
 
 rtb. 
 
 Prin, How now my Lady the Hofteffe, what fay’ ft 
 thou tome? 
 
 Hofteffe. Marry, my Lord,there is a Noble man of the 
 Court at doore would {peakewith you : he fayes,he comes 
 ‘| from your Father. 
 
 Pris. Give him as muchas will make him a Royall 
 man,and fend him backe againe to my Mother. 
 
 Falst. What manner of man is he? 
 
 Hofteffe. An old man. 
 
 Falft. What doth Gravitie out of 
 Shall I give him his anfwere ? 
 
 Prin. Prethee doe Lacke. 
 
 Falft. Faith, and Me fend him packing. Exit. 
 
 Prince. Now Sirs : you fought faires fo did you 
 Peto, fo did yon Bardol: youare Lyons too» you ranne 
 away upon infting : you will not touch the true Prince; 
 no, fie. 
 
 Bard. ’Faith, 
 
 Prin, Tell mee now in carne 
 Sword fo hackt? 
 
 Peto. Why, he backtit with his Dagger, and faid, he 
 would {weare truth out of England : but he would make 
 you belceve it wasdone in fight, and perfwaded us to doe 
 the like. 
 
 Bard. Yca,,andto tickle our Nofes with Spear-graffe, 
 tomakethembleed, and then beflabber our garments, 
 with it,and {weare ic was the blood of true men. J did 
 that I did not this feven yeares before , I blufht to heare 
 his monftrous devices. 
 
 Prin. O Villaine, thou ftolefta Cup of Sacke eighteene 
 yeeresagoe, and wert taken with the manner, andever 
 fince. thou haft blutht extempore: thou hadft fire and 
 {word onthy fide, and yet thou ranneft away ; whatin- 
 {tinct hadft thon for it? 
 
 Bard, My Lord, doe you fee thefe Meteors? doe you 
 
 behold thefe exhalations? 
 
 Prin.. I doe, 
 
 Bard. What thinke you they portend? 
 
 Prin.Hot Livers,and cold Purfes. 
 
 Bard. Choler, my Lord, ifrightly taken. 
 
 Prin. No, if rightly taken, Halter. 
 
 his Bed at Midnight ? 
 
 I ranne when I faw other's runne. 
 ft, how came Falitaffes 
 
 Enter Falftaffe. 
 
 Heere comes leane Jacke, heere comes bare-bone. How 
 now my fweete Creature of Bombaft, how long is’tagoe, 
 Tacke, fince thou faw’ ft thine owne Knee? 
 
 Falst:. My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres 
 (Hal) I was notan Eagles Talent inthe Wafte, I could 
 have crept intoany Aldermans Thumbe-Ring: a plague 
 of fighing and griefe, itblowes aman uplike a Bladder. 
 There’s villanous Newes abroad: heere was Sir John 
 Braby ftom your Father ; yoummft goe tothe Court in 
 the Morning. The fame mad fellow of the North, Percy; 
 and hee of Wales, that gave Amamow the Baftinado, 
 and made Lucifer Cuckold, and {wore the Devill his true 
 Leige-man upon the Croffe of a Welch-hooke ; whata 
 Palgue call you him? 
 
 Poin. O,Glendower. 
 
 Falit. Owen, Owen ; thefame, and his Sonne in Law 
 «Mortimer, and old Northamberland, and the {prightly 
 Scot of Scots, Dowgéas, that runnesaHorfe-backe upa 
 Hill perpendicular. 
 
 Frin, Hee that rides at high fpeede, and witha Piftoll 
 killsa Sparrow flying. 
 
 Faist, Youhauc hit it. 
 
 W 
 fo for running? 
 not budge a foot. 
 and one A@ordake , anda thoufand blew-Cappes more, } 
 Worcefter is toineaway by Night : thy Fathers Beartlis 
 turn’d white with the Newes; you may buy Landnow } 
 as cheape as {linkin 
 
 civill buffetting hold, wee {hall buy Maiden- heads as they 
 buy hob-nayles, bythe handreds. 
 
 fhall have good trading that way. But tellme Hall ,are 
 
 | Harry,which thou fait often heard of,andit is knowne 
 
 Prin. So did he neuer the Sparrow. 
 
 Falft. Welt, that Rafcall hath good metta 
 ill not runne. 
 Pring Why, whata 
 
 Nin hishee| —: 
 Rafcallart thou then, to prayfe him Ei 4 
 
 Falft. A Horfe-backe (ye Cuckoe) buta foot he will 4 | 
 
 Priu. Yes lacke, upon infin. ae 
 Fait, ¥ grant yeyupon inftind: Weil, hee is theret 
 
 g Mackrell. : 
 ke, ifthere come a hot Sunne,and this } 
 
 > - 
 
 Prin. Then tis lt 
 
 Falft. By the Maffe Lad, thou fay’{t true ,it is like wee 
 
 not thou horrible afear’d ? thon being Heire apparant, 
 couldthe World picke thee out three fach Enemyesa | 9 
 gaine, as that Fiend Dowglas , that Spirit Percy , andthar} 
 Devill Glendower ? Art thou not horribleafraid? Doth | 
 not thy_blood thrillat it ? 9 
 Prin. Not a whit :Ilackefome ofthy inftin®, 
 Fai}. Weil, thou wilt be horrible chidde tomorrow, | 
 whenthou commeft to thy Father ; if thon doe love me} > 9 
 practice an anfwere. co 
 Prin. Doe thou ftand for my Father, amd exa 
 upon the particulars of my Life. : 
 Falft. Shall 1? content: This Chayre fhall bee my 
 State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cufhion my 
 Crowne. “ate, 
 Prin. Thy State is taken for a loyn'd-Stoole, thy Gol- 
 den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger , and thy precions 1 
 Crowne, for a pittifull bald Crowne- fo 
 Prin, Well, andthe fire of Grace be not quit 
 thee now halt thou be moved, Give mea Cupor 
 tomake mine cyeslooke redde, that it may bee thought | 
 have wept, for I muft {peake in paffion, and I will doe it | 
 in King Camby/es veine. i 
 Prin. Well, heere is my Legge. 
 Falft. And heereismy {peech : ftand afide No 
 Hoffeffe. This is excellent {port, yfai th. : 
 Fal. Weepe not , fweet Queene, for trickling teates 
 are vaine. ee. 
 Halel Othe Father, how hee holdes his counte-} 
 nance 
 Fal.For Gods fake Lords, convey my truftfull Queen, } 
 For teares doe ftop the floud-gates of her eyes ; 
 Hoffefe. O rare, he doth itas like one of thefe harlotry 
 Playersas ever I fee. ee 
 Fat, Peace good Pint-pot, peace good Tickle-brainte 
 Harry, Idoe not onely marvell where thou fpendeftth 
 time; butalfo, how thouartaccompanied: For thougn) ” 
 the Camomile,the more it is troden,the fafter it growes; | 
 yet Youth, the more itis wafted , the fooner it weares: 
 Thouart my fonne: Ihave partly thy Mothers Wo 
 partly my Opinion ; bur chiefely , a villanous t 
 thine Eye, and a toolifh hanging of thy nethefLippe,, 
 doth warrant me. Ifthen thou bee Sonne tomes, | 
 lyeth the point : why, being Sonne to mee , art thou 
 pointed at? Shall the bleffed Sonne of heaven prov 
 Micher, and eate Black-berries? aqueftion not t 
 askte Shall the Sonne of England. proove a Theefe, 
 take Purfes? aqueftion to bee askt. There isa tht 
 
 Heo 
 
_ Lhe Firft Partof King Henry the Fourth. 5 9 
 
 many inour Land, by the Name of Pitch : this Pitch (as 
 ancient Writers doe report doth defile; fo doth the com- 
 panic thou keepeft: for Harry, now I doe not {peake to 
 thee in Drinke,but in Teares ; not in pleafure, but in Paf- 
 fion ; not in Words onely, but in Woes alfo: and yet 
 there isa vertuous man, whom have often noted in thy 
 companie, but I know not his Name. | 
 = What manner of man ,-and it like your Ma- 
 jeftie? 
 Fal#. Agoodly portly man yfaith , and a corpulent, 
 | of achearefull Looke , a pleafing Eye, anda moit noble 
 * Carriage, and as thinke,his age fome fiftie,or (byrlady) 
 ; inclining to threefcore ; and now Ircmember mee , his 
 Name is Fadfeffe: if that man fhould be lewdly given , 
 hedeceives mee; for Harry , I {ee vertue in his Lookes. 
 Ifthen the Tree may be knowne by the Fruit,as the Fruit 
 by the Tree, then peremptorily I {peake it,there is Vertue 
 inthat F a/ftaffe : him keepe with , the reft banifh. And 
 tellime now, thou naughtie Varlet , tellme, where haft 
 thou beene this moneth ? 
 © | Prin. Do’ ft thou fpeake like aKing ? doe thou ftand 
 | for me,and Ile play my Father. 
 E Falft. Depofe me: if thou do’ft it halfe fo gravely, fo 
 __| majettically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the 
 | heetes for a Rabbet-fucker, or a Poulters Hare. 
 Prin. Well, heere | am fet. 
 Fait. And heere I {tand: judge my Mafters. 
 Prin. Now Harry, whence come you ? 
 Fait. My Noble Lord, from Eaft-cheape. 
 Prin. The complaints I heare of thee, are grievous. 
 Falft. Yfaith, my Lord, they are falfe : Nay, Tle tickle 
 y¢ for a young Prince. 
 Prin. Sweareft thou, ungracious Boy? henceforth 
 _ | ne’re looke on me : thouart violently carryed away from 
 | Gracestheretis a Devil] haunts thee, inthe likeneffe of a 
 © | fatuld Man; aTunne of Manisthy Companion: Why 
 do’it thou converfe with that Trunke of Humors, that 
 - | Boulting-Hutch of Beattlineffe, that {wolne Parcell of 
 _ | Dropfies, that huge Bombard of Sacke,that ftuft Cloake- 
 | baggc of Guts, that rofted Manning-Tree Oxe with the 
 _ | Puddings in his Belly, that Reverend Vice , that grey Ini- |. 
 quitie, that Father RuiHian,that Vanitie in yeares? where- 
 in is he good, but to tatteSacke and drinke it ? wherein 
 ¢ | neat and cleanly ,but to carue a Capon,and eate it ? where- 
 _ | in Cunning, but in Craft ? wherein Craftie, butin Villa- 
 \/ | nie? wherein Villanous, but in all things ? wherein wor- 
 
 nothimthy Harryescompanie ; banith plumpe Jaske, an, ) 
 banith ail the World. a4 eee 
 Prince. I doe,1 will. 
 
 Enter Bardolph rénning. 
 
 Bard. O,my Lord, my Lord , the Sherife,with a moft 
 monftrous Watch, is at thee doore. 
 
 falst. Out you Rogue, play outthe Play +I have much 
 to fay in the behalfe of that Fadfaje, 
 
 Enter the Hofteffe, 
 
 Hofteffe. O, my Lord, my Lord. 
 
 Falft. Heigh, beigh, the Divell rides upona Fiddle- 
 fticke : what's the matter 2 ; 
 
 Hofteffe. The Sherife and all the Watch are at the 
 doore: they are come tofearch the Houte, fhall I let 
 them in ? ; 
 
 Falft. Do'tt thou heare Ha/, never call a true pecce of 
 Golda Counterfeit; thou art effentially made , without 
 feeming fo, 
 
 Prince, And thou a naturall Coward, without in- 
 ftin. 
 
 Fai. I deny your C¥Vaior ; if ‘you will deny the 
 Sherife 5 fo : ifnot , let him enter. If I become not aCart 
 as wellasanothe. man, aplague onmy bringing up: | 
 ae T fhallas foonebe ftrangled wth a Halter, as ano~ 
 ther. 
 
 Prince. Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the refi 
 walke up above. Now my Mafters, for atrue Face and 
 good Confcience. | 
 
 Fal#, Both which! have had: but their date is out,. 
 and therefore Ie hide me. Exit. 
 Prince.Call inthe Sherife. 
 
 Enter Sherife andthe Carrier. 
 
 Siiws Now MafterSherife, what is your will with 
 She. Firft pardon me, my Lord. A Hue andCry hath 
 followed certaine men unto this houfe. 
 Prince. What wen ? ‘ 
 She. Onc of them is well knowne, my ‘gracions Lord, | 
 a groffe fat man. ee 
 Car. Asfat as Butter. 
 
 thy, but innothing ? Prince. The man, I doeaffure you, is not here, 
 Falfi, Uwould your Grace would take me with you: For l my felfe atthis time have imploy’d him : 
 whom meanes your Grace? And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee, 
 
 That I will by tomorrow Dinner tine, 
 Send him to anfwere thee, or any man, 
 _ Forany thing he fhall be charg’d withall: 
 And fo let meentreat you, leave the houfe. 
 She. I will, my Lord ; thereare two Gentlemen 
 Have inthis Robbery loft three hundred Markes. 
 Prince. It may be fo : if he have robb’d thefe men, 
 He {hall be anfwerable : and fo farewell. 
 She. Good Night, my Noble Lord. 
 Prince. I thinkeit is good Merrow, is it not? 
 She. Indeede, my Lord, f thinke it be twoa Clocke. 
 
 | Prince. That villanous abominable mis-leader of Youth, 
 | Falftaffe that old white-bearded Sathan. 
 i = «|= Bals#. My Lord, the man I know. 
 Prince. \ know thou do'ft. ; 
 Falst. Butto fay, 1 know more harme in him then in 
 my felfe, were to fay morethen I know. That he is olde 
 (themorethe pittie) his white haires doe witneffeic : 
 | but that heeis (faving your reverence ) a Whore-ma- 
 | ter, that I utterly deny. IfSackeand Sugar be a faule, 
 Heaven helpe the wicked : ifto be olde and merry, bea 
 finne, then many an olde Hofte that Iknow , isdamn’d ; 
 
 if tobe fat, be to be hated , then Pharaobs leane Kine arc Exit. 
 
 tobe loved. No, avy good Lord, banith Peto, banith Prince. ‘This oyly Rafcall is knowneas wellas Powles 
 Bardolph, banifh Poines: but for {weete lacke Falfaffe, | goecall him forth. OF 
 Kinde Jacke Falfiaffe true lacke Falftaffe valiant Iacke Fal- Pete. Faiftaffe? faftafleepe behinde the Arras , and 
 fraffe,and herefure more valiant, being as he is olde Jacke | fnorting like a Horfe, 
 
 Prince; Harke, how hard he fetches breaths fearch his | 
 Pockets... . a 
 
 Faliteffe, banith nothim thy Harryet compani¢ , banith 
 
60 
 
 He fearcheth his Pockets and finder 
 eertaine Papers. 
 
 Prince. What haft thou found ? 
 
 Peto. Nothing but papers, my Lord. 
 
 Prince. Let’s fee, what be they 2 reade them. 
 
 Peto. Item, a Capon. ii-s.ii-d. 
 
 | Item, Sawce. iiii-d. 
 Item, Sacke, two Gallons, VeS.Villed. 
 Item, Anchovesand Sacke after fupper. — iiss,vids 
 Item, Bread. ob. 
 
 Prince, O monftrous, but one halfe penny-worth of 
 Bread to this iiatullerable deale of Sacke ?. What there is 
 elfe, keepe clofe, weele reade it at more advantage: there 
 let him fleepe till day. Ile tothe Court in the Morning : 
 Wemnuttalltothe Warres, and thy place fhall be hono- 
 rable. Me procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, and 
 I know his death will be a Match of Twelve-fcore. The 
 Money fhall be pay’d backe againe with advantage. Be 
 with me betimes in the Morning: and fo good morrow 
 Peto. 
 
 Peto, Good morrow, good my Lord. _, Exeunt 
 
 eA us Tertius. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Hot/purre, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, 
 _ OwenGlendower. 
 
 (Mert. Thefe promifes are faire, the parties fure, 
 And our induion full of profperous hope. 
 Hots. Lord Adortimer and Coufin Glendower, 
 Will you fit downe ? 
 And Vuckle Worcester ; a plague upon it, 
 I have forgot the Mappe. 
 Glend. No; here itis: 
 Sit Confin Percy, fit good Coufin Horfparre: 
 For by that Name,as oft as Lancaffer doth {peake of you, 
 HisCheekeslooke pale, and witha rifing igh, 
 He wifheth you in Heaven. 
 Hots. And you in Hell, as oftashe heares OwenGken- 
 dower ipoke of. . 
 Glend. I caitot blame him : At my Nativitie, 
 The front of heaven was full of fierie fhapes, 
 Of burning Greffets: and at my Buth, 
 The frame and foundation of the Earth 
 Shak’dlike a Coward. 
 Horfp. Why fo it would have done at the fame feafon 
 if your Mothers Cathad butkitten'd, though your felfe 
 had never beene borne, - 
 Glend. 1 fay the Earth did fhake when I was borne. 
 Hot, And [fay the Earth was not of my minde: 
 If you fuppofe, as fearing you,itfhooke. 
 Glend. Ths heavens were allon fire, the Earth did 
 tremble. 
 Hot. Oh, then the Earth fhooke 
 To feethe Heavens.on fire, 
 And notin feare of yourNativitie, 
 Difeafed nature oftentimes breakes forth 
 In ftrange eruptions ; andtheteemingEarth = .. - 
 Is withakinde of Colicke pincht and vext, 
 By theimprifoningofunruly Winde 
 
 | Shakesthe old Beldame Earth;and tomblesdowne 
 
 T he Fir(t Partof King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 rul ; ~ | And in my conduét-fhall your Ladies come, 
 Within her Wombe: which for enlargement ftriving, © |) From whom you now.mutt fteale,and take no leave © 
 For therewill bea World of Water fhed, .< 
 
 Steeples,and mofle-growne Towers. At your Birth, 
 Our Grandam Earth, having this diftemperature, 
 In paffion fhooke. 
 . Gleud, Coufin ; of many men 
 I doe not beare thefe Croffings: give me leave 
 To tell you onceagaine, that at my Birth” 
 The front of Heaven was full of ferte fhapes, ie 
 The Goates ranne from the Mountaines, and the Heards 
 Were ftrangely clamerous to the frighted fields ; 
 Thefe fignes have markt me extraordinarie, 
 Andall the courfes of my Life doe fhew, 
 I am notin the Roli of commen mea. @ 
 Where is the Living, clipt in with the Sea, ea 
 That chidesthe Bankes of England, Scotland, and Wales,} 
 Which calls me Pupil, or hath read to me? Agh am 
 And bring him out,that is but womans foone, ee 
 Can trace mein the tedious wayes of Art, Bees 
 And hold me pace in deepe experiments, —- ae le 
 Hot. { thinke there’sno man {peakes better Welfh: 
 Ile to Dinner. ue 
 (Mort. Peace Coufin Percy, you will make himimad. 
 Glend.. 1 can call Spirits from the vaitie Deepe. - 
 Hot. Why focan I, or fo canany man: ore 
 But will they come, when you doe callforthem? 
 Glend:; Why, 1 can teach thee,Coufin, to command the 
 Devill. i.e 
 Hot. And I canteach thee, Coufin, to fhame the Divell, 
 By telling truth. Tell truth, and fhame the Diveh, 1) 
 If theu have power to raife hisn, bring him hither, 
 And Ile be {worne, I have power to fhame him hence. 
 Oh, while you live , tell truth, and fhame the Divell, 4” 
 . ead Come, come, no more. of this unprofitable |” 
 at. “aye ; 
 Glend.T bree times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head 
 Againft my power : thrice from the Banks of Wye, 
 And fand y-bottom’d Severne, have I hent him 
 Bootiefle home, and Weather-beaten backes . 
 Hor. Home without Bootes, 
 And infoule Weather too, 
 How {capes he Aguesin the Divels name 2 - 
 Glend, Come, heere’s the Mappe:: 
 Shali wee devide our Right, : 
 According co our threetold order ta’ne? 
 Ador. Yhe Arch- Deacon hath devided it 
 Incothree Limits, very equally : 
 England, trom Trent,and Severne hitherto, 
 By South and Eatt, is to my part affign’d: a 
 Ali Weftward, Wales, beyond the Severne fhore, . 
 And all the fertile Land within that bound, 
 To Owen Glendower : And deare Couze, to you 
 The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent. 
 And our indentures Tripartite are drawne : 
 Which being fealed enterchangeably, 
 (A bofineffe thatthis Night may execute) . 
 To.morrow, Coufin Percy, you and I, 
 And my good Lord of Worcefter will fet forth, 
 To meet your Father, and the Scottifh Power, 
 As isappointed us at Shrewsbury. 
 My Father Glendower isnot readieygty = 
 . Nor fhall we neede his helpethefe fourcteenedayes: 
 - Within that fpace, you. may have drawne together 
 - Your Tenants, Friends, and neighboring Gentlemen« 
 _ ~Glend. A {horter time fhall {end mete you, Lords: 
 
 s 
 
 + thas 
 Pao came Ie 
 x 
 
ponthe parting of your Wivesand you: 
 Tp. Me shitter my moity,North from Burton here, 
 -Tnoqitantitie equals not one of yours; 
 See, how this River coms mecranking in, 
 And cuts me from the beft of all my Land, 
 _A huge halfe Moone, a monttrous Cantle out. 
 | Me+have the Currant in this place damn’d up, 
 _ | And here the {mug and Silver Trent fhall runne, 
 | Inanew Chanell, taire and evenly = 
 It fhall not winde.with fucha deepe indent, 
 | TosobmeofforichaBottomeheree 
 | Glesd. Not winde? it thall,it muft, you fee it doth. 
 Mort. Yea, but marke how he beares his courfe, 
 And runes meup, with like advantage on the other fide, 
 Gelding the oppofed Continent as much, 
 | As onthe other fide it takes from you. ses 
 | wore. Yca,but alitle Charge willtrench hii here, 
 | And onthis North fide winne this Cape of Land, 
 | And then he runnes ftraight andeven. ; 
 | otf. ie have it fo, 2 little Charge will doe it. 
 4 * | © Glass Ne not have italter’d. 
 | Hors. Willnot you ? 
 Gland. No, nor you fhall not 
 Hatfp. Who thall fay menay ? 
 4 Gland’ Why, that will I. a 
 } Hop. Letme not underftand you then, fpeake it in 
 Welfh. AAO 18 
 Glend. 1 ¢an {peake Englith, Lord,as well as you: 
 ForI wastraindupin the EnglifhCourt; 
 Where, being but young , 1 framed to the Harpe, 
 | Many‘an Englith Dittie, lovely well, 
 _ | And gave the Tongue.a helpefull Ornament ; 
 _ | AVertue thatwas never {cence in you. 
 | Hots$. Marry,and I am glad of it with all my heart, 
 ) | Thad rather be a Kitten,’and cry mew, 
 | Then one of thefe fame Meeter Ballad-mongers : 
 Thad rather hearea Brazen Candlefticke turn’d, 
 Oradry Wheele grate on the Axle-rrees 
 _ | And that would fet my teeth onedge, 
 ~ | Nothing {o much, as mincing Poetrie ; 
 } Tis like the fore’t gaté of a fhuffling Nagge. 
 | Glawd:. Come, you thal have Trent turn’d. 
 
 a Heifp, doe not care ; le give thrice fo much Land 
 | Toany well-deferving friend ; 
 
 | But in the way of Bargaine, marke ye me, 
 
 | Ile cavill onthe ninth part of a hayre, 
 
 ; Are the Indentures drawne? fhall we be gone ? 
 
 # 
 
 ~¥ 
 
 Glend.The Moone fhinesfaire, 
 
 4 fh | You may away by Night: — 
 
 7» Ile hafte the Writer; and withall, 
 
 ‘ | Breake with your Wives, of your departure hence: 
 | Lam afraid oxy Daughter will runne madde,~ 
 
 So much the doteth on her Afortimer. CS TR ie 
 A : Mort. Fie ,- Coufin'Percy , how youcrofle my Fa- 
 pa ther. sca" 
 q t Hors. Tcannot choofe: fometime. he angers me, 
 ___| With telling me ofthe Moldwarpe and the Ant, — 
 
 : Ofthe Dreamer. (Merlin, and his Prophecies; 
 And of aDragon, and a finne-leffe Fifh, 
 Aclip-wing'd Griffin,arid a moulten Raven, 
 A couching Lyon, a ramping Car, 
 _ | And fitcha deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe, 
 i, ol ee me from my Faith. Irell you what, 
 
 He held me laft Night, at leaft, nine howres, 
 + | Inreckning up the feverall Devils Names, 
 
 That were his Lacqueyes 
 
 The Firft Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 | Shall Dell you, Coufin, 
 
 6t 
 
 I cry’d hum, and well, goe too, 
 
 But mark’d him not a word. O, he is astedious 
 
 As a tyred Horfe, a railing Wife, 
 
 Worfe thena fmoakie houfe. 1 had rather live 
 
 With Cheefe and Garlike ina Windmill farre, 
 
 Then feede on Cates,and have him talketome , 
 
 In any Summer: Houfe in Chriftendome. 
 (Mort. In faith he wasa worthy Gentleman; 
 
 Exceeding well read, and profited; 
 
 In ftrange Concealements : 
 
 Valiant as a Lyon, and wondrous affable, 
 
 And as bountifill, as Mines of India, 
 
 He holds your temper ina high refpect, . 
 
 And curbs himfelfe, even of his naturall fcope, 
 When you doe crofie his humor: ‘faith he does. 
 I warrant you, that man is not alive, 
 
 Might fo have tempted him, as you have done, 
 Without the tafte of danger, and reproofe 
 
 But doe not ufv it oft, let me entreat you. 
 
 Worc.In faith, my Lord, youare too wilfull blame, 
 And finee your comming hither, have done enough, 
 To put him quite befides his patience : 
 You mutt necdes learne, Lord, to amend this fault 5 
 Though fometimesit fhew Greatneffe,Courage,Blood, 
 And that’sthe deareft prace itrenders you ; 
 Yet oftentimes it doth prefent harfh Rage, 
 Defect of manners, want of governement, 
 Pride,Haughtinefle, Opinion, and Difdaine : 
 The leaft of which, haunting a Noble man, 
 Lofeth mens hearts, and leaves behind a ftaine 
 Vpon the beantie ofall parts befides, 
 Beguiling them of commendation. 
 
 Horfp. Well,I am fchool’d: 
 Good-manners be your fpeede; 
 Heere come your Wives, and let us take our leave. 
 
 ‘Enter Gleadower , with the Ladies. 
 
 Mert. Thisis the deadly fpight that angersme, 
 My Wife can fpeake no Englifh,Ine Welfh. ~ 
 
 Glend. My Daughter weepes, fhee’le not part with you, 
 Shee’le be a Souldier too, fhee’le to the Warres. 
 
 Mort .Good Father tell her, that fheandn , Annt Percy 
 Shall follow in your Conduct fpeedily- 
 
 Glendower fpeakes to him Wellh, and foe an- 
 fweres hins in the fame. 
 
 Glend. She is defperate heere : 
 A peevith felfe-willd Harlotry, 
 Qne that no perfwafion cin doe good upon, 
 
 | The Lady fpeakesin Well. 
 
 _ Mort, Tunderftaid thy Lookes : that prety Welth 
 Whichthou powr’ft down from thefe {welling Heavens, | 
 I am too perfect in : and but for (hame, 
 In fucha parley fhould I anfwere thee. 
 
 - The Liidy Againe in Welle. 
 
 CMort. I underftand thy Kiffes, and thon mine, 
 And that’s a feeble di{putation : 
 But I willlnever bea Traant, Love, 
 Till Thavelearn’d thy Language: forthy tongué mn 
 sh a $s 
 
| Makes Welth as {weet as Ditties highly penn‘d, 
 | Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre, 
 
 | With ravifhing Divifion to her Lute. . 
 Giewd, Nay, ifthou melt, then will the ranne madde, 
 
 The Lady Speakes againe in Wel/a. 
 
 eMort. O, 1am Ignoranee it felfein this. 
 Glena. She bids you, 
 | On the wanton Rufhes lay you downe, 
 | And reft your gentle Headupon her Lappe, 
 | And the will fing the fong that pleafeth you, 
 | And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe, 
 | Charming your blood with pleafing heavinefle ; 
 | Making fuch difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe, 
 | As isthe difference betwixt Day and Night, 
 | The houre before the Heavenly Hatneis’d Teeme 
 | Begins his Golden Progreffe in the Eaft. . 
 Mort. Withall my heart He fic, and heare her fing : 
 | By that time will our Booke, I thinke, be drawne- 
 | Glexd. Docfo: 
 | And thofe Mufitians chat hall play to you, 
 | Hang in the Ayrea thoufand Leagues trom thence;, 
 And ftraight they fhall be here : fit, and attend. 
 | Hetf. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe : 
 | Come, quicke, quicke, that 1 may lay my Head in thy 
 | Ea 
 
 PPpe- 
 Lady. Goe,ye giddy-Goofe, 
 
 (The Muficke playes. 
 
 Hote. Now 1 perceive the Devill anderftands Welth, 
 And ‘tis x0 marvell he is { humorous : 
 | Byrlady he’sa good Mufitian. 
 Lady. Thea would you be nothing but Maficdll, 
 | For you are altogether governed Bet axors z 
 Lye ftill ye thaefe, and heare the Lady fing in Welfh. 
 Hesip. J had rather heare (Lady) my Brachhowlein 
 frith. 
 | Lady. Wonld’& havethy Head broken? 
 | Heth. Ne. 
 | Lady; Thenbe fill. 
 _ ‘Horsf. Neycther, tis a Womans faule, 
 Lady.Now God helpe thee. 
 Herp. Tothe Welth Ladies Bed, 
 | Lady. What’ sthat? 
 | Hot. Peace the fings. 
 
 Heere she Lady (ings awelfe Song. 
 
 Het. Come, tle have your Song too. 
 
 Lady. Not mine, in good footh. ° 
 
 Hotsp. Not yours, ingood footh 2 
 You fweare like a Comfit-makers Wife : 
 Not you, in good footh ; and, astrue as Ilive ; 
 And, as God thall mend me; and asfureasday:, 
 And giveft fuch Sarcenet furctie for thy Oathes, - 
 Asifthounever wall’f farther then Finsbury. 
 “Sweare me, Kate,like a Lady,as thou art, r 
 A good mouth-filling Oath : and leave in footh, ° 
 And fich proteft of Pepper-Ginger-bread, 
 To Velvet-Guards, and Sunday-Citizens. ~ 
 Come, fing . 
 
 Lady: \ will not fing. 
 
 The Firft Partof King Henry the Fourth, | 
 
 | Yet Jetme wonder, Harry, ae a 
 | Atthy affections, which doe holda Wing ort uO ia 
 
 | Thy place in Councell thouhaftrudelylot, 4 | 
 } 
 
 _| So common hackney‘dimthe eyes of men, 
 
 Hotfp. *Tisthe next way,to turne Taylor 9. or be Reds, 
 breitrcacher : andthe Indentures bee drawne, Ile away. 
 
 within thefe two howres: andfo come in, when ye] | 
 will. Exit. @ xy d e | 
 Glewd. Come, come, Lord Afortimer, you are asflow, | 
 As hot Lord Percy ison fire togee, Rs 
 By this our Booke is drawne:wee’le but feale, 
 Andthen to Horfe immediately. i sous 
 
 BSwrmre Ss os | 
 
 Mors. Weh all my heart. 
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 Scena Secunda; osha 
 
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 Enter the King, Prince of Wales ana other te 
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 Exeunt Lords, 
 I know not whether Heaven willhaveitfo, 9. | 
 Forfome difpleafing fervice I have done; Jbwald 
 
 King. Lords, give usleave : 
 The Prince of Wales, and I, 
 Mutt have fome private conference : 
 But be neere at hand, 
 For we fhall prefenly have need of yous 
 
 Topunith my Miftreadings. Tell mech, . 1. 
 
 Such poore,fuch bare;fuch lewd, fach nieane attempts, ; 
 Such barren pleafnres, rude fociery,. > reg bah 
 
 is ofa de 
 
 i190 Se 
 
 By fmiling Pick-thankes, and bafe Newes-mongers; J}, 
 
 I may forfome thingstrue, whereinmy youth, 14 
 
 Hath faultic wandred and irregular, ds oe a 
 
 | Finde pardon on my true {abmiffion, , Kies 
 King. Heaven pardon thee s.,. | Ub 
 
 | Quite fromthe flight ofall thy anceftors. 
 
 _ Which by thy younger brother,is fupply’de 3.0. 0» 
 | And. artalmoft ee tothe ae ss : , ; i Ae 
 Ofall the Courtand Princes of my blood. 9) .wit) 
 The hopeand expectation of thy time 2 
 | Isruin’d, and theSoule.of everyman 
 _ Prophetically do fort-thinke thy fall. 
 _ Had I fo lavifhof my prefence beenes. 
 
 | So ftale and cheapeto vulgar Company ; civiegie 
 _ Opinion, that did helpe to. peta 109.3 
 Had ftill keptloyallto poffeffion, otibi 
 Aud left me in reputeleffe banifhment, 
 A fellow of no marke; nor likelyhood: scaled 
 By being feldome {eene, Teould notftirre,. (0 
 ‘But likea Comet, I was wondred.at,,.. oe 
 
 apy sto eerie ncavinnee acne 
 
Bi ak 
 
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 ‘ | That men would tell their Children, Thisishe: _ 
 “| Others would fay, Where, Which is Bullingbrooke. 
 ri | Andthen I ftole all Courtefie from Heaven, 
 - And dreft my felfe in fuch Humility, 
 Thati did pluke Allegeance from mens hearts, 
 Lowd Showts and Salutations from their mouthes, 
 Even in the prefence of the Crowned King. 
 Thus I did keepe my Perfon frefh and new, 
 | My prefence like a Robe Pontifical, 
 | Ne’re feene,but wondred at : and fo my State; 
 Seldome but famptuons, fhewed like a Featt, 
 | And wonne by rarenefle fuch Solemnity. 
 | The skipping King heambled up and downe, 
 With {hallow Iefters, and rafh Bavin Wits, 
 Soone kindled, and foone burnt, carded his State, 
 Mingled his Royalty with Carping F ooles, 
 Had his great Name prophaned with their Scornes, 
 And gave his Countenance, againft his Name, 
 Tolaugh at gybing Boyes, and ftand the puth 
 | Of every Beardlefle vaine Comparative; 
 _| Grew a Companion tothe common Streetes, ° 
 3 Enfeoff’d himfelfe to Popularity: 
 | That being dayly fwallowed by mens Eyes, 
 | They furfeted with Honye,and began to loathe 
 | The tafte of Swetneffe, whereof a little 
 | More then a little,isby much too much. 
 “| Sowhen he had occafion to be feene, 
 | He was but as the Cuckow is in Iune, 
 | Heard, not regarded:feene but with fuch Eyes, 
 | As ficke and blunted with Community, 
 ‘| Affoord no extraordinary Gaze, ~~ 
 | Suchas is bent on Sunne-like Majetty, 
 | When it fhines feldome in adniiring Eyes: 
 | Bur rather drowz’d,and hung their eye-lids down, 
 | Slept in his Face, and rendred fuch afpect 
 | As Cloudy men ofe to dotheir adverfaries, 
 _| Being with his prefence glutted,gorg’d,and full. 
 ‘And inthat very Line, Harry, ftandeft thou: 
 or thou haft lott thy Princely Priviledge, 
 ith vile participation. Not an Eye 
 ut isaweary of thy common fight, 
 Save mine,which hath defir’dro fee thee more: 
 | Which now doth that I would not have it doe, 
 | Make blindeit felfe wich foolith tenderneffe. 
 | Prince. 1 (hall hereafter, my thrice gracious Lord, 
 Be more my telfe. 
 |: King. For all the World, 
 __ | Asthou art to this houre, was Richard then, 
 _ | When I from France fet forth at Ravenfpurgh ; 
 _ | And evenas-I was then,is Percynow : 
 _ | Now by my Scepter, and my Soule to boot ; 
 He hath more worthy intereft to the ftate 
 Then thou the fhaddow of Succeffion ; 
 For of no Right, nor colour like to Right, 
 He doth fil! helds with Harneis inthe Realme, 
 Turnes head againit the Lyons armed Iawes ; 
 Andbeing no more indebt to yeeres, then thou, 
 | Leades ancient Lords, and reverent Bifhopson 
 {To bloody Battailes, and to brufing Armes. 
 | What never-dying honour hath he got, 
 |_| Againit renowned Dowglas ? whofe high Deedes, 
 | | Whofe hot Incurfions and great Name in Armes, 
 _ | Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Majoritie, 
 | And Militarie Title Capitall. = 
 Throughal the Kingdomes thatacknowledge Chrift, 
 
 The Firft Partof King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 | Thrice hath the Hotfurre Mars, in{wathing Clothes, 
 
 at n : 5 
 
 This Infant Warrior, in his Enterprifes, 
 Difcomfited great Dowg/as, ta’ae him once, 
 Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, 
 
 To fili the mouth of the deepe Defiance up, 
 
 And fhake the peace and fafery of our Throne. 
 And what {ay you to this ? Percy, Northumberland. 
 The Arch-bifhopsGrace of Yorke, Dowglas, Mortimer, 
 Capitulate againit us, and are up. 
 
 But wherefore do I tell rhefe Newes to thee ? 
 Why, Harry, doe I tell thee of my Foes, 
 
 Which art my neer ft and deareft Enemie ? 
 
 Thou art like enough, through vaffall Feare, 
 Bafe Inclination ,and the ftart of Spleene, 
 
 To fight again ft mc under-Percies pay, . 
 To dogge his heeles, and curtfie at his frownes. 
 To thew bow much thou art degenerate. 
 
 Prince. Doe not thinke fo, you {hall nor finde it fo : 
 And Heaven forgive them, that fo much have fway’d 
 Your Majeities good thoughts away from me; 
 
 T will redeemeall this on Percies head, 
 
 And in the'clofing of fome glorious day 
 
 Be bold to tell you, that I am your Sonne, 
 
 When I will wearea garment all of blood, 
 
 And ftaine my favours ina bloody Maske : 
 Which wafht away, fhall {cowre my fhame with it. 
 And that fhall be the day, when ere itlights, 
 That this fame Child of honour and Renowne, 
 This gallant Horspurre , this all-prayfed Knight, 
 And-your unthought-of Haray chance to meet : 
 For every Honor fitting on his Helme, 
 
 Would they were multitudes; and on my head 
 My fhames redoubled. For the time will come, 
 That I fhall make this Northerne Youth exchange 
 His glorious Deedes for my Indignities : 
 
 Percy is but my Factor, good my Lord, 
 
 To engroffeup glorious deedes on my behalfes , 
 And I will call him to fo ftrict account, 
 
 Thar he fhall render every Glory up, 
 
 Yea, even the fleighteft worthip of histime, 
 
 Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart. 
 This, in the Name of Heaven, I promife here : 
 The which, if T promife, and doe furvive, 
 
 I doe befeech your Majettie, may falve 
 Thelong-growne Wounds of my intemperature 3 
 Ifnot, the end of Lifecancells all Bands, 
 
 And I will dyea hundred thoufand Deaths, 
 Ere breake the fimalle ft parcell of this Vow. 
 
 King. A hundred thoufand Rebells dye in this : 
 
 Thou fhalt have Charge, and foveraigne truft herein« 
 
 Enter Blant, 
 
 How now good Blwat ? thy lookesare full of fpeed. 
 Blunt. So hath the Bufineffe that l come to {peake of. 
 Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath fent word, ~ 
 That Dowglas and the Englith Rebels met 
 The eleventh of this moncth, at Shrewsbury : 
 A mightieand a fearefiil Head they are, 
 (if Promifes be kept'on every hand } 
 As ever offered foule play in a State. 
 King. The Earle of Weftmerland fer forth to day: 
 With him my fonne, Lord /obn of Lancatte;r, 
 For thisadvertifement is five dayes old. 
 On Wednefday next, Harry thon fhalt fet forward : 
 On thurfday, we our felves will march. 
 Our meetingis conga a Harry, you —— 3 
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Partof King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 Re ee ate : Holtelfe. , hinke,Sir Jobm@| || | 
 Thre: fer : by which account, Hoffeffe. Why Sic Tohn,what doe youthinke, q 
 piety mM te casa dayes hence, doe you thinkeI keepe Theeves inmy Honfe? I have Pit 
 Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth fhall meete. fearch’d, I have enquired, fo haz my Husband, Manby | aw 
 Our handsare full of Bufinefle : let’s away 5 Man, Boy by Boy, Servant by Servant: thetightofa} Ji 
 
 Advantage feedes them fat, while mendelay. Exenut. 
 
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 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Exter Falstaffe and Bardelph, 
 
 Falft. Bardolpb,am I not falne away vilely, fince this 
 lafta@ion? doeInotbate? doeI not dwindle? Why 
 
 my skinne hangs about mec like an olde Ladigs loofe | away to Bakers Wives, and they haye made Boulters 
 them. 
 
 Gowne: I am withered like an olde Apple John. Well, 
 Ile repent, and that fuddenly, while I am in fome liking : 
 I fhall be out of heart fhortly , and then I fhall have no 
 ftrength to repent. And I have not forgorignaghat the 
 in-fide of aChurch is made of, Iama Pepper Corne, a 
 Brewers Horfe, the infide of a Church. Company, villa- 
 nous Company hath beenethe {poyle of me. : 
 
 Bard. Six Iobn, you are fo fretfull, yon cannot live 
 I 
 
 ong. 
 Falst, Why there isit : Come, fing me a bawdy Song, 
 
 make me merry : Iwasas vertuoufly given, as a Gentle- 
 
 | manneed to be; vertuous enough, {wore little, dic’d not 
 
 borrowed, three or foure times ; lived well, and in good 
 
 compaffe : and now I live outof all order, out of com~ | how oft, that that Ring was Copper. 
 
 fle. 
 P Bard Why, you arefofat, Sir Jobx, that you muft 
 needes bee out of all compaffe ; out of all reafonablecom- 
 pafle, Sir Jobn, 
 
 Falfts Doethou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy 
 
 Life. Thou art our Admirall, thou beareft the Lanterne |’ 
 
 in the Poope, but ’tisiathe Nofe of thee ; thou art the 
 Knight of the burning Lampe. 
 Bard. Why, Sir John, my Face does yow'no harme- 
 Faif#. No,Ile be fworne : 1 make as good ufe of it , as 
 many a man doth of a Deaths-Head, or a Afemento Mors. 
 I never fee thy Face,but 1 thinke upon Hell fireand Dives 
 that lived in Purple; for there heisin his Robes burning, 
 burning. If chou wert any way given to vertue, I would 
 {weare by thy Face ; my Oath fhould bee, By thas Fire: 
 | Butthou art altogether given over; and wert indeede, 
 but forthe Light in thy Face, the Sunne of utter Darke- 
 neffe. When thou ran’ft up Gads-Head in the Night , to 
 catch my Horfe, if I did notthinke that thou hadft beene 
 an Ignis fateus, or a Ball of Wild-fire, there’s noParchafe 
 in Mony. O, thou art aperpetuall Triumph, an evere 
 lafting Bone-fire-Light : thou haft faved meeathoufand 
 Markes in Linkesand Torches, walking with thee inthe 
 Night betwixt Taverne and Taverne ; Butthe facke that 
 thou haft drunke mee, would have bought mee lights as 
 goodcheape, as the deareft Chandlers in: Europe. 1 have 
 maintain’d that Salamander of yours with fire, any time 
 this twoand thirtie yeeres, Heaven reward me for it, 
 Bard, 1 would my Face were in your belly. 
 Falst. So fhould! be fure tobe heart-burn’d, 
 Enter Hotspurre. 
 
 whopick’d my Pocket? 
 
 hayre was never loft in my houte before. 
 
 many a hayre ; and Ie be fworne my Pocket was pick'd, | 
 goe to, you area Woman, goe- 
 
 in mine owne houfe before. 
 
 I know you, Sir John : you owe me Money, Sir John, and 
 now you pickea quarrell, tobeguile me of it: Tbought 
 
 fhillingsan Eli: You owe Mony here befides , Sir John, 
 
 above feaven timesa weeke, went toa Bawdy-houfe not. | but I fhalihave my Pocket pick’d? Ihave loft a Seale 
 aboveonce ina quarter ofan houre, payd Mony that! | Ring of my Grand-fathers, worth fortie Marke. 
 
 How now, Dame Partiet the Hen, have youenquir’d yet 
 
 Falf. YelyeHoftefle : Bardolph was fhav’d, and loft ' 
 
 Hoste. Whol? Idefe thee: I. was never caldfo| 
 
 Faist. Goeto , 1 know you well enough. ee 
 Hoftelfe. No, Sir foha,you doe not know mee, Sir Tobn; 
 
 ou a dozen of Shirts to your Backe. 
 
 Faif. Doulas, filthy Doulas: I have given them 
 
 Hoite(fe.Now as I ama true Woman, Holland of eight 
 
 for your Dyet, and by-Drinkings, and Mony lentyou 
 foure and twentie pounds. 4 
 Falf!. He had his part of it, let him pay. ood 
 Hoftefe. Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no-} 
 thing. 
 Fall. How ? Poore? Lookeupon hisFace ; Whatcall 
 you Rich? Let them coyne his Nofe, letthem coyne his 
 Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make 
 Younker of me? Shall Inot take mine eafe in mine Inne, | 
 
 | 
 
 Faif. How ? the Prince isa Jacke, a Sneake-Cuppes | hi 
 and ifhe were heere, I would cudgell him likea Dogge, | 
 
 sau 
 
 Hoffeffe. Thave heard the Prince tell him, Iknownog 
 
 ithe would fay fo. ch 
 Enter the Prince marching, and Falft affe meets 
 him, playing on his Trunchien ‘ 
 
 like a Fife» 
 
 Falf. How now Lad? is the Winde inthat Doore 
 Mutt we all march? oe ~ 
 Bard. Yea, twoand two, Newgate fathion. 
 Hoffeffe. My Lord, I pray you heare me. oe 
 Prince. What fay°t thon, Miftrefle Duicky? How 
 doesthy Husband? Ilove him well, hecis an honelt 
 mane 
 Hoftefe. Good, my Lord, heare me. 
 Fait. Prethee let her alone, and lift tomes a 
 Prince. What {ay’{t thou, Jacke? ae 
 Fel: The other Night I fell afleepe heere behind the } — 
 Arras, and had my Pocket pickt : this Houfe isturnd | 
 Bawédy-houte, they picke Pockets. ke 
 Prince. What didft thou lofe, Jacke? 4 
 Falst. Wilt thou beleeve me,Hal?Three or foure Bonds 
 of fortie pound apcece, andaSeale-Ring of my Grand 
 fathers. . 7s pee 
 Prince, A Trifle, fome eight-penay matter. + 
 HoS#. So I told him, my Lord; and | iayd, I heard your 
 Grace fay fo sand (my Lord ) hee {peakes moft vilely of 
 you, likea foule-mouth’d man he is, and faid, hee would 
 cudgellyou. i WG 
 Prince, What he did not? ite 
 _ Hoft. There’s neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman-hood 
 | in meelfe, 
 
Falit. There’s no more faith in thee then a ftu'de Prune; 
 norno more truthinthee then ina drawne Fox: and for 
 | Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife 
 | of the Ward tothee. Go you nothing : go. 
 Hoft.Say what thing? what thing ? 
 Faist. Whatthing? why a thing to thanke heaven on. 
 Hof. 1 am nothing to thanke heaven on, t would thou 
 ») | fhouidft know it s laman honeft mans wife: and fetting 
 | thy Knighthoodafide , thou art a knaveto call me fo. 
 Faift. Setting thy womanhood afide, chon arta bealt to 
 | fay otherwife. . 
 | | Most. Say, what beaft, thou knave thou? 
 | Fal. Whatbeaft ? Why an Otter. 
 Prin. An Otter, fir Joba? Why an Otter ? 
 I: Fal. Why? She’s neither fith nor fieih; a man knowes 
 | not where to have her. 
 
 man knowes where to have me, thou knave thou. 
 Prince. Thon fay ft true Holtefle, aud he flanders thee 
 mott groffely. 
 
 Hoff. So he doth yous. my Lord, and. fayde this other 
 day, Yougught him a thoufand pound. 
 
 _ Prince. Sirrah,do I owe youa thonfand pound? 
 | Falst. A thoufand pound Hai? A Million. Thy loveis 
 js wortha Million : thou ow’lt me thy love- 
 Host. Nay my Lord; hee call’d yon lacke, and faid hee 
 would cudgell you. 
 Fal. Did I, Bardolph? 
 Bar. Indeed Sir /obn, you fayd fo. 
 Fal. Yca,ifhefaid my Ring was Copper. 
 Prince. ay *tis Coppet« Dar’ft thou bee.as goodas 
 thy word now ? 
 Fal, Why Ha/? thou know’ft, as thou art but aman,I 
 dare ; but, as thowarta Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the 
 }| roaringofthe Lyons Whelpe.— . ® 
 |. Prince. And why notastheLyon?.2 . 
 Fal. TheKing shimfelfe is'to bee feared as the Lyon : 
 | Do’ft thouthinke, Ie feare thee, as I fearethy Father? nay, 
 if Ido,let wy Girdle breake. : 
 
 Prin. O, if it fhould, how would thy guttes fall about 
 thy knees. But firra: There’s no roome for Faith, Truth, 
 nor Honelty, in this bofome of thine; itis all fill’d uppe 
 with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honeft Woman 
 with picking thy pocket? Why thou horfon impudent 
 | imboit Rafcail, if there were any thinginthy Pocket but 
 ) 4 Taverne Recknings, AZemovandums of Bawdic-houtes, 
 ~ 1 and-one poore penoy-worth of Sugar-candie to make thee 
 _ }j long-winded : if tly pocket were enrich’d with any o- 
 | ther injuries butthefe, I anya Villaine: And yet you wiil 
 | ftand.to it, you willnot Pocket upwrong. Art thounot 
 afhain’d? 
 
 ‘of innotericy; e4dam fell : and what would poove lacke 
 
 Falftaffe do,in the dayes of Villany ? Thou feeft, I have 
 
 | more flefh then another man, and therefore more frailty. 
 / | Yonconfeflethen you pickt my Pocket ? 
 
 g@ | ‘Prix. It appearesfoby the Story. 
 
 Fal. Holtefle, I forgivethee: : 
 
 Go make ready Breakfaft love thy Husband, 
 
 { |} Looketo thy Servants, and cherifh thy Guetts : 
 
 (| Thon halt find:me tractable toany honeft reafon : 
 be i feeft, Iam pacified ftill. a tst, 
 = >I prethee be gone. me ; 
 
 : ) eS ee Exit Hoftefe. 
 
 (| Now Hal, tothe newesat Court for the Robbery,’ Lad ? 
 
 _| Howisthat anfwered ? 
 
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 Host, Thou art unjult man in faying fo ; thou ,.or any | 
 
 Fal. Do'fthowheare Hal? Thouknow’ft inthe fate. 
 
 . The Fir Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
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 Prin, O my {weet Beefe : 
 I muft {till be good Angell to thee. 
 The mony is paid backeagaine. 
 
 Fat. O,1 do notlike that paying backe, *tisadonble 
 Labours 
 Prin.Lam good Friends withmy Father, and may doe 
 any thing. 
 Fal. Rob methe Exchequer the firft thing thon do’ft, 
 
 | and doit with unwafh’d handstoo. 
 
 ‘ 
 
 Bard. Do my Lerd. * 
 Prin. Ihave procured thee Jacke, a Charge of Foot. 
 Fal. 1 would it had beene of Horfe. Where fhal ] finde 
 one that can fteale well? O, fora fine theefe , of two and 
 twentie, or thereabeut: I am heynoufly unprouided. Well 
 God be thanked forthefe Rebels, they offend none but 
 the Vertuous. Llaud them, I praifé them. 
 Prin, Gobearethis Letter to Lord John of Lancafter 
 
 Tom Ydicocher John. Thistomy Lord of Weftmetland, 
 
 i 
 
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 Should go fo generall currant through the world. 
 By heaven I cannot flatter : I defie 
 The Tongues of Soothers. Buta Braver pRice 
 
 Py 
 
 Go Pete, to horfe : forthou,andI, : 
 
 | Havethirtie miles co ride yet ere dinnertime. 
 
 Jacke, meet me tomorrow in the Temple Hall 
 At twoa-clocke in the afternoone, 
 There fhalt thou know thy Charge, and there receive 
 Mony and Order for their Furniture. 
 The Land isburning, Percie {tands onbye, 
 And either they, or we mutt lower lye. 
 Fal. Rare words ? brave world. 
 
 Hofteffe, my breakfaft, come: 
 Oh, I could wifli this Taverne were my drumme. 
 
 . Exeunt omnes, 
 
 _—_— 
 
 Adtus Quartus, Scana Primas 
 
 Eater Harrie HotSpurre, Worcefter, 
 and Dowglas, 
 
 Hot. Wellfaid,my Noble Scot, if {peaking truth 
 In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie, 
 Such attribution fhould the Dewg/as have, 
 As not a Souldiour of this feafons itampe, 
 
 Bar. My Lord, 
 Dow. Thouartthe King of Honor : 
 But I will Beard him. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger.\ * 
 
 ~ Hot. Do fe,and ’tis well. What Letters haftthon there? 
 
 CMeff. Thefe Letters come from y our Father. 
 
 Hor. Lettersfrom him ? 
 Why comes he not himfelfe? 
 
 CMef. Hecannetcome,my Lord, 
 He is greevous ficke. . 
 
 Hot. How ? haz he the leyfure to he ficke now, 
 In fuch a juftling time ? Who leades his power ? 
 Vnder whofe Government ore, along ? ae 
 
 2 off, |. 
 
 Prin. Bardolph, 
 In my hearts love, hathno man then your Selfe. 
 Nay, taske me to my word :approve me Lord. 
 No man fo potent breathes upon the ground, 
 Ican butthanke you. 
 Cu 
 
Mef. His Letters beares his minde, not I bis minde, 
 Wor. 1 prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed ? 
 Mef. Hedid, my Lord, foure dayes ere I fet forth : 
 -And at the time of my departure thence, 
 He was much fear’d by his Phyfician. 
 
 Ere he by fickneffe had beene vifited ; 
 His health was never better worth then now. 
 
 The very Life-blood of our Enterprife, 
 *Tis catching hither, even to our Campe. 
 He writes me here ,that inward ficknefle, 
 And that his friends by deputation 
 
 Tolay fo dangerous and deare a truft 
 | Onany Soule remov’d, but on his owne. 
 Yet doth he give usbold advertifementr, 
 That with our fmall conjunction we fhould on, 
 To fee how Fortune is difpos’d tous, 
 For, as he writes, there is no quailing now; 
 Becaufe the King is certainly poffeft 
 Ofall our purpofes. What fay you to it? . 
 
 Wer. Your Fathers ficknefle isa mayme tous. 
 
 Horsf. A perillous Gath,a very Limme lopt off : 
 And yet, in faith, it is not his prefent want 
 Seemes more then we fhall finde it, 
 Were it good, to fet the exact wealth of all our ftates 
 Allat one Caft? To fet fo rich a mayne 
 On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre, 
 It were not good : for therein fhould we reade 
 The very Bottome, and the Soule of hope 
 The very Lift, the very utmoft Bound 
 Of al! our fortunes. 
 
 Dowg, Eaithand fo we fhould, 
 Where now remaines a {weet reverfion. 
 Wemay boldly {pend, uponthe hope 
 Of what is to come in : 
 A comfort of retyrement lives in this. 
 
 Hotfp, A Randevous,a Home to flye unto, 
 If that the Divell and Mifchance looke bigge 
 Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires. 
 
 Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here : 
 The qualitie and Heire of our Attempt 
 Brookes no divifion : If will be theught 
 By fome, that know not why he isaway, 
 That wifedome, loyaltic,and meerediflike 
 Of our proceedings,kept the Earle from hence. 
 And thinkeyhow fach an apprehenfion 
 May turne the tide of fearefull Faction, 
 And breedeakinde ofqueftion in our canfe : 
 For well you know, we of the offring fide, 
 Mutt keepe aloofe from ftri@tarbitrement, 
 And ftop all fight-holes,every loope, from whence. 
 The eye of reafon may prie in uponus : 
 This abfence of your Father drawesa Curtaine, 
 That fhewes the ignorant a kinde of feare 
 Before not dreamt of. 
 
 Hotfp. You ftraynetoo farre. : 
 
 I rather of his abfence make this ufes 
 It lendsa Luftre, and more great Opinion, 
 A larger Dare to your great Enterprize, ; 
 Then if the Earle were here: for men muft thinke, 
 If we without his helpe, can make a Head 
 «To puth againftthe Kingdome : with his helpe, 
 _ We hall o’returne it topfie-turny downe : 
 
 Yet all goes well, yetall our joynts are whole, 
 
 - 
 
 66 The Firft Part of King Henry theFourth. | 
 
 Wor. I would the {tate of time had firft beene whole, 
 
 Hotfp.Sicke now?droope now? thisficknes doth infect 
 
 Could not fo foone be drawne : nor did he thinke it meet, 
 
 | And his Cumrades, that daft the W orld afide, 
 
 Dowg. As heart can thinke : ! 
 There is not fuch 4 werd {poke of in Scotland, 
 At this Dreame of Fearee 
 
 Enter Sir Richard Vernon. 
 
 Hots. My Confin Vernon, welcome by my Soule, | 
 Vern, Pray God my riewes be worth a welcome, Lord, 
 The Earle of W eftermerland, feven thoufand ftrong, — 
 Is marching hither-wards, with Prince Jobn, hie 
 HotsS$. No harme : what more? ; 
 Vern. And farther, I have learn’d, 
 The King himfelfe in perfon hath fet fourth, 
 Or hither-wards intended {peedily, 
 With ftrong and mightie preparation. to 
 Hoifp, He fhall be welcome too, 
 Where is his Sonne, + 
 The nimble-footed Mad-Cap, Prince of Wales; +: 
 
 And bid it paffe? 
 Vern. All furnifht, all in Armes, 
 
 All plum’dlike Eftridges, that with the Winde © 7) q 
 
 100 
 
 Bayted like Eagles, having lately bath’d, — He Ww 
 Glittering in Golden Coates, like Imagesy. tk Ee 
 As full of fpiritas the Moneth of May’, Liat is 
 And gorgeousas the Sunneat Mid-fummer, = i 
 
 , Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls, if 
 | Ifaw young Harry with his Bever on, + a 
 
 | His Cufhes on his thighes, gallantly arm’d,, 
 | Rife from the ground like feathered Mercury, — 
 
 And vaulted with {uch eafe into his Seat, 
 
 As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds, 
 
 To turneand windea fierie Pega/us, et 
 
 And witchthe World withNoble Horfemanthip, 
 | Hoth, No more, nomore, 110 Saar 
 | Worte then the Sunnein March Sas 
 
 This prayfe doth nourifh Agues: letthemcome. 
 
 They come like Sacrifices intheir trimme, Th i 
 
 And to the fire-ey’d Maid of fmoakie Warre;’ 
 
 All hot, and bleeding, will we offerthem: : 
 
 The mayled A4Zars fhall on his Altar fit 
 
 Vp tothe eares.in blood.. I amon fire, 
 
 To heare this rich reprizall isfo nigh, SF ae 
 
 And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horfe, l 
 
 Who isto beare me like a Thunder-bolt, 
 
 Againft the bofome of the Prince of Wales. 
 
 Harry to Harry, {hall not Horfe to Horfe uf 
 
 Mecte, and ne’re part, till one-drop downe a Coarfe? > 
 ! Oh, that Glendower were come. Bet s.. 
 
 Ver. Toere ismore newes: John 
 
 I learned in Worceftet, as I rode along, 
 
 He cannot draw his Power this fourteene dayes. 
 Dowg. That’s the worft Tidings that I. 
 et. 1 OLN E 
 : Wor. iby my faith, that beares a froftyfound. | 
 Horfp. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach} 
 unto?. ie? 
 
 Ver. Tothirty thoufand. a 
 Hot. Forty letit be, 
 My Father and Glendower being both away, 
 The powres of us, may ferue fo great aday. é 
 Come, Ietustakea mutter {peedily. hte 
 Doomefday isncere ; dye ail,dye merrily. 
 
 Dow, Talke not ofdying, Iam ont of feare i 
 Of death,or deaths hand,for this one halfeyeares ~ 
 
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 a Scent. | 
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Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter FatStaffe and Bardolph. 
 
 le. Falit. Bardslph, get chee befure to Coventry, ill ore a 
 3 Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers fhali march through : we le 
 to Sutton-cop-hill to Night. 
 Bard, Willycu give me money ,Captaine ? 
 Falst. Lay out, lay out. 
 Bard. This Bottle makesan Angell. sa sit 
 Fals. Andif it doe , take itfor thy labour: and ifit 
 } make twentie, tase themall, He anfwere the Coynage. 
 Bid my Lieutenant Petomeete meat the Townes end. 
 Bard. I will Captaine: farewell. Exit. 
 Fai. If l bee not afham’d of my Souldiers, J ama 
 | fowe’t-Gurnet : Ihave mif-us'd the Kings Preffe dam- 
 _ | nably. Ihave got, inexchange ofa hundred and_fiftie 
 Souldiers, three hundred andodde Pounds. I prefle me 
 i |_| none but good houfe-holders , Yeomens Sonnes : enquire 
 | me ont contracted Batchelers, {uch as had beene ask’d 
 | twice on the Banes:fu¢h a Commodity of warme flaves, 
 } as had as lieve héare the Deuill, as aDrumme; fuchas 
 | feare the report of a Caliver, worfe then aitruckeFoole, 
 | or.a hurt wilde-Ducke, Ipreft me sone but fuch Toftes 
 | and Batter, with hearts in their Bellyes no”biggger then 
 | Pinnestheads, andthey havebought out their fervices; 
 | And now, my whole Charge confifts of Ancients, Cor- 
 _| porals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaves as 
 | tagged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth, where the Glur- 
 | tons Doggeslickedhis Sores; and fuch, asindeed were 
 
 pi aie 2 eae 
 
 iy, | Hever Souidiers, but dif-carded unjuft Servingmen,youn- 
 "| gerSonnesto younger Brothers, Revolted Tapfters and 
 
 | Oftlers, Trade-falne, the Cankersofacalme World, and 
 Bd long Peace, tenne times more dis-honorable ragged, 
 
 | then an old-fac’d Ancient, andfuch have Ito fillup the 
 | toomes of them thathave boughtouttheir fervices : that 
 | | | you would thinke, that I hada hundred and fiftie totter’d 
 | Prodigal!s, lately come from Swine-keeping, from eating 
 
 _ | Draffe and Huskes. A mad fellow met mee on the way , 
 
 | and told me, I had unloaded all the Gibbets, and preft the 
 Fi | dead bodyes» Noeye hath feene flich skar-Crowes : Ile 
 
 {| fot march through Couentry with them,that’s flat.Nay, 
 __{ and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if 
 _ *| they had Gyveson ; for indeede, I iad the mott of them 
 | out of Prifon. There’s not a Shirt and a halfe in all my 
 Company : andthe halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to- 
 ether, and throwre over the fhoulders like a Heralds: 
 Coat, without fleeves ; andthe Shirt, to fay thetruth ; 
 | flolne from my Holt of S. Albones ; or the Red-Nofe 
 _ {Inoe-keeper of Daventry. But that’s all one, they’le finde 
 _ {Linnen enough onevery Hedge. , 
 
 4 Enter the Prince, and the Lord of # estmerland, 
 
 Prince. How nowblowne lacke? how now Quilt? 
 Fal, What Hal? How now mad Wag, whata Divell 
 do’ftthou in Warwickhire ?. My good Lord of Welt- 
 merland, I cry you mercy,! thought your Honour hadal- 
 _ 4 teady beene at Shrewsbury. 4 
 | Web. Faith, Sit John, *tis more then time that I were 
 | MXete, and you.too : but my Powers are there alreadie, 
 all : we muftaway 
 
 es 
 
 _ | The King, I can tell you, lookes for 
 , all Night. y 2 ee 
 
 Lhe Furl Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. 
 
 67 
 
 Fal. Tat, never feare me,1 am as vigilant as a Cat,to 
 ftcale Creame. 
 
 Prince. J thinke to fteale Creame indeed, forthy theft 
 hath alredie madethee Butter : but tell me lacke, whofe 
 fellowes are thefe that come after 2 
 
 Fal, Mine, H2/, mine. 
 
 ‘Prince. Idid never fee fuch pittifull Rafcals. 
 
 Fals Tut, tut, good enough cotofle : foode for Pow- 
 “der, foode for Powder: they’le fill a Pit,as well as better: 
 tufh man, mortallmen, mortal! men. 
 
 WeStm. J, but Sir fohn,. me thinkes they are exceeding | 
 poore and bare, too beggarly. e: 
 
 Falft. Faith, for their poverty; I know not where they 
 had that ; and for their bareneffe, Iam {ure they never | 
 learn’d that of me. a 
 
 Prince. No, Me be {worne, unleffe you call three fingers 
 onthe Ribbes bare, But firra make hafte. Percy is alrcady 
 inthe field. 
 
 Falft. What, is the King encamp’'d ? 
 Weflm. Hee is, lobn, I feare wee fhall fay tod | 
 ong. ; 
 _ Fads. Well, tothe latter end of a Fray, andthe begine 
 ning ofa Feaft, fits a dull fighter, and a keene Gueft. 
 Excunt. 
 
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 Scena Lertia. 
 
 Emer Hotspur, Worcefter, Dowglas,and 
 Vernon. 
 
 Horfp. Wce'le fight with him to Night. 
 Worc. It may not be. 
 Dowg. You give him then aduantage. 
 Vera. Nota whit. 9303 f 
 Horsf. Why fay you fo ? lookes he norfor upply ? 
 Vern. S> doe we. 
 Hor{?, ris is certaine, oursis doubtful). 
 Worc. Good Coufinbe advis’d, ftirre not to night. 
 Vern. Doe not, my Lord. Ean 
 Dowg. You doe not counfaile well: 
 You {peake it out of feare, and cold heart. 
 Vern. Doe meno flander, Dowglas : by my Life, - 
 And I dare well mantaine it with my Life, . 
 If well-refpected Honor-bid me on, 
 T hold as little counfaile with weake feare, 
 As you, my Lord, or any Scot that this day lives. 
 Let it be feene to morrow in the Batrell, 
 Which ofus feares. 
 Dowg. Yea, or tonight. 
 Vern, Content. 
 Hotsp. To night, fay I. 
 Vern. Come, conae it may not be. 
 I wonder much,being mé of fuch greath 
 That you fore-fee notwhat impediinents 
 Drag backe our expedition : certaine Horfe 
 Of myCoufin Vernonsare not yet comeup, - 
 Your Vncle Worcefters Horfe came but to day, 
 And now their pride and mettall is afleepe, 
 Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, 
 That not a Horfeis halfe the halfe of himfelfe, 
 Hotfp. Soare the Horfes ofthe Enemic 
 In generall,journey bated, and brought low : 
 The better part of ours are os of relt. 
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 . Wor. The 3 
 
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wore. The number of the King exceedeth ours + 
 For Gods fake, Confin, ftay till allcome in. 
 
 ibe Trumpet founds aParley. Enter Sir 
 Walter Blunt. 
 
 Blunt. Ucome with gracious offers from the Kings 
 | If you wouchfafe me hearing,and refpect. 
 Hotfp: W elcome; Sir Walter Blunt. 
 
 And would to God you were of our determination. 
 Some of us love you well andeven thofe fome 
 Envie your great defervings, and goodname, 
 Becaufe youare not of our qualitie, 
 
 But ftand againft us like an enemic. 
 
 Blunt. And Heaven defend, but ftill I fhould ftarid fo, 
 
 Solong as out of Limit, and truc Rule, 
 
 You ftand againft anoynted Majeltie. 
 
 But to my Charge. 
 
 The King hath ferit to know 
 
 The nature of your griefes,and whereupon 
 You conjure from the breft of Civill Peace, 
 Suchbold Hottilitie; teaching his dutious Land 
 Audacious Crueltic. If that the King 
 Haveany way your good defarts forgot, 
 Whichhecontefleth to be manifold, 
 He bids you name your griefes ; and with all fpeed 
 You fhail have your defires, with intereft 5 
 
 And Pardon ablolute for your felfe, and thefe, 
 Herein mis-led, by your fuggeftion. 
 
 Hot. The king is kinde : 
 | And welliwe know:, the King 
 - Knowesat what time to promife, when to pay. 
 My Father, my Vouckle,and my felfe, 
 
 Did give him that fame Royaltie he weares * 
 
 ‘And when he was not fixe and twentie ftrong, 
 Sicke inthe worldsregard, wretched and low, 
 
 A poore unminded Our-law, {neaking home, 
 
 My Father gave him welcome to the fhore : 
 
 And whe he heard him {weare, and vow to God, 
 He came to be butDuke of Lancaiter, 
 
 To fuehis Liveric,and begge his Peace, 
 
 With teares of Inrocencie, and tearmes of Zeale: 
 My Father, in kinde heart and pitty.mov'd, 
 
 Swore him affiftance, and perform’d it too. 
 
 Now, whén the Lords and Barons of the Realme 
 Perceiv’d Northumberland did leane to him, 
 
 The more and lefle came in with Cap and Knee, 
 Met him in Boroughs, Cities, Villages, 
 
 Attended him on Bridges, ftood in Lanes, 
 
 Layd Gifts before him, proffer'd him their Oathes, 
 Gave hint their Heires, as Pages followed him, 
 Evenat the heeles, in golden multitudes. 
 reatnefle knowesit felfe; 
 igher then his. Vow 
 er, while his blood was poore, 
 fhore at Ravenfpurgh:: 
 nc rfooth) rakes on him to reforme 
 Some cert: dicts, and fome ltrait Decrees, 
 | That lay to heavie onthe Common-wealth ; 
 Cryes out uponabules,feemesto weepe 
 
 | Overhis Countries Wron and byithis Face; -~ 
 
 The hearts ofall that he didangle 
 Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads - 
 Ofall the Favorites, that theabfent King 
 In deputation left behinde him heeve; 
 
 The Firft Partof King Henry the Fourth. — 
 
 This eeming Brow of Iuftice, did he winne oe 
 
 When he was perfonall inthe Irifh Warre. 
 Blunt. Tut, I eamenot to hearethis. . ns 
 Het. Then to the point. 
 
 In {hort timeafter, he depos’d the King, 
 
 Soone after that, depriv’d him of his Life : 
 
 And inthe neck of that, task’ the whole State. 
 
 To make that worfe, fuffer’d his Kinfman March, 
 
 Who is, ifevery Owner were plac’d, 4 
 
 Indeed his King, to be engagd in Wales, hl 
 
 There, without ranfome, to lye forfeited : 
 Difgrac’d me iu my happy Victories, 
 
 | Sought to intrap me by intelligence, 
 Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord, 
 In sage difmifs'd my Father fromthe Court, 
 
 Broke Oath on Oath, committing Wrong on Wrong, © 5 a 
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 Andin conclufion, drove us to fecke out 
 This head of fafetie ; and withall, to prie 
 Into his Titles The which we finde 
 Too indireé, for long continuance. 
 Blunt. Shall lreturne thisanfwere to theKing? — 
 Hots. Not fo, Sir Walter. ; 
 Wee'le with- draw a while : 
 Goe tothe King, and let there be impawn'd 
 Some furetie for a fafe returne againe, 
 \ And in the Morning early fhall my Vackle 
 Bring him our purpofe : and fo farewell. ~ 
 Blent. Lwould you would accept of Graceand Loves — 
 Hot{p. And't may be, fo we fhall. awe 
 Blunt. Psay Heaven you doe, 
 
 eR, 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 eee ern et CC A A 
 
 Emer the Arch-Bifhop of Yorke,and Sir Michel ~ 
 
 Arch. Hie,good Sir Michell,beare this fealed Briefe 
 
 With winged hafte tothe Lord Marfhal, 
 This to my Coufin Screope, and all the reft 
 To whom they aredirected.: 
 If you knew how much they doe import, 
 You would make hafte, 
 Sir Mich. My goed Lord, guefle their tenors 
 Arch, Like enough you doe. 
 To morrow, good Sir (Michell,is a day, 
 Wherein the fortune of ten thoufand men 
 Mult bide the touch. For Sir, at Shrewsbury 
 As Iamtruly given to underftand, ie fe 
 The King, with mightie and quick-rayfed P ower, 
 Meetes with Lord Harrie: and I feare, Sir Adichell, 
 What with theficknefle of Northumberland, 
 Whofe power wasin the firft proportion ; 
 And what with Owen Glendowers abfence thence, 
 Who with them was rated firmely too, 
 And comes not in, over-rul’d by Prophecies, 
 I feare the Power of Percy istoo weake, 
 To wage an inftant tryall withthe King. fe 
 _ Sir Mich. Why my good Lord, you need not feare, 
 There is Dowglas and Lord Adortimer. © 
 seta Pe cap isnotthere. é. 
 ir Mic But there is Déardake Vernon Lord Harry Pa 
 And there is my Lord of cae oe ie 
 Anda Head of gallant Warriors, 
 NobleGentlemen. _ “Poe 
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 The {peciall head of all the Land together : 
 
 The Prince of Wales, Lord Joh of Lancalter, 
 
 The Noble Weftmerland, and warlike Béwnt ; 
 And many moe Corriuals, aud deere men 
 Of eftimation, and command in Armes. 
 
 Sir M. Doubt not my Lord, he thall be well oppos’d. 
 
 Arch. Uhopeno lefle.: Yet needfull’tis to feare, 
 And to preventthe wort, Sir Michell {peed ; 
 For if Lord Percy thrive not,ere the King. 
 Difmiffe his power, he meanes to vifit us ; 
 For he hath heard ourConfederacie, 
 And,’tis but Wifedome to make ftrong againft him : 
 Therefore make hatte,I mult goe writeagaine 
 
 To other Friends and {fo farewell, Sir (Michell, Exeunt. 
 
 se on ee dC 
 
 af dus Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
 A 
 
 Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord lobn of Lancaster, 
 
 Earle of weftmerland, Six Walter Blunt, 
 and Falftaffe. 
 
 King. How bloodily the Sunne beginsto peere 
 Above yon busky hill: theday lookes pale 
 
 a At his diftemperature. + 
 | Prin. The Southerne winde 
 | Doth play the Trumpet to his purpofes, 
 
 And by his hollow whiftling in the Leaves, 
 
 Foretelsa Tempeft:andabluft’ringday. 
 _Kiag. Then withthe lofers let it fympathize, 
 
 For iothing can feeme foure to thofe that «win. 
 
 The Trumpet founds; 
 
 Enter Worcefter. 
 
 King. How now my Lordof Worfter ? “Tis not well - 
 
 That youand I fhould meet upon fuch tearmes, 
 Asnow we meet. You have deceiv’d our truft, 
 
 | And made us doffe our eafie Robes of Peace, 
 | Tocruth our oldlimbés in ungentle Steele : 
 
 This is not well, my Lord, this is not well. 
 
 | What fay you to it ? Will you againennknit © 
 
 This churlith knot of all-abhorred Warre? 
 
 | And move in that obedient Orbe againe, 
 
 Where you did give a faire and naturall light, 
 
 | And be no more an exhal’d Meteor, 
 
 A prodigie of Feare, and aPortent 
 Of broached Mifcheefe, to the unborne Times ? 
 
 | Wor. Heareme, my Liege : 
 
 For mine owne part, | could be well content 
 To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life 
 
 | Withquiet houres : For I do proteit, 
 
 aye have not fought the day of this diflike. 
 King. You havenot fought it: how comes it then? 
 
 Fal, Rebellion lay in his way,and hefoundit. 
 Prin, Peace, Chewet, peace. 
 
 We were the firft, and deareft of your Friends ¥ 
 For yon, my ftaffe of Office did Lbreake 
 
 In Richards time, and poatted day. and night - 
 To meet you on the way,and kiffe your hand, 
 
 The Firf Part of. King Henry the Fointh. 
 
 Arch. Andfothere is, but yet the King hath drawne 
 
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 | Wor. lt pleas'd your Majefty, to turne your lookes 
 | Of Favour, from my Selfe,and all our. Honfe ; 
 | And yet I muft remember you my Lord, 
 
 When yet you weteinplace, andjn account 
 Nothing fo trong and fortunate, as 1 ; 
 It Was iny Sclfe, my Brother, and hisSonne, 
 That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare 
 The danger of the time. Youfwore tous, 
 And you did {weare that Oath at Doncafter, 
 That you did nothing of purpofe ’gainft the State, 
 Nor ciaime no farther, then your new-falne right, 
 The feate of Gauat, Dukedome of Lancafters 
 Tothis, we {ware ouraide: Butin fhort{pace, 
 It rain’d downe Fortune fhowring on your head, 
 And fach a floud of Greatnefle fellon you, 
 What with our helpe, what with the ab{ent King, 
 What with theinjuries of wanton time, ~ 
 The feeming {ufferancesthat you had borne, 
 And the contrarious. Windes that held the King 
 Solong in theunlacky Irifh Warres, 
 That ailin England did repute him dead: 
 And from this {warme of faire advantages, 
 You tooke occafion to be quickly woo'd, 
 To gripe the generall{way into your hand, 
 Forgot your Oath tousat Doncafter, 
 And being fed by us, you us’d us fo, 
 As that ungentle gulithe Cuckowes Bird, 
 Vifeth the Sparrow, did oppreffe our Neft, 
 Grew by our Feeding, to fo great a bulke, 
 That even our Love durft not comeneere your fight 
 For feare of {wallowing : But with nimbie wing 
 We were infore’d for fafetie fake, to flye 
 Out of your fight, and raife this prefent Head, 
 W hereby we {tand oppofed by fich meanes 
 As you your felfe; have forg'd againft your felfe, 
 By unkinde ufage, dangerous countenance; 
 And violation of all faith and troth 
 Sworne to us in yonger enterprize. 
 
 King. Thefe things indeede you have articulated, 
 Proclaim’d at Market Crofles, read in Churches, 
 To face the Garment of Rebellion 
 With fome fine colonr, that may pleafe the eye 
 Of fickle Changelings, and poore Difcontents; 
 Which gape, and rub the Elbow at the newes 
 
 Of hurly burly Innouation : 
 
 And never yet did Infurrection want 
 Such water-colours,to impaint hiscaufe ; 
 Nor moody Beggars, ftarving for a time 
 Of pell-mell hauocke,and confufion. 
 Prin. In both onr Armies, there is many a foule 
 Shall pay full dearely for this encounter, 
 ifonce they joyneintriall. Tell your Nephew, 
 The Prince of Wales doth joyne with all the world 
 In prayfe of Henry Percy: By my Hopes, ae 
 This prefent enterprize fet off his head, 2 tte 
 I donot thinke a braver Gentleman, 
 More active, valiant, or more valiant yo 
 More daring, or more bold, is now alive 
 To grace thislatter Age with noble deede 
 For my part,I may fpeake ic to my fhame, 
 I havea Truant beene to‘ Chivalry, + - -*-*~ 
 And fo Lheare, hedoth account metoo: ~~ 
 Yet this before my Fathers Majefty, 
 Iam contentthat he fhall take the oddes 
 Of hisgreat name and eftimation, 
 And will, to fave the blood on either fide, 
 Try fortune with him, ina Single Fighr. S 
 King, And Prince of Wales,fo dare we venter thee, 
 
 Albeit, confiderations infinite 
 _ Do\ 
 
Do make againftit : No good Worfter, no, And an adopted name of Priviledge, 
 Welove our people well; eventhofe we love A hare-brain'd Hotppurre, govern'd by a Spleene: 
 That are mifled upon your Coufins part: All his offences liveupon my head, 
 And willthey take the offer of our Grace: And on his Fathers. Wedid traine him on, 
 Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man And hiscorruption being tane fromus, 
 Shall be my Friend againe, and Ile be his. Wea’ the Spring ofall, thall pay for all: 
 So tell your Coufin, and bring me word, Therefore good Coufin, let not Harry know 
 What he will do. But if he willnotyeeld, In any cafe, the offer of the King. : 
 Rebukeand dread corre<tion waite on us, Uer. Deliver What you will, Ile fay’tis fo. 
 And they fhall de their Oifice. So be gone, Heere comes your Cofin. 
 We will not now be troubled with reply, 
 We offer faire, take it advifedly, Enter Hotspurre. 
 
 And beftride me, f0;.. *tis a point of friendfhip. ; Wor. There is no feeming mercy inthe King. 
 Pria.Nothing buta Coloffus can do theethatfreindfhip: | Hot. Did you begge any ? God forbid. 
 
 Say thy prayers, and farewell. wor., I told him gently of our greevances, 
 Fal. Lwould it werebed time Hal, and all well. Of his Oath-breaking : which he mended thus, 
 Prin, Why, thou ow’ft heaven a death. By now for{wearing that he is forfworne, 
 
 Fal. Tisnot due yet : I would be loath to pay him | He calsusRebels, Traitors, and will {courge 
 before hisday. What neede bee fo forward with him | With haughty armes, this hatcfull namein us. 
 that call’snot on me ? Well,'tis no matter,Horor prickes Enter Dowglas. 
 
 on? How then? Can Honour fet tooa legge? No: or an | A brave defiance in King Henriesteeth : 
 arme? No: Or take away the greefe ofa wound? No. | And Weftmerland that wasingag’d did beareit, 
 Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then? No. Whatis Ho- | Which cannot choofe but bring him quickly ons 
 
 trim reckoning. Whohathit? Hethatdy’dea Wednef- | And Nephew, challeng’d youto fingle fight. 
 
 infenfible then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with | And that no man might draw fhort breath today, 
 the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not (iffer it,ther- | But I] and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell me, 
 
 ends my Catechifme. _ EXite _Ver. No, by my Soule: I never in my life 
 Did heare a Challenge urg’d more: modefily 
 ee far ens een Perr tte Secor : —— fhould a Brother dare 
 : o gentle exercife, and proofe of Armes. 
 Ry cana hy ecun da : He gave youall the Dutiesofa Man, 
 | Trimm’d up your praifes with a Princely tongue, 
 retro Spoke your defervingslike a Chronicle, 
 Enter Woersefter, and Sir Richard Vernon. Making you ever better then his prayfe, 
 bak By ftilldifprayfing prayfe, valew’d with you: 
 Wor. Ono, mynephew muftnot know, Sir Richard, | And which became him like a Prince indeed, 
 The liberal kinde offer of the king. He madea blufhing citallofhiméelfe, 
 Ver. 'Twere belt hedid. ; And chid his Trewant youth with a Grace, 
 Wor, Then we ate all undone. *. As if he maftred there adouble {pirit 
 } Iris not poffible,itcannotbe, Ofteaching, and of learning inftantly : 
 The King would keepe his word in loving us, There didhe panfe. Butlet me tell the World, 
 He will fufpect us ftill,aud finde atime If he out-live the envie of thisday, 
 To punith this offence in others faults: England did never owe fofweeteahope, 
 Suppofition, all our lives. fhall be ftucke full of eyes ; So much mifconftrued in his wantonneffe. 
 ' For Treafonisbut trufted like the Foxe, Hot. Coufin, I thinkethou artenamored 
 Who ne’refotame, focherifht, andlock'dup, ©... | Onhis Follies :neverdidI heare 
 Will have a wilde tricke of bis Anceftors : | Ofany Prince fo wildeat Liberty. 
 Looke how he can, or fad or merrily, But be he as he will, yet once ere night, 
 ese ae te meas our NG | y will ret him with a Souldiers arme, 
 nd we. fhall feede like Oxertat a flall, That he fhall fhrinke n tefie. 
 The erecheri ls nearer death, pore ie ow 
 My Nephewestrefpaffe may be wellforgot, _ Better confider what you have to do, 
 It hath the excufe of youth, and heate of bleod, Than I that have pon.vell the gift of Tongue, 
 
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 day. Doth he feeleit ? No. Dothhe heare it? No, Isit Hor. O, would the quarrell lay i our heads, 
 
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 70 The Firft Part of King Henry the Fourth. , 
 
 Exit Worcefter. 
 Prin. Tt will not beaccepted, on my Life, Hot. My Vonkle is return’d, 
 The Dowglas and the Horfparre bothtogether, Deliver up my Lord of Weftmerland. 
 Are confident againft the world in Armes. Vnkle, what newes? 
 King. Hence therefore , every Leader to his charge, Wor. The King will bid you battell prefently. 
 For on their anf{were will we fet oa them ; : Dow. Defie him by the Lord of W eftmerland. 
 And God befrierid us,as our caufe isjutt. Exennt, Hot. Lord Dowgla : Go youand tell him fo. 
 Manet Prince and Falpaffe. Dow. Marry and fhall, and verie willingly. ag 
 Fal. Hal, ifthou fee me downe ia the battell, Exit Dowglae Y 
 
 meon. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come Dow. Arme Gentlemen,to Armes, for I have throwne 
 
 nour? A word. Whatis that word Honour? Ayre: A Wor. The Prince of Wales ftept forth before the king, ; 4 
 
 fore Ile none ofit. Honour is ameere Scutcheon, and fo | How thew’d his Talking ? Seem’d itincontempt? 
 
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 | Can lift mE up with perfwafion. 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 (Mel. My Lord, heereare letters for you: 
 Hot. Icannot reade them now. 
 § O Gentlemen, the time of lifeis fhort ; 
 To fpend that fhortneffe bafely, were too longs 
 If life did ride upon a Dials point, 
 | Still ending at the arrivall of an houre, 
 | And if we live, welive to tread on Kings: 
 
 ; dif dye ; brave death, when Princes dye with us- 
 
 | Now for our Confciences, the Armes is faire, 
 
 \ | Whentheintent for bearing them is juft. 
 
 . Enter another Meffenger. 
 
 | WV. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace; 
 Hor. 1 thanke him, that he cuts me {from my tale : 
 
 For I profeffe not talking s Onely this, 
 
 o | Let each man do hisbeft. And heere I draw a Sword, 
 | Whofe worthy temper I intend to ftaine 
 
 With the beft blood that I can mecte withall; 
 | In the adventure of this perillous day. 
 Now Efperance Percy, and fet on : 
 
 | | Sound allthe lofty Initruments of Warre, 
 
 And by that Muficke, let usall imbrace : 
 For heaven to earth, fome of us never fhall, 
 
 A fecond timedofi sch a curtefie. 
 
 They embrace, the Trumpets found, the King waned 
 with his power, alarum unto the battell Then enter 
 Dowgas, and Sir Walter Blunt. 
 
 Bla.NV havis thy name,thatin batteli thus } croffett me? 
 What honour doft thou {eeke upon my head ? 
 
 Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas, 
 
 AndI do haunt thee inthe battle thus, 
 Becaufe fome tell me , that thou arta King. 
 
 ‘Blunt, They tell thee true. 
 | — Dow. The Lord of Stafford heere to day hath bought 
 | Thy likeneffe: for intteed of thee King Harry, 
 _ This {word hath ended him,fo fhall it thee, 
 
 | Vnleffe thou yeeld thee as a Prifoner. 
 
 |. Bée. I wasnot borne to yeeld thou haughtie Scot, 
 And thou fhaft findea King that will revenge 
 
 | Lord Stafords death. 
 
 Fight, Blunt és flaine, then enters Hotspur. 
 Hot. O Dowglas,hadit thou fought at Holmedon thus, 
 
 ~ } Inever had triumphed o’re a Scot. 
 
 Dow. All’sdone,all’s won,here breathles lies the King. 
 Har. Where? 
 Dow. Hecre. 
 4 Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well: 
 4 ¥.4 gallant Knight he was, his name was Blent, 
 Seinblably furnith’dlikethe King himfelfe. 
 }- Dow. Ah'foole : go with thy foule whither it goes, 
 | Aborrowed title hait thou bought too deere. 
 | Whydidét thou telime, that thou werta ‘King? 
 ‘|. Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coates, 
 |. Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kiil all his Coates, 
 41 murtherall his Wardrobe peece'by peece, 
 Vo I meetthe Kings , 
 at. Vp, andaway,: 
 ur Souidiers ftand full fairely for the day. 
 e. _ Alarum, andenter Falftaffe folus. 
 ES Bat Though I could {cape fhoe-tree at London, I be 
 | thefhot hecre : here’s rio {coring but upon the pate. Soft 
 - | who att thou? Sir Walter Bluat ,there’s Honour for you; 
 | Hete’sno vanity, [amas hot as molten Lead , and as hea- 
 _ | dy too;' heaven keepe Lead outof mee’, I acedé nomore 
 ; weight then mine owne Bowelles. Ihave led my rag of 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 | Muifins where they are pepper’d ; there’s not three of my 
 
 150, leftalive, and they for the Townesend, tu beg du- 
 ring life. But whocomes heere? 
 Enter the Prince, 
 
 Prin. What,Qand ft thou idle here? Lend me thy {word, 
 Manya Nobleman lies {tarke and {tiffe 
 Vnder the hooves of vantisg enemies, 
 
 Whofe deathsare unrevene d, Prethy lend me thy {word 
 
 Fal. O Hat, } prethee give me leave to breath awhile : 
 Turke Gregory never did {uch decdsin Armes, asI have 
 done this day. Ihave paid Percie, I have made him fure. 
 
 Prin, Heis indced, and living to kill thee 
 I prethee lend me thy fword. 
 
 Falft. Nay Hal, it Percy bee alive, thou getft noe my 
 Sword ; but take my Piftoll ifthou wilt. 
 
 Prin. Give.itme : What,is it inthe Cafe ? 
 
 Fal, 1 Hal, 'cis hot : There’s that will Sacke a City. 
 
 The Prince arames out 4 Boptle of Sacke. 
 
 Frin. What, is ita time to jeftand dally now? 
 Throwes it at him. 
 
 Fal. 1f Percy be alive. Ile pierce him : ifhedo come in 
 my way, fo: if he donot, if I come in his (willingly) let 
 him make a Carbonado ee I like not {uch grinning 
 honour as Sir Wa/ter hath : Give me life , which if Ian 
 fave, fo : if not, honours comes unlook’d for,and ther’s an 
 en : Exit. 
 
 Exit 
 
 Scena Ler sh 
 
 Alarnm, excurfions, enter the King, the Prince, 
 es leba of Lancofter, and Earle 
 of Weftmertand, 
 
 King. Iprethee Harry withdraw thy fee » thou blee- 
 deft too much : Lord Jobs of Lancaster go youwith him, 
 P./eh. Not I,my Lord,uniede | did bleed too. 
 Prin. \befeech your Majefty makeup, 
 Lealt you retirement do ainaze your friends, 
 King. Twilldo fos 
 My Lord of Weitmerland leade him to his Tent. 
 Weft. Come my Lord. Ile leade youto your Tent 
 Prin. Leademe my Lord? I do not need your helpe, 
 And heaven forbid a fhallow fcratch fhould drive , 
 The Prince of Wales from {uch a field as this, 
 Where ftain’d Nobility lyestroden on, 
 And Rebels Armes triumph in maflacves. 
 Toh, We breathtoo long : come confin Weftmerland, 
 Our duty this way lies, for heavens fake come. 
 Prin. By heaventiiou hatt deceived me Lancafter, 
 I did not thinke thee Lord of fuch a fpirit: 
 Before, [lov’d theeasa brother , John ; 
 But now, 1 do refpectthee as my Soule. 
 King. Uaw him hold Lord Percy at the points 
 Wich laftier maintenance thea! didlooke 
 Of {uch an ungrowne Warriour. . 
 Prin, O this Boy, lends mettall to us ail, 
 Enter Dowglas. 
 Dow. Another King ? They grow like Hydra’s heads :\ 
 T am the Dowglasfatall to ali thofe 
 That weare thofe colours onthem. Whatart thou 
 That connterfeit’ft the perionofaKing? 
 Ki ing. The King himfelfe; who Dowglas griev es at hart 
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The Finft P artof K ing Henry the Fourth. 
 
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 So many of his fhadowesthou haft met, 
 And not the very King. I have two Boyes 
 Seeke Percy and thy felfe aboutthe Field : 
 But feeing thou fall'{t on me fo luckily, . 
 I willaflay thee: fo defend thy felfe. 
 Dow. | fearethouart another countefeit : 
 And yetinfaith thou bear’ft thee likea King : 
 But mine I am fure thou art, who ere thou be, 
 And thusIwinthee. They fight, the K. being in danger, 
 Exter Prince. 
 
 Prin. Hold up thy head vile Scot, or thou art like 
 Never to holdit up againe :the Spirits 
 Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt, are inmy Armes ; 
 
 It ifthe Prince of Wales that threates thee, 
 Who never promifeth, but meanes to pay- 
 They Fght, Dowglas fiyeth. 
 
 Cheerely My Lord : how fares your Grace ? 
 Sir Nicholas Gawfey hath for fuccour fent, 
 And fu hath Clifton : Ie to Cifton ftraight. 
 
 Kivg. Stay,and breath awhile. 
 Thou haft redeem’d thy loft opinion, 
 ‘And fhew’d thou mak’ ft fome tender of my life 
 Inthis faire re(cue thou haft broughr to me. 
 
 Prin. Oheaven,they did inc too much injary, 
 
 That ever fayd I hearkned to your death. 
 If it were fo, I might have let alone 
 The infulting hand of Dowgdas over you, 
 Which would have beene as {peedy in your end, 
 _ Asall the poyfonous Potions in the world, 
 “And fav’d the Treacherous labour of your Sonne. 
 K. Make up to Cifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Gaufey. Exit 
 Enter Hot/purre. 
 
 Hot. Uf Umiftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. 
 
 ‘Prin. Thou {peakeft asif1 would deny my name. 
 
 Hot, My name is Harry Percy. 
 
 Prin. W hy then J {cea very valiant rebell of that name. 
 Tam the Prince of Wales, and thinke not Percy, 
 To (hare with mein glory any more : 
 
 Two Starres keepe not their motion in oneSphere, 
 Nor can one England brooke a double reigne, 
 Of Harry Percie,and the P rince of Wales. 
 Hor. Nor fhall it Harry,for the houre is come 
 Toend the one ofus ; and would to heaven, 
 Thy namein Armes, were now as greatas mine. 
 _ Prin. Me make it greater, ere I part from thee, 
 Andallthe budding Honors onthy Creft, 
 Ile crop to make a Garland for my head. 
 Hot. Icannolonger brooke thy Vanities. 
 : Emer F alftaffe. 
 Fal. Well faid'Hal, toit Hal, Nay you fhall finde no 
 Boyes play heere, Ican tell: you. 
 Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaffe, who fals dewn 
 as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie, 
 
 Hot. Oh Harry, thou haft rob’d me of my youth : 
 
 1 better brooke the lofle of brittle life, | 
 
 Then thofe proud titles thou haft wonne of me, 
 
 They wound my thoughts worfe,thenthe {word my fleth: 
 But thonght’sthe flave of Life, and Life, Times foole ; 
 -And Time, that takes furvey ofall the world, 
 
 Muftthave a ftop. O, Icould P rophefie, 
 Butthat the Earth, and the cold hand of death, 
 
 Lyeson my Tongue : No Perere,thou art duft 
 
 And food for seme tf 
 
 Prin, For Wormes, brave Percy.Farewell great heart: 
 Til.weav’d Ambition, how muchart thou fhrunke? 
 
 | Whenthat this bogie did containeafpirit, 
 
 Fight. 
 
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 | the finne upon their owne heads. Ietake't on myideat 
 | gave him this wound inthe Thigh : ifthe man were 
 | live, and would denieit, would make him eatea pect 
 
 A Kingdome for it was too fmall a bound : 
 Butnow two paces of the vileft Earth 
 Isroomeenough. This Earth that beares the dead, 
 Beares not alive fo ftout a Gentleman. 
 If thou wer’t fenfible of curtefie; 
 I fhould not make fo great a fhew of Zeale, 
 But let my favours hide thy mangled face, 
 And even in thy behalfe, He thanke my felfe 
 For doing thefe fayre Ritesof Tenderneffe. 
 Adieu, and take thy prayfe with thee to heaven, 
 Thy ignomy fleepe with thee in the grave, 
 But not remembred in thy Epitaph. 
 What? Old Acquaintance? Cou!d porall this fleth 
 Keepe ina little lite? Poore lacke, farewell: . 
 I could have better {par’da better man. 
 O, I fhould have a heavy mifle of thee, 
 If were muchinlove with Vanitie. 
 Death hath not ftrucke fo fata Deere to day, 
 Though many dearer in this bloody Fray : 
 Imbowell’d will I fee thee by and by, 
 Till then, in blood, by Noble Perest lye; 
 Fal ttaffe rifeth up. Lise? 
 
 Fait. Imbowell’d? If thou imbowell mee to day, Ile 
 give you leave to powder me, and eat me too tomorrow, 
 "Twas timetocounterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot, 
 had paid me feor'and lot too. Counterfeit ? J am nocoun- 
 terfeit; to dye, is tobea counterfeig, for hee is burthe 
 counterfeit ofa man, who hath not the lifeofa man: But | 
 to counterfeit dying, when aman thereby liveth, istobe | 
 no counterfeit, butthe true and perfect image oflifein |" 
 deede. The better part of Valour , is Difcretion 5 inthe 
 which better part, [have faved my life. I amvaffraide of 
 this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee 
 fhould counterfeitroo, and rife? Iam afraid hee would 
 provethe better counterfeit:therefore Lie make him dure: 
 yea, and [le fweare I kill’d him. Why may: not he rifeas 
 wellas1 2? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no-bodi¢ 
 fees me. Therefore firra, with'a new wound inyourthigh | 
 come you along me. Takes Hot Spurre on bisbacke. | 
 
 Emer Prince and lobn of Lancafter. da hriAvas 
 Prin. Come Brother Joh», full bravely haft thon flefht 
 
 Fuel 
 
 | thy Maiden fword. » 
 
 Toba. But foft, who:have we heere? 
 Did you not tell me this fat man was.dead? ° 
 
 Prin, T did, ifawhim dead, : 
 Breathileffe, and bleeding on the ground: Artthowalive? 
 Or isit fantafie that playes upon our eye-fight ? 
 ] prethee fpeake, we will not truft oureyes 
 
 | Withont oureares. Thouart not what thou feem’ft. 
 
 __ Fat. No,that’scertaine: lam nota double man + but 
 if Iam not Lacke Falstaffe,then am I a lacke: ThereisPa- 
 cy, if your Father will dome any Honor fo: if not, let him 
 
 | kill the next Percy himfelfe. I looke to beeither Earle of 
 
 Duke, I can affure you. . 
 Prin. Why, Percy T kill’d my felfe, and faw theedead. 
 Fal. Did'tthou? Lord, Lord, how the worldis given 
 
 to Lying? Igraunt you wasdowne , and out of Breath, 
 
 | and fo washe, but we rofeboth at an inftant, and fough 
 | along ‘houre by Shrewsburie clocke, if Imay, be belee 
 
 ved, fo :1f not, let\them that *fhould reward Valour, bear 
 
 ae 
 
 Prin. This isthe ftrangeft Fellow, Brother Joba. ee 
 : ow 
 
 -ofimy-fword. i 
 
 » Mohn. This isthe ftran efttatethate’re Theard. | 
 
Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe ; 
 For my part, if'a lye may doe thee grace, 
 Ile gil'd it with the happiett tearmes I have. 
 Ai Retreat is founded. 
 
 The Trampets found Retreat, the day is ours : 
 Come Brother, let’sto the higheft of the field, 
 To fee what Friendsareliving,who aredead.  Exennt. 
 
 Fal. Ile follow as they lay, for Reward. Hee that re- 
 wards me, heaven reward him. If Ido grow great againe, 
 Tle grow leffe ? For Ile purge, and leave Sacke , and live 
 cleanly ,asa Noble man fhoul ddo. Exit. 
 
 Scena Quinta. 
 
 The Trumpets found. 
 Enter the King, Prince of wales,Lord lohn of Lancafter, 
 Earle of Westmer land, with Worcefter & 
 Vernon Pré(oners. 
 
 | King. Thusever did Rebellion finde Rebuke. 
 Ill-{pirited W orcefter, did we not fend Grace, 
 Pardon, and tearmes of Love to all of you ? 
 And would’ft thou turne our offers contrary ? 
 Mifafe the tenor of thy Kinfmans truft ? 
 Three Knights upon our party flaine today, 
 "| ANoble Earle and many a creature elfe, 
 | Had beene alive this houre, 
 
 _ | iffike a Chriftian thou had’ft truely borne’ 
 | Betwixt our Armics, true Intelligence. 
 | Wor. WhatI havedone, my fatety urg’d me to, 
 
 The Firft Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 73 
 
 And I embrace this fortune patiently, 
 Since nor to be avoided, it falls on me. 
 King. Beare Worcelter to death,and Vernon too. 
 Other Offenders we will panfe upon. 
 Exit Worcester and Vernon, 
 How goesthe Vield ? 
 
 Pria. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when he faw 
 
 The fortune of the day quite turn’d from him, 
 The Noble Percy flaine, and all his men, 
 Vpon the foot of feare, fled withthe reft ; 
 And falling froma hill, he was fo bruiz’d 
 That the purfaers tooke him. At my Tent 
 The Dowglas is, and 1 befeech ycur Grace, 
 
 1 may difpofe of him. 
 
 King. With ail.my heart. 9. 
 
 Prin. Then Brother /obn of Lancafter, 
 
 To youthis honourable bounty fhall belong: 
 Goe to the Dowglas, and deliver him 
 
 Vp to his pleafure, ranfomeleffe and free 
 
 His Valour fhewne upon our Crefts to day, 
 Hath taught us how tocheriflfych high deeds, 
 Even inthe bofome of our Adverfaries. 
 
 King. Thenthis remaines : that we devide our Power. 
 You Sonne /obz,and my Coufin Weftmerland 
 Towards Yorke hail bend yon, with your deereft {peed 
 To meet Northumbrland, and the Prelate Scroope, 
 Who (as we heare) are bufily in Armes. 
 
 My Selfe, and Sonne Harry will towards Wales, 
 To fight with Glendower, and the Earle of March. 
 Rebellion in this Land thall lofe his way, 
 
 Meeting the Checke of {uch another day 
 
 And fince this Bufineffe fo faire is done, 
 
 Letusnotleave tillallour ownebe wonne. . Evennt. 
 
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 the Fourth, | 
 
 his Death: andthe Coronation © 
 
 of King Henry the Fift. 
 
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 eA tus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 INDVCTION. 
 
 Enter Ramor. 
 
 H(, from the Orient, 
 
 L2==Za\( Making the wind my F oft- 
 
 The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth, 
 
 Vpon my Tongue, continuall Slanders ride, 
 
 The which, in every Language, | pronounce, 
 
 Stuffing the cares of theas with falfe Reports « 
 
 I {peake of Peace, while covert Enmitie 
 
 (Vader the {mile of fafety) wounds the World ; 
 
 And who but Ramour, who but onely T 
 
 Make fearefull Matters, and prepar’d Defence, 
 Whilit the bigge yeare, fwolne with fome other griefes, 
 ‘Is thought with childe, by the fterne Tyrant Warre; 
 And no fuch matter ? Ramour, isa Pipe 
 
 Blowne by Surmife, Ieloufies Conjectures ; 
 
 ‘And of fo eafie, and fo plaine a ftop, 
 
 That the blunt Monfter,with uncounted heads, 
 
 The ftill difcordant, wavering Multirude, 
 
 Can play upon it. But what neede I thus 
 
 My well-knowne Body to Anathomize 
 
 Among my houthold? Why is Rumour heere ? 
 
 Irun before King Harries victory, 
 
 Who in abloodie field by Shrewsburte 
 
 Hath beaten downe young Hor/purre, and his Troopes, 
 Quenching the fame of bold rebellion, 
 
 Even with the Rebels blood. But what meane I 
 
 To {peake of truthat firft? My Orifice is 
 ‘To noyfe abroad, that Harry Afonmouth fell 
 
 Vnder the Wrathof Noble Horspurres Sword : 
 
 And that the King, before the Dowglas Rage 
 
 Stoop’d his Anointed head, as low as death. 
 
 This have I rumor’d through thepeafant-Townes, 
 Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburic, 
 
 And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragped Stone, 
 
 Where Hotfpurres Father, old Nort umberland, 
 
 Lyes crafty ficke. The Poftes come tyring on, 
 
 And nota man of them brings other newes 
 
 | Then they havelearn’d of Me. From Ramenrs Tongues, 
 They bring fmooth-Comforts-falle, worfe then True- 
 
 ') On Tuefday laft, to liftenafter Newes. 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Enter Lord Bardolfe, andthe Porter, Song 
 L.Bar. Who keepes the Gate hoa? 
 Where is the Earle? 
 Pro. What fhall I fay youare ? 
 Bar. Tell thou the Earle 
 That the Lord Bardoffe doth attend hima heere. hed 
 Por. His Lordfhip is walk’d forth into the Orchard, 
 Pleafe it your Honor, knocke but at the Gate, 
 And he himfelfe will anfwer- 
 Enter XN orthumberland, 
 L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle. “8 
 Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe? Ev'ry minute now 
 Should bethe Father of fome Stratagem ; cae 
 The Times are wilde : Contention (like a Horfe 
 Full of high Feeding) madly hath broke lvofe, 
 And beares downe all before him. 
 L.Bar. Noble Earle, 
 Ibring youcertainenewes from Shrewsbury. 
 Nor. Good, and heaven will. 
 L; Bar. As good as heart can with : 
 The King is almoft wounded tothe death : 
 And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne, 
 Prince Harrie flaine outright : and both the B/wuts 
 Kill’'d by the hand of Dowglas. Young Prince John, 
 And Weftmerland, and Stafford, fled the Field. A ie 
 And Harrie: Monmonth’s Brawne (the Hulke Sir John) el 
 Isprifoner toyour Sonne. O, fucha Day. ihe 
 (So fought, fo follow’d, and {fo fairely wonne) 
 Came not, till now, todignifie the Times , 
 Since Cafars Fortunes. 
 Nor. How isthis deriv’d ? 
 Saw you the Field? Came you from Shrewsbury ? ; 
 L.Bar. I fpake with one (my L.) chat came fro thence, 
 A.Gentleman well bred, and of good name, 
 That freely render’d me thefe newes for true. 
 Nor. Heere comes my Servant Travers, whom I fent - 
 
 EnterTravers. on 
 L.Bar.My Lord, T over-rode him onthe way, 
 And he is furnifh’d with no certainties, 
 
 More then he (haply) may retaile from me. 
 
 “Nor. Now Travers wikat good tidings ¢ 
 
 seine eacige gunmen cata cite! « enn scperenea tp RARE EAS 
 
The fecond Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. | 
 
 Tra. My Lord, John Umfrewill turn’d me backe 
 With joyfull tydings;and (being better hors’d) 
  Ont-rod me. After him, came {purring hard . 
 
 A Gentleman(al noit fore-fpent with {peed ) 
 That ftopp'd by me,to breath hisbloodied horfe.. 
 Heask’d the way to Chefter : And of him 
 I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury: 
 -Hetold me, that Rebellion hadill lucke, . 
 And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold. 
 With that he gave his able Horfe the head, 
 And bending forwards ftrooke his able heeles 
 
 Pt Againft the panting fides of his poore Iade 
 
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 Vp tothe Rowell head, and flarting fo, 
 “Hee feem’d in running,to devoure the way, 
 ‘Staying no longer queftion, 
 
 North. Ha? Againe: 
 | Said he yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold? 
 
 > | (OF Hot-Spwrre,cold-Spurre) that Rebellion, 
 
 Had met ill lucke? 
 
 __ LL. Bar. My Lord: Tle tell you what, 
 
 If my yong Lord your Sonne, have notthe day, * 
 Vpon mine Honor, for a filken point 
 
 Ile give my Barony. Never talke of it. 
 
 ~ Nor. Why fhould the Gentleman that rode by Travers 
 
 Givethen fuch inftances of Lofle? 
 * L. Bar.Who,he? cae 
 He was fome hielding Fellow,that had ftolne 
 
 | The Horfe he rode-on : and upon my life 
 
 __| Spakeat adventure. Looke’, herecomes more Newes. 
 
 Enter orton. 
 
 | Nor. Yea, this mans brow, like to aTitle-leafe, 
 
 | Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume: 
 
 wg 
 
 3 | _| So lookes the Strond,when the Imperious Flaod 
 
 | Hathlefta witneft Vfurpation. 
 
 _ | Where hatefull death 
 
 | Say Adorron, did’ft thou come from Srewsbury? 
 _ (Mor, Iran from Shrewsbury(my Noble Lord) 
 
 put or his vglieft Maske 
 
 To fright our party. | 
 
 . Nor. How aah my Sonne,and Brother? 
 
 Thou trembl ft;and the whiteneffe in thy Cheeke 
 apter thenthy Tongue, to tell thy Errand. 
 en fych a man,fo faint, fo {piritleffe, 
 dull,fo dead inlooke,fo woe-be-gone, 
 
 Drew Priams Curtaine,in the dead of night, 
 
 _ | And would have told him, Halfe his Troy was burn’d. 
 ~ | But Priams foand the Fire,ere he his Tongue: 
 _ | And I,my Percies death,ere thou report’ft it. 
 
 o | This, thou would’ft fay : Your Sonne did thus,and thus: 
 
 | Your Brother,thus-So fought the Noble oe 
 | Stopping ny greedy eare, with their bold deeds. 
 
 But in theend(to {top mine Eare indeed) 
 Thou haita Sigh, to blow away this Praife, 
 
 _ | Ending with Brother,Sonne,and all are dead. 
 4 Mor. Dowglas is living, and your Brother, yet: ~ 
 yy | But for my Lord,your Sounne. 
 
 _. No, Why he is dead. 
 
 | He that but feares the thing,he would not know, 
 
 | | That what he feard,is chanc'ds Yet fpeake( Marton > 
 
 Hath by Inftin@, knowledge from others Eyes, 
 
 _} Tellthou thy Earle,his Divination Lies, ° : 
 | And Twilltakeit, as afweer Difgracey: 1 6 
 t make thee rich, for doing me fuch wrong. 
 
 4+ And tm: 
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 | ate} 
 
 Mor.Nou are too great,to be(by me) gainfaid: ; dyson 
 
 | 
 
 Now binde my Browes : 
 . The ragged’ft houre,that Timeand 
 
 _ And fet'the 
 
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 Your Spirit is too true,your Feares too certaine. 
 Nor. Yet for ullthis fay not that Perciesdead. 
 
 | Ifeea ftrange Confeffion in thine Bye:: 
 
 Thou fhak’ft thy head, and hold’ft it Feare,or Sinne, 
 
 To {peakeatrath. If he be flaine, fay fo: 
 
 The Tongue offends not, that reports his deaths 
 
 And he doth finne that both belye the dead: 
 
 Not he, which fayes the dead is nor alive: 
 
 Yet the firft bringer of unwelcome Newes 
 
 Hath but a loofing Oitice:and his Tongue, 
 
 Soundsever after asa fullen Bell 
 
 Remembred, knolling a departing Friend. 
 L. Bar. 1 cannot thinke(my Lord) your fois dead. 
 Mor. 1am forry, I fhould force you to beleeve 
 
 That, which | would to heaven , I had not feene. 
 
 | But.thefemineeyes,faw him in bloody ftate, 
 
 Rend'ring faint quittance( wearied,and out-breath’d) 
 
 To Henry Monmouth, whofe twift wrath beate downe 
 
 The never-daunted Percie to the earth, 
 
 Prom whence(with life)he never more fprang up. 
 
 In few;his death( whofe {pirit lent fire, 
 
 Even tothe dullett Peazant in his Campe) 
 
 Being bruited once,tooke fire and heate away 
 
 From the beft temper’d Courage in his Troopes. 
 
 For from his Mettle,was his Party fteel’d; 
 
 Which once in him abated, all the reft 
 
 Turn’d on themfelvés, like dulland heavy Leads 
 
 And asthe Thing, that’s heavy in irfelfe, 
 
 Vpon enforcement, flyes with greateft {peede, 
 
 So did our Men, heavy in Hot/purres loffe, 
 
 Lend to this weight,{uch lightnefle with their Feare, 
 
 That Arrowes fled not fwifter toward théir ayme, 
 
 Then did our Soldiers(ayming at their fafety) 
 
 Fly from the field. Then was that Noble Wotcefter 
 
 Too foone ta’ne prifoner : and that furious Scot, 
 
 (The bloody Dowg/as )whofe well-labouring’ {word’ * 
 
 Had three times flaine th’appearance of the King, 
 
 Gan vaile his ftomacke,and did grace the fhamie. 
 
 Of thofe that tura’d their backes:and in his flight, 
 
 Stumbling in Feare;was tooke. T he fixmme of all, 
 
 Is, that the King hath wonne:and hath fent out 
 
 A {peedy power,toencounter you my Lord, 
 
 Wnder the Conduct of yong Lancafter 
 
 And Weltmerland: This is rhe Newésat full. - ” 
 Nor. for this, fhall have time enough to mourties ° 
 
 In Poyfon,there is Phyficke:and this newes _ 
 
 (Having beene well)that would have made me ficke, ~~’ 
 
 Being ficke,have in'fome meafure,made me well. 
 
 Andas the Wretch, whofe Feaver-weakned joynts; ° 
 
 Like ftrengthlefle Hiidges;buckle tinder life, © °°" 
 
 Impatient of his Fit; breakes like a fire IOFR 
 
 Out of hisikeepers armes: Even fo, my Limbes***- 
 
 _( Weak'tied with grecfe)being now inras’d with Bréefe, 
 
 Are thrice themfelvés. Hence thetf 
 
 herfore thou nige crutch, 
 A{fcaly Gauntlet now, with joynts of Steele §* 2°94". 
 Malt glove this hand. And henet thiot fickly Quoife, 
 Thoirarta guard too wanton forthe Heady: t Vai4 
 Which Princes, flefh'd with Con SSS eae 
 
 3S with pays pproach 
 To frowne uporth’entag'd Northiitberland. se 
 Let Heaven kiffe Earth:now let tide Natures hisid’** 
 Keepethe wilde contin’ dele Order dye 2? * | 
 orld iolonger be a tage! ~° 9 6° eee 
 tention in ate aol nada 2otesli f 
 Gdfthie Fichh Borde Came? 2 8 
 
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 Reigne inall bofomes,that each heart being fet 
 On bloody Courfes,the rude Scene may end, | 
 And darkeneffe be the burier of the dead. (Honor. 
 L. Bar. Sweet Earle,divorce not wifedom from your 
 (Wor. The lives of all your loving Complices 
 Leane-on your health,the which if you give-o're 
 Toftormy Paffion,mult perforce decay. 
 You caft th’ event of Warre(my Noble Lord) 
 And fumm’d the accompt of Chance,before you faid 
 Let us make head:It was your prefurmize, 
 That in the dole of blowes,your Son might drop. 
 You knew he walk’d o’re perils, onan edge 
 Morelikely to fall in, then to get ores 
 You were advis d his flefh was capeable 3 
 Of Wounds, and Scarres;and that his forward Spirit 
 Would lift him, where moft trade ofdanger rang’d, 
 Yet did you fay go forth : and none of this 
 (Though ftrongly apprehended )could reftraine . 
 The ftiffe-borne Action:What hath then befalne? 
 Orwhat hath this bold enterprize brought forth, 
 More then that Being, which was like to be? 
 L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this lofle, 
 Knew that we ventur’d on fuch dangerous Seas, 
 That if we wrought out life, was ten to one: 
 And yet we ventur’d for the gaine propos’d, 
 Choak’dthe refpect of likely perill fear’d, 
 And fince we are o’re-fet.venture againe. 
 Come,we willall put forth;Body,and Goods... = 
 (Mor. Tis more then time: And(my moft Noble Lor 
 Theare for certaine, and do {peake the truth: 
 Thegentle Arch-bifhop of Yorke is up 
 With well appointee Powres:he isaman 
 Who witha double Surety bindes his Followers. 
 _ My Lord(your Sonne)had onely but the Corpes 
 But fhadowes,and the fhewes of mento fight. 
 For that fame word(Rebellion) did divide 
 The action of their bodies,from their foules, 
 And they did fight with queafinefle,conftrain’d 
 . As men drinke Potions;that their Weapons only 
 Seem’d on ous fide:but for their Spirits and Soules, 
 This word(Rebcllion)it had froze them up, 
 As Fith are in a Pond. But now the Bifhop 
 Turnes Infurrection to Religion, ; 
 Suppos'd fincere,and holy in his Thoughts: 
 He’s follow’d both with Body,and with Minde: 
 And doth enlarge his Rifing, with the blood 
 Of faire King Pichard, {crap d from Pomfret ftones, 
 Derives from heaven his Quarrell, and his Caufe: 
 Tels them, he doth beftride a bleeding Land, 
 Gafping for life,under great Ballingbrooke, 
 And more, and lefle.do flocke to follow him. 
 North. [knew of this before.. But to {peake truth, . 
 This prefent greefe had wip’d itfrom my minde. 
 Go in. with me,and councell every man __ 
 The apteft way for fafety,and revenge; yi, 
 Get Pofts,and Letters,and make Friends with {peed, . 
 
 Never fo few,nor.never yet moreneed..- 
 BOUNCE Def it I. 
 Scena Tertids 056 vo 
 
 Palisa ) it faies the Doct.to my, water? 
 Pag. He {aid fir,the water it. felfe was a’ good. healthy 
 water:but for the party that ow’d it,hemight have more 
 an re eel 
 
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 Pal Men ofalonts kes pede gicdac aed se | 
 
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 _Chargesto the Lord John of Lancafter. 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth, 
 
 braine of this foolifh compounded Clay-man,'is notable} 
 to invent any thing that tends to laughter , more then I 
 invent,or is invented on me. Iam not onely witty inmy 
 felfe, but the canfe that wit isin other men. Idoe heere 
 walke before thee,like a Sow ,that hath o'rewhelm‘d all | 
 her Litter, but one. Ifthe Prince put thee into my Ser 
 vice for any other reafon, then tofet me off, why thenT 
 have no judgement. Thou horfon Mandrake , thou art 
 fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles.1 j 
 was never mann’d with an Agot till now : but I will fet 
 you neither in Gold, nor Siiver,but in vilde apparell,and | 
 fend you backé againe to your Maifter,fora Iewell. The | 
 Inuenall( the Prince your Maifter ) whofe Chin is not yet 
 fledg’d, I will fooner have abeard grow inthe Palmeof} 
 my hand,then he fhall get one on his cheeke : yethe will} 
 not fticke to fay, his Face is.a Face-Reyall. Heaven may 
 finith it when he will, it is not a haire amiffe yet:hemay 
 keepe it {till as a Face-Royall, fora Barber fhalinever 
 carne fix pence out of itjand yet he wili be crowing,asit 
 he had writ man ever fince his Father wasa Batchellour. 
 He may keepe hisowne Grace , but hee isalmoft out of 
 mine, 1 can aflure him. W hat faid M. Dombledon , about 
 the Satten for fhort Cloake,and Slops? pe 
 
 Pag. He faid fir,you fhould procure him better Affus 
 rance,then Bardolfe:he would not take his Bond & yours, 
 he lik’d not the Security, Sy a 
 
 Fal. Let him bee damn’d like the Glutton, may] 
 Tongue bee hotter,a horfon «4rchitophel,a Rafcally-y 
 forfooth-knave,to beare a Gentlemanin hand, andthe | 
 ftand upon Security ? The horfon {mooth-pates do now | 
 weare nothing but high fhooes,and bunches of Keyesat | 
 their girdles : and if a man is through with them in ho- 
 neft Taking-up then they mutt ftand upon Security :1 
 had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth, a 
 offer to {toppe it with Security. 1 look'd he fhould have 
 fent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am tru 
 Knight) and he fends me Security. Well,he may fleepin 
 Security,for he hath the horne of Abundance : and th 
 lightnefle of his Wifé shines through it , and yet cannot 
 he fee,though he have his owne Lanthorne tolight him 
 Where’s Bardolfe? : (ai gaa 
 
 ve He’s gone into Smithfield to buy your worfhip 
 a horfe. 
 
 Fal. I bought him in Paules,and hee’l buy mee ahorf 
 in Smithfield. If Icould get mee a wife in the Stewes, 
 were Mann’d, Hors'd,and Wiv d. 
 
 Enter Chiefe Inftice, and Servant. 
 ‘Pag. Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed | |" 
 the Prince for ftriking him,about Bardolfe. 
 Fal. Wait clofe,I willnot fee him. 
 Ch. Inft. What's he that goes there? 
 Ser.Falftaffe,and’t pleafeyour Lordfhip. 
 /#ft. He that was in queftion for the Robbery? =~ 
 Ser. He my Lord,buthe hath fince done good fervice | 
 at Shrewsbury  and(as I heare)is now going with fome e | 
 Luft. What to Yorke?Call him backe againeés. | 
 - Ser. Sir lobn Falftaffe. ay) 
 Fal. Boy,tell him,lam deafe. 
 Pag. Youmutt {peake lowdet,my Mai 
 Inf. Lamfure heis, to the hearing of any thing 
 Go plucke him by the Elbow,I muft {peake wit 
 SeeSix Tele. <8) eMart ceed 4 
 Fal. W hat?a yong knave and beg? Is there not war! 
 
 iy 
 
 . ? 
 
 there not imployment?Doth net the K.lack fubjects? ¢ 
 
 notthe Rebels want Soldiers? Though it bea thametobe | 
 nt So : oh 
 
be on the worft fide, were it worfe then the name of Re- 
 bellion can tell how to make it: 
 * Ser. YoumiftakemeSir. ANT IE 
 Fal, Why fir?Did I fay you were an honeft maneSet- 
 ‘ting my Knight-hood,and my Souldierfhip afide, 1 had 
 lyed in.my throat,[fhadfaidfo. 
 Ser. Ipray you(Sir) then fet your Knighthood and 
 your Souldier-thip afide:,and givemee leave to tell you, 
 ou lye in your throat,if you fay I am any other then an 
 eft man. : ; 240 be 
 Fal,1 give thee leave to tell me fo? I lay a-fide that 
 which grows to,me?if thou get’it any leave of me,hang 
 me : if thou tak’ ft leave,thou wer't better be hang’d:you 
 Hunt-counter, hence: Avant: 
 Ser. Sir,my Lord wonld {peake with yous 
 1a8. Six lobn Falftaffe, a word with yous 
 Fal. My good Lord:give your Lordfhip good time of 
 | theday. 1am gladto feeyour Lordthip abroad :1 heard 
 ' | fay your Lordthip was ficke .[ hope your Lordfhip goes 
 abroad by advife. Your Lordthip (though not clean patt 
 } your youth)hath yet fome {mack of age in you:fomerel- 
 | lith of the faltncfle of Time and I moft humbly befeech 
 your Lordfhip,to havea reverend care of your health. 
 Inft. Sir Iobw ,1 fent for you before your Expedition, 
 - to Shrewsbury. 
 Fal. If it pleafe your Lordfhip, I heare his Majefty is 
 return’d wich fome difcomfort from Wales. 
 luff. Ltalke not of his Majefty : you would not come 
 when I fentfor you? 
 Fal. And I heare moreover, his Highneffeis falne into 
 this fame whorfon Apoplexie, (you. 
 Taft. Well,heaven mend him.I pray let mefpeak with 
 Fal. This Apoplexie is(as I take it ) a kind of Lethar- 
 | gy, fleeping of theblood,a horfon Tingling. 
 Juft. What tell you me of it?be it as it is. 
 Fal. It hath ic originall from much greefe; from ftudy 
 | and perturbation of the braine. | have read the caufe of 
 | hiseffects in Galen, It isa kinde of deafenefle. 
 “| Ju Vthinke you are falne into the difeafe : For you 
 heare not what I fay to you. 
 | Fal. Very well(my Lord) very well : rather an’t pleafe 
 you) itis the difcafe of not Liftning , the malady of not 
 Marking,that Iam troubled withall. | 
 Iuft. fopanith you by the heeles, woyld amend the 
 attentio of your cares,& 1 care no tif 1 be yonr Phyfitian. 
 Fat. Lam aspooreas Job,my Lord ; but not fo Patient: 
 your Lordfhip may minifter the Potion of imprifonment 
 to me, in re{pect of Poverty : but how I fhould bee your 
 Patient,to follow your prefcriptions,the wife may make 
 fome dram of afcruple,or indeed,a {cruple it felfe. 
 | Inf, Ufent for. yout( when there were matters againft 
 you for your life)ro {peake with me. 
 |” Fal. As Iwas thenadvifed by my learned Councell,in 
 the lawes of this Land-fervice,I did notcome. 
 Iuft.W ci,the truth is(fir /ohn)you live in great infamy 
 
 Juft. Your Meanes is very fiender,and your waft great. 
 Fal. I would it were otherwife : I would my Meanes 
 were greater,and my watte flenderer. 
 Inft. You have mifled the youthfull Prince. . 
 _ Fad. The yong Prince hatly mifled mee, I am the Fel- 
 low with the great belly and he my Dogge. te 
 | Int. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal’d wound:your 
 | daies fervice at Shrewsbury , hath a little, gilded over. 
 iii your Nights'exploit onGads-hill. Youmay thanke the 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 onany fide but one, it is worfe fhame to begge, thento ) unquicttime,for your quict o're pofting that Action. 
 
 Fal.He that buckles{him in my belt,canot live in lefle. | 
 
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 Fat. My Lord? 1 9€ Wolfe. 
 duff. But fince all is wel,keep it fo: wake nota fleeping 
 Fal. To wakea Wolfe;isas bad as to {mell a Fox. 
 
 Ja. W hat?you are asacandle,the better part birht out. 
 > Fal W atfell-Caridle,my Lordyall Tallow:if I did fay 
 of wax,my growth wouldapprovethe truth. <9) =" 
 
 Iu» There is nota white haire on your face ; but fhould 
 have his eftect of gravity. roiirones 
 
 Fal. His effect.of grauy,grauy,grauys® oe of 2 
 -. dufti You follow the yong Prince upand down; like 
 his evill Angell. 
 
 Fal, Not fo(my Lord) your ill Angell is lights but I 
 hope, hethat lookesuponimee, will take mee without; 
 weighing : and yet,infome refpects I grant,I cannot go: 
 I cannot tell. Vertue is of folittlé regard in thefe Coftor« 
 mongers,thar true valor is turn’d Beare-heard: Pregnan- 
 ci¢ismadea Tapfter, and hath his quicke wit wafted in 
 giving Recknings:all the other gifts appertinent to man 
 (as the malice of this Age fhapes them)are not woorth a 
 Goofeberry. Youthat are old , confider not the capaci- 
 tiesofusthatare yong : you meafure the heat of our Li- 
 vers , with the bitternes of your gals : and ‘we that are in 
 the vaward of our youth, I mnft confeffe,are wagges too. 
 
 Jnft. Do you fet downe your name in the {trowle of 
 youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charac- 
 ters of age ?jHave you not a moift eye?a dry hand ? a yel- 
 low cheeke?a white beard?a decreafing leg ? an increfing 
 belly?Is not your voice broken? your winde fhort?your 
 wit fingle ?and every part about you blafted with Anti- 
 quity?and wil you cal your felfe yong? Fy, fy, fy fir Jobs. 
 
 Fal, My Lord,! was borne witha white head,& fom- 
 thing around belly. For my vuice,| have loft it with hal- 
 lowing and finging of Anthemes. To approve my youth 
 farther,I will not-the truth is , 1am onely old in judge- 
 ment and underftanding,and he that will caper with mee 
 for atheufand Markes,let him Jend me the mony,& have 
 at him. Fortheboxe of th’eare that the Prince gave you, 
 he gave it likea rude Prince, and youtooke it like a fenfi- 
 ble Lord. Ihave checkt him for it, andthe yong Lion re- 
 pents: Marry not inafhes and facke-cloath , but in new 
 Silke,and old Sacke. 
 
 Ju5#.W cl,heaven fend the Prince a better companion. 
 
 Fal. Heaven fend the Companion a better PrincesI ca- 
 notrid my hands of him. 
 
 Jf. W cll,the King hath fever'd you and Prinée Ha. 
 ry, I heare yon are going with Lord /ohx of Lancatfter , a- 
 gainft the Archbifhop,and the Earle of Northumberland 
 
 Fal. Yes, Ithanke your pretty {weet wit for it: but 
 looke you pray , (allyou that kiffe my Ladie Peace , at 
 home)that our Armies joyn not in a hot day:for if I rake 
 but two fhirts out with me,and I meane not to {weat ex. 
 traordinarily : ifit bee a hot day , if Lbrandifhany thing |} 
 but my Bottle , would I might never {pit white againe: 
 There is not a dangerous Action can peepe out his head, 
 but Tam thruft upon ite Well, cannot lait ever, 
 
 Inf? Well,be honeftsbe honeft,and heaven bleffe your 
 Expedition. 
 
 _ Fal. Will your Lordfhip lend mee athoufand pound, 
 to furnifh me forth? 
 
 Iuft. Nota peny , not apeny: you are too impatient 
 to beare crofies. Fare you well. Cominend mee to my 
 Cofin Weftmerland. ; EY Exit. 
 
 Fal, If I do,fillop me with athree-man-Bectle. A man 
 can nomorefeparate Age and Covetonfnefle,then he can 
 part yong lithbes and,letchery : but the Gowt gallesthe |. 
 
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 one, and the pox pinches the-other ; and 
 greesprevent my curfes. Boy? 
 
 Page. Sir. tela?) 
 
 Fat. W hat mioney is in' my purfe? 
 
 Pag. Seven groats,and two pence. Pw 
 
 Falican get nd remedy againg this Confimnption of 
 the purfe. Borrowing onely lingers ,and lingersit out, 
 but the difeafe is incureable. (Go beare this: letter'tomy 
 
 ord of Lancafter,this to the Prinee, this tothe Earle of 
 
 Weftmerland , andthis to.old Miftris Vz/éla ; whomie I 
 have weekly {worne to nnarry, fince 1 perceiv’dthiefirit 
 white haire on my chins About it : you Know /where:to 
 finde ine: A pox of this Gowtjora Gowt of this Poxe: 
 forthe one or th’other playesthe rogue with my great 
 toe: It is no mattet,if I do halt;L have the warres for my 
 colour,and my Penfton fhall feeme the more reafonable: 
 Agood wit will make vfe of anything = 1 willtarne dif- 
 eafes to commodity. Exeunt, 
 
 | Seana Quarta. 
 
 The fecond 
 
 fo both the De- 
 
 Enter eArihibifhop, Haftings, Mowbray,and 
 Lord Bardulfe. 
 ry, Thus have you heard our cau fes and know our 
 And my moft noble Friends,I pray youall (Means: 
 Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes, 
 And fefi(Lord Marfhall) what fay you toit? 
 Mor. I wellailow the occafion of our Armes, 
 But gladly would be better fatisfied, 
 How(it our Meanies) we fhould.advance our felves 
 Tolooke with forehead bold and big enough» 
 Vpon the Powerand pitiflance of theKinge 
 Haft. Our prefent Mufters grow upon the File 
 To fiveandtwenty thoufand men of choice: 5 
 And our Suppliesjlive largely inthe hope 
 Of great Northumberland,whofe bofome burne 
 With an incenfed Fire of Injuries. 
 
 L.Bar, The queftion then( Lord Haffings)ftandeth thus 
 
 Whether our prefent five and twefity thoufand: 
 May hold-up-head,withoue Northumberland: |. 
 Haft. With him,we may - 
 L. Bar. I marty,there’s the point: 
 But if withont him we be thought too feeble, 
 My judgement is,we thould not ftép too farre 
 Till we had his Affiftance by the hand. 
 Forina Theamefobloody fac’d,as this, 
 Conjecture, Expectation and Surmife 
 Of Aydes incertaine,fhould not be admitted. 
 Arch.’ Tis very true Lord Bardelfe;for indeed 
 It was yong Hot/pwrres cafe, at Shrewsbury. 
 
 L. Bar.Jt was(my Lord) who lin’d himfelfe wich hope, 
 Eating the ayre,on promife of Supply, ' 
 Flatt’ring himfelfe with Project of a power, 
 
 Much fmaller,then the {malieft of his Thoughts, 
 And fo with great imagination ~ 
 _ | (Proper to mad men)led his Powers to death, 
 And( winking )leap’d into deftruttion. 
 Haft. But(by your leave) it never yet did hurt, 
 | To lay downe likely-hoods,and formes of hope. 
 L. Bar. Yes, if this prefent quality of warre, 
 
 Indéed the inftant action:a caufe on foot, 
 | Lives fo. in hope: As in an carly Spring, 
 | Wefee th’appcaring buds, whichto prove fruite, 
 Hope gives not fo much warrant,as Defpaire 
 
 That Frofts will bicethe n. When we meane to build, 
 \ We firftfurvey the Plot, thendraw the Modell, 
 
 | 
 | 
 
 | The Common. wealth is ficke of their owne Choice, 
 
 Part of King Henry theFourth. 
 
 And when we fee thefigure of the houfe, 
 
 Then mutt we rate the coft of the Erection, 
 
 Which if we finde out-weighes Ability, 
 
 What do wethen,but draw anew the Modell 
 
 TIn.fewer offices? Or at leaft, defift We a 
 
 To builde atall Much more, inthis great worke, "| 
 
 (Which is (almoft) to pluckea Kingdome downe, 
 
 And fet another'up)fhould:we furvey L mag 
 
 The plotof Situation,and the Modell, tuo auby 
 
 Content nponya dure Foundation; i af 
 
 Queftion Surveyors, know our owne eftate,: 
 
 How: able fucha W orke to undergo, 
 
 To weigh againit his Oppofite? Or elfe, 
 
 W e fortifie in Paper,and in Figures, 
 
 V fing the Names of men, inftead of men: 
 
 Like one, that drawes the Modell ofahoufes.. 9} 
 
 Beyond his power tobnilde it ; Wwho(halfethrough) | 
 
 Giveso’re,and leaves his part-created Colt a 
 
 Anaked fubjea@ to the Weeping Clouds, 
 
 And watte , for-churlifh Winters tyranny. bY 
 Haft. Grant that our hopes(yet likely of fatrebirth)> | 
 
 Should be {till-borne : and that-we now poflel} 9 | 
 
 The utmoft man of expectation: ] Ee ah! 
 
 I thinke we are a Body ftrongenongh ph OLE 
 
 (Evenas weare)to equall with the King. we 
 
 ne 
 
 L, Bar.W hat is the King but five & twenty thonfand? > - 
 
 Haft. Tous no moremay not fo much Lord Bardo | 
 For his divifions(as the Times‘do braul) <4 
 Areinthree Heads:one Power againft the Frenchy) 
 And one againft Glendower : Pci force a third iN 
 Mult take up us:So is the unfirme King Soi 
 In three divided:and his Coffersfound 
 With hollow Poverty ,and Empthnedfe. ARe sie 
 
 4r.That he fhould draw his feverall ftrengths together 
 And come againttus in fall puiffance, Jy 
 Need not be dreaded. 2 
 
 _ Haft. fhe fhould dofo, Tp ieee 
 He leaves his backe unarm’d;the French,and Welch” * 
 Baying him at the heeles:never feare thats. 9 
 
 L. Bar. Who is it like thould lead his Forces ‘hither? 
 
 Haft. The Duke of Lancafter, and Weftmerlands — 
 Again{t the Welfh himlelfe,and Harry Monmonthe 
 But whois fubftituted"gainft the French, © = 
 I haveno certaine notice. ? 
 
 ech. Letus on: 
 
 And publith the occafion of our Armes. 
 
 ws 
 
 Their over-greedy love hath furfetted: 
 
 An habitation giddy, and unfure : 
 
 Hath hethat buildeth on the vulgar heart. 
 
 O thou fond Many,with what loud applaufe) 5 | 
 Did'ft thou beate heaven with bleffin  Bullingbrooke, | 
 Before he was,what thou would’{t have him beef 
 And being now trimm’d up in thine owne defiresy > | 
 Thou(beaitly Feeder art fo tuil of him, ata! 
 That thou prouok’ft thy felfeto catthimnp. © | 
 So,fo,(thou common Dogge)did’ft thou difgorge 
 Thy glutton-bofome'of the Royall’ Richard, 
 And now thou would’ it eate thy dead’ vomit up, 
 And how!'ftto findeit. What truftisinthefe Times? 
 They,that when Riehardliv’d, would have him dye, 
 Are now become enamour’d on his grave. Tosi 
 Thou that threw’ft du@ upon his'goodly head 
 Whenthrough proud London he came fighing on, 
 After th'admired heeles of Bullmgbrooke, © 4 
 Cri ft now, O Earth, yeeld usthat King againe, — Ea 
 
2 And take thou this( Q thoughts of men accurs’d) 
 “«Paft, and to come,feemes beft ; things Prefent zvorft. 
 
 Mow. Shall we go draw our numbers, and fet on? , 
 
 Haft. We are Times fubjetts,and Time bids,be gon. 
 
 | Aétus Secundis.Sccena Prima, 
 
 Enter Hoffelfe, with we Officers, Fang, and Snare, 
 _ Hofteffe, Mr. Pegaer youentredthe Action? 
 Fang, Itis enter d-. (3 
 Hof, Where's your Yeoman? Is ita luftly yeoman? 
 Willhe ftand to it? 
 Faug,Sirrha,where’s Snare? 
 Hof. 1,1,g000d M. Snare. 
 Snares Heere, heer. j e 
 Fang. Snare, we mutt Arreft Six John Falftaffe.... ; 
 Hoft. good M. Snare,I have enter’ him, and all. 
 Sa.4t may chance coft fome of usour lives:he til ftab 
 Hoft. Alasthe day : take heed of him :he ftabd me in 
 mine owne honfe, and that moft beaftly : he cares not 
 what mifcheefe he doth , if his weapon be out. He will 
 foyne like any divell, lie will {pare neither man, woman, 
 nor childe. ' 
 1 Fan. If I can clofe with him,I caré not for his thrutt. 
 | Hoff. No,nor I neither:Ilebe at your elbow. 
 | @ Fang. If] but filt him once:if he come but within my 
 | Vice. erste 
 4 Hes#. Tam undone with his going :I warrant he is an 
 | infinitive thing upon my fcore.Good M. Fang hold him 
 | fure:good M. Snare let him not {cape,he comes continu- 
 antly to PyCorner({aving your manhoods ) to buy a {ad- 
 | | dle, and hee is inditedto dinner to the Lubbars head in- 
 | Lomibardftreet to M. Smoorhes the Silkman. I pta’ye fince 
 | my Exionisenter’d,and my Cafe fo openly known to the 
 | world, let him be brought into his anfwer:A roo.Mark 
 | isalong one, fora poore lone woman to beare:& I have 
 __’ | borne,and borne,and.born¢ , and have bin fub’d off ; and 
 ; fub’d-off, from this day to thatday, that it is a fhame to 
 | berhought on. There is no honefty in fuch dealing,unles 
 _ | awoman fhould be made an Affe anda Beatt, to béare e- 
 ‘| very Knaveswrong. . Enter Falflaffeand Baraolfe. 
 Yonder he comes, and that arrant Malmefey-Nofe Bar- 
 doffe with him,Do your Osices,do your offices:M.Fang, 
 | & M. Snare,do me,do me, do me your Oices. 
 | Fa,How now? whofe Mare’sdead?what’s the matter? 
 » «| Fang. Sir Lobn,I arreft you,at the {uit of Milt. Quickly, 
 | | . Fal. Away Varlets,draw Bardolfe:Cur me offthe Vil- 
 laines head:throw the Queane in the Channel. 
 
 Wilt thou? wilt thou?thou baftardly rogue.Murder,mur- 
 
 der,O thou Hony-fuckle villaine, wilt thou kill Gods of - 
 
 | ficers,and the Kings?O thou hony-feed Rogue, thon art 
 _ fahony feed; a Man-queller, and a woman-queller. .. 
 
 _ |. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolfe. Fang. Arefcu,a refcu- 
 
 | Hoft.Good people bring a refcu. Thou wilt not?thou 
 | wilt not? Doe,doe thon Rogue:Doe thou Hempfeed. 
 
 lirjan;Ile tucke your Cataftrophe. Eater , Ch. Lwitice, 
 _ Inst. What’s the matter?Keepe the Peace here, hogs 
 
 Hoft.Good my Lord be good to mee. I befeech you 
 | fland to me. ; 
 
 Bt Dotirthis becorne your place,your time,and bufineffe? 
 _ | You thould have bene well on your way to Yorke. - 
 __| Stand from him Fellow, wherefore hang’ft upon him? 
 
 “The Jeconud Part of K ing Henry the Fourth: 
 
 | wound? And didft not thou (when the was gone downe 
 
 Hoff. Throw me inthe channell?Ule throw thee there. 
 
 _ Pag. Away you Scullion you Rampallian, you Fuftil-, 
 | Are neere at hand:The reft.the Paper telles. 
 
 | Ch.JuHow now fir Zohn? What are you brauling here? 
 
 79 
 
 Hoft. Oh my moft worfhipfull Lord,and’t pleafe your 
 Grace, I ama poore widdow of Eaftcheap , and he is ar- 
 refted at my fuit, Ch. tuft, For what fumme? 
 
 Hoft. 1t is more then for fome(my Lord )ic is, for al:al 
 T have,he hath eaten me out of houfeand Home?hee hath 
 putall my fubltance. into that fat belly of his; but I will 
 have fome of it outagaine , or J will ridethee o’ Nights, 
 likethe Mare. 
 
 ' Fal, [thinke Iam aslike to ride the Mare;if I haveany 
 vantage of ground,to get up. 
 
 Cb. luff. Bow co nes this, Sir John? Fy, what a manof 
 good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation? 
 Are younot afham’d to inforce a poore Widdowe tofo 
 rough a courfe,to come by her owne? , 
 
 Fal. W hat is the groffe fumme that I owe thee? 
 
 Hoff. Marry(if thou wer’t an honeft man )thy {elfe, & 
 the mony too. Thou didft {wearé to mee upona parcell 
 gilt Goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round 
 table,by a fea-cole fire,on W ednefday in W hitfon week, 
 when the Prince brok thy head for lik’ning him,to afin- 
 ging man of Windfor;thou did{t fweare tome then (as I 
 was wafhing thy wound)ro marry me,and make memy 
 Lady thy wite: Canft ¥ deny it?Did not goodwife Keech 
 the Butchers wife come in then,and cal me goflip Qaick- 
 4y?comming into borrow a meffe of Vinegar-telling us, 
 the hada good diflt of Prawnes:whereby } didft defire to 
 eat fome : whereby Itold thee they were ill fora greene 
 
 {taires )defire me to be no more familiar with fuch poore 
 people,faying,that ere long rhey fhould call me Madam? 
 fe did {Ly not kiffe me, and bid mee fetch thee 30. s?I 
 put;thee now to thy.Book-oath,deny it if thou canit? 
 
 Fal. My Lord,this isa poore mad foule ;: and fhe fayes 
 up & downe the town, that her eldeft fonis like you.She 
 hath bin in good cale,& the truth is,pouerty hath diftra- 
 éted her : but for thefe foolith Officers,l befeech you, I 
 may have redreffe againft them. . . 
 
 dnft. Six lobs fir Jobn,Lam well acquainted with your 
 marier of wrenching the true caule,the falfe way-Itis not 
 a confident brow, nor the throng. of wordes , that come 
 with fuch(more then impudent ){aw cines from you,can 
 thruft me from a levell confideration , I know you. ha’ 
 practis’d upon the eafie- yeelding {pirit of this woman. 
 
 Hoff. Yes in troth my Lord. 
 
 Inf}. Prethee peace:pay her the debt you owe her,and 
 unpay the villany you have done her:the one you may do 
 with fterling mony,& the other with currant repentance, } 
 
 Fal, My Lord,L will not undergo this {neape without 
 reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcines; 
 Ia man will curt’fie,and {ay nothing,he is vertuous:No, 
 my Lord(your humble duty remébred )I wil not be your 
 futor-F fay to you, ! defire deliv’rance from thefe Oxlicers 
 being upon haftly employment .in the Kings Affaires, 
 
 luft. You{peake,2s having power to do wrong: But 
 anfwer in the effect of your Reputation , and fatisfie the 
 poore woman. : 
 
 Fal. Come hither Hofteffe. Emer 1. Gower, 
 
 Ch. tuft. Now Mailter Gower; What newes? __- 
 
 : Gow.The King(my Lord) and Henry Prince of Wales 
 
 Fal, As Lama Gentleman. 
 Hoff. Nay,you faid fobefore. s,s 
 Fal.As1 ama Gentleman-Come,tio more words of it. | 
 Hoff. By this Heavenly ground I tread on, I muftbee |: 
 faineto pawne both my Plate,and the Tapiftry of my dy- | 
 
 nbers. ag 
 
80 
 
 Fal. Glaffes,glaifes,is the onely drinking : and for thy 
 wallesapretty flight Drollery , or the Story of the Pro- 
 digal,or the Germane hunting in Water worke;is worth 
 athoufand of thefe Bed-hangings , and thefe Flybitten 
 Tapiftries.Let it be ten pound (if thou cant.) Come, if it 
 were not for thy humors, there is not a better Wench in 
 England.Go,wath thy face,and draw thy Action:Come, 
 thou muft notbe in this humour with me;come,I know 
 thou was’t fet on to this. 
 
 Hoft. Prethee(Sir Zohn)let it be but twenty Nobles, I 
 am loath to pawne my Plate,in good earneft la. 
 
 Fal. Let it alone and make other fhift : you’l bea fool 
 ftill. 
 
 Hot, Well, you fhall have it although I pawne my 
 Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper : You’l pay me al- 
 together? 
 
 Fal, Will Llive ? Go with her , with her : hooke-on, 
 hooke-on. 
 
 Hoff. Will you have Doll Teave-foeet meet you atfup- 
 
 er? 
 3 Fal.No more words. Let’s have her. 
 
 Ch. Inft. I have heard bitrer newes. 
 
 Fal. What’s the newes( my good Lord?) 
 
 Cb. Taft. Where lay the King laft night? 
 
 CMef. At Bafingftoke my Lord. ; 
 
 Fal. 1 hope(my Lord ) all’s well, What is the newes 
 my Lord? 
 
 (Ch. In. Come all his Forces backe? 
 
 (Me. No:Fifteene hundred Foot, five hundred Horfe 
 Are march’d up to my Lord of of Lancafter, 
 Againft Northumberland,and the Archbifhop. 
 
 Fal, Comes the King backe from Wales,my noble L? 
 
 Ch. I#.You fhall have Letters of me prefently. 
 Come goalong with me, good M.Gowre. 
 
 Fal, My Lord. 
 
 (%. Ia. What's the matter? 
 
 Fal. Maifter Gowre , hall I entreate you with me to 
 dinner? 
 Gow.I mutt waite upon my good Lord here. 
 I thanke you,good Sir Jobn. 
 Ch. In. Sir Iobn, you loyter heere too long,being you 
 are to take Souldiers up,in Countries as you go. 
 
 Fal. Will you {up with me,Maifter pee 
 
 Ch. Iuff. What foolifh Maifter taught you thefe man- 
 ners,Sir John? 
 
 Fal.Maifter Gewre, if they become mee not, he was a 
 Foole that taught them mee. This is the right «Fencing 
 grace(my Lord) tap for tap,and fo part faire.. 
 
 C. Ju. Now the Lord lighten thee,thou art a great 
 Foole. 
 
 ee 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Enter Prince Henry, Pointx, Bardolfe, — - 
 and lage. utt 
 Prin, Truft me, Iam exceeding weary. 
 Poin. Is it come to that? I had thought weatines durit 
 not have attach’d one of fo high blood. 2 
 Prin.It doth me:though it difcolours the complexiou 
 of my Greatneffe to acknowledge it. Doth it not fhew 
 vildely in me, to defire {mall Beere? sit, 
 Poin. Why , aPrince fhould not be foloofely ftudied, 
 
 The fecond Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. 
 
 as to remember fo weake a Compofition:, 
 Prince. Belike then’, my Appetite was not Princely 
 
 got :for (in troth)t do now remember the poore Creg. | ; 
 
 ture ,Smali Beere.. But indeede thefe humble 'confidera. 
 
 tions make me out of love with my greatneffe. What q | 
 difgrace is it to-mie,to remember thy. name?Or to know 
 
 thy face to morrow ? Or totake note how many paire of 
 Silk ftockings thou haft?(Viz.thefe, and thofethat were | 
 thy peach-colour’d ones: ) Or to beare the Inventoryof | 
 thy fhirts, as one for fuperfluity,and one other,for nfe. | 
 But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes betterthen I, | ~ 
 for it is a low ebbe of Linnén with thee, when thon kee. 
 
 peft not Racket there,as thou haft not doe a'great while,| 
 
 becaufe the reft of thy Low Countries,have madéa fhift 
 to eate up thy Holland. oo Se 
 Poin. How ill it followes,after you have labour’d{o } 
 hard, you fhould tatke fo idfely?Tell me how many good | 
 yong Princes would do fo,their Pathers lying fo fickéas | 
 yours: is? i 
 Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing, Posmtz? Mares 
 Poin. Yes:and let it beanexcellent good thing; | 
 Prin. It fhall ferve among wittes of no higherbreed- | 
 ing then thine. feet 4 
 Poin, Go to : I ftand the pufh of your onething;that | 
 
 ‘| you'l tell, 
 
 Pris. Why, I tell thee, itis not mect,that Tfhoald be } 
 fad now my Father is ficke : albeit I could tellto thee(ag | 
 to oncit pleafes me,fot fault ofa better,to calmy friend) } 
 I could be fad,and fad indeed too. a Se 
 
 Poin, Very hardly,uponiucha fubject.. 95 
 
 Prin. Thou think’ft meas farre in the Divels Book,as | 
 thou,and Faéfaffe;for obduracy and perfiftency. Letthe 
 end try the man.But I tell thee,my heart bleeds inward- 
 ly,that my Father is fo fickiand keeping fuch vild com= 
 pany asthou art, hath in reafon taken from me, all often. ' 
 tation of forrow. at 
 
 Poin, The reafon? 1 Oh Sen 
 
 Pr. What would ft thou think of me,if I fhould weep? 
 
 Poin. | Would think th€a molt Princely hypocrites | —? 
 
 Prin. Ic would be every mans thought : and thowart 
 a blefled Fellow , to thinke as every man thinkes:never 4 
 mans thoughtin the world,:keepes the Rode-way better 
 then thine: every man would think me an Hypocrite i 
 deede. And what accites your moft qworthiseal thoug’ 
 tothinke for Wet 
 Poin. Why,becaufe you have beene folewde, and fo| — 
 much ingraffed to Falfaffe. Ms ge 
 Brin. Andto thee. ; fede 
 Pointz. Nay, | am well fpoken of ,1'can heareit with | 
 mine own eares:the worft that they can fay of meis,that | 
 
 Iam afecond Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of 
 
 my hands:and thofe two things I confetfe I cannot helpe- i J es 
 
 Looke,looke,here comes Baldolfe. ake a 
 Prince. And the Boy that l gave Falftaffe , he had hia) 
 
 from me Chriftian, and fee if the fat villain have mot | 
 
 trans form’d him Ape. Siege 
 
 Enter Bardolfe. 
 - Bar. Save your Grace. 138 
 Prin, And yours,moft Noble Bardalft, = 
 Poin. Come you pernitious Affe , you bafhful Foole, | 
 muift you be blufhing? Wherefore blufh you now? what | 
 a Maidenly man at Armes are yon become ? Isit fuch@ 
 matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head? sims 
 Page«He call’d me even now (my Lord)t srough arred 
 Lattice,and I could difcerne no part of his face fromthe 
 
 window: | 
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 He was the Marke,and Glafle,Coppy,and Booke, 
 That fafhion’d others. And him, O wondrousthim, 
 | O Miracle of Men!Him did you leave 
 (Second to none) un-feconded by you,. 
 j To lookeupon the hideous god of Warre, 
 In dif-advantage,to abide a field, =" 
 | Where nothing but the found of Hot/pars Name 
 Did {ceme defenfible ; fo yeu left him. 
 Never,O never doe his Ghoft the wrong, 
 To hold your Honor more precife and nice 
 With others,then with him. Let them alone: 
 The Marfhall and the Arch-bifhop are ftrong- 
 Had my fweet Harry had but halte their Numbers, 
 Today might I ( hanging on Het/pnrs Necke) 
 Have talk’d of CAommonth’s Grave. 
 North, Befhrew your heart, : 
 (Faire Daughter )you doe draw my Eh from me; 
 With new lamenting ancient Over-fights. 
 But I muft goe, and meet with Danger there. 
 Orit will feeke me in another places 
 And finde me worfe provided. 
 wife. O flye to Scotland, 
 Till that the Nobles,and the armed Commons, 
 Have of their Puiffance made a litle tafte. : 
 Lady. If they get round, and vantage of the King, 
 Thenjoyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele, 
 To make Strength ftronger. But,for all our loves, 
 Firft let them tryethemfelyes. So did your Sonne, 
 | He was fo fuffer'd;fo camel a Widow: 
 | And never fhall havelength of Life enough, 
 Toraineupon Remembrance with mine Byes, 
 That it may grow,and {prowt,as high as Heavet), 
 For Recordation to my Noble Husband. 
 » Nor. Come;come,goin with me:'tis with my Minde 
 As with theTyde,fwell'd'up unto his height, 
 That makes a ftill-ftand,running neither way. 
 Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bifhop,’ 
 But many thoufand Reafens hold me backe. 
 1 will refolve for Scorland:there am J, 
 
 Till Time and Vantage crave my company.  E.xeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta 
 
 Ss ae 
 
 Enter tro Drawerss 
 
 ke Drawer.’ What haftthou brought there ? Apple- 
 
 Tohns? Thou Know’ ft Sir /ebs cannot. endure an Apple- 
 Tohn. ’ 
 
 2. Draw. Thou fay'ft true : the Prince once {et,a Dith 
 of Apple-Iohns before him,and told him there werefive 
 more Sir Jobns : and, putting off his Hat,laid, I will now 
 take my leave of thefe fixe drie , round., old-withen’d 
 Knights. Ie anger'd him to the heart : but hee hath for- 
 got that. : 
 
 1. Draw. Why then cover,and fet them downe : and 
 fee if thou canft finde out Sneakes Noyfe; Miltris Teare- 
 (bees would faine have fome Mufique. 
 
 2. Draw. Sirrha, heere will be the Prince,and Maifter 
 
 : Points, anon :and_ they will put on two of our Ierkins, 
 and Aprons, and Sir Lohbamutt not know of it ; Bardolph 
 hath brought word. _ 
 
 1- ‘Draw. Then here will be old Ves: it wilkbe an 
 excellentflratagem. « 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 2, Draw, Ue fee if I can finde! out Sueake. Exi¢, | 
 
 Enter Hofteffe,and Dil. 
 
 Hoff, Sweet-heart , me thinkes now you are in an exs 
 cellent good temperality : your Pulfidge beates as extra- 
 ordinarily , as heart would defire;and your Colour (I 
 warrant you) is asredas any Rofe: But you have drunk | 
 too. much Canaries; and that’s a marvellous fearching 
 Wine ; and it perfurnes the blood; ere we can fay what's 
 this. How doe you now? ts 
 
 Dol. Betterthen I was:Hem.. 
 
 Hoeft. Why that was well faid: A good heatt’s worth 
 Gold. Looke, here comes Sis /ehm. Te 
 
 Enter Falftaffe. 
 Falft.when etrthur firftin Court-s(empty eb i " : 
 
 and was a worthy King: How now Miftris Dol. 
 Hoff. Sick of a Calme:yea,good-footh. 
 
 Fal. So isall her Set : if they bee once in aCalme, » © 
 
 they are fick. srt @Na : 
 ‘Dol. You muddy Raf{call , is that all the Comfort you 
 give me? its 
 Fal. Youmake fat Rafcalls,Miftris Do, 
 Dol. I make them?Gluttonyand Difeafésmakéthem, | 
 I make them not. . ' ee 
 _ Fal. If the Cooke make the Gluttony , youhelpeto 
 make the Difeafes( De/) we catch of you(Dor) we catch 
 of you:Grant that , my poore Vertue, grant that. 
 Dol. 1 marry,our Chaynes,and our Tewels. 
 
 Z Fait. Your Brooches ,Pearleé, and Owches : Forto a | 
 
 ferve bravely, is to come halting off : you know,tocome | 
 off the Breach,with his Pike bent bravely, and to Surge-| 
 ty bravelie ; to venture upon the charg'd=Chambers | 
 bravely. 
 
 Heft. Why this isthe olde fathion : youtwonever | 
 
 meete , but you fall to fome difcord : you ar¢both (in | E 
 good troth y as Rheurmatike as two dtie Foftes, you} | 
 
 cannot one beare with anothers Confirmities, What} 7“ 
 
 the good-yere 2 One muft beare , and that mut bee you: | 
 
 | you are the weaker Veffell , as they fay , the emptier 
 
 Veffell. ae 
 Dol, Can aweake emptie Veffelfbeare fucha huge | 
 fnll Hogs- head ? There’s awhole Marchants Venture | — 
 of Burdeux - Stuffe in'hiny: you have not feenea Hulke } 
 better ftufft inthe Hold. Come,llebe friends with thee |) 
 Jacke : Thou art going tothe Warres, and whetherI | — 
 
 fhall ever {ee thee againe, or no, there is no body 
 cares. by 
 
 Enter Drawer. 
 
 Draw. Sir, Ancient Péfoll is below, and would fpeake 
 with you. 
 
 Dol. Hang him , fwaggering Rafcall, let him not | 
 
 land. Te 
 Hof. 1 hee (wager, let him not come here Emuft | 
 liveamongft my Neighbors , He no Swaggerers : Tam | 
 in goodname,, and fame, with the very beft: fhut the} ) 
 doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere :Thave not | — 
 liv’d all this while , to have fwaggering now : shut the 
 doore, I pray you. ee ae 
 Fal. Do ft thou heare, Hofteffe? bei 
 Hoft.’Pray you pacifie yout felf(Sir Jobn)there comes | 
 no,Swaggerers heere» QNe an 
 sieces  FaDot} 
 
 come hither : it isthe foule-mouth’dit Rogue in Eng} 4 L 
 
« sFalf, Do't thowheare?it is mine Ancient... . 
 
 Hof. Tilly-fally(Sir /0b»)never tell me , your ancient 
 Swaggerer comes not inmy doores.I.was before Matter 
 Tifickthe Deputy , tlic other dayzand as hee faidto mee, 
 _it was no longer agoe then Wednefday laft : Neighbour 
 Quickly {ayes hce;)Mailter Dombe,our Minifter, was by 
 then : Neighbour Pwickiy({ayes hee, ). receivethofe that 
 are Civill ; for(fayth, lice ) you are in an ill, Names now 
 hee faid fo, I can tell whereupon : for(fayes hee )youare 
 an honeft Woman,and well, thought on; therefore take 
 heede what Guefts you receive : Receive(iayes hee)no 
 {waggering Companions. There comes none heere, You 
 would Bleffe you to heare what hee faid. No, He no 
 Swaggerers., f at Y ak 
 
 ” Falf.Hee’s no Swaggerer (Hofteffe: )a tame. Cheater, 
 heeyou. may {troake him as gently , ‘as a Pappy Grey- 
 hound :,hee will nog fiwagger witha Barbary Henne, if 
 her feathers turne backe in any :fhew. of refittance., Call 
 | him up(Drawer.) Dera na 
 
 | Hoft. Cheater, call you him? 1 will barre no honeft 
 
 | fan my haufe, nor no Cheater . but I donot love {wag- 
 gering ; 1am the worfe when one fayes , fwagger : Feele 
 Maifters, how I thake; looke you,I warrant you. 
 
 Dol. So you doe, Hofteffe. 
 
 Hoft;Doe I ? yea, in very truth doe I, if ic were an AL 
 pen Leafe:I cannot abide Swaggerers. 
 
 izi3° Ener Piftol,and Bardolph and bis Boy. 
 Pist. Save you,Sir John. . ; 
 
 |. Pal. Welcome Ancient Piftol. Here( Piffo/)I charge 
 yon witb a Cup of Sacke ; do you difcharge upon mine 
 oltefle, 
 
 =e. a ee, 
 
 | Fé. Lowill difcharge, upon her.( Sir John ) with two 
 \ 1 Bullets. — 
 
 Fal. She is Pifioll-proofe (Sir) you thall hardly of- 
 fend her. 
 _ Hoff, Come, Ile drinkeno Proofes,nor no Bullets : 1 
 wl drinke nomore then will doe me good, forno mans 
 pleafure, I. 
  Pift. Then toyou ( Miftris Dorothie ) I will charge 
 ou. i 
 Dol. Charge me? I {corne you (fcuruy Companion) 
 at ? you'poore, bafe,rafcally, cheating; lackesLinnen- 
 
 wh 
 if * 
 Mate away you mouldy Rogue, away., lam meat for 
 
 = 
 seu 
 
 your Mafter. 
 
 _ Pift. Lknow you, Miftris Dorothy. 
 
 ~ | Dol. Away you Cut-purfe Rafcall, you filthy Bung, 
 
 i | away:By this’ Wine, Ile thruft say Knife in your mouldy 
 
 | | Chappes, if you play the fawcy Cuttle with me. Away 
 
 you Bottle-Ale Rafcall, you Basket-hile ftale Iugler, you. 
 
 {Since when, I pray you, Sir ? what, with two Pointson 
 
 {| your fhoulder ? much. 
 
 Piff, 1 will murther your Ruffe, for this. 
 
 " Hoff, No , good Captaine Psfol : not heere, fweete 
 
 ine, 
 
 x a Oal Captaine ¢ thou abhominable damn’d Cheater, 
 
 art thou not afham’d to be call’d Captaine ? If Captaines 
 
 "| Were of my minde,they would trunchion you out, for ta- 
 _ | king their Names upon you, before you have earn’d thé; 
 
 | You a Captaine?you Slave, for what? for tearing a poore 
 
 Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-honfe?Hee a Captaine ? hang 
 
 him Rogue, hee lives upon mouldy ftew’ d-Pruines , and 
 
 dry’de Cakes. A Captaine ? Thefe Villaines will.make 
 
 _ | the word Captaine odious : Therefore Captaines had 
 | needelooke to it. * 
 
 “so 4 
 
 ~ Lhe -fecond Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. 
 
 | words. 
 
 - how thou {weat’ft? Come, letme wipethy FacerxCome | 
 
 : 3; 
 
 Bard, Pray thee go downe,good Ancient. 
 
 Falft. Hearke thee hither, Miftris Dol... .. 
 
 Tift, Not 1iltellthee what , Corporall 
 could teare her: Ile be reveng’d on her. 
 
 Page. ’Pray thee goe downe- . 
 
 Pit. Tie fee her damn’d firft ;,to Plato's damn’d Lake, 
 to the Infernall Deepe,where Erebus and Tortures. vilde 
 alfo. Hold Hooke and Line , fay 1: Downe : downe 
 Dogges,downe Fates:have wee not Hiren here? 
 
 fff. Good Captaine Pecfeibe quiet, it is very late: { 
 I befeeke younow, aggravate your Choler: 
 
 Txt. Thefebe good Humors indeede.. Shall Packe- 
 Horfes;and hollow-pamper’d lades of Afia, which can- 
 not goc but thirty milesa day, compare with Céefar,and 
 with Caniballs,and Trojan Greekes?nay ; rather damne 
 them with King Cerberus , and Jet the Welkin roare: {hal 
 wee fall foule for Toyes?... ; 
 
 Hot... By my woth Captaine, thefeare very bitter 
 
 Bardaph, 1 
 
 Bard. Be gone, good. Ancient : this will grow toa 
 Brawle anon. 
 
 Pi? Die men,like Dogges;give Crownes like Pinnes: 
 Have wee not Hire here? 
 
 Hoft, On my word( Captaine) there's none fach ‘here. 
 What the good-yere; doe youthinke I would denice her? 
 I pray be quiet. . . 
 
 Pit. Then feed,and be fat(my faire Calipalis.) Come, 
 give me fome Sack, Si fortune me sormente, (perato me con- 
 tente. Feare weebroad-fides? No , let the Fiend give fire: 
 Give me fome Sacke: and Sweet-heart lye thou there: 
 Come wee to full Points: here; and are e-cetera’s no» 
 thing? . 
 
 Fal. Piftel, would be quiets 
 
 Pf. Sweet Knight, kifle thy Neaffe:w hat ? wee have 
 feene the feven Starres. : 
 
 Dot, Thrufthim downe flayres, I cannotendure fuch 
 a Fuftian Rafcall. >: . si 
 
 Pift. Thrutt him downe ftayres?know we not Gallo- 
 way Nagges? 
 
 Fal. Quoit hitn downe ( Bardolh) like a fhove-groat 
 fhilling : nay,if hee doe nothing but fpeake nothing,hee 
 fhall be nothing here. 
 
 Baed. Come, getyou downe ftayres. 
 
 Piff. What ? fhall wee have Incifion? thall wee em- 
 brew? then Death rocke me afleepe, abridge my doleful. 
 dayes : why then let grievous,ga{tly, gaping Wounds, 
 untwindd the Sifters three:Come e4#repes,l fay. Fe 
 
 Hoft.Heere’s good ftuffe toward. 
 
 Fal. Give me my Rapier, Boy. 
 
 Dol. I prethee /acke,I prethee doe not draw. 
 
 Fal. Get you downe ftayres. 
 
 Hoft. Here's agoodly tumult: Ue forfweare Keeping 
 houfe,before Ile be in thefe tirrits and frights.So = Mur- 
 ther I watrant now. Alas, alas putup your naked Wea- 
 pons,put up your naked Weapons. 4 
 
 Del, iprethee Jack be’ quiet , the Rafcall is gone: ahi,” 
 you whorfon littie valiant Villaine,you: 
 
 Hof. Are you not hurt i’th’Groyae ? me thought hee 
 made a fhrewd Thruft at your Belly. rane 
 
 Fal. Have you turn’d him out of doores? ‘iwod # 
 
 Bard. Yes Sir the Rafcall’s drunke:you have’hurt him 
 (Sir)in the fhoulder- 
 
 Fal. A Rafcall to brave me. 
 
 Dol. Ah,you {weet little Rogue, youzalas poore Ape, 
 
 on, you whorfon Chops: Ah Rogue, I love thee: Thon 
 oe art |. 
 
nar LH a 
 
 ‘ 
 
 The fecond Partof King Henry the Fourth. a 
 
 art as valorous as Heitor of Troy,worth five of Agamsem- 
 non; and tenne times better then the nine Worthies : ah 
 Villaine. 
 
 Fal. A rafcally Slave, 
 ar Doe, if thou dar’ft for thy heart : if thou doo’ft, 
 Tetanvas thee betweenic a paire of Shectese 
 
 I willtoffe the Rogue ina Blan- 
 
 Enter Mufique. 
 
 Pag. The Mufiqueis Some Sit, 2) LORRI, 2 Ses 
 
 Fal. Let them play ; play Sirs. Sit on my Knee, Dol. 
 A Ratcall, bragging Slave : the Rogue fled from melike 
 Quick-filver. 
 
 Dol, And thou followd’ft him likea Church : thou 
 whorfon little tydie Bartholmew Bore-pigge,when wilt 
 thou leave fighting on dayes,and foyning on nights’, and 
 begin to patch up thine old Body for Heaven? 
 
 Enter the Prince and Poines disgnis'd. 
 
 Fal, Peace ( good Dol) doe not fpeake like a Deaths- 
 head : doenot bid me remember mine end. 
 
 Dol. Sierha, what humor is the Prince of? AoE 
 
 - Fal. A good fhallow young fellow : hee would have 
 
 | made a good Pantler , hec would have chipp’d Bread 
 
 well. pee, 
 
 Dol. They fay Poines hatha'good Wit. . avig 
 
 Fat. Hee a good Wit? hang him Baboone, his Witis 
 asthickeas Tewksbury Muftard : there is nomore con- 
 ceitinhim,thenisinaMallete . 
 
 Dol. Why doth the Prince lovehim fothen? —. 
 
 Fal. Becaufe their Legges are both of abigneffe and | 
 hee playes at Quoits well,and eates Conger and Fennell, 
 and drinkes off Candles ends for Flap-dragons;and rides 
 the wild-Mare with the Boyes, and jumpes upon Joyn’d- 
 {tooles , and {weares with a good grace, and weares his 
 Boot very fmooth, like unto the Signe of the Legge; and 
 breedes no bate with telling of difcreeteftories: and {uch 
 other Gamboll faculties hee hath, that fhewa weake 
 Mindejandan able Body, for the which the Prince admits 
 him; for the Prince himfelfe is fuch another:the weight 
 ofan hayre will turne the Scales betweene their Aaber- 
 denpois. 
 
 Prince. Would not this 
 Bares cut offe 
 © Poind.ct us beate him before his Whore. 
 
 Prin. Looke , if the wither’d Elder hath not his Poll 
 claw’ dlikea Parrot. 
 
 Poin. Isitnot frange,that Delire fhould fo many 
 yeeres out-live performance? 
 
 Fal. Kiffe me Dol. 
 
 Prince. Saturne and Venus this yeere in Conjunction? 
 What fayesthe Almanackto that? 
 Poin. And looke whether the fiery 7? rigon , his Man, 
 
 Nave of a Wheele have his 
 
 be not lifping to his Maifters old Tables,his Note-Book, |: 
 
 his Councell-keeper? 
 
 Fal. Thou do'ft give me flatt’ring Buffes. 
 _ Dol. Nay truely 1 kiflethee wit amoft conftant 
 
 heart. 
 ‘Fal. Lamold,t amold. 
 
 é 
 
 '  Dob.love thee better,then J love erea fcurvyjyoung 
 Boy of them all. ree 
 Fal, What Stuffe wilt thou have a Kirtle of ? I fhall 
 receive Money on Thurfday : thou fhalt havea Cappe 
 to morrow. A merry Song , come ; it growes late, 
 
 \ of thine : what} are you come from Wales? 
 
 wee willto to Bed. Thou wilt forget me, whenlam 
 “Boner : 8 
 
 Dol. Thou wilt fet mea weepitig , if thou fay’ for | 
 
 prove that everI drefle my felte handfome , tillthy re. 
 turne : well,hearken the end. i 2ew a 
 Fal. Some Sack, Francis. 
 Prin. Poin. Anon,anon,Sir- 
 
 . Fal. Ha? aBaftard Sonne of the Kings ? And art not | 
 
 thou Pomes,his Brother? JANT Us 
 _ Pria. Why thou Globe of finfull Continents , 
 a Life do ft thou lead? 
 Fal. A better then thou 
 a Drawer. ; 
 Prin. Very true , Sir : and I cometo draw youout by } 
 the Eares. ge 
 - Hoff. Oh, the Lord preferve thy good Grace: Wel- 
 come to London. ‘New Heaven blefle that fweet Face | 
 mee ey 
 Fal. Thou whorfon made Compound of Majefty ¢by | 
 
 what | 
 
 ’ , 
 
 : Tam a Gentleman,thou art | 
 
 | this light Fleth, and corrupt Blood,thou art welcome. 
 
 Dol. Aow?you fat Foole; 1 {corne you. st 
 
 Poin. My Lord, hee will drive'y ou out of your te q 4 
 venge,and turne all toa merryment, ifyoutakenot the | 
 
 heat. 
 
 you {peake of me even now,before this honeft,vertuous | 
 civilGentlewoman? 
 
 my troth. 3 
 Fal. Didft thou heare me? ‘ 
 
 Prince. Yes: and you knew me,as yon did when you | _ 
 
 ranne away by Gads-hill : you knew I wasat your back 
 and {poke it on parpofé,to try my patience. 
 
 Fal. No,no , no: not fo : I did not thinke 
 within hearing. 
 
 bufe,and then I know how to handle you. 
 Fal No abufe( Hal!) on mine Honer,no abufe, 
 
 Prince. Notto difprayfe me?and call me Pantler, and - 
 
 Bread-chopper,and I know not what? 
 Fat, Noabufe( Hal.) 
 Poin. No abult? 
 
 Fal.No abufe (edn the World shonet Nedune A. 
 
 I difprays’d him before the Wicked , thatthe Wicked 
 
 might not fall in love with him : In which doing,T have | _ q 
 
 done the part of a carefull Friend, anda true SubjeGt,and | 
 thy Father is to giveme thankes for it. Noabufe(Hal:) | 
 
 nene( A ed) none;no Boyes,none. 
 Prince. See now whether pure Feare,and entire Cow- | 
 
 ardife,doth not make thee wrong this vertuousGentle- | _ 
 womnan,to clofe with us?Is thee of the Wicked@Isthine} 
 
 Hofteffe heere , of the Wicked ? Or isthe Boy of the} 
 
 Wickd? Or honeft Bardo/ph(whofe Zeale burnesin his a 
 
 Nofe)of the Wicked? 
 Poin. An{were thou dead Elme, anfwere. 
 Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecove- 
 
 rable, and his Face is Lucifers Privy-Kitchin , where hee | e | 
 doth nothing but roft Mault - Wormes : for the Boy, | 4 
 there isa goood Angellabout him’, but the Devill out=| 
 
 bids him too. 
 Prin, For the Women? 
 
 ' Faf. For one of them , thee is in Hell already , and | E 
 burnes poore Soules : for the other , 1 owe her MO-| 
 damn’d for that , I know | 
 
 ney ; and whether fhee bee 
 not. 
 
 % 
 _ Hoft.No,I warrant you. 
 
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 thou watt | 
 
 Prin. \ {hall drive you then to con feffe the wilful 2- { | 
 
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 D 
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 Prin. You whor{on Candle-myne you, how vildly did : 4 
 
 Hoff. *Bleffing on your good heart , and fo thee is by { 
 
 4 
 ei | 
 
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 a 
 mii 
 
The ficond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 85 
 
 Pal.No, I thinke thou art not : I thinke thou art quit 
 for that. Marry,there is another Indictement upon thee, 
 for fuffering flefh to bee eaten inthy houfe, contrary to 
 the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle. . 
 
 Ho. All Victuallers do fo : What isa loynt of Mut- 
 
 tov,or two,ina whole Lent? 
 
 Prince. ¥ ou,;Gentlewoman. 
 
 Dot. What fayes your Grace? 
 
 Falft. Wis Grace {ayes that , which his flefh sebells a- 
 gaintt. 
 Hoff. Who knocks {o lowd at doore ? Looke tothe 
 doorethere , Francis? 
 
 Entar Peto... 
 
 Priz, Peto, how now? what newes? 
 
 Peto. The King, your Father,is at Weftmintter, 
 And thereare twenty weake and wearied Pottes, 
 Come from the North:and as I camealong, 
 
 I met, and over-tooke adozen Captaines, 
 Bare-headed,{weating,knocking atthe Tavernes, 
 
 | Andaskingevery one for Sir John Falfaffe. 
 
 3 | Falfeffe,good night: 
 
 : burft-Well({weete Jacke ) havea careof thy felfe. 
 
 Prin. By Heaven( Poines)I fecle me much to blame, 
 So idly to prophane the precious time, 
 When Tempeft of Commotion, like the South, 
 Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt, 
 And drop upen our bare vnarmed heads. 
 Give me my Sword, aid Cloake: : 
 sil Tx, 
 
 Falf. Now comes in the {weeteft Morfell of the 
 night, and wee mutt hence , and leayeit unpickt. More 
 knocking at the doore ? How now what's the mat- 
 ter? 
 
 Bard. You mutt away to Court, Sir,prefently,. 
 
 Adozen Captaines {tay at deore for you. 
 
 Faif. Pay the Mulitians, Sirrha : farewell Hofteffe, 
 farewell Do/. You fee(my good. Wenches ) how men of 
 Merit are fought after:the undeferver may fleepe, when 
 the man of Actionis call’d on.Farewell good Wenches: 
 if I be not fent away pofte , I will fee you againe , ere I 
 
 | Boe. 
 
 Dol. I cannot fpeake : if my heart bee not readyto 
 
 b Falf. Farewell,farewell « Exit. 
 i = |< ‘Hof. Weil , farethee welt: I have knowne theethefe 
 i | twenty nine yecres, come Pefcod-time’: but an honefter; 
 ji | and truer-hearted man-Well, fare thee well. — 
 
 F » Bard. Miftris Teare-/beet. 
 ait) | Hof. What’s the matter? 
 we | Bard, Bid MiftrisTeare-theet come to my Mafter. 
 Wi | Aoff. Ohrunne Dol,runne : runne,good Dol. 
 ome eect Exeunt. 
 ot $ 
 sinh 
 (eee 
 |. Adlus Tertius. Scena Prima, 
 TG OP i or Kaserehe King’; with a Page. 
 
 ¥ | And well confider of them ; make good {peed. 
 
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 » King: Goe, call the Bales of Surrey,and of Warwick: 
 they dome, bid them ore-reade thefe ge 
 
 How many thonfand of my pooreft Subjects 
 
 Areat this howre afleepe? O Sleepe ; O gentle Sleepe; 
 Natures foft Nurfe,how have I frighted thee; 
 
 That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe, 
 And f{teepe my Sencesin Forgetfulneffe? 
 
 Why rather(Sleepe) lyeftthou in fmoaky Cribs, 
 Vpon uneafie Pallads ftretching thee, 
 
 And huifht with buffing Night, flyes tothy flumber, 
 Then inthe perfum’d Chambers of the Great? 
 Vnder the Canopies of coftly State, 
 
 And lull’d withtounds of fweeteft Melody? 
 
 O thou dull god, why lyeft thou with the vilde, 
 
 In loathfome Beds, and leav’ft the Kingly Conch, 
 A watch-cafe,or a common Larum-Bell? 
 
 Wilt thou, uponthe high and giddy Maft, 
 
 Seale up the Ship-boyes Eyes,and rock his Braines, 
 In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge, 
 
 And in the vifitation of the Windes, 
 
 Who take the Ruifian Billowes by the top, 
 Curling their monftrous beads,and hanging them 
 With deaff*ning Clamors in the flipp’ry Clouds, 
 That with the hurley, Death it felfe awakes? 
 
 Cantt thou(O partiall Sleepe give thy Repofe 
 Torhe wet Sea-Boy in an houre fo rude: 
 
 And in the calmeft, and moft ftilleft Night, 
 
 With all appliances, and meanes to boote, 
 
 Deny it to a King? Then happy Lowe,lye downe; 
 Vneafie lyes the Head, that weares a Crownes 
 
 Eater Warwicke and Surrey. 
 
 War. Many good-morrowes to your Majefty « 
 King. Is it good-morrow,Lords? \ 
 War.’ Tis One a Clock,and palt. 
 King. Why then good-morrow to you all(my Lords:) 
 Have you read o’re the Lettersthat I {ent you? 
 UVar. We have(my Liege.) sf 
 King. Then you perceive the Body of our Kingdome, 
 How foule it is : what ranke Difeales grow, 
 And with what danger,neere the Heart of it? 
 P¥ar. \t is butas a Body,yet deperd, 
 Whichto his former ftrength may be reftor’d, 
 With good advice,and little Medicine: 
 My Lord Worthumberland will foone be cool’d. 
 King.Oh Heauen,that one might reac the Book of Fate, 
 And fee the revolution of the Times 
 Make Mountaines levell, and the Continent 
 (Weary of folide firmenefle)melc it lelfe 
 Into the Sea:and other Times,to fee 
 The beachy Girdle of the Ocean 
 Too wide for Neptunes hippes;show Chances mocks 
 And Changes fillthe Cuppe of Alteration 
 With divers Liquors. ’ fis not tenne yeeres gone, 
 Since Richard,and Northumberland,oreat friends, 
 Did feaft together ; and in two yeeres after, 
 Were they at Warres. It is but eight yeeres fince, 
 This Perese was the man,neereft my Soule; 
 Wholikea Brother,toyi’d in my Affaires, 
 And layd his Love and Life under my foot: 
 Yea,for my fake, éven tothe eyes of Richard 
 Gave him defiance. But which of you was by 
 (You Confin Nevil,as I may remember) ‘ 
 When Richard, with his Bye,brim-full of Teares; 
 (Then check’d,and rated by ACorthwmsberland) 
 Did fpeake thefe words(now prov’d a Prophecie:) 
 N orthumberland,thou Ladder,by thewhich’ 
 
The fecond Part of King Henry thePourth. 
 
 My Contin Buttingbrooke afcendsmy Throne: 
 (Though then, Heaven knowes,] had no fuch intent, 
 But that neceffity fo bow’dthe State, - 
 That I and Greatnefle were compell’d to kiffe:) 
 The Time fhall come(thus did hee follow it) 
 The Time will come,that foule Sinne gathering head, 
 Shall breake into Corruption : fo went on, 
 Fore-telling this fame Times Condition, 
 And the divifion of our Amitie. 
 
 War. There isa Hiftory in all mens Lives, 
 Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd: 
 The which obferv’d,a man may prophecie 
 Witha neere aime, of the maine chance of things, 
 As yet not come to Life, which in their Seeds 
 And weake beginnings lye entreafured: : 
 Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time; 
 And by the neceflary forme of this, 
 King Richard might create a perfect gueffe, 
 That great Nerthumberland, then faite to him, 
 Would of that Seed,grow to a greater falfeneffe, 
 Which thould not finde a ground to roote upon, 
 Vnleffe on you. : 
 
 King. Aye thefe things then Neceffities? 
 Then Jet us mecte them like Neceflities; 
 And that fame word, even now cryes out on us: 
 They fay; the Bifhop and 2(orthuwberland 
 Are fifty thonfand ttrong. 
 
 War. Jt cannot be(my Lord:) 
 Rumor doth double, like the Voice,and Eccho, 
 The numbers of the feared. Pleafe it your Grace 
 To goeto bed, upon my Life(my Lord) ; 
 The Pow’rs that you already have fent forth, 
 
 Shall brings this Prize in very eafily. 
 ' To comfort youthe more,! have receiy'd 
 A certaine inftance,that Gendour is dead. 
 Your Majefty hath beene this fort-nighrill, 
 Andthefe unfeafon’d howres perforce mnft'adde 
 Vnto your Sicknefle. 
 King. 1 will take your counfaile: 
 And were thefe inward Warres once out of hand; 
 1 Wee wonld(deare Lords) unto the Holy-Land. ~~ 
 Exeunt 
 
 a errr 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Shallow and Silence:with Marldy Shadow, 
 Wart, Feeble, Buk-caife. 
 
 Shal. Come-on, comeson , come: on: give mee your 
 Hand, Sir , give mee your Hand, Sir : an easly ftirrer,by 
 the Rood. And how doth my good Confin Silence? 
 
 Sil. Good-morrow,good Coufin Shallow, : 
 
 Shal, And how doth my Coufin,your Bed-fellow? 
 and your fatreft Daughter, and mine,my God-Daughter 
 Ellen? 
 
 Sil. Alas,a blacke Ouzell(Coufin Shallow.) 
 
 Shal, By yea and nay,Sis,1 dare fay my Coufin liam 
 is become a good Scholler ? he¢ is at Oxford ftill,ishee 
 not? : : 
 Sil. Indeede Sir, to my colt. ee 
 Shal, Hee mult. then tothe Innes of Court fhortly I 
 was once of Clements Inne, ; where (1 thinké ) they will 
 talke of mad Shallow yct. SRL ae 
 
 J 
 
 Sit. You were call’dlufty Shallow then(Confin.), _ 
 Shal.I was call'd any ‘thing : and I would havedone | 
 
 any thing indeede too,and roundly too. There was I,and} 
 
 little /obn Doit of Staffordfhire , and blacke George Bare, 
 and Francis Pick-bone,and will Squele a Cot-{al-man, you | 
 had not foure fuch Swindge-bucklers in’ all the Innesof 
 Court againe: And 1 may fay toyou, wee knew where 
 the Bona- Roba’s were, and had the beft of them allat | 
 commandement.Then was /acke Faiftaffe(now Sir Jobn) | 
 7 Boy , and Page to Thomas Mawbray , Duke of Nor 
 olke. au 4 
 Sif. This Sit Joba (Coufin ) that comes hitheranona-| 
 bout Souldiers? ioe 
 Shal. The fame Sir /obn , the very fame : I faw him 
 breake Schoggan's Head at the Court-Gate,when he was} 
 a Crack,not thus high:and the very fame day didI fight} 
 with one Samsp/oa Stock-fi/bya Fruiterer, behinde Greyes- 
 Inne.: Oh the mad dayes that Ihave fpent! and tofee | 
 how many of mineolde Acquaintance aredead? 
 Sil. Wee fhallall follow(Coufin.) ed 
 
 Shal. Certaine : ’tis certaine ; very fure, veriefure: | 9 
 
 Death is certaineto all , all {hall dyes Howa good Yoke} | 
 of Bullocks at Stamford Faire? Seine. he 
 Si, Truly Coufin, E was not there. Gil as 
 Shal. Death is certaine. Is old Donble of your Towne 
 liuing yet? a i 
 Sit. Dead, Sir. : 
 Shal. Dead 2? See, fee: hee drew a good Bow and 
 dead ? hee fhot a fine fhoote. John. of Gauntloved him} 7 
 well, and betted much Money onhis head. Dead?hee | 
 
 | would-have clapt inthe Clowtat Twelve-fcore, and care} 
 
 ryed you a fore-hand Shaft at foureteene ,and foureteene | 
 anda halfe,that it would have done a mans heartgood} 
 tofee. How a {core of Ewes now? ot 
 Sil. Thereafter as they be : a feore of good Ewesmay 
 be worth tenne pounds. cs. S497) 
 Sbal, And is old Double dead? 
 
 Enter Bardolph andhis Boy. 
 Sil, Heere come two of Sir John Falfaffes Men( as 
 thinke.) ; oe 
 Shal, Good-morrow, honeft Gentlemen. Tas 
 Bard. 1 befeech you,which isTaftice Shafew? = 
 Shai. 1am Robert Shallow (Sir) a poore Efquire of th 
 County, and one of the Kings Iuftices of the Peace: 
 What is your good pleafure with me? rig 
 Bard. My Captaine(Sir) commends him to you : my 
 Captaine, Sir /obn Falfaffe : a tall Gentleman, andamoft 
 gallant Leader. gee 
 Shal. Hee greetes me well : (Sir) I knew him agood | 
 Back-Sword-man. How doth the good Knight ? mayI}. 
 aske, how my Lady his Wife doth? a a 
 Bara. Sir , pardon: aSouldier is better accomnoda- 
 ted,then witha Wife. if 
 Shal. It is well faid,Sir;and it is well faid,indeede,too: 
 Better accommodated?it is good, yea indeede is it:good 
 
 | phrafesare furely, and every where very commendable. 
 
 Accommodated , it comes, of eAccommodo:very good ,a 
 good Phrafe. 
 
 Bard. Pardon, Sir, 1 have heard the word. Phrafe 
 call you it ? by this Day, 1 know. not the Phrafes bu 
 I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bce a 
 Souldier-like Word, anda Word of exceeding. good 
 Command. Accommodated : that is, when.& m 
 (asthey fay) accommodated : or, when'a manis,b 
 
‘ 
 
 whereby he thought to be accommodated, which is an 
 | excellent thing: 
 Enter Falstaffe. 
 
 bal, Itis very inft: Looke; heete comes good Sir 
 ie Give me mie hand, give me your Worfhips good 
 hand: Truft me, youlooke well: and beare your yeeres 
 very well. Welcome, good Sir John, 
 
 Falf, 1am glad to fee you well, good Mafter Robert 
 Shakow : Matter Sure-card as 1 thinke? ; 
 
 Shal. No fir John, it is my Cofin Sslence : in Commiffi- 
 
 me. 
 Oran. Good Matter Sidnce, it well befits you fhould 
 be of the peace. as ; 
 _ Sil. Your good Worfhip is welcome. 
 
 Faist. Eye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) have you 
 provided me heere halfe a dozen of fufficientmen? . 
 ¥ Shal. Marry have we fir: Will you fit? 
 
 Faif, Letmefeethem,Ibefeechyou; ? 
 
 Shal. Where’s the Roll? Where’s the Roll ? Where's 
 | the Roll? Let me fee; let me fee, let me fee : f0,f0,fo,fo: 
 
 Bs yea marry Sir Raphe Adonldy: let them appeare as I call : 
 ~ | Jetthem doe fo, let them doe fo: Let mefee, Whereis 
 Mouldy 2 Se 
 
 onl, Heere, if it pleafe you. ; 
 
 hat What cha se (Sir John) a good limb’d fel- 
 low : yong, ftrong, and of good friends, 
 
 ' Fait. Isthy name Afoaldy ? 
  Moaril. Yea, ificpleafe you. ee 
 - Fal. °Tis the more time thou wert us'd. 
 
 Shale Ha,ha,ha, moft excellent-Things that are moul- 
 dy, lackeufe: very fingular good, Well faid Sir John, 
 very well faid, - 
 
 ‘Falf. Pricke him. gee 
 | - Moul. \was prickt wellenough before, if you could 
 | have let mealone : my old Dame will be undone now, for 
 J onetodoe her Husbandty, and her Drudgery 3 youneed 
 | Rot to have prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe 
 iM’ | Falf?. Goe too : peace Mouldy, you hall goe. Monldy, 
 
 itis time you were {pent. : 
 
 Monl. Spent 2 
 
 Shdl. Peace, fellow , peace ; ftand afide: Know you 
 Where you are? For the other fir Joba: Let me fee: Si- 
 mon Shadow. Bas 
 Fal. T marry, let me havé him to fit under; he’s likete 
 ' | be acold fouldier. 
 
 | Shal. Where's Shadow. 
 | Shad. Heere fir. 
 
 Falf. Shadow, whofe fonne art thou ? 
 _ Shad. My Mothers fonne, Sir. 
 
 Fait. Thy Mothers fonne : like enough, and thy Fa- 
 ‘thers fhattow : forthe fonne of the Female,is the fhadow 
 {of the Male ¢ it is oftch fe indeed, but not of the fathers 
 noe q fubftance. " 
 if | Shad, Doeyoulike him, fir John? we 
 
 | | Falf. Shadow willferve for Summer : pricke him : For 
 !  fwerhave a number of thadowes to fill up the Mufter- 
 DOOKe. ‘ : 
 | Palit. Where's he? 
 | | Wart, Heere fir. 
 
 Fal. 1s thy name wart? 
 3 we ‘Yea fir. ‘ 28 
 Fatt. Thouarta very ragged Wart. 
 
 The fecond Partof K ing Henry the Fourth. = - 
 
 | Bona-Robas Doth fhe hold her owne well? 
 
 Shaé, Shall I pricke him downe, 
 Sir Jobn? , ;. ‘ v 
 
 Fal. It were faperfluous: for his apparrell is built 
 upon hisbacke,and the whole frame ftands upon pinnes: 
 pricke him no more. 
 
 Shal. Ha, ha, ha,'you candoeit fir: you can docit: I 
 commend you well: 
 
 Francis Feeble, 
 
 Feeble. Heere fir. rig 
 
 Shal. What Trade art thou Feeble ? 
 
 Feeble. A Womans Tayler fir. 
 
 Shal. Shall pricke hum, fir ? 
 
 Fals?, You may : ; 
 But if he had beene a mans Taylor,he would have prick’d 
 you. Wilt thou make as many holes inan ‘enemies Bat- 
 taile, as thou haft done ina Womans petticote? 
 
 Feeble. 1 willdoe my good will fir, you can have no 
 more. 
 
 Falit. Well faid, good Womans Tailour : Well fayde 
 Couragious Feeble : thou wilt be as valiantas the wrath- 
 full Dove, or moft magnanimous Moufes Pricke the wo- 
 ay Taylour well Mafter Shallow, deepe Malter Shat- 
 
 OY, ’ 
 
 Feeble. 1 would Wart might have gone fit; 
 
 Falst, Twould thou wert a mans Tailor, that thou 
 might’{t mend him,and make him fit to goe. I cannot put 
 him to a private fouldier, that is the Leader of fo many 
 thoufands. Let that fuffice, moft Forcible Feeble, 
 
 Feeble. Tt fhall fuffice. 
 
 Fal. Yam bound to thee, reyerend Feeble. Who is 
 the next? 
 
 Shal, Peter Bulcalfe of the Greenes 
 
 Falst. Yea marry, let us fee Bulcalfa, 
 
 Bul, Heere fir. 
 
 Falst. Truft me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me 
 Bulcalfe till he roare againe. its. 
 
 Bul. Oh, good my Lord Captaine. 
 
 Fal. What? do'ft thou roare before th’art prickt. 
 
 Bul. Oh fir, 1am adifeafed man, < 
 
 Falft, What difeafe haft thou? 
 
 Bul. Awhorfon cold fir, acough fir, which I canght 
 wah Rina in the Kings affayres, upon his Coronation 
 
 ay, fir. Les 
 
 Falf.-Come,thou fhalt goe to the Warres in aGowne: 
 we will have away thy Cold, and I will take fuch order 
 that thy friends fhall sing for thee. Isheereall ? 
 
 Shat. There is two more called then your number: 
 you mutt have but foure heere fir, aud fo I pray you goe 
 In with me to dinner. 
 
 Fal. Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I can. | 
 not tarry dinner. Iam glad to fe¢ you in good troth, Ma- 
 fter Shallow. 3 
 
 Shal. O fir John, doe you remember fince we lay all 
 night in the Winde-mill, in Saint Georges Field 2 
 
 eh No more of that good Matter Shallow: No more 
 of that, : oe 
 
 Shale Ha? it wasa merry night. And is Jane Night 
 workealive2 . ane ae 
 
 Fait. She lives,Mafter Shallow. _ : 
 
 Shat, She never couldaway withme, | 
 
 Fal. Never,never : fhe would alwayes fay fhe could 
 notabideMafter Shallow. . - 
 
 _Shals I could anger her tothe heart » the was then a 
 
 2 
 
 _Falft. Old,old, Matter Shallow. Skat rete ; 
 Shal, aaah fhe cannot choofe but be |: 
 
 “olds } 
 
38 
 
 old: certaine fhe’s old: aud had Robin N ight-worke, by 
 old Night-worke, before I came to Clements \nne- 
 
 Sil. That’s fifty five yeeres agoc. 
 
 Shal, Hah; Coutin Silence, that thou hadft feene that, 
 thatthis Knight aad Ihave feene: hah, Sir Jobn, faid I 
 well? 
 
 Falff. We have heard the Chymesat mid-night, Ma- 
 fter Shallow. 
 
 Shal. That we have, 
 we have: our watch-world was, 
 let?s to Dinner ; come; let’sto Dinner : 
 that we have feene. Come, comes 
 
 Bul. Good Malter Corporate Bardalph , ftand my 
 friend, and heereisfoure Harry tenne fhillings in French 
 Crownes for yourinvery truth,fir,1 had aslief be hang’d 
 fir,as goe? and yet, for mine owne patt,fir,1 doe not care, 
 but rather, becaufe Iam unwilling, and for mine owne 
 part, have adefire to ftay with my friends : elfe, fir; Idid 
 not care, for mine owne part, fe much. 
 
 Bar, Goe-too : ftand afide. 
 
 Monl. And good Mafter Corporal Captaine, for my 
 old Dames fake, ftand my friend: fhe hath no body to 
 doeany thing about her, when I am gone: and fhe is old 
 and cannot helpe her felfe : you fhall have forty, fit. 
 
 Bard. Go-too : ftand afide. 
 
 Feeble. I care riot, a man can dye but once : we owe 4 
 death. I will never beare a bafe mind : it it be my defti- 
 
 _} ny, fo: if it be not, fo: no man istoo good to ferve his 
 
 Prince : and let it goe which way it will he that dies this 
 yecre,is quit for thenext « 
 
 Bard, Well faid, thou arta “rd fellow. 
 
 Feebl, Nay, twill beare no bafe mind. 
 
 * Fait. Come fir, which men fhall I have ? 
 
 Shal. Foure of which you pleafe. 
 
 Bard. Sis,aword with you: 1 have three pound, to 
 free Monldyand Bull-cetfe, 
 
 _ Falft. Go-too: wells 
 
 Shal. Come, fir Iobm which foure will you have? 
 
 Falst. Doe you chufe for me. 
 
 “Shal, Marry then, Mouldy , Bull-calfe, Feeble, and 
 
 Shall ; 
 ou Moutdy, {tay 
 
 that we have ; in faith, Sir Ton, 
 Hem-Boyes. Come, 
 Ohthe dayes 
 
 OW. 
 palst. Mouldy,and Bull-calfe : for 
 -at home,till youare palt fervice: and for your part, Byil- 
 calf e, grow till you come unto it: I will noneof you, 
 Shal, Sir lobn,Six Joha,doe not your {elfe wreng,th 
 ar eyour likelyeft men sand I would have you fed with 
 the belt. 
 " Falst. Will you tell me (Matter Shallow) how to chufe 
 -4 man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the ftature, 
 -buike, and big affemblance ofa man? give me the fpi- 
 rit (Mafter Shallow. ) Where's Wart 2. you fee what. 
 a ragged appearance it is: hee {hall charge you, and 
 difcharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham- 
 mer : come off, and on, fwifter then he that gibbets on 
 the BrewersBucket. And this fame halfeefac’d fellow, 
 Shadow, giveme this man, he prefents no marketo the 
 Enemy, the foe-man may with as great ayme levell at 
 the edge ofa Pen-knife: and fora Retrait, how fwiftly 
 will this Feeble,the Womans Taylor, runne off. O,give 
 me the {pare men, and fparemethe great ones. Put me a 
 Calyver into Warts hand, Bardolph. tae 
 Bard. Hold @art, Traverfe : thus, thos,thus, — 
 Fal. Comemanage me your Calyver : fo .very well, 
 \ go-too, very good, exceeding good. O, give me alwa 
 : alittle, leane,old schopt,bald shot. ‘Well 
 » art agood Scab : hold, thereis a Tefter for'thees. 
 if 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 faid Wart,thou | 
 
 ¥ 
 
 Shal. He is not his Craftsematter, he doth not doe | 
 itright: I remember at Mile-end-Greene, when I lay | 
 at (lements Inne, I was then Sir Dagenet in Arthurs 
 Show : there was alittle quiver fellow, and he would } 
 manage you hisPeece thus : and he would about, and a- 
 bout, aad come you in, and come yeu in: Rah, tah,tah, } 
 would he fay, Bownce would hefay, and away againe | 
 would he goe, and againe would he come : 1 fhall never | 
 fee fuch a fellow: wt 
 
 Fal. Thete fellowes will doe well, Mafter Shallow. | 
 Farewell Mafter Silence, will not ufe many wordes with 
 yon: fare you well;Gentlemen both: Ithanke yous 1} 
 mnftadozenmile to night. Bardolph, give the Souldiers 
 Coates. 
 
 Shal. Sir John, Heaven bleffe you, and profper your 
 Affayres, and fend us Peace. As you retarne, vifit my 
 houfe. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradven- 
 ture I will with youtothe Court. . wf 
 
 Fal? TL would you would, Matter Shallow. 
 
 Shal. Go-too + I have fpoke at a word. Fare you 
 well. ) Exit. 
 
 Palit. Fare you well; gentle Gentlemen. On Bar- 
 dolph, leadethe men aways As I returne, I will fetch off 
 the(eIuftices : I doe fee the bottome ot Iuftice Sha- 
 low. How fubjec& we old men are to this vice of Ly- 
 ing ? This fame ftarv'd Inftice hath done nothing but. 
 prate to me of the wildeneffe of his Youth, and the } 
 Eeates he hath done about Turnball-ftreet, and every] 
 thirdword a Lye, duer pay’d to the hearer, then the | 
 Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at Clements Inne, } 
 likea man madeafter fupper, ofa Cheefe-paring. When 
 he was naked, he was, forall the world, like a forked 
 Radifh, with a Head fantaftically carv'd upon it witha 
 Knife. He was fo forlorne, that his Dimenfions (toany 
 
 thicke fight) were invincible. 5 
 
 of Famine: he came ever in the rere-ward of the 
 
 on: And now isthis Vices Dagger become a Squire, 
 
 and talkes as familarily of Jobnof Gaunt, as if he 
 
 had beene fworne Brother to him: andIicbe {wore 
 he never faw him but oncein the Tilt-yard, and then he 
 burft his Head, for crowding among the Marfhals mene } 
 
 I faw it, and told /obn of Gaunt, he beat his owne | 
 
 Name,for you might have trufs’d him and all his Ap-| 
 
 oe into an Eele-skinne: the Cafe of a Treble Hoe-| 
 
 oy wasa Manfion for him : a Court: and now hath } 
 Well, I will be acquainted with | 
 
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 he Land, and Beeves. 
 him, if] returne and it 
 him a Philofophers two 
 be a Bayt for the old Pike, 
 Nature , but Imay {nap at him. 
 there an end. 
 
 Stones to me. If the young Dace | 
 Ifee no reafon, in the LawO) 
 Let time fhapesand 
 
 Exennts. i 
 
 Aétus Quartus, Scana Prima. ee 
 
 Enter the eArch-bifhop, Mowbray, Haftings, 
 Weltmerland, Colevile. 
 Bifb. What is this Forreft call’d? 
 Hait. ‘Tis Gualtree Forreft, and’ thall 
 
 Grace. Uh2k ee 
 Bifh.Here ftand (my Lords) and fend difcoverers forth | 
 
 _Toknow the numbers of our Rnemics- ~ ey 
 
 pleafe yout | 
 
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 He was the very Genin | : 
 
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 PRS Se Te 
 
 fhail goe hard, but I will make | 
 
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. The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 91 
 
 Troopein the Throngs of Military men s 
 But rather fhew awhile like fearefull Warre, 
 
 To dyet ranke Mintless ficke of happinefles). 
 
 And purge th’ob{trn@tions; which begin toftop , 
 Our very Vcines of Lifes heare memore plainely.' 
 I have in equall ballance.juftly weigh’d, - | {,..) > 
 What wrongs our Armesmay do, what wrongs we fuffer 
 
 And. find our Griefes heavier then ourOffencesei ys 
 We fee which way the fireame of Time-doth runne,, 
 
 Haft. We have fent forth already. 10" ip 
 Bio. *Tis well done, it baog4 
 My friends, and Brethren (in thefe great Affaires) 
 I muft acquaint you, that I have receiv’d : 
 New-dated Letters from Worthuncherlands : 
 | Their cold intent, tenure; and fiubftance thus. 
 | How doth he with his Perfon, with fach Powers <1 00: 
 As might hold fortance with his Quality; bri 
 The which hecould not levy:wherenpon-»"; terl't 
 He is retyr’d to ripe his growing Fortunes, 7 
 To Scotland; and concludesin hearty prayers, 
 That your Attempts may over-live theshazardy =) 2)» / 
 And fearefull meeting of their Oppofites : teil 
 Mow.Thus do the hopes we have in him,touch ground, 
 And dath themfelvesto pieces. . Hctomdzob of 
 
 And are enforc'd from our'inoft quiet there, 
 
 By the rough TorrentiofOecafion, >| 
 
 And have the {iimmarylof all our Griefes 3379 
 
 (When time thal {erve.) to thew in Articles 6 f HomA< 
 
 Which long ere this; we offer'd to the King, 
 
 And might, by no Suit, gayne our Audience :. 
 
 When we are wrong’d; and would unfold our Griefes,,, 
 
 Weare deny’d acceffe unto his perfon,»), ote ond 
 
 Evenby thofe men, thatmoft have done us wrong: 
 
 The dangers of the dayes but newly GONEs 299076; 31 
 
 Whofe-memory is writtenonthe Earth «oc... = 
 
 With yet appearing blood sand theexamples. © »1;i 
 
 Of every Minutes inftance (prefent now) «){) i 
 
 Hath putus in thefe ill-befeeming Armes : 
 
 Notto breake Peace,.or any Branch ofits. 
 
 But to eftablifh herea Peace indeed, 0.) .> %! 
 
 Concatring both in Name and Qvalitys 
 Weft. When ever yet was your Appealedeny’d 4 ~; 
 
 Wherein have youbeene galled by the King? j 9, 
 
 What Peere hath beenefaborn’d,tograte.on yous.) +: 
 
 That you fhould fedle this lawlefle bloedy Booke: «> 
 
 Of forg’d Rebellion, witha Scale divine ? SH 
 Bifo. My brother generall, the Common-wealthy 
 
 I make my quarrel, inparticalar, b da 
 Weft. There isno neede of any fuch redrefle s - .. ¢ 
 
 Orifthere were, itnot belongs to yous r osd oT 
 Mow. Why notto bim in part, and tousall, 
 
 That feelethe bruizes of the dayes before; » 
 
 And fuffer the Condition of thefe Ties yi 
 
 To laya heavy and unequall Hand upon our Honors? 
 Weft. O my good Lord Afowbray, 
 
 Conftrue the Times to'their Neceflities; 
 
 And you fhall fay (indeed) it is the Time, 
 
 And not the King, thatdoth you injuries. 
 
 Yet for your part, itnot appeares to. me, 
 
 Either from the King, or.in the prefent Time, 
 
 That you fhould have an inch ofany ground 
 
 To build a Griefe on: Were you not reftor’d 
 
 Toall the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories, 
 
 Your Noble, and right well-remembred Fathers ? 
 Afow, What thing,in Honor, had my father loft, 
 
 That need tobe reviu’d, and breagh’dinme? . ~ 
 
 The King thatlov’d him, as the State ftood then, 
 
 Was forc’d, perforce compell’d to banifh him ; 
 
 And then, that Henry Bullingbrookeand he 
 
 Being mounted, and both row({ed in their Seates, 
 
 Their neighing Conrfes daring of the Spurre, 
 
 Their armed Staves in charge, their Beavers downe, 
 
 Their eyes of fire, {parling through fights of Steele, 
 
 And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together : 
 
 Then, then, when there was ptm et have ftay’d 
 
 My father from the Breaft of. Bulling coke ; : 
 
 O, when the King did throw his Warder downe. 
 
 (His owne Life hung upon the Staffehe threw ) 
 
 Then threw he downe himfelfe, and all their Lives, 
 
 That by Indi@tment, and by dint of Sword, 
 
 Have fince mif-carried ss Bulingbrooke. 
 
 2 
 
 Enter a Meffenger.| | 
 Haft. Now? whatnewes? . | set be 
 CMe. Welt of this Forreft; fcarcely offa miley: +: 
 
 In goodly forme,comes.onthe Enemy 2.2.) 1:1) \y\! 
 
 And by the ground they-+hide, Ljudgetheir number 
 
 Vpon,or neere, therate.of thirty thoufand. ero 
 Mow, The jut proportion that we gave them out. 
 
 Let us {way-on; and facethem inthe,fields 
 
 Enter Wefirierland. | 
 
 - i Ore . QOL 
 Bifo. What well appointed Leader frontsus here 3 - ; 
 Mow, Ithinke it is my Lord of weflwerlande 
 eff. Health,and faire greeting from-our Generally: 
 
 The Prince, Lord Johayand Duke of Lancaiher..  . 
 Bifo. Say on (my Lord of Westmerland) in peace : 
 
 What doth.concerne your comming 2° 
 
 } West.-Then (my Lord). 682) 4 eaess 
 
 | Vato your Grace doc I in.cheifeaddreffe 
 
 | The fubftance of my Speech. If that Rebellion 
 
 Came like it felfe, in bafe,andiabje& Routs, - 
 
 | Led on by bloody Youth, guarded with Rage, 
 
 | And countenanc’d by Boyes,:and Beggery 
 
 | Hayif damn’d Commotion fo appeare, 
 
 To histrue, native, and moft proper thape, 
 
 You {Reverend Father,and thefe Noble Lords) 
 
 | Had not beene here; to.drefle the ougly forme 
 
 Of bafe,and bloody infirredion, 
 
 Withyour faire Honors... You, Lord Arch-bifhop, 
 
 Whole Sea is by a Civill Peace maintain‘d, 
 
 Whole Beard, the Silver Hand of Peace hath touch’d, 
 
 Whofe Learning, and good Letters, Peace. hath. tutor’d, 
 
 Whote white Inveftments figure Innocence, - 
 
 The Dove, and very bleffed Spirit of Peace. 
 
 Wherefore doe you foill tranflate your felfe, 
 
 Out of the Speech of Peace, that bearesfuch grace, 
 
 Into the harfh and boyftrous Tongue of Warre? 
 
 Turning'you Bookes to Graves, your Inke to Bleod, 
 Your Pennes to Launces, and your Tongue divine 
 
 | Toalow Frumpet, anda Point of Warre? 
 
 | Bib. Wherefore doe I this? forthe queftion ftands. » 
 Briefély tothis end s..We are alldifeas’d, ay 
 
 __} And with our furfetting, and wanton howres, 
 
 __ | Have brought our felves into a burning Fever, 
 
 __| Andwe muft bleede for it : of which Difeafe, 
 
 | Our late King Richard (being infected) dy’d. 
 
 | ye 4 Bat(my molt Noble Lord of westmerland) 
 
 f Ttake not on me here asa Phyfician, 
 
 «| NordocI,asan Enemy to Peace, 
 
 : wi hey + 
 
 p a aioe, 
 
weit.Y ou {peake (Lord. Mowbray) now you know not 
 The Earle of Hereford, was reputed then vorl(iqw hat 
 In England the moft valianc Gentleman. grisyzot 
 Who knowes,on whom Fortune.would ther have fimil'd? 
 Bat if your Barber had beene Viétor there; de 
 He ne’re had borneditout of Coventry. 
 Forall the Country, ima generallivoy ce, yr 28 
 Cry’d hate upon hans ‘and alltheit prayers, and love)!” 
 | Were fec on’ Herefald, whomsthey-doted’on, (7 92/9 ¥/ 
 
 And ble(s’d,and@rae’d, and did:more then the King. 
 
 But thisis meere digrefliowfrommny purpofés! -' 
 Heere come I fronvour Prinéely Generall, 
 
 To know your'Griefes to telt yous from his'Grace, 
 That he will givé you Audience vand wherein’ © 
 
 It thall appeare, that your demands arejuft, 
 Youthallenjoy themjevery thing fer off; 
 
 That might fo muchias thinke you Enemies. 
 
 Mow: Burke bath fore’d usto compel this Offer; 
 And it proceedesifeom Pollicy; worLove. > Bb 3 
 
 wet. Mowbrayzyou over=weene totake irfo: 
 
 This Offer-comnesfrom Mercy >not from Feares 
 For loc, within Ken our Army lyes, M yas 
 Vpon mine Honesyall foo confident oe 
 To giveadmittaage toa thought of feare. 
 Oar Battailé is more fu'lof Naméesthen yours, 
 Our Men more perfect in the ufe of Armes, 
 Our Armor atlas ftrong, our Caufethe beft; 
 Then Reatotewill,our hearts fhould be asgood.: > 
 Say younot then; our Offer iscompell’d .. 0’ 
 C Mowe Well; by iy willywe fhall admit no Parley. 
 wet. Thatatgués bur the fhaine of your offence > 
 Arotteti Cafe abides no handing? < * 
 Haft, Hath the Prince Jobe a tull Commiffiony 
 | Invery ample vertue of his fathers eal 
 To heare, and abfolutely todetermine < 
 Of what Gonditious we fhall ftand upon ? 
 wet, That is interided in the Generalls Name: 
 I mufe you make fo flighta Queftion. 
 
 Bif. Then take (my Lord of Weftmeriand )this Sche- 
 For this containes our generall Grievances : (dule, 
 Each feverall Article herein redyefs'd, “ 
 
 All members of our Caufe, both ‘here, and hence, 
 That are infinewedito this Action, . 
 Acquitted by a true fubftantiail forme, 
 
 And prefent execition of our walls, 
 
 Tous, and to our parpofes confin’d, 
 
 Wecome within our awfull Badks againe 
 And knit our Powersto the Arme of Peace. 
 
 welt. This will Lthew the Generall. Pleafe you Lords 
 
 In fight ofboth our Battailes, wee may meete 
 Ateither end in peace s which Heaven fo frame; 
 Or to the place of difference call the Swords, 
 Which muft decide it. . 
 | Bit. My Lord,wee will doe fo. 
 “Ato. There is athing within my Bofometellsme, 
 ‘That no Conditions ofour Peace:caniftand. 
 
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 Vponduch largetezmes, aud foabfolute, . 
 
 As our Conditions fhall confift upon, 5i 
 | Ouit Peace fhall ftandas firme as Rocky Mountaines. 
 (Mow. 1, butvour valuation thall be fuch, » 
 
 That evey flight, and fal(c-derived Caufe, 
 
 Yca, every idle, nice, and wanton Reafon, 
 
 Shall, to the King, tafte ofthis AGion : 
 
 That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Love, 
 We thall be winnowed with fo rough awinde, » 
 
 The fecond Partof King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 That even our Corne hall feeineas Inght as Chaffe, 
 And good from bad find no partition. 
 - Bifp. No,no (my Lord) note this: the King is weary | 
 
 | | Revives two greater inthe Heires of Life. 
 
 | That may repeatyand Hiftory ‘his lofte, 
 
 Hait. Peare-you not that, it wecan make our Peace | 
 
 Of dainty, and fuch picking Grievances + 
 For he hath found; to end one doubt by Death, : 
 
 And therefore will he wipe his Tablescleane, » 
 And keepe no Tell+tale to his Memory, 
 
 To new remembrance; For full well he knowes, pa 
 
 | He cannot fo precifely weede this Land, weap OF 
 
 As his mifdoubts prefentoccafion 
 His foesare fo enrooted with his friends, 
 That plucking tounfixe an Knemy, 
 He doth unfalten fo, and fhakeva friend. 
 So thatthis Land, like an offenfive wife, 
 That hath enrag’d him on,to offer ftrokes, 
 As he is ftriking, holds his infant up, 
 And hangs refolu’d Correctionin the Arme, 
 That was uprear'd to execution Teo 
 Haft. Belides,the King hath waftedall his Rods, — 
 On late Offenders, that he now:doth lacke +. 
 Thevery Inftraments of Chafticement : G08 
 So that his power;like toa Fangleffe Lion» ~ bg 
 /May offer, but rot hold. 13% 
 Bifh. ’Tis very true = 
 
 If we doe now make our attonement well, 
 Our Peace will (likea broken Limbe united) 
 
 Mow, Beit fo: teR 
 Hecre is return'd my Lord of Westmerland, 
 0 "Enter Weitmerland. 
 
 Enter Prince Tobn. 
 
 Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbifhop, ~~~ 
 And fo to you Lord Ha ‘tings, and to all. 
 
 When that your Flocke (affembled by the Bell): 
 
 Your expolition on the holy Text, 
 Then now to fe'you heerean Tron man 
 Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Dromme, 
 
 That man that fits within a Monarches heart, 
 
 Would he abufe the Countenance of the King, — 
 Alacke, what Mifcheifes might he fet mae “ree 
 
 How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heaven 
 Tous, the fpeaker in his Parliament ; 
 To us, the’imagine voyce of Heaven it felfe = 
 
 The very Opener, and Intelligencer, 
 
 And our dull workings. O, who {hall beleeve, 
 
 Employ the Coantenance, and Grace of Heaven; 
 | Asa falfe Favorite dothhis Princes Name, ~ g 
 Indceds dif-honorable? You have taken up, © 
 
 And therefore be affur’d (my good Lord Marfhall) - f * 
 
 Grow ftronger; for the breaking, rT ae ; A 
 
 _ we The Prince ig here at harid: pleafeth your Lordfhi {hip 
 To meet his Grace, juft diftance’tweene our Armies ? 
 
 Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in‘heaven’s name'then 
 forward. Roan 
 Bie, Before, and ercet his Grace (my Lord) wecomes 
 
 tet 
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 Pa 
 pie 
 
 Ioba. You are well encountred here (my cofin fam 
 
 My Lord of Yorke, it better fhew’d withyou, ~~ 
 
 Encireled you, to heare with reverence aE oly 
 
 Turning the Word, to Sword ; and Life to death 
 
 And ripens in the Sunne-fhitie of his favour," 
 
 In fhadow of fuch Greatnefie? With you Lord Bifhop> 
 Itiseven fo. Who hath not heard it {poken, 128 
 
 Betweene-the Grace, the Sanctitics ofHeaven? —— is 
 
 | But you mif-ufethe reverence of your Place, js Se PA 
 
 Vader} 
 
| Vnnderthe! countérfeired Zeale of Heaven, 
 | The Subjetsof Heavens Subftitute, my. Facher, 
 _ Andiborhagainft the Peace of Heavensand bim, 
 Have here op-fwarmed them. atedyisd ; dy 
 - | Bil, Good my Lord of Lancafter, 
 _ Tan not heere againft-your Fathers Peace : 
 | But (as Ftold my Lord:of we/tmerland ) 
 _ The Time (mif-order’d)) doth in common fence 
 _ Crowdus,and crufh as; tothis monftrous Forme, 
 |, To holdour fafetyupe Lfent your Grace ii 
 |_| The parcels, and particulars of our Griefe, 
 | The which hath ben withfcorne thov’d from the Court: 
 | Whereon this Hydra-Sonne of Warre is borne, 
 | Whofe dangeronseyes may well be charay’d afleepe, 
 | With grant of our moftjuft and right defires ; 
 And true Obedienceyof this Madnefle cur’d, 
 - Stoope tamely to the foot of Majefty. 
 | Mow. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes, 
 | To the laft man. 
 | « Haff. And though we here fall downe, 
 | Wehave Supplyes, tofecond our Attempt : 
 i | they mif-carry, theirs thall fecond them. 
 _ | And fo, fuccefle of Mifchiefe fhall be borne, 
 And Heire from Heire (hall hold this Quarrell up, 
 __ | Whiles England fhall have generation. 
 » John, Youare too fhallow ( Haftings ) 
 
 | Muchtoo fhallow, 
 if | Yo found the botteme of the after-Times. 
 
 |. Westy Pleafeth your Grace, to anfwere them directly, 
 ) |_| How farre-forth yon doe liketheir Articles: 
 
 ~ Toba, Tike them all,and doe allow them well » 
 And{weare here, bythe honor of my blood, © 
 | My fathers purpofeshaYebecne miftooke, 
 | And fome, about him, have too lavithly 
 | Wrefted bis meaning, and Authority. 
 » | MyLord,thefe Griefes fhall be with {peed redreft: 
 | Vpou my life, they thall. Ifthis may pleafe you, 
 __ | Dilcharge your powers unto their feverall Counties, 
 __.} As we will ours: and here betweene the Armies, 
 | Let’s drinke together friendly, and embrace, 
 | That all their eyes may beare thofe Tokens home, 
 | Of our reftored Love, and Amity. 
 * Bif. 1 take-your Princely wosd, forthefe redreffes. 
 Toba. 1 give it you, and will maintaine my word ; 
 __ | And'thereupon I drinke unto your Grace. 
 LA Haft. Goe Captaine,and deliver to the Army 
 i) | This dewes of Peace : let them have pay, and part : 
 | | Lknow, it will well pleafe them. 
 | Highthee Captaine, . 
 } Bib. Toyou, my Noble Lord of Weftmerland. 
 | Weft. Ipledge your Grace : 
 __| Andif you kaew what paines I have beftow’d, 
 _ | Tobreed thisprefent Peace, ; 
 | Youwould drinke freely : but my love to ye, 
 __ | Shall thew it felfe more openly hereafter. 
 | «Bib: Idocnotdoubt you. . 
 | West. Lam gladof ir. 
 | Health to my Lord, and gentle Coufin AfZawbray, 
 }. Mow. Youwith me health in very happy feafon, 
 _ | For 1am, on the fodaine, fomething ill. 
 ti | | = -Bif. Againftill Chances, menare ever merry, - 
 __| But heavineffe fore-runnes the good event. * 
 | _We5-Therefore be merry(Cooze)fince fodaine forrow 
 __| Serves tofay thus : fome good thing comes to’ morrow. 
 ‘| Bib. Beleeve me, Lam'paffing light in {pirit.. - 
 | Mow. So much the worfe, if your owne Rule betrue. 
 
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 r | a The fecond Part of: King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 lobn. The word of Peace 
 fhowt. ’ , 
 
 Mow. This had beene chearefull, after Victory. 
 
 Bijh, X Peace is ofthe nature of a Conqueft : 
 For then bothpartiés nobly are fubdu’d; 
 
 And neither party looferi ; iv 
 
 Tohn. Goe(my Lord) 2 
 And let our Army be difcharged too ; C ybamoloiT 4 
 And good my Lord:({o-pleafe you) let ourTrainesij x00 | 
 March by us, that wemay perufé theaménio) | MEAG. 
 We fhould have coap’d wathall. ant seuds | 
 
 Bilh, Gos, good Lord Haftings: 200 bisw3 
 Aadiere they be difmifs'dylet them march bys... Exits 
 
 lobae Ptrult (Lords) we fhall lye to night togethers 
 
 Lay Eoter WeStmerland: >; 
 
 Now Confin, wherefore ftands our Army {till > 
 
 Weft. The Leaders having charge from you:to ftand, 
 Will not goe off, untill they heare you {peake. 
 
 + TohayThey know their duties, Emer Haftings, 
 . Haft Our Ariny is difpers’d: »bIo9 
 Like youthfull Steeres,unyoak’d, they tooke their courfe 
 Eaft, Weft, North, South : or like a Schoole broke up, 
 
 Each burryes towards his home, and {porting places: + _ 
 
 Weft Good tidings (my Lord Haftings) for the which 
 
 I doearrettthce (Traytor) of high Treafon: 
 And you Lord Arch-bifhop,and youLord AZowbray,' 
 Of Capitall Treafor I attach you both. 
 
 Mew. Is this proceeding juft; and honorable? 
 
 Weft Is your Aflembly fo 2. sol. 
 Bifo. Willyouthus breake yout faith? 
 
 Jobn. ¥ pawn'dtheenone: . 
 
 I promif‘d you redrefle of thefe fame Grievances 
 Whereof you did complaine; which by mine Honor, 
 
 I will performey with a moft Chriftian care... 
 
 But for you (Rebels) looke to tafte the due 
 Mect for Rebellion, and uch Adts as yours. ee 
 Mott fhallowly did youthefe Armescommence, ,.< 
 Fondly brought here, and foolifhly fent hence. 
 Strikeup our Drummes; purfuethe fcatter’d fray, 
 ‘Heaven, and not we have fafely fought.to day. 
 
 Some guard thefe Traitors tothe blecke of Death, 
 Treafons true bed, and yeelder up of breath, . Exennt. | 
 
 Enter Falftaffz, and Collevile. 
 
 Fai}. What’syour Name,Sir? of what Condition are 
 you? and of what place, I pray 2 
 
 (ol. Lama Knight, Sir : . 
 
 And my Name is Collevile of the Dale. 
 
 Falft. Well then, Collevite is your Name,a Knight is 
 your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Cohevile thall 
 ftill be your Name,a Traytor your Degree, and the Dun- 
 geon your Place, aplace! deepe enough: fo fhall you be 
 {lill ( ollevile of the Dale. 
 
 (ol. Ave not you Sir ohn Falstaffe2 
 
 Fal#. As a amanas he fir, who ere am doe yee 
 yecld fir, or {hall I {weate for you ? iff doe {weate,. they 
 ate the drops of thy Lovers,and they weep for thy death, 
 therefore rowze up Feare and Trembling,and doe obfer- 
 vance tomy mercy, © 
 
 (ol. 1 thinke yonare Sir lobn Fadfaffe , and inthat 
 thought yeeld me. ry 
 
 Fal. 1 havea whole Schoole of tonguesin this belly. of 
 mine; and nota Tongue of them: dll, {peakes any other 
 word but my name:zand I had butabelly. of any indiffe- 
 rency, I were fimply the moftactive fellow in Europe: 
 my wombe, my wombe, my wombe undoes me, Heere } 
 comes our Generall Fee ‘ 
 
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 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth: | 
 
 Enter Prince fobn, and Weflneerland, 
 
 Tobn. The heat is patt, follow no farther now 
 Call in the Powers, good Coufin Weftmerland. 
 Now Faitaffe, where have you beeneall this while? 
 When every thing is ended, thou you come. 
 Thefetardy Trickes of yours will (on my life) 
 
 1 One time or other, breake fome Gallowes backe. 
 
 “Faif. 1 wouldibe forry (my Lord) but it fhould be 
 thus: I never knew yet, butrebukeand checke was the 
 reward of Valour. Doe you thinke me a Swallow, an Ar- 
 row; or a Bullet ? Have |, in my poore and old Motion, 
 the expedition of Thought ? I have {peéded hither with 
 the very extremeft inch of poffibility. 1 have fowndred 
 nine {core and. odde. Poftes : and heere (travell-tainted 
 as Pani) have, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken 
 Sir John Collevile of the Dale,a moft furious Knight, and 
 valorousEnemy : But what of that? he faw me, and 
 yeelded : thatI may juftly fay with the hooke-nos’d. 
 fellow’ of Rome, 1 came, faw,and over-came. 
 
 Joba. Itwasmore of hisCourtefie, then your defer- 
 | ving. 
 Fait. 1 know not: heere he i 
 | and I befeech your Grace, let it 
 of thisdayes deedes; or I {weare, I will have it ina par~ 
 ticular Ballad, with mine owne Picture on the top of it 
 | (Collevile) kiffing my foot:) To the which courfe, it I 
 be enforc’d, if youdoe not all fhewlike gilt two-pences 
 tome; and J, in thecleare Sky of Fame, o’re-fhine you 
 as much asthe full Moone doth the Cynders of the kle- 
 ment (which fhew like Pinnes-headstoher) beleeve nor 
 the word ofthe Noble ; therefore let me have right; and 
 let defert mount. 
 John. Thine’s too heavy to mount. 
 Falf. Letit fhinethen. 
 Ioha, ‘Thine’stoothicke to flrine- 
 Felft. Letit doe fomething (my good Lord) that may 
 doe megood, and call it what you will. 
 
 Tebn. Isthy Name Callevile ? 
 
 Col. Itis(my Lord.) 
 
 Tobn. A famous Rebellart thou, Collevsle, 
 
 Faijft. And a famous true Subject tooke him. 
 Col, Tam (my Lord) butas my Bettersare, , 
 
 That led me hither : hadthey beene rul'd by me, 
 
 1 You fhould have wonne them dearer then you have. 
 
 Falst. know not how rhey {old themfelves,but thou 
 | Sike a kind fellow, gav’ftthy felfe away; and I thanke 
 j thee, for thee. 
 
 sand heere I yeeld him: 
 be book’d with the reft 
 
 Enter Wefimerland. 
 
 Tobn, Have'youleft purfuit ? 
 
 wef. Retreat is made, and Execution ftay’d. 
 
 John. Send (olevile, with his Confederates, 
 To Yorke, to prefent Execution. 
 Blunt, [cade him hence, and fee you guard him fure. 
 And now difpatch we toward the Court (my Lords) 
 I hearethe King, my Father is fore ficke, 
 Our Newes fhall goe before us, to his Majefty, 
 Which (Coufin) you fhall beare,to comfort him: 
 And we with fober {peede will follow you. 
 
 -Palft. My Lord, befeech you, give me leave to goc 
 through Gloucefterthire ; and when youcome to Court, 
 ftand my good Lord, "pray sin your good report. 
 
 John. Fare youwell, Faiftaffe: I,in my condition, 
 | Shall better fpeake of you, then you re... Exits 
 
 onto nae: 
 
 | Falft. I would-you had but the 
 this fame young fobet= | r 
 
 Shallfoone enjoy. 
 
 your Dukedome- Goad faith, 
 blooded Boy doth not love me, 
 him laugh ; butthats no marvaile, 
 There’s never any of thefe 
 proofe : for thinne drinke doth fo over-coole their blood, 
 and making many Fifh-Meales, that they fall into’ a: kind 
 of Male Greene-fickneffe : and then, when they: marry, 
 they get Wenches-) They are generally 
 
 noraman cannot: make 
 he drinkes no Wine, 
 
 A good Sherris-Sacke hath a twofold operation. indts it 
 
 afeends me into the Braine,dryes me thereall thefeolifh, | 
 which environ it:'makes | _ 
 full of nimble, fiery,{ 1 
 hich deliver’d o're to the Voyce, | 
 hich is the Birth,becomes excellent Wir, | 
 your excellent Sherris, is, the} 
 
 and dull, and crudy Vapours; 
 itapprehenfive,quicke, forgetive, 
 and delectable fhapes 5 w 
 the Tongue, Ww 
 The fecond property of 
 warming of the Blood :. which before (cold, and fetled) 
 
 left the Liver white, and pale: which is the Badge of | ~ 
 
 Pufillanimity,and Cowardize: but the Sherris warmes 
 it, and makes it courfe from the inwards, to the parts 
 
 extremes : itilluminateth the Face, which (asa Beacon) | 4 
 
 gives warning toall the reft of this littl: kingdome(man) 
 toArme: andthenthe Vitall Commoners, and in-land 
 petty {pirits, 
 
 who great, and pufftup with bis retinue, doth any.deed} 
 this Valour comes of Sherris. So, that} — 
 without Sacke (for that | _ ; 
 
 of Courage: and 
 skill in the Weapon isnothing, 
 {ets it aeworke :) and Learning,a meere Hoord of Gold, 
 kept bya Devill, till Sacke commences it, and fets it in 
 act, andufe. Hereof comes it, i 
 
 ant : for the cold blood he did. naturally inherite of his 
 Father, he hath, like leane, 
 nured, husbanded, and tyll’d, with excellent i 
 of drinking gocd, and good ftore of fertile Sherris, that 
 he isbecome very hot, and valiant. 1f1 had a thowfand 
 fonnes, the firft P rinciple I would reach them, fhould be 
 
 totorfiveare thinne Potations, and ro addi& themfelwes | ! 
 
 to Sacke. 
 
 How now Bardolph, 
 Bard. The Army isdifcharged all, and gone. 
 Falst, Let them goe: Ile through Gloue 
 
 Enter Bardolph. 
 
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 and there willl vi fit Matter Robert Shallow, Eiquires 1} 1 
 
 have him already tempering betweene my finger ané- my 
 thombe, and fhortly will I feale with him. Comeaway» 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter King, Warwicke, Clarence, Gloncester- 
 
 King. Now Lords, if heaven doth give fucceffefull end | 
 Tothis Debate that bleedeth at our doores, a | 
 We will our Youth leade on to higher Fields, ; 
 And draw no Swerds, but what are fanctify’d. 
 
 Our Navy is addreffed,our Power collected, « 
 ; Our Subftitutes, in abfence,wcll invefted, 
 And every thing lyes levell to our with ; 
 Onely we want alittle perfonall ftrength : 
 And pawfeus, till thefe Rebels, now a-foot, 
 Come underneath the yoake of Government. t 
 war. Both which we doubt not, but your Majefty 
 
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| Xing, F y (my Sonne of Gloucefter) where is 
 the Prince, your Brother ? 
 Gt. I thinke he’s gone to hunt (my Lord) at Wind- 
 
 King. And how accompanied 2 
 | Glo. Ldoe not know (my Lord) 
 King. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with 
 | him? 
 _ . Gla, No (my good Lord) he is in prefence heere. 
 
 (4ar. What would my Lord, and Father ? 
 
 King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence, 
 How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother 2 
 Heloves thee, andthoudo'ft neglect him (Thomsas.) 
 
 | Thou hafta better place in his Affection, 
 Then all thy Brothers : cherrith it (my Boy) | 
 , And Noble Oificesthou may’ft effed 
 Of Mediation (after | aaxdead) _ 
 | Betweene his Greatneffe, and thy other Brethren. > 
 | Therefore omit him not: blant not his Love, 
 Nor loofe the good advantage of his Grace, 
 | By feeming cold, ar careleffe of his will. 
 For he is gracious, if he be obferv'd : 
 | He hath a Teare for Pitty, and a Hand 
 Open (as Day) for melting Charity : 
 Yet notwithitanding, being incens'd, he’s Flint; 
 As humorousas Winter, and as fudden, 
 As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day. 
 His temper therefore mutt be well obferv'd = 
 Chide him for faults, and doe itreverently, 
 ‘When you perceive his blood enclin’dto mirth : 
 | But being moody, give him Line, and {cope, - 
 Till that his paffions {likea W hale on ground ) = 
 | Confound themfelves with working.Learne this Thomas, 
 “And thou fhalt prove a fhelter to thy friends, 
 ki «=: | A Hoope of gold, to bind thy Brothers in: 
 | Thatthevnited Veffell of their Blood 
 {| (Mingled with Venome of Suggettion, 
 | As force, perforce, the Age wil powre it in) 
 Shall never leake, though it doe worke as ftong 
 As Aconitam , or tafh Gun-powder. m 
 
 Clar. ¥ thall obferve him with all care, and love. 
 ~ King. Why art thounotat Windfor with him (Tho- 
 mab ? ; 
 
 Clor, Hee is not there to day: hee dines in Lon- 
 don. 
 
 ms And .how accompanyéd ? Canit thou tell 
 
 ? 
 Clar. With Pointé, and other his continuall follow- 
 
 ers. : SS. 
 | Kix, Molt fubjed is the fatte Soyleto Weedes: 
 
 | And he (the Noble Image of my Youth ) 
 | Asover-fpread with them : therefore my griefe 
 ie | Stretches it felfe beyond the howre of death. 
 
 __ | The blood-weepes from my heart, when I doe fhape 
 
 ae (in formes imaginary) th'unguided Dayes, 
 _ | And rotten Times, that yeu {hall looke upon, | 
 | When I am fleeping with my Anceftors. , 
 » | For when his head-ftrong Riot hath no Curbe, 
 b ) When Rage and hot-blood are his Counfailors, 
 »’ |_| When Meanes and |lavifh Manners meete to ether , 
 
 __ | Ob, with what Wings thal} his Afections flye 
 | Towards fronting Perill, and oppe.d Decay 2 
 _ | War. My gracious Lord, you look ? beyond. him quite: 
 | The Prince but ftudyes his Companions, 
 i | Likea ftrange Tongue :_ wherein, togaine the Language 
 yh “Tisneedfall, that the moft immedeft word — 
 
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 The fecond Part of. King Henig the Fourth. 
 
 | Looke, heere’s more newes. 
 
 | And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles) 
 _ That our great Grand-fire Edward fick’d, and dy’de. 
 
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 94 
 
 Be look’dupoa, and learn’d ; which once attayn’d, 
 Your Highnefle knowes, comes tono fa:ther ufe, 
 But robe knowne, and hated. So, like groffe termes, 
 The Prince will, in the perfectnefle of ume, 
 Caft off his followers: and their memory 
 Shallasa Patterne, ora Mealure live, 
 By which his Grace muft mete the lives of others, 
 Turaing patt-evills to.advansages. 
 _ Kin. Tisfeldome, when the Bee doth leave her Combe 
 In the dead Carricn, oe 
 Enter Wefimerlana, 
 Who’s heere ? Weffiserland? 
 West. Health to my Soveraigne, and new happineffe 
 Added to that, that lamito deliver. 
 Prince oka, your Sonne, doth kiffe your Graces Hand : 
 | Mowbray, the Bithop, Seroope, Haftiags, and all, 
 Are brought to the Correction of your Law- 
 There is notnow a Rebels Sword unfheath’d, 
 But Peace puts forth her Olive every where : 
 The manner how this Action hath beeng borne, 
 Here (at more ley{ure) may your Highneflereade, 
 With every courfe, in his particular. 
 King.. O Westmerland, thou art a Summer Bird, 
 Whichever in the haunch of Winter fings 
 The lifting up ofday. 
 Enter Harcourt. 
 
 Har. From Enemies ; Heaven keepe your Ma jelty: 
 And when they ftand againft you, may they fall, 
 As thofe that } am come totell youof. 
 The Earle 2 orthamberland, andthe Lord Bardolfe, 
 With a great Power of Englifh,andofScois, 
 Are by the Sherife of Yorkefbire overthrowne : 
 _ The manner, and true order of the fight, 
 This Packet (pleafe it you) containes.atlarge, 
 King. And wherefore fhould thefe good newes 
 Make meficke ? 
 Wiil fortune never come with both hands full, 
 But write her faire words ftill in fouleft Letters 2 
 She either gives a Stomacke, and no food, 
 (Such are the poore, in health) or elfe a Feaft, 
 And takes away the Scomacke (fuch are the Rich, 
 That have aboundance, and enjoy it not.) 
 I fhould rejoyce now, at this happy newes, 
 And now my Sight fayles, and my braine is giddy. 
 O me, come ngere me, now I am much ill. 
 Glo, Comfort your Majetty. 
 (%. Oh, avy Royall Eather- Mee 
 Weft. My foyeraigne Lord, cheare up your felfe, looke 
 up. 
 War. Be patient (Princes) you doe know, thefe Fits 
 Are with his Highnefle very ordinary, 
 Stand from him, give him ayre ; 
 He'le {traight be well. 
 Clar. No, no, he carnot long hold outs thefe pangs, 
 Th inceffané caie, and lebour of his mind, 
 Hath wrought the Mure, that jhould confine it in, — 
 So thinne, that life lookes thpough, and wailbreake’ out, [ 
 Glo. The people feare me : for they doe obferve 
 Vnfather’d Heires, and loathly Births of Nature : 
 The feafons change their manners, asthe ycere 
 Had foiled fome moneths afleepe, and leap’d them over. 
 Cla. The River hath thrice flow’d, no ebbebetweene : 
 
 Say it did fo, a little time before 
 
 - Ware. 
 
The fecond Part of K ing Henry the Fourth. | 
 
 King. Why did youleave me here along (my Lords? ae 
 (Cia. Weleft the Prince ( my Brother) here (my Liege)} 
 
 war. Spedke lower (Princes) for the King’ reco- 
 Verse * 3 
 Glo. This Apoplexy will (certaine) be his end. 
 King. pray you takemeup,and beareme hence 
 Into fome other Chamber : foftly “pray 
 Let there be no noyfe made (my gentle friends) 
 Vnileffe fome dull and favéurable hand 
 Will whifper Muficke to my weary Spirit. 
 war. Callforthe Muticke in the other Roome. 
 King. Set me the Crowne upon my Pillow here. 
 Clar. Hiseye is hollow, and he changes much. - 
 war. Lefle noyfe, Ieffe noyfe. 
 
 Exter Prince Henry. 
 
 Ppi. Hen. Who faw the Duke of Clarence? 
 (la. Lam here ( Brother) full of heavinefle. | 
 Pri, Hen. How now? Raine within doores ; and none 
 abroad ? How doth the King? 
 Glo. Exceeding ill. 
 prj. Hen: Heard he the good newes yet ? 
 ‘Tell it him. | je 
 Glo. He alter’d much, upon the hearing tt- 
 Pri. Hen. If hebeficke with oy, 
 He'l recover without Phy ficke. 
 war. Not fomuch noyfe (my Lords) 
 Sweet Prince fpeake low- i 
 The King, your father, is difpos'd to fleepe. 
 Clar. Let us with-draw into the other Roome. 
 war. Wil pleafe your Grace to goealong with us? 
 Pri, Hen. No:1 will fit, and watch here, by the King: 
 Why doth the Crowne lye there, upon his Pillow, 
 Being fotroublefomea Bed-fellow ? 
 O pollifh’d Perturbation ! Golden Care ! 
 That keep’ft the Ports of flumber open wide, 
 To many a watchfull Night : fleepe with ir now, 
 Yet not {o found,’and haife fo deepely {weet, 
 As he whofe Brow (with homely Biggen bound) 
 Snores out the Watch of Night. O Majefty ! 
 When thou do’ft pinch thy Bearer, thou do’ft fit 
 Likea rich Armor, worne in heatofday, 
 That {calarit with fafety : by his Gates of breath, 
 Therelyesa dowlney feather, which ftirres not : 
 Did he fufpire, thar light and weightlefle dowlne 
 Perforce muft move. My gracious Lord, my Father, 
 This fleepe is found indeed : this isa fleepe, 
 Thar from this Golden Rigoll hath divore'd 
 So many Englifh Kings. Thy due, from me, 
 IsTeares, and heavy Sorrowes of the Blood, 
 Which Nature, Love, and filiall tendernefle, 
 Shall (O deare father) pay thee plentcoufly. 
 My due, from thee, is this Imperial! Crowne, 
 Which (as immediate from thy place, and blood) 
 Derives it felfetome. Loe, heereit fits, 
 Which Heaven fhall guard : 
 And put the worlds whole ftrength into one gyant arme, 
 It fhall not force this Lineall Honor from me, 
 This, from thee, will I ro mine leave, 
 \ As’tis left to me. Exit. 
 Enter Warwicke, Glouceft er, Clarence. 
 
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 King. Warwicke, Gloucefter, Clarence. 
 
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 war. This doore isopen, he isgone this way." ~ >| 
 Glo. He came not throughly the Chamber ‘where Wee 
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 Ring. Whereis the Crowne? who tookeit from my 
 Pillow ? Pye 
 
 heere. 
 
 King. The Prince hath ta’ne ithence : 
 Goe {ceke him out. 
 Is he fohafty , that he doth fuppofe - 
 My fleepe, my death ? Find him (my Lord of Warm 
 Chide him hither : this part of his conjoynes ; 
 With my difeafe, and helpes to end me 
 See Sonnes, what things you are: 
 How quickely Nature falls into revolt, 
 When Gold becomes her Object? 
 For this, the foolifh over-carefull fathers 
 Have broke their fleepes with thoughts, 
 Their braines with care, their bones with induftry, 
 Eor this, they haveingroffed and pyl’e up 
 
 ~The canker’d heapes of ftrange-atchieved Gold: ” aa 
 For this, they have beene thonghrfull, roinveft “J 
 
 Their Sonnes with Arts, and Martiall Exercifes; 
 When, like the Bee; culling from every flower” 
 The vertuous Sweets, our I highes packt with Wax, | 
 Our Mouthes with Honey, we bring ir tothe Hive; 
 And like the Bees, are murthered for our paines. 
 Thisbittertafte yeelds his engroffements, 
 To the ending father. / 
 Enter Warwicke. ; 
 
 Now where is he, that will not ftay fo long, 
 Till his friend fickeneffe hath determin’d me? 
 
 war. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Room 
 Wafhing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes, 
 With fuch a deepe demeanure, in great forrow, 
 That Tyranny, which never quafft but blood, 
 
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 Would (by beholdiag him) have wafh’d his Knife tie . 
 
 With gentle eye-drops. He iscomming hither. ~ 
 
 King. But wherefote did he take away the Crowne? | a 
 
 Enter Prince Henry. 
 
 Loe, where he comes. Come hither to me ( Harry.) ' rae? 
 
 Departthe Chamber, leave us heere alone. , . 3 
 Pri, Hen. Inever thoughtto heare you fpeake againe 
 King. Thy with was father (Harry) to that thought: 
 
 _ I ftay too long by thee, I weary thee. 
 
 Do’ {tthou fo hanger for my empty Chayre, pat 
 That thou wiltneedes inveft thee with mine Honors, — 
 Be forethy howre beripe? Ofoolifhyoutht 
 Thou feck’ the Greatneffe, that will overewhelme thee 
 Stay but alittle : for my Clond of Dignity ~ 
 Is held from falling, with fo weake a winde, 
 
 That it will quickly drop : my Day is dimme. : 
 Thou hatt ftolne that, which after fome few howres _ 
 Werethine,without offence: andatmy death =~ 
 Thou haftfeal’d up my expectation, 
 
 Thy life did manifeft, thou lov’dft me not, 
 
 And thon wilt have me dye affur'd of it, 
 
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 _ | Thou hid’ft a thoufand Daggers in thy thoughts," 
 Which thou haft whetted enthy ftony heart, 
 To ftabbe at halfean howre of mylife. 
 | what? canft thownot forbeare me halfean howre 
 
 Clar. Doth the King call ? eh 
 war. What would your Majefty ? how fares your © ~ 
 Grace? iver wns tat 
 
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 Ther get thee gone, and digge my. grave thy felfe, 
 And bid the merry Belscing to thy eare 
 That thon art Crowned, notthat Iam dead, 
 Letallithe Teares, that fhould bedew my Hearfe 
 | Bedropsof Balme, to faactifie thy head : 
 » | Oaely componnd me with forgotten duit; 
 | Givethat; which gave theelife, unto.the Wormes : 
 | Pluckedowne my Oulicers, breake my Decrees ; 
 | Fornow atime is come, to mocke at forme. 
 fj) | Henry the fifcis Crown’d : Vp Vanity, 
 
 Downe Royall State: All you fage Counfailors, hence : 
 
 _ | And tothe Englifh Court, affetnble now 
 ~ | Fromev’ry Region, Apesof Idlenefle, 
 | Now neighbor-Confines, purge youof your Scum +, 
 | Have yona Rutan that williweare? drinke ? dance? 
 + | Revellthe night? Rob ? Murder ? and commit 
 The oldeft finnes, the newelt kind of wayes ? 
 Behappy, he will trouble youno more: . 
 Englaid ; fhall double gill’d, his trebble guilt. 
 | England, thall give him Oilice, Honor, Might - 
 | Forthe' Fift Harry, from cur’b Licenfe pluckes 
 | The muzzle of Reftraint , and the wild Dogge 
 | Shall fefh his tooth in every Innocent. ; 
 ‘ _ | Omy pooreKingdome (ficke, with civill blowes) 
 | | Whenrhat my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots, 
 ‘| | Whar wilt thou doe, when Ryot is thy Care ? 
 5 | O,thou wilt bea Wilderneffe againe, 
 "| | Peopled with Wolves (thy old Inhabitants. 
 | | Prin. OQ pardon me (my Liege) 
 But formy Teares, 
 The moft Impediments unto my Speech, 
 _. | [had fore-ftall'd this deere, and dcepe Rebuke, 
 - | Ere you (with greefe) had {poke, and I had heard 
 | Thecourte of it {o farre. Thete is your Crowne, 
 And he that weares the Crowne immortally, 
 | Lovg guard it yours: If laffect it more, 
 _ | Thenas your Honour, and as your Renowne, 
 _ | Let me no more from this Obedience rife, 
 | Which my moft true, and inward duteous fpirit 
 _ | Teacheth this proftrare, and exteriour bending. 
 | Heaven witnefle with me, when | beere came in, 
 _ |‘And found no courfe of breath within your Majefty, 
 | Howcold it ftrooke my heart. If I doe faine, 
 _ | Olet me, in my prefent wildeneffe, dye, 
 | And never live, to fhew th'incredulous World, | 
 | The Noble chafigethat I have purpofed. 
 _ | Comming to looke on you, thinking youdead, 
 | (Anddeadalmoft (my Liege) tothinke you were) 
 Ifpake unto the Crowne (as having fenfe) 
 Andthusupbraided it. The Care on thee depending, 
 Hath fed upon the body of my Father, 
 Therefore, thou beit of Gold, art worft of Gold. 
 Other, leffe fine in Charract, is more precious, 
 Preferving life, in Med’cine potable : 
 But thou, moft Fine, moft Honour’d, moft Renown’d, 
 ee the Bearer upe : 
 hus (my Royall Liege) 
 _ | Accnfing it, I put it onmy Head, : 
 ‘\ Totry withit(aswithan Enemy, .. 
 | That had before my face murdred my father) 
 ~ | The Quarrell of a true inheritor,. 
 ) | Butifitdid infe& my blood with joy, 
 is _{ Or {well my Thoughts, to any ftraine of Pride, 
 | HanyRebell, or vaine{piritof mine, 
 Bul Did, with the leaft Affection afa Welcome, 
 yf | } Give entertainment to the might of it, 
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 Let heaven, for ever, keepe it from my head, 
 And make me, as the pooreft Vaflaile is, 
 That doth with awe, and terror knecle to it. 
 King. O my Sonne ! 
 Heaven put it.1o thy mind to takeit hence, 
 That thou mightit joyne the more, thy Fathers love, 
 Pleading fo wifely, in excuf of it. 
 Come hither. Harry ,fit thou by my bed, 
 And heare (I thinke, the very. lateit Counfell 
 That ever 1 fhall breath: Heaven knowes, avy Sonne) 
 By what by-paches, and indirect crook’d-wayes 
 I met this Crowne : and Imy felfe know well 
 How trenblefome it fate upon my head. 
 To thee, it fhall defcend with better Quiet, 
 Better Opinion, better Confirmation : 
 
 - For allthe foyle of the Atchievement goes 
 | With me, into the Earth. Ic {cem’d in me, 
 
 But asan Honor fnatch’d with boyft’rous hand, 
 
 And I had many living, to upbraid 
 
 My gaine of it, by their Affiftances, : 
 Which dayly grew toa Quarrell, and to Blood-fhed, 
 Wounding fuppofed Peace. 
 
 All thefe bold Feares, | 
 
 Thou feeft (with perril!) I have anfwered : 
 
 For all my Reigne, hath beene butasaScane 
 Acting that argument. -And now my death 
 Changesthe Moode: For what in me, was purchas’d, 
 Falles upon thee, in a more Fayrer fort. 
 
 So thou, the Garland wear’ft fuccefiuely, 
 
 Yet, though thou ftand’ft more fure, then I could doe, 
 
 - Thou art not firme enough, fince griefesare greene ; 
 | Andalithy Friends, whichthou muft make thy friends 
 Have but their flings,and teeth, newly taken out, 
 
 By whofe fell working, 1 was firft advanc’d, 
 
 And bywhofe power, I well might lodge a Feare 
 
 To beagaine difplac’d. Whichtoavoyd, 
 
 I cut them off: and had.apurpofe now 
 
 To leade out many to the Holy Land ; 
 
 Leaft reft, and lying ftill, might make them looke 
 
 Tooneere unto my State. 
 
 Therefore (my Harry) 
 
 Be it thy courfe to bafie giddy Mindes 
 
 With Forraigne Quarrels: that AGion hence borneout, 
 
 May walte the memory of the former dayes. 
 
 More would I, but my Luagsare wafted fo, 
 
 That ftrength of Speech is utterly deni’d me. 
 
 How Icameby the Crowne, O heaven forgive : 
 
 And grant it may, withthe, in true peace lives 
 Prin. My gracious Liege: - 
 
 You wonne it ;woreit, kept it, gave it me, 
 
 Then plaineand right muft my poffeffion Le; 
 
 Which I, with more; then witha Common paine, 
 
 *Gaintt all che World, will rightfully maintaine: 
 
 Enter Lord Tobu of Laacafter, 
 and Warwicke. 
 
 King. Looke, looke, 
 Heere comes my ohn of Lancatter : 
 John, Health, Peace, and Happinefle, — 
 To my Royall Father: 
 . King. Thou bring’ ft me happineffe; 
 (Sonne Zobn , 
 
 _ But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is fowne 
 
 From this bare, wither'd Trunke. Ypon thy fight 
 My worldly bufinefle makes a period. Ss 
 Where | 
 
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| Where ismy Lord of Warwicke ? 
 | Prin. My Lord of Warwicke. 
 King. Doth any name particular, belong 
 Vnto theLodging, where firft did {woon'd? 
 War. Tis call’d erufalem, my Noble Lord. 
 Kin. Laud beto heaven: 
 Even there my life muft end. 
 | It hath beene prophefi’de to me many yeares, 
 1 I fhould not dye, but in Zernfalem : 
 | Which (vainely ) I fuppos'd the Holy-Land. 
 | But beareme to that Chamber, there He lye ? 
 
 Inthat /ersfalem, {hall Harry dye. Exeunt. 
 
 eA ilus Quintus. Scena ‘Prima 
 
 Fee as —— 
 
 Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaffe, Bardolfe, 
 Page, and Davy. 
 
 | shal. By Cockeand Pye, you fhall not away to night. 
 
 | What Davy, fay. 
 
 | Fal, You muft excufe me, Matter Robert Shallow. 
 
 | = Shal, 1 willnotexeufe you: you fhall not be excuftd. 
 Excufes fhall not be admitted : there is no excufe thal 
 ferve: you fhallnotbe excus’d. 
 Why Davy. 
 
 Davy. Heere fir. 
 
 Shal, Davy,Davy,Davy, let melee (Davy) let me fee: 
 William Cooke, bid him comehither. Sir Zohn, you fhall 
 
 | not be excus’d. 
 
 Davy. Marry fir, this: thofe Precepts cannot bee 
 ferv’d : and againe fir, fhall wefowe the head-land with 
 Wheate ? 
 
 Shal. With red Wheate Davy.But for Wiliam Cooke: 
 
 | are there no yong Pigeons ? 
 
 Davy. Yee Sir. « 
 
 1 Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing, 
 | And Plough-Irons. . 
 
 Shal. Letitbe caft, and payde : Sir Jobx, you fhall 
 not be excufd. 
 
 Davy. Sir,anew linketothe Bucket muft needes be 
 had : And Sir, doe you meane to ftoppeany of Williams 
 Wages, about the Sacke he loft the other day,at Hinckley 
 Fayre ? 
 
 Shal, He fhall anfwer it : 
 
 Some Pigeons Davy, a couple of fhort-lege’d Hennes : a 
 joyntof Mutton, and any pretty little tine Kickfhawes, 
 ‘tell Wiliam Cooke. 
 
 Davy. Doththe man of Warre, flay all night fir ? 
 
 Shal. Yes Davy: 
 
 Twill ufe him well. A friendi’th Court, is better thena 
 penny in purfe. Vie his men well Davy, for they are ar- 
 rant Knaves,and will backe-bite. 
 
 Davy. No worle then they are bitten, fir: For they 
 have marvellousfowle linnen. 
 
 Shal. Well conceited Davy: about thy Bufineffe, 
 
 | Davy. 
 
 Davy. I befeech you fir, 
 
 | Tocountenance Wiliam Usfor of 
 | gent Perkes of the hill. 
 
 Shal. Thereare many Complaints Davy, againft that 
 
 bd oly that Usfor is av arrant Knaye, on my know- 
 
 See ete Aa 
 
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 Henry the Fourth. 
 Davy. Igraunt your Worfhip,that he isa knave Sir; | 
 But yct heaven forbid Sir, but a Knave fhould have fome | 
 Countenance,at his Friends requeft. An honeft man fir,} 
 is able to fpeake for himfelfe,whena Knave is not. have | 
 ferv’d your Worthip truely fir, thef@ eight yeeres: and | 
 if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare outa knave,} 
 againtt an honeft man,I have but a very little credite with | 1 
 your Worthip. The Knaveis mine honelt Friend: Sir, | 
 therefore I befeech your Worfhip, let him be Coante. 
 nanc’d. 
 Shal, Goe too, PN cay 
 I fay he fhall have no wrong: Looke about Davy.” 
 Where are you Sir John? Come, oft with your Boots, 
 Give me your hand Matter Bar doffe. Ae 
 Bard. 1am glad to fee your Worfhip. aD 
 Shal. Ithanke thee, with all my heart, kind Mafter 
 Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow : ed 
 Come Sir John. : Be 
 Fait. Me follow you, good Mafter Robert Shallow. | 
 Bardolfz, looke to our Horfes. It I were faw'de into} 
 Quantities, 1 fhould make foure dozen of fuch bearded } 
 Hermites flaves, asMafter Shallow. It is a wonderfull | 
 thing to fee the femblable Coherence of his mens fpitits, | 
 and his: They,by obferving of him ,doe beare themfelves | 
 like foolith Inftices: He, by converfing with them, 18) 
 turn’d intoaTuftice-like Servingman- Their {pirits are} 
 fo married in Conjunétion, with the participationof So- 
 ciety, that they flocke together in confént, like foma-} 
 ny-Wilde-Geefe. If I had a {uite to Mafter Shallow, 1 | 
 would humour his men, with the imputation of hn | Be 
 neere their Mafter. 1ftohisMen, I would cysry with | — 
 Matter Shallow, that no man could better command his | 
 Servants. It iscertaine, that either wife bearing, whe” 
 norant Carriage is caught, as men take difeafes, one Ot} 
 another: therefore, let men take heede of their Compa- | 
 ny- I will devife matter enough out of this Shallow, to | — 
 keepe Prince Harry in continual! Laughter, the wearing | — 
 out of fix Fafhions (which is foure Tearmes) or twoAce |” 
 
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 | tions, and he fhall laugh with Jatervadlums. O itismuch | ‘} 
 
 that a Lye (witha flight Oath) anda jeft (witha fad | 
 brow) willdoe, witha Fellow, that never had the Ache | — 
 in his fhoulders. O you fhallfee him laugh, till his Face tee 
 be like a wet Cloake, ill laid up. Cae 
 
 Shal. Sir lohn. 
 
 Falft. Icome Mafter Shallow , IcomeM 
 
 after Shallor, | 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 oS ee ae ir sake 
 - or 
 
 Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord 
 Chiefe Inftice. 
 
 —_ How now; my Lord Chiefe Inftice, whither 
 awa y ? bye x i 
 (hei. Luft. How doththe King ? “i 
 War. Exceeding well : his Cares 
 Are now,all ended, 
 Chei. Inst. Thope, not dead. | 
 War. He's walk’d the way of Nature, 
 And to our purpofes, he lives no more. a 
 Cheis Inft. 1 would his Majefty had call’d me with! 
 ‘The fervice, that I truely did his life. bebaby: 
 Hath left me open toll injuries. 
 
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 | War. Indeed! thinke the yong King loves you not. 
 | (bei. Tuft 1 know he doth not, and doe arme my felfe 
 | To welcome the condition of the Time, 
 | Whichcannot looke more hideoufly upon me, 
 | Then I have drawne it in my fantafie. 
 Ener Iohn of Lancafter, Gloucefer, 
 and (larcnce. 
 
 _ War. Heere come the heavy iffue of dead Harry : 
 _O, that the living Harry had the temper 
 Of him, the wortt of thefe three Gentlemen : 
 How many Nobles then, fhould hold their places, 
 That mutt ftrike {aile, to Spirits of vildefort? _. 
 Chei. Inst. Alas, feare,all willbeover-turn’d. | 
 John. Good morrow Cofin Warwicke, good morrow: 
 Glos. Clar. Good morrow, Cofin. 
 Jobn, We meet , like men, that had forgot to {peake. 
 War, Ne doeremember: but our Argument 
 Isall t90 heavy, to admit mach talke. (heavy. 
 John. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made us 
 Chei. lufi. Peace be with us, leaft we be heavier. 
 Glow, O, good my Lord,you have loft a friend indeed: 
 And I dare {weare, you borrow not that face 
 Of feeming forrow, it is fure your owne. 
 Zobn. Though no man be aflur’d what grace to find, 
 You ftand in coldeft expetation. 
 Tam the forrier, would ’twere otherwife. 
 (/a. Well,you muft now {peake Sir John Falstaffe faire, 
 Which fwimmes againft your ftreame of Quality. 
 Chei. Init. Sweet Princes :what I did, I did in Honor, 
 
 Y | Led by th’Imperiall Conduct of my Soule, 
 
 And never fhall youfee, that I will begge 
 A ragged, and fore-{tall'd Remiffion. 
 If Troth, and upright Innocency faile me, 
 Heto the King (my Mafter) that isdead, 
 And tell him, who hath fent me after him. 
 War. Heerecomes the Prince. 
 
 Enter Prince Henry. 
 
 Ch, Inff.Good morrow: and heaven {ave your Majefty 
 Prin. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Majefty, 
 
 ~ | Sitsnot fo eafie on mes you thinke. 
 | Brothers, you mixe your Sadnefle with fome Feare: 
 
 This is the Englith, not the Turkith Court: 
 Not Amurah,an Amurabuccecds, 
 
 ‘y But Harry, Harry: Yet be fad (good Brothers) 
 
 For (to {peake truth) it very well becomes you : 
 Sorrow, fo Royally in youappeares, 
 
 ’ | That I will deepely put the fafhion on, 
 
 And weare itin my heart. Why then be fad,’ 
 
 _ | But entertaine no more of it (good brothers) 
 
 | Thena joynt burthen, laid upon us all. 
 
 | Forme, by Heaven (I bid you be affur'd) 
 
 - 
 __| Uebe your Father,and your Brovher too : 
 
 _ | Let me but beare your Love, Ie beare your Cares 
 
 But weepe that Harry’s dead, and fo will I. 
 __{ But Harry lives, that fhall convert thofe Teares 
 _ | By number, into houres of Happineffe. 
 ; Tohn, ce. We hopenoother from your Majefty. _ 
 | _ Prin. Youalllooke ftrangely on me: and you moft. 
 _} You are (I thinke aflur’d, Ilove you nor. 
 
 rightly) 
 
 | _ Chei. In5¢, Lam affar’d (if 1 be meafiur’d 
 $ Your Majefty hath no juft caufeto hate me. 
 
 _| . PrsNo? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget 
 | So great Indignities youlaid upon me? 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
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 What? Rate ? Rebuke? and roughly fendto Prifon 
 Th'immediate Heire of England? Was this cafie @ 
 May this be wath’d in Lerhe,and forgotten ? 
 
 : Ches. Inst, I then did ufe the Perfon of your Father ; 
 The Image of his power, lay then in me, 
 
 And inth’adminiftration of his Law, 
 
 Whiles I was bufie for the Commonwealth, 
 
 Your Highneffe pleated to forget my place, 
 
 The Majefty, and power of Law, and Iuttice, 
 
 The Image of the King, whom I prefented, 
 
 And ftrooke me inmy very Seate of Tudgement: 
 Whereon (asan Offender to your Father) 
 
 ! gavebold way to my Authority, 
 
 And did commit you. Ifthe deed were ill. 
 
 Be you contented , wearing now the Garland . 
 
 To haveaSonne, fet your Decreesat naught? 
 
 To plucke downe Iuitice from your awefull Bench? 
 To trip the courfe of Law, and bluntthe Sword 
 That guards the peace, and fafety of your Perfon? 
 Nay more, to fpurne at your moft Royall Image, 
 And mocke your workings, in aSecond body? 
 Queftion your Royall Thoughts, make the cafe yours: 
 Be now the Father, and propofea Sonne : 
 
 Heareyeur owne dignity fo much prophan’d, 
 
 See your moft dreadfull Lawes, fo loofely flighted ; 
 Behold your felfe,fo by a fonne’difdained : 
 
 And then imagine me, taking you part; 
 
 And in your power, foft filencing your Sonne : 
 
 After this cold confiderance, fentence me ; 
 
 And ,as youarea King, {peake in your State, 
 
 What | have done, that misbecame my place, 
 
 My perfon, or my LiegesSoveraignty. 
 
 Prin. You are right Iuttice, and you weigh this we Il’: 
 Therefore ftill beare the Bailance,and the Sword : 
 And I doe with your Honors may encreafe, 
 
 Till you doe live, to {ee a Sonne of mine 
 
 Offend yon, and obey you, as I did, 
 
 So fhall i live, to fpeake my Fathers words ; 4 
 
 Happyam J, that havea man fo bold, 
 
 That dares doe Iuttice, on my proper fonne ; 
 
 And nolefle happy, having fucha Sonne, 
 
 That would deliver up his Greatneffe fo, 
 
 Into the hands of Iuftice. Youdid commit me: 
 
 For which, 1.do¢ commit into your hand, 
 
 Th’unftained Sword that you have us'd tobeare : 
 
 Withthis Remembrance; That you ufe the fame 
 
 With the like bold, juft, andimpartiall {pirit 
 
 As youhavedone’gainit me. There is my hand, 
 
 You fhall be asa Father, tomy Youth: fg 
 
 My voyce fhall found, as youdoe prompt mine eare, 
 
 And I will ftoope, and humblemy intents, 
 
 To your well-practis’d, wife Directions. 
 
 Aad Princes all , beleeve me, I befeech you: 
 
 My father is gone wilde into his Grave, 
 
 (For inhis Tombe, lye my Affections) 
 
 And with his Spirits, fadly I furvive, — 
 
 To mockethe expectation of the World : 
 
 To fruftrate Prophefies, andro race out 
 
 Rotten opinion, who hath writ me downe 
 
 After my feeming. The Tide of Blood in me, 
 
 Hath prewdly flow’din Vanity, till now, 
 
 Now doth it turne, andebbe backe to the Sea, 
 
 Where it fhall mingle with the ftate of floods, 
 
 And flow henceforth in formall Majefty. 
 
 Now call we our High Court of Parliament, ; 
 
 And let us choof¢ fuch Limbes of Noble —. 
 ‘ is 
 
The fecond Part of King Henry theFourth. 
 
 That the great Body of our State may goe 
 
 In equallranke, with the beft govern’d Nation, . 
 "That warre, or Peace, or both at once may be 
 
 As things acquainted and familiar to us, 
 
 In which you (father) fhall have formoit hand, 
 
 ‘Our Coronation done, we willaccite 
 
 (AsI before remembred) all our States 
 
 And heaveri (configning to my good intents ) 
 
 No Pritice, nor Peere, fhall have juftcanfe to fay; 
 Heaven fhorten Harries happy life,oneday.  Exesnt, 
 
 [eon ee a 
 
 Scana Tertia. 
 
 Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Silence, Bar dolfe, 
 Page, and Piffoll. 
 
 Shal. Nay; you fhall fee mine Orchard where, in an 
 Arbor we wilieatea laft yeres Pippin of my owne graf- 
 fing, withadith of Carrawayes, and fo forth : Come 
 cofin Silence,and then to bed. 
 
 Fal. You have heerea goodly dwelling, anda rich: 
 
 Shalt. Barren, barren, barren : Beggersall,beggers. all 
 Sir Joba : Marry, goodayre. Spread Davy, {pread Davy: 
 Well faid Davy. 
 
 Falst. This Davy ferves you for good ufes : he is your 
 Servingman, and your Husband. 
 
 Shal. A good Varlet,a good Varlet; avery good Var- 
 let, Sir John : I have drunke too much $acke at, Supper. 
 A food Varlet. Now fit downe,now fit downe + Come 
 Cofin. 
 
 Sil A firra (quoth-a) we fhall doe nothing but eate, 
 and make good cheere, and praifeheaven for the merry 
 yeere: when flefh is cheape,and Females deere,and lufty 
 Ladsrome heere, and there : fo merrily,and ever among 
 
 | fo merrily: 
 | Falgt. There’s a merry heart, good Matter Silence, Ile 
 give you health for that anon. 
 
 Shai. Good Matter Bardolfe: fome wine, Davy. 
 
 Dav. Sweet fir, fit : Ile be with you anon: moft fweet 
 fir, fit. Malter Page, good Mafter Page, fit: Proface. 
 
 - What you want in meate, we'll have in drinke + but you 
 beare, theheart’sall. —- 
 - Shal.Be merry Mafter Bardolfe, and my little Souldior 
 there, be'merry« rts 
 | Sid. Bemerry,be merry, my wife ha’s alt. 
 For womenare Shrewes, both fhort: and tall : 
 "Tis merry in Hall, when Beards waggeall; 
 And welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry. 
 Falst. Udid not thinke Matter Silence had beenea man 
 of this Mettle- 
 Sil. Who I? I havebeene merry twice and once; ere 
 now- , 
 Davy, There isa dith of Lether-coatsfor you- 
 Shal. Davy. 
 Dav. Your Worfhip: Tle be with you firaights A 
 cup of Wine, fir 2. 
 Sil.’ A Cup of Wine,that’s briske and fine, and drinke 
 unto the Leman mine : and a merry heart lives long-a. 
 Falf. Wellfaid, Matter Silence. 
 Sile. If we fhall be merry, now comes in the {weet of 
 the night. 
 aii, Health, and long life to you, Mafter Silence. 
 
 Site, Fillthe Cup, andletit come. Ile pledge you a} 
 mile to the Bottome: a 
 Shal. Honelt Bardolf ,welcome: Tf thou want’ft any 
 thing,and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart. Welcome my | 
 little tyne theefe ,and welcome indeed too : Tle drinke to | 
 
 Matter Bardoffe, and to all the Caviteroes about London. } 
 
 Davy. I hope to fee London, once ere I dye. 
 Bard. If I might {ee youthere, Davy. 
 
 Shal. You'll cracke a quart together? Ha, will you not : 4 
 
 Matter Bardolfe? 
 Bar. YesSir,ina pottle pot 
 
 Shal. Ithanke thee : the knave will fticke by thee, 1} 
 can aflure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. | 
 
 Bard. And Ie fticke by him, fir- 
 
 Shal.W hy there {poke a King: lack nothing. be merry, 
 Looke,; who’s at doore there, ho = who knockes? 
 
 Fal; Why now you have done me right. 
 
 Sit, Doe me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo, Is't 
 not fo? es 
 
 Fal. *Tis fo. wae 
 
 Sil. Is’? Why then fay an old man can doe fomewhat. 
 
 Das, Ifit pleafe your Worthip, there’s one ‘Piltell f u 
 
 come from the Court with newes- 
 Falit. Fromthe Court ? Let him come in. 
 Enter Pistol. 
 How now Piftoll ? 
 PiSt. Sir Iobn, fave youfir- 
 Falst, What winde blew you hither, Pistoll? 
 
 Pist. Not theill winde which blowes none to goed, | ® 
 fweet Knight : Thouart now one of the greateft men in} 
 
 the Realme. 
 
 Barfon. 
 
 Pist, Puffe? puffe inthy teeth, moft recreant Coward : ‘ 
 bafe. Sir Jobn, fam thy Piftoll, and thy friend shelter) 
 skelter have I rode to thee, and tydings doe bring, and | 
 
 lucky joyes, and golden Times, and happy Newes ¢ 
 price. : 
 
 orld, 
 Pift. A footra for the World, and Worlings bafe, 
 I {peake of Affrica, and Golden loyes. hee 
 
 Fal. O bafe Affyrian Knight, what is thy newes? a4 
 
 Let King (ovitha know thetruththereof. — 
 Sit. And Rebin-hood, Scarlet, and Jobn. 
 
 Pift. Shall dunghill Curres coafront the Hellicons? 4 c i 
 
 And fhall goodnewes be baffel’d ? 
 
 Then Piftoll lay thy head in Furies lappe. 
 Shal. Honel{t Gentleman, 
 
 I know not your breeding: 
 
 Pit. Why then Lament therefore. 
 
 Shal. Give me pardon, Sir. ; roe nit 
 If fir, you come with newes from the Court, 1 take 
 there isbut two wayes, either to utter thea, Or tocon 
 ceale them. I am Sir, under the King, in fome Authorit 
 
 Pift, Vader which King ? sted 
 Bexonsan, {peake, or dye. 
 
 Shal. Vader King Harry. 
 
 Pist. Harry the Fourth 2or Fift? 
 
 Shal. Harry the Fourth. 
 
 Pit. A footra for thine Office. 
 
 Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kinne, now isKing,; = | 
 
 Harry the Fift’s theman, I {fpeake the truth. 
 When Piftoll lyes, doe this, and figge-me, like 
 The bragging Spaniard. 
 
 Sil. Indeed, I thinkehebe, but Goodman Pufe of E 
 
 Fal. 1 prethee now deliver them, like a man of this 4 
 
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The fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. | 
 
 Fal. What, is the old King dead ? 
 Pit As daile in doore. 3 
 Thethings I {peake, are jut. Abe 
 Fal. ‘Away Bardolpb, Saddle my Horfe, Scand Quinta. 
 Matter Robert Shallow, choofe what Oitice thou wilt : i wee 
 In the Land,’tisthine. Péto/, Iwill double charge thee | -——_______. ehhe dt 5 
 
 With Dignities: 
 
 Bard. Qj syfullday : - Enteriwo Groomes, » 
 
 I would not take.a Knighthood for my Fortune: 1.Groo, More Rufhes, more Rufhes. 
 
 Pift, What?Ido bring good newes- 2.Groo. The Trumpetshave founded twice. 
 
 Fal. Carrie Mafter Silenceto bed : Mafter Shallow, my 1.Groo, It willbe two of the Ciocke, ere they come 
 Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward. | frou the Coronation. ; Exit Groo. 
 Get on thy Bootes, wee'l ride all night. Oh {weet Piftoll: 
 
 | Away Bardolfe: Come FP iftoll, utter more to mee : and Enter Falftaffe, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolfe,and P ages 
 
 withall devife fomething to doe thy felfegood. Boote, 
 | boote Mafter Shallow, I know the young King is ficke for Falftaffe. Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shahow, 1 will 
 mee. Let ustake any mans Horffes: The Lawesof Eng- | makethe Kingdoyou Grace. Iwillleere upon him, as 
 | land are at my command’ment. Happie arethey ,. which | he comesby: ahd dobut marke the countenance that he 
 | have beene my Friends: and woe unto my Lord Chiefe | will give mes‘ 
 | Inftice. Pifrol, Bleffe thy Lungs, good Knight. 
 | Pit. Let Vultures vil'defeize on liis Lungs alfo : Fal: Come heere Psfol, {tand behind me. O ifT had 
 | Whereis the life that late Iled, fay they ? had timeto have made new Liveries, I would have bez 
 Why heere itis, welcome thofe pleafanitdayes. Exesnt. | ftowed the thonfand pound I borrrwed ofyou,Bnt it is 
 no matter, this pooreshew doth better: this doth inferre 
 the han I had to fee him. 
 Shal. It doth fo. 
 Scena Quar ta. Falst. \t fhewes my earneftneffe in affection; 
 Pit, It doth fo. 
 cay & Fal. My devotion. 
 “ Enter Hosteffe Duickl, , Dol Teare-fhecte, Pst. It doth, it doth, it doth. 
 and Beadles. Fat. Asit were,to ride day and night, 
 ‘| And not todeliberate, not to remember, 
 
 ' | _ Hoffefe. No, thou arrantknave: I would I might dye, | Not to have patience to fhiftme: 
 4 | thatI might havetheehang’d ; Thou haft drawne my | Sal. It is moft certaine. : 
 a | fhoulder out of joynt. Fal. But to ftand {tained with Travaile, and fweating 
 | Off. The Conftables have deliver’d her over tomee: | Withdefire to fee him, thinking ofnothing elfe , putting 
 | and {hee fhall have Whipping cheere enough, I warrant | ll affayresin oblivion, as if there were nothing elfe to be 
 | her. There hath beene aman or two (lately) kill’d about | done, but tofee him, 
 | her. _ Pift, "Tis femper idem ; for ab/que hoc nibil eff. ’Tis all 
 | Dols Nut-hooke, mut-hooke, you Lye : Come on, Ile | {e€very part. 
 |_| tell thee what, thou damn’d Tripe-vifag’d Rafcall, if the | Sal. “Tisfoindeed. | 
 | Childe I now go with, do mifcarrie, thou had’ft better Paft.My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liver, and 
 
 | thowhad’ft ftrooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac’d Vil- | make thee rage. Thy Do/,and Helen of thy noblethoughts 
 > 4 laine. . is in bafe Durance , and contagious prifon : Hall’d thie 
 
 Hof. O that Sir Iobnwere come , hee would make | ther bymoft Mechanicaliand durty hand. Rowze uppe 
 thisa bloody day to fome body. But I would the Fruite | Revenge from Eboo den , with fell Alecto’s Snake , for 
 
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 i) Of her Wombe might mifcarry. : Dot isin. Piftol,{peakes nought but trosh. 
 | Officer. If itdoe, you fhall haveadozen of Cuthions | Faé. I will deliver her. 
 | againe, you have but eleven now. Come, Icharge you | _ Pstel. There roard the Sea; and Trumpet Clangour 
 _ \bothge withme: forthe man isdead, that youand Pi- founds. 
 | ftoll beate among you. 
 ~ | Dol. Me tell thee what, thon thin man in aCenfor ; I The Trumpets (ound. Enter King Henrie the 
 __twillhave youasfoundly fwindg’d for this, you blew- Fife, Brothers, Lord Chiefe 
 ie | Bottel’d Rogue : you filthy faml(h’d Corre¢tioner, if you Luftice. 
 yl” | benot fwing’d Ile forfweare halfe Kirtles. 
 t { Off. Come, come, you fhee-Knight-arrant,comes Falst. Save thy Grace, King Hail, my Royall Hal. 
 | Hoit.O, that right fhould thus o’re come mights Well | _ Pit. The heavensthee guard, and keepe , moft royall 
 | of fufferance, comes eafe. | Impe of Fame. 
 | , Dol, Come you Rogue, come : Fal. ’Savethee my {weet Boy. 
 | Bring me to a Iuftice. King. My Lord Chiefe jutftice, fpeake to that vaine | 
 _ | Ho§. Yes,come you ftarv’d Blood-hound. man. 
 4 Del, Goodman death, goodman Bones. Ch. Inst. Have you your wits? 
 ie Hoff. Thou Anatomy, thiou. . Know you what’tis you fpeake ? , 
 |) | Dol.Come you thinne Thing : Falst.. My King, my Iove; I {peaketo thee, my heart. 
 (ee Come you Rafcall. King. I know thee not, old man : Fall tothy Prayers ; | 
 
 ‘ T have. 
 
 : 4 Of. Very well. Exeunt. | How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iefler ? 
 ys ) : 
 
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 “The Fecond Part of King Henry the Fourth. 
 
 Thave long dream’d of fuch a kinde of man, Shal. I cannot wellperceive how; unleffe you fhould| ~ 
 So furfeit-fwell’d, fo old, and fo prophane give me your Dublet, aud ftuffe mee out with Straw, 1] 
 But being awake, I dodefpife my dreame. befeech you, goood fir Zohn, let me have five hundredof| 
 Makeleffe thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, — mythoufand. . b.Mh 1a 
 Leave gourmandizing; Know the Grave doth gape Fal, Sir; 1 willbe as good asmy word. Thisthatyon | 
 Forthee, thrice wider then for other men. heard, was but acolour. vie 
 Reply not tome, with a Foole-borne left, Shall. Acolour I feare, that you will dye in SirJobn, | 
 Prefame not, thatlamthethingL was, Fal. Feare no colours, go with me to dinner: | : 
 For heaven doth know (fo fhall the world perceive) Come Lieutenant Piffol, come Bardélfe, Be % 
 That I have turn’d. away my former Selfe, I fhall be fent for foone at night. ; AS 
 So will ithofe that kept me Companie. Ch. luff. Go carry Sir Toba Falstaffetothe Fleete, © - 
 When thou doft heare Iam, as I have bin, Take all his company along with him. A bod ae 
 
 Approach me, and thou fhalt beasthou was’t Fat. My Lord;my Lord. oe i 
 The Tutor aud the Feeder of my Riots s _ Ch.Juft. T cannot now fpeake; 1 will heareyoufoone:; } 
 Till then, I banifh thee, on paine of death, Take them aways pS 
 
 As} have donethe reft of my Mifleaders, Piffs Si fortuna me tortwento,[herame contento, e 
 Not tocome neere our Perton, by ten mile. Exit. Manet Lancaster and ChiefeIuftices \ ; 
 
 For competence of life, 1 will allow you, John. Wike this faire proceeding of the Kings, ; a 
 That lacke of meanes enforce you notto evill: He hath intent his wonted Followers mg ab 
 And as we heare youdoredeeme your felves, Shall be very well provided for : : hes) 
 Weill: according to your ftrength, and qualitics, .. But are banifht, till their converfations 95 
 Giue youadvancement. Beit your charge (myLord) | Apeare more wife, and modeft inthe worlds!/ 2: vic) PF 
 To fee perform’d the tenure of our word. Set on. Ch:lu&. And fo they are. ‘oul vd 
 
 zee. 5 5 wr Exit King. Tohn. The King hath call'd hs Parliament, 
 Fal. Mafter Shallow, 1 owe you a thoufand pound. My Lord. ee 
 Shal. V marry Sir Soba, which! befeech you tolet mee Ch.Juit. He hath. . 
 have home with me. - John. { willlay oddes, that cre this yeere expire, 4 
 Fal. That can hardly be. M. Shallow,do not you grieve | Webeare our Civil Swords, and Native fire i’ 
 
 at this :I fhall befent for in privateto him : Looke you, | As farre as France. I heard a Bird fo fing, 
 he mutt feeme thus to the world : fearenot your advances | Whofe Muficke (to my thinking) pleas’ the King. 
 ment: I will betheman yet, that fhallmake you great. | Come, willyou hence? Exeunt, | 
 
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 EPILOGVE. 
 
 FRST,myFeare : then , my Curtefie: laft, my Speech. 
 || My Feare, is your Displea(ure : My Curtefie, my Dutie : 
 
 (C'| And riny fpeech, toBeggeyour Pardons. Ff you looke for a 
 
 Bi cood (peech now , youundoe me: For what Ihave tofay , 
 
 OE y of mine owne making: and what (indeed ) F fhould fay , will 
 > 1 ODe|| ( J doubt) proove mine owne marring. But to the Purpofe, 
 
 Le aS 
 
 and fotothe Venture. Bee it knowne to yots (as it % very 
 well) F was lately here inthe end of a difpleafing Play , topray your Patience for 
 it, and to promife youa Better : J did meane ( indeede ) to pay you with this, which 
 
 if (like an ill Venture) it come unluckily home , f breake ; and you , my gentle Cres 
 
 ditors lofe. Here Ipromift you 7 would bee, and beere I commit my Bodie to your 
 Mercies : Bate me fome,and 7 will pay you fome, and ( as moft Debtors doe ) promife, 
 jou infinitely. tig Sige git ee ; ti 
 If my Torigue édnitot entreate you to acquit me : will you command mee toufe 
 my Legges? And yet that were but light payment, to Dance out of your ‘debt : But 
 a good ( onfcience, will make any pofsible facisfaétion, and fo will 7. All the Gena 
 tlewomen here, have forgotten me, if the Genilewomen willnot . then the Gentlemen 
 doe not agree with the Gentlewomien , which was never feene before , in Such an Af- 
 One word more, Ibefeech you: ifyou be not toomuch cloid withFat Meate , om 
 humble Author will continue the ftory (with Six ohn init) and make youmerry 
 with faire Katherine of France: where ( for any thing’ F know ) Falftaffe phall 
 dye of afweat ,unleffe already be bee kill’'d with your hard Opinions: For Old-Caftle 
 dyed a martyr , and this is not the man. My T ongue  wearte; ‘when my Legs are too, 
 F will bid you good night ; and fo kneele downe before you : (But indeed) to pray for 
 
 — the Queene. 
 
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 Mae Sy ite,’ 
 
 NAMES. 
 
 > VMOVR the Prefentor. 
 Bt By King Henry the Fourth, : 
 " Prince Henry, afterwards Crowned King Henry the Fift. 
 Prince Joba of Lancafter. 
 
 Humpbreyof Glan Sonn to Henry the Fourth and brethren to Henry the Fift. egy 
 Thomas of Clarence, | ; 
 
 Northumberland. 
 
 The Arch-Bifhop of Yorke. 
 Mowbray. oe 
 Haftings,” bot X Oppofites againft King Heary the 
 Lerd Bardolfe. AT Fourth, F Sain 
 Travers. 
 
 Morton. , 
 
 Colevile, 
 
 Warwicke. | : ? Pointz. 3 
 Wettmerland, | Falftaffe, 
 Surrey. LOf the Kings. Bardolphe, _ | Irregular 
 Gowre. Partie. 1  Piftoll. F Humorifts, 
 Harecourt. °°) | Peto, & | 
 Lord Chiefefuftice. roan cide, RABE. \ 
 Shallow... Both Country 
 
 Silence. ~~ Sluftices *’ ; 
 
 Davie;Servantito Shallow: «© Drawers ~\\Northumberlands Wife, 
 Phang,and/Snare,2.Serjeants  Beadles. Percies Widdow. 
 Moulds i itt de ohare Groomes _ Hoftelife Quickly. 
 Shadow, Doll Teate-fheete, 
 
 Feeble: 
 
 Wart. CC bintry Soldiers ue ‘Epilogue. 
 Bullcalfe. 2 eee ‘ 
 
Enter Prologue. 
 
 q rere diac Fire ta would altend 
 
 The brighteft Heaven of Inventién 
 
 F _ | A Kingdome for a Stage, Princes to AG, 
 | And Monarches to behold the fwelling Scene. 
 | Then foonld the warlike Harry like him/elfe, 
 
 Alfume the Port of Mars, and at his heeles Sai 
 (Leafht ix,tske hounds ) honld F amine, Sword, and F sre 
 Crouch for employment. Lut pardon, Gentles alt : 
 
 | The flat nures/ed Spirks that hack dev'd, 
 On this unworthy Scaffold, to bring forth 
 
 x So great an Objett. Can this Ceck-Pit hold 
 
 The vaftie field of France?.Or may we cramnse 
 Within this WooddenO, the very (askes 
 
 That did affright the Ayre ateAgincourt ? 
 
 O pardon : fincea crooked Figure may, 
 
 | | Attest in little place a Million, 
 
 3 And let 43, Cyphers to this great Accompt, 
 
 “et | Gently to heare, kindly to judge our Play. © 
 
 On your smaginarie Forces worke, 
 
 | Sappofe withte the Girdle of thefe Walls 
 
 Are now confin' d two mightie Mon arches, 
 
 Whefe high, up-reared, and abutting Fronts, 
 
 The perilous narrow Ocean parts afunder. | 
 Peece out our imperfections with your thoughts : 
 Lntoa thonfand parts devideone Man, 
 
 eind make imaginarie Puiffance. 
 Thinke when we talke of Horfes, that you fee them 
 ‘Printing their prowd Hoofesi’ th’ receivin ig Earth : 
 For'tis your thoughts that now mnft decke aur K. ings, 
 Carry them here and there: lamping o're Times ; 
 Turning th’ accomplifhment of many yeeres 
 
 Into an Houre-glaffe : for she which {upplie} 
 Admit me Chorus to this Hiftorie ; 
 
 Who Prologue-like, your humble patience pray, 
 
 £ Xt e 
 
 Actus primus. Scena Prima. | 
 a 
 
 Entor the twa Bifbops of Canterbury and Ely. 
 Bifhs Cant. 
 
 2 ES Was like, and had indeed againftus paft, 
 ea eeay But that the {cambling and unguiet time 
 ~~ Did pufh it out of farther queition. 
 
 Bifo. El. But how my Lord thall we refifk it now ? 
 
 Bith.( ant. it mutt be thought on: ifit patie againft us, 
 
 Welofe the better part of our Poffeffian : 
 
 i | For all the Temporall lands, which men devout 
 
 4 
 a 
 
 By Teftament have given to the Church, 
 
 Would they ftrip fromus; being valu’d thus, 
 
 As much as would maintaine, to the Kings honor, 
 Full fifteene Earles, and fifteene hundred Knights, 
 Six thoufand and two hundred good Efquires : 
 
 _. | And to reliefe of Lazars, and weake age 
 
 Ofindigent faint Soules, paft corporail teyle, 
 A hundred Aimes-houfes, right well fupply’d : 
 And tothe Coffers of the King befide, 
 
 - | Athonfand pounds by th’ycere. Thus runs the Bill. 
 
 Bifh, Ely. This would drinke deepe. 
 Bifs.Cant. “Twould drinke the Cup and all. 
 
 | %iv.Eh. But what prevention? 
 
 Bib, 
 gard. oN 
 Bifh.Ely. Anda true lover of the holy Church. 
 
 Bifh.Cant. The courfes of his youth promis’d it nots 
 The breath no fooner left his Fathers body, 
 
 But that his wildneffe mortify’din him, 
 
 Seem’dto dye too : yeaat that very moment, 
 
 Confideration like an Angell came, 
 
 And whipt th’offending 4dam out of him ; 
 
 Leaving Fis body asa Paradife, 
 
 Tinvelop and containe Celeftiall Spirits. 
 
 Never was fucha fodaine Scholler made 
 
 Never came Reformation in a Flood; 
 
 With fuch a heady currant {cowring fanless 
 
 Nor never Hidra-headed Wilfulnefle ~ 
 
 So foone didlofe hisSeat ; and all at once; 
 
 Asin this King. 
 Bib, Ely, Weare bleffed inthé Change. 
 
 Bifb. (ant. Heare him but reafon in Divinity: 
 And all-admiring, with au inward with 
 You would defire the King were madea Prelate: 
 Heare him debate of Common-wealth Affaires; . 
 You would fay, it hath beenall in all his ftudy: 
 Lift his difcourfe of Warre;and you thal heare 
 A fearefull Battaile rendred you in Mufique. 
 
 Cant. The King is full of grace, and faire re 
 
 b SBlet 
 
 I 3 Turne | 
 a ee rare emis, 
 
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70 
 
 The Life of Henry the Fift. 
 
 itl ee Th ack LIE A 
 
 Turne himto any Caufe of P ollicy, 
 
 The Gordian Knot of it he will unloofe, 
 
 Familiar as his Garter : that when he fpeakes, 
 
 The Ayre, a Charter’d Libertine, is ftill, 
 
 And the mute W onder lurkethin mens eares, 
 
 To fteale his {wect and honyed Sentences : 
 
 So that the Art and P ractique part of Life, 
 
 Mutt be the Miftreffe to this Theorique. 
 
 Which isa wonder how his Grace should gleaneit, 
 Since his addiction was to Courfes vaine, 
 
 His companies untetter’d, rude, and fhallow, 
 
 His Houres fill’d up with Ryots, Banquets, Sports 3 
 And never noted in him any ftudie, 
 
 Any retyrement, any fequeftration, 
 
 From open Haunts and Popularitic. 
 
 B. Ely. The Strawberry growes underneath the Nettle, 
 And holefome Berryes thrive and ripen'beft, 
 Neighbour'd by fruit of bafer qnalitie : 
 
 And fo the Prince obfeur’d his Contemplation 
 Vnder the Veyle of Wildneffe, which ( no doubt) 
 Grew like the Summer Graffe ;fafteft by Night, 
 Vateene, yet creffiue in his factiltie- 
 
 B. Cant. Itmuttbe fo 5 for Miracles ase ceaft: 
 And therefore we muft needes admit the meanes, 
 | How thingsare pertected. ; 
 
 B. Ely. But-my good Lord's 
 
 How now for mittigation of this Bill, t 
 
 Vre'd by the Gommons? doth his Majeftic 
 
 Incline to it,orno? rR * 
 
 B.Cant. He feemes indifferent : ° 
 
 Or rather fwaying more upon our part, ” 
 
 Then cherifhing th’exhibicers againft us : 
 
 For T have made anoffer'to his'Majefty, ° 
 
 “Vpon our Spirituall Convocation, 
 
 Andin regard of Caufes now in hand, 
 
 Which I have open’d to his Grace at large, 
 
 As touching France to give a greater Summe, 
 
 Then ever at one time the Clergie yet» ~ 
 
 Did to hisPredeceffors part withall, | 
 
 B.Ely. How did this offer feeme receiv’d, my Lord? 
 B.Cant. With good acceptance of his Majeftie : 
 Saye that there was not time enough to heare, 
 
 As J perceiv’dhis Grace would faine have done, 
 
 The feveralisand unhidden paffages 
 
 Of his true Titles to fome certaine Dukedomes , 
 
 And generally, tothe Crowne and feat of France, 
 
 Deriv’d from Edward, his great Grandfather. 
 
 B.Ely. What was th’impediment that broke this off? 
 B.(ant. The French Embaflador upon that inftant 
 Crav’d audience’; and the howre thinke is come, 
 To give him hearing : Is it fourea Clock? 
 B.Ely, Itis. 
 B.Cant. Then goe we in, to know his Embaffic < 
 WhichI could witha ready gueffe declare, 
 Before the Frenchman fpeakes a word of it. © 
 B. ély. We waitupon you and Ilong to heare it. 
 : Exeunt. 
 Enter the King, Humfrey, Bedford ,Clarence, 
 Warwicke, Weft merland,and Exeter. 
 King. Whereismy gracious Lord of Canterbury ? 
 Exeter. Not here in prefence. 
 King. Send for him good ¥nckle. ot 
 westms. Shall we callin th’ Ambaffador, my Liege? 
 King. Not yet, my Coufin : we would be refolu’d, 
 _ Before we heare him, of fome things of weight, 
 _ That taske our thoughts, concerning us and France. 
 
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 Enter two Bilhops. 
 
 B.-Cant.God and his Angels guard you facred Throne, : : 
 
 And make you Jong become it. 
 
 King. Sure we thanke you. ay 
 My learned Lord, we pray youto proceed; 
 And. juftlyand religioufly unfold, . 
 Why the Law Salke, that they have in France, 
 Or fhould or fhould not barre-us in our Clayme : 
 And God forbid, my deere and faithfull Lord, 
 That you fhould fafhion, wreft, or bow your reading, 
 Or nicely charge your underftandin Soule, 
 With opening Titles mifcreate, whole right 
 Sutes not in native colours withthe truth : 
 For God doth knew; how many-now in health, 
 Shall drop their, blood, in approbation - 
 Of what your reverence fhall incite us to. . o 
 Therefore take heed how you impawne ourPerfon, — , 
 How you awake our fleeping Sword of Warre; 
 Wecharge you in the name of God take heed : © 
 For never two fuch Kingdomes did contend, 
 Without much fall of blood, whofe guitleffe drops 
 Are every one, a Woe,afore Complaint, ee 
 ’Gaintt him, whofe wrong gives edge untothe Swords, 
 That makes {uch wafte in briefe mortalitie." 
 Vinder this Conjuration, fpeaké my Lord : -"" 
 For we will heare, note, and beleeve in heart, = 
 
 That what you {peake, isin your Confcience watht, : 
 
 As pure as finne with Baptifme. Oa ee 
 B.Can.Then heare me gracious Soveraign,& you Peers, 
 
 That owe your felves, your lives,and fervices, 
 To this Imperiall Throne. There is no barre ~ 
 Tomake againft your Highneffe Clayme to France, 
 But this which they produce fiom ‘Pharamond, 
 
 In terram Salicaws Mulieres ne fuccedant, 
 
 No Woman fhall fucceed in Sadske Land : 
 
 Which Salske Land, the French unjufty gloze 
 
 To be the realme of France, and Pharamona 
 
 The founder of this Law, and female Barre. 
 
 Yet their owne Authors faithfully atirme, 
 
 That the Land Saéke is in Germanie, 
 
 Betweene the Flouds of Sala and of Elve: i 
 Where Charles the Great having fubdu’d the Saxons, 
 There left behind and fettled certaine French : 
 
 Who holding in difdaine the German Women, 
 
 For fome difhoneft manners of their life, 
 Eftablifhtthen this Law ; to wit, No Female 
 
 Should be Inheritrix in Salike Land : ef 
 Which Salike (as I faid) *twixt Elve and Sala, 
 
 Isat this day in Germanic, call'd Mesfen. 
 
 Then doth it well appeare, the Salike Law 
 
 Was not devifed for the Realme of France : 
 
 Nor did the French poffeffe the Sas Land, 
 
 Vntill foure hundred one and cwentic yecres 
 
 After defunétion of King Pharamond, 
 
 Idly fuppof’d the founder of this Law, 
 Who died within the yeere of our Redemption, 
 Foure hundred twentie fix :and (harles the Great 
 Subdu’d the Saxons, and did featthe French 
 
 Beyond the River Sala,inthe yeere 
 
 Eight hondred fiue. Befides, their writers fay, 
 
 King Pepin, which depofed Childerike, 
 
 Did as Heire generall, being defcended oe an 
 Of B&thild, which was Daughter to King Clothaw’, 
 Make Clayme and Title tothe Crowne of France, 
 Hugh (apet alfo, who ufurpt the Crowne 
 
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Of charles the Duke of Loraine, fole Heire male 
 Of the true Line and Stocke of Charles the great : 
 To find his Title with fome thewesof truth, 
 Though in puretruth it was corrupt and naught; 
 Convey’dhimfelfe asth’ Heire toth’ Lady Lsngare, 
 Daughter to Charlemaine, who was the Sonne 
 To Lewes the Emperour, and Lewes the Sonne 
 OF (harlesthe Great : alfo King Lewes the Tenth, 
 Who was fole Heire tothe V{urper (aper, 
 
 Could not keepe quiet in his confcience, 
 Wearing the Crowne of France,’till fatisfied, 
 That faire Queene //abel, his Grandmother, 
 
 | Was Lineall ofthe Lady Ermengare, 
 
 | Daughter to (baries the farefaid Duke of Loraines 
 
 | By the which Marriage, the Lyne of Charles the Great 
 
 | Was re-united to the Crowne of France. 
 ‘| So, that as cleare as isthe Summers Sunne, 
 
 | King Pepins Title, and- Hugh (apers Claynie, 
 
 | King Lemes his fatisfaction, all appeare 
 ‘Torhold in Right and Title of the Female : 
 
 | ‘| So doe the Kings of France upon this day. 
 
 Howbcit, they would hold up this Salique Law, 
 
 To barre your Highneffe clayming from the Female, 
 And rather chufe to hidethem ina Net, 
 
 Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles, 
 
 Viurpt from youand. your Progenitors. 
 
 For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ, 
 _ When the man dyes, let the Inheritance 
 Defcend unto the Daughter. Gracious Lord, 
 Stand for your owne, unwind your bloody Flagge: 
 Looke.backe into your mightie Anceftors : 
 Goe my dread Lord, to your great Grandfires Tombe, 
 From whom yon clayme ; invoke his Warlike Spirit, 
 And-your Great Vncles, Edwarathe Blacke Prince, 
 Whoonthe French ground play’da Tragedie, 
 | Making defeat on the full Power of France: 
 | Whiles his moft mighty Father ena Hill 
 { Stood {miling, to behold his Lyons W helpe 
 4 Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie. 
 | O Noble Englifh, that could entertaine 
 ‘| With halfe their Forces, the full pride of France, 
 
 “| And letanother halfe ftand laughing by, 
 
 | All ont of worke, and cold for action. 
 
 | Byb. Awake remembrance of thefe valiant dead; 
 } And with yonr puiffant Acme renew their Feats; 
 
 ) You are their Heire, you fitupontheir Throne : 
 
 The Blood and Courage thatrenowned them, _ 
 Runsin your Veines: and my thrice-puiflant Liege 
 
 | Isin the very May-Morne of his Youth, 
 
 Ripe for Exploitesand mighty Enterprifes. 
 
 Doeall expect, that you fhould rowfe yout felfe, 
 As did the former Lyons of your Blood. 
 
 So hath your Highneffe : never King of England 
 Had Nobles richer, and more loyall Subjects, 
 
 | Whofe hearts have left their bodyes here in England, 
 
 = And lye pavillion’d inthe field of France. 
 
 Bifo.Cant- O let their todyes follow my deare Liege 
 With Blouds, and Sword and Fire, to win your Right : 
 
 F _{ Inayde whereof, we of the Spiritualtie 
 
 Willrayfe your Highneffe {uch a mightie Summe, 
 AS never did the Cleargie at one time . 
 Bring in to any of your Anceftors. 
 
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 The Life of Henry the Fife. 
 
 King May I with right and coafcience make this claim? 
 Bife.( ant. The finne pon my head dread Soveraigne 
 
 Df that you wikl France win, then with Scotland firs begin. 
 
 €xe. Your brother Kings and Mondrches of the Earth 
 
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 Wet. They know your Grace hathcaufe,and means, and 
 
 | Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate : 
 
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 King. We muft not onely arme t'invade the French, 
 But lay downe our proportions, to defend 
 
 _ Againtt the Scot, who will make roade upon us, 
 
 Wich all advantages. 
 Bifb.Can. They of thofe Marches, gracious Soveraign, 
 
 | Shall bea Wall faificient to defend 
 
 Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers. 
 King. Wedo not meane the courfing fnatchers onely, 
 But feare the maine intendment of the Scot, 
 Who hath beene ftilla giddy neighbour tons: 
 For you fhall reade, that my great Grandfather 
 Never went with his forces into France, 
 But that the Scot, on hisunfurnifht Kingdome, 
 Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach, 
 With ample aud brim fulneffe of his force, 
 Galling the gleaned Land with hot aflayes, 
 Girding with grievous fiege, Cafties and Townes : 
 That England being emptic of defence, 
 Hath fhooke and trembled at th’ ill neighbourhood. 
 B.Can-She hath bin thé more fear’d thé harm‘d,my Liege: 
 For heare her but ¢xampl’d by her felfe, °° 
 Whenall her Chevalrie hath’ been in France, 
 And fhea mourning Widdow of her Nobies, 
 She hath her felfe not onely well defended, 
 But taken and impounded asa Stray, 
 The King of Scots : whom fhe did fend to France, 
 To fill King &dwards fame with prifoner Kings, 
 And make their Chronicle as rich with prayfe, 
 Asis the Owfe and bottome of the Sea 
 With funken Wrack,and fum-leffe Treafuries. 
 Bi(h.Ely. But there’s a faying very old and true, 
 
 For once the Eagle (Engiand ) being in pre 
 To her utiguarded Nett, the Weazel (Scot) 
 Comes fneaking, and fofucks her Princely Egges, 
 Playing the Moufe in abfence of the Cat, 
 Totameand havocke more then fhe ean eate. 
 
 Exet. It followes then, the Cat muft ftay at honie, 
 Yet that is but a crufh’d neceffity; 
 Since we have lockes to fafegard neceflaries, 
 And pretty traps to catch the petcy theeves. 
 While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad, 
 Th’aduifed head defends it felfe at home : 
 For Government, though high, and low, and lower, 
 Put into parts, doth keepe in one confent, 
 Congreeing in a full and naturall cloze, 
 Like Mufickes 
 
 (ant. Therefore doth heavendivide 
 The ftate of man in divers functions, 
 Setting endevor in continuall motion : 
 To which is fixed asanayme or burt , 
 Obedience: for fo worke the Hony Bees, 
 Creatures that by arale in Nature teach 
 The Act of Order toa peopled Kingdome. 
 They have aKing, and Officers of forts, 
 Where fome like Magiftrats correét at home: 
 Others, like Merchants venture Trade abroad : 
 Others, like Souldiers armed in their ftings, 
 Make boote upon the Summers Velvet buddes : 
 Which pillage, they with merry martch bring home 
 To the Tenteroyall of their Emperor : 
 Who bufied in his Majefties furveyes 
 The finging Mafon building roofes of Gold,. 
 Thecivill Citizens kneading up the hony ; 
 The F oore Mechanicke Porters, crowding in 
 
 The 
 
The Lifeof King Henry the Fifth. 
 
 The fad-ey’d Inftice with his furly humme, 
 Delivering ore to Executorspale 
 The lazie yawning Drone : I thisinferre, 
 That many things having full reference 
 To oneconfent,may worke contrarioufly, 
 As many Arrowes loofed{everall wayes 
 Cometo one marke: as many wayes meet in one towne, 
 As many fresh ftreames meet in one falt fea ; 
 Ag many Lynes clofe in the Dials center : 
 So may a thoufand actions once a foote, 
 And in one purpofe, and be allwellborne 
 Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege; 
 Divide your happy England into foure, 
 Whereof,take you one quarter into France, 
 And you withall {hall make all Gallia fhake. 
 } Ifwe withthrice fuch powers leftat home, 
 | Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge, 
 | Letusbe worried, and our Nation lofe 
 The name of hardineffe and policie. 
 King. Call inthe Meflengers fent from the Dojphin. 
 Now are we well refolv’d, and by Gods helpe 
 And yours, the noble finewes of our power; 
 France being ours, wee’l bend itto our Awe, 
 Or breake it allto peeces. Orthere wee'l fir, 
 (Ruling inlarge and ample Emperies 
 Ore France,and all her (almoft} Kingly Dukedomes } 
 Or lay thefe bones inan unworthy Vine, 
 Tombleffe, with no remembrance over them : 
 Either our Hiftory shall with fall moush 
 , Speake freely of our Acts, or elfe our grave 
 Like Turkifh mute, fhall have a tongueleffe cnouth, 
 Not worfhipt witha waxen Epitaph. 
 Enter Ambalfadors of France. 
 Now are we well prepar’dto know the pleafure 
 Of our faire Cofin Dolphin: for we heare, 
 Your greeting is from him, not from the King. 
 
 Amb. May’tpleafe your Majeftie to give us leave 
 Freely torender what we have incharge : 
 
 Or fhall we fparingly fhew you farre off 
 The Dolphins meaning, and our Embaffie. 
 
 Kinz. We are no Tyrant, buta Chriftian King, 
 Voto whofe grace our paffionis as fabject 
 _ Asis our wretches fettred in our prifons: 
 Therefore with franke and with uncurbed plainneffe,: 
 Tell us the Dolphins minde. 
 
 Amb, Thusthen in few : 
 
 ! Your Highneffe lately fendinginto France, _ 
 Did claime fome certaine Dukedomes, in the right 
 Of your great Predeceflor, King Edward thethird. 
 Inanfwer of which claime, the Prince our Mafter 
 Sayes, that you favour too much of your youth, 
 And bids you be advis’d: There’s nought in Franee, 
 That can be witha nimble Galliard wonne : 
 
 Yon cannot revell into Dukedomes there. 
 
 He therefore fends you meeter for your {pirit 
 This Tun of Treafure ;.and in lieu of this, 
 
 Defires youlet the Dakedomes that youclaime 
 Heare no more of you. This the Dolphin {pcakes. 
 
 King. What Treafure Vncle? * 
 
 Exe, Tennis balles, my Liege. 
 
 Kin. Weare glad the Dalphinis fo pleafant withus, 
 His Prefent, and your paines wethanke you for: 
 When we have matcht our Racketsto thefe Balles, 
 We will in France (by Gods grace) play a fet, 
 
 Shall ftrike his fathers Crowne intothe hazard. 
 Tell him, he hath made a match with fucha Wrangler, ° 
 
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 That all the Courts of France willbe difturb’d 
 WithChaces. And we underftand him well, 
 
 How he comeso’re ug with our wilder dayes, 
 
 Not meafuring what ufe we made of them. 
 
 We never valew’d this poore feate of England, 
 
 And therefore living hence, did give ourfelfe 
 
 To barbarous licenfe : As’tisever common, < Chae 
 That menare merrieft, when they arefromhome, | 
 But tell the Dolphin, 1 will keepe my State, age 
 Belike a King, and fhew my fayle of Greatneffe, | - 
 When I dorowfe mein my Throne of Frances 
 
 For that I have layd by my Majeftie, 
 
 And plodded like a man for working dayes : 
 
 But I willrife there with {o full a glorie, 
 
 That I will dazle all the eyes of France, 
 
 Yea ftrike the Dolphin blinde to looke onus. 
 
 And tell the pleafant Prince, this Mocke of his 
 Hathturn’d his ballsto Gun-ftones, and hisfoule — 
 Shall ftand fore charged, for the waftefull vengeance’ ~ 
 That fhall flye with them: for many athoufand widowes 
 Shall this his Mocke,mocke out of their deere husban 
 Mocke mothers from their fonnes,mock Caftles downe; 
 And fome are it ungotten and unberne, 
 
 That fhall have caufe to curfe the Dofphins {cornes. bp : 1 4 
 But this lyes all withinthe willefGod, ee i 
 
 To whom I do appeale, and in whofename 
 
 Tell you the Dolphkis, 1am comming on, 
 
 Tovenge meas! may, and to put forth 
 
 My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow’d caufe. 
 
 So get you hence in peace: and tell the Dolphin, 
 
 His left will favour but of fhaliow wit, it 
 
 Whenthonfands weepe more then did laugh at it. 
 
 Convey them with fate conduct. Fare youwelle 
 
 ‘ Exennt eAmsbaffadort. 
 
 Exe. This was a merry Meflage. = 
 King. We hopeto make the Sender bluth at it: 
 
 Theretore, my Lords, omitno happy howre, 
 
 That may give furth’rance to our Expedition; 
 
 For we have now no thought in us but France, 
 
 Save thofe to God, that ranne before our bnfineffe, 
 
 Therefore let our proportions for thefe Warres 
 
 Be foone collected, and all things thought upon, 
 
 That may with reafonable {wiftnefle adde 
 
 More feathers toour Wings : for God before, 
 
 Wee'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore. 
 
 Therefore let every man now taske his thought, 
 
 | That this faire Action may on foot be brought. Exenss | F ‘ 
 
 Flonrith. Enter Chorus. ee. | 
 Now all the Youth of England are on fire, CAB) al 
 And filken Dalliance inthe Wardrobe lyes: A te 
 Now thriue the Armorers, and Honorsthonght 
 Reignes folely in the breaft of every man. 
 They fell the P afture now,to buy the Horfe; 
 Following the Mirror of all Chriftian Kings, 
 With winged heeles,as Engli(f Mercuries, 
 
 For now fits Expectation in the Ayre, 
 _And hides a Sword, from Hilts unto the Point, 
 
 With Crownes Imperiall, Crownesand Coronets, 
 Promis‘dto Harry, and his followers. fait 
 The French advis’d by good intelligence 
 
 Of this moft dreadfull preparation, 
 
 Shake in their feare,and with pale Pollicy 
 
 Seeke to divertthe Englith purpofes. 
 
 O England : Modellto thy inward Greatneffe, 
 
 Like little Body witha mightic Heart : 
 
The Life Fi King Henry the Fift. 73 
 
 Pift. Pithforthee, Mland dogge : thou prickeard cur 
 of Ifland. 
 
 Hoeft. Good Corporall Nym fhew thy valor , and put 
 up your f{word. 
 
 Nym. Will you thogge off? L would have you folus. 
 | Pet. Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The folus 
 in thy moft'mervaiious face, the folusin thy teeth, and 
 
 What mightft thou do, that honour would thee doe, 
 Wereall thy children kinde and naturall ¢ - 
 But fee, thy fauit France hath in thee found ont, 
 A neft of hollow bofomes, which he filles 
 With treacherous Crownes, and three corrupted meft : 
 | One Richard Earle of Cambridge,and the {econd 
 Henry Lord Scroope of Majoam, and the third 
 
 ; : | Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland, in thy throate,and in thy harefullLungs ,yea inthy Maw 
 | Have for the Gilt of France (O guilt indeed} perdy; and whichis worfe, within tny naftiemouth. I 
 
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 : a, Confirm’d Gonfpiracy with fearefull France, do retort the {elus in thy bowels, for I cantake, and Pé 
 | And by their hands, this grace of Kings maft dye, Stols cocKe isup, and flafhing fire will follow. 
 
 Nym. 1am not Barbafon, you cannot conjare mee ; I. 
 have an humor toknotke you indifferently well : Ifyou 
 grow fowle with me Piftoll , I will fcoure yon with my 
 Rapier, asI may, in fayretearmes. Ifyou would walke 
 off, I would pricke your guts alittle in good tearmes, as 
 I may, and that's the humor of it. 
 
 Piff.O Brdggurd vile, and damned furious wight, 
 
 The Grave doth gape, and doting death is neere, _ _ 
 Therefore exhale. : he 
 
 Bar. Heareme, heareme what 1 fay: He that firikes 
 the firft ftroake,le run him up to the hilts, as 1am_a fol- 
 dier. 
 
 Pif?. An oathofmickle might, and fury fhallabate. 
 Give me thy fift, thy fore-fooreto me give: Thy fpirits 
 are moft tall. 
 
 Nym. Uwillcatthy throate onetime or other in faire 
 termes, that is the humor of it, 
 
 Pistol, Couple a gorge, that isthe word. I defietheea- 
 gaine. O hound of Creet, think’ft thou my {ponfe toget? 
 
 | If Hell and Treafon bold their promifes, 
 | | Ere he take fhip for France ; and in Southampton. 
 | | Linger your patience on, and wee'l digeft 
 > | Th’ abufe of diftance; furce aplay:. = . 
 | Thefumme is payde,the Traitorsare agreed, 
 | | The King is fet from London, and the Scene 
 4 | Isnow-tsan{ported (Gentles) to Southampton, 
 rm There isthe play-houfe now, there muft you fit, 
 im | And thence to France fhall we convey you fafe, . - 
 And bring youbacke.: Charming the narrow {eas 
 | To give you gentle Paffe ; for if we may, 
 Wee’i not offend one ftomacke with our Play. 
 | Burt till the King come forth, aad not till then, 
 | Vato Southampton do we fhift our Scene. Exit. 
 ; Enter Gorporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe. 
 | Bar. Wellmet Corporall ym. 
 | . Nym. Good morrow Lievtenant Bardolfe. 
 Bar. What,are Ancient Pétolland you friends yet? 
 
 | Nym. For my part, I care not: Ifay little: bute when | No, to the Spittle goe, and from the Poudring tub-of in- 
 
 | | time fhallferde; there shall be fmiles, but that fhall’beas | famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of €refids kinde, Dolf 
 ML it may. I dare nor fight, but I will winkeand hold out | Teare-freete, fhe by name, and her efpoufe. Thave, and I 
 i | mine yron: itis a fimple one, but whatrhough ? icwill | willhold' the Q¢endam Quickely for the onely fhe : and 
 
 Pauca, there’s e1rough to go to. 
 
 tolte Cheefe, andit willendure eoid , as another mans 
 _ Enter the Boy, 
 
 | fword will: and there’savetids > 
 
 hii s Bar. Twill beftow abreakfatt, to make you friendes, Boy. Mine'Hoatt Piffoll, youmuftcome tomy May- 
 ; | | and-wee’/ bée all three fworne brothers to France: Let’e | fter, dtid yourHofteffe: He is very ficke, & would to bed. 
 } | be fo good Corporall Nyame | Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his fheetes, and do 
 hb Nym. Faith, | willlive fo long as.1 may,that's thecer- | the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he’s very ill. 
 
 ti! f taine of it: and when I cannot live anytonger, 1 will doe Bard. Away you Rogue. 
 
 Ny) | as I may: Tnat is my reft, that is therendevous of its: Ho$t. By my troth hel yeeld the Crow a pudding one 
 th Bar. \is certaine Corporall., that hee:is marriedte | of thefedayes: the King hashild iis heart. Good Huf- 
 
 band comehome prefently. ae 
 
 Bar. Come fhallI make you two friends. Wee muft | 
 to France together:why the divel fhould we keepe knives 
 to cut one anothers throats ? 
 
 Pit. Let floods ore-fwell and fiends for food howle 
 one RE a 
 Nym. You'lpay mee the eight fhillings I wonof you 
 at Betting ? 
 
 Pist, Bale isthe flave that payes. ee 
 
 Nim. That now T will have: that’sthe humour of it. } 
 
 Pift. Asmanhood fhalfcompound : puth home. Draw 
 
 Bard. By this fword, tice that makes the firftthroft, 
 Tle kill him: By this fwerd, I will. matte 
 
 Pi. Sword is an Oath, & Oaths mult have their courfe 
 
 Bar.Coporall Nim,and thou wilt be friends tc friends, 
 and thou wilt not, why then bee enemies with mee too : 
 prethee put up. mr : 
 
 Pist. A Noble fhaltthoa have,and prefent pay. and 
 Liquor likewife*will Igive to thee, and friendfhippe 
 fall combine, and brotherhood. Ilelive by ACimme, & 
 N imme fhalllive by me, is not this juft ? For I fhall Sut- 
 ler be unto the Campe, and profits willaccrue, Give me 
 : thy hand, : on 
 
 | Nell Quickly; and certainly fhe did-you wrong , for you 
 s, | | were trorh-plightto her. AS ti 
 i B Nym<1 cannot tell, Things muftbeas they may :.men 
 | | may fleepe , and they :may’haye their throats about them 
 ,# > | arthattime, and fome fay; knives have edges: Itmatt 
 | beas it may, though patience beeiatyred name, yet fhee 
 | willplodde, there muftbe Conclufions;' well , I cannot 
 Peeoe telly Shloed dia: Sai bn Pu 
 ‘Ba | él vEnter Psitoll,e Q uickly. r 
 gb | . Bar. Heerecomes Ancient Psftolland his wite : good 
 | Corporall be patient heere, How now mine Hoafte P- 
 a Stoll? 3 3) eee ala é 
 ' | | Pift. Bafe Tyke,call’fithou mee Hofte, now by this 
 | hand I fwearel {cornethe terme: nor fhall my 2 ¢/ Kepe 
 gers. (sigs 
 Hoff. No by my troch,not long’: For we cannot lodge 
 | andboard a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that live 
 __ | honeftly by the prické oftheir Needles, but it will bee 
 _ | thought wee keepe a Bawdy-honfe ftraight. O welliday 
 | Lady,ifhe benot hewae now,we {hall {ee wilful! adulte- 
 
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 - | ry.and murther committed: amy eavaa cd D6 
 | Bar. Good Lieutenants good Corporal offer nothing 
 _ | beere. Nym. Piths)» . 
 
 Nym.\ 
 
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 Nym. 1 hall have my Noble? 
 Pist. Incafh, molt juftly payd. 
 Nym. Well,then that’s the humor of't. 
 Enter Hofteffe. A aac 
 Hoff. As ever youcame of women, come in quickly 
 to fir fobn: Apoore heart, heis fo fhak'd ofa burning 
 quotidian Tertian, that itis molt lamentable to behold. 
 
 Sweet men, come to him. : 
 
 Nym. The King hatbrun bad: humorson the Knight, 
 that’s the even of it, : 5 
 
 Pist. Nym,thou halt {poke the right, his heart is fra- 
 ted and corroborate. ; : 
 Nym. The King isa good King, but it muft bee as it 
 may: he paflesfome humors, and carreeres. | 
 Pit, Let us condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we 
 will live. 
 Enter Exeter, Bedford, & Weftmerland. 
 Bed. Fore God his Grace is bold to trutt thefe traitors 
 Exe. They thall be apprehended by and by. 
 Weft, How {uooth and eventhey do beare themfclves, 
 Asif allegeance in their bofomes fate 
 Crowned with faith, and conitant loyalty. 
 Bed. The King hath note of ali that they intend, 
 
 By interception, which they dreame not of. 
 
 \ Exe, Nay, but the man that was hisbedfellow, 
 Whom he hath dull’dand cloy’d with gracious favours 
 That he fhould for a forraigne purfe, fo fell 
 His Soveraignes lifeto death and treachery. 
 
 Sound Tramoets. 
 Enter the King, Screope, Cambridge , and Gray. 
 King. Now fits the winde faire, and we willaboord. 
 
 My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Malham, 
 
 And you my gentle Koight, give me your thoughts : 
 
 Thinke you not that the powres we beare with us 
 
 Will cut their paflage through the force of France ? 
 
 Doing the execution, and the acte, 
 
 For which we have in head affembled them. ! 
 Scro, No doubt my Liege, if each man do his beft. 
 King. doubt not that, fince we are well perfwaded 
 
 We carry nota heart withus from hence, 
 
 _ That growes not ina faire confent with ours; 
 
 Nor leave not one behinde, that doth not with 
 
 Succeffe and Conquett.co attend on us. ; 
 Cam, Never was Monarch better fear'd and low'd, 
 
 Then is your Majefty;there’s not I rhinke a fubje@ 
 That fits in heart-greefe and uneafinefte 
 
 Vader the {weet fhade of your government. 
 | Kné. True :thofethat were your Fathersenemies, 
 Have fteep’dtheir gauls in honey, and do ferve you 
 With hearts create of dutie, and of zeale, 
 
 King. We therefore have great caufe of thankefulnefle, 
 | And hall forget the office of our hand 
 
 then quittance of defert and merit, 
 
 According tothe weight and worthineffe. 
 
 Sero, So fervice hall with fteeled finewes toyle, 
 
 And labour fhall refreth it felfe with hope 
 
 To do your Grace inceffant fervices. 
 
 King. Weludge noleffe. Vnkleof &xerer, 
 
 Inlarge che man committed yefterday, 
 
 That rayl'dagainft our perfon : We confider 
 
 Je was excefle of Wine that fet him on, 
 
 _ Andon his moreadvice, We pardon him. 
 
 Sera. That's mercy ,but too much feaurity : 
 Let him be punith’d Soveraigne,leaft example 
 Breed ( by his fufferance) more of fuch a kind. 
 _ King. Olet us yet be merciful. 
 
 The Life of K ing Henry the Fit. 
 
 | But thou (‘gainft all proportion) didft bring in” 
 
 (4m. So may your Highnefle, and yet punith too.” 
 Grey. Sir, you fhew great mercy if you give him life, 
 After the tafte of much correétion. . 
 King. Alas, your too much love and care of me, 
 Are heavie Orifons *gainftt his poore wretch : 
 Iflittle faults proceeding on diltemper, 
 Shall not be wink’d at, how fhall we firetch our & 
 When capitall crimes, chew’d,{wallow’d, and difgefted, 
 Appeare beforeus? We’l yet inlargethat man, es Tae 
 Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care | 
 And tender prefervation of our perfon is 
 Wold have him punifh’d. And now to our French catifes,} 
 Whoare the late Commiffioners? ea | 
 Cam. Lone my Lord, 
 Your Highneffe bad measke for it to day; 
 Scro. So did youme my Liege. 
 Gray. And I my Royall Soveraigne. Pind £ 
 King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge,there is yours: 
 There yours Lords Scroepe of A4a foam, and Sir Knight: 
 Gray ot Northumberland, this {ame is yours: Wee 
 Reade them, and know I know your worthineffe. Po 
 My Lord of Weffmerlandand Vukle &xeter, ae 
 We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen? | 
 What {e¢ you in thofe papers, that you lofe Se 
 So much complexion? Looke ye how they changes 
 Their cheekesare paper. Why, what reade youthere, | 
 That have fo cowarded Gs chac’d your blood . 
 
 aS SS SS 2 SP z= soe ,. 
 
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 Ont of apparance. : 
 Cam. | do confeffe my fault, 
 And dofubmit me toyour Highneffe mercy. 
 Gray.Scre. To which we all appeale. 5 
 
 King. The mercy that was quicke inus butlate, 
 By your owne counfaile is fuppreft and kill’d: 
 Youmuft not dare (for fhame) totalke of mercy, 
 For your owne reafons turne into your bofomes, 
 As dogs upon their Maifters, worrying you : : 
 See you my Princes, and my Nobie Peeres, 2 
 Thefe Enghth monfters; My Lord of Cambridge heere, 
 You know how apt our love was, toaccord : 
 To furnith him with all appertinents 
 Belonging to hishonour ; andthis man, 
 
 Hath tora few light Crownes, lightly confpit’d 
 And fwo-ne unto the praftifes of France 
 
 To killus heere in Hampton. To the which, 
 
 This Knight no leffe for bounty bound tous 
 
 Then Cambridge is, hathlikewife {worne. ButO, 
 What fhall{ fay tothee Lord Scroope, thou cruel, 
 Ingratefull, favage,and inhumane Creature? 
 Thoathat didft beare the key of al my connfailes. 
 That kucw’tt the very bettome of my foule, io 
 That (almeft) might’ft havecoyn’d meintoGolde, J | 
 Would’it thou have practis’don me, for thy ufe? 
 May it-be poffible,that ferraigne hyer 
 
 Could out of thee extract one {parke of evill 
 That might annoy my finger?’ Tis fo ftrange, 
 That though the trath of it ttand off as grefle ed 
 Asblackeand white, my eye will{carcely fecit. “¢  | 
 Treaton, and murther, ever kept tegether, ; 
 Astwo yoakedivelsfworne to eythers purpofé, 
 Working fo groffely ina naturall canfe, i 
 That admiration did not hoope at them, 
 
 Sea ES ES — =~ 
 
 — eae 
 
 Wonder to waite on treafon,aed no murther: 
 And wha:foevercunning fiend it was 
 
 That wrought upen thee fo prepoftcronifly, 
 Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence : 
 
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 And other divelsthat fuggeft by treafons, 
 Do botch and bungle up damnation, 
 Wich patches; colours, and with formes being fetcht 
 From glift’ring femblancegof piety : 
 But he that temper’d thee/bad thee ftandup, 
 Gave thee no inftance why thou fhouldit do treafun, 
 Vnlefle to dub thee withthe name of Traitor. 
 If that {ame Demon that hath gull’d thee thus, 
 Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world, 
 He might returne to vattie Tartar backe, ’ 
 And teli the Legions, Ican never win 
 A foule fo eafie as that Englifhmans. 
 Oh, bow haft thou with jealoufie infected 
 | The fweetneffe of aifiance? Shew men dutifull ? 
 | Why fo didft thou :feeme they graveand learned? 
 | Why fodidit thou. Gomethey of Noble Family ? 
 | Why fodidft thon. Seeme they religious ? 
 | Why fo didftthon. Or are they {pare in diet, 
 va _| Free from groffe paffion, or of mirth, or anger, 
 ) | Conftant in {pirit, not£werving with the blood; 
 4 | Garnifh’dand-deck’d in modeft complement, 
 | Not working withthe eye, without the eare, 
 4 . | And but in purged jadgement trufting neither ? 
 | Suchand fo finely boulted didft thou feeme + 
 | And thusthy fall hath lefta kinde of blot, 
 | To make thee full fraught man, and beft indued 
 | With fomefafpition, I will weepe for thee. 
 | For this revolt ofthine, me es islike 
 | Another fall of man, Their faultsare open, 
 | Arreft ther to the anfwer of the Law, 
 ~ | And God acquit them of their practifes. 
 | Exe, Iarreft theeofHigh Treafon, by the name of 
 Richard Earle of Cambridge. 
 | Tarreftthee of High Treafon , by the name of Thomas 
 | Lord Scraope of Marfham, 
 | Tarreft theeof High Treafon, by the name of Thomas 
 
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 | Grey, Knight of 2 orthumberland. 
 . | Scro. Our purpofes,God juftly hath difcover’d, 
 And I repent my fault more then my death, 
 | Which béfeech your Highnefle to forgive; 
 
 Although my body pay the price of it. 
 Cam. For me,the Gold of France did not feduee, 
 | Although I did admit it asa motive, 
 | The fooner to effect what | intended + 
 | But God be thanked for prevention, 
 Which 1 in fufferance heartily will rejoyce 
 
 ut Befeeching God, and you, to pardon me. lour he nevet lik’d- 
 iy | Gray. Never did faithfull fubject more re joyce > Boy. A faidonce, the Deule would have him about 
 | At the difcoverie of moft dangerous Treafon, Women. 
 
 | Then I doat this houre joy ore my felfe, 
 {Prevented froma damned enterprize ; 
 * |My fault, butnot my body, pardon Soveraigne. 
 1 King.God quit you in his mercy: Heare your fentence 
 You have con{pir’d againft Our Royall perfon. 
 Toyn’d with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers, 
 Receyv'd the Golden Earneft of Our death : 
 Wherein you would have fold your King to flaughter, 
 His Princes, and his Peeresto fervitude, 
 His Subjects to oppreffion,and contempt, 
 | And his whole Kingdome into defolation + 
 _ | Touching our perfon, feeke we no revenge, 
 | But we our Kingdomes {afety mult fo tender, 
 ~ | Whofe ruine you three fought, that to her Lawes’ 
 | Wedodeliver you. Get youtherefore hence, 
 _ | {Pooremiferable wretches) to your death : 
 » | The tafte whereof, God of his mercy give 
 
 Ss 
 os 
 
 The Lifeof King Henry the Fifth. 
 
 ‘But every Rubbe is{moothed on our way, 
 
 -Bardolphs Nofe, anda faid it was a blacke Soule burning 
 
 7 4 5 ye } : — % . — nn senemnenie ia” e 
 
 You patience to indure, and true Repentance 
 Ofall yeur deare offences. Beare them hence. 
 Now Lords for France : the enterprife whereof 
 Shall be to youasus, like glorious. 
 
 We doubt not ofa faireand luckie Warre; ’ 
 Since God fo gracioufly hath brought to light 
 This dangerous Treafon,lurking in our way. 
 To hinder our beginning. We doubt not now, 
 
 Exeant. 
 
 ? 
 
 Thenforth, deare Countreymen: Let us deliver 
 
 Onur Puiffance into the hand of God, 
 
 Putting it freight inexpedition. 
 
 Chearely to Sea, the fignes of Warre advance, 
 
 No King of England, ifnotKing of France: « Exeant. 
 Enter Pi/foll, Nim,Bardalph, Boy, and Hofteffe. 
 
 Hoiteffz. ’Prythee honey {weete Husband, let me bring 
 thee to Staines. 
 
 Piftoll, No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph, 
 be blythe: Nim,rowde thy vaunting Veines : Boy,brifsle 
 thy Courage up: for Fadaffe hee isdead , and we muft 
 erne therefore. 
 
 Bard. Would I were with him, wherefomere heeis, 
 eyther in Heaven, or u?Hell. 
 
 Hofteffe. Nay ure, hee’s not in Heil : hee’s in Arthurs 
 Bofome, if ever man wentto Arthurs Bofome : a made a 
 finer end,and went away and it had beene any Chriftome 
 Child : a parted ev’n juft betweene Twelve and One,ev'n 
 at the turning o’th’ Tyde:for after | {aw him fumble with 
 the Sheets,and play with Flowers,and {mile upon hisfin- | 
 gersend,l knew there was but one way:for his Nofe was 
 as fharpe as aP en, and a Table of greene fields: How now 
 Sir Jobn(quoth I ? ) what man? beea good cheere : fova 
 cryed out, God, God, Gad, three or foure times: now T, 
 to comfort him , bid him a fhould not thinke of God ; I 
 hop’d there was no needeto trouble himfelfe withany | 
 fuch thoughts yet : foabad me lay more Cloathes on his 
 feet : I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them,and they 
 were as coldasany ftone : then I felt to his knees, and fo 
 up-war'd and upward,and all was as cold as any ftone. 
 
 Nim.They fay he cryed out of Sack. 
 
 Hofteffe. 1, thatadide 
 
 Bard, Andof Women. 
 
 HoSteffe. Nay, that a did not. 
 
 Boy. Yesthatadid, and fayd they were Devils incar- 
 nate. 
 
 Woman. A couldnever abide Carnation, *twas aCo- 
 
 Hoffeffe. A did infome fort (indeed) handle Women: 
 but then hee wasrumatique, and talk’d of the Whore of 
 Babylon. 
 
 - Boy. Doe younot remember a faw a Flea fticke upon | 
 
 in Hell. 
 
 Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain’d that fire: 
 that’s all the Riches I got in his fervice. ; 
 
 Nim. Shall wee fhogg? the King will bee gone from 
 Southampton. 
 
 Pift. Come,let’s away: My Love,give me thy Lippes: 
 Looketo my Chattels, and my Moveables: Let Sences 
 rule: The worldis,Pitchand pay: truft nonie:for Oathes 
 areiScrawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes,and hold-faft 
 istheonely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore (avetobee | 
 thy Counfailor. Goe , cleare thy Chryftalls. Yoke- 
 fellowes in Armes, let us to France, like Horfe- 
 
 leeches | 
 
The Life of King Henry the Fifth. 
 
 leeches my Boyes, tofucke, tofircke, the very blood to ; And heis bred out of that bloody ftraine, 
 
 fucke. 
 Boy. And that’s but unwholefome food, they fay, 
 P+. Touch her foft mouth, and march: 
 Bard, Farewell Hofteffe. ; 
 Nim, Icannot kifle, that is the humour of it: but 
 adieu. 
 Fist. Let Hufwifrie appeare: keepe clofe , 1 thee 
 command. 
 Hofteffe. Farwell: adieu. Exenut. 
 Enterthe French King, the Dolphin, the Dukes 
 of Berry and Britaine. 
 King. Thus comes the Englifh with full power upon us, 
 And more then carefully itus concernes, 
 To anfwere Royally in our defences. 
 Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine, 
 Of Brabant and of Orleance fhall make forth, 
 And you Prince Dolphin, with all {wiftdifpatch 
 To lyne arid new repayre our townes of Warre 
 With men of courage, and with meanes defendant : 
 For Engtand hisapproaches makes as fierce, 
 As Waters to the fucking of a Giiife. 
 It fitsus then tobe as provident, 
 Asfeare may teach us, out of late examples 
 Left by the fatalland neglected Englifh, 
 Vpon our fields. 
 4 _ Dolphin, My moft redoubted Father, 
 It is moft mect we armeus ’gainft the Foe : 
 For Peace it felfe fhould not fo dull a Kingdome, 
 (Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in queftion) 
 But that Defences, Mufters, Preparations, 
 Should be maintain’d, affembled, and col'eéted, 
 As were a Warre in expedtation. 
 Therefore I fay, "tis meet weall goe forth, 
 To view the ficke and feeble parts of France : 
 And let us doe it with no thew of feare, 
 No, with no more, then if we heard that England 
 Were bufied witha W hitfon Morris-dance 
 a my ey Liege, fhe is fo idlysKing’d, 
 er Scepter fo phantaftically borne, 
 By a vaine idk fhallow teiaakont the, 
 That feare attends her not. 
 Conft. O Peace, Prince Dolphin, — 4 
 You are too much miftaken in this King : 
 ‘Queftion your Grace the late Embafladors, 
 With what great State he heard their Embaffie, 
 How wellfupply’d with Noble Councellors, 
 How modett in exceptions dwichall, 
 How terrible in conftant rcfolation 
 And you fhall find, his Vanitiey fore-f; sent 
 Were but the cut-fide of the Ronen Brutus, 
 Covering Diferetion witha Coat of Foliy; 
 As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide thofe Roots 
 That hall firft {pring, and be moft delicate. 
 Dolphin, Well,’cis not fo, my Lord High Conftable. 
 But though we thinkeit fo, itisno matter 
 Tn caufes of defence, tis beft ro weigh 
 The enemie more mightie then he feemes, 
 ‘Sothe proportions of defence are fill’d : 
 | Which of a weake and niggardly projection, 
 Doth like a Mifer fpoyle his Coat, with {canting 
 Alittle Cloth. 
 King. Thinke we King Harry {trong : 
 And Princes, looke you itrongly arme to meet him. 
 The Kindred of bim hath beene flefht upon us : 
 
 That haunted us in our familiar Pathes : 
 Witnefle our tco much memorable fhame, 
 When Crefly Battell fatally wasftrucke, 
 And all our Princes captiv'd, by the hand 
 Of that blacke Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales: | _ 
 Whiles that his Mountaine Sire, on Mountaine ftanding | 
 Vpin the Ayre, crown'd withthe Golden Sunne, | 
 Saw his Heroicall Seed, and {mild to fee him 
 Mangle the Worke of Natnre, and deface ois 
 The Patternes, that by Godand by French Fathers © |” 
 Had twentie yeeres beene made. ThisisaStemy || | 
 Of that Victorious Stock ; and let us feare ae 
 The Natiue mightinefleand fate of him. r 
 Enter a Meffenger, [ 
 (Mef. Embafladors from Harry King of England, ~ 
 Doecrave admittance to your Majelty. LW 
 King. Weele give them prefent audience. 
 Goe, and bring them. 
 You fee this Chafe is hotly followed, friends. ae 
 _ Dolphin. Turne head, & ftop purfisit : for coward Dogs} 
 
 | Moft {pend their mouths,whe what they feemtothreaten 
 
 Runs farre before them. Good my Soueraigne - 
 Take up the Englith fhort, arid let them know 
 Of what a Monarchie you are the Head : 
 Scife-love, my Liege,is not fo vile a finne, 
 As felfc-neglecting. 
 Enter Exetere 
 King. From our Brother of Engtand ? mote 
 Exe, From him, and thus he greets your Majefties | 
 He wills you in the Name of God Almightie, => 
 That you deveft your felfe,andlay apart = 
 The borrowed Glories, that by gift of Heaven, 
 By Law of Natare,and of nations, longs E 
 To him and to his Heires, namely, tke Crowne; 
 And all wide-itretched Honors, that pertaine 
 By Cuftome, and the Ordinance of Times, 
 Vnto the Crowne of France ;that you may know 
 "Tisno finifter, norno awk-ward Clayme, es 
 Pickt from the Worme-holes of long-vanifht dayes, | 
 Nor from the duft of old Oblivion rakr, OE 
 He fends you this moft memorable Lyne 5 
 In every Branch truly demontftrative ; 
 Willing you over-looke this Pedigree : 
 And when you find him evenly deriv’d 
 From his moft fam’d, of famous Anceftors, 
 Edwardthe third; he bids you thenrefigne 
 Your Crowne and K ingdome indireGily held 
 From him the Native and true Challenger. 
 King. Orelfe what followes? me 
 Exe. Bloody conftraint: for if you hide the Crowne 
 Even in your hearts,there will he rake for it. 
 Therefore in fierce Tempeft is he comming, 
 In Thunder and in Earth-quake, like a Jove: 
 That if requiring faile,he will compell. 
 And bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord, 
 Deliverup the Crowne, and to take mercie ‘a Se 
 On the poore Soules, for whom this hungry Warre | 
 Opens his vaftie lawes : and on your or oi 
 Turning the Widdowes Teares, the Orphans Cryes, 
 The dead-mens Bloud, the priuy Maidens Groanes, 
 For Husbands Fathers and betrothed Lovers, 
 That thall be {wallowed in this Controverfie. a 
 This is his Clayme, his threatning, and my Meflage 
 Vnleffe the Dolphin be in prefence here; | ee de 
 To whom expreffely } bring greeting too. 
 
King. For us, We will confider of this furthers: 
 1 To morrow fhall you beare our full intent 
 | Back to our Brother of England. 
 Delph, For the Dolphin, 
 I ftand here for him:what to him from England? ° 
 Exe. Scorne and defiance, fleight regard,contempt, 
 Andany thing that may not mif-become 
 The mighty Sender,doth he prize you at. 
 Thus fayes my. King:and if your Fathers Highneffe 
 | Doenor,in graunt of all demands at large, 
 Sweeten the bitter Mock you fent his Majefty; 
 Hee’lecall you,to fo hot an Anfwer of it, 
 | ThatCavesand Womby Vaultages of France 
 | Shall chide your Trefpas, and returne your Mock 
 Infecond Accent of his Ordinance. 
 Dolph. Say:if my Father render faire returne, 
 | Itisagaintt my will:for I defire 
 | Nothing but Oddes with England, ; 
 To that end,as matching to his Youth and Vanity, 
 I did prefent him with the Paris-Balls. ; 
 Ex. Hee'le make your Paris Loover fhake for it, 
 | Were it the Miftrefle Court of mighty Europe: 
 | And be affur’d, you’le finda diffrence, 
 __ | Aswe his Subjects have in wonder found, 
 _ | Betweenethe promife of his greener dayes, 
 | And thefe he maifters now:now he weighes Time 
 ~ | Even tothe utmoft Graine:that you fhallreade 
 _ | Inyour owne Loffes, if he flay in France. : 
 . King. To morrow fhall you know our mindat ful. 
 -Flonrith, 
 _ | €xe. Difpatch us with all fpeed, leaft that our King 
 ‘Come here himfelfe to queftion our delay; 
 } For he is footed in this Land already... 
 
 " 3 ! A Night is but {mall breathe,and little pawfe, (ons. 
 ot _ | Toanfwer matters of this confequence: Excunt, 
 i % 
 
 eA us Secundus. 
 
 a rp ge en 
 
 IE te a 
 
 Enter (horus. 
 
 Thus with imagin’d wing our fwift Sceene flyes, 
 In motion of no leffe célerity ten that of Thoughe 
 __ | Suppofe,that you have feene 
 
 _ | The well-appointed King at Dover Peer, 
 _ | Embarke his Royalty:and his brave Fleet, 
 | With filken Streamers, the young Phebus tayning; 
 _} Play with your Fancies: and in them behold, 
 Vpon the Hempen Tackle,Ship-boyes climbing; 
 _| Hearethe thrill Whiftle, which doth order give 
 _ | Tofounds confus’d : behold the threaden Sayles, 
 | Borne with tlinvifibleand creeping Wind, 
 | Draw the hoge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea, 
 _ | Breftingthe lofty Surge. O, doe but thinke =~ 
 You ftand upon the Rivage.and behold 
 A Citie on th’inconftant Billowes dauncing: 
 _ | For foappcares this Fleet Majefticall, 
 _ | Holding due courfeto Harflew. Follow, follow: 
 
 | Gr our minds to fternage ofthis Nauy, 
 
 | Andieave your England as dead Mid-nighr, {till, 
 aa Guarded with Grandfires,Babyes, and old Women, 
 _ | Either paft,or notarriv’d to pyth and puiffance; 
 {For who is he, whofe Chin is but enricht 
 
 Lhe Life of Henry the Fife. 
 
 } Levit pry through the portage of the Head, 
 
 King. You thallbe foone difpatcht , with faire conditi- 
 
 eWhofe Lymbes were made in England;fhew us here 
 
 | Cty,God for Harry, England, and S. George. 
 
 7 
 
 With one appearing Hayre,that will not follow” 
 
 ean Pans +e shh in Cavaliers to France? 
 »worke your Thoughts , and therein {ee a Siege: 
 
 Behold the Ordenance on seit Carriages, RE 
 
 With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew, 
 
 Suppofe th’Embaflador from the French comes back: 
 
 Tells Harry, That the King doth offer hin 
 
 Katherine his Daughter,and with her'to Dowrie 
 
 Some petty and unprofitable Dukedomes. ‘ 
 
 The offer likes notzand the nimbic Gunner 
 
 With Lynfteck now the divellith Cannon'touches. 
 
 elaram,ana Chambers gee off. 
 And downe goes all before them. Still be kind j 
 And ech out our performance with your mind. Exit, 
 
 Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford and Gloucefter, 
 etlarum: Scaling Ladasrs at Harflew. 
 
 King. Once more unto the Breach, 
 Deare friends,once more; 
 Or clofethe Wall up with our Englith dead: 
 In Peace,there’s nothing fo becomes a man, 
 As modett ftillneffe,and humility: 
 But when the blaft of Warre blowes in our eares, 
 Then imitate the ation of the Tyger: 
 Stiffen the finewes,commune up the blood, 
 Difguile faire Nature with hard-fayvour’d Rage: 
 Then lend the Eye a terrible afpect: 
 
 Like the Braffe Cannon:let the Brow o’rewhelmei 
 Asfearefully, as dotha galled Racke vias 
 O’re-hang and jutty his confounded Bafe, 
 Swill’d with the wilde and waftfall Ocean. 
 Now fetthe Teeth, and ftretch the Nofthrill wide, 
 Hold hardithe Breath and bend up every Spirit 
 To his full height. On,you Nobleft Englifh, 
 Whofe blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe: 
 ee like fo many Alexanders, 
 
 ave in thefe parts from Morne till Even fought. 
 And fheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument. 
 Difhonour not your Mothers : now atteft, 
 That th@fe whom you cali’d Fathers,did beget you. 
 Be Coppy now to me of groffer blood, 
 And teach them how to Warre.And you good Yeomen, 
 
 The mettell of your Pafture:let us{weare, 
 
 That youare worth your breeding:which I doubt not: 
 For there is none of you fo meane and bafe, 
 
 That hath not-Nobielufter in your eyes. 
 
 I fee you ftand like Grey-hounds in the flips, 
 Straying upon the Start. The Game’s afoot: 
 
 Follow your Spirit;and upon this Charge, 
 
 Alarum and Chambers goe off. 
 
 Enter Nim, Bardolsh, Piftoll,and Boy. 
 Bard,On,on,on,on,on,to the breach,to the breach. 
 Wim. ‘Pray thee Corporail {tay , the Knocks are too } 
 hot: and for mine owne part,! have nora Cafe of Lives: 
 the humor of itis coo hot , thatis the very plaine-Song } 
 of it. | 
 
 Pift. The plaine-Song is moft juft : for humors doea- 
 bound ; Knocks goe and come : Gods Vaffals drop and 
 dye : and Sword and Shield,in bloody Field, doth winne 
 immortall fame: 
 
 ‘Boy. Would I were inan Ale-houfe in London,I would 
 give all my fame for a Pot of Ale,and fafety. eed 
 ke: Pit, And |: 
 
‘ 
 
 98 The Life of Hens; the Fift. 
 
 I i nen a EE a a 
 Pift. And 1: If wifhes would prevaile withme, my ) ledge inth’aunchiant Warres, upon my particularknowe |. 
 
 purpofe fhould not faile with me ; but thither would I | ledge of his directions : by (efow he will maintaine his 
 high. 
 
 Boy. As duly ,but notas truly, as Bird doth fing on 
 ; bough. 
 1 Enter Fluellen. 
 
 exit atte NAR A TN 
 
 | Flv pte the breach,you Dogges;avant you Cullions. 
 Pif. Be merciful great Duke to men of Mould : a- 
 bate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage ;abate thy Rage, 
 great Duke. Good Bawcocke bate thy Rage : ule lenity 
 {weet Chucke. 
 N im. Thefe be good humors : your Honor wins bad 
 humors, Exit. 
 Boy. Asyoungaslam, I have obferv’d thefe three 
 Swafhers . 1am Boy to them all three, but all they three, 
 though they would ferve me, could not be Manto me; 
 for indecd three fuch Antiques do not amount to aman: 
 for Bardolph,hee is white-liver'd,, aud red-fac'd ; by the 
 meanes whereof, a faces it out, but fights not : for Piftoll, 
 hee hath a killing Tongue, and a quiet Sword ; by the 
 meanes whereof, abreakes Words , and keepes whole 
 Weapons : for Xim , hee hath heard, that men of few 
 Words are the beft men,and therefore hee {cornes to fay 
 his Prayers, lefta fhould be thought a Coward : but his 
 few bad. Wordsare matcht withas few good Deeds; for 
 anever broke any mans Head but his owne,and that was 
 againfta Poft, when he was drunke. They wiil fteale any 
 thing, and call ic Purchafe, Bardolph ftole a Lute-cafe, 
 bore it twelve Leagues, and fold it for three halfepence. 
 N ine and Bardolpb ave {worne Brothers in filching : and 
 in Callice they ftole a fire-thovell. I knew by that peece 
 of Service , the men would carry Coales. They would 
 have me as familiar with mens Pockets, as their Gloves 
 or their Hand-kerchers : which makes mychagainft my 
 Manhood, if I fhould take from anothers Pocket, to put 
 into mine ; for itis plaine pocketting up of Wrongs. I 
 muft leave them , and fecke fome better Service : their 
 Villany goes againft my weake ftomacke , and therefore 
 I mutt caft it up. Exit. 
 Enter Gower. 5 
 Gower. Captaine Fiuellen , you muft come prefently to 
 the Mynes; the Duke of Gloucefter would {peake with 
 
 you. é 
 Fils. Tothe Mynes ? Tell you the Duke, itis not fo | 
 
 goodtocome to the Mynes: for looke you, the Mynes 
 are not according to the difciplines of the Warresthe cé- 
 cavities of it is not fuiticient : for looke you , th’athver- 
 fary,you may difcuffe unto the Duke , looke you, is digt 
 himtelfe foure yard under the Countermines: by Chefbe, 
 
 I thinke a will plowe up all,if there is not better directi- 
 
 ons. 
 
 Gower. The Duke of Gloucefter , towhom the Order 
 of the Siege is given , is altogether direéted by an Irifh 
 man, a very valiant Gentleman yfaith. 
 
 Welch. Itis Captaine Makworrice,is it nov? 
 
 Gower, I thinke it be. 
 
 Welch. By (elon he is an Afie, asi: the World,T will 
 verifie as much in his Beard: he ha’snc. more directions 
 in the true difciplines of the Warres - iooke you , of the 
 Roman difciplines,then is a Puppy-og. 
 
 Enter Makmorrice and Coptasne Tamy. 
 
 Gower. Here a comes,and the Scots Captaine,Captaine 
 Tawy, with him. 
 
 welch. Captaine Jay is a mervellous falorous Gen- 
 tleman,that is certain,and of great expedition and know- 
 
 LR F, 
 
 will'you voutiafe me,looke you,a few difputations with |! 
 you,as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of | — 
 the Warre, the Roman Warres,in the way of Argument, | 
 looke you,and friendly communication:partly tofatishie 3 
 my Opinion,and partly for the fatistaction,lookeyou,of | 
 my Mind : as touching the direction of the Military dif) 
 cipline,that isthe Point. Shes 
 
 Scot. fay gudday,Captaine Flnellen. 
 
 Ini. By Chrifh Law tifh ill done : the Workeith 
 
 a 
 
 Welch. Captaine Afakmorrice, 1 befeech you now, 
 
 Sco. It(ll be vary gud;eud feith, gud Caprens bath, 
 
 and I fall quit you with gud leve, as 1 may pick occafion: A 
 
 that fajl I mary: 
 
 inh. It isno time to difcourfe, fo Chrifh fave me: 
 
 the day ishot,and the Weather,and the Warres,andithe | 
 
 Argument as wellas any Militarie mani in the World, in | q 
 the difciplines of the Priftine Warres of the Romans. | 
 
 Welch. Godden to your Worlhip, good Captaine | — 
 lames. nba Ae 
 Gower, How now Captaine A4akmorrice,have you quit | — 
 the Mynes ? have the Pioners given o’re? Lut 
 
 give over,the Trompet found the Retreat. By my Hand |. 
 I fweare,and my farhers Soule , the Worke ith ill done: 
 it ith give over : 1would have blowed up the Towne | ~ 
 (o Chrifh fave me law, inan houre. O tifhill done jifh | 
 ill done : by my Handtifh ill done. 
 
 King,and the Dukes:it 1s no time to difcourfé,the Town | — | 
 
 is beteech’d:and the Trumpet call us to the breech, and | — 
 
 we talke,and be Chrifh do nothing, tis fhame for usall: 
 {o God fa’me tis fhame to ftand {till,it is fhame by my 
 
 hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes tobe: | — 
 done,and there ifh nothing done, fo Chrift fa’melaw. 1a 
 
 Scot. By the Mes, cretheife eyes of minetakethem- | — 
 {elves to flomber , ayle de gud fervice, or lle ligge ath | © 
 
 grund for it ;ay , or goe to death : and Ie pay’tas valo- 
 
 roufly asI may, that fall I fuerly do, thatisthebreffand | 
 thelong : mary, 1 wad full faine heard fome queftion | 
 
 tween you tway- 
 
 VV ele. Captaine Mackmorrice , Ithinke,looke you, | — o 
 
 under your correction, there is not many of your Na- 
 tion. 
 
 ith my Nation ? Who talkes of my Nation? 
 
 gf 
 tk i 
 UVelch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwile | 
 
 then is meant , Captaine Adackmorrice , peradventureE. 
 thalthinke you doe not ufe me with that affablility,asin 
 difcretion you oughtto ufe me, looke you, being asgooe 
 aman as your felfeboth in the difciplines of Watre; 
 
 in the derivation of my Birth , and in other particula- 
 rities. . 
 
 Jrifo.T do not know you fo good’a man.as my felfe: 
 
 fo Crifh fave me,l will cut off your Head. 
 
 Gower. Gentlemen both, you will miftake cach other. | 
 
 Scot. A, that’s a foule fault. 
 Gower. The Towne founds a Parley. 
 
 UVelch. Captaine Maskmorrice, when there ismote | 
 
 better opportunity to berequired, looke you, I W: 
 foboldastotell you , Iknow the difciplines of Watté 
 and there isan end. _ Exits 
 
 _ drift. Of my Nation ? What ifh my Nation ?Ifha | Ay 
 Villaine,anda Bafterd,andaKnave , anda Rafcall.What | 7) 
 
 _ Enter the King and all bis Traine before the Gates. f o 
 King, How yet refolves the Governour of the Town? | 
 
 : 
 & 
 4 
 
 This is the Jateft Parle we willadmit: : 
 There 
 
 ee Se me 
 ss 5 
 
| Therefore toour beft mercy give your felves, 
 ‘| Orliketo men prowd ofdettruction, 
 Defieusto our worft : for as Tama Souldier, 
 A Name that in my thoughts becomes me belt; 
 If Ibegin the batt’rie once againe,: 
 I will not leavethe halfe-atchieved Harflew, 
 Till in her-afhes fhe lye buryed. 
 The Gates of Mercy fhall be all fhut up, etet By 
 And the flefh’d Souldier, roughand hard of heart, 
 | Inliberty of bloody hand, fhail raun¢e 
 | With Confcience wide as Hell,mowing like Graffe 
 | Your frefh faire Virgins,and your flowring, Infantss 
 
 | What isitthento me,ifimpious Warre,, 
 
 | Arrayed in games like to the Prince of Fiends, 
 
 | Doe with his {myrcht complexion all fell feats, 
 
 Enlynckt to wafte and defolation? 
 
 ‘What is’t to me,when you your felvesare caufe, 
 If your pure Maydens fall into the hand. 
 
 | OF hot arid forcing Violation? 3 
 
 | What Reyne cari hold licencious Wickedneffe, 
 
 _ | Whendowne the Hill he holds his fierce Carriere? 
 
 We may as bootleffe {pend our vaine Command 
 Vpon th’enraged Souldiers in their fpoyle, 
 
 | As fend Precepts to the Leviathan to come afhore. 
 
 Therefore, you men of Harflew, 
 
 Take pitty of your Towne and of your People, 
 Whiles yet my Souldiers are in my Command, 
 Whiles yet the coole and temperate Wind of Grace 
 
 | Ovre-blawesthe filthy and contagious Clouds 
 
 Of headdy Murther,Spoyle, and Villany. 
 
 If not : why in a moment looke to fee oF 
 
 | The blind and bloody Souldier,with foule hand . 
 
 } Defirethe Locks of your fhrill-thriking Daughters: 
 Your Fathers taken by the filver Beards, sf 3 
 “And their moft reverend Heads dafht to the Walls: 
 
 | Your naked Infants {pitted upon Pykes, 
 ‘Whiles the mad Mothers, with their howles confus’d, 
 Doe breake the Clonds;as did the Wives of lewry, 
 At Herods bloody-hunting flaughter-men. 
 
 What fay you? Will you yeeld,and this avoyd? 
 
 1 Or guilty in defence,be thus deftroy’d. 
 
 . Enter Goverxour. 
 Gover. Our expectation hath this day an end: 
 
 _| The Dolphin,whom of Succours weentreated, 
 | Retarhés us,that his Powers are yet not ready; 
 
 Torayfe {o great a Siege: Therefore great King, 
 
 ~ | Weyeeld our Towneand Livestothy foft Mercy: 
 __ | Enter our Gates, difpofe of us and ours, 
 
 | For wénolonger are defenfible. 
 } King. Open your Gates:Come Vnckle Exater, 
 
 | Go€ youand enter Harflew , there remaine, 
 
 And fortific it {trongly 'gaintt the French: 
 
 Ve mercy to them all for us,deare Vnckle: 
 The Winter comming of,and Sicknefle growing 
 Vpon our Souldiers,we will retyre to Calis. 
 Tonight in Harflew will we be your Gueft, 
 
 aS Tomorrow for the Martch are weaddreft, 
 
 Flosrifh and enter the Towne, 
 
 _ Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman.  — 
 - . Kath. eAllice, tn as efté en eArgleterre, & tn parlois bien 
 ke Language. = 
 Alice. &n pra: Madame. fins Hu}; 
 | Kath. Te te prie me enfeigner,il faut que j apprenne aparler. 
 | Comment appellé vows ta main en eAnglois? 
 
 ~ Alice. La main, il eS appeile, de Hand, 
 
 The Lifeof King Henry the Fift. 
 
 19 
 
 Kath. De Hande oe 
 Alsce. Et-le doyt. | foo0r.4 j 
 Kat, Le doye , ma foy ie onblie le doyt, mais.ie me fouvien- | 
 dray Le doyt, ie penfe qu'ils ont appelle de fingers, om de fingress | 
 Alice. La main, de. Handle dayt, le Fingres, /e penfe que 
 te [nis de bon efcholier. 
 Kath. Vay gaigne denx mots d Anglois viflement,comment 
 appellé vous les ongles? rhs ( 
 eAlice Les ongles, les appellons de Nayles. sh bth 
 Kath. De Nayles.efcoute : dites moy, ft t¢ parle bien: de § 
 Hand de Fingres,de Mayles. 
 Alice. C’eft bsen dit Madame, ilef? fort bon Angloss, 
 Kath. Dites moyen Anglois le bras. Siren 
 Alice, De Arme, Madame. 
 Kath. Et lecoude. . 
 eAlice. D’ Elbow. = 
 Cath. D’ Elbow: Te ws en fait la repetition de tous les mots 
 que Vous w aver, apprins dés aprefent. 
 eAlice. Il eft trop difficile Adadame,comme tepenfe, ... 
 Kath. Excule moy Alice,cfeonte,a Hand , deFingre, de 
 Nayles, 2 eArme, de Bilbow. OE 
 Alice. D elbow, Adadame. arenes? 
 Kath. O Seigneur Dien , ie men. oublie & Elbow,commint 
 appelle voms Le col. : 
 Alice. De Neck,¢-Madame. 
 Kath. De Neck, e manton, 
 elite. de Chin. > iw 
 Kath. De Sin:le col,de N eckyle mantop, de Sina .. 
 Alice. Ony.Sauf voftre honneur en verte vous prononcses 
 des mots anffi droifl,gue le Watifi d Angleterre. aoe, | 
 Kath, lene dose. point d' apprendre par. la grace de Dien, 
 Ch en pen de temps. ie, _ 
 4h.N avez vous pas defia onblie ce quese vous ay enfergne, 
 Kath. Nomms, iereciteray a vous promptement,d Hand,de 
 Fingre,de Nayles, Madame. ' te 
 eAlice: De KN ayles, Madame. 
 Kath, De Nayles de Armed: Tibow. 
 Alice. Sans vostre honneur d'elbow. go alts 
 Kath, eAinfi dis-ied elbow,de Neck, & de Sin: coment ap- 
 pelle vous les pieds G de roba. 
 Alice. Le foot (Madame, & le Count. 
 Kath. Le Foot, c le Count : O Seigneur Dien , ce font des 
 mots manuais corruptible & inpudique Ch non pour les Da- 
 es ad onnenr d’ufer : le ne vordrois prononcer ces mots dé- 
 ‘vant les Seignenrs de France, pour tout le monde,t) fant le Foot 
 & le Count,neant moins, le reciterayun antrefois ma lecon en- 
 femble , d Wand, de Fingre, de Nayles, d Arme, & Elbow,de | 
 Neck, de Sin, de Foot,le Count. 
 Alice. Excellent, Madame. 
 Kath.€ eft affex ponr wue fois ,allons nous en difner. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter the K ing of France, the Dolphin, the 
 Conftabl: of France, and others. . 
 King.’ Tis certaine he hath paft the River Somes . 
 (Const. Andif he be not fought witball,my Lord, 
 Letus not live in France:let us quit all, : 
 And give our Vineyards to a barbarous People, 
 Dolph.O Dies vivant : Shalla few Sprayes of.us, 
 The emptying of our Fathers Luxury, | 
 Ouf Syens, pat in wilde and favage Stock, 
 Spirt up fo fuddenly into the Clouds, 
 And over-looke their Grafters? aitin hia 
 Brit.Normans,but baftard Normans,Norman baftards: | 
 Mort de ma vie, ifthey marchalong __. Pe 
 Vanfought withalisbut I will a my Dukedomes_ 
 shies teins bricroranepr Sah 
 
Tobuyaflobbry and a durty Farme 
 Inthat nooke-fhotten Ile of Albion. 
 
 Conft. Dien de Battailles where have they this mettell? 
 Tsnot their Clymate fogeyv,raw.and dalle ' 
 On whom,as in defpight,the Sunne lookes pale, 
 Killing their Fruit with frownes? Can fodden Water, 
 ADretich for fur-reyn’d lades,theit Barly broth, 
 Decott their cold blood to fuch valiant heat? 
 
 And fhall our quick blood, fpirited with Wine, 
 Seeme frottie? O, for honor of oar Land, 
 
 Let us not hanglikeroping Ifyckles 
 
 Vpon Our Houfes Thatch, whiles a more frofty People, 
 Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields: 
 Poore we may call them, in their Native Lords. 
 
 Dolpb.By Faith and Honor, 
 
 Our Madames mock at us,and plainely fay, 
 Our Mettéll is bred out,arid they will give 
 Their bodyes to the Luft of Englifh Youth, 
 To new-ftore France with Baftard Warriors. 
 
 Brit. They bidus tothe Englith Dancing-Schooles,” 
 And teach Lavolta’s high,and {wift Carranto's 
 Saying,our Graceis onely in our Heeles, 
 
 And that Weare moftiofty Run-awayes- 
 
 King. Where is Aontioy the Herald2{peed him hence, 
 Let him greet England with our fharpe dehance. 
 Vp Princes,and with {pirit of Honor edged, 
 
 More fharper then your Swords,high to thefield: 
 Charles Delabreth , High Conftable of France, 
 You Dukes of Orleance,Burbon, and of Berry, 
 elan{on, Brabant, Bar and Burgonie, 
 Taqnes Chutrillion,Rambures, CUandemont, 
 | Benmont Grand Pree, Rouffi,and Faulconbridge, 
 Loys, Leftrale,Bouciqualland Charaloyes, 
 High Dukes, great Princes, Barons,Lords,and Kings; 
 For your great Seats,now quit you of great fhames: 
 Barre Harry England, that {weepes through our Land 
 With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew: 
 Ruth on his Hoatt,as‘doth the melted Snow 
 Vponithe Valleyes;whofe low Vaflall Seat, 
 The Alpes doth fpit,and void his rhewme upon- 
 Goe downe upon -him,you have Power enough, 
 And in'a Captive Chariot, into Roan 
 Bring him our Prifoner- 
 Conft. This becomes the Great. 
 
 Sorry am I his numbersare fofew, 
 His Souldiers fick,and famifht in their Martch: 
 For Tam fure,whenhe hall fee our Army, 
 | Hee'le drop his heart into the finck of feare, 
 And for atchievement,offer us hisRanfome. 
 
 King. Therefore Lord Conftable,hafte on Montiny, 
 | And let himfay toEngland,that we fend, 
 To know what willing Ranfome he will give. 
 Prince Dolpbin,you fhall ftay with us in Roan. 
 
 Dolph. Not {o,1 doe befeech your Majeity. 
 
 King. Be patient, for you fhall remaine withus. 
 Now forth Lord:Conftable,and Princes all; 
 
 And quickly bring us word of Englandsfall.  &xenur. 
 
 Enter Captaines ,Englifs and UUelch, Gower. 
 and Flaellen. 
 Gower. How now Captaine F/nellex., come you from 
 theBridge? 
 Fly. Laffure you, thereis very excellent Services com- 
 | mittedat the Bridge. 
 Gow. Isthe Duke ofExeter fafe? j 
 _ Flu. The Duke of Exeter isas magnanimous ase<ga- 
 
 | Sphericall Stone, which rowles,and rowles, 
 
 mennon,anda man that I love and honour with my foule 
 and my heart,and my duty , andy live , and my living, 
 and my uttermoft power. He isnot, Godbe prayfed and 
 bleffed , any hurt inthe World, but keepes the Bridg i 
 moft valiantly, with excellent difcipline. There isan aun. | 
 chient Lieutenant there at the Pridge,I thinkein my very | 
 confcience hee isas valianta manas (Marke Anthonyand | 
 hee is a man of noeftimation in the W orld but Tdid fee | 
 him doeas gallant {ervice; gt ny i 
 Gow. What doe you call him? di ibaa 
 Fla. He is call’daunchient Pifoll. +, 
 Gow. I know him not. s/s 
 Enter Psftol. 1 
 Fla. Here is the man, re th 
 Pift. Captaine , I thee befeech to doe me favours:the | 
 Duke of Exeter doth love thee well. 
 
 Flu.1, Uptayfe God , and [have merited fome love at ; 4 
 his hands. Worl 
 Pift. Bardolph , a Souldier :firme and found of heart, 
 
 and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddy | 
 Fortunes furious fickle W heele,that goddefle blind,that | 
 ftands upon the ro}ling reftiefle Stone. Nis Se 
 Flu. By your patience , aunchient Piftoll: Fortuneis | 
 painted biinde, witha Muffler afore his eyes, to fignifie | 
 to you, that Fortune is blinde ; and thee is paintedalfo } 
 with a Wheele,to fignifie to you, which is the Morallof 
 it, that fhee is turning and inconftant , and mutability, 
 and variation : and her foot, looke you, is fixed upona | 
 and rowles: | 
 in good truth,the Poet makes a moft excellent defcripti- 
 on of it:Fortune isan excellent Morall. xk 
 Pift. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him: 
 for he hath ftolnea Pax, and hanged muft a be: damned | 
 death : let Gallowes gape for Dogge , let Man goefree, | 
 
 and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe fuffocate: but Exeter | 
 
 hath given the doome of death, for Pax of little price. | 
 Therefore goe {peake, the Duke will heare thy voyees | 
 and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut witholgetl 4 
 peta ent and vile reproach. Speake Captainefor his} — 
 Life,and I will thee requite. ee oe 
 
 Féa. Aunchient Piftolt , I doe partly underftand your 
 meaning. . 
 Pift. Why then rejoyce therefore. 
 
 Fix, Certainly Aunchient , it is not athing torejoct 
 
 | at: for if, looke you, he were my Brother,I would defire 
 
 the Duke to ufe hi$'good pleafure,and pat him to execute 4. 
 
 tion ; for difcipline ought to be ufed. in 
 Pif?. Dye,andbedamn’d,and Figo forthy friendthip:} |, 
 Flu. It is well & ee 
 Pift. The Figge of Spaine. Exit. , 
 Fla, Very good. as 
 
 Gow. Why,thisis an arrant counterfeit Rafcall, Ire) — 
 
 member him now: a Bawd,a Cut-purfe. i 
 
 Flu. lie affure you ,autt’red as prave words atthe 
 Pridge,as you fhall feein a Summers day s but itis very 
 well : what he-ha’s {poketo me, that is well Iwarrant} 
 you, when times ferve. one 
 
 Gow. Why ’tis aGull , a Foole, a Rogue,that now an 
 then goes to the Warres,to grace himfelfe at his returme 
 into London, under the forme of a Souldier sand {uc 
 
 fellowes areperfit inthe Great Commanders Names, © | 
 they willlearne you by rote where Services weredon 
 at {uch and fucha Sconce,at fucha Breach,at fuch a © 
 voy : who came off bravely . who was fhot , w# 
 grac’d,what termes the Enemy ftood on: and 
 
 conne perfitly inthe phrafe of Warre ; which they 
 
 . 
 ° 
 
-up;with new-tuned Oathes:and whata Beardof the Ge- 
 neralls Cut,dnd ahorride Sure of the Campe, will doe a- 
 mong foming Bottles, and Ale-wafht wits , is wonder- 
 { fullto be thought on:but you: muft learne to know fuch 
 anders of the age, or elf you may be marvelloufly mi- 
 | ftooke. : 
 ) __. Fla. T tell you what, Captaine Gower : I doe perceive 
 hee isnot the man that hee would gladly make thew to 
 the World hee is : if I finde a hole in his Coat , I will tell 
 him my minde ¢ hearke you,the King is comming , and L 
 |_| muft fpeake withhim from the Pridge. 
 
 Drum and Colours, Enter the King and his. 
 q posre Souldiers, 
 Ma Flz. God pleffe your Majefty. 
 _ | Kia.How now Fltellen,cam’{t thou from t he Bridge? 
 te Fla I; fo pleafe your Majefty : The Duke of Exeter 
 _ | ha’s very gallantly maintain’d the Pridge ; the French is 
 
 gone off , looke you,and there is gallant and moft prave 
 u paflages : marry, th’athverfarie was have poffeffion of 
 ig | the Pridge’, but heis enforced to retyre,and the Duke of 
 | Exeter is Mafter of the Pridge :I cantell your Majeftys 
 te =| the Duke is a prave man. 
 if =| = Kang. What men have you loft,Fiwellen? 
 i | ~~» Flu. The perdition of th’athverfary hath becne very 
 thi =| great , reafonable great : mary for my part, I thinke the 
 mi = |: Dake hathloftnever aman,but one that is like to be exe- 
 it | cuted for robbinga Church,one Bardelph, if your Maje- 
 as | fty know the man : his face is all bubykles ‘and whelkes, 
 it | andknobs,and flamesa fire,and his lippes blowesat his 
 | | nofe, and it is likea coale of fire , fometimes plew , and 
 mi | fometimes red , but-his nofe is executed , and his fire’s 
 bi =f OU. ; f 
 we | King. Weewould have all fuch offendors fo cut off: 
 i ( | & we giveexpreffe charge,that in our Martches through 
 ‘iwy ~~ | the Countrey,, there bee nothing compeli’d from the 
 eye _| Villages;nothing taken, but pay’d for:none of the French 
 » | upbrayded or abufed in difdainefull Language ; for when 
 
 | Levity and Cruelty play for aKingdome, the gentler 
 Gamefter is the fooneft winner. 
 
 | ae Tucket. Enter “Mouatioy. 
 | Afountoy: You know me by my habit. 
 } ‘ King. Well then ,.i know thee: what fhall I know of 
 thee? | 
 |» Adfoun: My Mailters mind. 
 King. Vatold it. 
 | Atountoy. Thus fayes my King + Say thou to Harry 
 | of England, Though we feem’d dead, we bid but fleepe: 
 | Advantage is a better Souldier then rafhnefle. Tell him, 
 | weecould have rebuk’d him at Harflewe , but that wee 
 | \thought not good to bruife an injary, till it were full 
 Tipe. Now we {peake upon our Q. and our voyce is im- 
 periall: England fhall repent his folly, fee his weake- 
 neffle, and admire our fufterance. Bid himthereforecon- 
 ider of his ranfome,which mutt proportion the loffes we 
 have borne, the fubjects we have loft , the difgrace wee 
 have difgefted ;which in weight to re-anfwer,his pettj- 
 
 | nefle would bow under. For ourloffes, his Exchequer is 
 
 too poore; for th’effufion of our bloud,the Matter of his 
 ingdome too fainta number ; and for our difgrace , his 
 erfon kneeling at our feet,but a weake and worth- 
 
 tion. To this adde defiance: and tell him for 
 n, he hath betrayed hisfollowers,, whofe con- 
 nation is pronounc’t : So farre my King and Maitter; 
 
 much my Orfice. - 
 
 The Life of Henry the Fifi. 
 
 Kéng. What isthy name?I knowt 
 Mount. Mountioy. 
 Kéng.Thou doo’ ft thy Office fairely.Turne thee b 
 And teil thy King, Ido¢ not {eeke him now, 
 But could be willing to martch on to Callice, 
 Without impeachment : for to fay the footh, 
 Though ‘tisno wifdome to confeffe fo much 
 Vnto anenemie of Craft and Vantage, 
 My people are with ficknefle much enfeebled, 
 My numbers leffén’d:and thofe few Ihave, + 
 Almoft no better then fo many French; 
 Who when they were in health, {tell thee Herald, 
 I thought,upon one payre of Englith Legges 
 Did martch three Frenchmen, Yet forgive me God; 
 That I doe bragge thus ; this your ayre of France 
 Hath blowne that vice in me. I mutt repent: 
 Goe therefore tell thy Maifter,liere Ian; 
 My Ranfome,is this frayle and worthlefle Trunkes 
 My Army,but a weake and fickly Guard: 
 Yet God before,teil him we will come on, : 
 Though France himfelfe,and {uch another Neighbor 
 Stand in our way. There’s for thy labour Mountioy. 
 
 Hy quality. 
 
 ack, 
 
 Goe bid thy Maifter well advife himfelfe, 
 If wemay pafle, we will:if we be hindred, 
 Wethail your tawny ground with your red blood 
 Difcolour : and fo Mounticy fare you well. 
 
 The fumme of all our Anfwer is but this: 
 
 We would not feéke:a Battaile as we are, 
 
 Nor as we are, we fay wee willnor fhun it: 
 
 So teliyour Maifter, 
 
 : Mount. thall deliver fo: Thankes to your High- 
 ne Cy 
 
 Glottc.1 hope they will not come upon us now- 
 
 King. Weare in Gods hand, Brother,not in theirs? 
 Martch to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night, 
 Beyond the River wee'le encampe our felves, 
 And on tomorrow bid them martch away. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Eater the Coxftable of France,the Lord Ramburs, 
 Orfeance ,D olphin,with orbers. 
 
 Conf. Tut , Uhave the beft Armour of the World; 
 would it were day. 
 
 Ort. You have ai exceilent Armonr: but let my Horfe } 
 have his due. 
 
 Conft. Icis the belt Horfe of Europe. 
 
 Ort. Wiil it never be Morning? . 
 
 Delph. My Lord of Orleance; and my Lord High Con- 
 ftable, you talke of Horfeand Armour? 
 
 Ort, Youwareas well provided of both , as any Prince 
 in the World. 
 
 Dolph, What along Night is this? I will not change 
 my Horfe with avy that treades but on foure pafternes; 
 ch’hazhe bounds from the Earth,as if hisentrayles were 
 hayres: de Cheval dolant, the Pegatus , ches les narines de 
 fea. When I beRtryde him,I {care,l ama Hawkeshe trots 
 the ayre : the Earth fings, when he touches it : the bafeft 
 horne of his hoofe, is more Mufical] then the Pipe of 
 Hermes. Set 
 
 Orl, Hee’s of the colour of the Nutmeg. 
 
 Dolph. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beaft 
 for Perfexs : hee is pure Ayre and Fire; and the dull Ele- 
 ments of Earth and Water never appeare in him,but on- } 
 ly in patient ftilnefle while his Rider mounts him : hee 
 is indeede a Horfe , and ali other Iades you may call 
 Beafts. 4, 0%, * 
 
 4 
 
 Conft.In~ 7: 
 
oe 
 
 Conft. Indeed my Lord, itisa moft abfolute and excel- 
 lent Horfe. ae 
 
 Dolph. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like 
 the bidding of'a Monarch, and his countenance enforces 
 Homage. 
 
 Orl. No more Confin- 
 
 Delph. Nay, the man hath no wit , that cannot from 
 the rifing of the Larketo the lodging of the Lambe,vary 
 déferved prayfe on my Palfray: it isa Threame as fluent 
 as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues , and 
 my Horfe is argument forthem all : "tis a fubject fora 
 Soueraigne torcafon on , and for a Soveraignes Sove- 
 raigne to ride on: And for the World, familiar to us,and 
 unknowne, to lay apart their particular Funétions , and 
 wonder athim. Lonce writ a Sonnet in his prayfe , and 
 began thus, Wonder of Nature. 
 
 Orleance. 1 have heard a Sonnet begin fo to ones Mi- 
 ftreffe. 
 Dolph. Then did they imitate that which I compos’d 
 to my Courfer,for my Horfe ismy Miftreffes 
 
 Orl. Your Miftrefle beares well. 
 
 well. Me well, which is the prefcript prayfe and per- 
 fection of agood and particular Miftreffe. 
 
 “Conft. Nay , for me thought yefterday your Miftreffe 
 fhrewdly fhooke your back. 
 
 Dolpl. So perhaps did yours. 
 
 ((onst. Mine was not bridled. 
 
 Dolph, O then belike fhe was old and gentle ,and you 
 rode like a Kerne of Ireland,your French Hofe off,and in 
 your ftrait Stroffers. 
 
 a Conf. You have good judgement in Horfeman- | 
 ip. 
 lp. Be warn’d by me then : they that ride fo ,and 
 ride not warily , fall into foule Boggs:1 had rather have 
 my Horfeto my Mittreffe. 
 
 Conft. Lhad as live have my Miftreflea Tade. 
 
 Dolph, | tell thee Conttable , my Miftreffe weares his 
 
 owne hayres 
 
 Conft. T could makeas tive a boaft asthat , ifT hada 
 
 Sow tomy Miftrefle. 
 Dolph. Le chien ef? retournc a [on propre vomiffement eft 
 Ia levye lavee an bourbier:thou mak’ft ule of any thing. 
 
 Coxft. Yet doe I not ufemy Horfe for my Mittreffe, 
 or any {uch Proverbe, fo little kin to the purpofe. 
 
 Ramb. My Lord Conftable, the Armourthat I faw in 
 your Tent to night, arethofe Starres or Sunnes upon it? 
 
 Conft.Starres my Lord. 
 
 Dolph. Some cf them will fall to morrow, hope- 
 
 Conft, And yet my Sky fhall not want. 
 
 Dolph. That may be,for you beare amany fuperfluon{- 
 ly,and ’twere more honor fome were away. 
 
 Conft. Ev'nas your Horfe beares your prayfes , who 
 would trot as wel,were fome of your bragges difmoun- 
 
 ed, 
 
 Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de- 
 fert. Will it never be day ? I will trot to morrow a mile, 
 and my way fhal be paved with Englifh Faces. 
 
 | Conft. Twill not fay fo, for feare I fhould be fac’t out 
 of my way : but I would it were morning , for !would 
 faine be about the eares of the Englith. 
 
 Ramb. Who-will goe to Hazard with mefor twenty 
 Prifoners? . - 
 ~ Conf. You mutt firft goe your felfe to hazard, ere you 
 have them. j 
 
 » Dolph.’ Tis Mid-night, Ile goeerme my felfe. Exit. 
 
 Ori. The Dolphin longs for morning. 
 
 Oath. / y i, 
 Orieance. He is imply the moft active Gentlemanof | 
 
 France. 
 
 The Life of Henry the Fift. 
 
 Ramb. He longsto eatethe Englith. doy i 
 Conft. I thinke he willeate all he kills. 6) ites 
 
 Conf?. Sweare by her Foot,that fhe may tread ont the 4 
 
 (onft. Doing is activity sand he will ftill be doing. 
 Ori. He never did harme,that I heard of. 
 
 Conft. Nor will dee none to morrow ¢ hee will keepe | 4 
 that good namedtill. ec 
 
 Ori. Uknow him tobe valiant. 
 
 Conft: I was told that, by one that knowes him better ; 
 
 then you 
 Orl. What's bee? 
 
 Cont. Marry heetold me fo himfelfe , and hee fuid he i 5 
 
 car’d not who knew it. 
 
 him. 
 
 appeares,it will bate. 
 Orl. Ill will neverfayd weil. neg 
 Conf? 1 will cap that Proverbe with, There is flattery | 
 in friendfhip. : 
 
 Orl. And I will take up that with,Give the Devill his 3 
 
 due. 7 RESIS S ig 
 Conft. Well plac’t :there ftands your friend forthe | 
 Devill: have at the very eye of that Proverbe with, A} 
 
 Pox of the Devill. 
 
 orl. You are the better at Proverbs, by how mucha 4s 
 ave 
 
 Faoles Bo!t is foone fhot. 
 Conft. You have fhot over. ee 
 Orl.’Tis not the firft time you were over-fhot. 
 
 Enter a (Meffenger, 
 
 Meff. My Lord high Conftable, the Englith lye within 
 fiftcene hundred paces of your Tents. sie 
 Conf. Who hath meafur'dthe ground? 
 Mef. The Lord Grandpree. aie 
 (Cont. A valiant and moftexpert Gentleman. Would 
 
 it were day? Alas poore Harry of England :heelongs 
 not for the Dawning,as wee doe. Sad 
 Ord. Whata wretched and peevith fellow is this King 
 
 of England, to mope with his fat-brain’d fellowers{o i 
 
 farre out of his knowledge. 
 
 (Conft. If the Englith had any apprehenfion, they would = | 
 
 runne away. 
 
 Orl, That they lack : for if their heads had any intelle- 
 tual Armour,they could never weare uch heavy Head.’ 
 pieces. . 
 Ramb, That Iland of England breedes very ‘valiant 
 Creatures ; their Maftiffes are of vnmatchable cou-| 
 rage. 
 
 the mouth of a Ruffian Beare, & have their heads ert 
 like rotten Apples : you may as well fay, that’s av i 
 eo , that dare eate his breakefaft on the Lippe 
 yon. slay : 
 Conft. Tutt, jut: andthe men doe fympathize 
 the Maftiffes ; in robuftions and rongh comming 
 leaving their Wits with their Wives : and the 
 them great Meales of Beefe, and Iron and Steele 
 
 '| willeate like Wolves, and fight like Devils. 
 
 Ori. By the white Hand of my Lady , hee’s a gallant 
 Prince. ae 
 
 Orleance. He nieedes not, itisno hidden vertuein | 
 
 Con/?.By my faith Sir, but itis :never any body aw: : 7 
 it, buthis Lacquey: ’tisa hooded valour, and whenit | 
 
 SS es ee ee 
 
 — 
 
 Ut esas a 
 
 Orleance. Foolith Curres, that runne winking into ae 
 
 = 
 
2 
 
 | arme:come, fhall we about it? 
 
 Oi Ort. It is now two a Clock: but let me fee,by ten 
 : We thallhavecachahundred Englifh men. — Exenwt. 
 
 x eA lus Tertius. 
 
 ay Chorus; 
 
 Now entertaine conjecture ofa time, 
 When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke 
 Fills the wide V effell of the Vniverfe. 
 
 a From Camp to Camp, through the foule Wb of Night 
 
 | TheHumme of either Army ftilly founds, 
 Le That the fixt Centinels almoft receive 
 a Thefecret Whifpers of each others Watch. 
 Fire anfwers fire and through their paly flames 
 | Each Battaile fees the others umber’d face. 
 i | Steed threatens Steed;in high and beai{tfull Neighs 
 _ | Piereing the Nights dull Eare:and from the Tents, 
 (== | The Armourers accomplifhing the Knights, 
 | With bufie Hammers clofing Rivets up, 
 ig! | Give dreadfull note of preparation. 
 
 +4 4 The Countrey Cocks doe crow, the Clocks doe towle: 
 
 q And the third howre of drowfie Morning nam’d, 
 is = | Prowd of their Numpbers.and fecurein Soule, 
 _. | The confident and over-lufty French, 
 ’ | Doethelow-rated Engiith play at Dice; 
 a | And chidethe creeple-tardy-gated Night, 
 _, | Wholike a foule and ougly Witch dothkimpe ~ 
 
 So tedionfly away, The poore condemned Engli(h, 
 
 | Like Sacrifices,by their watchfull Fires 
 ji | Sit patiently,and iniy ruminate 
 | The Mornings danger:and their gefture fad, 
 
 | Invefting lanke-leane Cheeks,and Warre-worne Coats, 
 | Prefented them unto the gazing Moone 
 
 m7 | Somany horride Ghefts. O now,who will behold 
 
 1 | The Royall Captaine of this ruin’d Band 
 
 oe Let him cry,Prayfe and Glory on his head: 
 ie For forth he goes, and vifits all his Hoaft, 
 | Bidsthem good morrew witha modeft Smyle, 
 
 ‘inf | And calls them Brothers, Friends,and Countreymens 
 ) 
 
 Vpon his Royall Face there is no note, 
 ‘How dread an Army hath enrounded him; 
 Nor doth he dedicate one jot of Colour 
 Vnto the weary and all-watched Night: 
 But frethly lookes,and ov er-beares Attaint; 
 With chearefull fembiance,and {weet Majefty: 
 | Thatevery Wretch; piningand pale before, 
 Beholding him, plucks comfort from his Lookess 
 | ALargeffe univerfall,like the Sunne, 
 is liberall Eye doth give to every one; 
 hawing cold feare,that meane and gentle all 
 Behold,as may unworthineffe define, 
 Allittle touch of Harry inthe Night, — 
 | And fo our Scene mutt to the Battaile flye: 
 Where,O for pitty,we hall much difgrace, 
 ‘ith foure or five moft vileand ragged foyles, 
 Right ill difpos’d, in brawle ridiculous) 
 
 The Life. of Henry the Fife. 
 
 Orl.I , but thefe Englith are fhrewdly out of Beeefe. 
 1s Cont. Then fhall we finde to morrow,they have only 
 tee ftomackesto eate, and none to fight. Now isit time to 
 
 q Walking from Watchto Watch, from Tent to Tent; 
 
 The Name of Agincourt , Yet fit and fee, 
 Minding true things,by what their Mock’ries bee. 
 
 Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucefter. 
 i 
 King. Glofter, tis true that we are in great danger 
 The greater thercfore fhould our Courage be. : 
 God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almighty, 
 There is fome fonle of goodnefle in things evil, 
 Would men obfervingly diftill it out, 
 For our bad Neighbour makes us carly Rtirrers, 
 Which is both healthfuli,and good husbandry. 
 Befides,they are our outward C on{ciences, 
 And Preachers to us a'l;admonifhing, 
 That we fhould dreife us fairely for our end. 
 Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed, 
 And make a Morall of the Divell himfelfe. 
 Enter Erpingham. 
 Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham: 
 A Sood {oft Pillow for that good white Head, 
 Were better thena churlith turfe of France. 
 Erpss. Not {o my Liege,this Lodging likes me better, 
 Since I may fay,now lye Llikea King. 
 King. ’Tis good for men to love their prefent paine, 
 Vpon example,fo the Spirit is eafed: 
 And when the Mind is quickned,out of doubt 
 The Organs,though defun& and dead before, 
 Breake up their drowfie Grave, and newly move 
 With calted flough, and freth legerity. 
 Lend me thy Cioake Sir Thomas:Brothers both, 
 Commend me to the Princes in our Campe; 
 Doe my good morrow to them,and gnon 
 Defirethem all to my Pavillion: 
 Glffer. We fhall, my Liege. 
 Erping. Shall | attend y our Grace? 
 King.No my good Knight: 
 Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England; 
 T and my Bofome muft debate awhile, 
 And then I would no other company. : 
 Erping. The Lord in Heauen blefle thee,Noble. H. 
 : Exeunt. 
 King.God a mercy old Heart,thou fpeak chearefully, 
 
 Enter Piftoll. 
 Piff. Che vous la? 
 Kg. A friend. foe 
 Pif. Difcufle unto me, art thou Officer ,or are thou 
 bafe,common,and popular? 
 King. lama Gentleman of a Company. 
 if. Trayl'ft thou the puiffant Pyke? 
 King. Even{o:what are you? 
 Pift. As good a Gentleman asthe Emperor. 
 King. Then you area better then the King. .. 
 Pit. The King’s a Bawcocke , and a Heart of Gold. .2 
 Lad of Life,an Impe of Fame, of Parepts goods of Fitt ( 
 moft valiant : I kiffe his durty fhove 5 aedifrom heart- } 
 {tring I love the lovely Bully. Whatis thy. Name? 
 King. Harry le Roy. iW be 
 Pi. Le Roy?aCornith Name:artthou of Cornifh Crew? 
 King.No,I am a Welchman. v9 © 
 iff. Know ft thou-Fluellen? 
 King. Yes. 
 - Piff. Tell him He knock his Leeke about hisPateupon | 
 S. Davies day. 
 King. Doe not you weare your erin your Car 
 that day.leatt he hoods that acne . HE 
 
 Pift. Art ‘ 
 
a= 
 
 Pijt. Art thou his friend? 
 
 King. And his Kinfman too. 
 
 Pift. The Figo for thee then. 
 
 King. Ithanke you;Ged be with you. . 
 Pift. My name is Piftol call’d. 
 
 King. It forts well with your fiercenefic. 
 ‘(Manet King. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter F luclien and Gower. 
 Gower. Captaine Finellen. . 
 Pin.’So, inthe Name of fefu Chrift, fpeake fewer = 1t 
 is the greateft admuration in the univerfall World,when 
 the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the 
 Warres is not kept: 1f you would take the paines but to 
 examine the Warres of Pompey the Great,you fhall finde, 
 I warrant you,that there is no tiddletadle nor ptbble ba- 
 ble in Pompeyss Campe: I warrant you, you fhall finde 
 the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it , and 
 the Formes of it, and the Sobriety of it,and the Modefty 
 of it, to be otherwile. : 
 Gower. Why the Enemie is jowd,you heare him all 
 Night. 
 Fix, Ifthe Enemie isan Affeand a Foole , and a pra- 
 ‘ting Coxcombe 5 is it meet,thinke you » that wee fhould 
 alfo, looke you,be an Affe and a Foole,and a prating Cox- 
 combe, in your owne confcience now? 
 Gow. I will {fpeake lower. 
 Fin. 1 pray you,and befeech you,that you will. 
 King. Though it appeare a lictle out of fafhion, 
 | There is much careand valour in this Welchman. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter three Sonldiers,lobn Bates , eAlexander Ci ourt, 
 and Michael Williams. 
 
 Court. Brother John Bates , is not that the Morning 
 
 which breakes yonder? pee 
 Bates. I thinke it be : but wee have no great caufe to 
 defire the approach of day- 
 
 Williams. Wcefee yonder the beginning of the day, 
 but I thinke wee fhall never {ee thee end of it. Who goes 
 there? 
 
 King. A friend. 
 
 will. Vnder what Captaine ferve you? 
 
 King. Vinder Six John Erpixgham. 
 
 Will.A good old C ommander , and a moft kinde Gen- 
 
 tleman : I pray you,what thinkes he of our eftate? 
 Rime: Even as men wrackt upona Sand , that looke to 
 be wafht off the next Tyde. 
 
 Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King? 
 
 * King. No : nor itis not meet he fhould : for though I 
 fpeake itto you; I thinkethe Kingis but aman,as lam: 
 the Violet{mellsto hia, as it dorh to me; the Element 
 fhewes to him , asit doth to me 5 all his fences have but 
 humane Conditions: his Ceremonies layd bysin his Na- 
 kedneffehe appeares but aman ; and though his affecti- 
 onsare higher mounted then ours,yct when they ftoupe, 
 they ftoupe with the like wing : therefore, w hen he fees 
 _ reafon of feares,as we doe; his feares,out of doubt,be of 
 - he famé rellith as oursare + yet in reafon,no man fhould 
 - poffeffe him with any appearance of feare ; leaft hee, by 
 ' fhewing it, fhould dis-hearten his Army. , 
 
 _ Bates. He may thew what outward courage he will: 
 but Ebeleeve as colda Nightas’tis, hee could with him- 
 felfe in Thames up to the Neckjand fol would he were, 
 and {by him, at all adventures,{o we were quit here. 
 
 King. By my troth,I will{peake my confcience of the 
 
 The Life of Henry the Fift 
 
 King : I thinke hee would not with himfélfe any ville 
 but where hee is» : ees | 
 
 {ure to be ranfomed,and.a many poore mens lives faved. | 
 
 here alone :howfoever you {peake this to feeleother | 
 mens minds , methinks | could not dye any where fo} j 
 contented,as in the Kings company;his Canfe being juf,| 
 and his Quarrell honorable. yy 
 
 know enough, if wee know weeare the Kings Subjects; 
 if his Caufe be wrong , our obedience tothe King wipes | 
 the Cryme of it out of us. Bx . 
 
 felfe hath a heavy Reckoning tomake , whenall thofe 
 
 Bates. Then would he were here alone;fo fhould he be ; 
 
 King. I dare fay , you love him not fo ill,co with him. § 
 
 Will. That’s more then we know- |e, 
 Bates. 1, or more then we fhould feeke after; for wee} 
 
 williams. But if the Caufe be not good, the King him- 
 
 Legges , and Armes , and Heads, chopt off ina Battaile, | 
 hail joyne together at the latter day,and cry all, Wee dy- | 
 ed at fucha place, fome fwearing,(ome crying fora Su | 
 geon ;fome upon their Wives left poore behind them; 
 {ome upon the Debts they owe,fome upon their Childre 
 rawly left : Lamatfear’d , there are few dye well,that dye 
 in Battaile : for how can they charitably difpote o! 
 thing , when Blood is their argument?Now, if thefen 
 doe not dye well,it will be a black matter for the King, 
 that led them toit ; whom todifobey , were againftall | 
 proportion of fubjection. : Bt 
 King. So , if aSonne that is by his Father fent about 
 Merchandize,doe finfully mifcarry upon the Sea;the im. 
 putation of his wickedneffe, vy your rule, fhould be im- 
 pofed upon his Father that {ent him : or if'a Servant, un- | 
 der his Maifters command,tranfporting a fummeof Me | 
 ney,be affayled by Robbers,and die in many irreconcil'd | - 
 Iniquities ; you may call the bufineffe of the Maifter the | 
 author of the Servants damnation ; but this isnotfo: | 
 The King is not bound toantwwer the particular endings | of 
 of his Souldiers,the Father of his Sonne,nor the Maifter | Be 
 of his Servant ; for they purpofe not theirdeath ; when | 
 they purpofe their fervices. Befides, thereis noKing,be| 
 his Caufe never fo {potleffe , if it come to the arbittes | — 
 ment of Swords, caatrye it out with all un{ported Soule 
 diers : fome ( peradventure ) have on them the guilt of 
 premeditated and contrived Murther s fome, of begui 
 ling Vireins with the broken Seales of Perjury ; fome 
 making the Warres their Bulwarke,that have before go- 
 red the gentle Bofome of Peace with Pillage and Robber} 
 rie. Now, if thefemen have defeated the Law, and out | a 
 runne Native punifhment ; though they can out-ftrip ; 
 men , they haveno wings to flyefrom God. Warrels 
 his Beadle, Warre is his Vengeance : forhat heremen 
 are punitht , for before breach of the Kings Lawes,in 
 now theKings Quarrell: where they feared the death, | 
 they have borne life away; and where they would bee} 
 fafe, they perifh. Then if they dye unprovided,no more 
 is the King guilty of their damnation , then hee was be 
 fore guilty of hofe Impieties , for the which they are 
 now vifited. Every Subjects Duty is the Kings, b 
 every Subjects Soule ishis owne. Therefore fhould | 
 every Souldier inthe Warres doe as every ficke m 
 his Bed, wath every Moth out of his Confcience + 
 dying fo, Death is to him advantage ; or not 
 the time was bleffedly loft, wherein fuch preparation 5 
 gayned : and in him that efcapes , it were not finneto | 
 thinke, that making God fofice an offer,he let him out- 
 live that day ,to fee hisGreatnefle , and to teach others 
 how they fhouldprepare. i 
 
| Will, "Tis certaine,eve! 
 | his owne head,the King is not to anfwer it. 
 
 | yet Idetermine to fight Inftily for him. 
 
 i) =. | = Kang. Imy felfe heard the King fay he would not be 
 a ’ 1 ranfomd, t 7 
 te | Will. 1, hee {aid fo, to make us fight chearefully : but 
 | When our throatsare cut; hee may be ranfom’d,and wee 
 q ne’re the wifer. : 
 7 King. If I live to fee it, I will never trut his word af- 
 ter. 
 fy . Wel. You pay him then: that’s a perillous fhot out 
 e ofan Elder Gunne,that a pooreand a private difpleafiiye 
 " can’ doe againft a Monarch : you may as well goe abot” 
 i ’ to turne the Sunne to yce,with fanning in his face witha» 
 
 come, ‘tis a foolith faying. uh 
 King. Y our reproofe is fomething too round,I fhould 
 | beangry with you,ifthe time were convenient. 
 Wil. Let itbee a Quarrel betweene us , if youlive. 
 _ King. Lembrace ig. f 
 Will, How thall I know thee againe? ; 
 +» King. Giveme any Gage of thine ,and Iwill weare it 
 In my Bonnet: Then if ever thon dar’t acknowledge it, 
 Twill make ic my Quarrel]. 
 Wal, Heere’s my Glove: Give mee another of 
 thine. 
 _ King. There, 
 | ¥0l. This will Lalfo weare in my Cap:if ever thou 
 | come tome,and fay, after to morrow, This is my Gleve, 
 by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare. 
 King. If ever llive tofee it, I will challenge it. 
 _ OU. Thou dar’ft as well be hang’d. 
 | Xing. Well, 1 will docit , though Itake thee in th 
 | Kings company. 
 | Vil. Keepe thy word : fare thee well. 
 
 | Bates Be friends you Englith fooles, be friends , wee 
 ‘iY | bave French Quarrels enow , if you Could tell how to 
 | reckon. 
 sg ie _Exeunt Souldiers. 
 hee King. Indcede the French may lay twenty French 
 nt Crownes to one,they will beat us , for they bearethem 
 th on their fhoulders : but itisno. Englith Treafon to cut 
 m% | French Crownes,and to morrow the King himfelfe will 
 ji’ | bea Clipper. ; 
 vi) Vpoa the King, let us our Lives, our Soules, 
 th — | Our Debts,our carefull Wives; 
 i) } OurChildren,and our Sinnes,lay on the King: 
 i | We mutt beare all. 
 
 | O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnefle, 
 | Subject to the breath of every foole, whofe fence 
 _ | Nomore can feele,but his owne wringing. 
 | What infinite hearts-eafe mutt Kings neglect, 
 - | That private men enjoy? 
 And what have Kings,that Privates have not too, 
 Saue Ceremonie, fave generall Ceremonie? 
 ( ) Andwhatart thou,thou Idoll Ceremony? 
 _ | What kind of god art thou?that faffer’it more 
 mortall grictes,then doe thy worfhippers. 
 Y hat arethy Rents? what are thy Commingsin? — 
 1 OCeremony, fhew me but thy worth. 
 ‘| Whattisthy Soule of Adoration? 
 yi" | Art thou ought elfebut Place, Degree, 
 *) | Creating awe and feare in other men? 
 now art leffe happy, being fear'd, 
 in fearing; 
 
 and Forme, 
 
 | Thenthey 
 
 every man that dyes ill,the ill upon 
 
 Bates. I doe not defire hee fhould anfwer for me,and 
 
 Peacockes feather : You’le never truft. his word after, « 
 
 | Imploring pardon. 
 
 What drink’ft thou oft;in ftead of Homage fweet, 
 But poyfon'd flatterie?O,be fick great Greatnefle, 
 - And bid thy Ceremony give thee cure. 
 Thinks thou the fiery Fever will.goe out 
 With titles blowne from Adulation? 
 Wilt it give place to flexure and low bending? 
 Canft thou, when thou command’ft the beggers knee, 
 Command the health of it?No,thou prowd Dreatge, 
 That play’ftfo fi ubtilly with a Kings Repofe, 
 I am aKing that find thee : and I know, 
 ‘Tis not the Balme, the Scepter,and the Ball, 
 The Sword, the Mace,the Crowne Imperial, 
 The enter-tiffued Robe of Gold and Pearle, 
 The farfed Title ruaning fore the King, 
 The Throne he fits on:nor the Tyde of Pompe, 
 That beates upon the high fhore of this World: 
 No, not all thefe, thrice-gorgeous Ceremonies, 
 Not all thefe,lay’d in bed Mayetticall, 
 Can fleepe fo foundly, as the wretched Slave: 
 W ho with a body fiil’d,and vacant mind, 
 Gets him to reft, cram’d with diftreffefull bread, 
 Never fees horride Night,the Child of Hell: 
 But likea Lacquey, from the Rife to Set, 
 Sweates in theeye of Phebus and all Nighe 
 Sleepes in Elizinm : next day after dawne; 
 Doth rife and helpe Hiperion to his Horfe, 
 And followes fo the ever-running yeere 
 With profitable labonr to his Grave: 
 And but for Ceremony, fuch a Wretch, 
 Winding up Dayes with toyle, and Nig 
 Had the fore-hand and vantage of aKing 
 The Slave, a Member of the Countreyes peace, 
 Enjoyesit ; but in groffe brainelittle wots, 
 What watchthe King keepes,to maintaine the pedte; 
 Whofe howres, the Pefant bet advantages. 
 
 hts with fleepe, § 
 
 Enter Erpingham. 
 
 Erp. My Lord, your Nobles jealous of your abfence, 
 Seeke through your Campe to find you. 
 
 King. Good old Knight, colle& themall together. 
 At my Tent: Ile be before thee. : 
 
 Erp. Tfhall doo’t,my Lord. Exit. 
 
 King. O God of Battailes, fteele my Seuldiers hearts, 
 
 Poffefle them not with feare:Take fromghem now 
 The fence of reckning of th’oppofed numbers: 
 Pluck their hearts from them, Not to day,O Lord, 
 O not to day,thinke not upon the fault ’ 
 My Father made,in compaffing the Crowne. 
 I Richards body have interred new, 
 And onit have beftowed more contrite teares, 
 Then from it iffued forced drops of blood. 
 Fiue hundred poore I have in yeerely pay, 
 Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up 
 Toward 'Heaven,to pardon blood: 
 And I have built two Chauntries, 
 Where the fad and folemne Priefts ng flilt 
 For Richards Soule. More will! doe: 3 
 Though all that I can doe,is nothing worth: 
 Since that my Penitence comes after all, 
 
 Enter Gloucefter. 
 King. My Brother Gloncefters voyce?l: 
 
 I know thy errand,I will gocwiththee: ; 
 
 Theday,my friend,and all things ftay for me. = Exeune,. 
 
 Enter 
 
The Life of King Henry the Psjt. 
 
 Enter the Dolphin,Orleance, Ramsburs,and 
 _ Beaumont. 
 Orleance. The Sanne doth gild our Armour , Up My 
 Lords. 
 Dolph, Monte (bewal: My Horfe Valet Lacquay: 
 ae 
 Orl. Oh brave fpirit. 
 Dolph. Usa les ewes & terres 
 Orl. Rien puis le air o fen. 
 Delph, Cesn, Coulin Orkeantte 
 Now my Lord Contftable? : 
 Conft. Hearke how our Steedes, for prefent Service 
 neigh. 
 Dolp)s Mount them,and make incifion in their Hides, 
 That their hot blood may fpin in Englith eyes, 
 And doubt them with fuperflaous courage:ha. 
 Ram.W hat,will you havethem weep our Horfes blood? 
 How shall we then behold their natural teares? 
 Exter Mdeffenger. 
 CUeffenger. The Engiith are embattail’d, you French 
 Peeres. ; 
 Conft. To Horfe you gallant Princes, ftraight to Horfe. 
 Doe but behold yorid poore and ftarned Band, 
 And your faire thew. fhal! fuck away. their Soules, 
 Leaving them but the fhales and huskes of mens 
 There is not worke enough foralhour hands, 
 Scarce blood enough in all their fickly Veines, 
 To give cachnaked Curtleax a ftayne, 
 That our French Gallants fhall today draw out, 
 And {heath for lack of fport. Let us but blow on them, 
 The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne theme 
 Tis pofitive ’gainft all exceptions,Lords, 9) «9 
 That our fuperfluous Lacquies,and Our Pefants, 
 Who in unneceflary action fwarme 
 About our Squares of Battaile, were enow 
 To purge this field of fuch a hilding Foe; 
 Though we upon this Mountaines Bafis by, 
 Tooke {land for idle fpeculation: 
 But that our Honours muft not. What's to fay? 
 A verylittle little let us doe, 
 ‘And al! is done:then let the Trumpets found 
 The Tucket Sonuance,and the Note to mount: 
 For our approach fhail {o much dare the field, 
 That England fhail couch downein feare,and yeeld. 
 Enter Granndpree. 
 Grandpree.W hy do you ftay fo long,my Lords of France? 
 Yond Mand Carrions,defperate of their bones, 
 1-favouredly become the Morning field: 
 Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loofe, 
 And our Ayre fhakes them pafling {cornefully. . 
 Bigge Mars feemes banqu’rout in their begger’d Hoaft, 
 And faintly through arufty Bever peepes- 
 The Horfemen fit ike fixed Candlefticks, . 
 With Torch-ftavesin their band:and their poore Iades 
 1 Lob downe their heads,drooping the hide and hips: 
 The gumme downe roping from their andes eyes, 
 Andincheir pale dull mouthes the Iymold Bite 
 Lyes foule with chaw’d graffe, {till and motionleffe, 
 And their executors,the knavifh Crowes, 
 Flye o’re them all,impatient for their howre. 
 Defcription cannot fate it felfe in, words, 
 To demonftrate the Life of fuch a Battaile, 
 » Inlife foliveleffe,as it fhewes it feife. 
 Conf, They have {aid their prayerss 
 And they tay for death. 
 | Dol. Shall we go fend them Dinners, and frefh Sutes, 
 
 Enter Conftable. 
 
 - And give their fafting Horfes Provender, 
 Andafter fight with them? 4 
 (onft. 1 ftay but formy Gnard: on ee 
 To the field, I will the Banner from aTrumpettake, 9] 
 And ufe it for my hafte.Come,comeaway, 
 The Sunne is high,and we out-weare theday. Exewm,) 
 : a ys ee 
 
 fe aes 
 | ¥ 
 
 Enter Gloucefter; Bedford, Exeter,Erpinghama | 
 with all bis Hoaft: Salisbury and Ree 
 Weftmer lands 
 Glonc. Where is the King? ee 
 ‘Bedf. The King himfeife isrodeto view their Bate} 
 taile. oe ch EE 
 ? Cale fighting men they have full threefcorethou-| 
 and. Soe 
 Exe. There’s five to one, befidesthey all arefrefh. | 
 Salsh.Gods Arme firike with us, tis a fearefulloddes. | 
 God biy’you Princes alijiieto my Charge: oe 
 If we no more meet,tiil we meet in Heavens) 7 
 Then joyfullysmy Noble Lord of Bedford, iy 
 My deare Lord Glouccfter,and my good Lord Exeter, | 
 And my kind Kinfman, Warriors all, adieu. ae i 
 Bed. Farweli good Salishury,& good luck go withthe: | q 
 And yet I doe thee wrong,to mind thee of it, — oe ee 
 For thou art fam’d of the firme trath of valeurs = 
 &xz. Farewell kind Lord:fight valiantly todays 
 Bed. He is as fullof Valour as of Kindnefle, © 
 Princely in both. PAE 
 Enter the Keng 
 Weft. O that we now had here dataiees 
 But oneten thovfand of thofe men in England, 
 That doe no worke today, 
 King, What's he that wifhes fo? on 
 My.Coulin Weftmertand. No my faire Coufins 
 If we are marktto dye, we are enow , 
 To do our Countrey loflezand if tolive, 
 The fewer men,the greater {hare of honour. 
 Gods will,I pray thee with nut one man mores: 
 By Jove, lam not covetous for Gold, 
 Nor care I who doth feed upon my cofts 
 Tr yernes me not,it men my Garments weare; | 
 Such oatward things dwell no: in my defires. 
 But if it be a finne to covet Honor, 
 Iam the moft offending Soule alive. ; 
 No faith,my Couze,with not a man from England: 
 Gods peace, I would not lofe fogreat an Honor, 
 As one man more me thinkes would fhare from me, 
 For the beft hope I have. O, doe not wifh one mores 
 Rather proclaime it(#e/?merland through my Hoalt, 
 -That he which hath no itomack tothisfight, = 
 Let him depart, his Pafport fhall be made, 
 And Crownes for Convoy put into his Purfes 
 We would not dye inthat mans company, 
 That feares his fellowfhip,to dye withuse 
 This day is call’dthe Fealt of Crifpian: : 
 He that out-lives this day, and comesfafehome, 
 Will ftandatip-toe when this day is named, 
 And rowfe him atthe Name of (7i/pian: 
 
 ey: 
 
 | He that fhail fee this day,and live oldage, 
 
 Will ycerely on che Vigili feat his neighbours, ~ 
 And {ay ,to morrow is Saint (ri/pian: re 
 Then will he ftrip his fleeve,and fhew his skarres: 
 
 Old men forgetsyetali hall not be forgot: 
 
 But hee’le remember,with advantages, ae 
 What feats he did that day. Then fhall our Names; 
 Familiar in his mouth as houfehold words, |. 
 
a 
 i 
 
 Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, 
 
 Bein their flowing Cups frefhly remembred. 
 - This ftory fhall the good man teach his fonne: 
 And Crifpine Crifpian {hall n’ere goe by, 
 From thisday tothe ending of the World, 
 But we in it fhall be remembred; 
 We few,we happy few,we band of brothers: 
 For he to day that fheds his blood with me, 
 Shall be my brother:be he ne’re fo vile, 
 This day fhall gentle his condition. 
 And Gentlemen in Engladjnowa bed, Ree 
 Shall thinke the nfelves accurft they were not liere; 
 And hold their Manhoods cheape,whiles any {peakes, 
 That fought with us upon Saint Crifpines day. 
 Enter Salisbury. 53 
 Sal. My Soveraigne Lord, beftow your felfe with {peed: 
 The French are bravely in their battailles fer, 
 And will with all expedience charge on us. 
 King. All things are ready, if our minds be fo. 
 Weft. Perifh the man, whofe mind is backward now. 
 _ King. Thou dott not with more helpe from England, 
 Couze? pays 
 weft. Gods will, my Liege;would you and I alone, 
 | Without more helpe,could fight this Royall battaile. 
 | King. Why now thou haft unwitht five thoufand men: 
 } Which likes me better,then to with us one. 
 } Youknow your places : God be with youall. 
 
 ; Tucker, Enter (Montioy. 
 
 (Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry, 
 
 | Iffor thy Ranfome thon wilt now compound; 
 
 | Before thy moft affured Overthrow: 
 | For certainly,thou art {0 neere the Gulfe, 
 | Thou needs mult be englutted. Befides,in mercy 
 
 * | The Conftable defires thee, thou wilt mind 
 
 | Thy followers of Repentance; that their Soules 
 
 | May makea peacéfuli and a{weet retyré 
 
 | From off thefe fields : where (wretches)their poore bo- 
 Mult lye and felter, (dies 
 
 \ 4} King. Who hath fent thee now? 
 
 ‘Mont. The Conftable of France. 
 King. I pray-thiee beare my former Anfwer back: 
 
 | Bidthematchteve me,and then fell my bones. 
 _ | Good God,why fhoyld they mock poore feliowes thus? 
 
 The man that once did fell the Lyons skin 
 While the beaft liv’d,was kill’d with hunting him. 
 
 s A many of our bodyes fhall no doubt 
 
 Find Native Graves:upon the which, | trutt 
 
 Shall witneffe live in Brafle of this dayes worke. 
 Afd thofe that leave their valiant bones in France, | 
 Dying like men,though buryed in your Dunghilis, | , 
 
 ; | They thall be fam’d:for there the Sun fhall greet thems 
 
 __| And draw their honors reching:up to Heaven, 
 
 | Beaving their earthly parts to choake your Clymes 
 
 Thefmell whereof fhall brced a Plague in France. 
 Marke then abounding valour in our Englifth: 
 That being dead, like to the bullets grafing, 
 
 cake ont into a {econd courfe of mifchiefe, 
 Killing in'relapfeof Mortality... 
 
 et me {peake prowdly : Tell the Conftable,’ 
 Weare but Warriors for the working day: 
 
 ur Gayneffe and our Gilt are all befmyrcht 
 
 _ | Withrayny Martching in the painefall field. 
 _| There's nota piece of feather in our Hoatts 
 _} Good argument( 1 hope)we will not flye: 
 PP yc) . 
 
 The Lifeof Henry the Fift, 
 
 Warwickand T albot,Salisbury and Gloncester, 
 
 | thou give me.Grownes,brave Crownes,or mangled fhalr 
 
 89 
 
 And time hath worne us into flovenry. . 
 But by the Maffe,our hearts are in the trim: : 
 And my poore Souldiers tell me,yet ere Night, 
 They’le be in frether Robes, or they will pluck 
 The gay new Coats o’re the French Souldiers heads, 
 And turne them out of fervice. If they doe this, 
 As if God pleafe,they fhall ; my Ranfome then 
 | Will foone belevyed. 
 Herauld, fave thou thy labour: ce ee 
 Come thou no.more for Ranfome,gentle Herauld, 
 They fhall have none, I {weare,but thefe my joynts: 
 Which if they have,as I will leave um them, 
 Shall yeeld them little,tell the Conflable. 
 | _. Mone. I thall,King Harry: And {o fare thee well: 
 ) Thou never fhalt heare Herauld any more. . Exit. 
 King. I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a 
 | Ranfome:s 
 
 Enter York, j 
 | __ Yorke. My Lord, moft humbly onmy knee I begge 
 The leading ofthe Vaward, — ber 
 King. Take it,brave Yorke, 
 Now Souldiers march away, Shwe bib; 
 And how thon pleafeft God, difpofe the day.  . Exennt, 
 
 , eMarum. Excurfionss.. 
 
 _. Enter Piftoll, French Senidier, Boy. 
 Piftol. Yeeld Curre. 
 
 lite. 
 Pift. Qualtity calmy cufture me. Art thou a Gentle- 
 
 man? Whatis thy Name?difcufle. 
 
 French. O Seigneur Dien. ree 
 
 Pi, O Signieur Dewe.fhould be a Gentleman : per- 
 pend my words O Signieur Dewe,and marke:O Signeur 
 Dewe , thou dyeft on point of Fox , except O Signieur 
 thou doe give tome egregious Ranfome. 
 
 French, O prennex, mifericorde Ayex pitie de moy; 
 
 Pst. Moy fhall not ferve,l will have forty Moyes:for 
 
 I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat, in droppes of 
 Crimfon blood. 
 French, Eft-il inspoffible a’ e{chapper La force de ton bras. 
 _Pift. Brafle,Curre2thon damned and luxurious Mcun- 
 taine Goat, offer’ft me Braffe? 
 French. O-pardonne wsoy. 
 
 Psst. Say’ft thou mefo?is thata Tonne of Moyes? | 
 
 Come hither boy , 
 his Name. ; rT 
 
 Boy. Efconte comment effes vows appellé? 
 
 French. Monfier le F ey. oe 
 
 Boy. He fayes his Name is M. Fer. 
 
 Pift.Mé FerzNe fer him, and firke him, and ferret him: 
 difcuffe the fame in French unto hint. NiisnhG 
 Boy. doe not know the French for fer and ferret, & 
 firke. aave ne, 
 
 Pif?. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat, 
 
 aske mé this flave in French what is 
 
 French, Que dst-il Monfieur? an RY 
 Boy. Ikwse commande de vous dire que vous vous. tenies 
 
 preft, car ce feldae icy off difpofee tout asture de couper voftre } . 
 gorges ee. 
 
 Psst, Owy , cuppele gorge parmafoy pefan t unleffe 
 thou be by this my Sword. : 
 French, O Ie vons fupplie pour l amour de Dies : me par 
 
 donner,Je fis Gentsl-home de bonne mas (cn , gardems vis, | 
 
 Te vous donneray deux cents efcus. 
 Piffs What are his words? 
 
