To the moſt Noble and Incomparable pair of Brethren,

William Earl of Pembroke, &c.
Lord Chamberlain to the Kings moſt Excellent Majesty;

AND
Philip E. of Montgomery, &c.

Gentleman to his Majeſties Bed-Chamber. Both Knights of the moſt Noble Order of the Garter, and our ſingular good LORDS,

Right Honourable,

WHILST we ſtudy to be thankful in our particular, for the many Favours we have received from your L. L. we are faln upon the ill fortune, to mingle two the moſt diverse things that can be fear, and rathneſs, in the enterprife, and fear of the ſuccefs. For, when we value the places your H. H. ſuſtain, we cannot but know their dignity greater, than to defcend to the reading of theſe trifles : and while we name them trifles, we have depriv'd our ſelves of the defence of our DEDication. But ſince your L. L. have been pleas'd to think theſe trifles ſomething heretofore, and have ſprocuted both them, and their Author living, with ſo much favour : we hope, ( that they out living him, and he not having the fate, common with ſome, to be Executor to his own writings ) you will uſe the fame indulgence toward them, you have done unto their parent. There is a great difference, whether any Book chufe his Patrons, or find them: This hath done both: For, ſo much were your L. L. likings of the ſeveral parts, when they were Acted, as before they were published, the Volume ask'd to be yours. We have but collected them, and done an office to the dead, to procure his Orphans, Guradians; without ambition either of ſelf-profit, or fame: only to keep the memory of ſo worthy a Friend and Fellow alive, as was our *Shakeſpear*, by humble offer of his *Plays*, to your moſt Noble Patronage: Wherein as we have juſtly obſerved, no man to come near your L. L. but with a kind of religious addrefs; it hath been the height of our care, who are the Prefenters, to make the Prefent worthy of your H. H. by the Perfection: But there we muſt also crave our abilities to be considered, my Lords. We cannot go beyond our own powers : Countrey hands reach forth Milk,

A

Cream,

THE
TEMPEST.

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter Ship-maſter and a Botefwain.

Maſter,

Oteſwain.

Botef. Here Maſter: What cheer?

Maſt. Good: Speak to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our felves a-ground, beſtir, beſtir.

Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Botef. Hey my hearts, cheerly my hearts: yare, yare: Take in the top-fail: tend to th' Maſter's whifle: Blow till thou burſt thy wind, it room enotigh.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Ferdinarido, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Botefwain have care: where's the Maſter ? Play the men.

Botef. I pray now keep below.

Antb. Where is the Maſter, Boſon ?

Botef. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour :

Keep your Cabins: you do affilt the ſtorm.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Botef. When the Sea is: hence: what cares thefe Roa-
rers for the Name of King? to Cabine: filence: trouble
us not.

Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboard.

Botef. None that I more love than my ſelf. You are a Counſellor, if you can command theſe Elements to filence, and work the peace of the prefent, we will not hand a Rope more, uſe your Authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd ſo long, and make your ſelf ready in your Cabine for the miſchance of the hour, if it ſo hap. Cheerly good hearts: out of our way I ſay.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect Gallows: ſtand ſaft good Fate to his hanging; make the Rope of his detiny our Cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable.

Exit.

Enter Botefwain.

Botef. Down with the top-Maſt: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with Main-courſe. A plague —

Acry within. Enter Sebaſtian, Anthonio and Gonzalo, upon this howling: they are louder than the weather, or our office: Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o're and drown? Have you a mind to ſink ?

Sebaſ. A pox o' your throat; you bawling, blaſphemous, incharitable Dog.

Botef. Work you then.

Antb. Hang Cur, hang, you whereon inſolent Noife-
maker; we are leſs afraid to be drownd'd than thou art.

Gon. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ſtronger than a Nut-ſhell, and as leaky as an un-ſtanch'd wench.

Botef. Lay her a hold, a hold; fet her two courses off to Sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners' wet.

Mar. Aſſoft, to prayers, to prayers, all loſt.

Botef. What muſt our mouths be cold?

Gon. The King and Prince at prayers, let's affilt them, for our cafe is as theirs.

Sebaſ. I'm out of patience.

An. We are meerly cheated of our lives by Drunkards,
This wide-chopt rafcal, would thou might't lie drowning
the waſhing of ten Tides.

Gonſ. He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water ſware against it,
And gape at wid'it to glut him.

A confuted noise within.

Mercy on us.

We ſplit, we ſplit: Farewell my wife and children,

Farewell brother: we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit.

Antb. Let's all ſink with King.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Exit.

Gonſ. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of Sea for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, brown firs, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

Stena Secunda.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your Art (my dearest father) you have Put the wild waters in this Rope, afflay them:

The sky it teems would pour down ſtinking pitch,
But that the Sea, mounting to the welkins cheek,
Dafhes the fire out. Oh ! I have ſuffered

With thine that I ſaw ſuffer: A brave Velleſ

(Who had, no doubt, ſome noble creature in her)

Dath'd all to pieces: Oh ! the cry did knock

Against my very heart: poor ſouls, they perſi'd.

Had I been any God of power, I would

Have ſunk the Sea within the Earth, or ere

It ſhould the good Ship to have ſwallow'd, and

The fraughting Souls within her.

Prof. Be collected.

No more amazement: Tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O wo, the day.

Prof. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee
(Of thee my dear one, thee my Daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better

Than Prospero, Maſter of a full poor Cell,

And thy no greater Father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Prof. 'Tis true

I should inform thee farther: Lend thy hand

And pluck my Magick garment from me: So,

Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort,

The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd

The very virtue of compaffion in thee,

I have with ſuch compaffion in mine Art

So faſely ordered, that there is no ſoul,

No not so much perdition as an hair

Betide to any creature in the Velleſ

Which thou heard't cry, which thou ſaw't ſink

Sit down, for thou muſt now know farther.

Mira. You have often

Begin to tell me what I am, but ſtop,

And left me to the bootleſs inquifition,

Concluding, ſtay : not yet.

Prof. The hour's now come,

A

The

The Tempest.

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear,
Obey, and be attentive. Can't thou remember
A time before we came unto this Cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou was't not
Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Prof. By what ? by any other houſe, or perſon ?
Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off ;

And rather like a dream than an affurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me ?

Prof. Thou hadſt, and more, Miranda: But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What ſeeth thou elle
In the dark backward and Abyſine of Time ?
If thou remembreſt ought ere thou cam't here,
How thou cam't here thou may'ſt.

Mira. But that I do not.

Prof. Twelve year ſince (Miranda). twelve year ſince
Thy Father was the Duke of Millain, and
A Prince of Power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my Father ?

Prof. Thy Mother was a piece of Virtue, and
She (aſid thou waſt my Daughter; and thy Father
Was Duke of Millain, and his only heir :
And Princeſs; no worſe iffued.

Mira. O the Heavens,

What foul play had we that we came from thence?
Or bleſſed was't we did ?

Prof. Both, both my Girl :

By foul play (as thou ſayſt) were we heaved thence,
But bleſſedly holp hither.

Mira. O my heart bleeds

To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance: płaſe you, farther.

Prof. My Brother and thy Uncle, call'd Anthonio:

I pray thee mark me, that a brother ſhould
Be ſo perſidious: he, whom next thy ſelf
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The management of my ſtate, as at that time.

Through all the ſignories it was the firſt,
And Proſpero the prime Duke, being ſo reputed
In dignity; and for the Liberal Arts,

Without a parallel; ſhove being all my ſtudy ;
The Government I caſt upon my brother.

And to my ſtate grew ſtranger, being transſported
And rapſ in ſecret ſtudies, thy falſe Uncle
(Doſt thou attend) ?

Mira. Moſt heedfully.

Prof. Being once perſected how to grant ſuits,
How to deny them: whom ? advance, and whom
To traffic for over-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine, I ſay, or chang'd em,
Or else new form'd em; having both the key
Of Officer and Office, ſet all hearts o' th' ſtate
To what tune pleas'd his Ear, that now he was
The Ivy which had hid my princely Trunk,

And ſuck't my verdure out on't: Thou attend't it not?

Mira. O good Sir, I do.

Prof. I pray thee mark me:

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To cloſeneſs, and the bettering of my mind
With that which but by being retired

Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my falſe brother
Awak'd an evil Nature, and my truſt,

Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falſhood in its contrary, as great

As my truſt was, which had indeed no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus Lorded
Not only with what my Revenue yielded,
But what my power might elfe exaſt. Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,

Made ſuch a finner of his Memory

To credit his own lie, he did believe

He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Subſtitution

And executing th' outward face of Royalty

With all prerogative : hence his Ambition growing :
Doſt thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deaſeneſs.

Prof. To have no ſcreen between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for, he needs will be

Aſolute Millain ; Me (poor man) my Library

Was Dukedom large enough: Of temporal Royalties

He thinks me now incapable. Confederates

(So dry he was for (way) with King of Naples

To give him annual tribute, do him homage,

Subjeſt his Coronet to his Crown, and bend

The Dukedom yet unbowed (alas poor Millain !)

To much ignoble ſtooping.

Mira. Oh the heavens ?

Prof. Mark his condition, and th' event, then tell me
If this might be a brother.

Mira. I ſhould fin

To think but Nobly of my Grand-mother;

Good wombs have born bad ſons.

Prof. Now the condition:

This King of Naples being an Enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's ſuit,

Which was, That he in lieu o' th' premises,

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,

Should preſently extirpate me and mine

Out of the Dukedom, and confer fair Millain

With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon

A treacherous Army levied, one mid-night

Fated to th' purpofe, did Anthonio open

The gates of Millain, and i'th' dead of darkneſs

The Minifters for th' purpofe hurried thence

Me, and thy crying ſelf.

Mira. Alack for pity:

I not rememorising how I cry'd out then

Will cry it o're again: it is a hint

That wrings mine eyes to't.

Prof. Hear a little further,

And then I'le bring thee to the preſent buſineſs

VVhich now's upon's, without the which this ſtory

VVere moſt impertinent.

Mira. VVherefore did they not

That hour deftroy us ?

Prof. VVell demanded, wench:

My tale provokes that quethion: Dear, they durſt not;

So dear the love my people bore me: nor ſet

A mark ſo bloody on the buſineſs, but

VVith colours fairer painted their foul ends.

In few, they hurried us aboard a Bark,

Bore us ſome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared

A rotten carcaſs of a But, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, nor fail, nor maſt; the very Rats

Inſinuatively have quit it: There they hoſt us

To cry to th' Sea that roar'd to us; to ſigh

To th' Winds, whose pity ſ fighting back again

Did we but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack ! what trouble

Was I then to you?

Prof. O ! a Cherubim

Thou was't that did preſerve me: Thou didſt ſmile,

Inſuſed with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck't the Sea with drops full ſalt,

Under my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me

An undergoing ſtomach, to bear up

Again what should enfue.

Mira. How came we afhore ?

Prof. By providence divine;

Some food we had, and ſome freſh water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,

Out of his Charity (who being then appointed
Mafter of this deſign) did give us, with