 _ French, Te penfe que vous eftes le Gentil-home de bore quae 
 eC. 
 
 e 
 
$8 
 
 Boy. He prayes youto fave his life, he isa Gentleman 
 of agood houle, and for hisranfom he will give you 
 two hundred Crownes- 
 
 P:ft. Tell him my fury 
 wil take. 
 
 Fren. Petit Monfieur que dit-il? 
 
 Boy. Encore qx t eft contre fon lurement,de pa” donner an- 
 cun prifonnser neant-moins pour les efcus que vous luy pro- 
 mettex., il eft content devous donner la liberté de franchife. 
 
 Fre. Sur mes genoux te vous donne milles remerchi ment, & 
 ia ne tombe entre les mains dun 
 
 Te me cftinm heurcsux que 
 Chevalier , ie penfe le plus brave valiant , & tres deftine St- 
 
 gniewr a Angleterre. 
 
 Pst. Expound unto me boy 
 
 Boy. He gives you upon his 
 and efteemes himfelfe happy, that he hath falne into 
 the hands of one(as he thinkes)the moft brave,valorous 
 and thrice-worthy figneur of Engiand. 
 
 Pift. As Liuckeblood , I will tome mercy fhew- Fol- 
 Jow mee; 
 
 Boy. Sanve vows le gra 
 I did never know fo wofull a voice iffue from fo empty 
 aheatt : butthe fong is true, The empty veffell makes 
 the greateft found. Barde/fe and Nim haad tenne times 
 more valour , then this roaring divell ’th old play , that 
 every one may payre his nayles with a wooden dagger, 
 and they are both hang’d, and fo would this be, if hee 
 durft fteale any thing adventuronfly.1 muft ftay with the 
 Lackies,with the luggage of our camp;the French might 
 havea good prey of us,it he knew of it, 
 
 fhallabate,and I the Crownes 
 
 knees a thoufand thanks, 
 
 xa Capitaine? 
 
 for there is none 
 
 | 
 
 T he Life of Henry the Fift. 
 
 ‘| Commend my fervice to my Soveraigne, 
 
 al 
 
 King. Lives he good Vnckle:thrice within this houre 
 I faw him downe : thrice up againe,and fighting, © 
 From Helmetto the fpurre, all blood he was. re 
 
 Exo. In which array (brave Soldier doth helye, 
 Larding the plaine:and by his bloody fide, 
 (Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds) 
 The Noble Earle of Suffolke alfolyes. - 
 Suffolke firft died,and Yorke all hagled over 
 Comes to him, where in gore he lay infteeped, 
 And takes him by the Beard, kifles the gafhes 
 That bloodily did yawne upon his face. 
 He cryes aloud; Tarry my Cofin Suffolke, £ 
 My foule thail thine keepe company to heaven: 
 Tarry(fweet foule) for mine,then flye a-brefts 
 As in this glorious and well-foughten field 
 We kept together in our Chivalry. 
 Vpon thefe words I came and cheer’d him fip, 
 Hefmil’d me in theface, raught me his hand, 
 And with a feeble grive,fayes:Deere my Lord, 
 
 So did he turne,and over Suffolkes necke it! 
 He threw his wounded arme,and kift hislippes, 
 And {o efpous’d to death, with blood he feald 
 A Teitament of Noble-ending-love: 
 Y he pretty.and {weet manner of it fore’d - -; 3 oe 
 Thofe waters from me,which I would haveltop’d, ree 
 But thadnot {$ moch ofmaninmee, 
 And all my mother came into mine eyes, * a 
 And gave meup to teares. 
 Kig.I blame younot, . i ae 
 For hearing this, I muft perforce compound pepe 
 With mixtfull eyes,or they will iffueto.  e4/arwm 
 But hearke, what new alarum is this fame? : 
 The French have re-enfore’d their {eatter’dmen? 
 Then every fouldiour kill his Prifoners, 
 
 to guard it but boyes. Exit. 
 Enter Conftable, Orleance,Burbon, Dolphin, 
 and Ramburs. 
 Cow. O Diable. seit 
 Orl. O figneur leiour & perdia,route & perdie. 
 _ Dol. Mort Dien ma wie, all is confounded, all, 
 Reproach, and everlafting {hame 
 A foort eAlarum. 
 
 Sits mocking in our Plumes. 
 O mefchante fortune, do not runne Aways 
 Con. Why all our rankesare broke. 
 Dol. O perdurable fhame,let’s ftab our felves: 
 Be thefe the wretches that we plaid at dice for? 
 Orl. 1s thisthe Kiug we fent to,for his ranfome? 
 Bur. Shame,andeternall fhame, nothing but fhame, 
 Let us flye in once more backe againe, 
 And he that will not follow Burbon now, 
 Let him go hence,and with his cap in hand 
 Like a bafe Pander hold the Chamber doore, 
 Whilft by a bafe flave,no gentler thenmy dogge, 
 His faireft daughter is contaminated. 
 _. Coa. Diforder that hath fpoyl’d us,friend us now, 
 Let us on heapes go offer up our lives- 
 Orl.W eare enow yet living in the Field, - 
 To {mother up the Englifhin our throngs, 
 Ifany order might be thought upon. 
 Bur. The divell take Order now, Iletothe throng; 
 Let life be fhort,elfe fhame will betoolong. _ Exst, 
 
 Alavum. Enter the King and kis trayne, 
 with Prifoners. 
 
 Exe. The D.of York c 
 
 Give the word throngh. 
 
 eee ee 
 
 Atlus Quartus. 
 
 Enter Fiuellen and Gowers 
 
 Fly. Kill the poyes and the luggage , Tis ex reflely | 
 againft the Law of Armes,tis as arsant a peece knave-| 
 ry marke you now, as can bee offert in your Confcience | @ 
 now,is it not? i 
 
 Gow. Tis certain ,ther’s not a boy leftalive, andthe 
 Cowardly Rafcalls that ranne from the battaile hadone 
 this faughter : befides they have burned and carried @ 
 way all that wasinthe Kings Tent,wherefore the King: 
 moft worthily hath caus’d every fouldiour'to cut his’ 
 prifoners throat. O’tis a gallant King. or. 
 
 Fin.J, hee was porne at (Monmouth Capea f 
 what call you the Townes name, where Alexanaert 
 pig was borne? alta 
 
 Gow, Alexander the Great. “et 
 
 Fis. Why I pray you,is not pig, great? The pig, 
 the great, or the mighty , or the huge, orthe magnanile 
 mous,areall one reckonings, fave the phrafe is alittle vax, 
 riations. . ie 
 
 Gower. Ithinke elexander the Great was bo 
 
 King. Well have we done,thrice-valiant Countrimen, | ~Vacedon,his Father was called Philip of Macea \ 
 - Butall’s not done,yet keepe the Frenchthe field, takeit. un | io. a 23tt 6 ae { 
 ommends him to your Majefty Fis.  thinké itis in CVacedon where A 
 
the Orld, I warrant you fall find inthe comparifons be- 
 tweene Macedon and Monmouth chat the fituatioris looke 
 you, isboth alike. There is a River in AZacedonsandthere 
 isalfo moreover a River at Adonmouth,it is call’d Wye at 
 Monmouth: butitis out of my praines,wliat is thename 
 ofthe other Riyer: but ’tisall one,’cis alike as my fingers 
 isto my fingers, and thcreis Salmons in both. Ifyou 
 marke Alexanders life well, Harry of Monmouthes life is 
 comeafter it indifferent well, for there is figures in all 
 things. Alexander God knowes, andyou know, in his 
 rages, andhis furies, and his wraths;and his chollersjand 
 hismoodes, and his difpleafures, and his indignations; 
 and alfo being a little intoxicates in his prainesy:did in 
 | his Ales and his angers (looke you) kill his beft. friend 
 Com, ri 
 Gow, Our Kingis not like him inthat, he never ‘kill’d 
 any of his triends< Sie 
 Fin, Iv is not well done (marke you now) to: take the 
 tales out of my mouthyere it is made and finifhedsl {peak 
 but in the figures, and comiparifous of it : as Alexander 
 kild his friend (Vytus,being in his Ales and his Cuppes; fo 
 alfo Harry Afonmonth being in his right wittes, and -his 
 good judgements, turn’d away the fat Knight with the 
 weatbelly doublet: he -wasfull of jefts, and gypes;and 
 
 | knaveries, and mockes, I have forgot his name. 
 
 Gow. Sir John Falftaffe. ) 
 «Fla. That is hes. He tell you, thete is good men porne 
 at Vonmouth, , ‘ 
 ) Gow. Here comes his Majeftys 
 
 g22r Alarum, Enter Ki ing Harry and Burbon 
 with prifoners. . Flourifh. 
 
 King.’ Lwasnot angry fince Icameto France, 9! |» 
 
 | Vntillthisinftanc. Take a Trumpet Herald; 
 
 -Riderhou unto the horfemen on yond hill : > 
 
 | If they will fight with us, bid them come downe, 
 | Or voydethe field: they doe offend our fight. 
 _ | Ifthey’Hdoeneither, we will cometo them, 
 
 _} And make them sker away, as fwiftas ftones 
 
 _ | Enforced from the old Affyrian flings : 
 
 "| Befides, we'll cut thethroats of thofe we have, 
 | And nota man of them that we fhalltake, 
 
 ) | Shalltafte our mercy. Goe and tell them fo. 
 
 : Enter Wiontsoy. : 
 Exe. Here comes the Herald ofthe French, my Liege. 
 | Gla. His eyes are humbler then they us’d to bes: 
 
 i | King. How now, what meanes their Herald ? Knowl 
 
 thou nor, ii 
 Thet Dhave fin'd thefe bones of mine for ranfome? 
 Com’ft thou againe for ranfome ? 3 io! 
 | Her. No preat King +» 
 
 come to thee for charitable Licenfe,»  - 
 
 4 That we may wander ore this bloody field, 
 
 ip : ‘ cM bookc our dead, and then to bury them, 
 
 To fort our Nobles from our common men. 
 
 Formany of our Princes (woe the while) 
 ¢drown’d and {oak’d in mercenary blood : . 
 
 So doe our vulgar drench their peafant limbes 
 
 blood of Princes, and with wounded fteeds~ »; 
 
 fet fet-lockedcepein gore, atid: with wilde rage: 
 
 ce out their armed heeles at their dead matters,’ 
 
 | Killing them twice. O give usleave great Kings. 
 
 _ | Toview the field in fafery, and difpofe Vis St 
 Ofttlieitdead bodies. | fia: 
 
 | 
 
 The Life of K ing Henry the Fifth. 
 
 porne: I tell you Captaine, ‘if you looke in the Maps of 
 
 &9 
 
 King. [tell thee truly Herald, 
 
 I know not ifthe day beours or no, - 
 For yet a mauy of your horfemen peeres 
 And gallop ore the field. 
 
 Hr, The day is yours. & 
 
 King. Praifed be God, and not our ftrength for‘it s 
 Whatis this Caftle call’d that ftandshard bys « : 
 
 Her. They callic eA gincourt. \ 
 
 King. Then call we this the field of eAgincowres 
 Fought onthe day of Crifpin Crasfianus. 203 
 
 Fix. Your Grandfather of famous memory. (an’t pleafé 
 your Majelty) and your great: Vnele Edwarathe Platke 
 Prince of Wales, ds I have readin the Chronicles)fought 
 a moft prave pattle herein France: r niere oe 
 
 King. They did Finellen. hiv: 
 
 Fine. Y our Majefty fayesvery true: If your Majefties 
 isremembred of it, the Welchmendid good ferviceina 
 Garden where Leek did:grow; wearing Leckes in their 
 Monmonth caps,which your Majelty know to this houre 
 isan honorable badge of the fervice: And I doc beleeve. 
 your Majelty takes no fcorne to weaie the Lecke upon 
 S. Favies day. A 
 
 King. I weare it fora memorable honor: 
 
 For lam Welch you know good Countriman. z | 
 Fla. Ail the waterin Wye, cannot wath your Maje- 
 flies Welth plood out of your pody, I camtell yoy that: 
 God plefle it; and preferve it, as long as it pleafes: his 
 
 Grace, and his Majefty too, 
 
 King. Thanks good my Countryman. 
 
 Fix. By Iethu; Lam your Majefties Countreyman, ¥ 
 care not who know it: I wiltconfeffe it toall the Orld, 
 I need not to be 'afhamed of your Majelty,praifed be God 
 folongas your Majefty isan honeft mans 
 
 King, Good keepe me fo. 
 
 sits Enter Wilkams, 
 
 Our Heralds goe with him, 
 Bring me juft notice of thenumbers dead i 
 On both out parts. Call yonder fellow hither.’ 
 
 Exe. Souldier, you muftcome tothe King. 
 pees: Souldier," why wear'ft thou that Glove in thy |. 
 
 ap? 
 
 Will: Arid't pleafe your Majefty, ’tis the gage of one 
 that I fhould fight withall, 1f he be alive. 
 
 King. An Englifhman? oot je Sew 
 
 Will, Avd't pleafe your Majefty, a Rafcall that fwag-. 
 ger'd with me laftnight : whoif alive, and ever dare to 
 challenge this Glove I have {worne to take him a boxe 
 ath eare or if Lcanfee my Gloveinhis cap,;which ‘he 
 {woreas he wasa Souldier hee would weare (if aliue) iI 
 will ftrike it out foundly. Hi sane 
 
 Kin, What thinke you Captaine FlveHen, isit fic this 
 fouldier keepe his oath? 
 
 Fla. He isa Cravenand a Villaine elfe; and’t pleafe | 
 your Majefty in my confcience. . eee 
 
 King. It thay be, his enemy is’a Gentleman of great 
 fort, quite from the anfwer of his degree. . 
 
 Flu. Though he be as gooda Ientleman as thedevillis, | 
 as Lucifer and Belzebub himfelfe, itis neceflary (looke 
 your Grace) thathekeepe his vowand his oath’: If he | 
 beperjur'd(fee younow ) bis reputation is as) arrart a 
 villaine arid a Iacke fawce,as ever his blacke fhoo. trodd 
 upon Gods ground,and his earth, in my confcience lawe 
 
 King. Then keepethy vow firrah, when thoumeet’ft 
 thefellow, ss # 
 
 Wille So; Twill my Liege,as I live. eee | 
 | Keng. Who ferv’ ft thouunder ? bygts Be 
 
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 Wik. Vnder Captaine Gower, my Liege. 
 
 Fla. Gower is a good Captaine, and is good knowlege 
 and liceratured in the Warres. 
 
 King. Call him hither tome Souldier. 
 
 will. 1 willmy Liege. Exit. 
 | KingiHete Fluellenweare thou this favour for meyand 
 | fticke it in thy Cappes when Adanfon and'my felfe were 
 downe together, I pluckt this Glove from his Helme:if 
 any mai challenge this, heisa friend to. e-4/anfonjand.an 
 enemy to our Perfon; if thou encouriter any fach, appre 
 - hend him, and thon do'ft me love: 
 
 Flas Your Grace doo’s me as great Honors as can be 
 defir'd in the heartsof his Subjects: would faine: fee 
 | the man, that ha’s but two legges,that fhall find himfelfe 
 agreev’d at this Glove ; that isall: but I would fainefee 
 | itonce; aiid pleafe God of hisgrace that might fees * 
 | oniKing: Kaow’ft thow Gomer? / «, 
 
 Flu. Héismy deare friend zand pleate you. 
 
 King. Pray thee goelecke bim and bring him, to my 
 | Tent. 
 
 | Fla T will fetch him. - 
 
 King. My Lord of Warwieke, and my brother Géofter, 
 | Follow Finelew clofely atthe hecless | ; 
 The Glove which Thave given him for 4 favonry « | 
 May Haply purchafe:him abox a'th’eares 
 
 Et is the Souldiers : Ivby bargaine fhould 
 Weare it my felfe. Follow good Confin Warwicke': 
 
 If that the Souldier ftrike him, as Tjudge 
 | By his blunt beatings, he will keepe his word 5 
 _ Some fodaine mifchiefe may arifeof it : 
 
 For doeknow Flwellen valiant, ons of 
 
 And toucht with Cholér; hot as Gunpowder: 
 And quickly will returne an injary. |. 
 Follow, and (ee there*be no harme betweene them 
 Goe you with me, Vnokle of Exeter. 
 
 Enter Gower and Williams. 
 
 will. | warrant it is toKnight you; Captaine- 
 Enter F luellens 
 
 dreaine of. 
 will, Sir, know youthis Glove? 
 
 Will: I know this, andthus I challenge it. 
 Strikes him. 
 
 “fall World, or in France, or in England. 
 Gow. How now fir? you Villaine. 
 Wall. Doe youthinke lle be forfworne ? 
 
 | hispayment into plowes, I watrant you. 
 ~ pill. Lamno Traytor. 
 
 Alanfons. 
 Enter Warwicke and Gloucester . 
 war, How now, how now, what’s the matter ? 
 
 for it,a moft contagious Treafon 
 
 Enter King, and Exeter. 
 King. How now, what’sthe matter ? 
 
 The Life of K ing Henry the Fifth. 3 a 
 
 Exit: 
 
 Exchnt. 
 
 Fla Gods will, and his plealure, Captaine, I befeech 
 _ you now, come apaceto the King: there is more good 
 toward yourperadventure, thenis in your knowlege. to 
 
 _Fla. Know the Glove? I know theGloye isa Glove. 
 
 Flu. *Sblud,an arvant Traytor asanyesin the: Vniver- 
 
 Fé, Standaway Captaine Gower, I will give Treafon 
 
 Fin. That’saLye inthy Throat. Icharge you in his 
 Majefties Name apprehend him,he’sa friend of the Duke 
 
 Fla. My Lord of warwicke, here is, prayfed bee God 
 come to light, looke 
 fhall defire ina Summers day. Heereiis his 
 
 Flu. My Liege , heere is'a Villaine,,' and a Traytor, 
 thatlooke your Grace,‘ ha’s ftrooke the Glove which 
 
 your Majefty is take out of the Helmet of etlame); — 
 will. My Liege, this wastpy Glove, hereisthefellow | 
 of it: and hee: that i: gave it to in change, promis’dto| — 
 weareit in his Cappe: | promis’dto ftrike him, if he did: | 
 I met this man with my Glove in his\Cappe yandidvha 
 have Beene as good.as my word, vofte oda Bae 
 Fla: Your Majelty hearenow,faving your Majeftyes | 
 Man-hood, what an arrant rafcally, beggerly, lowlie 
 Knaveitis: i hope your Majeftyispeareme teftimony } 
 and witneffe,and will avouchment,that this:is the Glove 
 of Alanfon, that your Majelty is give me, in'your C 
 {cience now. 2 hooking ae 
 King. Give me thy Glove Souldier 5 is Gap he aa 
 Looke, here is the fellow of it : ( one 2 ee 
 ’Twas I indeed thou promifed’ it to ftrike. 
 And thou haf given me moft bitrer termes. > , ‘a 
 Fils. And pleafe your Majefty, let his Neckejanfwer | 
 
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 for it, if there isamy Marfhall Law itithe worlds; » nd 
 Ksng, How canft thou make me fatisfaction??;) | Aa 
 Will. Alloffences, my Lord, come from the hearts nes | iti 
 
 we came any from mine, that might offend your Majee} is 
 y- es 
 King. It was our felfe thou didft abufe. vit 
 Wil, Your Majefty came not like your delfes you} 
 appear‘d to me but as a common man: witneffe the} 
 Night, your Garments, your Lowlineffe's-and what | 
 yourhighneffe fuffer’d under that fhape, I befeéch'you } — 
 take it for your ownefault, and not mine; for had you } 
 beeneasI tooke you for, Imadeno offence; thereforel | 
 | befeech your highneffe pardon me. Shee 
 KinHere Viickle Exeter, fill this Glove with Crownes, 
 Add give it tothis fellow. Keepeit fellow, a 
 And weare it for an honor in thy Cappe, - ee 
 Tilt I doe challengeit. Give himthe Crownes: - ~ i 
 And Captaine, youmnft needs be friends withhim- 
 Fin. By this Diy and this Light, the fellow ha's met- 
 tell enough in hisbelly : hold, there is twelve-pence for 
 you, and | pray youtoferve God, and keepe you outof 
 prawlesand prabbles, and quaryelis and diffentions,and 
 warrant you itis the better for yous hot i 
 Will, Twill none of your Money. ita 
 Flu, It.is witha good will: I cantell you it will ferve | 
 you to mend your fhoo¢s : come, wherefore fhouid you} 
 be fo pathfull, your fhooesisnot fo. good: ‘tis 4 good} 
 filling 1 warrant you, or I will changeit. 
 g Enter-Heranld. 
 
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 King. Now Herald, are the dead numbred ? ee | 
 Herauld. Heere. is the number. of the flanghtred | 
 French. ee 
 King. What Prifoners of good fort are taken} 
 Vncekle? fet 
 _ -Fxe, Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King, | ~ 
 Tohu Duke of Burbon,and Lord Bouchiquald : os 
 Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires, 
 Full fifteene hundred, befides common men. r 
 King. This Note doth tell me of ten thoufand French 
 That in the field lye laine ; of Princes in this number, 
 And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead 
 One hundred twenty fix; added tothefe, 
 Of Knights, Efquires,and gallant Gentlemen, 
 Eight choufand and foure hundred: of the which, | 
 _ Five handred were but yefterday dubb’d Knights; 
 So that in theferen thonfandthey haveleft, 
 | There are but fixteene hundred Mercenaries: 
 The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires 
 
M | And Gentlemen of bloud and quality, | 3 
 
 ‘| The Names of thofe their Nobles that lye dead : 
 ‘Charles Delsbreth, High Conftable of France, 
 Jaques of Chatilion, Admiral of France, 
 The Mater of the Crofie-bowes, Lord Rambures; 
 Great Matter of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin, 
 ‘Tohn Duke of e+lanfon, Anthonio Duke of Brabant, ~ 
 The Brother to the Duke of Burgandy, 
 Atid Edward Duke of Barr : of lufty Earles, 
 Grandpree and Rouffie, Fauconbridgeand Foyes, 
 Beaymont and Marle, Uandemont and Leftrale. 
 Here wasa Royail fellow thip of death. 
 White is thenumber of our Englith dead ? 
 Edmardthe Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Saffolke, 
 Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam Efquire ; 
 | None elfe of name » andof all otker men, 
 | But fiveand twenty. 
 t | | King. O God, thy Arme was heere : 
 »| | And not tous,. but.tothy Armealone, 
 
 | Afcribe wealk: when, without ftratzgem, 
 
 i 6=—s- | But inplaine fhocke, and even play of Battaile, 
 i) =|. Wasever knowne fo great and tittle loffe ? 
 On one part and on th’other, take it Ged, 
 For itisnone but thine- 
 Exer. ’Tis wonderfull. 
 King.Came i 
 
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 ne, go we in proceffion tothe Village :- 
 | And beit death proclaymed through our Hoalt, 
 | Toboaft of this, or take that praite from God, 
 Which ishisoncly, 
 | Fé. 1s it notlawfulland pleafe your Majefty, to tell 
 | how many iskil’d. 
 | - King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement, 
 | That God fought for us. 
 Fle. Yes, my confeience, he did us great good. 
 King. Doe we ali holy Rights ; : 
 | Letthere be fung Non nobs,and Te deam, 
 si | The dead withchariry enclos‘d in Clay’: 
 g¢- . | And then to Cailice, and to Exglandthen, 
 | Where ne’re from France arriv’d more happy men: 
 
 ee 6 eb ee al pene Leal ee = 
 
 Aus Quintus. 
 
 * oe Enter Chorus. 
 _ | Vouchfafe to thofethat have not read the Story, 
 ‘| That I may prompt them: andof fuchas have, 
 I humbly pray them to admit th’excufe 
 _ | Oftime, of numbers, and duecourfe of things, 
 | Which cannot in their huge and proper life, 
 _ | Behere prefented« Now.we beare the King 
 _ | Toward Callice :grant him there ; And there being feene, 
 Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, 
 AAthwart the Sea; Behold the Englith beach 
 _ {Palesinthe flood , with Men,withWives,and Boyes, 
 | Whofe thouts and claps ovt-voyce the deepmouth’d Sea, 
 | Which like a mighty Whiffler ‘fore the King, 
 ___Seemesto prepare his way: So let him land, 
 _ | And folemoly fee his fet on to London. 
 __ | Sofwifta pace hath Thought, thatéven now 
 _ | Youmay imagine him upon Blacke-Heath: 
 Where, that his Lords defire him; to have borne 
 | His brnifed Helmet, andihis bended Sword 
 by Before him, through the City : he forbids it, 
 
 re Lifeof King Henry the Fifth. 
 
 Exceunt. 
 
 ; my defires, and my requefts, and my petitions, to cate, 
 looke you,this Leeke ; becaufe,looke you, you doe not 
 
  ¢all’d me yefterdady Mountaine-Squier, but I will make } 
 
 oF 
 Being free from vaineneffe, and felfe-glorious pride; 
 Giving full Trophee, Signall, and Oftenr, 
 
 Quite from himfeife, toGod. But now behold, 
 
 In the quicke Forge and working-honfe of Thought, 
 How London doth powre out her Citizens, 
 
 The Mayor and ail bis Brethren in beft fort, : 
 Like to the Senatours of th’antique Rome, 
 
 With the Plebeians {warming at their heeles, 
 
 Goe forth and fetch their Conqu’ring Cafar in: 
 Asbyalower, bat by loviag likelyhood, 
 
 Were now the Generall of our gracious Empreffe, 
 
 As in good time he may, from /reland comming, 
 Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword : 
 
 How many would the peacefull City quit, 
 
 To welcome him ? much more, and mach more caufe, 
 Did they this Marry, Now in London place him. 
 
 As yet the lamentation ofthe French 
 
 Tavites the King of Emglands ftay at Home : 
 
 The Emperous’s comming in behalfe of France, 
 Toorder peace betweene them : and omit 
 
 Allthe occurrences, whatever chanc’t, — 
 
 Till Harryes backe returne againe to France : 
 
 There malt we bring him ; and my felfe have play’d’ 
 The /nterim, by cemembring yan ‘tis patt, 
 
 Then brookeabridgement, and your eyes advance, 
 After your thoughts, ftraight backe againe to France. 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Fluellen and Gow. 
 
 Gew. Nay, that’s right: but why weare you your 
 Leeke to day ? Saint Davies day is paft. 
 _ Fla. Thereis occafions and caufes why and wherefore 
 in all things: I wil tell you affe my friend, Captaine 
 Gower ; the rafcaliy, {cauid, beggerly, lowfic, pragging 
 Knave Piftol,which you andyour felte,and all the World 
 know to be no petter then a filiow, looke younow,of no 
 merits: he is cometo mee, and prings me pread and 
 fault yefterday, looke you, and bid me cate my Leeke: 
 it was ina place where I could ner breed no contention 
 with him ; but I will be fo bold as to weare it in my Ca 
 till I fee him once againe, and chen I will tell him a little 
 piece of my defires. 
 
 ' "Enter Pistol. 
 
 Gow. Why heere he comes, fwelling likea Turky- 
 cocke. 
 
 Flue. *Tis no matter for his {wellings, nor his Tarky- |. 
 cocks. God pleffe you auchient Piffoll : you {curvy low- | 
 fie Knave,God plefle you. 
 
 Pit, Ha, art thou bedlam? doeft thou thirft, bafe } 
 Troian, to have ms fold up Parcas fatal! Web? Hence; | 
 Tam qualmithat the {mell of Lecke. 
 
 Fin, Ipeteech you heartily, {curvy lowfie Knave, at 
 
 loveit, noryour affections, and your appetites and your 
 difgettions doo’s notagree with it, I woulddefire youto | 
 cate It. 
 Pst. Not for Cadwakader and all his Goats. 
 Fla, There is owe Goat for you. Strikes him, 
 Will you be fo good, fcauld Knave,as eate it? 
 Pift. Bafe Troian, thon thalt dye. 
 Fla, You fay very true, fcauld Knave, when Gods 
 Willis: I will defire youto live inthe meane time, and | 
 cate your Victuals : come, there is {awce for it. You | 
 
 L2 You 
 
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 you to day a {quire of lowdegrec. I pray you fallto,if 
 you can mockea Leck:, you can cate a Lecke. 
 
 Genr. Enough Captainc, you have aftonifht him. 
 
 Fie. fay, will make bim eare fome part of my leeke, 
 or I will peate his pate fouredayes+ bite I pray you,it 1s 
 good for your greene wound, and your ploody Coxe- 
 combe. 
 
 Pst. Mut I bitc? ; ; 
 
 Fix. Yes certainely,and out of doubt and ontiof que- 
 
 ‘ {tion too, and ambiguities. 
 
 Pift. By this,Lecke, I will moft horribly revenge: I 
 eate and cate I {weare- ‘ 
 
 Flu. Eatel pray you, will you have fome more fauce 
 to your Leeke : there is not enough Leeke to {weare by. 
 
 Pift. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou doft fee I cate. 
 
 . Flu. Much good doe you {cald knave, heartily. Nay, 
 pray you throw nozeaway, the skinne is g00d for your 
 broken Coxecombe; when you take occafions to ice 
 Leckes hereafter, I pray you mocke at’em, that is all. 
 
 Pif. Good. ' 
 
 Fin. I, Leckesis good: hold you, thereis a groat. to 
 heale your pate. 
 
 Pst. Mea groat? ; ; 
 
 Flv. Yes verily and in truth you fhall take it,or I have 
 another Leeke in my pocket, which you fhall eate. 
 
 Pist. Itake thy groat in earneft of revenge. 
 
 Fle. If T owe you any thing, ! will paysyou in Cud- 
 gels, you fhallbe a Woodmouger, and buy nothing of 
 me but cudgels: God bu’y you, aud keepe you.and heale 
 your pate. Exit. 
 
 Pst, All hell thal ftirre for this. 
 
 Gow. Goe, goe, you area counterfet cowardly Kave, 
 will you mocke atan ancient Tradition began upon an 
 honorable refpect, and worne as 2 memorable ip an 
 of predeceafed valor, and dare uot avouch in your eeds 
 any of your words. I have feence you gleehing and galling 
 
 ’ at this Gentleman twice dtthrice. You thought, becaufe 
 he could not fpeake Eaglith in the native garb, he could 
 not therefore handle an Englifh Cudgell: you find it o- 
 
 } therwife, and henceforth let a Welth correction teach 
 
 _ you agood English condition, fare ye well. Exit. 
 
 iff, Doeth fortune play the hafwife with me now? 
 
 -Newes have I that my Deffisdead ith Spittle of a mala- 
 dy of France, and theremy rendeyous is quite cut off : 
 Old I doe waxc, andfrom my weary limbes honor is 
 Cudgeld. Well, Baud JJcturne, and fomething leane to 
 Cut-purfe of quicke hand : To'Engéand will I tteale, and 
 
 there Tle fteale ; 
 
 And patches will I get unto thefe cudgeld {carres y 
 And fwore I got them inthe Gallia warres. Exit. 
 
 Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, warwicke, 
 
 andether Lords, At another, Ducene l{abel, 
 she King, the Duke of Bourgoigne, and 
 other French. 
 King. Peaceto this meeting, whereforeweare met ; 
 Vato our brother France, and to our Sifter 
 Health and faire time of day; Ioy and good withes 
 . To our moft faire and Princely Cofin Katherine ; 
 } Andasa branch and member of this Royalty, 
 
 By whom this great a{fembly is contriv’d, 
 
 We doefalute you Duke of Bangoignts 
 And Princes Frenchaad Peeres health to you ail. 
 
 Fra. Right joyous are we to behold your face, 
 Moft worthy brother England, faire met. 
 
 So ate you Princes (Englifh) every one. 
 
 The Life of King Henry theFifib. - 
 
 Ouce. So happy be the Miue brother England sth oe 
 
 Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting; 
 As weare now gladto behold your eyes, 
 Your eyes which hitherto have borne inthem. 
 
 Again{t the Frenchthat met them intheir bent, |). | : 
 
 The fatall Ballsof murthering Bafilisks: 
 
 The venome of {uch Lookes we fairely hope 
 
 Have loft their quality, and that this day 
 
 Shall change all griefesand quarrels intolove. » 
 Fng. To cry Amento that, thus weappeare. 
 Que. You Englith Princes all, Idoefalute your 
 Larg. My duty to you beth, on equall loves 
 
 Great Kings of Franceand England : that J have labour’d | j 
 With all my wits, my paines, and ftrong endevours, | 
 
 To bring your moft imperial] Majefties 
 
 Vnto this Barre, and Royall enterview ; SS acite 
 Your Mightineffe on both parts beft can witneflee 
 Since then my Office hath fo farre prevail’d, 
 T hat Face to Face, and Royall Eyeto Eye, 
 
 You have congreeted : let itnot difgrace me, 
 
 If I demand before this Royall view, 
 
 What Rub, or what impediment there is, 
 
 Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace; 
 
 Deare Nourfe of Arts, Plenty es, and joyfuil Births, | 
 
 Should not inthis beft Garden of the World, 
 
 Our tertile France, put ap her lovely Vilage? 
 Alas, fhe hath from France too long beene chas'd, 
 And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes, f 
 Corrupting in it owne fertility. ' 
 
 Her Vine, themerry chearer of the heart, 
 
 Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges even pleach’d, 
 
 Like Prifoners wildly over-growne with hayre, 
 
 Put forth diforder’d Twigs: her fallow Leas, 
 
 The Darnell, Hemlocke and ranke Femetary, 
 
 Doth root upon; while that the Culter rufts, 
 
 That fhould deracinate {uch Savagery + 
 
 The even Mead, that crit brought {weetly forth 
 The freckled Cowflip, Burnet, and greene Clover, — 
 Wanting the Sythe, withall uncorrected, ranke ; 
 Conceives by idleneffe, and nothing teemes, 
 
 But hatefull Docks, rough Thiftles, Kekfyes, Burres, 
 Lofing both beauty and vrility ; 
 
 And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades, and Hedges, e 
 
 Defedtiveintheirnatures, grow to wildneffe. 
 
 Even fo our Houfes, and our felyes, and Children, 
 
 Have loft, or doenot learne, for wantof time, 
 
 The fciences that fhould become our Country 5 
 
 But gow like Savages, as Souldiers will, 
 
 That nothing doe, but meditate on Blood, 
 
 To (wearing, and fterne Lookes, defus’d Attyre, - © 
 
 And every thing that feemes unaturall. , 
 
 Whichto reduce into our former favour, 
 
 Youareaffembled : and my {peech entreats, 
 
 That I may know the Let, why gentle Peace 
 
 Should not expell thefe inconveniences, ; 
 
 And bleffe us with her former qualicies, : 
 Eng. If, Duke of Burgony, you would the Peace, 
 
 Whofe want gives growth toth’imperfettions 
 
 Which you have cited ; you muft buy that Peace 
 
 With full accord to all our juft demands, 
 
 Whofe Tenures and particular effects 
 
 You have enfchedul'd briefely in your hands- 
 Burg. The King hath heard them: to the which,as yet 
 
 There isno Anfwer made. 
 
 Eng. Well then : the Peace which you efore four at 
 
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| France. Yhavebut withacarfelary eye 
 O’re glanc’tthe Articles: Pleafeth your Grace » 
 To appoint fome of your Conncell prefently , 
 
 To fit with us once more; with better heed 
 Tore-furveythem: we willfuddenly 
 
 Paffe our accept and peremptory Anfwer. 
 
 Eng. Brother we fhall. Goe Vackle Exeter, 
 
 And brother Clarence, and brother Gloucester, 
 Warwicke, and Huntington, goc with the King, 
 
 And take with you free power, to ratifie, 
 Augment, or alter,as your Wiidomes bet 
 
 Shall.fee advantageable for our Dignity, 
 
 Any thing inor out ofour Demands, 
 And we'll.configne thereto. Wall you, faire Sifter, 
 Goe with the Princes,or {tay here with use 
 
 Quee. Our gracious Brother, Iwill goe withthem : 
 Happely a Womans V oyce may doe fome good, 
 
 When Articlestoo nicely urg*d, be {toad on. 
 
 &ug. Yet leave our Coufin Katherine here with us; 
 She is our capitall Demand, compris'd 
 Within the tore-ranke of our Articles. 
 
 Que. She hath good leave. Exveunt omnes. 
 Manet King, and Katherine. 
 
 King. Faire Katherine, and molt faire, 
 
 -| Will yon vouchfafe to teach a Souldicr tearmes, 
 Suchas will enter at a Ladyes eare, 
 And pleade hie Love-fnit to her gentle heart? 
 
 Kath, Your Majefty fhall mockeat me,I cannot {peake 
 your Exgland, : 
 
 King. O faire Katherine, if yov willlove me foundly 
 With yous French heart, I will be glad to heare you cons 
 feffe iv brokenly with your Englifh Tongue. Dee you 
 like me, Kate ? 
 
 Kath. Pardenne moy, cannot tell wat is like me. 
 
 | Kéng. An Angellislike you Kate, and you are like an 
 | Angell. 
 
 Kath. Due dit il, que le {wis femblable a les Anges? 
 
 Lady. Ouy verament (auf voftre Grace) ainfi dit sl. 
 
 Keng. I faid 0, deere Katherme, and } muft not bluth 
 toailirme it. 
 | Kath. O bow Dien, les langues des hormmees 
 
 tromperies. 
 
 King: What {ayes the, faire one ? that the tongues of 
 men are full of deceits ? 
 
 Lady. Oxy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of de- 
 Ceits : dat is de Princefic. ' 
 
 King. The Princeffe is the better Englifh-woman : 
 ifaith Kate, my wooing is fit for thy underftandang, Iam 
 gladthou can{ft fpeake no better Englith, for if thon 
 could’, thon would’ ft finde me facha plaine King, that 
  |thowwouldftthinke, I had fold my farme to buy my 
 
 _ Crowne. I know no wayes to minccit in love, but -di- 
 | frettlytofay, Tlove you; then if you urge me €rther, 
 ' | .{thento fay, Doe youin faith? I weare our my fuite:Give 
 {ime your anfwer,yfaith doe,and fo clap hands, anda-bar- 
 gaine : -how fay you, Lady ? 
 | Kath. Sawfveftre honour, me underftand well. 
 
 _ King. Marry,if you would put me to Vertes, or.to 
 | Dance for your fake, Kate, why you undid me: for the 
 | One bhave neither words nor meafure ; and for the other 
 
 font plein de 
 
 ‘a . inftrength. If I could winnea Lady at Leaps frogge, or 
 
 __ | Sy Vawting into my faddle,with my Armor on my back; 
 , \ et under the correCtion of bragging beit {poken, I fhould 
 (6 ? quickely leape initoa Wife: Or if I might buffet for my 
 % * 5: ry - syn ; : : 
 
 The Life of King Henry the Fifth. 
 
 Ihave no ftrénethin meafure, yeta reafonable meafure"| 
 
 93 
 
 Love, or bound my Horfe for her favours,I could lay on 
 ltkea Butcher; and fic like a lacke an ‘Apes, never off.But: | 
 before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, norgafpeout? | 
 my cloguence, nor I have ‘no ‘cunning in protettation ; 
 _onely:\downe-right Oathes, which Inever ufetill ure’d, 
 horneverbreakefor urging, It thoucanftlovesa fellow | 
 of thistemper, Kare, whole face ishot worth Sanne-bur- 
 ning? thatneverlookes im his Glaffe, for love of any: 
 thing he fees there # let thine Eye bethy Cooke, I {peake: 
 tothee plaine Souldier : If thou canft love me for this, 
 take me? if not? td fay to thee thatI fhall dye,is true;but 
 for thy love, by the Ls Nox yet Iolove thee toot And: 
 while thou liv’{t,deare Kate, take afellow of plaineand } 
 uncoyned Conftancy ,for he perforce muft doetheé right, 
 becanfe he hath not the gift to wooe inother places: for: 
 thefefellowes of infinit tongue,that can ryme themfelves 
 into Ladyes favonts, they doe alwayesreafonthem{elves. 
 outagaine. What? a {peaker is buta prater, aiRymé is 
 buta Ballad; a good Legge will fall; a ftrait Backe’ will 
 {toope, a blacke Beard will turne white,acurl’d Pate wilt 
 grow bald, a faire Face will wither, atull Eye wilhowas: 
 hollow s buta good Heart, Kate; is the Sunne andthe 
 Moone, or rather thé Sunne, and not the Moone 3: for. it 
 fhinesbright, andnever changes, but keepes hrs courfe. 
 truely« If thou would have fucha ‘one, take me? and 
 take me; takea fouldier: takea fouldier ; take! acKing. 
 And what fay’{tthowthen to my Love? {peake my faire, 
 and fairely, I pray thee. Stet 
 
 Kath. 3s it poffible dat I fould-love de enemy of: | 
 France? 
 
 King. No, it isnot poffible yeu’ fhould Jove the Ene- 
 my of France, Katey but in loving me, you fhould Jove 
 the'Friend of France's for Llove France fo well, that.1 
 will not part with a Village of it ; 1 will have it all mine : 
 and Kateywhen Franceismine,and | am yours;then yours? 
 is France, and youare mine.» _ 
 
 Kath. ¥ cannot tell wat is dat.’ 
 
 King. No, Kate? Uwiiltell thee in French,which Iam_ 
 fure will hang upon my tongue, like a new-married Wife’ 
 about her-Husbands Neécke, hardly to be fhooke off; Je 
 quad fir le poffeffion de Fraunce, G quand vous anes le. pof- 
 Seffion de moy, (Let me fee, whatthen ? Saint Dennis be 
 my {peed ) Done voftreest Fraunce, G vous eftes usicine. 
 Itisas-eafie for me, Kate,to conquer the Kingdome,’'as 
 to fpeake fo much more French : Ffhall never movethee 
 in French, unlefle itbe to laugh at me. 
 
 Kath. Sauf voltre boneur , leFrancots ques vous parleis, il 
 & meliers quel’ eAngolis le quel le parle. 
 
 Kin, No faith is't not, Kates but thy {peaking of 
 my Tongue, and I thine, moft truely faifely mnt 
 needes be graunted tobe much at one. But Kate, doo’ ft 
 thou underftand thus much Englith'?. Canit thou love 
 me ? Ue) 
 
 Kath» Icannot tell. 
 
 Kia, Can any of your Neighbotsrs:tell , Kate? Ile 
 aske them, Come I know thou lovefi me: arid atnighr, 
 when you come iuto-your Clofet, you'll queftion»this 
 Gentlewoman about'me’; and F know, Kaze, you willto 
 her difpraife thofe partsin me, that youlove with, your’ 
 heart; but good Kate, mocke memercifully, the rather 
 genclePrincefle, bécanfe Love theecruclly. if ever thou 
 beef mine, Kate, as\1 have afaving Faith within ne tels’ 
 me thou-fhalt 5; L get thee with skambling , arid-thow 
 mult therefore needés pfove a good Souldier-breeder :' |. 
 Shall noc thou arid I, betweene:Saint Dewns and Saint | 
 Georgs, compound a Boy, halfe French halfe Englith, 
 
The Life of King Henry the Fift 
 
 that thall goe to Conftantinople, and take the Turkeby 
 the Beard. Shall wenor ? what fay’ft thou,my faire Flow- 
 er-de-Luce. r 
 
 Kate.; Idoe not know dat- 
 
 King. No:’tis hereafter to know,but how to promife: 
 doe bat now promife Kare, you willendeavour for your 
 French part of fuch a Boy; and for my Englifh moyty, 
 take the word of a King, and a Batcheler- How anfwer 
 
 you,La plus belle Katherine du monde mon tre{cher e devin 
 deeffe. . 
 
 ea Your Majeftee aue faufe Frenche enough to de- 
 ceive demott fage Damioifeil dat ts en Fraunce. 
 
 King.. Now fye uponmy falfe French : by mine honor 
 in true Englifh, Ilovethee Kate; by which honor, I dare 
 not fweare thou loveft me, yet my -blond begins to flat- 
 ter mes that thou doo’ft; norwithftanding the poore and 
 untempering effect of my Vifage- Now befhrew my 
 Fathers Ambition, he was thinking of Civill Warres 
 wher he got me, therefore was I created with a ftub- 
 borne ont-fide, with amafpect of Iron, that when I come 
 to wooe Ladyes, Ifrightthem : butin faith Kave,the el- 
 der I wax, the better I {hall appeare. My comfortis,that 
 Old Age, that ill layer: up of Beauty, can doeno more 
 fpoyle upon my Face. Thowhait me, ifthou haft me, at. 
 the worlt; and thou fhalt weare me, ifthou weare me, 
 better and better : and thereforetell me, moft faire Ka- 
 therine, will you have me? Pat off your Maiden Bluthes, 
 
 - auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of: 
 
 _anEmpreffe, takeme by the Hand, and fay , Harry of 
 England, I am thine : which wordthou fhalt no fooner 
 
 - bleffe mine Eare withall, but I will tell cheealowd, Eng- 
 
 -andisthive : Irelandis thine, France is thine, and Heary 
 Plantaginet isthine ; who, though I fpeake it before his 
 Face, if he be not Fellow with the belt King, thou halt 
 find the beit King of Good-fellowes: Come your an- 
 {wer in broken Muficke ; for thy Voyce is Maficke,and 
 thy Englith broken : Therefore Queene of all, Karherine, 
 
  bseake thy mindto me in broken Englifh, wilt thou 
 have me ? 
 
 Kath. Dat is as it fhall pleafe de Roy mon pere. 
 
 Kin. Nay, it will pleafe him well, Kate; 1t thall pleafe 
 him, Kate. 
 
 Kath. Den it fall aifo content me. 
 
 King. Vpon that 1 kiffe your Hand,and1 call you my 
 Queeiie. 
 
 Kath. Laiffe mon Seigneur, laiffe, laiffe, may foy: Ie ne 
 ews point que vous abbaife vostre grandeur, en baifant le 
 main A unenofire Seiguesr indignie fervitenr, excufemoy. Te 
 wous [apply neon tre[-puil[ant Sesgueur. ; 
 
 King, Then I will kiffe your Lippes, Kate. 
 
 Kath, Les Dames & Pamoifels pour eftre baife devant 
 
 | leur nopcefé il net pas le coftume de Fraunce. 
 
 King. Madam, my Interpreter, what fayes fhe ? 
 
 Lady . Datitis not be de fafhion pour le Ladies of 
 
 France ; I cannot tell watis buiffeen Anglifh. 
 
 King. Tokiffe. — 
 
 Lady. Your Majeltieentendre betere que moy. 
 
 King. It isnota fathion for the Maids in France to 
 
 _ kiffe before they aremarryed, would the fay ? 
 
 Lady, Oxy verayment. 
 
 King. O Kate, nice Cuftomes curfie to great Kings. 
 Deare Kate, you and I cannot bee confin’d within the 
 weake Ly{t of a Countreyes fafhion: we are the ma- 
 
 - kersofManners, Kate; and the liberty that followes 
 our Places, ftoppes the mouth ofall find-faults, as I will 
 doe yours, for upholding the nice fafhion of yonr Coun- 
 
 try, 
 yeelding 
 there is more eloquence ina Suger touch of them; then in 
 the Tongues ofthe French Councell: and they fhould 
 fooner perfwade Harzy of England, thena generall Petiti 
 onofMonarchs. Heere comes your father. ny 
 
 Enter the French Power, andthe Enghilh » <> 
 Lord 
 
 Se 
 
 Bur 
 
 > 
 
 yet TOS 
 
 of a naked blind Boy in her naked feeing félfe? It were} — 
 (my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to configne | — 
 tO. ae 
 King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Love is blind | 
 and enforces. t 
 
 . Burg. They are then excus’d, my Lord, when they fee | a 
 
 not what they doe. ot ie 
 King. Thengood my Lord, teach your Coufintocon- } 
 fentto winking. a ee 
 
 Burg. I will winke on her to confent, my Lord, ‘ifyou 4 
 will teach her to know my meaning: for Maides well} — 
 Summer’d, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Battholo« | 
 
 mew-tyde, blind, though they havetheir eyes, and then 
 they willendure handling, which before would notabide } 
 looking on. | 
 
 King. This Moralltyesme over to 
 
 the latter end, and fhe muft be blind too. 
 Burg. As Loveis my Lord, before it loves. 
 King. Itisfo: and you may, fome of you, thanke 
 
 Love fer my blindneffe, who cannot fee many fai 
 
 way. 1 
 French King. Yes my Lord, you fes them perfpe | 
 Gtively : the Cities turn’d into a Maid; for they are 
 = ae: with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath en- 
 red, Z 
 King. Shall Katebe my Wife? . 
 Fran. Sopleafe you. 
 
 England. 1 am content , fo the Maiden Cie E 
 jn’ 
 
 talke of, may waite on her : fothe Maid that 
 
 Will. 
 
 the way formy With, fhall fhew me the way to my) j 
 
 : France. We have confented to all tearmes of r@@- 
 fon. ; 
 Eng. Is’t fo, my Lords of England ? 
 Wet. TheKing hath granted every Article: 
 His Daughter firft; and then in fequele, all, 
 _ According totheir firme propofed natures. a 
 Exet. Onely 
 
 in denying me a Kiffe : therefore ‘patiently, and] | 
 You have Witch-craft in your Lippes,Katez) 
 
 — ae ie ee Se ee Se SS Sn 
 
 Time, and a hot | { 
 Summer ; and {oI fhallcatch the Flye, your Coufin,in} 
 
 faire | 
 French City for one faire French Maid that ftandsin my | — 
 
Exet. Onely he hath not yet fubfcribed this : 
 Where your Majefty demands, That the King of France 
 having any occafionto write for matter of Graunt, fhall 
 name your Highneffe in this forme, and with this addici- 
 on, in French :Noffre trefeher file Henry Roy’d Angleterre 
 Heretere de Fraunee sand thus in Latine ; Preclariffimus 
 Filius noSter Henricus Rex eAuglia & Heres Fransias 
 
 Fran, Nor this I havenot Brother fo deny’d, 
 But your requeft thal! make me let it pafle. 
 
 Engl. I pray you then, inlove and deare allyance; 
 
 Let that one Article ranke withthe'reft, 
 And thereupon give me your Daughter. 
 
 Fran. Take her faire fonne,and from her blood rayfe up 
 Iffue to me, thatthe contending Kingdomes_. 
 | Of France and England, whole very fhoares looke pale, 
 
 | Withenvy of each others happineffe, : 
 May ceafe their hatred sand this deare Conjunction 
 Plant Neighbourhood and Chriftian-like accord 
 In their {weet Bofomes: that never Warre advarice 
 
 His bleeding Sword ‘twixt Englandand faire France. 
 | Lords. Amen. 
 | ~ Kings Now welcome Kate: and beare me witneffe all, 
 | That here I kiffe her as my Soveraigne Queene. 
 
 f : Flourifh. 
 
 |  Quee. God, the beft maker of all Marriages, 
 
 _} Combine your hearts in one, your Realines in one : 
 | As Man and Wifebeing two, are onein love, 
 
 | Sobe there’twixt your Kingdomes fuch a Spoufall, 
 
 | That never may ill Oifice, or fell jealoufie, 
 
 The Life of King Henry the Ff. 59 
 
 Which troubles oft the Bed of bleffed Marriage, 
 Thraft in betyeene the Pation of thefe Kingdomes; 
 Tomake divorce of their incorporate League : 
 That Englith may as French, French Englifhmen, 
 Receive each other. God {peake this Amen. 
 Ad. Amen. 
 King. Prepare we for our Marriage : on which day, 
 My Lord of Burgundy we'll takeyour Oath 
 And all che Peeres, for furety of our Leagues, 
 Then fhalll I {weare to Kate, and you to me, 
 And inay our Oathes well kept and profp’rous be. 
 Sonet, Exeunt. 
 
 Futer Chorus. 
 
 Thus farre with rough, andall-unable Pen, 
 
 Our bending Author hath purfu’d the Story, 
 
 In little roome confining mighty men, 
 
 Mangling by ftarts the full courle of their glory. 
 Small time: but in that {mall, moft greatly lived 
 
 This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword ; 
 By which, tae Worlds beft Garden he atchieved : 
 And of it left hisSonne Imperial] Lord, 
 
 Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd King 
 
 Of Franceand England, dic this King fucceed : 
 Whofe State fo many had the managing, 
 That they loft France, and make his England bleed : 
 Which oft our Stage hath fhowne ; and for their fake, 
 In your faire minds let this acceptance take. 
 
), 
 
 The fir{t Part of King 
 
 eA us Prima. 
 
 Dead March. 
 
 Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift. attended on by 
 the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France ; the Dake 
 of Glofter Protetter s the Dake of Exeter,War- 
 wicke, the Bifhop of Winchester, and 
 the Duke of Somer- 
 fe. 
 Bedford. : 
 BSE Ving be f heavens with black,yeild dayronight; 
 $ Comets importing change of Times and States, 
 Braydith your cryftall Treflesin the Sky, 
 And with them {courge the bad revolting Stars, 
 That have contented uato Henries death: 
 King. Henry the Fift, too famous to livelong, | 
 England ne’re loft a King of fo much worth. 
 
 Glot. Englandne’re had a King untill his time = 
 Vertue he bad, deferving to command. 
 
 His brandifht Sword did blind men with his beames, 
 
 His Armes {pred wider then a Dragons Wings: 
 
 His {parkling Eyes, repeat with wrathfull fire, 
 
 More dazled and drove backe his Enemies, 
 
 Then mid-day funne, fierce bent againft their faces. 
 What fhould Lay 2. his Deeds exceed all fpecch : 
 
 He ne’re liftup his hand, but conquered.. 
 
 Exe. Wemourne in blacke, why mourn we not in 
 Henry is dead, and never fhall revive : (blood? 
 Vpona Wooden Coffin we attend ; 
 
 And deaths difhonorable Victory,“ 
 We with our ftately prefence glorifie, 
 . | Like Captives bound toa Triumphant Carre. 
 “i What? fhall we curfe the Planets of Mifhap,. 
 Fhat plotted thus our Glories overthrow ? 
 Or hall we thike the fubtile-witted French, 
 Conyurers and Sorcerers, that afraid of him, 
 By Magicke Verfe have contriv'd his end? 
 Winch. He wasaKing, bleft of the King of Kings.’ 
 Vatothe French, the dreadfull judgement-Day 
 So dreadfull will not be, as was hisfight. 
 | The Battailes of the Lord of Hofts he fought : 
 The Churches Prayers made him fo profperous. 
 Glos. The Church? Where is it? 
 Had not Church-men pray’d, 
 -Histhred of Life had not fofoone decay’d. 
 None doe you like, but an effeminate Prince, 
 ” Whomlike a Schoole-boy you may Over-awe. 
 Winch: Glofter, what ere we like, thou art Protector, 
 And lookeft to command the Prince and Realme. 
 Thy Wife1s prowd, the holdeth thee in awe, 
 
 1 ESE 
 Ne e 
 
 | In ftead of Gold; we'll offer up out Armes, 
 
 a = 
 
 7), 
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 y 
 Yo 
 
 Henry the Sixt] ss j 
 
 ScenaPrima. 
 
 More thea God or Religions Church-men re 2 Gah 
 Glof. Namenot Religion, forthowlov’fttheFleth, | ~ 
 And ne’re throughout the yeereto Church thougoft, | 
 Except it be to pray againft thy foes. cate 
 Bed. Ceafe,ceafe thefe Iarres, and reft your mindsin | 
 Let’s'to the Altar's Heralds wayt onus ; (peaces f 
 
 Since Armes avayle not, now that Henrs's deade 
 Potterity await for wretched yeeres, Poe |: 
 Whenat their Mothers moift eyes; Babes fhali fuckes 
 Our Ile be made a Nourith of falt Tearesy © poly 
 And pone but Wonien left to waylethe dead 217 
 Henry the Fift, thy Ghoft Linvocate: ovenigeen 
 Profper this Realme, keepe it from Civill Broyles, 
 Combat with adverfe Planets in the heavens ; 
 A farre more glorious Starre thy foulewill make, 
 Then Jutins Cafar, or bright-——— ae 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 
 Mef{.My honorable Lords, healthto youalle _ 
 Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, 
 Of loffe,of flanghter, and difcomfiture 
 Guyen, Champaigne, Rheimes,Orleance, — 
 Paris, Guyfors, Poictiers, are all quite loft. ; 
 
 | Bed. What fay’ft thou man 1,beforedead Henry's 
 
 Speake foftly, orthe loffe of thofe great Townes, 
 Will make him burft his Lead, andrifefrom death, 
 
 Gloft. Is Paris loft? and is Roan yeelded up? 
 If Henry were recall’d to lifeagaine, | 
 Thefe newes wouldcaufe him once more yeeld the ghoft. | a 
 
 Exe. How were they loft ? what trechery was usd? } gi 
 
 * Meff. No trechery, but want of Men and Monty: 
 Amongft the’Souldiers thisis muttered, 
 That here you maintaine feverail Factions: 
 
 And whil’ft a Field thould be difpatchtand fought, 
 Youaredifputing of your Generals. 
 One would have lingring Warres, with little coft 5 
 
 Another would flye {wift, but wanteth Wings 
 Athird man thinkes, withoutexpenceat all, 
 
 | By guilefullfaire words, Peace may be obtain d. 
 Awake,away, Englifh Nobility, 
 
 Let not flouth dimme your Honors, new begot 5 
 Croptare the Flower-de-Luces in your Atmes 
 Of Englands Coat, one halfe iscut away- 
 Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall, 
 Thefe Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides. 
 Bed. Me they concerne, Regent I am of France > 
 Giveme my ftealed Coat, ile ght for France. 
 Away with thefe difgracefull wayling Robes ; 
 Wounds will Ilend the French, in ftead of Eyes, | 
 To weepe their intermiffive Miferics, 
 
 * 
 
- Lhefirft Part of K ing Henry the Sixt. 97 
 
 Farewell my Mafters, tomy Taske willI, _ 
 Bonfires in France forthwith Iam to make, 
 Tokeepe our great Saint Georges Feaft withall- 
 Ten thoufand Souldiers with me I willcake, 
 Whofe bloody deeds fhall make all Europe quake. 
 3. Me/, So you hadneede, for Orleanceis befieg’d, | 
 The Englith Arnty is growne. weakeand faint : 
 The Earle of Salisbury craveth fupply, 
 And hardly keepes his men from mutiny, 
 Since they fo few, watch fuch a miultitude. 
 
 Exe. Remember Lords your Oathesto Henry fworne: 
 Eyther to quell the Dolphin utterly, 
 Or bring hinrin obedience to your yoake. 
 
 Bed. I doe remember it, and-here takeleave, 
 To goeabout my preparation. Exit Bedford. 
 | Gloft. Netothe Tower with all the haft Ican, 
 
 To view th’Artillery and Munition, 
 
 And then I will proclaime young Hesry King. 
 Exit Gloster. 
 
 Exe. To Eltam will J, whgre the young King is, 
 Being ordain’d his {peciall Govefnor, 
 
 And for hisfafety there Ilebeft devife. Exit. 
 
 Winch. Eachhath his Place and kun@ion to attend : 
 
 I am left out ; for me nothing remaines : 
 But long I will not be lacke out of Office, 
 The King from Eltam I intend to fend, 
 
 And fit at chiefeft fterne of publique Weale- 
 
 Enter tothem another Meffenger. 
 
 Mef,, Lords view thefe Letters, full of bad mifchance. 
 
 | France is revolted fromthe Englith quite, 
 
 Except fome petty Townes, of no import. 
 
 The Dolphin (‘harles is crowned King in Rheimes ? 
 
 .| The Baftard of Orleance with him is joyn’d : 
 
 Reynold, Duke of Aniou, doth his part, 
 
 The Duke of Alanfon flyeth to his fides Exit. 
 Exe. The Dolphin crown’d King ? all fiyeto him ? 
 
 O whither fhall we flye from this reproach ? 
 
 | Gli. Wewillnot flye, butto our eremies throats. 
 Bedford, if thou be flacke, Ile fight it out. 
 Bed. Gloster, why doubthtthouofimy forwardneffe ? 
 
 An Army have I mutter’d inmy thoughts, ) 
 
 Wherewith already France is over-run. 
 
 Enter another Meffenger. 
 
 Meff, My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments; 
 Wherewith you now bedéw King Henrtes hearle; 
 | I mutt informe you of a difmall fight, 
 Betwixt the {tout Lord Talbot ,and the French. 
 
 Win. What ? wherein Talbot overcame, is’t fo ? 
 
 3- Mef.O no:wherein Lord Talbot was o’rethrowne : 
 Tlie circumftance Ile tell you more at large. 
 The tenth of Auguft laft, this dreadfull Lord, 
 Retyring from the Siege of Orleance, 
 Having full {carce fix thoufand inhis troupes 
 By three and twenty thoufand of the French 
 Was round incompafied, and fet upon : 
 No leyfure had he to enranke his men. 
 He wanted Pikesto fet before his Archers: ; 
 In ftead whereof, fhatpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges 
 They pitched in the ground contufedly, 
 To keepe the Horfemen off, from breaking in. 
 More then three houres the fight continued 
 Where valiant Ta/bor, above humane thought, 
 Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. 
 | Bundreds he fent to hell, and none durft ftand him : 
 __ | Here, therc, and every where enrag’d, he flew. 
 The French exclaym’d, the Devill was in Armes, 
 Allthe whole Army ftood agaz’d on him. 
 His fouldiers {pying his undaunted Spirit, 
 A Talbot, a Talbot, c¥yetl out amaine. 
 And rufht into the Bowels of the battaile. 
 Here hadthe Conqueft fully beene feal'd up, + 
 If Sir lobn Falftaffe bad not play:d the Coward, 
 He being ithe Vauward, plac’c behind, : 
 With purpofe to relieve and follow them; ~ 
 | Cowardly fled, not having ftrucke one ftroake.° 
 Hence grew the generall wracke and maflacre ; 
 Enclofed were they with their Eenemies. 
 Abafe Wallon, towinthe Dolphins grace, 
 Thrakt Talbot witha Speare into the Backe, 
 Whom all France, with their chiefe affembled ftrength, 
 Durft not prefume to looke oncein the face 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Cbarles, Alanfon, and Reigneir, marching 
 with Drum and Sonlditrs. 
 
 Charl. Mars histrue moving, even asin the Heavens 
 So in the Earthto this day isnot knowne. 
 Late did he fhine upon the Englith fide : 
 Now we are Vidtors, uponus he {miles. 
 What Townes ofany moment, but we have? 
 At pleafure here we lye, neere Orleance 
 Otherwhiles, the famifht Englith, like pale ghofts, 
 Faintly befiege us one houre ina moneth. 
 
 Al, They want their Porredge,and their fat Bul Beeves 
 Eyther they muft be dyeted like Mules. 
 _ Reigs Let’sraife the Siege: why live weidly here? 
 And have their Provender ty’d to their mouthes, 
 Or pitteous they willlooke, like drowned Mice. 
 Talbot istaken, whom we wontto feare : 
 Remayneth none but mad-brain’d Salisbury, 
 And he may well in fretting {pend his gall, 
 Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre. 
 
 Char: Sound, found Alarum, we willruth on them, 
 Now for the honour of the forlorne French: 
 Him I forgive my death, that killeth me; 
 When he feesme goe backe one foot, or flye. Exennt. 
 
 Heere Alarum ,they are beaten backe by the 
 
 bh =) Bed. Is Talbor Mlaincthen? I will flay my felfe,: Englifh, with g reat loffe.-- 
 
 | Forlivingidly here, inpompeand cafe, 
 it} | | Whil'ftfuch a worthy Leader, wanting ayd, Enter (barles, Alanfon,and Reigneir. 
 
 » | | Vinto his daftard foe-men is betray’d, . 
 
 4 3.CMef. Ono, helives, but istooke Priforter,’ - Char?, Who ever {aw the like ? what men have f?- 
 gy | And Lord Scales with him, anid Lord Hungerford : - Dogges, Cowards, Daftards: I would ne’re have fled, 
 | Moft of the reft flaughter’d, or tooke likewife. But that they left me’midft my Enemies. — 
 tS Bed. His Ranfome there is none but I fhall pay. Reig. Salaburyis a defperate Homicide, 
 
 , | | Me halethe Dolphin headlong from his Throne, He fighteth a8 one weary of his life : 
 oie His Crowne fhall be the Ranfome of my friend s To other Lords, like Lyons wanting foode, 
 (% | Foureoftheir Lords Ile change for one of ours. Doe ruth upon usas their hungry prey. 
 
98 
 
 etlanf. Froyfard,a Countrey man of ours, cecords; 
 England all Oliversand Rowlands breed, 5 
 During the time Edwardthe third did raigne? 
 More truely now may this be verified ; 
 For none but Sam/ons and Gelialfes 
 Is fendeth forth to skirmifh :.one to tenne? : 
 Leane raw-bon’'d Rafcalls, who would¢’re fuppofes 
 They had firch courage and ewdacity ; 
 Charl. Let’sleave this Towne, 
 For they are hayre-brain’d Slaves, alt 
 And hunger willenforcethem to be moreeagers 
 Ofold I know them srather with their Teeth.» 
 The Walls tbcy’ll teare downe, then forfake the Siege. 
 Reig. I thinke- by fome odde Gimmalls or device 
 Their Armes are fet, like Clockes, ftill to ftrike,on 5 
 Elfe ne’re couldthey hold out foas they doe: 
 By my confent, we'll even letthem alone. 
 Alan. Beit fo; 
 
 Enter the Bastard of Orleance. 
 
 Baft. Where’sthe Prince De/pbin? I have ncwesfor 
 him. 
 ‘Dolph. Baftard of Orleance, thrice welcome to us. 
 Bast. Methinkes-your lookes are fad, your cheare ap- 
 Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? (pal’d. 
 Be not difmay’d, for fucconr is at hand : 
 A holy Maid hither with me bring, 
 Which by a Vifion fent to her from Heaven, 
 Ordayned is to raife this tedious Seige, 
 And drive the Englifh forth rhe bounds of France : 
 The fpirit of deepe Prophefie fhe hath, 
 Exceeding the nine Siby/s of old Rome : < 
 What's pat, and what’s tocom:, fhe can defcry. 
 Speake, fhall I cail her in? belceve my words, 
 For they are certaine, and unfallible, 
 Dolpb. Goe call her in: but firft, to try her skill, 
 Resgnier {tand thou as Dolphin in my place ; 
 Queftion her prowdly, Jet thy Lookes be fterne, 
 ‘| By this meanes thall we found what skill fhe hath. 
 
 a, 
 
 Enter Toane Puzxel. 
 Reig. Faire Maid, is’tthou wilt doe thefe wondrons 
 feats? : 
 — Pux. Reigwer, is tthou that thinkeft to beguile me ? 
 Where isthe Dolphin? Come, come from behind, 
 *| I know thee well, though never feene before. 
 Be not amaz’d, there’s nothing hid from me; 
 In private wil I talke with thee apart: 
 Srand backe you Lords,’and give us leave a while. 
 Reig. She takes upon her bravely at firft dafh. 
 -Paz, Dolphin, Fam by birtha Shepheards Daughter, 
 My wit untrain’d in any kind of Art: 
 Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas’d 
 To fhine on my contemptible eftare, 
 }| Loe, whileft. 1 wayted on my tender Lambes, 
 And to Sunnes parching heat difplai’d my checkes, 
 Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me, 
 And ina Vifion full of Majetty, 
 Willd me to leave my bafe Vocation, 
 And free my Countrey from Calamity : 
 Her ayde fhe promis’d, and aflur’d fucceffe. 
 In compleat Glory fhe reveal’d her felfe ; 
 And whereas I was blacke and {wart before : 
 With thofe cleare Rayes, which fhe infus'd on me, 
 That beauty am I bleft with , which you fee. 
 
 T he firft Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Aske me what queftion thoucantt poffible, 
 And I will anfwer unpremeditated : , eed 
 | My Courage try by Combat, if thoudar’ft, eT g 
 | Andthou fhalt find that lexceed mySex. {| 
 | Refolve on this, thou fhalt be fortunate, aio af Tae 
 ‘| Ifthou receive me for thy Warlike Mate. . 
 
 .Onely this proofe He of thy Valour make, oy) 
 '| In fingle Combat thou fhalt bucklewithmes ©...) - 
 
 } Which never ceafeth to enlarge it felfe, 
 
 { one 
 high termes: | — 
 
 Dolph. Thou hatt aftonifht me with thy 
 
 And if theu vanquitheft, thy. wordsare tries») 
 Otherwife I renounce all confidence. ) koe 
 Puz. 1am prepard : here is my keens-edg'd Sword 
 Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each fide, 
 The which at Touraine, in S$. Katherines Church-yard, 
 Out of a great deale of old Iren, Ichofeforth. 
 Dolph. Thencomea Godsname, I feare no woman 
 Puzel. And while live, Ile ne're flye no man, 
 _.. Here they fight, and loane de Puzel overcomes. 
 “Dolph. Stay {tay thy hands, thou art an Amazon; 
 And fighteft with the Sword of Debora. : Sum 
 Puxel. Chrifts Mother helpes me, elfe 1 weretoa 
 weake. aes 
 Dolph. Whoe’re helps thee, ‘tisthou that mutt helpe 
 Impatiently I burne with thy defire, a 
 My heart and handsthou haftat oncefubdu'd, 
 Excellent P#zcl,ifthy name be fo, iit 
 Letme thy fervant, and not Soveraignebe, > 
 ‘Tis the French Dolphin fueth tothee thus, — -—~ 
 Puzel. I muft not yeldtoany rights of Love, — 
 For my Profeffion’s facred from above : 594 04 
 When! havechafedall thy Foes from hence, 
 Then will I thinke upon a recompence. o/s 
 fe Meane time looke gracious on thy proftrate 
 Thrall. opt 
 Reig. My Lord me thinkes is very long intalkes 
 Alan.Doubtleffe he thrives this woman to her fmocke 
 Elfe ne’re could he {0 long protract his fpeech. 
 Reigns. Shall wee difturbe him, fince he keepes no 
 meane ? , 
 Ala. He may mean more then we poore mendo know? | — 
 Thefe women are fhrewd tempters withtheir tonguess | 
 Reig. My Lord, where are you? what devifeyouen, | 
 Shall we give o’re Orleance, or ee 
 ‘Puzel. Why no, I fay : diftruftfull Recreants, 
 Fight tall che laft gafpe : for Ilebeyonr guards =f 
 Dolpo. What the fayes, Ile confirme: we'll fight it) — 
 out. wae 
 Puzel. Affign'dam I tobethe Englifh Scourge: =f 
 This night the Siege afluredly Ile raife: pened 
 Expect Saint Adartsns Summer, Haleyons dayes, 
 Since I have entred thus into thefe Warres, meer 
 Glory is like a Circle inthe Water, ne. 
 
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 Till by broad fpreading, it difperfe to nought. 
 With Henrses death, the Englifh Circleends,, 
 Difperfed arethe glories it included : : 
 Now am I like that prowd infulting Ship, 
 Which C«/arand his fortune bare at once. 
 Dolph. Was. Mahomet infpired witha Dove? 
 Thou with an Eagle art infpired then. 
 Helex, the Mother of Great Conftantine, fe 
 Nor yetS. Pbiipsdanghters werelikethee. 
 eh i abs of Venus, faine downe onthe Earth, =| 
 ow may Ireverently worfhiptheeenough? = 
 gh Leave off "diases and. a us raife the 
 lege. ee ‘ ae 
 
 oes ree a ee es 
 
9 : | Vader my feet Ie ftampe thy Cardinals Hat: 
 
 Reig. W oman, doe what thou'canftto fave our honors, 
 
 Drivethemfrom Orleance, and beimmortaliz’d. 
 Dolph. Prefently we'lltry : come, let’s away about it, 
 
 No Prophet will Ltrutt, if the prove falfe. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Gloster , with bis Serving-men. 
 
 Gift. lamcome to furvey the Tower thisday ; 
 Since Héenries death, I feare there is Conveyance : 
 Where bethefe Warders, that they wait not here? 
 Open the Gates, ’tis Gloster that calls. 
 1. Warder, Who's there, that knocks fo imperioufly? 
 Ghit, 1. Man, Iwisthe Noble Duke of Gloster. 
 2. Warde. Whoere he be, you may not be erin. 
 1, Man, Villaines,an{wer you fo the Lord Protector? 
 1.Warder. The Lord protect him, fo we an{wer him, 
 We doe no otherwife thea we are wild. 
 _ Gloft. Who willed you? or whofe will ftands but nrine? 
 There's none Protector of the Realme, but I : } 
 Breake up-the Gates; Ile be your warrantize ; 
 ‘| Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill: Groomes ? 
 Glosters menru{h at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile 
 - of the Liewtenant [peakes within, i 
 : Wood. Whatnoyfeis thise what Traytors have wee 
 free axes : tel 
 Glo. Lieutenant; is it you whofe voyce | heare? 
 Open the Gates, here’s Gloster that would enter. 
 Wood. Have patience Noble Duke’, I may not open, 
 _ The Cardinal of W iachefter forbids’: 3 
 From him L have expreffe commandement, 
 That thou nor none of thine fhall be let in. 
 _ Giloft. Faint-hearted weodvile, prizeft him "fore me's 
 Arrogant Wincheffer, that haughty Prelate, 
 Whom Henry our late Soveraigne ne’re could brooke ? 
 -Thouwart no friend to God, or to the King : 
 | Open the Gates, or Ile thut thee out fhortly, 
 _ Servingmen. Open the Gates untothe Lord Protector, 
 Or we'll bur ft. them open, ifthat youcome not quickly. 
 
 3 Enter tothe Protetlor at the Tower Gates, Winchefter 
 BOS au! and bis men in Tawney Coates. 
 
 j How now ambitious Vmpire, what meanes 
 seenege 
 Ghats, Piei'd Prieft, doo'ft thou command me to be 
 ‘fhut ont? a 
 
 Winchest, 1 doe, thou moft ufurping Proditer, 
 And not Precector of the King or Realme. 
 Glo. Stand backethou manifeft Confpirator, 
 Thou that contrived’ ft tomurther our dread Lord, 
 
 _ | Thou that giv’ft Whores Indulgences to finne, 
 
 | Tle canves thee inthy broad Cardinalls Hat, 
 | If thou proceed in this thy infolence. 
 
 Winch. Nay, ftand thou backe,I will not budge a foot : 
 This be Damafcus, be thou curled Cain, 
 To flay thy Brother e4éel, if thou wilt. 
 
 _Glost. I willnot fiay thee, but Ile drive thee backe: 
 ‘Thy Scarlet Robes,as a Childs bee Cloth, ) 
 Ile nfe, to carry thee out of this place.” 
 
 _ Winch... Doe what thou dar’ft, I beard thee to thy 
 ace. 
 
 Gloft. What ? am Idar’d, and bearded to my face? 
 Draw mep, for all this priviledged place, 
 Blew Coats to Tawny Coats.Prieft beware your Beard, 
 I meane totugge it, and co cuffe yon foundly- 
 
 » 
 
 ~ Dhefieft Part of K ing Hemy the Sixt. 99 
 
 | How e’reunfortunate, I mifs’d my ayme. 
 
 Tn {pight.of Pope, or dignities of Church, 
 
 Here by the Cheekes Je-drag thee up and downe, 
 ‘ Winche§t, Glofter, thou wilt anfwer this before the | 
 Pope. 
 
 Glof. Wincheffer Goofe, Icry,a Rope, a Rope: 
 Now best them hence, why doe yowlet them itay ? 
 Thee Ilechafe hence; thou Wolfe’ inSheepes array. 
 Out Tawney-Coates, out Scailet Hypocrites 
 
 Here GloSters men beat out the Cardsnalls men, and 
 enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of 
 London, and bis Officers. 
 
 Mayor.F ye Lords, that you being fupreme Magiftrats, } 
 Thus contumélionfly fhould breake the Peace, 
 
 G/.Peace Mayor,for'thon know’ ft little of my wrongs: | 
 Here's Beauford, that regards nor God nor King, 
 Hath here diftrayn’d the Tower to hisufe. 
 
 Winch. Here’s Gloster too, a Foe to Citizens, 
 One that-ftill motions Warre, andnever Peace, 
 O’re-charging your free Purfes with large Fines 5 
 That feekes to overthrew Religion, 
 
 Becaufe he is Protector of the Realme ; 
 And would have Armonr here out of the Tower, 
 To Crowne himfelfe King, and fuppreffe the Prince: 
 Gloft? I will’not anfwer thee with words, but blowes. |) 
 ; Here they skirmi[b againe. Pas 
 
 Mayor. Nought refts for me, ia this tumultuous firife, | 
 But to make open Proclamation. ; 
 Come Officer, aslowdase’rethoneanft,cry: 
 
 Al! manner of men, affembled here in Armes this day, 
 acainf? Gods Peace andthe Kings, we charge and command 
 you, ix his Highnelfe Name, to repayre to your feverall dwel- 
 ling places, and not to weare , handle, or u{é any Sword, Wea~ 
 pon, or Dagger hense-forward, upon paine of death. 
 _ Glos, Cardinall, Ie be no breaker of the Law : 
 But we fhall meet, and breake our minds at large. = 
 
 Winch, Gloster, we'll meetto thy deare colt be fure + ; 
 
 Thy heart-blood I will have for this dayes worke. 
 Mayor. lle call for Clubs, if you will not away : 
 
 This Cardinall is more haughty then the Devil. 
 Gloster. Major farewell: thou deo’tt but what thou | 
 
 may’lt, 
 winch. Abhominable Glofter, guard thy Head, 
 For I intend to have itere long. Exeant. } 
 
 Mayor. Sce the Coat clear‘d, and then we will depart. 
 Good God, thefe Nobles fhould fuch ftomacksbeare, |) 
 I my felfe fight not once in forty yeere. Exennt. 
 
 Enter the Mafter Gunner of Oricance, and 
 has B 
 
 3 oy. 
 M. Gan. Sirtha, thou know’tt how Orleance is befieg’d 
 And how the Englifh have the Suburbs wonne. ; 
 Boy. Father I know, and oft have fhot at them, 
 
 Mz Gun. But now thou thalt not. Be thou rul’d by me: 
 Cheife Mafter Gunner am I of this Towne, 
 Something I muft doe to procure me grace : 
 
 The Princes efpyals hayeinformed me : 
 
 How the Englith, in the Suburbs clofe entrencht, 
 
 Went througha fecret Grate of Iron Barres, 
 
 Inyonder Tower, toover-pecrethe City, 
 
 And thence difcover, how with moft advantage 
 
 They may vex us with Shot or with Affault, 
 
 To intercept this inconvenience, 
 
 A Peece of Ordnance “gaint it I have plac’d, kg 
 Mees 
 
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 And fully even thefe three dayes ave I watcht, 
 If I could feethem. Now Boy doe thou watch, 
 For I can {tay no longer. 
 if thon fpy’ft any, runne and bring mew ord, 
 And thou fhalt find me at the Governors. 
 
 Boy. Father, I warrant you, take youno care, 
 Ile never trouble you, ifI may {pye them. 
 
 Exit. 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Salisbury, and Talbot on the Tarvets , 
 with others. 
 Salis. Talbot, my life, my joys azaine return’d ? 
 How wert thou handled; being Prifoner ? 
 Or by whai meanes got’s thou tobe releas'd? 
 Difcourfe'l prethee on this Turrets top. 
 Tal, The Earle of Bedford had a Prifoner, 
 Call’'dthe brave Lord Penton de Santraile,, 
 For him was I exchang’d, and ranfom’d. 
 But with a bafer man of Armes by farré, _ 
 Once in contempt they would have barter’d.me : 
 Which I difdaining ,feorn’d, and craved death, 
 Rather then L would be fo pil'd efteem‘d ; 
 In fine, redeem’d I was asI defir’d. 
 But O, the trecherous Faktaffe wounds my heart, 
 Whom with my bare fifts 1 would execute, 
 If I now had him brought into my power. 
 Safi. Yer tell't thou_not, how. thou iwert, enter 
 tain’d. 
 Tail. W ich (coffes andjfcornes,and contumelioustaunts, 
 In open Market-place produc’t they me, ) 
 To be apublique fpectacleto all : 
 Heres faid they, isthe Terror of the French, 
 The Scar-Crow that affiights our Children to. 
 Then, broke 1 from the Onficers thatled me, 
 And with my nayles digg’d ttones out of the ground, 
 To hurle at the beholdsrs of my fhame. 
 My grifly countenance made others fiye, 
 None durft come necre, for feare of fuddaine death. 
 Indron Walls they deem’d me not fecure : 
 So great feare of my Name ’mongit them were f{pread, 
 That they fappos’d £ could rend Barres of fteele, 
 And {purne in pieces Potts of Adamant. 
 Wherefore a guard of chofen Shot J had; 
 That walkt abont me every Minute while : 
 Andif I did but ftirre out of my Bed, 
 Ready they were to fhoot me tothe heart. 
 Enter the Boy with a Linktocke. 
 Salis. 1gsieve to heare what torments you endur’d, 
 But we will bereveng’d furficiently. 
 Now itis Supper time in Orleance : 
 Here, through this Grate, I cancountevery one, 
 And view the Frenchmen how they fortife: 
 Let uslooke in, the fight will much delightthee : 
 Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir Wiliam Glan{dale, 
 Let me have your exprefle opinions, 
 Where is beft place to make our Batt’ry next ? 
 Gag Ithinke at the North Gate, for there ftand 
 Lords. 
 Glanf. AndUheere, atthe Bulwarke of the Bridge. 
 Tal. For ought | fee, this City muft be famifht, 
 Or with light Skirmithes enfeebled. 
 _ Here they fot, and Salisbury fais downe. 
 
 Salis. O Lord have mercy onus, wretched finners. 
 
 Garg. © Lord have mercy on me, wofull man. 
 
 Tale. What chance is this,that fuddenly hath croftus? 
 Speake Sadisbary; at leaft, if thou canft, fpeake : 
 
 T he fir Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 How far’ ftthou, Mirror of all Martiall men? oh 
 One of thy Eyes, and thy Cheekes fide ftrucke off? 
 Accurfed Tower, accurfed fatall Hand, es 
 That hath contriy’d this wofull Tragedy. obo 
 Inthirteene Battailes, Sa/sbur7 oo’ recame : 
 Henry the Fift he firft trayn’d to the Warres. 
 Whil'ft any Trumpe did{found, or Drum ftracke up, 
 His Sword did ne’re leaue f{triking in thefield-  . 9 
 Yet liv’ft thou Salébury ? though thy {peech doth fayle;” 
 One Eye thou haft to looke to Heaven for grace... | V7 
 The Sunne with one Eye vieweth allthe Worlds) > 
 Heaven be thou gracious to none.alive; NW Be 
 If Salisbury wants mercy atthy hands. . 
 Beare hence his Body, 1 willhelpe to bury its 
 Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any life? 
 Speake unto Ta/bor, nay; looke np tohim. »o08 4 
 Salisbury cheare thy Spirit withthis comfort: o0) J) 
 Thou fhalt not dye whilesm————= ss WD 
 He beckens with his hand,and {miles on més 
 As who fhould fay, When I amdead and gone, : ® 
 Remember to avenge me on the French. aes 
 Plantaginet | will, and Dera like will, 
 Play onthe Lute, beholding the Townes burne ¢ 
 Wretched fhall France be onely inmy Name.’ / 
 Here an Alarum, and st Thunders and Lightens. 
 
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 Whence commeth this Alarum, and thenoyfe? o/ 
 Enter a Melfenger. 1 aie 
 Meff. My Lord,my Lord, the French have gather’ 
 The Dolphin, with one JoanedePuxel joyn'd, «> (head. | 
 A holy Prophetefle, new rifen up, i007 Te 
 Iscome witha great Power, torayfe the Siege, > 
 Here Salsbury lifteth limfelfe np, and groamet. 
 Talb, Heare, heare, how dying Salsbury doth groat 
 It irkes his heart he casnot berevengds |) on © 
 Frenchmen, Ile bea Salsbury to'you. 
 Paxel or Pufel, Dolphin or Dog-ffh, aye 
 Your hearts Ue ftampe out with my Horfes heeles, 7) 
 And make a Qnagmire of your mingled braines, ” 
 Conyey me Sadisbury into his Tent, og 
 And then we'll try what thefe daftard Frenchmen dare. | 
 Alaram, Exennty | 
 
 Here an Alarum aguine, and Talbot pur[neth the Dolphia, 
 and driveth him: Then enter loane dePuxel, drin 
 
 - wing Enghibmenbefore her, Then enter, 
 
 Talbor, be mM a 
 
 Talb. Where is my {trength, my valour,and my force? | 
 Our Bnglifh’Troupes retyre, 1 cannot ftaythems «| 
 A Woman clad in Armour chafeththem. — . 
 
 Exter Puzel. 
 Here ,here fhe comes. Ile haveaboutwiththees - 
 Devill, or Devils Dam, Ile conjure thee : oe 
 Blood will I draw on thee, thon art a Witch. o> 
 -And ftraightway give thy Soule tohim thouferv'ft. © 
 Pxx Come, cone, tis onely'I that muft difgrace theee 
 Here they fight, Aah 
 Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer Hell fo to prevaile ? 
 My breft Ie burt wich {training of my courage, — 
 And from my fhoulders cracke my Armes afunder; 
 But I will chaftife this high-minded Strumpet. 
 They fight againe, beet 
 Pax. Talbot farewell, thy houre isnot yet come, 
 I mutt goe Victuall Orleance forwith; ant) ae 
 A (hort Alarum:: then enter theTowne . 
 _ with Sonldiers. 
 
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 eme ifthoucanft, {corne thy ftrength. * 
 Goe, goc, cheare up thy hongry-ftarved men, 
 Helpe Salisbury tomake his Teftament, 
 This Day is ours, as many more fhall be. Exit. 
 Talb, My thoughts are whirled like a Potters W hecle. 
 T know not where I am, nor what I doe: 
 _ A Witch by feare,not force, like Hannibal, 
 Drives backe our troupes, and conguersas the Lifts: 
 | So Bees with fmoake, and Doves with royfome ftench, 
 | Arefrom their Hyvesand Houfes driven away. 
 | They call’d us, for our fierceneffe, Englifh Dogges, 
 | 4 Nowlikethe Whelpes, wecrying runne away: 
 ae & A (hort Alarum. 
 Hearke Countreymen , eyther renew the fight, 
 Or teare the Lyons out of Englands Coat ; 
 | Renounce your Soyle,give Sheepe.in Lyons ftead: 
 ‘Sheepe run not halfe {0 trecherousfrom the Wolfe, 
 t Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard, 
 s you flye from your oft-fubdued flaves. 
 : Alarum. Here another Skérmifhs 
 it will not be, retyre into your Trenches: 
 You all confented unto Salisburies death, . 
 Fornone would ftrike a ftroake in his revenges’ ° 
 _ | Puxelis entred into Orleance, ; 
 | An fpight of us, or ought that we could doe. 
 | Owould I wereto dye with Salisbury, 
 The fhame hercof, will make me hide my head. : 
 : ; Exit Talbot. 
 
 | O're:tak 
 
 _ Alarum, Retreat, Flouriths 
 
 - Evite on the Walls; Puxel, Diiphin, Reigneir, 
 eAlanfon,and Sowldsers. 
 
 Puzel. Aduance our waving Colours onthe Walls, 
 __ | Refcu’d is Orleance from the Englith wolves: 
 | | ThusZoane de Puzel hath perform’d her word: ; 
 | Dolph. Divineft Creature, bright 4ffrea’s Daughter, 
 How hall! honour thee for this fucce(fe ? 
 hy promifesare like e#domis Garden, 
 Thatone day blcom’d,and fruicfull were the nexté 
 France, triumph in thy glorious Propheteffe; 
 Recover’dis the Towne ef Orleance, 
 More bleffed hap did ne’re befail our State. 
 Keigneir. W hy ring not out thé Bells alowd, 
 Throughout the Towone ? 
 | Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonefires, 
 | And feaft and banquet in the open ftreets, 
 j@ | Tocelebrarethe joy that God hath given us, ; 
 | eAlanf, All France willbe repleat with mirth and joy; 
 _ | Whenthey fhall heare how we have play’d the men. 
 Dolph. *Tis Joane not we, by whom the day is wonnes 
 For which, I will devide my Crowne with her, 
 And all the Priefisand Fryers ir. my Realme; 
 Shall in proceffion fing her endlefle prayfe. 
 A ftatelyer Pyramis to her He reare, 
 _ | Then Rhodope’s or Ademphis ever was. 
 }  { Inmemoric of her wen the is dead, 
 | Her Afbes, aan more precions 
 
 | Thentherich-fewel’d Coffer of Darin, 
 | Tranfported, thalibeat high Feftivals 
 Before the Kings and Queenes of France. 
 | Nolonger on Saint Dennis will we cry, 
 But Joane de Puzel fhall be France’s Saint, 
 
 Come in, and let us Banquet Royally, 
 After this Golden Day of ViGorie. ; 
 ; Flourifh. Exeunt, 
 
 Theft Part of Henry the Sixt: 
 
 —— —— 
 
 Atlus Secundus.ScenaPrima. 
 
 were 
 
 Enter a Sergeant of a Band,with two Sentinels. 
 
 Ser. Sirs,take your placesand be vigilant : 
 If any noyfe or Souldier you perceive 
 Neere to the walles, by fome apparant figne 
 Let us have knowledge atthe Court of Guard, 
 
 Sent. Sergeant you fhall.. Thusare poore Servitors 
 { Wheu others {lecpe upon their quiet beds) 
 Conftrain’d to watch indarkeneffe, raine, and cold. 
 
 Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with /caling 
 Ladders: Their Drussmes beating a 
 Dead March. 
 
 Tal. Lord Regent,andredoubted Burgandy, 
 By whofe approach, the Regions of Artoys, 
 Walton, and Picardy, are friends to us: 
 
 This happy night, the Frenchmenare fecure, 
 Having allday carows’d and banquetted, 
 Embrace we then this opportunitic, 
 As fitting beft toquittance their deceite; 
 Contriv’d by Art, and balefilll Sorcerie, 
 Bed. Coward of France,how much he wrongs his fame, 
 Defpairing ofhis owne armes fortitude, 
 To joyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell. 
 Bur. Traitors havenever other company. 
 But what’s that Pazed whom they tearme fo pure? 
 Tal. A Maid, they fay. 
 Bed. A Maid? And be{o martiall ? 
 Bar. Pray God the prove not mafculine ere long : 
 If underneath the Standard of the French 
 She carry Armor, as fhe hath begun. 
 Tal. Well,letthem practife and converfe with fpirits. 
 God is our Fortreffe,in whofe conqveting name 
 Let us refolve to {cale their flinty:balwarkes.. 
 Bed, Afcend brave Talbor, we will follow thee. 
 Tal. Notaltogether : Better farce I guefle, 
 That we do make our entrance feverall wayes: 
 That if it chance the one of us dofaile, 
 The other yet may rife again{t their force. 
 
 Bed, Agreed ; Ileto yond corner. . 
 
 Bur, And Ito this.. ; a. Feige. ‘ 
 
 Tat, And heere will Ta/et mount, or make his graye, 
 Now Salsbury for thee and tor the CUBR? «3 0:3f3 
 Of Englifh Henry, fhall this night appeare 
 How much induty,I ambound toboth, _ 
 
 Sent. Armeé,arme, the enemy doth make aflault. 
 
 Cry, 8. George. A Talbert. 
 
 The French leape ore the wallesin their (birts, Enter 
 Sever allwayes, Baftard, Alanfon, Reiguier, 
 halfe veady , and balfe unready, 
 
 Alan. How now my Lords ? whatallunreadie fo? 
 
 Baft, Voready 2} and glad we fcap’d fo well. 
 Reig. "Twastime ( Itrow) to wake and leave our beds, | 
 Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores; Dies 
 Alan. Ofall exploits fince firft I follow’d Armes, 
 Ne’re heard Lofa walike enterprize 
 Ne More 
 
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 More venturous, or defperate then this. 
 Bast. \hinke this Ta/bot bea Fiend of Hell. 
 Reig. 1fnot of Hell, the Heavens {ure favour him. 
 Alanf, Here commeth Charles, Imarvell how ke {ped? 
 
 Enter (harles ana lone. 
 Bait. Tut, holy /oane was hisdefenfiue Guard. 
 
 (hart. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame ? 
 Didét thou at firft, to fatter us withall, 
 Make us partakers ofa little gayne, 
 That now our loffe might be ten times fo much? 
 
 Loane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? 
 Atall times will you have my power alike? 
 Sleeping or wakingsmuft I {till prevailes 
 Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? 
 Improvident Souldiers, had your watch beene good, 
 This fodaine mifchiefe never could have falne. 
 
 Charl. Duke of Alanfon, this was your default, 
 That being Captaine of the Watch to Night, 
 Did looke nobetter to that weightic, Charge. 
 
 eAlanf. Had all our Quarters beent as fately kept, 
 Asthat whereof | had the government, 
 We had not beene thus fhamefully furpriz'd. 
 
 Baft. Mine was fecure- 
 
 Reig. And fo was minc, my Lord. 
 
 Charl. And for my felfe, moft part of all this Night 
 Within her Quarter, and mine owne F reciné, 
 I wasimploy’d ia pafling to and fro, 
 About relieving of the Ceutinels. 
 Then how, or which way, fhould they firft breake in? 
 
 Jeane. Queftion (my Lords) no further of the cafe, 
 How or which way; *tis fure they found fome place, 
 But weakely guarded, where the breach was made: 
 And now there reftsno other fhift but this, 
 To gather our Souldiors, fcatter'd and dilperc’t, 
 And lay new P lat-formes to endammage them. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 eAlarum. Exter a Souldier crying, a Talbot,a Talbot: 
 "ghey flyesleaving their Cloathes behind. — 
 
 Sould. Uebefo bold to take what they have left: 
 The Cry of Talbot ferves me fora Sword, 
 For I have loaden me with many Spoyles, 
 Vfing no other Weapon but his Name. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundie. 
 
 Bedf. The day begins to breake; arid Night is fled, 
 Whofe pitchy Mantle over-vayl'd the Barth. . 
 Here found Retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit, Retreat. 
 
 Tails. Bring forth the Body of old Salsbury, 
 
 And here advance it in the Market-P lace, 
 The middle Center of this curfed Towne. 
 Now have Ipay’dmy Vow unto his Soule , 
 For every drop of blood was drawne from him, 
 There hath at leaft five Frenchmen dyedto night. 
 And that hereafter Ages may behold 
 
 - What ruine happened in revenge of him, 
 Within their chiefeft Temple lle erect 
 A Tombe, wherein his Corps fhallbe interr’d s 
 Vponthe which, that every one may readey | 
 Shall be engrav’d the facke of Orlearice, 
 The trecherous manner of his mournefull death, 
 Aad whata terror hehad beenetoFrance, 
 But Lords, inall our blondy Maffacre, 
 Jmufe wemetnot with the Dolphins Grace, 
 
 T he firft Part of Henry thes ixte 
 
 His new-come Champion, vertuons Joaneof Acre, = | 
 
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 Nor any of his falfe Confederates 
 
 Bedf. *Tis thought Lord Talbot, when the fight ef P 4 
 
 Rows’d on the fodaine from their drowfie Beds, 
 They did amongft the troupes of armed men, 
 Leape o’rethe Walls for refuge in the field. 
 
 Burg. My felfe, as farreas I could well difcerne, 
 For fmoake, and duskie vapors of the night, 
 Am fure 1 {car’d the Dolphin and his Troll, 
 When Arme in Arme they both came fwiftly running, 
 Like to apaire of loving Turtle-Doves, . 
 That could not live afunder day or night, 
 Afcer that thingsarefet in order here, 
 Wee'le follow them with all the power we have. 
 
 Entera Meffenger. 
 
 (Meff-All hayle,my Lords:which of his Princely trayne Hi 
 
 Call ye the Warlike Talbot; for his Acts 
 
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 So,much applauded through the Realme of France? | os 
 
 CMeff. The vertuous Lady, Countefle of Auergne; — 
 With modeftie admiring thy Renowne, oF 
 
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 Talb. Here isthe Talbot, who would {peake with him? | im 
 
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 By me entreats (great Lord) thou would'ft vouchfafe | 
 
 To vifit her poore Caftle where the lyes, 
 
 T hat the may beaft fhe hath beheld the man, 
 
 Whofe glory fills the World with lowd report. — 
 Barg. Isiteven fo? Nay, then 1 fee our Warres 
 
 Willturne untoa peacefull Comick fport, 
 
 When Ladyescrave to be encountred with. 
 
 You may not (my Lord) defpife her gentle fuit. 
 
 Talb. Neve truft me then: for whena World of men ) 
 
 Could not prevayle with all their Oratorie, 
 Yet hath a Womans kirdneffe over-rul’d: 
 And therefore tell her,I returne greatthankes; 
 And in fabmiffion will attend on her. sets 
 Will not your Honours beare me company ? cs 
 Bedf. No, truly ,’tis more then manners will: fh 
 And I have heard it fayd, Vnbidden Guefts a 
 Are often welcommeft when they are gone. tS om | 
 Tath. Wellthen, alone (fince there's no remedie) 
 Imeane to prove this Ladyes courtefie. t 
 Come hither Captaine, youperceivemy minde. 
 whispers — 
 
 Capt. Idoe my Lord and meane accordingly 
 
 Exennt 
 Enter Countelfe. 
 Count. Portersremember what I gavein charge, — 
 And when you have done fo, bring the Keyesto me, 
 Port. Madame, I will. Exit. 
 (Coun. The Plotis layd, if all things fall outright, 
 _I fhallas famous be by this exploit, en 
 As Scythian Tomyres by Cyrus death. 
 Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight, 
 And his atchievements of no leffe account : 
 Faine would mine eyes be witneffe with mine cares, 
 
 To give their cenfureof thefe rare reports. 
 
 Enter Meffenger and Talbot. 
 
 Me, Madamesaccordingas your Ladyfhip defi'dy | 
 
 By meffage crav'd, fois Lord Talbot come. «5 
 (Count. And heis welcome: what?is this the man? 
 Neff. Madame;itis. 3H oe 
 Cont, Is thisthe Scourge of France? 
 
 Is this the Ta/ber, fomuch fear’d abroad ?’ 
 
 I fee Report is fabulous and falfe. 
 
 | That with his Name the Mothers {till their Babes? | | 
 
Thief if Part of Pleney rhe Sixth’ oe 
 
 -Tthought } fhould have feene fome Hercules, But onely with our patience, thantveméayiny svlee 
 
  Afecond Hettor, for his grim afpect, od-goils? Tafte of your Wine, and fee what Catemyou rier l 
 
 And large propoxtion:of bis {trong knit Limbese For Souldiers ftomackes alwayesferve fhemmwelbrs ) » 
 Alas, this is a Child, a filly Dwarfe ?: 12 Court. W ith all my heart, and chinke me bonarédy¢ 
 
 | It cannot be, this:weake and writhled fhrimpe ” |) To feaft fo greata Warrior in myihoutes. i o19 HE venit. 
 | Should ftrike fuch terror to his Enemies. oryt sri Dos otirke woy avb Jed2 
 | Talb. Madame} Uhave.beene bold to trouble you t _\Euter Richard Plantagenet | Wurwicks Somerfet oc 
 bl But fince your Ladyfhip:is not at leyfure, Poole, and others. oo! vorli aleq 109 
 Ile fort fore other timetoivifit you. »»bii woo diay oT 
 a Count. Whatmeaneshe now ? Yorke. Great Lords and Gentlemen, *s\) ol 8 
 4) |, Goeaske him, whither hegoes ? What meanes this filekce?! : un Jud ores aso aiTS 
 Meff. Stay my Lord Tadbor, for my Lady craves, Dare no man anfwerein a Cafeof,FmakPoing ro! ula 
 
 To kngw the caufeof yourabruptdeparture? Saf. Within the-Temple Hall wewere toolowd)r:A 
 
 Talb. Marry, for-+that fhee’s ina wrong beleefe; The Gafden here ismoreiconvetient. soc dish aget 
 _Tgoetocertifie her Zalbor's here. at Tork, Then fay atence} if maintain’dthe tithes? 
 Enter Porter with Keyes: . Ox elie was wrangling Somerfer in thterroma: .1 350 
 
 (o#nt. Vf thou be heythenare thou Prifoner. Swf. Faith I have beenea Truanvinthe Law} oii VV 
 
 Fale, Prifoner? towhom? - Andnéver yet could frame my wili-rotit), 91! l/s’ ort 
 
 | Count. Tome, blood-thirftie Lord : And therefore frame the Law uatomy willen: {lef dT 
 | And for that caufe Ltraii’dthee to my Houfe, Som. Iudge you, my Lord: of Warwickeljsthem bet 
 Long timethy fhidow.hathbeen thrall to me, tweeneuss © eniid ywol] syadt 
 | Forinmy Gallery thy pictare hangs : War Betweentwo Hawks,which flyés the higherpitchj 
 _ Butnow thefubftancethall endure thelike, Betweene two Dogs; which hath the deeper:mauth,:. 
 And I will chaynerhefe Leggesand Armes of thine; etweene two Blades, which beates\the berter‘temper, 
 That hait by tyrannie thefe many yeeres ‘ | Betweenetwo Horfes, which doth beare him befi, 7 
 Watted our Countrey; flaine our Citizens, Betweene: two Girles; which hath the: merrieft eye. 
 Aad {enrour Sonnes and Husbands captivates 1 haveperhaps fome fhallow {pirit of judgement z= 
 Tald. Ha, ha, ha.» : But inthefe nice fharpe Quillets of the Law 5) 
 Count. Laugheltthou Wretch ?:. Good faith I anno wiferthen a Daw 
 Thy mirth {hall turne to moane. Yorke, Tut,tut; here isamannerly forbearance: 
 Talb. 1 laugh to fee your Ladifhipfo fond, 9» The truth appeares fonaked on'my fide, 
 | Tothinke, chat you have ought but Talbots (hadow, That any purblind eye may: find it onts } 1: 
 | Whereonto practife your feverity.. Son. And on my fideitis fowellapparrell’d,! 
 Conat, W hy?.art notthou the man? So cleare, fo Shining, and {0 evident,* » tuba 
 Talb, Lamindecde.-'s ; > | That iowill glimmer through ablind-mans eyes <0’. 
 Ceant. Then have I fubRance too. » aiciatt Yorke. Since yoware tongue-ty’djand foloth to fpeake; | 
 Talo. No,no,l am bat fhadow of my. felfe: In dutabe fignificants proclayme yourthoughts; 
 | You are decciv’d, my fubftance is not here ; SRY Let him thavis a true-borne Gentleman, 
 | For what you fee;is but the {malleft parr, . And ftandsuponthe honor of bisbirth, 
 _ | Anddeaftproportion of Humanitie : : If he fuppofe that I have pleaded truth, 
 Itell you Madame, were the whole Frame here From offthis Bryer plucke a white Rofe with me; 
 It is of fuchafpacious loftie pitch, . Som. Let him that isno Coward, nor no flatreger, 
 Your Roofe were not furicient to contayn’t.. But dare maintainethe party of chetruth, = )4 te 
 Count. This is a Riddling Merchanc for the nonce, Pluck a red Rofefrom off this Thorne with mes 
 He will be here, and yetche 1s not here: war. Iloveno Colours :and without all colour 
 How cau thefe:contfarictics agree ? : Of bafe iofinuating flatterie, 
 | Zatb. That will I fhewyou prefently. I pluck this white Refe with Plantagenet. — * 
 Winds his Horne, Drnmmes Strike up, a Peale Swf. Iplucke this red Rofe, with young Somer/er, 
 of Oxdenance : Enter Souldiers. : And fay withall, I thinke he held the right. 
 How fay you Madame? are you now perfivaded, Vernon.Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more 
 That Talbot is but fhadow of himfelfe? Till you conclude, that he upon whofe fide ; 
 } Thefe are his fubftance, finewes, armes sand ftrength, The fewelt Rofes are croptfrom the tree, 
 _ | With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes, Shall yeeld the other in the right cpinion. 
 Razeth your Cities, andfubverts your Townes, Som. Good Matter Vernon, it is well objected : 
 Andina moment makes them defolate. If I have fewelt, I fub{cribe in filence. 
 (ount. Victorious Talbot, pardon tny abufe, Yorke. And I. 
 ‘Tifinde thou art noleffe then Fame hath bruited, Vernon. Thenforthe truth, and plaineneffe of the Cafe, 
 And more then may be gathered by thy fhape.. Iplucke this paleand Majden Bloffome here, 
 Let my prefumption not provoke thy wrath, Giving my Verdict on the white Rofe fide. 
 For I am forry ,that withreverence Som.Prick notyour finger as you plucke it off, 
 Ididnorentertaine thee as thouart. Leaft bleeding, you doe paint the white Rofe red, 
 Talb. Be not difmay’d, faire Lady, nor mifconfter » And fall on my fide fo againft your will. 
 Theminde of Tz/bot, as you did miftake Vernon. If 1, my Lord, for my opinion bleed, 
 The outward compofition of his body. Bn Opinion hall be Surgeonto my hurt, $i 
 Bes: iat you haye done, hath not offended me : And keepe me onthe fide whereftilllam. ==. } 
 i | Nor other fatisfaction doe I crave, r% _ Som. Well, well,come on, whofe? 2. 2 
 
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 Bd, . . m 3 Lawyer. Vin- 
 
104! 
 
 Lawier, Valeffe my Studic and my Bookes be falfe, 
 _Theargumentyowheld, was wrong in you 5 
 In figne whereof, I plucke a white Rofe too. 
 
 Torkes Now Somer/et, where is your argument? 
 
 Som. ‘Here in my Scabbard, meditating, that 
 Shall dye your white Rofe ina bloody red. 
 
 Tork, Meane tinie your cheeks do-counterfeit our Rofes: 
 For pale they looke with feare,as witnefling 
 The truth on our fide. 
 
 Som, No Plantagenet: 
 
 Tis not for feare, but anger, thatthy cheekes 
 Bluth for purefhamé, to counterfeit our Rofes, 
 And yetthyetongue-will not confefle thy error. 
 ~ Yorke. Hathnot thy Rofe.aCanker, Somerfet ? 
 
 Som) Hath not thy Rofe a Thorne, Plantagencs ? 
 
 Yorke. 1, fharpe aud piercing to:maintaine his truth, 
 Whiles thy confuming Canker cates his falfchood. 
 
 Som. Well,lle find friends to weare my bleeding Rofes, 
 That fhall maintaine what I have faid istrue, 
 
 Where falfe P/antagenet dare not be feene. 
 Torks. Now by this Maiden Bloffome in'my hand, 
 I fcorne thee aiid thy fafhion, peevifh Boy. 
 Snuff: Tarne not thy {comes this way Plantagencten, 
 Jae Prowd: Peale, Iwill, and {corne both himand 
 thee. isd maid 
 
 Suff Ue tiarnie my part thereof into thy throat. 
 
 Som. Away, away, good William dela Poole, 
 We grace the Yeoman, by converfing with him. 
 
 warw. Now by Gods willthou wrong’ ft him,Samerfet: 
 His Grandfather was Zyone/ Duke of Clarence, 
 Third Sonne tothe third &dward King of England: 
 Spring Creftleffe Yeomen from fo deepea Root? - 
 
 Yorke. He beares him onthe place’s Priviledges. 
 
 Or durft not for his craven heart fay thus. 
 
 Som. By him that made me, He maintaine my words 
 On any plot of Ground in Chriltendome. 
 Wasnot thy Father, Richard, Earle of Cambridge; 
 
 For Treafon executed in our late Kings dayes? 
 
 And by his Treafon, ftand’ft not thon attainted, 
 Corrupted and exempt from ancient Gentry? 
 Histrefpaffe yet lives guiltiein thy blood, 
 
 And till thou be reftor’d, thou art a Yeoman 
 
 Yorke. My Father was attached, not attainted, 
 
 Condemn’d to dye for Treafon, but no Traytor ; 
 And that Ile prove on better men then Somerfet,, 
 Were growingtime once ripened tomy wille 
 
 For your partaker Poole, and you your felfe, 
 Ile note you.in my Booke of Memorie, 
 
 To {courge you forthis apprehenfion : 
 
 Looke to it well, and fay you are well warn’d. 
 
 Som. Ah, thou fhalt fade us ready for thee ftill: 
 
 4 And know us by thefe Colours for thy Foes, 
 For thefe, my friends in {pight of thee thall weare. 
 
 Yorke. And by my Soule, this pale andangry Rofe, 
 
 “As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, 
 Will I for ever, and my faction weare, 
 Vntillic wither with me tomy Grave, ; 
 Or flourith to the height of my Degree- 
 
 Suff. Goe forward,and be choak'd with thy ambition: 
 
 And fo farewell untill I meete thee next.. Exit. 
 _ Som. Have with thee Poole : Farewell ambitious Ré- 
 chard. Exit. 
 
 _ Yorke. How Lam brav’d and muft perforce endare 
 
 It? 
 : Werw. This blot that they obje& againft your houfe, 
 | Shall be wip’t out in the next P arliaments . 
 
 The frft Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Cali’d for the Truce of Winchefter and Gloncester : 
 And if thou benot then created Yorke, 
 
 I will not live to be accounted Warwicke. 
 Meane time, in fignall of my love to thee, 
 Againtt proud Somerfet, and William Poole, 
 
 Will I upon thy partie weare this Rofe. 
 
 And here I prophecie : this brawle today, 
 Growne to this fa@tion in the Temple Garden, 
 
 Shall fend betweenethe Red-Rofeand the White, 
 A thoufand Soules to Deathand deadly Nights 
 Yorke. Good Mafter Vernon, 1am bound to you, 
 
 That you.on my behalfe would pluckea Flower. 
 Fer. Inyour behalfe {till will Iweare the fame. 
 Lawyer. And fowill 1. 
 
 Yorke. Thankes gentle Sir. 
 Come, let us foure to Dinner : Idare fay, 
 This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day. ° 
 3 Exewits 
 
 Enter Mortimer, brongle ina ( hayre, 
 and laylors. 
 (Mort. Kind Keepers of my weske decaying Age, 
 Let dying A4ortimer here reft himfelfe. 
 Even like a man new haled from the Wrack, 
 So fare my Limbes with long Imprifonment : 
 
 And thefe gray Lockes,the Purfisiuants of deaths - 
 
 Neffor-like aged, inan Age of Care, <a ttt 
 
 Arguethe end of Edmund Wortsmer. 
 
 Thefe Eyes, like Lampes, whofe wafting Oyleis fpent, | 
 
 Waxe dimme, as drawing, to their Exigent. 
 
 CS SS OSS SS cre 
 
 Weake Shoulders, over-borne with burthening Griefe, | # 
 
 And pyth-leffe Armes, like to a withered Vine, 
 That droupes his fappe-leffe Branches to the grounds 
 
 Yetare thefe Feet, whofe ftrength-lefle ftay isnumme, } q 
 
 (Vnable to fupport this Lumpe of Clay) 
 Swift-winged with defire to get a Grave, 
 As witting { no other comfore have. 
 
 But tell me Keeper, will my Nephew come ? 
 
 Keeper. Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, willcomes _ 
 We fent unto the Temple, his Chamber, ; 
 And anfwer was returi’d, that hewillcome: 
 
 Mort. Enough : my foule then fhall be fatisfieds 
 Poore Gentleman, his wrong doth equall mine, 
 Since Hem te Adonmouth firft began to reign, 
 
 Before whofe Glory Iwas great in Armes, 
 
 This loathfome fequeftration have had ; 
 
 And even fince then, hath Richard beene obfcur'd, — 
 Depriv’d of Honour aud Inheritance. 
 
 But now, the Arbitrator of Defpaires, 
 
 luft death, kinde ‘V mpire of mens miferies, 
 
 With {weet enlargement doth difmiffe me hence + 
 
 I would histroubleslikewife were expir’d, 
 
 That fo he might recover what was loft, 
 
 Enter Richard 
 
 Keeper. My Lord,your loving Nephew now is comes | 
 
 ‘Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, ishe come? 
 Rich. 1, Noble Vuckle, thus ignobly us’d, 
 Your Nephew, late defpifed Richard, comes 
 
 Mort. Direét mine Armes,I may embraechis Neckes = | 
 
 And in his Bofome {pend my latter gafpe. 
 
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 Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes, | 
 
 ThatI may kindly give one fainting Kiffe, 
 And now declare {weet Stem from Yorkes 
 
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| Rich. Firft,leanéthine aged Back againft mine Arme, 
 And in thateafe, Ile rellthee my Difeate. 
 This day in argument upon a Cafe, 
 Some words there grew *twixt Somerfét and me: | 
 Amongtft which tearmes, heus’d his lavifh tongue, 
 And did upbrayd me with my Fathers death ; 
 Which obloguie fet barres before my tongue, 
 Elfe withthe like I had requited him. 
 Therefore good Vackle, for my Fathers fake, 
 Inhonour of atrue Plaxtagence, 
 And for Alliance fake, declare the caufe 
 | My Father, Earle of Cambridge, loft his Head. 
 | Mort. That canfe (faire Nephew) that imprifon’d me, 
 And hath detayn’d me‘all my flowring Youth, 
 | Within a loathfome Dungeon, there to pyne, 
 Was curfed inftrument of his deceafes — 
 Rich, Difcover moreat large what caufe that was, 
 For I am ignorant, and cannot guefle. 
 Mort. \ will,ifthat my fading breath permit, 
 » And death approach not, ere my Talebe done. * 
 _ Henry the Fourth,Grandfather to this King; 
 Depos'd his Nephew Richard, F dwards Sonne; 
 The firft begotten,.and the lawfull Heire. 
 | Of Edward King, third of that Defcent: 
 | During whofe Reigne, the Percies of the North, 
 Finding his Vfurpation mof unjuft, 
 _Endevor’d my aduancement to the Throne. 
 | The reafon mov’d thefe Warlike Lords to this, 
 Was, for that (young King’ Richard thas remov d, 
 Leaving no Heire begotten of his Body ) 
 { was the next by Birth and Parentage : 
 For by my Mother I derived am 
 From Lione? Duke of Clarence, the third Sonne 
 _ToKing Edward the Third ; whereas hee, 
 From /obn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree, 
 Being but the fourth of that Heroick Lyne. 
 But marke : as in this hanghtie great attempt, 
 They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire, 
 | Lloft my Libertie, and they their Lives, 
 Long after this, when Heary the Fift 
 (Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke )did reigne ; 
 ' Thy Father, Earle of Cambridge, then deriv'd 
 From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of Yorke, 
 | Marrying my Sifter, that thy Mother was 
 Againe, 1m pitty of my harddifireffe, 
 _| Leviedan Army, weening to redeeme, 
 And have inftail’d me inthe Diademe : 
 Butas the reit, fo fell that Noble Earle, 
 And was beheaded. Thus the AZortimers, 
 In whom the Title refted, were fuppreft. 
 Rich, Of which, my Lord, your Honor is the laft. 
 (Mort. True; and thou féeeft, that I no Tue have, 
 And that my fainting words doe warrant death : 
 ‘Thou art my Heire; the reft, 1 with thee gather : 
 But yet be wary in thy ftudious care. 
 Rich. Thy grave admonifhments prevailé with me 
 But yet me thinkes, my Fathers execution i 
 | Was nothing leffethen bloody Tyranny. SCHOS 
 | Mort. Withiilence, Nephew, be thou pollitick)* \ 
 Strong fixed is the Honfe of LancaSter, 
 _Andlike a Mountaine, not tobe remov’d.’ 
 Butnow thy Vnckle is removing hence,’ 
 As Princes doe their Courts, when they are cloy’d 
 With long continuance inafetled plage! © 9 
 Rich. O Vnckle, would fome part of my young ‘yeeres 
 Might but redeeme the paflage of your Age. 
 
 The firft Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 105 
 
 (Mort. Thou do ft then wrong me;asy flaughterer doth, 
 Which giveth many Wounds, when one will kill. 
 Mourne not, except thou forrow for my good, 
 
 Onely give order for my Funerall. © 
 And fo farewell; and faire be all thy hopes; at 
 And profperous be thy Lifein Peaceand Warre. Dyes, 
 Rich, And peace, no Warre, befall thy parting Soule. 
 In prifon haft thou {pent a Pulgrimage, : 
 And likea Hermite over-paft thy dayes: 
 Weil, I willlocke his Counfell in my Breft, 
 And what | doe imagine, let that reft. 
 Keepers convey hitn hence,and I my felfe 
 Will fee his Buriall better then his Life. 
 Here dyesthe duskie Torch of A4ortimer, 
 Choakt with Ambition of the meaner fort. 
 And for thofe Wrongs, thofe bitter injuries, 
 Which Somerfét hath offer’d to my Honfe, 
 I doubt not, but with honor to redreffe, 
 And therefore hafte I to the Parliament, ' 
 Eyther tobe reftored to my Blood, taht ow 
 Or make my will th’ advantage of my good." 0" im€xir. 
 
 ff Atlus Tertius. Sceena‘Prima.* 
 
 Flonrith. Enter King, Exeter Gloster, Winthefter Warwick 
 Somerfet, Suffolke Richard P lantagentt. Glofter offers * 
 to put up a Bill : Winchefter [natthes it, teares it. 
 Winch. Com’ft thou with deepe premeditated Lines ? 
 With writtet Pamphlets, ftudionfly devis’d? © 
 Humfrey of Glofter, if thou cantt accufe, 
 Or ought intend’ft co lay unto my charge, 
 Doe it without invention, fuddenly, ee 
 As I with fudden, and extemporall{peech, © 7 
 Purpofe to anfwer what thou canit obje@. 1h 
 Glo.Pre{umptuous Prieft,this place comands my patiécé, 
 Or thou fho uld’ft findethou haft dis-honor’d me. . 
 Thinké not, althouphin Writiog Ipreferr’d °°" 
 The manner of thy vile ontragious Crimes, 
 That therefore I have fore’d, or am not able 
 Verbatim to rchearfe the Methode of my Penne. ~ 
 Noprelate, fuch is thy audacious wickednefle, 
 Thy lewd, peftiferous and diffentious pranks, 
 As very infants prattle of thy pride. 
 Thou arta moft pernitious Viurer, 
 Froward by nature, Enemy to peace, 
 Lafcivious, wanton, more then well befeemes * 
 Aman of thy profeffion, and Degrees’ — 
 And for thy Trecherie, what’s more manifeft ? 
 In that thou layd’{ta Trap to take my Life, 
 As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower; 
 Befide, I feareme, if thy thoughts were fifted, 
 The King, thy foveraigne, is notquite exempt 
 From envious mallice of thy {welling heatt. © ©" 
 Winch.Glofter, (doe defiethee. Lords youchfake 
 To give me hearing what I fhall reply. eo 
 If 1 were covetous, ambitious or perverfe, 
 Ashe will haveme: howamIfopooreP 
 Or how hapsit, [feekenot toadvancg 7° 
 Or rayfe my felfe >but keepe my wonted Calling. ° 
 And for Diffention, who preferreth Peace * 
 More therrI doe? except'T be provok’d. ° 
 No, my good Lords, itisnot that offends, 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 ‘| Icis not that, that hath incens’d the Dake: 
 
 Tt is becaife no one fhould fway buthe, _ 
 
 No one, but he, fhould be about the King 5 — 
 
 And that engenders Thunder in his breft, “9° °° 
 Sa Seen |e Eee ihn aS IG 
 
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 And makes himrore thefe Accufations forth. 
 But he fhall know } amas good-—— 
 Glos. Asgood? 
 Thou Baftard of my Grandfather. 
 Winch. 1, Lordly Sir : for what are you, I prays 
 But ‘One imperiousin anothers Throne ? — 
 Gilet Am I not Protector, fawcie F rieft ? 
 winch. Aod am nota Prelate of the Church? 
 Glo. Yes, asan Out-law ina Caftle keepess 
 And ufeth it, to patronage his Thefts 
 Winch. Voreverent Glace ster. 
 Glost. Thou art reverent, uy 
 Touching thy Spiritnall Function, not thy Lifes 
 Winch, Rome thallremedie this. 
 Warw. Roame thither then. 
 My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare. 
 Som, 1, {ee the Bithop be not over-borne: 
 Methinkes my Lord fhould be Religious, 
 And know the Office that belongs to fuch. 
 ware. Me thinkes his Lordfhip fhould te humbles 
 It fitteth not 4 Prelate foto plead. 
 Som. Yes, when his holy State is toucht fo neere. 
 Warw., State holy, ot unballow'd, what of that? 
 Isnot his Gtace Protector to the King ? 
 » Rich, Plantagenet I {ee mutt hold bis tongue, 
 } Leaft inbe{aid; Speake Sirrha, when you faould : 
 
 Mult your bold VerdiG enter talke with Lords? 
 Elfe.would I havea fling at Winchester. 
 King. Viwckles of Gloster, and of Winchester, 
 The fpeciall Watch-men of our Englifh Weale, , 
 | Twould prevayle, ifPrayers might prevayle, 
 | To joyne your hearts in loveand amitie- 
 - Oh, what aScandallis it to our Crowne, 
 \ That two fuch Noble Peeresas ye fhould iarre ? 
 ‘ Beleeve me, Lords, my tender yeeres-can tell, 
 Civill diflention is a viperous Worme, 
 . That gnawesthe Bowels of the Common-wealth. 
 eA noyfe within. Downe with the’ 
 : _ Tawny-Coatss 
 King, What tumult’s this? 
 warw. An Vprore, I dare warrant, 
 Begun through malice ofthe Bifhops men. 
 A noyfe againe, Stones, Stones. 
 
 Enter Mayor. 
 
 ‘Mayor. Oh my good Lords, and vertuous Henry, 
 Pitty the Cittie of London, pitty us 
 The Bifhop; and the Duke of Glofters men; 
 Forbidden late to carry any Weapon, 
 Have fili'd their Pockets full of peeble ftones; 
 And banding themfelves in contrary parts, 
 Doe pelt fo faft at one anothers Pate, 
 That many havetheir giddy braynes knockt out = 
 Our Windowesare broke downe inevery Street, 
 And we, for feare, compell’d to fhut our Shops... 
 
 Enter in skirmif-with bloody Pates. 
 King. We charge you, onallegeance to our felves., 
 | To hold your flaughtring hands,and keepe the Peace : 
 - Pray’ Viickle G/affer mitigate this ftrife. - 
 
 1. Serving. Nay,if webe forbidden Stones » wee'le fall 
 
 to it: with our Teetite.--35crinp ph 10.) bone yi. 
 2,Serving. Doewhat ye dare, wearc as refolute: 
 ; skirmilh Ag Aine a 
 
 Glost. You.ok Pa houfehold, leave this peevith broyle, 
 And fet this urtaecuftom’d fight afide..: silted bod 
 
 The firft Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
 3. Sern. My Lord, we know your Grace tobe aman ; i \ 
 
 Tuft, and upright ; and for your Royall Birth, nm 
 
 Inferior to none, but to his Majeftie : ee op 
 
 Andere that we will fuffer fuch a Prinee, 
 Sokinde a Father of the Common-weale, renorii¢ 
 To be difgraced by an Inke-horne Mate, t bib bi 
 Wee and our Wives and Children all will fight;,, 1° 
 And have our bodyes flaughtred by thy foes. 
 
 1. Sere 1, and the very parin gs of our Nayles 
 Shall pitch a Field when we are dead, f 
 Begin againe, 
 Glot. Stays flay Tay + 
 And if you love me, as you fay you dot, 
 
 Let me perfwade you to forbearea while. sacl 
 
 King. Oh, how this difcord doth afflit my fonles 
 Can you, my Lord of Winchefter, behold 
 My fighes and teares, and will not once relent? 
 
 Who fhould be pittifull, ifyou be not? 
 Or who fhould ftudy to preferrea Peace, 
 If holy Church-mentake delight in broyles ¢ 
 
 warw. Yeeld my Lord Protector, yeeld Wanchester, 
 Except you meane with. obftinate repulfe 
 To flay your Soveraigne,and deftroy the Realme. 
 
 You fee what mifchiefe, and what Murther too, 
 Hath beene enacted through your enmitie : 
 T hen be at peace, except ye thirft for blood. 
 
 Winch. He thall-fubmit, or I will never yeeld. 
 
 Glof. Compaffion onthe King commands me ftoupe, i 
 Or I would fee his heart out, ere the Prieft Le 
 
 Should ever get that priviledge-of me. 
 
 Warw. Behold my Lord of Winchefter, the Duke 12 
 
 Hath banifht moodie difcontented fury, 
 
 As by his {moothed Browesit doth appeare? 
 
 Why looke you ftill fo fterne, and tragicall # 
 Gloft. Here Wincheffer,1 offer thee my Hands 
 
 King. Fie Vnckle Beauford, 1 have heard you preach, ‘g 
 
 That Mallice was a greatand grievous finne : 
 And willnot you maintaine thethingyouteach? 
 But prove achiefe offender in the fame. 
 
 Warm. Sweet King : the Bithop hatha kindly gyrd3 5 
 
 For fhame my Lord of Winchefter relent ; rs 
 What, fhalla Child inftru& you what todoe ? 
 
 Winch, Well, Duke of Glofter, I will yeeld to thee - i 
 
 Love forthy Love, and Hand for Hand I give. 
 
 Glof. I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart. 
 See here my friends and loving Countreymen, 
 This token ferveth fora Flagge of Truce, 
 
 Betwixt our felves, andall our followers: 
 
 So helpe me God, as I diffemble not. 
 Winch, Sohelpeme God, as I intend it net. 
 Kiug. Oh loving Vackle, kinde Duke of Glofter, 
 
 How joyfullam I made by this Contract, 
 
 Away my Matters, trouble us no.more, 
 
 But joyne in friendfhip, as your Lords have done. 
 1.Seru. Content, Ile to the Surgeons. 
 
 2.Ser#, And fowill I. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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  Lhefirft Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
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 King. And thofeoccafions, Vuckle; were of force : 
 Theretore my loving Lords, our pleafure is, 
 That Richard be reftored to his Blood. 
 | wWarw. Let Richard-bereliord to his Blood, 
 So fhall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc’t. 
 Winch, As will the reft, fo willeth Wsnchester. 
 King. If Richard willbetrue, not that alone, 
 Butal the whole Inheritance I give, 
 That doth belong unto the Houfe of Yorke, 
 From whence you {pring, by Lineall Defcent. 
 Rich, Thy humble fervant vowes obedience; 
 
 | And humble fervice, till the point of death... 
 
 | King. Stoope then,and fet your Knee againft my Foot, 
 And in reguerdon of that dutie done, . 
 
 I gyrtthee with the valiant Sword of Yorke. 
 
 Rife Richard, like a true Plantagenet, 
 
 And rife created Princely Duke of Yorke. ts 
 
 Righ. And fo thrive Rtshara, as thy foes miay fall, 
 
 And as my dutie {prings,fo perith they, 
 
 That grudge one thought againft your Majeftie. 
 eAlll, Welcome high Prince,the mighty Duke of Yorke. 
 Som. Perifh bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of Yorke. 
 Glost. Now will it beftavaile your Majeftie, 
 
 To croffe the Seas, andto be Crown’d in France : 
 
 The prefence of a King engenders love 
 
 | Amongft his Subjects and his loyall Friends, 
 
 As it dif-animates his Enemies. 
 King. When Gloster fayes the word, King Henry gocs, 
 
 | For friendly counféile cuts off sriany Foes. 
 
 _ Glo. Your Shipsalready are in readineffe. 
 : i . E Xeunt ° 
 
 Manet Exetere s , 
 
 Exet. I,we may march in England,or in France; 
 Not fecing what is likely to.enfue;. 
 This late diffention growne betwixt the Peeres, 
 Burnesunder fainedathes of forg’d love, 
 And will at laft_ breake out intoa flame, 
 As feftred membersrot but by degree, 
 Till bones and flefh and finewes fall away, 
 So will this bafe and envious difcord breed. 
 
 | And now I feare that farall Prophecie, 
 
 Which inthe time of Henry,nam’d the Fift,, 
 Was inthe mouth of every {fucking Babe, 
 That Henry borneat Monmouth fhould winneally 
 
 . | And Henry borneat Windfor fhould lofe all: 
 
 Which is fo plaine, that #-ter doth with, 
 His dayes may finifh, ere that hapleffe time. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 «Seana S ecundas 
 
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 Be ee ee ee 
 
 Enter Pucell difguis d, with foure Souldsars with 
 
 | +. Sacks upon their backs. 
 
 | Pwcell. Thefe are the Citie Gates, the Gates of Roan, 
 Through whichour Pollicy muft make a breach. 
 
 | Take heed, be wary how you place your words, 
 Talkelike the vulgar fort of Market men, 
 
 That come to gather Money for their Corne. 
 
 | Ifwe have entrance, asI hope we fhall , 
 
 And that we finde the flouthfull Watch but weake, 
 
 | Ilebya figne give notice to our friends, 
 
 That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them. 
 
 ‘| time. 
 
 If Talbot doe but Thander, Raine willfollow. 
 
 Souldier, Our Sacks {hall be 4 meaneto facke the City, 
 And we be Lordsand Rulers over Roan; |» 
 Therefore wee'le knock. Knock. 
 
 Watch. Chelas go 
 
 Pucell. Peafauns la pounre gens de France, 
 
 Poore Matket folkes that come to fell. their Corne. 
 Watch, Enter, goe in, the Market Bellis rung. - 
 
 Pucell, Now Roan, Ue fhake thy Bulwarkes to the 
 
 ground. Excunt, 
 Enter Charles, Baftard, Alanfon, 
 
 Charles. Saint Dennis bieflethis happy Stratageme, 
 And once againe wee’le fleepe fecure in Roan: 
 
 Bastard, Hereentred Pucell; and her PraGifantss 
 Now the is there, how will the {pecifie? 
 
 Here is the beft and fafelt paflage iii. 
 
 Reig. By thrufting outa Torch from yonder Tower, 
 Which once difcern’d,fhewesthat her meaning is, 
 No way tothat ( for weaknefle) which theentred. 
 
 Enter Rucellon the top, thrufting ont a 
 Torch burning, 
 
 Pucell, Behold, this is the happy Wedding Torch, 
 That joyneth Roanunto her Countreyinen, 
 
 But burning fatall to the Talbonites. 
 
 Bastard. See Noble Charles the Beacon of our -friend, 
 The burning Torch in yonder Turret ftands. 
 
 Charles.» Now thine it like a Commet of Revenge, 
 
 A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes. eS 
 
 Reig. Deferreno time, delayes have. dangerousénds, 
 Enter and cry,the Dolphin, preféntly,.) 019! 
 
 And thendoe execution onthe Watch. >.) »Alaram, 
 
 An Alarum, Talbot iman €xeurfion. 
 T al.France,thou fhalt rue this Treafonwith thy teares, 
 If Talbot bucfurvive thy Trecheric. 
 Pucellthat. Witch, that damned Sorcereffe, 
 Hath wrought this Hellith Mifchiefe unawares, 
 That hardly we efcap't the Pride of France. 
 An Alarum: Excurfions: Bedford bronghe 
 in fickein a Chayre, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Talbot and Burgonie without: within, Pucell, 
 Charles, Baftata, and Reigneir on che Walls. 
 
 Pucell.God morrow Gallants,want ye Corn for Bread? 
 I thinkethe Duke of Burgonie wiil fatt, 
 Before hee’ic buyagaine at {uch a rate. 
 °T was full of Darvell s doe you like the tafte ? 
 
 Burg. Scofte on vile Fiend, and thamelefle Curtizan, 
 Itruft cre long to choake thee with thine owne, 
 And makethee curfe the Harvelt of that Corne. 
 
 Charles, Your Grace may ftarve (perhaps) before that 
 
 : Bedf: Ohilet no words, but deedes, revengethis Trea- 
 One aa , padbiis 
 * Pycell. What will you doé, good gray-beard ? 
 Breakea Launce, and rurine a-Tilt at Death, 
 Withina Chayre. 
 Talb. Foule Fiend of France,and Hag of all defpighr, 
 Incompafs'd with thy laftfull Paramours, 
 Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age, 
 And twit with Cowardife a man halfe dead? 
 Dam({ell, He bave.a bowt with youagaine, 
 Or elie let Talbot perifh with this fhame. 
 Pucell. Areyefohot, Sir: yet Paced’ hold thy peace, 
 
 a They whifper together incounfell. » 
 God {peed the Parliament: who fhalibethe Speaker? — |. 
 
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 Talb. Dare yee come forth, and meet usin the field? 
 
 Pucell. Belike your Lordthip takes usthen for fooles, 
 To try.if that our owne be ours, or no. 
 
 Talb. lipeake not tothat rayling Hecate, 
 
 But unto thee Aéanfow, and thereft. 
 
 Willye,like Souldiors, come and fight it out ? 
 
 Alanf. Seignior no. 
 
 Talb. Seignior hang : bafe Muleters of France, 
 
 Like Pefant toot-Boyes doe they keepethe Walls, 
 
 And dare not takeup Armes, like Gentlemen. 
 
 Puce. Away Captaines, let’s get us from the Walls, 
 
 For Talbot meanes no goodnefle by his Lookes, 
 
 God b’uy my Lord, we came fir butto tell you 
 
 That we are here. Exeunt fromthe Walls. 
 Talb. And there will we be too, ere it be long, 
 
 Or elfe reproach be Talbors greateft fame. 
 
 Vow Bergonie, by honor of thy houfe, _ 
 
 Prickt on by publike Wrongs fuftain’d in France y 
 
 Either to get the Towne againe,or dye. 
 
 And I, as{ure as Englifh Henry lives, 
 
 Andas his Father here was Conqueror; 
 
 ‘As fureas inthis late betrayed Towne, 
 
 Great (ordelions Heart was buryed ; 
 
 Sofure I fweare, to getthe Towne, or dye. ¥ 
 
 Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy 
 Vowes. 
 
 Talb. But eve we goe; regard this dying Prince, 
 
 The valiant Duke of Bedford : Coie my Lord, 
 
 Wewill beftow you infome better place, 
 
 Fitter:for fickneffe, and for crafie age, 
 
 _ Bedf: Lord Talbor, doe not fo difhonour me : 
 
 Here will Ffit, before the Walls of Roan, 
 
 And will be partner of your weale or woe. 
 Burg. Conragious Bedford, letusnow perfwadeyou. 
 Beadf. Notto be gone from hence , for once I read, 
 
 That ftout Pendragon, in his Litter fick, 
 
 Came tothe field, and vanquithed his foes. 
 
 Methinkes I fhould reviue the Souldiorgs hearts, 
 
 Becaufe I ever found them as my felfe. 
 
 Talb, Vndaunting {pirit ina dying brett, 
 Then be it fo : Heavens keepe old Bedford fafe. 
 And now no more adoe, brave Burgonie, 
 
 But gather we our Forces ont of hand, 
 
 And fet upon our boafting Enemie. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 An eAlarum: Excurfions. Enter Sir lobn 
 Falftaffe, and a Capeaine. 
 
 » Capt. Whither away Sir John Falfaffe, in {uch hafte? 
 Fait. Whitheraway ? to fave my felfe by flight, 
 Weare like to have the overthrow againe. 
 
 (apt. What? will you flye,and leave Lord Talbor? 
 Falft. 1, allthe Ta/bots inthe World, tofave my life. 
 Exit. 
 
 Capt, Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Retreat. Excurfions. Pucell, Alanfon,and 
 Charles flye. 
 
 Bedf. Now quiet Soule, depart when Heauen pleafe, 
 For I have feene our Enemies overthrow. 
 What isthe tratt or ftrength of foolifh man? 
 They that of late were daring with their fcoffes; 
 Are glad and faine by flight to fave themfelves. 
 Bedford dyes, and ts carryed in by two in his (haires 
 
 The firft Part of King Henry the Sixt. « 
 
 An Alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgonse » and |. 
 the vest. ae |) 
 Talb. Loft, and recovered ina day againe, | gi 
 This isa double Honor, Bargonie : ; 
 Yet Heavens have glory for this Vittory- 
 Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot, Bargonie. 
 Infhrines thee in his heart, and there erects 
 Thy NobleDeeds,as Valors Monuments. +t 
 Tal. Thankes gentle Duke: but where is Pacel now ? 
 Ithinke her old Familiar is afleepe. FG 
 Now where’s the Baftards braves, and (harles his glikes? | 
 What aliemort ? Roan hangs er head for griefe, = | 
 That fuch a valiant Company are fied. “oe 
 Now will we take fome order in the Towne, i: 
 Placing therein fome expert Officers, rh Te 
 And then depart to Paris, to the King, hi 
 For there young Henry with his Nobles lye. | 
 Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleafeth Burgonit. : 
 Talb. But yet before we goe, lee’s not forget , 
 The Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, 
 But fee his Exequies fulfill’din Roan, 
 A braver Souldier never couched Launce, 
 A gentler heart did never fway in Court. 
 But Kings and mightieft Potentates mutt die, 
 For that’s the end of humane miferie. 
 
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 wis foe It 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Enter Charles, Bastard, eAlanfon,Pucel. 
 
 _ Pucell. Difmay not (Princes )at this accident, 
 Nor grieve that Roan isforecovered; 
 Care is no cure, but rather corrafiue, 
 
 For things thar are not to be remedy’d. 
 Let frantike7 <ébet triumph fora while, 
 And like a Peacockefyweepe along his tayle, eg 
 Wee ie pull his Plames,and take away his Trayne, 
 If Dolphin and the reft willbe but ral‘d. Ae 
 (Charles, ‘Ne have beene guided by thee hitherto, i 
 And of thy Cunning hadno diffidence, = 
 One fudden Foy le thal] never breed diftrutt. mish 
 Baftard. Search out thy wit for fecyet pollicies, ~~ 
 And we will make thee famous through the World.” 
 Alanf. Wee'le {et thy Statue in fome holy place; 
 And have thee reverenc’t likea blefled Saint. a 
 Employ theethen,iwect Virgin: for ourgood, 
 Pucef. Then thus it mutt be, this doth Jeane devife: 
 By faire per{wafions, mixt with fugred words, 
 ‘We willintice the Duke of Burgonie 
 Toleave the Ta/bor,and to follow us. 
 (Charles. I marry Sweeting, if we could doethat, 
 France were no place for Henries Warriors, 
 Nor fhould that Nation boaftit fo withus, 
 But be extirped from our Provinces. ; 
 Alanf. Fox ever fhouldthey beexpuls’d from France, 
 And not have Title of an Earledome here. pe 
 Pucell. Your Honors thall perceive how I will worke, 
 To bring this matter tothe wifhed end. ba 
 -- Drummefonadsafarreoff. 
 Hearke, by the found of Drumme you may perceive 
 Their Powersare marching untoParis-ward. 
 Here found an Englilh March. 
 There goes the Ta/bor with his Colours {pred , 
 And allthe Tronpes of Englifh after him, = 
 
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 Now inthe Rerewatd comes the Dukeand his: . 
 Fortune in favour makes him lagge behinde. 
 Summona Parley, we will talke with him. 
 Trumpets found a Parley. 
 Charles. A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie ? 
 ® Burg. Whocrayesa Parley with the Burgonic? . 
 Pucel. The Princely Charles of France, thy Countrey- 
 man. : 
 : Burg. What fay’it thou Charles? for I am marching 
 | hence. 
 | Charles, Speake Pasell, ard enchant him with chy 
 wor ds. ; 
 Pucell, Brave Bergonie, undoubted hope of France, 
 Stay, let thy humble hand-maid fpeake to thee. 
 Burg. Speake on, but be not over-tedious. _ 
 Pucel.Looke on thy Countrey,looke on fertile France, 
 And fee the Cities and the Townes defac’t, 
 By wafting Ruine ofthecruell Foe, 
 Aslookesthe Mother on her lowly Babe,” 
 When Death doth clofe his tender-dying Eyes, 
 See, feethe pining Malady of Frances 
 ‘| Behold the Wounds, the moft unnaturall Wounds; 
 Which thou thy felfe haft given her wofull Breft. 
 Ohturne thy edged Sword another way, 
 Strike thofe that hurt, and burt not thofé that helpe : 
 One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bofome, 
 Should grieve thee more then ftreames of forraine gore. 
 -Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares, 
 And wath away thy Countries ftayned Spots. 
 Burg. Either the hath bewitcht me with her words, 
 Or Nature makes me fuddenly relent. 
 Pacell. Befides,all French and France exclaimes on thee, 
 Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie. 
 Whom joyn'ft thou with, bur with a Lordly Nation, 
 That willnot truft thee, but for Profits fake ? , 
 When Ta/bor hath fet footing once in France, 
 And fafhion’d thee that Inftroment of Ml, 
 Who then, but Englifh Henry, will be Lord, 
 And thou be thruit out, like a Fugitive ? 
 Call weto minde, and marke but this for proofe: © 
 | Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe? 
 And was he not in England Prifoner ? 
 But when they heard be was thine Enemie, 
 They fet him free, without his Ranfome pay’d; 
 In fpightjof Burgonie and ail his friends. 
 Seethen,thou fight’ft againft thy Countreymen, 
 And joyn’ft with them willbethy flaughter-men. 
 | Come, come, retuirne; returne thou wandring Lord, 
 Charlesand the reft will take thee in their armes. 
 Burg. Lam variquithed: 
 Thefe haughty wordsof hers vi 
 Have batt’red me like roaring Canaon-thot, 
 __ | And made me aimoft yeeld upon my knees, 
 | Forgive me Countrey, and {weet Countreymen ; 
 And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace. 
 ) My Forces and my Power of menare yours. 
 {So farewell Talbot, Ie no longer truft thee. . 
 | Pacell. Done likea Frenchman: turie and turne a- 
 | gaine. Loge 
 ae Plate: Welcome brave Duke, thy friendthip makes 
 a a . brif 
 at = ance And doth beget new Courage in’ our 
 4 breits. ‘ 
 | Alasf, Pucell hath bravely play’d her part inthis, 
 __| And dothdeferve a Coronet of Gold. 
 
 « Lhefirft Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 : e French Masch. Charles. Now let uson, my Lords, 
 
 ' Becaufe tilinow, we never faw your face, 
 
 And,in our Coronationtake your place. 
 
 Se A Ee ee rer aR eT en SN ince, 
 Say -. e ; - 
 
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 And ioyne our Powers, 
 
 And feeke how we may preiudice thé Foe: Exennt. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter the King, Gloucester, Winchefter, Yorke, Suffolke 
 Somerfet, Warwicke, Exeter: [0 them, with 
 hus Soutdsors , Talbot, 
 
 Talo. My gracious Prince, and honorable Peeres, 
 Hearing of your arrivailin this Realme, 
 I havea while given Truceunto my Warres, 
 To dce my dutie to my Soveraigne. 
 in figne whereof,t his Arme, that hath reclaim’d 
 To your obedienee, fiftie Fortrefles, 
 Twelve Cities, and feven walled Townes of ftrength, 
 Befide five hundred Prifonersofeficeme 3 
 Lets fall his Sword before your Highneffe feet 4 
 And with fubmiffive loyaltie of heart 
 Afcribes the Glory of his Conqueft gut, 
 Firft tomy God, and next unto your Grace. 
 King. Is thisthe Lord Tabor, Vack:¢ Gloucefter, 
 That hath folong beenerefident in France ? 
 Gloit. Yes, if itpleafe your Majeftie, my Liege 
 __ King Welcome brave Captaine, and victorious Lord 
 When I was young (as yet I atm not old) 
 I doe remember how my Father faid, 
 A ftouter Champion never handled Sword. 
 Long fince we were refolved of your truth, 
 Your faithfuilfervite,and your toyle in Warre 3 
 Yetnever have you tafted ourreward,- 
 Or beene reguerdon’d with fo much as Thankes, 
 
 Therefore ftand up, and for thefe good deferts, 
 We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury, 
 
 | Exeunt. 
 (Manent Vernon and Baffete 
 
 Vern. Now Sir, to you that were fo hot at Sea, 
 
 Difgracing of thefeColours that I weare; 
 
 In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorkc,. 
 
 Dar’{t thon maintaine the former wo:ds thou f{pak’f? 
 Baff. Yes Sir, asweilas you dare patronage 
 
 The envious barking of your fawcie Tongue, 
 
 Againit the Duke of Somerfet. 
 Vern. Sirrha, thy Lord i honor as he is. 
 Ba. Why what is he ?as good a man as Yorke, 
 Vern. Hearke ye snot fo + in witneffe take \¢ thats 
 
 Strikes him, 
 
 Bef. Villaine ,thon knoweft 
 
 The Law of Armesis fuch, 
 
 That who fo drawes a Sword, ’tisprefent death, 
 
 Or elfethis Blow thould broachthy deareft Bloud. 
 
 But Ile unto his Majeftie, and crave, 
 
 I may have liberty to venge this Wrong, 
 
 When thon fhaltfee, le meettheetothycoft. = 
 Vern. Well mifcreant, Ile be there as fooneas you, 
 
 And after meete you, fooner then you would. . 
 
The fisf!Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
 eA dus Quartus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter King, Glecesier, Winchefter, Yorke, Suffolke, Somer= 
 fet warwicke, Talbot, and Governor Exetere — 
 Glo. Lord Bifhop,ferthe Crowne upon his head. 
 Win. God fave King Herry of that name the fixt. 
 Glo. Now Governonr of Paris take your oath, 
 That you clec no other King but him ; 
 Eficeinenone friends, but fuch as’are his Friends, 
 And none your Foes, but fuchas thal pretend 
 Malicious practifes againft his States 
 This fhall yedo, fo helpe you righteous God, 
 2 oEuter Falstaffe. 
 Fal. My gracious Soveraigne, as I rode from Calice, 
 To hafte unto your Coronation: 
 A Letter was deliver’d to my hands, 
 Writ to your Grace, from th’ Dak cof Burgundy. 
 Tal. Shame tothe Duke of Burgundy,and thee: 
 I vow'd (bafe Knight) when J did meet thee next, 
 To teare the Garter fromthy Cravensiegge, 
 Which I have done, becaufe (unworthily ) 
 Thou was’t infalledin.that High Degree. 
 _ Pardon me Princely Henry ,and the rett : 
 This Dattard, at the battell of Potters, 
 When (but in all) Twas fixe thoufand ftrong, |) 
 And that the French werealmolt tento one, 
 Before wemiet, or thata fttoke wasgiven, 
 Like toatruttie Squire, did run away- 
 In which affault, we loft twelue hundred men. 
 My felfe,and divers Gentlemen betide, 
 Were there furpriz’d,and taken prifoners. 
 Then iudge (great Lords)ifI have done amiffe: 
 Or whether that fuch Cowards ought to weare 
 This Ornament of Knighthood,yea-orno? 
 
 Glo, Tefaythetrath,this fact was infamous, 
 Andill befeeming any common man: 
 
 Much more a Knight,a Captaine, and a Leader. 
 
 Tal. When firftthis Order was ordaiu’d my Lord 
 Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth; 
 Valiant and Vertuous, full of haughty Courage, 
 Such as were growne to credit by the warres: 
 
 Not fearing Death,nor fhrinking for Diftreffe. 
 But alwayes refolute,in mott extreames. . 
 He then;that isnot furnifli’d in this fort, 
 
 ‘Doth but vfurpe rhe Sacred name of Knight, 
 Prophaning this moft Honourable Order, 
 
 And fhould (if {were worthy tobe budge) 
 
 Be quite degraded, like a Bedge-Borne Swaine, * : 
 Thar doth prefumeto boaft of Gentle blood. . 
 
 K. Stainetothy Countrymen,thow hear‘ft thy doom; 
 Be packing therefore thou that waft a knight: ~ 
 Henceforth we banith thee on paineof death. 
 And now my Lord Protector view the Letter, - 
 Sent from our Vincle Duke of Burgundy. 
 
 Glo. What meanes his Grace, that he hath channg’d 
 
 his Stile? Tenure ek 9 
 No more butplaine and bluntly?(To the King.) 
 Hath he forgot heis his Soucraigne? 
 Or doth this churlifli Superfeription 
 Pretend fome alteration in good will? 
 What’s heere? J havenponesfeciall canfe, asl 
 Mov’ d with compaffion of of ray Countries wracke, 
 Together with the pittifull complaints. | as | 
 
 Sy 
 
 Exit. 
 
 | Of (uch as your oppreffion feedes upon, 
 
 | Betwixt our elves let us decide it then. 
 
 Forfaken your pernitions Fatlion, ae i a 
 
 A ndioyr d with Charles,the rightfull king of France. 
 
 O monftrousTreachery:Can this be fo? hi Sous" ae 
 
 That in alliance ,amity,and oathes, Bs ae 
 
 There fhould-be found fuch falfe'diffembling guile? 
 King. What? doth my Vnele Burgundy revolt?) | 
 
 Glo. He doth my Lord,andis become my foes ©» a Te 
 
 Kiwg. Isthat the work this letter doth centaine? 
 
 Glo. Itisthe wort, and all (my Lord) he writes.) | 
 
 King. Why then Lord Talbot there {hal talke withhim, | 
 And giue him chafticement for this abufe. ers oa 
 How fay you (my Lotd)are younot content? > 
 
 Tal. Content my Liege? Yes:but that] am prevented, | 
 
 I fhould have bege*dI mighthave bene employd. 
 
 King.. Then gather ftrength and march unto him — 
 ftraight : 2. yt 
 
 Let him perceive how ill we brooke his Treafony * 
 And whatoffence it isto flout his Friends. © 92) 9) 
 
 Tal. Igo my Lord, in heart defiring fill ~~ 
 You may behold confufion of your foes: 
 Enter Vernon and Baffet. if 
 Ver. Grant me the Combate, gracious Soveraignés. 
 Baf. And me (my Lord) grant me the Combareroo. 
 Yorke. This is my Seruant,heare him Noble Prince. 
 Som. And this'ismine(fweet Henry)favour hime — 
 King. Be patient Lords,and give them leave to fpeake 
 Say Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaime | 
 And wherefore crave you Combate?Or with whom? 
 Ver. Withhim (my Lord)for he hath done me wrong. | 
 Baf. AndI with him,for he hath done me wrongs. 
 King. W hat is that wrong whereon you both complain? 
 Firft let me know,and then Te anfwer yous *= 
 Baf, Croffing the Sea,from England into Frances” 
 This Fellow heere with carping tongue, Dir 
 Vpbraided me aboutthe Rofe 1 weare, 
 Saying, the fanguine colour of the Leaves 
 Did prefene my Mafters blufhing cheekes + 
 When ftubbornly he did repngne the truth, 
 Abouta certaine queftion in the Law, 
 Argu’d betwixt the Duke of Yorke, and him: 
 With other vileand ignominious tearmes. 
 Inconfutation of which rude reproach, 
 And in defence of my Lords worthineffe, 
 I crane the benefirof Law of Armes. 
 Ver. And that is my petition (Noble Lord:) 
 
 For thoughhe feeme with forged queint conceite 
 To fet a gloffe upon his bold intent, 
 
 Yet know (my Lord) 1 wasprovok'd by him, 
 And he firft rooke exceptions at this badge, 
 Pronouncing that the paleneffe of this Flower, ~ 
 Bewray’d the faintnefle of my Mafters heart. 
 - Yorke. Will notthis malice Somerfet be left t= 2eks 
 Som. Your private grudge my Lord of Yorke,wil out 
 Though ne’re fo cunningly you {mother it. 
 King. Good Lord what madnefflerules in braine- 
 ficke men, it 
 When for fo flight-and frivolousacaufe, 
 
 Such fa@tions emulations fhallarife? 
 
 Good Coufins both of Yorke and Somerfet, 
 
 Quiet your felves ,andbe atpeace, = *® | 
 Yorke. Let this diffention firft betryed by fight, = 
 
 And then yourHighneffe thal commanda Peacts 
 
 - Som. The quarrelltoncketh none but us alone, — 
 Yorke. There ismy pledge, accept it Somerfet. 
 Ver. Nay, let it slibettiee nnsist atfirft. 
 
Thefrft Part of Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Baf{. Confirmeit fo, mine honourable Lord. 
 
 Glo. Confirme itfo ¢ Confounded be your ftrife, 
 And perith ye with your audacious prate, 
 Prefumptuons vafials, are you not afham’d 
 With this immodeft clamorous outrage;, 
 
 To trouble and difturbe the King,and Ys? . 
 And you my Lords, methinkes you donot well 
 Tobeare with their perverfe Objections : 
 Much leffe to take occafion from their mouthes, 
 To raife a mutiny betwixt your felves: 
 Let me perfwade you takea better courfe. 
 
 Exet. It grieves his Highnefle, 
 Good my Lords,be friends. 
 
 King. Come hither you that would be Combatants: 
 Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, 
 Quireto forget this Quarrell, and the canfe, 
 
 And you my Lords : Remember where we are, 
 InFrance, amongfta fickle wavering Nation : 
 If they perceive diffention in our leokes, 
 
 i | And that within our felves we difagree ; 
 
 How willtheir grudging ftomackes be provok’d 
 To wilfull Difobedience, and Rebell ? 
 
 Befide, What infamy willtherearife, 
 
 When Forrdigne Princes thall be certified, 
 
 ; | That for a toy, a thing of noregard, 
 
 | King Henrses Peeres, and chiefe Nobility, 
 
 mn Deltroy’d themfelves, and loftthe Realme of France? 
 
 | Oh thinkeupon the Conqueft of my Father, 
 
 _ | Mytender yeares, andletus not forgoe 
 That for a trifle, that was bought with blood. 
 
 Let me be Viper in this doubtfull ftrife ; 
 
 I fee no reafon if 1 weare this Kofe, .. 
 
 That arly one fhoutd therefore be fufpitious 
 Imore incline to Somerfet then Yorke: 
 
 {| Bothare my kinfmen, and I love them both. 
 
 As wellthey may upbray’d me with my Crowne, 
 
 Becanfe (torfooth) the King of Scots is Crown'd, 
 | But your difcretions better can perfwade, 
 
 ‘| Then I am able to inftruct or teach ; 
 
 And therefore as we hither came in peace, 
 
 Solet us ftill continue peace and-tove. 
 
 Cofin of Yorke, we inftitute your Grace 
 
 To be our Regent in thefe parts of France : 
 
 And good my Lord of Somerfet, unite 
 
 ) | Yourtroopes of horfemen, with his Bands of foote, 
 
 And liketrue Subjects, fonnes of your Progenitors, 
 Go cheerefully. together, and difgeft 
 
 | Your angry Choller on your Enemies, 
 
 Our Sclfe,my Lord Proteétor, and the reft, 
 After fome refpit will returne to Calice ; : 
 From thence to England, where I hope cre long 
 | Tobe prefented by your Victories, 
 | With Charles, ~Alanfon,and that Traiterous rout. 
 Exeunt. (Wanet Torke ,Warwicke, Exeter, Vernon. 
 War. My Lord of Yorke, I promife you the King 
 Prettyly (me thought) did play the Orator.) 
 Yorke And fohe did, but yet Thike it nor, 
 Inthat he wearesthe badge of Somerfet. 
 War. Tuth, that was but his fancie, blame him not, 
 I dare prefume ({weet Prince) he thought no harme. 
 i Yorke. And if I with he did. Butlet itreft, 
 | Other affayres muft now be managede, 
 
 . » Flurifh. (Manet Exeter, 
 | | _ Exet. Well didft thou Richard to fuppreffe thy voyce 
 | | For had the paffions of chy heart burft out, 
 
 __ | Ifcare we fhould have feene decipher'd there 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Itt 
 
 More rancorous {pight, more furious raging broyles, 
 Then yet can be imagin’d or fuppos’d + 
 
 But howfoere, no fimple man that fees 
 
 This iarring difcord of Nobilitie, ; 
 
 This fhouldering of each ether in the Court, 
 
 This factions bandying of their Favourites, 
 
 But that it doth prefage fome ill event. 
 
 ‘Tis much, when Scepters are in Childrens hands : 
 Eut more, when Envy breeds unkinde devifion. 
 Then comes the ruine, there begins confufion. 
 
 Exit 
 
 Enter Talbot with Trumpet and Dramme; 
 before Burdeaux, 
 
 Talb. Goto the Gates of Burdeaux, Trumpeter, 
 Summon their Generall unto the Wall. Sounds, 
 ; Enter Generall aloft. 
 Eng'ith Joh Talbot (Captaines) calls you forth, 
 Servant in Armes to Harry King of England, 
 And thus he would. Open your City Gates, 
 Be humbled to us, call my Soveraigne yours, 
 And do him homage as obedient Subjects, 
 And Ile withdraw ine, and my bloody power. 
 Butif you frowne upon this proffer’d Peace, 
 Youtemptthe fury of my three attendants, 
 Leane Famine, quartering Steele, and climbing Fire, 
 Who inamoment, even with the earth, 
 Shalllay your ftately, and ayre-braving Towers, 
 If youforfake the offer of their love. 
 Cap. Thou ominous and tearefull Owle ofdeath, 
 Our Nations terror, and their bloody fcourge, 
 The period of thy Tyranny approacheth, 
 On usthou canft not enter bui by death : 
 For I proteft we are well fortified, 
 And ftrong enough to iffue out and fight. 
 If thou retire, the Dolphin well appointed; 
 Stands with the {nares of Warre totangle thee. 
 On either hand thee, there are {quadrons pitcht, 
 To wall thee from the liberty of Flight; 
 Ten thoufand French have tane the Sacrament, 
 And no way canft thouturne thee for redrefle, 
 But death doth front thee with apparant {poyle, 
 And pale deftruétion mectes thee in the face : 
 Toryue their dangerous Artillerie 
 Vpon no Chriftian foule.but Englifh Tasbar : 
 Loe, there thou ftandft a breathing valiant man 
 Of an invincibleunconquer’d fpirit : 
 This is the lateft Glorie of thy prayfe, 
 That Ithy enemy dew thee withall: 
 For ere the Glafle that now begins to runne, 
 Finith the proceffe of his {andy houre, 
 Thefe eyes that fee thee now well coloured, 
 Shall fee thee withered, bloody ,pale, and dead. 
 Drum afarre off. 
 Harke, harke, the Dolphins drumme,a warning bell, 
 Sings heavy Maficke to thy timorous foule, 
 And mine fhall ring thy dire departure ont. 
 Tat, He Fables not, [hearetheenemic: 
 Out fome light Horfemen jand perufe their Wings. 
 O negligent andheedieffe Difcipline, 
 How are we park’d-and bounded ina pale # 
 A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere, 
 Maz’d witha yelping kennell of French Curres. 
 If we be Englifh Deere, be then in blood, 
 Not Rafcall-like to falldowne with a pinch, 
 But rather moodie mad : Aud defperateStagees, 
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 | Turneon the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele, 
 And make the Cowards ftand aloofe at bay : 
 
 Sell every man his life as deere as mine, 
 
 | And they fliall finde decre Deere of us my Friends: 
 | God, and S. George, Talber and Englands right, 
 Profper our Colors in this dangerous fight. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke 
 with Trumpet, and many Souldiers. 
 
 Yorke. Are not the fpeedy fcouts return’d againe, 
 That dog’dthe mighty Army of the Dolphin? _ 
 Mef. They are return’d my Lord, and give it out, 
 | That he is march’d to Burdeaux with his power 
 To fight with Talbert: as he march’d along, 
 By your efpyals weredifcovered 
 Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led , 
 Which joyn’d with him, and made their march for 
 
 Yorke. A plague upon that Villaine Somerfer, 
 | Thatthus delayes my promifed fupply 
 
 |- OF horfemen, that were levied for thisfiege. 
 
 | Renowned Falbot duth expect my ayde, 
 
 | And I amlowted by at Traitor Villaine, 
 
 And cannot helpe the noble Chevalier : 
 
 God comfort him in thisneceflity : 
 
 Ihe mifcarry, farewell Warres in Frances 
 
 Enter another Meffenger. 
 
 Never fo needfull on the earth of France, 
 
 | Spurretothe refene of the Noble Taibor, 
 
 | Whonow is girdled witha watte of Iron, 
 
 And hem’d about with grim deftruction : 
 
 To Burdeanx warlike Duke,to Burdeaux Yorke, 
 
 | Elfe farwell Talbot, France,and Englands honor. 
 
 | Yorke. O God, that Somerfet who in prond heart 
 
 | Doth ep my Cornets, werein Talbors place, 
 
 | So fhould we fave a valiant Gentleman, 
 
 | By forfeyting a Traitor and a Coward: 
 
 | Mad ire, and wrachfull fury makes me weepe, 
 
 | That thus we dye, while remiffe Traitors fleepe. 
 
 | Mef. O fend fome fucconr to thediftreft Lord. 
 
 Yorke. Hedies, we lofe: I breakemy warlike wotd: 
 
 | Wemourne, France {miles: We lofe, they dayly get, 
 
 Alllong of this vile Traitor Somerfet. 
 
 | 2zef. Then God take mercy on brave Taébors foule, 
 Andon his Sonne yong /obn, who two hours fince, 
 
 met in travailetowards his warlike Father ; 
 
 This {eaven yeeres did not Talbot fechis fonne, 
 
 ~And now they meet where both their lives are done. 
 Yorke. Alas, what joy thall noble Tadbor have, 
 
 To bid his yong fonne welcome to hisGrave : 
 
 Away, vexaticn almoft ftoppes my breath, 
 
 That fandred friends greetein the houre ofdeath. 
 
 Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can, 
 
 But curfe the caufe I cannot ayde the man. 
 
 Maine Bioys, Poytiers, and Towres,are wonne away, 
 
 Long allof Somerfer, and his delay.  xit. 
 Mef. Thas while the Vulture of fedition, 
 
 | Eeedes in the bofome of fuch great Commanders, 
 
 | Sleeping neptection doth betray to loffe : 
 
 | The Conguctt of our fcarfe cold Conqueror, 
 
 | Thet ever-living man of Memorie, 
 
 | Henrie the fift : Whiles they each other croffe, 
 
 | Lives, Honours,Lands, and all, hurrieto loffe. © Es. 
 
 The firft Part of Henry the Sixte 
 
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 Enier Somer (et with bis eAlrmie. 
 
 Sons. It istoo late, I cannot fend them now + 
 This expedition was by Yorke and Falbor, 
 
 Exeunt. | Toorathly plotted. All our generall force, 
 
 Might with a fally of the very Towne 
 
 Be buckled with : the over-daring Talbot 
 
 Hath fullied all his glofle of former Honor 
 
 By this unheedfull, defperate, wilde adventure : 
 
 Yorke {et him onto fight, and dye in fhame, 
 
 That Talbot dead, great Yorke might beare the name, 
 
 Cap. Heere is Six William Lucie, who with me 
 
 Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for aydes 
 Som. How now Sir william, whither were youfent? — 
 Lx. Whither my Lord, from bonght and fold L.Tialber, 
 
 Whoring’d about with boldadverfitie, am 
 
 Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerfet, 
 
 (Burdeaux | To beate affayling death from his weake Regions; 
 
 And whiles the honourable Captaine there 
 Drops bloody fwet from his warre-wearied limbes, 
 And inadvantage lingring lookes forrefcue, . 
 You his falfe hopes, the truft of Englands honour, 
 Keepe off aloofe with worthleffe emulation : 
 
 Let not your private difcord keepe away 
 
 The levied fuccours that fhalllend him ayde, 
 
 While he renowned Noble Gentleman 
 
 Yeelds up his life unto a world of oddes. 
 
 Orleance the Baftard, Charles,and Burgundie, 
 
 4. Mef Thou Princely Leader of our Englifh firength, | /anfon, Reignard ,compafie him about, 
 
 And Tatbet perifheth by your default. 
 
 Som. Yorkefet him on, Yorke fhould have fent him, “a 
 
 ayde. 
 
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 Luc. And Yorkeas faft upon your Grace exclaimes, | 
 ‘Swearing that you with-hold his levied hoaft, 
 
 Collected for this expedition. : f 
 Sows. York lyes: He might have fent,& had the Horfe: 
 I owe him little Dutie, and leffe Love, e. 
 And take foule {corne to fawne on him by fending. 
 Lx. The fraud of England, not the force of France, — 
 Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot : 
 Never to England fhall he beare hislife , 
 But dies betraid to fortuneby your ftrife. : 
 Som. Come go, | willdifpatch the Horfemen firait: 
 Within fixe houres, they will be at his ayde- 
 Lx. Too late comes refcue, heis tane or flaine, 
 For flye he could not, if he would have fled : 
 And flye would Talbot never though he might. 
 Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu. 
 Lx, His fame livesinthe world. His fhamein you 
 Exepnt, 
 
 Enter T albor and his Sonne. 
 
 Tal. © young ohn Talbot, 1 didfend forthee 
 Totutor thee in ftratagems of Warre, wait 
 That Ta/bots name might be in thee reviv'd, 
 When fapleffe Age, and weake unable limbes 
 Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire. 
 
 But O malignant and ill-boading Starres, 
 Now thou art come unto a Feaft of death, 
 A terrible and unaVoyded danger : 
 
 Therefore deere Boy, mounton my fwiftefthorfe, | | 
 
 And Ile dire& thee how thon fhalt efcape 
 
 By fodaine flight. Come, dally not, be gone, We 
 
 Jobn, Ismy name Talbot >and am I your Sonne? 
 
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And fhall I flye?O; if you love my Mother, 
 Difhonor not her Honorable Name, 
 
 To make a Baftard,aud a Slave of me: 
 
 The World will fay,he isnot Tadbots blood, 
 That bafely fled,when Noble 7 a/bot {tood. 
 
 Talb. Flye,to revenge my death, if | be flaine. 
 Jobu. He that flyesfo,will ne’re returne againe, 
 Talb. If we both ftay,webothare fure to dye. 
 
 Y our loffe is great,fo your regard fhouild be; 
 My worth unknowne,no lofle is knownein me- 
 Vpon my death,the French can little boatt; | 
 Inyours they will, in you all hopes are loft. 
 
 Flight cannot ftayne the Honor you have wonnes 
 But mine it will,that no Exploit have done. 
 ih You fled for Vantage, every one will{weare: - 
 
 But if I bow,they’le fay it was for feare. 
 There isno hope that ever I wiil ftay, 
 
 | Ifthe-firft howre I fhrinke and run away: 
 Here on my knee Ibegge Mortality, 
 
 ‘| Rather then Life,preferv’d with Infamy. 
 
 Talb. V pon my Bleffing I] command thee goes 
 Toba. To fight I will,but not to flye the Foe. 
 
 Jobn. No patt of him,but will be fhame in mee. 
 
 | — Jobn. You cannot witnefle for me, being flaine. 
 | If Death beforapparant, then both flye. 
 
 My Age was.never tainted with fuch fhame. 
 
 No more can Ibefeveredfrom your fide, 
 Then can your felfe, your felfein twaine divides. 
 
 For live I willnot,if my Father dye. 
 | Borne to eclipfe thy Lifethisafternoone: 
 
 Come, fideby ikea dye; 
 And Soule with Soule fro 
 
 Excant. 
 eA larum:Excurfions wherein T albors Sonne 
 f . tshemm'd about, and Talbot ) 
 (at, re(cues him. 
 ; Talb. Saint George, and Victory;fight Souldiers, fight: - 
 Hi The Regent hath with Tadbet broke his word, - 
 4  \Andleft us tothe rage of France his Sword. - 
 gi! | Where is fobn Talbor?paw{e,and takethy breath, 
 # \Igavethee Life,andrefcu’d thee from Death. 
 |... lobn.O twice my Father,twiceam I thy Sonne: 
 | The Life thou gav°ft me firlt, was toft and done, 
 _ | Till with thy Warlike Sword,defpight of Fate, 
 y , } Tomy determin’d time thou gav'itnew date. 
 
 / It warm’'d thy Fathers heart with prowd defire 
 Of bold-fac’t Victory. Then Leaden Age, 
 
 ip | Quicken’d with Youthfull Splecne,and Warlike Rage, 
 
 _ | Beat downe e4/anfon,Orleance ,Burgundie, 
 ' | And from the Pride of Gallia refonedthee. 
 | Theirefull Baftard Orleance,chat drew blood 
 wh | From thee my Boy,and had the Maidenhood 
 | Of thy fir fight,I foone encountred, 
 __ | And interchanging blowes,I quickly hed 
 
 Jobn. Then let me f{tay,and Father doe you flye: 
 
 Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe? 
 Tobn.1, rather then Ile fhame my Mothers Wombe. 
 
 Talb..Part of thy Father may be tav’din thee. . 
 Talb.T hou never hadft Renowne,nor canft not lofe it. 
 
 Jobn. ¥ es,your renowned Namezfhall flight abufe it? 
 Tal. Thy Fathers charge fhal cleare thee from f ftaine. 
 
  Talb, And leave my followers here to fight and dye? 
 John. And thall my Youth ve guilty of fuch blame? 
 
 Stay,go¢,doe what youwill,thelikedoe I; 
 
 Talb. Then here I take my leave of thee, faire Sonne, 
 
 France toHeaven flye: 
 
 - Talb. When fromthe Dolphins Creft thy Sword ftruck 
 
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 Some of his Baftard blood, and in difgrace 
 Befpoke:him thus:Contaminated,bafe, 
 And mis-begotten blood ,I {pill of thine, 
 Meane and right poare;for that pure blood of mine, 
 Which thou didit force from Talbet,my brave Boy. 
 Here purpofing the Baftard to deftroy, 
 Came in {trong refcue. Speake thy Fathers care: 
 Artthou not weary Joba? How do’ftthou fare? 
 Wilt thou yetleavethe Battaile,Boy,and flie, 
 
 _ Now thouartfeal’d the Sonne of Chivalry? 
 Flye,to revenge my death when I am dead, 
 The helpe of one ftands me inlittle ftead. 
 Oh, too much foily is it,well I wot, 
 To hazard allour lives in one final] Boat. 
 If 1 to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage, 
 To morrow I thall dye with mickle Age. 
 By me they nothing gaine,andif Tftay, 
 Tis but the fhortning of my Life one day. 
 In thee thy Mother dyes, our Houfcholds Name, 
 My Deaths Revenge,thy Youth,and Englands Fame: 
 Allthefe,and more , we hazard by thy flay; 
 Allthefeare fav’d, if thon wilt flye away. 
 
 John. The Sword of Orleasce hath not made me fmart, | 
 Thefe words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart. 
 On that aduantage,bought with fuch a fhame, : 
 To faveapaltry Life,and flay bright Fame, 
 Before young Tadbet from old Talbot flye, 
 The Coward Horfe that beares me, fall and dye? 
 And like me to the pefant Boyes of France, 
 To be Shames fcorne,and fnbject of Mifchance. 
 Surely,by all the Glory you have wonne, 
 AndifT flye I am not Talbots Sonne. 
 Then talke no more of flight,it is no boot, 
 If Sonne to Talbor, dye at Talbots foot. 
 Tab, Then follow thou thy defp’rate Syre of Creet 
 
 | Thou Jearus, thy Lifeto me is fweet: 
 
 If thouwilc fight, fight by thy Fathers fide, 
 And commendable prov’d.let’s dye in pride. Exit. 
 
 eAlarum. Excurfions. Enter old 
 ‘Talbot led. 
 
 Talb, Whereis my other Life?mine owne is gone. 
 
 O, where’s young T¢/bor? where is valiant John? 
 Triumphant Death, {mear'd with Captivity, 
 
 Young Ta/bots Valour makes me fmile at thee. 
 
 When he perceiv’d me fhrinke,and on my Knee, 
 
 His bloody Sword he brandifht over mee, 
 
 And likea hungry Lyon did commence 
 
 Rough deeds of Rage, and fterne Impatience: 
 
 But when my angry Guardant {toad alone, 
 
 Tendring my ruine, and affayl’d of none, 
 ‘Dizzie-ey’d Fury,and great rage of Heart, 
 
 Suddenly made him from my fide ro fart: 
 
 Into the cluftring Battaile of the French: 
 
 And in that Sea of Blood; my Boy did drench ; 
 His over-mounting Spirit; and there di’de 
 My Jcarus, my Bloflome,in his pride. | 
 
 “© Enter with Iohn Talbot, borne. 
 Serv.Q my deare Lordjloe where your Sonne is borne. 
 
 Ta.Thou antique Death,which laugh’ft us hereto fcorn, 
 Anon from thy infulring Tyrannie, 
 
 | Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, 
 
 Two Falbors winged through the lither Skie, 
 
 In thy defpight fhall {cape Mortality. 
 
 O thou whofe wounds become hard favoured death, 
 
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 Speake to thy father,ere thou yeeld thy breath, 
 Brave death by fpeaking,whither he will or no: 
 Imagine him a Frenchman,and thy Foe. © hii 
 Poore Boy,he fmiles,me thinkes,as who fhould fay, 
 Had Death bene French,then Death had.dyed to day. _ 
 Come,come,and lay him in his Fathers armes; 
 My fpirit can no longer beare thefe harmes. 
 Souldiers adieu : 1 have what I would have; 
 Now my oldarmesare yong John Talbots grave. 
 
 Djes 
 
 oA dus Quintus. Scana Prima. 
 
 Enter Charles, Alanfon, Burgundie,Baftard, 
 and Pucell. 
 
 Char. Had Yorke and Somerfet brought refcue in, 
 4 We fhould have found a bloody day of this. 
 
 Baft. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood, 
 Did feth hispuny-fword in Freachmens blood. 
 
 Pue. Once Lencountred him,and thus I faids 
 Thou Maiden youth,be vanquifht by a Maide. 
 “But witha provd Majetticall high fcorne 
 He anfwer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne 
 To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench, 
 He left me proudly,as unworthy fight. aif) 
 Bur. Doubtlefle he would have made a noble Knights 
 See where he lyes inherced in the armes : 
 Of the moft bloody Nurffer of his harmes. iy. 
 Baft. Hew themto peeces, hack their bones aflunder, 
 Whofe life was Englands glory,Gallia’s wonder. 
 
 (har. Olino forbeare:For that which we have fled 
 
 During the life, let us not Wrong it dead. 
 Sn aa. eeter UMGYe: 
 
 Lu. Herald,condué me to the Dolphins Tent, 
 
 Te know who hath obtain’d the glory ofthe days 
 Char. On what fubmiffive meffage art thon fent? 
 
 Lucy. Submiffion Dolphin? Fis a meere French word: 
 We Englifh Warriours wot not what it meanes. 
 
 I come to kaow what Prifoners thou haft tane, 
 And to fiurvey the bodies of the dead. 
 
 Char. For prifonersask{t thou? Hell our prifonis. 
 
 But tell me whom thou feek'ft? eT oe 
 
 Lué. But where's the great Alcidesof the field, 
 Valiant Lord 7 a/bot Earle of Shrewsbury? 
 Created for his rare fucceffe in vee, 3 
 Great Earle of Walford Waterford,and Ualence, 
 Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrebinfield, . 
 Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of eAlton, 
 Lord Cromwell of Wingefield,Lord Furnivall of Sheffeild, 
 The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge, 
 | Knight of the Noble Order of S. George, 
 
 WorthyS. Afichael,and the Golden Fleece, 
 
 Great Marfhall to our King Henry the fixt, 
 Ofall his Warres within the Realme of France. 
 
 Puc. Heere’sa filly ftately ftileindeede: 
 The Turke that twoand fifty Kingdomes hath, 
 Writes not fo tediousa Stileasthis. _ - - 
 Him that thou magnifi ft with all thefe Titles, 
 Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our freete, 
 
 Lacy. 1s Talbot flaine,the Frenchmens i Scourge, 
 Your Kingdomes terror,and blacke Diemefis? 
 Oh were mine eye-balies into Bullets turn’d, 
 
 That I inrage might fhoot them at your facess 
 
 The frft Part of K ing Henry the Sixth, 
 
 | They would but ftinke,and putrifie the ayre. 
 
 | The Emperor,and the Earle of Arminack? 
 
 Oh, that I could but call thefe rie life, . 
 It were cnough to fright the Realme of France. 
 Were but his Picture left anongft you here, 
 It would amaze the prowdelt of you all. 
 Give me their Bodyes;that I may bearethem hence, — 
 And give then Buriall,asbefeemes their worth, ' a4 
 Puc. [thinke this upftart is old Talbots Ghoft, |] ae 
 He fpeakes with fuch a proud commanding {pirit: 
 For Gods {ake let him have him;rokeepethem here, 
 (har. Go take their bodies hence. ae 
 Lucy. Ile beare them hence‘but from their afhés fhiall | 
 ~  bereard ye ae. a 
 A Phoenix that fhall make all France affear’d. - Me 
 Char.So we be rid of them,do withthem what ¥ wilt |) 
 And now te Paris in this conquering vainey 
 All will be ours;now bloody Talbot's flaine- 
 
 Exit. | 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Emer King, Glocefter, and Exeter. ri 
 King, Have you perus’d the Letters fromthe Pope, 
 
 - Glo. I have my Lord,and their intent isthis, 
 They humbly fue vato your Excellence; 
 To have a godly peace concluded of, 
 Betweene the Realmes of England, and of France. 
 King. How doth your Grace affect their motion? 
 Glo. Well(my good Lord )and asthe only meanes ; 
 To ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood, ey 
 And ftablith quietneffe on every fide. : a fi 
 _, King. I marty Vockle,for I alwayesthought, “ 
 It was beth impious and unnaturail,, 
 That fuch immanity and bloody firife 
 Should reigneamong Profeffors of one Faith: 
 Gh. Béfide my Lord,the fooner to effects _ 
 And furer binde this knot of amitie, 336 
 The Earle of Arminacke neere knit te Charles 
 A man of great Authority in Francé, 
 Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace, 
 Jn marriage,with a large and fumptuous Dowry: 
 King. Marriage Vnckle? Alas my-yeares are yong: 
 And fitter is my ftudy,and my Bookes, 
 Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour. mea, 
 Yet call th’Embafladors, and as you pleafe, ‘ae 
 Soletthem have theiranfwereseveryone: + | 
 I thall be well content with any choyce 4 
 Tends to Godsglory,and Couintries weales ‘oe 
 
 Enter Winchefter and sree eAosbalfaders. iw ie | 
 
 Exet. What,is my Lord of Wincheffer inftall’d, 
 And call’d unto a Cardinalls degree? i See 
 Then I perceive,that willbe verified =~ 
 Henry the Fift did fometime prophefie. 
 
 Ifonce he come to bea Cardinall, AA 
 Hee’l make his.cap cocquall with theGrownts* ~~ 
 
 Rig. My Lords Ambaffadors, your feverall {uites | 
 Have bin confider’danddebatedon; 
 Your purpofe is bo:hgood and reafonable: — 
 And therefore are we certainly refolv’d, 
 To draw conditions ofa friendly. peace, 
 
 4s. 
 
Which by my Lord Winchefter we meane 
 Shall be trantported prefently to France. 
 Gls. And for the proffer of my Lord your Maifter, 
 T have inform’d bis Highnefle fo at large, 
 As liking of the Ladies vettuous gifts, 
 Her Beanty,and the valew of her Dower, 
 He doth intend. the hall be Englands Queene; 
 King.In, argument and proofe of which contract, 
 Beare her this Lewell,pledge of my affe@tion. 
 And fo my Lord Protector fee them guarded, 
 And fafely brought to Dover;wherein fhip’d 
 Commit them to the fortune of the fea. 
 __ Win. Stay my Lord Legate,y ou fhall firkt receive 
 The fumme of money which I promifed 
 Should be delivered to his Holineffe, 
 
 For cloathing meinthefe grave Ornaments, 
 _ Legat. I wikattend upon your Lordthips leyfure, 
 Win. Now W inchetter will not{ubmit,1 tow, 
 
 __ | Or be inferiour to the proudeft Peere; 
 
 | Humfrey of Glofter,thou thalt well perceive, 
 
 That neither in birth,or for authority, 
 
 The Bithop will be over-borne by thee: 
 Ile either make thee ftoope,and bend thy knee, 
 
 Q@ facke this Country with a mutiny. 
 
 Excunt. 
 
 Scena Tertia: 
 
 ne, 
 
 Enter Charles , Burgundy,» Alan{on,Baftard, 
 Resgnser and Lone. \ 
 
 Char. Thefe newes {my Lords) may cheere our droo- 
 ping {pirits: 
 | Tis faid,the tout Parifians do revolt, 
 __| And returne againe untothe warlike French. 5... 
 
 clan. Then masch to Paris Royalt Charles of France, 
 And keepe not backe your power in dalliance. 
 
 Puc. Peace be amongft them if they turne tous, 
 __{ Elferuine combate with their Pallaces. 
 
 Enter Scout. 
 
 Scout, Succefle unto our valiant General, 
 
 And happinefle to his accomplices. 
 
 | Scone. The Englifh Army that dévided was 
 | Intotwo parties,is pow conjoyn’d in one, 
 +} And meanes to give yoa battell prefcntly. 
 Char: Somewhat toofodaine Sirs,the warning is, 
 __ | But we will prefently provide for them. 
 ‘|. Bar. I truft the Ghoft of Talbor is not there: 
 Now he is gone my Lord,you neede not feare. 
 Puc. Of all bafe paflions,Feare is moft aecurft. 
 ~ {Command the Conqueft (harles, it thall be thine: 
 ; Let Henry fret,andallthe world repines ; 
 | (bar, Then on my Lords,and France be fortunate. 
 Rie: Extunt. Alarum. Excurfiews, 
 
 Enter Tone de Pucell. 
 
 if |. Pee. The Regentconquers , aind:the Frenchmen Aye. 
 | Now pepe ye charming Spelles aad Periapts, 
 
 ¥ | And ye choyfefpirits that admonith me, 
 
 _ | And give me fignes of fiature accidents. 
 
 4 Moalechdticleete his melebiistens 
 
 & ited | 
 
 Thunder. ° 
 
 The fecond Part of K ing es the Sixt. 
 
 Exennts 
 
 No fhape bat his can pleafe your datity eye. 
 
 Char. What tidings fend our Scouts?l prethee fj peak, : 
 
 ds 
 
 Vnder the Lordly. Monarch of theNorth, 
 Appcare,and ayde me in this enterprize. 
 Enter Friends, — 
 This {peedy and quicke appearance atgues proofe 
 your accuftonyd diligence to me. 
 Now ye Familiar Spirits,that arecull’d 
 Out of the powerfuil Regions under carth, 
 Helpe me this once,that Frange may get the Fi: 
 : T hey walbeand fi D #ORs 
 Oh hold me not with filence shen . 
 Where I was wont to feed you with my blood; 
 Ue lopa member offand giveit you, 
 In carneft of a further benefit: 
 So you do condefcendto helpe me now. 
 oR They bang their beads. 
 No hope to have redvefle? My body thalk 
 Pay recompence,if you will graunt my fuite, 
 They fake thesr beads. 
 Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice, 
 Tntreate you to your wonted furtherance? 
 _ Then take my foulesmy body, fouie,endall, 
 Before that Engiand give the French the toyle. 
 1 hey depart. 
 See,they for fake me.Now the time is come, 
 That France mutt vale her lofiy plumed Creft, 
 And let her head fall into Englands Ja ppes 
 My ancient Incantations are too weake, 
 And heil too ftrong for me to buckle with: 
 
 Now France,thy giory droopeth to the dufte .. Exit. 
 
 Excurfions, Burgundy and Yorke fight hand to 
 
 hand, French fire, 
 
 Yorke. Damfell of France , I thinkeI have you faft, 
 Vaichaine your {pisits now with {peiling Charines, 
 And try if they can gaine your liberty. 
 
 A goodly prize, tit for the divels grace. 
 
 Se: how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes, 
 
 Asif with Circe , the would change my fhape. 
 uc. Chang'd toa worfer fhapethou cantt not be: : 
 Tor, Ob, harlesthe Dalphinis a proper man, 
 
 Pac. A plaguing mifcheefe light on Charles,and thee, 
 And may ye both be fodainly turpriz’d 
 By blondy hands, in flecping on your beds: 
 Torke. Fell banning Hagge, Inchantreffe holdithy 
 tongues . 
 Pue, I pretheegiveme leave tocurfe awhile.. 
 Tor. Curfe Mifcreant,when thoucomft tothe fiake 
 
 : Exeunt. 
 Alarum. Enter Suffolke with Margaret 
 
 an his hand. 
 
 Suff. Be what thou wilt,thou art myprifoner. 
 Ly Gazes on her. 
 Oh Faireft Beauty, donot fearenor fle: ; 
 For I will touch thee but withrevevend hands, 
 T kiffe thefe fingers for eternali.peace, ; 
 And lay them gently on'thy tender fide. 
 Whoart thou,{ayethat I may honor thee. 
 (Mar. Margaret my name,and daughter to a King, 
 The King of Naples,who fo ere thou art MT As 
 Suf. And Earle I am,and Suffolkeam I call’dy » 
 Be not offended Natures myracle, tb 23) 
 Thou artalotted to be tane by me: H 
 So doth the Swan her downy Cignets fave,» - 
 n 2 Keep- | 
 
T he firft Part of King Henry rhe Sixth. 
 
 Keeping them prifoner underneath hir wings: 
 Yet if this fervile ufage once offend, 
 Go, and be free againe,as Suffolkes friend. 
 Oh ftay:1 have no power to let her pafie, 
 My hand would free her, but my heart {ayes no- 
 As playes the Sune upon the glaffie ftreames, 
 Twinkling another counterfetted beame, 
 So feemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes, 
 Faitie would I-wooe her, yet 1 dare not {peake: 
 He call for Pen and Inke,and write my minde: 
 Fye De la Pofe,difable not thy felfe: 
 Hatt not a Tonguea!s the not heere thy prifoner? 
 Wilt thou be daunted ata Womans fight? 
 [:Beauties Princely Majetty is fuch, 
 Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough. 
 (Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke,if thy name be fo, 
 What ranfome mutt I pay before I pafie? 
 For I perceive 1 am thy prifoner. 
 Suf. How canft thou tell the will deny thy fuite, 
 Before thon makea triall of her love? 
 M. Why {peak’ftthou not? What ranfom muft I pray? 
 Sf. She's beautifull; and therefore to be Weoed: 
 Sheis a’ Woman,therefore to be Wonne. 
 Mar. Wilt thou accept of ranfome,yea or no? 
 Suf. Fond man, remember that thou hafta wife; 
 Then how can (Margaret bethy Paramour? 
 (Mar. L were beft to leave him, for he will not heare- 
 Suf. There all is mart’dsthere lies a cooling card. 
 ¢Mar. He talkes at randon:fure the man is mad. 
 Suf.And yet adifpenfation may be had. 
 (Mars And yet 1 wouldthat you would anfwer me: 
 Suf. lle win this Lady (Margaret.For whom? 
 Why for my King:T uth,that’sa woodden thing. 
 Mar He talkes of wood:It is fome Carpenters 
 Sufe Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfied, 
 And peace eftablithed betweene thele Realmes. 
 But there remaines a fcruple in thattoo: 
 _} Forthongh her Father be the King of Naples, 
 Duke of e4njouand Mayne,yet is he poore, 
 And:our Nobility will fcorne the match. 
 (Mar. Heare ye Captaine? Are you not at leafare? 
 | Saf. It fhall be fo, ifdaine they ne’re fo much? ~ 
 Henry is youthfull,and will quickly yeeld. ae 
 Madam, I havea fecret to reveale- 
 ‘Mar. Whatthough I be inthral'd , he feems a knight, 
 Andwillnot any waydifhonor me. 
 Suf. Lady ,vouchfafe to liften what I fay. 
 ¢Mar.Perhaps I fhall be refcu’d by the French, 
 And then I need not crave his curtefie. 
 Suf, Sweet Madam,give me hearing if a caufe. 
 Jar, Toth, women have bene captivate ere NOW. 
 Suf. Lady wherefore talke you fo? 
 Mar. \ cry you mercy ,’tis bur Quid for Qur. 
 Suf. Say gentle Princefle,would you not fuppofe 
 Your bondage happy,to be made a Queene? 
 Mar. To be a Queene in bondage,is more vile, 
 Than is a flave,in bate fervility: 
 For Princes fhould:befree. 
 Saf. And fo fhall you, 9 3 Heres beset Fics f 
 Ifhappy Englands Royall King be fretei ortsisotly 
 Mar. Why what concernes his freedome unto mee? 
 Suf. Tle undertaketo make thee Henrses Queene, - 
 To puta Golden Scepter in thy hand acy 
 And fet aprecious Crowne npon thy head, 
 If thou wilt condefcend to be my ——- 
 Mar. What? >: iat VW soil HAY 
 
 She is going. 
 
 Swf. His love. ; 
 (Mar. 1 am unworthy to be Henries wife: 
 Suf. No gentle Madam, Tusworthy am 
 To wooe fo faire a Dame to be his wife, 
 ‘And have no portion in the choice my felfe. 
 How fay you Madam,are ye fo content? 
 Mar. And if my Father pleafe, I am content. 
 
 Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Coloursforth, |. 
 
 And Madam,at your Fathers Caftle walles, 
 Weel crave a parley,to conferre with him. 
 Sound. — Enter Reignier on the Waltes. 
 
 See Reignier fee,thy daughter prifoner- 
 
 Reig. To whom? 
 
 Suf.To me. 
 
 Reig. Suffolke, what remedy? 
 ] ama Souldier, and unaptto weepe, 
 Orto exclaime on Fortunes fickleneffe. 
 
 Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord, 
 Confent,and for thy Honor give confent, 
 Thy daughter fhall be wedded to my King, 
 
 Whom I with paine have wooed and wonne thereto: A 
 
 And this her eafie held imprifonment, 
 Hath gain’d thy daughter Princely liberty. 
 
 Reig«Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes? nay \ a 
 
 Suf. Faire Adargaret knowes, 
 That Suffolke doth not flatter, face,or faine. 
 Reig. V ponthy Princely warrant,] defcend, 
 Togive thee an{wer of thy ju demand. 
 
 Swf. And heere I will expect thy comming. 
 
 Trumpets Jonna. Enter Reignier. 
 
 Reig. Welcome brave Barle into our Territories, 
 Command in Anjos what your Honor pleafes. 
 
 Suf. Thankes Reégnier happy for fo {weet a Childe, | | 
 
 Fitto be made companion with a King: 
 What anfwer makes your Grace unto my foite? -/ 
 
 Reig. Since thou doft daigne to wooe her little worth 
 To be the Princely Brideof fuch a Lord: ths 
 V pon condition I may quietly bru 
 
 Enjoy mine owne,the Country Aaine and Anjon, mh 
 
 Free from oppreffion,or the ftroke of Warre, 
 My daughter (hall be Henries,if he pleafe. 
 
 Swf. That ishervaniome, I deliver her, 
 And thofe two Counties I willundertake 
 Your Grace fhall well and quietly enjoy. pee, | 
 
 Reig. And I againe in Henries Royallmame, sil: | 
 
 As Deputy unto that gracious King, We 
 Givethee her hand for figne of plighted faith. 
 
 Suf, Reignier of France, | givethee Kingly thankess) | 
 
 Becanfethis isin Traificke ofa King, 
 And yet methinkes I could be well content 
 To be mine owne Atturney inthis cafe. 
 Ile overthen to England with this-newes, 
 And make this marriage to be folemmniz’d: ita 
 So farewell Reignier,fct this Diamond fafe. Sy 
 In Golden Pallacesias it becomess 1 re 
 Reig. 1 do embrace thee,as I would-embrace 
 The Chriftiah Prince King Heury were he heeres q 
 Mar. Farewell my Lord,good withes,praife.& prayers; 
 Shall Suffolke ever have of Margaret, Sheets § i 
 ~- Swf Barewel {weet Madam:but hearke you Adargé 
 No Princely.commendationsto:my King?) 9" 
 Mar. Such commendations as becomesaMaidey’"" —) 
 A Virgin,and his Servant,fay tohim. 912! 
 Swf. Words fweetly plac’d,and modeftly direé 
 
 as = SS Ss as _— 
 
 a 
 
But Madame,] mutt trouble you againe, 
 Noloving Token tohis Majefty? 
 Mar. Yes,my good Lord,a pure un{potted heart, 
 | Never yet taint with love,I fend the King. 
 Swf. And this withall. Kiffe her. 
 | _ Mar. That for thy felfe,I will not fo prefume, 
 | To fend fuch peevith tokens toa King. 
 | _ Sef Oh wert thou for my felfe:but Swfolke ftay, 
 Thou mayeft not wander in that Labyrinth, 
 There Minotaursand ugly Treafonslurke. 
 Solicite Henry with her wonderous praife, 
 | Bethinke thee on her Vertues that {urmount, 
 Made naturall Graces thatextinguith Art, 
 } Repeate their femblance often onthe Seas, 
 | That whenthoucom’ft to kneele at Henties feete, 
 | Thou may eft bereave him of his wits with wonder, xi. 
 
 Enter Yorke Warwicke,Shepheard,Pucelt. 
 Yor. Bring forth that Sorcerefle condemn’d to burne: 
 | __ Shep. Ah Jone, this kils thy Fathers heart out-right, 
 Have I fought every Countrey farre and neere, 
 j And now itis my chance to finde thee out, 
 Mutt I behold thy timeleffe cruell death: 
 } Ah Jone,fweet daughter Ie die with thee. 
 | PacuDecrepit Mifersbafe ignoble Wretch, 
 Tam defcended of agentler blood. 
 Thou art no Father,nor no Friend of mine. 
 | _ Shep. Out; out:My Lords,and pleafe you, “tis not fo, 
 I did beget her,allthe Parith knowes: 
 _ | Her Mother liveth yet,can teftifie . 
 | She was the firtt fruite of my Bach’ler-fhip, 
 War. Gracelefle, wil thou deny thy. Parentagé? 
 wi Yor. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene, 
 __ | Wicked and vile,and fo her death concludes. > 
 |. Shep. Fye Zone,that thou wilt be fo obftacle: 
 God knowes,thouart'a Collop of my fleth, 
 And for thy fake have I (hed many a teare: 
 Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Jone. 
 _ Pae. Pezantavants You have fuborn’d this man 
 Of purpofe,.to obfcure miy Noble birth. 
 Shep.’ Tis true, I gavea Noble tothe Prieft, 
 The morné that I was wedded to her mother. 
 Kneele downe and take my bleffing,good my Gyrle. 
 Wilt thou not ftoope? Now curfed be the time 
 Of thy nativity:I'wouldthe Milke 
 Thy mother gavethee when thou fick’dft her brefty 
 Had bin adittle Rats-bane for thy fake. 
 Or elfe,when thou didht keepe my Lambes a field, 
 I with fome ravenous Wolfe had eaten t 
 Doeft thowdeny thy Father,curfed Drab? 
 O burne her,burne her hanging is too good. 
 | _ Yr. Take ber away, for fhe hath liv’dtoo long, 
 | Tofill the world with vicious qualities. 
 |. Puc. Firft let metell you whom you have condemn’d; 
 Not me, begotten ofa Shepheard Swaine, 
 _ ) Butiffued from the Progeny of Kings. 
 __ | Vertuous and Holy, chofen from above; 
 Byin{pirarion of Celeftiall Grace, 
 To worke exceeding miracles oneatthy 
 _ | Enever had to do with wicked Spirits, 
 ji” | Bat youthat are polluted with your luttes, . 
 {|_| Stain’d withthe guiltleffe blood of Innocents, 
 on eke 5 and tainted with athoufand Vices: 
 y ; Becanfe you want the grace that others have, 
 Wm | You judgeit ftraight athing impoffible 
 Bo To compaffe Wonders,but by helpe of divelss 
 ‘if = sua See 
 
 Exit, 
 
 : : The firft Part of K ing Henry the Sixth, | 
 
 ) Nomifconceived, Zone of Aire hath beene ‘ 
 A Virgin from her tender infancy, : ; 
 Chafte,and immaculate in very thought, 
 
 W hole Maiden-blood thus rigorouily effus’d; 
 Will cry for Vengeance,at the Gates of Heaven: 
 Yor. },T:away with her to execution. 
 War and hearke ye firs:becaufe fhe isa Maide, 
 Spare for no Faggots, let there be enow: 
 Place barrelles of pitch upon the fatall ftake, 
 That fo her torture may be fhortned. 
 Pac. Will nothing turne your unrelenting hearts?’ 
 Then Jone difcovet thine infirmity, 
 That warranteth by Law,to be thy priviledge. 
 Tam with childe ye bloody Homicides: 
 Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe, 
 Although ye hale me toa violent deaths 
 Yor, Now heaven forfend,the holy Maid with child? 
 War. The greateft miracle that ere ye wrought: 
 Is all your ftri& preeileneffe come to this? 
 Yor. She and the Dolphin have bin jugling, 
 Idid imagine what would be her refuge. 
 war. Well go to,we wil haveno Baftards live, 
 Efpecially fince Charles muft Father it. 
 Pae. You are deceiv’d,my childe is none of his, 
 
 It was e-4lan/on that injoy’d my love. 
 
 Yor. »4/anfon that notorious Macheyile? 
 
 Itdyes,and if it hada thoufand lives. 
 
 Puc. Oh give me leave, have deluded you, 
 "Twas neither (harles aor yet the Duke i nam’d : 
 But Resgnier King of Naplesthat prevail’d. 
 War. A married man!that’s moft intolerable. 
 Yor. W hy here’sa Gyrle : Ithiake the knowes not wel 
 
 (There were fo em whom fhe may accufe. 
 
 War. It’s figne the had beene liberal and free. 
 Tor. And yet forfooth theisa Virgin purey 
 
 Strumpet,thy words condemnethy Brat,and thee. 
 
 Vie no intreaty,for it isin vaine, 
 
 Pu. Then lead me hence:with whom I leave my curfe. 
 _May never glorious Sanne reflex his beames 
 
 Vpon the Countrey where you make abode: 
 
 But darkneffe,and the gloomy thade of death 
 
 Inviron you, till Mifcheefe and Depaire, 
 
 Drive you to break your necks,or hang your felves. Exit. 
 
 Enter (ardinall, 
 _ Yor. Breake thou in peeces,and confume to afhes, 
 You fowle accurfed minifter of Hell. 
 Car. Lord Regent,I do greete your Excellence 
 
 With Letters of Commiffion fiom the King. 
 
 For know my Lords,the States of Chrittendome 5 
 Mov’d with remorfe of thefe out-ragious broyles, 
 Have earneftly implor’d a generall pezce, 
 Betwixt our Natior,and th’a{pyring French; 
 
 And heere at hand, the eh se and his Traine 
 Approacheth,to ccnferre about fome matters, 
 
 Yor. Isall our travell turn’d to this effee, 
 
 After theflaughter of fo many Peeres, — 
 
 So many Captaines, Gentlemen,and Sonldiers, 
 That in this quarrell have beeene overthrowne, 
 And fold their bodies for their Countries benefit, 
 Shall we at laft conclude effeminate peace? 
 Have we not loft moft part ofall the Townes, 
 By treafon, Falfhood,and by Treachery, 
 Our great Progenitors had conquered? 
 Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I forefee with ereefe 
 The utter loffe of all the Realme of France, 
 War.Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace 
 
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It {hall be with fach frict and fevere Covenants, 
 Aslittle fhiall che Frenchmen gaine thereby. 
 
 Emer Charles, Alan[or,B aftard, Reigater., 
 
 Char. Since Lords of England, it is thus agreed, 
 That peacefull truce fhall be proclaim’d.in France, 
 We come to be informed by your felves, 
 
 What the conditions of thatleaguemuft be. 
 
 Yor. Speake Winchelter,for boyling choller chokes 
 The hollow paflage of my poyfon’d voice, 
 By fight of thefe our balefuil enemies. 
 
 Win. Charles, and the reft, it is enacted thus: .. « 
 
 That in regard King Henry gives confent, 
 Of meere compaiiion,and of lenity, 
 To eae your Country of diftreflefull Warre, 
 ‘And fuffer you to breathe in fruictull peace, 
 You fhall become true Liegemeh to his Crowne. 
 And Charles, upon condition thou wilt {weare 
 To pay him tribate,and {ubmit thy felfe, 
 * Thou fhalt be plac’d as. Viceroy under him, 
 And {till enjoy thy Regall dignity. 
 Alan. Mutt he be then as thadow of himfei fe? 
 Adorne his Temples with a Coronet, 
 And vet in fubitance and authority, 
  Retaine but priviledge of a private man? 
 This proffer is abfurd,and'reafonlefle. 
 
 Char, Tis knowne already that.am poffeft 
 With more then haifethe Gallian Territories, 
 Andtherein reverenc’d for their Jawfull King. 
 Shal! I for lucre of the reft un-vanguifht, 
 Detract fo much from that-prerogative, 
 
 ‘As to be call’d but Viceroy of the whole? 
 No Lord Ambaflador, lle rather keepe 
 That which I have,than coveting for more ia 
 Be caft from poffibility of all. 
 Yor. Infulting Charles, haft thon by fecret meanes 
 Vs-d interceflion to obtainea league, 
 And now the matter growes to compremize, 
 Stand ft thou aloofe upon Compariton. 
 Either accept the Titlethou ufurp tt, 
 Of benefit proocecding from on; King, 
 And not of any challenge of Defert, 
 Or we will plague thee with inceflant Wartes. 
 Reig. My Lord,you do not well in obftinacy, 
 To cavill inthe courfe of this Contract: 
 If onceit be neglected, ten to one ‘ 
 We fhall not finde like opportunity. 
 
 Alan. To fay the truth, it is your policy, 
 To fave your Subjects trom uch maflecre 
 And ruchleffe flanghters as.are daily feene 
 By our proceeding in Hottility. 
 
 And therefore take this compact of a Truce, 
 Although you breake it, when your picafureferves, 
 War. How fayft thou Charles? . 
 Shall our Condition ftande Ke 
 
 Char. It Shall: 
 
 Onely referv’d,youclaime no intereft 
 In any of our Townes of Garrifon, 
 
 Yor. Then fweare Allegeance to his Majefty, 
 
 Asthou art Knight,never todifobcy, ; 
 
 Nor be Rebelliousto the Crowne of England, _ 
 
 Thou nor thy Nobles,to the Crowne of England. 
 
 So, now di{miffe your Army when ye pleafe: 
 
 Hang up your Enfignes, let your Drummes be fill, 
 
 For heere we entertaine a folemne peace. Exeunt. 
 
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 The firft Part of King Henry the 
 
 “OF beaateous Margaret hath altonithid 
 
 | Provokes the mightieft Hulkeagainft thetide, 7 
 
 Sixth. 
 
 Enter Suffolke in conference with the Kings. 
 
 ; cap y- : Glocefter,and Exeter. F wel 
 King. Your wondrous rate deferi tion{nebie aii 
 ifhid meznA See 
 
 cage 
 Bet SN 
 
 a ee ee Re as ee estes te ke ee 
 
 Her vertues graced with externall gifts, ss 
 Do breed Loves fetled paffions in myheart, 9b) of 
 And like as rigourot tempeftuous guftes ie 
 
 Soam I driven by breath of her Renownes 
 Either to {uffer Sphipwracke, or arrive / ost soso 8 
 Where I may have fiuition of her Loues) + cid ie 
 . Saf, Tuth my good Lord,this furperficiall tale,*\)) 2 
 Is but a'tpreface of her worthy praile: {ros hae, 
 The cheefe perfections of that lovely Dame, 
 (Had 1 forficient'skillto utter them) yas QOH 
 Would makea volume of inticing lines, 
 Ableto ravifh any-dull conceite So 
 And which is more,the is notfo Divine, 
 So fiull repleate with choice of all delights; TA ae 
 But with as humble lowlineffe of minde, oy) eas 
 She is content to beatyour command: ) 7) 0! 
 Command Imeane,of Vertuons chafteintents;” | 
 Tolove,and Honor Henryas her Lord. 7 lahat 
 King. And otherwile,will Henry ne're prefuthes | 
 Therefore my Lord Protectorjgive confents soiSb ff 
 That Marg ree may be Englands Royall Queente: | °~ 
 Glo. So {hould give ’confent to flatter fines 36" 
 You know(my Lord)your Highnefieis betroathid. © | 1 
 Vnto another Lady of efteemey >.>, | gto 
 How fhall we then difpence with that contratts ss 
 And not deface your Honor with teproach? ». 9.9) 
 Swf. As dotha Ruler with unlawfullOathes, ~~ 
 Or one that at aTtiumph, having ‘vow'd vy Sas bo» 
 To try his ftrength;forfaketh yet the Liftes of ay © 
 By reafon of his Adverfaries oddese: 81 29/007” 
 A poore Earles daughter isunequalhoddes, | yi 
 And therefore may be broke without offerices 9 
 Glow Why what(I pray )is Afargarer more than’ 
 Her Father is no betrer than an Earle, 7 slong 
 Although in glorious: Titles he excell. (igded 
 Suf.Y es my good Lord, her Father is a King, :.o1 9 
 The King of Naples,and Ierufalem; na 
 And of {uch great Authority in France; J 
 As hisalliance will confirme-onr peace, 
 And Keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance- 
 Glo. And {o the Earle of Arminacke may 
 Becaufe he is neere Kinfman unto (harles. «0. 
 «  Exet. Befigde, hiswealth doth warrant liberall 
 Where Reignier fooner willreceive,than gives: 
 « Saf. A Dowre my Lords? Difgrace not fo your 
 That he fhould be-fo abjedt, bafe,and poore, + 
 Tochoofefor wealth,and not for perfect Love- 
 Henry is ableto enrich his Queene, 
 And not to feeke a Queene to make him rich: « 
 So worthleffe Pezants bargainefor their Wives. 
 As Market men for Oxen,Sheepe,or Horfee. 000 
 But marriage isa matter.of more worth, 
 Then to be dealt in by Atturtiey-fhips 20s) = 
 Not whomi we will,but whom his Grace affedtss 
 Matt be companion of his Nuptiall bed. 
 And therefore Lords,fince he affeéts her mofts:< 7 
 Mott of all thefe reafons bindeth us, : bik 1qE 
 In our opinions fhe fhouldbe preferr’dy 50 
 For what is wedlocke forced,butaHell, 52 09 
 Anage of difcord.and continuall ftrife? © > 
 
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 King, q . 
 
The firf Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliffe, Take thercfore fhipping,pofte my Lord to France, 
 { And is apatterne of Celefttall peace. ; Agree to any covenants,and procure : 
 Whom fhould we match with Henry being aKing, That Lady (Margaret do vouchlafe to tome 
 
 | But Adargarer,that isdaughter toa King? To croffe the Seas to England, and be crown’d 
 4 Her peercleffe feature, joyned with her birth, _ | King Henries faichful! and annoiated Queeric, 
 Approves her fit for none,but for a King. For your expences and fuvficient charge, 
 | Her valiant courage,and undaunted {pirit, , Among the people gather up atenth. “\ 
 (More then in womeh comionly is {Gene} t Be gone I fay for till you do ret artic, : 
 Willanfwer our hope in iffue of a King: ; I reft perplexed with a thoufand Cares.” © 
 For Henry, fonne unto a Conqueror, } And you(good Vnckle)banith all offence: 
 Islikely to beget more Conquerors, '_. | Ifyourdo cenfiire me,'by what you were, 
 ] If witha Lady of fohightefolve, 0. a Not whatyouare,I know it willexeufe 
 | (Asisfaire Margaret) he be link’dinlover » <» <; ~} Thisfodaineexecution of my will. 
 | Then yeeld my Lords,and heere conclude with mee,” | And fo condu& me, where from-company, 
 } That AZargaret thall be Queene, and none but thee: I may revolve and ruminate my greefe. Exit, 
 King. Whether it be throngh force of your report, GloeI,greefel feareme, both at firft and laft. 
 My Noble Lord of Suffolke : Or for, that 7, bat Exit Gloceffer. 
 | My tender youth wasnever yetateaint Swf. Thus Suffolke hath prevail’dyand thus he goes 
 | With any paffion of inflaming love, As did the youthtull Paris once to Greece, 
 | Icannot tell:but this I am affur'd, ; With hope to finde the like event in love, 
 | I feelefirch fharpe diffention in my breaft;' But profper better than the Trojan did: 
 Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare, Margaret fhall now be Queene,and rule the King; 
 | Aslam ficke with working of my thoughts. But T will rule both her,the King,and Realme. Gi? 
 
t) 
 
 The econd 
 
 aC 
 
 -yvith the death of the Good Duke 
 HVMFREY. 
 
 eAblus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Floutifh of Trommpers:Then Hoboyes. 
 Emer King, Dake Humfrey, Salisbury ,Warwicke,and Beau 
 
 ford onthe one fide. 
 The Queene, Suffolke.Vorke, Somirfet ana Buckingham, 
 
 onthe other. 
 
 Suffolke. ? 
 (@% S by your high Imperiall Majefty, 
 NYE es in charge at my depart for France, 
 ‘ As Procurator to your Excellence, 
 Heese To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace; 
 Soin the Famous Ancient City,Zo#res, 
 In prefence of the Kings of Franceand Sicsll, 
 The Dukes of OrleancesCalaber,Britaigne, Alanfon, 
 Seven Earles,twelve Barons,& twenty reverend Bifhops 
 I have perform’d my ‘Faske,and was efpous d, 
 And humbly now upon my bended ktiee, 
 | In fight of England,and her Lordly Pecres, 
 Deliver up my Titleinthe Queene, 
 To your moft gracious hand, that are the Subftance 
 Of that great Shadow I did reprefent: : 
 The happieft Gift,that ever Marquefle gave, 
 The Faireft Queene,that ever King receiv'de 
 King. Suffolke arife-W elcome Queene Margaret, 
 I can expreffe no kinder figne of Love : 
 Then this kinde kiffe:O Lord, that lends me life, 
 Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulneffes 
 For thou hatt given me in this beauteous Face 
 A world of earthly bleffings to my fonle, 
 If Simpathy of Love unite ourthonghts, = 
 Que. Great King of England,and my gracious Lord, 
 The mutuail conference that my minde hath had, 
 By day,by night;waking, and in my dreames, 
 In Courtly company,or.at my Beades, 
 With you mine e 4/der liefe/t Soveraigne, 
 Makes methe bolder to falute my King, 
 With ruder termes, {uch as my wit affoords, 
 And over joy of heart doth minitter. ; 
 King. Her fight did ravith,but her grace in Speech, 
 Her words yclad with wifedomes Majefty, 
 Makes me from Wondring,fall to Weeping joyes, 
 Suchis the Futnefie of my hearts content. 
 Lords, with one cheerefull voice, Welcome my Love- 
 All keel.Long live Qu. Margaret Evglands happines. 
 Quee. We thanke you all. Flonrifh 
 
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 Suf. My Lord Protector, fo it pleafe your Grace,» | 
 Here are the Articles of contracted peace, ay da 
 Betweene our Soveraigne, and the French King Charles, 
 For eightcene moneths concluded by confent, 
 
 Glo. Reads. Inprimis, Itis agreed berweene the French K. 
 Charles and William dela Pole Marqneffe of SuffolkeeAm= 
 baffador for Henry K: ing of E ngland,T bat the [asd Henry foal 
 efpoufe the Lady Margaret , daughter unto Reignser King of 
 Naples, Sicillia, and Ierufalem, and Crowne her 
 England,ere the thirtieth of May next enfuing. 
 
 Item, That the Dutchy of Anjou and the County of Maine 
 
 Soallbereleafedand delivered to the King her fat 
 King. Vnkle, how now? 
 Glo. Pardonme gracious Lord, 
 Some fodaine qualme hath ftrucke me at the heart, 
 And dim’d mineeyes,that I can reade no further. 
 King. Vinckle of Winchefter, I pray readeone 
 Win. cen’, [+ is further agreed berweene them , That the 
 
 Dutcheffe of Anjou and Maine,foal be releafed and delivered | 
 over to the King her Father, and foee fent over of | the King of 
 
 a aglands ovwne proper Cost and (barges , without laving any 
 
 owry. i 
 King. They pleafe us well.Lord Marques kneel down | 
 
 We heere create thee the firft Duke of Suffolke, 
 And girt thee withthe Sword. Cefn of Yorke, 
 We heere difcharge your Grace from being Regent 
 I'th parts of France,till terme of cighteene Moneths 
 Be fullexpyr'd. Thankes Vnckle Winchefter, 
 Glofter, Yorke, Buckingham,and Somerfet, 
 Salisbury,and Warwicke. 
 We thanke you all forthis great favour done, 
 
 In entertainment to my Princely Queene. 
 Come, let usin, and with all {peede provide 
 Tofce her Coronation be perform’d. 
 
 Exeunt King, Queene, and Suffelke. 
 
 CManent the ref. 
 
 Glo. Brave Pceres of England, Pillars of the State, — ao. 
 
 To you Duke Hwmfrey muft unload his greefe- 
 Your greefe,the common greefe of all the Land. 
 What?did my brother Heary {pend his youth, 
 
 His valour, coine,and people in the warres? 
 
 Did he fooften lodgein open field, > ae 
 In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate, 
 To conquer France,his true inheritance? 
 
 And did my brother Bedfordtoylehiswits, 
 
 Partof King a 
 
ih 
 
 | She fhould have fai 
 
 To keepe by policy what Henry got: 
 Have you your felves,Somerfet, Buckingham, 
 Brave Yorke, Salisbury, and victorious Warvicke, 
 Received deepe {carresin Franceand Normandy: 
 Or hath mine Vacke Beauford, and my felfe, 
 With all the Learned Counfell of the Realme, 
 Studied fo long, fat in the Councell houfe, 
 Early and late,debating too and fro 
 How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, 
 And hath his Highneffe in his infancy, 
 Crowned in Parisin defpight of foes, 
 And fhall thefe Labours,and thefe Honours dye? 
 Shall Henries Conquett , Bedfords vigilance, 
 Your Deeds of Warre,and all our Counfelldye? 
 O Peeres of England, fhamefull is this League; 
 
 ' Fatall this Marriage,cancelling your Fame ; 
 
 Blotting your names from Bookes of memory, 
 Racing the Characters of your Renowne, 
 
 | Defacing Monuments of Conquer’d France, 
 
 -Vndoing all asall had never bin, 
 
 .__ Car. Nephew, what meanes this paffionate difcourfe? 
 
 This peroration with fuch circumftance: 
 For France,’tis ours ; and we will keepe it ftill, 
 Gle.1 Vackle, we wilt keepe it,if we can: 
 
 But now it isimpoffible we fhould. 
 
 Suffolke, the new made Duke that rules the roft, 
 Hath giventhe Dutchy of Anjouand Maine, 
 -Ynto the poore King Reigmer,whofe large ftyle 
 
 Agrees not with the leanneffe of his purte. 
 
 Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all, 
 
 | Thefe Counties were the Keyes of Normansie: 
 
 But wherefore weepes Warwicke,my valiant fone? 
 War. For grecfe that they are paft recovery 
 For were there hope to conquer them againe, 
 My {word fhould fhed hot blood,mine eyes no teares- 
 Anjou and Magne? My felfedid winthem both: . 
 | Thofe Provinces thefe Armes of mine did conquer, 
 ’ And are the Citties that } got with wounds, 
 Deliver’d upiagaine with peacefull words? 
 Mort Dies. 
 Yor. For fuffolkes Duke,may he be fiffocate, 
 ' Thardimsthe Honor of this Warlike Ifle: 
 ) France fhould have torne and rent my very heart, 
 | Before I would have yeeldedto this League. 
 ‘I never read but Englands Kings have had 
 Large fummes of Gold,and Dowries with their wives, 
 And our King Henry gives away his owne, 
 To match with her that brings no vantages. 
 um. A proper jeft,and-never heard before, 
 That Suffolke fhould demand a whole Fifteenth, 
 For Cofts and Chargesin tranfporting her: 
 d in France; and f{tery’d in France 
 
 Before 
 Car. My Lord of Glofter,now ye grow too hot; 
 
 It was the p!eafure of my Lordthe King. 
 _ Hum. My Lord of Winchefter L know your mindes 
 *Tis not my {peeches that you do miflike: 
 
 But ‘tismy prefence that doth trouble ye, 
 
 Rancour will out, proud Prelateyin thy face 
 
 T {ce thy fury:1f I longer ftays 
 
 | We ial begin our ancient bickerings:: 
 
 Lordings farewell,and fay whenI.am gone, = 
 T prophefied France willbe loft erelong. Exit Hamfrey. 
 spe © Mt S0, there goes our Protector in arage: | 
 ‘Tis knowne to youhe ismine enemy: > 
 
 Nay more,an enemy untoyou all, 
 
 The fecond Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 _ Defpite Duke Hamfrey,orthe Cardinall. 
 
 While they do rend the profit of the Land. 
 
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 And no great friend, I feare me to the King; 
 Confider Lords , he isthe next of blood, 
 And heyre apparant to the Englifh Crowne: 
 Had Henry got an Empire by his marriage, 
 And ail the wealthy Kingdomes of the Weft; 
 There’s reafon he fhould be difpleas’d at its 
 Looke to it Lords, let not his {moothing words 
 Bewitch your hearts, be wife and circum{pect- 
 What thongh the common people favour him, 
 Calling him, Hunsfrey the good Duke of Glofter, 
 Clapping their hands,and crying with loud voice, 
 Tefu maintaine your Royall Excellence, - 
 With God prefervethe good Duke Humfrey. 
 I feare me Lords, for all this flattering giofle, 
 He will be found a dangerous Protector. 
 Buc. Why fhould he then protect our Soveraigne? 
 He being of age to governe of himfelfe. 
 Cofin of Somerfer,joyne you with me, 
 And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke, 
 Wee'l quickly hoyfe Duke Humfrey from his feat. 
 Car. This weighty bufineffe will not brooke delay, 
 Tle to the Duke of Suffolke prefently. Exit Cardinal. 
 Som. Cofin of Buckingham,though Hamfryes pride 
 And greatnefle of his place be greefe tous, 
 Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal, 
 His infolenceis moreintollerable 
 Then all the Princes in the Land befide, 
 If G lofter be difplac’d, hee’l be Protector. 
 Bue. Or thou,or I Somerfet will be Protector, 
 
 Exit Backingham, and Somer{et. 
 
 Sal. Pride went before, Ambition followes him. 
 While thefe do labour for their owve preferment, 
 Behooves it us tolabor for the Realme. _ 
 I neverfaw but Humfrey Duke of Glofter, 
 Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman: . 
 Oft have I feene the haughty Cardinal. 
 More like a Souldier then a man o’th Church, 
 As ftout and proud as he were Lord ofall, 
 Sweare like a Ruilian,and demeane himfelfe 
 Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale. 
 Warwicke my fonne,the comfort of my age, 
 Thy deeds, thy plainneffe,and thy boufe-keeping, 
 Hath wonne the greateft favour of the Commons, 
 Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey. 
 And Brother Yorke,thy Actsin Ireland, 
 Inbringing them to civill Difcipline: 
 Thy late €xploits done in the heart of France, 
 Whenthou wert Regent for our Soveraigne, 
 Have made thee fear’d and honor'd of the people, 
 Ioyne we together for the publicke good, 
 In what we can;to bridle.and fuppreffe 
 The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinal, 
 With Somerfets and Buckinghams Ambition, 
 And as we may, cherifh Duke Humfties deeds, 
 
 War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loves the Land; 
 And common profit of his Countrey. 
 
 Yor. And fo fayes Yorke, 
 For he hath greateft caufe.' ° 
 
 Sal. Then lets make hafte away, 
 And looke unto the maine? 
 
 Wary. Ynto the maine? ~ 
 
 Oh Father, Maine is loft; 
 That A@aine,which by maine force Wartvicke did winne 
 And would have kept,folong as breath did laft:: . 
 
 Main 
 
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 Main-chance father you meant,butI meant Adaine, 
 Which I will win from France, or elfe be flaine. 
 Exit Warwicke,and Salisbury. Manet Yorke. 
 
 Yorke. eAnjowand Afaime are giventothe French, 
 Parisis loft,the ftate of Normandy 
 Stands on a tickle point,now they are gone: 
 _Suffolke concluded on the Articles, j 
 The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd, 
 To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter. 
 I cannot blame them all, what is’t to them? 
 ’Tis thinethey give away ,and nottheir owne. 
 Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage, 
 | And purchafe Friends,and give to Curtezans, 
 Still revelling like Lordstill ail be gone: 
 While as the filly Owner of the goods _ 
 Weepes over them,and wrings his hapleffe hands, 
 And fhakes his head,and trembling ftands aloofe, 
 While all is fhar'd andall is borne away, 
 Ready to fterve,and dare not touch his owne. 
 So Yorke muft fit, and fret,and bite his tongue, 
 While his owne Lands are bargain’ d for,and fold: 
 Methinkes the Realmes of England,France, and Ireland, 
 Beare that proportion to my flefh and blood, 
 As did the fatall brand A/thaaburnt, 
 Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon: 
 Anjouand Maine both given unto the French? 
 Cold newes for me : for I had hope of France, 
 Even as J have of fertile Englands foile. 
 A day will come,when Yorke fhall claime his owne, 
 And therefore I willtakethe 2evélls parts, 
 And makea thew oflove toproud Duke Humfrey, 
 And when! {py advantage,claime the Crowne, 
 For that’s the Golden. marke I feeke to hit: 
 Nor fhall proud Lancafter ufurpe my right, 
 Nor hold the Scepter in hischildifh Fift, 
 Nor weare the Diadem apon his head, 
 Whofe Church-like humors fits not fora Crownes 
 Then Yorke be ftilla-while,till time do ferve: 
 Watch thou,and wake when others be afleepe, 
 To pric into the fecrets of the State, 
 Fill Henry furferting in joyes of Jove, 
 With his new Bridc, & Englands deere bought Queene, 
 . And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at jarrese 
 Then will I raife aloft the Milke-white-Rofe, 
 With whofe fweer {mellthe Ayre fhall be perfum’d, 
 And in my Standard bearethe Armes of Yorke, 
 Tograpple with the honfe of Lancafter, — 
 And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne, 
 Whofe bookith Rule,hath pull’d faire England downe.- 
 ; Exit Torkes 
 
 Enter Duke Hamsfrey and hts wife Elianor. 
 
 Elia, Why droopes my Lord like over-ripen’d Corn, 
 Hanging the head at Ceresplenteous load? 
 Why doth the Great Duke Hamfrey knit his browes, 
 As frowning at the Favours of the world? 
 
 Why are thine eyes fixt tothe fullen earth, 
 
 Gszing on that which feemes to dimmethy fight? 
 What feeft thou there?King, Henries Diadem, 
 Inchac’d withall the Honors of the world? 
 
 If {o, gaze on,and grovell on thy face, 
 
 Vntillthy head be circled with the fame, 
 
 Put forth thy hand,reach at the glorious Gold. 
 
 What, is’t too fhort ? Ile lengthen it with naine. 
 
 And having both together heav’d.it up, 
 Wee'le both together lift our heads to heaven 
 | And never more abafe our fight folow, 
 
 ? , 
 
 The fecond Part o, : K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
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 As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground. OF 
 
 Hum. O Nel, {weer Ned, if thou dolt love thy 
 
 Banifh the Canker ofambitious thoughts: , es 
 
 ‘And may that thought,when I imagine ill 
 
 Againft my King and Nephew, vertuous Heary, 
 
 Be my laft breathing in this mortall world. 
 
 My troublous dreames this:night,doth make mefad, — | 
 
 Eli. What dream’d my Lord, tell me,and Ile requiteit 
 
 With fweet rehearfallof my mornings dreame? —- | 
 
 Hum. Me thought this:ftaffe mine Ofliice-badge in | 
 Court . 
 
 Was broke in twaine:by whom,I have forgot; 
 
 But as I thinke,ic was by’th Cardinall, 
 
 And on the peeces of the broken Wand 
 
 Were plac’d the heads of Ednsond Duke of Somerfet, | 
 
 Aud William dela Pole firft Duke of Suffolke. vase 
 This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knawes.) | 
 £4. Tut,this was nothing butan argument, 
 That he that breakesa flickéof Glofters grove, 
 Shall lofe his head for his prefumption. 
 But lift tomemy Hurfrey,my fweete Duke: 
 Me thonght I fate in Seate of Majefty,, cies | 
 In the Cathedrail.Churchof Weftmintter, + 
 And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer ccownd, 
 Where Heary and Dame Afargaret kneeledto me, © 
 And on my head did fetthe Diadem. 
 
 Hum. Nay Ehanor,thenmutt I chideoutright: | a 
 
 Prefumptuous Dame, ill-nurter’d E4anor, 
 
 Art thou not fecond Woman in the Realme? 
 
 And the ProteGtors wife belov’d of him? 
 
 Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command, | 
 Above the reach or compafie of thy thought? 
 
 And wilt thou ftill be hammering Treachery, 
 
 To tumble downethy husband,and thy felfe, 
 
 From top of Honor,to Difgraces feete? 3 
 Away from me,and let me heare no more. 
 
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 Elia. What,what,my Lord? Are you fo-chollericke ® 
 With Efanor,for telling butherdreame? i 
 Next time Ile kepe my dreames unto my felfe; oa 
 And not be check’d, : 
 
 Hum. Nay benot angry, 1am pleas’d againe. 
 Enter enger. q | 
 
 Meff. My Lord Protector, ’tis his Highnes pleafure, | 
 You do prepare to ride unto S. eslbons, 7 
 ‘Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke. | 
 
 Hu. 1go.Come X ¢l thou wilt ride with us?&x. Ha | 
 Ela. Yes my good Lord, Te follow prefently. \ 
 Follow I muft,l cannot go before, om 
 While Glofter beares this bafe and humble mindes 
 Were I a Mansa Duke, and next of blood, 
 I would removethefe tedious tumbling blackes, 
 Andfmooth my way upon their headlefle neckese 
 And being a woman, I will not be flacke 
 To play my partin FortunesPageant. 
 Where areyou there?Sir Jobw;nay fearenot man, 
 Wearealone,here’snone but thee,& I, Eater Hamme. 
 Hume. lefus preferve your Royall Majefty. i 
 Eli. What faift thou? Majefty:I am but Grace. 
 
 Senseo str g ofGod,and Humesadvice, | 
 
 Your Graces Title fhall be multiplied.{§ =< M 
 Elia. What faiftthou man?Hatt thou as yet'confer’d 
 
 With Margerie lordane the cunning Witch, | 
 
 With Roger Bokingbreoke the Conjuret? 
 
 And will they undertake to dome good? 
 
 | Hume. This they have promifed,to thew 
 
 A Spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, 
 
 ou Highnes: 
 
A 
 
 That fhall make anfwere to fuch Queftions, 
 As by your Grace fhall be propounded him. 
 
 Ekanor. It is enough, Ile thinkeupon the Queftions: 
 When from Saint e4Mbons we doe make returne; 
 Wee'le fee thofe things effected to the full. 
 Here Hume take this reward; make merry man 
 With thy Confederates in this weighty caufe. 
 
 ; Exit Elsanor. 
 Hum. Hume mutt make merry with the Duchefle Gold: 
 Marry and fhall:but how now,Sir Jobs Hume? 
 Seale up your Lips,and give no words but Mum, 
 The bufineffe asketh filent fecrecy- 
 Dame Elianor gives Gold, to bring the Witch: 
 Gold cannot come amiffe, were fhe a Devill. 
 Yet have I Gold flyes from another Coatt: 
 I dare not fay from the rich Cardinall, ecg 
 And from the greatand new-made Duke of Suffolke; 
 Yet I doe finde it fo:for to be plaine, _ | 
 They(knowing Dame Eéanors a{piring humor) 
 Have hyred me to under-mine the Duchefle, 
 
 And buzze thefe Cunjurations in her brayne. 
 
 They fay,A crafty Knave do’s need no Brokers 
 Yetam I Swffolke and the Cardinalls Broker. 
 Hume,if you take not heed,you fhall goe neere 
 To call them both a payre of crafty Knaves. 
 Well,fo it Qands:and thus I feare at laft. 
 Humes Knavery will be the Duchefle Wracke; 
 
 “And her Attainture,will be Hsmpbhreyes fall: 
 
 Sort how it will,l fhall have Gold for all: Exit 
 
 Enter three or foure Petitioners the Armorérs 
 f (Man being one. 
 
 I., Fet. My Maifters;let’s ftand clofe,my Lord Proy 
 
 tector, will come this way by and by, and then wee may 
 deliver our Supplications in the Quill. 
 2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him, for hee’s a good 
 
 | _{ man, fefu bleffé him. 
 
 Enter §. wffolke,and Dutene. 
 
 Peter. Here xcomes me thinkes,and the Queene with 
 
 _him:Ue bethe firft fure. 
 
 2. Pet, Come backe toole , this isthe Duke of Suffolk, 
 and not my Lord Protector. ; 
 
 Suff. How now fellow:would ft any thing with me? 
 
 1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my 
 Lord Protector. i 
 
 Quee. To my Lord Protector? Are your Supplications 
 to his Lordthip?Let me fee them:what is thine? _ 
 
 I. Pet. Mine is ,and’t pleafe your Grace, againft Zohn 
 Goodman,my Lord Cardinals Ma,for keeping my Houle, 
 and Lands.and Wife and all,from me. Patt 
 
 Suff. Thy Wife too 2 that’s {ome Wrong indeede, 
 
 What's yours? What’s heere? Againft the Duke of Suf- 
 
 folke, for enclofing the Commons of Melforde. How 
 
 now, Sir Knave? faust: 
 2. Pet. Alas Sir , 1am but apoore Petitioner of our 
 
 { whole Townefhip. 
 
 Pet. Again{t my Maifter Thomas Horner for faymg, 
 That the Duke of Yorke was sightfull Heire to the 
 Cr owne. peeoy 4 
 Quece. W hat fay ft thou ? Did the Duke of Yorke fay, 
 hee was rightfull “eireto the Crowne? 
 Pet. That my Miftreffe was? No forfooth:my Maifter 
 faid, That he wasjand that the King was an V{urper, 
 
 The fecond Part of K ine Henry the Sixth. 
 
 123 
 
 — Saf. Who is there? ' 
 
 : Enter Servant. : 
 Take this fellow in,and fend for his Maifter witha Purfe- 
 vant preferitly : wee'Je heare more of your matter before 
 the King, Exit, 
 *, Quee. And as for you that love to be protected 
 Vndet the Wings of our Protectors Grace, 
 Begin your Suites anew,and fue to hime 
 
 Teare the Supplication. 
 
 Away,bafe Cullions: Suffolke letthem goe." 
 
 All. Come,let’s be gone. 
 
 Quee. My Lord of Suffolke, fay,is this the guife? 
 Is this the tafhions inthe Court of England? 
 Is this the Governement of Britaines le? 
 
 And thisthe Royalty of A/bions Kingt 
 
 What, fhall King Heary bea Pupill till, 
 Vnder the furly Glofters Governance? 
 
 Am Ta Queene in Title andin Stile, 
 
 And muft be made a Subje@toaDuke?. 
 
 I tell thee Poole,when inthe Citie Tours 
 Thou ran’ft a-tilt in honor of my Love, 
 
 And ftol’ftaway the Ladies hearts of France; 
 I thought King Henry had refembled thee, 
 In Courage,Court{hip,and Proportion: 
 
 Bat all his minde is bent to Holineffe, 
 
 To number Ave-Adaties on his Beades: genitt 
 His Champions, are the Prophets and Apoftles, 
 His Weapons, holy Sawes of facred Writ, 
 His Study is his Tilt -yard and his Loves 
 
 Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints. 
 
 I would the Colledge of the Cardinals 
 
 Would chufe him Pope,and carry him to Rome, 
 And fet the Triple Crowne upon his Head; 
 
 That were a State fit for his Holinefle, . _ 
 
 Suff. Madame be patient:as I was caufe 
 Your Highneffe came to England, fo will I 
 In England worke your Graces full content: fea 
 
 Quee. Befide the haught Protector, have we Beauford 
 The imperious Churchman; Somer/er, Buckingham, 
 And grumbling Yorke: and not the leaft of thefe, 
 
 But can doe more in Englandthen the King. 
 
 Suff. And he of thefe that can doe mott of all, 
 Cannot doe more in England thenthe Nevilss. 
 Sakisbury and Warwickare no {imple Peeres. - ra 
 
 Quwee. Not all thefe Lords do vex me halfe fomuch, 
 As that prowd Damie,the Lord Protectors Wifes. - 
 
 She fweepes itthough the Court with troups of Ladies, 
 Morelikean Empreffe,then Duke Humphreyes Wife; 
 Strangers in Court, doe take her for the Queene: 
 
 She beares a Dukes Revenewes on her backe, 
 
 And in her heart fhe {cornes our.Poverty: 
 
 Shall I not live to beaveng’d on her? 
 Contempttiousbafe-borne Callot as fhe is, » 
 
 She vaunted ’mongft her Minions t’other day, 
 
 The very trayne of:her, wosft,. wearing Gowne, 
 Wasibetter:-worththenall my Fathers Lands,!? «.. 
 Till Suffolke gave two Dukedomes forhis Daughter: 
 _: Suff. Manian felfe have lym’da Buth for her, 
 
 And plac’t a Quier of fuchenticing Birds, 
 “That fhe will light toliften,to the Layes, 
 And never mounttotrouble you againe. 
 . Solet her reft:and Madanicliftto me, 
 For Iam bold tocounfaile youin this; 
 » Although we fancy northe Cardinall, : 
 Yet mutt we joyne with him and with the Lords. , 
 Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in difgrace, 
 
 Ext. 
 
124. The fecond Part of Henry the Sixt. 
 
 As for the Duke of Yorke,this late Complaint 
 Will make but little for his benefit: _ Hamfrey. 
 So one by one wee’le weed thetn all at aft, et ; ee 
 And you your felfe fhall fteere the happy Helme. E.xit- Humf. Now Lords,my Choller being over-blowne, — 
 With walking once about the Quadrangle, 
 Enter the King, Duke tesfrey,( ardinall, Bucking- 8 I come totalke of Common-wealth Affairese 
 ham,Yorke,Salisbury VVarwicke, As for your {pightfull falfe Objections, 
 
 andthe Ducheffe. Prove them , and I lye open tothe Law: 
 ; But God in mercy {fo deale with my Soule, ( 
 King. For my part,Noble Lords, I care not which, As I in duty love my King and Countrey. hs 
 Or Somerfet,or Torke, all’soneto me. But to the matter that we have in hand: 
 Yor. 1f Yorke have illdemean’d himfelfe in France, I fay my Soveraigne,Yorke is meeteft man 
 Then let him be denay’d the Regent: fhip. To be your Regent in the Realme of France. 
 Som. If Somerfet be unworthy of the Place, Suff. Before we make election,give me leave 
 Let Yorke be Regent,I will yeeld to him. To fhew fome reafon,of no little torce,: 
 U Varw. Whether your Grace be worthy,yea or nO, That Yorke is moft unmeet of any man. ey F 
 Difpute not that,Yorke isthe worthyer. Yorke. Ue tell thee, Suffolke , why Tam vnmects 
 Card. Ambitious UUarwieke let thy betters fpeake+ | Firft,for I cannoc flatter thee in Pride: ie 
 V¥arw. The Cardinall’s not my better in the field. Next, if L beappointed for the Piace, f 
 Buck. All inthis prefence are thy betters, VVarwicke. My Lord of Somerfet will keepe me here, 
 VVarw. VVarwicke may live to be the bettof all. Without Difcharge,Money ,or Furniture, a 
 Salish. Peace Sonne,and fhew fome reafon Buckingham | Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands; Y 
 W hy Somer{er fhould be preferr'd in this? Laft time I danc't attendance on his will, i 
 Queene Becaute the King forfooth will have itfo. TillParis was befieg’d,famifht,and loft. 
 Humf. Madame,the King is old enough himfelfe warw. That can Ywitnefle,and a fouler fact I 
 To give his Cenfure : Thefe are no Womens matters: Did never Traytor in the Land commit. Mt 
 Quee. If he be old enotigh, what needs your Grace Soff. Peace head-ttrong Warwicke. apes fs, 
 To be Prote<tor of his Excellence? Warw. Image of Pride,why thould I hold my peace? | 
 Humf. Madame, lam Protector of the Realme, ry 
 And at his pleafure will refigne my Place. Enter Armorer and bis Man. | ! 
 Suff. Refigne it then,and leave thine infojence- g 
 
 Saf. Becaufe here isa man accufed of Treafon, _ 
 Pray God the Duke of Yorke excufe himfelfe. ae 
 Yorke. Doth any oneaccufe Yorkefor a Traytor? ~ 
 ‘ . ing. What mean’ ft thou, Saffolke?tell me, what are 
 thefe? Ba 
 Suff. Pleafeit your Majefty, thisis the man ~~ 
 That doth accufe his Maifter of High Treafon; 
 His words were thefe: That Richard,Duke of Yorke, — 
 Was rightfull Heire unto the Englifh Crowne, 
 And that your Majeity wasan Viurper. 
 King. Say man,were thefe thy words? ie 
 eArmo. And’t fhall pleafe your Majefty,1 never fayd | 
 nor thought any fuch matter : God is my witneffe, 1am | 
 falfely accus’d by the Villaine. zB lee 
 Peter. By thefé tenne bones,my Lords,he did fpeake | _ 
 them to me in the Garret one Night jas wee were {cow | 
 ring my Lord of Yorkes Armor. a 
 Yorke. Bafe Dunghill Villaine,and Mechanical, 
 Ile have thy Head for this thy Trayrors{peechs = 
 Idoebefeechyour Royall Msjefty, re 
 Let him haue all the rigor ofthe Law. eo ee 
 Ar, Alas, my Lord,hang me if ever I fpake the wordst | 
 my accufer is my Prentice , and when I did correct him | _ 
 for his fault the other day , hee did vow upon his knees a 
 he would be even with me:I have good witneffe of this; | 
 therefore I befeech your Majefty, doe not caft away afi | — 
 horieft man for a Villaines accufation. Didi, 
 King. Vnckle,whatfhall we fay to this in law? 
 Hoamf. This doome,my Lord,if I may judges 
 Let Somerfee be Regent o’re the French, : 
 | Becaufe in Yorke this breedes fufpition: 
 And let thefe have a day appointed them 
 For fingle Combat,in convenient place, 
 For he hath witneffe of his fervants malice: 
 This is the Law,and this Duke Hwmsfieyes doome, ‘ 
 
 Since thou wert King,as who is King,but thou? 
 The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack, 
 The Dolphin hath prevayl’d beyond the Seas, 
 And all the Peeresand Nobles of the Realme 
 Have beene as Bond-men to thy Soveraignty. 
 Car. The Commons haft thou rackt,the Clergies Bags 
 Arelankeand leane withthy Extortions. 
 Som, Thy famptuous Buildings,and thy Wives Attyre 
 Havecoft amafle of publique Treafure- 
 Buck, Thy Cruelty in execution 
 Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law, 
 And left thee tothemercy of the Law. 
 Quee. Thy fale of Offices and Townes in France, 
 If they ‘were knowne,as the fufpect is great, 
 Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head. 
 "hes Exit Humfrey. 
 Giveme my Fanne:what, Mynion,can ye not? 
 
 — 
 
 Be 
 
 She gives the Duche [fe a box on the eare. 
 
 ] Lcry youmercy, Madame:was it you? i a 
 Duch. Was't I ? yeasl it was, prowd French-woman: 
 Could I come neere your Beauty with my Nailes, 
 ‘| I could fet my ten Commandements in your face. 
 King. Sweet Aunt be quiet, twas againtt her will. 
 Dach.Againk her will,good King? looke to’t intime, 
 Shee’ic hamper thee,and dandle'thee like a Baby:. 
 Though in this place moft Maifter weares no Breeches, 
 She thall not ftrike Dame Viator viireveng’d. 
 =! Exit Elianor.} 
 Back. Lord Cardinall, 1 will follow E4anor, 
 And liftenafter Hamfrey,how he proceedes: 
 Shee’stickled now,her Fume can neede no {purres; 
 Shee'le gallop farre enough to her deftruction. _ 
 i ee ‘Exit Buckingham. 
 
 — = = —_— a ee Se 
 
The fecond Part of Kine Henry the Sixth, 
 
 Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Majefty. 
 
 Armirer. And accept the Combat willingly» 
 
 Peter, Alas, tiy Lord, Icannet fight; for Gods fake 
 pittymy cafe: the fpight of my man prevaileth ag ainft 
 mes O Lord havemercyupon me, | fhallneverbe able 
 to fighta blow : O Lord my heaxt. 
 
 Hum. Sitrha,or you mutt fight, or elfe be hang’d: 
 
 King. Away with them to Prifon: and the day of 
 Combat, fhali be the lait of the next moneth. Come 
 Somerfet. well fee thee fent away. 
 
 , Flonrifh. Excunt. 
 Enter the Witch the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke. 
 
 Hume. Come my Mafters,the Ducheffe I tell you ex- 
 pects performance of your promifes. a ; 
 Bullin, Matter Hume, wearetherefote provided : will 
 her Ladythip behold and heare our Exorcifmes? 
 Hume. 1, what elfe? feare you not her courage. 
 Ballin. 1 have heard herreportedto bea Woman of 
 aninvincible {pivit: ‘butit fhall be convenient, Mafter 
 Hume, that yoube by her aloft, while we be bufie’ be- 
 
 low ; and fo I pray you goein Gods Name, and leaveus. 
 Exit Hame. 
 
 | Mother Jordan, be you proftrate, and: grovell on the 
 
 | Earth; Jobe Southwell reade you, and letus to our worke. 
 Enter Elianor aloft, 
 
 | Ekan. Well faid try Matters, and welcomeall : Tothis 
 | geere, the foonerthe better. 
 
 Bullin.Patience,good Lady ;Wizards know their. times: 
 Deepe Night; darke Night, the filentof the Night, 
 
 | | ‘Phe timeof Night when Troy was fet'on fire, 
 
 The time when Screech-owles cry, aud Bandogs howe; 
 
 "| Andfpirits walke, and Ghofts breakeup their Graves; 
 
 _ | That time beft firs the worke we have in hand. 
 | Madam, fit you,and feare not: whomwe raife , 
 | We will make faft withina hallow'd Verge. 
 
 Here deethe Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circlé, 
 Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades;Conjuro 
 tey&c. Ur Thunders and Lightens 
 terribly: thenthe Spirit * 
 ; : rifeths 
 Spirit, eAdfum. 
 Witch. Afmath, by the eternall God, 
 Whofename and power thou trembieft at, 
 Anfwer that I aske; for till thou {peake, 
 Thou fhalt not paffe from hence. © 2 
 aa sAske what thou witty that I had faid, and 
 one. . 
 Bullia, Fick of the.King': What hall of him. be- 
 come ? macs m3 
 Spirit. The Dulce yet'lives; that Henry thall depofe : 
 him out-live, and dye a violent death. 3h. 
 Bullin, W hat fates await the Duke of Suftelke 2 
 Spirit. ‘By Water fhall he dye,and take hisend, 
 Balin, What fhall befall the Duke of Somerfet? 
 Spirit. Let him fhun Caltles.: 
 Safer (hall he upon the fandie Plaines, 
 Then where Caftles mounted ftand. 
 
 = Havedone; for more I hardly can endare, 
 
 © Bullings Defcend to Darkenefle,and the burning Lake: 
 Falfe fiend avoyde. 
 
 © Thander and Lightning. Exit Spirit. 
 
 125 
 
 Enter the Duke of Yorke, andthe Duke of Buckingham 
 with their Guatd, and breake in. ; 
 
 Yorke, Lay hands upon thefe Traytors, and their trafh: 
 Beldam I thinke we warcht you at an inch. 
 What Madam, are you there? the King and Common- 
 Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines; — (weale 
 My Lord Protetor will, I doubt it nor, 
 See you well guerdon’d for thefe good deferts. 
 Evian. Not halfe fo bad asthine to Englands King, 
 Injurions Duke, that threateft where’s no caufe. 
 Buck. True Madam, none atall: what call you this? 
 Away withthem, let them be clapt upclofe, 
 And kept afunder : yor Madam fhall with us. 
 Stafford take her tothee. +r, 
 We'll fee your Trinkets here all forth-comming. 
 All away. Exit. 
 Yorke. Lord Buckingham, methinkes you watcht her 
 A pretty Plot, well chofen to build upon. (well 
 Now pray my Lord, let’s fee the Devills Writ. 
 What have we here? Reades. 
 The Duke yet lives, that Henry (hall depofe : 
 But him ont live, and.dye a violent death, 
 Why thisis jak. Aio e4acida Romanos vincere poffe. 
 Weil, to the reft': 
 Teli me what fate'awaits the Duke of Suffolke ? 
 By Water (leall he dye, and take his end, 
 What fhail betide the Duke of Somerfez ? 
 Let him thunne Castles, 
 Safer halt be be upow the fandy Plaines, 
 Then where ( aStles mounted fiands 
 Come, come, my Lords, 
 Thefe Oracles are hardly atrain’d, 
 And hardiyunderitood. 32 
 The King isnow in progreffetowards Saint Alenes, 
 With him, the husband of this lovely Lady: 
 Thither goes thefe Newes, : 
 As faftas horfe can carrythem: - 
 A forry breakfaft for my Lord Protector. j 
 .Buc.¥ our Grace thall give meleave, my Lord of Yorke, } 
 To bethe Pofte, in iope of hisreward. 
 Yorke; At-your pleafure, my good Lord. 
 Who's within there, hoe e 
 — - Enter aServingman. 
 Invite my Lordsof Salsbury and Warwicke 
 To {up with me to morrow Night. Away. 
 - . Exeunt 
 
 &mver the King, Queene, Prorettor, Cardinall, and 
 : Suffolke with Fautkners hollawing . 
 
 Luee. Beleéve me Lords, for flying at the Brooke, 
 
 I {aw not better {port thefe feven yeeres day ; 
 Yet by your leave, the Winde was-very high, 
 And ten to one, old /oane had not gone out, 
 
 King. But whata point, my Lerd, your Faulcon.made, 
 And what a pytch fhe flew above the reft.:, ers 
 Tofee how God in all his Creatures workes, ae 
 Yea Manand Birdsare fayne of climbing high. 
 
 Suff. No marvell, and it like your Majefty, 
 
 My Lord Protectors Hawkes doc towrefowell, . 
 They know their Matter lovesto bealoft, 
 And beares his thoughts above his Faulcons Pitch. 
 loft.’ My Lord, ’tisbatabafe ignoble minde, - 
 That mounts no higher thena Bird can fore. 2th 
 ° 
 
126 
 
 (ard. 1 thought as much, he would be above the 
 Clouds, ‘ 
 Giost, Ymy Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that? 
 Were it not good your Grace could flyeto Heaven ¢ 
 King. ‘The Treafury of everlafting loy. 
 Card. Thy heaven is on Earth, thine Eyes and Thoughts 
 Beat on a Crowne, the Treafure of thy heart, 
 Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere, 
 That {mooth’{t it fo with King and Commonweale. 
 Glost. What Cardinall? 
 Is your Prieft-hood growne peremptory ? 
 Tantane animsis (wleftibus ire, Church-men fo hot? 
 Good Vackle hide fach mallice : 
 With fuch Holyneffe can you doe it? 
 Suff. No mallice Sir, no morethen well becomes 
 So gooda Quarrell, and fo bad a Peeres 
 Glos. As who, my Lord ? 
 Suff. Why, as you, my Lord, : 
 Aq’t like yonr lordly Lords Protectorfhipe 
 Gloft. Why Suffelke, England knowes thine infolence. 
 Quee. And thy Ambition, Gloster. ' 
 King. I prethee peace, good Queene, 
 And whet not onthefé too-too furious Peeres, 
 For bleffed are the Peace-makers on Earth. 
 Card, Letme be bleffed for the Peace I make 
 Againft this prowd Protector with my Sword. 
 Glos. Faith holy Vackle,would’c were come to that. 
 ' Card. Marry, when thou dar’it. 
 Glest. Makeup no factious numbers for the matter, 
 In thine owne perfon anfwer thy abufe. 
 Card. 1,where thoudar’ft not peepe « 
 And ifthou dar’ft,this Evening, 
 On the Eaft fide of the Grove... 
 King, How now, my Lords ? 
 Card. Beleeve me, Coufin Gloster, 
 Had not your man putup the Foule fo fuddenly, 
 We had had more fport. 
 Come with thy two-hand Sword, 
 Géost. True Vockle, are ye advis'd 2 
 The Eaft fide of the Grove : 
 Cardinall, 1am with you, 
 King. Why how now, Var kle Gloster ? 
 Gli. Talking of Hawking; nothingelle, my Lord. 
 Now by Gods Mother, Prieft, . 
 Ile fhave your Crownefor this, 
 Or all my Fence fhail faile. 
 Card. Medice teipfism, Protector {ee to’t well, protect 
 your felfe. 
 King. The Windes grow high, 
 So doe your Stomackes Lords : 
 How irkefome is this Muficke tomy heart ? 
 When fuch Strings jarre, what hope of Harmony ? 
 I pray my Lords let me compound this ttrife, 
 
 Enter one crying a Muacle. - 
 
 Glo. What meanes this noyfe ? 
 
 Fellow, what Miracle do’ft thou proclaime ? 
 One. A Miracle, a Miracle. ete 
 Saffoike.. Come tothe King, and tell him what Mira- 
 
 i cle. pty : 
 
 One. Forfooth, ablind man at Saint Adbones Shrine, 
 Within this halfe houre hath receiv'd his fight, 
 | A man that ne’re faw it his life before. 
 King. Now God be prais’d, that to beleeving Soules 
 _ Gives Light in Darkenefle, Comfort in Defpaires. 
 
 The fecond Part of Henry the Sixt. 
 
 || Swff. And yet Ithinke, Jet didhenever fee. 
 
 Enter the Mayor of Saint Albones, ana his 
 Brethren, bearing the man betweene 
 twoina( bayre. ‘ee 
 Card. Here comes the Townef-men, on Proceffion, / 
 Toprefent your Highnefle witk theman. a 
 King, Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale, 
 Although by his fight his finne be multiplyed. ; 
 Glost. Stand by, my Matters , bring him neere the King,| 
 His highneffe pleafureistotalke withhim. », . | 
 King. Good-fellow, tell us here the circumftance, 
 That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. to 
 What, haft chon beene long blind, and now reflor'd? | 
 Simp. Borne blind, and’t pleafe your Grace. 7 i) 
 Wife. Lindeed was he. 
 Swf. What Woman isthis? : 
 Wife. His Wife, and’t like your Worfhip- wee Ge 
 Glof. Hadft thou beene his Mother,, thou could’ } 
 
 ¥ 
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 AD: 
 
 have better told. 
 . King. Where wert thou borne? 
 Simpe. At Barwicke in the North, and’t 
 Grace. 
 * King. Poorefoule, 
 Godsgoodneffe hath beene great to thee: 
 Let never Day nor Night unballowed pafle,. . 
 But (till remember what the Lord hath done. 
 2Quce. Tell me,good-fellow, 3 
 Cam’{t thou here by Chance, or of Devotion, 
 Tothis holy Shrine ? 
 Simp. God knowes of pure Dgvotion, 
 Being call’d a hundred times, and oftner, 
 In my fleepe, by good Saint lbon.: 
 Who faid ; Symon, come : come offer at my Shrine, 
 And I will helpe thee. sibs 
 Wife. Mokt true, forfooth : ee 
 And many timeand oft my felfe have hearda Voyce, | 
 To call him fo. 1a 
 Card, What,art thou lame? 
 Simp. I, God Almighty helpe me. aie 
 Saf. Howcam’tt thou fo? sae 
 Simp. A fall off of a Tree. a0 
 Wife. A Plum-trre, Mafter.. > 
 | Glos. How long haft thon beeneblind # 
 Simpc. O borne fo, Mafter. ©... 
 Glost. What, and would’ft climbe a Tree ? BB 
 Simpe. But that inall my life, when wasayouthe | — 
 Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very deate, | 
 Giloft.’ Mafle, thou lov’ dit Plummes well;thag would'ft | 
 venturefo, is ighas Wate ea 
 Simp. Alas, good Mafter, my Wife defired fome 
 — and made mee climbe, with dangerof my | — 
 Life. ts Sie 
 Géost. A {ubtill Knave, but yet it fhallnot ferves 
 Let me {ee thine Eyes ; winck now, now openthem, 
 In my opinion, yet thon feeftnorwelle a 
 Simpe. Yes Matter, cleareas day, I thanke 
 Saint Albon. SE orm 
 Glesty Say'ftthoume fo; what Colour isthis Cloake 
 
 like your 
 
 So ee SS eS eee eee ee Se ee ee i 
 
 ven 
 oi V 
 , i 
 
 of? « 
 Simpc. Red Matter, Redas blood. ai 
 Glost. Why that’s well faid : What Colour is my 
 
 Gowne of ? { ve ls 
 Simp, Blacke forfooth, Coale-blacke, as Tete 
 Kite Why then, thou know’ft ,what Colour Iet. 
 
 fe) bat 
 
 . 
 nga 
 
‘| Till they come to Barwicke, fronywhencethey came. 
 
 Glost, But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a 
 many. 
 
 Wife. Never before this day, in all his life; 
 
 Glost. Tell me Sirrha, what’s my Name ? 
 
 Simpc. AlasMafter, I know not. 
 
 Glof. What's his Name ? 
 
 Simpc. I know not, 
 
 Gloft. Nor his ? 
 
 Simpc. No indeed, Mafter. 
 
 Gleit. What's thine owne Nemic ? 
 
 Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it pleafe you,Mafer. 
 Gloft. Then Saunder, fit there, 
 
 The lying’t Knave in Chriftendome. 
 
 - | Ifthou hadft beene borne blind, 
 
 Thou might’ft as well have knowneall our Names, . 
 _As thus to name the feverall Colours we doe weare- 
 Sight may diftingnifh Colours : 
 But fuddenly to nominate them all, 
 It isimpoffible. 
 My Lords, Saint A/boue here hath done a Miracle 
 _And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great, 
 That could reftore this Crippleto his Legges againe? 
 _ Simpc. OQ Matter, that you could ? 
 Gloft. My Matters of Saint Albons, 
 | Have oN not Beadles in your Towne, 
 _ And things call’d Whippes ? 
 Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it pleafe your Grace. 
 Glost, Then fend for one prefently. 
 Mayor. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither ftraight. 
 Exit. 
 Gloft. New fetch ma Stoole hither by and by. 
 Now Sirrha,if yon meane to fave yonr felfe from W hip- 
 Ping, leape me over tlifs Stoole,and ranne away. 
 Simp. Alas Malter, Iam notable to ftand alone : 
 You goe abeut to torture me in vaines 
 
 | Enter aBeadle with whippes. 
 
 a Ghost, NVell Six, we mutt have you find your Legges. 
 | Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape over that fame 
 
 Stoole. 
 
 Bead. 1 will, my Lord, 
 Come on Sirrha, off with your Donblet, quickly, 
 
 ‘Simp. Alas Matter,what fhall I doe ? Lam not able to 
 
 After the Beadle hath hit him once, be leapes over 
 
 the Stoole, and rinnes avay: and they 
 
 follow, andery, A Miracle. 
 King, O God; feet thou this , and beareft fo long ; 
 Quee. It made me laugh,to fee the Villaine runne.. 
 Ghft, Follow the Knave, and take this Drab away- 
 Wife. Alas Sir, we did itfor pure need. | 
 Glo.Letthem be whipt through every Market Townc 
 
 to | Exit. 
 Card. Duke Humfrey ba’s doneaMiracleto day. 
 Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away. 
 Glos. But you have done more Miracles then I: 
 
 } Youmade in aday, my Lord,whole Townes to flye, 
 
 . Enter Buckingham. 
 : “King. What Tidings with our Coufin Bacingham’ 
 : Buck, Suchas my heart doth tremble to unfol 
 } A fort of naughty perfons, lewdly bent, 
 
 | Vnderthe Countenanceand Confederacy 
 
 The fecond Part of K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 ‘Whom we have apprehended inthe Fact, 
 
 | Seiz’d on the Realme, depos’d the rightfull King, 
 
 Of Lady Efjanor; theProteCtors Wife, 
 
 The Ring-leader and head ofall this Rout, 
 Have prattis'd dangeroufly againft your State, 
 Dealing with Witches and with Conjurers, 
 
 Rayfing up wicked Spirits from under ground , 
 Demanding of King Henries Lifeand Death, 
 And other of your Highnefle Privy Councell, 
 As moreat large your Grace fhall underftand. 
 
 (ard. And {fo my Lord Protector, by thismeanes 
 Your Lady is forth-comming, yet at London. 
 This Newes I thinke hath tutn’d your Weapons edge ; 
 Tis likeymy Lord, you will not keepe your houre. 
 
 Glo. Ambitious Church-man,leave to afflict my heart: }. 
 Sorrow and griefe have vanquitht all asy powers 5 
 And vanquifht as am, I yeeldto thee, 
 
 Or to the meaneft Groome.- : 
 
 King.O God, what mifchiefes workethe wicked ones? } 
 Heaping confufion on their owne heads thereby. 
 
 nee, Glaster,fee here the Tainéture of thy Nett, 
 And looke thy felfe be faultlefle, thou wert beft. 
 
 Gloft. Madam, for my felfe, ro heaven I doe appeale, 
 How I have lov’d my King, and Common-weale 
 Andfor my Wife, I know not how it ftands, 
 
 Sorry Iam to hears what I have heard. 
 
 Noble fheis : but if fhe have forgot 
 
 Honor and Vertue, and convers’t with fuch, 
 
 As like to Pytch, defile Nobility; 
 
 I banifh her my Bed, and Company; 
 
 And give her asa Preyto Law and Shame, 
 
 That hath dis-honored Giosters honeft Name. 
 
 King. Well, for this Night we will repofe us here: 
 Tomorrow toward London, backeagaine, 
 
 To looke into this Bufineffe thorowly, 7 
 
 And call thefe foule Offendorste their Anfweres; 
 And poyte the Caufe in Iufticeequall Scales, _(vailes, 
 Whofe Beame ftands fare, whofe rightfull caufe pre- 
 
 Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwicke. 
 
 Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwicke, 
 Our fimple Supper ended, give me leave, 
 Inthisclofe Walke, to fatisfie my felfe, 
 Incraving your opinion of my Title, 
 Which is infallible, to &xg/ands Crowne. 
 
 Salis, My Lord, [long to heare itat full. 
 
 Warw. Sweet Yorkebegin : and if thy claymebe good, 
 The Nevills are thy Subjects to command. 
 
 Yorke. Thenthuss” ss» 
 
 Edwardthe third, my Lords, had feven Sonnes: 
 
 The firft, Edward the Blacke-Prince, Prince of Wales; 
 The fecond, William of Hatfield ; andthe third, 
 Lionel, Duke of Clarence: next towhom, 
 
 Was /obwof Gaunt, the Duke of Lancafter 5 
 
 The fift, was Edward Langley. Duke of Yorke ; 
 
 The fixt, was Thomas of woodSocke, Duke of Glofter, 
 Williaw of Windfor was the feventh,and lait, 
 Edward the Blacke-Prince dyed before his Father, 
 And left behind him Richard, his onely Sonne, 
 
 Who after Edward the third’s death, raign’d King, 
 Till Heary Bullingbrooke, Duke of Lancafter, 
 
 The eldeft Sonne and Heire of Joh» of Gaunt, 
 Crown’d by the Name of Henry the fourth, 
 
 “Sent his poore Queeneto France, from whence fhe came, } 
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 And him to Pumfret }\tvhere, as all you know, 
 
 Harmelefle King’ Richard was murthered traiteroufly: 
 Warw. Father,the Duke hath told the truth ; 
 
 Thus got the Honfe of Lancaster the Crowne. 
 Yorke. W hichnow they hold by foree,and notby right: 
 
 For Richard; the firft Sonnes Heire, being dead, 
 
 The iffue of the next Sonne fhould have reign’d. 
 Salis. But Willian of Harfeld dyed without an Heires 
 Yorke. The third Sonne; Duke of Clarence, 
 
 From whofe Line L-clayme the Crowne, 
 
 Had Iffue Phitip, a Daughter, 
 
 Who marryed Edmond Mortimer, Earle of March : 
 
 Edmond had \flue, Roger Barle of March 
 
 Roger had flue, Edmond, eAave, and Elaxor. 
 Salis, This Edmond inthe Reigne of Bulliagbrooke, 
 
 As Ihave read, layd clayme unto the Crowne, 
 
 And but for Owe Glendour, had beene King ; 
 
 Who kept himin Captivity, till he dyed. 
 
 But, to the reft. 
 Yorké. His eldeft Siher, Anne, 
 
 My Mother , being Heire untothe Crowne, 
 
 Marryed Richard, Earle of Cambridge , 
 
 Who wasto &dmond Langley, 
 
 Edward theahirds fitt Sonnes fonne ; 
 
 By her I clayme the Kingdome: - 
 
 She then was Heireto Roger, Earle of March, 
 
 Who was the Sonne of Edmond Afertimer, 
 
 Who marryed Philip, fole Daughter 
 
 Vato Liosel, Duke of Clarence. 
 
 So, if the iffue of theelder. Sonne 
 
 Succeed before the younger, Iam King. (this? 
 Warw. What plaine proceeding is more plaine then 
 
 - Henry dothclayme the Crowne from John of Gaunt, 
 
 Thefourth Sonne, Yorke claymes it from the third: 
 
 Till Zéanels iffue fayles, his fhou!d not reigne. 
 
 Tt fayles not.yet, -but flourifhes fn thee, 
 
 And in thy Sonnes, faire flippes of fuch a Stocke, 
 
 Then Father Salisbury, knecle we together, 
 
 And inthis private Plot be we the firit, 
 
 That flall falute oar righrfull Soveraigne 
 
 With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne. 
 
 ~ Both, Long live our Soveraigne: Rickard, Englands 
 
 King. ¥ 
 
 Yorke. We thankeyou Lords: ] 
 
 But I am not your King, till be Crown'd, 
 
 4 And that my Swordbe ftayn’d 
 
 With heart-blood of the-Houfe of Lancaiier : 
 
 And:that’s:not {nddenly to be perform'd, 
 
 } But with adviceandfilent {ccrecy- 
 
 Doe you as I doe in thefadangerousdayes, 
 
 Winke atthe Duke of S#folkes infolence, 
 
 | At Bednfords Pride, at Somerfets Ambition, 
 
 At Buckingham, and all the Crew of them, 
 
 ‘| Till they have {nar'd the Shepheard.ofthe Flocke, ' 
 
 ‘| That vertuousPriace,the good Duke Humfrey: 
 
 | ’Tis that.they feeke $ and they, in fecking that, 
 
 Shall find theirdeaths, if Yorke can prophecy. ; 
 — My Lord, breake we off; weknow your mird 
 
 at full. ; aad 
 Warw. My heartaflures me, thatthe Earle of Warwicke, 
 
 | Shall oneday make the Duke of Yorkea King, Aa 
 Yorke. And Nevill, this doe aflure my felfes. | 
 
 Richard {hall live to make the Earle of Warwicke 
 
 The greateft man in &sg/and, but the King. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 The Jecond Part of K ing phe sSith, 
 
 Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State, | 
 with Guard, tobaniftbe 
  Ducheffe. 
 King. Stand forth Dame E&anor Cobham, 
 Géosters Wife : 
 In fight of God, and us, your guiltis great, 
 Receive the fentence of the Law for finnej 
 Such as by Gods Booke areadindg'd to deaths 
 -You fourefrom hence to Prifon, backe againe : 
 “From thence, unto the place of Execution 5 
 The Witch in Smithfield fhall be burnt to afhes, 
 And you three fhall be ftrangled on the Galiowes> 
 You Madam, for youare more Nobly borne, 
 Defpoyled of your Honor in your Lite, 
 Shall, after three dayes open Penance done; 
 Live in your Countrey here, in Banifhment, 
 With Sir /obx Stanly, in the Heof Man. “ 
 eee Welcome is Banifhment, welcome were my 
 eaths body 
 
 I cannot juttifie whom the Law condemnes - 
 Mine eyesar full of teares, my heart of griefes "| 
 Ah Humfrey, this difhonor in thineage, aris 
 Willbring thy head with forrow tothegrounds/ —~ 
 I befecch your Majefty give me leave to goe ; .: 
 Sorrow.would follace, and mine Age would ceafes - 
 
 King. Stay Humfrey, Duke of Glofter 
 Erethou goe, give up thy Staffe, 
 ve ibe os ae Protector be, 1 
 
 n ibe my hope, -my ftay,my guide, - - 
 And Lanthorne to =e ri i ¢ Ye eta 
 And goe in peace, Humfrey, no leffebelov'ds ° 
 Then when thou wert Protetor to thy King.” 
 
 Luee, I{eeno reafon, why a King of yeeres” 
 Should be to be protected like a Child; . 
 God and King Henry governe Englands Realme * 
 Give up your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realmes 
 
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 Glo. Elianor, the Law then feeft hath judged thee, | 4 
 
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 Gloft. My Staffe ?' Here, Noble Henry, is my Stale: _ 5 4 
 
 As willingly doe I the fame refigne, 
 As crethy Father Henry made it mine; 
 
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 And evenas willingly at thy feete I leave ity °° J | | 
 
 As others would ambitioufly receive it. 
 Farewell good King: when Iam deadand gone, 
 May honorable Peace attend thy Throne. a 
 
 And Bumfrey; Duke of Glofer, fcarce himlelfe, ie 
 
 | That beares fo fhréewd amayme : two Pullsat once’ 
 
 His.Lady banifht, and a Limbe loproff 
 
 This Staffe of Honor ranght, there let it and,” ee oe | 
 
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 Where it beft fits torbe, in Henries hand. °° > 
 Sf. Thus dronpes this lofty Pynes& hangs his 
 
 __ Que. 1,g00d my Lord : for purpofely therefore 
 Left 1 the Court, to-fee this Quarrell na 
 King. A Gods Name feethe Lyfts and all things fits, 
 Here let them end it, and God defendthe right. 
 Yorke. I never faw afellow worle beftead, 
 Or more afraid to fight, then isthe Appellant, ~~ F 
 The fervant of this Armorer, my Lords. is Ta 
 
 exiahfe:| | 
 Quee. Why now is Henry King,and Margaret Queen} 
 
 _—_ prays 
 Thus £4znors Pride dyesin her youngeft dayes. 
 Yorke, Lords, lethim goe. Pleafe it your Majefty, 
 Thisistheday appointed forthe Combat, 
 And-ready are the Appellantand Defendant, 
 
 The Armorer and his Man,to enter the Lifts, ° 
 
 So pleate your highheffe to behold the fight. 
 
| Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors,drinking 
 | 0 bim (0 much, that he ws drunke; andhe enters with a 
 Lrumme beforehim. and his Staffe, witha Sand-bagge 
 faftened to it : and at the other Doore his Adan, with a 
 Drumme and Sand-bagge, and Prentices drinking to bin, 
 
 1. Neighbor. Here Neighbour Horzer,I drinke to you 
 well enough. 
 
 | Charneco. | 
 | 3-Neighbor. And here’sa Pot of good Donble-Beere 
 } Neighbor : drinke, and feare not your Mar. _ 
 efrmorer. Let itcome ifaith ,and Ile pledge you all, 
 and a figge for Pezer, 
 
 1. Pres, Here Peter, I drinke tothee, and be not.a- 
 fraid. 
 
 2. Pren, Be merty Peter, and feare notthy Matter, 
 Fight for credit of the Prentices. 
 
 Peter. I thanke you all : drinke,and pray for me,I pray 
 you, for I thinke | havetaken my Jalt Draught in this 
 World. Here Robsa, and if I dye, I give thee my Aporne; 
 and 4, thou fhalt have my Hammer: and here Tom, 
 takeall the Money that Ihave. O Lord biefle me, I pray 
 God, for I amnever able to deale with my Matter, he 
 
 hath learnt {o much fencealready. 
 | Sal. Coie, leave your drinking, and fallto blowes. 
 
 | Sirrha, what’sthy Name: 
 Peter. Peter forfooth. 
 Salis. ‘Peter? what more ?. 
 Peter. Thampe. ” 1] 
 _ Salish. Thumpe? Then fee thou thumpe thy Mafter 
 well. ‘ 
 eArmorer. Mafters, 1am come hither as it were tipon 
 my Mans inftigation, to prove him a Knave,and my {cife 
 _an honeft mans .and touchingthe Duke of Yorke, £ will 
 take my death, Inever meant him any ill, nor the King, 
 | nor the Queenie: andtherefore Peter have at thee witha 
 _ | downe-rightblow. _ : 
 York. Difpatch, this Knavestongue begins to double. 
 Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combartants. 
 Tiacy fight, and Peter Strikes him downe. 
 
 ; Armorer. Hold Peter, hold, I confefle, I confefle Trea- 
 on. ee 
 Tork. Take away his Weapon:Fellow thanke God,and 
 the good Wine in thy Mafters way. 
 
 Peter. O God, have I overcome mine Enemie in this 
 prefence ? O Peter,thou halt prevayl'din right. _. 
 
 King. Goe, take hencethat Traytor from our fight, 
 | For by hisdeath we doe perceive bis guilt,” 
 
 And God in Tuftice hath reveal’d to us poe 
 The truth and innocence of this poore fellow; 9... 
 Which he had thought to have murther'd wrongfally. 
 Come fellow, follow us for thy Reward. 
 
 es 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in 
 Mourning Choakes, 
 
 Ghit. Thasfometimes hath the brighteft day a Cloud: 
 And.after Summer, evermore BE 6 
 { Barren Winter, with his wrathfull nipping Cold; 
 So Cares and Ioyes abound, as Seafonsfieet, 
 Sits, what's a Clocke ? 
 Serv. Tenne, my Lord. 
 
 The fecond Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
 ina CupofSacke ; and feare not Neighbor,you fhall doe 
 tye } Bue foft, Ithinke fhecomes, and Te prepare 
 2. Neighbor, And here Neighbour, here's a Cup of 
 
 ' Troweft thou, thatere Ile looke upon the World, 
 
 | Nor fttrre at nothing, :tilithe Axe of Death 
 
 -I mutt offend, before Ibe attained : 
 > Andeach of them had twenty times their power; 
 
 . _— as I am loyall, true,and crimeleffe. |. ».. » 
 
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 Glost. Tenne is thehoure that was appointed.me, 
 To watch the comming of my.punitht Ducheffe : 
 Vnneath may the endure the Flinty Streets, 
 
 To treade them with her tender-feeling teet. 
 
 Sweet Nel, illcanthy Noble Mind abrooke 
 
 The abject People, gazing on thy face, — 
 
 With envious Lookes ftill laughing at thy fhame, 
 That erft did follow. thy prowd Chariot- Wheeles, 
 
 W hen thou didit ride in triumph throngh the ftréets, 
 
 My-teare-{tayn’d eyes, fofee her Miferies, 
 Enter the Duchelfe in. a white Sheet, anda Taper 
 
 burning inher band, with the Sherife 
 and Officers 
 
 « 
 
 Serv. So pleafe your Grace, we'll take her from the 
 Sherife, ~ ‘ 
 Glofter. No, ftirre not for your lives, let her pafte 
 Ehan, Come you, my Lord, to fee my open fhame? 
 Now thoudo’ft Penance too. Looke how they gaze, 
 See how the giddy multitude doe point, 
 And nodde their heads, and throw their eyes onthee. 
 Ah Glofter,hide thee from their hatefulllookes, 
 Andinthy Clofetpent up, rue my fhame, 
 And banne thine Enemi¢s:y both mine and thine. 
 Glost. Be patient, gentle Well, forget this griefe. 
 Elan. Ab Gloster, teach me to forget my felfe ; 
 For whiieft I thinke Lam thy married Wife, 
 And thoua Prince, Prote@tor of this Land : 
 Methinkes I {hould not thus be led along, ” 
 Mayl’d up in fhame; with Papers on my backe; 
 And follow’dwith a Rabble, thatrejoyce 
 To fee my teares,and heare my deepe-fet groanes. 
 The ruthleffe Flintdoth eut my render feer, 
 And when L ftart, the envious people laugh, 
 And bid me beadvifed how I treade. 
 Ah Humfrey, can I beare this thamefiull yoake ? 
 
 or count them happy; ‘that enjoyesthe Sanne? 
 No: Darke fhall be my Light, and Night my Day. 
 To thinke uponmy Pompe, dhallibemy Hell. 
 Sometime Ile fay, 1am Duke Humfreyes Wife; 
 And hea Prince, and Ruler of the Land s : 
 Yet fo herul’d, and fich a Prince-he was;,. 
 As he ftood by, . while ft I, his forlorae: Dacheffe, 
 Was imadea wondes;) afid.a pointing flocke > 
 
 To every idle Rafealifollowerss (sq gue 4 
 
 But be thou milde, andblath norat my fhame, 
 
 Hang over thee, as fure it fhortly will. 
 
 For Suffolke; héttiaticandocallinall) sa 
 
 With her, that hatechtheeand hates us. all,.. 
 
 And Yorke, and impious Beauford, that falle Prieft, | 
 
 Have alllym’d Bufhesto betraythy Wings; 7. ~ 
 
 And flye thou how thowcantt, they’letangle thee, .. 
 
 But feare not thou;: untill thy foot be fnar'd,, 
 
 Nor never feeke prevetition of thy foese7 sf 
 Ghost. Ah Nell, forbeare: thouaymett all awry... 
 
 And had I twenty timesfo many foes,» 
 All thefe could not procure me any feathe, 
 
 Would’ft have me refeue thee from this reproach ee 
 
 o 3 Why 
 
Lhe fecond Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Why yet thy fcandall were not wipt away, 
 Burt I in danger for the breach of Law 
 Thy greateft helpe is quiet , gentle Ned’: 
 1 pray thee fort thy heart to patience, 
 Thefe few dayes wonder will be quickly worne. 
 Enter a Herald. é ; 
 Her.1 fummon your Grace tohis Majefties Parliament 
 Holden at Bury, the firft of this next Moneth, 
 Ghst. And my confent ne’reask’d hereinbefore ? 
 This isclofe dealing. Well, I willbe there. 
 My Nel, Itake my leave; and Mafter Sherife, 
 Let not her Penance exceede the KingsCommiffion. 
 Sher. And’s pleafe you Grace, here my Commiffion 
 And Sir Job Stanly is appointed now, ({tayes: 
 Totake her withhimtotheHeofMan.. 
 Glost. Mult you, Sir Zohn, protect my Lady here? 
 Stanly. So am I given in charge, miay’t pleafe your 
 Grace. 
 Gloft. Entreat her not the worfe, in that I pray 
 You ufe her well : the World may ugh againe, 
 And I may live to doeyou kindnefle, if you doe it her. 
 And fo Sir Jobn, farewell. ; 
 Ehan, What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare- 
 well? ¢ 
 Glost. Witneffe my teares, I cannot ftay to {peake. 
 Exit Gloster. 
 Elian. Art thou gone too? atl comfort'goe with thee, 
 For none abides with me : my Toy,is Death : 
 Death, at whofe Name I oft have beene afear’d, 
 Becaufe I with’d this Worldseternity. 
 Stanley,] prethee goe, and take mie hence, 
 Icare not whither, for I begge no favour ; 
 | Onely convey me wherethou art commanded. 
 Stan, Why, Madain, thit isto the Ile of Man,’ 
 | There to‘beus’d according to your State. 
 Elian. That’sbad enough, for 1am but reproach ¢ 
 And fhall I then be us’d reproachfully’ 2 
 Stan, Like toa Duchefle, and Duke Humfreyes Lady, 
 According to that State you fhalt beus’d. ; 
 Elian. Sherifefarewell, and better then I fare, 
 Although thou haft beene Condu& of my fhame- 
 Sheri. Teis my Office, and Madam pardon me. 
 Elian. 1, 1, farewell, thy Officeis difcharg’d’: 
 Come Stanley, {hall wegoe ? 
 Stan, Madam, yout Penance done, 
 Throw off this Sheet, walt 
 And goe wetoattyre you for our Tourney’ 
 Elian. My fhame willnot be fhifted with my Sheet : 
 No, it will hang upon my richelt Robes, 
 And thew it felfe, attyreme howl can. - : 
 Goe, leade the way, Llong tofeemy Prifon. — Exeunt. 
 Enter King, Queene, Cardinal, Suffolke, Yorke 
 ae Sabishury, and Warwicke, ote 
 tothe Parliament. 
 King. Imufe my Lord of Glofter is not come: 
 ’Tis not his wont tobe the hindmoft man, 
 W hate’re occafion keepes hin fromus now: 
 Duee. Can younot fee ? or will yenot obferve 
 The ftrangeneffe of his alter’d Countenance? 
 With whata Majefty he beares hiinfelfe, 
 How infolent of late he is become, aveted bart | 
 How prowd, how peremptory, and unlike himfelfe, 
 Weknow the time fince he was milde and affable, 
 And if wedid but glance farre-cff Looke, 
 Immediately he was upon his Knee, 
 
 That all the Court admir’d hima for fubmiffion. 
 
 But mect him now, and be it in the Morne, 
 
 When every one will give the time of day, 
 
 He knits his Brow, and fhewes an angry Eye, 
 
 And pafleth by with ftiffe unbowed Knee, 
 
 Ditdaining duty that tous belengs- 
 
 Small Curresare not regarded when they grinne, 
 
 But great men tremble when the Lyonrores, — 
 
 And Aumfrey is no little Man in England. 
 
 Firftnote; that he isneere youin defcent, 
 
 And‘fhould you fall, he is the next will mount. 
 
 Me feemeth then, it is no Pollicy, 
 
 Refpecting whata rancorous mind he beares, 
 
 And his advantage following your deceafe, : 
 
 That he fhould come about your Royall Perfon, 
 
 Or be admitced to your highnefle councell. 
 
 By flattery hath he wonne the Commons hearts: 
 
 And when he pleafe to make Commotion, 
 
 ’Tis to be fear’d theyall will follow dim. a in 
 
 Now ‘tisthe Spring, and Weedesare fhallow-reoted, | — 
 
 Suffer them now, and they’le o’re-grow the Garden, | ~ 
 
 And choake the Herbes for want of husbandry. 
 
 The reverent care I beare unto my Lord, 
 
 Made me collect thefe dangers in the Duke. 
 
 If itbefond, callita Womansfeare : 
 
 Which feare, if better Reafons can fupplant, — 
 
 I wili fubfcribe, and fay I wrong’d the Duke. 
 
 My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, arid Tarke. 
 
 Reprove my aliegation, if you can, ta a 
 
 Or elfe conclude my words effe@uall, Yn 
 Suff. Well hath your highnefle feene into this Dukes} 
 
 And had | firft beene puttofpeakemy mind, =} 
 
 Ithinke I fhould have told yourGracesTalee == 
 
 The Ducheffe, by his fubornation, eu 
 
 Vpon my Life began her divellifh practifes : 
 
 Or if he were not privy to thofe Faults, 
 
 Yet by reputing of his high defcent, 
 
 As nextthe King, he was fucceffiue Heire, 
 
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 | And fuch high vaunts of his Nobility, 
 
 Did initigate the Bedlam braine-ficke Ducheffe, 
 By wicked'meanesto frame our Soveraignes fall, 
 Smooth runnesthe Water, where the Brooke \is deepes ; 
 And in his fimple thew he harbours Treafon. = | 
 The Fox barkes not, when he would fteals the Lamber| — 
 No, no, my Soveraigne, Gloffer isaman _s 
 Vnfounded yet, and full of deepe deceit. 
 Card. Lid he not, contrary toforme of Law, 
 evife ftrange deaths, for {mall offences done? 
 Yorke. And did henot, inhis ProreGorfhip, 
 Levy great fummes of Money through the Realine, 
 For Souldiers pay in France, and never fent it? i 
 By meanes whereof, the Towneseach day revolted. j 
 Buck. Tut,thefeare petty faults to faultsunknowne, | 
 Which time will bring to light infmooth Dake Humjrq | 
 King. My Lords.at once : the care you have of us, | 
 | To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot, | — 
 Is worthy praife : but fhall I {peake,my confcience, 
 Our Kinfman G/oster is as innocent, ; 
 From meaning Treafon to our Royall Perfon, 
 As isthe fucking Lambe, or harmelefleDove:' 
 Tke Duke is vertuous, milde, and too well given, _ 
 Todreame on evill, or toworke my downefall: 
 Que, Ah what's more dangerous, thenthis food 
 Seemes he a Dove?his feathers are but borrow’d, 
 For he’s difpofed as the hatefull Raven. 
 
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 For he’s enclin’d as is the ravenous Wolves, 
 Who cannot ftealea fhape, that meanes deceit ? 
 Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of usall,, 
 
 | Hangs on thecutting hort that fraudfull man. 
 
 Enter Somer(et. 
 Som, All health unto my gracious Soveraigne. 
 King.-Welcome Lord Somerfet: What Newes from 
 France ? 
 Som. Thatall your Intercft inthofe Territories, 
 Is vtterly bereft you: allis loft. . 
 King. Cold Newes, Lord Somerfit : but Gods will be 
 one. 
 Yorke. Cold Newes for me : for I had hope of France, 
 As firmely as I hope for fertile England. 
 
 | Thus are my Bloffomes blafted inthe Bud, 
 
 And Caterpillers eate my Leaves away : 
 But I will remedy this geare ere long, : 
 _ Or fell my Title for 4 glorious Grave. 
 
 _ Enter Glocefter. itis go 
 Glocest. All happineffe unto my Lord the King : 
 Pardon, my Liege, that I have ftay’d fo long. 
 Suff.Nay Glocester,know that thouart come too foone, 
 
 | Valeffe thou wert more loya'l thenthouart : 
 
 I doearreft thee of high Treafon here. 
 Glecest.. Well Suffalke, yet thou fhalt not fee me bluth, 
 
 | Nor change my Countenance for this Arreft: - 
 
 A heart unfpotted, is not cafily daunted. 
 
 | The pureft Spring is not fo free ftom mud, 
 
 As lam cleare from Treafonto my Soveraigne. 
 
 Who can accufe me ? wherein am I guilty ? 
 Yorke. “Tis thought, my Lord, 
 
 That you tooke Bribes of France, 
 
 ‘| And being Protector, {tay’d the Souldiers.pay, 
 
 By meanes whereof, his highneffe hath loft France. 
 Glocest, Is it but thought fo ? 
 
 What are they that thinke it? 
 
 I never rob’d the Souldiers of their pay, 
 
 Nor ever had one penny Bribe from France. 
 
 So helpe me God, as I have watchtthe Night, 
 
 ‘| I, Night by Night, in {tudying good for England. 
 
 That Doyt that ere I wrefted fromthe King, 
 Or any Groat I hoorded to my ufe, 
 
 Be broughtagain{t me at my Tryall day. 
 No: many a Pound of mine owne proper ftore, 
 Becanfe 1 would not taxe the needy Comimonss 
 Have I difpurfed to the Garrifous, 
 
 | And never ask’dfor reftitution. — , 
 
 (ard. It {ervesyou well, my Lord, to fay fo much. , 
 Gloceft. 1f{ay nomore thén truth, fo helpe me God- 
 Yorke. In your Protectorfhip, you did devife 
 Strange T ortures for Offenders, never heard of, 
 That Fngland was defam’d by Tyranny.) > 
 — Gloceft. Why.’tis well knowne, that whiles I was Pro- 
 Pitty was all the fault that wasin me :. (tector, 
 For I fhould melt at an Offendorsteares, 
 
 | Andlowly words were Ranfome for their faults 
 
 Valeffe it were a bloody Murtherer, Boye; 
 Or foule felonious Theefe, that fleec’d poore paffengers, 
 e punifhment. 
 
 Morther indeed, that bloody finne, I tortur’d . 
 
 | Abovethe Felon,or what Trefpas elfe. , 
 
 __ Suff. My Lord, thefe Faults are cafie quickly antwer'ds 
 
 | But mightier Crimes are lay’d unto your charge, 
 
 Whereof you cannot eafily purge your felfe. 
 
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 ‘The fecond Part of Henry the Sixth. 
 
 _Fheancient Proverbe willbe welletfected, 
 A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge. 
 
 I doearreft you in his highnefle Name, 
 
 And here commit youto my Lord Cardinall 
 Tokeepe; untill yonr farther time of Tryall.-. 
 
 King. My Lord of Glocefter, ‘tis my fpeciall hope, 
 
 That you will cleare your felte from all fufpence, 
 My Confcience tells me you are innocent. 
 _Gloseft. Ah gracious Lord, thefe dayes are dangerous : 
 Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition, 
 And Charizy chas'd hence by Rancours hand ; 
 Foule Subornation is predominant, 
 
 And Equitie exil’d your highneffe Land, 
 
 Iknow, their Complotisto have my Life: 
 
 And if my death might make this Iland happy, 
 
 And prove the Period of their Tyranny, 
 
 I would expend it with all willingneffe. 
 
 But mine is made the Prologue to their Play : 
 
 For thonfands more, that yet fafpect no peril, 
 Will not conclude their plotted Tragedy. 
 Beanfords red {parkling eyes blab his heaitsmallice, 
 And Suffolkes cloudy Brow his ftormy hate ; 
 Sharpe Buckingham unburthens with histongue 
 The envious Load that lyes upon his heart : 
 
 And dogged Yorke, that reaches at the Moone, 
 Whofe over-weening Arme I bave pluckt backe, 
 
 By falfeaccufe doth levell at my life. 
 
 And you, my Soveraigne Lady, with the reft, 
 
 Canfcleffe have lay’d difgraces on my head, 
 
 And with your beft endevour have ftirr’d up 
 
 My liefeft Liegeto be mine Enemy : 
 
 I, all of you have lay’d your heacs together, 
 
 My felfe had notice of your Conventicles, 
 
 And all to make away my guiltleffe life. 
 
 I fhall not wane falfe W itneffe, to condemne me, 
 
 Nor ftore of Treafons, toaygment my guilt’: 
 
 (ard, My Liege, his rayling is iatoilerable. 
 
 If thofethat care to keepe your Royall Perfon 
 From Treafons fecret Knife, and Traytors Rage, 
 Be thusupbraided, chid, and rated at, 
 
 And the Offender granted {cope of fpeech, 
 
 ’ Twill make them coole in zeale unto your Grace, 
 
 Saf. Hath henot twit our Soveraigne Lady here 
 Withignominious words, though Clarkely couche? 
 As if fhe had fuborned fome to fweare 
 Falfe allegations, to.o’rethrow his ftate. 
 
 Que. But I cangive the lofer leave to chide, 
 
 Glocest, Farre truer {pokethen meant: Ilofe indeed, 
 Befhrew the winners, for they play’d me falfe, 
 
 And well fach lofers may haveleave to {peake.. : 
 
 Back, He'll wreftrhe fence, and hold us here all day. 
 Lord Cardinall, heis your Prifoner. 
 
 (ard. Sirs,take away the Duke, and guard him fure. 
 
 Gloceft. Ah, thus King Heary throwes away his Crutch } 
 Before his Leggesbe firme to beare his body. 
 
 Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy fide, 
 
 And Wolvesare gnarling, who fhall gnaw thee firft. 
 Ah that may feare werefalfe, ahthatitc were; 
 For good King Henry,thy decay I feare. Exit Glocester> | 
 
 King.My Lords,what to your wifdonies feemeth beft, 
 Doe, or uudoe, as if our felfe were here. \ | 
 
 Qutene: What, will your highneffe leave the Parlia- 
 ment ? hg CES i : 
 
 King. 1 Margaret ; my heart is drown’'d with griefe, 
 Whofe floud begins.to flowe within mine eyes ; 
 
 My body round engyre with mifery : fs 
 
Lhe jecond Part of Henry thes ixth, 
 
 For what’s more miferable then Difcontent? 
 
 Ah Vackle Humfrey, inthy face I fee 
 
 The Map of Honor, Truth, and Loyalty : 
 
 And yet, good Humfrey, isthe houre to come, 
 
 That ere I prov'd thee falfe, or fear’d thy faith. 
 
 What lowring Starre now envies thy eftate ? 
 
 That thefe great Lords, and Margaret our Queene, 
 
 Doefeeke {ubverfion of thy harmeleffe Life. 
 
 Thou never didft them wrong, nor ne man wrong : 
 
 Andasthe Butcher takes away the Calfe, 
 
 And bindsthe Wretch, and beats it when it ftrayes, 
 
 Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-houfe; 
 
 Even {0 remorfeleffe have they borne him hence : 
 
 And asthe Damme runnes lowing up and downe, 
 
 Looking the wayher harmcleffe young one went, 
 
 And can doe nought but wayle her Darlings lofle ; 
 
 Even fo my felfe bewayles good Gloflers cafe 
 
 With fad unhelpefull teares, and with dimm’deyes ; 
 
 Lookeafter him, and cannot doe him good : 
 
 So mighty are his vowed Enemies. 
 
 His fortunes I will weepe, and ’twixt each groane, 
 
 Say, who’sa Traytor ? Gloster he is none. 
 
 Quee. Free Lords: bias 
 Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames : 
 Henry, my Lord, is cold in great Affaires, 
 
 Too full of foolifh pitty : and Glofters fhew 
 
 Beguiles him, as the mourncfull Crocodile 
 
 With forrow {nates relenting paffengers 5 
 
 Oras the Snake, roll’d ina flowring Banke, _ 
 
 With fhining checker’d flough doth fting a Child, 
 
 That for the beauty thinkes it excellent. 
 
 | Beleeve me Lords, were none more wife then f, 
 
 And yet herein I judge mine owne Wit good ; 
 
 This G/ofter fhould be quickly rid the World, 
 
 To rid us from the feare we have of him. 
 
 Card. That he fhould dye, is worthy pollicy, 
 But yet we want a Colour for his death : 
 
 ’Tis mect he be condemn’d by courfe of Law. 
 Swf. Butin my mind, that were no pollicy 
 
 The King will labour ftiilto fave his Life, 
 
 The Commons haply rife,to fave his Lite ; 
 
 And yet-we have but triviall argument, 
 
 More then miftrutt, that fhewes him worthy death. 
 Yorke, So that by this, you would not have him dye. 
 Suff. Ah Yorke,no manalive,fo faineas I. 
 
 Yorke, ’Tis Yorke that hath more reafon for his death, 
 But my Lord Cardinall, and you my Lord of Suffolke, 
 Say asyouthinke, and {peake it from your Soules: 
 Wer’tnotallone, anempty Eagle were fer, 
 
 To guard the Chicke from a hungry Kyte, 
 
 | As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector? 
 
 Quee. So the poore Chicken fhould be fare of death, 
 
 Swf. Madam 'tis tue : and wer’tnot madnefie then, 
 To make the Fox furveyor of the Fold # 
 
 | Who being aceus’da crafty Murtherers. 
 
 - His guilt thouldbe but idly pofted over , 
 
 ' Becaufe his purpofeis notexecuted, 
 
 No :lethim dye, in that heis a Fox, 
 By patnre prov’dan Enemy to the Flockes 
 Before his Chaps be ftayn'd with Crimfon blood, 
 
 _ As Humfrey prov’d by Reafonsto my Liege. 
 
 _ And doe not ftand on Quillets how to flay him:: 
 
 Beit by Gynnes, by Snares, by. Subtlety, 
 
 Sleeping, or Waking, ’tisno matter how. 
 
 _ So he be dead ; for that isgood deceit. 
 
 Which mates him firft, that firlt intends deceit. © -< 
 
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 Once. Thrice Noble Suffolke, ’tis refolutely fpoke. pe 
 
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 Suff. Notrefolute, except fo much weredones> | 
 
 For things are often {poke, and feldome meant, 
 But that my heart accordeth with my tongue, 
 Seeing the deed is meritorious, : 
 
 And to preferve my Soveraigne from his Foe, 
 Say but the word, and I wil! be his Prieft. 
 
 Ere you cantake due Orders for a Priclt : 
 Say you confent, and cenfure well the deed, 
 And Ie provide his Executioner, 
 
 I tender fo the fafety of my Liege. 
 
 ™ Quee, And {olay I. : 
 York. And 1: and now we three have fpokeit, 
 Is skills not greatly who impugnes our doome. 
 
 Enter a Poste. 
 Pof. Great Lords, from Ireland amI come amaine, 
 
 To fignifie, that Rebels there are up, 
 And put the Englifhmen untothe Sword, 
 
 Swf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. iad Ee 
 
 Send Succours (Lords)and ftoptheRagebetime, | 
 
 Before the Wound doe grow uncurable; 
 For being greene, there is great hope of helpe. 
 Card, A.Breacli that craves a quicke expedient ftop. 
 W hat counfaile give you in this weighty canfe? 
 Torke. That Somerfet be {ent a Regent thither: 7 ~ 
 Tis mect that luckye Ruler be imploy-d, al 
 Witnefle the fortune-he hath had in France. ' 
 Som. \fYorke, with all his farre-fet pollicy,’ ° 
 Had beene the Regent there, in ftead of me, 
 He never would have ftay’d in France folong- 
 Yorke. No, not to lofe itall, as thon haftdenes 
 I rather would have Joft my life betimes, 
 Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home, 
 By ftaying there fo long, ‘till all were loft. ts 
 Shew me one skarre, charater’d on'thy skinne. © 7” 
 Mom fleth pecines fo whole, doe feldome winne: a6 
 uee. Nay then, this {fparke will prove a raging fire 
 Tf Wind and Fuell be lemgiaved feed it with ae $6 
 No more; good Yorke ; {weet Somerféer be fill. 
 Thy fortune, Yorke; hadft thou beene Regent there, 
 Might haply have prov’d farre worfethenhis.~ 
 — W hat, worfethen nanght ? nay, then a fhame 
 take all. ye 
 
 Somerfet, And inthe number, thee, that wifltt 
 fhame. ise 
 (ard. My Lord of Yorke, try whatyour fortune iss 
 Th'uncivill Kernes of Jre/and are in Armes, vd 
 And temper Clay with blood of Englifimen. 
 To Ireland will youleade a Band of men, 
 Collected choycely, from each County fome, 
 _And try your hapagainft the Irifhamen? ; 
 Yorke. I will, my Lord, fo pleafe his Majeftys “> ~ 
 _. Suff.) Why, our Authority is his confent, ~~ 
 And what we doe eftablith, he confitmes ; 
 
 Then, Noble Yorke, take thou this Taskein hand. : ak : 
 
 Yorke. Lam content: ProvidemeSouldiers , Lords. | 
 Whiles I'take order for mine owne affaires. pier 
 Suff. A charge, Lord Yorke, that Lwill {ee perfortn 
 
 But now returne we to the falfe Duke Humfrep. >” 
 Card. No more of him y for I willdeale withh 
 Thathencefortlr he fhalltreubleusnomore: 
 And fo breake off, theday is almoft{pent, | 
 Lord Swfolke, youand Imufttalke of thatevent. ° 
 
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 Card. But I would have him dead, my Lord of Sefolke, 
 
The fecond Part of King Henry the Sixt. : 
 
 I would be blind with weeping, ficke with grones, 
 Looke pale as Prim-rofe with blood-drinking fighes, 
 Andall to havethe Noble Duke alive. 
 What know I how the world may deeme of me? 
 For it is knowne we were but holiow Friends : 
 It may be judg’d I made the Duke away- 
 So fhall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded, 
 And Princes Courtsbe fill’d with my reproach: 
 This get I by his death: Ayeme unhappy, 
 To be a Queene, and Crown’d with infamy. 
 King: Ah woe ismé for Glofter, wretched man. 
 Quee, Be woe for me, more wretched then he iss 
 What, Doft thou turne away, and hide thy face ? 
 Iam noloathfome Leaper, looke on me- 
 What? Artthon like the Adder waxen deafe? 
 Be poyfonoustoo, and kill thy forlorne Queene. 
 Isalkthy comfort fhut in Glosters Tombe ? 
 Why then Dame E/ianor was ne’re thy joy- 
 Ere& his Statue, and worfhip it, 
 And make my Image but an Ale-honfe figne. 
 Was I for this nye wrack’d upon the Sea, 
 And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke 
 Drove backe againe unto my Native Clime. 
 What boaded this ? but well fore-warning winde 
 Did feemetofay, feeke not a Scorpions Neft, 
 Nor fet no footing on this unkind Shore. 
 What did I then? But curft the gentle gufts, 
 And he that loos’d tbem forth cheir Brazen Caves, 
 And bidthem blow towards Englands blefied fhore, 
 Or turne our Sterne upona dreadfull Rocke : 
 Yet Lolus would not be a murtherer, 
  Butleft that hatefull office unto thee. 
 The pretty vaulting Sea refus’d to drowne me, 
 Knowing that thou wouldft have me drown'd on fhore 
 With teares as falt as Sea, through thy unkindnefles. 
 The fplitcing Rockes cowr’d inthe finking fands, 
 And would not dah me with their ragged fides, 
 Becaufe thy flinty heart more hard then they, 
 - Might in thy Pallace, perifh Edaner, 
 | As farreas I'could ken thy Chalky Cliffes, 
 When from thy Shore, the Tempeft beate nsbacke, 
 1 ftood:npon the Hatches inthe ftorme : 
 And when the dasky sky, began to rob 
 My carneft-gaping-fight of the Lands view, ' 
 I rooke a coitly lewell from my necke, 
 A Heart it was bound in with Diamonds, 
 And threw it towards thy Land: The Sea receiv dit, 
 And fol with’d thy body might my Heart: 
 And even with this, Lloft faire Englands view , 
 And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart, 
 And call’d them blind and dusky Spectacles, 
 For lofing ken of Albions wifhed Coatt, 
 How often have J tempted Suffolkes tongue 
 (Theagent of thy foule inconftancy ) 
 Toit and watch me as A/eanius did, 
 When heto madding Dido would unfold 
 His Fathers Acts, commenc’d in burning Troy, 
 Am not witchtlike her? Or thounot falfe like him ? 
 | Ayeme, Icannomore : Dye Ehnor, 
 For Henry weepes; that thou doft live folong. 
 
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 Noyfe within. Enter Warwicke, and many | 
 . (Commons. 
 
 | war. It isreported, mighty Soveraigne,' 
 That good Duke Humfrey Traiteronlly is murdered. 
 
 By Suffolkes, andthe Cardinall Beawfordsmeanes: | 
 
 The Commonslike anangry hive of Bees AT 
 ‘That want their Leader, {catter up and downe, 
 
 And care not who they iting in his revenge- 
 
 My felfe have calm’d their{pleenfullmutiny, 
 
 Vntili they heare the order of hisdeath. ‘i 
 
 King. Thatheis dead good Warwicke, "tis tootruc, | 
 But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henrys 
 Enter his Chamber, view his breathlefle Corpes, 
 And comment then upon his fodaine death, 
 
 Warw. That thall [doe my Liege: Stay Saésbary 
 With the rude multitude, till I returne. ecrces' |b 
 
 King.O thou that judgeft all things, flay my thoughts; } 
 My thoughts, that labour toperfwade myfoule, = | 
 
 Some violent hands were laid.on Hwmfryes life: 
 
 If my fufpect be falle, forgive me God, 
 
 For judgement onely doth belong to thee + 
 
 Faine would I goe to chafe his paly lips, 
 
 With twenty thoufand kiffes, and to draige 
 
 Vpon his face an Ocean of falt teares, . 
 
 To tell my love unto his dumbe deafetrunke, 
 
 And with my fingers feele his hand, unfeeling: 
 
 But all in vaineare thefe meane Obfequies, 
 
 Bed put forth. 
 
 And tofurvey his dead and earthly Image : 
 
 What were it but to make my forrow greater ? : 
 
 : — Come hither gracious metal tn 5 view this 
 ody ais 
 
 King. Thatisto fee how deeepe my grave ismade, 
 For with his fonle fled all my worldly folace ; 1p 
 For feeing him,‘ I fee my life in death. 
 
 War. As furely as my fouleintendstolive © | 
 With that dread King that tooke our ftateupon him, 
 To tree usfrom his Fathers wrathfull curfe, = 
 I doe beleeue that violent hands were laid 
 Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Dake. 1 Ole 
 
 Suff. A dreadfull Oath,fworne witha folemne tongues | 
 What inftance gives Lord Warwicke for hisvow? 
 
 war. See how the blood is fetled in his faces 
 Oft have I feenea timely-parted Ghoft, 2 
 Of afhy femblance, meager; pale,and bloodleffe; 
 Being all defcended to the labouring heart, 
 
 Who in the Confli@ that it holds with death, 
 Attracts the fame for aydance ’gainftthe enemys 1s et 
 Which with the heart there cooles, ‘and ne’re retu Bs 
 To blufh and beautifie the Cheeke againe- 
 But fee, his face is blacke, and full of blood : 
 His eye-balles further ont, than when he lived, 
 
 . Staring full gaftly, like a ftrangled man : Leas 
 His hayre up rear’d, his noftris ftretche with ftrngling | 
 
 His hands abroad difplay’d, as one that grafpt re 
 And tuge’d for Life, and was by ftrengthfubdudes | 
 Looke on the fheets his haire (you f befid fticking, 
 His well proportion’d Beard, maderuffe and rogg'dy 
 Liketothe Summers Corne by Tempeftlodged s 
 It cannot be but he was murdred heere, | 
 The leaft ofall thefe fignes wereprobable. ‘ta 
 Suf. Why Warwicke, who thould doe the D.to death? | 
 My felfe and Beawford had him in protection, a 
 And we,l hope fir,arenomurtherers). © 8 
 
 wer. But bothof you were vowed D.Hamfries death. 
 Ard you (forfooth) had the good Duke to keepe : 
 Tislike you would not feaft him like afriend, > 
 And*tis wellfeene,be found an enemy. ee 
 
 Queen, Then youbelike fifpect thefe Noblemen, — 
 
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 1 As guilty of Duke Humfries timelefledeath. 
 
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 | Warw, Who findsthe Heyfer dead,and bleeding freth, 
 | And fees faft-by, a Butcher withan Axe, 
 
 | But will fufped, twas he that made the flaughter ? 
 
 Who finds the Partridge in the Puttockes Nett, 
 
 But may imagine how the Bird wasdead, , 
 
 Although the Kyte foare with unbloudied Beake ? 
 
 *t fo fufpitions is this Tragedy. 
 
 #.Are you the Butcher, Suffo/ke? where’s your Knife? 
 Is Beauford tearm’d a Kyte ? where are his Tallons? 
 Suff. I weare no Knife, to flanghter fleeping men; 
 But here’sa vengefull Sword , rufted with eale, 
 That fhall be {cowred in his rancorous heart, 
 | That flanders me with Murthers Crimfon Badge. 
 Say, if thou dart, prow’d Lord of Warwickfhire, 
 That Iam faulty in Duke Hamfryes death. by 
 ‘Ste What daresnot Warwicke, if falfe Suffolke dare 
 | him ? 
 Qut. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit, 
 Nor ceafe to be an arrogant Controller, 
 Though S#ffolke dare him twerity thoufand times. 
 Warw. Madam be ftill: with reverence may | fay, 
 For every word you {peake in his behalfe, 
 Is flander to your Royall Dignity. { 
 __Suf. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor; 
 If ever Lady wrong’d her Lord fo much, 
 Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed; 
 me fterne untutor’d Churle ; and Noble Stocke 
 as graft with Crab-tree flip, whofe Fruit thouartj 
 And never of the Wewils Noble Race. 
 Ware, But thatthe evil: of Murther bucklers“thee, 
 ‘And I fhould rob the Deaths-manofhisFee, — 
 _ | Quitting thee thereby of ten thonfand fhames, 
 And that my Soveraignes prefence makes me mild, 
 T would, falfe murd’rous Coward, on thy Knee 
 Makethee beg pardon for thy pafled {peech, 
 | And fay, it was thy Mother that thou meant’ {ts 
 © | That thou thy felfe waft borne in Baftardy ; 
 | And after all this fearcfull Homage done, 
 a» | | Give thee thy hyre, aed thy Soule to hell, 
 __ | Pernicious blood-fucker of fleeping men, 
 i | Swf. Thou fhalt be waking, while I thed thy bloods 
 ' | Iffrom this prefencethoudar't goe with me. . » 
 | :Warw. Away even now, orl willdragthee hence, 
 ~ | Vnworthy though thou art, Ie cope wath thee, 
 | And doe fome fervice to Duke Humfreyes Ghott: 
 
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 Bicx: ; Exeunt. 
 King. W hat ftronger Breft-plate then a heart untainted? 
 ) Thrice is he arm’d, that hath his Quarrell jaft ; 
 And he but naked, though lockt up in Steele, 
 si@ | Whofe confcience with. injuftice is corrupted. 
 
 A noyfe within, 
 Luge What noyfe is this? . oo 
 
 ‘ Enter Suffolkeand Warwicke; with sheds ; es 
 : Weapous drawne. 
 
 _ King. Why how now Lords ? 
 
 yi [ Your wrathfull Weapons drawsie, : 
 ‘ | Herein our prefence?. Dare you be fo bold? 
 ; : y what tumultuous clamor have we here? S-, 
 wi | Suff. The trayt’rous Warwicke, with the men of Bury, 
 tf Set all upon me, mighty Soveraigne... 
 
 Pe ee Enter Salishewy, iu 
 - Sirs, ftand apart, the .ing fhall know. your 
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 Dread Lord, the Commons {end you word by me, » 
 Voleffe Lord Suffolke ftraight be done to death, 
 Or banithed faire Englands Territories, We 
 They will by violence teare him from your Pallace, 
 And torture him with grievouslingring death. 
 They fay, by him the good Duke Hamfrey dy'de : 
 They fay, in him they feare your Highneffe death ; 
 And meere inftin& of Love and Loyalty, 
 Free froma {tubborne oppofite intent, 
 As being thought to contradict your liking, 
 Makes them thus forward in his Banifhment. 
 They fay, in care of your moft Royall Perfon, 
 That if your Highneffe fhould intend to fleepe, 
 And charge, that no man fhould difturbe your reft, 
 In paine of your diflike, or paine of death ; 
 Yetnotwithflanding fuch a ftrait Edict, 
 Were there a Serpent feene, with torked Tongue, 
 That flyly glyded towards your Majefty, 
 It were but neceffary you were wak’t: 
 Leaft being fuffer’d inthat harmeleffe lumber, 
 The mortall Worme might make the fleepe eternal, 
 And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid, 
 That they will guard you, where you will, or no, - 
 From fuch fell Serpents as fale Suffalke is 5 
 With whofe invenomed and fatall fting, : 
 Your loving Vnckle, twenty times his worth, 
 They fay is {hamefully bereft of life. 
 Commons within. An Anfwer from the King, my Lord }- 
 of Salisbury. 
 Suff. ’ Tis like the Commons, rude unpolifht hinds, 
 Could fend fuch Meffage to their Soveraigne : 
 But you,my Lord, were glad to be imploy'd, 
 To fhew how queintan Orator you are. 
 Butallche Honor Sadsbary hath wonne, 
 Is, that he was the Lord Embaflador, 
 Sent from a fort of Tinkers to the King. ort 30h 
 Within.. Au anfwer from the: King, or wee will all 
 breake in. ici bosntig SooRE 
 King, Goe Salisbury, and tell chem:al! from me, 
 I thanke them for their render loving care ; 
 And had I not beene cited fo by them, 
 Yet did I purpofe as they doe entreat : 
 
 ’ For fure, my thoughts doe hourely prophecy, 
 
 Mifchance unto my State by Swffolkes meanes, 
 And therefore by his Majefty 1 {weare, 
 Whofe farre-unwortbhy Deputy Lam,::- 
 He fhall not breathe infection in this ayre, 
 But three dayeslonger, on the paine of death. ree 
 Que. Oh Hexry, ler me pleade for gentle Suffolkes 
 King. Vogentle Queene, to call him gentle Saffatke. 
 Nomore [fay : ifthou do’ft pleadefor bim,... . ,. ... 
 Thou wilt bur adde encreafeuntomy-Waath. 9, 
 Had I butfaid, I would have kept my word ; 
 But when If{weare,: icisirrevocable >»; 23 
 If after three dayes {pace thou here beg’ft founds * 7 
 Onany ground that iam Ralerof,. ee 
 The World fhallnot be Ranfome for thy Life. t 
 Come *¥arwicke,come good Warwicke, goe withs P iy 
 Wy pM se 
 Que. Mifchance and Sorrow gocalong with you, , 
 Hearis Difcontent; »andfowre Afflictiony 
 Be play-fellowes to keepe you company : 
 There’s two of you, the Devill madea third, 
 And three-fold Vengeance tend upon your fteps. 
 Saff.. Ceafe, gentle Queené, thefe Execrations; » 
 And let thy Swffolke take his heavyleave. © 
 
136 
 
 T he fecond Partof King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 a 
 
 Quee. Fye Coward woman, and ‘foft hearted wretch, 
 Haft thon not fpirit to curfe thine enemy? 
 S#ff. A plague upon them : wherefore fhould I curfle 
 them? 
 Would curfes kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone, 
 I would invent as bitter fearching termes, 
 Ascurft,as harfh,and horrible to heare, 
 Deliver’d ftrongly through my fixed teeth, 
 With full as many fignes of deadly hate, 
 Asleane-fac'd envy in her loathfom¢cave. 
 My tongue fhould fumble in mine carneft words, 
 Mine eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten Flint, 
 Mine haire be fixt anend, as one diftra& : 
 I, every joynt fhould feeme to curfe and ban, 
 And even now my burthen’d heart would breake 
 Should Lnot curfe them. Poyfon betheir drinke; 
 Gall, worfe then Gall, the daintieft that they tafte : 
 Their fweeteft fhade, a grove of Cypretfe Trees : 
 Their cheefeft Profpect, murd’ring Bafiliskes : 
 Their fofteft Touch, as {mart as Lyzards {tings : 
 Their Muficke, frightful as the Serpents biffe, 
 And boading Screech-Owles, make the Confort full. 
 Allthe foule terrors in darke feated hell 
 2ve. Enough {weet Suffolke,thou torment’ ft thy felfe, 
 And thefe dread curfes like the Sunne “gaint glaffe, 
 Or like an over-charged Gun, recoile, 
 And turnes the force of them upon thy felfe. 
 Suff. You bademeban, and will’you bid meleave ? 
 Now by the ground that I am banifh’d from, 
 Wellcould 1 curfe'away a Winters night, 
 Though ftanding naked on a Mountaine top, 
 Where byting cold would never let grafle grow, 
 Andthinke it but a minute {pent in fport. ; 
 Que. Oh, let-me intreat thee ceafe, give me thy band, 
 That { may dew it with my monrnfull teares 5 
 Nor let the raine of heaven wet this place, 
 To wath away my woefull Monuments. 
 Oh, could this kiffe be printed in thy band, 
 That thou might’ ftthinke upon thefe by the Seale, 
 Through whom a thoufand fighes are breath’d for’ thee, 
 So get thee gone, that I may know my griefe, 
 Tis but farmiz’d, ‘whiles thou art ftanding by, 
 As onethatfurfets, thinking on a ‘want: 
 I willrepeale thee, or be well aflui’d ; 
 Adventure to be banifhed my felfe : 
 And banifhed I am, if but from thee: 
 Goe, {peake not to mes; even now be gone, 
 Ohgoe not yet. Eventhus, twortiends condemn’d, 
 Embtate, and kiffe, and take ten thoufand leaves,” 
 Loathera hundred times to'partthendye; — 
 Yet now farewell and 'farewelllife with thee. 
 Suff, Thus is poore Saffoketen times banifhed, 
 Once by the King, and three timesthrice by thee. j 
 °Tis not the Land Ecare for, wer’tthou hence 
 A Wildernefle is populous enongh, 
 So Saffolke had thy heavenly company : g yee 11 
 Eorwherethou art, ‘there is the! World it-felfe, / - 
 With every feverall pleafure inthe World: 
 And where thouartnot, Defolations 
 I canto more: Livethou to joy thylifes; 9 -. 
 My felfe no joy in nought, but that thouliv’ft.° so | 
 >; UTE S32 VW 2 RiG OA 
 
 : ‘Enter Vax. ; ‘eno 
 Que. Whither goes Vanx So. Fatt? what riewes 
 S21 ‘4 port girl SHRI SAN Vda 39t baa f 
 
 - prethee? ~"" vi 
 
 | Dydele notin hisbed? Where Should he dye? | 
 j Can I make men live where they will orno? 
 
 Vaux. To fignific unto his Majefty, 
 That Cardiuall Beasford is at point of death? 
 For fodainely a greivous fickeneffe tooke him, | 
 That makes him gaspe, and ftare, and catch theayre, 
 Blafpheming God, and curfing men on earth, ’ 
 Sometime he talkes, as if Duke Hamfryes Ghoft 
 Were by his fide : Sometime, he callesthe King, +” 
 And whifpers to his pillow, as to him, ; 
 The fecrets of his over-charged foule, 
 
 And Lam fent io tell his Majefty, 
 That even now he cries alowd for him. 
 
 Quee. Goetellthis heavy Meflage to the King, iz, 
 Aye me | What is this World ? Whatnewesarethefer} 7 
 But wherefore greeve I at an houres poorelofic, ~ 
 Omitting Suffolkes exile, my fonles Treafure? 
 
 Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee ? 
 
 And with the Southerne clouds, ¢coritend in teares? 
 
 Theirs for the earths encreafe; mine for my forrowes. - 
 
 Now getthec hence,the King thou know’ft is comming 
 
 If thou be found by me, thou art bat dead. ie 
 Swf. If1 depart from thee, I cannot live, 
 
 And inthy fight to dye, what wereit elfe, 
 
 But like a pleafant {lumber in thy lap? 
 
 Heere could I breath my foule into theayre, 
 
 As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe, 
 
 Dying with mothers dugge betweeneit’slips, 
 
 Whevefrom thy fight, I fhould be raging mad. 
 
 And cry ont for theeto clofe up mine eyes: 
 
 To have thee with thy lippes to ftop my months 
 
 Sofhould’ft thon either turne my flying fonle, — 
 
 Or I thould breathe it {0 into thy body, 
 
 And then it liv’d in fweet Elizium. 
 
 To dyeby thee, were but to dye in jeft, 
 
 From thee to dye, were torture more then death : 
 Ohlet me ftay, befall what may befall. i's 
 Quee. Away : Though parting bea fretfull corofive, | 
 It is applyed to ‘a deathfull wound. ee 
 To France {weet Suffolke: Let ave heare from thee: 
 For wherefoever thou art in this worlds Globe, 
 
 Ne have an /r# that fhall find thee out. 
 
 Suff. Igoe. 
 
 Quce, Andtake my heart with thee. 
 
 Swf. A Tewell lockt into the wofulft Caske, 
 That ever did containe athing of worth, 
 Evenasa{plitted Barke, fo funder we : 
 
 This way fall I to death. ; 
 
 Que, This way for me. 
 
 eS 2. SLES SS. DESE SS SE 
 
 Sxcinte # 
 
 Enter the King, Salishony, and Warwicke, tote 
 Cardinallinbed. — 
 
 King. How fare’s my Lord ? Speake Beanford to thy| 
 Soveraigne. 
 
 Ca.If thou beeft death,le givethee Englands Trealures | 
 Enough to purchafe {uch another Ifland, ; 
 So thou wilt let melive, and feele no paint. 
 
 King. Ah, what a figne it is of evill life, 
 Where death's APEICSFe isfeene foterribles*- 
 
 War. Beauford, ivis thy Soveraigne {peakes tothets | — 
 
 Bean. Bring me unto my Triall when yoy will. 
 
 Phets wile 
 
 Oh torture me no more, I will confeffe. 
 
 Alive againe? Thenfhew me‘where he is, _ 
 Ile give a'thoufand pound to looke uponhim, 
 He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them, 
 
4 q 
 
 Piven 
 
 Like Lime-twigs {et to catch my winged foule : 
 
 Give me fome drinke, and bid the Apothecarie 
 
 Bring the ftrong poyfon that 1 bought of him. 
 
 Ksug, Ohthoueternall moover of the heavens, 
 
 Looke witha gentic eye upon this Wretch, 
 
 Oh beate away the bufie medling Fiend, 
 
 Thatlayes ftrong fiege unto this wretches foule, 
 
 And from his bofome purge this blacke defpairee 
 War. Sec how the pangs of deathdo make him grin. 
 Sal, Difturbe him not, let him paffe peaceably. 
 King. Peace to his foule, if Gods good pleafurc be. 
 
 Lord Card’nall, if thou think’ ft on heavens bliffe, 
 
 Hold up thy hand, make fignall of thy hope. - 
 
 He dyes and makes no figne : Oh God forgive him. 
 
 War. Sobad a death, argues a monftrous life. 
 Ksng. Forbeare to judge,for we are finnersall. 
 
 | Cloke up his eyes, and draw the Curtaine clofe, 
 
 - And let us all to Meditation. 
 
 eSarum, 
 
 Fight at Sea. Ordenance goes off. 
 
 Enter Lientenant, Suffolke, and others. 
 Liew. The gaudy blabbing and remorfefull day, 
 Is crept into the bofome of the Sea : 
 And now loud houling Wolves aroufe the Iades 
 That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night : 
 
 | Who with their drowfie, flow, and flagging wings 
 
 Cleape dead-mehs graves; and from their mifty lawes, 
 Breathe foule contagious darkneffein the ayre: 
 
 | Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize, 
 | For whilft our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes, 
 
 Here fhall they maketheir ranfome onthe fand, 
 Or with their blood ftaine this difcoloured fhore. 
 Matter, this Prifoner freely give I thee. 
 Andthou that art his Mate,make boote of this : 
 The other Walter Whitmore is thy fhare. 
 1.Gent, What is my ranfome Mafter, let me know. 
 Ma. A thoufand Crownes,or elfe lay down your heads 
 Mate. And {o much fhall you give, or off goes yours. 
 Liew. What thinke you much to pay 2000.Crownes, 
 And beare the name and port of Gentlemen ? 
 Cut both the Villaines throat, for dye you thal: 
 Thelives ofthofe which we have loft in fight, 
 Becounter-poys’d with fuch pettic fumme. 
 1,Gent, Me give it fir, and therefore {pare my life. 
 2'Gent. And fo will I, and write home for it ftraight. 
 Wihstm. lot mine eye ia laying the prize aboord, 
 
 _| And therefore to revenge it, fhaltthoudye, 
 | And fo fhonld thefe, if I might have my will. 
 
 Liew. Benotfo rath, takeranfome,|let him live. 
 S#f. Looke onmy George, I am aGentleman, 
 Rate me at what thou wilt, thou fhalt be payed. 
 | Whit, Andfoam1: my nameis Walter Woitmore.... 
 How now? why ftartsthouw? what doth death affright? 
 
 | Saf. Thy name affrights me,in whofe found isdeath: 
 
 Acunning man did calculate my Birth, 
 
 And told me that by water I thoulddye : 
 
 { Yetlet not this make thee be bloody-minded, 
 
 Thy name is Galtier, being rightly founded. - 
 V¥it. Gualtier or VValter, which itis I care not, 
 
 Never yet did bafe difhonout blurre our name, 
 
 4 _) Bat with our {word we wip’d away the blot. 
 
 _ | Brokebe my {word, my Armes torneand 
 _ | And Iproclaim’d a Coward through the world,. 
 
 Therefore, when Merchant-like I fell revenge 
 detacd, 
 
 = The fecond Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it ftands upright, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 137 
 
 Swf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prifoner isa Prince, 
 The Duke of Suffolke, Wiliam de la Pole. OW” 
 Whit.The Duke of Suffolke, muffled up in ragges 
 Saf. 1, but thefe raggs are no part ofthe Duke. 
 Liew, But love wasnever flaineas thou {hale be, | 
 Obfcure and lowfie Swaine,King Henries blood. 
 | Swf. The honourable blood of Lancatter 
 | Muft not be thed by fxch a jaded Groome: 
 Haft thou not kift thy hand, and held my ftirrop:? 
 Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule, 
 And thought thee happy when I fhooke my head. 
 How often haft thou waited at my cup, 
 
 -| Fed from my Trencher, kneel’d downe at the boord, 
 
 When I have feafted with Queene Margaret? 
 
 Remember it, and let it make thee Creft-falne, 
 
 I, and alay this thy abortive Pride: 
 
 How in our voiding Lobby haft thouftood , 
 
 And duly waited for my comming forth? 
 
 This hand of chine hath writ in thy behalf, 
 
 And therefore (hall itcharme thy riotous tongue. 
 Whit. Speake Captaine, {hall I ftab the forlorn Swain? 
 Lien, Fir{t let my words ftab him, as he hath me. 
 Saf. Bate flave, thy words are blunt, and fo art thou. 
 Lien. Convey him hence, and on our long boats fide, 
 
 Strike off his head. Swf. Thou dar’ft not for thy owne. 
 Lien. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, — - 
 
 I kennell, puddle, finke, whofe filth and durt 
 
 Troubles the filver Spring, where England driakes: 
 
 Now will dam upthisthy yawning mouth, 
 
 For {wallowing the Treafure of the Realme. 
 
 Thy lips that kift the Queene, fhall fweepe the ground : 
 
 '| And thou that fmil'dit at good Duke Humfries death, 
 
 Againft the fenfelefle windes fhalt grinin vaine, 
 
 Whoin contempt fhall hiffe at thee againe. 
 
 And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell, \y 
 For daring to affyea mighty Lord - tt 
 Vnto the daughter of a worthlefle King, 
 
 Having neither Subject, Wealth, nor Diadem: 
 
 By divelith policy art thou growne great, 
 
 And like ambitious Syllaover-gor’d, 
 
 With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart. 
 
 By thee eAsion and Afaine were fold to'France. 
 
 The falfe revolting Normans thorough thee, 
 Difdaineto call us Lord, and Piccardie 
 
 Hath flaine their Governors, furpriz’d our Forts, 
 
 And fent the ragged Souldiers wounded:-home: 
 .The Princely Warwicke, andthe Nevis all, 
 
 Whofe dreadfull {words were never drawne in vaine, 
 As hating thee, and rifing up in Armes. 
 
 And now the Houfe of Yorke thrutt fromthe Crowne, 
 By fhamefull murcher of'a guiltlefle King, «sony © 
 And lofty proud incroaching tyranny,, 19 
 Burnes with revenging fire, whofe hopefull.colours 
 Advance our halfe-fac’d Sunne,ftriving tofhine; 
 Vnder the which is writ, lnaitd nubsbisic” 
 The Commons heere in Kent are up inarmes, 
 
 And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie, 
 Is creptinto the Pallace of ous King, 
 
 - And all by thee : away convey him hence. 
 
 Suf. O.thatI were aGod, to fhootforth Thunder 
 Vpon thefe paltry, fervile, abject Drudges:_ 
 Small things make bafe men proud. This Villaine heere, 
 Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threats more’. 
 Then Bargalus the ftrong Ulyrian Pyrate. 
 
 Drones fucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee-hives ;. , 
 | Itisimpoffiblethatlfhald dye. ; ' 
 
 p Bi 
 
The fecond Part of King Hemy the Sixt. 
 
 By fachalowly Vaflallas thy felfe. make Dogges Leather of, | 
 Thy words moveRage, and not remorfe inme + Hol. And Dickethe Butchers Bene | 
 I goe of Meflage fromthe Queene to France: Benis. Then is fin ftrucke downe like an Oxe,andinie | 
 I chargethee waft mefafely croffe the Channel, quities throate cut like a Calfe. arias |) 
 
 Liew, Water : Ws Come Suffolke, I muft waftthee Hol. And Smiththe Weaver. 
 to thy death. Rare | Bes. Argo, their thred of life is fpun- 
 
 Swf. Gelidus timor oocupat artus, it is thee feare. Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them. » 
 
 wal.T hou fhalt have caufe to feare before I leave thee. oe 
 What, are ye danted now? Now willyeftoope? _ | Drumme. Enter Cade, Dicke Butcher, Smith the Weaver, 
 
 1. Geut. My gracious Lord intreat him,{peak him fair. and a Sawyer with infinite nsemnbers. , 
 
 Sef. ‘Suffolkes Imperiall tongueis: fterne and rough : : i, | 
 Vs°d to command, untaught to pleade for favours Cade. We lobn (ade, fo term’d of ourfuppofedFa- | 
 Farre beit; we fhould honobr {uch as thefe ther. a 
 With humble fuite sno, rather let my head But. Orrather of ftealing a Cade of Herrings. 
 
 Stoope totheblocke, then thefeknees bow toany, Cade. Forour enemies fhalltaile before us, infpired 
 Save tothe God of heaven; and to my Kings with the fpirit of putting down Kingsand Princes. Com. | 
 | And fooner dance upon a bloody pole, mand filence. . . ; 
 | Then ftand uncover d to the Vulgar Groome. Bat. Silence. . 
 True Nobility, is¢xempt from feare : » (ade. My Father wasa Mortimer, j 
 More can I beare, then you dare execute. But. He wasan honeft man, and a good Bricklayer. 
 Lien. Hale him away, and let him talke no more + Cade. My mother a Plantagenet. 
 Come Souldiers, fhew what cruelty ye can. Butch. 1 knew her well, fhe wasa Midwife. 
 
 Suf: That thismy death may never be forgot. | Cade. My wifedefcended of the Lactes. at 
 Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonians. But. She was indeed aPedlersdaa ghter and foldmany} =) 
 A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto flave Lacese hi 
 Morder'd {weet Tai. Bratus Baltard hand Weaver. Butnow of late, not ableto travell with her | | 
 Stab’d Julius Cafar, Savage Iflanders furr’d Packe, fhe wafhes buckeshere at home. © 
 Pompey the Great, and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats. (ade. Therefore am I of an honorable houfe. te 
 
 Exit Walter with Saffolke. But. I by my faith the field is honourable , and there 
 | Liew. Andasfor thefe whoferanfome we have fet, was he borne, under a hedge : for his Father had never 
 | It is our pleafure one of them depart: : houfe butthe Cage. oe: 
 | Thereforecome you with'us, and let him go. s.—- Cade. Valiantl am. ra 
 Exit Lieutenant, and thereft. Weaver. A mutt needs, for beggery is valiants  ~ 
 CUantt the first Gent. Enter Wahter with the body. (ade. Lam able to endure much. ~ ae 
 | Wal. Therelet his head, andliveleffe bodie lye,) But. Noqueftion of that; for I have feenc him whipt | — 
 | Votill he Queene his Miftris bury it. Exit Walter. | three Market dayes together. ie 
 | «1.Gent, O barbarous and bloudy dpectacle, Cade. 1 feare neither fword, nor fire. : 
 | His body will beareuntotheKing: wea. He neednot feare the fword, for his Coateisof | 
 | Ifhe revenge irnot; yet will his Friends, proofe. eC 
 | So willthe Queene, that livingy held him deere. Exit. | But. But methinkes he fhould ftand in feare of firebe- | 9 Ho 
 ing burnt i’th hand for ftealing of Sheepe. i 
 Enter Bewis , and Iohn Holland. Cade. Bebravethen, for your Capraine is Brave, and | 
 104 Vowes Reformation. There fhall be in England, feven | 
 | Beni. Come and-gettheca fword , thongh made ofa | halfepeny Loaves fold for a peny: the three hoop’d pot; | — 
 | Lath, they have beneup thefe twodayes. fhall have ten hoopes,and I wili make it Fellony todrink | 4k 
 | Hol. They havethe moreneedeto fleepe now-then: {mall Bere. :All-the Realme thall be inCommon, and in | 
 Beuis. 1 tell thee, lacke Cade the Cloathicr, meanesto. | Cheapfide thallmy Palfrey gotograffe : andwhen Tam | 
 | drefle the Common-weally andturne it , and fetanew | King,asKing Iwillbe. ae ne 
 | napupon it. aEy All, God fave your Majeltie. - | 
 
 Hot. Sé he shad need, ‘tis thred-bare. Well, Ifay, | Cade. Ithanke you good people. These fhall bee no 
 it wasnever merrie world in England , finceGntlemen | mony, ail fhaileate and driake on my {core, and Iwill | 
 came up. (Vitei 0 1m ¥3 - apparrell thea all in one Livery, thatthey may agreelike | 
 
 Beuis. © miferable Age s Vertue is not regarded in | Brothers ,and worfhip me their Lord. ; a i 
 
 | Handy-craftsmeny 00 vo A] But. Thefirt thing we do, let’s killall the Lawyers. | | 
 
 Hol. The Nobilitie-thinke {corne to goein Leather | ‘Cade. Nay, that Imeane to do. Is notthis alamenta-|  ) 
 Aprons... -22ccseit 9b simigadtt: svat enorts -blething,thar ofthe skinofan innocent Lambe a} 
 
 Bens. Nay more, the Kings Councell areono good | be made Parchment ; that Parchment being {cribeldore, 
 
 W orkemen. } 10 Rw 1c" | fhould nndoea man. Some fay the Bee ftings, but I fay, | 
 
 Hol. True: and yet it is faid; Labour inthy Vocati« | *tis the Bees wax: for I did but feale once to athing, and |. 
 on :Avhich isasimiuchto fay,as let the Magiftraresbela- | I wasnever my owne man fince. How now? Who’ 
 
 - bouring men, and therefore fhould we be Magiftrates.. | there ?,; © © . 
 Benis, Thou halt hit its for there’s no better figne ofa. 
 brave minde, them a hard hand. LUviGit meriol | 
 
 Hol. Ifeethem; Lfee them : There’s Bef#s Sonne; the | reade,and cat accompr. 
 
 Tanner of Wingham. ©. «0 jes ‘i}) Cade, Omonftrous} ar 
 _ Beni, He fhall have the-skinnes ofour-enemigs, to'|, Wea. Wevooke him fetting boyes ies. 
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 Enter a Clearke. 
 
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 weaver. TheClearke of Chattam :| hee can writeand 
 
_ Cade. Here’s a Villaine. . 
 
 Wea. Ha’s a Booke in his pocket with red Letrers in’t. 
 
 . Cade. Nay then he is a Conjurer. t 
 : But. Nay, he can make Obligations,and write Court 
 and, % 
 
 Cade. am forry for’t:. The man isa proper man of 
 mine Honor ; unleffe I finde him guilty, he fhallnotdic. 
 Come hither firrah, Tmuft examine thee s What is thy 
 ~name ? 
 
 Clearke. Emanuell. 
 
 But. They ufe to write it onthe top of Letters : Twill 
 go hard with you 
 
 Cade. Let me alone: Doft thou nfeto write thy name? 
 Or haft thoy.a marke tothy felfe, like an honeft plain 
 dealing man ? 
 
 Clarke. Sir Ithanke God, I have bin fo well brought 
 up, that I can writemy name, ie 
 All, He hath confett ; away with him: he isa Villaine 
 and a Traitor, 
 
 Cade. Away with him I fay : Hang him with his Pe 
 and Inke-horne about his necke. 
 
 Exit one with the Clearke 
 Enter Lichaell. 
 
 Mish. Where's our Generall ? 
 
 Cade. Heere lamthou particular fellow. 
 
 Mich. Fly, fly,fly Sir Hamfrey Stafford aad his brother 
 ate hard by, with the Kings Forces. 
 
 Cade. Stand.villaine, ftand, or lie fell thee downe + he 
 fhall be encountred with a manas good as himfelfe. He 
 is buta Knight, is a? 
 
 Mich. No, 
 Cade. Toequall him I will make my felfe a knight pre- 
 
 jg, | Sently ; Rifeup Sir lobe Mortimer, Now haveathim. | Now fhew your felves men, ’tisfor Liberty. 
 ; We willnotleave one Lord, one Gentleman : 
 et Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brother, Spare none, but {uch as go in clouted fhooen, 
 with Drum and Soldiers. For they are thriftyhonett men,and {uch 
 As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. 
 Hi Staf. Rebellious Hinds, the filthand {cum of Kent, But. They are are all in order, and march toward us. 
 | Mark’d for theGallowes 3 Lay your Weapons downe, Cad:. Butthenere we inorder, when we are moftout | 
 ni | Home toyour Cottages : forfake this Groome. of order. Come, march forward. 
 © | 4 The King is mercifull, if you revolt. : ; 
 abot Bro. Butangry, wrathfull; and inclin’d to blood, Alar nms to the fi ight, wherein both the Staffords are ftaine, 
 if | Ifyou go forward : therefore yceld, or dye. Enter Cade and the rest. 
 be! Cade. As for thefe filken-coated flaves I paffenot, 19:84 : 
 ‘ 4 | IWtistoyou good people,that [\{peake, Cade. Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Afhford 2 
 pt Over whom (in time to come) hope to reigne s Lut. Heere fir. : 
 ey | For 1am rightfull heyre nnto the Crowne. (ude. They fell before thee like theepe and Oxen, and 
 a a) Staf, Viilaine, thy Facher wasaPlayfterer, thou behaved ftthy felfe, asif thou hac(t beene in thine 
 | And thoa thy felfe a Sheareman, art thou not ? owne Slanghtér-houfe: Therefore thus wil f reward thee, 
 a (ade. And Adam was aGardiner- the Lent fhalt beeaslong againe asitis, andthon {hale 
 ; . a Bro. And what ofthat ? havea Licenfeto kili fora hundred lacking one. 
 i") | > Cade, Macry,this Edmond Mortimer Barle of March, | Bat. 1 defireno more. 
 i” + marriedthe Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not? (ade. And to {peake truth, thou deferv't no lefle. 
 | Staf. I fir. T his Monument of the victorie will I beare , and the bo- 
 iit  { Cade, By her he had two Childrerat one birth. dies fhall be dragg’d at my horfe heeles, till | Cocome to 
 | Bro. That’s falfe, London, where we will have the Maioxs {word born be- 
 ys > ) . Cade. I,there’sthequeftion; But { fay,"tistrue; | fore us. 
 , if f ‘The elder of them being put to nurfe, Gut. If we meane to thrive ,and do good, breake open 
 fi | Wasby abegver-woman ftulne away, the Gaoles; and let oat the Prifoners. F 
 Ny | And ignorant of his birth and parentage, Cade. Feare not that i warrant thee. Come,let’s march 
 a wl a Bricklayer, mee he came ae age towards London. Excitiit. ¥ 
 _ | Hisfonne am I, deny itif youcan ; : SAY, : 
 4 | But. Nay,’t s ie hs PRTC fhall beKing, _| Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suf- |. 
 OY) | Wea» Sixshe made a Chimney inmy Fathershoufe,and folkes head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the 
 _ | thebrickesare aliveat this day to teftifie it: therefore : Lord Say. peo 
 -} deny itnor. Qecene-Oft have Lheard that greefe foftens thie mind, 
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 139 
 
 Staf, And will you creditthis bafe Drucges Wordes ; 
 that {peakes he knowes not whare 
 
 e4il!. T marry willwe, therefore get you gone. 
 
 Bro. lacke Cade, the D. of Yorke hath taught youthis. 
 
 Cade. He lyes, for invented it my felfe. Gotoo Sit- 
 rah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers fake Hea - 
 rythe fift, (in whofe time boyes went to Span-counter 
 for French Crownes) Tam content he fhall reigne, bat Ile 
 be Protefor over him. 
 
 Butcher. And furthermore wee'le have the Lord Sayes 
 head for felling the Dukedome of Zaire. 
 
 (Cade, And good reafon : for thereby is England main’d 
 And faine to goe witha ftaffe,but that my puiflance holds 
 it up, Fellow-Kings, Itell you , that that Lord Say hath 
 geldedthe Commonwealth, and made it an Enmuch: aad 
 more then that,he can {peake French, and therefore he is 
 a Traitor. 
 
 Staf. O groffe and miferable ignorance. 
 
 Cade. Nay anfwer if you can: The Frenchmen ase our 
 enemies ; go toothen: I ask but this; Can he that {peaks 
 with the ronge of an enemy, be a good Councellour, or 
 no? e 
 
 All. No, no,and therefore wee’l have his head. 
 
 Bro. Wii, feeing gentle words willnot prevayle, 
 Aflaylethem withths Army ofthe King. — 
 
 Staf. Herald away and throughout every Towne, 
 Proclaime them Traytors thacare np with Cade, 
 
 That thofe which flye before the battell ends, 
 
 May even intheir wives and Childrens fight, 
 
 Be hang’d up for example at their doores: 
 
 And yon thatbe-the Kings friends follow me. Exit. 
 
 Cade. And-youthat love the Commons follow mes 
 
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 140 The fecond Part 
 
 And makes it fearefull and degenerate, 
 
 Thinke therefore on revenge, and ceafe to weepe. 
 But who can ceafe to weepe, and looke-on this? 
 Here may his head lye on my throbbing breft : 
 But where’s the body that I fhould imbrace? 
 
 Bus. What anfwer makes your Grace tothe Rebells |’ 
 
 Supplication ? ; 
 King. He fend fome holy Bifhop to intreate + 
 For God forbid,fo many fimplefoules 
 Should perith by the Sword. And I my felfe, 
 Rather then bloody warre fhali cut them fhort, 
 Will parly with Jack: (ade their Generall. 
 But ftay, He reade it over onceagaine. 
 Qu. Ahbarbarous villaines : Haththis lovely face, 
 Ruld likea wandring Plannet over me, 
 And could it not inforcethem to relent , 
 That were unworthy to behold the fame? 
 King. Lord Say, lacke Cade hath {worne to have thy 
 head. 
 Say.1, but I hope your Highneffe {hall have his. 
 King. How now Madam? 
 Stil lamenting and mourning for Sufrolkes death ? 
 I feare me( Love) ifthat I had beene dead , 
 Thou would’ not halfe have-mourn’d fo much for me. 
 24, No my Love, I fhouldnot mourne, but dye for 
 thees 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 
 King. How now? What newes? Why com’ftthou in 
 fuch hatte 2 eee 
 Mef. The Rebels are in Southwarke : Fly my Lord’: 
 Tacke Cade proclaimes himfelfe Lord Vortymer, 
 Defcended trom the Duke of (Zarence honfe, 
 And calls your Grace Viurper, openly, 
 And vowes to Crowne himfelfe in Weftminfter. 
 HisArmy is a ragged multitude 
 Of Hinds and Pezants, rude and mercileffe: 
 Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brothersdeath, 
 Hath given them heart and courage to proceede : 
 All Schollers, Lawiers, Courtiers, Gentlemen, 
 They call felfe Catterpillers, and intend their death. 
 Kin.Oh graceleffe men : they know not what they do. 
 Buck, My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth, 
 Vntill a power be rais’d to put them do wne, 
 Qe. Ab were the Dukc of Suffolke now alive, 
 Thefe Kentifh Rebels fhould be foone appeas’d 
 King. Lord Say, the Traitors hatethee, 
 Thereforeaway with usto Killingworth 
 Say. So might your Graces perfon bein danger ; 
 The fight of me is odious in their eyes; 
 And therefore in this City will I ftay, 
 And live alone as fecret as 1 may. 
 
 Enter another Meffengers 
 
 CMeff. Tacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge, 
 
 The Citizens flye him and forfake their houfes: 
 
 The Rafcall people, thirfting after prey, 
 
 Toyne with the Traitor, and they joyntly {weare 
 
 To fpoyle the City, and your Royall Court. 
 Bue. Thenlinger not my Lord, away, take horfé. 
 King. Come Afargaret,God our hope will fuccour us. 
 Qu, My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceat. 
 King. Farewell my Lord, truft not to Kentith Rebels. 
 Bac. Truft no body for feare yoube betraid, 
 Say. The traft Lhave, isin mine innocence, 
 
 - But get you into Smithfield ,and gather bead, 
 
 GPK ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 And therefore am I bold and refolute. 
 
 Enter Lord Scales upowthe Tower walking. Then emers | 
 two or thee Citizens below, 1 
 
 Scales. How now ? Is Lacke Cade flaine ? eee 
 1.0%. Nomy Lord, nor likely to be flaine: > ir 
 For they have wonne the Bridge, im it 
 Killing all thofe that withftand them : sat ee 
 The L. Maior craves ayd of your Honor fromthe Tower | 
 To defend the City from the Rebels.. te 
 Scales. Such aydas I can {pare you fhall command, 
 But Iam troubled heere with them my felfe. 
 The Rebels have aflay’d to winthe Tower. 
 
 And thither I willfend you “Mathew Goffe. a 
 Fight for your King, your Country, and your Livés, ~ 
 And fo farewell, for I muft hence againe- Exewnte | 
 
 Enter Iacke Cade and the veftjand Strikesha , 
 Staffe on Londox ftone. 
 
 Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, 
 And heere fitting upon London Stone, 
 I charge and command, that of the Cities coft a 
 The piffing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine 
 The firtt yeere of our raigne, 
 Andnow henceforward it thall be Treafon forany, 
 That calies me otherthen Lord Adortémer. 
 Enter a Souldier running. 
 Sonal, Iacke Cade, lacke (ade. one 
 Cade. Knocke him downe there. They killhim, 
 But. If this Fellow be wife, hee'l never call yee Jacke 
 Cade more, I thinke he hatha very faire warning. | a 
 Dicke. My Lord ; there’s'an Army gathered together | 7) 
 in Smithfield. 1) 
 Cade. Come, then let’s go fight with them : me it 
 But firft, go and fet London Eridgeon fire, ; 
 And if you can, burnedowne the Towertoo- = © 4 
 Come, let’s away. Exesnt omnes. rf 
 
 Sea eeEeaeeaeSeee Ses Sea SS 
 
 , - See oy 
 
 eAlarums. Mathew Goffe is flaine, and allthe vei. 7 4 \ 
 Then enter lackeCade, with his Company, a 
 
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 vga Be \ 
 Cade. So firs : now go fome and pull down theSavoy: | J) 
 Others to’th Innes of Court, downe with themall, =| 9) 
 But. I have a {uit unto your Lordfhip. mie Wi 
 Cade. Be ita Lordfhippe, thon fhalt have it forthat| 9) 
 word. ae || 
 But, Onely that the LawesofEngland may comeout} 
 of your mouth. a 
 _ Tabn. Maffe’twill be fore Law then, for he was thruft | 4 | 
 in the mouth with a Speare, and ‘tis not whole yet." | 
 Smith, Nay Iohn,it will be ftinking Law, for his breath | 
 {tinkes with tofted Cheefe. Ce eae 
 Cade, Thavethought uponit, it fhallbeefo. Awa 
 burneallthe Records of the Realme, my mouth fhall| 
 the Parliament of England. 
 fohn. Then we are liketo have biting Statutes 
 Vnleffe his teeth be pull’d our. A a 
 Cade. And hence-forward all things {hall bein Com- | 
 mon. Enter a\Meffenger. weer | 
 Mef. My Lord , a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say, 
 which fold the Townes in France, Hethat made kis ee 
 oneand twentie Fifteenes, and one fhilling to thep 
 the laft Subfidie. _ RS 
 
Enter George with the Lord Say. 
 
 Cade. Well’, he fhall be eheaded»for it ten times : 
 Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord,now. 
 art thou within point-blanke of our Iurifdiction Regall. 
 What canft thou anfiver to my Majefty,for giving up of 
 Normandie unto MounfierBafimecw, the Dolphin ot 
 France? Be it knowne uintothee bythefe prefence,cven 
 the prefence of Lord Afortimer , that iam the Beefomic 
 that muft {weepe the Court cleancof fuch filth asthou 
 art: Thou kait moft traitoroufly corrupted the youth of 
 
 | the Realme,in erecting a Grammar Schoole: and where- 
 
 as before, our Fore-fathers had noother Bookes but the 
 Score and the Tally,thou hat caufed printing to be us’d, 
 and contrary to the King, his Crowne, and Dignity,thou 
 haft buile a Paper-Mill. Itwillbee proved tothy Face, 
 that thou haf mien about thee , thar » ufially:talke ota 
 
 | Nowncand a Verbe, and {uch abominable wordes , as 
 | no Chriftian eare can efdtire to Heare-Tlion haft appoin- 
 
 ted Iuftices of Peace,to call poore men before them, a- 
 bout matters they werenot abletoanfwere. Moreover, 
 thou haft put them in prifon , and becaufe thy could not 
 reade, thou haft hang’dthem, when (indeed) onely for 
 that caufe they have beene moft worthy to live. Thou 
 dof ride on a foot-cloth, dof thou not ? 
 Say. What of that ? - 
 Cade. Marry, thou ought’ ft not to let thy horfe weare 
 a Cloake; when honefter men then thou go in their Hole 
 and Doublets. ° ) 
 Dicke. And workein their fhirt too, as my felfe fot ex- 
 ample, thatama butcher. 
 Say. You men of Kents 
 Dic, What fay youofKent. . 
 “Say. Nothing but this : "Tis bona terra, mala gens: 
 Cade. Away with him,away with him, he fpeakes La- 
 tine. , 
 Say. Heareme but fpeake , and beare me wher’e you 
 will: 
 Kent inthe Commentaries (¢/ar writ, 
 Isterm’d the civel it place of all this [fle : 
 Sweet is the Country, becaufe full of Riches, 
 The People Liberall, Valiant, AGive, Wealthy, 
 Which makes me hope thou art not void of pitty« 
 I fold not AZaine, Liolt not Normandie, 
 Yetto recover them would tofe my life : 
 Tuftice with favour have I alwayes done, 
 “Prayers and Teares have mov’d me, Gifts could never; 
 When have I ought exactedat your hands ? 
 Kent to maintaine, the King, the Realme and you, 
 Large gifts have I beftow’d on learned Clearkes, 
 Becaufe my Booke preferr’d meto the King. 
 
 | And feeing Ignoranée is the curfe of God, 
 
 Knowledge the W ing wherewith we flye to heaven,’ 
 Vnleffe’ you be pofleft with divellith {pirits, 
 You cannot but forbeareto murther me: _ 
 This Tongue hath parlied unto Forraigne Kings 
 For your behoofe. 
 Cade. Tut, when ftruck’ft thou one blow in the field? 
 Say. Great men havereaching hands:oft have E ftruck 
 Thofethat I neve faw,and ftruckethem dead. - 
 Geo. O monftrons Coward ; What, to comic behinde 
 Folkes ? 
 Say. Thefe cheeksare pale with watching for your good. 
 Cade. Give hinta box o’th’care,and that will make’em 
 ‘Yed againe, 
 
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 Lan anette A ns a St ne no te A Rt COCCI BA LS 
 
 The fecond Part of King Fenty the Sixt. 
 
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 Say. Long fitting to determine poore mens canfes, 
 Hath made ine full of ficknefle aud difeafes. 
 
 Cade. Ye {hall have a hempen Candle then, & the help 
 of a hatchet; ‘ 
 
 Dicks, Why dof thou quiver man? 
 
 Say. The Palfie,and not feare provokes me. 
 
 (ade, Nay he noddes at'us ,as who fhould fay, Tle be 
 even with you. Ile fee if his hed willftand fteddier on 
 a pole, or nos: Take him away and behead him. 
 
 Say. Tell me: wherein have } offended moft ? 
 
 Have laffected wealth, or honor ? Speake: 
 
 Are my Chetts fill’d up with exrorted Gold ? 
 
 Is my apparzellfumptuous to b« hold ? 
 
 Whom haved injur’d, that ye'feeke my death? 
 
 Thefe handsare free from guiltletle bloodfhedding, ” 
 This breft from harbouring foule deccitfull thoughts, 
 Olet me live. 
 
 Cade: i feeleremorfe in my felfe with His words: but 
 Tle bridle it; *he fhall dye, and it be but for picading fo 
 well for his life. Away with him, he ha’s a Familiar un- 
 der his Tongue, he {peake nota Gods name. Goe, rake 
 him away I fay,and {trike off his head prefently,and then 
 breake into his Sonne in Lawes houle , Sir /ames Cromer, 
 and {trike off his head , aud bring them both upon two 
 poles hither. 
 
 Al. It thail be done, 
 
 Say.. Ah Countrimen; If whén you make your prai’rs, 
 God fhould be fo obdurareas your felves : 
 
 How wouldit fare with your departed foules ? 
 And therefore yet relent, and fave my life. 
 
 Cade, Away with him, and do as Tcommand ye : thé. 
 proudett Peere inthe Realme , fhall not wéarea head on 
 his fhoulders, unleffe he pay me tribute: there fhall not 
 amaid be married, bat fhe fhall pay to me her Mayden- 
 head ere they have it : Men fhall hold of mee in Capite. 
 And we charge and command, thattheir wivesbe as free 
 as heart can with, or tongue ¢an tell. 
 
 Dicke. My Lord, 
 
 When fhall we go to Cheapfide, and take up commodi- 
 ties upon Our billes ? 
 
 Cade. Marry prefentlys 
 
 All, O brave. 
 
 Enter one with the beads. 
 
 Cade. But is not this braver + 
 Let them kiffe one anothers Forthey lov’d well 
 Whenthey werealive. Now partthem againe, 
 Leaftthey confult about the giving up 
 Of fome more Townes ia France, Soldiers, 
 Deferre the {fpoyle of the Cititie untill night ; 
 For with thefe borne before us; infteed. of Maces, 
 Willwe ridethrongh the ftreets,and at every Corner 
 Have them kifle. Away. Exit. 
 
 eAlarum, and Retreat.Enter againe (ade, 
 and all his rabblement. 
 
 Cade. Vp Fifh-ftreete; downe Saint Magnes coryer, 
 kill and knocke downe, throw them into Thames : 
 
 Sound a parley. % 
 What noyfe is this Iheare ? 
 
 Dare any be fobold to found Retreat or Parley 
 When I command them kill ? : 
 
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 Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford. 
 
 Buc. Uheerethey be, that dare and will difturb thee: 
 Know Cade, we come Ambaffadors from the King 
 Voto the Commons, whom thou haft mifled, 
 
 And heere pronounce free pardon tothem all, 
 That will forfake thee, and go home in peace. 
 (uf. What fay ye Countrimen, will ye relent 
 And yeeld to mercy, whil’ft ’tis offered you, 
 Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths. 
 Wholoves the King, and will imbrace his pardon, 
 Fling up his cap and fay ,God fave his Majeftie; 
 Who hateth him, and honors not his Father, 
 Henry the fift,that made all France to quake, 
 Shake be his weapon at us, and paffe by. 
 All. God fave the King, God faye the King, 
 
 Cade, W hat Buckingham and Clifford are ye fo brave? 
 And you bafe Pezants,doe ye beleeve him, will you needs 
 be hang’d with your Pardons about your neckes? Hath 
 my {word therefore broke through London gates, that 
 you fhouldleave meat the white-heart in Soutchwarke. 
 I thought ye would never have givenout thefe Armes til 
 you had revovered your ancient Freedome: but youare 
 all Recreants and Daftards, and delightto live in flaverie 
 to the Nobility. Let chem breake your backes with bure 
 thens, take your bonfes over your heads , ravifh your 
 Wivesand Daughters before your faces. Forme, } will 
 make fhift for one, and fo Gods Curffelight nppon you 
 all. 
 
 . All, Wee'l follew Cade, 
 Wee! follow Cade. 
 
 Cif. Is Cade the fonne of Hexry the fit, 
 
 That thus youdo exclaime you'lgo with him. 
 Will he conduét you through the heart of France, 
 And makethe meaneft of you Earles and Dukes ? 
 Alas, he hath no home, no place to flye too: 
 Nor knowes he how tolive, but by the {poyle, 
 Vnleffe by robbing of your Friends, and us. 
 Wert nota fhame, that whilft you live at iarre, 
 The fearfull French, whom you late vanquifhed 
 Should makea tart ore-feas, and vanquifh you? 
 Me thinkes alreadie in this civill broyle, 
 | Lfee them Lording it in London ftreets, 
 
 Crying Viliago unto all they meete. 
 Better ten thonfand bafe-borne Cades mifcarry, 
 Then you fhould ftoopeuntoa Frenchmans mercy. 
 To France, to France, and get what you havelof ; 
 Spare England, for it is your Native Coaft: 
 Henry hath mony, you are ftrong and manly : 
 God on our fide, doubt not of Vidorie, 
 
 ell. A Clifford, a Clifford, 
 Wee’l follow the King and Clifford. 
 
 Cade. Wasever Featherfo lightly blowne too & fro, 
 
 as this multitude?The name of Henry the fift,hales them 
 ‘| toan hundred mifthiefes, and makes them leave mede- 
 folate. 1 fee them lay their heads together tofurprize 
 me: My fivord make way for me,for heere is no ftaying: 
 in defpight of the divels and hell, have through the verie 
 middeft of you,and heavens and honor be witneffe, that 
 no want of refolution inmee, but onelymy Followers 
 bafeand ignominious treafons, make me betake mee to 
 my heeles. Exit. 
 
 Buck, What,is he fled ? Gofome and follow him, 
 And he that brings his head unto the King, 
 
 - Shall have athoufand Crownes for his reward. 
 Exennt fone of then. 
 
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 The fecondPart of K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Follow me fouldiers, wee'l devife a meane, 
 To reconcile youall unto the King: 
 
 Sonnd Trumpets. Enter King, 2ucene,and AI 
 Somerfet on the Tarras. % worded 
 
 King. Was ever King that joy’d an earthly Throne, 
 And could command no more contentthenT? 9 
 No fooner was I crept out of my Cradle, 
 
 But I wasmadea King, at nine monieths olde. 
 
 Was never fubje@ long’d to bea King, 
 
 AsIdolong and with ro bea Subject. 
 
 Enter Buckingham and Chfford. 
 Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Majefty. 
 
 Oris he but retir’d to make him ftrong? 
 
 Weekes. 
 
 And humbly thus with halters on their neckes, 
 
 King. Then heaven {et ope thy everlafting gates, 
 To entertaine my vowes of thankesand praife. 
 Souldiers, this day have you redeem’d your lives, ~~ 
 
 Continue flill in this fo good a minde, 
 And Henry though he be infortunate, Be 
 Affure your felves will never be unkinde’s 
 And fo with thankes, and pardon to youall, 
 I do difiniffe you to your feverall Countries. 
 
 Au, God fave the King ,God fave the King. 
 
 Enter a\Meffenger. 
 
 Mef. Pleafeit your Grace to be advertifeds’ 
 The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland; _ 
 And witha puiffant andamighty power 
 Of Gallow-glafles and.ftout Kernes, 
 Is marching hitherward in proudarray, 
 And ftillproclaimeth as he comes along, 
 His Armiesare onely to remove fromthee 5 
 The Duke of Somerfet, whom he tearmesa Traitor 
 
 King. Thus ftands my ftate, *twixt Cade and Yorke ig 
 
 diftreft, 
 Like toa Ship, that having.{cap'’da Tempeft, 
 
 Is ftraight way claimd, and boorded witha Pyrate; | d 
 But now is Cade driven backe, hismendifpiere’d, | 
 
 And now is Yorke in Armes,to fecond him. 
 I pray thee Buckingham go and meet him, 
 
 ' And aske him what’s the reafon of thefe Armes: 
 
 Tellhim, Ie fend Duke Edeundto the Tower, 
 And Somerfer we will committhee thither, 
 Vntill his Army be difmift from him- 
 Semerfer. My Lord, pa 
 Ile yeeld my felfe to prifon willingly, 
 Or unto death, vo do my Countrey good. 
 _ King. In any cafe, be not tooxough intermes, © 
 For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Languages 
 Buc. I willmy Lord, and doubt not foro deale, 
 As all things thall redound unto your good. 
 
 Kéng-Come wife, let’s in, and Jearne to governe better, ff 
 
 Exeni\ 
 
 For yet may England curfemy wretched reigne. 
 
 Exeunt omnts,| 
 
 Kin, Why Buckingham, isthe Traitor Cade furprisd? a 
 Enter Multitudes with Hatters about their ©" | ; : 
 Chf.He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld,, : 4 
 
 Expect your Highnefle doome of life, or deaths > :. ig 
 
 And fhew’d how:well you love your Prince & Country: z 
 
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Emer (ade. 
 
 Cade, Fye on Ambition : fic on my felfe, that have a 
 {word,and yet am ready to famifh.Thefe five dayes have 
 I hid me in thefe Woods, and dus{t not peepe'out, for all 
 the Country is laid for me: but now 'am I hungry, that 
 if I might havea Leafe of my life for athoufand yeares, ‘1 
 could {taynolonger. Wherefore ona Bricke wall have 
 Iclimb’d into this Garden, to fee if I can eate Grafle, or 
 picke a Sallet another while, which is not-amifleto.coole 
 a mansftomacke this hot weather: and L think this word 
 Sallet was borne to dome good ; for many atime but for 
 aSallet, my braine-pan had beene cleft with a brown Bill; 
 and many a time when I have beene dry ,& bravely mart+ 
 ching, it hath ferv’d me infteede ofa quart pot to drinke 
 in: and now the word Sallet muft ferve me to feed on. 
 
 Enter Iden. 
 
 Idex. Lord who would live turmoyld inthe Court, 
 And may enjoy fuch quiet waikesas thele ?- 
 This {mall inheritance my Father left me, 
 Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy. 
 | I feeke notto waxe great by others warning, 
 Or gather wealth I care not with what eayy 
 
 Sudiceth, that I have maintaines my fate, 
 
 | And fends the poore well pleafed from my gate. 
 | Cade, Heere’s the Lord of the foile come to feize mee 
 { foraftray, for entring his Fee-fimple without leave. A 
 Villaipe; thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000, Crownes 
 | of the King by carrying my headto him, but Ie make 
 thee cate Iron like an Oftridge, and {wallow my Sword 
 like a great pin,ere thou and I part. 
 Iden. Why rade Companion, whatfoerethou be, 
 I know thee not, why then fhould I betray thee? 
 Ts’t not enough to breake into my Garden, 
 And like a theefetocome to rob my grounds : 
 Climbing ayy walles infpight of me the Owner, 
 | But chou wilt brave me with thefe fawcie tearmes? 
 | (ade. Brave thee? Iby the beft blood that ever was 
 | broach’d, and beard thee to. Lookeon me‘well, I have 
 ate no meate thefe five dayes, yet come thou and,thy 
 five men, and if 1 doe not leave youallas dead as adoore 
 naile,1 pray God I may never eate grafle more. 
 
 Iden, Nay, it fhall ne’re be fayd,while England ftands, 
 That eAlewander Iden an Efguire of Kent, 
 Tooke oddes to. combate apoore famifht mane 
 Oppofe thy ftedfait gazing eyesto mine, 
 
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 in Set limbe to limbe, and thouart farre the lefler : 
 
 iY | Thy hand is Lut a finger tomy filt, 
 
 | Thy legge a fticke compared with this Truncheon,' ' 
 |My foote fhall fight with all the {trength thou haft, 
 
 i _| And if mine arme be heaved in the Ayre, 
 
 Thy grave isdige’dalreadieintheearth: 
 
 As for words, whofe greatnefle antwer’s words, 
 
 * {Let this my fword reportwhatipeech forbeares. 
 
 Cade. By my Valour: the moft compleate Champi- 
 
 Oni that ever I heard. Steele, if thou turnethe edge, or, 
 Cut not out the burly bon’d Clowne in chaines of Beefe, 
 erethou fleepe in thy Sheath, | befeech love on my knees 
 
 | thou mayft be turn'd to Hebnailes, 
 
 Heere they fight. 
 O Tam laine, Famine and no other hath fiaitie me,let ten 
 
 ~ The fecond Part of K ing Heney the Sex. 
 
 | On which Ile toffe the Fleure-de-Luce of Frances 
 
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 thonfand diyelles comeagainftmie , and give me but thé 
 ten meales I havelott; atidd’dedefie them all, Wither 
 Garden; and be henceforth a barying-place taal! chatdo 
 dwell inthis honfe, becaufe the unconquered fouleof | 
 (Aide'ts fled: Se oh eit otk 
 
 Tdew, 1s't Cade that.I have flain,that monftrous traitor? 
 Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede, 
 And hang thee-o’re my Tombe, when Iam dead, 
 Ne’re fhalitthis blood bé wiped from thy point; 
 But thou fhalt weare it asa Heralds coate, 
 To emblaze the Honor thy Mafter got. 29 
 Cade. Iden farewell,and be proud of thy victory: Telk | 
 Kent from me, fhe hath loft ber beftman, and exhortall | 
 the World to be Cowards: for Ithat never feared any » 
 am vanquifhed by famine, not by Valour. Dyes. 
 /d. How much thou wrong’ft me heaven be my judge; 
 Die damned. Wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee: - 
 And as I thruft thy body in with my fword, 
 So with I, I[might thruft thy foule to hell. 
 Hence wiil I dragge thee headlong by the beeles . 
 Vrtoa dunghill, which thall be thy grave, 
 And there cut off thy. moft-ungracions head, 
 Which I will beare ia triamphto the King, 
 Leaving thy trunke for Crowes to feed upon. 
 
 Exit, 
 
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 Enter Yorke, and his Army of lrifb, with 
 Drumrmeand Colourse 9; 
 : sar sveotol : 
 Tor.From Ireland thus comes Yorketo!claim his right; | 
 And plucke the Crowne from feeble Hemred head, 
 Ring, Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright 
 To entertaine great Englands lawfuli Kings. 
 Ah Sanéha Majestas | who would not buy thee deere # 
 Let them obey, that knowesnot how.toRules. 9. scl } 
 This hand was made to handle nought but Golds... Sai} 
 I cannotgive dueactiontomy words, 0°, 
 Except a Sword or Scepter ballanceit... | 
 A Scepter fhall it haye,havelafeule, 
 
 Enter Buckingham, 
 
 Whom have we heere?_ Buckingham to difturbe me? 
 The king hath fent him fare; I muftdiffemble, 
 Buc, Yorke, if thou meaneft well, I greetthee well. 
 Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I acceptthy greeting. 
 Arctthou a Meflenger, or come of pleafure. 
 Bac. A Meffenger from Henry, our dread Liege, 
 To know the reafon of thefe Armes in peace. 
 Or why, thou being a Subject, asTam, . 
 Againtt thy Oath, and true Allegeance {worne, 
 Should raife {o greata power without his leave ? 
 Ox dare to bring thy Force foneere the Court ? 
 Yor. Scarfe can I {peake, my Choler is fo great 
 OhI couid hew up Rockes, and fight with Flint, 
 I am fo angry at thefe abject termes. ; 
 And now like e4iax Telamonins, 
 On Sheepe or Oxen could I{pend my furie. 
 I am farre better borne then is the King : 
 Morelike a King, more Kingly in my thoughts. 
 But I muft make faire weather yeta while, 
 Till Henry be more weake, and I more ftrong. 
 O Buckingham, I prethee pardon me, 
 That I have given no anfwer all this while : 
 My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly. 
 The caufe why I have brought thisarmie hither, 
 Ts + 
 
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 Isto remove proud Somerfet fromthe King, 
 Seditious to his Grace,and to the State. 
 
 But. That is too much pre(irmption on thy patt: 
 But if thy Armes be to no other end, 
 The King hath yeelded unto thy demand : 
 The Duke of Somerfetisinthe Towers 
 
 Yorke. Vpouthine Honor is he Prifoner ¢ 
 
 Buc. Vponmine HonorheisPrifoner®? = 
 
 Yorke. Ther Buckingham! do difmiffe my Powers: 
 Souldiers 1 thanke youall : difperfe your felves : 
 Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field, _ 
 You fhall have payyand every thing you wifhe 
 And let my Soveraigne, vertuous Henrse, 
 Command my eldeft fonne, nay all my fonne¢s: 
 Asipledges of my Fealtie and Love, 
 Le fend them all as willing as live: 
 Lands; Goods, Horfe, Armor, any thing I have 
 Is his to nfe, fo Somerfet may dye: 
 
 Buc, Yorke, 1 commend this kinde {ubmiffion; 
 
 We twaine will gointo his Highnefle Tent. 
 
 Enter King and eA teendants, ’ 
 King. Buckingham doth Yorke intendno harme to us; 
 » Thatthus he marcheth with thee Arme in Arme ? 
 Yorke. Inall fubmiffion and humility, 
 Yorke dothprefent himfelfe unto your Highnefle. - 
 K. Then whatintends thefe forces thou dott bring ? 
 Yor. To heave the Traitor Somerfet from hence, 
 ) Bid ight againstthat monftrous Rebell Cade, 
 | Whom fince heard to be difcomfited. 
 
 Enter Iden with Cades head: is 
 Iden. If one fo tude, and of fo meane condition 
 May paffe into'the pretence ofa King : 
 Loe, I prefent your Grace a Traitors head, 
 The head of (ade, whom I in combate flew: 
 King. The head of Cade? Great God how juft art thou? 
 Ohlet me view his Vifage beingdead; 
 That living wroughtme fuch exceedingtrouble. 
 Tell memy Friend, artthou the man that flew hime 
 Iden. 1 was, an’t like your Majettie. ' 
 Kiag. How artthoucall’d? And whatis thy degree? 
 Iden. Alexander Ides, that'smy name, —* 
 A poore Efquire of Kent, that loves the King. 
 Buc. So pleafeit you my Lord, twere not amiffe 
 He were created Knight for his good fervice. 
 King. Iden, knecle downe, rifeupa Knight: 
 We give thee for reward a thoufand Markes, 
 And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. 
 Idan. May Iden live to merit fuch a bountie, 
 And never live but true unto his Liege. 
 
 Enter Queene and Somerfet. 
 K.See Buckingham,Somerfet comes with th’ Queene, 
 Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. 
 Qu. For thoufand Yorkes he fhallnot hide his head, 
 But boldly ftand, and front him to his face, 
 ° Yor. How now ? is Somerfet at libertie ? 
 Then Yorke unloofethy long peg te thoughts, 
 And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart. 
 Shall} endure the fight of Somerfet ? 
 Falfe King, why halt thov broken faith with me, 
 Knowing how hardly 1 can brooke abufe? 
 King did J call chee?no,thou art no King: 
 Not fit to governe aid rule multitudes, 
 Which durft not, no nor canft not rulea Traitor. 
 
 ww . 
 
 The fecond Part of K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 That Head of thine doth not become aCrowne : 
 
 Thy hand is made to grafpe a Palmers ftaffe, 
 
 And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter. 
 
 That Gold, muft round engist the browes of mine, 
 Whife Smile and Frowne, like Achslles Speare 
 
 Is able with the change, to kill and cure « 
 
 Heere isa hand to holda Scepter up , Leaicaty! 
 And with thefame to acte controlling Lawes? 
 Give place: by heaventhon fhalt rule no more 
 
 O’re him, whom heaven created for thy Ruler. 
 
 Som. O monfirous Traitor ! I arreft thee Yorke 
 Of Capitail Treafon ’gainft the King and Crownes 
 Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace. BE 
 
 Tork. Wold’fthave me kneele? Firft let nae aske of thee, 
 If they can brooke I bow a knce to man ¢ a 
 
 Sirrah,call in my fonnes to be my baile: S gida ee ® 
 
 I know ere they willlet me goeto Ward, 
 They'l pawne their Swords for my infranchifement. 
 
 Qu, Call hither Céfford, bid bim come amaine, _ 
 To fay,if chat the Baftard boyes of Yorke 
 Shall be the Surety for their. Traitor Father: 
 
 Yorke. O blood-befpotted Neapolitan, 
 
 Out-caft of 2 ¢ples,Englands bloody Scourge: 
 The fonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their birth, 
 Shall be their Fathers baile , and bane to thofe 
 That for my Surety will refufe the Boyes- 
 Enter Edward and Richard. Sere cee & 
 See where they come, Ile warrant they’l make it good. | 
 Enter Clifford. ie 
 Qu, And here comes (liffordto deny their baile, | 
 Cif. Health and all happineffe to my Lord the Kings | 
 Yor.1 thanke thee Clifferd:Say what newes withthe? | 
 Nay, do not fright me with an angry looke : Eg 
 Weare thy Soveraigne Cifford, kneele againe ; 
 For thy miftaking fo, We pardon thee. 
 
 Clif. This ismy King Yorke, I do not miftake, 
 But thou miftakeft me much to thinkeI do, 
 ToBediem wittvhim, is the man growne mad? e 
 
 King. I Clifford, aBedlem and ambitious humot & 
 Makes him oppofe himfeife againft his King. : 
 
 Clif. He is a Traitor, let him tothe Tower, 
 
 And crop away that fa@tious pate of his. 
 
 2a. He isartefted, but will not obey : 
 
 His fonnes (he fayes) fhall givetheir words for him. 
 
 Yor. Will you notfonnes ? 
 
 Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will ferue. 
 
 Rich, And if words will not,then our Weapons fhall. | 
 
 Clif, Why what abrood of Traitors have we hers? | 
 
 Yer. Looke ina Glaffe, and call thy Image fo. & 
 I am thy King, andthou a fal{e-heart Traitor : 
 Call hither tothe ftake my two brave Beares, 
 That with the very fhaking of their Chaines, 
 They may aftonifh thefe fell-lurking Curres: 
 Bid Salisbury and Warwicke come to me. 
 
 Enter the Earles of Warwicke, and 
 Salisbury. 
 
 (Gf. Arethefethy Beares? Wee'l baitethy Bears to death, ~ 
 And manacle the Berard in their Chaines, eh 
 Ifthon dar’ ft briag them to the bayting place. 
 “Rich. Oft have I feenea hot ore-weening Cutres 
 Run backe and bite, becanfe he was with-held, 
 Who being fuffer*d with the Beares fell paw, 
 
 Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride, 
 And fuch a peece of fervice willyou do, * 
 
- Lhe fecond Part of K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 If youoppofe your felves to match Lord Warwicke. 
 Caf. Hence heape of wrath, foule indigefted lumpe, 
 
 As crooked in thy manners, asthy fhape. 
 oe Nay we thal heate you thoroughly anon, 
 
 ; ni - Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your 
 
 CLVCSs ; 
 
 King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow? 
 
 Old Salisbury, thame to thy filver haire, 
 
 Thou mad mifleader of thy brain-ficke fonne, 
 
 What wilt thou onthy death-bed play rhe Ruifian? 
 
 And feeke for forrow with thy fpectacles ? 
 
 Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty ? 
 
 If itbe banifht from the frofty head, 
 
 Where fhall it finde a harbour in the earth? 
 
 Wilt thou go digge.a prave to finde out Warre, 
 
 f And thame thirie honourable age with blood & 
 | Why arethou old, and want’ it experience ? 
 
 Or wherefore doeft abufe it, ifthou haft it? 
 
 For fhame in datie bend thy knee to me, 
 
 That bowes unto the grave with milckie age. 
 Sat My Lord, IL haveconfidered with my felfe 
 
 The Title of thismoft renowned Duke; 
 
 Andinmy confcience, do repute his grace 
 
 The rightful heire to Englands Royall feate:- 
 Kéng. Haft thounot {worne Allegeance unto me ? 
 Sal, [have. = 
 Ké. Canft thou difpenfe with heaven for fuch an oath? 
 Sal. It is great finne, to fweare unto a finne : 
 
 Bat greater fintie to keepe a finfuil oath : 
 
 Who can be bound by any folemne Vow 
 
 To doe a murd’rous deede, to rob a man, 
 
 To force a fpotleffe Virgins Chattitie, 
 
 To reave the Orphan of his Patrimonie, 
 
 To writg the Widdow from her cuftom’d right, 
 
 And have no other reafon for this wrong, 
 
 But that-he was bound by a folemme Oath ? 
 
 2a. A fabtle Traitor needs no Sophifters 
 King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himfelfe. 
 Yorks. Call Buckingliam, and all the friends thou haft, 
 
 * | I am refolv’d fordeath and dignity. 
 
 OMCLEThe fir I warrant thee,ifdreames prove truc. 
 War. You werebelt to go to bed, and dreameagaine, 
 To keepe thee from the Tempeft of the field. 
 Old Clif. Lam refolv’d to beatrea greater ftorme, 
 Then any thou canft conjure upto day: 
 And that Ile write npon thy Burgonet, 
 Might I but know thee by thy houfes Badge. 
 War. Now by my Fathers badge, old Wexi/s Creft, 
 The rampantBeare chain’d to the ragged ftaffe, 
 This day He weare aloft my Burgonet, 
 As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar thewes, 
 
 «) That keepes his leaves in {pight of any ftofme, 
 7 Even fo affright thee with the view thereof. 4. 
 
 (Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Béare, 
 And tread it under foot with all contempt, | 
 
 | Defpight the Bearard, thar protectsthe Beare. 
 
 A0.Céf. And {oto Armes -vidorious noble Father, 
 To quell the Rebels, and their Complices. 
 Rich. Fic, Charitie for fhame, {peake not in {pight, 
 
 3 ‘| For yon thall {up with Iefa Chrift to night. 
 
 To. (Gf. Foule ftigmaticke,that’s more-then thou 
 
 ‘War. Clifford of Cumberland, *tis Warwicke calles: 
 
 ©] And ifthou dof not hide thee from the Beare, 
 
 * Inte as many gobbits willl cut it 
 
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 Now when the angrie Trumpet foundsalarum; 
 And dead mens cries do fill the emptiec ayre, 
 Clifford Ifay come forth and fight with me, 
 Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland, 
 Warwicke is hoarfe with calling thee toarmes. 
 _ Enter Yorke. 
 War. How now my Noble Lord? Whatall a-foot. 
 Tor. The deadly handed Clifford flew my fteed : 
 But matchto match I have encountred him," 
 And made a prey for CarrionKytes and Crowes 
 Evenof the bonnie beaft he loved fo well. 
 Enter (lifford. 
 War. Ofone or both of us the time is come. 
 Yor, Hold Warwicke: feekthee out fome other chace, 
 For I my felfe maft hunt this Deere to death. 
 War. Then nobly Yorke,’tis for a Crown thon fightits 
 As Lintend Clifford to thriveto day, 
 It greeves my foule to leave thee unaflail’d. 
 C4f. Whatfeettthou in me Yorke? 
 Why doft thon paufe ? ete 
 Yorke. With thy brave bearing fhould Ibe in love, 
 But that thouart{o faft mine enemie. 
 C4f. Nor thould thy proweffle want praife and efteeme, 
 But that ’tis fhewne ignobly, and ia Treafon. 
 Yorke. So let it helpe me againft thy {word; 
 As T in juftice, and true right expreffe it, 
 Clif. My foule and bodie on the action both. 
 Torke. A dreadfull lay, addreflethee inftantly. 
 Caf. La fin Corronne les oevres. Dies, 
 Yor, Thus Warre hath given thee peace, for } art fill, 
 Peace with his foule, heaven if it be thy will. 
 Enter young Clifford. 
 Cf. Shame and Confufionall is on the rout, 
 Feare frames, diforder, and diforder wounds . 
 Where it fhould guard. O Warre, thou fonne of kell, 
 Whomangry heavens do make their minifter, 
 Throw inthe frozen bofomes of onr part, 
 Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldiers flye. 
 He that is truely dedicate to Warre,: 
 Hath no felte-love : nor he that loves himfelfe, 
 Hath not effentially, but by circrimftance 
 The nameof Valour. O let the vile world end, 
 And the premifed Flames of the Laft day, 
 Knit earth and heaventogether. —- 
 Now let the general Trampet blow his blaft, 
 Particularities, and petty founds, . 
 Toceafe. Was’t thou ordained (O deere Father) 
 To lofe thy youth in peace, and to atchieve 
 _ The Silver Livery of advifed Age, 
 -Andin thy Revérence, and thy Chayre-dayes, thus 
 Todye in Ruffian battell ? Even atthisfight, 
 My heart is turn’dto ftone : and while’tis mine, 
 It thallbe ftony. » Yorke, not our old men {pares : 
 No more will Itheir Babes, Teares Virginall, 
 Shall be to me, even as the Dew to Fire, 
 And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes, 
 Shall to my flaming wr ath, be Oyleand Flax 
 : Henceforth, 1 wilt not have to doe with pitty, 
 Meet I an infant of the houfe of Yorke, 
 
 Exit War, 
 
 As wilde Adedea yong Abjirtis did. 
 
 In cruelty, will I feeke out my Fame. 
 
 Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords honfé ; 
 AS did -Eneas old eAnchifes bearc, 
 
 Sobeare 1 thee upon my manly fhouldiers: 
 
 | Butthen, e4neas barca living loade ; 
 
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 Nothing fo heavy as thefe woes of mine.: 
 
 Enter Richard, and Somer{et to fight. 
 
 Rich. Solye thou there: 
 For underneath an Ale-houfe paltry figne, 
 The. Cattle in S. e#/bons, Somertet 
 Hath made the Wizard famous in his death : 
 Sword, hold thy tenaper ; Heart, be wrathfull (till : 
 Priefts pray for enemies , but Princes kill. 
 Fight. Exccut lions. 
 
 Enter King, Qucene,and others. 
 
 2x, Away my Lord, youare flow, for fhame away - 
 i King, Can we out-run the Heavens ? Good Margaret 
 
 ay. 
 
 Qa, Whatare you made of? You'lnor fight nor flye 
 Now isit manhood, wifedome,and defence, 
 Togive the enemy way, and to fecure us 
 By what we can, whichcanno more but flye. 
 
 . Alarum afarre off. 
 
 If you be tane, we then fhould fee the bottome 
 Of allour Fortunes : but ifwe haply fcape, 
 (As well we may »ifnot through your neglect ) 
 We fhall toLondonget, where you are lov’d, 
 And wherethis breach now in our fortunes made 
 May readily be ftopt. 
 
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 Enter ( lifford. 
 
 Cif. But thatmy heart's on future mifchiefe fet, 
 I would fpeake blafphemy ere bid you fly : 
 But flye y oumutt : Vncureable difcom fite 
 Reignes in the hearts of all our prefent parts. 
 Away for your reliefe, and we will live 
 To fee their day, and them our Fortune give. 
 
 Away my Lord, away. Exeunt. 
 
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 T he fecond Part of King Henry the Sixth, 
 
 Alarum. Retreat. Enter Yorke, Richard, Warwicke, 
 and Souldiers with Drum & Colours, 
 Yorke. Of Salsbury, who can report of him, 
 That winter Lyon, who in rage forgets 
 Aged contufions, andall bruth of Time : 
 And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth, 
 Repaires him with Occafion, This happy day 
 Isnot it felfe, nor have we wonne one foot, 
 If Salsbury be loft. , 
 Rich. My Neble Father : 
 Three times to day 1 hope him to his horfe, 
 Three times beftrid him: Thrice Lled him off, 
 Perfwaded him from any further act : 
 But {till where danger was, ftill there I met him, 
 And like rich hangings in a homely houfe, 
 So was his will, in his old feeble body. 
 But Nobleas he is, looke where he comes. 
 Enter Salisbury. 
 * Sal. Now by my Sword, well haft thou fought to day; 
 By'th’Mafle fo did weall. I thanke you Richard, _ 
 God knowes how long it is I haveto live : 
 And it hath pleas’d him that three times to day 
 You have defended me frou imminent death. 
 Well Lords, we have uot got that which we have 
 *Tisnot enough onr foes are this time fied, bai 
 Being oppofites of fuch repayring Nature. 
 Yorke. know our fafety is to follow them 
 For (as I heare)the King is fled to London, 
 To calla prefent Court of Parliament. 
 - Let uspurfue him ere the Writs go forth. ie 
 What fayes Lord Warwicke, thalt we after them ? 
 war. After them ! nay befere themif wecan: 
 Now by my hand (Lords) "twas a glorious day. 
 Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke, 
 Shall be eterniz’d in all Age to come. pas 
 Sound Drummeand Trumpets, and toLondonall, 
 And more fuch dayes as thefe, to us befall. Exeumhs 
 
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 Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Noarfolke, Mount- 
 agne, Warwicke, and Sonldiers. 
 
 . Warwicke. : 
 Wonder how the King efcap’d our hands ? 
 P/,W hile we purfu’d the Hor{men of J North, 
 ; He flyly ftole away, and left his men : 
 . ‘ W hereat the great Lord of Northumberland, 
 Whofe Warlike eares could never brooke retreat, 
 Chear’d up the droupingrmy,and himfelfes 
 Lord Céfford and Lord Steffordalla-brett — 
 -Charg’d our maine Battailes Front : and breaking in, 
 Were by the Swords of common Souldiers flaine. 
 _ Edw, Lord Staffords Father, Dake of Buckingham, 
 Is either flaine or wounded dangerous. 
 I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow : 
 That this is true(Father) behold his blood... 4.) 
 (Mount. And Brother, here’s the Earle of Wiltfhires 
 Whom I enconntred as the Battels joyn’d. (blood, 
 
 | . Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what did. 
 
 Plan. Richard hath beit deferw’d of all my fonnes: 
 But is your Grace dead, my Lordof Somerfet? ... 
 Rar. Such hope haveall the line of /abn of Gaunt. 
 -Rseh, ThusdoI hope te fhake King Henries head: 
 Warm. And {o doe}, victorious Prince of Yorkes 
 | Before I fee thee feated in that Throne, 
 Whichnow the Houfe of Lancaffer ufurpes, 
 
 I vow by Heaven, thefe eyes fhalf never clofe. 
 Thisisthe Pallace of the fearefull King, . 
 And this the Regall Seat ipoffeffe itYorke, 
 Forthisisthine ,andnot King Hearies Heiress... 
 
 Plane, Afiit methen, {weet Wawicke, and | wills. 
 
 Norf. Wee'lc all affift you : he that flyes,fhalk dyes 
 _ Plant. ‘Thanks gentle Norfolke, {tay by me my.Lords, 
 And Souldiers ttay and lodge by me this Night. 
 
 : SS Sts They goe wp. 
 _ Wary. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, 
 
 _ | Valeffe he feeke to thruft you out perforce. 
 
 Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Pagliament, 
 But little thinkes we fhall be of her counfaile, 
 
 : { By words or bloweshere let us winne our right« 
 
 Riche Arm'das we are, let’s tay within this Hoyle. 
 
 | Warn. The bloody Parliament fluallthis be call’d, 
 _ | Viele Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King, 
 
 GOONK ODA LSS EVE 
 AU EAC SS ES or 
 Thethird Partof King Henry the Sixt, 
 vvith the death of the Duke of — 
 YORKE. 
 
 And bafhfal Heary depos’d, whofe Cowardize, 
 
 - And thine,Lord C4ifford, & you both have vow’d revenge 
 
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 Hath madeus by-words to our enemies. 
 Plant. Then Jeave me not, my Lords be refolate, 
 I meaneto take poffeffion of my right. 
 Warw. Neither the King, nor he that loves him beft, 
 The prowdefthe that holds up Lancaffer, 
 Dares ftirrea Wing, if Warwieke fhake his Bells. 
 He plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : 
 Refolve thee Richard, clayme the Bnglifh Crowne: 
 
 Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, 
 West mer land, Exeter, and the rest. 
 
 Heury. My Lotds,looke where the fturdy Rebell fits, } 
 Even inthe Chayre of State ; belike he meanes, 
 Backt by the power of Warwicke, that falfe Peere, | 
 Toafpire unto the Crowne, and reigne as Kings 
 Earle of Northymberland, he flew thy Father, 
 
 On him, his fonnes, his favorites, and his friends. 
 Nortbumb. 1f 1 be not, Heavens be reveng’d on me. 
 C4fford. The hope thereof, makes C4fford mourne in 
 
 Steeles fh sl 
 Weftm. W hat,thall we fuffer this?let’s pluck himdown, 
 
 My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it. 
 
 Henry, Be patient, gentle Earle of Weltmerland. 
 C&fford. Patience is for Poultroones, and {uchis he : 
 
 He durft not fit there, had your Father liv'de 
 
 My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament 
 
 Let us aflayle the Family of Terke.., 
 
 North. Well halt thou{pokenjCoufin be it fo, 
 Henry. Ab, know. you not the City favours them, 
 
 And they have tronpes of Souldiers at theis beckee 
 Westm, But when the Dake is flaine, they'le quickly 
 
 flyer? * 
 
 ‘slew, Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart, 
 
 To makea Shambles of the Parliatnent Cloufe. 
 
 Confin of Exeter, frownes, words, and threats; 
 
 Shall be the Warre that Heary meanesto ufes | 
 
 Thou factious Duke of Yorkedefcend my Throne, 
 
 And kneele for grace and mereie at my feet, 
 
 I am fhy Soveraigne. 
 
 Yorke. Iam thine. ; 
 Exet. For fhame comedowne, he made thee Duke of 
 
 Yorke. 3 FANE 
 Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was. 
 
 Exet. Thy 
 
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 &xet. Thy Father was a Traytor tothe Crowne. 
 
 Warw. Exeterthouart a Traytorto the Crowne, 
 In following this ufurping Henry. 
 
 Clifferd. Whom (hould hee follow, 
 King? 
 
 Warw.T rue Clifford,and that’s 
 
 Yorke. Yt mutt and fliall be fo, content thy felfe. 
 
 T he third Part of King Henry the Sixth. : 
 
 | Refign’d the Crowne to Henry the Fourth, 
 
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 but his naturall And made him to refigne his Crowne perforce. 
 
 Richard Duke of Yorke. | T 
 Henry. And fhall I {tand, and thou fit inmy. Throne? | |. &xet. No : for he could not fo refigne his Crowne, 
 
 wWarw. Be Duke of Lancatter ,let him be King. 
 Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancafter, 
 And that the Lord of Weftmerland fhall maintaine. 
 Warw. And Warwicke (hall difprove it. You forget, 
 That wearethofe which chas’d you from the field, 
 And flew your Fathers, and with Colours {pread 
 Martcht through the Citie tothe Pallace Gates. 
 Nortbamb, Yes Warwicke, remember it to my gricfe, 
 
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 + And by his Soule, thouand thy Houfe fhallrue it. 
 
 Weftm. Plantagenet, of thee andthefe thy Sonnes, 
 Thy Kinfmen, and thy Friends, Ile have more lives 
 Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines. 
 Caf. Vege it no more, left that in fteed of words, 
 I {end thee, Warwieke, fucha Meflenger; 
 As fhallrevenge his death; before I ftirre. 
 Warw. Poore Clifford , how 1 {corne his worthleffe 
 Threats. 
 Plant. Will you we thew our Titleto the Crowne? 
 If not, our Swords fhall'pleace it in the field. 
 Henry. What Title haft thou Traytor tothe Crowne ? 
 My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke, 
 Thy Grandfather Roger (Mortimer Earle of March. 
 Iamthe Sonne of Henry the Fift, 
 Who made the Dolphin and the French to ftorpe, 
 And feiz’d upon their Townes and Provinces. 
 Warw, Talke not of France, fith thou haft loft it all. 
 Henry. The Lord Protector loft it, and not I: 
 
 | When TI was crown’d T was but nine moneths old. 
 
 Rich. Youare old enough now, 
 
 And yet methinkes you lofe: 
 
 Father'teare the Crowne from the Vfurpers Head. 
 Edward. Sweet Father doe fo, {et iton your Head. 
 (Mount. Good Brother, 
 
 Asthou lov’ft and honoreft Armes, 
 
 Let’s fight it out, and not ftand cavilling thus. 
 
 Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the 
 
 King will flye. 
 
 Plant. Sonnes peace 
 
 Henry, Peace thou, and give King Henry ‘leave to 
 fpeake. 
 
 Warw, Plantagenet {hall fpeake firft: Heare him Lords, 
 
 And beyou filent and artentive too, 
 
 For he that interrupts him, fhall not live. 
 
 Hen. Think’ ft thou,that | willleaye my Kingly Throne, 
 Wherein my Grandfire and my Father fat ? 
 No: firft fhall Warreunpeople this my Realme ; 
 I, and their Colours often borne in France y 
 And now in England, to ourhearts great forrow, 
 Shall be my Winding-fheet.. Why faintyou Lords? 
 My Titles good, and better farre then his. 
 Warw. But prove it Henry, and thou fhalt be King. 
 Hen, Henry the Fourth by Conqueft got the Crowne. 
 Plant. ’Twas by Rebellion again{t his King. 
 Henry, T know not what to fay, my Titles weake : 
 Tell me, may not 4 King adopt an Heire? 
 Plant. What then? 
 Henry. And if he may, thenam I lawfull King $ 
 Fox Richard, inthe view of maby Lords, 
 
 oad 
 
 | Lord C4fford vowes to fight in thy defence: 
 
 Whofe Heire my Father was, and Lam his. 
 Plant. He rofe againft him, being his Soveraigne, 
 
 Warw. Suppofe, my Lords, he did it unconftrayn’d, 
 hinke you ’twere prejudicial to his Crowne? 
 
 | Butthaethenext Heire fhould fucceed and reigne. 
 Henry, Art thouagainftus, Duke of Exeter ? 
 Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. 
 Plant. Why whifper you, my,Lords, and anfwer not? 
 Exet. My Confcience tells me he is lawfull King, 
 Henry. All will revolt from me, andturnetohim. 
 Norihumb. Plantagenet, for all the Clayme thonlay’ft, |. 
 
 Thinkenot, that Henry {hallbe fo depos‘d. { 
 Warw. Depos’d he fhall be, indefpight ofall. 
 Northumb. Thou art deceiv'd 
 
 *Tis not thy Southerne power 
 
 Of Effex, Norfolke, Suffolke, nor of Kent, 
 
 Which makes thee thus prefomptuous and prowd, 
 
 Can fet the Duke up in defpight of me. 
 
 Cliford. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong, ee 
 
 May that ground gape, and {wallow me alive; 
 Where _I fhall kneeleto him that flew my Father. 
 Henry, Oh Chffird, how thy words revive my heart, | 
 Plant. Henry ot Lavcafter, refigne thy Crownés 
 What mutter you, or what confpire you Lords? 75] Wi. 
 Ware. Doe right untothis Princely Duke of Yorke, | 
 Or I will fillthe houfe with armed men, eve 
 And ore the Chayre of State, where now he fits, 
 Write up his Title with ufurping blood. eo 
 He fhampes with bis foot, and the Sonldiers | 
 [hew themfelues. te 
 Henry. My Lord of Warwick,heare but one word, 
 Let me for this time reigne as King. eae | 
 ‘Plant.Confirme the Crowne to meand to mine Heises, | 
 And thou fhalt reigne in quiet while thou liv’. 
 | Henry. lam content : Richard Plantagenet ° 
 Enjoy the Kingdome after my deceafe. Seas 
 Chifford. What wrong is this unto the Prince; your | — 
 Sontie ? a | 
 Warw. What good is thisto England, and himfelfe? | 
 Westm. Bafe, tearefull,and defpairing Hemry, | 
 Ciifford.How haft thon injur'd both thy felfe and us? |) 
 Westm. \ cannot ftay to heare thef€ Articles. be 
 DN orthumb. Nor I. | 
 C&fford. Come Coufin, let ustell the Queene thele 
 Newes. ; ‘ 
 * VVestm. Farewell faint-hearted and degenerate King, 
 In whofe cold blood no fparke of honor bides. - 4 
 Northumb, Be thouaprey unto the honfeof York | 7). 
 And dye'in Bands, for this unmanly deed. fe 
 C&f, In dreadfull Warre may’ft thou be overcome, — 
 Or live in peace abandon’d and defpis’d. ee 
 Warw, Turne this way Henry, and regard them note : 
 ee They feeke revenge,” and thereforewill not 
 yeeld. 
 Henry, Ah Exeter. 
 Warw. Why fhould youfigh, my Lord? 
 Henry. Not for my felfe Lord #arwicke but my 
 Whom I unnaturally fhalf dif-inherite. zs 
 But be itas it may  Thére éntayle ah 
 The Crowne to theé and to thine heires forever, 
 Conditionally, that here thou take an Oath, 
 Toceafe this Civill Warre : and whil'#t1 live, 
 
 Se ee ee 
 
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The third P art of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 To honor meas thy King,and Soveraigne: | 
 Neither by Treafon not Hoftility, 
 Tofeeke to put me downe,and reigne thy felfe. 
 Plant. This Oath I willingly take,and will performe. | 
 War.Long live King Henry: Plantagenet embrace him. 
 Henry. And long livethou,& thefe thy forward Sonnes. 
 Plant. Now Yorkeand Lancaster are reconcil'd. | 
 
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 Henry, Stay gentle Margaret, and heare me {peake. 
 Queene. Thou talt fpeke too much alread y #getthee 
 gone. ; 
 Hen. Gentle Sonne Edward,thou wilt flay. with me? 
 - Que, I,to be murther'd by his Enemies. 
 Prin, When | returne with victory from the field, 
 Ue fee your Grace:till then, Ile follow her. 
 
 Exet. Accurft be hethat feekes to make them foes. 
 
 Sonet. Herethey come downe. 
 Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord,lle to my Caftle. 
 war. And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers, 
 Norf.And Ito Norfolke with my followers. 
 (Mount. And I unto the Sea;from whence I came. 
 Hen.And I with griefe and forrow to the Court. 
 
 Enter the Queene. 
 
 : Exet. Heere comes the Queene, 
 "| Whofe Lookes bewray het anger: 
 4 Ile fteale away. 
 | Henry. Exeter,(o will I. 
 Queene. Nay,goe not from me,I will follow thees 
 Hen. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will ftay- 
 m1 « Quee. Who canbe patient in fuch extreames? 
 " 4 Ah wretched man,wouldI had dy’dea Maid, 
 | Atd never feene thee, never borne thee Sonne, 
 _ | Seeing thou haft prov’d fo unnaturalla Father. 
 | Hath he deferv’d to lole his Birth-right thus? 
 ’ | Haditthon butlov’d him halfe fo wellasI, 
 |) | Or felt that paine which I did for him once, 
 | Ornourifht him,as I did with my blood; 
 ~ | Thou would’ft have left thy deareft heart-blood there, 
 Rather then made that favage Duke thine Heire, 
 And diinherited thine oneiy Sonne. 
 A Prin. Father,you cannot dif+inherite me: 
 ® . | If yoube King,why fhould not I fucceede? bs 
 wh | Hen, Pardon me CVargaret,pardon me {weet Sonne, 
 | The Ezrleof Warwick and the Duke enforc’t me. 
 |. Que. Enforc’t thee? Art thou King,and wilt be fote’s? 
 | Uthameto heare thee {peake:ah timorous Wretch, 
 ~ | Thow haft undone thy felfe,thy Sonne,and me, 
 ® | And giv’n untothe Houfe of Yorke {uch head, 
 ~ | Asthou fhaltreigne but by their {ufferance, 
 ~ | Toentaile him and his Heires unto the Crowne, . 
 _ | What is it,but to:make thy Sepulcher, 
 | And creepe into it farre betore thy time? 
 Warwicke is Chanceloy,and the Lord of Callice, 
 ‘Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas, 
 The Duke is made Protector of the Realme, 
 And yer fhalt thou be fafe?Such fafery findes 
 The trembling Lambe, invironned with Wolves. 
 Had I beene there,whicham a filly Woman, 
 “The Souldiers fhould have tofs’d me on their Pikes, 
 Before I would have granted to that Act. 
  ¢ Bor thoy preferr’ft thy Life,before thine Honor. 
 i@ | And feeingthoudo'ft,I here divorce my felfe, 
 | | Bothfromthy Table Henry,andthy Bed, 
 * ) Vntill that AG of Parliament be repealed, 
 | Whereby my Sonne is dif-inherited.. 
 The Northerne Lords,that have forfworne thy Colours, 
 | Will follow mine,if once they fee them {preads 
 And fpread they fhall be,to thy foule difgrace, 
 | And utter ruine of the Honfe of Yorke, : 
 
 ” | Thus doe} leavetheé:Come Sonne:let’s away, 
 ify _ | Our Anny is:ready,come, wee'le after them. 
 
 Before a true and lawfull Magiftrate, 
 
 Que. Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus, 
 
 Hew. Poore Queene, ; 
 How love to me,and to her Sonne, 
 Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage. 
 Reveng’d may fhe be on that hatefull Duke, ~ 
 Whote haughty {pirit,winged with defire, 
 Will coft my Crowne,and like an empty Eagle, 
 Tyre on the fleth ofme,and of my Sonne. 
 The loffe of thofe chree Lords torments my heart: 
 fle write unto them and entredt them faire; 
 Come Coufin,you fhall be the Meflenger. 
 
 Exet. And I hope, hall reconcile themall, Exit. 
 Enter Richard, Edward,and 
 
 Mountague, 
 
 Richard. Brother ,though! bee youngeft » give mee 
 eave. 
 Edw, No, I can better play the Orator. 
 Afoun, But l have reafons {trong and forceable. 
 
 Enter the Duke of Yorke, 
 
 Yer. Why how now Sonnes,and Brother, at a flrife? 
 What is your Quarrell?how began it firft2 
 Edw. No Quarrell,but a flight Contention. 
 Tor. About what? 
 Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and us, 
 The Crowne of England, Father;which is yours. 
 Yor. Mine Boy?nottill King Henry be dead. 
 Rich. Your Right depends not on his life,or death. 
 Edw. Now you are Heire,therefore enjoy it nows 
 By giving the Houfe of Laneaffer leave to breathe; 
 Tt will out-runne you, Father,in the end, . . 
 Yor. 1 tooke an Oath,that he fhould quietly reigne. 
 Edw. But for a Kinadome any Oath may be’ broken: 
 I would breake thoufand Oathes, to seigne one yeere. 
 Richard. No:Godforbid your Grace fhould be for- 
 {worne. 
 Yor. I fhall be,if { claime by, open Warre. 
 Richird. Ie prove the contrary , if you’le heare mee 
 {peake. 
 Yor. Thou canft not,Sonne : it isimpoffible. 
 Rich. An Oath is of no moment,being not tooke © 
 
 That hath authority over him that fweares.’ 
 Henry had none,but did ufurpe the place. 
 Then fecirg was hethat made'you todepole, ./ 
 Your Oath,my Lord, is vaine and frivolous: 
 Therefore to Armes:and Father doe but thinke, 
 How {weet a thing ‘it isto wearea Crowne, 
 Within whofe Circuit is EZ2inm, 
 Andallthat Poets faine of Bliffe and Toy. 
 Why doe we linger thus? I cannot reft, 
 Vntillthe White Rofe that I weare,bedy'de 
 Evenin theluke-warme blood of Henrics heart. 
 Yor. Richard ynough:! will be King, or dye. 
 Brother;thou fhalt to London prefently, 
 Andwhet onWarwickto this Enterprifé.: 
 
The third Part of King Hemy the Sixth. 
 
 Thou Richard fhalt tothe Duke of Norfolke; 
 And tell him privily of onr intent, 
 You Edwardfhall unto my Lord Cobham, 
 With whom the Kentifhmen will willingly rife: 
 In them I truft:for they are Soaldiors, 
 
 \ -Wittyscourteous,liberall,full of {pirit. 
 While you are thus imploy'’d, what refteth more? 
 Bur that I feeke occafion how torife, 
 And yet the King not privy to my Drift, 
 Nor any of the Houfe of Lancaffer’ 
 
 Enter Gabriel. 
 
 But ftay,what Newes? Why comm'ft thou in fuch 
 ofte? , 
 Gabriel. The Queene, 
 With all the Northerne Earles and Lords, 
 Intend heere to befiege you in your Caftle- 
 Sheis hard by with twenty.thoufand men: 
 And therefore fortifie your Hold, my Lord: 
 Tor. 1, with my Sword. ; 
 What?think ft thou,that we feare them? 
 Edwardand Richard,you thall ay withme, 
 My Brother (Mountague fhall pofte to London: 
 Let Noble warwicke, Cobban, and the reft, 
 Whom we haveleft ProteCors of the King, 
 With powrefull Pollicy ftrengthen themfelves, 
 And truft not fimple Henry,nor his Oathes. 
 (Monn. Brother, I goe:Ile winne them, feare it not. 
 Andthusmoft huimbly I doe take my leave. 
 Exit Mountague: 
 
 Enter Mortimer and his Brother: 
 
 Yor. Sir Jobn,and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine Viickles, 
 You are come to Sandall in a happy houre- 
 The Armie of the Queene meane to befiege us. 
 Iobu: Shee thall notncede, wee'le nacete her in'the field. 
 Yor: What,with five thonfand men? 
 Rich, I,with five hundred, Father,for anecde- 
 A Woman's Generall:what fhould we feare? 
 eA March afarre off. 
 Edw. heare their Drummes: 
 Let’sfetourmeninorder, 
 And iffe forth,and bid:-them Battaile ftraight- 
 Yor. Fivementotwenty:though the eddes be great,’ 
 I doubt not, Vnckle,ofour Victory. 
 Many a Battaile have Iwonnein France, 
 When as the Enemy hath beene tenneto one: 
 Why thould E not now have thelike fucceffe? 
 jou ; Alarum. Exit. 
 Enter Rutland,and bis Tutor. 
 
 Ratl Ah, whither fhall I flye,to {cape their hands? 
 Ah Tutor,looke where bloody (4fferd comes: 
 
 Enter Chfford, 
 
 Cafford.Haplaine away ,thy Prielthood faves thy life. 
 
 Astor the Brat of this accufed Duke, 
 Whofe Father flew my Father,he fhalldye. 
 Tutor. AndI, my Lord, will beare him company.’ 
 Chiff. Souldiers,away with him. . 
 | Tutor. Ah Chfford,murther not this innocent Child, 
 -Leaft thou be hated both of God and Man. Exit. 
 
 Clifford. How now‘is he dead alieady? 
 Or isit feare,that makes him clofe his eyes? 
 Ile open them. 
 
 Rutl. So looks the pent-up Lyon o’re the Wretch, eS q 
 
 That trdmbles under his devouring Pawes: 
 And fo he walkes, infulting o’re his Prey, 
 And fo he comes,to rend his Limbes afunder- 
 Ah gentle (Ufford, killme with thy Sword, 
 ‘And not with fucha cruell threatning Leoke: 
 Sweet Clifford heare me fpeake,beforel dye: 
 Tam too meane a fubiect for thy Wrath, 
 
 | Be thou reveng’d on men, and let melive. 
 
 Cuff. In vaine thou {peak’ft,poore Boy: 
 
 | My Fathers blood hath ftopt the paffage 
 
 Where thy words fhould enter. v Lae 
 Rutl, Then let my Fathers blood open it againe, 
 He isaman,and (ford cope with him. 
 
 (%s. Had I thy Brethren here,their lives and thine 
 
 Were not revenge fuificient for thes 
 
 No, if I digg’d up thy fore-fachers Graves, 
 
 And hung their rotten Cortins up in Chaynes; 
 
 It could not flake mine ire, nor eafé my heart. 
 
 The fight of any of of the Houfe of Yorke, 
 
 Isasa Futy to torment my Soule: 
 
 And till 1 root out theiraccurfed Line, » 
 
 And leave not one alive,I live in Hell. 
 
 Therefore---- nits ia 
 Rul. Oh let me pray,before I take my deaths 
 
 To thee I pray;fweet Céfford pitty me. 
 
 (Clifford. Such pitty as my Rapiers pointaffords. jl 
 
 Rut. never did thee harme:why wilt thou flay. 
 
 me? 
 
 Clif. Thy Father hath. 
 
 Rut. But twas ere 1 was borne: 
 Thou haft,one Sonne, for his fake pitty mey 
 Lea(t in revenge thereof, fith God is juft, 
 He be as miferably flaine as I. 
 
 Ah, lét me live in Prifon alk my dayes, 
 And when I giveoceafien of offence,” 
 Then let wie dye,for now thow hatt nocanfe. 
 
 dye. : wea eo 
 " putl. Dij faciant Landis fumma fit ifta tea. 
 
 Cli. Plantagenet,1 come Plantagenet: 3 
 And thisthy Sonnes blood cleaving to my Blade, 
 Shall ruft uponmy Weapon,till thy blood 
 
 - Congeal’d withthis, doe make me wipe off both, Exit. | 
 
 Alarum. Enter Richard, Dake of Yorke. 
 
 Yor. The Army of the Queene hath got the field? 
 _ My Vackles bothare flaine,in refcuing me, 
 And all my followers,to the eager foe . 
 Turneback,and flye,like, Ships before the Winde, 
 Or Lambes purfu'd by hunger-ftarued Wolves. 
 
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 Ch, No caufe?thy Father flew my Father:therefore | ; 
 
 _ My Sonnes,God knowes what hath bechancedthem: | 
 
 But this I know,they have demean’d themfelves 
 _ Like men borne to Renowne,by Life or Death. © 
 - Three times did Richard make a Lane to me, 
 
 And thice cry’de,Courage Father, fight it out?) ¥ 
 
 And full as oft came Edwardto my fide, 
 
 With Purple Faulchion,painted to the Hilt,’ 
 
 In blood of thofe that had encountred him: 
 And when the hardyeft Wairiors didretyre, 
 
 Richardcry’de,Chatge,and give no foot of ground 
 
 Andcry’de,A Crowne,or elf a glorious Tombe,’ 
 
| A Scepter,or an Earthly Sepulcher.: 
 ; With this we charg’d againe:but ont alas, 
 i" | Webodg'd againe,asI have-feene a Swan »3 
 % |. With boothleffe labour fwimme againft the Tyde, 
 
 | And {pend her ftrength with over-matching Waves- 
 ; Me A fhort Alarums within. 
 _ | Ah hearke,the fatall followers doe purfue, 
 t And [ am faint,and cannot flye their fury: 
 And were ftrong,I would not fhunue their fury. 
 The Sands are numbred,thar makeup my Life, 
 Heré muft ftay,and here my Life mult end. 
 
 4 Enter the Queene,( liford; Noribamberland,’>: - 
 the young Prince,and Souldiers, > ~\'« 
 
 mM | Comebloody (‘Afferd,rough Northamberlasd; 
 I dare your quenchleffefuryto more rages 
 it = | Lam your But, and J abide your Shot 
 North. Yeeld to our mercy,proud Plantagenet « 
 C&f. 1, to fuch mercy,as hig ruthlefle Arme 
 i With downe-right payment, fhew’d unto my Fathers 
 V4 Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre, ~ 
 | And made‘an Evehing at the Noone-tide Prick. 
 t Yor. My afhes,as the Pheenix,may bring forth 
 A Bird,that will revengeupon youall; 
 And in that hope,I throw mine eyesto Heaven,’ 
 Scorning what ere yourcanaffid me: with. 
 Why come you not? what, multitudes,and feare? «0 
 C&f. So Cowards-fight,w hen'they can flye no further, 
 So Doves doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons, _ 
 So defperate Theevesjall hopeleffe oftheir Lives, 
 Breathe out Invectives ’gain{t the Odicers. 
 Yor. Oh (4fford;bur bethinke thee once againe; 
 And in thy thought ore-run my former time: 
 And if thou canft;for blufhing,view thisface, 
 | And bite thy tongue, that flanders: him with Cowardice, 
 Whofe frowne hathimade thee faine and flye erethis: 
 0 Ch, Vwillnet bandy with thee word for word, 
 | But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one. 
 fe Que Hold valiant Clifford, for athoufand canfés 
 I would prolong a while the Traytors Life: 
 ~. | Wrath makes himdeafe;fpeake thou Northumberland, 
 { | North. Hold (léfford,doe not honor kim fo much, 
 To prick thy finger,thongh to wound his heart... 
 , | What valour wereit,whena Curre doth grinne, 
 i For oneto thruft his Hand:betweene his Tecth, ¢ 
 
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 Cl ae rake kak a ee he de ele 
 
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 | | When he might{purne him with his Footaway? 
 ic | Itis Warres prize,totakeall Vantages, 
 ; | And tenne to onesisnoimpeach of Valour. 0. oe 
 mm Chfford. 1, 1, fo ftrives the Woodcooke withthe 
 
 _ | Gynne. ah 
 KY |” Norskamberland. Sodoth the Conny ftragglein the 
 RS A Net. poe y . 
 
 | Yor, So triamph Theevesupon theirconquer’d Booty, 
 ih | SoTrue men yeeld, with Robbers {o0’re-matcht. 
 e Norbs What wouldyour Grace have done unto him 
 now? . 
 
 Que. Brave Warriors, (Uiffordand Northumberland, 
 Comeimake him ftand upon this Mole-hill here, 
 That raught.at Momntaines with out-ftretched Armes, 
 Yet parted but.the fhadow-with his Hand. 
 
 | What,was it you that would be Englands King? 
 
 , | Was't youthatreveli’din our Parliament, 
 
 __ | And made aPreachment of your-high Defcent? 
 
 Where are your: Meffe of Sonnes,to:back you now? 
 
 | The wanton £dward.and the lufty George? 
 
 The third Part of K ing Henry the Sixth, — 
 
 Ist 
 
 And where’s that valiant Crook-back Prodigy, 
 Dicky,your Boy that with his gtumbling voyce 
 Was wont to cheare his’ Dad in Mutinies? 
 
 Or with the reft,;whereis your Darling Rutland? 
 Looke Yorke,I ftayn’d this Napkin with the blood 
 That valiant CAfford;with his Rapiers point, 
 Mad iffue trom the bofome of the Boy;. 7 9 ve 
 
 And if thine eyes.can.water for his death; 
 
 I givethee this to dry th y Cheekes withalfs; 2. : 
 Alas poore Yorke, but that Lhatethee deadlys» © | 
 I fhould lament thy'miferable fate. Tb § 
 Iprythee grieve,td make me merfy,7orke. 
 
 | What;hath thy heby heart-fo parchtthitie entrayles;: | 
 
 That not a Teare can fall, for Ruttarids death? 
 
 Why art thou patient,man?thou fliotild’ft bemid: « 
 And I,to makethee-mad jdoe'thock thee thus. 
 Stampe,rave,dnd fretjthat Lmay fing and dances :. 
 Thou would’tt be fee’d,} fee;tomakelmefport: 
 Yorke cannot {psake,unleffe hé weare a Crowne. 
 
 A Crowne forYorke;and Lords;liow lowetohim: 
 Hold you his:hands,whileft I doctétit one|+ ; 
 
 I marry Sir,now.lookes he likea King: 
 
 I, this ts he thattooke King Herries Chaire,’ 
 
 And this is he wasisadopted Heire. 
 
 But how is it,that great Plantagenet 
 
 Is crown'd fofoone;and broke his folemne Oath? 
 As I bethinke me,you fhould not be King, — 
 
 .Tillour King Henry had fhooke-hands with Death. 
 And will you pale your head in Heurtes Glory, 
 Androb his Temples of the Diademe,; 
 
 Now in his Life,againit your holi:Oath? \ 
 Oh’ tis a fault too too unpardonable. 
 Off with the Crowne;and: with the Crowne;bis Head, 
 And whileft we breathe;take timeto doe himdead. 
 _ Ciiford, Thatismy Oxlice,for my Fathers fake. 
 i Queene. Nay flay, let's heare' the Orizons heé 
 makes. li ed onoTu gts 
 Yorke. SheesW olfe of France,» v\» 
 
 But Worle then Wolves of France, ' ' 
 Whofe Tongue more poifons thea the Adders Tooth: 
 How ill-befeeming isit in thy Sex; ; 
 
 To triumph like an Amazonian Trull, : 
 
 Vpon their Woes, whom Forttize captivates? 
 
 ‘But that thy Face is Vizard-like, unchanging, 
 
 Madeimpudent with ufe ofevill deedes, : 
 
 I would affay sprowd Queéne,tomake thee bluth. 
 
 To tell thee whence thon cam’ft, of whom deriv’d, 
 
 Were fhame enough,to fhame thee, 
 
 Wert thounor fhamelefle, 
 
 Thy Father beares thetype of King of Naples, 
 
 Of both the Sicils,and Ierufalem, 
 
 Yetnot{o wealthy asan Englifh Yeomans 
 
 Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to infule? 
 
 It needes not,nor it bootes thee not,prowd' Queene; 
 
 Vnleflethe Adage mult be verify’dyoes, 9 asad ot. 
 
 That Beggers mounted ,runne their Horféto death |. 
 
 Tis Beauty that doth oft make Women prowd, 
 
 But God he knowes,thy-fhare thereof is {mall. 
 
 ’Tis Vertue-that doth makethemimoft admir'd, 
 
 Thecontrary doth makethee wondred at. 
 
 ’Tis Government that makes them feeme Divine, 
 
 The want thereof,makes thee abhominable. 
 
 Thouart as oppofitéto every good, 
 
 As the Autipedesare unto vs, 
 
 Oras the South tothe Septentrion. 
 
 Oh Tygres Heart,wrapt ina Womans Hide, ee) 
 2 : ~ How 
 
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 How could’ft thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child, 
 
 To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall, 
 
 And yet be fesne to beare a Womans face? 
 
 Womenare foft,milde,pittiful,and flexible; 
 
 Thou fterne,obdurate,fiinty,rough,remorfeleffe. 
 
 Bidft thou me rage? why now thowhaft thy with.» 
 
 1 Would’tt have me weepe?why now thou haft thy wills 
 For raging wind blowes up inceflant.howers, 
 
 And whenthe Rageallayes,the Raine begins. 
 Thefe Teares are my {weet Rutlands Obfequies, 
 Andevery drop cryes. vengeance for hisdeath, 
 Gaintt thee fell Céfford,and thee falfe Brench-woman. 
 N erthumb. Behrew me; but his:paffions move me fo; 
 That hardly can check my eyes from Tearcs. 
 Yor : That face of his, ; ' 
 The hungry. Cahiballs would not have toucht, 
 Would nothave ftayn’d the rofesjuft with blood: 
 But you aremore inhumarie,moreinnexorable, 
 Ohb,tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania. 
 See, ruthleffe Queene,a haplefic Fathers Teares: 
 This Cloth thou dipd’ft in blood of my {weet Boy, 
 And 1 with Tearesdoe wath the blood away. 
 Keepe thou the Napkin,and goe boatt ofthis, 
 And if thou tell’&t theheavy ftory right, 
 Vpon my Soule,the hearers will {hed Teares: 
 Yea,even my Foes will fhed faft-falling T cares, 
 And fay, Alas, itwas a pittious deed. : 
 There,take the Crown,and: with the Crowne,my Curfe, 
 And in thy need,fuch comfort come to thee, 
 
 - Asnow I reape at thy too cruell hand. wens 
 Hard-hearted (Uifford,takte we fromthe Worlds’ v 
 My fouleto Heavén,my Blood upon your Heads... °'s 
 
 North. Had he been flanghter-man to all my Kinne, 
 I fhould not for my Life but weepe with him, f 
 
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 . | To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule. 
 
 Que. What weeping ripe, my Lord DN prthusmberland? 
 Thinke but upon the wrong he did us all, 
 And that will quickly dry thy melting Teares.. 0 
 Chfford, Heere’s formy Oath;heere’s for my Fathers 
 Death. : HOT ! 
 Queene. And heere’s to right our gentle-hearted 
 King. ; 
 Tor. Openthy Gate of Mercy,gracious God. 
 My Soule flyesthrough thefe wounds »to feeke out thee, 
 
 Quee. Off with his Head.and fet it on Yorke Gates, 
 So Yorke may over-looke the Towne of Yorke. 
 
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 A CMartch. — Enter Edward,Richard, 
 
 ard thesr power, 
 
 _ Edw.1 wonder how our Princely Father feap’t: 
 
 Or whether he be {cap’t away,or no, - 
 
 | From Chffords and Nothumberlands purfuit? 
 Had he been t’ane, we fhould have heardithe newes: 
 Had he beene flaine,we fhould have heardthe newess 
 Or had he {cap’t,methinkes we fhould have heard 
 The happy tidings of his good efcape. 
 How fares my Brother?why is he fo fad? 
 
 Rich. I cannotjoy,untill] be refolv'd 
 
 - Whereour right valiant Father is become. 
 
 ' I faw him inthe Battaile range about, 
 And watcht him how he fingled (/ifferd forth, 
 Methought he bore him in the thicke/t troupe, 
 Asdoth a Lyon ina Heard of Neat, 
 Or asa Beare encompafs'd round with Dogges: 
 
 The third Part of Fons Henry the Sixth. | 
 
 Who having pincht a few,and madethem cry, 
 
 The reft ftand all aloofe,andbarkeathim. | 
 
 So far’d our Father with his Enemies, 
 
 So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father: _ 
 
 Me thinkes *tis prize enough to be his Sonne. 
 
 See how the Morning opesher golden Gates, 
 
 And takesher farewell of the glorious Sunne, . ~ 
 
 How well refembles it the prime of Youth, 
 
 Trimm‘dlike a Yonker, prauncing to his Love? 
 Ed. Dazle mine eyes,or doe I {ee three Sunnes?.. 
 
 Rick. Three glorious Sannes,cach one a perfeét Sanne, | ; 
 
 Not {eparated with the racking Clouds, 
 But fever'’d ina pale cleare-fhining Skie.. - 
 See,fee they joynejembrace, and feeme to kiffe, 
 Asif they vow'd fome League inviolable. 
 Now are they but: one: Lampe, one Light, one Suanes 
 In this,the Heaven figures fome event. rm 
 Edw, ’Tis wondrous ftrange; 
 The like yetnever heardofs 
 I thinke it cites us(Brother)to the field, :. 
 That wee,the Sonnes of brave Plaxtagenet; 
 Each one already blazing by ourmeedes, 
 Should notwithftanding joyne our Lights together, 
 And over-fhine the Earth,as this the World. 
 What ere it budes,hence-forward will I beare 
 Vpon my Targuet three faire fining Sunnes. 
 Rich. Nay beare three Daughters: . 
 By your leave, l {peake it, 
 Youlove the Breeder better then the Male. 
 
 Enter one blowing. 
 
 But wharart thou,whofe heavy Looks fore-tell 
 
 Some dreadfull ftory hanging onthy Tongue? 
 
 .- Meff. Ah,one that wasa wofull looker on 
 
 When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was flaine, cA 
 
 Your Princely Father,and my loving Lord, 9! 
 Edward. Oh {peake no more, for Lhave heard téo 
 
 much. Loud me E4 
 
 Rich. Say how hedy’de,for I will heareit all. 
 Meff. Environed he! was with many foes 
 
 And ftood againft them,as the hope of Troy wet : 
 
 Againftthe Greckes,thatwould have entred Troys 
 But Hercules himfelfe mutt yeeld to oddes: 
 And many {troakes,though with a little Axe, 
 Hewes downe and fells the hardeft.tymber'd Oake, 
 By many hands your Father was fubdu’d, : 
 But onely flanght’red by the irefull Arme 
 
 Of un-relenting Ciifford,and the Queene: ; 
 Whocrown'd the gracious Duke in high defpight, — 
 Laugh’d in his face:and when with griete he wept, 
 The ruthleffe Queene gave him,to dry his Cheeke, 
 A Napkin, {tceped in the harmeleffe blood 
 
 | Of {weet young Rutland,by rough Ciiffordflaine: | 
 
 And after many {cornes , many foule taunts, 
 
 They tooke his Head,andon the Gates of Yorke » | 
 
 They fet the fame,and there it doth remaine, 
 Thefaddeft fpectacle that ere I view'd. 
 
 Edw. Sweet Duke of Yorke,our Prop ro leane upon, ; d : 
 
 Nowthouart gone,wee have no Staffe,no Stay. 
 
 Oh Clifford, boytt'rous Clifford,chou haft {laine 
 
 The flowre of Europe, for his Chevalry, 
 
 And trecheronfly haft chou vanquifht him, 
 
 For hand to hand he would have vanquifhtthee 
 
 Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prifon: Pat 
 Ah,would fhe breakefrom hence,that this my os is 
 
 —S= os oe iS SS 
 
 _ las a 
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-| Mufter’d my Soldiers,gathered flockes of Friends, 
 
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 Might in the ground be clofed up in reft; 
 For never henceforth hall I joy againe: 
 
 Never,oh never fhall I fee more joy. 
 | ich. I cannot weepe:for all my bodies moyfture 
 Scarfe fervesto quench my Farnace-burning heart: 
 Nor can my tongue unloade my hearts great burthen, 
 For felfe-{ame. winde that I fhould fpeake withall, 
 Is kindling coales that fires all my bret, 
 And butnesme up with flames,that tears would quench. 
 To weepe,is to make leffe the depth of greefe: 
 Teares then for Babes;Blowes,and Revenge for mee. 
 
 | Richard, beare thy name, lle venge thy death, 
 
 Or dye renowned by attemping it. 
 Ed.His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee: 
 His Dukedome,and his Chaire with me is left. 
 Rich. Nay, ifthou be that Princely Eagles Birds 
 Shew thy defcent by gazing ’gainft the Sunne: 
 For Chaire and Dukedome,Throne and Kingdome fay, 
 Either that is thine, or elfe thou wer’t not his 
 
 March, Enter Warwicke, Marquef[e Mountacnte, 
 and their Army. 
 Warwick; How now faire Lords?What fare 3. What 
 newes abroad? 
 Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke, if we fhould recompt 
 | Our balefull newes,and ateach words deliverance 
 Stab Poniards iv our ficth,till all were told, 
 The words would adde more anguifh theathe wounds. 
 O valiant Lord,the Duke of Y orke is flaine. 
 Edw, O Warwicke, War wicke,that Plantegenet 
 Which held thee deerely,as his Soules Redemption, 
 Is by the fterne Lord Chfford done to death. 
 . V¥areTen dayes ago,l drown'd thefe newes in teares, 
 "And now toadde more meafure to your woes, 
 I come to tell yon things fith thea befalne. 
 After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought, 
 Where your brave Father breath’d his lateft gaspe, 
 Tydings,as fwiftly as the Poftes could runne, 
 Were brought me of your Loffe,and his Depart. 
 Ithen in London, keeper of the King, 
 
 | Marchttoward S. Albons,to intercept the Queents 
 Bearing the King in my bebalfealong: 
 
 | For by my Scouts,I was advertifed 
 
 That fhe was comming with a fullintent 
 
 To dath our late Decrée in Parliament, 5 
 Touching King Henries Oath,and your Succefsion: 
 Short Tale to make, we at S. Albons met, 
 Our Battailes joyn’d,and both fides fiercely fought: 
 
 _| Butwhether ’twas the coldneffe of the King, 
 
 Who look’d full gently on his warlike Queeney 
 That robb’d my Soldiers of their heated Spleene. 
 Or whether twas report of her fuccefle, 
 Or more then common feare of Ciffords Rigour, 
 Whothunders to his Captives,Blood and Death, 
 Icannot judge:buttoconclude with trath, 
 Their Weapons like to Lightning,came and went: 
 Our fonldiers like the Night-Owleslazie flight, 
 Orlike alazie Threfher witha Flaile, 
 
 Fell gently downe,agif they ftrucketheir Friends, 
 I cheer’d themup with juftice of our Caufe, 
 
 With promife of high pay,and great Reward: 
 Butallin vainesthey had no heart ¢0 fight, 
 
 And we(in them)no hope to wiifthe day, 
 
 So that we fled:the King unto the Queene, b 
 Lord George, your Brother, Norfolke,and my Sélfe,’ 
 
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 In hatte, poft hafte,are come to joyne with you: 
 
 For in the Marches heere weheard you were, 
 
 Making another Head, to fight againe. 
 Ed, Whereis the Duke of Norfolke,gentle Warwick? 
 
 And when came George from Burgandy to England? 
 V¥ar Some fix miles off the Dakeis with the Sdldiers; | 
 
 And for your Brother he was latelyfent 
 
 From your kinde Aint Datcheffe of Burgundy, 
 
 With ayde of Soaldiersto thisneedfull Warre. 
 ich. "Twas oddes belike, when valiant Warwick fled; 
 
 Oft have I heard his praifes in Purfuite, 
 
 But n’ere till now, his Scandall of Retire. 
 
 VV ar. Nox now my Scandal Richard,doft- thou heare: 
 For thou fhait know this {trong right hand of mine, 
 Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head, 
 
 And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fift, 
 
 Were heas famous,and as bold in Warre, 
 
 As heis fam’d for Mildneffe, Peace,and Prayer, 
 Rich, I know it well Lord Warwick,blame me not, 
 
 Tis love I bearethy glories makes me fpeake- 
 
 But inthis troublous time,what’s tobe done? 
 
 Shall wee go throw away our Coates of Steele, 
 
 And wrap our bedies in blacke mourning Gownes, 
 
 Numb’ring our Ave-Maries with our Beads? 
 
 Or thall we on the Helmets ofour Foes 
 
 Tell our Devotion with revengefull Armes? 
 
 If for the laft, fay I,and to it Lords. 
 
 War. Why therefore Warwick came to feek you ont, 
 And therefore comes my Brother CMountagues 
 Attend me Lords,the proud intulting Queenes 
 With Céfford, and the haught Northumberland, 
 And of their Feather,many moe proud Birds, 
 Have wrought the eafie-melting King,like Waxs 
 He {wore confent to your Suéceffion ) 
 His Oath enrolled in the Parliament. . 
 And now to Londonall the crew are gone; 
 
 To fruftrate both his Oath,and what befide 
 
 May make againft the houfe of Lancafter. j 
 
 Their power(I thinke)is thirty thoufand ftrong: 
 
 Now. if the helpe of Norfolke,and my felfe, 
 
 With all the Friends that thou brave Earle of March, 
 
 Among’ft the loving Welfhmen can’ft procure, 
 
 Will butamount to five and twenty thoufand, 
 
 Why Via,to London wiil we march, 
 
 And once againe,beftride our foaming Steeds, 
 
 And once againe cty Charge upon our Foes; 
 
 But never once againe turne backe and flye. 
 Rich. 1, aow me thinks I heare great Warwick {peak; 
 
 Ne’re may he live to feea Sun-thine day, 
 
 That cries Retire,if Warwicke bid him ftay. 
 Ea. Lord Warwick,on thy fhoulder will I leane, 
 
 And when thou failft(as God forbid the houre) 
 
 Mutt Edward fall, which perill heaven forefend. >. 
 
 War.No longer Earle of March,but Duke of Yorke: 
 
 The next degree,is Englands Royall Throne: 
 
 For King of England thalt thou be proclaim’d 
 
 -Inevery Burrough as we paffe along, 
 
 ‘ And he that throwes not up his¢ap for joy, 
 
 Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head. 
 
 King Edward,valiant Richard Aountagne: 
 
 Stay weno longer,dreaming of Renowne, . 
 
 But found the Trumpets,and about our Taske. 
 
 Bich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele, 
 
 As thou haft fhewne it flinty by thydeeds, 
 
 Icometo pierce it,or to give thee mine. iF 
 
 Edw. Then ftrike up Drums,God and $. George for us. 
 Bere: Seems War. 
 
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The third Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 War. How now? what newes? 
 (Me/. The Duke of Norfolke fends you word by me, 
 The Queene iscomming with a puiffant Hoatt, 
 Aad cravesyonr company tor {pec dycounfell, 
 War. Why thenit forts,brave Warriors,let's aways 
 Excunt omness 
 
 Enter the King,tho Queene, (liford , Northumberland and 
 Yong Prince , with Drumme and 
 Frumpttess 
 
 2ueWelcome my Lord, to this brave town of York, 
 Yondersthe head ofthat Arch-enemy, 
 That fought to be incompatt with your Crowne. 
 Doth nor the object cheere your heart,my Lord. 
 K.1,as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack, 
 To feethis fight, it irkes my very foule: 
 With-hold revenge(deere God) tis not my fault, 
 Ner wittingly have linfring’d my Vow. 
 Cif. My gracious Liege,this too much lenity 
 And harmful pitty mutt be layd afides 
 To whom do Lyons caft their gentle Lookes? 
 Not tothe Beaft,that would ofurpe their Den. 
 Whole hand is that the Forreft Beare doth licke? 
 Not his that fpoilesher yong before her face. 
 Who {capes the lurking Serpents mortall fting? 
 1 Nox he:that fets his foot upon her backe. 
 The fmalleft Worme will turne,being troden on, 
 | And Doves will pecke in fafegard of their Brood. 
 Ambitious Yorke,did levellatthy Crowne, 
 Thou {milling , while he knit hisangry browes. 
 He bura Duke,would have his Sonne a King, 
 And raife his ifluc like a loving Sire, 
 Thon Beinga King,bleft witha goodly fonne, 
 Did'ft yeeld confent to difinherit him: 
 Which argued thee a moft unloving Father. 
 Vnreafonable Creatures feed their young, 
 And though mans face be fearefull totheir eyes, 
 Yet in protection of their tender ones, 
 Who hath not feene them even withthofe wings, 
 Which fometiire they have us’d with fearful flight, 
 { Make warre with him that climb’d unto their neft, 
 Offering their ownelivesin their yongs defence? 
 For fhame,my Liege,make them your Prefidents 
 | Wereit not pitty that this goodly Boy 
 Should loofe hisBirth-right by his Fathers fault, 
 And Iorig heereafter fay unto his childe, 
 What my great Grandfather,and Grand fire got, 
 My carelefle Father fondly gave away. 
 Ab,whata fhame were this?Looke on the Boy, 
 ‘And let his manly face, which promifeth 
 Succeffefull Fortune fteele thy melting heart, 5 
 To hold thine owne,and leave thine owne with him: 
 King. Full well hath Céfford plaid the Orator, 
 Inferring arguments of mighty force: 
 But (lifford tell me.did’ft thou never heare, 
 That things ill got,had ever bad fuccefle. 
 And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne; 
 Whofe Father for his hoording went to hell: 
 Tle leave my Sonne my Vertuonus deeds behinde, 
 ‘And would my Father had left me nomores 
 For allthe reft is held atfucha Rate, 
 As brings a, thoufand fold more care to keepe, 
 _ Then in poffeffion any jot of pleafure. co 
 | Ah Cofin Yorke,would thy beft Friends did know Pe 
 
 How it doth greeve methat thy head is heere- pile 
 
 OneMy Lord cheere up your fpirits,our foesare nye, é 9 
 
 Andthis {oft courage makes your Followers faints 
 You promift Knighthood to our forward fonne, 
 Vofheath your {word sand dub him prefently. 
 Edward, kneele downe- 
 King. Edward Plantagenet arife a Knight, 
 And learne this Leffon,Draw thy Sword in right. 
 Prin. My gracious Father,by your Kingly leave, 
 
 Ie draw it as Apparant to the Crowne, Pee | 
 
 Andin that quarrell,ufe it to the death. 
 
 Clif. Why thatis {poken like atoward Princes ae 
 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 Mef. Royall Commanders, be in readineffe, 
 For with 4 Band of thirty choufand men, : 
 Comes Warwicke backing of the Dukeof Yorke, 
 And inthe Townes asthey domarch along, 
 Proclaimes him King,and many flye to him, 
 Darraigne your battell, they are at hand. 
 Cuf. I would your Highneffe would depart the field, 
 The Queene hath beft fuccefle when you are abfent. 
 2. Lgood my Lord,and leave us to our Fortune. 
 King. Why,that’s my fortune too,therefore Me ftays 
 North. Be it with refolution then to fight. 
 
 Prin. My Royall Father,cheere thefe Noble Lords, uf, q 
 
 And hearten thofethat fight in your defence: 
 
 Vasheath your Sword,good Father:Cry S. Georges i ; 4 
 Martek. Enter Edward Warwicke, Richard, Clareme, | ; 
 
 Norfolke, Monntague,and Soldiers. 
 
 Ed. Now perjur’d Henry,wilt thou kneel for grace? i 
 
 And fet thy Diadem upon my head? 
 
 Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field. 
 
 Q#.Go rate thy Minions, prond infulting Boy, 
 Becomes it thee to be‘thus bold in termes, : 
 Before thy Soveraigne,and thy lawfull King? 
 
 Ed. 1 am his King,and he fhould bow his knees 
 I was adopted Heire by his confent- 
 
 Since when,his Oath is broke:foras I heare, 
 
 You thatare King,thongh he do weare the Crowne, 
 
 Have caus‘d him by new Act of Parliament, ‘ 
 
 To blot out me,and put his owne Sonne in. 
 
 (iif. And reafon too, 
 
 Who fhould fucceede the Father, but the Sonne? 
 Rich. Ave you there Burcher?O,1 cannot fpeakes 
 Céf. 1 Crooke-back,here I ftand to anfwer thee, 
 
 Or any he,the proudeft of thy fort. 
 
 Rich.’ Twas youthat kill’'d yong Rutland,was itnot? i | 
 
 Cif. Land old Yorke,and yetnot fatisfied. 
 
 Rich. For Gods fake Lords give fignall to the fight. — : : 
 
 (youfpeake?] 
 Quee. Why how now long-tongu’d Warwick , dare) 4 
 
 War. What fay’ft thou Henry, 
 Wiltthou yeeld the Crowne? 
 
 When youand I,met at S.e4/bonslatt, 
 
 your legges did better fervice then your hands. 
 war. Vhen’twas my turne to fly,and now *tisthine: 
 Clif, You {aid fo much before, and yet you fled. 
 
 War. Twas not your valor Clifford drove me thences ‘ . | 
 Nor.No,nor your manhood that durft make you #4y ime | 
 
 Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently, 
 Breake off the parley, for {carfe I can refraine 
 The execution of my bi$-fwoine heart 
 Vpon that Céfford,that cruell Child-killer«. . 
 
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 Rich, V like a Daftard,and a treacherous Coward, 
 Asthou didd’ft kill our tender Brother Ratland; 
 But ere Sunfet, Ile make thee curfe the deed. ; 
 King. Have done with words(my Lords)and heare 
 me fpeake. o 
 - 2. Defiethem thenjor els hold clofe thy lips. 
 King. I prythee give no limits tomy Tongue, - 
 I ama King,and priviledg’d to fpeake. 
 C&f.My Liege,the wound that bred this meeting heere, 
 Cannot be cur’d by Words,therefore be ftill. 
 Rich. Then Executioner vnfheath thy {word: 
 . By himthat made us all, 1 am refolv’d, 
 | That Césffords Manhood,lyes upon his tongue. 
 Ed. Say Henry, thalll have my right,or no: 
 A thoufand. men have broke their Faftsto day; 
 | That ne’re (hall dine,unleffe thou yeeld the Crownce 
 War. \fchou deny,their Blood uponthy head. 
 For Yorke in juftice put s:his Armour on. 
 Pr. Ed. If that be right; which Warwick faies is right, 
 There isno.wrong,but every thing is right. 
 _ War. WW ho ever got thee,there thy Mother ftands, 
 For well I wot,thou haft thy Mothers tongue. 
 Qu. But thou art neither like thy Sire nor Damme, 
 But like a foule mifhapen Stygmaticke, 
 Mark’d by the Deitinies to be avoided, 
 As venome Toades, or Lizards dreadfull flings. 
 Rich. Iron of Naples,bid with Englifh gilt, 
 Whofe Father beares the Title ofa King, 
 (As ifa Channell fhould be cali’d she Sea) . 
 Sham’ ft thou not,knowing whenc¢ethou art extraught, 
 To let thy tongue detect thy bafe-borne heart. 
 Ed. A wilpe of ftraw were worthathoufand Crowns, 
 Tomake this fhameleffe Caller know her felfe: 
 Helen.of Greece was fairer farrethen thou, 
 
 And ne’te was Agamemions Brother wrong'd 
 By that falfe Woman,as this King by thee. 
 His Father revel’ dinthe heart of France, 
 And tam’d the King,and made the Dolphin {toope: 
 And had he match’d according to his State, 
 He might have kept that glory to this day. 
 Bat when he tooke abegger tohisbed, «.. 
 And grac’d thy poore Sire with his Bridall day, |. . 
 Even then that Sun-f{hine brew’d a fhowre for him; 
 That watht his Fathers fortunes forth of France, 
 '| And heap’d {edition on his Crowne at home: 
 For what hath broach’d this tumult burthy Pride? 
 Had’ft thon bene meeke,our Title (till had Mept, 
 And we in pitty of the Gentle King, , 
 Had flipt our Claime,untill another Age. 2 
 Cla. But when we faw,our Sunfhine madeé thy Spring; 
 | And that thy Summer bred us no increafe, 
 We fecthe Axe tothy ufurping Roote: 
 And though the edge hath fomething hit our 
 Yet know thou, fince we have begun to ftrike, 
 Wee’! never leave,till we have hewne thee downe,’ 
 Or bath’d thy growing, with our heated bloods. 
 Ed. And inthis refolution,I defie thee, 
 Not willing any longer Conference, 
 Since thou denied ’ft the gentle Kingto f{peake. 
 Sound Trumpets,let our bloody Colours wave; 
 And either Victory,or elfe a Grave. 
 Qu Stay Edward. rab 
 £4,No wrangling Woman,wee'l no longer flay, 
 Thefe words wili coft ten thoufand lives this day. 
 : Exeunt omnes. 
 
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 Alarum.Excnporis Enter Warwicke. 
 
 War. Fores{pent with Toile, as Runners witha Race,. 
 I lay me downe alittle while to breath: 
 For ftrokes receiv’d,and many blowes repaid, 
 Have robb’d my ftrong knit finewes of their ftrength, 
 And fpight of {pight; needs muft I reft a-while. 
 
 (En Emer Edward running. 
 
 Ed. Smile gentle heaven, or {trike ungentle death, 
 For this world frownes,and Edwards Sunne is clowded. 
 
 War. How now my Lord , what happe? what hope of 
 good? 
 
 Enter Clarenc#: ’ 
 
 C/a.Out hap is loffe,our hope but fad defpaire; 
 Our rankes are broke,and ruine followesus. 
 What counfaile give you?whither fhall we flye? 
 
 Ed. Bootleffe is flight,they followus with Wings, 
 And weake we are,and cannot fhun purfuite. 
 
 Enter Richard, la 
 Rich. Ah Warwicke,why haft ¥ withdrawn thy felfe? 
 Thy Brothers blood the thirfty earth hathdrunk, 
 Broach’d with the Steely point of (4ffords Launce: 
 And in the very pangs of death,hecryde, 
 Like toa difmall Clangor heard from farre, 
 Warwickesrevenge;Brother revenge my death. 
 So underneath the belly of their Steeds, 
 That ftain’d their Fetlockes in his fmoaking blood, 
 The Noble Gentleman gave up the ghoft. 
 War. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood: 
 Tle kill my Horfe becaufe I will not Ayé: 
 Why ftand welike foft-hearted women heeres. 
 Wayling our lofies,whiles the Boe doth Rage, 
 Andlooke upon,asif the Tragedy 
 Were plaid in jeft,oy counterfetting Actors: 
 Heere on my knee, | vowto God above, 
 Ilenever Pawfeagaine,never ftand till, 
 Till either death hath clos’d thefe eyes of mine, 
 Or Fortune given me meafure of Revenge. 
 Ea, Oh Warwicke,I do bend my knee with thine, 
 And in this vow do chaine my foule tothine. » - 
 And ere my knee rife from the Earths cold face, 
 I throw my hands,mine-eyes, my heart to thee, 
 Thou fetter up,and pluckerdowne of Kings, 
 Befeeching thee(if with thy will it ftands) 
 That to. my Foesthis body mutt be prey, 
 Yet thatthy brazen gates of heaven may ope, 
 And give {weet paflage to my finfull foule. 
 Now Lords, take leave untill we meete againe, 
 Where ere it be,in heaven,or in earth, 
 Rich. Brother, 3): - 2h as 
 Give me thy hand,and gentle Warwicke, 
 Let me embrace thee in my wearry armes: 
 I that did never weepé,now inelt with wo, 
 That Winter fhould cut off our Spring-time fo. 
 War. Away,away:-- ' 
 Once more {weet Lords farewell. ° 
 
 (la. Yet let us altogether to our Troopes, 
 And give them leave to flye,that will not ftay: 
 And call them Pillars that will fand tous: 
 And if wethrive,promife them fuch rewards 
 As Victors weare at the Olympian Games. 
 This may plant courage in their quailing breafts, 
 For yet is hope of Life and Victory: bea 
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 Foreflow no longer,make we hence amaine. 
 
 Excarfiens:  EnterRichard and (lifford. 
 Rich. Now Clifford,I have fingled thee alone, 
 Suppofe this arme is for the Duke of Yorke, 
 And this for Rutland,both bound to revenge, 
 Wert thon inviron’d witha Brazen wall. 
 Clif. Now Richard, am with thee heere alone; 
 This isthe hand thar ftabb’d thy Father Yorke, 
 And this the hand,that flew thy Brother Rutland, 
 And here’s the heart,that triumphs in their death, 
 And cheeres thefe hands,that flew thy Sire and Brother, 
 To execute the like upon thy felfe, 
 And fo have atthee. 
 T hey Faght,Warwicke comes,Clifford fiyes. 
 Rich,Nay Watwicke,fingle out fome other Chace, 
 For I my felfe will hunt this Wolfetodeath. — Exennt, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 eAlarum, — Enter King Henry alone. 
 Hen. Thisbatvell fares like to the mornings W artes 
 
 When dying clouds contend, with growing light, 
 W hat time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes, 
 Can neither callit perfect day nor night. 
 Now fwayes it this way,likea Mighty Sea, 
 Fore'd by the Tide,to combat with the W inde: 
 Now fwayes it that way,like the felte-fame Sea, 
 Forc’d to retyre by fury of the Winde. 
 Sometime,the Flood prevailes;and then the Windes 
 Now,one the better:then,another befts 
 Both tugging to be Victors,breft to brefi: 
 
 Yet neither Conqueror, nor Conquered. 
 So is the equall poife of this fell Warre. 
 Heere on this Moie-hill will | fit medowne, 
 To whom God will,there be the victory: 
 For Margaret my Queene,and Ciifford too 
 Havechid me from the Battell:Swearing both, 
 They profper beft of all when Iam thence. 
 Would I were dead if Gods good will were fo; 
 For whatisinthis world,but Greefe and Woe. 
 Oh Godime thinkes it werea happy life, 
 To be no better then a homely Swaine, 
 To fit upon a hill,as I doe now, 
 To carve out Dialls queintly,point by point, 
 Thereby to fee the Minutes how they runne: 
 How many makes the Houre full compleate, 
 How many Houres bring about the Day, 
 
 -How many Dayeswill finith up the Yeare, 
 How many Yeares,a Mortall oan may live. 
 When this is known:,then to divide the Times: 
 So many Houres,mutt I tend my Flocke; 
 So many Houres,muft 1 take my Rett: 
 So many Houres, muft I Contemplate: 
 So many Houres,muft I Sport my felfe: 
 Somany Dayes,my Ewes have bene with yong: 
 So many weekes,erethe poore Fooles will Eane: 
 So many yeares,ere I fhall fheere the Fleece: 
 So Minutes, Houres, Dayes, Monthes,and Y cares, 
 Patt over tothe end they were created, 
 Would bring white haires,unto a Quict grave. 
 Ah! what alife werethistHow {weet? how lovely?: . 
 Givesnot the Hawthorne buth a {weeter fhade 
 
 _ To Shepheards, looking on their filly Sheepe, 
 Then doth arich Imbroider’d Canopy 
 To Kings, that feare their Subjects treachery? 
 Ohyes, it doth;a thoufand fold it doth. . 
 Andto conclude,the Shepherds hemely Curds, . » 
 
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 The third Part of K ing Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Hiscold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle, 
 His wonted fleepe,under a frefh trees fhade, f 
 All which fecure,and {weetly he enjoyes, 
 
 Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates: 
 
 His Viands {parkling ina Golden Cup, 
 
 His body couched ina curious bed, S 
 When Care,Miftruft,and Treafon waits on him, 
 
 Alaris, 
 another doore. 
 
 Son, Ill blowes the winde that profits no body, 
 This man whom hand to hand i flewin fight, 
 May be poffeffed with fome ftore of Crownes, | 
 And that (baply)take them from him now, 
 May yet(ere hight )yeeld bothmy lifeand them 
 To fome man elfe,as this dead man doth me. 
 Whe's this?Oh God/It is my Fathers face, 
 Whom in this Conflia, I(unwares )have kill’'ds 
 Oh heavy times|begerting fuch Events. 
 From London,by the King was I preft forth, : 
 My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man, 
 Came onthe partof Yorke;preft by his Maifter: 
 And I,who at his hands receiv’d my life, 
 Have by my hands,of Life bereaved him. 
 Pardon me God,] knew not what I did: ° 
 And pardon Father,for I knew not thee. : 
 My Teares fhail wipe away thefe bloody markes: 
 And no morewords,tilthey have flow’d their fill. 
 
 King. O pitteous {pectacle!O bloody Times! 
 Whiles Lyons warre,and battaile for their Dennes, 
 Poore harmleffe Lambes abide their enmity. a 
 Weepe wretched man:lleayde thee Teare for Teare, 
 And let our hearts and eyes, like Civill Warre, 
 
 Be blinde with teares, and break ore-charg’d with griefe 4h 
 
 Enter Father bearing of bis Sonne. 
 
 _ Fa. Thou thatfo ftoutly hath refifted me, 
 Give,me thy Gold;if thou haft any Gold: 
 
 For I have bought it with an hundred blowes. 
 But let me fee:Isthis our Foe-manis face? 
 Ahb,no,no,no,it is mine onely Sonne. 
 
 Ah Boy, if any life be left inthee, 
 
 Throw up thine eye:fee,fee, what fhowres arife, 
 Blowne with the windie Tempelt of my heart, 
 
 Vpon thy wounds,that killes mine Eye,and Hearts} 
 
 O pitty God, this miferable Age! 
 
 What Stragems? how fell?how Butcherly? 
 Erroneous, mutinous,and vnnaturall, 
 
 This deadly quarrel! daily doth beget? « 
 
 O Boy!thy Father gave thee life too foone, 
 And hath bereft thee of thy lif too late. 
 
 Ks. Woe above woe:griefe,more then common grecfes 
 O that my death wou'd ftay thefe rathfull deeds: 
 O pitty, pitty,gentle heaven pitty: 
 
 The Red Rofeand the White are on his face, 
 The Fatali Colours of our f{triviog Houfes: 
 
 The one, his purple Blood right well refembles, © | 
 
 The other his pale Cheekes(me thinkes)prefenteths 
 Wither one Rofe,and let the other flourith: i 
 If you cobtend,athoufand lives muftwither. © 
 Son. How will my Mother, for a Fathersdeath 
 Take on with sea: nere be fatisfi'd? sen 
 Fa. How will my Wife,for flanghter ofmy Sonne, 
 Shed {eas of Teares,andne’rebe fatisfi'de 
 King. How willthe Country,for thefe eofull chances, | 
 
 fine 
 Enter a Sonne that hath kill dhis Father, at) 
 one doore:and a Father that hath killdhis Sonne at | 
 
 Se ee ne oe Cee ee ae 
 
 5 Set ne 
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Son. Was ever fonne,fo rew'd a Fathers death? 
 Fath. Wasevet Father fo bemoan’d his Sonne? 
 Hen. Wasever King fogreev'd for Subjects woe? 
 Muchis your forrow;Mine,tentimes fo much. 
 Son, Ile beare thee hence, where may weepe my fill, 
 Fath. Thefearmes of mine fhall bethy winding theet: 
 My heart({fweet Boy )thall be thy Sepulcher, 
 For from my heart, thine image ne’re {hall go. 
 My fighing breft, thall. be thy EFunerall bell; 
 | And fo obfequious will thy Fatherbe, 
 Men for the loffe of thee,having no more, 
 As Priam was forall his Valiant Sonnes, 
 Ile beare thee hence,and let them fightthat will, 
 For Ihave murthered where 1 fhould not kill. Exit, 
 Hen. Sad -hearted-men,much overgone with Care; 
 | Heere fits a King, more wofull then you are. 
 
 eAlarnms, Excurfiont. Enter the Queengthe 
 Prince and Exeter. 
 
 Prin. Fly Father, fly e:for all your Friendsare fled. 
 And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull: 
 Away;for death doth hold us in purfuite. 
 - Que.Mount you my Lord,towards Barwicke poft a- 
 * maine: 
 Edward and Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds, 
 Having the fearfull flying Hare in fight, 
 With fiery eyes,fparkling for very wrath, 
 And bloody fteele grafpe 1n their yrefull hands 
 Are at our backes,and therefore hence amaine. 
 | _ Exet. Away:for vengeance comes along with them. 
 Nay, {tay not to expoftulate,make {peed, 
 Or elfe come after, ile away: before. 
 Hen, Nay take me with thee,good fweet Exeter: 
 Not that I feare to {tay,but love to goe pA: 
 Whither the Queene intends. Forward,away. Exewnt. 
 
 Alowd alarum. Enter Clifford Wounded. . 
 
 C4f. Heere burnes my Candle outs], heerc it dies; 
 Which whiles it latted,gave King Henry light. 
 O Lancafter! I fearethy overthrow, 
 Morethen my Bodiesparting with my Sonle: 
 My Love and Feare, glew’d many Friends to thee; 
 And now I fall. Thy tough Commixtures melt, 
 Impairing Henry, ftrength‘ning mifprond Yorke; 
 And whither flye the Gaats,but to the Sunne? 
 And who fhines now,but Henries Enemies? 
 _O Pheebusthad’ ft thou never given confent, 
 That Phaston fhould checke thy fiery Steds, 
 | Thy burning Carrenever had {corch’dtheearth, 
 __ | And Henry,had’ftthou fway'd as Kings fhould do, 
 ) | Oras thy Father,and his Father did,» 
 
 ; _ { Givingno ground untothehonfe of Yorke, — 
 
 They never then had {prung like Sommer Flyes: 
 
 Land ten choufand in this luckleffe Realme, 
 
 Had leftno mourning. Widdowes for our death, 
 
 And thou this day,had’ft keptthy Chairein peace. 
 
 For what doth cherrith Weeds, but gentle ayre? 
 
 ; d what makes Robbers bold, but too much lenjty? 
 | Bootlefeare Plaints and Cureleffe are my Wounds? 
 No Way to flye,nor ftrength to hold out flight: 
 
 The Foe is mercileffe,and will not pitty: 
 
 ) | Forattheir handsI have deferv’dno pitty. 
 
 _ | The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds, 
 
 The third Part of K ing Henry the Sixth, 
 
 9 a Mif-thinke the King,and not be {atisfied? 
 
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 And much effufe of bloodsdoth make me faint: 
 
 Come Yorke,and Richard Warwicke, and the reft, 
 
 I ftab’d your Fathers bofomes;Split my breft. ‘ 
 
 Alarum & Retreat, Enter Edward Warwicke, Richard,and 
 Soutdsers, Montague, Clarence. 
 
 Ed.Now breathe we Lords ,eood fortune bids ns paufe, 
 And fmooth the frownes of War, with peacefull lookes: 
 Some Troopes purfie the bloody-minded Queene, 
 
 That led calme Henry xhough he werea King; 
 As dotha Saile,fill’d with a fretting Guft 
 Command an Argofieto ftemmethe’Waves: 
 But thinke you(Lords)rhat Clifford fled with them?.- 
 War. No,’tis impoffible he fhould efcape: 
 (For though befure his face I {peake'the word) 
 Your Brother Richard markt him for the Grave- 
 ' And wherefoere he is,hee’sfi urely dead. Cifford grones 
 Rich. Whofe foule is that which takes hir heavy leave? 
 A deadly grone,like life and deaths departing. 
 See who itis. : 
 Ed.And now the Battaile’s ended, 
 If Friend or Foe,let him be gently ufed. 
 Rich, Rev oke that doome of metcy,for tis Clifford, 
 Who not contented that he topp’d the Branch ©” 
 In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, 
 But {et his murth’ring knife unto the Roote, 
 From whence thattender {pray did fweetly f pring, 
 I meane our Princely Father,Duke of Yorke. 
 Ware From off the gates of Yorke, fetch down § head, 
 Your Fathers head;which Céfford placed there: 
 In ftead whereof, let this fupply the roome, 
 Meéafure for mea{uremuft be anfwered. 
 Ed.Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle te our houfe, 
 That nothing fing but death ,to.usand ours: 
 Now death fhall flop his difmal] threatning found, 
 And his ill-Doading tongue, no, more fhall ipeake. 
 War. I thinke his underftanding is bereft: 
 Speake Céifford,doftthou know who {peakes to thee? 
 Darke cloudy death ore-fhades his beames of life, 
 And ke nor f¢s;nor hearesus,what we fay. 
 Rich. O would he did and {0(perhaps )hedoth, 
 
 1 ‘Tis but his policy to counterfer, 
 
 Becaufe he would avoid fuch bitrer taunts 
 Which inthe time of death he gave our Father. 
 Clix. Iff{o thon think’, 
 Vex him with eager Words. 
 Rich. ota mercy,and obtaine no grace. 
 Ed, Cifford,repent in boorleflé penitence. 
 V¥ ar. Clifford, devife excufes for thy faults. 
 Cla.While we devife fell Torturesfor thy faults 
 Rich. Thoudidd’tt love Yorke,and Lam fonto Yorke. 
 Edw. Thou pittied'{t Rutland, I will pitcy thee. 
 Cla. W here’s Captaine Margaret, to fence you now? 
 VVar. They mocke thee (Lfford, 
 Sweareas thou was’t wont. 
 Ric: W hat,not an Oatht Nay thenthe world go’s hard, | 
 When (%ffordcannot {pare his Friends an oath: 
 I know by that he’s dead,and by my Soule. 
 Ifthis right hand would buy but two howres life, 
 That I(iaall defpight)might rayleat him, 
 This hand fhould chop it off:& with the ifluing Blood 
 Stifle the V illaine,whofe uaftanched thirft 
 Yorke,and yong: Rutland could not fatisfie. 
 VVar. 1, but he'sdead. Off with the Traitors head, 
 And reare it in.the place your Fathers ftand, 
 And now to London with Triumphant martch, =. }> 
 
There to be crowned Englands Royall-King: 
 From whence.fhall’Warwicke cut the Sea to France; 
 Andaske the Lady Bossstor thy Queene: 
 So fhalt thon finow both thefe Lands together, 
 And having France thy Friend,thou fhalt not dread 
 The {cattred Foe,that hopes to rife agine: 
 For though they cannot greatly {ting to hurt, 
 Yet looke to have them buz to offend thine eares. 
 Firft,will 1 fee the Coronation, 
 And then to Brittany Tle croffe the Sea, 
 To effect this marriage, fo it pleafe my Lord. 
 Ed. Even as thou wilt fweet Warwicke,let itbe: 
 For ontby fhoulder dot builde my Seate; 
 And never will I undertake the thing 
 Wherein thy counfaile and confent is wanting: 
 Richard, Twill create thee Duke of Gloucefter, 
 Atid George of Clarence; arwickeas our Sclte, 
 Shall dojand undo as him pleafeth beft. 
 Rich.Let mebe Duke of Clarence, George of Glofter, 
 For Glofters Dukedome is too ominous- 
 War. Tut,that’s a foolith obfervation: 
 Riehard,be Duke of Glofter:Now to London, 
 To fee thele Honors in pofleffion- Exeunt. 
 Enter Sinklo ana Hamfrey with (roffe-bowes 
 in their hands, 
 (our felves: 
 
 For through this Laund anon the Deere will come, 
 And in thiscovert will. we make our Stand, 
 Culling the principal of allthe Deere. © 
 
 Hum. Ve ftay above the hill,fo boch miay fhoot, 
 
 Sink; That cannot be,the noife of thy Crofle-bow 
 Will {carve the Heard,and fo my fhootis loft: 
 
 Heere Rand we both,and ayme weat thebeft: 
 And for the time hall not{eeme tedious, 
 Ile tell thee. what befell me ona day , 
 In this felfe-place, where now we meanc to ftand« 
 Smk.Heere comes a man,let’s ftay till he be palts 
 Enter the King with a Prayer booke. 
 
 Hen. From Scotiandam I ftolne even of pure love, 
 To greet mine owne Land with my wifhfull fight: 
 No Harry, Harry, 'tisno Land of thins, 
 
 Thy place is fill’d thy Scepter wrung from thee, 
 Thy Balme wafht off, wherewith thou was Annoiated: 
 No bending knee will call thee (¢/ar now, 
 | No humble futers preafe'to {peake for right: 
 No, nota man comes fer redrefle of thee: 
 For how can I helpe them,and not my felfe? 
 
 Sin. I, heere’s\a Deere, whofe skin’s a Keepers Fee: 
 This is the quondam King ;Let’sfeize upon him. 
 
 Hen. Let me embrace the fowre Adverfaries, 
 
 For Wife men fay, it isthe wifeft courfe. 
 
 Hum. Why linger we? Let us tay bands upon him. 
 Sink.Forbeare a-while,wee'l heare alittle more. 
 Hen. My Queenie and Son are gone to France for aid: 
 
 And(as Lheare)the great Commanding Warwicke 
 Isthither gore,tocrave the French Kings Sifter. 
 
 To wife for Edward, lf this newes be true, 
 
 Poore Queene,and Sonne,your labour is but loft; 
 
 For Warwicke is a fubtle Orators 
 
 ‘And Lewis a Prince foone wonne with moving words: 
 By this account then, Margaret may winne him, 
 
 For fhe’s a wooian.to be pitttied much: 
 
 Her fighes will make a batt’ry in hisoreft, 
 
 Her teares will pierce intoa Marble hearts 
 
 | 458 Phe -abird Part of King Hemy the Sixth. 
 
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 And Nero will be tainted with remorfey ? 0997 4 
 To heare and fee her plaints,her Brinifh Teares. © Se 
 I, but fhee’s come to begge, Warwicke togive: © 
 Shee on his left fide,craving ayde for Hem; 1° 
 Heon his rightyasking a wife for Edwards 232) Not 
 Shee Weepes,and fayes, her Heary isdepos'd: |) - 
 
 Sink. Vinnder this thicke growne brake,wee'l fhrowd 
 
 : King Edward. 
 
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 ibe milde,whiles fhiedoth mournes | 
 
 Likbe 
 
 He Smiles, and fayes,his Edmardis inflaul ds?) ‘i 
 That fhe (poore Wretch) for greefe can {peake no more: | 
 Whiles Warwicke tels his Title,fmooths the Wrong," | 
 Inferreth arguments of mighty ftrength, 
 And in conclufion winnes the King from her3:!i 101 99) 
 With promife of his Sifter, and what elfe,.../ wel ei 
 To ftrengthen and fup port King Edwards place: sired ak 
 O CMargaret,thus’twillbe,and thou( poore foule) ie | 
 Artthen forfakenjas thou went'frforlorne.> 4 wi ee 
 Hum. Say,whatast thou talk’{t of Kings 8 ‘Queens?! ee 
 King. More then I feeme,and leffe then 1 was bom tos ‘e 
 A manatleaft,for leffe I fhould not be: ay a 
 And men may talke-of Kings,and'why notl? 
 Hum.1,but thou talk’ft,as if thon werta Kin 
 King. Why fo I am (in Miade)and that’s enough. 
 Bum. But if thou be a King where isthy Crowne? 
 King. My Crowneisin my heart,not on my heads. 
 Notdeckd with Diamonds, and indian ftones?! v2 
 
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 You are the king,King Edward hath depos’ds: 0% © 
 And we his{ubje@s,{worne inall Allegeance, 
 Willapprehend you,as his Enemy- ee) 
 King. But did you never {weave,and breakean Oath. | 
 Bam. No, never fich an Oath.nor will nornow: y 
 King. W here did you dwell when I was K.of England? } 
 Hum Heere in this Countrey,where wenow remailiee | 
 King. was annointed King at nine monthes old, : a 
 My Fathér,and my Grandfather were Kings* a 
 And you were fworne true Subjects unto me: 
 And tell me then, have you not broke your Oathes? 
 Si.No, for we were Subjects,but while you were king. 
 
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 King, Why? Am I dead/Do I not breath a Man?) 
 Ah {imple men,you know not what you fweares 15 21g 
 Looke,as I blow this Feather ffom my Face, ‘ 
 And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe, LW 
 Obeying with my winde when Ido blow, 
 
 And yeelding to another, when it blowes, 
 
 Such is the lightneffe of you,commonmenes: | 
 But do not breake your Oathe,for of that finnes Cig 
 My’ milde intreaty fhall not makeyou guilty: . a ee 
 Go where you will,the King (hall be commandedy "| 
 And be youkings,command;and Ie obey. om 
 
 Sink, We aretrieSubjects tothe King; 
 
 King. So would yoube againeto Henry, 
 If he were feated as King Edward is. pie 
 
 Sink. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings 
 To go with us unto the Oificers. obi 
 
 King. InGods namelead,your Kings name be obey’ 
 And what God will,that let your King performe, _ 
 And what he will,I humbly yeeld unto. Ex 
 
 Enter K.. Edward,Glofter,Clarence,Lad Grays : 
 King. Brother of Glofier,at , Albons field iy 
 
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This Ladyes Husband,Sir Richard Grey,was flaine, 
 His Land thén{eiz’d on by the Conqueror, 
 Her fuit is now,to repofleffc thofe Lands, 
 
 | Which wee in Iuftice cannot well deny, 
 
 | | Becaufe in Quarrell of the Houfe of Yorkes 
 
 fl The worthy Gentleman didlofe his Life. 
 
 " Rich. Your Highnefle {hall doe well to graunt her {uit: 
 
 i | Itweredithonor todeny.it her. 
 
 th aes: It werenoleffe,but yet Ile makea pawfe. 
 
 I Rich. Yea ys it fo: 
 
 _ | I fee the Lady hath a thing to graunt, 
 
 | Before the King will graunt her humble fuit. ; 
 | (7a. Hee knowes the Game,how true hee keepes the 
 
 | winde? 
 
 i Rich. Silence. aides s 
 
 4 King. Widow, we will confider.of your fuit, 
 
 it And come fome other time to know our minde, 
 
 LM Wid. Right gracious Lord,t cannot brooke delay; 
 
 May it pleafe your Highnefle to refolve me now, 
 And what your pleafure is.fhall {atisfie me. 
 } Rich.I Widow?then lle warrant you all your Lands, 
 | | And if what pleafes him, fall pleafe you: 
 | Fight.clofer,or good faith you'le catch a Blow: 
 Cla, I feare her nor, unleffe fhe chance to fall. 
 Rich. God forbid that, for hee’le take vantages. 
 King. How many Children haftthou ; Widow ? tell 
 me ‘ , 
 Cla. I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her. 
 Rich, Nay then whip me : hee’le rather give her two- 
 Wid. Three,my molt gracious Lord. 
 Rich. You fhall have foure,if you'le be rul’d by him. 
 King.’ Twere pitty they fhould lofe their Fathets 
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 Wid. Be pittifull, dread Lord,and grannt it then. , 
 King. Lords give usleave, lle trye this Widowes 
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 Rich. 1, good {eave have you, for you will have leave, 
 Till Youth take leave,and leave you tothe Cruch. 
 _ King. Nowtell me, Madame , doe you love your 
 Children? ; 
 _ | Wia-I, full as dearely as I love my felfe. 
 ite: And would you notdoe much to doe them 
 | good? Ss astern | 
 | Wid. To doe them goody! would fuftayne fome 
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 Ries Then get your Husbands Lands,to doc them 
 
 Wid. Therefore I came unto your Majefty. 
 
 King. Ile tell you how thefe Lands are to be got. 
 
 Wid. So hall you bind.meto your Highnefle fervice. . 
 
 Kong. What fervice wilt thoudoe me ,if I give them? 
 
 vit What you command, that refts in me to doe. 
 
 _ Ksng. But you willtake exceptions to my Boone. 
 
 Wid. No,gracious Lord,except I cannot doe it. 
 
 King.1,but thou canft doe what I meane to aske. 
 
 a wid Why then I will doe what your Grace com- 
 
  |;mands. ‘ £3 
 
 | Rich. Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine wearesthe 
 Ce. Go pigitig red 
 
 Clar. As redas fire?nay then,her Wax muft melt. 
 
 _) | Wid. Why ftoppes my Lord ? fhall not heare my 
 _ | Taske? . 
 
 _ Kang; An eafie Taske, tis butto lovea King. 
 
 Wiad. That's foone perform’d,becanfe I am a Subject. 
 
 . | . Kéng. Why then,thy Husbands Lands I freely give 
 
 _ | thee, 
 
 The third Part of K ing Henry the Sixth, 
 
 : But farre unfit to bea Soveraigne. , 
 
 Wid. 1 take my leave with many thoufand thanke. « 
 Rich. The Match is made,the feales it witha Curtfie. 
 King. But {tay thee, tis the fruits of love I meanes: 
 vid. The fruits of Love, I meane,my loving Liege. 
 Kéng. I,but I fearemein anotherfence. 
 What Love,think’ft thou, fue fo much to get? 
 Wid. My love till death.nty humble thanks,my prayers, 
 That love which Vertue begges,and Vertue grauuts. 
 King, No, by my troth,I did no: meane fach love: 
 Wid. Why then you meanenotas1 thought you did, 
 King, But now you partly may perceive my minde; 
 Wd. My minde will never graunt what I perceive 
 Your Higneffe ayimesat,if | ayme aright. 
 King. To tell thee plaine,I ayme to lye with thee. 
 Wsd4.To tell you plaine,I had rather lye in Prifon. 
 King. Why thenthou fhalt nothavethy Husbands 
 Lands. anh é — 
 wid. Why, then mine Honefty thall be my Dower, 
 For by that loffe,I will not purchafe them, : 
 King. Thereinthou wrong’ ftthy Children mightily. ~ 
 WsdHerein your Highnefle wrongs both them & mie: 
 But mighty Lord,this merry inclination 
 Accords not with the fadneffe of my {uit; 
 Pleafe you difmiffe me,either with I,or no. 
 King. I, if thou wilt fay I to my requeft: 
 No, if thou do’ft fay No tomy demand, 
 Wid. Then No,my Lord:my {uit is at an end- 
 Rich. The Widow likes himnot , thes knits her 
 Browes. 
 Clarence, Hee is thee blunteft Wooer in Chriften- 
 dome. ,  ; 
 King. Her Looks doe argue her replete with Modefty, 
 Her Words doe fhew her Wit incomparable, 
 All her perfections challenge Soveraignty, 
 One way or Other, fhe is for a King, - 
 And thee fhall be my Love, or elfe my Queene. 
 Say that King Edward take thee for bis Queene? 
 Wid.’ Vis better {aid then done,my gracious Lord: 
 Tama fubje@.fitto jeaft withall, 
 
 King. Sweet W idow,by my State I fweare to thee, 
 I ipeake no more then what my Soule intends, 
 And that isto enjoy rhee for my Love. ’ 
 Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld unto: 
 I know,l am too meane to be your Queene, 
 And yet too good to be your Concubine. 
 King. You cavill; Widow, I did meane my Queene. 
 Wid.’ Twillgrieve yourGrace,my fonnes fhould call 
 you Fathetej Sssiteejy it ai or 
 King. No more,then when my Daughters 
 Call thee Mother.. : 
 Thou arta Widow.and thou haft fome Children, 
 And by Gods Mother,I being but a Batchelor, 
 Have other-fome. Why, ‘tisa happy thing, 
 To be the Father unto many Sonnes: sai 
 Anfwer no more, for thou fhalt be my Queene. 
 Rich. The Ghioftly Father now hath done his Shrift. 
 (la. When hee wasmadea Shriver, twas for thift. 
 King. Brothers , you'mufe what Chat wee two have 
 
 had. : 
 Richard. The Widow likes itnot, for fhee lookes 
 
 fad. - ? is ze 
 King, Youldthinke it ftrange, if I fhould marry. 
 her. 
 Cla.To whom my Lord? 
 King. Why Clarence, to my felfe. 
 
460 
 
 Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at thelealt, 
 
 Clar.That’s a day longer then a Wonder lafts. 
 
 Rich. By fo much is the W onder in extremes. 
 
 King. Well,jeatt on Brothers : I can tell you both, 
 Her fuit is graunted for her Husbands Lands. 
 
 Enter 4 Noble man. 
 
 Nob. My gracious Lord, Henry your Foe is taken, 
 And brought yon’ Prifoner to your Pallace Gate. 
 King. See that he be convey'd unto the Towert 
 And goe wee Brothers to the man thar tooke him, 
 To quettion of hisapprehenfion. 
 Widow goe you along:Lords ufe her honourably 
 Exeunt. 
 Manet Richard. 
 
 Rich. 1 Edward willufe Women honourably. 
 Would he were waited, Marrow,Bones,andall, — 
 That from his Loynes no hopetuil Branch may {pring; 
 Tocroffe me from the Golden time I looke for: 
 And yet,betweene my Soules defire.and me, 
 
 The lufttull Edwards Vile buryed, 
 
 Is (larence, Henry,and his Sonne young Edward, 
 
 And ailthe unlook’d-for Iffue of their Bodies, 
 
 To take their Roomes, ere I can place my felfes 
 
 Acold premeditation for my purpofe. 
 
 Why theaT doe but dreame on Soveraignty, 
 
 Like one that ftands upona Promontorie, 
 
 And {pyesa farre-oft fhore where he would tread, 
 - Wifhing his foot were equall with his eye, 
 
 And chides the Sea,that funders him from thence,“ _ 
 
 Saying hee’le lade it dry,to have his way: m2 
 So doe I with the Crowne, being fofarre off, 
 And {ol chide the meanesthat keepes me from it, 
 And {o(I fay) fle cut the Caufes off, 
 Flattering me with impoffibilities: 
 My Eyestooquicke, my Heart o’re-weenes too much, 
 Vnleffe my Hand and Strength could equall them. 
 Well,{ay thereds no Kingdeme then for Richards 
 What other Pieafure can the World affoord?: 
 Ile make my Heaven ina Ladies Lappe, 
 And decke my Body in gay Ornaments, 
 And’ witch {weet Ladies with my Wordsand Lookes. 
 Oh miferable Thonght/and more unlikely, 
 Then to accomplith twenty Golden Crownes, 
 Why Love torfwore me in my Mothers Wombe: 
 And for I fhould not deale in her foft Lawes, 
 Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with fome Bribe, 
 To thrinke mine Arme up like awither'd Shrub, 
 To make an envious Mountaine on my Back, 
 Where fits Deformity to mocke my Body; 
 : To thape my Legges of an unequall fize, 
 To dif-proportion me in every parts 
 Like toa Chaos,or an un-lick’d Beare-whelpe, 
 That carryes no impreffion likethe Damme. 
 And am I then a mar to be belov'd? 
 Oh monftrous fault,to harbour fuch a thought, 
 Then fince this Earth affoords no Ioy to me, 
 But to command,tocheck,to o’re-beare fuch, 
 As are of better Perfon then my felfes. 
 | Wemakemy Heaven,todreameupon the Crowne, - 
 - And whiles I live,t’account this World but Fiell, 
 Vntill my mis-thap’d Trunke, that beares this Head, 
 Be round impaled witha glorious Crowne. e 
 _ And yet I know not how to getthe Crowne, . 
 For many Lives fland betweene meand home: - 
 
 wy, 
 
 The third Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 And I,likéne loft in a Thorny Wood, nga 
 That rents the Thornes,and is rent with the Thornes, 
 Secking a way,and ftraying from the way, ; 
 Not knowing how'to finde the open Ayre, 
 
 But toyling defperately to finde it out, Lik 
 Torment my felfe,to catch the Englifh Crownes 
 And from that torment I will free my felfe, 
 
 Or hew my way out witha bloody Axe. 
 
 Why L-can fmile, and murther whiles I fmile, 
 
 And cry,Content,to that which grieves my Hearty. 
 And wet my Cheekes with artificial] Teares, 
 
 And frame my Face toall occafions. 
 
 ile drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid fhall, 
 Ile flay more gazers then the Bafiliske, 
 
 Ile play the Oratoras wellas Neffor, 
 
 Deceive more flyly then U/pffes could, 
 
 And like a Sinon,take another Troy. 
 
 -J can adde Colourstothe Camelion, 
 
 Change fhapes with Protews , for advantages, 
 And {et the murtherous (Wachevill to Schoole. 
 Can I doe this,and cannot geta Crowne? 
 Tut, were it farther off, Ile placke it downe. 
 ' Flonrifh, wa 
 Exter Lewis the French King, bis Sifter Bona, his 
 edmivallcal'a Bourbon: Prince Edward,” 
 Qucene Margaret, and the Earle of Oxforaa — 
 Lewis fits, and rifeth up agame. 
 
 Lewis. Faire Queene of England, worthy Margaret, 
 
 Sit downe with us : it ill befits thy State, 
 And Birth,that thou fhoule’t Qand, while Lewis de 
 
 Mar. No,mighty King of France:now Marg 
 Muft itrike her faile,and iearne a whileto ferve, 
 Where Kings command. I was{I mutt confefle) >” 
 Great Albions Queene,in former Goldemdayess | 
 But now mifchance hath trod my Title-downe, © 
 And with dif-honor layd meon the ground;’ "8 
 Where I sauft take like Seat unto my fortune,» 
 And tomy humble Sear conforme my felfe. 
 
 Lewis. Why fay, faire Queene, whence {prings| 
 
  deepe delpaire? 
 
 Mar. From fuch a caufe,as fills mine eyes with te 
 And ftops my tongue,while heart is drown’d in caress 
 
 Lew. What ere it be,bethon ftilllike thy felfe, ~~ 
 And fit thee by our fide. Seats her by hin 
 Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake, Ab 
 Bur let thy dauntlefle minde ftill ridein triumph, ~~ 
 Overall mifchaace. oA Ne 
 
 Be plaine, Queene Vargaret ,.and tell thy griefe, ee 
 
 It {hall be cas'd,if France can yeeld reliefe. 
 
 hy ebay 
 
 (Mar. Thote gracious words Lo 
 
 ’ 
 
 Revive my drooping thoughts, es 
 And give my tongue-ty’dforrowes leaveté fpeaker 
 Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis,” 
 That Hemy,fole peffeffor of my Love, 
 Is,of a King, become a banifht man, ~ 
 
 And fore'd tolive in Scotland a Forlorne; eh 
 While prowd ambitions Edward,Duke of Yorke; 
 Viurpes the Regall Title,and the Seat 
 
 Of Englands true anoynted lawfullKing.- 1) 
 This is the canfe that I, poore AZargaret, 
 With this my Sonne, Prince Edward Henries Heirts 
 
 “- 
 AK Sus 
 
 " Am-come to crave thy jaft-and lawfullaydes 
 
 And if thon faile usjaliiour hopeisdone. 
 Scotland hath will tohelpe,bur c cannot helpe: 
 
| to France? 
 
 Our people, and our Peeres, are both mistd, 
 Our Treafure feiz’d, our Souldiers put to flight; 
 | And (as thot feeft) our felves in heavy plight. 
 Lew. Renowed Queene, 
 With patience calme the Storme, . 
 While we bethinkea meanes to breake it off. | 
 | Afarg. The morewe ftay, the ftronger growes Our 
 Foe. 
 Lew. The more Iftay, the more Ile fuccour thee. 
 Marg. O, but impatience waiteth on trne forrows 
 And fee wherecomies the breeder of my forrow- 
 
 Enter Warwicke. 
 
 4 Lew, What’s he approacheth boldly to our ‘pre- 
 ence? : 
 Marg. Our Earle of Warwieke, Edwards greateft 
 } friend, 
 ‘| Lewis. Welcome brave Warwicke, what beings thee 
 ~ He defcends, She arifeth. 
 (Marg. T,now beginsa fecond Storme to rife, 
 Forthisis he that meves both Winde and Tyde. 
 Warn, From worthy Edward, King of e4lbion, 
 My Lord and Soveraigne, and thy vowed Friend 5 
 I come (in Kindneffe, and unfayned Love) 
 Firft, todoe greetings tothy Royall Perfon, 
 
 i | Andthento crave a League of Amity : 
 
 - And la@ly; toconfirme that Amity 
 | With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchfafe to graunt 
 
 __ | That vertuous Lady Bova, thy faire Sifter, 
 
 To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage. 
 Marg. If that goe forward, Henries hope is done. 
 Warw, And gracious Madam, Speaking to Bona. 
 
 "| In our Kingsbchalfe, 
 
 Tam commanded, with your leaveand fayour, 
 
 f Humbly to kiffe you Hand, and with my Tongue 
 
 To tell the paffion of my Soveraignes Heart ; 
 
 Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares, 
 
 } Hath plac‘d thy beauties Image, and thy Vertue. 
 Marg. King Lewis, and Lady ‘Bona, heare me {peake, 
 
 Before you anlwer #arwicke. His demand : 
 
 Springs not from Edwards well-meant honelt Love, 
 
 But frotnDeceir, bred by Neceffity : 
 
 | For how caa Tyrants fafely governe home, 
 
 __{ Allthat, which Henry the Fift had gotten ; 
 
 Vnlefle abroad they purchafe great allyance ? 
 
 | Toprove him Tyrant, this reafon may fuifice, _ 
 That Henry liveth ftill + but were he dead, 
 
 } Yet here Prince Edward {tands, King Henries Sonne.. 
 
 | 7 | Looke ther: fore Lewss, that by this Leagueand Marriage 
 
 Thou draw noton thy Danger, and Dis-honor : 
 
 For though Vifurpers {way theruléa while, 
 
 Yet Heavens are juft, and Time fupprefleth Wrongs. 
 
 | War. Injurieus Margaret. 
 
 _ Edw. And why not Queene? 
 War. Bedaufe thy father Henry did ufurpe, 
 
 } And thou no méré art Prince, then fhe is Queene. 
 
 | Oxf. Then #arwicke difanulls great Jobs of Gaunt,” 
 
 { Which did fubdue the greateft part of Spaine ; 
 
 | And after Jobs of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, 
 
 Whofe Wifdome wasa Mirror to the wifeft : 
 
 And after that wife Prince, Henry the Fift, 
 
 Whoby his Proweffe conquered all France : 
 
 From thefe, our Henrylineally defcends, | San 
 War. Oxford, how-baps it in this fmooth difcourfe,’ 
 
 Youtold not, how Henrythe Sixt hathloft 
 
 The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
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 Me thinkes chefe Peeres of France fhould {mile at that. 
 But forthe reft : you tella Pedigree 
 OF threefcore and two yeeres, afilly time 
 To make prefcription for aKingdomes worth. 
 Oxf. Why warmicke,canft thou fpeake againft thy Liege 
 Whom thoy obeyd’ft thirty and fix yeeres, 
 And not bewray thy Treafon witha bluth ? 
 War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, 
 Now buckler falfehood witha Pedigree?’ 
 For fhame leave Heury,and call Edward King. ane 
 Oxf. Callhim my King, by whofe injurious doome 
 My elder Brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere 
 Was done to death ? and morethen fo, my Father, 
 Eveninthe downe-fall of his mellow’d yecres, 
 When Nature brought him to the doore of Death ; \ 
 No Warwicke,no ; while Life upholds this Arme, 
 This Arme upholds the Houfe of Lancaster. : 
 Warw, And I the houfe of Yorke. 
 Lew. Queene Margaret , Prince Edward, and Oxford } 
 Vouchfafe at ourrequett, to ftand afide, 
 While I ufe further conference with Warwicke, ' 
 They Stand aloofe. 
 Mar. Heavens grant, that Warwickes words bewitth 
 him not. , : 
 Lew.Now Warwicke, tell me even upon thy confcience 
 Is Edward your true King ? for I wereloth* 
 Tolinke with him, that were not lawfall chofen. 
 Warr. Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mirie Ho- 
 not | Sab Vy at 
 Lew, But is he gracious in the peoples eye ? : 
 War. Themore, that Henry was unfortunate. 
 Lew. Then further ; all diifembling fet afide, 
 Tell me for truth, the meafure of his love, | 
 Vnto our Sifter Bona. . 
 War. Such it feemes, aes 
 As may befeeme a Monarch likehimfelfe. 
 My felfe have often heard him fay, and {weare, 
 That this bisLove was anexternall Plant, =~ 
 Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground, 
 The Leaves'and Fruit maintain’d with Beauties Sunne, 
 Exempt from Envy, but notfrom Difdaine, 
 Vnlefle the Lady Bona quit'his paine.. . 
 Lew Now Sifter, let us heare your firme refolve. 
 ‘Bona. Y our graunt, or your deny, fhall be mine, 
 Yet I confefle, that often erethisday, Speaks towWars 
 When I have heard your Kings defert recounted, 
 Mine eare hath tempted judgement to defire. 
 Lew. TienwWarwicke,this: 
 Our Sifter thall be Edwards. 
 And now forthwith fhall Articles be drawne, 
 Touching the foynturethat your King muil make, 
 Which with her Dowry fhall be counter-poys’d : : 
 Draw neere, Queene AZargaret, and be a witueffe, 
 That Bona fhall be Wife to the Englith King. 
 Prin. Edw. To Edward, but not to the Englith King. 
 Marg. Deceitfull Warwick, it was thy device, 
 By this alliance to. make voyd my {uit : 
 Before thy comming, Lew# was Henries friend. 
 Lew. And ftillis friend to him, and Margarer, 
 But if your Title to the Crownebe weake, 
 As may appceare by Edwards good {uccefle: * 
 Then ’tis but reafon, that I bereleas’d 
 From giving ayde, which late I promifed. 
 Yet fhall'you have all kindnefleatmy-hand, * 
 That your eftate requires, and minecanyeeld, . 
 Warw. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his eafe ; 
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 Where having nothing, nothing can he lofe. 
 
 And as for you your felfe (our quondam Queene) 
 
 You havea Father ableto maintaine you, 
 
 And better” twere, you troubled him, then France. 
 Mar. Peace impudent, and fhamelefle Warwicke Peace, 
 
 Proud fetter up, and puller downe of Kings, 
 
 I willnot hence, till with my Talke and Teares 
 
 (Both fall of Truth) I make King Lew behold 
 
 Thy flye conveyance, and thy Lords falfe love. a 
 
 Pofte blowing a horn within: 
 
 For both of you are Birds of felfe-fame Feather. 
 
 »Lew, Warwicke, thisis fome pofte to us, or thee. 
 Enter a Pefte. 
 
 Poffe. My Lord Ambaffador, ; 
 Thete Letters are for you. Speaks to Warwicke. 
 Sent from your Brother Marquefle A/eunrague. 
 
 Thefe from our King, unto your Majelty. 
 
 And Madam, thefe for you, 
 
 From whom, I know not. 
 
 They all reade their Letters. aa 
 Oxf. like it well, that our faire Queene and Miftris 
 
 Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his. 
 Prince Edw. Nay marke how Lews ftampesas he were 
 
 netled. I hope, all’s for the beft. 
 
 Lew, Warwicke, what are thy Newes? 
 
 And yours, faire Queene? : 
 Mar. Mine fuch, as fillmy heart with unhop'd joyes- 
 War. Mine fullof forrow, and hearts difcontent. 
 Lew. What? has your King marryed the Lady Grey? 
 
 And now to footh your Forgery, and his, 
 
 Sends me a. Paper to perfwade me Patience ? 
 
 Is this th’Alliance that he feekes with France ? 
 
 Dare he prefumeto f{corne us in this manner ? 
 
 (Mar. I told your Majefty as much before : 
 
 This proveth Edwards Love, and Warwiskes honefty. 
 
 War. King Lewa,1 here proteft in fight of heaven, 
 And by the hope I have of heavenly bliffe, 
 
 That I am cleere from this mifdeed of Edwards ; 
 
 | No more my King, for he difhonors me, 
 
 But moit himfelfe, if he could fee his fhame. 
 
 DidI forget, that by the honfe of Yorke 
 
 My father came untimely to his death ? 
 
 Did I let pafle th'abufe doneto my,Neece? 
 
 Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne ? 
 
 Did I put Henry from his Native Right ? 
 
 And am I guerdon’d atthe laft, with Shame ? 
 
 Shame on himfelfe, for my Defert is Honore 
 
 And to repaire my Honor loft for him, 
 
 Theere renounce him, and returne to Henry, 
 
 My Noble Queene, let former grudges pafie, 
 
 And henceforth, 1am thy true Servitour : 
 
 I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, — 
 
 And replant Henry in his former ftate. 
 
 (Mar. Warwicke; 
 
 Thefe words Pape my Hate,to Love, 
 
 And I forgive, andqitite farget old faults, 
 
 And joy that thou becom’ ft King Henries Friend. 
 
 War. So much his Friend, I, his unfained Friend, 
 That if King Lewss youchfafe to furnith us 
 - With fome few Bands of chofen Souldiors, 
 Tle'undertaketo Land them on our Coatft, 
 
 And force the Tyrant from his feat by Warre. 
 
 *Tis not his new-made Bride fhall fuccour him, - 
 
 Andas for (Varence, as my Letters tell me, . 
 
 He's very likely now to fall from hin, 
 
 For matching more for wanton Luft, then Honor, . ° 
 
 To Lewes. 
 Te Margaret. 
 
 The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 ) Orthen forftrength and fafety of our Country. 
 But by thy helpeto this diftrefled Queene? 
 
 Vnleffe thou refcue him from foule defpaire? 
 
 ’ And heere to pledge my Vow, Igive my hand. 
 
 Bona. Deere brother, how hall Besabe reyeng'd, 
 Mar. RenownedPrince, how fhail Poore Henry live, 
 
 Bona. My quarrell, and this Englifh Queens, are one, 
 War. And mine faire Lady Bona, joynes with yours. 
 Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Adargarett, 
 Therefore at laft, I firmely am refolv’d 
 You fhall have ayde. - 
 Adar. Let me give humble thankes for all, at once, 
 Lew. Then Englands Meflenger, returne in Pofte, 
 And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King, 
 That Lewis of France, is fending over Maskers 
 To revell icwith him, and his new Bride. — ee 
 Thou feeft what's palt, goe feare thy King withall 
 Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower fhortly; 
 I wearethe Willow Garland for his fake. 
 Mar. Tellhim, my mourning weedsare layde afide, 
 And I am ready toput Armor on. 
 War. Tellhim from me,that he hath done me wrong, 
 And therefore Ie un-Crowne him, ert belong. Ff 
 There’s thy reward, be gone, _ Exit Pofte 
 Lew, But Warwicke, Ate 
 Thou and Oxford, with fiuethoufandmen 
 Shall crofle the Seas, and bid falfe Edward battailes 
 And as occafion ferves, this Noble Queene 
 And Prince, fhall follow with a frefh Supply, 
 Yet ere thou goe, butanfwer me one doubt: . : 
 What Pledge have we of thy firme Loyalty? es 
 War.This fhallaflure my conftant Loyalty, 
 That if our Queene, and this young Princeagree, 
 Ile joyne mine eldeft daughter, and my loy, 
 To him forthwith, in holy W edlocke bands. a 
 Mar. Yes, Lagree, and thanke you for your Motion: ) 
 Sonne Edward, fheis Gaireand Vertuous, ; 
 Therefore delay not, give thy hand towarmicke, 
 And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, 
 That onely Warwickes daughter fhallbethine. —__ 
 Pri.€d. Yes, baccept her, for fhe well deferves it, 
 
 ;_ 2. | -_ a~6h Srl 
 
 ae So —_ . te w  es 
 
 ae ee ee ee ee Ss Oe aoe 
 
 He gives his hand to Wearwicke. 
 Lew.W hy ftay we now? Thefe fouldiers fhalbelevi 
 And thou Lord Boxrben, our High Admirall 
 Shalt waft them over with our Royall Fleete- 
 I long till Edward fall by Warresmifchance, __ 
 For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France. 
 Exeunt. Manet Warwickee 
 War. icame from Edward as Ambaflador, 
 But Ireturne his {worne and mortall Foe : 
 Matter of Marriage was the charge he gave me, 
 But dreadfull Warre fhall anfwer kis demand. 
 Had he none elfe to makea ftalebutme? . : 
 Then none but I, fhall turne his Ieft ro Sorrow, 
 I was the Cheefe that rais’d him to the Crowne> 
 And Ile be Cheefe to bring him downeagaine : 
 Not that 1 pitty Hewrses mifery, 
 But feeke Revenge on Edwards mockery- 
 
 a me” 
 
 a 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Richard, Clarence, Somerfet,and 
 (Mountagne. 
 
 Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence, what thinke you 
 Of this new Marriage with the Lady Grey? 
 Hath not our Brother made a worthy choyce? oy 
 (lar. Alas, you know, ‘tis farre from hence es a 
 
King. Fit k 
 
 How could he ftay till Warwicke made returne? 
 Som. My Lords, forbeare this talke : here comes the 
 
 Flouvifo. 
 Enter King Edward, Lady Grey, Pembroke, Sta/~ 
 ford, Hastings : fomre Stand on one fide, 
 aid foure on the other, 
 
 Rich, And his well-chofen Brides. . 
 (lar. I mind to tell bim plainly what I thinke- 
 King. Now brother of Clarence, 
 How like you eur Choyce, 
 That you {tand penfive, as halfe malecontent ? 
 - Clar. As well as Lewis of France, 
 Or the Earle of Warwicke, 
 Whichare fo weake of courage,and in judgement, 
 That they’le take no offence at our abufe. 
 King. Suppofe they take offence without a caufe ¢ 
 Theyaré but Leihisand Warwicke,I am Edward, 
 Your King and Warwickes, and muft have my will. 
 Rich. And fhall have your will, becaufe our King : 
 Yet hafty Marriage feldome ptoveth well. 
 King. Yes Brother Richard, are you offended too ? 
 Rieh, NotI :no: 
 God forbid, that I fhould with them fever’d, 
 
 | Whom God hath joyn’d together 
 
 I,and ’twere pitty, to funder them, 
 That yoake fo well together. 
 King. Setting your skornes, and your miflike afide, 
 Tell me fome reafon, why the Lady Grey 
 Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene ? 
 And you too, Somerfet and Mdountagne, 
 Speake freely what you thinke. 
 Clar. Then this is mine opinion : 
 That King Lewis becomes your Enemy, 
 For mocking him aboutthe Marriage 
 
 _ | Of the Lady Bona, 
 
 Rich, And Warwicke, doing what you gave in chafge, 
 
 Is now dis-honored by this New Marriage. . 
 ‘King, What, if both Lewss and Warwicke be appeas’d, 
 
 By fuch invention as J can devile ? 
 — Mount.¥ ct,to have joyn’d with France in fichalliance, 
 Would more have ftrength’ned this our Commonwealth 
 *Gainft forraine ftormes; then any home-bred Marriage. 
 
 Haft, Why, knowes not AZountague, that of it felfe, 
 England is fafe, if true within it felfe 2 
 
 Moun.¥es,but the fafer, when’ tis back’d with France, 
 
 Hast. ’Tis better ufing Franee;then trufting France: ; 
 
 | Letusbe backed with God, and with the Seas, 
 
 Which he hath giv'n for fence impregnable, 
 
 | And with their helpes, onely defend our felves : 
 
 Inthem, and inour elves, our fafety byes. 
 Clar, For this one fpeech, Lord Hastings well deferves 
 Tohave the Heire of the Lord Hungerford. 
 King. 1, what of that ? it wasmy will,and graunt, 
 And for this once, my Will fhall ftand for Law. » 
 Rich. And yet me thinks, your Grace hath not done Wel 
 To give the Htire and Daughter of Lord Scales 
 Vntothe Brother of your loving Bride’; 
 She better would have fitted me, or (Jarences 
 Bat in your Bride youbary Brotherhoodot yw 
 
 Of the Lord Bonvillon your new Wives Sonne; 
 And leave your Brothers to goe {peede elfewhere. 
 King. Alas, poore Clarence: is it fora Wife 
 
 Thatthouart malecontent? I willprovide thee. 
 
 The third Part of K ing Henry rhe Sixt. 
 
 from France? 
 
 “She had the wrong. But what faid Henries Queene ? 
 
 Clar. Or elfe you would not have beftow’dthe Heire | 
 
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 C/ar. In chufing for your felfe, 
 You fhew’d your judgement : 
 Which being hallow, you fhall give me leave; 
 To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe; 
 Andto that end, I fhortly mind to leave you- 
 King. Leave me, or tarry , Edward will be King. 
 And not be ty’d unto his Brothers will. 
 Lady Grey, My Lords, before it pleas‘d his Majefty 
 To raife my State to Title ofa Queene; . 
 Doe me butright, and you muitall confeffe, 
 That I wasnot ignoble of Defcent, 
 And meaner then my felfe have had like fortunes 
 But as this Title honors me and mine, 
 So your diflikes, to whom I would be pleafing, 
 Doth cloud my joyes with danger, and with forrow. 
 King.My Love,forbeare to fawne upon their frownes: 
 What danger, or what forrow can befall thee, 
 So long as Edward is thy conftant friend, 
 And their true Soveraigne, whom they mutt obey ? 
 Nay, ‘whom they fhall obey, and love thee too,. 
 Voleffe they feeke for hatred at my hands : 
 Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee fafey 
 And they thal feele the vengeance of my wrath. 
 Rich. Iheare, yet fay not much, butthinke the mores 
 
 Enter a Pofte. 
 King. Now Meflenger , what Letters, or what Newes 
 
 Pr/t.My Soveraigne Liege, no Letters,and few ‘words, 
 But fuch,as-f (without your fpeciall pardon 
 Dare not relate. : 
 
 King. Goe too, we pardon thee : 
 
 Therefore, in briefe, tell their words, 
 
 As neere as thou canft gueffe them- , 
 
 What anfwer makes King Lew, unto our Letters? 
 Post, At my depart, thefe were his very words : 
 
 Goe tell falfe Edward, the {uppofed King, 
 
 That Lewss of France ts fending over Maskers, 
 
 To revell it with bim, and bis new Bride: 
 
 King. 1s Lews fo brave? belike he thinkes me Heary. 
 But what (aid Lady Bonato my Marriage? 
 
 Post. Thefe were her words,urt’red with mild difdaine: 
 Tell him, in hope hgil prove a Widower fhortly, 
 Ile weare the Willow Garland for his fake. 
 
 King, Iblame nother’; fhe could fay littlelefle: — 
 
 For I heard, that fhe wasthere in place. 
 Poff. Tell him (quoth the) 
 
 My mourning Weedes are done, 
 
 And Jam ready to put Armour on. 
 
 King. Belike the minds to play the Amazon. 
 But what (aid Warwicke to thele injuries? 
 
 Post. He, more incens’d again{t your Majcity, 
 Thenall the reft, difchatg’d me withthefe words: 
 Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, 
 
 And therefore Ileuncrowne him, er’tbelong: 
 
 Kin.Ha?dartt the Traytor breath out fo prowd words? 
 Well, I will arme me, being thus fore-warn'd: 
 They fhall have Warres, and pay for their prefumption. 
 But fay, is Warwicke friends with Adargaret ? 
 
 Post. 1, gracious Soveraigne, ; 
 They arefolink’dinfriendfhip, = 
 That yong Prince €awards marryes Warwicke Daughter, 
 
 (lar, Belike, the elder ; ee | 
 Clarenge will have the yonger. . 
 
 r2 Now 
 
~ The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Now Brother King farewell, and fit you faft, 
 For I will hence to warwickes other Daughter, 
 That though I want a Kingdome, yet in Marriage 
 I may not prove inferior to your felfe. 
 You that love me, and warwicke, follow me. 
 Exit Clarence, and Sowser {et followes. | 
 Rich. NotI: 
 My thoughts ayme ata further matter : ; 
 Iftay not for thelove of Edward, but the Crowne. 
 King. Clarence and Somerfet both gone to Warwicke? 
 Yet am I arm’d againftthe worft can happen : 
 And hatte is needful in this defp’ rate cafe. 
 Pembrooke and Stafford, youin our behalfe 
 Goe levy men, and make prepare for Warre 3 
 They are already, or quickly will be landed: 
 My felfein perfon will ftraight follow you. £ 
 Excunt Pembrooke, aad Stafford. 
 But ereI goe, Haftizgs and Adonntague 
 Rofplve my doubt: youtwaine, of all the reft, 
 Are neere to Warwicke, by bloud, and by allyance + 
 Tell me, 1f you love Warwicke more then me; 
 Ifit be fo, then both depart to him : . 
 I rather with you foes, then hollow friends. 
 But if you mindeto hold your true obedience, 
 Give ine affurance with fome fricadly Vow, 
 That I may never have you in fufpect. 
 (Mount. So God helpe Mountague , as he proves 
 tric 
 Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edwards caufe. 
 Kings Now, brother Richard, will yowftand by us? 
 Rich. 1,in defpight of ali that thall withftand you. 
 King. Why fo: then am I fare of Victory. 
 N ow therefore let us-hence, and lofe no howre} 
 Till we meet Warwicke, with his forraine powres 
 Excunt, 
 
 Euter Warwicke, and Oxford in E ngland, 
 with French Sowldiors. 
 
 Ware. Truft me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, 
 
 The common people by numbers fwarme tous: 
 Enter Clarence; and Somerfet. 
 Bat fee where Somexfet and Clarence comes 
 Speake fuddenly, my Lords, are wéegill triends 2 
 Clar. Fearenorthat, my. Lord. 
 
 Wary, Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwicke, 
 And welcome Semerfet ; L hold it cowardize, 
 To reft miftruftfull;wherea Noble Heart. 
 _ Hath pawn’dan open Hand, infigne of Love : 
 Efe might I thinke, thar (deremce, Edwards brother, 
 Were but a fained friend to our proceedings >... 
 | But welcome fweet-¢ dirence,my daughter fhallbe thine. 
 And now, whatrefts? but in Nights Coverture, 
 Thy Brother being careleflely encamp’d, 
 His Souldiors lurking in the Towne abont, 
 And but attended. by afimple Guard, © fo-.., 
 We may furprizeand take him, at our pleafure, 
 Our Scouts have found theadventurevery eafie : 
 | That as Veyffes,and ftout Diomede, i id 
 _ With fleight and manhood ftoleto Rhe/m Tents, 
 _ And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds ; 
 So we, well cover'd withthe Nights blacke Mantle, 
 At unawares may beat downe Edwards Guard, 
 And feize-himfelfe : I fay not, flaaghter him, 
 For L intend but onely to furprize him. 
 _ You that will follow me to this-attempt, 
 
 eT a 
 
 Appland the Name of Hesry, with your Leader. 
 They all cry, Henry. 
 
 Why then, let’s on our way in filent fort, ea 
 
 For Warwickeand his friends, God and Saint George, | 
 
 Exeunt,\ 
 
 Enter three Watchmess to guard the KingsTent. 
 
 1.Watch.Come on my Mafters,eachman take his ftand, 
 The King by this,isfet him downe to fleepe. 
 2. Watch. What, willhe notto Bed? - . 
 1, Watch. Why, no: for he hath made afolemne Vow, | 
 Never tolyeand rake his naturall Reft, ue ak 
 Till warwicke, or himfelfe, be quite fuppreft. ee 
 2. Watch. To morrow then belikefhallbetheday, | 
 If Warwicke be fo neere as men report. Nn ie 
 3. Watch. But fay,] pray, what Noble man isthat, ~ | 
 That with the King here refteth in his Tent ¢ ; q 
 1. Watch. ’Tis the Lord Haffings, the Kings chiefelt | 
 friend. te 
 3- Watch. O, is it fo? but why commandsthe King, | 
 That his cheife followers lodge in Townesabouthim, | 
 While he himfelfe keepes inthe cold field 2 
 2.Watcb. ’Tisthemore honour, becaufe more dange- | 
 rous. By we 
 3. Watch. J, but giveme worfhip,and quietnefle, | 
 I like it better thena dangerous honor. rom 
 If Warwicke knew in what eftate he ftands, 
 ’Tis to be doubred he would waken hime oi aa 
 1, Watch. Vnlefle our Halberds did fhut up his pat} 
 fage. - 4 
 e Watch. 1 : wherefore elfe guard we his Royall Tent, | — 
 Butto defend his Perfon from Night-foes? > Ka 
 
 Enter Warwicke, Clarence, Oxford, Somerfit, | — 
 and French Souldiers filent all. ae be 
 
 War. Thisis his Tent,and fee where ftand his Guards hs q 
 
 Courage my Matters : Honor now, or never : 
 Buit follow me, and Edward {hall be ours. 
 1. Watch, Who goesthere? 
 2. Watch, Stay, or thou dyett. see | 
 Warwicke and the rest cry al, Warwicke, Warwicke, and 
 
 fetupon the Guard, who flye, crying, eArme, eArmt, | S| 
 
 Warwicke and the rest following them. 
 
 The Drumme playing, and Trumpet founding. 
 
 _Enter Warwicke, Sazmerfet, and the rest, bringing the King é | 
 
 ont in bis Gewne, fitting ina Chaire: Risbard — 
 \ and Hajtings flyes over the Stage. 
 * Sem. What are they that flye there ? 
 
 War. Richardand Haftings, let them goe, heere is . 4 
 
 the Duke. 
 
 King Edw. TheDuke > 
 Why Warwicke, when we patted, 
 Thou cali’dftme King. 
 
 Wary, 1,butthe cafe is alter'd. | 
 
 When you difgrace’d me in my Embaflade 
 Then I degraded. you from being King, 
 And come new to create you Duke of Yorke. 
 Alas, how fhould you governeany Kingdome, 
 That know Hot how to ufe Embafladors, 
 Nor how-to be contented with one Wife, 
 Nor how. toufe your Brothers brotherly, 
 Nor how toiftudy for the Peoples Welfare, at 
 Nor how to'fhrowd your felfe fromEnemias? = | 
 Z King Edw. | 
 
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 ‘. Sehes S_8 = in ae 
 gS < oo 3 
 
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 K.Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence, 
 
 Art thou here too? 
 
 Nay then I fee, that Edward needs muft downe: 
 
 Yet Warwicke, in defpight of all mifchance, 
 
 Of thee thy felfe; and all thy Complices, 
 
 Edward will alwayes beare himfelfe as King : 
 
 Though Fortunes mallice overthrow my States 
 
 My minde exceeds the compaffe of her Wheele. 
 War. Then for his mind, be Edward Englands King: 
 
 Takes off bis C: rOwne, 
 
 But Henry now thall weare the Englifh Crowne, 
 And be true King indeed : thou but the fhadow- 
 My Lord of Somerfet, at my requett, 
 See that forthwith Duke Eawardbe convey'd 
 Vato my Brother Arch-Bifhop of Yorke: 
 When I have fought with'Pemsbreoke, and his fellowes, 
 Ile follow you, and tell what anfwer 
 Lewis and the Lady Bonafendtohim. 
 Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke. 
 They leade him out forcibly, __ 
 
 K. Ed. What Fates impofe,that men mutt needs abide ; 
 It boots not to refift both wind and tide. Exewnt. 
 Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for us to doe, 
 
 But march to London with our Souldiers? - 
 War. I, that’s the firft thing thit we have to doe, 
 To free King Hexry from imprifonment, 
 And fee him feated in the Regall Throne. oe 
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 Emer Rivers, and Lady Gray. 
 
 Ria. Madam, what makes you in this {odain change? 
 Gray. Why Brother Rivers, are you yet to learne 
 What late misfortune is befalne King Edward? 
 Rin. What,lofle of fome pitcht battell 
 Againlt Warwicke > ron 
 Gray. No, but theloffe of his owne Royall perfon. 
 Rix. Thenismy Soveraigne flaine? 
 Gray. lalmoft flaine, for he istaken prifoner, 
 
 Either betrayed by falfhood of his Guards 
 | Or by his Foe furpriz’d at unawares : 
 
 Aad as! further have to underfland. 
 Is new committed to the Bifhop of Yorke, 
 Fell Warwickes brother, and by that our Foe. 
 
 Rix, Thefe Newes I mut confeffe are full of griefe, 
 Yet gracious Madam, beare it asyoumay, _. 
 Warwicke may loofe, that now hath wonne the day. 
 
 Gray, Till then, faire hope matt hinder lives decay : 
 
 | And Ithe rather waine me trom defpaire 
 For love of Edwards Off-{pring in my wombe : 
 -Thisis it that makes me bridle my paffien, 
 
 And beare with Mildneffe my misfortunes crofle : 
 
 | I, 1 for this I draw in many ateare, 
 
 And ftop the rifing of blood-fucking fighes, 
 
 Leaft with my fighes or teares ,I blaft or drowne 
 
 King Edwards Fruite, true heyreto th’ Englifh Crowne. 
 Rin, But Madam, ; 
 
 Where is Warwicke then become ? 
 Gray. J am inform’d that he comes towards London, 
 
 Tofet the Crowne once more on Henries head: 
 
 Gueffe thou the reft, Kings Edwards friend muft downe. 
 
  Butto prevent the Tyrants violence, 
 
 (For truftnot him that hath once broken faith) 
 Te hence forthwith unto the San@tuary, 
 
 The third Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
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 To fave (at leaft) the heire of Edwards right : 
 
 There fhall I reft fecure from force and fraud : 
 
 Come therefore let us flye, while we may flye, 
 
 If Warwicke take us, we are {ure todye. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Richard, Lord HaStings, and Sir Willsana 
 Stanlez. 
 
 Rich. Now my Lord Hastings, and Sir Willsam Stanley 
 Leave off to wonder why ldrew you hither, 
 Into this cheefeft Thicket of che Varke. 
 Thus ftands the cafe: you know our Kiog, my Brother, 
 Is priforier to the Bifhop.here, at whofe hands 
 He hath good ufage, and great liberty, 
 And often but attended with weake guard, 
 Comies hunting this way to difport bimfeife. 
 I have.advertis’d him by fecret meanes, 
 That ifabout this houre he make this way, 
 Vnder the colour of his ufuall game, ei 
 He fhall here find his friends with Horfe and Men, 
 Tofet him free from his Captivity. 
 
 Enter King Edward, and a Hunt{man 
 with bina, 
 
 Hane. This way my Lord, 
 For this way lies the Game. 
 King Edw. Nay this way man, 
 See where the Huntfmen ftand. 
 Now brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings,and the reft, 
 Stand you thus clofe to fieale the Bilhops Deere? 
 Rich. Brother; the timeand cafe, requireth hatk, 
 Your horfe ftands ready at the Parke-corner, 
 King Ed. But whither fhall we then? 
 Haft: ToLynmy Lord, 
 And fhip from thence to Flanders... 
 Kich. Well guelt beieeve me,for that was my meaning. 
 King Edw. Stanley, 1 will cequitethy forwardnefle. 
 Rh. Bat wherefore ftay-we'? *tisno time totalke. 
 King Ew. Yunclman, whar fay’ thou? 
 Wilt thou goe along ? 
 Hunt. Better doc fo, then tarry and be hang’d. 
 Rich. Come thenaway, lets ha nomore adoe, 
 King Edw. Bishop farewell, 
 Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne, 
 And pray that I may re-poflefle the Crowne. Exewnnt. 
 
 Enter King Henry the fixt, Clarence, Warwicke, 
 Somerset, young Henry, Oxford, Adountague, 
 : and Lieutenant. 
 King Hen. M. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends 
 Have fhaken Edward from the Regall teate, ; 
 And turn‘d my captive ftateto liberty, 
 
 ‘My feare to hope, my forrowes unto joyes,, 
 
 At our enlargement what are thy due Fees? 
 Liex.Subjects may challenge nothing of their Sou’rains 
 But, if an humble prayer may prevaile, . 
 I then crave pardon of your Majefty. . 
 King Hen. Yor what, Lieutenant ? For well vfing me ? 
 Nay, be thou fure, Ile well requite thy kindneffe. 
 For that it made my imprifonment,a pleafure : 
 I, fuch a pleafure,as incaged Birds 
 Conceive ; when after many moody Thoughts, 
 At laft, by Notes of Houthold harmony, 
 
 They quite forget their loffe of liberty. 
 
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 But warwicke, after God, thou fet’ft me free,’ 
 And chiefely therefore, 1 thanke God, and thes, 
 He was the Author, thouthe inftrument. 
 Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes fpight, 
 By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me, 
 And that the peopleof this blefled Land 
 May not be punifht with my thwarting ftarres, 
 Warwicke, although my head ftill weare the Crowne, 
 I here refigne my Government to thee, 
 For thou act fortunate in all thy deeds. 
 War. YourGrace hath {till beene fam’d for vertuous, 
 And now may feemeas wife as vertuous, 
 By {pyingand avoiding Fortunes malice, 
 For few menrightly temper with the Starres : 
 Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, 
 For chufing me, when Clarence is in place. 
 Clar, No warwicke, thou art worthy ofthe fway, 
 To whom the Heavens in thy Nativity, 
 Adjudg’dan Olive Branch, and Lawrell Crowne, 
 As likely to be bleft in Peace and Warre : 
 And therefore I yeeld thee my free confent. 
 Warw. Aud I chufe (/arewce onely for Protector. 
 King. Warwicke and ( larence, give me both your hands. 
 Now joyne your hands, and with your hands your 
 That no diffention hinder Government : (hearts , 
 I make you both Protectors of this Land, 
 While I my felfe will leadea private Life, 
 | And in devotion {pend my latter dayes, 
 | To finnes rebuke, and my Creators praife. 
 Warw. What-anfwers Clarence to his Soveraignes 
 will? wok . 
 Clar. Thatheconfents, if Warwicke yeeld confent, 
 For on thy fortune repofe my felfe, 
 * warw. Why then, though loth, yet muft Ibe content: 
 Weill yoake together, likea double fhadow 
 To Henries Body, and fupply his place ; 
 Imeane, in bearing weight of Government, 
 While he enjoyes the honor, and his eafe. 
 And (larence, now then it is more then necdfull, 
 Forthwith that'Edward be pronoune’d a Traytor, 
 And all his Lands and Goods confifcated. 
 (lar. What elfe ? and that Succeflion be determined. 
 Warw. \, therein Claresce {hall not want his part. 
 King. But with the firft, of all your cheife affaires, 
 Let me intreat (for I command no more) 
 That AZargaret your Queene, and my Sonne Edward, 
 Be fent for, toreturne from France with {peed : 
 For till I fee them here, by doubefull feare, 
 | My joy of liberty. is halfe eclips’d. 
 -,, Clar, It thallbe done, my Soveraigne, withalil fpeed. 
 King. My Lord of Somerfet, what Youthis that; 
 Of whom you feeme to have fo tender care? 
 Somer, My Liege, it is young Henry, Earle of Rich- 
 mond, 
 King. Come hither, €xg/ands Hope : 
 
 Layes his Hand on bis Head. 
 
 If fecret Powers fuggeft but truth 
 
 To my divining thoughts, 
 
 This pretty Lad will prove our Countries bliffe. 
 
 His lookesare full of peacefull Majefty, 
 
 His head by nature fram’d to weare a Crowne, 
 _His hand to wielda Scepter, and himfelfe 
 
 Likely intime to bleffea Regall Throne : 
 
 Make much of him, my Lords ; for this ig he 
 
 Muit helpe you more, then you art hurt by me. 
 
 T he third Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 Enter a Pofte. 
 
 Ware. What newes, my friend? wf 
 Pofte. That Edwardis e(caped trom your brother, 
 And fled (as he heares fince) to Burgundy. 
 Warw. Nnfayory newes: but how made he efcape? 
 Poffe. He wasconvey’d by Richard, Duke of Gloster, 
 Andthe Lord Haftings, who attended him 
 In f{ecret ambufh, on the Forreft fide, 
 And from the Bifhops Huntfmen refeu'd him : 
 For Hunting was his dayly Exercife. 
 
 warm. My Brother wastoo careleffe of his charge. 1 
 
 But let us hence, my Soveraigne, to provide 
 A falve for any fore, that may betide. 
 
 Manent Somerfer, Richmond, and Oxford. 
 
 Som. My Lord, like not of this flight of Edwards: 
 For doubtleffe, Burgundy will yeeld him helpe, 
 And we {hall have more Warres befor’t be long. 
 
 As Henries late prefaging Prophecy 
 
 Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond; | 
 So doth my heart mif-give me, in thefe Confli@ts, | 
 
 What may befall him, to his harme and ours. 
 Therefore, Lord Oxford, to preventthe wortt, 
 Forthwith we'll {end him hence to Brittany, 
 Till ftormes be paft of Civill Enmity. 
 
 Oxf. 1: forif Edwardre pofleffe the Crowne, abi Em 
 Tis like that Richmond, with thereft, fhalldowne: | 
 
 Som, It-fhall be fo: he fhall to Brittany. 
 Come therefore, let’s about it fpeedily. 
 
 Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings, 
 and Seuldiers. 
 
 Edw.Now btother Richard, Lord Haffings,and the ref, 4 | 
 
 Yet thus farre Fortune maketh usamends, 
 
 And fayes, that once more I fhall enterchange 
 
 My wained ftate, for HenriesRegall Crowne.; 
 
 Well have we pafs’d, and now re-pafi’d the Seass 
 
 And brought defired helpe from Burgundy. 
 
 What then remaines, we being thus arriv’d bs 
 
 From Ravenfpurgh Haven, before the Gates of Yorke, | 
 
 But that we enter, as into our Dukedome ? 
 Rich. The Gates made faft ? 
 
 Brother, Llike not this. 
 
 For many men that ftumbleat the Threfhold, 
 
 Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within. 
 Edw.Tuth man, aboadments mutt not now affright us: 
 
 By faire or foule meanes we muft enter in, 
 
 For hither will our friends repaire to us. 
 
 them. 
 Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of Yorke,’ 
 and his Brethren. 
 
 Mayor. My Lords. 
 We were fore-warned of your comming, — 
 And fhut the Gates, for fatety of our felyes ; 
 For now weewe allegeance unto Henry. : 
 
 Edw. But, Mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King: 
 Yet Edward, atthe leaft, is Duke of Yorke. 
 a True, my good Lord, I know you 
 
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 Edw.Why,and I challenge nothiag but my Duked 
 
 As being well content with that alone. — Ps 
 
 Exewnt. | 
 
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 Haft. My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to fummon | | 
 
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 Ce: eter 
 
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 _| Why thall we fight, if youpretend no Title? 
 
 Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nofe, 
 
 He'll foone find meanes to make the Body follow. 
 
 Hast. Why ,Mafter Mayor, why ftand you in a doubt? 
 Open the Gates, weare King Henries fricuds. 
 
 Mayor. 1, {ay you fo? the Gates {hall then be opened. 
 
 He defcenas. 
 
 Rich. A wife tout Captaine, and foone perfwatled. 
 
 Ha? The good old man would faine that all were well. 
 So’twere notlongof him; but being entred; . 
 I doubt not 1, but we fhall foon perf wade 
 Both him, and all his Brothers, unto reafon, 
 
 ' Emer the Mayor, and twoeAldermen. 
 &dw.So, Matter Mayor : thefe Gates mutt not be fhut; 
 But inthe Night, or in the time of Warre. 
 What, feare not man, but yeild me up the Keyes, - 
 Takes bis Keyes. 
 For Edward willdetendthe Towne, and thee, 
 And all thofe friends, that deme to follow me, 
 
 March. Enter Monntgomery, with Drumunse 
 and Sontasers. 
 Rich. Brother; this is Sir John Adountgomery, 
 Ourtrufty friend, unlefle I bedeceiv’d. 
 Edwar. Welcome Sir John: bat why come yon in 
 Armes? 
 (Mount.To helpe King Edward in his time of forme, 
 
 | Asevery loyall Subject ought to doe, 
 
 Edw. Thankes good Afomntgomery : 
 
 But we now forget our Title torhe Crowne; 
 And onely clayme our Dukedome, 
 Till God pleafé co fend the reft, 
 
 Mount. Thenfare youwell, for I will hence againe; 
 Icame to fervea King, and nota Duke : 
 Drummer ftrike up, andlet us tharchaway. 
 
 The Drumme begins to March. 
 
 Edw. Nay flay, Sir Jobn, a while, and we'll debate 
 By what fafe meanes the Crowne may be recover’d. 
 
 Monnt. What talke you of debating ? in few words, 
 If you'll not here proclaime your felfe our King, 
 
 Ile leave you to your fortune, and be gone, 
 To keepe them backe ,that come tofuccour you. 
 
 Rich, Why Brother, wherefore ftand you on nice 
 points ? | 
 Edw. Whenwe grow ftronger, 
 Then we'll make our Clayme : 
 Tillthen, ’tis wifdome to conceale our meaning. 
 Hast. Away with {crapulous Wit, now Armes muft 
 rule. 
 Ric. And fearelefle minds clymbe fooneftunto Crowns. 
 
 _ Lhetbird Part of King Henry tive Sixth, 
 
 _ In Oxfordfrirefhalt mutter up thy friends. 
 
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 Edw. Thankes-brave CMountgomery, 
 And thankes uato you all : 
 If fortune ferve me, Ie requite this kindneffe . 
 Now for this Night, let’s harbor here in Yorke: 
 And when the Morning Sunne fhail raife his Carre 
 Above the Border of this Horizon, 
 We'll forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates ; 
 For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier. 
 Ahfroward Clarence, how evill it be(eemes thee, 
 To flatter Henry, and forfake thy Brother ? 
 Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and War wicke, 
 Come on brave Souldiors : doubt not of the Day, 
 Andthat once gotten, doubt not of largePay.  Exeunt. 
 
 Enter the King, Warwicke, Mountague, Clarence, 
 Oxford, and Semerfet. 
 
 War. What counfaile, Lords ? Edward from Belgia, 
 With hafty Germanes, and blant Hollanders, 
 Hath patsd in fafety through the Narrow Seas, 
 And with his troupes doth march amaine to London, 
 And many giddy people fiocke to hia. 
 King. Let's levy men, end beat him backe againe. 
 Clar, A little fire is quickly trodden our, 
 Which being fuffer'd, Rivers cannot quench. 
 War. In Warwickfhire I have true-hearted friends, 
 Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in Warre, 
 Thofe will I mutter up ; and thou Sonne {darence 
 Shalt ftirre up in Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent, 
 The Knightsand Gentlemen,to come with tkee. 
 Thou brother Montague, in Buckingham, 
 Northampton, and in Leicefter/hure, {halt find 
 Men weil enclin’d to heare what thou command’tt 
 And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd j 
 
 My Soveraigne, with the loving Citizens, 
 Like to his lland, gyrt in withthe Ocaan, 
 Or modeft Dyan, circled with her N ymphs , 
 Shall reftin London, till we come to him: 
 Faire Lordstake leave, and {tand not to replys 
 Farewell my Soveraigne. 
 King. Farewell my Heflor,and my Troyes true hope. | 
 Clar. In figne of truth, I kid your Highneffe hand, 
 King. Well-minded Clarence, be thou tortunate.: 
 Mount. Comfort, my Lord, and {oI take my leave. 
 Oxf. And thus I feale my wuth, and bidadiea. 
 King. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mountague, 
 And allat once, once more a happy farewell. 
 War. Farewell, {weet Lords, let’s meet at (Coventry. 
 Exeupt, 
 King. Here at the Paliace will I reft a while. 
 
 Brother, we wil! proclaime you out of band, 
 The bruit taereof will bring you many friends. 
 
 Edw. Then be it as you will : for’tis my right, 
 {| And Henry butufarpesthe Diademe. 
 
 Mount. 1, now my Soveraigne {peaketh like himf{elfe, 
 Andnow will lbe Edwards Champion. — 
 
 Hast-Sound Trumpet, €dward fhail be here proclaim’d: 
 Come, fellow Souldier make thou proclamation . 
 
 Flouri(h. 
 
 Soul. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of 
 England and France, and Lord of Ireland,ee. + 
 Mount. And whofoe’re gainfayes King Edwards right, 
 By this I challenge him = fingle fight. 
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 42. Long live Edwardthe Fourth. - 
 
 Should not be able toencounter mine. 
 
 Ihave not ftopt mineeares to their demands, 
 
 Sound, 
 
 My mercy dry’d their water-lowing teares, 
 I have not beenedefirous of their wealth, 
 
 owes downe his Gannler, 
 
 No Exeter, thefe Graces challenge Grace : 
 
 Coufin of Exes, what thinkes your Lordthip ? 
 Me thinkes, the Power that &dward hath in feild 
 
 Exet. The doubt is, that he will fedueethe reft. 
 King. That’s not my feare, my meed hath got me fame: 
 
 Nor pofted off their {uites with flow delayes, 
 My pitty hath beene balme to heale their wounds, 
 My mildneffe hath allay’d their{welling griefes, 
 
 Nor much oppreft them with great Subfidies, 
 Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d. 
 Then why fhould they love Edward mote then me ? 
 
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 And when the Lyon fawnes upon the Lambe, 
 The Lambe will never ceafe to follow him. 
 Shout within, A Lancaster, A Lancaster. | 
 &xe. Harke, hearke, my Lord, what Shouts are | 
 thefe? 
 Enter Edward andhis Souldiers. 
 
 Ediv. Seize on the thamefac’d Henry, beare him hence, 
 And once againe proclaims us King of England. 
 You arethe Fount, that makes {mall Brookes to flow; 
 Now flops thy Spring, my Sea fhall fuckethem dry, 
 And {well fo mach the higher, by their ebbe. 
 Hence with him to the Tower, let bimpot fpeake: 
 
 Exit with King Henrp. 
 And Lords,towards Coventry bend we our courte, 
 Where peremptory Warwicke now remaines : 
 The Sunne fhines-hot, andif we ufedelay, 
 Cold biting Winter marres our hop’d-for Hay. 
 - Rich, Away betimess. before his forces joyne; 
 
 And take the great-growne Traytor unawares: 
 
 Brave Warriors,march amaine towards Coventry. 
 Excunt, 
 
 Enter Warwicke; the Mayor of Coventry, two 
 Meffengers, and others upon the Walls. 
 
 War Whereis the Pott that came from valiant Oxford? 
 How farre henceis thy Lord, mine honeft fellow ? 
 
 Mef.. 1. By thisat Dunfmore, marching hitherward. 
 
 war. How farre off is our Brother AZountague ¢ 
 Where is the Poft that came from Mountague ? 
 
 CMeff.2. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant troope- 
 
 Ener Somervile. : 
 
 War. Say Somervile, what fayesmy loving Sontie ? 
 And by thy guefle, how nigh is Clarence now ? 
 
 Somser. At Southam I did leave him with his ferces, 
 And doe expect him here fome two houres hence. 
 
 War. Then (larence isat band, I heare his Drumme. 
 Somer, It is not hisymy Lord, heare Southam lyes + 
 The Drum you Honorheares, marcheth from Warwicke. 
 war.Who fhould that be?belike unlook’d for friends. 
 Somer. They are at hand, and you fhall quickly know. 
 
 _Martch. Flonrilh. Enter Edward, Richard, 
 and Souldsers. 
 Edw. Goe, Trumpet, tothe Walls, and found a Parle. 
 Rich. See how the furly Warvicke mans the Wall. 
 War, Oh undid fpight, is {portfull Edward come? 
 “Where fleptour Scouts, or how are they { educ’d, 
 That we could heare no newes of his repayre. 
 Edw. Now Warwicke, wilt thou ope the City Gates, 
 | Speake gentle words,and humbly bend thy Knee, 
 Call Edward King, andat his hands begge Mercy, 
 And he fhall pardon thee thefe Outrages @ 
 War. Nay rather, wiltthou draw thy forces hence, 
 Confeffe who fet thee up, and pluckt thee downe, 
 Call WarwickePatron, and be penitent, 
 And thou fhalt ftill remaine the Duke of Yorke. 
 Rich. I thought at leaft he would have faid:the King, 
 Or didhe make the Ieaft againft his will ? | 
 war. isnot a Dukedome, Sir, a goodly gift ¢ 
 Rich, 1,by my faith, for a poore Earle to give, 
 Ile doe thee fervice for fo good.a gift. 
 - Warm. Twas Ithat gave the Kingdome to thy Bro- 
 
 ther. 
 Edy. Whythen’tis mine, if but by Warwickes gift. 
 
 T he third Part of King Henry the Sixth. 
 
 war. Thou art no e4tlas for fo great aweight + 
 And Weakeling, Warwicketakes his gift agairie, 
 
 | ‘And Henry is my King ,Warwicke his Subject. 
 
 Edw. But warwickes King is &dwards Prifoner : 
 And gallant Warwicke, doe but an{wer this, 
 
 What is the Body, when the head is off? 
 
 Rich. Alas, that Warwitke had no more fore-caft, 
 But whiles he tlgught to fteale the fingle Ten; 
 The King was flyly finger'd from the Decke* 
 You left poore Henryat the Bifhops Pallace, 
 
 And tenne to one you'll meet him in the Towers 
 Edw. ’Tis evenfo, yet you are Warwioke ftill. 
 Rich. Come Warwicke, 
 
 Take thetime, kneele downe, kneele downe : 
 
 Nay when ? ftrike now, or elfe the [ron cooles. - 
 
 War. Y had rather chop thishand off atablow, | 
 
 And with the other; fling it at thy face, 
 Then beare folow a fayle, to ftrike to thee: 
 
 Edw. Sayle bow thou cankt, 
 Have Windeand Tydethy fr iend, 
 This hand, faft wound aboutthy coale-blacke hayre, 
 Shall, whiles thy head is warme, and new cutoff, 
 Write inthe duft this Sentence with thy blood, — 
 
 Wind-changing Warwicke now can changeno mores | 
 
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 Enter Oxford, with Drumme and Colowrs, 
 
 War. Ohrchearefull Colours; fee where Oxford comme’. t i 
 
 Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. 
 Rich. The Gates are open, let us enter t0o~ 
 Edw. So other foes may fet upon our backes. 
 Stand we in good array : for they no doubt 
 Will iflue out againe, and bid us battaile 5 
 If not, the City being but of {mall defence, 
 We'll quickly rowze the Traitors in the fame. : 
 War. Ohwelcome Oxford, for we want thy helpe. 
 
 Enter Monntagne, with Drumme and Colonrs. 
 
 Monnt. Mountague, Monntague, for Lancaffer. 
 
 Rich. Thou and thy Brother both hall bay this Treafon | : 
 
 Even with the deareft blood your bodyes beare- 
 Edw. The harder matcht,the greater Victory, of 
 My mind prefageth happy gaine,and Conquett- 
 Enter Semerfet, with Dremme and Colours. 
 
 Som. Somer(et, Somerfet, for Lancafter. 
 
 Rich. Two ofthy Name,both Dukes of Somerfet, — BE 
 
 Have fold their Livesuntothe Houfe of Yorke, 
 And thon fhalt be the third, if this Sword hold. 
 
 Enter Clarence; with Dramime and (olowrs. 
 
 SS oe. oe Se ees ee eS ee ee eee ee ee ee ees ss ee eee 
 
 War. Andloe, where George of (larence fweepes along 4 
 
 Of force enough to’bid his brother Battaile « 
 With whom ,an upright zealeto right, prevailes’ 
 More thenthenature of a Brothers love. 
 
 Come Clarence,come : thou wilt, if Warwicke call. 
 
 Clar.Pather of Warwicke,know you what this meanes? | 
 
 Looke here, [throw my infamy at thee : 
 
 I will not ruinate my Fathers Houte, 
 
 Who gave his blood to lyme the ftonestogether, 
 
 And {et up Lancaffer.. Why, trowelt thou, Warwickls ~ 
 That Clarence is {o harfh, foblunt, unnaturall, ~ 
 
 To bend the fatall inftruments of Warre 
 
Againtt his brother,and his lawfull King. 
 Pethaps thon wilt object my holy Oath - 
 To keepe that Oath, were more impiety, 
 Then Jephah, when he facrific’d his Daughter. 
 I am fo forry for my Trefpas made, 
 That todeferve well at my brothers hands, 
 I here proclaime my {elfe thy mortall foe : 
 With refolution, wherefoe're I meet thee, 
 (AsI willmeet thee, if thou ftirre abroad) 
 To plague thee, for thy foule mis-leading me. 
 And fo, prowd-hearted Warwicke, I defie thee, 
 And to my brother turne my blufhing Cheekes. 
 Pardon me Edward, | will make amends : 
 And Richard, doe not frowne upon my faults, 
 For I will henceforth be no more unconftante sa 
 _ _Edw.Now welcome more,and ten times more belov’d 
 Then ifthou never hadft deterv’d our hate. 
 Rich. Welcome good Clarence, this is Brother-like. 
 Warw. Oh pafling Traytor, perjur'd and nnjuft. 
 Edw. What Warwicke, 
 Wilt thon eave the Towne, and fight? 
 Or fhall we beat the Stones about thine Eares ? 
 Warw. Alas, lam not coop’d here for defence : 
 I will away towards Barnet prefently, 
 Aad bid thee Battaile, Edvard,if thou dar ft. 
 Edw. Yes Warwicke, Edward dares, and leads the way: 
 Lords to the field: Saint George, and Victory. Exeunt. 
 Marich, Warwicke and his company followes. 
 
 Alarum, and Excurfions. Enter Edward bringing 
 forthWarwicke wounded, 
 
 Edw. So,lye thouthere : dyethou,and dye our feare, 
 
 | For Marwicke was a Bug that fear’d us all. 
 | Now Mountague fit faft, [feeke for thee, 
 
 That Warwickes Bones may keepe thine company. 
 Exit. 
 War. Ah, who is nigh ? come tome, freind, or foe, 
 
 | And tell mg who is Victor, Yorke, or Warwicke ? 
 
 Why aske [ that ? my mangied body fhewes, 
 
 My Blood, my want of itrength, my ficke heart fhewes, 
 That I mutt yeeld my body to the Earth, 
 
 And by-my fall, the conqueit to my foe. 
 
 Thus yeelds the Cedar tothe Axesedge, 
 
 | Whofe Armes gave fhelter to the Princely Eagle,’ 
 
 Vnder whofe fhade the ramping Lyon flepr, 
 Whofetop-branch over-peer’d /oves {preading Tree, 
 And kept low Shrubs from Winters pow’rfull Winde. 
 
 Thefe Eyes,that now are dim’d with Deathsblack Veyle 
 
 \ Have beene as piercing asthe Mid-day Sunne, 
 
 To fearch the fecret Treafons of the World : 
 
 | The Wrinckles in my Browes, now fill’d with blood, 
 {| Were lik’ned oftto Kingly Sepulchers : 
 
 ~ | For wholiv’d King, but | could digge his Grave? 
 
 And who durft fmile,when Warwickebent his Brow ? 
 
 ~ | Lee, now my Glory fimear’din duit and blood. 
 My Parkes, my Walkes, my Mannors that I had; 
 
 Evtn now forfake me ; and of all my Lands, 
 Tsnothing left me, but my bodies length. 
 
 | Why; whatis Pompe, Rule,Reigne,but Earth and: Duft? 
 | And live we how we can, yet dye we mutt. 
 
 Enter Oxford and Somer(er. 
 
 | Som. Ah Warwicke, Warwicke, wert thou as we afe, 
 
 We might recover all our Loffe againe : 
 
 The third Part of K ing Henvy the Sixt. 
 
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 The Queene from France hath brought a puiffant power 
 Even now we heard the pewes , ah, could’ft thou flye. 
 Warw. Why then I wouldnotflye. Ah Aonntegue, 
 If thou be there, {weet brother, take my hand, 
 And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while. 
 Thou lov’ft menor; for, brother, if thou didft, 
 Thy teares wouid wath this cold congealed blood, 
 That glewesmy Lippes, and will not let me {peake. 
 Come quickly Mountague, or Tam dead, 
 Som, Ah Warwicke, Afountague hath byeath’d his laft, 
 And to the lateft gafpe, cry’d out for War wicke : 
 And {faid, Commend me to my valiant Brothers 
 And more he would have faid, and:more he {poke, 
 Which founded like a Cannon ina Vault, 
 That mought not be diftinguifhts butat lait, 
 I well might heare, delivered: witha groane; 
 O farewell Warwick. 
 War, Sweet reft his Soule : 
 Flye Lords, and fave your félves, , 
 For Warwicke bids you all farewell, to meet in’ heaven. 
 Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queenes great power. 
 Here they beare away his Body. | Exennt. 
 
 Florifh. Enter King Edwardintrinmph, with 
 Richard, Clarence, and the reft. 
 
 King. Thus farre our fortune keepes an upward courfe, 
 
 And we are grac’d with wreaths of Victory : 
 
 But inthe midft of this bright-fhining Day, 
 
 1 {py a blacke ff picious threatning Cloud, 
 
 That will encounter with our glorious Sunne, 
 
 Ere he attaine his eafefull Welterne Bed : 
 
 Imeane, my Lords, thofe powers that the Queene 
 Hath rays’din Gallia, have arrived our Coaft, 
 And, as we heare, march on to fight with us, 
 
 C/ar. A litile gale will foone difperte that Cloud, 
 And blow it to the Source from whence it came, 
 
 Thy very Beames will dry thofe Vapours up, 
 For every Cloud engenders not a Srorme. 
 
 Rich. The Queene is valued thirty thoufand rong, 
 And Semerfet, with Oxford, fled to her : 
 
 If the havetime to breathe, be well affur'd 
 Her faction wilbbe fullas ftrong as ours. 
 
 King. Weareadverfis’d by our loving friends, 
 That they doe hold their courfe toward Tewksbury. 
 We having now the beft at Barnet field, 
 Willthither ftraight, for willingnefle rids- way; 
 
 And as we martch, our ftrength wii] be augmented: 
 In every County as we goe along; 
 Strike up the Drumme, cry courage, and away, Etmnt. 
 
 Martch. Enter the Queene, young Edward, 
 Somerfet, Oxford, and 
 Souldiers. aaj 
 2u,Great Lords, wife men ne’r-fit and waile their loffe 
 Bot chearely fecke how to redrefle their harmes. 
 What though the Matt be now blowne over-boord, 
 The Cable broke, the holding-Anchor loft, 
 And halfe our Saylors fwallow’d in the flood? 
 Yet lives our Pilot ftill. Is’t meet, that he 
 Should leave the Helme, and like a fearefull Lad, 
 With tearefuil Eyes adde Water tothe Sea, 
 And give more ftrength to that which hath too much, 
 Whiles in his moane, the Ship {plits on the Rocke, 
 Which induftry and Courage might havefav’d? 
 Ah what afhame, ah what a fault were this. 
 Say Warmicke was our Anchor :. what of that ? ; 
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 And Mountague our Top-Mait: what of him? 
 Our flaught'red friends, the Tackles : what of thefe ? 
 Why is not Oxford here, another Anchor ? 
 And Somerfet, another goodly Matt? 3 BUNS 
 The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings ? 
 And though unskilfult why not 2(¢4 and I, 
 For onceallow’d the skilfull Pilots Charge? 
 We will not from the Helme, to fit and weepc, . 
 But keepe our Courfe(thoughtherough Winde fay no) 
 From Shelves and Rocks,that threaten us with Wracké. 
 As good to chide the Waves, as{peake them faire. 
 And what is Edward, buta ruthleffe Sea ? 
 What (Varence, but a Quick-fand of Deceit? 
 And Richard, but a raged fatall Rocke ? 
 All thefe,the Enemies to our poore Batke« 
 Say you can {wim, alas’tis but a while: 
 Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly finke, 
 Beftridethe Rocke, the Tyde will wath youof, 
 Or elfe you famifh, that’sa three-fold Death. 
 This {peake I (Lords) to let you underftand, 
 
 | Ifcafefome one of you would flye from us, 
 That there’s no hop’d-for Mercy with the Brothers, 
 Morethen with ruthicife Waves, with Sandsand Rocks: 
 Why courage then, what cannot be avoided, 
 ’T were childifh weakenefle to lament, or feare. 
 
 Pris. Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit,\ 
 Should ,if'a Coward beard her fpeake thefe words, 
 Infufe his Breaft with Magnanimity , 
 
 And make him, naked, foyle a manat Armes. 
 Ifpeake not this, as doubting any here: 
 
 For did I but fufpect a fearefull man, 
 
 He fhould have leave to goe away betimes, 
 Leaft in our need he might infect another, 
 And make him of like {pirit to himfelfe« 
 
 If any fuch be here, as God forbid, 
 
 Let him depart, before we neede his helpe- 
 
 Oxf. Womenand Children of fo higha courage, 
 And Warriors faint, why ’cwere perpetuall fhamee 
 Oh brave young Prince : thy famous Grandfather 
 Doth live againe in thee ; long mayftthou live, 
 
 To beare his Image, and renew his Glories. 
 
 Som. And he that will not fight for fuch a hope, 
 
 | Goe hotne ¢o Bed, and like the Owle by day, 
 If he arife, bemock’dand wondredat. 
 
 Que. Thankes gentle Somerfet, {weet Oxford thankes: 
 
 rl And take. his thankes, that yet hath nothing 
 elfe. : 
 
 Exter a Meffenger. 
 
 Meff. Prepare you Lords, for Edward isat hand, 
 Ready to fight :thereforeberefolute.. © 
 Oxf, I thought no leffe’: it is his Policy, ' 
 To hafte thus faft, to find us unprovided. 
 Som. But he’s decéiv’d, weare in readinefie. 
 Que. Thischeares my heart, to fee your forwardnefie. 
 Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile,hence we will not budge. 
 
 CMartch. Enter Edward, Richard, Clarence, 
 ana Souldiers« 
 
 Edw.Brave followers,yonder ftands the thorny Wood 
 W hichby the Heavens affiftance, and your ftrength,, 
 Mutt by the Roots be hew’ne up yet ere Night. 
 1 nced not adde more fuell to your fire, 
 For well I wot, ye blaze, to burne them out : 
 , Give fignallto the fight, and toit Lords. 
 
 The shird Part of King Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Qu. Lords,Knights,and Gentlemen »whatI fhould fay, | 
 
 My teares gaine-fay : for every word I {peake, 
 
 Yee fee I drinke the water of my eye- 
 
 Therefore no more but this : Henry your Soveraigne 
 
 IsPrifoner to the'Foe, his Stateufurpd, 
 
 His Realmea flaughter-houfe, his Subjects flaine, 
 
 His Statutes cancell’d, and his Treafurefpent « 
 
 And yonder isthe Welfe, that makes this {poyle. 
 
 You fight in Iuftice : then inGods Name, Lords, 
 
 Be valiant,and give fignallto the fight: 
 e“larum, Retreat; Excurfions,  Exeuttts 
 
 Enter Edward, Richard, Queene, Clarence, 
 
 Oxford, Somerfet» 
 
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 Edw. Now here’sa period of tumultucus Broyles. Aa 
 
 Away with Oxfordto Hames Caftle ftraight : 
 For Somerfet, off with his guilty Head. a 
 Goce beare them hence, I will not hearethem fpeake. — 
 
 Oxf, For my part, Ie not trouble thee with words. 
 
 Som. Nor I, but ftoupe with patience to my fortune. 
 Exemtt. 
 Quee. So part we fadly inthis troublous World, 
 To meet with Ioy in {weet /eru/falem. vee 
 Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Edvar 
 Shall havea high Reward, and he his Life? 
 
 Rich. It is,andloe where youthfull Edward comes». | 
 
 Enter the Prince, 
 
 Edw.Bring forth the Gallant, let us heare him {peke: 
 What? can fo younga Thorne begintopricke? 
 Edward, what {atisfaction canft thou make, =. 
 For bearing Armes; for ftirring up my fabjects, 
 Andall trouble thou haft turn’d me to? 
 
 Prin. Speake like a Subject, prowd ambitions Yorke. 
 Suppofe that I am now my Fathers Mouth, : 
 Refigne thy Chayre, and where I ftand, kneele thou, — 
 Whil tI propofe the felfe-fame words to thee, 
 
 Which (Traytor) thon would’ ft have me anfwer too | 
 | wee. Ah,that thy Father had beene forefoly a | 
 _ Rich. That you might ftill have worne the Petticoat, | 9 
 
 And ne’re have ftolne the Breech from Lancafter. 
 Princ. Let e4/ep fable ina Winters Night, 
 His Currifh Riddles forts not with this place. 
 
 Rich, By Heaven, Brat, Ile plague ye for that words | 
 
 Que. Ithou waltborne to bea plague tomen. 
 
 Rich. Fot Gods fake, take away this Captive Scold. | i 
 Princ. Nay, take away this {colding Crooke-backt,) 
 
 rather. ’ 
 
 Edw.Peace wilfull Boy, or { will charmeyour tongue: A | 
 
 Clar. Vntutor’d Lad, thouart too malaperts 
 Prin. 1 know my duty,you are all undutifull + 
 Lafcivious Edward, and thou perjur d Georges: 
 And thou mif-fhapen Dicke, I tell ye all 
 Iam your better, Traytorsas ye are. s 
 And thou ufurp’& my Fathers right and mine.’ 
 
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 Edw. Take that, the likeneffe ofthis'Rayler heres | 
 
 Stabs 
 Rich, Sprawl! ftthou ? takethat, toend thy agonys 
 setae sik 
 Clar. And ther’s fortwitting me with perjury: 
 
 Clar. Stabs hime 
 Lue. Oh, killme too. : ca 
 Rich. Marry, and fhall. Offers to killer 
 
 Edw. Hold, Richard hold;for we havedone too much | 
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 Rich: Why fhould fhe live, to fill the World with 
 words? 
 Edw. What ? doth fhe fwowne ? ufe meanes for her 
 recovery. She 
 Rich. Clarence excufe me to the King my Brother: 
 | Ile hence to London ona feriousmatter, = 
 Ere ye come there, be fure to heare fome newes. 
 -. Clar. What? what? 
 | Rich. Tower,the Tower. | «Exit. 
 Que, Oh Ned, {weet Ned,fpeake to thy Mother Boy. 
 Can’it thou not {peake 2 Traitors, Murtherers ! 
 They that ftabb’d Ce/ar, fhed no bloodatall : 
 Did not offend, nor were not worthy Blame, 
 If this foule deed were by,to equall it. 
 He was a Man; this (in refpect) a Child, 
 And Men, ne’re {pend their fury ona Child. 
 What's worfe then Murtherer, that I may name it? 
 _ | No, no, my heart will burft, and if Ifpeake, 
 | And 1 will {peake, that fo my heart may burft. 
 Butchers and Villaines, bloody Canniballes, 
 How {weet a Plant have you untimely cropt ; 
 You have no children (Butchers) if you had, 
 The thought of them would have ftirr’dup remorfe; 
 But if you ever chance to havea Childs 
 | Lookein his youth to have him fo cut off. 
 ! | Asdeathfmen you have rid this fweet young Prince. 
 King. Away with her, goe beare her hence perforce. 
 | Que. Nay, never beare me hence, difpatch me heere : 
 | Here fheath thy Sword, Ile pardon thee my death : 
 | What? wilt thou not? Then C/arence doe it thou. 
 Clar. By heaven, I willnot doe thee fo much cafe. 
 | Qu.Good Clarence doe {weet (Yarence do thou do it. 
 | © CZDid’ft thou not heare me {weare I would not do 
 | Que.J bat thou ufeft to forfwearethy felfe. (it? 
 ’Twas finbetore, but now ’tis Charity. 
 ‘What wile thou not? Where isthat divels butcher Richard 
 Hard favor’d Richard? Richard, where art thou ? 
 Thou art not heere ; Murther is thy Almefdeed. 
 Petitioner for Blood, thou ne’re pul’ ft backe. 
 Edw, Away | fay, | charge ye beare her hence. 
 Que. So come to yon,and yours, as to this Prince. 
 = Ex Qugenc, 
 Edw, Where's Richard gone. . 
 (ta, ToLondon all in poft, and asI gueffe, 
 To makea bloody Supper in the Tower? 
 dw. He's fodaine ifa thing comes in his head, 
 | Now martch we hence, difcharge the common fort 
 | | With Pay and Thankes, and let’s away to London, 
 | And fee our gentle Queene how well the fares, 
 __ | By this (Ehope) fhe hatha Sonne for me, Exit. 
 Enter Henry the fixt, and Richard, with the Lieutenant 
 on the Walls. 
 
 | oa Good day, my Lord, what at your Booke fo 
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 - | Hen. my good Lord: my Lord I fhould fay rather, 
 ¢ {Tis finne to fatter, Good was little better : 
 _ | Good Giofter, and good devill, were alike, 
 | | And both prepofterous : therefore, not Good Lord. 
 
 _ Hen.So flyes the wreakleffe fhepherd from the Wolfe: 
 So firft the harmeleffe Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece, 
 | Andnext his Throate, unto the butchers Knife. 
 | What Scene of death hath Roffius now to Acte? 
 Rich. Sufpition alwaycs haunts the guilty mind, 
 
 Rich. Sirrha, leave us to our felves, we muft conferre. 
 
 “Lhethird Part of King Henry the § in. 
 
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 The Theefe doth feare each bufh an Orticer, 
 Hen. The Bird that hath beene limed ina buth, 
 With trembling wings mifdoubteth every bufh 5 
 And I the hapleffe Maleto one {weet Bird, ; 
 Have now the fatall Object in my.eye, | 
 Whore my poore yong was limb’d,was caught,and kild. 
 ich. Why whata peevith Foole was that of Creet, 
 That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle, 
 And yet for ali his wings, the foole was drown'd. 
 Hen. \ Dedalue, tay poore Boy /carts, 
 Thy Father (Wines, thar deni’d our courfe, 
 The Sunne that fear’d the wings of my fweet Boy. 
 Thy Brother Edward, and thy felfe, the Sea 
 Whofe envious Gulfe did {wallow up his life : 
 Ah, kill me with thy Weapon, not with werds, 
 My breft can better brooke thy Daggers point, 
 Then can my eares that Tragicke Hiftory. 
 But wherefore doft thou come? Is’t for my Life? 
 Rich. Think’ft thou I aman Executioner ? 
 Hen. A perfecutor 1 am fure thouart, 
 If murthering Innocents be Executing, 
 Why then thou art an Executioner, 
 _ Rich. Thy Son Tkill'd for his prefumption. 
 Hen. Had thou bin kill’d, when firft thou 
 Thou had’ft notliv’d to kill a Sonne of mine + 
 AndthusI prophefie, that many a thoufand, 
 Which now miftruft no parcell of my feare, 
 And many an old mans figh, and many a Widdowes, 
 And many an Orphans water-ftanding-eye, 
 Men for their Sonnes, Wives for their Husbands fate, 
 And Orphans, for their Parents timeles death, 
 Shall rue the houre that ever thou was’t borne. 
 The Owle fhriek’d at thy birth, an evill figne, 
 The Night-Crow cry’de, aboding lncklefletime, | 
 Dogs howl'd, and hiddeous Tempeft fhook down Trees: 
 The Raven rook’d her on the Chimnies top, 
 And chatt’ring Pies in difmall Difcords fung : 
 Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine, 
 And yet brought forth leffe then a Mothers hope, 
 To wit, an indigefted deformed lumpe, 
 Not like the fruit of fucha goodly Tree. 
 Teeth had’ ft thou in thy head, when thou was’t borne, 
 To fignifie,thou cam’ft to bite the world : 
 And ifthe reft be true, which I have heard, 
 Thou cam ft 
 Rich. Me heareno more : we 
 Dye Prophet in thy {peech, Stabs him. 
 For this (among’ft the reft) was I ordain’d. 
 Hex, 1,and for much more flaughter after this, 
 O God forgive my finnes, and pardon thee. Dyes, 
 Rich. What ? will the afpiring blood of Lancafter 
 Sinke in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. 
 See how my {word weepes for the poore Kings death. 
 O may fuch purple teares be alway fhed 
 From thofe that with the downefall of our houfe. 
 If any fparke oflife be yet remaining, 
 Downe, downete hell,and fay I fent thee thither. 
 
 did pre- 
 (fame; 
 
 reractreete ss 
 
 Stabs him againe, 
 I that have neither pitty, love, nor feare, 
 Indeed ’tis truethat Henrie told me of: - : 
 
 Forti have often heard my Mother fay, 
 
 I came into the world with my Legs forward. 
 
 Had I notreafon (thinke ye) to make haft, 
 
 And feeke their Ruine, that ufurp’d our Right @ 
 
 The Midwife wonder’d, and the Women cride 
 
 O Iefus bleffe us, he is borne with teeth, At 
 ARS. And 
 
And fo I was, which plainely fignified, 
 
 That I fhould fnarle, and bite, and play the dogge : 
 Then fince the Heavens have fhap’d my body fo, 
 Let hell make crook’d my Mind to anfwer ite 
 
 I haveno brother, Iam like no brother : - 
 Andthis word | Love] which Gray-beards call Divine, 
 Be refident in men like one another, 
 
 And notinme : Jammy felfealone. — 
 
 Clarence beware, thou kcept’ft me from thelight, 
 But I will fort a pitchy day for thee : 
 
 For I will buzze abroad fuch Prophefies, 
 
 That Edward thall be fearefull of his life, 
 
 And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death. 
 
 King Henry,and the Prince his Son are gone, 
 (larencethy turne is next, andthenthe reft, 
 Counting my felfe but bad, till I be beft. 
 
 Ile throwthy body in another roome, 
 
 And Triumph Heary, in thy day of Doome. 
 
 Enter King, Ducene, Clarence, Richard, Haflings, 
 Nurfe, and Attendants. 
 
 King. Once more we fit in Englands Royall Throne, 
 Re-purchac’d with the Blood of Enemies: 
 What valiant Foe-men, like to Autumnes Corne, 
 Have we mow’d downe in topsof alltheir pride ? 
 Three Dukes of Somerfet, threefold Renowne; 
 For hardy and undoubted Champions: 
 Two: Ciiffords, as the Father and the Sonne, 
 And twe Northumberlands : two braver men, — 
 Ne’vre fpurr’d their Courfers at the Trumpets found. 
 Withthem,the two brave Beares, Warwickeand Mounta- 
 That in their Chainesfetter'dthe KinglyLyon, (gue, 
 And made the Forreft tremble when they roar’d. 
 
 Exit. | 
 
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 ‘The third Part of K ing Henry the Sixt. 
 
 Thus have we fwept Sufpition from our Seates: 
 And made our foot{toole of Security. 
 Come hither Beffe, and let me kiffe my Boy: 
 
 Yong Ned, for thee, thine Vuckles, and my felfe, F 
 
 Havein our Armors watcht the Winter night, 
 
 Wentallafoote in Summers {calding heate, = =. 
 That thou might’ft repoffeffe the Crowne in peacey | 
 
 And of our Labours thou fhalt reape the gaine. 
 Rich. te blaft his Harveft, if your head were laid, 
 For yet I am not look’d on in the world. ) ae 
 This fhoulder was ordaia’d fo thicke, to heave, 
 And heave it fhall fome waight, or breake my backe; 
 Workethou the way, and that fhaltexecute. 
 King. Clarence and Glofter, love my lovely Queene, 
 And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both. 
 (lar. The duty that I oweunto your Majefly, 
 I Sealeupon the lips of thisfweet Babes 
 Clar.T hankes Noble Clarence, worthy brother 
 Ri. And that Ilove the tree from whencethou ff 
 Witneffe the loving kifle I givethe Fruite: 
 
 | To fay the truth, fo Judas kift his mafter, 
 
 And cryedall haile, when as he meant all harme : 
 King. Now amI feated as my foule delights, 
 
 _ Having my Countries peace, and brothersloves. — 
 
 Clar. W hat willy our Grace have done with 
 Reynard her Father, to the King of France 
 Hath pawn’d the Sicils and Jerufalem, 
 And hither have they fent it for her ranfome. - 
 
 King. Away with her, and waft her henceto Fra 
 And now what refts, but that we {pend thetime — 
 With ftately Triumphes, mirthfull Comicke fhewe: 
 Such as befits the pleafure ofthe Court. 
 Sound Drummes and Trumpets, farewell fowre 
 For heere I hope begins ourlaftingjoy. Ex 
 
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 agvedy of Richar 
 
 vvith the Landing of Earle Richmond, and the 
 - Bateellat Bofworth Field. 
 
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 Third : 
 
 eA dus Primus. ScenaPrima. 
 
 Enter Richard Duke of Glofter, foius. 
 
 92 Ow isthe Winter of our Difcontent, : 
 
 & Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke : 
 R And ail the clouds that lowr'’d upon our houfe 
 In the deepe bofome of the Ocean buried. 
 
 | Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes, 
 
 Oar bruifed armes hung up for Monuments; 
 
 | Oar fterne Alarums chang’d to merry Meetings ; 
 
 Our dreadfull Martches, to delightfull Meafures. 
 
 _ | Grim-vifag’d Warre,hath {mooth’d his wrinkled Front: 
 | Androw, in {teed of mounting Barbed Seeds, 
 
 To fright the Soules of fearefull Adverfaries, 
 
 _ | He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber, 
 
 Tothe lafcivious pleafing ofaLure. 
 
 But I, that am not fhap’d for {portive trickes, 
 Nor madetocourtan amorous Looking-glaffe ; 
 
 I, that am Rudely ftampt, and want loves Majelty. 
 
 | To ftruc beforea wanton ambling Nymph : 
 
 I, that am curtail’d of this faire Proportion, 
 Cheated of Feature by diflembling Nature, } 
 | Deform’d, unfinith’d,fent before my time 
 Iptothis breathing World, fcarfe halfe made up, 
 And that fo jamely and unfafhionable, 
 | That dogges barke at me, as I hale by them: 
 é; inthis weake piping time of Peace) 
 
 Havenodelight to paffe away the time, 
 
 Vnleffe to fee my Shadow inthe Sunre, 
 
 _ | And defcant on mine owne Deformity. 
 
 » And therefore, fince I. cannot prove a Lover,. > 
 Toentertaine thefe faire well poken dayes, 
 lam determined to provea Viilaine, 
 And hate the idle pleafures of thefe dayes. 
 Plots have I laide, Inductions dangerous, 
 BY drunken Prophefies,Libels, and Dreames, 
 ‘To fet my Brother (Zarence and the King 
 In deadly hare. the oneagainft the other ; 
 
 : | And if King Edward be as trucand juft, 
 
 Aslam Subtle, Falfe,and Treacherous, 
 
 | This day fhou'd Clarence clofely be mew’d up : 
 | About a Prophefie, which fayes that G, 
 | Of Edwards hey res the murtherer fhallbe- 
 ~ | Dive thoughts downe tomy foule, here Clarence comes. 
 
 op @nter Clarence, and Brakenbury, guarded. 
 
 Soh >, 
 
 That waites upon your Grace ? 
 (%. His Majettic tendring my perfonsfafety, 
 Hath appointed this Conduét,to convey meto th'Tower, 
 Rich, Vpon what caufe? 
 Cla. Becaufe my name is George. 
 Rich. Alacke my Lord, that fault is none of yours: 
 He fhould for that commit your Grandfathers. 
 
 ‘| O belike, his Majefty heth fome intent, 
 
 That you fhould be new Chriftned in the Tower. 
 
 But what's the matter Clarence, may I know 2 
 Cla. Yea Rar when I know : but I proteft 
 
 AsyetI dont: Butas Icanlearne,, 
 
 He hearkens after Prophefies and Dreames, 
 
 Aad from the Croffe-row pluckes the ietter G : 
 
 And fayes, a Wizard told him, that by G, 
 
 His iffue difinherired fhould be. 
 
 And for my name of George begins with G, 
 
 If followes in his thought that 1 am he. 
 
 Thefe (as 1 learne) and fuchlike toyes as thefe, 
 
 Hath moov’d his Highneffe to commit me now. 
 
 Rich. Why thisit is,when men are rul’d by Women: 
 
 ‘Tis not the King that fends you tothe Tower, 
 
 My Lady Grey his Wife, (Varence’tis the, 
 
 That tempts him to this harfh Extremity. - 
 Was it not the, and that good man of Worfhip, 
 Anthony Woodville her Brother there, 
 That made him feud Lord Ha/fings to the Tower ? 
 From whence this prefent day he is delivered. 
 Weare not fafe (/arence, we are not fafe, 
 
 (44. By heaven, I thinke there is no man fecure 
 Butthe Queenes Kindred, and nigbt-walking Heralds, 
 That trudge betwixt the King, and Miltris Shore. 
 Heard you not what an humble Suppliant 
 Lord Haftings was, for his delivery 2 
 
 Rich, Humbly complaining to her Deitie, 
 
 Got my Lord Chaniberlaine his liberty. 
 
 lle tell you what, [thinke it is our way, 
 
 If we will keepe in favour with the King, 
 
 Tobe her men, and weare her Livery: 
 
 The jealous ore-worne Widdow, and her felfe, 
 
 Since that our Brother dub’d them Gentlewomen, 
 
 Are mighty Goffips in our Monarchy, 
 Bra. 1 befeech your Graces both to pardof me, 
 
 His Majefty hath ftraightly given in charge, 
 
 That no man fhall have private Conference 
 
 __ | Brother, good day : What meanestbisarmed guard... | (Of what degreefoever) with y c Brother. ak 
 Ne) Skee : : : ots 
 
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 Rich, Evento ,and pleafe your Worthip Brakenbury, 
 You may partake of any thing we fay: 
 
 We fpeake no Treafon man; We fay the King 
 Is wife and verteions, and his Noble queene 
 Well ftrooke jn yeeres, faire and not jealious. 
 Wefay,that Shores Wife hatha pretty Foot, 
 A cherry Lip, a bonny Eye, pafling pleafing tongue : 
 And thatthe Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes. 
 How fay you fir? can you deny all this? 
 
 Bra. With this (my Lord) my felfe have nought to 
 d 
 
 ot. 
 Rich. Naught to doe with Miftris Shore? 
 Itelithee Fellow, he that doth naught with her 
 (Excepting one) were beft to doe it fecretly alone. 
 Bra. What one,my Lord? 
 Rich. Her Husband Knave, would’ft thou betray me ? 
 Bra. Ido befeech yout Grace 
 To pardonme, and withall forbeare 
 Your Conference with the Noble Duke. : 
 Cla. We know thy charge Brakenbury, and will obey. 
 Rich, We are the Queenes abjects,and mutt obey- 
 Brother farewell, I will unto the King, 
 And whatfoere you willimploy mein, 
 Were it ro call King Edwards Widdow, Sifter, 
 I will performe it to infranchife you. 
 Mcane time, this deepe difgrace of Brotherhood, 
 Touches me deeper then you can imagine. 
 Cla. Uknow it pleafeth neither of us well. 
 Rich. Well, your imprifonment fhall not be long, 
 I will deliver you, or elfe lye for you: 
 Meanetime have patience « 
 Cla. 1 mutt perforce: farewell. Exit Clar. 
 Rich. Go tread the path that thou fhalt ne’re return: 
 Simple plaine Clarence, 1 do love thec fo, 
 That I will fhortly fend thy Soule to Heaven, 
 If Heaven willtake the prefent at our hands, 
 But who comes heere? the new delivered Hastings? 
 
 Enter Lord Hastings, 
 
 Haft, Good time of day unto my gracious Lord, 
 Rich. As much unto my good Lord Chamberlaine : 
 Wellare you welcometo thisopen Ayre, 
 How hath your Lordfhip brook’d imprifonmenté 
 Hast. With patience (Noble Lord) as prifoners muft: 
 But I hall live(my Lofd)to give them thankes 
 That were the caufe of my imprifonment. 
 
 Rich, No doubt, no doubt, and fo fhall C/arence too, 
 For they that were your Enemies, are his, 
 And have prevail’d as much onhim, as you. 
 
 Haft. More pitty, that the Eagles fhould be mew’d, 
 Whiles Kites and Buzzards play at liberty. 
 
 Rich. What newes abroad ? 
 
 Hast, No newes fo bad abroad, as this at home: 
 The King isfickly, weake and melancholly, 
 And his Phyfitians feare him mightily. 
 
 Rich. Now by Saint Iohn, that newes is bad indeed. 
 O he hath kept an evill diet long, 
 And over-much confam’d his Royall Perfon + 
 Tis very greevous to be thought apom 
 ‘Where is he, in his bed? 
 
 Hast. Heis. 
 
 Rich. Go you before, and I will follow you. 
 Exit Hastings. 
 He cannot live I hope, and muft not dye, 
 
 Till Georgebe-pack’d with poft-horfe up to Heaven. 
 
 The Lifeand Death of Richard the T bird. | 
 
 - Prodigeous, and untimely broughtto light, 
 . And that be Heyreto his unhappineffe-' 
 
 _ Then Iam made by my young Lord, and thee. Ae i 
 _ Come now towards Chertfey with your holy Lode, 
 
 / 
 
 Hein to urge his hatred more to C larence, 
 
 With Lyes well fteel’d with weighty arguments, 
 And if I faile notin my deepe intent, 
 
 Clarence hath not another day tolive: 
 
 Which done, God take King Eawardtohismercy, 
 And leave the world for me to bufsle in, 
 For then, Ile marry Warwickes youngeft daughter, 
 What thongh I kiil’d her Husband, and her Father, 
 The readieft way to make the Wench amends, 
 Is tobecome her husband and her Father: 
 The which will I, not all fo much for love, 
 
 As for another fecret clofe intent, 
 
 By marrying her, which I muft reach unto. 
 But yet I run before my horfe to Market : 
 Clarence {till breathes, Edward ftilllives and reignes, 
 When they are gone, then muft count my gaines, Exit 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 ——— 
 
 Enter the ( oarfe of Henrie the fixt with Halberds to gard i 
 Lady Anne being the Mourner, % 
 
 eA nue. Set downe, fet downe your honorable load, 
 If Honor may be fhrowded in a Herfe ; 
 Whil'ft Ta-while obfeqvioufly lament 
 Th’ untimely fall of Vertuous Lancafter, 
 Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King, 
 Pale afhes of the Honfe of Lancafter ; 
 Thou bloodleffe Remnant of that Royall Blood, 
 Be it lawfull that I invocate thy Ghoft, 
 To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne, 
 Wife tothy Edward, to thy flaughtred Sonne, he 
 Stab’d by the felfefame hand that made thefe wounds. 
 Loe, inthefe windowes that let forth thy life, Pe 
 Ipowre the hel plefle Ealme of my poore eyes. 
 Ocurfed be the hand that made thefe holes: 
 Curfed the heart, that had the heart to do it: 
 Curfed the Blood, that let this blood from hence: 
 More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch 
 That makes-us wretched by the death of thee, 
 Then I can wifh to Wolves, to Spiders, Toades, 
 Or any creeping venom’d thing thatlives, 
 If ever he have Childe , Abortive beit, 
 
 Whele ugly and unnaturall Afpet 
 May fright the hopefull Mother atthe view, 
 
 If ever he have Wife, let her be made 
 More miferable by thedeath of him, 
 
 Taken from Paules, to be interred there. 
 And ftillas you are weary of this waight, 
 Reft you, whiles I lamentKing Henries Coarfe: 
 
 Enter Richard Duke of Glofter. 
 
 Rich. Stay youthat beare the Coarfe, & fet itdowsee | 
 en, What blacke Magitian conjuresup this Fiend, | 
 To ftop devoted charitable deeds 2 
 Rich. Villains fet downe the Corfe; or by'S: Patil, ~ | 
 Tlemake a Coarfeof him thatdifobeyess © | 
 
Gen. My Lord ftand backe, and let the Coffin paffés 
 |. Rich, Vumanner’d Dogge, 
 * | Stand thou when I commaund : 
 M_| Advance thy Halbert higher then my brett, 
 
 Or by S. Paul Ile ftrike thee to my Foote, 
 
 _ | And {purne upon thee Begeer for thy boldneffe. 5 
 | Anne. What do you tremble ? are you all affraid ? 
 i | Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortall, 
 _ | And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Divell. 
 Avant thondreadful! minifter of Hell ; 
 Thou had’ft but power over his Mortall body, 
 
 | Hisfoule thou canftnot have : Therefore be gone. 
 
 | Rich, Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not fo curt. 
 ig | dn. Foule Divell, 
 ie For Gods fake hence, andtrouble us not, 
 
 _ | Forthou haft made the happy earth thy Hell : 
 i Fill'd it with curfing cries, and deepe exclaimes : 
 FE If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds, 
 _{ Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries. 
 | OhGentlemen, fee, fee dead Henries wounds, 
 __ | Open their congeal'd monthes , and bleed afrefh. 
 
 _ | Bluth, blath, thou lumpe of foule Deformiitic : 
 ri ’ For “tis thy prefence that exhales this blood ; 
 
 " | From coldand emptyVeines where no blood dwels; 
 | | Thy deeds inhumane and unnaturall, 
 yy | Provokesthis Deluge moft unnatural. 
 ~ | OGod ! which this Blood mad’ ft, revenge his death : 
 | O Earth ! which this Blood drink’ft, revenge his death. 
 _| Either Heav’n with Lightning ftrikethe murth’ rer dead. 
 | Or Earth gape open wide, and eatehim quicke, 
 | As thou doft fwallow up this good Kings blood, 
 7 _| Which his Hell-govern'd arme hath butchered. 
 
 "| Rich. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity, 
 
 _| Which senders good for bad, Bleflingsfor Curfes. 
 
 | || ex. Villaine,thou know’ft nor law of God nor Man A 
 % | NoBcaft {0 fierce, but knowes fometouch of pitty. 
 ce | Rich. But I know none, and therefore am no Beatt, 
 i | Am. O wonderfull, when divels tell the truth ! 
 ff | Rich. More wonderfull,when Angels are fo angry : 
 i | Vouchtafe (divine perfection of a Woman) 
 i | Ofthefe fuppofed Crimes, to give meleave 
 it’ | By circumttance, but roacquit my felfe. 
 
 — Smee 
 
 | 4a. Vouchfafe ( defus’d infection ofa man ). 
 i, | Ofthefe knowne evils, but to give me leave 
 ia, } By circumftance, ro curfé thy curfed Selfe. 
 » | Rich. Fairerthen tongue can name thee, let me have 
 i Some patient ley{ure to excufe my felfe. 
 ) | 4”. Fouler then hearecan thiakethee, 4 
 | Thou can’{t make no excufe currant, € 
 f; 4 But tohang thy félfe. ’ 
 | Rich. By fucledefpaire, I thonld aecnfe my felfe. 
 | An. And by defpairing fhalt thou ftand excufed, 
 +} For doing worthy Vengeance on thy felfe, 
 ,_ | Thaedid‘tt unworthy flaughter upon others. 
 i _ Rich. Say that I flew them not. 
 | _e4n. Then fay they were not flaine : 
 
 4 Butdead they areyand divellith flave by thee: 
 P } Rich. Tdid not kill your Husband. : 
 
 |’ da. Why thenhe isalive. 
 
 | Rich. Nay, he isdead, and flaineby Edwards hands. 
 || 4a. In thy fonle throat'thon Ly’tt,» i 
 yh | Queene Margarer faw 
 i y | Thy murd’rons Faulchion fi tmoaking in his blood 3: 
 | The which; thou once didd’ft bend againit her breft, 
 
 v But that thy Brothers beate afide the point. vaste 
 i" | Rich. Twas provoked by her fland’rous tongue, >. 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the Thid 
 
 That laid their guile, npon my giiltleffe. Shoulders.’ 
 
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 e4n. Thou was't provoked by thy bloody minde, 
 That never dream’ft on ought but butcheries ; 
 Did’ thou not kill this King? 
 
 Rich. graunt ye. - ) 
 
 4m, Do'lt grant me Hedge-hogge, 
 
 Then God grant me too 
 
 Thou may'ftbe damned for that wicked deedes 
 
 O be was gentle, milde, and vertuous, 
 Rich. The better for the King of heaven that hath 
 An. He isin heaven where thou fhalt never come 
 ee Let him thanke me, that holpe to fend hi 
 
 ther: 
 
 For he was fitter for that place thenearth. 
 efm. Ard thou unfit for any place but hell. S 
 Rich. Yes one placcelfe,ifyou will heare mename: 
 An, Some dangeon. sie 
 Rich. Your Bed-chamber. 
 An, Ulreft betide the chambet where thon lyeftscs = 
 Rich, So will it Madam, till ¢ lye with yous oe 
 An. Thopefo. 
 Rich. Tknow fo. But gentle Lady Anne, 
 
 To leave this keene encounter of our Wits, 
 
 And fall fomething intoa flower method, 
 
 Is notthe caufer ofthetimeleffe deaths 
 
 Ofthefe Plantageness, Henrie and Edward, 
 
 As blamefill as the Executiones? 
 
 An, Thou was’tthe caufe, and molt accurft effet. 
 Rich. Your beauty was the canfe of that effect : 
 
 Your beauty,that did haunt me in my fleepe, 
 
 Toundertake the death of all the world, 
 
 So I might live one houre in your {weet bofomes 
 
 _ 4a.\f I thought thar, 1 tell thee Homicide, 
 Thefe Nayles fhould ren that beauty from my Cheekes. 
 Rich. Thefe eyes could not endure pbeauties wrack,. 
 
 You fhould not biemith it, if | ftood by ; wa. 
 
 Asall the world is cheared by the Sunne, 
 
 So.I by that : Itismy day,my life. ne 
 
 An. Blacke night ore-fhade thy day, & death thy life. 
 Rich. Curfe not thy felfe faire Creature, 
 
 Thouart both, | Higk: 
 en, I would I were, tobe reveng’d on thee. 
 Rich. Ic is aquarrell moft unnatura'l, 
 
 To be reveng’d on him that loveth thees: 
 
 An. It isa quartell juftand reafonable,. 
 
 To be reveng’d on hiaythat kill’d m y Husband. . 
 Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband, 
 
 Did it to helpe thee toabetter husband. 
 efx. His betver doth not breathe upon the earths. 
 Rich. He lives, that lovesthee better then he could.. 
 An. Name him. . dit 
 Rich. Plantagenet, ; 
 
 An. Why thatwas he, AH 
 Rich. The felfefame name, but one of better Nature. 
 An. Whereis he? OG 918s 
 
 * Hoste es. 5. a . Spits at him, 
 
 Why doft thou {pit at me: oe 
 An. Would it were mortall poyfon, for thy fake. 
 Rich, Never came poyfon from fo fweet aplace,” 
 An, Never hung poyfon ona fowler Toade. » 
 
 Out of my fight, thou dof inte@ mine eyes... - 
 Rich. Thine eyes ({weet Lady) have infected mine. 
 An. Would they were Bafiliskes, to ftrike thee dead. 
 Rich. I would they were, that I might dye at once ; 
 
 For now they kilf me witha living death, 2) 
 
 Thofe eyes of thine, from mine have drawne {alt Teares 3; 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the hird. 
 
 For divers unknowne Reafons, 1 befeech you; 
 Grant me this Boon. 
 
 Sham’d their Afpeéts with ftore of childith drops : 
 Thefeeyes, which never fhed remorfefull teare, 
 No, when tny Father Yorke, and Edward wept, 
 Toheare the pittious moane that Rutland made 
 When black-fac'd Clifford fhook ¢ his {word at him. 
 Nor when thy Warlike Father likea Childe, 
 Told the fad ftorie of my Fathers death, 
 And twenty times, made paufe to fob and weepe 
 That ali the ftanders by had wet their cheekes 
 Like Trees bedath’d withraine: in that fad time, 
 My manly eyes did fcorne an humbie teare : 
 ‘And what thefe forrowes could not shence exhale, 
 Thy Beauty hath, and made them blinde with weeping. 
 I never fued to Friend, nor Enemy : 
 My Tongue could never learne {weet {moothing word. 
 Butnow thy Beauty ispropos'd my Fee, 
 My proud heart {ues, and prompts my tongue to fpeake. 
 She lookes fcornefully at him. 
 Teach not thy lip fiich Scorne ; for it wasmade 
 For kiffing Lady, not for fuch contempt. 
 If thy revengefull heart cannot forgive, 
 Loe heere 1 lend thee this fharpe-pointed Sword, 
 Whichif thou pleafeto hide in this true breft, 
 And let the foule fourth that adoreth thee, 
 I lay it naked to the deadly ftroke, 
 And humbly begge the death upon my knee- 
 He layes his bre{t open, fe offers at it wath bis [words 
 Nay do not panfe : For I did kill King Hemie, 
 But twasthy Beauty that provokedme. 
 Nay now difpatch :’"Twas I that ftabb’d yong Edward, 
 But twas thy Heavenly face that fet me on. 
 She fals the Sword, 
 Take up the fword againe, or take up me. 
 Ans Arife Diflembler, though I with thy death, 
 I willnot be thy Executioner. 
 
 Rich. Then bid me kill my felfe, and I will do it. 
 
 An. Thave already. 
 
 Rich. That was in thy rage : 
 
 Speakeiit againe, and even with thy word, 
 
 This hand, which forthy love, did killthy Love, 
 Shall for thy love, killa farre truer Love,. 
 
 To both their deaths thalt thou beacceflary- 
 
 An. Ywould I knew thy heart- 
 
 Rich. *Tis figur’d in my tongues 
 
 es. I feare me, both are falfe. 
 
 Rich. Then never Man was trues 
 
 An Well, well; put up your Sword. 
 
 Rich. Say then my Peace is made. 
 
 An, That thaltthouknow heereafter. 
 
 Rich. But fhall I live in hope? 
 
 Aun, AllmenT hope live fo. 
 
 Vouchfafe to weare this Ring. 
 
 Rich. Looke how thy Ring incompafleth my Finger, 
 Evenfo thy Breftiaclofeth my poore heart: 2 
 Weare bothofthem,forboth of them are thine. 
 And if thy poore devoted Servant may 
 But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, 
 
 Thou dof confirme his happyneffe for ever. 
 
 An. Whatisit? a a oe 
 
 Rich. That it may pleafe you leave thefe fad defignes, 
 To him that hath moftcaufe to bea Mourner,’ | 
 And prefently repayre to Crosbie Houfe : 
 
 Where (after I have folemnly interr’d 
 At Chertfey Monatt’ry this Noble King, 
 
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 And wet his Grave with my Repentant Teares). i 
 
 I will with all expedient duty fee you. - 
 
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 | He be at Charges for a looking-glafle, 
 
 ‘An. Withall my heart and muchit joyes me too, cit 
 
 To fee you are becoine fo penitent. 
 Tre(fel and Barkley, goalong withme- _ 
 
 Rich. Bid me farewell. ¥ 
 An. *Tis more then you deferve: Ue 
 
 But fince you teach me how to flatter you, 
 Imagine I have faid farewell already. 
 
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 Exit two witheAune. | 
 Got. Towards Chertfey, Noble Lord ? ae 
 RickNow to White Friars, thereattend my comming | 
 
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 Exit Coarfe, | 
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 But the plaine Divell and diffemblinglookes? 
 And yet to winne her? All the worldto nothings ( 
 Hah ! yf 
 Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince, : 
 Edward, her Lord whom I (fome three raoneths fince 
 Stab’d in my angry mood, at Tewkesbery ¢ 
 A fweeter andalovelier Gentlaman, \ 
 Fram’d in the prodigallity of Nature : a2) Ue 
 
 Yong, Valiant, Wife,and (nodoubt) right Ro 
 
 The {pzcions word cannot againe afford: - 
 And will fhe abafe her eyes onme, | 
 That cropt the Golden prime of this fweet Prince, h 
 And made her Widdow toa wofullBed? = 
 On me, whofe All net equals Edwards Moytic? ft 
 On me,that halts, andam mifhapenthus? = 
 
 My Dukedome, toa Beggerly denier ! Bs | 
 I do miftake my perfon all this while: y 
 
 V pon my life the findes (alchongh J cannot) 
 
 My ielfe to be amaru’ilous proper man. 
 
 And entertaine a {core or two of Taylors, 
 
 To ftudy fafhions toadorne my body: 
 
 Since I am crept in favour with my felfe, 
 
 I will maintaine it with fomelittlecoft, 
 
 But firft Ie turne yon fcliow in his Grave, 
 
 And then returne lamenting to my Love. Bx 
 Shine ont faire Sunne, till | have boughta glaffe, 
 That I may fee my Shadowas | pafle. Exit 
 
 aoe toed & os 
 
 ScanaT ertia. 
 
 Enter the Queene Mother, Lord Riwers, ‘ 
 
 Riw,Have patience Madam,there’sno doubt hisMa | 
 Will foonerecover bis accuftom’dhealth. 
 Gray. Inthat you brooke it ill, it makes him wows 
 Therefore for Gods fake entertaine good comfort, 
 
 And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes 
 "Qu. Ithe were dead, what would betideon me? 
 
_ Ayming(belike) at your interior hatred , 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the Third. 
 
 Gray. Noother harme,but loffe of fuch a Lord. 
 
 £22. The loffe of fucha Lord, includes al! harmes. 
 
 Gray. The Heavens have ble ft you with a goodly Son, 
 To be your Comforter, when he is gone. 
 
 f/4 Ah! he is yong; and his munority~ 
 Is put unto the truft of Richard Glouster, 
 A man that loves not me, nor none of you. 
 
 Riv. sit concluded he hall be protector ? 
 
 Qu. It is determin’d, not concluded yet : 
 _ But {0 it mutt be, if the King mifcarry. 
 
 Enter Buckingham and Derby. 
 
 Gray-Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby, 
 
 Buc. Good time of day unto your Royall Grace. 
 
 Der. God make your Majefty joyfull,as you have bin. 
 
 Qu, The Counielle Richmond, good my L.of Derby. 
 To your good prayer, will {carfe y fay, Amen. 
 
 | Yet Derby, notwithftanding fhee’s your wife, . 
 
 And loves not me, be you good Lord affur’d, 
 Phate not you for her proud arrogance. 
 
 Der. I dobefeech you, cither not beleeve 
 The envious flanders of her falfe Accufers : 
 
 | Or if the be accus’d on true report, 
 
 Beare with her weakueffe, whichJ thinke proceeds 
 
 From wayward fickneffe , and no grounded malice. 
 Lu. Saw youthe King to day my Lord of Derby? 
 Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I, 
 
 Are come from vifiting his Majefty. 
 Qu. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords? 
 Buc. Madam good hope, his Grace {peakeschearfully- 
 Qu, God grant him health,did you confer with him? 
 Bue. I Madam, he defires to make attonement. 
 
 | Betweene the Duke of Glonfter, and your Brothers, — 
 
 And betweene them, and my Lord Chamberlaine, 
 And {ent to warne them ro his Royall prefencc. 
 
 Qu. Would all were well, but thar will never be, 
 I teare our happinefle isat the height. 
 
 Entcr Richar de 
 
 _ Rich. They do me wrong, and f will notindure it, 
 Who is it that complaines untothe King, 
 That I (forfooth) am fterne, and love them not ? 
 By holy Paué, they love his Grace but lightly, 
 That fill his cares. with {uch diffentious Rumorss 
 Becaufe I cannot flatter, and. looke faire, 
 
 Sinilein mens faces, {mooth, deceive, and cogge: 
 Ducke with French nods,and Apithcurtefie, 
 Imuft be helda rancorous Enemy, 
 Cannota plaine man live, and thinke no harme, 
 But thus his fimple crath amftbe abus'd, 
 
 } With filken; flye, infinuating Iackes ? 
 
 Grey.To whom itvall this prefence{peakes yout Grace? 
 Rich. To thee, that haft nor honefy, nor Grace t 
 
 | When have] injur'd thee? Whendone thee wrong ? 
 
 Or thee ? or thee? or any of your Faction ? 
 
 (Whom God preferve better then you would with) 
 Cannot be quiet {carfe a’ breathing while, 
 
 But you mutt trouble him with lewd complaints. 
 
 _ Qu. Brother of Glofter, you miftake the matter: 
 The King on-his owne Royall difpofition, 
 
 (And. not provok’d by any Sutor elfe) 
 
 | Aplague upon you all. His Royall Grace 
 
 | And then deny her ayding hand therein, 
 
 © | Thenhis, orthines > * ie eek 
 
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 That in your outward action thewes it felfe 
 Againft my Children, Brothers,and iy Selfe, 
 Makes him tofend, that he may learne the ground. » 
 
 Ksch. I cannot tell, the world is growne to bad, 
 
 That Wrens make prey; where Eagles dare not pearch. 
 Since everie lacke became a Gentleman, ee te0 
 There's many a gentle perfon made a Iacke. 
 
 24. Come, come, we know your meaning Brother 
 Youcavy my advancement, and my friends:  Glofter, 
 God grant we never may have neede of you. 
 
 Rich. Micane time, God grants that I have need of you. 
 Our Brother is imprifon’d by your meanes, 
 
 My felfe difgrac’d, and the Nobilirie 
 
 Held incontempt, while great Promotions 
 
 Are daily given toennoble thofe 
 
 That fcarfe fome two dayes fince were worth a Noble, 
 2, By him that rais’d me'to this carefull height, 
 
 From that contented hap which I injoy’d. 
 
 I never did incen{e his Majeftie 
 
 Againft the Duke of (Yarence, but have bin 
 
 Ancarneft advocate to plead for him. 
 
 My Lord youdo me fhamefull injurie, 
 
 Falfely to draw mein thefe vilefufpeds. 
 
 Rich, You may deny that you were not the meane 
 Of my Lord Hfings. late imprifonment. 
 
 Riv, She may my Lord, for 
 
 Rich. She may Lord Rivers, why who knowes not fo? 
 She may do more fir then denying that ¢ 
 She may helpe you to many faire preferments, 
 
 And lay thofe Honors om your highdefert. 
 What may fhénot, fh: may, 1 marrie may the; 
 ‘Riv. What marrie may fhe? 
 
 Rieh. What marrie may fhe? Marrie with a King, 
 A batcheller, anda handfome ftripling too, : 
 T wis your Grandam had a worler match, 
 
 24. My Lord of Gloutter, I have too long borne 
 Your blunt upbraidings, and-your bitter {coffes : 
 By heaven, I will acquaint his Majeftic 
 Of thofe groffe taunts that oft I have'endur’d. 
 1 had rather be aCountrie fer vant maide 
 Then a great Queene, with this-condition, 
 Tobe fo baited, feorn’d, and ttormedat, :29 ‘tee. 
 Small joy have Lin being Englands Qutene, nec? 
 
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 Enter ol Q ugene Margaret.’ 
 me 
 
 (Mar. And lefned:be that {mall God I tefeech him) 
 
 ‘Thy honor, ftate; and feate, isdueto mes .2codsou ) 
 Rich. What ?>threar you me with telling of the King ? | 
 
 I will aveuch’rin prefence of rhe King : jaoithta ¥ 
 
 I dare adventure to be fent toth’ Poiverur! ‘ baasa 
 ’Tistime to {peake, ; ssid snoaeyaiatlaestie? ail | 
 a egriiee a:oe ome ba: eudedintacn Boaucnst’ 
 
 | Margaret. Divelty oei9 cis 300 ,BoD bat 
 Idoremember themtoo!welb: 0? 202 >. @ 
 
 Thou killd’tt my Husband Hewie'in the Tower, 9S 
 And Edward my poore Son, at ‘Tewkesbury. «9 9) 3 01 
 Riel. Ere you were Queene 22 oer eh 
 I, or your Husband Kitigs 2 jou no 
 1 was.a packe-hosf in his greavatairesy oie 
 A:weeder out of his proud Adverfaties," 
 A liberall rewarder-of his Friends, >.>» | 
 To royalize his blood, Tfpent mine'owne, net ba 
 Margaret. Tand mach better blood ITED CPST 
 
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 Rich. Inall whichtime, you and your Husband Grey 
 Were factions, for the houte of Lancaster ; 
 And Rivers, fo were you: was not your Husband, 
 In CUVargarets Battaile, at Saint e4/bons, flaine? 
 Let me put in your mindes, if you forget 
 What you have beene ere this, and what youare: 
 Withall , what I have beene and what I am. 
 2.M. A murth’ rons Villaine, and fo ftillthou art. 
 Rich. Poore (larexce did forfake his Father Warwicke, 
 I, and forfwore himfelfe (which Iefu pardon. ) 
 2.M. Which God revenge. 
 Rich. To fight on Edwards partic, for the Crowne, 
 And for his meede, poore Lord, he is mewed up + 
 I would to God my heart were Flint, like Edwards, 
 Or Edwards foft and pittifull, like mines 
 I am too childith foolifh for this World. 
 QM High thee to Hell for fhame,& leave this World 
 Thou Cacodemon, there thy Kingdome is. 
 Riv. My Lord of Glofter : in thofe bufie dayes, 
 Which here you urgé, to prove us Enemies, 
 We follow’d then our Lord, our Soveraigne King, 
 So fhould we you, if you fhould be our King. 
 Rich. 1f1 fhould be ? 1 had rather bea Pedler: 
 Farrebe it from my heart, the thought thereof. 
 Qu, Asiittle joy (my Lord) as you fuppofe 
 You fhould enjoy, were you this Countries King; 
 _As little joy you may fuppofe in me, 
 4 That I enjoy, being the Queene thereof. 
 2M. A little joy enjoyesthe Queene thereof, 
 For I ain fhe and altogether joyleffe - 
 I can no longer hold me patient. 
 Heare me, you wrangling Pyrates that fall out, 
 In fharing that which yon have pill’d from me : 
 Which of you trembles not, that lookes on me ? 
 If not, that I am Queene, you bow like Subjects ; 
 Yet that by you depos'd, you quake like Reblls. 
 Ahgentle-Villaine doe not turae away. (fight? 
 Rich.Foule wrinckled Witch, what mak’ft thou in my 
 9.M, But repetition of whatthouhaft marr'd, 
 That will I. make,before I let thee goe. 
 
 Rich, Wert thou not banifhed on paine of death? 
 
 9.M. 1 was:butl doe find more paine in banifhment, 
 Then death can yeeld me here, by abode. 
 
 A Husband anda Sonne rhou owt to me, 
 And thou a Kingdome ; all of you allegeance ¢ 
 This Sorrow. thatI have, by right is yours, 
 And all the Pleafures you ufurpe are mine. 
 
 Rich. ThéCurfe my Noble Father layd onthee, 
 When thoudidf Crown bis Warlike Brows with Paper, 
 And withthy fcornes drew’ ft rivers from his eyes, 
 And then to dry them, gav ‘ft the Duke a.Clowt, 
 | Steep’d inthe fauleleffe blood of prettie Rutland : 
 | His Curfes then, from bitternefle of Soule, 
 
 Denounc’d againft thee, are talneupon thee 
 
 And God, not we, hath plagu’d thy bloody deed. 
 
 2Qu.So jult is God, to right the mnocents: 
 Haft. ©, wwas the foulett deed to flay that Babe, « « 
 And the moft mercileffe that ere was heard of b 
 Riv. Tyrants themfelves wept) when it was reported. 
 Dorf, Noman but prophecied revenge for it. ] 
 Buck, Northumberland, then prefent wept tofecit. 
 QM. What? were you {narling all before I came, 
 
 Ready to catch each other by the throat, 
 
 And turne you alyour hatred nowonme? -~ 1 
 
 Did Yorkes dread Curfe prevaile fo much. with Heaven, 
 
 That Henries death,my lovely Edwards deaths ign 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the Third. 
 
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 Their Kingdomes loffe,my wofull banifhment, 
 Should all but anfwere for that peevith brat 2 
 Can curfes pierce the Cloudes and enter Heaven? 
 Why then give way dull Cloudes to my quicke Curfes, 
 Though not by warre, by Surfet dye your King, 
 As ours by Murther, to make him a ‘King, 
 Edward thy Sonne, thatnow is Prince of Wales, 
 For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales, 
 Dyeinhis youth, by like untimely violence. 
 Thy felfea Queene, for me that was a Queene, 
 Out-live thy glorie,like my wretched felfe : 
 Long may’{t thou live,to waile thy Childrens death, 
 And {ee another, as I fee thee thee now, 
 Deck’d in thy Rights, as theu art ftali’d in mines 
 Long dye thy happie dayes, before thy death, 
 And after many length’ned howres of griefe, 
 Dye neither Mother, Wife, nor Englands Queene. 
 Rivers and Dorfer, you were ftanders by, 
 And fo waft thon, Lord Haftengs, when my Sonne 
 Was ftab’d with blaody Daggers: Ged, I pray him, — 
 That none of you may live his naturallage, , 
 But by fome unlook’d accident cut off. ‘ 
 Rich.Have done thy Charme,) hateful wither’d Hagge. 
 Q.44.And leave out thee? ftay Dog, for } fhalt heareme, 
 If Heaven have any grievous plague in ftore, 
 Exceeding thofe that I can wifhupon thee, 
 O let them keepe it, till thy finnes be ripe, 
 And then hurle downe their indignation M, 
 On thee,the troubler of the poore Worlds peace. 
 The worme of Contcience ftill begnaw thy Soule, 
 Thy Friends fufped forTraytors while thon liv it, 
 And take deepe Traytors for thy deareft Friends; 
 No fleepe clofe up that deadly Eye of thine, 
 Vuileffe it be while fome tormenting Dreame 
 Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Divells. 
 Thou elvith mark’d, abortive rooting Hogge, 
 Thou that waft feal'd in thy Nativitie 
 The flave of Nature, and the Sonne of Hell : 
 Thou flander of thy heavie Mothers Wombe, 
 Thou loathed Iflue of thy Fathers Loynes, 
 Thou Ragge of Honor, thou detefted. 
 Rich. “Margaret. 
 2.M. Richard. 
 QM. I call thee not. 
 Rich. I cry thee mercie then : for Idid thinke, 
 That thou hadft call’d me all thefe bitter names. 
 Q6MU.Why fol did, but look’d for noreplys 
 Oh let me make the Period tomy Curfe. 
 Rich. "Tis done by me, and ends in Adargaréte . 
 2.Thus have you breath’d your curfe againft your felf. 
 
 Rich, Hae 
 
 Why ftrew’ft thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider). 
 
 Whofe deadly Web enfnareth thee about ? ae 
 
 Foole, foole, thou whet’tta Knife to kill thy felfe: 
 
 The day will come, that thou fhalt with for me, 
 
 To helpethee curfethis poyfonous Bunch-backt Toade. 
 Haé¥.Fal(e boding Woman,end thy franticke Curfés _ 
 
 Leafttothy harme, thou move our patience. 
 
 Rs. Were you wel fery’d,you would be taught your 
 2.M.T0 ferve me well,you all fhould doe me 
 
 O ferve me well, and teach your felyesthat duty. 
 ‘Dorf. Difpute not with her, fhe is lunaticke. 
 
 - QM. Peace mafter Marqueffe, yonare malaperty 
 
 Your fire-new ftampe of Honor is{carce curtante’ 
 
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 2.Ad,Poore painted Queen, vain flourifh ofmy fortune, |. | 
 
 2.M.¥oule fhame upon you,you have all nora : 
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 Teach meto be your Qneene, and you my Subjeéts+ | 
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O that your young Nobilitie can judge 
 | What ’twere to lofe it, and be miferable. ; 
 - They that ftand high, have many blafts to fhake them, 
 And if they fall; they dath themfelves to peeces. 
 2h Good counfaile marry, learne it, learne it Mar- 
 quefie, 
 _ Dor. {t touches you my Lord,as much as me. 
 Rich, I,and much more : but I was borne fo high : 
 | Oar ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top, 
 And dallics with the winde,and {cornes the Sunne. 
 Alar. And turnesthe Sun to fhade : alas, alas, 
 Witneffe my Sonne now in the fhade of death, 
 | Whofe bright out-fhining beames, thy cloudy wrath 
 
 ey Hath in cternall Darkenefle folded up. 
 i, | Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nett : 
 t | OGod that feeft irdo not {utter it, 
 i | As itis wonne with blood, loft be it fo, 
 3 Buc. Peace, peace for fhame: If not for Charity. 
 ye Mar. Vrgeneither charity, nor fhame to me: 
 | | Vacharitably with me have you dealt, 
 
 And fhamefully my hopes (by you) are batcher’d. 
 My Charity is outrage, Life my fhame, 
 And in that fhame, ftilllive my forrowes rage. 
 | . Bac. Have done, have done. 
 (Mar. O Princely Buckingham, Ile kiffe thy hand, 
 In figne of League and amity with thee : 
 Now faire befall thee, and thy Noble houfe: 
 Thy Garments are not {potted with our blood 
 Nor thou within the compafle of my curfee 
 Buc. Nor no one heere: for Curfes never pafle 
 The lips of thofé that breathe them in the ayre. 
 Mar 1 willnot thinke but they afcend the sky, 
 | And there awake Gods gentle fleeping peace. 
 O Buckingham, take heede of yonder dogge : 
 Looke when he fawnes, he bites; and when he bites, 
 | His venom tooth will rankle to the death : 
 Have not todo-with him ,beware of him, 
 _ | Sinne, death, and. hell have fet their markes on him, 
 | And all their Minifters attend on him. : 
 _ Rich. Wha doth the fay,my Lord of Buckingham ? 
 ~ Bac Nothing that I refpe& my gracious Lords 
 Mar. What doft thon fcorne me 
 For my gentle counfell ? 
 And footh the diveil that I warne thee from. 
 O but remember this another day : 
 When he fhall {plit thy very heart with forrow : - 
 And fay (poore Margaret) wasaProphetefle: » 
 Live each of you the fubjects to his hate, 
 And he to yours, and,all of yowto Gods.; Exit, 
 Bus, My haire doth ftandian end to:heare her curfes, 
 Riv. And fodoth mineyl male why the’sat liberty, 
 _ Rich. U cannot blame her, by Gods holy mother, 
 | She hath had .too.much wrong, and Lrepent 
 | My part thereof, that I have done to her. 
 | Mar, Lnever did herany to my knowledge. 
 Rich. Yet you have all the vantage of ber wrong; 
 ' | Lwastoo hot, to doe fome. body good, 
 ei That istoo cold inthinking of it now : 
 s for Clarence, he is well repayed 
 frank’d up to fatting for his paines, 
 God pardon them, that are the caufe thereof. 
 | | Rew, A vertuous,andja Chriftian like conclufion; 
 ¢ | To pray forthear that have done {cath to us. 
 4 Bib, So do Lever, being well advis’d. 
 Speakes to bim/elfe. 
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 ie The Life and Death of Richard the Third. . oS 
 
 Enter Catesby. 
 
 CC ates. Madam, his Majeity dothcall for you, 
 And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord. 
 Qu. (atesby I come, Lords will you go with me. 
 Riv. We wait upon your Grace, 
 Excennt all but Glofter. 
 Rich. I do the wrong, and firft begin to brawle. 
 The fecret Mifcheefes that | fet abroach, 
 I lay unto the greevous charge of others. 
 Clarence, whom | indeede bave caft in darkneffe, 
 Ido beweepe to. many fimple Gulls, 
 Namely to Derby,Haftings, Buckiagham, 
 And tell them ’tis the Queene, and her Allies, 
 That ftirre the King againft the Duke my Brother. 
 Now they beleeve it, and witha!l wher me 
 Tobe reveng’d on Rivers, Dorfit,Grey. 
 But then I figh, and witha peece of Scripture, 
 Tell them that God bids us doe good'for evill : 
 And thus I eloathe my naked Villanie 
 With odde old ends, ftolne forth of holy Writ, 
 Andfeemea Saint, when moft I play the divell. 
 
 Enter 1wo murtherers. 
 
 But foft, heere come my executioners, 
 How now my hardy ftout refolved Mates, 
 Are you now going to difpatch this thing ? 
 
 Oi. Weare my Lord, and come to have the Warrant, 
 That we may be admitted where he is. 
 
 Rich, Wellthought upon, 1 have it heere about me : 
 When yon have done, repayre to (rosby place ; 
 But firs be fodaine in the execution, 
 Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade ; 
 For Clarence is well {poken, and perhappes 
 May move your hearts to pitty,ifyou marke him. 
 
 Vil. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not {tard to prate,i 
 Talkers are no good dooers,be aflin’d : 
 Wego toufe ourhands,and not our tongues. 
 
 Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-ftones, when Fooles eyes 
 fall Teares; 
 I like you Lads; about your bufinefle fraight. 
 Go, go, difpatch. se 8 
 
 Us, We will my Noble Lord. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Clarence and Keeper, mm 
 Keep. Why lookes your Grace 0 heavily today? 
 (la, Osi have paft amiferable night, 
 So full of fearefull Dreames, of wgly fights, 
 That as [am a Chriftian faithfull man, 
 I would not {pend another fucha night 
 Though ‘twere to buy a world of happy dayes : 
 So fall of difmall terror was the time. 
 Keep.What was your dream my Lord,I pray ycutel me. - 
 ,Cla.Me thoughts that I had broken fromthe Tower, 
 And was embark’d tocroffe to Burgundy, 
 And inmy company my Brother Glontter, 
 Who from my Cabin tempted metowalke, 
 Vpon the Hatches: There we look’d toward England, 
 And cited up a thoufand heavy times, 
 
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 During the warres of Yorke and Lancafter 
 
 That had befalne us us. As he pac’d along 
 
 Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches, 
 
 Me thonghe that Glofter ftumbled, and 1n falling 
 Strooke me (that thought to ftay him) over-boord , 
 Into the tumbling billowes of the maine. 
 
 O Lord, me thought what: paine it was todrowne, 
 What dreadfull noyfe of water in mine eares, 
 
 What fights of ugly death within mine eyes- 
 
 Me thoughts, I faw a thonfand fearefull wrackes : 
 A thoufand men that fifhes gnaw’d upon: 
 
 Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heapes of Pearle, 
 Ineftimable Stones, wnvaiewed Iewels, 
 Allf{catterred in the bottome of the Seas 
 
 Some lay in dead-mens Sculles, and in the holes 
 Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept 
 (As ’twere in {corne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes, 
 Thatiwoo'd the flimy bottome of the deepe, 
 
 And mock’d the dead bones that lay {catered bys 
 
 Keep. Had you fuchleyfurein the time of death, 
 Togaze uponthefefecretsof the deepe? 
 
 Cia. Me thought I had, and often did I ftrive 
 To yeeld the Ghoft : but ftillthe envious Flood 
 Stop’d in my foule, and would not let it forth 
 To find the empty, vaft, and wand’ring ayre : 
 
 But finother’d it within my panting buike, 
 Who almoft burft, to belch itin the Sea. 
 
 Keep. Awak’d you not in thisfore Agony? 
 
 Clar. No,no,my dreame waslengthen’d after life. 
 Othen, began the Tempeft to my Soule, 
 
 1 paft (me thonght) the Melancholly flood, _ 
 With that fowre Ferric-man which Poets write of, 
 Vnto the Kingdome of perpstuall Night. 
 
 The firft that there did greet my Stranger-foule, 
 Was my great Father-in-law renowned Warwicke, 
 Who fpake alowd: What {courge for Perjurie, 
 Can this darke Monarchy afford falfe Clarence? 
 And fo he vanifh’d. Then came wand’ring by, 
 
 A Shadow like an Angell, with bright hayre 
 Dabbel’d in blood, and he thriek’d out alowd 
 Clarence is come, fal{c, fleeting, perjur’d Clarence, 
 That ftabb’d me in the field by Tewkesbury: 
 
 Seize onhim Furies, take him unto Torment. 
 With that (me thought) a Legion of foule Fiends 
 Inviron’d me, and howled in mine €ares 
 
 Such heddeous cries, that with the very Noife, 
 
 I (trembling) wak’d, and fora feafon after, 
 
 Could not beleeve, but that I was in Hell, 
 
 Such terrible Impreflion made my Dreame. 
 
 Keep. No marvell Lord, though it affrighted you, 
 Tam affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it. 
 
 Cla. AhKeeper, Keeper, 1 have done'thefe things 
 (That now give evidence againft my Soule ) 
 
 For Edwards fake,and {ee how herequites me. 
 O God | if my deepe prayres cannot appeafe thee, 
 But thou wilt beaveng’d on my mifdeeds, 
 Yet execute thy wrath inme alone: 
 O {pare my guiltlefle Wife, and my poore childrens 
 Keeper, I prythee fit by mea-while, 
 My foule is heavy, and I faine would ficepe. 
 Keep. 1 will my Lord,God give your Grace good reft. 
 
 Enter Brakenbury the Lievtenant. 
 
 Bra. Sorrow breakes Seafons, and repofing houres, 
 Makes the Night Morning, andthe Noon-tide night : 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the T bird. : 
 
 Princes have but their Titles for their Glories, = | 
 An outward Honor, for an inward Toyle, } 
 And for unfelt Imaginations 
 
 They often feele a world of reftleffe Cares : 
 So that betweene their Titles, and low name, 
 There’snothing differs but the outward fames 
 
 thou hither. 
 
 ther on my Legges, 
 
 Let him fee our Commiffion,andtalke no more. Reads | 
 
 The Noble Duke of C/arenceto your hands. 
 I will not reafon what is meant heereby, 
 
 There lies the Duke afleepe, and therethe Keyes. 
 Tle to the King, and fignitie to him, 
 That thusI have refign’d to you my charge. 
 
 Fare you well. 
 
 ment day. 
 » 1 Why then hel fay, we ftab’d him fleeping, 
 
 kinde of remorfe in me. 
 
 But to be damn’d for killing him, from the which ~ 
 No Warrant can defend me. = > 
 
 I hope this paffionate humor of mine,will change; 
 It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty. 
 
 entertaine it. 
 
 Aman cannot fteale, but it accufeth him: A man cannot 
 Sweare, but it Checkes him ; A man cannot lye with 
 Neighbours Wife, butit deteéts him. *Tis a blufhin 
 fhamefac’d {pirit , that mutinies ina mans bofome? 
 ae a ors - Obftacles. It'made me once reftore 4 
 Purfle o that (by chance) I found: It beggars 
 
 j man that keepes it re turn’d out of Townes toh 
 ties for a dangerous thing ,and every man that meatsto 
 
 live well, endevourstotruftto himfelfe, and live prth- 
 outit. ak 
 
 Entor two'Murtherers. 
 
 1. Zur. Ho, who's heere? 
 Bra. What would ft thou Fellow ? And how camm’ft 
 
 2. Afur. 1 would fpeake with (Varence,and Icamehie | } 
 
 Bra.W hat fo breefe? 
 I. ‘Tis better (Sir) then to be tedious: 
 
 Bra. lamin this,commanded to deliver 
 ecaufe I willbe guiltleffe ftom the meaning. 
 
 Exit, | 
 I Youmay fir,’tis apoint of wifedome : Pere 
 2 What;fhall we ftab him as he fleepes. 
 
 I No: hee’l fay ‘twas done cowardly »whenhe wakes, | 
 2 Why he fhallnever wake ; untill the great Indge- ) 
 
 2 The urging ofthat word Judgement, hath breda ; ; 
 
 t What ?art thon affraid ? 
 2 Not to kill him,havinga Warrant. 
 
 1 I thought thou had’it bin refolute. pa | 
 2 Sol aaa, to let hiin live. ee 
 1 Ile backe to the Duke of Glonfter, and tell him fo, 
 2 Nay, Iprythee ftay a little: 
 
 1 How do'ft thon feele thy felfe now? byt 
 2 Some certaine dregges of confcience areyet’ with 
 
 in me. I 
 r Remember our Reward, when the deed’sdone. ” ! 
 2 Come, he dies: I had forgot the Reward. “Time | 
 1 Where’s thy confcience now. ee i 
 2 O,in the Duke of Glofters purfes gh 
 1 When he opens hispurfeto give us our Reward, | J 
 thy Confcience flyes out. “gk 
 
 2 Tisno matter,letus goe :There’s few oruone will | 
 
 1 What if it come totheeagaine ? 2 
 2° Ilenot meddle with it, it makes aman a Coward: 
 
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 I. ’Tis even now at my elbow, perfwading me not to | Forin that finne, he isasdeepeasT. 
 
 kill the Duke. : 
 2, Take the divell inthy minde,and beleeve him not: 
 
 | diBe would infinuate with thee but to make thee figh. 
 
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 1 Iam ftrong fram’d, he cannot prevaile with me. _ 
 2 Spoke like a tall man, that refpects thy reputation. 
 Come, hall we fallto worke ? 
 
 | 1 Take him onthe Coitard, withthe hiltes ofthy’ 
 _ | Sword,and then throw him into the Malmefey-Butte in 
 
 the nextroome. . 
 
 2 Oexcellent device; and make a fop of him: 
 
 1 Soft, he wakes. 
 
 2 Strike. 
 
 1 No, we'll reafon with him. > 
 
 Cla. Where art thou Keeper? Give mea cup of wite. 
 
 2 You fhall have Wine enough my Lord anon. 
 
 Clar. In Gods name, whatart thou ? 
 
 1 Aman, as youare. 
 
 Clar. But not as 1 am Royall: 
 
 I Noryouas weare, Loyall. 
 
 Cl«.Thy voycé is thunder,but thy lookes are humble. 
 
 I My voyce is now the Kings,my lookes mine owne, 
 __ Cla, How darkly, and how deadly doeft thou fpeake ? 
 Your eyes doe menace me : why looke you pale ? 
 
 Wholent you hither ? Wherefore doe you come ? 
 
 2 TO, tO, tO cmmmmmomme 
 
 Cla. To murther me? 
 ; Both. 1,1. i 
 
 Clar. Yon icarfely have the hearts to tell me fo, 
 And therefore cannot have the hearts to doe it: 
 Wherein my friends have I offended you ? 
 
 1 Offended usyou have not, but the King- 
 
 Clar. I fhall be reconcil'd to him againe. 
 
 2 Never my Lord, thereforeprepareto dye. . . . 
 ' Clar. Are you drawne forth among a world of men 
 
 | Toflay the innocent ? What ismy offence ? 
 Where is the Evidence that doth accule me? 
 
 Whar lawfull Queit have giventheir Verdict up. 
 Vnto the frowning Iudge ? Or who prononne'd 
 The bitter fentence of poore ¢ Varence death ? 
 Before 1 be convict by courfe of Law , 
 To threaten me with death, is moft unlawful. 
 I charge you, as you hope for any goodnefle, 
 That you depart, and lay no hands on me : 
 The deed you undertake is damnable. 
 I What we will doe we doe upon command. 
 2 And he that hath commanded, is our King. 
 .Cla. Erroneous Vaflals, the great King of Kings 
 
 _| Hath in the Table of bis Law commanded 
 _ | Thatthou fhall doe no marthery Wiilyou then 
 
 _ | Spurne at his Edict, and fulGlia Mans? 
 
 Take heed : for he holds Vengeance in his hand 
 
 _ | To hurleupon their heads that breake his Law- 
 
 2 And that fame Vengeance doth he hurle on thee, 
 
 For falfe forfwearing, and fer murther too : 
 Thou did't receive the Sacrament .to fight 
 
 In quarsellof the Houfe of Lancafter.. 
 1 And like a Traitortothe nameofGod, 
 
 A | Die’tbreake that Vow,and with thy treacherous blade, 
 
 | Varip’ft the Bowels of thy Sou’raignes Sonne. 
 
 | # Whom thou was’t {worne to cherifh and defend. 
 
 I How canft thou urge Gods dreafull Law tous, 
 
 # 4 Whenthou haft broke it infuch deere degree? . 
 
 (lar. Alas | for whofe fake did I that ill deed? 
 
 ji er ; For Edward. for my Brother 2 for his fake, 
 
 He fends younot to murther me for this: 
 
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 If God will be avenged for thedeed, 
 
 O know you yet , he doth it publiquely: 
 Take not the quarrell from his powrefull arte : 
 He needs no indirect, or lawlefie courfe , 
 
 To cut off thofé that have offended him... 
 
 1 Who made thee then a blondy minifter, 
 When gallant {pringing brave Plantagenet, 
 That Princely Novice was ftrucke dead by thee ? 
 
 (%. My Brothers love, the Divell, and my Rage: 
 
 1 Thy Brothers Love, our Duty, and thy Faults, 
 Provoke us hither now, to {laughter thee. 
 
 Cla. If you doe love my Brother, hate not me ¢ 
 
 Tam his brother, and I love him well. 
 If youare byr’d for meed, go backe againe, 
 And I will fend you to my Brother Gloutter ; 
 Who fhall reward you better for my life, 
 Then Edward will for tydings of my death. 
 
 2 Youare deceiv’d, 
 
 Your Brother Gloufter hates you. 
 
 Cla. Ohno,be loves me, and he holds me deere : 
 Go youto him from me. 
 
 1 Ifowe will. 
 
 Cla. Tell him, when that our Princely Father Yorke ff 
 Bleft his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme, 
 He little thought of this divided Frieadthip : 
 
 Bid Gloufter thinke on this, and he will weepe. 
 t I Milftones, as heleffoned usto weepe. 
 Cla. O donot flander him, for heis kinde, 
 1 Right, as Snow in Harveft: 
 
 Come, you deceive your felfe, 
 
 *Tis he that fends ustodeftroy you heere. 
 
 Céa, Itcafinot be, for he bewept my Fortune, 
 And huge’d me in his armes,and {wore with fobs, 
 
 - That he would labour my delivery. 
 
 1 Why fo he doth,. when he delivers you 
 From thisearths thraldome, to the joyes of heaven. 
 2 Make peace with God, for you muft die my Lord. 
 (4a. Have you that holy feeling in your foules, 
 To counfaile me to make my peace with God, 
 Andare youyet to your owne foules fo blinde, 
 That you wil wazre with God,by murd’ring me? 
 O firs confider, they that fet you on aie 
 To do this deede, will hate you for the deede. 
 2 What hall wedo? es 
 Cla, Relent,and fave your foules: 
 
 - Which of you, if you were a Princes fonne, 
 
 Being pent from Liberty, as] am now, 
 Iftwo {uch murtherers as your {elves came to you, 
 Would not jntreat for life, as you would begge 
 Were you in my diftreffe. 
 1 Relent? no: ’T1s cowardly and womanifh, 
 (“as Not to relent, is beaitly, favage ,divellith. 
 My Friend, I {py fome pitty.ia thy lookess 
 O, ifthineeye:benota flatterer,* . 
 Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me, » 
 A begging Prince, what begger pitties not? 
 2 Lookebehinde you,my Lord... . tS aa 
 Take that,and that, ifallthiswillnotdo, Stabs him. 
 Ie drowne you inthe Malmefey-But within. Exit. 
 2 Abloody deed, and defperately difpatcht: 
 How faine (like Pilate) would I wathmy hands 
 Of this mott greevous murther. Enter 1. Adurthever \ . 
 1 How now ? what mean’ft thou that thou help’ft me . 
 not?By heaven the Dake fhall know how flacke you 
 have beene- : 
 
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 2. Mar.I would he knew that I had fav’d his brother ; 
 Take thou the Fee, arid tell him what I fay, 
 For I repent me that the Duke is flaine. 
 
 1. Maur, So doe not 1: goe Coward as thou art. 
 Well, lle goe hide the body in fume hole, 
 Till that the Duke give order for his burial : 
 And wheni have my meede, I will away; 
 For this will out, and then I maft not ftay. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit, 
 
 Attus Secundus. Scena Primae - 
 
 Flourifh. 
 Enter the King fickc, the Queene, Lord Marquelfe 
 Dorfit, Rivers, Hastings, Catesbys - 
 Buckingham, Weodviil. 
 
 King. Why fo:now have I donea good dayes worke. 
 You Peeres, continue this united League : 
 levery day expect an Embaflage 
 From my Redeemer,to redeeme me hence. 
 And more to peace my foule fhall part to heaven, 
 Since Lhave made my Friends at peace on earth. | 
 Dorfet and Rivers,take each others hand, 
 Diffemble not your hatred, Sweare your love. _ 
 Riv.By heaven, my foule is purg’d trom grudging hate, 
 And withmy hand { feale my crue hearts Love. 
 | Hast. Sothrive 1, asItruly fwearethelike. 
 King, Take heed you dally not before your King, 
 Left he that is the fupreme King of Kings 
 Confound your hidden falfhood, and award 
 Either of you to be the others end. 
 Haft. So profper I, as fweare perfect love., 
 Riv. And I, as llove Hafsmgs with my heart. 
 King. Madam, your felfc is not exempt from this: 
 | Nor you Sonne Dorfer, Buckigham nor you ; 
 You haye beene factious one againft the other. 
 Wife, love Lord Haftings,let him kifle your hand, 
 And what you doe docit unteignedly. 
 Que. There Hastings, | willnever more remember 
 Our former hatred, fothrive I, and mine. 
 King. Dorfet,imbrace him : 
 Hastings, love Lord Marqueffe. 
 Dor, Thisinterchange of love, I heere proteft 
 | Vpon my part, fhall be inviolable. 
 Hast. And fo fweare I. 
 King. Now Princely Buckingham, {eale thou thisleague 
 | Withthyembracements to my wives Allies, 
 And make me happy in your unity. 
 Buc. Whenever Buckingham doth turne his hate 
 Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious love, 
 Doth cherifh you, and yours, God punifh me 
 With hate in thofe where I expect moft love, 
 When I have moft need to imploy a Friend, 
 And moft affured that he isa Friend, ; 
 Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, 
 Beheuntome: ThisdoeI begge of heaven, 
 When I amceld in love, to you, or yours. Exsbrace. 
 King. A pleafing Cordial, Princely Buckingham 
 Isthisthy Vow, untomy fickely heart . 
 There wanteth now our brother Glofter heere, 
 To make the bleffed period of this peace. . 
 Buc. Andin good time, 
 Heere comes Sir Richard Ratchffe, and the Duke. 
 
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 __ | My brother kilt'd no man, his fault was Thought, ” 
 
 Enter Ratcliffe, and Glofter. ah 4 
 
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 Rich.Good morrow to my Soveraigne King & Queeng ‘ 
 And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day + Let 
 King. Happy indeed, as we have {pent the day: 
 Giofter, we have done deeds of Charity, Mi 
 Made peace of enmity, faire love of hate, ie 
 Betweene thefe {welling wrong incenfedPeeres, | 
 Rich. A bleficd labour my moft SoveraigneLord; | 
 Among this Princely heape, if any heere Oe 
 By falte intelligence, or wrong furmize 
 Hold mea Foe: if unwillingly, or in my rage, © 9 
 Haue ought committed that is hatdly borne, =) 
 Toany in this pretence, I defire is 
 To reconcile me to his friendly peace: bg 
 ‘Tisdeath to me to be at enmity: 
 I hate ig, and defire all good mens love, 
 Fird Madam,| intreate true peace of you, 
 Which I will purchafe with my dutions fervice. ~~ 
 OF you my Noble Cofin Buckéngham, BA 
 Ifever any grudge were lodg’d’betweeneus. By 
 Of you and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorfet, i 
 That all without defert havefrown’d onme? 
 Of you Lord Woodvild, aud Lord Seales of you, 
 Dukes, Earles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all. 
 I dee not know thar Englifhman alive, : 
 With whom my foule is any jot at oddes, 
 More then the infant that is borne to night: 
 I thanke my-God for my Humility. we 
 Que. A holy: day fhail thisbe kept hereafter: ~ 
 I would to God ali ftrifes were well compounded. 
 Ny Sovereigne Lord, i doebefecch your Highnefle 
 To take our brother Clarenceto your Graces © 
 Rich. Why Madam, have Loftred love for this, 
 To be fo flowted in rhis Royall prefence? be | 
 Who knowesnot that the gentleDake is dead? Thy | 
 You doe him injury tofcorne his Coarfe. all Start, | 
 King, W.boknowes not he isdead ? ae 
 Who knowes he is ? 
 Que, All-feeing heaven, what a world is this? 
 Buce Looke Ifo pale Lord Dorfer, asthe reft?. i 
 Dor. I my good Lord; and no man inthe prefence, | 
 But his red cotour hath forfooke his cheekes: | 
 King. 1s (larence dead? The order was reverft. 
 Rich. But he (poore man) by your firft order dyed, 
 And thata winged Mercury did beare : 
 Some tardy Cripple bare the Countermand, 
 That come too lagge to fee him buried, gti: 
 | God grant, that {ome leffe Noble, and leffe Loyall, — , 
 Neerer in bloudy thoughts, and notin blood, 
 } Deferve not worfethen wretcl.ed Clarence did, 
 | And yet goe currant from fufpition. bees 
 
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 Enter Earle of Derbys wa 
 
 Der. A boone my Soveraigne for my fervicedones 
 King. I prethee peace, my fouleis full of forrow. 
 Der. I will not rife, unleffe your Highnes heare mes 
 
 | King. Then fayat once, what is it thou requetts. 
 | Der. The forfeit (Soveraigne) of my fervants life, 
 | Who flew to day a RiotousGentleman, © 9 
 Lately attendant onthe Duke of Norfolke, 9 
 | Kéng. Have latonguetodoome my Brothers | 
 | And thall that tongue give pardontoa flave? — 
 
 | And yet his punifhmentwasbitter death* 
 
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 Whofued to me for him? Who (in my wrath) 
 Kneel’d at my feetsand bid me be advis’d? _ 
 Who fpoke of Brotherhood? who fpoke in love? 
 Whotold me how the poorefouledid forfake 
 The mighty Warwicke,and did fight for me: 
 Whotold me in the Field at Tewkesbury, 
 When Oxford had mie downe;he refcued me: 
 And faid deere Brother live ,and be a King? 
 Who told me, when we both lay in the Fie!d, 
 Frozen (almoft) to death, how he did lap me 
 Even in his Garments, and did give himfelfe 
 (Allthin and naked)to the numbe coide night? 
 Allthis from my Remembrance, brutith wrath 
 Sinfally pluckt,and nota man of you 
 Had fo much grace to put it in my minde. 
 But when your Carters, or your waiting Vaflalls 
 Have donea drunken Slaughter, aud defac’d 
 The precious Image of our deere Redeemer, s. 
 You fraight are on your knees for Pardon, pardon, 
 And J (unyuftly too) muft grantit you. 
 But formy Brother,not a maf would fpeake, 
 NorI (ungzacious) {peake unto my felfe 
 For him poore Soule. The proudeft of you all, 
 Have beene beholding to him in his life : 
 Yet none of you, would once begge for his life. 
 
 q OGod ! I feare thy juftice willtake hold 
 
 On me, and you ; and mine, and yours for this. 
 Come Haftings helpe me to my Cloflet. 
 Ahpoore Clarence, Exeunt fomewith K.c Oucen. 
 Rich. This isthe fruits of rafhnes; Markt you nor, 
 How that the Kindred of the Queene 
 ‘Look’d pale, whenthey did heare of Clarence death ? 
 O ! they did urge it ftill unto the King, 
 God will revenge it. Come Lords will you goe, 
 To comfort Edward with our company ? 
 Buc. We waitupon your Grace. Exeunt. 
 
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 ” Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter the old Durcheffe of Yerke, with the two 
 children of Clarence. 
 
 Edw. Good Grandam tell us, is ong Father dead? 
 _ Duch. No Boy. 
 Dangh.Why do you weepe fo oft? And beat your Breft? 
 And cry, O Clarence, my unhappy. Sonne? 
 Boy. Why do youlooke onus, and {hake your head, 
 Andcallus Orphans, Wretches, Caltawayes, 
 
 | Ifthat our Noble Father were alive ? 
 
 Dat. My pretty Cofins, you miftake me both, 
 
 | Ido lament the ficknefle of the King, 
 
 Asloath ro lofe him, not your Fathers. death; 
 
 } It were Joft forrow to waile onethat’s loft. 
 
 29+. Then you conclude, ( my Grandam ) he isdead:: 
 The King mine Vackle isto blame for it, 
 God will revenge ir, whom I will importune 
 
 . With earneft prayers,all to that effect, 
 
 Daugh. And fo will I. 
 
 ‘| Dut. Peace children,peace,the King-dothlove you wel: 
 
 | Incapable and fhaliow Innocents, 
 
 __ | Youcannotgueffe who. cauf’d your Fathers death; 
 
 am wecan :for my good VnkleGlofter 
 
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 Told me, the King provok’d to it by the Queene} = +> | 
 Devis'd impeachmentste imprifon him ; | 1s 
 And when my Vackle told me fo, he wept; 
 
 And pittyed me, and kiridly kaft my checke: 
 Bad me rely on him, as on my Father, 
 And he would love me deerely asachildes: ! 
 
 Dut. Ah | that deceit fhould fteale fuch gentle thape, 
 
 _And with a vertuons Vizor hide deepevices 
 He is my fonne, I, and therein my fhame, 
 Yetfrom my dagges, he drew not this deceit. 
 
 Bey. Thinke you my Vakledid diflemble Grandam? 
 
 Dat. I Boy. r 
 
 Boys I cannotthinke it. Harke, what noifeis this ? 
 
 Enter the Queene with her haire about ber ear 55 
 Rivers & Dorfer after ber. 
 
 24, Ah! who hall hinder me to waile and-weeepe? 
 To chide my Fortune, and torment my Selfe- 
 Tle joyne with blacke defpaire againft my Soule, 
 And tomy felfe become an enemie. 
 Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience ? 
 Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence. 
 Edward my Lord, thy Sonne,our King is dead. 
 Why grow the Branches, whenthe Roote is gone? 
 Why wither not the leaves that want their fap ? 
 Ifyou willlive, Lament : if dye, be breefe, 
 That our fwift winged Soules may catch the Kings, 
 Or like obedient Subjes follow him, 
 To his new kingdome of ne’re-changing night. 
 Det. Ah,fo much intereft have I in thy forrew, 
 As [had Title inthy Nobile Husband; 
 Ihave bewepta worthy Husbands death, 
 And liv’d with looking on his Images : 
 But now two Mirrors of his Princely femblance, 
 Arecrack’d in pieces, by malignant death, . 
 And I for comfort, have but one falle Glaffe, 
 That greeves me, when [fee my {hame imhim: > | 
 Thou art a Widdow : yet thonart a Mother, «| ~ 
 And haft the comfort of thy Childrendeft, © (05°! 
 But death hath fhatch’d my Husband from mine Armes, 
 And pluckttwo Crutches from my feeble hands; 
 Clarence, and Edwards O, what cauie have I; 
 (Thine being but-amoity-of my moane) oe 
 Toover-go thy woes, and drowne my cries) !o biol yi 
 Boy. Ah Aunt’! you wept not for yong Pathers death: 
 How can weayde you with our Kindred teares ? 
 Dangh. Our fatherlefle diftreffe was lef unmoan’d, + 
 Your widdow-dolour, likewife beunwept. 00 
 Ou. Give me no helpe in Lamentation, v2 
 Tam not barren to bring forth complaints: 211) ya bn A 
 All Springs reduce their currentstomineeyesy! why BA 
 That I being govern’d by the waterie Mooney (0 at! 
 May fend forth plenteousteares'to drowne the World) 
 Ah, for my Husband, for my deere Lord Sdward. 9 oh 
 Chil. Ahfor our Father, for'our deere Lord! Clarence, 
 Dat, Alas for both, both mine Zdwardand-¢ tavence. 
 Qu. What ftay had Lbur ddwararand hee pone. © | 
 Chil. What ftay had we but Clarence? and he’s gone.’ 
 Dat. What ftayes had I butthey ? ‘and they are gone. 
 Qu. Was never Widdow had fodeere alofle’ 0 
 (bil. Werenever Orphans had fo deete a loffe.- 
 Dut. Wasnever Mother-hadfo deere aloffe. 
 Alas tT amthe Mother of thefe'Greefes, 9 
 Their woes are parcell’d sihineis gerierallyy oe) t 
 She for an'Edward weepesyandfodoT: 9 oon 
 
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 I for a Clarence weepe, fo doth not the : 
 Thefe Babes for Clarence weepe, fo doe not they. 
 Alas | you three, on me threefold diftreft : 
 Powre all your teares, I am your forrowes Nurfe, 
 And I will pamper it with Lamentation. 
 Dor. Comfort deere Mother,God is much displeas’d, 
 
 That youtake with unthankfulneffe his doing. 
 In common worldly things, ’tis call’d ungrateful, 
 With dull unwillingneffe to repay adebr, 
 Which withabounteous hand was kindly lent + 
 Much more tobe thus oppofite with heaven, 
 For it requiresthe Royall debt it lent yous 
 
 Rivers. Madam, betbinke you like a carefull Mother 
 Of the young Prince your fonne: fend ftraight for him, 
 Let him be Crown’d, in him your comfort lives. 
 Drowne defperate forrow in dead Edwards gxave, 
 And plant your joyes in living € dwards Throne. 
 
 Enter Richard, Buckingham, Derbie, Ha- 
 fings, and Ratcliffe. 
 
 Rich. Sifter have comfort, all of us have caufe 
 To waile the dimming ofour fhining Stare: 
 But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them. 
 Madam, my Mother, I-docry youmercy, 
 I did not fee your Graces Humbly onmy knee, 
 ‘TI crave your Bleffing. 
 Dut. God bleffe thee, and put meekeneffe in thy breaft; 
 Love Charity,Obedience, and true Dutie. 
 Rich. Amen,and make me die a good old man, 
 That is the butt-end of a Mothers blefling ; 
 I marvell that her Grace did leave it out- 
 ‘Buc. Youclowdy-Princes, & hart-forowing-Peeres, 
 That beare this heavie mutuall loade of Moane, 
 Now cheere each other, ineach others Loves 
 Though we have {pent our Harveft of this King, 
 Weare to reape the harveft of his Sonne. 
 The broken rancour of your high-{wolne hates, 
 But lately {pliotred, knit, and j oyn'd together, 
 Mutt gently be preferv’d, cherifht, and kept ¢ 
 Me feemeth good, that with fome little Traine, 
 Forthwith from Ludlow, the young Prince be fet 
 Hither to London, to be crown’d our King. 
 Rivers. Why withfome little Traine, 
 My Lord of Buckingham? 
 Buc. Matry my Lord, leaft by a multitude, 
 The new-heal’d wound of Malice fhould breake out, 
 Whichwould be fo much the more dangerous, 
 By how much the eftate is greene, and yet ungovern'ds 
 Where every Horfe beares his commanding Reinc, » 
 And may direct his courfeas pleafe himfalte, 
 As well the-feare.of harme, as harme apparant, 
 In my opinion, ought to be prevented. 
 
 Rich. Lhope the King made peace with all ofus, 
 And the compactis firme,and true inme. 
 
 Riu. And {o in me, and fo(Ithinke )in all , | 
 | Yet finceit isbut greene, it fhould be put: 
 | To no apparant likelyhood of breach, ). a 
 . Which haply by much company might be urg’d 3) 
 
 i Therefore I fay with Noble Buckingham, = 9 
 - That it is meete fo few fhould fetch the Prince. 
 
 Haft. Andfelay Te: oor 0 2s a 
 Rich. Then be itfosand gowetodetermine 0. 
 Who they fhall be that ftraitfhall pofte ro Londons » |” 
 
 Madam, and you my Sifter, will youge.n. 6 2.90 
 To give your cenfores.in this bafinelle?\.... sExewnt.. 
 
 cManent Buckingham and Richard. 
 Buc. My Lord, who ever journies tothe Prinne, 
 For Gods fakelet not ustwo flayathome: 
 For by the ways Ile fort occafion, 
 As Index to the ftory we late talk'd of, 
 
 To part the Queenes proud Kindred from thePrince, - | 
 
 Rich. My other felfe, my Counfailes Confiftory, 
 My Oracle, My Prophet, my deare Coin, 
 1, asa childe, will go by thy direction, 
 Toward London then, for wee'l not ftay behinde,Exeum, | — 
 
 . ee Y i 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at 
 the other. ae 
 Y 
 
 ok. , el 
 . age Good morrow Neighbour , whither away fo | 
 ; pA 
 2.Cit. I promife you I hardly know my felfe: 
 Heareyou the Newes abroad ? 
 1. Yes, the King is dead. 
 2. Illnewes byrlady, feldome comesthe better: 
 I feare, Lfeare, twill provea giddy world. 
 Enter another Citizen 
 
 ace. 
 
 her and Mothets| 
 
 a 165 fot a | 
 offeare? 
 
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The Lifeand Death of Richard the Third. 
 
 Purfaing danger:as by proofe wee fee 
 The Water {well before aboyft’rous ftorme: 
 But leave it all to God, Whither away? 
 
 2 Marry wewerefent for to the Iuftices. 
 
 3 And fowas lille beare you company. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Emer Arch-bifrop, yong Yorke, the Deenes 
 andthe Dutcheffe. 
 
 eArch. Laft night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford, 
 And at Northampton they doreft to night: - 
 To morrow,or next day,they will be heere. 
 Ext. Tlong withall my heart to fee the Prince: 
 | Lhope heis much growne fince laft I faw him. 
 ‘Su, But I heare no,they fay my fonne of Yorke 
 Ha’s almott overtane him in his growth. 
 Yor. I Mother,but I would not have it fo. 
 Dut. Why my good Cofin;it is good to grow. 
 Yor. Grandam,one nightas we did fit at Supper, 
 My Vakle Rivers talk'd how I did grow 
 More then my Brother. I,quoth my Vnkle Gloufter, 
 Small Herbes have grace,great Weeds do grow apace. 
 And fince,me thinkes I would not grow fo falt, 
 Becaufe iweet Flowres are flow,and Weeds make haft. 
 Dut. Good faith,good faith,the faying did not hold 
 
 ‘ | Inhim that did obiec the fame tothee. 
 ¥ | He wasthe wretched’ft thing when he was yong, 
 
 Solong a growing,and foleifurely, 
 That it his rule were true,he thould be gracious. 
 
 | Yor. And fo nodoubt he is,my gracious Madam. 
 ‘Dat. I hope he is,but yet let Mothers doubr. 
 Yor. Now by my troth,if I had beene remembred,' 
 
 Icould have given my Vnckles‘Srace, a Hout, 
 
 To touch his growth,neerer then he toucht mine. © 
 ‘Dut. How my yong Yorke, 
 
 I prythee let me heare it. 
 
 /  Yor.Marry(they fay)my Vnkle grew fo fat, 
 
 That he could gnaw a crutt attwo houres old, 
 
 "Twas fulltwo yeares ere'l could get atooth. 
 
 _ | Grandam,this would have beene a byting left. 
 
 Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this? 
 Yor.Grandam, his Nurfe. ; 
 Dat. His Nurfe?why fhe was dead,ere } waft borne. 
 Tor. IF twere not fhe,I cannot tell whotold me. 
 2». A parlous Boy:go to,yon are too fhrew’d: 
 | Dut. Good Madam,be not angry with the Childe. 
 Qe Pitchers have eares. 
 
 # Enter at Meffenger. 
 
 Arch. Heere comesa Mefienger: What Newes? 
 
 | on & Mef. Such newes my Lord,as greeves me toreport: 
 
 Qw. How doth the Prince? 
 Me/. Well Madam,andin health. 
 Dut. What is thy Newes? 
 Mef. Lord Rivers,and Lord Grey, 
 
 ‘| Are fentto Pomfret,and with them, 
 
 Sir Thowas Uaughan,Prifoners. 
 Dat. Who hath committed them? 
 Me. The mighty Dukes, Glonffer and Buckingham. 
 
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 e4rch, For what offence? 
 
 Mef: The fumme cf all I eanjI have diftlos’d: 
 Why,or for what,the Nobles were committed, 
 Isail unknowne to me,my gracious Lord. 
 
 Qu. Aye mel fee the ruine of my Hout: 
 
 The Tyger now hath feiz’d the gentle Hinde, 
 
 Infulting Tiranny begiones to Tutt 
 
 Vpon the innocent and aweleffe Throne: 
 
 Welcome Deftruction, Blood, and Maflacre, 
 
 I fee(as in a Map) the end ofall. ; 
 Dut. Accurfed,and unquiet wrangling dayes, 
 
 How many of you have mine eyes beheld? 
 
 My Husband loft his fife,to get the Crowne, 
 
 And often upand downe my fonnes were toft, 
 
 For me to joy,and weepe,their gaine andlofle. 
 
 And being feated,and Domefticke broyles 
 
 Cleane over-blowne;themfelves(th: Conquerors;) 
 
 Make warre upon themfelves, Brother to Brother; 
 
 Bloud to bloud,felfe againft felfe:O prepofterous 
 
 And franticke outrage, end thy daainied fpleene, 
 
 Or let me dye,to looke on earth no more. 
 
 Qu. Come,come my Boy, we will to San@uary. 
 Madam, farewell. 
 
 Dat, Stay ,I wi'l go with you. 
 
 Qu. You have no caufe. 
 
 Arch. My gracious Lady go, 
 
 And thither beare your Treafare and your Goods, 
 Por my part, Tle refigne unto your Grace 
 
 The Seale I keepe,and fo betideit me, 
 
 As well I tedder you, and all of yours. 
 
 Go, Ile conduét youto the Sanctuary. “E xeunt. 
 
 Adus Tertius.Scena Prima,’ 
 
 ————. 
 
 The Trumpets (ound. 
 Enter yong Prince , the Dukes of Giocefter , and Buckingham, 
 | Lord Cardinall, with otbers. 
 
 Bac. Welcome {weet Prince to London, 
 To your Chamber. = 
 
 Rich, Welcome deere Cofin,my thoughts Soveraigne 
 The weary way bath made you Melancholly. 
 
 Prin. No Vnkle,butour crofles on the way, 
 Have made it tedious, wearifome, and heavy. 
 I want more Vokles heere to welcome me. 
 
 Rich. Sweet Prince,the untainted vertue of yout yeers 
 Hath not yet div’d into the Worlds deceit: 
 No more can you diftingnith ofa man, ithe 
 Then of his outward thew, which Gad he knowes, © 
 Seldome or never jumpeth with theheart. © ~ ; 
 Thofe Vakles which you want,were datigerous:* 
 Your Grace attended totheir Sugred words; ~~ 
 But look’d not onthe poifon of their hearts: = 
 God keepe you from them,and from fach falfe Friends, 
 
 Prin. God keepe me from falfe Friends, °° 
 But they werenome, = shapes Siig 
 
 Kuch, My Lord,the Major of London comes té grcet | 
 
 JOU. . re 
 
 : Enter Lord Major, 
 
 Lo. (Major. God blefle your Grace, wich health and | 
 
 happy dayes. e 
 Prin, i thanke you , good my Lord,and thank you all: 
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 I thought my Mother,and my Brother Yorke, 
 Would long,ere this,have met us onthe way. 
 Fie,what a Slug is Haffings that he comes not 
 
 Totell us,whether they will come,or no» 
 
 Enter Lord Haftings. 
 
 ‘ ao And in good time, heere comes the fweating 
 ord. rl: lege 
 Prince. Welcome,my Lord: what , will our Mother 
 come? © 
 - Haff. On what occafion God he knowes,not I, 
 The Queeene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke, 
 Have taken Sanctuary: The tender Prince 
 Would faine have come with me,to meet your Grace, 
 But by his Mother was perforce with-held. 
 Bye, Fie,what an an indirect and peevith courfe 
 Is this af hers?Lord Cardinall will your Grace 
 Perfwade the Queene,to fend the Duke of Yorke 
 Vnto his Princely Brother prefently? 
 Ifthe deny,Lord Haffings yougoe with him, 
 And from her jealous Armes pluck him perforce. 
 (ar. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratory 
 Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke, 
 | Anon expeét him here:but if fhe be obdurate 
 To milde entreaties,God forbid 
 | We fhould infringethe holy Priviledge 
 Of bleffed San@uary-not forall this Land, 
 Would I be guilty of fo greata fine. 
 Buc. You are too fencelefle obftinatesmy Lord, 
 Too céremonious,and traditional. 
 Weighit but with the groffeneffe of this Age, 
 You breake not San@tuary, in feizing him: 
 The benefit thereof is alwayes granted 
 Tothofe,whiofe dealings have deferv’d the place, 
 And thofe who have the wit to clayme the place: 
 This Prince hath neither claim’d it,nor defervd ir, 
 Therefore,in mine opinion,cannot have it. 
 Thentaking him from thence,that is not there, 
 You breake no Priviledge,nor Charter theres 
 Oft have I heard of Sanctuary men, 
 But Sanctuary children,ne’re till now. 
 Car, My Lord,you fhall o’re-rule my mind for once. 
 Come on,Lord Ha/tengs ,will you goe with me? 
 ~~ Haft.L goesmy Lord. Exit (ardinall and Haftings. 
 Prin.Good Lords,make all the fpeedy haft you may. 
 Say, Vnckle Glecefter,if our Brother come, 
 Where thall we fojorne,ti!l our Coronation? 
 Geo. Where it think’ft beft unto your Royall felfe. 
 IfT may counfaile you,{ome day or two 
 Your Highneffe fhall repofe youat the Tower: 
 Then where you pleafe,and thall bethonght moft fit 
 For your beft health,and recreation. 
 Prin. I doe not like the Tower,of any places 
 Did Julius Cafar build that place,my Lord? 
 Buc. He did,my gracious Lord,begin that place, 
 Which fince, fueceeding Ages have re-edify’d. 
 Prin. Is ituponrecord?or elfe reported 
 Succeffively from age toage,he built ir? 
 ‘Bac. Vponrecord,my gracious Lord. . 
 yin, But fay,my Lord, it were not regiftred, 
 _ Methinkes the truth fhould live from age toage, 
 _ As’twere retayl’d toall pofterity, 
 _ Evento the generall ending day... 
 » Glo. So wife,fo young,they fay doe never live long. 
 |, » Prin. What fay you, Vnckle? 
 
 oy 
 
 ~The Life and Death of Richard the T bird. 
 
 Glo. fay, without Characters, Fame lives long. 
 Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquity, 
 I moralize two meanings in one word: 
 Prin. That Jwlins (afar was a famous map; 
 With what his Valgur did enrich his Wit, 
 His Wit fet downe,to make his Valour live: 
 Death makes no Congueft of his Conquegor, 
 For now he lives in Rame,though notin Life, 
 Tle tell you what,my Coufin Buckingham.» 
 Buc. What,my gracious Lord? ; 
 Prin. And if live untill lbe aman, 
 He win our ancient Right in France againe, 
 Or dye a Souldier,as 1 liv’d a King. ‘oh age 
 Gio. Short Summers lightly havea forward Spring, 
 
 Enter young Yorke ,Haftings and Cardinal 
 
 Buck, Now in good time , heere comes the Dukeof | 
 Yorke. 7 
 ie Richard of Yorke , how fares our NobleBro- | — 
 ther ? Ce 
 Yor. Well,my deare Lord,fo muftI call you now 
 Prin.1, Brother.to our griefeasit is yours, 
 Too late he dy’d,that might have kept that Title, =~ 
 Which by hisdeath hathloft much Majefty. 
 Glo. How fares our Confin,Noble Lord of Yorke? 
 Yor. Ithanke you,gentle Vnekle.O my Lord, 
 You faid,that idle Weeds are faft in growth: me 
 Thi Prince;my Brother, hath out-growne me fate. t 
 Glo. He bath,my Lord. iy 
 Yor, And therefore is he idle? 
 Glo. Oh my faire Coufin,I muft not fay fo. 
 Yor. Then heis more beholding to you,then Ie 
 Glo. He may command meas my Soveraigne; 
 But you have power inme,as in a Kinfmman. 
 Yor. I pray you, Vnckile,give me this Dagger. 
 | Glo. My Dagger, little Coufin? withallmy heart. 
 | Prin. A Begger Brother? ; hee 
 Yor. Of my kind Vnekle,that I know will give, 
 And being a Toy, it is no griefe to give. oe 
 Glo. A greater giftthen that, Ile give my Contfin. 
 Yor. A greater gift?O,that’s the Sword toit. _ 
 Glo, 1, gentle Coufin.were it light ngs te 
 Yor«.O then Lfee,you will part but with ight gifts, | 
 In weightier things you'le fay a Begger nay. 
 Glo. Itis too weighty for your Grace to wearee 
 Yor. I weigh it lightly were it heavier. Ste 
 Glo, What,would you have my Weapon,little Lord? | 
 
 Yor. I would that I might thanke you, asyou call 
 me. 
 Glo. How? 
 Yor. Little. te 
 Prix. My Lord of Yorke will {till be crofie in takes. 
 Vnckle,your Grace knowes how to beare with hia. 
 Yor. You meane to beare me,not to beare withme: 
 Vuckle,my Brother mockes both you and me, 
 Becaufe that Lamlittle,likeanApe, ae 
 He thinkes that you fhould beareme on your fhouldets+) 
 Bue. With what a tharpe provided wit he reafons: | 
 To mitigate the {corne he gives his Vackle,: z": 
 He prettily and aptly taunts himfelfe: 
 So cunning,and fo young;is wounderfull. 
 Glo. My Lord, wilt pleafe you paffe along? 
 My felfe, and my phe Contin Buckingham, 
 Will to your Mother,toentreat of her 5 
 To meet you at the Tower,and welcome ae 
 
hl | Yor. What,will you goe untothe Tower,my Lord? 
 | Prin. My Lord Protector will have it fo. 
 ; Tor. I fhall not fleepe in quiet at the Tower. 
 j _ Glo, Why;what fhould you feare? 
 Tors Marry my Vncekle Clarence angry Ghofts |» , 
 4 My Grandam told me he was murther’d theres 
 i. Pru. J feare no Vncekles dead. 
 | Gio. Nor none that live, I hope. 
 | Prin. And iEthey live,I hope Iheed not fearc. 
 | Butcome my Lord:and with a heavy heart, 
 _ | Thinking on them,goe I unto the Tower: 
 Exeunt Rrwce,Yorke,Haftings and Dorfets 
 
 uh Manent Richard,Buckinghamjand €atesby. 
 
 bi Buc. Thinke you,my Lord,this little prating Yorke 
 
 Was not incenfed by his fubtile Mother, 
 ny) | Totauntapd f{corne you thus opprobrioufly? 
 
 ' Glo Nodoubt,no doubt:Oh’tisa perillous Boy; 
 ek | Bold,quickesingenious,forward,capable: 
 
 | Heeisallthe Mothers,from thetoptotoe. — - 
 Bac. Well,let them reft:Come hither Catesby, 
 Thouart{worneas deepely to effect what weintendy 
 1 | As clofely to conceale what we impart: 
 , Thou know’ft our reafons urg’d upon the way, 
 i | Whatthink*ft thoueisit not an gafy matter, 
 | Tomake #iliam Lord Haftings of our minde, 
 
 a For the inftallment of this Noble Duke 
 a In the Seat Royall of this fantous Ile? opie 
 a (ates. He for his fathers fake fo loves the Princé, 
 __ | That he will not be wonne to ought againft him. — 
 ‘ e 4 Buc. What think ft thou then of Stanley ? Will not 
 yo eee 
 | Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Haftings doth. 
 ih Buc. Well then,no more but this: 
 i | Goe gentle Caresby.and as it were farre offy 
 Ng | Sound thou Lord Haftings; 4 
 
 qe _ | How he doth ftand affected to our purpefe, 
 | And fummon him to morrow to the Tower, 
 
 nlp | To fitabout the Coronation. 
 = Ifthou do’tt finde him tra@able tous, 
 | Encourage him,and tell hivall our reafons: 
 
 If he be leaden, ycie,cold unwilling, 
 
 gh | Bethoufo too,and fo breake off the talke,’ 
 igs | And give usnotice of his inclination: 
 
 For we to morrow hold divided Councel3, 
 
 > 
 
 yi | Wherein thy felfe halt highly be employ’d. 
 al Rich. Commend me to Lord Wilham:tell him( (atesby) 
 git | His ancient Knot of dangerous Adverfaries 
 
 fe Tomorrow are let blood at Pomfret Cattle, 
 
 And bid my Lord,for joy of this good newes, 
 
 Give Miftrefle Shure one gentle Kiffethe more. 
 Bue: Good (atesby ,goe effect this bufinefle foundly 
 
 Cates.My good Lords both,with all the heed I'can. 
 ph Rich, Shall we heare from you,Cateshy,ére we {leepe? 
 ei? \ Cates. You thall,my Lord. 
 
 i, ) . Rich. At Crosby Houfe,there thal yon find us both. 
 o Exit (atesby. 
 a j Bue. Now, my Lord, 
 
 y? | Whar thall wee doe,ifwee perceive _ 
 | Lord Haffings will not yeeld to our Complots? 
 H | Riob, Chop off his Head: 3 
 __ | Something wee will determines. 
 ‘ And looke when I am King,claime thou of me 
 The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moveables 
 Whereof the King,my Brother,was pofiett. 
 
 \ Lhe Life and Death of Richard the T bird. 
 
 187 
 Buc. Ve claime that promife at your Graces hand: 
 | Rich. And looketo have it yeeided with all kindsieffe. 
 | Come, let us fuppe betimes,that after wards 
 Wee may digelt our complots in fome forme. 
 Excunt. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger to the Doore of Haftings. 
 
 Mef. My Lord,my Lord. 
 
 Haft. Who knuckes? 
 
 Mef. Onefrom the Lord Stanley. d 
 Haft. Whatis’t a Clocke? ie 
 Mef. V pon the {troke of foures 
 
 Enter Lords Haftings, . 
 Haft, Cannot my Lord Srandey flecpe thefe tedious 
 Nights? _ - 
 (Me. So it appeares,by that I have to fay: 
 Firft,he commends him to your Noble felfe. ’ » 
 
 Haft. What then? 
 
 Mef. Then certifies your Lordthip,that this Night 
 He dreamt,the Bore had rafed.offhis Helme: 
 Befides he fayes there are two Councels kept; 
 And that may be determin’d at the one, 
 Which may make you and him torue at th’other. 
 Therefore he fendsto know your Lordfhips pleafure, 
 If you will prefently take Horfe with him, 
 And withall {peed poft withhim toward the North, 
 To fhun the danger that his Soule divinés. 
 
 Haft .Goe fellow, goc returne unto thy Lord, 
 Bid him not feare the feparated Conncell; 
 His Honnor and my felfe are at the.one, 
 And at the other,ismy good friend Catesby; 
 Where nothing can proceede,that toucheth us, 
 - Whereof I fhail not have intelligence: 
 Tell him his Feares are thallow,without inftance, 
 And for his Dreames,1 wonder hee’s fo fimple, 
 Totrultthe mock’ry of unquiet flumbers. 
 To flye the Bore,before the Bore purfues, 
 Were to incenfe the Boreto followus, ~ 
 And make purfuit,where he did meane tio chafe, 
 Goe,bid thy Mafterrife,and come to me,: ; 
 And we willboth together tothe Tower, 
 Where he thallfeethe Bore will ufeus kindly. 
 
 Mef: lle goe,my Lord,and tell him what you fay. 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Caresby. _ 
 
 Cates. Many good morrowesto my Noble Lord. 
 Haft. Good morrow Catesby,you «re carly ftirrings 
 What newes,what newes,inthis our tott’ring Stare? 
 |” Cates. Ivisareeling Worldindeed,my Lord: 
 . And I beleeve will never ftand aprighr, 
 : Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme. 
 Haft. How weare the Garland? . 
 Doeft thou meane the Crowne? 
 Cates. I,my good Lord. : ’ 
 Halle havethis Crown of mine cut fr6 my fhoulders, 
 Before Ile fee the Crowne fo foule mif-plac’d: 
 But canft thou gueffe,that he doth ayme at it? 
 : t2 
 
 Cates.I,’ 
 
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 Cates.I,on my life,and hopes to find you forw ardy 
 Vpon his party,for the gaine thereof: daa’ 
 And thereupon he fends you this good newes, 
 
 That this fame very,day yourenemies, 2 i. ins 
 The Kindred of the Queene,mutt dye at Pomfret. 
 Haft. Indecd 1 am no mourner for that newes, 
 Becanfe they bave beene ftill my adverfaries: 
 Bat,that Ile give my voice on Richards fide, 
 To barre my Maifters Hires intrue Defcent, 
 God knowes I will not doe it,to the death. : 
  —€ates. God ‘keepe your Lordfhip in that gracious 
 minde. a ee ve 
 Haff. But Tfhall laugh at this a twelve-month hence, 
 That they which brought me inmy Maifters hate, 
 I live telooke upon their Tragedy. 
 Well Catesby ,ere’a fort-night make me older, 
 Tle{end fome packingythat yer thinke not on’t. 
 Cates.’ Tisa vile thing to dyesmy’ gracious Lord, 
 When men are inprepar’djandiooke not for it.’ - 
 Haf.O monftrous,monttrous/and fo falls it out 
 With Rivers, VanghanjGrepandfotwilldoe ; 
 With forne menelfe.thet thinkethemfcives as fafe 
 Asthouand L,who(as thou know’ft)are deare 
 To Princely Rechard,and Buckingham: 
 (ates. ThePrinces both make highaccount of you, 
 Forithey aé€ount tis Head upon the Bridge. , 
 Hap. Lkhow they doe,and | have well deferv’d it. 
 
 Enter Lord Stanley. 
 
 - Cone dn,come on,where is your Bore-{peare man? 
 - Feare you the Bore,aud-goe founproyided? 
 Stan. My Lord good morrow,good morrow 
 ‘You may jeatt on,but bythe holy Rood, 
 I doe not like thefe feverall Councels,I. 
 Haft. My Lord,Uhold my Life as deare as yours, 
 Andnever in mydayes,! doe proteft, 
 ' Wasi fo precious to.me,as ‘tis now: 
 Thinke you,byrthatJ know our ftate {ccure, 
 I would be:fo tsinmphantas Tame 
 Sp. The Lordsat Pomfret,when theyrode from Londo, 
 Were jocundyaid fuppos’d their ftateswerefure, 
 And they indeed hadno.caufeto miftratt: 
 But yet you {ee,how foone the Day o’re-caft. 
 This fudden flab of Rancour I mitdoubts 
 Pray God( I fay)] provea needlefie Coward. 
 What, fhall we toward tke Tower?the day is fpent. >» 
 Haft. Come,come,bave with you: 
 Wot you what,my Lord, 
 To day the Lords youtalke of,are beheaded. 
 St. They for their trurh,might better wear their Heads, 
 Then fome that have accus’d them, weare their Hats. 
 But come,my Lord, |et’saway-- 
 
 Catesby - 
 
 Enter a Pur{aivant. 
 
 beforeslle talke with this good fellow, | 
 Exit Lord Stanley and (atesby, 9 
 How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee? | 
 Pur(. Thebetter,that your Lordfhip pleafe to. aske. - 
 Hajf. 1 tellthee man, ‘tis better with me now, 
 Then when thou mer'ft melaft,w here nuw we meets. 
 Then was I going Prifonertothe Tower, a 
 By the fuggeftion of the Queenes Allyess - 
 But now Itellthee(keepe ic to thy felfe) 
 This day thofe Enemies are put to death, 
 
 Haft. Goe on 
 
 “Lhe Lifeandl Death of Richard the bird 
 
 e 
 
 And Lin better ftate then ere I was. 
 
 Purf. God hold itsto your Honors good content, i 
 
 Haft. Gramercy fellow:theredrinke that for me,” 
 « Throwesbimlus Purfe. 
 Purf.\ thanke your Honor. 
 
 Enter a Prieft. 
 
 Prieft. Wellmet,my Lord, am gladto fee yout H Vs 
 nor. 2 tA E 103 Sf 
 Hajt. 1 thanke thee,good Sir Jobm,with all my heart, | | 
 
 Lam in your debt,for yourlaft Exercife: 
 Come the next Sabboth,and I will content you. 
 Priefte Ve wait upon your Lotdfhip. 
 
 Enter Buckingham. iT & 
 
 Buc. What,talking with a Prieft, Lord Chamber 
 Your friends at Pomifret,they doe need the Prieft, ~~ 
 Your Honor hathno fhriving workein hand. © ~ 
 
 Haft. Good faith,and when I met this holy man, 
 The men youtaike of,cameintomy mind, wit 
 What,goe you towatd the Tower? 
 
 Buc. 1 doe,my Lord but long I cannot flay 
 I hall returne before your Lordfhip thence. 
 
 Haft. Nay like enue fe I flay Dioner there. 
 
 Buc. And Supper too, although thou know’ft it noti 
 Come, will you goe? + US a pe 
 
 Haft.Ie wait upon your Lordfhip. 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Sir Richard Ratclsffe,with Halberds carrying : 13 
 the Nobles to deathae Pomfret, = 
 
 ee kre: BY: 
 
 Exit Purfuivant, 4 
 
 Rivers, Sir Richard Ratcliffe Jet me tell hee this, bi 
 
 To day thalt thou kcholda Subject dy, . 
 For truth,for Dutysand for Loyalty. 
 Grey. 
 A aceven are,of damned Blood-fuckers. 
 Vaugh. Youlive, that thall cry woe for this 
 after. ig 
 Rat.Difpatch,the limit of your Livesis out, 
 
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 Riv, O Pomfret,Pomfret!O thou bloody Prifont it ‘a 
 
 Fatall and ominonsto Noble Peeres: 
 
 Within the guilty Clofure of thy Walls, 
 
 Richard the Second here was hackt to death: 
 
 And for more flander to thy difmall Seat, 
 
 We give tothee our guiltleffe blood todrinke. 
 Grey. Now Margarets Curfe is falne upon our Hea 
 
 When thee exclaim d on Haffings,you,and I, 
 
 For ftanding by, when Richard ftab’d herSoane. 
 
 Riv. Thencurs'd fhee Richard, he 
 
 Thencurs’d thee Buckingham, — ‘ bee 
 
 Then cus’d thee Haftings. Oh remember God, _ 
 
 To heare her prayer forthem,as now forus: 
 
 And for my Sifter,and her Princely Sones, 
 
 Be fatisfy’d,deare God, with our true blood,. 
 
 <. | Which,as thou know ‘ft,un juftly mutt befpilt. 
 
 Rat. Make hafte,the houre of death is now expir'd, 
 
 God biefie the Prince from all the Pack of you | 
 
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 Riv. Come Grey,come Vaughan , let us heere embracs 
 
 Farewell,untill we meet againe in Heaven. 
 
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 Enter Buckingham,Darby, Haftings, Bifhop of Ety, 
 Nerfolke; Ratcliffe, Loveilweith others, 
 at aT able. 
 
 Halt. Now Noble Pecére,the canfe why we are met, 
 Is to determine of the Coronation: 
 In Gods Name fpeake, whenis the Royall day? 
 Buc, Isallthings ready for the Royall time? 
 Darb. \t is,and wants but nomination. 
 Ely. To morrow then I judge ahappy day: 
 Buc. Who knowes'the Lord Protectors mind herein? 
 Who is moft inward with the Noble Duke? 
 Ely. Y our Grace, we thinke,fhould foonett know his 
 minde. 
 Buc. We know each others Faces:for our Hearts, 
 He knowes no more of mine,then I of yours; 
 OrI of hisymy Lord,then you of mine; ’ 
 Lord Ha/tsngs,you and he are neere in love. 
 Haft, I thanke his Grace,! know he loves me wellé 
 But for his purpofe in the Coronation, 
 [have not founded him,nor he deliver’d 
 His gracious pleafure any way therein: : 
 But you;my Honorable Lord,may name the time, 
 And inthe Dukes behalfe Ile give my Voice, 
 Which I prefume.hee'le take in gentle part. 
 
 Enter Gloucefter. 
 ély. In happy time,here comes the Duke himfelfe. 
 
 Thave beene longa fleeper: but I truft, 
 My aLience doth neglect no great defigne, 
 Which by my prefence might have beene concluded. 
 Buc. Had you not come upon your Q my Lord, 
 William, Lord Haftings,bad pronounce d your part; 
 Imeane your V oice,for Crowning of the King. 
 Kich. Then my Lord Haftngs, no man might be bolder, 
 His Lord{hip knowes me well,and loves me well 
 My Lord of Ely,when I was laft in Holborne, 
 Ifaw good Strawberries in-your Garden there, 
 I doe befeech you, (end for {ome of them. 
 Ely. Mary and will,my Lord, with all my heart. 
 : Exit Bihop. 
 Rich. Coufin of Buckingham,a word with you, 
 Catesby hath founded Haftings in our bufinefie, 
 And findes the tefty Gentleman fo hot, ; 
 That he will lofe his Head,ere give confent. 
 His Maiflers Child,as worfhipfully he tearmes ic, 
 Shall lofe the Roya'ty of Englands Throne. 
 Buc. Withdraw your felte a while, Ile goe with you. 
 Exeunt. 
 Dar. We have not yet fet downethis day of Triumph: 
 To morrow, in my judgement,is too fudden, 
 For I my felfe am not fo well provided, 
 As elfe I would be,were the day prolong’d. 
 
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 Enter the Bifbopof &ty. 
 
 &y. Where is my Lord,the Duke of Glofter? 
 _ | Thave fent for thefe Strawberries. x aha 
 Ha,Mis Grace looks chearfully & {mooth this morning, 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the Third, 
 
 ’ Vpon my Body 
 
 Rich. My Noble Lords,and Coufinsall,good morrows |. - 
 
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 vse | There’sfomeconceit or other likes him well; 
 
 When that he bids good morrow with fach {pirit. 
 I thinke therc’s never a manin Chriftendome. 
 Can leffer hidéhis love, or hate,then hee, 
 For by his Face ftraight fhall you know his Heart. 
 
 Dard. What of his Heart perceive you in his Face, 
 By any livelyhood: he thew’d to daye 
 
 Haft. Mary that with noman here he is offended: 
 
 For were he,he had thewneiit in his Lookes. 
 
 Enter Richard, and Buckingham. | 
 
 Rich. T pray you all,tell me what they deferve, 
 
 That doe confpire my death withdivellif Plots 
 
 Of damned Wirtchcraft,and that have prevail’d 
 
 with their Hellifh Charmes. 
 
 Haft. The tender love I beare your Grace,my Lord, ° 
 Makesme moft forward,in this Princely prefence, 
 Todoome th Offendors,whofoe’re they be: 
 
 I faysmy Lord,they have deferved death 
 Rich. Then be your eyes the witnefle of their evill, 
 
 Looke how Iam bewitch’d:bchold,mine Arme 
 
 Is likea blafted Sapling,wither’d up: 
 
 And this is Edwards W ife,that mon {trous Witch; | 
 
 Conforted with rhat Harlor,Strum pet Shore, 
 
 That by their Witchcraft thus have marked me. 
 Hafts If they have done this deed,my Noble Lord. 
 Rich.' f? thou Protector of this damned Strumpet, 
 
 Talkttt.thoute me of Ifts.chou arta Traytor, — 
 
 Off with his Hcad;now by Saint Pae/I {weare, tn 
 
 LI will not dine,untilll-fee the fame, 
 
 Lovell and Ratchffe,looke that it be done: 
 
 “Exeuni. 
 The refbthat love me, rife,and follow me. 
 
 * Manent Lovelland Ratcliffe with the 
 Lord Haftings. 
 
 Hap. Woe,woe for England,not awhit for me, 
 
 . For I,too foad,might have prevented this: 
 
 Stanley did dreame,the Bore did rowfe our H clmes, 
 
 And I did fcorne it,and difdaine to flye- 
 
 Three timesto day my Foot-Cloth-Horfe did {tumble, 
 
 And ftareed, when he look’d upon the Tower, 
 
 As lothto beare me tothe flaughter-houfe. 
 
 Onow I need the Prieft,that {paketo me: - 
 
 Inow repent I told the Purfuivant, 
 
 As too triumphing how mine Enemies 
 
 To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher’d, 
 
 And I my felfefecure,in graceand favonr. 
 
 Oh Margaret, Margaret.now thy heavy Carte 
 
 Islighted on poore Haftings wretched Head. 
 Ra,Come,come,difpatch rhe Dake would be at dinner: 
 
 Make a fhort Shrift,he longs to fee your Head. 
 
 Haft. O momentary grace of mortall men, 
 Which we more hunt for,then the grace of God! 
 Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes, 
 Lives like a drunken Sayler ona Matt, 
 
 - Ready with every Nodtotumble downe, 
 
 Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe. 
 
 Lov. Come,come,difpatch, ’tis bootlefle toexclaime. 
 
 Haft, O bloody Richard:miferable England, 
 I prophecy the fearefull’ft time tothee, ~ 
 Thatever wretched Age hathlook’d vpon. 
 Come,leade me to the Block, beare him my Head, 
 They {mileat me,who fhortly thall be dead, 
 
 Excunt, 
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 Enter Richardand Buckingham, invotten eArwour, 
 marvellous sll-favoured. 
 Richard,Come Coufin, 
 Canft thou quake,and change thy colour, 
 Murther thy breath in middle of a word,, 
 And then againe begin,and ftop againe, 
 Asif thou were diftraught,and mad with terror? 
 Bue. Tut;I can counterfeit the deepe Tracedian, 
 Speake,and looke backe,and pric on every fide, 
 Tremble and ftart at wagging of a Straw: 
 Intending deepe fafpition,gaitly Lookes: 
 Are at my fervice,like enforced Smiles; 
 And bothare ready in their Offices, 
 Atany time to grace my Stratagemess 
 But what,is Catesby, gone? 
 Rich. He is,and fee he brings the Maior along- 
 
 Enter the Major,and Catesby. 
 Back, Lord Major- 
 Rich. Looke tothe Draw-Bridge there- 
 Bue, Hearke,aDrumme. 
 Rich. Catesby, o’tc-looke the Walls. 
 Buc. Lord Major, the reafon we have {ent. 
 Rich. Looke back,defend three, here are Enemies. 
 Buc.God and our Innocency defe nd,and guard us. 
 
 Enter Lovell and Ratcliffe with Haftings Head. 
 
 Rich.Be patient,they are friends: Ratchffe,and Lovell, 
 
 Lov. Here is the Head of thatignoble Traitor, 
 The dangerous and unfufpected Haftings. 
 
 Rich. So deare I lov’d the man,that I muft weepe: 
 I tooke him for the plaineft harmeleffe Creature, 
 That breath’d upon the Earth,a Chriftian: 
 
 Made hin my Booke, wherein my Soule recorded 
 
 The Hiftory of all her fecret thoughts. 
 
 Soffmooth he dawb'd his Vice with thew of Vertue, 
 That his apparant open Guilt omitted, 
 
 I meane his Converfation with Shores Wife, 
 
 Heliv’d from all atrainder of fulpects. 
 
 Buc. Well, well,he was the coverttt fheltred Traiter 
 That ever liv’d. ; 
 Would you imagine.or almoft beleeve, 
 
 Wert not.that by great prefervation 
 | Welivetotell it,that the fubtill Traitor 
 This day had plotted,in the Councell-Honfe, 
 To murther me.and my good Lord of Glofter. 
 Ma. Had he done fo? 
 Riche What?thinke you we are Turkes,or Infidels? 
 | Or that we would, againft the forme of Law, 
 Proceed thus rafhly in the Villaines death, 
 But that the extreme perill of the cafe, 
 The Peace of Engiand,and our Perfonsfafety, 
 Enforc’d us to this Execution. ; 
 (Ma. Now faice befall you,he deferv'd his death, 
 And your good Graces both have well proceeded, 
 To warne falfe Traitors from the like Attempts. 
 Buc. i never look’d for better at his hands, 
 After he once fellin with Miftreffe Shore: 
 Yet had wenot determin’d he fhould dye, 
 Vntill your Lordfhipcameto fee his end, 
 Which now the loving halte of thef¢ our friends, 
 Something again{t our meanings.have prevented; 
 Becanfe,my Lord,I would have bad you heard 
 The Traitor {peake,and timoronfly confeffe 
 The manner andthe purpofe of his Treafons: 
 
 That you might well have fignify’d the fame i 
 Vnto the Citizens,who haply may 
 
 Mifcontter us in bims,and waile his death. 
 
 As well as I had feene,and heard him {peakes 
 
 And doe not doubt,right Noble Princes both, 
 
 But Ie acquaint our datious Citizens 
 
 Withall your juft proceedings in this cafe. 
 
 Ma,But,my good Lord,your Graces words Ghall frie, a 
 
 Rich. Andto that end we with’d your Lordthip here, | MA 
 
 T’avoid the Cenfures of the carping World. 
 
 Bs. Which fince you come too Jate of our intent, — | 
 
 Yet witneffe what you heare we did intends 
 And fo,my good Lord Major, we bid farewell. 
 
 Exit Major, ee 
 
 Rich. Goe after,after, Coufin Buckingham. 
 
 The Major towards Guild-Hall byes him in all potte: | ; 
 
 There,at your meeteft vantage of the time, 
 Inferre the Baftardy of Edwards Children: 
 Tell them,how Edward put to deatha Citizen, 
 Onély for faying,he would make his Sonne 
 Heire to the Crowne,meaning indeed his Houfe, 
 Which,by the Signe thercof,was tearmed fo. 
 Moreover,urge his hatefull Luxury, 
 And beattiall appetite in change of Luft, ; 
 Which ftretcht unto their Servants,Daug liter, Wives, 
 Even where his raging eye,or favage heart, Fay 
 Without controll,lufted to make a prey- 6 
 Nay for aneed,thus farre come neeremy Perfon: 
 Tellthem,when that my Mother went with Child 
 Of that infatiate Edward,Noble Yorke, 
 MyPrincely Father,then had Wartes in France, 
 And by truecomputation of thetime, 
 Found,that the Iffue was not his begot: 
 Which well appeared in his Lincaments, eee 
 Being nothing like the Noble Duke,my Fathers 
 Yet touch this fparingly, as *twere farre off, 
 Becanfesmy Lord,you know my Motherlives. 
 
 Buc, Doubt not,my Lord,lie play the Orator, 
 Asif the Golden Fee,for whick I plead, 
 Were for my felfe:and fe,my Lord,adue. 
 
 Rich.If you thrive wel,bring chem to Baynards Caftle, E : 
 
 Where you fhall finde me wellaccompanied 
 With reverend Fathers,and well-learned Bifhops. 
 Buc.1 goe,and towardsthree or fourea Clocke 
 Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hail affords. 
 Exit Buckingham. 
 Rich. Goe Lovell withall {peed to Doctor Shaw, 
 Goe thou to Fryer Pewkersbid them both 
 Meet me within this houre at Baynards Caftle.. 
 Now will I goe totake fome privy order, 
 Todraw the Brats of Clarence out of fight, 
 And to give order,that no manner perfon 
 Have any time recourfe unto the Princes. 
 
 Enter a Scrivener. 
 
 Ser.Here is the Indi@tment of the good Lord Haftings, e 
 
 Which ina fet Hand fairely is engrofs’d, 
 
 Thar it may be to day read or’e in Pawles. 
 
 And marke how well the fequell hangs togethers 
 Eleven houres I have {pentto write it over, 
 For yefterenight by Catesby was it {ent me, 
 
 The Precedent was full as longa doing, 
 
 And yet within thefe five houres Haftings liv’d, 
 Vntainted,unexamin’d, free,at liberty. 
 
 Here’sa good World the while; whois fo gfofle, 
 That cannot {ee this palpable device? 
 
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 Yet who fo bold, but fayes he fees it not? 
 t Bad is the World,and all will come to nought, 
 ha When fuchill dealing muftbe ftene inthought. Exit, 
 
 Enter Richard and Buckingham at feverall Doores. 
 
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 Rich. How now how riow,what fay the Citizens? 
 Buck, Now by the holy Mother of our Lord, 
 
 The Citizensare mum,fay not a word. 
 Rich. Toucht you the Baftardy of Edwards Children? 
 
 \ Bae. 1 did,with his Contract with Lady Lacy, 
 \ . And his Contract by Deputy in France, 
 4 Thunfatiate greedineffe of his defire, 
 i And his enforcement of the City Wives, 
 "| His Tyranny for Triffes, his owne Baftardy; 
 i Asbeing got,your Father then in France, 
 
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 And his refentblance,being not like the Duke. 
 Withall,I did inferre your Lineaments, 
 Being the right /dea of your Father, 
 Both in your forme,and Noblenefle of Minde: 
 Layd open all your Victories in Scotland, 
 Your Difcipline in Warre, Wifdome in Peace, 
 Your Bounty, Vertue, faire Humility: 
 Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpofe, 
 Vatoucht, or fleightly handled in difcourfe. 
 And when my Oratory drew toward end, 
 I bid them that did love their Countries good, 
 Cry,God fave Richard,Englands Royall King, 
 
 Rich. Anddid they fo? 
 
 Buc. No,fo God helpe me, they {pake nota word, 
 But like cumbe Statues,or breathing Srones, 
 Star’d each on other,and look’d deadly pales 
 Which when I faw,I reprehended them, 
 And ask’d the Major,what meant this wilfull filence? 
 Hisan{wer was,the people were not ufed 
 To be {poke to,but by the Recorder. 
 Then he was urg’d to tell my Tale againe: 
 Thus fayth the Duke,thus haththe Duke inferr’d, 
 But nothing fpoke,in warrant from himfelfe. 
 When he had done,fome followersot mine owne, 
 At lower end ofthe Hall,hurld up their Caps, 
 And fome tenne voyces cry’d,God fave King Richard; 
 And thus I tooke the vantage of thofe few. 
 Thankes gentle Citizens,and friends,quoth I, 
 This generall applaute and chearefull fhowr, 
 Argues your wifdome,and your love to Richard: 
 And even here brake offand came away. 
 
 Rich. What tongue-lefle Blockes were they, 
 Would they not {peake? 
 Will not the Major then,and his Brethren,come? 
 
 Bue. The Major is here at handsintend fome feare, 
 Benot you {poke with,but by mighty fuit: 
 And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand, 
 And ftand betweene two Church-men,good my Lord 
 For on that ground Ile makea holy Detcant: 
 
 - And be not eafily wonne to our requetts, 
 
 Play the Maids part, ftillanfwer nay,and take it. 
 
 Rieh, I goe:and if you plead as well for thent, 
 As I can fay nay tothee tor my felfe, 
 No doubt we bring tttoa happy iffue. 
 
 Buc. Go,go up tothe Leads, the Lord Major knocks. 
 
 Enter the Major and Citizens, : 
 
 | Welcome,my Lord,I dance attendance here, 
 gh | Tthinkethe Duke will not be fpoke withall. 
 
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 The Life and Death of Richard the Third. 
 
 Enter Catesby. 
 
 But. Now (uteiby,w hat {ayes your Lord to my requeft? 
 * Cates, He dath entreat your Grace,my Noble Lordy 
 To vifit him to morrow,or next day: Lot 
 He is within, with two right reverend Fathers; 
 Divinely bent to Meditation, 
 And in no Worldly faites would he be moy’d, 
 To draw him front his holy Exercife. 99 
 Buc. Returne good (atesby,to the gracious Duke, 
 Tell him,my felfe,the Major and Aldermen, 
 In deepedefignes,in matter of great moment, 
 No lefie importing then our generall good, 
 Arecome to have fome conference with his Graces 
 Cates. Ie fignifie fo much unto him firaight. .. Exit, 
 Buc. Ahha,my Lord,this Prince isnot an Edward, 
 He isnot lulling on alewd Love-Bed: 
 But on his Knees,at Meditation: 
 Not dallying witha Brace of Curtizans, 
 But meditating with two deepe Divines: 
 Not fleeping ,to engroffe hisidle Body, 
 But praying,to enrich his watchfullSonle. 
 Happy were England,would this vertuous Prince 
 Take on his Grace the Soveraignty thereof. 
 But fure I feare we fhall not winne him to it. 
 (Major. Marty God defend his Grace fhould fay us 
 nay. 
 "Boe. I feare he will:here Caresby comes againe, 
 
 Enter (atesby. 
 
 Now Catesby,what {ayes his Grace? 
 Cates. He wonders to what end you have aflembled 
 Such troopes of Citizeng,to come to him. 
 His Grace not being watn’d thereof before: 
 He feares,my Lord,you imeane no good to him. 
 Bac. Sorry I am,my Noble Coufin fhould 
 Sufpect me ,that I meaneno good to him: 
 By Heaven,we come to him in perfit love, 
 And fo once more returne,and tell his Grace. 
 When holy and devout Religious men 
 Areat their Beades, ’tis much to draw them thence; 
 So {weet is zealous Contemplation. 
 
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 Enter Richard aloft betmeene two Bilhops. 
 
 Ma.See where his Grace ftands,tweentwo Clergy mé, 
 Buc. Two Props of Vertue, fora Chriftian Prince, 
 To ftay him from the fall of Vanity: 
 And {eea Booke of Prayer in his hand, 
 True Ornaments to know a holy man. 
 Famous P/antagenet,moft gracious Prince, 
 Lend favourable care to our requefts, 
 And pardon us the interruption ) 
 Of thy Devotion,and right Chriftian Zeale. : 
 Rich. My Lord,there needes no fach Apology: 
 I doe befeech your Grace co pardon me, 
 Who earneft in the fervice of Ged, 
 Deferr’d the vifitation of my friends. 
 But leaving thts,what is your Graces pleafure? 
 Buc. Even that(I hope) which pleafeth God above, 
 And allgood men,uf this ungovern’d Ile. ' 
 Rich. I doe fu(pect I have done fame offence, 
 That femes difgracious in the Cities eye, 
 And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. 
 ‘Bue. You | 
 
The Life and Death of Richard the Third. 
 
 Buc. You have,my Lord: 
 Would it might pleate your Grace, 
 On our entreaties,to amend your fault. 
 Rich: Bilfe wherefore breathe Tita Chriftian Landa 
 Bue.Know then, it is your fault,that you refigne 
 The Supreme Seat,the Throne Majetticail, 
 The Sceptred Oifice of your Anceftors, 
 Your State of Fortuaesand your Deaw of Birth, 
 The Lineall Glory ofyour Royall Honfe, 
 To the corruption of a blemifht Stock: 
 Whiles in the milduefle of your fleepic thoughts, 
 (Which here we walken to our Countries good ;) 
 Tbe Noble Ile doth want his proper Limmes: 
 His Face detac’d with skarres of Infamy, 
 His Royail Stock grafft with ignoble Plants, 
 Andalmoft fhouldred in the {wallowing Gulfe 
 Of darke Forgetininefie,and deepe Oblivion. 
 Which to recure,we heartily folicite 
 Your gracious felfe to take on you thecharge 
 And Kingly Governement of this your Land: 
 Not as Protector,Steward,Subftitute, 
 Or lowly factor,for anothers gaine; 
 But as {ucceffively,from Blood to Blood, 
 Your Right of Birth,,your Empyry,your ownt. 
 For this,conforred with the Citizens, 
 Your very Worthipfull and loving friends, 
 And by their vehement inftigation, 
 In this juit Caufe come I tomove your Graces 
 Rich. T cannot tell,ifto depart in filence, 
 Or bitterly tof{peake in your reproofe, 
 Bet firteth my Degree,or your Condition. 
 For not to anfwer,you might haply thinke, 
 Tongue-ty’d Ambition,hot replying, yeelded 
 To beare the Golden Yoake of Soveraigntie, 
 Which fondly yoa weuld here impofe on me- 
 Ifto reprove you for this {uit of yours, 
 So feafon'd with your faithfull love tomes 
 Then on the other fide 1 check’d my friends, 
 Therefore to {peake,and toavoid the firft, 
 And then in {peaking,not to incurre the laft, 
 Definitively thus 1 anfwer you. 
 Your love deferves my thankes,but my defert 
 Vnmeritable,fhunnes your high requetft. 
 Firft,ifall Obftacles were cutaway, 
 And that my Path were even tothe Crowne, 
 Asthe ripe Revenue, and due of Birth: 
 Yet fo much is my poverty of {pirit, 
 So migbty,and fo many my defects, 
 | That 1 would rather hide me from my Greatnefles 
 Being a Barke tobrooke no mighty Sea, 
 Then in my Greatneffe covet to be hid, 
 Andin the vapour of my Glory {mother’d, 
 But God be thank’d,there is no need of me, 
 And much Inced to helpe youswerethere need: 
 The Royall Tree hath left us Royall Fruit, 
 Which mellow’dby the ftealing howres of time, 
 Will well become the Seat of Majeity, 
 And make us(no doubt)happy by his Reigne. 
 On bim I lay that,you would lay on me, 
 The Right and Fortune of hishappy Starres, 
 Which God defend that I fhould waing from hia 
 Buc. My Lord, thisargues Confcience in your Grace, 
 But the refpetts thereof are nice,and triviall, 
 Al! circumftances well confidered. 
 You fay,that Edward is your BrothersSonne, 
 So fay we too, but not by Edwards Wife: 
 
 For firft was he contract to LadyLacy, 
 
 | Your Motherlives a Watnefle to his Vows 
 | Audafterward by fubftitute betroth'd 
 
 To Boua,Sifter to the King of France. 
 
 Thefe both put. off,a poore Petitioner, 
 
 A Care-ctas‘d Mother toa many Sonnes, 
 
 A Beauty-waining,and diftrefled: Widow, 
 Even in the after-noone of her beft dayes, 
 Made prizeand parchafe of his wanton Eye, 
 Seduc'd the pitch,and height of his degree, 
 To bafe decienfion,and loath’d Bigamie. 
 
 By her,in his unlawfull Bed,he got 
 
 This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince. 
 More bitterly could Lexpoftulate, 
 
 Save that tor reverence to fome alive, 
 
 I givea {paring limit tomy Tongue. 
 
 Then good,my Lord, take to your Royall felfe 
 
 \ This proffer’d benefit of Dignity: 
 
 Tfnot to bieffe us and the Land withall, 
 
 Yet to draw forth your Noble Anceftry 
 
 From the corruption of abufing times, 
 
 Voto a Lineall true derived courfe. 
 (Naior. Do good my Lord,your Citizens entreatyou. 
 Buc. Refufenot,mighty Lord, this proffer’dlove. 
 (ates. O makethem joyfull,grant their lawfull fait. © 
 Rich. Alas,why would you heape this Care onme? 
 
 Tam unfit for State,and Majefty: ‘ 
 
 I doe befeech you take it notamiffe, 
 
 I cannot,nor I will not yeeld toyoue 
 Bue, lf you refute it,as in love and zeale, 
 
 Loth to depefe the Child-your Brothers Sonne, 
 
 As well we know your tenderneffe of heart, 
 
 And gentle, kinde, effeminate remorfe, 
 
 Which we have noted in you to your Kindred, 
 
 And equally indeedeto all Eftates: 
 
 Yet know,where you accept our fuit,or no, 
 
 Your Brothers Sonne fhall never reigne our King, 
 
 But we will plane fome other inthe Throne, 
 
 To the difgrace and downe-fall of your Honfe:. 
 
 And in this refolutien here we leave you. pe 
 
 Come Citizens,we will entreat no more. Exeutt, 
 
 Cates. Call him againe, fweet Prince,accept their fuits 
 
 Ifyou deny them, all the Land will rue it. i 
 Rich. Witl you enforce me toa world of Cares? 
 
 Call them againe,I am not made of Stones, 
 
 But penetrable to your kinde entreaties, 
 
 Albeit againft my Conf{cienceand my Soule. 
 
 Enter Buckingham,and the reft. 
 Coufin of Buckingham,aad fage grave men, 
 Since you will buckle fortune on my back, 
 Tobeare her burthen, whether, ! will or no, 
 I mutt have patience to endure the Load: 
 But if black Scaudall,or foute-fac’d Reproach, 
 Attand the fequeli of your Impofition, 
 Your meere enforcement fhall acquittance me 
 
 From all the impure blots and ftaynes thereof, Be ye 
 
 For God doth know, and you may partly fee, 
 How farre 1 am from thedefireofthis. nage = 
 ; Maior. God bleffe your Grace,wee fee ityand will 
 ayite a> Tyee : 
 Rich Tn faying {o,you fhall but fay the truth. 
 Buc, Then I {alute you with this Royall Title, 
 Long live King Richard , Englands worthy King. 
 Ail, Amen. i: 
 Buc. Tomorrow may it pleafe youto be Crown'd? 
 Rich. Even when you pleafe,for you will haveit . 
 : Bue 
 
Buc. To morrow then we willattend yourGrate, 
 And fo molt joyfully we take our leaves. 
 “Rich, Come, let us to our holy Worke againe. 
 Farewell my Coufins, farewell gentle friends. Exesne, 
 
 _ Allus Quartus Scena Prima, 
 
 Enter the Qutene , Anne Dacheffe of Gloucefter,the 
 Duchelfe of Yorke, and Marquelfe Dorfet, 
 
 Duch, Yorke. Who meetes us heere? 
 | My Necce Plantagenet, | 
 Led inthe hand of her kind Aunt of Glofter? 
 Now. for my Life,thee’s wandring to the Tower, 
 On pure hearts love,to greet the tender Prince. 
 ‘Daughter, well met. : 
 An. God give your Graces botha happy 
 And a joyfull time of day. : 
 2u. As much to you,good Sifter:whither away? 
 _ 44n. No farther then the Tower,and as! gueffe, 
 Vpon the like devotionas your felves, 
 To gratualate:the gentlePrincesthere. 
 Xu, Kind Sifter thankes,wee'le enter all together: 
 
 Enter the Lieutenant. 
 
 And in goodtime,here the Lieutenant comes. 
 Maifter Lieutenant, pray you,by your leave, 
 How doth the Prince,and my young Sonne of Yorke? 
 Lien. Right well, deare Madamesby your patience; 
 I may not fuffer you to vifit them, i 
 The King hath ftrictly charg’d the contrary. 
 Qu. TheKing? who's that? 
 Luen.T meane,the Lord Protector. 
 Qu, The Lord prore& him fromthat Kingly Title. 
 Hath be fet bounds betweene their love,and me? 
 Tam their Mother, who fhall barre me from them?’ ¥ : 
 Duh. Yorke. Lam their Fathers Mother, I will fee 
 | them. Mae obiehtt. 
 An. Their Aunt I am ih law3in love their Mother: 
 | Then bring meto their fights, Ile beare thy blame, 
 And take thy Orfice from thee,on my peril. 
 Lies. No,Madame,no;I may not leavg it fo: 
 Tam bound by Oath,and therefore pardon me. | 
 a Exit Licatenant. 
 
 Ente Stanley. 
 
 |“ Stan.Let me but meet you Ladies one howre hence, 
 And lle {alute your Grace of Yorke as Mother, 
 _ And reverend looker on of two faire Queenes. « 
 Come Madame,you mutt fraight to Weftminfter, 
 There to be crowned Riehards Royall Queene. 
 2u.Ab,cutmy Laceafunder, 
 That my pent heart may have-fome {cope to beat,’ 
 Or elfe H{woone with this dead-killing newes. 
 An. Delpightfull tidings,O unpleafing ewes. 
 Dor{.Be of good cheare : Mother , how fares’ yout 
 _ Grace? . 
 Qu. O Dorfét, fpeake not to me,get thee gone, 
 | Death and Deftruction dogges thee at thy heeles, 
 _ Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children. 
 If thou wilt out-ftrip Death,goe croffe the Seas, 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the Vind, 
 
 | Befideshe hates me for my Father *arwicke, 
 
 ‘| Teomy Grave,where peace.and reft lye with mee. 
 
 _ And each howres joy wrackt witha weekeof teene.. 
 
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 And Jive with Richmond,from the reach of Hell. 
 Goe hye thee, hyéthee from this flaughter-houfe, 
 Left thou encréafe the nsmberof thed ead, 
 And-make me dyethe thrall of Aargarets Curfe, 
 Nor Mother, Wife,nor Englands counted Queene. 
 
 ( Stan. Puli of wife care,is this your countaile, Madame: 
 Take all the fivift advantage of thehowres: _ 
 You fhall have Letters from me to my Sonne; _ , 
 In your behalfe,to meet you onthe Ways Se 
 Be not ta'ne tardy by uaiwife delay, pe. 
 
 _ Duc. Yor. O ittdifperfing Winde of Mifery 
 O my accurfed Wombe,the Bed of Death: 
 
 A Cockatrice haft thou hatcht tothe World, 
 Whofe vnavoided Eye is murtherous. 
 
 Stan. Come,Madame,come,| inall hafte was {ent. 
 
 ez. And I with all unwillingneffe will go.’ : 
 O would to God,that the inclufive Verge 
 OfGolden Metrall,that muft round my Brow, 
 Were red hot Steele,to feare me to the Braines, 
 Anoynted let me be with deadly Veno ne, 
 And dye ere men can fay,God fave the Queene. 
 
 Qu. Goe,goe,poore foule,I envienot thy glory, 
 To feed my humor, with thy felfe no harme. . 
 
 An, No:why?Whenke that is my Husband now, 
 
 Cameto me,as I follow’d Henries Corfe, 
 When fcarce the blood was well watht from his hands, 
 Which iflued from my other Angell Husband, 
 And that deareSaint, which then I weeping follow’d; 
 O,when | fay, T look’d on Richards Face, 
 This was my With:Bethou(quoth I)accurft, * 
 For making me,to young,fo old a Widow: 
 And whenthou wed’ft,let forrow haunt thy Bed;> > 
 And be thy Wife, ifany be fo ma po oh 
 More miferable,by the Life of thee, ey 
 Then thou haft made me,by my deare Lords death, 
 Loe,cre I can repeat this Curfe againe, 
 Within fo fmallatime,ymy Womans heart 
 Groffely grew captive to his honey words, 
 And prov’d thefubjet of mine owne Soules Curfe, 
 Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from reft: 
 For never yet one howre in his Bed 
 Did T enjoy the golden deaw of fleepe, 
 But with his tirnorous Dreames was {till awak’d, 
 
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 And will(no doubt) fhortly be rid of me. : 
 2. Poore heart adieu,t pitty thy complaining. 
 4x. No more, then with my foule I mournefor 
 yours. 
 Dorf. Farewell,thou wofull welcommer of glory. 
 Anne, Adicu, poore foule, that tak’ft thy leave 
 of it; . 
 Duc. Yorke. Go to Richmond,to Dorfet,to Ane, tothe 
 Queene ,and good fortune guide thee, 
 Gothou to Richard,and good Angels tend thee, 
 Go thou to Sanctuary and good thoughts poffefle thee; 
 
 Eighty odde yeeres of forrow have I feene, 
 
 Qu, Stay,yet looke backe with me unto the Tower. 
 Pitty,you ancient Stones ,thofe tender Babes, 
 Whom Envie hathimmur’d within your Walls, 
 Rough Cradle for fiich little pretty ones, 
 
 Rude ragged Nurfe,old fullen Play-fellow, 
 For tender Princes:ufe my Babies well; 
 So foolifh’Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell. 
 ans Exeunt, 
 Soxtnd 
 
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 The Lieand Deathof Richard the Third. 
 
 Seana Secunda. 
 SS ARATE 
 
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 Sound a Sonnet. Enter Richard sm pompe ,B #c= 
 kingham, Catesby, Ratchffe,Lovele 
 
 Rich. Stand all apart. Confin of Buckingham. 
 Buck.My gracious Soveraigne- 
 Rich. Gee me thy hand. Sound. 
 Thus high,by thy advice,and thy affiftance, 
 Is King Richard feated: ; 
 But fhall we weare thefe Glories for aday? 
 Or thall they laft,and we rejoyce 10 them? 
 Bue. Stilllive they,and for ever let them laft. 
 Rich. Ah Buckingbam,now doe I play the Touch; 
 To try if thou be currant Gold indeed: 
 Young Edwardlives,thinke now what I would fpeakee 
 Buck; Say onmy loving Lord. } 
 Rich. Why Backingham,| fay 1 would be King. 
 Bue. Why fo youare, my t riceerenowned Lord, 
 Rich. Ha? am 1 King? “tis fo:but Edward lives 
 Buc. True,Noble Prince. ‘i ‘ 
 Rich. O bitter confequence! 
 That Edward ftill fhouid live true Noble Prince. 
 Coufin,thou waft not wontto be fo dull. 
 Shall I be plaine? with the Baltards dead, 
 ‘And I would have it faddenly perform’d. 
 What fay’t thou now ? fpeake {uddenly,be briefe. 
 Buc. Your Grace may doe your pleafure. 
 Rich. Tat,tut,thou art all Ice,thy kindneffe freezes: 
 Say, have Ithy confent,that they fhall dye? 
 
 Bu.Give me fome little breath,fome pawfe,deare Lord, 
 
 Before I pofitively fpeake in this: 
 
 I will refolve you herein prefently- Exit Buck, 
 (Cates. The King ts angry fee he gnawes his Lippe. 
 Rich. will converfe with Iron-witted Fooles, 
 
 And unrefpective Boyes:noneare for me, 
 
 That looke into me with confiderate eyes, 
 
 High-reaching Buckingham growes circum{pecte 
 
 Boy. 
 
 Pigs: My Lord. ¢ 
 
 Rich, Know’tt thounot any,whom corrupting Gold 
 Will tempt unto a clofe exploit of Death? 
 
 Page. 1 knowa difcontented Gentleman, 
 
 Whofe humble meanes match not his haughty {pirit: 
 
 Gold wereas good astwenty Orators, ; 
 
 And wili(ne doubt) tempt bim to any thing. 
 
 Rich. W hat is his Name? 
 Pag. His Name,my Lord,isTirell. ey 
 Rich. I partly know the man:goe callhim hither, 
 
 Boy: : Exit. 
 
 The deepe revolving witty Buckingham, 
 
 - Nomore fhall be the neighbor to my counfailes. 
 
 Hath he {0 long held ont with me,untyr d, 
 
 And ftops he now for breath? Well,be it fo. 
 
 Enter Staxley. 
 
 How now,Lerd Standey,what’s the newes? 
 Stanley. Know my loving Lord,the Marqueffe Dorfes 
 ~ Astheare,is fled to Richmond, 
 Inthe parts where he abides. 
 Rice. Come hither Catesby, tumor itabroad, 
 That Anne my Wife is very grievous ficke, 
 
 I will take order for her keeping clofe: 
 ppt me out fome meane poore Gentleman, 
 Whom I will marry ftraight to Clarence Daughter! 
 
 The Boy isfoolifh,and I feare not him. sie 
 
 Looke how thou dream’fts1 fay agine,give ont, 
 That Avne,my Queene,is ficke,and like to dye. 
 About it,for it tands me much upon 
 
 To ftopall hopes,whofe growth may dammage me. | 
 
 ‘TI mutt be married to my Brothers Daughter, 
 Or elfe my Kingdome ftands on brittle Glaffe: 
 Murther her Brothers,aud then marry her, 
 Vucertaine way of gaine. But lamin 
 So farre in blood,that finne will pluck on finne, 
 Teare-falling Pitty dwellsnot inthis Eye. 
 
 Enter Tyrrel. 
 Is thy Name Tyrrel? 
 
 Tir. lames Tyrrel,and your moft obedient fubject. x 
 
 Rich. Art thou indeed? 
 Tyr.Prove me, my gracious Lord. 
 Rich. Dar’t thou refolve to killa friend of mine? 
 Tyr. Pleafe you: ; 
 But I had rather kill two enemies. . 
 Rich. Why then thon haft it:ewo deepe enemies, « 
 Foestomy Reftyand my fweet fleepes difturbers, 
 Are they that I would have thee deale upon: 
 Tyrrel,I meane thofe Baftards in the Tower. 
 df Let me have open meanes to come to them, 
 And foone Herid you from the feare of them. 
 Rich. Thon fing’ft {weet Mufiques 
 Hearke,come hither Tyrre/, 
 Goe by this token:rife,and lend thine Eare, 
 There is no more but fosfay it isdone, . 
 And I will loye thee,and preferre thee for it- 
 Tyr. Twill difpatch it ftraight. Exit. . 
 
 Enter B suckin cham. 
 Bye. My Lord, have confider’d in my minde, 
 
 | The late requeft that you didfonndmein. 
 Rich. Well,letthat reft:Dorfer is fledto Richmend. | 
 
 Bae. I heare the newes,my Lord. 
 Rich. Stantey,hee is your Wives Sonne:well,looke 
 unto it. Tie 
 
 For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn’d 
 Th’Earledome of Hereford,and the moveables, 
 Which you have promifed I thall poffeffe. 
 
 Rich. Stanley looke to your Wife:if fhe cqnvey 
 Letters to Richmond,you fhall anfwer it. 
 
 Buc. Whatfayes your Highneffe omy juftrequelt? | 4 
 
 Rich. I doe remember me, Henry the Sixt 
 
 Did prophecy,that Richmond fhould be King, 
 
 When Richmond wasa little peevifh Boy, 
 
 A King perhaps. es 
 Bue. May it pleafe you torefolve me in miy fuite 
 Rich. Thou troubleft me, I am not in the veine. Exit 
 
 Buc. Andis it thus?repayeshe my deepefervice 
 
 With fuch contempt? made I him King for this? 
 O let me thinke on Haffings,andbe gone. 
 To Brecnock,while my fearefull Head is on 
 
 Enter Tyrrel. : 
 Tyr. The tyrantious and oa Actis dones' 
 
 The moft arch deed of pittions maflacre 
 
 Whifers | 
 
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 Buc. My Lord,I clayme the gift,my due by promift, ka 
 
= ha SP or ao 
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 That ever yet this Land was guilty of; 
 
 Dighton and Forref?,whom I didiuborne 
 
 Todo this peece of ruthfull Butchery, 
 Albeit they were fletht Villaines,bloudy Dogges, 
 Melted with tenderneffe, and milde compaffion, 
 Wept like to Children, in their deaths fad Story. 
 Othus(quoth Dightor)lay the gentle Babes: 
 Thus ,thus(quoth Forref)girdling oné another 
 Within their Alablafter innocent Armes: 
 Their lips were foure red Rofes ona ftalke, 
 And in their Summer Beauty kift each other. 
 A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay, 
 
 } Which one(quoth Forze )almoft chang’d miy minde: 
 But oh the Divell,there the Villaine ftopt: 
 When Dightenthustold on,wef{mothered _ 
 The moft replenithed {weet worke of nature, 
 That from the prime Creation ere the framed. 
 
 | Henceboth are gone with Confcience and Remorfe, 
 They could not{peake, and fo I leftthem both, 
 To beare thefe tydings to the bloudy King, 
 
 Enter Richard. 
 
 And heere he comes. All health my Soveraigne Lord. 
 
 Rie.Kinde Tirrelam I happy in thy Newes. 
 
 Tir. Iftohave done the thing you gave in charge, 
 Be get your happineffe, be happy then, 
 
 For it is done. 
 
 Richs But did’e{t thou fee them dead? 
 
 Tsr. I did my Lord. 
 
 Rich, And buried gentle Tirrell? 
 
 Tir. The Chaplaine of tht Tower hath buried them, 
 But where(to fay the truth)E do not know. 
 
 Rich. Come to me Tirrel foone,and after Supper, 
 When thou there fhalt tell the proceffe of their death. 
 Mcane time,but thinke how I may do theegood, — 
 And be inheritor of thy defire, 
 
 Farewell till then. 
 | Tér, humbly take leave. 
 Réch. The Sonne of Clarence have I pent upclofe, 
 
 His danghter meanly have I matcht in marriage, 
 The Sonnes of Edward fleepe in e4brabams bofome, 
 And dune my wife hath bid this world good night, 
 Now for Iknow the Britaine Richmond aymes 
 Atyong Elizabeth my Brothers daughter, 
 Aad by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne, 
 
 | To her gol, a jolly thriving wooer. 
 
 Enter Ratchffe. 
 
 Rat. My Lord. pedi, 
 
 Rich. Good or bad newes,that thou com’ kt info 
 bluntly? oy 
 
 Rat.Bad news my Lord, AZourton is fled to Richmond, 
 And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welfhmen 
 Isin the ficld,and fiill his power encreaferh. 
 
 Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more néere, 
 Then Buckingham and his rath levied Strength. 
 Come,! havelearn’d,that fearfull commenting 
 Isleaden fervitor to dull delay. 
 
 Delay leades impotent and Snaile-pac’d Beggery: 
 
 Then fiery expedition be my wing, 
 
 Toves Mercury,and Herald for a King: 
 
 Go mufter men: My counfaile is my Sheeld, 
 
 We mutt be breefe, when Traitors brave the Field. 
 Exennt. 
 
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 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Enter old Daicene (Margaret, 
 
 (Mar. So now profperity begins to mellow; 
 And drop into the rotten mouth of deaths 
 Heere in thefe Confines {lily have I lurkt, 
 To watch the waining of inine enemies. 
 A dire induction,am i witneffe to, 
 And will to France,hoping the confequence 
 Will prove as bitter, blacke,and Tragicall. 
 Withdraw thee wretched Mar garet,who comes heere? 
 
 Eater Dutcheffe and Queene. 
 
 24, Ah my poore Princes !ah my tender Babes! 
 
 My unblowne Flowers , new appearing fivectss 
 
 Ifyet your gentle foules flyc in the Ayre, 
 
 And be not fixt in doome perpetuall, 
 
 Hover about me with your ayery wings; 
 
 And heare your mothers Lamentation. 
 
 (Mar. Hover about her,fay that right for right 
 
 Hath diayd your Infant morne;to Aged night. 
 
 Dut. So many miferies have craz’d my voyce, 
 
 That my woe-wearied tongue is ftill and mute. 
 
 Edward Plantagenet,why art thou dead? 
 
 Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, 
 
 Edward for Edward,payes a dying debt. 
 
 _ Qu. Wilt thou,O God,flye trom fuch gentle Lambs, 
 
 And throw them inthe intrailes of the Wolfe? 
 
 Why didft thou feepe , when fuch adeed was:done? 
 Mar, When holy Henry dyed,and my fwee Sonne. 
 Dut. Dead life,blind fight,poore mortall living ghoft, 
 
 Woes Scene, Worlds fhame,Graves due,by life ulurpt, 
 
 Breefe abftract and record of tedious dayes, 
 
 Reft thy unreft on Englands law full earth, 
 
 Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood. 
 22u, Ab that thou would ft affoone affoord a Grave, 
 
 As thou canft yeeld a melancholly feate; 
 
 Then would I hide my bones,not reft them heere, 
 
 Ah who hathany caufe to mourne but wee? 
 
 (Mar. \f ancient forrow, be moft reverent, 
 
 Give mine the benefit of figneury, 
 
 And let my greefes frowne on the upper hand 
 
 If forrow can admit Society. 
 
 I had an Edward,till a Richard kild him: 
 
 I had a Husband, tilla Richard kill'd him: 
 
 Thon had’ft an Edward,tilla Richard kill’d him: 
 
 Thou had’ft a Richard , till a Richard kill’d him. 
 
 Dat. Vhad a Richardtoo,and thou did’ft kill him; 
 
 Ihada Rutland tuo,thou holp’ ft to kill him. . 
 (Mar. Thou had’ft a Chirence too, 
 
 And Richard kill’d him. 
 
 From forth the kennel of thy wombe hath crept 
 
 A Hell-hound that doth bunt usalito death: 
 
 That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes, 
 To worry Lambes,and lap their gentle blood: 
 That foule defacer of Gods handy worke: 
 
 That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping foules:' 
 That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth, — 
 Thy wombe let loofe to chafeus to our graves, 
 Oupright,juft,and true-difpofingGod, 
 How do I thanke thee,that this carnall Curre 
 
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 Preyes on the iffue of his Mothers bodys 
 And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone. 
 Dat. Ob Harries wife, triumph not in my woes: 
 God witneffe with me,1 have wept for thine. 
 Mar. Beare with me : 1am hungry for revenge, 
 And now I cloy me with beholding it. 
 Thy Edward he is dead,that kill’d my Edward, 
 Theother Edwarddead,to quit my Edward: © 
 Yong Yorke, he is but boote,becaufe both they 
 Matcht not the high perfection of my loffe. 
 Thy Clarence he is dead that ftab'd my Edward, 
 And the beholders of this franticke play, 
 Thradulterate Haftings, Rivers Vanghan,Grey, 
 Vntimely fmother’d in their dusky Graves- 
 Richard yetlives,Hels blacke Intelligencer, 
 Onely referv’d their Factor,to buy foules, 
 And {end then rhither:But at band,at hand 
 Infues his pittious and unpittied end. 
 Earth gapes,Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints prays 
 To have him fodainly convey'd from hence: 
 Cancell his bond of life,deere God I pray, 
 ThatI may live and fay, The Dogge is dead. 
 .O thoudid’t prophefie,the time would come, 
 That I thould with for theeto helpe me curfe 
 That bottel’d Spider,that foule bunch-back’d Toad. 
 Mar. calPdthee then , vaine flourith of my fortune: 
 I call’d thee then,poore Shadow. painted Queene; 
 The prefentation of but what I was; 
 The flattering Index of adirefia!l Pageant, 
 One heav’d a high,to be hurl’ddowne below: 
 A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes; 
 A dreame of what thou watt, a garifh Magge 
 To be the ayme of every dangerous Shot; 
 A figneof Dignity.a Breath.a Bubble: 
 A Queene in leaft,onely to fill the Scene. 
 Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers? 
 Where bethy two Sonnes? Wherein doft thou Toy? 
 Who fues,and knecles and fay es,God fave the Queene? 
 Where bethe bending Peeres that flattered thee? 
 Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee? 
 Declineéall this,and fee what now thou art. 
 For happy Wife,a moft diftrefled Widdows 
 For joyfail Mother, one that wailesthe name: 
 For one being fuedte,one that humbly fues: 
 For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with cares 
 For the that fcorn’d at me, now {corn’d of me: 
 For the being feared of all ,now fearing one: 
 For the commanding all obey’d of none. 
 Thus hath the courfe of Iuftice whirl’dabont, 
 And left thee but a very prey to time, 
 Having no more but Thought of what thou waft, 
 To torture thee the more,being whatthou art, 
 Thon didftufurpe my place, and do thon not 
 Viurpethe jut proportion of my Sorrow? . 
 Now thy prond Necke ,beares halfe my burthen’d yoke, 
 From which,even heere I flip my wearied head, 
 And leave the butthen of it alljon thee. 
 Farewell Yorkes wife; and Queene of fad mifchance, 
 Thefe Englith woes,fhall make me {mile in France, 
 Qu. O thou well skill’din Custes,ftay a-while, 
 “And teachme how to curfe mine enemies. 
 Mar. Forbeare to fleepe the night, and faft the day: 
 Compare dead happineffe, with living woe: 
 Thinke thatthy Babes were fweeter then they were, 
 And he that flew them fowler then he is: 
 Bett’ring thy loffe, makes the bad caufer worfe, 
 
 The Life and Death of Richard the T bird. | 
 
 | My damned Son, that thy two {weet Sonnes {mother'd, | 
 
 { 
 | Either be patient,and intreat me fayre, 
 
 Revolving this,will teach thee howto Curfe. 9. 
 Qu. My word are dull,O guicken them withthine, 
 Mar. Thy woes will make them fharpe; " 
 
 And pierce like mine. Exit Mar 
 Dut. Why fhould calamity be full of word 
 Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Cliens Woes, 
 
 Ayery fucceedersof inteftine joyes, clap 
 
 Pooré breathing Orators of miferies, 
 
 Let them have {cope,though what they willimparty — ] 
 
 Helpe nothing els,yet do they eafe the hart. ae 
 
 ‘Dut. If fo then, be not Tongue-ty digo with me, 
 
 And inthe breath of bitter words,let’ s {mother 
 
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 2 oe eee eee ee a ee eee 
 
 The Trumpet founds,be copious in exclaimes. 
 
 ay 
 
 Enter King Richardsand his Traine, _ 
 Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition? 
 Dut.© fhe,that might have intercepted thee 
 
 By ftrangling thee in her accurfed wombe, ; 
 
 Fromall the flaughters(Wretch )that thouhaftdone, — } 
 Qx.Hid’ ft thou that Forhead witha GoldenCrowne | 
 
 Where’t fhould be branded, if that right were right? | 
 
 The flaughter of the Princethat ow’d that Crowne, 
 
 And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes,and Brothers | 
 
 Tell me thou Villaine-flave,where aremy Children? | 
 Dat. Thou Toad,thou Toades 1 Taal 
 
 Whereis thy Brother Clarence? 
 
 And little 2d Plantagenet his Sonne? = SR, 
 Qu. Where isthe gentle Rivers Vaughan,Grae 
 Dut. Where is kinde Haftings? ee | 
 
 Rich. A fourith Trumpets, ftrike Alaram Drammes: | | 
 Let notthe Heavens heare thefé Tell-tale women @ 
 Raile onthe Lords Annointed. Strike] fay. 
 
 Flourifo. Alarums.: 
 
 Or withthe clamorous report of Warre; 
 Thus will I drowne your exclamations- 
 Dat. Art thou my Sonne? 
 Rich. 1, Ithanke God,my Father,and your felfe ” 
 ‘Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience. 
 Rich, Madam,I havea touch of your condition 
 Thar cannot brooke the accent of reproofe, 
 Dat.O let me fpeake. 
 Rich. Dothen,but Ile not heare. 
 Dut. 1 willbe milde,and gentle in my words. 
 Rich. And breefe(good Mother)for 1am in haft: 
 Dut. Art thou fo hafty?l have ftaid for thee 
 (God knowes)in torment and in agony- 
 ich. And came E not at laft to comfort you? 
 Dut. No by the holy Rood,thou knowft it well, 
 Thoucam’ft on earth,to make the earthmy Hells 
 A greevous burthen was thy Birth tome, 
 Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancy. | 
 Thy Schooledaies frightfull,defj rare, wilde,and furious, | - 
 Thy prime of Manhood,daring,bold,and venturous! ~~ | 
 Thy Age confirm'd,proud,fubtie,flye,and bloody, =| 
 More milde,but yet more harmfull;Kinde inhatred? 
 W hat comfortable houre canft thou name, a 
 That ever grac’d me with thy company? 
 Rich. Faith none,but Hawfrey Hower, 
 big she ap Grace 
 To Breakefaft once,forth of my company. 
 If befo difgraciousin your pe ord 
 Let me martchon,and not offend you Madam. 
 Strike up the Drumme. 
 Dut. 1 prythee heare me fpeake. 
 
Rich, Youfpeake too bitterly. 
 Dut. Heare mea word : 
 For I shall never fpeake to thee againe. 
 Rich. So. 
 Dut, Either thou wilt dye, by Gods juft ordinanee 
 Ere from this warre thou turnea Conqueror : . 
 | OrI with griefe and extreame Age fhail perifh, 
 Andnever more behold thy face againe- 
 Therefore take with thee my moft gretvous Curfe, 
 Which in the day of Battelltyre thee more _ 
 Thenallthe compleat Armour thar thou wear’lt. 
 My Prayers onthe adverfe party fight, 
 And there the little foules of Zdwards Children, 
 | Whifper the Spirits of thine Enemies, 
 And promife them Succeffeand Victory, : 
 Bloudy thon art, bloudy will be thy end : 
 Shame fervesthy hnfe,and doth thy death attend. Ex. 
 Quees Though far more caufe, yet much lefle {pirit to 
 Abides in me, i fay Amento her. (curfe 
 Rich. Stay Madam, { muft talkea word with you. 
 Que. \haveno more fonnes of the Royall blood 
 For thee to flaughter. For my Daughters (Richare ) 
 They fhall be praying Nunnes, not weeping Queenes : 
 And therefore levéll not to hit their lives. 
 Rich. Yowhavea daughtes call’d E4zabeth, 
 Vertuous and Faire, Royalland Gracious « 
 Quee. And mutt the dye for this ? O let her live, 
 And Le corrupt her Manners, ftaine her Beauty» 
 Slander my. felfe; as falleto Edwards bed : 
 Throw over her the vaile of infamy, 
 So fhe may live unfcarr’d of bleeding flaughters 
 | I will confeffe the was not Edwards daughter. 
 Rich, Wrong not her Bycth, the is a Royall Princefle. 
 Quee. To fave her life, le fay the is not fo, 
 Rich, Her life is fafeft onely in her byrth. 
 Quee. And onely in that fafety, dyed her Brothers. 
 Rich, Loe at their Birth, good fiarres were oppofite- 
 Que. No, to their lives, il friends were contrary. 
 Rich. Allunavoyded is the doome of Deftiny- 
 Lue. True: when avoyded grace makes Deftiny. 
 My Babes were dettin’d toa fairer death, 
 If grace had bieft thee with a fairer life. 
 Rich. You {peake as if that Thad flaine my Cofins? 
 Quee, Cofins indeed, and by their Vneklecouzend, * 
 Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life, 
 Whofe hand foever lanch’d their tender hearts, 
 Thy head (all indirectly) gave direction. 
 No doubi the murd’rous Knife was dull and blynt, 
 Till it was whetted on thy ftone-hard heart, 
 To revellin the Intrailes of my Lambes., 
 But that {till ufe of griefe, makes wilde gricfe tame, 
 My tongue fhould to thy eares not name my,Boyes, 
 Till that ny Nayles were anchor’d in thine eyes: 
 And I in fucha defp’rate Bay of death, 
 | Like a poore Barke, of failes and tackling reft, 
 Ruth all to peecesonthy Rocky bofome. 
 Rich. Madam, fothrive I in my enterprize 
 And dangerous fucceffe of bloody warres, 
 As intend more good to you and yours, 
 | Then ever you and yours by me were barm'd. 
 Quee, What good is cover’d with the face of heaven, 
 To bedifcovered, that can doe me good? 
 Rich. Th’adyancement of your children, gentle Lady 
 -Quee. Vp to fome Scaffold, there tolofetheir heads. 
 Rich, Vnto the dignity aud height of Fortune, 
 The high Imperiall Ty pe of this earths glory, 
 
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 Rue. Flatter my forrow with report of it : 
 Tell me, what Stats, what Dignity, what Honors 
 Canft thou devile zo apy childofmine. 
 Rich. Even all I have ; 1, and my felfe and all, 
 Will I withal! indow a child of thine : 
 So in the Lethe of thy angry foule, 
 Thou drowne the fad remembrance of thofe wrongs, 
 Which thou tuppofeft I have done to thee. 
 Qwee.Be breite, lealt that the procefle of thy kindneffe 
 Laft !onger telling then thy kindneffe date. 
 Rich. Then know, 
 That from my Soule, Ilovethy Daughters 
 Quee. My daughters Mocherthinkesit with her foale, 
 Rich. What doe you thinke ? 
 2u. That thou doftlove my daughter from thy fonic 
 So from thy foules love diditthou love her Brothers, 
 And from my heartslove, I doe thaake thee for it. 
 Rich, Be not fo hafty to.coufound iny meaning: 
 I meane that with my foule I love thy daughter, 
 And doe intend to make her Queene of England. 
 2%. Wellthen, who dof thou mean thallbe her King. 
 Rich, Even hethat makes her Queene.. 
 Who elfe fhould be ? 
 Quee, What, thou? 
 Rich. Evenfo : Howthinke you of it 2 
 Que. How cant thou wooe her? 
 Rich. That I would learne of you, 
 As one being beft acquainted with her humour. 
 Quge. And wilt thou learne of me? 
 Rich. Madam, with all my heart. 
 Quee. Sendto her by the man that flew her brothers, 
 A paire of bleeding hearts: thereon ingrave 
 Edward and Yorke, thea haply willfhe weepe : - 
 Therefore prefentto her, as fometime WVargaret 
 Did to thy father, leeptin Rutlands blood, 
 Ahand-kerchiefe, which fay to her did dreyne 
 The purple fappe from her {weet brothers body, 
 And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall. 
 If this inducement move her not to love, 
 Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds: 
 Tell her, thou mad’ft away her Vackle Clarence, 
 Her Vnckle Kivers, I (and for her fake) 
 Mad'ft quicke conveyance with her good Aunt e4une, 
 Rich. Youmocke me Madam, this isnot the way 
 To win your daughter, ; 
 Quee, There isno other way, 
 Vnietle thou could’ ft put on fome orher fha 
 And not be Richard, that hath done allrhis. 
 Rich. Say that I did all this for love of her. 
 Que.Nay then indeed the cannot choofe but hate thee, 
 Having boughtlove, with fuch a bloody fpoile. 
 Rich. Looke what is done, canact be now. amended : 
 Men fhall deale unadvifedly fometimes, 
 Which after-houres gives leyfi:reto re pente 
 If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes, 
 To make amends, Ile giveit to your daughter : 
 1f I have kill’d the iffue of your wombe, 
 To quicken your encreafe, I will beget 
 Mine iffue of your blood, upon your daughter ; 
 A Grandams nameis little leffe in love, 
 Then is the doting Title ofa Mother ; 
 They are as Children but one ftep below, 
 Even of your mettall, of your very blood : 
 Ofal! one paine, fave for anight of groanes 
 Endur’d of her, for whom you bid like forrow. 
 Your Children were vexation to your youth, 
 
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 But mine fhall be a comfort to your Age, 
 
 The loffe'you have, is but a Sonne being King, 
 
 And by that loffe, your Daughter is made Queene. 
 
 I cannot make you what amends I would, 
 
 Therefore accept fuch kindneffe as T can. 
 
 Dorfet your Sonne, that witha fearctull foule 
 
 Leads difcontented fteppes in Forraine foyle, 
 
 This faire Alliance, quickly {hall call home 
 
 To high Promotions, and great Dignity. 
 
 The King that calles your beiteous daughter wife, 
 
 Familiarly fhall call thy Derfet, brother : 
 
 Againe fhall you be Mother toa King : 
 
 Andallthe Raines of diftreflefull Times, 
 
 Repair’d with double Riches of Content. 
 
 What? we havemany goodly dayes to fee: 
 
 The liquid drops of Teares that you have fhed, 
 
 Shall comeagaine, tranform’d to Orient Pearle; 
 
 Advantaging their Love, with intereft 
 
 Often-times double gaine of happineffe. 
 
 Goe then (my Mother ) tothy Daughter goe, 
 
 Make bold her bafhfull yeares, with your experience, 
 
 Prepare her eares to heare a Wooers Tale. 
 
 Put in her tender heart, th’afpiring Flame 
 
 Of Golden Soveraignty : Acquaint the Princefle 
 
 Wi ththe {weet filent houres of Mairiage joyes 
 
 And when this Arme of mine hath chaltifed 
 
 The petty Rebell, dull-brain’d Buckingham, 
 
 Bound with Triumphant Gariands will I come, 
 
 And leade thy daughter toa Conquerors bed : 
 
 To whom I will retaile my Conqueft wonne, 
 
 And the fhallbe fole Victorefle, Cafars Cafar. 
 Que. What were I belt to fay, her Fathers brother’ 
 
 Would be her Lord ? Or fhall I fay her Vnkle? 
 
 Or he that‘flew her Brothers, and her Vnkles ? 
 
 Vader what Title fhall I wooe for thee, 
 
 That God, the Law, my Honor, and her Love, 
 
 Can make fesme pleafing to her tender yeeres ? 
 Rich. lnterre faire Englands peace by this Alliance. 
 Qu. Which the hall purchafe with {till Jafting warre. 
 Rich. Tell her, the King that may command, intreats. 
 
 . Qu. That at her hands, which the kings King forbids | 
 
 Rich, Say the thall be a high and mighty Queene. 
 Qu. To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth. 
 Rich. Say T willlove her everlaftingly. 
 * Qu. But how long thall that title ever laft ? 
 Rich, Sweetly in force, unto her faire lives end. — 
 Qu. But how long fairely fhall her {weet life laft ? 
 Rich. As long as heaven and Naturelengthens it. 
 Qs, Aslongas hell and Richard likes of tt. 
 Rich. Say, U her Soveraigne, am her Subject low. 
 Qu, But the your Subject, lothes fuch Soveraignty. 
 Rich, Be eloquent in my behalfe to her. | 
 Qu, Awhoncht tale fpceds beft, being plainly told. 
 Rick, Then plainly to her, tell my loving tale. 
 Ou. Plaine and not honeft, istoo harth a ftyle. 
 Rich. Your Reafonsaretoo fhallow, and to quicke. 
 2x. Ono, my Reafons are too deepe and dead, 
 Too deepeand dead (poore Infants) in their graves, 
 Harpe on it ftill thal [, till heart-ftrings breake. 
 Rich. Harpe noton that {tring Madam, that is paft. 
 Now by my George, my Garter,and my Crowne. 
 Que, Prophan'd, difhonor’d, and the third nfurpr. 
 Rich. 1 fweare- 
 Que. By nothing, for this isno Oath: 
 - Thy George tophan'd, hath loft his Lordly honor 3, 
 Thy Garter blemith’d, pawnr'd his Kingly Vertne ;} 
 
 The Life and death of Richard the T bird. 
 
 Thy Crowne ufurp’d, difgrac’d his Kingly Glory awk 
 If fomething thou would tt f{weare to be beleev'dy. fy 
 Sweare then by fomething, that thou haftnot wrongd, } 
 Rich. Then by my felfe. ing a 
 Qu, Thy felfe, isfelfe-milus’ds 
 Rich. Now by the Worlds 
 Qu, ’Tis full of thy foute wrongs- 
 Rich. My Fathers death. 
 Quy. Thy life hath it difhonor’d. 
 Rich, Why then, by Heaven. 
 Que, Heavens wrong ismoft of alls 
 If thou didd’ft feare to breake an Oath with him, 
 The vnity the King my husband made, 
 
 | Thou had'ft not broken, aor my brothers died. 
 
 If thou had’ft fear’d to breake an oath by him, 
 Thiimperiall mettall, circling now thy head, 
 Had grac’d the tender temples of my child, 
 And both the Princes had beene breathing heere, 
 Whichnow two tender Bed-folowes for duft, 4 
 Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes. | — 
 W hat can't thou {weare by now? RP) 
 Rich. The time to come, oH; 
 Que, That thou halt wronged in the time ore-palts” 
 For I my felfe have many teares to wath . A 
 Hecreafter time, for time palt, wrong d by thee. : 
 The Children live, whofe Fathers thou haft flaughter'd 
 Vngovern'd youth, to waile itwith theirage: | 
 The Parents live, whofe Children thon haft butcher'd, 
 Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age. 
 Sweare not by time to come, for that thou haft 
 Mifus'd ere vs’d, by times ill-vs'd repaft. 
 Rich. Aslintend to profper, and repent ¢ 
 So thrive I in my dangerous Affaires 
 Of hoftile Armes: My felfe, my felfe confound : 
 Heaven, and Fortune barre me happy houres: 
 Day ,yeeld menot thy light ? nor Night, thy refte 
 
 | Be oppofite all Planets of good lucke 
 | To my proceeding, if with deere hearts love, 
 
 Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, 
 
 I tender nor thy beautious Princely daughter. 
 
 In her, confilts my happinefle, and thine 
 Without her, followesto my felfe,and thee, 
 Her felfe, the Land, and many a Chriftian foule, 
 
 | Death, Defolation, Ruine, and Decay * 
 | It cannot be avoyded; but by this: 
 
 It will not be avoyded, but by this. 
 Therefore deare M other (f mutt call you fo) 
 Be the Atturney of niy love to her : 
 
 | Pleade what I will be, not what I have beene 5 
 
 Not my deferts, but what I will deferve : 
 
 Vrgethe Necefflity and ftate of times, 
 
 And be not peevith found, in great Defignes. 
 Que. Shall l be tempted of the divell thus ? 
 Rick. 1, ifthe Divell tempt you to doz good, 
 Que. Shall I forget my felfe ,to be my felfe? Be 
 Rich. 1, if yourtelfes remembrance wrong your felfes} 
 Que. Yetthou didft kill my Children. oe: 
 Rich, But in yourdaughters wombe I bury them. 
 
 Where in that Neft of Spicery they will breed 
 
 Selves of themfelves, to your recomforture.. 
 
 Que. Shall I goe win my danghter to thy will? 
 Rich, Aud bea happy Mother by the deed. 
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 And you fhall underftand from me her mind. Exit Qt 
 Rich. Beare her my true loves kifle, and fo farewell 
 
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 Enter Raseliffes 
 
 Rate. Moft mighty Soveraigne,on the W efterne Coaft 
 Rideth a puiffant Navy : to our Shores i 
 Throng many doubtful! hollow-hearted friends, 
 _Vnarm‘d; and unrefolv'd to beat them backe. 
 
 ‘Tis thought, that Richmond is their Admirall: 
 And there they hull, expecting but the ayde 
 Of Buckingham, co welcome them athore. 
 
 Ric.Some light-foot friend poft tothe Duke of Norfolke 
 Ratehffe thy felfe, or (atesby, where is he ? 
 
 Cat. Here, my good Lord. 
 
 Rich. Catesby, flyeto the Duke. 
 
 Cat. 1 will, my Lord, with all convenient hafte, 
 
 Rich. (atesby come hither, pofte to Saliabuty. 
 
 When thou com’ft thither : Dull unmindfull Villaine, 
 Why ftay’ftthou here, and go’ftnottothe Duke? 
 
 - Cat.Firftymighty Liege,tell me your highneffe pleafire 
 Whatfrom your Grace I fhall deliver to him. - 
 
 Rich. O true, good Catesby, bid him levy ftraight 
 The greateft flrength and power that he can make, 
 
 And meet me fuddenly at Salisbury. 
 
 Cate I oc. Exit. 
 te What, may it plefe you, fhallI doe at Salis- 
 
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 : Rich, Why, what would’ft thou doe there, before I 
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 r Rat. Your highneffetold me I fhould pofte before. 
 Rich. “My minds chang’d : 
 
 Enter Lord Stantey. 
 
 Stanley, what newes with you ? 
 
 Sta.done, good my Liege,to pleafe you with the hea- 
 Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported. (ring, 
 
 Rich. Hoyday,a Riddle, neither good nor bad : 
 
 What need*{t thou runne fo many miles about, 
 When thou mayeft tell thy tale the neereft way ? 
 Once more, what newes?-—- 
 
 Stan. Richmondis on the Seas. {SELES 
 Rich. There let him finke, and be the Seds-on hist, 
 White-liver’d Runnagate, what doth he there ? 
 
 Stan. I know not, mighty Soveraigne, but by gueffe. 
 
 Rich. Well,as you guefle. sees 
 
 Stan. Stirr’d up by Derfer, Buckingham, and Mortex, 
 He makes for England, hereto claymethe Crowne. 
 
 Rich. Isthe Chayre empty? isthe Sword unfway’d ? 
 Is the King dead? the Empireunpofleft 2 
 What heire of Yorke is there alive, but we? 
 
 And who is Englands King, but great Yorkes heire? 
 Then tell me, what makes he upon the Seas? 
 
 Stan. Vnileffe for that, my Liege, L cannot gueffe. 
 
 Rich. Vnleffe for that he comes to be your Liege, 
 
 You cannot guefle wherefore the Welchman comes. 
 Thou wilt revolt, and flye to him, I feare. 
 
 Stan. .No, my good Lord, therefore miftruft me not. 
 
 Rich, Whereis thy Power then, to beat him backe ? 
 Where be thy Tenants, and thy followers ? 
 
 Arethey not now upon the Welterne Shore, 
 Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes ? 
 
 Stanley. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the 
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 Rich.Cold friends to me: whatdoe they in the North, |. 
 
 Whenthey fhould-ferve their Soveraigne in the Welt? 
 
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 Stas. They have not beene commanded, mighty King 
 Pleafeth your Majefty to give me leave, bles 
 Tle mufter up my firiends,and meet your Graces... 
 Where, and what time your Majefty thall pleafe....., » 
 Rich.I,thou would’ft be gone, tojoyne with Richmond: 
 But. Ilenot truft thee. ° ot si Fan 
 Stan. Mott mighty Soveraigne, 
 You have no caufeto hold my friendfhip-doubtfull,’ 
 Inever was, nor never will be falfe. _ : 
 Rich. Goe then, and mutter men? but leave behind 
 Your Sonne George Stanley : looke your heart be firme, 
 Or elfe his heads affurance is but fraile. 
 Stan. So deale with him, as I prove true to you. 
 Exit Stanley, 
 
 ‘Enter a MefJenger. a 
 
 (Meff. My gracious Soveraigne, now.in Devonthire, 
 As { by friends am well advertifed, sare 
 Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty Prelate, 
 
 Bifhop of Exeter, his elder Brother, 
 
 With many more Confederates,are inaymes, 
 
 Enter another Meffenger. 
 Meff. In Kent, my Liegethe Gui/fords are in Armes, 
 
 And every houre more Competitors 
 Flocketo the Rebels, and their power growes ftrong. 
 
 Enter another (Meffengtr. 
 
 M€ef; My Lord, the Army of great Buckingham.) 
 Rich. Out on ye, Owles, nothing but Songs of Death, 
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 There, take thou that , till thou baing better newes, 
 Mef. The newes Ihave totell your Majefty, 4. - = 
 Is, that by fudden Floods, and fall of Waters, 
 Buckinghams Army is difpers’d and fcatter’d, 
 And he himfelfe wandred away alone, 
 No man knowes whither. 
 Rich. lcry thee mercy ; 
 There is my Purfe, to cure that Blow of thine. 
 Hath any well-advifed friend proclaym’d 
 Reward te him that brings the Traytor in? * 
 (Mef[-Such Proclamation hath beene made, my Lord. 
 
 Enter pwother Meffenger. . 
 
 Moff. Sir Thomas Lovell, and Lord Marquee D or/ep, 
 *Tis faid, my Leige,in Yorkefhireare in Armes : 
 But this good comfort bring I to your Highneffe, 
 The Brittaine Navy is difpers’d by Tempett. 
 Richmond in Dorfetfhire {ent out a Boat 
 Vnte the fhore, to aske thofe on the Bankes, 
 Ifthey were his'Affiftants, yea,orno ?, ae 
 Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckinghans, 
 Vpon his party: he miftrufting them, : 
 Hoys'd fayle, and made his courfe againe for Brittaine. 
 Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up in Armes, 
 If notto fight with forraine Enemies, oe 
 Yet to beat downe thefe Rebels here at home. 
 
 Emer Caresby. 
 
 Cat. My Lice, the Duke of Backingham is taken; 
 That is the beft newes, that the Earleof Richmond | 
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 Is witha mighty power Landed at Milford, H 
 Is colder Newes, but yet they mutt be told. 
 
 Rich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reafon here, 
 A Royall battell might be wonne and loft : 
 Sonve one take order Buckingham be brought 
 To Salsbury, the reft march on with mee 
 
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 Enter Derby, and Sir “Chriftopber. 
 
 Der. Sir Chrifopber, tell Richmend this from me, 
 That in the ftye of the moit deadly Bore, 
 My Sonne George Stanley is frankt up in hold : 
 If I revolt, off goes yong Georges head, 
 The feare ofthat; holds off my prefent ayde. 
 So get thee gone : commend meto thy Lord. 
 Withall fay, that the Queene hath heartily confented 
 He fhould efponfe E4xabeth her daughter. 
 But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now ? 
 
 Chri. At Penbroke, or at Hertford Welt in Wales. 
 
 ‘Der, What imeit.of Name refort to him. 
 
 Chri. Sir walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier, 
 Sir Gubert Talbot, Sic Wslliam Stanley, 
 | Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Lames Blunt, 
 And Rice ap Thomas, witha valiant Crew, 
 And many other of great name and worth : 
 And towards London doe they bend their power, 
 If by the way they be not fought withall. 
 
 Der. Wellhye thee to thy Lord: I kiffe hishand, 
 My Letter will refolve him of my mind+ 
 
 Farewell. Exeunt. 
 
 eA tus Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Buckingham with Halberds, led 
 to Execution. 
 
 Buc. Willnot King Richard let me {peake with him ? 
 Sher. No my good Lord, therefore be patient. 
 ‘Buc. Hastings, and Edwards children, Gray and Rivers, 
 Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward, 
 Vaughan, andall that have mifcarried 
 By under-hand corrupted foule injuftice, 
 | Ifthat your moody difcontenced foules, 
 Doe throngh the clowds behold this prefent houre, 
 Euen for revenge mocks my deftruction. 
 This is All-foules day (Fellow) is itnot? 
 Sher. It ise 
 Buc. W hy then All-foules day.is my bodies doomfday 
 This isthe day, which in King Edwardstime 
 I wifh’d might fallonme, when 1 was found 
 Falfe to his Children, and his Wives Allies. 
 Thisisthe day, wherein I witht to fall 
 By the falfe Faith of him whom mott I trufted. 
 This, this All-foules day to my fearfull Soule, 
 Is the determin’d refpit of my wrongs : 
 That high All-feer, which I dallied with, 
 
 The Lifeand death of Richard the Third. t 
 
 Hath turn’d my fained Prayer on my head, iol 
 And given in earneft, what I begg din jeft. 
 
 Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men 
 To turnetheir owne points in their Mafters bofomes. | 
 Thus Aéargarets curfe falles heavy onmy neckes | 
 When he (quoth fhe) shall {plit thy heart with forrow, | 
 Remember Aa‘ garet was a Prophetefie : : OCR . 
 Come leade me Onticers to the blocke of fhamey 9 )] 
 Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blames} 
 Exceunt Buckinghara with Officers.\ 
 
 Scana Secunda, 
 
 Enter Rishmond Oxford, Bluut, Herbert, and ‘ 
 others, with drum and coleurs. 
 
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 Richm.Fellowesin Armes,and my moft loving 
 Bruis’d underneath the yoake of Tyranny, 
 Thus farre into the bowels of the Land, 
 Have we marcht on without :mpediment ; , 
 And here receive we from our Father Stanley 
 Lines of faire comfort and encouragement: 
 Tie wretched, bloody, and ufurping Boare, 
 (That fpoyl’'d your Summer Fields, and fruitfull V 
 Swilles your watm blood iike wath, & makes his trougt 
 Jn your embowel’d bofomes : This fouleSwine 
 Isnow even inthe Center of this ifle, aw 
 Ne’reto the Towne of Leicefter, aswelearne: 
 From Tamworth thither, is bat onedayes march, J 
 In Godsname cheerély on, couragions Friends, , 
 To reape the Harvelt ot perpetuali peace; 
 By this one bloody tryail of fharpe Warre. ae | 
 Oxf, Every mans Confcience isa thoufand men, | 
 To fight againft this gnilty Homicide. f 
 Her. J. doubt not but his Friends will turneto use} 
 Blu. He hath no friends,but what are friends for feare | 
 W hich in his deereft need will flye from him. ne 
 Richm. All for our vantage,then in Gods name march, | 
 True hope is{wift, aud flyes with Swallowes wings, 
 Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings. } 
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 Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke, Ratelify | 
 and the Earle of Surrey. ae 
 
 Rich.Here pitch our Tent,even here in Bofworth field; a 
 My Lord of Surrey, why looke you fo fad? he 
 Sar. My heart is ten times lighterthen my lookes | 
 Rich, My Lord of Norfolke. a 
 Nor. Hecre molt gracious Liege. 
 Rich, Norfolke, we muft have knockes : 
 Ha, muft we not?. ‘a 
 Nor. We mutt both give and take my loving Lords |” 
 Rich. Vp with my Tent, bere will Ilyetonight, ” He 
 But where to morrew ? Well, all’s onefor that.” # 
 Who hath defcried the number of the Traitors ? 
 Nor. Six or feventhoufand is their utmofpower- 
 Rich. W hy our Battalia trebbles that account + 
 Befides, the Kingsname is a Tower of ftrength, 
 Which they upon the adverfe Faction wamt. 
 Vp with the Tent: Come Noble Gentlemen, 
 Let us furvey the vantage of the ground. 
 Call for fome men of found direction : 
 
| Let’slackeno Difcipline. make no delay, 
 | For Lords, to morrow isa bufie day. Excunt, 
 Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Ox- 
 ford, and Dorfet. 
 Rich. The weary Sune; hath made a Golden fet, 
 And by the bright Tractof his fiery Carre, 
 Gives token of a goodly day to morrow. . 
 Sir Wiliam Brandon, youthall beare my Standard : 
 Give me fome Inke ard Paper in my Tevt ; 
 Tle draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile, 
 Limiteach Leader to his feverali Charge, 
 And part in juft proportion our {mall Power. 
 My Lord of Oxtord, you Sir William Brandon, 
 And you Sir Walter Herbert tay withme: 
 | 4 The Earle of Pembroke keepeshis Regiment; 
 mt | Good Captaine B/ent, beare my goodnight to him, 
 | And by the fecond houre in the Morning, 
 * } Defire the Earleto fee me in my Tent: 
 | Yet one thing more (good Captainc) doe for me + 
 i) || Whereis Lord Stan/ey quarter'd, doe you know ? 
 | Blusxt. Vniefle I have miftane his Colours much, 
 i} | (Whichwell Iam affur’d 1 have not dotie) 
 a | His Regiment lyes halfe a Mile at leaft 
 ii | South, from the mighty Power of the King. 
 
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 é | Réch. If without perill it be poflible, 
 itd | Sweet Blurt,make tome good meanes to {peak with him 
 gis | And give him from me, this moft needfill Note. — 
 i | ‘Blwxt. Vpon my felfe, my Lord, He undertake it, 
 | And fo God giveyougqnictreftto night. _ 
 at |. Reh. Good night good Captaine Blunt : 
 sm | Come Gentlemen, 
 
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 ~ } Let usconfult upon to morrowes Bufinefle; 
 _} Into my Tent, the Dew is rawe and cold. 
 
 is They withdraw into the Tent. 
 
 :: Enter Richard, Ratclffz, N orfolke, and Cate shy. 
 ie ; Rich. What is’ta Clocke? 
 ‘tn | Cat. It’s Supper time my Lord, it’s nine a Clocke. 
 ue King, I wilinot {up to night, 
 iat Give me fome Inke and Paper : 
 
 _| What; is my Beaver eafier then it was ? 
 gf And ail my Armour laid into my Tent ? “ 
 | Cat. It ismy Liege : and allthingsare in readinefie, 
 | ich. Good Norfolke; hye thee to thy charge, 
 | Vie carefull Watch, chooie trufty Centinels. 
 | Nor. Igce my Lord. 
 Rich. Stir withthe Larke to morrow, gentle Norfolke. 
 al Nor, I warrant you my Lord. Exit. 
 ae Rich, Ratcliffe. | 
 Rat, My Lord. 
 __ Rich. Send outa Purfuis art at Armes 
 | To Stasdeys Regiment : bid him bring his power 
 si | Before Sun-rifing, leaft his Sonne George fall 
 | a| Into the blind Cave of eternall night. 
 | Fille a Bowle of Wine: Give mea Watch; 
 yi? | Saddle white Surrey for the fieldto morow : 
 #4 Look that my ftaves be found,& not too heavy. Ratclsffe. 
 ‘i | Rat. MyLord. 
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 | Rich, Saw’ ft the melancholly Lord Northumberland ? 
 | Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey, and him(elfe, 
 
 @ | Much about Cockthut time, from Troopeto Troope 
 
 g | Went through the Army, chearing up the Souldiers. 
 
 a | _ King, So,lamfatisfied : Give me a Bowle of Wine, 
 | | Thavenot that Alacrity of Spirit, 
 
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 Nor cheere of Mind that I was wont to have, 
 Set itdowne, Is Inkeand Paper ready ? 
 Raz. Itis my Lord. 
 Rico. Bid my Guard watch. Leave me. 
 Ratchife, about the mid of night come to my Tent 
 And helpetoarmeme. Leave mel faye Exit Ratcliffe. 
 
 Exter Derby to Richmond in bis Tent. 
 
 Derb. Fortune, and Vigory fit onthy Helme. 
 
 Richm. All comfort that the darice night can affoord, 
 Be tothy perfon, Noble Father in Law, 
 
 Tcll me, how fares our Noble Mother ? 
 
 Der. Iby Attourney, bleffe thee from thy Mother, 
 W ho prayes continually for Richmonds good : 
 Somuch for that. The filent houres fteale on, 
 
 And flaky darkeneffebreakes within the Eaft. * 
 
 In briefe, for fo t! ¢ feafon bids us be, 
 
 Prepare thy Batteli early in the Morning, 
 
 And put thy Fortune to th’Arbitrement 
 
 Of bloody ftroakes, and mortall ftaring Warre : 
 
 I, as 1 may, that which I would,1 cannot, 
 
 With bett advantage will deccive the time, 
 
 And ayde thee in this donbrfull fhocke of Armés. — 
 But on thy fide I may not be too forward, 
 
 Leatt being {eene, thy Brother, tender George 
 
 Be executed in his fathers fight. 
 
 Farewell: the !eyfure, and the fearefull time 
 
 Cuts offthe ceremonious Vowes of Love, 
 
 And ample enterchange of {weet Difcourfe, 
 
 Which fo long fundred Friends fhould dwell upon : 
 God give us leyfure forthefe rites of Love. 
 
 Once more Adieu, be valiant, and {peed well, 
 
 Rickm. Good Lords conduc him to his Regiment : 
 Ile ftrive with troubled noyfe, totake a Nap, 
 
 Left leaden flumber peizeme dowreto morrow, 
 When I fhould mount with wings of Victory : 
 Once more, good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen. 
 
 _ Exeunt. (Maner Richmond. 
 O thon, whofe Captaine Iaccount my {elfe, 
 Look¢on my Forces witha gracious eye : 
 Put in their hands thy bruifing Irons of wrath, 
 That they may crafh downe witha heavy fall, 
 Th’ ufarping Helmetsof our Adv erfariés : 
 Makeus thy minifters of Chafticement, 
 That we may praife thee inthy vittery : 
 To thee I do commend my watchful foule, 
 Ere I {et falithe windowes of mine eyes: 
 Sieeping,and waking, ch defend me ftill. 
 
 Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Sonne to 
 
 Ruse i Henry the fist. 
 
 Gh.to Ri. Let me fit heavy onthy fonletomorrow : 
 Thinke how thou ftab’ft me in my prime of youth 
 At Teukesbury ; Defpaire therefore, and dye, 
 
 Ghoft to Richm. Be chearefull Richmand, 
 
 For the wronged Soules 
 
 Of butcher’d Princes, fight in thy beHalfe : 
 
 King Heuries iffue Richmond comafotts thee. 
 Enter the Ghoft of Henry the fixt. 
 
 Gbo8t. W hen I was mortall, my Annointed body’ 
 
 By thee was punched fullof holes; < 
 Thinke onthe Tower ,and me : De{paire, and dye, ~ 
 Henry the fixt, bids thee defpaire and dye. — 
 
 To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conquerors 
 Harry that prophefied thou fhould’ftbeKing, = 
 Doth comfort thee in fleepe : Live, and fourth, 
 
 a a a Ester 
 
 Sleepes. 
 
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 Ever the Ghost of Clarence. 
 Ghoft. Let me fit heavy inthy fouleto morrow. 
 I that was wath’d to death with Fulfome Wine : 
 Poore Clarence by thy guile betray’d to death: 
 To morrow inthe battell thinke on me, 
 And fall thy edgelefle Sword, defpaire and dye. 
 To Richm. Thou off-fpring of the honfe of Lancafter 
 The wronged heyres of Yorke doe pray for thee; 
 Good Angels guard thy battell, Live and Flourifh. 
 Enter the Ghojt s of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughaa: 
 Riv. Let me fit heavy’inthy fonle to morrow, 
 Rivers, that dy'deat Pomfret: de{paire,and dye. 
 Grey. Thinke upon Grey, and let thy foule defpaire. 
 Vaugh. Thinke upon Fanghan,and with guilty tedre 
 | Lerfalithy Lance; defpaire and dye. 
 Allto Richm. Awake. 
 And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bofome, 
 Will conquer. Awake, and win the day. 
 Enter the Ghoft of Lord Haftings. 
 Ghoft. Bloody and guilty : guilty awake, 
 And ina bloody Battell end thy dayess 
 Thinke on Lord Haftings; defpaire, and dye. 
 Hakt. ToRichm, Quict untroubied foule, 
 Awake, awake : 
 Arme, fight,and conquer, for faire Englands fakes 
 Enter the Ghofts of the rwo yong Princess 
 Ghosts, Dreame on thy Coufins 
 Smothered inthe Towers 
 Let usbe laid within thy bofome Richard, 
 And weighthee downete ruine, fhame, and death 
 Thy Nephewes foule bids thee depaire and dye. 
 Ghosts to Richm, Sleepe Richmond, 
 Sleepe in Peace, and wake in joy, 
 Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy, 
 Live,and begeta happy race of Kings. 
 Edwards unhappy Sonnes, doe bid thee flourith; 
 Enter the Gbost of ~Anne, his Wsfe. 
 Ghost to Rich. Richard, thy Wife, 
 That wretched e4une thy Wife, 
 That never flepta quiet houre with thee, 
 Now filles thy fleepe with perturbations, 
 To morrow in the Battaile, thinke on me, 
 And fall thy edgeleffe Sword, de{paire and dyes 
 Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet foule, 
 - Sleepe thoua quiet fleepes 
 Dréame of Succéffe, aud tappy Victory, 
 Thy Adverfaries Wife doth pray for thee. 
 Enter the Ghosts of Buckingham, 
 Ghost to Rich. The firft was I 
 That help’d thee to the Crowne 
 } The laft was I that felt thy Tyranny. 
 1 O, in the bataile thinke on Buckingham, 
 And dye interror of thy guiltineffe. 
 Dreame on, dreame on, of bloody deeds and death, 
 Fainting defpaire ; de{pairing yceld thy breath, 
 Ghost to Rich. 1 dyed for hope 
 Ere! couldlendthee Ayde; — 
 But cheerethy heart, and bethou not difmaydes 
 God, and good Angels fighton Richmonds fide, 
 And Richard fall in height ofall his pride. 
 Richard farts out of his dreame. 
 Rich. Give me another horfe, bind up my Wounds : 
 Havemercy Tefu. Soft, I did but dreames 
 O coward Confcience ! how doft thou afflict me? 
 The Lightsburne blew. Itis not dead midnight, 
 Cold fearefull drops ftand on my trembling flefh 
 
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 "The Life and death of Richard the T bird. 
 
 What 2 doe I feare my Selfe ?. There’snoneelfe by. 
 Richard loves Richard, that is, lam I. 
 Istherea Murtherer heere? No ; Yes, lam: 
 
 Then flye ? What from my felfe? Great reafon: why? 
 Left I Revenge. What ? my felfeupon my telfe? | 
 Alacke, I love my felfe. Wherefore? Forany good 
 That I my felfe, have done unto my felfe ¢ 
 
 Ono. Alas, Irather hate my felfe, 
 
 For hatefnll Deeds committed by my felfe. 
 
 I ama villainé: yet I Lye, 1 am not age ari 
 Foole, of thy felfe fpeake well: Foole doe not flatter 
 My Confcience hath a thoufand feverall Tongues, 
 And every Tongue brings ina feverall Tale, 
 
 And every Tale condemnes me for a Villaine; 
 Perjury, in thehigh'ft Degree, 
 
 Murther, fterne murther,in the dyr’ft degree, 
 
 All feverail finnes, ali us’dineach degree, 
 Throng all to’th’Barre, crying all, Guilty, Guilty, 
 
 1 fhall defpaire, there is no Creatuces lovesme; ~ 
 Andif I dye, no foule fhall pitty me. J 
 Nay, wherefore fhould they ? Since that I my felfe, 
 Finde in my felfe, no pitty to my felfe. | 
 Me thought, the foules of all that I had murther’d 
 Came to my Tent, and every one did threat ah 
 To mortowes vengeance onthe head of Richards 
 
 Enter Ratcliffe. 
 
 Rat. My Lord. Re, 
 King. Who's there ? AEDS 
 Rat. Ratcliffe wry Lord, tis I:the early Village’ 
 
 Hath twice done falutation to the Morne, 
 
 Your friends areup, and buckle on their Atmoute ~ 
 King. O Ratcliffe, | feare, I feare. ee 
 Ratc. Nay good my Lord, benot affraid of Sha 
 King. By the Apoitle Paal, fhadowes to night. 
 
 Have ftroke more terror to the foule of Richard. 
 
 Then can the fubftance of ten thoufand Souldiers 
 
 Armed in proofe, and led by fhallowy Richmond. 
 
 ’Tisnot yet neere day. Come goe with me, 
 
 Vnder our Tents ; He play the Eafe-droppers 
 
 To heare ifany meane to fhrinke from me. 
 
 Exeunt Richard and Rateliffes 
 
 Enter the Lords to Richmond fisting — 
 in his Tent. 
 
 Lords. Good morrow Rickmond. 38 
 Rich.Cry you mercy Lords,and watcbfull Gentlemen 
 That you have tane atardy fluggard heere ? ve 
 Lords. How have you flept my Lord? 
 Rich. The fweeteft fleepe, 
 And faireit boading Dreames, 
 That ever entred in a drowfie head, 
 Have l fince your departure had my Lords. . 
 Me thought their foules,whofe bodies Riebard 
 Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory + 
 I promife you my heart is very jocond, 
 Inthe remembrance of fo faire a dreame, . 
 How farre into the Morning isitLords? 
 _ Lord. Vponthe ftroke of foure. 2 as 
 Rich. Why then’tis time to Arme, and give dir 
 ‘His Oration to his Souldiers. 
 
 murt et 
 
 ‘| More then I have faid, loving Countrymen, — 
 
 The leyfure and inforcement of the time 
 Forbids to dwellupon :yet remember this, 
 
God, and dur good caufe, fight upon our fide, 
 
 The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged foules, 
 
 Like high rear'd Bulwarkes, ftand before our Faces, 
 (Kichard except) thofe whom we fight againft, 
 
 Had rather have us winne,then him they follow.. 
 For, whatis he they follow ? Truly Gentlemen, 
 
 A bloudy Tyrant, and a Homicide : 
 
 One rais’d in blood, and one in blood eftablifh’d ;, 
 One that made meanes to come by what he hath, | . 
 And flaughter’d thofe that were the meanes to help him: 
 A bate foule Stone, madqprecious by the foyle 
 
 Of Englands Chaire, rs heis talfely fet ¢ 
 
 One that. hath ever beene Gods Enemy. 
 
 Then if you fight again{t Gods Enemy, 
 
 God will in jultice ward youas his Souldiers. 
 
 If you doe {weare to pnt a Tyrant downe, 
 
 You flecpe in peace, the Tyrant being flaine : 
 
 If you doe fight againft your Gountries Foes, 
 
 Your Countries Fat flull pay your paines the hyre. 
 
 If you itoe fight in fafegardof your wives, | 
 
 Your wives fhall welcome home the Conquerors. 
 Ifyou doc free your Children from the Sword, 
 
 Your Chiidrens Children quits itin your Age. 
 
 ~Then in the name of Godandallthefe rights, 
 Advance your Standards ,draw your willing Swords. 
 For me, the ranfome of my bold attempt, “ 
 Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth’s cold face. 
 Bat if ithrive, the gaine of my attempt, 
 
 The leaft of you fhali fhare his part thereof... 
 Sound Drummes and Trumpet boldly, and cheerefully, 
 God, and Saint George, Richmend, and Victory. 
 
 Enter King Richard, Ratcliffe, and Catesby.. 
 
 Kéa.W hat faidNorthumberland astouching Richmond? 
 
 Ratc. That he was never trained np in Armes, 
 
 Kirg. He aid the truth: and what faid Surrey then ? 
 
 Ratc.. He {ol'd and faid, the better for our. purpofe. 
 
 King. He was inthe right, and foindeeditis. 
 Tell the clocke there. Clockes Strikes. 
 
 » | Give mea Kalender : who faw the Sunne today 2 
 
 Rate. NotI my Lord.’ 
 
 King. Then he difdaines to thine ; for by. the. Booke 
 He fhould have braw’d the Eaft an houre agoe, 
 A blacke day\will it betofomebody, Ratcliffe. 
 
 Ratc, My Lord. 
 
 King. The Sun willuotbe feeneto day, ; 
 Thesky doth frowne, and lowre upon our Arnrys 
 - Twould'thefe dewy teares were from the ground. 
 Not fhine to day ? Why, whatisthattome — . 
 More then to Richmond ?.For the felte-fame Heavens 
 That frownes on me, lookes fadly upon him. 
 
 Enter Norfolke. 
 
 Wor. Arme,arme, my Lord :the foe vaunts in the field. 
 
 { King. Come, buftle, buftle. Caparifon my horfe. 
 Cali up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power, 
 
 } I will Jeade forth my Souldiersto the plaine, 
 
 5 ) And thins my Battell fhall be ordred. 
 
 My foreward fhal be drawne inlength, 
 
 E | Confifting equally of Horfe and Foot: 
 
 Our Archers fhall be placed in the mid’ft 
 
 Tohn Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Earle of Surrey, 
 Shall have the leading of the Foot and horfe. 
 They thus directed, we will follow 
 
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 | Inthe maine Battell, whofe puiffance on either fide 
 Shall be well-wingd with our cheifeftHorfe é 
 This; and Saint Georgeto boore: 
 What think’ft thon Norfolke? is 
 Ner. A good direction warlikeSoveraigne, 
 This found I on my Tent this Morning. 
 Tockey of Nerfolke, be not fo bold, 
 For Dickon thy maifter is bought and fold. 
 King. A thing deviled by the Enemy. 
 Goe Gentlemen, every man to his Charge, 
 Let not our babling Dreamesaffright our foules : 
 For confcience is a word that Cowards ufe, 
 Devis'd at firftto keepe the ftrong in awe, 
 Our ftrong armes be our Cenfcience, Swords our Laws 
 March on, joyne bravely, let us too’r peli mel, 
 Ifnotto heaven, then hand in handto hell, 
 W hat fhall I fay more then I have inférr’d ? 
 Remember whini you are to cope withall, 
 A fort of Vagabonds, Rafcals, Run-awayes; 
 A {cum of Brittaines, and bafe Lackey Pezants; 
 Whom their 9'¥e-cloyed Country vomitsforth 
 To defperate Adventures, and aflur’d Deftruction, | 
 You fleeping fafe, they bring you to ynreft : 
 You having Lands, and bleft with beauteous wives, 
 They woald reftraine the one, diftaine the other. 
 And who doth leade them, but a paltry Fellow ? 
 Long kept in.Britaine at our Mothers coft, 
 A Milke-fop,., one that never in his.ife 
 Felt fo much cold, as over fhooes in Snow: 
 Let’s whip thefe ftraglerso’re the Seas againe; . 
 Lath hence thefe over-weening Ragges of France, 
 Thefe famifh’d Beggers, weary of their lives, 
 Who (but for dreaming on this fond exploit) 
 For want of meanes( poore Rats)had hang’d themfelves. 
 if we be conquered, let men conquer us, 
 And not thefe baftard Brittaines, whom our Fathers 
 Have in their owne Land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d, 
 - And on Record, left them the heiresof fhame. 
 Shall thefe enjoy our Lands? lye with our Wives ? 
 Ravith our daughters ? Drum afarre off. 
 Hearke, I heare their Drumme,; 
 Right Gentlemen of England, fight boldly yeomen, 
 Draw Archers, draw your Arrowes to se head, 
 Spurre your proud Horfes hard, and ride in blood, 
 Amaze the welkin with your broken ftavese 
 Emer a Meffenger. 
 - What fayesLord Stanley, will he bting his power? 
 &» M€ef. My Lord, be doth deny to come, 
 “King. Of with his fonne Georges head. 
 Nor. My Lord, the Enemy is paft the Marfh; a 
 After the battaile, let Gearge Stantey dye. | 
 King. Athoufand hearts are great within my bofome. 
 Advance our Standards, fet upon our Foes,’ 
 Onr Ancient word of Courag@s faire Saint George 
 Infpire us with the {pleene of fiery Dragons : 
 Vponthem, Victory fits on our helpes, . 
 
 Alarum, excurfions. Enter Catesby, | 
 
 Cat. Refcue my Lord of Norfolke, 
 Refcue, Refcue: . 
 The King enacts more wondersthena man, 
 Daring an oppofite to every danger : 
 Hishorfe is flaine, and all on foot he fights, 
 Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death; 
 Refcue faire Lord, or elfe the day is loft. 
 
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 Enter Richard. 
 
 Rich. A horfe,a hore, my Kingdome for a horfe. 
 Cate, Withdraw my Lord, He helpe you toa horfe. 
 Rich. Slave, Lhave fet my life upon a caft, 
 
 And I will ftand the hazard of the Dye : 
 
 I thinke there be fixe Richmonds in the field, 
 
 Five have I flaine co day, in ftead of him. 
 
 A horfe, a horfe, my Kingdome for a horfe. 
 
 Alarm. Enter Richard and Richwsond, they fight, 
 Richard w flasne. 
 
 Retreat, and Flouvilb. Enter Richrsond,Derby bearing the 
 (vowne, with divers other Lords, 
 
 Richm, God and your Armes 
 Be prais’d Victorious Friends ; 
 The day is ours, the bioudy Dogge is dead. 
 
 Der. Couragious Richmond, 
 Well hait thou acquit thee : Lee, 
 Heere thefe long ufirped Royalties, 
 From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch, 
 Have I pluck’d off, to grace thy Browes withall. 
 Weare it, and make much of it. 
 
 Richm. Great God of Heaven,fay Amen toall. 
 But tell me, is yong George Stanleyliving ? 
 | Der. He is my Lord, and fafe in Leicetter Towne, 
 Whither (if you pleafe) we may withdraw us. 
 
 Richm. What men of name are flaine on either fide ? 
 
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 The Life anid death of Richard the Third. . 
 
 Der. Iobn Duke of Norfolke; walter Lord Ferris, 
 
 Sir Robert Brokenbury, and Sir Williams Brandon. 
 
 - Richm. Interre their Bodies, as become their Births, 
 Proclaime a pardon tothe Souldiers fled, 
 
 That in {ubmiffion willretnrne tous, 
 
 And then as we have tane the Sacrament, 
 
 We will unite the White Rofe, and the Red. 
 
 Smile Heaven upon this faire Conjunction, © 
 
 That ong have frown’d upon their Enmity + 
 
 What Traitor heares me;and fayes not Amen? 
 England hath long beene mad, nd fcarr’d her felfe ; 
 
 T he brorhér blindly thed the Brothers blood; 
 
 The father, rathly flaughrered his owne Sonne ; 
 
 The Sonnes compell’d,beene Butcher tothe Sire : 
 Allthis divided Yorke and Lancaster, 
 Bivided, intheir dire Divifion. 
 
 O now, let Richmond ane Elizabeth, 
 
 The true Succeedzrs of each Royail houfe, 
 
 By Gods faire ordinance, coajoyne together : 
 
 And let thy Heires (God if thy willbe fo) 
 Enrich the time to come, with Smooth-fac’d Peace; © 
 With {miling Plenty, and faire Profperousdayes. 
 Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord, 
 That would reduce thefe bloody dayesagaine, 
 And make poore England weepe in Sereames of Bloods 
 Let them not live totaftethis Landsincreafe, 
 That would with Treafon,wound this faire Lands peace 
 Now Civill wounds are {topp’d, Peace lives age 
 That fhe may long live here, God fay, Amen. 
 
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~The Famous Hiftory of the Life of 
 
 King HENRY the Eight. 
 
 THE PROLOGUE. 
 
 Sad, high, and working, fall of State and Woe : 
 Sch Noble Scanes,as draw the Eye to flow 
 We now prefent. Thofe that can Pitty, heere 
 
 Come ne more to make you laugh; Things now; 
 That bearea Weighty, and a Serious Brow, 
 
 | May (sf they thinke st wel) let fall a Teare, 
 
 The Subjeki will deferve it. Such as give 
 
 Their Money out of hope they may beleeve, 
 
 May heere find Truth too. Thofe that conse to jee 
 Onely a (how ortwo,and/oagree, 
 
 % | The Play may paffe: If they be Still, and wilting, 
 
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 3 
 
 Tle undertake may fee away their foiling 
 Richly in two foort boures, Onely they 
 That come to heare a Merry, Bawdy Play, 
 
 | Axnoyfe of Targets: Or to fee a Fellow 
 In along Motley (oate, garded with Yellow, 
 
 | Willbe deceiv’d. For gentle Hearers, know 
 To ranke our chofen Truth with {ach a (how 
 ets Foole, and Fight 2, befide forfeyting 
 Our owne Braines, and the Opinion that we bring 
 To make that onely true, we now sntend, 
 Will leave ws never an understanding Friend. 
 Therefore, for Goodnelfe fake, and as yon are kuowne 
 The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne; 
 Be fad, as we would make ye. Thinke ye (ee 
 The very Perfons of our Noble Story, 
 As they were Living : Thinke you fee them Great, 
 And follow’ with the general throng, and [weat 
 Of thoufand Friends; then, in amoment, [ee 
 How foone this (Mightineffe, meets Msfery : 
 And if you can be merry then, He [ay, 
 4 Man may weepe upon his Wedding day. 
 
 eA us Primus. ScenaPrima. ° 
 
 Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore. At the other, 
 the Dake of Buckingham, and the Lord 
  Aburgavenny. 
 
 Buckingham. 
 od morrow, and wellmet. How have yee 
 ince laft we faw in France ? (done 
 Norf. I thanke your Grace : . 
 = Heathfull, and ever fincea frefh Admirer 
 ~ Ofwhat I faw there, 
 Buck. Anuntimely Ague 3 
 Staid me a Prifoner in myChamber, when 
 
 | Thofe Sunnes of Glory, thofe two Lights of Men . 
 1 Met in the vale of Arde 
 
 Nor. *Twixt Guynes and Arde, “a9 
 Iwas then prefent, {aw them falute on Horfebacke, 
 
 Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung 
 Intheir Embracement, as they grew together, 
 Whichhadthey, ‘ 
 What foure Thron’d ones cold have weigh’d 
 Such a compounded one é 
 
 Back. Allthe whole time 
 I wasmy Chambers Prifoner. 
 
 Nor. Then you loft 
 The view of earthly glory : Men might fay 
 Till this time Pompe was fingle, but now married 
 To one above it felfe, Each tollowing da 
 Became thenext dayes matter, till the laft 
 Made former Wonders, it’s, To day the French, 
 All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathens Gods 
 Shone downe the Englith ; and to morrow ,they 
 Made Britaine, India: Every man that ftood, 
 Shew’d like aMine. Their Dwarfith Pages were: 
 As Cherubins, all gilt sthe Madams too, 
 Not us’dto toyle, didalmoft {weat to beare 
 The Prideupon them, that their very labour 
 -Was tothem, asa Painting. Now this Maske 
 Was cry’de incompareable ; and th’enfuing night 
 Made it a foole, and beggar. The two Kings 
 Equall in luftre, were now beft, now worft 
 As prefence did prefentthem : him in eye, 
 Still him in praife, and being prefent both, 
 *Twas faid they faw butone,and noDifcerner 
 Durft wagge his Tongue in cenfure, when thefe Sunnes 
 (For fo they phrafe’em) by their Heralds challeng’d 
 The Noble fpirits to Armes, they did performe : 
 : “ Sek cat ’ Beyond | ’ 
 
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 Beyond thoughts Compafle, that former fabulous Story 
 Being now fecne, poffible enough, got credit 
 That Bevs was beleev'd. 
 Buc. Oh you goc farres 
 Nor. Asi beloug to worfhip, and affect 
 In honor, honefty, the tract of ev’ry thing, 
 Would by a good Difcourfer lofefome life, _ 
 Which Actions felfe, was tongue to. 
 Buc, All was Royall, ; 
 To the difpofing ofitnought rebell’d, 
 Order gave each thing view. The Oilice did 
 Diftinctly his full Function : who did guide, 
 1 meane who fet the Body, and the Limbes 
 Of this great Sport together ? 
 Nor. Asyou gueffe : 
 Once certes, that promifes no Element 
 In fuch a bufineffe. 
 Buc. 1 pray you who,my Lord ? Thee 
 Nor. Al this was ordred bythe good Difcretion 
 Of the right Reverend Cardinall of Yorke. 
 Buc. The divell {peed hier : No mans Pye is freed 
 From his Ambitious finger. What had he 
 To doe inthefe fierce Vanities? I wonder, 
 That fuch a Keech can with his very bulke 
 Take up the Rayeso’th’beneficiall Sun; 
 And keepeit from the Earth. 
 Nor. Surely Sir, 
 There’s in him ftuffe, that put’s him to thefeends : 
 For being not propt by Aunceftry, whofe grace 
 Chalkes Succeffors their way ; nor call’d upon 
 For high feats done to’th’ Crowne ; neither Allied © 
 Toeminent Affittants ; but Spider-like 
 Out of his felfe-drawing Web. O! gives us note, 
 The force of his owne merit makes his way 
 A guift that heaven gives for him, which buyes 
 Aplace nexttothe King. 
 eAbur. I cannot tell 
 What heaven hath given him: let fome Graver eye 
 Pierce into that, butIcan fee his Pride 
 Peepe througheach part ofhim: whence ha’she that, 
 If not from Hell ? the devillisa Niggard, 
 } Or ha’sgivenali before, and he begins 
 A new hellin himfeife. 
 Bac. Why thedivell, 
 Vponthis French going out, tooke he upon him 
 (Without the privity o th’King) appoint 
 ‘Who fhould attend on him? He makes up the File 
 OFall the Gentry ; for the moft part fuch 
 To whomas grear a Charge, as little Honor 
 He meantto lay upon: and his owne Letter 
 The Honourable Boord of Councell, out 
 Mutt fetch himin, he Papers. 
 Abur. Idoeknow 
 Kinfmen of mine, three at theleaft, that have 
 By this, fo ficken’d their Eftates, that never 
 They fhall abound as formerly. 
 Buc. Omany 
 Have broke their backes with laying Mannors on “em 
 For this great Journey. What did this vanity 
 Bat minifter communication of 
 A mott poore iflue. 
 Nor. Greevingly I thinke, 
 The Feace betweene the French and us, not walewes 
 The Coft that did conclude it. 
 Buc. Every man, ; 
 After the hideous ftorme that follow’d, was 
 
 The Life and death of Richard the Third. 
 
 “Nor. Whichis budded out. 
 
 A thing infpir’d, and not confulting, broke 
 Intoa generall Prophefie ; Thacthis Tempeft 
 Dathing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded 
 The fedaine breach on’t. 
 
 For Erance hath flaw’d the League, and hathattach'd | @ 
 Our Merchants goods at Burdeauxe io i 
 Abzur. Isit therefore 
 Th Ambaffador is filenc’d? 
 Dor. Marry is’t. 
 e4bar. A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd 
 Atafuperfuons rate. 
 Buc. Why all this Bufinedle 
 Our Reverend Cardinal] carried. 
 « Nor. Like it your Grace, 
 The State takes netice of the private difference 
 Betwixt you, and the Cardinal. Tadvife you 
 (And take it froma heart, that wifhes towards you 
 Honor, and plenteous fafety ) that you reade 
 The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency 
 Together; Toconfider further, ‘that ; 
 What his high Hatred wonld effect, wantsnot 
 A Minifter inhis Power, You knowhis Nature, 
 That he’s Revengefull ; and 1 know, his Sword 
 Hatha fharpeedge: It’slong,and’t may befaid | 
 It reaches farre, and where’twill notextend, = | 
 Thither he dartsit. Bofomeup mycounfell; =| 
 You'll find it wholefome. Loc, where comes that Rocke 
 That I advife your fhunning. 
 
 Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the Purfe borne before him, certaine 
 ofthe Guard, and two Sesretaries with Papers :The (ard 
 _nall in bis paffage,fixeth his eye on Buckingham and — 
 Buckingham onbim , bothfwlt ag 
 
 of difdaine. 
 
 Car. The Puke of Buckinghams Surveyor ? Ha? 
 Where's hy Examiration ? 
 
 Secr. Here fo pleafe you. 
 
 Car. Is hein perfon, ready # 
 
 Secr, 1, pleafe your Grace. ; - 
 
 (ar. Well,we thall then know more,and Buckingham | 
 Shall leffen this bigge looke. : haa 
 Exeunt Cardinal and his Traine. 
 
 Buc. This Butchers Curre is venom’d-mouth’d, andl | 
 Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore beft 
 Not wake him in his lumber. A Beggers booke, 
 Onut-worthsa Nobles blood. mie | 
 
 Nor. What are you chaff’d? | 
 Aske God for Temp’rance,that’s th'appliance onely = [ 7 
 Which your difeafe requires ae | 
 
 Buc. I reade in’s lookes a | 
 Matter againft me, and his eye revil’d 
 Meas hisabjec object, at this inftant 
 He bores me with ome tricke ;He’s gone to’th’King + 
 Ile follow, and ont-ftare him. 
 
 Nor. Stay my Lord, 
 And let your Reafon with your Choller queftion 
 What’tis yon goe about : to climbe fteepe hilles 
 Requires flow pace at firft. Anger is like 
 A full hot Horfe, who being allow’d his way 
 Selfe-mettle tyres him ; Notaman in England 
 Can advife me like yon : Be to your felfe, 
 As you wouldto your Friend. 
 
 Buc. IletotheKing, 
 
 And from a mouth ef Honor, quite cry dowrie 
 
Or butallay the fire of paifion: 
 
 “Or Wolfe, or both (for he is equall ray’nous 
 
 | Fothislaft coflly Treaty : Threnterview, 
 That {allowed fo much tieafure, and like a glafle 
 
 -As himfelfe pleas’d ; and they were ratified 
 
 (Who cannot erre) he did it: Now this followes, 
 (Which as I take it, isakind of Puppy 
 
 | He pc shallappenre ms proofe. 
 
 This Jp(wieh fellowes infolence ; or proche So 1 
 There's difference inno perfons. 
 
 Norf. Be advifd ; 
 Heat nota Furnace for your foe fo hot 
 Thatit doe findge your felfe: We may out-runné » 
 By violent {wiftnefle that which we run at ; 
 And iofe by over-running : know you not, 
 The fire that mounts the liquor til’t run ore, 
 In feething to augment it, wafts it: be advif'd; 
 I fay againe, there isno Englifh foule 
 More itronger to dire t you then your felfe : 
 If with the {ap of reafon you would queneh, 
 
 Bus. Sir, 
 Tam thanktull to you, ‘and Tle goe along 
 By your prefcription ¢ butthistop-prond fellow, 
 Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but 
 Fiom fincere motions, by intelligence, 
 And proofes as cléereas Founts in /#/y, when 
 We fee cach grairie of gravell; I doe know 
 Tobe corrupt andtrea{onous, 
 
 Norf. Say not treafonous. 
 
 Buce.Toth’ sing le fay’t, and make my vouch 4§ ftrong 
 Asfhore of Rotke: attend. This holy Foxe, 
 
 As heis fubtile, and as prone to mifchiefe, 
 
 As ablé to petform't) his minde, and place 
 Infecting one another, yea reci iprocally, 
 
 Only to thew his pompe, as we'l in France, 
 
 As here at home, fuggefts the King our Mafter 
 
 Did breake ith’wrenching. 
 Norf. Faith,and fo it did. 
 Buc. Pray give me favour Sir: This cunning Cardinal 
 
 The Articles o%c-h°Combination drew 
 
 As he cride thus let be,toas much end, 
 As giveaCrutch to th’dead. But our Count-Cardinall 
 Has done this, and ‘tis well: for worthy Wolfey 
 
 Toth’old dam Treafon) (barles the Emperour, 
 Vnder pretence to fee the at his Aurt, 
 (For twas indeed his colour, but he came 
 To whifper Wolfey) here makes vifitation, 
 His feares were that the Interview betwixt 
 England and France, might throughtheir amity 
 Breed him fome prejudice ; for from this League, 
 Pecp’d harmesthat menac’d him. He Privily 
 Deales with our Cardinall, and.asI troa 
 Which I doe well ;for Iam fure the Emperour 
 Paid cre he promis’d, whereby his Suit was granted 
 Erc it wasask’d. But when the way was made 
 And pav d with gold: the Emperor thus defir‘d, 
 That he would pleafe to alter the Kings courfe, 
 And breake the forefaid peace.’ Let the King know 
 (As foone he fhall by me) that thus the Cardinall 
 Does buy and {ell his honouras he pleafes, 
 And for his owne advantage. 
 
 Dor. Lam forry | 
 To heare this of him sand could with he were 
 Somthing miftaken in’. 
 
 Buck, No, not a fillable : 
 Idoe pronounce him in that very fhape 
 
 Ef tS 
 
 The Lifeof He oy the Eight. 
 
 Ener Brandon, aSergeant at eArmes before him, and 
 
 two or three of the Guard. 
 
 Brandon, Your Oitice Sergeant execute it. 
 
 Sergeantr Sit, 
 
 My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earle 
 Ot Hertford, Stafford and Northumpton, I 
 Arreft thee of high Treafon, in the name 
 Of our moft Soveraigne King. 
 
 Bue, Loe youmy Lord, 
 The net has falne upon me, 
 Vader device,and prattife, 
 
 Bran. Yam forry, 
 To fee you tane from liberty, to looke on 
 The bafines prefent. *Tis his highneffe pledfure 
 You fhallto th Tower. 
 
 Buck, It wi'lThelpe menothing 
 To plead title Innocence ;for that dyeison me. 
 Which makes my whit’ft part, black.The will of Heav’n 
 Be done iu this and all things : I obey. 
 O my Lord Aburgany : Fare you well. 
 Bran. Nay, he mutt beare you company. ‘The King 
 
 Ts pleas’d you 1 thall to th’ Tower, till you know, 
 How he determine’ further. 
 
 Abur, As the Duke faid, 
 The will of heavenbe done, aad the Kings pleafure 
 By me obey’d. . 
 
 Bran. Here isa warrant from 
 The King; t’attach Lord A¢owntacute, and the bodies 
 Of the Dukes Confeffor, Jobn de la C ar, 
 
 One Gilbert Pecke,his Councellour. 
 
 Buck, So, fo; 
 
 Thefe are the limbes o’th’Plot .no more! hope. 
 Bra. AMonke o’th’ Charevens. 
 
 Buck, O Michaell Hopkins, 
 
 Bra. Hee 
 
 Buck, My Surveyor is falfe; The ore-great Cardinal } 
 Hath fhew’d him gold ; my life is {pandalready : 
 Iam the fhadow of poore Buckingham, 
 Whofe Figure even this inilant Clowd puts on, ae 
 By Darkning my cleere Sunne. My Lords farewell. xe. 
 
 I fhall periffi 
 
 en eS ae ee 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Cornets. Enter King Heary, leaning on the Cardinals fhoul- ¢ 
 der: the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell : the Cardinall 
 places ‘hinnfelfe under the Ri ings feete on 
 hisright fide. 
 
 King. My lifeitfelfe, and the beft heart of j it, . 
 Thankes you for this great care : I ftood i’th'level! 
 Of a full-charg’d confederacy, and give thankes 
 To youthat choak’dit. Let be cald before us 
 That Gentleman of Buckinghams, in perfon, 
 
 Ile heare him his confeffions juftifie, 
 And point by point the Treafons his Maifter, 
 He fhallagainerelate. 
 A noyfe nith crying roonie for the Queene, Uprer’ aby the 
 Duke of Norfolxe. Enter the Queene, N orfelke and 
 Suffolke : foekneels, King rifeth from his State, 
 takes her up, ki sles and placeth ber 
 ima. 
 
 Luce. Nay, we muftlonger kneele ; I ama Suitor. 
 
 King. Arife, and take place by us; halfe your Suit 
 Never name tous ; you have halfe our power! 
 
 Cr eee net 
 
208 The Life 
 The other moity ereyou aske is given, 
 Repeat your will,and take it. 
 Luce. Thanke your Majefty 
 That you would love your felfe, and in that love 
 Not unconfidered leave. your honor, nor 
 The dignity of your Oilice 5 is the point 
 Of my Petition. 
 King. Lady mine proceed. 
 Quee. Lam folicited not by afew, 
 And thofe of tru@’ condition ; That your Subjects. 
 Are in great griewance ; There have beene Conmimiffions 
 Sent downe among em, which hath flaw’d the heart 
 Of all their Loyalties ; wherein, although 
 My good.Lord Cardinal, they vent reproches 
 Mott bitterly on you, as putter on 
 Of thefe exactions : yetthe King, our Mafter {not 
 Whofe Honor heaven fhield from foile ; even he efcapes 
 Language usmannerly ; yea, fach which breakes 
 The fides of loyalty ,andalmoftappeares 4 
 Inlowd Rebellion. 
 N orf. Not almoft appeares, 
 It doth appeare ; for »ponthete Taxations, 
 The Clothiers all not able to maintaine 
 The many tothem longing, have put off 
 The Spintters, Carders, tuilers, Weavers, who 
 Vnfit for other life, compeld by hunger 
 Andlacke of other meanes, in de{perace manner 
 Daring th’event to th’tecth, sre all inuprore, 
 And danger ferves among them. 
 
 King. Taxation? : 
 Wherein 2 and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinal, 
 You that are blam'd for it alike withus, 
 
 Know you ofthis Taxation @ 
 (ard. Pleafeyou Sir, 
 I know buat ofa fingle part in ought 
 Pertaines to th’State : and front:but in that file 
 Where othets till fteps with me. 
 Que. No, my Lord? ~ 
 You know no more then others ? But you. frame 
 Things that a: knowne alike, whichare not wholfome 
 To thofe which would not know them, and yet muft 
 Perforce be theiracquamtance. Thefe exactions 
 (Whercof my Soveraigne would have note) they are 
 Mott peftilent toth’ hearing, and tobeare ’em, 
 The Backe is Sacrifice toth'load ; They fay 
 They are devis’d by you, or elfe you fuffer 
 Too hard an exclamation. 
 King. Still Exaction : 
 The nature of it, in what kind Ict’s know, 
 Is this Exaction ? 
 
 Que. Tam much too venturous 
 Intemptlng of your patience, butamboldned 
 Vnder your promis’d pardon. The fubjects griefe 
 
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 The fixt part of his Subftance, to belevied 
 Without delay ;and the pretence for this 
 Isnam’d,your warresin France:this makes bold mouths 
 Tongues {pit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze 
 Aliegeance in them ; their curfes now rks 
 Live where their prayers did : and it’s come to paffe, 
 This tfactable obedience is a Slave 
 Toeach incenfed Will : I would your Highneffe 
 Would give it quicke confideration ; for 
 There is no primer bafencfle. 
 
 King. By my life, 
 This is againft our pleafure. 
 
 of Henry the Eight. 
 
 | We fhould take roote here, where we fir ; 
 
 Comes through Commiffiois, which compels from cach | 
 
 Card. And for me, 
 Lhave no further gone in this,hen by 
 A fingle voyce,and that not paft me, but. 
 By learned approbation of the judges. :ifLam 
 Traduc’d by ignorant Tongues, W hich neither k 
 My faculties:nor perfon, yet willbe . 
 The Chronicles gf my doing : Letme fay, 
 "Tis but the fate of Place, and the rough Brake 
 That Vertue muft goe through : we muft not ftint 
 Our neceflary actions, in the feare es 
 To cope malicious Cenfurers, whichever,” 
 As rau’nous Fifhes doe a Veficll follow 
 That isnew trim’d ; but benefit no further 
 Then vainly longing. What we oft doe beft, 
 By ficke interpreters (once weake ones )is’ Hs 
 Not ours, or not allow’d ; what wort, as Oa 
 Hitting a grofler quality, iserideup 
 For our beft A@ > it-we fhall fland fill,” a 
 In feare ou motion will be mock’d, or carp’d at, 
 
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 Or fir State Statues onely- 
 King. Things done well, oe 
 And witha care, exempt themfelves from feare? 
 Things done without example, in theiriffue 
 Are tobe fear'd. Have youaPtefident — 
 Of this Commiffion ? _Ibelceve, not any. , 
 We mutt not rend our Subjects from our Lawes, 
 And fticke them in our Will. Sixt part of each ? 
 A trembling Contribution ; why we take: ene 
 From every Tree, lop, barke, and part o’th’ Timbers 
 And though weleave it with aroore thus hackt, — 
 The Ayre will-drinke the Sap. To every County | 
 Where this is queflion’d, fend our Letters, wit mea: 
 Free pardon to cach man that has deny’de a 
 The force of this Commiffion ; pray looke toot; 
 I put it to your care. se 
 (ard. A word with you. 
 Let there be Letters writ to every Shire, 
 Of the Kings grace and pardon : the greeved Com 
 Hardly conceive of me. Let it benois’d, ee 
 That through our Intereeflion,this Rovokement 
 And pardon comes: I fhallanonadvifeyou 
 Exit Senet | 
 
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 Further inthe proceeding. 
 
 Enter Surveyor. 
 Quee. Lam forry, thatthe Duke of Buckingham 
 Is runin your difpleafure. 
 King. it grieves many : aaa 
 The Gentleman is Learn’d, anda moft rare Speakers 
 To Nature none more bound , his trayning fuch, 
 That he may furnifh and inftruét great Teachers, 
 And never feeke for ayde out of himfelfe : yet fee, 
 When thefefo Noblebenefitsfhallprove = 
 Not well difpos’d, the mind growing.once corrupts | 
 They turne to vicious formes, ten times more VEY A 
 Then ever they were faire. This man fo compleat, 
 Whowas enrold “mongit wonders sand when we - 
 Almoft with ravith’d liftaing, could not find 
 His houre of fpeech,a minute: He, (my Lady ) 
 Hath into mohftroushabits put the Graces __ 
 That once were his, and is becomeas blacke, * 
 As if befmear‘d in hell. Sit by Vs, you fhallheareé 
 (This was his Gentleman in truft) of him . 
 Things to ftrike Honour fad. Bid him recount 
 The fote-recited practifes, whereof 
 We cannot feele toolittle, hearc too much+ 
 
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 Card. Stand forth,& with bold fpirit relate what you | Should have gone off. 
 
 Moft like a careful Subject have collected 
 | Out ofthe Duke of Buckingham. 
 Kin. Speake freely. ~ 
 
 | Sar. Firft, it wasufuall with him ; every day 
 It would infect hisSpeech : Thatifthe King 
 Should without iffue dye ; hee’l carry it fo 
 To maketheSceptér his. Thefe very words 
 I've heard him utter to his Sonne in Law, 
 Lord eburgany,to whom by oth he menac’d 
 Revengeupon the Cardinail. 
 
 (ard. Pleafe your Highneffe,note 
 
 _ | This dangerous conception in this point, 
 
 Not friended by his with to your High perfon ; 
 His willis moft malignant, andit ftretches 
 Beyond you to your friends. 
 Queen, My learned Lord Cardinal, 
 eliver all with Charity. 
 Kin. Speake on; 
 How grounded he his Title to the Crowne 
 | Vpon our faile ; to this poynt haft thou heard him, 
 » | At any time {peake ought? 
 _ | _ Sur. He was bronght to this, 
 » | ByavaineProphefie of Nicholas Henton. 
 » | Kim What wasthat Henton ? 
 | Sur. Sir, a Chartrenx Fryer, 
 His Confeffor, who fed him every minute 
 With words of Soveraignty. 
 | Km. How know’ft thou this? 
 Sur. Not long before your Highnefle fped to France, 
 The Duke being atthe Rofe, within the Parith 
 Saint Laurence Poultney ,did of me demand 
 
 _ | What was the {peechamong the Londoners, 
 
 | Concerning the French Iourney. I replide, 
 ~ | Men feare the French would prove perfidious 
 _ | Tothe Kings danger: prefently, the Duke 
 Said, "twas the feare indeed, and that he doubted 
 _ | Twould provethe verity of certaine words 
 __ | Spoke bya holy Monke, that oft, fayes he, 
 Hath fent to me, wifhing mé to permit 
 lobn dela Car, my Chaplaine,a choyce howre 
 To heare from hima matter of fome moment : 
 
 ~ | Whomafter under the Commiffions Seale, 
 __ | He follemnly had fivorne, that what he fpoke 
 
 My Chaplainetono Creature living, but 
 Tome, fhould utter, withdemure Confidence, 
 This paufingly enfi'de ; neicher the King nor’s Heyres 
 (Tell youthe Duke) fhall profper, bid him ftrive 
 Tothe love o’th’ Commonalty, the Duke 
 Shall governe England... ~ 
 Queen. di I know you well, 
 _ You were the Dukes Surveyor, and loft your Office 
 On the complainto’th’ Tenants; take good: heed 
 _ | You charge not in your {pleenea Noble perfon, 
 And fpoyle your Noble Soule.; I fay, take heed ; 
 
 soft ef Yes, heartily befeech you. 
 
 | Kis, Lethimon. Goe forward. 
 | _ Sw, On my Soule, Ile fpeake bat truth. 
 Ttold my Lord the Dake, by th’ DivelsillnGons 
 _ | The Monke might be deceiv’d, andthat*twas dangerous 
 | Forthisto ruminate on this fo farre, untill 
 | It forg’d him fome defigne, which being beleev’d 
 
 _ | It was much like todoe: He anfwer’d, Tuth, 
 | Itcandoeme ino damage; adding further, 
 _ | That had the King in his laft Sickneflefaild, 
 
 _} TheCardinalsand Sir Thomas Lovelsticads | 
 
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 Kin. Ha? What, fo rancke? Ah, ha, % 
 There’s mifchiefein this man ; canft thou fay flirthet ? 
 Sir, Ican my Liedge, 
 Kin. Proceed. 
 Sur. Being at Greenwich, 
 After your Highneffe had reprov’d the Duke: 
 About Sir William Blamer. - (vant, 
 Kin. I remember of {uch a time, being my fworn fer- 
 The Duke retein’d him his. But on: what hence ? 
 Sur. If (quoth he) 1 for this had beene comatitred, 
 As to the Tower, Ithought ; I would have plaid 
 The Part my Father meant to act upon 
 Th’ Viurper Richard, who being at Salisbury, 
 Made {uit to come in’s prefence; which if granted, 
 (As he made femblance of hisduty.) would 
 Have put hisknife into him. 
 Kin, A Gyant Traytor, 
 Card.Now Madam,may his Highneffelive in freedome, 
 And this man out of Prifon, 
 Lueen. God mendall. (fay? 
 Kin. Ther’s fomthing more would out of thee; what 
 Sar. After the Duke his Father, with the knife 
 He ftretch’d him, and with one haad on his dagger, 
 Another {pread on’s breaft, mounting his eyes, 
 He did difchargea horrible Oath, whofe tenor 
 Was, were he evillus’d, he would ontgoe 
 His Father, by as much as a performance 
 Do’san irrefolute purpofes 
 Kin. There’s his period, 
 To fheath his knife in us: he is attach’d, 
 Call him to prefenttryall : if he may 
 Finde mercy in the Law, tis his ; if none, 
 Let him not feek’t of us: By day and night: 
 
 Hee’s Traytor toth’ height. Exenut. 
 
 Scena T ertia. : 
 Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys. 
 
 L.Ch. Is’t poffible the {pels of France fhould juggle 
 Men into fuch ftrange Myfteries? 
 
 L. Sas. New cuttomies, 
 Though they be neverforidiculous, 
 (Nay let’emm beunmaily) yet are follow'd. ~ : 
 
 L.Ch. As farreas I {ee, all the good our Engliffi. 
 Have got by the late Voyage, is but meerel 
 A fit or two o’th’ face, (butthey are fhrewd ones) 
 For when they hold ’em, you would fweare directly 
 Their very nofes had been Councellotirs ee 
 To Pepin or Clotharids; thty keepe State {. 
 
 L.San. They have all new legs‘ 
 And lame ones ;.one would takeit, 1! + 
 That never fee’em pace before, the Spave 77 2 !°S 
 A Spring-halt reign’d among “em. 8 2! 
 
 L.(. Death my Lord, ear Rik oe es 
 Their cloathesare after fuch aPagancut too’r, 
 That fure th’have worne out Chrifiendome /how now 2 
 What newes, Sir Thomas Lovell? 
 
 Lovell. Faith hy Lord, a 
 Theare of none butthenew Proclamation, 
 That*sclapt upon the CoartGate, 
 
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 L.Cham. What is’t for? 
 
 Lou. Thereformation of our travel'd Gallants, 
 That fillthe Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors, 
 
 L. Cham. ¥ va glad ’tis there ; 
 
 Now I would pray our Montieurs 
 Tothinke an Englith Courtier may be wife, 
 And never feethe Lonure. 
 
 Low. They mufteyther 
 (For fo run the Conditions ) leave thofe remnants 
 Of Foole and Feather,that they got in France, 
 With all their honourable points of ignorarice 
 Pertaining thereunto ; as Fights and Fire-workes, 
 Abufing better men then they can be 
 Out of a forreigne wifedome, renounccing cleane 
 The faith they have in Tennisand tall Stockings, 
 Short bliftred Breeches and thofe types of Travell ; 
 And underftand againe like honelt men, ; 
 Or pack to their old Playfellowess there Itakeit, 
 They may (4m Privilegio, wearcaway) 
 
 The Lag end of their lewdneffe, and be laugh dat. 
 L.San. ’Tistime to give him Phyficke, their difeafes 
 Are growne fo catching. 
 
 L.Cbam. Whata lofle our Ladies 
 | Willhave of thefe trim vanities ? 
 Lovell. I marry, 
 
 There will be woe indeed Lords, the lye whorfons 
 
 | Have got a {peeding tricke to lay downe Ladies. 
 A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha’s no Fellow. 
 | Z.San. The Divell fiddle em. 
 | Iam glad theyare going, — 
 For fure there’s noconverting of em : now 
 An honeft Country Lordas 1 am, beaten _ 
 A long time out of play may bring his plaine fong, 
 And have an honre of hearing, and by’r Lady 
 Held currant Muficke too. 
 
 L.Cham, Well faid Lord Sands, 
 
 Your Colts tooth is not caft yet ? 
 L.San. Nomy Lord, 
 
 Nor fhalt not while I have a ftumpe. 
 L. Cham, Six Thomas, 
 
 Whither were you a going @ 
 Lox. To the Cardinals; 
 
 Your Lordthipis a gueft too. 
 
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 The Lifeof King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Hoboies. A {mall Table under a State for the Cardinal), 
 longer Table for the Guests. Then Enter Anne Bullen, | 
 and divers other Ladies,& Gentlemen,as Guefis | 
 at one Doore; at another Doore enter 
 Sir Henry Guilford, 
 
 S.Hen.Guilf, Ladyes, 
 A generall welcome from his Grace 
 Salutes yeall; This Night hededicates — 
 To faire content, and you : None heere he hopes 
 In ail this Noble Bevy, has brought with her 
 One care abroad : he would have all as merry: 
 As firft, good Company, good wine,good welcome, 
 Can make good people. 
 
 Enter L. (hamberlaine,L.Sands,and Lovell, 
 O my Lord, y’are tardy ; 
 The very thought of this faire Company, 
 Clapt wingsto me. — 
 
 Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford. 
 
 San. Six Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinall if 
 But halfe my Lay-thoughts in him, fome of thefe ~ 
 Should finde a running Banket, ere they refted, 
 
 I thinke would better pleafe’em : by my lite, 
 They are a {weet fociety of faireones. * ae 
 Lev. O that yonr Lordfhip were but now Confeflor, | 
 To one or two of thefe. e- 
 San. I would I were, 
 They fhould find eafie penance, 
 
 Lov, Faith how eafie 2 
 
 San. As cafie'asa downe Bed would afford it. 
 
 Cham. Sweet Ladies will it pleafe you fit ; Sir Hany 
 Place you that fide, Ie take the charge ofthis: 
 
 His Graceisentring. Nay, you mutt not freeze, 
 Two women plac’c together, makes cold weather ¢ 
 My Lord Sands, youare one will keepe “em waking: 
 Pray fit betweene thefe Ladies. . | 
 
 San. By my faith, 
 
 Andthanke your Lordfhip: by your Leave fweet Ladies | 
 If I chance to talkea little wilde, forgive me + 
 I had it from my Father. 
 
 An. Bul. Was he mad Sir? Sac 
 
 San. O very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; 
 But he would bite none, juft as I doenow, Lis 
 He would Kifle you Twenty witha breath. 
 
 Cham. Well faidmy Lord: 
 
 Sonow y’are fairely feated : Gentlemen, | i 
 The peunancelyes on you ;if thefefaire Ladies =| 
 | Pafle away frowning. Sse 
 
 San For my little Cure, 
 Let mealone, 
 
 Heboyes. Enter Cardinall W olfey aud takes his State. 
 Card. Y’are welcome my faire Guelts;thatnoble: 
 Or Gentleman that is not freely merry 
 
 | Is notmy Fiend. This to confirmemy welcome, 
 
 And to youall good health. ic 
 
 Sam YourGraceis Noble, © ~~ pee 
 Let me have fuch a Bowle may hold my thankes, 
 And fave me fo much talking, fas 
 ~ Card.My Lord Sands, 
 
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 _ |_Lam beholding to you :: cheere your neighbour : - Cham. Sucha one, they all confeffe 
 ae a are me met ; Gentlemen, = gun i would have your Grace 
 3 ofe fault 1s this ind out, and he will take ir. 
 | San, The red wine firft moft rife. Card. Let mefee then, : 
 mm ae nee ary Lord, then we fhall have ’em, = all ed good leaves Gentlemen ; heere Ile make 
 ' | Talke us tofGilence. . y royall choyce. 
 ° * e4n.Ba. Youarea merry Gamfler Kin. Ye have found him Cardinal, a 
 i Mi us opr —— = hold se Alsip ae doe well rote 
 an. Yes, itl make:my play : ou are a Churchman, or Lle tell you Cardi 
 Heer's to your Ladifhip, an pledge it Madam : I fhould judge now unhappily. F some, 
 For “tis to fuch a thing. Card. lam giad 
 e4n.B. Youcannot fhew me. Your Grace is growne fo pleafant. 
 Drum and Trumpet , Chambers difchargd, Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine, 
 , Sam, Itold your Grace, they would talke anons prethee come hither, what faire Ladie’s that? 
 thy Card. What'sthat? Cham. Au’tpleate your Grace , 
 bie ‘ (ham, Looke out there, fome of ye. Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter, theVifcount Rochford, 
 ne (ard. What warlike voyce. One of her Highneffe women. 
 iit =| And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not ; Kin. By Heaven fheis a dainty one, Sweet heart, 
 _ | Byall thelawes of Warre y’are priviledg’d. I were unmanerly totake you out, . 
 a : : hs not to aie you. A health Gentlemen, 
 4 Entera Servant. et it goe round. 
 Cham. How now, what is’ ? Card. Sir Thomas Loveil,is the Banket ready - 
 , | . Serv. Anoble troupe of Strangers, ’th’ Privy Chamber? 
 _ | Forfo they feeme ; th’ have left their Barge and landed, Lov. Yes, my Lord. 
 fm | Atid hither make,as great Embafladors (ard. Your Grace 
 il | From forraigne Princes. I feare, with dancing isa little heated. 
 wit | (4rd. Good Lord Chamberlaine, Kia, I feare too much. 
 it | Go,give’cm welcome;youcan fpeakethe Frenchtongue | Card. There's frefher ayre my Lord, 
 il i | And pray receive “em Nobly, aud conduct’em In the next Chamber. 
 | Into our prefence, where this heaven of beauty Kin. Lead in your Ladies ev’ry one : Sweet Partner, 
 waft | Shall fine at full uponthem. “ig ete him. s ae not ow forfake you: Let’s be merry, 
 ; Alirife,and Tables remov a. ood my LordCardinall: I have halfe adozen healths, 
 | You have now a broken Banket, but wee’l mend it. To drinke to thefe faire Ladies, and a meafure 
 _ | A good difgeftion to you all; and once more To lead ’em once againe, and then let’s dreame 
 _ | I thowre a welcome on ye:welcomeall. Who's beft infavour. Let theMuficke knock it. 
 i jit Exennt with Trumpets. 
 i“ Hoboyes. Enter King and others as Maskers , habited like A 
 i Ey Wires » whoer'd by the Lora C —— ae 
 dl inal , race falute - 
 label ec nue ad Atlus Secundus. Scena Prima, 
 va A noble Company : whataretheir pleafures? : ; 
 "| _ Cham. Becaufe they {peak rio Englifh,thus they praid | 
 _ | Totell yourGrace: That having heard by fame Enter two Gentlemen at feverall Doores, 
 ie | Of this fo Noble and fo faire aflembly, : 1» Whither away fo faft ? 
 W™ | Thisnight to meet heere,they could doe no lefle, 2. O, God fave ye : 
 ea E (Out of the great refpect they beare to beauty ) Ev’n to the Hall, to heare what fhall become 
 _ | Bat leave their Flockes, and under your faire conduct Of the great Duke of Buckingham. 
 ae Crave leavetoview theie Ladies, and entreat 1. lle fave you z 
 it | Anhoure of Revels with ‘em. . That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony 
 Ih | Card. Say, Lord Chamberlaine, Of bringing backe the Prifoner. 
 ih + | They have done my poore houfe grace: 2. Were youthere? 
 Ne For which I pay *emathoufand thankes, I. Yes indeed was I. 
 ) | And pray ’em take their plcafures.. 2+ Pray fpeake what ha’s happend. 
 we E Choofe Ladies, King andeAtine Bullen. I. You may gueffe quickly what. 
 _ | King. The fairett hand 1 ever touch’d: O Beauty, 2. Is he found guilty? 
 ~ | Till now Inever knew thee. 1. Yes truely is he, 
 tMuficke, Dance. And condemn’d upon’t. 
 » | Card. My Lord. 2. Iam forry fort. 
 yi Cham. Y¥ our Graces i. Soarea number more. 
 
 |. Card. Pray tell’em thus muchfrom me : 
 There fhould be one among{t’em by bis perfor’ 
 _ | More worthy this place then aay felfe,to whom 
 Cf 1 but knew him) with my love and duty 
 Twould furrender it. Whifper. 
 Cham, Twill my Lord. 
 | Card. What fay they 2 
 
 The Life of King Henry the Sight. 
 
 2it 
 
 2. But pray how patft iv? 
 
 1. Ile tell you ina little. The great Duke 
 Caine to the Bar; where;to his accufations 
 He pleaded ftill nor guilty, and alleadged 
 Many fharpe reafons to defeat the Law. 
 
 The Kings Atturneyonthecontrary; Peet 
 Vrg'don the Examinations, pfoofes, confeflions 
 es eke S 2 
 
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 OF divers witneffes, which the Duke defir’d 
 | To him brought viva voce to his face ; 
 Ac which appear’d againft him, his Surveyor, 
 Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour, and John (a, 
 Confeflor to him, with that Divell Monke, 
 Hopkins, that mae this mifchiefe. 
 2. That was he 
 That fed him with his prophecies. 
 I. The fame, : 
 All thefe accus’d him ftrongly which he faine 
 Would have flung from him ; but indeed he could not; 
 And fo his Feeres upon this evidence, 
 Have found him guilty ofhigh Treafon. 
 He fpoke, and learnedly tor life: But all 
 Wascither pittied in him, or forgotten, 
 2. ‘After all this, how did hebeare himfelfe ? 
 
 1. When hewas brought agen to th’ Bar, to heaze 
 HisKnell rung our, his Iadgement, he was ftir’d 
 With {uch an Agony, he fweat extreamly, 
 And fomethirig {pokein choller, ill and hafty.: 
 But he fell to himfelfe againe, and {weetly, 
 Inall the reft thew’d a moft Noble patience. 
 
 2. I doenot thinke he feares death. 
 1. Sure he does not, ; 
 He never was {o womanifh, the caufe 
 He may a little grieve at. 
 2. Certainly, 
 The Cardinal] is the end of this. 
 1. Tislikely, 
 By allconjectures: Firft Kildares Attendure ; 
 Then Deputy of Ireland, who remov'd, 
 Earle Surrey was fent thither), and in haft too, 
 Leaft he fhould helpe his Father. 
 2. That tricke of State 
 Was a deepe envious one. 
 1. Athis returne, 
 No doubt he will requite it; thisisnoted 
 (And generally) who ever the King favours, 
 The Cardinall inftantly will finde imployment, 
 And farre enough from Court too. 
 
 2. Allthe Commons 
 Hate him pernicioufly, and-o’my Confcience 
 With him ten faddom deepe; This Duke as much 
 They love and doate on: call him bounteous Buckingham, 
 The Mirror of all courtefie. 
 
 Much 
 
 Enter Buckingham from bis Arraignment. Tipstaves before 
 binsthe e4xe with the edge towards him, Halberds on cach 
 fide, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovell ; Sir N4cholas 
 Vaux, Walter Sands and common people, Ot. 
 
 1. Stay there Sir, 
 And fee the noble ruin’d man you fpeake of. 
 2, Let’s ftand clofé. and behold him. 
 Buck. Allgood people, 
 You that thus have come to pitty me ; 
 Heare what I fay, and then goe home and lofe me. 
 T have this day receiu’d a Traitors judgement, 
 Andby thatname mutt dye ; yet Heaven beare witnefle, 
 And if I have a Con{cience, let it finke me, 
 Even asthe Axe falls, if { be not faithful. 
 The Law I beare no mallice for my death, — 
 | T’has done upon the premifes, but juliice : 
 But thofe that foyght it, I could with more Chriftians ; 
 (Be what they wiil) | heartily forgiue ‘em; 
 Yetlet’emlooke they giorie not in mifchiefe ; _ 
 
 The Life of King Henry the Eight. 
 
 For further life in this world I ne’re hope, 
 
 | Be ture you be not loofe ; for thefe you make fri 
 
 ~ 
 
 Nor build their evils onthe gravesofgreat mens — 
 For then, my guiltleffe blood muftery againit em. 
 
 Nor will I fue, although the King have mercies”. 
 More then I dare make faults. . 
 You few that lov’d me, uh 
 And dare be bold to weepe fo Buckingham, = 
 His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whomtoleave 
 Is onely bitter to him, only dying + ree 
 Goe with me like good Angels to my end, 
 And as the long divorce of Steele falson me, 
 Make of your Prayers one {weet Sacrifice, 
 And lift my Soule to Heaven. 
 LeadeonaGods name. aud 
 Lovell, 1 docbefeech your Grace, for chatity 
 If ever any malice in your heart Rie? 
 Were hid againit me, now to forgive me frankly. 
 
 Bucks Sir Thomas Lovell, Las treeforgiveyou 
 As I would be forgvien ; | forgive all. ere 
 There cannot be thofe numberleffe offences 
 Gainit me, that cannot take peace with: 
 No blacke envy fhall make my Grave, 
 Commend me to bis Grace : ari 
 And ifhe {peake of Suckingham ; pray tell him, ~ 
 You met him halfe in Heaven; my vowes and pray 
 Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forfake, 
 Shall cry for bleffings on him. May he live 
 Longer then i have time to tell his yeates 5 
 Ever belov’d and loving, may his Rule be; ane 
 And when old Time fhalleade himtohisend, 
 Goodnefle and he, fill up one Monument. cite 
 
 Lov. To th’ water fide I mutt conduét your Grace 
 Then give my Charge up to Sir DCsebolas Vawx, 
 Who undertakes you to your end. aoe 
 
 Vaax. Prepaie there, : eer 
 The Duke iscomming: Seethe Bargebeready, 
 And fititwith fuch furniture as fuites 
 The Greatneffe of his perton. 
 
 Back. Nay, Sir WV. ‘dala te oa 
 Letitalone ; my ftatenow will but mocke me 
 When } came hither,1 was Lord High Conftable, 
 And Duke of Buckinghams : now, poore Edward Bolin 
 Yet Iam richer then my bafe Accufers, Mae i 
 That never knew what Truth meant : { now fealeits | | 
 And with that bloud wil make ’em one day groane for’ | | 
 My noble Father Heavy of Buckingham. ey | 
 Who firft rais'd head againit Viurping Richard, | 
 Flying for fuccour to his Servant BamsSter, oe 
 Being diftreft ; was by that wretchbetraid, | 
 And without Tryail, fell; Gods peace be with him. 
 Henry the Seaventh fucceeding truly pittying 
 My Fathers loffe ; like a moft Royall Prince 
 Reftor’d me to my Honours: and ont ofriines 
 Made my Name once more Novlee Now his Sonne, 
 Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Nameand all 
 That made me happy ;_at one ftroke ha’s taken 
 For ever from the World. I had my Tryall, 
 And mutt needs fay a Noble one; which makes me 
 A little happier then my wretched Father + 
 Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes , both 
 Fell by our Servants, by thofe Men we lov’d molt 
 A moft unnaturall and faithleffe Service. ag 
 Heaven ha’s anendinail: yet, youthat heare mes 
 This froma dying man receive ascertaine? 
 Where you ate liberal of your loves and Counfels, 
 
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ti, |) And give your hearts to;wheathey-onceperceive 
 ' | Theleaftrubin your fortunes, fallaway 
 
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 ity |, Like water from ye, never found againe 
 | But wherethey meane to finke ye : all good people 
 | Pray forme, I muft now forfake ye;-the laft houre 
 a, | Of my long weary lifeis come = me : : 
 aby . Farewell; and when you would ay fomething that is fad, 
 | Speakehow 1 féll. : 
 i, | L have done;anid God forgive me. 
 a | Exeunt Duke andTraine. ° 
 : t~ O, this is full of pitty ; Sir, it cals 
 I feare, too many curfes on their heads 
 That were the Authors. 
 ita | 2 Ifthe Duke be guiltleffe, 
 _ | Tisfullof woe : yet I can give yon inckling 
 ny | Ofamenfuing evil, if it fall, 
 - | Greater then this. 
 1. Good Angels keepe it fromus: = 
 / What may it be? you doe not doubt my faith Sir? 
 
 | . 2 This Secret is{o weighty, ‘twillrequire 
 | | A ftrong faith to conceale it. 
 | 1. Letme haveir; 
 
 Idoe nottalke much. 
 
 |) 2. Tamconfident; * 
 a“ | You fhall Sir: Did you not of late dayes heare 
 th Abu Zzing of a Separation 
 
 rit I Betweenethe King and Katherine? 
 Be I. Yes, burit held nor; 
 thi |) For when the King once heard it, out ofanger 
 tits }) He fent command to the Lord Mayor ftraight 
 th || To ftop the rumor;aud allay thofe tongues 
 ii |! That durft difperfeits 
 nal, |. 2. But that flander Sir, 
 | 1s foundatrath now : for it growesagen 
 
 __ | Frefherthen e’reit was; and held for certaine _ | 
 ch | The King willventureat it. Either the Cardinall, 
 Or fome about him neere, have out of malice 
 
 _ | Tothe good Queene, poffeft him with a fcruple 
 
 | That wiil undoe her : To confirme this too, 
 
 yt? | Cardinal Campeins is arriv’d,and lately, 
 ja | Asallthinke for this bufineffe. ? 
 ida | 1. “Tis the Cardinal; 
 
 | And meerely to revenge him on the Emperour, 
 
 : 
 inn | For not beftowing on him at his asking, 
 
 .w@ || The Archbifhopricke of Toledo, this is purpos’d, 
 . | | 2. Ithinke 
 ah _ | You have hit the marke ;- but is’t not cruell, 
 
 i, | That the fhould fecle the fmart ofthis: the Cardinall 
 «i — |, Will have his will , and the maft fall. 
 
 yo 1. ‘Tis wofull. 
 
 ij | Wee aretoo open heere to argue this: es 
 
 i | Let’sthinke in private more. Exeumt. 
 tie | pak te eeeesenseal Sek CEN, 
 
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 al Scena Secunda, 
 
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 Enter Lord Chamberlaine, reading this Letter. 
 
 mM: Lord, the Hor(és your Lordihip fant for , with all the 
 care 1 had , I [aw well chofen, vidden, and furnife d. 
 , | They were young and handfome, andofthe bef breedin the 
 | North, when they were ready to fet outfor London, aman 
 | ofmy Lord (ardinals, by Commiffion, and maine power tooke 
 "em from me, with this reafon : his mater would be ferv'd be- 
 
 T he Life of King Henry the 
 
 Say 4 Subjett,if not before the King gobich Stop’ d or mourhes | 
 ig 
 
 Sigh. 
 
 Ifeare he will indeede ; well, ct him have them; hee | 
 will haveall i.thinke. . 
 Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine the Dukes of Nore 
 
 folke and Suffolke. 
 
 Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine, 
 
 Cham. Good day to both your Graces. 
 
 Snuff. How isthe King imploy’de 
 
 Cham. I left him Private, 
 Full of fad thoughts and troubles. 
 
 Norf. What’s the caufe? 
 
 Chama, It {cemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife | 
 Ha’s crept too ncere his Confciences 
 
 Suff- No, his Confcience 
 Ha’s crept tooneere another Ladie. 
 
 XNorf. Tisfo ; 
 
 This isthe Cardinalls doing: The King-Cardinall, 
 That blinde Prieft, like the eldeft Sonne of Fortune, 
 Turnes what he lift. The King will know him one day. 
 
 Suff. Pray God he doe, 
 
 Hee’i never know himfelfe elfe. 
 
 Norf. How holily he workes in all bis bufineffe, 
 And with what zeale? For gow he has crackt the League 
 Betweeg us & the Emperor(the Queens great Nephew) 
 
 He dives into the Kings Soule, and there {catters, 
 Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Confcience, 
 
 Feares, and defpair es,and all thefe for his Marriage. 
 
 And out of all thefe,toreftore the King, 
 
 Hecounfels a Divorce, aloffe of her 
 
 That like aTewell, ha’s hung twenty yeares 
 
 About his necke, yet never loft her luftre; 
 
 Of her that loves him with that excellence, 
 
 That Angels love good men with ; Even ofher,' 
 
 That when the greateft ftroke of Fortune falls 
 
 Will bleffe the King ; and is not this courfe pious ? 
 Cham Heaven keep me from fuchcounfel: tis moft true, 
 
 Thefe newes are every where,every tongue fpeakes “em, 
 
 And every true heart weepesfor’t. Ail thar dare 
 
 Looke into thefeaffaires, fee this maineend, 
 
 The French Kings Sifter. Heavenwwill one day open 
 
 The Kings eyes, that fo long'have flept upon 
 
 This bold bad man. 
 
 Su#ff. And free us from his flavery. 
 
 Norf. Wehad need pray, 
 
 And heartily, for our deliverance ; 
 
 Or this imperious man willworke us all 
 From Princes into Pages : all mens honours 
 Lielike one lampe before him, to be fafhion’d 
 Into what pitch he pleafe. 
 
 Swf. Forme, my Lords, 
 
 I love him not, nor feare him, there’s my Creede: 
 As I am made without him, to !e ftand, 
 
 Ifthe King pleafe :_ his Curfes and his bleffings 
 Touch me alike: th’ are breath I not beleeve in. 
 
 I knew him, and I know him : {o I leave him 
 
 To him that made him proud; the Pope, 
 
 Norf. Let's in; 
 
 And with fome other bufineffe, put the King 
 From thefe fad thoughts, that work too much upon him; 
 My Lord, youle beare us company ? 
 
 (bam. Bxcufe me, . 
 
 The King ha’s fent me etherwhere: Befides 
 You'l finde amoft unfittime to diftarbe him : 
 Health to your Lordfhips. 
 
 *3 
 
The Life of King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Norfolke. Thankes my Good Lord Chamsberlaine. — 
 Exis Lora Chamberlaine, and the King drawes the Curtasme 
 and fits reading penfvely. 
 Suff. How fad he lookes ; fure heis much afflicted. 
 Kin. Who's there ? Ha? 
 Norff; Pray God he’be not angry. (felves 
 Kin, Who's there I fay ? How dare you thruft your 
 Into my private Meditations ? 
 WhoamI? Ha? ~* 
 Norff. A gtacious King, that pardons all offences 
 Malice ne’re meant ; Our breach of Duty this way, 
 Is bufineffe of Eftate ; in which , weecome 
 To know your ae pleafure 
 Kin. Yeare too bold: 
 Goto; lemake yeknow your times of bu fineffe s 
 Is thisan howre for temporall affaires ? Ha? 
 
 Enter Wolfey and Campeius with a (‘ ‘ommi{fion. 
 Whao’s there 2 my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolfey, 
 The quiet of my wounded Confcience ; 
 
 Thou art a cure fit for the King; you'r welcome 
 Moft learned Reverend Sir, into our Kiagdome, 
 Vieus, andit: my good Lord, have great care, 
 I be not founda Talker. 
 Wel. Sir, youcannot ers 
 I would your Grace would give us butan houre 
 Of private conference. 
 Kin. We are bufie ; goc- 
 Nor. This Prieft ha’s no pridein him? 
 Swf. Not to {peake of : 
 I would not be fo ficke though for his place: 
 Butthis cannot continue. pein 
 Norf. Itit doe,Ile venture one heave at him.. 
 Swf. I another. 
 Exeunt N orfolke, and Suffolke. 
 wol. Your Grace ha’s given a refident of ' wifedome 
 Above all Princes, incommitting frecly 
 Your {cruple to the voyce of Chriftendome: 
 Who can be angry now ? What Envy reach you? 
 The Spaniard tide by blood and favour to her, 
 Mutt now confeffe if they haveany goodneffe, 
 The Tryall, juft and Noble. All the Clearkes, 
 (I meane the learned ones in Chriftian Kingdomes ) 
 Have their free voyces. Rome (the Nurfeof Iudgement, 
 Invited by your Noble felfe hath fent 
 One generall Tongue nntous. This good man, 
 This juft and learned Prieft, Cardinal Camspeises 
 Whom once more, I prefent unto your Highneffe. 
 Kin. And once more in mine armes!I bid him welcome, 
 And thankethe holy Conclave for their loves, 
 They have fent me fucha Man,! would have with’d for. 
 (Cam. Your Grace mutt needs deferve all ftrangers loves 
 Youare fo Noble: To your Highneffe hand 
 I tender my Commiffion ;_ by whofe vertue, 
 The Court of Rome commanding: Youmy Lord 
 Cardinal of Yorke , are joyn’d with me their Servant, 
 In the unparciall judging of this Bufineffe. . (ted 
 Kin. Two equall men : The Queene fhall be acquain- 
 Forthwith for whatyou comes Where's Gardiner ? 
 wol. 1 know your Majefty, ha’salwayes lov’d her 
 So deere in heart, not: todeny her that - 
 | A Woman of leffe Place mightaske by Law ; 
 Schollersallow’d freely toargue forher. 
 | Kin. I,and the beft the fhallhave; andmy favour © 
 To him that does beft, God forbid elfe: Cardinall, 
 Prethee call Gardiner tome,my new Secretary, 
 I find hima fitfellow. ite Gl potite 
 
 In this mans place before him? 
 
 Even of your felfe Lord Cardinal. 
 
 And fearing he would rife (he was fe vertuous) © =) 
 Kept him a forraigne man itill, which fo greev dhim;* | 
 That he ran mad, and dide. ory 
 Thats Chriftian care enough: for living Marniurers, 
 
 There’s places of rebuke. He was a Foole ; 
 For he would needs be vertuouse 
 
 Welive not to be grip’d by meaner perfons. 
 
 | So good a Lady, that no tongue could ever 
 
 Enter Gardsner, ) 7 ay 
 wol. Give meyour hand : much joy & favourto you, 
 
 You are the Kings now- 
 Gard. But to be commanded nol 6 
 For ever by your Grace, whofe hand ha’ s rais’d me. ‘he 
 Kin, Come hither Gardiner. re It 
 
 Walkes and whifperss 2. © 
 (amp. My Lord of Yorke, was not one Dottor Pare” 
 
 Wol. Yes, he wase 
 Camp. Was he not held alearned man?) 
 
 Wol. Yes {urelye Or Se 
 Camp. Beleeve me, there’s anill opinion {pread 
 
 ay 
 + gt 
 Pe || 
 
 Wel. How? of me? : at ols 
 Camp. They will not fticketofay, youenvide him; > 
 
 wWol. Heav’ns peace be with him : 
 
 ain 
 
 That good Fellow, 
 
 if Icommand him followes my 4ppointment, 
 I will havenone foneere elfe. Learne this Brother, 
 
 ay 
 i 
 
 Kin. Deliver this with modefty toch’ Queene. 
 Exit Gardiner. | 
 The moft convenient place, that Ican thinkeof | 
 For fuch receipt of Learning, is Blacke-Fryerss 
 There ye hall meete about this waighty bufinefle. 
 My Wolfey, {ec ic furnifh’d. O my Lord, 
 Would it not grieve anable man toleave + =" 
 So fweet a Bedfellow ? But Confcience, Confciencts 
 O ’tis atender place and 1 mufte leave ker- Extwn 
 
 iD 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter eAnne Bullen, andanola Lady. 
 
 e4n. Not for that neither;here’s the pang that pincheét: 
 His Highrieffe, having liv’d folong with her, and fhe | 
 
 Pronounce difhonour of her ; by my lifes 
 She never knew harme-doing : Oh, now after 
 So many courfes oftheSunenthroaned, | 
 Still growing ina Majefty andpompe, the which == | 4] 
 To leave,a thoufand fold more bitter, then eee 
 Tis fweet at firftt'acquire. Afterthis Procell; |” 
 Togive hertheavaunt, it isa pitty a 
 Would moveaMonfter. 
 Old La. Heartsof moft hard temper 
 Melt and lament for her, 
 04%. Oh Gods will, much better ee 
 
 She ne’re had knowne pompe ; though’ be temporall, 
 Yet if that quarrell, Fortune, dodivorce re 
 It from the bearer,’tis a fufterance, panging 
 As foule and bodies fevering. 
 “Old La. Alas poore Lady, 
 
 Shee's ftranger now againe. 
 
 -<x. Somuch the more 
 
 Mutt pitty drop upon her ; verily 
 
 I f{weare, tis better to be lowly borne, 
 
The Lifeof King Henry the Eight. ee 215 
 
 Cham Lady; 
 
 | And range with humble livers in Content, 
 
 | Thenco be perk’d.up ina gliftring griefe, Iifhall not faile t’ approvethe faire conceit _ - 
 ai 4 And weare agolden forrow. The King hath of you. Ihave per us’dhert well, 
 1 .oldZ. Ourcontent Beauty and Honour in/her are fo mingled, af 
 ti | Is our beft having. . . That they have caught the King : and who knowesyet 
 | Anne, By my troth,and Maidenhead, But from this Lady, may proceed a lemme, 
 ~ | IwouldnotbeaQueene. Tolighten all this Ile? I'leto the King, 
 it | OldL. Bethrew me,I would, And fay I {poke with you. 
 
 And venture Maidenhead for’, and fo would you 
 For all this{pice of your Hipocrifie 5 
 
 You that have fo faire parts of Womanon you, 
 
 'Have(too).a Womans heart, whichever yet 
 Affected Eminence, Wealth, Soveraignty ; f 
 Which, to fay footh,are Bleffings ; and which guifts 
 
 (Saving your mincing) the capacity 
 
 Exit Lord Chamberlaine. 
 
 An. My honour’d Lord. 
 Ol4L. Whythisitis: See, fee, 
 
 I have beene begging fixteene yeares in Court 
 
 (Am yet a Courtier beggefly) nor could 
 
 Come pat betwist too early, and too late 
 
 Fer any fuit of pounds zand you, (oh fate) 
 
 im | Of yourfoft Chiverell Confcience, would receive, A very frefh Fith heere ; fye,fye,fyeupon 
 m | Ifyoumight pleafe to ftretch it... - This compel’d fortune : have your mouth fild up, 
 ft An, Nay, good troth, : Before you open it. | 
 Old L.Yestroth,& troth: you would not bea Queen? | 4. This is ftrange to me. 
 Az. No, not for all the riches under Heaven. OL, Bow tafts ic? Is it bitter ? Forty pence, nox 
 in Old L.Tis {trangesa three pence bow’d now would jure | There wasa Lady once (tisan old Story ) 
 y; | OldasIam, to Queene it: but! pray you, (me, | That would not be a Queene, that would fhe not 
 aii | Whatthinke you of a Dutcheffe ? Have you limbs For all the mud in Egypt; have you heard it ? 
 nm, | To beare that load of Title ? n. Come you are pleafanr. 
 hdd Au, No intruth. OlaL. With your Theame, I could Wen 
 fa Old.L. Thenyou are weakly made, pluckeoffalittle, | O’re+mountthe Larke : The Marchionefle of Pembrooke?. 
 i ft would notbe a young Count in your ways A thoufand poundsa yeare, for pure refpect ? 
 ii | Formore then blufhing comes to:Ifyourbacke No other obligation ?' by my Life, 
 ui | Cannot youchfafe this burthen, tis too weake That promifes mo thoufands : Honours traine 
 fe | Ever tofera Boy. Is longer then his fore-skirt; by this time 
 iy |. 4% How you doc talke ; I know your backe will beare a Dutcheffe, Say, 
 | I {weare againe, I would:not be a Queene, Are you not ftronger then you were? 
 ,, | Forall the world. . en. Good Lady, : 
 tui O/d L. In faith for little England Make your felfemirth with your particular faney,. 
 i __| You’l venture an emballing : 1 my felfe i And leave meé-outon’t. Would I had no being 
 x Would for (arnarvanfoire,althongh there long’d If this falute myblood ajot ; it faints me 
 _— | Nomore toth’ Crowne but that : Lo, who comes here? | To thinke what followes. 
 The Queene is comfortleffe , and we forgetfull 
 Enter Lord Chamberlaine, ~ (know | Inourlongabfence : pray doe not deliver, 
 L.(ham. Good morrow Ladies; what wert worth to | What heerey’ have heard to her. 
 — | Thefecret of your conference ? Old L. What doe you thinke me ———Exeunt, 
 | 4m. My good Lord, . 
 I | Not your demand; it valewes not yourasking : 5 . 
 Our Miftris Sorrowes we were pittying. ¢ 
 ae | Cham. \t wasa gentle butinefte and becomming cane Qua ra. 
 ii’ | The a@ion of good women, there is hope 
 id All will be well. apeas.05 b 
 id etn. Now I pray God, Amen. . Trumpets, Sonnet, and Cornets. 
 wi’ | Cham. You bearea gentle minde,& heav'nly bleflings | Enter two Vergers, with foort filver wands ; next thems two 
 |. 4 Follow fuch Creatures. That you may, faireLady Scribes in the habite of Dottors ; after thems, the Bifhop of 
 he Peréeive I {peake fincerely, and high notes Canterbury alone ; afier bin, the Bilbops of Lincoine, Ely, 
 it | Tane of your many vertues; the Kings Majefty Rochefter, and S. Afaph: Next them , with fome fia 
 dh Commends his good opinion of you, to you; and distance, followes a Gentleman bearing the Purfe , with the 
 Doe’s purpofe honour to you no lefle flowing, great Seale, and 4 Cardinals Hat : Then two Priests, bea- 
 Then Marchionefle of Pembrooke; to which Title, ring each a Silver Croffe: Then a Gentleman Ufher bare- 
 A Thonfand pound a yeare, Annual] fupport, headed, accompanied with aSergeant at etrmses bearing a 
 Out of hisGrace, headdeg, Silver (Mace: Thentwe Gentlemen bearing two great 
 i An. 1 doe not know . Silver Pillers: After them, fide by (ide,the two ( ardinals, 
 iy | What kinde of my obedience, I fhould tender ; two Noble men,with the Sword and Mace. The King takes 
 ¢ | More then my All, isnothing : Normy Prayers place ander the Cloth of State. The two Cardinalts jit 
 Are not words duely hallowed; nor my Withes under hins as Indges. The LQacene takes place fome di- 
 
 ftance from the King. The Balhops place themfelves on 
 each fide the Conrt in manner of a Conjistory : Below them 
 the Scribes. The Lords fit next the Bifbops. Thereft of the 
 etttendants fiand in convenient order abont the Stage 
 
 yt 
 
 More worth then empty vanities: yet Prayers & Withes 
 
 _ Are all I canreturne. ’Beleech your Lordfhip, 
 Vouchfafe to fpeake my thankés, and my obedience, 
 
 _| Asfrom a blufhing Handmaid,to his Highnefle ; 
 
 | Whofe health and Royalty I pray for- 
 
a 
 
 Car. Whil'ft our Commiffion from Rome isread; 
 Let filence be commanded. 
 King. What's the need ? 
 Ithath already publiquely bene read, 
 | And’onall fidesth’ Authority allow’d, 
 | You may then fparethat time. 
 | . Car, Bee’t fo, proceed. : 4 
 Scri. Say, Henry K. of England, come into the Court. 
 (rier. Henry King of England, &ce 
 King, Heere. : 
 Scribe, Say ,K atherine Queene of England, 
 Come into the Court. Feed tas 
 Cries. Katherine Quéene of Dagiana, ce ; 
 The Cina ta to Anji a8 rifes ont of ber Chaire, 
 goes about the Court, comes to the King and knecles at 
 his Feeres Then speakes. 4 
 | Sir, I defire you dome right and Iuftice, 
 | And tobeftow your pitty on me; for 
 | Tama moitpoore Woman,and aftranger, 
 Borne out of your Dominions : having heere 
 No Indge indifferent, nor 10 more aflurance ” 
 | Of equall Friendthip atid Proceeding. Alas Sir : 
 In what have I offended you? What canfe 
 Hath my behaviour giver to your difpleafure, 
 | That thas you fhould proceed to put me off, 
 _ Andrake your good grace from me? Heaven witneffe, 
 I have bene to you a true and humble Wite, 
 Atall times to your will conformable: 
 Ever in fearé tokindle your Diflike, 
 Yea, fubject to your Countenance-: Glad, or forry; 
 As I {aw it inclin’d? when was the houre 
 Lever contradicted your Defire ? f 
 Or made it not mine too ? Or which of your Friends 
 Have L.not ftroveto love, although I knew 
 He were mine Enemy? What Friend of mine, 
 That had to himderiv’d your Anger, did I 
 Continnein my Liking 2 Nay, gave notice — 
 He was from thencedi{charg’d 2 Sir, cail to minde, 
 That I have beene your Wite, inthis Obedience, 
 Vpward of twenty ycares,and have bene bleft 
 With many Children by you. Ifin the courfe 
 And proceffe of this time you can report, 
 And prove it too, againft mine Honour aught ; 
 My bond to Wedlockes or my love and Duty 
 Again{t your Sacred Perfon ; in Gods name 
 Turneme away : and let fowl ft Contempr 
 Shut doore.upon me, and fo give me up 
 To the fharp it kinde of Iuftice. Pleafe you, Sir, 
 The King your Father, was reputed for 
 A Prince moft Pradent; and an excellent 
 And unmatch'd Wit, and Iudgement, Ferdinand 
 My Father, King of Spaine, wasreckon’d one 
 The wifeft Prince, thattkere hadreign’d, by many 
 A yeare before. It isnot to be queftion’d, 
 That they had gather'd a wife Councell to them 
 Ofevery Realme, that did debate this Bufineffe, 
 Who deem’d our Marriage lawful. Wherefore I humbly 
 Befeech you Sir, to {pare me, till Imay 
 Be by my Friends in Spaine, advis’d; whofe Coun(aile 
 I will implore. Ifnot,i’ th’ name of God 
 Your pleafure be fal fill’d. 
 
 Wol. Youhaveheere Lady. - 
 (And of your choice) thefe reverend Fathers, men. > 
 Of fingular Integrity, and Learning ; a. 
 Yea, the elect o’th’ Land, whoareaflembled - 
 
 ‘To pleade your Canute. It thall be therefore bootlefft, 
 
 The Life of King Henry rhe Eight. 
 
 | Ore~topping womans powre. Madam, youdomeywrong |) 
 
 - Your high profe 
 
 That longer yon:defire the Court,as well => = 
 For your owne quiet, asto redtifie i 
 What is unfetled in the King, ‘Ale a 4 
 Camp. HisGrace ) . 
 Hath {poken well, and juftly: ThereforeMadam, ia 
 It’s fit this Royall Seffion do proceed, 
 And that (without delay) their Arguments — ; I 
 Be now produc’d, and heard. Ag qi, 
 24. Lord Cardinall, to youl fpeake- ‘heh aly 
 Wol. Your pleafare, Madam. ee 
 Qu. Sir, lamabout to weepe; but thinking thar | 
 Weare a Queene (or long have dream’d{o) certaing | 
 The daughter ofa Kiag, my drops of teares, ht 
 Ile turneto fparkesiof fire. 
 Wol. Be patient yet. fee) | 
 Qu. Iwill, when youare humbie ; Nay before,- 
 Or God willpunifh me. Idobelceve 
 (Induc’d by petent Circumftances) that 
 Youare mine Enemy, and make my Challenge. 
 You fhall not be my Judge. Forit is you a 
 Have blowne this Coale, betwixt my Lord,andme; ff 
 (Which Gods. dew quench) therefore, I fay againe, 
 I utterly abhorre; yea, from my Soule . 
 Refafe you for my Iudge, whomyetoncemore | 
 1 hold my-moft malicious Foe, and thinke not 
 Atalla kriendto:t¢uth, 
 Wa. \doprotefie 
 You {peake not like your felfes who ever yet 
 Fiave {tood to Charity: and difplayd th’ effects » 
 Of difpofition gentle, and of wifdome, 
 
 I have no Spleeneagaintt you, nor injuftice 
 For you, or any : how farre} have proceeded, 
 Or how farre further (Shall) is warranted 
 By a Commiffion from the Coafiftory; ie 
 Yea, the whole ConfiftorieofRome, Youchargeme, | 
 That I have blowne this Coale : I do deny it, | 
 The King is prefent: If it be knowne to him, | 
 ThatJ gainfay my Deed, how may he wound, 
 And worthily ay Falfehood, yea, as much 
 As you have done my Truth. If he know 
 That lam free of your Report, he knowes 
 I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him 
 It lies to cure me, and thecure is to 
 Remove thefe thoughts from you. The which before 
 His Highnefie thal] {peake in, I do befeech 
 You(gracious Madam )to unthinke your fpeaking, 
 And to fay no more. 
 Lue. My Lord, my Lord, 
 I ama fimpie woman, much too weake begee <I 
 Toppole your cunning. Y’are meek,& humble-mouth’d, | q\. 
 You tigne your place, and Calling, in full eeming, = | 
 With Meckenefiec and Humilities But your Heart — q 
 Is cramm’d with Arrogance, Spleene, and Pride. 
 You have by Fortune, and his Highneffefavors, =| 
 Gone flightly o’re lowe fteppes,and now are mounted | 
 Where Powresare your Retainers, and your words : 
 (Domettickes to you ) ferve your will ; as’t pleafe 
 Your felfe pronounce their Office. mutt tell you, 
 Youtender more yen perfons Honor, then 
 On Spirituall. That agen 
 
 Ido refufe you for my Iudge,and heere 
 Before you all, Appeale untothe Pope, 
 To bring my whole Canfe ’fore his Holineffe, 
 And to be judg’e by im. 3 
 
 Ske Curtfies to the King, and offers to depart, 
 
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Camp. The Queene is obftinate, 
 Stubborne to Iuftice, apt to accufe it, and 
 Difdainfull to be tride by’t ; tis not well. 
 Shee’s going away. 
 
 Kén. Callheragaine. 
 
 (vier. Katherine. Q. of England,come into the Court. 
 Gent. Vib. Madam, you are cald backe. ; 
 Que. What need you note it?pray you keep your way, 
 
 Whea you are cald returne. Now the Lord heipe, 
 They vexe me paft my patience, pray you pafle on; 
 I willnot tarry : no, nor ever more 
 Vpon this butineffe my appearance make, 
 Inany of their Courts. 
 Exit 2 ysene,and her Attendants. 
 Kiw. Goe thy wayes Kate, 
 
 | That mani’ch’ world, who fhall report he ha’s 
 
 A better Wife, let him innought be trufted, 
 For {peaking falfein that; Thou art alone 
 (Ifthy rare qualities,{w eet gentleneffe, 
 Thy meékneffe Saint-like, Wife-like Government; 
 Obeying in commanding, and thy parts 
 Soveraigne and Pious, could {peaketheeout) » . 
 The Queene of earthly Queenes: Shee’s Noble borne: 
 And like her true Nobility, fhe ha’s 
 Carried her felfetowardsmes ~~ 
 Wol. Molt graciousSir, - 
 Tn humbieft manner I require your Highnefle, 
 That it {hall pleafe you ro declare in hearing 
 Ofall thefe eares (for where I am rob’d and bound, 
 There mutt Ibe unioos’d, although not there 
 At once, and fully fatisfide ) whether ever I 
 Did broach this bufines to your Highnes, or 
 ‘Laid any feruple in your way which might 
 ‘Induce you to the queftion on't : or euer 
 Have to you, but with thankesto God for fuch 
 A Royall Lady, {pake one , the leaft word that might 
 Be to the prejudice of her prefent State, 
 ‘Or tonch of her good Perfon 2 
 Kia. My Lord Cardinal, 
 I doe excufe you; yea;upon mine Honour, 
 i free you from’t: Yonare not to be taught 
 
 | That you have many enemies, that know not 
 
 Why they are fo, but like the Village Curres, 
 Barke when their fellowes doe. By fome of thefe 
 The Queene is put in anger ; y’are excus’d: 
 
 But will you be more juftifi'de? Youever 
 
 Have with’d the fleeping of this bufines, never defir'd 
 ‘Te tobe ftir’d ; but oft haye hindred, of t 
 
 ‘The paffages made toward it ; on my Honour, 
 Ff{peake my good Lord Cardinallto this point ; 
 
 And thus farre cleare him. 
 