Rich garments, linnens, ſtutſis, and neceſaries

Which

["The Tempeſt.", "3", "Which fince have teeffed much, ſo of his gentlenefs", "Knowing Ilov'd my Books, he furnifh'd me", "From mine own Library, with volumes, that", "I prize above my Dukedom.", "Mir. Would I might", "But ever fee that man.", "Pro. Now I arise,", "Sit till, and hear the laſt of our Sea-forow:", "Here in this Iſland we arriv'd, and here", "Have I, thy School-matter, made thee more profit", "Than other Princeſs can, that have more time", "For exauer hours; and Tutors, nor to careful.", "Mir. Heavens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,", "For till 'tis beating in my mind: your reaſon", "For raifing this Sea-form ?", "Pro. Know thus far forth,", "By accident moſt Iſtrange, bountiful Fortune", "(Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies", "Brought to this ſhore: And by my prefcience.", "I find my Zeniſh doth depend upon", "A moſt auſpicious ſtar, whose influence", "If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes", "Will ever after droop: Here ceaſe more queſtions,", "Thou art inclin'd to fleep: 'tis a good dulneſs,", "And give it way: I know thou canſt not chufe ;", "Come away, ſervant, come ; I am ready now,", "Approach my Ariel. Come,", "Enter Ariel.", "Ari. All hail. great Maſter, grave Sir, hail I come", "To anſwer thy beſt fleasy: be it to fly;", "To ſwim, to dive into the fire: to ride", "On the curl'd clouds: to thy ſtrong bidding, task", "Ariel, and all his Quality.", "Pro. Haſt thou, Spirit.", "Perform'd to point, the Tempeſt that I bad thee?", "Ar. To every Article.", "I boarded the Kings ſhip: now on the Beak,", "Now in the Waſte, the deck, in every Cabin,", "I flam'd amazement, fometimes I'd divide.", "And burn in many places ; on the top-maſt,", "The Yards and ſore ſpirit, would I flame diffinſtely,", "Then meet, and joyn. ſooves Lightning, the precurſſs", "O th' dreadful Thunder claps more momentary", "And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks", "Of fulphuous roaring, the moſt mighty Neptune", "Seem to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,", "Yea, his dead Trident ſhake.", "Pro. My brave Spirit.", "Who was ſo firm, ſo conſtant, that this coyl", "Would not inſect his reaſon ?", "Ar. Not a foul", "But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid", "Some tricks of desperation: all but Mariners", "Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the veſſel :", "Then aſſaile with me the Kings ſon Ferdinand", "With hair up ſtaring (then like reeds, not hair)", "Was the firſt man that leapt: cri'd hell is empty, and\nAll the Devils are here.", "Pro. Why that's my ſpirit :", "But was not this nigh ſhore ?", "Ar. Cloſe by, my Maſter.", "Pro. But are they (Ariel) ſafe ?", "Ar. Not a hair perſhed:", "On their ſuſtaining garments not a blemiſh,", "But freſher than before: and as thou badſt me,", "In troops I have diſpers'd them 'bout the ſle:", "The Kings ſon have I landed by himſelf,", "Whom I left cooling of the Air with ſighs,", "In an odd Angle of the ſle, and fitting,", "His arms in this fad knot.", "Pro. Of the Kings ſhip,", "The Mariners, ſay how thou haſt diſpos'd,", "And all the reit o'th' Fleet ?", "Ar. Safely in harbour.", "Is the Kings ſhip, in the deep Nook, where once", "Thou call'd me up at midnight to fetch dew", "From the ſtill-vest Bermootherſes, there ſhee's hid :", "The Mariners all under hatches ſtowed,", "Who, with a Charm joyn'd to their ſuffer'd labour", "I have left aſſeep: and for the reſt o'th' Fleet", "(which I diſpers'd) they all have met again,", "And are upon the Mediterranean Flote.", "Bound fadly home for Naples,", "Suppofing that they ſaw the Kings ſhip wrackt,", "And his great perſon perſih.", "Pro. Ariel, thy charge", "Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:", "What is the time o'th' day ?", "Ar. Paſt the mid ſeafon.", "Pro. At least two Glaſſes: the time 'twixt fix and now\nMuſt by us both be ſpent moſt preciouſly.", "Ar. Is there more toyl ? Since thou doſt give me pains,", "Let me remember thee what thou haſt promis'd,", "Which is not yet perform'd me.", "Pro. How now ? moodie ?", "Which is't thou canſt demand ?", "Ar. My Liberty.", "Pro. Before the time be out ? no more :", "Ar. I prethee.", "Remember I have done thee worthy ſervice,", "Told thee no lyes, made thee no miſtakings, ſerv'd", "Withoutor grudg, or grumblings ; thou didt promife", "To bate me a full year.", "Pro. Do't thou forget", "From what a torment I did free thee ? Ar. No.", "Pro. Thou doſt: and thinkeſt it much to tread the", "Ooze of the ſalt deep;", "To run upon the ſharp wind of the North,", "To do me buſineſs in the veins o' th' earth", "When it is bak'd with froſt.", "Ar. I do not Sir.", "Pro. Thou lieſt, malignant Thing: haſt thou ſorſet", "The ſowl, Witch Sycorax, who with Age and envy", "Was grown into a Hoop ? haſt thou ſorſet her ?", "Ar. No Sir.", "Pro. Thou haſt: where was ſhe born ? ſpeake: tell me:", "Ar. Sir, in Argier.", "Pro. Oh. was the ſo: I muſt", "Once in a month recount what thou haſt birin,", "Which thou ſorſet. This damn'd Witch Sycorax", "For miſchiefs manſold, and forceries terrible", "To enter human hearing, from Argier", "Thou know it was baniſh : for one thing ſhe did", "They would not take her life: is not this true ? Ar. I Sir.", "Pro. This blew-ey'd hag, was hither brought with", "And here was left by th' Saylors ; thou my flave, (child,", "As thou report't thy ſelf, was then thy ſervant,", "And, for thou aſſaft a ſpirit too delicate", "To act her earthy and abhor'd commands,", {"bbox": [498, 1040

["The Tempest.", "5", "On whom these ayres attend. Vouchsafe my pray'r\nMay know, if you remain upon this Island,\nAnd that you will fome good inſtruction give\nHow I may bear me here: my prime request\n(Which I do laſt pronunce) is (O you wonder,\nIf you be made, or no?", "Mr. No wonder fir,", "But certainly a Maid.", "Fer. My Language? Heavens:", "I am the beſt of them that ſpeak this ſpeech,\nWere I but where 'tis spoken.", "Pro. How ? the beſt.", "What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?", "Fer. A ſingle thing, as I am now, that wonders", "To hear Thee ſpeak of Naples: he do's hear me,\nAnd that he do's, I weep: my ſelf am Naples,", "Who, with mine eyes (never ſince at ebb) beheld\nThe King ny Father wrack't.", "Mir. Alack, for mercy.", "Fer. Yes faith, and all his Lords, the Duke of Millain", "And his brave ſon, being twain.", "Pro. The Duke of Millain", "And his more braver daughter could controll thee,", "If now 'twere fit to do't: At the firſt fight", "they have chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,", "I'leفت thee free for this. A word good Sir,", "I fear you have done your ſome wrong: A word.", "Mr. Why ſpeaks my Father to urgently ? This", "Is the third man that ere I faw: the firſt", "That ere I ſigh'd for: pity move my Father", "To be enclin'd my way.", "Fer. O, if a Virgin,", "And your affection not gone forth, I'le make you", "The Queen of Naples.", "Pro. Soft Sir, one word more.", "They are both in either pow'rs: But this Swiftn buſineſs", "I muſt uneaſie make, left too light winning", "Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee", "That thou attend me: Thou do't here uſurp", "The Name thou ow't not, and haſt put thy ſelf", "Upon this Island, as a ſpye, to win it", "From me, the Lord on't.", "Fer. No, as I am a man.", "Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in ſuch a Temple.", "If the ill-ſpirit have to fair an houſe,", "Good things will ſtrive to dwell with't.", "Pro. Follow me.", "Prof. Speak not you for him: he's a Traitor: come,", "I'le manacle thy neck and ſeet together:", "Sea-water ſhalt thou drink: thy food ſhalt be", "The fresh-brook Muſſles, wither'd roots and husks", "Wherein the Acorn cradled. Follow.", "Fer. No,", "I will reſift ſuch entertainment, till", "Mine Enemy has more pow'r.", "He draws, and is charmed from moving.", "Mirra. O dear Father;", "Make not too rafh a trial of him; for", "He's gentle, and not ſtearful.", "Prof. VVhat I'ay,", "My foot my Tutor ? Put thy Sword up, Traitor,", "VWho makes a ſhew, but dar'ft not ſtrike: thy confidence", "Is poſſed with guilt: Come from thy ward,", "For I can here diſarm thee with this ſlick,", "And make thy weapon drop.", "Mir. Befeech you Father.", "Pro. Hence: hang not on my gatments.", "Mir. Sir, have pity,", "I'le be his ſurety.", "Pro. Silence: One word more", "Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: VVhat,", "An advocate for an Impoſtor? Hufh:", "Thou think'it there is no more ſuch ſhapes as he,", "(Having seen but him and Caliban): Fooliſh wench,", "To th'moft of men this is a Caliban,", "And they to him are Angels.", "Mr. My affections", "Are then moſt humble: I have no ambition", "To fee a goodlier man.", "Pro. Come on, obey:", "Thy Nerves are in their infancy again,", "And have no vigour in them.", "Fer. So they are:", "My ſpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:", "My Father's loſs, the weakneſs which I feel,", "The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats,", "To whom I am ſubdu'd, are but light to me,", "Might I but through my príſon once a day", "Behold this Maid: all corners elfe o'th' Earth", "Let liberty make uſe of: ſpace enough", "Have I in ſuch a Príſon.", "Pro. It works: Come on.", "Thou haſt done well, fine Ariel: follow me.", "Hark what thou elfe ſhalt do me.", "Mir. Be of comfort,", "My Father's of a better Nature (Sir)", "Than he appears by ſpeech: this is unwonted", "VVhich now came from him.", "Pro. Thou ſhalt be as free", "As mountain winds; but then exaſtly do", "All points of my command.", "Ar. To th' ſyllable.", "Pro. Come follow: ſpeak not for him.", "Exeunt.", "Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.", "Enter Alonſo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Fran-\ncisco, and others.", "Gonz. Befeech you Sir, be merry: you have cauſe,", "(So have we all) of joy; for our eſcape", "Is much beyond our loſs; our hint of wo", "Is common, every day, ſome Sailors VVife,", "The Maſters of ſome Merchant, and the Merchant", "Have juſt our Theam of woe: But for the miraſacle,", "(I mean our prefervation) few in millions", "Can ſpeak like us: then wifely (good Sir) weigh", "Our ſorrow with our comfort.", "Alon: Prethee peace.", "Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.", "Ant. The Vifitor will not give him o're to.", "Seb. Look, he's winding up the VVatch of his VVit,", "By and by it will ſtrike.", "Gon. Sir.", "Seb. On: tell.", "Gon. VVhen every grief is entertain'd,", "That's offer'd comes to the entertainer.", "Seb. A Dollor.", "Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have ſpoken", "truer than you purpòs'd.", "Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you should.", "Gon. Therefore my Lord.", "Ant. Fie, what a ſpend-thrift is he of his tongue?", "Alon. I prethee ſpare.", "Gon. VVell, I have done: But yet", "Seb. He will be talking.", "Ant. VVhich of he, or Adrian, for a good VVager,", "Firſt begins to crow?", {"bbox": [519, 1280, 642, 1296], "category

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Seb. Ha, ha, ha.
Ant. So: you'r paid.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceflible.
Seb. Yet.
Adr. Yet.
Ant. He could not mifs'.
Adr. It muft needs be of flubtle, tender, and delicate
temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. I, and a flubtle, as he moft learnedly deliver'd.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft flightly.
Seb. As if it had Lungs, and roften ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a Fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True, fave means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How luft and lufty the grafs looks ?
How green ?
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
Seb. VVith an eye of green in't.
Ant. He mifles not much.
Seb. No: he doth but miftake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost be-
yond credit.
Seb. As many vouch rarities are.
Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
in the Sea, hold notwithftanding their freshneſs and gloſſes,
being rather new dy'd than ftain'd with falt water.
Ant. If but one of his Pockets could ſpeak, would it
not fay he lies ?
Seb. I, or very falſely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when
we put them on firſt in Affriek, at the marriage of the
King's fair Daughter Claribel, to the King of Tunis.
Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we proper well in
our return.
Adri. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a Para-
gon to their Queen.
Gon. Not ſince VVidow Dido's time.
Ant. VVidow ? a pox o' that: how came that VVi-
down ? VVidow Dido.
Seb. VVhat if he had ſaid VVidower Aneas too ?
Good Lord, how you take it ?
Adri. VVidow Dido ſaid you ? You make me ſtudy of
that: ſhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage.
Adri. Carthage ? Gen. I allure you Carthage.
Adri. His word is more than the miraculous Harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houſes too.
Ant. What impoffible matter will he make caſe next ?
Seb. I think he will carry this Iſland home in his pock-
et, and give it his ſon for an Apple.
Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
forth more Ilands.
Gon. I.
Ant. Why in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeem
now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your Daughter, who is now Queen.
Ant. And the rareſt that e're came there.
Seb. Bate (I beſeech you) Widow Dido.
Ant. O VVidow.Dido ? I, VVidow Dido.
Gon. Is not my Doublet, Sir, as fresh as the firſt day I
wore it ? I mean in a fort.
Ant. That fort was well ſih'd for.
Gon. VVhen I wore it at your Daughters Marriage.
Alon. You cram theſe words into mine ears, against
the ſtomach of my ſente: VVould I had never
Married my daughter there: For coming thence
My ſon is loſſ, and (in my rate) ſhe too, VVho is (o far from Italy) removed,
I ne're again ſhall fee her: O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Millain, what ſtrange ſih
Hath made his meal on thee?
Fran. Sir, he may live.

I faw him beat the the ſurges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water
VVhoſe Enmity he flung afide; and breſted
The ſurge moſt ſwoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared
Himſelf with his good arms in luſty ſtrokes
To th' ſhore; that o're his wave-worn basiſ bowed
As flooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to Land.
Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank your ſelf for this great loſſ,
That would not bleſs our Europe with your Daughter,
But rather loſe her to an African;
Where ſhe, at leaſt, is baniſh'd from your Eye,
VWho hath cauſe to wet the grief on't.
Alon. Prethee peace.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwife
By all of us: and the fair foul her ſelf
VVeigh'd between loathneſs and obedience, at
VVhich end o'th' beam ſhould bow: we have loſt your ſon
I fear for ever: Millain and Naples have
Mo VVidows in them of this buſineſs making,
But we bring men to comfort them:
The fault's your own.
Alon. So is the deert o' th' loſſ.
Gon. My Lord Sebaſtian,
The truth you ſpeak doth lack ſome gentlenefs
And time to ſpeak it in: you rub the ſore
VVhen you ſhould bring the Plaſter.
Seb. Very well.
Ant. And moſt Chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb. Foul weather ?
Ant. Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this ſle, my Lord.
Ant. He'd ſowt with Nettle-feed.
Seb. Or Docks, or Mallows.
Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do ?
Seb. Scape being drunk, for want of Wine.
Gon. Pth? Commonwealth I would (by contraries)
Execute all things: For no kind of Traſſaunce
Would I admit: no name of Magiſtrate:
Letters ſhould not be known: Riches, poverty,
And uſe of ſeruice, none: Contraſt, Succeſſion,
Born, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
No uſe of Metal, Corn, or VVine, or Oyl:
No occupation, all men idle, all:
And women too, but innocent and pure:
No Soveraignty.
Seb. Yet he would be King on't.
Ant. The latter end of his Commonwealth forgets the
beginning.
Gon. All things in common Nature ſhould produce
VVithout ſwear or endeavour: Treafon, Felony,
Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or need of any Engine
Would I not have: but Nature ſhould bring forth
Of its own kind, all ſoyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent Age.
Seb. No marrying 'mong his ſubjeſts ?
Ant. None (man) all idle; VVhoſes and Knaſes.
Gon. I would with ſuch perfection govern, Sir:
I'excell the Golden Age.
Seb. Save his Majeſty.
Ant. Long live Genzalo.
Gon. And do you mark me, Sir ?
Alon. Prethee no more: thou doſt talk nothing to me.
Gon. I do well believe your Highneſſs, and did it to mi-
nifier occafion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of ſuch ſen-
fible and nimble Lungs, that they always uſe to laugh at
nothing.
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Gon. VVho, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
to you: fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ſill.
Ant. VVhat a blow was there given ?
Seb. And it had not ſaſn flat-long.
Gon. You are Gentlemen of a brave metal: you would
lift