 Now, what mov’d me too’t, : 
 
 Twill be bold with time and your attention : _.(too’t: 
 Then marketh’ inducemert. Thusit came; give heede 
 My Conf{cience firft receiv’d a tenderneffe, 
 
 } Scruple, and pricke, on certaine Speeches utter’d 
 
 By th’ Bithop of Bayor,then French Embaflador, 
 Who had beene hither fent onthe debating | 
 
 And Marriage ’twixt the Duke of Ordeance, and 
 | Our Daughter Cary : I’th’ Progrefle of this bufineffe, 
 
 Erea determinate refolution, hee 
 
 (1 meane the Bifhop) did requitea refpite, 
 
 Wherein he might the King his Lord advertife, 
 Whether our daughter were legitimate, 
 Refpecting this our Marriage with the Dowager, 
 Sometimes our Brothers Wife. This ref{pite fhooke 
 
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 The bofome of my Conicience, enter’d me; 
 Yea with a fplitting power, and made to tremble 
 The region of my Breaft, which fore’d fuck way, 
 atmany maz’d confiderings,did throng 
 
 And preft in with this Cantion. Firft, me thought 
 I food not in the fimile of Heaven; who had 
 Commanded Nature, that my Ladies wombe 
 If it conceiv’d a male-child by me, fhould 
 Doe no more Offices of life too’t ; then 
 The Grave does to th’ dead: For her Male Iffue, 
 Or di‘de where they were made, or fhortly after 
 This world had ayr‘d them. Hence I tooke a thought, 
 This wasa lndgement on me; thatmy Kingdome 
 (Well worthy the belt Heyreo’th’ World) fhould not 
 Be glad int byme, Thenfollowes, that i 
 I weigh’d the danger which my Realmes ftood in 
 By thismy flues taile, and that gave tome 
 Many a groaning throw : thus hulling in 
 The wilde Sea ot my Confcience, bdid fteere 
 Toward this remedy, whereupon we are 
 Now prefent heere together ; that’s to fy, 
 I meant to rectifie my,Confcience; whi_4 
 I then did feele full ficke, and yet not well; 
 By all the reverend Fathers of the Land, 
 And Doétors learn’d.. Firft Ikegan in private, 
 With you my Lord of Lincome; youremember 
 How under my oppreffion I did reeke 
 When I firft mov'd you. 
 
 B.Lin. Very well my Liedge. oh ee 
 
 Kin. Ihave {poke long, be pleas’d your felfe to fay: 
 How farre you fatisfide me... 
 
 Lin. So pleafe your Highnefle, 
 The queftion did at firft fo ftageer me, 
 Bearing a {tate of mighty momentin’t, 
 And confequence of dread, that lcommitted * 
 The daring{t Counfaile which I had to doubt; 
 And did intreat your Highneffe in this courfe, 
 Which you are running heere. 
 
 Kin. Ithen mov’d you, 
 My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leave 
 To makethts prefent Summons unfolicited. 
 I Jettno reverend perfon ia this Court , 
 But by particular content proceeded 
 Vander your hands and Seales : therefore goeon; 
 For no diflike ith’ world againft the perion 
 Of our good Queene; but the fharpe thorny points 
 Of my alleged reafons, drives this forward : 
 Prove but. our Marriage lawfall,by my Life 
 And Kingly Dignity, we are contented 
 To weare our mortall State to come, with her, 
 (Katherine our Queene) before the primeft Creature 
 That's Parragon’d o’th’ World 
 
 Camp. So pleafe your Highneffe, i 
 The Queene being abfent, ‘ris a needfull fitneffe 
 That weadiourne this Court further day ;- 
 Meane while muft be anearneft motion —> 
 Made tothe Queene to call backe her Appeale 
 She intends unto his holinefle. 
 
 Kim. I may perceive. 
 Thefe Cardinals trifle with me: Tabhorre. 
 This dilatory floth, and trickesof Rome. . 
 My learn’d and welbeloved Servant (7asmer, 
 Prethee returne, withthy approach: I know, 
 My comfort comes along : breakeup the Court ; 
 
 Exeunt, in manner as they enter’ de ay 
 
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 The Life of King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Enter Queene and ber Women as at workes 
 Quren. Vake thy Lute wench, 
 My Soule growes fad with troubles, : 
 Sing, and difperfe’em if thou canft: leave working : 
 () phews with his Luce made Trees, 
 And the Monataine tops that freexe, 
 Bow themfelves when he did fing. 
 To bis Muficke, Plants and Flowers 
 Ever {pring ; a Sunne and Showres, 
 There fio made a lasting Spring. 
 Every thing that heard lim play, 
 Even the Billawes of the Sea, 
 Hung their heads,and then tay by. 
 In {west Muficke is ach Art, 
 Kiking carey and gricfe of heart, 
 Fall afleepeyor hearing dye. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 : “Buter ag entleman, 
 Queen. How now? 
 
 Gent. And't pleafe your Grace,the two great Cardinals 
 
 Wait in the prefence- , 
 Queen, Would they {peake with me? 
 Gent. They wil’d me fay fo Madam. 
 Queen. Pray their Graces. 
 
 To come neere : what can be their bufinefle 
 
 With me, apoore weake woman, falne from favour, 
 
 I doe not like their comming ; now I thinke on’t, 
 
 They fhould begood men, theiraffaires are righteous 
 
 But all Hoods»make not Monkes. 5 
 Exter the two (ardinalls, Wolfey O Camptan. 
 Wolf. Pcace to your Highnefie. 
 
 Qugen'¥ our Graces find mc heere part ofa Honfwife, 
 
 (I would be all againft the worlt may happen : 
 What are your pleafares with me,reverend Lords? 
 Wol. May it pleafe 
 Into your privare Chamber; we fhall give you 
 The fall caufe of our comming. 
 Lucena. Speake it heere. 
 There’s nothing I have done yet 0’ my Confcience 
 Deferves a Gorner : would ail other Women 
 Could {peake this with as free a Soule as | doe, 
 My Lords, I care not(fo much lam happy 
 Abovea number) if my actions 
 Were tri’de by ev’ry tongue, ev’ry eye faw’ em, 
 Envy and bafe opinon fet againft ‘em, © 
 I know my lifefo even. Ifyourbufines 
 Secké me outs andthat way Lam Wife in; 
 Ont with it boldly :_ Truth loves open dealing. 
 
 you Noble Madam,to withdraw 
 
 Card.Tanta eft erga te mentis integritas( Regina fe iffimae) 
 Queen. Good my Lord, no Latin ; 
 
 Lamnot fuch a Truant fince my comming, 
 
 As not to know the Language I have liv’d ins (ous: 
 
 A ftrange Tongue 
 
 makes my caufemore ftrange,fufpiti- 
 
 Pray {peake in Englith ; heere are fome will thanke you, 
 
 If you fpeake truth, for their poore Mittrisfake; 
 Beleeve me the ha’s had much wrong. 
 
 | The wiiling’ft finne I ever yet committed, 
 May be abfolv’d in Englifh. 
 
 (ard, NobleLady, 
 
 Lord Cardinal, 
 
 I am forry my integrity fhould breed, oath, tk 
 (And fervice to his Majefty and you) ‘a t 
 $6 deepefufpition, where all faith wasmeant} fT 
 We come not by the way of Accufation, 9. 47 i ( 
 To taint that honour every good Tongue blefles; i Yo 
 Nor to betray you any way to forrow ; \ a 
 You have too much good Lady: Buttoknow | iy 
 How you ftand minded in the waighty difference - ae (ty 
 Betweene the King and you, and to deliver “a 
 (Like freeand honeft men) our juft opinions, 7) yf 
 And comforts to your caufe. ogy 
 
 (amp. Moft honour’d Madam, 
 My. Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature, 
 Zealeand obedience he {till bore your Grace, 
 Forgetting (like a good man) your late Cenfure 
 Both of his trath and him (which was too farre) 
 Offers, as 1 doe, in a figne of peace, i’g 
 His Service, and his Counfell. 
 
 Queen. To betray me. ae 
 My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills, 
 Ye fpeake like heneit men, (pray Godye provefo 
 But how to make ye fodainly an Anfwere . 
 Infach a point of weight, fo neere mine Honour, 
 (More neere my Life I feare). with my weake wit ; 
 And to fuch men of gravity.and learning; 
 Intruth I know not. I was fet at worke, 
 Among my Maids, full litle (God knowes 
 Either for fuch men, or fuch bufinefle ; 
 For her fake that I have beene, for I feele 
 The laft fit ofiny Greatnefle; good your Graces 
 Let me have time and Councell for my Canfe s: 
 Alas, I am a Woman friendleffe, hopeleffe. 
 
 Wol. Madam, 
 You wrong the Kings love with thefe feares, 
 Your hopes and friends are infinite. 
 Laem. In England, 
 Butlittle for my profit:can you thinke Lords, 
 That any Englifh man dare give me Councell? 
 Or bea knowne friend ’gainit Highneffe pleafure, 
 (Though he be growne fo defperateto be honelt) 
 Andlive aSubje&? Nay forfooth my friends, 
 T bey that muft weigh our my afflictions, 
 They that my truft maft grow £0, live not heere, 
 They are (as ail my other comforts) far henes 
 In mineowne Country Lords, 
 
 Camp. Iwould your Grace. He 
 Would leave your greefes,and take my Counfelle ” 
 
 Queen. How Sir? 
 
 Camp.Put your maine caufe into the Kings prote 
 Hee’s loving and moft gracious. "Twill bemuc 
 Both for your Honour better,and your Caufe 
 For if the tryall oi the Law o’retake ye, ; 
 You'l part away difgrac’d. 
 
 Wol. Hetelsyou rightly. Ee 
 Queen. Ye tell me what ye with for both, my: 
 Is this your Chriftian Councell ? Out npon ye 
 Heaven is above all yet; there fitsa Indge, 
 That no King can corrupt. * 
 
 _ Camp. Your rage miltakesus. : 
 
 Queen.The more fhame for ye; holy men I though 
 Vpon my Soule two reverend Cardinall Vertues? 
 _ But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feareye+ 
 
 Mend’em for fhame my Lords: Isthis your comtd 
 
 The Cordiall "that ye bringa wretched Lady? 
 
 A-woman loft among ye, laugh’t at, fcornd? 
 
 I will not with ye haife my miferies, © by 
 
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 | Ibavemore Charity. ButfayI warn'dye; 
 - Take heed, for heaveris fake take heed, leaft at once 
 
 The burthen of my forrowes, fall upon ye 
 (ar. Madam, this is a mecre diftraCtion, 
 You turnethe good we offer, into envy. _ 
 Luee. Yeturne meinto nothing. Woeupon ye; 
 
 | Andall fuch falfe profeflors. Would you have me 
 
 (If you have any iuftice, any Pitty, 
 
 If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits ) ' 
 
 Put my ficke caute into his hands, that hates me ? 
 Alas, ha’s banifht me his bed already , 
 
 | His Love, too longago. Iam old my Lords; 
 
 And all the fellowfhip I hold now with him 
 Isonely by Obedience. What can happen 
 
 | To me, above this wretchedneffe > All your Stiidies 
 
 Make me a Curfe, like this: 
 ‘Camp. Your feares are worfe. 
 Lu. Have I liv’d thuslong (let me fpeake my felfe; 
 
 Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wifeatruc one? 
 
 A Woman(I dare fay without Vainglory) 
 Never yet branded with {ufpition ? 
 Have I, witliall my full Affections 
 
 Still met the King? Lov’d him next Heav’n?Obey’d him? 
 | Bin (out of fondnefle) fiperftitions to him ? 
 
 Almoft forgot my Prayres to content him? 
 And am I thus rewarded? *Tis not well Lords. 
 Bring mea conftant woman to her husband, 
 
 | One that ne've dream’d a loy, beyond his pleafure ; 
 And tothat Woman(when fhe kasdone molt) 
 
 Yet will 1 adde an honor ; a great Patience: 
 Car, Madam, you wander from thegood 
 
 | We aymeat. 
 
 Race, My Lord, 
 I dare not make my felfe fo guilty, 
 
 To give up willingly that Noble Title 
 
 | Your Matter wed me to; nothing but death 
 
 Shall e’re divorce my Dignities, 
 Card. Pray heare me. ha eb Ste 
 Lu, Would I had never trod this Englifh Earth , 
 Or felc che Flarteries that grow upon it +; 
 
 Ye have Angels Faces; bat Heaven knowes your hearts. 
 
 What fhali become of me now, wretched Lady ? 
 
 | Iamthe moft unhappy Woman living. 
 
 Alas (poore Wenches ) where are now your Fortunes ? 
 Shipwrack’d upona Kingdome, where no Pitty, 
 
 No Friends, no Hope, no Kiodred weepe for me? 
 
 Almoft no Graveallow’dme? Like the Lilly 
 
 That once was Miltris of the Fieldyand flourifh’d, 
 
 | le hang my bead, and perith.’ 
 
 Car. If yourGrace _ 3 sid 
 Could bit be brought to know, our ends are honeft, 
 
 ' | You'ldfeele more comfort-Why fhold we (good Lady} 
 | Vpon what caufe wrong you? Alas, our Places, 
 The way of our Profeffion is againtt it; 
 
 | Weare to Cure fuch forrowes, not to fowe’ ein. . 
 
 ) | For goodneffe fake, confider what you doe, 
 
 How yon may hurt your flfe: I, utterly 
 
 Grow fromthe Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage. 
 The hearts of Princes kifle Obedience, 
 
 Somuch they love it. But to ftubborne Spirits, 
 
 | They {well.and grow, as terrible as ftormes. 
 _| L know you have a Gentle, Noble temper, 
 
 A Soule as even as a Calme ; Pray thinke us, 
 
 Tholewe profeffe, Peace~makers, Friends, and Servants. 
 
 Camp. Madam, you’l finde it fo: 
 
 | You wrong your Vertues 
 
 With thefe weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit 
 As yours was, put into yeu, ever cafts 
 Such doubts as falfe Coine from it. The King loves Yous 
 Beware youloofeit not : For us (if you pleafe 
 Totruftus in your bufineffe) we are ready 
 To ufe our utmoft Studies, in your fervices 
 2. Do what ye will, my Lords : 
 And pray forgive me; 
 if [haveus’d my felfe unmannerly, 
 You know I ama Woman lacking wit 
 To make 4 feemely anfwer to fuch perfons, 
 Pray do my fervice to his Majeftie, 
 He ha’s my heart yet, and fhall have my Prayers 
 While fhall have my life. Come reverend Fathers, 
 Beftow your Councelson me. She now begges 
 That little thought when the fet footing heere, 
 She fhould have bought her Dignitiesfodeere Exeunt, 
 
 me ier are: > ot Ceaeinant ioaa 
 
 a ee 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffelke, Lord Surrey, 
 : and Lord (harmberlaine. 
 
 Norf. Ifyou will now unite in‘your Complaints, 
 And force them with a Conftancy, the Cardinal] 
 Cannot ftand underthem. 1f you omit 
 The offer of this time, I cannot promife, 
 
 But that you fhallfoftaine moe new difgraces, 
 With thefe you beare already. 
 
 Sur. Lam joyfull ; 
 To meete the leaft occafion, that may give me 
 Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke, 
 Tobe reveng’d on him. . 
 
 Swf. Which of the Peeres 
 Have uncontemn’d gone by him, or at leaft 
 Strangely neglected ? When did he regard 
 The itampe of Nobleneffe in any perfon 
 
 Out of himfelfe ? 
 
 Cham, My Lords, you {peake your pleafures= 
 What he deferves of you aud me, Lknow : 
 What we can doto him (though now the time 
 Gives way tous) I much feare. If youcannot 
 Barre his accefle to’ch’ King, never attempt 
 Any thing omhini : for he hath a witchcraft 
 Over the King in’s Tongue. 
 
 Nor. O feare him not, wr 
 His fpell inthat is out : the King hath found 
 Matter again{t him, that for ever marres 
 The Hony of his Language. No, he’s fetled 
 (Nottocome off ) in his difpleafure. 
 
 Sar. Sir, 
 
 » 1 fhould be glad to hearefuch Newesasthis 
 
 Once every houre. 
 Nor, Beleeve it, this is true. ; 
 In the Divorce, his contrarie proceedings 
 
 Are all unfolded: wherein he appeares; 
 | As I would with mine Enemy. 
 
 Sur. How came ia 
 
 His practifes to light ? 
 
 Sxf. Mott ftrangely. : 
 
 Sar. Ohow? how? § Sail Of adoeD 
 
 Swf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope mifcarried, s 
 . : . - - ‘ + - » An i 
 
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 And come to th’ eye o'th’ King, wherein was read 
 How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holineffe 
 To ftay the Tudgement o’th’ Divorce 5 for if 
 It didtake place, I do(queth he) perceive 
 My King is tangled in aftection, to 
 A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen. 
 Sur. Ha’s the King this? 
 Suf. Beleeve it. 
 Sar. Will this worke? 
 Cham. The King inthis perceives him, how he coafts 
 And hedges his owne way. Butin this point, 
 All his trickes founder, and hebrings his P hyficke 
 After his patients death; the King already 
 Hath married the faire Lady. 
 Sur, Wouldhe had. 
 Suf,. May you be happy in your with my Lord, 
 For I profeffe you have it. 
 Sar. Now all my joy 
 Trace the Conjunction. 
 Suf. My Amen.too’te 
 ¢ Dor. Allmens. ? 
 ~. Suf, There’s order given for her Coronation : 
 Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left 
 Tofomeeares unrecounted. But my Lords 
 Sheis a gallant Creature, and compleate 
 _ | In mindeand feature, I perfwade:me, from her 
 Will fall fome bleffing to this Land, which fhall 
 Init be memoriz’d. 
 Sur. But will the King 
 Difgelt this Letter of the Cardinals ? 
 The Lord forbid. 
 Nor. Marry Amen. 
 Saf. No,no: vi 
 There be moe Wafpes that buz about his Nofe, 
 Will makethis fting the fooner. Cardinal] Cammpeine 
 Is ftolne away to Rome, hath’taneno leave, 
 Ha’s left the canfe ro’th’ King unhandled, aud 
 Is poftedas the Agent of our Cardinall, 
 To fecond all hisplot. Idoaflure you, 
 The King cry’de Ha,at this. 
 Cham. Now God incenfe him, 
 And let himcry Ha, lowder. 
 Norf. But my Lord 
 When returnes (ranmer? : 
 Swf. He isreturn’d in his opfhions, which 
 Have fatisfied the King far his Divorce, 
 Together withall famous Colledges 
 Almoftin Chriftendome : fhortly (1 beleeve) 
 His fecond Marriage fhall be publithd, and 
 | Her Coronation. Katherine no more 
 Shall be call'd Queene, but Princefle Dowager, 
 And Widdow toPrince e4rthur, 
 ' Nor. This fame Cranmer’s 
 A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine 
 In the Kingsbufineffe. ; 
 Sufs He lia’s,and we fhall fee him 
 For it, an Arch-byfhop. 
 Nor, Sol heare. 
 Saf. Tisfo. 9 
 Enter Wolfey and (romwel. 
 The Cardinall. ber? 
 Nor. Obferve, obferve, hee’s moody. 
 Car. The Packet Cromwell, 
 | Gav’t youthe King? aids 
 Crom. To hisowne hand,in’s Bed«chamber.  - 
 | Card. Look’dhe o'th’ infideofthe Paper? — 
 
 T he Lifeof King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Crom. Prefently go 
 He did unfeale them, and the firft he view’d, 
 He did it witha Serious minde ; aheede 
 
 - Was in his countenance. Youhe bade 
 Attend him heere this Morning, 
 Card. Ishe ready to comeabroad ? 
 (vom. \ thinke by thisheis. 
 Card. Leavemea while. 
 It fhall be tothe Dutches of Alanfon, 
 
 The French Kings Sifter ; He fhall marry her. a ¢ 
 Anne Bullen? No: Ueno eAnne Bullens for him, * 
 
 There’s more in’t then faire Vifage. Bullen? 
 No, wee'l no Bullens: Speedily 1 with 
 
 To hearefrom Rome. The Marchionefle of Penbroke? : 
 Nor. He's difcontented. «ol 
 
 Suf. May be he hearesthe King 
 
 Does whet his Anger tohim. 
 
 Sur. Sharpe enough, 
 Lord for thy Inftice. 
 
 Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman ? 
 A Knights Daughter en 
 Tobe her Mitftris Miftris? The Queenes,Quee 
 This Candle burnes not cleere, ‘tis I muft fnuffe 
 
 Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous | 
 
 And well deferving ? yet 1 know her for EL 
 
 A {pieeny Lutheran, and not whelfometo 
 
 Our caule,that fhe fhould lye i’th’ bofome of 
 
 Our hard rul’d King. Againe,thereis {prung up — 
 
 An Heretique,an Arch-one ; (ranmer,one 
 
 Hath crawl’d into the favour of the King, 
 
 AndishisOracle. 
 Nor. Heis vex’dat fomething. ¥ 
 
 Enter King, reading of a Scedule. 
 
 Sur, Lwould*twer fomething y would fret the 
 The Mafter-cord on’s heart. : 
 Swf. The King, the King. a 
 King. What piles of Wealth hath he accumulated 
 To his owne portion ? And what expence by ’th hout 
 Seemes to flow from him ? How, i’th’ nameof Thri 
 Does he rake thistogether? Now my Lords, 
 Saw you the Cardinall? i 6 
 Nor. My Lord, we have sie 
 Stood heere obferving him. Some ftrange Comn 
 Isin his braine : He bites his lip and ftarts, 
 Stops on a fodaine, lookes upon the ground, 
 Then layes his finger on his Temple : ftraight 
 Springs out into faft gate, then {tops againe, 
 Strikeshis breft hard, and anon, he cats 
 His eye againft the Moone ¢in moft ftrange Poftures 
 We have {eene him fet himfelfe. van 
 King. Itmay wellbe, ~~ ne 
 There isa mutiny in's mind. This morning, © 
 Papers of State he fent me, to perufe - alte 
 As I requir’d.: and wot you what I found 
 There (on my Confcience put unwittingly) ~~ 
 Forfooth avvinventorie, thasimporting = 
 The feverall parcels of his PlateshisTreafure, , 
 Rich ftuffesand Ornaments of Honthold, which 
 
 I finde at fuch proud Rate, thatitout-fpeakes ; 
 | Poffeflion of aSubject. sr 
 
 Nor. Ivs-heavenswill, ges eaeey 
 Some Spirit put this paper inthe Packet, 
 To biefie your eye withall. ’ Meo 
 
 King. If we did thinke 
 
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 _ | Onyou, then any:So your Hand,and Heart, 
 
 His Contemplations were above the earth, 
 And fixt on {pirituall object,he fhould {till 
 Dwellin his Mufings,but | am affraid 
 His Thinkings are below the Moone,not worth: 
 His ferious confidering. 
 King takzs bis Seat,whifpers Lovell, who goes 
 to the Cardinal. 
 
 Car, Heaven forgive me, 
 Ever God bleffe your Highnefle. 
 
 King.Good my Lord, © 
 
 Of your beft Graces,in your minde;the which 
 You were now running o’re:you have fcarfe time 
 To fteale from Spiritual leyfure,a briefe {pan 
 To keepe your earthly Audit,fure in that 
 Ideeme you an ill Husband,and am glad 
 To have you therein my Companion. 
 
 Car. Sir, ! 
 For Holy OificesI have a time;a time 
 Tothinke upon the part of bufineffe,which 
 I bearei’th’State:and Nature does require 
 Her times of prefervation,which perforce _ 
 I her fraile fonne,among’ft my Brethren mortall, 
 
 | Matt give my tendanceto. 
 
 King. You have {aid well. Ly 
 (ar. And ever may your Highneffe yoake together, 
 (As I willlend you caufe)my doing well, 
 
 _ | With my wellfaying. 
 
 King.’ Tis well {aid agen, 
 
 j : -And’tis akeinde of good deede to fay well, 
 __{ And yet-wordsare no deeds. My Father lov’d you, 
 
 He faid. he did,and with his deed did Crowne 
 His word fpon you. Since I had my Office, 
 Thave kept younext my Heart,have notalone: | 
 _Imploy‘d you where high Profits might come home, 
 But par’d my prefent Havings,to bettow 
 My Bonntiesupon you. tis 
 Car. W hat fhould this meane? 
 Sur. The Lord increafe this bufineffe. 
 King, Have Inot made you 3 
 | The prime man of the State? } pray you tell me, 
 If what I now pronovince,you have found true: 
 And if you may confeffe it,fay withall 
 -Hfyouare bound tous,orno. What fay you? =. 
 Car. My Soveraigne, ! confefle your Royall graces 
 Showr’d on me daily, have bene more then conld 
 My ftudied purpofes require, which went 
 Beyond all mans endeavors. My endeavors, 
 Have ever come too fhort of my Defires, 
 Yet fill’d with my AbilitiessMine owne ends 
 Have beene fo, that evermore they pointed ° 
 To ’th’good of your moft Sacred Perfon,and 
 The profitof the State. For your great. Graces 
 Heap'd upon me(poore Vindeferver )I 
 nothing render but Allegiant thankes, 
 My Prayres to heaven for you;my Loyalty . 
 _ Which ever ha’s,and ever thall be growing, 
 Tilldeath(chat Winter)kill ir. { 
 ) King. Pairely anfwer'd: 
 A Loyall,and obedient Subject is 
 Therein illaftrated,the Honor of it 
 Does pay the Act ofit,as ?th’contrary 
 The fowleneffe isthe punifhment- I prefume; 
 That as my hand ha’s open’d Bounty toyou, <->) 
 My heart drop’d Love,my powre rain’d Honor, more 
 
 The Life of King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Youare full of Heavenly ftuffe,and beare the Inventory, 
 
 How eagerly yefollow my Difgraces 
 
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 Your Braine,and every Function of your power, 
 Should,notwithftanding that your buad of duty, 
 As ‘twer in Loves particalar,be more 
 
 To me your Friend,then any. 
 
 . Car. | do proféffe, - 
 
 That for your Highneffe good, T ever labout’d 
 More then mine owne:that am,have,and willbe. 
 (Thoughall the world thould cracke their duty to you, 
 And throw it from their Soule,though perils did 
 Abound, as thicke as thought could make’emjand 
 Appeare in formes more horrid)yet my Duty, 
 As dotha Rocke againft the chiding Flood, 
 Should the approach of this wilde River breake; 
 And ftand unthaken yours. - 
 
 King. Tis Nobly {poketi; ssa 
 Take notice Lords,he ha’s a Loyall breft, 
 For you have feene him open’t. Read o’re this, 
 And after this,and then to Breakfaft with 
 Whatappetite you have. aredicn he 
 Exit King,frowning upon the Cardinall,the N ables 
 throng after bim fmsiling and whifperings 
 Car. What fhouldthismeane? .. 
 
 What fodaine Anger’s thistHow have I reap’d it? 
 He parted Frowning from me,asifRuine 
 Leap’d from his Eyes. So lookes the chated Lydit 
 - Vpon the daring Huncfman that has gall’d hie: 
 
 Then makes him nothing. I muft reade this paper: 
 Tfeare the Story of his Anger.’Tisfo: 
 This paper ha’s undone me: "Tisth’ Accompt 
 
 Of all that world of Wealth I have drawne together . 
 For mine owne ends,(Indeed to gainie the Popedome 
 And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence! 
 Fit for a Foole ta fallby : What crofle Divell 
 Made me pur this maine Secret in the Packet 
 Ifent the King? Isthere noway tocure this?" 
 No new device to beare this from his Braines? 
 Tknow ‘twill ftirre him ftrongly;yet I know 
 A way, ifit take right,in {pight of Fortune’ ©’ 
 Will bring me off againe. What's this? Toth’ Pope? 
 The Letter(as I live) withall the Bufineffe 
 I writ to’s Holinefle. Nay then, farewell: efOh ae 
 1 havetouch’d the higheft point of all my Greatneffe, ‘ 
 And from that full Meridian of my Glory, — 
 
 ’ T hafte now to my Setting, T thal fall 
 
 Like a brightexhalation in the Evening; 
 And no man fee me'more. . 
 Enter to Woolley, the Ditkes of Norfolke and Suffolke; the 
 Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Pemba: 
 Nor. Heare the Kings pleafure Cardinal, 
 
 Who commands you 
 To render up the Great Seale prefently - 
 
 ‘Into our hands,andto. Confine your felfe 
 
 To Ather-houfe,my Lord of Winchelters,” 
 Till you heare further from his Highneffe. 
 
 (ar. Stay: . ‘ 
 
 "Where's your Commiffion?Lords, words cannot carry 
 » Authority fo weighty. 
 
 Suf. Who dare crofle’em, 
 
 Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expreffel Por: 
 
 Car. Till I findemore then will,or words to do it, 
 (I meane your malice) know, Officions Lords, 
 Tdare,and muftdeny it. NowIfeele - 
 Of what courfe Mettle ye are molded, Envy; } 
 
As ifit fed ye, and how, flecke and ,wanton 
 Ye appeare in every thing may bring my ruine? 
 Follow your envious courfes,men of Malice; 
 You have Chriftian warrant for’em,and no doubt 
 In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale 
 You aske with fuch a Violence,the King 
 (Mine,and your Maifter) with his owne hand,gave me: 
 Bad meenjoy ir, withthe Place,and Honors 
 During my life;and toconfirme his Goodneffe, 
 Tide it by. Letters Patents. Now,who'll take it? 
 Sur. The King that gave it. 
 (ar. Ic mutt be himlelfe then. 
 Sar. Thouart a proud Traitor,Pricit. 
 Car. Proud Lord,thou lyeft: 
 Within thefe forty houres,Surrey durft better 
 Have burnt that Tongue,then faide fo. 
 Sar. Thy Ambition 
 (Thou Scarler finne) robb'd this bewailing Land 
 Of Noble Buckingham, my Father in-Law, 
 The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals, 
 (With thee,and all thy beft parts bound together) 
 Weigh’d nota haire of his. Plague of your policy, 
 You {ent me Deputy forlreland, 
 Farre from his {uccour;from the King,from all 
 That might have mercy on the fault,thou gauft him: 
 Whil'ft your great Goodneffe, cut of holy pitty, 
 Abfolvy’d him with an Axe. 
 wol, This,andallelfe 
 This talking. Lord can lay upon my.credit, | . 
 Lanfwer,is moft falfe. The Duke by Law 
 Foundhis deferts. How innocent I was 
 From any- private malicein his end, r 
 His Noble Iury,and foule Caufe can witnefle., 
 If Llov’d many words,Lord,! fhouldtell you, 
 You have as little Honefty as Honor, 
 That in the way of Loyalty,and Truth, 
 Toward the King,my ever Royall Maifter, 
 Dare mate afounder man then Surry canbe, — 
 And allthat love his follies. : 
 Sur. By my Soule, 
 Your long Coat(Prie{t)protects you, 
 Thou fhould’ft, feele 
 My Sword ih life bleed of thee elfe, My Lords, 
 Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance? 
 And from this Fellow? It we live thus tamely, 
 Tobe thus Iaded by a pecce of Scarlet, 
 Farewell Nobility:let his Grace go forward, 
 And dareus with his Cap, like Larkes. 
 Car. All Goodnefle 
 Is poifon to thy Stomacke. 
 Sur. Yes,that goodnefle 
 Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one, ; 
 Into your owne hands(Card’nall)by Extortion: 
 The goodneffe of your intercepted Packets | « 
 You writto'th Pope,againft the King:your goodneffe.. 
 Since you provoke me, fhall be moft notorious. 
 My Lord of Norfolke;as you are truly Noble, 
 Asyourefpect the common good,the State 
 Of our defpis’d Nobility our Iflues,. 
 » (Whoif helive,will fcarfe be Gentlemen) 
 Produce the grand fumme of his finnes,the Articles 
 Collected from his life. Ile ftartle you ut 
 - Worfethen the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench » 
 Lay kiffing in your Armes,Lord Cardinall, 
 
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 a5 
 
 But that I am bound in Charity againft ic, 
 
 aan The Lifeof King Henry the€ight. 
 
 Car. How much me thinkes, I could defpife this man, 
 
 Nor. Thofe Articlessmy Lord,arein the Kingshand:: 
 But thus much,they are foule ones. “thaw 
 wel. So much fairer 
 And {potleffe,fhall mine Innocence arife, Y silt 
 When the King knowes my Truth. : 
 Sur. This cannot fay eyou: 
 i thanke my Memory, 1 yet remember 
 | Some of thefe Articles,and out they fhall. RK, 
 Now, if you can bluth,and ery guilty Cardinall, 
 You'l fhewa little Honetty. ees a . 
 Wol. Speake on Sir, {ha 
 I dare your worft Objections:If 1 blufh, ; 
 It is to fee a Nobleman want manners. he 
 Sur. 1 had rather want tho‘e,then my heads of oe 
 Have at you. 
 Firft,chat without the Kings affent or knowledge, 
 You wrought to bea Legate,by which power 
 You maim’d the Iuri(diGtion of all Bifhops., | fh 
 Ner. Then, That in all you writto Rome,or elfe ff 
 To Forraigne Princes,Ego & Rex mens, {t 
 Was ftill inferib’d:in which you brought the King 1) 
 
 Yo be your Servant. . } 
 Suf. Then,that without the knowledge 
 Either of King or Councell,when you went 
 Ambaffador to the Emperor,you madebold 
 
 To carry into Flanders,the Great Seale. 
 Sur, Item, You fent a large Commiffion 
 To Gregory de Caffado,to conciude Sire 
 Without the Kings will,or the States allowance, 
 A League betweene hie Highnefle,and Ferraras 
 Suf. That out of meere Ambition,yeu have cans'd 
 Your holy-Hat to be ftampt onthe Kings Coine. 
 Sar. Then, that you have fent innumerable fubftance, 
 (by what meanes got, I leave to your owne confcien 
 To furnith Romeandto prepare the wayes ee 
 You have for Digniries, to the meere undooing 
 Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are, 
 . Which fince they are of you,and odious, 4 
 T will not taint my: mouth with. a 
 Cham. © wy Lord, 
 Preffe not a falling man too farres'tis Vertue: 
 His faults lye open to the Lawes,let them : ia 
 (Not you)correct him. My heart weepes to fee him ¥ 
 So little,of his great Selfe. i od : 
 Sar. 1 forgive him. 2. haa | 
 Suf, Lord Cardinail,the Kings further pleafiure is, 
 Becaufe all chofe things you havedone of late 
 By your power Legantive within this Kingdome, 
 Fall into’th’ compafle of a Premunire; 
 That therefore fuch.a Writ be {ned againft you, 
 To forfeit all your Goods,Lands,Tenements, 
 Caftles,and whatfoever,and tobe a) | 
 Out of the Kings protection. Thisismy Charge, 9 | 
 Nor. Aad fo wee'llcave you to your Meditations =| 
 How tolive better. For your ftubborne anfwer 
 Abount the giuingbacke the GreatSealetomsy § | 
 The King fhall know it,an¢(no doubt)fhallthanke you eS 
 So fare you well,my little good Lord Cardinal) | 
 Exeunt al but Wolfe 
 Wal. So farewell,to the little good youbeareme |” 
 Farewell2A long farewell to all my Greatneffes 
 Thisis the ftate of Man,today he puts forth 
 The tender Leaves of hopes;to morrow Bloffomes; 
 And beares his bluthing Honorsthicke upon him+ 
 The third day;comes a Froft;a killing Froft, 
 And when hethinkes,good eafie man,fullfurely 
 
wad 
 
 is Greatneffe is.a ripening nippes his roote, 
 And then he falsasIdo:Lhaveventur’d 
 Like little wanton Boyes that {wim on bladders: 
 
 ish This many Saaimers ina Sea of Glory, 
 
 But farre beyond my depth:my high-blowne Pride 
 
 At length broke under me,and now ha’s left me 
 Weary,and oJd with Service,tothe mercy 
 Of arude ftreame,that muft forever hide me. 
 
 - Vaine pompe,and glory of this World,I hate ye, 
 
 I feele my heart new open’d.Oh how wretchied 
 
 Is that poore man,that hangs on Princes favours? 
 There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, 
 That {weet Afpect of Princes, and their ruines 
 
 More pangs,and feares then warres,or women have; 
 And when he falles,he falles like Lucifer, 
 
 | Never to hope againe. 
 
 Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaxeds 
 
 | Why how now (rommell? 
 
 Crom.1 have no power to {peake Sir.| 
 
 Car. W hat,amaz’d 
 Army misfortunes?Can the Spirit wonder 
 A great man fliould declines Nay,and you weep 
 
 a Tam falne indeed. 
 
 Crom. How does your Grace. 
 Card. Why well: 
 Never fo truly happy,my good Cromswell, 
 I know my felfe now, and I feele within me, 
 
 _| A peace above all earthly Dignities, 
 A {tiiljand quiet Confeience. The King ha’s cur’d me; 
 | I humbly thanke his Gracezand from thefe fhoulders 
 
 Thefe ruin’d Pillet,out of pitty, taken 
 A loade, would finke a Navy.(too much Honor.) 
 
 | O'tisa burden Cromwell, ’tis a burden 
 Too heavy for a man,that hopes for Heaven, 
 
 Cros. 1 am glad your Grace, 
 
 | Ha’s made that right nfe of it. 
 
 Card. 1 hope I haves 
 Tam able now(me thinkes) 
 (Out of a Fortitude of Soule, fecle) 
 
 _} To endure more Miferies,and greater farre 
 
 Then my Weake-hearted Enemies,dare offer: 
 W hat Newes abroad? 
 Crom, The heavieltjand the worft,: 
 Is your difpieafure with the King. 
 Card. God bleffe him. ; 
 (vom. The next is,that Sir Thomas Moore is chofer 
 Lord Chancellor, in your place. 
 (ard. That’ s fomewhat fodain. 
 But he’s a Learned mans May he continue 
 Long in bis Highnefle favour,and do Iuttice 
 
 » For Truths-fake,and his Confcience; that his bones; 
 When he ha’s run his courfe,and fleepes in Bleffings,’ 
 
 May havea Fombe of Orphantsteares wept on him. 
 What more? 
 
 Crom. That ( ranmer is return'd with welcome; 
 Inftall’d Lord Arch-bythop of Canterbury. 
 
 . Card. Thar’s Newes indeed. 
 
 Crom, Laft,that the Lady Anne, 
 
 ) Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, 
 
 | This day was view'd in open,as his Queene, 
 
 _| Going to Chappell:and the voice is now 
 
 | Onely about her Corronation. 
 
 (4rd. There was the waight that pull’d me downies 
 | O Cronavell, | 
 
 | TheKingha’s gonebeyond me: All my Glories 
 
 | Inthat oné woman, I have loft for ever. 
 
 The Lif of King aa the Eight. ye ‘ 
 
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 No Sua, thall everuther forth mine Honors, 
 
 Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted! 
 Vpon my {miles. Go get thee from me (‘Yomwel, © 
 Tam a poore falee man,unworthy now * 
 
 Tobethy Lord,and Maifter. Seeke the King 
 
 (That Sun,I pray may never fet) [ have told him; 
 What,and how true thouwart;he will advance thee: 
 Some lictle memory of me, will flirre him 
 
 } (know his Noble Nature)not to let 
 
 Thy hopefull fervice perith too. Good Cromwell 
 Neglect him nor;make ufe now ,and prouide 
 For thineowne fature fafety. 
 Crom. O my Lord, 
 
 Muft [ then leave you?Muft I needes forgo 
 So good, fo Noble,and fo true a Maifter? 
 Beare witnefie, all that have not hearts of Iron, 
 With what aforrow Cromwel leaves hig Lord. 
 The King fhall have my fervice;but my prayers 
 For ever,and for ever thall be yours. 
 
 Card. Cromwel, , Udid not thinke to thed a teare 
 Inall my Miferies:But thou haft-forc’d me 
 (Out of thy honeft truth)to play the Woman. 
 Let’s dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me (romwel, 
 And when Iam forgotten, as I thallbe, 
 And fleepe in dull cold Marble, whereno mention 
 Of me,more muft be heard oft Say I taught thee; 
 Say Woljey,that once trod the wayes of Glory, 
 And founded all the Depths,and Shoales of Honor; 
 Found thee a way(out of his wracke)to rife in: 
 A fure,and fafe one,though thy Maifter mift it. 
 Marke but my Fall,and that that Ruin‘d me: 
 Cromwel, I charge thee,fling away Ambition, 
 By that finne fell the Angelsshow canmanthen 
 (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it? 
 Love thy felfe laft,cherifh thofe hearts that hate thee: 
 Corruption wins not more then Honefty, HA s 
 Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace 
 To filenée envious Tongues. Be juft,and feare not: 
 Leta'Ithe endsthou aym’ft at,be thy Countries, 
 Thy Gods,asd Truths, Then if thou fall’ft (O Cromsve//) 
 Thou fall’{t a blefled Martyr. 
 Serve the KingsAnd prythee leade me in: 
 Theretake an Inventory of all I have, 
 To the laft peny, ’tis the Kings. My Robe, 
 And my Integrity to Heaven,isall, - 
 I darenow call mineowne. O Cromwel,Cromwmél 
 Had I but ferv'd my God, with halfethe Zeale 
 I ferv’d my King:he would not in mine Age 
 Have left me naked to mine Enemies, 
 
 Crom.Good Sir, have patience. 
 
 Card. So! have. Farewell 
 The Hopes of Court,my Hopes in Heavendo dwell. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 ne me ce 
 
 Atlus Quartus. Scena Prima, 
 
 — eee 
 
 Enter tro Gentlemen, meeting one another, 
 
 ‘¥ Y’are well met once againe. 
 2 Soare you. hhc 
 E Youcome totake your ftand heere,and behold. 
 The Lady Anne,pafle from her Corronation. 
 
 3 2°Tis’| 
 
224. 
 
 2’ Tisall my bufineffe. At our laft encounter, 
 The Duke of Buckingham came from bis Trial. 
 
 1 Tis very true. But that time ofter’dforrow; 
 This generall joy. 
 
 2 ’Tis well: The Citizens 
 Iam fare have fhewne at fulltheir Royall minds, 
 As lete’m have their rights,they are ever forward 
 In Celebration of thisday with Shewes, 
 Pageants,and Sights of Honor- 
 
 1 Never greater, 
 Nor Ile affureyon better taken Sir. 
 
 2 May I be bold toaske what that containes, 
 That Paper in your hands. 
 
 1 Yes, ’tis the Lift 
 Of thofe that claime their Ortices thisday, 
 By cuftome of the Coronation. 
 The Duke of Suffolke is the firft,and claimes 
 To be high Steward;Next the Duke of Norfolke, 
 He to be Earle Marfhall:you may reade the rett. 
 
 | I fhould have beene beholding to your Paper: 
 But I befecch you,what's become of Katherine 
 The Princeffe Dowager? How goes her bufineffe? 
 1 That I can tell you too. The Archibifhop 
 Of Canterbury, accompanied with other 
 Learned,aud Reverend Fathers of his Order, 
 Held alate Courtat Dunftable;fixe miles off 
 From Ampthill, where the Princeffe lay,to which 
 She was often cyted by them,but appear’d not: 
 And tobe fhort,for not Appearance,and 
 The Kings late Sctuple,by the maine affent 
 Ofall thefe Learned men, fhe was divorc’d, 
 And the late Marriage made of none effect: 
 Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kymmalton, 
 Where the remaines now ficke: 
 3 Alas good Lady. 
 The Trumpets found:Stand clofe, 
 The Queene is comming. 
 
 The Lifeof King Henry the Eight. 
 
 a A Royall Traine beleeve me:ThefeIknow: . | 4 
 
 1 I thanke you Sir:Had Inot knowne thofe cuftomes, 
 
 H a-boyes. 
 
 1 A lively Flourith of Trumpets. 
 2 Then two ludges. 
 3 Lord Chancelor,with Purfe and Mace before him. 
 
 4 Quirrifters fnging. 
 
 Crowne. 
 Earles Coronet, Collars of &ffes. 
 aCorsnet on bis bead. ( ollars of Effes. 
 
 andW inchefter. 
 wrought with Flowers bearing the Queenes Traine. 
 Gold, without Flowers. 
 
 then, Ad great Flowrifh of Trumpets. 
 
 ’ “The Order ofthe Coronation, 
 
 Maficke 
 5 Maiorof London, bearing th: Adace. Then Garter , is 
 his Coate of Armes , and on his head be wore a Gitt {opper 
 
 6 Marqueffe Dorfer , bearing a Scepter of Gold,ow his head, 
 aDemy Coronall of Gold. With hum, the. Earle of Surrey 
 bearing the Rodof Stlver withthe Dove, Crowned with an 
 
 7 Duke of Suffolke, én his Robe of Effate bis Coronet on bis 
 head,bearing 4 long white Wand , as High Steward. with 
 him the Duke of Norfolke, ith the Ked of Marfhalfhip, 
 
 g .A Canopy, borne by foure of | the Cinque-Ports > ander it |. 
 the Queene in her Robe,in her baire , richly adorned with 
 Pearle,(rowned. Oneach fide ber.the Bsfoops of London 
 
 | 9 The Old Datcheffe of Norfolke, ina (renal of Gold, 
 
 10 Certaine Ladies or Countefles, with plain Circlets of 
 
 Excunt, firft paffing over the Stage in Order and State s 
 
 Who’s that that beares the Scepter? 
 1 Marqueffe Dorfet, 
 And that the Earle of Surrey, with the Rod. 
 2 A bold brave Gentleman. That fhould be 
 The Duke of Suffolke. 
 1 ’Tis the famezhigh Steward. 
 2 And that my Lord of Norfolke? 
 I Yes. Side 
 2 Heaven blefle thee, 
 Thou haft the fweeteft face I ever look’d on. 
 Sir,as | havea Soule, fhe is an Angell; e- 
 Our King ha’s all the Indiesin his Armes, 
 
 And more,and richer, when he ftraines that Lady, rok , 4 
 
 I cannot blame his Conf{cience, 
 1 They that beare 
 The Cloath of Honor over her,are foure Barons 
 Of the Cinque-Ports. 
 2 Thofe men are happys - 
 And fo arc all,are neere her. 
 I takeit,fhe that carries up the Traine, 
 Is that old Noble Lady,Dutcheffe of Norfolke. 
 1 Itis,and all the reft are Counteffes- 
 2 Theit Coronets fay fo. Thefe are Starres indeed, 
 And fometimes falling ones. 
 2 Nomore of that, 
 Enter athird Gentleman. 
 
 1 God fave you Sir. Where have youbin broiling? be 
 3 Among the crow’di’th’ Abbey,where afinger | 
 
 Could not ke wedg’d in more:I am ftified 
 With the meere ranknefle of their joy- 
 2 Youfaw the Ceremony? 
 3 ThatI did. 
 1 How wasit? 
 3 Well worth the feeing. 
 2 Good Sir,fpeake it to. us? 
 As well as 1 am able.The rich ftreame 
 Of Lords,and Ladies,having brought the Queene 
 To a preper'd place in the Quire, fell off 
 A diftance from her;while her Gracefate downe 
 To reft a while,fome halfean houre,or {05 
 Inarich Chaire of State,oppofing freely 
 The Beauty of her Pet fon tothe People. 
 Belceve me Sir, fhe is the geodlieft Woman 
 That ever lay by man: which when the people 
 Had the full view of,fucha noyfe arofe, 
 As the fhrowdes make at Sea, in a ftiffe Tempeft, 
 As lowd, and toas many Tunes. Hats,Cloakes, 
 (Doublets,I thinke)flew up,and had their Faces 
 Bin leofe,this day they had beene loft. Such joy 
 I never faw before. Great belly’d women, 
 That had not halfe a weeke to go,like Rammes 
 In-the old time of Warre, would fhake the preafe 
 And make’em reele before’em. No man living 
 Could fay this is my wife there, all were woven 
 So f{trangely in one peece. 
 2 But what follow’d? 
 3 Atlength,her Grace rofe,and with modeft paces 
 Cameto the Altar,where*fhe kneel’d,and Saintelike 
 Caft her faire eyes to Heaven,and pray’d devoutly» 
 Then rofe againe,and bow’d her to the peoples 
 When by the Arch-byfhop of Canterbury, 
 She had all the Royall makings ofa Queene; j 
 As holy Oyle, Edward Confeffors Crowne, 
 The Rod, and Bird of Peace,andallfach Emblemes 
 Laid Nobly on her:which perform'd,the Quire - 
 
T he Lifeof K ing Henry the Eight. 225 
 
 % | With all the choyfeft Muficke of the Kingdomey | Lodg’d in the Abbey;where the,reverend Abbot. - 
 | Together-fung'T¢ Dewm. So the parted, With all his Covent,honorably receiv’d him; 
 And withthe {amefull State pac’d backe againe To whom he gave thefe words, O Father Abbot; 
 | | To Yorke-Place,where the Featt is held. An old man,broken withthe ftormes of State, 
 he 1 Sir. . Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: 
 You mutt nomore callie Yorke-place,that’s palt: Give him a little earth for Charity. 
 For fiace the Cardinail fell,chat Titles lot, So went to bed;wherecagerly. his fickneffe 
 ’Tis now the Kings, and ¢all’d W hite-Hall. Purfy'd him ftill,andithree nights afterthis, . .. 
 3 | know it: : Aboutthe-houre of eightywhich-he hinfelfe... .... 
 | But’tisfo lately alter’dythat the old name « Foretold should be his-laft,full Repentance, ’ 
 7 Js frefhabontme. — Continuall. Meditations, feares,and Sorrowess. ... 
 
 2 Whattwo Reverend enti 
 
 } Were thofe that went on each fide of the Queene?’ 
 
 © Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchefter, 
 Newly preferr’ d from the: Kings Secretary: 
 The other London. 
 2 Heof Wincefter 
 Is held no great good lover-of the Archbifhop,. 
 The vertuous {ranmer. 
 
 3 Alithe Land knowes thats Ae: 
 How ever,yet there isno great breach,when it comes 
 Cranwer will finde aFriend will not fhrinke from him. 
 
 2. Who may that be,I pray you. 
 3 Thomas Cromwell, 
 
 | A manin much efteeme with th’King,and truly 
 | Aworthy Friend. The King ha’s made him 
 | Maiftero’rh’lewell Houfe, 
 
 _ | And onc already of the Privy Councel!. 
 
 2 He willdeferve more. 
 3 Yes without all doubt. 
 
 _ | Come Gentlemen ye thali go my way, ; 
 | Which is to’th Court.and there ye fhall be my Guelts: 
 
 Something ! can command. As I walke thither, 
 
 | Ile tell ye more. 
 
 Both. You may command usSir. Exeant. 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Wo SS ee 
 
 Enter Katherine Dowager, ficke,lead betweenz Griffith, 
 her Gentleman Viber ana Patience 
 her Womans 
 
 Grift. How do's your Grace? 
 Kath.O Griffith, ficke to death: 
 My Legges itke loaded Branches bow to’th’ Earth, 
 
 | Willing to leave their burthen: Reach aChaire, 
 
 So now(me thinkes)I fecle a little cafe: 
 
 | Did‘ftthou not tell me Griffith,as thou lead’ ft me, 
 | That the great Childe of Honor, Card wall ol/ey- 
 Wasdead? 
 
 Grif. Yes Madam:but Irhinke your Grace 
 
 Out of the paine yourfuffer’d, gave no eare too’t. 
 
 Kath. Pre’thee _ Griffch,telbme how he dy’de. 
 If well,he ftept before me happily 
 
 | For my exemple. 
 
 Grif. Weil,the voice goes Madam, 
 | For after the ftout Earle Northumberland 
 _Arrefted him at Yorke,and brought bim forward 
 Asa man forely tainted,to his Anfwer, : 
 He fell ficke fodainly, and grew foill 
 He could not{it his Mele. 
 Kath. Alas poore man. ; 
 Grif. Atlaft,with eafie Rodes he came to Leicefter, 
 
 He give his Honors tothe.world.agen, sats 
 His blefled. part to Heaven,and fleptin peace. 
 
 Kath, Somay hereft,., das vs 
 His faults lye on him), .. 
 Yet thus farre Griffith,give me leayeto 
 And yet with Charity. He was,a man 
 Of an unbounded itomacke, ever.ranking ‘ 
 Himfelfe with Princes. One.that.byfuggeftion.... 
 Ty'de allthe Kingdome-Symony,.was faire play, 
 His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th’prefence — 
 He would fay untruths,and be ever double 
 Both in his words,and meaning. He wasnever 
 (But where he meant ro Ruine)pittifull. 
 His Promifes,were as he then was,Mighty : 
 Bat his performdnce,as he is gg he 
 Of his owne body he wasill,and gave 
 The Ciergy ill example. 
 
 Grif. Noble Madam: 
 Mens evill manners; live in Brafle,their Vertues 
 We write in Water: May it pleafe your Highneffe 
 
 " To heare me {peake his good now? 
 
 Kath: Yes good Griffith, 
 
 I were malicious elie. 
 foT his Cardinallecs , 
 
 Though from an humble Stocke,undoubtedly... . 
 Was fafhion’d to much Honor, From bis Gradle: 
 He wasa Sclidiler,and aripe,and.good one: 
 Exceeding wift,fatre fpoken,an¢ perfwading: 
 Lotty,and fowre to them that lov'd him not: 
 
 But to thefe mentharfonght him, fweet as Summer. 
 
 And though he werenntatisfied in getting, 
 
 (Which was finne yet in beftowing, Madam, 
 
 He was moift Princely:Ever witnefle for him 
 
 Thofe twinnes of Learning,that he rais’d in you, 
 
 Ip{wich and Oxfordsone of which,fell with him, 
 
 Vuivilling to out-live the good that did it. 
 
 The other(though unfinith d)yer fe Famous, 
 
 So excellent in Art,and {till fo rifing, 
 
 That Chriftendome thall ever {peake his Vertue. 
 
 His Overthrow, heap'd Happinefle upon him: 
 
 For then,and not till then, he felt himfelfe, 
 
 And found the Bgeflediefle of being little, 
 
 And toadde greater Honors to his Age 
 
 Then man could give him;he dy’de,fearing Gods 
 Kath. Afcet my death,t with no otier Heralds: 
 
 No other fpeakerofimy living Actions, 
 
 | To keepe mine;Honor;from Corraption, 
 
 But fuchan honeft Chronicler as Griffith. 
 Whom I moft hated Living,thou haft made me 
 With thy Religious Trath,and Modefty, ‘ 
 (Now in his Athes Honor:Pcace be with him. 
 Patience,be teere me ftill,and fet me lowers 
 I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith, 
 Canfe the Mufitians play me that fad note. 
 I nam’d my Kneli;whil ft 1 fie meditating. 
 
 y 3 
 
 fpeake him, 
 
226 
 
 On that Cceleftiall Harmony Igo too. 
 
 Sad and folemne (Mu ficke. 
 Grif. She is afleepe: Good wetich, let’s fit down quiet, 
 For feare we wake her. Softly gentle Parience. 
 
 : The Vafion. 
 
 Enter [olenonely tripping one afteranother , fixe Perfonages 
 clad in whste Robes , wearing on thew heades Garlands of 
 Bayes,and golden Vizards on thesr faces, branches of Bayes 
 or Palme sa their hands. Tey firft Conge natober , then 
 Dance:and at certaine (langes ; the firft rwe hold afpare 
 Garland over her Head , at which the other foure make re- 
 verend Crertfies. Then the two thas held the Garland , dels- 
 wer the fame to the erber next two, whoobferue t¢ fame or- 
 derin their Chargesyand belding the Garland over ber bead. 
 Which done,they deliver the fame Garland tothe laft two: 
 who lhewife obferve the fame Order. Arwhich as i were 
 by in[piv ation) lhe makes(in her fleepe)fignes of vejoycing ,& 
 
 holderh up ber hanasto heaven. And {o , sn their Danceng 
 vanifh 4 carrying the Garland with them. The Muficke con- 
 
 LinWeSe 
 
 Kath. Spirits of peace, whereare ye?Are ye all gone? 
 
 And leave me heere in wretchednetle, behinde yc? 
 Grif. Madam, we ar€ heere. 
 Kath, It isnot youl call for, 
 Saw ye none enter fince I flept? 
 Grif. None,Madam. ; . 
 Kath, No?Saw you not even now a bleffed Troope 
 Invite me toa Banquet,whofe bright faces | 
 Cafta thonfand beames upon me,nke the Sun?‘ 
 They promis’d me eternall Happinefie, aon 
 And brought me Garlands(Grsffith which I fecle 
 I am not worthy yet to weare:f fhali aflurecly. 
 Grif. Tam moft joyfull Madam,fuch good dreames 
 Potiefle your Fancy. 
 Kath. Bid the Maficke leave, 
 They are harfh and heavy to me. 
 Pati. Do you note 
 How much her Graceisalter’d on the fodaine? 
 How long her face 1s drawne?How pale the lookes, 
 And ofan earthy coid?Marke her eyes? 
 Grif. She is going Wench. Pray, pray- 
 Pat. Heaven comfort her. 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 CMe. And’tlike your Grace ene 
 Kat. Youarea fawcy Fellow, 
 Deferve we no more Reverence? 
 Grif. Youare too blame, Pore 
 Knowing the willnot loofe her wonted Greatneffe 
 -Tonfe fo rude behaujour. Go to, kneele. 
 M4ef.\ humbly do entreat your Highnefle pardon, 
 My haft made-me unmannerly. There is ftaying 
 A Gentleman fent from the King,to fee you. 
 
 Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith, Buc this Fellow 
 Exn Meffeng. 
 
 Let me ne’re {ee againe. 
 . Enter Lord Capuchins. 
 
 If my fight faile not, ; 
 
 You (hould be Lord Ambaffador from the Emperor, 
 
 My Royall Nephew,and your name Capuchsus, 
 
 Cap. Madam the fame. Y otic Servant. 
 _ Kath.O my Lord, 
 
 The Times and Titles now are alter'd ftrangely 
 
 With me,fince firft you knew me, 
 
 ButI prayyou, :.  <_. 
 
 What is your pleafare with me? 
 
 Muficke ceafes. 
 
 | 
 
 The Life of K ing Henry the Eight. 
 
 (ap. Noble Lady, . 
 Firft mine owne fervice to your Grace,the next 
 The Kings requeft,thatI would vifityon, Th 
 Who greeves much for your weaknefle,and byme | 
 Sends you his Princely Commendations, 
 And heartily entreats you take good comfort, i 
 Kath.O my good Lord,that comfort comestoolate, | 
 Tis like a Pardon after Execution; “eit 
 That gentle Phyficke given in time,had curd me: 
 But now I am paft all Comforts heere, but Prayers. 
 How does his Highneffe? 
 Cap. Madam, in good health. 
 
 Kath. So may he ever do,and ever flourith, ie 
 When I fhall dwell with Wormes,and my poorename | 
 Banifl’'d the Kingdome. Patéence,isthat Letter | 
 I caus’d you write,yet fent away? ees 
 
 roe No Madam. 
 
 Kath. Sir,l moft humbly pray you to deliver 
 This tomy Lord the King. wily 
 
 - Cap. Moft willingly Madam. te, ie 
 
 Kath. \n which I have commended to his goodnefle | 
 The Modell of our chafte loves:his yong daughter, | 
 The dewes of Heaven fall thicke in Bleflingsonher, | 
 Befecching him togive her vertuous breeding, 
 
 She is yong, and of a Noble modeft Nature, 
 T hope fhe will deferve welljand a little . me 
 To love her for her Mothers fakesthatlov’dhim: | 
 Heaven knowes how deerely- Roe 
 My next poore Petition 
 Is,that his Noble Grace would have fome pittie 
 Vpon my wretched women,that folong _ 
 Have follow’d both my Fortunes, faithfully, 
 Of which there is not one,I dare avow . 
 (And now I fhould not lye )but will deferve 
 For Vertue,and true Beauty of the Soule, 
 For honefty and decent Carriage Gate 
 A right good Husband(let him bea Noble) 
 And fure thofe men are happy that fhall have'em. 
 The laft is for my men,they are the pooreft, 
 (But poverty could never draw’em from me) 
 That they may have their wages,duly paid’em, 
 And fomething over to remember me by- eet; 
 If Heaven had pleas’d to have given melongerlife 
 And able meanes,we had not parted thus. on 
 Thefe are the whole Contents,and good my Lord, 
 By that you love the deereft in this world, 
 A’s you with Chriftian peace to foules departed, 
 Stand thefe poore peoples Friend,and urge the King 
 To do me this laft right. 
 
 Cap. By Heaven I will. 
 Or let me loofe the fafhion of a man. 
 
 Kath. Ithanke you honeft Lord. Rememberme _ 
 Tn all humility unto his Highneffe: : ’ 
 Say his long trouble now is paffing 
 
 ' Out of this world. Tell him in death Ibleft him - 
 
 (For fo I will)mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell - 
 
 My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience, Paes 
 You mutt not leave me yer. I muft to bed, che 
 Call in more women. W hen Iam dead,'good Wench, 
 Let me be us’d with Honor;ftrew me over a eee 
 With Maiden Flowers,that all the world may know | 
 I wasa chafte Wife,to my Grave:Embalme me, Bt Biss 
 Then lay me forth(although unqueen’d)yet like 
 A Queene,and Daughter to a King enterre mee 
 
 Icanno more. . 
 Exeunt leading Kasherine. 
 
‘Sleepe in their Graves. 
 
 And Princely Care, fore-fecing thiofe tell Mifchiefes,' 
 
 The Life of K ing Henry the Eight. 
 
 227 
 
 Atlus Quintus Scena Prima, 
 
 Enter G ardiner Bifhop of Winchefter, a Page with a Torch 
 before bim,met by Sin Thomas Lovell. 
 
 Gard. It’s one aclocke Boy,is’t not. 
 
 Boy. It hath (trooke. ; 
 
 Gard. Thele fhould be houresfor neceffities; 
 Not for delights:Times to repayre our, Nature » 
 With comforting repofe,and not for us 
 Towatltethefe times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas: 
 Whether fo late? : 
 
 Lev. Came you from the King,my Lord? 
 
 Gar. i did Sir Fbomas,and lett him at Primero 
 With the Dukeof Suffolke. 
 
 Lev.I muftrohimtoo 
 Before he go to bed. Ie take my leave. 
 
 Gay. Not yet Sir Thomas Lovell:what’s the matter? 
 It feemesyou are m haftsand if there be 
 No great offence belongs tou’c,give your Friend 
 Some touch of your late bufinefle: Affaires that walke 
 (As they fay Spirits do)at midnight,have 
 In them a wilder Nature,theu the bufinefle 
 That feekesdifpatch by day. 
 
 Lou. My Lord, I love yous 
 And durft commend fecret to your eare 
 Much waightier then this worke. The Queensin Labor 
 They fay in great Extremity ,and fear’d 
 Shee’l with the Labour.end. 
 
 Gar. The fruite fhe goe with 
 I pray for heartily, that it may finde . 
 Good time,and live:but for the Stocke Sir Thomas, 
 I with it grubb’d up now. 
 
 Lov. Me thinkes I could RC 
 Crythe Amen;and yet my Confciencé {ayes 
 Shee’s a good Creature;and fweet-Lady do’s 
 Deferve our better wifhes. 
 
 ar. But Sir,Sir. 
 
 Heare me Sir Thomas, y’area Gentleman 
 Of mine owne way. I know you Wife,Religious; 
 And let me tell you, it will ne'ré be well, 
 Twill not Sir Thomas Lovell,tak’t of me, 
 Till Cranm:r ( vomwell er two hands,and fhee 
 
 Lov. Now Sir, you {peaké of two : $3 
 The moft remark’d ith’Kingdome:as for Crore/, 
 Befide that of the fewell-Houfe,is made Maifter 
 O’th’Rolles,and the Kings Secretary-Further Sir, 
 Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments, x} 
 Withwhich the Lime will loade him. Th’Archbyfhop 
 Isthe Kings hand,and tongue, and who dare {peake 
 One fyllable againft him? 
 
 - Gar. Yes,yesSir Thomas, . 
 There are that Dare,and I my felfe have ventur’d- 
 To {peake my minde of hith:and indeed this day 
 Sir({ may tellit you)I thinkeI have . 
 
 Incenft the Lords o’th’Councell,that he is - 
 
 (For fo I know he is,they know he is) 
 
 Amoft Arch-Heretique,aPeftilence 
 
 That does infect the Land: with which,they moved 
 Have broken with the King,who hath fo farre 
 Given earé to our Complaint, of his great Grace.. 
 
 7 
 
 Our Reafons layd before him,hath commanded 
 Tomorrow Morning to the Councell Boord 
 He be convented. He's arauke weed Sir Tborsas, 
 And we muft root him out. From your Affaires 
 I hinder you too long:Good niglit,Sir Thomas. 
 Exit Gardiner and Page. 
 Lov. Many good nights,my Lord, I reft your fervant. 
 Enter King and fuffolke. 
 King. Charles, twill play no more to night, 
 My mindes not on’t,youare too hard for mes 
 Swf. Sir, I did never win of youbefore. 
 King. But litle Charles, 
 Nor thall not when my Fancies on my play. 
 Now Love/,fiom the Queene what is the Newes, 
 Lov. could not perionally deliver to her 
 W hat you commanded me,but by her woman, 
 I fent your Meflage,whoreturn’d her thankes 
 In the great’ft humblenefle,and defir'd your Highnefle 
 Mott hartily to pray for her. 
 King. What fay tt thou?Ha? | 
 To pray for her? W hat,is the crying out? - 
 Lev. So faid her woman.and that her fuffrance made 
 Almoft each pang,a death. 
 King. Alas good Lady. 
 Suf. God fately quit her ofher Burthen,and 
 With gentle Travaile,to the gladding of 
 Your Higneffe with an Heire. 
 Kong. Tis midnight Charles, 
 Prythee to bed,and in thy Prayers remember 
 Threftate of my poore Queene. Leave me alone, 
 For I muftthinke of that, which company 
 Would not be friendly ro. 
 _ S#f.1 with your Higneffe 
 A quiet night,and my good Mittris will 
 Remember in my Prayers. 
 King. Charles good night. 
 Well Sir, what followes? ; 
 ; Enter Sir eAnthony Denny, 
 ‘Den. Sir} haue brought my Lord the Arch-bythop, 
 Asyou commanded are.: 
 Kin. Ha?Canterbury? 
 Dan. I my good Lord 
 Km. Tis ttuczwhere is he Denny? ; 
 ‘Den. He attends your Highneffe pleafuré. 
 
 Exit Juffolke. 
 
 Kin. Bring him to Vs, 
 . Len. This is about that, which the Byfhop fpake. 
 Tam happily come hither. ere Sina 
 ay le Lenny. 
 _. Ksng. Avoid the Gallery. Lovelfiemeth ; 
 HarI have faid. Be gone. a: ne 
 Exeunt Levelland Denny. 
 
 : Crén.T am fearefuil: Wherefore frownes he thus? 
 
 Tis his Afpeét of Terror. All's noc well. 
 
 Kin. How now my Lord? 
 You do defire to know wherefore 
 Ifentfor you. 
 
 Cran\tismydaty’ 2) 
 T’attend your Highneffe pleafures 
 
 Km, Pray you arife jie ; 
 My good andjgracious Lord of Canterbury: 
 Come, you and I muft walke aturne together: 
 Ihave Newes to tellyou. . 
 Come,come,giveme your hand... 
 Ah my good Lord, I greeve at what I {peake, 
 And am right forry to repeat what followes. 
 Ihave, andmoft unwillingly of late 
 
The Life of King Henry the ight. 
 
 Heard many greevous.Idofay my Lord 
 Greevous complaints of y ou;which being confider'd, 
 Have mov’d Vs.and our Councell,that you fhall 
 This Morning come betore us,where I know 
 You cannot with fuch freedome purge your felfe, 
 Boe that till further Triall,in thofe Charges 
 Which will require your Anfwer,you muft take 
 Your patience to you,and be weil contented 
 Tomake your houfe our Towresyou,a Brother of us 
 It fits we thus procced,or elfe no, witneffe 
 Would come againit you. 
 (van.\ humbly thanke your Highnefle, 
 And am right glad to.catch this good occafion 
 Moft throughly.to be winnowed,where.my Chafte 
 And Corne fhail flye afurnders For I know 
 ‘There’s none ftandsuider.more calumnious tongues, 
 Then I my felfe,pocre man- 
 Kin. Stand up,good Canterbury, 
 Thy Truth,and thy Integrity is rooted 
 Inusthy Friend. Give me thy hand,ftand up, 
 Prythee let’s walkes Now by my Holydame, 
 What manner of maa are you? My Lord,1 look’ d 
 You would have given me your Petition,that 
 I fhould have tanc fome paines, to bring together 
 Your (elfe,and your Accufers, and to have heard you 
 | Without indurance further. 
 { Cran. Moltdread Liege, 
 | The good I ftandon,ismy. Truth and Honefty: 
 4} If they fhallfaile,1 with mine Enemies 
 | wiiltriumpho're my perfon, which! waigh not, ) 
 | Being of thofe Vertues vacant.l feare nothing . «| 
 What can be faid againft me- 
 Kin. Know younot | 
 How your ftate ftands ?th’world with the whole world? 
 Your Enemies are many, and not {naall;their practifes 
 ' Mut beare thy fame proportion,and not ever 
 The luftice and the Truth oth queftion carries 
 The dew o’th’ Verdict with it;at what eafe 
 Might corrupt miudes pro cure,Knaves as corrupt 
 To fweare againft you:Such things have bere done. 
 Youare Potently oppos’d,and witha Malice “ 
 Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke, 
 _| Imeane in per iur’d Witnefle,then your Maifler, 
 “Whole Minifter you are,whiles heere he liv'd 
 Vpon thisnaughty EartheGoto,go toy 
 You take Precipice for no leape of dangers, 
 Ane wooe your owne deftruction. 
 Cran. God,and your Majelty 
 Protect mine innocence, or I fall into. 
 | The trap is laid for me. 
 Kin. Be of good cheere, 
 They fhall no more prevaile,then we give way to: 
 | Keepe comfort to you,and this Morning fee 
 | You do appeare before them. If they fhalkchanee, 
 Th charging you withamatters,to commit you? 
 The beft perfwafions to the contrary 
 Faile not to ufe;and with what vehemency 
 Th’occafion hall inftruct you. If intreaties 
 | Willrender you no remedy, this Ring a 
 Deliver them,and your Appeale to us : 
 There make before them-Looke, the goodman weeps? 
 _| He’s honeft on mine Honor. Gods bleft Mather, 
 | I fwearehe is true hearted,and afoule — x 
 ’ None better in niy Kingdome.Get you gone, 
 ’ Anddoaslhavebidyoue 0 
 ’ He ha’s ftrangled all hisLanguage imhis tearess) 9 v 
 
 } Ile tothe Queene. 
 
 Exit Cranmer. \ 
 
 7 , Lnter olde Lady. | 
 Gent. within. Come backe:what meane you? 
 
 Lady. Ve not come backe;the tydingsthat T bring ea + i 
 
 Wiill mak: my boldneffe,manners. Now 
 
 | Fly o’re thy Royall head,and fhade thy pei 
 Vider their bleffed wings. 
 Kin, Now by thy lookes 
 
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 I geffe thy Meflage. Is the Queene defiver'de — 4 : 4 
 
 Say I, and of a boy. 
 Lady. 1,1 my Liege; 
 And of alovely Boy;the God of heaven 
 Both now,and ever bleffe her: "Tisa, Gyrle 
 Promifes Boyes heereafter- Sir, youri Queene 
 Defires your Vifitation,andtebe Niele 
 Acquainted with this ftrangers "tis as likeyou, 9%) 
 As Cherry,is:to Cherrys on re \ eer 
 King. Lovell. . pee 
 Lov. Sir. ay ag 
 King. Give her an hundred Markese : Loe 
 . _ Exit King 
 Ladi An bundred Markes?By this light, Tle ha more, 
 At. ordinary Groome isfor {uch payment. ae 
 I will have more,or{colditoutofhim. ; 
 Said I for this,the Gyrle was liketo himPlle 
 Have morc,or elf¢ unfay’c:and now, while ‘tishos, 
 | Ie putitto the iffue. Exit 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 / hid 
 Enter Cranmer, Archby hop of Canterbury. ‘c 
 
 Cran. hope} am not too late, and yet the Gentleman | | 
 
 That was fent to me from the Councell pray'd me © 
 To make great haft. All fait? W hat meanes this? Hoa? 
 Who waites there?Sure yon know me? Pa 
 Enter Keeper. — 
 Keep. Yes ; my Lord: 
 
 But yet leannot helpe you.’ - ene HH: MM 
 
 C rdite W hy ? é 
 
 Keep. Your Grace muft waight till you be cad foe z 3 
 
 Enter Dotter Butss i 
 
 Cras. So. Nite 
 
 Buts. Thisisa Peice of Malice:lam glad 
 I came this way fo happily. The King SRS. 
 Shall underftand it prefently. Exit Batt. 
 
 Cran. Tis Bats, i 
 The Kings Phyfitian.as he paft along 
 How earneftly he caft hiseyes upon me: . 
 Pray heaven he found not my difgrace:for certaine . 
 This is of purpofe laidby fome that hateme, t 
 
 | (Godturne their hearts,I never fought their malice) yea 
 
 | To quench mine Honor;they would fhame to makeme 
 | Wait elfe at doore:a follow Councellor 1289 
 "Mong Boyes,Groomes,and Lackeyes. 
 But their pleafures 
 Muft be fulfill’d,and I attend with patience. — 
 
 Enter the King ana Buts.at a Windowe 
 abeve. 
 
 Buts, tle Chew your Grace the fra bite} ee 
 King. What's that Bats? pon sere 
 
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 Batts. Ithinke your Highnefle faw this many a day. 
 Kin, Body ame:where is it? 
 But. There my,Lord: 
 
 The high promotion of his Grace of ( anterbury, 
 
 Who holds his State at dore mong ft Purlevants, 
 
 ‘Pages,and Foor-boyes. 
 
 Kin. Ha? ’ Tis he indeed. 
 Is this the Honour they doe one another? 
 *Tis well there’s one above *2m yet;I had thought 
 They had parted fo much honefty among’em, 
 Ac leaft good manners;as not thus to fuffer 
 A man of bis Place.and fo neere our favour 
 To dance attendance ontheir Lordfhips pleafures, 
 And atthe dore too,slikea Poft with Packets: 
 By holy Mary (Butes)there’s knavery; 
 Let’em alone,and draw the Curtainé clofes 
 We fhall heare moreanon, ~ 
 
 A (Councell Table brought in with Chayresand Stéoles, and 
 placed under the Stare. Enter Lord Chancellour,places bim- 
 Selfe at the upper ena of the Fable,on the left band : A Seate 
 being left void above bim,as for Canterburses Seate, Duke 
 of Suffolk, Duke of Norfelke,Surrey,Lord ( bamberlaine , 
 Gardiner , feat them{elvesin Order on cach fide. (romweh 
 at lower end, as Secretary. 
 
 Chaz, Speake to the bufinefle,M. Secretary; 
 
 Why are we met in Councell? 
 
 Crom. Picafe yout Honours, 
 The chiefe caufe concernes his Grace of Canterbury. 
 Gard. Ha’s he had knowledge of it? 
 (rom. Yes. 
 Norf. Who waits there? 
 Keep. Without my Noble Lords? 
 Gard. Yes. 
 Keep. My Lord Arcthibifhop: 
 
 | And ha’s done halfe an houre ro know your pleafiures. 
 
 Chan, Let him come in. 
 Keep. Your Grace mayenternows 
 Cranmer approches the (onncell Table. 
 _ Chan. My good Lord Archbifhop,l’m very forry 
 
 | Tofit heere at this prefent,and behold 
 
 That Chayre ftand empty:But weall are men 
 In our owne natures fraile,and capable : 
 Ofour flefh, few are Angels;out of which frailty 
 
 And want of wiledome,you that beft fhould teach us; 
 | Have mifdemean’d your feife,and nota little: 
 
 Toward the King firft,then bis Lawes, in filling 
 The whole Realme,by your teaching & your Chaplaines 
 (For fo we are intorm’d ) with new opinions, 
 Divers and dangerous;which are Herefies; 
 And notreform’d,may prove pernicious. 
 Gard. Which Reformation mutt be fodairie too’ 
 My Noble Lords, for thofe that tame wild Horfess 
 Pace’em not in their hands tomake ’em gentle; > | 
 Bat ftop their mouthes with ftubboin Bits & {purre’em, 
 Till they obey the mannage. If weefuffer 
 Out of our cafinefleand chiidith pitty 
 To one mans Honour, this contagious fickneffe; 
 Farewell all Phyficke:and what followes thene 
 €Commotions, uprores, with a generall Taint 
 Of the whole Statezas of late dayes our neighbours, 
 The upper Germany can deerely witneffe: 
 Yet frefhly pittied in our memories. 
 (ran. My good Lords;Hitherto, in allthe Progreffe 
 Both of my Life and Oifice,! have labour’d, 
 
 “And with no little ftudy,that my teaching. _ 
 
 And the ftrong courfe of my Authority, 
 Might goe one way,and fafelysand the end 
 Wasever to doe well:nor is there living, 
 (I {peake it with a fingle heart,my Loras) 
 A man that more detcitssmore itirres againft, 
 Both in his private Confcience,and his place, 
 Defacers of a publique peace then I doe: 
 Pray Heaven the King may never find a heart 
 Withleffe Allegeance in it. Men that make 
 Envy,and crooked malice,nourifhment; 
 Dare bite the beft. I doe befeech your Lordfhips, 
 That in this cafe of Inftice,my Accufers, 
 Be what they will,may ftand forth face to face, 
 And freely urge againft me. 
 Swf. Nay,my Lord, 
 That cannor be;you area Counfellor, 
 And by that vertue no man dare accufe you. (ment, 
 Gard. My Lord,becaufe we have bufines of more mo- 
 We will be thort with you.’ Tis his Highnefle pleafure 
 And our content, for better tryall of you, 
 From hence you be committed to the Tower; 
 Where being buta private man againe, 
 You fhall know many dare accafe you boldly, 
 More then(I feare)youare provided for. 
 Cran. Ah my good Lord of winehefter:1 thanke you, 
 You arealwayes my good Friend, if your will patle, 
 I fhall both finde your Lordfhip, Iudge and Iuror, 
 You are fo mercifull. I fee your end, 
 ’Tis my undoing. Love and meckenefle,Lord 
 Become a Churchman better then Ambition: 
 Win ftraying Soules with modefty againe, 
 Caft none away. That I fhall clere my felfe, 
 Layall the weight ye canupon my patience, 
 
 ‘| Imake as little doubt as you doe confcience, 
 
 In doing dayly wrongs. could fay more, 
 But reverence to your calling »miakes me modeft. 
 Gard, My Lord,myLord, you are a Sectary, 
 That’s the piaine truth;your painted gloffe difcovers 
 To men that underftand you,words and weaknefle. 
 Crom. My Lord of Wiachefter,y’are alittle, 
 By your good favour,too fharpe;Men fo Noble,. 
 How ever faulty yet fhould finde refpect 
 For what they have beene: ’tisa cruelty, 
 To load afalling man. 
 Gard. Good M: Secretary, 
 Icry your Honour mercy;you may worlt 
 Ofall this Table fay fo. 
 (rom. Why my Lord? 
 Gard. Doe not i know you for a Favourer 
 Of thisnew Sect?yeare not found. 
 Crom. Not found? . 
 Gard, Not found I fay. 
 (rem. Would you were halfe fo honeft: 
 Mens prayers then would fecke you,not their feares, 
 Gard. I {hall remember this bold Language. 
 Crom. Doe. 
 Remember your bold life too, 
 (bam. Thisistoom uch; 
 Forbeare for fhame my Lords. 
 Gard. | have done. 
 (vom. AndI. 
 Cham. Then thus for you my Lord, it ftands agreed 
 I take it, by all voyees: That forthwith, 
 - You be convaid to th’ Tower aPrifoner; 
 There to remaine tillthe Kings further pleafure 
 Be knowne unto ussare you all agreed Lords. : 
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 All. We are. - 
 Cran. 1s there no other way of mercy, 
 But I muft needs toth’ Tower my Lords? 
 Gard, Whar other, 
 Would you expect? Youare ftrangely troublefomes 
 Let fome o’th’Guard be ready there. 
 Enter the Guard. 
 (ran. For ine? 
 Mutt I goe likea Traitor thither? 
 Gard. Receive him, 
 And fee him fafei’th’ Tower. 
 ‘ Cran.Stay good my Lords, 
 I havealittie yet to fay. Looke there my Lords, 
 By vertue ofthat Ring, Itake my caufe — 
 Out of the gripesof cruell men,and give it 
 Toa moft Noble Iudge, the King my Maifter- 
 
 Cham. This isthe Kings Ring. 
 
 Ser. ’Tisno counterfeit. 
 
 Suff.’ Tis the right Ring, by Heav’n:I told ye all; 
 When we firft put this dangerous ftonea rowling , 
 *T wold fall upon our felves. 
 
 Nerf. Doe youthinke my Lords 
 * The King will fuffer but the little finger 
 
 Of this man to be vex’d? 
 
 . Cham. Tis now too certdine; 
 How-much more is his Life in valve with him? 
 Would! were fairely out on’t. 
 
 Crom. My mind gave me, 
 
 In feeking tales and Informations 
 Againft this man,whofe honefty the Divel} 
 And his diciples onely enuy at, 
 Ye blew the fire that burnes ye:now have at yes 
 
 Enter King frowning o# them, takes his Seate, 
 Gard. Dread Soveraigne- 
 How much are we bound to Heaven, 
 In dayly thankes;that gave us fucha Prince; 
 Not oiiely good and wife,butinoft religious: 
 One that inall obediencé,makes the Church 
 The cheefe ayme of his Honour,andto ftrengtherr 
 That holy duty out of deare refpect, 
 His Royall felfe in Iudgement comes to heare 
 The caufe betwixt her,and this great offender. 
 Kia, You were ever good at fodaine Commendations 
 Bifhop of Wixchefier, But know I come not 
 To heare fuch flattery now,and in my prefence, 
 They are toothin,and bafe to hide offences, 
 To me you cannot reach. You play the Spaniell, 
 And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win mes 
 But whatfoere thou tak’ft me for;}’m {ure ; 
 Thon haft a crucil Nature and a bloody. 
 Good man fit downe:Now let me fee the proudeft 
 Hee, that dares moft, bnt wag his finger at thee. 
 By ailthat’s holy, he had better Rarve, 
 Then but once thinké his place becomes thee nots 
 Sur, May it pleafe your Grace; 
 - Kin. No Sir,It doe’snot pleafe me, 
 I had thought, had had men of fome underftanding, 
 And wifedome of my Councelisbut I finde norie: 
 Wasit difcretion Lords,to let this man, 
 This good man(few of youdeferue that Title) 
 This honeft man, wait likea lowfie Foot-boy 
 At Chamberdore?and one,as great as you are? 
 Why, what a flame was this?Did my Commiffion 
 Bid ye fo farre forget yourfelves?l gaveye 
 Power,as he was a Counfellour totry him, 
 
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 The Life of Ring Henry the Eight. 
 
 Not asaGroome:There’sfome of ye,I feejp 
 More out of Malice then Integrity, 
 Would trye him to the urmoft, had ye meane; 
 Which ye fhall never have while I hive. 
 
 Chan. Thus farre ity 
 My moft dread Saveraignt,may it like your Grace; 
 
 To let my tongue excufe all. What waspurposd. | 
 
 Concerning his Imprifonment,was rather _ 
 (It there be faithin men) meant for his Tryall, 
 And faire purgation to the world then malice, ~ 
 I’m fure in me. 4°02) 
 Kin. W cll, well my Lords refpect him. 
 Take bim,and ufe him well,hee’s worthy of it, 
 I will fay thus much for him, ifa Prince 
 May be beholding to a Subject; 
 Am for his love andfervice,foto him. . 
 Make meno more adoe,butall embrace him; ¥ 
 Be friends for fhame my Lords:My Lord of Canterbury 
 T have a Suite which you muft not deny mee. ee 
 That is, a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptifme, 
 You mutt be Godfather,and anfwere for her. 
 Cran. The greateft Monarch riow alive may glory © 
 In fuchan honour:how may I deferveit, Ble 
 Thatam a poore and humble Subject toyou? 
 Kin, Come,come my Lord, yon’d {pare yeur fpoo 
 You fhall have two noble Partners with you : theokde 
 Ducheffe of Norfolke , and Lady Marquefie Dorfet?: 
 thefe pleafe you? atin 
 Once more my Lord of Wincheffer,1 charge you 
 Embrace,and love this miane ¥, 
 Gard. Withatrue heart, 
 And Brothers love I doe it. ~ 3 eae 
 Cran. And let Heaven fit 
 Witnefle how deare, I hold this Confirmation. - { 
 Ki». Good Man,thofe joyfull teares fhew thy trv 
 | The common voice I fee is verified “pa 
 Ofthee,which fayes thus:Doe my Lord of Canterbiry 
 A fhrewdturne,and hee’s your friend forever: 
 Come Lords, we trifle time away:] long 
 To have this young one made a Chriftian. 
 As Ihave made ye one-Lords,one remaine: 
 So I grow ftroncer,you more Honour gaifie, 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Nogfe and Tumsule within: Enter Porter and bis mith. : | Z | 
 
 Port. You'l Icane your noife anon ye Rafcals : doe you 
 take the Court tor Parith Garden : ye rude Slaves. leave 
 your gaping: | Seavee 
 
 Within. Good M. Porter] belongtoth’Lardery 
 
 Por. Belong to th’Gallowes,and be hang’d ye Rogues 
 Isthis a place to roatein? Fetch mea dozen Crab-tte 
 
 | faves, and ftrong ones ;thefe are but {witches to’emt 
 
 Ile fcratch your heads ; you mutt befeeing Chriftentt 
 
 Do you looke for Ale , and Cakes here, you rude 
 kalls?s 
 
 Man: Pray Sir be patient; ’tisas much impofiible, 
 Vnlefle wee {weepe’em from the dore with Cannot, 
 To {catter’em,as’tisto make’em fleepe 
 On May-day Morning,which will never be: ") 
 We may is well puth againft Powlesas ftirre’ems — 
 
 Por. How got they in,and be hang’d? . 
 
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 (Man, Alas I know not,how gets the Tide in? 
 Asmuch asone found Cudgell oftoure foote, | © 
 (You feethe poore remainder)could dittribute, 
 
 I made no {pare Sir. 
 Port. You did nothing Sir. . 23 
 
 Man. am not Samp(on,nor Sir Gaynor Colebrand; 
 
 To mow’em downe before me:but if I {par’d any 
 That had ahead to hit, either young or old, 
 He or fhe,Cuckold‘or Cuckold-maker; 
 Let me ne’re hope to fee'a Chine againe, 
 And that I would not for aCow, God fave her. 
 With. Do you heare M, Porter? 
 ‘ Port. I fhall be with you prefently,good M. Pappy. 
 Keepe the dore clofe Sirha. 
 Man. What would you have me doe? 
 Por. What fhould you doe, 
 But knock’em downe by th’dozehs ? Is this More fields 
 to mufter in? Or have weefome {trange Indian with the 
 great Toole, Come to Court, the women fo befiege us? 
 Bleffe me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore ? On my 
 Chriftian Confcience this one Chriftening will begeta 
 } thoufand, here will be Father God-father , and.all to- 
 ether. ; ; 
 j (Man. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir ¢ There is 
 afellow fomewhat neere the doore,he fhould be a Brafi- 
 er by his face, foro’ my confcience twenty of the Dog. 
 dayes now reigne in’s Nofe ; all that fland about him are 
 under the Line , they need no other pennance : that Fire- 
 | Drake did I hit three times on the head , and threetimes 
 _ | was his Nofe difcharged againft mee ; hee {lands there 
 __ | likea Morter-piece to blow us. There wasa Habberda- 
 fhers Wife of imall wit, neere him , that rail’d upon me, 
 till her pinck’dporrenger fell off her head’, for kindling 
 {uch 4 combuftion in the States I mift the Meteor once, 
 and hit that Womarrywho crwed.out Clubbes , when I 
 migth fee from farre, fome forty Truncheonersdrawto 
 her faccour,which werethe hope o‘th’Strond where fhe 
 was quartered ; they fetlon , 1 made good my place-;at 
 lenght they came'to-th’broome ftaffe to nte y Idefide’em 
 ftill,when fodainly a File of Boyes behind’em, loofe fhot, 
 deliver’d fuch a fhowre of Pibbles , that I was faine to 
 draw mine Honour in, and let’em win the Worke, the 
 Divell was among {t’em I thinke furely. | 
 
 Por. Thefé are the youths that thunder ata Playhoufe, 
 and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience butthe 
 tribulation of Tower Hill; or the Limbes of Limchoufe; 
 their deare Brothersare able toendure. Ihave fome of 
 e’m in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance 
 thefethree dayes ; befides the running Banquet oftwo 
 Beadles,that isto come. 2. 
 
 Enter Lord Chamberlaine. 
 
 _ Cham. Mercy o’me:what a Multitude are heere? . 
 They grow ftill too;from all Parts they are comming, 
 As if we kepta Faire heere ? Where are the(e Porters? 
 Thee lazy kiiaves? Y*have made fine hand fellowes? 
 Theres a trim rabble let in:are all thefe 
 Your faithfull friends o’th’Suburbs? We fhall have 
 Great ftore of roomeno doubt, left for the Ladies, 
 When they paffe backe from the Chrifteningt 
 
 Por. And’t pleafe your Honour, 
 Weate but men;and what fo many may doe, 
 Not being torne a pieces,we have done: 
 An Army cannot rule’em. 
 Cha. As | live, 
 Ifthe King blame me for't;Il¢ lay ye all 
 
 This Royall Infant,Heaven {till move about her; 
 
 - By th’heeles,and fodainly:and on your heads! 
 
 Clap round Fines for neglect.y’are lazy knaves,| *< 
 
 And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards,when  -°0" 
 
 Ye fhould doe Service. Harke the Trumpets found, 
 
 Th’are come already fromthe Chriftening; 
 
 Go breake among the preafle,and finde away out 
 
 To let the Troope pafle fairely;or Ile finde 
 
 A Marfhailfey , fhall hold ye play thefetwoMonthes, 
 Por. Make way there, for the Princeffes 
 Man..You great fellow, 
 
 Stand clofe up,or Iie make your head ake: 
 Por. Youith’Chamblet,get up o’th’raile, wee | 
 
 Ile pecke you o’re the pales elfe. Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter. Trampets Sounding : Then two Aldermen, L, Maior, 
 Garter Crammer , Duke of Norfalke with hss Marfhals 
 Staffe, Duke of Sujfelke,two XN oblemen, bearing great pane 
 ding Bowles for the Chriftening Guifts: Then fonre Noble~ ’ 
 men bearing a Canopy,under which the Dutcheffe of Nor- 
 
 fotke ; Godmother , bearing the Childe vickly babitedin a 
 Mantle , Ge. Traine borne by a Lady: Then followes the 
 Marchioneffe Dor fer,the other Godmother and Ladies, The 
 Troope palfe once about the Stage,and Garter fpeakes. 
 
 . Gart. Heaven ~. 
 From thy endleffe goodneffe,fend profperouslift 
 Long,and ever happy,to the high and Mighty. 
 Princefle of England E4xaberh, tins 
 
 F lourifos Enter K. ind pa Gusrd. 
 
 Cran, Andté your Royall Grace, the good Queene, | 
 My Noble Partners,and my fefethus pray . n#eie : 
 All comfort, joy in this molt gracious Lady, 
 
 Heaven ever laid up to make Parents happy, 
 May hourely fall upon ye, 
 
 King. Thanke you good Lord Archbifhop: 
 What ts her Name? 
 
 (ran Elizabeth, 
 
 Kin. Standup Lord, 
 
 Withthis Kiffe,take my Bleffing:God protect thee, 
 Into whofe hand,I give thy Life. 
 
 Cran, Amen, : 
 
 Kin. My Noble Goffips,y’have béene too Prodigal; 
 Ithanke yc heartily:So fhall this Lady, 
 When the ha’s fo much Englifh. . 
 
 (ran. Let mefpeake Sir, 
 
 For Heaven now bids me;and the words I utter, 
 Let nonethinke Flattery;for they'l finde’em Truth. 
 
 Though in her Cradleyyer now promifes -.--- 
 Vponthis Land athoufand thonfand Blefiings, 
 Which Time fhall bring to ripeneffe:She fhali be, 
 (But few now living can behold that goodneffe) 
 A Patterne to allPrincesliving with her, . 
 And allthat fhall fucceed:Saba was never 
 More covetous of Wifedome,and faire Vertue 
 Thenthis pure Soule fhall be. All Princely Graces 
 That mould up amighty Piece as this is, ° 
 Withall the Vertues thatattendthe good, 
 Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhali Nurfe her, 
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The Lifeof King Henry the Eight. 
 
 Holy and Heavenly thoughts {till Counfell hers 
 
 She fhall be lov'd and fear’d, Her owne fhall bleffe hers 
 Her Foes fhakelikea Field of beaten Comes 
 
 And hang their heads with forrow: 
 
 Good growes with her- 
 
 In her dayes,Every Man fhalleate in fafety, 
 
 Vader his owne Vine what he plants;and fing 
 
 The merry Songs of Peace toall his Neighbours» 
 God half be truly knowne,and thofe about hers 
 From her fhall read the perfe&t way of Honour, 
 And by thofe claimetheir greatnefle;not by Blood. 
 Nor hall this peace fleepe with her:But as when 
 The Bird of Wonder dyes,the Mayden Pheentx, 
 Her Afhes new create another Heyre, 
 
 As great in ad niration as her felfe. 
 
 So fhall fhe leave her Blefledneffe to One, 
 
 ( When Heaven fhal cal her from this clowd of darknes) 
 Who, from the facred Afhes of her Honour 
 
 Shall Star-like rife,as great in fame as fhe was, 
 
 ‘And fo ftand ({x’d. Peace,Plenty,Love, Truth, Terror, 
 That were the Servants to this chofen Infant, 
 
 Shall then be his,and like a Vine grow to him; 
 Where ever the bright Sunne of Heaven fhall fhine, 
 His Honor,and the greatneffe of hisname, 
 Shallbejand makenew Nations. He (hall fourifh, 
 
 And likea Mountaine Cedar,reach his branches, 
 Toall the Plaines about him:Our Childrens Children 
 Shall fee this,and bleffe Heaven. 
 
 Kin. Thou fpeakeft wonders. 
 
 Cran. She {hall be to the happineffe of England, 
 Anaged Princeffe;many dayes {hall fee her, 
 And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it. 
 Would I had knowne no more:But fhe muft dye, 
 She muft,the Saints muft have her;yet a Virgin, 
 A moft unfpotted Lilly fhall the paffe 
 To th’gronnd,and all the World fhall mourne her. 
 
 Kin. O Lord Archbithop . 
 Thou haft made me now a man,never before 
 This happy Child,did I get any thing. 
 This Oracle of comfort,ha’s fo pléas’d mé, 
 That when I am in Heaven, I {hail defire 
 To {ee what this Child doezs,and praifemy Maker, 
 I thanke ye gli. To you my good Lord Maior, 
 And you god Brethren, 1 am much beholding: 
 
 I have receiv’d much Honour by your prefence, 
 And ye fhall find me thankfull-Leade the way Lords, 
 Ye mutt all fee the Queene,and fhe muft thanke ye, 
 She will be ficke els. This day,no manthinke 
 *Tas bufineffe at his honfesfor all fhall ftay: 
 This little-One fhall make it Holy~day. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 THE EPILOGVE. 
 
 é Se ten to one,this Play can never pleafe 
 eAAll that ave heere:Some come to take their cafe, 
 
 And fleepe an AE or two; but thofe we feare 
 
 w’ have frighted with our Trumpets :(o sis cleave, 
 They l {ay ss naught. Others to heare the City 
 ‘Abusd extreanly,and ro cvy that’s witty, 
 
 | prhich we have nor done neither;phat I feare 
 
 ell the expetted good w' are like toheare, 
 For this Play at this time,ss onely in 
 The merciful conftrpttion of good women 
 For fuch a one we lbew'dew: If they fmile,~ 
 And fay twill doe;] know » ithina while, z 
 All thebeft men ave surs;for’tis il bap, 
 Uf they hold when their Ladies bsd’em clap. 
 
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 YN Troy there hes the Scene : from les of Greece 
 
 The Princes Orgillous, their high blood chaf d, 
 Have to the Port of Athens fent their [hippes 
 
 Fraught with the minifters and inftruments 
 Of cruell Warre : Sixty and nine that Wore 
 
 T heir Crownets Regal, from th Athenian Bay 
 
 Put forth toward Phrygia, and their wow is made 
 
 Toranfacke Troy, within whofe ftrong Jmmures 
 
 The ravifh'd Helen, Menelaus Queene, 
 With wanton Paris /leepes, and that's the Quarrell. 
 
 To Tenedos they come, 
 
 And the deepe- drawing Barkes doe there difgo 
 Their Warlike frautage : now on Dardan Plaines 
 
 The frefh and yet unbruifed Greekes doe pitch 
 
 Their brave Pacvillions. Priams fix: gated City, 
 Dardan and Timbtia, Helias , Chetas, Troien, 
 And Antenonidus with mafsy Staples 
 
 And corre/bonfine and fulfilling Bolts 
 
 Stirre up the Sonnes of Troy. 
 
 Now Expeétation tickling skittifh jpirits, 
 On one and other fide, Trotan and Greeke, 
 Sets all onbaxard. And hither am 7 come; 
 APrologue arm'd, but not in confidence’ 
 Of Authors pen, or Aébors vojce ; but fuited 
 Jn like conditions, as oir Argument ; 
 
 To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play 
 
 rge 
 
 Leapes ore the vasint and firftlings oft thafe broyles, 
 Beginning in the middle : ftarting thence away y 
 
 To what may be digefted ina Play : 
 Like, or find faiilt, doe as your pleafures are, 
 Now good,er bad,’ tis but the chance of Warre- 
 
de 
 ALO 
 
 THE TK 
 
 Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 eA cus Primus. 
 
 Enter Pandarus and Troylit. 
 
 Troylus. a 
 8K All here my Varlet, Ile unarme againe. 
 SB Why fhould Iwarre withoutthe wals of Troy 
 » That finde fuch cruel battell here within ? 
 
 Each Troian that is matter of his heart, 
 
 Let him to field, Trey/us alas hath none- 
 Pan. Willthis geere ne’re be mended? _— (ftrength, 
 Troy.The Greekesare ftrong, and skilfull to their 
 
 Fierce to their skill, andto their fierceneffe Valiant: 
 
 But I am weaker then a womans teare : 
 
 Tamer then fleepe, fonder then ignorance $ 
 
 Leffe valiant then the Virgin in the night, 
 And skilleffe as unpradtis'd infancy. 
 
 Pan. Well, Lhave told you enough of this: For my 
 part, Ile not meddle nor make no farther. He that will 
 haveaCake out of the Wheate, muft needes tarry the 
 grinding. 
 
 Troy. Have I not tarried ? 
 Pan, Ithe grinding; but you muft tarry the boulting. 
 Troy. Have Inot tarried ? 
 Pansl the boulting ; but youmuft tarry the leav’ning. 
 Trey. Still have I tarried. ; 
 Pan. 1, to the leavening : but heeres yet in the ‘word 
 hereafter, the Kneading, the making of the Cake, the 
 heating of the Oven,andthe Baking; naysyou mutt {tay 
 the cooling too, or you may chance to burne your lips. 
 Troy. Patience her felfe, what Godddeffe ere fhe be, 
 Doth leffer blench at fufferance, then I doe : 
 At Priams Royall Table I fit 5 
 And whtn faire Cre/id comes into my thoughts, 
 So (Traitor) then fhe comes, when fhe is thence: 
 
 ' Pan. Well: 
 
 She look’d yefternight fairer ,then 
 Or any woman clfe. 
 Troy. 1 was about to tellthee, when my heart, 
 
 As wedged witha figh, would rive in twaine, 
 
 Leaft Heéfor, or my father fhould perceive mes 
 
 I have (as when the Sunne doth light a-fcorne ) 
 
 Buried this fgh, in wrinkle of a {mile : 
 
 But forrow, that is couch’d in feeming gladneffe, 
 
 Is like that mirth, Fate turnes to fudden fadneffe . 
 
 Pas. And her baire were not fomewhat darker then 
 Helens, well goe to, there were no more comparifort be- 
 tweene the Women. But for my part fhe ismy Kinfwo- 
 man,{ would not(as they tearme it)pzaife it,but I would 
 
 ever I faw her looke, 
 
 ScenaPrima. 
 
 fome-bady had heard her talke yefterday as 1 did s 1 will 
 not difpraife your filter Caffanara’s wit, but————+ 
 Troy.Oh Pandarws | { telithee Pandarus; 
 When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown'd: 
 Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe 
 They lye indrench’d. I tell thee, 1am mad, 
 In Creffidslove. Thou antwer ft fhe is Faire, 
 Pow:'tt inthe open Vicer of my heart, ® 
 Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke, her Gate, her Voyee, | 
 Handleft in thy difcourfe. O that her Hand | 
 (in whofe comparifon, all whites areInke) _ 
 Writing their owne reproach 5 to whofe foft feizure, 
 The Cigwets Downeis ha: fh, and {pirit of Senfe 
 Hard as the palme of Ploughman. ‘This thou tel’ft me $ 
 As true thon tel’ft me, when I fay Llove.her: 
 But {aying thus, inftead of Oyle and Balme, 
 Thou lai’{t in every gath that love hath given me, 
 The Knife that made it. 
 Pan. J fpeake no more then truth. 
 Trey. Thou do’ft not {peake fo much. : 
 Pan. Faith, Uenct meddle in’t. Let her be as fheis, |’ 
 if the be faire, tisthe better for her : and fhe be not, fhe 
 ha’s the mends in her owne hands. 
 Troy. Good Pandarus ; How now Pandarss ? 
 Pan. I have had my Labour for my travel, ill thought 
 on of her, atd i thought on of you: Gone betweene an 
 betweene, but {mall thankes for my labour. 
 Troy. What art thon angry Pandarus? what withme? 
 “Pan. Becaufe fhe’s Kinne tome, therefore fhe’s not 
 (o faireas Helex, and fhe were not kinto me, {he wou 
 Beas faire on Friday, as He/enison Sunday. But what 
 care 1? Icarenotand fhe werea Blacke-a-Moore, "tis all 
 oneto me- 
 Troy. Say I fhe is not faire? 
 Pan. I doe not care whether you doe or no. She's 
 Foole to ftay behind ber Father : Let herto theGreckes, | 
 and fo Ile tell her the next time I fee her : for my part, lle } 
 meddle nor make no more i th’matter. 
 Troy, Pandarus? 
 Pan. Nott. 
 Troy. Sweet Pandarns. 
 Pan. Pray youfpeake no more tomes 
 as I found it, andthere an end. 
 Sound Alarum, 
 Tro.Peace you ungracions Clamors,peace rude founds, 
 Fooles on both fides, He/en muft needs be faire, 
 When with your bloud you daily paint her thus. 
 
 I willleave all 
 Exit Pana: 
 
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 / Itis too ftarv’d a {ubject for my Sword, 
 
 And he’s as teachy to be woo'd towoe, 
 Asthe is ftubborne, chaft, again{t ail {wite: 
 Tell me Apollo for thy Daphnes Love 
 
 What Creffid is, what Pandar,and what we : 
 
 Her bed is /udia, there the iyes,aiearle, 
 
 Betweene our Ilium, and where the refides 
 
 Let itbe cald the mild and wandving flood, 
 
 Our félfc the Merchant, and this {ayling Pandar, 
 
 Our doubtfull hope; ourconvoy and our Barke. 
 
 MAlaram, Enter eLneds. 
 e£ne. How now Prince Troyliis ? 
 
 Wherefore not afield 2 i 
 Troy. Becaufenotrhere ; this womansan{wer forts, 
 
 For womanith it is to be from thencé : 
 
 What newes e£neas from the field to day ? 
 
 eEne.. That Parsis rcturned home, and hurt- 
 Troy. By whom c4neas? 
 
 vine. Troylusby Menelatts | 
 Troy. Let Parisbleed, ’tis but a {car to {corne. 
 
 Parts is-gor’d with Mene/aus horne. Alarum. 
 eine Hearke what good {port is out of Towne to day. 
 Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may); 
 
 But to the {port abroad, are you bound thither > 
 eEne. In all fwift halt. 
 
 Troy. Come goe we then together. 
 Erter-Crcffid and ber man. 
 
 €%é.. Who were thole went by ? 
 
 (Man. Queene Hecuba, and Hellen, 
 
 Cre. And whither goe they ? 
 
 (Man. Vptothe Eatterne Tower, 
 
 Whofé height commands as fubject all the vale, 
 
 Tofee the battell; Hector whofe patience, 
 
 Isasa Vertue fixt, to day was mov’d : 
 
 He chides ssdromache, and {trooke his Armorer, 
 
 Andlike as there were husbandry in Warr 
 
 Before the Sunne role, he was harneft light, 
 
 And to the field goe’s he ; wherecvery fower 
 
 Did asa Prophet weepe what it forefaw, 
 
 In Hefors wrath. 
 Cré. What was his caufe of anger ? 
 (Max, Thenoife goe’s this ; 
 
 Thereis among the Greekes, 
 
 ALord of Troyanblood, Nephew to Hetior, 
 
 They call him Ajax. 
 
 Cre. Good ; and what of him ? 
 Man.They fay he isavery than pér fe and ftands alone. 
 Cre, So doeall men, vulefie they-ate drunke,ficke,or 
 have nolegees. : 
 Man. Thisman Lady, hath rob’b many beafts of their | 
 particular additions,he is as valiantasthe. Ly on, éhurtith 
 asthe Beare, flowiasthe Elephant : aman into. whom 
 Ratire hath {o crowded humors, thathis valour is crufhe 
 | into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion : there is no 
 | an hathavertue, thathe hath nora glimpfe of, nora- 
 | hy mananattaint, but hecarries fome flaine of it. Heis 
 | melancholy without 'caufe and merry againft the haireshe 
 | hath the joynts of every thing, but-évery thing fo out 
 
 ) Fjoynt, that heisa gowty Briarews, many: hands and 
 
 | 4Oufe ; or purblinded Argus, all eyesand no fight... 9 | 
 
 Cre, Bat how-fhould this man that makes me. {mile, 
 
 | Make Hefor angry ? : 
 
 eM an. They fay he yefterday cop’d Heétor in the bat- 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 H - = ey 
 a a ree ———_——_ee . 
 
 Cre. Whocomes here ? 
 
 Alan. Madam, your Vncle Pandarus. 
 
 Cre. Heflors a gatiant man. 
 
 Afae. As may be inthe world Lady. 
 
 ‘Pan, What's that ? what’s thar? 
 
 Cre. Good morrow Vnckle Pandarus. 
 
 _Pan.Good morrow Cozen (reffid: what doe you talke 
 of? good morrow Ake xander:show doe you Cozen? when 
 Wereyou at Illinm ? 
 
 Cre. This morning Vnele. 
 
 Pan. What were you talking of when I came? Was 
 Heth a:m’d and gone ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was 
 not up ? was fhe ? 
 
 Cre. Hettor was gone, but Heflen was not ups 
 
 Pan, Bene {0 ; Heélor was {tirring early. 
 
 Cre. That were we talking of, andof his anger: 
 
 Pam Was heangry ? 
 
 Cre. So he fayes here. 
 
 Pas. Truc he was fo ; I know the caufetoo, heele lay 
 about him today I cantel! them that,and- there’s Trov/ys 
 will not come farre behind him, let them take heede of 
 Troylus ; I can telithem that too. 
 
 Cre, Whatis he angry too? 
 
 Pan. Who Troylus ? 
 
 Troylus is the better man of the two. 
 
 Cre. Oh /upiter ; there’s no comparifon. 
 
 Pan.What not betweene Troylus and Hetlor ? doe you 
 know a man if youfee him ? 
 
 Cre. I, ifi ever faw him before and knew him. 
 
 Pan, Well Ifay Troylus isTroplus, 
 
 Cre. Then you fay as I fay, 
 
 For Iamture he is not Heéfer. 
 
 Pan. No nor Hettor is not Troy/nsin fome degrees. 
 
 (ve. *Tis jutt,toeach of them he is himfelfe. 
 
 Pan. Himfelfe ? alas poore Troylus I would he were. 
 
 (ie. So he is. 
 
 Pan. Condition I had gone bare-foote to India. 
 
 Cre. Heisnot Heéfor. 
 
 Pan. Himflfe? no? he’s not himfelfe, would a were 
 himfeife; well, the gods areabove, time muft friend or 
 end : well Zrey/ws weil, would my heart were in her bo- 
 
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 dy ; no, Hedtor is nota better man then Troylus. 
 
 Cre. Excufe me, 
 
 Pan. He is elder. 
 
 Cre. Pardetme,pardon me. 
 
 Pan. Th’others not come too’t, you thalltell me ano- 
 ther'tale when th’others come too’ :. Heéfor thall rot 
 have his will this yeere. 
 
 Cre. He thalknotneedeit if he have hisowne, 
 
 ‘Pan. Nor his qualities. 
 
 Cre. No matter. 
 
 Pas, Nor his beauty. 
 
 (re. T would not become himy his owa’s better. 
 
 Pan. You have no judgement Necce ; Hellen her felfe 
 {wore th’other day,thar 7 roylas for a browne favour( for 
 fo tis 'muft confeffe) not browne neither. 
 
 Cre. No, but browne. 
 
 Pan, Faith tofay trath, browne and not browne. 
 
 Cre. To fay the trath, trac and nortroe. 
 
 Pan. She prats’d his complexion above Parus 
 
 (re. Why Pare hath colour inongh. 
 
 Pan. So he has. 
 
 Cre. Then 7 roylus hould have too much, if the prais’d 
 
 aa 2 him ! 
 
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him above, his complexionis higher then his,he having { 
 colour enough, andtheother higher, 1s too flaming a 
 praifefora good complexion. I had aslieve Helens gol- 
 den tongue had commended Troylus for acopper nole. 
 
 Pan. Ifweare to you, ; 
 
 Ithinke Helles lovesthim better then Pars. 
 
 Cre. Then fhe'sa merry Greeke indecede 
 
 Pan. Nay I am fure the does, fhe came tohimth’other 
 day into the compatt window, and you know he hasnot 
 paft three or foure haires on his chinne- 
 
 Cre. Indeeda Tapfters Arithmetique may 
 his particulars therein, to atotall. mies 
 ~ Pand. Why heisvery yong, and yet will he within 
 three pound lift as much as his brother Heétor. 
 
 Cre. Ishe fo young a man, and fo old a lifter ° 
 
 Pan. But to proove to you that Hellen loves him, fhe 
 came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chine 
 
 (re. Inno have mercy, how came it cloven? 
 
 Pan. Why, you know ’tis dimpled, : 
 I thinke his {myling becomes him better then any man in 
 all Phrigia. 
 
 -Cre. Oh he fmiles valiantly. 
 
 Pas. Does he note 
 
 Cre. Oh yes, and’twerea clow'd in Astumne. 
 
 Pan. Why goetothen,but to prove to you that Hellen 
 loves Troylus. 
 
 Cre. Troylns will f{tand to the 
 Proofe, if youle proove it fo. 
 
 Pan, Troyls? why heefteemes herno more then Ie- 
 fteeme anaddle egge. 
 
 Cre. If youlove an addle egge as well as ‘you love an 
 idle head, you would-eate chickens i'th’fhell. 
 
 Pan. I cannot chufe but langh to thinke how fhe tick- 
 led his chin,indeed fhe has amarvel’s white hand I muft 
 needs confefle. 
 
 Cre. Without the racke. 
 
 Pan. And fhe takes upon her to fpye a white haire on 
 his chinne. 
 
 Cre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer. 
 
 Pand. Butthere was tuch laughing, Queene Hecuba 
 laught that her eyes ran ore- 
 
 Cre. With Milftones. 
 
 Pas, And Caffandralaught. 
 
 (re. But there was more temperate fire under the pot 
 of her eyes: did her eyes run ore too ? 
 
 Ras, And Heélor laught. 
 
 Cre, At what was all this laughing ? | 
 
 foone bring 
 
 Pand. Marry atthe white haire that Hellen {pied on [ 
 
 Troylus chine 
 
 Cre. And thad.beene a grecne haire, 
 laught too. 
 
 Pand, They langht not fo muchat the haire, as at his 
 pretty an{wer. 
 
 Cer. What was hisanfwer? 
 
 Pas. Quoth fhe, here’s but two.and fifty haires on 
 your chinneé ; and one of them is white. 
 
 Cre. This is her queftion. 
 
 Pund. That’strue, make no queftion of that : twaand 
 fifty haires quoth hee,and one white, that white haire is 
 my Father, andallthe reft are hisSonnes. Jupiter quoth 
 fhe, which of thefe hairesis Paris my husband 2? The 
 forked one quoth he,pluckt out and give.it him:but there! 
 was fuch laughing, and Hellen fo blufht, and Paris fo 
 chaft, and ali the reft folaught, that it paft. 
 
 Cre. Solet it now, 
 For is has beenea great wile going by. 
 
 I thould have | 
 
 , The Tragedy of Ti roylus cial Crefsida. : 
 
 P of Chivalry. 
 
 Pan. Well Cozen, ; . 
 Itold you a thing yelterday, thinke on’te 
 Cre, So I doe. d 
 
 Pand. Ve be fworne ’tis true, be will weepe you an 
 ’twere a man borne in Aprill. Sound a retreate. 
 
 (re. And Ile fpringup in his teares, an’twerea nettle 
 
 again{t May. 
 
 Pan. Harke they are comming from the field, fhall we | 
 ftand up here and fee them, as they pafle toward Ilium? 
 good Neece doe, fweet Neece Creffidas 
 
 Cre. At your pleafure. . 
 
 Pan. Heere,heere, here’san excellent place, | here we 
 may {ee moft bravely, lle tell you them all by their names, | 
 as they paffe by, but marke Troy/us above the ref. 
 
 Enter ened < 
 
 Cre. Speake not folow'd. 
 
 Pan. That’se4neas, is not that a brave man, he’s one 
 of the fowers of Troy I cantell you, but marke Troylus, 
 you fhall fee anon. 
 
 Cre.. Who's that? Enter Antenor. 
 
 Pan. That’s Antenor, he has afhrew’d wit 1 ean tell 
 you, and he’sa man good inough, he’s one oth foun- 
 deft judgement in Troy whofoever, and a proper man OF 
 perfon: when comes Troylus? Ile fhew you Troyles anon, 
 if he fee me, you fhall fee him nodat me. 
 
 Cre. Will he give you the nod? 
 
 Pan. You fhallfee. 
 
 (re. Ifhe doe, the rich fhall have more: 
 Enter Hettor. oo 
 
 Pan. That’s Heéfor, that, that,looke you,that there's | 
 fellow. Goethy way Heétor,there’s abrave man Neece, | 
 O brave Heftor | Looke how he lookes? there's agoun }- 
 tenance; ift not a brave man? aa 
 
 Cre. O brave man! . 
 
 Pan, Isa riot? It does a mans heart good,looke you 
 what hackes are on his Helmet, looke you yonder, 
 you fee? Looke you there? There’s no jefting,laying 9) 
 tak’t off, who will,as they fay ,there be hackes- 
 
 (ve. Be thofe with {words ? 
 
 Enter Pari. ; 
 
 Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the divell, | 
 come to him, it’sall one, by Godslid it does ones heart 
 good. Yonder comes Parz, yonder comes Paris 100% 
 yee yonder Neece, ift nota gallant man too,ift not? Why 
 this is brave now : who faid he came hurt hometo day? 
 He's not hurt, why this will doe Helens heart goo 
 now, ha ? Would I could fee Troy/ms now,you {hall Tray- 
 dus anOne 
 
 Cree Whofe that ? 
 
 Ester Hellenttse Bape! 
 
 Pan. That’s Hellenus,{ marvell where Troylus is that $ 
 Helenus, Uthinke he went not forth today: that’s Heb 
 
 lenus. 
 
 Cre. Can Hellenus fight Vacle ? 
 
 Pan. Hellenus no : yes heele fight indifferent well, 1} 
 marvell where Troylxs ; harke , doe younot hearé 
 people cry Traylus ? Hellenus is aPrieft. 
 
 Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder? 
 
 Enter Froyluse 
 
 Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Dicephobws. 
 
 ies \ There’s a man Neece,hem; Brave Troylas 
 
 Tis Trey- 
 the Prince 
 
 Cre. Peace, for fhame peace. 
 Pand. Marke him, note him :O brave Treylu: looke 
 rd is blou- 
 
 well upon him Neece,looke you how his Swo 
 died,and his Helme more hackt then Hefforsjand -—_ 
 ooke 
 
 EEA EE EE RO LAG AO OE LOTTI Te 
 
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 The Tragedy of Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 5 
 
 lookes, and how hegoes, O admirable youth | he ne’re 
 faw three and twenty. Goe thy way Troylus, goe thy 
 way, had Ta filter were a Grave,oz adaughter aGoddeffe, 
 he thould take his choyce. O admirable man! Paris? 
 Parts isdurtto him, and I warrant, Heder to change; 
 would give money to boot. 
 
 Enter common Souldiers. 
 
 Cre. Heers comemore. 
 
 ‘Pan. Afles, fooles, dolts, chaffe and bran; chaffe and 
 bran ; porredge:after meat. I could live and dye i’th’eyes 
 of Troylws. Ne're looke,ne’re looke;the Eagles are gone, 
 Crowes and Dawes,Crowes and Dawes: I had rather be 
 fuch a man as Tvey/us, then Agamemnon, andall Greece. 
 
 Cref. There is among the Greekes Achilles, a better, 
 
 _man then Troylus. 
 
 Pan. Achilles ? a Dray-man,a Porter, a very Camel. 
 
 Cre. Well, well. 
 
 Pan. Well, well 2 Why have youany difcretion? have 
 you any eyes?Doe you know what a man is? Is not birth, 
 beauty, good fhape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gen- 
 tlenefle, vertue,"youth, liberality ,and fo forth: the Spice, 
 and falt that feafonsa man ? 
 
 Cre, 1,a minc’d man,and then to be bak’d with no Date 
 in the pyc, for ther the mans dates out. 
 
 Pan, Youare {uch another woman, one knowes not 
 at what ward you lye. 
 
 Cr. Vpon my backe, to defend my belly supon my 
 Wit, to defend my wiles; uponmy fecrecy, to defend 
 Mine honefty ; my Maske, to defend my beauty,and you 
 todefend all thefe: andatall thele wards £ lye,ata thous 
 
 and watches. 
 
 Pan, Say one of your watches. 
 
 Cre. Nay Ile watch you for that, and that’s one of 
 the cheefeft of them too ;if I cannot ward what I would 
 not have hit,I can watch you for telling how I tookethe 
 blow, unlefle itiweilpalt hiding, and then is paft wat- 
 ching, 
 
 Enter Boy. 
 
 Pan. Your arefuch another. ; 
 Boy. Sir, my Lord wouldinftantly {peake with yous 
 Pan. Where? 
 Boy. At your owne houfe. . 
 Pan, Good Boy cell him I come, Idoubt he be hurt. 
 Fare ye well good Necce. 
 Cref, Adieu Vnkle. 
 Pan, Ile be with you Neece by and by. 
 (ref. To bring Vnkle. 
 Pas. 1,a token from Troy/es: B 
 Cref. By the fame token,you area Bawd. Exit Pand. 
 Words, vowes, gifts, teares, andloves full{acrifice, 
 He offers in anothers enterprife : 
 But more in Troy/us thoufand fold I {ee, 
 Then in the glafle of Pandar’s praife may be ; 
 Yet hold Toff. Womenare Angels wooing, 
 Things wonaredone, the foules joy lyes in dooing : 
 That fhe belov’d, knowesnought,that knowes not this: 
 Men prize the thing ungain’d, morethen it ts. 
 That the was never yet, thatever knew 
 Love goe fo fweet, as when defire did fue : 
 Therefore this maxime out of love I teach 5 
 © watchievement, iscommand : ungain’ d, befeech. 
 That though my hearts Contents firme love doth: beare, 
 Nothing of that fhall from mine cyesappeare. Exit. 
 
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 NE EERE. RE TE PR Pe i eee wt a Sr STEAD Iie nome tr rin Suet herd Ta er te ee 
 
 Sonet. Enter Agamemnon, NX eftor, Vbjlfes; Déome. 
 des, Menelaus, with others. 
 Agam. Princes: 
 What griefe hath fet the Iaundies on your cheekes ? 
 The ample propofition that hopes makes 
 Inall defignes, begun onearth below 
 Fayles in the promift largeneffe : checkes and difatters 
 Grow in the veines of actions higheft rear’d, 
 As knots by the conflux of meeting fap, 
 Infect the found Pine, and diverts his Graine 
 Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth. 
 Nor Princes, is it matter new tous, 
 That we come fhort of our fuppofe fo farre, 
 That after feven yeares fiege, yet Troy walles ftand, 
 Sith every action that hath gone before, 
 W hereof we have Record, trial! did draw 
 Bias and thwart, not anfwering the ayme . 
 And that unbodied figure of the thotight 
 That gave’t furmifed fhape. Why then (you Prin ces) 
 Doe you with cheekes abath’d, behold our workes, 
 Andthinke them fhame, which are (indeed) noughr elfe 
 But the protractive trials of great Iove, 
 To finde perfiftive conftancy im men ? 
 The fineneffe of which Mettall is not found 
 In Fortunes love : for then, the Bold and Coward, 
 The Wife and foole, the Artift, and un-read, 
 The hard and foft, feeme all aitin’d, and kin. 
 But in the Wind and Tempeft of her frowne, 
 Diftinction with a lowd and powrefull fan, 
 Pusting atall, winnowes the lightaway ; 
 And what hath maffe, or matter by it felfe, 
 Lies rich in Vertue, and unmingled. 
 Neft. With due Obfervance of thy godly fear, 
 Great Agamemnon, Nestor {hallapply 
 Thy lateit words. 
 In the réproofe of Chance, 
 Liesthe true proofe of men: The Sea being fmooth, 
 How many fhallow bauble Boates dare faile 
 Vpon her patient breft, making their way 
 With thole of Nobie bulke? 
 Bat let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage 
 The gentle Zhetw, and anon behold 
 T he ttrong ribb’d Barke through liquid mountains cut’s 
 Bounding betweene the two moyit Elements 
 Like Perfeus Horfe. Where’sthen the fawcy Boate, 
 W hofe weake untimber’d fides but even now 
 Co-rival'd Greatneffe ? Either to harbour fled, 
 Or made a Fofte for Neptune. Evento, 
 Doth valours fhew, and valours worth divide 
 In ttormes of Fortune, 
 For, in her ray and brightnefle, 
 The Heard hath more annoyance by the Brize 
 Then by the Tyger: But, whenthe {plitting winde 
 Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oakes, 
 And flyes fled under fhade, why then 
 The thing of Courage, 
 Asrowz'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize, 
 And withan accent tun’d in felfe-fame key, 
 Retyres to chiding Fortune. 
 Viif. Agamemnon. s 
 Thou great Commander, Nerve, and Bone of Greece, 
 Heart of our Numbers,foule, and onely {pirit, 
 
 In whom the tempers, andthe naindes ofall 
 
 Should be fhut up ; Heare what Usiffes {peakes, 
 
 Befides th’applaufe and approbation 
 
 The which (moft mighty ) for thy place and may, 
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 And thou moft reverend for thy ftretcht-out life, 
 1 giveto both your {peeches : which were {uch, 
 As Avamemmnon and the haad of Greece 2 
 Should hold up high in Brafle : and {uch againe 
 ‘As venerable Nestor (hatch’d in Silver) 
 Should with a bond of ayre, {trong as the Axletree 
 On which the Heavensride, knitall Greekes eares 
 To his experienc’d tongues yet Let st pleafe both 
 (Thou Great, and Wile) to heare Miaffes {peake- 
 
 Aga. Speake Prince of / thaca, andbe’tefke ik expec 3 
 That matter needleffe of importleffe burthrea 
 Divide thy lips: then we are con fident 
 When ranke Therfitesopes his Mafticke jawes, 
 We fhall heare Maficke, Wit, and Oracle 
 
 Vii, Troy yet upon his bafis had beene downe, 
 And the great Heéfors {i word had Jack’d a Mafter 
 But for thefe inftances. 
 Thefpeciatty of Rule hath beene negie‘ted ; 
 And looke how many Grecian Tents do ftand _ 
 Hollow upon this Plaine, fo many hollew Factions: 
 When that the Generall is not like the Hive, 
 To whom the Forragers fhail all repaire, 
 What Hony is expected ? Degree being vizarded, 
 Th’unworthieft thewes as fatrely in the Maske: 
 The Heavens themfelves, the Pianets, and this Center, 
 Obferve degree, priority, and place, 
 Infifture, courfe, proportion, {eafon, forme, 
 Ontice, and cuftonte, in all line of Order « 
 And therefore isthe glorious Planet Sol 
 In noble eminence, enthron’d and fphear’d 
 Amid {tthe other, whofe med’cinable eye 
 Corrects the ill Afpects of Planets evill, 
 And poftslike the Command’ment of a King, 
 Sans checke, to good and bad. But when the Planets 
 In evill mixture to diforder wander, 
 What Plagues, and what portents, what mutiny ? 
 What raging of the Sea? thaking of Earth ? 
 Commotion inthe Windes? Frights, changes, horrors, 
 Divert fand cracke, rend and deracinate 
 Theunity, and married calme of States 
 Quite fron their fixure ? O, when degree is fhak’d, 
 (Whichisthe Ladder to all high defignes) 
 Theenterprize is ficke. How could Communities, 
 Degreesin Schooles, and brother-hoods in Cities, 
 Peacefull Commerce from dividable fhores, 
 The primogenitive, and due of Byrth, 
 Prerogative of Age, Crownes, Scepters, Lawrels, 
 (But by degree) {tand in Authentique place ? 
 Take butdegree away, un-tune that fring, 
 And hearke what Difcord foilowes : each thing meets 
 In meere oppugnancy- The bounded. Waters, 
 Should lifetheir bofomes higher then the Shores, 
 And make a foppe of all thisfolid Globe : 
 Strength fhouid be Lord of imbecility, 
 And the rude Sonne fhould ftrike his father dead : 
 Force fhould be right, or rather, rightand wrong, 
 (Betweene whofe endieffe jarre, juftice refides ) 
 Should lovfe their names, and fo fhould juftice too. 
 Thenevery thing includesit{elfein Power, 
 Power into Will, Will into Appetite, 
 
 | And Appetite (an univerfall Wolfe, 
 
 So doubly feconded with Will,and Power ) 
 Mnft make perforce an univerfall prey, 
 And la(t, eate up himfelfe. 
 Great Agamemnon ; 
 This Chaos, whendegreeis fuffocate, 
 
 The Tragedy of Traylus and Crefstda. 
 
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 | Followes the choaking : 
 
 | And this neglection of Degree, is it 
 
 | That by a pace goes backward ina purpofe 
 It hath to climbe. The Generall’s difdain’d 
 
 | By him one ftep below ; he, by the next, 
 
 That next, by him beneath : foevery flep 
 
 | Exampled by the firft pace thatis ficke 
 
 | OF his Superiour, growes to an envious Feaver 
 
 | Of pale, and bloodieffe Emulation. 
 And ’tis this Feaver that keepes Troy on foote, 
 Not her owne finewes. Toenda tale of length, 
 Troy in our weakeneffe lives, not in her ftrength. 
 
 Neft. Molt wilely hath Vipfes here difcover'd 
 The Feaver, whereofall our power is ficke. 
 
 Aga. The Nature of the fickeneffe found (Fiyfes) 
 Whatis the remedy ? 
 
 Vb. The great Achilles, whom Opinion crownes, 
 The finew, andthe fore-hand of oar Hofte, 
 Having his care full of hisayery Fame, 
 
 Growes dainty of bis worth, and in his Tent 
 Lyes mocking our defignes. With him, Patroclas, 
 V pon alazy Bed, the live-long day 
 Breakes {cnrrill Iefts, 
 And with ridiculous and aukward action, 
 (Which Slanderer, he imitatien call’s) . 
 He Pageants us. Sometime great Agamemnon, 
 Thy topleffe deputation he puts on 3 
 And like a {trutting Player, whofe conceit 
 Lies in his Ham-{tring, and doth thiake it rich 
 To heare the woodden Dialogue and found 
 'Twixt his {tretcht footing, and the Scaffolage, 
 (Such to-be-pitted, and ore-refted feeming 
 He acts thy Greatneffe in :) and when he fpeakes, 
 Tislike a Chimea mending. Withtearmes untquar’d, 
 Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt, 
 | W ound feeme Hyperboles. At this fufty ftuffe, 
 | The large Achifles (on his preft-bed lolling ) 
 | From his deepe Cheft, langhes out a lowd applaufe, 
 Cries excellent, tis -4gamemnen juke 
 Now play me Nestor ; hum, and ftroke thy beard 
 | As he, being dreft tofome Oration , 
 _ That’s done, asnéere as the extreameft ends 
 Of paralels ; as like, as Ualcanand his wife, 
 Yet good Achilles {till cryes excellent, 
 ‘Tis Nestor right. Now play him (me) Patrocls, 
 Arming to an{wer ina night-Alarme, 
 And then (forfooth) the faint defects of Age 
 Mutt be the Scene of myrth, to cough, and fpit, 
 And with apalfie fumbling on his Gorget, 
 Shakein and out the Rivet : and atthis {port 
 Sir Valour dies ; cries, O enough Patroclys, 
 Or, give me ribs of Stecle,I fhail fplitall 
 In pleafure of my fpleene. And in this fafhion, 
 All our abilityes, gifts, natures, fhapes, 
 Severalls and. generalls of grace exact, 
 Atchievments, plots, orders, pt eventions, 
 Excitements to the field, or {peech for truce, 
 Succeffe or loffe, what is, or isnot, ferves 
 As ftuffe for thefe two, to make paradoxes. 
 Nef. And inthe imitation of thefe twaine, 
 Who (as Udpffes fayes) Opinion crownes 
 With an Imperial voyce, many are infest : 
 Ajax is growne felfe-will'd, and beares his head 
 Infuch reyne, in fullas proud a place 
 Asbroad Achflles, and keepes his Tent like him ; 
 Makes factious Feafts, railes on our ftate of Warre r 
 
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 A flave ( whofe Gall coines flanders like a Mint,) 
 
 To match us in comparifons with dur, . 
 
 To weaken and difcredit our expofure, 
 
 How ranke foever rounded in with dan ger. 
 
 Obf- They tax our Policy, and call ic Cowardice; 
 Count W ifedomeas no member of the Warre; 
 Fore-ftall prefcience, and efteeme no.age 
 But that of hand : The (tilland mentall parts, 
 
 That doe contrive how many hands fhall {trike 
 
 When fitnefle calls them on, and know by meafure 
 
 Of their obfervant toyle, the Enemies waig 
 
 Why this hath not a fingers dignity : < 
 
 They callthis Bed-worke; Mapp’ry,Cloffet-Warre 
 
 So that the Ramme that battersdowne the wall, 
 
 For the great {wing and rudenefie of his poize, 
 
 They place before his hand that made the Engine, 
 
 Orthofethat with the finenefle of their foules, 
 
 By Reafon guide his execution. 
 
 Nef. Let this be granted, and Achilles horfe 
 Makes many 7 bet {onnes. 
 
 efga. What Trumpet ? Looke Afenelaus. 
 
 (Men. From Troy. Enter neds. 
 
 Aga. What would you fore our Tent ? 
 
 vine. Is thisgreat eZ gamemuons Tent, Ipray you? 
 
 e4ga. Even this, 
 
 evEne. May one that is'a Herald,and a Prince, 
 
 Doea faire meflage to his Kingly cares? 
 
 Aga. With furety ftronger then e4chillesarme, 
 ‘Fore all the Greekith heads, which with one voyce 
 Call ¢ 4vamemnon Head and Generall. 
 
 eine, Vaireleave, and large fecurity: How may 
 A ftranger to thofé moft lmperiall lookes, 
 
 Know them from eyes of other Mortals? 
 
 Aga. How? 
 
 eAine. 1: I aske, that | might waken reverence, 
 And on the cheeke be ready with ablath 
 Modeft as morning, when the coldly eyes 
 The youthfull Pheebus : 
 
 Which is-that God in oifice guiding men 3 
 
 Whichis the highand mighty e4gamemnos. 
 
 e“ga. This Troyan {cornes us,or the men of Troy 
 Are ceremonious Courtiers. 
 
 eEne, Courtiersas free, as debonnaire ;nnarmd, 
 
 As bending Angels : that’s their Fame, in peace : 
 
 But when they would {ecme Sonldiers, they have galles, 
 
 Good armes,ltrong joynts,true {words,and loves accord 
 
 Nothing fo full of heart. But peace -Aineas, 
 
 Peace Troyan, lay thy finger on thy lips, 
 
 The worthinefle of praite diftaines bis worth : 
 
 I that he prais’d himfelfe, bring the praife forth, 
 
 What the repining enemy commends, 
 
 That breath fame blowes,that praife {ole pure tranféends 
 e794. Sir, you of Troy, callyou your felfeeAineas? 
 eine, I Greeke, that is my name. 
 
 Aga. What's your affayre I pray you? 
 
 e£ne, Sir pardon, ’tis tor Agamemnons cares. 
 
 Aga. He heares nought privatly 
 
 That comes from Troy. : 
 ene. Nor from Troy come not to whifper him, 
 
 I bring a Trumpet toawake hiseare, 
 
 To fet his fence on the attentive bent, 
 
 Aud then tofpeake. : 
 
 Aga. Speake frankely as the winde, 
 
 It is not -Agameninons fleeping houre ; 
 
 That thou fhalt know Troyan he is awake, 
 
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 | _ xe. Trumpet blow loud. 
 
 Send thy braffe voyce through all thefe lazy Tents; 
 And ev ery Greeke of mettle, let him know, 
 What Troy meanes fairely, fhali be fpokealowd: 
 
 : The Trumpets found. 
 We have great Agamemnon, heere in Troy, 
 
 A Prince call’d He étor, “Priam is his Father : 
 Who inthis dali and long-continew’d Truce 
 | Isrufty growne, He bad me takea Trumpet, 
 And to this purpofe {peake : Kings, Princes, Lords, 
 | Itthere be one among ft the fayr’tt of Greece, 
 That holds his Honor higher then his eafe, 
 | Thatfeekes his praife,more then he feares his perill, 
 That knowes his Valour, and knowes not his feare , 
 That loves his Miftris more then in confeifion, 
 (With truant vowes to her owne lips he loves ) 
 And dare avow her Beauty, and her Worth, 
 In other armesthen hers : to him this Challenge. 
 Hettor, in view of Trovans, and of Greekes, 
 Shail make it good, or doe his belt to doeit. 
 He hatha Lady, wifer, fairer, truer, 
 Then ever Greeke did compafie in hisarmes, 
 And will to morrow with his Trumpet call, 
 Midway beeweene your Tents,and walles of Troy, 
 Torowze aGrecian that istrne in love, 
 Ifany come, Hettor thall honour him: 
 If none, he'll fay in Troy when he retyres, 
 The Grecian Dames are fun-burnt, and not worth 
 | The fplinter of a Lance : Even fomuch. 
 Aga. This fhall be told our Lovers,Lord e£neus, 
 | If none of them have foule intuch akind, 
 We leftthemall at home: But we are Souldiers, 
 | And may that Souldier a meere recteant prove; 
 | That meanes not, hath not, or isnot inlove : 
 | If then one is, or hath, or meanesto be, 
 | That one meets Heéfor, if none, Hebe he. 
 | Nef. Tell him of Nestor, onethat was aman 
 | When Heéfors Grandfire fuckt; he isold now, 
 But if there be nor in oar Grecian mould, 
 One Nobie maa, that hath onefparke of fire 
 Toantwer for his Love ; tell him from me, 
 | Ie hide my Silver beardina Gold Beaver, 
 | And in my Vantbrace put this wither’dbrawne, 
 | And meeting him, willcelihim, that my Lady 
 | Was fayrer then hisGrandame, andaschafte 
 | As may be inthe world: his youth in flood, 
 | Je pawne this truth with my three drops of blood. 
 ene. Now heavens forbid fuch fcarfity of youths 
 Vif. Amen. 
 0 ga, Faire Lord eAineas, 
 | Let me touch your hand : 
 To our Pavillion fhall Ileade you firft: 
 Achilles hall have word of thisintent, 
 So fthalleach Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent; 
 Your felfc fhall Feaft with us before you goe, 
 And finde the welcome of a Noble Foe . 
 (Manent Visfes, and Ne stor. 
 Vif. Neftor. 
 Nef. What fayes Ulyffes? 
 Vif. 1 havea young conception in my braine, 
 Be you my time to bring it to fome fhape. 
 
 Nest. What is’t? 
 
 Vif. This’tis : 
 
 Blunt wedges rive hard knots : the feeded Pride 
 | That hath to this maturity blowne up 
 
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8 The Tragedy of Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
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 In ranke Achilles, muft or now be cropt, 
 Or (fhedding ) breed a Nurfery of like evill 
 To over-bulke usall. 
 
 Nef. Well,and how? 
 
 Vif, Thischallenge that the gallant Heéfor fends, 
 How ever itis {pred in generall namcy 
 Relates in purpofe onely to Achilles. 
 
 Neft. The purpofe is perfpicuous even as fubftance, 
 
 Whofe grofleneffe little charracters fumime up, 
 And inthe publication make no {traine, 
 But that Achilles, were his braine as barren 
 Asbankes of Lybia, though ( Apollo knowes) 
 Tis dry enough, will with great {pcede of judgement , 
 I, with celerity, finde Heéturs purpofe 
 Pointing on him. 
 Vii. And wake him to the anfwer, thinke you ? 
 Neit.Yes,’tis moft meet ; whom may you elfe oppofe 
 That can from Heétor bring his Honor off, 
 If not Achilles sthough’tbea {portfull Combate, 
 Yet in this triall, much opinion dwelse 
 For heere the Troyavs tafte our deer ft repute 
 With their fin’{t Pallate : and truftro me Viyffes, 
 Our imputation fhall be oddely poiz’d 
 Inthis wilde ation. For the fuccefie 
 (Although particular) fhall give a {canting 
 Of good or bad, unto the Generall : 
 And in fuch Indexes, although {mall prickes 
 To their fubfeqvent Volumes, there is feene 
 The baby figure of the Gyant-mafle 
 Of things to come at large» Itis fuppos’d, 
 Hethat meets Heétor, iflues from our choyfe s 
 And choyfe being mutuall acte of all our foules, 
 Makes Merit her election, and doth boyle 
 As twere, from forthusall :2 man diktill’d 
 Ont of our Vertues ; who mifcarrying, 
 What heart from hence receives the cong’ring part 
 To fteele a {trong opinion to themfelves 
 Which entertain’d, Limbes are his inftruments, 
 In no leffe working, then are Swords and Bowes 
 Directive by the Limbes- 
 Vif. Givepardon to my {peech : 
 Therefore’ tis meet, Achilles mect not Hefior 
 Let us (like Merchants) fhew our fowleft Wares, 
 And thinke perchance they'll fell; ifnot, 
 The lafter of the better yet to thew, 
 Shall fhew the better. Doe not confent, 
 That ever Heétor and Achilles meete : 
 For both our Honour, and our Shame in this, 
 Are doge’d with two ftrange Followers. 
 
 Vif. What glory our Achilles fhares from Hettor, 
 (Were he not proud) we all fhould weare with him : 
 But lie already istoo infolent, 
 
 And we were better parch in Affricke Sunne, 
 Then in the pride and falt fcorne of his eyes, 
 Should he {cape Heétor faire. If he were foyld, 
 
 ¥7 hy then we did our maine opinion crufh 
 
 Tn taint of our beft man. No, makea Lott’ry, 
 
 And by device let blockifh Ajaxdraw 
 
 The fort to fight with Heéfor : Among our felvesy 
 Give himallowance as the worthier man, 
 
 For that will phyficke the great Myrmidon 
 
 Who broylesin lowd applanfe, and make him fall 
 His Creft, that prouderthen blew Iris bends. 
 
 If the duil brainleffe Ajax come fafe off, 
 
 Wee'll dreffe hint up invoyces + ifhe failes 
 
 Ep cau lee nae 
 
 { Yetgoe we undgg onr opinion ftill, 
 
 Neft-1 feethem not with my old eyes: what are they? 
 
 That we have better men. But hit or miffe, 
 
 Our projectslife this fhape of fence aflumes, 
 
 Ajax imploy’d, pluckesdowne Achsles Plumes- 
 Nef. Now Giyffes, I begin to rellifh thy advice, 
 
 And I will givea tafte of it forthwith 
 
 To Acamemnon, go we to him ftraight 5 
 
 Two Curres fhall tame each other, Pride alone 
 
 Mutt tarre the Maftiffes on, as ’twere their boney Exeunt, 
 
 : Enter Ajax, and Ther fites. : 
 Aja, Therfites? 
 Ther. Agamemuon, how if he had Biles (full) all over 
 
 generally. 
 eAja. Therfites ? 
 Ther. Andthofe Byles did runne, fay fo; did not the 
 Generall run, were not that a botchy core ? 
 Aja. Dogge. ; 
 Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him: 
 I fee none now. 
 _ Aja.Thou Bitch-W olfes-Sonne, canft thou not heares | 
 Feelethen. Strikes him. 14 
 Ther, The plague of Greece uponthee thou Mungrell | 
 beefe-witted Lord. 
 Aja. Speakethen you whinid’t leaven{peake, I will | 
 beate thee into handfomneffe. 
 | Ther. I fhall fooner raile thee into wit and holineffes |. 
 but Ithinke thy horfe wil! fooner con an Oration, then 
 thou learne a prayer without booke : Thou canft firikes 
 canft thou ? A red Murren o'ththy Jadestrickes- 
 
 eAjv. Toads ftoole, learne me the Proclamation. 
 
 Ther. Doeft thou thinke I have no fence thou ftrik’lt 
 
 Aja. The Proclamation. (me thus? 
 
 Ther. Thouart proclam’d a foole, Ithinke. 
 
 Aja. Doe not Porpentine, doe not :my fingers itch. 
 
 Ther, 1 would thou didft itch from head to foot, and 
 Thad the fcratching of thee, 1 would make thee the loth- 
 fom’ ft {cab in Greece. 
 
 Aja. 1 fay the Proclamation. 
 
 Ther. Thou grumbleft and raileftevery houre on 4* 
 cbilles,and thou art as full of envy at his greatnefle,as Cer 
 berws is at Proferpina’s beauty-I,chat thou bark’ftat him. 
 
 Aja. Miltreffe Ther ites. 
 
 Ther. Thou fhould ft ftrike him. 
 
 Aja. Coblofe. 
 
 Ther. He would pun thee into fhivers with his fift,as 
 
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 QR Sailor breakesa bisket. 
 Aja. You horfon Curre. Ther. Doe, dots 
 
 ‘Aja. Thou ftoole for a Witch. 
 
 Ther. J,doe, doe, thou fodden-witted Lord:thou haft 
 no morebraine then I have iu mine elbowes: An Afinico 
 may tutor thee.Thou fcurvey valiant Affe, thou art here 
 but tothreth Treyans, andthonart bought and fold a- 
 mong thofe of any wit, likea Barbarian (lave. If chou ule 
 tobeat me, I will begin at thy heele, and tell what thou 
 art by inches, thou thing ofno bowels thou. 
 
 Aja. Youdogge. 
 
 Ther. Youfcurvy Lord. 
 
 Aja. You Curre. 
 
 Ther. Marshis Ideot: do rudenefle doe Camell ,do,do- 
 
 Enter eAchilles, and Patroclus. 
 
 Achil.WWhy how now Ajax ? wherefore do you this? 
 How now Therfises? what's the matter man ? 
 
 Ther. You fee him there, doe you ? 
 
 eAchil. 1, what's the matter. 
 
 Ther. Nay looke upon him, 
 
 Ackil. So doe : what’s the matter ? \ her 
 
Ther. Nay but regard him well. 
 Achil. Well, why { doe{o. sah 
 
 fome ever you take him tobe, heis Ajax. 
 
 Achil.. 1 know that foole. 
 
 Ther. I, but that foole knowes not himfelfe. 
 
 Ajax, Therefore I beate thee: 
 
 Ther.Lo,lo, lo; lo, what modicams of wit he utters:his 
 evafions have earesthuslong. 1 have bobb’d his Braine 
 more then he has beate my bones: I willbuy nine Spar- 
 rowes for a peny,and his Péamater is not worth the ninth 
 partof a Sparrow. This Lord ( Achslles) Ajax who weares 
 his wit in his belly and his guttes in his head, Ie tell you 
 what I fay of him, 
 
 Achil, What ? 
 
 Ther. Vay this Ajax 
 
 Achil, Nay good Ajax. 
 Ther. Has not {fo much wit-——= 
 Achjl* Nay I muft hold you. 
 
 he comes to fight. 
 
 Achil. Peace foole. 
 
 Ther. 1 would have peace and quietneffle, but the foole 
 will not : he there, that be, looke youthere. 
 
 Ajax. O thou damn’d Curre; I fhall——— 
 
 Achil. Will youfet you wit toa Fooles? 
 
 Ther. No I warrant you, for a fooles will fhame it. 
 
 Pat. Good words Ther/ites. 
 
 Abit, What's the quarrel? 
 
 Ajax. I bad thee vile Owle, goelearne me the tenure 
 of the Proclamation, and he railes upon me. 
 
 Ther. Iferve theenot. 
 
 Ajax, Well, goe to, goe to. 
 
 Ther, I f{erve heere voiuntary. 
 
 Achil, Y our lat fervice was fafferance, ‘twas not vo« 
 luntary, no manisbeaten voluntary: 4jaa was heere the 
 voluntary, and youas under an Imprefle. 
 
 Ther.E’ne fo, a great deale of your wit toolyes in your 
 finnewes,or elfe there be Liars; Heéfor (hall have a great 
 catch, if he knocke out either of your braines, he were 
 as Sood crackea fufty nut with no kernell. 
 
 Achil. What with me too Ther fites ? 
 
 Ther. There's Viyfes,and old Nefor, whofe Wit was 
 mouldy ere their Grandfirs had nailes on their tocs,yoke 
 you like draft-Oxen, and make you plough up the waire, 
 
 Achil. What? what ? : 
 
 Ther. Yes good footh, to Achilles, to Ajax tO 
 
 Ajax, 1 fhall cut out your tongue. 
 
 Ther. ’Tisno matter, I thall {peake as much as thou 
 afterwards. 
 
 Pat. No more words Therfitess ' i 
 
 Ther. 1 will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids 
 me, fhal] I 2 
 
 Achil. There's for you Patraclus. 
 
 Ther. I willfee you hang’dlike Clotpoles ere I come 
 any more to your Tents ; I willkeepe w here there is wit 
 ftirring, and leave the faction of fooles. Exit. 
 
 Pat. A good siddance. 
 
 Achil.Marry this Sir is proclaim’d through al our hott, 
 That Heéfor by the fift houre of the Sunne, 
 
 Will with a Trumpet, ’twixt our Tentsand Troy 
 Tomorrow morning call fome Knight to Armesy 
 That hath a ftomacke, and uch a one that dare 
 
 | Maintaine I know not what :’tis trafh. Farewell. 
 | Ajax. Farewell? who fhall anfwer him ? 
 
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 Achil. Uknow not,’tis put to Lottry ; otherwife 
 
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 Ther. But yet you looke not well upon him ; for who | 
 
 Ther.As will {top the eye of Helens Needle,for whom | 
 
 Lhe Tragedy of Troylus and (wrefsida | | 9 
 
 ) He knew his man. 
 | +4j4.O meaning you, I will goe learne more of it:Exit. 
 Enter Priam, Hetlor, Troylus, Paris, and Helenus, 
 Pri. After {fo many houres, lives, {peeches {pent 
 | Thus once againe fayes Nestor from the Greekes, 
 | Deliver Helen, andall damage elfe 
 (As honour, loife of time, travaile, expence, 
 Wounds, friends, and what elfe deere that is confum’d 
 In not difgeftion of this cormorant Warre) 
 Shall be ftroke off. Heéfr, what fay youtoo't. 
 Hed. Thoughno man leffer fearesthe Greekesthen I 
 As farre as touches my particular : yet dread Priam, 
 | There is no Lady of more fofter bowels, 
 
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 More fpungy, to fucke in the fenfe of feare, 
 
 More ready to cry out, who knowes what followes 
 
 Then Heétor is : the wound of peace is{urety; 
 
 Surety fecure ; but modeft doubt is cal’d 
 
 The Beacon of the wife: the tent that fearches 
 
 To'th’bottome of the worft. Let He/en goe. 
 
 Since the firft {word was drawne about this queftion, 
 
 Every tythe foule’mongft many thoufand difmes, 
 
 | Hath beene as deere as Hellen: I meanc of ours: 
 
 | Ifwe have loft fo many tenths of ours 
 
 To guarda thing not ours, nor worth to us 
 
 | (Had it our name) the valew of oneten ; 
 
 W hat merit’ sin.that reafon whichdenies 
 
 The yeelding of her up ? 
 Troy. Fye, fie; my Brother ; 
 
 Weigh you the worth and honour of a King 
 
 (So great aseuir dread Father) inaScile 
 
 Ofcommon Ounces ? Will you with Counters fumme 
 The paft proportion of hisinfinite ? 
 
 And buckleina wafte moit fathomleffe, 
 
 With {pannesand inches fo diminutive, 
 
 As feares and reafons ? Fye for godly fhame? 
 Het. No marvell though you bite fo fharpe at reafons, 
 
 You are empty ofthem, fhould not our father 
 
 Bearethe great {way of his affaires with reafuns, 
 
 Bécaute your fpeech hath none that tells him fo? 
 
 ray. Youare for dreamesand flumbers brother Prieft, 
 
 You furre your gloves with reafon: here are your reafons 
 
 You know anenemy intends you harme, 
 
 You know, a {word imploy’dis perilous, 
 
 | And reafon flyes the object ofall harme, 
 Who marvels then when Helenus beholds 
 A Grécianand his {word, if he doe fet 
 The very wingsof reafon to his heeles : 
 Or like a Starre diforb’d.. Nay, if we talke of reafon, 
 And flye like chidden Mercury from Iove, 
 Let’s fhut our gates and fleepe : Manhood and Honor 
 Shold have hard hearts,would they but fat their thoughts 
 With this crainm’d reafon: reafgn and re{pect, 
 Makes Lovers pale,and luftyhood deject. 
 
 Heit. Brother, the is not wotth 
 
 What the doth coft the holding, 
 
 | Troy. What's aught, butas’cis valew'd ? 
 
 He&. But value dwels not in particular will, 
 Tt holds his eftimate and dignity 
 As well, wherein *tis precious of it felfe, 
 As inthe prizer : "Tis made Idolatry, 
 To make the fervice greaterthen the god, 
 And the will dotes that ts iaclineable 
 To what infeCtioufly irfelfe affects, 
 Without fome image of th’affeed merit. 
 
 Troy. I take today a Wife, and my election 
 Isled on inthe conduct of my will; 
 - - My 
 
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 My will enkindled by mine eyes and eatesy 
 Two traded Pylots twixt the dangerous fhores 
 
 Of Will, and indgement- How any I avoyde 
 (Although my will diftafte what it elected) 
 
 The Wife Ichofe, there can be novevation 
 
 Toblench fromihis, and to ftand firme by honour. 
 Weturne not backe che Silkes upon the Merchant 
 When we have fpoyl’d them; nor the remainder Viands 
 We doe not throw in unrefpective place; 
 
 Becaufe we now ate full. [twas thought meete 
 
 Paris hould doefome vengeance on the Greekes 5 
 Your breath of full confent bellied his Sailes, 
 
 The Seas and Windes (old Wranglers ) tookea Truce, 
 And did himdervice ; he touch’d the Ports detird, | 
 And for anold Aunt whom the Greekes held Captive, 
 He brought a Grecian Queen, whofe youth & frethnefle 
 Wrinkles Apolloes and makes ftale the morning: 
 
 | Why keepe we her ? the Greecians keepe our Aunt + 
 
 Is fhe worth keeping ? Why the isa Peat lejso3 
 Whofe price hath launch’d above a thoufand Ships, 
 And turn’d Crown’d Kings to Merchants. 
 
 If you’llavouch, twas wifedome Parts went, 
 
 (As you mutt needs, for you alicride, Go, goe =) 
 
 If you'll confeffe, he brought home Noble prize, 
 
 (As you muft needs, for youall clapt your hands) 
 
 ‘And cride ineftimable ; why doe you now 
 
 The iffue of your proper W ifedomes rate, 
 
 And doea deed that Fortune never did? 
 
 Begger the eftimation which you priz’d, 
 
 Richer ehen Sea and Land? O Theft molt bafe! 
 
 That we have ftolne what we doe feare to'keepe. 
 
 But Theevesunworthy of a thing fo ftolne, 
 
 That in their Country did them that difgrace, 
 
 We feare to warrant in our Native place. 
 
 Enter Calfandra with ber haire about 
 ber caress 
 (af: Cry Tropans,cry- 
 Priam. What noyfe ¢ what fhreeke 1s this? 
 Troy.’ Tis our mad filter, Idoe know her voyce. 
 Caf, Cry Troyans. 
 Hee. Itis Caffandra. 
 Caf. Cry Troyansory ; lend me ten thoufand eyes; 
 And I will fll tbem wich Propheticke teares. 
 Hee, Peace fitter, peace- 
 Caf. Virgins, and Boyes 5 mid-ageand wrinkled old; 
 Sote infancy, that nothing can but cry, 
 | Adde to my clamour : let us pay betimes 
 A moity of that'maffe of moan¢e to come. 
 Cry Troyanscly,practilc your eyes with teares, 
 Troy muftnet be, nor goodly Hiion ftand, 
 Our fire-brand Brother Pars burnes us ail. 
 Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe 3 
 Cry, cry, Troy burnes, or elfe ler Helen goe- Exit. 
 Hee. Now youthfullZreylus, doenot thefe hie ftrains 
 Of divination in our Sifter, worke ne 
 : Some touches of remorfe ? Or is your bloud 
 So madly hot, that no difcourfe of reafon, 
 Nor feare of bad fuccefie ina bad canfe, 
 Can quilifie the fame? »— 
 Troy. Why brother Heéfor, 
 ‘We maynot thinke the juftneffe of eachacte 
 Such, and no other then event doth forme it, 
 Nor once deje& the courage of our minds ; 
 Becaufe Caffandra’s mad, her brainficke raptures 
 Cannot diftatte the goodneffé of a quarrell, 
 
 She eee ae ee ee ee 
 
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 The Tragedy of Troylus and Crefada. 
 
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 Which hath our feverall Honours all engag 4 
 
 To make it gracious. For my private part, 
 
 Iam no more touch’d, then all Priams fonnes, 
 And Iove forbid there fhould be done among ftus 
 Such things as might offend the weakeft {pleene, 
 To fight for, and maintaine. 
 
 Par. Elfe might the world convince of levity, 
 As well my under-takingsas your counfelss 
 But I atteft the gods, your full content 
 Gave wings to my propenfion,and cat of 
 All feares attending on to dire a project. 
 
 | For what (alas) can thefemy fingle armes? 
 
 W hat propugnation is in one mans valour 
 
 To ftand the puth aud enmity of thofe 
 
 This quarreli would excite ? Yet I proteft, 
 Were {alone to pafle the dithteulties, 
 
 And hadas ample power, as E have will, 
 Paris fhould ne’re retraét what he hath done, 
 Nor faint inthe purfuite. 
 
 Prt. Pari, you fpeake 
 Like one be-fotted on your {weet delightss 
 
 | Youhave the Hony ftill, but thefethe Gall, 
 
 | Soto be valiant, is nopraifeatall. + 
 
 Par. Sir, Ipropofe not meercly tomy felfe, 
 
 The pleafares fuch a beauty brings withit : 
 
 But I would have the foyle of her faire Rape 
 Wip'd offin honourable keeping her. 
 
 What Treafon were itto the ranfack’d Queene, 
 Difgrace to your great werths, and shame to me, 
 Now todeliver her poffeffion up 
 
 On termes of bafe compulfion ? Can it be, 
 
 That fo degeneratea firaine as this, 
 
 Should once fet foot in your generous bofomes? 
 There not the meaneft {pirit on onr party, 
 Without a heart to dare, of {word to draws 
 When Helen is defended : nor none fo Noble, 
 
 + Whofe life were ill beftow’d, or death unfam’d, 
 Where Hekwis the fubjectt. Then (I tay) 
 Well may we fight for hery whom we know well, 
 The worlds large i paces ¢araot paralell; 
 
 Heth, Parisand Trojlvs, you have both faid well 
 And on the caate atid quettion now in hand; 
 Have gioz’d, but fuperticially ; not much 
 Vnlike young men, whom eArssfotle thought 
 Vnfit to heare Mora!l Philofophy, 
 
 The Reatons you alledge, doe more conduce 
 Tothe hot paffion of diftemp’red blood, 
 Then to make upa free determination . 
 Twixt right‘and wrong : For pleafure, and revenge, 
 Have cares more deafe then Adders, to the voyce ; 
 Ofany true decifion. Nature craves 
 All dues be rendred to their Owners ; now 
 What necrer debt in all humanity, 
 Then Wife isto the Husband ? Ifthislaw 
 Of Nature be corrupted through affection, 
 ' And that great mindes of partiall indulgence; 
 To their benummed wilis refift the fame, 
 There isa Law in cach well-ordred Nation, 
 To curbe thofé raging appetites thatare 
 Mott difobedient and refractory. 
 If Helenthen be wife to Sparta’ s King 
 (Ast is knowne fhe is ) shyfe Morall Lawes 
 Of Nature, and of Nation, fpeake alowd 
 - Tohaue her backe return’d.’ Thusto perfift 
 In doing wrong, extenuatesnot wrong, 
 | But makes it much more heavy. Heélors opinion 
 
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 Is this in way of truth: yctnere the leffe; 
 My fpritely brethren, I propendto you 
 In refolution to keepe Helen {till ; 
 For "tis a caufe that hath no meane dependance, 
 Vpon our joynt and feverall dignitics. 
 
 Troy. Why ? there yon toucht thelife of our defigne : 
 Were it notglory that we more affected, 
 Then the performance of our heaving {pleenes, 
 I would not with a drop of Treéanblood, 
 Spent more in her defence. But worthy Heder, 
 She is a theame of honor and renowne, 
 A fpurre to valiant and magnanitnous deeds, 
 W hofe prefent courage may beate downe our foes, 
 And fame in time to come canonize us. 
 For I prefume brave Heéter would not lofe 
 Sorich advantage of a promif’d glory, 
 As {miles upon the fore-head of this action, 
 For the wide worlds revenew. 
 
 Hest. Lam yours, 
 You valiant off-{pring of great Priamus; 
 I have'a roifting challenge {ent among'ft 
 The dultand factions nobles of the Greekes? 
 Will ftrike amazement to their drowfie {pirits, 
 I was advertiz’d, their Great generall flept, 
 Whil’ft emulation in the army crept : 
 This I prefume will wakehim. venus. 
 
 Enter Ther ites folus. 
 
 Now row Therftes? what loft in the Labyrinth of thy 
 fury ? fhall the Elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beates 
 me, and Lraile at him : O worthy fatisfa@ion, would it 
 
 at me: Sfoote, Ile learne to conjure and raife Divels, but 
 Ile fee forme iflue of my {pitefull execrations. Then ther’s 
 Achilles,a rare Enginer.If Trey be not takentill thefetwo 
 undermine it, the wals will {tand till they fall of them- 
 felves, O thon great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget 
 that thou art Jove the King of gods : and Mercury, loofe 
 all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou takénot 
 that little little leffe then little wit from them that they 
 have, which fhort-arm’d ignorance it felfe knowes,is fo 
 abundant {carfe, it willnot in circumvention deliver a 
 Fly from a Spider ,without drawing the maffie Ironsand 
 cutting the web : after this, the vengeance on the whole 
 Camp, or rather the bone-ach, for that me thinkes is the 
 curfe dependant onthofe that warre for a placket.I have 
 faid my prayersand divell, cnvy,fay Amen: What hop 
 my Lord Achilles ? 
 
 Enter Patroclus. 
 
 Patr. Who's there >? Therfites. Good Therfites come 
 in and raile. 
 
 Ther. If1 could have remembred a guilt counterfeit, 
 thotx would*ft not have flipt out of my contemplation, 
 but it isno matter, thy felfe upon thy felfe. The common 
 curfe of mankind, folly and ignorance be thine in great 
 revenew;heavenbleffe thee froma Tutor,and Difcipline 
 come notneere thee. Let thy blod be thy direction till 
 thy death, then if fhe that [ayes thee out fayes thou art a 
 faire coarfe, Ie be {worne and {worne upon't fhe never 
 fhrowded any but Lazars, Amen. Whet’s Achilles? , 
 
 Patr. What artthon devout? watt thou in a prayer? 
 
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 Ther. 1, the heavens heare mes 
 
 Achiel. Who's there ? 
 Patr. Therfites, my Lord. 
 
 The Tragedy of Troyl us and (wefsida, 
 
 were otherwife : that I could beate him, whil'ft he rail’d’ 
 
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 | Achil. W here,where, art thou come ? why my cheefe, 
 { my digeftion, why haft thou not ferv'd thy {elfe iffto my 
 | Table, io many meales ?Come, what's Agamemnon ? 
 | Zher. Thy Commander Achslles; then tell me Patro- 
 clus, what's Achilles ? 
 
 ‘Patr, Thy Lord Therfires: then tell me I pray chee, 
 what’s thy feife ? 
 | Ther. Thy knower Patroclu: then tell me Patroclus 
 | what art thou ? 
 
 Patr. Thon maift tell that know’ft. 
 
 Achil, O tell, tell. 
 Ther.Ue decline the whole queftion: Agamemnon com= 
 
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 er, and Patroclus is a foole. 
 Patro, Yourafeall. 
 
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 | mands Achrhes, Achilles is my Lord,I am Patreclus know- 
 
 | Ther, Peace foole; I have not done. 
 
 e-fchil. He is apriviledg’d man, proceede Ther/ites. 
 Ther. Agamemmaen is a foole, Achsllesis a foole, There 
 
 | ftesisafoole, andas atorefaid, Patreclus isa foole. 
 
 Achil, Derive this : come ? 
 Ther. Agememnenisafoole to offer to command A- 
 
 | chiles, Achilles is a foolto be commanded of Agamemnon, 
 | Therfites is afoole to ferve fuch a foole: and Patrolus isa 
 
 foole pofitiue. 
 
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 | Patr. Whyam [a foole? 
 
 Enter Agam:mnon, Visfjes, Neftor, Diomedes, 
 Ajax, and (halcas. 
 
 Ther. Make that demand to the Creator, it fuffifes me 
 thou art., Looke you, whocomes here ? 
 
 Achil, Patrocluss lle {peake with no body: comein | 
 
 with me Ther fites. Exit. 
 
 Ther. Heere is fuch patchery, fuch jugling, and fuch | 
 knavery ; allthe argumentisa Cuckoldanda Whore, a | 
 good quarrell to draw emulations factions, and bleed to 
 death upon : Now thedry Sarpego onthe fubject, and | 
 
 Warre and Lechery confound all. 
 e4gam. Whereis e4chilles ? 
 Patre Within his Tent, butill difpofd my Lord. 
 efgam, Let it be knowne to him that we are here : 
 He fent our Meflengers, and we lay by 
 Our appertainments, vifiting of him + 
 Let him be tdld of, lealt perchance he thinke 
 We dare not move the queftion of our place, 
 Or know not what we are. 
 Pat. I fhall fo fay to hint. 
 Vs. We faw him at the opening of his Tent, 
 He is not ficke. 
 
 Aid. Yes, Lyon ficke, ficke of a proud heart:yon may } 
 
 call it Melabcholly if you will favour the man, but by my 
 
 head,’tis pride; but why,why,let him {how us the caufe? | 
 
 A word my Lord. 
 Nef. What moves Ajax thusto bay at him ? 
 V&hf. eAfchilles hath inveigled his Foole from him. 
 Nef- Who, Therfites. 
 Vif. He. 
 
 Nef: Then will e4jax lacke matter, if he have loft his | 
 
 Argument. 
 
 Vif. No, you fee heis his argument that hashis argu- | 
 
 ment Achsiles, 
 
 Nef. Allthe better, their fraction is more our with | 
 then their faction ; but it was a ftrong counfell that a | 
 
 Foole could difunite, 
 
 Vif; Theamity that wifedome knits not, folly may | 
 
 eafily vnties Enter Patroclus, 
 
 | Exter Achilles. 
 
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 Here comes Patroclu. 
 | Nef. No Acbéleswith him ? : pees, 
 Vé{. The Elephant hath joynts,but none for curtefic; 
 
 His legges are legges for necelfity, not for flight. 
 
 Patro, Achilles bids mefay,he is much forry : 
 If any thing more then your {port and pleafure, 
 Did move your greatneffe, and this noble State, 
 To cail upon him ; he hopes itis no other, 
 | Bat for your health,and your difgeftion fake ; 
 | Anafter Dinners breath. 
 | Aga. Heare you Patroclas : 
 | We are too well acquainted with thefe anfwers « 
 | But his evafion wine’d thus {wife with icorne, 
 Cannot outflye ourapprehenfions. 
 Muchatrribute he hath, and much the reafon, 
 Why weafcribeittohim, yet all his vertues, 
 (Not verttionfly of his owne part beheld) 
 | Doe in our eyes, begin tolofe their glofie ; 
 And like faire Frait in an unholfome difh, 
 Areliketo rot untafted ; goe andtell him, 
 Wecome to fpeake with him ; and you fhall not firine, 
 If youdos fay, we thinke him over proud, 
 | And under honeft : infelfeaffumption greater (felfe. 
 Then in the note of iudgement : and worthier then him- 
 | Heretends the favage f{trangenefle he puts on, 
 | Difguife the holy ftrength of their command : 
 | And under write in an obferving kind 
 | His humorous predominance, yea watch 
 | Hispettith lines, his ebs, his flowes, asif 
 The paflage and whole carriage of this action 
 Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, aud adde, 
 That if he over-hold his price fo much, 
 Wee’ll none of him ; but let him,like an Engin 
 Not portable, lye under this report. 
 Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre + 
 A ftirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance give, 
 Beforea {leeping Gyant : tell him fo. 
 Pat. I fhall, and bring his anfwer prefently. 
 Aga. In fecond voyce wee'll not be fatisfied, * 
 We come to fpeake with him, VAfes enter you. 
 Exit Viiffes. 
 
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 Ajax. What ishe nore then another ? 
 
 Aga. Nomore then what he thinkes he is. 
 
 Ajax. Ishefo much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes 
 himfelfe a better man then I am ? 
 
 Aga. No queftion. 
 
 Ajax. Will you fub{cribe histhought, and fay he is ? 
 
 Aga.No, Noble Ajax, youare as ftrong, as valiant, as 
 wile, no leffenoble, much more gentle, and altogether 
 more-tractable. 
 
 Ajaxe Why fhould aman be proud ? How doth pride 
 grow ? 1 know not what it is. 
 
 Aga. Your mind is the cleerer Ajax ,and your vertues 
 the fairer;he that is proud,cates up himfelfe;Pride is his 
 owne Glafle;his owne trumpet,his owne Chronicle,and 
 
 | what ever praifes it felfe but in the deed, devoures the 
 deede in the praife. 
 Enter Viyffes. 
 
 Ajax. I doe hate a proud man,as I hate the ingendring 
 | of Toades. 
 Nef. Yet he loves himfelfe : is’t not ftrange? 
 Vif. Achilles will not to the field to morrow, 
 Aga, What’shis excufe ? 
 Vif. Be dothrelye on none, 
 | But catfieson the ftreame of his difpofe, 
 | Without obfervance or re(pect of any, 
 | 
 
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 voylus and 
 
 '. Mutt not fo ftaule his Palme, nobly acquir’d, 
 \ Nor by my will affubiugate his merit, 
 | Asamplytitledas Achilles is : by going to Achilles, 
 
 El —— anne eee 6 
 
 (vefsida. 
 
 In will peculiar, and in felfe admiffion- 
 e4ca. Why, willhe not upon our fairerequett, 
 Vntent his perfon, and fhare the ayre with us? 
 Vif: Things {mall as nothing, for requefts fake onely 
 He makes important 3 poffeft he is with greatneffe, 
 And {peakes not to himfelfe, but with a pride 
 That quarrels at felfe-breath. Imagin’d wroth 
 Holds in his bloud fuch fwolne and hot difcourfe; 
 That twixt his mentall and his active parts ; 
 Kingdopyd Achilles in commotion rages, 
 And batters gainft it felte; what fhould I fay ¢ 
 He is fo plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, 
 Cry no recovery. 
 
 Aga. Let Ajax goe to him. 
 
 Deare Lord, Zoe youand greete him in his Tent; 
 Tis faid he holds you well, and will be led 
 At your requeft alitele from himfelfe. 
 
 Vif, O Agamemnon, let it not be fo. 
 Wee'leconfecrate the fteps that Ajax makes, 
 When they goe from Achiles ; fhall the proud Lord, 
 T hat baftes his arrogance with his owne feame, — 
 And never fuffers matter of the world, 
 
 Enter his thoughts : fave fuch as doc revolue 
 And ruminate himfelfe. Shall he be worfhipt; 
 Of that we hold an Idoll, more then he? 
 
 No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord, 
 
 | That were to enlard his fatalready, pride, 
 | And adde more ColestoCancer, when he burnes 
 { With entertaining great Htperion. 
 | This L. goe to him ? /upier forbid, 
 | And fay in thunder, Achilles goe to him. 
 Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him: 
 Dio. And how his filence drinkes up thisapplaufe. 
 Aja. If Igoe tohim, with my armed fifte path aim 
 ore the face. 
 Ags. O no, you fhall not goe. : 
 Aja. Anda be proud with me, ile phefe his pride: let 
 me goe to him. 
 Wu. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. 
 Aja. A paultry infolent fellow. 
 Nef. How he defcribes himfelfe. 
 Aja. Can he not be fociable? 
 Visf- The Raven chides blacknefle. 
 A ja. Ne let hishumors blood. 
 _ Aga. He will be the Phyfitian that fhonld be the pa- 
 tient. 
 Aja. And all men were amy minde. © 
 Vif, Wit would be out of fathion. 
 
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 Aja. A fhould not beare it fo, a fhouild cate Swords | 
 
 firft : fhall pride carry it? 
 Nef. And’twould ,you'ldcarry halfe. 
 Uli A would, have ten fharres. 
 Aja. Twill knede him, lie make him fupple, he’snot 
 yet through warme. 
 Nest, Force him with praifes, poure i 
 ambition isdry. 
 Viif. My L. you feede too much on this diflike. 
 Nest. Our noble Generall, doe not doe fo. _ 
 Dio. You tuft prepareto fight witheut Achilles, 
 Vé/. Why,’ tis this naming of him doth him harme, 
 Heere is a man, but “tis before bis'face, 
 I will be filent. 
 Neft. Wherefore fhould you fo? 
 
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Troylus and (refsida. 
 
 He is not emulous,as eA chiles is. 
 Vif; "Know the whole world he is as valiant: 
 4i4.A horfon dog, that fhall palter thus with us,would 
 he werea Treian. , 
 Nest. Whata vice were it in .dia¥ now =—— 
 _ Vif. Ifhe were proud. 
 Dio. Or covetous of praife. 
 Ub, I, or furly borne. 
 Dio. Or ftrange, orfelfe affected. 
 ULThank the heavens L,thou art of {weet compofure; 
 Prayfe him that got thee, fhe that gave thee fucke : 
 Fame be thy Tutor, and thy parts of nature 
 Thrice fam’d beyond, beyond all erudition ; 
 But he thardifciplin’dthy armesto fight, 
 Let AZars devide Eternity in twaine, 
 And give him halfe, and for thy vigor, 
 Bull-bearing 14s/o his addition yeelde 
 To finnowie Aiax : I will not praifethy wifedome, 
 Which likea bourne,a pale, a fhore confines 
 Thy fpacious and dilated parts ; here’s Nestor 
 Inftructed by the Antiquary times : 
 He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife. 
 But pardon Father Weffor, were your dayes 
 As greene asetiax,and your braine fo temper’d, 
 You fhonld not have the eminence of him, 
 But he as Aiax. 
 4ia. Shall I call you Father ? 
 Ulf. I my good Sonne. 
 Die, Be rul’'d by him Lord eax. 
 Vif. There is notarrying here,the Hart Achslles 
 Keepesthicker: pleafe it our Gencrall : 
 Tocall together all this ftate of warre, 
 Frefh Kings are cometo Tray ; to morrow 
 We mnft with all our maine of power ftandfaft: * 
 And here’sa Lord, (come Knights frem Eaftto Welt, 
 And cull their fowre,) Aiax hall cope the beft. 
 4g. Goe we to Counfaile, let Achilles fleepe ; 
 Light Botes may faile {wift though greater bulkesdraw 
 deepe. Exeunt. Muficke founds within. 
 
 Enter Pandarus and a Servant. 
 Pan. Friend, yon, pray youa word : Doe not you fol- 
 low the yong Lord Paris? 
 Ser. I fir, When he goes before me. 
 Pan, You depend upon him I meane ? 
 Ser. Sir, I doe depend upon the Lord. 
 Pan You depend upon anoble Gentleman: I muft 
 heedes praife him. 
 Ser. The Lord be praifed. 
 Pa. Youknow me, doe you not ? 
 Ser. Faith fir, fuperficially ze 
 Pa. Friend know me better, 1 amthe Lord Pandarus. 
 Séer..I hope I fhall know your honour better. 
 Pa. | doe defire it. 
 Ser. You are in the ftate of Grace ? 
 | Pa, Grace, not fo friend, honour and Lordfhip are my 
 title: What Mufique is this ; : 
 Ser. I doe but partly know fir : it is Muficke in parts. 
 ‘Pa. Know youthe Mufitians- 
 Ser. Wholly fir. 
 Pas Who play they to? 
 Ser. Tothe hearers fire _ 
 Pa. At whole pleafure friend ? 
 ‘Ser. At mine fir, and theirs that love Mufickes 
 Pa. Command, I meane friend. 
 Ser, Who fhall I command fir 
 
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 ‘Pa.Friend,we underftand not one another : I ath too 
 courtly, and thou art too cunning, At whofe requelt doe 
 thefe men play ? 
 
 Ser. That’s too'tindeede fir: marry fir, at the requeft 
 ot Parts my L. who’sthere in perfon;with him the mor- 
 tall Venus , the heart blood of beauty, loves invifible 
 foule. 
 
 Pa. Who? my Cofin (reffida. 
 
 Ser. No, fir, Helen, could you not finde out that by 
 her attributes 2 
 
 Pa. It fhould feeme fellow ,thatthou haft notfeenthe 
 Lady Creffida. Icome to {peake with Paris from the 
 Prince Troylus : 1 will make acomplementall affault upon 
 him,for my bufineffe feethes. 
 
 Ser. Sodden bufinefle, there's a ftewed phrafe indeede. 
 
 Enter P aris and Helena. 
 
 Pan.Faire beto you my Lord, and to all this faire con- 
 pany: faire defires inall faire meafure fairely guidethem, 
 efpecially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts bee your 
 faire pillow. 
 
 Hel, Deere L. youate full of faire words. 
 
 Pan. You{peake your faire pleafure {weet Queene : 
 fairc Prince, here is good broken Muficke. 
 
 Par. You have broken it cozen: and by my life you 
 fhall make it whole againe, you fhall peece it out witha 
 peece of your performance. Wei, he is full of harmony. 
 
 Pan. Truely Lady-no. 
 
 Hel. O fir. 
 
 Pan. Rude in footh, in good footh very rude. 
 
 Paris, We'lfaid my Lord : well, you fay foin fits, - 
 
 Pan. I have bufinefle to my Lord, deere Queene: my 
 Lord willyou vouchfafe me a word ? 
 
 Hel. Nay, this fhall not hedge us out, weele heare you 
 fing certainely. 
 
 Pan. Well fweete Queene youare pleafant with mee, 
 but, marry thus my Lord,my deere Lord,and moft eftec- 
 ined friend your brother Trey/ws. ’ 
 
 Hel. My Lord Pandarus, hony {weete Lord, 
 
 Pan. Go to fweete Queene, goe to. 
 
 Commends himfelfe mott affectionarely to you. 
 
 Hel. You fhall not bob us out of our melody + 
 If youdoe, our melancholly upon your head. 
 
 Pan, Sweete Queene, fweete Queene, that’s a fweete 
 Queene I faith——— 
 
 Hel. Andto makea {weet Lady fad,is a fowre offence. 
 
 Pan. Nay, that fhall not ferve your turne, that fhail it 
 not intruth!a. Nay, I care not for fuch words, no, no. 
 And my Lord he defires you,that if the King call for him 
 at Supper, you will make this excufe. 
 
 Hel, My Lord Pandarus? 
 
 Pan. What fayes my {weete Queene, my very very 
 {weete Queetie ? 
 
 Par. Whatexploit’sin hand, were fups he to night ? 
 
 Hel, Nay but my Lord? 
 
 Pan. What fayes my fweete Queene ? my cozZen will 
 fall out with you. 
 
 Hel. You muft not know where he fups, 
 
 Pan. With my difpofer (reffida. 
 
 Pan. No,no; ao fuch matter,you are wide,come your 
 difpofer is ficke- . 
 
 Par. Well, lle make excufe. 
 
 Pan. I good my Lord : why fhould you fay (reffda? 
 no, your poere difpofer’s ficke. . 
 
 Par, I {pie 
 
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 Pan. You fpie, what doe you {pic? come, give mean 
 Inftrument now {weete Queene. 
 
 Hel. Why thisis kindly done? : 
 
 Pas. My Necce is horrible in love with athing you 
 have {weet Queene. a 
 
 Hel. She fhall have it my Lord , ifit be not my Lord 
 ‘Paris. 
 
 Pand; Hee? no fheele none of him, they two are 
 twaine- 
 
 Hed. Falling in after falling out ,;may make tt 
 
 Pan. Come, come, tle heareno more ot this, 
 you a fong now. 
 
 Hel, 1,1,pretheenow : by my troth {weet Lord thou 
 hafta fine fore-head. 
 
 Pan, I youmay, you may. 
 
 Hel. Let thy fongbelove: thislove willundoe us all. 
 Oh Cupid, Cupid,Capid. 
 
 Pas. Love ? I thitit fhall yfaith. 
 
 Par. 1, good now love; love, nothing but love. 
 
 Pan. In good troth it begins fo. 
 
 make them three. 
 Ile fing 
 
 Love, love, nothing but love, [ti more : 
 For O loves Bow, * 
 
 Shootes both Bucke and Doe : 
 
 The Shaft confonnds not that st mounds, 
 But tickles S44 the fore : 
 
 Thefe Lovers cry, ob hothey dye ; 
 
 Ler that which feemes they wound to kill, 
 Doth turne ob bo, to ha ha he : 
 
 So dying love lives frill, 
 
 O ho a while, butha ha ba ; 
 
 O ho grones ont for ha ha ha=hey ho. 
 
 Hel, Inloveyfaith to the very tip of the nofe. 
 
 Par. He eates nothing but doves love, and that breeds 
 hotbloud, and hot bloud begets hotthoughts, and hot 
 thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedesis love. 
 
 Pan. Is thisthe generation of love ? Hot bloud, hot 
 thonghts, and hot deedes,why they are Vipers, is Love a 
 generation of Vipers? 
 
 _Sweete Lord whofe a field to day ? 
 
 Par. Hetior, Deiphobus, Helenws, Anthenor, and all the 
 gallantry of Zroy. 1 would faine have arm’d to day , but 
 my Nell would not have it fo. 
 
 How chance my brother Troy/us went not ? 
 ’ Hel. He hangs thelippe at fomething ; yon knew all 
 Lord FP andarus? 
 Pan. Not Lhony fweete Queene: I long to heare how 
 they {ped to day : 
 Youle remember your brothers excufe ? 
 
 Par. Toahayre. 
 
 Pas. Farewell fweete Queene. 
 
 Hel, Commend me to your Neece. 
 
 Pan. 1 will {weete Queene. Sound avetreat, 
 
 Par. They’re come from fielde : let us to ‘Priams Hall 
 Togreete the warriors. Sweet Hellen, muft wooe you, 
 To helpeunarme our Heéfor : his {tubborne buckles, 
 With thefe your white enchanting fingers toucht, 
 
 Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele, 
 Or force of Greekith finewes, you fhall doe more 
 Then all the Iland Kings, difarme great Hector, 
 
 Hel. ’Twillmake us proudto be your fervant Pars: 
 Yea what he fhall receive of usin duetie, 
 
 Gives us more palme in beauty then we have : 
 Yea overfhines our felfe. 
 
 Sweete above thought Ilove thee. Exennt. 
 
 The Tragedy of Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 Enter Pandarus and Troylus\ Man, 
 Pan. How now, where'sthy Mafter , at my Conze 
 Creffidas? 
 Man.Nofir, he ftayes for you to conduét himthither. 
 Enter Troylus. ; 
 Pan.O hete he comes : How now, how now? 
 Troy. Sirrawalke off. 
 Pan. Have you feene my Coufin? 
 _ Troy. No Pandarus: 1 ftalke about her doort 
 Like a ftrange foule uponthe Stigian bankes 
 Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon, 
 And give me {wift tranfportance to thofe fields, 
 Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds 
 Propos’d tor the deferver. O gentle Pandarms, 
 From (upids fhoulder plucke his painted wings; 
 And flye with meto Crefid. 
 
 Pan. Walke here ith’ Orchard,tle bringher ftraight, | 
 
 Exit Pandarns. 
 Troy. Lam giddy; expectation whirlesmeround, 
 Th’ imaginary relifh is fofweete, 
 T hat it inchants my fence : what will it be 
 When that the watry pallats tafte indeede . 
 Loves thrice reputed Nectar ? Death Ifeareme 
 Sounding deftruction, or fome joy too fine, 
 Too fabtile,potent, and too fharpe in {weetnefle, 
 For the capacitie of my ruder powers; 
 I feare it much, and I doe feare befides, 
 That 1 fhail loofe diftinion in. my joyes, 
 As doth a battaile, when they charge on heapes 
 The enemy fi, ing. Enter Pandaris. 
 Pas. Shce’s making her ready, fheele come ftraight;you 
 muit be witty now, fhe does fo bluth & fetches her wind 
 fo fhort,as if fhe were fraid witha fpritesIle fetch hersi 
 
 is the prettieft villaine,the fetches her breath fo fhort asa Me 
 
 new tane Sparrow. Exit Rand, — 
 Troy. Even {uchapaffion doth embrace my bofome + | 
 My heart beates thicker then a feavorous pulfe, 
 Andall my powers doe their beftowing loofe, 
 Like vaflalage at unawarres encountring 
 The eye of Majefty. 7 
 Enter Pandarus and Creffida. 
 Pas. Come, come, what neede you blufh? 
 Shamega babie; here the is now, {weare the oathes now |” 
 taher,that you have {worne to me. W hat are you gonea ) 
 gaine, yon mutt be watcht ere you be madetame , 
 your come your wayes,come your wayes, and youdraw . 
 bac ward weele put you i’th files:why doyou notfpeak | 
 to her?Come draw this curtaine, & let’s fee your pictures |” 
 Alaffe the day , how loath youare to offend day light? and | 
 *twere darke you'ld clofe fooner. So,fo, rub on,and kiffe | 
 the miftrefle ; how now, akifiein fec-farme? build there | 
 Carpenter; the ayreis{weete. Nay,you {hall fight your} 
 hearts outere I partyou, The Faulcon, asthe Tercell,for | 
 allthe Ducksith River : go to, go to. M4 
 Troy. Youhavebereft me of all words Lady. 4 
 Pas. Words pay no debts; give her deedes : but fheele 
 bereave you ‘oth’ deeds too, if thee call your aGtivity it | 
 queftion: what billing againe ? here’sin witnefle where | 
 of the Partics interchangeably. Come in,comein, He go | 
 geta fire. Exit Pand, t 
 Cref. Will youwalke in my Lord? a 
 Troy. O Creffida, how often have lwithtme thus? |” 
 Cre. Witht my Lord? the godsgrant? © my Lord: |” 
 Troy. What fhould they grant? what makes this pret } 
 y abruption : what too curious dreg efpies my fweet ie 
 y in the fountaine of our love? : ee 
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The 1 Tragedy of Troyla of Troylus and (Crefsida. 
 
 Cref. More dregs his water, ice tediscesimee’ | my teares have eyes. 
 
 Troy. Feares make divels of Cherubins, they never fee 
 truely. 
 
 Cref, Blind feare,that feeing reafon leads, findes fafer 
 foeting, then blinde reafon, {tumbling without feare: to 
 feare the worft, oft cures the worfe. 
 
 Troy. Ob let my Lady apprehend no feare, 
 
 Inall (péds Pageant there is prefented no moniter. 
 
 Cref, Nor nothing monftrous neither ? 
 
 Troy. Nothing but their undertakings, when we vow 
 to weepe {eas, live in fire,eate rockes,tame Tygers, think- 
 ing it harder for our Miftrefle to devife impofition 
 inough, then for us to undergoe any ditficultie impofed. 
 Thisis the monttruofitie in love (Lady, )that the wiil is 
 infinite, andthe execution confin’d; that the defire is 
 boundleffe, and the act a flave to limit. 
 
 Cref. T hey fay all lovers {weare more performance 
 thenthey areable , and yet referve an ability that they 
 never performe:vowing more then the perfection of ten; 
 and difcharging leffe thea the tevth part ofone. They 
 that have the v oyce of Lyons, and the ac&t of Hares: are 
 they net monfters? 
 
 Troy. Are there fuch? fuch are ndt-we : Praifeusas we 
 are talted ,allowus as we prove: our head fhall goe bare 
 till meric crowne it : no perfection in reverfion hall have 
 apraife in prefent: wee will not name defert before his 
 birth,and being borne his addition fhall be humble : few 
 words to faire faith. Troylus fhallbe fuch to Creffid, as 
 what envy can fay worft, fhall be amocke for his trath ; ; 
 ray what truth can focake trueft, not truer then Zroy- 
 
 us 
 
 ref. Will you walke in my Lord? 
 
 Enter Pandarus. 
 
 Pan, What bluthing ftill? have you not done talking 
 yet ? 
 
 Cref. Weil Vnckle , what folly Icommit , I dedicate 
 toyou. 
 
 Pan, I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of 
 you, youle give him me: betrue to my Lord, if he flinch, 
 chide me for ir. 
 
 Troy. Y ou know now your hoftages: your Vnckles word 
 and my firme faith. 
 
 Pan, Nay, Ile give my word for her too: our kindred 
 thoughthey be long ere they arewooed, they are con- 
 ftant being wonne : they are Burres.Jcan tell you,they’le 
 fticke where they are throwne,. 
 
 (ref: Boldneffe comes to me now ; and brings mee 
 heart: Prince Troylus,t have loy'd youmghtand day for 
 many weary moneths. 
 
 Troy. Why was my (reffidthenfo hard to win ? 
 
 Cref. Hard to feeme won: but I was wonmy Lord 
 With the firft glance that ever: pardonme, 
 
 FT confeffe mach you will play the tyrant 
 
 Tove you now, but not till now fo much 
 But I might mafter it; in faith I lye: 
 My thoughts were like nnbrideled children,growtie 
 Too head- {trong for their mother : fee we fooles, 
 Why have I blab’d? who fhall be true to us 
 
 hea we are fo unfecret to our felves? 
 
 But though I low’d you well, I wooed you not; 
 And yet good faith I witht my felfeaman ; 
 
 Or that the women had mens priviledge 
 
 Of fpeaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, 
 
 orinthis rapture I {hall furely {peake j 
 Thething { {hall repent : fee, fee, your filence 
 Comming in dumbnefle,from my weakeneffe drawes 
 
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 My foule of counfell from me. Stop my mouth. 
 Troy. And fhall, albeit {weete Muficke iffues thence. 
 Pan. Pretty yfaith. 
 Cre: My Lord I doe befeech you pardon me, 
 "Twas not my purpofe thus to beg a kiffe : 
 Tamafham’d; O Heavens, what have J done ! 
 For this time will I take my leave my Lord. 
 Troy. Your leave {weet Creffid ? 
 te as. Leave ! and you take leavetill to morrow mor- 
 ning. 
 Cref. Pray you content you. 
 Troy. W hat offends you Lady ? 
 Cre]. Sir mine owne company. 
 Yroy. You cannot fhun your feife. 
 Cref, Letme goeandtry : 
 I havea kindeof felfe refides with you : 
 But an unkinde felfe, thar it felfe willleave; 
 Tobe anothers foole. Where is my wit? 
 1 would be gone : I fpeake I know not what. 
 Troy. Well know they what they fpeake, that {peake 
 fo wifely. 
 (ref: Perchance my Lord, {hew more craft then love, 
 And fell fo roundly roa large confeffion, 
 To Angle for your thoughts : but you are wile, 
 Or elfe you love not : for to be wifeand love, 
 Exceedes mans might, that dwels with gods above: 
 Troy. O that I thoughr i it could be in a woman : 
 And if it can, I will prefume i in you, 
 To feede for aye her lampeand flames of love, 
 To keepeher conftancie in plight andyouth, 
 Out-living beauties outward, withaminde 
 That doth renew {wifter then blood decaies : 
 Or that per{wafion could but thus convince me, 
 That m by iattegr itieand truth toyou, 
 Might be affronted with the matchand waight 
 Of fuch a winnowed puritic in love 
 How were I then up-lifted / but alas, 
 I am aS true, astruths fimplicitie, 
 And fimpler then the infancie of truth. 
 Cref- Inthat Ile warre with you. 
 Troy. Overtuous fight, 
 Whenright with right wars,who fhall bemoftright? 
 True fwaines in love, hall in the world to come 
 Approvetheir truths by 7vey/ws when theirrimes; 
 Full of protelt, of oathand big compare 
 Want {miles: trucheir’d with:iteration, 
 As trueas fteele,as plantage to the Moone : 
 As Sunne to day, as Turtle to her mate: 
 As Ironto Adamant; as Earth to th’ Center : 
 Yet after all comparifons of truth, 
 (Astruths authenticke author to be cited ) 
 Astrueas Troylws, fhall crowne up the Verfe, 
 And {anctifie the numbers, 
 (ref: Prophet may you be: 
 If [ be falfé, or fwervea haire from truth, 
 When time is old and'hath forgot it felte : 
 When water-drops haveworne the ftones of Troy; 
 And blinde oblivion fwatlow’'d Cities up; 
 And mightie Statescharacterlefle are grated 
 To duftie nothing ; yet let memory, 
 From falfe to falfe, among falfe Maides in love. 
 Vpbraid my falfehood, when they’ave faid as falfe, 
 As Aire, as Water,as Winds , as fandie earth; 
 As Foxe to Lambe ; as Wolfeto Heifers Calfe ; 
 Pard to the Hinde, or Stepdameto her Sonne ; 
 Yea, let them fay, to ay the heart of falfehood,’ 
 
 Aaa Ite SE aS 
 
Asfalfe as Creffid. 
 
 Pand. Goto, abargaine made: {eale it , feale it, Ie 
 be the witnefle,here I hoid your hand: here my Coufins, 
 if ever you prove falfe one to another, fince 1 have taken 
 {uch paines to bring you together, let all pittifull goers 
 betweene be cal’d tothe worlds end after my name: call 
 them all Panders ; let allconftant men be Troyiufes , all 
 falfe women (reffids, and ailbrokers betweene,Panders : 
 
 fay, Amen, 
 Troy. Amen. 
 (ref. Amene 
 
 Pan. Amen. 
 
 Whereupon I will fhew youa Chamber, which bed,be- 
 caufe it fhall not {peake of your prettie encounters;prefle 
 
 it to death : away. 
 And Cupid grant-all tong-tide Maidens heere, 
 
 Bed, Chamber,and Pander,to provide this geere.E xeunt. 
 
 ‘Enterr Vigffes, Diomedes, Nestor eA gamensno 
 Menelaus and Calcas. 
 
 (ak Now Princes for thefervice I have done you, 
 
 Th’advantage of the timeprompts mealoud, — 
 
 To call for recompence: appeare it toyour mince, 
 That through the-fight | beare in things to loves 
 I kaveabandon’d Troy, left my pofle!fion, 
 Incur’'da'Traytors mame, expes’d my ielfe, 
 
 From certaineand poffe(t conveniences, 
 
 To doubtfall fortunes; fequeftring from meail 
 That time, acquaintance, cuftome and condition, 
 Made tame, and moft familiar tomy nature = 
 And here todoe you fervice am beeomes 
 Asnew into the world, ftrange unacquainted. 
 
 I doc befeech you, as in way of tafte, 
 
 To give me now alittle benefit: 
 
 Out of thofe many regiftred in promife, 
 Which you fay, live to come in my behalfes 
 
 e4gam, What would’ft thou of us Troyan? make 
 
 demand ? 
 
 Cal. You have a Troian prifoner, cal'd Authenor, 
 Yefterday tooke ; Troy holds him very deere. 
 Oft Kavé you (often have you, thankes therefore) 
 Defir’d my Creffid.in right greatexchange- 
 
 Whom Troy hath ftilldeni’d + but this Aunthenor , 
 Tknow is fucha wreft:in their affaires, 
 | That their negotiations all muftflacke, 
 
 Wanting his mannage: and they willalmoft, 
 
 Give usa Prince of blood, a Sonne of Priam, 
 
 Inchange of him. Let him be fent great Princes; 
 
 And he hall buy my Daughter : arid her prefence, 
 } Shall quite {trike offal fervice 1 havedone, 
 
 { In moft accepted paine. 
 e4ga. Let Diomedes beare him,’ 
 
 And bring us Creffid hither-: (leas fhall have 
 
 What he requelts ofits: good Diemed 
 
 Furnifh you tairely for this enterchange 5 
 
 Withall bring word, if Heéor wiilto morrow 
 
 Beanfwer'd inhis challenge. e4jax is ready. 
 
 Dio. This thall Jundertake, and*tisa burthen 
 
 Which I am proud to beare.: 0 SExite 
 
 Enter Achilles and Patreclus in their Text. 
 Vif, Achilles tandsi’th entrance of his Tent ; 
 Pleafe it our Generall to paffe ftrangely by him, 
 | As if he were forgot : and Princes all, 
 | Lay negligent and loofe regard upon him ; 
 I will come laft, tis like hee’bqueftion me; 
 
 The Tragedy of Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 Why fuch unplaufive eyesare bent ? why turn don him? 
 If fo, Lhave derifion medicinable, 
 To ufe betweene your ftrangenefie and his pride, 
 Which his owne will fhall have defire to drinke ; 
 It may doe good, pride hath no other glafle 
 To fhow it {elfe, but pride: for fupple knees, 
 Feede arrggance, and are the proud mans fees. 
 Agam. WN ecle execute your purpofe, and puton 
 A forme of ftrangeneffe as we paffe along, 
 So doe each Lord, and cither greete him not, 
 Or elfe difdainfuliy, which fhall fhake him more; 
 Then ifnor lookt on. I will leade the ways 
 e4chil. What comes the Generall to fpeake withme? 
 You know my minde, Ile fight no more ’gain{t Troy. 
 Aga. Whatfayes Achilles, would he ought with us? 
 Nef. Would.you my Lord ought with the Generall? 
 Achil, No. 
 Nef. Nothing my Lord. 
 e4a. The better. 
 Achil, Good'day, good day. 
 Men. How doe you? how doe you ? 
 Achi. What does the Cuckold fcorne me? 
 eAjax, How now Patroclus? 
 Achil, Good morrow Ajax? 
 evjax. Ha, 
 Achil, Good morrow. 
 Ajax, 1,and good next day too. Exennte 
 Achif, What meane thefe fellowes? know they not 
 Achilles? 
 
 Patr. They pafle ftrangely: they were us’dto bend, © 
 
 To lend their {miles before them to Achilles : 
 
 To come as humbly as they us’d to creepe to holy Altatss 
 
 eAchil. Whatam I poore of late? 
 
 "Tis certaine, ereatnef{e once faine out with fortune, 
 Muft fall out with mentoo : what the declin'd is, 
 He fhall as foone reade inthe eyesofothers, 
 Asfeele in his owne fall: for menlike butterflies, 
 Shew not their mealie wings, but to the Summer j 
 And not a.man for being fimpleman, 
 
 Hath any honor ; but honor’d by thofe honours 
 That are withouthim; as place, riches, favour 
 Prizes of accident, as oftas merit : 
 
 Which whenthiey fall (as being flippery ftanders) 
 ‘The love that leand on them as flippery too, 
 
 Doth on plucke downe another, and rogether 
 
 Dye inthe fall, But ‘tis not fo with me ; 
 
 Fortune and I are friends, [doe enjoy 
 
 At ample pointall that I did poffeffe, . 
 
 Save thefe mens lookes : who do methinkes finde out 
 
 Something not worthin me fich rich beholding; 
 As they have often given. Here is Viifes, 
 Lc interrrupt his reading t how now UAfes? 
 Vif. Now great Thetes Sonne. 
 eAchil. Whatare you reading ? 
 Vif. A ftrange fellow bere 
 Writes me, that man, how dearely ever parted, 
 | How much in having, or without, or in, 
 Cannot make boatt to have that which he hath ; 
 Nor feeles not what he owes, but by reflections 
 As when his vertues fhining upon others, 
 Heatethem,and they retort that heate againe 
 Tothe firft giver. 
 Achit. Thisis not ftrange Viiffes : 
 The beautie that is borne here in the face >” 
 The bearer knowesnot, but commends itfelfe, 
 
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 Not going from it felfe : but eye to eye oppos'd, kis 
 
The » Tragedy of Ti rol and C refsida. 
 
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 Salutes each orher with each others formes 
 For {peculation turnes nottoit felfe, 
 Tillit hath travail’d and is married there 
 Whete it may fee it felfesthis is not ftrangeat all. 
 
 U4/. Idoe not ftraine it at the pofit — 
 Itistamiliar ; but atthe Authorsdri 
 Who inhis circumftance, exprefly et oves 
 That no man isthe Lord of at ry thing, 
 (Though inand of himthere is muchconfitti ng, ) 
 Till he communicate his parts to others : 
 Nor doth he of himfelfe know them for ought, 
 Till he behold them formed in th’ a; plaufe, 
 Where they are extended: who li kean arch reverb rates 
 The voice againe; orlikea gate of fteele, 
 Fronting the Sunne ,recely rs backe 
 His figure, and his heate. I was much rapt in this 
 And < eppreh ended here immediately 
 The taknowne Ajax ; 
 Heavens whata man isthere 7 a very Horfe, (are 
 That has he knowes not what Didier eC, W hat things there 
 Moft abject in regard, and deare in ufe. 
 What things againe moft deere in the efteeme, 
 
 And poore in worth: now fhall we feeto morrow, 
 Anatt that very chanee doth throw upon him ? 
 Ajax renown'd? O heavens, what fome men doe, 
 While fome men leave to doc ! 
 How fome men he in skittith fortunes ha! 
 Whiles others play the Ideots in her eyes : 
 How one man eates into anothers pride, 
 While priseis feafting in his wantonnefle 
 To fee thefe Grecian Lords ; why, evenalready, 
 They clap the lubber e4/ ja on the fhoulder, 
 Asif his foore were on brave Hectors bret, 
 And great rey fhrinking. 
 
 ela I doe beleeve it: 
 For they pafi by me, as mifers doe by beggars, 
 Neither g gave to me good word, uor good looke 
 What are my deedes for got ? 
 
 Vif, Time hath (ay Lord) a wallet at his backe, 
 Wherein he puts almes for oblivion : 
 A great fiz’d montter of ingratitudes : 
 Thofe {craps are good ee palt, 
 Which aredevour'das faltas the y are made, 
 Forgot as fooneasdone: perieverance, deere my 
 Keepes honour bright: to. have done, isto hang 
 Quite out of fathion, like aruftie male, 
 In monumentalt mockrie: take the itiftant way, 
 For honor travels ina straight {o narrow, 
 Where one but goes a brealt, keepe then the path: 
 For emulation hatha thoufand Sonnes, 
 That one by or: epurlae 5 ; if you give W ay, 
 Or hedgea fide from the dired forth right 5 
 Like toanientred Tyde, they all ruth by, 
 And leave you hind moft ; 
 Or likea gallant Horfe falne i in fir ranke, 
 Lye there for pavementto the abject, neere 
 Ore-ran and trampledon: then wharthey doé in prefent, 
 Though lefie then. yoursin paft, muft ore-rop yours = 
 Fortinedslikea fafhiona’sle Hotte, 
 bey lightly thakesbis parting Gueltby th’ hand; 
 
 And with bis armes out-ftretcht, as he would fiye 5 
 
 Grates inthecommers the welcome ever finiles, 
 And farewels goes out fighing : O let not ve rtuefeeke 
 
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 F Remuneration for the thing it was: for beantie, wit, 
 
 High birth, vigor of bone, defert in fervice, 
 Love, friend thip, charity, are fubjectsall 
 
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 To envious and calv ——— times 
 One touch of nature makes the whole world kin : 
 Thatali with one confent praife new borne gaudes, 
 Though they are made and moulded of things paft, 
 And goe to duft,chat i is alicele gilt, 
 More land then gilt oredufted. 
 The prefent eye praifes the prefent object : 
 Then mar veile not thou pane and compleat man, 
 That all the Greeees begin to worfhip slasee, 
 Since things ia motion ‘gin to me he eye, 
 Then what not itirs: the cry weat out on thee, 
 And ftillit might, and yet ir may againe, 
 If thou wonldit notentombe thy telfe alive, 
 And cafe thy reputation in thy Tent ; 
 Whofe glorious deedes, butin thefe fields of late, 
 Made emulous miffions *monght the gods themfelves, 
 And drave great AZarsto fa Aion. 
 Achil, OF this my privacie, 
 I have ftrong reafons. 
 Vif. Bur’ gaintt your privacie. 
 The reafons are more potent and heroycall : 
 Tis knowne Achilles, that you are in love 
 With one of Priams daughter: S, 
 Achil. Ha? knowne? 
 Vif? Isthatawonder? 
 The providence that’sin a watchfiull State, 
 Knowes almoti every 91 ‘aine of Plutoes gold ; 
 Findes bottome in th’ uncomprehe snfive deepes; ; 
 Keepes place with thought; and almolft like the gods, 
 Does thoughts unvaile in their dumbe cradles 
 There is a myfterie (with whom relation 
 Durit never theddid ) in the foule of ftate ; 
 Which hath an« spetation more divine, 
 Then breath or pen can give expreflure to : 
 All the commerce that you have had with Trey, 
 As perfectly is ours, as yours, my Lord. 
 And better would it fit e*chilles much, 
 Tothrow downe Heéler then: Polivena, 
 But it muft grieve young Psrhw now at home, 
 Whentame fhallin her land found her trumpe ; 
 And all the Greekifly Girles thal L tripping fing, 
 Great Heétors Gfter did Achilles winne ; 
 But our great Ajax bravely beare dow nehim. 
 Farewell my Lord : I as Your lover {peake ; 
 The foole flides ore the Ice that you fhould breake, 
 Patr. To this effect Achiles have I mov'd you; 
 A woman impudent and mannifh growne, 
 [snot more loth’d, then an effensinate mai, 
 In time of ation : I ftand condemn’d for this ; 
 They thinke my little {tomacke tothe warre, 
 And your great love to me, reftraines you thus: 
 Sweete, roufe your feife ; and the weake wanton Cupid 
 Shall from your necke unloofe his amorous fould, 
 And like adew-drop from the Lyons mane, 
 
 | Be fhooke to ayrie ayre. 
 
 Ackil, Shall: Ajax fight with Heéor? 
 Par. I I, and perhaps receive much honor by hints 
 Ackil. T {ee ary reputation is at {take, 
 My fame is oe gored. 
 “Patr, O then beware : 
 
 | Thofe wounds heale ill, that men doe give themfelvés ; 
 
 Omiffion to doe what is neceflary, 
 Sealesa commiffiontoa blanke of danger, 
 Arid danger like an aguefubtly taints 
 Even then when we fit idely in the funne. 
 Achil, Goe call Therfites hither fweet Patroclur, 
 
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 le fend the fooleto Ajax, and defire him 
 T invite the Troyan Lords after the Combat —_ 
 To fee us here nnarm’d : I have awomans longing, 
 An appetite that. am ficke witkall, 
 
 To fee great Hector in the weedes of peace; 
 Totalke with him,and to behold his vifages 
 Evento my fullof view. A labour-fav'd. 
 
 Ther. A wonder. 
 
 Achil. What? i 
 
 Ther, Ajax goesup and downe the field, asking for 
 himfelfe. 
 
 Achill, How fo? 
 
 Ther. Hee mult fight fingly to morrow with Heélor, 
 and is fo prophetically proud ofan heroicall cudgelling, 
 that he raves in faying nothing. 
 
 Achil, How can that be? 
 
 Ther. Why he ftalkes up and downe like aP eacock,a 
 firide and a ftand: ruminates like an hofteffe,that hath no 
 Arithmetique but her braine to fet downe her recko- 
 ning: bites hislip witha politique regard,as who fhould 
 fay, there were wit in his head and twoo'd out ; and fo 
 there is : but it lyesas coldly in him , as ‘fire in a flint, 
 which will not fhew without knocking. The mans un- 
 done forever; for if Heélor breake not his necke ith’ 
 combat , heele break’t him(clfe in vaine-glory. Hee 
 knowesnotme :' I faid, good morrow +4 jax ; And hee 
 replyes, thankes 4gamemnon. What thinke you of this 
 man, thattakes me forthe Generall? Hee’s growne a 
 very land-fith , langaagelefle, a monfter : a plague of 
 opinion, a man may weare it on both fides like a leather 
 Terkin. 
 
 eAchil. Thou mult be my Ambaflador to him Therfites. 
 
 Ther. Who, 1: why, heeleanfwer nobody : he pro- 
 feffes not anfwerings ipeaking is for beggers : he weares 
 his tongue in’s armes +1 will put onhis prefence ; let Pa- 
 troclus make his demandstome, you fhall fee the Page- 
 ant of Ajax. 
 
 Achil, To him Patroclws; tell him, 1 humbly defire the 
 valiant Ajax,to invite the moft valorous Heétor to come 
 unarm’dto my Tent,and to procure fafe conduct for his 
 perfon, of the magnauimious and moft illuftrious, fixe or 
 Seaven times honour’d Captaine, General of the Grecian 
 Armie Agamemnon, &C+ doe this. 
 
 Patro. Love bleffe great eo j@s 
 
 There Hum. 
 
 Patr. I come fom the worthy Achilles. 
 
 Ther. Ha? 
 
 Par. Whomok humbly defires you to invite Heézor 
 to his Tent. 
 
 Ther. Hum. 
 
 Patr. And to procure fafe conduct from Agamemnon. 
 
 There Agamemnon ? : 
 
 Paty, I my Lord. 
 
 Ther. Ha? 
 
 Patr. What fay you too't. 
 
 Ther. God buy you with all my heart. 
 
 Patr. Your anf{wer fir. > 
 
 Ther. Ifto morrow bea faire day,by elevenaclocke 
 it will goe one way or other; howfoever-he fhall pay for 
 me ere he has me. 
 
 Patr, Your anfwer Gr. 
 
 Ther.Fare you well with all my heart. 
 
 Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? 
 
 Ther. No,but he’s out.atune thus: what muficke will 
 bein when. Hedfor has kaockt out his braines, 1 know 
 not : but I am fure none,unleffe the Fidler 4 pollo get his 
 
 Enter Ther/}. 
 
 : The Tragedyof Troylus and Grefsida. 
 
 finewesto make catlings on. 
 Achil. Come, thou fhalt beare a Letter to him 
 ftraight. 
 
 Ther. Let me carry another to his Horfe; for that's the | 
 
 more capable creature. 
 Achil. My minde is troubled likea Fountaine ftir'd, 
 And I my felfe fee not the bortome of it. / 
 Ther.W ould the Fountaine of your minde were cleere 
 againe, that I might water an Afleatit : 1 had rather bea 
 Ticke ina Sheepe, then fucha valiant ignorance: 
 
 Enter at one doore eineas with aT orch, at another 
 Paris , Deiphobus, eAntkenor,Diomed the 
 Grevian, with Torches, 
 
 Patr. Sec hoa, whois that there? 
 
 Deiph. Icisthe Lord -Aneds. 
 
 ene, 1s the Prince there in perfon? 
 Had I fo good occafion to lye long 
 
 Asyou Prince ? ara, nothing but beavenly bufinefley | 
 
 Should rob my bed-mate of my company- 
 Diom. ‘That’s my minde too: good mortow Lord 
 CEN Hh. 3 
 Par. A valiant Greeke e£meas, take his hand, 
 Witneffe the proceffe of your fpeech within 5 
 You told how Diomed, in a whole weeke by dayes 
 Did haunt you in the Field. 
 e4ne. Health to you valiant fir 5 
 During all queftion of the gentle truce + 
 But when I meete you arm’d, asblacke defiance, 
 As heart can thinke, or courage execute. * 
 Diom. The oneand other Diomedembraces, 
 Our blonds are nowin calme ; and fo long healthy * 
 But when contention, and occafion meete, 
 By Jove, lle play the hunter for thy life, 
 With all my force, purfirite and pollicy. 
 e£ne. Andthou fhalt bunta Lyonthat will fiye 
 With his face backward, in humaine gentlenefie + 
 Welcome to Troy ; now by Aachifes life, 
 Welcoine indeede: by Venus hand I {weares 
 No man alive can love in fuch a fort, 
 Thething he meanes to kill, more excellently. 
 Diom, We fisnpathize. Jove let eEneas live 
 (1fto my {word his fate be not the glory) 
 A thoufand compleat courfes ofthe Sunne, 
 But in mine emulons honor let him dye + 
 With every joynta wound,and that to morrow: 
 e“Ene. We know each other well. 
 Dio. We doe, and long toknow eachother worle: 
 Par. This is the moft, defpighttul'ft gentle greeting} 
 The nobleft hatefulllove, that ered heard of 
 What bufinefle Lord fo early ? 
 
 -4ve.1 was fent for to the King; but why, I know nots | 
 
 Par. His purpofe meets you;it was tO bring this Greek 
 To (alche’s houfe sand there to render him, . 
 For the enfreed Anthenor, the faire Creffid? 9 9 
 Lets have your company ; or if you pieafe, 9" ” 
 Hatte there before ts, I conftantly doethinkew id 
 (Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge) 
 My brother Troyls lodges there to night. 
 Roufe him, and give him note of our approach, 
 Withthe whole quality whereof, Lfeare 
 We hall be much unwelcomes 
 
 “Ene, That Laffure yous 
 
 Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greecty 
 Then Creffidborne from Troy. 
 
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 Par. Thereis no helpe: 
 
 The bitter difpofition of the time will have it fo 
 
 On Lord, weele follow you. 
 e4ne.Good morrew all. Exit evEneas | 
 Par. And tellme noble Dicomed ; faith tell me true, 
 
 Even inthe foule of found good fellow hip, 
 
 Whoin your thoughts merits faire Helen moft? 
 
 My felfe, or Adenelans ? 
 Diom. Both alike. 
 
 He merits well to have her, tht doth feeke her; 
 
 Not making any {cruple of her foyiure, 
 
 With fucha hell of paine, and world of charge 
 
 And you as well to keepe her, that defend her, 
 
 Not pallating the tafte of her difhonour, 
 
 With fuch a coftly loffe of wealth and friends é 
 
 Helike a puliag Cuckold, would drinke up 
 
 The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece : 
 
 You likea letcher, out of whorifh loynes, 
 
 Are pleal’d to breede ont your inheritors : 
 
 Both merits poyz'd, each weighs no leflenor more, 
 
 But he as he, which heavier for awhore. 
 
 » Par. Youare too bitter to your country-woman. 
 Dis. Shee’sbitterto her country: heare me Parw ; 
 
 For every falfe drop in her baudy veines, 
 
 A Grecians life hath funke: forevery {cruple 
 
 Of her contaminated carrion weight, 
 
 A Troian bath beene flaine. Since fhe could fpeake, 
 
 She hath nor given fo many good words breath, 
 
 As for her Greekesand Troians fuffred deaths, 
 Par. Faire Diomed, you doe as chapmen doe, 
 
 Difpraife the thing that you defire to buy : 
 
 But we in fiience hold this vertue well ; 
 
 Weele not commend, what we intend to fell. 
 
 Here lycs our way- 
 
 E.veunte 
 Enter Troylus and Crefida. 
 
 Troy. Deere,trouble rot your felfe : the morne is cold. 
 Cref. Then{weet my Lord, Decall my Vnckle down; 
 
 He thall unbolt the Gates. 
 Troy. Trouble him not : 
 
 To bed, to bed ; fleepe kill thofe pretty eyes, 
 
 And give as foft attachment to thy feaces, 
 
 As Intantsempty of al} thought. 
 
 Cref, Good morrow then. 
 
 Troy. Iprithee now to bed. 
 
 Cref. Are you a weary of me ? 
 
 Troy. O (reffida! but that the bufieday 
 
 Wak’t by the Larke, hath rouz’d the ribald Crowes, 
 
 And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer : 
 
 I would not from thee. 
 ref. Night hath Lene too briefe. _Cflayes, 
 Troy. Betbrew the witch | with venemous wights fhe 
 
 As hidioufly as hell 5, bnt flies the graipes of love, 
 
 With wings nvote momentary, fwifter thenthought 3 
 
 You will catch colde and curfe ne~ 
 
 _ -Cref. Prithee tarry, youmen-will never tarry 5 
 
 O foolith (refid , [might have ftill held off, 
 
 And thea you weuld have tarried., Hearke ther’s one up. 
 Pand. within. What’s allthe doores open here ? 
 Troy. Itis your Vucklee Enter Pandariss a 
 (Creo A peltilence on him: now, will he be mocking + 
 
 I fhall have fucha life ¢ : 
 Pas, How now,how now? how goe maiden-heads : 
 
 Heare you Maide: wher’s my cozin (7 raffid? 
 
 Cref.Go hang your KIf,you naughty mocking Ynckle : 
 
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 You bring me todoe—and then you floute meted, 
 
 Pan. Todo what ? to dowhat let her fay what’: 
 What have I brought you todoe? 
 
 (ref. Come, come, bethrew your heart ¢ youlenerebe 
 good, nor faffer others. 
 
 ?an.Ha,ha : alas poore wretch: a poore Chipeckia hat 
 not flept tonight? would he not( a naughty man ) let it 
 fleepe: abug-beare take hin. Oue knocks. 
 
 Cref. Didnot} tellyou? would he were knockrith’ 
 head, Who’sthat at doore? good Vncke goe andfee, 
 My Lord, come you againe into my Chamber : 
 
 You {mile and mocke me,as if | meant naughtily. 
 
 Troy. Ha, ha. 
 
 Cre, Come you are deceiv’d,I thinke of no fuch thing. 
 How carneftly they knocke: pray youcome in. Knocke. 
 I would not for halfe Troy have you feene here. Exewst. 
 - ‘Pan. Who’sthere? what's the matter? will you beatre 
 downe the doore ¢ How now, what’s the matter? 
 
 eine. Good morrow Lord, good morrow. 
 
 Pam Who's there,my Lord eneas ? bymytrothI 
 know you not: what newes with you {0 early ? 
 
 eEne: Is not Prince Troylus here ? 
 
 ‘Pan, Here? what fhouldhe doe here ? 
 
 eine. Come he is here,my Lord,doe not deny him: 
 It doth import him muchte fpeake withme. 
 
 “Pan. Is he here fay you ?*cismore than I know, Ilebe 
 {worne ; For my owne part I camein late; what fhonld 
 he doe here? 
 
 ene. Who, naythen: Comes come, youle doe him 
 wrong, ere y'are ware: youle be fotrueto him, to bee 
 falfeto him: Doe not you know ofhim,but yet goe fetch 
 him hither, goe. 
 
 Enter T roylas. 
 
 Trey. How now, what’sthe matter ? 
 
 eExe. My Lord, 1 fcarce haveleifare to falute you, 
 My matter is fo rafh: there is at hand, 
 Paré your brother, andDeiphsbu, 
 TheGrecian Déomed, and our Authenor 
 Deliver’dtous, andfor him forth-with, 
 Erethe fir facrifice, within this houre, 
 
 | We mutt give up to Diamedes hand 
 | The Lady Creffida. 
 
 Troy, Isit coneluded'fo?: 
 cine. By Priam, athe general] ftate of Troy, 
 They are at hand, and ready toraffect it, 
 Treys How may atchievements mocke me ; 
 I will goe meete them:and my Lorde £neas, 
 We met by chance t:you did not find me here. 
 eéne. Good, good; my Lord, the fecrets of nature 
 Have not more gift intaciturnity. Exemnt. 
 
 Enter Pandarus and Creffid. 
 
 Pan. 1st poffible? no fooner got but loft ythe divell 
 takee-duthenor ; the yong Prince will goe mad : a plague 
 upon dnthenor ; L would they had brok?s necke. 
 
 Cref; How now ? what's the matter ? who was heere? 
 
 ‘Pan. Ab, ha! : 
 
 Cref.W hy figh youfo profoundly ? where’s my Lord? 
 gone ? tell me {weet Vnckle, what's the matter ¢ 
 
 Pan, Would I were as deepe under the earthas I am 
 above. 
 
 (ref, Othe gods! what's the matter ? 
 
 Pas.Prethee get thee in: would thou hadit ne’re been 
 borne;1 knew thou would’ft be his death.O poore Gen- 
 tleman : a plague upon Aathenor, 
 
 Cref. | 
 
The Tragedyof Troylus and Crefstda. 
 
 (ref. Good VinckdeI befeech you,on my knees, I be- 
 feech you what's the matter ? 
 
 Pan. Thou mult be gone wench, thou muft be gones 
 thouartchane’d for Anrbenor: thou suit to thy Father, 
 and be gone from Troy/ms : “twill bebis death : twill be 
 his baine, he cannot beare it. é 
 
 Cref. O you immortal gods }1 will not goc. 
 
 Pan, Thou mutt. n 
 
 Cref. I willnot Viickle# I have forgot my Father: 
 
 I know no touch of confanguinitie : 
 No kin, no lovesno bloud, no foule, fo neere me, 
 As the {weet Troylws sO you gods divine! 
 b Make Crefids name the very crowne of falfhood 
 fe er fhe leave Troylas : time, anddeath, 
 Doto this body what extremitie you can 3 
 Butthe firong bafe andbuilding of my love, 
 Isasthevery Center of the earth, 
 Drawingallthings toit. I will goe i and weepe. 
 ‘Pan. Doe, doe. 
 Cref.Teare my bright haire, andferatch my praifed 
 cheekes, : 
 Cracke my cleere voyce withfobs, and breake my heart 
 With founding Tropius. 1 will not gocfrom Troy. Exennt- 
 
 Enter'Paris, Troylus, Aneas,Deiphobus,An- 
 thenor and Dismedes. 
 
 Par. It is great mornivg,and the houre prefixt ” 
 - Of her deliverie to this valiant Greeke ae 
 - Comes faitupons good my brother Froylus, 
 | Tell youthe Lady what fhe is to doe, 
 And halt her tothe purpofes 
 Troy. Walke in to her houfe: 
 Ile bring her to the Grecian ‘prefently ; 
 Aud to his hand , when I deliverher, 
 Thinke it-an Altar, and thy brother Troylez 
 A Prieft, there offring tout his heart 
 Par. Lknow what. ‘tis to love; 
 And would, as I faall pitty, 1 could. helpe. 
 Pleafe you walke in, my Lords, Exeunt. 
 Enter Pandarws and Creffid. 
 ‘Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. 
 (refs Why tell youme of moderation? 
 The gricfeis fine, tull perfect that I tafe; 
 And no Iefle ina fenfeas firong 
 As that which caufeth it. How cam] moderate it? 
 If I could cemporife with my <fteaion, 
 Or brew it to.a weake,and colder:pallar, 
 Thelike alaiment could 1 give my'gricfe : 
 Myslove admits no qualifying crofie: Enter Troylus 
 No more my gri¢fe, in fucha precious lofle. 
 Pas. Hete,heré,here, he comes, afweet ducke. 
 Cre[i-O Troylt:,Z royties | Sore 
 Pan. What apaireof fpectacles is here? let meem- 
 brace toos oh heart,as the goodly faying is; O heart,hea- 
 vie heart, why fitteft thouwithobt-breaking? ‘Where he 
 anfwers againe ; becanfe thou canft rot cafe thy {mart by 
 friend thip,nor by {peaking:there was never a truerrime; 
 let us calt away nothing, for we may live to:have neede 
 of fucha Verfe: we fee it, we feeit show now Lambs ? 
 Troy. Creffid: Tove thee info ftrangea puritie; 
 That the bleft gods, as angry with my fancie, 
 More bright in zeale; then the devotion which 
 Cold lipsblow totheir Deitics : take thee from mes 
 Crefs Have the gods envie? 
 
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 Pan. 1,1,1,1,’tistoo plainea cafe. 
 
 Cref. And isit true; that I muft goe from Troy? 
 Troy. A hatefull truth. 
 
 Cref. What, and from Troyls too? 
 
 Trey. From Troy, and Troylus. 
 
 Cref: ft poffible ? 
 
 Troy. And fodainely,where injurie'of chance 
 
 Puts backe leave-taking, juftles roughly by 
 
 All time of paufe ; rudely beguiles our lips 
 
 Of allrejoyndure : forcibly prevents 
 
 Our lockt embrafures ; ftrangies our deere vowes, 
 
 Even in the birth of our owne laboring breath. 
 
 We two that with fo many thoufand fighes 
 
 Did buy each other, mutt poorely fell our {elves, 
 
 With the rude brevitie and difcharge of our 
 
 Injurious time ; now witha robbers hatte 
 
 Crams his rich theeverie up, he knowes not how. 
 
 As many farewelsasbe flars in heaven, 
 
 With diftina breath, and confign’d kiffesto them; ” 
 
 He fumbles upaloofe adiew: 
 
 And fcants us witha fingle famifht kifle, 
 
 Dittafting with thefalt ofbroken teares, wher eALneate 
 eneas within. My Lord, isthe Lady ready? 
 Troy. Hearke, you are cali’d : fome fay the genius fo 
 
 Cries,come to himthat inftantly muft dye. 
 
 Bid them have patience : fhe fhall come anon- 
 
 Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde, 
 or my heart will be blowne up by the root. 
 Cref. Imuft then to the Grecians?°** 
 Troy. Noremedy. 
 (ref. A wofull Cre/id’mong ‘ft the merry Greckes- 
 Troy, When fhall we feeagaine ? 
 
 | Heare me my loves be thou but true of heart. 
 
 Cref Itruc? how now? what wicked deeme is this? 
 _ Ti, Nay, we mutt ufe expoftulation kindly, 
 
 For it/s parting from Us : 
 I {peake not, bethou true, as fearing thee : 
 For I will throw my Glove to‘death himfelfe, 
 That there’s no maculation.in thy heart : 
 But bethou true, fay I, to fafhion-ia 
 My fequent proteftation : be thowtrae, 
 And | will fee thee. 
 
 Cref. Oyou fhallbe expof'dymy Lord to dangers 
 As infinite, as imminent: bat Ile be true: 
 
 Troy, And Ile grow friend with danger $ 
 
 | Weare this Sleeve. 
 
 Cref. And you this Glove. 
 
 | When fhail f fee you? 
 
 Troy. 1 will corrupt the Grecian Centinels, 
 
 | To give theenightly vifitation. 
 
 But yet be true. 
 Cref, O heavens: betrue againe ? 
 Troy, Feare why i{peake it; Love : 
 The Grecian youths are full of qualitie, 
 Their loving well compot’d, with guift of nature, 
 Flowing and {welling ore with Artsand exercif€ : 
 
 | How novelties may move, and parts with perfon- 
 
 Alas, a kinde of godly jealoufie ; 
 Which I befeech you calla vertuous finne : 
 Makes me affraid. 
 Cref. O heauens,you loue me net ! 
 Troy. Dye! a villaine then: 
 Tu this I doe not call your faith in queftion 
 So mainely as my merit: 1 cannot fing, 
 Nor heele the high Lavolt + norfweeten talke ? 
 Nor play at fubtillgames ; faire vertues all ; 
 
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 TheT ragedy of Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 To which the Grecians are moft promptand pregnant : 
 
 But I can tell that ineach graceof thefe, 
 
 There Jurkes a ftilland dumb-difcourfive divell, 
 
 That tempts moft cunningly : but benot tempted, 
 (ref, Doc notthinke I will ; ; 
 Troy.No,but fomething may be done that we willjaot: 
 
 And fometimes we aredivels to our felves, 
 
 When we wil tempt the frailtie of our powers, 
 
 Prefuming on their changefull potencie, 
 eAineas within, Nay,good my Lord? 
 Troy. Come kiffe, and let us part. 
 
 Paris within. Brother Troylus? 
 
 Troy. Good brother come you hither, 
 
 And bring eEews and the Grecian with yous 
 Cref. My Lord, will you be true? 
 
 Troy. Who I? alasit ismy vice, my fault : 
 Whiles other fith with craft for great opinion, 
 I, with great truth, catch meere fimplicitie ; 
 Whil’ft fome with cunning guild their copper crownes, 
 With truth and plainneffe I doc weare mine bare- 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Emterthe Greckes. 
 Feare notmy truth; the morrall of my wit 
 Is plaineand true, ther’s all the reach of it. 
 Welcome fir Diomed, here is the Lady 
 Whichfor Axtener, we deliver you- 
 At the port (Lord) Ile giveher to thy hand, 
 And by the way poffefle thee what fhe is. 
 Entreate her faire; and by my foule, faire Greeke, 
 Ifere thou {tand at mercy of my Sword, 
 Name Cre/fid, and thy life fhall be as fafe 
 As Priam is in Illion ? 
 
 Diom. Faire Lady (refsid, 
 
 So pleafe you, favethe thankes this Prince expects 
 The lnftte in your eye, heaven in your cheeke, 
 Pleades your faire vifage, and to Diemwed 
 
 You fhall be milireffe, and command him wholly. 
 
 Troy. Grecian, thou doft not ufe me courteoufly, 
 Tofhame the feale of my petition towards, 
 Ipraifing her. I tell thee Lord of Greece: 
 
 Shie isas farre high foaring o’re thy praifes, 
 Asthou unworthy to be cal’d her fervant : 
 
 I charge thee ufe her well, even for my charge : 
 For by the dreadfull Piste, if thou docit not, 
 (Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard) 
 Ile cut thy thy throate, 
 
 Diom. Obbe not mov’d Prince Trey 5 
 Let me be priviledg’d by my place and meflage, 
 Tobeafpcaker free ; when Iam hence, 
 
 He anfwer to my luft :and know my Lord ; 
 Ile nothing doe on charge: to her owne worth 
 She fhall be priz’d: bat chat you fay be'r fo5 
 Ue fpeake it in my {pirit and honor,no, 
 
 Troy. Come to the Port. Ile tell thee Diomed, 
 This brave, fhall oft make thee to hide thy head : 
 Lady, give me your hand, and as we walke, 
 
 To our owne felves bend we our necdefull talke. 
 Sound Trumpet. 
 
 Par. Harke, Heétors Trumpet. E 
 
 e/Ene. How have we {pent this morning 
 The Prince mutt thinke me tardy andremiffe, 
 That fwore to ride before himinthe field. ie 
 
 Par.’ Tis Troplus faule : come come, to field-with him. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Dio. Let us make ready ftraight. ie 
 
 eEne. Yea, with a bridegroomes frefh alacritie 
 
 | Let us addreffe to tend on Heéfors hecles : 
 The glory of our Troydoth this day lye 
 On his faire worth, and fingle Chivalry. 
 
 | Enter Ajax armed, Achilles, Patroclus, Agamtnsnon, 
 Menclaus, Vises, Nestor, Caleas oc. 
 
 | 
 | ga. Hereart thou in apointment fteth and faire 
 | Anticipating time. With ftarting courage, 
 | Give withthy Trumpet alowd note to Troy 
 | Thou dreadfull e4jex, that the appauled aire 
 May pierce the head of the great Combatant, 
 | And hale him hither, 
 Aja. Thou, Trumpet, ther’s my purfe ; 
 Now cracke thy lungs and{plit thy brafen pipe : 
 Blow villaine, till thy {phered Bias cheeke 
 Out+{well the collicke of puft e-7qmilon : 
 Come; firetch thy cheft, and let thy eyes {pout blond : 
 Thoubloweft for Heétor. 
 Ulf. No Trumpet anfwers. 
 Achil, ’ Tis but eariy dayes, Enter Dio.Cref- 
 Aga. 1s not young Diomed with (a/cas daughter ? 
 Vaf. *Tis he, ken the manner of his gate, 
 He rifes onthe coe : that {pirit of his 
 In afpiration lifts him from the earth. 
 Aga. Isthis the Lady (re/sid ? 
 Dio, Even the. 
 Aga. Mott deerely welcome to the Greekes , {weete 
 Lady. 
 Nef?. Our General! doth falute you withakifle. 
 Vif. Yetis your kindenefle but particular; *twerebet~ 
 ter fhe were kift in general. 
 Nest. And very courtly counfell: Ie begin. So much 
 for Nestor. 
 Achil. Vetake that winter from youlips: faire Lady 
 Achilles bids you welcome. ; 
 (Mene. 1 had good argument for kiffing once. 
 Pawo. But that’s no argument for kifling now; 
 For thus pop’t Pari in his hardiment. 
 Visfo Oh deadly gall,and theame of all our fcornes, 
 For which we loofe our heads, to gild his hornes. 
 Patro. The firft was Adenelawe kiffe, this mine : 
 Patroclas kifies you. 
 Mere, Ohthis istrim. 
 Patr. Paris and I kiffeevermore for him. 
 (Mene, Ue have my kiffe fir: Lady by your leave. 
 (refs Inkiffing doe you render, or receive. 
 Pair. Both take and give. 
 Cref. Tie make my match to live, 
 | The kiffe you take is better then you give: therefore no 
 | kiffe. 
 CMene, Ie give you boote, lle give youthree for one, 
 Cref. You are an odde man, give even, or give none. 
 Mene.. An odde man Lady, every man isoddes 
 “Cref. No, Pariisnot ; for yon know ’tistrue, 
 That you ar¢ odde, and he is even with you. 
 Mene You fillip me a’th’ head. 
 Cref. No, Ile be fworne. 
 Visf. Tc were no match, your naile againft his horne : 
 May I fweet Lady beg ekiffe of you ? 
 Cref. You mays - 
 Vis. 1 doedefire it. 
 Cref. Why begge then ? 
 Vif. Why then tor Vers fake, give mea kiffe : 
 When Hellen isa maid againe, and his———— 
 (ref. Tam your debtor, claime it when’tis due. 
 Vif. Never's 
 
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 Viyf. Never’s my day, and thena kiffe of you. 
 Diom. Lady a word, le bring youto your Father. 
 Nef. A woman of quicke fence. 
 Viy{. Fie,fie, upon her : ; 
 Ther’s language in her eye, her cheeke, her lip; 
 Nay, her toote {peakes, her wanton {pirites looke out 
 At every joynt,and motive of her body : 
 Oh thefe encountérs fo glib of tongue , 
 That givea coafting welcome ere it comes 5 
 And wide unclafpe the tables of their thoughts, 
 To every tickling reader : fet them downe, 
 For fluttifh fpoyles of opportunitie ; 
 And daughters ofthe game. Exeunt. 
 Enter all of Troy, Hector Para, eAEneas Helenus, 
 and cAttendants. 
 All. The Troians Trumpet. 
 e4fga. Yonder comes the troope- 
 ene. Haile all you {tate of Greece : what fhall be done 
 To him that vi@torie commands? or doe you purpofe, 
 A victor fhall be knowne :- will you the Knights 
 Shall to the edge of all extremitie 
 Purfue each other ; or fhall be devided 
 By any voice, or order of the field : Heéfor bad aske ? 
 Aga. Which way would Hetter have it ? 
 eine. He cares.not,hee’le obey conditions. 
 Aga. "Tis done like Heétor , but fecurely done, 
 Alittie proudly, and great deale difprifing 
 The Knight oppos’d. 
 ene. If not Achilles fir, what is your name? 
 Ackil, T€not Achilles, nothing. 
 c#£nt. Therefore eAchilless but what ere, know this, 
 Inthe extremity of great and little: 
 Valour and pride excell themfelves in Heéor; 
 The one almoft as infinite as all; 
 The other blanke as nothing: weigh him well: 
 And that which lookes like pride, is curtefie : 
 This Ajax is halfe made of Heélors bloud , 
 Inlovewhereof, halfe Heéfor ftayes at home : 
 Halfe heart, halfe hand, halfe Heéfor, comes to feeke 
 This blended Knight, halfe Troian, and halfe Greeke. 
 Achil, A maiden battaile then ? O} perceive you. 
 e4ca. Here is fir, Diomed : goe gentle Knight, 
 Stand by our Ajax: as you and Lord e£neas 
 Confent upon the order of their fight, 
 Sobe it ; either to the uttermoft, 
 Orelfea breach : the Combatants being kin, 
 | Halfe ftints their ftrife, before their ftrokes begin. 
 Vif. They are oppos’d already, 
 Aga. What Troian is that famethat lookes fo heavy ? 
 Vif. Theyoungeft Sonne of Priam ; 
 And atrue Knight 3 they call him 77 oylas ; 
 Nor yet mature,yet matchleffe, firme of word, 
 Speaking in deedes,and deedeleffe in his tongue ; 
 Not foone provok'r, nor being provok’t, foonecalm’d ; 
 His heart and hand bothopen, and both free 
 For what he has, he gives ; what thinkes, he fhewes; 
 Yer gives henottill judgement guide his bounty, 
 Nor dignifiesan impaire thought with breath : 
 Manly as Heéor, but more dangerous ; 
 For Heéfor in his blaze of wrath fubfcribes 
 To tender obyects ; but he, in heate of adtion 
 Ts more vindicative then jealous love. 
 They call him Troylzs ; and on himerect, 
 A fecond hope,as fairely built as Heéor. 
 Thus fates «meas, one that knowes the youth, 
 Eventohis inches : and with private foule, 
 
 The Tragedyof Troylus ana Crefsida. 
 
 Did in great Illion thus tvanflate him tome. 
 Aga. They are inaction. 
 Nest. Now Ajax hold thine owne. 
 Troy. Heéter, thou fleep’ft, awake thee. 
 Aga. Hisblowes are weldifpos'd there Ajax. srispets 
 Diom. You muft no more. ceafes 
 eine. Princes enough, fopleafe you. 
 Aja. Lam not warme yet, let us fight againe. 
 Diom. As Hettor pleafes. 
 Hei. Why then willl no more 3 
 
 Thouart great Lord, my Fathers fifters Sonne ; 
 
 A confen german to great Priams feede : 
 
 T he obligation of our bloud forbids 
 
 A gorie emulation’twixt us twaine : 
 
 Werethy commixion, Greeke and Troian fo, 
 
 That thou could’ft fay, this hand is Grecianall, 
 
 And this 1s Trojan : the finewes of this Legge, 
 
 All Greeke, and this all Troy : my Mothers bloud 
 
 Runs onthe dexter cheeke, and this finifter 
 
 Bounds in my fathers: by Jeve multipotent, 
 
 Thou fhould’ft not beare from mea Greekith member 
 
 * Alarum, 
 
 | Wherein my {word had not impreffure made 
 
 Ot our ranke feud : butthe juft gods gainfay, 
 That any drop thou borrwd’ft from thy mothers ~ 
 My facred Aunt, fhould by my mortall Sword 
 Be drained. Let me embrace thee Ajax: 
 By him that thunders, thou haft lufty armes $ 
 Heétor would havethem fall upon him thus, 
 Cozen,all honor to thee. 
 Aja, Ithanke thee Hi étor: 
 Thou art too gentle, and too freea man: 
 I came to kil] thee Cozen, and beare hence 
 A great addition, earned in thy death. 
 Heét. Not Neoptolemus {o mirable, 
 On whofe bright creft, fame with her lowd’ft (O yes) 
 Cries, This is he ;could promife to himfelfe, 
 A thought of added honor, torne from Heéter. : 
 ene. There 1s expectance here from boththe fides, | 
 What further you willdoe? 
 Heé?. Wee'le anfwere it: 
 The iffue is embracement : Ajax, farewell, 
 Ajax, 1f 1 might in entreaties finde fuccefle, 
 As feld I have the chance ; I would defire 
 My famous Coufinto our Grecian Tents. 
 Diem. ’Tis Agamemnons with, and great Achilles 
 Doth leng to fee unarm’d the valiant Hector. 
 Hec. eAEneas, cai my brother Troplws to me: 
 And fignifie this loving enterview 
 To the expectors of our Troian part : 
 Defirethem home. Give me thy hand, my Confin: 
 I will goe eate with chee,and fee your Knights 
 Enter Agamemnon and the rei. 
 Aja. Great Agamemnon comes to mecte us here. 
 Hee. The worthieft of them, tell mename by names 
 But for Achilles, mine owne ferching eyes 
 Shall finde him by hislargeand portly fize. 
 Aga. Worthy of Armes: as welcome as to one, 
 That would be rid of {uch an enemy- 
 But that’s no welcome : underftand more cleere 
 What's pa‘tand what's to come, is ftrew’d wit 
 And formeleffe ruine of oblivion : 
 But in this extant moment, faith and troth, 
 Strain’d purely from all holiow bias drawing : , 
 Bids thee with moft divine integritie, 
 From heart of very heart, great Hector,welcomes 
 Hee, Ithanke thee moft imperious Or My. 4 
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 Aga, My well-fam‘d Lord of Troy, no leffe-to you. | Achil. Behold chy fill. 
 Men. Let meconfirme my Princely brothers greeting, | 
 
 You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. 
 
 He, Whom muft wean{wer? 
 
 eine. The Noble Menelaus. 
 
 Heé. O, you my Lord, by Mars his gauntlet thanks, 
 Mocke not, that i affect th’ untraded Oath, 
 
 Your quondam wife fweares till by Venws Glove 
 Shee’s well, but bad me not commend her to you. 
 
 Men.Name her not now fir, fhe’s adeadly Theame, 
 
 Hec. O pardon, I offend. 
 
 Nes#. Ihave (thou gallant Troyan) feene thee oft 
 Labouring for deitiny , make cruell way 
 Through rankes of Greekifh youth: and I have {een thee 
 As hot as Perfexs, {purre thy Phrygian Steed, 
 
 And {eene theefcorning forfeits and fubduments, 
 When thou haft huig thy advanced fword ith’ ayre, 
 Notletting it decline onthe declined: 
 
 That I haue faid unto my ftanders by, 
 
 Loe lupiter is yonder, dealing life. 
 
 And I have feene thee panfe, and take thy breath, 
 When that a ring of Greekes have hem’d thee in, 
 Likean Olympian wreftling. This have I feene, 
 But thisthy countenance ( (till locktin ftcele) 
 
 I never {aw till now: I knew thy Grandfire, 
 
 And once fought with him; he was a Souldier good, 
 But by great Mars(the captaine of us all, ) 
 
 Never like thee. Let an old mari embrace thee, 
 
 And (worthy Warrior) welcome to our Tents. 
 
 eine. “Tis the old Neffor. 
 
 Hect. Let me embrace thee good old.Chronicle, 
 That haft fo long walk’d hand in hand with tine: 
 Molt reverend N efor, Lam glad to clafpe thee. 
 
 Ne. lwould my armes could match thee in contention 
 Asthey contend with thee in courtefie. 
 
 Hec. I wouid they could. 
 
 Nest, Ha? by this white beard I'd fight with thee to 
 morrow. Well, welcom,welcome : thave feen the time. 
 
 Vly, 1 wonder now, how yonder City ftands, 
 
 When we have here her Bafe and pillar by us. 
 Hee, iknow your favour Lord Voges well. 
 Ah fir, there’s many a Greeke and Troyan dead; 
 Since firft I faw your felfe, and Dismed 
 Inillion , on your Greekifh Embaffie. 
 Vif. Sir, 1 foretold you then what would enfue, 
 My prophelie is but haife his journey yet; 
 For yonder wals that partly front your towne, ; 
 Yond Towers, whofe wanton tops dobuffe theclouds, 
 Muft kiffe their owne feet. 
 
 Hee. I muft notbeleeve you : 
 
 Fhere they ftand yet : and modeftly I thinke, 
 The fail of every Prygian {tone will cott 
 Adrop of Grecian blood : the end crownes all, 
 And that old common Arbitrator, Time, 
 
 Will one day end it : 
 
 Vly. Soto him we leave it. 
 
 Moft gentle, and moft valiant Hector, welcome ; 
 After the Generall, I befeech you next 
 To feaft with me, and {ee me at my Tent. 
 
 Achil, I fhail foreftallthee Lord Vipffes,thou : 
 Now Hector 1 have fed mine eyes on thee, 
 Thavewith exact view perus’dthee Hester, 
 
 And quoted joynt by joynts 
 
 Hee. Isthis Achilles? 
 
 Achil. Lam Achilles. “ 
 
 Hee, Stand faire 1 prythee, let me looke on thee. 
 
 Hee. Nay, I have done already: 
 
 Achil. Thou are too breefe, I will the fecond time, 
 AsI would buy thee, view thee, limbeby linibe. 
 
 Hec. Olikea booke of {port thou'lt reade me ore’: 
 Butthere’s more inme then thou underftand’ft. 
 
 Why doeft thou fo oppreffe me with thine eye? 
 
 Achit. Tell me you Heavens, in which part of his body 
 Shall I deftroy him ? Whether there, orthere,or there, 
 That I may give the locall wound a‘name, 
 
 And make diftinét the very breach, where-ont 
 Hectors sreat {pirit few. Anfwer me heavens, 
 
 Hee. It would difcredit thebleft gods,proud man, 
 
 Toanfwer fucha queltion: Stand againe ; 
 Think’ft thouto catch my life fo pleaiantly, 
 As to prenominate in nice conjectare 
 
 W here thou wilt hit me dead? 
 
 Achil. I telithee yea. 
 
 Hec. Wert thouthe Oracle to tell me fo, 
 V’ld not beleeve thee : henceforth guard thee well, 
 For Ile not kil thee there, nor there,nor there, 
 But by the forge that {tythied Mars his helme, 
 Ile kilithee every where,yca, ore aad ore. 
 You wifeft Grecians, pardon me thisbragge, 
 His infolence drawes folly fram my lips, 
 
 But Jle endevour deeds to match thefe words, 
 Or may I never ——— 
 Ajax, Do not chafe thee Cofin : 
 And you Achilles, letthefe threats alone 
 Tillaccident, or purpofe bring yowtoo'r. 
 You may have every day enough of Hector 
 If youhave ftomacke. The generall ftate I feare, 
 Can f{carfe intreat yon to be odde with him. 
 Hee. I pray you let us fee youinthe field, 
 
 We have had pelting Warres fince you refus’d 
 The Grecians canfe. 
 
 Achil. Dott thon intreat me:Flector ? 
 To morrow do I meete thee fellas death, 
 To night, all Friends. 
 
 Hec. Thy handsupon that match. 
 
 Aga. Firtt, allyou Peeresof Greece go to my Tent, 
 There in the full convive you: Afterwards, 
 
 As Hectors\eafure, and your bounties fhall 
 
 Concurre together, feverally intreat him. 
 
 Beate lowd the Taborines,let the Trumpets blow. 
 
 That this great Souldier may his welcome know. Exeunt, 
 
 Tray. My Lord Uipffes, tell me I beteech you, 
 
 In what place of the Field doth Cadcas keepe ? 
 
 Ubf. At Adenelaus Tent, mott princely Troylws, 
 There Diomed doth feait with him to night, 
 Who neither lookes on heaven, nor onearth, 
 
 But gives all gaze and bent of ataorous view 
 On the faire (yeffid. 
 
 Yroy. Shalil ({weet Lord) be bound tothee fo much, 
 After we part from Agamemnons Tent, 
 Tobring me thither ? 
 
 Viyf. You thall command me fir: 
 
 Asgentletell me, of what Honour was 
 This (reffida in Troy, had fhee no Lover there 
 That walles her abfence ? 
 Troy. O fir, to fuch as boafting fhew their fcarres, 
 A mocke is due : will you walke on.my Lord ? 
 She wasbelov’d, fhelov’d; the is, and dooth. 
 But {till {weet Love is food for Fortunes tooth. Exennt. 
 Enter Acilles, aud Partroclas, tb 
 Achil. Ue heat his blood with Greekith wine tonight, 
 i Which 
 
 a outed emcieetaebeimembiteteiee cibteememeee ee 
 
Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 Which with my Semitar Ile cooleto:merrow + 
 Patroclus, let us Feaft him tothe hight. 
 
 Pat, Heere comes Ther (ites. Enter Therfites. 
 
 eAchil, How now, thou core of Envy ? 
 Thou.crufty batch of Nature, what's the newes ? 
 
 Ther. Why thou pidture of what thou feem ft ,& Idoll 
 of Ideot-worfhippers, here'sa Letter for thee. 
 
 Aghil: From whence, Fragment ? 
 
 Ther. Why thou fall difh of Foole, from Troy» 
 
 Pat. Who keepes the Tent now ? 
 
 Ther. The Surgeons box, or the patients wound. 
 
 parr. Well faid adverfity,and. what need thefe tricks? 
 
 Ther. Peythee befilent boy, I proft not by thy talke, 
 thou art thought tobe Achilles male Varlot. 
 
 Patro. Male Varlotyou Rogue ? What's that ? 
 
 Ther. Why his mafculine Whore. Now the rotten 
 difeafes of the South, guts-griping Ruptures, Catarres, 
 Loades a gravell ith’ backs, Lethargics, cold Palfies, and 
 the like,take and take'againe, fuch prepolterous difcove- 
 ries. 
 
 Pat. Why thou damnable box of envy thou , what 
 mean ft thou to curfe thus? 
 
 Ther. Do lcurfe thee ? 
 
 Patr. Why no,yoa ruinous But 
 ftinguifhable Curree ; 
 
 Ther. No? why artthouthen exafperate , thon idle, 
 immaterial] skeine of Sleyd filke ; thou greene Sarcenet 
 flap for afore eye, thou toffell of a Prodigals purfe thou: 
 Ah how the poore world is peftred with {uch water-flies, 
 diminutiues of Nature. 
 
 Pat. Out gall. 
 
 Ther. Finch Egge- 
 
 Ach, My tweet Patroclus, I am th’ warted quite 
 From my great purpofe in to morrowes battell : 
 Heere is a Letter from Queene Hecuba, 
 A token from her daugliter, my faire Love, 
 Both taxing me, and gaging meto keepe 
 An Oath that I have{worne. I will not breake it, 
 Fall Greeke, faile Fame, Honor or go, or ftay, 
 My maior vow lyes heere ; this Ile obay 
 Come, come Therfites, helpe to trim my Tent, 
 This night in banqueting muft all be {pent. 
 Away Patroclus, Exit. 
 
 Ther. With to much blond, and too little Brain,thefe 
 two may run mad: but if with too much braine, and too 
 little blood, they do, Le bea curer of madmen. Heere’s 
 Agamemnon, an honekt fellow enough, and one that loves 
 Quailes, but he has not {o much Braineas eare-wax ; and 
 the goodly transformation of Iupiter there his Brother, 
 the Bull, the primative Statue .and oblique memoriall of 
 Cuckolds, atbrifty fhooing-horne inachaine , hanging 
 at his Brotherstegge,to what forme but that he is,fhould 
 wit larded with malice,and malice forced with wit,turne 
 him to : to. an Affe were nothiog, hee is both Affe and 
 Oxe; toan Oxe were nothing, hee is both Oxe and Affe : 
 to be a Dogge,a Mule, a Cat,a Fitchew, a Toade, a Li- 
 zard, an Owie, a Puttocke, or a Herting without a Roe, 
 T would not care : but to be AZene/as, 1 wouldcontpire 
 againft Deltiny. Askeme not what I would be, if I were 
 not Therfires : for I carenot to bee the lowfe of a Lazar, 
 fo L were not A¢enelans. Hoy-day {piritsand fires. 
 
 Enter Heftor, Ajax, Agamemnon, V ly[fes, Ne 
 ; ftor, Dicmed, with Lights. 
 Aga. Wego wrong, we go wrong, ) 
 Ajax. Noyonder ’tis, there where we {ce the light. 
 Heé. I trouble you. 
 
 , you whorfon indi- 
 
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 Ajax. No, not a whit. 
 Enter Achilles, 
 Vif. Heere comes himfelfe to guide you ? 
 Achil. Welcome brave Heéior, welcome Princesall. | 
 Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy,1 bid goodnight, 
 Ajax commands the guard to tend on you: 
 Heft, Thanks, and goodnight tothe Greeks generall, 
 (Men, Good night my Lord, 
 Heé. Goodnight fweet Lord Menelans. 
 Ther. Sweet draughts: {weet quoth-a? {weet finke, | 
 {weet fure. 
 Achil, Goodnight and welcom, both at once, to thofe 
 thar go, ortarry- 
 Aga, Goodnight. 
 Achil. Old Neftor tarries,and you too Diomed, 
 Keepe Heéfor company anhoure,ortwo 
 Die. I cannot Lord, 1 have important bufineffe, 
 The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Helter. 
 Heét. Give me your hand. 
 Viyf, Follow his Torch, he goesto Chalcas Tent, 
 Ile keepe you company 
 Troy. Sweet fir, you honour me, 
 Heé. And fo good night. 
 Achil. Come, come, enter my Tent. Exetnt. 
 Ther. That fame Diomed’s a falfe-hearted Rogue ,4 
 moft unjuft Knave ; I will no more truft him when hee 
 leeres,then I willa Serpent when he hifles he will pend 
 his mouth &promife,like Brabler the Hound; but when 
 he performes, Aftronomers foretell it, that it is prodigi- 
 ous, there will come fome change : the Sunne borrowes 
 of the Moone when ‘Diomed keepes his word. 1 will ra: | 
 ther leave to fee Heéfor, then not to dogge him: ip ' 
 he keepesa Troyan Drab , and ufesthe Traitour Craleas 
 his tent. Ile after —-—> Nothing bur Letcherie @ All 
 incontinent Varlets. Exeunt, 
 Enter Diomed, 
 Dio. What are you up here ho ? fpeake # 
 Chal, Who cals? 
 Dio. Diomed,Chaicas(I thinke wher's you Daughter? 
 (bal. She comes to you. 
 Enter Troylus and Uliffes. 
 Vlif: Stand where the Torch may not difcover use 
 Enter (reffia. 
 Troy. (refidcome forth to him. 
 Dio.. How now my charge? 4 
 Cref.Now my {weer gardianzhearkea word with yous 
 ‘Troy. Yea,fo familiar? 
 Vbf, She will fing any man at firkt 
 Ther. And any.man may finde her, 
 life : fhe’s noted. 
 Dio. Will you remember ? 
 Cref; Remember ? yes. 
 Dio. Nay ,but doc then ; 
 pled with your words. 
 Troy. What fhould fhe remember ? 
 Piif. Lik? . ' 
 Cref. Sweet hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly. 
 Ther, Roguery. 
 Dio, Nay then. 
 Cref-Ie tell you what. 
 Dio. Fo, to, come tela pin, you are a forfwome = 
 Cref. \n faith I cannot: what would you haveme' 
 Ther. A jugling tricke, tebe fecretly opens 
 Dio, What did you fweare you wonldbeftow on 
 _Cref: Uprethee doe not hold me to mine oath. 
 Bid me doeany thing but that {weet Greeke. 
 Dio. Good 
 
 fight. 
 it he can take her } 
 
 and let your minde be cou } 
 
 inc? | 
 
Die.Good night. 
 
 Troy. Hold patience. 
 
 Viif-How now Troian? 
 
 Cref. Diomed. 
 
 Dio. No,no,good night: Ile be your foole no more: 
 
 Troy. Thy better mutt. 
 
 (ref. Hearke one word in your eare. 
 
 Troy. O plague and madneffe! 
 
 Ulf. You are moved Prince,let us depart I pray you, 
 Left your difpleafure fhould enlarge it felte 
 To wrathfull tearmes:this place is dangerous; 
 The time right deadly: I befeech you goe* 
 
 Troy. Behold,I pray you. 
 
 Ulf. Nay, good my Lord goe off: 
 Youflow to great diftraction: come my Lord? 
 
 Troy. 1 pray thee ftay? 
 
 Vif. You have not patience,come. 
 
 Troy.I pray you ftayeby hell and all hells torments, 
 I will not {peake a word. 
 
 Dio. And {o good night. 
 
 (ref Nay, but you part in anger. 
 
 Troy. Doth that grieve thee?O withered truth! 
 
 Vif: Why,how now Lord? 
 
 Troy. By Jove will be patient. 
 
 Cref, Gardian?why Greeke? 
 
 Dio. Fo,fo,adew,you palters z 
 
 Cre. In taith |. doe not:come hither ofice againe. 
 
 Vif. ¥ ou thake my Lord at foriiething;will you goc? 
 You wil! breake ont. 
 
 Trey. She ftroakes his checke. 
 
 Ulf; Come.come. 
 
 Troy. Nay ftay,by [ove I willnot{peakea word. 
 There is betweene my wiil,and all offences, 
 A guard of patience; {tay a little while. 
 
 Ther, How the divell Luxury with his fat rumpe and | Mindes fwai'd by eyes,are full ofturpitude. 
 
 Potato finger,tickles thefe together-frye lechery,fryes 
 Dio. But will youthen? d 
 (ref. \n faith I will goesnever truft me elfe. 
 Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it. 
 (tef. Ue fetch you one. 
 Ulif. You have {worne patiences 
 Troy. Feare me not fweete Lord. 
 I willnot be my {elfe,nor have cognition 
 OF what I feele:I am all patience. 
 Ther. Now the pledge,now now now. 
 Cref; Here Diemed,keepe this Sleeve. 
 Troy. O beauty ! where is thy Faith? 
 Vif. My Lord. : 
 Troy. 1 will bé patient,outwardly Twill. 
 Cref: You looke upon that Sleeve?behold it weil: 
 He /ov’d me:O faife wench-give’t me againe. 
 Dio, Whole wast? 
 Cre. vis no matter now I have’t againe. 
 Twill not meete with you tomorrow night: 
 Iprythee Diomed wifite me no more. 
 Ther. Now the Sharpens: well faid Whetftone. 
 ‘Dio. fhall have its 
 Cref. What, this? 
 Dio. | that. : 
 Cref, QO all you gods | O pretty,pretty pledge; 
 Thy Maifter now lies thinking in his bed 
 Of thee and me,and fighes,and takes my Glove, 
 And gives memoriall dainty kiffes to it; 
 As I kiffe rhee. : 
 Dio. Nay,doe not fnatchitfromme. = 
 Cref. He that takes that,takes my heart withali. 
 
 Troylus and Crefsida, 
 
 Enter Creffid. | Shall I not lie, in publithing a truth? 
 
 Dio. 1 had your heart before,this followes it: 
 Troy.1 did {weare patience. 
 Cre/-You thallnot have it Diomed:faith you fhall not 
 Ile gine you fomething elfe. : 
 Dio. I will have this:whofe was it? 
 Cref. It is no matter. 
 Déo.Come tell me whole it was? 
 Cref. Twas one tliat lov’d me better then you will, 
 But now you have it;take it, 
 Dio. Whole was it? 
 Cref. By all Diazas waiting women yonder, 
 And by her felfe,I will not tell you whofe. 
 Dw. To morrow willl weare it on my Helme, 
 And grieve his {pirit that daresnotchalienge it. 
 Tro. Wert thouthe divell,and wor’ft it on thy horne 
 It fhould be challeng’d. : 
 Cref. Well, well,tis done,tis paft;and yet it isnot: 
 I will not keepe my word. 
 Dio. Why then farewell, 
 Thou never fhalt mocke Diomed againe. 
 (ref: You fhalt not goe:one cannot {peake a word, 
 But it ftrair ftarts yous 
 Die. I doe not li! ethis fooling. 
 Ther, Nor I by Pluto: but that that likes not me, plea- 
 | fes me beft. 
 Dio. What fhall 1 come?the houre. 
 Cref. 1, come:O Jove! doe,come:] fhall be plagn’d. 
 Dio. Farewell tillthea. Exit. 
 Cref. Good night ? I prythee come: 
 Troylus farewelleone eye yet lookes on thee, 
 But with my heart,the other eye,doth fee- 
 Ah poore our fexe;this fault in us I finde: 
 The errour of our eye,directs our minde. 
 What errour leads,muft erre:O then conclude, 
 
 Exit. 
 Téer.A proofe of Rrength fhe could not publith more; 
 Voleffe the fay,my mindeis now turn’d whore, 
 Ubyf. Al’s done my Lord. 
 Troy. Itise 
 Pf. Why ftay we then? 
 Troy. To make arecordation to my foule 
 Of every fyllable that here was {pokes 
 But if I tell how thefe two did coact; 
 
 Sith yet there is a credence in my heart: 
 An efperance fo obftinately ftrong, 
 That doth invert that reft of eyes and cares; 
 As if thofe organs had deceptious functions, 
 Created onely to calumniate. 
 Was (refed here? : 
 
 Uh. i cannot conjure Trojan, 
 
 Troy. She wasnot fure. 
 
 Viif. Moft {ure fhe was. 
 
 Troy. Why my negation hath riotafte of madnefle? 
 
 Vif. Nor mine my Lord:Cre/fid was here but now. 
 
 Troy. Let it not be beleey'd for womanhood: 
 Thinke wehad mothers;doe not give advantage 
 To ftubborne Criticks,apt without a theame 
 For depravation,tefquare the generall fex 
 By Cre/sids rule.Rather thioke this not (> <{sid, 
 
 Vii. W hat bath the done Prince,that can foyle our 
 
 mothers?“ 
 
 Troy. Nothing at all, unleffe that this were the. 
 
 Ther. Will he {wagger himfelfe out on’s owne eyes? 
 
 Troy. This fhe?no,this is Diomeds Crefsida: 
 If beauty havea foule,this is nor fhe: 
 
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 | If foules guide vowes; if vowesare {anctimony; 
 | If{anctimony be the gods delight: 
 
 If there be rule in nnity it felte, 
 
 This is not fhe: O madnefie of difcourfe! 
 That canfe ets up, withsand againft thy feife, 
 
 By foule authority :where reafon can revolt 
 Without perdition,and lofle affume all reafon, 
 Without revolt. This is,and is not Creffid: 
 
 Within my foule,there doth conduce a fight 
 
 Of this ftrange nature,that a thing infeparate, 
 Divides more wider then the skie and earth: 
 
 And yet the fpacious bredth of this divifion, 
 Admits no Orifece for a point as fubtle, 
 
 As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter: 
 
 Inftance,O inftancel{trong as P/utoes gates: 
 Creffidis mine,tied withthe bonds of heaven; 
 Inftance O inftance,ftrong as heaven it felfe: 
 
 The bonds of heaven are flipt,diffolv’d, and loos’d: 
 And with another knot five finger tied, 
 
 The fractions of her faith, orts of her love: 
 
 The fragments, {craps,the bits and greacy reliques, 
 Of her ore-eaten faith,are bound to Diomed, 
 
 Vii/.May worthy Troy!as be halfe attached 
 With that which here his paflion doth exprefle? 
 
 Troy. 1 Greeke,and that fhall be divulged well 
 In Characters,as redas A@ars his heart 
 Inflam’d with Venss never did yong man fancy 
 With fo eternall and fo fixta foule- 
 
 Hearke Greek:as muchas I doe Crefida love; 
 
 So much by weight,hate I her Diomed, 
 
 That Sleeve is mine.that heele beare in his Helme: 
 Were it aCaske compos’d by /xlcans skill, 
 
 My Sword fhould bite it:Not the dreadfull {pout. 
 Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call, 
 Conftring’d in maffe by the almighty Fenne, 
 Shalldizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare 
 
 In hisdifcentsthen fhall my prompted fword, 
 Falling on Déomed. 
 
 Ther. Heele tickle it for his concupy- 
 
 Troy. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid  falfe, falfe,falfe: 
 Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name, 
 
 And theyle feeme glorious. 
 Vif. © containe your felfe: 
 Your paffion drawes eares hither. 
 Enter eAned. 
 
 ~#£n. Uhave beene feeking you this houre my Lord: 
 Hefélor by this is arming him in Troy. 
 
 »4iax your Guard, ftales to conduct yon home. 
 
 Troy. Have with you Prince: my curteous Lord adew: 
 Farewellrevolted faire : and Diomed, 
 
 Stand faft,and weare a Caltle on thy head. 
 Vii. Ve bring youto the Gates. 
 
 Troy. Accept diftracted thankes. 
 
 Excunt Troylus, Anca, and Ulylfes. 
 
 Thers- Would I could meete that roague Dionsed , I 
 would croke like a Raven : 1 would bode, I would bode: 
 Patroclus will-give me any thing for the intelligence of 
 
 - this whoresthe Parrot will net do more foran Almond, 
 then he fora commodious drab : Leclery,lechery , full 
 warres andlechery,nothing elfe holds fafhion, A burning 
 divell. take them. Exit. 
 
 Enter Heétor and Andromacht. 
 
 And. When was my Lord fo much ungently temper’d, 
 To ftop his eares againft admonifhment? 
 Vnarme,vnarme,and doe not fight to day. 
 
 Heé.Youtraine me to offend you:get you gone. 
 
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 By the everlafting gods,Tle goe- ; 
 And. My dreames will {ure prove ominous to the day, 
 Heé?, No more L fay. Enter (-alfandra, 
 Caf.Where is my brother Heétor? 
 eAind.Here fifter,arm'd,and bloudy in intents 
 Comfort with mein loud and deere petition: 
 Purfue we him on knees:for 1 have dreampt 
 Of bloudy turbulence;and this whole night 
 Hath nothing beene but fhapes,and formes of flaughter. 
 (af. O, tis true. 
 Heft. Ho? bid my Trumpet found. 
 Caf. No notes of fally,for the heavens,fweet brother. 
 Heét. Begon I fay:the gods have heard me {weare. 
 Caf. The godsare deateto hot,and peevith vowes; 
 They are polluted offrings,moreabhord 
 Then {potted Livers in the facrifice. 
 cud. O be perfwaded,doe not count itholy, 
 To hurt by being juftsit is as lawfull: 
 For we would count give much toas violent thefts, 
 And rob in the behalfe of charity. 
 Caf. Itis the purpofe that makes ftrong the vowe; 
 But vowes to every purpofe muft not hold: 
 Vnarme {weete Heéfor, 
 Heét. Hold you ftill I fay; 
 
 | Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate: 
 
 Life every man holds deere,but the deere man 
 Holds honor farre more precious-deere,then life. 
 Enter Troylus. 
 How new yong manfmean ft thou to fightto day? 
 . And, Caffandra, call my father to perfwade. 
 Exit Caffandra, 
 Het. No faith yong Trey/us ; doffe thy harnefle youth; 
 I am to dayith’vaine of Chivalry? . 
 Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be ftrong; 
 And tempt not yet thebruthes of the warre. 
 Vnarme thee,goe,and doubt thou not brane boy, 
 Ile ftandto day, for thee,and me,and Troy. 
 Troy. Brother,you have a vice of mercy in you; 
 Which better fitsa Lyon,then a man. 
 Hef#. What vice is that?good Troylns chide me for it, 
 Troy, When many times the captive Grecian fals, 
 Even inthe fanne and winde of your faire Sword: 
 You bid them rife, and live. 
 Heé. O tis faire play. 
 Troy. Fooles play,by heaven Heéfor. 
 Hec. How now?how nowé 
 Trey. For th’love of all the gods 
 Let’s leave the Hermit Pitry with our Mothers; 
 And when we have our Armors buckled on, 
 The venom’d vengeance ride upon our fwords, 
 Spur them to ruetull worke,reinethem from ruth. 
 Heéi. Fie favage, fie. 
 Troy. Hector,then tis warres, 
 Hec. Troylus,| would not have you fight todays 
 Troy. Who fhould with-hold me? 
 Not fate,obedience,nor the hand of Mars, 
 Beckning with fiery trunchion my retire; 
 Not Priamus,and Hecuba on knees; 
 Their eyes ore-galled with recourfe of tearess 
 Nor you my brother,witk your true fword drawne 
 Oppos’d to hinder me, fhould ftop my way: 
 But by my ruine. 
 Enter Priam and Casandra. 
 Caf. Lay hold upon him Priam,hold him faft: 
 He is thy crutchsnow if thou loofe thy ftay, 
 Thou on him leaning,andall Troy on thee, 
 
 Fall 
 
Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 Fall all together. 
 Priam.Come Hefor,come,goe backe: 
 Thy wife hath dreampt:thy mother hath had vifions, 
 (affanara doth foretee;and I my felfe; 
 Am like a Propliet {uddenly enrapt, 
 to tell thee that this day is ominous: 
 Therefore come backe. 
 Heth. -Eneas isa field, 
 AtidI do ftand engag’d to mary Greekes, 
 Even in the faith of valour,to appeare 
 This morning to them. 
 Priam. 1, but thou fhalt not goe, 
 Heé?. I muft not breake my faith: 
 You know me dutifull,therefore deare fir; 
 Let me not fhame refpedct;but give me leave 
 To take that courfe by your confent and voice, 
 Which you doe here forbid me, Royall Priam. 
 Caf. O Priam,yeeldenot to him. 
 And. Doz not deere father. 
 ett, Andromuache\ am offended with you: 
 Vpon the love you beare me, get you in. 
 Exit Andromache. 
 Troy. This foolifh dreaming, fuperftitious girle, 
 Makes all thefe bodements. 
 C4f.O farewell,decre Hector: 
 Looke how thou dieft;looke how thy eye turnes pale: 
 Looke how thy wounds doe bleede at many vents: 
 Hearke how Troy roaresjho Heeuba cries out; 
 How poore Andromache {hrils her dolour forth; 
 Behold diftraction,frency and amazement, 
 Like witleffe Antickes one another meete, 
 And all cry Hector, Hectors dead:O Hector! 
 Troy. Away. 
 Caf. Farewell:yes,foft: Bector I take my leave; 
 Thou do’ft thy felfe,and ail our Troy deceive. 
 Hec. You are amaz’d,my Liege,at her exclaime: 
 Goe in and cheere the Towne,weele forth and fight: 
 Doe deedes of praife,and tell you them at night. 
 Priam. Farewell:the gods with fafety ftand aboutthee. 
 eAlarum. 
 Troy. They are at it,hearke:proud Diomed,beleeve 
 I come to loofe my arme,or winne my fleeve. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enver Pandar. 
 
 Pad, Doe youheare my Lord?do you heare? 
 Troy. What now? sah 
 Pand. Here’s a Letter come from yond poore girle. 
 Troy. Let me readé. 
 Pand, A whotlon tificke ; awhorfon rafcally tificke, 
 {orroubles me: and the foolifh fortune of this girle , and 
 what onething , what another, that 1 fhalbleave yon one 
 o'th’sdayes ;and T have a rheume in. mine eyes'too , and 
 fich an ache in my bones : that unlefle a man were curft, 
 Icannot tell what to thinke on’t. W hat fayes fhe there? 
 Troy. Words , words , mecre words, no matter from 
 the heart: ; 
 Threffea doth operate another way. 
 Goe windeto winde, there turne and change togethers 
 My love with words and errors {till fhe feedes; 
 But edifies another with her deedes. 
 Pand, Why,but heare you? 
 Troy.Hence brother lachy;ignomy and fhame 
 
 Perfue thy life,and live aye with thy name. 
 . Alarum. 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 Enter Therfites in secrsrfion. 
 
 Ther, Now they are clapper-clawing one another , He 
 goe looke on : that diffembling abhominable varlet Dio- 
 meade, has got that fame {curvy , doting, foolith yong 
 
 | knaves Sleeve of Troy , therein his Helme:! would faine | 
 
 fee them meet; that;that fame yong Troian affe, that loves | 
 the whore there , might fend that Greekifh whore-mai- | 
 fterly villaine, with the Sleeve, backeto the diffembling | 
 luxurious drabbe,of a fleevelefle errant. O’th’tother fide, 
 the pollicy of thofe crafty {wearing rafeals; that ftole 
 old Moufe-eaten dry cheete, Weffor :and thatfame dog- 
 foxe Udffes is not prov’d worth a Black-berry. They det 
 me up in pollicy ,that mungrill curre Asax , again{t that 
 dogge of asbad akinde , Achilles. And now isthe curre 
 Aiax prouder then the curre e4chilles , and will not arme 
 today. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime } 
 barbarifine;and pollicy growes into an ill opinion. | 
 Enter Diomed and Troylus. 
 
 Soft heere comes Sleeve,and th’other. 
 
 Troy. Flye not : tor fhould’&t thoutake the River Stix, | 
 I would {wim after. 
 
 Diom. Thou do’tt mifcall retire: 
 
 I doe not flye;butadvantagious care 
 Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude: 
 Haveat thee? i 
 
 Ther: Holdthy whore Grecian:now for thy whore 
 Troian:Now the Sleeve,now the Sleeve: 
 
 Enter Hebtor. 
 Freé.W hat art thou Greek?art thou for Hectors match? 
 Art thou of bloud,and honour? 
 
 Ther. No , no :1 amaratcall:a feurvy railing knave :a 
 very filthy roague. 
 
 Hec. I doe beleeve thee, live. 
 
 Ther. God amercy , that thou wilt beleeve me; bnt a 
 plagve breake thy necke---for frighting me : what's be- 
 come of the wenching rogues ? I thinkethey have {wal- 
 lowed oneanother, I would laughiat.ceat miracle---yet 
 in afort,lechery cates ipfelfe: Ileteeke them. 
 
 Exit. 
 Enter Diomed and Sarvent. 
 
 Dia. Goe,Soe,my fervant,takethou Tropdws Horfe; 
 Prefent the faire Steede to my Lady Creffid: 
 Fellow,commend my fervice to her beanty: 
 
 Tel) her, I have chaftisd the amourous Troyan. 
 And am her Knight by proofe, 
 
 Ser. goemy Lord. Enter »A gamemnon. 
 
 Aga, Renew,renew,the fierce Pohdamus 
 Hath beare downe Menonzbaltard Adargarelon 
 Hath Doreas prifoner. 
 
 And ftands Coloffys-wife waving his beame, 
 Vpon the pafhed courfes of the Kings: 
 Epiftropms aud Cedus, Polixinesis laine: 
 Amphimacus,and Thoxs deadly burt: 
 Patrocius tane or flaine,and Palamedes i 
 Sore hurt and bruifed;the dreadful Sagittary 
 Appauls our numbers, halte we Diomed 
 Tore-enforcement,or we perifh-all, 
 
 : , Enter Neffor. 
 
 Ne/t, Goe beare Patroclus body to. Achilles, 
 And bid the fnaile-pac'd Ajax arme for fhame, 
 There isa thoufand Heetors inthe field; 
 
 Now here he fights on Ga/athe his Horfe, 
 
 And there lacks worke.anon he’s thereafoote, 
 
 And there they flye or dye, like fealed{culs, oC) 
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 Before the belching W hale, then is he yonder, 
 And there the ftraying Greekes,ripe for his edge, 
 Fall downe before him,like the mowers fwath; 
 Here.there,and every where, heleavesand takes; 
 Dexterity fo obaying app«tite, 
 
 That what he will he does,and does fo much, 
 That proofe is call’dimpofsibility. 
 
 Enter Vipffes. 
 
 Viif. Oh,courage,courage Princes:great Achilles 
 Is arming,weeping,curfing vowing vengeance; 
 Patroclus wounds have rouz’d his drowzie bloud, 
 Together with his mangled Myrmidons, 
 That nofeleffe,handleffe,hackt and chipt, 
 Crying on Heéfor. Aiax hath lofta friend, 
 And foamesat mouth,and he is arm’d,and at it: 
 
 Roaring for Treylus ; who hath done to day, 
 
 Mad and fantafticke execution; 
 
 Engaging and redeeming of himfelfe, 
 
 With fucha carelefle force,and forceleffe care, 
 
 As ifthat luck in very fpight of cunning,bad him winal. 
 
 Emer Aiax. 
 
 e4ia Troylus,thou coward Troylus. 
 Dio. I,there,there. 
 Neft. So,{o,we draw together. Exit. | 
 Exter Achilles. 
 
 Achit. Whereis this Heétor? 
 Come,come,thou boy-queller, fhew thy face: 
 Know what it isto meete eAchslles angry. 
 Hetétor,wher's Hettor? 1 willnone but Heflor. 
 
 Enter Avax. 
 Aia. Troylas,thou coward Troylus thew thy head. 
 Enter Diomed. 
 Diows. Troylas,1 fay, wher’sTreylus? 
 Aia. What would’ft thou? 
 Dio. 1 would correct him. 
 Aia. Werel theGenerall, 
 Thon fhould’tt have my oifice, 
 Ere that correction:7roy/us 1 {ay what Trey lus? 
 Eater Troylus. 
 Troy. Oh tritour Diomed| 
 Turne thy falfe face thou traytor, 
 And pay thy life thou oweft me for my horfe 
 Dio. Ha,artthou there? 
 cia. Ue ght with him alone,fand Domed. 
 Dio. He is my prize, will not looke upon. 
 Troy. Come both you cogging Greckes , have atyou 
 both. Exit Troylus. 
 
 come to him; 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Hettor. 
 Heft. Yea Trojlas?O well fought my yongeft Brother. 
 Enter Achilles 
 Achil. Now doe I fee theeshave atthee Helfer. 
 Heét. Panfe if thou wilt. 
 eAchil. 1 doe difdaine thy curtefie, proud Troian; 
 Be happy that my armes are ont of ufe: 
 My reftand negligence befriend thee now, 
 But thou anon fhalt heare of me againe: 
 Till when,goe feeke thy fortune. 
 He&t. Fare thee well: 
 I would have beene much more a frefher man, 
 Had I expected theezhow now my Brother? 
 Enter Troylus. 
 Troy. Aiax hath tane eA nens;Soall it be? 
 No, by the fame of yonder glorious heaven, 
 He fhall not carray him:Tle be tane too, 
 Or bring him offsFate heareme what I fay; 
 
 “He fruth it,and unlocke the rivets all, 
 
 Troylus and Crefsida. 
 
 I wreake not,though thou end my lifetoday. Exit, 
 Enter onein Arwmsosr. 
 Heét. Stand, {ftand,thou Greeke; 
 Thou art a goodly marke: 
 
 No? wilt thou not?l like thy armour well, 
 
 But Ile be maifter of it:wiltthou not beaft abide? 
 Why then flye on, Ile hunt thee for thy hide. 
 Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. 
 e4chil. Come here about me you my Myrmidons: 
 Marke what I fay;attend me where I wheele: 
 Strike nota ftroake,but kepe your felves in breaths 
 And when I have the blondy Heé#or found, 
 Empale him with your weapons round abont: 
 In felleft manner execute your armes 
 Follow me firs,and my proceeding eye; 
 It is decreed, Heétor the great muft dyes 
 Enter T herfites, Menelans,and Paris 
 Ther. The Cuckold and the Cuckold-maker areatits 
 now bull,now dogge,lowe ; Paris lowe; now my double 
 hen’d {parrow ; low Paris, lowe ;the bull has the game: 
 ware hornes ho? 
 
 Exit, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit Paris and Menelaus. 
 Enter Baftard. 
 Baft. Turne flaveand fight. 
 J her. W hat art thou? 
 Beft. A Baftard Sonne of Priams. 
 Ther. TamaBaftard too, Ilove Baflatds , lamaBa 
 
 | ftard begot,Baftard inftructed , Baftard in minde, Baftard 
 
 in valour, in every thing illegitimate": one Beare will not 
 bite another , and wherefore fhould one Baftard ? rake 
 heede, the quarrel’s moft ominous to us:if the Sonne ofa 
 whore fight for a whore,he tempts judgement: farewell 
 
 | Baftard. 
 
 Bajt. The divell take the coward. 
 Enter Hector. 
 
 Hec. Mott putrified core fo faire without: 
 Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life. ° 
 Now is my dares worke done;Ile take good breath: 
 Reft Sword,thow haft thy fill of bloud and death. 
 
 Enter Achilles and bis Myrmidens. 
 
 Acbil. Looke Heetor how the Sunne beginsto fet: 
 How ugly night comes breathing at his heeles, 
 Even withthe vaileand darking of the Sunne. 
 Toclofe the day up, Hectorslife is done. 
 
 Hect. Lam unarmy’d,for-goe this vantage Greeke- 
 
 Achit' Strike fellowes {trike,this is the man1 fecke. 
 So Ilion fall thou:now Troy finke downe: 
 Here lyes thy heart,thy finewes,and thy bone: 
 On A4prmidons,cry you alla maine, 
 Achilles hath the mighty Hector flaine. 
 Hearke,a retreat upon our Grecian part. 
 
 Gree. The Troian Trumpets foundsthe like my Lord. 
 
 chi. The dragon wing of night orefpreds theea 
 And ftickler-like the Armies feperates 
 My halfe fupt Sword,that frankly would have fed, 
 Pleas’d with this dainty bitt:thus goes tobede 
 Come,tye his body to my horfestayle: 
 Alonig the field, 1 will the Troian traile. 
 
 Sound Retreat. Shont. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Retreat. 
 
 Excnnt. 
 Enter Agamemnon, Aiax, <Menelans,Nefier, 
 Diomed,and the reft marching. 
 
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 Sold, Achilles, Achilles,Hector’sflaine, Achilles, 
 Dio. The bruite is Heétor’s flaine,and by Achilles. 
 cia. If it be fo,yet bragl< fle tet it be: 
 
 Great Heéor was a manas good as he. 
 
 Agam. Martch patiently alongslet one be fent 
 
 To pray Achilles {ee us at our Tent. 
 
 If inhis death the gods have us befriended, 
 
 Great Troy is ours,and our fharpe warsare ended. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 Enter Aneas Paris, Anthenor and Deiphobns. 
 cine. Stand hoe, yet are we maifters of the field, 
 
 Never goe home; here ftarve we out the night. 
 
 Enter Troylus. 
 Trey. Heéfor is flaine. 
 eAll Heélor?the gods forbid. 
 Tory. Hee’s dead:and at the murtherers Horfestaile, 
 
 Tn beaitly fort,drag’d through the fhamefull Field, 
 
 Frowne on you heavens,¢ffect your rage with {peedes 
 
 Sit gods upon your throanes.and {mile at Troy. 
 
 I fay at once,let your briefe plaguesbe mercy, 
 
 And linger not our fare deftructions on, 
 ene. My Lord,you doe difcomfortall the Hofte. 
 Troy. Youunderttand me not,that tell me fos 
 
 I doe not {peake of flight, of feare,of death, 
 
 But dareall imminence that gods and men, 
 
 Addreffe their dangers in. Heétor is gone: 
 
 Who fhalltell Priam fofor Hecuba, 
 
 | Lethim that willa fcreechoule aye be call’d, 
 
 } Goeinto Troy,and fay there, Heétor’s dead: 
 
 | Thereisa word will Priam turne to ftone; 
 
 Make wels,and 2 sobes of the maides and wives3 
 
 Coole ftatues of the youth:and ina word, 
 
 | Scarre Troy out of it felfe. But martch away, 
 
 Heffor is dead:there is no moreto fay. 
 
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 Stay yet:you vile abhominable Tents, 
 Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plaines: 
 Let Titan rife as early as he dare, 
 lis through,and through you; & thou great fiz’d coward: 
 No {pace of Earth hall funder our two hates, 
 He haunt thee,like a wicked confcience ftill, 
 That mouldeth goblins {wift as frenfies thoughts. 
 Strikea free maitchto Troy,with comfort goe: 
 Hope of revenge, fhall hide our inward woe, 
 Enter Pandarus, 
 Pand. But heare yourheare you? 
 Troy. Hence brother, lacky,ignomy,and fhame 
 
 Perfuethy life,and live aye with thy name. Exenunt. 
 
 Pa.A goodly medcine for mine a kingbones:oh world, 
 world,world | thusis the poore agent difpi{de:Oh trai- 
 tours and bawdes;how earneftly are you fetaworke , and 
 how ill requited? why fhould our indevour be fo defir’d, 
 and the performance fo loath’d ? What Verfe for it? what 
 inftance for it?let-me fee 
 Full merrily the humble Bee dotk fing, 
 Tull he hath loft his hony,and. his fling. 
 And being once fabdu'd in armed taile, 
 Sweete hony,and fweete notes together faile. | 
 Good traders in the fleth, fet this in your painted cloathes 
 As many as be heere of Panders hall, 
 Your eyes halfe out, weepe out at Pandar’s fall: 
 Or if you cannot weepe.yet give fome grones; 
 Though not for me,yet for your akingbones: 
 Brethren and fifters ofthe hold-dore trade, 
 Some two months hencamy will fhall here be made: 
 It fhould be now, but that my feare is this: 
 Some galled Goufe of Winchefter would hiffe: 
 Till then, Ile {weare,and feeke about for eafes; 
 
 And at that time be queath you my difeafes.  Exewnt, 
 
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 Fnter a Company of Mutsnons Citizens with Staves, 
 (labs and other weapons. 
 
 1. {itizen. : 
 Efore we proceed any further heare me {peake. 
 All. Speake, fpeake- 
 8 1.9. Youareall refoly’dratherto dy shen 
 F999 to famifhe . 
 All. cefolv drefolv'd. 
 I. Cit. Firft you know ,Cas 
 to the people. 
 
 All. We know't. 
 
 3. Cite Letus killhim, and wee'l have Corne at our 
 owne price: Is'ta Verdi&t? 
 
 AILNo moretalking on’t,Letit be done, away, away 
 
 9. Cit.One word,good Citizens : 
 = 1.(. Weare accounted poore Citizens, the Patri- 
 cians good:what Authority {urfets one,would releeve us, 
 If they would yeclde usbut the fyperfluity while it were 
 wholfome, we might gueffe they releeved us humanely: 
 Butthey thinke we are too deere, the leannes that afflicts 
 us, the object of our mifery , isas an inventory to parti- 
 cularizecheir abundance, our fufferance isagaine to them. 
 Let us revenge this with our Pikes,ere we become Raks. 
 Forthe Gods know, I{peakethis in hunger for Bread, 
 not in thirft for Revenge- 
 
 >. Cit. Would you proceede efpecially apainft Cais 
 Martins. 
 
 es Againtt him firft:He's a very dog to the Com- 
 monalty- ; 
 
 2.Cst.Confider you what Services he ha’s done for his 
 Country? : 
 
 1. Cit. Very well, and could be content to give him 
 good report fort, but that hee payes himfelfe withbee- 
 ing proud. ee 
 
 "All. Nay, but {peake not malicioufly. d 
 
 1. Cit. Lay unto you,what he hath done Famontfly, 
 he didit to that end:though foft confcienc’d men can be 
 content to fay it was for his Countrey ; he did ir to pleafe 
 his Mother,and to be partly proud , which heis , evento 
 the altitude of his vertue- 
 
 >. Cit. What he cannot helpe in his Nature, you ac- 
 count a Vicein him ; You muft inno way fay heis coue- 
 
 ous. 
 : r< Cit. If I muft not , I needenot be barren of Accufa- 
 tions he hath faults( with farplus)cotyre in repitition. 
 Showts withiva. 
 
 What fhowts are thofe? The other fide a’th City isrifen: 
 why ftay we prating heere?To th’Capitoll. 
 
 Ail, Come,come. 
 
 us Martius is chicfe enemy 
 
 1 Cit. Soft,swho comes heere? ; 
 Enter (Menemns eAgrippa- ; 
 
 2 Cit. Worthy Aenenims eA greppas ORE that hathale | 
 wayes lov'd the people. 
 
 1 Cit.He’s one honeft enoughswould althe reft werelo- 
 
 (Men. What workes my Countrimen in hand? 
 Where go you with your Batsand Clubs? The matter 
 Speake I pray you. 
 
 > Cit. Our bufines is not unknowneto.th’Senat, they 
 have had inkling this fortnight what we intend todo,ws 
 now wee'l fhew em in deeds:they fay poore Suiters have 
 ftrong breaths,they fhal know we have ftrong armsto0. 
 
 Men. Why Mailters,my good Friends, mine honeft 
 Neigbours, will you undo your felves? 
 
 2 Cit, Wecannot Sir,we are undone already,, 
 
 (Men. 1 tell you Friends,moft charitable care 
 Have the Patricians of you for your wants. 
 
 Your fuffering in this dearth,you may as well 
 Strike at the Heaven with your ftaves,as lift them 
 Againftthe Roman State, whofe courfe willon 
 
 The way it takes:cracking ten thoufand Curbes 
 
 Of more ftrong linkd afunder,then can ever 
 Appeare in your impediment. For the Dearth, 
 
 The Gods, not the Patricians make it,and 
 Your kneesto them(not armes )muft helpe. Alacke, 
 Youare tranfported by Calamity 
 
 Thether,where more attends you,and you flander 
 The Helmes o'th State;who care for you like Fathers, 
 When you curfe them, as Enemies. 
 
 2 (i. Care for us? Trucindeed , they nere card for us 
 yer. Suffer us to famith , and their Store-houfes cramm’d 
 with Graine : Make Edids for Viury , to fupport Vite 
 rers;repeale daily any wholfome At eftablifhed againft 
 the rich  -and provide more piercing Statutes daily, to 
 chaine up and reftraine the poore. If the Warres cate us 
 not uppe , they will, and ther’s all the love they beare, 
 
 us. 
 Men. Either you mutt 
 Confeffe your felves wondrous Malicious, 
 Or beaccus’d of Folly. I fhail tell you 
 A pretty Tale, it may be you have heardit, 
 But fince it ferves my purpofe, I will venture 
 To fcale’t a little more. 
 2 Cit. ‘Well, 
 Ile heare it Sir-yet you muft not thinke 
 To fobbe'off our difgrace witha tales 
 But and’t pleafe you deliver. : 
 (Men. There was atime, whenall the bodies members 
 Rebell’dagainft the Belly;thus accus’d its ; 
 That onely like a Gulfe it did remaine vd 
 
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 The Tragedy of Cortolanus. 
 
 P'cth midd’ft ath’body, idle and unattive, 
 Still cubbording the Viand never bearing 
 Like labour withthe reft,where th’other Inftruménts 
 Didfee,and heare,devife,inftruct, walke, fecle, 
 And mutually participate,did minifter 
 Vato the appetite;and affection common 
 Of the whole body, the Belly anfwer. 
 2 Cit. Well fir,what anfwer made the Belly. 
 Men. Sir; T fhalltell you with akindeof Smile, 
 Which ne’te came from the Lungs,but even thas: 
 For looke you I may make the belly Smile, 
 As wellas {peake,ittantingly replyed 
 To’th'difcontented Members,the mutinous parts 
 That envied hisreceiteseven fo moft fitly, 
 As you maligne our Senators,for that 
 They arenotfuchas you. 
 2 Cit. Your Bellies anfwer: W hat 
 The Kingly crown’d head‘the vigilant eye, 
 The Counfailor Heart,the Arme our Souldier, 
 Our Steed the Legge,the Tongue our Trumpeter; 
 With other Muniments and petty helpes 
 Inthis our Fabricke,if that they ==—=—== 
 (Men. What then? Foreme,this Fellow {peakes. 
 What then? W hat then? 3 
 2 Git. Should by the Cormorant belly be reftrain’d, 
 Whois the finke a th’body. 
 Aen, Well, what then? ; 
 2, Cit. The former Agent, if they did complaine, 
 What could the Belly anfwer? 
 Men. 1 will tell you, 
 If you’i beftow a fraall(of what you have little) 
 Patience awhile;you'ft heare the Bellies anfwer- 
 2 (i. Y’are long about it. 
 (Men. Note me this good Friends 
 Your mott grave Belly wasdeliberate; 
 Not rath like his Accufers and thus anfwered 
 True is it my Incorporate Friends(quoth he) 
 That I receive the general Food at firft 
 Which you do live uponsand fit itis, 
 Becanfe am the Store -houfe,and the Shop 
 Of the whole Body. But,ifyou doremember, 
 I fend it through the Rivers of your blood 
 Evento the,Court,the Heart,toth'teate oth’ Braine, 
 And through the Crankes and Ovlices of man, 
 The ftrongeft Nerves,and {mall inferiour Veines 
 From me'receive thar naturall competency 
 Whereby they live. And though that all at once 
 (You my good Friends, thisfayesthe Belly marke mes 
 2 (a. I fir,well,well. 
 Men. Though allat onee,cannot 
 See what I do deliver out to 'eath, 
 Yetl canmiake my Awdit up,thatall 
 From me do backe receive the Flowre of all, 
 And leave me but the Bran. What fay you toot? 
 2 Cit. It wasananfwer,how.apply you this¢ 
 (Men. The Senators of Romejare this good Belly, 
 And youthe mutinous Members:For cxamine 
 Their Counfailes,'and their Care;difgett things rightly, 
 Touching the Weale a’th Common, you fhal! finde 
 No publique benefit which you receive 
 But it proceeds, or comes from them toyou, 
 And no way from your felves. What do you thinke? 
 You,the great Toe of this Aflembly? 
 2 (it. I the great Toc? Why the great Toe? 
 (Men. For that being one oth lowelt,bafeft, pooreft 
 Of this moft wife Rebellion,thou goeft formott: 
 
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 Thou Rafcall,that art worft in blood torun, 
 Lead’{t firft to win fomie vantage. 
 
 Burt make you ready your ftiffe batsand clubs, 
 Rome,and her Rats,are at the point of battel, 
 The one fide muft have baile. 
 
 Ester Cains Alartins. 
 Hayle, Noble AZartins. : 
 Mar, Thanks. W hat’s the matter you diffentious rogues 
 
 That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion, 
 Make your felves Scabs. 
 
 2 (st. We haveever your good word. 
 
 Adar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter 
 Beneath abhorring, W hat would you have, you Curres, 
 That like nor Peace,nor Warre? The one affrights you, 
 
 The other makes yon proud. He that truits to you, 
 Where he fhould finde you Lyons,findes you Hares: 
 Where Foxes, Geefe you are: No furer, no, 
 Then is the coale of fire upon the Ice, 
 Or Hailftone in the Sun. Your Vertue is, 
 Tomake him worthy, whofe offence fuddues him, 
 And curfe that Iuftice did it- Who deferves Greatneffe, 
 Deferves your Hate:and your-Affections are { 
 A fickmans Appetite;who defiresmolt that 
 Which would encreafe his evill. He that depends 
 Vpon your favours,{wimmes with finnes of Leade, 
 And hewes downe Oakes, with rufhes.Hang ye:trutt ye? | 
 Wich every Minute you do change a Minde, { 
 And call him Noble,that was now your Hate: ( 
 Him vilde,that was your Garland. What’s the matter, 
 That in thefe feverail places of the City, 
 You cry againft the Noble Senate, who 
 (Vnder the Gods )keepe you in awe, whichelfe 
 Would feede on one another? What's their feeking? 
 (Men. For Corne at their ownerates,whereof they fay 
 The City is well ftor’d, 
 Mien. Hang’em:They fay? 
 
 | They’l fic by th’fire,and prefume to know 
 
 W hats doneit’h Capitoll: Who’s like to rife, 
 W ho'thrives,and who declines:Side factions,& give out 
 Conjecturall Marriages,making parties ftrong, 
 And feebling fuch as ftand not in their liking, 
 Below their cobled Shooes, They fay thers grain enough? 
 Would the Nobility lay afide theirruth, 
 And let me ufe my Sword, ’de makea Quarry 
 With thoufands of thefe quarter’d flanes,as high 
 As I could picke my Lance. 
 eMen. Nay thefe arealmoft thoroughly perfwaded: 
 
 For though abundantly they lacke diferetion 
 Yetare they pafsing Cowardly. But { befeech you, 
 What fayes the other Troope? 
 
 Mar. They are diffolv’d:Hang em; 
 They faid they were an hungry ,figh’d forth Proverbes 
 That Hunger-brokettone wais:that dogges muft eate 
 That meate was made for mouths. That the gods fen nor | 
 Corne for the Richmen onely: With thefe threds 
 They vented their Complainings, which being anfwer'd 
 Anda petition granted them,a itrange one, 
 To breake the heart of generofiry, 
 And make bold power looke pale , they threw their caps 
 As they would hang them on the hornes a'th Moone, 
 Shooting their Emulation. 
 
 Men. W hat is graunted them? 
 
 Mar. Five Tributes to defendtheir vulgar wifdorms 
 Of their owne choice. One's Junius Brutus, 
 Sicinins velatus ,ahd I know not. Sdeath, 
 
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 Therabble fhould have firft unroo'ft the City 
 Ere fo prevail’d with me;it will in time 
 Winupon power,and throw forth greater Theames 
 For Infurrections arguing. 
 
 Menen.Thisis ftrange- 
 
 (Mar. Go get you home you Fragments. 
 
 Enter a. Meffenger haftrly. 
 
 Mef. Where’s Cains Martins? 
 
 Mar. Heere:whats the matter? 
 
 Mef. The newesis firthe Volcies are in Armes- 
 
 (Mar. Tam glad on’t,then we fhall ha meanes to vent 
 Our mufty fuperfluity. See our beft Elders. 
 
 Enter Sicinins Velutus,Annins Brutus Cominins,Titus 
 Lartius with other Senatours. 
 
 1. Ses; (Martius tis trne,that you have lately told us, 
 The Volces are in Armes. 
 (Mar. They have a Leader, 
 Talus Auffiass that will put you toot: 
 I finne in envying his Nobility: 
 And were I any thing but what Iam, 
 I would with me onely he. 
 (om. You have fought together? 
 (Mar.Were halfe to halfe the world by.th’eares,& he 
 Vpon my party,Ide revolt to make 
 Onely my warres with him. Heis a Lion 
 That J am proud to hunt. 
 1. Sen. Then worthy Martins, 
 Attend upon Comininsto thefe Warres. 
 Cow. It is your former promide. 
 CMar, Sir it iSy 
 And Lam conflant:Titus Lacins, thou 
 Shalt fee me once more firike at T#//us face. 
 What art thou ftiffe? Stand’{t out? 
 Tit. No Cains Martins, 
 Tleleane upon one Crutch,and fight with tether; 
 Ere ftay behinde this Bufineffe. 
 Men. Oh true-bred. 
 Sen. Your company to’th’Capitoll, where 1 know 
 Oonr greateft Friends attend us. 
 Tit. Lead y on on:Follow Cominins, we mutt followe 
 you,right worthy you Priority. 
 (om. Noble Afartins. 
 Sen, Hence to your homes,be gone, 
 Mar, Nay let them follow, 
 The Volces have much Corne:take thefe Rats thither, 
 To guaw their Garners. Worfhipfull Mutiners, 
 Your valour puts well forth:Pray follow. Exeunt. 
 
 Citizens fteale away. Manent Sicin,& Brutus. 
 
 Sicin. Was ever man fo proudas is this Martinus? 
 
 Bru. He hasno equall. 
 
 Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the people. 
 
 Bra, Mark’d you his lip and eyes. 
 
 Sic. Nay,but his taunts. 
 
 Bru. Being mov’d,he will not {pare to gird the Gods. 
 
 Sie. Bemocke the modeft Moone, 
 
 Bru.The prefent Warres devoure him,he is growne 
 Too proud to be fo valiant. 
 
 Sicin. Sucha Nature,tickled with good fuccefle;dif- 
 daines the fhadow which ke treads on at noone, bnt I do 
 wonder , his infolence can brooke to be commanded uns 
 der Cominius? 
 
 Bru. Fame,at the which he aymes, 
 In whomalready he is well grac’d,cannot 
 Better he held,nor more attain’d then by 
 
 T he Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 A place below the firft:for what mifcarries 
 Shall be the Generals fault,thongh he performe 
 Tothvimoft of a man,and giddy ceniure 
 Will then cry ont of Martias:Oh, ithe 
 Had borne the bufineffe. 
 Sic. Befides, ifthings go well; 
 Opinion that fo ftickes on A4arsins,thall 
 Of his demérits rob Cominms. 
 
 Bru. Come:halfeall Cominins Honors are to Martms 
 Though AZartins carn’d them not:and all his faults 
 ToMartins hall be Honors,thongh indeed 
 In ought he merit not. 
 
 Sic. Let's hence,and heate 
 How the difpatch is made,and in what fafhion 
 More then his fingularity,he goes 
 Vpon this prefent Action. 
 
 Bru. Let’s along. 
 
 Exeant, 
 
 Enter Tullus Auffidins with Senators of Corielus. 
 
 I. Sen, So,your opinion is Auffidinss 
 
 That they of Rome are entred in our Counfailes, 
 And know how we proceedey 
 
 Axf. Is it not yours? 
 What ever bath bin thought onc in this State 
 That could be brought to bodily aét,ere Rome 
 Had circumuention:tis notfoure dayes gone 
 Since heard thence, thefe arethe words, thinke: 
 Ihave the Letter heere-yes,heere it 1s; : 
 They have preft a power, but it is not knowne 
 Whether for Eaft or W eftsthe Death is great, 
 The people Mutinous:And it is rumour'd 
 (Comvvins, Adartins your old Enemy 
 (Whois of Rome worfe hated then of you) 
 And Titus Lartizs,a moft valiant Roman, 
 Thefe threc leadeon this Preparation 
 Whether tis bent:mott likely;tis for yous 
 Confider of it. 
 
 1. Ses Our Armie’s in the Field: 
 We never yet made doubt but Rome wasready 
 Toanf{wer us. 
 
 euf. Nor did yon thinke it folly, 
 To keepe your great pretences vayl'd, tillwhen } 
 They needs muit fhew themfelves,which in the hatching 
 It feem’d appear’dto Rome. By the difcovery, 
 We fhall be fhortned‘in ourayme, which was 
 Totake inmany Townes,ere (almoft)Rome 
 Should know we were a-foot. 
 2.Sete Noble Aaffidins, Bo 
 
 Take your commiffion,hye you toyour Bands; 
 Let usalone to guard Corsolas 
 If they fetdowne befoie’s:for the remove 
 Bring up your Army:but(Ithinke)you’l finde 
 Th’have not prepar'd for use 
 
 Auf.O doubt not that, 
 I {peake from Certainties. Nay more, 
 Some parcels of their Power are forth already; 
 And onely hitherward. 1 leave your Honors« 
 If we, and Cains Martins chance to meete; 
 Tis fworne betweene us,we fhall ever ftrike 
 Till one can do nomore. 
 
 All. The Godsafsift you. 
 
 Anf. And keepe your Honors fafe. 
 
 I. Sen. Farewell. 
 
 2. Sen, Farewell, 
 
 ell. Farewell. 
 
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 Exaunt os 
 Enter 
 
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 Enter Volumnia and Virgiliawmorher and wife te Martins: 
 They fer thems downe on two lowe ftooles and fowe. 
 
 _ Uolu.I pray you daughter fing, or expreffe your felfe 
 in a more comfortable fort : If my Sonne were my Huf- 
 band, I fhould freelier rejoyce in that abfence wherein he 
 wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed, 
 where he would thew moft love. When yet hee was but 
 tender-bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb ; when 
 youth with comelineffe pluck’d all gaze his way ; when 
 fora day of Kings entreaties,a Mother fhould not fel him 
 an houre from her beholding;I confidering how Honour 
 would become fuch a perfon , that it was no better then 
 Pictureslike to hang by th’wall, ifrenowne made it not 
 ftirre, was pleas’d to let him feeke danger, where he was 
 like to finde fame : Toa crucll Warre [fent him, from 
 whence he return’d, his browes bound with Oake. I tell 
 thee Daughter , I {prangnot more in joy at firft hearing 
 he was a Man-child , then now in firft {eeing he had pro- 
 ved himfelfe a man. 
 
 : Virg. But had he died in the Bufinefle Madame, how 
 then? 
 
 Volum Then his good report fhould have beene my 
 Sonne, I therein woutd have found iffue. Heare me 'pro- 
 felle fineerely , had 1a dozen fons each in my lovealike, 
 and none lefle decre then thine , and my good CVWartins, 1 
 had rather lad eleven dye Nobly for their Countrey,then 
 one voluptuoufly furfet out of Action. 
 
 Enter a Gentlewoman. 
 
 Gent. Madam,the Lady Valeria is come to vifit yous 
 Virg. Befeech you give me leave to retire my felfes 
 Volum. Indved you fhall not: 
 
 Me thinkes,I heare hither your Husbands Drumme: 
 Sce him plucke Aaffidius downe by th’haire: 
 
 (As children froma Beare)the Velces fhunning him: 
 Me thinks,I fec him ftampe thus,and call thus, 
 Come on you Cowards,you were got in feare 
 Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow 
 With his mail’d hand,then wiping, forth he goes 
 Like to a Harveft man,thats task’d to mowe 
 
 Orall, or loofe his hyres : 
 
 Virg. His bloody Brow?Oh Iupiter,no blood. 
 
 Volum. Away you Foole;it morebecomes a man 
 Then gilt his Trophy:The brefts of Hecuba — 
 
 When the did fuckle Heétor, luok’d not lovelier 
 Then Heéors forhead when it {pit forth blood 
 At Grecian fwordes Contcnd-ng:tell Valeria ot 
 Weare fitto bid her welcome. Exit Gent, 
 Vir. Heavens blefle my Lord from fell e4 #ffidsus. 
 Vol. Hee’l beat Auffidins head below his knee, 
 And treade uponhis necke. 
 
 Enter Valeria with an U fher,and a Gentlewoman. 
 
 Val. My Ladies both good day to you. 
 
 Vel. Sweet Madam. 
 
 Vir.Lam gladtofeeyourLadyfhip- 
 
 Fal. How do youboth? Youare manifett houfe-kee- 
 pers. What are you fowing heere? A fine {potte in good 
 faith. How does your little Sonne? 
 
 Vir. Uthanke your Lady-fhip: Well good Madam. 
 
 Vol. He jhad rather feethe fwords, and heare a Drum, 
 thenlooke upon his Schoolmatter. 
 
 Val. A my word the Fathers Sonne : Ile fwearetis a 
 very pretty boy. A my troth, I look’d upon hima Wenf- 
 day halfe an houre together : ha’s fucha confirm’d coun- 
 
 The Tragedy of Cortolanus. 
 
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 tenance. I faw him run after a gilded Butterfly,and whe? 
 he caught it,he let it go againe, and after it againe ,and o- 
 ver and over he comes,and up againe-catcht it againe:or 
 whether his fall enrag’d him , or how twas,he did lo-fet 
 his teeth , and teare it. Oh,I warrant how he mammockt 
 it. 
 
 Fol, Oue on’s Fathers moods. 
 
 Val. Ind2d la, tis a Noble childe. 
 
 Virg. A Cracke Madam. 
 
 Val. Come , lay afide your ftitchery, T muft have you 
 play the idle Hufwife with me this after noone. 
 
 Virg. No(good Madam ) 
 
 I will not out of doores . 
 
 Vat. Not out of doores? 
 
 Volum. She fhall,the thall. 
 
 Vir. Indced no, by your patience;He not over the thre- 
 fhold,till my Lord returne from the Warres. 
 
 Val. Fye,you confine your felfe moft unreafonably: 
 Come,you mutt go vifit the good Lady thatlyes in. 
 
 Uirg. I will with her fpeedy ftrength, and vifite her 
 with my prayers:but I cannot go thither. 
 
 Volum. Why I pray you. 
 
 Ving. Tis not to fave labour,nor that I want love. 
 
 Val, Youwovid be another Penelope : yet they fay, all 
 the yeatne fhe fpun in UAffesabfence , did but fill Arhiea 
 full of Mothes. Come,I would your Cambrick were fen- 
 fibleas your finger, that you might leave pricking it for 
 pitty. Come you fha'l go with us. 
 
 Virg. No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not 
 foorth. 
 
 Val. Intruth la go with me, and He tell you excellent 
 uewes of your Husband. 
 
 Vir. Oh good Madam,there can be none yet. 
 
 Val. Verily Ido not ieft with you:there came newes 
 from him laft night. 
 
 Vir. Indeed Madam. 
 
 Val. In earneft it’s true ;T heard a Senatonr {peake ic. 
 Thus it is:the Volcies have an Army forth, againit whom 
 Cominins the Generallis gone , with one part of our Ro- 
 mane power. Your Lord, and Titus Lartius,are fet down 
 before their City Cariolws , they nothing doubt prevai- 
 ling,and to make it bréefe Warres. This is true on mine 
 Honor, and fo I pray go with us. 
 
 Vir. Give me excufe good Madame,! will obey you in 
 every thing heercafter. 
 
 Vol. Let her alone Lady,as fhe is now: 
 
 She will but difeafe our better mirth. 
 
 Val. \ntrothT thinke fhe would: 
 
 Fare you well then. Come good {weet Lady. 
 Prythee Virgilia turne thy folemneffe out a doore, 
 And go along with us. 
 
 Virg. No 
 Ata word Madam;Indeed I muft ner, 
 1 with you much mirth. 
 
 Val, Well,then farewell. 
 
 Exeunt Ladies. 
 
 Enter Adartins, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Co. 
 lours,with (aptaines and Seuldiers, gs 
 before ths City (ortalus:t0 them 
 aCMeffenger. 
 
 Mart. Yonder comes Newes: 
 A Wager they have met- 
 
 Lar. My horfe to yours,no, 
 
 Mar: Tis done. 
 
 Lar, Agreed. 
 
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 34 
 
 (Mar. Say ha’ sour General met the Enemy? 
 (Meff. They lye in view,but have not {poke as yet- 
 Lart. So,the good Horfe is mine. 
 Mart. Tie buy him of you. f : 
 Lart. No,lle not fel,nor give him:Lend you him J wal 
 For halfe a hundred yeares; Summon the Towne. 
 (Mar. How farre off lie thefe Armies? 
 (Mel. Within this mile and haife. 
 __ Mar. Then hall we heare their Larum,& they Ours. 
 Now Mars, I prythee makeus quicke in worke, 
 That we with {moaking {words maymarch from hence 
 To helpe our ficlded Friends. Come,blow thy blaft- 
 
 They $ ound a Parley: Enter two Senators with others on 
 the Walles of Corialus. 
 
 Tullus Auffidins,is he within your Walles? 
 
 1.Senat.No,nor aman that feares you leffe theri he, 
 That's léffer then alittle: - Drum afarre off. 
 Hearke,our Drummes 
 Are bringing forth our youth: Weel breake our Walles 
 Rather then they fhall pound us up our Gates, 
 Which yet feeme fhut , we have but pin’d with Rafhes, 
 They’le open of themfelves. Harke you, farre off 
 
 Alarum farre off 
 
 There is Avffidius. Lift what worke he makes 
 Among’ ft your cloven Army. 
 
 Mar. Ohthey areat it 
 
 Lar. Their noife be our inftruction.Ladders hoa. 
 
 Enter the eArny of the Uslces- 
 
 (Mar. They feare us not,but iffue for’h their City- 
 Now put your Shields before your hearts,and fight 
 With hearts more proofe then Shields, 
 
 Advance brave T#t#s, 
 They do difdaine us much beyond our Thoughts, 
 Which maks me fweat with wrath.Come on my follows 
 He that retires, Iletake him fora Volce, 
 And he fhall feele mine edge. 
 Alarnm,the Romans are beat backso thesr Trenches 
 Enter Martius (arfing. 
 
 Mar. All the contagion of the South,light on you, 
 You thames of Rome:you Heard of Byles and Plagues 
 Plaifter you o're,that you may be abhorr'd 
 Farther then feene, and one infect another 
 Againft the Windea mile :you foules of Geefe, 
 
 That beare the fhapes of men,how have you run 
 From Slaves,that Apes would beate; Pluto and Hell, 
 All hurt behinde,backes red,and faces pale. 
 With flight and agued feare,mend and charge home, 
 Or by the fires of heaven, lle leave the Foe, 
 And make my Warres on you:Looke too't:;Come on, 
 If you'l ftand faft,wee’l beate them totheir Wives, 
 Asthey us to our Trenches followed: 
 
 eA nother Alarum,and Martius follewes them to : 
 
 . gates and is [but tn. 
 
 So,now the gates are openow prove good Seconds, 
 
 Tis forthe followers, Fortune widens them, 
 
 Not for the flyers:Marke me,and do the like. 
 Enter the Gates. 
 
 1.Sol, Foole-hardineffe,not I. 
 
 2.Sod. Nor I. 
 
 x. Sol. See they have fhut himin.  <Alarum continues 
 
 e4l,To th pot! warrant him. Enter Tstms Lartins. 
 
 Tit. What is become of Martsus? 
 
 Ad. Slaine(Sir)doubtleffe. = 
 
 1.Sol. Following the Flyers at the very heeles, © 
 
 With them he enters:who upon the fodaine 
 Clapt to their Gates he is himfelfe alone, 
 Toan{wer all the City- 
 
 Lar. Qh Noble Fellow! 
 Who fenfibly ovt-dares his fenceleffe Sword, 
 And when it bowes,{tand’ft up: Thou art left Martins, 
 A Carbuncle intire:as big asthou art 
 Weare not fo rich a Iewell. Thou was't aSouldier 
 Evento Calves with,not fierceand terrible 
 Onely in ftrokes,but with thy grim lookes,and 
 The i hunder-like percrffion of thy founds 
 Thov mac’ft thine enemies fhake, asif the World 
 Were feavourous,and did trembles 
 
 Enter Martins bleeding afjaulted by the Enemy. 
 1.S0/. Looke Sir. 
 
 Lar.O tis eA artis. 
 
 Let's fetch him of,or make remaine alike. 
 They fight and all enter the City. 
 Enter certaine Romanes with [potles. 
 
 1-Rom. This will} carry to Komee 
 
 2.Rom. And i this. 
 
 3.Rom. A Murrain on't,I tooke this for Silver-Exeunt. 
 
 Alarum. continues fiillacfarre off. 
 Enter Martius and Titus with a Trumpet. i 
 ~ Mar. See heere thele movers, that do prize their hours } 
 Atacrak’d Drachme:Cufhions,Leaden Spoones, 
 Irons ofa Doit;Dublets that Hangmen would 
 Bury with thofe that worethem. T hefe baie flaves, 
 Ere yet the fight bedone,packe up.downe with them, 
 And harke,w hat noife the General! makes;Tohim 
 There is the man of my foules hate, duffidins, 
 Piercing our Romanes: Then Valiant Titus take 
 Convenient Numbersto make good the City, 
 Whil’1 withthofe that have the {pirit, will haffe 
 To helpe Comintns. 
 Lar.W orthy Sir,thou bleed, 
 Thy exercife hath bin too violent, 
 For a fecond courfe of Fight. 
 
 Mar. Six,praife me nots 
 My worke hath yet not warm'd me, Fare you well: 
 
 The blood I drop, is rather Phyficall 
 Then dangerous to me. To Aaffidins thus, I willappeare 
 
 Lar.Now the faire Godefle Fortune, _ (and fight, 
 Fall deepe inlove with thee,and her greatcharmes 
 Mifguide thy Oppofers fwords, Bold Gentleman: 
 Profperity be thy Page. 
 
 Mar. Thy Friend noleffe. 
 Then thofe fheplaceth higheft: So farewell. 
 Lar.Thou worthielt AdZartius, : 
 Go found thy Trumpet in the Market place, 
 Call chither all the Ovficers a’th’ Towne, 
 Where they fhail know our minde. Away. Excunt. 
 Enter Cominius asit were inretire,with [oldiers. 
 
 (om. Breath you my friends,wel fought, we arecome 
 Like Romans,neither foolith in our ftands, {oft 
 Nor Cowardly in retire:Beleeve me Sirs, 
 We fhali be charg’ againe. W hiles we have ftrooke 
 By interims and conveying gufts,we have heard 
 The Charges of our Friends. The Rowan Gods, 
 
 Leade their fuccefles.aswe with our owne, : 
 That both our powers,with fmiling Fronts encountring,. 
 May give you thankfull Sacrifices Thy Newes? 
 Enter a Meffenger. iat 
 | Mef. The Citizens of Corielus have yflued, 
 And given to Lartins and to Martins Battaile: 
 
 Ifaw |. 
 
4 
 v 
 
 tl 
 
 ie let merece LO nO PI cea 
 
 esnips 
 I faw our party totheir Trenbhes driven, 
 And then I came away. 
 Com. Though thou fpeakeft trath, 
 Me thinkes thou {peak ft not well. How long is’t fince? 
 (Mef. Above an houre.my Lord. 
 Com. Tis not a mile:briefely we heardtheir dramas. 
 How could’ ft thou ina mile confound an houre, 
 And bring thy Newes folate? 
 Me. Spies of the Uetees 
 Held mein chace,that I was fore’d to wheele 
 Three or foure miles about ,clfe had T fir 
 Halfe an houre fince brought my report. 
 
 Enter Martians, 
 
 Com, Whole yonder, 
 
 That doe’s appeare as he were Flead?O Gods, 
 He has the ttampe of CW4artins,and I have 
 Before time feene him thus. 
 
 (Mar. Come I too late? 
 
 (om. The Shepherd knowes not Thunder fr5 a Taber, 
 Morethen I know the found of Martins Tonguc 
 From every meaner man. 
 
 Aar.Come I too late? 
 
 Com. 1, if you come not in the blood of othefs, 
 But mantied in your owne. 
 
 Mar. Ohi!let me clip ye 
 T Armesas found,as when I woo'd in hearts 
 Asmerry,as when our Nuptiall day was done; 
 
 And Tapersburntto Bedward. 
 
 (om Flower of Warriors,how ?t with Titus Lartins? 
 
 Mar. As with aman bufied about Decrees: 
 Condemning fome to death,and foie to exile, 
 Ranfoming him,or pittying,threatning th’other; 
 Holding Corsolus in the name of Rome, 
 
 Evenlixe a fawning Grey-hound in the Leafh, 
 To let him fhip.at will 
 
 Com. Where is that Slave, 
 
 Which told methey had beate youto your Trenches? 
 Where is he? Call him hither: 
 
 Mar. Let him alone, 
 
 He did informe the truth : but for our’ Gentlemen, 
 The common file,(a plague. Tribunes for them) 
 
 The Moufe ne’re fhunad the Cat,as they did budge 
 From Rafcals worfe then they- 
 
 Com. But how prevail’d you? 
 
 Mar. Will the dime ferve to tell,1 do not thinkes 
 Where is the enemy? Are you Lords ath’ Field? 
 Ifnot,why ceafe youtill you are fo? 
 
 Com. (Martins we have at difadvantage fought, 
 And did retyre to win our propofe: ¢ 
 
 (Mar. How lies their Bartell? Know you on w hat fide 
 They have plac’d their men of eruft? 
 
 Com. As\ guefle ALartins, 
 
 Their Bands I’th Vaward are the Antients 
 Of their belt truft:O're them Av fidins, 
 Their very heart of Hope- 
 
 Mar. 1 do beftech you, 
 
 By ail the Battailes wherein we have foughr, 
 By th’ Blood we bave fhedrogether, 
 By th’ Vowes we have made ; 
 Toendure Friends, that you directly fet me 
 Againtt Au ffidins,and his eAntiats, 
 And that you not delay the prefent( but 
 Filling the aire with Swords advane’d )and Darts, 
 We pravethis very houre._ 
 (om. Thought could with, 
 
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 The Tragedy of Cortolanus. | 35 
 
 ee nEEEemameenemeemamenanal 
 
 ) You were conducted toa gentle Bath, 
 
 And Balmesapplycdto you,yetdare I never 
 Deny your asking,take your choice of thofe 
 | That beft canayde your aétion. 
 _ Mar. Thofe are they 
 
 That moft are willing;ifany fuch be heeres 
 | (Asit were finne to doubt)that love this painting 
 Wherein you fee me fmear'd,ifany feare 
 Leffen his perfon,then an illreport: 
 Ifany thinke,brave death out-weighes bad life, 
 And that his Countries deerer then himfelfe, 
 | Let him alone:Or {0 many fo minded, 
 | Wave thusto exprefie his difpofition, 
 | And follow A4artms. 
 | They all fhout and wave their {words sake him up in their 
 | Avmes,ana caft up their Caps. 
 
 Oh mealone,make you a {word of me: 
 Ifthefe thewesbe not outward which of you 
 
 AL! es sg . ’ 
 Able to beare againit the great Aaffidius 
 
 | A Shiels, as bard as his. A certaine number } 
 
 (Though thankes to all malt I felectffrom alls 
 
 The reft fhall beare the bufineffe in fome other fight 
 
 (As caufe will be obey’d: )pleafe you to Martech, 
 
 And foure fhall quickly draw out my Command, 
 
 Which ‘men are belt inclin’d. 
 Cons. Martch on my Fellowes: 
 
 Make good this oftentation,and you fhall 
 
 Divide inall,withus. 
 
 ; 
 
 } 
 Execunt. 
 Titus Lartins , having fet a guard vipon C ortolas , going with 
 Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius’, and ( ains Mar- 
 
 | But is foure Velces*None of you, but is 
 
 tins, Enters with a Lieutenant , other Souldsours ,\ and a 
 Scont. 
 
 Lar. So,let the Ports be guarded;keepe your Duties 
 As I havefet thetn downe. If I do fend, difpatch 
 Thofe Centuries to our ayd,the reft will ferve 
 For a fhort holding, if we loofe the Field, 
 We cannot keepethe Towne. 
 Liew, Feare not our care Sir. 
 Lar. Hence;and fhut your gates upon’s: 
 Our Guider come,to th’ Roman Campe conduct us. Exit, 
 elarum.as in Battasle. 
 
 Enter Martins aud Auffidins at feverall doores, 
 (Mar. lle fight with none but thee, for I do hare thee 
 Worfe thena Promife-breaker. 
 Auf. We hate alike: 
 Not Affrike ownes a Serpent I abhorre 
 More then thy Fame and Enuy:Fix thy foot. 
 ¢ Mar. Let the firft Budger dye the others Slave, 
 And the Gods doome him after. 
 Anf. If I flye Martins hollow me like a Hare. 
 Mar. Within thefethree houres Talus 
 | Alone I fought in your Cortolas walles, 
 And made what worke I pleas’d: Tis not my blood, 
 | Whereinthon feeft me maskt,for thy Revenge 
 Wrench up thy power to th’highett. 
 eA7nf, Wertthon the Heltor, 
 That was the whip of your brage’d Progeny, 
 Thou fhould’ft not fcapeme hecre. | 
 Heerethey fight, and certaine Volces come in the ayde of 
 Auffid. Martins fights til they be driven sn breatbles. | 
 Oiticious and not valiant,you have fham’d me 
 In your condemned Seconds. i 
 
 — 
 
T be Tragedy of Cortolanus. 
 
 Flourifh.. Alarum. eA Retrearis founded. Enter at 
 one Doore Cominsus,with the R,omanes: At 
 another Deore Martins with his 
 Armeina Scarfe. 
 
 (om. 1f I fhould tell theeo'rethis thy dayes W orkes 
 Thou’t not beleeve thy deeds:but Ile report it, 
 Where Senators fhail mingle teares with {miles, 
 Where great Patricians fhall attend ,and fhrug, 
 I’ch’end admire:where Ladies fiall be frighted, 
 
 And gladly quak’d,heare more: where the dull Tribunes, 
 
 That with the fufty Plebeans,hate thine Honors, 
 Shall fay againft their hearts,We thanke the Gods 
 Our Rome hath fucha Souldier. 
 
 Yet cam’ft thou roa Morfellof this Feaft, 
 
 Having fully din’d before, 
 
 Enter Titns with bis. Power,fromihe Prvfait. 
 
 Titus Lartins. Oh General: 
 Here is the Steed, wee the Caparifon: 
 Hadft thon behold ——~+. 
 
 (Mar. Pray now,ne more: 
 My Mother,who ha’s a Charter to extoll her Bloud, 
 When fhe do’s praife me,grieves me: 
 I have done as you have done,that’s what Ican, 
 Induc’d as you have beene;that’s for my Countrey: 
 He that ha’s but effected his good willy 
 Hath overta’ne mine Act., 
 
 Com. You hall not be the Grave of your deferving, 
 
 Rome. muft know the value of her owne: 
 Twere aConcealement worfe thena Theft, 
 No leffethena Traducement, 
 To hide your doings, and to filence that, 
 | Which to the fyire,and top of praifes vouch'd, 
 Would feeme but modeft:therefore I befeech you, 
 In figne of what youare,not toreward 
 What you have done, before our Army heare me, 
 
 Mar. Vhavefome Wounds upon me,and they {mart 
 To heare themfelves remembred. 
 
 Com, Should they not: 
 Well might they fefter *gainft Ingratitude, 
 And tent themfelves with death:of all the Horfes, 
 Whereof we have ta’ne good, and good ftore of all, 
 The Threafure in this field atchieved,and City, 
 We render youthe Tenth,to be ta’ne forth, 
 Before the common difir:bution, 
 Atyour onely choife.. 
 
 Mar. I thanke you Generall: 
 But cannot make my heart confent totake 
 A Bribe,to pay my Sword:! doe refute it, 
 And ftand upon my common part with thefe, 
 That have beheld the deing. 
 
 Along flourifo. They allery, Martins, Martins, 
 calt up their Caps and LauncessCominius 
 ana Lartins ftand bare. 
 
 Ma.May thefe fame Inftruments,which you prophane. 
 
 Never found more:when Drums and Trumpets thall 
 I'th’field prove flatterers,let Cours and Cities be 
 Made all of falfe-fac'd foothing: 
 
 When Steele growes foft,as the Parafites Silke, 
 
 Let him be made an Overture for th’Warres: 
 
 No more! fay, for that I have not wafh'd 
 
 My Nofe that bled,or foyl'd fome debile Wretch, 
 Which withoutnote,here’s many elfe havedone, 
 You fhoot me forth in acclamations hyperbolicall, 
 Asif I lov'd my little fhould be actos 
 
 In pray fes fawe’ft with Lies. 
 
 Com. Too modeft are you: 
 More cruellto your good report,then gratefull 
 Tous,that give you truly:by your patience, 
 
 If againft your felfe you be incens’d,wee'le put you 
 (Like one that meanes his proper harme)in Manaeles, 
 Then reafon fafely with you: Therefore beit knowne, 
 Asto us,to all the World, That Cains Adartins 
 Weares this Warres Garland:in token of the which, 
 My Noble Steed, knowne to the Campe,I give him, 
 Withall his trim belonging;and from this time, 
 For what he did before Coriolws,callhim, 
 With all th’applaufe and Clamor of the Hoaft. 
 (Marcus Caius Coriolanus.Beare th’ddition Nobly ever? 
 Flonrifo. Trumpets fonnd,and Drums, 
 
 Omnes, Adarcus Cains Coriolanus. 
 
 Mar. \ will goe wath: 
 
 And when my Face is faire,you fhall perceive 
 Whether I biufh,or no: howbeit,I thanke you- 
 I meane to ftride your Steed,and atalltimes 
 Tounder-creft your good Addition; 
 
 To th’fairenefle of my power. 
 
 (om. So,to our Tent: 
 Where ere we doe repofe us, we will write 
 To Rome of our fuccefle:you Titus Lartins 
 Mult to (ortelus backe,tend us to Rome 
 The beft,with whom we may articulate, 
 For their owne good,and ours. 
 
 Lar. i fhall,my Lord, 
 
 Mar. The Gods begin to mocke me: 
 I that now refus’d moit Princely gifts, 
 Am bound to begge»f my Lord Generall- 
 
 Com. Tak’t,tis yours: what ist? 
 
 (Mar. I {ometime lay here in Corsolws, 
 
 At apoore mans houfe-he us’d me kindly, 
 
 He cry’dto mez] faw him Prifoner: 
 
 But then Avffidins was within my view, 
 
 And Wrath o’re-whelm’d my pittysI requeft you 
 To give my poore Hoft freedome. 
 
 Com, Oh well bege’d: 
 Were hethe Burcher of my Sonne,he fhould 
 Be free;as isthe Winde:deliver him,7it#s- 
 
 Lart. Martias his Name. 
 
 Mar. By Iupiter forgot: 
 Tam weary,yea my memory istys’d: 
 Have we no Wine here? 
 
 Com. Goe we to our Tent: 
 The blond upon your Vifage dryes,tis time 
 It fhould be lookt to:come, Exeunhs 
 A flourif. Corners. Enter Tullus eAuffidins 
 bloudy,with two or three Souldsars. 
 
 Au. The Towneis ta’ne, : 
 Sonl. Twill be deliver’d backe on good Conditions 
 Axf. Condition? 
 I would I werea Roman, for I cannot, 
 Being a Volce,be,that I am. Condition? 
 W hat good Condition cana Treaty finde 
 I'th’pare that is at mercy? five times, AZartint, 
 Ihave fought with thee;fo often haft thou beat mé: 
 And would ft doe fo,Ithinke,fhould weencouuter 
 
The Tragedy of Cortolanus. 
 
 And often as we eate. By the Elements, 
 
 If ere againe I meet him beard to beard, 
 
 He's mine, or Iam his ; Mine Emulation 
 
 Hath not that honor in’tithad: For where 
 
 Ithought to.crufh him in an equall Force, 
 
 True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at himfome way, 
 Or wrath, or Craft may get him. 
 
 3? 
 
 Give your difpofitions the reines,and be angry at your 
 pleafures (at thélealt) if you take it asa pleature to you, 
 in being fo ; you blame Martins for being proud, 
 
 Brat, We doe it not alone; fir: 
 
 (Men. Tknow youcan doe vers little lone, for yout 
 helpes are many, or elfe your a‘tious would grow won- 
 drous fingle : your abitities aré toodnfrotslike, for doing 
 
 HN) 
 
 Sol. He’sthe divell, 
 
 Axf.Bolder, though not fo fabtle:my valors:peifon’d, 
 With onely fuffring ftaine by him ; for him 
 Shall Aye ont of it {elfe, nor fleepe, nor fanctuary, 
 
 Being naked, ficke ; nor Phane, nor Capitoll, 
 
 The Prayers of Priefts, nor times of Sacrifice : 
 Embarquements all of Fury, fhall lift up 
 
 Their rotten Priveledge,and Cuftome ‘gainft 
 
 My hate to (Martius, Where I finde him, were it 
 At home, upon my brothers Guard, even there 
 Againit the hofpitable Canon, would I 
 
 Wath my fierce hand in’s heart. Goe you to th’City, 
 Learne how ’tis held, and what they are that mult 
 
 Be Hoftages for Rome. 
 
 Sol, Will not you goe? 
 
 Auf, 1 am attended at the Cyprus grove. Ipray you 
 (‘Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither 
 How the world goes: that to the pace of it 
 I may {purre on my journey- 
 
 Sof; I fhall fir. 
 
 Aétus Secundus. 
 
 Enter Menenias with the two Tribunes of the 
 people, Sitinsus c Brutus. 
 
 Men, The Augurertels me, we fhall have Newes to 
 
 night. 
 
 Bra. Good or bad? 
 
 Men, Not according to the prayer of the people, for 
 they love not Martius. 
 
 Sicin, Nature teaches Beafts to know their friends. 
 
 Men. Pray you, who does the Wolfe love? 
 
 Siciz. The Lambe. 
 
 Men. I, todevour him,as the hungry Plebeians would 
 the Noble AZartius. 
 
 Bru. He’sa Lambeindeed, that baes like a Beare: 
 
 Men. He’sa Beare indeed, that lives like a Lambe. 
 You twoare old men, tell me one thing that I fhallaske 
 you. 
 
 Both. Well fir. 
 
 Men 1a what enormity is Martins poore in,that you 
 two have not in abundance? 
 
 Bru. He’s poore in no one fault, but ftor’d withall. 
 
 Sicin, Efpecially in Pride. 
 
 Bru. And toppingall others in boat. 
 
 Men, This is ftrangenow : Doe you two know,how 
 you are cenfured here in the City,! meane of usa thrghe 
 hand File, doe you ? 
 
 Both. Why > how are we cenfur’d ? : 
 
 Men. Becaufe you talke of Pridenow, will you not 
 beangry? 
 
 Both, Well, well fir, well. es 
 
 Men. Why’ tis no great matter ; fora very litrle theefe 
 of Occafion, will rob yov of a great deale of Patience : 
 
 much alone. Y on talkeofPride: Ohychat!you could tnrne 
 your eyes toward the Napes of your heckes, and make 
 but aninteriour furvey of yourgood felves.Oh that you 
 could! : Uy 
 
 Loh, What thin fir? 
 
 Men. Why then you fhouid difeovera ‘brace’ of un- | 
 mcriting, proud, violent,teily Magiitrates (alias Fodles) 
 asany.in Rome, 
 
 Sicsit. \Menenins, youare knowne well-cnongh too, 
 
 een. Tam knowne to be a humorous Peiritian and 
 one that loves a cup of hot Wineywith nota drop of alay- 
 ing Tiber in’t:Said, to be fomething imperfect in favon- 
 fing the firft complaint, hafty and: Tindey-like bpon, to 
 triviall motion: Onestbat couverfes more with the But- | 
 tocke of the night,them with the forehead ofthe mor- 
 niag. What I thiuke,f utter, and fpend my malice in my | 
 breath.Meeting twofuch Weales men as you are (1 can- 
 
 wellenoughtoo? What harme can your beefome Con- 
 {pectaities gleane out ot this Charracter, if Ibe knowne 
 wellenough too? : 
 
 Bra. Come fir came, we know you wll enough. 
 
 (Men, You know neither me, your’ felves, nor any 
 thing-: youare ambitious, for poore knaves cappes and 
 legges : you Weare outa good wholefome Forenoone, in 
 hearing a caute betweene an Orendge wite,and a Forfer- 
 feller, and then rejourne the Controverfie of three-pence 
 toafecond day of Audience.. When you are hearing a 
 matter betweene party and party, if you chance to bee 
 pinch’dwiththe Collicke: you make faces like Mum- 
 mers, fet up the bloody Flaggeagainft all Patience, and 
 inroaring for a Chamber-por, diltmifle: the Controverfie 
 bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the 
 
 eace you make in their Caufe, is calling both the parties 
 Knaves. Yourarea payre of ltrange ones. 
 
 Bru. Come, come, yot'are well underftood to be a 
 perfecter gyber forthe Table, thena neceflary Bencher 
 inthe Capitol]. 
 
 Men, Out very Prieftsmaft become Mocker§, if they 
 fhall encounter fuch ridiculous Sub jects as youare, « hen 
 you {peake belt unto the purpofe. It is not worth the 
 wagging of your Beards, and your Beardsdefetvenot fo 
 honorablea grave, asto ftuffea Botchers Cufhion, orto 
 be intomb’d in an Affes Packe-faddle ; yet you miuft bee 
 faying, Martius is proud ; whoina cheape eftimation,is 
 worth all your predeceffors, fince Demealion, though per- 
 adventure fome of the beft of em were hereditary hang- 
 men. God'den to'your Worthips,more of your conver- 
 {ation would infect my braine, being the Heardfmen of 
 the Beattly Plebeians. I willbe boldtotake my feave of | 
 you. 
 
 ‘Brutus, and Sicinius. Abide. 
 dd Enter 
 
 a eR sn 
 
Enter Uolumnia,and Valeriae 
 
 Ladyes, and the Moone 
 
 How now (my as faireas Noble 
 hither doe yoa follow 
 
 were fhe Earthly; no Nobler; w 
 your Byes fo fait 2 me : 
 
 Volum, Honorable Meneniusjmy Boy: Martins appro- 
 ches: for the love.of\Juo let’sigoe. 
 
 Menen. Ha? Martins comming home? 
 
 Volum.1, worthy Adenenius and with moft profperous 
 approbation, 
 
 Menen., Take my Cappe Jupiter, and Ithanke thee : 
 hoo, Aartins comming home? 
 
 2. Ladies, Nay, tis true. 
 
 Volum. Looke, here’s a Letter from him, the State hath 
 another, his Wite another, and(Ithinke) there's one at 
 
 home for you. 
 
 Menea,, L will make-miy’ very! honfe reele to night 3 
 A Letter for me ? 
 
 Virgil. Yes, certaine,thete’s a Letter for you, I faw’e. 
 
 (Menem. A Letter for me? it gives me an Eftate of fe- 
 ven yeeres health ; in which time, I wil! make a Lippe at 
 the Phyfician: The moft foveraigne Prefcription in Galex, 
 is but Emperickqutique ; aud tothis Prefervative, of no 
 better report then a Horfe-drench. Ishe‘not wounded ? 
 he was wont to come home wounded? 
 
 Virgil. Oh no, nds No. 
 
 Volum. Oh,he is wounded, Ithanke the gods for’t. 
 
 Menem. So.doe Ltooy ifit be not too much: - bringsa 
 Vidtorie in his Pocket ? the wounds become him. 
 
 Volum. On's Browes: Afenenius, he comes the third 
 time home with the Oaken Garland « 
 
 Menem. Ha’s he difciplin’d Avffidins foundly? 
 
 Volum. Titus Lartins writes,they fought together ,but 
 Auffidius got off. 
 
 Menen. And’twas time for himtoo, Jle warrant him 
 that: andhe had flay’dby him, I wold not havebeene fo 
 fiddious’d, foralithe Chefts in Coriolus, andthe Gold 
 that’sinthem. Is the Senate poffeft of this? 
 
 Volum. Good Ladies let's goes Yes , yes, yes: The 
 Senate ha’s Letters from the Generali, wherein he gives 
 my Sonne the whole Name of the Warreshe hath in this 
 
 action out-done his former deeds doubly. 
 
 Valer. In troth,there’s wondrousthings {poke of him. 
 
 Menen. Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not with- 
 out his true purchafing, 
 
 Fargil, The gods grant them true, 
 
 Volum, True? pow waw. 
 
 Mene. Trac ? Iebe {worne they are true : where’ is 
 he wounded ,God faye your good Worthips? Martius 
 is comming home : he ha’smorecaufe to be prowd: 
 where is he wounded ? 
 
 Volum. Ith Sioulder, and xh’ left Arme:therewill be 
 large Cicatrices to {hew the People, when he fhall ftand 
 for his place : he receivedin the repulfe of Tarquin feven 
 hurts ith’ Body. 
 
 (Afen.One itl’ Necke, and two ith’ Thigh,there’s nine 
 that I know, 
 
 Volum. He had,before this laft Expedition, twenty 
 five Wounds upon him. 
 
 (Men, Now it’ stwenty feven ; every gath was-an E- 
 
 nemiesGrave, Hearke, the Trumpets. 
 eA (howt, and Flourifh. - 
 
 Volum. Thee arethe V thers of CVartins : 
 
 Before him, he-carryes Noyfe ; 
 And behinde him, he leaves Teares: 
 
 Lhe Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
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 Death, that darke Spirit, in’s nervy Arme doth lye, ) 
 Which being advane’d, declines, and then men dye, 
 
 ef Sonet. Trumpets fonnd. 
 Enter Cominius the Generall, and Titus Lavtius: betweeng 
 them Coriolanus, crown’ dwith an Oaken 
 Garland, with (apt aines and Soul- 
 diert, anda Herauld. 
 
 Hera. Know Rome, that all alone (Martius did fight 
 Within Coriolus Gates : where he hath wonne, 
 With Fame, a Name to AZartivs Cain ; 
 
 Thefe in honor followes (Martins Caius, Coriolanus. 
 Yeelcometo Rome, renowned Corielanus, 
 Sound, Flonrifh. 
 
 All, Welcome to Rome, renowned Corsolanw, 
 
 Corio, No moreof this, it does offend my heart; pray 
 now no more. 
 
 Com. Looke, Sir, your Mother. 
 
 Cerio, Oh !you have, I know, petition’dall the gods 
 for my profperity. Kneeles. 
 
 Volum. Nay, my good Souldier, up : 
 
 My gentle Martius, worthy (ains, 
 
 And by deed-atchieving Honor newly nam’d, 
 Whatis it ¢Coriolanus) rouft I call thee ? 
 
 But oh, thy Wife. 
 
 Corio. My gracious filence, hayle : 
 
 Would’ft thou have laugh’d,had Icome Coffin’d home, | 
 That weep’ft to {ee me triumph ? Ah my deare, 
 Such eyes the Widowes in Coriolus weare; 
 And Mothers that lacke Sonnes. 
 ‘Men, Now the gods Crowne thee: . 
 Com. Andlive you yet ? Oh my fweet Lady, pardon. 
 Volum. 1 know not where to turne 
 Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall, 
 And y’are welcomeall. 
 Men. A hundred thoufand Welcomes: 
 I could weepe, and I could laugh, 
 Jam light, and heavy ; welcome : 
 A Curfe beginat very rooton’s heart, 
 That is aor glad to fee thee. 
 You arethres, that Rome fhould dote on: 
 Yet by the faich of men, we tave 
 Someald Crab-trees here at home, 
 That will not bé grafted to your Rellith. 
 Yet welcome Warriors : 
 We call a Nettle, but a Nettle ; 
 And the fanits of fooles, but folly. 
 Com. Ever right. 
 Cor, Menensys,ever, ever. 
 Hera. Give way there, and goe on. 
 Cor. Your Hand, and yours ? 
 Ere in our owne houfe I doe fhade my head, 
 The good Patricians mutt be vifited, 
 From whom I have receiv’d not onely greetings, 
 But with them, change of honors. 
 Velum. \ havelived, 
 To f{eeinherited my very Withes, 
 And the Buildings of my Fancy : 
 Onely there’s one thing’ wanting, 
 
 pote soe.) | eens 
 
 ? 
 
 Which (I doubt not) but our Rome | 
 
 Will caft upon thee. s | 
 
 Cor. Know, good Mother, 
 
 Thad rather be their fervant in my Way >. } 
 
 Ten {way with them in theirs. +4 
 
 Com. On,tothe Capitol.  _Flewrifo. — Cormtt. 
 E xeuns in State, as eit 
 
Enter Bratus and Sicinias, 
 
 Bra. Alltongues{peake of him, and the bleared fights 
 Are {pectacled tofechim. Your pratling Narfe 
 Into arapcurelets her Baby.cry, 
 While the chats him : the Kitchin Ma/kis pinnes 
 Her richeft Lockram ’bout her reechy. necke, 
 Clambring the: Wallstoeye him : 
 Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, arefmother’d up, 
 Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors’d 
 With variable Complexions ; all agreeing 
 In earne{inefle to fee him :{eld-fhowne Flamins j 
 Doe prefle among the popular Throngs, and puffe 
 To winne a vulgar tation: ovr veyl'd Dames 
 Commit the Warre of White and Damaske 
 In their nicely gawded Cheekes,toth’ wanton fpoyle 
 Of Phebus burning Kiffes : fuch a poother, 
 Asif that whatfoever God, who leades him, 
 Were flyly crept into his humane powers, 
 And gave him graceful) pofture. 
 Sica, Onthe fuddaine, I warrant him Confull. 
 ‘i Eru. Then our Office may, during his power, go¢e 
 ecpe. 
 Sic, He cannot temp’rately tranfport his honors, 
 From where he fhould begin, and end, but will 
 Lofe thofe he hath wenne. 
 Bru, Inthat there’s comfort. 
 Suin. Doubt not, 
 The Commoners, for whom we ftand, but they 
 Vpontheir ancient ma!lice, will forget 
 With the leaft caufe, thefe his new honors, 
 Which that he will give them, make Las little queftion, 
 As he is prowd to doo’t. 
 ‘Bra. { heard him {weare 
 Were he to ftand for Confull, never would he 
 Appeare i’th’Market place, nor on him put 
 The Naples Vefture of humility, 
 Nor fhewing (as the manner is) his Wounds 
 Toth’people, begge their ftinking Breaths. 
 Sics. ’Tis right. : 
 Bru, It was his word : 
 Oh he would miffe it, rather then carry it, 
 But by the fuite of the Gentry to him, 
 And the defire of the Nobles. 
 Sicé, I with no better, then have him hold that ‘pur- 
 pofe, and to put it in execution 
 Bru, *Tis moft like he will. 
 ™ Sici. It thall be to him then, asourgood wills; a fure 
 deftruction. 
 Bru. So it mult fall out 
 Tohim, or our Authoritics, for anend. 
 We mutt fuggeft the People, in what hatred 
 He {till hath held them : that to's power ke would 
 Have made them Mules, filenc’'d their Pleaders, 
 And difproportioned their Freedomes;holding them, 
 In humane Action, and Capacity, 
 Of no more Soule, nor fitneffe for the world, 
 Then Cammels in their Warre, who have their Provand 
 Onely for bearing Burthens, and fore blowes 
 For finking under them, 
 Sies. This (asyon fay) fuggelted, 
 Atiome time, when his foaring infolence 
 Shall teach the People, which time {hall not want, 
 Fhe be put upon’t,and that’s as eafie, 
 As to fat Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire 
 
 Lhe Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 % 
 
 To kindle their dry Stubble : aid their Blaze 
 Shail darken him for ever. 
 
 Enter a eMeffenger. 
 
 Bra, What’sthe matter ? 
 Mf. Youare fent forto the Capital: 
 | “Tis chonght, that CMartinefhall be Confitil 
 T have f cene the dumbe men throng tofee him” | 
 And the blind to hcare itt (peakeMatrons flong’ Gloves, 
 Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers; 
 V pon him as he pafs‘d :the Nobles bended 
 As to Joves Statue, sand the Commins made 
 A Shower, and Thunder, with their'Caps, and’ Showrs’: 
 I never faw thelike. 
 
 Bra, Let’s tothe Capiroll, 
 And carry with uséares andeyes forth’time, 
 But-hearts for the event: 
 
 Sicé. Have with you. 
 
 Exceurt. 
 
 Enter two Officers , to lay Cufhions,, as st ere, 
 iu the Capital. 
 
 ee 
 
 | 1. Off, Come,come, they are almot here: how .many 
 | ftand for Confulfhips ? 
 2. Of. Three, they fay: but “tis thought of every one 
 
 Coriolanus will catry it- 
 
 I.Off. That’s a brave fellow:but he’s vengeance prowd, 
 
 and loves notthe common people. 
 
 | 2Off. Faith, there hath beene many great men. that, 
 have flatter’d the people, who ne’re loved them;and rhere 
 be many that they have loved,they know not wherefore: 
 fo that if they love they know not why, they, hate upon 
 no better 4ground. Therefore, for Corsolanus.neithey.to 
 care whether they love, or hate him,, manifefts the crue 
 knowledge he ha's in their difpofition,and outof hig No+ 
 ble. carelefneffe lets them plainely {ce’t. 
 
 1. Off. 1fhe did not care whether he had their love,or 
 no, he waved indifferently, *tyixt doing theay neither 
 good, nor harme : but he feekes their hate with greater 
 dévotion,then they can render it him;and leaves nothing 
 undone, that may fully ditcover him their oppofite. Now 
 to feeme.to affect the malliceand difpleafure of the Peo- t 
 ple, isas bad, as that which he diflikes, to flatter them 
 for their love. 
 
 2. Off. He hath deferved worthily of bis Countrey, 
 and his-afcent isnot by {uch eafie degrees asthofe, who 
 having beene {upple aud courtcoustotke People, Bort 
 netted, without any further deed,to have them atallinto 
 their eftimation, and report: but he hath fo planted his 
 honors in their Eyes, and his actionsin their‘hearts, that 
 for their Tongues to be filent, and not confefle fo: much, 
 were a kinde of ingratefull injury ;to report other wile, 
 werea Mallice,that giving it {elfe the Lye, would plucke 
 reproofe and rebuke from every Earethat heard it. 
 
 1. off No more of him, he’s a worthy man: make 
 way, they are comming, 
 
 A Sonnet. Enter the Patricsans, and the Tribunes of 
 the People, Littors before theme ; Coriolanus, (Ae. 
 nenins, Cominius the Confall: Sicinius. and 
 Brutus take their places by themfelves : 
 , Coriolanns fhanas. 
 
 Men. Having determin’d of the Volces, 
 And to fend for Titus Lartias : it remaines, 
 Asthe maine Point of this our on 
 
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 To gratifie his Noble fervice; that hath 
 | Thus ftood for his Country. Therefor pleafe you, 
 Moft reverend and grave Elders, to defire 
 The prefent Confull, andlaft General, 
 In onr weli-found Succefles, to report 
 | A little of that worthy Worke,: perfotm’d 
 By Martius Caius C orlolanus s whom 
 We met here, both to thanke, and to remember, 
 With honors like bimfelfe. 
 | _.1, Sen. Speake, good.Gominius : 
 | ‘Leave nothing outi#or lengthy and make usthinke 
 | Rather our flares. defective for requitail, 
 Then we to ftretchitout. Mafters.a’th’People, 
 Wedoerequett your kindeft.eare : and ‘after 
 Your loving motion toward the common Body, 
 ’ To yeeld what pafles here. ) 
 Sicin, Weare convented upon a pleafing Treaty, and 
 | have hearts inclinable to honor andadvance the ‘Theame 
 | of our Affembly. 
 | Br. Whichthe rather we fhall be bleft to doe, if he 
 | remember a kinder value of the People,then he hath here- 
 to priz’dthenvat. 
 Men, That's off, that’s off: I’would you rather had 
 been filent : Pleafeyouto heare Cominins {peake? 
 ‘Brn. Moft willingly: but yet my Caution was more 
 pertinent then the nbike you give it, 
 ''(Mew- He loves your People, bnt tye him not to be 
 | their Bedfellow: Worthy Cominins {peake. 
 | > Coriolanus rifes, and offers to goc aways 
 Nay, keepe your place. 
 Senat. Sir Coriolanus : uever fhame to heare 
 What you have Nobly done. 
 Corie. ¥ our honors pardon : 
 Thad rather have my Wounds to heale againe, 
 Then heare fay how I got them. : 
 Bra. Sir, Uhopemy words dis-bench’d you not? 
 Corie.’ No Sir :yes oft, 
 | When blowes haye made me flay, 1 fled from words. 
 You footh’d nor, thercfore hurt not; but your people, 
 Ilovethemas they weigh 
 (Men, Pray now fit downe. 
 Corio. Thad rather have one {cratch my Head i’th’Sun, 
 Whenthe Alarum were ftruck, thenidly fir 
 To heare my Nothings monfter’d, Exit Coriolanus. 
 Mes, Matters of the People, 
 Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter ? 
 That’s thoufand to one good one, when you now fee 
 He had rather venture all his Limbes for honor, 
 Then on ones Earesto heare it. Proceed (omsinius. 
 (om. 1 fhall lacke voyce : the deeds of Coriolanss - 
 Sould not be utter’d feebly : it is held, 
 That Valour is the chiefeft Vertue, And 
 | Moft dignifies the haver : if it be, 
 The man I fpeake of, cannot inthe World 
 Be fingly counter-poys’d. Ar fixteene yecres, 
 When Zarguie madea Head for Rome, he fought 
 Beyond the marke of others : our then Dictator, 
 Whom with all praife I point ac, faw him fighr, 
 } When with his Amazonian Shinne he drove 
 | The brizled Lippes before him : he betrid 
 Ano’re-preft Roman, andi’th’Confuls view 
 Slew three Oppofers': Zarquins felfe he met, 
 And ftrueke him on his Knee: in that dayesfeates, 
 When he might at the Woman inthe Scene, 
 He prov’d beft mani’th’field, and for his meed 
 Was Brow-bound withthe Oake. His Pupil-age 
 
 The Coriolanus. 
 
 Man-entred thus, he wated like a Sea, 
 
 | And feli below his Stem: bis Sword (Deaths ftampe 3 
 
 eee 
 
 And in the brunt of feventeene Battailes fince, 
 He lurcht all Swords o’th Garland : for this laft, 
 Before, and in Coriolus, let me fay / 
 I cannot {peake him home : he ftopt the flyers, 
 And by his rareexample made the Coward 
 Turne terror into fport : as Wavesbefore 
 
 A Veflell under faye, fomen obey'd, 
 
 Whercit did uiarke, it tooke from faceto foot: 
 He wasa thing of Blood, whofe every motion 
 Wastrim’d with dying Cryes: alone he entred 
 The mortall Gateo'th’City, which he painted 
 <7 ith fhunleffe defamy : aydelefle came off. 
 And witha fudden re-inforcement ftrucke 
 Cariolus like a Planet : now all’sthis, 
 When by and by the dione of Warre gan pierce 
 His ready fence : then ftraight his doubled {pirit 
 Requickned what in fleth was fatigate, 
 And to the Battaile came he, where he did 
 Runne recking ore the lives of men, as if 
 ’T were a perpetual {poyle ; and till we call’d 
 Both field and Vitty ours, he never ftuod 
 Toeafe his breft with painting. 
 
 Men. Worthy man. 
 
 Senat. Hee cannot but with meafure fit the honors 
 which we devife him. 
 
 Com. Our {poyles he kickt at, 
 And look’dupon things precious, as they were 
 The common Mucke o'th World: he covets lefle 
 Then Mifery it felfe would give, rewards his deeds 
 With doing them, andis content 
 Topend the time, to end it. 
 
 Men. He's righe Noble, let him beveall’d for: 
 
 Senat. Call Corsolanus. 
 
 Off. He doth appeare. 
 
 Enter (ortolanus. 
 
 Men, The Senate, (oriolanus, are well pleas'd to make 
 thee Confull, 
 Corio. I doeowe them ftill my life, and Services. 
 (Men. It then remaines, that you doe fpeake to the 
 People. 
 Corio, idoe befeech you, 
 Let me o’re-leape that cuftome ; for I cannot 
 Put on the Gowne, ftand naked, and entreat them 
 For my Wounds fake,to give their fufferage> 
 Pleafe you that I may paffe this doing." : 
 Sscin. Sir the People mult have their Voycess* 
 Neither will they bate one jot of Ceremony 
 * (Men, Purthem not too’t: 
 Pray you goe fit youtothe Cuftome, 
 And take to you, as your Predeceffors have; 
 Your honor with your forme. 
 Corse. It isa part that J {hall bluth in acting, 
 And might well be taken from the People. 
 Bra. Marke youthat. 
 Corie, Tobragunto them, thusI did, andthus 
 Shew them th'unaking Skarres, which I fhould hide, 
 As if i had receiv’dthem for thehyre.. 
 Of their breath onely. 
 Men. Doe not ftand upon’t : 
 Werecommend to you Tridunes of the People 
 Our purpofeto them, and to our Noble Contull 
 With we all loy,and honor’ 
 ; Sent 
 
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 The Trag 
 
 Senat.To Coriolarius come all joy and honor. 
 : Flourife Cornets. 
 Then Exennt. (Manet Sicinius and Brutus. 
 
 Bra. You {ce how he intends to ufé the people. 
 
 Sicin.May they perceive’s intent: he will require them 
 As ifhe did contenane whathe requefted; 
 
 Shauld bein themto give: 
 
 Bra. Come, we'll informe them 
 Of our proceedings heere onth’ Market place, 
 
 I know they. doe attend us. 
 Enter feven or eight Citizens. 
 
 1. (it. Once if he doe require our voyces,; We ought 
 not to deny him, 
 
 8. Cit. We may Sir if we will. 
 
 3 Cit. We have power in our felves to doe it,but it is 
 a power that we have uo power to.doe : For, if he fhew 
 us his wounds, and tellus his deeds, we are’ to put our 
 tongues into thofe wounds, ard {peake fos them So if 
 he tellus his Noble deeds,we muft alio tell him our'noble 
 acceptance of them. Ingratitudeis monftrus,and for the 
 multitude to be ingratefull, were tomakeaMontter of 
 the multitude ; of the which, we being members, fhould 
 bring our {elves tobe monftrous members; 
 
 1 Cit. Andromake us no better thought of a little 
 helpe willferve: for once we ftood up about the Corne, 
 he himfelfe ftucke not to call us the many-headed Mul- 
 titude, 
 
 3 (#. We have beene call’d fo ofmany, not that our 
 heads:are {ome browne, fome blacke, fomie Abram, fome 
 bald ; but that our wits are {0 diverfly Coulord ; and true- 
 
 edy of Cortolanus. 
 
 ly I thinke, if all our wits were to ifine out of one Scull, 
 
 they would flye Eaft; Weft, North, South, and their con- 
 fentof one direGyway ; fhould be atonce to aff the. poitits 
 ath Compaffe. . . 
 
 2(it. Thinke you fo? Which way doe you judge my 
 wit would flye. 
 
 3 Cit, Nay yout wit will aot fo feone out as another 
 mans will, tis @ongly wedg’d up in ablockehead < but 
 ifit were at liberty zt would {ute Southward. 
 
 2 Cit. Why that way? ¢ ot 
 
 3 Cit. To loofe irfelfein a Fogge, where being three 
 parts melted away with rotten Dewes , the forth would 
 returne for Confcichce fake,to helpe to get theea Wife. 
 
 2 (it. You are never without your trickes, you may, 
 yOu may. : 
 
 3 Cit, Are youall refolv’d togive your voyces?, But 
 thats no matter, the greater part carrics Jt, I fay: If he 
 Would incline to the people, there wasnever a worthicr 
 
 ‘man. 
 
 - Enter Coriolanus ix a gowne of Humility, with 
 
 <Menenius. 7: 
 Heere he comes, andinthe Gowne of humility, marke 
 his behaviOur:we ate not to fay al together, but to come 
 by him where he ftands, by ones, by twoes, by & threes. 
 He’sto make his requefts by particulars, wherein every 
 one of us ha’s a fingle Honor, im giving him our owne 
 voyces with out owne tangues,therefore follow me,and 
 He dire you how you fhall goe by him. 
 
 Ail. Content, content. . 
 
 eMen.Qh Sir, you are uot right 5 have you not known 
 The worthieft menhavedon’t? 
 
 Corio. “What maft I fay, I pray Sir? 
 Plagne upon’, I cannetbring Ff 
 My tongue'to fuch apace. Looke Sir; my wounds, 
 I got them in my Countries Service, when 
 Some certaine of your Brethren roar’d, and ranne:> 
 
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 een ne ree eee = 
 
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 From th’noifeof our owne Diummes, 
 
 Aden. Oh me the gods, you muit not {peake ofthat, 
 You mutt defirethem to thinke upon you, 
 
 Corio. Thinkeiponme ? Hang’em, 
 
 I would they would forget me, likethe Vertues 
 Whichour Divines lofe byém. : 
 
 Men, You'll marre all, 
 
 Ile leave you: Pray you {peake tom, I pray you 
 In wholfome manner. Exit. 
 Enter three ofthe Citizens, 
 
 Corio.. Bid them wath their Faces, 
 
 And keepe their teeth cleane : So heere comes a brace, 
 You know the caufe (Sir) of my ftanding heres 
 
 3 Cit. We do Sir, tell. ws what hath brought you too’t. 
 
 Corio. Mine owne defert, 
 
 2, Cs. Your owne defert. 
 
 Corto. I, no. mine owne defire. 
 
 3 C#t.. How not your owne defire ? 
 
 Corio. No Sir’twas never my defire yet totrouble the 
 pOore with begging. 
 
 3 Cit. You muft thinke if we give you any thitig, we 
 hope to gaine by you. 
 
 Corio. Well then l pray, your pricea’th Confulthip. 
 
 1 C#. The price is,to.aske it kindly, 
 
 Coréa. Kindly fir,] pray let meha’t: T have wounds to 
 fhew you, which fhall be yours in'private + your good 
 voyce Sir, what fay you? 
 
 2 Cit. You fha'l ha’t worthy Sir. 
 
 Corio. A match Sir, theres inall two worthy Voyees 
 begg’d:sI have your:Almes, Adieu. 
 
 3 Ci. But this is fomething odde. 
 
 2 Cit. And. twereto give againe ; but tisno matter. 
 
 Exenit,  Entertwo other Cittzens, 
 
 Corio. Pray you now, if it may ftand with the tune 
 of your voyces, that Iinay be Confull, £ have heére the 
 Cuftomsry Gowne. 
 
 1» You have deferved Nobly of your Country, and 
 you have not deferved Nobiy. 
 
 Corso. Your Anigma. 
 
 1. You have beeneafcourgeto her enemies, you have 
 bina Rodto her Friends, you have notindeed loved the 
 Common people. 
 
 (eric. You fhould account me: the mere Vertuous, 
 that I have notbineommoninmy Leve, I willfir flatter 
 my {\vorne Brother the people to carne a deerer eftima- 
 tion of them, 'tisa condition they account gentle; & fince 
 the wifedome of their choyce, israther to have my har, 
 then my heart, I will practice the infinaating nod,and be 
 off to them molt couriterferly, that is fir, I will counter- 
 fet the bewichment'6f fome popular math, and give ir 
 bountifull tothe défircs: Theréforebeleech you, I may 
 be Confall. 1D 24 " 
 
 2: We hope to'find you our friend : and therefdre give 
 you out voyces heaitily. : 
 
 1 Youhave, received many wounds for your Coun- 
 trey. : ky. ; 
 
 Corio. I will not Scale your kaowledge with fhewing 
 them. I will make much of your voyces, ‘and f6 trouble 
 youno farther. 33 
 
 Both, The gods give you joy'Sit heartily. 
 
 Corio. Mott {weet Voyces’; : 
 Better ic isto dye, better to fterve> 
 Then crave the hire, which firft we doe deferve. 
 Why in this Woolvith gowne fhould I ftand heere, 
 Tobeggeof Hob and Dicke, that does appeere 
 
 red Ga Bons ~~ Theis 
 
- : 
 
 Their needleffe Vouches : Cuftome calls me toot. 
 What Cuftome wills in allthings, fhould we doo't ?» 
 The Duft on antique Time would lye unfwept, 
 And mountainous Error be too highly beapt, 
 For Truth to o’re-peere. Rather then foole itfo, 
 Let the high Ovtice and the Honor goe 
 To one that woulddoethus. I am halfe through, 
 The one part fuffered, the other will Idoe. 
 Enter three Citizens more. 
 Here come moe Voyces. 
 Your Voyces ? for your Voyces I have fought, 
 Watcht for your Voyces : for your Voyces, beare 
 Of Wounds, two dozen odde: Battailes thrice fix 
 I have feene, and heard of : for your veyces, 
 Have done many things, fome leffe, fome more : 
 Your Voyces ? indeed I would be Confull. 
 1 Cit. He ha’s done Nobly, and cannot goe without 
 any honeft mans Voyce. 
 2 Cit. Therefore let himbe Confull; the Gods give 
 him joy ,and make him good friend to the people. 
 All. Amen, Amen. God fave thee, Noble Confull. 
 Corio, Worthy Voyccs. 
 
 Enter (Menenius with Brutus and Sicinins. 
 
 (Men. You have ftood your Limitation 3 
 And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce, 
 Remaines, that in th’ Onticiall Markes invefted, 
 You anon doe meet the Senate. 
 Corie. Is this done ? 
 Sici. The Cuftome of Requelt you have difcharg’d: 
 The People doe admit you and are fummon’d 
 To meet anon, upon your approbation. 
 Corio. Where ? at the Senate-houfe? 
 Sict. There, Cortolanus. 
 Corio. May I change thefe Garments ? 
 Sicin. You may Sir. 
 (ori. That Ile ftraight do:and knowing my felfeagaine 
 Repayre toth’Senate-houfe, 
 Men. lle keepe you company... Will you along? 
 Bra.We {tay here for the People. 
 Sicsa. Fare you well. Exeunt (oriol. and Men. 
 Heha’sitnow: and by his Lookes, me thinkes, 
 *Tis warme at’s heart... 
 Bra.With a proud heart he wore his humble Weeds: 
 Will you dilmifie the People ? 
 Enter the Plebesans. 
 " Sici. How now,my. Matters, have you chofe this man? 
 i Cet. He ha’s our-Voyces, Sire | 
 Brs.. We pray the Gods, he may.deferve your loves. 
 2. Ci. Amen, Sir : to my poore, unworthy notice, 
 Hemock'dus, when he begg’dour Voyces. 
 3-C#- Certainely, he fowted us downe-right., 
 
 He us-d.us {cornefully :. he fhould have fhew’d us 
 
 Sicim. Why fo he did, lam fure. 
 All. No,no ; no man faw em. 
 . Cit. He faid he had Wounds, 
 Which he could fhew:in private : 
 | And with his Hat, thus waving it in fcorne, 
 { would be Confull, fayes he : aged Cuftome, 
 But by your Voyces, willnot fo permit me. 
 Your Voyces therefore: when we granted that, 
 Here was, I thanke you for your Voyces, thankeyou 
 
 Fe Frage of rls 
 
 1. CitsNo, tis his kind of fpeechjhe did not mockeus. 
 2. (it. Not one amongtt us, fave your felfe, but fayes. 
 
 His Markesof Merit, Wounds receiv’d for’s Countrey. 
 
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 Your molt {weet Voyces:now youhave left your Voyces 
 I have no further with you. Was not this mockery ; 
 
 Sicin. Why either were you ignorant to feet? 
 Or feeing it, of fuch Childifh friendlinefle, 
 To yeeld your Voyces ? 
 
 Bra. Could you nothavetoldhim, 
 As you wereleffon’d; Whenhe hadno Power, 
 But wasa petty fervant tothe State, 
 He was your Bnemy, everfpake againft 
 Your Liberties, and the Charters that you beare 
 I’ch’ Body of the Weale: and now arriving 
 A place of Potency, and {way o’th’State 
 It he fhould ftill malignantly remaine — 
 Faft Foe toth’ Péebez, your Voyces might 
 Be Curfes to your felves. You fhould have faid, 
 That as his worthy deeds did clayme noleffe 
 Then what he flood for : fo his gracious nature 
 Would thinke upon you, for your Voyces, and 
 Trariflate his Maliice towards you, into Love, 
 Standing your friendly Lorde 
 
 Sscin. Thus co have faid, Sicdy. 
 Asyou were fore-advis'd, had toucht his Spirit, 
 And try’d his inclination :from him pluckt, 
 
 Either his gracious Promife, whichyeu might 
 
 As caufe had cali’d you up, have held him to ; 
 
 Or elfe it would have gail’d his furly nature 5 
 Which eafily endures not inter Kose 
 
 Tying him to onght, fo putting him to Kage, 
 You fhould have tis dhadvshpeine ot his Choller, 
 And pafs’d him unelected. 
 
 Bru. Did you perceive, 
 
 He did follicire you in free Contempt. Bie 
 When he did need your Loves : and doe youthinke,; 
 That his Contempt thal! not be brufing to you, Ale 
 Wien he hathpower tocrufh ? Why, bad your Boyes | 
 No heartamong you? Or had you Tongues, tocry 
 Againft the Rectorthip of judgement ? 
 
 Sicin, Have you, ere now, deny *d the asker ¢ : 
 And now againesof him that did not aske, but mocke, 
 Beftow your fu’d-for Tongues? oc 
 
 3: Cit. He’s not confirm’d, we may deny him yet. 
 2; Cit. And will deny him: 
 
 Ie have five hundred Voyces of that found, thy 
 1.Cit. Itwice five hundred,& their friends,to piece 4 
 Bra. Get you henceinftantly, and tell thofe friends, 
 They have chofe a Confull, that will from them take 
 Their Liberties, make them of no more Voyce 
 
 Then Dogges, that are as often beat for barking, 
 
 As therefore kept to doe fo. 
 
 Sicin. Letthem affemble : and on a fafer jugement, 
 All revoke your ignorant election: Enforce his Pride, 
 And his old Hate unto you: befides, forget not 
 
 With wkat Contempt he wore the humble Weed, 
 How in his Suit he fcorn’d you : batyour Loves, 
 Thinking upon his Services, tooke fromyou 
 Th’apprehenfion of his prefent portance, | 
 Which mof gibingly, ungravely, he didfafhion (| a 
 After the inveterate Hate he beares you. 
 
 Bru. Lay a fault on us, your Tribunes, 
 
 That welabour’d (rio impediment betweene ) 
 
 But that you muft caft your Ele@tion on him. : 
 Sics.Say you chofe him, more after our commandmen ) 
 Then as guided by your owne true affections, an that 
 
 Your minds pre-occupi’'d with what you rather mu 
 Then what you fhould made you againft the graine 
 To Voycehim Confill,, Lay the fault on us- 
 
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 Bra. I, {pareus nat : Say, we read Letures to you, 
 How youngly he began to ferve hisCountry, 
 How long continued, and what ftocke he fprings of, 
 The Noble houfe o’th’ A4artians : from whence came 
 That Ancus Martius, N xmaes Daughters Sonne + 
 Whoafter great Hostiius here was King, 
 Of the fame lioufe Publius and Qujntus were, 
 That our beft Water, brought by Conduits hither, 
 And Nobly nam’d, fo twice being Cenfor, 
 Was his great Anceftor. 
 Sict. One thus defcended , 
 That hath befide well in his perfon wrought, 
 To be fet high in place; we did commend 
 a your remembrances: but you have feund, 
 aling his prefent,bearing with his paft, 
 That he’s your fixed enemy ; and revoke 
 Your {uddaine approbation. 
 Bru. Say youne’re haddon’t, .»» . 
 (Harpe on that ftill) but by our putting on : 
 And prefently, when you have drawne your numbers 
 Repaire toth Capitoll, 
 4 = Wewill fo: almoft all repent in their election. . 
 i Exennt Plebeians. 
 Bra. Let them goe on: Hie 
 This Mutiny were better put in hazard , 
 Then ftay paft doubt, for greater : 
 If, as his nature is, he fallin rage 
 With their refufall, both obferve andanfwer 
 Thevantage of his angers, 
 Sicin. Toth’Capitoll, come : 
 We willbe there before the ftreame o’th’People « 
 And this fhall feeme, as partly ‘tis, their owne, 
 
 Which we have goaded on-ward. Exernes 
 
 ; eA cus Tertius. 
 Cornets. Enter Coriolanus,Menenins,all the Gentry, 
 Cominius Titus Lartins, and other Senators 
 Corio, Tullus Auffidins then had made new head. ~ . 
 
 Lartie He had my Lord, and that it was which caus’d 
 Our fwifter Compofition- 
 
 (Corie. So then the Volces ftand but as at firft, 
 Ready-when time fhall prompt them, to make roade 
 Vpon’s againe. ; 
 
 Com. They are worne ( LordConfull) fo, 
 
 That we thall hardly in our ages fee 
 Their Banners wave againe. 
 
 Corie, Saw you Auffidins ? Pew G 
 
 Larti. On fafegard he came to.me,and did curfs 
 Againft the Volces, for they had fo vildly 
 
 Yeelded the Towne: he is retyred to Antiums > | 
 
 Corio. Spoke he of me? 
 Larti. He did, my Lard. 
 Corio. How ? what? bk 
 Larti. How often he had met you Sword to Sword : 
 That ofall things upon the Earth, he hated» ; 
 Your perfon moft : That he would pawne his fortunes 
 To hopeleffe reftitution, fo he might 
 Be call’d your Vanquither- 
 Corio. At Antium lives he ? 
 rti. At Antium. ; . 
 Twith I had.a caufe to feeke him there, 
 To oppofe hishatred fully. Welcome home- 
 _ Enter Sicinins, and Bratns. 
 Behold, thefe are the Tribunes ofthe People, 
 
 For they doe pranke them in Authority; 
 Againtt all Noble fafferance. 
 Sicia. Paffe no further. 
 Corio, Hah? what is that ? 
 Bra. It willbe dangerous to goe on-No further. 
 Corio, What makes this change ? 
 (Men. The matter? 
 Com.Hath he not pafs’d the Noble,and the Commons? 
 Bru. Cominins,no. 
 Corio. Have Lhad Childrens Voyces? 
 Senat. Tribunes give way,he fhall toth’Market place, 
 Bra. The People are incens’d againft him. 
 Sicin, Stop, or all will fall in broyle. 
 Corio, Arc thefe your heard ? : 
 Mott thefe liave Voyces, that can yeeld them now, 
 And {traight difclaim their tongs? what are your Offices 
 You being their Mouthes,why rule younot their Tecth? 
 Have younot fetthem on? 
 (Men. Be calme, be calme. 
 Corio Itis a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot, 
 Tocurbe the will ofthe Nobility : 
 Suffer’t, and live with fuch as cannot rule, 
 Norever will beruled. 
 Bru. Calft nota Plot: 
 The People cry you meckt them: and of late, 
 When Corne was given them grat#, you repin'd, 
 Scandal’d the Suppliants : for the People, calld them 
 Time-pleafers, flatterers, foes to Nobleneffe. 
 Corio. Why this was knowne before. 
 Bre. Not tothemall, 
 Corio, Have youinformd them fithence ? 
 Bru. How? linforme them? 
 Com. You are like todoe fuch bufineffe. 
 Bru. Notuntike each way-to better yourse 
 Corio. W hy then fhould J be Confulll ? by yond Clouds 
 Let medeferve foill as you,and make me . 
 Your fellow tribune. 
 Sicin, You fhew too much of that, 
 For which the People ftirre : if you will paffe 
 To where youare bound, you muft enquire your way, 
 Which youare out of, witha gentler {pirit, 
 Or never be fo Nobleas a Contull, 
 Nor yoake with him for Tribune. 
 Men. Lets be calme- 
 Com. The People are abus'd ; fet on, this paltring 
 Becomesnot Rome : nor ha’s Coriolanus 
 Defery’d this fo difhonourd Rub, layd falfely 
 Ith plaine Way of his Merit. 
 Corie. Tell me of Corne | this was my {pecch, 
 And Iwill {peakt againe- 
 (Men. Not now, not now- 
 Senat.. Notin this heat, Sir, now. 
 Corse. Now as live, I will. 
 My Nobler friends, I crave their pardons’: 
 For the mutable ranke-lented Meynys 
 Let them regard me, as.I doe not flatter, 
 And therein behold themfelves : I fay againe, 
 In foothing them, we nourifh gainft our Senate 
 The Cockleof Rebellion, Infolence, Sedition, 
 Which we our felves have plowed for,fowd, & fcatterd, 
 By mingling themwith us, the honord Number, 
 Who lacke not Vertue, no, nor Power, but that 
 Whichthey have given to Beggers. 
 Men. Well,no more. 
 Senat. Nomore words, we befeech you, 
 
 The Tongues oth’ Common Mouth I doe defpiferhem’ (Corio. How ? nomore > : e3 
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 As for my Country, I have thed my blood, 
 Not fearing ontward force: So thall my Lungs. 
 Coine words till their decay, againit thofe Meazels 
 Which we difdaine fhould Tetter us, yetfought 
 
 | The very way to catch them. fs 
 
 Bru. You {peake a’th’ people, as if you werea god, 
 
 To punifh ; Not a man of of their infirmity’ 
 Sicin, ’T were well we let thepeople know’ts 
 Men. What, whiat ? his Choller ? ae 
 Cor, Choller ? Were-1as patient as the midnight fleep 
 By love, twould bemy'minde. 
 Sicin. Tt isa minde that fhall remaine a poifon 
 Where it is: not poyfon any further. 
 Corio, Shall remiine ? 
 Here you this Triton of the AGunexes? Marke you 
 His abfolute Shall? 
 Com, Twas from the Cannon. ve 
 Coris.Shall ? O God | but moft unwife Patricians:why 
 You grave, but wreaklefle Senators, have you thus 
 Given Hidra heereto choofe an Orticer, 
 That wirh his peremptory Shall, being but ae 
 The horne, and noifeo’ch’ Montters, wants not {piric 
 Tofay,he’ll turne your Current inaditch, 
 And make your Chanuell bis? ifhe have power, 
 Then vale your ignorance : 1f none, awake 
 Your darigerous Lenity : if youare Learn’d, 
 Be not ascommon Fooles ; if you are not, 3 
 Let them have Cufhions by you. You are Plebeians, 
 If they be Senators: and they are no leffe, 
 When both your voyces blended, the great’ ft tafte 
 Mott pallates theirs. They choofe their Magiftrate, 
 And {uch a oneas he, who puts his Shall, 
 His popular Shall, again agraver Bench 
 Then ever frown'din Greece. By Iove himfelfe, 
 | It make§ the Confuls bafe ; and my fouleakes 
 | Toknew, when two Authorities are up, 
 | Neither Supreame ; how foone con fufion 
 | May enter ’twixt the gap of Both, and take 
 Theone by th’other. 
 Com. Well, onto%l’Market place. 
 Com, Whoever gave that Counfell, to give forth 
 | The Cornea’th’Store-honfe gratis, as twasus’d 
 | Sometime in Greece. 
 (Men, Well, well, no more of that. 
 (or. Though there the people had more abfolute powre 
 I fay the noritht difobedience:fed, the ruin of the Szate. 
 Bra. Why fhallthe people give 
 One that {peakes thus, their voyce ? 
 Corso. Ile give my Reafons, 
 More worthie thentheir Voyces. They know theCorne 
 Was not our recompence, refting well affur'd 
 They ne’re did fervice for’t; being preft to’th’Warre, 
 Even whenthe Navell of the State was touch’d, 
 They would not thredthe Gates; This kind of Service 
 Did not deferve Corne gratis. Being i’th’ Warre, 
 Thare Mutinies and Revolts, wherein they fhew'd 
 Mott Valour {poke net for them. Th’ Acculation 
 Which they have often made again{t the Senatey’ 
 All caufe unborne, could never be the Native 
 Of our fo fianke Donation. Well, what then? 
 How thall this Bofome-multiplied, digeft 
 T he Senates Courtefie ? Let deeds expreffe 
 What's like to be their words. We did requeft it, 
 Weare the greater pole, and in true feare 
 They gaveus our demands. Thus we debafe 
 The Nature of our Seats, and make the Rabble 
 
 The Crowes to pecke the Eaglzs. 
 
 | Not having the powerto doe the good it would 
 
 | Out of chy Garments. 
 
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 Breake ope the Lockesa’th’Senate, and bringin 
 
 Aten. Come enongh. 
 Bra. Enough, with over meafure. 
 Corso. No, take more. ays 
 What may befworne by, both Divine and humane, 
 Seale what I end withall. This double worthip, 
 W hereon partdo’s difdaine with caufe, theotker 
 Tofult withoutall feafon; where Gentry, Title,wifedome 
 Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no 
 Of gencrallignorance, it mutt omit: 
 Reall Neceflities, and give way the while _ 
 Tounftable Slightnefle: Purpofe fo barr’d, it followes, ‘ 
 Nothing is done topurpofe. Therefore befeech you, 
 You that will bedefle tearefuil, then difcreet, 
 That love the Fusdamentall part of State — 
 More then you doubt the change oft: That preferre 
 A Noblelife, beforea Long, and With, 
 Tojumpea Bedy with a dangerous Phyficke, 
 Thav’s fureof death without it : at once plucke out 
 The Muiticadinous Tongue, let them not licke _ 
 The{weet which is their poyfon. Yourdifhonor 
 Mangles true judgement, and bereavesthe State, 
 Of that Integrity which fhould becom’t : 
 
 ‘ 
 
 For th’ill which doth controul’t. 
 Bra. Hasfaid enough. 
 
 Sicin, Ha’s fpokenlike a Traitor,and fhallanfwer 
 As Traitors doe. 
 
 Corse. Thou wretch, defpight ore-whelme thee : 
 Whit fhould the people doe with thefe bald Tribunes? 
 On whom depcnaing, their obedience failes 
 To’th’greater Bench, in a Rebellion: 
 When what’s not meer,but what maftbe, was Laws - 
 Tren were they chofen : ina better howe, 
 
 Let what is meet, be faid it mnt'be meet, 
 And throw their power i’th’daft, 
 
 Bre, Manifett treafon. 
 
 Sitin. This a Confull ? No. 
 
 Enter an eAGdile. 
 
 Bru. The Bdilus hoe ; Let himbe apprehended: 
 
 Sicin. Goe call the people, in whotename my Selfé, 
 Attach thee asa Traitorous Iunoyator : 
 
 A Foe ro’th’publike Weale. Obey Icharge ther, 
 And foliow to thine anfwer. 
 Corio. Hence oldGoat. ~ 
 All. We il Surety him. 
 Com. Ag’d fir, hands of, i : 
 Corio, Hence rotten thisg, or I fhall fhakethy bones 
 
 Sicin: Helpe ye Citizens. 
 Enter a rabble of Plebians with the ALdiles. 
 
 Men, On both fides more refped. | 
 
 Sicin. Heere’s he, that wonld take from youall your . 
 powers ’ . 
 
 Bra. Seize him e£diles. 
 
 e4il. Downe with him,downe with hims 
 
 2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons , . 
 
 T hey all buftle about Cortolanus. 
 
 Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens : what hoe: 
 Sicinsus, Bruriws, Coriolanus, Citizens. 
 
 All, Pcace, peace; peace, ftay; hold ,peace. 3 . 
 
 Men. What isabout tobe? j am out of Breath, 
 Confufions ne’re, I cannot fpeake. You Tribunes 
 To'th’people: Coriolanns , patience : fpeake good mere 
 
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 Sicis. Heare me, People peace. 
 6 All. Tet’sheare our Tribune: peace, fpeake, fpeake, 
 peake. 
 Sici. You are at point tolofe your Liberties 
 Martius would have all from you ; AZartina, 
 Whom late you havenam’d tor Confiull. 
 (Men. Fye, fie, fie, this isthe way to kindle, not to 
 quench. 
 Senex To unbuild the City, and to lay all flat. 
 Sici.. What isthe Citty, but the People ? 
 Ale True, the People are the City. 
 Bru. By the confent ofall; we were eftablith’d the 
 Peoples Magiftrates. 
 All. You fo remaine. 
 Men. And foarelike to doe. 
 Com, That is the way to lay the Citty flat, 
 To biing the Roofe tothe Foundation, 
 And bury all, which yet diftinctly raunges 
 In heapes, and piles of Ruine. 
 Sicin. This deferves death. 
 Bru. Or let us {tandto our Authority, 
 Oriet uslofe it : we doe here pronounce, 
 Vpon the part o’ch’People, in whofe power 
 We wereelected theirs, ALartius is worthy 
 Of prefent Death. : 
 Sicin. Therefore lay hold of him : 
 Beare him roth’ Rocke Tarpeian, and from thence 
 luto deftru¢tion caft him. 
 Bre. Adiles{eize him. 
 Ali Ple. Yeeid Martius, yeeld. 
 Men. Heare me one word, *befeech you Tribunes; 
 heare me but a word. 
 eAAdiles, Peace; peace. ee 
 (Men.Be that you feemestruly your Countries friénd, 
 And te np’rately proceed to what you would 
 Thus violently redrefle. 
 Bru. Sir, thofe cold wayes, 
 That feeme like prudent helpes, are very poyfonous, 
 Wheré the Difeafe is violent. Lay hands upon him, 
 Andbeare himtothe Rocke. (orto. drawes his Sword: 
 Corid. No, Ile dye here : : 
 There’s foie among you have beheld me fighting, 
 Come try upon your felves, what you have feene me. 
 Men. Downe with that Sword,' Tribunes withdraw a 
 while. — : 
 Bra, Lay hands upon him. 
 Men. Helpe Marine, heipe ¢ youthat be noble, helpe 
 him young and old. abbots 
 All. Downewithhim,downewithhim. —— Exennt, 
 In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the eEdiles, ‘and the 
 People are beat sn. | 
 (Men. Goe, get youto out Houfe: be gone, away,’ 
 All will be naught elfe- 
 2. Senat. Get yougone. ; : 
 Com. Staind fait, we have as many friends as enemies. 
 Men, Shallit be put to that? 
 Sena. The gods forbid : 
 Iprethee nobie friend, home to thy houfe, 
 Leave us to cure this Caute. 
 (Mex. Fortis a Sore upon us. 
 You cannot Tent your felfe . begon, ’befeech you- 
 Com, Come Sir, along with us — 
 Men. 1 would they were Barbarians, as they are, 
 Thongh in Rome litter’d : not Romans ,as they are not, 
 Though calved ?’th’Porch o th’Capitoll : oz 
 Be gone, put not yout worthy Rage into your Torgue, 
 
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 One time will owe another. 
 
 Com. On faire ground, I could beat forty of them. 
 
 Men.1 could my felfe take upa Brace o’th’beft of them, 
 yea, the two Tribunes. 
 
 Com. But nowr’s oddes beyotid Arithmeticke, 
 
 And Manhood is call’d Foolry,whenit ftands 
 
 Againft a falling Fabricke. Will you hence, 
 
 Betore the Tagge returne ? whofe Rage doth rend 
 
 Like Interrupted Waters, and o’re-beare 
 
 What they are us’d to beare. 
 
 (Men. Pray you be gone? 
 
 lletry whether my oid Wit be in requeft 
 
 Wich thofe that have bur little:this muft be patcht 
 
 With Cloth of any Colour. 
 
 Com. Nay,come away, Exeunt Coriolanus 
 and Comsnius. 
 Patri. This man ha’s marr’d his fortune. 
 
 Men. His nature is too noble forthe World : 
 
 He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident, 
 
 Ox Ieve, for’s power to thunder : his heart’s his Mouth 
 
 What his brett forges, thar his tongue muft vent, 
 
 And being angry, does forget that ever 
 
 He heard the Name of death. et QX oie within. 
 
 Here's goodly worke. 
 
 Patrt, 1 would they werea bed. 
 dien. I would they were in Tyber- 
 W hat the vengeance, could he not fpeake *em faire? 
 Enter Brutus, aud Sicinins with the rabble againe. 
 Sicin. Whereis this Viper, 
 
 That would depopulate the city, & be every man himfelf 
 Men. You worthy Tribunes. : 
 Sicin. He fhali be throwne downe the’ Tarpeianrocke 
 
 With rigorous hands : he hath refifted Law, 
 
 And therefore Law. fhall {corne him further Triall 
 
 Then thé feverity of the publike Power, 
 
 Which he {0 fets at naught. 
 
 1 Cit,He fhall well knowthe Noble Tribunes are 
 
 The peoples mouths, and we their hands. 
 
 All, He thall fure out. 
 
 Men. Sir, fir. Siciw, Peace : 
 
 Men.Do nor cry havocke;where you fhould but hunt 
 
 With modeft warrant. 
 
 Sicin. Sir, how com’ft that you have holpe 
 
 To mske this refcue 7 
 Men. Heare me {peake? As I doe know 
 
 The Confuis worthinefle, fo can I name his Faults. 
 Sicin. Confull? what Confull? 
 
 (Men. The Contiill Corsolanus. 
 
 Bre. He Confull. 
 
 All. No,no, no, no, no. 
 
 (Min. If by the Tribunes leave, 
 
 And yours good people, : 
 
 I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,’ 
 
 The which thall turne you'to no further harme, 
 
 Then fo much loffe oftime. 
 
 Sicin, Speake briefely then, 
 
 For we are peremptory to difpatch 
 
 This Viporous Traitor: to eject him hence 
 
 Were but one danger, and to keepe him heere 
 
 Our certaine death : theretore itis decreed, 
 
 He dyes to night. 
 
 (Meu. Now the good gods forbid, 
 
 That our rendwned Rome, whofe gratitude 
 
 Towardstier déeferved Children, isenroll’d 
 
 In Ioves owne:Booke, likean unnaturall Dam 
 
 Should now eate ap her owne. 
 
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 To fpeake of Peace, or Warre, I talke of you, 
 
 Siciz. He’ sa Difeafe that mult be cutaway: 
 Men. Oh he’sa Limbe, that ha’s buta Difeafe 
 Mortall, to cut it off : to cure it, eafie. 
 What ha’s he done to Rome, that’s worthy death ? 
 Killing our Enemies, the blood he hath lott 
 (Which I dare vouch, is more then that he hath 
 By many an Ounce) hz dropp’d it for his Country * 
 And what is left, to loofe it by his Countrey, 
 Were to usall that doo’ and {uffer it 
 A brand to th’enda’th World. 
 Sicin, Thisis cleane kamme, 
 Bra. Meerely awry 
 When he did loue his Country, it honour’d him. 
 Men. The fervice of the foote 
 
 | Being once gangren’d, is not thea refpected 
 
 For what before it was. 
 Brs. Weil heare nomore ¢ 
 Purfue himto his houfe, and plucke him thence,’ - 
 
 | Leaft his infection being of caching nature, 
 
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 Spread further. 
 Men. One word more, one word : 
 This Tiger-footed-rage, when it fhall find 
 The harme of unskan'd {wiftnefle, will (too late)" 
 Tye Leaden pounds too’s heeles. Proceed by Proceffe, 
 Leaft parties (as he is belov'd) breake out, 
 And facke great Rome with Romances. 
 Bra. If it were fo? 
 Stci. What doe yetalke? 
 Have wenot had a tafte of his Obedience ? 
 Our Ediles {mot ; our felvesrefitted come. 
 Men. Confider this : He ha’s beene bred ith’ Warres 
 Since a could draw a Sword, and isill-{chool’d 
 In boulted Language : Meaie and Bran together 
 He throwes without diftinction. Give me leave, 
 Tle goe to him, aud undertake to bring him in peace, 
 Where he fhall aafwer by a lawfull Forme 
 (In peace) to his utmoft peril. 
 1. Sex. Nob!e Tribunces, 
 Itisthe humane way : the other courfe 
 Will prove too bloudy : and the end of it, 
 Vnknowne to the beginning. 
 Sie. Noble AZenenius,be you then as the peoples officer: 
 Matters, iay downe your Weapons. 
 Bre. Goe not home. 
 Sici. Meet onthe Market place: we'll attend yor there 
 Where if you bring not A¢artims, we'll proceede 
 In our firft way. 
 Men, Ile bring himto you. 
 Let me defire your company: he muft come, 
 Or whatis worft will follow. 
 Sena. Pray youlet’s to him. Exenut Omnes. 
 Enter Corsolanus with Nobles. 
 (Corio. Let them pull all about mine cares, prefent me 
 Death onthe Wheele , or at wilde Horfes heeles, 
 Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke, 
 That the precipitation might downe ftretch 
 Below the beameof fight ; yet will I {till 
 Bethusto them. 
 Enter Uolumnia. 
 Noble. You dee the Nobler. 
 (orto. Imufe my Mother 
 Do’s notappreue me further, who was wont 
 To call them Wollen Vaffailes, things created 
 To buy and fell with Groars, to fhew bare heads 
 In Congregations, to yawne, beftill,and wonder} 
 When one but of my ordinance ftood up 
 
 | Before you had worne it out 
 | 
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 - Why did you with me milder ? Would yon have me ©. - 
 Falfe tomy Nature ? Rather fay, I play mt 
 The man Lam. 
 
 Volum. Oh fir, fir, firs 
 | I would have had you put your power wellon .' 
 
 (Corio. Letgoe. ofr ty 
 | Vol. You might have beene enough the man yon ase, 
 | With ftriving leffe to be fo . Leffler had beene 
 The things of your difpofitions, if 
 You had not fhew’d them how ye were difpos’d 
 Ere they lack’d power tocrofle yous 
 Corio. Let them hang. 
 Polum. I, and barne too 
 Euter Menenins with the Senators. ) 
 (Mexn.Come, come,you have bin too rough,fomething 
 too rough ; you muftreturne, andmend its A 
 Sen. There’snoremedy, 
 Vniefle by not fo doing, our good City 
 Cleave in the midd’it, and perith- 
 Volum. Pray be counfail'd 5 
 I havea heartas little apt as yours, 
 But yet a braine, ‘that leads my ufe of Anger, 
 To better vantage. 
 4x0. Wel faid, Noble woman : y 
 Before he fhouid thus ftoope to’th’ heart, but that 
 The violent fita’th’time craves itasPhyficke 
 For the wie State; 1 would put mine Armour 0m) 
 Which I can {carfely beare. 
 Corto, What muit I doe? 
 Men. Returne to th’ Tribunes 
 Corio. Well, whatthen ? what then? 
 Men. Repent, what you have {poke- 
 (Corio. For them,! cannot doe it to the 
 Matt Ithen doo’tto them ? 
 | Volum, Youare tov abf{olutes ' 
 Though therein ypu can never beteo Noble, 
 But when extremities {peake. Ihave heard you fays 
 Honor and Policy, like unfever d friends, 
 I’th’ Warre doe grow together: Grant that, and tell me, 
 In Peace, what each of them by thother loofe, 
 That they combine not there ? 
 Corse. Tuth, wth. 
 Men, A gooddemand. ' 
 
 Gods, © 
 
 | Volum. If it be honor in your Warres, to feeme 
 | 
 
 The fame youare not, which for your bett ends 
 You adopt your policy : How is it lefle or worfe 
 That it fhall hold Companionfhip in Peace 
 With honor, as in Warre ; fince that to both 
 It ftands in like requeft. 
 
 Corio, Why force you this? 
 
 Volum. Becanfe,that 
 Now it lyes you onto fpeake toth’peoples | 
 Not by your owne inftruction, nor by’th’matter 
 Which your heart prompts youto, but with fiach words 
 Thatare but roated in your Tougue ; ; 
 Though but Baftards, and Syllables 
 Of no allowance, to your bofomestruth 
 Now, thisno more difhonors youatall, 
 Then to take in a Towne with gentle words, 
 Which elfe would put you to your fortune, an 
 The hazard of mychbiood, 
 I would diflemble with my Nature, where 
 My fortunes and.my Friendsat fake,requir'd 
 I fhould doe foin honor, I aminthis 
 
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 The Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 Your Wife, your Sonne : Thefe Senators, the Nobles, 
 And you, will rather fhew our generall Lowts, 
 
 How you can frowne,then {pend a fawne upon’em, 
 Fortheinheritance of their loves, and fafegard 
 
 Of whar that want might ruine. 
 
 Men. Noble Ladye 
 Come goe withus,{pedke faire : you may falve fo, 
 Not what isdangeruus prefent, but the lofle 
 Of what is paft. 
 
 Volum. Iprethee now, my Sonne, 
 
 Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand, 
 
 And thus farre having ftretcht it (here be with them) 
 Thy Knee buffing the {tones : for in fach bufinefle 
 Action is eloquence, ‘and the eyes of th’ignorant 
 More learned then the éarés, waving thy héad, 
 Which often thus correcting thy ftout heart, 
 Now humbleas the ripeft Mulberry, 
 
 That will not hold the handling : or fay to them, 
 Thou art their Souldier, and being bred in broyles 
 Haft nor the foft wayywhich thou do 'ft éonfeffe 
 Were fit fer thee roufe, as they to clayme, 
 Inasking their good loves, but thou wilt frame 
 Thy felfe (forfooth ) hereafter theirs fo farre, 
 Asthouhaft power and perfon. 
 
 Men, This but done, 
 Evenas fhefpeakes, whygtheir hearts were yonrs 
 For they have Pardons, being ask’d, as free, 
 
 As words to little purpofe. 
 
 Volum. Prethce now, 
 
 Goe, and be ruf'd : although I know thou hadft rather 
 Follow thine Enemy ina fiery Gulfe, 
 Then flatter him ina Bower; Enter Cominins, 
 
 | Here is Cominizss 
 
 (om. Vhave beerie ?th’Market place ; and Sir’tis fit 
 You make ftrong party, or defend your felfe 
 By calmenc (fe, or by abfence: all's inanger. 
 
 Mex. Onely faire fpeech. 
 
 (om, I thinke twill ferve, ifhe can thereto frame his 
 {pirit. 
 
 Volum. He mult and’ will ; 
 
 Prethee now fay you will, and goe abont it. 
 
 (Corio. Mott I goe fhew them my unbarb’d Sconce ? 
 Mut I with my bafe Tongue give to my Noble heart 
 A Lye, that it muft Beare well ? I will doo’t: 
 
 Yet were there but this fingle Plot, to loote 
 
 This Mould of AZartins, they to dutt fhould grindeit, 
 Andthrow’t againft the Winde. Toth’Market place ¢ 
 You have put me now to f ucha part, w hich never 
 
 I thal difchargetoth’ Life. 
 
 Cem. Come, come, we'll prompt you. 
 
 Volum. I prethee now tweet Son, as thou haft faic 
 My praifes made thee firfta Souldier < fo 
 
 + To have my praife for this, performe a part 
 + Thon haft not done befores 
 
 Corio, Well, i muft doo’t. 
 Away my difpofition, and poffeffe me 
 Some Harlots {pirit : My throat of Warrebe turn’d; 
 Which quier’d with my Drumme into a Pipe, 
 Smallas an Eunnchy orthe Virgin voyce 
 That Babies lu/l a-fleepe: The fmiles of Knaves 
 Tent in my cheekes, and Schoole-boyes Teares takeup 
 The Glafles of my fight : A Beggars Tongue - 
 Make motion through my Lips ,and my Arm d knees 
 Who bow’d bur in my Stirrop, bend like his 
 Thit hath receiv'dan Almes. Iwill not doo’t, 
 Leaft I farceafeto honor mine ownetrath, 
 
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 And by my bodies action, teach nly Mifid 
 A moft inherent Balfcnefle. 
 
 Volum. At thy choyce then: 
 To begge of thee, itis my more dif-honor, 
 Then thou of them. Come all to ruine, let 
 Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride, then feare 
 
 | Thy dangérouis Stoutneffe : for mocke at death 
 
 With as biggc heart asthou: Docas thoulift, 
 Thy Valiantn¢ffe was mine, thon fuck’ tt it from me: 
 But owne thy Pride thy felfe 
 
 Corio. Pray be content : 
 
 Mother, Iam going to the Market place : 
 
 Chide meno more. Ile Mountebanke their Loves, 
 Coggze their hearts from them, and come home belov’d 
 Ofallthe Trades in Rome. Leoke, 1 am going: 
 
 Commend méto my Wife, Ile returne Confull, 
 Or never truft to what my Tongue can doe 
 I’th way of Flattery further. 
 
 Volum. Doe your will. Exit Volummiz. 
 
 (om. Away, the Tribunes doé attend you : arme your 
 To antwer mildely : for they are prepar’d (felfe 
 With Accufations, asl heare more ftrong 
 Then are upon you yet. 
 
 (Corio. The word is, Mildely. Pray you let us goe, 
 Letthem accufe:me by invention: I 
 Willanfwere in mine Honor. 
 
 Men. 1,but mildly. 
 
 Corio, Well mildly be it then, Mildly. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Sicinins and Brutus. 
 
 Bri In this point charge him home, that heaffects 
 
 Tyrannicall power : if heevadeusthere, 
 Inforce him with his envy to the people, 
 And that the Spoile got onthe Antiats 
 
 Wasne'rediftributed; W hat, will hecome?. 
 
 Enter an Edile. 
 Edile. He's comming, 
 Bru. How accompanied ? 
 Edil. With old (Menexins, and thofe Senators 
 That alwayes favour’d him. 
 Sicin. Haue you a Catalogue 
 Of allthe Voices that we have procur’d,fet downe by’th 
 Edi. (have :'tisready, (Pole? 
 Sicin. Have you collected them by Tribes? 
 Edil, Ihave :'tis ready 
 Sicin, Affembls prefently the people hither : 
 
 | And when they -heare me fay, it thallbe fo, 
 
 P'ch’right and ftrengtha’th’ Commons: be it either 
 
 | For death, for Fine, or Bamfhment, then fet them 
 
 If I fay Fine, cry Fine ; if Death, cry Death, 
 Infifting on the oid prerogative 
 And power i’th Truth a’th Caufe. 
 
 Edile. | {hall informe them. 
 
 Bra, And when fachtimethey have begun to cry, 
 Let them not ceafe, but with adinné contus’d ; 
 Inforce the prefent Executioir 
 Of what we chance to Sentence. 
 
 Edl.. Verywell. 
 
 Sicin. Make thenybe ftrong, and ready for this hint 
 When we fhall bap to giv’t them. 
 
 Brn. Goe about it, 
 
 Put him to Choller ftraite, he hath beene us’d’ 
 Ever to conquer, and to have his worth 
 Of contradiction. Being once chaft, hecannot 
 Be rein’d againe to Temperance; then he {peakes 
 
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 What's in his heart, and that is there which lookes 
 With us to breake hisnecke. 
 Enter Coriolanus ,Mentnins, and Comi- 
 nins, with orbers. 
 Sicin. Well, heere he comes. 
 Men. Calmely, I doe befeech you. 
 Corie. I, as an Holler, that for th’pooreft pecce 
 Will beare the Knave by th Volume: 
 Th’honor’d goddes : es 
 Keepe Rome in{afty, and the Chaires of juttice 
 Supplied with worthy men, plantlove among{t you, 
 Through our large Temples with the fhewes of peace 
 And not our ftreets with Warre- 
 1 Sen. Amen, Amen- 
 Ment, A Noblewilh- 
 Enter the Edile withthe Plebesans. 
 Sicin. Draw neere ye people. 
 Eade. Litt to your Tribunes. Audience ; 
 Peace I fay. 
 (Corie. Firft heare me {peake. 
 Both Tri. Well, fay : Peace hoe. 
 
 Mutt ail determine heere ? 
 Sici. Idoe demand, 
 If you fabmit you to the peoples voyces, 
 Allow their Onlicers, and are content 
 To fuffer lawfull Cenfure for fuch faults 
 As fhall be prov’dupon you- 
 (rio. Lam content, 
 Aene. Los Citizens, he fayeshe isContent: 
 The warlike Service be ha’sdone, confider ; Thinke 
 Vpon the wounds his body beares, which fhew 
 Like Graves ith holy Church-yard, 
 (erie. Scratches with Briars, {carres to move 
 Langhter onclys 
 Men, Confider further : 
 That when he fpeakesnot like a Citizen, 
 You find him like a Souldier : doenot take 
 His rougher Actions for malicious founds; 
 But as I fay, fuchas become a Soldier, 
 Rather then cnvy you. 
 Com. Weil, well, no more. 
 Corio. What is the matter, 
 That being paft for Confull with full voyce - 
 I am {0 difhonour’d, thatthe very houre 
 You take it offagaine? 
 
 Sui. Anfwer tous. 
 
 Corio. Say then :°tis true,I ought fo. 
 
 From Rome all feafon’d Orifice, and to winde 
 Your felfe intoa power tyrannical, 
 For which you are a Traitor to the people. 
 Corio. How? Traytor ? ‘ 
 Mene. Nay temperately: your promife. 
 
 Call me their Traitor, thou injurious Tribune- 
 Within thine eyes fate twenty thoufand deaths 
 In thy handsclutcht : asmany Millions in 
 Thy lyingtongue, bothnumbers. I would fay 
 Thou lyeft unto thee, with.a voyce as free, 
 As I doe pray the gods. 
 
 Sicin,. Marke you this people ? 
 
 cAll. To'th’ Rocke with him. 
 
 Sicin.Peace : 
 We neede not put new matter to his charge : 
 
 Crrio. Shall.1 be charg’d no further then this prefent? 
 
 What you have feene him doe, and heard hun {peake : 
 
 cinerea ne 
 
 Sici, We charge you,that you have contriv’d'to take 
 
 Corie. The fires i’ th’lowedt hell, Fouldin the people : 
 
 The Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 Beating your Officers, curfing yourfelves,. 
 Oppofing Lawes with ftroakes, and. here defying 
 Thofe whole great power mufttryhim, 
 
 Even this fo criminal, and in fucheapitallkinde, _; 
 Weferves th’extreameft death. 
 
 a er ees 
 
 Let them pronounce the fteepe Tarpeiandeath, 
 Vagabond exile, Fleaing, pent tolinger 
 
 But witha graine a day, I would not buy 
 
 Their mercy, at the price of onefaire word, 
 Nor checke my Courage for what they can gives 
 To have’t with faying, Good morrow, 
 
 (As muchas in him lyes) from time totime 
 Envi'd againft the people ; feeking meanes » : 
 
 To plucke away their power : as now at lafty 
 Given Hoftile ftrokes,and that net in the prefence 
 Of dreaded juftice, but on the Miniilers : 
 
 (Ev’n from this inftant) bani 
 
 Bra. Bat fince he hath ferv’d wellfor Rome. 
 Corio. What doe yonprateof Service? 
 Brut. Italke of that,that knowit- 
 
 Corso. You? 
 
 Mene.1s this the promife that you made your mother? 
 Com. Know, pray you. , 
 Corio. Ve know no further : 
 
 Sicin. For that he ha’s 
 
 That doe diftribute it. Inthe name a’th’people, 
 
 And in the power of us the Trjbpnes, we 
 
 him our City 
 
 In perill of precipitation 
 
 From off the Rocke Tarpeian, never more 
 
 To enter our Rome gates. I’th’peoples name, 
 
 I {ay it fhall be fo. 
 All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo ; let him away + 
 
 He’s banifh’d, and it fhall be fo. iff 
 Com. Heare me my Matters,and my common friends. 
 Sicin. He’s{entenc’d : No more hearing. ¥ 
 Com. Let me {peake : 
 
 I have beene Confull, and can thew from Rome 
 
 Her Enemies markesupon me. 1 doe loue 
 
 My Countries good, with arefpeé more tender, 
 
 More holy, and profound, then mine ownelife, 
 
 My deere Wiveseftimate, her wombesencreafe, 
 
 And treafure of my Loynes; then if I would - 
 
 Speake that, 
 Siein. We know your drift. Speake what? 
 Bru. There’s nomore to be faid, but he is banith’d 
 
 AsEnemytothe people, and hisCountrey. 
 
 It fhall be fo. 
 
 Alt. It thall be fo, it fhall be fo. 
 
 (orio. Youcommoncry of Curs, whofe breath hate, 
 Asreeke 2’th’rotten Fennes : whofe Loves I prize, 
 As the dead Carkaffes of unburied men, 
 
 That doe corrupt my Ayre: I banifh you, 
 
 And heere remaine with your uncertainty. 
 
 Let every feeble Rumar fhake your hearts 
 
 Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes 
 
 Fan you inte defpaire: Have the power fill 
 
 To banifh your Defenders, till at length 
 
 Your ignorance (which findes not tilll it feeles, 
 
 Making but refervation of your felves, 
 
 Still your owne Foes ) deliver you 
 
 As moftabated Captives, to fome Nation 
 
 That wonne you without blowes, defpifing 
 
 For youthe City. Thus I turne my backe ; 
 
 There is a world elfewhere. ae 
 
 Exeunt Corielanus, Cominins, with Camas 
 
 They all font, and throw up their Capt. rails 
 
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 Edile. The peoples Enemy is gone, is gone. 
 Aé.. Oar enemy is banifh’d, he is gone : Hoo, oe. 
 Swix. Go fee him out at Gates, and follow him 
 As he hath follow'd you, with all defpight 
 Give him deferv’d vexation, Leta guard 
 Attend us through the City. 
 Al. Come,come, lets fee him out atthe gates, come: 
 The. gods preferve our Noble Tribunes, come. Exennt, 
 
 Enter Coriolanus, Uclumnia,Virgilia, Menenins, Cominivs 
 with the yong DN obslity ef Rome. 
 
 (orio.Come leave as aled bet farwel : the beait 
 With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, 
 Where is your ancient Courage? You were us'd 
 To fay, Extreamity wasthetrier of fpirits, 
 
 That commonchances, common men could beare, 
 That when the Sea was calme, all Boates alike 
 Shew'd Mafterfhip in floating. Fortunes blowes, 
 When moft ftrooke home, being gentle wounded, craves 
 A Noble cunning. You were us’d to load me 
 With Precepts that would make invincible 
 The heart that conn’d them. 
 _Virg. Oh heavens! heavens! 
 
 Corio, Nay, Iprythee woman. 
 
 Vol.Now the Red Peftilence ftrike all Trades in Rome, 
 And Occupations perifh. 
 
 Corio. What what, what: 
 
 I fhall be lov’d when Lam lack’d. Nay Mother, 
 
 ' Refame that f{pirit, when you were wontto fay, 
 
 If you had beene the Wife of Hercules, 
 
 Six of iis Labours youl’d have done, and fav'd 
 
 Your husband fo much fweate. Cominius, 
 
 Droope not, Adieu: Farewell my Wife,my Mether, 
 Tle dowel yet- Thou oldand and trve Azenenins, 
 
 Thy teares arc falterthena yonger mans, 
 
 And venomous to thine cyes- My (fometime)Generail, 
 I have feene the Stertie,and thou haft oft beheld 
 Heart-hardning {peétacles. Tell thefe fad women, 
 
 ‘Tis fond to waile inevitable ftrokes, 
 
 As*tis to laughat’em.. My Mother, you wot well 
 
 My kazards {till have beene your folace, and 
 
 Beleev’t not lightly, though J goc alone 
 
 Like to.a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne 
 
 Makes fear’d, and -talk’d of more then feene : your Sonne 
 Will of exceed the Common, or be caught 
 
 With cautelous baits and practice. 
 
 Volum. My firft fonne; 
 
 Whither will you go? Take good Cominius 
 Withtheea while: Determine onfome courfe 
 More thena wilde expofture,toeach chance 
 That fares i’th’ way before thee. 
 
 Corio. Othe gods! : 
 
 (om. le follow thee a Moneth, devife with thee 
 Where thou fhalt ref, that thon may’ ft heare of us, 
 And we of thee. So if the time thruft forth 
 A canfe for thy Repeale, ive thall not fend 
 O’re the vait world, to fecke a fingle man, 
 
 And loofe advantage, which doth ever coole 
 Th’ abfence of the needer- 
 
 Corso, Fare ye well : 
 
 Thou hatt yeares uponthee, and thou art toe full 
 
 T be Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
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 Of the warres furfets, to. gorove with one 
 That’s yet unbruis’d : bring me but out at gate. 
 Come my fweet wife, my deereft Mother, and 
 My Friends of Nobietouch : when 1am forth, 
 Bid me farewell, and {mile. I pray you come : 
 WhileI remaine above the ground,you fhall 
 Heare from me ftill, and never of me ought 
 But whar is like me formerly. 
 Menen, That’s worthily 
 As any €are can heare. Come,let’s not weepe, 
 If ! could fhake off but one {even yeeres 
 From thefe old armes and legees, by the good gods 
 II'd with thee evere foot. 
 Corso. Give me thy hand, come. Extent 
 Enter the twa Tribunes, Sicinins, and Brutas, 
 with the Edile, 
 Sicin.Bid them all home,he’s gone: aod wee’lno further, 
 The Nobility are vexed, whom we fee have fidéed 
 In his behalfe, 
 Brut. Now we have fhewne our power, 
 Let us feeme humbler after it is done, 
 Then when it was a dooing. 
 Siein. Bid them home: fay their great enemy is gone, 
 And they, ftand in their ancient ftrength. 
 Brut, Difmifiethem home. Here comes his Mother, 
 Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenias. 
 Sici#. Let’snot meet her. 
 Brut. Whye 
 Sicin. They fay fhee’s mad. 
 Brut. They havctane note of us:keepe on your way 
 Volum, Oh y’are weil met : 
 Th’ hoorded plague a’ch’ gods requit your love. 
 Afenen. Peace, peace, be notfo loud. 
 Volum. If chat I couldtor weeping, you fhould heare, 
 Nay, and you fhallhearefome. Will yoube gone? 
 Virg. You hall ftaytoo: 1 would had che power 
 To fay fo tomy Husband. 
 Sicin. Are you mankinde? 
 Volum. 1 foole, isthata fhame, Note butthis Foole, 
 Was nota man my Father @ Had’ftchou Foxthip 
 To banith him that ftrooke more blowes for Rome 
 Then thou hait {poh en words. 
 Sicin. Oh blefled Heavens ! 
 Volum.Moe Noble blowes, then ever thou wife words. 
 And for Romes good iletell thee whar: yet goes 
 Nay. but thou fhalt fay too: I would my Sonne 
 Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him, 
 His good Sword in his hand. 
 Sicin, What then? 
 Virg. What then? Hee’ld make'an end of thy pofterity. 
 Volum, Baftards, andall. 
 Good man, the Woundsthat he does beare 
 Menen. Come, come, peace. 
 Sicim. I would he bad continued to his Conatry 
 As be began, and not unknit himfelfe 
 The noble knot he made. 
 Bru. I would he had, 
 Volum, I would he had? "Twas you incenft the rable. 
 Cats,thatcan judgeas fitly of his worth, 
 As! can ofthofe Mjfteries which heaven ; 
 Will not have earthto know. 
 Brat. Pray let's gos 
 Volum. Now pray fir get you gone. 
 You have done a brave deede: Ere you go, heare this: 
 As farre as doth the Capitoll exceede 
 The mearieft honfe in Rome; fo farre my Sonne 
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 This Ladies Husband heere ; this (do you fee) 
 Whom you have banith’d, does exceed you all. 
 Bru. Well, well, wee'lleave you. | 
 Sicia. Why ftay you to be baited 
 With one that wants her Wits. 
 Volum. Take my Prayers with you. 
 I would the Gods had nothing elfe to do, 
 Bat to confirme my Curfles. Could] meete ’em 
 But oncea day, it would unclogge my heart 
 Of what lyes heavy too’t. 
 CMene. You have told them home, 5 
 And by my zroth you bave caufe: you'l fuppe with me. 
 Volum, Angersmy Meate: Ifuppe upon my {elfe, 
 And fo fhall fterve with Feeding : Come, let's go, 
 Leave this faint-puling, and lament as I do, 
 In Anger, /wno-like ; Come, come, come. 
 Mene. Fie, fie,fic. 
 Enter a Reman, and a Volce. 
 Rom. I know you well fir , and you know me: your 
 name I thinke is Adrian. 
 Volce. It is fo fir, truly 1 have forgot you. 
 
 ¢ 
 
 Exit Tribanes. 
 
 Exeunt 
 Exit. 
 
 Rom. 1aa.a Roman, and my Services areasyorare | 
 
 againft’em. Know you me yet. 
 
 Volce, Dicanor: no, 
 
 Rom. The fame fir, 
 
 Velce. You had more Beard when Taft faw you, but 
 your Favour is wellappeard by your Tongue- What’s 
 the Newesin Rome: I havea Note from the Volcean 
 {tate to finde yououthere. Youhave well faved meca 
 dayes journey. 
 
 Rom. There hath beenc in Rome fraunge Infurrecti- 
 ons: Thepeople, againft the Senatours, Patricians, and 
 Nobles. 
 
 Vol. Hathbin ; isitended then? Our ftate thinks not 
 fo,they areina moftwarlike preparation, &;hope to come 
 upon them, in the heate of their divifion 
 
 Rom. The maine blaze of itis pat, but afmall thing 
 would make it flameagaine. For the Nobles receive fo 
 to heart, the Banifhment of that worthy ( oriolanys that 
 they are in a ripe aptneffe,to take all power from the peo- 
 ple, and to pluckefrom them their Tribunes for ever. 
 This lyes glowing I can tell you,andis almolt mature for 
 the violent breaking out. 
 
 Vol. Cortolanus Banifht ? 
 
 Rom, Banifh’d fir. 
 
 Vol. Youwillbe welcome with this intelligence Ni- 
 CAanor. 
 
 Rom. The day ferves well for them now. [have heard 
 it faide, the fittefi time to corrupt a mans Wife, iswhen 
 fhee’s fainc out with her Husband. Your Noble Twllus 
 Axffidius willappeare well in thefe: Warres, his great 
 Oppofer Corislanns being now inno requett of his coun- 
 trey. 
 
 Volee. He cannotchoofe: Iam moft fortunate, thus 
 accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my Bu- 
 finefle, and I will merrily accompany you home. 
 
 Rom. I thail berweene thisand Supper , tell youmof 
 ftrangethings from Rome: alitending to the good of 
 their Adveriaries, Have you an Army ready fay you ? 
 
 Val. Amott Royall one. The Centurions, and their 
 charges diftin@tly billetted. already in th’ entertainment, 
 andte be on foot atan houres warning. 
 
 Rom. 3 am joyfullto heare of their readineffe, and am 
 the man Ithinke, that fhall fet them in prefent ACtion.So 
 fir, heartly well met, and moft glad of your Company. 
 
 Velce. Youtake my partfrom mefir, Ihave the moft 
 
 caufe to be gladof yours. 
 Rom. Welllet us go together. Exennt, 
 Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparell,Dif- 
 guild, and muffled. 
 Corio, A goodly City isthis Antivm. Citty, 
 Tis I that made thy Widdowes : Many an heyre 
 Of thefe faire Editices for my Warres 
 Have I heard groane, and drop: Then know me not,. 
 Leaft that thy Wives with Spits, an Boyes with {tones 
 In puny Battell flay me. Save you fir. 
 Enter a Citizen. 
 Cit. And you. 
 
 Corto. Dire&tme,if ibe your will, where great Aaf- 
 fidivslics: IsheineAntiunm? | 
 (it. Heisand Feaftsthe Nobles of the State, athis 
 
 houfe this night. 
 
 Corie. Whichis his houfe, befeech you? 
 