["The Tempeſt.", "lift the Moon out of her sphere, if she would continue\nin it five weeks without changing.", "Enter Ariell playing ſolemn Muſick.", "Seb. VVe would ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling.", "Ant. Nay, good my Lord be not angry.", "Gon. No I warrant you, I will not adventure my diſ-\ncretion ſo weakly: VVill you laugh me aſleep, for I am\nvery heavy.", "Ant. Go ſleep, and hear us.", "Alon. VVhat, all ſo ſoon aſleep ? I wifh mine Eyes\nwould (with themſelves) ſhut up my thoughts,\nI find they are inclin'd to do ſo.", "Seb. Pleafe you Sir,", "Do not omit the heavy offer of it:", "It feldom viſits ſorrow; when it doth, it is a Comforter.", "Ant. VVe two, my Lord, will guard your perſon,\nVWhile you take your reſt, and watch your ſafet.\nAlon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.", "Seb. What a ſtrange drowneſſes poſſeſes them ?", "Ant. It is the quality o'th' Climate.", "Seb. Why,", "Doth it not then our Eye-lids ſink ? I find", "Not my ſelf diſpos'd to ſleep", "Ant. Nor I, my ſpirits are nimble:", "They fell together all, as by conſent", "They dropt, as by a Thunder-ſtroke: what might,\nWorthy ſebaſtian? O, what might? no more", "And yet, methinks I ſee it in thy face,", "What thou ſhould't be: the occafion ſpeaks thee, and", "My ſtrong imagination fees a Crown\nDropping upon thy head.", "Seb. What, art thou waking ?", "Ant. Do you not hear me ſpeak ?", "Seb. I do, and firely", "It is a ſleepy Language, and thou ſpeak'st", "Out of thy ſleep: What is it thou didst ſay ?", "This is a ſtrange repofe, to be aſleep", "With Eyes wide open: ſtanding, ſpeaking, moving,", "And yet ſo faſt aſleep.", "Ant. Noble ſebaſtian,", "Thou leſt thy fortune ſleep; die rather: wink'ſt", "Whiles thou art waking.", "Seb. Thou doſt diffore ſincline ſly ;", "There's meaning in thy ſnores.", "Ant. I am more ſerious than my cuſtom : you", "Muſt be ſo too, if heed me: which to do,", "Trebbles thee o're.", "Seb. Well: I am ſtanding water.", "Ant. Fle teach you how to flow.", "Seb. Do ſo: to ebb,", "Hereditary ſloth inſtruſts me.", "Ant. O!", "If you but knew how you the purpofe cherifh", "Whiles thus you mock it: how in ſtripping it", "You more inſveſt it: ebbing men, indeed", "(Moſt often) do ſo near the bottom run", "By their own fear or ſloth.", "Seb. Prethee ſay on,", "The ſetting of thine Eye and cheek proclaim", "A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,", "Which throws thee much to yield.", "Ant. Thus Sir :", "Although this Lord of weak ſemembrance; this", "Who ſhall be of as little memory", "When he is earth'd, hath here almoſt perſwaded", "(For he's a Spirit of perſwafion, only", "Proſſeſes to perſwade) the King his ſon's alive;", "'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,", "As he that ſleeps here, ſwims.", "Seb. I have no hope,", "That he's undrown'd.", "Ant. O, out of that no hope:", "What great hope have you ? No hope that way: is", "Another way to high an hope, that even", "Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,", "But doubt diſcovery there. Will you grant with me,\nThat Ferdinand is drown'd?", "Seb. He's gone.", "Ant. Then tell me who's the next heir of Naples ?", "Seb. Claribell.", "Ant. She that is Queen of Timis: ſhe that dwells\nTen Leagues beyond man's Life: ſhe that from Naples\nCan have no note, unleſs the Sun were poſt:", "The Man 't h' Moon's too flow, till new-born chinnes", "Be rough, and Razor-able: ſhe that from whom", "We all were ſea-ſwallow'd, tho ſome caſt again,", "And by that deſtiny to perform an act,", "Whereof, what's paſt in prologue; what to come", "In yours, and my diſcharge.", "Seb. What ſtuff is this? How ſay you ?", "'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Timis,", "So is the heir of Naples, 'twixt which Regions", "There is ſome ſpace.", "Ant. A ſpace whole ev'ry cubit", "Seems to cry out, how ſhall that Claribell", "Meaſure us back by Naples ? keep in Timis,", "And let ſebaſtian wake: Say, this were death", "That now hath feiz'd them, why they were no worſe", "Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples", "As well as he that ſleeps: Lords that can prate", "As amply, and unnecessarily", "As this Gonzalo: I my ſelf could make", "A Cough of as deep chat: O, that you bore", "The mind that I do; what a ſleep were this", "For your advancement? Do you understand me?", "Seb. Methinks I do.", "Ant. And how do's your content", "Tender your own good fortune ?", "Seb. I remember", "You did ſupplant your brother Proſpero.", "Ant. True :", "And look how well my Garments fit upon me,", "Much feater than before: My brother's ſervants", "Were then my ſellows, now they are my men.", "Seb. But for your Conſcience", "Ant. I Sir: where lies that ? If 'twere a kybe", "'Twould put me to my ſlipper: But I feel not", "This Deity in my boſe: Twenty Conſciences", "That ſtand 'twixt me and Millain, candied be they,", "And melt ere they moleſt: Here lies you brother,", "No better than the Earth he lies upon,", "If he were that which now he's like (that's dead)", "Whom I with this obedi ent freeſt (three inches of it)", "Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you doing thus,", "To the perpetual wink for any might put", "This ancient morſel: this Sir Prudence, who", "Should not upbraid our courſe: for all the reſt", "They'l take ſuggeſtion, as a Cat laps milk,", "They'l tell the clock, to any buſineſs that", "We lay beſits the hour.", "Seb. Thy cafe, dear Friend,", "Shall be my preſident: As thou got't Millain,", "I'le come by Naples: Draw thy Sword, one ſtroke", "Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payeſt,", "And I the King ſhall love thee.", "Ant. Draw together :", "And when I rear my hand, do you the like", {"bbox": [494, 1206

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8

If of Life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber and beware.
Awake, awake.

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now, good Angels, preserve the King.

Alo. Why how now ho? awake; why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we flood here feecuring your repofe,
(Even now) we heard a hollow burit of bellowing
Like Bulls, or rather Lyons; did not wake you?
It ftrook mine Ear moft terribly.

Alo. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, it was a din to fright a Monfter's Ear;
To make an Earthquake: fire it was the roar
Of a whole herd of Lyons.

Alo. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Gon. Upon mine honour, fir, I heard a humming,
(And that a strange one too) which did awake me!
I fhak'd you, fir, and cri'd: as mine eyes open'd,
I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noife,
That's verily: 'tis beft we itand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alo. Lead off this ground, and let's make further fearch
For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from thefe Beafts:
For he is fure Ith' Ifland.

Alo. Lead away.

Ar. Profpero, my Lord, I shall know what I have done.
So (King) go fafely on to feek thy fon.
Exeunt.

## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Caliban, with a burthen of wood (a noife of Thunder heard).

Cal. All the infestions that the Sunucks up
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe: his Spirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'l not pinch,
Fright me with Urchin thews, pitch me Ith' mire,
Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unlefs 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
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot-way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with cloven tongues

Enter.
Do hifts me into mindneſs: Lo, now Lo,
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me, Trinculo,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'le fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

Tri. Here's neither butſh, nor thrub to bear off any wea-
ther at all; and another ſtorm brewing; I hear it ſing
ith' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks
like a foul bumbard that would ſhed his liquor: if it
thou'd thunder, as it did before, I know not where to
hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by
pailfulls. What have we here, a man or a fifth? dead or
alive? A fifth; he ſmells like a fifth: a very ancient and
fifth-like ſmell: a kind of, not of the neweſt Poor John: a
ftrange fifth: were I in England now (as once I was), and had
but this fifth painted, not an holy-day-fool there but would
give a piece of filver: there would this monſter make a man:
any ftrange beaſt there makes a man: when they will not
give a doit to relieve a lame Beggar, they will lay out ten
to fee a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Fins like
Arms; warm o' my troth: I do now let loole my opinion,
hold it no longer; this is no fifth, but an Iflander, that

hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas! the ſtorm
is come again: my beſt way is to creep under his Gaber-
dine: there is no other ſhelter hereabout: Mifety ac-
quaints a man with ſtrange bedſeffews: I will here ſhowd
till the dregs of the ſtorm be paſt.

### Enter Stephano ſinging.

Sre. I ſhall no more to ſea, to ſea, here ſhall I dye aftore.
This is a very ſeurvy tune to ſing at a man's
Funeral: well, here's my comfort.
Drinks,

Sings, The Maſter, the Swabber, the Boat-swain and I;
The Gunner, and his Mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;

For ſhe had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a Sailor go hang:

She lov'd not the favour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Taylor might scratch her where ere ſhe did itch.
Then to ſea boys, and let her go hang.

That is a ſeurvy tune too:
But here's my comfort.

Cal. Do not torment me: oh!

Sre. What's the matter?

Have we Devils here?

Do you put tricks upon's with Salvages, and men of In-
de? ha? I have not ſcap'd drowning to be afraid now of
your four legs: for it hath been faſd as proper a man as
ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground:
and it ſhall be ſaid io again, while Stephano breathes at
noſtrils.

Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh!

Sre. This is ſome monſter of the Iſe, with four legs;
who had got (as I take it) an Ague: where the Devil
thou'd he learn our language? I will give him ſome relief
if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep him
tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Prefent for any
Emperor that ever trod on Neats-Leather.

Cal. Do not torment me prethee: Ile bring my wood
home faſter.

Sre. He's in his ſit now; and do's not talk after the wi-
ſe: he ſhall taſte of my Bottle: if he have never drunk
Wine afore, it will go near to remove his Fit: if I can re-
cover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much
for him; he ſhall pay for him that hath him, and that
foundly.

Cal. Thou doſt me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-
non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Profper works up-
on thee.

Sre. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here
is that which will give language to you Cat; open your
mouth; this will ſhake your ſhaking, I can tell you, and
that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
your chaps again.

Tri. I ſhould know that voice:

It ſhould be,—

But he is droun'd; and theſe are Devils; O! defend me.

Sre. Four legs, and two voices; a moſt delicate Mon-
ſter: his forward voice now is to ſpeak of his friend; his
backward voice is to utter foul ſpeeches, and to detract:
if all the Wine in my Bottle will recover him, I will help
his Ague: Come: Amen, I will pour ſome in thy other
mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Sre. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy!
This is a Devil, and no Monſter: I will leave him; I have
no long ſpoon.

Tri. Stephano: if thou beeff ſtephano, touch me, and
ſpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good
friend Trinculo.

Sre. If thou beeff Trinculo, come forth; I'le pull thee
by the leſſer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, theſe are they:
Thou art very Trinculo indeed: how cam'it thou to be the
ſiege of this Moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculo's!

Tri.

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9

Tri. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-froke; but
art thou not drown'd Stephano : I hope now thou art not
drown'd : is the form over-blown? I hid me under the
dead Moon-Calfs Gaberdine, for fear of the Storm :
And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans
fcap'd?

Ste. 'Prethee doe not turn me about, my stomack is not
contitant.

Cal. Thefe be fine things, and if they be not sprights
that's a brave god, and bears Celestial liquor: I will kneel
to him.

Ste. How did't thou escape?

How cam't thou hither?

Swear by this Bottle how thou cam't hither: I fcap'd
upon a But of Sack, which the Saylors heaved o'reboard,
by this Bottle which I made of the Bark of a Tree, with
mine own hands, fince I was caft afhore.

Cal. I'le wear upon that Bottle, to be thy true subject,
for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: I wear then how thou fcap'd.dift.

Duck. Swom afhore (man) like a Duck; I can fwim like
a Duck i'le be fworn.

Ste. Here, kiffe the Book.

Thou can't fwim like a Duck, thou art made like a
Goofe.

Tri. O Stephano, has't any more of this?

Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rock by
th' Sea fide, where my wine is hid:

How now Moon-Calf, how do's thine Ague?

Cal. Has't thou not dropt from heaven?

Ste. Out o'th' Moon I doe affure thee. I was the Man
ith' Moon when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her: and I do adore thee :
My Miftrefle fiew'd how thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buff.
Ste. Come wear to that: kiffe the Book, I will fur-
nifh it anon with the new contents: Swear.

Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monfter:
I feared of him? a very shallow Monfter:
The Man ith' Moon?

A moft poor credulous Monfter:
Well drawn Monfter, in good footh.

Cal. I'le ftew the every fertill inch o'th' lfe: and I
will kiffe thy foot: I prethee be my god.

Tri. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken
Monfter, when's god's aſleep he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. I'le kiffe thy foot. I'le wear my ſelf thy Subject.

Ste. Come on then: down and wear.

Tri. I ſhall laugh my ſelf to death at this puppy-head-
ed Monfter: a moſt curvie Monfter: I could find in my
heart to beat him.

Ste. Come, kiffle.

Tri. But that the poor Monſter's in drink :
An abominable Monſter.

Cal. I'le flew the beſt Springs: I'le pluck thee
Berries: I'le fifth for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the Tyrant that I ſerve;

I'le bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou won-
drous man.

Tri. A moſt ridiculous Monſter, to make a wonder of
a poor drunkard.

Cal. I prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long nayls will dig thee pig-nuts; ſhow
thoe a Jay's neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſnare the nim-
ble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring Philbirts, and
fometimes I'le get thee young Scamels from the Rock:
Wilt thou go with me?

Cal. I prethee now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company eſſe
beinge drownd, we will inherit here: Here; bear my
Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
gain:

Caliban ſings drunkenly.

Farewell Maſter: farewel, farewel.

Tri. A howling Monſter: a drunken Monſter.

Cal. No more dams I'le make for fifth.

Nor fetch in firing, at re quiring,

Nor ſirage treuchering, nor wash'd diſi,
Ban' ban', Cacalban.

Has a new Maſter, get a new Maſter.

Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome, high-
day freedome.

Ste. O brave Monſter, lead the way.

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius Scena Prima.

Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)

Fer. There be some ſports are painful, and their labour
Delight in them ſet off: Some kinds of baſenſes

Are nobly undergone; and moſt poor matters

Point to rich ends: this my mean Task.

VWould be as heavy to me, as odious, but

The Miftref's which I ſerve, quickens what's dead,

And makes my labours p eafures: O he is

Ten times more gentle, than her Father's crabbed;

And he's compos'd of harſenſes, I muſt remove.

Some thouands of theſe Log's; and pile them up,

Upon a ſore injunction; my ſweet Miftref's

VVeeps when the fees me work, and fays, ſuch baſenſes

Had never like Executor: I ſorget:

But theſe ſweet thoughts, do even reſrefh my labours,

Moſt bufie leaſt, when I do it.

Enter Miranda
and Prospero.

Mir. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not ſo hard: I would the lightning had

Burnt up theſe Logs that thou art enjoyed to pile:

Pray ſet it down, and reſt you : when this burns

I'will weep for having wearied you: my Father

Is hard at ſudy. pray now, reſt your ſelf,

He's ſafe for theſe three hours.

Fer. O moſt dear Miftref's,

The Sun will ſet before I ſhall diſcharge

What I muſt ſtrive to do.

Mir. If you'ſt fit down
I'le bear your Logs the while. Pray give me that,
I'le carry it to the pile.

Fer. No precious Creature,

I had rather crack my fineſes, break my back,

Than you ſhould ſuch diſhonor undergo,

While I fit lazy by.

Mir. It would become me.

As well as it do's you; And I' should do it

With much more eafe: for my good-will is to it,

And yours it is againſt.

Pro. Poor worm, thou art inſecled,

This viſitation ſhews it.

Mir. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble Miftref's, 'is fresh morning with me.

When you are by at night: I do beſeech you

Chiefly, that I might ſet it in my prayers,

What is your name?

Mir. Miranda, O my Father,

I have broke your heft to ſay fo.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda,

Indeed the top of Admiration, worth

What's deareſt to the world: full many a Lady

I have ey'd with beſt regard, and many a time

Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

Brought my too diligent ear : for ſeveral virtues

Have I lik'd ſeveral women, never any

With ſo full foul, but ſome defect in her

Did quarrel with the nobleſt grace the ow'd,

And put it to the foyle. But you, O you,

So perſect, and ſo peerleſ, are created

Of every Creatures beſt.

Mir. I do not know

One of my ſex; no womans Face remember,

Save from my glaſs, mine own: Nor have I ſeen

More that I may call men, than you good friend,

And my dear Father: how features are abroad

I am skilſles of; but my Modety

(I the jewel in my dower) I would not with

Any companion in the world but you ;

Nor can imagination form a ſhape,

Befides your ſelf, to like of: but I prattle

Something

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The Tempest.

Something too wildly, and my Fathers precepts I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition

A Prince (Miranda) I do think a King
(I would not do) and would no more endure
This wooden flavery, than to suffer
The fleth flye blow my mouth: hear my foul speak.
The very instant that I faw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there refides
To make me flave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient Log-man.

Mir. Do you love me !

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this found,
And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true: if hollowly, invert
What beft is boaded me, to mifchief: I,
Beyond all limit of what elfe i' th' world
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mir. I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter

Of two moft rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between'em.

Fer. Wherefore weep you ?

Mr. At mine unworthineſs that dare not offer
What I define to give, and muchleſs take
What I ſhall die to want: But this is trifling,
And all the more I feek to hide it ſelf,
The bigger bulk it ſhews. Hence bafhful cunning,
And prompt me plain and holy innocence.

I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I' le die your maid : to be your fellow
You may deny me ; but I le be your fervant
Whether you will or no.

Fer. My Miftreſs (deareft)

And I thus humble ever.

Mir. My Husband then?

Fer. I, with a heart ſo willing

As bondage ere of freedom: here's my hand.

Mr. And mine, with my heart in't ; and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thoufand, thoufand.

Exeunt.

Tr. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are fupriz'd with all ; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more: I' le to my book,

For yet ere ſupper-time muſt I perform

Much buſineſs appertaining.

Exit.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.

Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drink water, not a drop before ; therefore bear up, and boord 'em.Servant Monſter, drink to me.

Trin. Servant Monſter ? the folly of this Iland, they ſay there's but five upon this ſle; we are three of them, if th' other two be brain'd like us, the State totters.

Ste. Drink fervant Monſter when I bid thee, thy eyes are almoſt ſet in thy heart.

Trin. Where ſhould they be ſet elfe ? he were a brave Monſter indeed if they were ſet in his tail.

Ste. My man-Monſter hath droun'd his tongue in Sack: for my part the Sea cannot droun'd me, I fwam ere I could recover the ſhore, five and thirty Leagues, off and on, by this light thou ſhalt be my Lieutenant Monſter, or my Standard.

Trin. Your Lieutenant if you lift, he's no ſtandard.

Ste. Wee I not run, Monſeur Monſter.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lye like dogs, and yet ſay nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, I speak once in thy life, if thou beſt a good Moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour ? Let me lick thy ſhooe: I' le not ſerve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieth moſt ignorant Monſter, I am in cafe to juſtle a Conſtable: why, thou deboſh'd Fifth, thou, was there ever man a Coward, that bath drunk ſo much Sack as I to day ? wilt thou tell me a monſtrous lye, being but half a Fifth and half a Monſter ?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me, wilt thou let him my Lord ?

Trin. Lord, quoth he ? that a Monſter ſhould be ſuch a Natural ?

Cal. Loe, loe again: bite him to death, I prethee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head : if you prove a mutineer, the next Tree: the poor Monſter's my ſubject, and he ſhall not ſuffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd once again to hearken to the ſuit I made to thee ?

Ste. Marry will I: kneel and repeat it, I will ſtand, and ſo ſhall Trinculo.

## Enter Ariell invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am ſubject to a Tyrant, A Sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me Of the Iland.

Ariell. Thou lyeſt.

Cal. Thou lyeſt, thou jeſting Monkey thou : I would my valiant maſter would deftroy thee ; I doe not lye.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will ſupplaint ſome of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed.

Cal. I ſay by Sorcery he got this ſle, From Me, he got it. If thy Greatneſs will Revenge it on him, (For I know thou dar'st) But this thing dare Not.

Ste. That's moſt certain.

Cal. Thou ſhalt be Lord of it, and I' le ſerve thee.

Ste. How now ſhalt this be compaſt ?

Canit thou bring me to the party ?

Cal. Yea, yea, my Lord, I' le yield him thee aſleep,
Where thou maſſt knock a nail into his his head.

Ariell. Thou lieth, thou canit not.

Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou ſcurvy patch, I do beſeech thy Greatneſs give him blows, And take his Bottle from him: When that's gone, He ſhall drink nought but brine, for I' le not ſhew him Where the quick Frefhes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger : Interrupt the Monſter one word further, and by this hand, I' le turn my mercy out o' doors, and make a Stock-ſih of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I ? I did nothing :

I' le go no further off.

Ste. Didst thou not ſay he lyed :

Ariell. Thou lyeſt.

Ste. Do I ſo ? Take you that,

As you like this, give me the lye another time.

Trin. I did not give thee the lye; Out of your wits and hearing too ?

A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and drinking do :

A murrain on your Monſter, and the Divil take your fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee ſtand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time

I' le beat him too.

Ste. Stand further: Come proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cuſtom with him

Jth?

The Tempeſt.

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The beſt is paſt: brother, my Lord, the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpy) / claps his wings upon the Table, and with a queint device the Banquet vanilhes.

Ar. You are three men of fin, whom definity
That hath to instruments this lower world,
And what is not: the never furfeited Sea,
Hath cauſ'd to belch you up; and on this land,
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongſt men
Being moſt unfit to live: I have made you mad;
And even with ſuch like valour men hang and drown
The r proper ſelves: You fools, I and my ſellows
Are Minifters of Fate; the Elements
Of whom your ſwords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at-Stabs
Kill the full cloſing waters, as diminifh
One dowle that's in my plumb: My fellow-minifters
Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your ſwords are now too maffie for your ſtrength,
And will not be up-lifed: but remember
(For that's my buſineſs to you) that you three
From Millain did ſuſplant good Prolifer;
Expoſ'd unto the Sea (which hath réquit it)
Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The Powers delaying (not forgetting), have
Incens'd the Seas and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
Aginſt your peace: Thee of thy Son, Alonzo,
They have bereſt; and do pronounce by me
Lingring perſition (worſe than any death
Can be at once) ſhall ſtep by ſtep attend
You and your ways, whole wraths to guards you from,
Which here, in this moſt defolate ſle, elfe falls
Upon your heads, is nothing but hearts-forrow,
And a clear life enſiling.

He vanilhes in Thunder: then (to ſoft Mufick). Enter the ſhapes again, and dance (with mocks and mowes) and carrying out the Table.

Pro. Bravely the figure of this Harpy haſt thou Perform'd (my Ariell), a grace it had devouring: Of my inſtruction haſt thou nothing bated In what thou haſt to ſay: ſo with good life And obſervation ſtrange, my meaner Minifters Their ſeveral kinds have done; my high charms work, And theſe (mine Enemies) are all kniſt up In their diſtractions: they now are in my power; And in theſe ſits I leave them, while I viſit Young Ferdinand (whom they ſuppofe is droun'd) And his, and mine lov'd darling.

Gon. I' th' name of ſomething, holy Sir, why it and you In this ſtrange ſtare?

Al. O, it is monſtrous: monſtrous!

Methought the billows ſpoke, and told me of it;
The winds did ſing it to me: and the Thunder
(That deep and dreadful Organ-pipe) pronounc'd
The name of Prolifer: it did bafe thy trefpafs;
Therefore my Son i' th' Ooze is bedded; and
I' le feek him deeper than ere plummer founded,
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb. But one fiend at a time,

I' le fight their Legions o're.

Ant. Ile be thy ſecond.

Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt
(Like poy ſon given to work a great time after)
Now 'gins to bite the spirits: I do beſeech you
(That are of ſuppler joynts) follow them ſwifly,
And hinder them from what this Extaſſe
May now provoke them to.

Ad. Follow I pray you.

Exeunt omnes.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Prolſero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

Pro. If I have too auſt erely puniſh'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live: who once again
I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Haſt ſtrangely ſtood the reſt: here afore heaven
I ratifie this my rich giff: O Ferdinand,
Do not ſmile at me that I boaſt her off;
For thou haſt ſind the ſhe will out-ſt rip all prieſe,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I do believe it

Aginſt an Oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gueſt, and thine own acqniſition
Worthily purchaſ'd, take my Daughter:
If thou doſt break her Virgint-knot before
All ſanctimonious Ceremonies may
With full and holy right be minitred,
No ſweet asperions haſt the heavens let fall
To make this Contraſt grow; but barren hate,
Sower-ey'd diſdain, and diſcord haſt beſtrew
The union of your bed with weeds ſo loathly
That you haſt hate it both: Therefore take heed,
As Hymens Lamps haſt light you.

Fer. As I hope

For quiet days, fair ilſue, and long life,
With ſuch love, as 'tis now the murkieſt den,
The moſt opportune place, the ſtrong't ſuggelſion,
Our worſer Genius can, haſt never melt
Mine honour into luſt, to take away
The edg of that days celebration,
VVhen I haſt think, or Phæduus ſteeds are foundeſt,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairly ſpoke;

Sit then, and talk with her, the ſhe is thine own;
What Ariel; my induſtrious ſervant Ariel. Enter Ariel.

Ari. What would my porent maſter ? here I am.

Pro. Thou, and thy meaner ſellows, your laſt ſerſvice
Did worthily perform: and I muſt uſe you
In ſuch another trick: go bring the rabbie
(O're whom I give thee power ) here, to this place:
Incite them to quick motion, for I muſt
Beflow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promife,
And they expeſt it for me.

Ari. Preferment?

Pro. I: with a twink.

Ari. Before you can ſay come, and go,

And breathe twice; and cry, ſo, ſo;

Each one tripping on his Toe,

Will be here with mop, and mowe.

Doe you love me Maſter? no?
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: do not approach
Till thou doſt hear me call.

Ari. Well: I conceive.

Pro. Look thou be true: do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the ſtrongest oaths, are ſtraw
To th' fire ith' blood: be more abſtemious,
Or elfe good night your vaw.

Fer. I warrant you, Sir,

The white cold- virgin Snow, upon my hearth

Abates the ardours of my Liver.

Pro. VVell.

Now come my Ariel, bring a Corolary,
Rather than want a ſpirit, appear, and pertly. Soft Mufick.
No tongue: all eyes: be filent.
Enter Iris.