 (st. This heere before you- 
 
 Corta. Thanke you fir, farewell, Exit Citizen 
 Oh World,thy flippery turnes ! Friends now faft {worn, | 
 Whofe double bofomes feene weare on heart, 
 
 W hofe Houres,whofe Bed ,whofe Meale and Exereife 
 Are ftilt together : who Twine(as *twere) in Love, 
 Vnfeparable, fhall within this houre, 
 
 On a diffention of a Doit,-breake out 
 
 To birtereft Enmity: So felleft Foes, 
 Whole paffions, and whofe Plots have broke theirfleepe | 
 To take the one the other, by fome chance, hea 
 Some tricke not worth an Egge, fhall grow deere friends 
 And inter-joyne their yflues. So with me, 
 
 My Birth-lace have I, and myloverupon ~ 
 
 This Enemie Towne Ile enter , if he flay me 
 
 He does faire Inftice : if he give me ways 
 He do his Country Service, 
 Muficke playes. Enter a Servingman. 
 1 Ser. Wine, Wine,Wine: Whatfervice is heere? I | 
 thinke our Fellowes are afleepe. 
 Enter another Serving man. on 
 2 Sere Where's Cotws:my M. cals for him: Cotm.Ea# 
 Enter Cortolanus. 
 Corio. A goodly houfe : 
 The Feaft {mels : but I appeare notlikea Guelt- 
 Enter the firft Servingmsan. 
 1, Ser. What would you have Friendawhence areyou? } 
 Here’s no placefor you: Pray go tothe doore? Bait 
 Corio. Thavedeferv’d no better entertainment, inbe- 
 ing Cortolanus. Enter fecond Servants — . 
 2Ser. Whence are you fir ? Ha’s:the Porter his eyesi0 
 his head, that he gives enterance to fuch Companions? 
 Pray get you eut. 
 Corio, Away. 
 2Ser. Away? Get you away. 
 Corio. Now th‘ troublefome. ay ae 
 2Ser. Are youfo brave : He have you talkt with anon 
 Enter 3 Servingman, the 1 meets him. 
 3 What Fellowes this? : 
 1 A ftrangeone as ever I look’d on: I cannot get him 
 out o’th houle : Prythee call my Mafter to him. ’ 
 3 Whathave youto do here fellow ? Pray youavoid 
 the houfe. 
 (Corio. Let me but ftand, I willnot hurt your Harth, 
 3 Whatare you. 
 Corio, A Gentleman. 
 s A maru’llous poore one. 
 Corie True, folam, 
 3 Pray you poore Gentleman,take up fomeother! - 
 2 
 
 ExXite 
 
 7 
 
ee 
 
 tion heere’s no place, for you, pray youavoid - Come, 
 
 Corio, Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde 
 bits. Pulbes him away from him. 
 
 3 What you will not? Prythce tell my Matter whata 
 ftrange Gueft he ha’s here. 
 
 2 And I fhall. 
 
 3 Where dwel’ft thou ? 
 
 (rio. Vader the Canopy. 
 
 3 Vader the Canopy ? 
 
 Corto. I, 
 
 3 Where’s that ? 
 
 Corio, V’th City of Kites and Crowess 
 
 3 I’th City of Kites and Crowes. What an Affe it is, 
 thenthou dwel’ft with Dawes too? 
 
 Corie. No, Ifervenot thy Mafter. 
 
 3 How fir? Do you meddie with my Mafter ? 
 
 Corio. I,tisan honefter fervice, then to meddle with 
 thy Miftris: Thou prat’{t,and prat’{tferve withthy tren- 
 cher : Hence. Beates him amay 
 
 Enter Auffidiue with the Servingman 
 
 Aaf, Where is this Fellow ? 
 
 2 Here fir ,I’de have beaten him like a dogge, but for 
 difturbing the Lords within. 
 
 Auf, W hence com’ ft thou? What woldft }? Thy name? 
 Why fpeak’ft not? Speake man: what's thy name? 
 
 Corio. 1f Taflwanot yet thou know’ft me, and feeing 
 me, doft not thinke me for the man I am, neceffitie com- 
 mands me name my felfe. 
 
 Auf, What is thy name ? 
 
 Corio. A name unmuficall to the Volcians eares, 
 
 - And harfh in found to thine, 
 e4uf. Say ,what’s thy name? 
 Thou hafta Grim appearance, and thy Face 
 Beares a Commanne int: Though thy Tackles torne, 
 Thou fhew’ft anoble Veffell: What's thy name? 
 Corie, Prepare thy brow to frowne:knowft ) me yet 7 
 Auf: I know theenot? Thy Name? 
 
 Corio, My name is (ains Vatius, who hath done 
 To thee particularly, and to all the Voices 
 Great hurt and Miichiefe : thereto witnefle may 
 My Surname ((ortolanus. The painefull Service, 
 
 The extreame Dangers,and the droppes of Blood 
 
 Shed for thy thankleffe Country are requitted : 
 
 But with that Surname, a good memoric 
 
 And witnefle of the Malice and Difpleafure 
 
 Which thou could’ft beare me,only that name remaines. 
 The Cruelty and Envy of the people. 
 
 Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who 
 
 Have all forfooke me, hath devour’d the reft: 
 
 And fffer’d me by th’ voyce of Slaves to be 
 
 Hoop’d out ofRome. Now this extremity, 
 
 Hath brought meto thy Harth, not our of hope 
 (Miftake menot) tofave my life: for if 
 
 i had fear’d death, of all the Men i’th’ World 
 
 I would have voidedthee. Butin meere {pight 
 
 Tobe full quit of thofe my banifhers, 
 
 Stand I before thee heere : Then if thon haft 
 
 A heart of wreak in thee,t hat wilt revenge 
 
 Thine owne particular wrongs, and ftop thofe maimeés 
 
 Exit fecond Servingman. 
 
 =s cs 
 
 And make my] mifery ferve thy turne: Soufe it, 
 That my revengefull Servifes may prove 
 Asbenefitsto thee- For I will fight 
 
 Againt my Cankred Country, with the {pleene 
 
 Ofall the under Fiends. Butiffobe, 
 
 Thou dar'ft not this.and that to prove more Fortunes 
 
 yee eee ow. 
 
 The Trazedy 
 
 Of fhame feene through thy Country {peed thee ftraight 
 
 of Coriolanus, 
 
 > | 
 
 | Th’art tyr’d, then in a word, I alfoam 
 Longer to live moft wearie : and prefent 
 My throat tothee, and to thy Ancient Malice : 
 | Which not to.cut, would (hew thee but a Fooole, 
 | Since I have ever followed thee with hate, 
 Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries breft, 
 And cannot live but to thy fhame, unleffe 
 It be to doe thee fervice. 
 Auf. Oh Martins, Martius; 
 Each word thou haft {poke, hath weeded from ty heart 
 Aroote of Ancient Envy. If Iupiter 
 Should from yond clowd fpeake divine things, 
 And fay ’tistrue; I’'denot beleevethem more 
 Then thee all-Noble Aéartins. Let me twine 
 Mine armes about that bady, where again{t 
 My grained Afh an hundred times hath broke, 
 And fcarr’d the Moone with f{plinters : heere Icleep 
 The Anvile of my Sword, and do conteft 
 As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Love, 
 As everin Ambitious ftrength, { did 
 Contend againft thy Valour. Know then firft, 
 Ilov’d the Maid I married: never man 
 Sigh’d truer breath. Butthat I fee thee heere 
 Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart, 
 Then when I firft my wedded Miftris faw 
 Beftrid my Threfhold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee, 
 We havea Power on foote: and I had purpofe 
 Once moreto hew thy Target from thy Brawne, 
 Or loofe mine Armefor’c; Thou haft beate me ont 
 Twelve feverall times, and I have nightly fince 
 Dreamt of encounters ’twixt thy felfe and me : 
 We have beene downe together in my fleepe, 
 Vnbuckling Helmes, fifting each others Throat, 
 And wak’d halfe dead with nothing. Worthy arcins 
 Had we no other quarrell elfe to Rome, but that 
 Thou art thence Banifh’d, we would mufter all 
 From twelue, to feventie : and powring Warre 
 Into the bowels of ungratefull Rome, 
 Like abold Flood o’re-beate. Oh come, goin, 
 And take our Friendly Senators by ’th’ hands 
 Who now are heere, taking their leaves of me, 
 Whoam prepar'd againft your Territories, 
 Though not for Romeit felfe. 
 Corto. You biefie me Gods. 
 Auf. Therefore moft abfolute Sir, if thou wilt have 
 The leading of thine owne Revenges, take 
 Th’ one halfe of my Commiffion, and fet downe 
 Asbeft thouart experienc’d, fince thou know’tt 
 Thy Countries ftrength and weaknefle, thine own waies 
 Whether to knocke againft the Gates of Rome, 
 Or rudely vific them in parts remote, 
 To fright them, eredeftroy. Butcome in, 
 Let mecomment thee firft, tothofe that fhall 
 Say yeato thy defires. Athoufand welcomes, 
 And more a Friend then ere an Enemie, 
 Yet Martins that was much, Your hand: moft welcome. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter two of the Servingmen. 
 
 1 Heere’sa ftrange alteration? 
 
 2 By my hand,I had thought ro have ftroken him with 
 a Cudgell,and yet my minde gave me, his cloathes made 
 a falfe report of him. 
 
 1 Whit ah Arme he has,he turn’d me about with his 
 finger and his thumbe, as one would fet upa Top. 
 
 2 Nay, i knew by hisface that here was fome-thing 
 inhim. Hehad fir,akinde of face me thonght. Icannot 
 ee 2 tell 
 
tell how to terme It. 
 1 Hehad fo, looking asit were, would I were hang’d 
 
 but I thought there was more in him,then I could think. 
 2. Sodid I,lle be fworne: He isfimply the rareft man 
 
 ith’ world. 
 1 Ithinke heis : but a greater foldier then he, 
 
 You wot one. 
 
 2 Who my Mafter ? 
 
 1 Nay, it’s no matter for that. 
 
 2 Worth fix’on him. 
 
 S] 
 
 Souldiour. 
 2 Faithlooke you, one cannot tell how to fay that :for 
 the defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent- 
 
 1 J,and for an affault too. 
 
 Enter the third Servingman. 
 
 g OhSlaves,I can tell you Newes, News you Rafeals 
 
 Both. What, what, what? Let’s partake. 
 
 3 I would not bea Roman of all Nations; I had as 
 live bea condemn’d man. 
 
 Both. Wherefore ? Wherefore ? 
 
 3 Why here’s he that was wontto thwacke our Ge- 
 nerall, Caius Martius, 
 
 1 Why do you fay ,thwacke our Generall ? 
 
 3 Ido not fay thwacke our Generall, but he was al- 
 wayes good enough for him 
 
 = Come weare fellowes and friends s he was ever too 
 hard forhim, I have heard him fay fo himfelfe. 
 
 1 Hewastoo hard for him dire¢tly, to fay the Troth 
 on’t before Coriolus; he fcotcht him,and notcht himlikea 
 Carbinado. 
 
 2 And hee had bin Cannibally given, hee might have 
 boyld and eaten him too. 
 
 t Butmore of thy Newes. 
 
 3 Why he iso made on heere within, as ifhe were 
 Son and Heire to Mars, fet at upper end o'thy Table : No 
 queftion askt him by any of the Senators, but they ftand 
 baldbefore him. Our Generall himfelfe makesa Miftris 
 of him, Sanétifies himfelfe with’s hand,and turnes up the 
 white o’th’ eyeto hisdifcourfe. But the bottome of the 
 Newes is,our Generall is cut i’th’ middle,& but one halfe 
 of what he was yefterday. For the other ha’s halfe, by 
 the intreaty and grant of the whole Table. Hee'l go hee 
 fayes, and fole the Porter of Rome Gates by th’eares.He 
 will mowe all downebefore him , and leave his paflage 
 
 ould. 
 
 E 2 Arkihe’sas like to do’t as any man T can imagine. 
 
 3 Doo’t? he willdoo’t : for look you fir,he has as ma- 
 ny Friends as Enemies:which Friends fir as it were,durft 
 not (looke you fir) fhew themfelves (as we terme it) his 
 Friends, whileft he’s in DireCtitude, 
 
 1 Diredtitude ? Whats that? 
 
 3 But when they thall {ee fir, his Creft up againe, and 
 the man in blood, they will out of their Burroughes (like 
 Conies after Raine) and revellall with him. 
 
 1 But when goes this forward? 
 
 3 Tomorrow, to day, prefently, you fhall have the 
 Drum ftrookeup thisafternoone : "Tis as it were a parcel 
 of their Feaft,andto be executed ere they wipe their lips. 
 2 Why then we fhall havea ftirring World againe : 
 This peace is nothing, butto ruft Iron, encreafe Taylors, 
 and breed Bailad-makers. 
 
 r Letmehave Warrefay I, itexceeds peace as farre 
 as day do’s night: It’sfprightly walking andible,and full 
 of Vent. Peace, isa very Apoplesy, Lethargie, mull’d, 
 deafe, fleepe, infenfible, a getter of morebaftard Chil- 
 
 T he Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 1 Nay not {oneither : but I take him to be the greater 
 
 dren, then warresa deftroyer of mens 
 2 Tis fo,and.as warres in fome fort may bee faideto 
 
 bea Ravifher, fo it cannot be denied, but peace isa great 
 
 maker of Cuckolds. 
 1 I,andit makes men hate one another. 
 3 Reafon, becaufe they then leffe neede one another: 
 
 The Warres for my money. Ihope tofee Romanesas 
 
 cheape as Volcians. They are rifing; they are rifing. 
 
 Both. In, in, In, in. Exeutt. — 
 
 Enter the two Tvibunes, Sicinius, and Brutus. 
 
 Sicin. We heare not ef him, neither need we feare him, 
 His remedies are tame, the prefent peace, 
 
 And quietneffe of the people; which before 
 
 Were in wilde hurry: Heere do we make his Friends 
 
 Bluth, that the world goes well : who rather had; 
 
 Though they themfelves did fufter by’t, behold 
 
 Diffentious numbers peftring ftreets, then fee 
 
 Our Tradefmen finging in their fhops, and going 
 
 About their Funétions friendly. 
 
 Enter Menensus 
 Bru. We ftood too't in good time. Is this AZenemm? | 
 
 Sicin, Tis he,’tis he ; O be isgrown moft kind of lates | 
 Haile Sir, Mene. Haile toyouboth. — | 
 Sicin. Your Coriolanus isnot much mift, but with his | 
 Friends : the Common wealth doth ftand, and fo would | 
 do, were he more angry at it. . 
 ‘Mane. All's well, and might have beene much better, | 
 if he could have temporizd. 
 
 Sicin. Where is he, heare you ? | 
 Mene. Nay | heare nothing : é 
 His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him: 
 Enter three or foure Citizens. 
 ell. The Gods preferve you both. 
 Sicin. Gooden our Neighbours. 
 
 Bru. Goodento you all, goodento you all. 
 
 1 Our felves, our wives,and children, on our knees, - 
 Are bound to pray for you both. 
 Sicia. Live,and thrive. 
 
 Bru. Farewell kinde Neighbours : 
 
 We witht Coriolanss had lov'd you as we did. 
 All, Now the Gods Keepe you. #P 
 BothTri. Farewell. farewell. Exennt Caivent 
 Sicin. This isa happier'and more comely time, 
 
 Then when thefe Fellowes ran about the ftreets, 
 
 Crying Confufion. 
 
 Bru. Caius Martius was 
 A worthy Officer ith’Warre,butInfolent, 
 O’re come with pride, Ambitious,paft all thinking 
 Selfe-loving. i“ 
 
 Sicin. And affecting one fole Throne, without affiflace 
 
 Mene, I thinke not fo. : 
 
 Sicin. We fhould by thistoall our Lamentation, 
 If he had gone forth Countell, found it fo. 
 
 Bru. ‘The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome 
 Sits fafeand ftill, without him. 
 
 Enter an -Edile. 
 eAGdile. Worthy Tribunes, 
 
 There isa Slave whom we have put in prifoms 
 
 Reports the Volces with two feverall Powers 
 
 Areentred inthe Roman Territories, 
 
 And with the deepeft malice of the Warte, 
 
 Deftrey, what liesbefore ’em- 
 
 Mene, *Vis Anffidius, 
 
 Who hearing of our CVZartive Banifhment, 
 
 Thrufts forth his hornes againe into the world 
 
 Which were In-fhell’d, when Martins ftood for a 
 
Tbe Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 And durft not once peepe out. 
 
 Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martine. 
 
 Bra. Go {ee this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be, 
 The Volces dare breake withus. 
 
 Mene. Cannot be? 
 
 We have record, that very well it can, 
 
 And three examples of the like, hath beene 
 
 Within my Age. But reafon with the fellow 
 
 Before yon punith him, where he heard this, 
 
 Leaft you fhall chance to whip your Information, 
 
 And beate the Meffenger, who bids beware 
 
 Of what is to be dreaded. 
 
 Sscim, Tellnot me : I know this cannot be. 
 
 Bru. Not poffible. 
 
 Enter.a Aeffenger. 
 
 (Mef. The Nobles ingreat-earneftnefle are going 
 All to the Senate-honfe : fome newes is comming 
 That turnes their Countenances, 
 
 Sicin. “Tis this Slave : 
 
 Go whip him fore the peoples eyes : His raifing, 
 
 Nothing but his report. 
 
 (Mef. Yes worthy Sir, 
 
 The Slaves report is feconded, and more 
 
 More fearful is deliver’d. 
 
 Sicin. What more fearefull? 
 
 Me. Itis {poke freely out of many mouths, 
 
 How probable I do not know, that AZartius 
 
 loyn'd with Auffidsus leads apower’gainft Rome, 
 
 And vowes Revengeas {pacious, as betweene 
 
 The yong’it and oldeftthirg. 
 
 Sicin. This ismoft likely, 
 
 Bra. Rais‘ onely ,that the weaker fort may wifh 
 Good AZartins home againe. 
 
 Sicin, The very tricke on'te 
 
 Mene. Thisis unlikely, 
 He, and 4uffidius canno more attone 
 Then violent’ft Contrarictys 
 Enter Meffenger. 
 
 eMef. You are lent fortothe Senate: 
 
 A fearefull Army, led by Caius (Martine, 
 
 Affociated with e4uffidius Rages 
 
 Vpon our Territories, and havealready 
 
 O’re-borne their way, conf{um’d with fire,and tooke 
 
 What lay beforethem. 
 
 Enter Cominiuas. 
 
 Com. Oh you havemade good worke. 
 
 (Mene. What newes? What newes? 
 
 Com. You have holp to ravith your, owne daughters, & 
 To meit the City Leades upon yourpates, 
 
 To fee your Wives difhonour’dto your Noles. 
 Mene. What's the newes ?. What's the newes? 
 Com, Your Temples burned io their Ciment,and 
 
 Your Franchifes, whereon you ftood, confin’d 
 
 Intoan Augors boare. 
 
 (Mene. Pray now the newes: 
 
 You have made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes, 
 
 HE Martius fhould be joyn’d with Voleeans. 
 
 Com. lf? Heistheir God, he leads them likeathing 
 Made by fome other Deity then Nature, 
 That fhapes man Better: and they folow him 
 Againft us Brats, with no leffe Confidence, 
 Then Boyes perfuing Summer Butter-flies, 
 Or Butchers killing Flyes. 
 Mene. Youhave made good. worke; 
 Youand your Apronmen : you, that ftood fo much 
 Vponthe voyce of occupation, and 
 
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 The breath of Garlike-caters. 
 
 Com. Hee'l fhake your Rome about your eares. 
 
 MMene. As Herculus did (hake dowsne Mellow Fruite : 
 You have made faire worke. 
 
 Bre, Bat is this true fir 2 
 
 Com, I,and you'l looke pale 
 Before you finde icother. All the Regions 
 Do {milingly Revolt, and who refifts 
 Aremock'd for valiant Ignorance, 
 And perifh conftant Fooles: who is’t can blame him? 
 Your Enemiesand his, finde fomething in him. 
 Mene. Weareail undone, unleffe 
 The Noble man have mercy. 
 
 Com. Who thall aske it? 
 The Tribunes cannot doo't for fhame; the people 
 Deferve fuch pitty of him, as the Wolfe 
 Doe’s of the Shepheards : For his beft Friends, if they 
 Should fay be goodto Rome, they charg’d him, even 
 As thofe fhould do that had deferv‘d his hate, 
 And therein fhew’d like Enemies. 
 
 Me. ’Tis true,ifhe were putting to my honfe,the brand 
 That fhould confume it, 1 have not the face 
 To fay, befeech you ceafe. You have made faire hands, 
 You and your Crafts, you have crafted faire, 
 
 Com, You have brought 
 A Trembling upon Rome, fach as was never 
 S'incapeable of helpe: 
 
 Tri. Say not, we brought it. 
 
 Mene. How? Wastwe? We low’d him, 
 But like Beafts,and Cowardly Nobles, 
 Gave way unto your Clufters, whodid hoote 
 Him out o’th’ Citty. 
 
 (om. Bvt I feare 
 They’lroare him in againe. Tullus Aaffidius, 
 The fecond name of men, obeyes his points 
 As if he were his Oiticer :. Defperation, 
 is all the policy, Strength, and Defence 
 That Rome can makeagainftthem. 
 
 Enter aTroope of Citizens. 
 
 Mene, Heere come the Clutters. 
 And is 4uffidins with him? You are they 
 That made the Ayre unwholfome, whemyoucatt 
 Your ftinking, greafie Caps, in hooting 
 At Coriolanus Fxile. How he’s comming , 
 And nota hatre upona Souldiers head 
 Which willnotprovea whip: Asmany Coxcombes 
 As youthrew Capsup, will hetumbledowne, 
 And pay youfor your voyces. “Tisno matter, 
 If he could burne-nsall into one coale, 
 We have deferv'd ‘it. 
 
 Omnes, Faith, we heare fearfull Newes. 
 
 1 Cit. For min¢ owne parts 
 When I faid banith him, | faid’twas pitty. 
 
 2 And fo did I. 
 
 2 And fo did I: and to fay the truth , fo did. very ma- 
 ny of us, that we did we did for the beft, and thongh we 
 willingly confented to his Banifhment, yet it was again{t 
 our will. 
 
 Com, Y’are goodly things, you Voyces. 
 
 Mene. You have made you good worke 
 You and your cry. Shal’sto the Capitoll ? 
 
 Com. Oh I, what ¢lfe? Exceunt both 
 
 Sicin.’ Go Matters get you home, be not difmaid, 
 Thefeare a Side, that would be glad to have 
 This true, which rhey fo feemeto feare. Go home, 
 Anddhew no figne of Feare. 
 
 €e.2 1. Céfe': 
 
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 _ 1 (6t. The Gods bee good to us: Come Matters let’s 
 home, lever faid we were i'th wrong,when we banifhd 
 him. . 
 2 Cit. Sodid weall, But come, let’s home. &xit.Cit. 
 ‘Bra. 1 do not like this Newes- 
 Sicsn. Nor I. 
 Bru. Let’sto the Capitoll : would halfe my wealth 
 Would by this for a lye. : 
 Sicin. Pasay let’s go. Exennt Tribanes. 
 Enter Auffidius with his Lievtenant. 
 Auf. Dothey ftill lye to’th Roman? Ss 
 Liew. I donot know what Witchcraft’s in hims but 
 Your Soldiers ufe him as the grace’fore meate, 
 Theirtalke at Table, and their Thankes at end, 
 And youare darkned in thts action Sir, 
 Fven by your owne. 
 Af. Tcannot helpe itnow, 
 Vnlefleby ufing meanes I lame the foote 
 Ofour defigne. He beares himfelfe more proudly, 
 Evento my perfon, then I thought he would 
 When firlt I did embrace bim. Yet his Nature 
 In that’s no Changeling, and I muft excufe 
 What ¢annot beamended. 
 Liew. Yeti with Sir, 
 (im eane for your perticular ) you hadnot 
 Toynd in Comiflion with him : bur either have borne 
 ‘Theaction of your feife, or elfeto him , had left it foly. 
 Auf. I underftand thee well, and bethou fure 
 When he fhailcome to his account, he knowes not 
 What I can urge againtt him, although it feemes 
 } And fo hethinkes, and is no leffe apparant 
 Toth’ vulgar eye, that he;bearsall things fairely : 
 And fhewes good Husbandry for the Volcean State, 
 Fights Dragon-like, anddoes atcheeve as foone 
 As draw his Sword : yet he hath leftundone 
 That which hall breake his necke, or hazard mine. 
 Whenere we come to cur account+ 
 Leis. Sir, Lbefeechyou, think youhe'l carry Rome? 
 Auf. Allplacesyeeldto him ere he-fits downe, 
 And the Nobility of Rome are his = 
 The Senator and patricians love him toos 
 The tribunesare no Soldiers : and their people 
 Will be as rath inthe repeale ,as hafty 
 Toexpell him thence, I thinke hee’l be to Rome 
 Asis the A{pray to the Fifh, who takes it 
 By Soveraignty of Nature. Firft, he was 
 A Noblefervant to them, but he could not 
 Carry his Honors even: whether ’was Pride 
 Which out of dayly Fortune ever taints 
 The happy man; whether defect of judgement, 
 To faile inthe difpofing of thofe chances 
 Which he was Lord of ; or whether Nature, 
 Not to be other then one thing, not mooving 
 - From th’ Caske to th’ Cafhion: but commanding peace 
 Even wiili the fame auftersry and garbes 
 Ashecontroll’dthe warre. But one of thefe 
 (As hehath ipices of themal:) not all, 
 For I dare fo farre free him, made him fear’d, 
 So hated, and fobanith’d ; but he ha’sa Merit 
 Tochoake it in the uct’rance : So our-Vertues,. 
 Lie in th’ interpretation of the time, 
 ‘Arid power unto it felfe moft commendable, 
 Hath gota Tombe foevident asa Chaire 
 1 T extoll whatit hath done. f er 
 Onc fire drives ont one fire; one Naile,one Naile;;) - 
 Rights by rights fouler, ftrengths by ftrengths do faile. 
 
 The Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 Come let’s away : when Cains Rome is thine, 
 Thou art poos’tt of al;then fhortly art thou mine-Exeunt, 
 
 eA ius Quintus 
 
 Enter Menenins, Cominits , Siciniis, Brutus, 
 the two Tribunes, with others, 
 Menen. No, le not go : you heare what he hath faid 
 Which was fometime his General : wholoved him 
 Ina moft deere particular. He call’d me Father: 
 But what o’that ? Go you that banifh’d him 
 Amile before his Tent, fall downe and kneele 
 The way into his mercy’ Nay,if he coy'd 
 To heare Cominius {péake, lle keepe at home. 
 Com. He wou!d not feemeto know mic. 
 Menen. Do you heare ? 
 Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: 
 T-urg’d our old acquaintance, and the drops 
 That we have bled together. (orielanus 
 He would not anfwerto: Forbad all Names, 
 He wasa kinde of Nothing, Titleleffe, 
 Till he had forg’d him{elfe a name a’th’ fire” 
 Of burning Rome. 
 
 Menen. Why fo: you have made good worke: 
 Apaire of Tribunes, that have wrack’d for Rome, , 
 To make Coales cheape; A Noble memory. 
 
 Com. I minded him, how Royall “twas to pardon 
 When it was leffeexpected. He replyed 
 It wasa bare petition of a State ; 4 
 To one whom they had punifh’d. 
 tMenen. Very well,could he fay leffe? 
 (om. 1 offered to awaken his regard 
 For’s private Friends. His anfwere to me was 
 He could nor ftay to picke them, ina pile 
 Of noyfome mufty Chaffe. He faid, twas folly 
 For one poore graine or two, to leave unburne 
 And ftill to nofe th’ offence. . 
 (Menen. For one poore graine or two ¢ 
 I amone of thofe : his Mother, Wife, his Childe, 
 And this brave Fellow too : we are the Graines, 
 Yon are the mufty Chaffe, and yout ace fm elt 
 Above the Moone. Wemnutt be burnt for you. 
 Sicin, Nay, praybe patient : if you refufe your ayde 
 In this fo never-needed helpe, yet do not | 
 Vpbraid’s with ourdiftrefie. But fure ifyou 
 Woould be your Countries Pleader, your good tongue 
 More then the inftant Armie we can make 
 Might ftop our Countryman. 
 Menen. No: Me not meddle. 
 Sicis, Pray you goto him. 
 Menen. What fhould Ido? 
 Bre, Onely make triall what your Love cando, 
 For Rome, towards Martins. 
 Mene. Well,and fay that AZartine returne me, 
 As Cominins is return’d, unheard : what then? 
 But asa difcontented Friend, griefe-fhot 
 Withshis ankindneffe* Say’t be fo? 
 Sicin, Yet your good will 
 Muft have that thankes from Rome, after the mealure 
 As you intended well. : 
 Mene, Ue undertak’t : 
 Ithinke hee'l heare me. Yet tobite his lip, 
 And humme at good Coménins, much unhearts me 
 
_ The Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 He was not taken well, he had not din’d; 
 The Veines unfill’d, oir blood is cold, and then 
 We powt upon the Morning, are unapt 
 To give or to forgive } but when we have ftufft 
 Thefe Pipes; andthefe Conveyances of our bloed 
 With Wine and Feeding, we have fuppler Soules 
 Then in our Prieft-like Fafts: theretore Ile watch him 
 Till he be dicted to my requeft, 
 And then Ile fet upon him. 
 Bra. You know the very rode into his kindneffe, 
 And cannot lofe your way. 
 Mene. Good faith Ile prove him; 
 Speed how it will, I flail ere long, have kriowledge 
 OFf my fucceffe. ; Exit. 
 Com. Hee'lnever heare him. 
 Sici#. Not, 
 Com. I tell you, he doe’s fit in Gold, his eye 
 Redas twould burne Rome: and his Injury 
 The Gaoler to his pitty. I kneel’d before him, 
 "Twas very faintly he faid Rife; difmift me 
 Thus with his {peechleffe hand. W hat he would do 
 He fent in writing after me : what he wouldnot, 
 Bound with an Oath to yeeld to his conditions : 
 So that all hope is vaine, unleffe his Noble Mother, 
 And his Wife ,who (as I heare) meane to folicite him 
 For metcy to his Country : therefore Ict’s hence, 
 And with our faite intreatieshaftthemon.  Exeunt. 
 Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guards 
 1 Wat. Stay: whericeare you: 
 2.Wat, Stand,and go backe. 
 (Mo. You guard like men,’tis well. But by your leave, 
 Tam an Oificer of State,& come to {peake with ( oréolanms. 
 I Fron whence ? Mine. From Rome. 
 1 You may not pafle, you mutt returne-; our Geuerall 
 will no more heare from thente. 
 2 You'l fee your Rome embrac’d with fire, before | 
 You'l {peake with Cortolanu. 
 Mene, Good my Friends, 
 If you have heard your Generall talke of Rome, 
 And of his Friends there, it is Lots to Blankes, 
 My naine hath touch’t your eares : itis (Menenius s 
 t Beit fo, goback: the vertue of your name, 
 Isnotheere pafiables 
 Meine. 1 tellthee Fellow, 
 Thy Generall is my Lover : I have béeene 
 Thebooke of his good Acts, whence men have read 
 His Fame unparalell’d, happely amplified : 
 For I have ever ucrified my Friends, 
 (Of whom hee’s cheefe ) with all the fize that verity 
 Would without lapfing fuffer : Nay, fometimes; 
 Like to a Bowle upon a fubtle ground é 
 T have tumbled patt the throw : and in his praife 
 Have (almoft)tamptthe Leafing- Therefore Fellow, 
 I mutt have leave to paffe. se abi 
 r Faith Sir, if you had toldas many lies in his behalfe, 
 as you have uttered words in your owne,you fhould not 
 paffe heere : no, though it were'as’vertuous tolye,asto 
 livecchaftly. Therefore go backe. : 
 Mes.? rythce fellow, remerhber my name ts AZenenivas, 
 alwayes factionary on the party of your Generally 
 2 Howfoever you have bin his Lier , as you lay you 
 have, fam one that telling true under him, mait{ay yon 
 cannot pafle. Therefore go backe. 
 Mene. Ha’s he din’d'can’tt thou tell? For I would not 
 fpeake with him, tiltafter dinner. 
 I Youarea Roman, are you? 
 
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 (Mene. 1 ain as thy Generallis, 
 
 I Then you fhould hate Rome, ashe do’ss Cah you, 
 when you have pufht out your gates, the very Defender 
 ef them, and ina uiolent populer ignorance, given your 
 enemy yonr fhield, thinke to front hisrevenges with the 
 eafie groanes of old women, the Virginall Palms of your 
 daughters , or with the paltied interceffion of fuch a de- 
 cay’d Dotant as you feemeto be? Cai you think to blow 
 out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with 
 fuch weake breath as this? No,you are deceiv’d,therefore 
 backe to Rome, and prepare for your execution ; you are 
 condemn’d; our Generall has {worne you ont offepreeve 
 and pardon. : 
 
 Mene. Sirra, if the Captaine knew I were heere, 
 
 He would ufe me with eitimation. 
 
 1 Come ,my Captaine knowes you not. 
 
 (Menes 1 meanethy Generall, 
 
 1 My Generallcares not for you. Backel fay,go: leaft 
 I]et forth your halfe pinte of bloed. Backe, that’s the ut. 
 moft of your having, backe* 
 
 Mene. Nay but Fellow, Fellow. 
 
 Enter Coriolanus with Auffidius. 
 
 Corto. What’sthe matter? 
 
 Mene,Now you Companion: Ile fay an arrant for you : 
 you fhall know now thatI am in eftimation: you hall 
 perceive, that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my 
 Son Cortolanus, guefle but my entertainment with him:if 
 thou ftand’ft not i’th ftate of hanging, or of fome death 
 more long in Spectatorfhip, and crueller in fuffering, be- 
 
 | hold now prefently,and {weond for what’sto come apon 
 
 thee. The glorious Gods fit in hourely Synod about thy 
 particular profperity,and love theeno worfe thenthy old 
 
 | Father Adenenéus do's. O my Son, my Son ! thou art pre- 
 
 paring fire for us: looke thee, heere’s water to quench it. 
 I was hardly moved'tocometothee: butbeing aflured 
 none burmy felfe could moue thee, I have beene blowne 
 out of your Gates with fighes - andconjure thee to par- 
 don Rome, and thy petitionary Countrimen. The good 
 Gods affwage thy wrath,and turne the dregs of it, upon 
 this Varlethecre : This, who like a blocke hath denyed 
 my acceffe to thee. 
 Corto. Away. 
 Mene. How ? Away? 
 Corio. Wite, Mother, Child,I know not. My affaires 
 AreServantedto others: though I owe 
 My revenge properly, my remiffion lies 
 In Volcean brefts. That we have beene familiar, 
 Ingrate forgetfulneffe fhiall poiton rather 
 Then pitty : Nore how much, therefore be gone. 
 Mine cares againtt your fuites, are ftronger then 
 Your gatesagainft my force. Yer for t loved thee, 
 Fake this aiong, I writ it for thy fake, 
 And would have fentit.. Another word CVenenina, 
 I will not heare thee fpeake. This man 4sffiains 
 Was my belov’din Rome : yetthou behold’ it. 
 Anf. Youkeepe aconitant temper. 
 CManent the Guard and Meneuiuse 
 t Now fir, is your name Menenius? 
 2 ‘Tisafpell youtee of much power 
 You know the way home againe: 
 1 Do you Keare how we are fhent for keeping your 
 greatneffe backe ? 
 2 Whatcaufe do youthinke I have tofwoond ? 
 
 * (Mene. Yneither care for th’ world, nor your General: 
 for fach things as you, can fcarfe thinke ther’s any,y’are 
 fo flight. Hethat hatha willtodyeby himfelfe, feares it . 
 
 not; 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 not from another : Let your Generall do his worfty For 
 you, bee thatyou are, long; and your mifery encreafe 
 with your age. [fay to you, as Lwas {aid to, Away Este 
 
 1. ANoble Fellow I warrant bim, 
 
 2 The worthy Fellow is our General.He's the Rocke, 
 The Oake not to be winde-fhaken. Exit Watch. 
 Enter (oriolanus and Auffiasus. 
 Corio, Wewill before the walls of Rome to morrow 
 Set downe our Hoalt. My partner in this Action, 
 You mutt report toth’ Volcian Lords, how plainly 
 I have borne this Bufinefle. 
 
 Anf, Onely their ends you have refpected. 
 
 Stopt your eares againft thé generall fuite of Rome: 
 
 Never admitted a privat whi{per,no not with fuch friends 
 
 Thar thought them fure of you- 
 
 Corio.’ This laft old man, 
 
 Whom withacrack’d heart I have festto Rome, 
 
 Lov’dme, above the meafure of a Father, 
 
 Nay godded me indeed. Their lateft refuge 
 
 Was tofendhim : for whofe oldlove I have 
 
 (Though I thew’d fowsely to hitn) once more offer'd 
 
 The firlt Conditions which they did refuge, 
 
 And cannot now accept, to grace him onely, 
 
 That thought he could do more: A very little 
 
 I have yeelded to. Frefh Embafles, and Suites, 
 
 Nor from the State, nor private friends heereafter 
 
 Will lend care to. Ha? what fhout is this? Shout withis 
 
 Shall I be tempted to iufringe my vow 
 
 Inthe fame time’tis made? } will not. | 
 Enter Virgilia,Velumnia, Valeria yong Martins; 
 
 with Attendants. 
 
 My wife comes formoft, then the honour’d mould 
 
 Wherein this trunke was fram’d, and in her hand 
 
 The Grandchilde to her blood. Burout affection, 
 
 All bond and priviledgeof nature breake; 
 
 Let it be Vertuons to be Obftinate. 
 
 What is that Curt’fie worth ? Or thofe Dovesieyes, 
 
 Which can make Gods forfworae? I melt and am not 
 
 Of ftronger carth thenothers :my Mother bowes; 
 
 As if Olympus toa Mole-hill fhould 
 
 In {application Nod: and my young Boy 
 
 Hath anafpe& of interceflion, which 
 
 Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces! 
 
 Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, He never 
 
 Be fuch a Gofling to obey inftiact: but Mand, 
 
 Asifaman were Author of himfelf, & knew no other kin 
 
 Vergil, My Lord and Husband. 
 
 Corio. Thefleeyesarenot the fame I worein Rome. 
 - Virg. The fortow that delivers usthus chang’d, 
 Makes you thinkefo, 
 
 Corio. Likeadnil Actor now, I have forgot my parts 
 And Lam out, eventoa full Difgrace. Belt of my Flefh, 
 Forgivemy Tyranny : butdoaot fay , 
 
 For that forgive ovr Romans. Oa kiffe 
 Long as my Exile, {weet as my Revenge! 
 Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kiffe 
 I carried from thee degres and my true Lippe 
 Hath Virgin’d it cre fince. YouGods, I pray, 
 And the soft Noble Mother of the world 
 Leave un {fated : Sinke my kaee ith’ earth; 
 Of thy deepe duty, more impreffion {hew 
 * |, Then that of comunon Sonnes. 
 
 Volum. Ob ftand up bleft! 
 Whil ft with no fofter Cufhionthenthe Flint 
 I kneele before thee, and unproperly 
 | Shew duty as miftaken, all this while, 
 
 et 
 
 Kzueeles 
 
 The Tragedy of Coriolanus. 
 
 | 
 | 
 
 | Difmiffe my Soldiers, or capitulate 
 
 ( You have faid you will notgrant.usany thing : 
 
 | An evident Calamity , though we had 
 
 Betweene the Childe,and Parent. 
 
 Corio. What's this? your knees tome ? 
 To your Corrected Sonne? 
 Then let the Pibbles onthe hungry beach 
 Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes 
 Strike the proud Cedars ’gainft the fiery Sun: 
 Murd’ring Impoilibility ,to make 
 What cannot be, flight worke. 
 
 Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope toframe thee 
 Do you know this Lady ? 
 
 (Corio. The Noble Sifter of Pablicola; 
 The Moone of Rome : Chafte as the lficle 
 That’s curdied by the Froft, from purett Snow, 
 And hangson Dians Temple : Deere Valeria, 
 
 Voluu. Thisisapoore Epitome of yours, 
 Which by th’ interpretation of fulltime, 
 May fhew like al! your felfe. 
 
 Corto. The God of Souldiers : 
 With the confent of {upreame love, informe 
 Thy thoughts with Noblenefle,that thoumayft prove’ | 
 To fhame unvulnerable, and ftrike ith Warres 
 Like a great Sea-marke ftanding every flaw, 
 And faving thofe that eye thee, 
 Volum. Your knee, Sirrah. 
 Corio. That’s my brave Boy. oN. 
 Volum. Even he, your wife, this Ladie, and my felfe, | 
 
 Are Sutors to yous 
 
 Corio. Ibefeech youpeace: 
 Or if yould aske remember this before ; 
 The thing I have for{worne to graunt, may never 
 Be held by youdenials, Donot bid me 
 
 ¢ 
 
 Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not 
 
 Wherein I feeme unnaturall : Defire not t’allay 
 
 My Ragesand Revenges, with your colder reafons- 
 Folum. Oh no more, no more: 
 
 For we have nothing elfe to aske, but that 
 Which youdeny already : yet we willaske, 
 That if you faile in our requeit, the blame 
 May hang vpon your hardneffe, therefore heare us- 
 Cario. Auffidins and you Volces marke, for wee'l 
 Heare nought from Romein private. Your requeft? 
 Volum. Should we be filent & not{peak, our Raiment 
 And {tate of Badies would bewray what life 
 We haveled@fince thy Exile. Thinke withthy felfe, 
 How more unfortunate then living women . % 
 Are wecome hither; fincethat thy fight, which fhould | 
 Make our eies fow with joy,heartsdance with comforts, 
 Conftraines chem weepe, and {hake with feare & forow, 
 Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to fee, 
 The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing 
 His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we 
 Thine enmities moft capitail : Thou basr’it ns 
 Our prayerstothe Gods, which is a comfort 
 That all but weenjoy. For how-can we? 
 Alas! how can we, tor our Country pray? : att 
 Whereto weare bound, together with thy victory#  } 
 Whereto weare bound : Alacke, or we mutt loole 
 The Countrie our deere Nurfe; or elfe thy perfoa 
 Our comfort inthe Country. Wernuft finde 
 
 Our with, which fide fhould win. Foreitherthou 
 Muft asa Forraine Recreant beled 
 
 With Manacles through our ftreets, or elfe 
 Triumphantly treadeon thy Countriesruine, 
 
is 
 
 And beare the Palme, for having bravely {hed 
 Thy Wifeand Childrens blood: For my felfe,Sonne, 
 I purpofe not to waite on Fortune, till 
 Thefe warres determine 3 if I cannot perfwade thee; 
 Rather to fhew a Noble grace to both parts, 
 Then feeke the end ofone ; thou fhalt no fooner 
 March to affault thy Country,then to treade 
 (Truft too’t, thou fhalt not) on thy Mothers wombe 
 That brought theeto this world. 
 Virg. I,and mine, that brought you forth this boy, 
 To keepe your name living to times 
 Boy. A thall not tread on me: ie run away 
 Till Lam bigger, but then Ile fight. 
 Corio. Not of 2 womans tenderneffe to be, 
 Requires nor Childe, nor womans faceto fee: 
 I have fate too long. 
 Volum. Nay,gonot fromus thus : 
 Ifit were fo, that our requeft did tend 
 To fave the Romanes, thereby to deftroy 
 The Volces whom you ferve, you might condemne us 
 Aspoyfonous of your Honour. No, our fuite 
 Is that you reconcilethem : While the Volces 
 May fay, this mercy we have fhew’d ; the‘Romants, 
 This we receiv’d, and each in either fide 
 Give the All-haile tothee, and cry be Bleft 
 For making up this peace. Thou know’ft (great Sonne) 
 The end of Warres uncertaine : but this certaine, 
 That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit 
 Which thou fhalt thereby reape, is fuchaname 
 Whofe repetition will be doge’d with Curfes * 
 Whofe Chronicle thus writ, The man was Noble, 
 But with his lait Attempt, he wip’d 1t out : 
 Deftroy’d his Country, and hisname remaines 
 To th’ infuing Age, abhorr’d. Speake to me Son : 
 Thou hatt affected the five ftraines of Honor, 
 To imntate the graces of the Gods. 
 To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a’th’ Ayre, 
 And yet to change thy Sulphure witha Boulet. 
 That fhould but rive an Oake. Why do’ft not {peake? 
 Think’ ft thou it honourable for a Noble man 
 Stillto remember wrongs ? Daughter, fpeake you : 
 He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy, 
 Perhapsthy childifhnefle will move him more 
 Then can our Reafons- There isno man in the world 
 More bound to’s Mother, yet here he let’s me prate 
 Like one i’ch’ Stockes. Thou haft never in thy life, 
 Shew’d thy deere Mother any curtetie, 
 When fhe (poore Hen) foad of no fecond hood, 
 Ha’scluck’d thee to the Warres , and fafery nome 
 Loden with Honour. Say my Requeft’s unjuft, 
 And fpurne me backe: But, if it be nor fo 
 Thou art not honeft,and the Gods will plague thee 
 That thou reftrain’it from me che Duty, which 
 Toa Mothers part belongs. He turnes away : 
 Down Ladies : let us fhame him with our knees 
 To his fur-name Coriolanus longs more pride 
 Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe : anend, 
 Thisisthelaft. So, we will home to Rome, 
 And dyeamong our Neighbours : Nay, behold’s, 
 This Boy that cannot tell what he would have, 
 Bat kneeles, aud holdsup hands for fellow fhip, 
 Doe’s reafon our Petition with more f{trength 
 Then thon haft to deny’t. Come, letus go: 
 This Fe!low had a Volcean to his Mother : 
 His Wife is in Coriolus ,and his Childe 
 Like him by chance s yet give us our difpatch : 
 
 The Tragedy of (oriolanus. 
 
 3? 
 
 Tam hufht untill our City beafire,& then Hefpeak alittle 
 Holds her by the band (ileut. 
 Corto. O Mother, Mother ! 
 What have you done ? Behold, the Heavens do ope, 
 The Gods looke downe, and this unuaturall Scene 
 They langhat. Ob my Mother, Mother :Oh! 
 You have wonne ahappy Victory to Rome. 
 But for your Sonne, beleeve it; Oh beleeve it, 
 Moft dongeroufly you have with him prevaild, 
 If vot moft mortallto him. Butlet it come : 
 e-uffidiws, though I cannot make true Warres, 
 lle frame convenient peace. Now good Auffidsns, 
 Were you in my fteed, would you have heard 
 A mother leffe? or granted lefle Auffidins ? 
 Axnf, Twas mou'd withall. 
 Corts. I dare be {worne you were ; 
 And fir, it is no Little thing to make 
 Mine eyes tofweat compaifion. But (good fir) 
 ‘W hat peace you’| make, advife me: For my part, 
 Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you 
 Stand to me in this canfe. O Mother ! Wife ! 
 
 Auf. 1am glad thou haft fet thy mercy, & thy Honor 
 At difference in thee : Oat of that Ile worke 
 My felfe a former Fortune. 
 
 Cori. by and by ; But we will drinke together ; 
 And you fhallbeare 
 A better witneffe backe then words,which we 
 On like conditions, will haue counter-feal’d. 
 
 Come enter with us ; Ladies you deferve 
 
 To havea Temple built yon: All the Swords 
 
 In Italy, and her Confederate Armes 
 
 Could not have made this peace- Exewnt. 
 Enter Menenius and Sicintus. ({tone ? 
 
 CMene. See you yon’d Coina’th Capitol, yon'd corner 
 
 Sici. Why what of that? 
 
 Mene. If it be poffible for you to difplace it with your 
 little finger, there is fome hope the Ladies of Rome,e{pe- 
 cially his Mother,may prevaile with him. But I fay there 
 isno hope in’t, our throats are fentenc’d, and {tay upon 
 execution, 
 
 Sicia. Is’t poflible, that fo fhort atime can alter the 
 condition of a man. 
 
 Mene. There is difference between a Grub &a But- 
 terfly, yet your Butterfly wasa Grub : this (Martius , is 
 growne from Man to Dragon : He has wings, hee’s more 
 then a creeping thing, 
 
 Sicim, He lov’d his Mother deerely- 
 
 Mene. So didhe me: and he noimore remembers his 
 Mother now, then aneight yeare old horfe, The tartnefle 
 of his face ,fowres ripe Grapes. W hen he waiks,he moves 
 like an Engine, and the ground fhrinkes before his Trea- 
 ding. Heisable to pierce a Corflet with his eye: Talkes 
 like aknell, and his hum isa Battery. He fits in his State 
 asa thing made for Alexander, What he bids be done, is 
 finifht with his bidding, He wants nothing of a God but 
 Eternitie, anda Heaven to Throne in. 
 
 Sicin. Yes, mercy, if youreporthimtruly. =, 
 
 Mene. {paint him in the Character. Mark what mer- 
 cy his Mother thall bring from him: There is no mote 
 mercy in him, thenthereis milke ina male-Tyger , that 
 {hall our poore City finde : and all this is long of you. 
 
 Sicin. The Gods be goed unto us. 
 
 (Mene. No, infucha cafe the Gods will not be good 
 unto us. When we banifh’d him,we refpected narthem: 
 and he returning to breake our necks,they refpect not use 
 
 Enter a Mefenger. 
 
 _ 
 
 Mef. 
 
 AONE AC OC ORT A 
 
CMef. Sir, ifyou'ld fave your life flye to yout Houfe, 
 The Plebeians have got your Fellow Tribune; 
 And hale him up and downe; allfwearing, if 
 The Romane Ladies bring not comfortyhome, 
 They’l give him. death by Inches. 
 Enter another Meffenger- 
 Sicin, What’sthe Newes ? ; (prevayl'd, 
 
 (Mef. Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies have 
 The Volciansare diflodg’d, and AZartsxs gone : 
 
 A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, 
 No, not th’ expulfion of the Tarquins. 
 
 Sicin. Friend, art thou certaine this 1s true ? 
 Ist moft certaine. 
 
 CMe, Asceitaineas 1 know the Sun is fire: 
 Where have you lurk’d that you make doubt ofits 
 Ne’re thronghan Arch fo hurried the biowne Tide 
 As the recomforted through th’ gates. Why harke you? 
 
 Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beate, altogether. 
 The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Pfalteries: and Fifes, 
 Tabors, and Symboles, and the fhowting Romans, 
 Make theSunnedance. Hearkeyon,  e4 heut within 
 
 Meue. This is good Newes: 
 I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumna, 
 Is worth of Confuls, Senators, Patricians, 
 A City full: Of Tribunes fuchas'you, 
 ‘A Sea and Land full : you have pray’d well today : 
 This Morning, for ten thoufand of your throates, 
 I’'de not have givena doit. Harke, how they joy- 
 Sound Still with the Shouts. 
 
 Sicin. Firft, the Gods bleffe you for your tydings: 
 Next, accept my thankefulnefle. 
 
 Mef. Sir,we have all great caufe to give great thanks. 
 
 Sicin, They are neere the City. 
 
 Atef. Almoft at point to enter. 
 
 gicin. Wee'lmect them, andhelpe the joy. &seunt. 
 
 Exter two Senators, with Ladies, pafjing over 
 the Stage, with orher Lords. 
 
 Sena.Bebold our Patronneffe, the life of Rome: 
 Call all your Tri bes together, praife the Gods, 
 And make triumphant fires,ftrow Flowers before them: 
 Vnfhoot the noife that banifh’d (Martins 
 Repeale him, with the welcome of his Mother : 
 Cry welcome Ladies, welcome. 
 Al. Welcome Ladies, welcome. Excunt. 
 A Flourish with Drumimes & Trampets. 
 
 Enter Tullius A uffidins, with Attendants. 
 Axf. Gorell the Lordsa’th’ City, 1am heere: 
 Deliverthem this Paper: having read it, 
 Bid them repaireto th’ Market place, where I 
 Even intheirs, and in the Commons eares 
 Will vouch thetruthofit. Him I accufe; 
 The City Ports by this hath enter’d, and 
 Intends t'appeare before the People, hoping 
 To purge himfelfe with words. Difpatch. 
 Enter 3 or 4 Cor[pirators of Auffidins Fattion. 
 
 Moft Welcome. 
 
 1.(on, How isit with our Generall? 
 
 Axf. Evenfo, as with amanby his ewne Almesim- 
 poyfon’d, and with his Charity flaine. 
 
 2.(0n. Mott Noble Sir,If you do hold the fame intent 
 Wherein you wifhtus parties: Wee'ldeliver you 
 Of your great danger. 
 
 Auf. Sir, I cannot tell, 
 
 T he Tragedy of Cortolanus. 
 
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 We mutt proceed as we do finde the People. 
 3.Con. The people will remaine uncertaine, whilft 
 ’Twixt you there’s difference: but the fall of either 
 Makes the Survivor heyre of all. 
 Auf. I know it: 
 And my pretext to firike at him, admits 
 A good conftruction, Irais’d him, and I pawnd 
 Mine Honor for his truth : who being fo heigttten‘d, 
 He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flatterie, 
 Seducing fo my F riends : and tothis end, 
 He bowd his Nature, never knowne before, 
 But to be rough, unfwayable, and frees 
 3. Confp, Sir, his {toutnefle 
 When he did ftand for Confull, which he loft 
 By lacke of ftooping, 
 e4uf. That £ would have fpoke of : 
 Being banifh’d for’t,he came unto my Harth, 
 Prefented to my knife his Throat : I tooke him, 
 Made him joynt-fervant with me: Gave him way 
 Inall bis owne defires: Nay, let him choofe 
 Out of my Files, hisprojects, toaccomplith 
 My bettand frefheit men, fervd his dtignements 
 In mine owne perfon: hope toreape the Fame 
 Which he did end all his ; and tooke fome pride 
 Todo my felfe this wrong ; Tillat the laft 
 I feem’d his Follower, nor Partner; and 
 He wadg'd me with his Countenance,as if 
 I had bin Mercenary. 
 1.Con. So he did my Lord: 
 The Army marveyled at it, andinthe laft, 
 When he had carried Rome, and that we look’d 
 For no leffe Spoile, then Glory. 
 euf, There wasit : : 
 For which my finewes hall be ftretchtupon him, 
 At afew drops of Womens rhewme, which are: 
 As cheapeas Lies ; he fold the Blood and Labour 
 Of our great Action ; therefore fhall he dye, 
 And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke, 
 Drummes and Trumpets founds, with great 
 lhowts of the people. 
 1.Com. Your Native Towne you enter’d like aPotte, 
 And had no welcomes home, but he retarnes 
 Splitting the Ayre with noyte, 
 2.(on. And patient Fooles, 
 Whofe chiidren he hath flaine, their bafe throats teare 
 With giving him glorie. 
 3-Con. Therefore at your vantage, 
 Ere he expreffe himfelfe, or move the people 
 With what he would fay, let him feele your Sword: 
 Which he willfecond, when he liesalong 
 After your way. His Tale pronounc’d, fhall bury 
 His Reafons, with his Body. 
 e4uf. Say nomore. Heere come the Lords, 
 Enter the Lords of the ( sty. 
 Al Lords, Yon are moft welcome home. 
 e4uf. I have not deferv’d it. 
 But worthy Lords, have youwith heede peruted 
 What I have written to you? 
 All. We have. 
 1.Lord. And greeve to heare’t : 
 What faults he made before the laft, Ithinke 
 Might have found eafie Fines ; But there toen 
 Where he was to begin, and give away 
 The benefit of our Levies,anfwering us . 
 With our owne charge : making a Treatie,where 
 There was yeelding ; thisadmits no excufe. 
 
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 e4uf. He approaches, you fhallheare him. 
 
 Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme. and Colours. The 
 
 Commoners being with him. 
 Corio. Haile Lords, Lam return’d,your Souldier : 
 No more infected with my countries love 
 
 - Then when I parted hence : bur fill fubfifting 
 
 Vnder your great Command.. You areto knows 
 
 That profperoufly I have attempted, and 
 
 With bloody paflage led your Warres, even to 
 
 The gatesof Rome: Our fpoiles we have brought home 
 Doth more then counterpoize a full third part 
 
 Thee charges of the AGtion. We have made peace 
 
 With no leffe Honour to the Anriates 
 
 Then fhametoth’ Romaines. And we heare deliver 
 
 | Subferib’d by’th’Confuis, and Patricians, 
 
 Together with the Scale a’th Senat, what 
 We have compounded on. 
 
 Auf. Read it not Noble Lords, 
 
 But tell the Traitor in the higheft degree 
 He bath abus’d your Powers. 
 
 Corio. Traitor ? How now? 
 
 Auf. I Traitor, Ad<artiva, 
 
 Corio, Martins? 
 
 Auf. I Martius, Cains Martius : Do'tthou thinke 
 He grace thee with that Robbery, thy ftolne name - 
 Coriolanus in Corsolus? 
 
 You Lords and Heads a’th’ State, perfidioufly 
 He ha’s betray’d your bufinefle, and givenup 
 
 _ Forcertaine drops of Salt, your City Rome ¢ 
 
 T fay your City to his Wife and Mother, 
 Breaking his Oath and Refolution, like 
 
 A twilt of rotten Silke, never admitting 
 Counfaile a’th’ warre : But at his Nurfes teares 
 He whin’d and roar’d away your Victorie, 
 That Pages blufh’d at him, and men of heart 
 Look’d wond’ring each at others, 
 
 Corio. Hear*it thou Mars ? 
 
 Anf, Name not the God, thou boy of Teares. 
 
 Corio. Ha? 
 
 Anfid. No more. 
 
 Corto. Meafureleffe Lyar thou haft made my heart 
 Too great for what containes it. Poy? Ob Slave, 
 Pardon me Lords, tis the firft trmethat ever 
 I was fore’d to {coui’d.Y our judgements my grave Lords 
 ‘Mut give this Curre the Lye ; and his owne Notion, 
 Who weares my ftripes impreft upon him, that 
 Mutt beare my beating to his Grave, fhall joyne 
 Tothrnit the Lye unto him. 
 
 1 Lord, Peace both,and heare me {peake. 
 
 Corio. Cut me too peeces Volces men and Lads, 
 Staine all your edges on me. Boy, falfeHound : 
 Ifyou have writ your Annales true, “tis there, 
 
 - That like an Eagle in a Dove-coat, f 
 
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 Flatter’d your Volciansin Corsolus. 
 Alone I did it, Boy ! 
 
 Auf. Why Noble Lords, 
 
 Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune, 
 Which was your fhame, by this unholy Braggart ? 
 Fore your ownecyes; and cares ? 
 
 ei Conf. Let him dye for’r. 
 
 All People. Teave him to peeces, do it prefently : 
 Rekill’d my Sonne, my daughter, he kill’d my Cofine 
 Marcus, he kill’d my Father. 
 
 2 Lord. P cace hoe : no outrage, peace : 
 
 The man is Noble, and his Fame folds in 
 This Orbe o’ch’ earth: _ His laftoffences to us 
 Shali have fudicious hearing. Stand Auffidius, 
 And trouble not the peace. 
 
 Corto. O that 1 had him,with (ix daffidinffes,or more: 
 
 His Tribe to ufe my lawfull Sword. 
 Auf. Infolent V ulaine. 
 Ak Conf. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. 
 Draw bath the ( onfpirators, and kils Martins, who 
 falles, Auffidnes Stands on bim. 
 Lords. Hold, hold, held, hold. 
 e4uf. My Noble Matters, heare me {peake. 
 1.Lord. O Tullus. 
 2.Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat 
 Valour will weepe. 
 3.Lord. Tread notupon him Matters; all be quiet, 
 Put up your Swords. 
 Arf, My Lords. 
 When you fhall know (as inthis Rage 
 Provok’dby him, you cannot) the great danger 
 Which this mans life did owe you, you’l rejoyce 
 That he is thus cut off. Pleafe it your Honours 
 To callme to your Senate, Ile deliver 
 My felfe your loyall Servant, or endure 
 Your heavieft Cenfure. 
 1.Lord. Beare from hence his body, 
 And mourne you for him. Let him’be regarded 
 As the moft Noble Coarfe, tharever Herald 
 Did followto his Vine. * 
 2.Lord, His owne impatience, 
 Takes from Avffidius a great part of blame : 
 Let's make the Belt of it. 
 
 Anf My Rage is gone , 
 And Iam ttrucke withforrow. Take himup : 
 Helpe three a’th’ chiefelt Sonidiers;” Tle be one. 
 Beate thou the Drumime that it {péake moarnfully : 
 Traile your fteele Pikes. Though in this City hee 
 Hath widdowed and unchi!ded many a one,’ 
 Which tothis houre bewaile the injury. 
 Yet hee fhall have a Noble memory. Affitt. 
 
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 Enter the Tribunes asd Senators aloft. eAnd then exter 
 Saturninus and bis Followers at one doore, and 
 Baffianus and his Followers at the other, 
 with Drum e Colours. 
 
 Satnrninus. 
 se Oble Patricians, Patrons of my right, 
 Defend the jaftice of my Canfe with Armcse 
 And Country-men, my loving Followers, 
 . Pleade my Succeffive Title with your Swords. 
 I was the firft borne Sonne, that was the laft 
 That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome : 
 Then let my. Fathers Honours live inme, 
 Nor wrong mine Age with this indignities 
 Baffianus. Romaines, Friends, Followers, . - 
 Favovrers of my Rights 
 If ever Baffianus, (efars Sonne, . 
 Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome, 
 Keepe then this paflage to the Capitoll s 
 And fufter not Difhonour to approach 
 Th’ Imperial Seate to Vertue : confecrate 
 To Iuftice, Continence, and Nobility 
 But let Defert in pure Election thine ; : 
 And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice. 
 
 Enter Marcns Andronicus aloft with the Crowne. 
 
 Princes, that ftrive by Fa‘tions, and my Friends, 
 Ambitionfly for Rule and Emperie : 
 Know, that the people,of Rome for whom we ftand 
 Afpeciall Party, have by Common voyce 
 
 In Election for the Romane Emperie, 
 
 Chofen Andronicus, Sur-named Pins, 
 
 For many good and great defertsto Rome. 
 
 A Nobler man, a braver Warriour, ; 
 
 Lives not thisciay within the City Walles. 
 
 He by the Senate is accited home 
 
 From weary Warresagrinit the barbarous Gothes, 
 That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes) 
 
 Hath yoak'da Nation ftreng, traind up in Armes. 
 _ Ten yeares are {pent, fince firft he undertooke 
 This Caufe of Rome, and chatticed with armes 
 Our Enemies pride. Five times he hath return’d 
 Bleeding to Rome, beating his Valiant Sonnes 
 
 lu Coffins from the Field. 
 
 And now at laft, laden with Honours Spoyles, 
 Returnes the goad Andronicas to Rome, 
 
 | Renowned Tsues, flourifhing in Armes. 
 
 Let us intreat, by Honour of his Name 
 Whom (worthily) yon would have now fucceede, 
 And in the Capitol! and Senates right, 
 Whom you pretend to honor and adore, 
 That you withdraw you,and abate your Strength, 
 Difmiffe your Followers, and as Suiters fhould, 
 Pleade your Deferts in Peace and Humblenefle. 
 
 Saturnine, How fayre the T ribune {peakes, 
 To calme my thoughts. 
 
 Baffia, Marcus Andronicus fo 1 do aitie 
 Inthy uprightneffe and Integrity : 
 And fe J Love and honor thee, and thine, 
 Thy Noble Brother 7##s, and hisSonnes, 
 And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbledall) 
 Gracious Lavinia,Romes rich Ornament, 
 That I will heere difmifle my loving Friends : 
 And to my Fortunes,and the Peoples Favour, 
 Comimit my Caufe in ballance to be weigh’d, 
 
 Ex. Sonldierse 
 
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 Satnrnine. Friends, that have beene 
 Thus forward in my Right, 
 Ithanke youall, and heere Difmiffe you all, 
 And tothe Love and Favour of my Countrey, 
 Commit my Selfe, my Perfon, and the Canfe: 
 Rome, be as juft and gracious nnto. me, 
 As Lam confident and kinde to thee. 
 Open the Gates, and let me in. c 
 Bafia, Tribunes, and me, a poore Competitor. 
 They goup into the Sanat houfts 
 
 Enter a Captaine. : 
 Cap. Romanes make way:: thé good Andronicns, 
 Patron of Vertue, Romes beft Champion, 
 Succeffefull in the Battailesthat he fights, 
 With Honour and with Fortune is return’d, 
 | From whence he circumf{cribed with his Sword, 
 é And brought to yokethe Enemies of Rome. 
 
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 Sound Drummes and Trumpets. And then enter two of Tivws 
 | Sonnes ; After them , twomen bearing a Coffin covert 
 with blacke then two other Sonnes. aAfter them , Tim a 
 
 » Andronicus, andthen Tamora the Queene of Gothes , 
 her two Sonres Chiron and Demetrim, with Aaron the | 
 Mooore, andothers, as many as canbee: They fet dovene 
 
 the Coffin, and Titus Seakes, 
 
 eAndrenicus, Haile Rome : 
 Victoriousin thy Mourning Weedes : 
 
Loe asthe Barké that’ hath difchare’d his fraught, 
 Returnes with préciouslading to the Bay, 
 
 From whence at firft fhe weigh’d her Anchorage: 
 Commeth e4xdrovicia bound with Lawrell bowes; 
 Torefalute his Country with his teares, 
 
 Teatés of true joy for hisreturne to Rome, 
 
 Thou great défender of this Capitol, 
 
 Stand graciousto the Rites that wé intend, 
 Romaines,of five and twenty Valiatit Sonnes, 
 
 Halfe of the number that King Prizm had, 
 Behold the poore retiaiiies alive and dead! 
 Thefe'that Surviue,let Rome reward with Love: 
 
 E Thefe that I bring unto their lateft home, 
 
 With buriall among tt their Aunceftors. 
 
 Heere Gothes have given me leave to fheath my Sword: 
 Titus unkinde,and ¢areleffe of thine owne, 
 
 Why fuffer’ftthou thy Sorines unburied yet, 
 
 To hover onthe dreadfull fhore of Stix? 
 
 Make way to lay them by their Bretheren. 
 
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 They open the Tombe. 
 There greete in filence asthe dead are wont, 
 And fleepe in peace, flaine in your Cotintri¢s watres: 
 O factet receptacle of my joyes, 
 Sweet Cell of vertue and Nobility, 
 How miatiy Sonnes of mifie hait thou in ftore, 
 That thou wilt never render tome more? 
 Luc. Give usthe proudeft prifoner of the Gothes, 
 That we may hew his timbes,and ona pile 
 04d manus fratrum factifice his flefh: 
 Before this earthly prifon of their bones; 
 That fo the fhadowes be not unappeas‘d, 
 Nor we difturb’d with prodigies on earth. 
 Tit. 1 give him you,the Nobleit that. Surviues, 
 The eldeft Son of this diftreffed Queene. 
 Tam. Stay Romaine Bretheren,gracious Conqueror; 
 Victorious Titas,true the teares | fhed, 
 _A Mothers teares in paifion for her fone: 
 And if thy Sonties wereever deere to thee, 
 Oh thinke my fonnesto be as deete to mee. 
 Suifiéeth not that weare brought to Rome 
 To beatitifie thy Triumphs,and retutne 
 Captivéto théejand to thy Romaine yoake, 
 But mutt niy Sonnes be flaughtred in the ftreetes, | 
 For Valiatit doinggin their Countries caufe? 
 | O11 to fight for King and Common-weale, 
 Were picty in chirie,it is in thefe: 
 Andronicus, aire hot thy Tombe with-bloods 
 Wilt thou draw-neere thé nature of the Gods? 
 Draw neere them then in being mercifull, 
 Sweet thercy is Nobilitiés true badge, 
 | Thrice Noble Tir#s,fpare my firft borné fonne, 
 Tit.Patient your felfe Madam, and pardon me. 
 Thefeare the Brethren, whom you Gothes behold 
 Alive and deadjand for theit Bretheren flaine, 
 » Religionfly they aske afacrifice; 
 To this your fonne is marktjand die'te' mutt, 
 T’appeafetheir groanitig fhadowes tliat are gone. 
 Luc. Away with hi,acd make afiredttraight, 
 And with our Swords upon 4 pile of wood, 
 Let’s hew his limbes till they be cleane confam'd.: 
 
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 We: Exit § sities with Alarbas. 
 Tam. O eftiell itreligious piety. 
 Chi. Was ever Scythia halfe fo barbarous? 
 Dem. Oppofe tiie Scythia to ambitions Rorrie, 
 
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 Andronicus. 
 
 Alarbus coe té reftjand we furvive, 
 
 To tremble under Titws thteatning lookes, 
 
 Then Madam ftand refolv’d,bat hope withall 
 
 The {elfe fame Gods that arm’d the Queene of Troy 
 With opportiinity of fharpe revenge 
 Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent, 
 
 May favour Tamora the Qutene of Gothes, 
 
 (When Gothes wére Gothes,and Tamora was Queene ) 
 To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes* 
 
 Enter the Sonnes of Andvonicus Ag dine. 
 
 Lac. See Lord and Fathier how we have per formi*d 
 Our Romaine rites, Alarbus limbs are opt, 
 And intrals feede the facrifizing fire, 
 Whofeimoke like in cenfe doth pei fume the skie. 
 Remainethnought butto interre our Brethren, 
 And with low’d Lartiims welcome them to Rome, 
 Tit. Levit befo,and let Andronicus 
 Make this his lateft farewell to their foules. 
 
 Then Sound Trumpets analay the Coffus inthe Tombe. 
 In peace and Honour reft you heere my Sonnes, 
 Romes readieft Champions,repofe you heere in reft, 
 Secure from worldly chances and mifhaps: 
 
 Heere lurksno Treéafon,heere no enviefwels, 
 Heere grow no daained grudges, heere no {tormes; 
 No noife,but filence and Erérnall fleepe, 
 
 In peace and Honour reft you heere my Sonnes, 
 
 Enter: Lavinia. 
 
 Lav. In peace and Honour, live Lord Titus long, 
 My Noble Lord and Father;livein Fame: 
 Loe at this Tomb my tribtitary teares, 
 l'render for my Bretherens Obfecuies: 
 And at thy feete 1 kneele,with teares.of joy 
 Shed on the earth for chy returne to Rome. 
 O blefle me heere withtky victorions hand; 
 Whofe Fortune Romes bett Citizeris applau’ds 
 T#t. Kind Rome, é 
 That haft thus lovingly referv’d 
 The Cordiall-of mine age to glad my hart, 
 Lavinia live,out-live thy Fathers dayés: 
 And Fames eternall dare for verties praife. 
 Mar, Long live Lord Tit#s,my beloved brother, 
 Gracious Triimpher in the eyes of Rome. 
 Tit. Thankes Gentle Tribune; 
 Noble brother (Marcus. 
 Mar. And welcome.Nephews from ficcesfull wars, 
 You that furvine and you that fleepe ti Fame: 
 Faire Lords your Forties areallattke ity all, 
 That in your Countries fervice diéw your Swords. 
 But fafer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe, 
 That hath afpir’d to Sodons'Happines, ~~ 
 And Triumphs over chavace in honours bed. 
 Titus -Andronicus the people of Rome; 
 Whofe friend in jufticéthoit haft ever bene, 
 Send thee by mné theit Tribpne and their truft; 
 This Palliament of white and fpotlefe Hue, 
 And name thee in Election for the Empire, 
 With thefé our late deceafed Emperours Sonnes: 
 Be Candsdatus then,and put it on, 
 And helpe to'fet a head on headleffe Rome. 
 Tit, A better head her Glorious bod} fits, 
 Then his that fhakes forage iP cece 
 
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 What fhould I d’on this Robe and trouble yous 
 
 Be chofen with proclamationsto day, 
 
 To morrow yeeld up rule, refigse my life, 
 
 And fetabroad new bufinefle for youall- 
 
 Rome! have bene thy Souldier forty yeares, 
 
 And led my Countries ftrength fuccefiefully, 
 
 And buried one,and twenty ValiantSonnes, 
 
 Knighted in Field, flaine manfully in Armes, 
 
 In right and Service of their Noble Country: 
 
 Give me a ftaffe of Honour for mine age, 
 
 But not a Scepter to controule the world, 
 
 Vpright he held it Lords,that held it laft. 
 «Mer. Titus, thou fhalt obtaine and aske the Empiry« 
 Sat. Proud andambitious Tribune can’ft thoutell? 
 Titus.Patience Prince Saturninus. 
 
 Sat. Romaines do me right. 
 
 Patricians draw your Swords,and fheath them not 
 
 Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour: 
 
 Andvonscus would thou wert fhipt to hell, 
 
 Rather then rob me of the peoples hearts. 
 
 Lue. Proud Saturnine,interrupter of the g00 
 
 That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee. 
 
 Tit. Content thee Prince, will reftoreto thee 
 
 The peoples hearts,and weane them from themfelves. 
 Bas. Andronicus,1 do not flatter thee 
 
 But Honour thee,and willdoetill die: 
 
 My Faction if thou ftrengthen with thy Friend? 
 
 L will moft thankefull be, and thankes to men 
 
 Of Noble mindes,is Honourable Meede. 
 
 Tit. People of Rome,and Noble Tribunes heere, 
 
 Taske your voices and your Suffrages, 
 
 Will you beftew them friendly on Andronicus? 
 Tribu. To gratifie the good Andronicus, 
 
 And Gratulate his fafe returne to Rome, 
 
 The people will accept whom he admits. 
 Tit. Tribunes I thanke you,andthis fure I make, 
 
 That you Create your Emperours eldeft fonne, 
 
 Lord Saturnine, whofe Vertues willl hope, 
 
 Reflect on Romeas Tytans Rayeson carth, 
 
 And ripen Inftice in this Common-weale: 
 
 Then if you will elect by my advife, 
 
 Crowne him,and fay:Longlive our Emperoure 
 Mar. An. With Voices and applaufe of every tort, 
 
 Patricians and Plebieans we Create 
 
 Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperoure 
 
 And fay,Leng ive our Emperour Saturnine. 
 
 eA long Flourifh t:il they come downxe. 
 Sat. Titus »Andronicus,forthy Favours done, 
 
 To us in our Election this day, 
 
 Igive thee thankesin part of thy Deferts, 
 
 And will withDeeds requite thy gentleneffe: 
 
 And for an Onfet T###s to advance 
 
 Thy Name,and Honourable Family, 
 
 Lavinia will I makemy Emprefle, 
 
 Romes Royall Miftris, Miftris of my heart 
 
 And inthe Sacred Panthaon her efpoufe: 
 
 Tell me ¢ndronicus doth this motion pleafethec?: 
 Tit, It doth my worthy Lord,and in thismatch, 
 
 I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace, 
 
 And heere in fight of Rome,to Saturnine, 
 
 King and Commander of our Common-weale, 
 
 The Wide-worlds Emperous,do I Confecrate, 
 
 My Sword,my Chariot,and my Prifoners, 
 
 Prefen:s well Worthy Romes Imperiall Lord: 
 
 Receive themthen,the Tribute thatlowe, 
 
 Mine Honours Enfignes humbled at my feetes 
 
 T he Tragedy of Titus eA nd ronicus. 
 
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 Sat. Thankes Noble Titus,Father of my life, 
 How proud J am of thee,and of thy gifts 
 Rome fhall record,and when I do forget 
 The leaft of thefe unfpeakable Defests, 
 Romans forget your Fealty tome. 
 
 Tit. Now Madame are you prifoner toan Emperour, 
 
 To him that for your Honour and your State, 
 Willufe you Nobly and your followers. 
 
 Sat. A goodly Lady,truft me of the Hue 
 That I would choofe,were I to chuofea new: 
 Cleere up Faire Queene that cloudy countenance, 
 Though chance of warre 
 Hath wrought this change of cheere, 
 
 Thou com’ft not to be madea fcorne in Rome: 
 Princely fhall bethy ufage every way 
 
 Reft on my word,and let not difcontent 
 
 Daunt all your hopes:Madam he comforts you, 
 
 Can you make you Greater thenthe Queene of Gothes? 
 
 | Lavinia you are not difplcas’d with this? 
 
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 Lan. Not I my Lord, fith true Nobility, 
 Warrants thee words in Princely curtefie. 
 Sat. Thankesf{weete Lavania,Romans let us goe: 
 Ranfomleffe heere we fet our Prifoners free, 
 
 Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum, 
 Bas. Lord Titus by your leave,this Maid is mine. 
 
 Tit. How fir? Are you in earneft then my Lord? 
 Bafs. 1 Noble Titas,and refolu’d withall, 
 To doe my felfe this reafon,and this right. 
 Mare. Suumcuique,is our Romane Iuftice, 
 This Prince in Inftice ceazeth but his owne- 
 Luc. And that he will and fhall,if Lacinslive. 
 
 Treafon my Lord,Laviniais {urpris d. 
 Sat. Surpris’d,by whom? 
 Bafs. By him that juftly may 
 Beare his Betroth’d,from all the world away 
 (Mut, Brothers helpe to. convey her hence away, 
 And with my Sword Ile keepe thisdoore fafe. 
 Tit. Follow my Lord,and Ie foone 
 Mut. My Lord you pafle not heeres 
 Tit. W hat villaine Boy ,bar’{t me my way. 
 Aut. Helpe Lucins helpe. 
 Luc. My Lord you are unju(t,and more then fo, 
 In wrongful quarrell,you have flaine your fons 
 Tit. Nor thou,nor he are any fonnes of mines 
 My fonnes would never fo difhonour me- 
 Traitor reftore Lavinia to the Emperour. 
 Luc.Dead if you will,but not to be his wife, 
 
 That is anothers lawfull promis’d Love. 
 
 | That faid’ft,I beg’d the Empire at thy hands. 
 
 Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two 
 fonnes and Aaron thet Moore. 
 
 Emp. No Titus,no,the Emperonr needs hernot, 
 Nor her,nor thee,norany of thy ftocke: 
 He truft by Leifure him that mocks me onces 
 Thee never:nor thy Trayterous haughty fonness 
 Confederates all,thus to difhonour me. 
 Was there none els in Rome to make a ftaleof 
 But Satarnine? Full well Andronicus f 
 Agrce thee Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine, 
 
 Tit. O monftrous, what reproachfull word 
 
 bring her backe. 
 
 in Rome? ° 
 He kils him. 
 
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 Tit. Traytors avant, where isthe Emperours Gua 
 
 sare thele? 
 
 Sat. But goe thy wayes,goe give that changing perce, 
 
 To him that flourifht for her with his Sword: 
 A Valiant fonne in-law thou fhalt enjoy: 
 One, fit to bandy with thy lawlefle Sonnes, 
 
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 Toruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome: 
 Tét. Thefe words are Razors to my wounded heart. 
 sat. And therefore lovely Tamora Queene of Gothes, 
 That like the ftately Phabe mong’ft her Nimphs 
 Dott over-fhine the Gallant’ft Dames of Rome, 
 If thou be pleas’d with this my fodaine choife, 
 Behold I choofe thee Tamora for my Bride, 
 And will Create thee Emprefie of Rome. 
 Speake Queene of Goths doft thou applaud my choife? 
 And heere I {weare by all the Romaine Gods, 
 Sith Prieft and Holy-watcr are fo neere, 
 And Tapers burne fo bright, and every thing 
 Inreadinefle for Hywseneus {tand, 
 I wiilnot 1efalute the ftreets ofRome, 
 Orclimbe my Pallace,till trom forth this place, 
 Ileade efpous’d my Bride along with me, 
 Tam. And heere in fight of heavento Rome! {weare, 
 if Saturnine advance the Queene of Gothes, 
 She willa Hand-maid be to his defires, 
 A loving Nurfe,a Mother to his youth. 
 Sat. Afcend Faire Queene, 
 Panthean Lords, accompany 
 Your Noble Emperour and his lovely Bride, 
 Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, 
 Whote wifedome hath her Fortune Conquered, 
 There fhall we Con{ummate our Spoufall rites. 
 Exeunt omnes, 
 Tit. | am not bid to waite upon this Bride: 
 Titws when wer’t thou wont to walke alone, 
 Difhonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs? 
 
 Exter Marcus and Titus Sonnes. 
 
 Mar, O Titus fee | O fee what thou haft done! 
 Ina bad quarreil,flaine a Vertuous fonne. 
 
 Tit. No foolith Tribune,no: No fonne of mine, 
 
 Nor thou,nor thefe Confederates in the deed, 
 That hath difhonoured all oar Family, 
 Vawortby brother,and unworthy Sonnes. 
 
 Lac. dut letus give him buriall as becomes: 
 Give Murias buriall with cur Bretheren. 
 
 Tit. Traitors away,he reft’s not inthis Tombes 
 This Monument five hanreth yeares hath ftood, 
 Which I have Sumptuonfly re-edified: 
 
 Heere none but Souidiers,and Romes Servitors, 
 
 Repofe in Fame;Nowe bafely flainein brauless 
 
 Bury him where you can,he comes not heere. 
 Mar. My Lord thisis impiety in you, 
 
 My Nephew A4atias deeds do plead for him, 
 
 He muit be buried. with his bretheren- 
 
 Titus two Sonnes [peakess 
 
 And fhall,or him we willaccompany- 
 
 Ti. And fhali{W hat viliaine was it {fpake that word? 
 
 q ius fonne {peakes. 
 
 He that would vouch’d it in any place but heeres 
 Tit, W bat would you bury hia in may detpight? 
 CUar. No Noble Zitus burintreat of thee, 
 
 To pardon (Mativs,andto bury him. 
 
 Tit, Mercus,Even thou bait ftroke upon my Creft; 
 And with thefe Boyes mine Honour. thou haftwounded, 
 My foes I doe repute you every ones 
 So trouble me no more ,but get you gone. 
 
 I. Son-He is not himtelfe.letus withdraws ° 
 
 2. Sou Not I tell A7arsusbones: beburied. 
 
 The Brother and the fonies kneele. 
 Mar Brother ;for intharname doth nature pleads 
 
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 2.Son. Father,and in thatname doth nature fpeake. 
 7#. Speakethou no more ifall the reft will fpeede, 
 (Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my foule. 
 Luc. Deare Father,foule and fubftance of us alle 
 Mar. Suffer thy brother A4arcus to interrg 
 His Noble Nephew heere in vertuesneft, 
 That died inHonour and Lavamiu's caufe. 
 Thou art a Romaine,be nét barbarous: 
 The Greekes upon advife did bury Aiax 
 That flew himfelfe: And Laertes fonne, 
 Did gracioufly plead for his Funerals: 
 Let not young A4utizs then that was thy joy, 
 | Bebar’d his entrance heere. 
 | Tit. Rife Marcus,rife, 
 | The difmall’{t day is this that ere I faw, 
 | Tobedithonored by my Sonnes in Rome: 
 Weill,bury him,and bury me the next. 
 They put him in the Tombe. 
 Lu. There lie thy bones {weet AZwtins with thy 
 Till we with Tropheesdoadorne thy Tombe. (friends 
 They all kneele and ay. 
 Noman thed teares for Noble AZutins, 
 He livesin Fame,that di’din vertues caufe. Exit. 
 Mar. My Lord to ftep ont of thefe fudden dumps, 
 How comes it that the {ubtile Queene of Gothes, 
 Is of a fodaine thus advanc’d in Rome? * 
 Ti. T know not Marcus : but I know it is, 
 (Whether by devifé or no)che heavens can tell, 
 Is fhe notthen beholding to the man, 
 | That brought her for this high good turnedo farre? 
 | Yes,and will Nobly him remunerate- 
 
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 Enter the Emperor, T amora,and ber two fons,with the Adoore 
 atone doors, Exter at the other doore Bafsianus and 
 Lavinia with others. 
 Sat. So Baffianas,you have plaid-your prize, 
 God give you joy fir of your Gallant Bride. 
 Sa. And you of yours my Lord:/ fayno more, 
 Nor with ne lefl¢,and {fo I take my leave. 
 Sat. Traitor,if Rome have law,or we have power, 
 Thou and thy Fattiou fhall repent this Rape. 
 Ba: Rape-call you it my Lord,to {eife my owne, 
 My true betrothed Love,and now my wife? 
 Buclec the lawes of Rome determine all, 
 Meane while Iam poffeft of chat is mine. 
 Sat. Tis good fir:youare very fhort with as, 
 But if we live,weele be as fharpe with you. 
 Baf. My Lord,what I have done as belt I may, 
 Anfwere | muft, and fhalido with my life, 
 Onely thus muchT give your Grace to know, 
 | By all the dutiesthat L owe to Roitie, 
 This Noble Gentleman lord Titas heere, 
 Isin opinion and in honour wrong’d, 
 That in the refcue of Lavinia, 
 With his owne hand did flay his youngeft Son, 
 | In zealeto you and highly mov’d to wrath, 
 | To beconrroul’d in that he frankly gave: 
 Receive him then to favonr Satwrrive, 
 That hath expre*it himfelfe in ail his deeds, 
 | A Father and a friend to thee,and Rome. 
 Tit. Prince Ba/sianus leave to plead my Deeds, 
 Tis thou,and thofe,that have difhsnoured me; «. 
 | Rome and che righteous heavens be my judge; 
 | How [have lov’d and Honour’d Saturnine. 
 Tam. My worthy Lord if ever Tamora, 
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 Were gratious in thofe Princely eyes of thine, 
 Then heare me {peake indifferently forall: 
 And at my fute({weet )pardon whatis paft. 
 Sat, What Madam,be difhonoured openly, 
 
 And bafely put it up without revenge? 
 
 Tam. Not fo my Lord, 
 The Gods of Rome for-fend, 
 I fhould be Authour to difhonour you, 
 But on mine honour dare, I undertake 
 For good Lord Titus innocence in alls 
 Whofe fury not diflembled {peakes his griefes: 
 Then at my futelooke gracioufly on him, 
 Loofe not fo noble a friend on vaine fuppofe, 
 Nor with fowrelookes afflict his gentle hearte 
 My Lotd,be rul’d by me,be wonne at laft, 
 Diffemble all your griefes and difconrents, 
 You are but newly planted in your Throne, 
 Leaft then the pedple,and Patricians too, 
 Vpona juft furvey take Tstws,part, 
 And fo fupplantus for ingratitude, 
 Which Rome reputesto bea hainous finne- 
 Yeeldatintreats,and then let me alones 
 He findea day to maffacre them all, 
 And sace their faction,and their familie, 
 The ceyell Fathér,and his trayt’rous fonnes; 
 Towhom | fuedor my deare fonnes life- 
 And make them know what tis to leta Queene 
 Knecle in the ftreetes,and beg for grace in vaine. 
 Come,come, {weet Emperour,(come Andronicus ) 
 Takenp this good old man,and cheere the heart, 
 That dies in tempeft of thy angry frowne- 
 
 Sat. Rife Tstas,rife, 
 My Empiefle hath prevail’d. 
 
 Tit-\ chanke your Majefty, 
 And her my Lord. 
 Thefe words, thefe lookes, 
 Infufe new life in me. 
 
 Tam. Titus] am incorporate in Rome, 
 ARoman now adopted happily: 
 And mut advife the Emperour for his good, 
 This day all quarrels die Andronscus. 
 And let it be mine honour good my Lord, 
 That L have reconcil’d your friends and you, 
 For you Prince Bafsianus , I have paft 
 My word and promife to the Emperour, 
 That you will be more milde and tractable, 
 And feare not Lords: 
 And you Lavinea, 
 By my advifeall humbled on your knees, 
 You fhall aske pardon of his Majefty- 
 
 Tendring our fifters honour and our owne- 
 Mar. That on mine honour heere I doproteft. 
 Sat. Away and talke not,trouble us no more. 
 Tam.Nay nay, - 
 
 Sweet Emperour, we mult all be friends, 
 
 The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace, 
 
 J wil not be denticd {weet heart looke back. 
 Sat..Marcns, ; 
 
 For thy fake and thy brothers heere, 
 
 And at my lovely Tamora's intreats, 
 
 - I doe remit thefe young mens haynousfavits. = 
 
 Stand up: Lavnia,though you lett me like achurle,. 
 
 I found a friend,and fureas death I {ware, 
 
 I would not part a Batchellour from the Prieft. 
 
 You are my gueft Lavinsa,and yout friends: 
 This day fhallbe aLove-day Tamora. 
 ‘Tie. To morrow andit pleafe your Majefty, 
 To hunt the Panther and the Heart with me, 
 With horne and Hound, 
 Wecle give your Grace Bow jours 
 Sat. Be it fo Titws,and Gramercy t00s 
 
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 Adus § ecundus. 
 
 Enter eron alowes 
 
 Safe out of Fortunes fhot,and fitsaloft, 
 
 Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flafh, 
 Advane’d above pale envies threatning reachs| 
 As when the golden Sunne falutes the morne, _ 
 And having gilt the Ocean with his beames, 
 Gallops the Zodiacke in his gliftering Coach, 
 And over-lookes the highelt piering hills: 
 
 So Tamora, 
 
 Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite, 
 
 And vertue ftoopes and trembles at her frowne. 
 Then Aron arme the heart, and fit thy thoughts, 
 To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Miftris, 
 
 Hatt prifoner held,fettred in amorous chaines, 
 And fafter bound #0 Arons charming eyes, 
 Then is Prometheus ti'deto Caucafns. 
 
 Away with flavifh weedes,and idle thoughts, 
 
 I will be bright and fhine in Pearle and Gold, 
 To waite upon this new made Emprefie, 
 
 To waite faid I ? Te wanton with this Queene, 
 This Goddcffe, this Sansramsis this Queene, 
 This Syren,that will charme Romes Saturnine, 
 And {ée his thipwracke,and his Common wealese 
 Holla,what ftorme is this? 
 
 Enter Chiron and Demetrius bravinge 
 Dem. Chiron thy yeeres want wit,thy wit wants 
 And manners to intru’d where I am grac’d, 
 And may for ought thou know ft affected be. 
 Chi. Demetrius,thou dco’ ft over-weene in all, 
 And fo in this,to beare me downe with braves; 
 Tis not the difference of a yeere or two 
 
 Son. We doe, fa2 4 Makes me leffe gracious,or thee moore fortunate: 
 And vow to heaven,and to his Highnes, ' Tam asable,and as fit,as thou, 
 That what we did,wasmildly,as we might, mia To ferve,and to deferve my Miftris grace, 
 
 Andthat my {word upon thee fhall approve, 
 And plead my paffions for Lavinta's love. 
 
 Gave you a daunfing Rapier by your fide, 
 
 Goe to:have your Lath glued within your theath, 
 Till you know better how to handle it, 
 Chi. Mcane while fir,with the little skill I have, 
 Full well fhalt thou perceive how much dare. 
 Dem, 1 Boy grow ye fo brave? 
 e4r. Why now Lords? 
 So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you diffs’ 
 
 Come, if the Emperours Court can feat two Brides, 
 
 Aron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe, 
 
 And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long 
 
 Are you fodefperate growne to threat your friends? © 
 
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 e4r. Clubs,clubs,thefe lovers will not keep the peaces 
 Dem. Why Boy,although our mother(unadvifed 
 
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 And maintaine fachaquarrell openly?: 
 Full well I wote,the ground ofall this grudge: 
 I would not for a million of Gold, 
 The caufe were knowue to them it moft concernés. 
 Nor would:your noble mother for much more 
 Be fo difhonored inthe Court of Rome. 
 For fhame put up. 
 Dem. Not I, till L have fheath’d 
 
 My rapier in his bofome,and withall 
 Thrutt thefe reprochfull {peeches downe his throat, 
 That he hath breath’d in my difhonour heere. 
 
 Chi. Forthat I am prepar’d,and fullrefolv'd, 
 Foule fpoken Coward, : 
 That thundreft with thy tongue, 
 And with thy weapon nothing car’ft performe. 
 
 Ar. A way I fay. 
 Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore, 
 This pretty brable will undoo us all: 
 Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous 
 It isto fet upona Princes right? 
 What is Lavinia then become {0 loofe, 
 Or Baffianis (0 degenerate, 
 That for her love {uch quarrels may be broacht, 
 Without controulement,Iuftice,or revenge? 
 Young Lords beware,and {hould the Emprefle know, 
 This difcord ground, the muficke would not pleafe. 
 
 Chi. i care not I,knew theand all the world, 
 Hove Lavinia more then all the world, 
 
 Dem. XY oungling, : 
 
 Learne thou to make fome meaner choile, 
 Lavinia is thine elder brothers hope. 
 
 Ar. Why are ye mad?Or know ye not in Rome, 
 
 How farious and impatient they be, 
 And cannot brooke Competitors in love? 
 I tell you Lords,you doe but plot your deaths, 
 By this devife. 
 
 Chi. Avon,a thoufand deaths would I propofe, 
 Toat chieve her whom ! do love. 
 
 Ar.Yoatchieve her, how? 
 
 Dam. Why,mak’{t thon it fo ftrange? 
 
 Shee is a woman,therefore may be woo'd 
 Shee is a woman,therefore may be wonne, 
 Shee is Lavinia therefore mutt belov'd. — 
 
 W hat man,mere water glideth by the Mill 
 Then wots the Miller of and cafie it is 
 
 Of a cut loafe to fteale a fhive we know: 
 Though Baffianas be the Emperours brother, 
 Better then he have yet worne Vulcans badge. 
 t1.4r. J, and as. good as Saturninus may. 
 
 Dem. Then why should hedifpaire that knowes to” 
 With words, faire lookes,and liberality: (court it 
 What haft not thou full oftenftrucke a Doe, 
 
 And borne her cleanly by the Keepers note? 
 
 Ar, Why thenit feemes tome certaine {natch or fo 
 Would ferve your turnes- 
 Chi. Lfo theturne weré ferved: 
 Dem. Aron thon haft hit it. 
 Ar, Would youhad hitit too, 
 Then fhouldnot we be tir’d with thisadoo: — 
 | Why harke yee,harke yee,andare you fuch fooles, 
 To fquare for this? Would it offend you then? 
 Chi. Faith not me. 
 Dew. Nor me, fo I were one. : 
 e4r For fhame be friends,and joyne for that’ you 1ar: 
 Tis pollicy,and ftratageme muft doe 
 That you affect,and fo mutft you refolue, 
 
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 And fhe fhall file our engines with advife; 
 
 That what you canhotas you would atchieve; 
 You mutt perforce accomplith,as you mays 
 Take this of me, Lwcrece wasnot more chaft 
 Then this Lavinia, Bafiianns love, 
 
 A fpecdier courfe thislingring languifhment 
 Mott we purfue,and I have found-the path: 
 My Lords, a folemne hunting isin hand. 
 There will the lovely Roman Ladies troope: 
 The Forreft walkes are wide and {pacious, 
 And many unfrequented plots there ares 
 Fitted by kinde for rape and villainy: 
 
 Single you thither then this dainty Dae. 
 
 And ftrike her home by force, if not by words: 
 This way or notat all,ftand yowin hope. 
 Come,come,our Empreffe with her facred wit 
 To villainy and vengeance confectate, 
 
 Will we acquaine with allthat we intend, 
 
 That will net fuffer you to fquare your felves, 
 But to your wifhes height advance you both. 
 The Empcrours Courtis like the houfe of Fame, 
 
 | The pallace full ofzongues,of eyes, of eares: 
 
 The Woodsareruthleffe , dreadfull ,deafe,and dull; 
 There fpeake,and {trike brave Boyes, & take your turnes. 
 There ferve your lufts,(hadow’d from heavenseye, 
 And revell in Lavinia’s Treafury. 
 Chi, Thy counfell Lad {mells of no cowardife. 
 Dem. Sifas ant wefas, till I finde the fireames; 
 To coole this heat,a Charme to calme their fits, 
 Per Stigia, per manes Veher. Exeunt. 
 Enter Titus Androntcns ana bis three fonnes, making a noife 
 with bounds and hornes,ana Marcus. 
 
 Tit. The hunt isup,the morne is brightand gray, 
 The fields are fragrant,and the Woodsare greene, 
 Vaconple heere,and let us make-a bay, 
 
 And wake the Emperour,and his lovely Bride, 
 And rouze the Prince,and ring a hunters peale, 
 That alf the Court may eccho with the noife. 
 Sonnes let it be your charge,as itis ours, 
 Toattend the Emperours perfon carefullys 
 
 1 have bene troubled in my fleepe this night, 
 But dawning day new comfort hath infpir’d. 
 
 Winde Hornet. 
 Heere a cry of bonndes and winde harnes in a peale,then 
 Enter Saturninus, Tamera, Bafsianus , Lavinia,Chiren,De« 
 metrins,ana their Attendans, 
 
 Ti. Many good morrowes to your Majefty, 
 Madam to youas many and as good. 
 I promifed your Grace,a Hunters peale. 
 
 Sat. And you have rung it laftily my Lords, 
 Some what'too earely for new married Ladies. 
 
 Baf, Lavisia,how fay you? 
 
 Laz. | fay no; 
 I have bene awake two houres and more. 
 
 Sat. Come onthen,horfe and Chariots lets have, 
 And to our fport: Madam, now fhall ye fee, 
 Our Romaine hunting. 
 
 Mar. have dogges my Lord, 
 Will rouze the proudeft Panther in the Chafe, 
 And clime the higheft Promiontory top. 
 
 Tit. And I have horfe will follow where the game 
 Makesaway,and runne like Swallowes ore the plaine 
 
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But hope to plucke adainty Do to ground. 
 Enter Aron alone. 
 
 To bury,fo muchG old undera Tree, 
 
 And never after to inherit it. 
 
 Let him that thinks of me foabjectly, 
 
 Know that thisGold mutt coine a ftratageme, 
 
 Which cunningly effected, will beget 
 
 Avery excellent peece of villany: 
 
 And fo repofe fweet Gold for their unreft, 
 
 That have their Almesout of the Empreffe Chett. 
 Enter Tamora to the Moore. 
 
 Tam. My lovely Aron, 
 
 Wherefore look’ft thou fad, 
 
 When every thing dothmake a Gleefullboaft? 
 
 The Birds chaunt melody on every bufh, 
 
 The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne, 
 
 The greene leaves quiver.with the cooling winde, 
 
 And makeacheker d fhadow on the ground: 
 
 Vnder their {weet fhade, Aron let us fit, 
 
 And whil’ft the babling Eccho mock’s the Hounds, 
 
 Replying fhrilly to the well tun’d-Hornes, 
 
 Asadouble hunt were heard at once, | 
 
 Letus fit downe,and marke their yelping noife: 
 
 And after confli@, {uch as was fuppos’d. 
 
 The wandring Prince and Did once en joy’d, 
 
 When witha happy ftorme they were {urprisd, 
 
 And Curtain’d with a Counfaile-keeping Cave, 
 
 We may each wreathed in the others armes, 
 
 (Our paftimes done) pofleffea Golden flumber; 
 
 Be unto us,as isa Nurfes Song 
 Of Lullaby,to bring her Babe afleepe. 
 
 Ar. Madame, 
 Though Venms governe your defires, 
 Saturne is Dominator over mine: 
 What fignifies my deadly ftanding eye, 
 My filerice,and my Cloudy Melancholy, 
 My fleece of Woolly haire,that now uncurles, 
 Evenasan Adder when fhe doth unrowle 
 To do fome fatall execution? 
 No Madam, thefé are no Veneriall fignes, 
 Vengeance is in my heart;deathin my hand, 
 Blood,and revenge, are Hammering in my head, 
 Harke Tamora,the Emprefle of my Soule, 
 Whichnever hopes more heaven,then refts in thee, 
 This is the day of Doome for Bafstanus; 
 His Philomel mutt loofe her tongue to day, 
 Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chattity, 
 And wath their handsin Ba/ianus blood. 
 Seeft thou this Letter,take it up I pray thee, 
 And give the King this fatall plotted Scrowle, 
 Now queftion me nomore,we are efpied, : 
 Heere comes a pareell of our hopefull Booty, 
 Which dreads not yet their lives deftruction. 
 
 Enter Ba(sianus and Lavinid. 
 
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 Tam. Ah my {weet Moore: 
 Sweeter to me then life: 
 
 e4r. Nomore great Emprefle, Ba/ssanms comes, 
 Be croffe with him,and Ile goe fetch thy Sonnes 
 To backe thy quarrell what fo ere they ba. 
 
 Baf. Whom have we heere? 
 Romes Royall Empreffe, 
 
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 Dens. Chiron we hunt. not we, with Horfe nor Hound, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 e4r. He that had wit,would thinke that I had none, 
 
 | Difmounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed, 
 
 Whiles Hounds and Hornes,and {weet Melodious Birds 
 
 Vnfurnitht of our well befeeming troop? 
 Oris it Dian habited like her, 
 
 Who hath abandoned her holy Groves; 
 
 To fee the generall Hunting in this Forreft? 
 
 Tans. Sawcy controller of our private fteps: 
 Had I the power,that fome fay Dianhad, 
 
 Thy Temples fhould be planted prefently- 
 WithHornes,as was #4 Geons,and the Hounds 
 Should drive upon his new transformed limbes, 
 Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art. 
 
 Lau. Vader your patience gentle Emprefie, 
 Tis thought you havea goodly giftin Horning; 
 And tobe doubted,that your C¥oere and you 
 Are fingled forth to try experiments: 
 
 Jove fhelld your husband from his Houndstoday, 
 Tis pitty they fhould take him fora Sag. 
 
 Buf. Belceve me Queene, your {warth Cymmerian, 
 Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue; 
 Spotted ,detefted and abhominable. 
 
 Why are yon fequeftred from all your traine? 
 
 And wandred hither to an ob{cure plot, 
 
 Accompanied witha barbarous Moore, 
 
 If foule defire had not conducted you? 
 
 Lau. And being intercepted in your {port, 
 Great reafon that my Noble Lord,be rated 
 For Saucineffe,I pray you letus hence, 
 
 And let her joy her Raven coloured love, 
 
 This valley fitsthe purpofe paffing well.’ 
 Baf. The King my brother fhail have notice of thiss 
 Lau.1, for thefe flips have made him noted long, 
 
 Good King,to be fo mightily abnfed. 
 
 Tam. Why have I patienceto endure all this? 
 Enter (biron and Demetrins, 
 
 Dem, How now deereSoveraigne 
 And our gracious Mother, 
 
 Why doth your Highneslooke fo paleand wan? 
 Tam. Have | not reafon thinke youto looke pale? 
 
 Thefe two havetic’d me hither to this place, 
 
 A barren, detefted vale you fee it is. 
 
 The Trees(though Sommer )yet forlorne andleane, 
 
 Ore-come with Moffe,and balefull Miffelto. 
 
 Heere never fhines the Sonne,hecre nothing breeds, 
 
 Vnieffe the nightly Owle,or fatall Raven: 
 
 And whenthey fhew’d methisabhorred pit, 
 
 They told me,heere at dead time of the night, 
 
 Athonfand Fiends,a thoufand hiffing Snakes, 
 
 Ten thoufand {welling Toades,as many Vrchins, 
 
 Would make {uch fearefull and confuted cries, 
 
 Asany mortall body hearingit, 
 
 Should ftraite fall madjor elfe die fuddenly- 
 
 Nofooner had they told this hellith tale, 
 
 But ftrait they told me they would binde me heere, 
 
 Vnto the body of adifimall yew, 
 
 And leave me to this miferable death. 
 
 And then they call’d me foule Adultereffe, 
 
 Lafcivious Goth, and all the bittereft tearmes 
 
 Thatever eafedid heare to fuch effect. 
 
 And had younot by wondrousfortunecome, 
 
 This vengeance on me had they executed: 
 
 Revengeit,as you love your Motherslife, 
 
 Or be ye not henceforth cal’d my Children. : 
 Dem. This is @yvitnefle that lam thy Sonne. S46 him. 
 Chi. And this for me, 
 
 Strook home to fhew my ftrength. 
 
 Lan. 1 come Semiramis nay Barbarous Tamer, 
 
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 For ao name fits thy nature but thy.owne. 
 
 Tam. Give me thy poygnard: yon fhal know my. boyes 
 Your Mothers hand hall right your. Mothers wrong: 
 
 Dem, Stay Madam heere is more belongsto her, 
 
 Firft thrafh the Corne,then after burne the ftraw: 
 This Minion {tood upon her chaftity, 
 Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyalty. 
 And with that painted hope fhe braves your Mightineffe, 
 And {hall the carry this unto her grave? 
 
 Chi. And if fhe dee, 
 I would'I werean Eunuch. 
 Drag hence her husband to fome fecret hole, | 
 And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our Luft. 
 
 Tam. But when ye have the hony yedefire, 
 Let not this Watpe out-live us bothto fting. 
 Chi, I warrant you Madam we will make that fure: 
 Come Miftris,now perforce we will enjoy, 
 That nice-preferued honefty of yours. 
 Lav. Oh Tamora,thou beaz’it a woman face. 
 Tam. will not heare her {peake, away with her. 
 Lav. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me buta word. 
 Dem. Liften faire Madam, let it be your glory 
 Tofee her teares,but be your heart tothem, 
 Asunrelenting flint to drops of raine. 
 Lav. W hen did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam? 
 Odoe not learne her wrath, fhe taught it thee, 
 The milke thou fuck’ fi from her did turne to Marble, 
 Even atthy Teat thow had’it thy Tyranny, 
 Yet every Mother breedsnot Sonnes alike, 
 Dothou intreat her fhew a woman pitty. | 
 . Chi. What, ; 
 Would’ thon have me prove my felfe a baftard? 
 Lau, Tistrue, 
 The Raven doth not hatchaLarke, 
 Yet have I heard,Oh could I finde it now; 
 The Lion mov'd with pitty,did indure 
 To have his Princely pawes par’d all away. 
 Some fay,that Rauens fofter forlorne children, 
 The whil’ft their owne birds famith in their nefts: 
 Oh beto me though thy hard heart {ay no, 
 Nothing fo kind but fomething pittifull. 
 Tah. { know not what it meanes,away with her. 
 Lat. Oh let me teach theeformy Fathers fake, 
 That gave thee life when well he might have flaine thees 
 Be not obdurate,open thy deafe caress. 
 Tam, Had’ft thou in perfon nere offended me, 
 Even for his fakeam Inow pittilefe: 
 Remember Boyes | pow: *d forth teares in vaine; 
 Tofave your brother from the facrifice, 
 But fierce Andronicus would not relent, 
 Therefore away with hexgand ufe her as. you will, 
 The worfe to her,the better lov’d of me. 
 Law, Ob Tamora; 
 Be call’d a gentle Queene;, . ae 
 And with thine owne hands kill me in thisplacey 
 For tis not life chat I have beg’d fo longs 
 Poore I was flaine, when Bafssanus dy’d. 
 What beg?ft thou then?fond woman, let me go? 
 Lav. Tisprefent death I beg,and onething more, 
 That woman hood denies my tongue totell: 
 Oh keepe me from their worfe then killingluft, 
 And tumble me into fome loathfome pit, .. 
 W here never mans eye may behold my bedy, 
 Doe this,and bea charitable murderer... 
 Tam. So fhould Irob my {weet Sonnes of their fees 
 No, let them fatisfie their luft on thee. 
 
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 Dem. Aways 
 
 For thou hatft ftaid us heere too long. 
 Lau. No grace. 
 
 No woman hood ? Ah beaftly creature, 
 
 The blot and enemy to our generall name, 
 
 Confufion all 
 Chi. Nay then Jle ftop your mouth: 
 
 Bring thou her husband, 
 
 This isthe Hole where e4ron bid us hidehim. E-xeunt. 
 Tam. Farewell my Sonnes,{ee that you makeher fure, 
 
 Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed, 
 
 Tillall the Andronici be made aways 
 
 Now will I hence to feeke my lovely (Moore, 
 
 And let my fpleenefall Sonnesthis Trull defloure, | Exit. 
 
 Enter Aron wishtweof Titus Sonnes. 
 4ron.Come on my Lords, the better foote before, 
 
 Straight will I bring you tothe lothfome pit, 
 
 Where I'efpied the Panther faft afleepe. 
 
 Quin, My fight is very dull what ere it bodes. 
 __ Mar. And mine J promife you, were it not for fhame, | 
 
 Well could | leave our {port to fleepe a while. 
 
 Quin. W hat artthou fallen? 
 
 What fubrile Hole is this, 
 
 Whofe mouth is covered with Rude growing Briers, 
 
 Vpen whofe leaves are drops of ew={hed-blood, 
 
 As frefh as mornings dew diftil’d on flowers, 
 
 A very fatall place it feemesto me: 
 
 Speake Brother haft thou hurt thee with the fall? 
 
 Mar. Oh Brother, 
 
 With the difmal’ ft obje& 
 
 That ever eye with fight made heart lament. 
 
 Ar. Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere, 
 
 That he thereby may havea likely ghefle, 
 
 How thefe werethey that made away hisbrother. 
 
 Exit Aron. 
 (Mar. Why doft not comfort me and helpe me out, 
 
 From this unhallow’d and blood-ftained Hole? 
 Quin. 1 am furprifed with an uncouch feare, 
 
 A chilling fweat ore-runs my trembling joynts, 
 
 My heart fufpects more then mineeye can fee. 
 
 Afar. To prove thou hafta true divining heart, 
 
 Avronand thou looke downe inte this den, 
 
 And fee a fearefull fight of blood and death. 
 
 Quis. Aronisgone, 
 
 And.my compaffionate heart ’ 
 
 Will not permit mine eyes,once to behold 
 
 The thing where at ittrembles by furmife: 
 
 Oh tell me how it is,for nere till now 
 
 Was] achild,to feare I know not what. 
 
 Mar. Lord Baftianws-lics embrewed heere, 
 
 All on aheape like to the flaughtred Lambe, 
 
 Inthis detefted,darke,blood-drinking pit. 
 Qaim If it be darke,how dooft thou know’tis he? 
 Mar. V ponhis blody finger he doth weare 
 
 A precious Ring,that lightens all the Hole: 
 
 Whichlike a Taper in fome Monument, ; 
 
 Doth fhine upon the dead mans earthly cheekes, 
 
 And fhewes the ragged intrailes of the pit: 
 
 So paledid fhine the Moone on Péramus, : 
 
 When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood: 
 
 © Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand, 
 
 If feare hath made the faint.as mee it hath, 
 
 Out of this fell devouring receptacle, 
 
 As hatefull as Cocitas miftie mouth. 
 
 Quin. Rcach me thy hani,tbat I may helpe thee out, 
 Or 
 
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 | Orwanting ftrength todoe thee fo much good, 
 | I may be pluckt into the fwallowing wombe, 
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 Who found this Letter;7amora wasit you? 
 Tan, Andronicus himfclfe did take it up. 7 
 Fit. 1 did my Lord; | 
 
 Thave no ftrength to plucke thee to the brinke. 
 ‘Mar. Nor I no ftrength to.clime without thy helpe. 
 Quin. Thy hand once more,! willfnot loofe againe, 
 Till thou art heere aloft,or I below, 
 Thou can’f{t not come to me, Tcome to thee. Borbsfalin. 
 
 Enter the Emperour, Aron the Moore. 
 
 Sat. Along with me,Hefee what hoge is heere, 
 And what he is that now is leaptinto i 
 Say,who art thou that lately did’ft defcend, 
 Into this gaping hollow of the eagth? 
 CMar. The unhappy fonne ofold Andromscas, 
 Brought hither in a moft unlucky houre, 
 To finde thy brother Ba/fiasas dead: ; 
 Sat. My brother dead: 1 know thou doft but jeft; 
 He and his Lady bothareat the Lodge, 
 Vpon the North-fide of this pleafant Chafe, 
 Tis not an houre fince I left him there. 
 (Mar. We know not where youleft him all alive, 
 But out alas,heere have we found ‘him dead. 
 
 Enter Tamova,eAnaronicas,and Lucins. 
 
 Tam. Where is my Lord the King? 
 Sat. Heere Tamora,though griev'd with killing griefe. 
 Tam. Where is thy brother Ba/ssanus? 
 Sat. Now tothe bottome doft thon fearch my wound, 
 Poore Bafsianus heere lies murthered. : 
 Tam-Then alltoo late] bring this farall writ, 
 The complot of this timeleffe Tragedy, 
 And wonder greatly that mans face can fold, 
 | In pleafing {miles fuch murderous Tyranny. 
 She giveth Saturnine a Letter’ 
 
 Saturninus reads the Letter. 
 And if we miffe to meete lim hanfomely, 
 Sweet hunt (man. Baffianus tis we meane , 
 Doe thou [omuch as dig the grave for him, 
 thou know ft our meaning,looke for thy reward 
 Among the Nettles at the Elder tree: 
 which over-[hades the mouth of that fame pit: 
 where we decreed to bury Baffianns, 
 Doe this and parchafe ws thy lafting friends. 
 
 Sat. Oh Tamora, was ever heardthe like? 
 This is the pit,and thisthe Elder tree, 
 Looke firs,if you can finde the huntfman out, 
 That fhould have murthered Bafianws heere. 
 er. My gracious Lord heere 1s the bag of Gold. 
 Sat. Two of thy whelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind 
 Have heere bereft my brother of bis life: 
 Sirs drag them from the pituntothe prifon, 
 There let them bide untill we havedevis’d 
 Some never heard-of tortering paine for them. 
 Tam. Whatare they in this pit, 
 Oh wondrous thing! Fé 
 How eafily murder is difcovered? * 
 Tit. High Emperour,npon my feebleknee, =» 
 I beg this boone, with teares,not lightly fhed, 
 That this fell fault of my accurfed Sonnes, 
 Accurfed if the faults be prou’d in them. 
 Sat. fit be prov’d?yeu fee it is apparant, 
 
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 Yet let me be their baile: 
 
 For by my Fathers reverent Tombe I vow 
 They fhall be ready at your Highnes will, 
 To anfwere their fufpition with their lives. 
 
 Sat. Thou halt not baile them, fee thou follow me: 
 Some bring the murthered body, fome the murtherers, 
 Letthem notfpeake a word,the guiltis plaine, 
 
 For by my foule,were there worfe end then death, 
 That end upon them fhould beexecuted. 
 
 Tam. Andronicus Y will entreat the King, 
 Feare not thy Sonnes,they fhall do well enough. 
 
 Tit. Come Laucias come, 
 
 Stay not totalke with them. Exeunt. 
 Enter the Empreffe Sonnes,with Lavinia,ber hands ont off ana 
 her tongue cut ont,and ravifht. 
 
 Dem. Sonow goe telland if thy tongue can {peake, 
 Who t’wasthat cut thy tongue and ravifhethee. 
 Chi. Writedowne thy mind,bewray thy meaning fo; 
 And if thy ftumpes wiil let thee play the Scribe. 
 Dem.See how with fignes and tokens fhe can fcowle. 
 Cbs. Goe home, 
 Call for fweet water,wafh thy hands. 
 Dem. She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wathe 
 And folet’s leave her'to her filent walkes- 
 
 (bi. And t were my caufe,! fhouldgoe hang my felfe. - 
 
 Dem. If thou had’ft hands to helpe thee knit the cord. 
 Excite 
 Winde Hornes. 
 Enter Marcus from hunting to Lavina 
 
 Whois this,my Neece that flies away fo fait? 
 
 Cofen a word,where is your husbande 
 
 If Ido dreame,wouldall my wealth would wake me, 
 IfI do wake,fome Planet ftrike me downe, 
 
 That I may flumber in eternall fleepe. 
 
 Speake gentle Neece, what {terne ungentle hands 
 
 Hath lopt,and hew’d,and madethy body bare 
 
 Of her two branches, thofe fweet Ornaments 
 
 Whofe circkling fhadows,Kings have fought to fleep in 
 And might not gaine fo great a happines 
 
 As halfe thy Love: Why doeft not {peake to me? 
 Alas,a Crimfon river of warme blood, 
 
 Like toa bubling fountaine ftir’d with winde, 
 
 Doth rife and fall betweene thy Rofed lips, 
 
 Comming and going withthy hony breath. 
 
 But {ure fome Terews hath defloured thee, 
 Andleaft thou fhould’ft detecethem, cut thy tongues . 
 Ah,now thou turn’ ft away thy face for fhame: 
 
 And notwith ftanding all this lofle of blood, 
 As froma Conduit with their iffuing Spouts, 
 
 Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face, 
 Blufhing to be encountred witha Clond, 
 
 Shall I {peake for thee?fhall I fay tis for 
 Oh that I knew thy hart,and knew the beaft 
 That I might raile achim to eafe my mind. 
 Sorrow:concealed,like an Oven ftopt,’ 
 Doth burne the heart to Cinders where it is. 
 Faire Philomela fhe but loft her tongue, 
 And in atedious Sampler fowed her minde. 
 
 But lovely Neece,that meane is cut from thee, 
 A craftier Teres haft thou met withall, 
 And he hath cut thofe pretty fingers off, 
 
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 That could have better fowed then Phslome/. 
 
 Oh had the montfter feene thofe Lilly hands, 
 Tremble like Afpen leaves upon a Lute, 
 
 And make the filken ftrings delight to ki(fe them; 
 
 He would not then have toucht them for hislife: 
 
 Or had he heard the heavenly Harmony, 
 
 Which that {weet tongue hath made: 
 
 He would have dropt his knife and fell afleepe, 
 
 As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feetes 
 
 Come,let us goe,and make thy father blinde, 
 
 For fucha fight will blindea fathers eye. 
 
 One houres {torme will drowne the fragrant meades, 
 What, will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes? 
 Doe not draw backe,tor we will mourne withthee: 
 Oh could our morning eafe thy mifery. Excunt. 
 
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 Enter the Indges and Senatourswith Titus two fonnes bound, 
 paffing 0» the Stage to the place of execusson,and Titus 
 going before pleading. 
 
 Ti. Heare me grave fathers noble Tribunes ftay, 
 For pitry of mine age whofe youth was {pent 
 In dangerous warres,whilft you feeurely flepr: 
 For ail my blood in Romes great quarrell fhed , 
 For all the frofty nights that 1 have watcht, 
 And for the{c bitter teares, which now you fee, 
 Filling the aged wrinklesin my cheekes, 
 Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes, 
 Whofe foules are not corrupted as tis thought: 
 For twoand twenty fonnes Inever weept, 
 Becaufe they died in honours lofty bed. 
 
 Andronicus lyeth downe,and the Ludges palfe by him. 
 
 Forthefe,thefe Tribunes,in the duft I write 
 My harts deepe languor,and my foules fad teares: 
 Let my teares ftench the earths dry appetite. 
 My fonnes {weet blood, will make it {hameand Blush: 
 Ocarth ! I will be friend thee more with raine Exennt. 
 That fhall diftill from thefe two ancient ruines, 
 Then youthfull Aprill thall with all bis fhowres 
 In fummers drought: Ie drop upon thee {till, 
 
 And keepe eternall {pring-time on thy face; 
 So thou refufe to drinke my deare fonnes bicod- 
 
 Enter Lucius, with his weapon drawne. 
 
 Oh reverent Tribunes,oh gentleaged men, 
 Vubinde my fonnes,reverfe the doome of death, 
 And let me fay(that never wept before) 
 My tearesare now prevaling Oratours. — 
 
 ZL. Oh noble father,you lament 1n vaine, 
 The Tribanes heare you not,no man is by, 
 And you recount yeur forrowes toa {tone. 
 
 Tit. Ah Lucins for thy brothers letme plead, 
 Grave Tribunes,once more I fntreat of you- 
 
 L#. My gracious Lord , no Tribune heares you fpealce. 
 
 ( Tit. Why tisno matter man, if they did heare 
 
 They would not marke me-oh ifthey did heare 
 They would not pitty me. 
 Therefore Itell my forrowes bootles to the {tones- 
 
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 In Winter with warmeteares tle melt the fhow 
 
 | Who though they cannot anfwere my diftreffe, 
 
 Yet in fome fort they are better then the Tribunes, 
 
 For that they will not intercept my tale; 
 
 When I doe weepe,they humbly at my feete 
 
 Receive my teares,and feeme to weepe with me, 
 
 And were they burattired in grave weedes, 
 
 Rome could afford.no Tribune like to’ thefe. 
 
 A ftone is as foft waxe, 
 
 Tribunes more hard then ftones: 
 
 A {tone is filent,and offendeth not, 
 
 And Tribunes with their tongues doome men todeath: 
 But wherefore ftand’ ft thou with thy weapon drawne? 
 
 Lu.To refcue my two brothers from their death, 
 
 For whichattempt the Iudges have pronounc’ft 
 
 My everlafting doome of banishment. 
 
 | Ti.Q happy man,they have befriended thee: 
 
 | W hy foolifh Lacss,doit thou not perceive 
 That Rome isbutawildernes of Tigers? 
 Tigers muft prey,and Rome affords no prey 
 But meand mine: how happy art thou then, 
 
 From thefe devourers to be banifhed? _ 
 
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 But whocomes with our brother (Marexs heere? 
 
 Enter Marens and Lavinia: 
 Mar. Titus prepare thy noble eyes to weepe; 
 | Or if not fo,thy noble heart to breake: 
 | I bring confuming {orrow to thineage. 
 7s. Willit coniume me?Let me fee it then. 
 (Mar, This was thy daughters 
 Ti. Why Marcus {0 the is. 
 In. Aye me this object kils me, 
 73. Faint-harted boy, arife and looke upon her, 
 Speake my Lavinia,what accurfed hand 
 Hath made thee handleffe in thy Fathers fight? 
 What foole hath added water tothe Sea? 
 Or broughta faggot to bright burning Trey? 
 My griefe was at the light before thoucam ft, 
 And now like Wy/usit difdaineth bounds: 
 Give mea{word,Ile chop off my hands too, 
 Forthey have fought for Rome,and all in vaines 
 And they have nur ft this woe, 
 In feeding life: 
 In bootelefle prayer have they bene held up, ae 
 And they have ferv’d me to effetleffe ufe. 
 Now all the fervice I require of them, 
 Isthat the one willhelpero cut the other: 
 Tis well Lavinia, that thou hait no hands, 
 For hands to do Rome fervice,is but vaine« 
 Lu. Speake gentle fifter,;who hach martyr’d thee? 
 Mar. O that delighrfull engine of her thoughts, 
 That blab’d them with fuch pleafing eloquence, 
 Istorne from forth that pretty hollow cage, 
 Where like a fweet mellodious bird it fung, 
 Sweet varied notesinchanting cvety,eares 
 Luc. Oh fay thou for her, '; 
 Who hatlrdone this deed? 
 (Mar. Oh thus I found her ftraying inthe Parke, 
 Seeking to hide herfelfeasdoththe Deare 
 That hath recev'd fome unrecuring wound. 
 a Tid ivas my Deare, 
 And he that woundedther, 
 Hath hurt me more,then had he kild me dead: 
 For now I ftand as oneupona Rocke, 
 Inviron’d with a wilderdneffe of Sea: 
 Who makes the waxing tide, 
 Grow waveby wave, 
 
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 Expecting ever when fomie envious furge, 
 Willia his brinith bowels {wallow him. 
 This way to death my wretched fonnesare gone: 
 Heere ftands my other fonne,a banifht man, 
 And heeté my brother weeping at my woes. 
 But that which gives my foule the greateft fpurne, 
 Is deere Lavinia,deerer then my foule. 
 Had I but feene thy picture in this plight, 
 It would have madded me. What fhali I doe? 
 Now I behold thy lively body fo? 
 Thou haft no handsto wipe away thy teares, 
 Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee; 
 Thy husband heis dead,and for bis death 
 Thy brothersare condemn’d,and dead by this. 
 Looke A¢arcus,ah fonne Lucius looke on her: 
 When I'did name her brothers,then freth teares 
 Stood on her checkes,as doth the heny dew, 
 Vpon a gathred Lillie almoft withered, 
 
 Mar. Perchance fhe weepes becaufe they kil'd her 
 husband, 
 Perchance becaufe fhe knowes him innocent. 
 Tit. Uf they did kill thy husband then be joyfull, 
 Becanfe the law hath tane revenge on them. 
 No,no,they would riot doe fo foule a deede, 
 Witnes the forrow that theis fifter makes. 
 Gentle Lavinialet me kifle thy Jips, 
 Or make fome fignes how 1 may do thee ezfer 
 Shall thy good Vncle,andthy brother Lucius, 
 And thou and I fit roundabout fome Fountaine, 
 Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes 
 How they are ftain’d in meadows,yet not dry 
 With miery flimeleft on them by a flood: 
 And inthe Fountaine fhall we gaze fo long, 
 Till the freth talte betaken trom that cleerenes, 
 And madea brive pit with our bitter teares? 
 Or fhall we cut away our hands like thine? 
 Or fhall we bite our tongues,and in dumbe fhewes 
 
 -patle the remainder of our hatefull dayes? 
 
 What fhali we doe? Let us that have our tongues 
 
 Plot fomedevife of further miferies 
 
 Tomadke us wondred at in time to come. 
 
 Lu. Sweet Father ceafe your teares.for at your gtiefe 
 
 See bow my wretched fifter fobs and weeps. 
 
 Ma. Patience deere Necce,'good Tétus driethine 
 eyes. 
 7 it. Ah Marcus Marcus, Brother well I wot, 
 
 Thy napkin cannot drinkea teare of mine, 
 
 For thou pooreman haft drown’d it with thine owne. 
 La. Ah my Lavinia | willwipe thy cheekes. 
 Tit. Marke Marens marke,! underftand her fignes, 
 
 Had fhe atongue to {peake,now vw ould fhe fay 
 
 That to her brother which I faidito thee. 
 
 His Napkin with her true tearesali: bewer, 
 
 Can do no fervice on her forrowfuli .cheekes. 
 
 Oh whata fimpathy of woeis this! 
 
 As fatre from helpe as Limbois from bliffe. 
 
 Enter Aron the Abii alone. 
 
 Sends thee this word, that it chomlove'thy fonnes, 
 Let Marcus Lucinsyot thy felfeioid.T wns, 
 
 Orany one of you:chop off your hand, 
 
 And fend itto the King:he for the fame, 
 
 Will fend thee hither both thy fonnes alive, 
 
 ' Andthat fhall bethe ranfome for their tanlt. 
 
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 _ And bow this feeble ruine to the earth, 
 
 Tit. Oh gracious Emperour,oh gentle arom. 
 Did ever Raven fing fo like a Larke, 
 That gives {weet tydings of the Sunnes uprife? 
 With all my heart, Ile fend the Emperour my hand, 
 Good Aaron wiit thou help to chop it off? 
 Lu. Stay Father for that noble hand of thine. 
 That hath thrownedowne{o many enemies, 
 Shall not be fentzmy hand will ferve the turne. 
 My youth can better {pare my blood then you, 
 And therefore mine {hall fave my brotherslives. 
 Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome, 
 And rear’d aloft the bloody Battleaxe, 
 Writing deftruction on the enemies Caftic? 
 Oh none of both but are of highdefert: 
 My hand hath bin but idle,let it ferve 
 Toranfome my two nephewes from their death, 
 Then have Ikept it to a worthyend. 
 (Moo. Nay come agree,whofe hand fhall goe along, 
 For feare they die before their pardomcome. 
 Mar. My hand fhall goe. 
 Lu.By heavenit fhalinotgoe. 
 Ti.Sirs ftrive no more,{uch withered hearbs as thelé 
 Are meete for plucking ep,and therefore mine. 
 Lu. Sweet Father,if I thall be thought thy fonne, 
 Let meredceme my brothers both trom death. * 
 Mar. And for our fathers {ake,and mothers care, 
 Now let me fhew a brothers love tothee. 
 Ti. Agree betweene you,I will fparemy hand. 
 Lu. Then !egoe fetch an Axe. 
 eMar. But I will ufe the Axe, Exesnt. 
 Ti. Come hither Aaron,lle deceive them both, 
 Lend me thy hand,and I will give thee mine, 
 ¢Ao0. If that be cai’d deccit,I will be honeft, 
 And never whillt J live deceive men fo: 
 But Iie deceive you in another fort, 
 And that you’ fay ere halfe an houre pafle. 
 
 He cuts off Titus hand. 
 
 Enter Lucius and A4arcas againe. 
 
 Ti. Now ftay your firife,what fhall be,isdifpatcht: —, 
 Good Aaron give his Majefty my hand , 
 Tell him,it was hand that warded him 
 From thoufand dangers:bid him bury it: 
 More hath it merited: That lec ir have. 
 As for my fonnes,fay I account of them, 
 As iewels purchaitatan eafie price, 
 And yet deere too,becaufe 1 bought mine ownes 
 Aaron. 1 goe And ovicns and for thy hand, 
 Locke by and by to have thy fonnes with thee: 
 Their heads I meane:Oh how this villany 
 Doth fat me with the very thought of it. pe 
 Let fooles doe good, and faire men-call for grace; 7), 
 e4ron will have his foule blacke like his faces “Bats 
 Ti. O beere T lift this one hand up to heaven, ; 
 
 Ifany power pitties wretched teares, 
 To that J calltw hat wilt thou kneele with me? 
 Doe then deare heart, for heaven fhail heare our prayers; | 
 Or with our fighs weele breath the welkin dime, 
 And ftaine the Sun with fogge asfometime cloudes, 
 When they dohug him in their melting bofomes. 
 (Mar. Oh brother fpeake with poffibilities, 
 And do rot breake into thefe deepe extreames. 
 Ti. Is not my forrow deepe, having no bottome? 
 
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 Then be my paffions botromlefie with them. 
 (Mar. But yet let reafon governe thy lament. 
 Tit. If there were reafon for thefe miferies, 
 
 Then into limits could I binde my woes: 
 
 When heaven doth weepe, doth notthe earth ore flow? 
 
 Ifthe windes rage,doth not the Sea wax mad, 
 
 Threatning the welkin with his big-fwolne face? 
 
 And wilt thou havea reafon for this coile? 
 
 Iam the Sea. Harke how her fighes doe blow: 
 
 Shee is the weeping welkin,! the earth: 
 
 Then muft my Sea be moved with her fighes, 
 
 Then muft my earth with her continuall teares, 
 
 Become a deluge:overflow’d and drown’d: 
 
 For why,my bowels cannot hide het woes, 
 
 But like a drunkard muft I vomit them: 
 
 Thea give me leave, for loofers will have leave, 
 
 To eafe their f{tomackes with their bitter tongues, 
 
 Enter ameffenger with two heads and a hands 
 
 Mef. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid, 
 For that good hand thou fent’ft the Emperours 
 Heere are the headsof thy two noble fonnes: 
 And heeres thy hand in{corne to thee fent backes 
 Thy griefes,their {ports: Thy refolation mockt, 
 That woe isme to thinke uponthy woes, 
 
 More then remembrance of my fathers death. 
 Mar. Now Jet hot #tna coole in Cicily, 
 
 Aadbe my heart an ever-burning hell: 
 
 Thefe miferies are more then may be borne, 
 
 To weepe withthem that weepe,doth eafe fome deale, 
 
 But forrow flouted at, is double death. 
 
 Luc. Ah that this fight fhould make fo deepa wound, 
 And yet detefted lifenot fhrinke thereat: 
 That ever death faould let life beare his name, 
 Where life hath no more intereft but to breath. 
 
 (Mar. Alas poore hart that kiffe is comfortleffe, 
 As frozen water toa ftarved fnake. 
 
 Tit. When will this tearefuli {lumber have an end? 
 
 (Mar. Now farewell flactery,die Andronscus, 
 Thon dott not flumber, fee thy two fons heads, 
 
 Thy warlike bands,thy mangled daughter heres 
 
 Exit. 
 
 | Thy other banitht foanes with this dere fight 
 
 Strucke pale and bloodieffe.and thy brother I, 
 Evenlike a {tony Image,coldand numme-_ 
 Ah now no more willl controule my grictes, 
 Rent off thy filver haire,thy other hand 
 Gnawing with thy teeth,and be this di(mall fight 
 The clofing up of our moft wretched eyes: 
 Now is atime to florme,why art thon ftill? 
 Tit. Ha,ha,ha- ba ied 
 Mar.W hy dott thou langhiit fits not with this houre. 
 Tit. Why I have not another teare to fhed: 
 Befides, this {orrow. 1san cnemy, 
 And would ufurpe upon my. watry ¢yes, 
 And make them blinde with. tributary teares, 
 Then which way fliall I finde Revenges Cave? 
 For thefe twotheads doe feeme to {peak tomes 
 And threat me,I fhall never come to bliffe, 
 Till all thefe mifchiefes be re turned againe, 
 Evenin their throats that have committed them. 
 Come let me fee what taske I have to doe, 
 You heavy people,circle me avout, 
 That I may turne me to cach one of you, 
 And {weare unto my foule to right your wrongs. 
 The vow is made,come Brother take a head, 
 
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 And in this hand the other will I beare. 
 
 Lavinia thou {halt be employd in thefe things: 
 
 Beare thou my hand fweet wench betweéne thy téeth: 
 As for thee boy goe get thee from my fighr, 
 Thou art an Exile,and thou mutt not flay, 
 Hie tothe Gorhes,and raife an army there, 
 And if you love me,as I thinke you doe, 
 
 Let’s kifle and part,for we have much to doe.  Exennt. 
 (Manet Lucins. 
 
 Luc. Farewell e4ndronicus my noble Father: 
 The woful’ft man that ever liv'd in Rome: 
 Farewell proud Rome,till Lacias come againe, 
 Heloves his pledges dearer then his life: 
 Farewell Lavinéamy noble fitter, 
 
 O would thou wertas thou to fore liaft beene, 
 
 Bot now,nor Luci#s nor Lavinia lives 
 
 But in oblivion and hateful griefes: 
 
 It Luciuslive,he will requit your wrongs, 
 
 And make proud Saturninasand his Emprefie 
 
 Beg atthe gateslike 7arguin and his Queene. 
 
 Now will I to the Gothes and raife a power, 
 
 To be reveng’don Romeand Satarnine. Exit Lucins. 
 
 eA Banquet. 
 Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lavinia,and thé Bop. 
 
 An.So,fo, now fit,andlooke you eate ne more 
 Then will preferve juit fo much {trength in us 
 As will revenge thefe bitter woes of ours. 
 Marexs unknit that forrow-wreathen knot: 
 Thy Neéce an I(poore Creatures) want our hands 
 And cannot paflionate our tenfold griefe, 
 With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine, 
 Isleft to tirranize upon my breaft 
 Who when. wy heart all mad wath mifery, 
 Beats in this hollow prifon of my fleth, 
 Then thus Ithumpe it downe. 
 Thou Map of woe,that thus doft talke in fignes, 
 When thy poore heart beates with cutragious beating, 
 Thou canft not ftrikeit thus.to make it {till? 
 Wound it with fighing girle,kil it with grones: 
 Or get fome little knife betweene thy teeth, 
 And juft againft thy heart make thou a hole, 
 That all the téares that thy poore eyesJet fall 
 May run into that finke,and foaking in, 
 Drowne thelamenting foole,in Sea-falt teares- 
 Mar, Fy brother fy teach het not thus to lay 
 Such violent hands upon her tender life. 
 “An. How now ! Has forrow madethee doate already? 
 Why (Marcus,no man fhould be.mad but I: 
 What violent hands can fhe lay on her life: 
 Ah, wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands, 
 To bid «£neas tell the tale twice ore 
 How Troy was burnt,and he made miferable? 
 O handle not the cheame,to talke of hands, 
 Leaft weremember ftill that we have none, 
 Fie,fie,how Frantiquely J {quare my talke 
 Asif we thould forget we had no hands: 
 If Marcus did not name the word of hands. 
 Come, lets fall too,and gentle girle cate this, ; 
 Heereis no drinke? Harke A4Zarcas what fhe fayes, | 
 I can interpretall her miartir'd fignes, } 
 She faies,the drinkes no other drinke but teares 
 Brew’d with her forrows:mefh’d upon her cheekes, | 
 Speech: | 
 
 a as 
 
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 Te 
 
 Speechleffe complaint,O I will learne thy thought: 
 Inthy dumb action, will I be as perfect 
 As begging Hemits in their holy prayers: 
 Thou fhalt not fighe nor hold thy ftamps to heaven; 
 Nor winke,nor nod,nor kneele,nor make a figne, 
 ‘) But I (of thefe) will wreft an Alphabet, 
 And by fill practice,learne to know thy meaning. 
 Boy. Good grandfire leave thefe bitter deepe laments, 
 Make my Aunt merry, with fome pleafing tale. 
 Mar. Alas,the tender boy in paifion mov’d, 
 Doth weepe to fee his grandfires heavineffe, 
 An, Peace tender Sapling thou art made of teares, 
 And teares will quickly melt thy liteaway. 
 CMareus firikes the difh with aknife. 
 What doeft thou fttike at (Wares with thy knife. 
 (Mar. At that that] Have kill’d my Lord,a Flye 
 An, Out onthe mufderour:thou kil’ ft my hearts 
 Mine eyes are cloi’d with view of Tirrany: 
 A deed of death done on the Innocent 
 Becoms not T it#s brother:get thee gone, 
 I fee thou art not for my company: . 
 Mar. Alas(my Lord)! have but kild a flic. 
 ”. An BurdHowsif that Flie hada father and motfres? 
 How would he hatig his flender gilded wings : 
 And buz lamenting doings in the ayers 
 Poore harmelefle Fly, 
 That with his pretty buzzing melody, 
 Came heere te makeus merry, 
 And thot haft kil’d hime 
 (Mar. Pardon me fir, 
 Tt wasa blacke illfavoui'd Fly, ae a 
 Like to the Empreffe Moore, therefore I kild hime’ 
 42,0,0,0, . 
 Then pardon. me for reprehending thee, 
 For thou haft done a Charitable deed: 
 Give me thy knife,] will infult on him, 
 Flattering my felfe, asif it were the Moore, 
 Come hither purpofely to poifon me. : 
 There’s for thy felfe,and thats for Tamera: Ah firtg, 
 Yet Ithinke we are not brought folow, 
 Butthat bet weene us,we can killa Fly, 
 That comes in likeneffe of a Cole-blacke Moore. 
 (Mar. Alas poore man,griefe ha’s fo wrought on him, 
 He takes falfe fhadowes,for trie fab{tances. 
 And:Come,take away :Zavinia,coe with me, 
 lle to thy cloffet,and goe read with thee 
 Sad ftories chanced inthe times of old. 
 Come boy,and goe with me,thy fight is young, 
 And thou fhalt read, when mine beginto dazell. Exenne. 
 
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 Enter young Lucins and Lavinia running after him, andthe 
 Boy flics from ber with his bookes under his armes 
 . EnerTivus and Marcas. 
 Boy. Helpe Grandfier helpe,my Atint Lavinia, 
 Followes meevery where I know not why. 
 Good Vncle Marcus fee how fwift the comes, 
 Alas fweet Aunt,I know not what you meane. 
 (Mar. Stand by me Ewcias,doe not feare thy Aunt, 
 Tit. She loves thee boy too wellto doe thee harine - 
 _ Boy. 1 when my father was in Rome the did. 
 
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 Ma.W hat meanes my Neece Lavinia by chefe fignes? | 
 Ti. Feare not L#ci#s,fome what doth fhe meane: . 
 See Lucivs {ee,how much fhe makes of thee: 
 Sonee whither would fhe have thee go with her. 
 Atiboy, Cornéha never with more care 
 Read to her fonties,then fhe hath read tothee, 
 Sweet Poetry,and Tallies Oratour: 
 Canft thou not geffe wheréfore the plies thee thus? 
 Boy. My Lord I know not I,nor can I geffe, 
 Vnleffe fome fit or frency do poffefle her: 
 For I have heard niy Grandhier fay full oft, 
 Extremity of griefés veouldmake men mad. 
 And I have read that Hecuba of Troy, 
 Ran mad through forrow,that made me to fearé, 
 Although my Lord, Know my noble Annt,: 
 Loues meas dearéas ere my mother did, - 
 And would not but in fury fright my youth, 
 Which made me downe to throw my bookes,and flie 
 Caufles perhaps, but pardon me {wéet Aunt, 
 And Madam, if my Vncle AZarcus goe, 
 I will moft willingly attend your Ladyfhip, 
 Mar. Lucins 1 wilt. 
 Ti. How now Lavinia < Varens what meanes this? 
 Seme booke there isthat fhe defires to fee, 
 Which isit girle of thefe? Open them bey, 
 But thou art deeper read and better skild, 
 Come and take choyf€ of all my Library, 
 And fo beguile thy forrow,till the heavens 
 Reveale the damn’d contriver of this deeds 
 What booke? 
 Why lifts the up her armes in fequence thus? 
 (Mar think fhe meanes that ther was more then one 
 Confederate in the fact, I more there was: 
 Or elfe to heaven fhe heaves them to revenge. 
 Tit. Lucius what booke is that fhe toffeth fo? 
 Boy.Grandfier tis Ovids Metamorphofis, 
 My mother gave it me, 
 Mar. For love of her that’s gone, 
 Perhaps fhe culd it from among thereft. 
 
 Tit. Sott,fo bufily fhe turnes the leaves. 
 Helpe her, what would the finde ? Lavinia fhallI read? 
 This is the tragicke tale of Philomsel? 
 
 And treates of Tere#s treafon and histape, 
 And rape I feare was roote of thinéannoy. 
 
 (Mar. See brother fee, note how the quotes the leaves 
 
 7st.Livinta,wert thon thus furpriz’d {weet girle, 
 Rayifht and wronpe’d as Philemela was? 
 
 Fore’din the ruthleffe, vaft,and gloomy woods? 
 See,fee,I fuch a place there is where we did hunt, 
 (O had we never,never hunted there) 
 Patern’d by that the Poet héere defcribes, 
 By nature made for murthersand for rapes. 
 (Mar.O Why fhouldnatnre build fo foule aden, 
 Vnleffe the Gods delight intragedies? 
 Ti.Give fignes {weet gitle,for heere are none brit frieds 
 What Romaine Lord it was durft do the deed? 
 Orflunke not Satarnine,as Tarquin ert, 
 That lefcthe Campe to finne in Lucrece bed. of 
 Mar Sit downe tweet Neece, brother firdowneby me, 
 Apollo, Pallas ,Tove,or Mercury, ve 
 Infpire me that 1 may this treafon finde. 
 My Lord looke heere,looke heere Lavinia, 
 
 He writes his Name with bis Paffe,and guides Wo 
 oa with feete and mouths. = = 
 This {andy plot is’ plaine,gnide ifrheucanft © his 
 
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 Thisafter me, when I have writ my.name, 
 Without the helpe of any hand ar all. 
 
 Curft bethat heart that fozc’{t us to this fhife : 
 Write thou good Neece, and heeredi{play at lat, 
 What God will have difcovered for revenge, 
 Heaven guide thy pen toprint thy forrowes plaine. 
 That wemay know theTraytors and the truth. 
 
 She takes the flaffe in ber month, and gridesit with ber 
 t Stumps and writes. 
 Tit. Oh doe ye readmy Lord what fhe hath writ? 
 Stupram, (hiron, Demetrius. 
 Mar. What, what, the luftfull fonnes of Zamora, 
 Performers of this hainous bloody deed ? 
 Tit, (Magni Dominator polt. 
 Témlentus audis fcelera\ tam lentus vides} 
 Mar. Ohcalme thee gentle Lord ; Although I know 
 There is enough written upon this earth, 
 
 Andarme the mindes of infants to excleimes. 
 
 My Lord kneele downe with me: Lavinia kneele; 
 
 And kneele fweet boy, the Romaine Heéfors hope; 
 
 And {weare with me, as with the wofull Feere 
 
 And father of that chaft difhonoured Dame, 
 
 Lord Junius Brutus {weave for Lwcrece rape, 
 
 That we will profecute (by good advife) 
 
 Mortall revenge upon thefetraytorous Gothess, 
 
 And {ee their blood,or dye withthis reproach. 
 
 Tit. Tis fureenovgh, and you knew how. 
 
 But if you huntthefe Beare-whelpes, then beware 
 
 The Dam will wake, and if fhe winde youonce, 
 
 Shes with the Lyon deepely ftill in league. 
 
 And lulls -him whilft fhe playeth on her backe, 
 
 And when he fleepes will fhe doe what fhe lift. 
 
 Yon area young huntfman AZareas, let it alone : | 
 
 And come, I will goe geta leafe of brafle, 
 
 And with a Gad of fteele will write thefe words, 
 
 And lay ic by; the angry Northerne w inde 
 
 Will blow thefe fandslike S#bels leaves abroad, 
 
 And wheres your leffon then. Boy what fay you? 
 ‘Boy.. 1 fay my Lord, that if 1 were aunan, 
 
 Their mothersbed-chamber fhould not be fafe, 
 
 For thefe bad bond-men to the yoake of Reme- 
 Mar. Ithat’s my boy; thy father hath full oft, 
 
 For his ungratefull country done the like. 
 
 Boy. And Vncle{o will I, and it Hive. 
 Tit. Come goe with me into mive Armory, 
 
 Lacius}ie fit thee, and withall, my boy 
 
 Shall carry from me tothe Emprefle fonnes, 
 
 Prefents that I intend to fendthem both, 
 
 Come, come, thou'Jt doe thy meflage, wilt thow not ? 
 Boy. I with my dagger in their bofome, Grandfire 
 Tit. No boy not fo, Ile teach thee another courfe, 
 
 Lavinia come, Marcus looke to my houfe; 
 
 Luciusand le goe brave it at the Court, 
 
 I marry will we fir, and weele be waitedon.  €xeunt, 
 
 " Mar. O heavens | Can you heare a good man grone 
 
 | And not relent, or not compafhon hime 
 
 Marcus attend him in his extafie, 
 
 That hath more {cars of forrow in his heart, 
 
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 | Then foe-mens markesupon his batter’d fhield, 
 But yet fo juft, that he will not revenge, 
 Revenge the heavens for old «4mdronicus. Exit. 
 Enter Aron, (biron and Demetrius at one dore : and at 
 yi another dere young Lucius and another, with abun- 
 
 dle of weapons, and ver{es wrst upon them. 
 
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 Chi. Demetrius heeres the fonne of Lucius, 
 
 | He hath fome meflage to deliver us. 
 
 Aron, 1 fome mad meflage from his mad Grandfather. 
 Boy. My Lords, withall the hambleneffe Iimay, 
 
 I greete your honoursfrom: Andronicus, 
 
 And pray the Romane gods confound you both, 
 Deme, Gramercy lovely Lacs, what's thenewes? 
 Boy. For villaines matkt with rape.May it pleafe pout, 
 
 My Grandfire welladvif'd hathfent by mes 
 
 The goodlieftweapoas.of his Armory, 
 
 To gratifie your henourable youth,» 
 
 The hope of Rome, for fo he bad me fay : 
 
 -And fol doeand.with his gifts prefent 
 Your Lordfhips, whenever you have n 
 You may be armed and appointed well, 
 
 And fo I leave yonboth :like bloody villaines., Exit. 
 Deme.W hat’s heere ? a fcrole,and written round about? 
 
 cca, 
 
 Integer vite {celerifaue purus, non egit mauré jaculisnec ar- 
 Ch, 
 Chir. O tisa verfein Horace, I know it well. 
 I read it inthe Grammer long agoe. 
 Moore. jut, a verte in Horace: right, you haveir; 
 Now what a thing it isto bean Affe ? 
 Heeres no found jeft, th’old man hath found their guilt, 
 And fends the weapons wraptaboupwith linés,)° « 
 That wound (beyond their feeling) tothe quicke: 
 But were our witty Emprefle wella foot, 
 She would applaud Asdronicus conceit: 
 But let her reft, in her unreft a while. 
 And now young Lords, was't nota happy ftarre 
 Led usto Rome ftrangers, and mare then fo ; 
 Captives, to beadvanced to this height? 
 Ir did me good before the Pallace gate, 
 To brave the Tribune in his brothers hearing. 
 Deme, But me more good, to fee fo greaca Lord 
 Bafely infinuate,and tend us gifts, 
 Moore. Had he not reafon Lord: Demetrius ? 
 Did you not ufe his daughter very friendly ? 
 Deme. l would we had a thoufand Romane Dames 
 At fuch a bay, by turne to ferve out luft. 
 Chir. A charitable with, and fulbof love. 
 Moore. Heere \ack’s bur you mother for fay, Amen. 
 Chir. And that would the for twenty thonfand:more. 
 Deme, Come, let us goe, and pray to alithe gods 
 For our beloved mother in her paines. 
 Moore. Pray to the devils,the gods have givenus over. 
 Flourifa. 
 Dem, Why doethe Emperors trumpets flourith thus? 
 Chir. Belike for joythe Emperour hath a fonne. 
 Dem. Soft, who comes heere ? 
 Enter DN urfe with ablacke a Moore child. 
 Nurfe. Good morrow Lords : 
 O tel! me, did you fee Aaronthe Moore? 
 Aaron, Well, more or leffe, orne'rea whit atall, 
 Heere Aaron is, and what with Aaron now ? 
 Narfe.' Oh gentle Aaron, we are allundone. 
 Now helpe, or woe betide thee evermore. 
 Aaron. Why, what a catterwalling doft thou keepe ? 
 What doft thou wrap and fumble in thine armes ? 
 Narfe. O that which I would hide from heavens eye, 
 Our Empreffe thame; and ftately Romes difgrace, 
 She is delivered Lords, fhe is delivered. 
 Aarons To whom ? 
 arfe. I meane fhe is bronghta bed ? 
 eAaron, Well God give her good reft. 
 
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 Aaron. Why then {he isthe devils Damza joy full iffues 
 
 Nur, A joyleffe, difmail,blacke and, forrowfulliffue, 
 Heeré is the babe as loathfome as a toad, 
 
 Among’ ft the faireft breeders of our clime, 
 The Empreffe fendsitthee; thy ftampe,thy feale, 
 And bids thee chriftenit with thy daggers point. 
 
 Aaron. Out you whore;is blacke fo bafea hue ? 
 Sweet blowfe, you are a beautious bloffome {ures 
 
 Deme, Villaine what haft thou done? 
 
 e4aron. That which thon canftnot undoe- 
 
 (bir. Thou haft undone our mother. 
 
 Deme. Andthercin hellith dog, thou haft undone, 
 Woe to her chance, and damn’d her loathed choyce, 
 Accur ft the off-{pring of fo foulea fiend, 
 
 Chir. It fhallnotiives 
 
 Aaron, It fhallnot dye. ; 
 
 N urfe. Aaronitmult, the mother wilsit{o. 
 
 Aaron, What, mutt it 2ie/é ? Then let no man but I 
 Doe excéution on my fichh and blood. : 
 
 Deme. llebroachthe Tadpoleon my Rapiers point: 
 Nuerfegive tt me, my {word {hall foone difpatch it. 
 
 “Aaron. Sooner this ford thall plough thy bowels up. 
 Stay murtherous villaines, will you kill your brother? 
 Now by the burning Tapers of the skye, 
 
 That fh’one fo brighly when this Boy was got, 
 He dies upon my Semitars fharpe point, : 
 That touches this my firft borne fonne aud heire. 
 I tell you young-tings,not £ necladus 
 Withalt his threatnigg band of Tpphons broode, 
 Nor great A/esdes, nor the god of Warre, 
 Shall ceaze thisprey out of his fathers hands : 
 What what, ye fanguine fhallow hearted Boyes, 
 Ye white-limb’d wails, ye Ale-houfe painted fignes, 
 Cole-blacke is better then another hue : 
 Inthat it {cornesto beare another hue + 
 For all the water in the Ocean, 
 Can never turnethe Swansblacke legs to write, 
 Although the lave them hourely in the flood : 
 Tell the Empreffe from me, Iam of age 
 To keepe mine owne, excule it how fhe can. 
 Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble miftris thus 2 
 Aaron. My mittris is my miftris: this my {elfc, 
 The vigour, and the picture of my youth: 
 1 This, before all the world doe I preferre, 
 This manger all the world will | keepe fafe, 
 Or fome of you fhallfinoake for it in Rome. 
 | Dem. Bythisour mother is for ever fham'd. 
 
 (vir. Rome will defpife her fur this foule efcape. 
 
 Nur.The Emperour in his rage will doome her death 
 
 Chir. Ublufh tothinkeupon this ignominy. 
 
 Aaron, Why ther’s the priviledge your beauty beares: 
 Fyetrecherous hue, that will betray with blufhing 
 The clofe enacts and countells of the heart: 
 
 Heresa young Lad fram’ d of another leere, 
 Looke how the blacke flave {miles upon the father ; 
 As who fhould fay, old Lad I am thine owne. 
 He is your brother Lords, fenfibly fed 
 Of that felfe blood that firft gave life to you, 
 And from that wombe whese you imprifoned were 
 Heis infranchifed and come to light : 
 Nay he is your brother by the furer fide, 
 Although my feale be ftamped in his face. 
 Nurfe. Aaron what fhail I fay unto the Emprefis?, 
 Dem. Advifethee e4aron, whatisto be done, 
 
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 And we willall fubfcribe to thy advife : 
 Save thon the child, fo we may alll be (afes 
 Aaron. Then fit we downe and let usall confalts 
 My fonne and I will have the winde of you : 
 Keepe there, now talke at pleafure of your fafetys 
 Dem. How many women faw this child of his? 
 Aaron, Why fo brave Lords, when we all joynein 
 TamaLambe:butif youbravethe Moore, (league 
 Thechafed Bore, the mountaine Lyonefle, 
 The Ocean {wells not {0 at earn ftormes : 
 But fay againe, how many faw the child? 
 Nurfe. Cornelia,the midwife, and my felfe, 
 And none elfe but the delivered Emprefle. 
 e4aron, The Empreffe, the Midwife, and yout felfe, 
 Two may keepe counfell, when the third’saway : 
 Goe to the Empreffe, tell her this I faid, He kils her. 
 Weeke, weeke, fo criesa Pigge prepared to thifpits 
 Dem. What mean'ttthou Aaron ? 
 Wherefore did’ft thou this ? 
 Aaron. © Lord fir, tis a deed of pollicy ? 
 
 Shall the live to betray this guilt of ours 
 
 A long tongu’d babling Goflip ? No Lords no 
 
 And now be it knwne to you my full intents 
 
 Notfarre, one A4alitexs my Country-man 
 His wife buty efternight was brought tobed, 
 His child islike to her; faire as you are + 
 Goe packe with him, and give the mother gold, 
 And tell them both the circumftance of all, 
 And how by this their Child thall be advanc'd, 
 And be received for the Emperours heyre, 
 And fubftituted in the place of mine, 
 To calme thistempeft whirling in the Court, 
 And Jet the Emperour dandle him for his owne- 
 Harke ye Lords, ye fee I have given her phyficke, 
 And you muft needs beftow her funerall, 
 The fieldsare neere, and youare gallant Groomess 
 | This done, fee that you take no longer dayes 
 But fend the Midwife prefently to me- 
 | The Midwife and the Nurfe well madeaway, 
 
 Then let the Ladies tattle what they pleafe- 
 Chir. Aaron {ee chou wilt not truft theayre with fe- 
 Dem. For this care of Tamora, (crets, 
 
 Her felfe, and hersare highly bound tothee. — Exesnh 
 
 | Aaron. Now to the Gothes, as fwift as Swailow flies, 
 
 There to difpofe this treafure in mine armes, 
 
 And fecretly to greete the Empreffe friends 
 
 Come on you thick-lipt-flave, Ie beare you hence, 
 
 For it is you that puts us to our fhifts: 
 
 Ie make you feed on berries, and on rootes, 
 
 And feed on curds and whay, and facke the Goate, 
 
 And cabbin ina Cave, and bring youvp 
 
 Tobe awarriour, and command aCampe- 
 
 Exit» 
 
 Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius and other gentlemen 
 with bowes, and Titus beares the arrowes with 
 Letters on the end of them. 
 
 Tit. Come Marcus, come, kinfmenthis is the ways 
 Sir Boy now let me fee your Archery, E52 
 Looke yee draw home enough, and ’tis there ftraight : 
 Terras Aftraareliquit, be you remembred Marcus. 
 She’s gone, fhe’s fled, firs take you to your toales, 
 You Cofens fhall goe found the Oceans 
 And caft your nets, haply you may find her inthe Seay 
 Yet theres as little jufticeas at Land 
 
 No Pubtius and Sempronins, you mutt doeit, ‘ts 
 
 Bee i a a ctcepukticuntiigemcnrei 
 
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 Tis you muft dig with Mattocke, and: with Spade, 
 And pierce the inmoft Center of the earth : 
 
 Then when you come to Péatees Region, 
 
 I pray you deliver him this petition, 
 
 Tell him itis for juttice, and tor aide, 
 
 And that it comes from old Andronicus, 
 
 Shaken with forrowes in ungratefull Rome. 
 
 Ah Rome ! Weil, well, I made thee miferable, 
 What time I threw the peoples fuffrages 
 
 On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me- 
 
 Goe get you gone; and pray be carefull all, 
 
 And leave you not a man of warre unfearcht, 
 This wicked Emperour may have fhipt her hence; 
 And kinfmen then we may goe pipe for juftice. 
 
 Marc. O Publius is not thisa heavy cafe 
 Tofee thy Noble Vnele thus diftract ? 
 
 Pab. Therefore my Lord it highly us concerness 
 By day and night t'attend him carefully : 
 
 And feede his humour kindiy as we may, 
 Tilltime beget {ome carefull remedy. 
 
 (Marc. Kintmen, his forrowesare paft remedy. 
 Toyne withthe Gothes, and with revengefull warre, 
 Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude, 
 
 And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine. 
 
 Ts. Puvbius how now ? how now my matters? 
 What have you met with her? 
 
 Pail, No my good Lord, but P/#to fends you word, 
 If you will have revenge from hell you thall, 
 
 Marry for jattice fhe is foimploy’d, 
 He thinkes with Jove in heaven, or fome where elfe: 
 Sothat perforce you mult needs {tay atime. 
 
 Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes, 
 
 Ile dive into the burning Lake below, 
 
 And pull her out of Acheron by the hecles, 
 
 Marcus we are but fhrubs, no Cedars we, 
 
 No big-bon’d-men. fram’d of the Cyclops fize, 
 
 But mettallZarcus , fteele to the very backe, 
 
 ¥er wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare: 
 
 And fiththere’s no jufticejin earthnor hell, 
 
 We will follicite heaven, and movethe gods 
 
 To fend downe Inftice for to wreakeour wrongs: 
 
 Come to this geare, youarea good Archer Marew. 
 He gives them the Arrswes. 
 
 Ad lovem;thats for you: here ad Apollonem, 
 
 4d Martem, thats for my {elfe, 
 
 Heere Boy to Pallas, heere to ALercury, 
 
 To Saturnine, to (ais, not to Saturnine, — 
 
 You wereas good to fhooteagainft the winde, 
 
 Toit Boy, AZarcus loofe when I bid : 
 
 Of my word, Ihave. written ro effect, 
 
 Theresnot a god left unfollicited. 
 
 Mares Kinimen, foot all your fhafts into the Court, 
 We will afflict che Emperour in his pride. 
 
 Tit. Now maifters draw, Oh well faid Laci ; 
 Good boy in Virgoes lap, give it Pallas. 
 
 (Mare. My Lord, | aymea Mile beyond the Moone, 
 Your letter is with /#piter by this. 
 
 Tit. Ha, ha, Publins, Publens what haft thou done ? 
 See fee, thou haft thot off one of Tasrus hornes. 
 
 Mar, This was the {port my Lord,when Pabline hot, 
 
 The Bull being gal’d, gave Artes {uch a knocke, 
 That downc fell both the Rams hornesin the Court, 
 And who fhould finde them but the Empreffe villaine : 
 She laught, and told the Moore ite fhould not choofe 
 Butgive them to his Maifter fora prefent. » Sie 
 
 Ts. Whythere it goes, God give your Lordhip joy. 
 
 | __ Enter the Clowne with a baskenand two Pigeons: 
 
 Tit. Newes,newes, from heaven. 
 
 Marcws the poatt is come. 
 
 Sirrah, what tydings ? have you any letters? 
 
 Shall 1 have Inftice, what {ayes /mpiter ? 
 | Clow. Hothe libbetmnaker, he fayesthat he hath ta- 
 ken them downe againe, for the man muft not be haug’d 
 | till thenext weeke. 
 | #. Bat what fayes Jupiter Laske thee? 
 
 Clow. Alas{ir I know not Jupiter ; 
 
 Inever dranke with him inali my life. 
 
 Tit. Why villaine art not thou the Carrier? 
 
 Clow. I of my Pigions fir, nothing elfe. 
 
 Tit. Why, didft thon not come from heaven ? 
 
 Chow. From heaven? Alas fir, | never came there, 
 God forbid I fhould be fo bold, to preffe to heaven in my 
 young dayes. Why Iam going with my pigeonsto the 
 Tribunall Plebs, to take upa matter of brawle, betwixt 
 my Vncle, and one of the Emperialls men. 
 
 Alar, Why fir, thatis.as fitas canbeto ferve for your 
 Oration,and let him deliver the Pigions to the Empérour 
 from you. 
 
 T#. Tell me, can you deliver an Oration to the Em- 
 perour with a Grace ? 
 
 Clow. Nay truely Gir, I could never fay grace in ‘all my 
 life. 
 
 Tét. Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe, 
 
 But give your Pigeons tothe Emperour, 
 
 By me thou fhait have juftice at bis hands. 
 
 Hold, hold, meane while hers money for thy charges. 
 Give mea pen and inke. 
 
 Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliver a Supplication? 
 
 Clow. Mihir. 
 
 T#. Then here isa Supplication for you, and when 
 you come to him, at the firft approach you mnft kneele, 
 then kifle bisfoote, then deliverup your Pigeons, and 
 then looke for your reward. Ile be at hand fir,fee you do 
 it bravely. 
 
 (low. I warrant you fir ,let me alone. 
 
 Tit. Sirrha haft thoua knife ?Come let me fee it. 
 Heere (Marem fold it in the Oration, 
 
 For thon haft made it like an humble Suppliant; 
 And when thou haft given it the Eamperour, 
 Knocke at my dore, andtell me what he fayes. 
 
 Clow, God be with yon fir, I will. 
 
 Tiz. Come CMarens let us goe, Publins follow me. 
 
 : Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Emperonr and Empreffe,and her two fonnes, the 
 
 Emperonr brings the Arrowes in bis band 
 that 7] stus (hoot at bim. 
 
 Satar. Why Lords, 
 What wrongs are thefe ? was ever feene 
 An Eaperour in Rome thasoverborne, 
 Troubled, Confronted this, and forthe extent 
 Of equall juftice, uf'd in {ach contempt? 
 My Lords, you know the mightfull Gods 
 (How ever thefe difturbers of our peace 
 Buz in the peoples eares) there nought hath paft, 
 But even with law againit the willfull Sonnes 
 Of old Andronicus. And what and if 
 His forrowes have fo overwhelm’d his wits, 
 Shall we be thas afflicted in his wreakes, 
 His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterneffe ? 
 And now he writes to heaven for his redreffe. 
 See, heresto Jove, andthis to Mercury, 
 
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 This to eApollo, thisto the god of warre : 
 Sweet {crowles to flye about the flreets of Rome : 
 What’sthis but Libelling againft the Senate, 
 | Andblazoning our injuftice every where? 
 | A goodly humour is it not my Lords? 
 | As who would fay, in Rome no Inftice were. 
 Bat-if I live, his fained extafies 
 Shall be no fhelter to thefe outrages : 
 But he and his fhall know; that Iuftice lives 
 | In Saturninus bealth , whom if hefleepe, 
 He'll fo awake, as he in fury fhall 
 Cut off the proudft Confpirator that livess 
 | amo. My gracious Lord, my lovely Saturnsne, 
 | Lord of my life, Commander of my thoughts, 
 Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus age, 
 Th effects of forrow for his valiant Sonnes, 
 Whofe Ioffe hath pier ft him deepe, and fcar’d his heart; 
 And rather comfort his diltrefied plight, 
 Then profecute the meaneft or the beft 
 For thefe contempts. Why thus it fhall become 
 High witted Tamora to glofe with all: 
 But Titws, Ihave touch’d thee to the quicke, 
 Thy life blood ont : if Aaron now be wife, 
 Thenisall fafe, the Anchor’s in the Port. 
 Enter Clowne. 
 How now good fellow, would’ ft thou fpeake with us? 
 Clow. Yea torfooth, and your Mifterfhip be Emperiall. 
 Tam. Empreffe I am, but yonder fits the Emperour- 
 
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 The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus. : 
 
 | Almoft impregnable, his old eares deafe, 
 
 | Goe thou before to our Embaflador, 
 
 (low. Tis he;God and Saint Stephen give you good den; 
 I have brought youa Letter,anda couple of Pigions here. 
 He reades the Letter. 
 Satu. Goetake bim away, and hang him prefently. 
 Clow, How much money muftI have ? 
 Tam, Come firrah you mutt be hang’d. 
 (low. Hang’d? bir Lady, then I have brought up a 
 necke to a faire end, , EXit. 
 Satur. Defpightfull and intollerable wrongs, 
 Shall Tendare this monftrous villany ? 
 I know from whence this fame devife proceedes : 
 May this be borne? Asif his traytrous Sonnes, 
 That dy’d by law for murther of our brother. 
 Have by my meanes beene butcher’d wrongfully ? 
 Goce dragge the villaine hither by the haire, 
 Nor Age, nor Honor, fhall shape priviledge: 
 Fer this proud mocke, He be thy {laughter man : 
 Sly franticke wretch, that holp’ft to make me great, 
 In hope thy {elfe fhould governe Rome and me, 
 Emer Nuntius Emillins. 
 Satur. What newes with thee Ewellins. 
 Emil, Arme my Lords, Rome never had morecanfe, 
 The Gothes have gather’d head, and witha power 
 Ot high refolved men, bent to the {poyle 
 They hither march amaine, under the conduct 
 Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronicus : 
 Who threats in courfe of this revenge to doe 
 As muchas ever Coriolanus did, 
 Satur. Is warlike Lucius Gencrall of the Gothes 2 
 Thefe tydings nip me, and I hang the head 
 As flowers with,froft, or grafle beat downe with ftormes 
 Tnow begin our forrowes to approach, 
 Tis he the common people love fo much, 
 My felfe hath often heard them fay, 
 (When I have walked like a priuate man) 
 That Lucis banifhment was wrongfully, 
 And they have wifht that Lucius were their Emperour. 
 Tam. Why fhould you feare? Isnot our City ftrong? 
 
 Satur, 1, but the Cittizens favour Lwcsus, 
 
 And will revolt from me, tofuccour him. 
 Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name. 
 
 Is the Sunne dim’d, that Gnats doe flyein it? 
 
 The Eagle fuffers little Birdsto fing, 
 
 And isnot carefull what they meane thereby, 
 
 Knowing that with the fhadow of his wings, 
 
 He can ar pleafure ftint their melody. 
 
 Evenfo mayeft thou, the giddy men of Rome, 
 
 Then cheare thy fpirit, for know thou Emperour, 
 
 I will enchaunt the old Androntcus, , 
 
 With words morefweet, and yet more dangerous 
 
 Then baites to fifh, or hony ftalices to fheepe, 
 
 Whenas the one is wounded withthe baite, 
 
 The other rotted with delicious foode- 
 King. But he wilinot entreat his fonne for us- 
 Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will, 
 
 For I cari fmooth and fill his aged eare, 
 
 With golden promifes, that were his heart 
 
 Yet fhould both eare and heart obey my tongue: 
 
 Say, that the Emperour requeftsa parly 
 
 Of warlike Laciw, and appoint the meeting. 
 King. Emillins doe this meflage H onourablys 
 
 And if he ftand in Hoftage for his fafety, — 
 
 Bid him demand what pledge will pleafe him beft. 
 Emill. Your bidding {hall I doe effectually. 
 Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus, 
 
 And temper him withall the Art I have, 
 
 To plucke proud Lacius from the warlike Gothes« 
 
 Andnow {weet Emperonr be blithe againe, 
 
 And bury all thy feare in my devifes. tee 
 Sata. Then goeficceffantly and plead for him. Exit 
 
 Exits 
 
 eA élus Quintus. 
 
 Enter Lucius with an etrny of Gothes. 
 with Drum and Souldiers. 
 
 Luci. Approved warriours, and my faithfull Friends, 
 I have received Letters from great Rome, 
 Which fignifies what hate they beare their Emperout 
 And how defirous of our fightthey arcs 
 Therefore great Lords, be as your Titles witnefle, 
 Imperious and impatient of, your wrongs, 
 And wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe, 
 Let him make treble fatisfaction. F 
 
 Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the Great Andronicus, 
 W hofe name was once our terrour, now our comfort, 
 Whofe high exploits, and honourable Deeds, 
 Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt: 
 Beholdin us, weele follow where thou lead ft, 
 Like flinging Bees in hotteft Sommers day, 
 Led by their Matter to the flowred fields, 
 And be aveng’don curfed Tamora: p 
 
 Omn. And as hefaith, fo fay we all with him. 
 
 Luci. bumbly thanke hin, and I thanke you all. 
 But who comes heere,ledby a lufty Goth? 
 
 Enter a Goth leading Aaron with bis child 
 in bis armes. ‘ 
 
 Goth. Renowned Lecins, from our troups! ftraid, 
 
 To gazeupon a ruinous Monaftery, 
 
 And 
 a ee a ee 
 
The Tragedy of Titus eA ndronicus. 
 
 Andas I earne(Uly did fixe mine eye 
 
 Vpon the wafted building, fuddainely 
 
 Theard achild cry nnderneath awall: 
 
 I made unto the noife, when foone! heard, 
 
 The crying babe control’d with this difcourfe : 
 
 Peace Tawny flave, halfe me, and halfe thy Dam, 
 
 Did not thy Hue bewray whofe brat thou art ? 
 
 Had nature lent thee, but thy Mothers looke. 
 
 Villaine thou mightft have beenean Emperour. 
 
 But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white, 
 
 They never doe beget a cole-blacke-Calfe : 
 
 Peace, villaine peace, even thus he rates the babe, 
 
 For I muftbeare thee toa trufty Goth, 
 
 Who when he knowesthou art the Emprefle babe, 
 
 Will hold thee dearely for thy. Mothersdake. 
 
 Withthis, my weapon drawne Lrufht upon him, 
 
 Surpriz’d him {uddainely, and brought hia hither 
 
 Toufe, asyouthinke needfull of the man, . 
 
 Lact, Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devill, 
 
 That rob’d e4ndromeus of his good hand: 
 
 This is the Pearle that pleaf’d your Empreffe eye, 
 
 And heres the Bafe Fruit of his burning Iuft. 
 
 Say wall-ey’d flave, whether wouldit thou convay 
 
 This growing Image of thy fiend-like face ? 
 
 Why doft not{peake ? what deafe ? no | Nota word ? 
 
 A halter Souldiers, hang him on.this Tree, 
 
 And by his fide his Fruite of Baftardy. 
 
 Aaron. Touch not the Boy, he is of Royall blood, 
 Luci. Toolike the Syre for ever being good, 
 
 Firft hang the Child that he may fee it{prall, 
 
 A fightto vexe the Fathers foule withall. 
 
 Aaron. Get mea Ladder Lucius, {ave the Child, 
 
 And beare it from me to the Empreffe : 
 
 If thou doe this, lle fhew thee wondrous things, 
 
 That highly may advantage thee to heare ; 
 
 If thou wilt nor, befall what may befall, 
 
 Ile fpeakeno more : but vengeance rot youall. 
 Lusi. Say on, and if it pleafe me which thou {peak’ft, 
 
 Thy child fhalliive, and I will fee it Nourifhe, 
 Aaron. Andif it pleafe thee? why aflure thee Lucsus. 
 
 Twill vexethy foule to heave what I fhall fpeakes 
 
 For I mu talke of Murthers, Rapes, and Maflacres, 
 
 Ads of Blacke-night, abhominable Deeds, 
 
 Complots of Mifchiefe, Treafon, Villaines 
 
 Ruthfull to heare, yet pittioufly perform'd, 
 
 And this fhallall be buried by my death, 
 
 Vnlefle thou fwweareto me my Child fhall live. 
 
 Ine. Tellon thy minde, 
 
 I fay thy Child fhalllive. ’ 
 eAavon. Sweare that he fhall, and then I will begins 
 Luci, Who fhould Ifweare by; 
 
 Thou beleevelt no God, 
 
 That graunted, how can’ft thou beleeve an oath ? 
 
 Aaron, What if I doenot, as indeed I docnot, 
 
 Yet for | know thou art Religious, 
 
 And hat a thing within thee, called Confcience, 
 
 Withtwenty Popith trickesand Ceremonies, 
 
 Which | have feene thee carefull to obferve : 
 
 Therefore I urgethy oath, for that I know 
 
 An Ideot holds his Bauble for a god, 
 
 And keepesthe oath which by that god he{weares, 
 
 To that Ile urge him : thereforethou fhalt vow 
 
 By that fame god , what god fo ere it be 
 
 That thou adoreft, and halt in reverence, 
 
 To fave my Boy, to nourith and bring him ups 
 
 Ore elfe I will difcover nought tothee. 
 
 Luci. Evenby my god I fweare to theed will, 
 Aaron, Firtt know thou, 
 Ibegot him on thy Empreffes 
 Lac. Ohmott infatiate luxurious woman f 
 efaron. Tut Lucius, this was but adeed of Charity, 
 To that which thou fhalt heare of me anon, 
 Twas her two Sonnes that murdered Baffianns; 
 They cut thy. Sifters tongue, and ravilhthers 
 And cut her hands off, andtrim’d herasthoufawit 
 Luci. Oh deteftable villaines 
 Calift thou that Trimming ? 
 Aaron. N hy the was wafht, and cur; and trim’d, 
 And twas trim {port for them that had the doing of its 
 Luci, Oh barbarous beaftly villames like thy telfe! 
 Aaron. Indeed, I wastheir Tutor to inttruct chem, 
 That Codding {pirit had they from their Mother, 
 As fure a Card asever wonne:the Set 
 Thatbloody mind I thinke they learn’d of me, 
 Astruea Dogas ever foughtat head. 
 Well, let my Deeds be witnefle of mf worth : 
 I trayn'dtby Bretheren to that guilefull Hole, 
 Where the dead Corps of Baffianea lay : 
 I wrote the Letter, thatthy Father found, 
 And hidthe Gold within the Letter mention’d. 
 Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes; 
 And what notdone,. that thou haft caufeto rue, 
 Wherein I had no ftroke of Mifcheife in it. 
 I plaid the Cheater for thy Fathers hand, 
 And whenf hadit, drew my felfe apart, 
 And almoft broke my heart with extreame laughter. 
 I pried me through the Crevice of a Wall, 
 When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads, 
 Beheid his teares, and langhtfo heartily, 
 That both mine eyes were rainy like to his? 
 And when I told: the Emprefle of this fport, 
 She foundedalmoft at my pleafing tale, 
 And for my:tydings, gave me twenty kiffes. 
 
 Goth. What canit thou fay all this, and never blvfh? 
 
 Aaron. 1, likea blacke Dogge, as the faying is. 
 
 Lue. Art thownot forry for thefé hainous deeds ? 
 
 Aaron, I,that I bad not'donea thouiand more. 
 Even now‘ curfé the day, and yet Ithinke 
 Few come within the compaffe of my curfe, 
 
 Wherein I did not fome Notorious ill, 
 
 As killa man, or elfe devife his death, 
 
 Rauith a Maid, or plot the way to doe it, 
 
 Accufe fome innocent, and forfweare my felfe, 
 
 Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends, 
 
 Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes, 
 
 Set fire on Barnes and Hayltackes inthe night, 
 Andbid the Owners quenchthem with their teares: 
 Oft have I dig’d up dead men from their graves, 
 And fet them up right at their deere Friends doores, 
 Even when theis forrow almoft was forgot, 
 
 And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees, 
 Have with my knife carved in Romaine Letters; 
 Let not your {orrow dye, though I amdead. 
 
 Tut, I have doneathoufand dreadfull things 
 
 As willingly, as one would kill a flye, 
 
 And nothing greives me heartily indeed, 
 
 But that { cannot doe ten thoufand more, 
 
 Laci. Bring downethe divell, for he muft not dye 
 So {weet a death as hanging prefently. 
 
 Aaron. If therebe divels, would I were a devill, 
 To liveand burne in everlatting fire, 
 SoI might have your company in hell, - 
 
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 B ut to torment you with my bitter tongue. 
 Luc. Sirs ftop his mouth, and let him {peake ho more. 
 Enter Emillis. 
 Goth. MyALord, th:reisa Meflenger from Rome 
 Defires to be admitted to your prefence. 
 Lane. Let him-come neere. 
 Welcome Emillias, whatsthenewes from Rome? 
 Emi. Lord Lwcins,andyou Princes of the Gothes, 
 The Romaine Emperour greets you all by me, 
 And for he underftands yousre in Armes, 
 He craves a parly atyour Fathers houfe 
 Wiiling you to demand your Hoftages, 
 And they thall be:imenediately delivered, 
 Goth, W hatfayes our Generall ? ; 
 Lue. Ewsllins, Jetthe Emperour give his pledges 
 Vato my Fatherjand: my Vocle AZarcus, 
 And we will come march away. 
 
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 Enter Tamora , and ber two Sones difguifed. 
 
 Tam. Thusin this f{trangd, and fad Habillaments, 
 I will encounter-with Andronicus, 
 And fay, [am Revenge fent from below, 
 To joyne with -himand right his hainous wrongs « 
 Kaockeat his ftudy wherethey fay he keepes, 
 To ruminate ftcange-plors of dire Revenge; 
 Tell him Revenge is come to joyne with him, 
 And worke confufion on his Enemies. 
 They knocke and Titus opens bis fi udy dore. 
 Tit, Who doth moleft my Contemplation * 
 Isit your trickety make meopethedore, . 
 That fo my fad decrees may. Aye away, 
 And all my ftudy be to:no effect? 
 You are deceiv'd, for what I meane to.doe, 
 See here in bloody lines L have fetdowne. 
 And what is written fhall be executed... «i a 
 Tam. Titus,1.am cometotalke with thee, 
 Tit. No not a. word ; howcan I grace mytalke, 
 Wanting a hand to. give it action, 
 . Thou hait the ods of me, therefore no more. 
 Tam. Ifthou did ft knowime, 
 Thou wouldft.talke with me. . 
 Tit. Tamnot mid, Lknowthee well enough, 
 Witnefle this wretched ftump, 
 Witneffe thefe crimfon lines, 
 Witnefle thefe Trenches: made by griefeand care, 
 Witneffe the tyring day, and heavy night, 
 Witneffeallforrow, that I:know thee well 
 For our proud Emprefle, Mighty Tamora: 
 Is not thy comming for my other hand ? 
 Tam. Knowshon fad man, 1am not Tamora,” 
 She is thy Enemy,andI thy fricnd, 
 Tam Revenge fent from th infervall Kindome, 
 Toeafe the gnawing Vultureof thy mind, 
 By working wreakefull vengeance onthy Foes : 
 Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light, 
 Conferre with me of Murder and of Death, 
 There’s not a hollow Cave or lurking place, 
 No Vaft obfcurity. or Mifty vale, 
 Where bloody Murther or detefted Rape, 
 Can couch for feare, bat I will find them out, 
 And in their cares tell them my dreadfilll name, 
 Revenge, which makes the foule offenders quake. 
 Tit. Artthou Revenge ? andart thou fent to me,» 
 To bea torment to mine Enemies? 
 
 Tam. 1 am,therefore come downe and welcome me. 
 
 The Tragedy of Titus eA ndronicus. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 \ Tit. Doe me fome ferviceére I come tothee : 
 Loe by thy fide where Rape and Murder ftands, 
 Now give fome furance that thou art Revenge, 
 Stab them, or teare them on'thy Chariot wheeles, 
 And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner; 
 
 And whirlealong with thee about the Giobes. 
 
 Provide thetwo proper Palfries, blacke as let, 
 
 To hale thy vengefiill Waggon fwift away, 
 
 And find out Murder in their guilty Caves. 
 
 And whenthy Car is loaden with their heads, 
 
 I will difmount, and by the Waggon wheele, 
 | Trot likea Servile footeman all day long, 
 | Even from Hiperiens rifing in the Eaft, 
 
 Votill his very downefall in the Sea- 
 
 And day by-day Tle doe this heavy taske, 
 
 Sothoudeftrey Rapine and Murder there. : 
 Tam. T hefé are my Minifters, and come with me. 
 Tu- Are théythy Minifters, what arethey call’d? 
 Tam. Rapineand Murder, therefore called fo, 
 
 Caufe they take vengeance of fuch kindof men. + 
 Tit. Good Lord hewlike the Empreffe Sons they ate, 
 
 And youthe Empreffe : But we worldly men, 
 
 Have miferable mad miftaking eyes : 
 
 Oh {weet Revenge, now doe I come to thee, 
 
 And ifone atines imbraceéthent will contentthee, 
 
 I willimbrace theein it by and by. 
 
 Tam, Thisciofing with him, fits his Lunacy, - 
 
 What ere I forge to feede his braine-ficke fits, ° 
 
 Doe youuphold, and maintame in your fpeeches, : 
 
 For now hesirmely takesme for Revenge, 3 
 
 And being Credulons in this mad thought, a 
 
 } Ile make him fend for Laciws his Sonne, Pe eee 
 
 And whilft I at a Banquet hold him fare, Bi 
 
 Ile find fome cuniing practife out of hand 
 
 To {catter and di{perfe the giddy Gothes, 
 
 Or at the leaft make them his Enemies: 
 
 See heere he comes, and I muft play my theame. 
 
 Tit. Long have | beene forlorne, andall for thee, 
 Welcome'dread Fury to my woefull houfe, 
 Rapineand Marther, you are welcome too; 
 
 How like the Emprefie and her Sonnes you are- 
 
 Wellare you fitted, had you buta Moore, 
 
 Could not all hellafford you fuch a devill? 
 
 For well I wote the Empreffe never wags; 
 
 But in her company there isa Moore, 
 
 And would you reprefent our Queene aright 
 
 It were convenient you had fuch a devill : 
 
 But welcome asyouare, whatfhallwedoe? 
 
 Tam. What wouldft thou haveus doe Andronicus? 
 
 Dem. Shew mea Murtherer, Ie dealewith him. 
 
 Chir. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rapes 
 And I am fent to be reveng’d on him, 
 
 Tam. Shew mea thou{and that have done thes wrong, 
 
 And I willbe revenged onthem ail, ibest iss 
 
 Tit. Looke round about the wicked ftreets of Rome, 
 
 And when thon findeit a man that’s like thy felfe, a 
 
 Good Murder ftab him, he’s a Murtherer. | 
 
 Goe thou with him, and when itis thy hap 
 
 To find another that is like to thee, : 
 
 Good Rapine ftab him, he is a Ravifher- 
 
 Goe thou with them, and inthe Emperours Court,. 
 
 There is a Queene attended by a Moore, . 
 
 Well maift thou know her by thy’ wne proportion, 
 
 | For up and downe the doth refemble thee; 
 
 I pray theedoe onthem fome violent death, 
 
 They have beene violent to me and mine. 
 
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 Tam. Well haft thou leffon’d us, this fhall we does 
 But would it pleafe the goud Aadronicus, 
 To fend for Lucivs thy thrice Valiant Sonne; 
 Who leads towards Romea Band of Warlike Gothes, 
 And bid him come and Banquet at thy houfe. 
 When he is here, even at thy Solemne Featt, 
 I will bring in the Emprefle and her Sonnes, 
 The Emperourhimfelfs, and ailthy Foes, 
 And at thy mercy shall they ftoope, and kneele; 
 And on them fhalt thou cafe, thy angry heart; 
 What fayes “I ndronicus to this devite ? 
 
 Enter Marci. 
 
 Tit. (Marcus my brother,tis {ad Titxs calls, 
 
 Goe gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius, 
 
 Thou fhalt enquire him out among the Gothes, 
 
 Bid him repaire to me, and bring with him 
 
 Some of the chiefelt Princes of the Gothes, 
 
 Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are, 
 
 Tell him the Emperour, and che Emprefi¢ too, 
 
 Feafts at my houfe, and he fhall Feaft withthem, 
 
 This due thou for my love, and folet him, 
 
 As heregards hisaged Fathers life. : 
 (Mar. This willl doe, and foone returne againe. &# 
 Tem. Now will l hence about thy bufinedie, 
 
 And take my Minifters along with me. 
 
 Tit. Nay, nay, let Rapeand Murder ftay with me» 
 
 Or elf Ile call my Brother backe againe, 
 
 And cleavetonorevengebut Luci#se oy 
 Tam, What {ay you Boyes, will you bide withhim, 
 
 Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour- 
 
 How I have govern’d our determined jeft? ., 
 
 Yeeldto his humour, fmooth and {peake him faire, 
 
 And tarty with bim till L turne againe. 
 
 Tit. I know them all though they {uppofe me mad, 
 
 And will ore-reach them in their owne devifes, 
 
 A payre of curfed hell-hounds and their Dam. 
 
 Dem. Madam dapart at pleafure, leave vs here. 
 Tam. Farewelledudromicus, revenge now goes 
 
 Tolay acomplot to betray thy Foes. 
 
 Tit. Iknow thoudo’it, and {weet revenge farewell. 
 Chi. Tellus old man, how fhall we be imploy'd ? 
 Tit. Tut, | have worke enongh for you to doe, 
 
 Publius come hither, Cains,and Valentine. 
 
 Pub. W hat is your will ? 
 Tit. Know yourhefetwo? 
 Pub. The Emprefle Sonnes 
 
 Itake them, Chiroa, Demetrins. 
 
 Tit. Fye Publis, fie, thou art too much deceau’d, 
 
 The one is Murder, Rapeis the othersname, 
 
 And therefore bind them gentle Pub tus , 
 
 Cains, and Valentine, lay hands on them, 
 Oft have you heard me with for fuch an houre, 
 And now I find it, therefore bind. them ture. 
 Chis Villaines forbeare, we are the Empreffe Sonnes. 
 Pub. And thereforc doe we,what we are commanded. 
 Stop clofe their mouthes, let them not {peake a word, 
 Is he {ure bound, looke that you binde them faft.Exesut, 
 
 Suter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lavinia 
 with a Bafone 
 
 Tit, Come, come Lavinia, looke, thy Foesare’ bound, 
 Sirs ftop their mouthes, let them not {peak to me, 
 But let them heare what fearefull words I utter« 
 
 | This one Hand yer it left, to cut you throats, 
 
 Then hands or tongue; her fpotleffe Chaftity, 
 
 Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius, 
 Here ftands the {pring whom you have ftain’d with mud 
 This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt, 
 
 You kil d her husband, and for that vil'd fault, ¢ 
 1 wo of her brothers were dondemin’d to death, . 
 
 My hand cut off, and made a merry jeft, 
 
 Both her fweet hands, her Tongue, and that more deere 
 
 Inhumane Traytors, you conftrain’d and forvft. 
 
 W hat would you fay, if I fhould let you fpeakes 
 Hy BPS / - arn eer 
 
 Villaines for fhame you could not beg for graces 
 
 Hearke Wretches, how I meane to marstyr you, 
 
 Whil’itthac Lavinia tweene her ftumps doth hold s 
 
 The Bafon that receives your guilty blood. 
 
 You know you Mother meanes to feaft with me, 
 
 And calls herfeife Revenge; and thinkes me mad. 
 
 Hearke Villaines, 1 will grin’d your bones todutt, 
 
 And with your blood and it, Ie makea Pafte, 
 
 And of the Pafte a Coffen I will reare, 
 
 And make two Patties of your fhamefull heads, 
 
 And bid that {trumpet your unhallowed Dam, 
 
 Like tothe earth {wallow her owne increafe- 
 
 This is the Feaft, that T have bid her to, 
 
 And this the Banquet the fhall furfet on, 
 
 For worfe then Philome/ you utd my Daughter, 
 
 And worfe then Progue, [ will be reveng’d, 
 
 Ane now prepare your throats : Levisia comes 
 
 Receivethe blood, and whenthat they are dead 
 
 Let me goe grig’d their Bones to powder fmall, 
 
 And with this hateful Liquor temper it, 
 
 Anid in that Pafte let their vild’d Heads be bakte, 
 
 Come, come, be ever one oilicions, 
 
 To make this Banker, whichI with might prove, 
 
 More fterneand bloody thenthe Centaures Feaft. 
 He cuts their throats. 
 
 So now bring them in, for Tle play the Cooke, 
 
 And fee them ready, gainft the Mother comes. &xennt 
 
 Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes, 
 
 Luc. Vnckle Adarcus, fince’tismy Fathers minde 
 That I repaireto Rome, I amcontent. 
 Goth. And ours with thine befall, what fortune will. 
 Lae, Good Vockle take you inthis barbarous 7Zeore, 
 This Ravenous Tiger , this accurfed devill, 
 Let him receive no fuftenance, ferter himy 
 Till be be brought unto the Emperours face, 
 For teftimony of his foule proceedings, 
 And fee the Ambufh of our Friends be ftrong, 
 If ere the Emperour meanes no good tous. 
 Aaron. Some devill whifper curfes in my eare, 
 And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth, 
 The Venemous Malice of my {welling heart. 
 Lac.. Away inhumane Dogge, Vuhailowed Slave, 
 Sirs helpe our Vnckle, to convey him in, Flouri(h. 
 The Trumpets fhew the Emperour is at hand. 
 
 SoundT rumpets. Enter Emperour, and Ewspreffe, with 
 Tribanes and othe. 
 
 Sat. What, hath the Firmament more Sans then one? 
 Lac. What bootes itthe to call thy felfe a Sunne ? 
 Mar. Romes Emperourand Nephew breake the parly 
 Thefe quarrels maft be quietly debated, : 
 The Feaft is ready which the carefull Tseme, 
 
80 The Tragedy of Titus eA ndronicus. 
 ‘ . . 
 rdained toan honourable end When with his folemne tongue he did difcourfe 
 Hench Sorc: for League, and good to Rome : To love-ficke Didoes fad attending care; 
 | Pleafe you therefore draw nye and take your places. The ftory of that baleful burning night, | ches 
 | Satur. Marcus we will. Hoboyes. | When fubtill Greekes furpriz’d King Préams 1 roy: 
 | A Table brought in. Tell us what Séxon hath bewicht our eares, 
 Enter Titus like a (Cocke, placing the meat on the Or who hath brought the fatall engine in, 
 Table. and Lavinia with avale | That gives our Troy, our Romethe civill wound. 
 ver her ‘face. | My heartis not compact of flint nor ftecle; 
 Titus. Welcome my gracious Lord, 1 | Nor can Futter all our bitter griefe, 
 | Welcome Dread Queene, | But floods ofteares will drowne my Oratory; 
 | Weicome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome Lucius, And breake my very vttrance, even in the time 
 And welcome all : alchough the cheere be poore, When it fhould move youtoattend memoft, _ 
 | Twill flilyour ftomackes, pleafe you cat oft. Lending your kind hand Commiferation, 
 | Sat. Why art thou thus attir’ d Androutcus ? Heere isa Captaine, let him tell the tale. ; 
 | Tit. Becaufe I would be fure to haveall well, Your hearts will throb and weepeto heare him fpeake. 
 | To entertaine your Highnefle, and your Empreffe. Luc. This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you, ~ 
 Tam. We are bcholdingto you good Andromcus. That curfed Chiron and Demetrius : : 
 Tit. And if your highnée knew my heart, you were: | Were they thit murdred our Emperours Brother, 
 My Lord the Emperour refolve me this, And they it were that ravifhed our Sifter, 
 Was it well done of rath Virgentus , For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded, ; ? 
 To flay hisdaughter with his owne right hand, Our fathers teares defpif*d, and bafely coufen d, 
 Becaute fhe was enfor’ft, ftain’d, and deflowr'd ? Of thar true hand that fought Romes quarrell out, 
 Satur. It was Andronicus. And tent her enemies unto the grave. 
 Tit. Your reafon, Mighty Lord? Laftly, my {elfe unkindly banifhed, 
 Sat. Becaufe the Girle, fhould not furvive her fhame, | The gates fhut on me, and turn’d weepingout, / 
 
 And by her prefence ftill renew his forrowes. 
 Tit. Areafon mighty, ftrong, anceffectuall, W ho drown’d their enmity in my true teares; 
 
 A patterneyprefident,and lively warrant, Andop’d their armes to imbrace meas a Friend ¢ 
 
 For me (moft wretched ) to. performe the like : And I am turned forth, be it knowneto you, 
 
 Dye, dye, Lavinia, and thyiaaime with thee, That have preferv’d her well fare in my blood, 
 
 And with thy fhame, thy Fathers forrow dye. And from her bofome tooke the Enemies point, 
 
 He kils her. Sheathing the fteele in my adventrous body. 
 Sat. What haft thou done, unnaturall and ankind ? Alas youknow,I am no Vaunter I, 
 
 Tit.Kild her for whom my teares have made me blind. | My {cars can witneffe, dumbe although they are, 
 Tam as wofull as Vir ginins was, That my report is juft and full of truth : 
 And have athoufand times more caufe then he. But foft, me thinkes I doe digrefle too much, 
 Sat. What was the ravifht? tell who did the deed, Cyting my worthlefle praife : Oh pardon me, 
 For when no friendsare by, men praife themfelves. 
 
 Tit; Wilt pleafe you eat, fy 
 Wiit pleafe your highneffe feed ? Marc. Now ismy turne to {peake: Behold this Child, F 
 
 Tam.Why hatt thou flaine thine onely Daughter thus? | Of this was T amora delivered, 
 
 Tit. NotI, twas (hiron, and Demetrius. The ifive ofan Irreligious AZvore, 
 
 They ravifht her, and cut away her tongue, Chiefe Architect and plotter of thefe woes, 
 And.they, twas they, that did her allthiswrong- The Villaine is alive in Tims houfe, 
 
 Satur. Goe fetch them hitherto us prefently. And ashe is, to witneffe this is true. 
 
 Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pye, Now judge what courfe had Tits to revenge 
 Whereof their Mother dantily hath fed, Thefe wrongs, unfpeakeable paft patience, 
 Eating the flefh that fhe herfeife hathbred- Or more then any living man could beare. 
 
 Tis true, tis true, witnefle my knives fharpe point. Now you have heard the truth, whatfay you Romanes? 
 He ftabs the Ewspreffe. | Have wedone oughtamiffe? thew us wherein, 
 
 Satu. Dye franticke wretch for this accurfeddeed. | And from the place where you behold us now; 
 
 Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed? The poore remainder of Andronicus, 
 
 Theres meede for meed, death for a deadly deed. Willhand in hand all headlong caft us downe, 
 
 (Mar. You fad fac’d men,people and Sonnes of Rome; | And onthe ragged {tones beat forth our braines, 
 
 By uprorce fever'dlike a flight of Fowle, And make a mutuall clofure of our houfe; 
 
 Scattred by windes and high tempettuons guefts : Speake Romanes fpeake, and if you fay we fhall, 
 Oh let me teach you how, to knitagaine _ Loehand in hand, Lacins and I will fall. 
 Thisfcattred Corne, into one mutuall fheafe, Emil. Come come, thou reverent man of Rome, 
 Thefe broken limbs againe into one body. 
 
 To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies, 
 
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 And bring our E sently in thy hand 
 
 Goth, Let Rome herfelfe be bane unto herfelfe, >. Lusins oc Geiperser Gar act A oe sss 
 And fhe whom mighty kingdomes curfie to, The common voyce doe cry it fhall be fo. 
 Likea foriorne and defperate caftaway, Mar. Lisias, all haile Romes Royall Emperout, 
 Doe fhamefull execution on her felfe- Goe, goe into old Titus forrowfull houfe, 
 But if my frofty fignes and chaps of ages. And hither hale that misbelieving AZoore, 
 Grave Witnefles of true experience, To be adjudg’d fome direfull flaughtering deaths 
 Cannot induce you toattend my words, As punifhment for his moft wicked life. 
 Speake Romes deere friend, as’erft our Ancefter; 
 
 Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Governour- 
 
The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus. 81 
 
 © Lnc. Thankesgentle Romans, may I governe fo, 
 To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe. 
 
 But gentle people, give me aymea-while, 
 
 For Nature puts me to a heavy taske : 
 
 Stand ali aloofe, but Vickie draw you neere, 
 
 To fhed obfequious teares upon this Trunke : 
 Ohtakethis warme kiffe on they pale coldlips, 
 
 Thefe forrowfull drops upon thy blond-flaine face, 
 
 The laft true Duties of thy Noble Sonne. 
 
 Mar. A teare for teare, and loving kiffe for kifle, 
 Thy brother Marcus tenders onthy Lips : 
 
 O were the fumme ofthefe that I fhould pay 
 Countlefle, andinfinit yet would I pay them. 
 
 Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of us 
 To melt in fhowres : thy Grandfire lov’d thee weil : 
 Many atime he danc’d thee on hiskneg: 
 
 Sung thee afteepe, his Loving Breft,thy Pillow: 
 Manya maatter hath he told tothee, 
 
 Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancy : 
 
 Inthat refpect then, like a loving Childe, 
 
 Shed yet {ome {mall drops trom thy tender Spring. 
 Becaufe kinde Nature doth requireit fo : Rss 
 Friends fhoula affociate Friends, in Griefe and Woe 
 Bid him far well, commit him tothe Grave, 
 
 Doe him that kindnefle, and take leave of him. 
 
 Boy. O Grandfire, GrandGire : even with all my heart 
 Would I weare Dead, fo you did Live againe. 
 
 OLord, I cannot {peake to him for weeping; 
 My teares will chokeme. if I opemy mouth. 
 
 _Romanes. You fad eAndrowici, have done with woes, 
 Give fentence on this execrable Wretch, 
 That hath beene breeder of thefe dire events, 
 Lac. Set him breftdeepein earth, and famith him : 
 There let him ftand, and rave,and cry for foode : 
 If any one releeves, or pitties him, 
 For the offence, he dyes. This isour doome : 
 Some ftay, to fee him faftned in the earth. 
 Aaron. why fhould wrath bé mute,and fury dumbe? 
 Tam no Baby I, that with bafe Prayers 
 I fhould repent the Evils I have done. 
 Ten thoufand worfe, then ever yet I did, 
 Would I performe if I might have my will: 
 If one good Deed in all my life I did, 
 I doe repent it from my very Soule. 
 Lucs. Some loving Friends convey the Emperor hence, 
 And give him buriall in his fathers graves 
 My Father, aud Lavisia, fhall forthwith 
 Be clofed in our Houfholds Monument ¢ 
 As for rhat heynous Tyger Zamora, , 
 No funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds: 
 No mournfull Bell fhall ring her Buriall : 
 But throw her forth to Beatt and Birds of prey = 
 Her life was Beaft-like, and devoid of pitty; 
 And being fo, fhall have like want of pitty- 
 See Iuftice done on e4aren that damn’d Moore, 
 For whom, aur heavy bappee had their beginning : 
 Then afterwards, to Order well the State, 
 That like Events, may ne're it Ruinate. E-eunt omnes. 
 
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 THE TRAGEDIE OF 
 
 RO MEO and IV LIE ¥F. 
 
 Actus Primus. ScenaPrima 
 
 Enter Sampfon and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers, 
 ofthe Honfe of Capulet. 
 
 Sampfon, 
 = a) Regory: A my word we'll not carry coales. 
 oN GS Greg. No, for then we fhould be Colliars. 
 A} Samp.1 meane, ifwe bein choller, we'll draw. 
 Greg. 1, while youlive, draw your necke out 
 o'th Collar. 
 Samp. | {trike quickly, being mov’d. ; 
 Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to trike. 
 Samp. A dog of the houfe of Mountague, moves me. 
 Greg. To move, is to ftir: and to be valiant, is to ftands 
 Therefore, if thou art mov’d, thourunft away. 
 
 Samp. A dogge of that houfe fhall move meto ftand, 
 
 I will take the wallof any Man or Maid of Mosstagues. 
 
 Greg. That fhewes thee weake flave, for the weakeft 
 goes tothe wall. 
 
 Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker 
 Veffells,are ever thruft to the wall: therefore 1 will puth 
 Mowntagnes mentrom the wall, and thruft his Maides to 
 the wall. (their men. 
 
 Greg. The Quarrell isbetweene our Mafters, and us 
 
 Samp. Tisall one, I will thew my felfe atyrant: when 
 Ihave fought with the men, I will be civill with the 
 Maids, and cut off their heads. 
 
 Greg. The heads of the Maids ? 
 
 Samp. I,the heads of the maids,or their maiden-heads, 
 Take ic in what fence thon wilt. 
 
 Greg. They mafttake it in fence, that feele it. 
 
 Samp. Methey fhatl feele while {am abje to ftand: 
 And tis knowne I ama pretty peece of ficth. 
 
 Greg. Tis wellthou art not bith : if thou had’ft, thou 
 had’ ft beene poore Iohn.Draw thy Toole, here comes of 
 the Houfe of the (Mowntazues, = 
 
 Enter two other Servingmen. 
 Sam.My naked weapon is out:quarrel,1 wil backe thee 
 Gre. How ? Turnethy backe; and run. 
 “Sam. Feare menot. 
 
 Greg. Nomarry :I fearethee. 
 
 Samp. Let us take the Law of our fides:let them begin 
 Gr.I wil frown as pafle by & let thé take it as they lift 
 Sam.Nay, as they dare.I will bite my Thumbeat them 
 
 which isa difgrace to them, if they beare it. 
 
 Abra. Doeyoubite your Thumbe at vs fir? 
 Sam. 1 doe bite my Thumbe, fir. 
 
 Abra. Doe you bite your Thumbe at us fir? 
 Sam. Is the Law of our fide, if I fay 1? 
 
 Gre. No 
 
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 Samp.No fir, I doe not bite my Thambe at you fir : but 
 I bite my Thumbe fir. 
 Greg. Doe you quarrell fir ? 
 Abra, Quarrell fir? no fir. (asyou. 
 Sam.1f youdoe fir,.am for you,] ferve,as good aman 
 Abra. Nobetter ? Sam. Wellfire 
 Enter Benvolio. é 
 Gre Say better:here comes one of my matters kinfmen 
 Sam. Yes,better. 
 Abra. You Lye. 
 Samp, Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy 
 wathing blow. They fight, 
 Ben, Part Fooles put vp your Swords, you know not 
 what you doe. 
 
 Enter Tibalt. — 
 Tyba. Whatart thou drawne, among thefe heartleffe: 
 
 Hindes ? Turne thee Benveko, looke upon thy death * 
 
 Ben. I doe but keepe the peace, put up thy Sword, 
 Or manage it to part thefe men with me. 
 
 Tyb. What draw, and talke of peace ? I hate the word 
 As hate hell, all Afowntagues,andthee: 
 Have at the Coward. Fight. 
 
 Enter three or fowre Citizens with Clubs. 
 
 Offic. Clubs, Bils, and Partifons, ftrike, beat them down” 
 
 Downe withthe Caps/ts, downe withthe eunragues 
 
 Enter old Capulerin his Gown,and bis Wife. d 
 
 Cap. Whatnoife is this? Give me my long Sword ho. d 
 
 Wife. A crutch, a crutch : why call you fora Sword ? 
 Cap. My Sword I fay: Old AZountagne is come, 
 And Slourifhes his Blade in {pight of me. , 
 
 Enter old Monnagwe, and bis wife. 
 
 Moun. Thou villaine Capulet. Hold me not,fet me gor 
 
 2.Wife. Thou fhaltnot ftirre a foote to feekea Foe 
 
 Enter Prince E skales; with bis Traine. 
 
 Prin Rebellious Subjects, Enemies to peace, 
 Prophaners of this Neighbor-ftained Steele, el 
 Will they not heare? W hat hoe, you Men, you Beafts, 
 That quench the fire of your permtions Rage, ' 
 With purple Pountaines iffuing from-your V eines: 
 On paine of Torture, from thefe bloody hands 
 Throw your miftemper'd Weapons to the'ground, 
 And heare the Sentence of your moved Princes 
 Three civill Broyles, bred ofan Ayery word, 
 
 By thee old Capulet aid Vounrague, 
 
 Have thrice difturb’d the quiet of our fireets, 
 And make Verona’s ancient Citizens 
 
 Calt by their Grave befeeming Ornament, 
 To wield old Partizans, in handsas old, 
 
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 Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate; 
 ff ever you difturbe our ftreets againe, 
 Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace. 
 For this time all the reft depart away : 
 You Capyfet fhall goe along with me, 
 And (Mountagne come you this afternoone, 
 To know our Fathers pleafure in this cafe 
 Toold Free-towne, our common judgemenit place: 
 Once more on paine of death,allmendepart. Axeunt. 
 Moun, Who fet this ancient quarrell new abroach ? 
 Speake Nephew; were you by, when it began? 
 Ben. Heere werethe fervants of your adverfary, 
 And yours clofe fighting ere I did approach, 
 Idrew to part them, in the inftant came 
 The fiery Tibad, with his {word prepar’dj 
 Which as he breath’d defiance to my cares, 
 He {wong about his head, and cut the windes, 
 Who nothing hurt withall, hift him in{cerne, 
 While we were enterchanging thrufts and blowes, 
 Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 
 Tillthe Prince came, who parted either part. 
 Wife. O where is Romeo, faw you him to day ? 
 Right gladam I, he was notat this fray. 
 Bes. Madam, an houre before the worfhipt San 
 Peer'd forth the golden window of the Eatt, 
 A troubled mind drave me to walke abroad, 
 Where underneath the grove of Sycamour, 
 That Weft-ward rootech from this City fide 
 
 Socarely walking did I fee your Sonhe ; 
 
 Towards him I made, but he was ware of me; 
 And ftole into the covert of the wood, 
 I meafuring his affections by my owne, : 
 Whichthen moft fougbt,w here moft might not be found 
 Being one too many by my weary felfes 
 Perfued my honour, not perfuing his 
 And gladly fhunn’d, who gladly fled from me. 
 (Moust. Many a morning hath he there beene feene, 
 With teares augmenting the frefh mornings deaw, 
 Adding to clondes, more ¢loudes with his deepe fighes, 
 But all {o foone as the all-cheeringSunne, 
 Should in the fartheft Eaft begin to draw 
 The fhady Curtaines from eAureras bed, 
 Away from light {tales home my heavy Sonne, 
 And private in his Chamber pennes hitntelfe, 
 Shuts up his windowes, lockes faire day-light out, 
 And makes himfelfe an artificial night : 
 Blacke and portentous mutt this humour prove, 
 Vnieffe good counfell may the caule remove. 
 Ben. My Noble Vucle doe you know the caufe? 
 Monn. I neither know it, hor can Jearne of him. 
 Ben, Have you imyportun’d him by any meanes? 
 Moun. Both by my felfe and many other Friends; 
 But he his owne affections counfeller, | 
 Isto himfelfe (I will notfay how true) 
 But to himielfe fo fecret and fo clofe, 
 So farre from founding and difcovery, 
 Asis the bud bit with anenvious worme, 
 Ere he can {pread his {weet leaves to the ayre, 
 Or dedicate his beauty tothe fame- — 
 Could we but learne from whence his forrowes grow, 
 We wouldas willingly give cure, as know. 
 Enter Romeo. 
 Bes. See where hé comes, fo pleafe you ftep afide, 
 Ile know his greevance ,Or be much denide, 
 Moun. { would thou wert fo happy bythy flay, 
 To heare true fhrift. Come Madamlet’s away. E-vennt. 
 
 Ben. Good morrow Contin. 
 Rom. Is the day fo young? ' 
 Ben. But new ftrooke nine. 
 Kom. Aye me, tad houres feeme long : 
 Was that my Father that went hence {o faft ? 
 Ben. Ye was: what fadneffe lengthens Remeos houres ? 
 
 Ro. Not having that which having ,makes them fhort 
 
 Ben. Inlove. 
 
 Rom. Out, 
 
 Ben. Oflove. 
 
 Roms Qut of her favour where I amin love. 
 
 Bex. Alasthat love fo gentle in his view, 
 Should be fo tyrannons and rough in proofe. 
 
 Rom. Alas thatlove, whott view is muffled ftill, 
 Should without eyes, fee path-wayes to his will : 
 Where fhall we dine ? O me : what fray was heere ? 
 Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all : 
 
 Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loves 
 Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, 
 
 Oany thing, of nothing firft create: 
 
 O heavy lightneffe, ferious vanity, 
 
 Mifhapen Chaos of welfeeming formes, 
 
 Feather of lead, bright fmoake, cold fire, ficke health, 
 Still-waking fleepe, chat is not what itis: 
 
 This love feele I, that feeleno love in this. 
 
 Doeft thou not laugh? 
 
 Ben, NoCoze, I rather weepe. 
 
 Rom. Good heart, at what ? 
 
 Ben. At thy good hearts oppreffion. 
 
 Rom, W hy {uch is loves tranf{greffion. 
 Griefes of mine owne lye heavy in my breaft, 
 Which thou wilt propagate to have it preaft 
 With more of thine, this love that chou haft fhowne, 
 Doth adde more griefe, to too much of mine owne. 
 Love, is a {moake made with the fume of fighes, 
 Being purg’d, a fire {parkling in Lovers eyes, 
 Being vext, a Sea nourifht with loving teares, 
 W hat is it elfe ?. a madnefle, moft difcreet, 
 Achoking galls and a preferving fweet : 
 Farewell my Coze. 
 
 ‘Ben. Soft 1 will goealong. 
 And if you leave me fo, you doe me wrong. 
 
 Rom. Tut Thave lof my felfe, 1am not here, 
 This is not Romeo, he’s fome other where. 
 
 Ben. Tellme in fadnefle, whoisthat youlove? 
 
 Ron. What thall 1 grone and tell thee ? 
 
 Ben. Grone, why no : but fadly tell ne who. 
 
 Rem. A ficke man in good {adnefle makes his will : 
 O; word ill urg’d to one that is fo ill: 
 
 In fadneffe Cozin, I doe love a woman. 
 
 Ben. Laym’d fo neare, when I fuppos’d you lov'd. 
 
 Rom. Aright good marke man, and fhes faire [love, 
 
 Ben. Aright faire marke, faire Coze, istoonett hit, 
 
 Rom. Wellin that bit you miffe, fheeil not be hit 
 With Cupids arrow, fhe hath Diass wit - 
 
 And ia ftrong proofe of chaftity well arm’d : 
 
 From loves weake chiidifh Bow, fhe lives uncharm’d. 
 She will not ttay the fiege of loving tearmes 
 
 Nor bid th’incounter of affailing eyes. 
 
 Nor ope her lap to Saint-feucing Gold: 
 
 O the isrich in beauty, onely poore, 
 
 That when fhe dyes, with beauty dyes er tore. 
 
 Ben. Then fhe hath fworne, that fhe will ftill live chaft ? 
 
 Rom. She hath, andin that {paring makes huge waft ? 
 For beauty flery'd with her feverity, 
 Cuts beauty off from all pofterity. 
 
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| She is too faire, too wife wifely too faire, 
 | Tomerit bliffe by making me difpaire : 
 She hath forfwornetolove, and inthat vow 
 Doe I live dead, that live to tell it now. 
 
 Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to thinke of her. 
 Rom. Q teach me how I fhould forget to thinke. 
 
 Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes, 
 Examine other beauties. 
 Rom. Tisthe way tocall hers (exquifit) in queftion 
 Thefe happy maskes that kifle faire Ladies browes, 
 | Being blacke,putsus in mind they bide the faire : 
 | Hethat is ftroaken blind, cannot forget 
 | The precious treafure of his eye-fight loft : 
 | Shew mea Miftreffe that is pa fling faire: 
 | What doth her beauty ferve butasa note, - 
 Wherel may reade who pa‘t that pafling faire. 
 | Farewell thou can’ft not teach me to forget. 
 
 Ben, Tle pay that doctrine,or elfe dye indebt, Exennt. | 
 
 Enter Capulet, County Paris, ana the Clowne. 
 Capn. Mountague is bound as wellas }, 
 In penalty alike, and tis not hard I thinke, 
 For men fo old as we, to keepe the peace. 
 Par. Of honourable reckning are you both, 
 And pitty tis youliv’d at odsfolong : 
 But now my Lord, what fay youto my fute ? 
 Caps. But faying ore what I have faid before, 
 My Child is yet a itranger in the world, 
 Shee hath not fecne the change of fourteene yeeres, 
 Let twomore Summers wither in their pride, 
 Ere we may thinkz herripeto be a Bride. 
 Par. Younger then fhe,are happy mothers made. 
 Capz. Andtoo foone mar’dare thofe fo carly made : 
 Earthup hath fwallowed all my hopes but fhe, 
 1 She is the hopefull Lady of my earth: 
 | But wooe her gentle Pars, get her heart, 
 My will to her confent, is but a part, 
 | Aud fhe agree, within her {cope of chaife, 
 Lyes my confent, and faire according voyce : 
 This night I hold an old accuftom’d feaft, 
 Wheretol hare invited many a Gueft, 
 Such as love, and you among the ftore, 
 One more, matt welcome makes my number more : 
 | At my poore houfe, looke to behold this night, 
 | Earth-treading ftarres, that make darke heaven light, 
 Such comfort asdoelufty young men feele, 
 When well apparrel‘d Aprill oa the hecle 
 Of limping W inter treads, cuen fuch delight 
 Among frefb Female bads fliall you this night 
 Inherit at my houte : heare all, ail {ee ; 
 And like ber moft, whole merit moft thall be : 
 Which one more view, of many, mine being ore, 
 My ftand in number, though in reckning none. 
 Come, goe with me : goe firrah trudge about, 
 Through faire Verona, find thofe perfons ont, 
 W hofe names are written there, and to them fay, 
 My honfe and welcome, ontheir pleafure ftay, Exit. 
 j Ser. Findthem out whole names are written. Heert it 
 | is written, that the Shoo-maker fhould meddle with his 
 ' Yard, and the Tayler with his Laft, the Fifher with his 
 } Penfill, and the Painter with his Nets. ButIam fent to 
 | find thofe perfons whofenamesare writ, and can ‘never 
 | find what names the writting perfon hath here writ (1 
 | muittothe learned ) in good time. 
 Enter Benvolio, asa Romec. 
 Bes. Tut man, one fireburnes out anothers burning, 
 One paine is lefned by anothers anguith : 
 
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 arr err eterna meter eens 
 
 The Tragedy of Romeo and Fuliet. 
 
 (more, 
 
 Turne giddy, and be holpeby backward turning : 
 One defparate griefe, cures with anothers languifhs 
 Take thor fome new infection to the eye, 
 And the ranke poyfon of the old will dye. 
 Rom. Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that, 
 Ben. For what I pray thee ? 
 Rom. Foryour brokenfhin: 
 | Bea. Why Romeoart thoumad? 
 | Rom. Not mad, but bound morethen a mad mans: 
 | Shut up in prifon, kept without my foode, 
 | Whipt and tormented : and Godden good fellow. 
 | Ser, Godgigoden,I pray fir can yowread ? 
 | Kom. | mineowne fortune in my mifery. 
 | Ser, Perhaps you have learn’d it withoutbooke 4 
 | ButI pray can youread any thing you fee? 
 | Rom. 1, if 1 know the Letters and the Language. 
 | Ser. Yefay honeftly, reftyoumerry. 
 | Kom. Stay fellow, I can read. 
 | Hereades the Letter. 
 S Eigneur Martino, and is wife and daughter: County An-\ 
 | D/elme and his beautious fiffers: the Lady widdow of Virn- 
 | vio, Seigneur Placentio,and bis lovely Neeces: Mercutioand 
 his brother Valentine, mine uncle Capulet his wife and daugh- 
 ters : my faire Neece Rofaline, Livia, Seigneur Valentio, and 
 his Cofen Tybalt: Lucio and thelively Helena. 
 A faire aflewbly, whither thould they come? 
 Ser. Vp. 
 Rom. Whither ? to fupper ? 
 Ser. To our houfe. 
 Rom. Whole houfe? 
 Ser. My Maifters, 
 Rom. Indeed I fhould have askt you that before. 
 Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My mafterjis 
 the great rich Capwlet, andif you be not of the houfe of 
 (Mountagues 1 pray come andcruth acup of wine: Reft 
 you merrys Ext 
 Ben. Atthis fame ancient Fealt of Cupaters, 
 Sups the faire Rofatiae, whomthou fo love s 
 Withall the admired Beauties of Verona, 
 Goe thither and with unattainted eye, 
 Compare her face with fome that I thall thow, 
 | And I will make thee thinke thy Swana Crowe 
 | _ Rom. Whenthe devout religion of mine eye 
 | Maintaines fuch falfhood, then turne teares to fire's 
 And thefe who often drown'd could never dye, 
 Tranfparent Heretiques be burnt forliers. 
 One fairer then my love !theall-{eeing Sun 
 | Nerefaw her match; fince firft the world begun. 
 | Ben. Tut Tut, you faw her taire, none elfe being by, 
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 Herfelfe poyfd with herfelfe in either eye: 
 But inthat Chriftall fcales, letthere be waid, 
 Your Ladies love againft {ome other Maid 
 That! will fhow you, fhining ar this Feat, 
 And fhele thew {cant, well, thar now fhewes beft. 
 Rom. Ile goe along, no {uch fight to be fhowne, 
 But to rejoycein {plendor of mine owne. 
 Enter Capulers wife and N urfe. 
 Wifes Nurfe wher’s my daughter? call her forth to me. 
 Nurfe. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelve yeare old 
 I bad her come,what Lamb: what Ladi-bird ,;God for bid, 
 Where’s this Girle ? what Jwiet ? 
 ; Enter Inliet. 
 Tuhiet. low now, who calls? 
 XN-v#r. Your Mother. 
 Juliet. Madam Iam heere, what is your will ? 
 Wife. This isthe matter : Nurfe give leave a while,we 
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 mutt talke in {ecret.Nurfe come backe againe,I have re- 
 memibredsne, thou’fe heare onr councell. Thou knowelt 
 my daughter’s of a prety age. 
 Nurje. Faith 1 can tell herage unto an houre. 
 Wife, Shees not fourtecne. 
 Nurfe. le lay foureteenc of my teeth, 
 And yet to my teeth be it fpoken, 
 1 have but foure, fhees not fourteene, 
 How long is it now to Lammas tide? 
 Wife. A fortnightand odde dayes, 
 Narfe, Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come 
 
 Lammas Eve at night fhall fhe be fourteene.S#/az and fhe, | 
 
 Godreft all Chriltian foules, were of an age. Well Sa/an 
 is with God, fhe was too good forme. But as laid on 
 Lammas Exe at night fhall fhe be fourteene, that fhall fhe 
 marie, remember it well. Tis fince the Earth-quake now 
 eleven yeares, and fhe was wean'd I never fhall forget it, 
 ofall the daies of the yeare, upon that day : for I hadthen 
 laid Worme-wood to my Dug fitting inthe Sunne under 
 the Dove-houfe wall, my Lord and you were then.at 
 Adantua, nay 1 doe beareabraine. Butas Ifaid, whenit 
 did taftthe Worme-wood on the niple of my Dugge, 
 and felt it bitter, pretty foole, to fee it teachie, and fail out 
 withthe Dagge, Shake quoth the Dove-houfe,’t wasno 
 ncedeI trow to bid mee trudge : and {incethat time it 1s 
 eleven ycares, for then fhe could ftand alone, nay bi’th 
 roode fhe could have runne,and wadled all abour:for even 
 the day before fhe broke her brow, and then my Husband 
 Godbe with his{foule, a was amerrie man, tooke up the 
 Child, yea quoti hee,doeft thou fall uponthy face? thou 
 wilt fail backeward when thou haft more wit, wilt thon 
 not faler2 And by my holy-dam, the pretty wrctchlefte 
 crying,and {aid 1: to {eenow how a left {hall come about. 
 I warrant, & | {hall live athoufand yeares, I never fhould 
 forget it : wilt thou not /a/et quoth he?and pretty foole it 
 ftinted,and faid I. 
 Old La. Inough of this I pray the hold thy peace. 
 
 Nurfe. YesMadam, yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to 
 thinke it fhould leave crying, & fay I: and yet } warrant 
 it hadupon it brow, a bumpe as big'asa young Cockrels 
 fone? A perilous knock ,and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth 
 my husband, fall’ vpon thy face, thou wilt fall backs 
 ward when thou commeft to age : wilt thou not /uéet It 
 ftinted;and {aid I. 
 
 iule, And ftintthoutoo 1 pray the Naye,lay 1. 
 
 Nur. Peace I have done :God marke thee to his grace 
 thou was the pretieft Babe that ere I murft, and I might 
 live to fee thee maried once,I have my with. 
 
 Old La. Marry that marryis the very theame 
 I came to talke of ,tell me'daughter Zafer, 
 
 How flands your difpofition to be Married? 
 
 Juli, Ivis an houre that Idreame nov of. 
 
 Nwr. An houre,were not I thine onely Nasfe, I would 
 fay thou had{t fackt wifedome from thy teat. 
 
 Old La. Well thinke of marriagenow,younger then you 
 Heere in Varena,Ladies of efteeme, 
 Ate made already Mothers. By my count, 
 Iwas your Mother,much upon thefe yeares 
 That youware now maide,thus then in briefe: 
 The valiant Parés feel.es you for his love: 
 
 Nurfe. A man young Lady, Lady, fucha man as all 
 the world. Why hee’sa man of waxe. 
 
 Old.La: Veronas Summer hath not {cha flower. 
 
 Narfe. Nay hee's a flower, in faith a very flower. 
 
 Old Le: What fay.you. can you love the Gentleman? 
 This night you thall behold him at our Feat, 
 
 | Read ore the volume of young Pars face, 
 
 | And fiad delight, writthere with Beauties pent 
 
 Examine every feverall liniament, 
 
 And fee how one another lendscontent: 
 
 | And what obfcar’d in this faire volumelies, 
 
 Find written in the Margent of hiseyes, 
 
 This precious Booke of Love,thisunbound Lover, 
 
 To Beavtifie him;onely lacks a Cover. 
 
 The fith lives in the Sea, and’tis much pride 
 
 For faire without, the faire withinto hide: 
 
 That Booke in manies eyes doth thare the glory, 
 
 That in Gold clafpes,Lockes in the Golden ftorie: 
 
 So fhall you fhare all that he doth pofleffe, 
 
 By having him,making your felfe-noleffe. 
 RN urfe. No leffe,nay bigger :women grow by mén. 
 Old Ls. Speake briefly,can youlike of paris love '. 
 luli. Ie looke to like,if looking liking move. 
 
 But no more deepe will I endart mine eye, 
 
 Then your confent gives ftrength to makeit flye, 
 
 Enter a Serving man, 
 
 Ser, Madam,the guelts are come, fuppet ferudup,you 
 cal’d,my young Lady askt for,:he Nurfe gur{tin the Pan- 
 tery,and every thing in extremitie:1 muft henceto wait, I 
 befeech you follow ttraight. Ext. 
 
 (Mo. We follow thee, Juliet, the Countie ftaies. 
 
 Nae. Goe Girle,fecke happie nightsto happie daies. 
 : Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Romeo, Ader cutio, Bennolio with five or fixe 
 other Maskers,T orch-bearers. 
 
 Rom. What fhall'this fpeech be {poke for our excufe? 
 Or fhall we on without Apologie ? 
 
 Ben. The date is out of {uch prolixitie, 
 Weele have no Capid,hood winkt witha skarfe, 
 Bearing’a Tartars painted Bow of lath, 
 Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper. 
 But letthem meafure us by what they will. 
 Wecle meafure them 2 meafure, and be gone. 
 
 Rom. Give mea Torch,| amnot for this ambling. 
 Being but heavy 1 will beare the lights 
 
 Mer, Nay gentle Romeo, we mutt have you dance, 
 
 Rom. Not I beleeve me,you have dancing fhooes 
 With nimble foles,Thavea fole of Lead 
 So ttakes me to the ground, I cannot move. 
 
 Mer. Youarea Lover,borrow Cupids wings, 
 
 And foare with them above a common bound. 
 
 Rom. Lam too fore impearced wich his thaft, 
 To foare with his light feathers,and to bonds 
 I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe, 
 
 Vnder loves heavy burthen doe I finke. 
 
 Hora. And to finkein it fhould you burthen love; - 
 Too great oppreffion for a tender thing. 
 
 Rom. Is loveatenderthing? itis too rough, 
 
 Too rude,too boy tterous,and it pricks lie thorne: 
 
 » Mer. Iflove be rough with you, berough with love, 
 Pricke love for pricking,and you beaté'love downe, 
 Give me a Cafeto put my vilage in, 
 
 A Vifor for a Vilor,what care I 
 
 What curious eye doth quote deformities : 
 
 Here arethe Beetle-broives thall bla{ia for mes 
 
 Ben. Comeknocke and enter,and id foonerin, 
 Butevery man betake him to hislegs. 
 
 Rom. A Torch fof me,tet wantons light of heart 
 Tickle the fenceleffe rnfhes with their heeles : 
 For Iam proverb’d with a Grandfier Phrafe, 
 lie be a Gandle-holder and looke on, 
 
 The game was nere fo faire,and Iam done. 
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 Mer. Tut.dunsthe Moufe,the Conftables owne word, 
 If thou art dun,weele draw thee from the mire. 
 Or fave your reverence love, wherein thou ftickeft 
 Vp tothe eares, come we burne day-light ho. 
 Roms. Nay that’snot fo- 
 Mer. \ meane fir I, delay, 
 We waft our lights in vaine, lights,lights,by day 5 
 Take our good meaning, for our Judgement fits 
 Five times in thatere once in our fine wits. 
 Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske, 
 But ’tis no wit to go. 
 Mer. Why may oneaske? 
 Rom. \dreampt adreameto night. 
 Mer. And fo did I. 
 Rom. Well what was yours? 
 Mer. That dreamers often lie. 
 Rom, Inbeda fleepe while they.dodreame things true, 
 «Mer. © then I fee Queene Mabhath beene with you: 
 She is theFairies Midwife,and fhe comes in fhape no big- 
 ger chen Agat-ftone, onthe fore-finger of an Alderman, 
 drawne with ateeme of liccle Atomics, over mens nofes 
 as they lie afleepe + her Waggon Spokes made of long 
 Spinners legs ; the Cover ofthe wings of Grafhoppers, 
 her Trace of the {malleft Spiders web, her collars of the 
 Moone fhines watry Beames, ber W hip of Creckets bone, 
 the Lath of filme, her Waggoner, afmall gray coated 
 Gnat, not halfe fo bigge asa round little Worme, prickt 
 from the Lazy- finger of a woman. Her Chariot isan €pty 
 Hafelnut, made by the loyner Squirrell or old Grub, time 
 } outa mind,the Faries Choach-makers:and in this flate fhe 
 gallops night by night,through Louers braines sand then 
 they dreame of Love-OnCountries knees,that dreame on 
 Curfies ftrait: ore Lawiers fingers, who ftrait dreame on 
 Fees , ore Ladieslips, who firait on kiffes dreame, which 
 oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues, becaufe their 
 breath with Sweet meats tainted are. Sometime fhe gal- 
 lops orea Courtiers nofe,and then dreames he of fmelling 
 out afwitesand fometime comes fhe witha Tith pigstale, 
 tickling aParfons nofe as he lies afleepe,then he dreams of 
 another Benefice. Sometime fhe driveth ore a Souldiers 
 necke,and then drcames he of cutting Forraine throats,of 
 Breaches, Ambufcados, Spanith Blades : Of Healths fine 
 Fadome deepe,and then anon drums-in bis eares,at which 
 he ftarts and wakes,and being thus frighted, {wearesa 
 prayer or two & fleeps againe: this is that very Mab thar 
 plats the anes of Horfes in the night:and baks the Eif- 
 locks in foule fluttith haires, which once untangled,much 
 misfortune bodes. 
 This isthe hag, when Maides lie on their backs; 
 T hat preffes them,and learnes them firft to beare, 
 Making them women of good carriage: 
 This is fhe 
 Rom. Peace,peace, Alercetio peace, 
 Thou talk’{t of nothing. ) 
 Mer. True | talke of dreames: | 
 Which are the children of an idle braine, 
 Begot of nothing, but vaine phantafie, 
 | Which isas thin of fubltance as the ayre, 
 And more inconftant thenthe wind, who wooes 
 Even now the frozen bofome of the North: 
 And being anger’d, puffes away from thence, 
 Turning his fide to the dew dropping South. 
 Ben. This wind youtalke of blows vs from our felves, 
 Supper is done and: we fhallcome too late. 
 Rom. I feare too early, for my mind mifgives, 
 Some confequenceryct hanging intheftarres, 
 
 ‘The Tragedy of Romeo and Fulet. 
 
 Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date 
 With this nights revels,andexpirethe tearme 
 Of a defpifed life cloi’d in my brefts 
 
 By fome vile forfeit of untimely death, 
 But he that haththe ftirrage of my courfe, 
 Direct my fute.: on lufty Gentlemen. 
 
 Ben. Strike Drum. 
 
 They march abcut the Stage, and Serningmen come forth 
 with their napkin. 
 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Ser. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? 
 He fhift a Trencher? he fcrapea Trencher. 
 
 1. When good manners, fhall lye in one or two mens 
 hands, and they unwafht too, tis a foule thing. 
 
 Ser, Away with the loynftooles, remove the Court. 
 cubbord, looke to the plate: good thou, fave me a peice 
 of Marchpane,andas thouloveft me, let the Porter letin 
 Sufan Grindffone, and DK gil, Anthonseand Potpan- 
 
 2. I Boy ready. 
 
 Ser. Youare lookt for,and cal’d for,askt for and fought 
 
 for, in the great Chamber. 
 I. Wecannot be here and there too,chearly Boys, 
 Be briskea while, and the longer liver take all. 
 
 Exennt. 
 Enter ak the Guefts wad Gentlewomen to the 
 Maskers. 
 1. Caps. Welcome Gentlemen, 
 Ladiesthat have their toes 
 Viplagu’d with Cornes,will walke about with your 
 Ah me Miftreffes, which of yon all 
 Willnow deny to dance? She that makes dainty, 
 She Ile fweare hath Cornes: am I come neare ye now? 
 Welcome Gentlemen , I have feene the day 
 That I have worne a Vifor, and could tell 
 A whifpering tale ina faire Lacieseare: 
 Such as would pleafe: ’tis gone, tis gone, tis gone, 
 Yonare welcome Gentlemen, come Mafitians play: 
 Muficke plaies: and the dante. 
 A Hall, hill, give roome, and foore it Girles, 
 More light ye knaves, and turne the Tables up: 
 And quench thefire, the Roome is growne too hot. 
 Ah firrah,this unlookt for {port comes well : 
 Nay fit,nay fit, 00d Cozin Capulet, 
 For youand I are paft our dauncing dayes : 
 How long ’ift now fince laft your felfe and I 
 Were in a Maske 
 2. Caps, Berlady thirty yeares. 
 1. Capu. What man: ’tis not fo much, 'tis not fo much, 
 Tis fince the Nuptiall of Lasensso. 
 Come Penticoft as quickly asit will, 
 Some five and twenty yeares,and then we Maskt. 
 2° Cap. “Tismore,’tis more, his Sonne is elder firs 
 His Sonne is thirty. 
 3» Cap. Will youtell me that? 
 His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. 
 Rom, What Lady isthat which doth in rich the hand 
 Of yonder Knight? . 
 Ser. Tkonwnot fire ; 
 Rom. © fhedoth teach the Torches to burne bright: 
 Her Beauty hangsupon the cheeke of night, 
 Likea rich Iewelin an Athiops care : 
 Beauty too rich for ufe,for earth too deare: 
 So fhewes aSnowy Dove trooping with Crowes, 
 As yonder Lady ore her fellowes fhowes? 
 The meafure done. Ie watch her place of ftand, 
 And touching hers, make bleffed my mdehend, 
 
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 Did my heart love till now,forfweare it fight, 
 For I never faw erne Beauty tillthis night. 
 
 Tib. This by his voyce,fhould-be a Mountague. 
 Fetch me my Rapier, Boy,what dares the fiave 
 Come hither coverd with an antique face, 
 
 To ficere and {corne at our Solemnity? 
 Now by the ftocke aud Honour of my kin. 
 To ftrike him dead I holdin nota fin. 
 
 Cap. Whiy liow now kinfman, 
 
 herefore forme you fo? 
 
 Tt. Vuciethisisa Mountague, our foes 
 A Villaine that ishither come in {pight, 
 
 To fcorne at our Solemnity this night. 
 Cap. Young Romeois it? 
 Tw. Tis beschat Villian Romeo. 
 (ap- Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone, 
 Abgares bim like a portly'Gentleman: 
 And to fay truth, Verona brags of him, 
 To be a vertuousand well govern’d youth: 
 I would not for the wealthofallthe towne, 
 Here in my houfe doe him difparagement: 
 Therefore be patient,take no note of him, 
 It is my will, the which if thourefpect, « 
 Shew afaire prefence,and put off thefe frownes, 
 Anjli beteeming femblance fora Feaft . 
 Tid. It fics when fuch a Villaine isa guek; 
 He not endure him. 
 Cap. He {hail be endur'd. 
 What goodmenboy,I fay he thall, goto, 
 Am | the Maitter here or you? goto, 
 Youle not endure him,God thall mend my foule, 
 Youle makea Mutiny among the Guefts : 
 You will fercocke a hoope,youle be the man? 
 
 Tib. Why Vncle*tisa fhame. 
 
 Cap. Goto, go tos 
 You are a {awcy Boy, tis fo indeed? 
 
 This tricke may chance to {cath you,1 know what, 
 You mult contrary me,marry ‘tis time. 
 
 W ciifaid my hearts, you area princox,goe, 
 
 Be quiet or more light,for fhame, 
 
 Ile make you quiet. What,chearely my hearts. 
 
 Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting, 
 Makes my fiefhtremble in their different greeting: 
 
 I will withdraw, but this intraéion fhall 
 Now feeming {weet, conuert to bitter gall. 
 
 Rom, If i propbane with my vnworthieft hand, 
 This holy fhrine, the gentle fin 1s this, 
 
 My lips two blufning Pilgrims ready fland, — 
 
 Tofmooth that rough toach,with a tender kiffe. 
 lu. Sood Pilgrime, 
 
 You de wrong your hand. too much, 
 
 Which manne;ly devotion fhewes inthis, 
 
 For Saints have hands,that Pilgrimesstand doe touch, 
 
 And palineto palme,is holy Palmers kiffe. 
 Rom, Have not Saints lips, and holy Palmerstoo? 
 tuli. } Pilgrim, lips that they muf otein prayers 
 
 Kom. O then deare Saint ict lips do what hands doe, 
 They pray (graunt thoi icaft faith turne to difpaire. 
 
 duis, Saiats doe not move, 
 
 Though gaunt for prayersfake. ; 
 
 Pom. Then wove not while my prayers effect doe take: 
 
 Thus from my lips, by thine my fin is purg’d. 
 Iuli. Then have my lips the fin that they havetooke, 
 Rom. Sin from'my lipsO trefpafie fweetly vrg'd: 
 Give me my fin againe, 
 Inti. You kiffle by’th’booke. 
 
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 | Nur. Madam your Mother craves a word with your 
 
 Rom. W hat is her Mother, 
 | — Nurfe, Marry Batcheler, 
 | Her Mother is the Lady of the houfe, 
 | And a good Lady,anda wife,and Vertuous, 
 | 1 Nur’ft her Daughter that you taike withalls 
 | Itell you,he that can lay holdof her, 
 | Shall have the chincks, 
 Rom Is thea (apuler? 
 | Odeare account! My life is my foes debt. 
 | Ben Away,,be gone,he {part isatthe beft. 
 Rom, I {01 fearesthe more is my unreft. 
 Cap, Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone, 
 We have atrifling foo.ifh Banquet towards: 
 Isit€'ne fo? why thenI thanke youall. 
 I thanke you honeft Gentlemen.good night: 
 More Torches here come on,then let’s to bed. 
 | Ahfirra,by my faie it waxeslate. 
 Ile to my reft. 
 Jal. Come hither Nurfe, 
 What is yond Gentleman: 
 Nur, TkeSonne and Heire of old Tyberio. 
 Jali. What's he that now is going out of doore? - 
 RNgr. Marry that I thinke be young Petruchio. 
 Tut. \W hat’s he that follows here that would not dance? 
 Nur. I know not. 
 Juli. Goaske his name;ifhe be maried, 
 My grave islike to bemy wedding bed. 
 Wr. His nameis Romeo,anda Mountagus, 
 | Theonely Sonne ofourgreat Enemy. ~ 
 | _ #4. My onciy Lovefprung from my onely hate, 
 Too early feene,unknow,and knowne, too late, 
 Prodigions birth of Love it isto me, 
 That | mutt lovea loathed Enemy. 
 Nur. What's this?what’s this? 
 ful. Arime, I learnd even now 
 Of one I dan’ft withall. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 One calls within, lulie. 
 X4r. Anon,anon: 
 Come let's away, the ftraungers all are gone. 
 Exennt 
 ( horus; 
 Now old defire doth in hisdeath-bed lye, 
 And young affection gapes to be his Heire, 
 That faire for which Love gron’d for and would dye, 
 With tender /wliet matcht, is now not faire. 
 Now Romeois beloved and Loues againe, 
 A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: 
 But to his foe fuppos’d he mut complaine, 
 And the fteale Loves {weet bait from fearefull hookes. 
 Being held a foe,he may not have accefle 
 To breath {uch vowes, as Lovers ufe to fweare; 
 And theas miuch in Love, her meanes much lefle, 
 To meete her new Beloved any-where: 
 But paffion lends them Pdwer,time,meanesto meete, 
 Temp'ting extremities with extreame {weete. 
 Enter Romeo alone. 
 Rom, Can.I goe forward when my heart is here? 
 Turne backe dull earth,and find my Centour out. 
 Enter Benuolio, with Mercutio. 
 Ben. Remeo,my Cozen Romeo,Romeo. 
 Mere. He is wile, 
 Andon my life hath ftolne him home to bed. 
 Ben. He ran this way,and leapt this Orchard wall. 
 Call good Mercatio : 
 Nay,lle coniure too. 
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 g T he Tragedy of Romeo and Fuket. 
 
 Mer, Romeo,Humours, Madman,Paffion,Lover, 
 Appeare thon in the likenefle ofa fight, 
 Speake but one time,and I am jatished: 
 Cry me but ayme,Couply but Love and day, 
 Speake to my gofhip Venus one faire wer, 
 One Nickname for her purblind Senne and her, 
 Young Abraham Cupid he that fhot fo true, 
 When Kiug Cophetus lov'd the begger Maid, 
 He heareth not,he ftirreth not, he meveth not, 
 The Ape isdead,and I matt coniure him, 
 I coniure thee by Refalines bright eyes, 
 By her high forehead,2nd her Scarlet lip, — ; 
 By her fine foote, Straight leg aut Quivering thigh, 
 And the Demeanes,thatthere Adiacent lie, 
 That in thy likenefle thou appeare tO se ; 
 Ben. Andif he heare thee thou wilt anger him. 
 Mer. This cannot anger him, t' would anger him 
 To raifea {pirit in his Miftreffe circle, 
 Of fome ftrange nature, letting itthere ftand 
 Till fhe had laid it, and conjur’d it downe, 
 That were fome {pight. ee 
 My invocation is faire and honeft,and in his Miftris name 
 I conjure onely but to raife'up him. 
 Ben. Come, he hath hid himfelfe among thefe Trees 
 Tobecontorted with the Hamerons night : - 
 Blindis his Love, and beft befits the dare. 
 (Mer. If Love be blind, Love cannot hit the marke, 
 Now willhe fit under a Medler tree, .° : 
 And with his Miftreffe were that kind of Fruite, 
 ‘As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone, 
 O Remeo that fhe were, O that fhe were 
 An open, or thou a Poprin Peare, 
 Romeo goodnight,lle to my Truckle bed, 
 This Ficid-bed is too cold for meto fleepe, 
 Come fhall we go? 
 Ben. Go then, for tisin vaine to fecke him here———— 
 That meanes not to be found. Exeunt 
 Rom, He ieafts at Scarres that never felt a wound, 
 But foft, what light through yonder window breaks? 
 It is the Ealtjand /wietis the Sunne, 
 Arifefaire Sun and kill the envious Moone, 
 Who is already ficke and pale with greife, 
 That thou her Maid art far more tairethen the: 
 Be not her Maid fince fhe isenvious, 
 Her Vettalllivery isbut ficke and greene, 
 And none but fooles do weare it,caft it off 
 Itis my Lady,O it ismy Love,O that fhe knew fhe were, 
 She {peakes, yet fhe faies nothing; what of that? 
 Her eyedifcourfes, I will an{were it: 
 Lam too bold ‘tis not to me fhe {pcakes: 
 Twoof the faireft flarres in alithe heaven, 
 Haning fome bufineffe do entreat her eyes, 
 To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne. 
 What if her eyes were there,they in ber head, 
 The brightneffe of her checke would fhame thofe ftarres, 
 As day light doth a Lampe, her eyein heaven, 
 Would through the ayrie Region ftreame fo bright, 
 That Birds would fing andthinke it were not nights 
 | See how the leanes her checke upon her hand. 
 O that I werea Glove upon that hand. 
 That I might touchthat checke. 
 Ini. Ay me. 
 Rom. She {peakes. 
 Oh fpeake againe bright Angel!,forthou art. 
 Asgloriousto this night being ore my head, 
 As isa winged meffenger of heaven 
 
 Vnto the white upturned wondering eyes 
 
 Of mortallsthat fall backe to gaze on him, 
 
 When he beftrids the lazy putting Clouds, 
 
 And failes upon the bofome ef the ayres 
 Iuli. © Romeo,Romeo,wherefore art thou Romest 
 
 Deny thy Father and refufe thy names 
 
 Or ifthou wiltnot,be but{worne my Love, 
 
 And Iie no longer be a Capalet. 
 Rom. Shall 1 here more, or fhall Ifpeake atthis 
 Iu, Tis but thy name that is my Enemy = 
 
 Thou art thy felfe, though not a AZoumtague, 
 
 What's (Mounrague? it is nor hand nor foote, 
 
 Nor arme, nor face,O be fome orher name 
 
 Belonging toa man. : 4 
 
 Whats ina name? that which we calla Rofe, -° - 
 
 By any other word would {mell as{weete, 
 
 So Romeo would,were he not Remeo cal’d, 
 
 Retaine that deare perfection which he owes, 
 
 Without that title Romeo,doffe thy name, 
 
 And for thy name which is no partof thee, 
 
 Take all my felfe, 4 
 
 Rom. I takethee at thy word: : 
 Call me but Love, and Ile be new baptiz’d, 
 Hence foorth I never will be Romeo. . 
 
 Jui. What man art thou, that thus befcrecn’d in nigh 
 So ftumleft on my councell? x 
 
 Rom. By a name, 
 
 1know not how to tellrhee who Tam: 
 
 My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my felfe, 
 
 Becanfe it isan Enemy to thee, 
 
 Had Lit written, I wouldtearethe word, 
 luli. My eares have yet not drunkea hundred words 
 
 Of thy tongues uttcring, yet ] know the found. 
 
 Art thou not Romec,and a( Mowntague? 
 
 Rom, Neither faire Maid, 1f either thee diflikes 
 
 Tuli. How cam’ft thou hither. 
 
 Tell me ,and wherefore? 
 
 The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, 
 
 And the place death,confidering whothou art, 
 
 Hany of my kinfmen find thee here, 
 
 Rom. With Loves light wings 
 
 Did I ore-perch thefe Waals, 
 
 For ftony limits cannot hold Love out, 
 
 And what Love can do, thatdars Love attempts 
 
 Therefore thy kin{menare no ftopto me- 
 
 Iuli. lf they doe fee thee,they will murther thees 
 
 Rom. Alacke there lies m ore perillin thine eyes 
 Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but {weete, 
 And I am proofe againft their enmity. 
 
 Inti. 1 would not forthe world they faw thee heres 
 
 Rom. Uhavenights cloaketo hide me from their eyes 
 And but thou love me, let them finde me here, 
 
 My life were better ended by their hate, 
 Thendeath proroged wanting ofthy Love. 
 
 Tuli. By whofe direction found’tt thou out this place? 
 
 Rem. By Love that firft did prompt me to enqniss 
 He lent me counfell,and Ilenthimeyes, > 
 Tam no Pylot,yet wert thou as far 
 Asthat vatt-fhore:wathd with the fartheft Sea, 
 
 I thould aduengure for fuch Marchandife, ie | 
 
 Inlis Thou knoweft the maske of nightis on my Facey} 
 Elfe would a Maiden bluth bepaint my cheeke, a 
 Forthat which thon haft heard me {peake to nights 
 Faine would I dwell on forme, faine,taine,deny on 
 What I have {poke but farewell Complements 
 Doeft thou Love?O I know thon wilt fay 1, 
 
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 And 
 
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ert petace oe De ee 
 
 And I will take thy word,yet if thou {wear ft, 
 Thou maieft prove falfe at Louers perjvries 
 They fay Sone laughes,oh gentle Romeo, 
 Ifthon doft Love, pronounce it faithfully : 
 Orif thou thinkeft Iam too quickly wonne, 
 Ile frowne and be pernerfe, and fay thee nay, 
 So thou wilt wooe: But «lfe not for the world. 
 In truth faire AZountague { amtoo fond: 
 And therefore thou mayeft thinke my haviour light, 
 But truft me Gentleman, le prove more true, 
 Then thofe that have more coyning to be {trange, 
 I fhould have beene more ftrange | mutt confeffe, 
 But that thon over heard’ft ere I was ware 
 My true Loves paffion, therefore pardon me, 
 And not impute this yeelding to light Love, 
 Which the darke night hath fo difcovered, 
 Rom. Lady,by yonder Moone Lvow: 
 That tips with filver all thefe Fruite-tree tops. 
 Juli. © {wearenot by the Moone,th inconftant Moone, 
 That monethly changesin her circled Orte, 
 Leaft that thy Love prove likewife variable. 
 . Kom. Wat halt I {weare by? 
 fuli « Donot {weare at all: 
 Or if thou wilt {weare by thy gratious felfe, 
 Which isthe God of my Idolatry, 
 And Ile beleeve thee. 
 Rom. if my hearts deare love-———— 
 luli. Well do not {weare although J ioy in thee, 
 Thave no ioy of this contract tonight, 
 Ttis too rafh,too unadvif'd,too fodden, 
 Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to be 
 Ere, one can fay,it lightens,Sweete good night: 
 This bud of Love by Summersripening breath. 
 May prove a beavtcous Flower when next we meete: 
 Goodnight: goodnight, as {weete repofe and reft, 
 Cometo thy heart, as that within my breft. 
 Rom. O wilt thou leave me founfatisfied? 
 Tals, What fatistaction can’ ft thou have to night? _ 
 Rom. Th’exchange of thy Loves faitbfull vow of mine, 
 inti. | gave thee mine before thou did’ft reqheft it: 
 And yet I would it were togiveagaine, 
 Rom. W ould’ft thou withdraw it, 
 For what purpofe Love? : 
 Tis. But to be franke arid give it thee againe; 
 And yet { with but for the thing I have, 
 My bounty is‘as boundleffe as the Sea, 
 My Love as deepe, the more I give to thee 
 The more I have,for bothare Infinite. 
 I heare fome noyte within deare Love adues 
 
 Cals within. 
 Anon good Narfe, {weet (Montagne be trae: 
 Stay butalitrle, I will come againe. 
 
 Rom, O bicfied bleffed night,! amafear'd 
 Being in night, allthis.is buta dreame, 
 Too flattering {weet to be fubftantiall. 
 
 Ju. Three words deare Reweo, Enter. 
 
 - And goodnight indeed, 
 ‘ Hthat thy bent of Love be Honourable, 
 
 Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to morrow: 
 
 By One that Ile procuretocome tothee, re 
 
 Where and what time thou wilt performe the right, 
 
 _ all my Fortunes at a ae ce ap, B® - 
 
 And fo Lord throughoutthe world. «.* . 
 llow thee nay g ste gn ae 
 
 Tcome,anon:but if thou meaneft not well, 
 
 Ido befeech thee. 
 
 : The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. 
 
 Within: Madam 
 (By and by I come) 
 Toceafe thy ftrife,and leayeme to my griefe, 
 +0 morrow willl fend. 
 Row. Sothrive my foule. 
 4als. A thoufand times good night. 
 Exit, 
 Rom. A thoufandtimesthe worfeto want: thy light, 
 Love goes toward Love as {choole-boys fromtheir books 
 But Love from Love,towards{choole with heavy lookes, 
 
 Enter lalser Againe. 
 
 ‘uli. Hilt Romeo hilt: O for a Falkners voice, 
 Tolure this Taffell gentle backe againe, 
 Bondageis hoarfe, and may not {peake aloud, 
 Elfe would I teare the Cave where Eccho lies, 
 And make her ayry tongue more hoarfe,then with 
 Therepetition of my Romeo, 
 Rom. Itis my foule that callsupon my name. 
 How filver fweete, found Lovers tongues by night 
 Like foftett Muficketo attending cares. 
 Tuli. Romeo. 
 Rom. My {weete. 
 Ix. Whataclocke to morrow 
 Shall 1 fend to thee? 
 Rom. By the houre of nine. 
 Juli. Lwillnot faile, *tistwenty yeares tillthen, 
 Ihave forgot why I did call thee backe, 
 Rom. Let meiftand here till thou remembér it. 
 Juli, I thall forget.to have the ftili ftand there, 
 Remembring how I Love thy company. 
 Rom. And Ile ftill ftay,to have thee ftill forget, 
 Forgetting any othername but this. 
 {#li. ’Tis almoft morning, I would have thée gone, 
 And yet no further then a wantons Bird, - 
 That let’s it hop a little from his hand, 
 Like a poore prifoner in his twifted Gyves, 
 And with a filken thred plucks it againe, 
 So loving lealous of hisliberty. 
 Rom. I would I were thy bird. 
 This Sweet fo would I, 
 Yet I fhould kill thee wich much cherithing: 
 Goodnight,goodnight. 
 Rom. Parting isfuch fweete forrow, 
 That] thall fay goodnight, till it be morrow. 
 Inli, Sleepe Swell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breft 
 Exit. |. 
 Bom. Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweettoreft, } 
 The gray ey’d morne {miles on the frowning night, 
 Checkring the Eafterne Clouds with ftreaks of light, 
 Anddarkenefle fieckel’d like a drunkard reeles, 
 From forth dayes pathway,made by Tétans wheeles, 
 Hence. wilI to my ghoftly Friers clofe Cell, 
 His helpeto crave,and my deare hap to tell. 
 Exit, 
 
 ~ Enter Frier alone with a basket. 
 
 Fri. Now ere the Sun advance his burning eye, 
 The day to cheere, and nights danke dew te dry, 
 I mutt upfill this Ofer Cage of ours , 
 With balefull weedes, and precious Iuiced fiowers, 
 The earth that’s Natures mother, is her Tombe, 
 What is her burying grave that isher wombe: 
 And from her wombe children ofdivers kind 
 
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We fucking on her naturall bofome find: 
 
 Many for many vertues exellent: 
 
 None but for fome, and yet all different. 
 
 Omickle isthe powerfull grace that lies 
 
 In Plants, Hearbs,ftones,and their true qualities: 
 
 For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth live. 
 
 But to the earth fome {peciall good doth give. 
 
 Nor ought fo good, but ftrain’d from that faire vfe, 
 
 Revolts from true birth, {tumbling on abufe. 
 
 Vertue ic {elfe turnes vice being mifapplied. 
 
 And vice forhetime by action dignified. 
 
 Enter Romeo. 
 
 Within the infant rin’d of this weake flower, 
 
 Poyfon hath refidence, and medicine power: 
 
 For this being {melt, with that part cheares each part, 
 
 Being tafted flayes all fences with the heart. 
 
 Two {uch oppofed Kings encampe them ftill, 
 
 In man as well as Hearbs grace and rude will: 
 
 And where the worfer is predominant, 
 
 Full foone the Canker death eates up that Plant, 
 
 Rom.Good morrow Father. 
 Fri. Benedicite. 
 
 What early tongue fo fweet falutethem? 
 
 Young Sonne, it arguesa diftempered head ; 
 
 So fooneto bid good morrow to thy bed; 
 
 Care keeps his watch in every old matis eyes 
 
 And where Care lodgeth, fleepe will never lye: 
 
 But whereunbrufed youth with unftuft braine . 
 
 Doth couch his lims, there, golden fleepe doth raigne ; 
 
 Therefore thy earlineffe doth me aflure, 
 
 Thou art upronz'd with fome diftemprature 3 
 
 Or if not fo,then here I hit it right. 
 
 Our Romeo. hath not beene in bed to night. 
 
 Rom. That latt is true, the {weeter relt was mine. 
 Frie- God pardon fin:waft thou with Rofaline? 
 Rom, With Rofalme,my ghoftly Father? No, 
 
 I have forgot that name, and that names woe. 
 Fri.That’s my good Son, bat where haft thou bin then? 
 Rom. Me tell thee ere thou aske it me agen; 
 
 I have beene feafting with mine enemy, 
 
 Whereon a fudden one hath wounded me, 
 
 That’s by me wounded : both our remedies 
 
 Within thy helpeand holy phificke lies: 
 
 I beare no hatred. bleffed man: for loe 
 
 My interceffionlikewife fteads my foe- 
 
 Fri. Be plaine good Son, reft, homely in thy drift, 
 
 Ridling confeffion, finds but ridling fhrift. 
 
 Rom. Then plainely know my hearts deare Love is fet, 
 
 On the faire daunger of rich Capalet : 
 
 As mince on hers. {0 hers is fet on mine; 
 
 And all combin’d, fave what thou mutt combine 
 
 By holy marriages:when and wher e,and-how, 
 
 We met,we wooed, and made exchange of vow: 
 
 Ietell the as we pafle, butthis I pray, 
 
 That thou confent to marry usto day. 
 
 Pri. Holy $, Francis, what a change is here? 
 
 Is Rofaline that thou didft Love fo deare 
 
 So foone forfaken? young mens Love then lies 
 
 Nottruely in their hearts, dat in theit eyes. 
 
 Tefu AZaria, whata deaie of brine 
 
 Hath wathtthy fallow cheeckes for Rofaline? 
 
 How much fait water throwne away in. walt, 
 
 To feafon Love that of it doth not raft. 
 
 The Sunnot yet thy fighes,from heaven cleares 
 
 Thy old grones yet ring in my auncient eares: 
 
 1 Lo here upon thy cheecke the ftaine doth fir, 
 
 The Tragedy of ‘Romeo and Fuliet. 
 
 i i ipa OLA LEAT TL et ee 
 
 | dares, being dared. 
 
 | a Lovefong, thevery pinne.of his heart, clefe with the 
 
 Of an old teare that.is not wafht off yet. 
 If ere thou waft thy felfe and thefe woes thine. 
 Thou and thefe woes, wereall for Rofalsne. 
 
 And art thou chang’d? pronounce this fentence then 
 Women may fall, when there’s no ftrength in men, 
 Rom. Thou chid’ft me oft for loving Rofalne, 
 
 Fri. For doting not for loving pupillmine. 
 
 Rom. And bad’tt me bury Love. 
 Fri. Not ina grave, 
 To lay one in another out to have, 
 
 Roms. I pray thee chide me not, her [Love now 
 Doth grace for grace, and Love for Love allow; 
 The other did not fo. 
 
 Fri. O fhe knew well, 
 
 Thy Love did read by rote, that could not fpell : 
 But.come young waverer, come goe with me, 
 In one refpect. Iethy afiftant bes 
 
 For this alliance may {6 happy prove, 
 
 To turne your houfhold rancord to pure Love. 
 
 Rom, O letus hence, ftand on fudden haft. 
 
 Fri. Wifely and flow, they ftumble thar run fait. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 Enter Benuolio and Mercutio. 
 
 Mer. Where the devile fhould this Romeobe? came he 
 nothome to night? 
 
 Ben. Notto his Fathers, fpoke with hisman. 
 
 Mer, Why that me pale hard-harted wench, that Ro 
 faline torments him fo, that he will fare run mad. 
 
 Ben. Tibalt, the kinfman to old Capulet, hath fenta Let- 
 ter to his Fathers honfe. 
 
 Mer. A challenge on my life. 
 
 Ben. Romeo will an{were it. 
 
 Mer. Any man that can write, may anfwerea Letter. 
 
 Bin, Nay he willan{were the Letters Maifter how he 
 
 | Ader. Alas poore Romeo, he is already dead,ftab’d with 
 a white wenches biacke eye, rnnne through the eare with 
 
 | blind Bowe-boyes-but-fhaft, and is hea man to encounter 
 | Tybalt? 
 
 Ben, Why what is Tybalt? f 
 Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee’s the Couragr- 
 ous Captaine of Complements : he fights as you fing 
 
 prickfong, keepstime. diftance, and proportion, he refts | 
 
 his minum, one,two,and the third in your bofome: theve- 
 ry butcher ofa filke button, a Dualift, a Dualifta Gentle 
 man of the very firft houfe of the firft and fecond caufesah 
 the immortall Paffado, the punto reverfo,the Hay. 
 
 Ben. The what? ; 
 
 Mer. The Pox of fuch antique lifping affecting phan 
 tacies,thefe new tuners of accent: Iefu a very good blade, 
 a very tall man, a very good whore. Why isnot thisala- 
 mentablething Grandiire,that we fhould be thus 4 acted 
 with thefe ftrainge flies: thefe fafhion Mongers,thefe pat 
 don-mee’s, who ftand fo much on the new Form,that the 
 cannorfit at cafe on the old bench. O their bones, thelt 
 bones. 
 
 Enter Roméo. 
 Ben: Here comes Remeo, here comes Romeo. 
 
 Mer. Without his Roe,like a dried Hering-O fits | 
 fleth, how art thou fithified? Now is he for the numbers | 
 
 that Petrarch flowedin: Laurato his Lady wasa keirchen 
 
 wench,marry fhe hada better Loveto berime her ¢4 
 
 adowdy, CleopatraaGipfic, Hellen and Hero, hildings 
 
 and harlots:7haby a gray cie or fo,but not to the purpe ° 
 
 Signior Romeo ,Bonionr,theres a French falutation ora 
 i 
 
 Jae ee ea 
 
ee 
 
 French flop: you gaveus the counterfeit fairely laft night. 
 Romeo. Good-morrow to you bot, what counterfeit 
 
 did I give yow? 
 
 Mer. The flip fir, the flip,can you not conceive? 
 
 Rom, Pardon CUercutio, my bufineffe was greatjand in 
 fuch.a cafe aSmine, a man may ftraine courfie. 
 
 Mer. That's as muchas to fay,fuch a cafe as yours con- 
 {trains a man to bow in the hams. 
 
 Rom, Meaning to courtefie. 
 
 ‘Mer, Thou haft moft kindly hit it: 
 
 Rom. A mott courteous expofition. 
 
 Mer, Way. 1 amthe very pinck of courtefie. 
 
 Rom, Pinke for flower: 
 
 Mer. Right. 
 
 Rom. W by then is my Pump well flowr'd. 
 
 Mer. Stiré wit.tollow me this ieaft, now till thou haft 
 Worne out thy Pump, that when the fingle fole of it is 
 worne, the icalt may remaine after the wearing, fole- 
 {ingular. 
 
 Kom. O fuiglefol’dicat, 
 
 Soly fingular for the fingleneffe. ie 
 Mer. Come betweene us good Besuolio, my wit faints, 
 Row. Switsand f{purs, 
 
 Switsand {purs,or Le criea match. 
 
 : Mer. Nay, if oir wits fun the Wild-Goofe chafe, fam 
 
 done : For thou haft more of the Wild-Goofe in one of 
 
 i thy wits, then ¥ am {ure I have in my whole five. Was I 
 
 y '|_~withyou there for the Goofe? 
 
 | Rom, Thou was never with mefor any thing, when 
 
 thon watt nor there for the Goofe. 
 
 eMer, I will bitethee by the eare for that ieft. 
 
 Rom: Nay,good Goo‘e bite not. 
 
 CMer, Thy witis avery bitrer-fweeting 
 It is a moft fharpe fawce. 
 
 “ Rom. Andis it not well ferv’d intoa fweet-Goofe? 
 
 Mer. Obhere’sa wit of Cheverell,that ftretches from 
 an yneh narrow, toan eli broad. 
 
 u Rom.\ ftretch it out for that word,broad,which added 
 
 4 to the Goofe, proves the farre and wide, abroad Goole. 
 Mer. Why isnot this better now, then groning tor 
 
 Love, now art thou fociable, now art thou Romes: now art 
 
 thon what thouart, by Artas wellas by Nature, for this 
 
 Y driveling Love islikea great Naturall, that runs lolling 
 
 i upand downe to hide his bable ina hole. 
 
 i Ben. Stop there, flop there- 
 
 Mer. Thou defir'ft me to ftop in my tale againft the 
 
 Ben. Thou would’ elfe have made thy tale large,(haire. 
 
 (Mer. thou artdeceiv’dsI would have made it fhort, 
 
 i or I was come to the whole’ depth of my tale, and meant 
 
 indeed to occupy the argument no longer. 
 
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 Enter Nurfe and her man, 
 
 The Tragedy of Romeo and juket. 
 
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 Neer. Out upon you:what a man are you? 
 
 Rom. One Gentlewoman, 
 
 That God hath made, himfelfe to, mar. 
 
 Nar. By mytroth icisfaid, for himfelfe to, mar quo- 
 tha Gentleman , can any of yon tell me where Imay find 
 the young Romeo? : 
 
 Romeo. I can tell you: but young Romeo willbe older 
 when you have found him, then he was when you fought 
 him: Tam the youngeft of rhatnamie,for fault of a worfe. 
 
 Nyer. Youtay well. : 
 
 (Mer, Yeais the worft well. 
 
 Very weil tooke: Ifaith, wifely, wifely; 
 
 Nur. lf yoube he fir, 
 
 I defire fome confidence with you? 
 
 Beau. She will envite him to fome Supper. 
 
 Mer. A band,a baud, a baud. So ho. 
 
 Rom. W hat haft thou founde 
 
 Mer, No Hare fir, unleffe aHere fir ina Lenten pie, 
 that is fomeérhing ftaleand hoare ere it be fpent, 
 An old Hare hoare, and an old Hare hoareis very good 
 meatin Lents 
 Buta Hare that is hoareis too much fora {core, whenit 
 hoares ereit be {pent 
 Romeo will you come to your Fathers? Weeleto dinner 
 thither. 
 Rom. Iwill follow yous 
 Mer. Farewellauncient 
 Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady. 
 
 Lady : 
 
 Exit. Uercutio, Benkose. 
 
 Nur. T pray you fir, what fawcie Merchant was this 
 that was fo full of his ropery? 
 
 Rom. A Gentleman Nurfe, that loves to here himfelfe 
 talke,and will fpeake more in a minute, then he wili-ftand 
 to ina Moneth. 
 
 Nur, Anda {peakeany thing againft me, Iletake him 
 downe,and a were luftier then he is, andtwenty fach Tacks: 
 and if I cannot; He find thofethat fhall: feuruie knave , I 
 am none of his furt-gils, lam none of his skaines mates 
 and thou muft ftand by too and fuffer every knaveto ufe 
 me at his pleafure. 
 
 Per. Liaw no man ufe youat his pleafure: if I had, my 
 weapon fhould qiickly have beene out, I warrant yon, I 
 dare draw. affoone as afother maa, if I {ee occafion ina 
 good quarrell, and the law on my fide 
 
 Nar.Now afore God,lam fo vext,that every part about | 
 me quivers, skurvy knave: pray you fir a word: and as1 
 told you my young Lady bidme enquire you out, what 
 fhe bid me fay I will keepe to my felfe : but firft let me 
 tellye, ifye fhould lead her ina fooles paradife, as they 
 fay, it were a'very groffe kind of behaviour, as they fay : 
 for the Gentlewomen is yong:and therefore if you fhould 
 deale double with her, truely it were’an ill thing to be of- 
 
 3 fered to any Gentlewoman, and very weake dealing, 
 Rom. Here’s goodly geare. Rom. Nurfe commend me to thy Lady aid Miftrefle, I, 
 A fayle,a Giukes: ie " proteft onto thee—— 
 Pee Tw 9. twora Shirt and a Smocke: Nur.Good heart, and Ifaich I will tell her as mach: 
 oe tee Pcned Lord,Lord the wiilbe‘aioyfull woman. 
 # Fete: “hewn Rom. What wilt thon tell her Murf? thou doeft not 
 Nur. Fan Peter? marke me? 
 ae ey Paw to hide her face? Nur. I willtell her fir, that youdoproteft, which as! 
 For Bes Fats the fairer face? take it, isa Gentleman-like offer. (afternoone, 
 Nur Gad 1egood morrow Gentlemen. Rom. Bid her devile fone meanes to come to thrift this 
 Me God fe cooden faire Gentlewomen, And there fhe fhall at Frier Lawrence Cell. 
 Shee Saas > Befhriv’d and married: here is for thy paines. 
 y ' Mer.’Tis no jefe P tell you: for the bawdy hand of the — ps: scr io nota —— 
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 Nur. This afternoone fir? well the fhall be there. 
 
 Re. And ftay thou good Nurfe behind the Abbey wall, 
 Within this houre my man fhall be with thee, 
 
 And bring the Cords madelike a,tackled ftaire, 
 Whichrothe high top gallant of my toy. 
 Mutt be my conuoy in the fecret night. 
 Farewell,be trufty and Ile quite thy paines: 
 Farewell,commend me to thy Miltreffe. 
 
 Dr. Now Godin heaven bleffe thee: harke you fir , 
 
 Rom. Whatfaift thoumy deare Nurfe? 
 
 Nur/e. Isyour man fecret, did you nere heare fay two 
 may keepe councell putting one away. 
 
 Rom. I warrant thee my man astrucas fteele. 
 
 Nur. Well fir,my Miltrefleis the fweeteft Lady,Lord, 
 Lord, when twas alittle prating thing, O there1s a No- 
 ble man in Towne one Paris, that would faine lay knife a= 
 board: but fhe good foule had as leeve fee a Toade. avery 
 Toade as fee him: I anger her {ometimes,and tell her chat 
 Pari isthe properer man but lle warrant you,when I fay 
 fo thee, lookes as pale asany clout in the verfall world, 
 Doth not Rofemary and Romeo begin both witha letter? 
 
 Rom. INarfe, what of that? Both with an & 
 
 Nur, Amocker that’s the dogs name. &. is forthe no, 
 I know it begins with fome other letter, and fhe hath the 
 pretticit fententious ofit, of youand Rofemary, that it 
 would do you good to heareit, 
 
 Rom. Commend me to thy Lady. 
 
 N#r. Tathoufand times.Peter? 
 
 Pet. Anon, 
 
 DN -x#r. Before and apace. Exit Nurfe and Peter, 
 
 Euter [ulict. 
 
 Juli. The clocke ftrooke nine,when I did fend the Nurfe; 
 
 In halfe an houre fhe promifed to returne, 
 Perchance fhe cannot meete him:that’s not fo: 
 Oh fhe is lame, Loves Herauid fhould be thoughts, 
 Which ten times falter glides then the Sunnes beames, 
 Driving backe fhadowes over lowring hils. 
 Theretore do nimble Piaion’d Doves draw Love, 
 And therefore hath the wind-fwift Capid wings: 
 Now isthe Sun uponthe highmof hill 
 
 Of this daies iourney, and from nine till twelve, 
 Ithree long houres,yet fhe is not come: 
 Had fhe affections and warme youthful blood, 
 She'id be as {wift in motion as a ball, 
 My words would bandy her to my fweete Love, 
 And his to me, but old folkes, 
 Many faine as they were dead, 
 Vuwieldy, flow,heavy,and pale as lead. 
 Eater Nurfe. 
 
 O God fhe comes, O hony Nurfe what newes? 
 Haft thou met with him?{end thy manaway. 
 
 Nur. Peter {tay atthe gate, 
 
 Juli. Now good {weet Nurfe : 
 O Lord why lookes thou fad? 
 Though newes, be fad, yet tellthem merrily. 
 If good thou fham’ft the muficke of fweete newes, 
 By playing itto me, with fo fowera face. 
 
 Nur. Iam aweary, givemeleavea while, 
 
 Fie how my bones ake, whata iaunt have I had? 
 
 ful. 1 would thou had’ft my bones and I thy newess 
 Nay come I pray the ipeake,good Nurfe{peake. 
 
 Nur. Tefu what haft?can you not ftay a while? 
 
 Do you not fee Lam out of breath? 
 
 Ini. How art thou ont of breath, when thou haft breath 
 To fay to me, that thou art out of breath? 
 
 The excufe thatthou doft make in this delay, 
 
 Islonger then the tale thou doft excufe. 
 
 Is thy newes.good or bad?anfwere to that, 
 Say either and Ile ftay the circum ftance: 
 Let me be fatisfied,ift goed or bad? 
 
 Nar. Well, you have made a fimple choice, you know 
 not how tochufea man: Romee,no not he though his face 
 be better then any mans, yet his legs excels all mens, and 
 for a hand,anda foote,and a bawdy, thoughthey be not to 
 be talkt on, yet they are palt comparesheis not the flower 
 of courtefie, but I warrant him as gentle a Lambe : gothy 
 waies wench, ferve God,what have you din‘d at home, 
 
 Jul. No no:but all this did I know before 
 What faies he of our marriage? what of that? 
 
 Nur. Lord how myhead akes,what a head hayels 
 It beates as it would fall in twenty peeces 
 My backe a tother fide:O my backe,my backe: 
 Befhrew your heart for {ending me about 
 Te catch my death with iaunting up and downe, 
 
 ‘els. Tfaith { am forry that thou art foil, 
 
 Sweete {weete,{weate Nurfe,tell me what faies my Love? 
 
 Nr. Your Love fayeslike an honeft Gentleman, 
 And a courteous,and akind,and a handfome, 
 
 And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother? 
 
 Jals, Whereis my Mother? 
 
 Why the is within where fhould the be? 
 How odly thou repli’ft: 
 Your Love faies like an honeft Gentleman: 
 Where is my Mother? 
 Nur. O Gods Lady deare, 
 Are you fohot?marry come vpI trow, 
 Is this the Poultis for my aking bones 2 
 Hence forward do your meflages your felfe. 
 Juli. Heere’sfuch a coile,come what faies Romet? 
 Nur, Have you got leave to go to.fhriftte day? 
 luli. Lhave. 
 Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell, 
 There ftaiesa Husband to make youa wife: 
 Now comes the wanton blood up inyour cheeckes, 
 The’ie be in Scarlot ftraight at any newes: 
 Hie youto Church, I mutt another way, 
 To fetch a Ladder by the which your Love: 
 Muft climbe a birds neft Soone when it is darke: 
 I am the drudge, and toile in your delig ht: 
 But you fhall beare the burthen foone at night, 
 Go Ile to disiner, hie you to the Cell. 
 Juli, Hieto high Fortune,honeft Nurfe, farewell. 
 Exennt, 
 Enter Frier and Romeo 
 
 Fri. So {mile the heavens vpon this holy act, 
 
 That after houres,with forrow chide us not. 
 Rom. Amen,amen,but come what fofrow can, 
 
 It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy 
 
 That one {hort minute gives me in her fight: 
 
 Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, 
 
 Then Love devouring death do what he dare, 
 
 It is enough.I may but callher mines 
 
 Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, 
 And in their triumph die like fire and powder; 
 Whichas they kifle confume. The fweeteft honey 
 Ts loathfome in his owne delicioufnefle, 
 
 And in the tafte confounds the appetite. 
 Therefore Love moderately, long Love doth fo, 
 Too {wift arrives astardy as too flow: 
 Enter lulset. 
 Herecomes the Lady.Oh fo light foot 
 Will nere weare out the everlafting flint; A 
 
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 A Lover may beftride the Goflamours, 
 That ydles in the wanton Summer ayre; 
 And yet norfall,flight is vanity. 
 Iuli. Good evento my goftly Confeffor. 
 Fri. Romeo fhallthanke thee Daughter for us both. 
 Jui, As much to him, elle in histhanks too much. 
 Rom, Ah Juliet, iftle meafure of thy 1oy 
 Be heapt like mine, and that thy skillbe more 
 To blaton it,then {weeten with thy breath 
 Thisneighbonrayre,and let rich mutickes tongue, 
 Vnfold the imagin’d happineffe that both 
 Receive in either ,by this deere encounters 
 Jv. Conceit more rich in matter then ia words, 
 Brags of his {ub{tance, not of Ornament: 
 They arebut beggers that can count their worth, 
 But my true Love is growne to fuch excefle, , 
 I cannot famup fome of halfemy wealth. 
 Fri-Come,come with me,& we will make fhortworke, 
 For by your leaues,you {hall not ftay alone, 
 Tilholy Church incorporate two in one. 
 Enter Mercutio. Bennolio,and men. 
 Ben: I pray thee good Adercutiolets retire, 
 The day is hot.the Capwlets abroad: : 
 And if we meet,we fhall not {capea brawle,for now thefe 
 hotdayes,isthe mad blood ftirring 
 (Mer. Thouart like one of thefe fellowes, that when he 
 enters the confines of a Tauerne,claps me his Sword vpon 
 the Table,and fayes,God fend me no need of thee: and by 
 the operation of the fecond cup,draws him on the Draw- 
 er, when indeed thereisno need. 
 * Ben, Am Like fucha Fellow? 
 Mer.Come,come,thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood, 
 as any in Jtaly: and afioone moved to be moody, and af- 
 foone moody to be mov'd, 
 Ben. And what too? ; 
 
 Extunte 
 
 Méer- Nay, and there were two fach, we fhould have | 
 
 none fhortly, for one would kill the other:thou,why thou 
 wilt quarre!l with a man that hatha hatre more,ora haire 
 leffe in his beard,then thou haft: thou wilt quarrell with a 
 man for cracking Nuts, having no other reafon, but be- 
 caufethon haft hafell eyes ; what eye, but fuch an eye, 
 would {py out fuch a quarell? thy head is as full of quar- 
 rels, as anegge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin 
 beaten as addieas an egge for quarreling: thou haft quar- 
 rel’d with a man for coring in the ftreer, becanfe he hath 
 wakened thy Dog that hath laine afleepe in the Sun.Did'ft 
 thou not fall ont witha Tailor for wearing hisnew Doub- 
 let before Eafter? with another, for tying his new fhooes 
 with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quar- 
 relling? 
 
 Bex, And 1 were fo aptto quarrel as thou art, any man 
 fhould buy the Fee-fimple of my life, foran houreanda 
 quarter. 
 
 Mer. The Fee-fimple ? O fimple- 
 
 Enter Tybalt,P etruchio,and others. - 
 
 Ben. By my head bere come the Capuletes, 
 
 Mer. By my heele I care not, 
 
 Tib, Follow me clofe,for I will fpeake tothem. 
 Gentlemen,Good den;,a word with one of you- 
 
 Mer And but one word with one of us? couple it with 
 fomething, make ita wordandablow- — 
 
 7ib. You fhall find me aptenough to that fir, and you 
 will give me occafion. : 
 
 (Mercus Could younottake fome occafion without 
 giving? : 
 
 Tib, (Mercutio thou confort’ft with Romeo, 
 
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 The Tragedy of Romeoand Juliet. 
 
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 Mer. Confort ?what doitthow make us Minftrelstand 
 thou make Minftrels of us, looke to heare nothing bur dif- 
 cords : here’s my fiddlefticke here's that fhall make’ you 
 dance.Come confort. 
 
 Ben. We talke here in thepublike haunt of meri: 
 Either withdraw unto fome private place, 
 
 Or reafon coldly of your greevances: 
 
 Or elfe depart, here all eyes gaze onus? 
 
 R(Mer, Mens eyes weremadeto looke.aad let them gaze* * 
 I will not budge tor nomans pleafiwel 
 
 Exter Romeo. i 
 756, Well peace be with you fir; here comes myman. 
 Mer. But iebe hang'd fir if he weareyour Livery: 
 Marry goe before to field,heele be your follower, 
 Your wotfhip.in that fenfe,may call himman. 
 Tb, Romeo.the Love I beare thee,cati affoord * 
 No better terme then this. Thou artacVillaine. 
 Rom. Trbalt, the reafon that b haveto love thee; 
 Doth much excufe the appertaining fage 
 To {ucha greeting ; 
 Thereforetarewell, I fee thou know’ft'me not. 
 Tb. Boy,this thal] notrexcufe the iniures 
 That thou haft done me, therefore turne anid:draw, 
 Rom. Ido proteft I never iniur’d thee, 
 But lov’d thee berter then thoucan’ft devife: 
 Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my love, 
 And fo good Capulet which name I tender 
 As dearely as my owne, be fatisfied. 
 Mer. O calme, difhonourable,vilefubmiffion 
 Alastucathocarriesisaway- 
 7 tbalt.you Rat-catcher;: will you walke? 
 T+, What woulds thou have with me? 
 Mer. Good King of Cats, riothing but one of your nine 
 lives, that I meaneto make bold withail,andas you fhall 
 ufe me hereafter dry beate thereftofthe eight. Will you 
 
 plucke your Sword ont of his Pilcher by the eares? Make 
 
 haft. lzaft mine beabont your eares ere it be out. 
 716° I am for you- 
 Rom. Gentle Mercusio,put thy Rapier up, 
 
 Mer. Come fir, your Paflado. 
 
 Rom, Draw Bexunolio‘beat downe their weapons: 
 Gentlemen,for fhame forbeare this outrage, 
 Tsbale, Adercutso,cthe Prince exprefly hath 
 Forbidden bandying in Verona {treetes. 
 Hold Tybalt, good Adercutio. 
 Exit Tybale 
 
 (Mer. Lam hurts 
 
 A plague of boththe houfes,I am {ped : 
 Is he goneand hath nothing? 
 Bon. What art thou hurt? 
 
 Mer. 1,1,a{crath,a icratch,marry ’tisinough, 
 Where is my Page?go Villaine fetch a Surgon, 
 
 Rom, Courage man,the hurt cannor be much, 
 
 Mer, No:’tis not fo deepe as a well, nor fowideasa } 
 Church doore, but’tis inough; twill ferue: aske for me to 
 morrow, and you {hall find nea graue man.1 am pepper’d 
 I warrant for this world: a plague ot both your houtfes. 
 What, a Dog, a Rat, a Moufe, a Cat tofcratcha man to 
 death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine: that tights by the 
 booke of Arichmeticke, why the deu'le camé you bes 
 tweene vs? 1 was hurtunder your arme. 
 
 Rom. 1 thought all for the bet. 
 
 Mer. Helpe me into fome houfe Benuolio, 
 OrI thall faint:a plague a both your heufes. 
 They have made wormes meate ofme, 
 
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 I have it,and foundly too your Houfes. Exit. 
 
 Retorts it:Roweohecriesaloud,. | Year 
 Rom. This Geatleman the Princesnieere Allie, Hold Friends, Friends part,and {wifter then his tongue 
 My very. Friend, hath got his mortall hurt 
 
 In my behalfe,my reputation ftain’d 
 With Febades launder J ybale rhatan houre 
 Hath beene my Gozin:O Sweet /ulier, 
 Thy Beauty hath made me ffeminate, 
 And inmy temper foftaed Valoursfteele- 
 Enter Beouolio. 
 | Ben. ORomeo,Romeojbvavedtercutio’ s dead, 
 , That Gallant {pirit hath a(pis’d the Clondes, 
 ' Which too untimely heredid feorne the earth. 
 
 Rome-Thisdaiestilacke Fate, on mo dais doe depend, 
 
 This butbegins,the woeathers muft:cnd, 
 clot mEmerTybake. 
 
 Ben. Here comesthe Furious Tybeé backe againe. 
 
 Rom. Hegov in triumph,and (Mercatio flaine? 
 Away to heaven refpective Lenitys)) 
 And fire-and Fury sbe my conduct now. 
 Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe 
 That late thou gav ft me,for A4ercatio's foule, 
 Is but alittle way-aboue our heads, 
 Staying for thipe:toikeepe him company: 
 Either thon-or Iyor both:muft goe with him. 
 
 7x6. Thou wrerehed Boy that didft’ confort hinvhere, 
 
 Shalt with him hence . 
 Rom, This fhall determine that. 
 They fight, 
 Ben. Romeo,away begone: > 
 _ The Citizens are'upiand:-7ybede flaicte, 
 Stand not amaz’d,the Prince will Doome thee death 
 If thou art taken:‘hence,be gonesaway- 
 Rom. O' 1 am Fortunes foole, 
 Bens WW hy doft thou ftay? 
 
 Tybalt falles. 
 
 Exit Remeo. 
 Exter Citizens. 
 
 Citi. Which way ran he that kild @Mercutio? 
 Tybale that Murtherer,which way ram he ? 
 
 Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 
 
 Citi. Vp fir gowith me: 
 
 I charge thee in the Princes name obey. 
 Enver Prince, old(Monnrague,( apulet their 
 Wives ana all. 
 Prin, Whereare the vild beginners of this Fray? 
 
 Ben. O Noble Prince, 1 can difcover all 
 The unluckie Mannage of this fatail bral: 
 Therelies the man flaine by young Romeo, 
 
 That flew thy kinfman brave AZercatia. 
 
 Cap. Wi.T ybalt my Cozin? O my Brothers Child, 
 O Prince,O Cozin,Husband,O the blood isfpild, 
 Of mydeare kinfman,Prince asthou art true, 
 
 For blood oftours, thed blood of Adauntague. 
 O Cozin,Cozin, 
 Prin. Benwolio,who began this Fray? 
 
 Ben. Tybalt hereflaine, whom Romeo’s ‘hand did flay, 
 
 Remea that {poke him faire; bid him bethinke 
 How nice the Quarrell was, and urg’d withall 
 - Your high difpleafure:ail this uttered, 
 
 - With gentle breath ,calmelooke, knees humbly bow’d 
 
 - Could not take truce with the unruly {pleene 
 Of Tybalt deafe to peace, but that he Tilts 
 
 | With Peircing fteeleat bold Mercutio’s breaft, - 
 Whoall as hor,turnes deadly point to point, 
 And with a Martiall{¢orne,with one hand beates “ » 
 Cold death afide,and with the other fends 
 It backe to Tybalt,whofe dexterity. 
 
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 His able arme, beats downe their fatall points, ‘ 
 And twixt them rufhes, underneath whofe arme, 
 An enuious thruft from Tybalt, hitthe life 
 
 Of ftout Mercutio, and then Z7balt fleds 
 
 But by and by comes backeto Romeo, 
 
 Who had but newly enterrained Revenge, 
 Andtoo’t they goelike lightning; for ere f . 
 Could draw to part them,wasftout Tybalt flaines 
 Andas he fell did Romeo turne and fly: 
 
 This is thetruth,or let Bemmobo die. 
 
 Cap. Wt. He is akinfman tothe Mountagne, 
 Affection makes him falfe, he{peakes not trues 
 Some twenty of them fought in this blacke firife, 
 And all thote twenty could but kill one life. 
 
 I beg for Iuftice, which thou Prince mutt gives 
 Romeo flew Tybalt, Romeo mutt notlive. 
 
 Prin.Romeoflew him,he flew A4ercatio, 
 
 Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. _ 
 _ Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Afercutios Friend, 
 His fault concludes but,what thelaw fhould end, - 
 The life of Tybalt. 
 
 Prin. And for that offence; 
 
 Immediately we doe exilehim hence: 
 I have an intereit in your hearts proceedings 
 My bloud for your rade braules doth ly.a bleeding. 
 Butte Amer ce you with fo ftronga fine, 
 That you fhail alirepent the lofle of mines 
 I wiil be deafe to pleading and excufes, 
 
 ' Nor teares,nor prayers fhail purchafe our abufes. 
 Therefore ufenone,let Romeo hence in halt, 
 Elfe when he isfound,that houre is his lat. 
 Beare hence this body,and attend our will: 
 Mercy but Murders,pardoning thofethat kill. 
 
 Enter Inliet alone, 
 
 Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery footed fteedes, 
 Toward Phebus lodging, fuch a Wagoner 
 As Phaeton would whip you to the welt, 
 And bring in Cloudy night immediately, 
 Spred thy clofe Curtaine Love-performing night, 
 That run-awaies eyes may wincke,and Romeo 
 Leapt to thefe armes, untalkt of and unfeene, 
 Lovers can fee to doe their Amorous rights, 
 By their.owne Beauties:or if Love be blind, 
 It beft agrees with night:come civill night, 
 Thou fober futed Matronail inblacke, 
 And learne me how to loofe a winnig match, 
 Plaid for a paive of {tainlefle Maidenheads, 
 Hood my unman’d blood bayting in my Cheekes, 
 With thy blacke mantle, till trange Love grow bold, 
 Thinke true Love acted fimple modefty: ___ 
 Come night,come Romeo,come thou day in nights 
 For thou wiit lie spon the wings of night, 
 Whiter thennew Snow onaRavensbacke: 
 Come gentle night,come loving blackebrow’d night. 
 Give me my Romeo,and when I fhall die, 
 Take him and cut him out in little ftarres, 
 And he will make theFace of heaven{o fine, 
 That all the world will be in Love with night, 
 And pay no worfhip to the Garith Sun. 
 OI bave bought the Manfion of a Love, 
 But not poffeft it,and thongh I am fold, 
 Not yet enioy’d,fo tedious isthisday, 
 As is the night before fome Feftiuall; 
 
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 Toan impatient child that hath new robes 
 And may not wearethem, O here comes my Nurfe: 
 Enter N urfe with cords. 
 And fhe brings newes and every tongue that fpeakes 
 But Komeos, name, fpeakes heavenly. cloquence: 
 Now Narfe, what newes? what haft thou there? 
 The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? 
 Nzr. I,1,the Cords, 
 Jul. Ayme, what newes? 
 Why doft thou wring thy hands. 
 Nur. A welady hee’s dead,hee’s dead, 
 Weare undone Lady,we are undone. 
 Alacke the day, hee’s gone, hee’s kil’d,hee’s dead. 
 Tuli. Can heaven be fo envious? 
 Nur. Romeo can , 
 Though heaven cannot. O Remeo,Romeo, 
 Who ever would have thought it Romeo. 
 Tuli. What divell art thou, 
 That dott torment me thus? 
 This torture fhould be roar’din difmall hell, 
 Hath Romeo flaine himfelfe? fay thou but I; 
 And that bare vowell I fhall poyfon more 
 Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice, 
 Tam not I, if there be {uch anI. 
 Or thofe eyes fhot, that makes the anfwere I, 
 Ifhe be flaine fay I,or if not,no. 
 Breife, founds,d termine of my weale or wo. 
 Nur. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes 
 God fave the marke, here on his manly breft. 
 A pitteous Coarfe,a bloody pitteous Coarfe: 
 Pale,pale as afhes, all bedawb’d in blood 
 Allin gore blood | founded at the fight. 
 dul. Obreake my heart, 
 Poore Banckrout breake at once , 
 To prifoneyes,nere looke on liberty: 
 Vile earth to earth refigne,end motion here, 
 And thou and Romeo preffe one heavy beere. 
 Nar. O Tybalt ,Tybalt,che deft Friend { had: 
 O curtcous Tybalt honelt Gentlemen, © 
 Tharever I fhould live to fee thee dead. 
 luli, What {torme is this that bowes fo contrary? 
 Is Romeo flaughtred? and is Tybalt dead? 
 M y deareft Cozen,and my dearer Lord : 
 Then dreadfull Trumpet found the generall doome, 
 For who is living, if thofe rwo are gone? 
 Nur. Tybalt isgone,and Romeobanithed, 
 Romeo that kii’d him, he is banifhed. 
 luli. O God! 
 Nur. Did Romeos hand fhed Tybalssblood 
 It did, it did,alas the day, itdid. 
 Luli. O Serpent heart ;hid with’a flowring face. 
 Did ever Dragon keepe fo faire a Cave? 
 Beautifull Tyrant, fiend Angelicall: 
 Ravenous Dove, feather'd Raven, 
 Woluifh-ravening Lambe, 
 Difpifed fubftance of Divineft fhow: 
 Iu oppfite to what thou inftly fern ft, 
 A damned Saint, an Honourable Vallaine: 
 O Nature! what had’ftrhou to doein hell, 
 When thondid'tt bower the fpiritofa fiend 
 Tn mortall paradife of fuch {weet fieth? 
 Wasever booke containing fuch vile matter 
 So fairely bound? O that deceit fhould dwell 
 In fuch a gorgeous Pallace. ‘ 
 Nar. There's notruft, no faith, no honefty in men, 
 All periur'd, all forfworne, all naught,all diffemblers, 
 
 Ah wher’s my man? give mefome Aqua-vita ? 
 Thefegricfes,thefe woes,thete forrowes make me old! 
 Shame come to Romeo. 
 
 twit. Blilter'd be thy tongue 
 For fuch a with, he wasnot borne to fhame : 
 Vpon his brow thame is afham’d to fit; 
 For ’tisa throane where Honour may be Crown’d 
 Sole Monarch of the univertfall earth: 
 O whata beaft was I to chide’ him fo? 
 
 Nur. Willyou{peake well of him, 
 
 That kil’d your Cozen? 
 
 Tuli. fhall 1 {peake ill of him that is my husband? 
 Ah poore my Lord,what tongue fhall fmooth thy name, 
 When I thy three houres wife have mangled it. 
 
 But wheretore Villaine did’ft thou kill my Cozin? 
 That Villaine Cozen would have kil’d my husband: 
 Backe foolith teares, backe to yout native {pring, 
 Your tributary drops belong to woe, 
 
 Which your miftaking offer ap to ioy: 
 
 My husband lives that 7% ‘ybalt would have laine, 
 And Tybalt dead that would have kil’d my hasband: 
 All this iscomfort, wherefore w eepe I then? 
 
 Some word there was worferthen Tybalts death 
 That murdred me,I would forget it faine, 
 Butoh, it preflestomy memory, 
 
 Like damned guilty deedesto finners minds, 
 
 Tybalt is dead and Remeo banifhed: 
 
 That banifhed, that one word banifhed, 
 
 Hath flaine ten thoufand Tybales: Tybatss death 
 *Was woe inough if it had ended there: 
 
 Or if fower woe delights in tellowfhip, 
 
 And needly will be ranckt with other greifes, 
 Why followed not when the faid 7ybalts dead. 
 Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or both. 
 
 W hich moderne lamentation might have mov’d. 
 But with arere-ward following Tyba/ts death, 
 Romeo is banifhed to {peake that word, 
 
 Is Father, Mother,7ybalt, Romeo, Juliet, 
 
 All flaine,all dead: Romico is banifhed, 
 
 There is no end, no limit,meafure,bound, 
 
 Tn that words death,no words can that woe found. 
 Where is my Father and my Mother Nurfe? 
 
 Nar. Weeping and wailing over Tybalts Coarfe. 
 Will you goto them? will bring yoy thither. 
 
 I4.Wath they his wounds with tears:mine fhal be fpent 
 
 When theirs aredry for Romeo's banifhment. 
 
 Take up thofe Cords,poore rops youare beguil’d, 
 Both you and I for Romeo isexild: 
 He made you fora high way to my bed, 
 But I a Maide, dye Maiden widdowed. 
 Come Cord, come Nurfé, Ile to my wedding bed; 
 And death not Romeo,takemy Maiden head. 
 Nur, Hy toyour Chamber, Tle find Romeo 
 To comfort you, I wot well where he is: 
 Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night, 
 le to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell. 
 Juli, O find him,give this Ring to my trae Knight, 
 And bid him come,totake his laft farewell. 
 Exit, 
 Enter Frier, and Romeo. 
 
 Fri. Romeocome forth, 
 Come forth thou fearefall man, 
 Affliction is enamor’d of thy parts: 
 And thou art wedded to calamity. 
 Rom, Father what newes? 
 
The Tragedy of Romeo and Fuhet 
 Then mighteit thou {peake, 
 Then mighteft thou teare thy hayre, 
 And fall npon the ground asI doe now, 
 Taking the meafure of an unmade graves 
 - Enter Nur{e, and knockes. 
 Frier, Arife one knockes, 
 Good Romeo hide thy felfe. 
 Rem, NotI, 
 Vnlefle the breath of Heartficke groanes 
 Mitt-like infold me from the fearch of eyess 
 
 Whatis the Princes Doome? / 
 What forrow eraves acquaintaiice at my hand, 
 That I yet know nag? 
 Fri, Too familiar 
 Is my deare Sonne with fuch fowre Company: 
 1 bring thee tydings of the Princes Doomes 
 Rom. What lefle then Doomefday, 
 Isthe Princes Doome? 29 
 ‘ly Fré. A gentler iudgement vanifht from hislips, 
 Not bodies death, but bodies banifhment. 
 Rom. Ha,banithment? be merciful, fay death: 
 For exile hath more terror in his looke, 
 Much more then death: do not fay bamfhment- 
 Fri. Here from Verona art thou banifhed: 
 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. 
 Rom. There is no. world without Verona walles, 
 But Purgatory, Torture, hell it felfe: 
 Hence banifhed, is banifht from the world, 
 And worlds exile is death. Then banifhed, 
 Is death, miftearm’d, calling death banithed, 
 Thou cut’ my head off witha golden Axe, 
 And fmileft upon the ftroke thac murders mes 
 Fri, O deadly fin, O rude unthankefullneffe! 
 Thy fault our Law calles death, but the kind Prince 
 Taking thy part hath rufhtafide the Law,’ 
 And turn’d that blacke word death, to banifhment. 
 This is deare mercy, and thou feeft it not. 
 Kom. Tis Torture andnot mercy, heaven is here 
 Where Iwliet tives, and every Catand Dog, 
 and little Moufe, every unworthy thiog 
 Live here in Heaven and may looke on her, 
 Bnt Romeo may not, More Validity, 
 More Hononrable ftate, more Courtfhip lives 
 In carrion Flies, then Romeo: they may feaze 
 On the white wonder of deare /u/iets hands 
 And fteale immortall bleffing from her lips, 
 Who even in pure and veftall modefty 
 Still bluth, as thinking their owne kifles fin. 
 This may Flies doe, when I from this mutt flie, 
 And failt thou yet, that exile is not death ? 
 But Romeo may. not,hee is banifhed. 
 Had’ft thou ne poyfon mixt, no fharpt ground knife, 
 No fudden meane of death, though nere fo meane, 
 But banifhed-to kill me? Banifhed? 
 O Frier, the damned ufe that word in hell: 
 Howlings attend it, how haft thou'the heart 
 Being a Divine,a Ghofily Confeflor, 
 A Sin-Abfolver,and my friend prof: ft: 
 To mangle me with chat word banithed ? 
 Fri. Fond Mad man,heare me {peake. 
 Rom. Othou wilt{peake againe of banifhment. 
 Fri. Ile give the Armour tokeepe of that word, 
 | Adverfities {weet milke, Philofophy, 
 - Tocomfort thee, though thou art banifhed. 
 Ron Yet banifhed? bang up Philofophy: 
 | Vnleffe Philofophie can make a [uliet, 
 Difplant a Towne, reuerfe a Princes Doome, 
 Ir helps not, itprevailes not,talke no more: 
 | . Fré. O then Ifee, that Madinen have no cares. 
 Rom. How fhouldthey, 
 - | when wifemen have no eyes? 
 Fri. Let me difpaire with thee of thy eftate. 
 Rom. Thou can’tt not {peake of that tho doft not feele, 
 
 Wert thou as young as /udier my Loves 
 By doing damned hate upon thy. felfe? 
 
 An houre but married Tybalt murdred, > 
 Doting like me,and like me banifhed, Why rail’ft thouen thy birth? the heavenandcartht 
 
 Knock, 
 
 Fri. Harke how they knocke 
 ( Who’sthere) Romeo arife, 
 Thou wilt be taken ftay-a while ftand up: 
 
 Knocke. 
 
 Runto my ftudy:by and-by, Gods will 
 What fimpleneffe is this:I come, come, 
 Knokes 
 Who knockes fo hard? 
 Whenc come you? what's your will ? 
 ‘Enter Nurfe. 
 Nur. Letme come in. 
 And you fhall know my errand: 
 I come from Lady /#éset. 
 Fri. Welcomethens 
 Nur, O holy Frier,O tell me holy Frier, 
 Wher’s my Ladies Lord? wher'’s Romeo? 
 Fri, There on the grouud, 
 With his owne teares made druncke. 
 Nar. O heis even in my Miftreflecanfe, 
 Tuft in her cafe, O wofull fimpathy: 
 Pittious predicament, even {0 liles the, 
 Blubbring and weeping, weeping aud blubbring, 
 Stand up, ftand up,ftand and you be aman, 
 For /udsets fake, for her fake rifeand Mand: 
 Why fhould you fall into fo deepean O. 
 Rom. Nurfe. 
 Nur. Ah fir,ab fir,deathsthe end ofall. 
 Rom. Speak’ ft thou of /ulie?how is it with her® > 
 Doth not fhe thinke me an old Murtherer, 
 Now I have ftain’d the Childhood of our ioy, 
 With blood removed, but little from her owne? 
 Where is fhe? and how doth fhe? and whatfaies 
 My conceal’d Lady to our conceal’d Love? Eohine 
 : Nr. Oh the {ayes nothing fir,but weepes and weepes> 
 And now fals on her bed, and then ftartsup, 
 And Tybalecalls,and then on Romeo cries, 
 And then downe falls againe. yer 
 Ro. Asif that name (hot from the deadly levell ofa Gun, 
 Did mnrder her,as that names curfed hand 7 ae 
 Murdred her kinfman. Oh tell me Frier,tell me, 
 In what vile part of this Anotamy 
 Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may facke 
 The hatefull Manfion, 
 Fri. Hold thy defperate hand: 
 Art thou a man? thy:forme cries ont thou arts 
 Thy teares are womanifh,thy wild a@tsdocnete ~~ 
 Theaunreafonable Fury of a beatt. abe" 
 Vnfeemely woman, ina feeming man, 
 And ill bef¢eming beaft in feeming both, 
 Thou haft amaz’d me. By my holy order, 
 Ithought thy difpofition better temper'd. 
 Haft thou {laine Tybad? wilt thou flay thy felfe? 
 And flay thy Lady, that in thy lifelies, | 
 
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 Since birth,and heaven and earth,all three do meete 
 In thee at once,which thou at once would it loofe 
 Fie, fie,thou fhaar'it thy fhape,thy love,thy wit, 
 Which like a Vfurer abonna’ ft inall: 
 
 And afeft none in that true ufe indeed, 
 
 Which fhould bedecke thy fhape,thy love,thy wit: 
 
 | Thy Noble thape,is but aforme of waxe, 
 
 Digrefling from the Valour of a man, 
 
 Thy deare Love {worne but hollow perjury, 
 
 Killing that Love which thou haft vow’d to cherifh. 
 
 Thy wit,that Ornament,to fhape and Love, 
 
 Mif-(hapen in the conduct of them both: 
 
 Like powder ina skilleff: Souldiers flaske, 
 
 Isfeta fire by chine owne ignorance, 
 
 And thou di{membred with thine owne defence, 
 
 What,rowte thee man,thy /aHet isalive, 
 
 For whofe deare fake thou waft but lately dead. 
 
 There artthou happy-Ty6a/e would kill thee, 
 
 But thou (tew’ ft 7 yba/t,there art thou happy too 
 
 The law that threatned death became thy Friend, 
 
 And turn’dit toexile,there artthou happy. 
 
 A packe of bleffings light upon thy backe, 
 
 Happineffe Courts thee in her beft array, 
 
 But like a mif-fhaped anda fillen wench, 
 
 Thou puttelt up thy Fortune and thy Love: 
 
 Take heed, tak: heed, for fuch die miferable. 
 
 Goe get thee to thy Love as was decreed, 
 
 Afcend her Chamber,hence and comfort her: 
 
 But looke thou ftay not tilithe watch be fet, 
 
 For then thou canit not pafle to Manraa, 
 
 Where thou fhale live 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 thoufand times more joy 
 
 Thea thou went’t forth in lamentation. 
 
 Goe before Nurfe,commend me to thy Lady, 
 
 And bid her haften allthe houte to bed,* , 
 
 Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto. 
 
 Romeo is comming. ; 
 
 Nur. O Lords! could have ftaid hereall night, 
 
 To hcare good counteli:eh what learning is! 
 
 My Lord lic tell my Lady you will come- es 
 Rom. Do fo, aud bid my Sweete prepare to chide, 
 Nar. 'Heere fir,a Ring the bid me give you fir: 
 
 Hie you,make haft,for it growes very jates 
 Rows. How well my comforts reuiv'd by this. 
 Fri. Go hence- 
 
 Goodnight,and here ftands all your ftate: 
 
 Bither be gone before the watch be fer, 
 
 Or by the breake of day difgvis’d from hence, 
 
 Sojorne in Manta, Ile find out your man, 
 
 And he hall (ignifie from time to time, 
 
 Every good hap to you that chaunces heere: 
 
 Give me thy hand,tis late, farewell, goodnight. 
 Rom. But thata joy patt joy,calls out on me, 
 
 It were a griefe,fo briefe to part with thees, 
 
 Farewell. 
 Enter old (apulet bis Wife and Paris. 
 
 Cap. Things have falne out fir fo unluckily, 
 That we have had no time to move our Daughter: 
 Looke you, fhe Lov’d her icinfman Tybalt dearclys 
 And {o did 1. Well,we were borne to dic. 
 
 Tis very late,fhe'l not come downe to night: 
 I promife you-but for your company, 
 
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 Exeunt. 
 
 I would have bina bed an houre ago. 
 Par. Thefe times of wo,affoord no times to wooe: 
 Madam goodnight.commend me to your Daug hter. 
 Lad. | will,and know her mind early to morrow. 
 To night, fhe is mewed up to her hevineffe. 
 Cap. Sir Paris,l will make adefperate tender 
 Of my Childs love : I thinke fhe will be rul'd 
 Inallrefpects by me:nay more,I doubt itnot, 
 Wife,go youto her ere you go to bed, 
 Acquaint her here,of my Sonne Pars Love, 
 And bid her,marke you me, on WV enfday next, 
 But foft, what day is this? 
 Par. Monday my Lord. 
 Cap. Monday,ha ha: well Wendfday is too foone, 
 A Tharfday let it be:a Thurfday tell ber, 
 She fhall be married cothis Noble Earle: 
 Will you te ready2do you like this haft? 
 Weele keepe no great adoe,a Friend or two, 
 For harke you,T bade being flaine folate, 
 It may be thought we held him carelefly, 
 Being our kinfman,if we revell much: 
 Therefore weele have fome halfe a dozen Friends, 
 And there an-end. But what fay you to Thurfdaye 
 Par. My Lord, 
 I would that Thurfday were to morrow- 
 Cap. Well,get you gone,a Tharfday,be it then: 
 Go youto /ubet ere you go to bed, 
 Prepare her wife,againft this wedding day. 
 Farewell my Lore light to my Chamber hoa, 
 Afore me, it is fo late, that we may call it early by and by, 
 Goodighi. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Romeo and luliet aloft. 
 
 Iz. Wilt thou be gone? ’ 
 It was thé Nightingale,and not the Larke, 
 That pier’ft che fearefull hollow of thine care, 
 Nightly the fings on youd Pomgranet tree, 
 Beleeve me Love,it was the Nightingale. 
 
 Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of Morne: 
 No Nightingale:looke Love what envious ftreakes 
 Do lace the fevering Cloudes in yonder Eaft: 
 Nights Candies are burnt out,and Iocond day 
 Stands tipto on the miftie Mountaine tops, 
 
 I muft be goneand live,or ftay and die. 
 Inl. Yond light isnot day light. know it I: 
 It is fome Meteor that the Sunexhales, 
 To be tothee this night a Torch-bearer, 
 And light thee on thy way to AZantwa. 
 Therefore ftay yet,thouneed’ft not to be gone, 
 Rom. Let me be tane,let me be put to death, 
 Iam content;fo thou wilt have it fo. 
 Ile fay yon gray is not the mornings eye; 
 Tis but the pale reflexe of Cinthsas brow. 
 Nor that is not the Larke whofe notes do beate 
 The vaulty heaven fo high above our’ heads, 
 I have more care to ftay then will to go: 
 Come death and welcome, /afiet wils it fo. 
 How if my foule,letstalke,itis not day. 
 Jul. {visit is,hie hence be gone away: 
 Itis the Larke that fings foout of tune, 
 Straining harfh Difcords,and unpleafing Sharpes. 
 Some fay the Larke makes fweete Divilion; 
 This doth not fo:for fhedivideth us. 
 Some fay,the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes, 
 O now I would they had chang’d voyces too: 
 il Since’ 
 
 ere et LE ELL TIO ELLIO I AAA 
 
T he Fragedy of Romeo and Luliet. 
 
 Since arme from arme that voyce doth us affray, 
 Hunting thee hence, with Hunt{-np to the day, 
 O now begone,more lightand it light growes- 
 
 Rom. More light & light,tnore darke & darke our Woes. 
 
 Emer Madam and Narfe. 
 Nr. Madam. 
 Tal. Nutfe. 
 
 Nu. Your Lady Motheris comming to your chamber, 
 
 The day is broke,be wary,looke about, — 
 inl. Then window let day in,and let life out. 
 Rem. Farewell, farewell,one kiffe and Ile defcend. 
 
 Ini. Art thou gone fo? Love,Lord,abH usband, Friend, 
 
 I muft hearé from thee every day inthe houre, 
 
 For ina minuterhere are many dayes, 
 
 O by thiscount I fhall be much in yeares, 
 
 Ere Lagaine behold my Romeo. 
 
 Rom. Farewell: 
 
 I will omit no oportunity, 
 
 That may convey my greetings Love,to thee. 
 Iul.O thinkeft thou we fhall ever meet againe? 
 Rom. I doubt it not,and all thefe woes fhall ferve 
 
 For {weetdifcourfes in our time to come. 
 
 Iul. O God lI have anill Divining foule, 
 
 1 Methinkes I feerkee now.thou art folowe, 
 
 As one dead in the Bortome of a Tombe, 
 Either my eye-fight failes,or thou look’ft pale. 
 Rom. Andtruft me Love,in my eyefo do you: 
 Dry forrow drinkes our blood. Adue,adue. 
 Iul. © Fortune,Fortune,all men callthee fickle, 
 If thou art fickle, what doft rhou with him 
 
 That is'renown’'d for faith?be fickle Fortune: 
 
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 For then 1 hope thou wilt not keepe him long, 
 But fend him backe. 
 Enter Mother. © 
 
 Lad. Ho Daughter,are you up? 
 
 Tul. Whoitt that calls?is it my Lady Mother? 
 Is fhe nor downe fo late,or up fo early? 
 What unaccuftom’d caufe procures her hither? 
 
 Lad. Why how now Jaiset? 
 
 ial. Madam I an not well. 
 
 Lad. Evermore weeping for your Cozinsdeath? 
 
 Whar wilt thou wath him from his grave with teares? 
 
 And if thou could’ft,thou could’ft not make him live: 
 
 Therefore have done,fome griefe fhewes much of Love, | 
 
 But much of griefe, fhewes {till (ome want of wit. 
 Jul. Yet let me weepe,for {uch a feeling loffe. 
 Lad. So fhall you feele the loffe,butnotthe Friend 
 
 } Which you weepe for. 
 
 Jul. Feeling fo the loffe, 
 I cannot chufe but ever weepe the Friend. 
 
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 Jul: Indeed 1 never fhallbefatisfied 
 With Romeo, till 1 behold him. Dead 
 Is my poore heart fo fora kinfman vext: 
 Madam if you could find out but a man 
 To beare a poifon,I would temper its 
 That Romeofhould upon receit thereof, 
 Soone fleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors 
 To heare him nam’d,and cannot come'to him, 
 To wreake the Love l bore my Cozin; Tybalt 
 Vpon his body that hath flanghter’d him. 
 
 Mo. Find thou the meanes,and Ile find fuch a man, vf 
 
 But now Ile tell thee joyfull tidings Girle, 
 
 Inl. And joy comes well, in {uch aneedy time, 
 What are they, I befeech your Lady fhip? 
 
 Mo. Well,well, thou hafta carefull Fa: her Child? 
 One who to put thee from thy heavineffe, 
 Hath forted out a fudden day of joy, 
 That thon expects not,nor | looke not for. 
 
 Iu]. Madam in happy time,what day is this? 
 
 Dio. Marry my Child,early next Thurfday morne, 
 
 The gallant,young ,and Noble Gentleman, 
 The County Parésat Saint Peters Church,” 
 
 | Shall happily make thee a joy full Bride- 
 
 | lul. Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too, © 
 He thall not make me there a joyfull Bride. 
 
 | I wonder atthis haft,that I molt wed 
 
 | Ere he that fhould be Husband comes to woe. 
 I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam 
 
 | 1 will not marry yet,and when I doe, I f{weare 
 It fhall be Romeo, whom you know [hate 
 Rather then Paris. Thefe are newes indeed, 
 
 (Mo Here comes your Father,tell him fo your felfe, 
 
 And fee how he will take it at you hands, | 
 
 Exter Capulet and Nerfée 
 
 | But forthe Suntet of my Brothers Sonne, 
 | It raines downright. 
 How now? A Conduit Girle,what ftillin teares? 
 | Ever more fhowring in one little body? 
 Thou counterfeits a Barke,a Sea,a Winds 
 For ftill thy eyes,which I may call the Sea, 
 Do ebbeand How with teares,the Barke thy body 
 | Sailing in this falt floud,the windes thy fighes, 
 Who raging with theteares and they with them, 
 Without a fudden caline will over fet 
 Thy tempeft-tofled body. How now wife? 
 Have you delivered to her our decrce? 
 Laa. I fir; 
 
 La. Well Girle,thou weep’'ft not fomuch forhisdeath, | But the will none,the gives you thankes, 
 
 As that the Villaine lives which flaughter’d him. 
 Tul. What Viilaine, Madam? 
 Lad. That fame Villaine Remco. 
 Tul. Viilaine and he,be many Miles affunder: 
 God pardon him,} doe with all my heart, 
 And vetno man like he,dorh grieve my heart. 
 Lad. That is becaufe the Traitor lives. 
 Jul I Madam from the reach of thefe my hands: 
 Would none but] might venge my Cozins death. 
 La. We will have vengeance for it, feare thou not. 
 Then weepe no mote, !le fend to one in Mantua, 
 Where that fame banifht Run-agate doth live, 
 Shall give him fuch an unaccoftom’d dram, 
 That he fhallfoone keepe Ty4ale company: 
 Andthen I hopethou wilt be fatisfied. 
 
 1 would the foole were married to her graves - 
 Cap, Soft,take me with you,talce me with you wife, 
 | How,will fhenone?doth the not give us thanks? 
 Is fhe not proud?doth the not count her bleft, 
 Vaworthy as fhe is,that we have wrought 
 _Soworthy a Gentleman,to be her Bridegroome? 
 Jai. Not proud you have, 
 But thankfull that you have: 
 Proudcan I never be of what I have, 
 But thankfull even for hate,that is meant Love 
 (4p-How now? 
 How now?Chopt Logicke?whatisthis? _ 
 Proud,and I thanke you:and I thanke you note 
 Thanke me no thankings,nor proud meno prouds, 
 Butfettle your fine joints gainft Thurfday next, 
 
 Cap. When the Sun fets,the earth dothydrizae dew; 
 
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 Togo with Parss to Saint Peters Church: 
 Or [ will drag thee,on a Hurdle thither. 
 Out you greene ficknefle carrion,eut you baggage, 
 You tallow face. 
 
 Lad, Fie, fie,what are you mad? 
 
 Tul. Good Father, I befeech you on my knees 
 Heare me wtth patience,but to {peake a word. 
 
 Fa. Hang thee young baggage, difobedient wretch, 
 I tell thee what,get the to Church a Tharfday, 
 Or never after looke mein the face. 
 Speake not,reply not,do not anfwere me. 
 My fingers itch,wifezwe fcarce thought us bleft, 
 That God had lent us but this onely Child, 
 But now I fee this one is one too much, 
 And that we havea curfe in having her: 
 Out on her Hilding. 
 
 Nur. Godin heaven bleffe her, 
 Youare too blame my Lord to rate her fo. 
 
 Fa. And why my Lady wifedome?hold your tongue, 
 Good Prudence, fmatter with your goflip,go. 
 
 Nar. 1 {peake no treafon, 
 O Godigoden, 
 May norone fpeake? 
 
 Fa. Peace you mumbling foole, 
 Vitter your gravity orea Goffips bowle, 
 For here we need it not. 
 
 La. You are too hot: 
 
 Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad: 
 Day, night, houre,tide,time, worke,play, 
 Alone in company, ftill my care hath bin 
 To have her matcht,and having now provided 
 A Gentleman of Noble Parentage, 
 Of faire Demeanes. Youthfull,and Nobly Allied, 
 Stuft as they fay with Honourable parts, 
 Proportion’d as ones thought would with 2 man. 
 And then to have a wretched puling foole, 
 A whining mammet,in her Fortunes tender, 
 Teoanfwer,llenot wed,I cannot Love: 
 Iam tooyoung,! pray you pardon me. 
 But,and you willnot wed, lle pardon you. 
 
 . Graze where you will,you fhall not houfe with me: 
 Looke too’c,thinke on’t,I do not ufeto jeft. 
 Thurfday is neere,lay hand on heart,advife, 
 
 And you be mine,Jlc give you to my Friend: 
 And you be niot,hang,beg, ftarve,die in the ftreets, 
 For by my foule, He nere acknowledge thee, 
 Nor what is mine fhall never dothee good: 
 Truft too’t,be thinke you,Tle not be for{worne, 
 Iul.Isthere no pitty fitting in the Cloudes, 
 That {ees into the bottome of my gricfe? 
 O {weet my Mother caft me not away, 
 Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke, 
 Or if you do not,make the Bridall-bed 
 Inthat dim Monument where Tyéalt lies. 
 2Méo.Talke not to me,for He not fpeakea word, 
 Do as thou wiilt,for 1 have done with thee. 
 Jul. O God! 
 O Nurfe, how fhall this be preventec? 
 My Husband is on carthsmy faith inheaven, 
 How fhall that faith returne againe to earth, 
 Vnleffe that Husband fend it me from heaven, 
 By leaving earth? Comfort me; counfaile me: 
 Alacke,alacke,that heaven fhould'practafe ftratagemns$ 
 Vpon fo foft a fubject as my felfe. “a 
 What {aift thou?haft thou nota Word RYOy? 
 Some comfort Nurfe. « i 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Nur. Faith here it is, 
 Komeo is banifhed,and all the world tonothing, 
 
 | That he dares nere come backe to challenge yous 
 
 Or ifhe do, itneeds mutt be by ftealth. 
 Then fince the cafe fo ftandsas now itdoth, 
 I thinke it beft you married with the Count, 
 O hee’s a Lovely Gentleman: 
 Romeos a difh-clout to him.an Eagle Madam 
 Hath not fo greene, fo quicke,fo faire aneye 
 As Parishath,befhrow my very heart, 
 I thinke you are happy in this fecond match; 
 For it excels your firft:or if 1t did nor, 
 Your firft is dead,or twere as good he were, 
 As living here and you no ufe of him. 
 
 Tul. Speakeft thou from thy heart? 
 
 Nur. And from my foule too, 
 Or elfe befhrew them both. 
 
 Ja, Amen. 
 
 Near. What? 
 
 Tel, Well,thou haft comforted me marv’lous much, 
 Go in,and tell my Lady Iam gone, 
 Having difpleas’d my Father,to Lawrence Cell, 
 To make confeffion,and to be abfolv’d. 
 
 Nur. Marry I wiil,and this is wifely done. 
 
 Zu#/. Auncient damnation,O moft wicked fiends 
 Is it more fin to with me thus forfworne, 
 Or to difpraife my Lord with that fame tongue 
 Which fhe hath prais’d bim with above compare, 
 So many thonfand times?Go Counfellor, 
 Thou and my bofome henchforth hall be twaine: 
 Ile tothe Frier to know hisremedy, 
 If all elfe faile,my felfe have power to die. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Frier and Count Paris. 
 
 Fri. On Thurfday fir?the time is very fhort. 
 Par. My Father Capulet will have it fo, 
 AndI am nothing flow to flack his hatte. 
 Fri. You fay you do not know the Ladies mind? 
 Vneven is the courfe,I like it not. 
 Pa, Immoderately fhe weepes for T7balts death, 
 And therefore have [little ralke of Love, 
 For Venus {miles not ina houfe of teares. 
 Now fir, her Father counts it dangerous 
 That fhe doth give her forrow {0 much fway: 
 And in his wifedome,hafts our marriage, 
 To ftop the inundation of her teares, 
 W hich too much minded by her felfe alone, 
 May be put from her by fociety. 
 Now doe you know the reafon of this hafte? 
 Fri. I would I knew not why it fhould be flow’d. 
 Looke fir,here comes the Lady towards my Cell. 
 Enter iuliet. 
 Par. Happily tnet,my Lady and iny wife. 
 Jal, That may be fir,when I may bea wife. 
 Par. That may be,muft be Love,on Thurfday next, 
 Tul. What muft be fhall be. 
 Fri. That's a certainetext. 
 Par. Come you to make confefliontothis Father? 
 Int. To anfwete that, [fhould confeffe to you. 
 Par. Donot deny to him,thar you Love me, 
 Ind.1 will confeffe to you that I Love him. . 
 Par. So will ye-I am fure that you Loveme. 
 Jul. Vf [dofo, it will be of more price, 
 Being {poke behind your backe,then to your face, 
 Par. Poore foule,thy face is mach abus‘d with teares. 
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 Jul. The teares have got {mall viétorie by that: 
 For it, was bad'inough before their fpight. 
 Pa-Thou wrong {tit more then teares with that report 
 Jul. That is no {launder fir,which is truth, 
 And what I {pakesI-{pake it to my face. 
 Par. Thy face is mine,and thou haft flaundred it. 
 Tul. It may be fo,for it is not mine owne. 
 Are youat leifure,Holy Father now, 
 Or fhall I cometoyon atevening Mafle? 
 Fri. My leifure ferves me penfive daughter now. 
 My Lord I mutt intreatthe time alone. 
 
 Par. Godtheild:! fhould difturbe Devotion, 
 
 Iuliet, on Thurfday early will I rowfe yee, 
 Till then adue,and keepethis holy kifle.  £ wit Paris. 
 Jui. O fhut the doore,and when thou haft done fo, 
 
 Come weepe with me,paft hope;palt care,patt helpe. 
 Fri. O Iuliet,1 already know thy griefe, 
 It ftrainesme paft the compafle of my wits: 
 Theare thon mutt, and nothing may prorogue it, 
 On Thurfday next be married to this Count, 
 Zul. Teil me not Frier that thou heareft of this, 
 Vnleffe thou tell me how I may prevent it: 
 If in thy wifedome,thou canft give no helpe, 
 Dothou but call my refolution wile, 
 And with’ this.knife,tke helpe it prefently. 
 God joyn’d my heart,and Komeos, thou our hands, 
 And ere this hand by thee to Remeo feal’ds 
 Shall be the Lab«li to.ancther Deede, 
 | Ormy teuc heart iyach rrecheronsreveolt. 
 Turne to anothcr,this Spall flay them both: 
 Therefore out of chy long experien ft time, 
 Give me fome prefent couniell or behold 
 T wixt my extreames and me, this bloody knife 
 Shall play the umpire,arbirating that, 
 Which the conmiion of thy yearesand art, 
 Could to ne iffye of rrne honour bring: 
 Be net {o long to {peak, 1 long to dic, 
 If whac thou ipeak ft, {peake not of remedy. 
 Fri. Hold. Daughter ,L doe {pic a kind of hope, 
 Which cravesas defperate an execution, 
 Asthatis defperate which we would prevent. 
 If rather then ro marry Countie Paris 
 Thou haft che ftrength of willto lay thy felfe, 
 Then is it likely thou wilt undertake 
 A thing like death to chide away this fhame, 
 That coap’it with death himfefe,to {cape fro its 
 Andifthou dar {tlle give chee remedy. 
 Iul, O bid me leape,rather then marry Paris, 
 From of the Battlements of any Tower, 
 Or walke in theevifl waies,or bidme lurke 
 Where Serpents are:chaine me with roaring Beares 
 Or hide me nightly ia. a Charnell honfe, 
 Orecovered quite with dead mens ratling bones, 
 With recky fhankesaed yellow chapplefle fculls: 
 Or bid me go into anew made grave, 
 And hide me with a dead manin his grave, 
 Things tliat to heare them told,have made me tremble, 
 And I will doe it without feare or doubt, , 
 To livean vnftaind wifeto my {weet Love. F ie 
 Fri. Hold then:goe home be merry, give conferit, 
 Tomarry Paris:wenfday isto morrow, = 
 To morrow night looke that thon lie alone, 
 Let not thy. Nurfe le with thee in thy. Chamber:. . 
 Take thou this Violl being then inbed, § 
 And this diftilling liquor drinke thou off, : 
 When prefently through all thy veines:fhall run,” ~ 
 
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 T he Tragedy of Romeo and Iuhet. 
 
 ) A cold and drowfie humour:for no pulfe 
 
 | Shall keepe his native progreffe,but {urceafe: 
 
 | No warmth,no breath thail teftifie thou liveft, 
 | The Rofes in thy lips and cheekes fhall fade 
 
 To mealy afhes, the eyes windowes fall 
 
 Like death when he fhuts up the day of life: 
 
 Each part depriv’d of fupple government, 
 
 Shall {tiffe and ftarke,and cold appeare like death, 
 ‘And in this borrowed likeneffe of fhrunke death 
 Thon fhalt continue two and forty houres, 
 
 And then awake,as from a pleafant fleepe. 
 Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes, 
 To rowfe the from thy bed, there art thou dead: 
 Then as the manner of our country is, 
 In thy beft Robes uncover’d on the Beere, 
 Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds grave: 
 Thou fhalt be borne to that fame antient vault, 
 Where allthe kindred of the (apalets lie, 
 In the meane time againft thou fhaltawake; 
 | Shall Romeoby my Letters know our drift, 
 And hither fhall he come,and that very night 
 Shall Romeo beare thee hence to A4antua, 
 And this thall free thee from this prefent fhame, 
 if no inconftant toy nor womanith feare, 
 Abate thy valour in the acting it. 
 
 Tul, Give me,give me,O tell not me of feare. 
 
 Fri, Hold get you gene,be ftrong and profperous: 
 In this refolve.tic fenda Frier with {peed 
 | To Mantza with my Letters to thy Lord. 
 | Jul. Love giveme ftrength, 
 | And firength hall helpe afford: 
 | Farewell deare father. 
 
 Enter Father Capulet «.Mother,N urfeand 
 
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 | ferving men, twoor three. 
 
 Ext. 
 
 Cap. So many guefts invite as here are writ, 
 | Sirrah,go hire me twenty cunning Cookes. 
 | Ser. You fhall have nonei'! fir, for Ile trie if they can 
 | licke their fingers. 
 | Cap. How canftthou trie them fo? ; 
 Ser, Marry fir , tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his 
 | owne fingers:therefore he that cannot licke his fingers 
 goes not with me. 
 Cap. Go-be gone, we fhall be much unfurnifht for this 
 time : what ismy Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence? 
 | Wur. 1 forfooth. 
 Cap. Well he may. chance to dd fome good on her, 
 A peevith felfe-wild harlotry itis. 
 Enter Iuliets 
 Nur. See where fhe comes from fhrift 
 With merry looke 
 Cap. How now my headftrong, 
 Where have you bin gadding? 
 Iul. Where 1 have Icarnt me to repent the fin 
 Of difubedient oppofition: 
 To you and your behefts,andam enjoynd 
 By holy Lawrence,to fall proftrate here, 
 To beg your pardon:pardon I befeech you, 
 Henceforward I am.everrul’d by you, 
 Cap. Sénd for the Count, goe tell him of this, 
 He have this knot knit up to morrow morning. 
 Jul..I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, 
 And gave him what becomed Loyel might, 
 Not ftepping ore the bounds of modeftie. 
 
 Cap. Why Iam glad on’t,this is well, {tand up, > Ris 
 
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 The Tragedy of Romeo and Fyliet. 
 
 This. isas’t {hould be,let me fee the County: 
 I marry go I fay,and fetch him hither. 
 Now afore God,this reverend holy Frier, 
 Allour whole Citty is much bound to him. 
 
 Iu. Nurfe will you goe with me into my Clofet, 
 Tohelpe me fort {uch needfull ornaments, 
 Asyou thinke fit-to furnifh me to morrow? 
 
 Ado. No not till Thurfday there is time inoughs 
 
 Fa, Go Nurfe,gowith her, 
 
 Weele to Church to morrow. 
 Exeunt Inlet and N prfe. 
 
 Ado. We fhall be fhort in our provifion, 
 Tis now necre night. 
 
 Fa.Tuth,I will ftirre about, . 
 And allthings thallbe well, I warrant thee wife: 
 Go thou to /uliet,helpe to deckeup hers 
 Ile nor to bed to night, let me alone: 
 Ile play the hufwite for this once. What ho? 
 They are all fortb,well I will walke my felfe 
 To County Paris, co prepare bim up 
 Againft to morrowsmy hieart is wondrous light, 
 Sihce this fame way-ward Gyrle is fo reclam’d. 
 
 Exeunt Father and Mother. 
 
 Enter lulict and Nurfe. 
 Jnl thofe attiresare beft,bur gentle Nurfe 
 I pray thee leane me'to my {elfe tonight: 
 For I have need of many Oryfons, 
 To move the heaveris to{mile upon my ftatc, 
 Which well thou know’ft,iscroffe and full of fine 
 Exter Mother. 
 
 (Mo. What are you bufie ho2neéd you my Help? 
 Jul. No Madam, wwe have cull’d fuchmeceflaries 
 As are behoonefullfor our ftate to. morrow: 
 
 So pleafe you,let me now be left alone; 
 And let the Nurfe thisnight fit up with you, 
 For I amfure,you haveyour handsfullall, 
 In this fofudden bufinefic. 
 
 (Mo. Goodnight. 
 Get thee to bed arid reft,for thou haft need. 
 
 dul. Farewell: f 
 God knowes when we fhall:meete againe. 
 I havea faint cold feare thrills throughmy veines 
 That almott freezes up the heate of fires 
 Ie calhthemrbacke agaitie to comfort me. 
 Nurfeswihat fhouldithe do here? 
 My difmali Sceane,1 needs mutt actalone: 
 Come Viall,whatif this mixture do not worke at all? 
 Shall I be married thenz© morrow morning? 
 No,no.this thall forbidit« Liethou there, 
 What if itbe a poifon whichthe Peter 
 Subtilly hath miniftred to haye.me dead, 
 Left in this marriage he. fhould.be difhonour d, 
 Becaufe he married me before.to Romea? 
 I feare it is,and yet me thinkes it fhould not. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 \ For hehath {till beene tried a holy mae 
 
 How, if when! am laidinto the Tombe, 
 
 Iwake before the time that Romeo : 
 Cometo redeeme me? There’ sia fearefull:point: 
 
 Shall Enot then be ftifted inthe Vault? 
 To whofe foulemonth.novhealthfomeiayre breaths, 
 ‘Andtheredie ftrangled ere my Romeo comes: 
 
 Onif Vive, is it not very like, 
 
 The horrible conceit of death and night, 
 
 Together withthe terror of the place; 
 
 | AsiniaVaule,an ancientreceptacle, 
 
 | Se SSS eS oF 
 
 Where for thete many hundred yeeres the bones 
 Of all my buried Auncettors are packt, 
 Where bloody 7yba/t,yet but greene in earth, 
 Lies feftring in his fhrow'd,whereas they fay, 
 At fome houres in the night,Spirits refort: 
 Alacke,alack is it not like:that I 
 So early waking, what with loathfome fmels, 
 And fhrikes like Mandrakes torneout of the earth, 
 That living mortals hearing them,run mad. 
 Or if I walke, fhall I not be diftraughe, 
 | Invironed with all thefe hideonsfeares, 
 And madly play with my forefathers joy nts? 
 And plucke the mangled 76s/ from his fhrow’d? 
 And in this rage,with fome great kinfmans bone; 
 As( with a ciub)dafh out my defperate braines. 
 O looke,me thinks I feemy Cozins Ghoft, 
 Seeking out Romeo that did {pit his body 
 Vpon his Rapiers point:f{tay Zybale, tay; 
 Rome,Romeo,Romeo,here’s drinke:I drinke tothee. 
 
 Enter Lady of the houfeand N ures 
 
 Lady. Hold, ae 
 Take thefe keies,and fetch more {pices Nurfe, 
 Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Paftrie, 
 Enter old Capnlet 
 Cap. Come; ftir;ftir, ftir, 
 The fecond Coc:-chath Crow’d, 
 The Curphew Bell hath ruog,tis three a clocke: 
 | Looketo the bakte meates,good Angelica, 
 Spare not for colt. 
 Nur. Go you Cot-queane,go, 
 Get you to bed,faith youte be ficke to morrow 
 For this nights watching. 
 Cap. Nonot a whit.what?! have watchtere now 
 All night for alefle caufe,and neere beene ficke, 
 La. I you havebin a Moufe-buntin your ume, 
 | Buel will watch you from {uch watching now. 
 Exit Lady and Nurfe, 
 Cap..A jealous hood;a jealous hood, 
 Now fellow,whats there? 
 Enter three or foure with (pits,and logs and baskets. 
 | Fel. Things for the Cooke fir,butI know not what. 
 | Cap. Make haft,make haft, firrha,ferch drier Logs. 
 Call Peter he willthew thee where they are. 
 | Fell havea head fir,that willfind out logs, 
 | And never trouble Peter for the matter. 
 Cap. Maffe and wellfaid,a merry horfon,ha, 
 Thon fhalt be loggerhead, good Faith,tis day. 
 Piay Muficke, 
 The County will be here with Muficke fraight, 
 | For fo he (aid he would,] heare himneere, 
 | Narfe,wife, what hofwhact Nurfe I fay? 
 | Enter Nurfe. 
 | Go waken /udset ,go-and trim her up, 
 | Te goandchat with *Parss:hie,make halt, 
 | Make ha(t,che Bridegroome;he is come already? 
 | Make haft i fay. 
 | Nar. MiftrisywharMiltristuheePPalt I warcant her, 
 Why Lambe, why Lady?fie-youflugeabed, 
 Why Love | fay?Madam,fweet heart:w hy Bride? 
 
 Whatnora word?'You take your-peniworths now. 
 Sleepe for a weeke,for the next'night I warrant 
 The County Paris-hath fetup hisreft, 
 
 That you fhall reft butlittle,God forgive me: 
 Marry and Amen:how found is the a fleepe? 
 
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I muft needs wake her:Madam,Madam,Madam, 
 I,let the County take youin your bed, 
 
 Heele fright you up yfaith. Will it not be? 
 
 What dreft,and in your clothes,and downe againe? 
 I muft needs wake you:Lady,Lady,Lady? 
 Alas,alas,helpe,helpe,my Ladys dead, 
 Oh weladay,that ever I was borne, 
 Some Aqua-vit ho.my Lord,my Lady? 
 
 (Me. What noife is heere? 
 
 Near. O lamentable day. 
 
 Mo. W hat is the matter? 
 
 Nur. Loeke,looke,oh heavy day- 
 
 Mo.O me,O me;my Child, my onely lifes 
 Revive,looke up,or I willdie with thee: 
 Helpe,helpe,call helpe. 
 
 Enter Father. 
 
 Fa. For fhame bring Jstiet forth, her Lord is come: 
 
 Nar, Shee’s dead: deceatt,{hee’s dead:alacke the day. 
 
 M.Alackethe day ,{hee’s dead ,fhee*s dead, fhee’s dead. 
 
 Fa. Ha?Let me {ee her : out alas fhee’s cold, 
 
 Her blood is fetled and her joynts are ftiffe: 
 Lifeand thefe lips havelong bene feparated: 
 Death lies on her likean untimely froft 
 Vponthe fweteft flower of ali the field. 
 
 Nur.O Lamentable day! 
 
 Mo. O wofull time, ; 
 
 Fa, Death that hath tane her hence to make me wailc, 
 Tiesup my tongne,and will not let me {pcake- 
 
 Exter Frier and the County. 
 
 Fri. Come,isthe Bride ready to goto Church? 
 
 Fa. Ready to go,but never to returne- 
 
 O Sonne,the night beforethy wedding day, 
 Hath death laine with thy wifezfec there fhe lies, 
 Flower as fhe was,deflowred now by him. 
 Death is my Sonneinlaw,death is my Heire, 
 My Daughter he hath wedded.I will die, 
 
 And leave him ail life living,all isdeaths. 
 
 Pa. Have I thought long tofeethis mornings face, 
 And doth it give me {uch a fight as this? 
 
 Mo. Accur’it,unhappy, wretched, hatefull day, 
 
 Moft miferable houre,that ere time faw 
 
 In lafting labour of his Pilgrimage. 
 
 But one,poore one, one poore and loving Child, 
 But onc thing to rejoyce and folace in, 
 
 And cruell death hath catcht it from my fight. 
 
 Ner. O.wo, O wofull,wofull,wofull day, 
 Moft lamentable day,moft wofullday, 
 
 That ever,ever;] did yet behold. 
 
 O day,O day,O day,O hatefull day, 
 
 Newer was {eerie fo blacke a day as this: 
 
 O wofull day,O wofull day. 
 
 Pa. Beguild ,divorced,wronged,fpighted, flaine, 
 Moft deteftable death, by thee beguil'd, 
 
 By cruell,crucli thee quite overthrowne: 
 Olo¥e,O life;notlife,but lone in death. 
 
 Fa. Defpis’d,diftrefled hhatedsmartir'd,icil’d, 
 Vacomfortable time, why cam’ftrhou now 
 To murther,murther our folemnity? 
 
 O Child,O Child;my foule,and not my Child, 
 Dead art thou,alacke my Child is dead; 
 And with my Child,my joyes are buried. 
 
 Fri. Peace ho for fhame,confufions:Care lives not 
 Inthefe confufions,heaven and your felfe 
 Had part inthis faire Maid,now heaven hathall,. > 
 And ail the better is it for the Maids: / . 
 Your part in her,you could notkeepe from death, «. 
 
 Enter Mother. 
 
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 T he Tragedy of Romeo and Luliet. 
 a anne ones nnn RE 
 
 But heaven kepes his part in eternall lifes 
 
 The moft you fought was her promotion, 
 
 For ‘twas your heaven, that the fhould be advanc’t. 
 
 And weepe ye now, teeing fhe is advanc’t 
 
 Above the Cloudes,as high as Heavenit felfe? 
 
 O in this love,you love your Child fo ill, 
 
 That you run mad,feeing that fhe is well: 
 
 Shee’s not well married,that lives married long, 
 
 But thee’s beft married, that dies married yong. 
 
 Drie vp your teeres, and fticke your Rofemarie 
 
 On this taire Coarfe, andas the cuftome is 
 
 And in her beft array beare her to Church: 
 
 For though fond Nature bids all us lament, 
 
 Yet Natures teares are Reafons merriment. 
 
 Fa, Allthingsthat we ordained Feftivall, 
 
 Turne from their ottice to blacke Fanerall: 
 
 Our infiruments to melancholy Bells 
 
 Our wedding cheare,toa fad buriall Feaft: 
 
 Our folemne Hymnes,to fullen Dyrges change; 
 
 Our Bridall flowers ferve for a buried Coarfe: 
 
 Andall thingschange them tothe contrary. 
 
 Frs. Sir go you in,and Madam,go with him; 
 
 And go fir Parés,every one prepare 
 
 To follow this faire Coste unto her grave: 
 
 The heavens do Jowre upon you, for fome ill: 
 Move them no more,by croffing theirhigh will.Exeunt, 
 (Ma. Faith we may put up our Pipes and be gone 
 
 Nur. Honeft goodfellowes:Ah put up putup, 
 
 For well you know,this isa pittifull cafe. 
 
 Mua.1 by my troth,the cafe may be amended. 
 Enter Peter. 
 Pet. Mufitians,oh Mufitians, 
 
 Hearts cafe, hearts eafe, 
 
 O, and you will have me live,play hearts cafe. 
 (Mu. W hy hearts cafe; 
 
 Pet. O Mufitians; } 
 
 Becaufe my heastit felfe plaiesymy heart is fulls 
 din. Not a dump we,tis no-time to play nows 
 Pet. You will not then? 
 
 Ma. No. 
 
 Pet. I will then give it you foundly- 
 
 Ma. W hat will you give us? 
 
 Pet. Nomoney on my faith,but theglecke. 
 
 I will give you the Miniftrell. ; 
 (uu. Then will I give you the Serving creatures 
 Pet, Then will I lay the ferving Creatures Daggeron 
 
 your pate.I will cary no Crochets,, lleReyou,lle Fa you, 
 
 do you noteme? 
 (Mu. And you Re us,and Fa ‘us,you Noteus. 
 
 2. Af, Pray you put up your Dagger, 
 
 And put out your wit. : 
 
 Then have at you with my wit: 
 
 Pet. I will dry-beate you withan yron wit, 
 
 And put up my yron Dagger. 
 
 Anf{were me like mens 
 
 When griping griefes the heart doth wound, then Mu- 
 
 fickewith her filver found. ; : 
 
 Why filver found?why Mufické with her filver found? 
 
 what fay you Siwson Catling? 
 
 Mu, Mary fir,becaufe fiver hath a fweet found. 
 | Pet. Prateft,whatfay you Hugh Rebicke? 
 2.44.1 {ayrfilver found ,becaufe Mufitions found for fil- 
 Pet. Prateft to, what fay you Lames Sound-Poft ? (vet 
 3- Mu. Faith I know not whatto fay. 
 Pet. O lcry youmercy,youare the Singer. 
 I will fay for you;it is Muficke with her filver found, 
 
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 Becaufe Mufitians kave no gold for founding: 
 Then Muficke with her filver found with {peedy helpe 
 doth lend redreffe. Exit. 
 Ada, W hat a peftilent knave is this fame? 
 M4.2.Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarry for 
 the Mourners, and ftay dinner. Exit. 
 Enter Romeo. 
 Rom, If I may truft the flattering truth of fleepe, 
 My dreames prefage fome joyfull newes at hand: 
 My bofomes Lord fits lightly in his throne: 
 Andall this winged vnaccattom’d {pirit, 
 Lifts me above the ground with cheerefull thoughts. 
 I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead, 
 (Strange dreame that gives a dead man leave to thinke,) 
 And breath’d {uch life with kiffes in my lips, 
 That I reuiv’d and was an Emperour. 
 Ah me,how {weet is loveit felte poffeft, 
 When but loves fhadowesare fo rich in joy. 
 Enter Romeo's man. 
 Newes from Verena,how now Balthazar? 
 Doft thou not bring me Letters from the Frier? 
 How doth my Lady#Is my Father well? 
 How doth my Lady Julier?that I aske againe, 
 For nothing can be ill,if fhe be well. 
 Ma, Then fhe is well,and nothing can be ill. 
 Her body fleepes in (apels Monument, 
 And her:tmmortall part with Angels lives 
 I faw her laid low in her kindreds Vaule. 
 And prefently tooke Pofteto tellit you: 
 O pardon me for bringing thefe ill newes, 
 Since you did leave it for my office Sir. 
 Rem. ist even fo? 
 Then I deny you Starres. 
 Thou knoweft my lodging,get me.inke and paper, 
 And hire Poft-Horfes,I will hence tonight. 
 Ma. 1 do befeech you fir, have patience: 
 Your lookes are paleand wilde,and doimport 
 Some mifadventure. 
 Rom. Tuth;thou art deceiv’d, 
 Leave me,and do the thing I bid thee does 
 Haft thou no Letters to me from the Frier? 
 (Mu. No,my good Lord. 
 
 Exit Man. 
 Rom. No matter:Getthee gone, 
 
 And hyre thofe Horfesylle be with thee firaight. 
 
 Well déet,I willlie with thee tonight: _ 
 
 Lets fee for meanes:O mifchiefe thou art fwift, 
 
 Toenter in the thoughts of defperate men: 
 
 I doremember an Appothecary, 
 
 And here abouts he dwels,which late I noted 
 
 In tattred weeds,with overwhelming browes, 
 
 Culling of Simples,meager Were his lookes, 
 
 Sharpe miferie had worne him to the bones: 
 
 And in his needie fhopa Tortoys hung, 
 
 An Allegater {taft,and other skins 
 
 Of ill fhap’d fifhes,and abont his fhelves, 
 
 A bepgerly account of empty boxes, 
 
 Greene earthen pots,Bladders,and mufty feedes, 
 
 Remnants of packthred,and old cakes of Rotes 
 
 Were thinly {cattered,to make up a fhew- 
 
 Noting this penury,to my felfe I faid, 
 
 Anifa man did needa poifonnow; 
 
 Whofe fale is prefent death in Adanrua, 
 
 Herelivesa Caitiffe wretch would fell it him. 
 
 Othis fame thought did but fore-run my need, 
 
 And this fame needy man nauft fellit me. 
 
 ELIE EE EE ES SSS ES ENE NE ESE CL ERE Ae TE SO AED aOR 
 
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 As Tremember,this fhould be the houfe, 
 Being holy day, the beggers fhop is fhut. 
 W hat ho? Appothecary? 
 Enter Appothecary. 
 App. Who call’s fo low’d? 
 Rom, Come hither mar,I fee that thou art poore, 
 Hold, there is forty Dukets, let me have 
 A dram of poifon, {uch foone {peeding geare, 
 As will difperfe it felfe through ail the veines, 
 That the life-weary-taker may falldead, 
 And thar the Trunke may be difcharg’d of breath, 
 As violently,as hafty powder fier'd 
 Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe. 
 efp. Such mortall drugs I have,but Vantwas law 
 Is death to any he,that veters them. 
 Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedneffe, 
 And fear’{tto die? Famine is in thy cheekes, 
 Need and oppreffion ftarveth in thy eyes, 
 Contempt and beggery hang on thy backel 
 The world is not thy friend,nor the worlds law: 
 The world affords no law to make thee rich. 
 Then be not poore,but breake it,and take this. 
 Ap. My poverty,but not my will confents, 
 Roms | pray thy poverty,and not thy will. 
 ep. Put thisin any liquid thing you will 
 And drinke it off,and if you had the ftrength 
 Of twenty men,it would difpatch you ftraights 
 Roms. There’s thy Gold, 
 Worfe poifon tomens foules, 
 Doing mere murther in this loathfome world, 
 Then thefe poore compounds that thou mayeft not fell. 
 I {ell thee poifon,thou haft fold me none, 
 Farewell, buy food, aiid get thy felfe in flefhy, 
 Come Cordiall,and not poifon,go with me 
 To luhets grave,for there muft I ufe thee. 
 Excunt. 
 Enter Frier Iobn to Frser Lawrenee. 
 Joha. Holy Franciscan Fricr Brother, ho? 
 : Enter Frier Lavowence. 
 
 Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Frier Jobn. 
 Welcome trom ALantua,what {ayes Romeo? 
 Or if mind be writ, give me-his Letter. 
 
 Joh, Going to find abare-foore Brother out, 
 One of our order to affsciate me, 
 
 Here in this City vifiting the fick, 
 
 And finding him,the Searchers of the Towne 
 Sufpecting that we both were ina houfe 
 Where the infectious peftilence did raigne, 
 Seal’d up the doores,and would not let us torth, 
 So that my {peed to Afantua there was ftaid, 
 
 Law. Who bare my Letter thento Romsco? 
 
 Toh. . could not fend it,here it is againe, 
 Nor get ameflenger to bring it thee, 
 
 So fearefull were they of intection. 
 
 Law. Vohappy Fortune:by my Brotherhood 
 The Letter wasnot nice, but full of charge, 
 Of deare import,and the neglecting it 
 May do much danger: Frier lob go hence, 
 Get mean Iron Crow,and bring it ftraight 
 Vnto my Cell. 
 
 Job. Brother Ile goand bring it thee. 
 
 Law. Now muitI to the Monument alone, 
 Within this three houres will faire Jaéet wake, 
 Shee will befhrew me much that Romeo 
 Hath had no notice of thefe accidents: 
 
 But I will write againe to Alantua, 
 
 Exit. 
 
And keepe her at my Cell till Rowseo come, } 
 Poore living Coarfe,clos‘d ina dead mans Tombe, ° 
 
 Mit 
 Emer Paris ana bis Page, 
 
 Par, Give me thy Torch Boy,hence and ftand aloft, 
 Yet put it out,for 1 would not be feene: 
 Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all alone, 
 Holding thy eare clofetothe hollow ground, 
 So fhall no foot upon the Churchyard tread, 
 Being loofe,unfirme with digging up of Graves, 
 But thou fhalt heare it:whiftle then to me, 
 As fignall that thou heareft fome thing approach, 
 Give me thole fowers. Doas I bid thee,go- 
 Pag. Lamalmoft afraid to ftand along 
 
 Here in the Churchyard, yet I willadvencure. Exit. 
 
 Pa.Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridal bed I ftrew: 
 O woe,thy Canopy is duft and ftones, 
 Which with {weet water nightly I willdewe, 
 Or wanting that, with teares diftill’d by mones; 
 The obfequies that I for thee will keepe, 
 Nightly fhail be,to ftrew thy grave,and weepe- 
 
 Whift le Boy. 
 
 The Boy gives warning,fomething doth approach, 
 What curfed foot wanders this way tonight, 
 Tocroffe my obfequies and true loves right? 
 What witha Torch? Muffie me night while. 
 
 Enter Romeo,and Peter. 
 
 _ Rom Give me that Mattocke,8& the wrenching Iron, 
 Hold take this Letter;carly inthe morning 
 
 See thou deliver it tomy Lord and Father, 
 Give methelight:upon thy life I charge thee, 
 What ere thou hear’ft or feeft,ftand ali aloofe, 
 Awddo not interrupt me in my courfe. 
 | Why I defcend intothis bed of death, 
 | Is partly to behold my Ladies Faces: i262 
 But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger, 
 A precious Ring:a Ring that 1 muftufe, 
 In deare employmient,therefore hence be gone: 
 But ifthou jealous doft 'returne to pric | 
 In what 1 further thal intend to do, 
 By heaven I will teare thee joynt by joynt, 
 And ftrew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs: 
 Thetime,and my intents are favege wilde: 
 More fierce and more inexorable farre, 
 Then empty Tygers, or the roaring Sea, 
 
 Pet. I willbe gone fir,and not'trouble you 
 
 Po. So fhalt thou fhew me friend{hip : take thon'that, 
 Live and be profperous,and farewell good fullow- 
 
 Pet. For all this fame,lle hide me here about, 
 | Hislookes I feare,and hisintents1 doubt, Exit. 
 Rom. Thou deteftable mawe,thou wombe of death, 
 } Gorg’d with the deareft morfell of che earths 
 Thus I enforée thy rotten lawes to open, 
 And in defpight, Ileierai thee with more food. 
 
 Par. This is that banifht haughty Mountague, 
 
 Thar murdred my Loves Gozinswith which griefe, 
 It is fuppofedthe faire Creature died, 
 ‘And here is come todo fome villanous fhame 
 To the dead bodies:1 willapprehend him. 
 Stop thy unhallowed toyle.vile Afoumtague: 
 Can vengeance be purfued'further thendeath? 
 Condemned villaine,1do apprehend thee. 
 Obey and go with me,forthou mutt die, 
 
 T be Tragedy of Romeo and Inliet. 
 
 | O what more favour can dotothee, 
 
 Rom. I muft indeed,and therfore camel hither: 
 Good gentle youth,tempt not a deiperate man, 
 Elie hence and leave me,thinke upon thofegone, 
 Let them affright thee. Ibefeech thee Youth, 
 
 Put not an other fin uponmy head, 2 
 By urging meto fury. O begone, 
 By heaven I love thee better then my felfe, 
 For I come hither arm’d againft my felfes 
 Stay riot, be gone,live,and hereafter fay, 
 A mad mans mercy bid thee run away. 
 Par, Idodefie thy commiferation, 
 And apprchend thee fora Fellon here. 
 Ro, Wilt thou provoke me? Then haveat thee Boy, 
 Pet. O Lordthey fight,1 will go call the Watch 
 Pa. OJ am flaine, if thou be merciful, 
 Open the Tombe;lay me with luliet. 
 ‘Rom. In faith I will,lecme pertife this face, 
 ¢Mercutius kinfman,Noble County Parss, 
 What faid my man,when my betoffed foule 
 Did notattend him as we rode? thinke 
 He told me Paris fhould have married Julier, 
 Said henot fo? Or did 1 dreame at £0? 
 Or am I mad, hearing him talke of /user, 
 To thinke it was fo2O give me thy hand, 
 One, writ with me in fowre misfortunes booke, 
 Ile bury thee in a triumphant grave. 
 A Grave,O no,aLanthorhe;flaughtred Youths . 
 For here lies /w/iet, ahd her beauty makes 
 This Vault a feafting prefence full of light. 
 Death lie thou there,by a dead maninter'd. 
 How oft when menare at the point ofdeath, 
 Have they beene merry?Which their Keepers call 
 A lightning before death?Oh how may I 
 Calithisa lightning?O my Lovesmy Wife, 
 Death that hath fuck the honey of thy breath, 
 Hath had no power yet upon thy Beauty: 
 Thou are not conquer’d: Beauties enfigne yet 
 Is Crymfon in thy lips,and in thy cheekes, 
 And Deaths pale flag is not advanced theres 
 Tybult,ly’ ft thou there in thy blondy theet? 
 
 Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaines 
 To funder his that was thy enemy? 
 
 Forgive me Cozen. Ah deare Jwliet: 
 
 Why art thou yet fo faire? will beleeve, 
 
 Shall I beleeve,that unfubftantiall death is amorous? 
 And that the leane abhorred Montfter keepes 
 
 Thee here indarke to be his Paramourr 
 
 For feare of that,I {till will ftay withthee; 
 
 And never from this Palace of dym night 
 
 Depart againe:come lic thou in my armess 
 
 Heere’s to thy health,where ere thou tumbleft ins 
 © true Apporhecary! 
 Thy drugs are quicke. Thus withakiffe I die, ° 
 Depart againe; here, here will I remaine, 
 
 With Wormes that arethy Chambermaides:O here. 
 Will! fet up my everlafting reft: 
 And thakethe yoke of inanfpicious ftarres 
 From this worlds wearied fleth:Eyes looke yout lait: 
 Armes take your laftembrace: Andlips;O ‘you 
 The doores of breath, {eale witha righteous kiffe 
 A dateleffe bargaine to ingroffing death: 
 
 Come bitter conduét,come unfaveury guide, 
 Thon defperate Pilot now atonce run on 
 
 The dafhing Rocks,thy Sea-ficke weary Barke: ' 
 Heere’s to my Love. O true.Appothecary:: thy 
 
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 | Tragedy of Romeo and Fuliet. 
 
 Thy drugs are quicke» Thus with akifle I die. 
 Exter Prisr with Lanthorne,Crow,and Spade. 
 Fri. St. Francis be my {peed, how oftro night 
 Have my old feet ftumbied at: graves? Who's there? 
 Maz.Her’s one,a Friend,& one that knowes you well. 
 Fri. Bliffe be upon you. Tell me good my Friend 
 What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light 
 Togrubs,and eyeleffe Sculles? As difcerne, 
 It burneth in the (ape/s Monument. 
 Man. 1: doth fo hely fir, 
 And there's my Maifter,one that you love: 
 Fré. Who is it? 
 (Man. Romeo. 
 Fris How long hath be bin there? 
 Man. Full haltean houre. 
 Fri. Go with me to the Vaults 
 (Man, \ dare not Sir. 
 My Maifter knowes not but Iam gone hence, 
 And fearefully did menace me with death, 
 If f did {tay tolooke on his entents. 
 Fri. Stay then Ile goalone,feares come upon me- 
 O much I feare fome ill unluckie thing. 
 (Mar.As I did fleepe under this young tree here; 
 I dreamt my maiiter and another fought, 
 And that my Mailter flew him. 
 Fri, Romeo. 
 Alacke,alacke, what blood is this which ftaines 
 The {tony entrance of this Sepuleher? 
 What meane thefe Maifterleffe,and goary Swords 
 To lie difcolour’d by this place of peace? 
 Romeo,oh pale: who elfer?what Paris too? 
 And fteept in blood? Ah what an unkn’d houre 
 Is guilty of this lamentable chance? 
 The Lady ftirs. 
 Iul.O comfortable Frier,where’s my Lord? 
 1 do remember well where 1 fhouldbe: 
 And there 1 ant, where is my Romeo? 
 Fri. V heare fom noife Lady,come from that neft 
 Ofdeath,contagion,and unnaturall fleepe; 
 A greater power then we can contradict 
 Hath thwarted our entents,come, come away, 
 Thy husband in thy bofome there lies dead: 
 And Paris too:come Ile difpofe of thee, 
 Among Sifterhood of holy Nunnés: 
 Stay notto queftion, for the watch is Comming, 
 Come,go good I##er,1 dare no longer ftay. 
 It. Go get thee hence, for I will not away, 
 What’s here? cup clos’d in my ttuz loves hand? 
 Poifon I fee hath bin his timeleffe end 
 Ochurle,drinke all?and left no friendly drop, 
 To hipe me after,! will kiffe thy lips, 
 Happly fome poifon yet doth hang on them, 
 To make me die witha reftorative. 
 Thy lips are warme- 
 by eee Enter Boy and Watch. 
 Watch.Lead Boy, which way? 
 Tal. Yea noife? 
 Then ile be bricfe. O happy Dagger. 
 Tis in thy fheath,there ruit and let me die Kes herfelfe. 
 Boy. Thisis the place, 
 There wherethe Torch doth burne 
 Watch. The ground is bloody, 
 Search about the Churchyard. 
 Go fome of you, whvere you find attach. 
 Pittifnil-fight; here lres the County flaine, 
 And Isiiet bleeding, warme andnewly dead 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 | Who here hath laine thefe two dayes buried. 
 
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 Go tell the Prince,runne to the Capulets, 
 Raifeup the Adountagnes,fome othersfearch, 
 We fee the ground whercon thefe woes do lic. 
 But the true ground of ali thefe pireous woes, 
 We cannot without circumftance defery. 
 Enver Romeo’ s man. 
 Wat. Here’s Romeo's man; 
 We found him in the Churchyard. 
 Con, Hold him in fafety,till the Prince comes hither;! 
 Enter Fricr,and another Watchman. 
 3-Wat.Here isa Frier that trembles, fighes,and weepes 
 We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him, 
 As he was comming from this Church-yard fide 
 Con. A great {ufpition,ftay the Frier too. 
 Enter the Prince. 
 Prin. What mifadventure isfo earely up, 
 That calls our perfon from our mornings reft? 
 
 Enter Capulet ana bis wife. 
 Cap.W hat fhould it be that they fo fhrike abroad? 
 Wife. O the people in the ftrecte-crie Romeo. 
 Some /uliersand {ome Paris, and allrunne 
 With open out cry toward our Monument. 
 ‘Prt. W hat feare is this which ftartles in. your eares? 
 Wat. Soveraigne, here liesthe Countie Paris flaine, 
 And Romeo dead,and Juliet dead before, 
 Warme and new kil’d. 
 Pri, Search, 
 Seeke,and know how,this foule murder comes. 
 Wat. Here is a Frier,and Slaughter’d Romeos man, 
 With Inftruments upori them fitto open 
 Thefe dead mens Tombes, 
 (4p. O heaven! - 
 O-wite looke how our Daughter bleedes! 
 This Dagger hath miftaine, for loe his houfe 
 Is empty on the backe of —Mountague, 
 And is mifhéathcd in my Daughters bofome. 
 Wifei O me,this fight.of death,ic asa Bell 
 That warnes my o!dage toa Sepulcher. 
 Enter Mov ntague. 
 Pri, Come AMoustague,for thou artearly up 
 To fee thy Sonneand Heire,now carly downe, 
 (Moun. Alas myliege,my wife is dead to night, 
 Griefeofmy Sonnes exile hath opt her breaths 
 W hat further woe confpires againit my age? 
 Prs. Looke:and thou fhalt fee 
 _ Moa. O thow untanght,what manners in is this, 
 To preffe before thy Father toa grave? 
 Prs. Seale up the mouth of outrage for a while, 
 Till we cancleare thefe ambiguities, 
 And know their {pring their head, their true defcent, 
 And then will I begenerall ofyour woes, 
 And lead you evento death? meane time forbeare, 
 And Jet mifchance be flave to patience, 
 Bring forth the parties of fufpition. 
 Fri. 1am the greateft,ableto doe leaft, 
 Yet moft fufpected as the time and place 
 Doth make againft me of this direfull murther: 
 And heere I ftand both to impeach and purge 
 My felfe condemned,and my felfeexcus’d. 
 Pri. Then fay at once,what thou doft know in this? 
 Fri. I will be briefe,for my fhort date of breath 
 Is not fo long as is a tedious tale. 
 Romeo there dead,was husband to that Ju/iez, 
 And fhe there dead, that’s Powseos faichfull wife: 
 
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 I married them;and their ftolne marriage day 
 Was Taybalts Doomefday whofe untimely death _ 
 Banith’d the new-made Bridegroome from this City: 
 For whom (and not for Tybalt) Lubes pinde- 
 You, to remove that fiege of Griefe from her, 
 Betro:h’d,and would have married her perforce 
 To Countie Pars. Thencomes fhe to nie, 
 Aad(with wilde lookes)bid me devife fome meanes 
 fo rid her from this fecond Marriage, 
 Orih my Cell there would fhe kill ber felfe. 
 Then gave I her(fo Tuter'd by my Art) 
 A fleeping Potion, which fotooke effect 
 As Lintended,for it wrought on her 
 The forme of death. Meane time,I writ to Romeo, 
 That he fhou'd hither come,as this dyre night, 
 To helpetorake her from her borrowed grave, 
 Being the tine the Potions force fhould ceafe. 
 But he which bore my Letter,Frier Zobz, 
 Was ftay’d by accident;and yefternight 
 Return’d my Letter backe. Then all alone, 
 At the prefixed houre of her waking, 
 Came Ito take her from her Kindreds vault, 
 Meaning to keepe her clofely at my Cell, 
 Till conveniently could fend to Romeo, 
 But when 1 came(fome Minute ere the time 
 Ofher a waking)heere untimely lay 
 The Noble Farss,and true Romeo dead. 
 Shee wakes, and I Intreated her come foorth, 
 And beare this worke of Heaven,with patience: 
 But then, anoifedid fcarre me from the Tombe, 
 ; And fhe(too defperate would not go with me, 
 But(asit feemes )did violence on her felfe- 
 Allthis I know,andto the Marriage ber Nurf,is privy: 
 And if ought in this mifcarried by my fault, 
 Let my old life be facrific’d,fome houre before the time, 
 Vnto the rigour of fevereft Law. 
 Prin. We ftill have knowne thee for a Holy man, 
 Where’s Rewseo’s man? What can he fay to this? 
 Boy, brought my Maifter newes of Jaléets death, 
 
 FIN IS. 
 
 T he Tragedy of Komeo and Lulet. 
 
 ) And then in pofte he came from ALantwa 
 | Tothis fame place ;to this fame Monument. 
 This Letter he early bid me give his Father, 
 And threatned me with death, going in the Vault, 
 If I departed not,and left him there. 
 Prin. Give methe Letter, I willlooke on it. 
 Where is the Counties Page that rais’d the Watch? 
 Sirra,what made your Maitterin this place? |. 
 Pag.He came with flowres to ftrew his Ladies grave, 
 And bid me ftand aloofe,and fo I did: 
 Anon comes one withlight to ope the Tombe, 
 And by and by my Maifterdrew on him, 
 And then I ran away to call the Watch. = | 
 Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words, 
 Their courfe of Love,the tydings of her death: 
 And heere he writes,that he did buy a poyfon 
 Of a poore Pothecary,and therewithall 
 Came to this Vaultto dye, and lye with Iuhee, 
 Where bethefe Enemies? Capulet Mountague, 
 See what a {courge is laide upon your hate, 
 That Heaven finds meanes to kill. your joyeswith Love; _} 
 And I, for winkingat your difcords too, 
 Have loft a brace of Kinfmen:All are punifh’d, 
 Cap. O Brother AZountague,give methy hand, 
 This ismy Daughters joynture,for no more 
 Can I demand. 
 Moun. But I can givethee more: 
 For I will raife her Statue in pure Gold, 
 That whiles Verena by that name is knowne, 
 There fhall no figure at that Rate be fet, 
 Asthat of True and Faithfull Jw/set. 
 Cap. As rich fhall Roweo by his Lady lie, 
 Puore facrifices of our enmity, Beri, 
 Prin. Aglooming peace this morning-with it brings, 
 The Sunne for forrow will not fhew his head; 
 Go hence,to have more talke of thefe fad things, 
 Some fhall be pardon’d,aud fome punifhed. 
 | Fornever wasa Story of more Woe 
 | Then this of /#het, and her Romeo. 
 
 Exennt omnes, 
 
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 | OF AF HEN S, 
 Piitsan 3 poe En 
 Adlus Primus. ScenaPrima, 
 Enter Poet,Painter,leweller, Merchant and Adercer, | One might interpret. 3 E 
 at feverall doores. |. Pas. It isa pretty mocking of the lite: 
 ' Heere isatouch:ls’t good? 
 ji Poet. | Poe. T wiilfay of it, ; 
 It Turors Nature, Artificiall ftrife 
 Qod day Sir. Lives in thefe touches, livelier then life. 
 
 Poet. have not feene you long how goes | Enter certaine Senators. 
 
 Pain. 1am glad y’are well. | 
 
 Pain, it weares fir,as it growes. Pai. How this Lord is followed. 
 Poet. 1 that’s well knowne: Por. The Senators of Athens,happy men. 
 But what particular Rarity? W hat {trange, Pain. Looke moe. 
 Which manifold tecord not matches:{ee Po.Y ou fee this confluéce,this great flood of vifitérs, 
 Magicke of Bounty, all thefe {piritsthy power I have in this rough worke fhap’d outa man 
 Hath conjur’d to attend. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge 
 I know the Merchant. With ampleft entertainement:My free drift 
 ib Pai.1 know them borh: th’others a leweller. Halts not particularly bat moves it felfe 
 | Mer. Oti§'a worthy Lord. Ina wide Sea of wax,no levell’d malice 
 " lew, Nay that’s moft fixt. : Infeéts one commain the courfe I hold, 
 (Mer. A moft incomparableman , breath’d asit Were, | But ficsan Eagle fliyht,bold,and forth on, 
 To anuntyrable and continuate goodneiie : Leaving no Tract behinde. 
 He pafles. ‘Pat. How fhall I underftand you? 
 Jew.) have aTewell heere, is Pee. T willunboult to you. 
 Mer. © pray let’s fee’t. For the Lord Timon, fir? You {ee how all Conditions, how all Mindes, 
 
 Tew. 1 he will touch the eftimate, but for that ———_ |_ As well of glib and flipp’ry Creatures,as 
 Poe. WW hen we for recompence have prais’d the viid, | Of Graveand aiiftere quality,tender downe 
 
 It ftaines the glory ins that happy Verfe, Their fervicesto Lord Témonzhis large Fortune, 
 
 Which aptly fings the good. Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging, 
 Mer. Visa good fox me. Subdcues and properties to his love aud tendance 
 Tew. And rich:heere isa Water looke yes : Ailforts of hearts;yea,from the giafle-fac’d Flatterer 
 Pai. You ace rapt fir in fome worke,fome Dedication | To eApemantus,that few things loves better 
 
 to the great Lord. Then to abhorre himfelfe,even hee drops downe 
 Poe. Athine flipt idly from mes The knee before him,and returnes in peace 
 
 Our Poche is asa Gowne, which ufes Moft rich in Témons nod. 
 
 From whence tis nourifht:the fire ith Flint Pai. | fawthem {peake together. 
 
 Shewes not,till it be ftrooke:our gentle flame Poe. Sir, Lhaveupon a high and pleafant hill 
 
 provokes it felfe,and like the currant flyes Feign’d Fortune tobe thron’d. 
 
 Each bound itchafes. What have youthere? The Bafe o'th’ Mount 
 Pas. A Picture fir:when comes your Booke forth? Is rank’d with all deferts,all kinde of Natures 
 
 ae eS a 
 
 “ue Poe, Vpon the heeles of my prefentment fir. That labour on the bofome of this Sphere, 
 | Let’s fee your peece. ° To propagate their ftates;among’ft them all, 
 Pai. Tis a good Peece- ’ Whofe eyes are on this Soveraigne Lady fixt, 
 
 One do I perfonate of Lord Témons frame, 
 Whom Fortune with her Ivory hand wafts to het, 
 W hofe prefent grace,toprefent flaves and fervants ° 
 Tranflates his Rivals. 
 
 ‘Pai. Tis conceiv’d,to fcope 
 This Throne,this Fortune,and this Hill me thinkes 
 
 Foe. So tis,this comes off well,and excellent. 
 Pain. Indifferent: 
 Poe. Admirable: How this grace 
 Speakes his owne {tanding: what a mental] power 
 This eve fhootes forth?How bigge imagination 
 / | Moves in this Lip;to th'dumbnefle of the gefture, 
 
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 Timon of eA thens. 
 
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 With one man becken’d from the reft below, 
 Bowing his head-againit the fteepy Mount 
 
 To climbe his happinefle, would be well expreft 
 In our Condition. 
 
 Poe. Nay Sir,but heare me on: 
 
 Allthofe which were his Fellowes but of late, 
 Some better then his valew;on the moment 
 Follow his ftrides,his Lobbies fill withtendance, 
 1 Raine Sacrificiall whifperings in hiseare, 
 
 Make Sacred even his {tyrsop,and through him 
 Drinke the free Ayre. 
 
 Pai. 1 marry, what of thefe? 
 
 Poe. When fortune in her fhiftand change of mood 
 Spurnesdowne her late beloved;all his Dependants 
 Which labour’d after him to the Mountaines top, 
 Even ontheir kaces and hands, let him fit downe, 
 Not one accumpanying his declining foot. 
 
 Pai. Tis common: 
 
 A thonfand morall Paintings I can fhew, 
 
 More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well, 
 To thew Lord Timon,that meane eyes have feene 
 The foot above the head 
 
 Trumpets found. 
 Enter Lord Timon ,addre(sing bimfelfe curteon/ly 
 toevery Sustor. 
 
 Tim. Imprifon'd is he,fay you? 
 CMe/. Imy good Lord, five Talents is his debt, 
 His meanes mott fhoit,his Creditors moft ftraites 
 Your Honourable Letter he defires 
 Tothofe have fhut himup,which failing to him, 
 Periods his comfort. 
 Tim. Noble Ventidins well: 
 Lam not of thai Feather,to fhake off 
 My Friend when he muft neede me- ! do know him 
 A Gentleman,that well deferves a helpe, 
 Which he fhall bave.lle pay the debt,and free him. 
 Mef, ¥ our Loxthip ever bindes him. 
 Tin:. Commend me to him,! will fend his ranfome, 
 And being enfranchized bid him cometo me; 
 Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble up, 
 But to fupport him after. Fare you well. 
 CMe. Ail happineffe to your Honor- Exit. 
 Enter an old Athenian. 
 Olam. Lord Timon, beare me fpeake. 
 Tim. Freely good Father. 
 Old. Thou haita Servant nam’d Lucslias. 
 Tim. 1 have fo:What of him? 
 Old. Mott Noble Timson,call the man before thee. 
 Tim, Attends he hecre,or no? Lacslius. 
 Lue. Heere at your Lordthips fervice. 
 Old. This Fellow heere,L. Tsmon, thisthy Creature, 
 By night frequents my houfe. Fam a man 
 That from my firfthave beene inclin’d to thrift, 
 And my eftate deferves an Heyre more rais‘d, 
 Then one which holds a Treacher. 
 Tim. Well:what further? 
 Ola. One onely Daughter have Ino Kinlfe, 
 On whom I may conferre what I have got: 
 The Maid is faire.a th’youngeft for a Bride, 
 And I have bred her at my deereft coft 
 Th Qualities of the befte This man of thine 
 Atteaspts het loves] prythee( Noble Lord) 
 
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 That fhall demonftrate thefe quicke blowes of Fortune, 
 
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 Joyne with me to forbid him her refort, 
 My feife have {poke in vaines 
 Tim. The man is honeft, 
 Old. Therefore he will be Timer, 
 His honefty rewards him in it felfe, 
 It muft not beare my Daughter. 
 T1m. Does fhe love him? 
 O14. She is young and apt: 
 Our owne precedent pafions do inftruct us 
 W hat levities in youth. 
 Tim. Love youthe Maid? 
 Luc. 1 my good Lord,and fhe accepts of it. 
 ola. 1f in her Marriage my confent be miffing; 
 I call the Geds to witnefle,T will chofe 
 Mine heyre trom forth the Beggers of the world, ' 
 And difpofleffe her all. 
 Tim. How fhall fhe be endowed, 
 If fhe be mated with an equall Husband? 
 Old. Three Talents on the prefent;in faturezall. 
 Tims. This Gentleman of mine 
 Hath ferv’d me long: 
 To build his F ortune,I will ftraine a little, 
 For tisa Bond in men. Give him thy Daughter, 
 What you beftow,in hia le counterpoizey 
 And make him weigh with her. 
 Old. Mott Noble Lord, 
 Pawne me to this your Honourstheis his. 
 Tim. My haadto thee, 
 Mine Honour on my promife. 
 Luc. Hunbly I thanke your Lordfhip,never may 
 That {tate or Fortune fall into my keeping, 
 W hich isnot owed toyou. 
 Poe. Vouchiafe my Labour. 
 And long live your Lordfhip. 
 Tim. \ thanke you,you fhall keare from meanon: 
 Go not away. What have you there,my Friend? 
 Pai. Apcece of Painting, which I do befeech 
 Your Lordfhip toaecept. 
 Tim. Painting is welcome. 
 T he Painting is elmoft the Naturall man: 
 For fince Difhonor Tratlickes with mans Nature, 
 He is but owt-fide:T he Penfil’d Figures are 
 Even fuchasthey give out, I like your worke, 
 And you fhail finde I like it; Waite attendance 
 Till you heare further from me, 
 Pai. Vhe Geds preferve yee 
 Tim, Well fare you Gentleman:give me your hand. 
 We muft needs dine togethersfir your Iewell 
 Hath fuffered under praife, 
 Tew. What my Lord,difpraife? 
 Tim. A meere{aciety of Commendations, 
 If I fhould pay you for’t as tis extold, 
 It would unclew me quite. 
 Tew. My Lord,tisrated 
 As thofe which fell would give:but you well know; 
 Things of like valew differing in the Owners, 
 Are prized by their Maifters. Beleev’t deere Lord; 
 You mend the Iewell by the wearingit. 
 Tim. Well mock’d. Enter Apermantuss 
 MerdNo my good Lord, he fpeakes the common toong 
 Which all men{peake with him. 
 Tim. Looke who comes heere,will yoube chid? 
 Tew. Wee'l| beare with your Lordfhip. 
 Mer. Heel {pare none. 
 Tim. Good morrow tothee, 
 Gentle Apermantus. 
 
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 Ape. Till Ibe gentle, ftay thou for thy good morrow. 
 Whenthou art T érsons dogge, and rhefe Knaves honett. 
 
 Tim. Why doftthou call them Kuaves , thon know | Y: 
 
 them not ? 
 
 Ape, ‘Arc they not Athenians ? 
 
 Jam. Yes. 
 
 Ape. Then I repent not. 
 
 few. You know me, Apemantus ? 
 
 Ape» Thou know .I doe, I call’dthee by thy name: 
 
 Jsm- Thouartproud Apemantus 2 : 
 
 Ape. Of nothing fo much,as that Iam not like Zsmon. 
 
 Tim. Whether art going? 
 
 Ape: To knocke ontan honeft Athenians braines. 
 
 Tim. Thar’sadeedthou’edye for. _.- 
 
 e4pe. Right, if doing nothing be death by th Law, 
 
 Tim. How lik’tt chouthis picture Apemantus ? 
 
 Ape. The belt, for the innocence. 
 
 Tam. Wroughthe not well that painted its 
 
 e4pe. He wrought better that made the Painter; and 
 yet he's but a filthy peeceof worke- 
 
 Pain: Y are a Dogge- 
 Ape- Thy Mothers of my generation ; whats fhe; if I 
 bea Dogge ? 
 
 Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus? 
 
 Ape. No: Leatenot Lords. 
 
 Tim: And thou fhouldft, thoud’ft anger Ladies. 
 
 Ape. O they eace Lords ; 
 
 Sothey come by great bellies. 
 
 Tim. That’salafcivious apprehenfion. 
 Ape. So-thouapprehendtt it. 
 
 Take it forthy labour. : 
 Tim. How dott thou like thislewell, Apemantess 
 Ape. Not fo weil as plain-dealing, which will net caft 
 
 amana Doit, ; 
 
 Tim. What doft thou thinke tis worth? 
 Ape. Not worth my thinking. 
 
 How now Poet ? 
 
 Poet. How now Philofopher ? “Ss 
 
 Ape. Thonlyetts x 
 
 Poet. Artnot one? j 
 
 Ape. Yes: 
 
 Poet. Then I lye not. 
 
 eApes Art nota Poet? 
 
 Poet. Yes. 
 
 Ape. Then thou lyeft: = hee Oe 
 Looke in thy lait worke,.: where thou haft feign’d hima 
 worthy Feliow: 5 
 
 Poet. That’s notfeign’d, heis fo. 
 
 Ape. Yes he is worthy of thee,and to pay thee for thy 
 labour. He that loves to be Aartered,is worthy o'th flat- 
 terer. Heavens, that lwerea Lord. 
 
 Tim. What wouldit doe then eApemantis ? 
 
 Ape, Erne as Apemantus does now, hateaLord with 
 my heart. 
 
 Tim. What thy felfe ? 
 Ape, I. 
 
 Tim, Wherefore? 2 ou 
 
 Ape. That Ibad no angry wit to be a Lord. 
 Are not thou'a Mercharit ? 
 
 Mer, | Apemantus. é : 
 Ape Traificke confound thee, it the gods will not. 
 
 CMer. If Trailicke doe it, the gods doe it. . 
 
 Ape. Traitickes thy god,and thy god confound thee. 
 Trumpet founds. Enter aMe [fenger 
 
 Tim. What Trumpets that? 
 
 Mef. Tis Alcibiades, and fome twenty horfe 
 
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 | Honeft Ventigivs : you miftake my love, 
 
 Enter e<leibiades with the rest. 
 
 Moft welcome Sir. 
 _ Ape. So, fo; their Aches contrat , and fterue, your 
 {upple joynts ; that there fhould be {mall love amongeft 
 thete fwweet Knaves, andail this Curtefie. The ftraine of 
 mans bred out into Baboon and. Menkey- 
 
 Alci. Sir, you have fay’d my. longing, 
 Mott bungerly on your fight. 
 
 Tim, Right welcome Sir, 
 Ere we depart, we'll tharea bounteous time 
 
 andi feed 
 
 In different piea(ures; 
 
 Pray youler usin Exeunt, 
 : Entertwo Lords. 
 I Lord. What timeaday istetpemantus, 
 e4pe. Time to be honeft. 
 1 That time ferves fill. 
 e4pe. The moftaccurfed thouthat fill omith it. 
 2 Thouart going to Lord Timons Featt. 
 Ape. 1, to fee meare fill Knaves, and Wine heat fooles, 
 2 Farthee well, farchee well. 
 Apes. 1 how.art a Foole to bid me farewell twice. 
 2 Why Apemantus 2 
 Ape. Should have kept one tothy felfe, for I meane 
 to give thee hone, 
 1 Hang thy felfe. 
 Ape. .No I willdoe nothing atthy bidding + 
 Make thy requefts to thy Friend. 
 2 Away unpeaccable Dogge, 
 Or Il¢{purne thee hence. 
 Aper will flyelike a dogge, the heelesa’th’ Afig. 
 1 He’s oppofite to humanity, 
 Come fhall we in, 
 Andtafte Lord Témons bounty : he out goes 
 The very heart of kindnefle. 
 2 He powres it out » P/atus the god of gold 
 Is but his Steward: ;1i0 aneede but be repayes 
 Seven-fold above itfelfe : No guiftto bim, 
 But breeds the giver areturne : exceeding 
 All ufeof quittance. 
 I The Nobleft minde he carrics. 
 That ever govern’d man. 
 2 Long may he livein Fortanes- Shall we in 2 
 Ile keepe you Company. Exeunt. | 
 
 Hoboyes Playing lowd Mujicke. 
 
 A great Banquet fer wd in : and then, Euter Lord Timon,the 
 States, the Athenian Lords, Uentigius which Timon re- 
 deemdfrom prifon. Then comes dropping after all Ape- 
 mantus difcontentedly lke himfelfes 
 
 Ventig. Mott hononred Timon, 
 
 It hath pleas’d the gods to remember my fathersage, 
 
 And call him to long peace + 
 
 He isgone happy, and hasleft me'rich : 
 
 Then, as in gratefull Vertue lambound 
 
 To your free heart, I doe returnethofe Talents 
 
 Donbled with thankes and fervice, from whofe helpe 
 
 I deriu’d liberty. 3 
 Tim © bysnomearics, | 
 
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 | Igave it freely ever, and there's none 
 | Can truely fay he gives, if he receives : 
 If onr betters play at that game, we mutt not dare 
 To imitate them . faults that are rich are faire. 
 Vint. A Noble fpirit. 
 Tim.Nay my Lords,Ceremony was but devis'd at firft 
 
 To fet a gloffe on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, 
 
 Recanting goodnefle, forry ere tis fhowne : 
 
 But where there is true friendfhip, there needs none. 
 
 Pray fit, more welcome are ye tomy Fortunes, 
 
 Then my Fortunes to me. 
 
 I Lord. My Lord, we alwayes have confeftit. 
 
 | Ape. Ho ho, confeft it ? hang’d it? have you not ? 
 Tim, O Apermantis, you arc veelcome. 
 e4pe. No: you fhali not make me welcome. 
 
 T come to have thee thruft me out of doores. 
 
 Tim. Fye,thvarta charle, ye have got a humour there 
 
 Does not becomea man, tismuch too blame ; 
 | They fay my Lords, /rafuror brenis eff , 
 | Butyond man is very angry: 
 
 Goe, let him havea Table by himfelfe : 
 For he does neither affect company, 
 Nor is he fit for’t indeed. 
 
 Ape.Let me {tay at thine apperill Timon, 
 
 I come to obferve, I give thee warning on’t. 
 
 Tim. I take no heede of thee; Th’art an Athemian, 
 therefore welcome: I my felfe would have no power, 
 prethee let my meate make thee filent. 
 
 Aper. I{corne thy meate, twould choake me : for I 
 fhouid nere flatter thee. Oh you Gods | What'a ‘number 
 of men eates Timon, aid he feesem not ? It grieves me 
 to fee fo many dip there meate in one mans blood, and 
 all the madnefleis, he cheeres them up too. 
 
 I wonder men dare truft themfelves with men- 
 
 Me thinkes they fhould invite them without knives 
 Good for their meate, and fafer for their lives. : 
 Theres mnch example for’t, the fellow that fits next him 
 now partsbread with him, pledges the breath of him in 
 a divided draught : isthe readieft man to kill him. Tas 
 beene proved, ifI were ahuge man I fhould feare to 
 drinke at meales, leaft they fhould {pye my. wind-pipes 
 dangerous noates,great men fhould drinke with harneffe 
 on their throats. 
 
 Tim. My Lord in heart: and letthe health goe round. 
 
 2 Lord. Let it Aow this way my good Lord. 
 
 Aper. Flow this way? A brave fellow. He keepes his 
 tides well, thofe healths will make thee and thy Rate 
 looke ill, Tsmon. 
 
 Heeres: that which is too weake to be a finner. 
 Honeft water, which nere left man i'th’mird : 
 This atid my food are equall, theresno ods, 
 
 Feaits are to proud to give thankes to the gods. 
 
 Apermantus Grace. 
 Immortal gods, I crave no pelfe, 
 I prayfor no man but my felfe, 
 Grant | may never prove [o fond, 
 To trust man on his Oath or Bond. 
 . Or a Har\ot for her weeping. 
 Or a Dogge that (comes afleepin 
 Ora be with - 1h . 
 Or my friends sf I fhould need em» 
 Amen, So fall toot : 
 Richmen fin, and I eat root. 
 Much good dich thy good heart,-4permsantws. 
 Tim. Captaine, 
 
 Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now. 
 
 e4ici. My heart is ever at your fervicesmy Lord. 
 
 Tim. Youhad rather be at a breakefaft of Enemies, 
 then a dinner of Friends. 
 
 Alc, So they were bleeding new my Lord, theres no 
 meat like em, I could with my friend at {uch a Featt, 
 
 Aper, Would all thofe flatterers were thine Enemies 
 then, that then thou mightft kill em : and bid me toem. 
 
 1 Lord. Might we but havethat happinefle wy Lord, 
 that you would onceufe our hearts, whereby we might 
 expreffe fome part of our zeales, we fhould thinke our 
 felves for ever perfect. 
 
 Tim. Ohno doubt my goed Friends, butthe gods 
 themfelves have provided that! fhall shave much helpe 
 from you : how had you beene my Friends elfe. Why 
 have you that charitable title frem thoufands? Did not 
 you chiefély belongto my heart? 1 have told more of 
 youto my felfe, then you can with modefly {peake in 
 your owne behalfe. And thus farre 1 confirme yous Oh 
 you gods (thinke |) what need we have any Friends 33 
 we fhould nere Have necde of em? They were the moft 
 needleffe Creatures living ; fhould we nere have nfe for 
 em? And would moft refemble {weet Inftruments 
 hung up in Cafes, that keepe their founds to themtclves+ 
 Why I haveoften wifht my felfe poorer, ‘that J might 
 come necrer toyou : we are borne todoe benefits. And 
 what better or properer can we call ovr owne, then the 
 riches of our Fricnds ? Oh what a pretions comfort tis 
 to have fo many like Brothers commanding one anothers 
 Fortunes, Oh joyes, ¢’ne made away er’t can be borne, 
 mine eyes cannot hold out watter me thinkes to forget 
 their faults. I drinke to you, 
 
 eAper. Thou weep’ tt to madethem drinke Timon. 
 
 2 Lord. Voy had the like conception in our eyes, 
 Andat that inftant, like a babe fprung up. 
 
 Aper. Ho, ho : | laugh to thinke that babe abaftard. 
 
 3 Lord. | promife yon my Lord you mov'd me much 
 
 e4per. Much. 
 
 Sound Tucker. Enter the Maskers of Amarons with 
 Lutes in their wands, dancing and playing. 
 
 Time. W hat meanes that Trumpe ? How now? 
 
 Enter Servant. ; 
 Ser. Pleafe you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies 
 Mott defirovs of admittance. 
 Tim. Ladies ? whatare their wills? 
 Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner My Lord, 
 which beares that office, tofignifie their pleafurese 
 Tim. I pray letthem be admitted. 
 
 Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies. 
 
 Cup. Haileto thee worthy Timon and to all that of 
 his Bauntiestafte : the five beft Sences acknowledge thee 
 their Patron, and come freely togratulate thy plenteous 
 bofome. 
 
 There tafte, touch all, pleaf’d from thy Table rife: 
 They onely now come but to Feafi thine eyes. j 
 Timo. Their weltome all, let em have kind admits 
 ne — make their welcome. 4 
 » You feemy Lord, how ample yeare belov d+ 
 
 Aper, Hoyday, ; ; . ws 
 Whata {weepe of vanity comes this ways 
 They daunce ? They are madwomen. Lik 
 
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 Like Madnefle is the glory of this life, f Entir a third Servant. 
 Asthis pompe fhewes to a little oyle and roote. How now ? What newes ? 
 We make our felves fooles, todifport our felves; 2Ser, Pleafe von < 
 DP iddeend cur Flatteries. to P + fe 3 ver. ~icale youmy Lord, that honourable Gentle- 
 hd ipend our wiatteries, to drinke thole men, man Lord Lacuius, entreats your company tO morrow, 
 Vpon whofe Age we voyde it up agen to hunt with him, and ha’s {ent your Honour two brace 
 With poyfonous Spight and Envy. of Grey-hounds. 
 Wholives, that’s not depraved, ordepraves; Tem, Ile hunt with him. 
 BAe dyes, sy ear not one {purne to their graves And let them be reccived, not withont faire Reward. 
 their friends gitt : Fla, What willthis come to? 
 I fhould feare, thofe that dance before me now, | He commands us to provide, and give great guifts, and 
 - Wouid one day ftampe upon me : Tas beene done, all oucof anempty Coffer : % 
 Men fhut their. doores againfta fetting Sunne. Nor will he know his purfe, oryeeld me this, 
 
 ; gig 1, To thew him what a Begger his heart is, 
 The Lords rife from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and | Being of no power to make his withes good, 
 to fbew their loues, each fingle out ane4maz.on,and all | His promifes flye fo beyond his {tate, 
 Dance, men with women, atofty Straine ov twoto the | That what he {peakesisall in debt, owes forev’ry word: 
 
 Hoboyes, and cea/e. He is fo kind, that he now payes intereft for’t ; 
 His Lands put to their Bookes. Well, would I were 
 Tim. You have done our pleafures Gently put out of Oifice, ere I were fore’d: 
 Much grace (faire Ladies) Happier is he that has no friend to feede, 
 Setsa faire fafhion on our entertainment, Then fuch that doe e’ne Enemies exceede: 
 Which was not halfe fo beautifull, and kind : [bleed inwardly for my Lord. Exit, 
 You have added worth untoo’s, and lively lufter, Tim. You doe your felves much wrong, 
 And entertain’d me with mine owne device. You bate too much of your owne merits. 
 lam tothanke yon for’t Heere my Lord, a trifle of our Leve. 
 1 Lord. My Lord you takc us even at the beft. 2 Lord. With more then common thankes 
 Ape. Faith for the wortt is filthy,and would not hold | I willreceive is, 
 taking, I doubt me. 3 Lord. O has thevery foule of Bounty. 
 Tim, Ladies, there isan idle banquet attends, you. Tim. And now I remember my Lord, you gave good 
 Pleafe you to difpofe your felves. words the other day ofa Bay Courfer Irod on. Tisyours 
 All La. Mott thankfully, my Lord. Exewnt. | becaufe you lik’d it. 
 Tim, F lauius, I L.. Oh, I befeech you pardon me, my Lord, in that. 
 Fila, My Lord. Tim, You maytake my word my Lord: I know'no 
 Tim. Thelittle Casket, bring me hither. man can juftiy praife, but what he does affet. I weigh 
 Fla, Yes, my Lord. More lewels yet ? my friends affection with mine owne ? He tell you true, 
 There is no croffing him in’s humour, Ie call to you. 
 Elfe I fhould teli him well, ifaith I fhould Hy All Lor. O none fo welcome. 
 Whenalls{pent, he'ld be croft then, and he could : Tim. Itake all, and your feverall vifitations. 
 Tis pitty Bounty had noteyesbebind, So kind to heart, tis not enough to give: 
 That man might ne’re be wratched for his minds Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my friends, 
 t Lord. Where be our men 2 And nerebe weary. Alcibiades, 
 Ser, Heere my Lord in readinefle, Thou arta Souldier, therefore fildome rich, 
 2 Lord, Our horfes. It comes in Charity to thee ; for ail thy living 
 Tim. © my Friends ; Is mong’ft the dead : and all che Lands thou haft 
 T have one word to fay to you: Looke you,my good L. | Lye ina pitcht field. 
 Imuft intreat you honour me fo much. ei. I defie Land, my Lord. 
 As to advance this Tewell, accept, and weare it, 1 Lord. Weare fo vertugufly bound: 
 Kind my Lord. Tim. And {foam Ito you. 
 1 Lord. 1am fo farre already in your guifts- a Lord. So infinitely endeer’d, 
 eS are we all: Tim. Allto you. Lights, more Lights, more Light. 
 Enter A Servant. 1 Lord. The beft of Happines, Honor, and Fortunes 
 Ser, My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate Keepe with you Lord Ti imon. 
 newly alighted, and come to vilit you. Tim. Ready for his Friends. Exeunt Lords. 
 Tim. They ate fairely welcome, _Aper. What acoiles heere, ferving of beckes, and jut- 
 Enter Flaviws. ting out of bummes.: Idoubt.whether their Legges be 
 
 Fla. I befeech your Honor, vouchfafe me a word, it | worth the fummes that are given form. 
 does concerne youncere- Friendthips ful! of dregges, : 
 
 Tim. Neere ? why then another time Ile hearethee.. | Methinkes falfe hearts, fhould never have found Jegges, 
 I prethee let’sbe provided to fhew them entertainment. | Thus honeft Foolestay out theit wealth otf Currfies 
 
 Fla. 1 {carfe know how. Tim. Now Apermantws (if thou wert not fuller) 
 Enter another Servant. I would be goodtothee.  _ 
 
 Seri May it pleafe your honor,Lord Lucius Aper. No,dienothing ; for if I thould be brib’d too, 
 (Ont of his free love) hath prefented toyou | therewoald benoneleft to raile npon thee,and thea'thou 
 Foure Milke-white Horfes, trapt in Silver. wouldit fine the falter. Thowgiv’t {0 lorig’ Timon {1 
 
 Tim, I fhall accept them fairely + tet the Prefents feare me) thon wilt give away thy felfe in paper {hortly. 
 Be worthily entertain’d. What neede thefe Feafts, pompes, and Vaine-glories ? 
 
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 | Tim, Nay, andyou begin toraile on Society once, I 
 am {worne not to give regard to you.Farewell,and come 
 with better Maficke. Exst. 
 | Aper. So: thou wilt not heare menow, thou fhalt not 
 | then. Ielockethy heaven from thee : 
 | Oh that mens cares fhould be 
 | To Counfell deafe, but not to Flattery. Exist. 
 Enter a Senator. 
 Sen. Andlate five thoufand : to Varreand to Lfidore 
 | He owes nine thoufand, befides my former fumme, 
 | Which makes it fiveand twenty. Still in motion 
 | Of raging wafte? Itcannot hold, it will not. 
 If I want Gold, fteale but a beggers Do gge, 
 | And give it Timon, why the Dogge coynes Gold. 
 | IfL would fell my horfe,and buy twenty more 
 | Better then he ; why give my horfe to Timon. 
 | Aske nothing, giveit him, it Folesme ftraight 
 | And able Horfes: No Porter at his gate, 
 But rather one that fmiles, and {till invites 
 All that paffe by. It cannot hold, no reafon 
 + Can found his ftate in fafety. Caplis hoa, 
 Caphis I fay. 
 jEuter Caphis. 
 Caph. Heere fir, what is your pleafure. ; 
 Ses. Get on your cloake, and hafk you to Lord Timon 
 Importune him for my Moncyes, be not ceaft 
 With flight deniall ; nor then filenc’d, then 
 Commend me to your Mafter, and the Cap 
 Playesin the right hand, thus : but tell him firrah 
 My ufescrytome; Imuft ferve my turne 
 Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are palt, 
 | And my relianceson his fracted dates 
 | Have fit my credit. Ilove,and honour him, 
 | But muft not breake my backe, to healehis fingers’ 
 Immediate are my needs, and my releife 
 Matt not be toft and turn’d to me in words, 
 But find fupply immediate. Get you gone; 
 Put ona moft 1mportunate afpect, 
 Avifage of demand : for I doe feare 
 When every Feather ftickes in his owne wins, 
 Lord Témson will be lefta naked gull, 
 Which flafhesnow a Phoenix, get you gone, 
 Ca. Igoe fir. 
 Sen. 1 goe fir? 
 | Take the Bonds along with you, 
 | And have the dates in. Comte, 
 ((a- I will Sir. 
 Sen. Goo, Exeunt. 
 Enter Steward, with many billes in his hand. 
 Stew. Nocare, no ftop, fo fenfelefle of expence, 
 That he willneither know how to maintaine it, 
 Nor ceafe his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt 
 Howthings goe from him, nor refuume no care 
 Of what isto continve: never mind 
 Wasto be fo unwife, to be fokind. 
 What fhall be done, he will not here, till feele : 
 I muft be round with him, now he comes from hunting. 
 Fie, fie, fie, fie. 
 
 Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro. 
 Var. Ist not your bufineffe too > 
 
 Cap. Itis, and yours too, [fdore ? 
 Tfid. It isfo. 
 
 Timon of Athens. 
 
 _ Cap. Good even Varro: what, youcome for money ? 
 
 Cap. Would we wereall difcharg’d. 
 Var. I feare it, 
 Cap. Heere comesthe Lord. 
 
 Enter Timon, and his Traine. +8 
 Tim. Sofoone as dinners done, we'll forth againg 
 My Akcibiades. With me, what is your will? 
 Cap. My Lord, heere isa note of certaine Guese 
 Tam. Dues? whence are you? 
 Cap. Of Athens heere: my Lord. 
 Tim. Goe to my Steward. 
 Cap. Pleafe it your Lordfhip, he hath put me off 
 To the fucceffion of new dayes this moneth: 
 My Matter is awak’d by great Occafion, 
 To call upon hisowne, and humbly prayes you, 
 That with your other Noble parts, you'll {uite, 
 In giving him his right. 
 Tim. Mine boneft Friends 
 { prethee but repaire to menext morning. 
 Cap. Nay good my Lord. 
 Tim. Containe thy felfe, good friend. 
 Var. One Marrees {ervant, my good Lord. 
 Ifid. From /fdore, he humbly prayes your fpeedy pay~ 
 Ment, 
 Cap. If youdid know my Lord, my Nafters wants 
 Var. Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, fixe weekes, 
 and paft. ; 
 Ifid. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, andl 
 Am fent expreffely to your Lordthip. 
 Tim. Give me breath: 
 I doe befeech you good my Lords keepe on, 
 Ile waite upon you inftantly. Come hither pray you 
 How goes the world, that lamthus encountred 
 With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds; 
 And the detention long fince due debts 
 Againft my Honor? 
 Stew. Pleafe you Gentlemen, 
 The time is unagreeable to this bufineffe: 
 Your importunacy ceafe, till after dinner, 
 That I may make his Lordfhip underitand 
 Wherefore you are not paid. cn 
 Tim. Doefo my Friends, fec them well entertan de 
 Stew. Pray draw neere- Ext 
 
 Enter Apemantus and Fooke. 
 
 Caph. Stay ,fiay, here comes the Foole with Apemar 
 tus, lets hafome {port with em. 
 Var. Wang him, he'll abufe use 
 /fid, A plagueupon him doggee 
 Var, How dott Foole? 
 e4pe. Dott Dialogue with thy fhadow ? 
 Var. U{peake not to thee. 
 Ape. No tisto thy felfe. Come aways 
 Id. Theres the Foole hangson your backe already. 
 Ape. No thou ftandft fingle, thou art noton him yet 
 Cap. Wheres the foole now ? 4 
 Ape. He laft ask’d the queftion. Poore Rogues 9 
 Viurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and wants 
 etl. What are we Apemantus ? 
 Ape. Affes. 
 eA, Why? 
 Ape. That youaske me what you are,and docnot know 
 your felves. Speake to em foole. 
 
 Foote. How doe you Gentlemen’? 
 
 All. Gramercies good Foole: 
 
 How does your Miftris ? Foul, 
 
eS ————— staan 
 f Foote: She's ene fetting on water to {¢al'd fuch Chic- 
 ; Kens as you are. Would we could {te youat Corinth: 
 
 : epe. Good, Gramercys 
 
 Enter Page, 
 Foole. Lookeyou;heere comes my Maiters Page. \ 
 Page. Why how now Captaine? what doeyoutnithis 
 wife company. 
 How doft thon e4permantus ? ais. 
 
 Ape. Would I hada Rodin my mouth, that Imight 
 anfwet thee profitably: oS 
 
 Boy. Préthee Apermantussreade: me‘thée fuperfcripti- | 
 on ef thefe Letters, I know not whichis which. 
 
 Ape. Gantt not read? . 
 
 Page. No. : 
 
 Ape. There will little Learning dye then that day thou 
 art hang’d: This is to Lord Timon, this toe 4/cibiades,Go 
 thou was’t borne a Baftard, and thouw’tdyea Bawd. 
 
 Page. Thon was't whelpt'a Dogge,. and thou fhalt 
 famifh a Dogges death, 
 Anfwer not, I am gone, Exit. 
 
 Ape, E’ne fo thou ont-runtt grace, 
 
 Foole I will goe with you to Lord Timons. 
 
 p Foole," Will you leave methere ? 
 Ape. IfTimon {tay at home. 
 
 ib Yeuthree ferve three Vfurers? : 
 
 fe eit, TLwould they ferv’d us. 
 
 Aper. So would): : 
 
 | As good atticke as ever Hangman ferv'd thecfe. 
 Foole.: Are you three Vfuers men? 
 All. 1 foole ; 
 Foole. 1 thinke no Vfurer, but hasafoole to his Ser- | 
 
 «| vatit. My Miftris is one, and I am her foole: when men 
 fs come to borrow of your Matters, they approach fadly, 
 my and goe away merry: butthey enter my Mafters houte 
 
 merrily, and goe away fadly. The reafon of this? 
 Var. could render one. ; 
 Ape. Doe it then, that we may account thee a W-hare- 
 mafter, anda Knave, which rnotwithftanding thou fhale 
 benio lefle cfteemed, ; 
 Var. What isa Whoremafterfoole? _ 
 Foole. A foole in good cloathes, and fomething like 
 thee. Tis a{pirit, {ometime t’appeares likea Lord, fom- 
 
 . time likdaLawyer, fometime like aPhilofopher, with 
 two fiones more then’s.artificiall one. He isvery-often 
 likea Knight ; and generally, inall fhapes that man goes 
 
 Ai up and downe in, from fourefcore to thirteen, this {pirit 
 
 walkes in. 
 
 Var. Thouart not altogether a foole. 
 _ Foole. Nox thou alcogether a Wife man, ; 
 As much foolery as | have, fo much witthou lack’ft. 
 Ape. That anfwer might have become Apemantne. 
 Al. Afide,afide, here comes Lord Timen, 
 y Enter Timon, and Stewards 
 
 p! 
 
 ie Ape. Come with me (foole ) come. 
 
 + Boole, 1 doe not alwayes follow Lover, elder Brother, | 
 
 We and Woman, fometime the Philofopher. 
 
 pj Stew. Pray you walke necre, 
 
 Iie {peake with you anon. Exennt, 
 Tim. You make me mervell wherefore ere this time 
 Had you not filly laid my flac » before me, 
 yf That I might fo have rated my expence 
 AsI hadleave of meanes- 
 Stew. You wouldnot heare me? 
 
 Timon of eA thens. 
 
 | Ac many leyfur 
 Tim. Goeto: 
 Perchance fome fine 
 g 
 
 When my indifpofition 
 And that unaptnefi 
 Thus tovexcnfe you 
 Stem. -O my go 
 At tnany times] 
 
 es I propof'd. 
 
 antages you tooke, 
 put you backe, 
 emade you minifter 
 
 nes I brought in my accompts, 
 id them before you, you would throw them off, 
 And tay you found thea in mine honefty, 
 | When forfome trifling 
 
 prefent you have bid me 
 Xeturne fo mich, I] 
 
 ' lave fhooke my-head and’ wept : 
 | 1¢@ Saint th’Authority of manners, pray’d you 
 To hold your hand more clofe kdid indure 
 Not fildome, nor no flight checkés, when I have 
 Prompted you in the ebbe of 
 And your great flow of debts ; my dearelov’d Lord, 
 : you here now (too late) yet nowesa time, 
 The greatelt of you having, lackesa halfe, 
 To pay your prefent debts. 
 Imy Land be folc 
 ngae’d, fome forfeyted and gone, 
 ines Will hardly {top the moutt 
 utare comes ajuce : 
 | What fhail defend the interim, aad atien 
 | How goes our reck’ning ? 
 
 Tim. To Lacedemondid my Land exteud. 
 
 Stem O my good Lord, the worldis but a world; 
 Were it all yours)to give it ina breath, 
 
 your eftate, 
 
 Stew. Vis al 
 | Andwha¢tr 
 
 uickly were it gone. 
 
 Tim. Youtellmetrue. 
 
 Stew. If you fufpect my Husbandry or Falfhood, 
 Call me before the exacteft Auditors, 
 And fet me-on the proofe. So the gods blefle me, 
 When all our Opfices have bee 
 
 With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults have wept 
 With drunken fpilth of Wine; when every roome 
 blaz’d with Ligh¢s,and braid with Minftrelfie, 
 I have retyr’d meto a wattefull cocke, 
 And fet mine eyes at flow. 
 
 Tim. Prethee no more. 
 
 Stew. Heavens have I faid, the bounty of this Lord ! 
 How many prodigallbits have Slaves and Pezants 
 This night englutted : 
 What heart, hea 
 Great Timon, No 
 
 hoisnot T imons, 
 vord ,force,meanes,but is L. Timons: 
 Worthy, Royall Timmons : 
 Ah, when the meanesare gone, that buy this praife, 
 The breathis gone, whereof this praife is madé: 
 Feaft won, fait loft ; one cloud of W inter fhowres, 
 Thefe fiyes are coacht. 
 
 Tim. Come fermon meno further, 
 No villainous bounty yet hath paft my heart; 
 Vawifely, not ignobly have I given. 
 Why doft thou weepe, canftthou the conftienc 
 To thinke! fhall lacke friends : f@cure thy heart, 
 If I would broach the veflels of my love, 
 And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing, 
 Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely nfe 
 As I can bid thee {peake. 
 
 Stew. Affurance bleffeyour thoughts, 
 
 Tim. And in fome fort thefe wants of miné are ¢r 
 That I account them bleffings- For by thefe 
 Shall I try friends. You fhail perceive 
 How you miftake my fortunes ; 
 I.am wealthy in my friends. 
 Within there, Flavius, Servileus 2 
 
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 | Eater three Servants. 
 | Ser. My Lord, my Lord. | 
 | Tim. I willdifpatch you feverally. 
 | Youto Lord Lxcins,'to Lord Lucullus you, | hunted 
 with his Honor to day; you to Sempronius; commend me 
 | totheir loves, and I am proud fay, that my. occafions 
 | have found time tonfe’em toward a fupply of mony: let 
 the requelft be fifty Talents. 
 Flam; As you have faid, my Lord. 
 Stew. Lord Lucius and Lacullvs ? Humh. 
 Tim. Goe you fir to the Senators; 
 | Of whom. even tothe States beft health? I have 
 | Def erv’d this hearing ; bid’em fend o’th’nflant 
 | Arhoufaud Talents to me- 
 Stew. Lhave beenc bold 
 (For that Iknew it the mof general way ) 
 To them, to ufe your Signet, and your Name; 
 But they doe hake their heads, and] am heere 
 No richer in returne- 
 Tim. Ist true ? Can’t be? 
 Stew. They anfwer ina joyntand corporate voyce, 
 That now they are at fall, want Treafure,cannot 
 
 But yet they could have wifht,they know not, 
 Something hath beene amiffe; a Noble Nature 
 May catcha wrench ; would all were well ; tis pitty, 
 And {o intending other ferious matters, 
 Afterdiftaltefull lookes ; and thefe hard Fractions 
 With certaine halfe-caps, and cold moving nods, 
 They froze me into Silence. 
 Tim. You gods reward them : 
 Prythee man looke cheerely- Thefe old Fellowes 
 Have their ingratitude in them Hereditary : 
 Their blood is cak’d, tis cold, it feldome flowes, 
 Tis lacke of kindly warmth, they are not kind ; 
 And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth, 
 Is fafhion’d for the journey, dull and heavy- 
 Goe to Ventidius ( prythee be not fad, 
 Thon art true, and honeft $ ingenioufly I {peake, 
 No blame belongs to thee :) Ventidins lately 
 Buried his Father, by whofe death he’s ftepp’d 
 Into agreat eftate: when he waspoore, 
 Imprifond, and in {carfity of Friends, 
 I cleer’d him with five Talents : Greet him from me, 
 Bid bim fuppofe, fome good neceflity 
 Touches his Friend, which craves tobe reme nbred 
 With thofe five Talents ; that had, give’tthefe Fellowes 
 To whom tis inftant duc. Neu’r fpeake, or thinke, 
 That Zimons fortunes’ mong his friends can finkes 
 Stew. I would I could nor thinke its 
 That thought is Bounties Foe ? 
 Being fi'ec it felfe, it thinkes all others fo. Exeunt, 
 Flamsinius waiting to Speake with a Lord from bis Mafter, 
 enters afervart to bim. 
 
 Ser. Lhavetold my Lord of you, he is comming downe 
 to yon. 
 
 Flam: Ithanke you Sir. 
 
 Enter Lucallua. 
 
 Ser. Heres my Lord. 
 
 Luc. Oneof Lord Témons men? A GiftI warrant. 
 Why thishitsright: Idreampt of a Silver Bafon and 
 Ewretonight. Flaminius, howclt Flamsnins, you are ve- 
 ry refpectively welcome-fir. Fill me fome Wine. And 
 how does that honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted 
 
 _—_aneatin 
 
 ——EEEE 
 rere IO 
 
 i Timon of Athens. 
 
 Doe what they would, are forry : you are Honourable, | 
 
 ——————— 
 
 | Gentleman of Athens;thy very bountifull good Lordand 
 
 Matter ? 
 Flam. dis health is well fir. 
 
 Lee. Tam right glad that his health is well firs and | 
 
 what haft thou there under thy Cloake,pretty F laminius? 
 Flam. Faith, nothing but anempty box Sir, which in 
 my Lords bebalfe; I come to intreat your honor to fup- 
 ply : who having great and: inftant occafion to’ufe fifty 
 Talents, hath fent to your Lordthip to furnifh him # ne 
 
 | thing doubting your prefent affiftance therein, 
 
 Lue. La, la, la,la: Nothing doubting fayes. he? Alas 
 ood Lord, a Noble Gentleman tis,if he would not keepe 
 fogooda honfe. Manya timeand often 1 ba din’d with 
 him, and told him on’t,and come againe to fupper to bim 
 of purpofe,to have him fpend leffe,and yet he wonldem- 
 brace no counfell,take no warnihg by my comming;eve- 
 ry man has his fault,and honefty is his.I ha told:-him ont, 
 | hut | could nere get him from’e- 
 
 Enter Servant, with Wine, 
 
 | Ser. Pleafe your Lordfhip, hereiis the Wine. 
 
 | Luc. Flaminins,1 have noted thee alwayes wile. 
 | Heres tothee. 
 
 | Flam. Your Lordthip {peakes your pleaftire, 
 
 Luci. I have obferved thee alwayes for a towatdly 
 prompt fpirit, give thee thy due; and one that knowes 
 what belongs to reafon;and canft nfe the time well,ifthe 
 | time ufethee well. Good parts in thee ; getyou gone fir 
 | rah. Draw necrer honeft F/amininss Thy Lordsaboun- 
 | tifull Gentleman, but thou art wife, and thon knowft 
 
 well enough (although thoucom’ft to me) that this sno 
 
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 | time to lend money , efpecially upon bare friendfhip 
 | without fecurity. Heres three Sofidares for thee, good 
 | Boy winke at me, and fay thou faw’ft menot, Farethes 
 well. 
 | Flam, Is't poffible the world fhould fo ronch differ, 
 And we alive that lived ? Fly damned badenefle 
 To him that worfhips thee. 
 Lic. Ha? Now I fee thou arta Foole, and fitfor thy 
 Matter. Exit Luclls. 
 Fla.May thefe adde to the number that may fcaldthees 
 Let multen Coyne be thy damnation, 
 Thou difeafe of a friend, and not himfelfe: 
 Has friendthip firch a faint and milky heart, 
 It turnesin lefferhen two nights? O you gods 
 I feele my Matters paffion. This Slave unto his honor, 
 | Has my Lords meate in him: 
 | Why should it thrive, and turne to Nutriment, 
 When he is turn’d to poyfon? 
 | O may Difeafesonely worke upon’t : 
 |. And when he’s ficke to death, let nor that part of Nature 
 ¥7 hich my Lord paid for, be ofany powre, 
 To expell ficknefle, but prolong bis hower. Exits 
 
 Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. z 
 
 Luc. Who the Lord Timon? He ismy very $004 friend 
 and an honourable Gentleman. 
 
 1 We know him for nolefle, though we are but ftran- 
 gersto him. ButIcan tell you one thing my Lord, a 
 which I heare from common rumours, now Lord Timon? 
 happy howres are done and paft, and hiseftate fhrinkes 
 from him. 
 
 Lue. Fye no, doe not beleeve its be cannot want for 
 money. 
 
 2 But beleeve you this my Lord, that not long age’ 
 one of his men was with the Lord Lwcwlus,to borrow 
 mally Talents, nay urg’d extreamely for'ts and = 
 
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 Pe rE ae 
 
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 Ce ee 
 
 what neceffity belong'd too’t, and ye 
 
 ‘Timon of 
 
 eA thens. 
 
 t was deny’des 
 
 — as — ——— 
 
 Luc. How? 
 
 2 I tell you, deny’de my Lord. 
 
 Luc. Whava {trange cafe was that? Now befare the 
 gods I am afham’d on’t. Denyed that honourable man? 
 There was very little honour fhew’d in. For my:Owne 
 part, I muft needsiconfefle,. 1 have received fomes mall 
 kindneffes from him} as Money; Plate, lewels, and fuch 
 like Trifles ; nothing comparing to his: yet had he mi 
 ftooke him, and fent tone; i fhouidine’re have denicd his 
 occafion fo many Talents. 
 
 Enter Servitin. 
 
 Servil: See, by good hap.‘yonders my. Lord, 1 have 
 fwetto fee his honor. My honor’d Lord. 
 
 Luci. Servilins ? Youare kindly met fir. Farthewell, 
 commend me to thy honourable vertuous Lord; my ve~ 
 ry exquilire Friend. 
 
 Servil. May it pleafe your Honor,my Lord:hath fent 
 
 Luci. Ha ? what hashe fent ?: Lam fo much endeered 
 to that Lord ; hes everfending : how fhall I thanke him 
 think’ft thou? And whathas he fent now ? 
 
 Serv. Has onely fent his prefent occafion now my 
 Lord: requefting your Lordfhip to fupply his inftant ufe 
 with fomay Talents. 
 
 Luci. know his Lordfhip isbut merry with me, 
 
 He cannot want fifty five hundred Talents, 
 
 Servil. But in the meane time he wants lefle my Lord. 
 If his occafion were not vertuous, 
 
 I fhould not urge it halfe fo faithfully. 
 
 Lue, Doft thou fpeake ferioufly Servilius. 
 
 Serv. Vpon my foule tis true Sir. 
 
 Lac. ‘What a wicked Beait was I to disfurnifh my 
 felfe againft {uch a good time, when I might hafhewne 
 my feife honorable ? how unluckily it hapned, that I 
 fhould purchate the;day before for a little part andundoe 
 aoreat deale of honor? Servilias, now betore the dbds I 
 am notable to doe (che more beait I fay) £- was fending 
 toufe Lord Timon my felfe,thefe gentlemen can witnefle; 
 but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had don’t how 
 Commend me bountifully to his good Lordfhip, and I 
 hope his Honor will-conceive the faireft of me, becanfe 
 Thaveno power tobe kind. And tell him thistrom me, 
 I count it one of my greatelt afflictions fay, that i cannot 
 pleafure {uch an honorable Gentleman. Good Servs/ss , 
 will you befriend me fo farre,as to ul¢ mine owne words 
 to him ? 
 
 Serv..Yes fir, I fhall. Exit Servilius. 
 
 Luci. Ile looke you ont a good.turne Servslins, 
 True as you faid, 7 smon is fhrunke indeed, 
 
 And hethats once deny’d, will hardly {peed- 
 
 1 Doe youoblerve this Hoststins ? 
 
 2 I,to well 
 
 I Why this isthe worlds foule; 
 And juft ofthe fame peece ok ae 2 
 Is every Flatterers {port : who can call him his friend 
 That dips in the fame difh ? For in my icnowing 
 Timox has bin this Lords, Father, 
 
 EXit- 
 
 “And kept his credit with his purfe:  - 
 
 Supported his eftate, nay Timonsmoncy | 
 Has paid his men their wages: He nere drinkes, 
 But Timons Silver treads upon bis Lip, 
 
 And yet, oh fee the monftroufnefle of man, 
 When he leokes out inan ungrateful fhape : 
 
 He does deny him (in refpect of his) 
 
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 What charitable men affoord to Beggers. 
 
 3 Religion Brones atit. 
 
 For his right Noble mind, illuftrions Vertue; 
 And honourable Carriage, 
 Had his neceitity made ute of me, 
 I would have put my wealthinto Donation, 
 And the beft halfe fhould haue return’dto him, 
 Somnch I lovehisheart: Butt perceive, 
 Men mutt learne ndw with pitty todifpence. 
 For policie fits above Con{cience- Exeunt. 
 Enter a third fervant with Semproniits , another 
 
 of Timons Friends. 
 