Ir. Ceres, moſt bounteous Lady, the rich Leas

Of

The Tempest.

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Of Wheat, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oats, and Peafe;
Thy Turphy Mountains, where live nibling Sheep,
And flat Medes thatch'd with Stover, them to keep:
Thy banks with pioned, and twilled brims,
VVhich (fungy April, at thy heft betrims;
To make cold Nymphs chaft crowns; and thy broom
VVhoſe shadow the diſmiffed Batchelor loves, (groves
Being laſſ-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard :
And thy Sea-marge ſteril, and rocky-hard;
VWhere thou thy ſelf doſt air, the Queen o'th Skie,
VVhoſe watry Arch, and meſſenger, am I,
Bids thee leave theſe, and with her ſovereign grace,
Here on this graſs plot, in this very place
(deſcends.)

To come, and ſport : here Peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Cer. Hail many coloured Meſſenger, that ne're
Doſt diſobey the wife of Jupiter:
VVho, with thy ſaffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffuſe hony drops, refreshing flowers,
And with each end of thy blew bow doſt crown
My bosky acres, and my unſhrub'd down,
Rich ſcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queen
Summon'd me hither, to this ſhort graſſ'd Green?

Cer. A contract of true Love, to celebrate,
And ſome donation freely to eſtate
On the bleſſ'd Lovers.
Cer. Tell me heavenly Bow,
If Venuſ or her Son, as thou doſt know,
Do now attend the Queen ? ſince they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis, my daughter got :
Her, and her blind Boys ſcandal'd company,
I have forſworn.

Ir. Of her ſociety
Be not aſſaɪd : I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos : and her Son
Dove-drawn with her : here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm, upon this man and maid,
VVhoſe vows are, that no bed-right ſhall be paid
Till Hymens torch be lighted: but in vain
Mars's hot Minjon is return'd again ;
Her waſpſiſh headed ſon has broke his Arrows,
Swears he will ſhoot no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a boy right-out.

Cer. Higheſt Queen of State,
Great Juno comes, I know her by her gate.
Ft. How do's my bounteous ſifter ? go with me
To bleſſ this twain, that they may properous be,
And honour'd in their ſlue.
Ft. Honour, riches, marriage, bleſſing,
Long continuance and encreaſing,
Hourly ſoyes be ſtill upon you,
Juno ſings her bleſſings on you:
Earths increaſe, and ſoyzon plenty,
Barns and Garners never empty,
Vines, with cluſtring bunches growing,
Plants, with goody bairthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the fartheſſ,
In the very end of Harveſ:
Scarcity and want ſhall ſun you,
Ceres bleſſing (o is on you.
Ft. This is a moſt majefick vifion, and
Harmonious charmingly : may I be bold
To think theſe ſpirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
I have from all their confines call'd to enaſt
My preſent fancies.

Ft. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wondred Father, and a wife,
Makes this place Paradife.

Pro. Sweet now, ſilence:
Juno and Ceres whiſper ſeriously;
There's ſomething eſſe to do: hufh, and be mute,
Or eſſe our ſpelf is marr'd.

Juno and Ceres whiſper, and ſend Iris on Impleyment.

Ir. You Nymphs call'd Nayades of the windring brooks,
With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmleſs looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green-land
Anſwer your ſummons, Juno do's command:
Come temperate Nymphs, and help to celebrate
A Contract of true Love: be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen, of Auguſt weariſ,
Come hither from the Furrow, and be merry :
Make holy-day : your Rye-ſtaw hats put on,
And theſe freſh Nymphs encounter every one
In Country footing.

Enter certain Reapers (properly habited): they juy with the Nymphs in a graceful Dance; towards the end whereof, Proſpero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which to a strange hollow and confused noise, they heavily vaniſh.

Pro. I had forgot that foul Conſpiracy
Of the beaſt Caliban, and his Confederates,
Aginſt my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come: Well done, avoid : no more.

Ft. This is ſtrange: your Father's in ſome paffion
That works him ſtrongly.

Mir. Never till this day
Saw I him touch d with anger, ſo diſtemper'd.
Pro. You do look (my Son) in a mov'd ſort,
As if you were diſma'd: I chearful Sir,
Our Revels now are ended: Theſe our Actors
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air,
And like the bafeleſs Fabrick of their Vifion,
The Cloud-capt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,
The ſolemn Temples, the great Globe it self;
Yea, all which it inherit, ſhall diſolve,
And like this inſubſtantial Pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind : we are ſuch ſtuff
As dreams are made on: and our little life
Is rounded with a ſleep: Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weakneſs, my old brain is troubled:
Be not diſturb'd with my infirmity;
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
And there repofe : a turn or two I'll walk
To fill my beating mind.

Ft. Mir. We with you peace.
Pro. Come with a thought: I thank thee Ariell: come.
Enter Ariell.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure?

Pro. Spirit, we muſt prepare to meet on Caliban.

Ari. I, my Commander, when I presented Ceres
I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd,
Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didt thou leave theſe Varlots?

Ar. I told you Sir, they were red hot with drinking;
So full of Valour, that they ſmote the air
For breathing in their faces: beat the ground
For kiffing of their ſeet ; yet always bending
Towards their project : then I beat my Tabor,
At which, like unbackt Colts, they prickt their Ears,
Advanc'd their Eye-lids, lifted up their Noſes,
As they ſmelt muſick, ſo I charm'd their Ears,
That Calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briars, ſharp firzes, pricking goſs and thorns,
Which entred their fraſd ſhins: At laſt I left them
Ith' filthy mantled pool beyond your Cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul Lake
O're-ſtunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done (my bird):
Thy ſhape inſible retain thou ſtill:
The trumpery in my houſe, go bring it hitherto
For ſtale to catch theſe thieves.

Ariel, I go, I go.
Pro. A Devil, a born-devil, on whose Nature

Nurture can never ſtick: on whom my pains
Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft,
And, as with age, his body uglier grows,

B

So

The Tempeſt.

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So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.

Enter Ariell loaden with glimmering Apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blind Mole may not hear a foot fall: we now are near his Cell.

(Fairy,

Sre. Monſter, your *Fairy*, which you ſay is a harmleſs
Has done little better than plaid the *Jack* with us.

Trin. Monſter, I do ſmell all Horſe-piſs, at which
My noſe is in great indignation.

Sre. So is mine: Do you hear, Monſter ? If I ſhould
Take a diſpleasure againſt you: Look you.

Trin. Thou wert but a loft Monſter.

Cal. Good my Lord, give me thy favour ſtill:
Be patient; for the prize Ile bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this miſchance: therefore ſpeak softly;
All's hufft as midnight yet.

Trin. I, but to lobe our Bottles in the Pool.

Sre. There is not only diſgrace, and diſhonour in that (Monſter), but an infinite loſs.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting:
Yet this is your harmleſs *Fairy*, Monſter.

Sre. I will fetch off my Bottle,

Tho I be o're Ears for my labour.

Cal. Prethee (my King) be quiet: Seeſt thou here
This is the mouth o' th' Cell: no noſe, and enter:
Do that good miſchief which may make this Iſland
Thine own for ever, and I thy Caliban
Foraye thy foot-licker.

Sre. Give me thy hand;

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin. O King *Stephano* ! O Peer ! O worthy *Stephano* !
Look what a Wardrobe here is for thee.

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but traffic.

Trin. Oh, ho, Monſter: we know what belongs to a Fri-
pery, O King *Stephano*.

Sre. Put off that gown (*Trincule*) by this hand I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace ſhall have it.

Cal. The *Dropſe* drowns this fool: what do you mean,
Toddoth thus on ſuch luggage? Let's alone,
And do the Murder firſt: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us ſtrange ſtuff.

Sre. Be you quiet (Monſter) Miftris Line, is not this my Jerkin? Now is the Jerkin under the Line: Now Jerkin you are like to lobe your hair and prove a bald Jerkin.

Trin. Do, do; we feal by line and level, and't like your
Grace.

Sre. I thank thee for that Jeſt: here's a garment for't:
Wit not go unrewarded while I am King of this
Country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent paſ
pate: there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monſter, come put ſome Lime upon your fingers,
and away with the reit.

Cal. I will have none on't: we ſhall lobe our time,
And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes,
With foreheads villanous low.

Sre. Monſter, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away,
where my hogſhead of Wine is, or I'll turn you out of my
Kingdom: go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Sre. I, and this.

A noife of Hunters heard. Enter divers *spirits* in shape of
*Dogs*, and *Hounds* hunting them about; Proſper
*and* Ariell *fetting* them on.

Pro. Hey *Mountain*, hey.

Ari. Silver: there it goes, Silver.

Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: hark, hark:
Go, charge my Gobliens that they grind their joynts
With dry Convulfions, ſhorten up their finews
With aged Cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them,
Than Pard, or Gar o' Mountain.

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly: At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine Enemies:

Shortly ſhall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little

Follow, and do me ſervice.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Prospero (in his Magick Robes) and Ariel.

Pro. Now do's my Project gather to a head:

My Charms crack not: My Spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day ?

Ar. On the fifth hour, at which time, my Lord,
You faid our work should ceafe.

Pro. I did ſay fo:

When firſt I rais'd the Tempeſt: ſay, my Spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ar. Confin'd together

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge,
Juff as you left them, all prifoners fir,

In the *Line-prove* which weather-fends your Cell:
They cannot budg till you releafe: The King,

His Brother, and yours, abide all three diftracted ;

And the remainder mourning over them,

Brim-full of ſorrow and diſmay: but chiefly

Him that you term'd, Sir, the good old Lord *Gonzalo*.

His tears run down his beard like Winter drops
From Eaves of Reeds: your charm ſo strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. D'of't thou think ſo, *fpirit* ?

Ar. Mine woulds, fir, were I humane.
Pro. And mine ſhall.

Haſt thou (which art but air) a touch, a feeling

Of their affiſions, and ſhall not my ſelf,

One of their kind, that reliſh all as ſharply

Paffion as they be kindler mov'd than thou art ?

Tho with their high wrongs I am ſtruck to th' quick,

Yet, with my nobler Reafon, againſt my Fury,

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In Vertue than in Vengeance: they being penitent,

The ſole drift of my purpofe doth extend

Not a frown further: Go releafe them *Ariell*;

My charms Ile break, their ſenſes Ile reſtore,

And they ſhall be themſelves.

Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir.

Exit.

Pro. Ye Elves of Hills, Brooks, standing-Lakes & Groves,
And ye that on the Sands with printleſs foot
Do chafe the ebbing *Neptune*, and do fly him.

When he comes back: you demy-Puppets that

By Moon-ſhine do the green ſowre Ringlers make,

Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you whose palſime

Is to make midnight Muſhromes, that joyreſe

To hear the ſolem Curfew, by whoſe aid

(Weak Maſters tho ye be) I have be-dim'n'd

The noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green Sea and the azur'd Vault,

Set roaring War: To the dread ratling Thunder

Have I given fire, and rıſed *Tove's* ſtout Ok'e

With his own bolt: The ſtrong bafs'd promontory

Have I made ſhake, and by the ſpurs pluckt up

The Pine and Cedar: Graves at my command

Have wak'd their fleepers, pp'd, and let 'em forth

By my ſo potent Art: But this rough Magick

I here abuje: and when I have requir'd

Some heavenly Mufick (which even now I do)

To work mine end upon their ſenſes, that

This airy charm is for, Ile break my ſtaſſ,

Bury it certain ſadoms in the Earth,

And

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THE
Two Gentlemen of Verona.

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Valentine, Protheus, and Speed.

Valentine.

Eafe to perfwade, my loving Protheus;
Home-keeping youth have ever
(homely wits;
Wer't not affection chains thy ten-
(der days,
To the sweet glances of thy ho-
(nour'd Love,
I rather would intreat thy company,
To fee the wonders of the world a-
(broad,
Than (living duly fluggardiz'd at home)
Wear out thy youth with shapeleſs idlenefs.
But fince thou lov't, love ſtill, and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine adieu,
Think on thy Protheus when thou (haply) ſeeft
Some rare Note-worthy Object in thy travel :
With me partaker in thy happineſs
When thou doſt meet good hap ; and in thy danger
(If ever danger do environ thee)
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers ;
For I will be thy Bead's-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a Love-book pray for thy ſucceſſ.
Pro. Upon ſome book I love I'le pray for thee.
Val. That's on ſome ſhallow ſtory of deep love,
How young Leander croft the Helleſſont.
Pro. That's a deep ſtory of a deeper love;
For he was more than over-ſhooes in love.

Val. 'Tis true; for you are over-boots in love,
And yet you never ſwom the Helleſſont.
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 ſcore is bought with groans:
Coy looks, with heart-fore ſighs : one fading moments
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : (mirth,
If haply won, perhaps an hapleſs gain :
If loft, why then a grievous labour won !
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or elſe a wit by folly vanquifhed.

Val. So, by your circumſtance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumſtance, I fear you'l prove.
And yet you never ſwom the Helleſſont.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.

Pro. What ?

Pro. So, by your circumſtance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumſtance, I fear you'l prove.
Pro. 'Tis Love you cavil at ; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your Maſter ; for he Maſters you :
And he that is ſo yoked by a fool,
Methinks ſhould not be Chronicled for wife.

Pro. Yet Writers ſay, as in the ſweeteſt bud
The eating Canker dwells; ſo eating Love
Inhabits in the fineſt wits of all.

Val. And Writers ſay; as the moſt forward bud
Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow,
Even ſo by Love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blaſting in the bud,

Lofing his verdure even in the prime;
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waſe I time to counsel thee
That are a Votary to fond define?
Once more adieu: my Father at the Road
Expects my coming, there to fee me ſhipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let us take our leave:
At Millain let me hear from thee by Letters
Of thy ſucceſs in love ; and what News eſſe
Betideth here in absence of thy Friend :
And I likewife will viſit thee with mine.

Pro. All happineſs bechance to thee in Millain.

Val. As much to you at home : and ſo farewel.

Exit.

Pro. He after Honour hunts, I after Love;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more;
I love my ſelf, my friends, and all for love :
Thou ſulia, thou haſt matamorphos'd me:
Made me neglect my ſtudies, loſe my time,
War with good counſel, fet the world at nought;
Made wit with Mufing, weak; heart ſick with thought.

Sp. Sir Protheus: ſave you: faw you my Maſter ?

Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Millain.

Pro. Twenty to one then he is ſhipp'd already,

And I have plaid the ſheep in loſing him.

Pro. Indeed a ſheep doth very often ſtray,
And if the ſhepherd be a while away.

Pro. You conclude that my Maſter is a ſhepherd then,
and I a ſheep ?

Pro. I do.

Pro. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake
or ſleep.

Pro. A ſilly anſwer, and fitting well a ſheep.

Pro. This proves me ſtill a ſheep.

Pro. True ; and thy Maſter a ſhepherd.

Pro. Nay, that I can deny by a circumſtance,

Pro. It ſhall go hard but I'le prove it by another.

Pro. The ſhepherd ſeeks the ſheep, and not the ſheep
the ſhepherd ; but I ſeek my Maſter, and my Maſter ſeeks
not me : therefore I am no ſheep.

Pro. The ſheep for Fodder follow the ſhepherd, the
Shepherd for food follows not the ſheep: thou for wages
followeſt thy Maſter, thy Maſter for wages follows not
thce : therefore thou art a ſheep.

Pro. Such another proof will make me cry Baß.

Pro. But doſt thou hear ? gaveſt thou my Letter to ſulia ?

Pro. I Sir: I (a loft-Mutton) gave your Letter to her (a
lac'd-Mutton), and ſhe (a lac'd-Mutton) gave me (a loft-
Mutton) nothing for my labour.

Pro. Here's too ſmall a Paſture for ſuch ſtore of Muttons.

Pro. If the ground be over-charg'd, you were beſt stick
her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are aſtray : 'twere beſt pound
you.

Pro. Nay, Sir, leſs than a pound ſhall ſerve me for carrying your Letter.

The Tempest.

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Pro. You miftake: I mean the Pound, a Pin-fold.
Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a Letter to your Lover.
Pro. But what faid fhe?
Sp. I.
Pro. Nod-I: why, that's Noddy.
Sp. You miftook, Sir, I faid fhe did nod :
And you ask me if fhe did nod, and I faid, I.
Pro. And that fet together, is noddy.
Sp. Now you have taken the pains to fet it together,
take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you fhall have it for bearing the Letter.
Sp. Well, I perceive I muft be fain to bear with you.
Pro. Why Sir, how do you bear with me?
Sp. Marry fir, the Letter very orderly,
Having nothing but the word noddy for my pains.
Pro. Befhrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Sp. And yet it cannot overtake your flow purfe.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief; what faid
fhe ?

Sp. Open your purfe, that the money and the matter
may be both delivered.

Pro. Well Sir, here is for your pains: what faid fhe ?
Sp. Truly Sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
Pro. Why ? could'ft thou perceive fo much from her ?
Sp. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her ;
No, not fo much as a Ducket for delivering your Letter,
And being fo hard to me that brought your mind,
I fear fhe'l prove as hard to you in telling her mind.
Give her no token but flones; for fhe's as hard as fteel.
Pro. What faid fhe, nothing ?

Sp. No, not fo much as take this for thy pains: (me:
To teftify your bounty, I thank you, you have Teftern'd
In requal whereof, henceforth carry your Letter your
felf: And fo, Sir, Ple commend you to my Mafter.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to fave my Ship from wrack,
Which cannot perifh having thee aboard,
Being deftin'd to a drier death on shore :
I muft go fend fome better Meffenger :
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from fuch a worthleſs poſt.

Exit.

## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Jul. But fay Lucetta (now are we alone)
Would'ft thou then confel me to fall in love ?
Luc. I Madam, fo you flumble not uneftueously
Jul. Of all the fair Refort of Gentlemen,
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthuft love ?

Luc. Pleafe you repeat their names, I'le ſhew my mind,
According to my ſhallow ſimple skill.

Jul. What think'ft thou of the fair Sir Eglamoer?
Luc. As of a Knight well-spoken, neat and fine:
But were I you, he never ſhould be mine.

Jul. What think'ft thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Lu. Well of his wealth; but of himſelf, fo, fo.
Jul. What think'ft thou of the gentle Protheus ?
Lu. Lord, Lord ! to fee what folly reigns in us.
Jul. How now ? what means this paflſon at his Name ?
Lu. Pardon, dear Madam, 'tis a pafling ſhame,
That I (unworthy body as I am)

Should cenſure thus on lovely Gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Protheus; as of all the reſt ?
Lu. Then thus: of many good, I think him beſt.
Jul. Your Reaſon ?
Lu. I have no other but a womans Reaſon:
I think him fo, becaufe I think him fo.

Jul. And would'ſt thou have me caſt my love on him ?
Lu. I, if you think your love not caſt away.

Jul. Why he, of all the reſt, hath never movd me.
Lu. Yet he, of all the reſt, I think beſt loves ye.

Jul. His little ſpeaking ſhews his love but finall.

Lu. Fire that's cloſeſt kept burns moſt of all.

Jul. They do not love that do not ſhew their love.

Lu. Oh, they love leaſt that let men know their love.

Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Lu. Perufe this Paper, Madam.

Jul. To Julia: ſay, from whom ?

Lu. That the Contents will ſhew.

Jul. Say, ſay: who gave it thee ?

Lu. Sir Valentine's Page; and ſent I think from Protheus.

He would have given it you, but I being in the way,
Did in your name receive it: Pardon the fault I pray.

Jul. Now (by my modeſtly) a goodly Broker :
Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines ?
To whifper and confpire againſt my Youth ?

Now truſt me, 'tis an Office of great worth,

And you an Officer fit for the place.
There : take the Paper: ſee it be return'd,

Or eſſe return no more into my fight.

Lu. To plead for Love deferves more Fee than hate.

Jul. Will ye be gone ?

Lu. That you may ruminate.

Jul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter :
It were a ſhame to call her back again,

And pray her to aſt for which I chid her.
What fool is ſhe that knows I am a Maid,

And would not force the Letter to my view ?
Since Maids in Modeſtly, ſay No to that

Which they would have the proſerer conſtrue, ſt.

Fie, ſie, how way-ward is this ſooliſh Love,

That (like a teſty babe) will scratch the Nurſe,

And preventely, all humbled, kifſ the Rod ?

How churlifly I chid Lucetta hence,

When willingly I would have had her here ?

How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

When inward joy enſor'd my heart to ſmile ?

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,

And ask remiſſion for my ſolly paſt.

What hoe: Lucetta.

Lu. What would your Ladyſhip ?

Jul. Is't near dinner-time ?

Lu. I would it were,

That you might kill your ſtomach on your meat,

And not upon your Maid.

Jul. What is't that you

Took up fo gingerly ?

Lu. Nothing.

Jul. Why didſt thou ſtoop then ?

Lu. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Lu. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Then let it lie for thate that it concerns.

Lu. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Unleſſ it have a falſe Interpreter.

Jul. Some Love of yours hath writ to you in Rime.

Lu. That I might ſing it (Madam) to a tune :

Give a Note; your Ladyſhip can ſet.

Jul. As little by ſuch toys as may be poffible :

Belt ſing it to the tune of *Light O Love*.

Lu. It is too heavy for fo light a tune.

Jul. Heavy ? belike it hath ſome burthen then.

Lu. I: and melodious were it, would you ſing it?

Jul. And why not you ?

Lu. I cannot reach fo high,

Jul. Lets fee your Song :

How now Minion ?

Lu. Keep tune there ſtill, fo you will ſing it out:

And yet methinks I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not ?

Lu. No (Madam), 'tis too ſharp.

Jul. You (Minion) art too fawcy.

Lu. Nay,

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

20

Lu. Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harfi a deftant:
There wanteth but a Mean to fill your Song,
*Fu.* The Mean is drown'd with your unruly Bafe.
Lu. Indeed I bid thee bafe for *Protheus*.
*Fu.* This babble shall not henceforth trouble me:
Here is a coile with proreftation:
Go, get you gone; and let the Papers lie:
You would be fingring them to anger me.
*Lu.* She makes it strange, but she would be beft pleas'd
To be so angred with another Letter.
Exit.

*Fu.* Nay, would I were so angred with the fame:
Oh harmful hands, to tear such loving words;
Injurious Wafps, to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the Bees that yield it with your fings:
Ile kifs each feveral Paper for amends:
Look, here is writ, kind *Julia*: unkind *Julia*,
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name againft the bruifing ftones,
Trampling contemptuoufly on thy difdain.
And here is writ, *Love-wounded Protheus*.

*Poor wounded name:* my boſome, as a bed,
Shall lodg thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I fear it with a ſevera kifs.
But twice or thrice was *Protheus* written down:
Be calm (good wind), blow not a word away,
Till I have ſound each letter in the Letter,
Except mine own Name: That ſome whirl-wind bear
Unto a ragged, ſearful, hanging Rock,
And throw it thence into the raging Sea.
Lo, here in one line is his Name twice writ:
Poor *forlorn Protheus*, *paffionate Protheus*:

*To the sweet Julia:* that I'll tear away:
And yet I will not, ſith fo prettily
He couples it to his complaining Names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another:
Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Enter.

*Lu.* Madam: dinner is ready, and your father flays.
*Fu.* Well, let us go.
*Lu.* What shall theſe Papers lie, like tell-tales here?
*Fu.* If you reſpect them, beſt to take them up.
*Lu.* Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they ſhall not lie for catching cold.

*Lu.* I (Madam), you may ſay what fights you fee:
I fee things too, although you judg I wink.
*Fu.* Come, come, wilt pleafe you go?

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Antonio, Panthon, and Protheus.

*Ant.* Tell me *Panthion*, what ſad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloyſter?
*Pan.* 'Twas of his Nephew *Protheus*, your Son.

*Ant.* VVhy, what of him ?

*Pan.* He wondred that your Lordſhip
VVould ſuffer him to ſpend his Youth at home,
VVhile other men of ſlender Reputation
Put forth their Sons to ſEEK Preferment out:
Some to the VVars, to try their fortune there;
Some to diſcover Hlands far away ;

Some to the ſtudious Univerſities.
For any, or for all theſe Exerciſes,
He faid, that *Protheus*, your Son was meet;
And did requeſt me to importune you

To let him (ſpend his time no more at home;
VVhich would be great impeachment to his Age,
In having known no travel in his Youth.

*Ant.* Nor need't thou much importune me to that

VVhereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his loſs of time ;
And now he cannot be a perfect man,

And now he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried, nor tutor'd in the world :
Experience is by industry archieſed,
and perfected by the ſwift courſe of time:

Experience is by industry archieſed,
and perfected by the ſwift courſe of time:
Then tell me, whether were I beſt to ſend him?

*Pan.* I think your Lordſhip is not ignorant
How his Companion, youthful *Valentine*,
Attends the Emperor in his Royal Court.

*Ant.* I know it well.

(thither:

*Pan.* 'Twere good, I think, your Lordſhip ſent him
There ſhall he practise Tilts and Turnaments;
Hear ſweet Difcourſe, converse with Noblemen,
And be in eye of every Exerciſe

VVorthy his Youth and Noblenefs of Birth.

*Ant.* I like thy counſel : well haſt thou advis'd:
And that thou maſt perceive how well I like it,
The Execution of it ſhall make known;
Even with the ſpeedieſt expedition

I will diſpatch him to the Emperor's Court.

*Pan.* To morrow, may it pleafe you, *Don Alphonſo*,
VVith other Gentlemen of good Eſteem,
Are journeying to ſalute the Emperor,
And to commend their ſervice to his will.

*Ant.* Good Company : with them ſhall *Protheus* go:

And in good time, now will we break with him?

Enter.

*Pro.* Sweet love, ſweet lines, ſweet life ;

Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Here is her Oath for love, her honours pawn:

O that our Fathers would applaud our Loves

To ſeel our happineſs with their confents :

Oh heavenly *Julia*!

*Ant.* How now? VVhat Letter are you reading there?

*Pro.* May't pleafe your Lordſhip, 'tis a word or two.

Of Commendation ſent from *Valentine*:

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

*Ant.* Let me the Letter : Let me fee what News.

*Pro.* There is no News (my Lord) but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well-belov'd,
And daily graced by the Emperor;

VVifhing me with him, partner of his Fortune.
*Ant.* And how ſtand you affected to his wifh?

*Pro.* As one relying on your Lordſhip's will,
And not depending on his friendly wifh.

*Ant.* My will is ſomething forſted with his wifh:

Mufe not that I thus ſuddenly proceed;

For what I will, I will; and there's an end:
I am reſolv'd that thou ſhalt ſpend ſome time

VVith *Valentine* in the Emperor's Court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,

Like exhibition thou ſhalt have from me:
To morrow be in readineſs to go:

Excufe it not; for I am peremptory.
*Pro.* My Lord, I cannot be ſo ſoon provided;

Pleafe you deliberate a day or two.
*Ant.* Look what thou want't ſhall be ſent after thee:

No more of ſlay ; to morrow thou muſt go:
Come on *Panthion*; you ſhall be imploy'd

To haſten on his expedition.
*Pro.* Thus have I ſhunn'd the fire for fear of burning,

And drench'd me in the Sea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to ſhew my father *Julia's* Letter,
Leaſt he ſhould take exceptions to my Love,
And with the vantage of mine own Excufe

Hath he excepted moſt againſt my Love.
Oh, how this spring of love reſembles
The uncertain glory of an April-day,
Which now ſhews all the beauty of the Sun,

And by and by a cloud takes all away.
*Pan.* Sir *Protheus*, your father calls for you;
He is in haſte, therefore I pray you go.
*Pro.* Why this it is: my heart accords thereto,

*Ant.* And yet a thouſand times it anſwers no.
Exeunt. Fins.
Acfus

Enter.