 Semp. Mutt he needs trouble me in't ? Hum. 
 Bove all others 2 
 He might havetried Lord Laciw,orLucullus, 
 And now Ventidius is wealthy too, 
 Whom he redcemd from prifon. All thefe 
 Owe their eftates unte him. 
 Ser. My Lotd, 
 They haveallbin fouch’d, and all are found Bafe-Mettle, 
 Forthey have all denied him. 
 Semp. How ? have they denyde him? 
 Has Ventidizes and Laculius deny de bim, 
 And does he fend to me ? Three? Hamh ? 
 It fhewes but little love, or judgement in hina. 
 Muft I be his laft Refuge ? his friend ; (like P hyfitians) 
 That thriu’d, give himever. Mufti take th’Cureupon 
 Has much difgrac’d me in’t, Pme angry at him, (me? 
 That might have knowne my places Ifeeno fenfe tor'r, 
 
 But his occafions might have wooed me firft « 
 For inmyconfeience, twas the fir man 
 
 | sai For inine one part, | never tafted Timon in my life, 
 Nor came any of his bounties over me, 
 To marke me for his Friend. YetI protett. 
 
 That ere received gift from him. 
 
 And does he thinke fo backwardly,of méenow, 
 
 That Ue requite it laft ? No: 
 
 So it may prove an Argumentof Laughter 
 
 To th’reft, and ’mong{t LordsoT bethonght a Foole: 
 
 Ide rather then the worth of thricethe fumme, 
 
 Had fent tome firft, but for my minds fake ; 
 
 Ide fuch a courage to doc him good. But now returne, 
 
 And with their faint reply, thisanfwer joynes 
 
 Who bates mine honor, fhallnot know my Coynes €xit. 
 Ser. Excellent : Your Lorfhipsa goodly Viltaine . the 
 
 divell knew not what he did, -when he made man Poli- 
 
 ticke'; he croffed himfelfe by't ; and I cannot thinke, but 
 
 in the end,the villanies of nyan wiilfet him cleere. How 
 
 fairely this Lord ftrivesto appearefoule? Taies Vertn- 
 
 ous Copies to be wicked ike thofe, that under hor ar- 
 
 dent zeale, wouldfet whole Realmes on fire,ot fucha na- 
 
 ture is his politike love. 
 
 This was my Lords bett hope, iow a'lare fled 
 
 Save onely the gods. Now bisfriends are dead, 
 
 Dooresthat were ne’re acquainted with their Wards 
 
 Many a bounteous yeere, mult be imploy’d 
 
 Now to guard furetheir Mafter : 
 
 And thisis alla liberail courte allowes, 
 
 Who cannot keepehis wealth, mufk keepe hishonfe. Ex. 
 
 Enter Uarre's man, meeting others, All Timons Creditors to 
 wait for bis comming out. Thenenter Lucins 
 aad. Hortenfius. 
 Var.man. Well met,good morrow Zitu and Hortesfius 
 Titus 
 
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 Tit. The liketo you kind Varro. 
 Hort. Lucius, what doe we meet together ? 
 
 Lue. ¥, andl thinke one bufinefle do’s commandusall. | For you ferve Knaves. : 
 
 For mine ismoney- 
 Tit. Soistheirs,and ours. 
 Enter P hilotuse 
 Lact. And fir Philotustoo. 
 Pi. Good day at once. 
 Luci. Welcome good Brother. 
 What doe youthinke the houre ? 
 Phil. Labouring for Nine. 
 Laci. So much? 
 Phit. Is not my Lord feeneyet ? 
 | Luci. Not yet. : 
 Phils-I wonder on’t; he was wont tofhine at feaven. 
 Luci. 1, but the dayesare waxt fhorter with him : 
 You owft confider, that a Prodigall courfe 
 Is like theSunnes, but fotlike his recoverable, a feare : 
 Tis deepeft Winter in Lord Tsmons purfe, that is: One 
 may reach deepe enough, and yet find little. 
 Phil. Tam of your feare, for that. 
 Tiz. Ue thew youhowt obferve a ftrangeevent ¢ 
 Your Lord fends now for Money ? 
 Hort, Mott true, he docs. “3 
 Tit. And he weares lewels now of Témons guift, 
 For which I waite for money. 
 Hort. It is againft my heart. 
 Luci. Marke how ftrange it fhowes, 
 Timon inthis, fhonld pay more then he ewes : 
 And e’neas if your Lord fhouid wearerich Iewels, 
 Ad fend for money for’em. : 
 Hort, 0 me weary of this Charge, 
 The godscan witnefle : 
 I know my Lord hath {pent of Témons wealth, 
 And now ingratitude; makes it worfe then ftealth, 
 Varro. Yes mine’sthree thoufand Crownes +, 
 Whats yours ? 
 Laci, Five thoufand mines 
 Var, Tismuchdeepe, and it fhould feeme by. th’fam 
 Your Matters confidence was above mine, 
 Elfefurely his had equall’'d. 
 Enter Flamin. 
 Tit. One of Lord Tamons men. bs 
 Luc. Flaminius ? Sir,a word : Pray is my Lord ready 
 to come forth ? 
 Flam No, indeed ke isnot. 
 | . Tit. Weattend his Lordthip ; pray fignifie fo much. 
 | Plam.« need nottell him that, he knowes you are too 
 diligent, 
 | Enter Stewardina Cloake, muffled. 
 Luci. Haz isnotthat his Steward muffledfo 2 
 He gocs away in a Clowd : Call him, call him. 
 Tit. Doe you heare, fir ? 
 2 Varro. By your leave, fir. 
 Stew. Whatdoe yeaske.of me, my friend, 
 Tit. We waite for certaine Moncey heere,fir. 
 Stew. 1, if Money wereascertaine as your waiting, 
 Twere fure enough. 
 Why then preferr’d you not your fummes and Billes 
 When your falfe Mafterseate of my Lords meat ? 
 Then"they would .{mile-and fawne upon his debts, 
 And take downe thintreft into their glutt’nous Mawes. 
 You dve your felvesbut.wrong, to ftirre me up, * 
 Let me paffe quietly :- . 
 Beleeve’t, my Lord and I have made an end, 
 Thave nomorcto reckon, he tofpend. © 
 
 Timon of Athens. 
 
 Luci. I, but this anfwer will not ferve. 
 Stew. Ifttwill not ferve, tis not fo bafeas you; 
 
 1 Varro. How? what does his cafheer’d Worthip mnt- 
 ter? 
 2 Varro, No matter what, he’s poore; and thats re- 
 venge enough. Whocan {peake broader, then ‘he that 
 has no honfe to put his head in? Such may rayle againit 
 great buildings. Poa 
 
 ] Enter Servilins. 
 
 Tit, Oh heres Servilius: now we fhall know fome an- 
 {wer. 
 
 Serv. If] might befeech you Gentlemen, to repayre 
 fome other houre;I fhould derive much,firom’t.For tak’t 
 of my foule, my Lord leanes wondroufly to difeontent: 
 his comfortable temper has forfooke him, hes much out 
 of health, and keepes his Chamber. 
 
 Lucie Many doc keepe their Chambers, arenot 
 And if it be fo farre beyond hishealth, 
 Me thinkes he fhould the fooner pay his debts, 
 And makea cleare way to the gods. 
 
 Servil.. Good gods. 
 
 Tit. We caunortake this for anfwer, fir- 
 
 Flaminius within. Servilins belpe, my Lord, my Lord. 
 
 Enter Timoninarage. 
 
 Tim. What,are my dores oppos’d againft my 
 Havel binever free; and muft my honfe 
 Be my retentive Enemy ? My Goale ? 
 
 The place which I have Feafted, does it now 
 (Like all Mankind) fhew mean Iron heart? 
 - Laci. Putin now Titus. 
 
 Zit. My Lord, heere is my Bill. 
 
 Lacs. Heres mine. 
 
 1 Var. And mine, my Lord, 
 
 Var. And ours, my Lord. 
 
 Philo. All our Billes. 
 
 Tim. Knocke me downe withem, cleave me to the 
 Greets: 
 
 Luc. Alasmy Lord. 
 
 Tim. Cut my heart infummes. 
 
 Zit. Mine, fifty Talents. 
 
 Tim. Tell out my bloud. 
 
 Lue. Fiyethoufand Crownes, my Lord. 
 
 Tim. Five thoufand drops payes that. 
 Whatyours ?. and yours ? 
 
 1 Var. My Lord. 
 
 2 Var. My Lord. 
 
 Tim. Teare me, take me, and the gods fall npon you 
 
 Hort.. Faith I perceive our Mafters may throw their 
 eapsat their money,thefe debts may well be call’d de(pe- 
 rate ones, for a madman owesem. Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Timon. 
 Tim, They have e’ne put my breath from me the 
 flaves. Creditors ¢ Divels. 
 
 Stew. My deere Lord. 
 
 Tim, What if it fhould be fo? 
 
 Stew. My Lord, 
 
 Tim. Me haveitfo. My Steward ? 
 
 Stew. Heere my Lord. 
 
 Tim. So fitly ? Goe, bid all my Friends againe, 
 _ Lucius, Lucullus add Semprovius : All, 
 Ile once more feaft the Rafcals. a 
 
 Stew. O my Lord, you onely fpeake from your diftra- 
 
 &ted foule ; there’s not fo much left to farnifh out a mo- 
 derate Table, snes 
 
 ficke; 
 
 paflage? e 
 
 ceed til ees + 
 
 Timon, 
 
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 Tim. Beit not in thy care : 
 Goe I charge thee, invite them all, let in the tide 
 Of Knaves once more:imy Cookeand Ileprovide.Exenn. 
 
 Enter three Senators at one doore, Alsibiades meeting them, 
 2 ' with Attendants. 
 1 Sen. My Lord, you have my voyce, toot 
 The faults Bondy : eee : 
 Tisneceffary he fhould dyes 
 Nothing imboldensfinne fo much, as Mercy- 
 2 Mofttrue;the Law fhall bruife em. 
 eici. Honor, health, and compaflion to the Senate, 
 1 Now Captaine. 
 Alci. Jam an humble Sutor to.your Vertues 5 
 For pitty is the vertuc of the Law, 
 And none. but T yrantsufe it cruelly. 
 It pleafes time and Fottune to lye heavy 
 Vpona Friend of mine, who in hot blood 
 Hath ftept into the Law :. whichis pat depth 
 To thofe that (without heed ) doe plundge intoo ts 
 He isa Man ({etting his Fate afide) of comely Vertues, 
 Nor did he foyle the fact with Cowardice. 
 (And honour in him; which buyes out his fault) 
 But witha Noble Fury, and faire {pirit, 
 Seeing his Reputation touch’dto death, 
 He did oppofe his Foe ; 
 And with fuch {ober and unnoted paffion 
 He did behoove his anger ere twas {pents 
 As if he had but pro¥’d an Argument. 
 1 Sen. You undergoe too ftrict a Paradox » 
 Striving to make an ugly deedlooke faire : 
 Your words have tooke{uch pairtes, as they labourd 
 To bring Mad-flaughter into forme, and fet Quarrelling 
 Vpon the head of Valour 5 which indeed 
 Is Valour mif-begoty and cameinto the world, 
 When Sects, and Factions were newly borne: 
 Hes truly Valiant, that can wifely fuffer 
 The worft that man can breath, 
 
 | And make his wrongs, his Out-fides, 
 
 To weare them like his Rayment, careleffely, 
 And ne're preferre his injuries to his heart, 
 Ta bring it into danger. 
 If wrongs be evills, and inforce us kill, 
 What Folly tis, to hazard life for ill. 
 Alcix My Lords. 
 1 Sen. Youcannot make groffe finnes looke cleare, 
 To revenge is no Valour, but co beares 
 Alc. My Lords, then under favour, pardon me. 
 If I {peake like a Captaine, 
 Why doe fond men expofe themfelves to Bartell, 
 And not endure all threats? sleepe upon’, 
 And let the Foes quietly cut their throats 
 Without repugnancy ?iftherebe 
 Such Valour in the bearing, what make we 
 Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant 
 That ftay at home, if Bearing carry its iS 
 And the Affe, more Captaine then the Lyon 2 the fellow 
 Loaden with Irons, wifer then the Iudge? 
 If Wifedome be in fuffering- Oh my Lords, 
 As you are great, be pittifully good, 
 Who cannot condemne rafhnefie in cold blood ? 
 To kill, I grant, is finnes extreameft Guft, 
 But in defence, by Mercy, tis moft juft- 
 To be in Anger, is impiety + 
 But whois. Man, that is not Angry. 
 Weigh but the Crime with this. 
 
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 Timon of Athens. 
 
 2 Sen, You breath in vaine. 
 Alci. Invaine ? 3 
 His fervice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,’ 
 Were a fuilicient briber for his life. 
 I BYhat’s that? 
 Alsi. Why Vay my Lords ha’sdone faire fervice; 
 And flaine in fight many of your enemies 
 How fall of valour did he beare himfelfe 
 In the laft Conflict, and made plenteous wounds ? 
 2 He has made too much plenty with em 
 Hes a {worne Riotor, he has a finne 
 That often drownes him, and takes hiss valour prifoner, 
 If there were no Fots, that were enough 
 To overcome him. In that Beaftly fury, 
 He has bin knowne to commit outrages, 
 And cherrifh Factions. Tisinferr’d tous, 
 His dayes are foule, and his drinke drangerous. 
 t He dyes. : 
 Alsi, Hard fate she might have dyed in warre,’ 
 My Lords, ifnot for any parts in him, 
 Thongh his right arme might purchafe his owne time, 
 And be in debt to none: yet more to move you, 
 Take my defertsto his,and joyne em both. 
 And for I know, your reverend Ages love Security, 
 Ile pawne my Victories, all my honoursto you, 
 Vpon his good returnes. 
 If by this Crime, he owes the Law hislife, 
 Why let the Waare receive’t in valiant gore, 
 For Law is ftrict, and Warré is nothing more. 
 t Wearefor Law, hedyes,urge it no more 
 On height of our difpleafure + Friend, or Brother, 
 He forfeits his owne blood, that fpilles another, 
 Alci. Muftit be fo? It muft not bee : 
 My Lords, I doe befeech you know me. 
 2 How? : ; 
 etic, Call metoyour remembrenca® 
 3 What. 
 * dlci. 1 cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me, 
 It could not elfe be, I fhould prove fo bace, 
 To feand be deny’de {uch common Grace 
 My wounds ake at you. 
 1 Doe you dare our anger ? 
 Tis few words, but fpacious in effect, 
 We banith thee forever: 
 Alcs, Banifh me? - 
 Banith your dotage, banifh ufury, 
 That makes the Senate ugly- 
 1 If after two dayes fhine, Athens containe thee, 
 Attend our waightier Iudgement, 
 And not to {well our Spirit. 
 He fhall be executed prefently. 
 Alci. Now the gods keepe you old enough, 
 That you may live 
 Onely in bone, that none may looke on yeu- 
 I'm worfe then'mad: I have kept backe their Foes 
 While they havetold their Money, and let out 
 Their Coyne uponiarge intereft. I my felfe, 
 Rich onely in large hurts. All thofe, for this ? 
 Isthisthe Balfeme, that the ufuring Senat? 
 Powres into Captaines weunds? ha Banifhnaent, 
 Tt comes not ill: I hate not to be banithe, 
 It is acaufe worthy my Spleene and Fury, 
 That Intay ftrike at Athens.’ Ile cheereup 
 My difcontented Troopes, and lay: for hearts 
 Tis honour with moft Lands to beat ods, 
 Souldiers fhould brooke as little wrongs as gods, Exst. 
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 Enter divers Friends at feverall doores. 
 
 I The good time of day to you, fir. 
 
 2 Ialfo wifhitto you: I thinke this honourable Lord 
 did but try-ns this other day- 
 
 1 Vponthat were my thoughts tyring when we en- 
 countred. I hope it is not folow with him as he made it 
 feeme inthetriall of his feverall Friends. 
 
 2 It fhould not be, by the perfwafion of his new Fea~ 
 fting. : 
 
 1 Ifhouldthinke fo: He hath fent me an earneft in- 
 viting, which many my neere occafionsdid urge me to 
 put off : but he hath conjur’d me beyond them, and I 
 mutt needs appeare. 
 
 2 Inlike manner was] indebt tomy importunat bu- 
 finefle, but he would not heare my excufe. I am forry, 
 when he fent to borrow of mee, that my Provifion was 
 out. 
 
 1 Iam ficke of that griefe too,as I underftand how all 
 things goe. 
 
 2 Every man hearesfo : what would he have borrow- 
 wed of you ? 
 
 1 A thonfand Peeces. 
 
 2 Athonfand Peeces ? 
 
 1 What of you? 
 
 2 He fent to me fir 
 
 Heere he comes. 
 
 Enter Timon and Attendands. 
 
 Tim. Withall my heart Gentlemen both; and how 
 fare you? 
 
 I Everatthe beft, hearing well of your Lordthip. 
 
 2 The Swallow followes not Summer more willing, 
 then we your Lordfhip, 
 
 Tm, Nor more willingly leaves Winter, fuch Sum- 
 mer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not re- 
 compence this long ftay ; Feaft yonr eares with the Mu- 
 ficke a while : if they will fare fo harfhly o’th Trumpets 
 found. we fhall too’c prefently, 
 
 1 I hope it remainsnot unkindly with your Lordthip, 
 that I return’d you an empty Meflenger. 
 Tim. O fir, let it not troubleyou, 
 2 My Noble Lord. 
 Tim. Ah my good friend, what cheere 3 
 The Banket brought in. 
 
 2 My moft honorable Lord,I am e’ne ficke of fhame, 
 that when your Lordfhip the other day fent to me,I was 
 fo unfortunate a Begger. 
 
 Zim. Thinke not on’t, fir. 
 
 2 Ifyou had fent but two houres before. 
 
 Tim. Let itnot cumber your better remembrances 
 Come bring in alltogether. 
 
 2 Allcover'd Dithes. 
 
 1 Royall Cheare, Iwarrantyouy 
 
 3 Doubt not that,if money and the feafon can yeild it 
 
 I How-doe you? Whatsthe newes? 
 
 3 Alcibiades is banifh’d : here yow’of its 
 
 Both. Alcibiades banith’d ? 
 
 3. Tis fo, be-fure of it. 
 
 t How ? How? 
 
 2 I pray you upon what? 
 
 Tim. My worthy Friends, willyoudraw-neere ? 
 
 3 Iletell youmore anon, Here’s a Noble feaft toward 
 
 2 Thisis the old man ftill, 
 
 3 Wilt hold ? Wilt hold 2 
 
 -2 Itdoes . but time will, and fo. - 
 
 Timon of. Athens. 
 
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 SR IT TS SE SEC shige Aiea 
 
 3 I doe conceive. 
 
 Tim. Each man to his ftoole, with that {purre as hee 
 Would to the lip of his miftris:your dyet fhal be inal pla- 
 cesalike. Make not a City Feaft of it, to let the meat 
 coule, ere we canagree upon the firftplace. Sir, fir. 
 The gods require our Thankes, 
 
 You great Benefactors, {prinkle our. Society with Thank» 
 fulneffe. For your ovwne guifts, make yonr (elves prais'd: But 
 referve Still to sve, dealt your Deities be defpifed. Lend toeach 
 mancnough, that one neede not land to another. For were your 
 Godheads 10 borrow of men,men would forfake the gods. Make 
 the Meate be beloved, more then the Adan that givesit. Let 
 
 no Aljembly of Twenty, be without a feore of Villaines. If there 
 fit twelve Women nt the Table, let adoxen of them be ast 
 are. The rest of your Fees, O gods,the Senators of Athens, | 
 together with the common legge of People, what 1s amiffe is 
 them, you Gods, make [uteable for deftrnttion. For thefe my 
 prefent Friends, as they are to me nothing, foin nothing bleffe 
 them, and to nothing arethey welsome, 
 Vncover Dogges, and lap, 
 Some Speake. What doc’s his Lordthip meane ? 
 Some otber.. Iknow not. 
 Tim. May youa better Feaft never behold 
 You knot of Mouth-friends: Smoke, andluke warme 
 Is your perfection. This is Timonslatt, (water 
 W ho ftucke and {pangled you with flatreries, 
 Wathes ir off, and {prinkles in your faces 
 Your reeking villany. Live leath’d, and long 
 Mott fmiling, {mooth, detefted Parafites, 
 Curteons deftroyers, affable Wolves, meeke Beares: 
 You fooles of fortune, T rencher-friends, Time flyes, 
 Cap and knee Slaves, vapours, and Minute Iackes 
 Of Man and Beaft, the infinite Malady 
 Craft you quiteo’re, What dort thon goe ? 
 Soft, take thy Phyficke firft; thoutoo,and thou; 
 Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none. 
 What ? All in Motion ? Henceforthbe no Feaft, 
 Whereat a Villaine’s nota welcome Gueft. 
 Burne honfe, finke Athens, henceforth hated be 
 Of Timon,Man, and all humanity. 
 
 Exit. 
 Exter the Senators, with other Lords. 
 
 1 Hownow, my Lords? 
 
 2 Know you the quality of Lord Témons fixry 2 
 
 3 Puth, did yonfee my Cap? 
 
 4 Ihave loft my Gowne. : 
 
 1 Hesbuta mad Lord,and nought but huinors fwaies 
 
 him. He gave mea Iewell th’other day, and now he has | 
 beate it out of my hat. 
 
 Did you fee my Tewell ? 
 2. Did you fee my Cap. 
 3 Heeretis. 
 4 Hecre lyes my Gowne. 
 1 Letsmake no ftay. 
 2 Lord Témonsmad. 
 3 I fec’lt upon my bones. 
 4 One day he giues us Diamonds, next day ftones. 
 Exesut the Senators, 
 
 Enter Timon. 
 
 Tim. Let me looke backe upon thee. Othou Wall 
 That girdles in thofe Wolves, dive in the earth, 
 And fence not Athens. Mutrons, turne incontinent, 
 Obedience fayle in Children : Slavesand Fooles “ 
 
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 Convert oth inttant greene Virginity, 
 
 Doo’t in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts, hold faft 
 Rather then render backe ; out with your Knives, 
 
 And cat your Traftersthroates. Bound Servants, ftcale, 
 Large-handed Robbers your grave Maftersare, 
 
 And pill by Law: Maide to thy Mafters bed, 
 
 Thy Miftris is o’th Brothell. Sonne of fixteene, 
 
 Piucke the lyn’d Crutch from thy old limping Sire, © 
 With it, beate out his Braines. Piety; and feare, 
 Religion to the gods, Peace, Luftice, Truth, 
 Domellickeawe, Night-reft, and Neighbour-hood, 
 Inftruction, Manners, Myfteries, and Trades, 
 Degrees, Obdf{ervances, Cuftomes, and Lawes, 
 Decline to your confounding contrariess 
 
 Attd yet Confufionlive: Plagues incidentto mens 
 Your potent and infectious Feavers, heape 
 
 On Athe:s ripe for ftroke. Thou cold Sciatica, 
 Cripple our Senators, that theirlimbes may halt 
 As lamely as their Manners, Luft and liberty 
 Creepe irthe Mindes and Marrowes of our youth, 
 Thar gainit the {treame of Vertue they may firive, 
 And drowne themfelves in Riot. Itches, Blaines, 
 Sowe all th’ Athenian bofomes, and their crop 
 
 Be generall Leprofie : Breath, infect breath, 
 
 That their Suciety (as their Friendship ) may 
 
 Be meerely poyfon- Nothing {le beare from thee 
 But nakednefle , thou deteftable Towne. 
 
 Take thou that too, withmultiplying Bannes : 
 Timon will tothe Woods, where he fhall find 
 Th’unkindeft Beaft, more kinder then Mankind. 
 The gods confound (heare me you good godsall) 
 Th’Athenians both within and out that Wall : 
 And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow 
 To the whole race of Mankind, high and low- 
 Amen: Exit. 
 Enter Steward with two or three Servants. 
 
 r Heare you Mafter Steward, where’s our Mafter? 
 Arewe undone, caftoff, nothing remaining? ... 
 Stew. Alacke my fellowes, what fhould I fay to you? 
 Let me be recorded by the righteous gods, 
 Tam as poore as you. 
 t Sucha houte broke @ 
 So Noblea Matter falne, all gone, and not 
 One Friend to take Ins Fortune by the aime, 
 And goe along with him. 
 2 Aswe doeturne our backes 
 From our Companion, throwne into his grave, 
 So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes ? 
 Slinke all away leave their falfe, vowes with him 
 Like empty purfes pickt. and his poorefelfe 
 A dedicated Beggar tothe Ayre, 
 Vith his difeate, ofall fhunn’d poverty, bth hie 
 Walkes likes contempt alone. More of our Fellowes. 
 Enter other Servants. 
 Stew. Ali broken Implements of aruin’d houfes 
 3 Yet doe our hearts weare Timmons Livery. 
 That fee } by our Faces : we are Fellowes fill, 
 Serving alike in forrow : Leak’d is our Barke, 
 And we poore Mates, {tand on the dying Decke, 
 Hearing the Surges threat s we muftall part 
 Into this Sea of Ayre- 
 Stew, Good fellowes all. 
 
 Timon of eA thens. 
 
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 The lateft of my wealth Ile fhare amongft you. 
 Where ever we hall meete, for Témons {ake ; 
 Let’s yet be Fellowes, Lets fhake our heads, arid fay © 
 As twere a Knell unto our’Mafters Fortanes, 
 W c have {eene better dayes. Let eachtake fome : 
 Nay pucoutall your hands: Not one wofd more, 
 Thus part we rich in lorrow; parting poore. 
 
 Erabrace and part feverall wayes. 
 Oh the fierce wretchiedneffe that glory: bring us 1 
 Who would not with tobe from wealth exempty' 
 Since Riches point to Mifery and Contempt ? 
 Who would be fo mock’d with glory, or tolive 
 
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 | But ina Dreame of Fricndfhip, 
 | To have his pompe,and all what ftatecompounds; 
 
 But onely painted like-his varnifht Priends : 
 
 Poore honeft Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart, 
 Vndone by goodneile: Strange unutuall blood, 
 When mans worft finne is, ‘he de’s too much Good. 
 W hothen daresto be halfe {o kindagen? 
 
 For Bounty that makes gods, doe {till marre Men, 
 My deerelt Lord, bleftto be moft accurtt, 
 
 Rich onely tobe wretched; thy great Forearies 
 
 Are made thy chiefe Afflittions. Alas (kind Lord) 
 Hes flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate , 
 Of montirous Friends: 
 
 Nor his he with hin tofupply his life, 
 
 Or that which can command it : 
 
 Ile follow and eriquire him out. 
 
 Ile ever ferve his minde, with my beft will; 
 Whilit I havegold; He be his Steward ftill, “Exit. 
 Enter Timon in the Woods. 
 
 Tim. O bleffed breeding Sun, draw from the earth 
 Rotten humidity : below thy Sifters Orbe 
 Infect the ayre. Twin’d Brothersofone wombe, 
 Whofe procreation, refidence, and birth, 
 Scarfe is dividant ; touch them with feverall fortunes, 
 The greater fcornes the lefler. Not Nature 
 (To whomall fores lay fiege) can beare great Fortune 
 But by contempt of Nature. 
 Raife me this Begger, and deny’t that Lord, 
 The Senators fhall beare contempt Hereditary, 
 
 | The Begger Natiue-honor. 
 It isthe Paftor Lords, the Brothers fides, 
 
 eee 
 
 The want that makes himleane : who dares? who dares 
 In purity of Manhood ftand upright 
 
 And fay, chis mans a flatterer. If one be, 
 
 So-arethey all : for every grize of fortune 
 
 Is {mooth'd by that below. The Learned pate 
 Duckesto the Golden foole. Alls obliquy 
 
 Theres nothing levell in our curfed Natures 
 Burdiretvillainy. Therefore be abhorr’d, 
 
 All Feafts, Societies, and Throngs of men. 
 Hisfemblable, yea himfeife. Tinson difdaines, 
 Deftruction phang mankind, Barth yeeld me Rootes, 
 Who feckes for better of thee, fawce his pallate 
 
 With thy. moft operant Poyfon. What is heere ? 
 Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold ? 
 
 Nogods,, Iam no idle Votarift, 
 Roots you cleere Heavens. Thus much of this will make 
 Blacke, white ; fowle, faire; wrong, right; 
 
 Bafe, Noble 5 Old, young ; Coward, valliant. 
 
 Ha you gods ! why this? what this you gods ? why this 
 Will lugge your Prietts and Servants front your fides: 
 Plucke ftout mens pillowes from below the heads. 
 
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 This yellow Slaves 
 Wiill knit and breake Religions, bleffe th’accurkt, 
 
 Make the hoare Leprofie ador'd, place Theevess 
 
 And give them Title, knee, andapprobation 
 
 With Senators onthe Bench? Thisisit . 
 
 That makes the wappen'd W iddow wedagaine; 
 
 Shee, whom the Spittle-houfe, and vicerous tores, 
 Would caft the gorge at+ ‘This, Embalmesand Spices 
 To’th’Aprill day againe.. Comedamn’d Earth, 
 
 Thou common where of Mankind, that puttes oddes 
 Among the routof Nations, Iwill makethee. 
 
 Doe thy.sight Nature. March afarre off 
 Ha 2? A Drumme? Thrart quicke; 
 
 But yet le bury tee: ,Thou't goe (rong Theefe), 
 
 When Gowty keepers of thee cannot Rand : 
 
 Nay ftay thow out for carneft. 
 
 Ente? Alcibiades with Drumme and Fift ia, warkke, manner 
 and Phrynia, and Timandras 
 
 Alci. W hat artthon there ? {peake- 
 
 Tim. A beatt asthou art. The\Canker gnaw thy heart 
 
 For fhewing meagaine theeyesofmans > - 
 Alci, What is thy name? 1sman {0 batefulkto thee, 
 That art thy felfe a Man ? 
 Tim, 1 am MMifan thropos,and hate Mankind. 
 For thy part, I doe with thou wert a dogge, 
 That I might love thee iomethiag, 
 Alcs. | know thee well: 
 Batin thy Fortunes.am unlearn’d, and ftrange. 
 
 Tim. 1 know thecto,and more then that I know thee 
 
 I not defire to knows: Follow. thy. Drumme, 
 
 With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules 3 
 
 Religious Cannons,civill Lawes are craell, < 
 
 Then what fhould warre be? This felt whore of thine, 
 
 Wath in her more deftructionthenthy Sword, 
 
 For all her Cherabiis looke. 
 Pbrin,, Thy lips rot off. 
 Jim. \ willnot kiflethee, 
 
 To thine owne lippesagaine. 
 eAlci. How came the Noble Zémon to this change? 
 Tim. Asthe Moone doe’s, by wanting light to give : 
 
 But then renew I could not like the Moone, . 
 
 | There were no Sunnes to borrow of. 
 
 Alci, Noble Tiason, what friendfhip may I doe thee ? 
 Tim, None, butromaintaine my opinion. 
 
 Alci, What is it Timon? 
 
 Tim. Promite me Friend(hip, but performe none. 
 
 then the rot returnes 
 
 artaman : ifthou do’ft performe, confound thee, for 
 thou arta man. 
 Alsi. 1 have heard in fome fort of thy Miferies. 
 | Tim. Thou fawk themwhen I had profperity. 
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 etict. 1{eethem now,then wasa blefled time. 
 Tim, As thineis now, held with a brace of Harlots. 
 Timan. Isthisth’Athenian Minion, whom the world, 
 | Voye'dforegardfully 2 
 | Tam. Artthou Timandra? Taman. Yes. 
 Tim. Bea whore ftill, they love thee notthat ufe thee, 
 | give them difcafes leaving with thee their Luft. Make 
 ute ofthy faithoures, featon the flaves for Tubbes and 
 | Bathes, bring downe Rofe-checkt youth to the Fubfaft, 
 | and the Diet. / 
 Timan. Hang thee Monfter, 
 ' Alc. Pardon him {weet Timaxdra, for his wits 
 Are drown’dand loft in ‘his Calamites. 
 
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 ' I have but little Gold of late, brave Tamon, 
 
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 If thou wilt not promife, the Gods plague thee, for thon: | 
 
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 The want whereof, doth dayly make revolt 
 In my penurious Band. Ihave heard and greev'd 
 How curfed Athens, mindleffe of thy worth, 
 Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour {kates 
 But for thy Sword:and Fortune trodupon them. 
 Tim. 1 prethce beate thy Drum, and get thee gone. 
 Alci. Yamthy Friend, and pitty thee deere T mon, + 
 Tim.How doeft thou pitty him whom thon doft trou- 
 I had rather bealone. ble, 
 Ak. Why fare thee well: 
 Heere is fome gold for thee. 
 Tim. Keepe it,I cannot eat it. 
 Alci, When have laid proud Athens on a heape. 
 Tim, Warr'ttthon,gainf Athenss 
 Alci. | Timon, and havecaufe. 
 Tim. The gods confound them all inthy Conquelt, 
 And thee after, when thou haft Congner’d- 
 
 Tim, Thatby killing of Villaines 
 Thou was’t borné to. conquer my Country. 
 Put up thy Gold. Goon, heeres Gold, goe 0n5 
 Be asa Plannetary plague, whom love _ : 
 Will orefome high-Vicd City, hang his poyfon 
 | Inthe ficke ayre : let not thy {word skip one « 
 Pitty not honour’d Age far his white Beard, 
 Heisan Viurer. Strike methe counterfet Matron, 
 It is her habiteonely, that is boneft, 
 Her felfesa Bawd. Let notthe Virgins cheeke 
 Make {oft thy trenchant Sword: for thofe Milke pappes 
 That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes; 
 Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ, 
 But fetthem down horrible Traitors.Spare notthe Babe 
 Whofe dimpled finiles from Fooles exhanft their mercy; 
 Thinkeit a Baftard, whom the Oracle 
 Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat fhall cut, 
 And mince it fans remorfe. Sweareagainft Objects, 
 Put Armonr on thine eares, and on thineeyes, 
 Whofe proofe, norycls of Mothers, Maides,nor Babes 
 Nor fight of Priefts in holy Veftments bleeding, 
 Shall piercea jot. TheresGoldtopay thy Souldiets. 
 Make large confnfion : and thy fury fpent, 
 Counfounded be thy felfe. Spealze not, be gone. rn 
 Ali. Haftthougeld yet, Iletakethe gold thou give 
 me,notail thy Connfell. 
 Tim. Doftthou or doit thon not, Heavens curfeupon 
 thee. 
 Both, Give us fome Gold good Timon, haftthou mi 
 | Tim. Enoughto make a Whore forfweare her Trade, 
 And tomake Whores,a Bawd. ‘Hold up you Sluts 
 | Your Aprons mountant ; you are not Othable, 
 Although I know you'll fweare, terribly fweare 
 Into {trong fhudders, andto heavenly Agues : 
 Thimmortall gods that heare you. Spare your Oathess 
 Ie truft to your Cenditions, be whores ttill. 
 And he whofe pious breath feekesto convert 7ou, 
 Be ftrongin Whore, allure him, burne him up, 
 Let your clofe fire-predominate his fmoke, , 
 And benoturne-coats : yet may your paines fix moulns 
 Be quite contrary. And Thatch 
 Your poorethin Roofes:with burtheris of the dead, 
 (Some that were hang’d) no matter: 
 Wearethem, betray withthem ; Whore ftill, 
 Paint till a horfe may: myre upon your face’: 
 A pox of wrinkles. 
 Both. Well, more Gold, what then? 
 
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 Be eeve't that wee’l do any thing for Gold, 
 Zsm. Con{umptions fowe 
 In hollow bones of man, ftrike their fharpe fhinnes, 
 And marre mens{purring.Cracke the Lawyers voyce, 
 T hit he may never more falfe Title pleade, 
 Nor found his Quillets thrilly ; Hoare the Flamen, 
 Thatfcold’t againft the quality of fleth, 
 And not beleeves himfelfe. Downe with the Nofe, 
 Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away 
 Of him, that his particular to forefee (bald 
 Smels from the generall weale. Make curid’pate Ruffians 
 And Jet the unfcarr’d Braggarts of the Warre 
 Deriue {ome paine from you. Plagveall, 
 That your Activity may defeate and quell 
 The fourfe ofall Erection. There’s more Gold. 
 Doyou damne others, and let this damne you, 
 Andditches grave youall. 
 Beth. More counfell with more Money, bounteous 
 Timon. 
 Tim. More whore, more Mifcheefe firft, I have given 
 you earne(t. 
 Alc, Strike up the Drum towardes Athens, farewell 
 Timon ; if I thrive well, Ile uifit thee againe. 
 Tim. If Thope well, lle never dee thee more, | 
 ec, Inever did the harme. 
 Tim. Yes, thon {pok'{t well of me. 
 Ale, Call’{t thou thatharme ? 
 Tius. Men dayly finde it.Get theeaway, | 
 And take thy Beagles withthee, 
 Ale. We but offend him, firike. Exennt. 
 Tim. That Nature being ficke of mans unkindneffe 
 Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou 
 Whofe wombe vnmeaturcabvle, and infinite breit 
 Teemes and feedsal!: whofe felfefame Mettle 
 Whereof thy proud Child(arrogant man) is puft, 
 Engenders the blacke T oad, and Adder blew, 
 The gilded Newt, and eyelefle venom’d Worme, 
 With all th’abhorred Births below Crifpe Heaven, 
 Whereon Hyperions quickaing fire doth fhine: 
 Yeeld hjn, who ail the humane Sonues do hate; 
 From foorth thy plentious bofome,one poore roote: 
 Enfeare thy Fertile and Conceptions wombe; 
 Let itno more bring out ingratefull man. 
 Goe great with Tygers: Dragons, Wolues, and Beares, 
 Teeme with new Monfters, whom thy upward face 
 Hathro the Marbled Manfion all above 
 Never prefented. O,a Root, deare thankes 
 Dry up thy Marrowes, Vines,and Plough-torne Leas, 
 Whereof ingratefull man with Licourifh draughts 
 And Morfels Vn<tious, greafes his pure minde, 
 That from it all Con/ideration flippes 
 Enter eApemant tse 
 More man ? Plague, plague. 
 Ape. I was directed hither. Menreport, | 
 Thon doft affect my Manners, and doft ule them. 
 Tim. Tis then, becaufe thoudoftnorkeepeadogge 
 Whom I would imitate, Confumption catch thee, | 
 | 
 
 Ape. This is intheea Nature but infected, 
 A pooreunmanly Melancholy fprung 
 From change of futures Why this Spadezthis place? 
 This Slave like Habit,'and thefe lookesot Care? 
 Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke W ine,lye fofs, 
 Hugge their difeafed Perfumes, and have forgot 
 That ever Timon was. Shame not thefe Woods, 
 By putting onthe cunning of a Carper. — 
 Bethou a Fiatterer now, and fecke to thrive 
 
 By that which ha’s undone thee; hindge thy kuee, 
 And let his very breath whom thou’lt obferve 
 Biow of thy Cap : praife his moft vicious {traine, 
 And call it exellent : thou wafttold thus : 
 Thou gav’ft thine eares (like Tapfters, that bid welcome) 
 To Knaves, and allapproachers : Tis moft iuft 
 That thon turne Ratcal!, had’fttheu wealth againe, 
 Rafcalls fhould bave’t, Do not aflume my likeneffe, 
 Tiw, Where I like thee, ’de throw away my felfe. 
 efpe. Thou hatt caft away thy felfe,beiag like thy felfe 
 A Madman fo long, now a Fooles what think ‘ft 
 That the bleake ayre, thy boyfterous Chamberlaine 
 Will putthy fhirt on warme? Will thefe moyft Trees, 
 That have out-liv’d rhe Eagle, page thy heeles 
 And skip when thou poinr't out 2. Will the cold brooke 
 Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning tafte 
 To cure thy o’re-nights furfet ? Callthe Creatures, 
 W hofe naked Natures jive in all thefpight 
 Of wrekefull Heaven,whote bare unhoufed Trunkes, 
 To the conflicting Elements expas’d 
 Anfwer.meere Nature : bid chem flatter thee. 
 O thou fhalt finde. 
 Tim. A Foole of thee : depart. 
 Ape. Tovethe better now, then ere I did. 
 Tim. \hate thee worfe. 
 eT pe. Wh y ? 
 Tim. Thou flatter’ft mifery. 
 Ape. I flatter not,but {ay thou art a Caytiffe, 
 Tim. Why dot thou fecke me out # 
 Ape. To vex thee. 
 Tim, Alwaiesa Villaines Ojfice, or a Fooles. 
 Dott pleafe thy felfein’t ? 
 Ape. I. 
 Tim. What,aKnavetoo? 
 e4pe. If thou did’ft put this fowrecold habit on 
 To cattigate thy pride, ’twere well :but thou 
 Dott it enforcedly : Thou’ dit Countier be againe 
 Wert thon nor Beggar: willing mifery 
 Out-lives ; in certaine pompe; is crown'd before : 
 The oneis filling Ril, never compleat : 
 The other, at high with : beft ftate Contentleffe, 
 
 | Hath a diftracted and moft wretched being, 
 
 Worfethen the worft, Content. 
 
 | Thou thouid’ft defire to dye, being miferable. 
 
 Tim. Not by his breath, that i¢ more miferable. 
 
 Thou art aSlave, whom Fortunes tenderarme 
 
 With favour never clafpt + but bred a Dogge. 
 
 Had’ft thou likens from our firft {wath proceeded, 
 
 The fweet degrees that this breefe world affords, 
 
 To fuch as may the paffive drugges of it 
 
 Freely command'ft : thou would’ft have plung’d thy felfe 
 In generall Riot, melted downe thy youth 
 
 In different beds of Luft, and never learn’d 
 The Icie precepts of re{pect, but followed 
 Tye sugred yame before thee. But my felfe, 
 Who had the world as my Confectionary, 
 The mouthes, the tongues, theeyes,and hearts of men, 
 At duty more then I could frame employments ; 
 That numberlefle upon the ftucke, as leaves 
 
 Doonthe Oake, have with one Winters brath 
 
 Fell from their boughes, and left me open bare, 
 For every ftorme that blowes. Ito beare this, | 
 That never knew but better, isfume burthen : 
 Thy Nature, did commence infufferance, Time ' 
 Hath made the hard in’t. Why fhould’f{t thou-hate Men? 
 They never flatter’d thee. _— haft thou given? 
 
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 If thou wilt curfe: thy Father(that poore ragge) 
 Mutt be thy fubiect ; who inipight put ltuffe 
 To fome fhee-Begger, and compounded thee 
 Poore Rogve,hereditary. Hencebe gone, 
 If thou hadft not beene borne the worft of men, 
 Thou hadft bene a Knave and Flatterer* 
 Ape, Art thou proud yet ? 
 Tim, I,that Jam not thee. 
 Ape. I, that | wasno Prodigall, 
 Tim, 1, that 1am oncnow: 
 Wereall the wealth I have fhut up tn thee; 
 I’ld give the leaveto hange it. Get the gone : 
 That the wholelife of Athens were in this, 
 Thus would I eate it. 
 Ape. Heere,1 will mend thy feaft. é 
 Tim. Firftmend thy company, takeaway thy felfe, 
 Ape. Sol fhall mend mine owne, by'th’iacke of thine 
 Tim. ’Tis not well mended fo, itis but botchts 
 If not, I would it were. 
 Ape. What would’ thou baveto Athens ? 
 Tim. Thee thither ina whirlewind :if thou wilt, 
 Tellthem there I have Gold, looke, fo L have. 
 Ape. Heereis noufe for Gold. 
 Tim. Thebett, and tructt : 
 For here it fleepes,and do’s no hyred-harme. 
 Ape. Where lye anights Tsmon ¢ 
 Tim. Vnder that’s above me. 
 Where feed’it thou. dayes 4 pemantus ? 
 Ape. Where my ftomacke findes meate , 
 where [eate it. 5 
 Tim.WW ould poyfon were obedient,and knew my mind 
 Ape. Where would’ft thon fend it? 
 Tim. To fawce thy difhes. — 
 Ape. The middle of Humanity thou never kneweft, 
 but the extremity ofboth ends. When thou waft in thy 
 Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee for too much 
 
 or rather 
 
 fpis’d for the contrary. Ther’s a medjer for thee, eate it. 
 
 Tim, On what I hate, I feed note 
 
 Ape. Do ft hate aMedler? 
 
 Tm, \,though itlooke likethee. 
 
 Ape. And th’had tt hated.Medlers fooner,thou fhould’ft 
 have loved thy felfe better now. What mandidd'ftthou 
 ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his meanes ? 
 
 Tim. Who without thofe meanes thon talk*ft of; didi 
 thou ever know belov’d? 
 
 Ape. My felfe. 
 
 Tim. 1 underftand thee : thou had’ft fome meanesto 
 keepe a Dogege. 
 
 Apem. What things in the world canft thou neereft 
 compare tothy Flatterers ? 
 
 Tim. Women neereft, but men: men are the things 
 themfelves. What would’t thou do with the world A- 
 pemantws if it lay inthy power ¢ 
 Ape. Give itthe Beatts,to be rid of the men. 
 
 - Tim, Would’ thou have thy felfe fall in the confufion 
 of men, andremainea Beaft with the Beafts. 
 
 Ape. 1 Timon. 
 
 Tim. A beaftly Ambition, which the Goddes grant 
 thee Cattaine to. Ifthou wert the Lyon, the Fox would 
 beguile thee : if thou wertthe Lambe, the Foxe would 
 eate thee : ifthou wert the Fox, the Lion would fafpe& 
 thee, when:peradventure thou wert accus’d by the Affe: 
 If thou wert the Affe, thy dulnefle would torment thee ; 
 
 thou wert the Wolfe, thy greedineffe would afflict thee, 
 
 IE AUN 
 
 Timon of eA thens. 
 
 \ and oft thou fhold’ft hazard thy life forthy dinners Wert 
 | thou the Vnicorne, pride and wrath would confound 
 | thee, and make thine owne felfe the conqueft of thy fury. 
 | Wert thou a Beare, thou would’ft be kill’d by the Horle: 
 | wert chou a Horfe, thou would’ft be feaz’d by the Leo- 
 | pard 
 
 | ject toa Beaft : and what a Beaft artthou already, that 
 | feeft not thy loffe in transformation. 
 
 A Forreft of Beafts* 
 
 ~ 
 
 Curiofity: ia thy Raggesthou knoweft none, butart de- | 
 
 and ftill thou liv’dft but asa Breakefaft tothe Wolfe. If 
 
 eee LL thee ennai ATT 
 
 Bh Se aie 
 
 : wertthoua Leopard, thou wert Germanetothe 
 Lion, and the {pottes of thy Kindred, were Iurors on thy 
 life. All thy fafety were remotion, » and thy defenceab- 
 fence. What Beaft could’ft thou bee, that were not fub- 
 
 pe. If thou could’ft pleafe me 
 With {peaking tome thou might ft 
 Have hit upon it heere- 
 The Common wealth of Athens, is become 
 
 Tim. How ha’s the Affe broke the wall, that thouart 
 outefthe City, 
 
 Ape. Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter : 
 The plague of Company light upou thee: 
 I will feare to catch it, and give way: 
 W hen J know not what elfe to do, 
 Ile feethee againe. 
 
 Tim. When thereis nothing living but thee, 
 Thou fhalt be welcome. 
 I had rather be a Beggers Dogge, 
 Thene4pemantns. 
 
 Ape. Thou art the Cap 
 Ofall the Fooles alive. 
 
 Tim, Would thou wert cleane enough 
 To {pit upon. 
 
 Ape. A plague on thee, 
 Thouart too bad to curfe. 
 
 Tim. All Villaines 
 That do ftand by thee,are pure. 
 
 Ape. There isno Leprofie, 
 Bat what thou fpeak’ft. 
 
 Tim. If I name thee, Ile beate thee; oRe 
 But I fhould infec my hands. ae 
 
 ope. I would my tongue 
 Could rot them off. i 
 
 Tim: Away thou iffue ofa mangy dogge 
 
 Coller does kill me, 
 That thou art alive, I fwoond to fee thee, 
 
 Ape. Wouldthou would’ ft burft, 
 
 Tim. Away thoutedious Rogue, Iam forry J fhall lofe 
 a {tone by thee, 
 
 Ape. Beatt. 
 
 Tim. Slave. 
 
 Ape. Toad. 
 
 Tim, Rogue, Rogue,Rogue- 
 Lam ficke of this falfe world, and will lovenought 
 But owen the meere neceflities upon't : 
 Then Timon prefently prepare thy grave : . 
 Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate 
 Thy grave-ftone dayly, make thineEpitaph, 
 That death in me, atothers lives may laugh. 
 O thon fweete King-killer, and dearedivorce 
 Twixt naturall Sunneand fire: chou brightdefiler 
 of Himeus pureft bed. thou valiant Mars, 
 Thou ever, young, frefh, loved,and delicate wooer, 
 Whofe bluth doth thawe the confecrated Snow 
 That lieson Dians lap. 
 Thou vifible God, 
 That fouldreft clofe Impoffibilities. 
 And mak’ ft them kiffe ; that fpeak’ft with every ban! 
 
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Fragment, fome flender Ort of his remainder : the meert 
 
 The Sunnes a Theefé, and with his great attraction 
 
 Timon of eofthens. 
 
 oe sass neem meer se 
 
 Toevery pilebofe'gOhtbon weitialIacatiyzknasix? =} H's unchsthd phe daiedeanmatehees mimes O thou touch of hearts, 
 Thinke thy fiave-man rebels, and by thy vertue 
 Set them into confoundiag oddes, that Beafts 
 May have the world in Empire. 
 
 Aps Would’twere fo, 
 But not till Iam dead. Ie fay th’*haft Gold « 
 Thon wilt be throng’d too fhortly. 
 
 Tim. Throng’ dtoo 2 
 
 I. 
 
 . Thy backe I prythee, 
 
 - Live, and love thy mifery, 
 
 » Long live fo,andfodye. Lam quit. - 
 Aye. Mothings like men; 
 
 Edte Timon, and abhorre then. Exig dpeman 
 
 Enter the Bandctti: 
 
 - 
 
 I Where fhould he have thisGold It isfome poore 
 
 want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, drove 
 him into this Melancholly. 
 
 2 Itisnois’d 
 He hoth a maffe of Treafure, 
 
 3 Let us make theaflay upon him, ifhe care not for't, 
 he will fupply us eafily : if he couetoufly referue it, how 
 fhall’s get it ¢ . 
 
 2 Tries for he beares it notabour him : 
 
 Tis hid. 
 
 I Isnot this hee? 
 
 All, Where 2 
 
 2 “Tis his defeription. 
 
 3 He? I know him. 
 
 All, Save thee Timon. 
 
 Tim. Now Theeves. 
 
 All, Soldiers, not Theeves. 
 
 Zim. Both too,and womens Sons. 
 
 efi/, \Wearenot Theeves, but men 
 That mrch do want. 
 
 Tim. Your greateft want is, you wont much of meat : 
 Why fhould you want? Behold, che Earth hath Rootes: 
 Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs: 
 
 The Oakes beare Malt, the Briers Scarlet Hips, 
 The bounteons Hufwife Nature, on each both, 
 Layes her full Meffe before you. Want? w hy Want? 
 
 t Wecannotlive on Grafle, on Berries, Water, 
 As Beafts,and Birds,and Fithes. 
 
 Ti, Nor on the Bealts them{elves, the Birds and Fifhes, 
 Yon muff eate men. Yet thankes I mutt youcon, 
 That youare Theeves profeft :that you worke not 
 In holier fhapes : Forthere is boundleffe Theft 
 In limited Profeffions. Rafcall Theeves 
 Heere’s Gold. Go, fucke the fubtle blood o’th Grape, 
 Till the high Feavour feeth your blood to froth, 
 
 And fo {cape hanging. Truft not the Ph yfitian, 
 
 His Antidotes are poyfon, and heflayes' 
 
 Moe then you Rob : Take wealth, and live together, 
 Do. Villaine do, fince you proteft to doo’t. 
 
 Like Workemen, Hleexample you with Theevery 
 
 Robbes the date Sea, The Moones an arrant Theefe. 
 And her pale fire, fhe {natches from the Sunne. 
 
 The Seas a T heefe, whofe liquid Surge, refolues 
 
 The Moone into Salt teares» The Barth’sa Theefe, 
 That feeds and breeds by acompofture ftolne 
 
 From gen’rallexcrement ¢ each think’s a Theefe. 
 
 The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power 
 
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 Ha’s uncheck’d Theft. Lovenot your elves, aways 
 Robone another, there’s more Gold, cut throates, 
 Alithat you meete are Theeves : to Athens 20, 
 Breake open fhoppes, nothing can you fteale 
 But Theeves do loofe it : fteale leffe, for this I give you 
 And Gold confound you howfoere: ‘Amen. 
 
 3 Has almoft charm’d mefrom my Frofeffion, by per- 
 eo me to it. 
 
 "Tisin the malice of mankinde, that he thus advifes 
 
 vsnetto have vs thrive in our myitery, 
 
 2 Ile beleeve himas an Enemy, 
 And give over my Trade. 
 
 1 Letvs firlt fee peace in Athens, there is no timefo 
 miferable but ‘a man may be true. Exeunt Theeves, 
 
 Enter the Stwer d to Titnon. 
 
 Stw. Oh youGods! 
 Is yon’ddifpis’d and ruinous man my Lord a. 
 Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument 
 And wonder of good deeds, evilly beftow’d } 
 What analteration of Honor has defp’rate want made ? 
 What vilder thing upon the earth, then Friends, 
 Who can bring Nobleft mindes,to bafeft ends, 
 How rarely do¢sit meete with this times guife, 
 When man was witht tolove his Enemies: 
 GrantI may everlove, and rather woo 
 Thofe that would mifcreefe me; then thofe that doo, 
 Has caught me in his eye, I will prefent my honelt griefe 
 unto him} andas my Lord, ftillferve him with my life, 
 My deereft Mafters i. %so5 
 
 Tim. Away ; what art thou? 
 
 Stew. Have you forgot me.Sir ? 
 
 Tim. Why doft aske that? I haue forgot all men, 
 Then if thou grunt’ttth’art a man, 
 Ihave forgot thee. 
 
 Stew. Anhoneft poore feruant of yours. 
 
 Zim. Then I know chee not : 
 I never had honeft manabout me,| all, 
 I kept were Knaves, to ferve in ineate to Villaines, 
 
 Stew. The Gods are witnefle, 
 Nev’r did poore Stew ard weare a truer greefe 
 For his undone Lord, then mine eyes for you- 
 
 Tim, What dott thou weepe? 
 Come neerer. then I love thee 
 Becanfethouart a woman, and difclaim’ ft 
 Flinty mankinde: whofeeyes donever give, 
 Bur thorow Luft and Laughier : pittie’s fleeping ;_ (ping. 
 Strange times that weepe with laughing, not with wee« 
 
 Stew. I begge of you ta knew me, good my Lord, 
 T’accept my greefe, and whil’ft this poore wealth lafts, 
 To entertaine me. as your Steward full. 
 
 Tim, Had} aSteward 
 Sotrue, fo iuft, and now fo.comfortable ? 
 Tr almoft turnes my daungerous Nature wild. 
 Let mebeholdthy face : Surely, this man 
 Wasborneof woman, 
 Forgive my generall, and éxceptlefic rathneffe 
 You perpetuall fober Gods. I do prociaime 
 One honeft man : Miltake me not; but one : 
 No more I pray, and hee’s a Steward. 
 How faine would Thave hated all mankinde, 
 And thou redeem’ft thy felfe. Butall fave thee, 
 I fell with Curfes, 
 Methiakes thou art more honeft now then wife ; 
 For, by oppreffingand betraying mec, 
 Il 2 ge ga eee eS EE 
 
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 Thou might’ft havefooner got another Service : 
 For many, fo arrive at {econd Matters, 
 
 V pon their firft Lerds necke. Bur telime true, 
 
 ae 
 
 (For I muit ever doubt, though ne’re fo fure) 
 
 isnotthy kindneffe fub:le. conctous, 
 
 * . . at rf 
 if notaV faring kindneffe, and as rich men deale Guiits, 
 
 Expecting in returne twenty for one ¢ s 
 Stew No my moft worthy Matter ,in whofe breft 
 Doubt, and iufpect (alas) are plac dtolate: 
 
 You fhould have fear’d falfe times, when you did Feafts 
 
 Sufpect till comes where an eftate is leatt, 
 That which I thew: Heaven knowes; 1s meerely Love; 
 Duty,and Zeale, to your unmarched minde; 
 Care of your Food and Living, and beleeve it; 
 My moft honovwr’d Lord, 
 For any benefit that points to mee, 
 Either In hope, or prefent, I'de exchange 
 For this one with, thatyou had power and wealth 
 To requite me, by making rich your felfe. 
 Tim. Looke the’tis fo : thon fingly honeft mans 
 Heere take : theGods ourof my mifery 
 Ha’s{entthe Treafure. Go, liverich and happy. 
 But thus condition’d : Thou thalt build from ment 
 Hate all,curfe all, fhew Charity tonone, 
 But let the famifht flefh flide from the bone, 
 Ere thou relceve the Begger. Give codogges 
 What thou denyeftto men. Het Prifons {wallow em, 
 Debts wither’em to nothing, be men like blafted woods 
 And may Difeafes licke vp their falfé bloeds, 
 And fo farewell, and thrive. 
 Stew. O let me ftay and comfort you my Matter: 
 Tim. If thou hat’ft Curfes 
 Stay not: flye, whil'ft thowart bleft and free = 
 Ne're fee thou man,aud let me ne’re fee thee. 
 
 Enter Poet, and Painter. 
 
 Pain. As ltooke note of the place, it cannot be farre 
 
 Where he abides, 
 
 Poet, What’sto be thought of him 2 
 Does the Rumor hold for true, 
 That hee’s fo full of Gold ? 
 
 Pasnter. Certaine. ’ 
 Alcibiades reports it : Phrinta and Timsandra 
 Had Gold of him, he likewife enrich’'d 
 Poore ftragling Soldiers, with great quantity- 
 Tisfaide, he gave unto his Steward 
 A mighty fumme. 
 
 Poets Then this breaking ofhis. 
 
 Ha’s beene buta try for his Friends ? 
 
 Painter. Nothing elfe 
 You fhall fee him aPalmein Athens againe, 
 And flovrith with thehighett: 
 
 Therefore, ’tis not amifle, we tender our loves 
 To him, in this fippos’d diftreffe of his : 
 
 It will fhew honeftly inus, 
 
 Andis very likely ,to loade our purpofes 
 
 With whatthey travailefor, 
 
 If it be a iuft and true report, that goes oe 
 Of his having. 
 
 Poet W hat have you now 
 To prefent unto him ? 
 
 Painter. Nothing at thistime 
 But my Vifitation : onely I will promife him 
 Anexcellent Peece. 
 
 Poet. Lmutt ferue him fo too; 
 
 Tell him of an intent that’s comming toward him. 
 
 ee ees eee 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Timon of eA rhens. 
 
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 | What a Gods Gold, that he is worfhipt 
 
 | Performance, isakind of Will or Teftament 
 
 os. A 
 
 Painter, Good as the beft 
 Promifing, isthe very Ayre o’th Time ; 
 It openstheeyes of Expectation. 
 Performance, isever the duller for his ate, 
 And but in the plainer and fimpler kind of people, 
 The deede of Saying is quiet out of ufe. 
 To promife, is moft Gourtly and fathionable ; 
 
 Which argues a great fickeneffe in his iudgement 
 That makes it. 
 
 Enter Timon from his Caver 
 
 Timon. Excellent Workemans 
 Thou canft not painta man fo badde 
 As is thy felfe. 
 Poet. I am thinking 
 Whar f fhall {ay I have provided for him 
 It muft be a perfonating of himfelfe: 
 A Satyre againft the foftneffe of Profperity, 
 Witha Difcovery of the infinite Flatteries 
 That follow youth and opulency- 
 Timon. Muftihou needes 
 Stand tor a Villaine inthine owne Worke? 
 Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men ? 
 Do fo, Ihave Gold for thee. 
 Poet. Nay let’sfecke him. 
 Then do we finne againft our owneeftate, 
 When we may profit meete, and comic too lates 
 Painter, True: 
 When theday fernes before blackescorner’d night 5 
 Finde what thou want’ft, by free and offer'd light. 
 Come. 
 Tim, Ve mecte you at the turne : 
 
 Ina bafer Temple, then where Swine feede # 
 *Tis chou that rige*ft the Barke,and plow’ft the Fome, 
 Setleft admired reverence ina Slave, 
 To thee be worfhipt,and thy Saints for aye : 
 Becrown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obays 
 Fit lmcetethem. 
 
 Poet. Haile worthy Timon. 
 
 Pain. Onriace Noble Maiter. 
 
 Timon. Have once liv'd 
 To fee two honeltmen ? 
 
 Poet. Sirs 
 Having often of your open Bounty tefted, 
 
 Hearing you were retyr ¢, your Friends falne off, 
 W hole thankeleffe Nature:(O abhorred Spirits) 
 Nortall the W hippes of Heaven, arelarge enough, 
 What,to you, 
 Whole Starre-like Nobleneffe gave life and influence 
 Totheir whole being ? J am rapt, and cannot cover 
 The monftcus bulke of this Ingratitude 
 With any fize of words. 
 
 Timon. Let it go, 
 Naked men may fce't the better : 
 Youthat are honeit, by being what yov are, 
 Make them beft {cene, and knowne. 
 
 Pain. He, and my felfe fs 
 Have travail'd inthe great fhowre of your guiftse 
 And {weetly felt it. 
 
 Timon. 1, you are honeft men, 
 
 Painet. We are hither come 
 To offer yoworr fevice. 
 Timon. Mott honeft men: 
 
 i iinet L A Ae 
 
 So 
 
Timon 
 
 Why how fhall Irequite you? — : 
 
 Cari you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no? 
 Both. What.wecan do, 
 
 Weel do to do you feruice. 
 Tim. Y’are honeft men, 
 
 Yhave heard thatI have Gold, 
 
 lam fure you have, {peake truth,y’are honeft men, 
 Pain, So itis {aid my Noble Lord, but therefor 
 
 Came not my Friend, nor I. 
 
 Timon, Good honeft man: Thou draw’ft a counterfet 
 
 Beft in all Athens, th’art indeed the bett, 
 Thou countertet*& moft lively. 
 Pain, So,fo,my Lord, 
 
 Tim. E‘ne {0 fir as I {ay.And for thy fiction, 
 Why thy Verfe fwels with ftuffe fo fine and fmooth, 
 That thou art even Naturall in thine Art. 
 
 But for all this(my honeft Natur’d friends) 
 Imuft needs fay you havea little faulr, 
 
 Marry ’tis not monftreus in you, neither wilh I 
 You take much paines tomend. 
 
 Both, Befeech your Honour 
 
 Tomake it knowne tous. 
 Tim. You take it ill. 
 Both, Moftthankefully, my Lord. 
 Timon, WV ill you indeed 2 
 Both, Doubtitnot worthy Lord. 
 
 Tim, There’s. never a one of youbut trufisa Knave, 
 
 That mightily deceives you. 
 Both, Dowe,my Lord? 
 
 Tim, J,and youheare himcogge, 
 See him diflemble, 
 Know his grofle patchery, love him, feede him, 
 Keepe in your bofome, yet remaine aflur'd 
 That he’s a made-up-V illaine. 
 
 Pain, 1 know none fuch, my Lord. 
 
 Pot. Nor I. 
 
 Tim. Looke you, 
 Love yon well, le give you Gold 
 Rid me thefe Villaines from your companics 3 
 Hang them, or ftab them, drowne them in draught, 
 Contound them by fonie courfe, andcome to me, 
 Ile give you Gold enough. 
 
 Both. Namecithem my Lord, let’s know them- 
 
 Tim. Youthat way, and you this: 
 But two-in company : 
 Each mana part, all fingle,and alone, 
 Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company : 
 If where thou art,two Villaines fhalinotbe, — 
 Come not neere him, If thou would’ft not reciae 
 But where one Villaine is, then him abandon. 
 
 Hence, packe, there’sGold, yecame for Gold ye flaves: 
 
 You have worke for me , there’s payment, thence, 
 You are an Alcumift, make Gold of that : 
 Out Rafcall dogges. 
 
 Enter Steward, and two Senators. 
 
 Stew. It is vaine that you would fpeake with Tsmon: 
 
 For he is fet fo onely to himfelfe, 
 That nothing but himfelfe, which lookes like man, 
 Isfriendly with bim. 
 1.Jez, Bring usto his Cave. 
 It is our part and promifeto th'Athenians 
 To {peake with Timon. 
 2,Sen. Atall times alike 
 
 Men are not {till the fame : twas Time and Greefes 
 
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 That fram’d him thus. Time with his fairer hand, 
 Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes, 
 The former man may make him: bring us to him 
 And chanc’e itas it may, 
 
 Stew. Heereis his Cave: 
 Peace and content be heere~ Timon,Ttmon, 
 Looke out, and fpeake to Friends + ¥ h’Athenians 
 By two of ther moft reverend Senate ereet thee? 
 Speake tothem Noble Simon, i 
 
 Enter Timon ont of his Caven 
 
 Tim, Thon Sunne that comfortburne, 
 Speake and be hane’d : 
 For cach true word, a blifter, and each falfe 
 Be asa Carherizing to the root o'th’Tougue, 
 Confuming tt with fpeaking. 
 I_ Worthy Timon. 
 Tsm. Of none but fuch as you, 
 And you of Timon. ‘ 
 1 The Senators of Athens,greet thee Timon, 
 Tim, I thanke them, 
 And would fend them backe the plague, 
 Could I but catch it for them. 
 I O forget 
 W hat we are forry for our felves in thee : 
 The Senators, with one confent of love, 
 Intreate thee backe to Athens, who have thought 
 On fpeciall Dignities, which vacant lye 
 For thy beft ufe and wearing. 
 2 They confeffe 
 Toward thee, forgetfulne fle too generall groffe; 
 Which now the pablike Body, which doth fildome 
 Play the re-canter, feelingin it felfe 
 A lacke of Timonsayde, hath fince withall 
 Of it owne fall,reftraining ayde to Timon, 
 And fend forth us,to make their forrowed render, 
 Together, with a recompence more fruitful 
 
 Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme, 
 
 I even fuch heapes and fummes of Love and Wealth, 
 As fhail to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs, 
 And write in thee the figures of their love; 
 
 | Ever to read them thine. 
 
 Tim, You witch me init ; 
 
 Surprize meto the very brinke of teares; 
 
 Lend mea Fooles heart, and a womans eyes, 
 And le beweepe thefe comforts, worthy Senators. 
 1 Therefore fo pleafe thee to returne with us, 
 And of our. Athens, thinéand eursto take 
 T he Captainefhip, thou thalt be met with thankes, 
 Allowed with ablolute power aad thy good name 
 Live with Authority : fo foone we fhall drive backe 
 Of Alcibiades h’ approaches wilde 
 Who likea Boare too favage, doth root up 
 His Countries peace, 
 2 And fhakes his threatning Sword 
 Againft the walls of Athens. 
 1 Therefore Témon. 
 Tim. Well fir, U will: thereforeT will fir thus: 
 If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen, 
 Let Alcibiades know this of T6von, 
 That Timon cares not, Bur if he facke faire Athens, 
 And take our goodly aged men by’th’Beards, 
 Giving our holy Virgins to the ttaine 
 Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain’d warre : 
 Then let him know, andtell him Tsmon{peakesit. 
 if 2 
 
Timon of eA thens. 
 
 (Me/, 1 have {poke the leaft. : | | 
 
 Befides his expedition promifes prefent approach. ) 
 2 We ftand much hazard, if they bringnot Timon, 
 Me. I met a Currier, one mine ancient Friend, 
 
 Whom though in general! part we were oppos'd, 
 
 Yet our old love madea particular force, 
 
 And made us {peake like Friends. This man wasriding 
 
 From Alcibiades to Timons Cave, 
 
 With Letters of intreaty, which imported 
 
 His Fellow hhip i’th’caute again{t your City, 
 
 In part for his fake mov’d. 
 
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 In pitty of our aged, and our youth, 
 i caunot choofe bur tet! bim that I care not, 
 And let hia tak’t at worlt : For their Knives care not, 
 While you have throats toantwer. For my {elfe, 
 There’s not a whittle, in th’unruly Campe, 
 But J do prize it at my love, betore 
 The reverendf{t Throat in Athens. So I leave you 
 Teo the prote: tion of the prolperous Gods; 
 As Theeves to Keepers. 
 
 Stew. Stay not, all’sin vaine. ; 
 
 ‘im. Why 1 was writing of my Epitaph, 
 
 It will be feene tomorrow, My long ficknefle 
 Of Heaith, and Living, now beginsto mend, 
 And nothing brings me all things. Go, live ftull, 
 Be e Alcibiades your plague ; you his, 
 And iaft fo long enough. 
 
 1 We {peake in vaine, 
 
 Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not 
 One that reioyces inthe common wracké, 
 As common bruite doch put ite 
 
 1 That’s well {poke. 
 
 Tim. Commend me tomy loving Countreymcn« 
 
 1 Thefe words become yout lippes asthey pafle thorow 
 them. 
 
 2 Andenter in onr eares, like great Triumphers 
 In their applauding gates. 
 
 Tim. Commendmetothem, 
 And tell them, that to cafe them of their greefes, 
 Their feares of Hoftile ftrokes, their Aches lofles, 
 Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes 
 
 Enter the other Senators. 
 
 1 Heere come our Brothers. 
 
 3 Notaike of Timon, nothing of him expe, 
 The Enemies Dinmmeis heard and féaretall {eouring | 
 Doth choake the ayre with duft : In, afd prepare, 
 Ours is the fall 1 teare,our Foes the Snare. 
 
 E. Keunt, 
 
 Enter a Souldier ix the Woods feek:ng Timon. 
 
 Sol. By all defexiption this fhould be che place. 
 Whos heere ? Speake hoa. ‘Noanfwer? What is this? 
 Tymon 1s dead, who hath ont-ftrercht his fpan, 
 
 Some Bealt reade this ; There do’s nolivea Man. | 
 Dead fure, and this his Grave, hat’sonthis Tomb, | 
 J cannot read : the Charracter Ile take with wax, | 
 Our Capraine hath in every Figure skill , 
 
 An ag’d Interpreter, though yong in dayes 
 
 Before proud Athens hee’s {et downe by this, 
 
 Whofe fail the marke of his ambition is. Exit 
 
 That Natures fragile Veffell doth fuftaine 
 In lifes uncertaine voyage, I will fome kindnes do them» 
 Ile teach them to prevent wilde Alcibiades wrath. 
 
 r ilike this well,he will returne againe- 
 
 Tim. Thave a Tree which growes heere in my Clofe, 
 That mine ownenfe inuites me to cut downe, 
 
 And fhortly mutt I fellit. Tell my Friends, 
 
 Teli Athens,in the frequence of degrees 
 
 From highto low throughout, that who fo pleafe 
 To ftop Affliction, let him take his hatte ; 
 
 Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe, 
 
 And hang himfeife. I pray you do my greeting. 
 
 Stew. Trouble him no further, thus you ftill thall 
 Finde him. 
 
 Tim. Come not to meagaine, but fay to Athens, 
 Timon hath made his everlafting Manfion 
 Vpon the Beached Verge of the falc Flood, 
 
 Which once a day with his emboffed Froth 
 
 The turbulent Surge thall cover ; thither come, 
 
 And let my grave-ftone be your Oracle : 
 
 Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end : 
 
 What is amiffe, Plague and Infection mend. 
 
 Graves onely be mens workes,and Death their gaine; 
 
 Sunne, hide chy Beames, 7iow hath done his Raigne, 
 
 Exit Tsmon. 
 
 1 His difcontents are unremoveably coupled to Na- 
 
 ture. 
 
 2 Our hope in him isdead: let us returne, 
 And ftraine what.other meanes is left untous 
 In our deere perill. 
 
 1 It requires {wift foot. Exennt. 
 
 Enter two other Senators, with a Meffenger. 
 
 r Thou haft painfully difcover’d : are his Files 
 As fullas they report 2 
 
 Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with ha Powers 
 before Athens. 
 
 ec. Sound to this Coward and lafcivious Towne 
 Our terrible approach. 
 Sounds aParly, 
 
 The Senators appeare upon the wals, 
 Till now you have gone on, and filld the time 
 Withal! Licestious meafure, making your willes 
 The {cope of Iuftice. Tillnow my felfeand fach 
 As flept withinthe fhadow of your power ‘ 
 Have wander’d with our traverft Armes, and breath d 
 Our fufference vainly . Now the timeisflufh, 
 When crouching Marrew in the bearer {trong 
 Cries (of it felfe) co more: Now breathiefle wrong, 
 Shail ficand pant in your great Chaires of eafe, 
 And purfie Intolence fhall breake his winde ~ 
 With feare and horrid flight. 
 
 1. Sex, Nobleand young; 
 
 When thy firft grecfes were butameere conceit, 
 Ere thou had’{t power, or we had canfe to feare, 
 We fent to thee, to give thy rages Balme, 
 To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loves 
 Above their quantity. 
 
 2 So did we wooe 
 Transformed 7#mon to our Cittics love 
 By humble Meffage, and by promift meanes : 
 We were rotall unkinde, nor all deferve 
 Thecommon ftroke of warre. 
 
 r Thefe walles of ours, 
 Were not erected by their hands,from whom 
 You have receiv’d your greefe : Nor are they fuch, | 
 
 Thatthefe great Towres, Trophees,& Schools fhould fall 
 
 For private faults inthem. 
 2 Norare they living 
 
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 Timon of eA thens. 127 3 
 
 Thofe Enemies of Timans; and'mine owne 
 Whom you yourfelvés fhall fetout for repraofe, 
 Falland no more; and to attoneyour feares ... 
 
 Who were the motives that you firft wentout, 
 Shame (that they wanted cunning in excite) 
 Hath broke their hearts,Martch, Noble Lord, 
 
 Into our City with thy Banners {pred, W ith my more Noble meaning, not a man. 
 By decimation anda tythed death ; Shall pafie his quarter, or offend the {treame 
 Ifthy Revenges hunger for that Food Of Regular Iuftice in your Citties bounds, 
 Which Nature loathes, take thou the deftin’d tenth, But fhall be remedied by your publique Lawes 
 And by the hazard of the {potted dye, Atheavieft anfwer. 
 Let dye the {potted. Both. *Tis molt Nobly {poken. 
 1 All have not offended : Ale. Defcend, and keepe your words. 
 For thofe that were, it is not fquare to take, : _ Enter a Meffenger. 
 On thofe that are, Revenge : Crimes, like Lands _ Mef. My Noble Generall, Tron is dead, 
 Are not inherited, then deere Countryman, Entomb’d upon the very hemme o’th’Sea, 
 Bring in thy rankes, but leave without thy rage, And on his Graveftone; this Infculpture which 
 Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and thofe Kin With wax I brought away: whofe foft Impreffion 
 Which in the blufier of thy wrathmuftfall Interprets for my poore ignorance, 
 With thofe that have offended, likea $ hepheard, 
 Approch the Fold, and cull th’infected forth, Alcibiades reades the Epitaph, 
 But kill not al together. Heere lies awretched (oar fe, of wretched Soule bereft, 
 2 Whatchou wilt, Seeknot my name: A Plague con[ume yen, Carifs left: 
 Thou rather fhalt inforce it with thy fmile, Heere lye Vimon,who ali living men aid hate, 
 Then hew too’t, with thy Sword. Paffe by, and curfethy fill, bet Stay not here thy gate. 
 1 Set but thy foot Thefe well expreffe in thee thy latter {pirits: 
 Againit our rampyr 4 gates, and they thall ope ; Though thou abhorrd’ftin vs our humane greifes, 
 So thou wilt fend thy gentle heart before, Scornd’ft our Braines flow,and thofe our droplets, which 
 To fay thon’t enter Friendly, From niggard Nature fall; yet RichConceit . 
 2 Throw thy Glove, Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weepe for aye 
 Or any Token of thine Honour elfc, On thy low Grave: on faults forgiven. Dead 
 That thou wiltufe the warresasthy redreffe, Is Noble Timon, of whofe Memory 
 And notas our Confufion : All thy Powers Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citty, - 
 Shall make their harbour ia our Towne till wee And I willufe the Olive with my Sword : 
 Have feal’d thy full defire. Make war breed peace;make peace ftint war, make each 
 Alc, Then there’s my Glove, Prefcribeto other,as cach others Leach. 
 Defcend and open your uncharged Ports, Let our Drummes ftrike. Exeunt. 
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 (eas x3 Lucullus,two Flattering Lords, 
 
 ee) Appemantus,a Churlith Philofepher. 
 
 Sempronius another flattering Lord, 
 
 Alcibiades,an Athenian Captaine. 
 
 Poet. 
 
 Painter. 
 
 leweller. 
 
 Merchant. 
 
 Certaine Senatours. 
 
 Certaine Maskets. 
 
 Certaine Theeves. 
 
 Flaminius,one of Tymons Servants, 
 Servilius,another. 
 
 Caphis, 
 
 Varro, 
 so \Severall Servants to Vfuterss 
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 Ventidius,one of Tymons falfe Friends.” 
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 | eA clus Primus. Scana Prima. 
 Enter Flavius, Murellus and certaine Commoners To fee great P ompey pafie the ftreets of Rome : 
 oucr the Stage. And when you faw his Chariot but appeare, 
 Have you not made an Vniverfall fhout, 
 q Flauins. —. That Tyber trembled underneath her bankes 
 Ence ; home you idle Creatures, get you home: | To heare the replication of your founds, 
 Is this a Holiday? What, know you not Made in her Concave Shotes ? 
 (Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke And do you now put on your beftattyre ? 
 Vpona labouring day, without the figne And do you new cull out a Holyday ? 
 Of your Profeflion ? Speake, what Trade art thou ? And do you now ftrew Flowers in his way, 
 Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter. That comes in Triumph over Pompey’s blood? 
 : CUar. Whieréis thy Leather Apron,and thy Rule? Be gone, we 
 What doft thou with thy beft Apparrell on? Range to your houfes; fall upon your knees, 
 You fir what Trade are you ? Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague 
 Cobl. Trucly Sir, inrefpect ofa fine Workeman, Iam | That needs muft light on this Ingratitude. 
 g butas you would fay,a Cobler. : : Fis. Go,go, good Countrymen, and for this fault 
 Mur, Put what Trade art thou ? Ant wer me directly. | Affembleail the poore men of your fort ; 
 Cob. A Trade Sir, that 1 hope I mayufe with, a fafe | Draw them to T yber bankes, and weepe your teares 
 Conicience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad foules. Intothe Channell, till the loweft ftreame 
 Fla. What Trade thon knave ? Thou nanghity knave, | Do kiffethe moft exalted Shores of all. 
 what Trade? : Exenne all the Commoners. 
 Coff. Nay I befeech you Sir, be not out with mes yet | See where their bafeft mettle be notmou’d, 
 if you be out Sir I can mend youe ; They vanifh tongue-tyed io their guiltineffe : 
 ; Ader, What mean’ft thon by that? Mend mee, thon | Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll, 
 fawcy Fe llow 2 inti his way will i Dilrobe tl c Images, 
 (0b. Why fir Cobble you. If you do finde them deekt with Ceremonies, 
 Fla. Thou arta Cobler art rhou? See ' : ‘Mur, May we do fo? 
 Cob, Truely fir, all that Ilive by, 1s withthe Aule: f | You knowitis the Feaft of Lupercall, 
 meddle with no Tradefmans matters, nor wonaans mat- Fla, It is no matter, let onimages 
 ; ters ; but withall Iam indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old fhooes: } Be hung with the ufos Frophees : + about, 
 when they are in great danger, I recover them. Aspro- Si drive away wed Vulgar — the ftreets ; 
 per men as ever trod upon Neates Leather, have gone up- | SO do you too, Where yuu Perceive them thicke, 
 onmy handy worke. T hefe growing — pluckt from Cefars wing, 
 Fla. But wherefore art nor in thy Shop to day? Will make him flyean ordinary pitch, 
 Why do’it thou leade thefe men about the ftreets ? Whoelfe would foare above the view of men. . 
 Cob. Truly fir, to weare Out = pee = Be os And keepe us allin fervile fearefulneffe, Exeunt. 
 ei : -e, But indeede fir we make moly~ : 
 ae aiee Bee oaaaiee in his Triumph. Enter Cefar, Antony for the C onrfe, Cc rien Portta, De- 
 Mar. Wherefore reioyce? | eins, (Kero, ad C afines Cae, Asem a 
 What Conquelt brings he home? | ‘ ser them (Mureilus and Flavius. 
 What Tributaries follow himto Rome, Caf. Os P Saati: Caftar Focal 
 To gracein Captive bondshisChariot Wheeless CHk: Fe rte a afar {peakes. 
 You Blockes, you ftones, you worfe then fenfleffe things: C ‘h phurns aa 
 y O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome; a e S: aes ve dice se saat 
 Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft? Sas ; vs ‘ = hy. spat Yo 
 Have you climb’d up to Walles and Bactlements, en he doth ome ey Hieererat 
 To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops; Ant. Csr, my Lore. 
 Your Infants in your Armes, and there have fate (2/- Forget not in your {peed Ant ont, 
 The live-long day, with patient evpectation, Totouch Calpbarnia : for our Elders tay, nikal 
 TT rr rear eee 
 J 
 
130 ge T he Tragedy of Fulius Cefar. 
 
 The Barren touched in this holy chace, 
 Shake off their ferrile curfe. 
 Ant. I fhailremember, 
 
 When (“far {ayes Do this ; ibis perform’d. 
 Cf. Set on, and leaveno Ceremony ont: 
 Sooth. {efar, 
 
 Cif. Ha? Whocalles ? 
 
 Cask. Bid every noyfe be ftill : peace yet againe. 
 
 Cf. Who is itinthe preffe,that calles on me 
 I hearea Tongue fhrillerthen all the Muficke 
 Cry, (é/ar :Speake, Ce/ar isturn‘d to heare- 
 
 Sooth, Beware the Ides of March, 
 
 Caf. What man is that 2 
 
 Br. ASooth-fayer bids you beware the Ides of March 
 
 Ce Set him before me, let ine fee his face. 
 
 Caffi. Fellow,come from the throng,looke opon Ce/ar. 
 (ef; What fayft thou to me now ? Speake once againe. 
 
 Sooth, Beware the Ides of March. 
 Caf, He is a Dreamer let us leave him : Paffe. 
 
 Sennet. Exeunt, Manent Brat. & Calf 
 
 Caffi.. Will you goe fee the order of the courfe ? 
 Brat, Not. 
 Caffi. 1 pray you doe: 
 
 Brut. I am not Gameiom : I do lacke fome part 
 
 Of that quicke Spirit that is in e4nteny: 
 Let menot hinder (2/ius your defires; 
 Tle leave you. 
 
 (4ffi. Brutws,1 doe obferue you now of late: 
 I have not from your eyes, that gentleneffe 
 And fhew of Love, asI was wontto have : 
 You bearetoo ftubborne,andtoo ftrangea hand 
 Over your Friends, that Loves you. 
 
 Bra, Caffius. 
 Be not deceiv’d : If Uhave veyl’d my looke, 
 Tturne the trouble of my Countenance 
 Meerely upon my felfe. Vexed Iam 
 Of late, with paffions of fome difference, 
 Conceptions Onely proper to my felfe, 
 
 Which give fome foyle (perhaps) to my Behaviours : 
 
 Butletnottherefore my good Friends be greev'd 
 (Among which number Ca/ffius be you one) 
 
 Nor conftrue any further my neglect, 
 
 Then'that poore Brutus with himielfe at Warre, 
 Forgets the thewes of Loveto other men. 
 
 Cafi. Then Brutss,1 have much miftooke your paffion, 
 
 By meanes whereof, this Breft of mine hath buried 
 Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations. 
 Tellme good Brutus, Can you fee your face ? 
 Brutus. No Caffins 3 H 
 For the eye fees not himfelfe but by reflection, 
 By fome other things. 
 Caffi ims. “Tis iutt, 
 And it is very much lamented Brutus, 
 That you have no fuch Mirrors, as will turne 
 Your hidden worthinefle into your eye, 
 That you might fee your fhadow : 
 I haveheard, 
 Where many of the beft refpect in Rome, 
 (Except immortal Ce/ar) {peaking of Brutus, 
 And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake, 
 Have wifh’d, that Noble Brasus hed his eyes. 
 Bra. Into what daungers would you 
 Leade me Caffins ? 
 That you would have me feeke into my felfe, 
 Forthat whichisnot in me? - 
 Caf: Therefore good Bruins, be prepar’d to heare: 
 
 | Ihadasliefe nor be, as live to be 
 | Inawe of fuch a Thing, as | my felfe. 
 
 And §ince you know you cannot fee your felfe 
 So well as by Reflection; I your Glaffe, 
 
 Will modettly difcouer to your felfe 
 
 That of your felfe, which you yetkuow not of, 
 And be not iealous-on me, gentle Bratns : 
 Where I a common Laughter, or did ufe 
 
 To ftale with ordinary Oathes my love 
 
 To every new Protefter : if youkuows 
 
 That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard, 
 And after fcandall them : or if you know, 
 That] profeffein Banquetting 
 
 Toallthe Rout, then hold me dangerous. 
 
 Flourifh and Shout. 
 
 Bru. W hat meanes this Showting? 
 Ido feare,the People choole («far 
 For their King. 
 Caf. 1 do you feare it ? 
 Then mutt I thinke you would not have it fo. 
 Bru. would not Casfims, yet L love him well: 
 But wherefore do you hold me here fo long? 
 What is it, thar you would i impart to me ? 
 It itbe ought toward the generall good, 
 Set Honour in one eye, and Deathi’th other, 
 And I will looke on both indifferently : 
 For let the Gods fo fpeed mee,as I love 
 The name of Honour, more then I feare death. 
 Cai. Uknow that vertueto bein you Bratus, 
 As welas I do know your outward favour, 
 Well, Honor is the fubiect of my Story : 
 I cannot tell, what you and other men 
 Thinke of this life: But my fingle felfe, 
 
 I wasborne free as Caf ar, {o Were you, 
 We both have fedas well,and we can both 
 Endore the Winters*cold, as wellas hee. 
 For once. upona Rawe and Guilty day, ‘ 
 Thetroubled Tyber,chafing with herShores, 
 Cafar {aiesto me, Dar’ ft thou Caffius now 
 Leape in with me into this angry Flood, 
 And {wim to yonder Point? Vpon the word, 
 Accounted as I was, I plunged in, 
 And bad him follow : fo indeed he did. 
 The Torsent roar'd, and we did buffet it 
 With lufty Sinewes, throwing it afide, 
 And ftemming it with hearts of Controverfie. 
 But ere we could arrivethe Roint propos’d, 
 Cefar cride. Helpe me (affine, or I finke. 
 I (as e<ieas, our great anceftor, 
 Did from the Flames of Troy, upon his fhoulder 
 The old A nchsfes beare)fo,from the waves of Tyber 
 Did I the tyred:Ca/ar :And this Man, 
 Isnow become a God,and Caffius is 
 A wretched Creature,and mutt bend his body, 
 If Cefar carelefly but nod on him. 
 He had a Feaher when he was in Spaine, 
 And when the Fit was on him, I did marke 
 How he did thake:Tis true,thisGod did fhake, 
 His Coward lipes did from their colour flye, 
 And that fame eye, whofe benddoth awe the World, 
 Bs loofe his Luftre: I did heare him grone: 
 I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans 
 Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes, 
 Alas, it cried, Give me{ome drinke AER aa iit, a armen 
 
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 The Tragedy of Fultus Cafar. 
 
 Asa ficke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me, 
 A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould 
 So get the ftart of the Maiefticke world, 
 And beare the Palme alone. 
 Shout, 
 Bre. Another generall fhout ? 
 I doe beleeve, that thefe applaufes are 
 For fome new Honors, that are heap’d on (¢/ar. 
 _Caffi. Why man, he doth beftride the narrow world 
 Likea Coloffus, and we petty men 
 Walkeunder his huge legges, and peepe about 
 To finde our felves difhonourabie Graves. 
 Men at fometime, are Matters of their Fates. 
 The fault (deere Brutus ) is not in our Starres, 
 But in our Selves, that we are underlings. 
 Bratus and Cefar ; What fhould be in that Cafar ? 
 Why fhould thatname be founded more then youts 
 Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name: 
 Sound them, it doth become the mouth afwell. 
 Weigh them, itis as heavy : Coniure with’em, 
 Brutws will fart a Spirit as foone as {¢/ar. 
 Now in the names of all the Gods at once, 
 Vpon what meate doth this our Cefar feede, 
 That he is growne {o great? Age, thou art {ham’d. 
 Rome, thou haft loft the breed of Noble Bloods. 
 When went there by an Age, fince the great Flood, 
 But it was fam’d with more then with one man? 
 When could they fay (till now ) that talk’d of Rome; 
 That her wide Walkes in compat but one man ? 
 Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough 
 When there is in it but one onely man. 
 Olyou and I, have heard our Fathers fay, 
 There was a Brutus once, that would have brook’d 
 Th’eternal! Divell to keepe his State in Rome, 
 Aseafily asa King. : 
 Bru, That you do love me, I am nothing iealous = 
 What you would worke me to, Ihave fomeayme : 
 How I have though of this,and of thefetimes 
 
 Flourifh. 
 
 “I fhall recount heereafter. For this prefent. 
 
 Iwauild not fo (with love I might intreat you) 
 Be any farther moov’d: What you have {aid, 
 
 | Iwill confider: what you have tofay 
 
 Iwill with patience heare and findeatime 
 Both meet to heare, and anfwer fuch highthinges. 
 Till then my Noble Friend, chew upon this : 
 Brutus had rather bea Villager, 
 Then to repute himfelfea Sonne of Rome 
 Vnder thefe hard Conditions,as this time 
 Islike to lay upon us. 
 
 Caf. Tamglad that my weake words 
 Have ftrucke but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus. 
 
 Enter Cafar and bis Traine. 
 
 Bru, The Gamesare done, 
 And («aris returning. 
 
 Caf. Asthey pafleby, 
 Plucke Caska by the Sleeve, : 
 And he will (after his fowre fathion) tell you 
 What hath proceeded worthy note to day. 
 
 Bru. {will do fo : but looke you Cafius, 
 The angry {pot doth blow on Cafarsbrow, 
 Andall the reft looke likeachidden Traine ; 
 Calphurnia's Check is pale, and Cicero 
 Lookes with {ach Ferret, and fuch fiery eyes 
 Aswe have feene him inthe Capitoll 
 
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 Being croft in Conference,by fome Senators, 
 Cai. Caska will tell us what tlie matter is. 
 
 Caf, Antonio. 
 
 Ant. (<far. 
 
 Cf, Let me have men about methat are fat, 
 Sleeke-headed men,and fuch as fleepe a-nights : 
 
 Yond (a/ffius has a leane and hungry looke, 
 
 He thinkes too much : fuch men are daungerous, 
 ent. Feare him not {2/ar, he’s not daungerous, 
 
 Hee is a Noble Roman, and well given. 
 
 Cef. Would he were fatter; But I feare him not: 
 
 Yet ifmy name were lyable tofeare, 
 [do not know the manI fhould avoyd 
 So foone as that {pare (4//ius. He reades much, 
 Heis a great obferver, and he lookes 
 Quite through the Deedes of men. He lovesno Playes, 
 Asthou doft Aztony : he heares no Muficke : 
 Seldome he {miles, and {miles in fucha fort 
 As if he mock’d him{elfe, and {corn'd his {pigit 
 T hat could be mov’d tofmile at any thing. 
 Such menas he, be never at hearts eafe, 
 Whiles they behold a greater then themfelves, 
 And thereforeare they very dangerous. 
 [rather tell thee what is to be fear’d, 
 Then what I feare : for alwayesI am Cafar 
 Come on my right hand, for this care is deafe, 
 And tell me truely, what thou think ft of him. 
 Sennit. 
 Exit Cafar and his Traine. 
 
 Cask. You-pul'd sie by the cloake, would you fpeake 
 with me? 
 
 Bra. 1 Caska, tell us w hat hath chane’d to day 
 That Cé/ar lookes fo fad. 
 
 Cask. Why you were with him, were you not ? 
 
 Bru. 1 fhould not then aske C¢ska what had chanc’d. 
 
 Cask. Why there was.a Crowne offer’d him ; and being 
 offer'd him, he put it by with the backe ef his hand thus, 
 and th er the people feli a fhouting. 
 
 Bra. What was the fecond noyfe for ? 
 
 (%k. Why for that too, 
 
 Caf. They fhouted thrice 
 
 Cask. Why for that too. ; 
 
 Bra. Wasthe Crowne offer d-him thrice ? 
 
 (ak, I marry wast, and hee put it by thrice » every time 
 gentler then other; and at every putcing by , mine honeft 
 Neighbors fhowted. ; 
 
 Cafe Who offer’d him the Crowne? 
 
 Cask, Why sintony. 
 
 Bru. Tellus the manner of it,gentle ( aka, 
 
 Caska. Icanas well bee hang’d as tell the manner ofit : 
 It were meere Fooliry, I didnot marke it. I fawe AZark, 
 Antony offer hima Crowne, yet’twas nota Crowne ney~ 
 ther, twas one of thefe Coronets : and asl told you, 
 hee put it by once = but for all that, tomy thinking, he 
 would faine havehadit. Then he offered ito him againe: 
 then hee put it by againe ; but to my thinking, hewas 
 very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered 
 it the third time : he put it the third time by, and ftiil 
 as he refus’d it, the rabblemert howted, and clapp’d 
 their chopt hands, and threw uppe ther fweaty Night. 
 cappes, and uttered fuch a deale: of itinking breath, 
 becaule (afar xefus'd the Crowne, that it had (al- 
 moft ) choaked Cefar : for hee {woonded, and fell 
 downeatit : And for mine owne part, Idurft notlaugh, 
 for feare of opening my Lippes, and receiving the bad, 
 
 Ayre. ; 
 is C, Affi. 
 
 : what was the laft ery for ? 
 
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 Cask. He felldowne inthe Market-place, and foam’d 
 at mouth, and was {peechleffe. 
 
 Brut* ’Tisvery like he hath the Falling fickeneffe. 
 
 Caffi, No, (-2/ar hath it not: but-you, and I, 
 
 And honeft Caska,we have the falling fickenefies 
 
 Cask, I know not what you meaneby that, but I am 
 fure Ca/ar fell downe. If the tag-ragge people did not 
 clap him, and hiffe him, according as he pleas’d, and dif- 
 pleas’dthem, as they ufe to doe the Players in the Thea- 
 tre, lam no true man. ‘ish 
 
 Brut. What faidhe, when he came unto himlelfe? 
 
 Cask. Mary, before he fell downe, when he perceiv’d 
 the common Heard was glad he refus’d the Crowne, he 
 pluckt me ope his Dovblet, and offer’d them his Throat 
 to cut: and I had beene a man offany Occupation, if I 
 would not have taken him at aword, Iwould1 might 
 goe to Hell among the Rogues, andfo hee fell. When 
 he came tohimfelfe againe, he faid, If hee had done, or 
 faid any thing amiffe, he defir’d their worfhipsto thinke 
 it was his infirmity. Three or foure Wenches where! 
 food, cryed; Alafle good Soule, and forgave him with 
 ail their hearts : Butthere’s heed to betaken of them ; if 
 Céfar had tabl’d their Mothers, they would have done no 
 leffe. 
 
 Brut, And after that, he came thus fad away- 
 
 (wk i. 
 
 Caffi. Did Cicero fay any thing ? 
 
 Cask, 1, he {poke Greeke. s 
 
 Caffi, To whatefle&? 
 
 Cask, Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne’re looke you 
 i'th’faceagaine. Butthofe that underftood him, {mild 
 at one another, and fhooke their heads: but for mine 
 owne part; itwasGrecke tome. 1 could tell, youmore 
 newestoo : Adurellus and Flavins, for pulling Scarffes 
 off Cefars Imags, are put to filence. Fare you well, There 
 was more Foolery yct:, if Icould remember it. 
 
 Cafi. Willyou fuppe with metonight, Caska? 
 
 Cask, No, 1am promis’d forth. 
 
 Caf. Will you Dine with me to morrow ? 
 
 Cask. I, if i bealive; andyour mind. hold, and your 
 Dinner worth the eating. Pa ie 
 
 Caffi. Good, 1 will expec you- 
 
 Cask, Doe fo : farewell both. 
 
 EXit. 
 
 Bru. Whatablunt fellow is this growne to be ? 
 
 He was quicke Mettle, when he went to Schoole. 
 Caff. Sois he now, in execution 
 Ofany bold or Noble Enteprize, 
 How-ever he puts on this tardy forme: 
 This Rudenefle isa Saweeto his good Wit, 
 Which gives men flomacke to difgeit his words 
 Withbetter Appetites 
 Brat. And io itis : 
 For this time I willleave you: 
 Tomorrow if yon pleafe tofpeake with with me, 
 Twillcome home to you :or if you will, 
 Come home to me, and I will wait for you. 
 Caffi. Lwilldoe fo: till then , thinke of the world. 
 Exit Brutus. 
 Well Brutus, thou art: Noble yet I fee, 
 Thy houourable Mettall may be wrought 
 From that it is difpos’d , therefore tis meet, 
 That Noble mindes keepe ever with their likes: 
 For whofo firme , that cannot be feduc’d? 
 Cafar doth beare me hard, but he loves Bratas. 
 
 The Tragedy of fulius Cafar. 
 
 Caffi. Buc foft Lpray you: what, did Cafar{wound ? | 
 
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 faults. 
 
 If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius, 
 
 He fhould not humor me. I willthis Night; 
 
 In feverall hands, in at his Windowes throw, 
 
 As if they came from feverall Citizens, 
 
 Writtings, alltending to the great opinion 
 
 That Rome holds of his Name : wherein obfeurely 
 
 Cafars Ambition fhall be glanced at. 
 
 And after this, let Cefar{eat him fare, 
 
 For wee will fhake him, or worfe dayes endure. 
 Exit, 
 
 Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caské, 
 and Cicero. 
 
 Cic. Good even, Caska : brought you Cafar home? 
 Whyare you breathlefle, and why ftare you fo ? 
 Cask, Arenot you mov'd, when all the fway of Earth 
 Shakes, like athing unfirme? O Cicero, 
 I have feene Jempefts, whenthe fcolding Winds 
 Have riu’d the knotty Oakes, and I have feene 
 Th’ambitious Ocean {well, and rage, and foame, 
 To beexalted with the threatning Clouds : 
 But never till to Night, never till now, 
 Did I goe through aT empeii-dropping-fire- 
 Eyther there isa Civill ftrife in Heaven, 
 Or elfethe World, too fawey with the Gods, 
 Incenfes them to fend deftruction. 
 (ice Why, faw you any thing more wonderfull? 
 Cask. A common flave, you know him wellby fight, 
 Held up his left hand, which did flame and burne 
 Like twenty Torches ioyn’d; and yet his hand, 
 Not ienfible of fire, remain’d unfcorch’d. 
 Befides, I ha’not fince put up my Sword, 
 Againft the Capitoll 1 met a Lyon, 
 W ho glaz d upon me, and went furely by, 
 W ithout annoying me. And there were drawne 
 Vpon a heape, a hundred gaftly Women, 
 Transformed with their feare,whofwore, they faw 
 Men, all in fire, walke up and downe the ftreezes- 
 And yetterday, the Bird of Night did fit, 
 Evenat Noone day, upon the Market places _ 
 Howting,and fhrecking. When thefe Prodigies 
 Doe fo conioyntly meet, let not men fay, 
 Thefe aretheir Reafons they are Natural : 
 For I beleeve, they are portentous things 
 Vnto'the Cly mate, that they point upon. 
 (ie. Indeed, itis a ftrange difpofed time: 
 But memmay couftrve thingsafter their fafhion, 
 Clean@tom the purpofe of the things themfelves. 
 Comes ( </ar to the Capitoll to morrow ? 
 (ask, He doth. forhe did bid Antonio 
 Send word to yon, he would be there tomorrows 
 Cie. Good-night then, Caska: 
 This difturbed Skie is not to walke in. 
 Cask. Farewell Cicero. 
 Exit Cicer» 
 Enter Caffina. 
 Caf. Who’sthere? 
 (ask. A Romane. 
 Caffi. Caska, by your Voyce. 
 Cask, Your Eare isgood. 
 Ca/fius, what Nightis this? : 
 Cafi. A very pleafing Night to honeft men- 
 Cask. Who everknew the Heavens menace fo? 
 Cafi. Thole that have knowne the. Earth fo full of 
 
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 For my _part,I have walk’d about the ftreets, 
 Submitting me untothe perillous Night; 
 And thas unbraced,Caska,as you fee, 
 Have bar’d my Bofome tothe Thunder-ftone: 
 And when the.crofleblew Lightning feem’d toopen 
 The Breft of Heaven,I did prefent my felfe 
 Even in the ayme,and very flafh of it. | (uens? 
 Cask. But wherefore did you fo much tempt the Hea- 
 It isthe part of imen,to feare and tremble, 
 When the moft mighty Gods;by tokens fend 
 Such dreadfull Heraulds,to aftonifh us. 
 Caf. You are dull, (aska: 
 And thofe {parkes of Life that fhould beina Roman, 
 You doe want or elfe you ufe not. 
 You looke pale,and gaze and put on feare; 
 And caft your felfe in wonder, 
 To fee the ftrange impatience of the Heavens: 
 But if you would confider thetrue caufe, 
 Why all thefé Fires, why all thefe gliding Ghofts, 
 Why Birds and Beafts,from quality and kinde, 
 Why Old men, Fooles,and Children calculate, 
 Why all thefe things: change from their Ordinance, 
 Their Natures,and pre-formed Faculties, 
 Tomofiltrotis quality ;why you fhall finde, 
 That Heaven hath infus’d them with thefe Spirits, 
 To make them Inftrments of feare,and warning, 
 Vntofome monftrous State. 
 Now could!(Caska) nameto thee aman, 
 Moft likethis dreadfull Night, 
 
 | That Thunders,Lightens opens Graves,and teares, 
 | As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll: 
 
 A man no mightier then thy felfe,or me, 
 In perfonall action;yet prodigious growne, 
 And fearefull,as thefer{tange eruptions are. 
 
 (ak, Tis Ce/ar that you meane: 
 Isit not, Caffius? 
 
 Caf. Let it be who it is:for Romans now 
 Have Thewes,andLimbes,like to cheir Anceftors; 
 But woe the While,our Fathers mindesare dead, 
 And we are govern'd with our Mothers fpirits, 
 Our yoake,and fufferance ,jhew us Womanifh. 
 
 Cask. Indeed,they fay,theSenators to morrow 
 Meane to eltablifh Ce/aras a King: 
 Andhe {hall weare hisCrowne by Sea,and Land, 
 Inevery place,fave herein Iraly. 
 
 Caf.1 know where I will weare this Dagger then; 
 (affius from Bondage will deliver (affine: 
 Therein, yee Gods,you make the weake moft,Gimems s 
 Therein , yee Gods,you Tyrants doc defeat. 
 Nor Stony Tower,nor Walls of beaten Brafle, 
 Nor ayre-lefle Dungeon,nor ftrong Linkes of Irony 
 Can be retentive to the ftrength of {pirits 
 But Life being weary of thefe worldly Barres, 
 Never lacks power to difmifle it felfe. 
 If I know this,know all the World befides, 
 That part of Tyranny that I doe beare, 
 I can fhake offat plcature. Thunder frill. 
 
 Cwk. Socant: ; 
 So every Bond-man in his owne hand beares 
 The power to cancell his Captivity. 
 
 Caf. And why fhould Ce/arbe a Tyrant then? 
 Poore man,I know: he would not be a Wolfe, 
 But that he fees the Romans are but Sheepe: 
 He'wereno Lyon,were not Romans Hindes. 
 Thofe that with hatte will make a mighty fife, 
 Begin it with weake Strawes. W hat trafh isRome? 
 
 eee eee 
 aiiateameamemaet 
 
 The Tragedy of Fulius Gifin. | 
 
 What Rubbifh,and what Offall? whenit ferves 
 For the bafe matter,to illaminate 
 
 So vilea thing as C4/ar. Butoh Griefe, 
 
 Where hait thou led me?1(perhaps){peake this 
 Before a willing Bond-man:then I know 
 
 My an{were muft be made. But Iam arm‘d, 
 
 And dangersare to me indifferent. 
 
 Cack: You {peake to Caska,and to fuieha man, 
 That isno flearing Tell-talé, Hold,my Hand : 
 Be factious for reddreffe of all thefe Griefes, 
 And I will fet this foot of mineas fare; 
 
 As who goes fartheft, 
 
 Caf. There’sa Batgaine made. 
 
 Now know you, (ka, have mov’dalready 
 Some certaine of the Nobleft minded Romans 
 To under-goe, with me,an Enterprize, 
 
 Of Honourable dangerous confequence; 
 
 And I doe know by this,they ftay for me 
 
 In Pompeyes Poxch:for now this fearefull Nigh, 
 There is no ftirre,or walking in the ftreetes; 
 And the Complexion of the Element 
 
 | Is Favors,like the Worke we have in hand, 
 Mott bloody, fiery,and moft terrible, 
 
 Enter (inna, 
 
 : oo Stand clofe a while , for heere comesone in | 
 aite, 
 Caf. Tis Cinnz,t doe know him by his Gate, 
 He is a friend. (nna,where hafte you fo? 
 (inna: To finde out’ you : Who’s that, CUerellus | 
 Cymber? 
 
 Caf. No, it is Caska,one incorporate 
 
 To our Attempts. Am I not ftay’d for,Cs#na? 
 Cin. 1am glad on’t. 
 
 What afearefull Night? 
 
 There’stwo or three ofus have feene {trange fights. 
 Caf. Am IT not ftay’d for?tell me. 
 Cin. Yes, you are; O (afiins, 
 
 If you could but winne the Noble Brutus 
 
 To our party 
 
 Caf: Be youcontent. Good Ci#xza take this Paper, 
 
 Andlooke youlay it inthe Pretors Chayre, 
 Where Brutus may but finde it:and throw this 
 | In at his Window;{er this up with Waxe 
 | Vpon old Brutus Statuezall this done, 
 | Repaire to Pompeyes Porch,where you thall finde us, 
 | Is Decius Brutwsand Trebonius there? 
 Cin. All,but Adetellus (ywnber,and hee’s gone 
 
 | To fecke you at your houfe. Well,I will hie, 
 | And fo beftow thefe Papers as youbad me. 
 
 Caf. That done,repayre to Pomspeyes Theater. 
 
 Exit Cinmn. 
 
 Come Caska,you and I will yet,ere day, 
 See Bratus-at his honfe:three parts of him 
 Isours already,and the man entire 
 Vpon the next encouncer,yeelds him onrs. 
 
 Cask, O,he fits bigh in all the Peoples hearts: 
 And that which would appeare Offence in'vs, 
 His Countenanceé;like richeft Alchymie; 
 Will change to Vertue, and ro Worthineffe. 
 
 Caf: Him,and his worth,and our greatneed of him, 
 You have right. well concejted:let us goe; 
 For it isafter Mid-night,and ereday, 
 We will awake him,and be fure of him. 
 
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 Enter Brutus in bis Orchard. 
 
 Bru. What Lucius, hoct 
 
 I cannot,by the progreffe of the Starres, 
 
 Give guefle how neereto day--Lauesus,1 fay? 
 
 I would it were my fault to fleepe fo foundly. 
 
 When Lwcins,when?awake,] fay:what Lucius? 
 
 Enter Lucius. 
 
 Luc, Call’d you,my Lord? 
 
 |  Brv.Get mea Taper in my Study,Lwcins: 
 
 | When it islighted,come and call me here. 
 
 | Lwe. I will, my Lord. Ext. 
 
 | . Bra, Jt mutt be by his death:and for my part, 
 
 | I know no perfonall caufe,to fpurne at him, 
 
 | But for the generall. He mean becrown'd: : 
 | How that might change his nature , there’s the queftion? 
 | Iris the bright day that brings forth the Adder, 
 
 | And that craves wary walking:Crowne him that, 
 And then! graunt we puta Sting in him, 
 
 That at his will he may doe danger with. 
 
 Th’abufe of Greatneffe,is, when it dis. joynes 
 Remorfe from Power:And to fpeake truth of Cefar, 
 I have not knowne,when his Affections {way’d 
 More then his Reafon, But tisa common proofe, 
 That Lowlyneffeis young Ambitions Ladder, 
 Whereto the Climber upward turnes his Face: 
 
 But when he onceattaines the upmoft Round, 
 
 | Hethen unto the Ladder turnes his Backe. 
 
 | Lookes inthe Clouds, {corning the bafe degrees 
 
 | By which he did afcend:fo Cafar may; 
 
 | Then left he may,prevent.And fince the Quarrell 
 
 | Will beare no colour,fer the thing he is, 
 
 | Fathion it thus;that what he is,augmented, 
 
 | Would runne to thefe,and thefe extremities: 
 
 | And therfore thinke him as a Serpents egge, 
 
 | Which hatch’d,would as his kinde grow mifchievous ; 
 | And kill him in the fhell. 
 Enter Luceus. 
 
 Lwe. The Taper burneth in your Clofet,Sir: 
 
 | Searching the Window. fora Flint,I found 
 
 | This Paper,thus feal'd up,and Jam fure 
 
 | It did not lye thete when I wentto Bed. 
 
 Gives bim rhe Letter. 
 Bru. Get you to Bed againe, it is not day; 
 
 Is not to morrow(Boy )the firft of March? 
 
 Luc. I know not,Sir. 
 
 Bru. Looke inthe Calender,and bring me word. 
 Luc. I will,Sir. Exit. 
 Bra. The exhalations whizzing in the ayre, 
 Give fo muchlight, that I may reade by them. 
 Opens the Letter and veades. 
 Brutus thon fleep Bawake,and fee thy [elfe: 
 
 Shall Rome,&c. [peake,firike redreffe. 
 
 Brutus,thon fleep St:awake. 
 
 Such inftigations have beene often dropt, 
 
 Where I have tooke them up: 
 
 Shall Rome cc. Thus mutt I picce it out: 
 
 Shall Rome ftand under one mansawe? W hat Rome? 
 My Anceftors did from the {treetes of Rome 
 The Tarquin drive,when he was call'da King. 
 Speake, frike yedreffe. Am I catreatcd 
 
 Fhe TragedicofFulins (afar. 
 See 
 
 | And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloathes, 
 
 To fpeake,and ftrike?O Rome, make the promife, 
 If the redreffe will follow, thou receiveft 
 Thy full Petition at the hand of Bratws. 
 Enser Lucius. 
 Lwe. Sir,March is wafted fifteenedayes. 
 Knocke within. 
 Brus. Tis good. Go to the Gate,fome body knocks; 
 Since (-4/sins firft did whet me againit Ca/ar, 
 I have not flept. 
 Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing, 
 And the firft motion, all the Juterim is 
 Like a Phanta/ma,or a hideous Dreame: 
 The Genins,and the mortall luftruments 
 Are then in councell;and the ftate of man; 
 Like toa little Kingdome, fuffers then 
 The nature of an Infurrection. 
 
 Enter Lucitse 
 Lwe.Sir,tis your Brother Ca/sing at the Doore, 
 Whodoth defire to fee-you. 
 Bru. 1s he alone? 
 Lue. No,Sir,there are moe with him. 
 Bre. Doe you know them? 
 Luc. No,Sir,their Hats are pluckt about their Bares, 
 
 That by no meanes I may difcover them, 
 By any marke of favour. 
 
 Bra. Let’em enter: 
 They are the Faction. O Confpiracie, ie 
 Sham ft thou to fhew thy dang’rous Brow by Night, 
 When evills are moft free?O then,by day 
 Whaere wilt thou finde a Caverne darke enongh, 
 To maske thy monttrous Vilage? Secke none Confpiracie, 
 Hide it in Smiles,and Affability: 
 For ifthou path,thy native femblanceon, 
 Not Erebus it felte were dimme enough, 
 To hidethee from prevention. 
 
 Enter the (on {pirators,( afsins, Caska,Decins, 
 Cinna, Aderelins and Trebontns. 
 
 Caf. 1 thinke we are too bold upon your Reft: 
 Good morrow Bratus,doe we troubleyou? 
 ” Bru. 1 have beene up this howre,awake all Nights 
 Know I thefe men,that come along with you? 
 Caf Yes,every man of them;and no man here 
 But honors you:andevery one doth with, 
 Y ouhathbut that opinion of your felfe, 
 Whiéh every Noble Roman beares of you. 
 This isTrebonins. 
 Bru. He is welcome hither. 
 Caf-This, Decius Brutus. 
 Bre. He is welcometoo. ; 
 Cafe This, (aska ; this (inna ; and this 5 Metelns 
 Cimber . 
 Bru. They are all welcome. 
 What watchfull Cares doe interpofe themfelves 
 Betwixt your Eyes,and Night? ; 
 Caf. Shall I intreata word? They whifpers 
 Dec.Here lyes the Eaft:doth not the Day breake here? 
 Cuk,No. : 
 Cin. O pardon, Sir,it dothjand yon grey Lines, 
 That fret the Clouds,are Meffengers of Day- 
 Cask. You fhall confefie,that you are both decelv ds 
 Heere,as I point my Sword, the Sunne arifes, 
 Which isa great way growing onthe South, weigh 
 
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 Weighing the youthfull Seafon of the yeare. 
 Some two moneths hence,up higher toward the North 
 He firft prefents his fire,and the high Eaft 
 Stands as the Capito!l,directly heere. 
 
 Bru. Give me your hands all over,one by onee 
 
 Caf. Andlet us {weare our Refolution. 
 
 Bru. No,notan Oath: if notthe Face of men, 
 The fufferance of our Soules,the times Abufe; 
 If thefe be Motives weake,breake off betimes, 
 And every man hence,to his idle bed: 
 So Ict high-fighted-Tyranny range on, 
 Till each man drop by Lottery. But if thefe 
 (As Iam fure they do) beare fire enough 
 To kindle Cowards,and to fteele with valour 
 The melting Spirits of women; Then Countrymen, 
 What neede we atty {purre, but our owne caufe 
 To pricke us to redrefle? W hat other Bond, 
 Then fecret Romans,that have fpokethe word, 
 
 And willnot palter?And what other Oath, 
 
 Then Honefty to Honefty ingag’d, 
 That this fhall be,or we will fail for it. 
 Sweare Priefts and Cowards,and men Cautelous 
 Old feeble Carrions,end fuch fuftering Soules 
 That welcome wrongs:Vnto bad caufes,{weare 
 Such Creatures as men doubt; but donot ftaine 
 The even vertueof our Enterprize, 
 Nor th’infupreffive Mettle of our Spirits, 
 Tothinke,that or our Caufe,or our Performance 
 Did neede an Oath. When every drop of blood 
 That every Roman beares,and Nobly beares 
 Is guilty of a {everall Baftardy, _ 
 If hedo breake the fmalleft Particle 
 Of any promife that hath paft fromhim. 
 
 Caf. But what of CiceroeShall we found him? 
 Ithinke he will ftand very ftrong with us. 
 
 Cask. Let us notleave him out 
 
 Cin. No,by no meanes. ; 
 
 Met. O let ushave him, for his Silver haires 
 Will purchafe usa good opinion: 
 Aud buy mens voyces,to commend our deeds: 
 It thall be fayd,his judgement rul’d our hands, 
 Our youths,and wildenefle, fhall no whit appeare, 
 But all be buried in his Gravity. cea 
 
 Bru. O name him not;let us not breake with him, 
 For he will never follow any thing 
 That other men begin. 
 
 Caf. Then leave him out. 
 
 Cask. Indeed,he isnot fit. 
 
 Dee. Shall no man elfe be toucht,but onely Cefar? 
 
 Caf. Decius well urg dil thipke it isnot mect, 
 Marke Antony fo well belov'd of Cafer, _ 
 
 i Should out-live Ce/ar,we fhall finde of him 
 
 A threw’d Contriver. And you know,bismeanes 
 If he improve them,may well ftretch fo farre 
 Asto annoy us allswhich to prevents 
 
 Let Antony and («far fall together. 
 Bru. Our courfe will feeme too bloody, (sins Caffias, 
 
 To cut the Head cff,and then hacke the Limbes: 
 Like Wrath in death,and Envy afterwards: 
 
 Bor Antony,is but a Li mbe of Cefar. 
 
 Let’s be Sacrificers,but not Butchers Cains: 
 Weail ftand up againit the {pirit of Cafar, 
 
 And in the Spirit of men,there 1s no blood: 
 
 O that wethen could come by Cefars Spirits, 
 And not difmember C4/ar | But(alas) 
 
 Cefar mutt bleed for ite And gentle Friends, 
 
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 | Let’s kill him Boldly,but not Wrathfully: 
 Let’s carve him,as a Difh fit forthe Gods, 
 Not hew himas a Carkaffe fit for Hounds; 
 And let our Hearts,as fubtle Maifters do, 
 Stirre up their Servants to an acte of Rage, 
 And after feeme to chide,em. This thall make 
 Our purpofe Neceflary,and not Envious. 
 W hich fo appearing to the common eyes, 
 We fhall be call'd Pargers not Murdererss 
 And for Marke Antony,thinke not of him: 
 For he can dono more thea («/ars Arme, 
 When Cafarshead is off, 
 Caf. Yet I feare bim, 
 For in the ingrafted love he bearesto Ce/ar. 
 Brn. Alas,good (4fsins,do not thinke of him: 
 Ifhe love (¢/ar,all that he can do 
 Is to himfelte,take thought,and dye for Ce/ar. 
 And that were much he fhould:for he is given 
 To fports,to wildeneffe,and much company. 
 Treb, There is no feare in him;let him not dye, 
 For he willlive,and laugh atthis heereafter. 
 
 Clocke frikes. 
 Bru. Peace,count the Clecke. 
 Caf: The Clocke hath ftricken three. 
 Treb. Tis time to part. 
 Caf. But it is doubrfull yet, 
 Whether (4/ar will come forth to day,or no: 
 For he is Superftitious growne of late, 
 Quite from the maine Opinion he held once, 
 Of Fantafie,of Dreames,and Ceremonies? 
 Itmay be,thefeapparane Prodigies, 
 The unaccuftom’d Terror of this night, 
 And the perfwafion of his Augurers, 
 May hold him from the Capitoll to day. 
 Dec. Never feare that:Ifhe be fo refolv’d, 
 Ican ore-fway him:for he loves to heare, 
 That Vnicornes may be betray’d with Trees, 
 And Beares with Glaffes, Elephants with Holes, 
 Lyons with Toiles, and men with Flatterers. 
 But,when I tell him,he hates Flatterers, 
 He fayes, he does;being then moft flattered. 
 Let me worke: 
 4 For I cangive his humour the true bent; 
 And I will bring him to the Capiroll. 
 Caf: Nay,we will allofus,be there to fetch him, 
 Bru. By the eight houre,1sthat the uttermost? 
 Cin. Be that the uttermoft,and failenotthen. . 
 Met. Cains Ligarius doth beare Ca/ar hatred, 
 Who rated him for {peaking well of Pompey, 
 I wonder none of you have thought of him. 
 Bra. Now good Metellus go along by him: 
 He loves me well, and I have given him Reafons,.. 
 Send him but hither,and Ile fafhion him. 
 Caf. The morning comes upon’s: 
 Wee'l leave you Bratus, : 
 And friends difperfe your felves;but all remember 
 What you have faid,and fhew your felves true Romans. 
 Br. Good Gentlemen, looke freth and merrily, 
 Let not our lookes put on our purpofes, 
 But beare it as our Roman Actors do, 
 With ontyr’d Spirits,and formall Conftancy, 
 And fo good morrow to you every one. 
 Manet Brutus 
 Boy:Zacias : Faftafleepe?it isno matter, 
 Enjoy the hony-heavy-Dew of Slumber: 
 Thou haft no Figures,nor no Fantafies, 
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 Which bufie care drawes , inthe braines of men ; 
 Therefore thou fleep’ft fo found. 
 Enter Portids 
 Per. Brutus, my Lord. 
 Bru. Portia, W hat meane you? wherfore rife you now? 
 Jt is not for your health, thus to commut 
 Your weake condition, tothe raw cold morning. 
 Por. Nor for yoursneither. Y*have ungently Brutus 
 Stole from my bed : and yefternight at Supper 
 You fodainly arofe, and walk’d about, 
 Mufing, and fighing, with your armesa-croffe : 
 And when I ask’d you what the matter wasy 
 You ftar’d upon me, with ungentle lookes. 
 1 urg’d you further, then you {cratch’d your head, 
 And too impatiently ftampt with your foote : 
 Yet I infifted, yet you anfwer'd not, 
 But with an angry wafier of your hand 
 Gave figne for me toleave you ; So I did; 
 Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience 
 Which feem’d too much inkindled; and withall; 
 Hoping it was but an effect of Humor, 
 Which fometime hath his houre with every man. 
 It will pot let you eate, nor talke, nor fleepe ; 
 And could it workefo much upon your fhape, 
 As it hath much prevail’d on your Condition, 
 I fhould aot know you Bratws. Deare my Lord, 
 Make me acquainted with your caule of greefe, 
 Bra, Lamnot well in health, amd chat tsall. 
 Por. Brutus is wile, and were he notin health, 
 He would embrace the meanes to come by its 
 Bru. Why fo I do: good Portia go to bed. 
 Por. Is Brutus ficke? And is itPhyficall 
 To walke unbraced, and fucke upthe humors 
 Of the darke Morning ? What, is Brutus ficke ? 
 And will he fteale ont of his wholefome bed 
 To dare the vile contagion of the Night 2 
 And tempt the Rhewmy, and unpurged Ayre, 
 Toadde unto his fickneflee? No my Brutus, 
 You have fome ficke Offence within your minde, 
 Which by the Right and Vertue of my place 
 I ought toknow of ; Aud upon my knees, 
 I charme you, by my once commended Beauty, 
 By all your vowes of Love, and that great Vow 
 Which did incorporate and make us one, 
 That you unfold to me, your felfe ; your halfe; 
 Why youare heavy, and what men tonight 
 Have had refort to you: for heere have beene 
 Some fixe or feven, who did hide their faces 
 Even from darknefle. 
 Bru. Kneele not gentle Portsa. 
 Por. Ifhould notneede, if you weregentle Brasuss 
 Within the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus, 
 Is it excepted, I fhould know no Secrets 
 That appertaine to you? Am I your Selfe, 
 Butas it were in fort, or limitation 2 
 To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed, 
 And talke to you fometimes ? Dwell I bat in the Suburbs 
 Of your good pleafure ? If it be nv more, 
 Portiais Bruins Harlot, not his Wife. 
 Bru. Youare my true and honourable Wife, 
 Asdeereto me,asarethe ruddy droppes 
 That vifit my fad heart, 
 Por, I this were true, then fhould I know this fecret, 
 I graunt 1 ama Woman; but withall, 
 A Woman that Lord Bratustooketo Wife: 
 I graunt lama Woman; but withall, 
 
 The Tragedieof Fulius (afar. 
 
 The face of Ca/ar, they are vanifhed. 
 
 A Woman well reputed : Care’s Daughters 
 Thinke you, Iam no ftronger thenmy Sex 
 Being fo Father’d, and fo Husbanded ? 
 Tell me your Counféls, I will not difclofe ’em 
 I have made ftrong proofe of my Conftancie, 
 Giving my felfea voluntary wound : 
 Heere, in the Thigh: Can I beare that with patience, 
 And not my Husbands Secrets ? 
 Bru. O yeGods! 
 Render me worthy of this Noble Wife. Knocke. 
 Hearke,hearke, one knockes: Portia goina while, 
 And by and by thy bofome fhall partake 
 The fecrets of my Heart. 
 All my engagements, I will conftrue to thee, 
 Allthe Chasactery of my fad browes ; 
 Leave me with haft, Exit Portia. 
 Enter Lucius and Ligarim, 
 Lusis , who’s that knockes. 
 Lue. Heere isa ficke man that would fpeake with you. 
 Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus {pake of, 
 Boy, ftand afide. Cains Ligarius, how ? 
 (4i. Vouchfafe good morrow froma feeble tongues 
 Brn. O what atime have you chofe out brave Cain 
 To weare a Kerchiefe ? Would you were not ficke. 
 (si. Tam not ficke, if Brats have in hand 
 Any exploit worthy the name of Honor. 
 Bru. Suchan exploit have I in hand Ligarins, 
 Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it. 
 Cai. By allthe Gods that Romansbow before, 
 I heere difcard my fickneffe. Soule of Rome; 
 Brave Sonne, deriv’d from Honourable Loines, 
 Thou like an Exorcift, haft conjur’d up 
 My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runney 
 And [ will ftrive with things impoffible, 
 Yea get the better of them. What'sto do? 
 Bru. Apeece of worke, 
 That will make ficke men whole. 
 (as. Butare not fome whole,that we mutt make ficke? 
 Bra. That muft we alfo. What it is my Caim, 
 I fhall unfold to thee , as we are going, 
 Towhom it muft bedone. 
 (ai. Set on your foote, 
 And with a heart new-fir'd,I follow you, 
 To do I know not what ? bur it fuiticeth 
 That Brutus leads me on. 
 Brs. Follow me then. 
 
 T landers 
 E Ken» 
 
 Thunder and Lightning. 
 Enter Inlius Cafar in bus DC ight-gowne. 
 
 (efar. Nor Heaven, nor Earth, 
 Have beeme at peace to night : 
 Thrice hath Calphurnia,in her fleepe cryed ont; 
 Helpe,ho : They musther Ce/ar. Who's within? 
 Enter a Servant. 
 Ser, My Lord. 
 Cef. Go bid the F riefts do prefent Sacrifice, 
 And bring me their opinions of Succefle. 
 Ser. I willmy Lord. 
 Enter Calphurnia. 
 Cal. What meane you Ca/ar? Think you to walke forth? 
 You fhal not ftirre out ofyour houfe to day, 
 C4. (ear thall forth ; the things that threaten’d me, 
 Ne’ce look’d but on my backe : When they fhallfee 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Calp. Cafar,1 never ftood on Ceremonies, 
 Yet now they fright me:There is ove within, 
 Befides the things that we have heard and feene, 
 Recounts moft horrid fights feene by the Watch- 
 A Lioneffe hath whelped in the ftreets, 
 ‘And Graves have yawn'd,and yeeldedup their dead; 
 Fierce fiery Warriours fight upon the Clouds 
 In Rankesand Squadrons,and right forme of Warte 
 Which drizel’d bleudupon the Capitoll: 
 The noife of Batted hurried in the Ayre: 
 Horles did neigh, and dying men did grone, 
 And Ghofts did fltrieke and {queale ebout the flrcets. 
 O Cefar,thefe things are beyond all ufe, 
 And {I do feare them. 
 Caf. What can be avoyded 
 Whofe end is purpos’d by the mighty Gods? 
 Yet (<far thall go forth:for thefe Predictions 
 Are to the world in generall,as to C2/ar- 
 Calp. W hen Beggers dye,there are no Comets feene, 
 
 The Heavens themlelves blaze forththe death of Princes | 
 
 (ef. Cowards dye many times before their deaths, 
 The valiant never tafte of death but once: 
 Ofall the W onders that I yet have heard, 
 It feemesto me molt ftrange that men fhould feare, 
 Seeing that death,a neceflary end 
 Will come,when it will come. 
 Enter a Servant. 
 
 What fay the Augurers? 
 
 Ser. They would not have you to ftirre forth today. 
 Plucking the intrailes ofan Offering forth, 
 They could not finde a heart within the beaft. 
 
 Caf: The Gods do this in thame of Cowardice: 
 Cz{ar fhould be a Beaft without a heart 
 If he fhouid ftay at home to day for feares 
 No, Ce/ar fhall not; Danger knowes full well 
 That Ca/ar is more dangerous then he. 
 Weéheare two Lyonslitter’d in one day, 
 And I theelder and more terrible, 
 And Ce/arthall go forth. 
 
 Cal. Alas my Lord, 
 Your wifedomeis confum’d inconfidence: 
 Do not go forth to day: Call it my feare, 
 That keepes you in che houfe,and not your OWN. 
 Wee'l fend (Marke « 4ntony to the Senate houfe, 
 And he fhall fay,youare not wellto day: 
 Let mie upon my knee,prevailein this. 
 
 Caf. Marke Antony thall{ay Lam not well, 
 And for thy bumor,1 will flay at home. 
 
 Enter Deciws. 
 
 Heere’s Decius Brotus be fhall tell them fo. 
 
 Dec. (efar,all haile:Good morrow worthy © afar’, 
 T cometo fetch you to the Senate houfe. _ 
 
 Cef. And you are come invery happy ume, 
 To beare my greeting tothe Senators, 
 And tel] them that I willnot come today: 
 Cannot, is falfesand that I dare not,falfer: 
 Twill pot come to day; tell them fo Decias. 
 
 Cab, Say he is ficke. 
 
 Caf. Shall Cafar fenda Lye? 
 Have lin Conqueft ftretcht mine Arae fo farre, 
 To be afear’d to tell Gray-beards the truth: 
 Decius,go tell them,Ce/ar will not come. 
 
 Dec. Mott mighty Ce/arletme know fome caufe, 
 Left I be langht at when I tell them fo. 
 
 Cef. The caufe is in my Will,l will not come, 
 That is enough to fatisfie the Senate. 
 
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 | Bat for your private fatisfaction; 
 | Becaufe I love you,| will let you know: 
 Calphurnia heere my wife,ftayes meat homes 
 | She dream’t to nigh,thefaw my Statue, 
 : Whicblike a fountaine,with an hundred {pouts 
 Did run pure blood;and many lufty Romans 
 Came finiling,and did bathe their hands in it; 
 And thefe does fhe apply. for warnings and portents, 
 And evilsimminent;and on her knee 
 Hath begg’d, chat J will ftay at home to days 
 Dee. This dreame is all amiffe interpreted, 
 It was a vifion,faire and fortunate: 
 Your Statue {pouting blood in many pipes, 
 Tn Ww hich fo many {miling Romans bath’d, 
 Signifies,that from you great Rome fhall facke 
 Reviving blood,and that great men fhail prefle 
 For Tinctures,Staines, Reliques,and Cognifance. 
 This by Calphurnta’s Dreame is fignified. 
 Cef. And this way have you wellexpounded it. 
 Dec. Lhave,when you have heard what I can fay: 
 And know itnow,the Senate have concluded 
 Togive this day,a Crowneto mighty Ce/ar, 
 If you fhall fendthem word you will not come, 
 Their mindes may change.Befides,it were a mocke 
 Apt to be render’d, for fome one to fay, 
 Breakeup the Senate, tillanother time, 
 When Cafars wife thal! meete with better Dreames: 
 If Cefar hide hienfelfe,thall they not whifper 
 Loe Cafaris affraid? 
 Pardon me (‘«/ar.for my deere deere love 
 To your proceeding bids me tell you this; 
 And reafon to my love is liable. 
 CafHow foolith do your fears feeme now Calphurnia? 
 I amafhamedI did yeeld to them. 
 Give me my Robe, for I will go, 
 
 Enter Brutus, Ligavius, Metellus,C aska,Tre~ 
 bonius,Cinnajand Publius. 
 And looke where Pubfiws is cometo fetch me, 
 Pub, Goodmorrow Cafar. 
 Caf. Welcome P ublins. 
 What Bratus,are yon ftirr'd fo earely too? 
 Good morrow Caska:Cains Ligarsas, 
 Cafar was ne’re fo much your enemy, 
 As that fame Ague which hath made you leane, 
 What is’t a Clocke? 
 Bru.Cafar,tis ftracken eight. 
 Cef.1 thanke you for your paines and curtefies 
 Enter e/tntony. 
 See, Antony that Revels long a-nights 
 Is notwithttanding up. Good morrow efateny, 
 Ant.So to molt Noble C¢/ar 
 (ef: Bidthem prepare within: 
 Tam too blame to be thus waited for. 
 Now (juna,now Merellus:what Trebonias, 
 Thave anhoures talke in ftore for you: 
 Remember that you call on me to day: 
 Be necre me,that I may remember you. 
 Treb. Cafar I will;and fo necre will Ibe, 
 That your beft Friends fhall with I had beene further. 
 "ef. Good Friends go in, and tafte fome wine with me 
 And we(like Friends) will ftraight way go together. 
 Bru. That every like is not the fame,O Cafar, 
 The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke upon, 
 Enter eArtemidorns. 
 Cafar,beware of Brutus,take heede of Ca/sins;comse not 
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 | meere C dsha have an eye to Cynna,truft not Trebonius marke 
 | well Metellus Cymber,Decius Brutus loves thee not s Thom 
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 Say Iam merry; Come to meagaine, 
 
 And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. 
 haft wrong'd Cains Ligarius. There is but one minde in all 
 the/emen,andit is bent againft Cafar:If thon beeft not Immor- 
 tall, lookg about you : Security gines way to Con/pirasy. The 
 
 eA itus Tertius. 
 
 mighty Gods defend thee. 
 Thy Lover e4rtemidoruse 
 
 Heere will I ftand,till Ce/ar pafie along, 
 Andasa Sutor will ! give him this: 
 My heart laments,that Vertue cannot live 
 Out of the tecth of Emulation. 
 If thou reade this, O Cafar,thou mayett line; 
 Ifnot,the Fates with Traitors do contriue. 
 
 Exter Portia and Lucins. 
 
 Por. Iprythee Boy,runto the Senate-houle, 
 Stay not to anfwer me, but get thee gone. 
 
 | Why deeft thou flay? 
 
 Luc. Toknow my errand Madam. 
 
 ‘Por. I would have had thee there and heereagen 
 Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould’ft de there: 
 OConflancy, be ftrong upon my fide, 
 
 Sct a huge Mountaine ’tweene my Heart and Tongue: 
 I have a mans minde,buta womans might: 
 How hard it is for women to keepe countell, 
 Artthou heere yet? 
 
 Luc. Madam,what fhould I do? 
 Run to che Capitoll,and nothing elfe? 
 And {o returne to you,and nothing elfe? 
 
 Por. Yes,bring me word Boy ,ifthy Lord looke well, 
 
 For he went fickhy forth:and take good note 
 What Ce/ar doth,what Sutors preffe to him. 
 Hearke Boy, what noife is that? 
 
 Luc, 1 heare none Madam. 
 
 Por. Prythee liften well: 
 I hearda bafsling Rumor likea Fray, 
 
 | And the winde brings ir from the Capitoll. 
 Luc. Sooth Madam, heare nothing. 
 Enter the Sooth{ayer. 
 
 Por. Come hither Fellow,which way haft thon bin? 
 
 Sesth. At mine owne houfe,good Lady. 
 Por. What is’taclocke? 
 Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady. 
 Por. 1s Cafer yet gone tothe Capitoll? 
 Sooth. Madam not yet,! gototake my {tand, 
 To fee him paffe on tothe Capitoll. 
 Por. Thou halt fome firite to (¢/ar, haft thou not? 
 Sooth. T hat I have Lady, if it will pleafe Cefar 
 Tobe fo good to Cefar as to heare me: 
 I fhall befeech him to befriend himéelfe. 
 Per. Why know’ft thou any harme’s intended to- 
 wards him? 
 Soorh. None that I know will be, 
 Much tbat | feare may chance; 
 Good morrow to yousheere the ftreetis narrow: 
 The throng that followes Ca/ar at the heeles, 
 Of Senators,of Prxtors,common Sutors, 
 | Will crowd a feeble man(almoft )to death: 
 Ile get me toa place more voyd,and there 
 | Speake to great Ce/ar as he comesalong. 
 Por. mak goin: 
 Aye me ! How weake a thing 
 The heart of woman is? O Bretus, 
 The Heavens {peede thee in thine enterprize. 
 Sure the Boy heard me:Bretus hath a fuite 
 That (4/ar will not grant. O, I grow faint: 
 Ran Lecins, and commend me te my Lord, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Flourifh. 
 
 Enter Cafar ,Brutus,Caffins,(aska, Decins, Met elins, Tre- 
 
 bonius,Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus,Popi- 
 hins,and tbe Soothfayer. 
 
 Caf.The Ides of March are comes 
 Sooth. I (4/ar, but not gone. 
 Art. Haile Cafar;Read this Scedule. 
 Dec. Trebonins doth defire you to ore-read 
 (At your beft leifure)this his humblefuite. 
 ert. O Cefar,reade mine firft:for mine’s a fuite 
 That touches (far neerer. Read it great Cafare 
 Cef. What touches us our felfe,fhall be laft ferv d, 
 Art. Delay not Ce/ar,read it inftantly. 
 (af. What,is the fellow mad? 
 Pub. Sirra,give place. <i 
 Caf. What,urge you your Petitions in the fireeté 
 | Come to the Capitoll. : 
 Pop. Iwith your enterprize to day may thrive. 
 | Caf. What enterprize Pepstans? 
 | Pop. Fare you well. 
 Bru. What faid Popsiins Lenae ; 
 Caf. He witht to day our enterprize might thrive: 
 I feare our purpofe is difcovered. F 
 Bru. Looke how he makes to Cafar:marke hime 
 Caf. Caska be fodaine, for we feare prevention. 
 Brutas what fhall be done? If this be knowne, 
 (affine or Cefar never fhall turne backe, . 
 For I will flay my felfe. . 
 Bru. (afsins be conftant: 
 Popilins Lena {peakes not of our-purpofes, 
 For looke he {miles,and («/ar doth not change. 
 (4/. Trebenins knowes his time:for look you Brutus 
 He drawes (Marke @ntony out of the way- 
 Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, 
 And prefently preferre his {uiteto(<fare 
 Bru. Heis addreftspreffe ncere,and fecond him. 
 Cin. Caska,you ate the firft that reares your hand. _ 
 Caf. Are we all ready? What isnow amuifle, 
 That Cefar and his Senate mutt redrefie? 
 
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 Metellus Cimber throwes betore thy Seate 
 An humble heart. 
 
 Caf, I muft prevent thee Crmber: 
 Thefe couchings, and thete lowly courtefies 
 Might fire the blood of ordinary men, 
 And turne pre-Ordinance, and firft Decree, 
 Into the lane of Children. Be not fond. 
 Tothinke that Cefar beares {uch Rebell blood 
 That will be thaw’d from the true quality 
 
 Withthat which melreth Fooles,] meane fweet words 
 
 Low-crooked-curtfies,and bafe Spaniell fawning: 
 
 If thou doeft bend,and pray,and fawne for him, 
 I {purne thee like a Curre outof my way: 
 
 Know; Cefar doth not wrong,nor withont cauie 
 Wil! he be fatisfied. 
 
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 To found more {weetly in great (¢/ars eare, 
 For the repealing of my banifhd Brother? 
 Bra. 1 kifle thy band,but not in flatcery (/ars 
 Defiring thee,that Pab4us Cimber may 
 Have an immediate freedome of repeale. 
 Caf. What Brutus? 
 Caf. Pardon Cefar:Cefar pardon: 
 Asloveas to thy foote doth Caffixe fall, 
 To begge infranchifement for Publius Cimber: 
 Ce/.1 could be well mov-d,if [ were as you, 
 If I could pray to moove,Prayers would moove me: 
 But I am conftant as the Northerne Starre, 
 Of whofe true fixt,and refting quality, 
 There is no fellow in the Firmament. 
 The Skies are painted with vonumbred {parkes, 
 They are all Fire,and every one doth fhine: 
 But,there’s but one in all doth hold his place. 
 So,in the World; Tis furnifh’d well with Men, 
 And Men are Flefh and Blood,and apprehenfive; - 
 Yet in the number,I do know but One 
 That unaffayleable holds on his Ranke, 
 Vathak’d of metion:and that I am he, 
 Let mea little thew it,even in this: 
 That I wasconftant Cymer (hould be banith’d, 
 And conftant do remaine to keepe him fo. 
 (im. O Cafar. 
 Cef. Hence: Wilt thou liftup Olympus? 
 Dec. Great Cafar. 
 Ce/. Donot Brutus bootlefle kneele? 
 Cask. Speake hands for me. 
 
 They flab Cafar. 
 Caf, Et Tu Britecommenmme Then fall (¢/are 
 Cw. Liberty,Freedome;Tyranny is dead, 
 Ruo hence,proclaime, cry it about the Streets. 
 Caf. Some tothe common Pulpits,and cry out 
 Liberty ,Freedome,and Enfrachifement. 
 Bru. People and Senators,be not affrighted: 
 Fly nor, ftand ftill: Ambitions debt is paid. 
 Cuk, Go tothe Pulpit Bratus. 
 Dec. And Ca/si#s toc. 
 Bra. Where's Pisblins? ; 
 Cm. Hecre quite confounded with this mutiny. 
 Met. Stand fatt together left fome Friend of Cafars 
 Should chance———— 
 Bru. Talke not of ftanding. Pab4as good cheere, 
 There is no harme intended to your perfon, 
 Nor to no Rommanelfe:fo tell them Pablws. 
 Caf. And leave us Publins, left that the people — 
 Rufhing on us, fhould do your Age tome mifchiefe. 
 Bru. Do fo,and let no man abide this deede, 
 But we the Doers. 
 
 Eater Trebonins. 
 
 Caf. Where is eAatheny? 
 
 Treb. Fled to his Houle amaz’d: 
 Men, Wives,and Children,ftare,cry out,and run, 
 As it were Doomefday. ; 
 
 Gru. Fares, we will know your pleafures: 
 That we fhall dye we know, tis but the time 
 And drawing dayesour,that menftandupen. 
 
 Cuk. Why hethat cuts off twenty ycares of life; 
 
 Cuts off fo many yeares of feating death. 
 Bru, Grant that,and then is Deatha Benefits 
 Soare we (¢/ars Friends,that have abridg qd 
 His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans,ltoope, 
 And let us bathe our hands in Cefarsblood — 
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 Then walke we forth,even to the Market place, 
 And waving our red Weapons o’x¢ our heads; 
 Let’s all cry Peace, Freedome,and Liberty. 3 
 Caf. Stoop then,and wafhs How many Ages hence * 
 Shail this our lofty Scene be acted over, 
 In States unborne,and Accents yet tuknow he? 
 Bra. How many times hall Cafar bleed in {port, 
 | That now,on Pompeyes Bafis lyes along, 
 | No worthier then the duft? 
 |  Caf.Sooftas that thall be, 
 | SO often fhallthe knot of us be call’d, 
 | The Men that gave their Country liberty. 
 ‘Dec, What, fhall we forth? 
 Caf-1 every manaway. 
 Brutus (hall icade,and we will grace his heeles 
 With the mott boldeft,and beit hearts of Rome. 
 Enter a Servant, 
 Bru. Soft,who comes heere? A friend of eAatonyes. 
 |. Ser. Thus Eratus,did my Matter bid me knccle; 
 | Thusdid Afarke Antony bid me fall downe, 
 And being proftrate,thus he bad me fay, 
 Brutus is Noble; Wife, Valiant,and Honeft, 
 | Cafar was Mighty, Bold,Royall,and Lovings 
 | Say,l love Brutws,and Lhonour him; 
 | Say, | fear’d Cefar,honour'd him,and lov'd him 
 If Srutus will vouchfafe,that Antony 
 May fafely come to him,and be refolv’d 
 How («far hath deferv’d tolye indeath, 
 (Mark Antony, {hall not love Cafar dead 
 So wellas Brarus living;but will follow 
 The Fortunes and Affaires of Noble Bratas, 
 | Thorough the hazards of this untred Scate, 
 Withall true Faith. So fayes my Maltcy Antony. 
 | Bra. Thy Matter isa Wife and Valiant Romane, 
 Ineverthought him worfe: 
 | Tellhim,fo pleafe him come unto this place 
 | He fhali be fatisfied:and by my Honor 
 Depart nhtouch’d. 
 Ser. Tle fetch him prefently. Exit Servant. 
 Bre, | know that we fhali have him well. co Friend. 
 (af. I with we may:But yet have Laminde 
 That feares him muchiand my mifgiving {til 
 Falles fhrewdly to the purpofe. 
 
 Enter Antony. 
 ( © Bra. But heere comes Antony: 
 | Welcome (Mark Antony. 
 | e4ut.O mighty (¢/ar | Dott thou lye fo low? 
 | Are all thy Conquefts,Glories, Triamphes,S poiles, 
 | Shcunke tothis little Meafure? Fare thee weil. 
 | I know not Gentlemen what you intend, 
 | Whoelfe mutt be let blood, who elle is rankes 
 | If I my felfe,there is no houre fo fit 
 | As Cefars deaths houre;nor no Inttrament 
 | Of halfethat worth,as thofe your Swords; made rich 
 With the moft Noble blood of ali this W orld. 
 I do befeech yee, if you beare me hard, 
 | Now, whil’ft your purpled hands do reeke and fmoake 
 Fulfill your pleafure. Live a thoufand yeeres, 
 | | fhall not finde my felfe fo apt todye. 
 No place will pleafe me fo,no meane of death, 
 | As heere by (2/ar, and by youcutof, 
 | The Choice and Matter Spirits of this Age. 
 
 Though now we muftappeare bloody and cruel, 
 Asby our hands,and this our prefent Act 
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 And this, the bleeding bufineffethey have done: 
 Our hearts you fee not,they are pittifull: 
 And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome, 
 As fire drives out fire,fo pitty,pitty, 
 Hath done this deed on Ca/ar. For your part, 
 To you, our Swords have leaden pots Marke eAntony; 
 Our Armes in ftrength of malice,and our Hearts 
 Of Brothers temper,do receive you in, 
 Withall kinde love,good thonghts,and reverence. 
 Caf. Your voyce fhall beas {trong asany mats, 
 In the difpofing of new Dignities. 
 Bra. Onely be patient, till we have appeas’d 
 The Multitude,befide themfelves with feare, 
 Andthen,we willdeliver youthe caufe, 
 Why I,that did love Ca/ar whea I ftrooke him, 
 Have thus proceeded. ‘ 
 Ant. 1 doubt not of yout Wifedome: 
 Let each manrender me his bloody hand. 
 Firtt Afarcas Bratus will 1 fhake with you; 
 Next Cains Cafivs do I take your hand; 
 Now Decius Bratus yours,now yours Matellus; 
 Yours (snna;and my valiant Caska,yours; 
 Thongh laft,not leaft in love yours good Trebonius, 
 Gentlemen all: Alas, what fhall I fay, 
 My credit now ftands on fuch flippery ground, 
 That one of two bad wayes you mutt conceit me, 
 Either a Coward,or a Flatterer- 
 That I did love thee Ce/ar,O tis true: 
 Ifthen thy Spirit looke upon us now, 
 Shall it not grceve thee decrer then thy death, 
 Tofee thy Antony making his peace, 
 Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes? 
 Moft Noble, in the pretence of thy Coarfe, 
 Had I as many eyes,as thou halt wounds, 
 Weeping as faftasthey ftreame forth thy blood, 
 It would become mebetter,then to clofe 
 In tearmes of Friendthip with thine enemies. 
 Pardon me Juéius,heere was’tthou bay’d brave Heart, 
 Heere did’ft thou fall,and heere thy Hunters ftand 
 Sign’d in thy Spoyle,and Crimfon’d in thy Lethe. 
 O Worldicthou watt the Forreft tothis Hart, 
 And this indeed,O W orld,the Hart of thee, 
 How like a Deere, ftricken by many Princes, 
 Doft thou heere lye? 
 (af. Marke Antony. 
 Ant, Pardon me Cains (afsius: 
 The Enemies of (e/ar,fhall fay this: 
 Then, ina Friend,it iscold Modefty. 
 
 Caf. 1 blame you not for praifing (far fo, 
 
 But what compact meane you to have with us? 
 Will yoube ptick’d innumber of our Friends, 
 Or fhall we on; and not depend on you? 
 
 Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands,but was indeed 
 Sway’d fromthe point, by looking downe on (4/ar. 
 Friendsam I with youall,and love youall, 
 
 Vpon this hope,that you fhall give me Reafons, 
 Why.andwhercin, C4/ar was dangerous. 
 
 Bra. Or elfe were this afavage Spectacles 
 Our Reafonsare fo full of good regard, 
 That were you Amtony, the Sonne of ( «far, 
 You fhond be fatisfied. 
 
 Ant. That’s all 1 feeke, 
 
 And am moreover futor,that I may 
 Produce hisbody to the Market-place, 
 And in thePulpit as becomes a Friend, 
 Speake in the Order of his F unerall. 
 
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 | I will my delfe intothe Pulpit firft, 
 
 Bru. You fhall Marke Antony. 
 Caf. Brutus, aword with you: 
 You know not what you do;Donot confent 
 That Axteny {peakein his Funerall: 
 
 By that which he will utter. 
 Brn, By your pardon: 
 
 | And fhew thereafon of our Cafars death. 
 | What Antony fhall fpeake,I will proteft 
 
 | He {peakes by leave,and by permifsion: 
 | Andthat we are contented (¢far fhail 
 | Haveall true Rites,and law full Ceremonies, 
 | It thalladvantage more,then do us wreng. 
 (af: lknow not what may fall,I likeitnot. 
 Bru. Marke Autony,heere take you Cefars body: 
 You fhall notin your Funerall {peech blame us, 
 But fpeake all good you can devifle of ( ¢/ars 
 | And fay you doo’t by our permifsion: 
 | Elfe fhall you not have any hand at all 
 About his Funerall.And you hall {peake 
 Inthe fame Pulpit whereto Iam going, 
 | After my fpeech is ended. 
 | Ant. Beit fo: 
 | Ido defire no more. 
 Bru. Prepare the body then,and followus. Exennt. 
 Manet Antony. 
 | O pardon me,thou bleeding peece of Earth: 
 That I am mecke and gentle with thefe Butchers. 
 Thouart the Ruines of the Nobleft man 
 That ever lived in the Tide of Times. - 
 Woe tothe hand that fhed this coftly Blood. 
 Ouer thy wounds,now doI Prophefie, 
 | (which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Rutby lips; 
 To begge the voyce and utterance of my Tongue) 
 A Curfe fhall light upon the limbes of men; 
 | Domefticke Fury,and fierce Civill,ftrife, 
 | Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: 
 | Blood and deftru@tion fhall be foinufe, 
 | And dreadfull Objects fo familiar, 
 | That Mothers fhall but fmile,when they behold 
 Their infants quartered with the hands of Warre: 
 All pitty choak’d with cuftome of fell deeds, 
 And Ce/fars Spirit ranging for Revenge, 
 With 4¢¢ by his fide,come hot from Hell, 
 Shall in thefe Confines, with a Monarkes voyce, 
 Cry havocke,andlet flip the Dogges of Warre, 
 That this foule deede,fhall {mell above the earth 
 With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall. 
 Enter Offavie’s Servant, 
 You ferve Ofavius C2far,do younot? 
 Ser. 1 do Marke Antony. 
 eAnt. (afar did write for himto come Rome. 
 Ser. He did reccive-his Letters,and is comming, 
 And bid me fay to you by.word of mouthe———— 
 O Cefar! a 
 Ant. Thy heartis bigge:gerthee a-part and weepe: 
 Pafsion I {eeis catching, for mineeyes, 
 Seeing thofe Beads of forrow ftand in thine, 
 Beganto water. Is thy Mafter comming? 
 Ser. He lies to night within feven Leagues of Romes 
 Ant, Pott backe with {peede, 
 And tell him what hath chane’d: 
 Heere is a mourning Rome,a dangerous Rome, 
 No Rome of fafety for Ofavins yet, 
 Hie hence,and tell him fo. Yet ftay. a-while, 
 
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 Thou fhalt not backe, till I have borne this courfe 
 Into the market place: There fhall I try 
 In my Oration, how the People take 
 The cruell iffue of thefe bloody men, 
 According to the which, thou fhalt difcourte 
 To young Ofaviue of the ftate of things. 
 Lend me your hand. Exennt 
 Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit, and Cajfi- 
 on with the Plebztans. 
 
 Pk. Wewillbe {atished : let us be fatisfied. 
 
 Bru. Then follow me, and give me Audience friends. 
 Caffins g0 you into the other ftreete, 
 And part the Numbers : 
 Thole that witl heare me fpeake, let ‘em ftay heere ; 
 Thofe that will follow Caffiws, go with him; 
 And publike Reafons fhall berendred. 
 Of (2/ars death. 
 
 1 Pie. t will heare Bretws fpeake. 
 
 2. [will heare Cafius,and compare their Reafons, 
 When feverally we heare them rendred. 
 
 3. The Noble Sratws is afcended : Silence. 
 
 Bra, Be patient till the laft. 
 Romans, Countrey-men, and Lovers,’ heare mee for my 
 caufe,and be filent,that you may heare. Beleeve mee for 
 mine Honor, and have refpect to mine Honor, that you 
 may beleeve. Cenfure me in your W ifedome, and awake 
 
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 any inthis Affembly, any deere Friend of Cars, tothem 
 I fay, that Brats love to Cafar, was no leffe then his. If 
 then, that Friend demand, why Brutus rofeagainit C/ar, 
 thisis my anfwer: Not that I lov’d Cafar |efle, but 
 that Ilov’d Rome more. Had you rather Cafar were li- 
 ving, and dye all Slaves; then that Ca/ar were dead , to 
 live all Free:men ? As Ce/ar lov’d mee, I weepe for him; 
 ashe was Fortunate, I rejoyce atit ; as he was Valiant , I 
 honour him : But,as he was Ambtious, | flew him. There 
 is Teares, for his Love: Joy , for his Fortune: Honor;for 
 his Valour : and death for his Ambition, Who is heere 
 fo bafe, that would bea Bondman ?Ifany, {peak, for him 
 have Loffended. Whois heere fo rude, that would not 
 be aRoman ? Ifany, fpeak, for hint have f offended. W ho 
 isheerefo vile, that will not love his Countrey / If any, 
 {peake, for him have I offended. I paufe fora Reply. 
 
 All. None Brats, none. 
 
 Brutus. Then none have I offended. Ihave done no 
 more to Ce{ar, then you fhalldo to Bratws, The Quefti- 
 onofhis death, is inroll’d inthe Capitoll: hisGlory not 
 extenuated, wherein he was worthy ; nor his offences en- 
 fore’d, for whiclrhe fuffered death. 
 
 Enter Mark Antony, with (afars body. 
 
 Heere comes his Body, mourn’d by A4arke eAntony, who 
 though he had no hand in his death, fhall receive the be- 
 nefit of his dying,a place in the Commonwealth,as which 
 of you fhallnot. With this Idepart, that as I flewe my 
 belt Lover for the good of Rome, I have the fame Dag- 
 ger for my felfe, when it fhall pleafe my Country to need 
 my death. 
 
 ell, Live Bratus, live, live. 
 1, Bring him with Triumph home usto his koufe, 
 
 2, Give hima Statue with his Anceftorse 
 3. Lethim be Cefar. 
 4, Cafars better parts, 
 
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 | So letit be with Cefar. The Noble Brutus, 
 
 | Ifit were fo, it was a greevous Fault, 
 
 | Yet Brutsws tayes, he was Ambitious ; 
 
 Shall be Crown’d in Brestig. 
 I. Wee'Lbring him to his Houfe, 
 With Showts and Clamors. 
 Bra. My Country-men. 
 2+ Peace, filence, Brutus {peakes: 
 1. Peace ho. 
 Bra. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone; 
 And (for my fake) {tay heere with Antony: 
 Do grace to Cafars Corpes, and grace his Speech 
 Tending to Ce/ars Glories, which AZarkeeAatony 
 (By our permiffion) is allow’d to makes 
 I do intreat you, nota man depart. 
 Save I alone, till Antony have tpoke. 
 I Stay ho,and letus heare MarkeAutony, 
 3 Let him go up into the publike Chaire, 
 Wee'l heare him : Noble Antony go up. 
 Ant. For Bratus {ake,I am beholding to you, 
 4 What does he fay of Brutus? 
 3 He fayes for Bratus fake 
 He findes himfelfe beholding to us all. 
 4 ‘Twere beft fpeake no harme of Brutus heere ? 
 1 This Cefar was a Tyrants 
 3 Nay thats certaine : 
 Weare glad that Rome is rid of him. 
 2 Peace, let us heare what Antony can fay. 
 efnt, you gentle Romans. 
 All, Peace hoe, let us heare him. 
 An, Friends,Romans,Coantrymen, lend me your earss 
 I come to bury Ca/ar, not to praife him: 
 The evillthat men do, lives after them, 
 The good 1s oft enterred with their bones, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Hath told you Ce/ar was Ambitious: 
 
 And greevoufly hath Ca/ar anfwer'd it 
 
 Heere under leave of Betws, and the reft, 
 
 (For Brutus isan Honourable man, 
 
 Soarethey all, allHonourable men ) 
 
 Come I to{peake in (4/ars Punerall. 
 
 He was my Friend, faithfull, and jufito me; 
 
 But Bratu fayes, he was Ambitious, 
 
 And Brutus isan Honourable man. 
 
 He hath brought many Captives home to Rome, 
 Whofe Ranfomes, did the generall Coffers fill : 
 Did this in Cefar feeme Ambitious ? 
 
 When that the poore have cry‘de, Ce/ar hath wept : 
 Ambition fhould be made of {terner ftuffe, 
 
 And Brats is an Honourable man. 
 You all did fee, that on the Lupercad, 
 Ithrice prefented hima Kingly Crowne, 
 Which he did thrice refufe. Was this Ambition ? 
 Yet Brutus{ayes, he was Ambitious : 
 And furé he is an Honourable man. 
 I {peake not to difprove what Brugus fpoke, 
 But heeré I am, to fpeake what Ido know ; 
 You all did love bim once, not without cante, 
 What caufe with-holds you then , tamourne for him ? 
 O Iudgement } thou art fled to brutifh Beatts, 
 And Men have loft their Reafon, Beare withme, 
 My heart is in the Coffin there with (far. 
 And I muft pawfe till it come backe to me. 
 1 Methinkes there is much reafon in his fayings. ” 
 If thou confider rightly ofthe matter, 
 Cefar ha’s had great wrong. (his place. 
 3 Ha’she Mafters? Ifeare there willa worfecome in 
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 | 4Mark’d ye his words? he would not take § Crowne, 
 Therefore tis certaine,he was not Ambitious. 
 1 Ifit be found fo,fome will decreabideit. 
 2 Poore foule,his eyes are redas fire with weeping, 
 3 There’s not a Nobler man in Romethen Antony. 
 4 Now marke him,he begins againe to {peake- 
 Ant, But yefterday;the word of Ce/ar might 
 Have ftood againft the World:Now lies he there, 
 And none {0 poore to do him reuerence. 
 O Maifters | If I were difpos'd to ftirre 
 | Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage, 
 I fhould doe Brutus wrong-and Cafixs wrong: 
 who(you all know )are Honourable mene 
 I will not. dothem wrong: rather choofe 
 To wrong the dead,to wrong my felfe and you, 
 Then I will wrong fuch Honourable men. 
 But heere’sa Parchment,with the Seale of Cefar, 
 I found ir in bis Cloffet,tis his Will: 
 Let but the Commons heare this Teftament: 
 (Which pardon me) Ido not meancto reade, 
 And they would goand kiffe dead («/ars wounds, 
 And dip their Napkifis in his Sacred Blood; 
 Yea,begge a haire of him for Memory, 
 And dying, mentionit within their Wiiles, 
 Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy 
 Vnto their iffue. : 
 4 Wee'l heare the Will,reade it AZarke Antony.” 
 All. The Will,the Will;we will heare Cefars Will. | 
 Ant. Have patience gentle Friends, I muftnot read it. 
 Itis not meet you Know how Cafar lov’d you: 
 You are not Wood, you are not Stones,but men: 
 And being men, hearing the Will of (/ar, 
 It willinflame you,it will make you mad; 
 Tis good you know not that you ate his Heires,, * 
 | For if you fhould,O what would come of it? 
 | 4Read the Will,wee’l heare it Astony: 
 | You fhall reade us the will, Ce/ars Will. 
 Ant. Will you be Patient? Will you ftay a while? 
 I have o’se fhot my felfe to tell you of it, 
 I feare I wrong the Honourable men, 
 W hofe Daggers have ftabb’d Ce/ar:1 do feare it. 
 4 They were Trairors:Honourab'e men? 
 All. The Will,the Teflament. 
 2 They were Villaines, Murdcrers:the Will,reade the 
 Will. 
 Ant. Y¥ ou will compell me then to read the Will; 
 Then makea Ring about the Corpesof Czar, 
 And let me fhew you him that made the Will: 
 Shall I defcend? And will you give me leave? 
 All. Come downee 
 2 Defcend. 
 3 You fhall have leave. 
 4 ARing,ftand round. 
 1 Stand from the Hearfe,{tand from the Body. 
 ‘ 2 Roome for Antony,moft Noble Antony. 
 e4nt. Nay preffe not fo upon me,ftand farre off. 
 ell. Stand backe:roome,beare backe, 
 Ant. If you have teares,prepare to fhed them now. 
 You ail do know this Mantle, 1 remember 
 The firft time ever (4/ar put it on, 
 Twas on a Summers Evening in his Tent, 
 That day he overcame the Nerwj. 
 Looke,in this place ran (affine Dagger through: 
 See whatarentthe envious C aska made: 
 Through this,the welbeloved Brutus ftabb'd, 
 Andas hepluck’d his curfed Steele away: 
 
 Marke how the blood of Cefar followedit, 
 As rufhing out of doores,to be refolv'd 
 If Bratus{o unkindely knock’d,or no: 
 For Brutus,as you know,was Ca/ars Angel. 
 Iudge,O you Gods, how deerely Cefar loy’d him: 
 This was the moft unkindeft cut ofall. 
 For, when the Noble Cefar faw him ftab, 
 Ingratitude,more ftrong then Traitors armes, 
 Quite vanquifh’d him;then burft his Mighty heart, 
 And in his Mantle,muffling up his face, 
 Even at the Bale of Pompeyes Statue 
 | (Which allthe while ran blood)great Cefar fell. 
 O what a fall was there,my Countrymen? 
 Then I,andyou,and all of as fell downe, 
 Whil’ft bloody Treafon flourifh’d over us. 
 O now you weepe, and 1 perceive you feele 
 The dint of pitty: Thefe aregracious droppes- 
 Kinde Soules, what weepe you,when yon but behold 
 Our Cafars V efture wounded?Look you heere, 
 Heere is Himfelfe,marr’d'as you {ee with Traitors. 
 I O pitteousfpectacle! 
 2 O Noble (¢/ar! 
 3 Owofull day! 
 4 O Traitors, Villaines! 
 I O moft bloody fight! 
 2 We willbereveng’d:Revenge 
 About,feeke,burne, fire, kill, Gay. 
 Let nota Traitor live. 
 e-int. Stay Country-men. 
 1 Peace there,heare the Noble e4ntony, ‘ 
 2 Wee'lhearehim, wee'l follow him, weeldy with 
 hia. (you up 
 Ant. Good Friends,{weet Friends, let me not ftirte 
 To fuch a fodaine Flood of Mutiny: 
 | They that have done this Deede,are honourable, 
 | What private greefes they have,alas I know not, 
 That made them do it:They are Wife,and Honourable, 
 ‘ And willno doubt with Reafons anfwer you. 
 | I come not(Friends)to ftealeaway your hearts; 
 | Tam no Orator,as Bratwsis; 
 | But (as you know meall)a plaine blunt man 
 | That love my Friend,and that they know full well, 
 
 That give me publicke leave to {peake of him: 
 
 For Ihave neither wit nor words,nor worth, 
 
 A@ion,nor Vtterance,nor the power of Speech, 
 
 To ftirre mens Blood. I onely {peake right op: 
 
 I tell you that,which you your felves do know, 
 
 | ‘Shew you {weet (%/ars wounds,poor poor dum mouths 
 
 And bid them fpeake for me:But were I Brutus, 
 
 And Bratas Antony,there were an Antony 
 
 Would ruffle up your Spirits,and put a Tongue 
 
 In every Wound of Ca/ar,that fhould move 
 
 The ftones of Rome,to rife and Mutiny. 
 
 All, Wee'l Mutiny. 
 
 “I Wee'l burne the houfe of Brutws. 
 
 3 Away then,come feeke the Confpirators. 
 
 etm. Yet heare me Countrymen,yet heare me {peake 
 e4il. Peace hoe,heare Antony,molt Noble Antony. 
 Ant, Why Friends,you goto do you know not what 
 
 Wherein hath (e/arthus deferv’d your loves? 
 
 Alas you know not,l muft tell you then: 
 
 You have forgot the Will I told you of- i 
 All. Mok true,the Will, let’s flay and bease the Wis 
 Aut.Heereis the Will,and under (4/ars Seale? 
 
 Toevery Roman Citizen he gives, 
 
 To every feverall man, feventy five Drachmacs 
 
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 2 Pile. Moft Noble Cefar,wee'l revenge his death. 
 3 Pie.O Royall (¢/ar. 
 Ant. Heare me with patience. 
 All. Peace hoe 
 Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his Walkes, 
 His private Arbors,andnew-planted Orchards, 
 Onthis fide Tyber;he hath leftthem you,! 
 And to your heyres for euer:common pleafures 
 To walke abroad,and recreate your felves: 
 Heere was a¢«/ar:when comes {uch another? 
 1 Pe. Never neverscome,away away: 
 Wee'lburne his body in the holy place, 
 And with the Brands fire all the Traitors honfes. 
 Take up the body. 
 2 Pie. Go fetch fire. 
 3 Pie. Plucke downe Benches. 
 4 Ple.Plucke downe Formes, Windowes,any thing. 
 Exesnt Plebsians, 
 Ant, Now let it worke:Mifcheefe thou art a-foot, 
 Take thou what courfe thou wile. 
 How now Fellow? 
 Enter Servant. 
 Ser. Sir, Favsus is already come to Rome. 
 ent. Where is hee? 
 Ser, He and Lepidus are at Ce/ars houfe. 
 Ant. And thither will! flraight,to vifit hina: 
 He comes vpon a wifh.Fortune is merry, 
 And in this mood will give us any thing. 
 Ser. 1 heatd him fay, Bratas and Caffsus 
 Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Ronie. 
 Ant. Belike they had fome notice of the people 
 How Ihad moved them. Bring me to Offaaus. Exennt, 
 
 Enter Cinna the Poet,asa after bins the Plebeians. 
 
 Cin. 1 dreamt to night,that I did feat with Cefar, 
 And things unluckily charge my Fantafie: 
 
 I have no willto wander ferth of doorcs, 
 Yet fomething leads me forth. 
 
 1 What is your name? 
 
 2 Whether are you going? 
 
 3 Where do you dwell? 
 
 4 Are youa married man,or a Batchellor? 
 
 2 Anfwerevery man directly. 
 
 1 I,and breefely. 
 
 4 Land wifely. 
 
 3 I, and truly,you were belt. 
 
 (in. What is my name? W hetheram I going ? Where 
 do Idwell2Am ] a married man, or a Batchcllour ? Then 
 to anfwer every man , directly and breefely , wifely and 
 truly:wifely I fay, lam aBatchellor: 
 
 2 That’sas muchastofay , they are fooles that mar- 
 ry = you'l beare mea bang for that I feare : proceede di- 
 rectly. 
 
 Cn Direétly Lam going to (</ars Funeral. 
 
 1 Asa Friend,or an Enemy? 
 
 Cix. Asa friend. ‘ 
 
 2 That matter isanfwered direCly. 
 
 4 For your iwellingsbreefely- 
 
 (jin. Brecfely,! dwell bythe Capitoll. 
 
 3 Yourname fir,truly, 
 
 Cin, Truly,my nawe 1s Csma4. 3 
 
 1 Teare him to peeces,hee’sa Confpirator. 
 
 Cin, Lam (inna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet: 
 
 4 Teare him for hisbad verfes,teare him for his bad 
 
 Verfes: 
 
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 Con. Tam not (iana the Confpirator. 
 
 4. It is no matter, his natme’s Cirma,pluck but hisname 
 out of his heart,and rurne him going. 
 
 3 Teare him ,teare him;Come Brands hoe,Firebrands: 
 
 | to Bristus,to Cafsins,burne all.Some to Decins Houfesand 
 
 fometo (xska’s;fome to Ligarius: Away,£0. . 
 Excunt all the Plebesans. 
 
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 Adtus Quartus. 
 Enter Antony OB avins,and Lepidus. 
 
 Axt.Thefe many then hall die,their names are prikt 
 
 O@. Your Brother teo muft dyezconfent you Lepidus? 
 
 Lep. 1 do content. 
 
 O&. Pricke him downe e4ntony. 
 
 Lep. Vpon condition Pabsins fhall not live, 
 
 Who is your Sifters fonne, AZarkee Antony. 
 Aut. He hall not live;slooke, with a {pot I dam him: 
 But Lepidwt,g0 you to Cefars houfe: 
 Fetch he Will hither,and we fhall determine 
 How to cut off {ome charge in Legacies. 
 
 Lep. W hat? fhall I finde you heere? 
 
 O&, Or heere,orat the Capitoll. 
 
 ent.This isa flight unmeritable man, 
 Meet to be fent on Errands:is it fit 
 The three-fold World divided,he fhoald ftand 
 One of the three to fhare it? 
 
 O#. So you thought him, 
 
 Andtooke his voyce who fhould bepricktto die 
 In our blacke Sentence'and Profcription. 
 
 Ant, OGavins,\ have feene more dayes then you; 
 And though welay thefe Honours on this man, 
 To eafe ourfelves of divers fland’rous loads, 
 He thal] but beare them,asthe Affe beares Gold, 
 To groane and {weat under the Bufineffe, 
 Either led or driven,as we print the way: 
 And having brought our Treafure,where we will, 
 Then take we downe his Load,and turne him off 
 (Like to the empty Affe)to fhake his cares, 
 And graze in Commons: 
 
 O@. You may do your will: 
 Buthee’s a tried,and valiant Souldier. 
 
 Ant. Sois my Horfe Ofaviws,and for thar 
 
 I doappointhim ftore of Provender. 
 
 It isa Creature that I teach to fight, 
 
 To winde,to ftop,torun diredtly on: 
 
 His corporall Motion,govern’d by my Spirit, 
 
 And in fome tafte,is Lepidus but fo: 
 
 He muft be taught, and train’d,and bid go forth: 
 
 A barren fpirited F ellow;one that feeds 
 
 On Objects, Arts,and Imitations. 
 
 Which out of vfe,and ftal’de by other men 
 
 Begin his fafhion-Donottalke of him, 
 
 But as a property :and now Offavins, 
 
 Liften great things. Brutus and (“aftems 
 
 Are levying Powers; We mutt ftraight make head; 
 Therefore let our Alliance be combin’d, 
 
 Exit Lepidus. 
 
 Our beft Friends made and our beit meanes ftretchtout, 
 And let us prefently go fit in Councell, 
 How covert matters may be beft difclos’d, 
 And:open Perils fureft anfwered. 
 OG. Let us do fo:for weare atthe ftake, 
 And 
 
«Lhe Tragedi¢ of Fulins C far. 
 
 And bayed about with many Enemies, 
 And fome that {mile have in their hearts I feare 
 Millions of Mifcheefes. 
 
 | Exeunte 
 | Drum. Fater Brutus,Lucilins,andthe Army. 
 Pm and Pindarus meete thens. 
 Bru, Stand ho, 
 Luc. Give the word ho,and Stand. 
 Bru. What now Lweilins, is Cafsins neere? 
 Lue. He is at hand,and Pindarss iscome 
 Todo you falutation from his Matter. 
 Bru. He greets me well. Your Mafter Pindarns 
 In his owne change,or by ilt Oilicers, 
 | Hath given me fome worthy caufe to with 
 | Things done,undofe:But if he be at hand, 
 I fhall be fatisfied. 
 Pin. Ldo not doubt 
 But that my Noble Mater will appeare 
 Such as he is, full of regard,and Honour. 
 Bru. He is not doubred.A word Lucitins 
 How he receiv’d you:let me berefolv’d. 
 Lwe. With couttefie,and with refpect enough, 
 But not with fuch familiar inftances, 
 Nor with fuch free and’ friendly Conference 
 Ashe hathus‘d of old. 
 Bru. Thou haft deferib’d 
 A hot Friend, cooling:Ever note Lacilius, 
 When Love begins to ficken and decay 
 It ufeth an enforezd Ceremony. 
 There are no trickes,in plaine and fimple Faith: 
 But hollow men, like Horfes hot at hand, 
 Make gallant fhew;and promife of their Mettle: 
 Low March withire 
 But when they fhouldendure the bloody Spurre, 
 They fall cheir Creft,and like deceifull lades 
 Sinke in the Triall.Comes his Army on? 
 Lac. They meane this night in Sardisto be quarter'd: 
 The greater part,the Horfe in generail 
 Are come with Cafsims. 
 Enter Cafsins and his Powers. 
 Bre. Hearke,he is arriv’d: 
 Martch gently on to meete him, 
 Caf. Stand ho. 
 Bru. Stand ho,fpeake the word along. 
 Stand. 
 Stand. 
 Stand. 
 Caf. Moft Noble Brother;you have done me wroug, 
 Bru. ludge me you Gods;wrong I mine Enemies? 
 And ifnot fo,how fhould I wrong a Brother. 
 Caf. Brutus,this {ober forme of yours, hides wrongs, 
 And when you do then ————- 
 Bru. Cafsins,be content, 
 Speake your greefes foftly,[do know you well. 
 Beforethe eyes of both our Armies heere 
 (Which fhould perceive nothing but Love from us) 
 Let us not wrangle. Bidthem moveaway: 
 Then in my Tent (4/sévs enlarge your Greefes 
 And I will give you Audience. 
 Calis. Pindarus, : 
 Bid our Commanders leade their Charges of 
 A little from this ground. 
 Brn. Lucilias,do youthe like,and let noman 
 Come to our Tent,till we have dooe our Conference. 
 Let Lucius and Titinius guard our doore. Exeunt, 
 ; Manent Brususand Ca/iius. 
 
 Titinsas 
 
 | Then fucha Roman. 
 
 | Bra. Away flight man. 
 
 | I faide,an Elder Souidies,not a Better. 
 
 Go thew your Slaves how Cholericke you are, 
 
 | Maft I obferve you?Mutt 1 fiand and crouch 
 
 (af. That you have. wrong’d:me,doth appear inthis: 
 You have condemn’d,and noted Lacius Pella.) 
 For taking Bribes heere.of the Sardians; 
 
 Wherein my Letter, praying on his fide, 
 
 Becaufe I knew the mnan,was flighted off. 
 Brw. You wrong’d your felfe td write in fucha cafe. 
 Ca/-In fuch atime as this,it isnot meet 
 
 That every nice offence fhould beare his Comment. 
 Bru. Let me tell you Ca/sins,you your felfe. 
 
 Are much condemn’d to have an itching Palme, 
 
 To fell,and Mart your Ontices for Gold 
 
 To Vndefervers. 
 
 Caf.I,an itching Palme? 
 
 You know that you are Brutus that {peakes this, 
 
 Or by the Gods, this {peech were elfe your laft. 
 
 ‘Bra. The name of Ca/s:ns Honors this corruption, - 
 And Chafticement doth therefore hide his head. 
 
 Ca(.Chafticement? 
 
 Bru.Remember March,the Ides of Match feémember: 
 Did not great Ju/s bleede for Tuitice fake? 
 What Villaine tonch’d his body,thatdid ftab,, 
 And not for Iuftice? W hat, Shalbone of Vs, 
 
 That ftrucke thé'Formoft manofall this World; 
 But for {upporting Robbers: fhallwe now, 
 Contaminate our fingers, with bafe Bribes? 
 
 And fell the mighty Space of onr large Honors 
 For fo much trafhsas may be grafped thus? 
 
 I had rather be a Dogge, and baite the Moone; 
 
 Caf; Bratws, baite not me, 
 Ile not indure itiyou forget your felfe 
 To hedge mein,bam a Souldier, 1, 
 Older in practice, Abjer then your felfe 
 To make Conditions. 
 Bru. Go to : yonare not Ca/sins. 
 (af Tam. 
 Bru | {ay,you are not. 
 Caf: Vrge menomore,I fhall forget my felfer 
 Have minde upon your health: Tempt me no farther. 
 
 Caf-1s’t poflible? 
 
 Bru. Heare me, for I wi'l {peakes ’ 
 Muft 1 give way,and roome to your rath Choler ¢ 
 Shall I be frighted,whena Madman ftares? 
 
 Ca/.O ye Gods,ye Gods, Mutt I endureallthis? 
 
 Brw, All this? more, Fret till your proud heart break, 
 
 And make your Bondmen tremble. Mutt I boudge? 
 
 Vnder your. Teftie Humour?By the Gods, 
 You fhall digeft the Venom of your Spleene 
 Thought it do Split you. For from this day forth, 
 Ile vie you for my Mirth,yea for my Laughter 
 When you are Wafpith. 
 
 Caf. is it come tothis? ; i 
 
 Bra. You fay,youare a better Souldiers 
 Let it appeare fo;make your vaunting trae, 
 And it {hall pleafe me well. For mine owne part,’ 
 I fhall be glad to learne of Noble men. 
 
 Caf. You wrong meevery way: 
 
 You wrong me Bratus: 
 
 Did I fay Better? 
 Bru. lf you did,Tcare not. esi one 
 Caf. When (4/ar liv’d, he durftnotthus have mov © 
 Bru.Peace,peace , you durft not fo have ccmpied hi 
 
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 Caffi. I dur got. 
 
 Bru. No. 
 
 Caf: What? durft nottempt him? 
 
 Bre. For your life you durit not. 
 
 Caf. Dee not prefume too mnch upon my Love, 
 
 I may doe that I fhall be forry for. 
 
 Bru. You have done that you fhould be forry for. 
 
 There is noterror Ca/fims in your threats. 
 
 For Iamarm’d foftronginHonefty, 
 
 That they paffe by me, as the idle winde, 
 
 Which I refpeat not. I didfend to you 
 
 For certaine fummes of Gold,which you deny’de me, 
 
 For I can raife no money by vile meanes < 
 
 By heaven, I had rather Coyne my heart, 
 
 And drop my blood for Drachmaes,, then to wring 
 
 From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trafh 
 
 By any indirection. I did fend 
 
 To you for Gold to pay my Legions, 
 
 Which you deny’d me : was that done like Cafins ? 
 
 Should I have anfwer’d Caius ( affine {0 ? 
 
 When «Wares Brutus growest{o Covetous, 
 
 To locke fuch Rafcall Counters from his friends, 
 
 Beready gods with all your Thunder-bolts, 
 
 Dath him to peeces. 
 
 Caffi.. I deny de you not. 
 Bre, You did. 
 Caffii. I did not. He was but a Foole 
 
 That brought my anfwer back. Brstw hath ri dmy hart 
 
 A friend fhould beare his friends infirmityes , 
 
 But Bratus makes mine greater then they are- 
 
 Bru. Udoe not, till you practice them on mee 
 
 Cafi.. Yuu love me not. 
 
 Bru. 1 doe not like your faults. 
 
 (Caffi. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults 
 Brut. A fatterers would not, though they doappeare 
 
 As hugeas high Olympus- 
 
 Caffi. Come Antony, and yong Odlavins come, 
 
 Revenge your {elves alone on Caffixs, 
 
 For (affivs is a-weary of the World : 
 
 Hated by one he loves, brau’d by hisbrother, 
 
 Check’d like a bondman, all his faults obferv’d,., 
 
 Set in a Note-booke, learn’d,and con’d by roate 
 
 To caft intomy Teeth. O1 could weepe 
 
 My Spirit from mine eyes: There is my Daggers 
 
 And heere my naked Breaft: Within.a heart 
 
 Deerer then ‘P/ste’s Mine: Richer then gold : 
 
 Ifthat thou beeft a Roman, take it forth. 
 
 I that deny’d thee gold, will give my heart : 
 
 Strike as thou diditat (0/ar: for I know, ; 
 
 When thou didft hate him worft,thou lovedft him better 
 
 Then ever thou lovedft (a/fim- 
 Bra. Sheath your Dagger 
 
 Be angry when you will, it thall have fcope: 
 
 Doe what you will, difhonor, fhall be humour 
 
 O Caffins, you are yoaked witha Lambe 
 
 That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire, 
 
 Who much inforced, fhewes’a hatty {parke, 
 
 And ftcaite is cold agen. 
 
 Caffi. Hath Caffins liv’d 
 
 To be but Mirth and Laughter tohis Brutus, 
 
 When griefe and blood ull remper’d, vexeth him? 
 Bru. When I {poke that, I wasill temper’dtoo- 
 Caffi. Doe you confefte fo much?Give me your hand, 
 Bre. And my heart too. 
 
 Caffi. O Brutus! 
 Bre. Whats the matter ¢ 
 
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 Caffi . Have not you love enough to beare with me, 
 When that rath humour which my Mother gave ite 
 
 | Makes me forgetfulls? 
 
 Bru. Yes (affine, and from henceforth 
 When you are over-earneft with your Brutus, 
 Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leave you fo. 
 
 Entera Poet. 
 
 Poet. Let me goc into fee the Generals, 
 
 There is fome grudge betweene em, tisnotmecte 
 They bealone. 
 
 Luci. You fhalinotcome to them. 
 
 Peet. Nothing but death fhall ftay me. 
 
 Caf. How now ? Whats the matter ? 
 
 ‘Poet. For fhame you Generals? what doe you meane? 
 Love, and be friends, as two {uch men fhould be, 
 
 For I have feene more yeeres Ime fure then yee. 
 
 Casfi. Ha, ha, how vildely doththis Cynicke rime : 
 
 Bra. Get you hence firrah : Sawcy fellow, hence. 
 
 Caf. Beare with him Brutus, tis his fafhion, 
 
 Brn. Ve know his humour,when he knowes his time: 
 What fhould the Warres do¢ with thefe ligging fooles? 
 Companion, hence. 
 
 (af. Away, away be gone. Exit Poet. 
 
 Bru, Lucillius and Titinivs bid the Commanders 
 Prepare to lodge their Companies tonight. 
 
 Cuf.And come your felves,& bring Meffala with you 
 Immediately to us. 
 
 Bru. Lucius, abowle of Wines 
 
 Casfi. I did not thinke you could have bin fo angry, 
 
 Bru. O Caffins, 1 am ficke of many griefes. 
 
 Caffi. Of your Philofophy you make no ufe, 
 
 If you give place to accidentail evills. 
 ‘Bru, Noman bearesforrow betters Portia is dead. 
 Casfi. Wa? Portia? 
 Bru. Sheis dead. 
 Casi. How f{cap'd I killing, when I croft you fo? 
 O infupportable, and touching lofic ! 
 Vpon what ficknefle ? 
 
 Bru. {mpatientof my abfence. | 
 And griete, that yong Ottavine with Marke e Antony, 
 Have made themfelves fo ftrong : For with’her death 
 That tydings came. With this fhe fell diftract, 
 And (her Attendantsabfent) {wallow’d fire. 
 
 Cafi. Anddy'd fo? 
 
 Bru. Even {o- 
 
 Caf. O yeimmortall gods! 
 
 Enter Boy with Wine, and Tapers. 
 Bru.Speakeno more of her : Give mea bowle of wine 
 In this I bury all unkindnefle Caffivs. Drinkes. 
 Caffi. My heart is thirfty for that Noble pledge, 
 Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore- {well the Cup : 
 I cannot drinke too muchof Brutus love. 
 
 Enter Titiniss, and Meffala, 
 
 Brut. Come in Titsnins: 
 Welcome good Meffala = 
 Now {it we clofe about this Taper heere, 
 And callin queftion.our neceffities. 
 
 Caffi. Portia,art thou.gone? 
 
 Bru.’ Nomore bpray yous 
 (Meffala, I have here received Letters, 
 That yong Odavins, and Adarke Antony 
 Come downe upen us with a mighty power, 
 Bending their Expedition toward Phslpps. : 
 nn ' Meff. 
 
CMeff.My felfe have Letters of the felfe-fame.Tennre. 
 Bra. With what Addition. ce 
 Me, That by profcription, and billes of Outlaty, 
 
 | Ottavus, Antony and Lepidus, 
 
 Have put to-death, an hundred Senators. 
 
 Bra. Therein our Letters doe nor wellagree : 
 | Mine fpeake of {eventy Senators, that dy’de 
 By their profcriptions, Cicero being one. 
 Caffi. Cibero one 2 cial 
 Mef[a.(ssero is dead, and by that order of profcription 
 Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord? 
 Bru. No Mefsala, : 
 Meffa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her 2 
 Bra. Nothing Meffala. 
 Meffa. That me thinkes is {trange. 
 Bru. Why aske you ? 
 Heare you ought ef her, in yours ? 
 Meffa. Notmy Lord. 
 Bru. Now asyouare a Romantell me true. 
 Meff, Then likea Roman, bearethe truth I tell, 
 
 For certaine fhe is dead, and by {trange manner. 
 
 Bru. ¥dhy farewell Portia: We mult dye Ade (falas 
 
 With meditating that fhe muft dye once, 
 
 I have the patience to endure it now. 
 
 Meffa, Even fo great men, great loffes fhould indure, 
 Caffi. \ haveas much of this in Art as you. 
 
 But yet my Nature could not beare it fo. 
 
 Bru, Well,to our worke alive. Whatdoe you thinke 
 
 Of marching to Phi/sppi prefently. 
 
 Gaffi, 1do¢ notthinke it good. 
 Bru. Your teafon? 
 Caf. Thisit is: : 
 
 Tis better that the Enemy feeke us, 
 
 So fhall he wafte bis meanes, weary his Souldiers, 
 Doing himfelfe offence, whilft we lying ftill, 
 Are fall of reft, defence, and nimblenefle. 
 Bra. Good reafons mutt of force give place to.better: 
 The peopletwixt Phsippi, and this ground 
 Doe ftand but in a forc’d affection : 
 For they have grug’dus Contributions 
 | The Bnemy, marching along by them, 
 By then fhall make a fuller namber up, 
 Come on refrefht, new added, and encourag'd ; 
 From which advantage fhall we cut him off. 
 If at Paittppi we doe face him there, 
 Thefe people at our backe, 
 
 Cafi. Heare me good brother. 
 
 Bre. Vnder your pardon. You mult note befide, 
 That we have tridethe utmoft of our friends 
 Oar Legions are brim full, our caufe is ripe, 
 
 The Enemy encreafeth every day, 
 We at the height, are ready to decline. 
 There isa Tide in theaffayres of men, 
 Which taken atthe Flood, leades onto Fortune : 
 Omitted, all the voyage oftheir life, 
 Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miferies. 
 | On fucha full Sea are we now a-float, 
 And we muft take the current when it ferves, 
 Or loofe our Ventures, 
 
 Caf, Then with your wi'l goe on: we'll along 
 Our felyessand meet them at Philippi. 
 
 Bru, The deepe of night is crept upon our talke, 
 And Nature mutt obey Neceffity, 
 
 | Which we will niggard witha little reft: 
 
 There is no moreto fay. 
 Caffi. No more, good night, 
 
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 Enter Lucius. 
 
 Bra, Lucius my Gowne : farewell good Meffala, 
 Good night Titintus: Noble, Noble (affine, . 
 Good night, and good repofe. 
 
 Caffi, Omy deere brother 
 This was an ill beginning of the night: 
 
 Never come fuch divifion tweene our foules 
 Let it not Sratas. 
 Enter Lucsis with the Gowne. 
 Zra. Every thing is well. 
 Caf. Good night my Lord. 
 Bru. Good night good brother. 
 Tit. Meffa, Good night Lord Brutis. 
 Bra. ¥Yarewell every one. Extunt, 
 Give me the Gowne. Where is thy inftrnment? 
 Luc. Heere in the Tent. 
 Bra, What thou {peak ft drowfily ? 
 Poore knave I blame thee art. thou art or¢-watch'd. 
 Call (¢andso, and fome other of my men, 
 Ile have them fleepe on Cufhions in my Tent. 
 Luce Varrus,and (laudio. 
 Enter Varrws and Claudio. 
 Var. Calls my Lord? 
 Bru. 1 pray you firs, lye in my Tent and fleepe, 
 Tt may be | fhall raife you by and by 
 On bufineffeto my brother Cuffiies 
 Vas. So pleafe you, we wiil {tand, 
 And watch your pleafure. 
 Bre, I will not have it fo: Lye downe goed firs, 
 It may be I fhall otherwife bethinke me. 
 Looke Lucius, heeres the booke I fought for fo : 
 I putit in the pocket of my Gowne. 
 Luc. 1 wasture your Lordfhip did not give it me. 
 Bru. Beare with me good Boy, 1am much forg 
 Canft thou hold up thy inflrument a ftraine er tw, 
 And touch thy heavy eyes a-while, 
 Lx6. 1 my Lord,an’t pleafe you. 
 Bru. It does my Boy ; 
 I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. 
 Luc. Icis my duty Sir. : 
 Bra. | fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might, 
 I know yong blonds looke for atime of refts 
 Luc. \ have flept my Lord already. ; 
 Bru. it was welldone, and thon halt fleepe againe + 
 I will not hold theelong. 1fI doe live, 
 I will be good to thee. 
 CMuficke, and a Song, 
 This is a fleepy Tune ; O Murdrousflambler | 
 Layeft thou thy Leaden Mace upon my Boy, 
 That playes thee Muficke ? Gentle knave good night + 
 I will not doe thee fo much wrong to wake thee : 
 If thou doit nod, thou break’ft thy inftrument, 
 Iletake ic from thee, and (good Boy ) good night. 
 Let me fee, let me fee? is not the Leafe turn’d downe 
 Where I left reading ? Heere it is I thinke. 
 Enter the Ghost of Cafar. 
 How illthis Taper burnes. Ha ! Who comes heere? 
 I thinke itis the weakeneffe of mine eyes 
 That fhapesthis monftrous Apparition. 
 Itcomés upon me: Artthouany thing? = 
 Artthou fome god, fome Angell, or fome Divell, 
 That mak’ft my blood cold, and my haire to flare? 
 Speaketo me, what thou art. 
 Ghost. Thy evill Spirit Brutuss 
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 Ghost. To telitheethou fhalt fee me at Philipps. 
 Brat. Well : then I fhall fee thee againe ? ., 
 
 Ghost. 1, at Philippi. 
 
 ‘Brn. Why I williee thee at Philippi then : 
 
 | Now Lhave taken heart, thou vanifheft. 
 
 Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thees 
 Boy, Lucius, Varrus, (landio, Sirs: awake : 
 Claudio, 
 Luci: The ftrings my Lord are falfe. 
 Bru. Hethinkes he ftill is at his inftrument. 
 Lucius, awake, 
 Luci. My Lord. 
 Brn. Didk thou dreame Lucius, thit thoufo cryedft 
 out ? 
 Luc. My Lord, I doe nat know that I did cry. 
 * Bra. Yes that thou didft ; Didft thou fee any thing ? 
 Luc. Nothing my Lord, 
 Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius : Sirra ( landio, fellow, 
 Thou : Awake. 
 Var. My Lord. 
 (las. My Lord. 
 _ Bra, Why did you focry out firs in your fleepe? 
 Both, Did we my Lord? 
 Bru. 1: {aw you any thing ? 
 Var. No my Lord, I {aw nothing. 
 Claw. Nor I my Lord. 
 Bru. Goe, and commend meto my brother (a/fius : 
 Bid him fet on his Powres betimes before; 
 And we will follow. 
 
 Both. It fhall be done my Lord. Exeunt, 
 
 eA ius Quintus. 
 
 Enter Oflavius, Antony, and their Army. 
 Offa: Now eAntony, our hopes are an{wered, 
 You {aid the Enemy would not come downey 
 But keepe the hilles and upper Regions : 
 It proves not fo ; their battailes are at hand, 
 They trieane to warne us at Phipps heres 
 An{wering before we doc demand of them. 
 eat, Tut Lam intheir bofomes, and I know ] 
 Wherefore they doe it : They could be content 
 To vifit other places, and come downe _ 
 With fearefull bravery : thinking by this face 
 To fatten in our thoughts that they have Courage + 
 But tis not fo. 
 Enter a Mefenger. 
 Mef. Prepare you Generals, 
 The Enemy comes on in gallant thew : 
 Their bloody figne of Battell is hung out, 
 And fomething to be done immediately. 
 eAnt. Oftavins,leade your Battaile foftly on 
 Vpon the left hand of the even field. 
 Ofa Vponthe right hand I, keepe thou the left. 
 Ant. Why doe you croffe me in this exigent. 
 Ofa. I doc not crofle you: but I will dog fo. Marwh. 
 
 Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius,ana their Army. 
 
 Bru. They ftand, and would have parley. 
 Caffi. Stand fait T stinsus, we muft out and talke. . 
 Ofia, Marke Antony, thall we give figne of Battaile ? 
 
 ~ Ant. No Cafar, we will antwer on their Charge. 
 
 Makc forth, the generalls would have fome words. 
 
 Oéfa.: Stirre not untill the Signall. 
 
 Bru. Words before blowes : isitfe Countrymen ? 
 
 Ofta. Not that we love words better, as you doe. 
 
 Bra.Good words are better then bad ftrokes Ofaviui 
 
 Ant.\nyour bad {trokes Bratws you give good words 
 Witnefie the hole you made in Cafars heart, 
 
 Crying long live, haile (far. 
 
 Cafi. Antony, 
 
 he pofture of your blowes are yetunknowne ; 
 But for your words. they rob the Hib/a bees, 
 And leave them Hony-leffe. 
 
 ent. Not {tinglefle too. 
 
 Bra. Ovyes, and foundleffe too : 
 
 For you have ftolne their buzzing Axteny, 
 And very wifely threat before y ou fting. 
 
 Ant, Villaines: you did not fo, when your vile daggers 
 
 Hackt one another in the fides of Ca/ar : 
 
 You fhew'd your teethes like Apes, 
 
 And fawn’d like hounds, 
 
 And bow’dlike Bondmen, kiffing Ce/ars feete 
 Whilft damned (ka, like a Curre, behind 
 Strooke {%/ar on the necke. O you Slatterers- 
 
 Caffi, Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your felfe, 
 This tongue had not offended {0 to day, 
 
 If Caffius might have rold. 
 
 Oéla. Come, come, the caufe.Ifarguing make usfwet, 
 
 The proofe of ir will turne to redder drops : 
 Looke, I drawaSword againft Confpirators, 
 When thinke yon that the Sword goes up againe ¢ 
 Never till Ce/ars three andthirty wounds 
 
 Be wellaveng’d ; or till another Cefar 
 Have added flanghter to the Sword of Traytors. 
 
 Bru. (afar, thou canft not dye by Traycors hands, 
 Vnileffe thou bringft them with thee. 
 
 Otta. So I Hope: 
 
 I was not borne to dye on Bratm Sword.’ 
 
 Bru. O it thou wert the Nobleft of thy Straine, 
 Yong-man, thou couldft notdyemore honorable. 
 
 Caffi, A peevith Schoole-boy,worthiesoftuch honor 
 Ioyn'd witha Masker,and a Reveller. 
 
 Ant. Oid Casfins fill, 
 
 Offa. Come Antony : away : 
 
 Defiance Traitors ,hurle we in your teéth. 
 If you dare fight today, come tothe field ; 
 If not, when you have ftomackes, 
 Exit Obbavint, Antony, and Army, 
 Casfi. Why now blow winde, {well billow, 
 And {wimme Barke : 
 The Storme is up, and all is on the hazard. 
 Bra. Ho Lucillivs, hearke, aword with you. 
 Lucilisws, aud Meffala faud forth. 
 
 Lue. My Lords 
 
 Cas. Meffala. 
 
 Meffa. What fayes my generall ? * 
 
 Casi. Meffala, thisis my Birth-day : as this very day 
 Was Ca/ffius borne. Giveme thy hand Meffals : 
 Bethou my witneffe, that againft my will, 
 
 (As Pompey was) am I compell’d to fet 
 
 Vpon one Battell all oar Liberties. 
 
 You know. thet l held Epicwrus ftrong, 
 
 And his opinion: Now 1 change my minde, 
 
 And partly credit things that doe prefage. 
 
 Comming from Sardis, on our foriner Enfigne 
 
 Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch’d, 
 
 Gorging and feeding from our Souldiers hands, 
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 The Tragedy of Fulus (afar. 
 
 } Who to Philipps here conforted us : 
 | This Morning are they fled away, and gone, 
 | And intheir fteeds, doe Ravens, Crowes, and Kites 
 | Flye ore our heads, and downward looke onus 
 | As we were fickely prey ; their fhadowes feeme 
 | A Canopy moft fatall, under which 
 | Our Army lyes,ready to give up. the Ghoft. 
 | Meffa. Beleevenot fo. 
 Cafi. I but beleeve it partly, 
 For 1 am freth of fpirit, and refolv’d 
 To meet all peril, very conftantly. 
 Bru, Even fo Lucillius. 
 Caffi. Now molt Noble Brats, 
 The gods to day ftand friendly, that we may 
 Lovers inpeace, Ieade.on our dayestoages _ 
 But fince the affayres of men refts {till incertaine, 
 Lets reafon with the worft that may befall. 
 If we doe lofe this Battaile,then is this 
 The very laft rime we fhall {peake together : 
 Whatare youthen determined todo? 
 Bru. Evenby the rule of that Philofophy, 
 Be which J did blame (ate, for the death 
 Which he did give himfelfe, [know not how : 
 But I doe find it Cowardly, and vile, 
 For feare of what might fall, fo to prevent 
 The time of life, arming my felfe with patience, 
 To ftay the providence of tome high Powers, 
 That governe ns below. 
 Cafi. Then, if we loofe this Battaile, 
 You are contented to be led in Triumph 
 Thorow the ftreets of Romes 
 Bru. No-Caffias,no: 
 Thinke notthou Noble Romane, 
 That ever Bratus will goe bound to Rome, 
 | He bearestoogreata minde, But this fame day 
 | Mauft end that worke, that Ides of March begun. 
 | And whether we fhall mecte againe, I know not ; 
 | Therefore our everlafting, farewell take : 
 | For ever, aid for ever, farewell Caffius, 
 | If we doe meeteagaine, why we thall {mile : 
 If not, why then this parting was well made. 
 Caffi. For ever, and for ever, farewell Brats ; 
 If we doe meete againe, we'll {mile indeed ; 
 If not, tis true, this parting was well made. 
 Bru. Why then leade on, O that a man might know 
 The end of this dayes bufineffe, ere it come : 
 | Burit uiticeth, that the day will end, 
 And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away. Exewst. 
 Alarum. — Enter Brutus and Meffala. 
 Bru. Ride, ride Adeffala, rideand give thefe Billes 
 | Vnto the Legions, on the other fide. 
 Lowd Alarum. 
 | Let them fet on at once : for I perceive 
 | But cold demeanor in Offevs0's wing : 
 | And{fodaine puth gives them the overthrow: 
 Ride, ride CMeffala, let themall come downee.. Exeunt. 
 
 Alarums. Enter Caffins and Titinius.’ 
 Cajfi. O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye:: 
 \ My felfe have to mine owne turn’d Enemy 
 | This Enfigne heere of mine was turning backe,’ 
 I flew the Coward, and did take it from him. 
 Titin. O Caffins, Brutus gaye the word too early, 
 
 | My fight was ever thicke :regard T i#témims, 
 
 .| Yethefpurres on, Now they arealmoft on him: 
 
 oe ee, 
 
 Who having fome advantage on Ottavinw 
 Tooke it too eagerly : his Souldiers fell tofpoyle, 
 Whilft we by Antony are allinclos'd, 
 
 Enter Pindarus, 
 
 Pind. Flye further off my Lord : flye further off, 
 Marke «Antony is inyour Tents my Lord: 
 Flye therefore Noble Caffius, flye farre off. 
 
 Cai. This hillis farre enough. Looke, looke Titinin 
 Are thofe my Tents where I perceive the fire ? 
 
 Tit. They are, my Lord. 
 
 Caffi. Titinius, if thou loveft me, 
 Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurres in him, 
 Till he have bronght thee up to yonder Troopes 
 And here againe, that 1 may reft aflurd 
 Whether yond Troopes, are friend or Enemy. 
 
 Tit. I willbe heereagaine, even witha thought. Exit, 
 
 Caffi. Goe Pindsrus, get thither on that hill, 
 
 And tell me whatthou notft about the field. 
 This day I breathed firft, time is come round, 
 And where | did begin, there fhall lend, 
 My lite is run his compafie.° Sirra, what newes? 
 Pind. About, O my Lord. 
 Cafi. What newes? 
 | Find, Titimius is enclofed round about 
 | With horfemen, that maketo him onthe Spurre, 
 
 | Now Zitinsws, Now fome light : O he lights too, 
 | Hestane, Showt. 
 | And hearke, they fhout for joy. 
 | Caffi, Come downe, behald no more ; 
 | O Coward that Iam, tolive fo long, 
 To {ee my beft friend tane before my face 
 | Enter Pindarus. 
 | Come hither firrah ; In Parthia did Itake thee Prifoner, 
 , And then If{wore thee, faving of thy life, 
 | That whatfoever I did bid thee doe, 
 | Thou fhouldét attempt it.Come now, keepethine oath, 
 Now bea free-man, and with this good Sword ; 
 That ranthrough ¢¢/ars bowels, fearch this bofome. 
 Stand not to anfwer : Heere, take thouthe Hilts, , 
 And when my face is cover'd,as tis now; 
 Guide thou the Sword Ca/ar, thouart reveng'd, 
 Even with the Sword that kill’d thee. Kills bam. 
 Pin. So, 1 am free, 
 Yet would not fo have beene 
 Durft I havedone my will. O Cafiu, 
 Farre from this Country Pésdarws fhallrun, 
 Wy here never Roman fhall take note of him: 
 
 Enter Tusinius, and Meffala, 
 Afef[a. It is butchange, Titinaus : tor Oftavins 
 
 Is overthtowne by Noble Brutus power, 
 
 As (a/fime Legions are by Antony. . 
 Tita. Thefetydings will well comfort Caffims 
 Aeffa.. Where did you leave him. 
 
 Tim, All difconfolate, 
 
 With Pindarus bis Bondman, on this hill. 
 Meffa,Isnoz that he that lyes upon the ground? 
 Titi. Helyes not likethe Living. O my heart ! 
 Meffa. Ts notthathe ? 
 
 Tim. No, this was he Meffala, 
 
 But Ca/fius isno more. O fetting Sunne : 
 
 As inthy red 'Rayes thou doeft finke to night ; So 
 
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 So in his red blood Caffius day it fet. 
 The Sonne of Rome is fet. Our day is gone, 
 Clowds,Dewes,and Dangers come; our deeds are done: 
 Miftruft of my fucceffe hath done this deed. 
 CMeffa. Miftruft of good fucceffe hath done this deed. 
 O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe : 
 Why do’ft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men 
 The things that are not ?.O Error foone conce yud, 
 Thou never com’ft untoa happy byrth, 
 But kilft the Mother that engendred thee. 
 Tit. What Pindarvs? Where art thou ‘Pindarus ? 
 Meffa. Secke him Titi.ius, whilft I goe to mect 
 The Noble Bratxs ,thrufting this report 
 Into hiseares ; I may fay thrufting it : 
 For piercing Steele, aud Darts invenomed, 
 Shall be as welcome to the cares of Brutus, 
 As tydings of this fight. 
 Tit. Hye you Meffala, 
 And I will feeke for Pindarus the while : 
 Why did@ thon fend me forth brave (afi? 
 Did Inot meet thy friends, and did not they 
 Put on my browes this wreath of Victory, 
 And bid me giveit thee? Didit thou not heare theit 
 Alas, thon haft mifconftrued every thing. (fhowts? 
 But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow, 
 Thy Brutus bid megiue itthee,and I 
 Willdoc his bidding. Bratus, come apace, 
 And fee how I regarded Cains Ca/fime : 
 
 By your leave gods: Thisisa Romans part, 
 Come Cafins Sword, and find Tisimes hearts Dyess 
 eAlarum. Enter Brutia, Meffala yong Cato, 
 Strato, Volumnins, and Lucillius. 
 
 Bra, Where, where Meffala, doth his body lye? 
 
 Meffa. Loe yonder, and T itinivs mourning it. 
 
 Bru. Titinius face is upward. 
 
 Caw. Heis flaine. 
 
 Bra. O Iulius Cafar,thou art mighty yet,’ 
 Thy {pirit wa’kes abroad, and turnes our Swords 
 In our owne proper Entrailes. Low Alarums. 
 
 Cato. Brave Tsinins, 
 Looke where he have not crown’d dead Caffius. 
 
 Bre. Are yet two Romans living fuchas thefe ? 
 
 The laft of all the Romans, fare thee wells 
 It is itnpoffible, that ever Rome 
 Should breed thy fellow : friends lowe mo teares 
 To thisdead man, then you fhall fee me pay. 
 I fhail findtime, Cafivs : 1 (hall find time. 
 Cometherefore, and to Tharfss fend his body, 
 His funerals fhall not be in our Campe, 
 Leah ic difcomfortus. Lacillsms come, 
 Andccme yong Cate, let us tothe field, 
 Labioand Flavins {et our Battaileson > 
 Tisthreea clocke, and Romans yet ere night, 
 We hall try fortune inafecond fight- 
 
 Alarum, Enter Bratis, Melfala, Cato, Lucslins, 
 and Flavins. 
 
 Bre. Yet Country men: O yet, hold up your heads. 
 
 (ato. What Baftard doth not# who will goe with me? 
 I will proclaime my name about the Field. 
 lam the Sonne of Adarcus Cato, hoe. 
 A Foeto Tyrants, and my Countries friend. 
 I am the Sonne of (Marcus (ato, hoe. 
 
 Enter Sonidiers, and fight. 
 
 And Iam Bretas, Marcus Bratns, 1. 
 
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 The Tragedy of Fuhus C afar. 
 
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 Brutus my Countries friend: Know me for Brutus; 
 
 Le - O yongand Noble fara, art thou downe ? 
 Why now thou dyeft,as bravely as Tstinsus, 
 
 And may’ it be honour’d, being (ate's Sonne. 
 
 Sold. Yeeld, or thou dyeft. 
 _ Luc. Onely I yeeld to dyes + Oe 
 There is {0 much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight ; 
 
 Kill Brates, and be honor’din bisdeaths 
 
 Sold. We mutt not: a NoblePrifoner. 
 
 Enter Antony. 
 2 Sold. Roome hoe: tell Antony, Bratas istane, 
 t Sold. Tie tell thee newes. Beere comes the Generall 
 Bratus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord. 
 ent. Whereis hee 
 Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is fafe enough: 
 
 I dare affure thee, that no Enemy 
 
 Shail ever takealive the Noble Bratas: 
 The gods defend him from fo great a fhame, 
 When you doe finde him, or alive, or dead, 
 He will be found like Brutus, like himfelfe. 
 Ant. This is not Bratas friend, but Laffure yous 
 A prize noleffe in worth; keepe this man tafe, 
 Give him all kinduneffe._ 1 had rather have 
 Such men my friends, then Enemies. Goe on, 
 And fee where Brutus be alive or dead, 
 And bring us, unto. O Havias Tent, 
 How évery thing ischane‘d, Exennt. 
 Enter Brutus, Dardanins, Clitus, Strato, 
 and Volumnius. 
 ~ Bra. Come poore remaines of friends , reft on this 
 Rocke. 
 Clit. Statiliius (hew'd the Torch-light, but my Lord: 
 He came not backe : he is or tane, or flaine. : 
 Bry, Sitthee downe, (litus : {laying is theword,’ 
 It isa deed infafhion. Hearke thee, Clsens. 
 Cit. What I, my Lord? No, not for allthe World. 
 Bru. Peace then, no words. 
 Clit. Ie rather kill my felfe. 
 Bras Hearke thee, Dardanius. 
 Dard. Shall i doé finch a deed ? 
 Chit. O Dardanins. 
 Dar. O (litas. 
 Clits What illrequeft did Bratus make tothee ? 
 Dard. To kill bin, (t#s : looke he meditates. 
 (lit, Now isthat Noble Veflell full of griefe, 
 That it runhes over evenat his eyes. 
 Bru. Come hither. good Volwmnins,lift aword. 
 Volum. What fayes my Lord? 
 Bre. Why this, Volwmsnins : 
 The Ghoft of C2/ar hath appear’d to me 
 Two feverall times by Night : at Sardis, once; 
 And this laft Night, here in Philippi fields : 
 I know my houre iscome. 
 Volum. Not fo, my Lord. 
 Bra. Nay, {am fure it is, Volumnins. 
 Thou feelt the world, Volumuins, how it goes, 
 Our Enemies have beatus tothe Pit : Low Alaram. 
 Itis more worthy, to leape in our felves, 
 Thentarry tillthey pufhus. Good Volummas, 
 Thou knowtt, that we two went to Schoole together : 
 Keven for that our love of old ,! prethee 
 Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whileft I runne omit. 
 ol. Thatsnot an Office for a friend, my Lord. 
 Alarum frill. 
 
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 Cl. Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere. (Melfa. My matters man.Strato, where is thy Mafter? 
 Bru. Farewell to you, and you; and you Velumnsus. Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Me{fala, 
 | Strato, thou haft bin all this whilea fleepe = The Conquerors can but make a fire of him: 
 Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen : For Brutus onely overcame himfelfe, 
 : My heart doth joy, that yet all my life, And no manelfe hath honor by his death. 
 | I foundno man, but he wastrueto me. Luci. So Brutus fhould be found. Ithanke thee Brutas 
 |. I fhall have glory by this loofing day That thou haft prov’d Lacsilins faying true. 
 More then Odfavius , and Marke eAntony, O@a. All that ferv’d Brutus, I willentertaine them, 
 By this vile Conqueft fhall attaine unto. Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me? 
 So fareyouwell at once, for Brutus tongue Stra. 1, if Ateffala will preferre me to you. 
 Hath almoft ended bis lives Hiftory ¢ Offa. Doe fo, good Meffala. 
 Night hangs upon mine eyes, my Bones would reff, Meffa. How dyed my Strato. 
 That have but labour’d, to attaine this houre. Stra. J held the Sword, and he did run on it. 
 
 Meffa, Offavius, thentake him to follow thee, 
 That did the lateft fervice to my Matter. 
 
 Ant. This wasthe Nobleft Roman of them all: 
 All the Confpirators fave onely he, Z 
 Did that they did, in envy of great Cafar : 
 He, onely in a generall honeft thought, 
 And common good toall, made one of them. 
 
 | His life wasgentle,and the Elements 
 
 Somixtin him, that Nature might ftand up, 
 And fay to all the world ; This was aman. 
 
 Of a. According to his Vertue, let us ufe him 
 Withall refpect, and rites of Buriall. 
 Within my Tent his bones to night fhall lye 
 Mott like a Souldier ordered honorably + 
 Socall the field to reft, and lets away, 
 To partthe glories of this happy day,  E-enntomuet, 
 
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 Alarnm. Cry within, Flye, fiye, flyes 
 Cly. Fly my Lord, flye, 
 Bra. Hence : I willfollow: 
 I prethee Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord, 
 Thou art a fellow of a good refpett : 
 Thy life hath had fomie {match of honor init. 
 Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,‘ 
 While I doe run upon it. Wilt thou Strate ? 
 Stra. Give me your hand firft.Fare you well my Lord. 
 Brn. Farewell good Strato. (fer, now be ftill, 
 I kill’d not thee with halfe fo good a will. Dyes, 
 
 Alavum, Retreat. Enter Antony, O8avsus, Meffala, 
 Lucillius; and the cAtrmy, 
 Offa. What man is that ? 
 
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 Attus Primus. ScenaPrima, 
 Thunder, and Lightning. Enter three Witches.' | x ing. O valiant Confin, worthy Gentleman, 
 (4p-As whence the Sunne gins his reftection, 
 I moeep en fhall we three mect againe ? | Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders’ breaking 
 In Thunder, Lightning, orin Raine ? | So trom that {pring, whence comfort feem’d to come, ' 
 2 When the Hurley-burleys done, Difcomfort fwells ; Marke King of Scotland, marke - 
 When the Battailes loft and wonne. No fooner juftice had, with Valour arm’d, ty 
 3 That willbe evethe fet of Sunne, Compell’d thefe skipping Kernes to truft their heelcs, 
 1 Where the place? But the Norweyan Lord, furveying vantage, 
 2 Vpon the Heath. With furbufht Armes, and new fupplyes of men, 
 3 Theretomect with CMasbesh. Began a frefh affault. 
 1 Icome, Gray-AMalkin. LG King, Difmaidnot this our Captaines, AZacberh and 
 All. Padocke calls anon: faire is foute, and foule is faire, Banquoh ? 
 Hover through the fogge and filthy ayre. Exeunt. Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes Eagles ; 
 
 Or the Hare, the Lyon. 
 IfI fay footh, I mutt report they were 
 
 As Cannons ovér-charg’d with double Crackes 
 Scena Secunda So they doubly redoubled ftroakes on the Foe: 
 Except they meantto bathe in recking Wounds, 
 
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 one Cage ens a r 
 se Or memorize another Golgotha, 
 Alarum within. Enter King, Malcolme, Donal- Icannot tell: but Iam faint; 
 baine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting My Gafhescry for helpe. 
 a bleeaing Captatne, King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds 
 
 ages They {macke of Honor both : Goeget him Surgeons. 
 King, What bloody man is that? he can reports 
 
 Asfeemeth by his plight, of the Revolr Emer Roffe and Angus, 
 
 The neweft {tate. W hocomes here? 
 Mal. This is the Serjeant, Mal. The worthy Thane of Rofle. 
 Who likea good and hardy Souldier fought Lenox, What haft lookes through his eyes? 
 Gainft my Captivity: Haile : haile brave friend ; So fhould he looke, that feemes to ipeake things ftrange. 
 Say to the King, the knowledge of the broyle, Roffe. Ged favethe King. 
 
 King. Whence cam’it thou, worthy Thane ? 
 
 As thou didft leave it. 
 Cap. Doubtful it ftood, : Rofe, From Fife, great King, 
 
 As two {pent Swimmers, that doe cling together, Where the Norweyan Bannars flowt the Sky, 
 
 And choake their Art: The mercilefle Macdonnelt And fanne our people cold. 
 
 Norway himafelfe, with terrible numbers, 
 
 The multiplying Villa of Nature Affitted by that moft difloyall Traytor, 
 Doe fwarme upon him) from the W efterne Ifles The Thane of Cawdor, begana difmal] Conflié,’ 
 Of Kernes and Gallow glaflesisfupp! yd, Tillthat Bellona’s Bridegroome, lapt in proofe, 
 And Fortune on his damned Quarry fmiling, Confronted him with felfe-comparifons, 
 
 Shew’d like a Rebells Whores but al’stoo weake: Pointagainft Point, rebellious Arme gainft Arme, 
 For brave A4acheth (well be deferves that Name) Curbing his lavith fpirit : and to conclude, 
 
 (Worthy to be a Rebglipfor to that 
 
 Difdayning Fortune, with his brandifht Steele, The Victory fellon us, 
 
 Which {moak'd with bloody execation King. Great happineffe. 
 
 (Like Valours Minion) carv’d out his paflage, Rofe. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King, 
 Till he fac’d the Slave : Craves compofition ¢ 
 Whichneu’r fhooke hands, nor bad farewell to him, Nor would we deigne hiin buriall of his meh, | 
 
 Till he disburfed, at Saint Co/mes-hill, 
 
 Till he unfeam’d him from the Nave toth’Chops, 
 Ten thoufand Doliars, to our general ufe. 
 
 And fix'd his head upon our Bartlements. 
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 | Wrackt, as homeward he did come. 
 
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 King. No more that Thane of Cawdor fhall deceive 
 
 | Our Bofomeintereft ; Goe pronounce his prefent death, 
 
 And with his former Title great «A acbeth. 
 Rofe. Ile fee it done, 
 Kéng. What he hath loft, Noble Afacbeth hath wonne- 
 
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 Scena T ertia. 
 
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 Thunder. Enter the three Witches, 
 
 1 Where haft thou been, Sifter ? 
 
 2 Killing Swine. 
 
 3 Sifter, where thou ? ; 
 
 r A Saylors Wife had Cheftnutsin her Lappe, 
 
 | And mounchr,and mouncht, and mouncht : 
 
 Give me, quoth I. 
 Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon.cryes, 
 Her husbands to Aleppo gone, Matter oth’ Zager 
 
 | But ina Syve lle thither fayle, 
 | Andlikea Rat without a tayle, 
 Ie doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe. 
 
 2 Ie givethee a Wind. 
 
 & Th/art kind. 
 
 3 And Ianother. 
 
 1 I my felfe have allthe other, 
 And the very Ports they blow, 
 
 | All the Quarters that they know. 
 | Ith’ Shi p-mans Card. 
 | T’le dreyne himdry as Hay : 
 
 Sleepe fhall neither Night nor day 
 Hang upon his Pent-honfe Lid : 
 He fhall live a man forbid s 
 
 Weary Sewnights, nine times nine, 
 
 | Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine : 
 | Though his Barkecannot be loft, 
 
 | Yet it fhall be Tempett-toft. 
 
 | Looke what I have. 
 
 2 Shew me, fhew me. 
 I Here I havea Pilots Thumbe, 
 
 3 A Drumme,a Drumme: 
 
 | Macbeth doth come. 
 
 e4d. The wey ward Sifters, hand in hand, 
 Pofters of the Sea and Land. 
 
 ' Thus doe goe, about, about, 
 
 | Thice to thine, and thrice to mine, 
 | And thrice agairie, to make up nine. 
 | Peace, the Charme’s wound np. 
 
 Enter Masheth and Banquo. 
 
 Mach, So foule and faire a day I have net feenc. 
 Banq. How farre is’t call’d to Soris ? What are thefe, 
 
 | So wither'd, and fo wilde in their attyre, 
 
 | That looke not like th’inhabitants oth’ Earth, 
 | And yetareon’t? Live you, or are you aught 
 | That man may queftion ? you feeme to underftand me, 
 | By eachat eicel 
 
 | Vpon her skinny Lips: you fhould be Women, 
 
 | And yet your Beards forbid me to interpret 
 
 | That you are fo. 
 
 er choppy finger laying 
 
 Tragedie 
 
 Drum within. 
 
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 Mac. Speake if you can : whatare you ? é 
 1 All-haile Afacheth, haile tothee T bane of Glamis 
 2 Allhailec Macbeth, haileto thee Thane of Cawdor. 
 3 Allhaile A¢acheth, chat fhalt be King hereafter. 
 Bang. Good fir, why doe you ftart,and feeme to feare 
 Things that doe found {o faire? ith’ name of truth 
 Are ye fantafticall, or that indeed 
 Which outwardly ye fhew ? My Noble Partner 
 You greet with prefent Grace, and great prediction 
 Of Noble having, and of Royall hope, 
 That be feemes wrapt withall ; tome you fpeake note 
 If you canlooke intothe Seedes of Time, ; 
 And fay, which Graine will grow, and which willnot, 
 Speake then to me, whe neither begge, nor feare 
 Your favors, nor your hate. 
 1 Hayle. 
 2 Hayle. 
 3 Hayle. 
 1 Leffer then (Macbeth, and greater: 
 2 Notfohappy, yet much happyer. 
 3 Thou fhalt get Kings, though thon benone + 
 So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo. 
 8 Banquo,and Macbeth,all haile. 
 Mach. Stay you imperfect Speakers,tellme mores 
 By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis, 
 But how, of Cawdor ? the Z bane of Cawdor lives 
 
 | A profperous Gentleman : And to be King, 
 
 Stands not within the profpeét of beliefe, 
 No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence 
 You owe this ftrange Intelligence, or why 
 Vpon this blafted heath you ftop our way 
 With fuch Prophetique greeting ? rt 
 Speake, I charge you. Witches vanife. 
 Bang. Theearth hath bubbles, as the Water has, 
 Andthefeareofthem: whether are they vanifh’d? 
 Mach. Into the Ayre : and what feem’d corporall, 
 Melted, as breath into the Winde. 
 Would they had ftaid. 
 Bang. Were fuch things here, as we doe fpeake about? 
 Or have we eaten on the infane Reot, 
 That takes the Reafon Prifoner ? 
 (Mach. Your Children fhall be Kings. 
 Baxq. You fhall be King. 
 (Mach. And Thane of Cawdor too : went itnotfo? 
 Bang. Toth’ felfe-fame tune, and words: whos here 
 
 Enter Rolfe, and Angus. 
 
 Roffe. The King hath happily receiv’d, AZacbeth, 
 The newes of thy {ucceffe 3 and when he reades 
 Thy perfonall Venture in the Rebels fight, 
 
 His wonders and his Praifes doe contend, 
 
 Which fhould be thine, or his gfilenc’d withthat, 
 In viewing o’re thereft o’th’felfe-fame day, 
 
 He findes thee in the ftont Norweyan Rankes, 
 Nothing a feard of what thy felfe didft make 
 Strange Images of death, as thickeas Tale 
 
 Can poft with poft, and every one did beare 
 
 Thy prayfes in his Kingdomes great defence, 
 
 And powr’d them downe before him. 
 
 Ang. Weare fent, 
 
 To give thee from our Royall Mafter thankes, 
 Onely to herrald thee into his fight, 
 
 | Not pay thee, 
 
 Roffe. And for anecarneft of a greater honor; 
 He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor 
 
bh; 
 
 wre ee 
 
 Ta which addition, haile moft worthy Thane, 
 For it is thine. 
 Bang. What can the Devill {peake true ? 
 Mach. The Thane of Cawdor lives: 
 Why doe youdrefle me in his borrowed Robes? 
 Ang. Who was the T bane, lives yet, 
 But under heavy judgement beares thatlife, 
 Which he deferves to loofe. 
 Whether he wascombin’d with thofe of Norway, 
 Or elfe did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe, 
 And vantage ; or that with both he labour’d 
 In his Countryes wracke, I know not: 
 
 ‘But Treafons Capitall; confefs'd, and proud, 
 
 Have overthrownce him. 
 
 (Mach. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor : 
 
 The greateft is behind. Thankes for your painess 
 
 Doe you not hope your Children fhall be Kings, 
 
 When thofe that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me; 
 
 Promis’d no leffe to them. 
 Bang. That trufted home, 
 
 Might yet enkindle youunto the Crowne, 
 
 Befides the T/ane ot Cawdor: But tis ftrange z 
 
 And oftentimes,to winne us to our harme, 
 
 The Initraments of Darkneffe tell us Truths, 
 
 Winne us with honeft Trifles, to betrays 
 
 In deepeft confequence. 
 
 Confins, a word, I pray you. 
 
 Mach. Twotruthsare told, 
 
 As happy Prologues to the {welling Acte 
 
 Of the imperiall Theame. Ithanke you Gentlemen : 
 
 This fupernaturall folliciting 
 
 Cannot be ill ; cannot be good. 
 
 Ifill ? why hath it given meearnett of fucceffe, 
 
 Commencing in a Trath ? I am Thane of Cawdor. 
 
 If good ? why doe I yeeld to that fuggeftion, 
 
 Whofe horrid Image doth unfixe my heire, 
 
 And make my feated Heart knockeat my Ribbes, 
 
 Againft the ufe of nature? Prefent Feares 
 
 Are leffe then horrible imaginings : ; 
 
 My thought, whofe Murther yet is but fantafticall, 
 
 Shakes fo my fingle ftate of Man, 
 
 That function is {mother'd in furmife, 
 
 And nothingis, but what is not. 
 
 Bang. Looke how our Partnersrapte 
 Meach. lf chatice will have me Kingy 
 Why Chance may Crowne me, 
 Without my flirre. 
 Bang. New honorscome upon hiay 
 Like our ftrange Garments, cleavenot to their mould, 
 But with the aid of ufe. 
 «Mach. Come what come may, 
 
 Time, and the houre, runs through the rougheft Day 
 Bag. Worthy (Macbeth, we itay upon_yout leylure. 
 Mach. Give me your favour : 
 
 My dull Braine was wrought withthings forgotten 
 
 Kind Gentlemen, your painesare regiftred, 
 
 Whereevery day Iturne the Leafe, 
 
 To reade them. 
 
 Let us toward the King ; thinkeupon 
 
 What hath chane’d: and at moretime, 
 
 The /uterim having weigh’d it, let ns{peake 
 
 Our free hearts cach to other. 
 
 Bang. Very gladly» 
 Mach. Till then enough : 
 
 Come friends. 
 Exennt. 
 
 Lhe Tragedte of A. acbeth. 
 
 | But I have {poke with one that faw him dye : 
 
 | He wasaGentleman, on whom I built 
 
 | Children, and Servants; whichdoe but wharthey fhould | 
 
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 Flours, Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme, 
 Donalbaine, and Atrendants. 
 
 King. Is execution done on Cawdor ? 
 Are not thofe in Commifion yet return’d ? 
 Mal, My Liege, they are not yet come backe. 
 
 Who did report, that very frankly he 
 Confe{s’d his Treafons, implor’d your Highnefle Pardon 
 And fet forth a deepe Repentance : 
 Nothing ia his Lite became him, 
 Like the leaving it. He dy’de, 
 As one that had beene ttudied im his death, 
 To throw away the deareft thing he ow’d, 
 Astwerea carelefle Trifle. 
 King. Theres no Art, 
 To finde the mindes contruction in the face : 
 
 An abfolute Truft. 
 Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rofse, and Angs. 
 
 O worthyeft Coufin, 
 The finne of my ingratitude even now 
 Was heavy onme. Thouart fo farre before, 
 That fwifteft Wine cf Recompence is flow: 
 To overtakethee. Would thou hadft leffe deferv’d, 
 That the proportion both of thankes, and payment, 
 Might have beene mine : onely I have left to fay, 
 More is thy due, then more then all can pay. 
 
 (Mach, The fervice, and the loyalty I owe, 
 In doing it payes it felfe. 
 Your highneffe part, isto receive our Duties : 
 And our Dutiesare to your Throne; and State, 
 
 By doing every thing fafe toward your Love, 
 And honor, 
 King. Welcome hither : 
 I have begun to plant thee, and will labour 
 To make thee full of gro xing. Noble Banquo, 
 That haft no leffe deferv’d, nor muft be knowne 
 Noleffeto have done fo : Let me enfold thee, 
 And hold thee to my heart, 
 Bang. There if I grow, 
 The Harvelt is your owne- 
 King. My plenteous joyes, 
 Wantonin fulneffe, feeke to hide themfelves 
 in drops of forrow. Sonnes, Kinfman, Thanes, 
 And you whofe places are the aeareft, know, 
 We wilkeftablifh our Eftate upon 
 Our eldeft, (Malcolme, whom we name heareafter, 
 The Prince of Cumberland : which honor mutt 
 Not unaccompained, inveft him onely. 
 But fignes of Noblenefle, like Starres fhall thine 
 On all defervers. From hence to Eavernes, 
 And bind us further to you. 
 
 Mac. TheReft islabour, which is not us’d for you : 
 Ilebe my felfe the Herbenger, aiid make joy full 
 The hearing of my Wife, with your approach: 
 
 So humbly take my leave. 
 
 King. My worthy Cawdor. 
 
 Mach. The Prince of Cumber/and : that is a flep, 
 On which I muff fall downe, or elfe o're leape, 
 
| Forinmy way it lyes. Starres hide your fires, 
 | Let not Light fee my blacke and deepe defiress 
 
 | The eye winke at the hand : yet let that be, 
 
 | Which the Eye feares, when it is doneto fee. 
 
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 Exit, 
 King. True, worthy Banquo : he is full fo valiant, 
 
 And in his commendatiors, I am fed: 
 
 Itisa Banquet tome. Lets after him, 
 
 Whofe care isgone before, to bidus welcome: 
 
 It is a peereleffe Kinfman. 
 
 Exesnt. 
 
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 Scand Quinta. 
 
 Enter Macheths Wife alone with a Letter. 
 
 Lady. They met me inthe day of fuccelfes and I have learn'd 
 by the perfectt report, they have more im thems, then mortal 
 knowledge. When 1 burnt in defireto queftion thems further, 
 they made themfelves Ayre, into which they vanifh'd. Whsles 
 I ftoca rapt is the wonder of it, came Miffiaes from the Kig, 
 who all bail’dme Thane of Caivdor by which Title before these 
 weyward Sisters (aluted me, and roferr d me to the comming on 
 of time, with hasle King that |balt be. This have [ thought 
 
 Shake my fell purpofe, nor keepe peace betweene 
 Th’effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brefts, 
 And take my Milke for Gall, you murth’ring Minifters, 
 Where-ever, in your fightleffe fubftances, 
 You wait on Natures Mifchiefe. Come thicke Night, 
 And pall thee in the dunneft {moake of hell, 
 That my keene Knife fee northe Wound it makes, 
 Nor heaven peepe through the Blanket of the darke, 
 Tocry; hold, hold. Enter Macbeth, 
 Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor, 
 Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter, 
 Thy Letters have tranfported me beyond 
 This ignorant prefent, and I feelenow 
 The future in the inftane. 
 Mach. My deareft Love, 
 ‘Dexcane comes hereto Night. 
 ¢ Lady. And when goes hence ? 
 eMacb. To morrow, as he purpofes: 
 Lady. O never, 
 Shail Sunne that Morrow fee. 
 Your Face, my Thane, is asbooke, where meni 
 May reade f{trange matters, to beguile the time. 
 Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye, 
 Your hand, your Tongue: looke like the innucent flower, 
 But bethe Serpent under’t. He thats comming, 
 Mutt be provided for :and you fhall put 
 
 good to deliver shee (my dearest Partner of Greatneffe) that | This Nights great bufineffe into my difpatch, 
 
 thou might st not loofe the dues of rejoycing by being ignorant 
 
 W hich: fhall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come, 
 
 of what Grensue(jeis promis d thee. Lay itto thy heart, and | Give folely foveraigne {way, and Mafterdome. 
 
 farewell. 
 
 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and fhalt be 
 
 What thow art promis’d : yet doe I feare thy Nature, 
 
 It istod full o’th’ Milke of humane kindneffe, 
 
 Tocatchthe neereft way. Thou wouldft be great; 
 
 Art not without Ambition, but without 
 
 The iilneffe fhould attend it. What thou wouldft highly, 
 
 That would {ft thou holily : wouldftnot play falfe, 
 
 And yet wouldft wrongly winne. 
 
 Thouldft have, great Glamis, that which cryes, 
 
 Thus thou mutt doe, ifthou have it ; 
 
 And that which rather thou do'ft feare to doe, 
 
 Then wifheft fhould be undone. High thee hither, 
 
 That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare, 
 
 And chaftife with the valour of my Tongue 
 
 Allthatthce hinders from the Golden Round, 
 
 Which Fate and Metaphy ficall ayde doth feeme 
 
 To have thee crown’d wichall, Enter Meffenger, 
 
 What is your tidings ? 
 CMe. The King comes here to Night. 
 Lady. Thou’rt mad to fay it. 
 
 Is not thy Mafter with him ? who, wer’t fo, 
 
 Would have inform’dfor preparation. —__ 
 Meff, So pleafe you, itistruc : our Thane is comming 
 
 One of my feiloweshad tlic fpeedofhim; © ~ 
 
 W hoaimoft dead for breath, had {carcely more 
 
 Then would make up bis Meflage. 
 Ladj. Give him tending, 
 
 He brings great newes. 
 
 The Raven himfelfe 1s hoarfe, 
 
 That croakes the fatall entrance of Dencane 
 
 Vader my Battlements. Come you Spirits, 
 
 That tend on mortallthoughts, unfex me here, 
 
 And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full 
 
 Of direft Cruelty :make thicke my blood, 
 
 Stop up th’accefleand paflage to Remorfe, 
 
 That no compunttious vifitings of Nature 
 
 rere reentrant renes-cuneseen-pet rr nnn 
 
 Mach. We will {peake further. 
 Lady, Onely looke up cleare 
 To alter favor, ever is to feare: 
 
 Leave all the reft to me. Exeunt. 
 
 - Scena Sexta, 
 
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 Hobeyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbaine, 
 Banquo, Lenox, Macduffe, Rolfe, Angus, 
 and Attenqants. 
 
 :. King. This Caftle hath a pleafant feat, 
 The ayre nimbly and fweetly recommends it felfe 
 Vnto our gentle fences. 
 
 Bang. This Guett of Summer, 
 
 he Temple-haunting Barlet doesapprove, 
 By hisloued Manfenry, that the Heavens breath, 
 Smells wooingly here : no lutty frieze, 
 Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird 
 Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle, 
 Where they muft breed, and haunt : I have obferv’d 
 The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady. 
 
 King. See, fee, our honor’d Hofteffe : 
 The love that followes us, fometime is our trouble, 
 Which ftill we thanke as Love. Herein 1 teach yous 
 
 Exit Adeffenger. | How you thail bid god-eyldus for your paines, 
 
 And thanke us for your trouble. 
 Lady. All our fervice, ; 
 
 In every point twice done, and then done double, 
 
 Were poore, and fingle Bufineffe, to contend 
 
 Againit thofe honors deepe, and broad, 
 
 Wherewith your Majefty loades ourhoufe: 
 
 For thofe of old, and the late Dignities, 
 
 Heap’d up to them, we reft your Hermites. Kin 
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 King. Wheresthe Thane of Cawdor? 
 Wecourft him at the heeles, and hada purpofe 
 Tobe hisP urveyor: But he rides well, 
 And his great Love (fharpe at his Spurre)hath holpe him 
 Tohis home before us: Faire and Noble Hoitefle 
 Weare your guclt to night. 
 
 Lady. Y our Servants ever, 
 Havetheirs, themfelves, and what is theirsin compt, 
 Tomake their Audit at your hignefle pleafure, 
 Still to returne your owne- 
 
 King. Give ine your hand : 
 Conduét me to mine Hoft we love him highly, 
 And thall continue, our Graces towards hime 
 
 By your leave Hoftefle. Exeunt, 
 
 fiancee a 
 
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 Scana§ eptima. 
 
 : Ho-boyes. Torches: 
 Enter aSewer,and divers Servants with Difbes and Service 
 over the Stage. Then enter Macbeth. 
 Mach Af it were done, when tis doneythen twer well, 
 It were done quickly : if th’ Affaffination 
 Could trammellup the Confequence, and catch 
 With his furceafe, Succeffe : that but this blow 
 Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere, 
 But heere, upon this Banke and Schoolé of time, 
 We'ld jumpe the life tocome. But inthefe Cafes; 
 We fiill have judgement heere, that webut teach 
 Bloudy inftructions, which being taught, returne 
 To plagueth Ingredience of our poyfon’d Challice 
 To our ownelips. Hes herein double truft : 
 Firft, as Iam his Kinfman, and his tubject, 
 Strong bothagainft the Deed : then, ashis Hoft, 
 Who fhould againft his Martherer fut the doore, 
 Not bearethe knife my felfe. Beftdes, this Duncane 
 Hath borne this Faculties fo mecke : hath bia 
 So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertucs 
 Will pleade like Angels, Truapet-tongu’d againkt 
 The deepe damnation of histaking off : 
 And Pitty, like a naked Newborne-babe, 
 Striding the blatt, or heavens Cherubin;hors’d 
 Vponthe fighzleffe Curriors of the Ayre, 
 Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, 
 That teares fhall drowne the winde. | have no Spurre 
 To pricke the fides of my intent, but onely 
 Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it fclfe, 
 And fajles.on th other. Enter Lady. 
 How now ? What Newes? 
 LaHe hasalmoft {apt:why have youtefethe chamber? 
 Mae. Hath he ask’d for me? 
 Lady. Know you not, he has 2 perl 
 (Mac. We will proceed no farther in this Bufineffe : 
 He hath honout’d me of late, and} have bought 
 Golden Opinions from all forts of people, 
 Which would be worne now im their neweft gloife, 
 Not caftafide fo foone. 
 _ Lady. Was the hopedtunke, > 
 Wherein you dreftyour felfe ? hath it flept fince? 
 - And wakes it now to looke fo greene, anid pale, 
 At what it did fo freely?) Fromthis ume, 
 ‘Such T account thy loves Art thonaffear’d 
 To be the fame inthine owne Act, and Valour, 
 Asthonartin defire? Wouldft thou havethat 
 
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 Which thon efteem’ft the Ornament of Life, 
 | And livé a Coward in thine owne Efteeme ? 
 Letting ¥ dare not, wait upon I would, 
 Like the poore Cat i’th’ Addage. 
 
 Mach. Prethee peace : 
 I dare doe all that may become a man, 
 Who dares no more, is none. 
 
 Lady. Whatbeaft was’tthen 
 That made you break@this enterprize to me? 
 When you darft doe it, then you were aman: 
 And tobe moretheu what you were, you would 
 Be fomuch morethe man. Nortime,nor place 
 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: 
 They have madethemfelves, and that their fitneffé now 
 Do’s unmake you. I have givenSucke, and know 
 How tender tis tolove the Babe that milkes me, 
 I would, while it was{myling in my face, 
 Have pluckt my Nipple from his boneleffe Gummes, 
 And ‘dafht the Branes out, had I but fofworne 
 Asyouhave doneto this. 
 
 (Mach. If we fhouid faile ? 
 
 Lady. We faiie ? 
 But {crew your courageto the {ticking place, 
 And we'll not faile : when Duncan is a flecpe, 
 (Whereto the rather fhall his dayes hard Iourney 
 Soundly invite him) his two Chamberlaines 
 Will I with Wine, and Waffell, fo convince, 
 That Memory, the Warder of the Braine, 
 Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reafon 
 A Lymbecke onely. when in Swinith fleepe, 
 Their drenched Natures lyeas ina Death, 
 What cannot you and I performe upon 
 Th’unguarded Darican ? What not put upon 
 His fpangy Oxticers ? who fhall beare the guile 
 Of our great quell. 
 
 Mach. Bring forth Men-Children onely : 
 For thy andaunted Mettle fhould compofe 
 Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiv’d, 
 When we have mark’d with blood thofe fleepy two 
 Of hisowne Chamber, and us’d their very Daggers, 
 Thatthey havedon’r? 
 
 Lady. Who dares receive it other, 
 As we fhall make our Griefes and Clamor rore, 
 Vpon his death ? 
 
 (Mach. Lam fettled,andbend up 
 Each corporall Agent rothis terrible Feat, 
 Away, and mocke the time with faireft how, 
 Falfe Face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. 
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 Bang. How goes thie Night, Boy ? { 
 Fleance. The Moone is downe ; I havenot heard the f 
 Clocke; é 
 Bang. And fhe goes downe at Twelve, 
 Flean.. Utakce’t, tis farer, Sir. 
 Bang. Hold, take my Sword : 
 There’s Husbandry in Heaven, 
 Their Candles are all out - take thee that too. 
 
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A heavy Summons lyeslike Lead upon me, 
 And yet I would not fleepe : 
 
 | Merciful] Powers, reftraine in me the curfed thoughts 
 That Nature gives way to inrepofe. 
 
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 Enter Macbeth, anda Servant with aT orch. 
 
 Giv< me my Sword: whos there ? 
 
 Mach. A friend. 
 Bang. What Sir, notyet at reft ? the Kingsa bed. 
 
 | He hath beene in unutfuali pleafure. 
 
 And fent forth agreat Largefle to your Oifices. 
 
 | This Diamond hegreetsyour Wife withall, 
 
 | By thename of moft kind hofteffe, 
 
 | And fhut it up in meafureleffe content. 
 
 | ach. Being unprepar’d, 
 
 | Our willbecame the fervant to defect, 
 
 | Whichelfe fhould free have wrought. 
 
 | Banq. Alls well. 
 
 | Idreamptlaft Night ofthe three wey ward Sifters : 
 
 | To youthey have fhew’d fome truth. 
 
 (Mach. I thinke not of them : 
 Yet when we can intreat an houre to ferve, 
 We would {pend it in fome words upon that Bufineffe, 
 If you would graunt the time. 
 Ban. At your kindftleyfure* - 
 Mach, If you fhall cleaveto my confent, 
 When tis, it hall make honor for you. 
 Bang. So Llofe none, 
 In fecking to augment it, but ftill keepe 
 My bofome franchis’d, and Allegeance cleare, 
 I thall be counfail’d, 
 Mach. Good repofe the while. 
 Banq. ThankesSir : the like to you. 
 Mach. Goe bid thy Miftrefle, when my drinke.is ready 
 | She ftrike upon the Bell. Get thee to bed, Exit. 
 Is thisadagger, which I fee before me, 
 The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: 
 I have thee not, and yet I fee thee- fill, 
 Art thon not fatall V ifion, fenfible 
 To feeling,as to fight ? or art thou but 
 A Dagger of the Minde,a falfe Creation, 
 Proceeding from the heat-oppreffed Braine? 
 I fee thee yet, in forme as palpable, 
 As this which now I draw. 
 Thou marfhalft me the way that I was going, 
 And fuch an inftrument I was to ufe. 
 | Mine eyes are madé the fooleso’th’other Senfes, 
 Or elfe worth all the reft : [fee thee ftill; 
 Andon'thy blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of blood, 
 Which was not fo before. There’s no fuch thing: 
 It isthe bloody Bufinefle, which informes 
 Thus tominceyes: Now ore the one halfe World 
 Nature feemes dead, and wicked Dreames abufe 
 The Curtain’d fleepe-: Witchcraft celebrates 
 Pale Heceates Offrings: and wither’d Murther, 
 Alarum’d by his Centinell, the Wolfe, 
 Whofe howles his Watch, thus with his ftealthy pace 
 With Tarquins ravifhing fides, towards hisdefigne ‘ 
 Moves like aGholt. Thou fowre and firme-fet Earth 
 Hearé not my fteps, which they may walke » for feare 
 | Thy very ftones prate of my where-abour, 
 And take the prefent horror from the time, 
 Which now fates with it. -WhilesT threat, he lives: 
 Wordsto the heat of deedstoo cold breath gives. 
 _, A Beh rings.” 
 
 Lhe Tragedic achetb. 
 
 Exit Banqno+ 
 
 I goe, and it is done : the bell invites me. 
 Heare it not, Duncane, for itis a Knell. 
 That f{ummons thee to heaven, or to hell, Exit. 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Enter Lady. 
 
 La.That which hath made them drunke,hath made me 
 What hath quench’dthem, hath givenme fire. (bold: 
 Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that fhriek’d, 
 The fatall Bell-man,which gives the ftern’ft goad-night, 
 He is about it, the Dooresare open: 
 And the furfeted Groomes doe mocke their charge 
 With Snores. I have druge’dtheir Poffets, 
 That death and Nature doe contend about them, 
 Whether they live, or dye. 
 
 Enter Macbeth. 
 
 Mach, Whosthere ? what hoa? 
 
 Lady, Alacke, lam afraid they have awak‘d, 
 
 And tis not done : th’attempt, and not the deed, é 
 Confounds us : hearke : I laid their Daggers ready, 
 
 He could not miffe em: Had he not refembled 
 
 My father asheflept, Ihad-don’t. 
 
 My husband ? 
 
 (Mach. Ihavedone thedeed : 
 
 Didft thou not heare anoyfe? : 
 
 Lady.I heard the Owle {chreame,and the Crickets ¢ry 
 Did not you fpeake ? 
 
 (Mach. When? 
 
 Lady. Now. 
 
 (Mach. As Idefcended? 
 
 Laay. I. 
 
 Mach. Yearke, who lyes ith*fecond Chamber? 
 
 Lady. Donalbaine, 
 
 Mash. This is aforry fight. 
 
 Lady. A foolifhthought, to fay a forry fight. 
 
 Macb. Theres one did laugh ins fleepe, 
 And one cry’d Murther,thatthey did wake each other! 
 I ftood, and heard them: but they did fay their Prayers, 
 And addreft them againe to fleepe. 
 
 Lady. There are two lodg’d together. 
 
 Mach. One cry’d God bleffeus, and Amen the other, 
 As they had {eene me with thefe hangmans hands+ 
 Liftning their feare, I could not fay Amen, 
 
 When they did fay God bleffe us. 
 
 Lady. Confider it not fo deepely- ; 
 
 Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? 
 I had moft need of bleffing,and Amen ftuck in my throat 
 
 Lady. Thefe deeds mutt notbe thought 
 After thefe wayes : fo, it willmakeus mad. ~ 
 
 Macb.Me thought I hearda voyce cry, fleepeno more: 
 ‘Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent fleepe, 
 Sleepe that knits up the ravel’d fleeveof Care, 
 
 The death of each dayes Life, fore Labors Bath, 
 Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures fecond Courfe, 
 Chiefe nourifher in lifes feaft. 
 
 Lady. What doe you meane? 
 
 (Mach. Still it cty’d,fleepe no more toall the houfe : 
 Glamis hath murtherd {leepe,and therefore Cawdor 
 Shall fleepe no more : CMacbeth fhall fieepe no more 
 
 Lad.\V ho wasit, that thus cry’d ? why worthy Thanty 
 You doe unbend your Noble ftrength, to thinke 
 So braine-fickly of things : Goe get fome Waters 
 
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 And wath this filthy Witneffe from your Hand, 
 Why did you bring thefe Daggers from the place? 
 They. muftlye there : goe carry them,and {meare 
 The fleepy Groomes with blood. 
 
 (Mach. Ue goe no more + 
 Tam afraid, to thinke what I have done ; 
 Looke on't againe, 1 dare not. 
 
 Lady. Inirme of purpofe : 
 Give me the Daggers : the fleeping, and the dead, 
 Are but-as Pictures : "tis the Eye of Child-hood, 
 That fearesa painted Divell. Ifhe doebleed, 
 Ile guilde the Faces of the Groomes withall 
 
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 For it muft feeme their Guilt. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Kuocke within. 
 
 Mach. Whence isthat knocking ? 
 How is’t with me, when every noyfeappalls me? 
 What Hands ase here ? hah: they plucke out mine Eyes 
 Will all great ZC ept#nes Ocean wath this blood 
 Cleane from my Handeéno:this my Hand will rather 
 The multitudinous Seas incarnardine, 
 Making the Greene one, Red. 
 
 Enter Lady. 
 Lady. My hands are of your colours but I fhame 
 To weare a heart fo white. Knecke. 
 I heare'a knocking at the South entry: 
 
 “The Tragedy of eM acheth 
 
 Retyre we to our Chamber : 
 A little Water cleares us of this deed. 
 How eafie is itthen ? your Conftancie 
 
 Hath left you unettended, Knocke. 
 
 Hearke, more knocking. 
 
 Get on your Night-Gowne, left occafion calius, ] 
 
 And thew vsto be Watchers: benot loft 
 
 So poorely in yourthoughts. ; | 
 (Mach. To know my deed, Knocke. 
 
 *Twere beft not know my felfe. 
 
 Wake Duncas with thy knocking: | 
 
 I would thou cotild’ft. 
 
 Scena Tertia. 
 
 Enter @ Porter. 
 
 Knocking within. 
 
 Porter, Heere'sa knocking indeed:ifa man were 
 Porter of Hell. Gate, hee fhould have old turning the | 
 Key. Kzecke, Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there 
 ith’name of Belzebub ? Here’sa Farmer, that hang’d 
 himfelfe on th’expectation of Plenty: Come in time, have 
 Napkins enough about you,bere you le {weat for’t. Rock. 
 Knock,Knock: Who’sthere in th’other Devils Name? | 
 Faith here’s an Equivocator, that could fweare.in both 
 the Scales,again{t eyther Scale, who committed Treafon 
 enough for Gods fake, yet could not equivucate to Hea- 
 ven: ohcomein, Equivocator, Knock, Knock, 
 Knock,Knock. Who’sthere? Faith here's an Englifh 
 Taylor come hither, for ftealing out of a French Hole: 
 Come in Taylor, here you may roft your Goofe, Knock, 
 Knock,Knock, Never at quiet : What are you? but this 
 place istoocold for Hell. He Devill-Porter it no further: 
 I had thonght to have let in fome of all profeilions, that 
 goe the Primrofe way to th’everlafting Bonfire. Kuock: 
 Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter. 
 
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 Enter Macduff, and Lenox. 
 
 (Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to Bed, 
 
 | That you doe lye fo late 2 
 
 Port. Faith Sir,we were carowfingtillthe fecond Cock: 
 
 | And Drinke, Sir, isa great provoker of three things. 
 
 Macd. What three things does Drinke efpeciaily 
 
 | provoke ? 
 
 Port. That it did, Sir, i’the very Throat on me 3 but I 
 requited him for his Lye, and({ thinke)being too ftrong 
 for him, though he tooke up my Legges fometime, yet I 
 made a Shift to caft him. 
 
 Enter Macbeth. 
 
 Maca. Is thy Mafter ftirring ? 
 Our knocking ha’sawak’'d him:here he comes. | 
 
 Lenox, Good morrow, Noble Sir 
 
 Macb. Good morrow both. 
 
 Wacd. Is the King ftirringy worthy Thaze ? 
 
 Mach. Not yet. 
 
 (Macd, He did command me to call timely on him, 
 Ihave almoft flipt the honre. 
 
 (Macb. Sle bring you to him. 
 
 Macd. I know this is a ioyfuiltrouble to you 3 
 But yet ‘tis one. ; 
 
 Mach. The labour we delight in, Phyficks paine : 
 This is the Poore. 
 
 (Macd. We make fo bold to call, for ‘tis my limited 
 Exit Mucduffe. 
 
 Lenox, Goes the King hence today. 
 
 (Mach. He does: he did appoint fo, 
 
 Lenox, The.Night ha’s beene vnruly ; 
 Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe. 
 And (as they fay) lamentings heard i'th’Ayre; 
 Strange Schreemes of Death, 
 And Prophecying, with Accents terrible, 
 Of dyre Combuitions and confus’d Events, 
 New hatch’d toth’ wofull time. 
 The obfcnre Bird clamor’d the live-long Night, 
 Some fay, the Earth was fevorous, 
 And did fhake: 
 
 (Mach. *Twasa rough Night. 
 
 Lenox. My young remembrance cannot parallell 
 A fellow toit. 
 
 Enter Macduff. 
 Maced. © horror;horror, horror, 
 Tongue nor Heart cannot conceive, nor name thee, 
 Mach. and Lenox. What’sthe matter ? 
 (Macd. Confufion now hath made his Mafter-peece: 
 Moft facrilegious Murther hath broke ope 
 The Lords anoynted Temple, and ftole thence 
 The Life o’th Building, 
 Macb. What is’t you fay ? the Life ? 
 Lenox. Meane you his Maieftie ? 
 Mach. Approchthe Chamber, and deftroy your fight } 
 With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me f{peake ; | 
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 Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treafon, 
 
 The Tragedie of eM acheth. 
 
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 eake your felves : awake, awake, 
 Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. 
 
 Bangquo,and Donalbaine : Malcolmeawake, : 
 Shake off this Downy fleepe, Deaths counterfeit, 
 And looke on death it felfe : up, up, and fee 
 The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo, 
 As from your Graves rite up, and walke like Sprights, 
 Tocountenance this horror. Ring the Bell. 
 Bell Rigs. Enter Lady. 
 Lady. What's the bufinefle ? 
 That tucha hideous Trumpet calls to parley 
 The fleepers of the Houfe ? {peake, fpeake, 
 Maca. O gentle Lady, 
 Tis not for you to heare what I can 
 The repetition in a Womans care, 
 Would murther as it fell. 
 Exter Banguo. 
 O Banquo, Banguo, Our Royall Malter’s murther’d. 
 Lady. Woe, alas : 
 W hat, in our houfe 2 
 Ban. Too crusll, any where. 
 Deare Daf, 1 prythee contract thy felfe, 
 And fay, it is not fo, 
 
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 Enter Macbeth, Lencx and Roffe. 
 
 Mach. Had I but dy’dan houre before this chance, 
 I had liv’d a bleffed'time : for from this initant, 
 There’s nothing ferious in Mortality : 
 Allis bur Toyes :Renowne and Grace isdead, 
 The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees 
 Is left this Vanit to brag of. 
 
 Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine. 
 
 Denal. What isamifie? 
 Mach: Youare and doe not know’t s 
 The Spring, the Head,the Fountaine of your Blood 
 Is ilopt; the very Source of it is ftopt, 
 Macd, Your Royall father’s murther’d. 
 (Mal. Oh, by whom ? . 
 
 Dxaox. Thote ofhis Chamber, as it feem’d, had don’t: 
 
 | Their Hands and Faces were'all badg’d with blood, | 
 So were cheir Daggers, which enwip’d, we found 
 Vpon their Piilowes+ they ftar'd, and were diftracted, 
 
 | No manslife wasto bz trufted with ther. | 
 
 Mach, Q, yeti do repent me of my furie, | 
 That {did kill them. 
 
 Macd. Wherefore did you fo? 
 
 (Mach. Who canbe wile,amaz'd,temp’rate,& furious, 
 Loyall,and Neutrall, in a motnent? Noman; 
 Th’expedition of my violent Love 
 Out-run the pawfer, Reafon. Here lay Daxcan, 
 
 His Silver skinue, lac’d with his Golden Blood, 
 And his gafh’d Stabs, look'd like a Breach ih Nature, 
 For Ruines waftfuli entrance :therethe Martherers, 
 Steep’d in the Colours of their Trade.; their Daggers 
 Vaumannerly breech’d with gore: who could refraine, 
 That hada heart to love, and in that heart, 
 Courage, tomake’s love knowne? 
 
 Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa, 
 
 Maca. V.ooke tothe Lady; 
 
 Mal, Why do wehold our tongues, 
 
 That snoft may clsime this argument forours? 
 
 Dozal. What fhould be i{poken here; 
 
 omaseee: 
 
 Where our Fate hid within an augure hole, 
 May ruth, and feizéus ? Let's aways 
 Onr Teares arc not yet brew’d. 
 
 Vpon the foote of Motion, 
 
 And when we have our naked Frailties hid, 
 
 That fuffer in expofure ; letus meet, 
 
 And queftion this moft bloody piece of worke, 
 
 To know it further. Feares and {eruples fhakeus 
 In the great Hand of God I ftand, and thence, 
 Againit the undivulg’d pretence I fight 
 
 Of Treafonous Malice. 
 
 Mal. Nor our {trong Sorrow 
 
 Barg. Looke tothe Lady : 
 
 Macd. And {o doe I. 
 Al. So alle 
 ‘Mach. Let’s breefely put on manly readineffe, 
 
 And meet i’th’ Hall together. 
 
 All, Wellcontented, 
 
 Male. What willyoudoe 2 
 Let’s not confort with them : 
 To fhew an unfelt Sorrow, is an Office 
 Which the falfe man do’s eafie. 
 
 Tle to England. 
 Don, Tolreland,1: 
 Our feperated fortune fhall keepe us both the fafers 
 Where we are,there’s Daggers in mens Smiles ; 
 The neere in blood, the neerer bloody. 
 Macl. This murtherous Shaft that’s fhot, 
 
 Exeant. 
 
 Hath not yet lighted : and our fafeft way, i 
 Tstoavoidtheayme. Thereforeto'Houfe, ‘a 
 And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, PI 
 Bat fhift away : there’s warrant in that Theft, # 
 Which ftcales it felfe, when there’s no mercielefts iq 
 Exennt. * 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
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 Enter Roffe, with an Old man 
 
 Old man. Threefcore and ten I can remember well, 
 Within the volume of which Time, Thavefeene Night 
 Houres dreadfull, and things ftrange: but this fore Nt 
 Hath trifed former know ings. pa 
 
 Reffe. Ha, good Father, ; 
 een ie heavens, as troubled with mans Ad, 
 Threatens his bloody Stage : by th’ Clock'tis Days 
 And yer darke Night ftrangles the travailing Lamp¢: 
 Ist Nights predominance, or the Dayes fhame, 
 
 That darkenefle does the face of Earth iatombe, — 
 When living Light fhail kiffeit ? 
 
 Oldman. *Tis unnatural, 
 Eveniike the deed that’s done: on Tnefday laft, 
 AFaulcontowring inher prideofplace, 
 
 Was by a Mov fing Owle hawktat, and kill’d 
 
 Rolfe. And Duncans Hortes, 
 
 (Athing moft frange, and certaine) 
 Beautéous, and {wifr, the Minions of their Race, 
 Tura’d wilde in nature, broke their ftalls, flong outs 
 Contending *gainft Obedience, as they would 
 Make warre with Mankinde, 
 
 Old man..’ Tis faid, they cate each other. 
 
 Roff. They didfo:. 
 
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 Toth’amazement of mine eyes that look’d wpon't. 
 Enter Macduffes 
 Heere comes the good Afacdaffe. 
 How goes the world Sir, now @ 
 (Macd. Why {ee you not? 
 Roffe. 1s't known who did this more then bloody deed? 
 (Maca. Thole thar Macbeth hath flaine. 
 Roffé. Alastheday, 
 What good could they pretend ? 
 «Maca. They were fubborned, 
 (Malcolme, and Donolbaine the Kings twoSonnes 
 Are ftolne away and fied, which puts upon them 
 Sufpition of the deed. 
 Rofe. ’Gaint Nature ftill, 
 Thriftlefle Ambition, that will raven upon 
 Thine owne lives meanes: Then’tis moft like, 
 The Soveraignty will fall upon AZacheth. 
 Maca. He is already nam‘d, and gons to Scone 
 Tobe invefted. 
 Roffe. Where is Duncans body ? 
 Macd. Carried to Colmekill, : 
 The Sacred Store-honfe of his Predecefiors, 
 And Guardian of their Bones. 
 Roffe.. Will you to Scone? 
 Maed. No Cofin, Ile to Fife, 
 Refe. Well, I will thither: 
 Macd. Well may you fee things well done there: Adieu 
 Left our old Robes fiteafier then our new- 
 Roffe. Farewell, Father. : : 
 old M. Gods benyfon go with you fir, and with thofe 
 
 That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes. 
 Exeunt omnes. 
 
 eA tus Tertius. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Banque. 
 
 Banq. Thou halt it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, 
 As the weyward W omenpromis’d,and Ifeare 
 Thou plaid’ ft moft foully for’t : yet 1¢ was faid 
 It fhould not ftand in thy Pofterity, 
 
 But that my felfe fhould be the Roote, and Father 
 Of many Kings. If there come truth from them, 
 As upon thee Macbeth, their Speeches thine, 
 Why by the verities on thee made good, 
 May they not be my Oraciesas well, 
 And fet me up in hope. But hufh, no miore. ° 
 
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 Senit fonnded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, 
 Rojfe, Lords, and Attendants. 
 
 ‘Mach. Heere’s our chiefe Guett. 
 
 La. If he had beene forgotten, 
 It had beeneasagap inour great Feaft, 
 And all-things unbecomming- 
 
 (Mach. To night we hold afolemne Supper, fir, 
 And He requeft your prefence 
 
 Bang. Let your Highnefle ; 
 Command upon me, tothe which my duties 
 Are witha moft indiffoluble tye 
 For ever knit. 
 
 Mach, Ride you this afternoone ? 
 
 ‘Ban. I, cay good Lord. 
 
 Ma, We fhould have clfedefir'd your good. advice. | New have you confider'd of my fpeeches ? 
 
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 | (Which ftill hath been both grave, and profperous ) 
 In this dayesCouncell : but wee'le taketo morrow, 
 [s’t farre you ride? 
 _ San. Asfarre, my Lord, as will fill up the tine 
 ; he a ast) os Goe not my Horfe the better, 
 t [ ea borrower of the Night, 
 For adarke houre or twaine. 
 (Mach. Faile not our Fealt. 
 Ban, My Lord, will not. 
 ‘Mach, We heare our bloody Cozensare beftow’d 
 In England, and in Ireland, not confeffing 
 Their crael Parricide, filling their hearers 
 Withitrange inuention. But ofthatto morrow 
 When therewithall we thall have caufe of State, 
 Craving usjoyntly. Hye you tohorfe : 
 Adieu, till you returne at Night. 
 Goes Fleance with you? 
 Lan. 1, my good Lord : our time does call upon’s. 
 Mach. | with your Horfes fwift, and fure of foot : 
 And fo I doe commend you to their backs. 
 Farwell. Ext Banque: 
 Let every man be malter of histime, 
 Till feaven at Night, to make fociery 
 The {weeter welcome : 
 Wewill keepe our felfe till Sapper time alone : 
 Whilethen, God be with you. Exeunt Lords. * 
 Sirrha, a word with yon: Attend thofe men 
 Our pleafure? 
 qo They are, my Lord, without the Palace 
 
 Mach. Bring them before us. 
 
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 Exit Servants 
 | To be thus, is nothing , but to be fafely thus : 
 Our fearesin Banquo tticke deepe, 
 
 And inhis Royalty of Nature reignes that i 
 Which would be fear’d. Tis much he dares, 
 
 And to that dauntleffe remper of his Minde, 
 
 He hath a Wifdome, that doth guide his Valour, 
 To aét in fafetic. There is none but he, : 
 Whofe being I doe feare : and under him, 
 
 My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is faid 
 
 Mark Anthonies was by Cefar, He chidthe Sifters, 
 When firft they put the Name of King upon me 
 And bad them {peake to him. Then Prophet-like, 
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 They hayld him Father to a Line of Kings. 
 Vpon my headthey plac’d a fruitleffe Crowne, 
 And pat a barren’Scepter in my Gripe, 
 
 Thenceto be wrencht with an unlineall Hand, - 
 No Sonne of mine fucceeding : if’t be fo, 
 
 For Banguo’s \flue have! fil’d my Minde, 
 
 Fot them, the gracious Dwncax have I murther'd, 
 Put Rancours inthe Veffell of my Peace 
 
 Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell 
 Givento the common Enemy of Man, 
 
 To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banque Kings: 
 Rather then fo,come Fate into the Lyf, 
 
 And champion me to th’ utterance. 
 
 Who's there? 
 
 Enter Servant; and twa CUurtherers. 
 
 Now goc tothe Doore, and ftay there till we call, 
 Exit Servant, 
 Wasitnot yelterday we {poke together? 
 Marth. It was, fo ues your Highneffe. 
 Mach. Well then, 
 
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 Know, that it was he, inthe times paft, 
 Which held you fo under forturne, 
 Which you thought had beene our innocent felfe, 
 This I made good to you, in our laft conference, 
 Paft in probation with you : 
 How you were borne in hand, how croft : 
 The Inftruments ; who wrought withthem : 
 And all things elfe, that might 
 To halfea Soule, and to a Notion craz’d, 
 Say, Thus did Banquo. 
 1. Marth. You made it knowne tous. 
 (Mach, 1 did fo: 
 And went further, which is now 
 Our pointof fecond meeting. 
 Doe yon finde your patience fo predominant, 
 In your nature, that you can let this goe? 
 Are you fo Gofpell’d to pray for this good man, 
 And for his Iffue, whofe heavie hand 
 Hath bow’d you to the Grave,and begger'd 
 Yours for ever? 
 1. Marth. We are men, my Liege. 
 Mach. 1, inthe Catalogue ye goe for men, 
 As Hounds,and Greyhoundes,Mungrels Spanicls,Curres, 
 Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolves are clipt 
 All by the Name of Dogges : the valued file 
 Diftinguifhes the {wift, the flow, the fubtle, 
 The Houfe-keeper,the Hunter, every one 
 According to the gift, which bountcous Nature 
 Hath in hum clos’d ; whereby hedoes receive 
 Particular addition, from the Bill, 
 That writes them all alike ; and fo of men. 
 Now, ifyou have a ftation in the file, 
 Noti’th’ worft ranke of Manhood, fay’t, 
 And I will put chat Bufineffe in your Bofomes, 
 Whofe execution takes your Enemie off, 
 Grapples youto the heart ;and love ofus, 
 Who weare our Health but fickly in his Life, 
 Which in his Death were perfect. 
 2. Murth. lamonemy Liege, 
 Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World 
 Hath fo incens’d, that Iam reckleffe what I doe, 
 To fpight the World. 
 1. Afurth. And { another, 
 So wearie with Difafters, tuge’d with Fortune, 
 That I would fet my Life on any Chance, 
 Tomend it or be ridont. 
 Maca. Bothof you know Banque was your Enemie. 
 (Murth. True, my Lord. 
 Macb. Sois he mine: and in {uch bloody diftance, 
 That every minute of his being, thrults 
 Againft my neer’ft of Life: and though I could 
 With bare-fac’d power fweepe him from my fight, 
 And bid my willavouch its; yet I muft nor, 
 For certaine friends that are both his, and mine, 
 Whofe loves I may not drop, but wayle his fall, 
 Whol my felfe ftruacke downe: and thence it is, 
 That Ito your affifiance doe make love, 
 Masking the Bufinefle from the common Eye, 
 For fundry weightie Reafons. 
 2,Murth, We fhall, my Lord, 
 Performe what youcommand us. 
 1.( Marth. Though our Lives-———~ 
 Mash. Y our Spirits fhine through you. 
 Within this houre, at moft, 
 1 willadvife you whereto plant your felves, 
 Acquaint you with the perfeét Spy o’th’ time, 
 
 The moment on’t, for’t muft be done to Night, _ 
 And fomething fromthe Palace  alwayes thought, 
 That I requirea cleareneffe ; and with him, 
 To leave no Rubs nor Botches inthe Worke: 
 Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie, 
 W hofe abfence is noleffe materiallto me, 
 Thenis his Fathers, muft embrace the fate 
 Of that darke houre : refolue your felves apart, 
 Ile come to youanon. 
 
 Murth. Weare refolu’'d, my Lord. 
 
 Mach. Ue call upon you firaight : abide within, 
 It isconcluded : Banquo, thy Soules flight, 
 
 If it finde Heaven, muft finde it outto Night. Exennt. 
 
 Scena Secunda, 
 
 Enter Macheths Lady,aud a Servant. 
 
 Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court? 
 Servant. 1, Madame, but returnes againe to Night. 
 Lady. Say tothe King, I would attend his leyfure, 
 For a tew words. 
 Servant. Madame, I will. 
 Lady. Nought’s had, all’s fpent, 
 Where our defire is got without content + 
 ’ Tis fafer, to be that which we deftroy, 
 Then by deftruction dwell in doubtful joy. 
 Ester Macbeth. 
 How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone? 
 Of forryeft Francies your Companions making, 
 Viing thofe Thoughts, which fhould indeed have dy 
 With themthey thinke on: things without all remedi¢ 
 Should be without regard: what’s done, is done: — 
 (Mach. We have icorch’d the Snake, not kill’d Its 
 Shee’le clofe, and be her felfe, whileft our puore Malice 
 Remaines in danger of her former Tooth, 
 Butlet the frame of things dif-joynt, 
 Both the Worlds fuffer, 
 Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and fleepe 
 Inthe affliion of thefe terrible Dreames, 
 That thake us Nightly : Better be with thedead, 
 Whom we, to gayne our place , have fent to peace: 
 Then on the torture of the Minde tolye 
 Inreftleffe extafie: 
 Duncane isih his Grave: ee 
 After Lifes fitfull Fever, he fleepes well, 
 Treafon ha’s done his worft : nor Steele nor Poyfon, 
 Malice domeftique, forraine Levie,nothing, 
 Can touch him further. 
 Lady. Come on : 
 Gentle my Lord, fleeke o’re your ragged Lookes, 
 Be bright and Iovial}’mong your Guefts to Night. 
 (Mach. So fhall 1 Love and fo I pray beyous 
 Let your remembrance ftill apply te Banquo, 
 Prefent him Eminence,both with Eye and Tongue: 
 Vnfafe the while, chat we muft lave 
 Our Honorsin thefe flattering ftreames , 
 And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts, 
 Difguifing what they are. 
 Lady. Youmutt leave this. ea 
 ‘Mach, O, fall of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife: 
 Thou know’ft, that Banguoand his Feans lives. 
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Lady. But inthem, Natures Coppie’s not eterne. 
 Mach, There’s comfort yet, they are affaileable; 
 Then be thou jocunds ere the Bat hath flowne 
 His Cloyfter’d flight, ere to blacke Heccats {ummions 
 The fhard-borne Beetle, with his drowfie hums, 
 Hath rung Nights yawning Peale, 
 There {hall be donea deed of dreadfull note. 
 
 (Mach: Be innocent of the knowledge, deareft Chuck, 
 Till thou applaud the deed : Come, feeling Night, 
 Skarfe up the tender Eye of pittifull Day, 
 
 And with thy bloody and invifible Hand 
 
 Cancell and teareto pieces that great Bond, 
 
 Which keepes me pale. Light thickens, 
 
 And the Crow makes Wing to th’ Rookie Wood: 
 Good things of Day begin todroope,and drowfes 
 Whiles nights black Agents to their Prey’s dee rowfe, 
 Thou marvel! {tat my words : but holdthee ftill, 
 Things bad begun, make ftreng themfelves by ill : 
 
 So prythee goe with me. Exennt. 
 
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 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter three murtherers. 
 
 1. But who did bid thee joyne with us ? 
 
 3+ Adacheth. 
 
 2. Heneedes not our miftruft, fince he delivers 
 Our Oxfices, and what we have todoe, 
 
 Tothe direction juft, 
 
 1, Then ftand withus. 
 The Welt yet glimmers with fome ftreakes of Days 
 Now fpurres the lateft Traveller apace, 
 
 To gayne the timely Inne, andneere approches 
 The fubject of our Watch. 
 
 3. Hearke, I heare Horfes.. 
 
 Banquo within, Give usa Light there, hoa, 
 
 2. Then 'tishee : 
 
 The reft, that are within the note of expectation, 
 Already are ith’ Court. 
 1. His Horles goe abont. 
 . Almofta mile : but he does nfually, 
 So all men doe, from hence to th’ Pallace Gate 
 Make it their Walke. 
 
 Enter Banquoand Fleans, wish 4 Torch. 
 
 2. A Light, a Light. 
 3. ’Tis hee, 
 _ 1. Standtoo’t. : 
 
 Bax, Ic willbe Rayne to Night. 
 1. Let ir come downe- 
 Ban. O,Trecherie! 
 
 Flye godd Fieans, flyc, flye, flye, 
 
 Thou may’ft revenge. O Slave! 
 3. Whodid firike out the Light ? 
 1. Was’t notthe way? ; 
 
 " ‘There's but one downe : the Sonne is fied. 
 
 2. We have loft 
 
 Beft halfe of our Affaire. q 
 1. Well, let’s away, and fay how much is done: 
 ; Exeunt. 
 
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 Lady. What's tobe done? 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Banquet :prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady ,Roffe, Lenox , 
 Lord;, and e Attendants, 
 
 Maeb. You know your owne degrees ,fit downe: 
 At firft and laft, the hearty welcome. . 
 Lords, Thankes to your Majefty. 
 Mach, Our felfe will mingle with Society, 
 And play the humble Hoft : 
 Our Holteffe keepes her State, butin the beft time 
 We will require her welcome. 
 La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends, 
 For my heart {peakes, they are welcome. 
 Enter firft Moartherer. 
 MacbSce they encounter thee with their heartsthanks 
 Both fides are even: heere Ile fit i’rh’ mid’ ft, 
 Be large in mirth, anon wee’l drinke a Meafare 
 The Tabie round. There’s blood uponthy face. 
 Mur. ’Vis Banguo's then. } 
 (Mach. Tis better thee without, then he within. 
 Ishe difpatch'd? 
 (Mur, My Lord his throat is cut, that Idid for him: 
 Mac Thouartthe belt o’th’ Cut-throats, 
 Yet hee’s good that did the like for Fleans : 
 If thou did’ft it, thon art the Non-pareill. 
 Mur. Molt Royall Sir 
 Fleans is {cap'd. 
 Mach. Then comes my Fit againe : 
 Thad elfe beene pertect ; 
 Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke, 
 As broad, and generall, as the cafing Ayre : 
 But now I am cabin’d, crib’d, confin’d, bound in 
 Tofawcy doubts, and feares. But Banguo’s fafe ? 
 Mur. 1, my good Lord : fafe ina ditch he bides, 
 With twenty trenched gathes on his head ; 
 Theleaft a Death to Nature. 
 Mach. 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’ prefent. Get thee gone, to morrow 
 Wee'l heare our felves againes Exits (Murderer. 
 Lady. My Royall Lord, 
 You.do not give the Cheere, the Feaft is fold 
 That is not often vouch‘, while’tismaking: 
 Tis given, with welcome : to feede were beit at home: 
 From thence, the fawce to meate is Ceremony, 
 Meeting werebare without it. 
 
 Enter the Ghoit of Banguo,andl fits in Machetks place. 
 
 (Mach. Sweet Remembrancer : 
 Now good digeftion waite on Appetite, 
 And health on both. ’ : 
 Lenox, MMay’t pleafe your Highneffe fit, 
 Mach. Here had we now our Countries Honor,roof'd, 
 Were the grac’d perfon of our Banquo prefent ; 
 Who may I rather challenge for unicindneffe, 
 Then pitty for Mifchance. 
 Roff. His abfence (Sir) 
 Layes blame upotihispromife, Pleas’t yonr highneffe 
 To grace us with your Royall Company ? 
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 Mach. The Table’s full. 
 Lenox, Here isa place referv'd Sir. 
 Mach, Where? 
 Lenox. Heere my good Lord. 
 Whatis’tthar moves your Highneffe ? 
 (Mach. Which of you have done this? 
 Lords, What, my good Lord? 
 Mach. Thou canft not fay I did it;never fhake 
 Thy goary lockes at me, 
 Roffe.. Gentiemen rife, his Highneffe is not well, 
 Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is oftenthus, 
 
 | And hath beene from his youth, Pray you keepe Seat, 
 
 The fit is momentany , upon athought 
 
 | He will againe be well. If much younote him 
 
 You fhall offend him, and extend his Paffion, 
 Feed, and regard himnot. Are youa man? 
 Mach. 1,and abold one, that darelooke on that 
 Which might appall the Divell. 
 La, O proper f{tuffe : 
 This is the very painting of your feare : 
 Thisisthe Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you {aid 
 Led you to Dasue O, thefe flawes and ftarts 
 (Impofters to true feare) would well become 
 A womans ftory ata Winters fire 
 Authoriz’d by her Grandam: fhame itfelfe, 
 
 | Why do you make fiich faces ? When all’s done 
 | You looke but on a ftoole, 
 
 CUach. Prytheefee there: « 
 Behold, looke, loc, how fay you: 
 Why what care I, if thon canft nod, {peake too, 
 If Charnell houfes, and our Graves muit fead 
 Thofethat we bury, backe; our Monuments 
 Shall be the Mawes of Kytes. 
 La, What? quite unmann‘d in folly. 
 CMaeb, If 1 ttand heere, Ifaw him. 
 Za. Fie for fhame. 
 Mach, Blood hath bene fhed ere now, i’th’ olden time 
 Ere huanane Statute purg’ dthegentle Weale : 
 I, and fiace too, Murthers have bene perform'd 
 Too terrible for the eare. The times have beene, 
 That when the Braines were out, the man would dye, 
 And there anend ; But now they rifeagaine 
 Withtwenty mortall murthers on their crownes, 
 And puth us from our ftooles. Thisis more ftrange 
 Then fuch a marther is. 
 La. My worthy Lord 
 Your Noble Friends dolacke you. 
 Mach. I do forget : 
 Do not mufe at me my moft worthy Friends, 
 I have a ftrange infirmity, whichis nothing 
 Tothofethat know me. Come, love and health to all, 
 Then Ile fit downe: Give me fome Wine, fill full: 
 Enter Ghoft, 
 I drinke toth’ general joy.o’th’ whole Table, 
 And to our deere Friend Banque, whom we miffe : 
 Would he were heere ; to all; and him we thirft, 
 And ali toall. 
 Lords. Our duties,and the pledge. 
 (Mae. Auant, & quit my fight,let the earth hide thee; 
 Thy bones are marrowleffe, thy blood is cold : 
 Thou haft no fpeculation in thofe eyes 
 Which thou dott glare with. 
 La. Thinke of this good Peeres 
 Butasathing of Cuftome :*Tisno other, 
 Onely it {poyles the pleafure of the time. 
 (Mach. What man dare, I dare : 
 
 Exit Ghost. 
 
 Tie Teagedioof NE acheth 
 
 Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian Beare; 
 The arm’d Rhinoceros; or th’ Hircan Tiger, 
 Takeany fhape but that, and my firme Nerves 
 Shall never tremble. Or be alive againe, 
 And dare meto the Defart withthy Sword: 
 If trembling I inhabit ,then proteft me 
 The Baby ofa Gisle: Hence horrible fhadow, 
 Vnreallmock’ry hence. W hy fo, being gone 
 Jama mhanagaine : pray you fit ftill, 
 La, You have difplac’d the mirth, 
 Broke the good meeting , with moft admir'd diforder. 
 Macb. Can {uch things be, 
 And overcomé us like a Summers Clowd, 
 Without our {peciall wonder ? You makeme ftrange 
 Evento the dilpofition that I owe, 
 When now J thinke you ¢an behold fuch fights, 
 And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes, 
 When mine is blanchd with feare, 
 Roffe. What fignes.my Lord? . 
 La. I pray you {peake not: he growes worfe & worfe, 
 Queftion enrages him : atonce, goodnight. 
 Stand not upon the order of your going, 
 But go at once. 
 Len. Good night, and better health 
 Attend his Majeity. 
 La, Akinde goodnight to all. 
 Mach. it will have blood they fay : 
 Blood will have Blood : 
 Stones have beene knowne to meve,& Trees to fpeake: 
 Augures, and underltood Relations, have 
 By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth 
 The fecretft man ot blood. Whatisthe night? 
 La. Almoft et oddes with morning,whichis which. 
 (Mach. How fayft thou that A4aedsff denies his perfon 
 At our great bidding. baie 
 La. Did you fend to him Sir? 
 Mach. Uheare it by the way : But I will fends 
 There’s nota one of them but in his houfe 
 1 keepe a Servant Feed, I willte morrow 
 (And betimesI will) tothe wizard Sifters. 
 More fhall they {peake: for now I am bentto know 
 By the worft meanes, the worft, for mine owne good, 
 All caufes fhall give way, lam in bloed 
 Spent info farre, that fhould I wade no more, 
 Returning wereas tedious as go ore: 
 Strange thingsI have in head, that willto hand, 
 Which muft be aéted, ere they may befcand. 
 La. Youlacke the {eafon of all Natures, fleepe. 
 Mach. Come, weelto fleepes My ftrange & felf-abufe 
 Isthe initiate feare, that wants hard nfe: 
 Weare yet but young indeed. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exeunt Lords: 
 
 Exennt. 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
 ——___. 
 
 Thunder. Enter the three Watches meeting 
 Heeat, 
 
 1. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly? 
 Hee. Have I not reafon (Beldams) as youare ? 
 
 Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare 
 To Trade, and Trafticke with AZacbeth, 
 In Riddles, and Affaires of death ; 
 
 ‘And 
 
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 A teers angen ER EE re ——— 
 
 And I the Miftris of your Charmes, 
 The clofe contriver of all harmes, 
 Was tiever call’d to beare my parc, 
 Or thew the glory ofour Art ? 
 And which is worfe, all you have done 
 Hath beene but for a way ward Sonne, 
 Spightfull,and wrathfull, who (as others do) 
 Loves for his owne ends, not for you. 
 But make amends now : Get you gon, 
 And at the pit of Acheren 
 Meete me i’th’ Morning : thither he 
 Will come, to know his Dettinie, 
 Your Veffels, and your Spels provide, 
 Your Charmes, and every thing befide ; 
 Tam for th’ Ayre : -This night Ile {pend 
 Vnto a difmall, anda Fatall end. 
 Great bufinefle muft be wrought ere Noone. 
 Vpon the Corner of the Moone, 
 There hangs 2 vap'rous drop profound, 
 Ile catch it ere it come to ground ; 
 And that diftill’d by Magicke flights, 
 Shall rife fuch Artificiall Sprights, 
 As by the ftrength of their illufion, 
 Shall draw him on te his Confufion. 
 He fhall {purne Fate; {corne Death,and beare 
 His hopes *bove Wifedome, Grace, and Feare ; 
 And youall know, Security 
 Ismortals cheefeft Enemic, 
 CMuficke, and a Song. 
 Hearke, I am call’d : my little Spirit fee 
 Sits in a Foggy cloud, and ftayes for mes 
 Sing wiibin. Come away ,come AWAY C6 
 r Come, let’s make haft, fhee’l foone be 
 Backe againe, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Sexta. 
 
 Enter Lenox, and another Lord. 
 
 Lenox. My former Specches, 
 Have but hit your Thoughts 
 Which can interpret farther ; Onely I fay 
 Things have bin {trangely borne, The gracious Duncan 
 Was pittied of Afacheth: marry he was dead : 
 And the right valiant Bamquo walk’d too late. 
 Whom you may fay (if’t pleafe you) Fécans kill'd, 
 For Féeans fled s Men mutt not walke too late. 
 
 | Who cannot want the thought, how montftrous 
 
 It was for (Malcolme, and for Donalbane 
 To kill their gracious Father ? Damned Fact, 
 Howit did greeve Macbeth ? Did he not ftraight 
 
 In pious rage, the two delinquents teare, 
 
 That were the Slaves of drinke, and thralles of fleepe > 
 Was not that Nobly done ? I, and wifely too 
 
 For ‘twould have anger’d any heart alive 
 
 To hearethemendeny’t. So that I fay, 
 
 He ha’s borne all things well , and I do thinke, 
 
 That had he Dancaxs Sonnes under the Key, 
 
 (As and’ pleafe Heaven he thall not) they fhall finde 
 What twere to killa Father : So thould Fleans, 
 
 Bat peace; for from broad words, and caufe he fayl’d’ 
 Hisprefence at the Tyrants Feaft; I heare 
 
 Macduff lives indifgraces Sir,can you tell 
 
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 Where he beftewes himielfe? 
 
 Lerd, The Sonnes of Duncane 
 (From whom this Tyrant holds the dué of Birth ) 
 Livein the Englith Court, and is receyv’d 
 Of the moft Pious Edward, with fuch grace, 
 That the malevolence of Fortane,nothing 
 Takes from hishigh refpe@, Thither Aacduffe 
 Is gone, to pray the Holy King, upon his ayd 
 Towake Northumberland ; and warlike Seyward, 
 That by the helpe of thefe (with him above 
 To ratifie the Worke) we may againe 
 Giveto our Tables meate, fleepeto our Nights : 
 Free from our Featls, and Banquets bloody knives ; 
 Do faithfull Honhage, and receive free Honers, 
 All which we pine for néw. And this report 
 Hath fo exafperate their King, that hee 
 Prepares for {ome attempt of Warre, 
 
 Len. Sent he to Macduffe ? 
 
 Lord; He didiand with an abfolute, Sir, not I, 
 Theclowdy Meflenger turnes me his backe, 
 And hums; as who fhould {ay , you’l rue the time 
 That clogges me with this Anfwer, 
 
 Lenox. And that well might 
 Advife him taa Caution, t’hold what diftanée 
 His wifedome can provide, Some holy Angell 
 Flye to the Court of England, and unfold 
 His Meflage ere he come, that a fwift bleffing 
 May foone returne to this our fuffering Country, 
 Vuder @ hand accurs’d. 
 
 Lrrd, Te fend my Prayers with him, Exeunt 
 
 Adus Quintus. Scena Prina, 
 
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 Thunder. Enter the three witches. 
 t Thricethe brinded Cat hath mew’d, 
 2 Thrice,and once the Hedges P igge whin’d.” 
 3 Harpier cries, ‘tis time, ’tis time, 
 1 Roundabout the Caldron go :. 
 Inthe poy{ond Entrailes throw 
 Toad, that under cold ftone, 
 Dayes and Nights, ha’sthirty one : 
 Sweltred Venom fleeping got, 
 Boyle theu firft ith’ charmed pot, 
 ell. Double, double, toile and trouble ; 
 Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 
 2 Fillet ofa Fenny Snake, 
 In the Cauldron boyle and bake : 
 Eye of Newt, and Tocof Frogge: 
 Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogee : 
 Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting, 
 Lizards legge, and Howlets wing : 
 For a Charme of powerfull trouble, 
 Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble. 
 ell. Double, double, toyle and trouble, 
 Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 
 3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, 
 Witches Mummy, Maw, and Gulfe 
 Of the ravin’d fale Sea fharke 3 
 Rooté of Hemlocke, digg’di’th darke : 
 Liver ef Blafpherhing lew. 
 Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew, 
 Sliver'd in the Moones Ecclipfe: 
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 Nofe of Turke, and Tartarslips: 
 | Finger of Birth-ftrangled Babe, 
 ’ Ditch-deliver’d by a Drab, 
 
 Make the Grwell thicke, and flab. 
 
 Adde thereto a Tigars Chawdron, 
 
 For th’ Ingredience o“our Cawdron. 
 
 All. Double, double, toyleand trouble, 
 Fire butne, and Cauldron bubble. 
 2 Coole it with a Baboones blood, 
 Then the Charme is firme and good. 
 
 Enter Hecat,, and the other three Witches. 
 
 Hes. O welldone: I commend your paines, 
 And every one fhall fhare i’th’ gaines + 
 And now about the Cauldron fing 
 Like Elvesand Fairiesina Ring, 
 Inchaating all that you put in. 
 Muaficke and a Song. Blacke S, pIrits OC» 
 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes, 
 Something wicked this way comes: 
 Open Lockes, who ever knockes, 
 Enter Macbeth. 
 Mach. How now you feeret, black,& midnight Hags? 
 Whatis't you do ? 
 All. A deed withouta name, 
 Mach. 1 conjure you, by that which you Profeffe, 
 (How cre you come to know it) anfwer me + _ 
 Though you untye the Windes, and let them fight 
 Againit the Churches ; Though the yefty, Waves 
 Confound and {wallow Navigation up : 
 Though bladed Corne be lodg’d, & Trees blown downe, 
 Though Caftles topple on their Warders heads : 
 Though Palaces, and Pyramids do flope 
 Their heads to their Foundations : Though the treafure 
 Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether, 
 Even till deftruction ficken: Anfwereme 
 To what I aske you. 
 1 Speake. 
 2 Demand. 
 2 Wee'lanfwer. 
 1 Say, ifth’ hadft rather heare it from our mouthes, 
 Or from our Matters. 
 Atacb, Cali’em: let me fee’em. 
 1 Powre in Sowesbloed, that hath eaten 
 Her nine Farrow : Greace that's {weatea 
 From the Murtherers Gibbet, throw 
 Into the Flame, 
 eA, Come high or low : 
 Thy Selfe and Oitice deaftly fhow. Thunder, 
 1. Apparation, an Armed Head. 
 Mach, Tell me thouunknowne power. 
 t He knowesthy thought: 
 Heare his fpeech, but fay thou nought. 
 1 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: 
 Beware Macduffe, 
 Beware the Thane of Fife : difmiffe me. Enough. 
 He Defcends. 
 (Mach, What ere thou art,for thy good caution,thanks 
 Thou haft harp’d my fearearight. But one word mere. 
 1 He will not be commanded : heere’s another 
 More potent then the firft. Thsnder 
 2 Apparition a Bloody Childe. 
 2eAppar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. 
 Mach. Had i threeearesy 11'd heare theee 
 2 Appar. Be bloody, beld,and refolate : 
 
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 Laugh to {corne 
 
 The power of man : For none of woman borne 
 
 Shall harme AZacbeth. Defends. 
 Mac. Thenlive Afacduffe s what need I feare of thee # 
 
 But yet Ile make affurance , doublefure, 
 
 And take a Bond of Fate : thou fhalt notlive: 
 
 That 1 may tell pale-hearted Feare, itlies ; 
 
 And flcepe in fpight of Thunder. Thunder. 
 
 3 eA pparation,a Childe Crowued, with a Tree in bis hand, 
 
 What is this, that rifes like the iffse ofa King, 
 
 And weares upon his Baby-brow, the round 
 
 And top of Soveraignty ? 
 
 All. Liften, but {peake not too’t. 
 
 3 edppar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take nocates 
 Who chafes, who frets, or where Confpirers are ¢ 
 AMacheth fall never vanquifh’d be, untill 
 Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunfinane Hill 
 Shall come againft him. 
 
 Mach, That willnever be : ) 
 Who can impreffe the Forreft, bid the Tree 
 Vnfixe his carth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good: 
 Rebellious dead, rife never till the Wood 
 Of Byrnam rife, and our high plac’d Macbeth 
 Shailiive the Leafe of Nature, pay his breath 
 To time,and mortali Cultome. Yet my heart 
 T hrobs to knowone thing ; Tell me, if your Art 
 Can tell fo much : Shali Bangme’s iflueever 
 Reigne in this Kingdome ? 
 
 All. Seeketoknow nomore, 
 
 (Mach, 1 willbe fatisfied, Deny methis, 
 
 And an eternail Curfe fall on you ; Let me know. 
 Why finkes that Caldron ? & what noyfeis this ? Hoboyts 
 
 1, Shewe 
 
 2 Shew. 
 
 3 Shews 
 
 ed. Shew his Eyes, and greeve his Heart, 
 Come like fhadowés, {fo depart. 
 
 ee fhew of eight Kings, and Banquo laft, witha glaffs 
 in his hand. Ate 
 
 Mach. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banguo : Down’ 
 Thy Crowne do's feare mine Eye-balse Andthy haire 
 Thou other Gold-bound-brow, islike the firfts 
 A third, islike the formers Filthy Hagges, 
 Why do you fhew me this ? =——A fourth ? Start eye! 
 What will the Line ftretclr out to’th’ cracke of Doome? 
 Another yet ? A feaventh? tle fee nomore : 
 
 And yet the eight appears, who beares a glafle, 
 Which fhewes me many more : and fome I fee,; * 
 That two-fold Bailes, and trebble Scepters carry 
 Horriblefight : Now I fee tis true, 
 
 For the Blood-bolter’d Banquo {miles upon me, 
 And points at them for his. W hatisthis fo ? 
 
 1 ISir,allthisisfo, But why 
 
 Stands (Macbeth thnsamazedly ? 
 
 Come Sifters, cheere we up his fpriglits, 
 
 And fhew the beft of our delights. 
 
 Ile Charmé the Ayre to givea found, 
 
 While you performe your Antiqze round : 
 
 That this great King may kindly fay, 
 
 Our duties, did his welcome pay. eM ofickes 
 The witches Dance, and vanifh. 
 
 (Macb.W bereare they ? Gone? 
 Let this pernitious houre, 
 
 Stand aye accurfed in the Kalender. 
 Come in, without there, 
 Lenox. W hat’s your Graces will, 
 
 Defend ; 
 
 Enter Lenox 
 
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 ‘Mach: Saw you the Wizard Sihers ? 
 Lenox. No my Lord. 
 (Macb. Came they not by you? 
 Lenox. No indeed my Lord. 
 Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride, 
 And damn’d all thofe that truft them. I did heare 
 The gallopping of Horfe. Who was’t came by ? 
 Len, Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word : 
 
 Macduff is fled to England. 
 
 Macb. Fledto England ? 
 
 Len. I, my good Lord. ) 
 
 Mach. Time, thou anticipat’ft my dread exploits: 
 The flighty purpofe never iso’re-tooke 
 Vnleflethe deed go with it, From this moment, 
 The very firftling of my heart fhallbe 
 The firtilings of my hand. Andeven now 
 
 The Cattle of (Macduff, I willfurprize. 
 
 Seize upon Fife ; give to th’ edge oth’ Sword 
 His Wife, his Babes, and all unfortunate Soules 
 That trace himinhis Line. No boafting likea Foole, 
 This deed Ile do, before this purpofe coole, 
 
 But no more fights. Where are thefe Gentlemen ? 
 Comic bring me where they are. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Macduffes Wife, ber Son, and Rolfe. 
 
 Roffe, You mutt have patience Madam. 
 
 wife. He had none: 
 His flight was madnefie : when our Actions donot, 
 Our fearesdo make bs Traitors, 
 
 Rofe, Fou know tior 
 
 Wharher icwas his wifedome, or his feare. 
 
 | — geife.. W ifedom? to leave his wife, to leave his Babes, 
 1 His Manfion, and his Titles, ina place 
 
 } Frou whence bimfelfe does flye? He loves us not. 
 
 He wants the naturall touch. for the poore Wren 
 (Themott diminiuive of Birds) will fight, 
 Her young ones in her N eft ; againft the Owle : 
 Allisthe Feare,and nothing is the Love; 
 Aslittle is the Wifedome, where the flight 
 Sorunnes again all reafon, 
 Roffe. My deereft Cooz, ; 
 I pray you ichoole your felfe, Butfor your Husband, 
 He is Noble, Wife, [udicious, and beft knowes 
 The fitso’th’ Seafon. I dare not fpeake much further, 
 But cruell are the times, when weare Traitors 
 “And do not know eur felves: when we hold Rumor 
 From what wefeare,yet know not w hat we feare, 
 But floate upona wilde and violent Sea 3 
 Each way,and move. Itake my leave of you's 
 Shall not be long but Ile be hereagaine: _ 
 Things at the worft will ceafe, or elfeclimbe upward; 
 To what they were before My pretty Cofine, 
 Bleffing upon yous 
 Wife.Father'd dels,» 
 And yet hée's F atherleffe. : 
 Roffe. Lam fo mucha Foole,(hould I ftay longer 
 It would be my difgrace, and your difcomforte 
 I take my leaveat once « Exit Roffe, 
 
 aerate pa 
 
 To Crown my thoughts with Ads: be it thought & done: | 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Wife. What had hee done, to make him fly the Land ? 
 
 | 
 
 Run away I pray you. 
 
 Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead, 
 
 And what will you donow-? How will you live ? 
 Son, As Birds do Mother. ; 
 Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes? 
 
 Son. With what I get,andfo.do they. 
 
 Wife. P oore bird, ; 
 
 Thoud’ft never Feare the Net,nor Line, 
 
 The Pitfall, nor the Gin. 
 
 Son, Why fhould I Mother? 
 
 Poore Birds they are not fet for : 
 
 My Father is not dead for all your faying. 
 
 Wife; Yes, he is dead: 
 
 How wilt thou doe for a Father ? 
 
 Son. Nay how will you doe fora husband ? 
 
 Wife, Why I can buy me twenty at any Markets 
 
 Son. Then you’i by’em ¢o fell againe, 
 
 Wife. Thoufpeak’tt with all thy wit. 
 
 And yet I’faith with wit enough for thee, 
 
 Son, Was my Father a Traitor, Mother? 
 
 Wife. 1, that he was. 
 
 Son, Whatis a Traitor ? 
 
 Wife. Why oné that {weares, and lyes, 
 
 Sow. And be all Traytors, that doe fo. * 
 
 Wife, Every one that do’s fo, isa Traitor, 
 And muft be hang’d. 
 
 Son. And mult they all be hang’d, that {wear and lye? 
 
 Wife, Every one. 
 
 Sen. V Vbo mutt hang them ? 
 
 Wife. VV hy; the honeft men, 
 
 Son, Then the Liarsand Swearersare Fools: for there 
 are Lyars and Swearersenow, tobeate the honeft men, 
 and hang up them, 
 
 Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie : 
 
 But how wilt thon doe fora Father ? 
 
 Son, Ifhee weredead; youl’d weepefor him: ifyou 
 would notit were agood figne, that I fhould quickely 
 have anew Father. 
 
 Son, Poorepratiér, how thou talk’ ft ? 
 
 Enter a Meffenger, 
 
 Mef, Bleffe you faire Dame: Iam not to you knowne, 
 Though in your ftate of hononr Iam perfect; 
 
 I doubt fome danger does approach you neerelys 
 
 If you willrakca homely mansadvice, 
 
 Be not found heere : hence with your little ones : 
 
 To fright youthus, Methinkes! am to favage : 
 
 To do worfe to you, were fell Cruelty, 
 
 VVhich istoo nie your perfon.Heanen preferve you, 
 
 I dareabidé no longer. Exit Meffenger. 
 wife. Whether fhould I flye? 
 
 I have done noharme, But Iremember now 
 
 I am inthis earthly world : where to doe harme 
 
 Is often laudable, to doe good fometime 
 
 Accounted dangerous folly. Why then (alas) 
 Doe! put up thac womanly defence, 
 To fay I had done no harme? 
 What are thefe faces? 
 Enter Murtherers. 
 
 Mur. Whereis your husband ? 
 
 wife. Uhope inno place fo unfanaified, 
 Where fuch as thou mayft find him. 
 
 Mur. He's a Traitor. 
 
 Sor, Thou lyf thou fiagge-car’d Villaine: 
 
 Maur. What you Egge ? 
 
 Yong fry of Treachery ? 
 
 Son. He has killdme Mother, 
 
 Exit crying Murther, 
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The T ragedicof <M acbeth. 
 
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 Scena Tertia. 
 
 IOS 2 Sie tS Es a at PE PE OE 
 Emer Malcolme and Macdnffe. 
 
 (Mal. Letus eeke out fome defolate fhade, & there 
 Weepe our fad bofomes empty. 
 CMacd. Letusrather 
 Hold faitthe mortall Sword : and like good men, 
 Beftride our downfall Birthdome ; cach new bforne, 
 
 | Asif it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out 
 | Like Syllable of Dolour, 
 (Mal. What I beleeve, Ile waile ; 
 What know, beleeve ; and what I can redreffe, 
 As I thall finde the time to friend , I will. 
 What you have {poke, it may be fo perchance. 
 This Tyrant, whofe fole name blifters our tongues, 
 Was once thought honeft : you havelov'd him well, 
 He hath not touch’d you yet, am young, but fomething 
 You may difcerne of him through me, and wifedome 
 To offer up a weake, poore innocent Lambe 
 T appeafean angry God. 
 Macd. 1 am not treacherous. 
 Male. But Macbeth is. 
 A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle 
 In an Imperiall charge. But I fhall crave your pardon : 
 That which yon are, my thoughts cannot tran{pote ; 
 Angels are bright ftill, though the brightefi fell. 
 Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace 
 Yet Grace mutt full looke fo. 
 Macd, T have loft my Hopes. 
 Male, Perchance even there 
 Where I did finde my doubts 
 Why in that rawnefle left you Wife,and Children? 
 Thofe precious Motives, thofe {trong knots of Love, 
 Without leave-taking. I pray you, 
 Let normy Iealoufies, be your Difhonors, 
 Bur mine owne Safeties : you may be rightly juft, 
 What ever I fhall thinke. 
 Maca. Blecd, bieed poore Country, 
 Great Tyrany , lay thou thy bafs fure, 
 For goodneffe dare not check thee: weare} thy wrongs 
 The Title is affear'd. Farethee weli Lord, 
 T would not be the Villaine that thou think’ft, 
 For the whole Space that’s in the Tyrants Grafpe, 
 And the rich Eaft to boor. 
 Mal. Be not offended : 
 I {peake moras in abfolute feare of you : 
 I thinkeour Country finkes beneath the yoake, 
 It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gafh 
 Is added to her wounds. IJ thinke withall, 
 There would be hands uplifted in my right ¢ 
 And here from gracious England have I offer 
 Of goodly thonfands, But for all this, 
 When I fhall tread upon the Tyrants head, 
 Or weare it on my Sword ;. yetmy poore Country 
 Shall have more vices then it had before, 
 More fuffer,and more {undry wayesthen ever, 
 By him that fhallfucceede. 
 Maca. What fhould he be ? 
 Mai. Itismy felte I mezne :in whom I know 
 All che particulars of Vice fo grafted, 
 
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 In my Voluptuoufneffe : Your Wives, your Daughters, 
 New Widdowes howle,new Orphans cry, new forowes | Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill up * 
 Strike Heaven on the face, that it refounds The Cefterne of my Luft, and my Defire 
 
 That when they fhall be open’d, blacke Macbeth 
 Will feeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State 
 Efteeme him asa Lambe, being compar’d 
 With my confineleffe harmes. 
 
 Maca, Not inthe Legions 
 Of horrid Hell, can come a Divell more damn’d 
 Inevils, to top Afacheth. 
 
 Macb. 1 grant him Bloody, : 
 Luxurious, Auaricious, Falfe, Deceitfull, 
 Sodaine, Malicious, {moal ing of every finne 
 That ha’sa name. But there’s no hottome,none 
 
 All continent Impediments would ore-beare 
 That did oppofe my will. Better AZacbeth, 
 Then fuch an one to reigne. 
 
 Macd. Boundleffe intemperance 
 In Nature is a Tyranny : It hath beene 
 Th’ untimely emptying of the happy Throne, 
 
 And fall of many Kings. But feare not yet 
 
 Totake upon you whatis yours : you may 
 
 Convey your pleafures in a {pacious plenty, : 
 And yet feeme cold. The time you may fo hoodwinke + 
 We have willing Dames enough : there cannot be 
 That Vulture in you, to devoure fo many 
 
 As will to Greacntfle dedicate themfelves; 
 
 Finding it {0 inclinde. 
 
 (Mal. Withthis, there growes 
 In my moft ill-compos’d Affection, fach 
 A {tanchleffe Auarice , that were I King, 
 
 I fhouid cut off the Nobles for their Lands, 
 Defire his lewels, and this others Honfe, 
 And my more-having,would be as a Sawce 
 To make me hunger more, that I fhould forge 
 Quarrels unjuft againtt the Good and Loyal, 
 Deitroying them far wealth. 
 
 (Macd. This Auarice 
 {tickes deeper : growes with more pernicious rote 
 Then Summer-feeming Luft : and it hath bin 
 The Sword of our flaine Kings: yet do not feare, 
 Scotland hath Foyfonsto fill np your will 
 Of your.mecre Owne. Allthefe are portable, 
 
 With other Graces weigh’d. 
 
 (Mal. But Ihave none. The King-becoming Graces, 
 As luftice, Verity, Temp’rance, Stablenefle, 
 Bounty, Perfeverance, Mercy, Lowlineffe, 
 Devotion, Patience, Courage, fortitude, 
 
 T have no relifh of them, but abound 
 
 In the divifion of each feverall Crime, 
 
 Acting it many wayes. Nay hadI power I fhould 
 Pontre the {weet Milkcof Concord , into Hell, 
 Vprore the univerfall peace, confound 
 
 All unity on earth. 
 
 (Maca. O Scotland, Scotland. 
 
 Mai. If fuch a one be fit to governe, {peake : 
 Tam as | have {poken. 2 
 
 Mac.Fit to govern? No not tolive.O Nation miferable! 
 With an untitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred, 
 When fhalt thou fee thy wholfome dayes againe? 
 Since that the trueft Iffue of thy Throne 
 
 By his owne Interdiction Roads accurft, 
 
 And do’s blafpheme his breed ? Thy Royall Father 
 Was a moft Sainted-King : the Queene that bore thee, . 
 Oftner upon her knees, then on her feet, 
 Dy'deevery day theliv’d. Fare thee well, 
 
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 Thefe Evils thou repeat’{t upon thy felfe, f 
 Hath banifht me from Scotland. O my Breft, | 
 Thy hopeends heer. _ st | Isthere fearfe ask’d for who, and good menslives 
 Mal. Macdaff this t loble paffion Expire before the Flowers intheis Caps, 
 Childe of integrity, hath from my foule | Dying, or ere they fickens 
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 es made, not mark’d ; Where violentforrow feemes 
 A Moderne extafie : The Deadmans knell, 
 
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 Wip’dthe blacke Scruples, reconcil’d my thoughts (Macd. slatioyn. : ; Ul 
 To a good Taek Honor. Divellith Sieh, Male rere ti " phe pais ana Been 
 ; . r’sthe newelt griefe ? 
 Roffe., That of an houeres age,doth hiffe the {peaker, 
 
 Each minute teemes a new ones 
 
 Macd. How does my Wife? 
 
 Rofe, Why well. 
 
 Maced. And all my Children? 
 
 Roffe, Well too. 
 
 Maed. The Tyrant has not batter’d at their peace? 
 
 Reffz.No,they were well at peace when I did leave ‘em. 
 
 By many of thefe traines, hath fought to win me 
 Into his power: and modeft Wifedome pluckes me 
 ; From over-creduloushatt: bat God above 
 * Deale betweene thee and mes For even now 
 Ipnt my felfe tothy direction, and 
 Vafpeake mine owne detraction. Heere abiure 
 The taints, and blames [ laid upon my felfe, 
 For ftrangersto my Nature, Lam yet 
 
 Vnknowne to women,never was ferfwore, | CM€acd. Benot aniggardof your{peech: How gost? 
 Scarfely have coveted what was mine Owne » | Roffe. When I came hither to tranfport the T idings 
 At no time broke my Faith, would not betray | Which I have heavily borne, there ran a Rumeur 
 
 |, Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out, 
 
 The Divell to his Fellow, and delight 
 Which was to my beleefe witneft the rather; 
 
 No lefle in truth then life. My firit falle {peaking 
 
 Was this upon my felfe, what lam truly | For that I faw the Tyrants Power a-foot, 
 : Is thine, and my poore Countries to command s Now isthe time of helpe : your eye in Scotland 
 hd W hither indeed, before thy heere approach, Would create Soldiours, make our women fight, 
 at Oid Seyward with ten thoufand warlikemen To doffe their dire diftrefles. 
 Already ata point, was fetcing foorth ? Male. Bee't their comfort 
 Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodneffe We are comming thither - Gracious England hath 
 Be like our warranted Quarrel. Why are youfilent?. Lent us good Seyward, and tentboufand men, 
 _Macd. Such welcome, and unwelcome thingsatonce | An olderanda better Souldier,none 
 ’Tis hardto reconcile. That Chriftendome gives out. 
 Enter aDottor, Roffe.. Would I could anfwer 
 Mal. Well, more anon, Comes the King forth This comfort with the like. But I have words 
 I pray you? That wouid be howi'd out in the defertayre. 
 Delt. TVSir: there are acrew of wretched Soules Where hearing fhouldnot latch cheat. 
 | That ftay his Cure: their malady convinces CMacd. What concerne they, ’ 
 es The great aflayof Art. Butat histouch, The general cau‘e, of is ita Fee-griefe 
 Vs Such fanétity hath Heaven given his hand, Due tofome fingle brett ? 
 - They prefently amend. Exit. Roffe. No minde that’s honeft 
 P | Mal, Sthanke you Doctor. But init hares fome woe, though the maine part 
 " tMacd.. What's the Diteafe he meanes ? Pertaines to you alone. 
 | CMab. Tiscall'd the Bvill, Maca. Uf it be mime 
 i A mof miraculous worke in this good King, Keep it not from me , quickly let me have.it, 
 | Which:often fince my heereremainein England, Roffe. Let not your earesdefpife my tongue for ever, 
 / I have feenc hin doe : How he folicites heaven Which fhall poflefle thent with the heavielt found 
 st Himéelfe belt knowes : but ftrangely vifited people | Dhar ever yet they heard. 
 wh All fwolne and Vicerous, pittitull to the eye, (Macd. Humh: I gueffe at it. 
 The meere defpaire of Surgery, hectires, Roffe. Your Cattle is furpria’d 3, your. Wife, and Babes 
 Hanging a golden ttampe about their neckes, Savagely flaughter’d : To relate the manoer 
 Puton with holy Prayers, and tis fpoken Were on the Quarry of thele murther’d Deere 
 Tothe fucceeding Royalty he leaves To addethe death of you. 
 The healing Benediction. with this firange vertue, Male. Mercifull Heaven : 
 ihe He hatha heavenly guift of Prophefie, What man, ne’re pull your hat upon your browes: 
 | And fondry Bleffings hang about his Throne, Give forrow words ; the griefe that do's not {peake, 
 That fpeake him full of Grace. Whifpers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake. 
 Enter Roffe. ‘Macd. My Childrentoo ? 
 Macd. Se who comes heeres Ro, Wife, Children, Servants,all that could be found. 
 " (Male. My Countryman but yet I know him nots Maced. Andl mutt be from thence? My. wife killd roo? 
 EB: Macd. My ever gentle Cozen , welcome hither. Roffe. 1 have faid. 
 a Male. Tknow him now. Good God betimes remoue (Male. Be comforted. 
 er. The meanes,the meanes that makes us ftrangers, Let’s make us Med’cinesof our great Revenge, 
 Py Roff, Sir. Amen. To care this deadly greefes 
 ry (Med. Stands Scotland where it did? ‘Maced. He ha'sno Children. All my pretty ones? 
 Roff. Alas poore Country, Did you fay All? Oh Hell-Kire! ants 
 oft 1 Almoft affraid to know it felfe. Tt cannot es W hat seth my pi ack Chickens, an their Damme 
 the Be calla our Mother, but our Grave; where notning At one fellfwoope ? t 
 we Jéale. Difpure tt ikea mane 
 
 But who: knowes nothing is once feene to {mile > 
 Where fighes, and groanes, and 
 
 fhrieks that rent the ayre Macd. 3 thali do fos 
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 But I muft alfo feele it as a man ; 
 1 cannot but remember fuch things were 
 That were moft precious to me: Did heaven looke on, 
 And would not take their part ? Sinfull CMacduffe, 
 They were all {trooke for thee : Naught that Lam, 
 Not fortheir owne demerits, but for mine 
 Fell flanghter on their foules : Heaven reft them now- 
 <Mal. Be thisthe Whetitone of your fword; let griefe 
 Convert toauger : blunt not the heart, enrage it. 
 Macd, OI could play the woman with mine cyes, 
 And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heavens, 
 Cut fhort all intermiffion: Front to Front, 
 Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland , and my felfe 
 Within my Swords length fet him, if he fcape 
 Heaven forgivehim too. 
 Mal. Thistimegoes manly : 
 Come go we to the King, our Power is ready, 
 Onr lacke is nothing but our leave. <Afasberb 
 Is ripe for fhaking,and the Powers aboue 
 Put on their Inftruments:Receiue what cheere you may, 
 The night islong that never findes the Day.  Exennt, 
 
 eA flus Quintus. Scena Pra. 
 
 Enter a Dottor of Phyficke,and a Wayting 
 Geutlewoman, 
 
 Doft. Vhave'two Nights watch’d with you, but can 
 perceiveno truth inyour report. When was it fhe laft 
 walk'd? 
 
 Gent. Since his Majefty went into the Field, I have 
 feene her rife from her bed, throw her Night-Gown up- 
 on her ,.unlocke her cloflet, take foorth paper, folde it, 
 write upon’t, read it, afterwards feale it , and againe re- 
 turne to bed ; yet all this whilein a moft faft fleepe, 
 
 Doét. A great perturbation in Nature, to receive at 
 once the benefit of fleepe and do the effects of watching. 
 Inthis:flumbry agitation, befides her walking, and other 
 actual perfprmances, what (atany time) have you heard 
 her fay ? 
 
 Gent. That Sir, which I will not report after her. 
 
 Doft, Youmay co me,and "tis mott meet you fhould. 
 
 Gent. Neither to you,nor any one, having no witnefle 
 to confirme my {peech. Enter Lady witha Taper, 
 Lo you, here fhecomes: Thisis her very guife, and up- 
 on my life fit afleepe; obferve her,ftand clofe- 
 
 Doit, How came the by that light ? 
 
 Gent, Why it ftood by her + fhe ha’s light by her con- 
 tinually, *tis her commahde 
 
 Dott. You fee her eyes are open. 
 
 Gent. 1 buttheir fenfe are fhut. 
 
 Doét. What isit fhe do’s now ? 
 
 Looke how fhe ribbes her hands. 
 | Gent, Itis an accuffom’d action with her, tofeeme 
 thus wafhing' her hands : I have knowne her continue in 
 this aquarter ofan houre. 
 
 Lad. Yet heere’s a {pot. 
 
 Dolt. Heark, fhe fpeakes, I will fet downe what comes 
 
 from her, to fatisfie my remembrance the more itrongly. 
 
 La. Out damned {pot : out 1 faye One: Two: Why 
 
 then ’tis time todoo’t: Hellis murky. Fye,my Lord, fie, 
 a Souldier, and affear’d? what need we feare? who’ knows 
 it, when norft cancall our power to accompt: yet who 
 
 ee agedy of Macbeth. 
 
 | What will thefe hands\neere be cleane ? No more o’that 
 
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 would have thought the olde man to have had fomuch 
 blood in him. 
 
 Dok. Do you marke that? 
 
 Lad. The Thane of Fife, hada wife: where is fhe now?- 
 
 my Lord, nomore o’that: you marre all with flat. 
 ting. 
 
 Dott. Goto, goto: 
 
 You haveknowne what you fhould nor. 
 
 Gent. She ha’s {poke what fhe fhould not, Tam fare 
 of that : Heaven knowes what fhe ha’s knowne. 
 
 La. Here’s the {melt of the blood ftill : allthe per 
 fumes of Arabia will not {weeten this little hand. 
 
 Oh, oh, oh, 
 
 Doét, Whata figh is there? The heart isforely chargd 
 _ Gent. 1 would not have fuch ajheart in my befome, 
 for the dignity of the whole body. 
 
 Doét. Well, well, well. 
 
 Gent. Pray God it be fir. 
 
 Doé, This difeafe is beyond my practifes yet Ihave 
 knowne thofe which have walkt in their fleep,who have 
 dyed holily ia their beds. 
 
 Lad. Wath your hands, put on your Night-Gowne, 
 looke not fo pale : I tell you yet againe Banque's buried ; 
 he cannot come out on’s grave. 
 
 Doél. Evenfo ? 
 
 Lady. Tobed,to bed : there’s knocking at the gates } 
 
 Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; Whats 
 dong, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed, 
 Exit Lady. 
 Pot, Willthe go now to bed ? 
 Gent. Directly. 
 
 Doi. Foule whifp’ringsare abroad; unnaturall deeds, 
 
 Do breed unnaturall troubles ; infected mindes 
 
 Totheir deafe pillowes will difcharge their Secrets: 
 
 More needes fhe the Divine, then the Phyfitian : 
 
 God, God forgive usall. Looke after her, 
 
 Remove from ber the meanesiof all annoyante, 
 
 And ftill keepe eyesupon her : $0 goodnight; 
 
 My minde fhe ha’smated,and amaz’d my fights 5 
 
 I thinke, burdare not ipeake. 
 Gent. Good night good Doctor. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Dram and Colours, Enter Menteth, Cashes, 
 Angws, Lenx, Souldiers. 
 Met. The Englith power is neere,led on by Malcales 
 His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff. 
 Revenges burne inthem : for their deere caules 
 Excite the mortified man. 
 Ang. Necre Byrnan wood ae 
 Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming: 
 Cath, Who knowes if Dowatbane be with his brother ? 
 Len. Forcertaine Sir, heisnat : I havea File 
 Ofall the Gentry ; there is Seyards Sonne, 
 And many unruffe youths, thatevennow 
 Proteft their firft of Manhood. 
 Ment. What do’sthe Tyrante » 
 Cath. Great Dunfinane he ftrongly Fortifiess 
 Some {ay hee’smad: Others, thatlefler hate him, 
 Do callit valiant Fury, but for certaine . 
 
He cannot buckle his diftemper'd caule 
 Within the belt of Rule. 
 
 Ang. Now doe’s he feele 
 His fecret Murthers {ticking on his hands, 
 Now minutely Revolts upbraid his faith-breach s 
 Thofe he commands,move enely incommand, 
 Nothing in love : Now dee’s he feele his Title 
 Hang loofe about him,like a Giants Robe 
 Vpona Dwarfith Theete. 
 
 Ment. Who then fhall blame 
 Hispefter’d Senfes torecoyle,and fart, 
 When all that is within him,doe’s condemne 
 It felfe, for being there. 
 
 Cath. Well,march weon, 
 To give obedience where tis truely ow'd : 
 Meet we the Med’cine of the fickly Weale, 
 And with him powre we in our Countries purge, 
 Each drop of us. 
 
 Lenex. Orfomuchasitneeds, 
 
 To dew the Soveraigne Flower,and drowne the Weeds 
 | Make we our March towards Birnam. Exe #nt marching 
 
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 Scena T ertia 
 
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 Enter Macbeth,Dotlor,and Attendants. 
 
 (Mach. Bring meno more Reports,let them flye all : 
 Till Byrnam Wood remove to Dunfinane, 
 I cannot taint with Feare. Whats the Boy Afalcolme? 
 Was he not borne cf woman? 1 he Spirits that know 
 All mortall Confequences,have pronounc’d me thus : 
 Feare not (Vacbeth,so man that's borne of woman 
 Shall ere have power upon thee. Then fly falfe Thanes, 
 And mingle with the Englifh Epicures, 
 The minde I {way by,andthe hearrIbeare, 
 Shall never fagge with doubt,nor fhake with feare. 
 Enter Servant. 
 The Divell damne thee blacke, thou cream-fac’d Loone : 
 Where got’ ft thou that Goofe-looke, 
 Ser. There is ten thoufand. 
 (Mach, Geele Villaine ? 
 Ser. Souldiers fir. 
 (Mach. Goe pricke thy face,and over-reg thy feare 
 Thou Lilly-liver’d Boy. What Souldiers,Patch ? 
 Death of thy foule,thofe linnen cheekes of thine 
 Are Counfailoursto feare. What Souldiers W hay-face? 
 | Ser. The Englith Force.fo pleafe you. 
 Mach.Take ty face hence. Seyton,\ am ficke at heart, 
 When I behold : Seytex,I fay.this pufh 
 Will cheere me ever.or difeale me now. 
 I have liv’d long enough: my way of life 
 Is falne into the Seare,the yellow Leafe. 
 And that which fhould accompany Old Age, 
 As honour, love,obedience, Troopes of Friends; 
 I mitt not looke to have : but intheir {tead, 
 Curfes,not lowd but dé epe,Mouth-honour,breath 
 Which the poore heart would faine deny sanddare net. 
 | Seyton ? 
 Enter Sgytom. _ 
 Sey Whats your Gracious pleature ? 
 | (Mac. What newes more? ; 
 Sey. Allis confirm’d my Lord,which was reported. 
 (Mac. Tle hght,till from my bones,my fiefh is hackt. 
 
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 Give me my Armour, 
 
 Sey. Tisnot needed yet. 
 
 Mac. Me put iton: 
 Send out mee horfes,skirre the Countrey round, 
 Hang thofe thar ftand in feare.Give me mine Armor: 
 How doe’s your Patient,Do<tor ? 
 
 Dott. Not {o ficke my Lord, 
 
 As fhe is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies 
 That keepe her from her reft; 
 
 _ Mace. Cure her of that: 
 Canft thon not Minifter toa minde difeas’d 
 Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow, ’ 
 Raze out the written troubles of the Braine, 
 And with fome {weet oblivious Antidote 
 Cleanfe the ftuft bofome,of that perilious ftuffe 
 Which weighes upon the heart ? 
 
 Dott. Therein the Patient 
 Mu‘t Minifter unto himéelfe, 
 
 Mach. Throw Phyficke to the Dogs, Ile none of it. 
 Come,put mine Armor on: give me my Staffe : 
 Seyton,fend out : Doctor,the Thanes flye from me : 
 Come fir,difpatch. If thou could’{t Doctor,catt —— 
 The water of my Land, find her difeafe, 
 
 And purge it toa found and priftine Health, 
 
 I would applaud thee to the very Eccho, 
 
 That fhould applaudagaine, Pull’t off I fay, 
 
 What Rubarb, Ceng,or what Porgative drug 
 Would {cowre thefe Englith hence:hearft thou of them? 
 
 ‘Do, I my good Lord : your Royal! preparation : 
 Makes us heare fomething. 
 
 (Mac, Bring it after me: 
 
 I will nozbe afraid of Death and Bane, 
 Till Birnam Forreft come to Dunfinane, 
 
 m Dott, Weiel from Dunfinane away,and cleare, 
 Profit againe fhould hardly draw me here. Excnnt. 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Maco 
 duffe,Seywards Soune, Menteth,Cathnes,ingus, 
 and Sonldsers Marching, = 
 
 Malc. Cofins I hope the dayes are neere at hand 
 That Chambers will be fafe. 
 
 (Ment. We deubrit nothing. 
 
 Seyw. What Wood is this before us ? 
 
 Ment. The Wood of Byrnam. 
 
 Malc, Let every Souldier hew him dowhe a Bough | 
 And bear’t before him,thereby fhall we fhadow ’ 
 The numbers of our Hoatt,and make difcovery 
 Erre in report of us. 
 
 Seld, it {hall be done. 
 
 Seyw. Welearne no other,but the confident Tyrant, * 
 Keepes ftillin Dunfinane,and will indure - 
 Our fetting downe befor’t. 
 
 Male. Tishismaine hope ; 
 
 For where there is advantage to be given, 
 
 Both more and leffe have given him the Revolt, 
 And none ferve with him, but conftrained things, 
 Whofe hearts are abfent too. 
 
 Maca. Let our beft Cenfures 
 Before thetrue event.and put we on 
 
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Induftrious S$ ouldierfhip. 
 
 Sey. The time approaches, 
 That will with due decifion make us know 
 What we fhall fay we have,and what we owe 
 Thoughts {peculative,their unfure hopes relates 
 But certaine iffue,trokes muft arbitrate, 
 
 Towards which, advance the warre, Exeunt wmsarching. 
 
 Scena Quinta. 
 
 Enter Macbeth, Seyton,and S ouldiers,with 
 Dram and Colours. 
 
 (Mash. Hang out our Banaerson the outward walls, 
 The Cry is ftill,they come ; Our Caftles ftrength 
 Will laugh a Siege to fcorne : Here let them lye, 
 Till Famine and the Ague cate them up : 
 Were they not fore’d with thofe that fhould be ours, 
 We might have met them darefull,beard to beard, 
 
 And beat them backeward home. What is that noyfe? ° 
 A cry within of Women. 
 
 Sey. Itisthe cry of women,my good Lord. 
 
 (Mach. Ihave almoft forgot the tafte of Feares : 
 Thetime has beene,my fenfes would have cool’d 
 Toheare a Night-ihricke,and my F ell of haire 
 Would at a difinali Treatife rowze,and ftirse 
 As life werein’t. 1 have fupt full with horrors, 
 Direneffe familiar to my flaughterons thoughts 
 Cannot once ftartme. Wherefore was that cry ? 
 
 Sey. The Queene (my Lord)is dead. 
 
 «Mach. She thould have dy'¢ hereatter ; 
 
 There would have been atime for fach a word 3 
 
 To morrow,and to morrow.and tomorrow, 
 
 Creepes in this ore. pace from day to day, 
 
 To the laft Syllable of Recorded time: 
 
 And all our yefterdayes,have lighted Fooles 
 
 The way to ftudy death. Out,out, briefe Candle, 
 
 Life’s but a walking Shadow, a poore Player, 
 
 That ftruts and frets his houre upon the Stage, 
 
 And then is heard no more. Itisa Tale 
 
 Told by an Ideot, full of found and fury 
 
 Signifying nothing. Enter a Meffen ger 
 
 Thou com’ftto ufe thy Tongue : thy ftory quickly. 
 Me. My Gracious Lord, 
 
 I fheuld report that which I fay I faw, 
 
 But knew not how to doo’t. 
 
 Mach. Well,fay fir. 
 
 Mef, As \did ftand my watch upon the hilt 
 Tlook’t toward Byrnam.and anon me thought 
 The Wood began to move. 
 
 Mack. Lyar,and Slave. 
 
 Mef. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not fo: 
 Within this three mile may you {ee it comming. 
 I fay,a moving Grove. r 
 
 CMach, \f thou fpeak’ft falfe, 
 
 Vponthe next tree fhalt thou hang alive 
 
 Till Famine cling thee : If thy fpeech be footh, 
 
 IT care not if thou doft for meas much. 
 
 T pull in Refolution,and begin 
 
 To doubt the Equivocation of the Fiend, 
 
 That lies liketruth. Feare not, till Byrnagy Woed 
 Doe come to Dunfinane,and now a Wood 
 
 The Tragedy of Macbeth. 
 
 Comes toward Dunfinane. Afme,arme,andout, 
 If this which he avouches doe’s appeare, 
 
 There is nor flying hence,nor tatrying here; 
 
 I’gin to be a weary of the Sunne, 
 
 ‘And with th’eftate o’th’world were now undon. 
 Ringe the alarum Bell,blow Wind,come wracke, 
 
 At lealt wee'l dye with Harnefle on our backe.  Exennt, 
 
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 Scana Sexta. 
 
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 Drumme and ( olowrs. 
 Enser Malcolme, Seyward, Mackduffe,and their Army, 
 with Boughes. 
 
 Mal. Now neere enough : 
 
 Your Leavy Screenes throw downe, 
 And thew likethofe you are : You( worthy Viele) 
 Shall with my Coufin, your sight Noble fonne, 
 Lead our firft Battell. Worthy (Macdaffe and we 
 Shall take upon’s what el{e remaines to dos 
 According toour order. 
 
 Sey. Fare you well: : 
 Doe we but find the Tyrants power to night, 
 Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. (breath, 
 
 Macd. Make all our Trumpets fpeake, give them all 
 Thofe clamourous Harbingers of blood,and death. &xem. 
 
 Alarumss continteds 
 
 erent a AAR 
 
 Scena Septima. 
 
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 Enter Macbeth, 
 (Mach, They have tyed me toa ftake.1 cannot ye, 
 But Beare-like I muft fight the courfe. Whatshe 
 That was not borne of woman ? Sucha one 
 Am Ito feare,or nenc. 
 Enter yong S. eyward. 
 Y.Sey. Whatis thy name? : 
 eMacb. Thou'lt be afraid to heare &- 
 7.Sey. No: though thou call’ft thy felfea hotter name 
 Than any isin hell. 
 Mach. My name’s Macbeth. : 
 1,Sey. The Divell him(elfe could not pronounce a Title 
 More hatefull to mine care. 
 Mach. No; nor more fearefull. 
 1.Sey.Thoulieft thou abhorred Tyrant,with my fword 
 Ile prove the lye thou fpeak’tt. 
 Fight,and yong Seyward flaines 
 Mach» Thou waft borne of Woman; 
 But {words I {mile at, Weapons langh to fcorne, 
 Brandifh’d by man that’s of a Woman borne. wie 
 elarums. Enter Macduffe ’ 
 Macd. That way the noy(eis : Tyrant fhew thy face, 
 Ifthou beeft flaine.and with no ftroake of mine, 
 My Wife and Childrens Ghofts will haunt me {till : 
 I cannot ftrike at wretched Kernes,whofe armes 
 Are hyr’d to beare their Staves ; either thou Macbeth, 
 Or elfe my {word with an unbatterred edge 
 I fheathagaine undeeded. There thou fhould’ft bes 
 By this great clatter,one of greateftnote 
 
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 Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune, 
 
 And more I beg not. Exit, — eAlarums. 
 
 Enter Fightine,and Macbeth flaine. 
 
 Enter Malcolme and Sey wards Retreat,and F lourifh, Enter with Drumme and Colours, 
 Malcolme Seyward,Roffe sT hanes and Soldiers. 
 
 Seyw. This way my Lord,the Caftles geutly rendred: Mal, 1 would the Friends we miffe,were fafe arriv’d. 
 
 The fyrants people,on both fides doe fight Jey. Some e Off : ; ce 
 : : fight, ¥- Some mutt goe off : and yer by thefe L{ee 
 The Noble Thanes doe bravely in the Warre, SO great a day as chisis cheapely bough. : 
 A The day almott it felfe profeffes yours, Mal, Macduffeis miffing,and your noble Sonnes 
 
 And little is to doe. | Roff. Your fonne my Lord, ha’s paid a Souldiers debt, 
 Male. We have met with Foes He onely liv’d but till he wasa man, 
 That ftrike befide us, | The whichno fooner had his Prowefle confirm’d 
 
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 Seyw. Enter,Sir,the Caftle. In the unfhrinking {tation where he fought, 
 Enter (Macbeth, But like a man he dy’d. . 
 
 Exennt. elarum. 
 
 Mac. Why fhouldI play the Roman Foole,and dye _ | Sey. Then he isdead ? 
 h On mine owne {word ? whiles I fee lives,the gafhes Roffe.l,and brought off the Field:your caufe of forrow 
 Doe better upon them. Moft not be meafiyr’d by‘ his worth, for then 
 Enter Macduffe. | It hath no end, 
 
 Macd. Turne Hell-hound ,turne. 
 (Mac. Of all men elfe I have avoyded thee : 
 But get thee backe,my {oule is too muchcharg'd 
 With blood of thine already. 
 (Macd, Lhaveno words, 
 My voyce is in my Sword,thou bloodier Villaine 
 | Than tearmes can give thee out. Fight,eAlarum. 
 Macb. Thou lefeft labour, 
 Aseafie may {ft thou the intrenchant Ayre 
 With thy keene Sword imprefle,as make me bleed: 
 Let fall thy blade on-vulnerable Crefts, 
 I beare a charmed life, which muft not yeeld 
 To one of woman borne. 
 Macd. Difpaire thy Charme, 
 And let the Angell whom thou ftill haft ferv'd 
 
 Sey. Had he his hurts before. 
 
 Ref, I,onthe Front. 
 
 Sey. Why then,Gods Souldier be hes 
 Had [ as many fonnes,as I have haires, 
 I would not with them toa fairer death : | 
 And {fo bis Knell is knoll’d. 
 
 Mal. Hee’s worth more forrow, 
 
 And that Ile {pend for him. 
 
 Sey. He’s worth no more, 
 They fay he parted well,and paid his {core, 
 And.fo God be with him. Here comesnewer comfort, 
 
 Enter Macduffe;with Macheths head, 
 
 Macd, Haile King, for fo thouart. 
 Behold where ftands 
 Th’V{urpers curfed head : the time is free : 
 
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 "i Teli thee, Macdxffe was from his Mothers wombe I fee thee compaft withthy Kingdomes Pearle; 
 Votimely ript. That {peahe my falurationin their minds : 
 Mach. Accurfed be that tongue that tels me fo ; Whote voyces I defire alowd with mine, 
 For it hath Cow’d my better part of man : Haile King of Scotland. 
 4. And be thefe Iugling Fiends no more beleev’d, All. Haile King of Scotland, Flourifh. 
 That palter withus in a double fenfe, Mal, We fhall not {pend a large expence of time, 
 if That keepe the word of promife to our earc, Before wereckon with your feverail loves, 
 
 And makeus even with you,My Thanes and Kinfmen 
 Henceforth be Earles,the firft that ever Scotland 
 In fuch an honor nam’d: W hats moreto doe 
 Which would be planted newly with the time, 
 As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad, 
 
 That fled the Snares of watchfuli tyranny, 
 Producing forth the cruell Minilters 
 
 Ofthis dead Butcher,and his Fiend-iilce Queene ; 
 Who(as ’tisthoughr)>y felfeand violent hands, 
 Tooke off her life, This.and what need full elfe 
 That cals upon us,by the Grace of Grace, 
 
 We will performein meafure,time,and place : 
 
 So thankes to all at once,and to eachone, 
 
 And breake it to our hope: Tlenot fight with thee. 
 ue (Macd, Then yeeld thee Coward, _ 
 And live to be the fhew,and gaze o'th’time, 
 Wee'l have thee,as our Rarer Moniters are 
 Painted upona F ole,and under-writs 
 Here may you fee the Tyrant. 
 Bx Macb./1 willnotyeeld 
 er To kiffe the ground before yong Malcolmes fect, 
 And to be baited with the Rabbles curfe, 
 } Though Byrnam Wood be come to Dunfinane, 
 p" And thou oppos’d,being of no woman borne; 
 Yer I will try thelaft. Before my body, 
 I throw my warlike Shield : Lay on WMacduffe, 
 
 iff And damn'd be him, that firft cryes hold,enough Whom we invite,to fee us Crotwn'd at Scone, 
 
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 Coes? Ho’s there ? 
 Yi Fran, Nay anfwer me ; Stand and unfold 
 Wenveys your felfe. 
 >” Bar. Long live the King. 
 Fran. Barnardo ? 
 Bar. He. 
 Fran. Youcome moft carefully upon your houre. 
 Bar.Tis now ttruck twelve.get thee to bed Francs{co. 
 Fran, For thisreliefe much thankes : Tis bitter cole, 
 And Lam ficke at heart. 
 Barn. Haveyou had quiet Guard? 
 Fran. Nota Moufe flirring. 
 Barn. Well,goodnight. If you doe meet Horatioand 
 Marcellus, the Rivals of my Watch,bid them make haft. 
 Enter Horatio and e Marcellus, 
 Fran, Ithinke I heare them. Stand: who’s there ? 
 Hor, Friends to this ground. 
 Mar. And Liege-men to the Dane. 
 Fran. Give you good night. 
 Mar.O farewelhoneft Soldier, who hath reliev'd you? 
 Fra. Barnards ha’s my place: give you good night. 
 Exit Francifco. 
 Mar. Bolla Barnardo, 
 Bar, Say,what is Horatis there? 
 Hor. A peece of him. 
 Bar. Welcome Horatio,welcome good (Marcellus. 
 (Mar.W hat,ba’s this thing appear’d againe to night. 
 Bar. J have feene nothing. 
 Mar. Horatio fayes,tis but our phantafie, 
 And will not let beleefe take hold ot him 
 Touching this dreaded fight,twice fecne of us, 
 Therefore 1 have intreated him along 
 With us,to watch the minutes of this nighe, 
 That if againe this Apparition come, 
 He may approve our eyes,and fpeake to it. 
 Hor. Tuth,tuth, twill notappeare. 
 Bar. Sitdownea while, 
 And let us once againe affaile your ares, | 
 Thatare fo fortified againft our Story, 
 What we twonights have feene. 
 Hor. Well,fit we downe, 
 And let us heare Barwardo {peake of this. 
 Barn, Laft night of all, 
 
 ' ‘Whon yond fame Starre thats Weftward from the Pole 
 Had made his courfe t’illume that part of heaven 
 
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 Where now it burnes,AZarcellus and my felfe, 
 The Bell then beating one. 
 Mar. Peace,breake thee off : Enter the Ghoft, 
 Looke where it comes againe- 
 Bar. In the fame figure like the King thats dead. 
 (Mar, Thouart a Scholler ; fpeake to it Horatio. 
 Bar, Lookeit not like the King ? Marke it Horatio. 
 Hor. Moftlike : It harrowes me with feare and won 
 Bar. It would be {poke to. (der 
 Mar. Queftion it Horatio. : ; 
 Hor, What art thouthat ufurp’ft this time of night, 
 Together with that faire and warlike forme 
 In which the Majefty of buricd Denmarke 
 Did fometimes march : By heaven ] charge thee{peake, 
 Mar, It is offended. 
 Bar. See, it ftalkes away- ws oat 
 Her. Stay : {peake ;{peake: 1 charge thee.Ipeake’ 
 RE F : Pair the Ghof. 
 Mar. Tis gone,and will not anfwet. 
 Bar. How now Horatio? You tremble & lookepale: 
 Is not this fomething more than phantafie? 
 What thinke you on’t ? 
 Hor, Before my God I might nor this beleeve 
 Without the fenfible and true avouch 
 Of mine owne eyes. 
 Mar, Isit not like the King? 
 Hor, Asthou artto thy felfe, 
 Such was the Armour he had on, 
 When th’Ambitious Norway combatted : 
 So frown'd he once,when in an angry parle 
 He {mot the fledded Pollax on the Ice. 
 Tis ftrange. 
 Mar. Thus twice before,and juft at this fame houre, 
 With Martiall ftalke hath he gone by our Watch. 
 Her.In what particular thought to worke,1 know not 
 But in the groffe and {cope of my opinion, 
 This boads fome ftrange eruption to our State; 
 Mar, Good now fit downe,and tell me he that knowes 
 Why this fame ftri@and moft obfervant Watch, ‘ 
 So nightly toyles the fubject of the Land, 
 And why fuch daily Caft of Brazen Cannon 
 And forraigne Mart for Implements of Warre : 
 Why fuch impreffe of Shipwrights,whefe fore Taske 
 Do’s not divide the Sunday fromthe weeke, 
 What might be toward that this {weaty hafte 
 Doth make the night joynt-lebourer with the days 
 Who is’t that can informe me ? 
 Hor, That can I, re 
 
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 At leaft the whifper goesfo : Our laft King, 
 
 W hofe Image even but now appeat’d to us, 
 
 Was (as you know) by Fertinbras of Norway, 
 
 ( Thereto prick’d on by a moft emulate pride) 
 
 Dar’d tothe Combate, In which,our valiant Hamlet, 
 
 (For fo this fide of our knowne world efteem’d him ) 
 
 Did flay this Fortinbras: Who by afeal’d Compact, Vnito yong Hamler. For upon my life, 
 
 Well ratified by Law,and Heraldry, | This {pirit dumbe to us, willf{peaketo him : 
 
 Did forfeit ( with his life all thofe his Lands | Doe youconfent we fhall acquaint him withit, 
 
 Which he ftood feiz'd on,to the Conqueror : As needfull in our Loves, fitting our duty ? 
 
 Againft the which, aMoity competent Mar. Let’sdo’c I pray,and I this morning know 
 
 Was gaged by our King: which had return’d Where we fhail finde him moft conveniently. €xewnt, 
 
 To the Inheritance of Fortinbras, 
 
 Had he bin Vanquifher,as by the fame Cov’nant 
 
 And carriage of the Article defign’d, 
 
 His fell to Hamlet. Now fir.yong Fertinbra, 
 
 Of unimproved mettle,hot and full, 
 
 Hath in the skirts of Norway,bere and there; 
 
 Shark'd up a Litt of Landlefle Refolutes, 
 
 For food and Dyet,to fome Enterprize 
 
 That hath aftomake in’r : whichis no other 
 
 (And it doth well appeare unto our State) 
 
 But to recover of us by ftrong band 
 
 And termes Compulfative,thofe forefaid Lands 
 
 So by his father loft : and this(I take ic) 
 
 Is the maine motive of our Preparations, 
 
 The fourfe of this our Watch,and the chiefe head 
 
 Of this poft-hafte,and Romage in the Land. 
 Enter Gheft againe. 
 
 | So hallow’d,and fo gracious isthe time. 
 
 Hor. So have Iheard,and doe in part beleeve it, 
 But looke,the Morne in Ruffer Mantle clad, 
 Waikes o’re the Dew of yon high Eafterne hill, 
 Breake we our Watchup,and by my advice 
 Let us impart what we have feeneto night 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Claudius, King of Denmarke , Gertrad the 
 Lucene, Hamlet,Polonins,Lacrtes and his Sifter 
 Ophelia,Lords Attendants. 
 
 King. Thoughyet of Hamlet our deare Brothersdeath, 
 The memory be greene : and that it us befitted 
 To beare our hearts in griefe,and our whole Kingdome 
 To be contracted in one brow of woe + 
 Yet fo farre hath Difcretion fought with Nature, 
 That we with wifeft forrow thinkeon him, 
 Together with remembrance of our felves. 
 
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 But foft.behold : Loe,wheie it comes againe : Therefore our fometimes Sifter now our Queene, 
 
 Ile croffe it, though it blaft me. Stay Mlufion : Th'Imperiall loyntreffe of this warlike State, 
 
 If chou haft any found,or ufe of voyce, Havewe,as twere,witha defeated joy, 
 
 Speake tome, Ifthere be any good thing to be done; Wich one Aufpicious,and on€ Dropping eye, 
 
 T hat may to thee doe eafe,and grace to me; f{peake to me. } With mirth in Funerall,and with Dirge in Marriage, 
 
 If thou art privy tothy Countries Fate In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole 
 
 (Which happily forcknowing may avoyd)Oh {peake. Taken to wife; nor have weherein barr’d 
 
 Or,if thou haft uphoorded in thy life ¢ Your better Wiledomes,which have freely gone 
 
 Extorted Treafure in the wombe of Earth, With this affaire along, for all our Thankes. 
 
 (For which; they fay.you {pirits oft walke in death) Now followes,that you know yong F ortinbras, 
 
 Speake of it. Stay,and{peake, Stop it Warcekus, Holding a weake fuppofall of our worth ; 
 
 Mar, Shall | ftrike at it with my Partizan? Orthinking by our late deare Brothers death, 
 Hor. Doce if it will not ftand, Our State to. be difioynt,and out of Frame, 
 Bars, Tis here. Colleagued withthe dreame of his Advantage 3 
 Hor. Tis here. He hath not fail’d to pefter us with Meflage, 
 Mar. Tis gone. Exit Gheft. Importing the furrencer of thote lands 
 
 We doe it wrong,being fo Majelticall Loft by his Father , wichall Bondsof Law 
 
 To offer it the fhew of Violence, To our moft valiant Brother. So much for him. 
 
 For it is ag the Ayre,invulnerabl<, : Enter Veltimand and Cornelius, 
 
 And our vaine blowes,malicious mockery. Now for our felfe,and for thistime of meeting. 
 Barn. It wasabont to fpeake,when the Cocke crew. Thus much the bufineffe is. We have here writ 
 Hor. And then it ftarted,like.a guilty thing To Norway,Vacle of yong Fortinbras, 
 
 Vpon a fearefall Sammons. I have heard, Who impotent and bedrid, fcarcely heares 
 
 The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day, Of this his Nephewes eel pe fuppreffe 
 
 Doth with his lofty and fhrill-founding throat His farther gate herein. Inthat the ey 
 
 Awake the god of Day « and at his warning, The Lifts,and full proportions areal made 
 
 Whether in Sea,or Fire,in Earth,or Ayre, Out of his fubject : and we here difpatch 
 
 Thextravagant and erring {pirit,hyes Yougood Cornelius sand yout “ ete: > 
 
 Tohis Confine. And of the truth herein. For bearing of this greening < oO! Norway; 
 
 Thisprefent Object made probation, Giving to you no farther pertonall power 
 (Mur. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke. To bnfinefle with the King,more than the fcope 
 
 ie "oj { Of thefe dilated Articles allow : 
 
 Some fayes.that ever *gainft that feafon comes a nist ir scar Gat ek-daoieakl sia: alae 
 
 Wherein our Saviours Birth is celebrated, = 24h y tale : sill ve hed uty. 
 
 The Bird of Dawning fingethall night long : Vole. int ee t ines ‘ pa 1ew ourdnty, 
 
 And (they fay )no fpirit can walle abroad, © King, pate ~ it ie ee) farewell, 
 
 The nights are wholfom,then no Planets ftrike; peas sc . r eget: on eis , 
 
 No Faiery talkes,nor Witch hath power to Charme 5 And OW LARMESSWARACS Sine ORCA as 
 
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 You told us offome fuite. Whatis’t Laertes? 
 You cannot fpeake of Reafon to the Dane, 
 
 And loofe your voyce. What wouldft thou beg Laertes, 
 
 That fhallnorbe my Offer, not thy Asking ? 
 The head isnot more Nativeto the heart, 
 The hand more inftrumentallto the Mouth, 
 Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy father. 
 What wouldft thou have Laertes f 
 Laer. Dread my Lord, 
 Your leave and favour to returne to France, 
 From whence, though willingly Icame to Denmarke 
 To fhew my duty in your Coronation, 
 Yct now I muft conteffe, that duty done, 
 My thoughtsand wifhes bend againe towards Franct, 
 And bow themto your gracious leave and pardons 
 King. Have you your Fathers leave ? 
 What fayes Polousss ? 
 Pol. He hath my Lord : 
 I doe befeech you give him leave to goe. 
 King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine, 
 And thy beft graces {pendit at thy will: 
 But now my Cofin Haawzet,and my Sonne ? 
 Ham. A little more then kin, and leffe then kind. 
 King. How isit that the Clouds ftill hang on you? 
 Ham. Not fo my Lord, Iam toomnuchith’Sun, 
 Quee. Good Hamlet caftthy nightly colour off; 
 Andlet thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke. 
 Doe not for ever with thy veyled lids. 
 Seeke for thy Noble Father inthe duft ; 
 Thou knowfi tiscommon, all that live muft dye, 
 Paffing threugh Nature, to Eternity. 
 Ham. 1 Madam, it is common. 
 Qmee. If it be; 
 Why feemes it fo particular with thee.--- 
 
 Ham. Seemes Madam ? Nay, it is : I know not Seemes: 
 
 Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother) 
 
 Nor Cuftomary fuires of folemne Blacke, 
 
 Nor windy fufpiration of fore’d breath, 
 
 N;nor the fruitfoll River in the Eyes 
 
 Nor the dejected haviour of the Vilage, 
 
 Together with all Formes, Moods, fhewes of Griefe, 
 That can denote metruly. Thefe indeed Seeme; 
 
 For they are actions that a man might play : 
 
 But J have that Within, which pafiethfhow ; 
 
 Thefe, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.~1- 
 
 King. Tis {weet and commendable 
 In your, Nature Hamlet, 
 To give thefe mourning duties to your Fathers 
 But you mutt know, your father loft a father, 
 That father loft, loft his,and the Surviver bound 
 In filiall Obligation, for fome terme 
 Todee obfequions Sorrow. But to perfever 
 In obftinate Condolement, is a courfe 
 Of impious fiubbornneffe. Tisunmanly griefe, 
 It fhewes a will moft incorrect to Heaven, 
 A heart unfortified, a Mind impatient, 
 An Vaderftanding fimple, and unfchool’d : 
 For, what we know muft be, and isas:common 
 As any the moft vulgar thing to fence, 
 Why fhould we in our peevifh Oppofition 
 Take it to heart ? Fye, tisa faultto heaven, 
 A fault againft the Dead, a fault to Nature, 
 To Reafon moft abfur’d, whofe common Theame 
 Is death of Fathers, and who ftill hath eryed, 
 From the firft Coarfe, till he that dyed today, 
 This muft be fo. We pray you throw to earth 
 
 The Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 This unprevayling woe, and thinke of us, 
 As of a Father ; For let the world take note, 
 You are the moft immediate to our Throne, 
 And with no lefle Nobility of Love, 
 Then that which deereft Father beares his Sonne, 
 Doe Limpart towards you. For your intent 
 In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg, 
 It is moft retrogarde to our defire : 
 And we befeech you, bend you to remaine 
 Heere in the ¢hecre and comfort of our eye, 
 Our cheife(t Courtier Cofin, and our Sonne, 
 Que. Let not thy Mother lofe her Prayers Hamlets 
 I prethee ftay with us, goe not to Wittenberg. 
 Ham. J thallinall my beft 
 Obey you Madam. 
 Kiag. Why tis a loving, and a faire Reply, 
 Be as our felfe in Denmarke. Madam come, 
 This gentleand unfore’d accord of Hamlet 
 Sits {miling to my heart , in grace whereof, 
 No jocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day, 
 But the great Cannon to the Clowds fhall tell, 
 And the Kings Rouce, the heavens fhall bruite againé, 
 Refpeaking earthly Thunder. Come away. 
 Manet Hamlet. 
 Ham. Ohthatthis too too folid Flefh, would melt, 
 Thaw, and refolve it felfe intoa Dew: 
 Or that the Everlafting had not fixt 
 His Cannon gaintt {elfe-flaughter. O God, OGod 
 How weary, flale, flat,and unprofitable 
 Seemes to meail the ufes of this world? 
 Fyeon’t? Oh fie, fie, tis anunweeded Garden 
 
 That growesto Seed :thingsrank, and groffe in Nature 
 
 Poflefle it meerely. That it fhould come to this ; 
 Butrwo monthsdead : Nay, not fo much ; net two, 
 So excellent a King, that was to this 
 
 Hyperion to a Satyre : {o loving to my Mother, 
 
 That he might not betéene the windes of heaven 
 Vifit her face too roughly. Heaven and Earth 
 Muft | remember : why fhe would hang on him, 
 Asifencreafe of Appetite hadgrowne 
 
 By whatit fed on ; and yet within a month? 
 
 Let me notthinke on’t : Frailty, thy name is womans 
 A little Month, or ere thofe fhooes were old, 
 
 With which fhe followed my poore Fathers body 
 Like ZX sobe, all teares. Why the, even fhe, 
 
 (O heaven! A beaft that wants difcourfe of Reafon 
 Wouid have mourn’d longer) married with mine Vakle, 
 My fathers brother : butno more likemy father, _ 
 Then lto Herénles. Withina Month? 
 
 Ere yet the fale of moft unrighteous Teares 
 
 Had left the flufhing of her gauled eyes, 
 
 She married. O moft wicked {peed topoft 
 
 With {uch dexterity toinceftuous fheets - 
 
 It is not, nor it cannot come te good. 
 
 But breake my heart, for I mutt hold my tongue-| 
 
 Enter Floratio, Barnard, and Adarcellus, 
 
 Hor. Haileto your Lordfhip. 
 Ham. am glad to fee you well: 
 Horatio, or 1 doe forget my felfe. 
 Hor. The fame my Lord, 
 And your poore Servant ever. 
 Ham. Sir my good friend, 
 Ile change that name with you : 
 And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? 
 
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 Mar. My good Lord, 
 Ham. Yam very glad to fee you : good even fir; 
 
 But what in faith make you from Wirtenberge. 
 
 Hor. A Truant difpofition,good my Lord. 
 Ham. I would not have your enemy fay fo ; 
 
 Nor fhall you doe mine eare that violence, 
 
 Totake ittrufter of your ownereport 
 
 Again{t your felfe. I know you areno Truant : 
 
 But what is your affaire in El/enonr ? 
 
 Wee'lteach you todrinke deepe ere you depart. 
 Hor. My Lord,I came to fee your Fathers Funerall. 
 Ham, 1 prythee doenot mocke me(fellow Student) 
 
 Ithinke it was to fee my Mothers wedding. 
 
 Hor. Indeed my Lord, it followeth hard upon. 
 Ham, Thrift,thrift,Horatio: the Funerall Bak’d meats, 
 
 Did coldly furnifh forththe Marriage Tables ; 
 
 Would I had met my deareft Foe in heaven, 
 
 Ere I had ever feene that day Horatio, 
 
 My father,methinkes I fee my father. 
 
 Hor. Oh where my Lord? 
 
 Ham, \nmy minds eye( Horatie.) 
 
 Hur. 1 {aw him once,he was a goodly King. 
 Ham, He wasa man,take him for all in all : 
 
 I fHiould not looke upon his like againe. 
 
 Her. My Lord, I thinke I faw him yefternight. 
 Ham, Saw? Who? 
 
 Hor, My Lord,the King your Father. 
 
 Ham, The King my father | 
 
 Hor, Seafon your admiration for a while 
 
 Withan attenteare ; till I may deliver 
 
 Vpon the witnefle ofthefe Gentlemen, 
 
 This marvell to you. 
 
 Ham. For heavens love let me heare, 
 Her, Twonightstogether,had thefe Gentlemen 
 
 ( Marcellwa and Barnardo )ontheir Watch 
 
 Inthe dead wafte and middle of the night 
 
 Beenethusentountred. A figure liké your father, 
 
 Arm’d at all points exactly ,Cap 4 Pe, 
 
 Appeares before them,and with folemne March 
 
 Goes flow and flately : By them thrice he walkt, 
 
 By their oppreft and feare-furprized eyes, 
 
 Within his Truncheons length; whilft they beftill’d 
 
 Almoft to Telly with the Act of feare, 
 
 Stand dumbe and f{peake not to him. Thisto me 
 
 Indreadfull fecrecy impart they did, . 
 
 And I with thoth the third night kept the Watch, 
 
 Whereas they had deliver’d both in time, 
 
 Forme of the thitig ; each word made true and good, 
 
 The Apparition comes. I knew your Father : 
 
 Thefe harids are not more like, 
 
 Hare, But where was this ? 
 
 .AMéar. My Lord upon the platforme where we watcht. 
 Ham. Did you not {peake to it? 
 Hor, My Lord,1 did ; : 
 
 But anfwer made it none : yet once me thought 
 
 It lifted up it head, and did addreffe 
 
 It felfe to motion, like as it would {peake 
 
 But even thet, the morning Cocke crew lowd 3 
 
 And atthe found it fhrunke in hafte away, 
 
 And vanifht from our fight. 
 
 Ham. Tisvery {trange. Sat 
 _ Hor, As! doe live my honourable Lord ’tis true 
 
 And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty 
 
 To let you:know of it. 
 
 Ham. Indeed, indeed Sirs ; but thistroubles me, 
 
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 Beth. We doemy Lord. 
 
 Ham, Arm’d,fay you? 
 
 Both, Arm’d,my Lord.’ 
 
 Ham, From top to toe ? 
 
 Both, My Lord,from head to foote: 
 
 Ham, Then {aw you not his face ? 
 
 Hor, O yes,my Lord,he wore his Beaver bps 
 
 Ham. What,lookt he frowningly ? 
 
 Hor. A countenance sore in forrow than in anger. 
 
 Ham, Pale,or red? 
 
 Hor, Nay,very pale. 
 
 Ham. And fix hiseyes upon you? 
 
 Hor, Mott conftautly. 
 
 Ham, 1 would t hadbeene there. 
 
 Hor, It would have mach amaz’d you. 
 
 Ham, Very like,very like : ftaid it long 2 (dred. 
 
 Hor, While one with moderate hafte might telia hun- 
 
 Ak, Longer,longer. 
 
 Her, Not when | faw’t: 
 
 Ham, His Beard was grifly 2 
 
 Hor, It was,as I have {eene it in his life; 
 
 A Sable Silver’d. (gaine. 
 Ham, lle watchtonight; perchance twill walke d- 
 Hor, I warrant youit will. 
 
 Ham, \f it aflume my noble fathers perfon, 
 Ile {peake to it,though Hell it felfe fhould gape 
 And bid mé¢ hold my peace. I pray you all, 
 
 If you have hitherto conceald this fight ; 
 
 Let it be trebble in your filence ftill : 
 
 And whatfoever elfe fliall hap to night, 
 
 Give it an underftanding,but notongue ; 
 
 I will requite your loves ; fo,fare ye well : 
 
 Vpon the Platforme twixt eleven and twelve, 
 
 Ile vifit you. 
 e7#. Our duty to your Honour. 
 
 Ham. Your love,as mine to you: farewell. 
 My fathers{piritin Armes ? Allisnot well ; 
 
 I doubt fome toule play : would the night were come ; 
 
 Till then fit {till my foule ; foule deeds will rife, 
 
 Excunt, 
 
 | ‘Thoughali the earth crewhelm them to mens eyes, Exit, 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 + Enter Laertes and Ophelia, 
 Laer. My neceflaries are imbark’t, farewell: 
 And fifter,asthe Winds give benefir, 
 
 | And Convoy is affiftant; doe not ficepe; 
 
 But let mé heare from you, 
 Ophe. Doe you doubt that? 
 Laer, For Hamlet,and the trifling of his favours; 
 Holdit a fafhion and a toy in Blond ; 
 A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature ; 
 Froward,not permanent ; {weet not lafting 
 The fuppliance ofa minute; No more. 
 Ophel. No more but fo- 
 Laer, Thinke it no more : ; 
 For nature creffant does not gtow alone, 
 In thewes and Bulke : but as his Temple waxes, 
 The inward fervite of the minde and foule 
 Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loves you ROW,’ 
 And now no foylenor cautell doth befmerch 
 The vertue of his feare : but you muft feare 
 
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 For he himfelfe is {ubject to his Birth : 
 
 He may not,as unvalued perfons doe, 
 Carve for himfelfe ; for,on his choyce depends 
 The fanétity and health of the whole ftate. _ 
 And therefore mutt his choyce be circumfcrib'd 
 Vato the voyce and yeelding of that body; 
 
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 W hereof he is the head. Then ifhefayes he loves you, 
 Ir fits your wifedome {o farre to beleeve it 5 
 As he in his peculiar Setand force 
 May give his faying deed : which is ne further, 
 Than the maine voyce of Dewmarke goes withall. 
 T hen weigh what lofle your honour may {uftaine, 
 If with two credent eare you lift his Songs 5 
 Or lofe your heart ; or your chatte treafure open 
 To his unmattred importunity. 
 Feare it Ophelsa,feare it my deare Sifter, | 
 And keepe within the reare of your affection ; 
 Oat of the fhot and danger of defire. 
 The charieft Maid is prodigall enough, 
 If fhe unmaske her beaty tothe Moone : 
 Vertucit felfe {capes not calumnious ftroaks, 
 The Canker galls the infant of the Spring 
 Too oft before the Buttens be difclos’d, 
 ‘And in the morneand liquid dew of Youth, 
 Contagious blaftments are moft imminent, 
 Be waty than, beft fafety lies in feare 5 
 Youth to it felfe rebels,though none elfe neere. 
 
 Ophe, 1 {hall th’effect of this good Leffon keepe, 
 As watchmentomy heart : but good my Brother 
 Doe not as fome ungracious Paftors doe, 
 Shew me the fteepe and thorny way to heaven; 
 Whilft like a puft and recklefle Libertine 
 Himfelfe,the Primrofe path of dalliance treads, 
 And reakes not his owne reade. 
 
 Laer. Oh,feare me not. 
 
 Enter Polonisu. 
 
 I ftay too long; but here my Father comes : 
 A double biefling isa double grace ; 
 Occafion {miles upon a fecond leave, 
 
 Polen. Yethere Laertes ? Aboord, aboord for fhame, 
 The wind fits in the fhoulder of your faile, 
 And youare ftaid for there : my bleffing with you: 
 And thefe few Precepts in thy memory, 
 See thou Character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 
 Nor any unproportion'd thonght his A: 
 Bethou familiar ; but by no meanes vulgar : 
 The friends thou haft,andtheir adoption tride, 
 Grapple them to thy foule, with hoopes of Steele : 
 But doe not dullthy palme,with entertainment 
 Of gach uvhatch’t,unfledg’d Comrade. Beware 
 Of entrance to a quatrell: but being in 
 Bear’t that th’oppofed may beware of thee. 
 Give every man thine eare ; but few thy voyce 
 Take cach mans cenfure : but refervethy judgement ; 
 Coftly thy habit as thy purfe can buy ; a 
 Bur not expreft in fancy ; ricb,not gaudy : 
 For theapparell oft proclaimes the man. 
 Andthey in France of the beft ranke and ftation,’ 
 Are of a moft {elect and generous cheffinthat. 
 Neither a borrower,nor alender be ; 
 For Loane oft lofes both it felfe and friend : 
 A borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry. 
 This abayeall; to thine owne felfe betrue : 
 Andit matt follow,asthe Night the Day, 
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 Laer, Mott humbly doc I take my leave,my Lord. 
 
 Polon. The time invites you,goc,your fervantstend, 
 
 Laer. Farewell Ophelia,and remember well 
 What I have faid to youe 
 
 Ophe. Tisin my memory lockt, 
 
 And you your felfe fhall keepe the Key of it. 
 
 Laer. Farewell. Exit Laer, 
 
 Polon.. \What ift Ophelia he hath faid to you? 
 
 Ophe.So pleafe you,fomthing touching the L,Hamlet. 
 
 Polon, Marry ,well bethought 
 Tis told me he hath very oft of late 
 Given private time to you ; and you your felfe 
 Fave of your andierce beene moft free and bounteouss 
 If it be fo,asfotis put on me 5 
 And that in way of caution: I mutt tell you, 
 
 You doc not underftand your felfe fo clearely, 
 Asit behoves my Daughter,and your honour. 
 What is betweene you.give me up the truth? 
 
 Ophe, He hath my Lord of late,made many tenders 
 Of his affection to me. 
 
 Polon, Affection,puh. You fpeake like a greene Girle, 
 Vnfifted in fuch perillous circumflances 
 Doe you beleeve his tenders,as you call them ? 
 
 Ophe.1 doe not know,my Lord, what 1 fhould thinke. 
 
 P olon.Marry Ile teach you; thinke your felfe a Baby, 
 
 That you have tane his tenders for true pay, 
 Which are not ttarling. Tender your felfe more dearely 5 
 Or not to cracke the wind of the poore Phrafe, 
 Roaming it thus.yeu'l tender mea foole. ‘ 
 Ophe. My Lord,he hath importun’d me withlove, 
 In honourable fafhion, 
 Polon. 1,fafhion you may call it,goe to,goe to. 
 Ophe. And hath given countenance to his {peech, 
 My Lord, with all the vowes of heaven. 
 
 Polon, 1,Springestocatch Woodcocks, I doe know 
 When the blood butnes, how prodigall the fo-le 
 Gives the tongue vowes : thefe blazes, daughter, 
 Giving more light than heat, extinétin both, 
 
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 You mutt not take for fire. Forthis time Daughter, 
 
 Be fomewhat {canter of your Maiden prefence, 
 
 Sct your entreatments at a higher rate, 
 
 Thena command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, 
 
 Beleeve {o much in him,that he is yong, 
 
 And wicha larger tether may be walke, 
 
 Then may be given you. In few, Ophelia, 
 
 Doe not beleeve his vowes; forthey are Broakers, 
 
 Not of theeye,which their Inveftments fhew = 
 
 Bat meere implorators of unholy Sutes, 
 
 Breething like fanctified and pious bonds, 
 
 The better to beguile. Thisis for alls 
 
 I would not,in plaine termes, from this time forth, 
 
 Have you fo flander any moment leifure, 
 
 Asto give words or talke with the Lord Hamlet : 
 
 Looke too’t,I charge you ; come your way. 
 Ophe. 1 fhallobey my Lord. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 Ham. The Ayrebites fhrew’dly + is it vety cold? 
 Hor. \tis a nipping and an eager ayres 
 Ham, What houre now ? 
 Hor, 1 thinke it lackes of rwelve. 
 Mar, No,it is ftrooke. (feafon, 
 Hor, Indeed I heard it not : then itdrawes neete the 
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 What does this meane my Lord ? (roufe, 
 Ham. The King doth waketo nightyandtakes his 
 re waffels,and the {waggering upf{pring reeles, 
 Andas he dreines his draughts of Renifh downe, 
 The Kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out 
 The triumph of his pledge. 
 Hor. Itisa cuftome ? 
 Ham, 1 marry is’t: 
 And to my mind,though I am pative here, 
 And to the manner borne : It isa cuftome 
 More honour’d in the breach,than the obfervance. 
 Enter Ghoft, 
 Hor. Looke my Lord it comes. 
 Ham, Angels and Minifters of grace defend us : 
 Be thou a f{pirit of health,or Goblin damn’d, 
 Bring with thee ayres from heaven,or blatts from hell,' 
 Be thy events wicked or charitable, 
 Thou com’ft in fucha queftionable fhape 
 That I will {peake tothee. Ile call thee Hamlet, 
 King,Father,Royall Dane : Oh,oh,anfwer me, 
 Let me not burft in ignorance ; but tell 
 Why thy Canoniz’d bones hearfed in death, 
 Have burfttheir Cearments,why the Sepulcher 
 Wherein we {aw thee quietly Inurn’d, 
 Hath op’d his ponderous and Marble jawes, 
 To caft thee up againe? What may this meane ? 
 That thou dead Coarfe againe in compleat fteele, 
 Revifitlt thus the glimpfes of the Moone, 
 Making night hideous ? And we fooles of Nature, 
 So horridly to fhake our difpofition, 
 With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our foules, 
 Saywwhy is this,wherefore ? what flould we doe ? 
 Gheft Beckens Hamlet, 
 Hor. It beckens youto goe away with it; 
 As if it {ome impartment did defire 
 To youalone. 
 Mar. Looke with what courteous action 
 It wafts youto a more removed ground : 
 But doe not goe with it. 
 Hor, No,by no meanes. ; 
 Ham. It will noc{peake : then will! follow it. 
 Hor, Doe not my Lord. 
 Ham. Why,what fhould be thé feare ? 
 T doe not fet my life at a Pins fee ; 
 And for my foule what canit doe tothat ? 
 Being a thing immortal! as it felfe : 
 It waves me forth againe; Ile follow it. 
 Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord ? 
 Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe, 
 That bectles o’re his bafe into the Sea, 
 And there affumesfome other horrible forme, 
 Which might deprive your Soveraignty of Reaion, 
 And draw you into madnefle ? thinke of it. 
 Ham. \t wafts me {till : goe on, Ile follow thee. 
 Mar, You fhall nor goe my Lord. 
 Ham; Hold off your band. 
 Hor. Be rul’d,you fhall not goe. 
 Ham My fatecriesout, 
 And makes each petty Artire in this body; 
 As hardy as the Nemian Lions Nerve: 
 Still am I call’d? Vnhand me Gentlemen : 
 By heav’n, Ile makea Ghoft ae that lets me: 
 g Ile follow thee. : 
 I fay away,goe on. Ile E xcmne Coif nid Hasler. 
 Hor. Hewaxes defperate with imagination. — 
 Mar. Let’s follow ; tis not fit thus to obey him. 
 
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 Mar, Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke. 
 
 Hor, Heaven will direc ir, 
 Mar, Nay,let’s follow him. Exeunt. 
 Enter Ghoft and Hamlet. 
 
 Ham, I will. 
 
 Gbo. My honour isalmoft come, 
 When Ito fulphurousand tormenting Flames 
 | Muftrender up my felfe. 
 Ham. Alas poore Ghott. 
 Ghof. Pitty me not but lend thy ferious hearing 
 To what I fhall unfold. 
 Ham. Speake,\ am bound to heare. 
 
 Ham, What? 
 
 Ghoft. Lam thy fathers fpirit. 
 Doom’d for a certaine terme to walke the night ; 
 And for the day confin’d to faft in-fiers, 
 Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature, 
 Are burnt and purg’d away ? But that Iam forbid 
 Totell the fecrets of my Prifon-houfe ; 
 I coulda Tale unfold,whofeiightelt word 
 Would harrow up thy foule,freeze thy yong blood, 
 
 Thy knotty and combined lockes to part, 
 
 And each particular haire to ftand an end, 
 
 Like Quills upon the fretfull Porpentine : 
 
 But this erernail blazon muft not be 
 
 To eares of Ficth and Blood ; lift Hamle,oh hift, 
 | If thou didftever thy deare father love. 
 
 Ham. Ohheaven ! 
 
 Ham. Marther ? 
 
 Ghoft. Murther moft foule,as in the beft it is; 
 But this moft foule,{trange,and unnatural, 
 
 Ham, Hatte,hafte me to know ir, 
 
 That I with wings as fwift 
 As Meditation,or the thoughts of Love, 
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 Ghoft. ifindethee aps; “ ; 
 And duller fhould’it thou be than the far weed 
 That rots it felfe in eafe,on Lethe Wharfe, 
 Would’it thou not ftirre in thise Now Hamlet heare : 
 It’s given our,that fleeping in mine Orchard, 
 A Serpert ftung me : {othe whole eare of Denmarke, 
 Is by a forged proceffe of my death 
 Rankly abus’d: But know thou noble youth, 
 The Serpent that did fting’ thy fathers lite, 
 Now weares his Crowne, 
 
 Ham. O my Propheticke foule : mine Vncle 2 
 
 Ghoft, 1,that inceftuous,that adulterate Beaft 
 With witchraft of his wits, bath traiterous gifts, 
 Oh wicked’ wit,and gifts,that have the power 
 So tofeduce ? Won tothis thamefull Lut 
 The will of my moft feeming vertuous Queene :' 
 Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there, 
 From me,whofe love was of that dignity, 
 That it went hand in hand,even with the Vow 
 I made to her in Marriage ;and to decline 
 Vpona Wretch,whofe naturall gifts weré poore 
 
 To thofe of mine.But Vertue, as it never will be moved 
 
 Though Lewdneffe court it ina fhape of heaven ; 
 So Lutt,though to a radiant Angell link’d, 
 
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 Ham. Where wilt thou leademe? fpeake:Tle goe no 
 Ghoft. Marke me. (further. 
 
 Gho, Soart thou to revenge,whenthou fhalt heare. 
 
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 But foft,me thinks {cent the Mornings Ayres 
 Briefe ietme be : Sleeping within mine Orchard, 
 My cuftome alwayes in the afternoone ; 
 
 Vpon my fecure howre thy Vncle {tole 
 
 With juyce of curfed Hebenon ina Violl, 
 
 And in the 2orches of mine eares did poure 
 
 The leaperous Diftilment 5 whofe effect 
 
 Holds {achan enmity with bloud of Man, 
 
 Tht {wift as Quick-filver it courfes through 
 The naturall Gates and Allies of the body ; 
 
 And witha fodaine vigour it doth poffet 
 
 And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke, 
 The thin and whoifome blood : fo did it mine ; 
 Anda moft inftant Tetter bak’d about, 
 
 Moft Lazar-like, with vileand loath‘ome cruft, 
 All my fmooth body. 
 
 Thus was I, fleeping, by a Brothers hand, 
 
 OF Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once difpatcht - 
 Cut off even in the bloffomes of my Sinne, 
 Vnhouzzled, difappointed, unnaneld, 
 
 No reckoning made, but fent to my account 
 Withall my imperfections on my head , 
 
 Oh, horrible, Oh horrible, moft horrible : 
 
 If thou haft nature in thee beare it not ; 
 
 Let not the Royall Bed of Dermarke be 
 
 A Couch for Luxury and damned Inceft, 
 
 But howfoever thon purfueft this Act, 
 
 Taint notthy mind ; nor let thy foule contrive 
 Againft thy Mother ought ; leave her to heaven, 
 And to thofe Thornes that in her bofomelodge, 
 To pricke and fting her. Fare thee well at once, 
 The Glow-worme fhowes the Matine tobe neere, 
 And gins to pale his une ffectuall Fire : 
 Adue,adue, Hamlet : remember me. 
 
 And fhall I couple hell? Oh fie : hold my heart ; 
 And you my fingewes, grow not inftant Old ; 
 But beare me ftiffely up: remember thee? 
 I, thou poore Ghett, while memory. holds a feate 
 In this diftracted Globe : Remember thee? 
 Yea, from the Table of my Memory, 
 Ile wipe away all triviall fond Records, 
 Allfawes of bookes, all formes, all preflures pat, 
 That youth and obfervation coppied there ; 
 And thy Commandment all alone fhall live 
 Within the booke and Volume of my braine, 
 4 Vnmixt with bafer matter yes, yes, by heaven : 
 Ohmoft pernicious woman | 
 Oh Villaine, Villaine, {miling damned Villaine | 
 My Tables, my Tables: meet it is I ferit downe, 
 That one may finile, and {mile and bea Villaine ; 
 Atleaft I'm fureit may be fo in Denmarke ; 
 So Vuckle there you are : now to my word, 
 Itis; Adue, Aduc, Remember me: Ihave {wornt. 
 Hor. c& Mar. wiikis, My Lord, my Lord. 
 Enur Horatio and Marcellus, 
 (Mar, Lord Hamle:. 
 Hor. Heaven{ecure him. 
 (Mar. Sobcit. 
 Hor. Ilo, ho, ho, my Lord. 
 Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ; comebird, come, 
 Mar. How if’tmy Noble Lord ? 
 Hor. Whatnewes, my Lord? 
 Ham, Oh wonderfull? 
 Hor. Good my Lord tell it. 
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 Mar. Nor Iymy Lord, (thinke it? 
 Ham, How fay you then, would heart of man once 
 
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 Both, \,by heav’a,my Lord- 
 Ham, There's ne’er a villaine dwelling inall Denmark 
 But he’s an arrant Knave. 
 Hor. There needs no Ghoft my Lord, come fromthe 
 Grave to tell ns this. 
 Ham. Why right,yeuare ith'right 5 
 And fo without more circumftance at all, 
 I hold it fit that we fhake hands,and part : 
 You,as your bufineffe and defires fhall point you: 
 For every man has bufinefle and defire, 
 Such as it is :and for mine owne poore part, 
 Looke you,|le gce pray. 
 Hor: Thefe are but wilde and hurling words, ty Lord. 
 Ham. Ym forry they offend you heartily ¢ 
 Wes faith,beartily. 
 Hor. There’sno offencemy Lord. 
 Ham. Yes,by Saint Patricke,but there is my Lord, 
 And much offence too. touching this Vifion here: 
 It is an honeft Ghoft,that let me tell you : 
 For your defire to know what is betweeneus, 
 O’re-mafter’tas you may. And now good friends, 
 Asyouare Friends,Schollers,and Souldiers, 
 Give me cne poore requeft. 
 Hor. What is’t my Lord? wewill. 
 Ham, Never make knowne what you have feeneto 
 Both, My Lord,we will not. (night, 
 Ham, Nay,but {wear’t. 
 Hor. \n faith my Lord,notl, 
 (Mar. Nor my Lord ; im faith 
 Ham. Vpon my Sword, 
 Mar, Wehave {worne my Lordalready, 
 Ham, Indeed,upon my fword, indeed, 
 Gho, Sweare- Ghoft cries under the Stage. 
 Ham, Ahhaboy,fayeft thoufo, Art thouthere true: 
 penny? Come on .you heare this fellow in the felleridgee 
 Confent to {weare. 
 Her. Propofé the oath my Lord. 
 Ham. Never to {peake of thisthat you have feenes 
 Sweare by my Sword, 
 Gho, Sweare. 
 Ham. Hic e vbique ? Then wee'l fhift for ground, 
 Come hither Gentlemen, 
 Andlay your hands agatoe upon my {word. 
 Never tofpeake of this that you have heard 
 Sweare by my Sword. 
 Ghoft, Sweare. 
 Ham, Wellfaid old Mole,can’ & worke ith’ground fo 
 A worthy Pioner,once moreremove good friend. 
 
 Hor. Oh day and night, burthis is wondrous ftranges 
 Ham. Andtherefore asa ftranger give it welcomes 
 There are more things in heaven and earth Marati?s 
 Than are dream’t of in our Philofophy. But‘come, 
 
 Here as before,never {0 helpe you mercy» 
 
 How ftrange or oddefoere I bearemy felfe ; 
 
 (AsI perchance hereafter fhall thinke meet 
 
 To put an Anticke difpofition on :) 
 
 That you at {uch time feeing me,never fhall 
 
 With Armes encombred thus,or thus,head (hake 5 
 Or by pronouncing of fomedoubrfull phrafe ; 
 Aswell,we know,or we could,and if we would, | 
 Or if we lift to {peake ; or there beandif there mig 
 Or fuch ambiguous giving out tonote, 
 
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 That you know ought of we ; this not to doe : 
 So grace and mercy at your moft need helpe you : 
 Sweare. 
 
 Ghoft, Sweare. 
 
 Ham. Rett reft perturbed Spirit ; fo Gentlemen, 
 With all my love commend meto you; 
 And what fo poore a man as Hamlet is, 
 May doe t’expreffe his love and friending to.you, 
 God willing thallnot lacke : let us goe in together, 
 And ftill your fingers on your lippes I pray, 
 The time is out of joyat : Oh curfed {pight, 
 That ever I was borne to fet it right. 
 
 Nay,come, lets goe together. Exeunt. 
 
 oA étus Secundus, 
 
 Enter Polonius and Reynoldo. 
 ‘Pelon.Give him his money,and thofe notes Reynolde. 
 Reznold. Twill my Lord, 
 Polow. You fhall doe marvels wifely : good Reynolde. 
 Before you vifite him you make inquiry 
 Of his behaviour. 
 Reynold. My Lord, 1 did intend it. 
 Pols. Marry, well faid : 
 Very well faid. Looke youfir, : 
 Enquire me firft what Danskers are in Paris ; 
 And how,and who;what meanes ; and where they keepe: 
 What company,at what expence : and finding 
 By this encompafiement and drift of queftion, 
 That they doe know my fonne : Come you more necre 
 Than your particular demaunds will touch tt, _ 
 Take youas twere fome dittant knowledge of him, 
 And thus,I know his father and his friends, 
 And in part him. Dee you marke this Reynoldo? 
 Reynold, 1, very weli my Lord, 
 Polon. And in part him,but you may fay not well ; 
 But if’t be he I meane,hees very wilde; 
 | Addicted fo and fo ; and there put on him 
 | What forgeries you pleafe: marry,none fo ranke, 
 
 As may difhonour bias; take heed of that 3 
 
 Bat Sir,f{uch wanton, wilde,and ufuall flips, 
 
 Asarecompanions noted and moft knowne 
 
 To youth and liberty- 
 
 Reynold. Asgamingmy Lords 
 Polon. Tor drinking,tencing,{wearing, 
 Quarrelling,Drabbing. You may goc fo farre. 
 Rey. My Lord that would difhonour him. 
 Polen, Faith no,as you may feafon it in thecharges ; 
 
 You mutt not put another fcandall on him, 
 
 That he is opentoIncontinency ; i ua 
 
 Thats not my meaning; but breathe his faultsfo quaintly, 
 
 That they may feeme the taints of liberty : 
 
 The flath and out-breake ofa fiery minde, 
 
 A favagenefie in unreclaim’d blood of generall affault, 
 Reynold. Butmy good Lord. 
 Polen. Wherefore fhould you doe this 2 
 Reynol. 1 my Lord,I would know that. 
 Polon. Marry Sir,here’s my drift, 
 
 And I beleeve itis a fetch ef warrant: - 
 
 You laying thefe flight fulleyes on my Sonne; 
 
 As “pte a thing 3 little foil’d i’th’ working : ¢ one 
 
 Markeyou your party in converfe; him you woul 
 
 / Having ever feene. Inthe prenominate crimes; 
 
 ‘The Tragedy 
 
 of Hamlet, 
 
 The youth you breath of guilty,beaffur’d 
 He clofes with you in this confequence : 
 Good fir,or f0,or friend,or Gentleman. 
 According 'tothe Phrafe and the Addition, 
 Of man and Conntrey, 
 
 Reynel. Very good my Lord. 
 
 Polon. And then fir does he this 2 
 He does : what was I about to fay ? 
 I was about to fay nocbing: wheredid Heave ? 
 
 Reynol. At clofes in the confequence’: 
 
 At friend,or fo,and Gentleman. 
 
 Reynol, At clofes inthe confequence;| marry, 
 He clofes with you thus.- I know the Gentleman, 
 I faw him yefterday,ortother day 5 
 Orthen,or then,with f{uchand {uch,and as you fay; 
 There was he gaming,there o’retooke in’s Roufe, 
 Their falling ouc at Tennis ;or perchance, 
 
 I faw him enter {uch a houfe of faile ; 
 Videlscer.a Brothell,or fo forth.Sec you now ; 
 Your bait of falfhood,takes this Cape of truth ; 
 And thus doe we of wifedome and of teach 
 With Windleffes,and with aflayes of Byas, 
 
 By indirections finde dire@ions out : 
 
 So by my former Lecture'and advice 
 
 Shall you my fonne ; you have me,have you not ? 
 
 Reynol. My Lord I have. 
 
 Polo. God buy you ; fare you well. 
 
 Reyxol. Good my Lord. 
 
 Polon. Obterve his inclination in your felfe. 
 
 Reynol. I fhall my Lord. 
 
 Polon. And let him ply his Muficke. 
 
 Reynol. Well,my Lords Exit, 
 
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 Enter Ophelia. 
 Pol. Farewell: 
 How now Ophelia, whats the matter ? 
 Ophe. Alasmy Lord,I have becn fo affrighted. 
 Pol, With what,in the Name of Heaven ? 
 Ophe. My Lord,as I was fowing inmy Chamber, 
 Lord Hamlet with bis coublet all unbrac’d, 
 No Hat upon his head, his ttockings foul'd, 
 Vagartter’d,and downe-gyved to his Ancle, 
 Pale as his fhirt,his knees knocking each other, 
 And with alooke fo pitteous in parport, 
 As if he had been loofed out of Hell, 
 To fpeake of horrors : he‘ comes before me. 
 Polox, Mad for thy Love ? 
 Ophe, My Lord, do not know:but truly I do feare it. 
 Polon. What faid he ? 
 Ophe. Hetooke me by the writ. 
 Then goes he to the lengtli of all his Arme ; 
 And with his other hand.thus o’re his brow, 
 He fals to fuch perufall of my face, 
 As he would draw it. Long itaid he fo, 
 Aclaft,alittle thaking of my arme, 
 And thrice his head thus waving up and downe; 
 He rais’da (igh, fo hideous and profound, 
 That it did feeme to hatter all his bulke, 
 Andend his being. That done,he lets goe, 
 And witlrhis head over his fhonlders turn’d; 
 Hefeem’d to find his way without his eyes, 
 For ont adores he went without their helpe; 
 And re the laft, bended their light on me. 
 Polon. Goe with me! will goe feeke the King, 
 This is the very extafie ofLove, 
 Whofe violent propertic foredoes it felfe, 
 
And leads the will todefperate Vidertakings, 
 As oft as any paffion under heaven, 
 That does afflict our Natures, Tam forty, 
 What have you given him any hard words of late ? 
 Ophe. No my good Lord : but asyou did command, 
 I did repell his Letters,and deny'd 
 Hisacceffe to mes 
 Pel. That hath made him mad. 
 I am forry that with better fpeed and judgement 
 I had act quoted ‘him. I feare he did but trifle, 
 And meant to wracke thee : butbefhrew my jealoufie : 
 It {cemesit 1s as proper to Our Age; 
 To caft beyond our felvesin our epinions, 
 Asit is common for the yonger fort : 
 To lacke diferetion. Come goe we to the King, (move 
 This muft be knowne , which being kept clofe might 
 More griefeto hide,than hate to utter love. Exeung. 
 
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 Scena Secunda, 
 
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 Enter King, Queene Rofincro ffe,and Guilden- 
 fpare Cumalys. 
 King. Welcome deare Rofincros and Guildenftare. 
 Moreover,that we much did long to fee you, 
 The need we have to ufe you,did provoke 
 Our hafty. fending. Something have you heard 
 Of Hamlets transformation : {oI call it, 
 Sincenot th’exterior: nor the inward man 
 - Refembles that itwase Whatit fhouldbe . 
 More than his fathers death, that thus hath put him 
 So much from th’underftanding of himfelfe, 
 Ieannot deeme of. I intreat you both, 
 That being of fo yong dayes brought up with him : 
 And fince fo Neighbour'd to his youth.and humour, 
 That you vouchfafe your reft here in our Court 
 Somelittle time : fo by your Companies 
 To draw him onto pleafures,and to gather 
 So muchas from Occafions you may gleane, 
 That open’d lies within our remedy, 
 ‘9x, Good Gentlemen,he hath much talk’d of you, 
 And fure Iam,two menthereare not living, 
 To whom he more adheres. Ifit will pleate you 
 To fhew uso neuch gentry and good will, 
 As to expend your time with usa while, 
 Fer the {upply and profit of our hope, 
 Your Vifitation fhall receive {uch thankes, 
 As fitsa Kings remembrance. 
 Refin. Both your Maiefties ? 
 Might by the Soveraigne power you have of us, 
 Put your dread pleafures,more into command | 
 Than to Entreaty. 
 Guil. We bothebey, . 
 Ard here give up our felves,in the fullbene, 
 Tolay our Services freely at your feet, 
 Te be commanded, 
 Kin. Thankes Rofincros,and gentle Gaildenftare, 
 ™ Du. Thankes Guildenftare and gentle Roftneros, 
 And I befvech you inftantly to vilit 
 My too-much changed fonne- 
 Goe fome of ye, 
 And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is. 
 Gail. Heavens make our prefenceand our practifes, 
 Pleafant and helpefull co him. Exeunt, 
 
 . But let that goe. 
 
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 280 T he Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 Queen. Amen 
 Enter Polonins. 
 
 Pel. The Ambafladers from Norway, my good Lord, | 
 
 Are joyfully return’d. 
 King. Thou fill haft bin the father of good Newes. 
 Pel, Havel,my Lord? Affure you,my good Liege; 
 I hold my duty,as I hold my Soule, 
 Both to my God,one to my gracious King 
 And I doe thinke,or elfe this braine of mine 
 Hunts not the traile of Policy,fo fure 
 As I have us’d to doe , that I have found 
 The very caufe of Hamslets Lunacy. 
 Kin. Oh {peake of that,that I doe long to heare- 
 Pol. Give firftadmittance toth Ambafladors, 
 My Newes hall be the Newes to that great Feat. 
 King. Thy felfedoe graceto them, and bring them in. 
 He tels me my fweet Queene,that he hath found 
 The head and fourfe ofall your fonnesdiftempers 
 Qu, 1 doubtit is no other,but the maine, 
 Histathers death,and our ore-hafty Marriage. 
 Enter Polonius,Voltimand, and Cornelitt. 
 King.. Well,we thail fift him. Welcome good Friends: 
 Say Voltimand what from our Brother Norway? 
 Volt, Molt taire returne of Greetings,and Defires: 
 Vpon oar firft,he fent out to fupprefle 
 His Nephewes Levies;which to him appear’d 
 To be a preparation ‘gainft the Polak: 
 But betrerlook’d into,he truly found 
 It was againtt ) our Highncfie,whereat grieved, 
 Twat fo his Sickneffe, Age,and Impotence. 
 Was falfely borne in hand,fends out Arrefts 
 On Fortinbras,which he(in briefe )obeyes, 
 Receives rebuke from Norway : and in fines 
 Makes V ow before his Vncle,never more 
 To give th’aflay of Armes againft your Majelty 
 Whereen old Norway,overcome with joy, 
 Gives him three tRoufand Crownes in Annuall Fee, 
 And his Commiffion to imploy thofe Souldiers 
 So levied as beforesagainft the Polak 
 With an intreaty herein further fhewne, 
 That it might pleafe you to give quiet pafle 
 Through your Dominions for his enterprize, 
 On fuch regards of fafety and allowances . 
 Astherein are fet downe. 
 King. Itlikesus well: 
 Andat our more confides’d time wee’l read, 
 Anfwer,and thinke upon this Bufineffe. 
 Meane time we thanke you, for your tvell-look’t labour: 
 Goe to your reft,at night wee'l Feaft together. 
 Mutt welcomé home. ExiteAmbafe 
 Pol. This bufineffe is very well ended. 
 My Liege and Madrm,to expoftulate 
 What Majeftie fhould be, what Duty is, 
 Why day is dey ; night,night ; and time is time, 
 Were nothing but to wa{te Night,Day,and Times 
 Therefore, fince Brevitie is the Soule of Wit, 
 And tediou{neffe,the limbes and outward flonrifhes, 
 I will bebriefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad t 
 Mad call I it ; forto definetrue Madneffe, f 
 What is’t, butto be nothing elfebut mad. 
 
 Qu. More matter, with leffe Art. 
 
 Pol. Madam,| {weare Lufeno Artat all: 
 That heis mad’tis true: T is true,tis pitty, 
 And pitty it is true: A foolifh figure, 
 
 But farewell it : for I will ufe no Art. 
 
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 ences 
 
 Mad let us grant him then: and now remaines | 
 That we find out the the caufe of this effec; 
 Or rather fay, the caufe of this defect ; 
 For this effect defective, comes by caufe, 
 Thus it remaines, and, the remainder thus. Perpends | 
 
 T have a daughter ; have, whilft theis mine, 
 Who in her Duty and Obedience, marke, 
 Hath giveu me this: now gather, and furmife. 
 The Letter. 
 
 Tothe Celeftrall, and my Soules Idoll, the most beautified O- 
 phelia. 
 Thats an ill Phrafe, a vildePhrafe, beautified is a vilde 
 Phrafe : but you fhall heare thefe in her excellent white 
 bofome, thefe. 
 
 Luce. Came this from Hamlet to her. 
 
 Pot, Good Madam ftay awhile, I will be faithfull. 
 Dowbe chow, the Starres are fire, 
 Dowbr, that the Sunne doth move : 
 Donbt Truth to be a Lier, 
 But never Donbr; I love. 
 O deere Ophelia, [ am ill at thefe Number : I have not eArt | 
 toreckon my grones, but that I love thee best, oh most Bef | 
 beleeve tt. Adieu. | 
 
 Y hine evermore moft deere Lady, whilft this 
 Machine is to bim, Hamlet. 
 
 This in Obedience hath my daughter fhew'd me : 
 And more above hath his foliciting,* 
 As they fell out by Time, by meanes, and place; 
 All given to mine eare, 
 
 King. Bat how hath the receiv’d his Love? 
 
 Pot. What doe you thinke of me? 
 
 King. As ofa man, faithfull and honorable. . 
 
 Pol.J would faine prove fo.But what might you think? 
 When I had feene this hot love on the wing, 
 As | perceived it, I muft tellyou that 
 Before my daughter told me, what might you 
 
 Or my deere Majefty you Queene heere, thinke, 
 If bad playd the Deske or Table-booke, 
 | 
 
 Or given my hearta winking, mute and dumbe, 
 Or look’d upon this Love, with idle fight, 
 What might you thinke ? No, I went round to worke, 
 And my, yong Miftris thus i did befpeake ; 
 Lord Hamiler is a Prince out of chy Sphere, 
 This muf not be: and then, I preeepts gave her, 
 That fhe fhould locke her felfe from his Refort, 
 Admit no Meflengers,receivenoTokens: _ 
 Which done, the tooke the fruites of my Advice, 
 And he repulfed , a fhort Tale to make, 
 Fellinto a Sadneffe, thenintoa Fait, 
 Thence toa'Watch, thence intoa Weakenefle, 
 Thence toa Lightneffe, and by thisdeclenfion 
 Into the Madnefle whereon now he raves, 
 And all we waile fore 
 King, Doe you thinketis this ¢ 
 Que. It may be very likely. . 
 Pol. Hath there bene fucha time, Ide faine know that, 
 That I have pofitively {aid , tis fo, 
 When it prov’d otherwife ? 
 King. NotthatI know. : 
 Pol. Takethis from this , ifthisbe otherwife, 
 If Circumftances leade me, I will find 
 Where truthis hid, though it were hid indeed 
 Within the Center: 
 King. How may we try it further ? 
 Pol. Youknow fometimes 
 He walkes foure houres together, heere 
 
 ~ The Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 | Inthe Lobby: 
 
 Quee. So he has indeed. 
 Pol. Atfucha time Heloofe my Daughter to him, 
 Be youand I behinde an Arrasthen, 
 Marke theencounter : Ifhelove her not, 
 And be not from his reafon falne thereon ; 
 Let mebe no Affiftant for a State, 
 And keepe a Farme and Carters, 
 King. We will try it. 
 
 Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke. 
 
 Lue, But looke where fadly the poore wretchi 
 Comes reading. 
 
 Pel. Away I doe befeech you, both away, 
 
 Ile boord him prefently. Exit King and Queene. 
 Oh give meleave. How does my good Lord Hamlet. 
 
 Ham. W cll, gcd-a-mercy. 
 
 Pol. Doe you know me, my Lord ? 
 
 Ham. Excellent, excellent well: y’are a Fifhmonger. 
 
 Pol. Not I my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Then I would you were fo honeft aman, 
 
 Pol. Honeft, my Lord? 
 
 Ham. \ fir,to be honeftas this world goes, is to be 
 oneman pick’d out of two thoufand, 
 
 Pol. Thats very true, my Lord. 
 
 Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge, 
 being a good kifling Carsion——— 
 
 Have you a daughter ? 
 
 Pol, Ihave my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Let her not walke i’th Sunne : Conception isa 
 bleffing, but notas your daughter may conceive. Friend 
 looke too’t. 
 
 Pol. How fay you by that Still harping on my daugh- 
 ter: yethe knew me not at firft;he faid I was a Fifhmon- 
 ger; heis farre gone, farre gone : aud truly inmy youth, 
 I fuffred much extreamity tor love: very neere this. Ile 
 {peake to him againe. What doe you read my Lord ? 
 
 Ham, Words, words, words. 
 
 Pol. What is the matter, my Lord ¢ 
 
 Ham. Betweene whom ? 
 
 Pol, 1 meane the matter you meane, my Lord. 
 
 Ham, Slanders fir: for the Satyricall {lave fayes here; 
 that old men have gray Beards ;that their facesare wrin- 
 kled ; their eyes purging thiche Amber, or Plum-Tree 
 Gumme: aid that they havea plentifull locke of Wit, 
 together with weake hammmes. All which Sir, though I 
 moft powerfully, and potently belkeve; yet I hold it 
 not Honefty to have it thus fet downe : For you your 
 felfe Sir, fhould be old as I am, if like a Crab you could 
 goe backward, 
 
 Pol. Though this be madnefle. 
 
 Yetthere is Method in’t s will you walke 
 Out of the ayre my Lord? 
 
 Ham. Into my Grave ? 
 
 Pol. Indeed that is out oth Ayre : 
 
 How pregnant (fometimes) his Repliesare > 
 A happinefle, 
 
 That often Madneffe hits on, 
 
 Which Reafonand Sanity could not 
 
 So profperoufly be deliver’d of. 
 
 I will leave him, 
 
 And fodainely contrive the meanes of meeting 
 Betweene him, and my daughter. 
 
 My honorable Lord, I will moft humbly 
 
 Take my leave of you. 
 
 } 94 Ham 
 
282 
 
 Pe a a oy eee 
 
 Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing, thatl 
 will more willingly part withall, except my life, my 
 life. 
 
 Felon. Fare you well my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Thefe tedious old fooles. 
 
 Polen, You goe to fecke my Lord Hamlet; there he 
 1Se 
 
 Enter Rofincros ana Guildenstar. 
 
 Rojin. God fave you Sir. 
 
 Guild. Mine honour’d Lord ? 
 
 Rofin. My moft deare Lord # 
 
 Ham, My excellent good friends ? How do’ft thou 
 Guildenftar ? Oh, Rofincros, good Lads: How doe yee 
 both ? 
 
 Rofim. Asthe indifferent Children of the earth. 
 
 Guild. Happy, in that we are not over-happy? on For- 
 tunes Cap, we are not the very Button. 
 Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shooe @ 
 
 Rofin. Neither my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Then youlive about her watte, 
 dle of her favour ? 
 
 Gusld. Faith, her privates, wee 
 
 Ham. Inche fecret parts of Fortune? Oh, moft true : 
 fhe isa Strumpet. Whats the newes. 
 
 Rofin. None my Lord but that the Worlds growne 
 honett. 
 
 Ham, Thenis Doomefday neere : But your newesis 
 not true. Let me queftion more in particular: what have 
 you my good friends, deferved atthe hands, of fortune, 
 that fhe fends you to Prifon hither 2 
 
 Guild. Prifon,my Lord? 
 
 Ham. Denmark's a Prifon. 
 
 Rofis, Then is the World one. 
 
 Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Con- 
 fines. Wards,and Dangeons ; Denmarke being one o’th’ 
 wortt. 
 
 Rofin, Wethinke not fo my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Why then tis noneto yoa ; for there is nothing 
 either good or bad, but thinking makes it {0 :to me it 1s 
 a prilons 
 
 Rofin. Why then your Ambition makes it one: tis 
 too narrow for your minde. 
 
 Ham. © God, I could be bounded in a nutfhell, and 
 count my felfe a King of infinite ipace ; wereit noc that 
 I have bad dreames. 
 
 Guild. Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the 
 very fubftance of the Ainbitious, is meerciy the fhadow 
 of a Dreaine. 
 
 Ham. A dreainc it felfe is but a fhadow, 
 
 Rofim. Truely, andI hold Ambition of fo ayry and 
 light a quality, thatit is buca fhadowes fhadow. 
 
 Ham. Then ‘are our Beggers bodics ; and our Mo- 
 narchs and out-ftretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes : 
 fhall we to th’Court: for, by my fey I cannot rea- 
 fon? 
 
 Both. We'll wait upon you. 
 
 Ham. No fuch matter. I willnot fort you with the 
 reftof my fervants : for to fpeake to you hike'an honeft 
 man: | am moft dreadfully attended ;but in the beaten 
 way of friendfhip. What make you at E/fnsoer? 
 
 Rofin. To vilit you my Lord, no other oceafion. 
 
 ham. Begeger that I am, | am even poore in thankes ; 
 but ithanke you: and dure dearefiiendsmy thankes 
 are too dearea halfepeny ; were you not fentfor? Is it 
 your owne inclining ? Is ita free vifitation? Come, 
 
 or in the mid- 
 
 The Tragedic of Hamlet. 
 
 | deale juftly with me: come,come; nay fpeake. 
 
 Guild, What fhould we fay my Lord? 
 
 Ham. Why any thing. Butto the purpofe ; you were 
 fent for ; and thereisa kind confeffion in your lookes; 
 which your modefties have not craft enough to co- 
 lour I know the good King and Queene have fent for you. 
 
 Rofiz, To what end my Lord ? 
 
 Ham. That youmuft teach me: but let me conjure 
 youby the rights of our fellowfhip,by the confonancy of 
 our youth,»y the Obligation of our ever-preferved love, 
 and by what more deare, a better propofer could charge 
 you withall; be even and direct with me, whether, you 
 
 were fent for or no. 
 
 Rofin. What fay you ? 
 
 Ham. Nay then I have an eye of you; if you love me 
 hold not off. 
 
 Gmild. My Lord, we were fent for. 
 
 Ham. I willtcliyou why; fo fhall my anticipation ) 
 prevent your difcovery of your fecrecy to the King and | 
 
 Qucene : moult no feather,} have of laté,but wherefore 
 I know not, loft ail my mirth, forgone all cuftome of ex- 
 ercife sand indeed, it goes fo heavenly with my difpofi- 
 tion ; that this goodly frame the earth,, feemes. to me 4 
 fterriil Promontor ysthis moft excellent Canopy the Ayre 
 looke you,this brave ore-hanging,this Ma jetticall Roofe, 
 tretted with golden fire: why, it appeared no other thing 
 to me, then a foulé and pettilent congregetion OF va- 
 pours. What a piece of worke isa man! How Nobiein 
 Reafon ? how infinite in faculty ? in forme and moving 
 how exprefleand admirable? in Action, how liken An- 
 gcll? in apprehenfion, how likea god ? the beauty of the 
 world, the Parra gon of Anianals ; and yet to me, whatis 
 this Quinteffence of Duft? Man delights not mee 3 0 
 
 nor Woman neither ; though by your {miling you feeme } 
 
 to fay fo. ; 
 
 Refin. My Lord, there was no fuch ftuffe in my 
 thoughts. : 
 
 Ham. Why did you laugh, when I faid,Man delights 
 not me ? : 
 
 Rofin. Tothinke, my Lord, if you delight notin Man, 
 what Lenton entertainment the Players fhall receive 
 from you : we coated them on the way, and hither are 
 they coinming to offer you Service. : 
 
 Ham. He that piayes the King fhall be welcomes his 
 Majefty fhall have Tribute of me: the adventurous 
 Knight fhallufe his Foyle and Target : The Lover fall 
 not figh grai#, the humorous man fhall end his part 10 
 peace : the Clowne fhall make thofe laugh whofe lungs 
 are tickled ath’ fere: aridthe Lady fhall fay ber mind 
 freely ; or theblanke V erfe thall halt for'ts what Players 
 are they ? mene 
 
 Rofin, Even thofe you were wont to take delight in the 
 Tragedians of the City. ; 
 
 Ham. How chances it they travaile 
 dence both in reputation ‘and profit was 
 wayes. 
 
 Rofis. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes 
 of the late innovation? pee did 
 
 Ham. Doe they hold the fame eftimation they 
 when I was in the City 2 Are they fo follow’d? 
 
 Rofin. No iadeed, they are not. 
 
 Ham. How comes it? doc they grow rufty ?_ Fi 
 
 Refin. Nay, their indeavour keepes in the phe 
 pace; But there is Sir an ayry of Children, little 
 Yafes, that cry ouc on the top of queftion ; ve 
 
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 fafhion, and fo be ratle the common Stages (fot hey | The which heloved paffing well. 
 
 call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraid of 
 Goofe-quils, and dare {éarfe come thither. 
 
 Ham. What are they Children? Who maintaines em? 
 How are they efcoted ? Will they purfue the Quality no 
 longer then they can fing ? Willthey not fay atter wards 
 ifthey fhould grow themfelves to common Players (aS 
 it is like moft if their meanes are not better) their Wri. 
 ters doe chem wrong,to make them exclaim againft their 
 owne Succeflion, 
 
 Rofin, Faith there has been much todoe en both fides: 
 and the Nation holds it no finne, to tarre them. te'Con- 
 troverfie. There was for a while,no money bid for arga- 
 ment, unleffe the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in 
 the Quettion. 
 
 Ham. Ist poflible? 
 
 Guild. Ob there has beene much throwing about of 
 braines. 
 
 Ham, Doe the Boyes carry it away ? 
 
 Rofin, 1 that they do my Lord,Herewles & his load too 
 
 Ham. Itis not ftrange for mine Vackie is King of 
 Denmarke, and thofe that would make mowes at him 
 while my father lived ; givetwenty, forty, an bundred 
 Ducates a peece,for his picture in Little, There is fome- 
 thing inthismose then Naturall, ,if Philofophy could 
 find i Out. 
 
 Flourifb for the Players. 
 
 Guild. Thereare the Players. 
 Ham. Gentlemen, youare welcome to E/fnooer: your 
 hands,come: The appurtenanc: of Weicome,ts Fafhion 
 and Ceremony. Let me comply with youin the Garbe, 
 left my extent co the Players (which I tell you mutt fhew 
 fairely outward) fhould more appearelike entertainment 
 then yours. Youare welcome ; but my Vnckle Father, 
 and Aunt Mother are deceiv'd. 
 Guzld, In what my deere Lord ? : 
 Ham. 1 am but mad North, North. Weft s when the 
 Wihde is Southerly, { knowa Hawke froma Handfaw- 
 
 Enter FP olonius. 
 Polo. Well be with you Gentlemen. 
 Ham. Hearke you Gasldenftar, and you too 
 earea hearer : that grcat Baby youfecthere, is not ye 
 out of his {wathiog clouts. 
 Rofin, Happily hes the fecond time ¢ 
 they fay,an old man is twice a child. 
 Ham, | will Prophefie, He comes to 
 Players. Marke it, youtay right Sir + for 
 ning twas fu indeed. ' 
 Pol. My Lord, I have Newes to tell you- 
 Ham, My Lord, | have Newes to tell you, 
 When Rofciws an Actor in Rome-———- 
 Pol, The Actors are come hither my Lord, 
 Ham. Buzze, buzze- 
 Pol, Vpon mine honor. 
 Ham. Thetican each Actor on his Afle—— 
 Polos The belt Actors in the world, either for Trage~ 
 dy, Comedy, hiftory , Paftorall: Paftoricall-Comicall- 
 Hiftoricall-Paftorall :. Tragicall-Hiftoricall; Tragicall- 
 Comicall-Hiftorical!-Paftorall: Scene indivible, or Po- 
 em unlimited. Seweca cannot be too heavy, nor Plawtus 
 too light, for the law of Writ, andthe Liberty. Thefe 
 
 are the onely men. 
 Ham, © Iepbtaludg 
 
 thou ? 
 Pol. ' What a Trea(ure had he, my Lord? 
 
 Ham. Why one faire Daughter, and no mores 
 
 : at each 
 
 ome to them: for 
 
 tell me of the 
 a Monday mor- 
 
 eof Ifrael, what a Treafure hadft 
 
 aoe 
 
 Pol. Still on my daughter. 
 Ham. Am | nor ith’right old Jephea ? 
 Pol. If youcall me lephta my Lord, 1 have 2 daugh- 
 ter that J love pafling well. 
 Ham. Nay thar foilowes not. 
 Pol. W-hat followesthen, my Lord ? 
 _ Ham. Why, as by lot,God wot ? and then you know, 
 It came to paffe; asmottiike it was: the firtt'rowe of 
 the Pans Chaw/on wiil thew youmore, For looke where 
 my Abridgements come- 
 : Enter foure or five Plager. 
 Y’are welcome Maiters, welcome all. Lam glad to fee 
 thee well; Welcome good friends. © my old friend? 
 Thy face is valiant fince I faw thee laft: Comtt thou to 
 beard me in Denmarke? What, my yong Lady and Mt- 
 ftris ? Berlady your Ladifhip is neerer heaven then w hen 
 Ifaw you laft, by the altitude ofa Choppine. Pray God 
 your voyce like a peece of uncurrant gold be not crak’d 
 within the ring. . Matters,you are ali welcome: we'll e’ne 
 to’t like French Faulconers;fyeat any thing we feeswe’l 
 have afpeech ftraight. Come give usa talt of your quae 
 lity : come, a pailionate {peech. 
 I Play. What {peech, my Lord 
 Ham. Uheard thee fpeake mea fpeech onte,but it was 
 never Acted : or ifit was, not above once, for the Play I 
 remember pleas’d not the Million, twas Caséary to the 
 General : but it was (as I received it, and others, whofe 
 judgement irfach matters, cryed in the top of mine) an 
 excellent Play ; welldigefted inthe Scenes, {et downe 
 withas much modefty ,as cumiing. I remember one faid, 
 there was no Sallets in the lines, to makethe matter fa- 
 voury ; nor no matter in the phrafe, that might indite the 
 Author of affectation, but cad it an hone(t method.One 
 chiefe fpeech init, Ichiefely lov’d, twas e‘Eneas Tale 
 to Dsdo,and thereabout of it efpecially,where he {peakes 
 of Priams (laughter. {fit live in your memory, begin at 
 this Line, let me fee, let me fee: The rugged Pyrrbus like 
 th’ Hyrcanian Bealt,, [t isnot fo: it begins with Pyrrbse 
 The rugged Pyrrbus, he whole Sable Armes 
 Biackeas he purpofe, did the night refemb:¢ 
 When his lay couched in the Ominous Horfe, 
 Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion {mear'd 
 With Heraldry more difmall : he: d to foore 
 Now is heto take Geulles, horridly Trick’d 
 With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sonnes, 
 Bak'd and impafted with the parching {trects, 
 That lend a tyraonous, and damnedlight 
 To their vilde Murthers,roalted in wrath and fire, 
 And thuso're-fized with coagulate gore, 
 With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellifh Pyrrbus 
 Old Grandfire Priam feekes. 
 Pal, Fore God, my Lord, well { 
 cent, andgood difcretion- 
 ¥ Play. Anonhe findes him, 
 Striking too fhort at Greekes. His anticke Sword, 
 Rebellious to his Arme, lyeswhere it falles 
 Repugnant to command ; unequall match, 
 Pyrrbus at Priam drives, in Rage ftrikes wide: 
 But with the whiffe and wind of his felt Sword, 
 Th'unnerved father falss Then €nfelefle Hlium, 
 Seeming to feele his blow. with flaming top 
 Stoopes to his Bace, and witha hideous crafh 
 Takes Prifoner Pyrrbus eare. For loe, hisSword 
 Which was declining on the Milky head 
 Of Reverend Priam, feem’d ith’Ayre to flicke: 
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 | Soasapainted Tirant Pyrrhus ftood, 5; 
 | Andlik’d a Newtrallto his willand matter, did nothing. 
 | But as we often fee againftiome Rorme, _ 
 
 | A fileqce inthe heavens, the Racke ftand ftill, 
 
 The bold windes {peechlefle, andthe Orbe below 
 
 As huh as death: Anon the dreadful! Thunder 
 Dothrend the Regioa. Soatter Pyrrhw paul, 
 
 Arowted Vengeance fets him new a worke, 
 
 And never did the Cyclops hammers fall 
 
 On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne, 
 With leffe remorfe then Pyrrbus bleeding {word 
 
 Now falles on Priam, 
 
 Out, ont, thon Strumpet-Fortune, all you gods, 
 
 In generall Synod take away her power : 
 
 Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele, 
 
 | And boule the round Nave downe the hill of heaven, 
 As low as tothe fiends. . 
 
 Pol. This is too long: 
 
 Ham. It fhall to’th Barbars, with your beard. Pre- 
 thee fay on: Hes fora ligge, or ataleof Baudry, or he 
 {leepes. Say on ; come to Hecuba. 
 
 1 Play.But who,O who, had feen the Mobled Queene. 
 
 Ham. The Mobled Queene ? - 
 
 Pol, Thats good : Mobled Queene is good, 
 
 1 Play. Run bare-foot up and downe, 
 Threatning the fame 
 With Biffon Rheume : A clout about rhat head, 
 Where late the Diadem ftood, and for a Robe 
 About her lanke and all ore-teamed Loynes, 
 A blanket in th’ Alarum of feare caught up. 
 Who this had feene, with tongue in Venome fteep’d, 
 
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 Gainft fortunes State, would Treafon have pronounc’d? | 
 
 But if the godsthemfelves did fee her then, 
 
 When fhe faw Pyrrbus make malicious {port 
 
 In mincing with his Sword her husbands limbes, 
 
 The inftant Burft of Clamour that fhe made 
 
 ( Valefle things mortall move them not at all) 
 Would have made milche the Burning eyesot heaven, 
 And paffion in the Gods. 
 
 Pol. Looke where he has not tarn’d his colour, and 
 has teares ins cyes. Pray younomore. 
 
 Ham. Tiswell, tle have thee {peake ont the reft, foone., 
 Good my Lord, wiil you feethe Players well beftow’d. 
 Doc ye heare,let them be well usd :for they arethe Ab- 
 ftractsand briefe Chronicles of the time. After your 
 death, you were better have a bad Epitaph, then their 
 ill report while you lived. 
 
 Pol. My Lord, I willufe chem according to their de- 
 fart. 
 
 Ham. Godsbodykins man, better. Vfe every man 
 after his defart, and who fhould fcape whipping: ufe 
 them after your owne Honor and dignity. The iefle they 
 deferve, the more meritis in your bounty. Take them 
 
 in. 
 Pol. Comne firs. 
 
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 Exit Polonies, 
 
 L Rofa. Good my Lord, 
 
 Ham. Follow him friends : we'll hearea play to mor- | 
 
 row- Doft thou heare me old friend, canyou play the 
 murther of Gonzago? 
 
 Play. I my Lord. 
 
 Ham We'll ha’tto morrow night. You could for a 
 need ftudy a fpeech of fome dofen or fixteen lines, which 
 I would fet downe, and infeit int? Could yenot > 
 
 Play. 1 my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you 
 
 socke him not, My good friends, Ile leave you till night 
 you are welcome to El/fomower 2 
 
 Exeunt. 
 Manet Hamlet, 
 Ham. | {o, god buy’ye: Now Iam alone. 
 Oh what a Rogue and Pefant flaveam I? 
 Isit not monftrous that this Player heere, 
 
 , But ina Fiction, ina dreame of Paffion, 
 
 Could force his foule foto his whole conceit, 
 
 T hat from her working, all his uifage warm’ d ; 
 Teares in his eyes, diftra@tion ins Afpect, 
 
 A broken voyce, and his whole fun¢tion fuiting 
 With formes, to his conceit? And all for nothing? 
 For Heenba? 
 
 Whats Hecuba to him, or he to Heeuba, 
 
 That he fhould weepe for her ? W bat would he doe, 
 Had he the Motive and the Cue for paffien 
 
 That I have ? He would drowne the Stage with teares, 
 And cleave the generall eare with horrid {peech : 
 Make mad the guilty, and apale the free. 
 
 Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed, 
 
 The very faculty of eyes and Eares. Yet I, 
 
 A dull and muddy-metled Rafcall, peake 
 
 Like Iohn a-deames, unpregnant of my canfe, 
 
 And can fay nothing: No,not for aKing, 
 
 | Vpon whofe property, and moftdeere life, 
 
 A damn’d defeate wasmade. Ant la Coward? 
 Who calles me Villaine? breakes my pate a-crofle? 
 
 | Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my-face? 
 | Tweakes me byth’Nofe ? gives me the Lyeith’ Throate, 
 | As deepeasto the Lungs ? Who does methis? 
 
 Ha? Why I fhould take it : for it cannot be, 
 
 But Lam-Pigeon-Liver’d, and lacke Gall 
 
 To make Oppreffion bitter, or erethis, 
 
 I fhould have fatted all the Region Kites . 
 With this Slaves Offail, bloudy ; a Bawdy villaine, 
 
 | Remorfleffe, Treacherous, Letcherons,kindleffe villainet 
 
 Oh Vengeance ! 
 
 Who ? What an Affe am 1?I fure, this is moft brave, 
 
 That I,the Sonne of che Deere murthered , 
 
 Prompted to my Revenge by heaven,and hell, 
 
 Mutt (like a Whore) unpacke my heart withwords, 
 
 And falla Curfing like a very Drab, : 
 
 A Scullion ? Fye npon’t. Foh. About my Braine. 
 
 I have heard, that guilty Creatures fitting at a Play, 
 
 Have by the very cunning of the Scene, 
 
 Beene Freche fo tothe foule, that prefently 
 
 They have proclaim’d their Malefactions. 
 
 For Murther, though it have notongue, willfpeake 
 
 ‘vv ith moft myraculous Organ. Ile havethefe Players; 
 
 Play fomething like the murder of my father, 
 
 Before mine Vnkle. Ile obferve his lookes 
 
 Ile rent him to the quicke : if he but blench 
 
 I know my courfe. The Spirit that I have feené 
 
 May be the divell, and the divel! hath power 
 
 T’affume a pleafing fhape, yea and perhaps 
 
 Out of my Weaknefle, and my Melancholly, 
 
 As he is very potent with fuch Spirits, 
 
 Abufes metodamneme. Ile have grounds 
 
 More Relative then this : The Plays the thing, ; 
 
 Wherein Ile catch the Confetence of the King.  £##- 
 
 Ener King, Qucene, Polomins, Ophelia, Ro- 
 Jfincros , GuildenStar, and Lords. 
 
 King. Andcan you by no drift of cireumftance 
 Get from him why he pats on this Confufion 
 Grating fo harfhly all his dayes of quict 
 
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 With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy- 
 
 Refin, He does confefie he feeles himfelfe diftracted, 
 But trom what caufe he will by no meanes {peake- 
 
 Guile Nor doe we find him forwardto be founded, 
 But with acrafty Madnefle keepes aloofe : 
 
 When we would bring him onto fome Confeffion 
 Of his true ftate, 
 
 Quee. Did he receive you well ? 
 
 Rofin. Moft like aGentleman. 
 
 Guild. But with much forcing of his difpofition. 
 
 Rofin, Niggard of queftion, but of our demands 
 Mott freein his reply. 
 
 Quees Did youaflay him to any paftime? 
 
 Rofin. Madam, it fo fell out, that certaine Players’ 
 Weore-wrought on the way : of thefe we told him, 
 And there did feemein hima kind of joy 
 To heareofit: Theyareabout the Court, 
 
 And (as I thinke) they havealready order 
 This night to play before him. 
 
 Pol. Tis moft true: 
 
 And he befecch’d me to intreate your Majefties 
 To heare, and fee the matter- 
 
 | sKéag, With all my heart,and it doth much content me 
 To heare him fo inclin’d. Good Gentiemen, 
 
 Give hima further edge, and drive hispurpoie on 
 Torhefe delights. 
 
 Rofis. We {hall my Lord. Excunt. 
 
 King. Sweet Gertrude leave us too; 
 For we have clofely fent for Hamlet hither, 
 That he,as twere by accident, may there 
 
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 Affront Ophelia.Her father,and my felfe(Iawfull efpials) 
 
 Will fo beftow our felves, that fecing unicene 
 We may of their encounter frankely juege, 
 And gather by him, as he is behaved, 
 Ift be th’affliction of his.love, or nos 
 That thus he fuffers for. 
 
 Quce. 1 thall obey you, 
 And for your part Ophe/s.I doe with 
 That your good beauties be the happy canfe 
 OF Hamlets wildneffe : fo thall I hope your Vertues 
 Will bring hint to his wonted way againc, 
 Toboth your honours. 
 
 Opbe. Madam, f with it may. 
 
 Pol: Ophelia, walke you heeres Gracious fo pleafe ye 
 
 We will beftow our felves - Reade onthis booke; 
 That thew of fach anexercife may colour 
 Your lonelinefie. Weare oft too blame in this 
 Tistoo much prov’d,that with Devotions vilage, 
 And pious Action, we doe furge ore 
 The divell himfelfe- 
 
 King. Oh tis true : 
 
 How finart a lath that fpeech doth give my Confcience ? 
 
 The Harlots Cheeke beautied withplaiftring Art 
 Is not more ugly to the thing that helpes'it, 
 
 Then is my deede, to my moftpainted word, 
 Oh heavy burthen { 
 
 Pol, I hearc him comming, lets withdraw my Lord. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Hamiet. 
 
 Ham. To be; arnot to be, thatis the Queftion > 
 Whether tis Nobler inthe mind to fuffer 
 The Slings and Atrowes of outragious Fortune, 
 Or to take Armes againft a Seaoftroubles, 
 Andby oppofiog end them: to dye, to fleepe 
 Nomore : and by afleepe, tofay weend 
 The heart-ake, andthe thoufand naturali fhockes 
 
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 That fleth is heireto 2? Tisaconfummation 
 
 To fleepe, perchance to Dreame ; 1 there’s the rub, 
 For in that fleepe of dcath, whatdreames may come, 
 When be have fhufflei'd off this mortall coile; 
 
 Mutt give uspawfe. Theres the refpect 
 
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 For who would bearethe W hips and'Scornes oftime, | 
 The Oppreffors wrong, the poore mans Contumely ; 
 The pangs of difpriz’d Love, the Lawes delay, 
 The infolence of Oitice, and the Spurnes ; 
 That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 
 When he himfelfe might his 2wierss make 
 Witha bare Bodkin? Who would thefe Fardles beare 
 To grunt and {weat undera weary life, 
 But that the dread of fomething after death, 
 The undifcovered Country, from whofe Borne 
 No Traveller returnes; Puzels the will; 
 And makes us rather beare thofe illes we have, 
 Then flyeto others that we know not of. 
 Thus Confcience does make Cowards of usall, 
 And thus the Native hew of Refolution 
 Isficklied ore, withthe pale cait ef thought, 
 Audenterprizes of great pith and moment, 
 With this regard their Currants turne away, 
 And loofe the name of Action. Soft younow 
 The faire Ophelsa? Nimph,in thy Horizons 
 Be all my finnesremembred, 
 Ope. Good my Lord, 
 How does your honor for this many a day ? 
 
 Hang: Vhumbly thanke you: well, well, well. 
 
 Ophe. My Lord, I have Reniembrances ef yours; 
 That-T have longed tong to redeliver. ; 
 
 I pray you now, receive them, 
 
 Ham, No,no,I never gave you ought. 
 
 Ophe. My honor’d Lord, I know right well you did, 
 And with chem words of fo fiveet breath compos’d, 
 
 As madé the things more rich, then perfume left : 
 Take thefe againe, for to the Noble mind 
 Richigifts wax poore, whengivers prove unkind. 
 There my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Ha,ha: Are you honeft ? 
 
 Onbe. My Lord. 
 
 Ham. Are you faire? 
 
 Ophe.. What meanes you Lord fhip ? 
 
 Ham, That if you be honeftand faire, your Honefty 
 fhould admit no difeourfe to your Beauty. 
 
 Ophe. Could beauty my Lord, have better Comerce 
 then your honelty ? : 
 
 Ham; Ttracly : for the power of beauty, will fooner 
 transfurme honeity from what it is, toa Bawd, then the 
 force of honefty can tranflate Beauty into his likenefle, 
 This was fometimea Paradox, bat now the time givesit 
 
 roofe. I did love you once. 
 
 Ophe, Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeve fo. 
 
 Ham. You fhould not have beleeved ime. For vertue 
 cannot fo inoceulate our old ftocke, but we fhail rellifh 
 ofit. I loved you not. 
 
 Ophe. Iwas the moredeceived. 
 
 Ham. Get theeéto a Nunnery. Why wouldf thou 
 be a breeder of Sinners? I am my felfe indifferettt‘honett, 
 but yetI could accufe me of fuch things, that it were bet- 
 ter my Mother had not borne me.I amvery prowd, res 
 vengefull. Ambitious, with more offencesat my becke, 
 then I have thoughts to put them in imagination,to'give 
 them fhape, or time to acte them in. W hat fhould uch 
 
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 Fellowes as I doe crawling betweene heaven and Earth. 
 We erearrant Knaves all,beleeve none of us» Goe thy 
 wayestoa Nunnery. Wheres your father ? 
 
 Ophe.. Athome, my Lord. 
 
 Ham, Let the doores be fhut upon him, that he may 
 play the Foole no way, but ins owne houfe. Farewell. 
 
 Ophe. Ohelpe him,you fweet heavens» 
 
 Ham. If thon doeft Marry, Ile give thee this Plague 
 
 | thou fhalt not efcape Calumny. Get theetoa Nuanery- 
 Goe, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry 4 
 | foole: for Wifemen know well enough,what monfters 
 
 Farewell. 
 
 | you make ofthem. Toa Nunnery goe,and quickly too 
 
 | Ham, I have heard of your pratling too well enough- 
 | God has given you one pace, and you make your felfe an- 
 | other : you gidge,you amble,and you lifpe,and nickname 
 Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnefle,'your.igno- 
 rance. Goe, ileno more on’t,it hath made me mad. I 
 fay, we will have no more Marriages. 17 hofe that. are 
 married already, all but one fhall, the reft fhall keepe as 
 they are, Toa Nunnery, goe Exit Hamlet. 
 Ophe.. O what a Noble minde is heere ore-throwne? 
 The Courtiers; Soldiers,Schollers ? Eye, tongue, fword, 
 Th’expectanfie and Rofe of the faire State, 
 The glaffe of fafhion, and the mould of forme, 
 Th’obferv’d of all Obfervers, quite, quite downe. 
 Have | of Ladies moft deject and wretched, 
 That fuck’d the Hony of his Muficke Vowes : 
 Now fee that Noble, and moft Soveraigne Reafons . ° 
 Like {weet bels iangled out of tune,and harfh, 
 That unmatch’d fortune and feature of blowne youth, 
 Blafted with extafie. Oh woe is me, i 
 Thave feene what I have feene : {ee what I fee. 
 
 Ophe. O heavenly Powers reftore him. 
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 Exter King, and Polonius. 
 
 King. Love ? his affections doe not that way tend, 
 Nor what he {pake, though it lack’d formea little, 
 Was not like Madneffe. Theres fomething in his foule, 
 Ore which his Melancholly fits on brood; 
 
 And I doe doubt the hatch, and the difclofe 
 
 Will be fome danger, which to prevent 
 
 Ihave in quicke determination 
 
 Thus fet it downe. He thall with {peed to England: 
 Fer. the demand of our neglected Tribute: 
 
 Haply the Scas and Countries different 
 
 With variable Objects, fhall expell 
 
 This fomething fetled matter in his heart : 
 Whereon his braines {till beating, puts him thus 
 From fathion of himfelfe. What thinke you on’t? 
 
 Pol. It {hall doe well. Butyet doe I beleeve 
 The Origin and.Commencement of this griefe 
 Sprung from neglected love, How now Ophelia? 
 Youneede not tell us, what Lord. Hamlet faid, 
 
 We hearditall. My Lord, doe as you pleafe, 
 But if you hold it fit after the Play, : 
 Let his Queene Mother alLalone intreat him 
 To fhew his Griefes ; let her be round, with him, 
 And Ile be plac’d fo; pleafe youinthe eare 
 Ofall their conference. If fhe find him not, 
 To England fend him): Or confine him where 
 Your-wiledome belt fhall thinke. ag 
 King; Itfhallbe fos... | 
 Madneffe in great Ones; mult notunwatch'd goes) -. 
 : Hararal rV¥~ sft 4 120 >.  Erount. 
 
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 Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players, 
 
 Hams, Speakethe Speech! pray you, as I pronounced 
 it to you trippingly onthe Tongue. But if you mauthit, 
 as many of your Playersdoe, 1 had aslive the Towne | 
 Cryer had {pokemy Lines;Nor doe not faw the Ayreteo 
 much your hand thus,but fe all gently; for in the very 
 Torrent, Tempeft, and (as I may fay ) the W hirle-winde 
 of paffion, you muft acquire and beget a Temperancethat 
 may giveit Smoothnefle. O it oftendsme to the Soule, 
 to fee a robuftious Pery-wig-parted fellow, teare 4 Paffi- 
 On totatters, to very ragges, to fplit the eares.of the 
 Groundlings : who (for the moft part) are capeable of 
 nothing, but inexplicable dumbe fhewes; and, noifes I 
 could have fucha fellow whipt for ore-doing Termagant; 
 it out-Hes ods Hered: Pray youavoydit, 
 
 Player. I warrant your honor. 
 
 Ham, Be not too tame neither : but let your owne 
 Difcretion be your Tutor. Sure the Action tothe word, 
 the word to the AGion, with this fpeciall obfervances 
 That you ore-ftop not the modefty of Nature for any 
 thing fo over-done,1s from the purpofe of Playing, whole 
 end both at the firft and now,was and is,to hold as ewere 
 the Mirrour up to Nature ; to thew. Vertue: herjownt 
 Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the'very. Age and 
 Body of the Time, his forme and preflure.’ Now, this 
 over-done, or come tardy off, thonghit make the unskil- 
 full langh, cannot but make the judicious greives The 
 cenfure of the which one, muft infyour allowance ore- 
 {way awhole Theater of others« Oh, there be Players 
 that I have feene Play,and heard others praife, and that 
 highly (not to {peake it prophanely )thatneither having 
 the accent of Chriftians nor the gate of Chriftian,Pagan, 
 or Norman, have fo ftrutted and bellowed, that Ihave 
 thought fome of Natures Iouerney-men had. made men; 
 and not made them well, they imitated Humanity fo ab- 
 hominably. 
 
 ig: I hope we have'reform’d that indifferently with 
 us, Sir. 
 
 Ham. Oreforme italtogether. And let thofe thatplay 
 your Clownes,fpeake no more then isfet down for them 
 For there be of them,that will themfelves laugh, to tet 
 on fome quantity of barren Spectators to laagh 00, } 
 though in the meane time, fome neceflary queftion © 
 the Play be then to be confidered.: thats Villanous, and 
 fhewesa moft pittifull Ambition in the Foole thatutesit» 
 Goe make you ready. Exent Players: 
 
 Enter Polonius, Refincros, and Guildenitares 
 
 How now my Lord, 
 Willthe King heare this peece of ¥ orke? 
 Pol. And the Queene too, and that prefently. 
 
 Ham. Bid the Playersmake haf. Exit Palowiats | 
 Will you twohelpe to haften them ? 
 Beth. We will my Lord, Examits | 
 
 Enter Hor atioe 
 Ham. What hoa, Horatio? 
 Fora. Heere {weet Lord, at your fervices 
 Ham. Horatio, thouart eene.as jult aman 
 Asere my Convferation coap’d withall. 
 Hora, O my deere Lord. 
 Ham. Nay, doenotthinke I flatter: 
 
 For what advancement may I hope from thee, 
 That no Revennew haft, but thy -good fpirits 
 
 To 
 
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 The Tragedy of Hamlet, 
 
 To feed and cloath thee. Why fhould the poore be flat- 
 No, let the Candied tongue, like abfurd pompe, » (terd 
 And crookethe pregnant Hindges of the knee, 
 Where. thrift may.follow faining ? Doft thou heare; 
 Since my deere Soule was Miftris of my choyfe, 
 And could ofmen diftinguifh, her election 
 Hath feal’d thee for her felfe. For thon haft beene 
 Asone in fuffering all,that {uffers nothing. 
 A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards 
 Hath tane with equallthankes. And bleftarethofe, 
 Whofe blood and Iudgement are fo well co-mingled; 
 That they are nota Pipe for fortunes finger. 
 Tofound what ftop. the pleafe. Give me that man, 
 That isnot Paffions Slave, and L will weare him 
 In my hearts Core :1,in my heart of heart, 
 AsI doe thee. Something too much of this. 
 There isa Play tonight before the King, 
 One Scene of it comes neere the Circumftance ; 
 Which [ hayetold thee, of my Fathers death. 
 I prethee, when thon feeft that Act a-foot, 
 Even with the Comment of my foule 
 Obferve mine Vokle : if his occulted guilt, 
 Doe not it felfeunkennell in one {peech, 
 Itisa damned Ghoft that we have feene: 
 And my imaginations are as foule 
 As Vulcans Sty:h; Give him needfull note, 
 For I mine eyes will rivet to.his face? 
 And after we will both our judgement joyne, 
 To cenfure of his feeming. 
 
 Hora. Well my Lord: 
 If he fteale ought the whilft this Play is playing; 
 And {cape detecting, I will pay the Theft. 
 
 Enter King , Qucene, Polonins, Opbelia, Rofincross 
 Guildenftar, avd other Lords attendant, with 
 his Guard carrying Torches, Daw[o 
 CMarch. Sound a Flouri{h, 
 
 Ham. They are comming tothe Play : I muft be idle. 
 Get you a place. 
 
 Ksng, How fares our Cofin Hamlet ? 
 
 Ham. Excellent ifaith, of the Camelions dith : J eate 
 the Ayre promi(e-cramm’d, you cannot feed Capons fo. 
 
 King. ¥ have nothing with this anfwer Hamlet, thefe 
 wordsare not mine. ; 
 
 Ham. No, nor mine- Now my Lord, you plaid, once 
 ith’ Vaiverfity, you fay ? 
 
 Polox. That 1 did my Lord, and was accounted a good 
 Actors 
 
 Ham. And what did you enact ? 5 
 
 Polo. Idid enact Julius Cefar, 1 was kill’d ith’Capicall: 
 
 | Brutus kill’d me, 
 
 Ham. Jt wasa bruite part of him, tohill fo Capitall a 
 Calfe there. Be the Players ready ? 
 
 Kofis. Imy Lord, they. flay upon your patience. 
 
 Quce. Come hither my good Hamkr, fit by. me... 
 
 Ham. No good Mother,heres Mettlemore attractives 
 
 Polo. Ob ho, doe you markethat ? 
 
 Ham, Lady, fhali I lye in your Lap? 
 
 Ophe. No my Lord. arth 
 
 Ham. I meane, my head upon your Lap : 
 
 Ophe, Imy Lords 
 
 Ham. Doc youthinke I meant Country matters ? 
 
 Opbe. Ithinke nothing, my Lord. 
 
 Ham.Thatsa faire thought to lye between Maids legs 
 
 Obpe. What ismy Lord? 
 
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 | Ham. Nathing. 
 
 Ophe. Youare merry,my Lord 2 
 
 Ham, Whol? 
 
 Opbe. I my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Oh God, your onely ligge-maker : what {honld 
 a man doe, but be merry. For lodke yon how cheereful- 
 ly my Motlier lookes,andmy father dyed withia’s two 
 houres. 
 | Opbe. Nay, tistwice twomonethsymy Lord. 
 
 Ham, So long? Nay then letthe Divell weare:blacke, 
 for Ile hauea fuite of Sables. Oh heavens | dye twomo- 
 | nethsagoe, and not forgotten yet? Then theres hope, a 
 great mans Memoty, may out-live his life halfe a-yeare : 
 But berlady he muft build Churches then : or elfe fhall 
 he fuffer not thinking on, withthe Hoby-horfle; whofe 
 Epitaph is, for o, for o,the Hoby-lorfe is forgot. 
 
 Hobayes play, The dumbe (vewenters. 
 
 Enter a King and Lucene, wery lovingly ; the Queengembra- 
 cing him. She kneeles; and makes foew of Protestation nute 
 him. He takes her up,and dcclines his head upon ber necke. 
 Layes hm downe upon a Banke of Flowers. She fecing him 
 a-fleepe, leaves him. Anon comes ina fellow, takes off bts 
 Crowne, kiffes it, and powers poy(onin the Kings eares, and 
 Exits. The Queene returnes, fiades the King \dead,) and 
 makes palfionate Aion. The Poyfoner, with fometwovr 
 
 | three Mutes comes in againe, (eemingto lament with ber. 
 
 | Thedead body is carried away: The Poyfoner t00es ‘the 
 usenet with Gifts, foe feemes loath and unwilling awhile, 
 but in the end, accepts his love. Exenut. 
 Ophe. What meanes this,my Lord? 
 Ham. Marty this is Miching A4a4cho, that meanes 
 
 Mifchiefe. 
 
 | aoe Be like this fhew imports the Argument ofthe 
 
 ay? / 
 
 Ham. We fhall know by thele fellowes : the Players 
 cannot keepe counfell, they'll tell all. 
 
 Ophe. Will they teil us what this fhew meant? 
 
 Ham. 1, orany fhew that you'll fhew him. Be not 
 you afham’'dto fhew, he'll not fhame to tell you what'it 
 meanes. : 
 | Ophe. Youare naught, you are naught, THe make'the 
 
 Play. 
 
 ee Enter Prologue. 
 
 For us, and for onr Tragedy, 
 Heere Stooping to your Clemency + 
 We beg ge your bearing Patiently. 
 
 Ham. Isthisa Prologue; or the Poefieofa Ring ? 
 
 Ophe. Tisbriefe my Lord. 
 
 Ham. As Womanslove- 
 
 Enter King, and his Queene. 
 
 King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus Cart gon round, 
 Neptunes falt Wath, and Fellus Orbed ground : 
 And thirty dozen Moones-with borrewed fheene, * 
 About the World have'time, twelve thirties beene; 
 Since love our hearts, and, Hywses did our hands 
 Ynite comutuall, in moft facred Bands. 4 
 
 Quee., So many fournies may the Sunne and Moone 
 Make usagaine:countore; ete love be done. 
 But woe-isme,youare fofieke of late, 
 So farre from cheere,and from your former ftate, 
 That diftruft you: yet though I diftraft, 
 Difcomfort you (my Lord) it nothing muft ; 
 For.womens Feareand Love, holds quantity, 
 
Sean. ane 
 
 Hamlet. 
 
 fence ith’world. 
 King. What doe you call the Play ? 
 
 Ham. The Moufe-trap : Marry how ? Tropically: 
 This Play is the image ofa murder done in Vienna: Gon. 
 zagois the Dukes name, his wife Baptista: you fhalt fee 
 anon: tis a knavith peece of worke: Butwhat e’that¢ 
 Your Majefty, and we that have free foules, it touches 
 usnot:let the gall’d jade winch: our withers are qnrung, 
 
 Enter Lucsanws. 
 
 This is one Lacianus nephew to the King. 
 Ophe. You area good Chorus. my Lord. 
 Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your love: |. 
 
 if I could fee the Puppets dallying. 
 
 Ophe. Youare keene my Lord, you are keene. 
 
 — It would coftyou a groaning, to take off my 
 edge. 
 Ophe. Still better and worfe. 
 Ham. So you mittake husbands. 
 
 Begin Murderer, Pox, leave thy damnable Faces, and 
 
 begin. Come, the croaking Raven dothbellow for Re- 
 
 venge. 
 
 Lucan. Thonghts blacke, hands apt, 
 
 Drugges fit, and Time agreeing: 
 
 Confederate {cafon, elfeno Creature feeing : 
 
 Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight-W eeds collected, 
 
 With Hecars Ban, thrice blafted, thrice infected, 
 
 Thy naturall Magicke, and dire property, 
 
 On wholfome life, ufurpe immediately. : 
 
 Powres the poyfon inhis carts. 
 
 Ham. He poyfons him ith’ Garden fors eftate: His 
 names Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce 
 Italian. You fhall feeanon how the Murtherer gets the 
 love of Gonzagos wife. 
 
 Ophe. 1 he King rifes. 
 
 Ham. W hat, trighted with falfe fire. 
 
 Quce. How fares my Lord ? 
 
 Pol. Give o’re the Play. 
 
 Ksng. Give me fome Light. Away; 
 
 All, Lights, Lights, Lights. Exeunt, 
 Manet Hamlet and Horatio. 
 
 Ham. Why let the ftrucken Deere goe weepts 
 The Heart ungalled play + 
 For fome muit watch, while fome mutt fleepe? 
 
 So runes the world away. : 
 
 Would not this Sir, anda Forreft of Feathers, ifthe ret 
 
 of my fortunes turne Turke with me ; with two Provilr 
 
 ciall Rofes on my rac’dShooes, get mea Fellowfhip 1 
 
 acry of Players fir. 
 
 Hor. Halfea fhare, 
 
 Ham. A whole onel, 
 
 For thou doft know: Oh Damondeere, 
 
 This Realme difmantled was of Jove himfelfe, 
 
 And now reignes heere, 
 
 A very very Pajocke. 
 
 fora. Youmight have Rim’d. ; 
 
 Hams. Oh good Horatie, Vie take the Ghotts “word ifor 
 
 a thoufand peund. Didft perceive? . 
 
 Hora. Very well my Lord. | 
 Ham. Vpon the talke of the poyfoning ? 
 
 Hora, \ did very well note him. 
 
 Enter Refucros, and Gusldenftar. 
 Ham.Oh,ha?come fome Mufick:Come the Recorders 
 For if the King likenot the Comedy. 
 
 Why then belike he likes itnot perdy- 
 
 ‘Come fome Muficke. : ai 
 
 Guild, Good my Lord,vouchfafe mea word age 
 
 Af. 
 A pc FO 
 
 In neither ought, or in extremiy + 
 Now what my love is, proofe hath made you know, 
 And as my Loveis fiz, my feare is fo, 
 
 King. Faith I muft leave thee Love, and fhortly too: 
 My operant Powersmy functions leave to doe 
 | Atid chou fhalt live in this faire worid behind, 
 | Honor’d, belov’d, and haply, oneas kind. 
 
 For husband fhalt thou 
 | Que. Obconfound the reft : 
 | Such Love, muftneeds be Treafon in my breft 
 | In fecond husband, let me be accurft, 
 | None wed thefecond, but who killd the firft. 
 
 Ham. Wormewood, Wormewood. 
 
 2uee. The inftances that {econd Marrage move, 
 
 Are baferefpects of Trift, but none of Love. 
 
 | Afecond time, I kill my husband dead, 
 
 | When fecond husband kiffes me in Bed. 
 
 | King. Idoebeleeve you.Thinke what now you {peake: 
 | But what we doe determine, oft we breake ; 
 
 Purpofe is but the flave to Memory, 
 | Of violent Birth, but poore vaiidity : 
 | Which now like fruite unripe ftickes on the Tree, 
 | Butfall unfhaken, when they mellow be. 
 | Moft-neceflary tis, that we forget 
 | To pay Our felves, what to our felves is debt ; 
 | What-to our felves in paifion we propofe, 
 
 The paffion ending, doth the purpofe lofe. 
 | The-violence. of other Griefe or joy, 
 
 Their owne enactors with themielves deftroy « 
 Where Ioy moft Revels, Griefedoth moft lament ; 
 Griefe joyes, loy greeves on flender accident. 
 
 This world is not for aye, nor tis not ftrange 
 
 That even our Loves fhould with our Fortunes change. 
 | For tisa queftion left us yet toprove, 
 
 | Whether Love lead fortune, or elfe fortune Love. 
 
 | The great man downe, you marke his favourite flyes, 
 
 | The poore aduanc’d makes {riendsof Enemies : 
 
 | And hither to doth Love on fortune tend, 
 
 | For who not needs; thall never lackea friend ? 
 
 And.who in want 2 hollow friend doth try, 
 | Directly feafons him his Enemy. 
 | But orderly to end, where T begun, 
 
 Our Wiles and Fares doe fo contrary run, 
 | That our Devices ftill are overthrowne, 
 | Our thoughtes are ours, their ends none of our owne, 
 | So thinkethou wiltnofecond husband wed. 
 | But dyethy thoughts, when thy firft Lord is dead. 
 |  Quee. Nor Earth to give mefood, nor heaven light 
 | Sport and repofe locke from me.day and night: . 
 | Each oppofite thatblankes the face of joy, 
 | Meet what I would have well, andit deftroy : 
 
 Both heere, and hence, purfue me lafting flrife. 
 | If oncea Widdow, ever I be Wife. ; 
 | «Ham. If the fhonld breakeit now. 
 
 King.. Tis deepely {worne: 
 | Sweet, leave me heare a while, .- 
 
 My {pirits grow dull, and faine I would 
 The tedious day with fleepes .- 
 
 Luce. Sleepe rocke thy braine, ico Sleepes. 
 ) And never come mifchance betweene us twaine, 
 
 ‘| Ham. Madam,how like youthePlay-? » ; 
 Que. The Lady proteftsitoo much methinkes. 
 Ham. Oh but the’ll keepe her word, ;.5 
 King. Haveyou heard the Argument, isthereno Of. 
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 Ham. No, no, they doe but jek, poyfon injeft, no Of. 
 
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 Ham. Sir, a whole Hiftory: 
 
 Guild. The King, fire 
 
 Ham. J fir, what of him. 
 
 Guild. Isin his retyrement, marvelious diftemper'd. 
 
 Ham, With drinke Sir ? 
 
 Guild. No my Lord, rather with choller. 
 
 Ham. Your wifedome fhould fhew it felfe more rich 
 to fignifiethis to his Doctor ; for meto put him to his 
 Purgation, would perhaps plindge him into farre more 
 Choller. 
 
 Guild. Good my Lord put your difcourfe into fome 
 frame; and ftart not fo wildly from my affaire- 
 
 Ham. | am tamie Sir, pronounce. 
 
 Guild. The Queene your Mother, in moft great affli- 
 ction of {pirir, hath fent me to yous 
 
 Ham. Youare welcome. 
 
 Guild. Nay,good my Lord, this courtefie is not of 
 the right breed. If it fhall pleafe you to make me a whol- 
 fome an{wer, I will doe your Mothers command’ment 
 if not, your pardon, and my returnethall be the end of 
 my bufinefle. 
 
 Ham. Sir, I cannot. 
 
 Gu:la. What my Lord ? 
 
 Ham, Make youa wholefome an{wer: my wits dif- 
 
 | eas'd. But fir, {uch anfwers as I can make,you fhall com- 
 
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 mand : or rather you fay, my mother ; therefore no more 
 but to the matters My mother you fay. 
 Rofim. Thenthus fhe fayes : your behavior hath ftroke 
 her into amazement, and admiration. 
 Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can fo aftonifha 
 Mother. Butisthere no fequell at the heelés of this Mo- 
 thers admiration ? 
 Rofin. She defires to {peake with you in her Cloffet, ere 
 you goe to bed. 
 Ham. We thall obey, were fheten times our Mother. 
 Have you any further Trade with us ? 
 Refin. My Lord, you once did love me. 
 Ham. Sol doe ftill, by thefe pickers and ftcalers. 
 Rofiz. Good my Lord, what,isyour caufe of deftem- 
 per? You doe freely barre the doore of your owne Libers 
 ty, if youdeny your gricfes to your friends 
 Ham, Sir1lacke Advancement, 
 Rofin. How can that be, when you have the voyce of 
 the King himfelfe, for your Suecelfion in Denmarke? _ 
 Ham. 1, but while the graffe growes, the Proverbe is 
 fomething mutty. 
 Enter one with a Recorder, 
 Othe Recorder. Let me {ee,to withdraw with you,why 
 doe you goe about to recover. the wind of me, as if you 
 would drive me into a toile 2 ; 
 Guild. QO my Lotd, if my Duty be too bold, my love 
 istoo unmannerly. as: 
 Ham, doe notwell underftand that. Will you play 
 upon this Pipe > h 
 Guild. My Lord,I cannot. 
 Ham. | pray yous 
 Guild. Beiceve me, 1 cannot. 
 Ham. I doe befeech you. 
 Guild. 1 know no touch of it; my Lord... _ 
 Ham. Tisaseafie as lying; governe thele Ventiges 
 with your finger and thumbe, give 1t breath with your 
 
 ‘mouth, and it will difcourfe moft excellent Maficke. 
 
 Looke you, thefe are the {toppes. 
 Guild. But thefe cannot I command to any utterance 
 
 of harmony, Lhave not the skill. ; ‘ : 
 Ham. Why looke you now, how unwerth 
 
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 you make of me: you would play upon me : you would 
 feeme to know my ftops:you would plucke out the heart 
 of my Myftery ; you would found me from my low« 
 Note, to the top of my compaffe : and there is much M: 
 ficke, excellent Voyce, in this little Organe, yet cannot 
 you take it. Why doe youthinke, that 1 am eafier to be 
 plaid on, thena Pipe ? Call me what infirument you will, 
 though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. God 
 blefle your Sir. 
 
 Enter Polonius. 
 
 ‘Polon, My Lord ; the Queene would {peake with you 
 and prefently. 
 _ Ham. Doe you fee that Clowd? thats almoft in fhape 
 like a Camell. 
 Polow. By’th’ Miffe,and its like a Camell indeed. 
 
 Ham. Me thinkes ic islike a Weazell- ; 
 
 Polcn. Itis back’dlike a4 Weazell. 
 
 Ham. Orlikea Whale? 
 
 Polon. Very likea Whale. 
 
 Ham. Then willl come to my mother, by and by : 
 They foole me to the top of my bent. 
 I will come by and by. 
 
 Polon. 1 willfay fo. 
 
 Ham. By and by, is eafily faid. Leave me friends : 
 Tis now rhe very witching time of night, 
 When Churchyards yawne, and hell it felfe breaths our 
 Contagion tothis world. Now could! drinke hot blood, 
 And doe fach bitter bufineffe as the day 
 Would quaketolooke on. Softnow,to my mother: 
 Oh heart, loofe not thy Nature ; let not ever 
 The Soule of Nero, enter this firme bofome : 
 Let me be cruell, not unnatural, 
 I will fpeake Daggers to her, but ufe none ; 
 My tongue and foule in this be Hypocrites. 
 How in my. words fomever the be fhent, 
 To give them feales, never my foule confent. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter King, Rafincros, and Guildenftar. 
 
 King. Like him not, nor itands it fate with us, 
 Tolet hismadneffe range. Therefore prepare you, 
 I your Commiffion will forthwith difpatch, 
 And he to England fhall along with you, 
 The termes of our eftate, may not endure 
 Hazard fo dangerons as doth hourely grow 
 Out of his Lunacies. 
 
 Guild. Wewill our felves provide : 
 Moft holy and Religious feare itis 
 To keepe thofe many bodies fafe 
 That liveand feede sipon your Majefty, 
 
 Rofin. The fingle 
 And peculiar life is bound 
 Withall theftrength and Armour of the minde, 
 Tokecpe it felfe from noyance : but much more, 
 That Spirit, upon whofe {pirit depends and refts 
 The lives of many, the ceate of Majefty 
 Dies not alone ; but like a Gulfe doth draw 
 Whatsareere it, withit, Itisa maffie wheele 
 Fixt on the Somnet of the higheft Mount, 
 
 Are mortiz’d and adjon’d : which when it falles, 
 Each {mall annexment, petty confequence 
 Attends the boyftrous Ruine. Never alone 
 Did the King fighe, but with a generall grone 
 King. Arme you, I pray youto this {peedy Voyage ; 
 For we will Fetters put upon this feare, 
 
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 Which now goes too free-foeted. 
 Both. We willhatte us. 
 Enter Poloniuse 
 Pol. My Lord, hes going to his Mothers Cloffet : 
 Behiade the Arras Ile convey my felfe 
 To hearethe Proceffe. Ie warrant fhe'll tax him home. 
 And as you {aid, and wifely was it faid, 
 Tis meete tha: {ome more audience thena Mother, 
 Since Nature makesthem partiall, fhould o’re-heare 
 The {peech of vantage, Fare you well my Liege, 
 Ile cali upon you ere you goe to bed, 
 And tell you whatI know. 
 King. Thankes deere my Lord, 
 Oh my offence is ranke, ir {mels to heaven, 
 It hath the primalleldeit curfe upon’t, 
 A brothers murther. Pray can I not, 
 Though inclination be as fharpe as will: 
 My ftronger guilt, defeats my {trong intent, 
 And like a man todonble bufineffe bound, 
 I ftand in paufe where I fhall firft begin, 
 And both neglect ; what if this curfed hand 
 Were thicker then it felfe with brothers blood, 
 Is there not Raine enough in the {weet heavens 
 To wath it white as Snow ? Whereto ferves mercy, 
 But toconfront the vifage of Offence ? 
 And whats in Prayer, but this two-fold force, 
 To before-ftalled ere we cometo fall, 
 Or pardon'd being downe? Then le looke up, 
 My fault is paft. But oh, what forme of Prayer 
 Can ferue myturne ? Forgive me my foule Murther s 
 That cannot be, fince Iam {till poffett 
 Ofthofe effects for which I didthe Murther 
 My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene : 
 May one be pardon’d, and retaine th’offence ¢ 
 In the corrupted currants of this world, 
 Offences guilded hand may fhove by Iuftice, 
 And oft tis feene, the wicked prize it felfe 
 Buyes out the Law ; burt tis not fo abave, 
 There is no fhuffling, there the Action lyes 
 In his true Nature, and we our felvescompell’d 
 Even to the teeth and forchead ef our faults, 
 To give inevidence.. Whatthen ? Whet refts? 
 Try what Repentance can. What can it not ? 
 Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? 
 Oh wretched ftate? Oh bofome, blackeas death | 
 Oh limed foulc, that ftrugling to be free, 
 Art more ingag’d: Helpe Angels, make affay 
 Bow ftubborne knees, and heart with ftrings of Steele, 
 Be foft as finewes of the new-borne Babe, 
 All may be well. 
 
 Exesnt Gent, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Eater Hanslet. 
 
 Ham, Now might I doe it pat, now he is praying, 
 And now Ile doo’t, and {o he goesto heaven, 
 And fo am Ireveng’d : that would be feann'd 
 A Villatne killes my Father, and for that 
 I his foule Sonne, doe this fame Villaine fend 
 To heaven, Oh this is hyreand Sallery, net Revenge. 
 He tooke my Father groflely, full of bread, 
 With ali his Crimes peed blowne, as frefhas May, 
 And howhis Audit ftands, who knowes, fave heaven : 
 But in ot circumftance and courfe of thought 
 Tis heavy with him :andam I then reveng’d, 
 Totake‘him inthe purging of his Soule, 
 When he is fit and feafon’d for his paflage ? No. 
 Vp Sword, and know thowa more horrid hent 
 
 The Tragedieof Hamlet. 
 
 When he is drunke afleepe? or in his Rage, 
 
 Or in th’inceftuous pleafure of his bed, 
 
 At gaming, {wearing, or about fome acte 
 
 That hasno rellith of Saluation in’t, 
 
 Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at heaven, 
 
 And that his Soule may be as damn’d and blacke 
 
 As hell, whereto it gots. My Mother ftayes, 
 
 This Phyficke but prolongsthy fickly dayes, Exit, 
 King. My words flyeup,my thoughts remaine below, 
 
 Words without thoughts, never to heavengoe. Exit, 
 
 Enter Duceene and P olonius. 
 Polo. Hewill come itraight : 
 Looke you lay home to him, 
 Tell him his prankes have beentdo broad to berre with, 
 And that yovr grace hath foree’nd, and ftood betweene 
 Much heat, and him. Ile filence me e’ne heeré: 
 Pray yon be round with him. 
 Ham. within, Mother, mother, mother. 
 Que. ile warrant you, teare me not 
 Withdraw, I heare him comming. 
 Enter Hamlet. 
 Ham. Now mother, whats the matter ? 
 Que. Hamlet, thou haft thy father much offended. 
 Ham, Mother, you have my father much offended. 
 Que. Come, come; you an{wer with an idle tongues 
 Ham. Goe,goe, you queftion with an idle tongue. . 
 Que. Why how now Hamlet. 
 Hom. Whats the matter now ? 
 Que. Have you forgot me? 
 Ham, No by the Rood, not fo: 
 Youare the Queene, your husbands brothers wife, 
 But would you were not fu. You are my Mother. 
 oQuge. Nay, then Ie fet thofe toyou thatcan {peake. 
 Ham. Come, come, and fit you downe, y ou {hall not 
 bondge : 
 You goe not till I fet up a glaffe. 
 Where you moy fee the inmoft part of you? 
 Que. What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murther me? 
 Heipe.helpe, hoa, 
 Pol. W hat hoa, helpe, helpe, helpe. ; 
 Ham. How now, Rat ? dead for a Ducate, dead. 
 Pol. Oh Tam flaine. Kiles Polonsus, 
 Quee. Oh me, what haft thou done ? 
 Ham, Nay 1 know not, is itthe King? ; 
 uee, Oh whata rath, and bloody deed is this? 
 Ham. A bloody deed, almoft as bad good Mather, 
 Askilla King, and marry with his brother. 
 Quer. Askilld aKing > 
 Ham. I Lady,twasmy word. __ 
 T hou wretched,rath, intruding foole farewell, 
 I tooke thee for thy Betters, tak é thy fortune, 
 Thou findft to be too bufie, is fome danger. 
 Leave wringing of your hands, peace fit you downe, 
 And let me wring your heart, for fo I fhall 
 If it be made of penetrable ftufte ; 
 Ifdamned Cuftome have not braz’d it fo, 
 Thatit is proofe and bulwarke againft Senfe. 
 2%. What have I done, that thou darft wag thy 
 Innoyfe fo rude againft me ? (tongue, 
 Ham. Such an AG 
 That blurresthe grace and bluth of Modefty, 
 Cals Vertue Hypocrite; takes off the Rofe 
 From the faire forehead of an innocent love, : 
 And makes a blifter there. Makes marriage vowés 
 As falfeas Dicers Oathes. Oh fucha deed, 
 
: The Tragedy of Hamlet. | 
 
 Asfrom the body of contraction pluckes 
 The very foule, and {weet Religion makes 
 A rapfody of words. Heavens face doth glow, 
 Yeathis folidity and compound maffe, 
 With crift‘uil vitage as againft the doome, 
 Is thought-ficke at the act. 
 odevee. Ayeme , what act, that roares fo lowa, and 
 thunders in the Index. 
 Ham. Looke heere upon this Picture, and on this, 
 The counterfet prefentment of two brothers : 
 See what a grace feared on his Brow, 
 Hypersens curles, the front of love himfelfe, 
 Aneye like Mars, tothreatenor command 
 A Station, like the Herald Mercury 
 Now lighted on a heaven-kiffing hill : 
 A Combination, and a forme indeed, 
 Where every god did feeme to fet his Seale, 
 To give the world aflurauce of aman, 
 This was your husband. Looke you now what followes. 
 Feere is your t usband, like a Mildew’d deare 
 Blafting his wholiome breath. Have you eyes? 
 Could you onthis faire Mountaine leave to feed,] 
 And batten on this Moore ? Ha? have you eyes? 
 You cannot call it Love : For at your age, 
 The hey-day in che bloodis tame, its humble, 
 And waites upon the Iudgement: and what judgement 
 Would ttep from this, tothis? What divell was’t, 
 Chat thus hath coutend you at hoodman-blind? 
 O Shame ! where isthy bluth ? Rebellious Hell, 
 If thou canft mutine in a Matrons bones, 
 To flaming youth, let Vertue beas waxe. 
 And meltinherowne fire. Proclaime no fhame, 
 When tke compulfiue Ardure gives the charge, 
 Since Froit itfeife, as actively doth burne, 
 As Reafon panders Will. 
 Quee. O Hamlet {peake no more. 
 Thou turnft mine eyes into my very foule; 
 And there I fee (uch blackeand grained {pots. 
 As will not leave their Tinct. 
 Ham. Nay, buttolive 
 Inthe ranke {weat of an enfeamed bed, 
 Stewd in Corruption; honying and making love 
 Overthe nafty Stye. 
 Quee. Oh {peake to me, no more, 
 Theie wordslike Daggers enter in mine cares. 
 Nomore {weer Haws(et. 
 Ham. A Murderer, anda Villaine : 
 A Slave, that is nor twentieth part the tythe 
 Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings, 
 A Cutpurfe of the Empire and the Rule. 
 Tharfrom a fhelfe, the precious Diadem ftole, 
 And put it in his Pockets 
 Que: No more. x 
 Enter Ghost. 
 Ham. A King of fhreds and patches. 
 Save me : and hover o’re me with your wings 
 You heavenly Guards. W hat would you gracious figure? 
 Luce. Alas bes mad. : 
 Ham. Doe younot come your tardy Sonne to chide, 
 Thatiaps’c in Time and Paffion, lets goe by 
 Th’important acting of your dread command ? Oh fay. 
 Ghost. Doe not forget: this Vifitation 
 Is bur tow het thy almolt blunced parpofe. 
 But looke Amazement on thy Mother fits ; 
 O ftep betweene her, and her fighting Soule, 
 Conceit in weakett bodies, ftrongeft workes, 
 
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 | Speaketo her Hawler, 
 Ham. How is it with you Lady? 
 Qus. Alas, how is’t with you ? 
 That thus you bend your eye onvacancy, 
 Aad with the corporall ayredoe hold dilcourfe. 
 Forth at your eyes, your {pirits wiideiy peepe, 
 | And as theflceping Souldiours in th’Alarme; 
 Your bedded haire, like life in excrements, 
 Start up,and ftandan end. Oh gentle Sonne; 
 | Vpon the heateand flame of thy diltemper 
 Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon dve you looke ? 
 _Ham. On him, on him: looke you how pale he giares, 
 His forme and caufe conjoyn’d, preaching io tones, 
 Would make them capeable. Doe not looke upon me, 
 Leaft with this pitteous action you convert 
 My fterne effects : then what I have to doe, 
 Will want true colour ; teares perchance for blood. 
 
 Luee, To whom doe you {peake this ? 
 
 Ham. Doe you feenothing there ? 
 
 Luce. Nothing at all, yetall thacis I fee. 
 
 Ham. Nor did younothing heare? 
 
 Luce. No, nothing but our felves. 
 
 Ham. ‘7 hy looke you there: fooke how it fteals aways 
 My father in his habite, as be lived, 
 Looke where he goes even now outat the Portail. Exit. | 
 
 Quee, This is the very coynage of your braine, 
 This bodileffe Creation extafie is very cunning in, 
 Ham. Extafie ? 
 My Pulfeas youre dothtemperately keepe time, 
 And makesas heaithfull Muficke. It isnot madneffe 
 That I have uttered ; bring me tothe Teit 
 And [ the matter will re-word : w hich madneffe 
 Would gamboll from. Mother, for love of Grace, 
 Lay nota flattering Viiction to your foule, 
 That not your tref{paffe, but my madnefle {peakes : 
 It will but skin and filme the Vicerous place, 
 Whilft ranke corruption mming all within, 
 Infects unfeene. Confeffe your felfe to heaven, 
 Repent whats palt, avoyd whatis to come, 
 And doe not {predthe Compoft orthe Wecdes, 
 To make them ranke. Forgive me this my Vertue, 
 For in the fatnefle of thefe purfie times, 
 Vertue it felfe, of Vice mult pardon begge, 
 Yea courbe, and wooe, for leave to doe him'good, 
 Quee. Oh Hamkt, 
 Thou haft cleft my heart in twaine, 
 Ham. O throw away the worfer partof it, 
 Andlive the purer with the other halfe. 
 Good night, but goe not to mine Vnkles bed, 
 Affumea Vertue, if you have it not, refraine to night, 
 And that fhall lend a kind of eafinefle 
 To the nextabftinence, Once more goodnight* 
 And when you are defirousto be blett, 
 Ile bleffing begge of you. For this fameLord, 
 I doe repent : but heaven hath pleas’d it fo. 
 To punith me with this,and this with me, 
 That I muft be their Scourge and Miniter. 
 I willbeRow him, and will anfwer well 
 The death I gave him : fo againe, good aight. 
 I maft be cruell, onely tobe kiad ; 
 Thas bad begins, and worfe remaines behind, 
 Que. What thall Tdoe?. ; 
 
 Ham. Notthis by no meanes that I bid you doe: 
 Let the blunt King tempt you againéto bed, 
 
 Pinch Wanton’ on your cheeke, call you his Moufe, 
 And let bit fora paire of reechy kiffes, 
 
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 | Or padliag in your necke with his damn‘d fingers, 
 
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 Lhe Tragedieof Hamlet. 
 
 | Make yon toravellall this matter out, 
 
 That I eflentially am not in madneffe, 
 
 | But mad in craft. Twere good you let him know, 
 
 | 
 
 For whothats but a Queene, faire, fober, wile, 
 Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat,aGibbe, 
 
 No, in defpight of Senfe and Secrecy, 
 
 Vnpegge the Basket onthe honfestop : 
 
 Let the Birds flye,and like the famous Ape, 
 
 To try Conclufions, in the Basket creepe, 
 
 And breake your owne necke downe. : 
 Que. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, 
 
 And breath of life : 1 have no life to breath 
 
 What thou hatt faid to me. 
 Ham. 1 mutt to England, you know that? 
 Quee. Alacke I had forgot : Tis fo concluded on. 
 Ham, This man fhall {et me packing : 
 
 Ile luggethe Gursinto the Neighbor roome, 
 
 | Mother goodnight. Indeede this Ceunfellor 
 
 Is now moft ftill, moft fecret, and moft grave, 
 
 Who wasin life a foolifh prating Knave. 
 
 Come fir, to draw toward an end with you. 
 
 Good night Mother. ’ 
 
 Exit Hamlet tug gsng in Polonius. 
 Enter King. 
 Kings Theres matters in thefc fighes. 
 
 Thefe profound heaves 
 
 You mutt tranflate , Tis fit we underftandthem. 
 
 W here is your Sonne ? : 
 Quee. Ati my good Lord, what have feene tonight ? 
 King. What Gertrude? How des Hamlet ? 
 
 Ques. Mad as the Seas, and winde,when bothcontend 
 
 Whichis the Mightier, in his lawlefle fit 
 
 Behind the Arras, hearing fomething ftirre, 
 
 | He whips his Rapier out, and cryesa Rat,aRat, 
 
 ; 
 
 sere nn At A a OT 
 
 And in his brainifh apprehenfion killes 
 The unfeene good old man. 
 King. Ob heavy deed. 
 It had bine fo with us had we beene there : 
 His Liberty is full of threats to all, 
 To you your felfe, tous,to every one. 
 Alas, how hall this bloody deede be anfwered ? 
 It willbe laidtous, whofe providence 
 Shouldhave-kept fhort, reftrain’d, and out of haunt, 
 This mad yong man. But fo much was our love, 
 We would not underftand what was moft fit, 
 But hke the Owner of a foule difeafe, 
 To keepe it from divulging, letsit feede 
 Even onthe pith of lite. Where is he gone? 
 Quce. To draw apart the body he hath kild, 
 Ore whom his very madnéffe like fome Oare 
 Among a Minerail of Mettals bafe © 
 Shewes it felfe pure. He weepes for what is done. 
 King. Oh Gertrude, come away : 
 The Sunno fooner fhall the: Mounta ines touch, 
 Bat we will fhip him hence, and this viide deed, 
 We mutt with all our Majefty and Skill 
 Both countenance, and excufe. 
 
 Ho Gusldenstar : _. Guildenftar. 
 
 Friends both, gojoyne you with fome further ayde : 
 
 Hamlet in madneffe hath Polonins flaine,. = 
 
 And from his Mothers Cloffet hath he drage’d him 
 
 Goe feeke him out, {peake faire, and bring the body 
 Into the Chappell. I pray you hafte in this. Exie Genp, 
 Come Gertrade, we'll call up our wifeft friends, : 
 
 } 
 
 _ Enter Rofincros, and | 
 
 | To let them know both what we meanetodoe, 
 And whats untimely done. Ohcome away, 
 | My foule is fullof difcord and difmay. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Hazlet. 
 Ham. Safely flowed. 
 Gentlemen within. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet. 
 Ham. What noife? Who cals on Hamlet ? 
 Oh heerethey come. Eater Rofincros, and Guildenfiar. 
 Rof. What have youdone my Lord with the dead body? 
 | Ham. Compounded it withduft, wheretotis kine. 
 | Rofix. Tellaswhere tis, that we may takeit thence, 
 And beare it to the Chappell. 
 Ham. Doe not beeleeveit. 
 Rofin. Beleeve what ? Ps 
 Ham. Thatl can keepe your counfell, and not mine 
 owne. Befides, to. be demanded of a Spundgeswhat re- 
 plication fhould be made by the Sonne of a Kings 
 Rofin, Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord ? 
 Ham. | fir,that fokes up the Kings Countenanee, his 
 Rewards, his Authorities( but {uch Oiticers do the King 
 neft fer vice in the end. )He keepes them like an Ape 10 
 the corner of his jaw, firlt mouth’d to be laft fwallowed, 
 when he needes what you have glean’d, it is but fquee- 
 zing you, and Spundge you fhall be dry againes 
 Rofis. 1 underftand you not my Lord. ibs 
 Hams Lam glad of it: aknavith fpeech fleepes ina 
 foolifh eare. ; 
 Rofin. My Lord, you mutt tell us where the body is, 
 and goe with usto the King. Coie 
 Ham. The body is with the King, but the King 18 not 
 with the body.. The King, isa thing-——= 
 Guéld.- A thing my Lord? : : 
 Hem. Of nothing? bring me to him; hide Fox, and all 
 after. Excunt. 
 Enter Kings 5 
 King. Thave fent to feeke hin and to find the body : 
 How dangerous is it that this man goes loofe: 
 Yet muit not we pet the ftrong Law on him ; 
 Hes loved of the diftracted mnititude, 
 Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes 3 
 And where tis fo, th’ Offenders fcourgeis weigh 
 Bot neerer the offence: to beare all imooth, and even, 
 This fodaine fending him away, muft feeme 
 Deliberate panrfe, difeates de{perate growne, 
 By defperate appliance are relieved, 
 Or not atall. Enter Rofincros, 
 How new ? what hath befalne ? ; 
 Rofin. Where the dead body isbeftow’d my Lord, 
 We cannot get from him. 
 King. But where is he? 
 Rofix. Without my Lord, guarded to know your'plea- 
 {ure. 
 King. Bring hina before us. 
 Rofim. Hoa, Guildenffar 2 bring in my Lord. 
 Enter Hamlet and Guildenitar. 
 King. Now Hamlet, wheres Palonius ? 
 Ham. At Suppers 
 King. At Supper ? Where? : a 
 Ham. Not where heeats, but where he is eaten,a cet 
 taine convocation of wormes are ene at him.Y our ne 
 is your onely Emperour for’ diet» We fat-all rsenes 
 elfe to fat us, and we fat our felues for Magots. Your 7 
 King and your leane Begger is but variable fervice, tW 
 difhes,but to. one Table, thats the end. ‘ 
 
 King. What doft thou meane by this ? pre 
 
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 The Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 Ham, Nothing but to thew you howa King may goe | 
 a Progreffe through the gut of a Begger. 
 King. Where is Polonins, ¢ 
 Ham. In heaven,fend thither to fee. If your Meflen- 
 ger finde him net there,feeke himith other place your 
 felfe : but indeed, if you findehim not this moneth, you 
 fhall nofe him as you goe up the ftaires into the Lobby. 
 King. Goe feeke him there. 
 Ham. He will ftay till ye come. 
 K.Hamlet,this deed of thine, for thine efpeciail fafety 
 Which we doe tender,as we dearely grieve 
 For that which thou haft done ,muft fend thee hence 
 With fiery quickneffe. Therefore prepare thy felfe, 
 The Barke is ready ,and the wind at helpe, 
 Th’Aflociates tend,and every thing at bent 
 For England. 
 Ham, For England: 
 King. 1,Hamlet: 
 Ham, Good, . 
 King. Soisit,ifthou knewft our purpofes- 
 Ham. 1 {cea Cherabe that fees him: but come, for | 
 England. Farewell deare Mother. 
 King. Thy loving Father Hamlet. 
 Hamlet, My Mother : Father and Mother is Man and | 
 Wife : Manand Wife is one fief ; and fo my Mother. 
 Come,for England. Extt. 
 King. Follow himatfoot, 
 Tempt him with fpeed aboord ; 
 Delay it not, Ie bave him hence to night. 
 Away ,for every thing is Seal’d and done : 
 That elfe leanes on th’ Affaire,pray you make hafte. 
 And England, if my love thou holdftat ought, 
 Asmy great power thereof may give thee fenfe; 
 Since yetthy Cicatricelookes raw and red 
 After the Danifh Sword, and thy free awe 
 Payes homage to us 5 thou maift net coldly fet 
 Our Soveraigne Proceffe,which imports at full 
 By letcers conjuring to that effect 
 The prefent death of Hamler. Doe it England, 
 For like the He¢ticke in my blood he rages, 
 Atid thou muft cure me : Till I know "tis done; 
 How ere my haps, my joyes werene’re begun. 
 
 ‘. Exit: 
 Enter Fortinbras with an eArmy. 
 
 For. Goe Captaine,from me tothe Danith King, 
 Tell him that by his licenfe, Fertinbras . 
 Claimes the conveyance of 'apromis’d March 
 Over his Kingdome. You know the Rendevouz : 
 Ifthat his Majeftie would onght with us, 
 
 We thallexpreffe our darie in his eye; 
 And let him know fo. 
 
 Cap. I will doo’t,my Lord, 
 
 For. Goe fafely on. 
 
 Enter Queene and Horatis. 
 
 Qu. 1 will not {peake with her. 
 
 Hor. She isinsportunate: indeed diftract, her moode 
 will needs be pitied. 
 
 4. What would fhe have ? 
 
 Hor. She {peakes much of her Father;fayes fhe heares 
 There’s trickes i'th’world,and hems, and beats her heart, 
 Spurnes envioufly at Strawes,{peakes thingsin doubt; 
 That carry but halfe fenfe: Her fpeech is nothings 
 Yetthe unthaped ufeofitdothmove _ 
 
 The hearers to Collection; they aymeatit, 
 And botch the words up fit to their owne thoughts, 
 Which as her winkes,and nods,and geftures yeeldthem, 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought: 
 Though nothing fure, yet much unhappily. 
 2x. “Twere good fhe were fpoken with, 
 For fhe may ftrew dangerous conjeétures 
 Inill breeding mindes. Let ber come in 
 To my ficke foule (as finnes true nature is) 
 Each toy feemes Prologue,tofome great amifle, 
 So full of Artleffe jealoufie is guilt, 
 It {pils it {elfe in fearing to be {pilt. 
 Enter Othelia diftrabled. 
 Oph. Where is the beanteous Majefty ef Denmarke. | 
 Qu. How now Ophelia? 
 Ophe. How fhould I your truelove know from another 
 By his Cockle Hat and Staffe,and his Sandal Shoone ( one? 
 Lu. Alas {weet Lady : what imports this Song 2 
 Opbe. Say you ? Nay pray youmarke. 
 He is dead and gone Lady he 1s dead and gone, 
 At his head a graffe-greene Turfe,at bis heeles a tone. 
 Enter King, 
 Llu. Nay but Ophelia. 7 
 Oph. Pray you marke. 
 White his Shrow’d as the Mountaine Snow. 
 2. Alas,looke here my Lord. 
 Oph, Larded with fweet flowers : 
 Which bewept to the grave did not goe, 
 With True-love fhowers. 
 King. How doe ye,pretty Lady ? 
 Oph. Well,God dil’d you. They fay the Owle was 
 a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but 
 know not.what we may be. God beat your Table. 
 King. Conceit upon her Father. 
 Ophe. Pray you let’s have no words of this: but when 
 they aske you what it meanes, fay you this: " 
 To morrow is S. Valentines day,all in the morne betime, 
 And I a Maid at your window,tobe your Valentine, (dore. 
 Then up he rofe,& don’d his cloathes, & dupt the chamber 
 Let inthe Maid,les ina Maid never departed more. 
 Kéng. Pretty Ophelia. 
 Ophe. indeed la? without an oath Ie make an end ont. 
 By gis,and by S.Charity. 
 eAlacke,and fie for hame : 
 Yong men will doo't, if they come too’t, 
 By Cocke they are too blame. 
 Quoth the before you tumbled me, 
 You promis'd me to wed : 
 So woulda Iha done,by yonder Sunne, i 
 And thou hadft not come to my bea. ; 
 King. How long hath fhe been thus? 
 Ophe. T hope all will be well. Wee muft be patient, 
 but Icannot ¢hoofe but weepe, to thinke they fhould 
 lay him i’th’cold ground : My Brother fhall know of it, 
 and fo I thanke you for your good counfell. Come, my 
 Coach : Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight fweet Ladies : 
 Goodnight,goodnight. Exit. 
 Ksng. Follow her clofe, ’ 
 Give her good watch I pray you : 
 Ohthis is the poyfon of deepe griefe, it {prings 
 All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrnde,Gertrude, 
 When forrowes come, they come not fingle {pies, 
 But in Battaliaes. Firft.her father flaine, 
 Next your fonae gone,and he moft violent author 
 Of his owne juft remove : the people muddied, 
 Thicke and unwholfome in their thoughts and whifpers, 
 For good Po/onins death sand we have done but greenly, | 
 
 In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia 
 Divided from her felfe.and her faire judgement, 
 Without 
 
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 Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beafts, 
 Laft, andas muchcontaining asall thefe, 
 
 Her brother is in fecret come from France, 
 
 Keepes on his wonder, k eepes himfelfe in clouds 
 
 And wants not Buzzers to infect his care 
 Withpeftilent Speeches of his fathers death, 
 
 Where in neceflity of matter Beggard 
 
 Will nothing fticke our perfons to Arraigne 
 
 In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this, 
 
 Like to a murdering Peece in many places, ee 
 Gives me fuperfluous death. A Noife within. 
 
 Enter a Me ffenger. 
 Sue. Alacke, what noy{e is this ? 
 King. Where are my Sws:zers ? 
 Let them guardthe doore. What is the matter? 
 | Me: Save your felfe, my Lord. 
 The Ocean (over-peering of his Lift) 
 Eates not the Flats with more imgetuons hatte 
 Then young Laertes, ina Riotous head, 
 Ore-beares your Orlicers, the rabble call him Lord, 
 Andas the world were now but to begin; 
 Antiquity forgot, Cuftome not knowne, 
 The Ratificrs and props of every word, 
 They cry choofe we ? Laertes fhallbe King. 
 Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it tothe clouds, 
 Laertes fhall be King, Laertes King. 
 Quets How cheerefully onthe falfe Traile they cry, 
 Ohthis is Counter,you falfe Danifh Dogges. 
 Noife within. Enter Laertes. 
 
 Kiwg. The dooresare broke. 
 
 Laer. Whereis the King, firs? Stand you all without. 
 
 All, No, lets come in. 
 
 Laer. I pray you give me leave. 
 
 Ak. We will, we will, 
 
 Laer. 1 thanke you : Keepe the doore, 
 
 Oh thou vilde King, give me my father. 
 Que. Calmely good Laertes. 
 
 Laer. That drop of blood, thatcalmes 
 Proclaimes me Battard: 
 
 Cries Cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot 
 Even here betweene the chafte unimitched brow 
 ‘Of my true Mother. 
 
 King. What is the caufe Laertes, 
 
 That thy Rebellion lookes fo Gyant-like 2 
 
 Let him goe Gertrude: Doe not feare our perfon : 
 Theres fuch Divinity doth hedgea King, 
 
 That Treafon can but peepe to what it would, 
 Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes, 
 
 Why thou art thus incenft ? Let him goe Gertrade, 
 Speake man. i 
 
 Laer. Wheres my Father ? 
 
 King. Dead. 
 
 Que. But notby-him, 
 
 King. Let him demand bis fill. 
 
 Laer. How came he dead ¢ Ile not be Tuggel’d with. 
 To hell Allegeance : Vowes, to the blackeft divell, 
 Confcience and Grace, to the Profoundeft Pit. 
 
 I dare Damnation 3 to this point I ftand, 
 That both the worlds I give to negligence, 
 Let come what comes ; oncly Ile be reveng’d 
 Moft thronghiy for wy father, 
 
 King. Who fhall {tay you? 
 
 Laer. My Will, notallthe world, 
 And for my -meanes, Jle husband them fo well, 
 They fhall goe farre with little. 
 
 * If you defire to know the certainty 
 
 ‘The Tragedy of King Lear. 
 Le on 
 
 King. Good Laertes: 
 
 Of your deare fathers death,if writ in your revenge; 
 That Soop-ftake you willdraw both friend and foe; 
 Winner and Loofer. 
 
 Laer. None but his Enemies: 
 
 King. Will you know them then. abd 
 
 La. To his good Friends thus wide Ile hope my 
 And like thé kinde life-rendring Pelican, (Armes; 
 Repaft chem with my blood. 
 
 King, Why now? what noyfe isthat ¢ 
 Like a good child,and atrue Gentleman. 
 That I am guilelefle of your Fathers death, 
 And am moft fenfible in griefe forit, 
 
 It fhall as levell to your ludgement pierce 
 As day do’s to your eye. 
 A noyfe within, Let her come in, 
 Enter Ophelia. 
 Laer. How now ? whatnoyfe is that ? 
 Oh heat dry up my braines,teares feven times falt, 
 Burne out the fenfe and vertue of mine eye. 
 By heaven thy madneffe fhall be paid by waight, 
 Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rofe of Mays 
 Deare Maide,kinde Sifter,fweet Ophelia : 
 Oh heavens,is*t poflivle, a yong Maids wits, 
 Should be as mortall as an old mans lite? 
 Nature is finein Love,and where tis fine, 
 It fends fome precions inftance of it felfe 
 After the thing.it loves. 
 Gph. They bore him bare fac d onthe Beeres 
 Hey son nony noney bey noney : 
 And on his grave raines many ateare, 
 Fare yu well my Dove, é 
 
 Laer. Hadft thou thy wits , and didft perfwade Re- 
 venge, it could not move thus. 
 
 Oph. You mutt fing downe a-downe,and you call hisa 
 a-downe-a. Qh, how the wheeles become ic? At isthe 
 falfé Steward that ftole his Mafters daughter: 
 
 Laer, This nothings.more than matter. 
 
 Ophe. There’s Rofemarysthar’s for Remembrance. 
 Pray Loveremember ; and there is Pancies that’s for 
 Thoughts, 
 
 Laer, A document inadneffe, thoughts and remem 
 brance fitted. 
 
 Ophe.There’s Fennell for you,and Columbines: there’s 
 Rue for you,and here’s fome for me. Wee may call it 
 Herbe-Grace a Sundayes : Oh you mult weare your Rue 
 with a difference. There’sa Dafie.I would give you tome 
 Violets,but they wither’d all whé my Fatherdyeds They 
 fay he made.a good end ; 
 
 For Bonny [weet Robin ws all my joy. 
 Laer. Thought,and A fli@tion;Pailion, Hell it felfe : 
 She turnes to favour;and to prettinefle, 
 Oph, And wil he not come againe. 
 And wil he not come againe ? 
 No,pio,be 1s dead,gee to thy Death-bed,, . 
 He never wih come againe. 
 His Beard as white as Snowe 
 
 All Flaxen washuPole: 
 He 1s gone he is goxe,and me caft away mone, 
 Gramercy enhis Sonle, . 
 And of all Chriftian Soules,I pray God. 
 God buy ye. - » Exit Opheltae 
 
 Laer.Doe you feethis,you gods? : 
 King, Laertes,1 mutt commune with your griefe, 
 Or you deny me right: goe but apart, 
 
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 Make choyce of whom your wifeft friends you will, 
 And they fhall heare and judge twixt you andme ; 
 If by direct or by Collateral] hand 
 They find us touch’d, we will our Kingdome give, 
 Our Crown,our Life, and all that: we call Ours 
 To you in fatisfaction. Butif noe, 
 Be you content to lend your paiente to us, 
 And we fhall joyntly labour with your foule 
 Togive it due content. 
 Laer, Let this'be fo : 
 His meanes of death his obfcure buriall : 
 No Trophee, Sword; nor Hatchment ore his bones; 
 No Noble rite, nor formall oftentation, 
 Cry tobe heard, astwere from heaven to earth, 
 That I moft call in queftion. 
 King. Soyou thall; 
 And where th’offence is, let the great Axe fall. 
 I pray you goe with me. Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Horatio, with an Attendant. 
 
 Hora. W hat are they that would fpeake with me ? 
 Ser. Saylors fir, they fadthey have Letters for you: 
 Hora. Let them comein, 
 I doe not know from what part of the world 
 I fhould be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet. 
 Enter Saylor, 
 
 Say. God bleffe your Sir. 
 
 Hora. Let him bleffe thee too. 
 
 Say. He fhall Sir, and’t pleafe him. Theres a Letter 
 for you Sir: Iccomesfrom th'Ambaffadours that was 
 bound for England, if your name be Horatio; as Tam let 
 to know itis. 
 
 Reads the Letter. 
 Oratie, When thou foalt have overlack’d this, give 
 thefe fehowes [ome meanes tothe King: They have 
 Letters for him, Ere we were two dayes old at Sea, a Py- 
 rate of very Warlicke apposntment gave us (hace. Fix- 
 ding our [elves too flow of Satle,we pitt on a compelled Va- 
 lour. Inthe Grapple; I boorded them: On the tnftant they 
 got cleare of our Ship, fo I alone became their Prifoner. 
 Theyhave dealt with me, like Theeves of (Mercy, but 
 they knew what they did. I am to doe a good ttrne for 
 | them. Let the King have the Letters Ihave fent, and re- 
 paire thou to me with as much haft as thon wouldeft flye 
 death. Lhave words to fpeake in your care, will make thee 
 dumbe, yet are they much-to hight for the bore of the 
 Matter, Thefe goodfellowes will bring thee where I am. 
 Rofincros and Guildenftar, hold their courfe for England, 
 Of them Ihave much to tell thee, Farewell, 
 He that thou knoweft thine, 
 Hamlet. 
 Come! wil give you way for thefe your Letters, 
 And do’t the fpeedier, that you may direct me 
 To him from whom you brought them. 
 Enter King and Laertes, é 
 King.Now mutt your confcience my acquittance feal, 
 And you muft put me in your heart for friend, 
 Sith you have heard, and with a knowing care, 
 That he which hath your Noble father flaine, 
 Parfued my life. 
 Laer. It wellappeares: But tell me, 
 Why you proceeded not againft thefe feates, 
 So crimefull, and fo Capitall in Nature, 
 Asby your Safety, Wifedome, all things elfe, 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Laer. And {o have a Noble father’ loft, 
 A Sifter driven intodef{perate tearmes, 
 Whe was(if praifes may goe backeagaine) 
 Stood Challenger on monnt of allthe Age 
 For her perfections. But my revenge willcome; 
 King. Breake not your fleepes for that; 
 You mutt not thinke 
 That we are made of ftuffe, fo flat, and dull, 
 That we can let our Beard be fhooke with danger, 
 And thinke it pafttime. You fhortly thall heare more, 
 Ilov’d your father, and we love your felfe, 
 And that I hope will teach you to imagine=——. 
 Enter a Me ffenger. 
 How now ? What Newes ? 
 Me: Letters my Lord from Hamlet. This to your 
 Majetty : this to the Queene. 
 King. From Hamlet? Who brought them ? 
 Mef: Saylors my Lord they fay, I faw them not : 
 They were given me by Claudio, he receiv’d them, 
 King, Laertes you fhall them: 
 Leave us. Exit Meffenger, 
 High and Mighty, you foall know Lam fet naked on your 
 Kinodome. To morrow fhall I beg leave to fee your King- 
 ly Eyes When I hall ( firft askin ¢ your Pardon thereunto) 
 recount th’Occafions of may [odatne, and more range ven 
 turne. Hamlet. 
 What fhould this meane ? Are ali the reft come backe ? 
 Or is it fome abufe? Or no fuch thing? 
 Laer, Know youthe hand ? 
 King. Tis Hamlets Character, naked, and in a Poft- 
 {cript herehe fayesalone : Can youadvite me ? 
 Laer, Vm loftin it my Lord, butlet him come; 
 It warmes the very ficknefle in my heart, 
 That I fhall live and tell him to his teeth : 
 Thus diddeft thou. ; 
 King. \fitbe fo Laertes, as how fhould it be fo? 
 How otherwife? will you berul’d by me ? 
 Laer» If fo you'll not o'rerule me to a peace. 
 Kin, Tothine owne peace: ifhe benow return’d,’ 
 As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes 
 No more to undertake it ; 1 will workehim 
 Toan exployt now ripe in my Device, 
 Vnder the which he {hall not choofe but fall : 
 And for his death no wind of blame fhall breath, 
 But even his Mother fhall uncharge the practice, 
 And call it accident : Some-two Monthes hence 
 Here was a Gentleman of Normandy. 
 Tvefeene my felfeand feru’d agaifift the French, 
 And they ran well onHorfebacke ; but this Gallant 
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 Had witchcraft in’t ; he grew into his Seat, 
 And to fuch wondrous doing brought his Horfe, 
 Ashad he been encorps’t and demy-Natur’d 
 With the brave Beaft,fo farre he paft my thought, 
 That fin forgery of fhapes and trickes; 
 Come fhort of what he did. 
 
 Laer. A Norman wast? 
 
 King. A Norman- 
 
 Lear. Vponmy life Lamonnd. 
 
 King, The very fame. 
 
 Laer. Uknow him well,heis the Broech indeed, 
 And Iemme ofall our Nation. 
 
 King. He made confeffion of you, 
 And gave youfucha Mafterly report, 
 For Art and exercife in your defence ; 
 And for your Rapier moftefpecially , 
 That he cryed ont,’ would bea fight indeed, 
 [fone could match you Sir. This report of his 
 Did Hamlet fo envenom with his Envy, 
 That he could nothing doe bat with and begge, 
 Your fodaine comming over to play with him; 
 Now out of this. 
 
 Laer. Why outof this,my Lord ? 
 
 King. Laertes,was your Father deare to you ? 
 Or are you like the painting ofa forrow, 
 A face without a heart ? 
 
 Laer, Why aske you this @ 
 
 Kin, Not that 1 thinke you did not love your Father, 
 But that I know Love is begun by Time: 
 And that I fee in paffages of proofe, 
 
 Time qualifies the fparke and fire of it : 
 
 Hamlet come backe , what would you undertake, 
 To fhew your felfe your Fathers fonne indeed, 
 More than in words? 
 
 Laer, Tocut histhroat i’th’Church. 
 
 Kin. Noplaceindeed fhould murder Sanctuarize; 
 Revenge fhould have no bounds : but geod Laertes, 
 Will you doe this,keepe clofe within your Chamber? 
 Hamlet returw’d,fhall know you are come home : 
 Wee'l put on thofe fhall praife your excellence, 
 And fetadouble varnifh onthe fame 
 The Frenchman gave you,bring you in fine together, 
 And wager on your heads,he being remiffe, 
 Mott generous, and free from all contriving, 
 Wiillnot perufe the Foiles ? So that with cafe, 
 Or witha little fhuffling, you may choofe 
 ASword unbaited,and ina paffe of practice, 
 Requit him for your Father. 
 
 Laer. Lwilldoo’t, 
 And for that purpofe Ile annoiot my Sword : 
 I bought an Vnttion of a Mountebanke 
 So mortall,I but dipta knife in ic, 
 Where it drawes blood,no Cataplafme fo rare, 
 Collected from all Simples that have Vertue 
 Vnder the Moone,can fave the thing from death, 
 That is but {cratcht withall : ]etouch my point, 
 With thiscontagion,that if I gall him flightly, 
 Irmay be death. 
 
 Kin. Let’s further thinke of this, 
 Weigh what convenience both of time and meanes 
 May fit us to our fhape, if this fhould faile ; 
 And that our driftlookethroughour bad performance, 
 Twere better not aflaid ; therefore this Project 
 
 Should have a backe gr fecond,that might hold, 
 
 If this fhould blaft inproofe:Soft,let me fee 
 Wree'l makea folemne wager on your commings, 
 
 The Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
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 I ha’t : when in your fetion you are hotand dry, 
 
 As make your bewts more violent tothe end, 
 Andthat he calsfor drinkes Ile have prepar d bim 
 
 A Challice for the nonce ; whereon but fipping, 
 
 If he by chance efcape your venom’d ftuck, 
 
 Our purpofe may hold there ; how nowfweet Queene, 
 
 Enter Queene, ded 
 Dueen. One woe doth tread upon anothers heeley 
 So fait they’l follow : your Sifter’s drown'd Laertes, 
 Laer. Drown'd 1O where? S iaes 
 een. Thereisa Willow growes aflanta Brooke; 
 That flaewes his hore leaves in the glaffie ftreame s 
 There with fantafticke Garlands did fhe come, 
 Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Dayfies,and long Purples, 
 That liberall Shepheards give a grofler mame; 
 But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers Call them: 
 There on the pendant bonghes her Coronet weeds » 
 Clambring to hang;an envious fliver broke, 
 When downe the weedy Trophies,and her felfe, 
 Fell in the weeping Brooke, her cloathes {pred wide, 
 Aad Mermaid-like,a while they bore her up, 
 Which time fhe chaunted {natches of old tunes, 
 Asone incapable of her ownediftrefle, 
 Or like a creature Native,and deduced 
 Vnto that element : but long it could net be, 
 Till that her garments,heavy withtheir drinke, 
 Pull’dthe poore wretch from her melodieus by, 
 To muddy death. 
 Laer. Alasthen,is fhedrown’d ? 
 Queen, Drown’ d,drown'd. 
 Laer. Too much of water haft thou poore Ophelsa, 
 And therefore I forbid my teares : but yet 
 It is our tricke,Nature her cuftome holds, 
 Let fhame fay whar it wills whenthefe are gone 
 The woman will be out: Adue my Lord, 
 I havea fpeech of fire,that faine would blaze, 
 But that this folly drownes it- 
 King. Let’sfollow,Gertrude : 
 How much I had to doeto calme his rage ? 
 Now feare I this will give it ftarvggiaine ; 
 Therefore let’s follow. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exehnts 
 
 Enter two Clownes. 
 
 Clows. Is fheeto be buried in Chriftian buriall, chat 
 wilfully feekes her owne falvation? 
 
 Other. I tell thee fhe is,and therefore make her Grave 
 ftraight,the Crowner hath fate on her, and finds it Chrie 
 {tian buriall. ; 
 
 Clo. How can that be,unleffe the drowned her felfe in 
 her owne defence ? 
 
 Other. Why ’tis found fo. 
 
 Clo. It mult be Se effendendo, it cannot belle: for 
 here lies the point:IfI drowne my felfe wittingly, 1a 
 guesan AG : and an Aé hath three branches, It isan ss 
 to doe,and to performe;argall fhe drown’d her felfe wit- 
 tingly. 
 
 Other. Nay but here you GoodmanDelver- 
 
 Clown, Giveme leave; here lies the water, good : 
 here ftands the man, geod : if the man go¢eto this wae 
 ter and drowne himfelfe ; it is will he, nill he,hee goes 
 marke you that ? But ifthe water come to him & arowne 
 him ; he drownes not himfelfe. Argall , he that 1s not 
 guilty of his owne death, fhortens not his owne lifes 
 
 Other. Butisthis Law? 
 
 lo. 1 is’ 
 C/o. 1 marry is’t, Crowners Queft Law. poe 
 
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The Tragedy of Hamlet, 
 
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 Other. Will you ha the trath on’t? if this had not 
 beena Gentlewoman, fhee fhould have beene buried out 
 of Chriftian Buriall. 
 
 Clo. Why there thou fay’fts Andthe more pitty that 
 great folke fhould have countenance in this world to 
 drowne or hang themfelves, more than their even Chri- 
 ftian-Come,my Spade; there isno ancient Gentlemen, 
 but Gardiners, Ditchers and Grave-makers ; they hold 
 up Adams profeffion. 
 
 Other. Was he a Gentleman 2 - 
 
 (70. He was the firft that ever bore Armes. 
 
 Other, Why he had none. 
 
 (7. What,arta Heathen ¢ how doft thou underftand 
 the Scripture,? the Scripture fayes e4dam dige’d ; could 
 he digge without Armes?lle put another queftion to thee? 
 ifthou anfwereft me not to the purpofe ; confeffe thy 
 felfe 
 
 Other, Goe to. 
 
 Clo. What is hethat builds ftronger than either the 
 Mafon,the Shipwright or the Carpenter ? 
 
 Other. The Gallowes maker, for that Frame out-lives 
 athoufand Tenants, 
 
 (Yo. Llike thy wit wellin good faith , the Gallowes 
 does well; but how doesit well? it does well to. thofe 
 that doeill: now thou doflt ill to fay the Gallowes is 
 builtftronger thanthe Church: Argall , the Galiowes 
 may doe welltothee. Too’t againe,Come. 
 
 Other, Who builds ftronger thana Mafon , a Ship- ) 
 
 wrig ht,or a Carpenter ? 
 Clo, 1,tell me that,and ihyoke. 
 Other. Marry now I canted. 
 Clo. Too't. 
 Other, Maffe,1 cannot tell. 
 
 Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off. 
 C/o. Cudgell thy braines no more about it ; for your 
 dullAffe’will not mend his pace with beating;and when 
 _ you are askt this queftion next, fay a Grave-maker : the 
 Houfes that he makes, lafts till Doomes- day: go.get thee 
 to Yanghan, fetch me a ftoape of Liquor. 
 
 Siti gS 
 In youth when I did love,dsdlove, 
 ‘me thought it was very [weet, 
 To contrat O the for a my behove, 
 O me thought there was wothing weet, ‘ 
 Ham. Ha’ s this fellow no feeling of his bufineffe, that 
 hefings at Grave-making? 
 Hor, Cuftome hath made it in him a property of eafi- 
 ca Tis ce’n fo ; the hard of little imployment hath 
 
 the daintier fenfe. 
 per { lowxe fings. 
 
 Bat Age with his frealing feeps 
 hath caught me in hr clutch: 
 And hath foipped me intsh the Land, 
 if Thad never beenfuch, 
 Ham. That Scull bad a tongue in it , and conld fing 
 once: how the Knave jowles it to th’ ground , as if it 
 “were Caines taw-bone, that did the firft murther; It 
 might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Affe ore-OF 
 fices : onc that could hi Mn God, might it not ? 
 Hor, It might,my Lord. | 
 Ham. Or of aCourtier,which could fay, Good Mor- 
 row fweet Lord: how doft thou, goed Lord? this 
 thight be my Lord {uch a one,that prais'd my Lord fach 
 aones hore, when he meant to begge it ; might it not ? 
 
 Hor. I,my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Why ce'n fo: and now my Lady Wormies, 
 Chapleffe,and knockt about the Mazzard with a Sextons 
 Spade ; heere’s fine Revolution , if we had the tricke to 
 fee’t. Did thefe bones coft no more the breeding , bne 
 to play at Loggets with ‘em? mine aketo thinke on’. 
 
 Clowne fingse 
 e4 Picke-axe and a Spade,a Spade, 
 for and a forowding-fheet : 
 O 4 Pit of Clay for to be made, 
 forfuch a Gueft vs meet. 
 
 Ham. There’s another; why might nor that be the 
 Scull of 'a Lawyer? where be his Quiddits now? his 
 Quillets? his Cafes ? his Tenures,and his Trickes # why 
 doe’she fuffer this rude knave now to knocke him about 
 theSconce with a dirty Shovell,and will not tell him of 
 his Action of Battery ? hum. This fellow might be in’s 
 time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Reécog- 
 nizances,his Fines,his double Vouchers, his Recoveries: : 
 Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recovery of his Re- 
 coveries,to have his fine Pate fullof fine Dirt? will his 
 Vouchers vouch hiny no mere of his Purchales , and dou. 
 ble ones too,then the length and breadth of a paire of In- 
 dentures? the very Conyeyances of his Lands will hard. 
 ly lye in this Boxe ; and muft the Inheritor himfelfe haye 
 no more ? ha? 
 
 Hor, Not ajot more my Lord. 
 
 Ham, 1s not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes 2 
 
 Hor, I my Lord,and of Calve-skinnes too. 
 
 Ham. They are Sheepe and Calves that feeke out affiz- 
 rance in that.I will fpeake to this fellow: whofe Grave’s 
 this Sir? 
 
 Clo. Mine Sir: 
 
 O apit of Clay for tobe made, 
 for fch a Gucfh 1s meet. 
 
 Ham, \ thinke it be thine indeed : for thou licft in’t. 
 
 C/o, Youlie out on’t Sir,and therefoie it is not yours: 
 for my part I doe not lie in’t,and yet it is mine. 
 
 Ham, Thou doft lye in’t, to be in’t, and fay tis thine ; 
 tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou 
 lyeft. ; 
 
 Clo, Tisa quicke lye Sir, twill away againe from mee 
 to you. : 
 
 Ham. What man doft thou digge it for ? 
 
 C/o. For no man Sir. 
 
 Ham. W hat woman then ? 
 
 C/o. For none neither. 
 
 Ham, Whoisto be buried in’t? 
 
 Clo. One that was a woman Sir; but refther foule 
 fhee’s dead. 
 
 Ham, Howab{olutethe Knave is? wee mult {peake 
 by the Carde, or equivocation will follow us: by. the 
 Lord Horario,thele three yeares I have taken note of it, 
 the Ageis growne fo picked, and the toe of the Pefant 
 comes fo neare the heele of our Courtier , hee gails his 
 Kibe. How long haft thou been a Grave-maker? 
 
 Clo. Of all the dayes i’th’yeare, [came too’t that day 
 thar our laft King Hamlet orecame Fortinbras, 
 
 Ham, How long is that fince ? 
 
 C/o. Cannot you tell that ? every foole can tell that : 
 It wasthe very day that young Hamlet was borne, hee 
 that was mad and fent into England. 
 
 Ham. I marry,why was he fent into England ? 
 
 Clo, Why,becaufe he was mad ; he thall recover his 
 wits there ; or if he do not, its nogreat matter there. 
 
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 Ham. W hy? 
 Clewn. Twill not 
 
 as mad as her 
 Ham, How came he mad? 
 
 (lo. Very ftrangely they fay. 
 
 Ham. How ltrangely ¢ 
 
 Clo. Fathe’ere with loofing his wits. 
 
 Ham. V pon what ground ? 
 
 Clo. Why here in Denmarke : I have been Sexeftone 
 here,Man and Boy thirty yecres. 
 
 Ham. How long willa man lie ’ith’carth ere he rot ? 
 
 (lo. {faith, if he be not rotten before he dye(as. we have 
 many pocky Coarfes now adayes , that willicarce hold 
 the laying in)be will laft you fome eight yeere, or nine 
 yeare. A Tanner willlaft you nine yeares« 
 
 Ham. Why he,more thananother? 
 
 (lo. Why far,his hide is fo tan'd with his Trade , that 
 he will keepe out watera great while. And your water 
 ig a fore Decayer of your whorfon dead body, heres a 
 Scull now: this Scull has laine in the earth three and 
 twenty yeeres. 
 
 Ham. Whole wasit? 
 
 Clo, A whoxefon mad Fellowes it was ; 
 
 Whofe doe you thinke it was @ 
 
 Ham. Nay ,I know not. 
 Clo. Apeftilence onhim for amad Rogue, a powr'd 
 
 Ham. This? 
 
 Clo, E’ene that. 
 
 Ham. Let me fee. Alas poore Yoricke, 1 knew him 
 Horatio,a fellow of infinit left;of mott excellent fancy, he 
 hath borne me on his backea thoufand times ; And how 
 abhorred my imagination is, my gorge rifesat it. Here 
 hung thefe lippes , that } have kitt L-know not how oft, 
 Where be your libes now? Your Gambals ? Your 
 Songs? Your flathes of Merriment that were wont to 
 fet the Table on a Rore? Noone now to mocke your own 
 Teering ? Quite chopfalne ? Now get you to my Ladies 
 Chamber,and tell her,let her paint an inch thicke,to this 
 favour fhe muftcome. Make her laugh.at that: pry- 
 thee Horatio tell me one thing , 
 
 Her. What’sthat my Lord? 
 
 Ham. Dok thouthinke e4/exander lookt o'this fa- 
 fhion?’th’earth ? 
 
 . Hor, Bene fo. 
 
 Ham. And {melt fo ? Pub. 
 
 Hor, E’ene fo my Lord. 
 
 Ham. To what bale nfes we may returne Horatso, 
 Why may not imagination trace the Noble duft of d/ex- 
 ander ill he find it {topping a banghole. 
 
 Hor, Twere toconfider: too curioufly to cenfider fo. 
 
 Ham. No faith,notajot. Butto follow him thither 
 with modefty enough, and likelihood te lead it; as thus. 
 Alexander dyed: Alexander was buried : Alexander ree 
 turneth into duit; the duft is earth; ofearth we make 
 Lome,and why of that Lome ( whereto he was conver. 
 ted )might they not ftop a Beere-barrell ? 
 
 Imperiall C4/ar,dead and turn’dtoclay, 
 Might ftop a hole to sre the wind away. 
 Oh, that thatearth,which kept the world in awe, 
 Should patch a Wall,expell the Winters flaw. 
 But foft,butfoft,afide ; heere comes the King. 
 Enter King, Queene, Lacrtes ana 4 (Coffin, 
 with Lords attendant. 
 
 The Queene,the Courtiers. Who is’t that they follow, 
 
 Sir, this fame Scull fir,was Yrs ks Scull the Kings letter. 
 
 a Flagon of Renifh on my head once. This fame Scull | 
 
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 T he Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 nn cnn nee ecramermenssetnnenssetenennamnetanseesensesemmnenennn anna a aD Toei 
 
 befeene in him, there the men are | 
 
 | Woo’t weepe ? woo't fight ? woo’tteare thy felfe? 
 
 And with {uch maimed rights ? This doth betoken, 
 The Coarfe they follow,did with defperate hand, 
 Foredoe it owne life; twas fome Eftate. 
 
 Couch wea while,and marke. . 
 
 Laer. What Ceremony elfe ? 
 
 Ham. Thatis Laertes,avery Noble youth : Marke 
 
 Laer, What Ceremony elfe? 
 
 Prieft. Her Obfequies have beeneas farre enlarg d, 
 As we have warrantie,her death was doubtful, 
 And but that great command, o’refway es the order; 
 She fhould in greund unfanctied bave lodgd, .- 
 Tiilchelaft Trumpet. For charitable prayer, 
 Shardes,Flints,and Peebles,fheuld be throwneonhert 
 Yet here theisaliowed her Virgin Rites, 
 Her Maiden ftrewments,and the bringing home 
 Of Beli and Buriall. 
 
 Laer. Mutt thereno more be done ? 
 
 Pricf. Nomorebe done: 
 We fhould prophanethe fervice ofthe dead, 
 To fing tage Requsem,and {uch reft to her 
 As to peace~parted Soules. 
 
 Laer, Lay heri'th’earth, 
 And from her faire and unpolluted fleth, 
 May. Violets {pring. ktell thee, (churlifa Prieft) 
 A Miniltring Angell fhall my Sitter be, 
 When thou licft howling ? 
 
 Ham. What,the faire Ophelsa £ 
 
 Queen. Sweets,tothe {weer farewell, 
 
 Thop’d thou fhould’ft have been my Harslets wifes 
 I thought thy Bride-bed to have deckt({weet Maid) 
 Andnott'have ftrew’d thy Graves 
 
 Laer. Ohiterrible wooer, 
 Fall ten times trebble on that curfed head 
 Whofe wicked deedjthy moft ingenious fenfe 
 Depriv’d thee of. Hold off theeastha while, 
 Till I have caught her once more in mine armess 
 
 Leaps inthe graves 
 Now pile your duft upon the quicke and dead, 
 Till ofthis flat a mountaine you have made, 
 Too’retop old Pelion,or the skyifh head 
 Of blew Olympus. 
 Ham. WV haris he,whofe grictes 
 
 Beares {uch an Emphafis ? whofe phrafe of forrow 
 Conjures the wandring Starres,and makes them ftand 
 Like wonder-wounded hearers ¢ This is I, 
 Hamlet the Dane. * are 
 
 Laer. The Divell takethy foule, 
 
 Ham. Thou prai ft net well, 
 I prythee take thy fingers from my throat ; 
 Sir though 1 am not {pleenative and rafh, 
 Yet have I fomething in me dangerous, 
 Which let thy wifenefle feare.. Away thy hand 
 
 King. Plucke them afunder. 
 
 Queen. Hamlet,Hamlet, 
 
 Gen. Good my Lord be quiet, Era 
 
 Ham. Why Iwill fight with bim upon this Theame. 
 Vntill my eye-lids wilino longer wag. 
 
 Queen.Oh my Sonne,what Theame ? 
 
 Ham. \ov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers 
 Could not(with all their qaantity of love) 
 Makeup my fumme. What wilt thou doe for heré 
 
 Kine. Ohhe ismad Laertes, 
 
 — Qu. For love of God forbeare him. 
 
 Ham. Come thew me what thou'it doe. 
 
 Woo't drinke up E//e,cate a Crocodile ? fle 
 
 nities eee aE 
 
 — en get ee 
 
 Bs uae So 
 
The Tragedy of Hamlet, 
 
 CN te tent 
 
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 Ile doo’t. Doft thou come here to whine; 
 To outface me with leaping in her Graue? 
 Be buried quicke with her, and fo will I. 
 And if thou prate of Mountaines ; let them throw 
 Millions of Akers on vs ; till our ground 
 Sindging his pate againft the burning Zone, 
 Make Offa like a Wart. Nay,andthou’lt mouthe, 
 Tic rant as wellas thou. 
 King. Thisis meere madnefle : 
 And thus a while the fit will worke on him : 
 Anon as patient as the female Dove, 
 When that ler golden Cupletare difclos’d ; 
 His filence will fit drooping. 
 Ham. Heare you fir: 
 What is the reafon that you ufé se thus ? 
 I Jov’d you ever ; but it is no matter : 
 Let Hercules himtelfe doe what he may, 
 
 The Cat will mew,and Dog will have his day: Exits 
 King. l pray you good Horatio wait upon him, 
 
 Strengthen you patience in our laft nights fpeech, 
 
 Weel put the matter tothe prefent pufhs 
 
 Good Gertrude fer {ome watch over yeur fonne, 
 
 This Grave fhali have a living Monument: 
 
 An hoare of quiet fhortly fhall we fee ; 
 
 Till then in patience our proceeding be. Exennt, 
 
 Enter Hamlet and Horatio: 
 
 Ham. So much for this fir;now let me fee the other, 
 
 You doe remember all the circumftance. 
 Hor, Remember it my Lord. ; 
 
 Ham. Sir,in my heartthere wasa kind of fighting, 
 That would not let me fleepe; me thought L lay 
 Worfe than the mutines in the Bilboes,rafhly, 
 
 (And praife be rafhnefle for 1t)letus know, 
 
 Our indifcretion fometimes ferves us well, 
 
 When our deare plots do paule,and that fhould teach us, 
 There’s a Divinity that fhapes our ends, 
 
 Rough-hew them how we will: 
 
 Hor. That is moft certaine. 
 
 Ham. Vp from my Cabin 
 My Sea-gowne {carft about me in the darke, 
 
 Grop’d Ito find out them; had my defire, 
 Finger’d their Packet,and in fine,withdrew 
 To mine owne roome againe,making fo bold, 
 (My teares forgetting manners )to unfeale 
 Their grand Commiflion,where | found Horatio, 
 Oh royall knavery : An exact command, 
 Larded with many feveralt forts of realon: 
 Importing Denmarks heaith,and Englands too, 
 With hoo,{uch Bugges and Goblins in my lite, 
 That on the fupervize no leafiwre bated, 
 Nonot to ftay the gringding of the Axe, 
 My head fhouid be ftrucke offs 
 Hor. If poffible ? Z 
 Ham. Here’s the Commiffion,reade it at more lerfure: 
 
 "But wiltthou heare how I did proceed ? 
 
 Hor. I befeech you: OysEr 
 Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines; 
 Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines, 
 They hadbegun the Play. I fate-me downe, 
 Devis'd a new Commiffion,wrote it faire, 
 Lonce did hold it as our Statilts doe, 
 A bafeneffe to write faire ;and laboured much 
 How to forget that learning + but fir now; 
 It did me yeomians fervice + wilt thou know 
 Theeffects of what I wrote ? 
 
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 Hor. I,good my Lord, 
 Ham. Ancarnelt Conjuration from the King; 
 As England was his faithful] Tributary; 
 As love betweene them,as the Palme fhould floutith, 
 As Peace fliould {till her wheaten Garland weare, 
 And ftand a Comma tweene their amities, 
 Aad many tuch like Affis of great charge, 
 That on the view and know of thefe Contents, 
 Without debatement farther,more or leffe, 
 He fhouid the bearers put to fodaine death, 
 Not fhriving time allowed. 
 Hor. How was this {eal’d ? 
 Ham. Why, evenin that was heaven ordinate’ 
 Thad my fathers Signet in my Purfe, 
 Which was the Medel! of that Danifh’ Seale’: 
 Folded the Writ up in forme of the other, 
 Subfcrib’d it,gau’th’Impreffion,plac'd it iafely, 
 The changling never knowne: Now,the next day 
 Was our Sea-fightyand what to this was fement, 
 Thou know tt already. 
 Hor. So Guilden(tare and Rofincros,eoetoo't 
 Ham\N hy man,they did make lovetothis imployment | 
 They are noc neere my confcience ; their debate 
 Doth by their owne infinuation grow: 
 Tis dangerous when bafer nature comes 
 Betweene the pafle,and fell incenfed points 
 Of mighty oppofites. 
 Hor. Why,whata King is this? 
 
 Ham. Woes it not,think it thee, and me now vpon; | 
 He that hath kill’d my King,and whor’d my Mother, 
 Popt in betweene th election and my hopes, 
 Throwne out his Angle for my proper life, 
 
 And with fuchcozenage ; ist not perfeé confcience, 
 To quit him with his arme ? And is’t nottobe damn’d 
 
 To let this Canker of our nature come . 
 
 In further evill: 
 Hor, it muft be thortly knowne to him from Exgland 
 What isthe iflue of the bufineffe there, 
 Ham. It willbe fhort, 
 The tterize’s mine,and a mans life’s no more 
 Than to fay one: but Tam very forry good Horatio, 
 That to Laertes I forgot my felfe; 
 For by the image of my caute I fee 
 The portraiture of his; fle count his favours’: 
 But fore the bravery of his gricfe did put me 
 Into a Towring paflion. : 
 2Her. Péace,who comes here ? 
 Enter Ofricke. (marke, 
 ofr. Your Lordthip is right welcome backe to Den- 
 
 Ham. humbly thaake you fir,doft know this waterfly? 
 
 Hor. Nomy good Lord. 
 
 Ham. Thy ftateisthe more gracious ; for tis a Viceto 
 know him: hee hath much Land, and fertile ; lera Beaft 
 be Lord of Beafts, and his Crib {hall ftand- at the Kings 
 Meffe 3 tisa Chough ; butas I fay,fpaciouis inthe poffel- 
 ffion of dirt. 
 
 Ofr. Swet Lord, if your friendthip were at [éafire, I 
 fhould impart a thing ro you frombis Majetty. 
 
 Ham, 1 will receive it withall diligence of {piri put 
 our Bonner to his right ufe,tis for tie head. 
 Or, Ithanke your Lordthip tis very hor. 
 Ham. No,beleeve mee,tis very cold, the wind is Nor- 
 therly. 
 O/r. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed, 
 Ham. Mee thinkes it is very foultry, and hot for my 
 Complexion. 
 Ofrick, 
 
Orf: Exceedingly,my Lord,itis very foultry,as ‘twere | 
 I cannot tell how : but my Lord,his Majefly bad me fig- 
 nifie to you,that he has laid a great wager on your head : 
 Sir,this isthe matter. 
 
 Ham. I befeech you remember. 5 
 
 Ofr. Nay, in good faith, for mine eafe in good faith : 
 Sir,you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes isat 
 his weapon. 
 
 Ham. What's his weapon ? 
 
 Orf. Rapier and Dagger. 
 
 Ham, That’s two of his weapons ; but well. 
 
 Orf. The King fir has wag’d with him fixe Barbary 
 horfes, again(t the which he impon’d, asItakeit, fixe 
 French Rapiers and Poniards,with their affignes,as Gir- 
 dle,Hangers,or fo; three of the carriages infaith are very 
 deare to fancy very re{ponfive tothe hilts, moft delicate 
 carriazes,and of very liberal conceit. 
 
 Ham, What cal! you the Carriages? 
 
 Or/. The Carriages Sir,are the Hangers. 
 
 Ham. The phrafe would be more Germane te the 
 matter: Ifwecould carry Cannon by our fides 51 would 
 it might be Hangerstiil then ; but on,fixe Barbary Hor- 
 fes,again{k fixe French Swords : their Affignes and three 
 liberall conceited carriages, that’s the French, but againft 
 the Danifh ; why isthis impon’d as yon call it 
 
 Or/, The King Sir,hath laid that in a dozen pafles be- 
 tweene youand him,he fhall not exceed you three hits 5 
 He hath one twelve for mine, and that would come to 
 immediate triall ; if your Lordfhip would vouchfafe the 
 Anfivers 
 
 Ham. How if Lanfwer no ? : 
 
 Or(. Umeane my Lordthe oppofition of your perfon 
 in triall. 
 
 Ham. Sir, willwalke here in the Hall; if it pleafe 
 his Majettie, ‘tisthe breathing time of day with me; let 
 the Foylesbe brought, the Gentleman willing, and the 
 King hold his purpofe; I will winne for him if I can: if 
 not, lle gaine nothing but my fhame,and the odde hits. 
 
 Orf, Shall Iredeliver youce'n fo? 
 
 Ham. To this effect Sir, after what flourifh your na- 
 ture will. 
 
 Ofr. I commend my duty toyour Lordfhip. Ex, 
 
 Ham. Yours,yours ; he does well to commend it 
 him felfe there, are no tongues elfe for’s tongue; 
 
 Hor, This Lapwing runs away with the hell on his 
 head, 
 
 Ham. He did Comply with his Dug before he fuek’t 
 it: thus had he and nine more of the fame Beavy thar 
 I know the droffie Age dotes on » onely got the tune of 
 the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of 
 yefty colleion,which carries them through & through 
 the moft fond and winnowed opinions;and doe but blow 
 them tothcir tryalls, the Bubbles are ont. 
 
 Hor. Youwiil lofe this wager, my Lord. 
 
 Ham. 1 doe not thinke fo, fince he went into France, 
 Lhave beene in continual practices I fhall winne at the 
 oddes; but thou wouldeft not thinke how all heere a- 
 bout my heart : but it is no matter. 
 
 Hor, Nay, good my Lord. 
 
 Ham. Ic isbut foolery; butitisfucha kind of gain- 
 givingas would perhaps trouble a woman, 
 
 Hor.3£ your mind diflike any thing, obey. I will fore. 
 {tall their repaire hither, and {ay you are not fit. 
 
 Ham, Notawhit, we defie Angury stheres a {peciall 
 Providence in the fall ofa {parrow. If it be now; tis nor 
 tocome: if it be not to come, it will be now: ifit 
 
 T he Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
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 be not now; yet it will come;the readineffe isall,fince no 
 man ha’s ought of what he leaves. W hat is't to leave be- 
 times ? 
 
 Enter King, Queene,Lacrtes and Lards, with other eAta 
 rendants with Feyles, and Gauntlets aT able and 
 Flagons of Wine on st. 
 
 Kin.Come Hamlet,come,and take this hand from me. 
 Ham. Give me your pardon fir, ’ve done you wrong, 
 But pardon’t as youarea Gentleman. 
 This prefence knowesy 
 And you muft needs have heard how Iam punith’d 
 With fore diftraction? What I have done 
 That might y our natures honor.and exception 
 Roughly awake, here proclaime was madneffe s 
 Wa't Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet; 
 If Hamlet from himfelfe be tane away * 
 And when he’s not himfelfe,do’s wrong Laertes, 
 Then Hamlet doe’s it not, Hamler denies it: 
 Who does it then ?. His madneffe 2 If’t be fo, 
 Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong d, 
 His Madneffe is poore Hamlets enemy: 
 Sir,in this Audience, 
 Let my difclaiming from a purpos’d evill, 
 Free me fo farre in your moft generous thoughts, 
 That I have fhot mine Arrow o’re the honfe, 
 And hurt my Mother. 
 Laer. 1am fatisfiedin Nature, 
 Whofe motive in this cafe fhould ftirre me moft 
 To my Revenge. But in my termes of henor 
 I ftand aloofe,and will no reconcilement, 
 Till by fomeelder Matters of knowne honour, 
 I have a voyce, and prefident of peace 
 To keepe my name ungorg'd.Buttill that times 
 I doe receive your offer’d love like love, 
 And will not wrong ite 
 
 Ham. I doe embrace it freely, 
 And will this brothers wager frankely play- 
 Give us the Foyles : Come on. 
 
 Laer. Come one for me- 
 
 Ham. Ne be your Foyle Laertes, in mine ignorance, 
 Your skill thali like aStarrei’th’brighteft night, 
 Sticke fiery off indeed 
 
 Laer. You mockeme fir. 
 
 Ham. No,by this hand. 
 
 Kin, Givethe Foyles young O/ricke, 
 Coufen Hamlet,you know the wager: 
 
 Ham, Very well my Lord, 
 
 Your Grace hath laid the oddes a’th’ weaker fide. 
 
 King, idoe not feare it, 
 
 I have feene you both : 
 But fince he is better’d, we have therefore oddes. 
 
 Laer, Thisis too heavy, 
 
 Let me fee another. 
 
 Ham. Thislikesme well, 
 Thefe Foyles have have alla length, 
 
 Ofr. Imy good Lerd. 
 
 King. Set me the Stopes of Wine upon that Table: 
 If Hamlet give the firft,or {econd hit, 
 
 Or quit in anfwer of the third exchange, 
 
 Let all the Batrlements their Ordnance fire, 
 The King fhall drinke to Hamlets better breath, 
 And in the Cup an union fhall he throw 
 
 Richer than that,which toure fucceflive Kings 
 In Denmarkes Crowne have worne-} 
 
 Prepare to Play. 
 
 Give 
 
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 Lhe Tragedy of Hamlet, 
 Seen een eee een ey ad, ee 
 
 Giveme the Cups, : 
 And let the Kettle to the Trumpets {peake, 
 The Trumpetto the Canoneer without, 
 
 / The Cannons to the Heavens,the Heaven to Earth, 
 
 Now the King drinkes to Hamlet... Come,begin, 
 And you the Indges beare a wary eye, 
 Ham. Come on fir: 
 Laer. Come on fir: 
 Ham, One. 
 Laer. No. 
 Ham. ladgement: 
 Ofr. Ahit,a very palpable hit. 
 Laer, Well ; againe. 
 King, Stay,give me drinke, 
 Hamlet this Pearle is thine, 
 Here’s to thy health. Give him theCup, 
 Trumpet found, [bot goes off. 
 Ham, lle play this bout firft,feeby awhile. 
 Come: Another hit; what fay yon? 
 Eaer, Atouch,d tonch;] doe confeffe. 
 King. Our fonneshall win. 
 Qu. Fle’s fat, and {cant of breath. 
 Here’s. a Napkin,rub thy browes, 
 The Queene Carowfes to thy fortune, Hamler. 
 Ham. Good Madam. 
 King. Gertrude,doe not deinke. 
 Qu: Twillmy Lord; 
 Ipray youpardonme. 
 King. It isthe poyfon'’d Cup.it is too late. 
 Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam, 
 By and by. 
 9x. Come,let me wipe thy face. 
 Laer. My Lord lle hit him now. 
 King, I doe not think’t. sist i 
 Laer. And yet ‘tisalmott ‘gainft my confcience. 
 Ham. Come,for the third. 
 Laertes you but dally, : 
 I pray yeu pafle with your belt violence; 
 Tam affeard you makea wanton of me- 
 Laer, Say youfo ? Come on- Phay. 
 Of. Nothing neither way. 
 Laer. Have at you now. 
 In feuffling they change Rapser$, 
 King. Partthem, they are incens’d. 
 Ham. Nay,come againe. 
 O/r. Looke tothe Queene there hoa. ; : 
 Hor, ‘They bleed. on both fides. How is'tmy Lord? 
 Ofr. How ist Laertes ? 
 Laer. Whyasa Woodcetke 
 
 They plays 
 
 | To my Sprindge,O/rs ke, 
 
 Iam jaftly kill’d with mine owne treachery. 
 Ham, How does thé Queene? 
 King. She founds to fee them bleéd. 
 2. Noo the drinke,the drinke, 
 Oh my deare Hammler,the drinke,the drinke, 
 la fonds er Rairret es 
 Ri — Villany ! How ? Let the doore belock’d; 
 
 - Treachery ,feeke it out. 
 
 Laer, [tis = Hamlet. 
 
 Hamles,thou art flaine, 
 
 No medicine in the world can doe thee good. 
 Inthee there is not halfean houre of life § 
 The treacherous Infirument isinthy hand, 
 Vibated and envenom’d :the foale practife 
 Hath turn’d it felfeon me, Loe.here Ilye, 
 Never torife againe: Thy Mothers poyfon d: 
 
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 Ican no more, the King,the King’sto blames 
 Ham, The point envenom’dtoo, 
 Then venome to thy workes:: 
 ; Harts the King) 
 All. Treafon, Treafoni effets . 
 King. Oyet defendime Friends, 1am but hurt.’ 
 Ham. Heere thowinceftneusy murdrous ; 
 Damned Dane. <2 bavi 
 Drinke off this Potionis: Isthy 'Wnion- here? 
 Follow my! Mother: King Dyess 
 Laer. He isjuftly ferw'd: FTIR : 
 Itis a poyfon temp red by himfelfe : : 
 Exchange forgiveneffe with me, Noble Hamler}i> 
 Mine and my Fathers death comemnotupon thee 
 Nor thine on me. Dyess 
 Ham, Heaven make thee free of it; follow thee. 
 Tam dead Heratio, wretched Queene adiew; 
 You that looke pale and tremble at this chance; 
 That are but Mutes.or-andience at this a@'s 
 Had 1 but time( asithis fell Sergeant death 
 Is ftrick’t inthis Arreft :) oh I couldtell-you, 
 But let it be : Horatio, I am dead, 
 Thou liv’ft, report me and my caufes right 
 To.the unfatisfied. 
 Hor. Never beleeve it. 
 Iam more an Antike Romanthena Dane:. ' 
 Heere’s yet fome Liquor left. 
 Ham. As tharta man, give me the Cup, 
 Let go, by heaven Ile have’t. 
 Oh good Horazrso;what a wounded name, 
 (Things ftanding thus unknowne) fhall ‘live behind me. 
 If thou did’it ever.hold me inthy heart, - 
 Abfent thee from felicitie a while, 
 And inthis barfh world draw thy breath in paine, 
 To rell my. Storic. 
 March afarre off.and front within. 
 What warlike noyfeis this ? 
 
 , Enter Ofricke. (land, 
 -OfF. Yong Fortinbras with conqueft come frem Po- 
 
 Toth’ Ambafladors of England gives this warlike volly, 
 Ham. OI dye Horatio ; 
 
 The potent poyfon quie ore-crowes my {pirit, 
 
 I éannor live to heare the Newes from Englands 
 
 But I doe prophefie th’election lights 
 
 On Fortinbras heha’s my dying voyce, 
 
 So tell him withthe occurrents more and leffe, 
 
 Which have folicited. The rett is filence, O,0,0,0, Dies. 
 Hero. Now cracks aNoble heart : 
 
 Goodnight {weet Prience, Sa6 
 
 And flightsof Angels fing thee to thy reft, 
 
 Why do'sthe Drumme come hither? 
 
 Enter Fortinbras andé nglifh Ambaflador with Drumme, 
 Colours and aAttendents. 
 Forts Where isthis fight ? 
 Hor, Whatis it ye weuld fee ; 
 Ifought of woe or wonder,ceafe your fearch. 
 For. Hisquarry cries on Havocke.Oh prond death, 
 What Feaft is toward in thine eternall Cell. 
 That thou fo many Princes at a fhoot, 
 Sebloodily hatt ftrookt. 
 eAmb. The fightis difmall, | 
 
 And our affaires from & ngland come too late, 
 The eares are fenfelefle that fhould give us hearing, 
 Te tell him his command ment is fal fill’d, 
 
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 That Rofixcros and GuildenfPar are dead : 
 
 Where fhould we have ourthaakes 2 
 Hor. Not from his mouth, 
 
 Had it th’ability of lifé to thanke you : 
 
 He never gave command’ment fortheir death. * - 
 
 But fince fo jumpe nponthis bloody queftion, 
 
 You from the Polake warres,and you from England 
 
 Are herearrived. Give order that thefe bodies 
 High on a ftage-beplaced to the view, 
 And létime fpeake roth’yet unknowing world, 
 How thefe things came abont: So thall you heare 
 Of carnall,bloedy and unnaturall ads, 
 Of accidentali jadgements,cafuall flaughters 
 Of death’s put onby cunning, and forc’d-caufe, 
 Andinithis upfhot,purpofes miftooke, 
 Falne onthe Inventors heads. Allthis cant 
 Truly deliver. 
 
 For. Letusliake to heareit; 
 And call the Nobleft tothe Audience. 
 For me,with forrow, I embrace my Fortune; 
 Lhave {ome Rites of nmemory ih this Kingdome 
 
 The Tragedy of Hamlet. 
 
 Which are to claime,my vantage doth’ 
 Invite me. - basa 229 RF T 
 Hor. Of that I'fhall alwayes caule to fpeake’ 
 And frost his mouth Opts 
 Whofe voyce will draw on moré 227 
 But let this fame be prefently perform'd,” 
 Even whiles mens mindes are wilde, 
 Left more mifchance : 
 On plots,and errours happen. 
 For. Let foure Captaines 
 Beare Hamlet like aSouldier to the Stage, 
 For he was likely,had he beene puton - 
 To have prov’d moft royally : 
 And for his paflage, 310 nae yard 
 The Souldiers Muficke,and the rites of Warte! 
 Speake loudly for him. nO vthilsan Ya 
 Takeup the body ;Suchafightasthis  - 
 Becomes the Field, but here fhewes much amiffes 
 Goe,bid the Souldier’s fhoot. . Tid ORAL 2 Salons 
 Exennt Marching : after the whichja Peale of 
 Ordnance are foot. off. ; 
 
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 Enter Kent ,Glocefter, and Edmond. 
 Kent, 
 Thought the King had more affected the Duke 
 of Albany then Cornew all; 
 Glou. I did alwayes feeme tous: But now 
 inthe divifion ofthe Kingdome, it appeares not 
 which of the Dukes he values moft , for. qualities are fo 
 weigh’d, that curiofity inneither, can make choife of ci- 
 thers moity- 
 «Kent. Isnot this your fonne,my Lord ? 
 
 Glou. His breeding Sir;hath been atimy charge.I have 
 fo often blufh’d to acknowledge him, that now I am 
 braz’d too’t. 
 
 Kent. I cannot conceive you. 
 
 Glows Sir, this yong Fellowes mother could ; where- 
 upon fhe grew round womb’'d, and had indeed ( Sir) a 
 Sonne for her Cradle, ere flac hada hasband for her bed. 
 Doe you finell a fauit? Gas 
 
 Kent. Tcannot with the fault undone, the iffue of ic 
 being {o proper: 33 : 
 
 Glou. But I have 2 Sonne, Sir; by order of Law, fome 
 yeere elder than this ; who,yet is 00 dearer in my ac- 
 count,though this Knave came fomething fawcily to the 
 
 there was good {port at bis making, and the whorfen 
 muft be acknowledged. Doe you know this Nobleman, 
 Edmond 2 : : 
 
 Edm. No,my Lord. 
 
 Glaz. My Lord of Kent ; 
 Remember him hereafter.as my honourable Friend 
 
 Edm, My fervices to your Lordfhip. 
 
 Kent. I muft love yoa:and fue to know you better. 
 
 Edm. Sir,| fhall ftudy deferving. 
 
 Glows He hath been ont nine yeares,and away he fhall 
 againe. The King is comming. 
 Sennet Enter King Lear, (ornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Re- 
 
 an,Cordclia,and attendants. f 
 
 Lear. Attead the Lords of France & Burgundy,Glofter 
 
 Glow. 1 fhall my Lord. Exit. 
 
 Lear. Meanie time we fhal'exprefle our darker purpotts 
 Give me the Map there. Know, that we have divided 
 In three,our Kingdome : and ’tis our faft intent, 
 To fhakeall cares and bu(ineffe from our Age, 
 Conferring them on yonger ftrengths, while we 
 Vaburthen’d crawle coward death.Our {on of Cérawall, 
 And you our no Ieffe loving Senne of edibany, 
 
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 LEAR, 
 
 | We have this heure aconftant will to publith 
 | Our Daughters feverail Dowers,that tuture ftrife 
 | May be prevéted now. The Princes,France,& Bur gundy. 
 | Great Rivals in our yonger daughters love, 
 Long in our Court, have made their amorous fojourne, 
 And here are to be anfwer’d. Tell me my daughters 
 (Since now we will diveft us both of Rule, 
 | Intereft of Territory,Cares of State) 
 Which of you thal] we fay doth love us mofk, 
 That we,our largeft bounty may extend 
 Where nature doth. with merit challenge.Goneri#, 
 Our eldeft borne, {peake fir ft: 
 
 Gon, Sir, Lleve you more than word can weild the 
 Dearer than eye-fight,fpace,and liberty, (matter, 
 Beyond whatcan be valued, rich or rare, 
 
 No leffe thanlife,with grace, health, beauty, honor : 
 As much as childe ere lov’d,or Father found. 
 A love that makes breath poore,and {peech unable, 
 Beyondall manner of fo much I love you. 
 
 Cor. What thall Cordelia fpeake ? Love,and be filent. 
 
 Lear.Of all thefe bounds even from this Line,to this, 
 | With fhadowy Forrefts,and with Champions rich’d 
 With plenteous Rivers,and wide-skirted Meades 
 We makethee Lady. To thine and e/bantes iffues 
 Be this perpetuall. What fayes our fecond Daughter, 
 | Our dearelt Kegan,wife of ( ornwall ? 
 
 Regs Lam made of that felfe-mettle as my fifter, 
 Arid prize me at her worth. In my true heart, 
 I finde fhe names my very deed of love : 
 Oncly fie comes too fhore,that I profedfe 
 My felfeanenemy toall other joyes, _ 
 Whichthe moft precions.fquare of fente profeffes, 
 And finde I am alone felicitate 
 In your deere Highnefle love. 
 
 Cor. Then poore Cordelia, 
 And yet hot fo, fince I am dure my love's 
 More ponderous than my tongue. 
 
 Lear. Tothee,and thine hereditary ever, 
 Remaine this ample third of our faite Kingdome, 
 No leffe in fpace,validity,and pleafure 
 Than that conferr’d on Gonersil. Now out Toy, 
 Altheugh eur jaft and leatt ; to whofe yong iove, 
 The Vines of France,and Milke of Burgundy, 
 Strive to be intereft. What can.you fay,to draw 
 Athird, more opulent then your Sifters ? {peake. 
 
 Cor. Nothing my Lord, 
 Lear. Nothing ? 
 
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Cor. Nothing- 
 Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, fpeake againes 
 Corn. Vahappy that Lam, I cannot heave 
 My heart intomy mouth: I love your Majefty 
 According to my bond, no mere nor lefie. 
 Lear. How, how (ordelia? Mend your fpeech alittle, 
 Left you may marre your fortunes. 
 Cor. Good my Lord, _ 
 You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me. 
 I returne thofe duties backe as are right fit, 
 Obey you, Love you, and moft honour you- 
 Why have my Sifters husbands, if they fay 
 They love youall? happily when I thal wed, 
 That Lord, whofe hand muft take my plight, fhall carry 
 Halfe my love with him, halfe my Care, and Duty, 
 Sure I fhallnever marry like my Sifters. 
 Lear. But goes thy heart with this? 
 (or. I my good Lord. 
 Lear. So young, and fo untender ? 
 Cor. So yourg my Lord, and true. 
 Lear. Let it be{o, thy truth then be thy dowre : 
 For by rhe facred radience of theSunne, 
 The myfteries of Hecarand the night : 
 By all the operations of the Orbes, 
 From whom wedoe exift, and ceafe to be, 
 Heere I difclaimeall my Paternall care, 
 Propinquity andproperty of blood, 
 Andasa ftranger to my heart and me; 
 Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythsan, 
 Or he that makes his generation mefies 
 To gorge hisappetite, (hallto my bofome 
 Beas well neighbour’d, pitied, and releiv’d, 
 As thou my fometime Daughter. 
 Kent, Good my Liege. 
 Lear. Peace Kent. 
 Come not betweenethe Dragon and his wrath, 
 I lov’d her moft, and thoughtto fet my reft 
 On her kind nurfery. Hence and avoyd iy fight ; 
 Sobe my grave my peace, as here I give 
 Her fathers heart from her ; call France, who ftirres? 
 Call Burgundy, Cornwall,and eAlbany, 
 With my two Daughters, Dowres, digeft the third, 
 Let pride, which the calls plainneffe, marry her : 
 I\doe inveft you jontly with my power, 
 Preheminence, and all the large effects 
 That troope with Majefty. Our felfe by Monthly courfe, 
 Withrefervation of an hundred Knights, 
 By youto be fultain’d, fhall our abode 
 Make with you by due turne, Onely we fhall retaine 
 The name, and all th’addition to a King :the Sway, 
 Revennew, Execution of the reft, 
 Beloved Sonnes be yours, whichto confirme, 
 This Coronet part betweeneyou. - 
 Kent. Royall Lear, 
 Whom | have ever honor’d as my King, 
 Lov’dasmy Father, as my Mafter follow’d, 
 As my Patron thought onin my praiers. 
 Lear.The bow is bent and drawne,make from the fhaft. 
 Kent. Let it fall rather, though the forke invade 
 The region of my heart, be Kent unmannerly, 
 When Lear ismad, what wouldeft thou doe old man? 
 Thinkft thou thatduty fhall have dread tofpeake 
 When power to flattery bowes ? 
 To plainneffe honour’s bound, 
 When Majefty fallsto folly, referve thy ftate, 
 And in thy beft confideration checke 
 
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 | Thy banifht trunke be found in our Deainions; 
 
 SEE NOR ERS SSE OMAR a Dn WA SI DRES ee RL ORE TE TO 
 
 eT rn en eet 
 
 This hideous rafhneffe,anfwer my life, my judgement: 
 Thy yongeft Daughter do’snot love thee leaft, 
 Norare thefe emty hearted, whofe low found 
 Reverbe no hollownefle. 
 
 Lear. Kent,onthy life no more. 
 
 Kiang. My lifel never held but asa pawne 
 To wage againft thine enemies,nere feare to lofe it, 
 
 Thy fafery being motive. 
 | Lear: -Outof my fight. 
 
 Kent. See better Lear and let me ftill semaine 
 The true blanke of thine eye. 
 
 Lear. Now by Apollo. 
 
 Kent. Now by -4pollo King 
 Thou f{wear'’ft thy gods in vaine. 
 
 Lear. O Vaflall | Mifcreant. 
 
 e4lb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare. 
 
 Kent. Killthy Phyfitian,and thy fee beflow 
 Vpon the foule difeafe,revoke thy gift, 
 Or whilft I can ventclamour from my throat, 
 Ile tell thee thou doft evill. 5! 
 
 Lear. Heare me recreant,on thine allegeance heate me; 
 That thou haft {ought to make us breake our vowes, 
 Which we dur never yet ; and with ftrain’d pride, 
 To come betwixt our fentence.and our powers © *) 
 Which, nor our nature,nior our place can beare 5 ~ 
 Our potency made good, take thy reward. 
 
 Five dayes we dee allot thee for provifion, 
 
 To fhield thee from difaiters of the world, 
 
 And on the fixt to turne thy hated backe rte 
 V pon ourKingdothe; if the tenth day fellowing, 
 
 The moment isthy death,away. By Jupiter, 
 This fhall not be revok’d. 
 
 Kent. Fare thee well King,fith thustheu wiltappeares 
 Freedome lives hence.and banifhment is here ; 
 The godsto their deare thelter take thee Maid, 
 That juttly think’ft,and haft moft rightly {aids 
 And your large fpeeches,may your deeds appreve, 
 That good effects may {pring from words of loves 
 Thus Kent, O Princes,bids you all adieu, 
 
 Hee'l fhape bis old courfe ina Countrey news ath 
 
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 Enter Glofter with France,and Burgundy 
 Attendants. 
 
 Cor. Here’s France and Burgundy,my Noble Lord, 
 Lear. My Lord of Burgundy, j 
 We firftaddreffe toward you,who with this King 
 Hath rival’d for our Danghter; what in the leaft 
 Will you require in prefent Dower with her; 
 Orceafe your queft of Love? 
 Bur. Moft Royall Majeftie, 
 Icrave no morethan hath your Highneffe offer’d, 
 Nor will you tender lefle ? 
 Lear. Right Noble Burgandy, 
 When the was deare tous,we held her fo, 
 But now her price is fallen : Sir,there fhe ftands, 
 If ought within that little {eemiag fubftance, 
 Or all of it with our difpleafure piee’d, 
 And nothing more may fitly like your Grace, 
 Shee’s there,and fhe is yours. 
 Bur. 1 know no anf{wer- 
 Lear. Will you with thofe infirmities fhe owes 
 Vofriended,new adepted to our hate, 
 Dowr’d with our curfe,and ftranger'd with our oath, 
 Take her,or leave her. a 
 
 Bure: 
 
Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir, 
 Election makes not up in fuch conditions. 
 Lear. Then leave her fit, fot by the powre that made 
 I tell you all her wealth. For you great King, (me, 
 I would not from your love niake fucha ftray, 
 To match you where Lhate, therefore befeech you 
 Tiavert your liking a more worthier way, 
 Then ona wretch whom Nature is afham’d 
 Almoft t'acknowledge hers. 
 Fra. This.is moft ftrange, 
 That fhe who even but now, was your belt object, 
 The argument of your praife, balme of your age, 
 The beft, the deereft; fhould in this:trice of time 
 Commnit a thing fo montftrons, to;difmantle 
 So many folds of favour : fure her offence 
 Muft be of fuch unnaturail degree, 
 That monfters it; Or your fore-voucht affetion 
 Fall into taint; which to beleeve of her 
 Maft bea faith that reafon without miracle 
 Should never plant in me, 
 Cor. L yet befeech your Majetty, 
 If for I-want that gliband oylye Art; 
 Tofpeake and purpofe not, fince what I will intend, 
 Ile do't before I {peake, that you make knowne 
 Itis no vicious blot, murther, or foulenefle, 
 No unchatte action or difhonored ftep 
 That hath depriv’d me of your Graceand favour, 
 But even for want of that, for which I am richer, 
 A. till foliciting eye,and fuch a tongue, 
 That I am glad I have not, though not to have it, 
 Hath loft me in your liking. 
 Lear. Better thou hadit, 
 Not beene borne, then not t’ have pleas’d me better, 
 Fra. Isit but this? A tardineflein nature, 
 Which often leaves the hiftory un{poke 
 That it intends to doe; my Lord of Burgundy, 
 What fay you tothe Lady ? Love’s not love 
 When it is mingled with regards, that ftands 
 Aloofe from th’intire point, will yon have her ? 
 She is herfelfe a Dowry- 
 Bur. RoyallKing, 
 Give bur that portion which your felfe propos’, 
 And here | take Cordefaby the hand, 
 Dutchefle of Burgundy, 
 Lear. Nothing, } have {worne, Iam firme. 
 Bur. Lam forry then you have fo loft a Fathers 
 That you mutt loofe a husband. 
 Cor, Peace be with Barguny, 
 Since that re{pect and fortunesare his love, 
 I fhall not be his wite. 
 Fra, Faireft Cordeta, that art moft rich being poore, 
 Mott choife forfaken, and moft loy’ddefpis’d, 
 Thee and thy vertues here I feize upon, 
 Beit lawfull Itake up whats calt away, 
 Gods, gods! Tis ftrange, that from their cold’ft neglect 
 My love fhould kindle to enflam’d refpect. 
 Thy dowrelefle Daughter, King, throwne to my chatice, 
 Is Queene of us, of ours, and our faire France: 
 Not all the Dukes of watrifh Burgunay, 
 Gan bay this unpriz’d precious Maid of me. 
 Bid them farewell Cordeia, though unkind, 
 Thou loofett herea better where to find. 
 Lear. Thou haft her Fr ance, let her bethine, for we 
 Have no fuck Daughter, nor hall ever fee 
 That face of hers againe, therefore be gone, 
 Without our Grace, our Love, our Benizon: 
 
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 Come Noble Burgundy: Fliurifh. 
 Fra. Bid tarewell to your Sifters, 
 Cor, The lewels of our father, with wath'd eyes 
 
 ( ordelia leaves you,1 know you what you ate, 
 
 ) And likea Sifter am moft loth to call “see 
 Your faults as they are named. Love well ous father : 
 
 | Toyour profeffed bofomesI commithim, — "M+ .3 
 But yet alas, ftood I within his Grace, 
 
 I would perfer him toa better place; 
 
 So farewell toyouboth. 
 
 Reg. Prefcribe not usour duty. 
 
 Gon. Let your ftuddy 
 Beto coutent your Lord, who hath receiv’d you, 
 
 At fortunes almes, you have obedience fcanted, 
 
 And well are worth the want that you have wanted, 
 Cor. Time hall unfold what plighted cunning hides, 
 
 Who covers faults, at laft with fhame derides. 
 
 Well miay you profper. 
 
 Fra.*Come my faire Cordelia, — Exit France and Cor. 
 
 Gox. Sitter, itis not little I have to fay, 
 
 Of what'moft neerely appertaines to us both, 
 
 I thinke our father will hence to night. (withus. 
 Reg. Thatsmoft certaine, and with you: next moneth 
 Gen. You fee how full of changes his age is, the ob- 
 
 fervation we have made of it hath beene little:he alwayes 
 
 lov’d ont Siffer moft,and with what.poore judgement he 
 hath now caft her off, appeares too too groflely. 
 
 Reg. Tis the infirmity of his age, yethe hath ever but 
 flenderly knowne himfelfe- 
 
 Gon The beft and foundeft of histime hath béene bue 
 rafh, then mu{t we looke from his age, to receive nota- 
 lone the imperfections of long ingraffed condittery but 
 therewithall the unruly way-wardnefle, that, infirmeand 
 cholericke yeeres bring with them. 
 
 Reg. Such taconftant ftartsare welike to have from 
 him, -as this of Kents banifhment. 
 
 Gon, There is further complement of leave-taking be- 
 tweetle France and him,pray you let us fit together, if our 
 father carry authority with fuch difpofition as he beares 
 this laft furrerder of his will but oftend us. 
 
 Reg: We fhall further thinke of ir, 
 
 Gon. We muft doe fomething, aud ?th’heate, Exenwr. 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
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 Enter Baffard. 
 Baft. Thou Nature artmy Gaddefle,to thy Law 
 
 My fervices are bound, wherefore fhould I 
 
 Stand in the plague of cuftome, and permit 
 
 The curiofity of Nations, to deprive me ? 
 
 For that Fam fome twelve, or fourteene Moonthines 
 
 Lag of a brother ? Why Baftard? Wherefore bafe ? 
 
 When my Dimenfions are as well compact, 
 
 My mindas generous, and my fhapeas true 
 
 As honeft Madamsiflue? Why brandtheyus 
 
 With Bafe ? With bafeneffe Baftardy? Bafe, Bafe 2 
 
 Who in thelufty ftealth of Nature, take 
 
 More compofition, and fierce quality, 
 
 Then doth within a dull ftaletyred bed 
 
 Goe to th’creating 4 whole tribe of Fops 
 
 Got ’tweenea fleepe, and wake ? Well then, 
 
 Legitimate Edger, I mutt have your land, 
 
 Our fathers love, istothe Baftard Edmund, 
 
 Astoth’legitimate: fine word : Legitimate, 
 
 ff Well 
 
 Sar ate se A OC ELE LILI 
 
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 Well, my Legittimate, if this Letter fpeed, 
 And my inveption thrive, Edmund the bale 
 
 Shall to'th’Legitimate: ! grow, 1 profper : 
 Now gods, ftand up for Baftards. 
 
 Enter Gloucester. 
 
 Gle. Kent banifh’d thus? and France in choller parted ? 
 And the King gone to night ? Preferib’d his power, 
 Confin’d to exhibition ? All this gone 
 Vpon the gad ? Edmund, how now? What newes ? 
 
 Baft. So pleafe your Lordfhip, none. 
 
 Glow. Whe io earneftly feeke you to put up that Let- 
 
 Bast. ¥ know ne newes, my Lord. (ter? 
 
 Glex. ‘Nhat Paper were you reading ? 
 
 Baft. Nothing my Lord. 
 
 __Gloa. No? what needed then thatterrible difpatch of 
 itinto your Pocket ? The quality of nothing, hath not 
 {uch neede to hide it felfe. Lets fee: come, if 1t-be no- 
 thing, I fhall not need Spectacles, 
 
 Baff. 1 beleech you Sir, pardon me ; it is a Letter from 
 my Brother,that I have not all ore-read ;and for{o much 
 as [have perus’d, J find it not fit for your ore-looking. 
 
 Glos. Give methe Letter, Sir, 
 
 Baft..1 fhall offend, either to detaine, or give it : 
 
 The Contents, asin part I underftand them, 
 Are too blame. 
 
 Glou. Lets {ce; lets fee. 
 
 Bast. Thope for my brothers juftification, he wrote 
 this but asan eflay, or tafte of my Vertue. ; 
 
 Glow reads. This policy, and reverence of «Age, makes the 
 world bitter to best of our times: keepes our Fortunes from ms, 
 till our oldnef[e cannot relifh them. I beginto find anidle and 
 fond bondage, in the oppreffion of aged tyranny, who[wayesnot 
 
 as it bath power, but as it ws (uffer'd, Comstome, thatof this 
 I may {paake more. If our F ather would fleepe till I wak'd him, 
 you foould enjoy bate his Revennew for ever and tive the belo~ 
 ved of your brothers Edgar, 
 Hum ?,Confpiracy? Sleepe till 1 wake him, you fhould 
 enjoy halfe his Revennew : my Sonne Edgar, had he a 
 hand to write chis? A heart and braine to breedeit in? 
 When came you to this? Who brought it? 
 
 Bast. lt was notbrought me, my Lord; theres the 
 
 my Cloffet. 
 
 Glow. You know the character to be your Brothers ? 
 
 Baft. 1f the matter were good my Lord,I durft fweare 
 it were his: bur inrefpeSt ot that, would faine thinke it 
 were not. 
 
 Glow. Ivis his. 
 
 Baft. Icis hishand, my Lord: | hope his heart is not 
 inthe Contents. 
 
 Glo. Has he never before founded you in this bafineffe? 
 
 Baff. Never my Lord. But I have heard him oft main- 
 taine it tobefit , that Sonnesat perfect age, and Fathers 
 declind, the Father fhould be as Ward to the Son, and 
 the Sonne manage his Revennew. 
 
 Glow. O Villaine, villaine: his very opinion in the Ler- 
 ter. Abhorred Villaine, unnaturall, detefted, brutith 
 Villaine ; worfe then brutith : Goe firrah, feeke him : Ile 
 apprehend hims Abhominable Villaine, where is he ? 
 
 Bast. I doe not wellknow my L.. ifit fhall pleafe you 
 tofufpend your indignation againtt my brother , till you 
 can derive from him better teftimony of his intent, you 
 fhould runa certaine courfe : where, if you violently pro- 
 ceed againft him, miftaking his purpofe, it would make a 
 great gap in your honor, and {hake in peeces, the heart of 
 
 The Tragedy of K ing Lear. 
 
 cunning of it. I found it throwne in at the Cafement of 
 
 his obedience. I dare pawne downe mylife for him, that 
 he hath writ this to feele my affection to your hofior, and 
 tonoother pretence of danger: 
 Glou, Thinke you fo? i Bi 
 
 Baft. \f yourhonor judge it meete, Twill place you 
 where you fhall heare us conferre of this, aad by an‘Auri- 
 cular aflurance have you rfatisfaction, and that without 
 any further delay, then this very Evening. ) sor d 
 
 Géou. He cannot be fuch a Montter. -€dmandfeeke him 
 out : winde me into him, I pray you : frathé the Bufinefle 
 after ycur owne wifedome. I would anftate «ny felfe, to 
 be in a due refolution. 
 
 Baft. Lwillfeeke him Sir, prefently sconvey the bufi- 
 neffeas I thall find'meanes, and acquaint you withall. 
 
 Glow. Thefe late Eliptes in’ the San and Moone por- 
 tend no good to us: though the wifedome of Nature can 
 reafon it thus,and thus, yet Nature finds it felfefeourg'd 
 by the fequent effects. Love cooles, friendthip’falls off, 
 brothers divide. In Cities, mutinies ; in Countries, dif 
 cord; tin Palaces, Treafon ; andthe Bond crack d,twixt 
 Sonne and Father. This villaineof mine comes under the 
 prediction : theres Son againft Father,the King falsfrom 
 by as of Nature,theres father again{t Child, We have 
 feere the beit of our time. Machinations, hollownefle, 
 treachery, and all ruinous diforders follow us ‘difquietly 
 to our Graves, Find out this Villaine’ Edwanna,it fhall lote 
 theenothing,doe it carefully: and the Noble and true har- 
 ted Kent banifh’d, his offence, honefly. Tis ftrange-Exxit, 
 
 Baft, Thisis the excellent foppery of the world, that } 
 when weare fick in fortunc,often the furfets of our owne 
 behaviour, we make guilty of ourdifafters, the Sin, the 
 Moone, and Starres, as if we were villaineson’ necellity, 
 Fooles by heavenly compulfion, Knaves, Theeves, and 
 Treachers by Sphericall predominance. Drankards, Ly- | 
 ars, and Adulterers by au infore’d obedience of Planetary | 
 influence ; and allchat we are evill in, bya divine thru 
 fting on. An admirable evafion of Whore-tmafter-man, 
 to lay his Goatith difpofition on the charge of a Starre, 
 My father compounded wich my mother under the Dra- 
 gonstaile, and my Nativity was under Vrfa- 4 ar, fo 
 that it fellowes, Tam rough ard Leacherous. 1 fhould 
 have bia that J am, had the maidenleft Sarre in the Fir- 
 mament twinkled on my baftardizing. 
 
 Enter Edgar. 
 
 Pat : he comes like the Cataftrophieofthe old Comedy: 
 my Cue isvillanous Melancholly, with a figh like Tom 
 o’Bedlam.-——O thefe Eclipfes do portend thefe divi 
 fions. «Fa, Sol, La, Me. 
 
 Edg, How now brother Edmund, what ferious con 
 templation are you in ? | 3 
 
 Ba. Lam thinking brother ofa predittion read this 
 other day, what fhould follow thefe Elipfes. 
 
 Edg. Doe you bufie your felfe withthat ? 
 
 Baft> I promife,theeffecs he writes of, facceede un } 
 happily. . 
 When faw you my Father laft? 
 
 €dg.. Thenight gone by. 
 
 Balt. Spake youwith him ? 
 
 Edg. 1, two houres together. : 
 
 Bast. Parted you in good tearmes? Foutd youno dif- 
 pleafure in him; by word, nor countenance ? 
 
 Epg. Noneat all 
 
 Baft Bethinke your felfe wherein youmay have offen- 
 ded him : and at my entreaty forbeare his prefence, untill 
 fome little time hath qualified the heat of his difpleafure, 
 which at this inftantfo rageth in him, that withthe ae 
 
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 chiefe of your perfon, it would fcarfely alayi 
 
 &4g. Some Villaine hath done me wrong. 
 
 Edm. Thatsmy feare, I pray you have»a) continent 
 forbearance till thed{peed of his rage goes flower. sand as 
 Efay, tetire with me to my lodging, trom whence t will 
 fitly bring-you to heare my Lord {peake :pray ye goe, 
 theres my key suf youdoe ftirre abroad, goe arm’d. 
 
 dg. Arm’d, Brother ? 
 
 Edw,:Brother,l advife you to the beft, I amno honeft 
 man; ifthere be any gocd meaning toward you 3:1 have 
 
 | told you what I have feene, and heard: Butfaintly. No- 
 
 thing like theimage, and horror of ity pray youaway- 
 €dgas Shall I heare from you anon? Exit. 
 Edm, 1 doc ferve you in this bufieffe : 
 
 A Credulous Father, anda Brother Noble; 
 
 Whofe nature is fo farre from doing harmes, 
 
 That he fufpects none : on whofe foolith honefty 
 
 My practifes ride eafie : I {ee the bufinefle. 
 
 Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit, 
 
 All with me’s meete, that I can fafhion fits Exit, 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Gonerii, and Steward. 
 
 Gon. Did any father trike my Gentleman for chiding 
 of his foole ? 
 
 Stew, 1 Madam. 
 
 Gon. By day and night, he wrongs mesevery howre 
 He flafhes into one grofle crime, or other; 
 That fets usall atods : Henotendure it ; 
 His Knights grow riotous, and himfelfe upbraides us 
 On every trifle. When he returnes from hunting: 
 I willnot {peake with him, fay Iam ficke, 
 Ifyou come flacke of former fervices 
 You thali doe well, the fault of it Ile anfwers 
 
 Stew. Hes comming Madam, I heare him. 
 
 on. Put on what weary negligence you pleafes 
 
 You and your Fellowes: de have it come to queftion ; 
 Ifhe diftafte ir, lethimtomy Sifter, , 
 Whofe mind and mine I know in that areone, 
 Remember what J have faid. 
 
 Stew. Well Madam. 
 
 Gon. And let his Knights have colder lookes among 
 you: what growes of itno matter, advife your fellowes 
 fo, Ile write ftraight co my Sifter to hold my courfe: pre- 
 
 pare for dinner. 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Kent. 
 
 Kent, If but aswell 1 other accents borrow, 
 That can my fpeech defufe, my good intent 
 May: carry through it felfe to that fulliffue 
 For which I :aiz'd mylikenefle. Now banifht Kent, 
 If thou canft ferve where thon doft ftand.condemn’d, 
 So may itcome, thy Matter whom thoulov’ft, 
 Shall find thee full of labours. 
 
 Hornes withja, Enter Lear and Astendants. 
 
 Lear. Letme not ftaya jot for dinner; goe get it rea- 
 dy : how now, what art thou ? 
 
 Kent, A man Sir. 
 
 Lear. What doftthow profeffe? What wouldft thou 
 
 with us? 
 ‘ Kent. 1 doe: profefle to be: no leffe then I feemie 5 to 
 ferve him truely that will put me ‘in‘truft, to love him 
 that is honett,to converfe with him‘that is ‘wife and fayes 
 little, to feare judgement, to fight-whenT catinot-choofe, 
 and to eate no fifth. 
 
 Lear. W hatare thou? 
 
 Kent, & very honeft hearted Fellow, andas poore as 
 the King. 
 
 _L+a.. If thoubeft as poore for a fubject, as he’s for a 
 King, thou art poore enough. What wonldftthou ? 
 
 Kent. Services 
 
 Lear, Whom wouldft thou ferve ? 
 
 Kent. You, 
 
 Lear. Do’ it thon know me fellow? 
 
 Kent. No Sir, but youbave that in your countenance, 
 which I would faine call Mafter. 
 
 Lear. Whats that? 
 
 Kent. Authority. 
 
 Lear. What fervices eanft thou doe ? 
 
 Kent. I cankeepe honeft ceunfailes, ride, runjmarrea 
 curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plaine meffage 
 bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qua= 
 lified in, and the beft of me, is Diligence. 
 
 Lear. How oldart thou ? 
 
 Keyr. Not fo young Sirtolove a woman for finging, 
 nor foveld to dote on her for any thing. I have yeares on 
 my backe forty eight. 
 
 Lear. Follow me, that fhalt ferve me, if I like thee no 
 worfe after dianer,I will not part from thee yet? Dinner 
 ho, dinner, wheres my knave? my foole? goe you and call 
 my foole hither. You you Sirrab, wheres my Daughter? 
 
 Enter Steward. 
 
 Stew. So pleafe you Exit. 
 
 Lear. What fayes the fellow there ? Call the Clot- 
 pole backe: wheres my Foole ? Ho, I thinke the worlds 
 afleepe, how now ? Wheres that Mungrell? 
 
 Knigh, He faies my Lord, your Daughters is not well. 
 
 Lear, Why came not the flavebacke to mee when I 
 call’d him ? 
 
 Knigh, Sir, he anfwered me in the rour.deft mannershe 
 would not. 
 
 Lear. He would not ? 
 
 Knigh. My Lord, I know not what the matter is, but 
 tomy judgement your highneffe is not entertein’d with 
 that Ceremonious affection as you were wont, theresa 
 great abatement of kindnefle appeares as well in the ge- 
 nerall dependants, as in the Duke himfelfe alfo, and your 
 Daughter. 
 
 Lear. Ha?Saiftthounfo? ©, 
 
 Knigh. 1 befeech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee 
 miftaken, for my duty cannot belilent, when I thinke 
 your highnefle wrong’d, 
 
 Lear, Thou butremembreft me of mine owne Concep- 
 ception, I havepereeiveda moft faint neglect of late, 
 which I have rather blamed as mine owne iealous crio- 
 fity, thenasa very pretence and purpofe of unkindneffe; 
 I will looke further into’t : bat wheres my Foole? I 
 have not {eene hinrthis two dayes. 
 
 Knight. Since my young Ladies going into Fraxce 
 
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 ” Sir, the fooie hath much pined away. 
 
 Lear.. No more of that,” I have notéd it well, goe you 
 and tell my Daughter, would {peake with her. Goe you 
 call hither my Foole ; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither 
 Sir, who am I Sir. | 
 
 Enter Steward. 
 
 Stew. My Ladies Father. 
 
 Lear. My Ladies Father ? my Lords knave,you whor- 
 fon dog, you flave, you eurre. 
 
 Stew. 1am none of thefe my Lord, 
 Tbefeech your pardon. 
 
 Lear, Doe youbandy lookes with me, 
 
 Siéw, Ile not be ftrucken my Lord. 
 
 Kent.. Nor tript neither,you bafe Foot-ball player. 
 
 Lear. Ithanke thee fellow. 
 
 Thou ferv’ftme, and Ile love thee. 
 
 Kent. Come fir, arife, away, Ile teach you differences: 
 away, away, if you will meafure your lubbers length a- 
 gaine, tarry, but away,goe to, have you wifedome, fo. 
 
 Lear. Now my friendly knaveI thanke thee, theres 
 earneft of thy fervice. 
 
 Enter Foole. 
 
 Foole. Let me hire him too, heres my Coxcombe. 
 
 Lear. How now my pretty knave, how doft thou ? 
 
 Foole. Sirrah, you were beft take my Coxcombe. 
 
 Lear. Why my Boy? 
 
 Foele:W hy ? for taking ones part thats out of favour 5 
 nay, and thoucanft not {mile as the wind fits, thou’le 
 catch cold fhortly, there take my Coxcombe ; why this 
 fellow has banifh’d two on’s daughters,and did the third 
 a bleffing againft his will; if thou follow him, thou muft 
 needes weare my Coxcomb. How now Nunckle? would 
 I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters. 
 
 Lear. Why my Boy? 
 
 Feel. 1} gave them all my living, Ild keepe my Cox- 
 combe my felfe, theres mine, beg another of thy Dangh- 
 ters. 
 
 Lear. Take heed Sirrah, the whip. 
 
 Foole, Truthsa dog muft to kennell, he mnft bee 
 whipt out, when the Lady Brach may ftand by’th fire and 
 ftinke. 
 
 Lear. Apeftilent gall to me. 
 
 Fool. Sirha, Meteach thee a fpeech- 
 
 Lear. Doce 
 
 Foole. Marke it Nuncle ; 
 
 Have more then thou fhoweft, 
 Speake leffe then thou knowelt, 
 Lend leffe then thou owett, 
 
 Ride more then thou goeft, 
 Learne more thenthou troweit, 
 Set leflethen thou throweft : 
 Leave thy drinke and thy whore. 
 And keepe ina dore, 
 
 And thou fhalt have more, 
 
 Then two tens to a fcore. 
 
 Kent. Thisis nothing foole. 
 
 Foole. Thentislike the breath of an unfeed Lawyer, 
 you gave menothing for't,can you make noufe of nothing 
 Nuncle? 
 
 Lear. Why no Boy, 
 
 Nothing can be made out of nothing, 
 
 Fool: Prethee tell him, fo much the rene of his land 
 comesto, he willnot beleevea Foole. 
 
 Lear. A bitter Foole. 
 
 Foole. Doft thou know the difference my Boy, be- 
 tweenea bitter Foole, and a {weet one, 
 
 you Rafcall ? 
 
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 The Tragedy of King Lear. 
 
 | both parts, thou boar’ft thine Affeon thy. backe.o’re the 
 | durt, chou had ft little witin thy bald crowne,when thou 
 | gav ft thy golden one away : if I {peake like my felfein 
 
 | outa figure, Lam better then thou art now, 
 
 | But other of your infolent retinue 
 | Doe hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forth 
 
 ; Ihad thought by making this well knowne unto you, 
 
 Lear. No Lads teach me. 105 
 Foole. Nunckle,give, me an egge, and Ile give thee 
 two Crownes, AIRS 
 Lear. What two Crownes {hall they be? 
 Fool. Why after I have cut the egge ith’middle and 
 cate up the meate,the two Crownes of the egge. ‘when 
 thou cloveft thy Crowne ith’middle, and gav’ft away 
 
 this, let him be whipt that firft findes it fo. 
 
 Fooles had nere lefle grace in aycere, 
 
 For wifemen are growne foppith, 
 
 And know not how their wits to weare, 
 
 Their manners are foapith. ! 
 Lea. W hen were you wont to be fo full of Songs firra? 
 Fool. Thave ufed it Nunckle, ere fince thowmad’ftthy 
 
 Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou gav'ft them the 
 
 rod, and putft downe thine owne breeches, thenthey. 
 
 For fodaine joy did weepe, 
 
 And I for forrow fung, 
 
 That fuch a King fhould play bo-peepe, 
 
 And goe the Foole among. 
 
 Prethy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemafter that can teachthy 
 
 Fooleto lye, I would fainelearne to lye. 
 
 Lear. And you lye firrah, we'll have you whipt. 
 
 Foole. 1 marvell what kin thouand thy danghters are, 
 they’i have me whipt for {peaking true : thou’lt have me 
 whipt for lying, and fomerimes am whipt for holding 
 my peace. 1 had rather be any kind o'thing thena foole, 
 and yet I would not be thee Nunnkle, thou halt pared thy 
 wit o’both fides, and left nothing i’th’middle ; heare 
 comes one o'the parings. 
 
 Enter Gonerilt. 
 
 Lear. How now Daughter ? what makes that Frontlet 
 On ? You are too much of late ith’frowne. 
 
 Feole, Thou watt a pretty fellow when thou hadit no 
 need to care for her frowning, now thouart an O with 
 Iama foole, 
 thou art nothing. Yes forfooth I will hold my rongue,fo 
 your face bids me, theugh you fay nothing. 
 
 Mum, mum, he that keepes nor cruft, not crum, 
 Weary of all, fhall want fome: Thats a theal’d Pefcod. 
 Gon. Not onely Sir this, your all-lycene’d Fooles 
 
 In ranke, and not to be endured ) riots Sir- 
 
 To have founda fafe redrefle, but now grow fearef 
 By what your felfe too late have fpoke and done, 
 That you protect this courfe, and put it en 
 
 By your allowance, whichif yoa frould, the fault 
 Would not {cape cenfure, nor the redreffes fleepe, 
 Which in the tender of a wholefome weale, 
 Might in their working doe you that offence, 
 Whichelfe were fhame, that then necellity 
 Willcall difcreet proceeding. 
 
 Foole, For you know Nunckle, the Hedge-Spatrow 
 fed the Cuckooe fo long, that it bad its head bit off by it 
 young.fo out went the Candle,and we were * 
 ing. 
 
 Lear. Are you our Daughter ? (dome 
 Gon. I would you would make ufe of your wile 
 
 (WhereofI know youare fraught) and putaway 
 Thefe difpofitions, which of late tranfport you 
 
 From what you right! s 
 you rightly are Feole 
 
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 Lhe Tragedy of King Lear. 
 
 Foole. May notan Affe know; when the Cart drawes 
 the Horfe 2 erty § 
 Whoop lugge I lovethee. 
 
 Sh Dos any heere know me? 
 This is not Lear : 
 Do’s Lear walke thus? Speake thus? Where are his eyes? 
 Either his Notion weakens, kis Difcernings 
 Are Lethargied. Ha ! Waking? Tis not fo? 
 Whois it that cantell me who Lam ?_ 
 
 Foole. Lears fhadow: 
 
 Lear. Your name, faire Gentlewoman ? 
 
 Gon. This admiration Sir, is much oth’favour 
 Of other your new prankes.2I doe befeech you 
 To naderftand my purpofes aright : 
 As you are Old, and Reverend, fhould be Wife. 
 Heere doe you keepea hundred Knightsand Squires, 
 Men fo diforder’d, fo deboth’d, and bold, 
 That this our Court infected, with their manners, 
 Shewes like ariotousInne ; Epicurifme and Luft 
 Makesit more like a Taverne, or aBrothell, 
 Then agrac’d Pallace. The fhame it felfe doth {peake 
 Forinftant remedy. Bethen defir’d 
 By her, that elfe will take the thing fhe begges, 
 A little to difquantity your Traine, 
 And theremainders that thall {till depend, 
 To be {uch men as may befort your Ages 
 Which know themfelves, and you- 
 
 Lear, Darkeneffe, and Divels; 
 Saddle my horfes : call my Traine together, 
 Degenerate Baftard, Ile not trouble thee ; 
 Yet have T left a daughter. 
 
 Gon. You ftrike my people, and your diforder’d rable, 
 
 make Servants of their Betters. 
 
 Enter eA lbary. 
 
 Lear. Woe, that too late repents': 
 Isit your will, {pcake Sir? Prepare my Horfes, 
 Ingratitude ! thou Marble-hearted Fiend, 
 More hideous when thou fhew’ft thee in a Child, } 
 Then the Sea-montter. 
 
 Alb. Pray Sir be patient 
 
 Lear. Detefted Kite,thou lyeft. 
 My Traineare men of choyce, and rareft parts s 
 That all particulars of duty knew, 
 And inthe moft exact regard, fupport 
 The worthips of theirname. O moft {mall fault, 
 How ugly didft thou in Cordelia thew ? 
 
 Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of Nature 
 
 | From the fixt place: drew from my heart ali love, 
 
 And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! 
 Beate at this gate that let thy Folly in, 
 And thy deere Iudgement out. Goe,goe, my people. 
 eb, My Lord, Iam guiltlefle, as 1 am ignorant 
 Of what hath moved you. 
 Lear. It may befo;my Lord, . 
 Heare Nature, heare deere Goddefle, heare : 
 Sufpend thy purpofe, if thou didft intend 
 Yomake this Creature fruitfull: 
 Into her Wombe convey fterility, 
 Dry up in herthe Organs of increafe, 
 And from her derogate body, never {pring 
 A Babe to honor her. If fhe muftteeme, 
 Create her child of Spleene, that it may live 
 And bea thwart difnatur’d tormentto her, 
 Let it tampe wrinkles in her brow of youth, 
 With cadent Teares fret Channelsin her cheekess 
 
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 Turne all her Mothers paines,and benefits 
 To langhter,and contempt: That fhe may feele,' 
 How {harper thana Serpents toothit is, 
 To have'athankeleffe Childe, Away,away- 
 Alb, Now Godsthat we adore. 
 Whereof comes this? 
 Gon, Never affiG your {elfe to know of it's 
 But let his difpofition have that {cope 
 Asdotage gives it. i 
 
 Exit, 
 
 Enter Lear. 
 Lear, What fifty of my fallowers ata clap ?. 
 Within a fortnight? 
 elo, Whats the matter.S ir? 
 Lear, lle tell thee : 
 Life and death, I am afham’d 
 That thor haft power to fhake my manhood thus, 
 That thefe hot teares ,which breake from me perforce 
 Should make thee worththem, 
 Blaitsand Fogges upon thee : 
 Thuntented woundings of a Fathers curfe 
 Pierce every fenfe about thee, Old fond eyes; 
 Beweepe thee once againe, Ile plucke ye out, 
 And caltyou with the waters that youloofe 
 To temper Clay. Ha ? Let it be fo. 
 I have another daughter, 
 Whol am fare is kinde and comfortable: 
 When the fhall heare this of thee, with her nailes 
 Shee’l-fleathy Wolvith vifage. Thou fhalt finde,{ 
 That Ile refume the fhape which thou doft thinke 
 I have caft off for eves. iid 
 Gon. Doe you marke that ? 
 Alb, T cannot be fo partiall Gonersi 
 To the great love I beare-yous 
 Gon, Pray you content. What Ofwald hoa? 
 You Sir,more Knave then Foole,after your Mafters 
 Feole. Nunkle Lear,Nuncle Lear, 
 Tarry,take the Foole-with thee : 
 A Fox,when one has caught her, 
 And fuch a daughter, 
 Should fire to the flaughter, 
 If my Cap would by a Halter, 
 So the Foole followes after. 
 Gon. Thisman hath had good counfell, 
 A hundred Knights ? 
 Tis politike, and fafe to let him keepe 
 At point a hundred Knights : yes,that on every dreame; 
 Each buz,each fancy,each complaint, diflike, 
 He may enguard his dotage with their powres, 
 And hold our lives in mercy. O/wald,] fay. 
 Alb, Well,you may feare too farre. 
 Gon. Safer then truft too farre ; 
 Let me {till take away the harmes! feare, 
 Not feare ftillto be taken, I know his heart, 
 What he hath utter’d, I have writ my fitter 
 If fhe fuftaine him, and his hundred Knights 
 When I have faew'd th’unfitneffe. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Steward, 
 
 How now Ofwald ? 
 What have you writ that letter to my Sifter ? 
 
 Stew, I Madam. 
 
 Gon, Take you fome company,and away to horfé, 
 Informe her full of my particular feare, 
 And thereto adde fuch reafons of your owne, 
 Asmay compact itmore. Get yougone, 
 
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 | And haften yourrettitne; no, no, my Lord, 
 This milky gentleneffe, and courfe of yours 
 Though I condemne not, yet under pardon — 
 You are much more at taske for want of wifedome, 
 Then prais’d for harmefull mildneffe. 
 
 Alb. How farre your eyes may pierce I cannot tell ; 
 | Striving tobetter, oft wemarre whats well. 
 Gen. Nay then-—— 
 
 Alb. Well, well,the'vent. Exeunt. 
 
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 Scena Qunta. 
 
 Enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman, and Foole, 
 
 Lear. Goce youbefore to Glofter withthefe Letters ; 
 acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you 
 know, then comes from her demand out of the. Letter, 
 ifyour diligence be not {peedy, I fhall be there afore 
 
 Ou. 
 
 : Kent. Uwillnotfleepe my Lord, till-I have delivered 
 your Letter. : Exit. 
 
 Foole. If amans braines were insheeles, wert not in 
 danger of kybes ? 
 
 Lear. 1 boy. ; 
 
 Foole.. Then I prethee be merry, thy wit fhall not goe 
 flip-fhod. 
 
 Lear. Ha, ha, ha. 
 
 Fool. Shalt fee thy other Daughter willufethee kind- 
 ly, forthough thesaslike this, as a Crabbes like an Ap- 
 ple, yet | can tell what I can tell. 
 
 Lear, What canfttell Boy ? 
 
 Foofe. She will tafteas like thisas, a Crabbe do’stoa 
 Crab: thou canft tell why ones nofe ftands ith’middle 
 on’s face 2 
 
 Lear. No. 
 
 Foele. Why to keepe ones eyes of cither fides nofe, 
 that what a man cannot {mell out, he may {py into. 
 
 Lear. I did her wrong. — 
 
 Foole, Can’it teil how an Oyfter makes his fhell ? 
 
 Lear. No. 
 
 Foole. Nor Tneither ; but Ican tell why a Snaile ha’s 
 a hdufe. 
 
 Lear. W hy ? 
 
 Foole. W hy to putshead in, not to give it away to his 
 daughters, and leave his hornes without a cafe. 
 
 Lear. I will forget my Nature, fo kinda Father ? Be 
 my horfes ready ? 
 
 Foole. Thy Affes are gone about em; the reafon why 
 the feven Starres areno mo then feven, isa pretty reafon. 
 
 Lear. Becaufe they are not eight. 
 
 Foole, Yes indeed, thou would{t make a good foole. 
 
 Lear. Totak’tagaine perforce? Monfter ingratitude ! 
 
 Foole. If you wert my foole Nunckle, Il’d have. thee 
 beaten for being old before thy time. 
 
 Lear, How's that? 
 
 Foole. Thou fhouldft not have bin old, till thou hadft 
 bin wife. 
 
 Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad {weet heaven : 
 keep me intemper,I would not be mad.How now, are 
 the horfes ready ? 
 
 Gent. Ready my Lord. 
 
 Lear, Come Boy. 
 
 The Tragedy of King Lear. 
 
 Fool,She thatsa Maid now;and laughs at my departure 
 Shall not be a Maid long, unleffe things be cut fhorter; | 
 Exeunt. 
 oA us Secundus, ScanaPrima. 
 vee : 7 J ? A 
 
 Enter Bastard, and Curaas faverakys whi 
 
 Baft. Savethee Caran, 
 Cur, And you Sir, Ihave bin 
 Wich your Father, and given him notice: fs. 8. 05 
 That the Duke of Cornwall, and Regas his Duchefie: 
 Will be here with him this night, 2 
 Baff. How comes that ? yer 
 Cur. Nay I know nor, you have heard of the newesa. 
 broad, I meane the whifper'd ones, for they are yet but 
 ear-kiffing arguments. 
 BaSt. Not : pray you what are they ? 
 Cur. Have you heard of no likely Warrestoward, 
 Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall, and Albany ? 
 Baft, Nota word. 
 Cur. You may doe then in time, 12 
 Fare you well Sirs Exit 
 Baft. The Duke be here tonight ? the better beft, 
 This weaves it felfe perforce into my bufineffe, 
 My father hath fet guard to take my brother, 
 And I have one thing of a queazy queition 
 Which I muftact, briefenefle, and Fortune worke. 
 Enter Edgar. 
 Brother, a word, difcend ; brother I fay, 
 My father watches ; O Sir, flye this place, 
 Intelligence is given where yon are hid ; 
 You havenow the good advantage of the night, 
 Have you not {poken gainftthe Duke of Cornwall? 
 Hes comming hither, now ith‘night, ith*hafte, 
 And Regan with him, have you nothing faid 
 Vpon his party gainft the Duke of Albany ? 
 Advife your felfe. 
 Edg. Lamf{ure on’t,nota word. 
 Bast. Lheare my father comming, pardon me : 
 In cunning, I muft draw my Sword upon you: 
 Draw, feeme to defend your felfe, 
 Now quit you well. 
 Yeeld, come before my father, light hoa, here, 
 Fiye Brother, Torches; fo farewell, 
 3 Exit Edgar. 
 Some blood drawne on me would beget opinion 
 Of my more fierce endeavour. I have feene drunkards 
 Doe more then thisin {port ; Father, father, 
 Stop, {top, no helpe? 
 
 Enter Gloster, and Servants with Torches. 
 
 Glo. Now Edmund, wheresthe villaine ? Sah 
 
 Baft. Here ftood he inthe darke, his fharpe Sword out, | 
 
 Mumbling of wicked charmes, conjuring the Moone 
 
 To ftand aufpicions Mittris. 
 
 Glo. But where is he ? 
 
 Baft. Looke Sir, Ibleed, 
 
 Glo. Where isthe villaine, Edmund ? ee 
 
 Bast. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could 
 
 Glo, Purfue bim, ho : goe after. By no meanes, wi 
 
 Baft. Perfwade me to the murther of your mer 
 aint 
 
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 Lhe Tragedy of King Lear. 
 
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 But that I told him the revenging Gods, 
 Gainft Parricides did all the thunder bend, 
 Spoke with how méasifold, and ftrong a Bond 
 The,Child was bound:to’th’Father:, ‘Sir in fine, 
 Seeing how lothly oppofite I tood 
 To his unnatural putpofe, infell motion 
 With his prepared: Sword, he charges home 
 My unprovided body, latch’dimine’arme 
 And when hefaw my beft alarum’d fpirits 
 Bold inthe quarrels right, rouz’d to th’ encounter, 
 Or whether gafled by thenoy{eI made, 
 Full fodainely he fied. 
 
 Ghf. Let him flyefarre : 
 Not in this Land, {hall he remaine uncaught 
 And found ; difpatch, the Noble Duke my Mafter; 
 My worthy Arch and Patron comesto night, 
 By his authority I will proclaime it, 
 That he which finds him fhall deferve our thankes, 
 Bringing the murderous Coward to the ftake : 
 He that conceales him,death, 
 
 ' Bait.. When 1 diffwaded him from his intent, 
 And found him pight to doe it, with curft {peech 
 I threatned toditcover him ; he replied, 
 
 Thou unpoffeffing Baftard, doft thou thinke, 
 
 IfI would ftand againft thee, would the repofall 
 Ofany truft, vertue, or worth in thee 
 
 Make thy*words faith’'d ? No, what fhould I deny, 
 (As this I would, though thowdidft produce 
 
 My very Character ) Ild curne it al 
 Torhy fuggeftion, plot, and damned practife : 
 And thou muft make .a dallard of the world, 
 Ifthey not thought the prefits of my death 
 
 Were very pregnant and potential {pirits 
 To make thee feeke it. 
 
 Glo. O ftrange and faftned Viliaine, 
 Would he deny his Lettér; faid he ? 
 Hearke,the Dukes trumpets,! know not where he comes 
 All Ports Ile barre, the villaine fhall not {cape, 
 
 The Duke muft gran> me that : befides, his picture 
 I will fend-farre and neere, that all the kingdome 
 May have due note of him, and of my land, 
 (Loyalland natnrall Boy ) Ile worke the meanes 
 Tomake thee capable. 
 
 Tucket witht. 
 
 Enter Cornewall, Regan, and «Attendants. 
 
 Corn. How now my Noble friend, {ince I came hither 
 (Which I can call but now) I have heard ftrangenefle. 
 Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too {hort 
 Which can purfue th’offender : how does my Lord ? 
 Gle. © Madama, my old heart is crack’d, its crack d. 
 ‘Reg. What, did my Fathers Godfonne feeke your life? 
 He whom my father nam’d, your Edgar: 
 Glo, O Lady, Lady, fhame would have it hid. its 
 Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights 
 That tended pon my father? 
 Glo. \ know not Madam, tis toobad; too bad. 
 Baft.- Yes Madam, he was of thatconfort. 
 Reg. Nomarvaile then, though he were ill affected, 
 Tis they have put him on the old mans death, 
 To have th’expence and watt of Revenues ; 
 { have this prefent evening from my Sifter 
 Beene wellinform’d of them, and with fuch cautions, 
 That ifthey come to fojourne at my honfe. 
 Tlenot be there. 
 Cer. Nor I, aflure thee Regas ; 
 
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 | Edmund, Theare that you have fhewne your Father 
 | A Child-like Oifice. 
 | Baft. It was my duty Sir. 
 Glo, He did bewray his prattife, and'receiv’d 
 This hurt you fee, ftriving toapprehend hint. 
 Cor. Is he putfaed ? 
 Gls. I my good Lord. 
 Cor. If he be taken, he thall never more 
 | Be fear’d of doing harme, make your owne piirpofe, 
 | How in my ftrength you pleafe i as for you Edmund, 
 Whoft vertue and obedietice doth this inftant 
 So much commend itfelfe , you fhall be ours, 
 Natures ‘of fuch deepe truft, we fhall much’ need : 
 You we firft feize on. 
 Bast. I thall ferve you Sir truely, how ever clfe, 
 Glo. For him | thanke your Grace. 
 Cor. You know not why wecametovifit you? 
 Keg. Thus out of feafon, thredding darke ey’d highr, § 
 Occafions Noble G/ofer of fome prize, | 
 Wherein wefmutt have afe of youradnice. 
 Our Father he bath writ, fo hath our Sifter, 
 Of differences, which 1 beftthought it fit 
 To anfwer from our home : the feverall Meflengers 
 Froin hence attentt difpatch, our good old friend, 
 Lay comforts to your bofome, and beftow 
 Your needfull counfaile to our bufinefles, 
 Whichcraves the inftant ufe. 
 Gh. I ferve you Madam, 
 Your Graces areright welcome. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Keut, and Steward feverally. 
 
 Stew. Good dawning to thee friend,art of this honfe? 
 
 Kear. I. 
 
 Stew. Where may we fet our horfes ? 
 
 Kent. 1 th’myre. 
 
 Stew. Prethee, if thou lov’f me, tell me. 
 
 Kent. Tlove thee not. 
 
 Stew, Why then I care not for thee: 
 
 Kent. If I had thee in Lépsbury Pintold, I would make 
 thee care for me. 
 
 Stew. Why do'ft thou nfé me thus ? I know thee not. 
 
 Kent, Fellow I know thee. 
 
 Stew. What doft thou know me for ? 
 
 Kent. A Knave,a Rafcall, an eater of broken meates.a 
 bafe, proud, fhallow, beggerly , three-fuited, hundred 
 pound, filthy woofted-ftocking krave, a Lilly-livered, 
 action-taking, whorefon ylafle-gazing fuper-ferviceable § 
 finicall Rogue, one Trunke-inheriting flave, one that 
 wouldft bea Baud'in way of good fervice, and art no- 
 thing but the compofition of a Knave, Begger, Coward, 
 Pandar, arid the Sonveand Heire of a Mungrill Bitch, 
 one whom I willbeate into clamours whining, if thou 
 deny’ft-the leaft fillable of thy addition, 
 
 Stew. Why, what a monttrous fellow art thou, thus 
 toraile on one,that is neither knowne of thee,nor knows 
 thee ? 
 
 Kent. Whata brazen-fac’d Varlet art thou, to deny 
 thou knowelt me? Is it two dayes fince Itript up thy 
 heeles, and beatethee before the King? Draw you rogue, 
 
 or 
 
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 fortheughit be night, yet the Moone fhines, Ile make a 
 fop oth’Moonefhine of you, you whorfon Cullyenly 
 Barbar-monger, draw. os 
 
 Stew. Away, I have nothing to doe with thee. 
 
 Kent. Draw you Rafcall, you. come with Letters a- 
 gainft the King , and take Vanity the puppets part, a- 
 gainft the Royalty of her father: draw, you Rogue, or 
 lle fo carbonado your fhankes, draw you Rafcall, come 
 your wayes. 
 
 Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe- 
 
 Kent. Strike you flave ftand rogues 
 flave, ftrike. 
 
 Stew.. Helpe hoa, murther, murther- 
 
 {tand you, neat 
 
 Enter Bastard, Cornewall, Regan, Glofter, Servants 
 
 Bast. How now; whats the matter? Part. 
 
 Kent. With you goodman boy, if you pleafe, come, 
 Me flefh ye, come on yong Matter. 
 
 Glo. Weapons 2? Armes? whatsthe matter here? 
 
 Cor. Keepe peace upon your lives, he dyes that {trikes 
 againe, what isthe matter ? F 
 
 Reg. The Meflengers from our Sifters and the King ? 
 
 Cer. What is your difference, {peake ? 
 
 Stew. Tam {carce in breath my Lord. 
 
 Kent. No Marvell, you have {fo beftir’d your valour, 
 you cowardly Rafcall,nature difclaimes in thee: a Taylor 
 made thee. 
 
 Cor. Thon arta ftrange fellow, a Taylor make a_man ? 
 
 Kent. A Taylor Sir;a Stone,cutter, or a Painters could 
 not have made him fo ill, though they had bin but two 
 yearesoth’trade. 
 
 (or. Speake yet, how grew your quarrel ? 
 
 Stew. This ancient Rutan Sir,whotfelife I have fpar'd 
 at {ute of his gray-beard. “at 
 
 Kent. Thou whorefon’ Zed, thou unneceflary letter, 
 my Lerd, if you willgive meleave, I will tread this un- 
 boulted villaine into morter, and danbe the wall of a 
 Jakes with him, Spare my gray-beard,you wagtaile ? 
 
 (or. Peace firrah, 
 
 You beaftly knayépknow you ne reverence ? 
 
 Kent. Yes Sir, but anger hath a priviledge. 
 
 Cor. Why art thou angry? 
 
 Kent, That facha flaveasthis fhould weare a Sword, 
 Who wearesno honefty : {uch fmiling rogues asthefe, 
 Like Rats oft bire the holy cords a twaine, 
 
 Whichart t’intrince, t’unloofe : {mooth every, paffion 
 That in the natures of their Lords rebell, 
 
 Being oile to fire, {now to the colder moodes,| 
 
 Renege, aifirme, and turne their Halcion beakes 
 
 With every gale, and vary oftheir Matters, 
 Knowing nanght (like dogges) but following : 
 A plague upon your Epilepticke vifages 
 Smnoile you my {peeches,as I werea foole? 
 Goole, if I had you upon Sarem Plaine, 
 
 Td drive ye cackling hometo (amelot. 
 
 Corn, What art thou mad old Fellow ? 
 
 Gloft. How fell you out, fay that? 
 
 Kent. No conrrarieshold more antipathy, 
 Then I, and fuch a knave. 
 
 Gorm, Why do'ftthou call him Knave? 
 What is his fault ? 
 
 Kent. His countenance likes me nOte 
 
 Cer. Nomore perchance do’s mine, nor his,nor hers. 
 
 Kent. Sir, tis my occupationto be plaine, 
 
 I have feene better faces in my time, 
 
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 Then ftands on any fhoulder that Ifee ~: 
 
 Before me, at this.inftant. 
 
 Corn. This is fome fellow, ih 
 Who having beene prais’d for bluntnefle, doth affect 
 A faucy roughnefle, and coniftraines the garb 
 Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter, he; 
 An honeft mind ahd plaine, he muft {peake truth, 
 And they will take:it fo, if not, he’s:plaine. 
 Thefe kind of Knaves I know, which in this plainnefie. 
 Harbour.more craft, and more corrupter ends, 
 Then twenty filly-ducking ebfervants, 
 
 That ftretch their duties nicely. 
 
 Kent . Sir, in good faith, in fincere verity, 
 
 Vnder th’allowance of your greatafpect, 
 
 W hofe influence likethe wreath of radient fire 
 
 On flicking Phebus front. 
 
 Corn, What mean’it by this ? age, 
 
 Kent. Togoe out of my dialect: which you difcom- 
 mend fo much ; | know Sir, Tam no flatterer, he that be- 
 guild you in a plaineaccent, wasaplaine Knave, which 
 for my part 1 willnot be, though 1 fhould winyour dif- 
 pleafure to entreat me too’t. 
 
 Corm, What was th’offence you gave him ¢ 
 
 Stew. I never gave him any ; 
 
 It pleas’d the King his Mafter very late 
 
 To ftrike at me upon his mifconftruction, 
 
 When he compact.and flattering his difpleafure 
 
 Tript me behind : being downe, infulted,rail'd. 
 
 And put upon him {uch a deale of Man, 
 
 That worthied him, got praifes ofthe King, 
 
 For him attempting, who was felfe-fubdued, 
 
 And inthe flefhment of this dead exploit, 
 
 Drew on me here againe. 
 
 Kent. None of thefe Rogues, and Cowards 
 But Ajax is their foole. 
 
 Coru. Fetch forth the Stockes? 
 You ftubborne ancient Knave, you reverent Bragarty 
 We'llteach you. 
 
 Kent. Sir,1 am too old to learne: : 
 
 Call not your Steckes for me, I fervethe King. 
 
 On whofe imployment I wasfent toyou, 
 
 You {hall doe {mall refpeéts, fhew too bold malice 
 
 Againit the Grace, and Perfon of my Mafter, 
 
 Stocking his Meflenger. 
 
 Corn. Fetch forth the Stockes ; 
 
 As have life and honor, there fhall he fit till Noone. 
 Reg. Tillnoone ?tillnight my Lord,andall night too. 
 Kent. Why Madam, if | were your Fathers dog; 
 
 You fhould not ufe me fo. 
 
 Reg. Sir, being his Knave, I will. Srockes brought one 
 
 Cor. This isa fellow of the felfe fame colour, 
 
 Our Sifter fpeakes of. Come, bring away the Stockes» 
 Glo. Let me befeech your Grace, not to doe fe, 
 
 The King his Mafter, needs mutt take itill 
 
 That he fo flightly valued in his Meffenger, 
 
 Should have him thus reftrained. 
 Corn, Tleanfwer that. 
 
 Reg. My Sifter may receive it much more worle, 
 To have her Gentleman abus'd, affaulted. ; 
 
 (orn. Come my Lord, awaye Ente 
 
 Gle. 1am forry for thee friend, tis the Dukes plealixes 
 Whofe difpofition all the world wellknowes —_ 
 
 Will not be rubb’d nor ftopt, Ile entreat for thee. 
 
 Ken.Pray do not Sir, have watch'dand travail’d hard, 
 
 Some time I hall fleepe out, the reft Ile whiflles: 
 
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 Give you good morrow. : 
 Glo. The Duke’s tdo blame inthis, 
 
 Twill be ill taken, Exit. 
 Kent.Good King, that muft approve the common faw, 
 
 Thou vut of heavens benediGtion com’ ft 
 
 Tothe warme Sun. 
 
 Approach thou Beacon to this under Globe, 
 
 That by thy comfortable Beames I may 
 
 Pernfethis Letter. Nothing almoft {ces miracles 
 
 But mifery. I know tis from Cordeiia, 
 
 Who hath moft fortunately beene inform’'d 
 
 Of my obfcured courfe. Ard fhall find time 
 
 From this enormous State, feeking to give 
 
 Loffes their remedies, All weary and o're-watch’d, 
 
 Take vantage heavy eyes, not to behold 
 
 This fhamefull lodging. Fortune goodnight, 
 
 Smile once more, turne thy wheele- 
 
 Enter Edgar. 
 
 Edg. Iheard my felfe proclaim’d, 
 And by the happy hollow of a Tree, 
 Efcap’d tlie hunt. No Portis free, no place 
 That guard, and moft unufall vigilance 
 Do’snot attend my taking. Whiles I may {cape 
 I will preferve my felfe : and am bethought 
 To take the bafeft, and moft pooreft fhape 
 That. ever penury in contempt of man, 
 Brought neere to beaft : my tacc He grime with filth, 
 Blanket my loynes, ¢lfe all my haires in knots, 
 And with prefented nakednefle out-face 
 The Windes, and perfecutions of the sky : 
 | The Country gives me proofe, and prefident 
 Of Bedlaos beggers, who with roaring voyces, 
 Strike intheir numm’dand mortified Armes, 
 Pins, Wodden-prickes, Nayles, Sprigs of Rofemary : 
 And with this horrible object, from Low Farmes, 
 Poore pelting Villages, Sheepes-Coates, and. Milles, 
 Sometimes with Lunaticke bans,fometimes with Praiers 
 Inforce their charity : poore Tur/ygod, poore Tom. 
 Thats fomething yet : Edgar I nothing ain, Exit. 
 Enter Lear, Foole, and Gentleman. 
 
 Lear. Tis ftrange that they fhould fo depart from home, 
 And not fend backe my Meffengers. 
 Gen, As I learn’d, 
 The night before, there was no purpofe in them 
 Of this remove. 
 Kent, Haile to thee Noble Mafter. 
 Lear. "a? Mak’{t thou this fhame thy paftime ? 
 Kent. Nomy Lord. ; 
 Foole.Ha, ba; he weares Crucll Garters ; horfesare tide 
 tide by the heads, Dogges and Beares by’th'necke, Mon- 
 kies by’th’ioynes, and Men by’th'legs 5 when a man-is o- 
 verlufty at legs, then he weares wodden nether-ftockes. 
 Lear, Whats he, 
 That hath fo much thy place miftooke 
 Tofet thee heere ? 
 Kent, It is bothhe and the, 
 Your Son, and Daughter, 
 Lear. No. 
 Kent, Yes. 
 Lear. No I fay. 
 Kent. Ifay yeae 
 Lear. By Jupiter I{weare no. 
 
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 Kent, By luno, | fweare I, 
 
 Lear. They durft not dot: 
 They could not, would not do’t : tis worfe then murther, 
 To doe upon refpeft fuch violent outrage : 
 Refolve me with ail modeft hafte, which way 
 Thou mightfi deferve, or they impofe this viage, 
 Comming Fiomus. 
 
 Kent. My Lord, when at their home 
 
 I did commend your highnefle Lettersto them, 
 
 Bre I was rifen from the place, rhat fhewed 
 
 My daty kneeling, came therea reeking Pofte, 
 
 Scew’d in his hafte, halfe breathleff, panting’forth 
 From Gozerié his Miltris, falurationg 
 
 Delives'd Letters {pight of intermiffion, 
 
 Whith prefently they read ; on thofe contents 
 
 They fummon’d up their meiney, ftraight tooke horfe, 
 Commanded me to follow, and attend 
 
 The leifure of their anfwer, gave me cold lookes, 
 
 And meeting here the other Meffengery 
 
 W hofe welcome I perceiv’d had poifon’d mine, 
 
 Being the very fellow which of late 
 
 Difplard fo fawcily againft your highneffe, 
 
 Having more ran then wit about me, drew ; 
 
 He rais’d the houfe, with loud and coward cryes, 
 
 Your Sonne and daughter found this trefpaffe worth 
 The fhame which heere it fuffers. © (way, 
 
 Foole, Winters not gone yet, ifthe wild Geefe fly that 
 Fathers that weare rags, doe make their Children blind, 
 But fathers that beare bags, fhall fee their children kind. 
 Fortune that arrant whore,nere turnes the key toth’poore 
 But for all this } fhalt haveas many Dolorsfer thy deare 
 Daughters, as thon canft tell ina yeare. 
 
 Lear. Oh how this Mother {wels up toward my heart ! 
 Historica paffio, downe thou climing forrow, 
 Thy Element’s below ; where is this daughter? 
 
 Kent, Withthe Earle Sir, here within. 
 
 Lear. Follow me not, flay heere, 
 
 Gen. Made you no more offence, 
 
 But what you {peake of ? 
 
 Kent. None; 
 
 How chance the King comes with {6fmall a number ? 
 
 Foole. And thou hadf{t becne {et ith’Stockes for that 
 queftion, thoud’ ft well deferv'd it. 
 
 Ken;. Why foole ? 
 
 Foole. We lifer thee tofchoole to an Ant, to teach thee 
 theres’ no labouring ith’winter, All that follow their 
 nofes, are led by their eyes, but blind men;and theresnot 
 a nofe among twenty, bur can {mell him thats ftiniing;let 
 goethy hold, when a great whecle rnns downe a hill, 
 left ic breake thy necke with foliowing. Butthe great 
 one that goesupwatd, let him draw thee after: when a 
 wifeman givesthee better countell give me mine againe, 
 I would have none but knaves follow it, fince a foole 
 gives itt 
 That Sir, which fervesand feekes for gaine, 
 
 And followes but for forme ; 
 
 Will packe, when it begins to raine, 
 And leave thee inthe ftorme, 
 
 But I will tarry, the foole will ftay, 
 
 And let the wifeman flye: 
 
 The knave turnes foole thatrunnes away, 
 The foole no‘knave perdy. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Emer Lear, and Glower- 
 Kent. Where Jearn’d you this foole ; 
 Foole. Not ith Stockesfoole. 
 Lear, 
 
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 Lear. Deny to fpeake with me? 
 They are ficke,they are weary, 
 They have travaii’d all the night ? meere fetches, 
 The Images of revolt and flying off. 
 Fetch mea better an{wer. 
 Glo. My deere Lord, 
 You know the fiery quality of the Duke, 
 How unremoveable and fixt he is 
 In his owne courfe. 
 Lear. Vengeance,Plague,Death,Confufion : 
 Fiery ? What quality? Why Glofter,Glofters 
 I'd {peake with the Duke of Corne wall,and his wife. 
 Glo. Well,my good Lord, have inform’d them {0+ : 
 Lear. Inform’d them? Doft thou underftand me man: 
 Glo. Imy good Lord, 
 Lear. The King would fpeake with Cornewall, 
 The deere Father 
 Would with his Daughter {peake,commands, tends, fer- 
 Are they inform’d of this? My breath and blood : (vices 
 Fiery? The fiery Duke,tell the hot Duke that-———= 
 No, but not yet,may be he is not well, 
 
 Tafirmity doth ftill neglect all oifice, 
 
 Whereto our health is bound, we are not our felves, 
 
 When Nature being oppre‘t,commasds the mind 
 
 To fuffer withthebody ;Ileforbeare, 
 
 And am fallen out with my more headier will, 
 
 Totake the indifpos’dand fickly fit, 
 
 For the found man. Death on amy ftate s wherefore 
 
 Should he fit here ? This Act perfwades me, 
 
 That this remotion of the Dake and her 
 
 Is practife onely, Give me my fervant forth ; 
 
 Goetell the Duke,and’s wife,II’d fpeake with them : 
 
 Now;prefently ; bid them come forth and heare me, 
 
 Orat their chatnber doore Ile beat the Drum, 
 
 Till tcryfleepe to death. wf 
 Glo. L would haveall well betwixt you, Exit. 
 Lear. Oh me my heart! my rifing heart tbut downe. 
 Fodle. Cry td it Nuncle, as the Cockney did to the 
 
 Eeles, when hee put ‘em ith’Palte alive.fhe knapt’em 
 
 o’th’Coxcombs with a fticke,and cryed downe wantons, 
 
 downe twas her brother, that in pure kindneffe to his 
 horfe buttered his Hey. 
 
 Enter Cornewell,Regan,Glofter, Servants. 
 
 Lear. Good morrow to you both. 
 
 (ern. Haileto your Grace. Kent here fet at liber7. 
 
 Reg. Lamglad to fee your Highnefle. 
 
 Lear, Regan,\ thinke you are. I know what reafon, 
 I havetothinke fo,ifthou fhould’ft not be glad, 
 I would divorce me from thy Mothers Tombe; 
 Sepulchring an Adulterefle. O are you free? 
 Some other time for that. Beloved Regam 
 Thy fitters naughc: Oh Regan, the hath tyed 
 Sharpe tooth’d unkindnefle,like a vulture here; 
 
 I can fcarce fpeake to thee,thou'Itnot beleeve 
 With how deprav’da quality. Oh Regan. 
 
 Reg. | pray you Sir,take patience,I have hope 
 Youleffe know howto value her defert, 
 Than fhe to fcant her duty. 
 
 Lear. Say ? how isthat ? 
 
 Reg. I cannot thinke my fifter in the leaft 
 Would faile her Obligation. {f fir perchance 
 She have reftrained the Riots of your Followers, 
 Tison {uch ground,and to fuch whoiefome end, 
 As cleares her from all blame. 
 
 Lear. My curfes on her, 
 
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 Reg. OSir,youareold, 
 Nature in you ftands on the very Verge 
 Of her confine : you fhould be rul'd, andled 
 By fome difcretion, that difcernes.your flate 
 Better then you your felfes therefore I pray you, © 
 That to our Sifter, you doe make returne; 
 Say you have wrong’d her. 
 Lear. Aske herforgiveneffe ? 
 Doe you but marke how this becomes the honfe? | 
 Deere daughter, I confeflethat 1 amold;: | 
 Age is unneceflary : on my knees I begge, . 
 That you'll vonchfafe me Rayment, Bed, and Foods 
 Reg, Good Sir, no more : thefeare unfightly trickes? 
 Returne you to my Sifter. 
 Lear. Never ‘Regan : 
 She hath abated me of halfe my Traine : at 
 Look’d blacke upon me, ftrooke me with her Tongue 
 Moft Serpent-like, upon the very heart. 
 Allthe ftor’d Vengcances of heaven, fall 
 On her ingratefuil top : ftrike her yong bones 
 You taking Ayres, with Lameneffe. 
 (orn. Fye fir, fie. 
 Lear. Y ou nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames 
 Into her {cornfulleyes: infect her Beauty, 
 You Fen-fnck’d Fogges, drawne by the powerfullSumne 
 To fall, and blifter. 
 Rez. O the bleft Gods ! 
 So will you with on me, when the rath moode ison.’ 
 leare No Regan,thou fhalt never have my curfe ; 
 Thy tender-hefted Nature fhall not give 
 Thee ore to harfhneffe : Her eyes are fierce, but thine 
 Doe comfort, and not burne. Tis not inthee 
 To grudge my pleafures, to cut off my Traine, 
 To bandy hafty words, to fcant my fizes, 
 And in conclufion, to oppofe the bolt 
 Againft my comming in. Thou better knowlt 
 The Oitices of Nature, bond of Childhood, 
 Effects of Curtefie,dues of Gratitude : 
 Thy halfe o’th kingdome haft thou not forgot, 
 W hrrein I thee endow’'d. 
 Reg. Good Sir; to’th’purpofe- 
 Lear. Who put my man ith’Stockes? 
 Enter Steward. 
 Corn. What Trumpets that ; 
 Reg. 1 know’t my Sifters : thisapproves her Letter, 
 T hat fhe would foone be heere. Is your Lady come ¢ 
 Lear. Thisisa Slave, whofe eafie borrowed pride 
 Dwelsin the fickly grace of her he followes- 
 Out Varlet, from my fight. 
 Corn. W hat meanes your Grace? 
 Enter Gonerik. 
 Lear. Who ftockt my Servant? Regan,] have good hope 
 Thou didft not know on’t. 
 Whocomes here? Oheavens } 
 If you doe love old men; if your {weet {way 
 Allow Obedience : if you your felvesare old, 
 Makeit your caufe : Senddowne, and take my parte 
 Art not afham’d tolooke upon this Beard ? 
 O Regan, willyou take her by the hand ? 
 Gon. Why not by th’hand Sir ? How have offended ? 
 Alls not offence that indifcretion findes 
 And dotage termes fo. 
 Lear. O fides, you are too tough ! 
 Will you yet hold ? 
 How came my man i’th’Stockes? 
 Corn. I {ethim there, Sir : but his owne Diforders 
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 Reg. I pray you Father being weake, feeme fo. 
 If till the expiration of your Moneth 
 You will returne and fojourne with my Sifter, 
 Difmiffing halfé your traine, comethen to me, 
 lam nowfrom homie, and out of that provifion 
 Which fhall be needfull for your entertainement. 
 
 Lear. Returneto her ? and fifty men difmifsd ? 
 No, rather Iabjure all roofes, and chufe, 
 
 To wageagainft the enmity oth’ayre, 
 
 To bea Comrade with the Wolfe. and Owle, 
 Neceffities fharpe pinch. Returnewith her? 
 
 Why the hot-bloodied France, that dowerlefle tooke 
 Our yongeft borne, Lcouldas well be brought 
 
 To knee his Throne,and Squire-like penfion beg, 
 
 To keepe bafe life a foote ; returne with her ? 
 Pes{wade me rather to be flave and fumpter 
 
 To thisdetefted groome. 
 
 Gon, At your choyce Sir. 
 
 Lear. 1 prethee Daughter doe not make me mad, 
 I wilinot trouble thee my Child : farewell : 
 We'll no more meete > no more {ee oneanother, 
 But yet thou artmy flefh, my blood,my daughter, 
 Or rather a diféafe thats in my flefh, 
 Which! mutt needs calk mine. Thowarta Byle, 
 A plague fore, or imboffed Carbuncle 
 In my corrupted blood. But Ile not chide thee- 
 Let fhame come when it will, I doe not call it, 
 I doe not bid the Thunder-bearer fhoote, 
 Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove, 
 Mend when thou can ft, be better at thy leifure, 
 Ican be patient, I can itay with Regan, 
 1 and my hundred Knights. 
 
 Reg, Not aitogether fo, 
 Tlook’d not for you yet, ner am provided 
 For your fit welcome, give eare Sir to my Sifter, 
 For thofe chat mingle reafon with you paffion, 
 Mutt be content.to thinke you old, and fo, 
 But the knowes what the doe’s 
 
 Lear. Isthis weil{poken? 
 
 Reg. I dare avouch it Sir, what fift# Followers? 
 Js it not well ? What fhould you need of more ? 
 Yea, or fo many ? Sith hat both charge and danger, 
 Speake gainft fo great a number : How in one houfe 
 Should many people, under twe commands 
 Hold amity ? Tis hard, almoft impoffible. 
 
 Gon: Why might not youmy Lord, receive attendance 
 From thofe that fhe calls Servants, or from mine ? 
 
 Reg. Why not my Lord? 
 
 Ifthen they chanc’d to flacke ye, 
 
 | Wecould comptrollthem ; if you willeome tome, 
 
 (For now] {pye a danger) I entreat you 
 To bring but five and twenty, to nd more 
 Will I give place or notice. 
 Lear, Igave youall. 
 Reg. And in good time you gave it. 
 Lear. Madeyou my Guardians, my Depofitaries, 
 But kepta refervation to be followed 
 With fucha number ? What, muft I come to you 
 With five and twenty? Regan,faid youlo? — 
 Reg. And {peak’t againe my Lord, no more with me. 
 Lear.T hofe wicked Creatures yet do looke wel favor’d 
 When others are more wicked, not being the worft 
 Stands in fome ranke of praife, Ie goe with thee, 
 Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty, 
 
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 Gon. Heare me my Lord; 
 What need you five andtwenty ? Ten? Or fiue 2 
 To follow ina honfe, where twice fo many 
 Havea commandto tend you ? ; 
 Reg. What need one? Th 
 Lear. O reafonnot the need : oar bafeft Beggets 
 Are in the pooreft thing fuperfuons, ‘on 
 Allow,not Nature, more then Natare needs: 
 Mans life ischeapeasBeaites.. Thou arta Lady ; 
 If onely to goe warme were gorgeous, 
 Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear ft, 
 Whichfcarcely keepes thee warme, but for true need, 
 You heavens, giveme that patience; patience I need, 
 You fee me here (yougods ) a poore old man, 
 As full of griefe as age, wretched in both, 
 Ifit be you that ftirres thefe Daughters hearts 
 Againft their father, fooleme not fo.much,; 
 To beare it tamely : touch me with Noble anger, 
 And let not womens weapons, water drops, 
 Staine my mans checkes. No you unnatural] Hags, 
 I will have fuch revengeson you beth, 
 That all the world hall will doe fuch things, 
 What they are yet, I know not, but they thall be, 
 The terrors of the earth ? you thinke Ile weepe, 
 No: Ile not weepe, I have full caufe of weeping. 
 Storme aud Tempest. 
 But this heart thal breake into a hundred thonfand fawes 
 OrereI weepe. O foole, I thall goe mad, Exeunt, 
 Corn, Letus withdraw, twill bea Storme. 
 | Reg. This houfeislittle, the old man and’s people,} 
 | Cannot be well beftow’d. Pee; 
 Gon. Tis his owne blame hath put himfelfe from reft, 
 And mutt needs tafte his folly. 
 | Reg. For his particular, Ile receive him gladly, 
 Bnt not one follower, 
 Gon, Soam I purpos’d, 
 Whereis my Lord of Gloster ? 
 Enter Glofter. 
 Corn Followed the old man forth, he isreturn’d. 
 Glo. The King is inhighrage. 
 (orm. Whether is he going 2 
 Glo. He callsto horfe, but will I know not whether. 
 Coru, Tis beftto give him way, he leads himfelfe. 
 Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes te flay. 
 Gio, Alackethe night comes on, and the high windes 
 Doe forely ruffle, for many Miles abont 
 Theres fcarce a Bufh. 
 Reg. O Sir, to willfull men, 
 The injuries that they themfelves procure, 
 Mutt be their Schoole-Matters : {hut up your doores, 
 He is attended with a defperate traine, 
 Aud what they may incenfe him to, being apt, 
 To have his eare abus’d, wifedome bids feare. 
 Corn. Shut up your doores my Lord, tis a wil’d night, 
 My Rega» counfels well: come out oth’ftorme. Exenunt. 
 
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 Storme still. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, [everally, 
 
 Kent, Who's there befides foule weather ? 
 Gen. One minded like the weather, moft unquietly- <5 
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 Kent, I know you : Wheresthe King? 
 
 Gent. Contending with the frerfull Elements. 
 Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Seas 
 
 Or {well the curled Waters bove the Maines 
 That things might change, or ceafe. 
 
 Rent. But whois with him? 
 
 Gext. None but the foole, who labours to out-jeft 
 His heart-{trooke injuries. 
 
 Kent. Sir, doe know you, 
 And dare upon the warrant of my note 
 Commend a deere thing to you. There isdivifion 
 (Although as yet the face of it is cover'd 
 With mutuall cunning) twixt Albany, and Cornwall : 
 Who have, as who have not, that their great Starres 
 Thron’d and fet high; Servants, « ho feeme no lefle, 
 Which are to France the Spies and Speculations 
 Intelligent of our State. What hath bin {eene, 
 Either in {nuffes, and packings of the Dukes, 
 Or the hard Reine which both of chem have borne 
 Againft the old kind King ; or fomething deeper, 
 Whereof (perchance) thefe are but furnifhings- 
 
 Gent. 1 willtalke further with you. 
 
 Kent. No, doe not : 
 For confirmation that I am much more 
 Then my.out-wall ; openthis Purfe, and take 
 What it containes. If you fhall fee Cordelia, 
 (As feare not but you fhall ) (hew her this Ring, 
 And fhe will tell you who that fellow is 
 That yet you doe not know. Fye on thisStorme, 
 I will goe feeke the King- 
 
 Gent. Give me your hand, 
 
 Have youno more to fay ? 
 
 ‘Kents Few words, but toeffe& more then all yet ; 
 That when we have found the King,in which your paine 
 That way, Jlethis : He that firft lights on him, 
 Hollathe other. 
 
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 Storme fit. Enter Lear, and Foole. 
 
 Lear.Blow windes,and cracke your checks;Rage,blow 
 You Cataracts, and Hurricano’s{pout, 
 
 Till you have drench‘dour Steeples,drowne the Cockes. 
 You Sulph’rons and Thought-executing fires, 
 Vaunt-curriors of Oake-cleaving Thander-bolts, 
 Sindge my white head. And chouall-fhaking Thunder, 
 Strike flat the thicke Rotundity o’th’world, 
 
 Cracke Natures moulds, all germaines {piil at once 
 
 That makes ingratefull Man. 
 
 Foole. O Nunkle, Court hoiy-water inadry houfe, is 
 better then this Rain-water out o dooree Good Nunkle, 
 in, aske thy Daughters bleffing, heeresanight pitties 
 neither Wifemen,nor Fooles. 
 
 Lear. Rumble thy belly full: {pit Fire, fpowt Raine ; 
 Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my daughters, 
 Itaxe not you, you Elements with unkindneffe. 
 
 Inever gave you Kingdome, call’d you Children ; 
 
 You oweme no fub{cription. Then let fall 
 
 Your horrible pleafure. Heere I ftand your Slave, 
 
 A poore, infirme, weake, and defpis’d old man : 
 
 Butyet I call you Servile Minifters, 
 
 That will with two pernicious daughters joyne 
 
 Your high-engender'd Battailes, gainft a eed 
 
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 | So old, and white as this. O, ho !tis foule. 
 | Foole. He that has a honfe to puts head in, has a good 
 | Head-peece : 
 The Codniece that will houfe, before the head has any ; ” 
 The Head , and he fhall Lowe : fo Beggers marty many. 
 | The man y makes his Toe,what he his heart fhould make, 
 Shali of a Corne cry woe, and turne his fleepe towake, 
 For there was never yet faire woman, but the made 
 mouthes in a glaffe. 
 Enter Kent. f 
 Lear. No, will be the patterne of all patience. 
 I will fay nothing. 
 Kent. Whos there? rade 
 Foole. Marsy heres Grace, and a Codpiece, thatsa 
 Wifeman, and a Foole. 
 Kent. Alas Sir are you here ? things that love night, 
 Love not fuch nights as thefe : the wrathfull Skies 
 Gallow the very wanderers of the darke 
 And make them keepe their Caves: Since I was man, 
 Such flicets of fire, {uch burfts of horrid Thunder, 
 Such groanes of roaring Winde, and Raine, I never 
 Remember tohave heard. Mans Nature cannot carry. 
 Th’affiction, nor the feare, 
 lear. Let the great gods 
 That keepe this dreadful! pudder ore our heads, 
 Find out their enemies now. Tremblethon Wretch, 
 That ha(t within thee undivulged Crimes 
 Vowhipt of Luftice. Hide thee, thou Blondy hand ; 
 Thou Periur’d, and thou Simular of Vertue 
 That art Inceftuous. Caytiffe, to peeces fhake 
 That under covert, and convenient feeming 
 Has practis’d on mans life. Clofe pent-up guilts, 
 Rive your concealing Continents, and cry 
 Thefe dreadfull Summoners grace. Lam aman, 
 More finn’d againft, chen finning. 
 Kent, Alacke, bare-headed ? 
 Gracious my Lord, hard by heere isaHovell, 
 Some frieadfhip will it lend you gainftthe Tempeft: 
 Repofe you there, while I to this bard houfe 
 (More harder then the ftones whereof tis rais’d, 
 Ww hich even but now, demanding after you, 
 Deny’d metocom@ in) returne, and force 
 Thetr {canted curtefie. i 
 Lear, My wits beginto turne. 
 Come on my boy, How deft my boy ? Art cold? 
 Jam cold my felfe. Whereis this ftraw, my fellow? 
 The Art ofour Neceffities is ftrange, 
 Andcan make vilde things precious. Come, your hovell 
 Poore Foole, and Knave, [ have one partin my heart 
 Thats forry yet for thee. 
 Foole. He that hasand a little-tyne wit, 
 With height-ho, the Winde and the Raine, 
 Mutt makecontent with his Fortunes fit, 
 Though the Raine it raineth every day- ; 
 Lear, Truc Boy : Come bring ustothis Hovell. Ext. 
 Foole. This isa brave night to coolea Curtizan ¢ 
 Ile {peake a Prophelie ere I goe : 
 When Prieftsare more in word, then matters 
 When Brewers marre their Malt with water 4 
 When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors; 
 No Heretiques burn'd but wenches Suters, 
 When every Cafein Law is rights 
 No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight: 
 When Slanders doe nor live in Tongues 5 
 Nor Cat-purfes come not tothrongs 
 
 When Viurers tell their Gold iuh’held, And 
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 Tbe Tragedy of K ing Lear. 
 
 And Baudes, and whores, doe Churches build. 
 
 Then thall the Realmeof Albion come to great confufion 
 Then comes the time, who lives to fee’t, 
 
 That going fhalbeus’d with feet. 
 
 This prophecy Aderlia fhall make, for I live before his 
 time. 4S Exit. 
 
 Scana T ertia. 
 
 ri ee Poe a ae 
 
 Enter Glofter, and Edmund, 
 
 Glo. Alacke, alacke Edmund, (like not this unuaturall 
 dealing;when I defired their leave that I might pity him, 
 they tooke from me the ufe of mine owne houfe,charg’d 
 me on paine of perpetual] difpleafure, neither to {peake 
 of him,¢ntreat for him, orany way fuftaine him. 
 
 Bajft. Moft {avage and unnaturall. 
 
 Glo. Goetoo; fay younothing. There is divifion be- 
 tweéene the Dukes,and.a worfe matterthenthat : Ihave 
 received a Letter this night, tis dangerous to be {poken, 
 I have lock’d the Letter inmy Cloflet, thefeinjuriesthe 
 King now beares, will be revenged home ; there is part 
 of a Power already footed, we mutt incline tothe King, I 
 will looke him, and privily relieve him ; goe you and 
 maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of 
 him perceived ; if he aske for me, I'am ijl} and gone to 
 
 | bed, if I dye for it, (as no leffe is threaned me) the King 
 my old Mafter mutt be relieved, Thereis ftrange things 
 toward Edmund, pray you be carefull. Exit. 
 
 Baft. This Curtefie forbid thee, fhall the Duke 
 Inftantly know, and of that Letter too ; 
 
 This {eemes a faire deferving, and mutt draw me 
 That which my father loofes : no leffe then all, 
 
 The yonger rifes, when the old doth fall. Exit. 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Lear, Kent, and Foole. 
 
 KentHeere is the place my Lord, good my Lordenter, 
 Thetirrany of the opennight’stoo rough 
 For Nature to endure. 
 
 Eear. Let meajone. 
 Kent. Good my Lord enter heere. 
 Lear. Wilt breake my heart? 
 
 Kent, 1 had rather breake mine owne, 
 Good my Lord enter. : ; 
 Lear. Thouthinkft tis much that this contentious 
 Invades us to the skin{o : tis to thee, (ftorme 
 
 | But where the greater malady is fixt, 
 The leffer is fearce felts Thou’d& fhun a Beare, 
 But ifthy flight lay toward theroaring Sea, 
 Thon’dft meet the Beare ith’mouth, whenthe minds free 
 The bodies delicate the tempeft in my mind, 
 Doth from my fences take all feeling elfe, 
 Save what beates there, Fillialf ingratitude, 
 Isit not as this mouth fhould teare this hand 
 Fer lifting food too’t : But I will punith home ; 
 No, Twill weepe no more : in facha night, 
 
 Storme frill, 
 
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 To fhut me ont? Poure on; I will endure 
 In fuch a night asthis ? O Regas, Gonerilt, 
 Your old kind Father, whote franke heart gave ally 
 O that way madneffelyes, let me fhun that : 
 No more of that. 
 
 Kent. Good my Lord enter here. 
 
 Lear, Prythee goe in thy feife, feekethine owne eafe, 
 This tempett will not giveme leaveto ponder 
 Ona things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in, 
 In Boy, goe firft. You honfelefle poverty, 
 Nay get thee in ; Ile pray, and then Tle fleepe. 
 Poore naked wretches, where fo ere'you are 
 That bide the pelting of this pittileffe forme, 
 How fhall your houfe-leffe heads, and unfed fides, 
 Your lop’d, and window’'d raggedneffe defend you 
 From {eafons fuch as thefe? O I have tane 
 Too little care of this: Take Phyficke, Pompe, 
 Expofe thy felfe ro fecle what wretches feele, 
 That thou mailt fhake the fuperflax tothem, 
 And fhew the Heavens more jaft. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Edgar, and Foble. 
 
 Edg.Fathom, and halfe, Fathom and halfe? poore Tom. 
 
 Foote. Come not in heere Nuncle, heres afpirit, helpe 
 me, helpe me. 
 
 Kent. Give me thy hand,who’s there:? 
 
 Foole. A {pirit, a {pirit,he fayes his name’s poere Tom 
 
 Ken, W hat art thou that doft grumble there i’th ftraw? 
 Come forth. 
 
 Edg, Away,the foule Fiend followes me, through the 
 fharpe Hanthorne blow the winds. Humhy goe to thy 
 bed and warme thee, 
 
 Lear. Didit thou give all to thy Daughters? And art 
 thou come tathis? 
 
 Esz. Who gives any thing to poore'Tom? Whom 
 the foule Fiend hath led through Fire,8& through Flame 
 through Sword, and Whirle Poole, ore Bog, and Quag- 
 mire, that hath laid Knives under his Pillow, apd Halters 
 inhis Puc, fet Rate-bane by his Porredge; made him 
 Proud of heart,to ride on a Bay trotting horte,over foure 
 archt Bridges, to courfe his own thadow fora Traitor, 
 Bliffe thy five Wits, Tomsa cold. O do, de,do,de, do, 
 de, bliffechee from W hirle-Winds, Starre-blaftirig, and 
 taking, doe poore Tom fome charity,. whom the foule 
 fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there,and 
 there againe, and there. 
 
 Stornmse Stil. 
 
 Lear. Has bis Daughtersbrought him to this pafle? 
 Could{t thou fave nothing ? Would& thou give em all? 
 
 Foole. Nay, he referv’da Blanket, elfe we had bin all 
 fham’d, 
 
 Lear. Now ali the plagues that ia the pendulous ayre 
 Hang fated ore mens faults, light onthy daughters. 
 
 Kent. He hath no Daughters Sir- 
 
 Lear. Death Traitor, nothing could have fubdu’d 
 To {uch a lownefle, but his unkind Daughters. (Nature 
 Is it the fafhion, that difcarded Fathers, 
 
 Should have thuslittle mercy on their flefh: 
 Iudicious punifhmeat,twas this flefh begor 
 Thofe Pelicane Daughter. 
 
 Edg.Pillicock fat on Pillicock hiil, alow : alow,loo,loo, 
 
 Fool. This cold night wiil turne us all to fooles, and 
 Madmen. 
 
 Edgar. Take heed oth’foule fiend, obey thy “Pa- 
 rents, keepe thy word, juftice,{weare not, commit — 
 
 te with. 
 
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 with mans {worne Spoufe ; et not thy Sweet-heart on 
 proud array. Tem’s acold. 
 Lear. What haft thou bin ? i 
 dg. A Servingman ? Proud in heart,and mind: that 
 curl’d my haire, wore Gloves in my caj he Li 
 } of my Miltris heart, and didthe act of darkeneffe with 
 her. Sworeas many Oathes,as Ifpake words,and broke 
 them in the {weet face of heaven. Oue, that flept in the 
 contriving of Luft, and wak’d to doe it. Wine lov dI 
 deerely, Dice deerely ; and in Woman, out-Paramour d 
 the Turke. Falfeof heart, light of care, bloody hand: 
 Hog ir floth, Foxe in ftealth, Wolfe in grecdinefle, Dog 
 in madneffe,Lion in prey.Let not the creaking of fhooes, 
 Nor the ruftling of Silkes,betray thy poore heart to wo- 
 man. Keepe thy foote out of brothels, thy hand out of 
 Plackets, thy penfrom Lenders Bookes, and defye the 
 foule fiend. Still through the Hauthorae blowes the 
 cold wind :Sayes fuum, mun, nonny,Dolphin my Boy, 
 Boy Sefey: lethimtrotby. —— * Storme fis. 
 Lear. Vhou wert better in a Grave, then to-anfwer 
 with thy uncover'd body, this extremityaofthe Skies. Is 
 man no more thenthis ? Confider him well) Thou owtt 
 the ¥ormeno Silke : the Beaft, no Hide: the Sheepe, no 
 Wooll:. the Cat, no perfume. Ha ? Heres three ons are 
 fophifticared.. Thou art the thing it felfe , unaccomo- 
 dated man, iso more but fuch a poore, bare, forked A- 
 nimall asthou art. Off, off you Lendings : Come, un- 
 button heere, 
 
 Enter Glouceftar, with a Torch. 
 Fool.Prethee Nunckle be contented, tis ananghty night 
 tofwimmein. Now a little fire ina wilde field, were 
 likean old Letchers heart, a fmall fparke, all the reft 
 on’s body, cold : Looke, heere comes a walking fire. 
 Edga. Thisisthe foule Flibbertigibbet ; he begins at 
 Curfew, and walkes at firft Cocke : He gives the Web 
 and the Pin, {quints the eye, and makes the Hare-lippe 5 
 Mildewes the white Wheate, and hurts the poore Crea- 
 tare of earth. 
 Swithold footed thricethe old. 
 He miet the Night-Mare, and her ninefold , 
 Bid heraslight, and her troth-plight, 
 And aroynt thee Witch, aroynt thee, 
 Kent, How fares your grace ? 
 Lear. Whats he? 
 Kent. Whos there? Whit ist you fecke ? 
 Glou. What are you there? Your Names? 
 Edg. Poore Tom, that eates the {wimming Frog, the 
 Toad, the Tod-pole, the wall-Neur, and the water: that 
 in the fury of his heart, when the foule fiend rages, eats 
 Cew-dung for Sallets 3 {wallowesthe old Rat, and the 
 ditch-Dogge: drinkes the green Mantle of the ftanding 
 Poole: whois whipt from Tything to Tything, and 
 ftockt, punifh’d, and imprifon'd: who hath three Suites 
 to his backe, fixe fhirts to his Body : 
 Horfe to ride,and weapon to weare : 
 But Mice, and Rats, and fuch {mall Deare, 
 Have bin Toms food; for feven long yeere: 
 Beware my fcllower. Peace Smulkin, peace thou fiend. 
 Glow, What, hath your Grace no better company ? 
 Edg. The Prince of Darkeneffe is aGentleman.( odo 
 hes calld,and A¢abe, 
 Glex. Our flefhand blood, my Lord, is growne fo vild, 
 that it doth hate what gets it, 
 Edg. Poore Tomsa cold. 
 Glos. Goe in-with me 3 my duty cannot fuffer 
 
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 cap; ferv'd the Luft | And bring you where both fire, and food is ready. 
 
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 | His word wasttill, fie, foh,and fum 
 
 I, 
 
 Tobey in all your daughters hard commands 
 Though their injunction be té barite my doores, 
 And ketthis Tyrannous night take hold npon you, 
 Yet have I ventured to comefeeke you out, 
 
 Lear. Firft let metalke with this Philofopher, 
 What is the canfe of Thunder ? 
 Kent. Good my Lord take his offer, 
 Goe into th’houte. 
 Lear. Ile talke a word with this fame learned Theban: 
 What is your ftudy ? 
 Edg, How toprevent the fiend, and to kill Vermine, 
 Lear. Let measke you oneword in private. 
 Kent. \inportune him once more to goe my Lord, ' 
 His wits begin t'unfettle. bt 
 Glew. Cant thou blame him ? » Storme fil. 
 His Daughters feelce his death : Ah, that good Kent, 
 He faid is would be thus : poore banith’d man ; 
 Thon fayeft the King growes mad, Ile tell thee friend 
 I amalmoft mad my felfe, I had a Sonne, 
 Now out-law’d from my blood ; he fought my life 
 But lately : very late : I lov’d him (friend ) 
 No father his Sonne deerer : true to tell thee, 
 The gricfe hath craz’d my wits. What anighits this? 
 I doe befeech your grace. ; 
 Lear. O cry youmercy, Sir : 
 Noble Philofopher, yeur company- 
 Edg. Toms a cold. 
 Glou.In fellow there, into th'Hovell;keep thee watme } 
 Lear. Come, lets in all. 
 _ Kent. This way, my Lord. 
 Lear. Withhim ; 
 I will keepe {till with my Philofopher. 
 Kent. Good my Lord, {ooth him: 
 Let him take the fellow. 
 Glow. Take him you on. 
 Kent. Sirra, come on : goe along withus. 
 Lear. Come, good Athenian. 
 Glox. No words, no words, hufh. 
 Ede. Child Rowlandtothe darke Tower came, 
 
 I {mell the blood of 2 Brittifh man. Exennts 
 
 Scena Quinta, 
 
 Enter Cornwak, and Edmund. 
 
 Corn. I will have my revenge, ere] depart hishoufe. 
 
 Baft. How my Lord, Imay becenfured, that Nature } 
 thus gives way to Loyalty , fomething feares me t0 
 thinke of. 
 
 Cornw. Inow perceive, it was not altogether yout 
 Brothers evill difpofition made him feeke his death + but 
 aprovoking merit feta worke by a reprovable badnefie 
 in himfelfe. 
 
 Bait. How malicious is my fortune, that 1 muft re- 
 pentto be juft? This is the Letter which he {poke of ; 
 which approves him an intelligent party to the advanta- 
 gesof France. © Heavens ! that this Treafon were 20ts | 
 or not I the detector. 
 
 Corn. Goe with me tothe Dutchefle. 
 
 Bast. 1f the matter of this Paper be certafhe,you have 
 mighty bufineffe in hand. oe 
 
 orn. | 
 
Corn, True or falfe, it hath made thee Earle of Glou- 
 cefter : feeke out where thy father is, that he may bee 
 ready for our apprehenfion. 
 
 Bas.. If find him comforting the King, it will ftaffe 
 his fupition more fully. I will perfever in my courfe of 
 Loyalty, though the conflict be fore betweene that and 
 my blood. 
 
 Corm. \ willlay trtift upon thee; and.thou fhalt finde 
 a deere father inmy Love. Excunt. 
 
 Scaéna Sexta. 
 
 Enter Kent, and Gloucefter. 
 
 Glon.. Here's better then the open ayre,take it thank- 
 fully : I will peece out the comfort with what addition I 
 can : 1 will not be long from you. Exit. 
 
 Kent. All the power of his wits, have given way to his 
 impatience : the gods reward your kindnefle. 
 
 Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool, 
 
 Edga. Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Nero isan Ang- 
 ler inthe Lake of Darknefle : pray innocent, and beware 
 the foule fiend. 
 
 Foole. Prethee Nunkletell me, whether a madman be 
 a Gentlemen, or 2 Yeoman. 
 
 Lzar, A King, a King. 
 
 Foole, No,he’sa Yeoman, that has a Gentleman to | 
 bis Sonne : for hes amad Yeoman that fees his Sonne a 
 Gentleman before him: 
 
 Lear. To have athoufand with red burning {pits 
 
 Come hizzing in upon’em.- | 
 
 Edga. Blefle thy five wits. 
 _ Kent. O pitty :Sir, where is the patience now 
 That you fo oft have boaftedto retaine ? 
 Edga, My teares begin to take his part fo much; 
 They marre my counterfctting. 
 Lear. The little dogges, and all; 
 Trey, Blanch, and Su eet-heart : fee, they barke at me, 
 Edga. Yom will throw his head atthem: Avaunt you 
 Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white : 
 Tooth tharpoyfonsificbite> 
 Mattiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim; 
 Hound or Spanicli, Brache, or Hym < 
 Or Bobraile tight, or Troudle taile, 
 Tom will make him weepe and wale, 
 For with throwing thus my head; 
 Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled. | 
 Do, de, de, de : fefe ; Come, march to W: akes and Faires, | 
 
 And Market Townes:poore Tom thy horne is dry. Exit. 
 Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regaw : See what 
 breedsabout her heart. Isthere any caufe in Nature that 
 make thefe hard-heartse You fir, I entertaine for one of 
 my hundred;onely I doe not like the fafhion of your gar- 
 ments. You'wifl fay they are Perfian; but let them be 
 6 Enter Gloster. vs 
 Kent. Now good my Lord, lye heere, and réft awhile. 
 Lear. Make nonoife, make no noyfe, draw the Cur- 
 taines : fo, 0. we'll goe tofupper ith’morning. 
 Foole. And Ile goe to bed at noone. 
 Glou. Come hither friend ; 
 Where is the King my Matter ? ae) 
 Kent. Here Sir but trouble him not,his witsare gone. 
 
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 Glo. Good friend, I prethee take him in thy armes, 
 I have oreheard a plot of death upon him: 
 Thereis a Litter rea dy, lay himin’t, 
 And drive toward Dover friend ,where thou fhalt meete 
 Both welcome, and protection. Take up thy Matter, 
 If thou fhouldft dally halfe an houre, his life 
 Withthine, and ail that offer to defend him, 
 Stand in afluredloffe. Take up, take up, 
 And follow me, that will to fome provifion 
 
 | Give thee quicke conduc. Come, come, away. Exennt, 
 
 Scana Septima. 
 
 Enter (Cornwall, Regan, Gonersil, Baftard, 
 cand Servants. 
 
 Corn. Polte {ptedily tomy Lord your husband, fhew 
 him this Lettepfehe Army of France is landed : feekeout 
 the Traitor Glofter, 
 
 Reg. Hang him inftantly. 
 
 Gon; Plucke out his eyes. 
 
 Corn. Leavehimto my. difpleafue. Edmund, keepe 
 you our Sifter company : the revenges weare bound to 
 take upon your Traitorous father, are not fit for your 
 behoiding, Advifethe Duke where you. are going, toa 
 mott feftinate preparation : we are bound to the like.Our 
 Poftes fhallbe fwift,-and intelligent betwixt us. Fare- 
 well deere Sifter, farewell my Lord of Gloffér. 
 
 Enter Steward, 
 How now? Wheresthe King ? 
 
 Stew. My Lord ofGlotter hath convey'd him hence. 
 Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights 
 Hot Queftriftsafter him, met him at gate, 
 
 Who, withfome other of the Lords dependants, 
 Are gone with him toward Dover; where they boatt - 
 To have well armed friends. 
 
 Corn. Get horfes for your Miftris. 
 
 Gow, Farewell {weet Lord, and Sifter, Exit, 
 
 (orn. Edmund farewell; goefeekethe Traitor Glofter, 
 Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him beforeus: 
 Though well we may not paffe upon histife 
 Without the forme of Iuftice : yet our power 
 Shall doea cart fie to our wrath, which men 
 May blame, but norcomprtroil. 
 
 Enter Gloucefter, ana Servants. 
 Whosthere ? the Traitor ? 
 Reg. Ingratefuil Fox, tis He. 
 Corn. Binde faft his corky armés. 
 low. \WWhat meanes your Graces ? 
 Good my friends confider youare my Ghefts: 
 Doe me no foule play; friends, 
 
 Corn. BindehimI fay. . 
 
 Reg. Hard,hard : O filthy Traitor: 
 
 Gla. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, Ime rione. 
 
 Corn. To this Chaire bind him, 
 
 Villaine, thon fhalt finde. 
 
 Ghu. By the kinde gods, tis moft ignobly done 
 To plucke me by the Beard. 
 
 Reg. So white, and fuch a Traitor ¢ 
 
 Glow. Naughty Lady, 
 
 Thefe haires which thoy doft ravith from my chia 
 
 Will quicken aud accufethee. Iam your Holt, 
 
 With Robbers hands, my hofpitable favours 
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 You fhoald not ruffle thus: What will you doe 
 (orn. Come Sir. 
 What Letters had you late from France ? 
 Reg. Be fimple anfwer'd,tor we know the truth. 
 Corn. And what conf ederacy have you with the Tral- 
 tors, late footed in the Kingdome ? 
 Reg. To whole hands 
 You have fent the Lunaticke King : fpeake. 
 Glon. 1 have a Letrer gueflingly fet downe 
 Which came from one thats ofa newtrall heart, 
 And not from 6ne oppos'd. 
 Corsx. Cunning: 
 Reg. And falfe. : 
 Corn, Where haftthou feat the King ? 
 Glow. To Dover- 
 Reg. Whereforeto Dover ? 
 Was't thou not charg’d at peril. 
 Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him anfwer that. 
 Glow. Lam tyedto th’Stake, . 
 And I mutt ftand the Courfe: 
 Reg. Whereforeto Dover? 
 Jo. Becaute I would not fee thy-cruell Nailes 
 Plucke cut his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sifter, 
 In his Annointed flefh, fticke boarith phangs. 
 The Sea, with fucha ftortne as his bare head, 
 In hell-blacke-night indur’d, would have buoy’d up 
 And quench’d the Stelled fires : 
 Yet poore old heart; he holpe the heavensto raine. 
 If Wolves had at thy Gate howl’d that {terne time, 
 Thou fhouldft have faid, goed Porter turne the Key : 
 All Cruels elfe fubfcribe : but I fhall fee 
 The winged Vengeance overtake fach Children. 
 Corn. Seet fhalt thounever.Fellowes hold the Chaire. 
 Vpon thefe eyesof thine, Ile fet my foote. 
 Glo, He that will thinke to live; till he be old, 
 Give me fomé helpe, ——O cruel 1'O you gods. 
 Reg. One fide willmocke another : Th’orher too. 
 (orn. Ifyou fee vengeance. 
 Serv. Hold your hand, my Lord? 
 Ihave ferv’d you ever fince I wasa Child : 
 But better fervice have I never done you, 
 Then now to bid you hold. 
 Reg. How now, you dogge? 
 Ser. Ifvou did wearea beard upon your chin, 
 Ild thake it on this quarrell- What doe you meane ? 
 (orn. My Villaine ? 
 Serv.Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. 
 Reg. Give me thy Sword. A pezant ftand up thas ? 
 Killes hiw. 
 Ser, OhL am Maine : my Lord, you have one eye left 
 To fee fome mi(chiefe on him. Oh. 
 (orn. Leftit fee more, prevent it ; Ont vilde gelly : 
 } Where isthy lufter now ? 
 Glow. All darke and comfortleffe ? 
 Wheres my Sonne Edmund ? 
 & dmeund, enkindleall the fparkes of Nature 
 To quit this horrid acte. . 
 Reg. Out treacherous Villaine, 
 Thou call’ft on him; that hatesthee, It was he 
 That made the overture of thy Treafons touss, 
 Who is too good to pitty thee, 
 Glon. O my follies ‘then Edgar was abus’d, 
 Kind gods, forgive me that, and profper hime! 
 Reg. Goe thruft him out at gates, and let him fmell 
 His way to Dover. . Exit with Glofter. 
 How is’t my Lord ? How looke you? . 
 
 The Tragedy of K ing Lear. 
 
 | Our meanes fecure us, and our meere defects 
 | Prove our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar, 
 
 : 
 
 { Corn. I have receiv’da hurt: Follow me Lady: 
 Turne out that eyeleffe Villaine : throw this Slave 
 Vpon the Dunghill ; Regen 51 bleed apace, 
 Vntimely comes this hurt. Give meyour arme. Exennt, 
 
 Aétus Quartus. Scena ‘Prima, 
 
 Enter Edgar. 
 Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne tobe contemn’d, 
 Then ftill contemn’d and flatter’d, to be worft: 
 The loweft, and moft dejec thing of Fortune, 
 Stands till in efperance, lives not in feare « 
 The lamentable change is from the beft, 
 The worft returnes to laughter. Welcome then, 
 Thou unfubftantiall ayre that I embrace : 
 The wretch that thou haft blowne unto the worft, 
 Owes nothing to thy blafts. 
 Enter Glowfter, andan Oldman. 
 But who comes heere ? My Father poorely led 2 
 World, World,O World ! 
 But that thy ftrange mutations make us hate thee, 
 Life would not yeeld to age. 
 Olam. O my good Lord, I have beene your Tenant, 
 And your Fathers Tenant, thefe fourefcore yeeress 
 Glow. Away, getthce away : good friend begone, . 
 Thy comforts can doe meno good atall, 
 Theethey may hurt. 
 Oldm. You cannotfee your way+ 
 Glon. I haveno way, and therefore want noeyess 
 I fumbled when I faw- Full oft tis feene; 
 
 | The food of thy abufed fathers wrath : 
 Might I butlive to fee thee in my touch, 
 IId tay I had eyes againe. 
 Oldm. How now ? whos there? 
 Edg. O gods! Who ist can fay Lamat wort? 
 Iam worfethenetreI was.” 
 Oldm. Tis poore mad Tom- 
 Edg. And worfe I may be yet: the worltisnot, — 
 Se long as wecan fay this isthe wortt. 
 Oldm. Fellow, where goeit ? 
 Glu. Is ita Beggar-man ? 
 Oldm. Madman, and beggar too. 
 Glow. He has fome reafon, elfe he conld not beg. 
 Ith’laft nights ftorme, I fucha fellow faw 5 
 Which made me thinke a Man,a Worme. My Sonne 
 Came then into my mind, and yet my mind 
 Was then fcarfe Friends with him. 
 I have heard more fince: 
 As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we fo th’gods, 
 They kill us for their {port. 
 Edg. How fhould their be ? 
 Bad isthe Trade that mutt play to foole forrow, 
 Ang’ring ir felfe,and others. Bleffe thee Mafters 
 Glow. 1s that the naked fellow ? 
 Oldm. I my Lord: 
 Glow. Get thee away  iffor my fake 
 Thou wilt ore-take us hence a mile or twaine 
 ’th’'way toward Dover, doe it for ancient love, 
 And bring fome covering for this naked Soule, 
 Which Ile intreate to leade me. 
 Oldm. Alacke fir, he is mad. 
 
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Glow, Tis the times plague, 
 When Madmen leade the blinde : 
 Doeas I bidthee, or rather doe thy pleafure : 
 Above the reft, be gone. 
 Oldm. Ile bring himthe Beft Parrell that 1 have 
 Com on’t, what will, Exit: 
 Glow. Sirrah, naked fellow. 
 Eag. Poore Tom’sacolds I cannot daub it further. 
 Glow. Come hither fellow. 
 Edg. ‘And yet I mutt: 
 Blefle thy {weet eyes, they bleed. 
 Glox. Knowtt thou the way to Dover? : 
 Edg, Both ftyle, and gate , horfeway, and foot-path : 
 poore Tom hath bin {carr’d out of his good wits. : Bleffe 
 thee-good mansfonne, fromthe foule fiend. _ (plagues 
 Glon. Here take this purfe, thou whom the heav’ns 
 Have humbied to all ftrokes : thar lam wretched 
 Makes thee the happier : heavens deale fo ftili: 
 Let the fuperfluous, and Luft-dieted man, 
 That flaves your ordinance, that will not fee 
 Becaufe he do’s not fecle, feele your power quickly : 
 Se diftribution fhould undoe excefie, 
 And each man have enough. Doft thou know Dover ? 
 Edg. 1 Matter. 
 Giow, Thereisa Cliffe, whofe high and bending head 
 Lookes fearefully inthe confined Deepe: 
 Bring me but tothe very brimme of it, 
 And Ilerepayre the mifery thou doft beare 
 With fomething rich about me : from that place,” * 
 I {hall no leading neede. 
 Edg. Give me thy arme ; 
 
 Poore Tom fhall leade thee. Exeunt. 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Gonerill,Bafard, aud Stewards 
 Gon. Welcome my Lord, marvell our mild husband 
 Not met us on the waye Now, wheres your Matter? 
 Stew. Madam within, but never man {ochang’d 
 I told him’of the Army that was Landed: 
 He {mil’d at it. Itold him you were comming, 
 His anfwer was; the worfe. Of Glofters Treachery, 
 And of the loyall Service of his Sonne 
 When | inform’d him, then he call’d me Sot, 
 And told me I had turn’d the wrong fide out : 
 What moft he fhould diflike, feemes pleafant to him ; 
 What like, offenfive. 
 on, Then fhall you goe no further. 
 Itis the Cowith terror of his {pirit 
 That dares not undertake : heell not feele wrongs 
 Which tye him to ananfwer 3 our wifhes onthe way 
 May proveefiects. Backe Edmund to my Brother, 
 Haften bis Mufters, and conduct his powers. 
 I mutt change namesat home, aud give the Diftafte 
 Into my Husbands hands. This trufty Servant 
 Shall peffe betweeneus : ere long you are like to heare 
 (If yeu dare venture in your owne behalfe ) 
 AMiftreffes command. Weare this ; {pare fpeech, 
 Decline your head. This kiffe, ifit durit {peake, 
 Would ftretch thy Spiritsup into the ayre : 
 Conceive, and fare thee well. 
 Bast, Yours in the rankes of death. Exit. 
 Gon. My moft deere Glofter. 
 
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 Oh, the difference of man, and man; 
 To theea Womans fervices are due. 
 My foole ufurpes my'body. i 
 Stew, Madam, heere comes my Lords 
 ‘Enter Albany. 
 
 Gen. I have beene worth the whiftle, 
 
 Alba, Ob Gonerill. 
 
 Youare not worth the'daft whichthe rude winde 
 Blowes in your face. 
 
 Gon. Milke+Liver’d man, 
 
 That bearftacheeke for blowes,a head for wrongs 
 Who haft not in thy browes an eyeedifcerning, 
 Thine honor, from thy fuffering: is 
 
 Albay Scethy telfe divell: 
 
 Proper deformity feemes not in the fiend 
 So horrid as in woman, 
 Gow. Oh yaine foole. 
 ‘Entera Meffenger. 
 
 Aff. Oh my good Lord, the'Duke of Cormmalls dead 
 Slaine by his Servant, going to put out : 
 The other eye of Glofier. ©” 
 
 Alba, Giokters eyes | 
 
 Mel. A Servantthathe bred, thrill’d with remorfe 
 Oppos'd againft theat : bending his Sword : 
 To his great Mafter, who,chereat enrag’d 
 Flew on‘him, and amongft them fell’d him dead 
 But hot without chat harmefull ftroke; which finte 
 Hath pluckt him after. 
 
 Alva, This fhewes yon are above 
 You Iuftices,tharthefe our nethererimes 
 So fpeedily can venge. But(O poore Glofter) 
 
 Lott he his other eye ? 
 
 Mef, Both, both, my Lord. 
 
 This Letter Madam, cravesa {peedy anfwer s 
 Tis from your Sifter, : 
 
 Gon. One way'l like this well, 
 Bue being widdow, and my Glofter with heg, 
 May all the building in my fancy placke 
 Vpon my hatefull life.“ Another way 
 The Newesis notfo tart. Ie read, and anfwer. 
 : Alba, W herewas his Sonne, 
 
 Whenthey did take his eyes ? 
 Mef. Come with my Lady hither. 
 Alba. He is not heere. 
 Meff. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe. 
 Alba. Knowes he the wickediiefle 2 
 
 Meg. I my good Lard:twas he inforin’d againft him 
 And quit the houfe on purpofe, that their punifhment 
 Might have the freer courte. 
 
 Al, Glofter, I live 
 Tothanke thee for the love thou fhewdft the King 
 And to revengethine eyes. Come hither friend “3 
 Tell me what morethou knowft, Esewue, 
 
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 Scena Tertia, 
 
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 PR nore, 
 
 Enter with Drum and (olours, Cordelia, Gentlemen, 
 ana Sorsldionrs, 
 
 Cord. Alacke,tis he : why he was met even now 
 As madas the.vext Sea, fiuging alowd, 
 Crown’d withranke¥Fenitar, and turrow weeds, 
 With Hardokes, Hemlocke, Nettles, Cuckoo flowtes, 
 ct 3 Darnell} 
 
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 Darnell, and all the idle weedes that grow 
 In our fultaining Corne. A Centery iend forth ; 
 Search every Acre in the high-growne field, 
 And bring him to our eye.. What can mans wifedome 
 Inthe reftoring his bereaved Senfe: he that helpes him, 
 Take all my outward worth, 
 
 Gent. Thereis meanes Madam : 
 Our fofter Nurfe of Nature, isrepofe, 
 The which he lackes : that to provoke in him 
 Are many Simples operative, whofe power 
 87 ill clofe the eyeof Angnifh, 
 
 Cord. All bleft Secrets, 
 All you unpublith’d Vertues of the earth 
 Spring with my teares ; be aydant, and remediate 
 In the goodmans defires : feeke, fecke for him; 
 Left his ungovern d rage, diffolue the lite 
 That wants the meanes to leade it. 
 
 Enter Meffenger. 
 
 Mel. Newes Madam, >. 
 The Brittifh Powersare marching hitherward. 
 
 Cord. Tisknowne before. Our preparation. ftands 
 Inexpectation of them. O deere father, 
 It is thy bufineffechat I go about: therefore great France 
 My mourning and importun’d ceares hath pittied : 
 Noblowne Ambition doth our Armes incite, 
 But love, deere love, and our ag’d Fathers Rite: 
 Seone may I heare, andfee him. Exeunt. 
 
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 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter Regan, and Steward. 
 
 Reg. Butare my Brothers Powers fet forth? 
 Stew. I Madam, 
 Reg. Himtelfe in perfon there ? 
 Stew, Madam with much adoe 
 Your Sifter isthe better Souldier. , 
 Reg.Lord Edmund {pake not with your Lord at home ; 
 Stew. No Madam. ae ae 
 Reg What might import my Sifters Letter to him ? 
 Stew. I now not, Lady. oN 
 Reg. Faith he is poalted hence on {erious matter : 
 It was great ignorance. Glonufters eyes being out 
 To let him live. Where he artives,he moves - 
 All heartsagainft us : Edewnd, | thinke is gone 
 In pitty of his mifery, to difpatch 
 His nighted life: Moreover to defery 
 The ftrength oth’Eneiy. 
 Stew. I multneedsafter him, Madam, with my Letter. 
 Reg. Our troopes fet forth to morrow, ftay with us : 
 The wayes are dangerous. 
 Stew, I may not Madam: 
 My Lady charg’d my duty inthis bufineffe. 
 Reg. Why fhould fhe write to Edmund ? 
 Might not you traa{port her purpofes by word ? Belike, 
 Some things, I know not what. Ile love thee much 
 Let me unfeale the Letter. . 
 Stew. Madam, [ had rather: 
 Reg. I know your Lady do’s not Love her husband, 
 lam {ure of that :and at her late being here, 
 She gave ftrange Iliads, and mott {peaking lookes 
 To Noble Edmund. I know youare of her bofome. 
 Siew. (Madam? _ rae 
 
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 Reg. I {peake in underftanding > Y’are :Iknow’t, 
 Therefore I doe advife you take thisnote: 
 My Lord is dead : Edmund, and I have talk’d, 
 And more convenient is he for my hand 
 Then for your Ladies : You may gather more: 
 If you doe find him, pray you give him this; 
 And when your Miftris hearesthus much feom you, 
 I pray ‘defire her cail her wifedome to her. 
 So fare you well : be 
 If you doe chance to heare of that blinde Traitor, 
 Preferment fais on’him, that cuts him off, 
 Stew. Would I couid meet hina Madam,I fhould thew 
 Whar party I doe follow. 
 Reg. Fare thee wells 
 
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 Scena Quinta. 
 
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 Enter Gloucefter, and Edgar. , 
 Glow. When {hail 1 come to th’top of that fame hill? 
 dg. Youdoe climbe up it now.Looke how we labour. 
 Glow. Methinkes the ground is cevens 
 Edg. Horrible ftcepe. 
 Hear ke, doe you hears the Sea? 
 Gln. No truly. ‘ 
 Edg. Why then your other Senfes grow imperfect 
 By your eyesanguifh, 
 Glow. So may it be indeed. ete 
 Mg thinkes thy voyceisalter’d, and-thon fpeak’tt 
 In better phrafe, end matter then thou didit. 
 Edg. Y’are much deceiv'd 3 in nothing am J chang'd 
 Butin my Garments. 
 Glow. Methinkesy’are better fpoken. 
 Edg. Come onSir, 
 Heeres the place : ftand ftill: how fearefull 
 And dizyatis, to caft ones eyes fo low, ; 
 The Crowes and Choughes, that wing the midway ayre 
 Shéw fearfe fo groffe as Beetles. Halfe way downe 
 Hangs one that gathers Sampire + dreadfuil Trade: 
 Me chink¢s he fecines no bigger then his heads 
 The Fifherinen, that walk’d upon the beach 
 Appeare like Mice : aud yond tall Anchoring Barke, 
 Diminifh’d to her Cocke : her Cocke,a Buoy 
 Almott too {mall for fight. The musmuring Surge, 
 That on th’'unnumbred idie Pebble chafes 
 Cannot be heard to high. Heiooke no more, 
 Left my braine rurne, and the deficient fight 
 Toppie downe headlong. 
 Glow, Set me where you ftand, 
 €dg. Give me your hand? 
 You are now withina toote oftWextreme Verge: 
 For all beneath the Moone would I not leape upright. 
 Gion. Let goe my hand : 
 Heere friends another pur‘é : in it, a Jewell 
 Weil worth 4 poore mans taking. Fairies, and gods 
 Profper it withthee, Goe thou further off, 
 Bid me farewell,and let me heare thee going: 
 Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir. 
 Gls. With all my heart. # 
 Edg. Why I doe trifie chus with his defpaire, 
 Is done to cureit. 
 Glow. O you mighty gods! - a 
 This world I doe renounce, and in your fights dale 
 
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 Shake patiently my great affliction off ; 
 It I could beare iclonger, and not fall 
 To quarreil with your.great oppoteleffe willes, 
 My tauff:, aad loathed part of Nature fhould 
 Burae ic felfe out. If Edgar live, O blefle him ; 
 Now feiiow fare thee wells 
 Edg. Good Sir, farewell. 
 And yet I know not how conceit may rob 
 The Treature of life, when life it felte 
 Yeelds tothe Theft. Had he bin where he thought, 
 By this had thought bin paft. Alive, or dead ? 
 Hoa, you Sirs friend, here you Sir, {peake 
 Thus migh: he paffe indeed : yet he xeviues. 
 What arr you Sir? 
 Giom. Away, and let me dye. 
 Eag. Hacit thou beene ought 
 But Gozemore, feathers and Ayre, 
 (So many fachome.downe precipitating) 
 Thoudit fhiver’d like an Egge : butthou doft breath : 
 Haft heavy {ubfiance, bleed{t not, fpeakft, art found. 
 
 Lear.. Paffe. 
 
 Gloa. I know that voyce. 
 
 Lear.Ha | General with a white beard ? They flatter’d 
 me like a Dogge, and told me I had the white haires in 
 my Beard, ere the blacke oneswere there. To fay I, and 
 no, to every thing that | faid: I, and no too,was no good 
 Divinity. Whenthe raine came to wet me once, and 
 wind to make me chatter: when the Thunder would not 
 peace at my bidding, there I found em,thereI {melt em 
 out. Goe to, they are not men otheir. words; they told 
 me, I was every thing:Tis a Lye, lam not Agu-proofe. 
 
 Glow. The tricke of that voyce, I doe well remember : 
 Is’tnot the King 2 
 
 Lear, 1, every inch a King. 
 When I doe ftare, fee how the fubject quakes, 
 I pardon that manslife. What wasthy caufe? 
 Adultery ? thou fhalt nor dye ¢ dye for Adultery ? 
 No, the Wren goesteo’t, and the {mall gilded Flye 
 Do’s letcher in my fight. Let Copulation thrive : 
 For Gloufters baftard Son was kinder to his father, 
 
 t Ten Matts at each, make not the altitude Then my Daughters gor’tweene the lau full fheets. 
 Which thou haft perpendicularly fell, Too’t Luxury pell-mell, for Llacke Sonldiers. 
 
 Thy lifes a Miracle.. Speake yet againe. Behold yond fimpring Dame, whofe face betweene her 
 
 a Glox. But have I falne, or no ? Forkes prefages Snow;that minces Vertue,and dos fhake 
 
 Edg. From the dread Summet of thisChalky Bourne | the head to, heare of pleafuresname. The Fitchew, nor 
 Looke up a height, the fhrill-gor’d Larke fo farre the foyled horfe goes too’t with a more riotous appe - 
 Cannot be feene, or heaid : Doe butleoke up. tite: downe from the wafte they are Centaures, thoagh 
 
 Glow. Aiacke, I have noeyes: Womenallabove : but tothe Girdle doe the gods inhe- 
 
 ; Is wretchednefle depriv’d that benefit rit, beneath is all the fiends. Theres hell; theres darke- 
 
 Wg To end it felfe by death? Twas yet fome comfort, neffe,there is the fulphurous pit;burning,fcalding, ftench, 
 When mifery couldbeguile the Tyrants rage, contumption : Fye, fie, fie ; pah, pah : Give mea Ounce 
 
 ; And frultzate his'proud will. of Civet ;good Apothecary {weéeten my imagination ; 
 
 lig €dg. Giveme yourarme. Theres money for thee. 
 
 f Vp, io : How is’t? Feele you your Legges? You ftand. Glo. O let mekiffe that hand. 
 
 i\0 Giox. Too well, too well. Lear. Let me wipe it firft, 
 
 Edg. This isabove all ftrangenefic, 
 Vpon the crowne oth’ Cliffe. What thing was that 
 Which parted from you ? 
 
 Glow. A poore unfortune Beggar. 
 
 de. Asi ftood here below, me thought his eyes 
 Weretwo full Moones: he hada thouf{and Notes, 
 Hornes wealk’d, and waved likethe enraged Sea $ 
 
 1 Ic was fome fiend : Therefore thou happy father, 
 
 Thinke that the cleereft gods, who make them honors, 
 Of mens Impoflibilities, have preferved thee. 
 hon. Udoeremember now ; henceforth Ile beare 
 
 It fmelles of Mortality. 
 
 Glow. Oruin’d peece of Nature, this great world 
 Shail fo weare outto naught. 
 
 Do’ft thou know me? 
 
 Lear. Lremember thine eyes well enough: doft thon 
 fquiny at me ? No, doc thy worft blind Cupid, Me not 
 love. Reade thou this challenge, marke bat the penning 
 of it. 
 
 Gla. Wereallthy Letters Sunnes, { could riot fee. 
 
 Edg. I would not take this from report, 
 
 It is, and my heart breakesat it. 
 
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 J icti \Lirdoe cry out.it felfe CAT¢ INGA 
 i Affliction, till itdoe ¢ + That thing you {peake of, Glow. What withthe Cafe of eyes ? 
 yf Enough; enough, and dy Ce at toning y Pp > : . 3 : 
 yy Itoole wt for atnan : often'twould fay Lear, Ob ho, are you there with me?No eyesin your 
 Thefi Z d. the Fiend, he led me to that place. head, nor ao mony in your purfe? Your eyesarein a hea- 
 i Ed gen free and patient thoughts. vy cafe, your purfein alight, yet you tee how this world 
 é Ener Lear. goes. oi aia 
 But whocomes heere @ Glon. 1 fee it feelingly. fee} hi =: 
 s+ fenfe willne’re accommodate Lear. What,art mad? A man may fee how this world 
 eres recent ae goes, with noeyese Looke with thine caress See how 
 ‘ft is Matter . : 7 ; ice raile [ J imple theefe. Hearke i 
 if h me for crying» 1am the | yond Luftice railes upon yond amp ; ke in 
 P Lear. Rip, thy cannot touc ys thine eare : Change places, arid handy-dandy, whichis 
 | ere fide-piercing fight ! the Iuftice, which is the theefe:. Thon haft-{eene a Far. 
 . Be es fad 7 
 in iiss Natures above Art, in that refpect. Theres your | mers dogge barke at a Beggar ? 
 we Preffe-money. That fellow handles his bow,likeaCrow- | Glos. I Sir. 
 | a d ‘ me a Cloathiers yard. Looke, looke, 4 Lear. And the Creature tun from the Cur: there thou 
 ‘ pee eace, this peece of toafted Cheefe will mightft behold the great image ot Authority, a Dogg's 
 Monufe : peace, peace, obey’d in Oilice. Thou, Rafcall Beadle,’ hold thy bloody 
 
 3 ty lle prove 1 Gyant. 
 doo’t. Theres my Gauntlet, Ile prove it on 2 Ma) 
 
 Bring u ne 
 clout, ith’clout : Hewgh. Give the words 
 
 Edg. Sweet Mariorame 
 
 the browne Billes. O well fowne Bird: ith 
 
 hand: why doft thou lafh that W bore ?Strip thy owne 
 backe, thon hotly tuftsto ufe her inthat kind,for which 
 thou whipft her. The Vfurer bangs the Cozener- Tho- 
 
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rough tatter’d cloathes great Vices doe appeare : Robes, 
 and furr’d gownes hide all. Place finnes with gold, and 
 the ftrong Lance of juitice, hurclefle breakes: Armeit in 
 1 agges,a Pigmics {traw does pierce it. None does offend, 
 none, I fay none, Ile able em; take that of me my friend, 
 who have the power tofeale th’aceufers lips. Get thee 
 glafle-eyes, and like a {curvy Politician, feemeto fee the 
 things thou doft not. Now,now, now, now. Pull off my 
 Bootes: harder, harder, fo. 
 Edga. O matter, and impertinency mixt, 
 Reafon in Madnefle. : 
 Lear. If thou wilt weepe my fortunes, take my eyes. 
 I know thee well enough, thy name isGlofter : 
 Thou mutt be patient ; we came crying hither : 
 Thou knowtt. the firft time that we {mell the Ayre 
 We wawle, and cry. I will preach to thee : Marke 
 Glow. Alacke, alacke the day. 
 Lear. When weare borne, we cry that we are come 
 Tothisgreat {tage of fooles. This a good blocke : 
 It were adclicate ftratagemto fhooc _ 
 A Troope of horfe with telt : Ile put’t in proofe, 
 And when I have ftolne upon thele Sonnes in Lawes: 
 Then kill, kili, kill, kill, kill, kill. 
 Enter a Gentleman. 
 Gent. Oh heerehe is : lay hand upon him, Sir. 
 Your moft deere Daughter--— 
 Lear. Norefcuc ? What, a Prifoner ? I ameven 
 The Natarall Foole of fortune. V{e me well, 
 You fhall have ranfome. Let me have Surgeons, 
 Iam cut toth’Braines. 
 Gent. You thall have any thing. 
 Lear. No Seconds? Ali my felfe ? 
 Why, this would make a man,a man of Sale; 
 To ufe his cies for Garden water-pots.I will die bravely, 
 Like afmugge Bridegroome. What? I will be loviall : 
 Come, come, [am a King. Mafters, know youthat ? 
 Gent. Youare a Royali one,and we obey you. : 
 Lear, Then theres lifein't. Come, and you getit, 
 You fhall get it by running : Sa, fa, fa, fa, Exit, 
 Gent. A fight moft pittifull in the meaneft wretch, 
 Patt {peaking of ina King. Thou hafta Daughter 
 Who redeemes Nature from the generall curfe 
 Whichtwaine have brought her to. 
 Edg. Haile gentle Sir. 
 Gent. Sir, {peed you : whatsyour will? 
 Edg. Doe you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward. 
 Gent. Moft fure, aud vulgar : 
 Every one heares that, which can diftinguifh found. 
 Edg. Butby your favour : 
 How neeres the other Army ? 
 Gent, Neere, and on {peedy foot : the maine difery 
 Stands on the hourely thought. 
 Edg. I thanke you Sir, thats all. 
 Gent. Though that the Queene on fpeciall caufe is here 
 Her Army is mov’d on. Exit, 
 Edg. I thanke youSir. 
 Ghx. Youcver gentle Gods, take my breath from me, 
 Let not my worfer Spirit tempt me againe 
 To dye before you pleafe. 
 Edg. Well pray you Father. 
 Glow, Now good fir, whatare you ? : 
 Edg A moft poore man,madetame to Fortunes blowes 
 Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling forrowes, 
 Am pregnant to good pitty. Give me your hand, 
 Ile leade yeu to fome biding. 
 Glow. Hearty thankes : 
 
 ~The Lear, 
 
 The bounty, and the benizon of heaven 
 Toboot, and boot. 
 Enter Steward: 
 
 Stew. A proclaim’d prize: moft happy: 
 That eyelefie head of thine, was firftfram’d flefh 
 To raife my fortunes. Thou old, unhappy Traitor, 
 Bricfely thy felfe remember : the Sword is out 
 That muft deftroy thee. 
 
 Glow. Now let thy friendly hand 
 Put {trengthenough too’. 
 
 Stew. Wherefore, bold Pezant," 
 
 Darft thou fupport apubtith’d Traitor ? Hence, 
 Left that th’infection of his fortune take 
 Like hold on thee. Let goe hisarme. 
 Edg. Chill not let goe Zir, 
 Without vurther cation. 
 
 Stew. Let goe Slave, or thon dy’ft. 
 
 Edg. Good Gentleman goe your igate, and let poore 
 voike paffe : and ’chud ha’bin zwagged out of my life, 
 twouldnot ha’bin zolong as tis, by a vortnight. Nay, 
 come not neere th’old maa: keepeout che vor’ye, or ice 
 try whither your Coftard, or my Ballow be the harder ; 
 chill be plaine with you. 
 
 Stew. Out Dunghill. 
 
 Edg. Chill‘picke your teeth Zir : come, no matter vor 
 your foynes. eae 
 
 Stew. Slave thou haft flaine mesvillaine,take my purle ; 
 Ifever thou wilt thrive, bury my body, 
 
 And give the Letters which thou findftabout me, 
 
 To Edmund Earle of Glofter : {eeke him out : 
 
 Vpon the Englifh party. Oh untimely death, death.! 
 Edg. 1 know thee well. A ferviceable Villaine, 
 
 As duteous to the vices of thy Miftris, 
 
 As badneffe would defire. 
 
 Glo. What, is he dead > ‘ 
 
 Eag. Sit youdowne Father: reft you. 
 
 Lets{ee thefe Pockets ; the Letters that he fpeakesof - 
 May be my friends; he’s dead; Iam onely torry 
 He had no other Deathfinan. Let us fee : 
 Leave gentle waxe, and manners ;: biame us not 
 To know our enemies mindes, we rip their hearts, 
 Their Papers are more lawful. 
 Reads the Letter. 
 L Et our veciprocall vowes be remembred. Yon have wany 
 opportunsiies to cut hire off:sf your will want not, time and 
 place wik be freitfully offer'd. There is nothing done, If bee 
 returne the Conqueror, then am I the Prifoner, and bis hed my 
 Goale, from the loathed a whereof, deliver me, and {ap 
 ly the place for your Labour. s 
 li: Tour (Wife,fo I would fay) affettion 
 nate Servant. Gonerille 
 Of indinguifh’d {pace of Womans will, 
 A plot upon her vertuons husbandslife, 
 And the exchange my brother : here, in the fands 
 Thee Ile rake up, the pofte unfanctified 
 Of murtherous Letchers : and inthe mature time, 
 With this ungracious paper ftrike the fight 
 Ot the death-practis’d Duke : for him tis well, 
 That of thy death, and bufinefle, I can tell. 
 Glow. The Kingismad: 
 How ftiffe is my vilde fenfe : 
 That I ftand up, and have ingenious feeling 
 Of my huge Sorrowes ? Better I were diftract, 
 So fhould my thoughts be fever'd from my gtiefes, 
 Dram afarre 
 
 And woes, by wrong imaginationsloofe at 
 
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The knowl edge of themfelves. 
 
 Edg. Give me your hand: 
 Farre off me chinkes { heare the beaten Drumme, 
 Come father, Ile beftow you with a friend. 
 
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 Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Gentleman 
 
 Cor, O thou good Kent, 
 How fhail I live and worke 
 To match thy gcodneffe ? 
 My life will be too fhort, 
 And every meafure faile me. : 
 
 Kent, To be acknowledg’d Madam is ore-pay’d, 
 All my reports goe with the modeft truth, 
 
 Nor more, nor clipt, but fo. 
 
 Cor, Bebetter fuited, 
 Thefe weedes are memories of thofe worfer houres ¢ 
 I prethee put them off. 
 
 Keat.. Pardon deere Madam; 
 
 Yet to be knowne fhortens my made intent, 
 My boone I make it, that you know me not, 
 Till time ; and 1, thinke meet. 
 
 Cor. Then be’t (0 my good Lord : 
 
 How dos the King ?” 
 
 Gent. Madam {eepes ftill. 
 
 Cor, Oyou kind Gods | 
 Cure this great breach in his abufed Nature, 
 Th’untun’d and jarring fenfes,O winde up, 
 
 Of this child-changed Father. 
 " Gent. So pleafe your Majefty. 
 That we may wake the King, he hath flept long ? 
 
 Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceede 
 
 P’th'{way of your owne will sis hearray’d ? 
 
 Enter Lear in achaire carried by Servants. 
 
 Gent. I Madam : inthe heavineffe of fleepe; 
 We put freth garments on him. 
 Be by good Madam when we doe awake him, 
 I doubt of his Tmperance, 
 Cor. O my deere father, reftauration hang 
 Thy medicine on ay lippes, and let this kiffe 
 Repaire thofe violent harmes, that my two Sifters 
 Have in thy Reverence made. 
 Kent. Kind and deere Princeffe. : 
 Cor. Had you nox bin their father, thefe white flakes 
 Did challenge pitty of them’. Was this a face 
 To be oppos'd againft the jarring windes ?* 
 
 Mine Enemies dogee, though he had bit me, 
 
 Should have ftood that night againft my fire, 
 
 And was’t thon faine (poore Father) 
 
 Tohovell thee with Swineand Rogues forlorne, 
 
 In fhort, and mufty ftraw 2 Alacke, alackes 
 
 Tis wonder that thy life and wits,at once 
 
 Had not concluded all. He wakes, {peake to him. 
 Gent. Madam doe you, tis fittett. 
 Cor. How docs my Reyall Lord ? 
 
 How fares your Majefty ? 3 
 Lear. You doe me wrong to take me out oth’grave; 
 
 Thou art 2 Soule in bliffe, but I am bound 
 
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 Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine own teares 
 Doe fcald, like molten Lead. 
 Cer, Sir, doe you know me ? 
 Lear. You are a(pirit I know, where did you dye? 
 Cor, Still, ftiil, farre wide. 
 Gen. Bes f{carfe awake, 
 Let him alone a while: 
 Lear. Where have I bin? 
 Where am I ? faire day light? 
 Tam mightily abus'd ; I {hould ev’n dye with pitty 
 To feeanother thus. I know not what to fay : 
 I will not {weare thefe are-my hands : lets fee, 
 I feele this pin pricke, wouid I were affus’d 
 Of my condition, 
 Cor. O looke upon me Sir, 
 And hold your hand in benediction o’re mie; 
 You muft not kneele. 
 Lear. Pray doe not mocke me: 
 I amavery foolifh fond old man, 
 Fonrefcore and upward, 
 Not an houre more, rior leffe : 
 And todeale plaincly, 
 I feare | am not in my perfect mind. 
 Me thinkes I fhould know you, and know this man," 
 Yet lam doubrfull ; for 1 am mainely ignorant 
 What place this is and all the skill I have 
 Remembers not thefe garments : nor know not 
 Where I did lodge laft night. Doe not laugh at me, 
 For (as Iam a man) I thinke this Lady 
 Tobe my child (ordelia. 
 Cor. Andfolam: Iam, 
 Lear. Be your teares wet ? 
 Yes faith; 1 pray weepe not. 
 If you have poyfon for mee, I will drinke it : 
 I know you doe not love me, for your Sifters 
 Have (as I doe remember) done we wrong, 
 You have fome caufe, they have nor, 
 
 (or. No caufe, no caufe. 
 
 Lear. Amplin France? 
 
 Kent. Inyour owne kingdome Sir, 
 
 Lear. Doe not abnfe me. 
 
 Gent. Be comforted good Madam, the great rage 
 Youfee is kill’d in him : defire him to goe in, 
 Trouble him no more till further fetling. 
 
 Cor. Wilt pleafe you highnefle waike ? 
 
 Lear. You mutt beare with me: 
 Pray you now forget, and forgive, 
 
 I am old and foolifh. Evennt; 
 
 eA flus Quintus. ScénaPrima. 
 
 Enter with Drunsme and Colours, Edmund, Regar, 
 Gentlemen, and Souldiers. 
 
 Bast. Know of the Duke if his laf purpofe hold, 
 
 Or whether fince he is advis'd by ought 
 
 To change the courle, hes full of alteration, 
 
 And felfe reproving,bring his conftant pleafure. 
 Reg. Our Sifters man is certainely mifcarried 
 Bast, Tistobedoubted Madam: . — 
 
 Reg. Now {weet Lord, 
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 You know the goodneffe I intend upomyou : 
 | Tell me but traly, but then fpeake the truth, 
 
 Doe you notlove my Sifter ? 
 Baft. In honour’d Loves - 
 | Rey. But have you never.found my Brothers way, 
 To the fore-fended place ? 
 Bast. No by mine honor, Madam. 
 Reg. {never fhallendure her; deere my Lord, 
 Be not familiar with her. 
 Baft. Feare not, fheand the Duke her husband. 
 
 Enter with Drum and ( olours, Albany, Gonerill, Souldsers. 
 
 Alba. Our very loving Sifter, weil be-met : 
 Sir this I heard, the King is come to his Daughter 
 With others, whom the rigour of our State 
 Forc’d to cry out. 
 Regan. Why is this reafond ?. 
 Gone, Combine together gainft the Enemy ; 
 For thefe domefticke and particular broiles, 
 Ate not the queftion heere. 
 Alb. Lets then determine withth’ancient of warre 
 On our proceeding. 
 Reg. Sifter youle goe with us? 
 Gon. No» 
 Reg. Tis moft convenient, pray goe with us. 
 Gon. Oh, ho, I know the Riddle, f will goe. 
 Exeunt both the Armies. 
 
 Enter Edgar. 
 Edg. If ere your Grace had {peech with man fo poore, 
 Heare ine one word, 
 Alb, Ve overtake you, {peake. 
 &dg. Before you fight the Battaile, opethis Letter : 
 If you have victory, let the Trumpet foand 
 For him that brought it : wretch though I feeme, 
 I can produce a Champion, that will prove 
 What is avouched there. 1f you mifearry, 
 Your bufinefle of the world hath foan endy 
 And machination ceafes. Fortune loves you. 
 Alb, Stay till I have read the Letter. 
 Edg. I wasforbidit : 
 When time fhall ferve, let but the Heraldry. 
 And Ile appeare againe. Exit 
 Alb. Why fare thee well, I will o’re-looke thy paper. 
 
 Enter Edmund. 
 
 Bast, The Enemy’s in view, draw upyour powers, 
 Heere is the gueffe of their true ftrength and forces, 
 By diligent difcovery, but your haft 
 Is now urg donyou, - 
 
 Alb, We will greet the time. Exit, 
 
 Bast. To both thete Siftsrs have I fworne my love: 
 Each jealous of the other, asthe fiung 
 Areofthe Adder. Which of them fhall I take? 
 | Both? One? Or neither ? Neither can be enjoy’d 
 | Ifboth remainealive : To take the Widdow, 
 
 Exafperates, makes mad her Sifter Gamersi, 
 
 Aud hardly fhall I carry out my fide, 
 
 Her husband beingalive. Now then, we'll ufe 
 
 His countenance forthe Battaile, which being done. 
 
 Let her who would be rid of him, devife: 
 
 His fpeedy taking off. Asfor the mercy 
 
 Which he intends to Learand to Cordelia, 
 | The Battaile done, and they withinour powers — 
 
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 Shall never fee his pardon: for my ftate, 
 Stands on me to defend, not to debate. 
 
 Exit, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Alarum within, Enter with Drum and Colours, Lear, (ors 
 dela, and Souldsers, over the Stage, and Extnnt. 
 
 Enter Edgar ,and Gloster, 
 
 Edg. Sleere Father, take the thadow of this Tree 
 For your good hoaft ; pray that the right may thrive : 
 If ever I returne to youagaine, 
 Ile bring you comfort. 
 Gir. Grace goe with you Sir. Exit, 
 Alarum and Retreat wishin. 
 
 Enter Edgar. 
 
 Edg. Away old man, give me thy kand.away : 
 King Lear hath loft, he and his Daughter tane, 
 Give me thy hand. Come on. 
 
 Glo. No furtherSir, aman may rot even heere. 
 
 Edg. What in ill thoughts againe ? 
 
 Men mutt endure 
 Their going hence, even as their comming hither, 
 Ripeneffe is all,come on. 
 
 Gio. And thats true too. Exeunt, 
 
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 Enter in conque/t with Drums ana Colonrs,€dmund, Lear, 
 and ( ordelia, as prifoners, Sonldiers, C aptaine. 
 
 Baft. Some Oificers take them away : good guard, 
 Vnuill their greater pleafures firft be knowne 
 That are to cenfure them. 
 Cor. Weare not the firft, 
 Who with beft meaning have incurr’d the worft : 
 For thee oppreffed King Iam caft downe. 
 My felfe couid elfe out-frowne falfe Fortunes frownes 
 Shall we not feethefe Daughters, and thefe Sifters? 
 Lear. No,.no, no, no : come lets away to prifon: 
 We two alone will fing like Birdsith’Cage : 
 When thou doft aske me bleffing, Ile kneele downe 
 Andaske of thee forgiveneffe : So we'll live, 
 And pray, and fing, and tell old tales,and laugh 
 At gilded Butterflies : aad heare poore Rogues 
 Talkeof Court newes, and we'll talkd with them too, 
 Who loofes, and who wins; whosin, whos out ; 
 And take upons the myftery of things, 
 Asif we were Gods fpies: And we'll weareout 
 In a wall'd prifon, packes and fects of great ones 
 That ebbe and flow by th’Moone. 
 Bait, Take them away. 
 Lear, Vpon {uch facrifices my Cordelia, 
 ‘The gods themfelves throw incenfe. 
 Have I caught thee? 
 He that parts us, fhall bring a Brand from heaven, 
 And fire us hence, like Foxes : wipethine eye, 
 The good yeeres fhall devoure them, fleth andfell, 
 
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 \ | Ere they fhali maketis weepe ? Tis fhe is fubscontra@ted to this Lord, 
 Ay Weele fee e’nayftarv'd firft: come. Exit. | And Ther husband contradict your Banes. 
 f Bast. Come hither Capraite; hearke. If you will marry, make your loves to me; 
 - Take thou this note, goe follow them to prifon, My Lady is bef{poke. 
 : One ftep I havéadvanc’d thees if thou doft Gon, An enterludeé. 
 As this inftructs'thee,thou deftmake thy way | e4lb. Thou artarmed Gloster, 
 To Noble Fortunes: know thou this, that men | Letthe Trumpet found : 
 5 Areas the timeis,; tobe tender minded | Ifnone appeare toprove upon thy perfon, 
 ip Does not becomea Sword, thy great imployment | Thy heynous, manifeit, and many Treafons, 
 ‘f Wiill not beare quettion : either fay thow'lt do't; | There is my pledge : Ile make it on thy heart 
 Or thrive by cther meanes, | Ere I tafte bread, thou art in nothing lefle 
 Capt. le dot my Lord. | Then Ihave heere prociaim’d thee. 
 Baft. About it, and write happy: whenthvhaftdone, | eg. Sicke, Oficke. 
 t Marke I fay in{tantly, and carry at fo | Gon, If not, Te neretruft medicine. 
 As Ihave (et it downe. Exit Captaine. - Baft. Theres my exchange, what inthe world he is 
 . That names me Traitor; villaine-like he lyes, 
 Enter Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Souldiers, | Call by the Trumpet: he thar dares approach ; 
 3 | On him, on you, who nor, I will maintaine 
 Alba. Sir, you have fhew’dteday your valiant ftraine | My truthand honor firmely. 
 ’ And fortune led you well : you have the Captives 
 Who were the oppofites of this dayes ftrife Enter a Herald. 
 I doerequiré them of you fo tonfe them, : 
 ‘ As we fhall find their merits, and our fafery Alb. A Herald, ho. 
 i May equally determine. Trutt to thy fingic vertue, for thy Souldiers 
 Saft. Sir, I thought it fir, All levied inmy name, have in my name 
 fF To fend the old and miferable King to fome retention, Tooke their difcharge. 
 } Whofe age had Charmes in it, whofe Title more, Regan. My fickenefie growes npon me. 
 To.plucke the common bofomeon hisfide, eAlbany. She isnot well, convey her to my Tent, 
 i And turne our ispreft Launces in our eyes Come hither Herald, let the Trumpet found, 
 f Which doe commandthem. With him I fent the Queene | And read outthis. ‘A Trumpet founds. 
 d. My reafon all the fame, and they are ready ; Heraldreads. 
 To morrow, or at further {pace,appeare L any man of qitality or devrce within thelifts of the Ar- 
 ~ Where you thall hold your Seffion. Bmy,wsll maintaine upon Edmund fuppoed Earle of Glofter, 
 Alb. Sir, by your patience. that he ss a manifold Traitor, let him appeare by the third 
 Lhold you bura f{ubject of this Warre, [ound of the Trumpet : he s bold in his defences %& Trumpet. 
 b Not as abrother. Her. Againe. 2 Trumpet. 
 of Reg. Thats as we liftto grace-him. | Her. Againe. 3 Trnmpot. 
 gh Methiakes our pleafure mig ht have bin demanded | Trumpet anfwers within. 
 “ Ere you bad {pc ke fo farre. Heled our Powers, 
 Bore the Commiifion of my place and:perion; Euter Edgar armed, 
 ig The whichimmediacy may well ftand up, : sas 
 sh And cali it {elfe your Brother. | ele. Aske him his purpotes, why he appeares 
 ' Gon, Not fohot : | Vpon this Call o’ch’ Trumpet. 
 In hisownie grace he doth exalt himfelfe, |, Her. What are you? 
 a Morethen in. youraddition. | Your name, your quality, and why you anfwer 
 on | Reg. Inimy rights, | This prefent Summons? 
 By me invefted, hecompeeres the bet. Edg. Know my name is loft 4 ; 
 Alb, That were the molt, it he fhould busband you. By Treafons tooth : bare-gnawne, and Canker-bir, 
 Reg. Iefters doe oft prove Prophets. ot : _ : * ae as the Adverfary 
 ’ Gon. Holla, holla ore 
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 er Rega, Lady Lam not well, elfe I fhould anfwer Edg. Whats he that {peakes for Edmund Barle of Glo- 
 oT From a full flowing ftomacke. Genera'l, : Bast. Himfelfe, what failt thou to him ? ({ter > 
 " Takethou my fouldiers, prifoners,patrimony, — «< Edg. Draw thy Sats, NAbICREH 
 i | Difpofe of them, of me, the walls are thine : That ifmy ge ot a ; “a: o é oe ae 
 yr Witneffe the world, that I createthee heere Se ——— doe ede tice, heere is mine : 
 6 My Lord, and Matter. choldit 1s my p Sic 5% 
 Gon. Meane you to enjoy him ? The priviledge 0 mine honours, 
 igh | oth, The letalorielies notin your good wills My oath, and ity profeifion. I protelt, ' 
 Pali, Nor inthine Lord. Maugrethy ftrength, place, youth, and eminence, 
 ie ‘Alb, Halfe-blooded fellows yes- Defpife thy victor-Sword, and fire new fortune, 
 
 : ike. and prove my titlethite. | Thy valor, and thy heart, thoa art a Traitor ; 
 ne bes ae % (apy fianal I errth thee Falfe to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father, 
 Sis Sag oa n-and in thy arrelt, Confpirant gaintt this high illuftrious Prince, 
 _ This suilded Serpent : for your claime faire Sifters, And from tl’extremeft upward of thy head, 
 - Fence icin timpiteerchh'ob th y wife, To the difcent and duft below thy foote, 
 
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 A moft Toad-{potted Traitor. Say thou no, 
 
 This Sword, thisarme, and my beft fpirits are bent 
 To prove upon thy heart, wheretol fpeake, 
 
 Thou lyeft. 
 
 Bait. In wifedome I thould aske thy name; 
 But fince thy out-fide lookes fo faire and Warlike; 
 And that thy tongue (fome fay ) of breeding breathes; 
 What fafe, and nicely I might well delay. 
 
 By rule of Knight-hood, I difdaine and fpurne : 
 Backe doe I tofle thefe Treafons to thy head, 
 With the hell-hared Lye, ore-whelme thy heart, 
 Which for they yet glance by, and {carcely bruife. 
 This Sword of mine fhall give them infant way, 
 Where they fhall reft for ever. Trumpets {peake. 
 
 Alb. Save him, fave him. 
 
 Gon. This is practife Glofer, 
 By th'law of Warre, thou walt not bound to anfwer 
 An unknowne oppofite : thou art not vanquifh’d, 
 But cozend, and beguild. 
 
 els, Shut your mouth Dame, 
 
 Or with this paper fhall I-ftop it : hold Sir, 
 Thou worfe then any name, reade thine owne evill : 
 No tearing Lady, I perceive you know it. 
 
 Gon. Say if doe, the Lawesare minenot thine, 
 Who can araigne me fort ? EXtb 
 
 e4lb. Mok monftreus!O, knowl thou this paper? 
 
 Bat. Aske me not what I know, 
 
 Alb. Goeatter her, fhes defperate, governe her. 
 
 Baff. What youhave charg’d me with, 
 
 That have I done, 
 And more, much more,the time will bring it out. 
 Tis paft, and foam I : But what arethou 
 That haft this fortune on me 2 If thou’st Noble, 
 I doe forgive thee. 
 &dg. Lets exchange charity : 
 Lam no leffe in blood then thou art Edmund, 
 If more,the moreth’haft wrong’dme. | 
 My name is Edgar and thy Fathers fonne, 
 The gods are juit, and of our pleafant vices 
 Make inftruments to. plague us: 
 The darke and vitious place where thee he got, 
 Coft him his eyes. 
 Bast. Th’haft{poken right, tis true, 
 The Wheele iscome full circle, Iam heere. 
 Alb, Me thought thy very gate did prophefie 
 A Royall Nobleneffe : I muft embrace thee, 
 Let forrow fplit my heart, if ever I 
 Did hate thee, or thy father. 
 
 Edg. Worthy Prinee | knowt. 
 
 Alb. Where have you hid yourfelfe ? 
 
 How have you knowne the miferies of your father ? 
 
 Edg. By nurfing them my Lord. Liftabriefetale, 
 And whentis told, O that my heart would barft. 
 The bloody proclamation to efcape 
 That follow’d m¢ fo neere, (O our lives fweetnefle, 
 That we the paine of death would hourely dye; 
 Rather then dye at once) tanght me to fhift 
 Tntoa mad-mans ragges, t’aflume a femblance 
 That very Dogges di{dain’d : and in this habit 
 Met I my father with hisbleeding Rings, 
 
 Their precious $ tones new loft : became his guide, 
 Led him, begg’d for him, fav’d him from difpaire . 
 Never (O fault) reveal’d my felfe unto him, 
 
 Vntill fome halfe houre paft when I wasarm’d, 
 
 Not fare, though hoping of this good fuccefle, 
 
 I ask’d his bleffing, and from firft to laft 
 
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 Told him our pilgrimage, Buthisflawd heart 
 (Alacke too weake theconflict to fupport) 
 Twixt two extremes .of paffion, joy and griefe, 
 Burft {milingly- 
 
 Baft, This {peech of yours hath mov’d me, 
 And fhall perchance'doe good, but{peake you on, 
 You looke as you hadfomething moretofay. 
 
 Alb. \f there be more, more wofull, hold it in, 
 For I amalmoft ready todiffolve, 
 
 Hearing of this. 
 
 Exter a Gentleman. 
 Gen. Helpe, helpe ; O helpe. 
 Edg. What kind of helpe? 
 Alb. Speake man. 
 Edg. What meanesthis bloody Knife? 
 Gen. Tis hot, it {moakes, cameevenfrom the heart” 
 of --—~O fhes dead. 
 Alb. Who dead 2 Speake man. 
 Gen, Your Lady Sir, your Lady; and her Sifter 
 By her is poyfon’d : fhe confeffes it. 
 Baft. I was contracted to them both, all three’ 
 Now marry in an initant. 
 Edg. Here comes Kent. 
 
 Enter Kent. 
 Alb. Produce the bodies, be they alive or deadi 
 Gonerill and Regans bodies bronght ont, 
 
 This judgement of the heavens that makes us tremble. 
 Touches us not with pitty. O is this fhe? 
 The time will not allow:the complement 
 Which very manners urges. 
 
 Kent. Tam come 
 To bid my King and Mafter aye good night, 
 Is he not here ? 
 
 Alb, Great thing of us forgot, 
 Speake Edmund, wheres the King?and wheres Cordelia? 
 Seeft thou this object Kent. 
 
 Kent. Alacke, why thus? 
 
 Bast. Yet Edmund wasbelov'd: 
 The onethe other poifon'd for my fake, 
 And after flew herfeife. 
 
 Alb. Even fo : cover their faces. 
 
 Bast. | pant for life : fome good I meane todoe 
 Defpight of mine owne Nature, Quickly fend, 
 (Be briefe in it) to th’Chaftle for my Writ 
 Is on the life of Lear, and on (erdelia: 
 Nay, fend in time. 
 
 Alb. Ran,ran, O run. 
 
 Edg. To whommy Lord ? Who hasthe Oifice? 
 Send thy token of repreeve. 
 
 Baf. Well thought on, take my Sword, 
 Give it the Captaine. 
 
 Edg. Haft thee for thy life. 
 
 Bait, He hath Commiflien from thy Wifeand me, 
 To hang Corde/sa in the prifon, and 
 Tolay the blame upon her owne difpaire, 
 That fhe fore-did her felfe. ; 
 
 Alb. The gods'defend her, beare him hence a whilts 
 
 Enter Lear with Cordeliain hu armes. 
 Lear. Howle,howle,howle: O your are men of ftones, 
 Had I your tongues and eyes, 1l’dufe them fo, 
 That heavens vault fhould cracke: fhes gone for evet= 
 I know when one is dead, and when one lives, 
 Shes dead as earth : Lend mea Looking-glaffe, 
 
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 If that her breath will mift or ftaine the ftone 
 Why then fhe lives, 
 Kent. Is this the promis’d end ? 
 Edg. Or image of that horror. 
 Alb. Fall and ceafe, 
 Lear. This feather ftirs,the lives : if itbe fo, 
 It isa chance which doe’s redeeme all forrowes 
 That ever [ have felt. 
 Kent, O my good Matter. 
 Lear, Prythee away. 
 Edg. Tis noble Keat your Friend. 
 Lear, A plague upon you murtherers,Traitors all, 
 
 I might have fav'd her now the’s gone for ever z 
 
 CordeliayCordelia,ftay alittle. Hae 
 
 What is’t thou {ailt ? her voyce was ever foft, 
 
 Gentle,and low,an excellent thing in woman. 
 
 Tkill'd the flave that wasa hanging thee, 
 
 Gent. Tis true (my Lords) he did. 
 Lear. Did I not feilow ? 
 
 T have feene the day, with my good biting Fanichion 
 
 I would have made him skip: Iam oid now, 
 
 And theft fame croffes {poylemes W ho are you? 
 
 Mine eyes are o’thbeft, Le tell you Rraight. 
 
 Kent. If Foriune brag of two,fhe lov'd and hated, 
 
 One of them we beheld. 
 
 Lear, This is a dall fight,are you not Kent ? 
 Kent. The fame : your fervant Keut, 
 
 Whereis your fervant Cains ? 
 
 Lear* He’s good fellow,I can tell you that; 
 
 Hee’l {trike and quickly too, he’s dead and rotrens 
 Kent.. No my good Lord,! am the very man. 
 Lear, Mle fee that ftraight. : 
 
 Kent. Tht from your firft of difference and decay, 
 
 Hane foilow’d your {ad iteps. 
 
 Lear. Youare weicome hither. 
 Kent. Noy nomanelte: 
 
 All’s cheeceleffe,darke,and deadly, 
 
 Your eldeft daughters have fore-done themfelves, 
 
 And defperately are dead. 
 
 Lear. V{o 1 thinke. ee tales 
 Alb, He knowes not what he fayes,and vaine is it 
 
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 That we prefent us to him, 
 
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 Edg. Very bootlefle. 
 
 Mel. Edmund is dead m y Lord: 
 
 Alb, Thatsbaratrifie here: 
 
 You Lords and Noble friends know onr intent, 
 W hat comfort to thi8 great decay may come, 
 Shall Be appli'd. For us we will refigne, 
 During the life of this old Majefty 
 To him our abfolute_power,youso your rights, 
 With boot,and dich addition as your honours 
 Have more then merited, All Friends fhall 
 Tafte the wages of their vertue,and all Foes 
 The cup of their defervings : O fee,fee. 
 Lear, And my poore Foole ishang’d : No,no,nolife ? 
 Why fhould a Dog,a Horfe,a Rat have life, 
 And thou no breath at ail? Thou’it come no more, 
 Never,never,never,never,never. 
 Pray youundoe this Button. Thanke you Sir, 
 Doe you fec this ? Looke on her,looke on her lips, 
 Looke there,looke there, He dyes, 
 
 Edg, He faints,my Lord,my Lord. 
 
 Kent. Breake heart,I prythee breake. 
 
 €dg, Looke tomy Lord. 
 
 Kent. Vex not his gholt,O let him paffe,he hates him, 
 That would upon the wracke of this tough world 
 Stretch him out longer. 
 
 Edg. Heis gone indeed, 
 
 Kent, The wonder is,he hath endur’d fo long, 
 
 He but ufurpr his life. 
 Alb. Beare them from hence,our prefent bufineffe 
 Is generall woe : Friends of my foule, you twaine, 
 Rule in this Realme,and the gor'’d ftate {uftaine. 
 Kent. 1 havea journey fir,fhortiy to goe, 
 My Mafter calsme,1 mult not fay no. Dyes, 
 Edg. The waight of this fad time we mutt obey, 
 Speake what we feele,not what we ought to fay : 
 The oldeft hath borne moft,we that are yong, 
 Shall never fee fo much, nor live fo long 
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 Enter Rodorigo and Iago. 
 
 Rederigo. 
 Mother Ever tell me, Itake it very unkindly 
 Xl § That thou(J2g) who hait had my purfe; (this. 
 BORNIB As if the {trings were thine,fhould’it know of 
 ae Jaze. But you'lnot heare me- if ever did 
 Of fucha matter,abhorre me. (dreame 
 Rode. Thou told’ft me, 
 Thou didft hold him inthy hate. ; 
 Iago, Defpife me 
 IfIdoenot, Three great ones of the Citie, 
 (In perfonall uit to makeme his Lievetenant ) 
 Off-capt to him : and by the faith of man 
 I know my price,I am worth no wole a place. 
 But he(as loving hisowne pride,and purpoles) 
 Evades them, with a Bumbaft Circumitance, 
 Horribly ftuft with Epithites of warre, 
 Non-fuites my Mediators. For certes,fayes he, 
 Lhave already chofe my Officer And what was he? 
 Forfooth,a great Arithmetician, 
 One Michael Caffio,a Florentine, 
 (A Fellow almoft damn’d ina faire wife ) 
 That never fet a Squadron in the Field, 
 Nor the divifion of a battaile knowes 
 Morethan a Spiniter: Vnleffe the Bookifh Theoricke : 
 Wherein the Tongued Contuls can prepofe 
 As Mafterly as he, Meere prattle ( without practife ) 
 Isall his Souldierfhip. But he (Sir)had th’election 
 And I (of whom-his eyes had feene the proofe 
 ‘At Rhodes,at Cypius,and on others grounds 
 Chriften’d,and Heathen) mutt be be-leed,and calm’d 
 By Debitor,and Creditor. This Counrer-Cafter, 
 He (in good time) muft his Lievtenant be, 
 And I (bleffe the marke his Moorefhips Ancient. 
 Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hang- 
 Tago, Why,there’s no remedy, (man 
 Tis the curfe of Service ; 
 Preferment goes by Letter-and affection, 
 And not by old gradation, where each fecond 
 Stood heiretoth'firft. Now fir,beIudge your felfe, 
 Whether Lin any juft termeam Avfirn’d 
 Tolevethe Moore? 
 Rod .1 wou'd not follow him then. 
 Iago. O Sir content you. 
 | follow him to ferve my turne ypon him. 
 We cannot all'be Mafters,nor ail Mafters 
 
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 Cannot be truely follow’d. You fhall marke 
 Many a dutiousand knee-crooking Knaves 
 That(doting on his owne obfequious bondage) 
 Weares out his time,much like his Mafters Affe, 
 For nought but Provender,& when he’s old Cafheer'ds 
 Whip me fuch honeft Knaves. Others there are 
 Whotrim’d in Formes,and vifages of duty, 
 Keepe yet their heartsattending on themfelves,, 
 And throwing but fhowes of fervice on their Lords, 
 Doe well thrive by them. : 
 And when they have lin’d their Coates 
 Doe themfelmes Homage- 
 Thefe Fellowes have fome foule, 
 Aud fucha one doe I profefle my felfe. For(fir) 
 It is asf{ure as you are Rodorigo, 
 Were I the Moore, 1 would not be ago ¢ 
 In following him,| follow but my felfe. 
 Heaven is my Indge,not I,forlove and duty, 
 But feeming fo,for my peculiar end : 
 Fer when my outward action doth demonftrate 
 The native a¢t,and figure of my heart 
 In complement externe,’tis not long after 
 But I will weare my heart vpon any fleeve 
 For Dawesto pecke at ; I am not what lam. 
 Rod, What a fall Fortune do’s the thicke-lips owe 
 If he can catry’t thus ? 
 Jago. Call up her father : 
 Row/e him,make after bim,poyfon his delight, 
 Proclaime him in the ftreets. Incenfe her kinfemen, 
 And thoughhe in a fertileClymate dwell, 
 Plague him with Flyes : thoughthat his joy be joys” 
 Yet throw fuch chances of vexation on’t, 
 As it may loofe fome colour. 
 Rodo. Here is her fathers houfe,|le call aloud. 
 Iago. Doe,with like timorons accent and dire yell, 
 As when (by night and negligence )the fire 
 Is {pied in populous Cities. 
 Rod. What hoa : BrabaatioSignior Brabantio hoa 
 Iago. Awake,what hoa,Brabantio : Theevessheeves, 
 Looke to your houfe,your Daughter,and your Bags 
 Theeves,theeves. 
 Bra. e4bove. What is the reafon of this terrible 
 Summons? what is the matter there ? 
 Rado. Signior,isall your Familie within? 
 Tago. Are your doores lock’d? 
 Bra. Why 2 wherefore aske you this? 
 Jago. Sir,y’are robb’d, for fhame put on your ppt . 
 
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 Your heart is burft,yow have loft halfe your foule 
 Even now,now, very now an old blacke Ram 
 Is tupping your whiteEwe. Arife,arife, 
 Awake the fnorting Citizens with the Bell, 
 Or elfe the Divell will makea Grand-fire of you. 
 Arife I fay. 
 Bra. What; have you lof your wits ? 
 Rod. Molt reverend Signior,do you know my voyce? 
 Bra. NotI : what are you? 
 Rod. My name is Rodorigo, 
 Bra. The worfer welcome : 
 Thaye charg’d thee not to haunt about my doores : 
 In honeft plaineneffé thou haft heard me fay, 
 My Daughter is not fer thee. And now in madnefle 
 ( Being full of {upper,and diftempering draughts) 
 Vpon malicious knavery,doft thou come 
 To ftart my quict, 
 Rod. Sir,Sir,Sir. 
 Bra. But thou mutt needs be fure, 
 My {pirits and my place have in their power 
 To make this bitter to thee. 
 Rod, Patience good Sir. 
 Bra. Whattell’{t thou me of Robbing? 
 This is Venice : my houfe is not a Granges 
 Rod, Mott grave Brabantio, 
 In fimple and pure foule,I come to you. 
 
 Iag.Sit,you are one of thofe that will not ferve ‘God, 
 if the Divell bid yousBecaufe we come to do you fervite, 
 and youthinke we are Ruifians, you'l have your Daugh- 
 ter cover’d with a Barbary horfe, you’l have your Ne- 
 phewes neigh to you,you’le have Courfers for Cozens : 
 and Gennets for Germans, 
 
 Bra, What prophane wretch art thou? 
 
 Jag. Lam one Sir,that comes to tell you, your Daugh- 
 ter and the Moore,are making the Beaft with two backs. 
 
 Bra, Thouarta Villaine, 
 
 Iago, You are a Senator. 
 
 Bra. This thou (halt anfwer-I kow thee Rodorigo. 
 
 Rod, Sir,t will anfwer any thing. But I befeech you 
 If't be your plealure,and moft wite confent, 
 
 (Asparily 1 find it is ) that your faire Danghter, 
 At thisodde Even and duil watch o’th’aighe 
 Tranfported wich no worfeuer better guard, 
 But with a Knaveof common hire,a Gundelier, 
 To the groffe claipesof a Lafcivious Moore : 
 ifthis be knowne to you,and your Allowance, 
 We then have done you bold and fawcy wrongs. 
 But if you know not this,my mannets tell me, 
 We haue your wrong rebuiee. Doe nat beleeve 
 That from the fenfe of al! Civilitie, 
 Ithus would play and trifle with your Reverence. 
 Yonr danghter(if you have not given her leave) 
 I fay againe, hath made a groffe revolt, 
 Tying her Duty,Beauty, Wit,and Fortunes 
 Inan extravagant,and wheeling Strangers 
 Ofhere,and every where : ftraight fatisfie your felfe. 
 If fhe be in your Chamber,or your houfe, 
 Let loofe on me the Iuftice of the ltate 
 For thus deluding you. 
 
 Bra, Strike onthe Tinder,hoas 
 Give mea Taper :callup all my people; 
 This Accident is not unlike my dreame,’ 
 Beliefe of it oppreflesmealready. 
 Light, I fay, light. 
 
 Jago, Fasewell; for I thuft leavelyou: 
 It feemes not meet,nor wholfome tomy place 
 
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 the Moore of Venice. 
 
 To be producted,as if I ftay,1 thall,) 
 
 Again{tthe Moore. For I doe know the {tate, 
 (How ever this may gall hiss with fome cheeke ) 
 Cannot with fafety cait bias. For he’s imbark’d 
 With fuch loud reafon tothe Cyprus warres, 
 (Which even now ftands in Act)that for their foules 
 Another of his Fadome,they have none, 
 
 To lead their Bufinefle. In‘which regard, 
 
 Though I doe hate-him as I doe hell, 
 
 Yet, for neceflity of prefent life, 
 
 I muft thew out a Flag,and figne of Love; 
 
 (Which is indced but figne )ihat you fhal furely find hia 
 Lead to the Sagitary the railed Scarch : 
 
 Andthere will [be with him. So farewell, Exit, 
 
 Enter Brabantio,aith Servants and Torches: 
 
 &ra, It is too true anevill. Gone the is, 
 And what’sto come of my defpifed time, 
 Is naught but bitternefle. Now Roderiga, 
 Where didft thou fee her ?(Oh unhappy Girle) 
 With the Moore faiftthon ? (Who would be a Father ?) 
 How didit thoa know twas fhe? (Oh the deceives me 
 Paft thought : ) what faid theto yourGet moe Tapers 
 Raife all my Kinred. Are they married thinke your 
 Rod. Trucly | thinke they are, 
 Bra. Ob heaven: how got the out? 
 Ohtreafon of my blood, 
 Fathers, from hence truft not your Daughters mirtds 
 By what you fee them A@. Are there not charmes, 
 By which the propertie of Youthand Maidhood 
 May be abus’d ? Have you not read Rodoriga, 
 Of fome fuéh thing ? 
 Rod, Yes fir I haveindeed, 
 Bra. Cailup my brother:oh would you had had her, 
 Some one way,fome another. Doe you know 
 Where we may apprehend her,and the Moore 2 
 Rod. Uthinke I can difcover him, if you pleafe 
 To get good Guard,and goe along with me. 
 Bra, Pray youlead on. At every houfe Ile call, 
 (I may command at moft)get Weapons (hoa) 
 And raife tome fpeciall Oslicers of might: 
 On good Rodorigo,t will deferve your paines. Exeunt. 
 
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 Enter Othello,lago, Attendants with Torches, 
 
 Zag. Though in the trade of warreI have flaine men, 
 Yet doe I hold it very ftuffe o’th’contcience 
 To doe no contriv’d murder : I iake iniquitie 
 Sometime to doe me fervice. Nine,or ten times 
 Thad thought to have yerk’d himy here under the Ribbes. 
 Othe. Tis better as it ise 
 Jago. Nay but he prated, 
 And {poke fuch fcurvy,and provoking termes 
 Againft your houor, that with the little godline Me T have } 
 I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you fir, 
 Are you fit married 2 Be affur'd of this, | 
 That the Magnifico is mach belov’d, 
 And hath in his effe@ a voyce potentialf 
 Asdoubleas the Dukes : He will divorce you. 
 Or put upon you, what reftraint or grigvance, 
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 The Law (withall hismight ,toenforce it on) 
 Will give him Cable. 4 
 Othe, Let him doe his f{pight : 
 My fervices;which have done the Signory 
 Shall out-tongue his complaints. Tis yet to know, — 
 Which when I know,that boafting is an honour, 
 I fhall promulgate. Ifetch my life and being, 
 From men of Royall Seige. And my demerites 
 May {peake(unbonnetted)ro as proud a Fortune 
 As this that I havereach’d. For know Jago; 
 But that i love the gentle Defdemona, 
 T would not my unhoufed free condition 
 Put into Circumfcription,and Confine, 
 For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond ? 
 
 Enter Caffia with Torches. 
 
 Iago. Thofe arethe raifed father,and his friends 
 You were beit goe in, 
 Orhel, NotI :1 muft be found, 
 My parts,my title,and my perfect foute 
 Shall manifeftly me rightly. Isit they ? 
 Iago. By Ianus,\ thinke no, 
 Orhel: Thefervants of the Dukes ? 
 And my Lievtenant ? 
 The goodneffe of the night upon you (friends) 
 What is the Newes ? 
 
 Caffio. The Dake does greet you(Generall) 
 And he requires your hafte,Poft-hafte appearance, 
 Even onthe inftant. 
 
 Othel. What is the matter ,thinke you ? 
 
 Caffio. Something from Cyprus.as | may divine : 
 Itis abufinefle of feme heat. The Gallies 
 Have fent adozzen fequent meflengers 
 This very night,at one anothers hceles : 
 And maiy of the Confuls (rais’d and tnet, ) 
 Areat the Dukes already. You have been hotly calfd for, 
 When being not at your lodging co be found, 
 The Senate hath fent about three {everall Quefts, 
 To fearch you out. 
 
 Orhel. Tis well 1 am found by you : 
 
 I will but {pend a word here in the houfe, 
 And goe with you. 
 Caffio. Ancient,what makes he here ? 
 Jago, Faith,hetonight hath boorded a Land Carrac, 
 If it prove lawfull prize.he’s made for ever, 
 Caffio. I doe not underftacd. 
 Tage. He'smarti’d. 
 Caffio. To whom ? 
 Jago. Marry to ‘Come Captaine,will you goc? 
 Othel, Have with you. 
 Caffio, Here comes another Troope to feeke for you: 
 
 Enter Brabantio,R odorigo,with Officers and Torches, 
 
 Jago. Ivis,Brabantio : Generall be advis’d, 
 He comesto bad intent. 
 
 Othel. Holla,ftand there. 
 
 Rod, Signior, itis the Moore. 
 
 Bra. Downe with him, Theefe. 
 
 Iago. You Redorige ? Come fir,lam for you. 
 
 Orbe. Keepe up your bright Swords, forthe dew will 
 ruftthem. Good Signior,you fhall more command with 
 yeares,than.with your Weapons. 
 
 Rra. Oh thou foulecheefe, 
 
 Where haft thou ftow’d my Daughter ? 
 Damn’d as thou art,thou haft enchaunted her 
 
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 | For Ile referre me to all thingsiof fenfe, 
 
 (If the in chaines of Magicke were not bound} 
 Whether a Maide,fo tender,faire,and happy 201i 
 So oppofite to Marriage,that fhe fhunn’ be ih addt « 
 The wealthy curled Dearling of our Nation, 
 Would ever have (tencurrea generall mocke) 
 Runne from her Guardage to the footy bofome, . 
 Of fuch a thing 2s thou : to feare,not to delight ? 
 Iudge me the world, if tis nor grofle in fenfe, 
 
 That thou halt practis’d on her with foule Charmes, 
 Abus’d her delicate youth,with Drugs or Minerals, 
 That weakens motion. He have’t difputed on, 
 
 Tis probable,and palpable to thinking; 
 
 I therefore apprehend and doeattach thee, 
 
 For an abufer ofthe world,a practifer 
 
 Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant 5 
 
 Lay hold upon him, ifhe doe refift 
 
 “Suddue him at his perill. 
 
 _ Othe. Hold your hands, 
 Both you of my inclining,and the reft, 
 Were it my Cueto fight,! fhould have knowne it 
 Without a Prompter. Whither will you that I goe 
 To anfwer this your charge? 
 Bra. To prifon,till firtime 
 Of Law,and courfe of direct Seffiun 
 Call thee to anfwer. 
 Othe. What if I doe obey? 
 How may the Duke be therewith fatisfied, 
 Whofe Meffengersare here about my fide, 
 Vpon fome prefent bufinefic of the State, 
 To bring me to him. 
 Officer. Tis true moft worthy Signior, 
 The Dake’s in Councell,and your Noble felfe, 
 Iam fare is fent for. 
 Bra. How ? The Duke in Councell? 
 In this time of the nigh ? bring him away ; 
 Mine’s not anidle caufe. The Duke himfelfe, 
 Or any of my Brothers of the State, 
 Cannot but feele this wrong,as twere their owne + 
 For if fuch Actions may have paflage free, 
 Bond-flavesand Pagans fhall our Statefmen be 
 
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 - Enter Duke,Senators and Officers. 
 
 Dukes There is no compofition in this newes, 
 That gives them credit. 
 1 Sen. Indeed,they are difpropertioned ; 
 My Letters fay,a Hundred and feven Gallies. 
 Duke... And minea Hundred forty. 
 2 Ses. And mine two Hundred : 
 But though they jumpe not on a juft accompt, 
 (Asin thefe Cafes wheretheaymereports, 
 Tis oft with difference)yet doe they all confirme 
 A Torkith Fleet,and bearing up to Cyprus, (86 
 Duke. Nay, itis poffible enough to judgements 
 I doe not fo fecure me in the errour, 
 But the maine Article I doe approve 
 In fearefull fenfe, 
 Saylor within. What hoa,what hoa,what hoa. 
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 Officer. A Meflenger from the Gallies. 
 
 Duke, Now ? What's the bufineffe > 
 
 Saylor, The Turkith preparation makes for Rhodes, 
 So was I bid report hereto the State, ; 
 By Signior e4xgelo, . 
 
 Duke, How tay you by this change ? 
 
 1.Ses. This cannot be 
 By no affay of Reafon. TisaPageant 
 To keepe us in falle gaze, when we confider 
 Th'importancy of Cyprus to the Turke : 
 And let our felves againe but underftand, 
 Thatasit more concernes the Turke then Rhodes, 
 So may he with more facile queftion beare it, 
 For that it {tands not in {uch warlike brace, 
 But altogether lackes th’abilities 
 That Rhodes is drefs'dins 1f we make thought of this, 
 We mutt notthinkethe Turke isfo unskilfull, 
 Toleave that lateft, which concernes him firft, 
 Neglecting an attempt of eafe,and gaine 
 To wake,and wage a danger profitleffe. 
 
 Duke. Nay,inall contidence he’snot for Rhodes: 
 
 Officer. Here is more Newes. 
 
 Enter a Meffenzer. 
 
 (Meffen. The Ottamites,Reveren’d,and Gracious, 
 Steering with due courfe toward the lle of Rhodes, 
 Have there injoynted them with an after Fleet. 
 
 I Sex, I, fo [thought : how many,as you gueffe ? 
 
 (Meg. Of thirty Saile : and now they doe re-ftem 
 Their backward courfe,bearing with franke appearance 
 Their purpolestoward Cyprus, Signior Vontane, 
 Your trufty and moft valiant Servitour, 
 
 With his tree: duty,recommends you thus, 
 And prayes you to beleeve him. 
 Dwke. Tis certaine then for Cyprus: 
 Marcus Luccseos is not hein Towne ? 
 1. Se”, He's now in Florence, 
 Duke, Write from us, 
 To him, Poft,Poft-hafte,difpatch. 
 1. Ses. Here comes Brabantio,and the Moore. 
 
 Enter Brabantéo,Otheko,Caffie,Iage,Redorigo, 
 and Officers. 
 
 Deke. Vabiant Othelo,we muft ftraight employ you, 
 Againit the generall Enemy Ortoman, — 
 
 Idid not {ee you s welcome gentleSignior, — 
 Welack’t your Counfaile.and your helpe to night. 
 
 Bra. So did Lyours: Good your Grace pardon mes 
 Neither my piace,for ought I heard of bufineffe 
 Hath rais’d me from my Bed ; nor doth the generall care 
 Take hold on me. For my particular griefe 
 Is of fo flood-gate,and ore-bearing Nature, 
 
 That it ingluts,and {wallowes other forrowes, 
 And it is {til it felfe. 
 
 Duke. Why ? Whatsthe matter? 
 
 Bra. My Daughter :eh my Daughter | 
 
 Sen, Dead. 
 
 Bra. J,to mes- 
 
 - She is abus’d,ftolne from me,and corrupted 3 
 By Spels and Medicines,boug ot of Mountebankes ; 
 For Nature {0 prepokteroully to erre, 
 
 (Being not deficient,blind,or lame of fenfe, } 
 Sans witch-craft could. nor. we : 
 
 Duke. Who ere he be,that in this fowle proceeding 
 Hath thus beguil’d your Daughter of her felfe, 
 
 the Moore of Venice. 
 
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 And you of her ; the bloody Booke of Law, 
 You thall your felfe read, in the bitter letter, 
 After your owne fenfe: yca,though our proper fonné 
 Stood in your Action. 
 Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace, 
 Here is the man; this Moore,whom.now it feemes 
 Your {peciall Mandate, for the State affaires, 
 Hath hither brough:. 
 All. Weare very forry for't. 
 Duke. Whatin your owne part,can you fay to this ? 
 Bra. Nothing, but this isfo. 
 Othe. Mott Potent,Grave,and Reverend Signiors, 
 My very Noble,and approv’dgood Matters ; 
 That I have tane away this old mans daughter, 
 Ic is moft true : true 1 have married her ; 
 The very head,and front of my offending, 
 Hath this extent; nomore. Rude am Lin my {peech, 
 And little blefs’d wich the foft phrafe of Peace ; 
 For fince thefé Armes of mine,had feven yeeres pith, 
 Till now, fome nine Moones watted,they haveus’d 
 Their deereft ation, in the tented field ; 
 And little of this great world can I {peake, 
 More than pertaines to Feats of Broyles,and Battaile, 
 And therefore little thall I grace my caufe, 
 In {peaking for my feife. Yet,(by your gracious patience ) 
 I will a round un-varnith’d Tale deliver, 
 Of my whole courfe of Love. 
 What Drugs,what Charmes, 
 What Conjuration,and what mighty Magicke, 
 (For fuch proceeding Iam charg’d withail) 
 I won his Daughter with, 
 Bra. A Maiden,never bold : 
 Of fpirit fo ftill,and quiet,that her Metion 
 Blufh’d at her felfe,and the in Spight of Nature, 
 Of yeares of Countrey.credite,every thing 
 To fail in Love,with what the fear'd te lookeon r 
 It is a judgement maim’d,and moft imperfect. 
 That wili confefle Pertection fe could erre 
 Againttall rulesof Nature,and mutt be driven 
 To find out practifes of cunning hell 
 Why this fhould be. I therefore vouch againe, 
 That with fome Mixtures powerfall ore the blood, 
 Or with fome Dram(conjur’d to this effe@) 
 He wrought upon her. 
 Dek, Tovouch this,isno proofe, 
 Without more wider,and more over-Teft 
 Then thefe thio habits,and pcore likely-hoods 
 Of moderne feeming,doe preferre againft him. 
 Sen, But Othella,{peake, 
 Did you,by indireGt,and forced courfes ; 
 Subdue,and poyfon this yong Maids affections 2 
 Or came it by requeft and fuch faire gueftion 
 As foule,to foule affordeth ? 
 Orhel, 1 doe befeech you, 
 Send for the Lady to the Sagitary, 
 And let her fpeake of me before her Father ; 
 If you doe find me foule,in her report, 
 The truft,the office, doe hold of you, 
 Not onely take away,but let your fenrence 
 Even fallupon may life. 
 Duke. Fetch De/demona hither, 
 Othel,. Ancient,conduat them ; 
 You beft know the place. . 
 And till fhe come,as truely as to heaven, 
 I doe‘confefle the vices of my blood, 
 So juftly to yourGrave eares, Ile prefent 
 
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 How I did thrive in this faire Ladies love, 
 And fhe in mine. 
 
 Duke. Sayit Othello, 
 
 Othe. Her father lov’d me,oftinvited me 
 Still queftion’d me the {tory ofmy life, 
 From yeareto yeare : the Battails,Sieges,Fortane, 
 That I have paft. 
 Iran it through,even from my Boyifh dayes, 
 To th’very moment that he bad me tell it. 
 Wherein I {poke of moft difaftrous chances: 
 Of moving Accidents by Flood,and Field, 
 Of hairesbreadth capes’ th'imminent deadly breach 5 
 Of being taken by the infolent foes 
 And fold toflavery- Of my redemption thence, 
 And portancejn my Travellers hiftory- 
 Wherein of Ahtars vaft.and Defarts wilde, (ven, 
 Rough Quarries, Rocks,& Hils, whofe heads touch hea- 
 It was my hint to {peake. Such was my Procefie, 
 And of the Canibals that each others eate, 
 The Anthrepophagi,and men whofe heads 
 Grew beneaththeir fhoulders. Thefe things to heare; 
 Would De/densona {erioufly incline : 
 But fill the houfe affaires would draw her hence: 
 Which ever as fhe could with hafte difpatch, 
 She'ld come againe,and with a greedy care 
 Devoure up my difcourfe. Which I obferving, 
 Tooke once a pliant houre,andfound good meanes 
 To draw from her a prayer of earneft heart, 
 That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate, 
 Whereof by parcels fhe had tomething heard, 
 But not diftindtively : I did confent; 
 And often did beguile herofher teares, 
 When I did fpeake of fome diftrefletull ftroke 
 That my youth fuffer’d : My ftory being done, 
 She gave me for my painesa world of kiffes: 
 She {wore in faith twas ftrange,twas pafling {trange, 
 Twas pittifull : twas wondrous pittifull. 
 She with’d fhe had not heard it,yet fhe wifh’d 
 That heaven had made her fuch a man.She thank’d me, 
 And badime if I had a friend that lov’d her, 
 I fhould but teach him how to tell my ftory, 
 And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I fpake, 
 She lov’d me for the dangers I have paft, 
 And I lov’d her, that fhe did pitty thems 
 This onley is the witch-craft I have us’d. 
 Here comesthe Lady : Let her witneffe it. 
 
 Enter De[demona,lago, Attendants, 
 
 Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too, 
 Good Brabantio,take up this mangled matter at the beft: 
 Men doe their broken Weapoas rather ufe, 
 
 Then their bare hands. 
 Bra, \ pray you heare her f{peake : 
 If the contefle that fhe was halfe the wooer, 
 Deftrution on my head, if my bad blame 
 Light on the man. Come hither gentle Miftris, 
 Doe you perceive inall his Noble company, 
 Where moft you owe obedience ? 
 Def: My Noble father, 
 I doe perceive here a divided duty, 4 
 To youl am bound for life,and education : 
 My life and education both doe learne me; 
 Howtorefpect you. You arethe Lord of duty, 
 | Lam hitherto — daughter. But here’smy husband ; 
 And fo much duty,asmy Motherfhewd 
 
 Lhe Tragedy of Othello 
 
 ay, 
 
 Tv you,preferring you before her father: 
 So much I challenge,that 1 may profeffe 
 Due to the Moore my Lord. 
 Bra, God be with you : I have done. a 
 Pleafe it your Grace,on to the State affaires ; 
 I had rather to adopt child than get it, 
 Come hither Moore , 
 I here doe give thee that with all my heart, 
 Which but thou haft already, with all my heart 
 I would keepe from thees For your fake(Iewell) 
 I am glad at foule,I have no other child; © 
 For thy efcape would teach me tyranny 
 To hang clogs onthem. I have done my Lord, 
 Dwke. Let me fpeake like your felfe s 
 And lay a Sentence, 
 Whichlike a grife.or ftep may helpethefe Lovers 
 When remediesare paft,the griefes are ended 
 By feeing the wortt,which late on hopes depended, 
 To mournea mifchiefe that is paft and gone, 
 Is the next way to draw new mifchiefe on. 
 What cannot be preferv’d,when Fortune takes ¢ 
 Patience, her Injury a mockery makes. 
 The robo’d that finiles,{teals fomthing from the Thiefe, 
 He robs himfelfe,that fpendsa bootleflegriefe. 
 Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprusus beguile, 
 Welofe it not fo long as we can {mile: 
 He beares the fentence well,that nothing beares, 
 But the free comfort which from thence he hearese 
 But he beares both the fentence,and the forrow, 
 That to pay griefe,mutt of poore Patience borrows 
 Thefe Sentences,to Sugar,or to Gall, 
 Being ftrong on both fides,are Equivocall. 
 But words are words, never yet did heare: 
 That the bruiz’d heart was pierced through the cate. 
 I humbly beleech you proceed to th’Affaires of States. 
 Duke, The Turke with a moft mighty preparation 
 makes for Cyprus 3 Orhello,the Fortitude of the place 18 
 beft knowne to you.And though we have there a Subfti- 
 tute of moft allowed fuiliciency ; yet opinion, amore 
 Soveraigne Miltris of Effects, throwes a more fafe 
 voyce on you:you muft therefore be content to flubber 
 the groffe of your new Fortunes , with this more ftub- 
 borne,and boyfterous expedition. 
 Othe, The Tyrant Cuftome,moft Grave Senators, 
 Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre 
 My thrice-driven bed.of Downe. I doe agniae 
 A naturall and prompt Alacrity, 
 I find in hardnefle : and doe undertake 
 This prefent warre againtt the Ortomises. 
 Mott humbly therefore bending to your State, 
 I crave fit dilpofition for my Wife, 
 Due reference of Place,and Exhibition, 
 With fuch accomodation and befort -. 
 As levels with her breeding. 
 Duke, Why,at her Fathers. 
 Bra. Iwallnot have it fo, 
 Othe. Norl. ; 
 Def. Nor would! there refide, ° 
 To put my father inimpatient thoughts 
 By being in his eyes Moft Gracious Duke, 
 To my unfolding,lend your profperous care, 
 And let me find a Character in your voyce 
 T’affift my fimpleneffe. 
 Duke, What would you Defdemona ? 
 Def, That lovethe Moore,tolivewith himy 
 My downe-right violence,and ftormeof Fortunes" 
 
 ee ee ee 
 
_ the Moore of Venice. 335. 
 
 _ SOE TTS TN AT ES ARPES ISP MENON. ron mower ee ee NE 
 
 May trumpet tothe world. My heart’s fubdn’d 
 Even to the very quality of my Lord ; 
 
 I faw OtheHo’s vifage in his minde, 
 
 And to his honours and his valiant parts, 
 
 Did I my fouleand fortunesconfecrate. 
 
 So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind 
 
 A Moth of Peace,and he goe tothe War, 
 
 The Rites for why I love him, are bereft me : 
 And Ia heavy interim fhall fupport 
 
 betwixt a Benefit,and an injury , Incver found man that 
 knew how tolove himfelfe. Ere I would fay , I would 
 
 drowne my {elfe for the love of a Gynney Hen; I would } 
 
 change my humanity witha Baboone: ; 
 
 Rod. What fhould I doe,l confefle itis my. {hate to 
 be fo fond, bat it isnot in my vertue toamend it. 
 
 Jago, Vertue? A figge, tis in our felves chat wee are 
 thus, or this. Our Bodies are our Gardens,to the which, 
 
 | Our Wilsare Gardiners, So that if we will plant Net- 
 By his deare abfence. Let me goe with him, tels, or fowe Lettice: Set Hyfope,and weede up Time : 
 Orbe, Let her have your voyce. Supply it with one gender of Hearbes,or diftract it with 
 Vouch with me heaven, I therefore beg it not many : either have it fterrill with idlenefle , or manu- 
 | To pleafe the Palate of my Appetite : red with Induftry, why the power and Corrigible au- 
 Nor to comply with heat the yong effects thority of thislies in our Wits. If the braine of our lives 
 In my defunct,and proper fatisfaction. had not one {cale of Reafon , to poyfe another of Senfu- 
 " But to be free,and bounteous to her minde : : ality , the blood , and bafenefle of our Natures would 
 And heaven defend your good foules,that you thinke conduct us to moft prepoftrous Conclufious. But wee 
 4 I will your ferious and great bufineffe {cant have reafon to coole our raging Motions, or carnall 
 When fhe is with me. No,whenlight wing’d Toyes Stings, or unbitted Lu&ts: whereof I takethis, that you 
 Of feather’d (pid, {eele with wanton dulnefle call Love,to be a Se@, or Seyen. 
 " My {peculative,and offic’d Inftrument : Red. It cannot be. 
 That my Difports cortupt,and taint my bufineffe : 4ago. lt ismeerely a-Luft of che Blood,and apermiffi- 
 if Let Houfe-wives make a Skillet of my Helme, on ot the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy felfe? | 
 " And all indigne,and bale adverfities, Drowne Cats, and blind Puppies. 1 have profeft me thy 
 : Make head again{t my Eftimation. Eriend,and 1 confeffe me knit tothy deferving with Ca- 
 h Deke, Be it as you fhall privately determine, bles of perdarable toughnefle. Icould never better fteed 
 é Either for her ftay,or going : th’ Affaire cryes hatte: thee thannow. Put money in thy purfe: follow thou 
 4 And {peed muft anfwer it. the Warres,defeat thy favour, withan ufurped Beard. 1 
 
 Sen, You mutt away tonight. 
 Othe, With afl my heart. } 
 Dwke. At nine i’th’morning,here wee'l meet againe. 
 Othelle leave fome Officer behind 
 And he fhallour Commilfion bring to you : 
 And fuch things elfe of quality and refpect 
 As doth import you. 
 Othe. So pleafe your Grace,my Ancient, 
 A man he is of honefty and truft ; 
 To his conveyance I affigne my wife. 
 
 {ayyput money ia thy purfe. It cannotbelong that De/- 
 demona fhould.continue her loveto the Moore, Put Mo- 
 ney in thy purfe: nor he his to her-It was a violent Com- 
 mencement in her, and thou fhale {ee an anfwerable Se- 
 
 queftration,put but money in, thy purfe.. Thefe Moores | 
 
 are changeable in their wils : fill thy purfe with money, 
 The food that to him now is aslufhious as Locutts, fhall 
 to him fhortly bee as bitter as Coloquintida. Shee muft 
 change for youth: when fhee is fated with his body, fhe 
 
 will finde the errours of her choyce. Therefore put mo- | 
 
 ney in thy purfe.- If chou wilt needs damne thy felfe,doe 
 
 ith what elfe needfull,your good Grace fhall thinke 
 Sate ote a pesto ita more delicate way then drowning- Makeali the mo- 
 Duke. Let itbefo: ney thou canft; If Sanctimony and a fiaile vow, be- 
 Good night to every one. And Noble Signior, twixt an erring Barbarian, and fuper-fubtle Venetian be 
 If Vertue no delighted beauty hacke, not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou 
 Your Son-in Law is farre more faire than blacke. fhalt enjoy her : thereforemake money : a pox of drow- 
 i Sen. Adieu brave Moore,ule Defdemona well. ning thy felfe,it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thow ra- 
 | Bra. Looketo her( Moore )if thou haft eyes to fees oe oo phe —— thy joy, then to bee 
 i iv’d her father,and may thee. Exit, rown d,and goe without her. : 
 , ee le modes fait, Honeft Lago, : a Wilt thou be faft to my hopes, if Idepend on the 
 ' hee: iflue ? : 
 od a h eee ie Jago, Thou art fure of me - Goe make money : I have 
 Pete y fror int beisdietaaeGnsane told thee often, atid Ire-tell thee againe, andagaine, I 
 And bring them after in their beft advantage. af wonderin ba inte jee 
 fh Cc Defdemona,\ have butan houre hate the Moore. NV y caufe is hearted ; thine hath no leffe 
 tLe f worldly matter,and direction reafon- Let us be conjunctive in our revenge, againft 
 ui af whl "ehth : We mutt obey the time. Exit. | him. If thoucanft Cuckold: him , thou dott thy felfea 
 a age. pase pleafure, mea fport. There = at Events in the 
 : ‘ Bos t? Wombe of Time,which will be delivered. Traverfe,goe, 
 ne : What will ge Chink thou ? provide thy money. We will have more of this to mor- 
 t Oe 2 ° 
 Jago. Why goe to bed and flecpe. wt i wi ¢ thall ti’th morning? 
 Red. I willincontinently drowne my “ce a : es noe = mee gi 
 h wages thon dol fbalkseyendiveshceatters 7 Rod. Ilebe with thee betimes, = 
 Rod It is fillineffe tolive , whento live istorment : ae riers Doe you here odor Fe 
 % : s ° . m Le ° Od. - * 
 and then have wea prefcription to dye,when death is our Tigi: Thandopt ever makceniy Pobleymy pute 
 aha yillanous : 1 have look’d upon the world yee << owne —_ aye Lege 
 iw . ‘Ainotii I would time expend with fuch a Swaine, 
 - for fouretimesfeven yeares, and finceI could diftingnifh j Iftw P z Buf | 
 yn n 
 
But for my Sport,and Profit : I hate the Moore, 
 And itis thought abroad,cthat twixt my fheets 
 He ha’s done my Oifice. I know not if'c be true, 
 But |, for meere fufpition in that kinde, 
 
 Will doe,as if for Surety. He holds me well, 
 The better {hail my purpofe worke on him: 
 Caffie’s a proper man : Let me fee now, 
 
 To get this place,and to plume up my will 
 
 In double Knavery. How? how ? Let's fee. 
 After fome time,to abufe Orhelo’s eares, 
 
 That he is too familiar with his wife: 
 
 He hath a perfon,and a {mooth difpote 
 
 To be fufpected : fram’d tomake women falfe, 
 The Moore is of a free,and open Nature, 
 
 That thinkes men honelt,that but feeme to be fo, 
 And will as tenderly be lead by’th’Nofe 
 
 As Affes are : 
 
 T have’t: it is engendred : Hell,and Night, 
 Matt bring this monftrous Birth,to the worlds light. 
 
 eA dus Secundus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Montano ,and Gentlemen. 
 
 Mon. What from the Cape,can you difcerne at Sea? 
 
 1 Gen. Nothing atall,it is + high wrought Flood : 
 Tcannot ’twixt the heaven and the Maine, 
 Deicry a Sayle. 
 
 «Mon, Methinkes,the wind hath {poke aloud at Land, 
 A fuller blaft ne*re fhooke our Battlements : 
 If it hath rutiand {fo apon the Sea, 
 What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them, 
 Can hold the Morties. What fhall we heare of this? 
 
 2 A Segregation of the Turkith Fleet : 
 For doe but itand upon the foaming Shoare, 
 The chidden Byjlow feemes to pelt the cloudes, 
 The wind-fhak’d-Surge,with high & monftrous Maine, 
 Seemes to-ca{t water on the burning Beare, 
 And quench the Guards of th’ever-fixed Pole : 
 I never did like moleftation view S 
 On the enchafed Flood. 
 
 (Mex. If thatthe Turkifh Fleet 
 Be not infhelrer’d and embay’d,they are drown’d, 
 It is impoffible to beare it out. 
 
 Enter a Gentleman, 
 3 Newes Laddes;: our warres are done : 
 | The defperate Tempeft hath fo bang’d the Turkes, 
 That their defignement halts. A Noble thip of Venice, 
 Hath {eene a grievous wracke and {ufferance 
 Ona moft part of their Fleet. 
 Mon. How ? Is this true? 
 3 The Ship is here putia:A Ueronefo, Michael Caffio 
 Lieutenant tothe warlike Moore, OtheHo, 
 Is come on Shore : the Moore himfelfe at Sea, 
 Andis in full Commiffion heere for Cyprus. 
 Mon. Vam glad on’t : 
 Tis a worthy Governor, 
 3 Butthisfame Ca/io, though he {peake of comfort, 
 ’ Touching the Turkith loffe, yet he loekes fadly, 
 And prayesthe Moore be fafe; for they were parted 
 With fowleaud violent Tempeft. sass} 
 Mon. Pray heavens he be: 
 
 GOs he 
 
 The Tragedy of Othello 
 
 ‘What tydingscanyou tell me of my Lord? * 
 
 For I have ferv’d him, andthe man commands 
 Like a full Souldier, Lees to the Sea-fide (hoa) 
 As well to fee the Veflell thats comein, 
 As to throw-out our eyes for brave Othello, 
 Even till we makethe Maine, and th’ Eriall blew, 
 And indiftiné regard. 
 
 Gent. Come, lets doe fo ; 
 For every Minute is expectancy 
 Of more Arrivancy. 
 
 Enter (affio. 
 Coffi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Ile, 
 That {oapproove the Moore: Oh let the heavens 
 Give him defenceagainft the Elements, 
 For I have loft him on a dangerous Sea, 
 Aon, 1s he well fhip’d 2 
 Caffi, His Barke is {toutly Tieber’d and his Pylot 
 Of very expert,and approv’d Allowance; 
 Therefore my hope’s (not furfettedto death ) 
 Stand in bold Cure. 
 Within. A Saile.a Saile,a Saile. 
 Caffio. What noyfe ? 
 Gent, The Towne isempty ; on the brow o’th’Sea 
 Stand rankes of Peopie,and they cry aSayle, 
 (affic. My hopesdoe fhape him for the Governour, 
 Gent They doe difcharge their thot of courtefie, 
 Our friends,at leaft. ; 
 Caffic. I pray you fir goe forth, 
 And give us truth who tis that is arriv’d. 
 
 Gent. J fhall. Exit. 
 (Mon. But good Lievtenant,is your Generall wiv'd? 
 Caffio. Mott fortunately : he hath atchiew’da Maid 
 
 That paragonsdefcription,and wilde Fame + 
 One that excels the quirkes of blazoning Pens, 
 And in th’effentiali V efture of Creation, 
 Do’s tire the Ingeniver. 
 Enter Gentleman, 
 How now ? Who hasput in? 
 Gent. Tis one /ago,Ancient tothe Generall, 
 Caffio. Ha’s had moft favourable,and happy {peed : 
 Tempefts themfelves,high Seas,and howling winds, 
 The gutter’d Rockes,and Congregated Sands, 
 Traitors en‘teep'd,to enclogge the guiltleffeKeele, 
 As having fenfe of Beauty,doe omit 
 Their mortali Netures,letting goe fafely by 
 Thedivine De/dimona. 
 Mon. What is fhe? 
 Caffio. She that I fpake of 
 Our great Captaines Captaine, 
 Left in the conduct of the bold Jage, 
 Whofe footing here anticipates our thonghts, 
 A Senights {peed. Great Jove, Otheko guard, 
 And fwell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath, 
 That he may bleffe this Bay with his tall Ship, 
 Make loves quicke pants in De/demonaes armes, 
 Give renew’ fire to our extincted Spirits, 
 
 Enter Defdemona,lage Rodorigo and _Lmilia. 
 
 Oh behoid, 
 The riches of the fhip is come on Shore : 
 You men of Cyprus,let her have your knees. 
 Haile to thee Lady : and the grace of Heaven, 
 Before,behind thee,and on every hand 
 Enwheele thee round. 
 
 Def. I thanke you,valiant Caffe, 
 
 Cafe. 
 
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 the Moore of Venice. 
 
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 Cafe He is not arriv’d,nor knowI ought 
 But that he’s well,and will be fhortly heere, 
 
 Def. Oh, but I feare 
 How loft you company ? 
 
 Caf. The great contention of the Sea and Skies; 
 
 Parted our fellowfhip. But hearke,a Saile. 
 
 Within, A Saile,a Saile. 
 
 Gent. They give this greeting to the Cittadell s 
 This likewife isa friend. 
 
 C4f~ See for the Newes : 
 Good Ancient,you are welcome. Welcome Mittris : 
 Let it not.gall your patience ( good Lago.) 
 That-J extend my Manners. Tis my Breeding, 
 That gives me this bold fhew of Courtefies 
 
 Jago. Sir,would the give you fomuchof herlipss 
 As ot her tongue fhe oft beftowes of me, 
 
 - You would have enough. “ 
 
 Def. Alas : fhe hasno {peech. 
 lage. Infaith too much: 
 I find it ftill, when I have leave tofleepe; 
 Marry before your Ladyfhip,I grant, 
 She puts her tongue a little in her heart, 
 And chides with thiaking. 
 
 e£mil, You havelittle canfe to fay fos 
 
 Iago.Come on,come on: you are Pictures out of dores: 
 Bels in your Parlors : Wilde-Cats in your Kitchens: 
 Saints in your injuries : Divels being offended : 
 
 Players in your Haf.wifery,and Hufwives in your beds. 
 
 Def. Oh, fie uponthee,flanderer- 
 
 Tago. Nay, it is true: or elfe Tama Turke; 
 
 You rife to play,and goe to bedto worke. 
 
 e#mil. You fhall not write my prailes 
 
 Jago. No,let me not. 
 
 Def. What would’ft write of me, if thou fhould ft 
 praife me. 
 
 Iago. Oh, gentle Lady.dee not put me toot, 
 
 For I am nothing, if not Criticall. 
 
 Def. Come on.aflay. 
 
 There’s one gone tothe Harbour ? 
 
 fag. I Madam. : 
 
 Def. Tamnot merry : but I doe beguile 
 The thing [ am,by feeming otherwile, 
 
 Come, how wouldit thou praifeme? 
 
 Jaro. Lam aboutit, but indeed my invention comes 
 from my Pate.as Birdlime does from Freeze , it pluckes 
 ont Braines and all. Bur my Mufe labours, and thus fhee 
 is delivered. 
 
 If foe be faire,and wife ;fairene(feand wit, 
 The ones for ufe,the other ufeth it, 
 
 Def. Wellpraisd: 
 How if fhebe blacke and witty ? EPAS 
 
 Iago. If fhe be blaske,and thereto have awit, 
 She'l find a white,that pall her blackueffe fit. 
 
 Def. Worfeand worles 
 
 e4mil. How iffaire and foolifh, - 
 
 lars. She never yet wak fools that was faire, 
 For ewen hor folly helpt her to an hetre. . 
 
 Defd. Thefeare old fond Paradoxes , tomake Fooles 
 jauch’ ith’ Alehoufe. _ W bat miferable prarfe hafte chou 
 for her that’s foule and foolith. 
 
 Tago. Theres none [o foule ana foolifp thereunto, 
 
 | But does faule prankes which faire,aud wi/e-ones does ‘ 
 
 > Defa. Oh heavy ignorance: thou praifelt the wort 
 belt, But what praife couldft thou beftow. on a defer- 
 ving woman indeed? One; that in the authority of her 
 
 Se 
 
 ee EERE 
 
 _ , did juftly put on the vouch of very malice it 
 ¢ Ce 
 
 Lago. She thut was ever faire,and never prond, 
 Had tongue at willsand yet was never loud : 
 Never lacke gold and yet went-neyer gay, 
 
 Fled fromber with,and yet laid now I may, 
 She that being angred sher revenge being utes 
 B ad her wrong ftay,and her dilp leafure fly 
 She that in wifedome never was [o. fraile, 
 Te change the Cods-héad for the:Salmons tatle,: 
 She that conldthinke,and nev’ difclofe her mina 
 See Suitors followsng and not tooke behind : 
 She was aWicht,(if ever fuch Wights were ) 
 Def. To doe what ? Fett 
 Jago. To fuckle Foolessand chronicle (mall Beeres 
 
 Defd.. Oh moft lame and impotent conclufion. ‘Doe 
 not learne of hime£millia , though he be thy husband. 
 How tay you (Caffia ) is henot a moft prophane:and li- 
 Deral! Connfailor 2 
 
 Caffic. He fpeakes home: ( Madam ) youmay reilith 
 him more in the Souldier,than in Scholler. 
 
 Jago; He takes herby thepaime: I, wellfaid, whifé 
 pers, Withbas little a web'as this; willl enfnare'as great 
 a Fly as Caffio, I, {mile upon her, doe: 1 will gyve thee 
 in thine owne Couitfhip. You | fay true, tis:foindeed, 
 If fuch trickes as thefe {trip yeu out of your: Lievtenans | 
 try,ithad beene better you had not kifs’d your three fins 
 gers fo oft. which tidw againe you are moft apt to play 
 thé Sir,in. Very good : well kifs'd, and excellent Curt- 
 fies tis fo indeed. Yet againe, your fingers toyour 
 lippes 2 Would: they. were:Clifter-pipes for your 
 fake. ; 
 
 The Moore,I Know his Trumpets 
 
 Cafe. Vis truely fo. 
 
 Def: Letsmeet him,and receive him. 
 
 Caffioy Loc, where he comes. 
 
 Enter Othello and eAttendants. 
 
 Oth, O,my faire Warriour. 
 
 Def. My deere Othello, 
 
 Oth, It givesmie wonder, great as my Content 
 To fee you herebefore mes 
 Oh my foules joys 
 lfafter every Tempeft, come fuck calmes, 
 May the windes blow, till they have wakeh’d death ; 
 And letthe labouring Barke ¢limbe hils of Seas 
 Olympus high : and ducke againe aslow, 
 Ashel’s from heaven. {fit were sow to dye, 
 Twere now tobe moft happy. For I feare, 
 My foule hach her content fo abfolure, 
 That not another comfort liketo this, 
 Succeeds inunknowne Fate. 
 
 Def. The heavensforbid 
 Bur that our Loves 
 And Comforts fhonld encreafe 
 Evens our dayes doe growe 
 
 Othe. Amcntothar(fweet Powers) 
 I carinot {peake enough of this content, 
 Ir foppes mehere 3 it istoo much of jey, 
 And this,and this the grcateft difeords be 
 
 “That ere our hearts fhall make. 
 
 Jago, Oh yon are well-tun'd now + But He-fer downe | 
 the Pegges that make this Muficke,as hore ashame © 21} 
 Othe. \ 
 
 ae 
 
Othe. Come,let us to the Caftle. 
 Newes (Friends) our warres are done : 
 The Turkes are drown’d. 
 How doc’s my old acquaintance of this Ifle ? 
 (Hony)you fhall be well defir’d in Cyprus, 
 1 have found great love amongft them. Oh my Sweet, 
 I pratele out of fathion,and I doat 
 In mine owne comforts. I prythee,good Jago, 
 Goe tothe Bay,and difimbarke thy Coffers 
 Bring thouthe Mafter to the Cirtadell, 
 He isa good one,and his worthinefle 
 Doe’s challenge much réfpect. Come De/demona, 
 Once more well met at Cyprus. 
 Exit Othels and Defdemona. 
 
 Iago. Do you meet me prefently atthe harbour.Come 
 thicher,if thou be’ft valiant, (asthey fay bafe men being 
 in love, have then a Nobility in their Naturessmore than 
 is native to them)lift-me; the Lievtenantto night wat- 
 ches on the Court of Guard., Firft, Imuft telf thee this: 
 Defdemona,is directly in love with hitn. 
 
 Rod. With him? W hy, tis not poifible. 
 
 Tago. Lay thy finger thus : and let thy foule be inftru- 
 &ted, Marke me. with what violence fhee lov’d the 
 Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantafticall fies. 
 Tolove him ftill for prating , let not thy difcreer heart 
 thinke it. Her eye muft be fed.. And what delight fhall 
 fhe have to looke onthe Divell? When the blood ds 
 made dull with the Acbof Sport, there fhould be a ‘game 
 to enflameit,and to give faticty a frefh appetite. Love- 
 lineffe im fav our;fimpathy in yeares, Manners , and Beau- 
 ties: all owhich the Moore’ is defectivesin. Now’ for 
 want of thefe requir’d “Conveniences, her delicate ten- 
 derneffe will find it felfeabus'’d,begin to heave the gorge, 
 difteilifh and abhorrethe Moore , very Nature will m- 
 ftruct her init, and compell her to: fome fecond choyde, 
 Now fir,this granted ( as it is a mott pregnant and vn- 
 forc’d position) who ftands fo eminent inthe degree ‘of 
 
 this Forcune,as (affio doc’s: a Knave very. volublé:.no | 
 
 further con{cionable,than in putting on the meere forme 
 of Civill,and humane fceming, for the better compaffe of 
 his Salt, and moft hidden loofe Affection? Why none, 
 why none: A flippery,and fabtle Knave,a finder offocta- 
 fion: that ha’s an eyecan {tampe.and Counterfeit Advan- 
 tages , thongh true Advantage neverprefent it felfe.) A 
 Divellith Knave: befides;theKmave is handfome,yong : 
 and hath all thofe requifires in him , that folly and greene 
 mindes looke after. A peftilent compleat Knave, and the 
 woman hath found bim already, 
 Rod. I cannot beleeve that inher, fhe’s fullof mot 
 lefs’d condition. 
 Tago, Blets'd figges-end.. The Wine thee drinke is 
 | made of Grapes. If fhe had beéneblets’d, thee would 
 never havelov'd the Moore:Blefs’d pudding. Didft thou 
 not fee her paddie with the palme of his hand? Did‘t-not 
 markerhat? 
 
 Rod. Yes,thatI did : but that was but curteffe. 
 
 Jago, Leachery by thisband: an Index, dndsob{cure 
 prologue to the Hiftory of Luft and :foule 1 houghts. 
 They met fo neere with their lippes , that their breathes 
 embrac’d together. Villanious thoughts Rodorigo, when 
 
 - thefe mutabilities fo marfhall the-way, hard at hand 
 comes the Mafter., and maine exercife, th’incorporate 
 conclufion: Pith. But fir, be you rufd by mee. Ihave 
 
 brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for 
 
 the command, Ile lay’t. upon you. Caffe knowes you - 
 
 not : Hie not be farre from you. Doe you find fome cc- 
 
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 cafion to anger Caffio, cither by {peaking too loud, or 
 tainting his difcipline , or from what other courfe 
 you picafe , which the time fhall more favourably mi- 
 nifter. een : 
 
 Rod. Well. : 
 
 Jago. Sir, he’s rath, and very fodaine in Choler : and 
 happily may {trike at yeu,provoke him that he may :for 
 even ont of thar will caufe thefe of.Cyprus to Mutiny. 
 W hofe qualification fhall come into vio true tafte againe, 
 but by the difplanting of (ffi. So thal you have a thor- 
 ter journey to your defires; by the meanes I fhallthen 
 have to preferrethem. And the impediment moft pro- 
 fitably removed, without the which there were no expe+ 
 <tation of our profperity. 
 
 Rody 1 will doe this;if you can bring itto’ any oppor. 
 tunity. 
 
 Jago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the Citta 
 dell. I muft fetch his neceflaries a fhore. Farewell. 
 
 Rod. Adieu. Exit. 
 
 Jago. Yhat Caffe lovesher,¥ doc well beleev'ts 
 That the loves him, tisapt,and of great credite, ©’ 
 The Moore (howbeit that ] endure him not) 
 
 Is ofa conftant,loving,noble Nature, 
 
 And I darethinke,he'le prove to De/demona, 
 
 A moft deare husband. Now Idoelove her too, 
 Not out of abfoluteluft,(though peradventure 
 
 I ftaadaccountant for as great a finne) 
 
 But partly led to dyet my Revenge, 
 
 Forthat I doe fufpect the lufty Moore 
 
 Hath leapt into my feat. The thought whereof, 
 Doth (:ikea poyfonous Minerall)gnaw my Inwards $ 
 And nothing can,or fhall content my Soule 
 
 Till 1am ceven’d with him,wife for wifes 
 
 Or failing fo,yet that I put the Moore, 
 
 Atleait intoa telouzie fe rong, 
 
 That judgement cannot cure. Whichthing to doe, 
 If this poore Trath of Venice,whom I trace 
 
 For his quicke hunting, ftand the putting on, 
 
 He have our ¢M7ichael Ca/sio onthe hip, 
 
 Abufe him to the Moore, in the right garbe 
 
 (For I feare Caffio with my Night-Cap too) 
 
 Make the Moore thanke me,love me,and reward me, 
 For making him egregioufly an Affe, 
 
 And practiGng upon bis peace and quiet, 
 
 Evento madnefle. Tis here : but yet confusd, 
 
 Knaverics plaine face,is never feene,iill us’d, Exit, 
 
 cena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Othello’s Herald with a Proclamations 
 
 Herald, It is Othello’s pleafure , our Noble and Vali- 
 ant Generall; That upon certaine Tydings now arriv’d, 
 importing the meere perdition of the Turkith Fleets 
 
 every man put him(elfe into Triumph. Some to dance, 
 
 fome to'make Bonfires , each man, to-what Sport an 
 
 Revels his addition leads him. For befides thefe bene- 
 ficiall Newes, itis the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So 
 much was his pleafure fhould be proclaimed. All offi- 
 
 ces are open,and there is full liberty of Feafting from this 
 pre- 
 
 sacilaiaiaiceiatiaaen: a 
 
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 prefent houre of five, till the Bell have told eleven. 
 
 Bleffe the Ifle of Cyptus,and our Noble Generall Grhello. 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter OtheHo,De[demona,Caffio and eAttendants. 
 Orhel.Good Maichael,looke you tothe Guard to night. 
 Lets teach our {elves that honourable ftop, 
 Not to out-{port difcretion: 
 Caf. Tago hath direction what to doe. 
 But notwithftanding with my perfonall eye 
 
 Will T looke to’t. 
 
 Othe. Iago,is moft honett : 
 Michael goodnight. To morrow with your earlieft, 
 Let me have fpeech with you. Come my deare Love, 
 
 - The purchafe made,the fruits are to enfue, 
 
 ; 
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 That profit’s yet to come tweene me,and you. 
 Goodnight. Exit. 
 Enter Iago: 
 
 Caf. Welcotne Iago; we mufttothe Watch. 
 
 Jag. Not this houre Lievrenant? ‘tis not yet ten o'th 
 Clocke, Our Genera'l caft us thus early for the love of 
 his De/demona : Whom,letusnot therefore blame; he 
 hath not yet made wanton the night with her : and fhee 
 
 is {port for Jove. 
 
 Caf. She’sa moft exquifite Lady. 
 
 Jago, And lle warrant her,full of Game. 
 
 Ca/. Indeed flice’s 4 moft frefh and delicate creature, 
 
 Iago, Whatan eye the ha’s ? 
 
 Me thinkes it founds a parley to provocation: 
 
 Caf: An inviting eye: 
 
 And yet me thinkes right modeft. 
 Jago. And when fhe {peakcs, 
 Is it not an Alarum to Love ? 
 
 Caf. Shicis indeed perfection. 
 
 Iago. Well: happinefie to their fheets, Come Lieve~ 
 tenant,! have aftope of Wine ; and here without are a 
 brace of Cyprus Gallants,that would faine ave a mica- 
 fure to the health of blacke Orbello. 
 
 Caf. Notto night,good Jage : have very poore; and 
 unhappy Braines for drinking. J could well with cour- 
 tefie would iivent fome other cuftome of entertaine- 
 ment. 
 
 Jago, Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup , Ile 
 drinke for you. 
 
 Caffio. Ihave drunke but one Cup to night , and that 
 was craftily qualified tou: and behold what innovation 
 itmakes here. Lam infortunate in the infirmity,and dare 
 not taske my weakenefle with any more. 
 
 Jago, What man? tis anightot Revels, the Gallants 
 defire it. 
 Caf, Where arethey ? : 
 
 Jago. Here,atthe doore : I pray you call them ins 
 
 Caf. Ie doo’t,but it diflikes me, ; 
 Tago. lé1can faften but ene Cup upon him 
 With that which he bath drunke to night already, 
 
 He’l be as full of Qnarrell,and offence 
 
 As my yong MiftrisDog, 
 
 Now my ficke Foole Redorigo, Q 
 
 Whom Love hathturn’d almoft the wrong fide ont, 
 
 To Defdemona hath tonight Carrow sd, 
 
 Potations,pottle-deepe ; and he’s to watch. 
 Three elfe of Cyprus, Noble {welling f pirits, 
 (That hold heir honours in a wary diftance, 
 The very Elements of this warlike ee 
 Have I to night flafter’d with flewing Cups, 
 
 And they Watch too. 
 
 | Now ‘mongtt this Flocke of Drunkards, 
 Am I to put our Cafio in fome‘AGtion 
 | Thatmay offend the Ifle. But here they comes 
 
 Enter Caffio, Montano ,and Gentlemen, 
 
 If confequence doe but approve my dreame, 
 
 My Buat fayles freely, both with windand ftreame. 
 (4/° Fore heaven, they have givenmea rowfe already; 
 Afon. Good faith a little one : not paft a Pint, as lam 
 
 | aSouldier. is ; : 
 
 dago. Some Wine hoa, 
 
 eAnd let me the Cannakin clinke,clinke : 
 
 end let me the (annakin clinke. 
 | A Souldiers aman : Ob mans life’s but a fpan, 
 Why then let a Souldier drinke, 
 
 Some Wine Boyes. 
 
 Caf. ’ Fore heaven : an excellent Song, 
 
 Jago, Ylearn’d itin England: where indeed they are 
 moft potent in Potting. Your Dane, your Germane, and 
 your {wag-belly’d Hollander, (drinke hoa)are nothing to 
 your Englifh, 
 
 e Cal Is your Englifhman fo exquifite in his drin- 
 
 ing ? 
 
 Iago. Why, he drinkes you with facilitie , your Dane 
 dead drunke« He fweares not to overthrow your Al- 
 
 maine. He gives your Hollander a vomit , eve the next 
 
 Pottle can be fill’d, 
 | (4/. Tothe health of our Generall. 
 
 (Mon.1 am for it Lievtenant : and He doe you Iuftice. 
 
 Jago. Oh {weet England. 
 
 King Stephen was and-a worthy Peere, 
 
 Hes Breeches coft him bur a (rowne, 
 
 He held them fixepence allto deere, 
 
 With that he call’d the Taylor Lowne : 
 
 He was awWight of high Renowne, 
 
 And thou art but of low degree : 
 
 Tis Pride that puls the Coustrey downe, 
 
 And tike thy awl'd Cloake about thee. 
 
 Some Wine hoa. 
 
 Caffio, Why thisis a more exquifite fong thaa the o- 
 ther. 
 
 Jago. Will you hear’t agsine ? 
 
 Caf. No: for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, 
 that do’sthofe things. Well: heav’nas above all: and 
 there be foules mutt be faved, and there be foules muft not 
 be faved. 
 
 Jago. Its tcue,good Lievtenant, 
 | Caf. For mine owne part,no offence tothe Generall, 
 | nor.any man of quality : 1 hope to be faved. 
 
 Iago, And {0 doe 1 too Lievtenanr. 
 
 Cafe. 13( but by your leave ) not- before me, The 
 Lievtenant isto be faved béforethe Ancient. Lets bave 
 nomore ofthis: lets to our affaires. Forgive us our 
 finnes : Gentlemen lets looke to our bufinefle. Doe not 
 thinke Gentlemen, Fan drunke: this is my Ancient, this 
 is my right hand, and this is my left. 1 am not drunke 
 now : 1 can ftand wellenough,and I {peake well enough. 
 
 Gert, Excellent wells . 
 Caf: Why very well then : you matt fot thinke then, 
 that lam drunke. 
 
 CMontan. Totti Platforme( Masters ) come, lets fet 
 the Watch. 
 
 Iago. ¥ou fee this fellow that is gone before, 
 He is a Soldier, fit to Rand by Ce/ar, 
 
 And give direction. And doe but fee his vice,’ 
 
 Tis to his vertue a juft Equinox, 
 
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 | The oneas long as th’other.. Tis pitty of him : 
 | T feare the trnft Othello purs him in, 
 | On fome odde time of his infirmity 
 Will fhake this [fland. : 
 
 Zont, But is he often thus?» 
 
 Iago. Tisevermore his prologue to his fleepe, 
 
 He’le watch the Horologue a double Set, 
 If drinke rocke not his Cradle. 
 
 font. It were well 
 The Generall were put in mind of it : 
 Perhaps he fees it not,or his good na-ure 
 Prizes the vertue that appeares in Caffia, 
 And lookes not on his evils ; is not this true ? 
 
 Enter Rodoriga. 
 
 Jago, How now Rodorigo £ 
 I pray you after the Lievtenant, got. 
 
 Mont. And tis great pitty that the Noble Moore 
 Should hazzard fach a piace.as his owne Second, 
 With one ingraft Infirmity, 
 
 Ic were.an honeft Action; ,to fay fo 
 To the Moore. 
 Iago, Not I,for this faire IMland, 
 I doe love Caffio well: and would doe much 
 Tocurc him of this evill. But harke,whatnoyfee 
 Enter Caffio pur[uing Rodrigo. 
 Cafe. You Rogue: you Rafcalle 
 (Mon. Whatsthe matter Lieutenant ? 
 Caf. AKnaveteach me my daty ? Ie beat the 
 Knave into a Twiggen Bottle. 
 Red. Beate me. 
 Caf. Doft thou prate,Rogue ? 
 Mon, Nay ,good Lievetenant : 
 I pray you fir,hold your hand. 
 Caf. Let me goc (fir) ; 
 Or Ile know youore the Mazzards 
 Mon. Come,come: you're Drunke, 
 Caffio. Drunke ? 
 Iago. Away I {ay :goe out and cry a Mutiny» 
 Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen : 
 Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir AZoztano : 
 Helpe matters. Here’s a goodly Watch indeed. 
 Who’s thet which rings the Bell: Diablo, hoa s 
 Thetowne will rife. Fie, fie Lieutenant, 
 You'l be fham’d for ever, 
 
 Enter Othello,and Attendants. 
 Othe, Whatis the matter here ? 
 (Mon, Ibleed ftill,Lam hurt,but not to th’death, 
 Othe. Hold for your lives. 
 Jag, Hold hoa: Lievtenant,Sir AZoztano,Gentlemen: 
 Have you forgot all place of fenfe and dutie e 
 Hold. The Generali fpeakes to you ; hold for fhame 
 Oth. Why how sow hoa? From whence arifeth this ? 
 Are weturi’d Turkes? andtoour felvesdoe that 
 Which heaven hath forbid the Orramauttes. 
 Fer Chriftian fhame,puat by this barbarous brawle ; 
 He thar ftirres next to carve for his owne rage, 
 Holds his foulelight : He dies upon his Motion. 
 Silence that dreadfull Bell,it frights the Ifle, 
 From her propricty. What is the matter,Mafters. 
 Honeft Jago, that lookes dead with grieving. 
 Speake: who began this ? Oathy lovel charge thee ? 
 Zago.\ donot not know: Friends all,but now,even now 
 In Quarter,and in termes like Bride and Groome 
 Develting them for Bed : and then,but now : 
 
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 | (Asif fome Planet had unwitted men) ia 
 nen en tt ee RE ett CR LS, 
 
 Swords out,and tilting oneat others breafts, 
 In oppofition bloody, I cannot {peake 
 
 Any beginning to this peevith oddes. 
 
 And would in action glorious,1 had loft 
 Thofe legges that brought metoapart of it. 
 
 Othe. How comes it ( AZichael ).youare thus forgot? 
 
 Caf. 1 pray you pardon me,I cannot fpeake; 
 
 Othe, Worthy AZontane,you were wont tobecivill: 
 The gravitie and f{tilneffe of your youth . 
 The world hath noted. And yourameis great 
 In mouthes of wifeft Cenfure. W hats the matter 
 That youunlace your reputation thus, 
 
 And {pend your rich opinion, for thename 
 Of anight-brawler ? Give me anfwer toit. 
 Mon. Worthy Orhello,tam hurtto danger, 
 Your Orficer Jago can informe you, 
 While I {pare {peech which fomething new offends me, 
 Of all that I doe know,ner know I ought 
 By me;thats faid, ordone amiffe this night, 
 Vniefle feife-charity be {ometimesa vice, 
 And to defend our felves,it be a finne 
 W hen violence aflayles us. 
 
 Othe. Now by heaven, 
 My blood begins my {afer Guides to rule, 
 And paffion (having my beft judgementcollied)- 
 Affayes to leade the way-If I once ftirre, 
 Or doe but lift this Arme,the beft of you 
 Shail finke in my rebuke. Give meto know 
 How this foule Rout began: Who fet iton, 
 And he that isapprov’d in this offence, 
 Though he had twinn’d wich me,both at a birth, 
 Shaillloofe me. W hat ina towne of warre, 
 Y ct wilde,che peoples hearts brim-full of feare, 
 To manage private,and domefticke Quarrel ? 
 In night,and on the Court and Guard of fafetie? 
 Tis mon'‘trous : Jage,who began’t ? ; 
 
 (Mon. lf partially Aitin’d,orleague in oilice, 
 Thou doft deliver more,or lefle than truth, 
 Thouart no Souldier. 
 
 Jago. Touch me not foneere, a 
 Thad rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, 
 Than it fhould doe offence to Michacl (affie, 
 
 Yet 1 perfwade my felfe,to fpeake fo the truth 
 Shall nothing wrong bim. This itis Generall : 
 (Montano and my felfe being in {peech, 
 
 There comes.a Fellow, crying out for helpe, 
 And (“fie following him with determin’d Sword, 
 To execute upon him. Sir,this Gentleman, 
 Steps into ( </fs,and intreats his paufe : 
 
 My felfe,the crying fellow did purfue, 
 
 Left by his clamour (as it {0 fellout) 
 
 The Towne might fall ia fright. He,({wift of foot) 
 Out-ran my purpofe : and I return’d the rather 
 For that I heard the clinke and fall of {Words, 
 And Caffe highin oath: Which till to night 
 Inete might fay before. When came backe 
 (Forthis was briefe)I found them clofe together 
 Atblow,and thraft,even as againe they were 
 When you your felfe did partthem, 
 
 More of this matter cannot I report, 
 
 But men are men : the belt fometimes forget, 
 Though Caffe did {ome little wrong to him, 
 
 As men inrage ftrike thofe that with them beft, 
 Yet furely Ca/fio,Ibeleeve,receiv’d 
 
 From him that fled,fome flrange indignity, 
 Which patience could not pafie. 
 
 Othe. 
 
tA TA tt pene nse nu nanee eeneeernrpeern 
 
 the Moore of Venice. 
 
 Othe. I know Jago 
 Thy honeftie, and love doth mince this matter, 
 Making it lightto Caffio: Caffie, I love thee, 
 But never more be Orticer of mine. 
 
 Enter Defdemona attended. 
 
 Looke if my gentle Love be not rais’d up : 
 Ile make theean example. 
 Def. Whatis the matter (Deere ? ) 
 Othe, All’s well, Sweeting : 
 Come away tobed, Sir for your hurts, 
 My felfe will be your Surgeon, Lead him off : 
 Jago, lonke with care about the Towne, 
 And filence thofe whom this vile brawle diftracted. 
 Come Defdemona, tis the Souldiers life, 
 To have their Balmy flambers wak’d with ftrife. Exit. 
 
 Jage. Whatare you hurt Lieutenant ? 
 
 Ce/. I, patt all Surgery. 
 
 Jago, Marry Heaven forbid. 
 
 Caf. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I have 
 loft my Reputation. Ihave loft the immortal part of my 
 felfe, and what remaines is beftiall. My Reputation, /ago, 
 my Reputation, 
 
 Jago. Aslam an-honeft man I had thought you had 
 received fome bodily wound ; thereis more fence in that 
 then in Reputation, Reputation is an idle, and moft falfe 
 impofition ; oft got without merit, and loft without de- 
 ferving. You haveloft no Reputation atall, unlefle you 
 repute your felfe fuch aloofer. What man, there are 
 more wayesto recover the Generall againe. You are 
 but now caftin his moode, (a punifhment more. in poli- 
 cie, then in malice ) even fo as one would beate: his of- 
 fenceleffe dogge, toaffright an Imperious Lyon, Sueto 
 him againe and he's yours. 
 
 Caf. I willrathér fue to bee defpis’d, then to deceive 
 fo'good a Commander, with fo flight,fo drunken, and fo 
 indiferect an Officer. Dranke ? And fpeake Parrat And 
 {quabble ? Swagger ? Sweare? And difcourfe Fuftian 
 with ones owne fhaddow ? Oh, thou invifible {pirit of 
 Wine, if thou haft no nameto be knowne by , let us call 
 thee Divell. os 
 
 Tago. What was hee that you follow’d with your 
 Sword ? What had he doite to youre 
 
 Caf. I know not. 
 
 Tago. Is't poffidle ? 
 
 Caf. I remember a maffe of things, but nothing-di- 
 ftin@ly :a Quarrell , but nothing whereforee Oh, that 
 men fhould patan Enemiein their mouthes, ‘to fteale'a- 
 way their Braines? ‘that wee fhould.with joy pleafance, 
 revell and applaufe, transforme our {elves into Bealts. 
 
 Tago. Why? But you arenow well enough : how came 
 youthusrecovered? 5 
 
 Caf; It hath pleas’d the. divell drunkennefle sto give 
 place to the divell wrath, one nnperfectnefic fhewes: me 
 another, to make me frankly defpife my. felfes 
 
 Tago. Come, you are too fevere.a Moraller, As the 
 Time, the Place,and the Condition of this Country ftands 
 I could hartily, with this had notbefalne: but fince it is; as 
 itis, mend it for your owne good.: wybsiind, 
 
 Caf. Twillaske him for my Place againe, hee fhalltell 
 me, Tama drunkard: bad I as many mouthes as Hydra, 
 fochan anfwer would ftop them all. To bee now a fen- 
 fible man, by and by aFoole, and:prefently a Beaft. Oh 
 ftrange! Every inordinate cup isunblefs’d, arid the Ingre- 
 
 dient is adivell. 
 
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 /ago, Come, come: good wine, is a good famillat 
 Creature, if itbe wellus’d; exclaime no more againtt it. 
 And good Lieutenant, Ithinke, you thinke I love 
 
 you. 
 
 Caffe. Thave well approvedit, Sir,t drunke? 
 
 Tago. You, ox any manliving, may be drunkeata time 
 man. I tell you what you fhall do:Our Generals Wife, 
 is now the General]. I may fay fo, in this refpect, for 
 that he hath devored, and given up himfelfe to rhe con- 
 templation, marke : and devotement of her parts and 
 Graces. Confefle your felfe freely to: her : Importune | 
 her. helpeto put you in your place againe. She is of fo 
 fice, {o kinde , fo apr, fo bleffed a difpofition, the holds 
 ita vice in hergoodneffe, notto do more then fhe is re- 
 quefted. This: broken joynt betweene you , and her huf- 
 band, entreat her to f{plinter. And my Fortunes againft 
 any lay worth naming, this cracke of your love, fhall grow 
 ftonger, then it was before. 
 
 Caffie. You advifeme well. 
 
 Tago.i proteft inthe finceritie of Love, and honeft kind. 
 nefle. 
 
 Gaffio. I thinke it freely : and betimes in the morning, 
 I will befeech the vertnous ‘Defdensona to undertake for 
 me : lam defperate of my Fortunes if they check me, 
 
 Jago. Youatein theright : good night Lyeutenant, I 
 mu{t tothe Watch. 
 
 Caffio, Good night, honeft Jago. 
 
 a eEEIieen are 
 
 Exit Caffia. 
 
 Jago, And what's hethen, 
 That fayes I play the Villaine? 
 When this advice is free I give,and honeft, 
 Proba!fto thinking, and indeed the courfe 
 To win theMoore againe, 
 Fortis moft eafie 
 Th inclyning De/demona tofubdue 
 In any honeft Suite. She’s fram'd as fruitefull 
 As the free Elemerts. And then for her 
 To win the Moore, were to renownce his Baptifme, 
 AllSeales, and Simbols of redeemed fin 
 His Soule is fo enfetter’d to her Love, 
 Thatthe may make, unmake, doe what fhe lifts 
 Evénas her appetite fhall play the god, 
 With his weake Function. How am 1 then a Villaine, 
 To Counfell Ca//ie to this paralell courfe, 
 Directly to ‘his good ? Divinitie of hell, 
 Whendivels will the blackeft finnes puton , 
 They do fuggelt at firft with heavenly fhewes, 
 AsIdo now. . For whilesthis hcneft Foole 
 Plies De/demona, to repaire his Fortune, 
 And fhe for him, pleades ftrongly to the Moore; 
 Ile powre this peftilence into his care : 
 That fhe repeales him, for her bodies Luft, 
 And by how much fhe ftrives to do him good, 
 She fhall undoe her Credite with the Moore: 
 So willl tarne her vertue isto pitch, 
 And out of her owne goodneffe make the Net, 
 That fhall en-math them all, 
 How now Redorigo? 
 
 Enmet Rodorigo. 
 
 Rodorige. 1 doe follow heere in the Chace, not 
 like“a Hound that hunts, bur one that filles up the}, 
 Crie. My Mony isalmoft {pent; I have beene to night }. 
 exceedingly well Cndgell’d: And I thinke the iflue| 
 
 x x wilt? 
 
The Tragedie of Othello. 
 
 | willbee, Ifhall havefo much experience for my paines ; Procure me fome accefle. 
 | Andfo, with no money atall; anda little more Wit, re- Jago. lle fend her to you Prefently : 
 | turne againe to Veuice. And Ile devifeameane todraw the Moore ~~ 
 Jago. How poore are they that have not Patience e Out of the way, that your converfe and bufineffe. 
 What wound did ever heale but by degrees? May be more free. Exit. 
 Thou know’ ft we worke by Wit, and not by, witchcraft Caffio, | humbly thankeyon fort. _Inever knew 
 And Wit depends on dilatory time : A Florentine more kinde, and honett. 
 Dos’tnot go well? Caffio hath beaten thee, Enter Emilia. 
 And thou by that {mall hurt haft eafheer’d Caffio: «4 mil. Goodmorrow ( good Lieutenant) Tam fortie 
 Though other things grow faire againit the Sun, For your difpleafure : bur all will dure be well. 
 Yet Fruites that bloffome firft , will firft be ripe: The Generali and his wife are talking of it, 
 Content thy felfe, a-while., Introth’tis Morning 5, And fhe {peakes for you ftoutly. The Moore replies; 
 Pleafure, and Action , male the houres feeme fhorts That he you burt 1s of great Fame: in Cyprus, 
 Retire thee, go where thouart Billited ; And great Affinitie ; and that in wholfome Wifedome 
 Away, I fay ,thou fhalt know more heereafter ¢ He might not butrefufe you.But he protefis he loves you: 
 Nay getthee gone. Exit Rodorégo, | And needs no other Suitor, but his likings 
 Twothings are to be done : To bring you inagaings 
 My Wife muft move for Cafioto her Mifiris : Caffio. Yet I beteechyou, 
 Ile fet her on my felfe, a while,to draw the Moore apart, | If you thinke fit, ot that it may bedone, 
 And bring him jumpe, when he may Ca/fie finde Give me advantage of fome briefe: Difcourfe 
 Soliciting his wife : I, that’s the way : With D2/domon alone. 
 Dull not Device, by coldneffe and delay. Exic e4imil. Pray comein : 
 ‘| I will.beftow you where you fhall have time: 
 To {peake your bofome freely. 
 (affie. 1am much bound to you: 
 
 Scatia Secundas 
 
 as SSUES cae 
 
 Enter Caffio, Mujitians, and Clowie. 
 
 Caffio, Matters, play heere, I will content your painies, 2 
 Something that’s briefe : and bid sgoodmorrow Generalle | -- Othew TE 
 Cf. Why Matters, have your Inftruments bin.in Na~ | A 
 
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 Enter Orbello, lage, and Gentleman. . 
 ch hefe Letters give (/age) to the Pylot; 
 teh? RIG | And By-him do my duties to the Senate: 
 Bre see Nof€ thus? bat done, I will be walking on the Workes, 
 = ages Tiegng eri | Repaire thereto me, 
 
 rity . roc ] pray Ed Toftruments ?, Jagd < Well, my good Lord, Hedoo’ts ‘e 
 
 Clo. Ob thereby bee y yen lizA, gh Oh. This Fortification (Gentlemen) fhall we fee't ? 
 
 Muf, Wh ane Fane atale, Gr? T 4 buGests Weel waite upon your Lordfhip- Exeumt 
 
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 : ae nay by many awinde Inftrument tha tl 
 now. But Mafters, hee’s money for you: and the Geo | | 
 
 nerall fo likes your Mulick, that hee defires you for loves Seana Tertia. u? 
 fake to make no noife withit. : rae, Les 
 
 Muf, WW ell Sir, we will not. a ae, - 
 § Enter De{demona, Caffio, and AEmilia. 
 Clo. Ifyou haveany Mulicke that, may not bee heard, | Def. Be thonafur'd Caned (ofl) Lwilldoe 
 too’tagaine. But (as they fay) to heare Muficke, the Ge- | All my abilities in thy behalfe. 
 nerall do’s not greatly care. te wih Good tia dot 
 pies We hav enone fuch, fire fi ésveb I warrant it reeves my Husband; 
 ow. Then putup your Pipes in your bagge, for Ile | Asifthe canfe werehis. 
 
 away. Go, vanifhinto ayre,away. Exit Mx}. DelO > ‘onot doubt C4 
 Cafio. Doft thou heare me, mine honeft Friend 2 But nee cee noe ee o 
 : et No, I heare not your honeft Friend : As friendly as ope were peo ’ 
 care you. Caffio. Bou ebaten le 
 Caffio, Prythee keepe up thy Quillets, ther's apoore Vike inet acuiaae taal Caffio; 
 peece of Gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that attends | He’s never any thing but your true Servants , 
 the Generall be ftirring , tell her , there’s.one Caffto en- Def. [know’t :I' thanke you s you'dolove my Lord : 
 treats her alittle favour of Speech. Wilt thoudothis? | you haveknowne him long; arid-be you well affus’d» 
 (%. She is ftirring fir : if fhe will ftirre hither, I fhall | He (hallinftrangenefle ftand no farther of 5 } (SRS 
 {eeme to notifie unto her, Exit Clo. | Then in apolitique diftarices 34 1 aie 
 afin I, but Lady, -booss: 
 . at policié may either laft fo long. 
 In ipae by ee Pe Poe \ | Or teedeupontuch nice and waterihh diet, 
 (afta.Why ne: theda tod f ne es Or breedeivfelfé fo out of Circumftances, 
 ihe nies y acs y cna roke betore we parted; | That.I being abfent, and my place fupply'd. 
 made bold (Zags) to fend in to your wifes...) | My Generall will forget my Love, and Service. 5 
 My faite to heris, that the willtovertuous De/demona. | Def. Doe not doubt oes before e#milia heres! 22?" 
 
 Bota cates ae 5 
 
 Enter Iago. 
 
the Moore of Venice. 3 
 
 I give thee warrant of thy place. Aflure thee, 
 
 If I doe vowa friendfhip, le perfome it 
 
 To the laft Article, My Lord thallnever reft, 
 
 He watch him tame, and talke bim out of patience ; 
 His Bed fhall feeme a Schoole, his Boord a Shrift, 
 Ile intermingle every thing he do’s 
 
 With Caffio's{uite: Therefore be merry Caffio, 
 For thy Solicitor thall rather dye, 
 
 Then give thy caufe away. 
 
 Enter Othello, and Iago. 
 e£mil, Madam, heere comes my Lord. 
 Caffio. Madam, Ile take my leave. 
 Def. Why ftay, and heare me {peake. 
 Caffio. Madam, not uow : 1am very illat cafes 
 Vnfit for mine owne purpofes. 
 Def. Well, doe your difcretion. 
 Jago. Hah? I like not chat. 
 Othe, What doit thou fay? 
 Jago. Nothing my Lord ; or if —I know not what. 
 Othel. Was not that (affio parted from my wife ? 
 Lago. Caffiomy Lord ? No fure;1 cannot thinke it 
 That he would fteale away fo guilty-like: 
 Seeing yous comming. 
 Oth, I dobeleeve ‘twas he. 
 Def. How now my Lord 2 ; 
 I have bin talking with a Suitor heere, 
 A man that languifhes in your difpleafure. 
 Orb, Who is’tyou meane? 
 Def Why your Lieutenant Cafie. Good my Lord, 
 If I have any grace, or power to move you, 
 His prefent reconciliation take. 
 For if he be not one, that truely loves you, 
 That erres in Ignorance, and not in Cunning, 
 I have no judgement inan honeft face. 
 I prythee call him backe. 
 Oth. Went he hence now ? 
 Defd. Tfooth; fohumbled, 
 That he hath left part of his greefe with me, 
 Tofuffer with him. Good Love,call him ba¢ke. 
 Othel. Not now ({weet Defdemon) fome other timé. 
 Def. But thall’t be fhortly ? 
 Oth. The fooner (Sweet) for you. 
 Def. Shal’t betonight, at Supper ? 
 Oth, No, not to night. 
 Def. Tomorrow Dinner then? 
 Oth. I fhall not dine at home : 
 I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell. i 
 Def. Why thento morrow night, on Tuefday morne, 
 On Tuefday noone, or night ; on Wenfday Morne. 
 I praythee name the time, but let it not 
 Excced three dayes. Infaith hee’s penitent : 
 And yet his Trefpaffe, in out common reafon 
 (Save that they {ay the warres muft make example) 
 Out of her belt, is not almoft a fault 
 T’incurre a private checke. When fhall ke come ? 
 Tell me Orhello. I wonder in my Soule 
 What you would aske me , that I would deny; 
 Or ftand fo mam’ring on ? What? Adichael Cafio, 
 That camea woing with you? and fo many a time 
 (When I have fpoke of you difpraifingly) 
 Hath tane your part, to have fo much to doe 
 To bring him in? Truft me, I could do much. 
 Oth. Prythee no more : Let himcome when he. will: 
 I will deny thee nothing. 
 Def. Why, this is not a Boone: 
 
 Exit Caffio. 
 
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 | “Tisasl thould entreate you weare your Gloves, 
 | Or feede on nourifhing difhes, or keepe you warme, 
 | Orfueto you, todoea peculiar profit 
 To yourowneperfon. Nay, when I havea fuite 
 Wherein I meane to touch your Love indeed, 
 | It fhall be fall of poize, and diticult waight, 
 | And fearefullto be granted. 
 Orh. I willdeny thee nothing. 
 Whereon, I do befeech thee, grant me this,. 
 Toleave me but alittle to my felfe. 
 ‘Def: Shall 1 deny you? No : farewell my Lord. 
 Oth. Farewell my Defdamona, Ile come to thee ftrait. 
 Def. e£miliacome ; be asyour Fancies teach you: 
 What ere you be, Iam obedient- Ext. 
 Oth, Excelleut wretch: Perdition catch my Soule 
 But Ido lovethee: and when I love thee nor, 
 Chaosis come againe. 
 Jago. My Noble Lord. 
 | Oth. What doft thon fay, Tago ? 
 | Jago. Did Afachael Caffio 
 
 When you woo'd my Lady, know of your love? 
 Oth, He did, from firft to lat : 
 Why doftthou aske ? 
 fags. But for a fatisfaction of my Thought, 
 No further harme. 
 Ozh, Why of thy thought, /ago? 
 Jago. I did not thinke he had bin acqnainted with it. 
 Orb. Ovyes,and went betweene us very oft, 
 Lage. Indeed ? 
 Oth. Indeed? 1 indeed. Difcern’ft thou ought inthat ? 
 Is he not honeft ? 
 Jago. Honeft, my Lord ? 
 Oth. Honeft ? I, Honeft: 
 Iago. My Lord, for ought I know 
 Oth, What do’ft thou thinke ? 
 Jago. Thinke, my Lord? 
 Oth, Thinke, my Lord ? Alas, thou eccos’t me; 
 As if there were {ome Montter in thy thought 
 Too hideous to be fhewne. Thou doit meane fomthing: 
 I heard thee fay even now, thou lik’ft noe that, 
 When Caffio left my wife. What did’*ft notlike ? 
 And when I told thee, he was of my Counfaile, 
 Of my whole conrfé of wooing ; thou cried’ft,Indeede2 | 
 And didd’{t contract, and purfe thy brow together, 
 As it thou then hadft fhut up in thy braine 
 Some horrible conceite,if thou do'ft love me 
 Shew me thy thought. 
 Jago. My Lord, you know T love yous 
 Orb, Ithinke thou do’ft : 
 For I know thou’rt full of Love, and honefty, 
 And weigh’ft thy words before thou giv’ft them breath 
 Therefore thefe {tops of thine, fright me the more: 
 For fuch things ina falfe difloyall Knave 
 Are trickes of Cuftonze : bat in a manthet’s jul, 
 They’re cold dilations working from the heart, 
 That paffion cannot rule. 
 lage. For Michael Cafsio, 
 I dare be fworne, I thinke that he is honeft. 
 Oth. I thinke fo too. 
 Jago, Men fhouldbe what they feeme, 
 Or thofe that bee not, would they might feeme ndne. 
 Orh. Certaine, men fhould be what they feeme, 
 Tago. Why then I thinke (“4/tio’s an honeft man, 
 Osh. Nay yet there’s more in this ? 
 I pray thee{peake to me asto thy thinkings, 
 As thou doft ruminate, and give thy wortt of thoughts: 
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 Tage. Good my Lord pardon me. 
 Though I am bound to every Act of duty, 
 I amnot bound to that: All Slavesare free: 
 Vtter my Thoughts ? Why fay, they arevild, and falfe ? 
 As where’s that Palace, whereinto foule things | 
 Sometimes intrude not? Who ha’s that breaft fo pure, 
 Wherein uncleanly, Apprehenfions 
 Keepe Leetes,and Law-dayes, and in Seffions fit 
 With meditations Lawfull ? 
 Othe: Thou do’ ft confpireagainft thy Friend (Jago) 
 If thou but think’ ft him wrong’d, and mak’ ft his ear¢ 
 A ftranger to thy Thoughts. 
 Iago. 1 dobefeech you, 
 Though! perchance am vicious in my gueffe 
 (As I confeffe it is my Natures plague 
 To {py into Abufes, and of my jealoufie 
 Shapes faults that are not) that your wifedome 
 From one, that fo impértectly conceits, 
 Would take nonotice,not build your felfea trouble 
 Ont of his {cattering , and unfure obfervance : 
 It were not for your quiet, nor your good, 
 Nor for my Manhood, honelty and Wifedome, 
 To let you know my thoughts. 
 Othe, What doft thou meane ? 
 Jago. Good name in Man,and woman( deere my Lord) 
 Is the immediate [ewell of their Soules; 
 Who fteales my purfe fteales trafh: 
 Tis fomething, nothing ; 
 Twas mine, *tis his ,and has bin flave tothoufands : 
 But he that filches from me my good Name, 
 Robs me of tht, which notenriches him, 
 And makes me poore indeed, 
 Othe. Me kaow thy Thoughts. 
 Tage, You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, 
 Nor fhall not, whil’it’tis in my cuftodie, 
 Othe. Ha? 
 Jago. Oh, beware my Lord, of jealoufie, 
 It isthe greene-ey’d Monfter, which doth mocke 
 The meate it feeds on. That Cuckoldlives in blifle, 
 Who certaine of his Fate, loves not his wronger : 
 But oh, what damned minutes tels he ore, 
 Whodotes, yet doubts: Sufpects, yet foundly loves ? 
 Othe. Omifery- 
 Tage. Poore,and Content, is rich, and rich enough, 
 But riches fineleffe, isas poore as Winter, 
 To him that ever feares he fhall be poore : 
 Good Heaven, the Soules of all my Tribe defend 
 From jealoufic. 
 Othe. Why? why is this ? 
 Think’ft thou, I’ld makea Life of Iealoufies. 
 To follow {till the changes of the Moone 
 With freth fufpitions? No: to be once indoubt, 
 Is to be refolv’d: Exchange me for aGoar, 
 When I fhall turne the bufineffe of my Soule 
 To fuch exufficate, and blowed Surmifés,, 
 Matching the inference. Tis not to make me Iealious, 
 Tofay my wife is faire, feeds well,loves company, 
 Is free of {peech, Sings, Playes, and Dances : 
 Where Vertue is, thefe are moft vertuous. 
 Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw 
 The finalleft feare, or doubt of her revolt, 
 For fhe had eyes, and chofe me: No /ago, 
 fle fee before I doubr; when I doubt, prove; 
 And on the proofe, there is no more but this, 
 Away atonce with Love, or Jealonfie,. 
 
 be Tragedieof Othello. 
 
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 Ia. 1 am glad of this : for now I fhall have reafon 
 
 To thew the Love and Duty that I beare you 
 With franker {pirit. Therefore (as 1 am bound) 
 Receive it fromme. I {peakenot yet of proote + 
 Looke to your wife, obferve her well with (affie, 
 Weare your eyes, thus : not Iealious, nor Secure 
 
 I would not have yous free, and Noble Nature, 
 
 Out of felfe-Bounty, be abus’dlooke too’t: 
 
 I know our Country difpofition wells 
 
 In Venice, they do ict Heaven fee the prankes 
 They dare not fhew their Husbands. 
 
 Their beft Confcience,’ 
 
 Is not to leave’t undone, but kept unknowne: 
 
 Oth. Doft thou fay fo? S 
 
 Jag. She did deceive her Father, marrying you, 
 And when fhe feem’d to fhake, and feare your lookes, 
 She lov’dthem moft, 
 
 Othe. And fo fhe did. 
 
 Jago. Why gotothen: : 
 Shee that fo young could give out fuch a Seeming 
 To feele her Fathers eyes up, clofe as Oake, 
 
 He thought’twas witchcraft. 
 But Iam much too blame: 
 I humbly do befeech you of your pardon 
 For too much loving you. 
 Othe. Yam bound toto theeforever. | 
 
 Jago. Ifeethis hatha little dath’d your Spirits: 
 
 Othe, Nota jot, not ajot- 
 
 Jago. Truft me | feare it has$ 
 I hope you will confider whatis {poke 
 Comes from my Love. 
 But I dofee y’are moov'd : 
 I amto pray you, not to ftraine my {peech 
 To groffer iflues, nor tolargerreach, 
 Then toSufpition. 
 
 Oth, I willnot. 
 
 Jago. Should you doe fo (my Lord) 
 My t{pcech fhould fall into fuch vilde fucceffe, 
 Which my Thoughts eym’d not. 
 Ce fio’ s my worthy Friend : 
 My Lord, I feey’are mov’d : 
 
 Oth. No, not much mov’d : 
 I donot thinke but De/demona’s honett. 
 
 Jago. Long live the fo; 
 And long live you to thinke fo- : 
 
 Oth. And yet how Nature erring fromitfelfe-—= 
 
 Jago. I,tkere’s the point : 
 As (to be bold with you) 
 Not to affect many propofed Matches 
 Of her owne Clime, Complexion and Degree, 
 Whereto we fee in all things., Nature tends : 
 Foh, one may fimell in fuch, a will moft ranke, 
 Foule difproportions, T houghts unnatural. 
 But (pardon me) I do not in pofition 
 Diftinly {peake of her, though I may feare 
 Her will, recoyling to her better judgement, 
 May fall to match you with her Country formesy 
 And happily repent. 
 
 Oth. Farewell, farewell : 
 
 If more thou doft perceive, let me know mores: 
 Set on thy wift to obferve, 
 Leave me Jago; 
 
 Jago. My Lord, I take my leave. 
 
 othe, Why did I marry ? 
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 Sees, and knowes more, much morethen heunfolds. 
 
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 Lago. My Lord, I would I mightintrcat your Honor 
 To tcan this thing no farther : Leave it to time, 
 Although’ tis fit that(“/io have his place; 
 For fure he filles it up with great Ability ; 
 Yet if you pleafe, to put him off a-while : 
 You fhail by that perceive him, and his me anes : 
 Note if your Lady ftraine his Entertainment 
 With any ftrong, or vehement importunitie, 
 Much willbe {eene in that: In the meanetime, 
 Let me bethought too bufic in my feares, 
 (As worthy canfe I have to feare I am) 
 And hold her free, Ido befeech your Honor: 
 Oth, Feare not my government. 
 ago. I once more take my leave, 
 Oth. This Fellow’ sof exceeding honefty, 
 And knowes all Quantities with alearn’d Spiric 
 Of humane dealings. IfI do prove her Haggard, 
 Though that her leffes were my deere heart-{trings, 
 I’id whiftle her off, and let her downe the winde 
 To prey at Fortune. Haply, for Iam blacke, 
 And have not thofe foft parts of Converfation 
 That Chamberers have : Or for I am declin‘d 
 Into the vale of yeares (yet that’s not much) 
 She’s gone. Iam abus’d, and my releefe 
 Mutt be to loath her. Oh Curfe of Marriage! 
 That we can call thefe delicate Creatures ours, 
 And not their Appetites ? I had rather bea Toad, 
 Anddive upon the Vapour of a Dungeon, 
 Then keepe a corner in the thing I love 
 For others ufes, Yet ’tis the plague to Great-ones, 
 Prerogativ’d are they leffe then the Bafe, 
 ‘Tisdeftiny unfhunnable, like deaths 
 Even then, this forked plague is Fated tous, 
 When wedo quicken. Looke where fhecomes : 
 
 Enter Defdemona and eALmilia, 
 
 If the be falfe, Heaven mock’dit felfe : 
 Ile not beleeve’t. 
 De. How now, my deere Orhello ? 
 Your dinner, and the generous Iflanders 
 By you invited, do attend your prefeuce, 
 Oth, 1am to blame. 
 Def. Why do you fpeake fo faintly ? 
 Are you not well ? ; : 
 Oth. I haveapaineupon my Forehead heere. 
 Def. Why that’s with watching, ‘cwill away agains. 
 Let me but binde it hard, within this houre 
 It will be well. 
 Oth. Your Napkin istoo little: 
 Let italone : Come, Ile go in with yous 
 Def, 1am very forry that you arenot well. 
 
 . e& mil, Lana glad 1 bave found this Napkin: 
 This was her firft remembrance from the Moore; 
 My way ward Husband hatha hundred times 
 Woo'd me to ftealeit. But fhe fo loves the Token, 
 (For he conjur’d her, fhe thould ever keepe it) 
 That the relervesit evermore about her, 
 
 To kiffe, and taike to. Ile have the worke tane out, 
 And giv’t Jago: what he will do with it 
 
 Heaven knowes, not I: 
 
 Inothing, but to pleafe his Fantafie. 
 
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 Enter Tazo. 
 
 Tago. How now ? What do you heere alone ? 
 e£mil. Do not you chide: I haveathing for you. 
 
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 cLimil, Yah? 
 
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 /ago. To havea foolifh wife. 
 etmil, Ob, isthat al]? What will yougive me now 
 
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 For that fame Handkerchife. 
 
 Jago. What Handkerchiefe ? 
 
 emul. What Handkerchicfe? 
 Why thatthe Moore firft gave to Defdemona, 
 That which fo often you did bid me fteales 
 
 44g, Hatt ftolne it from her ? 
 
 e£mil. No: but the let it drop by negligence, 
 And toth’ advantage, I being heere, took’t up : 
 Looke, heere ’tiss _ 
 
 fago. A good wench, give itme. 
 _c£mil, What will yon do with’t that yon have bene 
 10 earneit to have me fiichit ? 
 
 Tago. Why , whatis chat to you? 
 
 cEmil. If it be not fer {ome purpofe of import, 
 Giv’t meagaine. Poore Lady, fhee’lrun mad 
 When the fhall lacke it. 
 
 fago. Be not acknowneon’t: 
 I haveufe for it. Go, leave me Exit Emil, 
 Iwill in Caffio’s Lodging loofe this Napkin, 
 Aud let himvfindeit. Trifles lightas ayre, 
 Are tothe jealous; confirmations:ftrong, 
 As proofesofholy Writ. This may do fomething. 
 The Moorealready changes with my poyfons, 
 Dangerous conceites, are in their Natures poyfons, 
 Which atthe firft are {carfe found to diftafte : 
 But witha littlea@ upon the blood, 
 Burne likethe Mines of Sulphure. I did fay fo. 
 
 Enter Othello, 
 
 Which thou owd’ft yefterday. 
 
 Jago. Why how now Generall? No more of that. 
 O:he, Auant, be gone: Thon hatt fet me onthe Racke: 
 
 T {weare ‘tis bettertobe muchabuas‘d, 
 
 fago. How now, my Lord? 
 Oihe. Whatfent had I, in her ftolne houres of Luft? 
 [ faw’t not, thoughtic not: it harm’d not me: 
 I flept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merry. 
 I found not Caffio s kiffes on her Lippes : 
 He that is robb’d, not wanting what is ftolne, 
 et him not know’t,and he’s not robb’d at all. 
 Jago, Lam forry toheare this ? 
 Oth, I had beene happy ifthe general! Campe, 
 Pyonersand all, had tafted her {weet Body, 
 So T had nothing knowne. Oh now, for ever 
 Farewell the Tranquil! minde; farewell Contents 
 Farewellthe plamed Troopes, and the bigge Wares, 
 That make Ambition, Vertue ! Oh farewell,. 
 Farewell theneighing Steed, and the thrill Trumpe, 
 The Spirit-ftirring Drum, th’ Bare-piercing Fife, 
 The Royall Banner, and all Quality, 
 Pride, Pompe and Circumftance of glorions Warre : 
 And O you mortall Engives, whofe rudethroates 
 Th’ immortall loves dread Clamours counterfeit, 
 Farewell: Ozkello’s Occupation’s gone. 
 Tago. Is'tpoffible my Lord? 
 Orh. Villaine, be fure thou prove my Lovea Whore ; 
 Be fure of it : Give me the Ocular proofe, 
 
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 Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule, 
 Thou had’ft bin better have bin borne a Dog 
 Then anfwere my wak’d wrath. 
 
 Jago. Is’t come to this? : 
 
 Oth. Make me to fee’t : or (at the leaft ) fo prove it, 
 That the probation beare no Hindge,nor Loope, 
 
 To hang adoubt on: Or woeuponthy life. 
 Iago. My Noble Lord. 
 
 Oth. If thoudo’# flander her, and torture me, 
 Never pray more : Abandonall remorfe 
 On Horrors head, Horrors accumulate , 
 
 Doedeeds to make Heaven weepe,all Earrhamazd; 
 For nothing canft thou to damnation adde, 
 Greater then that. 
 
 Iago, O Grace | O Heaven forgive me! 
 Are youa man ? Have youa Soule ? or Senfe ? 
 Thatlov {ft to make thine Honefty,a Vice! 
 
 Oh monftrous world! Take note, take note (O World) 
 Tobe direct and honeft, is not fate. 
 
 Ithanke you for this profit, and from hence 
 
 Ile love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offences 
 
 Oth. Nay ftay : thon fhouldit be honett. 
 
 Tago, I fhould be wife, for. honeftie’sa Foole, 
 And lofes that it workes for. 
 
 Oth, By the World, 
 
 Ithinke my Wife be honeft, and thinke fhe is not: 
 I thinke that thou art juft, and thinke thou art net ¢ 
 Ile have fome proofe. My name that was as frefh 
 As Dians Vilage, is now begrim d and blacke 
 Asmine owne face. If there be Cords or Knives, 
 Poyfon, or Fire, or fuffocating itreames. 
 
 Ile not indureit, Would I were {atisfied. 
 
 Iago. I {ee youare eatenup with paffion ; 
 Tdorepent me, that I put itto you, 
 
 You would be fatisfied ? 
 
 Oth. Would,Nay, and I will. 
 
 lage, And may : but how? How fatisfied, my Lord ? 
 Would you the fuper -vifion groffely gape on ? 
 Behold her topp’d ? 
 
 Oh. Death,anddamnation. Oh! 
 
 lago. It werea tedious difficulty I thinke, 
 To bring to that profpeét : Damnethem then, 
 Ifever mortall eyes 2a fee them boulfter 
 More then their owne, , Whatthen? How then ¢ 
 What fhall I fay ? Where's Satisfaction ? 
 Itis impoffible you fhould {ce this, 
 Were they as primeas Goates ,as hot as Monkeyes, 
 As faltas Wolves in pride,and Fooles as groffe 
 AsIgnorance, made drunke, But yet , I fay, 
 If imputation and ftrong circumtftances, a 
 Which leade directly tothe doore of Truth, 
 Will give youfatisfa@ion, you might have’t. ¥ 
 
 Oth.Giveme aliving reafon fhe’s difloyall. 
 
 Jogo. I do notlike the Oifice. 
 
 But fith Iam entred in this caufe fo farre 
 (Prick’d too’t by foolifh Honefty,and Love } 
 I will goon. Tlay with ( afie lately, 
 And being troubled with a raging tooth, 
 I could notfleepe. There are a kindeof men, 
 So loofe of Soule, that in their fleepes will mutter 
 ) Their Affayres: one of this kinde is. Ca/fio: 
 In fleepe I hicard him fay, {weet Defdemena, 
 Let us be wary ,let us hide our Loves, 
 And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand: 
 Cry, oh {weet Creature sthen kiffe me hard, 
 
 | She'may be honeft yet: Tell mebut this, 
 ' Have you not fometimes feene a Handkerchief 
 
 God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Foole, - 
 
 See Caffio wipe his Beard with. 
 
 ¥ . }\Not with vaine thankes,but with acceptance bounteous, 
 ‘ 
 
 ' Butlet her live. 
 
 As it he pluckt up kiffes by the rootes, 2) 
 That grew upon my lippes, laid his Leg ore my Thigh, 
 And figh, and kifle, and then ery curfed Fate, 
 That gave thee tothe Moores 
 
 Oth, O monftrous | monttrous! 
 
 Jago. Nay this was but his Dreame. 
 
 Oth, But thisdenoteda fore-gone conclufion, 
 Tisa fhrew’d doubt, though it be buta Dreames 
 
 Jago. Andthis may helpetothicken other proofes, 
 
 That do demonftrate thinly. 
 
 Oth. Mle teare her all :0 peeces- : 
 
 Jago.-Nay yet be wifes yet we fee nothing done, 
 
 Spotted wich ftrawberries, in your wives hand ? 
 Oth. I gave her {uch a one ; ‘twas my firft gift 
 Jago. 1 know not that: but fuch a Handkerchiefe 
 
 (1am fure it was your wives) did I today 
 
 Oth. lf itbe that. 
 Jago. If it be that,or any,if’t was hers, 
 it {peakes againft her with the other proofes. 
 Oth. Othat the flave had forty thoufand lives s 
 One istoo poote, too weake for my revenge 
 Now do! fee’tistrue, Looke heere Jago, 
 All my fond lovethus do I blow to Heaven. Tis gone, 
 Arife blacke vengance, from the hollow hell, 
 Yceld up (O Love) thy Crowne and hearted Throne 
 To tyrannous Hate, Swell bofome with thy fraught, 
 For tis of Afpickes tongues. 
 Jago. Yet be content. 
 Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood. | 
 Iago. Patience I fay : your minde may change. 
 Othe Never Jago. Liketo the Ponticke Sea, 
 Whofe Icie Current, and compulfive courfe, 
 Nev’r keepes retiring ebbe, but keepes due on 
 To the Proponticke, and the Helle{pont + 
 Even fo my bloody thoughts, with violent pace 
 Shall nev’r looke backe, nev’r ebbe to humble Love; 
 Till that a capable and wide Revenge 
 Swallow them up, Now by yond. Marble Heaven, 
 Inthe due reverence of a Sacred vow, 
 I heereengagemy words=—— 
 Zags. Donot rife yet: 
 Witneffe you ever-burning Lights above, 
 You Elements, thatclip us round about. 
 Witneffe that heere ago doth giveup 
 The execution of his wit, hands, heart, 
 To wrong’d Orhelo’s Service. Let him command, 
 And to obey thall be inme remorfe, 
 What bloody bufinefle ever. 
 oth. Igreetthy love, 
 
 And will upon the inftant put thee too’t, 
 Within thefe three dayeslet me heare thee fay, 
 That Caffio’s not alive. 
 
 Tago. My friend is dead : 
 
 Tis done at your Requett 
 
 Oth. Damne her Jewde Minx : 
 
 O damne her, damne her. 
 
 Come go with mea-part, I will withdraw 
 
 To furnith me with fome {wift meanes of death 
 For the faire Divell. 
 
 Now art thou my Lieutenant. 
 
 Jago. Tam your owne for evers 
 
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 Scena Quarta. 
 
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 Enter De(demona, Emilia, and {lowne. 
 dy Do you know Sirrah, where Licutenant ('4/io 
 yes? 
 
 Clow. I dare not fay he lies any where. 
 
 Def. Why man? 
 
 Clo, He’s a Soldier, and for mee to fay a Souldierlyes, 
 tis ftabbing. 
 
 Def. Go to : where lodges he? 
 
 — Totell you where hé lodges, is totell you. where 
 ye. 
 
 Def. Canany thing be made of this? 
 
 ‘Ch, [know not where he lodges, and for mee to de- 
 vife a lodging,and fay he lyes heere,or he lyes there,were 
 to lye in mine owne throat. 
 
 ‘Def. Can you enquire him out ? and be edified by; re- 
 port ? 
 Clo, 1 will Catectize the world for him, thatis, male 
 Queftions, and by them anfwer- 
 
 Def. Seeke him,bid him come hither: tell him, I 
 have moov'd my Lord on his behalfe , and hope all will 
 be “well. 
 
 (lo, To do thissis within the compaffe of mans Wit, 
 and therefore I will atrempt the doing it. Exit (lo. 
 
 Def. Where fhould 1 loofe the Haridkerchiefe, e4- 
 milia? 
 
 e£mil. 1 know tot Madam. 
 
 Def, Beleeve me, I had rather have loft my parfe 
 FullofCruzadoes. Andbut my Noble Moore 
 Is trueof minde,and made of no fuch bafeneffe, 
 
 As jealious Creatures are, it were enough 
 To put him to ill-thinking. 
 
 e£mil. Is he not jeatious ? 
 
 Def. Who he ?I thinkethé Sun where he was borne, 
 Drew all {uch humors from him. 
 
 e£milia, Looke where he comes: 
 
 Exter Othello. 
 Def, I will not leave him now, till Ca/fie be 
 Call’'d to him. How is’t with you, my Lord ? 
 
 Oth. Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to diffemble ! 
 
 How do you, De/demona ? 
 Lef, Well, my good Lord. 
 Oth. Give me your hand, 
 
 This hand is moy{t my Lady, 
 
 Def. It hath felt ngage, nor knowne no forrow, 
 
 Oth. This argues fraitfulneffe, and liberall heart : 
 Hot, hot, and moyft. This hand of yours requires 
 A fequefter from Liberty : Fafting, and Prayer, 
 
 Much Caftigation, Exercife devout, 
 
 For heere’sa young and {weating Divell heere 
 
 That commonly r¢bels : Tisa good hand, 
 
 A franke one. 
 
 Def. You may (indeed) fay fo : 
 For ‘twas that hand that gave away my heart. 
 
 Oth A liberall hand. The hearts ofold, gave hands? 
 
 But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts. 
 Def. 1 cannot fpeake of this: 
 Come, now your promife. 
 Oth. What promife, Chucke? 
 Def. Ihave fent to bid Caffio come {peake with you. 
 Orb, I havea falt and forry Rhewme offends me 
 
 Lend me thy handkerchiefe. 
 
 Def. Heere my Lord. 
 
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 Oth, That which I gave you. 
 
 Def. have it not about me. 
 Oth. Not? 
 Def. No indeed, my Lord. 
 Orb, That’sa¥ault : That Handkerchiefe 
 Did an A;gypttan to my Mother give: 
 She wasa Charmer, and could almoft read 
 Thethoughts of people, She told her, while fhe kept it, 
 Twould make her Amiable,fubdue my Father 
 Intirely to her love : but if fhe loft it, : 
 Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye 
 Should hold her toathed, and his Spirits fhould hunt 
 After new Fancies. She dying gave it me, 
 And bid me(when my Fate would have me Wiv’d) 
 To give it her. I did fo; and take heede on’t, 
 Make ita Darling, like your precious eyes 
 Toloofe’t, or give’t away, were fuch pérdition, 
 As nothing elie could match. 
 Def: Is't poffible? 
 Oth. Tistrue,there’s Magickein the web oft : 
 A Sys that had numbred in the world 
 The Snnto courfe two hundred compafles, 
 In her prophetické furie fow'd the worke : 
 The Wormeés were hallowed, that did breedethe Silke, 
 And itwas dyede in Mummey, which the Skilfalt 
 Conferv’d of Maidens hearts. 
 Def. Indeed? Ist true ? 
 Oth. Mott veritable,therefore looke too’t well. 
 Def: Then would the Heaven,that I had never feene’t 
 Oth. Ha? wherefore? 
 Def. Why doyou fpeake fo ftartingly, and rath? 
 Oth. Is’t loft 2 1s't gon ? Speak,is’t out o’th’ way? 
 Def. Bleffe us. 
 
 Oth, Say you? 
 
 Def, Itisnot loft : but what and if it were ? 
 
 Oth. How ? 
 
 Def, I fay it isnot loft. 
 
 Oth. Fetcht, let me fee’t. 
 
 Def, Why fo [can bat I will not now : 
 
 This is atricke to put me from my fuite, 
 Pray youlet Caffio be receiv'd againe. 
 Oth. Fetch ine the Handkerchiefe, 
 My minde mif-gives. 
 Def. Conie, come: you lnever mectea more {uitici- 
 ent man, 
 Orb, The Handkerchicfe. 
 Def Amanthat all his time 
 Hath founded his good Fortunes on your love ; 
 Shar’d dangers with you - 
 _ Orb, The Handkerchiefe. 
 Def. Infooth, youare too blame; 
 y Oth, Aways 
 e#wil, Is not this man jtalious ? 
 * Def. Inev’efaw this before. ; 
 Sure, there’s forme wonder in this Handkerchiefe, 
 I am moft anhappy in the loffe of it. 
 
 Amit, Tis nota yeare or two fhewes us aman > 
 They are all but ftomackes, and we all but Food ; 
 They eateus hungerly, and when theyare full 
 They belch us. 
 
 zit Othello, 
 
 Enter Jago, aud Caffio. 
 
 Looke you, Cafie and my Husband, 
 
 Iago’ There isno other way : “tis fhe muft doo't : 
 And loe the happineffe : go, and importune her, 
 
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 : Cafsie. Madam. my former faite. Idobefeech you, 
 at by your vertuous meanes, I may againe 
 Exift, and be amember of his love, 
 Whom I, with all the Office of my heart 
 Intirely honour, I would not be delayd. 
 If my offence, be of fuch mortall kinde, 
 That not my Service paft , nor prefent Sorrowes, 
 Nor purpos’d merit in futurity, 
 Can ranfome me into his love againe, 
 But to know fo, muit be my benefit : 
 So fhall I cloath mein a fore’d content, . 
 And fhut my felfe up in fome other courfe 
 To Fortunes Ales. 
 Def. Alas(thrice-gentle Ca/fie) 
 My Advocation is not now in Tune; ; 
 My Lord, is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him; 
 Were he in Favour, as in Humour alte:’d. 
 
 | Sohelpe me every {piris fanctified, 
 
 | There's matter ia’t indeed, if he be angry, 
 
 As I have fpoken for yowall my belt, i 
 And ftood within the blanke of his difpleafure 
 For my free{peech. You muftawhile be patient 
 
 *What I can do, I will: and more I will 
 
 Then for my felfe I dare. Let that {uifice you 
 
 Tage. Is my Lord angry? 
 
 emil. He went hence but now: 
 
 And certainly in ftrange unquietnefie, 
 
 Jago. Can be beangry 2 I have fvene the Cannon} 
 Whenit hath blowne his Rankes intothe Ayre, 
 And like the Divell fromhis very Arme 
 Puff’t his owne Brother: And is he angry ? 
 Something of moment then ; I will eo meet him, 
 Exit. 
 
 Def, Iprythee do fo. Something {ure of State, 
 Either from Venice, or fome unhatch’d pradife 
 Made demonttrable heere in Cyprus, to him, 
 
 Hath pudled his cleare Spirit :andin {ach cafes, 
 Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things, 
 Though great onesare their objet. Tis even fo. 
 For let our finger ake , and it endues 
 
 | Our other heathfull members, even toa fenfe 
 
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 Ot paine. Nay, we muft thinke menare not Gods, 
 Nor of them looke for fuch obfervance 
 
 As fitsthe Bridall, Bethrew me much, eZmilsa, 
 Twas (unhandfome Warrior, as I am) 
 
 Arraigning his unkindnefle with my foule : 
 
 But now I finde,I had fuborn’d the Witnefle, 
 
 And he’s Indited falfely. 
 
 emil. Pray heaven it be 
 State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception, 
 
 Nor no fealious Toy, concerning you. 
 
 Def. Alasthe day, I never gave himcaufe. 
 
 cml, But Iealious foules will not beanfwerdfo 5 
 They are not ever jealous for the caufe, 
 
 But jealious, for they’re jealious. Itis aM onfter 
 Begot upon it felfe, borne onit felfe. 
 
 ‘Def. Heaven keepe the Monfter from Orhel’s mind. 
 
 cimil. Lady, Amen, : 
 
 De. Twillgofeekehim. (affo, walke heere abont : 
 IfI do finde him fit, Ile move your fuite, . 
 And feeke ta effet it tomy uttermoft Exit. 
 
 C4f- \ humbly thanké your Ladyfhip, 
 
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 : '. Enter Bianca. 
 Bian. "Save you (Friend Caffe, ) 
 
 The Tragedieof Othello. 
 
 Defi How now’ (goud Caffio) whrt’sthegeweswith ,  Caffo. What make you from home? 
 
 How is’t with you, my moft faire Bianca? 
 
 Indeed (fweet Love) 1 was comming to your houfe. 
 Bran. And I was going to-your Lodging, Cafis, 
 
 What ? keepe a weeke away ? Seaven dayes,and Nights? 
 
 Eight {core eight houres ? And Lovesabfent howers 
 
 * More tedious then the Diall, eight {core times? 
 
 Oh wearie reck’ning. 
 Caffio. Pardon mé,Biancas 
 I have this while with leaden thoughts beene preft, 
 ButI fhail ina more continvate time 
 Strike off this {core of abfence. Sweet Bianca; 
 
 | Take me this worke ont. 
 
 Bianca, Oh (affio, whence came this? 
 This is fome token from a newer Friend, 
 To the felt-Abfence : now I fecle a Caufe: 
 Is't come to this? Well, Well. 
 
 Ca/sio, Go to, woman: 
 Throw your vilde guefles inthe Divels teeth, 
 
 | From whence you have them. You are jealions now. 
 
 That this 1s from fome Miftris, fome remembrance 
 No, in good troth Bianca. , 
 Bian. Why, who'sisit? 
 Caffio. I know not neither : 
 I found icin my Chamber, 
 { like the worke well; Ere itbe demanded 4 
 (As like enough it will) 1 would have it coppied s 
 Take it, and doo’t, and leaveme for. this times 
 Bian. Leave you? wherefore? 
 Caffio. 1 do attend heere on the Generall, 
 And thinke itno addition nor my with 
 To have hm fee'me woman’d, 
 Bsan. Why, pray you ? 
 Caffie. Notthat I love you not. 
 Bias. Butthat you do not love me, 
 T pray you bring meon the way alittle, 
 And fay, if I {hall fee you feone arnight ? ; 
 ‘Caffio. Tis but alittle way that can bring you, 
 For lattend heere , But Ie fee you foone. 
 Bian, *Tis very good 3.1 muft becircumftanc’d. 
 Exeunt Omnes. 
 
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 Enter Othello ,and Iago, 
 Tago. Will you thinke fo ? 
 Oth. Thinke fo, Lago? 
 fago. What to kiflein private ? 
 0s». Anunauthoriz’d kifle 2 
 Jago. Or tobenaked with het Friends in bed, 
 An houre, or more, not meaning any harme? 
 Oth. Naked in bed (ago) and not meane harme ? 
 It is hypocrifie againft the Divell: : 
 They that meane vertuoufly, and yet do fo, 
 The Divell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heaven: 
 Jago. If they de nothing,’tisa Veniall flip : 
 But if I give my wife a Handkerchiefe. 
 Othe, What then ? an 
 Jago. Why then ‘tis hers (my Lord) and being hers, 
 She may ( I thinke) beftow’t on any man, 
 Othe. She is ProteGtreffe of her honor too: 
 May fhe give that ? Spcmiceare 
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Iago. Her honoris an Effence that’s not feene, 
 
 They have it very oft, that haveit not. 
 But for the Handkerchiete. 
 
 Othe, By heaven I would moft gladly have forgotit : 
 Thou faidft(oh, it comes ore my memory, 
 
 Asdoth the Raven o’re the infectious houfe : 
 Boading roall) he had my Handkerchiefe. 
 
 Jago, I: what of that? 
 
 Oth. That's not fo good now: 
 
 fag. What if I had faid, I had feene him do yon wrong? 
 Ox heare him fay (as Knaves befuch abroad, 
 
 Who having by their owne importunate fuite, 
 Or voluntary dotage of fome Miftris, 
 Convinced or fupply’d them cannot chufe 
 
 But they muft blab.) 
 
 Oth, Wath he faid any thing? 
 
 Jago. He hath (my Lord) but be yon well affur’d, 
 No more then he'le un-{weere. 
 
 Oth. What hath he faid ? 
 
 Jago, Why, that he did: | know not what he did. 
 
 Oth, What? What? 
 
 Iago, Lye. 
 
 Oth, With her? 
 
 Iago. With her? On her : what you will: 
 
 Oth. Lye with her? lye on her ? We fay lyeon her, 
 when they be-lye-her. Lye with her: that’s full fome: 
 Handkerchiefe : Confeffions : Handketchicfe. To con- 
 feffe, and be hang’d for his labour. Firft , to be hang’d, 
 and then to confefle : I tremble atit. Nature would not 
 inveft her felfe in fuch fhad owing paffion, without fome 
 Inftru@tion. It isnot words that fhakes me thus, (pith) 
 Nofes, Eares, aad Lippes : is’t poffible. Confefle? Hand- 
 kerchiefe ? O divell. Falls ina Traunce. 
 
 Jagor Worke on, 
 
 “My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught, 
 
 And many worthy, and chaft Dames even thus. 
 (All guiltleffe) meete reproach : what hoa? My Lord? 
 My Lord, I fay Osheo. 
 
 Enter Caffio. 
 How now Caffie? 
 Caf, What’sthe matter ? 
 Iago. My Lord is falne into an Epilepfic, 
 This is his {econd Fit : he had one yefterday» 
 Caf, Rub him abour the Temples. 
 Jago. The Lethargie mutt have his quyct courfe s 
 Tf not, he foames at mouth - and by and by S 
 Breakes out to favage madnefle. Looke, he ftirres : 
 Do you withdraw your felfe a little while, 
 He will recover ftraight : when hee is gone, 
 I would ongreat occafion, fpeake with you. : 
 How is it Generall ? Have you not hurt your hand: 
 Othe. Doft thou mocke me? 
 Jago. 1mocke you not, by Heavens 
 Would you would beare your Fortune lifea Many 
 Orb. A Horned man’sa Monfter and a Beaft. 
 Jago, ‘There's many a Beaft then ina populous Citty, 
 And many acivill Monfter. 
 Oth. Didhe — it? 
 Iago. Good Sir, bea man : 
 Thinke every bearded fellow that’s but yoak ‘d 
 May draw with oe rage s ee vow alive, 
 ‘shtly lye in thofe unproper beds , : 
 oe dae {weare preuliar. Your caufe es better. 
 Oh, ’tis the fpight of hell, the Fiends Arch-mock, 
 
 To lip a wanton ina tecure Cowch ; 
 
 the Moore of Venice. 
 
 | Poore Caffio’s files, geftures and light behaviours 
 
 And to fappofe her chaft.. No,let meknow, 
 And knowing what Iam, I know what fhe fhall be. 
 oth, Oh, thou art wile :’tis certaine. 
 fago. Stand you awhile apart, 
 Confine your felfe but ina patient Lift, 
 Whil'ft you were heere, o’re-whelmed with your griefe 
 (A paffion moft refultinng fucha man ) 
 Caffio came hither. I fhifted him away, 
 And laid good fcufes on your Extafie, 
 Bad him anon returne : and heere fpeake with me, 
 The which he promis’d. Do but encave your felfe, 
 And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes and notable Scornés 
 That dwellin every Region of his face. 
 For I will make him tell the Tale anew’; 
 Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when 
 He hath, and isagaine to cope your wife. 
 Hay, bur marke his gefture : marry Patience, 
 Or I fhall fay y’areall in all in Spleene, 
 And nothing of a man. 
 Oth, Do’lt thou heare, Jage, 
 I willbe found moft cunning in my Patience: 
 But (do’ft thou heare) moft bloody. 
 aago. That’s not amifle. 
 But yet keepe time in ail: will you withdraw ? 
 New will I queftion (affio of Bianca, 
 A Hnfwife, that by felling her defires 
 Buyes her felfe Bread, and Cloath. It isa Creature 
 That dotes on Caffio, (as ‘tis the Strumpets plague 
 To be-guile many, and be be-guil'd by one) 
 He, when he heares of her, cannot reftraine 
 From the exceffe of Laughter: Heere he comes. 
 
 Enter Caffie, 
 
 As he thall {mile, Othello fhall go mad : 
 And his unbookith leloufie muft conferve, 
 
 Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenaut? 
 (af. The worfer, that you gave methe addition, 
 Whofe want even killes me. 
 lago. Ply Defdemona well, and you are {ure on’t : 
 Now, if this Sute lay in Bianca’sdowre; 
 How qpickely fhou'd you {peed ? 
 Ca/. Alas poore Caitiffe. 
 Oth. Looke how he Jaughes already. 
 lago. T never knew woman love man fo, ) 
 (af: Alas poore Rogue, I thinke indeed the loves me, | 
 Oth. Now he denies it faintly : and langhes it out, 
 Jago. Doyou heare Caffio? 
 Oth. Now he importunes him 
 To tellito’re : go to, well fayd, well faid. 
 Tago. She gives it ont, that you fhall marry hers 
 Do you intend it ? 
 (af. Ha, ha, ha. 
 Oth. Do ye triumph Romaine? de you triumph ? 
 Caf. I marry. What? A cuitomer ; prythee beare 
 Some Charitie to my wit, donot thinke it 
 So unwholefome. Ha, ba, lia, 
 Oth, So, f0,f0,fo : they laugh, that witines, 
 Jago. Why thecry goes, that you marry her, 
 Caf, Pry thee fay true. 
 Jago. 1 ama very Villaine elfe. 
 Oth. Have yov {coar’dme; Well. 
 Caf. This isthe Monkeys owne giving out : 
 She is perfwaded I will marry her 
 Out of her owne love & flattery, not out of my promife. 
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 Oth, Iagobecons me: now he beginsthe ftory. 
 (Cajfsie. She was heere even now: fhe baunts mee ine- 
 very place. I wasthe other day talking on the Seabanke 
 with certaine Venetians; andthither comes the Bauble, 
 and falls me thus about my neck. : 
 Oth Crying ohdeere Cafsio, as it were: his gefture im- 
 Orts IC. 
 
 Cafsio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes upon me : 
 So fhakes, and pullsme. Ha,ha,ha. 
 
 Oth. Now hee tells how fhe pluckt him to my Cham- 
 ber : ob, I fee that nofe of yours, but now that dogge, 1 
 fhall throw it to: 
 
 Cafsio, WellI muftleave her company- 
 
 Jago. Before me :looke where fhe comes. 
 
 Enter Bianca, ; 
 
 ' Caf. Tisfuch another Fitchew:marry a perfum'd one? 
 What do you meane by this haunting of me ? 
 
 Bian. Let the diveli,and hisdam haunt you: what did 
 you meane by that fame Handkerchiefe, you gave mee 
 even now ? I wasa fine Fooleto take it : I muft take out 
 the worke? A likely piece of worke,that you fhould finde 
 it in your Chamber,and know not wholeftitthere. This 
 is fome Minxes token, andi muft take outthe worke ? 
 There, give it your Hobbey-horfe, wherefoever you had 
 it, Ile take out no worke on’. 
 
 Casio, How now, my {weete Bianca ? 
 
 How now ? How now ? : 
 
 Othe, By Heaven, that fhould be my Handkerchiefe. _ 
 
 Bian, \f you'le cometo fipper to night you may, if 
 you willnot, come when youare next prepard for. Exit 
 
 ago. After her: after her. 
 
 Caf. I mult, thee’ rayle in the ftreets elfe. 
 
 Jaga. Will you fup there? 
 
 Caf. Yes, 1 intend fo. 
 
 Tago. Well, may chaice to {ee yon: for [ would very 
 faine {peake with you. 
 
 Caf, Prythee come: will you? 
 
 Iago, Goto; fay no more. 
 
 Oth. How fhall I murther him, Jaze. 
 
 Jago. Did you perceive how he laugh’d at his vice ? 
 
 Oth. Oh, Lago, 
 
 Tago. And did you fee the Handkerchife ? 
 
 Oth, Was that mine ? 
 
 age. Yours by this hand : and to fee how he prizes the 
 foolith woman your wife : the gave it him, and he hath 
 giv'n it his whore. 
 
 Oth. I would have him nine yeeresa killing: 
 
 A fine woman, a faire woman, a {weet womati ? 
 
 Jago, Nay, you mutt forget thar. 
 
 Oth. I, let herrot and perith ,and be damn’d to night, 
 for fhe fhallnot live. No, my heart isturn’d to {tone : I 
 ftrikeit, and it hurtsmy hand. Ob, the world hath not 
 afweeter Creature : fhe might lye by an Emperoutts fide, 
 and command him Taskes. 
 
 Tago. Nay that’s not your way. 
 
 Orbe, Hang her, I do but fay what theis : {0 delicate 
 with her Needle: an admirable Mufitian. Oh, the will 
 fing the Savagenefle out of a Beare: of fo higha plenteous 
 wit, and invention? 
 
 Tag. She’sthe worfe for all this. 
 
 Oth. Oh, athoufand, a thoufand times: 
 
 And then of fo gentlea condition? 
 
 ag - Ttoogentle. 
 
 Othe. Nay that’s certaine : 
 
 But yet the pitty of it , /ago: oh Jago, the pitty of it 
 
 Exit. 
 
 The Tragedieof Othello. 
 
 I, 
 
 Lago. 
 
 ice: If yon are fo fond over her iniquitie’s give her 
 pattent to offend , for if ittouch not you, it comesneere 
 no body. 
 
 Oth. Iwill chop her into Mefles ; Cuckold me? 
 
 Jago. Oh,’ tis foule in hers 
 
 Oth. Withmine Oificer? 
 
 Jago. That's fouler. 
 
 Othe. Get me fome poyfon, Jago, this night. Ie not 
 expoftulate with her: left her body and beautie unpro- 
 vide my minde againe ; this night /ago. 
 
 Jago. Do itnot with poyfon, frangle herin her bed, 
 Even the bed fhe hath contaminated. 
 
 Othe. Good, good : 
 
 The juftice of it pleafes : very good. 
 
 Jago. And for (afste, let me be hisundertaker ; 
 
 You fhall heare more by midnight. 
 
 Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and eAttendants, 
 
 Othe Excellent good : What Trumpet is that fame? : 
 Jago. I warrant fomething from Venice, | 
 Tis Ledovico, this, comes from the Duke, 
 See, your wife’s with him. 
 Lodo. Save you worthy Generall. 
 Othe, With all my heart Sir. 
 Lod.The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you. 
 Othe. 1 kiffe the Inftrument of their pleafures. 
 Def: And what’s the newes, good cozen Ledevicot 
 Jago. Tam very glad to fee you Signior : 
 Welcome to Cyprus. 
 Lod. 1 thanke you : how dos Lieutenant Caffio? 
 Jago. Lives Sir. 
 Def. Cozen there’s falne betweene himand my Lord, } 
 An unkind breach: but yeu fhall make all well, 
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 Othe, Areyou fure of that? 
 Def, My Lord? . 
 Othe. This faile you not todo, as you will——— 
 
 Lod. He did not call: he’s bufie in the paper, 4 
 Is there divifion twixt my Lord and (4/sie ? 
 Def. Amoft unhappy one : I would do much 
 Tattone them forthe love I beare to Ca/sia. 
 Oth, Fire, and brimeftone. 
 Def. My Lord. 
 Orb. Are you wife ? 
 Def. Whatishe angry? 
 Lod, May bethe Letter mov’d him. 
 For as I thinkethey do command him home, 
 Deputing (4/iio in his Governement. 
 
 Def. Trutt me, Iam glad on’t. 
 
 Othe. Indeed? 
 
 Def. My Lord? 
 
 Oth, Tam glad te fee you mad. 
 
 Def. Why, fweet Orhelle? 
 
 Othe, Divell. 
 
 Def: I have not deferv'd this, d 
 Led. My Lord, this would not be beleev'd in Venice, 
 
 Though I fhould {weare I {aw’t. Tis very much, 
 Make her amends : fhe weepes. 
 
 Oth. Oh divell, divell : 
 
 If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares, 
 Each drop the falls, would prove a Crocodile: 
 Out of my fight. 
 
 Def-1 will not ftay to offend you: 
 
 Lad. Truely obedient Lady : 
 I dobefeech your Lordfhip call her backe. 
 
 begets 
 
1 Othe; Miftris» 
 
 ¥ Def. My Lord. 
 
 Othe. What would you with her; Sir? 
 : Led, Who!,my Lord? 
 
 . Othe. I, you did with, that I would ‘make her turte: 
 ; Sir, fhe can turne,and turne: and yet go on 
 And turne againe, And fhe can weepe; Sir, weepe- 
 q And fhe’s obedient 3 as you {ay obedient. 
 y Very obedient ; proceed you in your teares. 
 Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted paffion) 
 Tamcommanded home: get you away’: 
 Ry Ile fend for you anon. Sir L obey the Mandate. 
 And will returneto Venice. Hence; auaunt: 
 (affio thali have my Place. And Sir;to night 
 I doentreat, that we may fup togethers 
 You are welcome Sir to Cypruss 
 Goates,and Monkeys. Exij, 
 Lod. Is thisthe Noble Moore, whom our full Senate 
 Call all in all fuiticient ?Is this the Nature 
 Whom Paffion could not fhake ? W hofe folid vertue 
 The fhot of Accident, nor dart of Chance 
 Could neither graze, nor pierce? 
 Jago. He is much chang’d. 
 Lod. Are his wits fafe? Is he not of light Braine? 
 Jago. He’s that heis: I may norbreath my cenfure. 
 What he might be : if what he might, he1s not, 
 I would to.heaven he were, 
 Lod. What, {trike his wife? 
 Jago. *Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew 
 That ftroake would prove the wortt. 
 Led,’ 1s it hisufe ? 
 Or did the Letters, workeupor his blood, 
 And new create his fault ¢ 
 Jago. Alas,alas : 
 It is not honefty in me to {peake : 
 What I have feeneand knowne. You fhall obferve him, 
 And his owne courfes will denote him fo, 
 That I may fave my {peech: do but go after 
 And marke how he continues. 
 ~ Le. Jam forry that Iam deceiu’din him. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Secun da: 
 
 Exter Othello,and Lmilia 
 
 Ore, You have feenenothing then ? 
 
 ce mil. Nox ever heard: nor ever did fufpect: 
 
 Othe. Yes, you havefeene Caffe, and the together. 
 
 e@ mil, But then] faw no harme: and then I heard, 
 Each fyllable that breath made up betweene them. 
 
 Othe. What? Did they never. whifper? 
 
 e£mil. Never my Lord. 
 
 Otbe. Nor fend you out o’th’ way? 
 
 eZ mil. Never. Breed 
 
 Othe. To fetch her Fan, her Glovessher mask,nor no- 
 
 e4il. Never my Lord. ) (thing ? 
 
 Othe. That's firange. aa 353 = 
 
 “mil. I durlt (my Lord) to wager, fhe is honefk 
 
 Lay downe my Soule at ftake: If yon thinke other, 
 Remoye your thought. Irdoth abufe your bofomes, 
 Tf any wretch have put this in your head, . 
 ' Let Heaven requite it withthe Serpents curfe, 
 
 the Moore of Venice. 
 
 } 
 That cannot {ay as much. This isa fubtle Whore : x 
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 B5i 
 
 For:if the benor horielt, chalte aiid, trite; 
 There’s no man-happy, The pureft of their Wives 
 Is fouleas Slander: 
 
 Othe. Bid her comé hither : go. Exit AAmilias 
 She faies enough : yet fhe’sa fimple Baud 
 
 eed 
 
 A Cloffe: Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets, 
 And yet fhe‘lekneele, and pray ; I have feene her do’t. 
 
 Enter Defdemona, and. Amilia. 
 