*Pro.* Why this it is: my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thouſand times it anſwers no.
Exeunt. Fins.
Acfus

The Two Gentlemen of Verona.

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Valentine, Speed, Silvia.

Speed, Sir, your Glove.
Valen. Not mine : I, my Gloves are on.
Sp. VVhy then this may be yours; for this is but one.
Val. Ha? Let me me : I, give me it, it's mine : Sweet Ornament that decks a thing Divine,
Ah Silvia, Silvia.

Speed, Madam Silvia: Madam Silvia.

Val. How now Sirrah ?

Sp. She is not within hearing, Sir.

Val. VVhy Sir, who bad you call her ?

Sp. Your VVorship Sir, or else I miftook.

Val. VVell: you'll fill be too forward.

Sp. And yet I was laft chidden for being too flow.

Val. Go to sir, tell me: do you know Madam Silvia?

Sp. She that your VVorship loves?

Val. VVhy, how know you that I am in love?

Sp. Marry by thee special marks: firſt, you have learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your arms like a Male-content: to reliaſh a Love-Song like a Robim-read-breast: to walk alone like one that had the Peſtility: to ſigh like a School-boy that had ſoft his A. B. C. to weep like a young VVench that had ſoft her Grandam: to ſaſt like one that takes diet: to watch like one that fears robbing: to peake puling like a Beggar at Hollowoums: You were wont when you laughed to crow like a Cock: when you faſted it was preſently after dinner: when you look'd fadly it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphos'd with a Miftrefes, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my Maſter.

Val. Are all theſe things perceiv'd in me?

Sp. They are all perceiv'd without ye.

Val. Without me? they cannot.

Sp. Without you ? may, that's certain ; for without you were ſo ſimple, none eſſe would: but you are ſo without theſe follies, that theſe follies are within you, and ſhine through you like the water in an Urinal: that not an Eye that ſees you, but is a Physician to Comment on your Maſady.

Val. But tell me: doſt thou know my Lady Silvia?

Sp. She that you gaze on ſo as ſhe fits at ſupper ?

Val. Haſt thou obſerv'd that ? even ſhe I mean.

Sp. Why fir, I know her not.

Val. Doſt thou know her by gazing on her, and yet know it her not ?

Sp. Is ſhe not hard-favour'd fir ?

Val. Not ſo fair (boy) as well favour'd.

Sp. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What doſt thou know ?

Sp. That ſhe is not ſo fair as (of you) well favour'd.

Val. I mean that her beauty is exquiſite,
But her favour infinite.

Sp. That's becauſe the one is painted, and the other out of all count.

Val. How painted ? and how out of count?

Sp. Marry fir, ſo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How eſteem't thou me? I account of her beauty.

Sp. You never ſaw her ſince ſhe was deſorm'd.

Val. How long hath ſhe been deſorm'd ?

Sp. Ever ſince you lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd her ever ſince I ſaw her,
And ſtill I fee her beautiful.

Sp. If you love her you cannot fee her.

Val. VVhy?

Sp. Because Love is blind: O that you had mine Eyes,
or your own Eyes had the Lights they were wont to

have, when you chid at Sir Protheus for going ungar-
ter'd.

Val. VVhat should I fee then?

Sp. Your own preſent folly, and her paffing deſormi-
ty: for he, being in Love, could not fee to garter his
Hofe; and you, being in Love, cannot fee to put on your
Hofe.

Val. Beſlike (boy) then you are in Love; for laſt morning
You could not fee to wipe my ſnooes.

Sp. True fir, I was in love with my bed, I thank you,
you ſwif'd me for my Love, which makes me the bolder
to chide you for yours.

Val. In concluſion I ſtand affected to her.

Sp. I would you were ſet, ſo your Affection would ceaſe.

Val. Laſt night ſhe enjoy'd me

To write ſome lines to one ſhe loves.

Sp. And have you ?

Val. I have.

Sp. Are they not lamely wri ?

Val. No (boy), but as well as I can do them :

Peace, here ſhe comes.

Sp. Oh excellent Motion ! Oh exceeding Puppet !

Now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and Miftris, a thouſand good morrows.

Sp. Oh ! 'give ye-good-ev'n: here's a million of man-
ners.

Sil. Sir Valentine, and ſervant, to you two thouſand.

Sp. He should give her Interſt; and ſhe gives it him.

Val. As you injoyn'd me, I have wri your Letter

Unto the ſecret, nameleſs friend of yours:

Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

But my duty to your Ladyship.

Sil. I thank you (gentle ſervant), 'tis very Clerkly done.

Val. Now truſt me (Madam), it came hardly off:

For being ignorant to whom it goes,

I wri at random very doſtbfuſly.

Sil. Perchance you think too much of ſo much pains ?

Val. No (Madam), ſo it ſeeds you, I will write

(Pleafe you command) a thouſand times as much :

And yet—

Sil. A pretty period: well: I gneſt the ſequel ;

And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not:

And yet take this again: and yet I thank you:

Meaning henceforth to troublè you no more,

Sp. And yet you will: and yet, another yet.

Val. What means your Ladyſhip ?

Do you not like it ?

Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly wri ;

But (ſince unwillingly) take them again :

Nay, take them.

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. I, I: you wri them, Sir, at my requeſt ;

But I will none of them : they are for you :

I would have had them wri more movingly.

Val. Pleafe you, Ple write your Ladyſhip another.

Sil. And when it's wri, for my ſake read it over;

And if it pleafe you, ſo: if not, why ſo.

Val. If it pleafe me (Madam)? what then?

Sil. Why if it pleafe you, take it for your labour :

And ſo good morrow ſervant.

Sp. Oh Jeff unſeen, inſcrutable, inſvisible,

As a Note on a man's Face, or a W earthercock on a Steeple:

My Maſter ſues to her: and ſhe hath taught her Sutor,

He being her Pupil, to become her Tutor :

Oh excellent device! was there ever heard a better?

That my Maſter being ſcribe,

To himſelf ſhould write the Letter ?

Val. How now fir ?

What are you reaſoning with your ſelf?

Sp. Nay, I was riming: 'tis you that have the Reaſon.

Val. To do what ?

Sp. To be a ſpokes-man from Madam Silvia.

Val. To whom ?

Sp. To

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

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Sp. To your self: why, she woes you by a figure,
Val. What figure?
Sp. By a Letter, I should fay.
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?
Sp. What need she,
When she hath made you write to your self?
Why, do you not perceive the left?
Val. No, believe me.
Sp. No believing you indeed Sir :
But did you perceive her Earneft?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Sp. Why, she hath given you a Letter.
Val. That's the Letter I wri to her friend.
Sp. And that Letter hath she deliver'd; and there's an end.
Val. I would it were no worfe.
Sp. Ple warrant you 'tis as well :
For often have you writ to her ; and she in modeft,
Ore ſel for want of idle time, could not again reply ;
Or fearing eſſe fome meſſenger that might her mind diſ-
cover,
Her ſelf hath taught her Love himſelf to write unto her
All this I ſpeak in Print; for in Print I found it. (Over.
Why muſe you fir ? 'tis dinner-time.
Val. I have din'd.
Sp. I, but hearken fir : though the Cameleon Love can
feed on the air, I am one that am nouriſh'd by my vicu-
als ; and would ſain have meat : Oh be not like your Mi-
ſtrſs; be moved, be moved.
Exeunt.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Protheus, Julia, Panthion.

Pro. Have patience gentle Julia.
Jul. I muſt where is no Remedy.
Pro. When poffibl I can, I will return.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the ſooner :
Keep this Remembrance for thy Julia's fake.
Pro. Why then we'll make exchange;
Here, take you this.
Jul. And feal this bargain with a holy kifs.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true conſtancy:
And when that hour ore-flips me in the day,
Wherein I ſigh not (Julia) for thy fake,
The next enſuing hour ſome foul miſchance
Torment me for my Loves forgetſuſeſs:
My father ſrays my coming : anſwer not:
The Tide is now ; nay, not thy tide of tears ;
That tide will ſtay me longer than I ſhould ;
Julia farewel: what, gone without a word?
I, fo true love ſhould do: it cannot ſpeak ;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Pan. Sir Protheus, you are ſtaſt for.
Pro. Go: I come, I come:
Alas! this parting ſtrikes poor Lovers dumb.
Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Launce, Panthion.

Launce, Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weep-
ing: all the kind of thee Launces have this very fault : I
have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious ſon, and
am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperial's Court: I think
Crab my Dog be the fowreſt Natured Dog that lives: My

Mother weeping: my Father wailing: my Sifter crying:
onr Maid howling: our Cat wringing her hands, and all
our houſe in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-
hearted Cur ſhed one tear: He is a ſtone, a very pibble-
ſtone, and has no more pity in him than a Dog: A ſnow
would have wept to have feen our parting: Why, my
Grandam, having no Eyes, look you, wept her ſelf
blind at my parting: Nay, I'le howſu you the manner of
it: This ſhooe is my Father: no, this left ſhooe is my
Father: no, no, this left ſhooe is my Mother: nay, that
cannot be ſo neither: yes, it is ſo, it is ſo; it hath the
worſer ſole: this ſhooe with the hole in it is my Mother:
and this my Father: a veng'ance on't, there 'tis: Now
fir, this ſtaff is my Sifter: for look you, ſhe is as white
as a lilly, and as ſmall as a wand: this hat is Nan, our
Maid: I am the Dog: no, the Dog is himſelf, and I am
the Dog: Oh, the Dog is me, and I am my ſelf: I ſo,
ſo: Now come I to my Father; Father, your bleſſing:
Now ſhould not the ſhooe ſpeak a word for weeping:
Now ſhould I kifs my Father: well, he weeps on: Now
come I to my Mother: Oh that the ſcould ſpeak now like a
would-woman: well, I kifs her: why there 'tis: here's
my Mothers breath up and down: Now come I to my ſi-
ſter: mark what moan ſhe makes: Now the Dog all this
while ſheds not a tear, nor ſpeaks a word: but fee howl
lay the duſt with my ſears.

Panth. Launce, away, away : aboard, thy Maſter is
ſhip'd, and thou art to poſt after with Oars: what's the
matter ? why weep 't ſt thou, man ? away afs, you'l loſe the
Tide if you tarry any longer.

Launt. It is no matter if the Tide were loft; for it is the
unkindeſt Tide that ever any man tyde.

Panth. What's the unkindeſt Tide?

Launt. Why, he that's tide here, Crab my Dog.

Pan. Tut man : I mean, thou'lt loſe the flood, and in
loſing the flood, loſe thy Voyage, and in loſing thy Voy-
age, loſe thy Maſter, and in loſing thy Maſter, loſe thy
Service, and in loſing thy Service,—Why doſt thou ſtop
my mouth?

Launt. For fear thou ſhould'ſt loſe thy tongue.

Panth. Where ſhouſt I loſe my tongue ?

Launt. In thy Tale.

Panth. In thy Tail.

Launt. Lofe the Tide, and the Voyage, and the Maſter,
and the Service, and the Tide: why man, if the River were
dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the Wind were
down, I could drive the Boat with my ſights.

Panth. Come: come away man; I was ſent to call
thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ſt.

Pan. VVilt thou go ?

Lau. Well, I will go.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, Speed, Duke,
Protheus.

Sil. Servant.

Val. Miftris.

Sp. Maſter, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

Val. I boy, it's for love.

Sp. Not of you.

Val. Of my Miftris then.

Sp. 'Twere good you knockt him.

Val. Servant, you are ſad.

Val. Indeed, Madam, I ſeem ſo.

Thu. Seem you that you are not ?

Val. Happ'ly I do.

Thu. So do Counterfeits.

Val. So do you.

Thu.