 Def. My Lord, whatis your will ? 
 Othe. Pray you Chacke come hither. 
 Def. Whatis your pleatire ? 
 Orb. Let me fee your eyes : looke iri my face. 
 Def. What horrible Fancie’s this ? 
 Oth. Some of your Function Miftris 
 Leave Procreants alone, and fhut the doore : 
 Cough, or cry hem ; if any body come: 
 Your Myftery, your Myftery; Nay difpatch. Exit ems. 
 Def. Vpon my knee, what doth your {peech import? 
 I underftand a Fury inyour words. 
 Orbe. Why ? Whatartthon? 
 Def. Your wife my Lord : yout true and loyall wife, 
 Othello. Come {weareit: damne thy felfe, being like 
 one of Heaven , the divells themfelves fhould feare to 
 ceaze thee. Therefore bee double damn’d: {weare thou 
 } art honett. 
 Def: Heaven doth truely know it. 
 Othe, Heaven truely knowes,that thou art falfe as hell. 
 Def- To whom my Lord? 
 With whom ? How am I falfe? 
 Othe. Ah Defdemon, away away away. 
 Def. Alas the heavy day : why do you weepe ? 
 Am I the motive of thefeteares my Lord ? 
 lf happely youmy Father do fufpe@; 
 An Inftrnment of this your calling ’backe, 
 Lay not your blame on me: if you have loft him, 
 I have loft him too, 
 Othe. Had it pleas’d Heaven, 
 To try me with Affliction, had they rain'd 
 All kind-of Sores, and Shames on my bare-head : 
 Steep’d me inpoverty tothe very lippes. 
 Given to Captivitre,me and my utmoft hopes. 
 I fhould aave found in fome place of my Soule 
 A drop of patience. Butalas,to make me 
 The fixed Figure forthe time of Scorne, 
 To point his flowyand moving finger at. 
 Yet could Tbeare that too, well, very well: 
 But there where I have garnerd-up my heart, 
 Where either I mnftiive, or beare no life, 
 The Fountaine from the which my currantrunnes, 
 Or elfe dries up: to be difcarded thence, 
 Or keepe itas a Cefterne, for foule Toades 
 To knot and gendefin, Turnethy complexion rhere + 
 Patience,thou youngand rofe-lipp'd Cherabin, 
 I heere looke grim as hell. 
 Def Uhope my Lord efteemes mie honeft. 
 othe, O1,as Sommer Flyes are in the Shainbles, © 
 That quicken even with blowing, Oh.thon weed; 
 Whoart fo lovely faire; and {melt fo fweere, — * 
 That the Sence askes at thee, 
 Would thow had’ft never bin bortie. 
 Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have Lcommited 2.” 
 Othe. Was this faire Paper? This moft goodly Booke 
 Made towrite Whore'upoa ? What committed, ~*~ ~~ 
 
pera erg Se ea 
 
 «152 The Tragedieof Othello. 
 
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 Committed? Oh, thoupublicke Commoner, 
 I fheuld make very Forges of my cheekes, 
 That would to Cynders burne up Modeftie, 
 Did I but {peake thy deedes. W hatcommitted ? 
 Heaven ftoppes the Nofe at it, and the Moone winks : 
 The baudy winde that kiffes allit meetes, 
 Is huth’d within the hollow Myne of Earth 
 And willnot hear’t, What commited? 
 Def. By Heaven you do me wrong. 
 Othe. Arenot youa Strumpet ? 
 Def. No,as] ama Chriftian. 
 Ifto preferve this veflell for my Lord, 
 From any other foule unlawfull touch 
 Be not to bea Strumpet, I am none. 
 Othe, What,nota Whote ? 
 Def: No,as | thall be fav’d. 
 Othe. Is't poffible? 
 Def. Ob Heaven forgiveus. 
 Othe. Icry youmercy then. 
 I tooke you for that cuaning Whore of Venice, 
 
 | That married with Othello. You Mittris, 
 
 Enter Emilia, 
 
 That have the ottice oppofite to Saint Peter, 
 
 And keepesthe gate of hell, You, you: Lyou. 
 AV e have done our courfe: there’s mony for your paines: 
 I pray you turne thekey and keepe our couufaile. Exits 
 e4mil, Alas, whardosthis Gentleman conceive ? 
 How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady? 
 Def: Faith, halfea fleepe, 
 cEmi. Good Madam 
 What’sthe matter with my Lord ? 
 Def. With whom? 
 c4imil, Why, with my Lord, Madam ? 
 Def. Whois thy. Lordi : 
 e4mil, Hethat is yours, {weet Lady. 
 Def. Lhave none: do not talketo me, e£milia, 
 I cannot weepe: nor anfweres have lnone, 
 But what fhould go by water. Prytheeto night, 
 Lay on my bed my wedding theetes, remember, 
 And calithy husband hither. 
 emil. Heere’s.a change indeed. Exits 
 Def. *Tis meete I fhould be us’d{o: very meete. 
 How have I bin behav’d, that he might fticke 
 The finall’ft opinion oa apy leaft mifufe 2 
 
 Enter lage, and e/Emilidy 
 Jago. W hat is your pleafure Madam ? 
 How ist with you ? 
 Def. Tcannot tell : thofe that doe teach your Babes 
 Doe it with gentlemeanes, and eafietaskes, 
 He might have chid me fo : for in good faith 
 I ama Child tochiding. 
 lago. ‘What isthe matter Lady ? 
 | e4imil. Alas(Jago) my Lord hath fo bewhor'd her, 
 Throwne {uch difpight, and heavie termes upon her 
 That true hearts cannot beare it, 
 Def. Am I that name, Jago? 
 Tage, What name (faire Lady?) 
 De. Sach as fhefaid my Lord did fay I was. 
 emi, He call’dher whore: aBegger in hisdrinke : 
 Could not have laid fuch termes upon his Callet. 
 Jago. Whydidhefo®? 
 Def. 1 donot know : 1 am fure lam none fuch. 
 Jago. Do not weepe, do not weepe : alas the day. 
 c£_mil, Hath the forfeoke fo many Noble Matches? 
 Her Father ? And her Country @ And her Friends 2: 
 
 -- ee One 
 
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 To be call’d Whore? Would it not make oneweepe? 
 Def: \c ismy wretched Fortune. 
 Jage. Befhrew him for’t: 
 How comesthis Tricke upon him? 
 Def. Nay, Heaven doth knows Me 
 e#mi_ I willbe hang’d, if fome eternall Villaine, 
 Some bufie and infinuating Rogue, 
 Some cogging, cozening Slave to get fome Oifice, 
 Has not divis’d this Slander: I will be hang'd elfe. 
 Tago. Fie, there isno {uch man: itis impoffible, 
 Def. Ifany fuch there be, Heaven pardon him, 
 emit. A halter pardon him : 
 And hell gnaw his bones, 
 Why fhould he call her Whore? 
 Who keepes her company ? 
 What Place? What Time? 
 What Forme? What liklyhood ? 
 The Moore’s abus'd by fome moft villanous Knave, 
 Some bafe notorious Knave, fome {curvy Fellow. 
 Oh heavens,that {ach companions thou’ditunfold, 
 And put in every honeft hand a whip 
 To lath the Rafcall naked through the world, 
 Even from the Eaft to th’ Weft. 
 Tage, Speaxe within doore. ‘ 
 evéml, Oh fie upon them : fome {uch Squire he was 
 That curn’d your wit, the feamy-fide without, 
 And made you to fiifpect me with the Moore. 
 fago. You area Foole : go tos 
 Dé, Alas Lage: 
 What fhall Ido to win my Lord againe? 
 Good Friend, gu to him : for by this light of Heaven, 
 I now not how Lloft him. Heere] kneele: 
 If ere my will did ttef{paffe *gain{t his Love, 
 Either in difcourle of thought, or actuall deed, 
 Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence 
 Delighted them :or any other Forme: 
 Or that | do not yer, and ever did, 
 And ever will, (though he dofhake me off 
 To beggerly divorcement) Love him deerely, 
 Comfort torfweare me. Vokindneffe may do much, 
 And his unkindneffe may defeat my life, 
 But never taynt my Love. Icannotfay Whore; 
 It do's abhore me now | {peake the word, 
 To doe the Ad, that might the addition carne, 
 Not the worlds Maffe of vanitic could make me. 
 Jage. I pray youbecontent: ‘tis but his humour + 
 The bufineffe of the State do’s him offence. 
 Def. It *twere no other, 
 Jago. Itisbutfo, I warrant, 
 Hearke how thefe Inftruments. fammon to fiupper ¢ 
 The Meflenger of Venice ftaies the aad F 
 Goin; and weepe not: all things fhall be well. ° = 
 : E Exeunt Defdemona and emilsai 
 
 Enter Rogorige. 
 How now Redorigo ? 
 Rod. I donot finde 
 That thou deal’ ft juftly with me. 
 Jago. W hat in the contrary ? : : 
 ‘Rodors, Every day thoucofts me with fome device Lage 
 and rather as it feemes to me now, keep’ft from me al 
 conveniencie, then fupplieft:me. with the leaft advantage 
 of hope s Iwill indeed no longerendare it. Nor am lyet 
 perfwaded'to pueup in peace , what already Ihave foo 
 lithly fuffred. 
 ago. Will yottheare me Rodorigo ? 
 
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 Performances are no kin together. 
 
 Zage. You charge me moit unjuftly, 
 
 Rede. Withnaughtbut truth: I have wafted my felfe 
 outof my meanes. The Jewels you have had from me 
 todeliver De/dermona, would balfe have corrupted a Vo- 
 tarilt. You have told me the hath receiv’d them, and re- 
 turn’d me expectations and comforts of fodaine refpect, 
 and acquaintance; bntI finde none. 
 
 Jago. Well, goe to: very well. 
 
 Rod. Very well, go¢ to : L cannot goe to, (man) nor 
 
 tisnot very well. Nay I thinke it isfeurvy + and beginto | 
 
 find my felfe fopt in it. 
 
 Jago, Very well. 
 
 Rodo, 1 tell you, tis not very well: I will make my 
 felfeknowne to Defdemona. If fhe will returne me my 
 Iewels, Iwill give over my Suit, and repent my unlaw- 
 full folicitation. If not, affure your felfe, I will {eeke 
 fatisfaction of you. 
 
 Jago. Youhave {aid nows 
 
 Red. 1, and faid nothing but what I proteft intendment 
 of doing. 
 
 Iago. Why, now Ifee theres mettle in thee : andeven 
 from thisinftant doe build:on thee a better opinion thea 
 ever before : give me thy hand Redorigo.¥ hou haft taken 
 againft mea moft juft exception : but yet I proteft I have 
 dealt molt directly in thy Affairee 
 
 Rod. It hath not appear d. 
 
 Tage, I grant indeed it hath not appear’d : and your 
 fufpition is not without wit and judgement. But Rodéri- 
 go, if thou haft that inthee indeed, which I have greater 
 reafon to beleeve now then ever (1 meane purpofe, Cou- 
 rage, and Valour) this night fhew it. If thou the next 
 night following enjoy not-De/demona, takeme from this 
 world with Treachery, and devife Engines for my life. 
 
 Rod. Well: whatisit ? 1s it within reafon and com- 
 paffe ? : 
 
 lago, Sir, there is efpeciall Commiffion{come from 
 Venice to depute Caffio in Othello’ place. . 
 
 Rod. Is thattrue ? Why then Orhello and Defdemona re- 
 turtie againeto Venice. sibs 
 
 Jago. Oh no: he goesinto Mauritania and takech a- 
 way with him the faire De/demona, unleffe his abedé be 
 lingred heere by {ome accident . _W herein none can be fo 
 determinate, as the removing of Ca/fie.. 
 
 Red. How doe youmeane removing hin? 
 
 Tage. Why ,by making him uncapable of Othello’ s place: 
 knocking out his braines. 
 
 Rod, Andthat you would have me to doe. a 
 
 Tago. 1: if you dare doe your felfea profit, anda ‘ight. 
 Hefupsto night with a Harlotry : and thither will, Igoe 
 to him. He knowes not yet of his honorable fortune, if 
 you will watch his going thence (which I will fafhion 
 to fall out betweene twelve and one) you may take him 
 at your pleafure. I will be neereto {econd your Attempt, 
 and he fhall fall betweene us« Come; {tand not amaz’d at 
 it, but goealong with me : 1 will thew youfuch a necef- 
 fity in his death,that you fhalk thinke your felfe bound to 
 put it on him. Itisnow high{upper time : and the night 
 growestowaft. About it. 
 
 Red. I will heare farther reafon for this- 
 
 Tages And you fhall be fatisfi’d. 
 
 Execute 
 
 LMoore of Venice. 
 
 Redo. Thave heard too much : and your words and 
 
 Sing Wiklough, Gc. 
 Willongh, ¥ tllonyh. (Prethee highthee, hele come anon) 
 
 Scena T ertia, 
 
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 Enter Othello, Ledovico, De[demona, e&milia, 
 and Attendants. 
 
 Lod.J doe befeech you Sir, trouble yout felfe no farther 
 Oth. Oh pardon me: twill doe me good to walke. 
 Lod, Madam,good night : 1 humbly thanke your Lady- 
 Def? Your honor is moft welcome. (thip. } 
 Oth, Wiliyou walke Sir ? Oh De(demsona, 
 
 Dé. My Lord, 
 
 Oth. Get you to bed onth’inftant, I will be return’d 
 forth with : difmiffe your Attendant there: look’t bee 
 done. Exit. 
 
 Def: Twill my Lord. 
 
 of. How goes it now?he lookes gentler then he did. 
 
 Defs He fayes he wiilreturne incontinent, 
 
 And hath commanded me to goe to bed, 
 And bid me to difmiffe you. 
 
 cEmil. Difmiffe me ? 
 
 D¢. It was his bidding : therefore good eAmslia, 
 Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu; 
 
 We muft not now difpleafe him. 
 
 eEmsl. I would you had never feene him. 
 
 Def. So would not I: my love doth foapprove him, 
 That even his ftubbormefic, his checks, his frownes, 
 (Prethee un-pin me) have grace ond favour. 
 
 cEms.) have laid thofe Sheetes youbad me on the bed. 
 
 De Alls one ; good Father, how foelith are our minds? 
 If I doe dye before thee, prethce fhrowd mie 
 Iu one of thefe {ame Sheetes. , 
 
 e£mil, Come, come: you talke. 
 
 Def. My Mother hada Maid calld Barbara, 
 
 | She was iniiove « and be fie lov'd prov’d mad, 
 
 Aud did forlake her. She had a Song of Willough, 
 An old thing twas ; but it exprefs’d her Fortune. 
 And fhedy’d finging it. That Song to night, 
 Will nat goe from my mind : Ihave much to doe, 
 But to goe hang my head all at one fide 
 And fing it like poore Barbara: pretheedifpatch, 
 e4imil. Shall { goe fetch your Night-gowne? 
 Def. No, ut-pin me here, 
 This Ledewcois a proper man. 
 e£mil, A very handfome man. 
 Def. Helpeakes well. 
 eZ£mil. I knowa Lady in Venice would have walk’d 
 barefoot to Paleftine fora touch of his neither lip. 
 Def. The posre Soule fat fingsng by a Sicamour tree, 
 Sing all a greene Wikong h : 
 Her handon her bofome,ber head on her knee, 
 Sing Willough, Willough, Willough. 
 
 The frefh Streames ran by ber, and murmutr’ a her tmoanes 
 Sing Willourh, Ge. 
 
 Her falt texres fell from her, and fofined the stones, 
 (Lady by thefe) 
 
 Sing alla greene Willough muff be my Garland. 
 Let-no bey blame him,his foorne I approve. 
 (Nay thatsnotnext. Hearke, whois’t chat knockes? 
 emi, Ttsthe wind. 
 Def. L calld my Love falfe Love : but what {aid he then ? 
 Sing Willough, &e. 
 If I court wo wore? you le couch with nso mens 
 
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 So get thee gone, good night : mine eyes doe itch: 
 Doth that boade weeping ? 
 e/mil, Tis neither heere, nor there. 
 Def. Uhave heard it faid fo, Othefe Men, thefe men ! 
 Doft thon in con{cience thinke (tell me eZmslé«) 
 That there be women doe abufe their husbands 
 In fuch groffe kind ? 
 e£imil. There be fome fuch, no queftion. 
 Def. Wouldft thou doe fuch a deed for all the world ; 
 e4mil. ‘Why, would not you ? 
 Def. No, by this heavenly light. ; 
 e#£mil. Nor Lacither, by this heavenly light. 
 I might doo’t as well ith’darke. 
 Def, Wouldit thou doe fuch a deed for all the world? 
 eamil. The woridsa huge thing - 
 Itisa great price, fora {mall vice. 
 Def. introth] chinke thot: would’ not. 
 e£mil. \ptroth I thinke I fhould, and undoo’t when 
 I had done. Marry, I would not doefuch a thing for a 
 joynt Ring, nor for meafures.of Lawne,nor for Gowntsy 
 Petticoats, norCaps,nor any petty exhibition. But for 
 all the whole world: why, who would not make her hus- 
 banda Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I fhould ven- 
 ture Purgatory for’t. ‘ 
 Def. Befhrew me,if I would doc fach a wrong 
 Forthe whole world, ; 
 cZ£mil. Why,the wrong, is but a wrong ith’'world; _ 
 and having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in 
 our owne world, and you might geeky meke it right. 
 Def 1 doe notthinke there isany {uch woman. 
 e£mil. Yes, a dozen: and as many toth’vantage, as 
 would ftore the world they plaid for. 
 Bat I doe thinke it is their husbands faults 
 If Wives doe fall : (Say, that they flacke their duties, 
 And powre our Treafures into forraigne laps ; 
 Or ele breake out if peevith Iealonfies, 
 Throwing refraisit upon us: Orsay they ftrike us, 
 | Or {cant our former having in defpight ) 
 Why we have gailes : and though we have fome Grace, 
 Yet have we fome Revenge. Let husbandskaow, 
 Their wives have fenfelike them: They fee, and fmell, 
 And have their Palats both for fweet, and fowre, 
 Ashusbands have. What is it that they doe 
 W hen they change usfor others ? Is it Sport ? 
 Ithinkeit is : and doth Affection breed it ? 
 I thinke itdoth. Ist frailty chat chus erres? 
 Itisfotoo. And have tict we affections ? 
 Defires for Sport ? and frailty, as men have ? 
 Then let them ufeus well : clfe let them know, 
 The illes we doe, their illes inftruct us to. 
 Def. Good night, good night : 
 Heaven me {uch ufes fend, 
 Not to picke bad, from bad ; but by bad, mend. Exewns, 
 
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 Aétus Quintus. Scena Priina. - 
 
 Enter Iago, and Rodorigo, 
 Jago. Heere, ftand behind this Barke, 
 Straight will he come : sie 
 Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home : | 
 Quicke, yuicke, feare nothing ; Ile be at thy Elbow, 
 It makes us, or it marres.us, thinkeonthat, 
 | And fixe moft firmethy Refolutioj > 
 
 Ya 
 
 The Tragedy of Othello 
 
 Rod. Be neere at hand,I may mifcarry int. ai 
 Jago. Heere, at thy hand : Behold, and take thy ftand. 
 Red. I have no great devotion tothe deed, 
 
 And yet he hath given me fatisfying Reafons : 
 
 Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword :he dyes. 
 
 Iago. I have rub’d this yong Quat almoft to the fenfe, | 
 
 And he growesangry. Now, whether hekillCa/fe, 
 Or Caffio him, or each doe kill the other, 
 Every way makes my gaine. Live Rodorigo, 
 He calles me toa reftitution large 
 Of gold, and ‘ewels, that I bob’d from him, 
 As gifts to Defdemona. 
 {t muft not be : if Caffe doe remaine, 
 He hatha dayly beauty in his life, 
 That makes me uely :and befides, the Moore 
 May unfold meto him : ther ¢ftand I in much perils 
 No, he muft dye. But fo, I heare him comming. 
 Enter Caffio. 
 Rod. Iknow his gate, tis he: Villaine thou dyeft. 
 Caf. That thruft had beene mine enemy indeed, 
 But that my Coate is better thenthou knowl; 
 1 will make proofe of thine. 
 Rod, Oh, lam flaine. 
 Caf. Lam maym’d forever : 
 Helpe hoa : Murther, murther. 
 Enter Othello, 
 
 Oth. The voyce of €affio, lage keepes his word. 
 
 Rod. O Villaine that I am. 
 
 Orb, Itiseven fo. 
 
 Caf. Oh helpe hoa : Light, a Surgeon. 
 
 Oth. Tishe sO brave Jago, honeft, and jaft, 
 That haft {uch Noble fenfe of thy friends wrong, 
 Thou teacheft me. Minion, ‘your deerelyes dead, 
 And your unbleft Fate highes ; Strumpet lcomes 
 
 For off my heart, thofe C harmes thine Eyes, are blotted: | 
 
 Thy Bed luft-ftain’d, fhall with Lufts blood be {potted. 
 
 Exit Oshulle | 
 
 Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, 
 Caf. Whathoa?no Watch? No paflage ? 
 Murther, Marther. 
 
 Gra. Tisfome mifchance, the voyce is very direfulle) 
 
 Caf. Oh heipe. 
 
 Ledo. Hearke. 
 
 |’ Rod, Oh wretched Villaine. 
 
 Lod. Two orthreegroanc. Tis heavy night; 
 Thefe may be counterfets : Lets thinkt unfafe 
 Tocome into the cry, without more helpe. . — 
 
 Rod. Nobody come : then fhali I bleed to deathe » 
 Enter Lago. 
 Led. Hearke. ‘ 
 
 Gra. Heres one comes in his ‘fhirt, with Light, and 
 Weapons. . 
 
 lage. Whosthere? 
 
 Whofe noyfe isthis that cryes out murther? 
 Lodo. We doe not knowe 
 Iago. Doenotyouheareacry? : 
 Caf: Heere, heere : for heaven fake helpeme- 
 
 Jago. W hatsthe matter ? > 
 
 Gra, This is Orhello’s Ancient, as I take it- 
 
 Lod. The fame indeed, a very valiant Fellow. 
 
 Iago. What are you heere, that cry fo greevoully ; 
 
 Caf. Iago? Oh am{poyld, undone by Villaines + 
 Give me fome helpe. 
 Iago. Ome, Lieutenant! 
 What Villaines have done this? 
 Caf. I thinke that one of them is heereabout, 
 
 / And | 
 
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 the SNA oore of Venice. 
 
 | Hes almoft flaine, and Roderigo quite dead. 
 
 And cannot make away. 
 
 ago, Oh treacherous Villaines : 
 
 What are you there ? Come in, and give fome helpe. 
 
 Rod. O helpe methere. 
 
 Caffi. Thats oneofthem. 
 
 Jago. Oh murd’rous Slave! O Villaine! 
 
 Red. O damn’d Tago} O inhumane Dogge! 
 
 Jago. Kill men ith’darke 2 
 Where be thefe bloody Theeves 3 
 How filent is this Towne ? Hoa, murther, murther. 
 What may yoube? Are you of good, or evill ? 
 
 Lod. As you thall prove us, praife us. 
 
 Jago. Signior Lodovizo. 
 
 Lod He Sir. 
 
 fago. I cry you mercy : heres Caffe hurt by Villaines: 
 
 Gra. Caffio? 
 
 Jago. How ist brother ? 
 
 Caffi. My Legge is cut in two. 
 
 Jago. Marry heaven forbid : 
 
 Light Gentlemen, ile bind’it with my fhirt- 
 Enter Bianca. 
 
 Bian. W hat is the matter hoa? Who ist that cryd ? 
 
 fago. Whoist that cry’d ? 
 
 Bsan, Oh my deere Caffia, 
 My {weet Caffie: Oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio. © 
 
 Jago. O notable Strumpet. Ca/io, may you fufpect 
 Who they fhould be, that have thus mangled you? 
 
 Caffi. No. 
 
 Gra. 1am forry to find youthus ; 
 
 I have beene to {eeke you. : 
 
 Jago. Lend mea Garter. So x--——Oh for a Chaire 
 To beare him eafily hence. 
 
 Dean. Alas he faints.Oh Caffio, (affio, Caffio. 
 
 fago. Gentlemenall, I doe fufpec this Trafh 
 To beaparty inthisinjurie.  * 
 
 Patience awhile, good Caffie. Come, come ; 
 Lend mea Light : know wethis face, or no? 
 Alas'my friend, and my deere Countryman 
 Roderigo? No: Yes f{ure: Yea, tis Roderige. 
 
 Gra.. What, of Venice ? ; 
 
 Tage. Even he Sir : Did you know him? 
 
 Gra. Know him? I. 
 
 Jago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon : 
 Thete bloody accidents muft excule my Manners, 
 That fo neglected you. 
 
 Gra. Lam gladto fee you. : 
 
 Jago. How doe you Caffio? Oh, a Chaire,a Chaire, 
 
 Gra. Roderigo? 
 
 Jago, He,he,tishe: 
 
 Oh thats well faid, the Chaire. 
 
 Some good man beare him carefully from hence, 
 
 Ile fetch the Generails Surgeon. For you Miltris, 
 Save yon your labour. He that lyes flaine heere (( affe) 
 Was my decre friend. What malice was betweene you! 
 
 Caffi. None in the world : nor doe I know the man? 
 
 Tage. What looke you pale?Oh beare him out oth ee 
 Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you ies Mitiris: 
 Doe you perceive the gaftnefle of her eye § 
 
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 | Nay, ifyou ftare, we fhall heare more anon. 
 
 Behold her well: Ipray youlooke upon her : 
 Doe you fee Gemlemen? Nay, guiltitefic will fpeake 
 
 Though tongues were out of ufe. 
 
 e4mil. Alas, what is the matter ? 
 
 | What isthe matter, husband ? 
 
 Tago. Cafio hath heere bin fet on inthe darke 
 
 | By Roderigo, aind Fellowes that are (cap"ds . 
 
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 It ftrikes, where it doth love. She wakes. 
 
 e£mil. Alas good Gentleman : alas good (“a/fie. 
 /azo. This isthe fruits of whoring. Prethee emia, 
 Goe know of Caffio where he {upt to night. 
 What doe you fhake at that ? 
 Sian, He fupt at my honfe, but I therefore fhake not. 
 Jago. Odid he{o ? L charge you goe with me. 
 eEmil. Oh fie upon thee Strampet. 
 Bian. 1am no Strampet,but of lifeas honeft, 
 As yeu that thus abufe me. 
 eL£mil. Asi? Fye upon thee. 
 fage. Kind Gentlemen: 
 Lets goe {ee poore Caffio drett. 
 Come Miftris, you mutt tels another Tale. 
 e“milia, run youto the Cittadell, 
 And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ’d : 
 Will you goc onafore ? This isthe night 
 That either makes me, or foredoes me quite. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 tere my 
 
 Enter Othello, and Defdersona in ber bea. 
 
 Orb, Weis the Caufe, itis the Caufe (my foule) 
 Let me not name it to you, you chafte Starres, 
 Itis the Caufe. Yet lie not fhed her blood, 
 
 Nor fcarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow, 
 And {moothas Monumental! Alablatter : 
 
 Yet fhe mutt dye, elfe the’! betray more men : 
 
 Put out the Light, and thew put our the Light: 
 
 If I quench thee, thou flaming Minifter, 
 
 I can againe thy former light reftore, 
 
 Should Irepent me. But once put out thy Light, 
 Thou cunningit Patterne of excelling Nature, 
 
 I know not wheteis that Promethean heate 
 
 That can thy Lightre-Lume. 
 
 When I have piuck’d thy Rofe, 
 
 J cannot give it vitall growth againe, 
 
 It needes muft withers Ile {mell thee on the Treet 
 Oh Balmy breath, that doft almott perfwade 
 luftice tobreakg her Sword, One more, One more § 
 Be thus when rhou art dead, and I will kill thee, 
 And lovethee after. One more, and thats the lait. 
 So {weet, was ne’refo farall. I muft weepe, 
 
 But they are cruell Teares ? This forrows heavenly, 
 
 Def; Who’sthere ? Othe? 
 Oth. | Defdemona. 
 Def. Willyou'come to bed, ny Lord ? 
 Oth. Have you pray’d tonight, De/demon ? 
 Def. I my Lord. 
 Orh.. If you bethinke your felfe of any Crime 
 Vnreconcil’das yet to heaven, and Grace, 
 Solicite for it ftraight. 
 Def. Alacke, my Lord, 
 What may you meane by that? 
 Orb, Well, doe it, and be bricfe, I will walke by? 
 I would not kill chy unprepared Spirit, 
 No, (Heavens fore-fend)-1 would not kill thy foule, 
 Def. Talke you of killing ? 
 Oth, 1,Idoe. ~~ 
 Def. Then Heaven have mercy on mee. 
 
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 Orb. Amen, withall my heart. — 3 
 Def. If you fay fo, | hope you will not killme, 
 Ork, Humh. é 
 Def. And yet] feare you : for you're fatal then 
 W hen your eyes rowle {o. 
 W hy I fhouid feare, I know not, 
 Singe guiltineffe I know not : But yet I feele I feare, 
 Orb, Thinke on thy finnes, 
 Def. They arelove I beare to youe 
 Oth. I, and for that thou dy'ft. ; 
 Def. That deaths unaturall, that kilsfor lovings 
 Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether-lip ? 
 Some bloody paflion fhakes your very frame : 
 Thefe are portents : but yet 1 hope, lL hope, 
 They doe not point on me. 
 Oth. Peace, and be fill. 
 Def: 1 will fo : Whats the matter ? 
 Orh. That Handkerchiefe j 
 Which I fo lov’d, and gave thee,thou gau {t to Caffie. 
 Def: No by my life, and foule : fend for the man, 
 And aske him. cs 
 Orb. Sweet foule, take heed, take heed of Perjury, 
 Thou art on thy death-bed. 
 Def. 1, but not yet to dye. 
 Oth, Prefently. 
 Therefore confeflethee freely of thy finne : 
 Fer to deny each Article with Oath, 
 - Cannot remove, nor choake the ftrong Conception 
 That I doe grone withall. Thouart to dye. 
 Def. Ob heaven have mercy on m¢- 
 Oth. I fay, Amene 
 Def. And have you mercy too. I never did 
 Offend you in my life: never low’d Caffio, 
 But with fuch general warranty of heaven, 
 AsI might love. Inever gave him Token. 
 Oth. By heaven I {aw my Handkerchiefe inshand. 
 O periur’d woman, thou doft fone my heart, 
 And makeft me call, what I intend to doe 
 AMurther, which I thought a Sacrifice. 
 I faw the Handkerchife. 
 Def He found itthea-s 
 Inever gave it him : Send for him hither = 
 Let him confeflea truth. 
 Orb. He hath confeft: 
 Def. What my Lord ? 
 Ovl. That he hath vs’d thee. : 
 Def. How ? unlawfully ? 
 oth, I. s 
 Def. He will not fay fo. 
 Oth. No: his mouth is fopp'd : 
 Honeft Jago hath tane order fort. 
 Def. Oh, my feare interprets. W hatis he dead ? 
 Oth. Had all hishaires bin lives, my great Revenge 
 Had ftomacke for themall. 
 Def. Alas, he is betray’d, and I undone. 
 Orb, Out Strumpet:weep’ft thou for him to.my face ? 
 Def, Obanifh me, my Lord, but kill me not. 
 Oth. Downe Strumpet. 
 Def. Killme tomorrow, let me live tonight. 
 Orb. Nay, if you ftrive. 
 Def. But halfe an houre. 
 Oth. Being done, there is no pawfe. 
 Def: But while! fay one prayer. 
 Oth. Itistoolate, Smothers her. 
 emiliaatthedoore, 
 _ efimil, My Lord, my Lord? What hea? 
 
 ia senpinacarieecetpaiiean 
 
 My Lord, my Lord. 
 Oth. W hat neife is this? Not dead ? not yet quite dead 
 I that amcruell,am yet mercifall, 
 I would not have thee linger inthy paine ? 
 So, fo. 
 emil. withie, What hoa? my Lord, my Lord? 
 Oth. Whos there? 
 e£mil. Oh good my Lord, 1 would fpeake a word 
 with you. 
 Oth. Yes: tis eZ mila: by and by. Shesdead. 
 Tis like the comes to {peake of Caffies death : 
 The noife was high. Hah, no more mooving ? 
 Stillasthe Grave. Shall fhe come in? Wert good ? 
 
 I thinke the ftirresagaine. No, whats beft.todoe? 
 If fhe comein, fhellfure fpeaketo my wife : 
 My wife, my wife : what wife ?I have no wife. 
 Oh infupportable | Oh heavy houre | 
 Me thinkes, it fhould be now a huge Eclipfe 
 OfSunne, and Moone : and that th’affrighted Globe 
 Did yawneat Alteration. 
 emit. I doe befeech you 
 That I may fpeake with you. Oh good my Lord. 
 Oth. | had forgot thee: oh come ine£ mihias 
 Soft; by and by, let me the Curtaines draw. 
 Where art thou ? Whats the matter with thee now? 
 Exter eA milia. 
 2 Emil. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers 
 one. 
 Oth. What ?now? 
 e4mil. But now, my Lord, 
 Orh. Itis the very error of the Moone, 
 She comes more neerer Earth then fhe was wont, 
 And makes men mad. 
 eZmil. Caffio, my Lord, hathkilld 
 A young Venetian, calld Rodorige. 
 Oth. Rodorigo killd ?-and Caffio killd ? 
 eZmil. No, Caffio is not kilid. 
 Oth. Not Caffe killd? Then Murthers out of tune, 
 And {weet Revenge growes harfh. 
 Dé. O falfely, falfely murder'd. 
 e€mil. Alas | what cry is that? ’ 
 Oth,. That? What ? 
 e4mil. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voyces 
 Helpe, helpe hoa, helpe, Oh Ladie {peake againe, 
 Sweet Defdemona, oh {weet Miftris, fpeake- 
 Def. A guiltleffe death I dye.’ 
 e4 mil. Oh who hath done this deed ? 
 Def. No body : I my felfe, farewell : 
 Commend meto my kind Lord : oh farewell 
 Oth. Why how fhould the be murdred ? 
 e4mil. Alas: who knowes? 
 Oth. You heare her fay her felfe, it wasnot I. 
 c4mil. She faidfo: I mutt heeds report the truth. 
 Oth. Shes like a Lyar gone to burning hell, 
 Twas I that killd her. 
 e#mil. Oh the more Angell fhe, 
 Divell. 
 Oth. She turn’d to folly :and fhe wasa whore. 
 Emil. Thou doft bely her, and thow art adivell. 
 Oth. She was falfe as water. 
 e4mil. Thouart rathas fire, to fay 
 That the wasfalfe. Ol fhe was heavenly trues 
 Oth. Caffiodid top her : Aske thy husband elfes 
 O, I were damn’d beneath all depth in hell: 
 
 and yéu the blacker 
 
 But that I did proceed upon juft grounds 
 
 To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all: emi 
 
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 _ “Emil. My husband? 
 Orh, Thy husband. 
 eEmil, That fhe was falfeto Wedlocke ; 
 Oth. 1, with Caffe: had fhe bin true, 
 If heaven would make me fuch another world, 
 Of one entyre and perfect Chryfolite, 
 Id not have fold her for it. 
 eimil. My husband ? 
 Oth, 1, twas he that told me on her firft, 
 An honeft man he is, and hates the flime 
 That ftickes on filthy deeds, 
 eEmil, My husband ? 
 . Oth, What needs this iterance, Woman? 
 I fay, thy husband. 
 eEmil. Oh Miltris, 
 Vilany hath made mockes with love : 
 My husband fay the was falfe ? 
 Orb. He, woman ; 
 I fay thy husband: Doft underftand the word ? 
 My friend, thy husband ; honeft, honeft Jago. 
 eZmil, \f he fay fo, may his pernicious Soule 
 Rot halfea grainea day : helyesto th’heart, 
 She was too fond of her moft filthy Bargaine. 
 Orb. Hah? 
 eEmil, Doe thy wort : 3 
 This deede of thine isno mor eworthy heaven; 
 Then thou waft worthy her. 
 Oth, Peaec, you were beft. 
 eAmil. Thou haft not halfethat power to dot me 
 Ast-havetobehurt. Oh gull, oh dolt, (harme 
 Asignorant as durt : thou haft done a deed 
 (I care not forthy Sword) Ile make thee knowne, 
 Though Lloft twenty lives, Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe: 
 The Moore hath kili’d my Miftris. Murther,murthere 
 
 Exter Montane, Gratiano, and Iago. 
 
 (Mon, What is the matter ? How now generall ? 
 e4mil. Oh, are you come, Jago : you have done well, 
 That men mutt lay their Murthers on your necke. 
 Gra. What isthe matter ? 
 e£mil, Difprove this Villaine, if thou be'ft a man, 
 He fayes, thou told{t him that his wife was falfe : 
 I know thou did& not : thou’rt not fucha Villaine. 
 Speake, for my heart is full. 
 Jago. Ltold him whatl thought, 
 And told no more 
 Then what he found himfelfe was apt, and true. 
 eAmil. But did you ever tell him, 
 She was falfe e 
 Iago. I did. 
 efimil. Youtolda Lye, an odious damned Lye: 
 Vpon my foule, a Lye ;a wicked Lye. 
 Shee falfe with (4/70 ? 
 Did you fay with Cafie? — 
 Iago, With Cafio, Miftis, 
 Goe to, charme your tongue. 
 e4mil, Twill not charme my Tongue ; 
 I am bound tofpeake, ; 
 My Mittris heere iyes murthered in her bed. 
 ‘Al. Obheavens, forefend. 
 eEmil. And your reports have fet the Murder on. 
 Oth, Nay ftare not Matters, 
 It is true indecd. 
 Gra. 'Tisaitrange Truth. 
 Mont. O monttrous Act. 
 
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 eZmil, Villany, villany, villany : 
 I thinke upont, I thinke: I{mel’r: O Villany : 5 
 I thought fo then : Ile kill my felfe for gricfe, 
 
 O villany | villany ! | 
 
 Jago. What, are youmad? 
 I charge you get you home. 
 
 c4mil. Good Gentlemen, let me have leave to {peake: 
 Tis proper I obey him ; but net new: : 
 Perchance Jago, I wiilnere goc home: 
 
 Oth. Oh, oh, oh, 
 
 em, Nay, lay thee downe and roare : 
 Fer thou haft killd the {weeteft innocent, 
 That ere did lift up eye. 
 
 Oth, Oh fhe was towle! 
 T{carfe did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece, 
 Whofe breath (indeed ) thefe hands bave newly fopp’d: 
 I know this acte thewes horribleand grim, 
 
 Gra, Poore Defdemon: 
 Tam glad thy father's dead, 
 
 hy Match was mortall to him ; and pure griefe 
 Shore his oldthred in twaine. Did he livenow, 
 This fight would make him dee a defperate turne 
 Yea, curfe his better Angell from his fide, 
 And fall te Reprobance. 
 
 Orh. Tis pittifull; but yet Jage knowes, 
 That the with Caffo hath the act of fhame 
 A thoufand times committed, Cafe confett it, 
 And the did gratifie his amorous workes 
 With that Recognizance and pledge of Love 
 Which I firft gave her : I faw it inhis hand: 
 It wasa Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token 
 My father gave my Mother. 
 
 e4mit. Oh heaven | ch heavenly Powers ! 
 
 Iago. Come,hold your peace. 
 
 eA mil. Twill ovt, twill out. Ipeace ? 
 No, I will {peake as liberallasthe North ; 
 Let heaven, and Men, and divels, jet them all, 
 All, all, cry fhame againit me, yet Ile {peake. 
 
 lago, Be wile and gét you home. 
 
 c£mil, 1 willnat. 
 
 Gra. Fye, your Sword upon a Woman. 
 
 e#mil. Oh thon dull Maore, 
 
 That Han idkerchiefé thou fpeak’tt of 
 
 I found by Fortune, and did give my husband: 
 For often, with a folemne carneftneffe, 
 
 (More they indeed belong’d to fucha Trifle) 
 He begg’d of me, ro fteaie’t. 
 
 Jago. VY illanous W hore. 
 
 eAmil, She give it Caffie? No, alas.I foundit, 
 And I did giv’t my husband. 
 
 Jago. Filth, thou lyctt. 
 
 e£mil, By heaven I doe not, Idoenot Gentlemen: 
 Oh murd’rous Coxcombe, what fhould fuch a foole 
 Doe with fo good a wife? 
 
 Oth. Are there no ftones in heaven; | 
 But what ferves for the Thunder ? 
 
 Precions Villaine. 
 
 Gra. The woman falles : 
 Sure -he hath killd his Wife, 
 
 eZmil. 1, 1; oh lay me by my Miftris fide, 
 
 Gra. Hesgone, but his wifes kili’d. 
 
 Mont. Tisa notorious Villaine: take you this weapon 
 WhichI have recover’d from the CVoore: 
 Come guard the doore without, let him not paffe, 
 Bat kill him rather. Ile after that fame villaine, 
 For tis adamned Slave. 
 
 Exit, 
 yY 3 Oth, 
 
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 Orb. Tam not valiant neither : 
 But every Puny whipfter gets my Sword. 
 But why thonid honox our-live honefty ? 
 Let it gocali. 
 -Amil, What did thy Song boad Lady ? 
 Hearke, canft chou heare me ? Lwill play the Swan, 
 Anddyein Muficke: Willough, Willough, Willough. 
 Aeore, fhe was chafte : She lov’d thee, cruell Moore: 
 So comme my fouile to biifle,as 1 {peake trues 
 So {peaking asI thinke, alas, I dye. 
 Ozh. | have another weapon inthis Chamber, 
 it wasa Sword.of Spaine, the Ice brookes temsper ¢ 
 Oh hecre itis: Vukle 1 muft’come forth. . 
 Gra. If thon attemptit, it willcofl thee deere; 
 Thon baft no weapon, and perforce mutt fuffer. 
 tb. Looke in upon me then, and fpeake with ine, 
 Or naked as Iam I will affault thee. 
 Gra, Whatis the matter ? 
 Oth, Behold, I have a weapon : 
 Abetter never did it felfefattaine 
 V pon aSouldiers Thigh. Thave feene theday, 
 That with this little Arme, and this good Sword, 
 I have made my way through more impediments 
 Then twenty times your ftop. But (ob vaine boatt) 
 Who can controll hisfate? Tis not fonow, 
 Be not affraid, though you doe fee me weapon'd : 
 Heere is my jourmies end, beere is my but 
 And very Sea-imarke of ay utmott Saile. 
 Doe you goe backe dilmaid ? Tis a loft feares 
 Man but a Rufhegaiatt Orhede’s breft, 
 And he retises., Where fhonid Orhelo goe ? 
 Now : hove doftrhou looke now ? ob iil-Starr’d wench, 
 Paie asthy Smocke: when we fhell meete atcompt, 
 This looke of thine will hurle my fouic from Heaven, 
 And fiends will natch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle? 
 Even like thy Chaitity. O curfed, curfed Slave ! 
 Whip meye Divels, 
 From the poffeffion of this heavenly fight + 
 Blow me about in windes, roaft mein Sulphure, 
 Wath me in fteepe-downe gulfes of Liquid fire. 
 Oh Defdemon ! dead Defdemin : dead. dead. Oh, ob! 
 
 Euter Lodovico, Caffio, Montano, and lage, 
 with O fficers. 
 
 Lod. Where is this rath, and moft unfortunate man ? 
 Oih, Thats he that was Oshedo; heere I am. 
 Led. Where isthat Viper ? 
 
 Bring the Villaine forth. 
 
 Oth, Llooke downe towards his feet ;but thats a fable, 
 If that thou beeft a divell, I cannot killthee- 
 
 Led. Wrench his Sword from him. 
 
 Tago. Ublecd Sir, but not kill’d, - 
 
 Oth, Lamnotforry neither, Id have thee live : 
 For in my fenfe, tis happineffe to dye. 
 
 Lod. Ohthou Othello, that was once fo goods 
 Falne inthe practfe of a curfed Siave, . 2 
 What fhall be faid to-thee. ee 
 
 Oth. Why avy thing s | 
 
 An honorable Mordecer, if you will: 
 
 For nought! did tn hate, butall in Honor. 
 
 Lod. Thiswretch kath part confeft bis Villany + 
 Did youand he confent in Ca/ie"s death. 
 
 . Or, I. 
 
 Ca/. Deere General. I never gave you cafe, . 
 Orb. {doe veleve ir, and I aske your pardon: 
 Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Divell, , 
 
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 Why he hath thus enfnar’d my fouile-and body. 
 fag. Demand me nothing:what you know, you know: 
 From this time forth, I never willfpeakeword. 
 Lod. What ? not to pray ? 
 Gra. Torments will ope your lips. 
 Orh. Well, thou dof bett. 
 Lod, Siz, 
 You fhall underftand what hath befalne, 
 (Which, as Ithinke, you know not ) heere isa Letter 
 Found in the pocket of the flaine Roderiga, 
 And heere another, the one of them imports 
 The death of Caffio, to be undertooke 
 By Roder:go. 
 Oth. O Villaine ! 
 (affi. Moft heathenith, and moft groffe. 
 Lod. Now, heeresanother difcontented paper 
 Found in his pocket too : and this it feemes 
 Roderigo meant t’have fent thisdamned yillaine ¢ 
 But that (belike) Jago inthe interim 
 Came in, and fatisfi’d him. 
 Oth, Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe ; 
 How came you((4/fio) by that Handkerchiefe 
 That was my wives @ 
 Caffi. Vfound it in my Chamber: 
 And he himfeife confeft it but even now, 
 That there he dropt it for a fpéciall purpofe, 
 Which wrought to hisdefirc. 
 Orb. O foole, foole, fooie ! 
 Caf. Thereisbefides, in Roderszes Letter, 
 How he upbraipes Jags, tha: he made him 
 Brave me upon the Watch : whercon itcame 
 That I wascatt: and even but now he f{pake 
 (After long feeming dead) /ago hurt hun, 
 Jago {et him on. 
 Lod. Youmutt forlake this roome, and goe withus: 
 Your Power, and your command is takenoff, 
 And Caffe rules in Cyprus. For this Slave, 
 If there be any cunning Cruelty, 
 That can torment him much, and hold him long, 
 It thallbe his. You thal] clofe Prifoner reit, 
 Till that the Nature-of your fault be knowne 
 Tothe Venetian State. Come, bring away. 
 Oth, Softyou ;a word or two before you got ¢ 
 I have done the State fome fervice,and they knowt * 
 No more of that. 1 pray you in your Letters, 
 When you fhall thefe unlucky deeds relate, 
 Speake of me, asI am. Nothing extenuate, 
 Nor fet downe cught in malice. 
 Then muft you {peake, 
 Of one that lov’daot wifely, buttoe well: 
 Of one, not eafily Tealious, but being wrought, 
 Perplexed in the extreame : Of one, whofe hand 
 (Like the bafe Indian ) chrew a Pearleaway 
 Richer thenall his Tribe : Of one, whofe tubdw’d Eyes, 
 ‘Albeit unufed to rhe melting moode, 
 Drop teares as faft as the Arabian Trees 
 Their Medicinable gamme. Set you downe this: 
 And fay befides, that in e4éeppo once, 
 Where amalignant, and a Turbond-Turke 
 Beate a Venetian, and traduc’d rhe Srate, 
 “Trooke by ththroat the circumciled Dogge, 
 And {mote him, thus. 
 Lod. Oh bloody period. 
 Gra. All that is {poke is marr’d. . £2 
 Oth. I kilt theesere I kili’d thee : No way but this, 
 Killing my felfe, to dye uponakiffe. Dyst 
 
 Caffe. 
 
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 Caffi. This did I feare but thought he had no weapon: 
 For he was great of heart. And feize upon the Fortunes of the cAoere, 
 Lod. Oh Spartan Dogge : For they fucceede on yous To you, Lord Governor, 
 
 | Let itbe hid. Gratéano, keepe the ho ufe, 
 ‘ | 
 More fell then Anguifh, Hunger, or the Sea : | Remaines the Cenfure of this hellith villaine : 
 | 
 
 Lookeon the Tragicke Loading of this bed ; The time, the place, the torture, oh inforce it ; 
 Thisisthy worke: ». | My felfe will {traighe aboord, and to the State, 
 
 The Object poyfons fight, | This heavy Act, with heavy heart relate. Excunt. 
 
 THE’ 
 
 ACTORS 
 
 NA MES. 
 
 O Thello, the Adoore. Gentlemen of Cyprus. ‘ 
 Brabantio, Father to Defdemone : Lodovico, amd Gratiano, #¥e Woble Vesetians, 
 Caffio, 4s honourable Lieutenant. Saylors, 
 
 Iago, 4 Villaine. i Clown. 
 
 Redorigo, 4 guld Gentleman. 
 
 Duke of Venice, Defdemona, wife to Othello, 
 
 Senators, fEmilia, Wife to Jago. 
 
 Montano, Governour of Cyprus. Bianca, ‘4 CurteZan. 
 
 FINCIS. 
 
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 Anthony, and Cleopatra. 
 
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 Avtus Primus. Scena Prima 
 
 Enter Demsetrins ,and Philo. 
 
 Phil. 
 
 sew Ay, but this dotage of our Generall 
 Seis’ Ore-flowes the meafure : thofe his goodly eyes 
 
 8 That o’re the files and Mufters of the Warre, 
 Have glow’d like plated Mars : 
 Now bend, now turne 
 The Oitice and Devotion.of their view i 
 Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart, 
 Which in the {cuffles of great fights hath burft 
 The Buckles on his breft, reneages ail temper, 
 And is become the Bellowesand the Fan 
 To coole a Gypfies Luit. 
 
 Enter eAnthosy, Cleopatra, har Ladies; the 
 Traine, with Ennuchs fan- 
 ning her. 
 
 Looke where they come : 
 Take but good note, and you fhall fee in him 
 Thetriple Pillar of the world transform’d 
 into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and fee 
 
 Clee. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much. 
 
 e4nt. Theres beggery in the love that can be reckon’d 
 
 Cleo.Tle {et a bourne how farre to be belov’d. 
 
 Ant. Then mutt thou needes find out new heaven, 
 new Earth.. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 
 Me. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome. 
 ent. Rate me, the fumme. 
 Cleo. Nay heare them ¢e4uthony. 
 Felvia perchance isangry : Or who knowes, 
 If the icarfe-bearded («/ar have not fent 
 His powerfull Mandate to you. Doe this, or this; 
 Take in that Kingdome, and infranchife that : 
 Perform’, or elfe we damne thee, 
 
 Ant. How, my Love? 
 
 (leo. Perchance? Nay, and moft like; 
 You mutt not ftay heere longer, your difmiflion « 
 Is come from Ce/ar, therefore heare it Anthony. 
 Wheres Fa/vias Procefle? ((efars I would fay ) both ? 
 Call in the Meffengers : As Iam Egypts Queene, 
 Thou blutheft dathony, and that blood of thine 
 Is (efars homager : el'e fothy cheeke payes fhame, 
 When fhrill-tongu’d Fulvia{colds. The Meflengers. 
 
 : Ant. Lee Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch 
 Of che raing’d Empire fail : Heere is my {pace, 
 Kingdomes are clay : Our dungy carthalike ; 
 
 a 
 
 Feeds Beaftas Man ; the Nobleneffe of life 
 
 Is to doe thus : when{uch a mutuail paire, 
 
 And fuch a twaine can doo’t, in whigh I bind, 
 
 On paine of punifhaent, the world to weere, 
 
 We ttand up Peerelefle. 
 Cleo. Excellent falfhood ; 
 
 Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? 
 
 Ile feemethe Foolelamnot. Anthony will be himfelfe, 
 ent. Bur ftirr'd by Cleopatra. 
 
 Now for the love of love. and her foft houres, 
 
 Lets not confound the time with Conference harfh; 
 | Theres not a minute of our liyes fhould ftretch 
 _ Without fome pleafure now. W hat {port tonight? 
 
 Cie. Heare the Ambafiadors. 
 _ evut. Fye wrangling Queene : 
 Whom every thing becomes, to chide, tolaugh, 
 Toweepe: whofe'’every paffion fully itrives 
 Tomake it felfe (in Thee) faire, and admir‘d. 
 No Meffenger but thine, and all alone, to night 
 We'll wander through the {treets, and note 
 The qualities of people. Come my Queene, 
 Laft night you did defire it. Speake not to us. 
 Exennt with the Traine 
 Dem. 1s Cefar with Anthonius priz’dio flight? 
 Philo. Sir fometimes when he is not Anthony, 
 He comes too fhort of that great Property 
 ‘Which ftill fhould goe with Anthony, 
 Dem. Lain full forry,that he approves the.common 
 Lyar, who thus {peakes of him at Rome:but 1 will hope 
 ot better deedsto morrow. Reft youhappy.  €xeunts 
 
 Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Sonshfarer, Ranvisss ,Lucili= 
 ns, Charmsian, Iras, Aavdsan the Ewnuch, 
 ‘ and Alex. 
 
 (har. L. Alexas, {weet Alexas, moft any thiag Alexa, 
 almoft moft abfolute A/exas, wheres the Soothfayer that 
 om rais'd fo to’th’ Queene? Oh that { knew this Hus- 
 
 , which yon fay, imuft change his hornes with Gat- 
 
 lands. 
 
 Alex. Soothfayer. 
 Soh. Your will? na 
 Char. 1s this the Man? Is't you fir that know things? 
 
 Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecy, alittle} 
 can read. 
 
 Al-x. Shew him your hand. 
 Eneb. Bring in the Banker quickly : Wine cn 
 
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 Cleopatras health to drinke. | Char, Not he,the Queene. 
 } Cbar. Good fir, give me good Fortune. Cleo. Sawyou my Lord ? 
 . Sooth, I make not, but forfee. |  &20b, NoLady. 
 _ Char, Pray then, forefee me one. | Cleo. Was henot here? 
 Soork. You fhall be yet farre fairer then youare. Char, No Madame. 
 Char. He meanes in flefh. Clee. He was difpos'd to mirth,but on che fodaine 
 {ras No, you fhall paint when yeu are old. A Roman thought hath ftrooke him. 
 Char. Wrinkles forbid. Enobarbus ? 
 Alex. Vex not his prefcience, be attentiue. Eneb, Madam. 
 Char. Huth. Cle, Seeke him, and bring him hither:where’s Alexas? 
 Sooth, You fhallbe more beloving, then beloved. Alex, Here at your fervice- 
 (bar. I had rather heate my Liver with drinking. My Lord approaches, 
 Alex, Nay, heare him. 
 ~ Char. Good now fome excellent {Fortune Let mee Enter Anthony with a Meffenger, 
 be married to three Kingsinaforenoone, and Widdow | (Yeo, We willnot looke upon him : 
 them all: Let me have a Childat fifty, to whom Hered | Goe with us. Excunt, 
 of lewry may doe Homage. Findemetomarryme with |  Afeffen, Fuluia thy Wife, / 
 dl Oflavins Cafar, and companion me with my Miftris. Firft came into the Field. 
 Sooth. Y ou fhall out-livethe Lady whom you ferve. | = Ant. Againft my Brother Lacins. 
 Char. Oh excellent, I love long life better then Figs. Meff. 1,but foone that Warre had end, 
 Sooth. You have feene and proved a fairer former for- | And thetimes ftate 
 } tune, then that which is to approach. Made friends of them, joynting their force ’gainft Ce/ar. 
 Char. Then belike my Children thall havenonames: | Whofe better iffue in the warre from Italy, 
 Prethee how many Boyes and Wenches muft I have. Vpon the firft encounter drave them: 
 Sooth. If every of your withes had a wombe, and fore- ent. Well,what wortt. 
 : tell every wifh, a Million. Me]. The nature of bad newes infects the Teller. 
 i Char. Out Foole, I forgive thee for a Witch. : Ant, When itconcernes the Foole or Coward: On. 
 Alex. Youthinke none but your fheets are privy. to Things thatare paft,are done,with me. Tisthus, 
 . | your wifhes. Who tels me true,though in his Tale lye deaths 
 i Char. Nay come, tell Irs hers. I heare him ashe flatter’d. 
 if Alex. We'll know allour Fortunes. Mef, Labienus (this is ftiffe-newes) 
 if Enob. Mine, and moft of our Fortunes to night, fhall | Hath with his Parthian Force 
 be drunke to bed. Extended A fia: from Euphrates his conquering 
 Jras. Theres aPalme prefages Chaftity, if nothing elfe. | Banner fhooke, from Syria to Lydia, 
 , Char. Y’ne as the ore-flowing Nylus prefageth Fa- | And to Ionia, whilft 
 y mine. Apt. Anthonythou wouldk fay. 
 
 Iras. Goe you wild Bedfellow, you eannot Soothfay. Mef. Oh my Lord. 
 Char. Nay, ifanoyly Palme be not a fruitfull Prog- | Ant. Speake tame home, 
 noftication, I cannot {cratch mine care. Prethee tell her | Mince northe generall tongue, name 
 
 but a. worky day Fortune. Cleopatra as {hie iscall’d in Rome : 
 Sooth. Your Fortanesare alike. Raile thou in F#évia’s phrafe, and taunt my faults 
 t Tras. But how,but how,give me particulars: With fuch full Licenfe, as both Truth and Malice 
 Teoh. I have faid. Have powerto. utter. Ohthen we bring forth weeds, 
 Jras, Am Unotan inch of Fortune better than fhe ? When our quicke windes lye ftill, and our illes told us 
 Cher, Well,if you were but an inch of Fortune better | Is as our caring: fare thee well awhile. . 
 than I: where would you choole it. : Mef, At your Noble pleafure. Exit Meffenger, 
 4 dra, Not in my husbands Nofe. Emer another Meffenger. 
 iy ‘Char. Our worfer thoughts heavens mend. Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake theres 
 lt elexas. Come,his Fortune,his Fortune. Ob let him I Mef. The man from Scicion, . 
 
 i marrya woman that cannot go,fweet //ss, Lbefeech thee, | Isthere fuch an one? = 
 and let her dye too, andgive hima worfe, and let worfe 2. Mef. He Rayes upon your will. 
 ‘a follow worfe,till the wortft of all follow him laughing to Ant. Let him appeare : . 
 ul his grave, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good J/s heare me this | Thefe ftrong Egyptian Fetters I mutt breake, 
 Prayer,though thou deny me a matter of more waight :} Orloofe my felfe in dotage. 
 fis T bef{eech thee. | 
 gd Amen,deere Goddeffe, heare that prayer of the Enter anther Meffenger with a Lester. 
 eople. For.asit isa heart-breaking to fee a handfome | 
 Se REE {o it isa deadly forrow, to behold a | Whatare you? 
 
 foule Knave uncuckolded : Therefore deare J/s keepe de- 3 Me. Fulvia thy wife is dead. 
 corum, and Fortune him accordingly. ett. Where dyed the. 
 (har. Amen. Mef. In Scicion, her length of fickneffe, 
 eflex. Loenow, if it lay in their hands tomake me 2 | With whatelfe more ferious, 
 (h Cuckold, they would make themfelves Whores, but | Importeth thee to know, this beares, 
 Pie they'd doc’t. Ant. Forebeare me 
 "tie y Enter Cleopatra. Theres a great Spirit gone, thus did T defreir: 
 Eno, Huth,here comes e4uthony, W hat our contempts doe often hurle from us, us ; x 
 : 7 
 
The Tragedy | 
 
 We with it oursagaine. The prefentpleafure, 
 By revolution lowring,docs become 
 The oppofite of it feife : fhe’s good being gon, 
 The hand could plucke her backe,that fhov’d her on. 
 I mutt from this Queene breake off, 
 Ten thoufand harmes,more than the illes I know 
 My idleneffe doth hatch. 
 Enter Ensbarbus. 
 How now Enobarbus. 
 
 Eno. Whats your pleafure, Sir? 
 
 Anth, Imutt with hafte from hence, 
 
 Exo, Why then we killa!l our Women. We fee how 
 mortallan uokindneffe isto them, ifthey fuffer our de- 
 parture death ’sthe word. 
 
 e4nt, Imuft be gone. 
 
 Bao. Vinder a compelling an cccafion, let women dye. 
 It were pitty to caftthem away for nothing, though be- 
 tweene themand agreat caufe, they-fhould be efteemed 
 nothing. (leepatra catching but the feaft noyfe of this, 
 dyesinftantly : T/have feene her, dye twenty times upon 
 farre poorer moment:I do think there is mettle in death, 
 which commits {ome loving acte upon her, fhe hathiuch 
 acelerity in dying, . 
 
 Ant. She is cunning paft mans thought. 
 
 Eno. Alacke Gir no, her paflionsare made of nothing 
 but the fineft part of purelove. We cannot call her winds 
 and waters, fighes and teares : They are greater formes 
 and Tempefts then Almanackes can report. This cannet 
 be cunning in her; if it be, fhe makesa fhowre of Raine 
 as well as love. 
 
 ent. Would I had never feene her. 
 
 Eno. Oh fir,you had then left wnfeene a wonderfull 
 peece of worke, which’not to have beene bleft withall, 
 would have difcredited your Travaile. 
 
 eAnt. Fulviais dead. 
 
 Eno. Sir. 
 
 Aunt. Fulvia is dead. 
 Eno. Fulviae 
 
 Aut, Dead. 
 
 Eno, Why Gir, give the godsa thankefull Sacrifice : 
 when it pleafeth their Deities to take the wife ofa man 
 from him,it (hewesto man the Tailors of theearth:com-~ 
 fortihg therein, that when old Robes are worne our, 
 there are members to make new. If there wereno more 
 Women but Fa/via,then had youindeed a cut, and the 
 cafe to be lamented : This griefe is crown’d with Cenfo- 
 lation, your old Smecke brings feurthanew Petticoate, 
 and indeed the teates live inan Onion, that fhould water 
 thisforrow.: *— 
 
 Aut. The bufinefle the hath broached in the State, 
 Cannot endure my abfenced® 
 
 Exo. And the bufineffe you have broach’d heere can- 
 not be without you, efpecially that of (Vespatras, which 
 wholly depends on your abode. 
 
 ent. No morelike Anfwers: 
 
 Let our Officers 
 
 Have notice what we purpofe. I thall breake 
 The caufe of our Expedience tothe Queene, 
 And get her love to part. For not alone 
 
 The death of Fa/via, with more vrgent touches 
 Doe ftrongly {peake tous :but the Letters too 
 Of many our contriving friends in Rome, 
 
 etition us at home. Sextas Pompeius 
 Hathgiven the dare to (2/ar, and commands 
 The Empire oftheSea. Our flippery people, 
 
 _ Whofe Love is never link’d to the deferver, 
 
 Till his deferts are paft, begin tothrow 
 
 ‘Pompey the great, and all bis Dignities 
 
 Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power, 
 Higher ther both in blood and life, ftands up 
 
 For the maine Souldier.. Whofe quality going on, 
 The fides oth’worid may danger. Much isbreeding, 
 Which like the Courfers heire, hath yet but life, 
 And nota Serpents poyfon. Say our pleafure, 
 
 To fuchwhofe placeis under us,requires 
 
 Our quicke remove from hence. 
 
 Eno. I thatl doot. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, «Alexa, and Trap. 
 
 (leo. Whereis he? 
 Char. I did not fee him fince. 
 ‘Cleo. See where he is, 
 W ho’s with him, what he does : 
 I did not fend you. If you finde him fad, 
 Say I am dauncing: if 1m Myrth, report 
 That lam fodaine ficke. Quickly, and returne. 
 Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did love him deerely 
 You doe not hold the method, toenforce 
 The like from him. 
 Cleo. What fhouid I doe I doe not? 
 Ch.Ineach thing give him way,croffe him in nothings 
 Cleo, Thou teacheft like a foole : the way to lofe him. 
 Char. Tempt bim not fo too farre. 1 with forbeare, 
 Intime we hate that which we often feare. 
 Enter Anthony. 
 But heere comes Anthony. 
 Cleo. 1am ficke, and fallen. ae 
 Ant. Lam forry to give breathing to my purpofe. 
 (leo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, | thall fall, 
 It cannotbe thus long, the fides of Nature 
 | Willnot fuftaine it. 
 
 | Ant. Now my deereft Queene. 
 
 Cleo. Pray you ftand farther from me, 
 Ant. Whats the matter ? 
 (leo.1 know by that fame eyetheres fome good newes 
 What fayes the married woman you may goe ? 
 Would fhe had never given youleave to come, 
 Let her not fay tis I thatkeepe you heere, 
 I have no power upon you : Hers you are. 
 ent. The gods beft know. 
 (leo. Ob never was there Queene 
 So mightily betrayed : yet at the firft 
 I faw the Treafons planted. : 
 Ant. Cleopatra. 
 (ico. Why thould I thinke you can be mine, and true 
 (Though you {wearing fhake the Throaned gods) 
 Who have beene falfe to Fa/via? 
 Riorous madnefle, 
 To be entangled with thofe mouth-made vowes, 
 Which breake themfelves in {wearing. 
 Ant. Mott {weet Queene. . 
 Cho. Nay pray you feeke no colour for your gomng> 
 But bid farewell, and goe: 
 When you fued ftaying, 
 Then wasthe time for words: No going then, 
 Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes- ! 
 Bliffe in our browes bent : none our parts [0 poore, 
 But wasa race of heaven. They are fo ftill, 
 ‘Or thou the greateft Souldier of the world, 
 Art turn’d the greater 7 yar. 
 Am. How now Lau/? 
 
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 Cleo, I would had thy inches,thon fhould’it know 
 There were a heartin Egypt, : 
 Axt, Heare me Queene: 
 The ftrong neceffity of Time,commands 
 Our Services a while: bat my full heart 
 Remaines in ufe with you, Our Italy, 
 Shines o’re with civill Swords ; Sextus Pompesms 
 Makes his approchesto the Port of Rome, 
 Equality oftwo Domefticke powers, 
 Breed fcrupulous faction: The hated growne to ftrength 
 Are newly growne to Love; The condemn’d Pompey, 
 Rich in his Fathers honour,creepes apace 
 Into the hearts of {uch,as have not thrived 
 Vpon the prefent {tate, whofe numbers threaten, 
 Ard quietnefle growne ficke of reft,would purge 
 By any defperate change : My more particular, 
 And thar which moft with you fhould{fafe my going, 
 Is Fulvias death, 
 C/e,Vhongh age from folly could:not give me freedom 
 Itdoes from childifhnefie; Can Fa/vsa dye ? 
 Ant, Shee’s dead my Queene, 
 Looke here,and at thy Soveraigne leyiurereade 
 The Gas boyies fheawak’d : at the laft,beft, 
 See when,and where fhe dyed.’ 
 Cleo, © mokt talic love ! 
 Where be the facred Viols thou fhouldft fill 
 With forrowfull water ? Now I fee,Itee, 
 In Fulvias death,how mine receiv'd thal be. 
 ent, Quartell nomore,but be prepar’d to know 
 The purpofes I beare:s which are;or ceafe, 
 As you fail give th’advice. By the fire 
 That quickeas Nylus flime,! goe from hence 
 Thy Souldier,Servant,making Peace or Warre, 
 As thou affect{t. 
 Cleo, Cut my Lace,Charpsian comes 
 But let it be, am quicktyill,and well, 
 So enthony loves. 
 ent. My precious Queene forbeare, 
 And give true evidence to his Love,which ftands 
 An honourable Triaik. 
 Cleo, So Fulviatoldme.s 
 I prythee turne afide,and weepe for her; 
 Then bid-adicw to me,and fay the teares 
 Belong to Egypt. Good:now, play one Scene 
 Of excellent diffembling,and levitlooke 
 Like per fect honours 
 e4ut, Yoilhear:my:blood no more? — 
 Cleo. Youcandoe better yet ; but thisis meetlys 
 Ant, Now by my Sword, 
 Cleog And Target, Still he mehdss 
 But thisiznot the beft. Looke prythee Charmian, 
 How this Hercu/ean Roman docs become 
 The carriage of his chafe. 
 Ant, lleleave you Lady. 
 Cleo, Courteous Lord,one word: 
 Sir,you and I mutt part,but that’s notit + 
 Sir,you and I have lov’d,but there's notat : 
 That you know well,fomerhing itis 1 would: 
 Oh, my oblivion is a very eAnthony, 
 And Iamall forgotten, 
 Ant. But that your Royalty 
 Holds Idlencfle your {ubje<t.1 fhould take you 
 For Idleneffe it {elfe. 
 Cleo,|? Tis {weating labour, 
 To beare fuch Idleneffe foneare the heart 
 As Cleopatrathis. But Sir, forgive me; : 
 
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 343 
 
 | Since my becommings kill me, when they do not 
 Eye wellro you. Your Honor calls you hence. 
 
 Se 
 
 Therefore be deafe tomy unpittied Folly, 
 And allthe Gods go with you: Vpon your Sword”, 
 Sit Law rell’d victory, and {mooth fucceffe 
 Be ftrew’d before your feete. 
 
 ent. Letusgo. 
 | Come : Our feparation fo abides and flies, 
 | That thou refiding heere, goett yer with me , 
 | And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee. 
 Away. 
 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Enter Otlavius reading a Letter, Lepidn, 
 and their Traine. 
 
 Céf: You may fee Lepidus, and henceforth know, 
 It isnot Cé/ars Naturall vice, to hate 
 One great Competitor. From Alexandria 
 This is the newes ; he fifhes, drinkes, and waftes 
 The Lampes of night in revells ; Isnor-more manlike 
 Then (topatra: nor the Queene of Ptelomy 
 More Woinanly then he. Hardly gave audience 
 Or did youchfate to thinke he had Partners. You 
 Shall finde there a man, whois th’abftract of all faults ; 
 That all men follow. 
 
 Lep. 1 aiutt not thinke 
 There are, evils enow to darken all his goodnefle, 
 His faults in him, feeme as the Spots of heaven, 
 Mort fiery by nights Blacknefle , Hereditary. 
 Rather then purchafte s what he cannot change, 
 
 Then what he choofes. 
 
 Cef. Youare tooindulgent. Lets granntitis 
 Amiffe to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, 
 To give a Kingdome for a Mirth, to fit 
 And keepe the turne of Tipling with 2 Slave, 
 To reele the ftreets at noone, and ftand the Buffet 
 With knavesthat (mell of fweate : Say this becomes him 
 (As his compofure mnft be rare indeed, 
 Whom thefe things cannot blemifh) yet mult e4nthony 
 No way excufe his foyles, when we doe beare 
 So great waight in his Lightnefle.. If he filld 
 His vacancy with his Volupruoufnefle, 
 Full farfets, and the drinefle of his bones, 
 Callon him fort. But toconfound fuchtime, 
 | That drummes him from his fport, and {peakes as lowd 
 As his owne State, and ours, tisto be chid: 
 | Aswerate Boyes, who deing maturein knowledge, 
 Pawne their experience to their prefent pleafure, 
 | And {0 rebell to judgement. 
 | Enter a Meffenger. 
 
 Lep. Heeresmore newes.” | 
 
 Mef. Thy biddings have beenedonc,and every houre 
 Mott Noble Cefar, fhalt thou have report 
 How tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at Sea, 
 Anditappeares, he is belov’d of thofe 
 That only have featd (¢/ar: to thePorts 
 T he difcontents repaire, and mens reports 
 Give him much wrong’d. 
 
 Cef. j fhould have knowne no leffe, 
 It hath bin taught us from the primall tare, 
 That he which is, was wifht,untll he were ; 
 And the ebb’d man, 
 Ne’re lov’d, till ne’re worth love, 
 Comes fear’d, by being lack’d. This common body 
 Like toa Vagobond Flagge upon the Streame, 
 Goestoo, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde 
 
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 The Tragedy of 
 
 To rot it felfe with motion. 
 (Mef. Cafar I bring thee word, 
 Menacratesand Menas famous Py rates 
 Makesthe Sea ferve them,whichthey eare and wound 
 With keeles ofevery kind. Many hot inrodes 
 They make in Italy, the borders Maritime 
 Lacke blood tothinke on’t,and flefh youth revolt, 
 No Veffell can peepe forth , but tis as foone 
 Taken as feene : for Ponspeyes name {trikes more 
 Then could his Warre refilted. 
 Cafar. Anthony, 
 Leave thy lafcivious Vaffailes. W hen thou once 
 Wert beaten from 2fedena, where thou flewht 
 Hirfins, aid Panfa Conluls, at thy heele 
 Did famine follow, whom theu foughtft againft, 
 (Thongh daintily brought up) with patience more 
 Then Savages could fuffere Thou didftdrinke 
 The ftale of horfes, and the gilded Puddle ; 
 Which Beafts would conghat. Thy pallat then did daine 
 The rougheft Berry, on the rudeft tiedge. 
 Yea, like the Stagee, when Snow the Pafture fheets, 
 The barkes of Trees thou browfedft- On the Alpes, 
 Itisreportedthoudidftecate ftrange fefh, 
 Which fome did dye 30 looke on: Andallthis 
 (it wounds thine honor that I {peake it now) 
 Was borne folike aSouldiour, that thy cheeke 
 So muchas lank’d not. 
 Lep. Tis pitty of him. 
 C2, Let his fhames quickely 
 Drive him to Rome, tis time wetwaine 
 Did thew our felves ith’Field,and to tlhatend 
 Affemble we immediate countell, Pompey 
 Thrives in our Idieneffe. 
 Lep. To morrow Ca(ar, 
 I thali be furnifht to informe you rightly 
 Both what by Sea and Land J can be able 
 To front this prefent time. (well. 
 Caf. Till which encounter, it is my bufineffe too. Fare- 
 Lep. Farewell my Lord, what you thall know meane 
 Offtirres abroad, I thall befeech you Sir (time 
 To let me be partaker. 
 C ef. Doubt not fir, knew it formybond: E-vesns. 
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmain, Iras, and Mardian, 
 Cho. (barmian. 
 Char. Madam. 
 Clea. Ha, ha, give me to drinke Atandrageras. 
 Chars Why Madam ? 
 _ (leo. That Imight fleepe out this great gap of time : 
 My Axshony is away. 
 Char, Youthinke of him too much. 
 (leo. Otis Treafon. 
 (bar. Madam, I truftnot {o.} 
 Cho. Thou, Eunuch AZardsan ? 
 Mar. Whats your highnefle pleafure ? 
 Cleo. Not now to heare thee fing. Itake no pleafure 
 In onght an Eunuch has : Tis welltor thee, 
 That being unfeminaried, thy freer thoughts 
 May not flye forthof Egypt, Hait thou Affections ? 
 (Mar. Yes gracious Madam. 
 Cleo. Indeed ? 
 tar. Not indeed Madam, for I can doe nothing 
 But what indeed is honeft to be done : . 
 Yet havel fierce Affections, and thinke 
 What Venus did with Mars. 
 Cleo. Oh Charmian ; 
 Where thinkft thou he isnow ? Stands he, or fits he ? 
 
 Or does he walke ? Or is he on his Horfe ? 
 
 Oh happy horfe to beare the weight of eAathony | 
 Doe bravely horfe, for wot'ft thou whom thou mooy’ft 
 The demy e4s/as of this Barth, the Arme 
 
 And Burgonet of man. Hes {peaking now, 
 
 Or murmuring, wheres my Serpentofold Nyle, 
 (For fo he calls me:) Now I feed my felfe 
 
 With mott delicious poyfon. Thinke on me 
 
 That am with Phebus amorous pinches biacke, 
 And wrinkled deepe in time. Bread-fronted (é¢/ar, 
 W hen thou wast heere above the ground, I was 
 A morfell for a Monarke;and great Pompey 
 Would ftand and make his eyes grow in my brow, 
 There would he anchor his Afpect, and dye 
 
 With looking on his life. 
 
 ? 
 
 Emer Alexas from Cfar, 
 
 Akx, Soveraigne of Egypt, haile. 
 
 Clee, How muchunlike art thou (Marke Amthany ? 
 Yet comming from him, that great Med’cine hath 
 With his Tint gilded thee. 
 
 How goes it withmy brave A@arke Anthony? 
 Alex. Laftthing he did (deere Queene) 
 He kift the laft of many doubled kiffes, 
 This Orient Pearle. His fpeech ftickesin my hearts 
 
 Cleo. Mine are muft plucke itthence. 
 
 Alex. Good friend, quoth he: 
 
 Say the firme Romanto great Egypt fends 
 
 This treafure ofan Oyfter : at whofe foote 
 
 To mend the perty prefent, I will peece 
 
 Her opulent T hrone, with Kingdomes. All the Eaft, 
 (Say thou)thalicall her Miftris. So he nodded, 
 
 And foberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steed, 
 
 Who neigh’d fo hye, that what I would havefpoke, — 
 Was bealily dumbeby him, 
 
 Cleo. What was he fad, or merry? 
 
 Ale.Like to the time oth’yeare, betweene the extremes 
 Of hot and cold, he was nor fad normierry- 
 
 Clo. Ohwelldivided difpofition : Note him: 
 Note him good Charmian, tis the man ; but note hime 
 He was not fad, for he would fhine onthofe - 
 
 That make their lookes by his. He was not merry, 
 Which icem’d to tell them, his remembrance lay 
 In Egypt with his joy, but betweene both. 
 
 Oh heavenly mingle | Bee’ft thou fad, or merry, 
 The violence of either thee becomes, 
 
 So do’s it no manelfe. Metft thou my Pofts? 
 
 Alex. I Madam, twenty. feverall Meflengers. } 
 Why doe you fend fothicke? a 
 
 Cho, Who’sborne that day, when I forget 06 fend 
 to Anthony, hall dye a Begger. Inkeand paper 
 ax. Welcome my good e4lawas. Did Charman, ever 
 love (¢/ar fo > 
 
 Char. Oh that brave Cefar. 
 
 (leo, Be choak’d with fuch another Emphafis, 
 
 Say the brave e4athony, 
 
 Char, The valiant ( /ar. 
 
 (eo, By Ifs, I will givethee bloody teeth, 
 Ifthou with Ce/ar Paragonagaine 
 My man ef men. 
 
 Char. By your moft gracious pardon, 
 
 I fing but after you. 
 
 Cleo. My Sallad dayes, bs 
 When I was greene in judgement, cold in blood, 
 
 To fay, as I faidthen. But come, aways 
 
 Get me Inke and Paper, ui 
 
he fhall have everyday feverall greeting; or Ile unpeo- 
 ple Agypt. : Exennt. 
 Enter Pompey, Adenccrates , and Menas in 
 warlike manner. 
 Pom, Ifthe great gods be juft, they fhall affitt 
 The deeds of jnfteft men. 
 Adene. Know worthy Pompey, that which they do de- 
 lay, they not deny. 
 Pom. Whiles weare futors to their Throne, decayes 
 the thing we fue for. 
 Mene. We ignorant of our felves. 
 Begge oftea our owne harmes, which the wife Powers 
 Deny us for our good : fo finde we profit 
 By loofing of our Prayers. 
 Pow. I fhalldo well: 
 The People love me, and the Sea is mine ; 
 My powers are Creffent and my Auguring hope 
 Sayes it will come to’th’full: (Marke Anthony 
 In Agypt fits at dinner, and will make 
 No warres without doores, Ce/ar gets money where 
 Heloofes hearts: Lepidus flatters both, 
 Of both is flatter’d : but he neither loves, 
 Nor either cares fer him. 
 Mene, Cefar and Lepidus are in the field, 
 A mighty ftrength they carry. 
 Pom. Where have youthis? Tis falfe. 
 Mene. From Silvis Sir. 
 Pom. He dreames : [know they are in Rome together 
 Looking for e4atony: but all the charmes of Love, 
 Salt (Yeopatra {often thy wand lip, j 
 Let witchcraft joyne with beauty, Luft with both, 
 Tye up the Libertine ina field of Feafts, 
 Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes, 
 Sharpen with cloylefiefawce his Appetite, 
 That fleepe and feeding may prorogue hisHonour, 
 Even tila Lethied dulneffe 
 Enter Varrim. 
 
 How now Varrius? 
 Var. Thisismoft certaine,that I thall deliver : 
 Marke Anthony is every houre in Rome _ 
 Expected. Since he went from Aegypt,’tis 
 A {pace for farther travaile, 
 Pem. I could have given tefle matter 
 A bettereare. (Mexas,1 did not thinke 
 This amorous Surfetter would have donn’d Mis Helme 
 For fuch a petty Warre : His Souldierfhip 
 Istwice the other ewaine: But let us reare 
 The higher our Opinion, that our ftirring 
 
 - Can from the lap of gyms Widdow, plucke 
 
 The neere Luft-wearied Anthony. 
 
 Mene. 1 cannot hope, 
 Cafar and Anthony {hall well greet together 3 
 His Wife that’s dead, did trefpaffes tu Cefar, 
 His Brother warr’d apen him, although I thinke 
 
 | Not mov'd by Anthoxy. 
 
 Pom. iknow not Alena, 
 
 How leffer Enmities may give way to greater, 
 
 Were’t not that we ftand up againft them all : , 
 "Twer pregnant they fhould {quare betweene themfelves, 
 For they have entertained caufe enough 
 To draw their {words : but how the feare of,us 
 May Ciment their divifions, and binde up 
 The petty difference, we yet not know: 
 Bee’t as our Gods will have’t ; it.onely ftands 
 Our lives upon,to ufe ourgtrongeft hands, 
 Come Mena. 
 ° 
 
 “oh ntony and (leopatra. 
 
 Enter Enobarbns and Lepidis. 
 LepsGood Enobarbus, tis aworthy deed, 
 And thall become you well, to intreat your Captaine 
 To foftand gentle fpeech, 
 Enob, I fhall intrear him 
 To anfwere like himfelfe: if (éfar move him, 
 Let e-4nthony looke over Cafars head, 
 And {peake as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter; 
 Were I the wearer of Antbonio’s Beard, 
 I would not fhave’t today. 
 Lep. Tisnot a time for private ftomacking. 
 Eno, Everytime ferves for the matter that is then 
 orne in’t, 
 Lep. But {mall to greater matters muft give way. 
 Enop. Not if the fmall come firft: 
 Lep. Your {peech is paffion : bat pray you ftirre 
 No Embers up. Heere comesthe Noble dathony. 
 Enter eAntkony and Ventidins, 
 Eno. And yonder ¢ ¢far, 
 Enter Cafar, Mecenas, and Agrippa. 
 Ant. If we compofe wellhecre, to Parthia 3 
 Hearke Ventidins. 
 (far. Tdonot know Afecenas,aske Agrippa, 
 Lep, Noble Friends 
 That which combin’d us was molt great, and let not 
 A leaner ation rend us. What’samiffe, 
 May it'be gently heard. When wedebate , 
 Onr triviall difference lowd, we do commit 
 Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners, 
 The rather for I earneftly befeech, 
 Touch you the fowreft points with fweeteft tearmes, 
 Nor curftneffe grow to'th’ matter, 
 Ant, Tis {poken well: 
 Were we before our Armes andto fight, 
 I fhould do thus. 
 Ce. Welcometo Rome. 
 Ant, Thanke you. 
 Caf, Sit. 
 Ant, Sit firs 
 Cef. Nay then. 
 Ant. Tlearne youtake things ill, which are nor fos 
 Or being, concerne yon not. 
 Caf: 1 muft belaught at, if or for nothing, ora little, 
 Should fay my felfe offended, and with you 
 Chiefely ith’ world. More laught at, that I fhould 
 Once name you derogately : when to found your name 
 It not concern’d me. 
 Ant. My being in Egypt C/ar, what was’t to you? 
 Cf: No more then my refiding heere at Rome 
 Might beto you in Agypt; yet if you there 
 Did practife on my ftate, your being in Agypt 
 Might be my quettion, 
 ent. How intend you, practis’d ? 
 Caf, You may be pleas’d to catch at mine intent, 
 By what did hecre befall me. Your Wife and Brother 
 Made warres upon me, and their couteftation 
 Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre. 
 Ant. You do miftake your bufineffe,my brother never 
 Did urge mein his A@: I did inquire it, 
 And have my learning from fome true reports 
 That drew their {words with you, did he notrather 
 Difcredit my authority with yours, 
 
 Flourifa. 
 
 | And make the warres alike againft my ftomacke, 
 
 Having alike your caufe: Of thissmy Letters 
 Before did fatisfie you. If you patch a quarrels 
 As matter whole you have to take it with, 
 ee Nase 
 
| It muft not be with this. ‘ 
 (sf. You praife your felfe, by laying defects ofjudge- 
 
 ment to me : but you patcht up your excules. 
 Anh. Notfo, novio: ; 
 T know you could nos lacke, I am certaine on’t, 
 Very neceffity of this thought, that I 
 Y our partner in the caufe ’gainft which he fought, 
 Could not with gracefull eyes attend thofe Warses 
 Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my w ife, 
 I would you had her Spirit, in {uch another, 
 The third oth’ world is yours, which witha Snafile, 
 You may pace eafie, but not fuch a wife. 
 
 Exobar, Would we hadall {uch wives, that the men 
 might go to Warres withthe women. _ 
 
 Anth, So muchuncurbable, her Garboiles (Ce/ar) 
 Made out of her impatience : which not wanted 
 Shrodeneffe of policie to : [greeving grant, 
 
 Did youtoo much difquiet, for that youmuft, 
 But fay [could nothelpe it. ; : 
 
 (far. I wroteto you, when rioting in Alexandria you 
 Did pocket up my Letters :and with taunts 
 Did gibe myMiflive out of audierice. 
 
 Ant, Sir, he fell upon me, ere admitted, then: 
 Three Kings I had newly feafted,and did want 
 Of what I wasi’th*morning : but next day 
 Itold him of my felfe, which was asmuch 
 Asto haveaskt him pardon. Let this Fellow 
 Be nothing of our ftrife : if we contend 
 Out of our queftion wipe him. 
 
 (4far. You have broken the Article of your oath, 
 which you fhall never have tongue to charge me with. 
 
 Lep. Soft Cefar. 
 
 ent. No Lepidus let him {peake, 
 
 The Honouris Sacred which hetalkes on now, 
 Suppofing that Ilackt it : buton Ce/ar, 
 The Article of my oath. 
 
 Cafar. To lend me Armes, and aide whenI requir’d 
 them, the which you both denied. 
 
 Anth. Neglected rather, 
 
 And then when poyfoned houres had bound me up 
 From mine owne knowledge, asneerly asI may, 
 Ile play the penitentto you. But mine honefty, 
 Shall not make poore my greatnefle, nor my power 
 Worke withontir. Truth is, that F/via, 
 
 To have me out of Egypt, made Warres heere, 
 For which my felfe, the ignorant motive, doe 
 
 So farre askepardon,as befits mine Honour 
 
 To ftoope in {ucha cafe, 
 
 Lep.. Tis Nobly {poken. 
 
 Mece. If it might pleafe you, to enforce no further 
 The griefes betweene ye : to forget them quite. 
 
 Were roremember, that the prefent neede, 
 Speakes toattone you. 
 
 Lep. Worthy {poken (Mecenas. 
 
 _ €nobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Love for the 
 inftant, youmay when you heare no more words of 
 ‘Pompey returne it againe : you fhall have time to wrangle 
 in, when you have nothing elfe to doe. 
 
 Arth, Thou arta Souldier, onely fpeake no more, 
 
 €nob, Thattruecth fhouldbe filent, I had almoft for- 
 got. 
 
 Amb. Youwrong this prefence, therefore fpeake no 
 more. 
 
 Enob., Gotothen: your Confiderate ftone, 
 
 Cefar, 1 doe not much diflike the matter but 
 
 The manner of his{peech : for’t cannot be, 
 
 T. Tragedieof 
 
 We fhall remaine in friendfhip, our conditions 
 So differing intheira@ts. YetifI knew, 
 What Hoope fhould hold us ftaunch from edge to edge 
 Ath’ world : I would purfue it, 
 Agri. Give meleave Cafar. 
 Ce/. Speake Agrippa. > at 
 Agri. Thou haft a Sifter by thy Mothers fide, “admir’d 
 Oftavia? Great Marke Ambony is now awiddower, 
 Ce. Say not, fay Agrippa; if Cleopatra heard you, your 
 proofe were well deferved of rafhneffe. 
 Arth, am not marryed Cefar: let me heere Agrippa 
 further fpeake. 
 Agri. To hold you in perpetuallamitie, | 
 To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts 
 With anun-flipping knot, take e4nthomy, 
 Otkavia to his wife: whofe beauty claimes 
 No worfea husband then the beft of men: 
 W hofe vertue, and whofe generall graces,{peake 
 That which none elfe can utter. By this marriage, 
 All little Lelonfies which now feeme great, 
 Andall great feares, which now import their dangers, 
 Would then be nothing, Truth’s would be tales, 
 Where now halferales be truth's ; her love to both, 
 Would each to other, and all loves toboth, 
 Draw after her. Pardon what I have {poke, | 
 For’tisa ftudied,not’a prefentthought, / 
 By duty ruminated, 
 Anth. Will Céfar {peake ? : 
 Cefar. Not till he heares how Anthony is touche, 
 With what is {poke alreadye 
 Anth What power is in Agrippa, 
 IfI would fay Agrippa,be it fo, 
 To makethis good ? 
 Cefar. The power of Cefar, 
 And his power, unto O@avia. 
 Axnth, Mao I never 
 (To this good purpofe, that fo fairely fhewes) 
 Dreame of impediment: let me have thy hand 
 Further this act of Grace : and fromthis houre, 
 The heart of Brothers governein our Loves, 
 And {way our great Defignes. 
 Caf: There’s my hand: 
 A Sifter I bequeath you,wheme no Brother 
 Did ever love fodeerely. Let her live 
 To joyne our kingdomes,and our hearts,and never 
 Flicoff our Loves againe. 
 Leps. Happily, Amen. . , 
 Ant.A did not thinketo draw my Sword againft Pompry 
 For he hath laid ftrangecourtefies, and great 
 Oflate upon me. I muft thanke him onely, 
 Left my remembrance, fuffer illseport: 
 Atheele of that defie him. 
 L-pi, Time cals upon’s, 
 Ofus muft Pompey prefently be fought, 
 Or elfe he feekes out us. \ 
 Anh. Where lies he? 
 Cf, About the Mount-Mefenas 
 Anh. Whar ishis ftrength by land ? 
 Cef- Great, and encreafing : 
 But by Sea he is an abfolute Matter. 
 Anth. So is the Fame, 
 Would wehad {poke together. Haft we forits 
 Yet cre we put our felves in Armes, difpatchwe 
 The bafineffe we haveralkt of. 
 Cef- With moft gladneffe, | 
 And do invite you tomy Sifters views, Whe ; 
 
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 eA nthony a 
 
 Whither ftraight Ile lead you. 
 Anth. Letus Lepidus not lacke your companys 
 
 Lop. Nobld Anthony, not fickenefle thould: detaine | 
 
 me. 
 Exeunt omnes. 
 Manent Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenus. 
 Mee. Welcome from gyptSir. 
 Eno. Halfe the heart of ( e/ar; worthy Afecen ass My 
 honourable Friend Agrippa. 
 e“gri. Good Enabarbus. , 
 CMece. We have caufe tobe glad , that matters are fo 
 well digefted: you ftayd well by’tan Egypt. 
 . Ench, i Sir, wedidfleepe day out of countenance: 
 and made the night jight with {drinking. 
 Mace. Eight Wilde-Boars rofted whole ata break- 
 faft and but twelve perfons there. Es thistrue? 
 Evor.This wasbutas.a Flye by an Eagle: we had much 
 More monttrous.matter of Feat, which worthily defer- 
 ved noting. 
 Adecenas. She’s amoft triumphant Lady, if report be 
 {quare to her. 
 Enab. When fhe fictt met Adarke ~Anthony , fhe purft 
 up his heart upon the river of (ydune. 
 Agri. There fheappear’d indeed: or my reporter de- 
 vis'd well for hers 3 
 Exo. Iwill tellyou; 
 The Barge fhe fat in, like a burnifht Throne 
 Burnt onthe water : the Poope.was beaten Gol, 
 Purple the Sailes : and fo perfumed that 
 The Windes were Lovectickes 
 With them the Oares were Silver, 
 Which to the tune of Flutes kept ftroke and made 
 The water which rhey beate, to follow fatter: ~ 
 Asamoronsof theinftrokes. For her owne perion; 
 It beggerdaildefcription, fhe did iye 
 Inher Pavillion, cloth of Gold, of Tifiue, 
 Q're-picturing that Venus, w here we {ee 
 T he fancie out-worke Nature. On each fide her, 
 Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like {miling Cupids, 
 Withdivers colour’d Fannes whofe winde did feeme, 
 To glove the delicate cheekes which they did coole, 
 And what they undid did. 
 Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony. ee 
 Eno. Her Gentlewomen, like the Nereides, 
 So many Mer-inaides tended her ith’ eyes, 
 And made their bends adornings. At the Helme. 
 A feeming Mer-maide fteeres : The Silken Tackles 
 Swell with the touches of thofe t jower-foft hands, 
 That yarely frame the oifice. From the Barge 
 A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe 
 Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Cittie catt 
 Her people out upon her s and Anthony 
 Enthron‘di’th’ Market-place, did fit alone, 
 Whifling to th’ ayre: which but for vacancie, 
 Had gone to gazeon Cleopstratoo, 
 And made a gap in Nature. 
 vp. Rare Egyptians as 
 “$9  7pon her ianding: eAuthony {ent to her, 
 Invited her to Supper : fhe replyed , 
 It fhould be better, he became her gueft : 
 Which fhe entreated, our Courteous Anthony, 
 whom nere the word of no woman heard {peake, 
 Being barber'd ten times o’re, goes tO the Feaft; 
 ‘And for his ordinary, paies his heart. 
 For what his eyes eate onely- 
 Agri. Royall Wench : 
 
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 dC leopatra. 
 
 ) She made great Cafarlay his Sword to bed, 
 
 { 
 
 He ploughed her, and fhe cropt. 
 Eno, I {aw her orice 
 Hop forty Paces through the publicke ftrecte, 
 And having loft her breath, fhe fpoke, and_panted, 
 That the did make defect, perfection, 
 And breathlefle power breath forth. 
 Mee. Now Aathony, mattieave her utterly. 
 Eno. Never he will not: 
 Age cannot wither her, nor cuftome fteale 
 Her infinitie variety : other women cloy 
 The appeties they feede,but fhe makes hungry, 
 W here moft he farisfies. For vildett things 
 
 Become themfelvesin her, that the holy Pricfts 
 Bleffe her, when fheis Riggith. 
 (Mece. If Beauty, Wiledome, Modelty, can fettle 
 The heart of e4uthony : Ofaviais 
 A bleffed Lottery to him. 
 Ayrip, Letus go. Good Enobarbus, make your felfe 
 my guelt, whilft you abide heere: 
 €#o. Sumbly Sir I thanke you. Exennt, 
 Enter Anthony, (ear, Oftavia berweene them, 
 
 etath. The world, and my great oilice, will 
 Somtimes divide me from your bofome. 
 
 Offa. All which time, before the Gods my knee fhall 
 bowe my prayers to them for you. 
 
 Ant. GoodnightSire My OGavia 
 Read not my blemithes in the worlds report 
 Ihave not kept my {quare, but chat to come 
 Shall all be done by th’ Rule : good night deere Lady : 
 
 Ota. Good night Sir, 
 
 (2far. Goodnight. 
 
 Enter Soathfayer. 
 eAnth. Now firrah: you do with your felfe in Egypt ? 
 Seoth. Would Ihad never come from thence, nor you 
 
 thither. 
 
 Aut. If you can, your reafon ? 
 
 Sooth. 1 {ee it inmy motion: have it not in my tongue, 
 But yet hie youto Egypr againe. 
 
 Arntho, Saytome, whole Fortunes fhall rife higher, 
 
 ‘efars or mine ? 
 
 Soot. Cafars, Therefore (oh Anthony) ftay not by his fide 
 Thy Dzmon (that’s thy {ptrit which keepes thee) is 
 Noble, Couragious, high unmatchable, 
 
 W hare Cefarsis not. But neere him thy Angell 
 
 Becomes afeare : as being o’re-powr’d, and therefore 
 
 Make {pace enough betweene you. 
 einth. Speake this no more. 
 
 Sooth, To none but thee no more, but when to thee, 
 If thou dof play with him atany game, 
 Thou art {ure to loofe : And of that Natarail lucke. 
 He beates thee ‘gainft the oddes, Thy Lufter thickens, 
 When he fhinesby +I fay againe, thy {pirit 
 Is all affraid to governe thee neere him : 
 But he alway is Noble. 
 
 Anth. Getthee gone: 
 Say to Ventidexsl would fpeake with him. 
 He fhall to Parthia , be it art or hap, 
 He hath fpoken true, Thevery Dice obey him, 
 And in our {ports my better cunning faints, 
 Vnder hischance, if we draw lots,he {peeds, 
 His Cocks do winne the Battaile, ftillof mine, 
 When it is all conaught: and his Quailes ever 
 Beate mine (in hoopt ) at odd’s. I will to Egypt : 
 
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 Exit, 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 And though I make this marriage for my peace, 
 Pth’ Eait my pleafure lies .Oh come Ventsdines 
 ? Enter Ventidins. 
 
 You mutt to Parthia, your commiffions ready : 
 Follow me and receive’t. Exennte 
 
 Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippae 
 
 Lepidis. Trouble your felfe no farther: pray you haften 
 your generals after. R 
 
 Agr. Sit, Marke eAnthony wille’ne but kiffe Ofavsa, 
 and weele follow. 
 
 Lepi. TillT fhall fee you in your Souldiers dreffe, 
 Which will become you both : Farewell, 
 
 Mece. We fhall : as conceive the journey , be at the 
 Mount before you Lepidus. 
 
 Lepi. Your way is fhorter, my purpofes dodraw me 
 much about,you'le win two dayes upon me. 
 
 Both. Sir,good fueecfie. 
 
 Lepr. Farewell. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas. 
 
 Cleo. Give me fome Muficke : Muficke, moody foode 
 of us that trade in love. 
 
 Omnes. The Muficke,hoa. : 
 
 Enter Mardian the Eanuch. 
 
 Clo. Let it alcne, let’s to Billiards :.come ( barmian. 
 
 Char. My arme is fore, beft play with (Mardian. 
 
 Cleopa. As welle woman with an Eunuch plaide, 2s 
 withawoman. Come you'le play with me Sir? 
 
 * (Mard. As wellas I can Madam. 
 
 Cleo. And when good willis fhewed, 
 Though’t come too fhort 
 The Aor may pleade pardon. Ile none now, 
 Give me mine Angle, weele to’th’ River, there 
 My Moficke playing farre off. I will betray 
 Tawnyfine fifhes, my bended hooke fhall pierce 
 Their flimie jawes: and as 1 draw them up, 
 
 Tle thinke them every onean Anthony, 
 And fay, ahha; y’arecaught, 
 
 (Char. Twas merry when you wager’don your. Ang- 
 ling, when your diver did hang a falt fifh on his hooke 
 which he with fervencie drew up, 
 
 (lee. That time ? Oh times: 
 
 I laught him out of patience: and that night 
 
 I Jaught him into patience, and next morne, 
 
 Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed: 
 
 Then put my Tires and Mantels on him, whilft 
 
 I wore his Sword Philippan. Oh from Italie, 
 Enter a (Me (enger. 
 
 Ramme thou thy fruitful tidings in mine cares, 
 
 That long time have bin barren. 
 
 Mef. Madam, Madam. 
 
 Cho, Anthony's dead, 
 If thou fay fo Villaine, thou kilt thy Miftris: 
 But well and free, if thou fo yeild him. 
 Thereis Gold and heere 
 My bleweft vainesto kiffe : a hand that Kings 
 Havelipt,and trembled kiffing, 
 
 Mef. Firft Madaw, he is well. 
 
 (leo, Why there’s more Gold. 
 But firrah marke, we ufe 
 To fay, the dead are well : bring me to that, 
 The Gold I give thee, will I melt and powre 
 Downe thy ill uttering throate. 
 
 Mef. Good Madam heate me, 
 
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 Cleo, Well, go tol will: 
 But there’s no goodneffe in thy face, if eAushony 
 Be free and healthful|; fo tart a favour: ~~ 
 To trumpet fuch good tidings. If not well, 
 Thou fhouldft come likea Furie crown’d with Snakes, ” 
 Not like a formall man. 
 (Mef. Wilt pleafe you heare me? 
 (vo. | havea mind to ftrike theeerethou fpeake'tt , 
 Yer ifthou fay Anthony liveés,’tis well, 
 Or friends with Cz/ar, or not Captaine to him, 
 Ile fet theein a fhower of Gold, and haile 
 Rich Pearles upon the. 
 
 (Mef. Madam, he’s well. 
 
 Cleo. Wellfayds 
 
 Mef. And Friends with Cefar. 
 
 Cleo, Th’art an honeft man. Pree 
 
 Mel, (afar, and he, are greater Friends then ever: 
 
 Cleo, Marke thee a Forune from me. 
 
 Me. But yet Madam, 
 
 Cieo. I donot like but yet, it does alay 
 The good precedence, fie upon but yet, 
 But yet isasa laylor to bring foorth 
 Some monttrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend, 
 Powre out the packe of matter tomune care, 
 The good and bad together : he’s friends with Cefar; 
 In {tate of health thou faift, and thowfaieft, free. 
 
 (Mef. Free Madam! no: I made nofuchsreport, 
 He's bound unto Ova. 
 
 Cleo, For what good turne? 
 
 Mef. For the bett turnei’th’ bed. 
 
 Cleo. Lam pale Charmian. 
 
 Mef.. Madam, he’s married to Ofavsa. 
 
 Clo. The mott infe@ious Peltilence upon thee. 
 Strikes bir dovnt. 
 
 AMef, Good Madam patience. : 
 
 Cleo, What fay you? Strikes bim 
 Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile {purnethine eyes 
 Like balisbefore me : {le unhaire thy head: 
 
 She bales hims wp and downe. 
 Thou fhalt be whipt with Wyer, and ftew’d in brine, 
 Smarting in lingring pickle. 
 “Me. Gratious Madam, 
 I that dobring the newes, made not,the match. 
 
 Cleo, Say “tis not fo, a Province 1 will give thee, 
 And make thy Fortunes proud : the blow thou had'ft 
 Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage, 
 
 And I will boot thee with what guift befide 
 Thy modetty can begge, 
 
 (Mef. He’s married Madam. 
 
 Cleo. Rogue,thou haft liv'dtoo Jong. 
 
 Mef, Nay then He runne: : 
 What meane you Madam, I have made no fault. — &#t. 
 
 Char,Good Madam keepe your felfe within your felfe, 
 The man is innocent. 
 (%o. Some Innoceuts {cape not the thunderbolt ¢ 
 Melt Egypt into Nyle ; and kindled creatures 
 Turneall to Serpents. Call the flave againe, 
 Though Iam mad, T willnot byte him : Call? 
 Char, Heis afeard tocome. 
 Cleo. I willnot hurt him, 
 Thefe hands do lacke Nobility, that they {trike 
 A meaner then my {tife: fince I my felfe 
 Havegiven my felte the caufe. Come hither Sits 
 : Enter the Mefjénger againes 
 Thongh it be honcft, itis never good 
 To bring bad newes : give toagrations Meflage a 
 
 Drawakpife: \ 
 
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 Anthony and (1 leopatra. 
 
 An hoft of tongues, but let it tydings tell 
 Tfemrelves when they be felt. 
 
 CMef, I have donemy duty. 
 
 Cleo. Ishe married? 
 I cannot hate thee worfer then I do, 
 If thou againe fay yes. 
 
 Chef, He’s married Madam. 
 
 Cleo, The gods confound thee, 
 Doft thou hold there ftill ? 
 
 Me. Should I lye Madam ? 
 
 Clo. Oh, I would thou didft : 
 So halfe my Egypt were fubmerg’d and made 
 A Cefterne for {cal’d Snakes. Go get thee hence, 
 Had’{t thou Z,arci{fv in thy face, to me 
 Thou would appeare moft ugly: He is married? 
 
 Mef. I crave your highnefle pardon. 
 
 (%co. Be is married? 
 
 (Mef.. Takeno offence, that I would not offend you; 
 To punith me for what you make me doe, 
 
 Seemes much unequall: he’s married to Offavia. 
 
 Cleo, Oh that his faule fhould make a knave of thee, 
 That art not what thou art fure of. Get thee hence, 
 The Merchandize which thou haft brought from, Rome 
 Areall to deere for me : 
 
 Lye they upon thy hand, and be undone by ent, 
 (har. Good your bighneffe patience. 
 
 Clee. In praying Anthony, I have difprais'd Cefar. 
 
 Char. Maay times Madam. 
 
 (veo. Lam paid for’t now : lead me from hence, 
 
 I faint, oh /ras, Charmian : tis nomatters 
 Go to the fellow, good Alexas bidhim 
 Report the feature of OMawa ; her yeares, 
 Her inclination, let hiny not leave out 
 The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly. 
 Let him for ever goe, let hirn not Charmian, 
 Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, 
 The other wayes.a Mars. Bid you Alexas 
 Bring me word, how tall fhe is : pitty me Charmian, 
 But do not fpeake tome. Lead me to my Chamber. 
 Excunt, 
 Enter Pompey , at one doore with Drum and Trumpet : at an- 
 other Cafar, Lepidiu. eAmhony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, 
 Ayrippa, Menas with Souldsers Marching. 
 Pom. Your Hoflages! have,fo have you mine: 
 And we fhall talke betore we fight. 
 
 Cafar. Mott meete that firft we cometo words, 
 And therefore have we 
 Our written purpofes before us fent, 
 Which if thou hat confidered, let us know, 
 If’t will tye up thy difcontented Sword 
 And carry backeto Sicily much tall youth, 
 That elfe much perith heere. 
 
 Pom. Toyouall three, 
 The Senators alone of this great world, 
 Chiefe Factors for the Gods. Ido notknow, 
 Wherefore my Father fheuld revengers want, 
 Having a Sonne and Friends, fince Jelina Cefar, 
 Whoat Philippi the good Brats ghofted, 
 There faw you labouring for him. What was't 
 That mov’d pale Caffius to confpire? And what 
 Mad the all-honor’d, honeft Romane Brurns, 
 With the arm’d reft, Courtiers of beantious freedome, 
 To drench the Capitol, but that they would 
 Have one man but aman, and that 1s 1t 
 Hath made me rigge my Navies At whofe burthen, 
 The anger’d Ocean fomes, with which J meant 
 
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 a —S i ete defpightfull Rome 
 
 y Noble Father. 
 
 Cafar. Take your time. 
 
 Ant, Thou cautt not feareus Pompey with thy failes, 
 | Weele {peake with thee at Sea. At landthon know’ft 
 | How much we de o’re-count thee, 
 = Pom. At Land indeed 
 Thou doft orecount me of my fathers houfe. 
 | But fince the Cookoo buitdes not for himfelfe, 
 | Remainein’t as thou maitt, 
 
 Lepi. Be pleas’d to tellus; 
 
 (For thisis from the prefent now you talke ) 
 The offers we have fent you, ‘ 
 
 Cafar. There’s the point. 
 
 Ant,W hich do 1ot be entreated to, 
 But waigh what itis worth embrac’d. 
 
 Cefar, And what may follow totry alarger Fortune. 
 
 Pom. You have made me offer 
 Of Sicily, Sardiniar: and I mutt 
 Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to fend 
 Mecafures of W heate to Rome: this greed upon, 
 
 To part with anhackt edges, and beare backe 
 Our Targes undinted. 
 
 Omnes. That’s our offers 
 
 ‘Pom, Koow then I came before you heere, 
 
 A man prepar’d 
 
 To take this offer. But AZarke Anthony, 
 
 Put me to fome impatience : though I loofe 
 The praife of it by telling. You mutt know 
 When Ce/ar and your Brother were at blowes, 
 Your Mother came to Sicily, and did finde 
 
 Her welcome friendly. 
 
 Ant, Thave heard 1t Pompey, 
 
 And am well ftudied for a liberall thankes, 
 Which I doowe you. 
 
 ‘Pom. Letme have your hand: 
 
 Idid notthinke Sir, to have met you heere, 
 
 Ant. The bedsi’th’ Eaftarefoft, and thankes to you, 
 That call’d me timelier then my purpofe hither: 
 
 For I have gained by’t. 
 Cefar. Since ifaw you laft, ther’s achange upon you. 
 
 Pom. Well, know not, 
 
 Whatcounts harfh Fortune caft’s apon my face, 
 But in my bofome fhall fhenever come, 
 To make my heart a vailaile. 
 Lep. Well met heere. 
 Pom, 1 hope fo Lepidus, thus we are agreed : 
 I crave our compofition may be written 
 And feal’d betweene us, 
 
 Cafar; That’s the next to dot. 
 
 Pom. Wecle feaft each other, ere we part, and lett’s 
 Draw lots who fhalt begin. 
 
 enh. That willl Pompey. 
 
 Pompey. NO e4nshony take thefot : but firt or fat, 
 your fine Egyptian cookerie fhall have the fame, Ihave 
 heard that Inisus (</ar, grew fac with feafting there. 
 
 Ath, You have heard much, 
 
 Pom. have faire meaning Sir. 
 
 ent. And faire words to them. 
 
 Pow. Then fo much have I heard. 
 
 And Ihave heard Apehodorus carried ——— 
 
 Eno. No more that : he did fo, 
 
 Pom. What! pray you? 
 
 Eno, Acertaine Queene to (¢/ar ina Materice. 
 
 Pom. I know thee now, how far’ft thou Souldier? 
 
 Ene, Well, and well am like to doe, for I perceive 
 
 ty zz Foures 
 
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 Foure Feafts are toward. 
 
 4s Pom, Let me fhake thy hand, 
 
 ft ynever hated thee: i kave feene thee fight, 
 
 } When I have envied thybehaviour. Ba 
 
 Enob. Sir, [never lov’d you much, but I ha’prais'd ye, 
 When you have well deferv’d ten times as mueh; 
 
 As I have faid you did. 
 Pem. Injoy thy plainneffe, 
 It nothing ill becomes thee: 
 Aboord my Gally , Iinviteyou all. 
 Will you leade Lords? 
 All. Shew’s the way, fir- 
 
 Pom.Come.  Exeunt. CManent Enob & Mena 
 
 (Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne’re have made this 
 Treaty. You,andI have knowne fir. 
 
 Exob. At Sea, | thinke. 
 
 Men. We have Sir. 
 
 Exob. You have done well by water. 
 
 Men. And youby Land. Pee 2 
 
 Enob. Iwill praife any man that will praife me,thogh 
 it cannot be denied what I have done by Land, 
 
 Men. Nor what | have done by water. 
 
 Euob. Yes fome-thing youcan deny for your owne 
 fafety : you have bin a good Theefe by Sea. 
 
 Men, And you by Land. ‘ 
 
 Exob, There I deny my Land fervice: but give me 
 your hand A4enas, if our eyes had authority , here they 
 might take two Theeves kiffing 
 
 (Men. All mens faces are true, whatfoere their hands 
 are. 
 ns Enob. But there is never afaire Woman, ha’s atrue 
 
 ace 
 
 Men. Wo flander. they fteale hearts. 
 Enob. We came hither to fight with you. ‘ 
 Men. For my part,I am forry it isturn’d toa Drink- 
 ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune. 
 
 Enob. If he doe,fure he cannot weep’t backe againe. 
 
 Men, Yhave faid Sir, welook’d not for Afarke e4n- 
 thony heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? 
 
 Enob, (e/ars Sifter is call’d Ofavia. 
 
 (Men, True Sir, the was the wife of Cains ALarcellus. 
 
 Enob. But fhe isnow the wife of Varcus Anthonins 
 
 (Men, Pray y’¢ Sir. 
 
 Enob. Tis true. 
 
 Men. Then is Cefar and he, for ever knit together 
 
 Enob, If I were bound to Divine of this unity, I wold 
 not Prophefie fo. 
 
 (Men.1 thinke the policy of that purpofe, made more 
 in the ae sor the Love of the parties. 
 
 Enob. 1 thinke fo too. Butyou fhall finde the band 
 that feemesto tyethcir fricndfhip together, will beethe 
 very ftranger oftheir Amity : O&asia is of a holy, cold, 
 and fti!l converfation. 
 
 (Men. Who would not have his wife fo? 
 
 Exo. Not heethat hmfelfisnotfo; which is AZarke 
 Anthony :he willto his Egyptian difh againe : then fhall 
 the fighes of Of avia blow the fire up in Cafar, and (as I 
 faid before) that which isthe ftrength of their Amity, 
 fhall prove the immediate Author of their variance. Ax- 
 shony willufe his affection where it iss Hee married but 
 his occafion heere. 
 
 ‘Men, And thus it may be.Come Sir, will youaboord ? 
 T havea health for you. wat cece 
 
 Enob. 1 fhalltake it fir. we have us’d our Throats in 
 Egypt. 7 =P Laer 
 Men, Come, let’s a way. 
 
 Muficke playes. 
 
 Enter two or three Servants with a Banket. 
 
 1 Heere they’] be man: fome o’ their Plants are ill 
 rooted already, the leaft wind i’th’ world will blow them 
 downe. . 
 
 2 Lepidusis high colourd, 
 
 1 They have made him drinke Almes drinke. 
 
 2 Asthey pinch oneanother by the difpofition, he 
 cries outno more ; reconcilesthem to his entreatie, and 
 himfelfe to’th’ drinke. ) ad 
 
 1 Butitraifes the greater warre betweene himand his 
 difcretion. ; 
 
 2 Why this itis to havea name in great mens Fellow- 
 fhip: I had as live have a Reedethat will doe meno fer- 
 vice, as a Partizan I could not heave. 5 
 
 1 Tobe call’d into a huge Sphere, and notto beefeene. 
 tomove in’t,are the holes where eyes fhiould bee, which 
 pittitlly difafler the checkes. 
 
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 Enter Cafar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, AMecenas 
 Enobarbus, Menas, with other ( aprasnes. 
 
 Ant. Thus do they Sir:they take the flow ort Nyle 
 By certaine feale, ith’ Pyramid: they know. 
 By’th’ height, the lownefle, or the meane : If dearth 
 Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus {wels, 
 
 The more it promifes as it ebbes, the Seed{man 
 Vpon the flime and Ooze {catters his graine, 
 And fhortly comes to Harvetts 
 
 Lep, Y’have {trange Serpents there g 
 
 Anth, 1 Lepidus. 
 
 Lep. Your Serpentof Egypt, is bred now of your mud 
 by the operation of the Sun ; fo is your Crocodile. 
 
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 Pom. Sit, ard {ome Wine : Achealth to Lepidus 
 
 Lep. 1am not fo wellas I fhould be : 
 
 But Ile ne're out. Bi 
 
 Enob.Not till you have flept:] feare me you'l bee intill 
 then. 
 
 Lep. Nay certainly, 1 have heard the ‘Prolomies Pyra- 
 mifis are very goodly things s Without - contradiétion 
 have heard that. 
 
 Mena, Pomper,a word, 
 
 ‘Pomp. Say in mine care, what ist. ; 
 
 (Mens Forfake thy feate I do befeech thee Captainey 
 And heare me {peakea word. otiiee 
 
 Pom. Forbea:e me till anon. Whifpers in’'s Fares 
 This Wine for Lepidus, ; 
 
 Lep. What manner o’thing is your Crocodile? 
 
 Ant. Itis fhap’d fir like it felfe,and it is as broad asit 
 hath bredch; It is jaft fo high as itis,and mooves withit 
 owne organs. Itlives by that which nourifheth it, aM 
 the Elements once out of it, it Tranfmigrates. 
 
 Lep, Vv hat colour isit of ? 
 
 Ant.*Of it owne.colour tod. 
 
 Lep. Tis altrange Serpent. 
 
 An. Tis fo, 4nd theteares of irare wet. 
 
 Caf. Will this defcription fatisfie him? 
 
 is avery Epicure. 
 Pomp. Go hang fir, hang stell me of that? Away * 
 Doast bid yon. Where’sthe Cup! call'd for? | 
 
 Men, if for the fake of Merit thou wilt ase i 
 
 Excum. 
 
 Aaa ese a ese 
 
 Ant. With the Health that Pompey gives him, elfe hee 
 
 See 
 
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 Rife from thy ftoole. 
 
 Pow, 1 thinke th’art mad ; the matter? 
 
 Men. 1 have ever held ay cap off to thy Forturies. 
 
 Pom. Thou laftferv’d me with much faith: what's 
 elfeto fay ? Be jolly Lords. 
 
 Anth. Thele Quicke-fands Lepidus, 
 Keepe off them, for you finke. 
 
 Men, Wilt thou be Lord of all the world? 
 
 Pom. W hatfaift thou ? 
 
 Men, Wiltthou be Lord of the whele world? 
 That’s twice. 
 
 Pom, How fhould that be ? 
 
 AMéeu, Butentertaine it, andthough thou thinke mee 
 poore, I am the man willgive thee all the world. 
 
 Pom. Haft thou drunke well. 
 
 Men, No Pompey, [have kept me from the cup; 
 
 |. Thou artif thou dar‘ft be, the earthly love : 
 
 Whatere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes, 
 Is thine, ifthou wilt ha’t. 
 Pom. Shew me which way? 
 “ Men. Thefe three world-fharers,thefe Competitors 
 Are in thy veffell. Let me cut the Cable, 
 And when we are put off, fall co their throates : 
 All there is thine. 
 Pom, Ah,thisthou fhouldt have done, 
 And not have {poke on’t, Inme tis villanie, 
 In thee, t had bin good fervice : thou muft know, 
 Tis not my profitthat does lead mine Honour : 
 Mine Honour is, Repent that ere thy tongue, 
 Hath fo betraide thine act. Being done unknowne, 
 1 frould have found it afterwards well done 
 But muft condemne it now : defift, and drinke. 
 (Men.. Fox this Ilenever follow 
 Thy paul’d Fortunes more, 3 
 Who feekes and will not take, when once tis offerd, 
 Shall never finde it more. 
 Pom. This healthto Lepidus. 
 eAut. Beare hiova fhore, 
 Ie pledge it for him Pompey, ' 
 Eno. Heere’sto thee Menate 
 (Men, Enobarbus, welcome. 
 Pom. Filltill the cap be hid. 
 Eno. There’sa ftrang Fellow Menas. 
 (Men. Why? 
 Eno. Abeares the third part of the world man: feeft 
 not ° 
 Men, The third part, then heis drank : would it were 
 all, that ic might goon whecles. 
 Eno. Drinke thou : encreafe the Recles. 
 Aten. Come. 
 Pom, This isnot yetan Alexandrian Feats. - _ 
 Ant. It ripens towards it: ftrike the Veflelles hoa. 
 Heere’s to Cé/ar. : 
 Cefare I could. well torbear’t, its monftrous labour 
 when I wath my braine,and it growes fouler- 
 
 Ant, Be aChild o'th’time. 
 Cafar. Poffefle it, Ile make an{wer: but Thad rather 
 
 faft from all,foure dayes, then drinkefo much in one. 
 
 Enob. Hamty brave Emperor, {hall we daunce now | 
 
 the Egyptian Bachanals, and.celebrate our drinke ? 
 
 Pom. Lets ha’t good Souldiex. 
 
 Ant, Come, let’s all take hands, 
 
 Till chat the conquesing Wine hath fteept our fenfe, 
 
 + In foft and delicate Lethe. 
 
 Eno. Alltake hands 
 
 Make battery to our cares with the loud Maficke, 
 
 efniees and (leopatra. | 
 
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 | The holding every man fhall beate as loud. 
 
 | Spleets what it {peakes : the wide difguife hath almoft 
 
 Bur’ twould offend him. And‘in his offence, 
 
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 The while, Ie place you , then the Boy thall fing. 
 As his {trong fides can volly- 
 
 Muficke tlayes. Enobarbus places thems band in hand, 
 The Song. 
 Come thou Monarch of the Vine, 
 Plumpie Bacchus wih pinke eyne 
 In thy Fattes our Cares be drown d, 
 With thy Grapes onr haires be ( vows a. 
 Cup «s till the world go round, 
 Cup us till the world go rounds 
 
 Caf. What would yon more ? 
 ‘Pompey goodnight. .Good Brother 
 Let me requeft you of our graver bufineffe 
 Frownes at thislevitie, Gentle Lordslet's part, 
 You fee we have burnt our cheeke. Strong Enobarée 
 Is weaker thenthe Wine, and mine*owne tongue 
 
 Antickt us all. What needs more words? goodnight. 
 Good Asthony your hand. 
 Pom, Ile try you on the fhore. 
 Anth. And fhallSir, gives your hand. 
 Pom, Oh Anthony, you bave my Fathers houfe, 
 But what , we are Friends ? 
 Come downe into the Boate, ; 
 Eno, Take heed you fall not Menhas ; 1¢ not on fhore, 
 No tomy Cabin: thefe Drummes, 
 Thefe Trumpets, Flutes : what 
 Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell 
 To thefe great Fellowes.Sound and be hang’d found Out. 
 Sonnd a Florifh with Drummes, } 
 Exe. Hoofaicsa there's my Cap. 
 Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come. Exennt. 
 Enter Ventidius as it were inatrinmph, the dead body of 
 _Patorns borne before btm. 
 Ven. Now dartingParthia art thou ftroke andnow 
 Pléeas’d Fortune does of Afarcus Craffus death 
 Make merevenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body, 
 Before our Army,thy Pacoras Orades, 
 Payes this for Marcas Craffus. 
 Romanz. Noble Veatidins, 
 Whiltt yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme, 
 The Fugitive Parthians follow. Spurne through Media, 
 Mefapotamia, and the fhelters, whither . 
 The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anghnny 
 Shall fet thee on triamphant Chariots, anc .% 
 Put Garlands on thy head. P| 
 Ven. Oh Silias, Srllins, ; 
 I have done cnough. A lower palce,note well 
 Maymake too great an a¢t.For learne this Ssims, 
 Better tofeave undone, then by our deed 
 Acquire too high a Fame, when him we {eruc’saways 
 Cafar and Anthony, have ever wonue 
 More in their officer, then perfon, Sofius 
 One of my place in Syria, bis Lieutenant, 
 For quicke accumulation of renowne, 
 Which he atchiv’d by th’ minute, loft his favour. - 
 Who does i’th’ Warresmore then his Captaine can, 
 Becomes his Captaines Captaine : and Ambition 
 (The Souldicrs vertue) rather makes choife ofloffe 
 Then gaine, which darkens him. 
 I could ‘doe more todoe Anthonins good, 
 
 Should. : 
 
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 Should my pesformance perifh. 
 
 Rom. Thou haft Ventidius that , without the whicha 
 Souldier and his Sword grants leave diftinétion: thou 
 wilt writeto énthony. 
 
 Ven. Ne humbly fignifie what in his name, 
 That magicall word of Warre wee have effected, 
 How with his Baaners, and his well paid rankes, 
 The nere-yet beaten Horfe of Parthia, 
 
 We have jaded oute’th’ Field. 
 
 Rom. Whereis he now ? 
 
 Ven. He purpofech to Athens, whither with what haft 
 The waight we muft convay with’ s, will permit : 
 
 We fhall appcare before him. On there, pafle alongs 
 
 Excunt. 
 
 Enter Agrippaat one doore, Enobarbus at amother. 
 
 Agri. What ave the Brothers parted ? 
 
 Ene. They have difpatcht with P ompey, he is gone, 
 The other three are Sealing. Ofavia weepes 
 To part from Rome : Cefar i is fad, and Lepsdsss 
 Since Pompey’s featt, as Mernas fayes, i is troubled 
 With the Greene-Sickneffe. 
 
 Agri. Tisa Noble Lepidus, 
 
 Exo. A very fine one : oh, how he loves Cafar. 
 
 Agri. Nay but how deercly he adores A¢ark Anthony. 
 
 Eno. (afar ? why he’s the Iupiter of men. 
 
 etut. What's Asthony, the God of Iupiter ? 
 
 Eno. Spake you of Cefar ? Oh ! che non-pareill ? 
 
 Agré, Oh eAnthony, oh thou Arabian Bird | 
 
 Exo, Would you praife Cafar, fay (2/ar,gono further 
 
 - gr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praifes. 
 
 Eno. But he loves Cefar belt, yet he loves sores 
 Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, 
 
 Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot 
 Thinke,{peake, calt, write, fing, number ; hoo, 
 Hislove toedathony, But as for Cefar, 
 Knecle downe, kneele downe, and wonder. 
 
 A grip. Both he loves, 
 
 Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, fo : 
 This is tu horfe: Adieu, Noble Agrsppa, 
 
 e4grs. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell. 
 
 Enter Cafar, Anthony, Lepidus; and Ofavi. 
 Antho, No farther Sir. 
 C4far. You take from mea great part of my felfe : 
 Vie me well in’t.. Sifter, prove fuch a wife 
 As my thoughts make thee , and as my fartheft Band 
 Shall paffe on thy approofe: moft Noble Anthony, 
 Let not the peece of Vertue whichis fer 
 Betwixt us, asthe Cyment of our love 
 To keepe it builded , be the Ramme to batter 
 The Fortune of it : for better might we 
 Have lov'd without this meane, ifon both parts 
 This be not cherifht. 
 ent. Make me not offended, in your diftratt. 
 Cefar. U have aid. 
 Ant. You fhallnot finde, 
 Though you betherein curious,the leaft caufe 
 For what you feeme to feare, fothe gods keepe you, 
 And make the hearts of Romanes ferve your ends: 
 Wewill heere part. 
 Cafar. Farewell my deereft Siftcr, fare thee well, 
 The Elements be kind to thee, and make 
 Thy fpirits all of comfort : fare thee well, 
 Otta. My Noble Brother. 
 Anth. The Aprill’s in her eyes, it is Loves {pring, 
 And thefe the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull. 
 
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 Offa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands honfe : and —= 
 Cafar, What Ofavia. 
 O#a. Ile tell you in your eares 
 Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can. 
 Her heart informe hertongue. 
 The Swannes downe feather 
 That ftands upon the Swellat fullof Tide : 
 And neither way inclines. 
 Eno. Will ( efar weepe? 
 Agr. HUcha’sa cloud in’s face. 
 €xo, He were the worfe for that were he aHorfe,fo is 
 he being aman, , 
 Agri, Why Enobarbu: 
 When Anthony found Iulius Cefar dead, 
 He cryed almott to roaring : And he wept, 
 When at Philippi he found Brat flaines 
 Eno. That year indeed, he was troubled witha rheume, 
 W hat willingly he did confound, he wail’d, 
 Beleev’t till | weepe too, 
 E¢/ar. No {weet Offavia, 
 You fhall heare from me ftill: the time fhall not 
 Oui-go my thinking on you. 
 Ast. Come Sir, come, 
 Ile wraftle with you in my ftrength of love: 
 Looke heere I have you: thusI let you go, 
 And give you to the gods, 
 Ce. Adieu, be happy. 
 Lep. Letall the number of the Scarres give light 
 To thy faire way. 
 Cefar. Farewell, farewell. 
 
 Kiffes Ofavia, | 
 An: Farewells Trumpets (ound, 
 
 Execute . 
 
 Exter Cleopatra, (harmian, Iras and Alexa, 
 
 Cleo. Where is the Fellow? 
 
 Alex, Halfe afeard to come. 
 
 Cleo. Go to, goto: Come hither Sir. 
 
 Enter the Meffenger as before. 
 
 Alex. Good Majeltie , Hered of Iury-dare not looke 
 upon you, but when you are well pleas’d. 
 
 Cleo, T hat Herods head, lle have: but how ? When 
 enthony is gone,through whom | might command its 
 Come thou neere. 
 
 Aef. Molt gracious Majefty. 
 
 Cleo. Did’ it thou behold Ofavia? 
 
 Me/. \,dread Queene. . 
 
 Cho. Where? 
 
 Adef. Madam in Rome, Tlookt her in the face : and 
 faw her led betweencher Brother, and Marke Anthony, 
 
 (70. 1s the astallas me 2 
 
 M€ef, She isnot Madam, 
 
 Cleo, Did hease her-fpeake? 
 
 Is the fhrill tongu’d or low ? 
 Mef. Madam, 1 heard her {peake, the is low voie’d, 
 (veo. That’s not fo good : he cannot like her long: 
 Char. Like her? Oh /fs = tis impoffible. 
 
 Cleo. 1 thinke fo Charman : dull of tongue, &dwarfith |. 
 
 W hat Majefty is in her gate, remember 
 if ere thou look’ ft on Majettie, 
 MWe/.Shecreepes;her motion,& her flation are as one: 
 She fhewes a body, rather thenalife, 
 AStatue, then a Breather. - 
 Cleo. Is this certaine ? 
 My. Orl baveno obfervance. 
 Cha, Three in Egypt cannot make better note, 
 Cteo. He’svery knowing, Ido percciv’t, 
 There's nothing in her yet. 
 
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 The Fellow ha’s good judgement, 
 Char. Excellent. 
 Céeo, Gueffe at her yeares, I prythees 
 ‘(Mef. Madam, fhe wasa widdow, 
 Cleo. Widdow ?. Charmian, hearke. 
 (Myf. And Ido thinke the’sthirtie. 
 
 Cle. Bear’ft thou her face in mind ? is*t long or round? 
 
 (Mef. Round, even to faultineffe, 
 
 (le. Forthe moft parttoo, they are foolifh that are 
 fo. Her haire what colour ? 
 
 Mef. Browne Madam : and her forehead 
 Aslow as fhe would with it, 
 
 Cleo. There's Gold for thee , 
 
 Thou muft not take my former fharpeneffe ill, 
 I will employ thee backeagaine 31 findethce 
 Molt fit for bufineffe. Go, make thee ready, 
 Our Letters are prepar’d. 
 Char. A proper man. 
 Cleo. Indeed heisfo ; I repent me much 
 That fo I harried him.. Why me think’s by him, 
 This Creature’s no fuch thing. 
 Char. Nothing Madam: 
 Cle. The man hath feene fome Majefty, and fhould 
 know. 
 ~ Char. Hath he feene Majeftie? //s elfe defend : and 
 ferving you fo long. 
 
 Cleo Lhave one thing more to aske him yet good Char- 
 mian. but tisnio matter,thou fhalt bring him tome where 
 I will write ; all may be well enough. 
 
 Char. I warrant you Madam. 
 
 Enter eAntheny and OBavia, 
 
 Aut. Nay, nay Oéansa, not onely that, 
 That were excufable,thatand theniands more 
 Of femblable import, bat he hath wag'd — 
 New Warres ’gainit Pompey, Made his will, and read if, 
 To publike care, {poke {cantly of me, 
 When perforce he could not 
 But pay me tearmes of Honour scold and fickly 
 He vented then moft narrow meature: lent me, 
 When the beft hint was given him + he had look’t, 
 Or did it from histecth. 
 
 Ofavi. Oh my good Lord, 
 Beleeve not all, or if ySu'mntt beleeve, 
 Stomacke notall. A more unhappy Lady, 
 If this divifton chance, ne’re {tood betweene 
 Praying for both parts : 
 The good Gods will mocke me prefently 
 When I fhall pray : oh blefle my Lord and husband, 
 Vndo that prayer: by crying out as loud, 
 Oh bleffe my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother, 
 Prayes, and diftroyes the prayer, no midway 
 Twixt thefe extreames at all. 
 
 eAnt, Gentle OFavia, a tice 
 Let your beft love draw to that poiat which feekes 
 Beft to preferve it: if Lloofe mine Honour, 
 
 Loofe my felfe: better I were not yours 
 Then yours fo branchleffe. But as you requefted, 
 Your felfe fhall go between’s, the meanetime Lady, 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Tle raife the preparation ofa Warre 
 
 Shall ftaine your Brother, make your fooneft haft 
 
 So your defires are yours. 
 Oa. Thankes tomy Lord, ; 
 The Iove of Power make me moft weake, moft weake, 
 
 Your reconciles +. Warres rwixt you twaine would be, 
 
 As ifthe world fhould cleave, and chat flaine men 
 Should foader up the Rift. 
 
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 ea a ehetlppetbentdiceietnprrcnhaninterinnlpr Sti pps mst 
 
 Anh, When it appeares to you where this begins, 
 Turne your difpleafurethat way, for our faults 
 Can never be foequall, that your love 
 Can equally mioove with them. Provide your going, 
 Choofe your owne compane, and command what coft 
 Your heart has mind to. Exennt, 
 Emer Enobarbri, and Eros, 
 
 Exo. How now friend Eros ? 
 
 Eros. There's {trange Newes come Sir. 
 
 Eno. What man? 
 
 Ero. Cefar & Lepidus have made Warreupon Pompey. 
 
 Exe, Thisis old, what isthe fuccefle ? 
 
 _ Eras. (afar having made ufe-of him in the warres 
 Saint Pompey: prefently denied hiat rivalitie, would not 
 let him partake in the glory of action, and not refting 
 here, accufes hiniof Letters he had‘formerly wrote to 
 ‘Pomp:y.V pon his owneappealefeizes him, {0 the poore 
 third isup, till death enlarge his Confine. 
 
 Eno.Then would thou hadtt a paire of Chapsno more, 
 and throw betweene them all the food thou haft, they ic 
 grindethe other. Where's Anthony? - 
 
 Eros. He’s walking inthe garden thus, and {purnes 
 The ruth that lies before him. Cries Poole Lepidus, 
 
 And threats the throate of rhat his Oxficer, ; 
 That murdred Pompey, 
 Exo, Our great Navies rig'd. 
 Eros. For Italyand (2/ar, more Domsitius, 
 My Lord defires you prefently ¢ my Newes 
 I might have told heareafter. 
 
 Eno. Twillbe naught,but let it be:bring me to Anthony, F 
 
 €ros, Come Sir. Exeunt. 
 Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Cefar 
 Caf. Contemning Rome he ha’s done all this, & more 
 In Alexandria: heeres the manner of it? 
 Ith Market-place ona Tribunall filverd 
 Cleopatva and bimfelfe in Chaires of Gold 
 Were publikely enthrond : at the feet fat 
 Cefaries whom they call my father Sonne, 
 And all rhe unlawfull iffue, thar their loft 
 Since then hath made betweene them. Vato her, 
 Hegave the ftablifhment of Egypt,made her 
 Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, abfoiute Queene, 
 
 Mee. This isthe publike eye? 
 
 Cefar. 1th common fhew place where they exercife, 
 His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings, 
 Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia 
 He gave to Alexander. To Prolomy he aflign’d; 
 
 Syria, Silicia, and Phoenicia: fhe 
 
 In th’abiliments of the Goddetfe Jfis 
 
 That day appeard, and oft before gave audience, 
 As tis reported,fo. 
 
 Mece. Let Rome be thus.inform’d. 
 
 e4gri. Who > Sey with his info!ence already, 
 Will their good thoughts call from hime 
 
 Cafar, The people knowes it, 
 
 And havenow receivd his accufations. 
 Agri. Whom does he accufe 2 
 Cafar. (2far,and that having in Sicily 
 Sextus Pompeins {poild, we had not rated him 
 His part o’th fle. Then does he fay, he lent me 
 Some fhipping unreftord. Laftly he frets 
 That Lepidus of the Triumvirate, fhould be depos’, 
 ‘And being that, we detaineall his Revenues 
 
 Agri, Sit, this fhould be anfwerd. 
 
 Céfar. Tisdonealready,and his Meffenger gone: 
 I have told him Lepidus was growne too crnell, 
 
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 Fhe T ragedie of 
 
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 That his high Authority abus'd, 
 And did deferve his chance for. what I have conquer’d, 
 I grant him part : but then in his Armenia, 
 And otherof his conquer’ Kingdomes,| demand the like 
 Mec, Hee'l never yeeld tothat. 
 Caf. Nor mutt not then be yeelded tointhis. 
 Enter Olavia with her Traine, . 
 Of4. Haile Cefar,and my-L. haile moft,deere (4/ar. 
 Cafar. That ever I fhould call thee Caft-away. 
 Offa, You have not call’d me fo, nor have you caufe. 
 Cef.W hy haft chou ftolne upon me thus? youcame not 
 Like Ce/ars Siftar, The wife of Aathony } 
 Should have an Army for an Vifher,and 
 The neighes of horfe to tell of herapproach, 
 Long ere fhe did appeare, The trees by’th’ way 
 Should have borne men, and expectation fainted 
 Longing for whatit had not. Nay, the duft 
 Should have afcended tothe Roofe of Heaven, 
 Rais‘d by your populons Troopes : But you are come 
 A Market-maid to Rome , and have prevented 
 The oftentation of our love; which lefc anfhewne, 
 Is often left unlov’d we flould have met you 
 By Sca,and Land, fupplying every Stage 
 With an augmented greeting. 
 Otta. Good my Lord, 
 Tocomethus was I not conftrain’d, but did it 
 On my free-willg..My Lord Marke Anthony, 
 Hearing that youprepard for Warre, acquainted 
 My greeving eare withall: whereon | begg'd 
 His. pardon for returne., 
 64/. Which foone he granted, 
 Being an abftra@ttweene his Luft, and him, 
 Offa. Domotfay fo, my Lord. «. 
 Cef. Thave eyesupon him. 
 And his affaires come.to me on the wind:whereis he now 
 Offa, My Lord, in Athens, 
 Cf. Nomy moft wronged Sifter, Cleopatra 
 Hath nodded him to hers. He hath given his Empire 
 Vp toa Whore, who now arelevying 
 The Kings o’th’earth for Warre. He hath affembled, 
 Bochius the Kingof Lybia, Arcbslaus 
 Of Cappadocia, Philadolphos King 
 Of Paphiagonia: the Thracian King ddullas, 
 King: Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont, 
 Herod of lewry,\Matridates King 
 Of Comageat , Polemsen and Auuntu, 
 The King of Mede,and Lycaonia, 
 With a more larger Lift of Scepterss 
 Offa. Ayre me moft wretched, 
 That have my heart parted betwixt two Friends, 
 That doe afflict each other. (breaking forth 
 Caf: Welbom hither your letters. did with-holde our 
 Till we perceiv’d both how you were wrong led, 
 And we in negligent danger ; cheere your heart. 
 Be you not troubled with the time whichdrives 
 O're your content, thefe {trong neceflities, 
 But let determin’d things to dettinie. 
 Holdunbewail'd their way. Welcometo Rome: . 
 Nothing more deere to me . You areabus’d 
 Beyond the marke of thought : and the high Gods 
 To doe you luftice,make his Minifters 
 Of us, and thofethat love you. Bett of comfort, 
 And ever welcome tous, Agrip, Welcome Lady. 
 Mec. Welcome decre Madam, . 
 Each heartin Rome does love and pitty yous 
 Onely th’adulterous Anthony, mottlarge 
 
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 In his abhominations, turnes you off, 
 And gives his potent Regiment toa Trull., 
 That noyfes it againftus. 
 O fla. \sit fo fir? ) 
 Cef. Mott certaine : Sifter welcome;pray you _.. 
 Beever knowne to patience. My deer'tt Sifter. Exennt, 
 Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. 
 (%o. I willbe even with thee: doubt it not. 
 Eno. But why, why, why? : 
 
 Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in thefe warress 
 
 And fay’ft itis not fic. . 
 Eno. Well: isit,isit? 
 Céo. If not,denounc’d againk us, why fhould not we 
 
 be there in perfon, 
 éxo. Well, I could reply s if wee should ferve with 
 
 Horie and Mares together,the Horfe were meerely lofts 
 
 the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Herfe. 
 
 Cleo. Whatis’t you fay ? 
 
 Eno, Your prefent needs mutt puzle Aathony, 
 Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from’s time, 
 What fhould not then be f{par’d., He is already 
 Traduc’d for Levity, aud ’tis {aid.in Rome, 
 That Photsns an: bunuch,and your Maides 
 Mannagg this warre. 
 
 Cieo, Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot 
 That {peake againft us. A Charge webeare ith’ Warre, 
 And as the prefident of my Kingdome will . 
 Appeare there for aman. Spéake noragainftit, 
 
 I willnot ftay behinde. 
 Exter Anthony and Camidius. 
 Eno, Nay | have done, here comes the Emperor. 
 ent. Is it not ftrange Camidius, 
 That from Tarentam, and Brundufium, 
 
 He could fo quickely cut the Ionian Sea, 
 
 And take in Toryne. You have-heardon’t (Sweet?) 
 
 Cleo. Celerity is never more admir’d 
 Then by the negligent. 
 
 Ant. A good rebuke, 
 
 W hich might have well becom’d the beft of men 
 To tauntat flacknefle. Camidins, we, . 
 Will fight with him by Sea 
 
 Chee. By Sea, what elfe ? 
 
 Gam. Why will my Lord do fo? 
 
 Ant. For thathe dares usto’t 
 
 Eno, So hath my Lord,dar’d hia to fingle fight, 
 
 Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharfalia, 
 Where Ce/ar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers 
 Which ferve nocfor his vantage, he fhakes off, 
 
 And fo fhould you. 
 
 Enob. Y our Shippes ate not well mann’d, 
 
 Your Marriners are Muliters, Reapers, people 
 Ingroft by {wift Imprefle, In Ca/ars Fleete, 
 Are thofe, that often have ’gainft Pompey fought, 
 Their fhippesare yare, yours heavy : nodifgrace 
 Shall fall you for refinfing him at Sea, 
 
 Being prepar’d for Land. 
 
 Ant. By Sea, by Sea. ; 
 
 Exo. Mott worthy Sir, youtherein throw away 
 The abfolute Soldierfhip you have by Land 
 Diftract your Armie, ve doth moft confift 
 Of Warre-markt-fooremen, leave unexecuted 
 Your ownerenowned knowledge, quite forgoe 
 The way which promifes affurance, and 
 Give up your felfe meerly to chance and hazard, 
 From firme Security. 
 
 Ant. Ile fight at Sea, 
 
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 Cho, Uhave fixty Sailes; Ce/ar none better. 
 _ Ant. Our over-plus of fhipping will we burne, 
 
 And withthe reft full mann’d, from th’ heart of Actium 
 
 Beate th’ approaching Cs/ar. .But if we faile, 
 
 We then candoo’t at Land. Entera Meffenger. 
 
 Thy bufineffe ; 
 
 CMef: The newes is true, my Lord,heisdifcried, 
 
 Cefar ha’s taken Foryne. 
 
 Ant, Can hebe there in perfon? Tis impoffible 
 
 Strange, that his power fhould be fo, Camsiasus, 
 
 Our nineteenes Legions thou fhalt hold by Land, 
 
 And our twelve thoufarid Horfes Wee'lto our Ship, 
 
 Away my Thetis. 
 
 Enter a Souldiour. 
 
 How now worthy Souldier ? 
 
 Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, 
 
 Truft not to rotten plankes : Do you mifdoubt 
 
 This Sword, and thefe my Wounds; let th’ Egyptians 
 
 And the Pheenicians go a ducking : we 
 
 Have us’d to conquer ttanding on the earth, 
 
 And fighting foot to foot . 
 Ant. Well, well, away. Exeunt Ant.Cleo.e Eneb, 
 Sout, By Hercules ithinkeI ami'th’ light. 
 
 (am. Souldier thouart :but the whole aGtion growes 
 
 Not inthe power on’t : fo our Leaders leade 
 
 And weare Womens. men, 
 
 Soul. Youkeepe by Land th¢ Legions and the Horfe 
 
 whole, do you not? i 
 Ven. (Vearcus Obkavins, Marcus Infiiws, 
 
 Publicola,and Celins, are for Sea : 
 
 But we keepe whole by Land. This fpeede of Cafars 
 
 Carries beyond beleefe. 
 
 Soul. While he was yet in Rome 
 
 His power weit out in fuch diftractions, 
 
 As beguilde all Spies. ; 
 
 Cam. Who's his Lieptenat, heare you? 
 
 Soul. They fay, one Towrus. 
 
 Cam. Well, I know the man. 
 
 Ener a Meffenger. 
 
 (Me. The Emperor cals Camiasns. — 
 
 Cam. With Newes the time’s with Labour, 
 And throwes forth each minute, fome- Exeunt. 
 
 Enter (afar with his Army, marching. 
 
 Caf. Towrts # 
 Tow. My Lord. 
 (ef; StrikenotbyLand. 
 Keepe whole, provoke not Battaile 
 Till we have done at Sea. .Do not excecae 
 The Prefcript of this Scroule + Our fortune lyes 
 
 Vpon this iumipe. 
 Nite Anthony, and Enobarbus. 
 
 Ant. Set we our Sqaadtons on yond fide o’th’Hill, 
 In eye of Cefars battaile,from which place 
 We may the number of the Ships behold, 
 And fo proceed accordingly. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 EX%it. 
 
 Camidiin Marching with his Land eArmy one way ever the 
 Gage, and Towrs the Lientenant of Ca/ar other way: 
 After their, going in,is beard the noife ofa Sea fight. 
 etlarum. Enter Enobarbus and SCArHé. 
 
 Eno.Naught, naught, 
 Thantoniad,tbe Lgyptian Admirall, 
 Withall their fixty lye, and turne the Rudder 
 
 t,naught,all naught, Ican behold no longer : 
 
 To fee’t, mine eyes are blafted. 
 Enter Scarvié. 
 
 Scar.Gods, & Goddeffes, all the whole fynod of them! ¢ 
 
 Eso. What's thy paffion. 
 
 Scar, The greater Cantle ofthe world is loft 
 With very ignorance. we have kift away 
 Kingdomes, and Provinces. 
 
 Eno, How appeares the fight? 
 
 Scar, On our fide like the Token'd'Peftilence, 
 Where death is fure. You ribaudred Nagge of Egypt, 
 (Whom Leprofie o’re) i’th’ midft oth’ fight, 
 
 When vantage like a paire of Twinnes appear d 
 Both of the fame, or rather ours the elder ; 
 
 (The Breeze upon her ) like a Cow in Lune; 
 Hoitts Sailes, and flyes. 
 
 Eno. ThatI beheld : 
 
 Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not 
 Indurea further view: 
 Scar. She once being looft, 
 The Noble ruine of her Magicke, e4uthony, 
 Claps on his Sea-wing, and (likea doting Mallard) 
 Leaving the Fight in heighth, flyes after her : 
 I never {aw an actiun of {uch fhame; 
 Experience, Man-hood , Honor ne’re before, 
 Did violate fo it felfe. 
 Enob. Alacke, alacke, 
 Enter (amiss. : 
 
 Cars. Our Fortune onthe Sea is out of breath, 
 And finkes moft lamentably. Had our Generall 
 Bin what he knew himfelfe, it had gone well: 
 
 Oh hee ha’s given example for ourflight, 
 
 Mok groflely by his owne. 
 
 ' — I, are you thereabouts ? Why then goodnight in- 
 eede. 
 
 (am, Toward Peloponnefus are they fied. 
 
 Scar. Tiseafie toot, 
 
 And there I will attend what further comes, 
 
 Camid. To Cefar will { render 
 My Legions and my horfe, fixe Kings already 
 Shew me the way of yeelding. 
 
 Eno, lle yet follow 
 The wounded chance of Axthony, though my reafon 
 Sits in thé winde againft me. 
 
 Enter eAnthony with eAttendants. 
 
 Ant. Hearke,the Land bids me tread no more upon’t, f 
 It isafham’d to beare me.Friends, come hither, 
 
 Iam fo lated in the world, that [ 
 Have loft my way for ever. I havea fhippe,' 
 Laden with Gold, take that; divide it: flye, 
 And make your peace with Cear. 
 
 Omues. Fly 2? Not we. : 
 
 Ant. Uhave fled any felfe,and have inftruéted cowards 
 To runne, and fhew theirs fhoulders. Friends be gone, 
 
 I have my felfe, refoly’d upon a courfe, 
 
 Which has no neede of you. Be gone, 
 
 My Treafure’s inthe Harbour. Take it: Oh, 
 
 I follow’d that I blufh to looke upon, 
 
 My very haires do mutiny : for the white : 
 Reprove the browne for rafhneffe, and they them 
 Forfeare, and doting. Friends be gone, you fhall 
 Have Letters from me to fomie Friends, that will’ ~ 
 Sweepe your way for you. Pray youlooke not fad. 
 Nor make replyes of loathneffe,take the hint 
 Which my difpaire prociaimes. Letthem be left 
 Which leaves it felfe, to Sea-fide ftraight way; 
 I will poffeffe you of that fhip aud Treafure. 
 
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 Leave me, I pray alittle: pray you now, 
 Nay do fo: ie indeedeI haveloftcommand, _ 
 Therefore I pray you, Ile fee youby and by. Séts downe. 
 Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian ana Eros. 
 &res.Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him. 
 Jr. Do moft deere Queene. 
 Char. Doe,why, what elfe ? 
 (lee, Let me fit downe : Oh Jane. 
 Ant. No, no, no, ne,no. 
 Eros. See you heere, Sir ? 
 Ant. Oh fie, fie; fie. 
 Char. Madam. 
 Tras, Madam, oh good Empreffe. 
 Eros. Sir, fir. 
 | Ant, Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept 
 | Hisfword e’ne like a dancer, while I ftrooke 
 | The leane and wrinkled (affine,and’twas I 
 | That the mad Bratus ended: he alone 
 | Dealt on Lientenantry, and no practife had 
 | Inthe brave fquares of Warre : yetnow ; no matter, 
 (leo, Ah ftand by. 
 Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene. 
 Ira. Gotohim, Madam, {peake to him, 
 | Hee is unqualited with very fhame. 
 (vs. Wellthen, fuftaineme : Oh. 
 | _ res. Moft Noble Sir arife, the Queene approaches, 
 | Her head’s declin’d, and death will {eize her, but 
 | Your comfort makes the refcue. 
 | eat. 1 have offended Reputation ; 
 | A moft unnoble {werving. 
 | . Eves. Sir, the Queene. 
 Ant, Oh whither haft thou led me Lgypt, fee 
 How I convey my fhame, out of thine eyes, 
 By looking backe what I have left behinde 
 Stroy’d in difhonor. 
 Cleo, Oh my Lord, my Lord; 
 Forgive my fearfull fayles, 1 little thought 
 | You would have followed. 
 Ant. egypt, thou knew’ft too well, 
 My heart wasto thy Rudder tyed by ’th’ ftrings, 
 And thou fhould'ft ftowe me after, O’re my {pirit 
 | The full {upremacie thou knew’ft, and that 
 Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods 
 Command me. 
 Cleo, Oh my pardon. 
 Ant. Now I mutt 
 | Tothe young man fend humble Treaties,dodge 
 | And palter in the fhifts of lownes, who 
 | With halfe the bulke o’th’ world plaid as I pleas’d, 
 Making, and marring Fortunes, Youdid know 
 How much you were my Conqueror, andthat 
 My {word,made weake by my affection, would 
 Obey it onall canfe. 
 Cleo, Pardon, pardon. 
 ent. Fall notateare I fay, one of them rates 
 Allthat is wonne and loft ; Give mea kiffe, 
 Even thisrepayes, 
 Wefent our Schoole matter, is acome backe 2 
 Love lam fullof Lead : fome Wine 
 Within there ,and our Viands ; Fortune knowes, 
 We fcorne her moft;when moft the offers blows. Exenne 
 
 Enter Cafar, eA grippa, and Dokabella, with ethers. 
 
 Cef. Let him appeare that’s com for enthony, 
 Kuow youhim. 
 
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 Dolla. Cafar, tis his Schoolemafter, 
 An argument that he is pluckt, when hither 
 He fends fo poorea Pinnion of his Wing, 
 Which had fuperfluous Kings for Meflengersy 
 Not many Moonesgoneby, 
 
 Enter eAmballador from Anthony. 
 Céfar. Approach, and{peake, 
 e4mb. Suchas Lam Icome from Asshony 3 
 I was of late as petty tohis ends, 
 As isthe Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe 
 To his grand Sea. 
 Cef.:Bee’t {0, declare thine office. 
 émb. Lord of his Fortunes he falutesthee, and 
 Reguires to live in Agypt, which not granted 
 He Leffens his requefts,and to thee faes 
 Tolet him breath betweene the Heavens and Barth 
 A private manin Athens : this for him. : 
 Next, C/opatra does confeflethy greatneffe: 
 Snbmits her to thy might, and of thee craves 
 The Circle of the Prosomies for her heyres, 
 Now hazarded to thy Gace. 
 Caf. For Anthony, 
 I have noeares to his requeft. The Queene, 
 Of Audience, nor Defire fhall faile, fo fhe 
 From £gypt drive her all-difgraced Friend, 
 Or take his life there. This if the performe, 
 She fhall not {ue unheard, So to them both. 
 e4fmb, Fortune purfue thee, 
 
 (<i Bring him through the Bands: 
 
 To try thy Eloquence, now ’tis time; difpatch, 
 From Anthony winne Ckopatra, promife 
 
 And in our Name, when fhe requires, adde more 
 From thine invention, offers. Women are not 
 
 In their beft Fortunes {trong ; but want will periure 
 The ne’re touch’d Veftall. Try thy cunning Thidia, 
 Make thine owne Edict for thy paines; which we 
 Wiil antwer as a Law. 
 
 Thid. Cafar,\ go, 
 
 Caf. Obferve how Anthony becomes his flaw, 
 And what thouthinkeft his very Action fpeakes 
 In every power that mooves. 
 
 Thid, Cefar, 1 Challe Exent. 
 
 Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charman, Ira. 
 
 Cleo. What thall we do , Encharbus ? 
 
 Eno. Thinke, and dye. 
 
 Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this? 
 
 Eno. eAnthony oncly that would make his will 
 Lord of his Reafon. What though you fled, 
 
 From that great face of Warre, whofe feverall ranges 
 Frightedcach other? Why fhould he follow ? 
 
 The itch of his Affection fhould northen 
 
 Have nickt his Captain-fhip, at fuch a point, 
 
 When halfeto halfethe world oppos’d, he being 
 The meered queftion? Tisa fhame noleffe 
 
 Then was his loffe, to courfe your flying Flagges, 
 Andleave his Navy gazing. 
 
 Cleo, Prythee peace, ; 
 
 Exter the eAmbal] ador, with Anthony. 
 
 Ant. Isthis hisanfwer. Amb. I my Lord. 
 
 Ax. The Queene fhall then have courtefie, 
 Sofhe will yeeld us Up. 
 
 Am. Helayesfo. : 
 
 Authe, Let her know’t. To the Boy Cefar fend this 
 grizled head, and he will fill thy wifhesto the brimme, 
 With Principalities. 
 
 Cleo. That head my Lord? - 
 
 ‘Ant. 
 
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 ent. To him againe,tell him he weares theRote 
 
 Of youth upen him: from which, the world fhould note 
 
 Something particular : His Coyne,ShipssLegions, 
 May bea Cowards, whofe Minifters would prevaile 
 Vnder the fervice of a childe,as foone 3 
 Asi’th’Command of Ce/ar, I dare hitn therefore 
 To Lay his gay comparifons a-part 
 
 And an{wer me declin’d,{word againft fwerd, 
 
 Our felyes alone ; He write it,Follow me. 
 
 Ena. Yes,like enough : hye-battell’d Ca/ar will 
 Vnitate his happinefle,and be Stag’d to’th’ thew 
 Againft a Sworder, I {eemens judgements are 
 A parcell of their Fortunes,and things outward 
 Doe draw the inward quality after them 
 To fuffer all alike, that he fhould dreame, 
 
 Knowing all meafures,the full (4/2? will 
 Anfwer his emptinefle ; (a/ar chow haft fubdade 
 His judegement too. 
 
 Enter a Servant. 
 
 Ser, A Meflenger from Ce/ar; 
 
 Cleo. What nomore Ceremony ?Seemy Women, 
 Againft the blowne Rofemay they ftop their nofe, 
 That knecl’d_untothe Buds. Adimit him Gir. 
 
 Enob, Mine honefty, and Lbeginto fquare, 
 
 The Loyalty well held to Fooles,does make 
 Our, Faith meere Folly : yet he that can endure 
 To follow with Allegéancea falne Lord, 
 Does conquer him that did his Matter conquer, 
 And earnes a placei’th’Story. 
 
 Enter Thidias. 
 
 Cleo. ( efars will. 
 
 Thid. Hcaveitapart. 
 
 (%e0.. None but friends : fay boldly: 
 
 Thid. So haply are they friends to Anthony. 
 
 Enob. He needs asmany (fir as Cefar has. 
 
 Orneeds notus. If Ce/ar pleafe,our Matter 
 Will leape to be his friend : For as you know, "é 
 Whofe he is, we are, and that is C4/ars. 
 
 Thid.So.T husthen thou moft renown’ d,Ce/ar intrreats 
 Not to confider in what cafethon ftandft 
 Further than he is Ce/ur. 
 
 Cleo. Goe on,tight Royall. 
 
 Thid. He knowes that you embrace not e4urhony 
 As you did love,bnt-as you feared hia. 
 
 (leo. Oh. 
 
 Thid.. Thef{carresupon your honour therefore he 
 Does pitty,as conftrainedblemifhes, 
 
 Notas deferveds 
 
 Cleo, He is a gods 
 And ksowes what is moft right. Mine honeur 
 Was not yeelded,but conquer’d meerely. 
 
 Exod. Tobe fure of thar, willaske Anthony, 
 
 Sir, fir,thouart to leaky 
 That we mnt leavethee thy finking,for 
 Thy deareft quit thee, s 
 Thid. Shall I fay to Csfar, 
 What yourequire of him: for he partly begges 
 To be defir’d to gives It much would pleafe him, 
 That of his fortunes you fhould make a flaffe 
 Toleatieupon. But it would warme his {pirits 
 To heare from me you had left e4nthony, : 
 And pur your felfe under his throwd ; the vaiverfall 
 
 Cleo. What's yourname P 
 
 Thid. My name is Thidsac. 
 
 Cleo. Molt kinde Meffenger, 
 Say to great Ce/ar this in diiputation, 
 
 EXitiEnob, 
 
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 » (Landlord. 
 
 eA nthony and Cleopatra. ee) 
 
 a rea rer eee 
 
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 { Tkiffe his conqu’ring hand: Tell him; am prompt — 
 Tolay my Crowne at’s feet,and there to kneeles 
 
 "Tell him from hisall-obeying ‘breath, heare 
 The doome of Egypr, 
 
 |  Thid. Tis your nobleft courfe : 
 Wifedome and F ortune combatting together, 
 
 | Ifthat the former dare but what it can, 
 
 | Nochancemay fhake it. Give'me grace to lay 
 
 | My duty on your hand, 
 
 | Cleo. Your (/ars Father oft; 
 (When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in ) 
 Beftow’d hislips on that unworthy place,’ 
 Asit rain’d kiffes ‘ 
 
 Enter Anthony and Enobarbus. 
 4st. Fayours?By love that thunders. 
 Thid. One that but performes 
 
 The bidding of the fulleft man,and worthieft 
 To have command obeyde. 
 
 Enob. You will be whipt. 
 
 Ant. Approch there:ah you Kite.Now gods & divels, 
 Authority melts from me of late, When I cride hoa, 
 Like Boyes unto a mufie,Kings would {tart forth, 
 
 And cry your will, Have you no eares? 
 Tam e-dnthony yet. Take hence this lacke and whip him, 
 Exter a Servant, 
 Enob. Tis better playing withaLyons whelpe, 
 Than withan old one dying, 
 eft. Moone and Starres, 
 Whip him : wert twenty of the greateft Tributaries 
 That doe acknowledge C4/ar,(hould I finde them 
 | So fawcy with the hand of fhe here whats her name 
 Since fhe was Cleopatra ? Whip him Fellowes, 
 Tilllikea Boy you fee him crindge his face, 
 And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. 
 Thid, (Marke Anthony. 
 e4nt, Tugge him away : being whipt, 
 Bring him againe,the facke of Ce/ars thall 
 Beare us an arrant to him. * Exennt with Thidias, 
 You were halfe blafted'ereT knew you: Ha? 
 Have I my pillow left unpreftin Rome, 
 Forborne the getting of a law fall Race, 
 And bya Iem of Womien,to beabufde 
 By one that lookes on Feeders 2 
 Cleo, Good my Lord. 
 An, Youhave becnea bogeeler ever, 
 But when we in our viciou{neile grew hard 
 (Oh mifery ont )the wife godsfecle our eyes 
 In our owne filth,drop our cleere judgements,make us 
 Adore our errours,laugh ats while we ftrut 
 To our confufion. 
 Cleo, Oh, ist come to this? 
 Ast, 1 found you asa Morfell,cold upon 
 Dead Ce/ars Trencher : Nay,you were a Fragment 
 Of Cueins Pomspeyes,befides what hotter houres 
 Vnregiftred in vulgar Fame, you have 
 Luxurioufly pickt ont. For I am fure; 
 Though you can guefie what Temperance flhould be; 
 You know not'what it ts. 
 
 Cleo. Wherefore is this? 
 
 Ant. Tolet a Fellow that willtake rewards, , 
 And fay ;God quit you,be familiar with 
 
 My play-fellow,your hand ; this Kingly Seale, 
 
 And plighter of high hearts. O that I were 
 
 Vponthe-HillofBafan;to out-roare 
 
 The horned Heard, for I have Savage caule 
 
 And to proclaime it civilly, were like : 2 
 aaa rae 
 
 tr7t 
 
 W hat art thou 
 (Fellow ? 
 
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 The Tragedy of 
 
 A halter’d necke,which does the Hangman thanke, 
 For being yare about him. Is he whipt? 
 Enter a Servant with Thidia, 
 Ser. Scundly my Lord. 
 eAnt. Cryed he? and begg’da Pardon ? 
 Ser. He did aske favour. res 
 Ant. Vf that thy father live,let him repent 
 Thou waft not made his daughter,and be thou forry 
 To follow Ceé/ar in his triumph,fince ) 
 Thou haft been whipt. For following him, henceforth 
 The white hand ofa Lady Feaver thee, 
 Shake tolookeon’t, Gettheebacketo Cefar, 
 Tell him thy entertainment : looke thou fay 
 He makes me angry with him. For hefeemes 
 Proud and difdainfull,harping on what Iam, 
 Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry; 
 Andat this time moft eafie tis to doot : . 
 When my good ftarres,that were my former guides 
 Have empty left their Orbes,and fhot their Fires 
 Into the Abifme of Hell. Ifhe miflike, 
 My {peech,and what is done,tell him he has 
 Hiparchus my enfranched Bondman,whom 
 He may at pleafure whip.or hang,or torture, 
 Ashe fhallliketoquitme. Vrgeitthou: 
 Hence with thy ftripes,be gone. Eset Thid. 
 Cleo, Have you done yet? 
 Ant. Alacke our Terene Moone is now Eclipft. 
 And it portends alone the fall of eAnthonye 
 Cleo. EF mult ftay his time? 
 Ant, To flatter Ce/ar,would you mingle eyes 
 With one that tyes his poynts, 
 (leo, Not know me yet ? 
 ent. Cold-hearted toward me ? 
 (leo. Ah (Deere)if I be fo, 
 From mi cold heart,letheaven ingender haile, 
 And poyfon it inthe fourfe,and the firft ftone 
 Drop in my necke : as it determines fo 
 Diffolve my life,he next Cefarisnimile, 
 Till by degrees the memory of my wombe, 
 Together with my brave Egyptians all, 
 By the difcandering of this pelletted {torme, 
 Lye graveleffe,till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle 
 Have buried them for prey. 
 Ant. 1am {atisfied : 
 Cefar fers downe in Alexandria, where 
 I will oppofe his Fate. Our force by land, 
 Hath nobly held,and fever’d Navy too 
 Have knit againe,and Fleet,threatning moft Sea-like. 
 Where haft thou beene my heart ? Doft thou heare Lady? 
 It from the field I fhall returne once more 
 To kifle thefe lips,1 vvill appeare in blood, 
 I,and my Sword, will earne my Chronicle, 
 Theres hope in’t yet. 
 Clee. Thats my brave Lord. 
 Ant. I willbe trebble-finewed,hearted,breath’d, 
 And fight malicioufly : for when mine houres 
 Were niceand lucky,men did ranfome lives 
 Of me for jefts : but now,lie fet my teeth, — 
 And fend to darkneffe all that ftop me. Come, 
 Lets have one other gawdy night : Callto me 
 Ailmy fad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more s 
 Lets mocke the midnight Bell. 
 Cleo. Itis my Birth-day, s 
 I had thought Phave heldir poore. But fince my Lord 
 Is Anthony againe,| willbe (Zeopatra. ; 
 Ant. Wewill yetdoe well. 
 
 _ That to morrow,the laft of many Battailes 
 
 | And Kings havebeene your fellowese = 
 
 | Sogoodas'you have donc. 
 
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 Cleo. Callall his Noble Captaines to my 
 
 Ant. Doe fo,wee'l {peake i them, ie 
 And to night Ile force 
 The Wine peepe through their skarres. 
 Come on (my Queene ) 
 Theres fap in’t yet. The next time I doe fight 
 Ile make deathlove me: for I will contend 
 Even with his peftilent Sythe Exeunt, 
 
 Ensb, Now he’lout-ftare the Lightning , to be faiiges 
 
 Isto be frighted out of feare,and in that moode 
 The Dove wiil pecke the Eftridge ;and 1 fee ftill 
 A diminution in our Captaines braine, 
 Reftores his heart ; when valour prayes inreafon, 
 Iteates the Sword it fights with: J will feeke f 
 Some way to leave him. , Exeust, 
 
 Emer Cafar,Agrippa,axd Mecenas with hw Army, 
 
 Cé/ar reading a Letter, ' 
 
 Czf. He cals me Boy,and chides as he had power 
 To beat me out of Egypt. My Meflenger 
 He hath whipt with Rods,dares me to perfonall Combat. 
 Cafar to e4uthony :\et the old Ruffian know, 
 have many other wayesto dye : meane time 
 
 Laugh atthis Challenge. a 
 
 Meee. (tfar mutt thinke, x 
 When one fo great begins to rage,he’s hunted * 
 Evento falling. Give him nobreath,but now ; 
 
 Make boor of his diftraGion : Never anger 
 Made good guard for it felfe. 
 Ce. Let our beft heads know, 
 
 We-meane to fight. Within our Files thereare, 
 Of thofe that ferv’d A¢arke Anthony but late, 
 Enough to fetch him in. See ir done, 
 
 And feaft the Army, we have ftore to doo't, 
 
 And they have earn’d the wafte. Poore Anthony. Exennt. 
 
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 Enter Anthony and Cleoparra,Enobarbws Charman, 
 IraseAlexas,with others, 
 
 Ant. He will not fight with me,D omitian ; 
 
 Exob. No? 
 
 Ant. Why fhonld he not? 
 
 Eno,He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, |, 
 He istwenty men to one. 
 
 Ant, To morrow Suuldier, 
 By Sea and Land Ile fight : or I will live, 
 Or bathe my dying honour 1n the blood, 
 Shall make itlive againe, Woo’t thou fight welle 
 
 Enob, Ke ftrike,and cry, take all. 
 
 Axt, Well{aid,comeon : 
 Call forth my houfhold fervants,lets to night 
 
 : Enter three or fowre Servitowrs: 
 
 Be bounteous at our Meale. Give me thy hand; 
 Thou haft been rightly honeft,fo haft thou, 
 Thou,and thou, and thou : you have ferv’d me well, 
 
 Cleo. What meanes this? oF 
 En. Tis one of thofe odde tricks which forrow fhoots | 
 
 Out of the mind, { 
 eur, And thowart honeft too : 
 
 I with I could be made fo many men, 
 
 ‘ And all of you clapt up together, in 
 
 Ain Anthony * that I might doc youfervice,’ 
 
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 mnes, The godsforbid, 
 
 Ant. Well,my good Fellowes;wait on meto night : 
 Scant not my Cups,and make as much of me 
 As when mine Empire was your Fellow too, 
 And {uffered my command. 
 
 (%ee.. What does he meane ? 
 
 Eno, To make his Followers weepe. 
 
 Ast. Tend meto night ; 
 May be it is the period of your duty, 
 Haply you fhall not fee me more,or if, 
 A mangled {hadow. Perchanceto morrow, 
 You'l ferve another Mafter. I looke on you, 
 As onethat takes hisleave.. Mine honett Friends, 
 I turne you not away,butlike a Mafter 
 Married to your good fervice,ftay till death : 
 Tend me to night two houres,I askeno more, 
 And the gods yeeld you for’t, 
 
 Env. What meane you (fir) 
 Togive them this difcomfort ? Looke,you weepe, 
 And J an Afig,am Onion-ey’d ; for fhame, 
 Transforme us not to women, 
 
 ent. Ho,ho,ho : 
 
 Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus. 
 Grace grow where thofe drops fall (my hearty Friends) 
 You take me a too dolorousa fenfe, 
 For I {pake to you for your comfort.did defire you 
 To burne this night with Torches ; know (my hearts) 
 I hope well of to morrow,and will lead you, 
 Where rather Ile expect victorious life, 
 Then death,and Honour. Lets to Supper,come, 
 And drowne confideration. Exeunt, 
 
 Enter a company of Souldiers, 
 
 1 Se/, Brother,good night : to morrow isthe day. 
 42Sel, It will determine one way : Fare you well, 
 Heard you of nothing ftrange about the ftreets. 
 
 1 Nothing: what newes? 5 
 2 Beliketis buta Rumour,good night to you- 
 x Well fir,good nights 
 
 They meet with other Sonlasers. 
 2 Souldiers have carefull Watch. 
 
 x And you : Goodnight;goodnight. 
 
 They place them{elvesinevery corner of the Stage. 
 
 2 Here we.andifto morrow 
 Our Navy thrive,! have an abfolure hope 
 Our Landmen will ftand up. ; 
 
 1 Tisa brave Army,and full of purpofe. 
 
 CMuficke of the Hoboyes #s under the Stage. 
 
 2 Peace, what noyfe? 
 
 1 Lift litt. 
 
 2 Hearke. © 
 
 x Maficke i’ch’Ayres 
 
 '3 Vndertheearth. — , 
 
 It fignes well,doesit not ? 
 
 3 No. nae 
 
 1 Peace I fay : What fhould this meane? 
 
 2 Tis the god Heren/es, whom Anthony loved, 
 
 leaves him. 
 
 cag lectett fee if other Watchmen 
 veare What we doe ? 
 
 vee aoe now Matters ? | Speake to gether. 
 
 Omnes, How now ? how now ? doe you heare this? 
 
 sist not ftrange ? ; 
 
 ; Boa you ia Mafters ? Doe you heare? 
 
 1 Follow the noyfe fo farre as we have quarter. 
 
 Lets fee how it will give off. 
 
 Omnes. Content : Tis ftrange, Exenst, 
 
 Exter Anthony and (seopatra,with orbers. 
 
 Ant, Eros,mine Armour Eros, 
 | Cleo, Sleepe alictle. 
 Ant. No my Chucke, Eros.come mine Armour Eros, 
 Enter Evos. 
 | Come good Fellow, put thine fron on, 
 | If Fortune be not ours'to day,it is 
 Becaufe we brave her: Come. 
 Cleo. Nay,Tle helpe too, Anthony: 
 Whats this for ? Ah, let be,let be,thou art 
 | The Armourer of my heart: Falfe,falfe : This,this, 
 Sooth-law Ile helpe : Thusit muaftbe. 
 Ant, Well,well,we thall thrive now. 
 Seeft chou my good Fellow. Goe,put on thy defences, 
 Eros, Briefly fir. 
 Cleo. Is not this buckled well? 
 Ant, Rarely,rarely : 
 He that unbuckiles this,till we doe pleafe 
 To doft for our repofe,thall hearea ftorme. 
 Thou fumbleft Eros,and my Queenes a Syuise 
 More tight at this : Difpatch. O Love, 
 That thou couidit fee my warrestoday,and knew’ ft 
 The Royall Occupation,thou fhouldit fee 
 A workeman in’t. ¢ 
 Enter an armed fouldser. 
 Good morrow to thee, welcome, 
 Thou lookft like him thatknowesa warlike charge: 
 To bufineffe that we'love,we rife betime, 
 Aud goe too’t withdeélight. 
 Sox#l, Athonfand Sir, early though’t be, have on their 
 Riverted trim,and at the Port expeét you. Showt. 
 Trampets flourif, 
 Enter Captaines and Souldiers. 
 Alex, The Morne is faire: Good: morrow Generail, 
 All, Good morrow Generall, 
 ent. Tis well blowne Lad; 
 This morning like the {pirit ofa youth 
 That meanes to be of note,begins betimes. 
 So,fo: Come give me that,what cre becomes of me, 
 Fare thee well Dame,what ere become of mee, 
 This is a Souidicrs kiffé : rebukeable, 
 A3zd worthy fhaiwnefull checke it were,to ftand 
 On more Mechanicke Complement, He leavetheey 
 Now like a man of Steele,you that will fight, 
 Follow meclofe,Ile bring you too’t: Adieu. 
 Char, Pleate you retyre to your Chamber 9 
 Cleo, Lead me: 
 He goes forth gallantly : that heand Cz/ar might 
 Determine this great Warren fingle fight; 
 Then Axthony ; but now, Well on. 
 
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 Excunt, 
 
 Excunt, 
 
 | Trumpet found. Enter A: nthony and Ercs, 
 
 éros, The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony, 
 Ant, Would thou,and thofe thy {caries had once pre- 
 To make me fight at Land. (vaild 
 Eres. Hadft thou done fo, : 
 The Kings that have revolted,and the Souldier 
 That has this morning Jeft thee, would have ftill 
 Followed thy heeles. 
 Axt, Who's gone this morning ? 
 Eros. Who?ong ever neere thee,call for Enebarbrs, 
 
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 He {halt not hearethee, or from Cefars Campe, 
 Say I am none of thine. 
 . Ant. What fayeft thou ¢ 
 Sold. Sir he is with ( 4/ar. he. 
 Eros. Sir, his Chefts and Treafure he has not with him. 
 Ant. Ishe gone? 
 Sol. Moft certaine. 
 Ant. Goe Eros, fend his Treafure after, doe it, 
 Detaineno jot | charge thee: writeto him, 
 (I will fubfcribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: 
 Say, that I with he never find more caufe 
 To change a Matter. Oh my fortunes have 
 Corrupted honeft men. Difpatch Eras, Exit. 
 Enter Agripp4, Cafar, with Enobarbus, 
 and Dollabella. 
 
 Caf, Goe forth Agrippa, and begin the fight : 
 Our will is Anthony be tookealive : 
 Make it fo knowne. 
 
 eA grip. Cafar,t fhali. 
 | Cef. Thetime of univerfall peace is neere » 
 
 Prove thisa profp’rons day, the three nook’d world 
 Shall beare the Olive freely. 
 
 Enter a Meffenger, 
 
 Mef.. Anthony iscome into the field. 
 
 Caf. Goe charge Agrippa, — 
 Plant thofe that have revolted in the Van, 
 That efnthony may feemete {pend his Fury 
 Vpon himfelfe. 
 
 Enob, Alexa did revolt, and wentto Jewry on 
 Affaires of Anthony:there cid difiwade 
 Great Herod to incline himfelfe to Ca/ar, 
 And leave his Mafter.Aatbony. For this paines, 
 Cafar hath hang’d him. : Camidins and the reft 
 That fell away, have entertaiment, but 
 No honorable traft : I have doneill; 
 Of which Ldocaccufe my felfe fo forely, 
 That I will joy no moree 
 
 Enter a Soldier of Cafarss 
 
 Sol. Enobarbus, Authony ; 
 Hath after thee fent all thy Treafure, with 
 His Bounty over-plus.. The Meflenger 
 Came on my guard, and atthy Tentis now 
 Vnloading of his Mules. 
 ' Eno. 1 giveit you. 
 
 Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus, 
 I tell you true: Beit you faf tthe bringer 
 Out of che haoft, 1 matt attend mine Ortice, 
 Or would have done’t my felfe. Your Emperor 
 Continues ftilia Iove. 
 
 Enob, Lam alone the Villaine of the earth, 
 And feele 1am fo molt. Oh e~ mthony, 
 Thon Mine of bounty, how wouldft thou have payed 
 My better fervice, when my turpitude 
 Thou doft fo Crowne withGold. This blowes my heart 
 If (wiftrhought breake it not : a fwifted meane 
 Shall out-ftrike thought,but thought will doo’t. I feele 
 1 fight againftthee: No I willgoefecke 
 Some Ditch, where to dye : the foulft bett fits 
 My latter part of life. 
 
 Exceunt. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Exit. 
 Alarum, Drummes and Trampets. 
 Enter Agrippas 
 Agrip. Retire, we have engag'd our felves too farre : 
 Cefar hifelfe has worke, and our oppreffion 
 
 ’ Exceeds what we expected. Exit, 
 
 eAlarums. 
 Enter Anthony, and Scarus wounded. 
 
 Scar, O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed, 
 Had we done foar firft, we had droven them home 
 With clowts abont their head. Farre off. 
 
 Ant. Thou bleedft apace. 
 
 Sear. { hada wound heere that waslike aT, 
 
 But now tis made an H« 
 
 Ant, They doe retyres 
 
 Scar. Well beat em into Bench-holes, 1 have yet 
 Roome for fix feotches more. 
 
 Enter Eres. 
 
 Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our advantage ferves 
 Fora faire victory. 
 
 Scar, Let us {core their backes, 
 
 And foatch em up, as we take Hares behind, 
 Tis {port to maula Runner. 
 
 Art, I will reward thee 
 Once for thy {prightly comfort, ahd ten-fold 
 For thy good valour. Come thee on- 
 
 Scar. lle halt after. Exennte 
 Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in aMareb, 
 
 Scarus, with ether. 
 
 Ant, We have beate him to his Campe : Runneone 
 Before,and let the Queen know of our guefts:to morrow 
 Before the Sun fhall tees, we'll {pillthe blood 
 That has today efcap’d. I thankeyou all, 
 
 For doughty handed are you, and have fought 
 Notas you ferv’d the Canfe, but as’t had beene 
 Each mans like miné : you have fhewne all Heélors, 
 Enter the Citty, clip your Wives, your friends, 
 Tellthem your feats, whilft they with joyfull reares 
 Wath the congealement from your wounds, atid kifle 
 The hononr'd-gafhes whole 
 Enter ( leopatras 
 
 Give me thy hand, 
 Tothis great Faiery , Ile commend thy acts, 
 Make herthankes bleffe thee. Oh thon day o'th’world, 
 Chaine minearm’d necke, leape thou, Attyre andall 
 Through proofe of Harnefle to my part, and there 
 Ride on the pants triumphing. 
 
 Cleo. Lord of Lords, 
 Oh infinite V crtue, comm’ ft thou fmiling from ~ 
 The worlds great fnare uncaught. 
 
 ent. My Nightingale, 
 We have beate them to their Beds. 
 Whar Gyrle, though gray 
 Do fomething mingle with our yonger browne,yet ha we 
 A braine that nourifhes our Nerves, and can 
 Get gole for gole of youth. Beholdthis man, 
 Commend unto his Lippes thy favouring hand, 
 Kiffe ir my Warriour : He hath foughtto day, 
 As ifa god in hate of Mankind, had 
 Deftroyedin fucha fhape- 
 
 Cleo. Se give thee friend 
 An Armour all of gold : it was a Kings. 
 
 Ast. He has deferv’d'is, were it Carbunkled 
 Like holy Phoebus Carre, Give me thy hand, 
 Through Alexandria make a jolly March, 
 Beare our hackt Targets, like the menthat owe them, 
 Had our great Palace the capacity © . 
 To Campe this hoaft, we all would fap togethers 
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 With brazen dinne blaft you the Citties care, 
 Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines, 
 
 That heaven and earth may ftrike their founds together, 
 Exeunt, 
 
 Applanding out approach. 
 Enter a (entery, and bis Company, Enobarbus followes, 
 
 Cent. lf we be not reliev’d within this houre, 
 We mutt returne to’th’Court of Guard : the night 
 Is fhiny, and they fay, we fhallembattaile —~ 
 By'th’fecond houre ith’Morne. 
 1 Watch. This lait day wasa (hrew’d one to's 
 Enob, Oh beare me witnefle night, 
 2 What manis this? 
 I Stand clofe; and lift him. 
 Enob, Be witnefle to me (O thon bleffed Moone) 
 When men revolted fhall upon Record 
 Beare hatefull memory : poore Enobarbus did 
 Before thy facerepent. 
 Cent. Enobarbus 2 
 2° Peace : hearke further. 
 Enob. Oh Soveraigne Miftris of true Melancholly; 
 The poyfonous dampe of night difpunge upon me, 
 That life, a very Rebeil to my will, 
 May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart 
 Againft the flintand hardneffe of my faalt, 
 Which being dryed with griefe, will breaketo. powder, 
 Aad finifh ail foule thoughts, Oh Autbeny, 
 Nobler then my revolt is infamous, 
 Forgiveme in thine owne particular, 
 But let the world ranke me in Regifter 
 A Matter leaver, anda fugitive : 
 Oh e4athony | Oh Authony ! 
 1 Lets {peake to him. 
 Cent. Lets heare him, for the things he fpeakes 
 May concerne Cafar. 
 2 Lets doe fo, but he fleepes, : 
 (ent. Swoonds rather, for fo bad.a Prayer as his 
 Was never yet for fleepe- 
 1 Goe wetohim, 
 2 Awake fir, awake; fpeake to us. 
 1 Heare you fir? + 
 Cent. The hand of death hath raught him. 
 Drummes afarre off. 
 Hearke how the Drummes demurely wake the fleepers : 
 Let us beare him to’th’ Court of Guard : he is of note 
 Our houre is fully out. 
 2 Come on then, he may recover yet. Excnnt. 
 jEnter oAnthony, and Scarus, with thesr Army. 
 Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea, 
 We pleafethem not by Land. 
 Scar. For both, my Lord. ; sat 
 Ant. I would they’ld fight ith’Fire, or ith Ayre, 
 Wee'id fight there too. But this itis, our Foote 
 Vpon the hilles adjoyping tothe Citty 
 Shall fay with bse ee for Seais given, 
 They have put forth the haven : 
 Where in appointment we may beft difcover, 
 
 And looke en their endevour: Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Cafar, andbis Army. 
 Caf But being charg’d, we will be ftill by Land, 
 Which as ['tak’t we fhall, for his beft force 
 Is forth ro Man his Gallies. To the Vales, 
 
 eA nthony an Cleopatra. 
 
 And hold our beft advaniage. 
 
 Enter eAnthony, and Scarus. 
 Ant. Yetthey are not joyn’d: 
 Where yond Pine does ftand, I fhall difcover all, 
 
 Ile bring thee word ftraight, bow tis like to goe. Exit. 
 
 Scar. Swallowes have bnile 
 In Cleepatra’s Sailes their nefts. The Auguries 
 Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly, 
 And dare not fpeake their knowledge. Anthony, 
 Is valiant, and dejected, and by {tarts 
 His fretted Fortunes give him hopeand feare 
 Of what he has, and has not. 
 
 Enter eAnthony, 
 
 Ant. All isloft: 
 This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me: 
 My fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder, 
 They caft their Caps'up, and Carowfe together 
 
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 Exewnt. 
 etlarum afarre of, as at a Sea-fight. 
 
 Like friends long loft. Triple-turn’d Whore, tis thou 
 
 Hatt fold me to this Novice, and my heart 
 Makesonely Warres on thee. Bid themal] flye s 
 For when lam reveng’d npon my Charme, 
 
 I have doneall. Bid chemall flye, be gone. 
 
 Oh Sunne, thy uprife thall I fee no more, 
 Fortune, and Anthony part heere, even heere 
 
 Doe we fhake hands? All come tothis ? The hearts 
 That pannelled me at heels, to whom I gave 
 Their wifhes, doe dif Candy, melt their fweets 
 On bloffoming Ce/far : and this Pine is barkt, 
 That over-topd them all. Betray’d Jam. 
 
 Oh this falfe Soule of Egypt /chis grave Charme,' 
 
 Whole eye beck’d forth my Wars,and cal’d them home: 
 
 W hofe bofome was my Crownet, my chiefe end, 
 Likea right Gypfie, hath at fa% and loofe 
 Beguild me, to the very heart of lofie, 
 What Eros, Eros ? 
 Enter Cleop stra. 
 
 Ah, thon Spell | Avaunt. 
 
 Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag’d againft his Love? 
 
 Ant. Vanish, or I thall give thee thy deferving, 
 And blemith Ca/ars Triumph. Let him take thee, 
 And hoift thee up to th’fhouting Plebeians, 
 
 j Follow his Chariot, like the greatct {pot 
 
 Ofallthy Sex. Moft Montter-like be fhewne 
 Forpoor’{t Diminutiues, for Dolts, and let 
 Patient Oavia, plough thy vifage up 
 With her prepared hailes, 
 
 Tis well th’art gone, 
 
 If itbe welltolive. But better twere 
 Thou fellft into my fury, for one death 
 Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa? 
 The fhirt of 2Qe/f4s is upon me, teach me 
 Alcdes, thou mine Anceftor, thy rage. 
 Let me lodge Licas onthe hornes oth Moone, 
 
 And with thofe hands that grafpt the heayieft Club, 
 Subdue my wortbieft felfe : che Witch hall dye; 
 
 To the young Roman Boy the hath fold me; and I fall 
 Vnder this plot : fhedyes for't.. Eros hoa? 
 
 Emer Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Atardian. 
 
 Cleo. Helpe me my woman: Ohhe is more mad 
 Then 7e/amon for his Shield, the Boare ut Theflaly 
 Was never foimboft. : 
 
 Char. To th’Monument, there locke your felfe, 
 And fend him word you are dead : 
 
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 T jve not more in parting | Marreswhat it does: yea, very force entangles 
 atest? es It felfe with ftrength : Seale then and all is done. 
 Cleo, To'th’Monument + Eres? Lcomemy Queene, Eros? Say forme, 
 (Mardian, goe tell bim 1 have flaine my {elfe « Where Soules doe couch on Fiowers,we'll hand in hand, 
 Say, that the laft I {poke was Anthony, And with our {prightly Port make the Ghoftes gaze 
 Andword it (prethee ) pitteonfly. Hence Maraiat, Dido, and her eAneas {hall want Troopes, 
 And bring me how he takes my death to th’Monument. | Andali the haunt be ours. Come €ras, Eross 
 
 Excunt, Enter Erose 
 
 Enter Anthony, and Eros Eros. What would my Lord? 
 
 Anth, Eres, thou yet beholdft me ? etut. Since { leopatra dyed, | 
 
 Eras. I Noble Lord. I have liv’d in {uch difhonor, that the gods 
 
 ent. Sometime we feea clowd thats Dragonifh, Deteft my bafenefle. I, that with my Sword, 
 A vapour fometime, like a Beare, or Lyons Quarter’d the World, and ore greene Neptunes backe 
 Atoward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke, With Ships, made Citties $ condemne my felfe, to lacke 
 ‘A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontory The Courage ofa Woman, leffe Noble minde 
 With Trees upon’ty that nodde unto the world, Then fhe which by her death, our Ca/ar telles 
 And mocke our eyes with Ays¢- Tam Conqueror of my feife. Thou att {worne Eres 
 Thou hatt feene thefe fignes, That when the exigent Should come, which now 
 They are blacke Vefpers Pageants: Is come indeed : When I fhould fee behind me 
 
 Th’inevitable profecution of difgrace and horror; 
 
 Eros, Imy Lord. 
 
 Ant. That which is now a hor(e, even witha thought That on my command, thou then wouldft kill mee 
 
 Doo't,the time is come : thou Rrikft not me; 
 
 the Racke diflimes, and makes it indiftinét : 
 Aswater is in waters Tis Céfar thoudefeat't. Put eoloar inmy cheekes 
 Eros. It does my Lord. Evose The gods with-hold me, 
 Ant. My good Knave Eros, now thy Captaine is Shall] doethat which allthe Parthian Darts, 
 Even fuch a body : heere I am «4nthony, (Though Enemy) loftayme, and couldnot, 
 Yet cannot hold this vifible thape (my Knave) Ant. Eros, 
 I made thefe warres for Beypt. and the Queene, Wouldt thou be window’d in great Rome; and fee 
 Whofe heart I thought I had, for fhe had mine = Thy Mafter thus with pleacht Armess bending downe 
 Which whilft it was mine, had annext unto’t His corrigible necke, his face {ubdu’de 
 A Million moe, (now loft:) the Eros has To penetrative fhame ; whilft the wheeld feate 
 Packt Cards with Ce/ars, and falfe plaid my Glory Of fortunate (4/ar drawne before him, branded 
 
 Vntoan Enemies triumph. His bafeneffe that enfued. 
 Eros. I would not fee't. 
 
 Nay, weepe not gentle €ros,there is left us ; - 
 Our {elves to end our felves. ‘An. Come then : for with a wound I muft be cur d. 
 Draw that thy honeft Sword which thou haft worne — 
 
 Enter Mardiax. 
 Oh thy vilde Lady, fhe has rob’d me of my Sword, Moft ufefull for thy Country. 
 Mar. No eAnthony, Eros. Oh fir, pardon me. 
 My Miltris lov’d thee, and her Fortunes mingled e Aut, When I did make thee free, {worl thou not then 
 With thine intirely. To doe this when I bad thee ? Doe itat once, 
 Ant. Hence fawcy Eunuch peace; fhe hath betraid me | Or thy precedent Services are all 
 
 And fhall dye the death. ; But accidents anpurpos’d, Draw: aud comes 
 Mar. Death of one perfon, can be paide but once, Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance, 
 And that the has difcharg’d. What thou wouldft doe Wherein the worfhip of the whole world lyes- 
 
 Isdone unto thy hand : the laft fhe {pake Ant. Loe thees 
 
 Was Antbony, moft Noble Anthony : Eves. My {word is drawne. 
 Then in the middft atearing grone did breake Ant. Then let itdoeat once 
 
 The name of Anthony: it was divided The thing why thou haft drawne it. 
 Betweene her heart, and lis: the tendred life Eros.. My deere Mailer, 
 
 Thy name fo buried in here My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me fay 
 Ant. Dead then? Before I ftrike this bloody froke, farewell. 
 
 Mar. Dead. Ant, Tis {aid man, and farewell 
 
 e4at. Vnarme Eros, the long dayestaske is done, Erot. Farewell great Chiefe» Shall ftrike now? 
 And we muft fleepe: that thou departit hence fafe Ant. Now Eros. Killes bimflf 
 Does pay thy labour richly + goes Exit Mardias, | _ Eros. Why therethen: 
 Oh, plucke of, Thus I doe efcape the forrow of Anthonies dcath> 
 The feven-fold fhield of e4jax cannot keepe Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my felfe, 
 "The battery from my heart. Oh cleavemy fides. Thou teacheft me: Oh valiant Eras, what 
 Heart, once be {tronger then thy Continent, I fhould, and thou couldft not, my Queene and Eres 
 Cracke.thy fraile Cafe. Apace Eros,apace: - Have by their brave inftruction got upon me 
 No morea Souldier : bruifed pecces goc, A Nobleneffein Record, But I willbe 
 You have bin Nobiy borne. Fromme awhile.€-cat Eros. | A Bride-groome in my death, and run into’ 
 I will ore-take thee Cleopatra,and As toa Loversbed. Come then, and Eres 
 Weepe for my pardon, Soit mutt be, fornow - Thy Matter dyes thy Scholler : todoe thus 
 Alllength is Torture : fince the Torchisout, = I learnt of thee. How, not dead 2 not dead? 
 
 | Lye downe and {tray no farther. Now all labour The Guard, how ? oh difpatch me. 
 Enter 
 
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 Entera Guarda, 
 1 Guard. Whats the noife ? 
 Ant. I have done my worke ill friends ; 
 Oh make an end of what | have begun. 
 2 The Starre is falne. 
 1 And time isat his Period. 
 e4il, Alas,and woe. 
 Ant. Let him that loves me, ftrike me dead. 
 I NotI. 
 2 Nor I. 
 3 Norany one. i Exeunt, 
 Decre. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers flye 
 This fword but fhewne to Cz/ar with this tydings, 
 Shall enter me with him. 
 Enter Diomedes: 
 Dio. Wheres Anthony ? 
 Decre. There Diomed there. 
 Diom. Lives he : wilt thou not anfwer man ? 
 Ant. Art thouthere Diemed ? 
 Draw thy fword, and give me, 
 Suificing ftrokes for death. 4 
 ‘Dio. Moft abfolute Lord: 
 My Miftris Cleopatra {ent me to thee. 
 An?. Wien did thee fend thee ? 
 Diom. Now my Lord. 
 Ant. Whereis fhe? (feare 
 Diom. Lockt in her Monument:fhe had a Prophefying 
 Of what hath come to paffe : for when fhe faw 
 (Which never fhall’be found) you did fufpect 
 She had difpos’d with Cefar, and that your rage 
 Would not be purg’d, the fent you word fhe was dead : 
 But fearing fince how it might worke, hath {ent 
 Metoprociaine the truth, and Lani come 
 Idread, too late. 
 Ant. Toolate good Diomed :call miy Guard I prethee, 
 Dio, What hoa : the Emperors Guard. 
 The Guard, what hoa ? Come, your Lord calles. 
 Enter 4 or 5 of the Gnard of «Anthony. 
 eAnt. Beare me good Friends were Cleopatra bides, 
 Tis the laft feevice that I thal! command you: 
 1 Woe, woe are we fir you may not live to weare 
 All your true Followers out. 
 All.. Molt heavy days : 
 e4ut. Nay good my fellowes,doe not pleate fharp fate 
 Tograce it with your forrowes. Bidthat welcome 
 Which comes to punifhus, and we punifh it 
 Seeming to beareit lightly: Take meup, | 
 I haveled you oft, carry me now good friends, 
 And havemy thankesforall,  Exewnt bearing Anthony, 
 
 Law Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with 
 Cha: mian, and Iras, 
 
 (leo. Oh Charmian,t will never goe from hences 
 
 Char. Be comforted deere Madam. 
 
 Clea. No, I will not: 
 All ftrange and terrible events are welcome, 
 But comforts we defpife; onr fize of forrow 
 Proportion’d to our caute, mutt be as great 
 As that which makes it. 
 Enter Diomed, 
 How now ?is he dead ? 
 
 Diom. His deaths upon him, but not dead. 
 Looke out oth other fide your Monument, 
 His Guard have brought him hither- 
 
 Enter Anthony, andthe Guard. 
 
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 eA nthony and Cleopatra. 333 
 
 Cleo. Oh Sunne, : 
 Burne the great Sphere thon mou’ft in, darkling ftand 
 The varrying fhore oth’world:O Antony, Antony, Antony 
 Helpe (barman, helpe /ras heipe: helpe f iends 
 Below, lets draw him hither, 
 
 ent. Peace, 
 
 Not Ce/ars Valour ath orethrowne Anchony, 
 But #4 »thome, hath Triumpht on irfelfe, 
 
 Co. So it {hould be, 
 
 That none but «4athony fhould conquer e4nrhony, 
 But woe tis fo. 
 
 Ant. 1am dying Egypt, dying : onely 
 I heere importune death a-while; untill 
 Of many thoufand kiffes the poore laft 
 I lay upon thy lippes. 
 
 Cleo. I dare not Deere, 
 Deere my Lord pardon: 1 dare not, 
 Left I be taken : not th’ imperious fhew 
 OF the full-fortun’d ¢ 4/ar,ever thal 
 Be brooch’d with me, if Knife, Dragges, Serpents have 
 Edge, fting, or operation, Iam fafe: 
 Your Wife Od ava, with her modeft eyes, 
 And ftill conclufion, fhall acquireno honor 
 Demuring upon me : but, come, come Anthony, 
 Helpe me my women, we mutt draw thee up + 
 Amit good friends. 
 
 Ant, Oh quicke, or 1am gone, 
 
 Cleo, Heeres {port indeed : 
 How heavy weighes my Lord? 
 Our ftrength is all gone into heavineffe, 
 That makes the waight. Had I great:/#no’s power, 
 The ftrong wing’d Mercury fhouid fetch chee up, 
 And fer thee by loves fide. Yet comea little, 
 Withers were ever Fooles. Ohcome, come, come. 
 
 They heave Anthony aloft to Cleopatra. 
 
 And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou haftuv'd;, 
 Quicken with kiffing : had my lippes that power ; 
 Thus would I weare them out. 
 
 All. Aheavy fight, 
 
 eft. Lam dying Egypt, dying. 
 Give me fome Wine, aud let me fpeakea little. 
 
 (7eo. No, let me {peake, and let me rayle fo hye, 
 That the falfe Hufwife Fortune,breake her Wheele, 
 Provok’d by my offence. 
 
 Ant, One word ({weet Queene) 
 
 Of Cefar feeke your honor, with your fafety. Ohs 
 
 Cleo, They doe not goe together. 
 
 Ant. Gentle heare me, 
 
 None about Ce/far truft, but Proculesus. 
 
 Cleo, My Refolution, and my hands, Ile traf, 
 None about (¢#/ar. 
 
 Ants. The miferable change now at my end, 
 Lament nor forrow at : but pleafe your thoughts 
 In feeding them with thofe my former | ortunes 
 Wherein I ved. The greateft Prince oth worid, 
 The Nobleft : and doe now not bafely dye, 
 Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to 
 My Countryman. A Roman, bya Roman 
 Valiantly vanquifh’d. Now my fpiritis going, 
 I can no more. 
 
 Cleo. Nobleft of'men, woo't dye?” 
 Haft thowno care of me, fhall I abide 
 In this dull world, which in thy abfence is 
 No better thena Stye 2 Oh feemy women - 
 The Crowne oth earth doth melt. My Lord? 
 Oh wither’d isthe Garland ofthe Warre, 
 
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 The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles 
 Are levell now with men: The oddes is gone 
 And there is nothing left remarkeable 
 Beneath the vifiting Moone. 
 
 Char. Oh quitneffe, Lady. : 
 
 Ira. Shes deadteo, our Soveraigne. 
 
 Char. Lady. 
 
 ras, Madam. 
 
 Char, Oh Madam, Madam, Madam. 
 
 Iras. Royall Egypt : Empreffe. 
 
 Char. Peace, peace, /ras. 
 
 4eo, No more but ina Woman, and commanded 
 
 By fuch poore paffion, as the Maid that Milkes, 
 And does the meaneft chares. It were for me, 
 To throw my Scepter at the injurious gods, 
 To tell chem that this World did equall theirs, 
 Till they had ftolne our Jewell. Alls but naught : 
 Patience is fottith, and impatience does 
 Become a Dogge thats mad : then is it finne, 
 Toruth into the fecret houft of death, 
 Ere death dare come tous? How doe you Women? 
 What, what good cheere ? Why how now Charmsian ? 
 My Noble Gyrles ? Ah women, women! Looke 
 Oar Lampe is {pent, its out. Good firs, take heart, 
 Wee'll bury him : And then, whats brave, what Noble, 
 Lets doo’t after the high Roman fafhion, 
 
 And make death proud totake us. Come, away, s 
 
 This cafe of that huge Spirit now is cold. 
 Ahwomen, women! Come, we have no friend 
 - But Refolution, and rhe briefeft end. 
 Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body. 
 
 Enter Cafar, Agrippa ,Dollabella, Menas, with 
 bis ( ounfell of Warre, 
 
 Cefar. Goe to him Delabella, bid him yeeld, 
 Being fo fruftrate, tell him, 
 He mockes the pawfes that he makes. 
 . Dol, Cafar, | thall. 
 Enter Decretas with the [word of Anthony. 
 Cef: Wherefore isthat? and what art thou that dar’ft 
 Appeare thus to us? 
 Dec, Yami call’d Decretas, 
 Marke Anthony 1 {erv'd, who beft was worthy 
 Belt tobe ferv’d : whillt he ftood up, and {poke 
 He was my Matter, and I wore my life 
 To fpend upon his haters. If thou pleafe 
 To take me tothee, as Tas wasto him, 
 lle be to Cefar:ifthou pleafeft not,1 yeild thee up my life. 
 Cafa. What ist thon fay tt ? 
 Dec. 1 fay (Oh Cefar) e4athony is dead. 
 (fa. Thebreaking of fo great a thing, fhould make 
 | Agreater cracke. The round World 
 Should have fhtooke Lyons into civill ftreets, 
 And Cittizens totheirdennes. The death of e4nthony 
 Is not a fingle doome, in the name lay 
 A moity of the world. 
 Dec. He is dead (afar, 
 Not by a publike minifter of Inftice, 
 Nor bya fared Knife, but that felfe-hand 
 Which writ his honor in the Acts itdid, 
 Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it, © 
 Splitted the heart. Thisis his Sword, ee 
 Lrobb’d his wound of it : behold it ftaind 
 With his moft Noble blood. 
 | Cef: Looke youfad friends, 
 
 The gods rebuke me, but it isa Tydings 
 To wath the eyes of Kings. 
 Dol. And {trange itis, 
 That Nature muft compell us to lament 
 Our moft perfifted deeds. 
 Mec. His taints and honors, way equall with him. 
 
 Dela. A Rarer fpirit never , 
 
 Did fteere humanity ; butyougeds will give us 
 Some faults tomake us men. Ce/ar istouch’d. 
 
 (Mec. When fucha {pacious Mirrors fet before him, 
 He needes mutt fee himfelfe. 
 
 Caf, Oh Anthony; dora th 
 I have followed theeto this, but we doe launch 
 Difeafes in our Bodies. I muft perforce 
 Have fhewnete thee fuch a declining day, 
 
 Or looke on thine : we could not ftall together, 
 Inthe whole world, But yetlet me lament 
 With teares asSoveraigne as the blood of hearts, 
 That thou my brother, my Competitor, 
 In top of all defigne ; my Matein Empire, 
 Friend and Companion inthe front of Warre, 
 The Arme of mine owne Body, andthe heart 
 Where mine his thoughts did kindle ; that our Starres 
 Vnreconciliable, fhould divide our equalneffe to this. 
 Heare me good friends, 
 But I will tell you at {ome mecter Seafon, 
 The bufineffe of this man lookes out of him, 
 Wee'll heare him what he fayes. 
 Enter anc Agyptianes 
 Whence are you? é 
 e4£xyp- A poore Egyptian yet, the Queene my Miftris 
 Confin’d in all, fhe has her Monument 
 Of thy intents, defires, inftruction, 
 That the preparedly may frame her felfe ‘ 
 Toth’way fhees fore’d to. 
 Cef- Bid her have good heart, 
 She foone fhall know of us, by fome of ours, 
 How honorable, and how kindly We 
 Determine for her. For Cefar cannot leaveto be ungentle 
 c£gyp. So the gods preferve thee, Exit. 
 
 Caf. Come hither Proculeins, Goeand fay 
 We purpofe her no fhame : give her what comforts 
 The quality of her paffior thall require ; 
 
 Left in her greatneffe, by ome mortull ftroke 
 She doe defeate us. For her life in Rome; 
 Would be eternall in our Triumph: goe, 
 
 And with your {peedieft bring us what fhe fayes, 
 And how yon find ot her, 
 
 Pro. Cafar I fhall. Exit Proculeiut. 
 
 Caf, Galiws, Zoe you along : wheres Dolabella, to {e+ 
 cond Preculeizs ? 
 
 All, Dolabelta. 
 
 Caf, Let him alone : for I remember now 
 How hesimployd ; he fhall in time be ready. 
 Goe with me to my Tent, where you fhallfee 
 How hardly I was drawne into this Warre, - 
 How caltne and gentle I proceeded ftill 
 Inallmy Writings. Goe with me, and fee 
 What I can fhew in this. Exennte 
 
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mar dian. 
 
 Cleo. My defolation does begin to make 
 A better life : Tis paltry tobe Cafar : 
 Not being fortune, hes but fortunes knaves 
 A minilter of her will: andit is great 
 
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 / = Spee: Bisse 
 2S eT a> STESeees 
 
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 To doe that thing thatends all other deeds, 
 Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change ; 
 W hich fleepes, and never pallats more the dung, 
 The beggers Nurfe, and Ce/ars. 
 Enter Proculeius, 
 Pro. (4/ar fends grecting to the Queene of Egypt, 
 And bidsthee ftudy on.what faire demands 
 Thou mean’ {tto have him grant thee. 
 Cleo. Whats thy name ? 
 Pro, May nainic is Procaleius. 
 Cleo. Anthony 
 Did tell me of you; bad me truft you, but 
 I doe not greatly care to be deceiv’d 
 T hat have no vie for trilting. If your Mafter 
 ‘Would havea Queene his begger; you muft tell him, 
 That Majelty to keepe decorum, mutt 
 No lefle beggethen a Kmgdome : if be pleafe 
 To give me conquer’d Egypt for my Sonne, 
 He gives me.fo muck of mine owne, asi - 
 Will kneele to him with thankess 
 Pro. Be of good cheere : 
 Y’are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing, 
 Make your full reference freely to my Lord; 
 Who is fo full of Grace; that it fhowes over 
 Onall that neede. Let me report to bin 
 Your {weet dependancy, and you thall find 
 A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnefle, 
 Where he for grace is kneel’d too. 
 Cleo, Pray youtéll him, 
 Tam his Fortunes Vaflall, and I fend him 
 The greatnefle he has got. 1 hourely learne 
 A DoStrine of Obedience, and would gladly 
 Looke him ith’Face. 
 Pro. This lle report (deere Lady) 
 Have comfort, for 1 know your plight is pittied 
 Of him that caus’d it. : 
 Char. You fee how éafily.the may be furpriz’d: 
 Guard her till (¢/ar comes 
 Tras. Royall Queene. 
 Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queenes 
 (leo, Quicke, quicke, good hands. 
 Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold: 
 Doe not your felfe {uch wrong, who are inthis 
 Reliev’d, but not betraid, ; 
 (leo. WW hat of death roo that ris our dogs of languifh ? 
 fre. Cleopatra, doe no: abute my Mafters bounty, by 
 Th’undoing of your felfe : Let the world fee 
 His Noblenefle well'a%ted, which your death 
 Will never let come forth. 
 Cleo, Where artthou death? 
 Come hirher come ; Come, come, atidtake a Queerie 
 Worth many Babes and Beggers. 
 Pre. Oh temperance Lady- : 
 (Yo. Sir, I will eate no meate, Ile not drinke fir, 
 If idle talke will once bencesflary 
 lle not fleeve neithere This mortall houfe ile ruirie, 
 Doe Ce/ar what he can. Know Sir, that I 
 Wiil not waite pinnion’d at your Mafters Court, 
 Nor once be chaftic’d with the fober eye 
 Of dull O#avia. Shallthey hoyftmeup, 
 And fhew me tothe fhowting Varlotry 
 Of cenfaring Rome ? Rather a ditch in Egypt, 
 Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nylus mudde 
 Lay me ftarke-nak’d, and let the water-Flies 
 Blow me into abhorring ; rather make 
 My Countries hygh pyramides my Gibbet, 
 
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 And hang me up in Chaines, 
 
 Pro. You doe extend 
 Thefe thoughts of horror further then you fhall 
 Find caufe in Cafar. 
 
 Enter Dolabella. 
 
 Dol. Proculeius, ‘ 
 What thou hatt done, thy Mafter (¢/ar knowes; 
 And he hath fenr for thee :as for the Queene; 
 Ile take her to my Guard, 
 
 Pro. So Dolabella, 
 
 It fhall content me beft : be gentle to her, 
 10 Ce/ar I wili ipeake, what you fhall pleafe, 
 If youil imploy me co him. Exit Proculeius. 
 
 (/eo. Say, | would dye. 
 
 Dol, Mott Noble Empreffe, you have heard of me. 
 
 Cleo, I cannot tell. 
 
 Dot. Affuredly you know me: 
 
 Cleo. No matter fir, what I have heard or knowne : 
 You laugh when Boyesor Women tell their Dreames, 
 Ist not your tricke ? 
 
 Dol. I underftand not; Madam. 
 
 (/eo, Idreampt there was an Emperor Ambony. 
 Oh fuch another fleepe, that i might {ee 
 But fuchanother man. 
 
 Dot, It it might pleafe ye, x 
 
 Cleo. His face wasasthe heavens, and therein ftucke 
 A Sunne and Moone, which kept their courfe,and lighted 
 The litele o’th’earth. 
 
 ‘Dol. Mott Soveraigne Creature. 
 
 Cleo. Hisiegges beitrid the Ocean, his rear’d arme 
 Crefted the worid : his voyce was propertied 
 Asall'the tuned Spheres, and that ro friends : 
 
 But when he meant to quaile, and fhakethe Orbe; 
 
 He wasas ratling Thunder. For his bounty, 
 
 There was no winter in’t. An Asthony it was, 
 
 That grew the move by reaping : his delights 
 
 Were Dolphin-like, they thew’d his backe above 
 
 The Element they liv’d in 3 In his Livery 
 
 Walk’d Crownes and Crownets : Realmesand Iflands 
 As plates dropt from his pocket. 
 
 Dol, (leopatra. 
 
 Cleo, Thinke you there was, or might be fucha man 
 Asthis I dreampt of ? 
 
 Del. Gentle Madam, no. 
 
 Cleo, You Lye up to the hearing of the gods ; 
 But if there be, nor ever were one fuch 
 Its paftthe fize of dreaming : Natare wants ftuffe 
 To vye ftrange formes with fancy, yet timagine 
 An Aathony were Natures peece, gainft Fancy, 
 Condemning fhadowes quite. 
 
 Dol. Heare me, good Madam : 
 
 Your loffe is as your felfe, great; and you beare it 
 As an{wering to the waight, would | might never 
 Ore-take purfu'de fucceffe : but I doe feele 
 
 By the rebound of yours, a griefe that faites 
 
 My very heart at roote. 
 
 Cleo. I thanke you fir : 
 
 Know you what Ca/ar meanes to doe with me? 
 
 Dol. I amloath totell you what,1 would you knew. 
 
 (te. Nay pray you fir. 
 
 Dot. Though he be honorable. 
 
 Cleo, He'll leade me then in Frinaiph. 
 
 Del, Madam he will,I knowr. 
 
 Emer Proculeius, (e[ar, Gallus, Mecenas,’ 
 and others of bis Trainé. 
 
 ' All, Make way there, Cefar. 
 
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(ef. Which is the Queene of Egypt. 
 Bol. Iris the Emperor Madam. 
 ‘Caf. Arife, you fhall not kneele + 
 I pray you rile, rife Egypt. 
 
 Cleo. Sir, the gods wall have it thus, 
 My Mafter and my Lord Imuch obey, 
 
 Cef, Take to youno hard thoughts, 
 The Record of what injuries you did us, , 
 Though written in our flefh, we fhall remember 
 As things but done by chance, 
 
 Chee. Sole Sir oth’world, 
 
 T cannot project mine ownic caufe fo well 
 To make it cleare, but doe confefle I have 
 | Beene laden with like fraiities, which before 
 | Have often fham’d our Sex- 
 Caf, Cleopatraknow, 
 We will extenuate rather then inforce : 
 If youapply your felfe to our intents, 
 | Which towards youare moft gentle, you fhall finde 
 A benefit in this change, but if you feeke 
 Tolay onmea Cruelty, by taking 
 eAnthonies courte, you fhall bereave you felfe 
 Of my good purpofes, and put your children 
 To that deftruction which Ile guard them from, 
 If thereon you relye- Tletake my leave. 
 
 Cleo, And may throughall the world:tis yours,and we 
 your Scutcheons, and your fignes of Conqueft fhalt 
 Hang in what place you pleafey Here my good Lord. 
 
 Caf. You fhall advife me in all fos Cleopatra, 
 
 Cleo. This is the briefe : of Mony , Plate, and Iewels 
 Tam pofielt of, tis exactly valewed, 
 
 Nor petty things admitted. Wheres Selenens ? 
 
 Selen. Heese Madam. 
 
 (leo. This is my Treafurer, let him fpeake (my Lord) 
 Vpon his perill, that I have referv'd 
 To my felfe nothing. Speake the trath Selewcus. 
 
 Selen. Madam I had rather fecle my lippes, 
 
 Thento my perill fpeake that which is not. 
 
 (leo, What have I kept backe? 
 
 Selew.Enough to purchafe what you have made known 
 
 Cef. Nay bluth not Cleopatra, I approve 
 
 Your Wifedome inthe deed. 
 
 (leo, See Cefar : Oh behold, ; 
 How pompe is followed : Mine will now be yours, 
 And fhould we thift eftates, yours would be mine, 
 The ingratitude of this Se/encu, does 
 Even make me wilde. Oh Slave, of no more truft 
 Then love thats hyr’d? W hat goeft thou backe, thou fhalt 
 Goe backe I warrant thee : but Ils catch thine eyes 
 Though oe had wings,Slave, fonle-leffe, Villaine, Dog, 
 O rarely bafe ! 
 
 Cef. Good Queene, let us intreat you. 
 
 Cle. O (far, what a wounding fhame isthis, 
 That thou vouchfafing heere to vifit me, 
 Doing the honor of thy Lordlineffe 
 Toone fo mecke, that mine owne Servant fhould 
 Parcell the fumme of my difgraces, by 
 Addition of his Eavy! Say (good Céfar) 
 - That I fome Lady-trifles te referv'd, 
 Immoment toyes, things of fuch Dignity 
 Aswe greet moderne friends withall, and fay 
 Some Nobler token I have keptapart 
 For Liviaand Offavia, to induce 
 Their mediation, muft I be unfolded 
 With one that ] have bred + the gods lit {mites me 
 Beneath the fall Ihave. Prethee gor hence, . 
 
 (leo. keeles. 
 
 T he Tragedy of 
 
 Or I fhall thew the Cynders of my {pirits 
 
 Throngh th’Afhes of my chance: Wer't thou a man, 
 
 Thou wouldf have mercy on me. 
 Cafa. Forbeare Selencus. 
 
 Cle. Be it knowne,that we the greateft are mif-thonght 
 
 For things that others doe : and when we fall, 
 We an{wer others merits, in our name 
 Are therefoseto be pittied. 
 Caf, Cleopatra, 
 
 | Not what ycu have re 
 Put we ith’Roll of Conqueft : {till be’t yours, 
 Beftow it at your pleafure, and beleeve 
 Cefar’s no Merchant,tomake prize with you 
 
 Of things that Merchants fold. Therefore be cheer’d, 
 Make not your thoughts your prifonss No deere Queen, 
 
 For we intend fo to difpole you, as 
 
 Your felfe fhall give us.counfell : Feede, and fleepe « 
 
 Our care and pitty is fo much upon you, 
 That we remaine your friend, and fo adieu. 
 (leo. My Matter, and my Lord. 
 Caf, Notfo : Adieu. 
 
 Exeunt (afar, and hiTraine. 
 
 Clee. He words me Gyrles, he words me, 
 
 That I fhould not be Noble to my felfe. 
 But hearke thee Charman, 
 
 Iras. Finifh good Lady, the brightday isdone; 
 And weare for the darke. 
 
 Cleo, Hye thee againe. 
 I have {poke already, and it is provided, 
 Goe put it to the hafte. 
 
 Char. Madam, I will. 
 
 Enter DolabeHa. 
 
 Dol, Wheresthe Queene? 
 
 (tar. Behold fir. 
 
 Cleo. Dolabella. 
 
 Dol. Madam, as thereto {worne, by your command 
 
 ( Which my love makes Religion to obey ) 
 
 I tell you this; Cefarthrough Sysia 
 
 Intends his journey, and within three dayess 
 You with your Children will he fend before, 
 Make your beft ufe of this. Ihave perform'd, 
 Your pleature, and my promife. 
 
 (leo. Dolabelia, 1 fhall remaine your debter. 
 
 Dol. your Servant : 
 
 Adieu good Queene, I muft attend on Car, 
 
 Cleo, Farewell, and thankes. 
 
 Now Jras, what think’ftthou ? 
 
 Thon, an Egyptian Puppet fhalt be fhewne 
 
 In Rome afwell as]: Mechanicke Slaves 
 
 With greazy Aprons, Rules, and Hammers fhall 
 Vopliftus to the view-. In their thicke breathes, 
 Ranke of groffe dyet, fhall we be enclowded, 
 And fore’d to drinke their vapour. < 
 
 Irae. The gods forbid. 
 
 Cleo. Nay, tis moft certaine /ras: fawcy Liters 
 Willcatchat uslike Strumpets, and feald Rimers 
 Ballad us out a Tune. The quicke Gomedians 
 Extemporally will ftage us, and prefent 
 Our Alexandria Revels : Anthony 
 — 3 brought drunken forth, and I ripe 
 
 ome {peaking-C/eepatra~Boy my greatnelic 
 I’th’pofture ofa Whore. ee 
 
 Ira. Othe good gods! 
 
 Cleo, Nay thats certaine. 
 
 Iras. Te never fec’t; for I am {ure my Nailes 
 Are ftronger then mine eyes. 
 
 ferv’d, nor whet acknowledg'd 
 
 Exit. 
 
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 Cleo. Why thatsthe way to foole their preparation, 
 And conquer their moft abfurd, intents. 
 Enter (harniang 
 Now Charman. 
 Shew me my Women like a Queene : Goe fetch 
 My beft Attyres. I am againefor Cidrus 
 To meet eAarke eAduthony, Sirra Iras,goe 
 (Now Noble Charmian wee'l difpatch indeed,) 
 - And when thou haft done this chare, Ile give thee leave 
 To play till Doomefday ;: bring our Crowne,andall. 
 A noyfe within, 
 Wherefore’s this noyfe ? 
 Enter a Guard{man. 
 Guard/. Here isa rurall Fellow, 
 That will not be deny’d your Highneffe prefence, 
 He brings you Figges. 
 
 Cleo, Let him conie in. 
 How poore an Inftrament 
 May doe a Neble deed : he brings me liberty : 
 
 My Kefolution’s plac’d,and I have nothing 
 Of woman in me : Now from head to foot 
 Tam Marble conftant ; now the fleeting Moone 
 No Planet is of mine. 
 
 Enter Guard/man and Clowne, 
 
 Guardf. Thisis the Man. 
 
 Cleo. Avoyd and leave him. Exit Guard{man, 
 Haft thon the pretty worme of Nylus there, 
 
 That kils and paines not ? : 
 
 Clow. Truely I have him: but I would not be the par- 
 tie that fheuld defire youto touch him, for his byting is 
 immortall: thofe that doc dye ofit, doe feldome or ne- 
 ver recover. 
 
 Cleo. Remember ft thou any that have dyed ont ? 
 
 Clo. Very many men and women too. I heard of 
 one of them no longer than yefterday,a very honeft woe 
 man,but fomething given tolye, asa woman fhould not 
 dos,but in the way of honefty , how fhe dyed of the by- 
 ting of it;what paine fhe felt Fruely,fhemakes avery 
 good report o'th’worme: but he that will beleeve all that 
 they fay, fhall never be fa ed by haife that they doe : but 
 this is moft fallible,the Worme’sanodde Worme. 
 
 Cleo, Get thee hence,farewell. 
 
 Clow. I with you all joy of the Worme. 
 
 Cleo. Farewell. ; 
 
 (low. You mult thinke this (looke you ) that the 
 Worme will doe his kinde. 
 
 Cleo. I,1,farewell. 
 
 Cleo. Looke you,the Worme is not tobe trufted, but 
 inthe keeping of wife people: for indeed, there is no 
 goodneffe in the Worme. 
 
 (leo. Take no care,it thal be heeded. ae 
 
 Cleo. Very good : give it nothing I pray you, for it is 
 not worth the feeding. 
 
 Cleo, Willit eate me ? 
 
 Cleo. You muft not thinke I am fo fimple,but I know 
 the divell himfelfe will not cate a woman: I know, that 
 a woman is adifh for the gods, ifthe divell dreffe a 
 not. But tracly,thefe fame whorfon Divels doe the - $ 
 great harme in their women: for inevery ten that they 
 make,the divels marre five. 
 
 (Veo, Well,get the gcne,farewelle ; 
 
 Cleo, Yes forfooth,I with you joyo th’worme.Exit. 
 
 Cleo. Give me my —— on my Crowne, I have 
 
 talllongings inme. Now no more _ 
 Thejuyee of Eeypts Grape fhall moyft a lips 
 Yare,yare,good Jras quicke : me thinkes I heare 
 
 Exit Guard{man. 
 
 eAtathony call : I fee him rowfe himfefe 
 To praite my Noble A&. I heare him mocke 
 The lucke of Cafar,which the gods give men 
 To excufe their after wrath. HasbandsI come: 
 Now to that name,my-.courage prove my Title. 
 I am Fire,and Ayre; my other Elements 
 I give to bafer life. So,have youdone ? 
 Come then,and rake the laft warmth of my lippes: 
 Farewellkinde Charmian, Iras,lovg farewell. 
 Have I the Afpicke in my lips ? Doft fall? 
 If thou,and Nature can fo gently part, 
 The ftroke of death is asa Lovers pinch, 
 Which hurts,and is defir’d. Doft thou lie Rill? 
 If thus thou vanifheft,thou tell’ ft the world, 
 It isnot worth leave taking. 
 Char. Diffolve thicke Clowd,& Raine, that I may fay, 
 The gods themfelves doe weepe. 
 Cleo. This proves me bafe: 
 If fhe provesthe curled Anthony, 
 Hee’l make demand of her,and {pend that kiffe 
 Which is my heaven to have. Come thou mortall 
 With thy tharpe teeth this knot intrinficate, (wretch, 
 Of life at once untie : Poore venemous Foole, 
 Be angry and difpatch. Oh couldit thou fpeake, 
 That t might heare thee call great Ce/ur Affe,unpolicied. 
 Char. Oh Eafterne ftarre. 
 (leo, Peace.peace : 
 Doft thou not fee my Baby at my breaft, 
 That.fuckes the Nurfe afleepe. 
 Char, Obreake ! O breake | 
 Cleo, As {weet as Balme,as foft as Ayre,as gentle. 
 O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too, 
 What fhould I ftay —— Dyes. 
 Char. In this wilde world? So fare thee well: 
 Now boaft thee Death,in thy poffeflion lies 
 A Laffe unparaleli'd. Downy Windowes cloze, 
 And golden Phoebus never be beheld 
 Of eyes againe fo Royall : your Crownes away, 
 Ile mend it,and then play-— 
 Enter the Guard raftling in,and Dolabella, 
 1 Geard. Wheresthe Queene? 
 Char. Speake foftly wake her not. 
 1 Cefar hath fent. 
 Char. Tooflow a Meffenger. 
 Ohcome apace. difpatch,! partly feele thee. 
 x Approach hoa, 
 All’s not well: Ca/ars beguilde. 
 2 Theres Dolabella {ent from Cafar :call him. 
 I What workeis here Charwsian ? 
 Isthis well done ? 
 (har. It is welldone,and fitting fora Princeffe 
 Defcended of fo many Royall Kings. 
 Ah Souldier. Charmian dyese 
 
 Enter Dolabella. 
 
 Dol, How goes.it here? 
 2 Gward. Alldead. 
 Dol. Cafar,thy thoughts 
 Touchtheir effects in this: thy felfe art comming 
 To feeperform’d the dreaded A& which thou 
 So fought’ ft to hinder. ; 
 
 Enter Cafar and all his Traine marching, 
 
 All. Away there,a way for Ce/ar. 
 
The Tragedy of 2A nthony and Cleopatra. 
 
 Dol. Ob Sir,youare twofurean Augurer: 
 
 That you did feare,is done. 
 
 Ce/ar. Braveltat the laft, 
 She leveli’d at our purpofes,and being Royall - 
 Tooke her owne way : the manner of their deaths, 
 I doe not fee them bleed, 
 
 Dol. Who was lait with them ? 
 
 1 Guard.A fimple countryman,t 
 | This was his Basket. 
 
 Caf. Poyfon'’d then- 
 
 1 Guard, Oh Cafar: 
 This Charmian liv’d but now 
 T found her trimming up the Diadem ; 
 On her dead Miftris,tremblingly fhe ftood, 
 Andon the fedaine dropt- 
 
 Cefar. Oh noble weakenefie : 
 If they had fwallow'd poyfon,twould appeare. 
 By externall (welling : but fhe lookes like fleepe, 
 As fhe would catch another eAnthony 
 in her ftrong toyle of Grace, 
 
 Dof. Here on her breft, . 
 ‘There is a vent of blood,and fomething blowne, 
 The like is on her Arme. 
 1 Guard. Thisan Alpects traile 
 And thefe Fig-leaves have flime upon thém.fach 
 As th’ Afpicke leaves upon the Caves of Nyle. 
 Caf. Molt probable 
 
 hat brought her Figs: | That fo fhe dyed : for her Phyfitian tels me 
 
 She hath purfu’d Conclufions infinite 
 Of cafie wayesto dye. Take up her bed, 
 And beare her Women from the Monument, 
 
 sthe ftood and fpake s She fhall be buried by her Anthony, 
 
 No Grave upon the earth fhail clip init 
 A pairefo famous : high eventsas thefe 
 Strike thofethat make them : and their ftory is 
 No leffe in pitty,than his glory which 
 Brought them to be lamented. Our Army {hall 
 In folemne fhew, attend this Funerall, 
 Andthen to Rome. Come Delabella fee 
 | High Order inthis great Solemnity. Exennt omnes. 
 
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 THE TRAGEDY OF 
 
 CY MBELINE. 
 
 Atlus Primus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter two Gentle MEH. 
 
 1 Gent. 
 1 Ou doe not meet a man but frownes:s 
 W4|, Our bloods no more obey the heavens 
 ai Then our Courtiers : 
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 Ay|Stillfeeme as do’s the Kings. 
 “= 9 Gent. But whats the matter ? 
 
 1 Hisdaughter,and the heire ofs kingdome (whom 
 He purpos’d to his wives fole fonne, a Widdow 
 That late he married) hath referr’d her felfe 
 Vnto a poore, but worthy Gentlemao, Shes wedded, 
 Her Husband banith’d ; fhe imprifon’d, all 
 Isoutward {crrow, though I thinke the King 
 Betouch’d at very heart. 
 
 2 None butthe King? 
 | But pray youtell me, is fhe fole childto’th’King ? 
 
 * t He that hath left her too : fo isthe Queene, 
 That mof defir'd theMatch. But nota Courtier, 
 Although they weare their faces tothe bent 
 Of the Kings lookes, hath a heart that is not 
 Glad at thething they {cowle at. 
 2 And wy foe 
 t He that hath mifs’d the Princeffe, is athing 
 Too bad, for bad report : and be that hath her, 
 (J meane, that married her, alacke good man, 
 And therefore banifh’d } isa Creature, fach, 
 Asto fecke through the Regions of the earth 
 For one, he like ;there would be fomething failing 
 In him, that fhouldcompare. Idoe notthinke, 
 So faire an Outward, and fuch ftuffe within 
 Endowes aman, but hee. 
 2 You {peake him farre. ; 
 1 I docextend him (Sit) which himfelfe, 
 Cruth him together, rather then nnfoid 
 His meafure dully. 
 2 Whats his name and Birth? 
 xy Icannot delue him to the roote : his father 
 Wascall’d Sicilius, who did joyne his honor 
 Againft the Romanes, with Caffibelan, 
 But had his Titles by 7 enantsns, whom 
 He ferv’d with Glory and admir’d Succefle : 
 So gain’d the Sur-addition, Leonarus. * 
 And had (befides this Gentleman in queftion) 
 Two other Sonnes, who inthe Warres o'th’time 
 Dy’de with their Swords in hand. For which their father 
 Then old, and fond of iffue, tooke {uch forrow 
 That he quit Being ; and hisgentle Lady 
 
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 Bigge of this Gentleman (our T heame) deceaft 
 
 As he was borne. The King he takes the Babe 
 
 To his protection, calls him Posthamus Leonatwe; 
 
 Breedes him, and makes him of his Bed-chamber, 
 
 Puts to him all the Learnings that histime  __. 
 
 Could make him the receiver of, which he tooke 
 
 As we doe ayre, faft as twas miniftred, 
 
 And in’s Spring, became a Harvelt: Liv’d in Court 
 
 (Which rare it is to doe ) moft prais d, moft lov’d, 
 
 A fample to the yongeft':toth’more Mature, 
 
 A glafle that feared them ; andro the graver, 
 
 A childthat guided Dotards. To his Miftris, ° 
 
 (For whom he now is banifh’d) her owne price 
 
 Proclaimes how fheefteem’d him ;and his Vertue 
 
 By her election may betraly read, what kind of man he is. 
 2 I honor him, even ont of your report. 
 
 I His onely child ? 
 He hadtwo Sonnes (if this be worth your hearing, 
 Marke it) the eldeit of them, at three yeeres old 
 I'th'fwathing cloathes, the other from their Nurfery 
 Were floine, and to this houre, no gneffe in knowledge 
 Which way they went. 
 
 2 How long is thisagoe? 
 
 1 Some twenty yeeress 
 
 2 Thata Kings Children fhould be fo convey’d, 
 
 50 flackely guarded, and the fearch fo flow 
 That could not trace them. 
 
 1 Howfoere, tis ftrange, 
 Or that the negligence may wellbe langh’‘dat : 
 Yet is it true Sir. 
 
 2 I doewell beleeve you, 
 
 1 We mutt forbear. Heere comes the Gentleman, 
 The Queene, and Princefie. 
 
 Cxrunt, 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter the Queene, Pofthamus, and Imogen, 
 
 Lue.No, beaffur’d you hall not find me (Daughter) 
 Atterthe flander of mott Step-Mothers, 
 Evill-ey’duntoyou. You're my Prifoner, but 
 Your Gaolor fhall deliver you the keyes 
 
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 That locke up your reftraint. For you Pokthars, 
 Sofoone as 1 can win th’offended King, 
 I willbe knowne yout Advocate : marry yet 
 The fire of Reve is in him,and twere good 
 You lean’d unto his Sentence, with what patience 
 Your wifedome may informe you- 
 Post. Pleafe your Highnefic, 
 I will from hence to day. 
 Que. Youknow the perill: 
 Ilefetcha turne about the Garden, pittying 
 The pangs of barr’d Affections, though theKing: 
 Hath charg’d you fhould not {peaketogether. Exits 
 Imo. O diffembling Curtefie | How tine this Tyrant 
 Can tickle where fhe wounds ? My deereft Husband, 
 I fomething feare my fathers wrath, but nothing 
 (Alwayes referv’d my holy duty) what 
 His rage candoeon me. You muft be gone, 
 And I-fhall heere abidethe hourely fhot ~ 
 Ofangry eyes : not comforted tolive, 
 But that there is this Iewell in the world, 
 That I may {ee againe. 
 Pot. My Queene, my Miftris: 
 O Lady, weepe no more, leit I give caufe 
 Tobe fufpected of more tenderneffe 
 Then doth becomea man. J will remaine 
 The loyall’ft hasband that did ere plight troth. 
 My refidence in Rome, at one Florio's, 
 Who, to my Father was a friend, tome 
 Knowne but by Letter ;thither write (my Queene) 
 And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you fend, 
 Though Inke be made of Gall. 
 Enter Queene, 
 Lue. Be bricfe, I pray you: 
 Ifthe King come, I fhall incurre, [know not 
 How much of his difpleafure : yet Tle move him 
 To walkethis way :I never doehim wrong, 
 But he do’s buy my injuries,to be friendes. 
 Payes deere for my offences. 
 Post. Should we be taking leave 
 Aslong aterme as yet we have tolive, 
 The loathneffe to depart, would grow : Adieu. 
 Imo, Nay, ftay a little : 
 Were you but riding forth toayre your felfe, 
 Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Love ) 
 This Diamond was my Mothers ; take it (Heart ) 
 But keepe it till you wooe another Wife, ~ 
 When /mogen is dead. 
 Post. How, how ? Another ? 
 You gentle gods, give mebutthis I have, 
 And {care up my embracements from 2 next, 
 Wich bonds of death.Remaine, remaine thou heere, 
 While fenfe can keepe it on : And fweeteft, faireft, 
 As 1(my poore felfe) did exchange for you 
 To your to infinite loffe : fo in our trifles 
 I ftill winne of you. For my fake weare this, 
 It isa Manacleof Love, Ile place it 
 Vnpon this fayreft Prifoner. 
 Imo, Othe Gods! — , 
 When fhall we fee againe? 
 Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. 
 Post. Alacke, the King. ° 
 Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoyd hence, from my fights 
 If after this command thou fraught the Court 
 With thy unworthineffe, thou dyeft. Away, 
 Thou'rt poyfodn to my blood. 
 Post. The gods protect you, 
 
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 | And bleffethe good Remainders of the Court: 
 | Tam gone. Exit. | 
 | Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death 
 More fharpe then thisis. 
 Cym. O difloyall thing, 
 That fhouldft repayre my youth, thon heap’it 
 A yeares age On me. 
 Tmo. 1 befeech you Sir, 
 Harme not your felfe with your vexation, 
 I am fenfeleffe of your Wrath ; a Touch more rare 
 Subdues all pangs, all feares. 
 Cym. Patt Grace ? Obedience ? 
 Imo. Patt hope, and in difpaire, that way paft Grace. 
 Cym. . That mightft have had 
 The fole Sonne of my Queene. 
 Imo. Q bleffed, that I might not: I chofean Hagle, 
 And did avoyd a Puttocke. 
 Cym. Thou took’fta Begger, wouldftjhave made my 
 Throne, a Seate for bafnefle. ; 
 Imo. No, Lrather addeda luftre to its 
 Cym, Othou vildeone ! 
 Imo, Sir, 
 It isyour fault that I have lov’d Posthumms ; 
 You bred him as'my Play-fellow, and he is 
 A man, worth any woman : Over-buyes me 
 Almoft the fumme he payes. 
 Cym. What? art thou mad ? 
 Imo. Almott Sir : heaven reftore me : would I were 
 A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatne 
 Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne. 
 Enter Queene. 
 Cym. Thou foolifh thing; 
 They were againe together : you have done 
 Not after our command, Away with her, - 
 And pen her up. 
 Lue. Befeech your patience: Peace 
 Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soveraigne, 
 Leave usto our felves,and make your felfe fome comfort 
 Out of your beft advice. 
 Cym. Nay let her languifh 
 A drop of blood a day, and being aged : 
 Dye of this Folly. Exi, 
 Enter Pifanio. : 
 Que. Fye, you mutt give way : . 
 Heere is your Servant. How now Sir ? What newes ? 
 Pif. My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Mafter. 
 fue. Hah 2 
 No harme I truft is done ? 
 ‘Pifa. Theremight have beene, 
 But that my Matter rather plaid, then fought, 
 And had no helpe of Anger : they were parted 
 By Gentlemen, at hand. 
 Que. 1am very glad on’t. : 
 Imo. Your Son's my fathers friend, he takes his part 
 Todraw uponan Exile, O braveSir, 
 I would they were in Affricke both together, 
 My felfe by witha Needle, that I might pricke. 
 The goer backe. Why came you front your Mafter? 
 Pifa. On his command : he would not fuferme 
 To bring him to the haven :left thefe Notes 
 Of what commands 1 fhould be fubject to, 
 When’t pleas’d you to employ me. 
 ue. This hath beene 
 Your faithfult Servant : I dare lay mine honour 
 He will remaine fo. 
 Pifa. humbly thanke your highnefile. > 
 
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 Que. Pray walkea-while. 
 Jwo. About fome haife houre hence, 
 
 Pray yon{peake withme; 
 
 You fhall (at leaft) goe fee my Lord aboord. 
 
 For this time leave me- Exeunt. 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Clotten, and two Lords. 
 
 x Sir, I would advife you to fhifta Shirt;the Violence | 
 
 of Action hath made you reeke as a Sacrifice: where ayre 
 comes out, ayre comes in : Theres none abroad fo whole- 
 fome as that you vent. 
 
 Clot. 1f my Shirt were bloody, thento fhift it. 
 Have I hurt him ? 
 
 2 No faith : notfo muchas his patience: 
 
 t Hurt him? Hisbodie’sa paflable Carkaffe if he be 
 not hurt, It isa through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt. 
 
 2 His Steele wasin debt, it, went oth’ Backe-fide the 
 
 1 Towne. 
 
 Clot. The Villaine would not ftand me-| 
 
 2 No, but he fled forward ftill,toward your face. 
 
 1 Stand you ? you have Land enough of your owne : 
 But he added to your having, gave you fome ground, 
 
 2 As many Inches,as you have Oceans (Puppies. ) 
 
 Clot. L would they had not come betweene us. 
 
 2 So would], till you had meafur'd how long a foole 
 you were upon the ground. 
 
 Clot. And that fhe fhouldlove this fellow, and refufe | 
 
 MCe 
 
 2 Ifit bea fin to make atruc election, fhe isdamn’d, 
 
 I Sir,as I told you alwayes: her Beauty and her Braine 
 goe not together. Shees a good figne, but I have feene 
 {mall reflection of her wit, : 
 
 2 She fhines not upon Fooles, left the reflection 
 Should burt her. ' 
 
 Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber + would there had 
 beene fome hurt done. * 
 
 2 I wifhnot fo, unlefle it had bin the fall of an Affe, 
 whichis no greathurt. 
 
 Clor, You'll goe with us ? 
 
 1 Ile attend your Lordfhip. 
 
 Clot, Nay come, lets goc together: 
 
 2 Wellmy Lord. Exeunt 
 
 Ee 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Enter Ingen, and Pifansos 
 Imo. I would thou grew ft unto the fhores oth’haven, 
 And queftioned’ft every Saile : if he fhouldwrite, 
 And.I not have it, twere aPaper loft 
 As offer’d mercy is: What was the laft 
 That he fpake to thee? 
 1 Pifa. It was his Queene, his Queene- 
 Ime. Then wav'd his Handkerchiefe ? 
 Pifa. And kiftit, Madam... 
 TmoSentclefie Linnen, happier therein then I : 
 And that was all? 
 Pio No Madam : for fo long 
 
 T he Tragedy of ( ‘ymbeline. 
 
 | Toafter-eye him. 
 
 | With his next vantage. 
 
 As he could make me with his eye, or care, 
 Diftinguith him from others, he did keepe 
 The-Decke, with Glove, or Hat, or Handkerchife, 
 Still waving, as the fits and ftirres of’smind 
 Could beft exprefie how flow his Soule fayl’d on, 
 How {wift his Ship. 
 
 Imo. Thou fhouldft have made him 
 As little as a Crow, or leflé, ere left 
 
 Pifa, Madam, fo I did. 
 
 Imo. 1 would have broke mine eye-firings ; 
 Crack’d them, bur to looke upon bin, till the diminution 
 Of {pace, had poinced him fharpe as my Needle : 
 Nay, followed him, till be had melted trom 
 The {mallnefle.of a Gnat, to ayre : and then 
 Have turn’d mine eye, and wept. But good Psfanie, 
 When fhall we heare from him 
 
 Pifa. Be aflur'd Madam, 
 
 . Imo, 1 did not take my leave of him, but had 
 Moft pretty ehings to fay : Ere could tell him 
 How | would thinke on him at certaine houres, 
 Such thoughts, and fuch: Or I could make him fweare, 
 The Shees of Italy fhould not betray 
 Mine Intereft, and his Honor : or have charg’d him 
 Atthe fixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midmght, 
 Tencounter me with Orifons, for then 
 Lam itrheaven for him : Or ere I could, 
 
 Give him that parting kiffe, whichI had fee. 
 Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, 
 Andlike the Tyrannous breathing of the North, 
 Shakes all our buddes from growing. 
 Enter q Lady. 
 Lad. The Queene(Madam) 
 
 Defires your highnefle Company. ' 
 
 Imo. Thofe things I bid you doe, get them difpatch’d, 
 I willattend the Queene. 
 Psfa. Madam,I fhall. Exewnt. 
 Scana Quinta, 
 
 Enter Vhilario, lachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutch- 
 man, and a Spantar a. 
 
 Lach. Beleeve it Sir, 1 have feene him in Britaine ; he 
 was then of a Creflent note, expected to prove fo wor- 
 thy, as fince he hath beene allowed the name of, Bar I 
 could then have look’d on him, without the helpe of Ad- 
 miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had 
 bin tabled by his fide, and I to perufe him by items. 
 
 Phil. You{peake of bim when he was leffe furnifh’d, 
 then now he is, with that which makes him both. with- 
 our, and within, 
 
 French. Lhave feene him France: we had very ma- 
 ny there, could behold the Sanne, with as _firmeeyes as 
 he. 
 
 Jach. This matter of marrying ‘his King Daughter, 
 wherein he matt be weighed rather by her valew, then 
 hisowne, words him (1. doubt not) a great deale from the 
 matter. 
 
 French. And then his banifhment. 
 
 Iach, I,and the approbation of thofe that weepe this } 
 lamentable divorce under her colours, are wont | 
 
 b b b 2 to | 
 
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 aaa 
 
 to extend him,be it but to fortifie here j udgement,which 
 elfe an eafie battery might lay flat, for taking a Begger 
 without leffe quality. But how comesit, he isto 10- 
 journe with you? How creepesacquaintance ? 
 
 Phil, Bisfather and I were Souldiers together, to 
 whom I have bin often bound for no leffe then my life. 
 
 Enter Posthumus. . 
 
 Heere comes the Britaine. Let him be fo entertained a- 
 mongtt you, as fuites with Gentlemen of your knowing, 
 to a {tranger of his quality. I befeech you all be better 
 knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you, 
 asa Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I wiil 
 leave to appeare hereafter, rather then ftory him in his 
 owne hearing. 
 
 Fren. Sir, we have knowne together in Orleance- 
 
 Poff. Since when I have bin debtor to ‘you for courte- 
 fies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill. 
 
 Fren. Sir, you ore-rate my poore kindneffe, I was 
 glad I did attone my Countrymanand you; it had beene 
 pitty you fhould have beene put together, with fo mor- 
 talla purpofe,as then each bore, upon importance of fo 
 flight and triviall a nature. 
 
 Poft. By your pardon Sir, I was thena young Travel- 
 ler, rather fhonn’dto goe even with what I heard,then in 
 my every action to be guided by others experiences : but 
 upon my mended judgement (if { offend to fay it is men- 
 ded) my Quarrell was not altogether flight. 
 
 French, Kaith yes, to bee put to the arbitrement of 
 Swords, and by fuchtwo, that would by all likelyhood 
 have confounded one the other, or have falne both. 
 
 lach. Can we with manners, aske what was the diffe- 
 rence? 
 
 Fren. Safely, Ithinke, twasa contention in publicke, 
 which may (without contradiction) fuffer the report. 
 Te was much like an argument that fell out laft night, 
 where earch of us fellin praife of our Country-Miftrefles. 
 This Gentleman, at that time vouching (and upon war- 
 rant of bloody ailirmation) his tobe more Faire, Vertu- 
 ous, Wife, Chafte, Contant, Qualified , and leffe at- 
 temptible then any, the rareft of our Ladies in France. 
 
 Iach. That Lady is not now living : or this Gentle- 
 mans opinion by this worne out. 
 
 Poff. She holds her Vertue ftill, and I my mind, 
 
 Tach, You mutt not fo farre preferre her, fore ours of 
 Italy. 
 
 Poff. Being fo farre provok’d as I was in France: 1 
 would abate her nothing, though I profeffe my felfe her 
 Adorer, not her friend. 
 
 Jach. As faire, and as good: a kind of hand in hand 
 comparifon , had beene fomething too faire, and too 
 good for any Lady in Britany ; if fhe went before others, 
 I havefeenc as that Diamond of yours out-lufters many 
 Thavebeheld. I could not beleeve the excelled many : 
 
 but I havetiot feene the molt pretious Diamond that is, 
 
 nor youthe Lady. 
 Post. I prais'd her,as Irated her: fodoe I my Stone. 
 Tach, What doe you efteeme it at ? 
 Poff. More then the world enjoyes. 
 Zach. Either your unparagon’d Miftris is dead , or 
 thes out-priz’d by a trifle, 
 
 Pof. You are miltaken: the one may be fold or given, 
 or ifthere were wealth enough for the purchafes, or 
 merite for the gift. The other is not a thing for fale, and 
 onely the gift of the gods. 
 
 Zach. W hichthe gods have given you ? 
 
 _, 
 The Tragedy of Gmbeline. 
 
 Post. Which by their Graces I willkeepe. 
 
 Jach, You may wease her in title yours : but you 
 know ftrange Fowle light upen neighbouring Ponds. 
 Your Ring may be ftolne too, fo your brace of unprizea- 
 ble Eftimations, the one is but fraile, and the other Cafu- 
 
 | all. A cunning Thiefe, or a (that way) accomplifh’d 
 
 — would hazzard the winning both of firft and 
 aft. 
 
 Post, Your Italy ,containes none fo accomplifh’d a 
 Courtier taconvince the honour of my Miftris : ifinthe 
 holding or loffe of that, youterme her fraile, I doe no- 
 thing doubt you have ftore of Theeues, notwithftanding 
 I feare not my Ring. 
 
 Phil. Let us leave heere Gentlemen, 
 
 Poft. Sir, withall my heart. This worthy Signior I } 
 
 Sie him, makes no {tranger of me, we are familiar at 
 rite 
 
 lach, With five times fo much converfation, I fhould 
 get gronnd of your faire Miftris ;make her goe backe, €- 
 ven tothe yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunity 
 to friend. : 
 
 Post. No, no. 
 
 Tach. I dare thereupon pawne the moyty of my E- 
 {tate, to your Ring, which in my opinicn ore-values it 
 fomething : but 1 make my wager rather againft your 
 Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your of- 
 fence heerein to, I durft attempt it againft any Lady inthe 
 world. 
 
 Poft. Youare agreat deale abus’d in too bold a per- 
 fwafion, and I doubt not you fuftaine what y’are worthy 
 of, by your Attempt. 
 
 Tach, Whats that 2 
 
 Poff. A Repuife though your Attempt (as youcall it) 
 deferve more ;a punifhment too. : a 
 
 Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this, it came in too fo- 
 dainely, let it dye as it was borne,and I pray you be bet- 
 ter acquainted. 
 
 Jach, Would I had put my Eftate, and my Neighbors 
 onth’approbation of what I have fpoke, : 
 
 Poft. What Lady would you chufe toaffaile ? 
 
 Iach. Yours,whom in conftancy you thinke ftands 
 fo fafe, 1 will lay you ten thou{ands Dockets to your 
 Ring, that commend me to the Court where your La- 
 dy is, with no more advantage then the opportunity ofa 
 fecond conference, and I will bring from thence, that 
 honor of hers, which you imagine fo referv’d. 
 
 Pofhumu. I willwage againft your Gold, Gold to | 
 it: My Ring I hold deere as my finger, tis part of 
 
 it. 
 
 Tach. Youarea friend, andthereinthe wifer : if you 
 buy Ladies flefh at a Million a Dram, you cannot pre- 
 ferve it from tainting ; but I fee you have fome Religion 
 
 in you, that you feare. 
 
 ‘Poff. This isbutacuftome in your tongue: you beare 
 agraver purpofe I hope. 
 Tach, Yam the Matter of my fpeeches, and |would un- 
 der-goe whats{poken, Eweare. , 
 Peftbx. Will you? I thail but lend my Diamond till 
 your returne : let there be Covenants drawne between's- 
 My Miltris exceedes in goodneffe, the bugeneffe of your 
 ey thinking. Idare youto this match: heres my 
 ing. 
 Phil. Twillhaveit no lay. 
 _tach. By the gods it is one: if I bring you no fuili- 
 cient teltimony that I have enjoy’d the deereft bodily 
 
 part of your Miftris: my ten thoufand Duckets are yon 
 0 
 SBP SS an RE NEI RARE a mE RET, EGLO ° 
 
 — =, .«. 
 
| fhallanfwer me with your Sword. 
 
 : things fet downeby law full Counfell; and ftraight away 
 
 fo is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leave her in | 
 fuch honor asyou havertruft in : She your Tewell, this 
 your lewell, and my Gold are yours:”provided1 have 
 your commendation, for my more entertainment. 
 
 Post, I embrace thefe Conditions, let.us have Articles 
 betwixt us: onely thus farre you fhall anfwer, if you 
 make your voyage upon her,and give me directly‘to on- 
 derftand, you have prevayl’d, Iam no further your Ene- 
 my, fhe is not worth our debate. 1f fhe remaine unfe- 
 duc'd,- you not making it appeare otherwife ; for your ill 
 opinion, and th’aflault you have made to her chaftity, you 
 
 lach, Your hand , a Covenant : we will have thefe | 
 
 for Britaine, left the Bargain fhould catch cold, and 
 
 Lhe Tragedy of ( ymbetine, 
 
 fterve : I will fetch my Gold, and have eur two Wagers 
 recorded. 
 
 | Post. Agreed. 
 
 French. Will this hold, thinke you. 
 
 Phil,’ Signior Iachimo will not from it. 
 
 Pray let us follow em. Exeunt. 
 
 ~ Scana Sexta. 
 
 Enter Queene, Ladses, and C orncliuss 
 Quee. Whiles yet the dewe’s on ground 
 Gather thofe Flowers, 
 Make hafte. Who hasthe note ofthem ? 
 Lad. I Madam. Besson 
 ae. Difpatch. Exeunt Laate 
 Now Matter: Doctor, have you brought thofe drugges : 
 Cor. Pleafeth your highneffe, 1 ; here they are,Madam: 
 But I befeecti your Grace, without offence 
 (My Confcierice bids me aske) wherefore you have 
 Commanded of me thefe moft poyfonous Compounds, 
 Which are the moovers 6fa languifhing death : 
 Butthough flow, deadly. 
 Lue. I wonder, Doctor, 
 Thouwask’ftme fiicha Queftion s have } not beene 
 Thy Pupil long ? haft thou not learn’d me how 
 To make Perfumes? Diftill? Preferve? Yealos 
 That our great King hiimfelfe doth woe me oft 
 For my Confeé@tions ? having thas farre proceeded, 
 (Vnlefle thou think’fi me divellifh) ist not mecte - 
 That I did asinlifie my judgement in 
 Other Conclufions? I will try the forces 
 Of thefe thy Compounds, on fuch Creatures as 
 We count not worth the hanging (but none humane) 
 
 4 
 To try the vigour of them, and apply 
 
 Allayments to their Act, and by them gather » 
 Thetr feverall vertues, and effects. 
 
 (ora. ¥ our highnefle 
 Shall fromthis practife, but make hard your heart’: 
 Belides, the {ecing thefe effects willbe 
 Both noy{ome and infectious: 
 
 Luce. O contentthee. 
 
 Enter Pifanio. 
 Heere comesa flattering Rafcall, upon hia 
 Will rir worke : Hesfor his Matter} 
 And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pifanio? 
 Doctor, your fervice for this time 1s ended, 
 Take your owne way- 
 
 anaes 
 
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 Cor. I doe fufpe& you, Madam, 
 But yon fhail doe no harme. 
 Lye. Hearke thee a word. 
 Cor. I doenot like her. She doth thinke fhe has 
 Strange ling’ring poyfons 31 doe know her {pirit, 
 
 > And willnot truit one of her malice, with 
 
 A drugge of fach damn’d Nature ‘Thole fhe has, © 
 Will ttupific and dull the Senfea while, 
 Which firft (perchance) fhe'll prove on Cats and Dogs, 
 Then afterward up higher : bur there is 
 No danger in what fhew of death it tnakes; 
 More then the locking up the Spirits a time; 
 To be more freth, reviving She is fool’d 
 With a moft falfe effe& : and I the truer, 
 Soto be falfe with her. 
 
 Que. No further fervice, Doctor, 
 Votill I fend for thees 
 
 Cor. I humbly take my leave. 
 
 Lue. Weepes the ftill (fait thon 2) 
 Dott thou thinke in time 
 She will not quench, and let inftructions enter 
 Where Folly now pofleffes ? Doe thou worke + 
 When thou fhalt bring me word fhe loves my Sonne, 
 Ile tell thee on the inftant, chou art then 
 As great as is thy Mafter : Greater, for 
 His Fortunes all lye {peechleffe, and his name 
 Isatlaft gafpe. Returne he cannot, nor 
 Continue where heis: To fhift his being, 
 Is to exchange one miféry with another, 
 And every day that comes, comes to decay 
 A dayes worke in him. What fhale thou expect 
 To be depender on a thing that leanes ? 
 W ho cannot be new built, nor has no friends 
 So much, as but to prop him ? Thou tak’ up 
 Thou knowft not what : But take it for thy labour, 
 It is athing I make, which hath the King 
 Five times redcem’d from death. I doe not know 
 What is more Cordiall. Nay I prethectake it, 
 It isan earneft ofa farther good 
 That I meanetothee. Fell thy Miftris how. , 
 The cafe ftands with her : doo’t,as from thy felfe ¢ 
 Thinke what a chance thou changeft on,but thinke 
 
 EXite 
 
 / Thon haft thy Miftris ftill, coo boote, my Sonne, 
 
 Who fhail'take notice of thee. He move the King 
 Toany thape of thy Preferment, {uch 
 
 Asthou'lt defire ; aud then my felfe, I chiefely, 
 
 That fet thee on torhis defert, am bound 
 
 To loade thy merit richly. Call my women. Evxst Pifanio 
 Thinke on my words. A flye, and conftant kuave, 
 
 Not to be fhak’d : the Agent for his Mafter, 
 
 | And the Remembrancer of her, to hold 
 
 The hand faft to her Lord. T have given him that, 
 Which if Hetake, fhall guite unpeople her 
 
 Of Leidgers for her Sweet :and which the after, 
 Except fhe bend her humor, fhall beaffur’d 
 
 To tafte of too» 
 
 Enter Pifanio, and Ladies; 
 
 So, fo : Well done, well done : 
 
 The Violets, Cowflippes, and the Prime-Rofes 
 Beare to my Cloffet : Farethee well, Pifanio, 
 Thinke on my words. Exit Qucene, and Ladies, 
 
 Pifa. And fhall doe : 
 But when to my good Lord, I prove untrue, 
 Ile choake my felfe: theres = Sle doe for you. 
 bbb 3 
 
 Exs. 
 Scana 
 
 A a ER a RN 
 
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Scena Septima. 
 
 a —— naan 
 
 Enter Imogen alone. 
 
 Ime, AFather cruell, and a Stepdame falfe, 
 A foolifh Suitor toa Wedded Lady, 
 That hath her Husband banifh’d : O, that Husband, 
 My fupreame Crowne of griefe, andthofe repeated 
 Vexations of it. Had I bin Theete-ftolne, — 
 As my two Brothers, happy ? but moft miferable 
 Is the defire thats glorious. Bleffed be thofe 
 How meane fo ere, that have their honeft wills, 
 Which feafons comfort. Who may thisbe ? Fye. 
 
 Enter Pifanio, and Lachimo. 
 
 Pifa. Madar, a Noble Gentleman of Rome, 
 Comesfrom my Lord with Letters. 
 
 lach, Change you, Madam ! 
 The Worthy Leonatws is in fatety, 
 And greets your Highnefle deerely- 
 
 Imo. Thankes good Sir, 
 You're kindly welcome- ae 
 
 Tach. Allof her, that is out of doore, moft rich: 
 If the be furnifh’d with amind fo rare, 
 She isalone th’Arabian-Bird ; and I 
 Have loftthe wager. Boldneffle be my Friend : 
 Arme me Audacity from head to foote, 
 Or like the Parthian I fhall flying fight, 
 Rather direétly flye. 
 
 Imogen reads. 
 
 He is one of the Noble? note, to whofe kindnelfes 1 am moft in~ 
 finitely tyed. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you valus your 
 truff. Leonas ns. 
 So farre I reade aloud, 
 But even the very middle of my heart 
 1s warm’dby’th’reft, and take itthankefully, 
 You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as! 
 Have words to bid you, and fhall finde it fo 
 Inall-thar I can doe. 
 
 Tach, Thankes faireft Lady : 
 
 What are men nad ? Hath Nature given them eyes 
 To fee this valuted Arch, and the rich Crop 
 
 Of Sea, and Land, which can diftinguih twixt 
 The firy Orbes above, and thetwinn’d Stones 
 Vponthe number’d Beach, and can wenot 
 
 Partition make with Spectales fo pretious 
 
 Twixt faire, and fonle 2 
 
 lam. What makes your admiration ? 
 
 Tach. It cannotbe ith’eye : For Apes, and Monkeyes 
 Twixttwo {uch Shes, would chatter this way, and 
 Contemne with mowes the other. Nor ithjudgéement : 
 For Idiots in this cafe of fanour, would 
 Be wifely definit : Nor ith Appetite. 
 
 Sluttery to fuch neate Excellence, oppos’d 
 Should make defire vomit emptineffe, 
 Not fo allur’d to feed. 
 
 Imo. W hat is the matter trow ? 
 
 Tach. The Cloyed will : : 
 | That fatiate yct unfatisfi'd defire, that Tub 
 Both fill’d and running : Ravening firft the Lambe, 
 Longs after for the Garbage. 
 
 Imo. What, deere Sir, 
 
 Thus rap’s you? Are you well? 
 
 —A 
 
 The Tragedy of Grmbeline. 
 
 A AS RS EE LE ae ae EER EMINENT GK CR 
 
 Defire my Mans abode, where I did leave him: 
 Hes ftrange and peevith. 
 
 To give h m welcome. 
 
 His health befeech you? 
 
 So merry, and fo gamefome: he is calld 
 The Britaine Reveller- 
 
 Tach. Thankes Madam, well: Befeech you Sir; 
 
 Pifa. | was going Sir, 
 Imo, Continues well my Lord? 
 
 Jach. Well, Madam. 
 Imo. Ishedifpos'd to mirth? Ihopeheis. 
 Tach. Exceeding pleafant : none a ftranger there, 
 
 imo. When he was heere 
 He did incline to fadneffe, and oft times 
 Not knowing why. 
 
 Tach. \ never faw him fad, 
 There isa Frenchman his Companion, one 
 Aneminent Monficur, that it feemes much loves 
 A Gallian-Girle at home. He furnaces 
 The thicke fides from him ; whiles the iolly Britaine; 
 (Your Lord J meane) laughes froms free lungs: criesoh, 
 Can my fides hold, to thinke that man who knowes — 
 By Hiftory, Report, or his owne proote 
 What woman is, yea what fhe cannot choofe 
 But mutt be: wills free houres languifh, 
 For aflured bondage ? 
 
 /mo. Willmy Lord fay fo? 
 
 Jach. 1 Madam, with hiseyes in flood with laughter, 
 It isa Recreation to be by 
 And heare him mocke the Frenchman? 5 
 But heav ns know fome men aremuch too blame. 
 
 Imo. Not he! hope. 
 . Tach. Not he: 
 But yet heavens bounty towards him, might 
 Be us’d more thankfully. In himfelfe tis muchs 
 In you which I account his beyond all Talentss 
 Whiiit Iam beund to wonder, Iam bound 
 Topitty too. 
 
 Imo. What dee you pitty Sir? 
 
 Jach. Two Creatures heartily. 
 
 fmo. Am4I one Sir ? 
 You looke on me : what wracke difcerne you inme 
 Deferves your pitty ? 
 
 Tach. Lamentable : what | 
 To hide me from the radiant Sun, and folace 
 Ith Dungeon by a Snaffe? 
 
 Imo, | pray youSir, 
 Deliver with more openneffe your anfweres 
 To my demands, Why doeyou pitty me? 
 
 ach. That others doe 
 (I wasabout to fay) enjoy your——but, 
 
 It is an office of the gods to vengeit, _ 
 Not mine to {peake ont. 
 
 Imo. You doe feemeto know - 
 Something of me, or what concernes me $ pray you 
 Since doubting things goe ill; often hurts more 
 Then to be fure they doe. For Certainties — 
 
 Either are paft remedies ; or timely knowing, . 
 The remedy thenborne. Difcover to me 
 What both you fpur and ftop. 
 
 Tach. Had I this checke 
 To bathe my lips upon ; this hand, whofe touch, 
 (Whofeevery touch) would force the feelers foule 
 To th’oath of Loyalty. This object,which: 
 Takes prifoner the wild motion of mine eye, 
 Fixing it onely here, fhoutd I (damnd then) Goa 
 
— 
 
 Slaver with lippes as common as the ftaires 
 That mount the Capitoll : loyne gripes, with hands 
 Made hard with hourely falfhood (falfhood as 
 With labour : ) then by peeping in an eye 
 Bafe and illuftrious as the {moaky light 
 Thats fed with ftinking Tallow : it were fit 
 That all the plagues of hell fhouldat one time 
 Encounter fuch revolt. 
 Imo. My Lord, I feare 
 Has forgot Brittaine. 
 Tach. And himfelfe, not I 
 Inclin’d to this intelligence, pronounce 
 The Beggery of his change : but tis your Graces 
 That from my muteft Confcience, tomy tongue, 
 Charmes this report out. 
 Imo. Let me heare no more. 
 lach. © deereft Soule:your Caufe doth ftrike my heart 
 With pitcy, that dothymake me ficke. A Lady 
 So faire, and faften’d to an Empery 
 Would make the greatft King double, to be partner’d 
 With Tomboyes byr'd, with that felfe-exhibition 
 Which your owne Coffers yeeld ; with difeas’d ventures 
 That play withall infirmities for Gold, .. 
 Which rottenneffe can lend Nature, Such boy!'d finffe 
 As well might poyfon Poyfon- Be reveng dy 
 Or fhe that bore you. was no Queene, and you 
 Recoyle from_your great Stocke. 
 Imo. Reveng'd: 
 How thould Ibe reveng’d ? if this be true, 
 (As I have fucha heart, that both mine ¢ares 
 Muit not io hafte abufe ) if it be true, 
 How fhould I be reveng’d? 
 Lach. Should he make me 
 Live like Diana’s Prie(t, betwixt cold fheets; 
 Whiles he is valting variable Rampes 
 In your defpight, upon your purfe : revenge it. 
 I dedicate my felfe to, your fweet pleafure, 
 More Noble then that runnagate to your bed, 
 And will continue faft to your Affection, 
 Stillclofe, as {ures : 
 Ineo. W hat hoa; Pi/anso ? 
 Jach. Let me my fervice tender on your lippese _ 
 Imo. Away, 1 doe condemne mine cares, that have 
 So long attended thee, If thou wert honourable 
 Thou wouldit have told this tale for Vertue, not 
 For fiach an end thou {eck’it as bafe, as {trange : 
 Thou wrongfta Gentleman, who isas farre 
 From thy repost,as thou from honor :and 
 Solicitft heerea Lady, that difdaines 
 Thee, and the Divell alikee W hat hoa, Psfaxto ? 
 The King my father fhall be made acquainted 
 Of thy Affault : if he (hall thinke it fit, 
 A fawcy Stranger in hts Court, to Mart 
 Asina Romith Stew, and to expoun 
 His beaftly mindeto us; he hatha Cour® , 
 He little cares for, anda Danghter,whom 
 He not refpects atall. What hoa, Pifanie ? 
 Tach. O happy Leonatus I may fay, 
 The credit that thy Lady hath of thee 
 Defervesthy truft, and thy moft perfeét goodneffe 
 Her aflar’d credit, Bleffed liue you long, 
 A Lady tothe worthieft Sir, that ever 
 Country call'd his; and you his Miftris, onely 
 For the moft worthieft fit. Give me your pardon. 
 Thave {poke this to know if your Affiance 
 Were deepely rooted, and {hall make your Lord, 
 
 TZ he Tragedy of (ymbeline. : 395 
 
 | That which he is, new ore; and he is one 
 The trueft manner’d : fucha holy Witch, 
 That he enchants Societies inte him : 
 Halfe all mens hearts are his. 
 /mo. You make amends. 
 lech, He {its mongit men, like a defcended god 
 He hath a kinde of honor fets bim off, 
 More thena mortall feeming., Be not angry 
 (Moft mighty Princefle) that 1 have adventur'd 
 To try your taking of a falfereporty which hath 
 
 Inthe election of a Sir, fo rare- 
 Which youknow, cannot erre. The love I beare him, 
 Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made yeu 
 (Volikeall others) chaffelefle. Pray your pardon. 
 
 Imo, Alls well Sir : 
 Take|my powre ith’Court for yours. 
 
 Lach. My humble thankes: I had almoft forgot 
 
 T intreac your Grace, but in'a {mall requeft, 
 And yet of moment too, for it concernes, 
 Your Lord, my felfe, and other Noble friends 
 
 Are partners in the bufineffes 
 
 Imo. Pray what ist? . 
 
 Jach. Some dozen Romanes of us, and your Lord 
 (The beft feather of our wing) have mingled fummes 
 To bay aPrefent for the Emperor : 
 
 Which I (the factor for thereft) have done 
 In France : tis Plate of raredevice, and Iewels 
 Of rich, and exquilite forme, their valewes great, 
 And 1am fomething curious, being ftrange, 
 To have them in fafe ftowage : May it pleafe yon 
 Totake them in protection. 
 
 Imo. Willingly : 
 And pawse mine honos for their fafty,, fince 
 My Lord hath intere(tin them, 1 will kepethem 
 Inmy Bed chamber: 
 
 Jah. They are ina Tronke 
 Attended by my men: I willmake bold 
 To {end them to you, onely for this night < 
 | I muft aboord to morrow, 
 
 Imo. Ono,no. 
 
 lach. Yes 1 befeech: or I hall fhort my word: 
 By length’ning my returne. From Gallia, 
 
 I croft theScas on purpofe, and on promife 
 To fee your Grace. 
 
 Ime, { thanke you for your paines : 
 But not away to morrowe 
 
 Tach. O I muft Madam. , 
 Therefore I fhallbefeech you, if you pleafe 
 To greet your Lord with writing, doo’t to night, 
 L have out-ftood my time, which is materiall 
 To'th’tender of our Prefent. 
 
 Imo, Iwill write + co iblicras 
 Send your Trunke to me, it fhall fafe be kept, 
 
 And truely yeelded you : you're very welcome. Fxeunt: | 
 
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 oA dus Secundus. Scena Prima. 
 ee | 
 t 
 
 Enter Clotten,and the swe Lords. 
 
 (lot. Wasthereever man had fuch lucke ? when Lkift 
 the Iacke upon an up-caft,to be hitaway? Thad a hun- 
 dred pound on’t; and then a whorfon Iacke-an-Apes, ; 
 
 ~ putt | 
 
 Honour’d with confirmation your great Judgement, iq 
 
© ee 
 
 396 
 
 mufttake me up for fwearing, as if I]borrowed mine 
 oathes of him, and might aot {pend them at my pleafure. 
 
 I What got he by that? you have broke his pate with 
 your Bowle. rae 
 
 2 If hiswit had bin like himthat broke it: it would 
 have runall ont. ape 
 
 Clot. Whena Gentlemanis difpos’d to {weare: it is 
 notfor any ftanders by to curtall his oathes. Ha? 
 
 2 No my Lord ; norcrop the eares of them. 
 
 (lot. Whorfondog: I give him fatisfaction ? would 
 he had bin one of my Ranke. 
 
 2 Tohave {mell’dlike a Foole. 
 
 Clot. Yam not vext more at any thing tin threarth: a 
 poxon’t. I had rather not be fo Noble as I am: they dare 
 not fight with me, becaufe of the Queene my Mother : 
 every Iacke-Slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I 
 muft goe up anddowne likea Cocke, that no body can 
 match. 
 
 2 You are Cockeand Capon too,and you crow Cocke, 
 with your combe on. 
 
 Clot. Sayett thou? 
 
 2 Itisnot fit yon Lordfhip fhould undertake every 
 Companion, that you give offence to. 
 
 Clot. No, know that but it isfitl fhould commit 
 offence to my inferiors. . 
 
 2 I, it is fit for your Lordfhip onely. 
 
 Cht. Why fo I fay. 
 
 1 Did you heare of aStranger thats cometo Court to 
 night ? 
 
 Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on’t? 
 
 _ 2 Hesaftrange fellow himfelfe, and knowesit not. 
 
 I Theresan Italian come, and tis though one of Leona- 
 rus friendes. 
 
 Clot. Leonatus? A baniflit Rafeall; and he’s another. 
 whatfoever he be. Whotold you of this Stranger ? 
 
 1 One of your Lordthips Pages. 
 
 Clot. Is it fit went tolooke upon him ? Is there no 
 derogation in't ? 
 
 2 Youcannot derogate my Lord, 
 
 Clot,. Not cafily I thinke. 
 
 2 You area Foole granted, therefore your Iflues being 
 foolith doe not derogate. 
 
 Clot. Come; lle goe fee this Italian: what I have loft 
 to day at Bowles, lle winne tonight of him, Come: go. 
 
 2 Ile attend your Lordfhip. Exit. 
 That fucha crafty Divell as is his Mother 
 Should yeild the world this Affe 4 woman, that 
 Beares all downe with her Braine, atid this her Sonne; 
 Cannot take twofromtwenty for his heart, 
 
 And leave eighteene. Alas poore Princeffe, 
 
 Thou divine Jmogen, whatthou endur't, 
 
 Betwixta Father by thy Step-damé govern’d, 
 
 A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer, 
 
 More hatefullthen the foule expulfion is 
 
 Ofthy deere husband, ‘Thenthat horrid A@ 
 
 Of the divorce,he'ld make the heavens hold firme 
 
 | The wallsof thy deere honor. Keepe unfhak’d 
 
 ‘phat Temple thy faire mind, that thou maift ftaid . 
 T enjoy thy banifh’d Lord : and this great Land. Exeunt. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Exter Imogen, in her Bed, anda Lady, 
 Tmo, Nhos there? My woman: Helene? 
 Za, Pleafe you Madam, ot aed 
 “Imo. What houre is it ? 
 
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 The Tragedy of Gmbeline. 
 
 ; Se = 2 APSA ST . : : _ - . — 
 
 Lad. Almoft midnight, Madam. 
 Imo. 1 have read three houres then: 
 Mine eyes are weake, 
 Fold downe theleafe where I have left : tobed. 
 Take not away the Taper, leave it burning : 
 And if thou canft awake by foure o’th’clocke, 
 Iprethce call me Sleepe hath feiz’d me wholly. 
 To your protection I commend me, gods, 
 From Fayries, andthe Tempters of the night, 
 Guard me befeech yee. Sleepes. 
 Lachimo from the Tranke, 
 Tach, The Crickets fing, and mans ore-labor'd fenfe) 
 Repaires it {elfe by reft: Our Zarguinethus 
 Did foftly preffe the Ruthes, ere he waken’d 
 The Chaftity he wounded. (jtberea, 
 How bravely thou becomft thy Bed ; freth Lilly, 
 And whiter then the Sheets : that I might touch, 
 But kiffe, one kiffe, Rubies unparagon‘d, 
 How deerely they do’t : Tis her breathing that 
 Perfumes the Chamber thus : the fame oth’Taper_ - 
 Bowes toward her, and would under-peepe her lids, 
 To fee th’inclofed Lights, now Canopied 
 Vnder-the windowes, White and Azure lactd 
 With Blew of heavens owne tinét, But my defigne. 
 To note the Chamber, I will write ali downe; 
 Such, and fuch pictures : There the window, fuch 
 Th’adornement of her Bed ; the Arras, Figures, 
 Why fuch, and fuch : andthe Contents oth’Story.” 
 Ah, but fofhenaturall notes about her Body, 
 Above ten thoufand meaner Moveables 
 Would teftifie,t’enrich mine Inventory. 
 O fleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull upon her, 
 And be her Senfe but as a Monument, sc 
 Thusin a Chappell lying. Come off, come of} 
 As flippery as the Gordian-knot was hard. «~~ 
 Tis mine,and this will witnefe outwardly, 
 As ftrongly asthe Confcience do’s within; °~ ” 
 To th’aradding of her Lord. Ow her left breft ~/” 
 A mole Cinque-fpotted : Like the Crimfon drops 
 ’th bottome of a Cowflippe. Heeres a Voucher, 
 Stronger then ever Law could'titake : this Secret 
 Will force him thinke I have pick’d thé locke, and rane 
 The treafure of her honor: No more : to whatend ? 
 Why should I write thisdowne,thats riveteds, 
 Screw’d tomy memory. She hath bin reading late, 
 The Tale of Terew, heare the leafes turn’d downe 
 Where Philomele'gave up. I have enough, 
 Toth Truncke againe, and thut'the {pring of it, 
 Swift, {wift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning 
 May bearethe Ravens eye : I iodge in feare, 
 Though this a heavenly Angell; hell is heere. 
 (Locke Strikes, 
 
 One, two, three : time, time. Exit. 
 
 4 
 
 Scena T ertia. | 
 
 Enter ( lotten,and Lords. oi 
 t Your Lordfhip isthe moft patient man in Ioffe, the 3 
 moft coldeft that turn’d up Ace. E 
 Clot, It would make any man cold to loofer pie 
 
 1 Butnot every man patient after the noble temper of @ 
 your Lordthip'; You are moft hot,and furiouswhen you} 
 winne. : f 
 
 Clos. 
 
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 ea a a a ara re en 
 
 L be Tragedy of ( ymbeline. 
 
 Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get 
 this foolifh Jmogen, I fhould have Gold enough: its al- 
 moft morning, is't not ? 
 
 a Day,my Lord, 
 
 Chr. I would this Muficke would comie : I am advifed 
 to give her Mufickea mornings, they fay it will pene- 
 trate. Enter Mufitians.! 
 
 | Come on, tune : if youcan penetrate here with your fin- 
 
 gering,fo:we'll try with tongue too : if none will doe, let 
 
 her remaine : but Ile never giveo’re. Firft,a very excel- 
 
 lent good conceited thing ; after a wonderfull {weet aire, 
 
 es admirable rich words to it, andthen let her confi- 
 1 
 
 Song: 
 Hearke, bearke, the Larke at Bests gate fings, 
 and Phebus gins ari[e, 
 Hiss Steeds to water at thofe Springs 
 on chalic'd Flowers that lyes * 
 And winking Ad ary-buds begin to ope their G olden eyes 
 With every thing that pretty 2, my Lady [weet arife : 
 eArife, arifes 
 
 So, get you gone: if thispenetrate, I will confider yout 
 Muticke the better: if it do not, it isa voyce in her cares 
 } which Horfe-haires,and Calves-guts, nor the voyce of 
 unpaved Eunuch to boot, can never amend. 
 Enter Cymbeline,and Dueene. 
 2 Heere comes the King. 
 Clot. 1am glad I was up fo late, for thats the reafon 
 I was upioearely : he eannot choofe but take this Ser- 
 vice I have done, fatherly, Good morrow to your Ma- 
 jefty, and to my gracious Mother. 
 Cym. Attendyou herethedoore of our ftern daughter 
 Will fhe not forth? 
 Clot. i have affail’d her with Mafickes, but fhe veuch- 
 fafes no notice. 
 Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new- 
 She hath not yet forgot him, fome more time 
 Mutt weare the print of his remembrance outs 
 - And then fhe’s yours. 
 Que You are mot bound to’th’King, 
 Who lets goe by no vantages, that may 
 Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your felfe 
 Toorderly folicits, and befriended — 
 With aptneffe of the {eafon : make denials 
 Encreafe your Services: fo feeme, asif 
 You were infpir’d to doe rhofe duties which 
 You tender to her : that youinallobcy her, 
 Save when command to your difmiflion tends; 
 And therein you are fenfeleffe. 
 Clot. Senfeleffe ? Not fo. 
 Mef. So like you (Sir) Ambaffadors fr from Rome 5 
 The one is (ains Lucius- 
 Cym. A worthy Fellow, 
 Albeit he comes on angry purpofenow ; 
 Burthat’s no fault ofhis : we muft receive him 
 
 a 
 i 
 
 < 
 
 f According to the honor of his Sender, 
 Andtowards himfelfe, his gocdnefle fore-{pent on us 
 Wemutt extend our notice : Our deere Sonne, 
 4: When you have given good morning to your Miftris,’ 
 Attend the Queene, and us, we fhall have need 
 if T’employ you towards this Romane. 
 y Come our Queenes Exeunt. 
 . Clot. If fhe be np, Me fpeake with her : ifnot, 
 Let her lye fill, and dreame : by your leave hoa, 
 ff) 1 know her women are about her : what 
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 397 
 If I doe line one of their hands, tis gold 
 Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea and makes 
 Diana’s Rangers falfe themfelves, yeeld up 
 Their Deere to’th’ftand o’th Stealer : and tis gold 
 Which makes the True-man kill’d, and faves the Theefe : 
 Nay, fometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man : what 
 Can it not doe, and undoo ? I will make 
 One ot her women Lawyer to me,for 
 I yet not underftand the cafe my felfe. 
 By your leave. 
 
 Knoches, 
 
 Enter a Lady. 
 
 Lad. Who's there that kfiockes? 
 
 Cle, A Gentleman. 
 
 Lad. Nomore, 
 
 Clot, Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne. 
 
 Lad, Thats more 
 Then {ome whofe Taylors are as deere as yours, 
 Can juitly boaft of ; whats your Lordfhips pleafure ? 
 
 Clot. Your Ladies perfon, is fhe ready? 
 
 Lad. 1,to keepe her Chamber. 
 
 Céor. There is gold for you, 
 Sell me your good report: 
 
 Lad. How my good name? or to report of you 
 What I fhalithinke is good. The Princeffe. 
 
 Enter Imogen. 
 
 Clot, Good morrow faireft, Sifter your fweet hand. 
 Imo. Good morrow Sir, youlay out too much paines 
 
 For purchafing but trouble : thethankes I give, 
 
 Istelling you that 1 am poore of thankes, 
 
 And {carfe can {pare them. 
 (lot. Still I {weare I love you. 
 | dmo. If you but faid fo, twereas deepe with me: 
 If you fweare {till, your recompence is {till 
 That I regard it nor. 
 
 Clot. This isno anfwer. 3 
 
 Ime. But that you fhall not fay, I yeeld being filent, 
 I would not {peake. I pray youfpare me,faith 
 I hall unfold equall difcourtefie 
 To your bett kindnefie : one of your great knowing 
 Should learne (being taught) forbearance. 
 
 Clot. To leave you in your madneffe, twere my finne, 
 
 I will not. 
 | Jmo, Foolesare not mad folkes. 
 
 (tet. Doe you call me foole? 
 Imo, As Tam mad I doe: 
 If you'll be patient, Ile no more be mad, 
 That cures us beth. Iam much forry (Sir) 
 You put me to forgeta Ladies manners 
 By being fo verbail : and tearne now, for all, 
 That I which know my heart, doe heere pronounce 
 By th’very truth ofit, [care not for you, 
 And am fo neere the lacke of Charity 
 Toaccufe my felfe, I hace you: which I had rather 
 Yon felt, then make’c my boatt. 
 Clot. You finue againtt 
 Obedience, which you owe your father, for 
 The Contract you pretend with that bafe Wretch; 
 One, bred of Almes, and fofter’d with cold difhes) 
 With fcraps oth’Court : Teis no Contract, none ; 
 And though it be aliowed in meaner parties 
 (Yet who then he more meane) to knit their fonles 
 (On whom there isno more dependancy 
 But Brats and Beggery) in felfe-figur'd knot, 
 Yet youare curb’d from that enlargement, by 
 
 The 
 
398 The Tragedy of Gmbeline. 
 
 | 
 
 The confequence oth’Crowne, and muff not foyle 
 The preciousnote of it ; with a bafe Slave, 
 A Hilding for a Livory, a Squires Cloth, 
 A Pantler ; not fo eminent. 
 
 Imo. Prophane Fellow : 
 Wert thou the Sonne of /wpiter,and po more, 
 But what thou art befides : thou wer’t too bale; 
 Tobe hisGroome : thou wer’t dignified enough 
 Even to the point of Envy, Iftweremade 
 Comparative for your Vertues, to be ftil'd 
 The urider Hangman of his Kingdome ; and hated 
 For being prefer’d fo well. 
 
 Clot, The South-Fog rot him. 
 
 Imo. He never can mecte more mifchance, then come 
 
 To be but nam’d of thee. His meaneft Garment 
 
 That ever hath but clipt his body , is dearer 
 
 In my refpeét, then all the haires above thee, — 
 
 Were they all made fuch men : How now Psfanso? 
 Enter Pifanio. 
 
 Clot. His Garment ? Now thedivell. 
 
 Imo. To Dorothy my woman hyethee prefently. 
 
 Clot. His Garment? 
 
 Imz. Lam fprighted with a Foole, 
 Frighted, andangred worfe: Goe bid my woman 
 Search for a lewell, that too cafually 
 Hath left mine Arme : it was thy Mafters- Shrew me 
 If I would lofe it for a Revenew, 
 
 Of any Kings in Europe. 1 doe thinke, 
 I faw’t this morning : Confident I am. 
 Laltnight twas on mine Arme: I kifsd it, 
 I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord 
 That I kiffe aught but him. 
 
 Pifa. Twillnotbe lofte . 
 
 Imo. 1 hope fo : goe and fearch. 
 
 Cht. You have abus'd me: 
 His meaneft Garment? 
 
 Imo. 1, | {aid fo Sir, 
 
 Ifyou will make’r an Action, call witnefle to’t. - 
 
 Chet. I wiilenforme your Father. 
 
 Imo. Your Mother too: 
 
 - Shes my good Lady ; and will conceive, I hope 
 But the worft of me. Sol leave your Sir, 
 
 To'th’worft of difcontents Exit. 
 
 Clot. Ile bereveng’d : 
 
 His meaneft Garment? Well. Exit. 
 
 Scena Quarta. 
 
 Exter Pofthumus, and Philario. 
 
 Poff. Feare it not Sir : 1 would! were fo fare 
 Towinne the King, as I am boid, her honour 
 Will remaine hers. 
 
 Phil. What meanes doe you make to him ?. 
 
 Poff. Notany : bur abide the change of Time, 
 Quake in the pretent.winters fate, and with 
 
 That warmer dayes would come : Inthefe fear’d hopes 
 
 I barely grarifie your love; they fayling 
 I muft dye mach your debtor. 
 
 Phil. Your very goodnefle, and your company, 3 
 
 Ore payesall I candoe.. By this your King, 
 - Hath heard of Great Augustus : Cains Lucius, 
 _ Will do's Commitfion throughly. And I thinke 
 
 Hee’le grant the Tribute : fend th’ Arrerages, 
 Or looke upon our Romanes; whofe remembranee 
 Is yet freth in their griefe. 
 
 Post. I doe beleeve 
 (Starift though 1 am none, nor like to be) 
 That this will provea Warre ;and you fhall heare 
 The Legion now in Gallia, fooner landed 
 Tr our not-fearing-Britaine, then have tydings 
 Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen 
 Are men more order d then when /ulins Cafar 
 
 Smil’d at their lacke of skill, but found their courage 
 
 Worthy his frowningat. Their difcipline, 
 
 (Now mingled with theiz courages) will make knowne 
 
 To their Approvers, they are,People, fuch 
 That mend upon the world. Enter lachimo. 
 Phil. See lachimo. 
 
 Poff. The {wiftett harts, have pofted you by land 5 
 
 And Windes of all the Corners kifs’d your Sail¢ss 
 Tomake your veffell nimble. 
 Phil. Welcome Sir. 
 
 Poft. I hope the briefeneffe of your anfwer, made 
 
 The {peedineffe of your returne. 
 Tach. Your Lady, ; 
 Is one of the feyreft that Lhavelook’dupon 
 Poff. And therewithall the beft, or let her beanty 
 Looke thorovgha Cafement to allure falfe hearts, 
 And be falfe withthem. 
 Jach.. Heereare Letters for you: j 
 Poft. Their tenure good I truft. 
 lach. Tisvery like. : : 
 Poft. Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court, 
 When you were there ? . 
 Tach, He was expectedthen, 
 Bat not approach‘d. 
 Poff. Allis well yet, ! 
 Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, Or is’t not 
 Too dull for your good wearing? 
 ach. If Thave loft it, 
 I thould haveloft the worth of it in Gold, 
 Ile make a journey twice asfarre, enjoy 
 A fecond night of fuch tweet fhortnefle, which 
 Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonnte 
 Poft. The Sones too hard to come by- * 
 Tach, Not awhit, 
 Your Lady being fo eafie. 
 Post, Make not Sir, 
 Your loffe, your Sport : I hope you know that we 
 Mutt not continue friends. 
 lach. Good Sir, we muft 
 If you keepe Covenant + had I not brought 
 The knowledgeof your Miflris home, 1 grant 
 We were to queftion farther ; but Inow 
 Profeffe my felfe the winner of her honor, 
 Together with your Ring ; and not the wronges 
 Of her, or you, having proceeded but 
 By both your willes, 
 Poff. If you can mak’t apparant 
 That you have tafted her in Bed ; my hand, 
 And Ring is yours. Ifnot,the foule opinion 
 You had of her pure honor ; gaines,or loofes, 
 Your Sword, or mine, or Mafterleffe leave both 
 -Towho fhall finde them, 
 Tach. Sir, my Circumftances 
 Being fo nerethe truth, as I will makethem, 
 Mutt firft induce yon to beleeve : whofe ftrength 
 I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not 
 
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 You'll give me leave to {pare, when you shall finde 
 You neede it not, 
 Poff. Proceéd. 
 dach. Firft , ber Bed-chamber 
 (Where I confefte | lept not, but profeffe 
 Had that was well worth watching) it was hang’d 
 Nith Tapiftry of Silke, and Silver, the Story 
 Proud Cleopatra; when fhe met her Roman; 
 And Cidens {well’d above the Bankes, ox for 
 The preffe of Boates, or Pride: A peece of Worke 
 So bravely done, fo rich, that it did ftrive 
 In Workemanthip,and Value, which I wonder'd 
 Could be fo rarely, and exactly wrought 
 Since the true life en’t was———~ 
 Post. This is true: 
 And this you might have Heard of heere, by me; 
 Or by fome other. 
 Tach, Moreparticulars 
 Mott juftifie my knowledge- 
 Poff. So they muff, 
 
 The Tragedy of (.ymbeline. 
 
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 Who knowes if one of het women, being corrupted 
 Hath ftolne ic from her. 
 Post. Very true, 
 And fo I hope he came by’t : backe my Ring; 
 | Render to me fome corporall figne about her 
 
 Ti -f a t ‘ r 2 : z - ~ 
 | Tis true, nay keepe the Ring ; tis true : I am fure 
 
 | She would not foofe it : her Attendants are 
 
 | All {worne, and honorable : they indue’d to fteale it ? 
 And by a Stranger ? No, he hath enjoy’d her, 
 
 The Cognifanee of her incoatinency 
 
 Is this:{he hath bought the name of Whore,thus deerely 
 There, take thy hyre, and all the fiends of hell 
 
 | Divide themfelves betweene-you . 
 
 Phil. Six, be patient : 
 
 | Thisis not ftrong enongh te be beleev’d 
 
 Of one perfwaded well of. 
 Poft. Never talke on’t : 
 
 Or doe your Honour injury. 
 Tach. The Chimney ; 
 Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-peece 
 Chafte Diaz, bathing : never faw I figures 
 So likely to report themfelves ; the Cutter 
 Wasas anothér Nature dumbe, out-went her, 
 Matign, and Breath left out. ‘ 
 Poft. Thisis a thing 
 
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 ‘ Which you might from Relation likewife reape, 
 
 Being, as it is, much {poke of. 
 
 Tach. The Roofe o'th’Chamber, 
 With golden Cherubins is fretted, Her Andirons 
 (I had forgot them ) were two winking Cupids 
 Of Silver, each on one foote ftanding, nicely 
 Depending on their Brands. 
 
 Poff. Thisis her honor + wie 
 Let it be granted you have feene allthis (and praife 
 Be givento your remembrance) the defcription 
 Of what is in her Chamber, nothing faves 
 The wager you have laid. 
 
 ach. Then if you¢an fea 
 Be pale, I begge but leave to ayre this Teweil : See, 
 And now tis up againe + it muftbe married 
 Tothat your Diamond, Ile keepe them. 
 
 Poff. love—— 
 
 Once morelet me behold it : Is it that 
 Which I left with her ? 
 
 Tach. Sir (I thanke her) that 
 She ftrint it from ‘her Arme : Hee her yet 
 Her pretty Action, did out-felther gutft, 
 
 And yet enricl’d it too : fhe gave it me, 
 
 } And faid, fhe priz’d it once- 
 
 Poft. May be, fhe pluckdit off 
 To fend it me one 
 lach. She writes foto you? doth fhe? 
 Pos#.:.O no, no, no, tis trues Heere, take this too, 
 It isa Bafiliske unto mine eye, 
 
 _Killesme to looke on’t : Let there be no Honors 
 
 Where there is beauty : ruth, where femblance : Love, 
 Where theres another man. The Vowes of Women, 
 Ofno more bondage be, to where they are made, 
 
 Then they are totheir Vertucs, whichis nothiug : 
 
 O, above meafure falfe. . 
 Phil, Have patience Sir, — 
 
 And take your Ring againe, tis not yet wonhe $ 
 
 It may be probable fhe loft ir: or 
 
 More evident then this ; for this wat ftole. 
 | ach. By Inpiter, I had ic from her Arme. 
 | Post. Hearke you, he {weares : by lupiter he fwearese 
 
 : That I thonght her 
 
 She hath bin colted by him. 
 
 Tach. If you feeke 
 For further fatisfying; under her Breaft 
 (Worthy her preffing) lyesa Mole, right proud 
 Of that moft delicate Lodging. By my life 
 [kift it, and itgave me prefent hunger 
 To feede againe, though full, Youdoe remember 
 This ftaine upon her ? 
 
 Poft. I, and it doth confirme 
 Another ftaine, as bigge as Helfcan hold, 
 Were there no more but it. 
 
 Tach. Will you heare more ? 
 
 Poff. Spare your Arithmeticke, 
 Never countthe Turnes: Once, anda Million, 
 
 Tach. lle be {worne. 
 
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 Poff. No {wearing : 
 Ifyou will fweare you have not done’r, youlye; 
 And I will kill thee ifthon doft deny 
 Thou’ft made me Cuckold. 
 Iach, Me deny nothing. 
 Poft. Orhat I had her heere,to teare her Limb-meale ; 
 I willgoe there and doo’t, ith’ Court, before 
 Her father. Ile doe fomething. Exit. 
 Phil. Quite befides. 
 The goverment of Patience. You have wonne : 
 Lets follow him, and pervert. the prefent wrath 
 
 He hathagainft himfelfe. 
 Tach. With all my heart. Exeunt. 
 Enter P oft hums. 
 
 Poft. Is there no way for Men tobe, but Wemen 
 Mutt be halfe-workers ? We are all Baftards, 
 Andthat moft venerabie man, which I 
 Dih call my father, was, I know not where 
 When I was ftampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles 
 Made me a counterfeit : yet my Mother feem’d 
 The Dian of that time : fodoth my Wife 
 The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance! 
 Me of my lawfull pleafure fhe reftrain’d, 
 
 And pray’dme oft forbearance : did.it with 
 A pudency fo Rofie, the {weet view on't 
 Might well have warm’d old Saturne ; 
 
 AsChafte,asan-Sunn’d Snow. Oh, all the divels! 
 This yellow Jachimo in an houre, was't not? 
 
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 The Tragedy of Gmbeline. 
 
 Or leffes at firit 2 Perchance he {poke not, bur. 
 
 Like a fall Acorn’d Boare,alarmenon, 
 
 Cry’de ob,and mounted , found ne eppofition 
 
 But what he look’d for, fhould oppote, and fhe 
 
 Should from encounter guard. Could I find out 
 
 The Womans partin me, for theres no motion 
 
 That tends to vice in man, but | aifirme — 
 
 Itisthe Womans part : be it Lying, note it, 
 
 The womans : Flattering, hers: deceiving, hers: 
 
 Luft, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers : Revenges hers + 
 
 Ambitions, Covetings, change of Prides, Difdaine, 
 
 Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability : 
 
 All faults that may be named, nay, that Hell knowes, — 
 
 Why hers,in part, or al! : but rather all. For even to Vice 
 
 They are not conftant, but are changing {till ; 
 
 One Vice, but of 2 minute old, for one 
 
 Nothalfe fo old asthat. Ie write againft them, 
 
 Dete’t them, curfe them :.yertis greater Skill 
 
 In a true Hate, to pray they haye their will : 
 
 The very Divels cannot plaguethem better. = 
 bat. 
 
 eA tus Tertius. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter in State, Cymbeline, Oucens, Clotten, and Lords at 
 one doore, and at another, Caius, Lucius, 
 and Attendants. 
 
 Cym. Now fay, what would AugufFuss (far with us? 
 Luc. When lulins Cefar (whofe remembrance yet 
 Lives in mens eyes,and will to Eares and Tongues 
 Be Theame, and hearing ever (was in this Britaine, 
 And Conquer'dit, Ca/fibelan thine Vnkle 
 (Famous in Cefars prayfes, no whit lefle 
 Then in his Feats deferving it) for him, 
 And his Succeffion; granted Rome a Tribute, 
 Yeerely three thoufand pounds ; which (by thee) lately 
 Is left untender d. 
 se. And to killthe mervaile, 
 Shall be {0 ever. 
 Clot. There be many Cafars, 
 Ere {uch another Ja/ius : Britasne’s a world 
 By itielfe, and we will nothing pay 
 For wearing our owne Noles. 
 Duee. That opportunity 
 Which then they had to take from’s, to refume 
 We have againe. Remember Sir, my Liege, 
 The Kings your Anceftors, together with 
 The Naturall bravery of your Ifle, which ftands 
 As Neptunes Parke, ribb’d, and pal’din 
 With Oakes unskaleable, and roaring Waters, 
 With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates 
 But fucke them up to’th’Top-maft. A kind of Congueft 
 Cefarsmade heere, but made not heere his bragge 
 Of Came, and Saw, and Overcome : with fhame 
 _ (The firft that ever touch’d him) he was carried 
 From off our Coatft, twice beaten ? and his Shipping 
 (Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas. 
 Like Egge-{hels, mov’d upon their Surges crack’d 
 As cafily gainft our Rockes. For joy whereof, 
 The fam’d Ca/fibelan, who was once at point 
 (Oh giglet Fortune) to mafter Cefars Sword, 
 _ Made Luds-Towne with rejoycing Fives bright, 
 
 And Brittaines {trut with Courage, - i 
 | (let. Come, theresno more Tribute to be paid? our 
 Kingdome is fironger then it was at that time; and (asI 
 | {aid) there isno more fuch(</ars, other of them may 
 | have crook’d Nofes, but to owe fuch ftraite Armes, none. 
 Cym. Son; lét your Mother end. 
 (“t. We have yet many among us, can gripe as hard 
 as Caffibelan. 1 doe not fay I amore : but{ have a hand, 
 Why fribute ? Why fhould we pay Tribute? If Cafar | 
 
 can hidethe Sun from us witha Blanket,or pnttheMoone |” 
 
 in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light : elfe Siry 
 no more Tribute, pray you now. 
 (ym, You muft know, 
 Till the injurious Romans, did extort 
 This Tribute from us, we were free. («ars Ambition, 
 W hich {well’d fo much, that it did almoft firetch 
 The fides o’th’W orld, againft all colour heere, 
 Did put the yoakeupon’s : which to fhake off 
 Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon 
 Our felves tobe, we doe. Say then to Ca/ar, 
 Our Anceflor was that Wulmutins, which 
 Ordain’d our Lawes, whole ufe the Sword of Cefar 
 Hath too much mangled : whofe repayre, and franchife, 
 Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed, 
 Tho Rome be therfore angry. 4Zs/mutins made our lawes 
 Who wasghe firkt of Britaime, which did put 
 His browes within a golden Crowne, and call’d 
 Himfelfe a King. . 
 Luc. Lam forry (ymbeline, 
 That I am to pronoance e+ uyutlus Calar 
 ( Ce/ar, that hath more Kings his Servants, then 
 Thy felfe Domefticke Oificers) thine Enemy ? 
 Receive it from methen. Warre, and Confufion 
 In Ce/ar’s name pronounce I’gainft thee:Looke 
 For fury, not to be refifted. Thns defide, 
 I thanke thee for my felfe, 
 Cym. Thouart welcome (ains, . 
 Thy Cefar Knighted me’; my youth I {pent 
 
 | Much under him : of him, I gather'd Honour, 
 
 W hich he, to feeke of me againe, perforce, 
 Behooves me keepeat utterance. Iam perfect, 
 That the Pannonians-and Dalmatians, for 
 Their Liberties arenow in Armes: #Prefident 
 Which not to reade, would fhew the Britaines cold: 
 So (far thall not find them. 
 
 Luc. Let proofe fpeake. i 
 
 Clot. His Majehy biddes you welcome. Make paftime 
 with usa day, or two, or longer: if you feekeus after 
 wards in other tearmes, you fhall finde us in our Salt- | 
 water-Girdle : if you beate us out of it,it is yours :ifyou | 
 fall in theadventure, our Crowes fhall fare the better for | 
 you : and theres an end. 7 . 
 
 Luc, Sofir. 
 
 Cym. I know your Mafters pleafure, and he mine: 
 All the Remaine, is welcome. 
 
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 Scena Secunda. 
 
 en eet et wine 
 
 hus ee ee eee eee 
 
 ‘Enter Pifaniaveading of a Letter. 
 Pif- How? of Adultery ? Wherefore write you not, 
 What Moniters heraccufe ? Leonatus : 
 Ob Matter, what a ftrange infeaion 
 
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 The Trapediof( bela 
 
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 Is falne into thy eare ? What falfe Italian, 
 (As poyfonous tongu’d, as handed) hath prevail'd 
 On thy too ready hearing ? Difioyall? No. 
 She’s punifh’d for her Truth; and undergoes 
 More Goddeffe-like, then Wife-like ; {uch Affaults 
 As would take in fome Vertue. Oh my Maiter, 
 Thy mind to her, is now as lowe, as were 
 Thy Fortunes. How? That I fhouid marther her, 
 Vpon the Love, and Truth, and Vowes ; whichI 
 Have made to thy command? I her? Her blood 2 
 If it be fo , to doe good fervice, never 
 Let me be counted ferviceable. How lookeI, 
 That I fhould feeme to lacke humanitie, 
 So much as this Fact comes to ? Doo't : The Letter. 
 That I have fent ber , by her one commana , 
 Shak give thee opportunitie. Oh damn’d paper, 
 Blacke as the Inke that’s on thee : feafelefle bauble, 
 Art thoua Feedarie for this at; and look’ft 
 So virgin-like without? Loe here fhe comes: 
 Enter Imogen. 
 
 Tam ignorant in what 1am commanded. 
 
 Imo. How now Pifanto? 
 
 Pif. Madam, heere isa Letter from my Lord. 
 
 Imo. Who! thy Lord? Thatis my Lord Leonatus ? 
 Oh, learn’d indeed were that Afironomer 
 That knew the Starres, as 1 his Characters, 
 Heel’d lay the Future open. You good Gods, 
 Let what is heere contain, rellifh of Love, 
 Of my Lords health: of his content: yet not 
 That we two area funder, let that grieve him ; 
 Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them, 
 For it doth phySicke Love, of his content, 
 All but ia that, Good Wax, thy leave : bleft be 
 
 You Beesthat make thefe Lockes of counfaile. Lovers, | 
 
 And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike. 
 Though Forfeytours you caft in prifon, yet 
 You-clafpe young Cwpids Tables : good Newes Gods. 
 
 | Aaa and your Fathers wrath ( foould hee take mee svi bis 
 Dominion) could not be focrnell to me, as yon , (oh the dee- 
 rest of (veatures) wouldeurmrencw me with yeureyes. Take 
 notice that Lam in Cambria at Milford-Haven : what your 
 owne Love, will ont of this advifezon,follaw. So he wilbes you 
 all bappineffe, thas remanses loyall to his Vow, and your encred= 
 fing in Love. Leonatus Potihumus. 
 
 Oh for a Hoife with wings: Hear’ft thou Pifanso ? 
 He isat Milford-Haven : Read, and tell me 
 How farre tis thither. If one of meane affaires 
 May plod.it in a weeke, why may not [ 
 Glide thitherinaday ? Then true Péfanto. 
 Who long’ ftlike me; to fee thy Lord; who long’ 
 (Oh let me bate) but not like me + yet long ft 
 But ina fainter kinde. Oh not like me- ; 
 For mine’s beyond, beyond : fay ,and {peake thicke 
 (Loves Couinfailor fhould fill the bores of hearing, 
 To’th’ fmothering of the Senfe) how farre itis 
 To this fame blesied Milford. And by’ch’ way 
 Tell me how Wales was made fo bappy,as 
 Tinheritefucha Haven. But firft ofall, 
 How we. may fteale from hence : and for the gap 
 That we fhall make iu Time, from our hence-going, 
 And our returne, toexcufe: but firft, how get hence. 
 Why fhould excufe be borne or cre begot ¢ 
 Weeletalke of that heereafter.Prythee fpeake, 
 
 ' How many {core of Miles may we well ride 
 
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 Twixt houre, and honre @ 
 Ps. One feore twixtSun, and Sun; 
 Madam’senough for you : and too much toos 
 Imo. Why, one that rode to’s Execntion Matt; 
 Could never go fo flow : I have heard of Riding wagers, 
 W here Hor {es have bin nimbler then the Sands 
 That runi’th’ Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie; 
 
 | Go, bidmy Woman faignea Sicknefle, fay 
 
 She‘lehome to her Father , and provide me prefently 
 A Riding Suit: Nocoftlier then would fit 
 A Franklins Hufwife. 
 
 Pif. Madam, you're beft confider. 
 
 Jono. I {ce before me (Man) nor heere, nor heere; 
 Nor what enfues but havea Fog in them 
 That I cannot looke through. Awey, I prythce, 
 Doas I bid thee :-T here’sno mote to fay : 
 
 Acceffible is none but Milford way . Exeunt, 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and eArvsragus. 
 
 Bel. A goodly day, not to keepe houfe with fuch, 
 Whofe Roofe’s as low as ours : Sleepe Boyes, this gate 
 Inftruéts you how t’adorethe Heavens; and bowes you 
 Toamornings holy office. The Gates of Monarches 
 Are Arch’d to high, that Giants may jet through 
 And keepe their impious Turbands on, without 
 Good morrow to the Sun. Haile thou faire Heaven, 
 We hoafei’th’ Rocke, yet ufe thee not fo hardly 
 As prouder livers do. 
 
 Guid. Haile Heavens 
 
 Arvir. Haile Heaven. 
 
 Bela, Now for our Mountaine fport, up to yond hill 
 Your legges are young : Ile treadthefe Flats, Confider, 
 When youabove perceive me like a Crow, 
 
 That it is Place, which leffen’s and fers off 
 
 And you may then revolve what Tales I have told you, 
 Oi Courts of Princes; ofthe Trickes ig Warre. 
 This fervice, isnot Service ; fo being done, 
 
 But being foallowed. To apprehend thus, 
 Drawes usaprofit fromail things we fee; 
 
 And oftento our comfort, fhall we finde 
 
 The fharded-Beetle, ina fater hoid 
 
 Then is the fall-wing’d Eagle. Oh this life, 
 
 Is Nobler, then attending for achecke : 
 
 Richer, then doing nothidg for a Babe : 
 
 Prouder, then ruftling in unpayd-for Silke ; 
 
 Such gaine the Cap of him, that makes him fine, 
 
 : Yet keepes his Booke uncrofs’d, nolife toours. 
 
 Gui: Out of your proofc you {peak:we poore unfledg’d 
 Have never wing’d from view o’th’neft ;nor know not 
 What Ayre’s from home. Hap’ly this lite is beft, 
 
 (If quiet life be beft) fweeter to you 
 
 That havea {harper knowne. Well correfponding 
 With your fliffe Age; bur unto us, itis 
 
 A Cell of Ignorance: travailing abed, 
 
 APrifon or a Debtor, that not dares 
 
 To ftridea limit. 
 
 Arvi. What fhould we {peake of 
 When we areold as you? When we {hall heare 
 The Raine and winde beate darke December? How 
 Inthis our pinching Cave, fhall we difcourfe 
 
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 The freezing houres away ? We have feene nothing: 
 Weare beaftly; fubrle as the Fox for prey, 
 “Like warlike as the Wolfe, for what we cate : 
 Our Valour is to chace what flyes : Our Cage 
 We makea Quire, as doth the prifon'd Bird, 
 And fing our Bondage freely. 
 Bel. How you {peake? 
 Did you but know the Citties Vfuries, 
 And felt them knowingly xthe Arto’th Court, 
 As hard to leave, as keepe: whofe top to climbe 
 Is certaine falling: or foflipp’ry, that 
 The feare’s as bad as falling. Thetoyle o’th Warre, 
 A paine that onely feemes to feeke our danger 
 ith’ name of Fame,and Honour, which dyes i’th’ fearch, 
 And hath as ofta fland’rous Epitaph, 
 As Record of faire Att. Nay, many times 
 Doth ill deferve by doing well: what's worfe _ 
 Mutt curt’fie at the Cenfure. Oh Boyes,this Storie 
 The world may reade in-me : My bodie’s mark’d 
 With Roman Swords; and my report, was once 
 Firft, with the beft of Note. Cymbeline lov’'d me, 
 And when a Souldier was the Theame,my name 
 Was not farre off: then wasLasa Tree 
 Whofe boughes did bend with fruit. Butin one night, 
 A Storme, or Robbery (call it what you will) 
 Shooke downe my mellow hangings: nay my Leaves, 
 And left me bare to weather. 
 
 Gui. Vacertaine favour. 
 
 Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) 
 But that two Villaines, whofe fale Oathes prevail’d 
 Before my perfect Honor, {wore to Cymbeline, 
 
 I was Confederate with the Romanes : fo 
 
 Followed my Banifhment,and thistwenty yeeres, 
 
 This Rocke, andthefe Demefnes, have bene my World, 
 Where I have liv’d at honeft freedome, payed 
 
 More pious debts to Heaven, then in all : 
 
 The fore-end of my time. But, up to’th’ Mountaines, 
 This it not Hunters Language ; he that ftrikes 
 The Venifon firft, fhall be the Lord o’th’ Feat, 
 Tohim the other two fhall minitter, 
 
 And we wiil feare no poyfon, which attends 
 In place of greater State-: 
 
 Ile meete you inthe Valleyes. 
 
 How hard itis to hide the {parkes of Nature ? 
 Thefe Boyes know little they are Sonnes to’th’ King, 
 Nor (‘ymbeline dreamies that they arealive. 
 
 They thinke they are mine, 
 
 And thongh train’d up thus meanely 
 
 Vth’ Cave, whereon the Bow their thoughts do hit, 
 The Roofes of Palaces, and Nature prompts them 
 
 Tn fimpleand low things, to Prince it, much 
 
 Beyond the tricke of others. This Pa/adeur, 
 
 The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine,whom 
 
 The King his Father call’d Guideréus. Tove, 
 
 When on my three-foot ftoole I fir, and tell 
 
 The warlike feats I have done, his {pirits flye out 
 
 Into my ftory : fay thus mine Enemie fell, 
 
 And thus! fet my foote on’s necke, even then 
 
 The Princely blood flowes in hisCheeke, he fweats, 
 Straines his young Nerves, and puts himfelfe in pofture 
 Thatactsmy words, The younger Brother Cadwal, 
 Once Arviragus. in aslikea figure . 
 Strikes life into my {peech, and fhewes much more 
 His owne conceyuing. Hearke, the Game is rowsd, 
 Oh Cynsbeline, Heaven and my Contcience knowes 
 Thou did’ft unjuftly banith me H whereon 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
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 SF, 
 
 The Tragedie of @mbeline, 
 
 Atthree, and two yeeres old, { ftole thee Babes; 
 Thinking to barre thee of Succeffion, as 
 
 Thou refts me of my Lands, €ursphile, 
 
 Thou was’t their Nurfe,they took thee for their mother 
 And every day do honor to her grave: 
 
 My felfe Belarizes thatam Morgan call’d 
 
 They take for Naturall Fathers TheGameisup. zit, 
 
 Scena Quarta, 
 
 Enter Pifanio and Imogen. 
 
 imo.Thoutold’ft me when we came fré horfe,the place 
 Was neerear hand : Ne’re longd my Mother fo 
 To feeme firft, asI have now: Pifanio, Man : 
 Where is Pofthumus ? What is in thy mind 
 That makes thee ftare thus? Wherefore breakes that figh 
 From th’inward of thee? One, One, but painted thus 
 Would be interpreted athing preplex’d 
 Beyond felfe- explication. Put thy felfe 
 Intoa haviour of lefle feare, ere wildneffe 
 Vanquith my ftayder Senfes. What’sthe matter? 
 Why tender*ft thou that Paper to me, with 
 A looke untender ? Ift be Summer Newes 
 Smile too’t before : if Winterly, thou need 'ft 
 But keepe that count’nance ftill. My Husbands hand? 
 That Drug-damn’d Italy, hath out-craftied him, 
 And hee’s at fome hard point, Speake man, thy Tongue 
 May take off fome extremitie, which go reade 
 Would be even mortall to me, 
 
 Py. Pleafe you reade, 
 
 Aud you thall finde me (wretched man) a thing 
 The moft difdain’d of Fortune. 
 
 Tmogenveades. 
 
 Fe Mistrs(Pifanio) bath playde the Serumpet in my 
 
 Bed ; the TeStimonies whereof,lyes bleeding in me.l [peak 
 
 not ont of weake Surmijes, but from proofe as strong asm] 
 
 Ericfe,and as certaine as I expetl my Revenge, That par t,thon 
 
 (Pifanso) mut atte for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the 
 
 breach of hers ; let thine owne hands take away her life: I fall 
 
 give thee opportunity at Milford Haven, She hath my Letter 
 
 Sor the pur pofe ; where, sf thon feare to ftrike, and to make mee 
 
 certaine it 38 done, thew art the Pander tober difbonowr , and 
 equallyto me ds/loyall. 
 
 Psf. What thall I need to draw my Sword, the Paper 
 Hath cut her throat already > No, tis flander, 
 Whofe edge is tharper then the Sword, whofe tongue 
 Out-venomes all the Wormes of Nyle, whofe breath 
 Rides on the pofting windes, and doth belye 
 All corners of the World. Kings,Queenes,and States, 
 Maides, Matrons, nay the Secrets of the Grave 
 This viperous flander enters, What cheere Madam? 
 mo. Falfeto his Bed? What isitto be falfe ? 
 Tolye in warch there, andto thinke on him? 
 To weepe twixt clock and clock? If fleep charge Nature, 
 Tobreake it witha fearefull dreame of him, 
 And cry my felfe awake 2 That’s falfe to’s bed? Isit? 
 Pifa. Alas good Lady. et 
 Imo. 1 fal{e > Thy Confcience witneffe : Zachimo, 
 Thou didd’t accufe him of Incontinencie, 
 Thou then look’df like a Villaine : now, me ess 3 
 
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 Ps. But to win time 
 Toloofe fo bad employment, in the which 
 Thave confider’d of a courfe : good Lady 
 Heare me with patence. 
 Imo. Talke thy Tongue weary, fpeake : 
 I have heard lam a Strumpet, and mine eare 
 Therein falfe ftrooke, cantake no greater wound, 
 Nor tent, to bottome that. But {peake. 
 Pf. Then Madam; 
 Ichought you would not backe againes 
 ime. Mott like, 
 Bringing me heere to kill me. 
 Pi. Not fo neither : 
 But if l were as wife, as honeft, then 
 My purpofe would prove well: it cannot be, 
 Buz that my Matter is abus’d: Some Villaine, 
 I, and fingular in his Art, hath done you both 
 This curfed injurte. 
 Jmo. Some Roman Curtezan ? 
 Pif. No, on my life: 
 Ile give but notice you are dead, and fend him 
 Some bloody figne of it. Fortis commanded 
 I fhould de fa: you fhall be mift at Court, 
 And that will well coifirme it, 
 Imo. Why good Fellow, 
 What fhall I dothe while ? Where bide? How live? 
 Or in my life, what comfort, when I am 
 Dead to my Husband ? 
 Pf. 1f you'lbacke to’th’ Court. 
 Imo. No Court, no Fathers nor no more adoe 
 Wich that harfh, noble, fimple nothing ; 
 That Clotten, whofe Love-fuite hath bene tome 
 As fearefull as a Siege. , 
 Pif. If not at Court, , 
 Then not in Britaine matt you bide. 
 Imo, Wherethen ? 
 Hath Britaine all rhe Sunne that fhines? Day?Night? 
 
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 Thy favours good enough. Some lay of Italy 
 ( Whofe mother was her painting) hath betraid him : 
 Poore I am ftale, a. Garment out of fafhion, 
 And for lam richer then to hang by th’ walles, 
 I mutt be ript : To peeces with me: Oh ! 
 ; Mens Vowes are womens Traitors. All good feeming 
 y By thy-revolt (oh Husband) fhall be thought 
 . Put on for Villainy; not borne where't growes, 
 But worne a baite for Ladies. 
 Pifa. Good Madam, heare me. 
 ime. True honeft men being heard, like falfe eZncas, 
 Were in histime thought falfe : and Synons weeping 
 ‘ Did {candall many a holy teare ; tooky pitty 
 f From moit true wretchednffee. So thou, Pefbmmus 
 ib Wilt iay the leven to all proper men ; 
 | Goodly,and gallant, fhall be falfe and periur’d 
 
 From thy great faile: Come Fellow, be thou honeft, 
 Do thou thy Mafters bidding. When thou feeft him, 
 f Alitte witneffe my obedience. Looke 
 th I draw the Sword my felte, takeit ard hit 
 h The innocent Manfion of my Love (my Heart:) 
 Feare not,tis empty of all things, but Gricfe : 
 Thy Mafter isnot there, who was indeede 
 The riches of it. Do his bidding , ftrike, 
 T hou maylt be valiant in a better caufe 5 
 But now thon feem’ft a Coward. 
 Pif. Hence vile Inftrument, 
 Thou fhalt rot damne my hand» 
 Imo. Why, J mult dye: 
 And if I donot by thy haud, thou art 
 ie No Servant of chy Mafters, Againft Selfe-flaughter, 
 There isa prohibition fo Divine, 
 That cravens my weake hand : Come, heere’s my heart: 
 So mething’s a-foot : Soft,foft, wee'l no defence, 
 _ | Obedient as the Scabbard. What is heere, 
 o The Scriptures of the Loyall Leomatis , 
 Allturn’dto Herefie? Away, away 
 Corrupters of my Faith, you fhall no more 
 
 Be Stoaachers to my heart : thus may poore Focles 
 Beleeve falfe Teachers : Though thofe that are betraid 
 Do feelethe Treafon fharpely, yet the Traitor 
 Standsin worfe cafe of woe, Andthou Poft humus, 
 T hat didd’ ft fet up my difobedience’gainft the King. 
 My Father,and makes me put into contempt the tuites 
 Of Princely Fellowes, fhalt hereafter finde 
 It isno at of common paffage, but 
 A firaine of Rarenefle : and I greeve my felfe, 
 To thinke, when thou fhalt be difedg’d by her, 
 That now thou tyre(t on, how thy memory 
 Will then be pangd by me. Prythce difpatch , _ 
 The Lambe entreats the Butcher. Wher’s thy knife? 
 Thouartto flow todothy Mafters bidding 
 When I defire it too. : 
 Pif. Oh gracious Lady: 
 
 Since Aaa pret dothis bufinefle, 
 I have not flept one winke. 
 
 Imo, Doo't,and tobed then. 
 
 Pif. Ue wake mine eye-balles firft. 
 
 Imo. Wherefore then . 
 
 Are they not but in Britaine? I’th’ worlds Volame 
 Oor Britaine feemesas of it,but notin’: 
 In a great Poolea Swannes-neft, prythee thinke 
 There’slivers out of Britaine. 
 
 if. Tam moft glad 
 You thinke of other Place : Th’ Ambaffador, 
 Lucius the Romane comes to Milford-Haven 
 Tomorrow. Now, if you could wearea minde 
 Darke, as your Fortune is , and but difguife 
 That which c’appeare it felfe, muft not yet be, 
 But by felfe-danger, you fhould tread a courfe 
 Pretty,and full of view : yea, happsly, neere 
 T he refidence of Posthumus ;fo nie (at laft) 
 Thacthough his Actions were not vifible, yet 
 Report fhould render him hourely to your care, 
 As truely as he mooves. 
 
 Imo. Oh forfuch meanes, 
 Though perillto my modeftie, not death on’t 
 I would aduenture. 
 
 Pif. Well then, heere’s the point 
 You mutt forget ta bea Woman : change 
 
 f ee abus’d Command, into obedience. Feare and Nicenefle 
 k Didd ft undertake it ? Why haft thou se : 
 A) t cony Miles, with a pretence? This place? (The Handmaides of all Women, or wore truely 
 &§ Mine Action ? and thine owne ? Our Horfes labour ? Woman it pretty felfe) into a waggith courage, 
 i | Thetime inviting thee ? The perturb’d Court Ready in gybes , quicke-anfwer'd, fawcie, and 
 . reine ab fonts whereunto I never As quarrellous as the Weazell ¢ Nay, you muft 
 & Darr ofe returne. Why haft thon gone fo farre Forget that rarelt Treafure of your Cheeke, 
 ‘’ Tobe pn-bent ? whenthou haftranethy ftand, Expofing 1t (but oh the harder heart, te 
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 Alacke noremedy ) to the greedy touch 
 Of common-kiffing Tits : and forgot : 
 Your labourfome and dainty Trimmes, wherein 
 You made great /#o angry. 
 Imo. Nay be breefe : 
 I fee into thy end, endam almoft 
 A man already. 
 Pif. Firft, make your felfe but like one, 
 Fore-thinkingthis. I have already fit 
 (Tisin my Cloake-bagge) Doublet, Hat, Hofe, all 
 That anfwer tothem: Would you in their ferving, 
 (And with what imitation you can borrow 
 From youthof fuch afeafon) fore Noble Lacims 
 Prefent your felfe , defire his fervice : tell him 
 Wherein you're happy ; which will make him know, 
 If that his head have eare in Muficke, doubtleffe 
 With joy he will embrace you : for hee's Honourable, 
 And doubling that, moft holy. Your meanes abroad + 
 You have me rich, and I will never faile 
 Beginning, nor fupplyment. 
 imo. Thonartallthe comfort 
 The Gods will diet me with. Prythee away, 
 There’s more to be confider’d; but wee'l even 
 All that good time will giveus, This attempt, 
 Jam Souldijer too, and will abide it with 
 A Princes Courage. Away, I prythec. 
 Pif. Well Madam, we mutt takea fhort farewell, 
 Left being mitt, Ibe fufpected of 
 Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Miftris, 
 Heereis a boxe, I had it from the Queene, 
 What’s in’t is precious : If you are ficke at Sea, 
 Or Stomacke-qualm’d at Land, a Dramme of this 
 Will drive away diftemper. To fome fhade, 
 And fit you to your Manhood : may the Gods 
 Direct you to the beft, 
 
 Imo. Amen : I thanke thee, Exeunt, 
 
 Scena Quinta. 
 
 Enter Cymbeline, Ductne, Cloten, Lactus, 
 and Lords. 
 
 Cym. Thus farre, and fo farewell. 
 
 Lac, Thankes, Royall Sir: 
 My Emperor hath wrote, I muft from hence, 
 And am right forry, that I muft report ye 
 My Matters Fnemy, 
 
 Cym. Our Subjects (Sir) 
 Will not endure his yoake ; and for our felfe 
 To thew leffe Soveraignty thenthey, mu ft needs 
 Appeare un-Kinglike. 
 
 Luc. So Sir: I defire of you 
 A Conduct over Land, to Milford-Haven. 
 Madam, all joy befall your Grace, and you. 
 
 Cym. My Lords, you.are pou for that Office : 
 The due of Honour, in no point omit: 
 So farewell Noble Lucius. 
 
 Inc. Your hand, my Lord. ' 
 
 Clot. Receive it friendly : but from this time forth 
 I weare itas your Enemy. 
 
 Luxe. Sir, the Event aot 
 Isyetto namethe winner. Fare you well, 
 
 | Cym, Leave not the worthy Lacéns good my Lords 
 Tillhe have croft Severn, Happines. "Fe L y (ald: 
 
 The Tragedieof ombeline. 
 
 Qu. He goes hence frowning : bur it honoursus 
 That we have given him caufe. 
 Clot. Tis allthe better, 
 Your Valiant Britaines have their withes in it. 
 Cym, Lucius hath wrotalready to the Emperor 
 How it goes heere. Ic fits us thereforeripely 
 Our Chariots ,and our Horfemen be in readinefles 
 The Powers that he already hath in Gallia 
 Will foone be drawne to head, from whence he moves 
 His warre for Britaine. nae 
 2u. Tisnot fleepy bufineffe, 
 But muft be look’d to {peedily, and ftrongly. 
 Cym, Our expectation that it fhould be thus 
 Hath made us forward. But my gentle Queene, 
 Where is our Daughter ? She hath not appear’d 
 Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd 
 The duty of the day. Shelookes as like 
 A thing more made of malice, then of duty, 
 We have noted it. Call her before us, for 
 We have beene too light in fufferance. 
 2«. Royall Sir, 
 Since the exile of Pof#humus, moft retyr’d 
 Hath her life bin : the Cure whereot my Lord, 
 Tis time muft doe. Befeech your Majefly, 
 Forbeare fharpe {peeches to her. Shee’sa Lady 
 So tender of rebukes, that wordsare ftrokes, 
 And ftrokes death to her, 
 Enter a Meffenger. 
 Cym. Whereis the Sir ? How 
 Can her contempt be anfwer'd? 
 (Mef. Pleafe you Sir, 
 Her Chambers are all lock’djand there’sno anfwer 
 That willbe given to’th’ iowd of nosfe, we make, 
 Lu. My Lord, when laft I went tovifit her, 
 She pray’d me to excufe her keeping clofe, 
 Whereto conftraind by her infirmitie, 
 She fhould tha: dury leave unpaide to you - 
 Which daily fhe was bound to proffer : this 
 She wifh’d meto make knowne : but our great Court 
 Made me too blame in memory. 
 Cyn. Her doores lock’d? 
 Not feene of late ? Grant Heavens,that whichI 
 Feare , prove falfe. Exit. 
 2x. Sonne, I fay, follow the King. 
 Clot, That man of her’s, Pifanio, her old Servant — 
 I have not feene thefe two dayes. Exit. 
 2u. Go, lookeafter: 
 Psfanso,thon that ftand’ft fo for Posthnmus 
 He hath a Drugge of mine: J pray, his abfence 
 Proceed by {wallowing that. For he beleeves 
 Itisa thing moft precious. But for her, 
 Where is fhe gone ? Haply difpaire hath feiz’d her: 
 Or wing’d with fervour of her love, fhe’s flowne 
 To her defired Pofthumns: gone fhe is, 
 To death,or to difhonor,and my end 
 Can make good vie of either. Shee beeing downe, 
 I haue the placing of the Brittifh Crowne. 
 Enter Cloten. 
 How now my Sonne? 
 (vt. *Tis certaine the is fled; 
 Go in and cheere the King,he rages, none 
 Dare come about him. 
 2s. All the better : may 
 
 This night fore-ftall lim of the commingday. Exit 2s. 
 
 Clo, love and hate her : for fhe’s Faire and Royall, 
 And that the hath all conrtly parts more exquifite wi 
 
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 aan eee emt ter 
 
 _— 
 
 Then:Lady, Ladies, Woman, from every one 
 
 The beft the hath, and ‘fhe of all compounded 
 
 Out-felles them all. I love her therefore, but 
 
 Difdaining me, and throwing Favours on 
 
 The low Posthumus, {landers fo her judgement, 
 
 That what’selfe rare,is choak’d : and in that point 
 
 I wilconcludeto hate her,nay indeede, 
 
 To bereveng'd upon her. For, when Fooles fhall_—— 
 Exter Pifanio. 
 
 Whois heere? What, are you packing firrah £ 
 
 Come hither : Ah you precious Pander, Villaine, 
 
 Where isthy Lady? In a word, or elfe 
 Thou art ftraightway with the Fiends. 
 Pif- Oh, good my Lord. 
 Clo. Where isthy Lady ? Or, by Iupiter, 
 Iwill not aske againes Clofe Villaine, 
 Ile have thisfectet from thy heart, or rip 
 Thy: heart to finde it, Is fhe with Poftoumus ? 
 From whofe fo many waights of bafenefle, cannot 
 A dram of worth be drawnes 
 Pif. Alas,my Lord,| 
 How ‘can fhe be with him ? When was fhemifs'‘d ? 
 He isin Rome. 
 Clot. Where is fhe Sir ? Come neerer ¢ 
 No farther halting : fatisfie me home, 
 W hat is become of her : 
 Pif- Oh, my all-worthy Lord. 
 Clo. All-worthy. Villaine, 
 Difcover where thy Miftris is, at once, 
 At thé.next word: no more of worthy Lord: 
 Speake, or thy filence on the inftant, is 
 Thy condemnation and thy death 
 Pif. Then fir: 
 This Paper is the hiftory of my knowledge 
 Touching her flight. 
 Cle. Let's feet ; I will purfue her 
 Evento Anguftus Throne. 
 Pif.. Or this, or perifh. 
 She's farréenough, and what he learnes by this, 
 May prove histravell, not her danger. 
 C/o. Humh. 
 Pif, Ue write to my Lord the is dead : Oh Jmogen 
 Safe may ft thon wander, fafe returne agen. 
 (“ot. Sirra, is this Letter trae? 
 Pif. Sir, as I thinke 
 Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know’t. Sirrah, if thou 
 would’it not be a Villaine,but do me true fervice; under- 
 go thofe Imployments wherein'I fhould have canfe'to ufe 
 thee with a ferious induftry, that is, what villainy foere I 
 bid thee doe to performeit, directly and truely, I would 
 thinke thee an honeft man : thou fhould’it neither want 
 my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy prefer- 
 ment; : pias 
 Pif. Well, my good Lore’ 
 is a Wile poe ferve mee? For fince patiently and 
 
 conftantly thou haft ftucke to the bare Fortune ‘of that. 
 
 Begger Pesthumus, thou canft not inthe courfe of grati- 
 tlide, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thouferve 
 mees . 
 PT e Sir I Wil ’ i 
 Ci s Give methy hand, heere’s my purfe, Haft any 
 of thy late Mafters Garments io thy pofleffion? 
 Pian. \ have (my: Lord) at my Lodging , the fame 
 Suite he wore, when he tooke leave of my Ladie arid Mi- 
 
 ftreffe. Mig Se 
 (le. The firft fervice thou doft mee, fetch that Suite 
 
 F he Tragedie of(-ymbehne. 
 
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 | villaine Posthumus will I kill thee. 1 would thefe Gar- 
 
 | againe. She hath difpis’d mee rejoycingly and Ie be mer- 
 | ry inmy Revenge. 
 
 I could not miffe my way- Will poore Folkes lye 
 
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 hither, let it be thy firft fervice, go, 
 
 Psf- Ifhall my Lotd. Exeunt, 
 ~ Clo. Meetthee at Milford-Haven: ( [forgot to aske 
 him one thing, Ile remember’tanon : ) even there, thou 
 
 ments were come. She faid upona time ( the bitternefle 
 of it, [now belch from my heart) that fhe held the very 
 Garinent of Pofthamus ,in more refpect, then my Noble 
 and naturall perfon; together with the adornement of 
 my Quaiities.. With that Suite upon my backe will I ra- 
 vith hers firft kill him, and in her eyes: there fhail the fee 
 my valour,which will: heu be a tormentto her contempt. 
 He onthe Ground, my {peech of infultment ended on his 
 dead bodie, and when my luft hath dined (which, asI 
 fay,to vex her, I will execute in the Cloathes that thefo 
 prais’d;) tothe Court Ile knock her backe, foot her. home 
 
 Enter Pifanso, 
 Be thofe the Gatments ? 
 
 Pif. I, my Noble Lord. 
 
 Clo. How long is't fince fhe went to Milford-Haven ? 
 
 Pif.. She can fcarfe be there yet, 
 
 Cé.Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber , that is 
 the fecond thing that I have commanded thee. The third 
 is, that thon wilt bea voluntary Mute to my defigne. Be 
 but dutious, and true preferment fhall tender ir felfeto 
 thee. My Revenge isnow at Milford, would I had wings 
 to follow it. Comeand be true. Exit. 
 
 Pif. Thou bid’ meto my loffe : for trpe to thee, 
 Wereto prove falfe, whick I will never be 
 To him that is moft true. To Milford go, 
 
 And finde not her, whom thou purfueft. Flow,flow 
 You Heavenly bleffings on her : This Fooles {peede 
 
 ‘Becroft with flowneffe; Labourbe hismeede. _ Exit. 
 
 ~ Scena Sexta. 
 
 Evter Imogen alone. 
 
 Ima. I fee a manslife is a tedious one, 
 Ihave tyr’d my felfe sand for two nights together 
 Have made the gound my bed. I flould be ficke, 
 But that my re(olution helpes me: Milford, 
 When from the Mountaine top Pifanio fhew’d thee, 
 Thou was’t within a kenne. Oh love, I thinke 
 Foundations flye the wretched.fach I meane, 
 Wherethey fhould be releev’d, Two beggers told me, 
 
 That have afflictions on them, kaowing tis 
 
 A punifhment, or Triall? Yes ; no wonder, 
 
 When Rich-ones fcarfe tell true. To lapfe in falneffe 
 Is forer; then to lye for Neede: and Falfhood 
 
 Is worfe ity Kings, then Beggers,My deere Lord, 
 Thon art one o’th falfe Ones: now I thinke onthee, 
 My hunget’sgone ;bureven before, { was 
 
 At point to finke, for Food. But what is this ? 
 Heere is a path to’t : tisfome favage hold : 
 
 I were beft not call; I dare not call: yet Famine 
 Ere cleane it o're-throw Natare , make it valiant. 
 Plentie and peace breedes Cowards, Hardneffe ever 
 Of Hardin effe is Mother.’ ‘Hoa? who’s heere ? 
 
 If any thing that’s civil, fpeake; iffavage, 
 
 ae ale Take? 
 
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 Take,ot lend. Hoa? Noanfwer? Then Ileenter, 
 Beftdraw my Sword; and if mine Eenemy : 
 
 But feare the Sword like me, heell fcarfely looke on’t- 
 Such a Foe, good Heavens. Exit. 
 
 Scana Septima. 
 
 Enter Belarins, Guiderio and Arviragus, 
 Bel. You Pekidere have prov’d beft Woodman,and 
 Are Matter of the featt: (adwall, and I 
 Will play the Cooke ,and Servant, tis our match : 
 The {wear ofinduftry woulddry, and dye 
 ' But for the end it workes to. Come, our {tomackes 
 Will make whats homely, favoury ; Wearineffe 
 Can {nore uponthe Flint, when refty Sloth 
 Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be here, 
 Poore houfe, that keepft thy {elfes 
 Gwi. Lam throughly weary. : ; 
 Arvi. 1am weake with toyle, yet ftrong in appetite. 
 Gui. There iscold meat ith’Cave, we'll brouz on that 
 Whilft what we have killd, be Cook’d. 
 Bel. Stay, come not in: 
 But that it eates our victualles, I fhould thinke 
 Hecre were a Faiery. 
 Gui. Whats the matter, Sir ? : 
 Bel. By Jupiter an Angell : orif not, 
 An earthly Paragon. Behold Divineneffe 
 Noelder then a Boy. 
 Enter Imogen. 
 Imo, Good matter harme me not : 
 Before I enter’d heere,I call’d,and thought 
 To have bege’d,or bought, what I have took : good troth 
 I have ftolne nought,nor would not,though 1 had found 
 Gold ftrew’di’th Floore. Heere’s money for my Meate, 
 T would have leftit onthe Boord,{o foone 
 As I had made my Meale: and parted 
 With Pray’rs for the Provider. 
 Gus. Money ? Youth. 
 Arvi, Allgoldand Silver rather turnedoe durt, 
 | Astis no better reckon’d, but of thofe 
 Who worthip durty gods. 
 Imo. I fee your angry : 
 Know; if you kill me for my fault, 1 fhould 
 Have dyed, had J not made it. 
 Bel, Whether bound? 
 Imo. To Milford-haven. 
 Bel, Whats your name? 
 Iw, Fidele Sir ; Uhave a Kinfman, who 
 Is bound for Italy : he embark’d at Milford, 
 Towhom being going, almoft {pent with hunger, 
 T am falne in this offence. 
 Bel. Prethee (faire youth) 
 Thinke us no Churles : nor meafure our good mindes 
 By this rudeplace welivein. Wellencouuter’d, 
 Tisalmoft nightsyou fhall havebetter cheere , 
 Ere you depart ; and thankes to flay, and cate it : 
 Boyes, bid him welcome. 
 Gus. Were youa woman, youth, AES 
 I fhould wooe hard, but be your Groome in honefty « 
 Ibid for you, as I doe buy. ; 
 Arvi. Me make’t my comfort 
 He is aman; Ile love him asmy Brother 
 And fucha welcome asIld giveto him 
 
 —— 
 
 The Tragedy of (ymbeline. 
 
 (After long abfence) fuch isyours. Moft welcome: 
 Be fprightly, for you fall mongft friends. 
 
 If Brothers : would it had bin fo, that they _ 
 Had bin my fathers Sonnes,then had my prize 
 Bin leffe, and fo more equall ballafting 
 
 To thee Pefthamui. 
 
 That had a Court no bigger then this Cave, 
 
 | So farre as thou wilt fpeake it, 
 
 | _ Cle. I amneere to'th’ place where they fhould meet, 
 | if Psfaniohave mapp’d it truely. How fit his Garments 
 | ferve me? Why fhould his Miltris who was made by ties 
 
 that 
 
 Imo. Mongft friends. 
 
 Bel, He wrings at fome diftreffe. 
 Gi. Would i could free’t. 
 Aru, Or I, what ere it be, 
 W hat paine it coft, what danger: gods! 
 Bel. Hearke Boyes- 
 Jmo. Great men 
 
 That did attend themfelves, and had the vertue | 
 Which their owne Confcience feal’d them : laying by 
 That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes 
 
 Could not ont-peece thefetwaine. Pardon me gods, 
 Ild change my fexe to be Companion with them, 
 Since Leowatus falfe, 
 
 Bel, It fhallbe fo: : 
 Boyes we'll goe dreffe our Hunt. Faire you come in ; 
 Difcourfe isheavy, fafting : when we have fupp’d 
 Wecell mannerly demand thee of thy Story. 
 
 Gui. Pray draw necre. 
 Aru. The Night toth’Owle, 
 
 And Morne toth’Larke leffe welcome. 
 Imo, Thankes Sir. 
 
 e“rvi, I pray draw neere: Exennt. 
 
 Scena Oélava. 
 
 Enter two Roman Senators, and Tr shunes. 
 
 1 Sen. This isthe tenor ofthe Emperors Writ ; 
 That fince the common men are now in Action 
 Gainft the Pannonians, and Dalmatians, 
 
 And that the Legions now in Gallia, are 
 Fuil weake to undertake our Warres againft 
 The faine-off Briraine., that we doe incite 
 The Gentry to this bufinefle. He-creates 
 Lucius Pro-~Confull : and to you the Tribunes 
 For this immediate Levy, he commands 
 Hisabfolute Commiffion. Long live (4far 
 Tri. Is Lucsus Generall of the Forces? 
 
 2 Sen. I. 
 
 Tri, Remaining now in Gallia? 
 
 x Sen. With thofe Legions 
 Which I have {poke of, whereunto your levy 
 Mutt be fuppliant : the words of your Commiffion 
 Will tye yon to the Numbers and the time 
 Of their difpatch. 
 
 Tri. We will difcharge our duty. Extunte 
 
 eA tus Quartus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Cletgen alone. 
 
The Tragedy of (ymbeline. 
 
 that made the Taylor, not be fittoo? The rather (faving 
 reverence of the Word) for tis faid a Womans fitneffe 
 comes by fits : therein 1 muft play the Workeman,. I dare 
 {peake it to my felfe, for it is not Vainglory for aman, 
 and hisGlaffe, to confer in his ewne Chamber ; I meane, 
 the Lines of my body areas welldrawne as his; no leffe 
 young, more ftreng, not beneath him in Fortunes, be- 
 yond him in the advantage of the time}, above him in 
 Birth, alike converfant in generall fervices, and more re- 
 markeable in fingle oppofitions ; yet this imperfeverant 
 Thing loves him in my defpight. What Mortality is? 
 Pofthumus, thy head (which now is growing upon thy 
 fhoulders) fhall within this houre be off, thy Miftris in- 
 forced, thy Garments cut to pecces before thy face: and 
 all this done, {purne her home to her Father, who may 
 (happily) be alittle angry for my forough vfage : but my 
 Mother having power of his teftineffe, thall turne_all in- 
 to my commendations. My horfe is tyed up fafe, out 
 Sword, and to a fore purpofe : Fortune put them into my 
 hand : This is the very defcription of their meeting place 
 and the fellow dares not deceive mee Exit. 
 
 Scana Secunda. 
 
 Enter Belarins, Guiderins, Arviragus and 
 imagen from the Cave. 
 
 Bel. Youare not well : Remaine heere in the Cave, 
 We'll cometo you after hunting. 
 e4rvi. Brother, {tay here: 
 Are we not brothers? 
 /me. So manand man fhould be, 
 But Clay and Clay, differs in dignity, 
 Whofe duftisboth alike. I am very ficke, 
 Gwi. Goe you to hunting, Tle abide with him. 
 Tmo, So ficke Lam not, yet am not well : 
 But notfo Cittizen a wanton, as 
 To feeme to dye; ere ficke : So pleafe you, leave me, 
 Sticke to your Iournall courfe: the breach of Cuftome, 
 Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me 
 Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort 
 To one not feciable : 1 am not very ficke- 
 Since I can reafon of it : pray youtruft me heere, 
 Tle rob none but my felfe, and let me dye 
 Stealing fo poor¢ly. 
 Gui. Llovethee : I have fpoke it, 
 How muchthe quantity, the waight as much, 
 As I doe love my father. 
 Bel. What?how ?how? 
 Ayvi. fit be finneto fay fo (Sir) T yoake me 
 In my good Brothers fault : I know not why 
 Tove this youth, and [ have heard you fay, : 
 \ Loves reafons without reafon- The beere at coore,' 
 And a demand who ist fhall dye, td fay 
 My father, not this yonth. 
 Bel. Oh noble ftraine! RAP 
 O worthineffe of Nature, breed of greatneffe 1 
 &Cowards father Cowards, and Bate things Syre Bace : 
 “Nature hath Meale, and Bran ; Contempt, and Graces 
 Ime not their father, yet who this fhould be, 
 Doth myracle it felfe, lov'd before mé, 
 Tis the ninth houre oth Morne. 
 
 Arvi. Brother; farewells 3 Vila 
 : - 
 
 407 
 Imo. 1 with ye {port. 
 Arvi. You health. So pleafe you Sit. 
 Ime. Thefe are kind Creatures. 
 Gods, what lyes | have heard: : 
 Our Courtiers fay, alls favage, but at Court : 
 Experience, oh thoudifprov’ft Report. 
 Th’emperions Seas bréed Monfters ; forthe Dith, 
 Poore Tributary Rivers, as {weet fith 
 Iam ficke ftill, heart-ficke : Psfanso, 
 lle now tafte of thy Drugge,. 
 Gu. I could not ftirre him: 
 He {aid he was gentle, butunfortunate ; 
 Dithoneftly afflicted, bat yet honelt. 
 Arvi. Thus did he aniwer me :yet faid heereafter, 
 I might know more. 
 Bel, To th’field, to th’field : 
 We'll leave you for this time, goein,and reft. 
 Arvie We llnot be long aways 
 Bel. Pray be not ficke, 
 For you mutt be our huiwife. 
 Imo. Weil, or ill, 
 I am bound to you. 
 Bel, And fhalt be ever. 
 This youth, how ere diftreft, appeares he hath had 
 Good Anceftors. 
 Arvi. How Angell-like he fings ? 
 Gui. But his neate Cookery ? 
 Arvi. He cut our Rootes in Characters, 
 And {awc’t our Brothes, as /wzo had bin ficke, 
 And he her Dieter 
 eArvi. Nobly he yoakes 
 A {miling, witha figh sas if the fighe 
 Was that it was, for not being {uch a Smile ¢ 
 The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye, 
 From fo divinea Temple, to. commix 
 With windes, that Saylors raile at. 
 Gui, I doe note, 
 That griefe and patience rooted in them both, 
 Mingle their {purres together, 
 Arvi. Grow patient, 
 And let the ftinking- Elder (Griefe) untwine 
 His perifhing roote, with the encreafing V ine. 
 Bel. It is great morning. Comeaway: Who's there ? 
 Enter Clotien. 
 Clot. I cannot finde rhofe Runagates, that Villaine 
 Hath mock’d me. I am faint. 
 Bel. Thofe Runnagates? 
 Meanes he not us? I partly know him, tis 
 Clotten,the Sonne oth’ Queene. | fearefome Ambuhh : 
 I faw him not thefe many yeares, and yet 
 Iknewtishe : we are held as Out-lawes ; hence. 
 Gui. He is but one: you, and my brother fearch 
 What Companies are neere : pray youaway, 
 Let me alone with him. 
 Clot. Soft, what are you 
 That flye me thus? Sonne villaine-Mountainers ? 
 Lhave heard of fuch. What Slave art thou ? 
 Gui. Athing. 
 More flavith did J ne’re, then anfwering 
 A Slave without a knockes 
 Clot. Thou arta Robber, 
 A Law-breaker,a Villaine : yeeld thee Theefe. 
 Gui. Towhom? to thee ? What art thou? Have notI 
 Anarme as bigge as thine ?ahearr, as bigge : 
 Thy words I grantare bigger: for I weare not 
 
 My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art? 
 
 Exit. 
 
408 
 
 Why I fhould yeeld to thee ? 
 |. Clot. Thon Villaine bafe, 
 Kriow’ft me not by my.Cloathes ? 
 
 Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rafcall 
 Who is chy Grandfather : He made thofe cloathes, 
 Which (as it feemes) make thees 
 
 Clo, Thou precious Varlet: 
 
 My Taylor made them not. 
 
 Gas. Hence then, andthanke 
 The man that gavethem thee. Thouartiome Foole, 
 
 T am loath to beat thee. 
 
 (%or. Thou injurious Theefe, 
 
 “Heare but my name , and tremble. 
 
 Gui. W hat’sthy name ?j 
 
 (4%. Cloten , thou Villaine. 
 
 Gui. Cloten, thou double Villainebe thy name, - 
 Icannottrembleat it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spiders 
 Twould move mefooner. 
 
 Clot. Tothy further feare, 
 
 Nay, to thy meere Confufion, thou fhalt know 
 I am Sonne to’th’ Queene. 
 Gui. Lam forry for’t : not feeming 
 So worthy as thy Birth. 
 (lor. Artnot afeard? ‘ 
 Gui, Thofe that I reverence, thofe I feare sthe Wifes 
 At Fooles I laugh: nor feare them. 
 Clot. Dyethe death : 
 When I haveflaine thee with my proper hand, 
 Tle follow thofe thatieven now fled hence : 
 And on the Gates of Luds-T owne fet your heads : 
 Yeeld Rufticke Mountaineer. Fight and Exeunt. 
 Emer Belavius and Arviragus, 
 ‘Bel. No Companie’s abroad ? : 
 Arvi. None inthe world : you did miftake him fure. 
 Bel, I cannot tell : Long is it fince law him, 
 But Time hath nothing blurr’d thofe lines of Favour 
 Which then he wore: the fnatches in his voyce, 
 And burft of {peaking were-as his: Iam abfolute 
 Twas very Cloten. 
 
 4rvi, Inthis place we left them; 
 I wifh my Brother make good time with him, 
 You fay he is fo fell... 
 
 Bel: Being {carfe made up, 
 T meane to man ; he had not apprehenfion 
 Of roaring terrors: : For defect of judgement 
 Is oft the caufe of Feare. 
 
 Enter Guiderius. 
 
 But fee thy Brother.,; ; | 
 
 Gui. This Céoren was a Foole,an empty purfe, 
 There was no money in’t: Not Hercules 
 Could have knock’d out his Braines, for he had nones 
 Yet I not doing this, the .Foole had borne 
 My head, as I do his, 
 
 Bet, What haft thou done ? 
 
 Gui. Lam perfect what ; cutoff one Clotens head, 
 Sonné to the Queene (after his owne report) bigs 
 Who call’d me Traitor, Mountaineer,:and {wore -: ,.., 
 With his owne fingle hand heel’dtakeus in, «4 oa 
 Difplace our heads, where (thanks the gods), they grow. 
 And fet them on Luds-Towne, HES. mieh 
 
 Bel. Weareall undone. 
 
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 Gui. Why, worthy Father, what have we to loofey & 
 But that he {wore to.take, our Lives? theLawr 22. 
 Protects not us, then why thould we be tender, 5 A 
 | Tolet an arrogant peece.of fiefh threatus?. §.... » tj 
 Play Iudge,and Executioner, all himfelfe?, 
 
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 pers 4 Yayh 
 
 The Tragedieof ymbeline. 
 
 For we do fearenoLaw, What Company 
 Difcower you abroad? 
 Bel, No fingle foule 
 Can we fet eye on : bat inall fafe reafon 
 He mutt have fome Ateendauts. Though his Honor 
 Was nothing but mutation, I,andthat 
 From one bad thing to worfe: Not Frenzie, 
 Not abfolute madneffe could fo farre have rav'd 
 To bring him heere alone although perhaps 
 It may be heardat Court, that fuchas we? : 
 Cave heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time 
 May make fome ftronger head, the which he hearing, 
 (As itis like him) might breake out, and {weare 
 Heel'd fetch us in, yet is’t not probable 
 Tocomealone , either hefo undertaking, 
 Or they fo fuffering : then on good ground we feare, 
 If we dofeare this body hath a taile 
 More perillous then the head. 
 Arvi, Let Ordnance 
 Comeas the Gods fore-fay it: howfoere, 
 My Brother hath done well. 
 Bel. I had no minde 
 To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles fickneffe 
 Did make my way long forth. 
 Gui. With hisowne Sword, 
 Which he did wave again& my throat, I havetane 
 His head fiom him: Le throw’r into the Creeke 
 Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea, 
 And tell the Fithes, hee’sthe Queenes Sonne, C/eten, 
 That’s all I reake. Exit. 
 Bel. 1 feare twill be reveng’d : 
 Would (Potidore) thou had’it not done't: though valour 
 Becomes thee well enough. 
 e“rvi, Would I haddone’t: 
 So the Revenge alone purfu'de me: Polidore 
 I love thee brotherly, oo envy much : 
 Thou haft robb’d me of this deed I would Revenges 
 That poffible ftrength might meet, wold feeke us through 
 And putus te our anfwer. 
 Bel. Well, tisdone: — 
 Wee'l bunt no more to day,nor feeke for danger 
 Where there’sno profit. I prythee to our Rocke, 
 Youand Fidele play:the Cookes : Ieftay 
 Till hatty Peédore returne, and bring him 
 To dinner prefently, 
 avi. Pore ficke Fidele, 
 Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour, 
 I'dlet a parith of fuch (dotens blood, 
 And praife my felfe for charity, Exite 
 Bel, Oh thou Goddefle, 
 Thou divine Nature; thy felfe chou blazon’ft 
 In thefe two Princely Boyes: they areas gentle 
 As Zephires blowing below the Violet, 
 Not wagging his {weet head ; and yet,as rough 
 (Their Royall blood enchiaf’d) as the rud’ft winde, 
 That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine, 
 And make him ftoopeto th’Vaile.. Tis wonder: 
 Tharan invifible inftinct fhould framethem 
 To Royalty unlearn’d,Honor untaught, 
 Civility not{eene from other : valour 
 
 | That ssa! growes in them: but yeelds acrop : 
 _ As if it had 
 
 _ What (lotens being b 
 
 | Or what hisdeath wil 
 
 beene fow’d : yer ftill it's range . . ... 
 ere tous portends, son 
 I bring us. 
 
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 409 
 
 I have fent Clotens Clot-pole downe the ftreame; 
 In Embaffie to his Mother ; his Bodie’s hoaftage 
 For his returne. Solemn Muficke, 
 Bel. My ingenuous Inftrument, 
 (Hearke Polidore)it founds : but what oceafion 
 Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ? Hearke. 
 Gui. Ishe at home? 
 Bel. Ke went hence even now> 
 _ Gui. What does he meane? 
 Since death of my dear ft Mother 
 It did not fpeake before. All folemne things 
 Should anfwer folemne Accidents. The matter? 
 Triumphes for nothing, and lamenting Toyes, 
 Isjollity for Apes, and greefe for Boyes. 
 Is (adwall mad ? 
 Enter Aruivagus, with Imogen dead, bearing 
 her in bis eArmes. 
 Bel. Looke,heere he comes, 
 Aad brings the dire occafion in his Armes, 
 Of what we blame him for. 
 Arvi. The Bird is dead 
 That we have made fo much on. I had rather 
 Have skipt from fixteene yeares of Age, to fixty: 
 To have tusn’d my leaping time intoa Crutch, 
 Then have feene this. 
 Gai, Oh fweetett, fairelt Lilly 
 My Brother weares thee not the onc halfe fo well, 
 As when thou grew ftthy felfe. 
 Bel.Oh melancholly, 
 Who ever yet could {ound thy bottome ? Finde 
 The Ooze, to fhew that Coalt thy fluggifh case 
 Might eafileft harbour in. Thou biefled thing. 
 Tove knowes what man thou might'ft have made; butI, 
 Thou dyed’ft a moft rare Boy, of Melancolly. 
 How found you him? 
 Arvi. Starke, as you fee : 
 Thus {miling asfome Fly bad tickled lumber, 
 Not as deaths dart being laugh’d atshis right Checke 
 Repofing on a Cufhion. 
 Gui. Where? 
 Arvi, Orch’ floore + 
 His armesthus leagu’d , I thought he flept, and put 
 My clowted Brogues from off my feet, wyole rudeneffe 
 Anfwer'd my fteps too lowd. 
 Gai. Why he but fleepes : 
 If he be gone, hee’! make his Grave Bed: 
 With Female Faeries will his Tombe be haunted, 
 And Wormes will not come tothee. 
 Arusi. With fayreft Flowers 
 Whil'& Sommer lafts, and I live heere, F idele, 
 Ile fweeten thy fad grave : thou fhale not lacke 
 The Flower that’s like thy face. Pale-Primrofe, nor 
 The azur’d Hare-bell, like thy Veines + no nor 
 The leafe of Eglantine, whom not to flander> : 
 Ont-fweetned not thy breath « the Raddocke would 
 With Charitable bill (Oh bill fore fhaming 
 Thofe rich-left-heyres, that let their Fathers lye 
 Without a Monument) bring thee all this, 
 Yea, and furr’d Mofle befides. When Flowresare ncne 
 To winter-ground thy Coarfe——— 
 Gui. Prythec havedone, _ a 
 And do not play in Wench-like words with that 
 Which is{o ferious. Let us bury him, — 
 And not protract with admiration, w hat 
 Is now duedebt. Toth’ grave. 
 
 Arn. Say, where fhall’slay him ? Een 
 
 Gui. By good Exriphile, our Mother. 
 
 Arm, Beetfo: 
 And let us (Polidore) though now olir voyces 
 Have got the mannith cracke; fing him to’th’ ground 
 As once to our Mother : ufé like note, and words, 
 Save that Evrsphile, mutt be Fidele. 
 
 Gui, Cadwall, 
 
 I cannot fing : Ile weepe and word it withthee, 
 For Notes of forrow, ont of tune, are worte 
 Then Priefts;and Vanes that lye. 
 
 Ari, Weel {peake it then. 
 
 Bel, Great greefes I fee med’cine the leffe, For Cloten 
 Is quite forgot, He wasa Queenes Sonne, Boyes, 
 
 And though he came our Enemy, remember 
 He was paid for that: thongh meane, and mighty rotting 
 Together have one dutt, yet Reverence 
 (That Angell of the world) d oth make diftin@tion 
 Of place twixt high and low. Our Foe was Princely, 
 And though you tookc hislife, as being our Foe, 
 Yet bury him, asa Prince. 
 Gui, Pray thee fetch him hither, 
 Therfites body isas good as Ajax, 
 W hen neyther are are alive. 
 
 Arui. If you'l go fetch him, 
 
 Wee'l fay our Song the whil’ft : Brother begin. 
 
 Gui. Nay Cadiall, we muttlay his headto th “Ealt, 
 My Father hath a reafon for’r. 
 
 e4rus. Tistruc. 
 
 Gui. Come onthen, and remove him. 
 
 Arui. So, begin. 
 
 SONG. 
 Guid. Feareno more the heate oth’ San, 
 Nor the furions Winters rages, 
 Thon thy worldly taske haft done, 
 "Home art gon, andtane thy wages. 
 Golden Lads, and Girles al mujh, 
 As (bimney-Sweepers come to dust. 
 Arvi. Feare nowsore the frowneo’th’ Great, 
 Thou art palt the Tsrants ftroake, 
 Care ne more to cloath and cate, 
 To thee the Reede #8 as the Oake: 
 The Scepter, Learning, Phificke must, 
 All follow this and come to duft. 
 Guid. Feareno more the Lightmng flafh. 
 Arvie North’ all-dreaded Thunderftone. 
 Gat. Feare no flander, Cenfurerafo. 
 Arvie Dhow bast finife'd loy and mone. 
 Both. Ad Levers young, all Levers muif, 
 Configne to thee and come to dust. 
 Guid. No Exorcifer barme thee, 
 Atvie Nor nowitch-craft charme ther, 
 Guid. Ghost wnlaid for beare thee. 
 ‘Arvie Wothing ill come neere thee. 
 Both. Quiet con(ummarion have, 
 And renowned be thy grave. 
 Enter Belarins with the body of (loten, 
 
 Gui. Wehave done our obfequies 
 Comelay him downe. 
 
 Bel, Heere’sa few Flowres, but about midnight mores | 
 The hearbes that have onthem cold dew o’th’ night 
 Are ftrewings fic’it for Graues : uponthcir Faces. 
 You wereas Flawres, now wither’d : even fo 
 Thefe Herbelets fhall, which we upon you ftrew- 
 Come on away, apart upon our knees: 
 
 Theground that gave them firft, ha’s themagaine: 
 Their pleafures here are paft,fo aretheirpaine, E Reuns 
 
410 The Tragedie of Cymbeline, 
 
 Imogen awakes, 
 Yes Sir, to Milford-Haven , which is the way 2 
 A thanke you : by yond buth ? pray how farse thither ? 
 "Ods pittikins : can it be fixe mile yet? 
 I havegoneall night : Faith, Ile lye downe, and fleepe. 
 But foft: nu Bedfellow ? Oh Gods, and Goddefles ! 
 Thete Flowers arelike the pleafures of tke World ; 
 This bloody man the care on’t. [hope dreame:. 
 For fo I thought I wasa Cave-kcepers 
 And Cooke to honeft Creatures. Buttisnot fo: 
 Twas butabolt of nothing, {hot at nothing, 
 Which the Braine makes of Fuses. Our-very eyes, . 
 Are fometimes like our ludgements, blinde. Good faith 
 I tremble ftill with feare: butif there be 
 Yet left in heaven,as fmalla drop of pitty 
 Asa Wrenseye;fear'dGods, apartofit, 
 The Dreame’s heere ftill: even when 1 wake itis 
 Without me, as within me: not imagin’d, felt. 
 A headk ffe man? The Garments of Postbumus ? 
 I know the fhape of’s Legge : this is his Hand : 
 His Foote Mercuriall : his martial T high 
 The brawnes of Hercules : but his loviall face——— 
 Murther in heaven ? How ?’tis gone, Psfanio, 
 All Curfes madded Hecuba gave the Greekes, 
 And mine to boot, be darted-onthee : thou 
 Confpir'd with that Irrégulous divell Clotes, 
 Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read, 
 Be hencetorth treacherous. Damn’d Pifanio 
 Hath with his forged Letters (damn’d Féfanio) . 
 From this moft braveft wefleil of the world 
 Strooke the maine top |! Oh Pofthumus,alas, 
 Where is thy head? wherc’s that ? Aye me! wher’s that 
 Pijanio mishe have kill'd thee at the heart, 
 And left this head on. How fhould this be, Pifanse? 
 Tis he, and C/oten , Malice,and Lucre in them 
 Have laid this Woe heere. Ohtis pregnant, pregnant | 
 The Dragge he gaye me, which he {aid was precious 
 And Cordiall to me, have I not found it 
 Murd'rous to’th’ Senfes? That confirmes it home: 
 | This is Psfanio's deede , and Cloten: Oh ! 
 Give colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood, 
 That we the horrider may feems to thofe 
 Whlch chaceto finde us, Oh, my Lord! my Lord! 
 Enter Lucius, (aptaines, avd a Sooth{ayer, 
 Cap. Tothem, the Legionsgarrifon'd in Gallia 
 After your will, have crott the Sea, attending 
 You heere at Milford-Haven, with you Shippes : 
 They are in readineffe, 
 Luc. But what from Rome? 
 Cap. The Senate hath itirr'd up the Confiners, 
 And Gentlemen of Italy, moft willing Spirits, 
 That promife Noble Service : and they come 
 Vnder the Condud of bold lachime, 
 Syenna’s Brother. 
 Luc. Whenexpect you them? 
 Cap. With the next benefit o’th’ winde. 
 Lac. This forwardneffe 
 Makes our hopes faire, Command our prefent numbers 
 Be muftered,bid the Captaines looke too’t. Now Sir, 
 What have you dream’d of late of this warres purpote. 
 Soorh, Laft night the very Gods (hew’d mea vifion 
 (i featt, and pray’d for their I ntelligence) thus : 
 faw loves Bird, the Roinan Eagle wing’d 
 From the {pungy Scie to this part of the Weft, 
 There vani(h’d inthe Sun-beames, which portends 
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 Succeffe to th’ Rornan hoaft, 
 Luc. Dreamé often fo, 
 And never falfe. Soft hoa, what trunkeis heere? 
 Without his top ? T he ruine {peakes, that fometime 
 It wasa worthy building. How 2aPage? i 
 Or dead, or fleeping on him ? But dead rather : } 
 For Nature dothabhoreto make his bed 
 With the defunct, or fleepeupon the dead, 
 Let’s {ce the Boyes face. 
 Cao. Hee’s alive my Lord, oy 
 Luce Hec’l thenin{truc us of his body s Young one, 
 Informe us of thy Fortunes; for it feemes | 
 They crave to be demanded : who is this ee! 
 Thou mak’ft thy bloody. Pillow ? Or who washe i 
 That (ctherwifethen noble Nature did) . 
 Hath alter’d that good picture ? What's thy intereft 
 In this{ad wracke 2? How cain’t? Who is’? 
 W hat art thou 2 
 Jue. | am nothing : or if not; 
 Nothing to be were better : This was my Matter; 
 A very valiant Britaine, and a good, 
 That here by Mountainers lyés flaine; Alas, 
 There are no more {uch Mafters[ may wander 
 From Eatt to Occident, cry out for Service,,! 
 Try many, all good : ferve truly s never 
 Finde {uch another Matter. 
 Lxe, ’Lacke, good youth: 
 Thou mov’ft no lefle with thy complaining, then 
 Thy Matter in bleeding ; fay bis name, good Friend, 
 
 40. Richard du Champ: If doe lye, and doe | 
 No harme by it, though the Gods heare,1 hope { 
 They’ pardon it. Say you Sir ? 
 
 Luc, ‘hy name? 
 Imo, Fidele Sir. 
 Luc. Thou doo’ft approve thy felfe the very fame: 
 Thy name well fits chy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name: 
 Wilt take thy chance with me? { will not fay 
 Thou fhalt be to well mafter’d, but be ture 
 No lefle belou’d The Romane Emperors Letters 
 Sent by a Confuli tome, fhouldnofooner 
 Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me. 
 ‘om. \le follow Sir. But firft , an’t pleafethe Gods, 
 Ie hide my Mafter from the flyes as deepe 
 Asthefe poore Pickaxes can digge : and when... 
 With wild wood-leaves & weeds, I ha’ ftrew’d his grave 
 And onit faid a Century of prayers, 
 (Such as I can ) twice o’re, Ile weepe, and fighe, | 
 And leaving fo his fervice, follow you, 
 Sopleafe you entestaine me. d 
 LIne. 1good youth, ‘ 
 And rather Father thee, then Mafler thee : My Friends, 
 The Boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us 
 Find outthe pretrieft Dazied-Piot we can, 
 And make him with our Pikesand Partizans 
 A Grave : Come, Arme him:Boy he is preferr’d 
 By thce,to us, and he fhall be irterr’d 
 AsSouidierscan,Be cheereful wipethine eyes, 
 Some falles are meanes tiie happiertoarife.  Exewnt. 
 
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 Enter (ymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio, 
 Cym. Againe: and bring me word how tis with her, 
 A Feavour with the abfence of her Sonne; 
 
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 FT he Tragedie of Cymbelne. 
 
 A madneffe, of which her life’s in danger: Heavens, 
 How deeply you at once do touch me. Jesogen, 
 The great part of my comfort, gone ; My Queene 
 V pon adefperate bed, and in a time 
 When fearefull Warres point at me : Her Sonne gone, 
 So needfull for his prefent ? It ftrikes me, me, pait 
 The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow, 
 Whoneeds muftknow of her departure, and 
 Doft feeme fo ignorant, wee’l enforce it from thee 
 By afharpe Torture. 
 Pif. Sir my life is yours, 
 {humbly fet it at your will : Butfor my Miftris, 
 I nothing kaow where fhe remaines: why gone, 
 Nor whenthe purpofes returne. Befcech your Highhes, 
 Hold me your loyall Servant. 
 Lord. Good my Liege, 
 The day that flxe was miffing, he was heere ; 
 I dare be bound hee’s true,and fhall performe 
 Allparts of his fabjection loyally. For C/dten, 
 There wants no diligence in feeking him, 
 And will no doubt be founds 
 (ym. Theeime istroublefome : 
 Wee'l Nip yon for afeaton, but with jeloufie 
 Do’s yet depend. 
 Lord. Sopleafe your Majefty, 
 The Romane Leg ions all from Gallia drawne, 
 Are landed on your Coaft, with fupply 
 Of Romane Gentlemen, by the Senate fent. 
 ,Cym, Now for the Counfaile of mySonand Queene, 
 I am amaz'd with matter. 
 Lord. Good my Liege, 
 Your preparation can affront no leffe (ready : 
 Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're 
 The wantis, but to put thefe powers in motion, 
 That long t6 move - 
 (ym. Ithanke you : lets withdraw 
 And meete the Time, as it feekes us, We feare not 
 What can from Italy annoy us, buc 
 Weegreeve at chances heere. Away 
 Pf. Ubward no Letter from my Matter,fince 
 I wrote him Jmogen was flaine. Tis ftrange: 
 Nor heare I from my Miftris, who did promife 
 Toyeeld me often tydings. Neither know I 
 What isbetide to C/ton, but remaine 
 Perplextinall. The Heavens ftill mut worke : 
 Wherein I am falfe, Iam honeft: not trne, to be truce 
 Thefe prefent warres fhall findel love my Country, 
 Even to the note o’th’ King, or Ile fall in them 
 Allother doubts, by timeletthembecleer’d, 
 Fortune brings in fome Boats, thatare not ftcer’d. Exi! 
 
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 Scana Quarta. 
 
 Enter Belavius, Guiderius , & Arviraguss 
 Gai. The noyfe is round ubout us. 
 
 Bel. Letusfromit. sate : 
 Arvi. What pleafure Sir, finde we in life, te locke it 
 
 From Action, and Adventure? 
 
 Gui. Nay, what hope _ opi 
 Have we in hiding us ? This way the Romaines 
 Muft. or for Britaines flay us or receiveus 
 For barbarous and unnaturall Revolts 
 During their ufe, and flay us after. 
 
 Bel. Sonnes, ee 
 Wee’ higher to the Modntaines, there fecure us 
 Te the Kings party there’s no going : newnefle 
 OF Clotehs death (we being not knowne, not mufter’d 
 Among the Bands) may driveusto a render 
 W here we have liv’d; and fo extort fromsthat 
 Which we have done, whofeanfwer would be death 
 Drawne on his Torture. 
 _ Gui. Thisis (Sir) adoubt 
 in {uch a time, nothing becomming you, 
 - Nor fatisfying us. 
 4rvi, Itisnorlikely, 
 That when they heare their Roman horfés neigh, 
 Behold their quarter’d Fires; have both their eyes 
 And eares fo cloyd importantly as now, 
 That they will wafte their time upon our note, 
 To know from whence we are. 
 Bel, Oh, lam knowne 
 Of many inthe Army: Many yeeres 
 (Though Céoten then but young ) you fee, not wore him 
 From my remembrance. And befides, the king 
 Hath not deferv’d my Service, nor your Loves, 
 Who findein my Exile, the want of Breeding ; 
 The ¢ertainty of this bard life, aye hopeleffe 
 To have the courtefié your Cradle promis’d, 
 But to be ftill hot Summiers Tanlings, and 
 The fhrinking Slaves of Winter. 
 Gui. Then be fo, 
 Betrertoceafeto be. Pray Sir, to'th Army : 
 I, and my Brother are not knowme; your felfe 
 So out of theught, and thercto fo ore-growne, 
 Cannot be queftiond. 
 - rw. By this Sunne that fhines 
 Ile thither: what thing isit, that I never 
 Did fee man dye, {carfe ever look’d on blood, 
 But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venifon ? 
 Never beftrid a Horfe fave one, that had 
 A Rider like my felfe, who ne're wore Rowell, 
 Nor Iron on his heele ? Iam afham’d 
 To looke upon the holy Sunne, to have 
 The benefit of his bleft Beames, remaining 
 So long a poore unknowne, 
 Gui. By heavens Ile go, 
 If you will bletfe me Sir, and give me leave, 
 Ile take the better care ¢ but but ifyou willnot, ~ 
 The hazard theretore due fall on me, by eo 
 The hands of Romanes. 
 Arui. So fay 1, Amen. 
 Bel, No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet 
 So flight a valuation) fhould referue 
 My crack’d one to more care. Have with you Boyes: 
 If in your Country warres you chance to dye, 
 That is my Bed too(Lads)and there flelye- 
 Lead, lead; thetime eemes long, their blood thinks fcorn 
 Till it lye out, and fhew them Princes borne.  Exennt. 
 
 et 
 
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 eA ttus Quintus. Scena Prima. 
 
 Enter Posthumus alone. 
 Poff. Yeabloody cloth , lle keep thee: for Lamewifht 
 Thou fhouldft be colour’d thus. You married ones, 
 If each of you fhould take this courfe, how many 
 Mutt murther Wives much better then themfelves 
 For 
 
For wrying buta little ? Oh Ps/anso, 
 Every good Servant do’s not all Commaands ¢ 
 
 No Bond, but to doc juft ones. Gods, if you 
 
 Should have tane vengeance on my faults, I never 
 
 Had liv'd topur on this : fo had you faved 
 
 Thenoble Jmoges to repent, and ftrooke 
 
 Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke, 
 You {natch from hence for lictle faults; that’s love 
 
 To have them fall no mote: you fome permit 
 
 To fecond illes with illes, each Elder worfe, 
 
 And make them dread it,tothe doers thrift 
 
 But /mogen is your owne,do your belt willes, 
 
 And make me bleft ro obey. Iam brought hither 
 Among th’ Italian Gentry, and to fight 
 
 Againit my Ladies Kingdome : Tis enough 
 
 That (Britaine) I have kill’d thy Miftris : Peace, 
 
 ile give no wound to thee : therefore good Heavens, 
 Heare patiently my purpofe. Ile difrobe me 
 Of thefe Italian weedes, and fuite my felfe 
 
 As do’sa Britaine Pezart: {fo Ile fight 
 
 Againit the part | come with: fo Ile dye 
 
 For thee (O Jrsogen ) even for whom my life 
 
 Is every breath, a death : and thus unknowne, 
 Pittied, nor hated ,to the face of perill 
 
 My felfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know 
 More valour in me, then my habits fhow. 
 Gods, put the {trength o'th’ Leonatiin me : 
 
 To fhame the guize o’th’ world, I willbegin,’ 
 The fathion leffe withont, and more within. 
 
 Scena Secunda. 
 
 Enter Liscius ,lachimo, andthe Romave Army at ome doore : 
 and the Britaine Arwsy at another : Leonatus Pofthumus 
 following lke a poore Souldser. They msartch over , and goe 
 ont. Then enter againe in Skirmifo lachimo and Pofthu- 
 mus: be vangniheth and difarmeth Iachimo, avd then 
 leaves him. 
 
 Jac. The heavineffe and guilt within my bofeme, 
 Takes offny manhood: I have belyeda Lady, 
 The Prinegffe of this Country ; and the ayreon’t 
 Revengimgiy enfe- bles me, or could this Carle, 
 A very drudge of Natures, havefubdu’de me 
 In my profeffion ? Knighthoods, and Honors borne 
 (As Iweare mine)are titles but of {corne, 
 if that thy Gentry (Britaine) go before 
 This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes 
 Is, that we fcarfé are men,and yon are Gods. Exit, 
 The Battaile continues, the Britaines fyes Cymbeline is 
 taken : Then enter to his re(cne,Bellarius, Gwider ins 
 ana Arviragus. , : 
 Bel. Staid,ftand,we have the advantage of the ground, 
 The Lane is guarded : Nothing rowts us,but 
 The villany of our feares, 
 Gui. -4rvs. Stand, ftand and fight. 
 
 Enter Pofthuwsus, and feconds the Britaines. They réfewe 
 os Cymbeline, and Exennt, 
 Then enter Lactu, lachimo, and Imogen. 
 Luc. Away boy from the Troopes, and fave thy felfe: 
 For friends kill friends,and the diforder’s fuch 
 
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 The Tragedie of (ymbeline. , 
 
 Exit. | 
 
 As warre were hood-wink'd. 
 Jac. Tis their frefh fupplies. 
 Luc. It is a day turn’d ftrangely : or betimes 
 
 Let’s re, inforce, or fly. Exennt, 
 
 Scena T ertia. 
 
 Enter Pofhurmus, anda Britaine Lord. 
 
 Lor, Cam 'ft thou from where they made the ftand? 
 Poff. I did. 
 Though you it feemes comme from the Fliers? 
 Lo. I did. 
 Poft. No blamebe to you Sir , for all was loft, 
 But that the Heavens fought : the King himfelfe 
 Of his wings deftitute, the Army broken, 
 And but the backes of Britaines{eene; all lying 
 Througha ftraight Lane, the Enemy full-hearted, 
 Lolling the Tongue with flaught’ring: having worke 
 More plentifull, then Tooles to doo’t : ftroke downe 
 Some mortally,fome flightly touch’d,fome falling 
 Meerely through teare, that the ftrait pafle was damm’d 
 | With deadme, hurt behinde, and Cowards living 
 | Todye withlength’ned fhame, 
 | Le. Where wasthis Lane ? 
 Poft. Clofe by the battell ,ditch’d,& wall’d with turph, 
 Which gave advantage to an ancient Soldiour 
 (An honeft one I warrant) who deferu’d 
 Solong a breeding, as his white beard came to, 
 In doing this for’s Country. Athwart the Lane, 
 He, withtwo ftriplings (Lads more like to run 
 The Country bafe, then to commit {uch flanghter, 
 With faces fit for Maskes, or rather fayrer 
 Then thofe for prefervation cas’d, or fhame) 
 Made good the paflage, cryed to thofe thar fled, 
 Our Britaines hearts dye flying , not our men, 
 To darkeneffe fleete foules that flye backwards; ftand, 
 Or weare Romanes, and will giveyouthac 
 Like beafis, which you fhun beaftly, and may fave 
 But tolooke backe in frowne : Stand, ftand. Thefethree, 
 Three thoufand confident, ina@ as many : 
 Forthree performersare the File,whenall 
 The reft donothing, With this word ftand, ftand, 
 Accommodated by the Place; more Charming 
 With their owne Nobleneffe, which could have turn'd 
 A Diftaffe,to.a Lance, guilded pale lookes; 
 Part fhame, part {pirit renew’d,that fome turn’d coward 
 But by example (Oha finne in Warre, 
 Damn’d in the firft beginners) gan to looke 
 The way that they did, and to grinlike Lyons 
 Vponthe Pikes o%h’ Hunters, Then beganne 
 A ftopi’th’ Chafer; aRetyre : Anon 
 A Rowt,confufion thicke: forthwith they flye 
 Chickens, the way which they ftopt Eagles + Slaves 
 The ftrides the Victors made : and now our Cowards 
 Like Fragments in hard Voyages became 
 The life o’th* need : having found the backe doore open 
 Of the unguarded hearts: heavens, how they wound, 
 Some flaine béfore,fome dying; {ome their Friends 
 Ore-borne ith’ former wave, tenchac’d by one, 
 Are now cach one the flanghter-man of twenty + 
 Thofe that would dye, or ere refift, are growne 
 The mortall bugs o’th’ Field. 
 
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 The Tragedy of (ymbeline. 413 
 
 Lord, This was ftrange chance : : Groane fo in perpetuity, then be cur’d 
 A narrow Lane, an old man,and two Boyes. By th’fure Phyfitian, Death ; who isthe key 
 Post, Nay, doe not wonder at it : youare made T’unbarre thefe:Lockes.My confcience,thou art fetter’d 
 Rather to wonder at the things you heare, More then my fhanks,and wrifts:you good gods give me 
 Then to worke any. Will you Rime upon'ts The penitent inftrament to picke that Bolt, 
 And vent it for aMock’ry ? here is one : Then free for ever. Ist enough I am forry ? 
 T wo Boyes, an Oldman (twice a Boy) a Lane, So Children tem poral! fathers doc appeafe ; 
 Preferv d the Britaines, was the Romanesbane. Gods are more fullof mercy. Mutt I repents 
 Lord, Nay, be not angry Sirs I cannot doe it better then in Gyves, 
 Post, Lacke, to what end? Defir'd, more then conftrain d, to fatisfie 
 Who dares not ftand his Foe, ile be his friend : It of my freedome tis the maine part, take 
 F orif he'll doe, as he is made todoe, No ftricter render of me, then my All. 
 I know he'll quickly flve my friendfhip too. I know you are more clement then vild men, 
 You haye put me into Rime. Who of their broken Debtors take a third, 
 Lerd. Farewell, you’reangrye Exit, | A fixt, a tenth, letting them thrive againe 
 Post. Still going? This isa Lord: OhNoblemifery | Ontheir abatement ; thats not my defire. 
 To be ith’field, and aske what newes of me: Por Jmogens deere life, take mine, and though 
 To day, how many would have given their honors Tis not io deere, yet tisa life ; you coyn’d it, 
 To have fav’d their Carkafles ? Tooke heele todoo’t, Tweene man, and man, they waigh not every ftampe : 
 And yet dyed too, I, in mine owne woe charm’d, Thou light, take Peeces for the figures fake, 
 Could not find death, where I did heare him groane, (You rather) mine being yours : and fo great Powres, 
 Nor fecle him where he ftrooke. Being an ugly Monfter | If you wilitake this Audit, take this life, 
 Tis range he hides him in freth Cups,foft Beds, And cancell thofe cold Bonds, Oh Jmsogen, 
 Sweet words; or hath moe minifters then we lie {peake to thee in filence. 
 That draw his knives ?'th’War. Well 1 will finde him: 
 For being now a Favourer to the Britaine, Solemne Muficke. Enter (asin an Apparition) Sicélins Lee- 
 No more a Britaine, I have refum’d againe naius,F ather to Poftlumus,an old man,attyred like a war= 
 The part I came in. Fight I will no more, riour, leading in hishand an ancient Matron (his wife, and 
 But yeeld me to the verieft Hind, that fhail (Mother to Posthumus) with Muficke before them. Then 
 Once touch my fhoulder. Great the flanghter is after other MVuficke, followes the two young Leomati (‘Bro- 
 | Heeremade by’th*’Romane ; great the anfwer be thers to Pofthumms )with wounds as they dyedsn the marres, 
 Britaines muft take, For me, my Ranfomes death, They cixcle Poftoumus ronnd as he lyes fleeping. 
 On eyther fide I come to {pend my breath 5 s 
 Which neither heere Ile keepe, nor beare agen, Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Mafter 
 Butendic by fome meanes for Jmogen. __ thew thy fpight, on Mortall fiyes : : 
 Enter two Captaines, and Souldiers. With Mars fall out, with /uno chide, that thy Adulteries 
 _ 1 Great Jupiter be prais’d, Lucius is taken, Rates, and Revenges. 
 Tis thought the old man, and his fonnes, were Angels. Hath my poore Boy done ought but well, 
 2 There was a fourth man, ina filly habit, _. whofe face I never faw: 
 That gave th’Affront with chem. Idy’de whiift inthe Wombe he flaide, 
 _& Sotis reported s . ‘ attending Natures Law. 
 But none of em can be found. Stand, who’s there? W hofe Father thea (as men report, 
 Poff. A Roman, thou Orphanes Father art) 
 W ho had nornow beene drooping heere, if feconds Thou fhouldft have bin, and theeld ed him, 
 Had an{wer'd him. * from this earth-vexing {mart. 
 2 Lay hands on him a Dogge; Moth. Lucina \ent not mc her ayde, 
 Alegge of Rome {hail not returne to tell but tooke me in my Throwes, 
 W hat Crowes have peckt them here;he brags his fervice That from me was Foithumus ript, 
 Asif hewere of note : bring bim:to th’King. came crying mongft his Foes- 
 
 Enter (ymbeline, Belarius, Guideritts, Aruiragus, Pifanio, | A thing of pitty. hae 
 and Romane, Captives. The Captasnes prefent Pofthumus to Sisi. Great Nature like his Anceltry, 
 Cymbeline, who delivers him over toa Gaoler. moulded the ftuffe fo faire : 
 That he diferv’d the praife oth’ World, 
 as great Sscilsus heyre. 
 vise 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man; 
 Scena Quar tA. in Britaine where was he 
 That could ftand up his parallel? 
 or fruitfull object be 2 
 
 a ne 
 
 Enter Posthunins, and Gaoler: Ineye of sr ie ma ae : 
 5 be ftolne, could deeme his dignity . 
 ed es 02 Moth. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt 
 
 You have lockes upon you + 
 So graze, as you finde Pafture. 
 
 2 Gao. I, or a ftomacke- 
 
 Foft, Moft welcome bondage : fort 
 (Ithinke) toliberty : yetam I better y:) 
 Then one thats ficke o’th’Gowt, fince he had rather 
 
 to be exil’d, and throwne 
 From Léonaté Seate, and caft 
 hou art 4 way from her his deereft one : 
 Sweet /mogen? ; 
 Sici. Why did you faffer Jachimo, flight thing of Italy, 
 ddd To 
 
414. 
 
 To taint his nobler hart and braine,with needleffe jeloufie 
 
 And to become the gecke and {corne oth’othersvillany ? 
 
 2 Bro. For this, from ftiller Seats we came, 
 our Parents, and ustwaine, 
 That ftriking in our Countries caufe, 
 tell bravely, and were flaine, tex 
 
 Our Fealty,and Tesantins right, with honor to maintaine, 
 a Bro, Like hardiment Pofhamus hath ssi 
 
 to (ymbeline petform’d: (journ’d 
 
 Then /upiter, thou King of gods, why haftthouthus ad~ 
 
 The Graces for her Merits due,being allto dolors turn d? 
 
 Sici. Thy Chriftall window ope ; looke out 
 no longer exercife bat sar 
 Vpona valiant Race, thy harfh, and potent injuries ; 
 Mah. Since (lupiter) our Sen is good, 
 take off his miferies. 
 Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Manfion, helpe; 
 or we poore Ghofts willcry. ; 
 To’th fhining Synod of the reft, againft thy Deity, 
 Bre. Helpe(fupiter) or we appeale, 
 and from thy juftice flye. : 
 
 Lupiter defcends in Thunder and Lightning, futing upr.an 
 Eagle; be throwesn Thunder-bolt, The Ghosts falt on thesr 
 knees. ; 
 
 Jup. No more you petty Spirits of Region low 
 
 Offend our hearing : hath. H ow dare you Ghoftes 
 
 Accufe the Thunderer, whofe Bolt (you know) 
 
 Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coafts. 
 
 Poore fhadowes of Elizium, hence, and reft 
 
 Vpon your never-withering bankes of Flowress 
 
 Be not with mortall accidents oppreft, 
 
 No care of yours it is, you know tis ours. 
 
 Whom beft I love, I crofle : to make my guift 
 
 The more delay’d, delighted. Be content, 
 
 Your low-laid Sonne, our godhead will uplift : 
 
 His comforts thrive, his Trialls wellare {pent : 
 
 Our Ioviall Starre reign’d at his Birth, and in 
 
 Our Temple was he married : Rife, and fade, 
 
 He thall be Lord of Lady Jmogezx, 
 
 And happier much by his Affliction made 
 
 This Tablet lay upon his breft, wherein 
 
 Our pleafure, his full Fortune, doth confine, 
 
 And fo away :no farther with your dinne 
 
 Expreffe Impatience, leftyou ftirre up mine : 
 
 Mount Eagle, to my Palace Chriftalline. Alcends. 
 Sic. He came in Thunder, his Celeftiall breath 
 
 Was fulphurous tofmell : the holy Eagle 
 
 Stoop’d, as to foote us : his Afcenfion is 
 
 More {weet then our bleft fields: his Royall Bird 
 
 Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake, 
 
 As when his god is pleas’d. 
 ell, Thankes lupiter. 
 
 Sici, The Marble Pavement clozes. he isenter’d 
 
 His radiant Roofe : Away, and to be bleft 
 
 Let us with care performe his great beheft. Vanifh. 
 Pot. Sleepe, thou haft bin a Grandfire, and begot 
 
 A Father to me: and thou haft created 
 
 A Mother,and twobrothers. But (ohfcorne) 
 
 Gone, they went hence fo foone as they were borne; 
 
 And fol am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend 
 
 On Greatneffe, Favour ; Dreameas I have done, 
 
 Wake, and find nothing. But (alas) I {werve : 
 
 Many Dreame not to find, neither deferve, 
 
 And yet are fteep'd in Favours ; foam 1 
 
 That have this Golden chance, and know not why: 
 
 | What Fayeries haunt this ground? a booke? Oh rare one, 
 
 —, 
 
 The Teagedy of Gmbeline. 
 
 foal Pofthnmus end hts miferies, Britaine be fortunate,and 
 
 Be not, as is our fangled world, aGarment 
 Nobler then that it covers. Let thy effects 
 
 So tollow, tobe moft unlike our Courtiers; 
 As good, as promile. . 
 Reades, ess | 
 V V Hen as a Lyons whelpe,foall to himfelfe nnknown | 
 
 without fecking fied, and beembracd by a peece | * ) 
 
 of tendcr Ayre : And when from a, frately Cedar foall be | 
 lope branches, which being dead réany yeeres, foall after re | 
 vive, be joynted to the old Stocke, and fre faly grew, then 
 
 fleurife in Peace and Plenty, 
 Tis ftill a Dreame :or'eHe fuch ftuffe as Madnaen 
 Tongue, and braine not : either both, or nothing, 
 Or fenfcleffe {peaking, ora {peaking fuch 
 As fenfe cannot untye. Be what itis, 
 The Action of my life is like it, which lle keepe 
 It but for fimpathy. 
 Enter Gaoler, 
 
 Gao.Come Sir, are you ready for death? 
 
 Poft, Over-roafted rather : ready long agoeés tf 
 Gao.Hanging is the word, Sir, if you be ready for that, 
 you are well Cook’d: 
 Pof. Soif | provea good repaft to the Spectators, the 
 dith payes thé'fhot. 
 
 Gao. A heavy reckoning for you Sir : but the comfort | 
 is you fhall be called to no more payments, feare no more 
 Taverne Bils, which are often the fadnefle of parting, as 
 the procuring of mirth : youcome in faint for want of 
 meate, depart reeling with toe much drinke : forry that 
 you have payed too much, and forry that you are payed | 
 too much : Purfe and Braine, both empty : the braine the 
 heavier, for being toolight the ‘Purfe too light, being 
 drawne ot heavineffe. ‘Oh,of this contradiétion you thall 
 now be quit: Ohthe charity of a penny Cord, it fummes 
 up thonfandsina trice: you have no true Debitory and 
 Creditor butit : of whatspaft, is. and to come, the dif- 
 charge : your necke (Sir) is Pen, Booke, and Counters :fo 
 the Acquitance followes. 
 
 Poff, 1am merrier to dye, then thouarttolives 
 
 Gao. Indeed Sit, he that flcepes, feeles not the Tooth- 
 Ache? but'a man that were to fleepe your fleepe, and a 
 Hangman to helpe him to bed, thinke he would change 
 places with his Officer: for looke you Sir,you know not 
 which way you fhall goe. 
 
 Post. Yesindeed doe, fellow. 
 
 Gao, Your death haseyes. ins head then : 1 have not |. 
 
 feene him fo pi@ur’d: you mult either be directed by 
 fome that take upon them to know, or to take upon your 
 felfe that which iam fare youdoe not know: or lump 
 the after-enquiry on your owne perill:and how you fhall 
 {peed in your journies end, I thinke you'll never returne 
 totell one. : 
 
 Poff. 1 tellthee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, C0 
 dire@ them the way. 1 am going, butfachas winke, 
 will not ufe them: 
 
 Gao. What an infinite mocke is this, thata man fhould 
 have the beft ufe of eyes,tofeethe way of blindnefle: I 
 am fure hanging’s the way of winking. 
 
 Enter a Miffenger. 
 h ene Knocke off his Manacles,bring your Prifonerto 
 the Ing. ; 
 
 Poff. Thou bringft good newes; lam ealld to be made 
 
 ree. ; . 
 _ Gao, Tle be hang’d then. ; 
 < Poft. Thou fhaltbethen freer then a-Gaolers =a 
 0 
 
 SS a eee ee ee 
 
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 for the dead. . : Exeunt. 
 
 Gao. Vnieffe a man would marry a Gallowes, and be- 
 get yong Gibbets, I never faw one foprone: yet on my 
 Confcience, there are verier Knaves defireto live, for all 
 he be a Roman ; and there be fome of them too that dye 
 again{t their willes : fo fhould 1, if I were one. I would 
 we were all ofoneminde, and oné minde good : O there 
 were defolation of Gaolers and Galowfes: Ifpeakea- 
 gainft my prefent profit, but my with hath a preferment 
 int. Exit. 
 
 Enter Cymbeline, Bellarive, Guiderins, Arvia 
 ragus, Ps{anio, ana Lords, 
 (im.Stand by my fide you,w hom the Gods have made 
 Prelervers of my Throne: woeis my heart, ° 
 That the poore Souldier that fo richly fought, 
 Whofe ragges, fham’d gilded Armes,whofe naked breft 
 Stept before Targes of proofe, cannut be found : 
 He fhall be happy that can finde him, if 
 Our Grace €an make him fos 
 Bel. I never faw 
 Such Noble fury in fo poore a Thing 5 
 Such precious deeds, in one that promift nought 
 But beggery,and poore lookes- 
 Cyw. Notydings of him ? <> 
 Pifa. He hath bin fearch’d among the dead,and living; 
 But no trace of him. 
 Cym. To my gricfe, I am 
 The heyre of his Reward, which I willadde 
 To you (the Liver, heart, and Braine of Britain ) 
 By whom (i grant) fhelives. Tis now the time 
 To aske of whence you are. Report it. 
 Bel. Sir, 
 In Cambria are we borne, and Gentlemen = 
 Further to boaft, were neither true, nor modelt, 
 Voleffe I adde, weave honeft. 
 Cym. Bow your knees: 
 Arife my Knights oth’Battell, I create you 
 Companions to our perfon, and will ft you 
 With Dignities becomming your eftates. 
 Exter Cornelius and Ladies. 
 There’s bufineffe in thefe faces : why fo fadly _ 
 Greet your our Victory ? you looke like Romanes, 
 And not oth Court of Britaine. 
 Corn. Hayle great King, 
 Tofowre your happinefie, I muft report 
 The Queene is dead- 
 Cym. Whom worfe thena Phyfitian 
 Would this report become ; but ! confiders 
 By Med’cine life may be prolong’d, yet death 
 Will feize the Doctor too. How ended fhe ? 
 (ore With horror, madly dying, like her life, 
 Which (being cruel! to the worid concluded 
 Moft cruell to her felfe. W hai fhe confeft, 
 I will report, fo pleafe you. Thefe her Women 
 Can trip me, if lerre, who with wet cheekes 
 Were prefent when fhe finifh’d. 
 Cym. Prethee fay. >. 
 Comm. Firft, the confeft the never lov'd you : onely 
 Affected Greatne fie got by you : set you + 
 
 Married your Royalty, was wifeto your place: 
 
 The Tragedy of (. ‘ymbeline. 
 
 Abhorr’d your perfon. “ak 
 Cym. She alone knew this : 
 And but fhe {poke it dying, 1 would not 
 Beleeve her lipsin opening it. Proceed, Soy 
 Conn. Your daughter, whom the bore in hand to love 
 With tuch integrity, the did confeffe 
 Was asa Scorpion to her fight, whofelife 
 (But that her fight prevented it) fhe had 
 Tane off by poy{on. 
 Cym. O mott delicate fiend! 
 Who ist can readea Woman ? is there more ? 
 Corn. More Sir, and worfe, She did confeffe fhe had 
 For you a mortali Minerall, which being tooke, 
 Should by the minute feede on life, and lingring, 
 By inches wafte you. In which time, fhe purpos’ 
 By watching, weeping, tendance, kifling, to 
 Orecome you with her fhew : yes and in time 
 (When fhe had fitted you with her craft, to worke 
 Her Sonne into th'adoption of the Crowne 
 But fayling of her end by his ftrange abfence, . 
 Grew thamelefle defperate, open’d (in defpight 
 Of heaven, and Men) her purpofes ; repented 
 The evils fhe hatch’d, were not effected : fo 
 Difpayring, dyed. 
 Cym. Heard you all this, her Women? 
 Lad. We did; fo pleafe your highnefle. 
 Cym. Mine eyes 
 Were not in fault, for the was beantifull : 
 Mine earesthat heare her flattery,nor my heart. 
 That thought her like her feeming. It had beene vicious 
 To have miftrufted her : yet (Oh my Daughter ) 
 That it was folly in me, thou mayft fay, 
 And prove it in thy fecling. Heaven mend all. 
 Enter Litcins, Lachinso, and other Reman prifoners, 
 Leonat ws behind, and Imogen. 
 Thou comm’ ft not Cass now for Tribute, that 
 The Britaines have rac’d out, though with the lofle 
 Of many abold one : whofe Kinfmen have made fuite 
 That their good foules may be appeas'd, with flanghrer 
 Of you their Captives, which our ielfe have granted, 
 So thinke of your eftate. 
 Lue. Confider fir, the chance of Warre, the day 
 Was yours by accident : bad it gone with us, 
 We (hould not when the blood was cool, have threatned 
 Onr Prifoners with the Sword. But fince the gods 
 Will have it chas, chat nothing but our lives 
 May be call’d ranfome, letit come : fwrhceth, 
 A Roman, witha Rossans heart can iuffer : 
 Anguftus livesto thinke on’t : and fo much 
 For my pecuiiar care. This one thing onely 
 I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne) 
 Let him be ranfom’d: Never Matter had 
 A Page fo kinde, fo duteous, diligent, 
 ’ Sotender over his occafions,true, _ 
 So feate, fo Nurfe-like ; let his vertue joyne Ney 
 With my requeft, which Ile make bold, your highneffe 
 Cannot deny : he hath doneno Britaine harme, 
 Though he have ferv’da Roman, Save him (Sir) 
 _And {pare no blood befides 
 (ym. Uhave furely feene him : 
 His favour is familiar to me : Boy, 
 Thou haft look’d thy felfe into my grace, 
 And art mine owne. I know not why, wherefore, 
 To fay, live boy :nere thanke thy Matter, live 5 
 And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt, 
 Fitting my bounty, and thy ftate, Ile giveit ¢ 5 
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 Yea, though thou doe demand a Prifoner, 
 
 The Nobleft tane. 
 
 imo. I humbly thanke your Highneffe. 
 
 Luc." 1 doe not bid thee begge my life, good Lad, 
 
 And yetI know thou wilt. 
 
 Jmo.- No, no, alacke, ; 
 
 Theres other workein hand: I feeathing 
 
 Bitrer to me, as death : your life, good Maiter, 
 
 Mutt fhuffle for it feife. 
 
 Luc. The Boy ditdaines me, 3 
 
 He icaves me, fcornes me: briefely dye their joyes, 
 
 That place them on the truth of Gyrles, and Boyes. 
 
 W hy ftands he fo perplex ? 
 
 (ym, What wouldit thou Boy ? 
 
 T love thee more, and more: thinke more and more 
 
 Whats belt to askes Knowit him thou look’ ft on? fpeake 
 
 Wilt have him live ? ls he thy Kin @ thy friend ? 
 
 Imo. Heis a Romane, no more kin to me, : 
 Then I to your highnefle, who being borne your vaffaile 
 Am fomeching neerer. 
 
 Cym. Wherefore ey ft him fo ? 
 
 Imo. Tlete}l you (Sir) in private, if you pleafe 
 To give me hearing. 
 
 Cym. I, withall my heart, 
 
 And lend my beft attention. Whatsthy name ? 
 
 Imo, Fidele Sir. 
 
 Cym. Thou'rt my good youth, my Page, 
 
 Ile be thy Mafter : walke with me : {peahe freely, 
 Bel. isnot this Boy reviu'd from death ? 
 Arvi. One fand another 
 
 Not more refémbles that fweet Rofie Lad : 
 
 Who dyed, and was Fidele : what thinke yon ? 
 
 Gus. The famedead thing alive. 
 
 Bel. Peace, peace, fee further; he eyes us not,forbeare, 
 Creatures may be alike : wére’t he, I ain fare 
 He wouid have {poke to us. 
 
 Gus. But we fee him dead. 
 
 Bel. Befilent : lets fee turther. 
 
 Pifa. Itis my Miltris : 
 
 Since the is living, let the time run on, 
 
 To good, or bad. 
 
 C ym. Come, {tand thou by onr fide. 
 Make thy demandaiowd. Sir, ftep you forth, 
 Give an{wer to this boy, and doe it freely, 
 
 Or by our Greatnefle, and the grace of it 
 
 (Which is our honor) bitter torture fhall ’ 
 
 Winnow the truth from falfhood. One {peake to him. 
 /mo, My booncis, that this Gentleman may tender 
 
 Of whom he had this Ring. ‘ 
 
 P oft. Whatsthat to him: 
 
 Cym. That Diamond upon your finger, fay 
 
 How came it yours? 
 
 Zach, Thou'lt torture me to leave un{poken, that 
 
 Which to be fpoke, wou’d torture thee. 
 
 Cym, How ?me? 
 
 Tach. Yam gladto beconftrain’d to vtter that 
 
 Which torments meto conceale. By Villany 
 
 T got this Ring : twas Leonatus fewell, 
 
 Whom thou didft banifh : and which more may greeve 
 
 Asit doth me :a Nobles Sir nere liv’d (thee, 
 
 Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord ? 
 
 Cym. Ali thet belongs to this. 
 
 dach. That Paragon, thy daughter, 
 
 For whom iny heart drops blood, and my falfe fpirits 
 
 Quailetoreme nher. Give meleave,] faint. 
 
 Cym. My Daught? what of her ? Renew thy firenth 
 
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 The Tragedy of Ginbeline. 
 
 Thad rather thou fhouldf live, while Nature will, 
 Then dye ere I heare more: {trive man, and {peake, 
 Tach, Vpona time, unhappy was the clocke 
 That {trooke the houre : it was in Rome,accurft 
 The Manfion where : twas at a feaft,oh would 
 Our Viands had bin poyfon’d (or at leaft i 
 Thofe which | heav'd to head :) the good Poftbunms, 
 “(What fhould I fay ? he was too good to be 
 W here ill men were, and was the beft of all 
 Among’ft the rarft of good ones) fitting fadly, 
 Hearing us praife our Loves of Italy 
 For beauty, that made barren the {well’d beaft 
 Of Lim that beft could {peake : for Feature, laming 
 The Shrine of Venus, or {traight-pight A@inerva, 
 Poftures, beyond briefe Nature. For Condition, 
 A thop of allthe qualities, that man 4 
 Loves woman for, befides that hooke of Wiving, ~ 
 Fairenefic, which ftrikes theeye. 
 Cy. I {tand on fire. Come to the matter. 
 ach. Ali too foone I thali, 
 Volefie chou wouldft greeve quickly. This Pofbumna, 
 Mott like a Noble Lord, in love, and one 
 That had a Royall Lover, tooke his hint, 
 And (not difpraifing whom we prais’d, therein 
 He was as caimeas vertue) he began 
 His Miftris pi@ure, which by his tongue, being made, 
 And then a mind put int, either our bragges 
 Were crak’d of Kitchin-Trulles, or his detcription 
 Prov’d us unfpeaking fottes. 
 (ym. Nay, nay, to’ch’purpofe. : 
 Lach. -Y our daughters Chattity, (there it begins) 
 He {pake of her, as Dsan had hot dreames, 
 And the alone were cold ; Whereat, I wretch 
 Made {cruple of bis praife, and wag’d with him 
 Peeces of gold, gainit this, which them he wore 
 Vpon his honor’d finger) toattaine 
 In fuite che place ofs bed, and winne this Ring 
 By hers, and mine Adultury : he (true Knight) 
 No lefler of her honor confident 
 Then I did truly finde her, flakes this Ring, 
 And would fo, had it beenea Carbuncle ‘ 
 Of Phoebus Wheele ; and might fo fafely, had it 
 Bin all the worth ofs Carre, Away to Britaine 
 Pofte I in this defigne : Well may you (Sir) 
 Remember meat Court, where { was taught 
 Of your chafte Daughter,the wide difference i 
 Twixt Amorous, and Villanous. Being thus quench d 
 Of hope, not longing ; mine Italian brainey 
 Gan in your duller Britaine operate 
 Mott vildly : for my vantage excellent. 
 Andto be briefe, my practife fo prevayl’d 
 That I returnd with fimular proofe enough, 
 To make the Noble Leonatms mad, 
 By wounding his beleife inher Renowne, 
 With Tokens thus, and thus; averring notes 
 Of Chamber hanging, Pictures this her Bracelet 
 (Oh cunning how I got it) nay fome markes 
 Of fecret om her perfon, that he could not 
 But thinke her bond of Chaftity quite crackd, 
 T having tane the forfeyt, Whereupon, 
 Me thinkes I {ee him now. 
 Pot. I, {o thou doft,! 
 Italian fiend. Aye me, moftcredulonsfoole, 
 Egtegious murtherer, Theefe, any thing 
 Thats duetoalf the Villaines palt, in being ie 
 Tocome. Oh give me Cord, or knife, or poyfon, 
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 Some upright Iufticer. Thou King ,fend out 
 For Torturers ingenious : it is I 
 That all th’abhors cd things oth’earth amend 
 By being worfethenthey. lam Posthumus, 
 That kili’dth y Daughter : Villaine-like, Elye, 
 That cau s‘d a leffer villainethen my felfe, 
 il A facrilegions. Theefe to doo’t. The Temple 
 Of Vertue was fhe: yea, and the her felfes 
 Spet, and throw fones, caft myre upon me, fet 
 Thedogges oth’ftreetto bay me : every villaine 
 Be calld Posthumus Leonatus, and 
 Be villany leffethen twas. Oh /mogen | 
 , My Queene; my life, my wife: oh /mogen, 
 Imogen, Imoges, 
 Ime. Peace my Lord, heare, heare, 
 Poff. Shalls have aplay ofthis? 
 Thou {cornfull Page, there lye thy part, 
 
 Pifa. Oh Gentleman, helpe, 
 Mine and your Miftris: Oh my Lord Pofhamu, 
 Youne’re killd Jmsogen till now : helpe, helpe,; 
 Nr Mine honor'd Lady. 
 
 ‘ Cym. Doesthe world goe round? 
 
 Poff. How comes thee ftaggers on-me? 
 
 Fifa. Wake my Miftais. 
 
 Cym. If this be fo, the gods doe meane to ftrike me 
 ‘ To death, with mortall joy. 
 
 } Pifa. How fares my Miftris. 
 Imo. Oh get thee from my fight, 
 
 o Thou gavit me poyfon : dangerous Fellow hence, 
 
 } Breath not where Princes are. 
 
 i (ym. The tune of Imogen. 
 
 mT Pifa.Lady,the gods throw ftones of {ulphure on me, if 
 
 . That box I gave you, wasnotthought by me_ 
 
 A precious thing, I had it from the Queene. 
 
 Cym, New matter ftill. 
 
 | Ingo, It poyfon’d mes 
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 Corn. Oh gods ! 
 I {eft out one thing which the Queene confeft,' 
 Which muftapprove thee honett. If Pifanio 
 Have (faid (he) given his Miftris that Confection 
 Which I gave him for Cordiall, fhe is ferv’d, 
 As I would fervea Rat. 
 (ym. Whats this, Cornelius ? 
 Corn. The Queene (Sir) very oft importun'’d me 
 To temper poyions for her, {till pretending 
 The {atisfaction of her knowledge, onely 
 In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges 
 Of no eitceme, I dreading, that her purpote 
 Was of more danger, did compound for her 
 A certaine ftuffe, which being tane, would feize 
 The prefent power of life, but in fhort time, 
 All Offices of Nature, fhould againe 
 Doe their due Functions. Have you tane of it ? 
 Imo. Mott like I did, for I wasdead. 
 Bel. My Boyes, there was our error. 
 Gui. This is fure Fidele. 
 Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you? 
 Thinke thar youare upona Rocke, and now 
 Throw me againe. ; 
 Post, Hang there like fruite, my foule, 
 Tillthe Tree dye. cgi 
 | (ym, How now, my flefh? My child? 
 What, mai’( thon mea dallardinthis At ?, 
 Wilt thou norf{pcaketo mer 
 Ime. Your biefling Sir. ; 
 Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not, 
 
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 You had a motive fort. 
 
 Cym. My teares that fall 
 Prove holy-water onthee ; /mogem, 
 Thy Mothers dead. 
 
 Imo. Lam forry for’t my Lord. 
 
 Cym. Oh, fhe wasnaught ;.and long of her it was 
 That we meet heere fo ftrangely : but her Sonne 
 Is Zone, we know not how, nor where. 
 
 Pifa. My Lord, 
 
 Now feare is from me, Ie fpeake troth. Lord (Yotten 
 Vpon my Ladies miiling, cameto me 
 
 With his Sword drawne, foam’d at the mouth,and {wore 
 If | difcover'd not which way fhe was gone, 
 
 It was my inftantdeath. By accident, 
 
 I hada feigned Letter of my Mafters 
 
 Then in my pocket, which directed him 
 
 To feeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford, 
 Where in a frenzy, in my Mafters Garments 
 
 ( Which he infore’d from me) away he poftes 
 
 With unchafte purpofe, and with oath to violate 
 
 My Ladies honor, what became of him, 
 
 I further know not. ’ 
 
 Gai, Let meend the Story : I flew him there. 
 
 (7. Marry, the gods forefend, 
 
 I would net thy good deeds, fhould from my lips 
 Plucke a hard fentence : Prethee valiant youth 
 Deny’t againes 
 
 Guil. J have {poke it, and I did ite 
 
 Cym. HewasaPrinces  _ 
 
 Gas. A moftincivill one. The wrongs hedid mé 
 Werenothing Prince-like; for he did proyoke me 
 With Language that would make me {purne the Sea, 
 Ifit could foroare tome. I cut offs head, - 
 
 And am right glad he is not ftanding here 
 Totell this tale of mine, 
 Cym. 1am fory for thee : 
 By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and muf 
 Endure ous Law : Thon'’rt dead, 
 Imo. That headleffe man I thought had bin my Lord 
 (y™. Bind the Offender, 
 And take him from our prefence, 
 Sel. Stay, Sir King. : 
 This man is better then the man he flew, 
 As well defcended as thy felfe, and hath 
 More of thee merited, then a Band of Clorens 
 Had everfcarre for. Lethis Armes alone, 
 They were not borne for bondage. 
 Cym, Why old Souldier : 
 Wilt thou undooe the worththou art unpayd for 
 By tafting of onr wrath ? how ofdefcent 
 As good as we ? 
 
 evi. Inthat he {pake too farre. 
 
 Cym. And thou fhalt dye for't. 
 
 Bel. We willdye all three, 
 
 But I will prove that two on’sare as good 
 As Ihave given out him. My Sonnes, I muft 
 For mine owne part, unfold a dangerous {peech, 
 Thosgh haply well for you. 
 Arvs. Your dangers ours. 
 Guid. Andour goodhis. -, 
 Bel, Haveat it then, by leave 
 Thou hadft (great King) a Subje@, who 
 Was calld Belarus... . 
 Cym, What of him ? he isa banith’d Traitor. 
 Bel. He itis, that hath 
 Affum’d this age : indeed a banifh’d many ; 
 
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The Tragedy of ai beline. 
 
 | But Iam trueft fpeaker. You calld me Brother 
 
 "1 know not how,a Traitor. 
 
 Cym. Take him hences ; 
 The whole world {hall not fave him. 
 
 Bel, Nat too hot; 
 Firit pay mic for the Nurfing of thy Sonnes , 
 Aad iet it be confifcate all, 10 foone 
 As Uhave receiv'dit, 
 
 Cym. Surfing of my Sonnes? 
 
 Bel, Tam too blunt, and fawcy : heeres my knee t 
 Ere i arifé, I wili preterre my Sonnes, 
 Then {pare not the old Fathers Mighty Sir, 
 Thefe two young Gentlemen that call me father, 
 And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mines 
 They are the yflue of your Loynes, my Liege, 
 And blood of your begettings 
 
 (ym, How ? my iffue 
 
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 Bel, So fare as you, your fathers + 1 (old Morgan) xe 
 
 Am that Belarins whom you fometime banifh’¢ : 
 Your pleafure was my neere offence, my punifhment 
 It felfe, and all my Treafon that I {ufter’d, 
 Wasall the harme I did. Thefe gentle Princes 
 (For fuch,and fo they are) thefe twenty yecres 
 Have | train’d up ;chofe Arts they have, as 
 Could put intothem. My breeding was (Sig)s-* 
 As your Highneffe knowes, Their Nurie Enriphile 
 (Whom for the Theft I wedded) ftole thete Chiidren 
 Vpon my Banifhment: I moov'd her too't, 
 Having receiv'd the punifhment before 
 For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyalty, 
 Excited me to Treafon. Their deere lofie, * 
 The more of youtwas felt, the more it fhap’d 
 Vito my end of ftealing them. But gracious Sir, 
 Heere are your Sonnesagaine; and I mutt loofe 
 Two of che {weet{t Companions in the World. 
 The bendiction of thefe covering heavens 
 Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy 
 To in-lay heaven with Srarres. 
 Cym. Thou weepit, and fpeaktt : 
 The Service that you three have done, is more 
 Vnlike, then this thou tellft. 1 loft my children, 
 If thefebethey, I know not hew to with 
 A payre of worthier Sonties. 
 Bel. Be pleas’d a while : 
 This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore, 
 Moft worthy Prince, as yours, is true Gmiderins ¢ 
 This Gentleman, my Cadwal,, a4rviragus, 
 Your yonger Princely Son, he Sir, was lapt 
 Ina moit curious Mantle, wrought by th’hand 
 Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation 
 I can with eale produce, 
 (ym. Guidireus had 
 | Vpon his necke a Mole, a fanguine Starre, 
 It wasa marke of wonder. 
 Bel, This is he, 
 Who hath npoa him ftillchat natural! ftampe : 
 Te was wife Natures end, in the donation 
 Tobe his evidence now. 
 4 Cy. Ob, whatam I 
 “A Mather to the byrth of three ? Nere Mother 
 Rejoye’d deliverance more ; Bielt, pray you be, 
 ) That after this ftrange ftarting from your Orbes, 
 Youmay reigne in them now: Oh imogen, 
 Thou haft foit by this a Kingdome. 
 Imo. No, my Lord : 
 
 Ihave got two Werlds by’t. Oh my gentle Brothers, 
 
 Have we thusmet # Ohnever fay hereafter 
 
 WS i cade 
 
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 When I was but your Sifter {I you Brother, 
 When we were{o indeed. . 
 Cym. Did youre meete ? 
 arvi, | my good Lord. 
 Gui, Andat firft meeting lov’d, 
 Continu’d fo, untill we thought hedyed. 
 Corn. By the Queenes Dramme fhe fwallow'd. 
 Cym. Orareinitint! 
 
 When fhall { heare ali through? This fierce abridgement, | 
 
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 Hath to ic Circumfantiall branches, which 
 
 Deflinction fhould be rich in. Where? how liv'd you? 
 
 And when came you to ferve our Romane Captive? 
 How paried with your Brother ? How firft met them? 
 W by fled you from the Court ? And whether thefe? 
 And your three motives to the Battaile ? with 
 
 1 know net how much more fhould be demanded, 
 And all the other by-dependances : 
 From chanceto chance ? But nor the time,nor place 
 Wiil {ecve our long Interrogatories. See, 
 
 Pofthumus Anchors upon /mogen; te 
 And (he (like harmelefie Lightning) throwes her eye 
 Oa him : her brothers, Me : her Mafter hitting 
 Each object witha loy : the Counter-change 
 
 Is feverally inal. Lets quite this gronnd, 
 
 And {moake the Temple with our Sacrifices. 
 
  Fhou art my Brother, fo we'll hold thee ever. 
 
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 Imo. Youare my Mother too,and did releevemes | 
 
 To fee this gracious feafons 
 Cym. Aliore-joy’d 
 
 Save thefein bonds, let them be joyful too, 
 
 For they fhall tafte our Comfors 2 a 
 Ime. My good Matter, 1 willyetdoe you fervices — 
 Luc. Happy be youe : 
 Cym. The forlorne Souldier, that fo Nobly | 
 
 He would kavewell becom’ dthis place, and grac 
 
 The thankings of a Kiag. 
 
 Post. 1am Sir 
 
 The fouldier that did company thefe three 
 
 In poore befeeming : twas a fitment for 
 
 Che purpofe I then follow'ds That Iwas hes 
 
 Speake /achimo, 1 had you downe, and might 
 
 Have made your finifh. 
 
 Tach. 1am downe againe : “a 
 
 Bat now my heavy Confcience finkes my knee, 
 
 Asthen your forcedid. Take that life, befeech you, 
 
 Which I fo often owe ; but your Ring firft, 
 
 And heere the Brac: let of the trueft Princefle - 
 
 That ever {wore her faith. 
 
 Poff, Knecle norto me : 
 
 The powre that I have on you, is to {pare yon: 
 
 The malice towards you, to forgive yous Live 
 
 And deale with others better. 
 
 Cym. Nobly doony'd :- 
 
 @We'li learneour Freenefle of a Sonne-in- Law - 
 
 Pardons the word coal. 
 
 Arvi. You holpe us Sir, 
 As you did meane indeed to be our Brother, 
 loy d are we, that you are. 
 
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 Cail forth your Sooth-fayer : As i flept, methought 
 Great Jupiter upon his Eagle back’d ° : 
 Appear’d tome, with other fprightly thewes 
 
 OF mine owne Kindred. When] wak’d, I found 
 
 Is fo from fenfe in hardneffe, that I can 
 
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 Make no colleétion of it. Let him fhew Promifes Britaine, Peace and Ptenty- 
 His skill in the conftruétion. Cym. Well, 
 Luc. Philarmonus, My Peace we will begin : And Cains Lucius, 
 Sesth. Heere, my good Lord. Althongh the Viétor, we fubmit to Ce/ar, 
 Lye, Read, and declare the meaning. And to the Romane Empire ; promifing 
 To pay our wonted Fribute, from the which 
 Reades, We were diffwaded by our wicked Queene, 
 
 V V Hen ae 4 Lyons whelpe, fhall to himfelfe unkown | Whoun heavens in jultice both on her, and hers, 
 without fecking find, and be embrac'd by a peece | Havelaid moft heavy hand. 
 
 S oftender eAyre: and when froma ftately Cedar fhall be Sooth. The fingers of the Powres above, doe tune 
 
 lopt branches, which being dead many yeares, {oak after rem | The harmony of this Peace : the Vifion 
 
 vive, be joynted to theold Stocke, and frefoly grew, thes | WhichI made knowne to Lucius ere the ftroke 
 
 foak Pofthumus end his miferics, Britaine be fortunate, Of yet this fcarfe-cold-Battaile, at this inftant 
 
 and flourifh in Peace and Plenty. Is fullaccomplith’d. For the Romane Eagle 
 Thon Leenatus art the Lyons Whelpe, From South to Weit, on wing foaring aloft 
 The fitand apt Conftruction of thy name Leffen'd her felfe, and in the Beames oth’Sun 
 Seing Leenatus, doth import fo much: So vanifh’d ; which fore-fhew'd our Princely Eagle 
 The peece of tender Ayre, thy vertuous daughter; Th'Imperiall Ca/ar, fhould againe unite 
 Which we call Maollis der, and Molis Aer His favour, with the Radiant ( ymbeline, 
 Wererme it AZulier : which AMlier I divine Which fhines here in the Weil. 
 Isthis moft conftant Wife, whoeven now Cym. Laudwethegods, 
 Anfwering the Letter ofthe Oracle, And let our crooked Smoakes climbeto their Noftrils 
 Vnknowne to you unfought, were clipt about From our bleft Altars. Publith wethis peace 
 With this molt tender Aire. Toall our Subjects. Set we forward :let 
 ym. This hath fome {eeming, A Roman, and a Britrith Exfigne wave 
 Seoth, The lofty Cedar, Royall (ymbeline Friendly together ; fothroagh Luds-Towne martch, 
 Perfonates thee: And thy lopt Branches, point Andin the Temple of great Jupiter 
 Thy two Sonnes forth: who by Befarins {tolne Oar Peace wel ratifie : Seale it with feafts, 
 For many yeares thought dead,are now reviv’d Set on there : Never was a Warre did ceafe 
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