["The Two Gentlemen of Verona.", "23", "Thou. What seem I that I am not?", "Val. Wife.", "Thou. What instance of the contrary?", "Thou. Your folly.", "Thou. And how quote you my folly ?", "Thou. I quote it in your Jerkin.", "Thou. My Jerkin is a doublet.", "Thou. Well then, I'll double your folly.", "Thou. How?", "Sil. What, angry, Sir *Thurio*? do you change colour?", "Sil. Give him leave, Madam; he is a kind of Camelion.", "Thou. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than\nlive in your air.", "Thou. You have said fit.", "Thou. I, fir, and done too for this time.", "Val. I know it well fir; you always end ere you begin.", "Sil. A fine Volly of words, Gentlemen, and quickly\nflot off.", "Val. *Tis indeed, Madam; we thank the giver.*", "Sil. Who is that Servant ?", "Val. Your self (*fweet Lady*); for you gave the fire:", "Sir *Thurio* borrows his wit from your Ladyships looks,\nAnd I spends what he borrows kindly in your company.", "Thou, Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall\nmake your wit bankrupt.", "Val. I know it well fir, you have an Exchequer of words,\nAnd I think no other treasure to give your followers :", "For it appears by their bare Liveries,", "That they live by your bare words.", "Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more :", "Here comes my father.", "Duke. Now daughter *Silvia*, you are hard befeet :", "Sir Valentine, your father is in good health :", "What say you to a Letter from your friends", "Of much good News ?", "Val. My Lord, I will be thankful", "To any meffenger from thence.", "Duke. Know you Don *Antonio*, your Countryman ?", "Val. I, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman", "To be of worth and worthy effimation,", "And not without defert so well reputed.", "Duke. Hath he not a Son ?", "Val. I my good Lord, a Son that well deferves", "The honour and regard of such a Father.", "Duke. You know him well?", "Val. I knew him as my self; for from our Infancy\nWe have converſt, and ſpent our hours together :", "And to my self he had been an idle Treuant,", "Omitting the fweet benefit of time", "To clothe mine Age with Angel-like perfection ;", "Yet hath Sir *Protheus* (for that's his Name)", "Made uſe and fair advantage of his days:", "His Years but young, but his Experience old :", "His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe:", "And in a word (for far behind his worth", "Comes all the praeſes that I now beſtow),", "He is compleat in feature and in mind,", "With all good grace to grace a Gentleman.", "Duk. Befrew me fir, but if he make this good,", "He is as worthy for an Empreſs Love,", "As meet to be an Emperor's Counſellor :", "Well fir: this gentleman is come to me,", "With Commendation from great Potentates ;", "And here he means to ſpend his time a while ;", "I think 'tis no welcome News to you.", "Val. Should I have wifh'd a thing, it had been he.", "Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth :", "*Silvia*, I ſpeak to you, and you Sir *Thurio*;", "For *Valentine*, I need not cite him to it:", "I will ſend him hither to you prefently.", "Val. This is the gentleman I told your Ladyſhip\nHad come along with me, but that his Miftris", "Did hold his Eyes lockt in her Chriſtal looks.", "Sil. Belike that now ſhe hath enfranchis'd them", "Upon ſome other pawn for fealty.", "Val. Nay, fire, I think ſhe holds them prifoners ſtill.", "Sil. Nay, then he should be blind, and being blind,\nHow could he fee his way to ſeek out your ?", "Val. Why Lady, Love hath twenty pair of Eyes.", "Thou. They ſay that Love hath not an Eye at all.", "Val. To fee ſuch Lovers, *Thurio*, as your self:", "Upon a homely Object Love can wink.", "Enter.", "Sil. Have done, have done : here comes the gentleman.", "Val. Welcome dear *Protheus*: Miftris. I beſeeth you\nConfirm this welcome with ſome ſpecial favour.", "Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,\nIf this be you oft have wifh'd to hear from.", "Val. Miftris, it is : *sweet Lady*, entertain him", "To be my fellow-fervant to your Ladyſhip.", "Sil. Too low a Miftris for so high a fervant.", "Pro. Not so, *sweet Lady*; but too mean a fervant", "To have a Look of ſuch a worthy Miftris.", "Val. Leave off diſcourſe of diſability :", "Sweet Lady entertain him for your fervant.", "Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.", "Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed :", "Servant, you are welcome to a worthleſs Miftris.", "Pro. I'd die on him that ſays so but your self.", "Sil. That you are welcome?", "Pro. That you are worthleſs.", "(you.)", "Thou. Madam, my Lord, your father, would ſpeak with", "Sil. I wait upon his pleafure: Come Sir *Thurio*,", "Go with me : Once more new fervant welcome :", "Please you to confer of home affairs :", "When you have done, we look to hear from you,", "Pro. We'll both attend upon your Ladyſhip.", "Val. Now tell me how do all from whence you came ?", "Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much com-", "Val. And how do yours ?", "(mended)", "Pro. I left them all in health.", "Val. How does your Lady? and how thrives your Love?", "Pro. My tales of Love were want to weary you ;", "I know you joy not in a Love-difcourſe.", "Val. I *Protheus*, but that Life is alter'd now ;", "I have done penance for conſtaining Love,", "Whofe high imperious thoughts have puniſhed me", "With bitter faſts, with penitential groans,", "With nightly tears and daily heart-fore ſighs :", "For in revenge of my contempt of Love,", "Love hath chaëd ſleep from my enthralled Eyes,", "And made them watchers of mine own hearts ſorrow :", "O gentle *Protheus*, Love's a mighty Lord,", "And hath ſo humbled me as I confers", "There is no wo to his correction ;", "Nor to his ſervice, no ſuch joy on earth :", "Now no diſcourſe, except it be of Love :", "Now can I break my faſt, dine, ſup and ſleep", "Upon the very naked Name of Love.", "Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your Eye :", "Was this the Idol that you worſhip ſo ?", "Val. Even ſhe : and is the not a heavenly faint ?", "Pro. No: but ſhe is an earthly Paragon,", "Val. Call her divine.", {"bbox": [500, 1123, 660, 1139], "category": "Text

24.

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

And of so great a favour growing proud,
Difflain to root the Summer swelling flower,
And make rough Winter everlastingly.

Pro. Why Valentine, what Bragadifn is this ?

Val. Pardon me (Protheus); all I can is nothing ;
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing :
She is alone.

Pro. Then let her alone.

Val. Not for the World: why man, she is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a Jewel,
As twenty Seas, if all their land were pearl,
The water Nectar, and the Rock pure gold:
Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou feelst me doat upon my Love:
My foolish Rival that her Father likes
(Only for his poffeffions are so huge),
Is gone with her along, and I muft after ;
For Love (thou know'st) it is full of jealousy.

Pro. But the loves you?

(hour,

Val. I, and we are betrothed: nay, more, our marriage
VVith all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determin'd off: how I muft climb her VVindow ;
The Ladder made of Cords, and all the means
Plotted and 'greed on for my happineſs :
Good Protheus go with me to my Chamber,
In theſe affairs to aid me with thy counſel.

Pro. Go on before: I fhall enquire you forth:
I muſt unto the Road to difembarque
Some Necefliaries that I needs muſt uſe,
And then I'le prefently attend you.

Val. VVill you make haſte?

Pro. I will:
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by freight drives out another ;
So the remembrance of my former Love
Is by a new Object quite forgotten:
Is it my then, or Valentineans praife ?

Her true perfection, or my falſe transſegreſſion,
That makes me reaſonleſs, to reaſon thus ?
She is fair; and ſo is Julia that I love
(That I did love; for now my Love is thaw'd,

VVhich like a waxen Image 'gainſt a fire,
Bears no impreſſion of the thing it was):
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
And that I love him not as I was wont:
O ! but I love his Lady too-too much;

And that's the Reaſon I love him ſo little:
How ſhall I doat on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her ?

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazel'd ſo my Reaſon's Light:
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no Reaſon but I ſhall be blind:
If I can check my erring Love, I will:
If not, to compaſs her Ple uſe my skill.

Exiſ.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Speed and Launce.

Speed, Launce, by mine honesty welcome to Padua.

Laun. Forſwear not thy ſelf, ſweet Youth; for I am
not welcome: I reekon this always, that a man is never
undone till he be hang'd, nor never welcome to a place,
till ſome certain ſhot be paid, and the Hoftleſs ſay wel-
come.

Speed, Come on you mad-cap: Ple to the Ale-houſe
with you prefently; where, for one ſhot of five pence,
thou ſhalt have five thouſand welcomes: But firraḥ, how

did thy Maſter part with Madam Julia?

Lau. Marry after they cloaſ'd in earneſt, they parted
very fairly in ſeſt.

Sp. But ſhall ſhe marry him ?

Lau. No.

Sp. How then ? ſhall he marry her ?

Lau. No, neither.

Sp. VVhat, are they broken ?

Lau. No: they are both as whole as a fifth.

Sp. Why then, how ſtands the matter with them ?

Lau. Marry thus; when it ſtands well with him, it ſtands
well with her.

Sp. VVhat an Aſs art thou ? I underſtand thee not.

Lau. What a block art thou, that thou canſt not ?
My ſtaff underſtands me.

Sp. What thou ſay'ſt ?

Lau. I, and what I do too: Look thee, I'le but lean, and
my ſtaff underſtands me.

Sp. It ſtands under thee indeed.

Lau. Why, ſtand-under, and underſtand is all one.

Sp. But tell me true; will't be a match ?

Lau. Ask my Dog: is if he ſay I, it will: is he ſay no, it
will: is he ſhake his tail, and ſay nothing, it will.

Sp. The conclusion is then, that it will.

Lau. Thou ſhalt never get ſuch a ſecret from me, but
by a parable.

Sp. 'Tis well that I get it ſo: But Launce, how ſay'ſt
thou, that my Maſter is become a notable Lover ?

Lau. I never knew him otherwife.

Sp. Than how ?

Lau. A notable Lubber ; as thou reporteſt him to
be.

Sp. Why, thou whoreson Aſs, thou miſtak'ſt me.

Lau. Why, Fool, I meant not thee; I meant not thy
Maſter.

Sp. I tell thee, my Maſter is become a hot Lover.

Lau. VVhy, I tell thee, I care not tho he burn himſelf in
Love: If thou wilt go with me to the Alehouſe, ſo; if not,
thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the Name of a
Chriſtian.

Sp. VVhy ?

Lau. Because thou haſt not ſo much charity in thee as to
go to the Ale with a Chriſtian: VVilt thou go ?

Sp. At thy ſervice.

Exeunt.

## Scena Sexta.

Enter Protheus ſolus.

Pro. To leave my Julia; ſhall I be forſworn?

To love fair Silvia; ſhall I be forſworn?

To wrong my friend, I ſhall be much forſworn:
And ev'n that Power which gave me firſt my Oath,
Provokes me to this threefold Perjury :

Love bad me ſwear, and Love bids me forſwear:

O ſweet fugſeſting Love, if thou haſt finn'd,
Teach me (thy tempted ſubject) to excufe it:

At firſt I did adore a twinkling Star,

But now I worſhip a celeſtial Sun:

Unheeding Vows may heedfully be broken;

And he wants wit that wants reſolved will,
To learn his wit 't' exchange the bad for better:

Fie, ſie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad,
VVhoſe fovereignty ſo oft thou haſt prefer'd,

VVith twenty thouſand foul-confirming Oaths:
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do:

But there I leave to love where I ſhould love:

Julia I ſoſe, and Valentine I ſoſe:

If I keep them, I needs muſt Iſe my ſelf:

If

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

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If I lofe them, thus find I but their lofs,
For Valentine, my self; for Julia, Silvia:
I to my self am dearer than a friend;
For Love is still moft precious in it self,
And Silvia (witneſs heaven that made her fair)
Shews Julia but a ſwarthy Ethiopie:
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembering that my love to her is dead:
And Julia I le hold an Enemy,
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter Friend:
I cannot now prove conſtant to my self,
VVithout ſome treachery us'd to Valentine:
This night he meaneth with a corded-ladder,
To climb ceſtiall Silvia's chamber window,
My ſelf in council his competitor:
Now prefently I le give her Father notice
Of their diſuſing and pretended flight;
VVho (all inrag'd) will banifh Valentine:
For Thurio he intends ſhall wed his daughter;
But Valentine being gone, I le quickly croſs,
By ſome fly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding:
Love lend me wings, to make my purpofe ſwift,
As thou haſt lent me wit to plot his drift.

Exit.

## Scena Septima.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Ju. Counſel, Lucetta; gentle girl, affift me,
And even in kind Love I do conjure thee,
VVho art the Table wherein all my thoughts
Are viſibly Charaſter'd and Engrav'd,
To leſſon me, and tell me ſome good means,
How with my honour I may undertake
A journey to my loving Protheus.
Luc. Alas, the way is weariſome and long.
Ju. A true devoted Pilgrim is not weary
To meaſure Kingdoms with his feeble ſteps,
Much leſſs ſhall ſhe that hath Love's wings to fly;
And when the flight is made to one ſo dear,
Of ſuch divine perfection as Sir Protheus.
Lu. Better forbear till Protheus make return.

Ju. Oh, know't thou not, his looks are my ſoul's food?
Pity the Dearth that I have pinned in,
By longing for that food ſo long a time:
Did't thou but know the inſhy touch of Love,
Thou would't as soon go kindle ſire with ſnow
As ſeek to quench the fire of Love with words.

Lu. I do not ſeek to quench your Love's hot fire,
But qualifie the fire's extream rage,
Left it ſhouſt burn above the bounds of Reaſon.

Ju. The more thou dam't it up, the more it burns:
The Current that with gentle murmur glides
(Thou know't) being ſtop'd, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair courſe is not hindered,
He makes ſweet muſick with th' enamel'd ſtones,
Giving a gentle kifſ to every ſedg

He overtaketh in his Pilgrimage:
And ſo by many winding nooks he ſtrays,

VVith willing ſport to the wild Ocean:
Then let me go, and hinder not my courſe:

Ile be as patient as a gentle ſtream,
And make a paſtine of each weary ſtep,
Till the last ſtep have brought me to my Love;

And there Ile rest as after much turmoil
A bleſſed foul doth in Elizium:

Luc. But in what habit will you go along?

Ju. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
The loofe encounters of laſcivious men:

Gentle Lucetta, fit me with ſuch weeds.

As may beſeem ſome well-reputed Page.

Lu. Why then your Ladiship muſt cut your hair.

Ju. No, girl: I pleat it up in ſilken ſtrings,
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:

To be fantaſtick, may become a Youth

Of greater time than I ſhall flow to be,

Lu. What ſafhion (Madam) ſhall I make your breeches?

Ju. That fits as well, as tell me (good my Lord),

What compaſs will you wear your Farthingale?

Why, even what ſafhion thou beſt likes (Lucetta).

Lu. You muſt needs have them with a cod-piece( Ma-

Ju. Out, out (Lucetta), that will be ill-favour'd. (dam).

Lu. A round hofe (Madam) now's not worth a pin,
Unleſs you have a cod-piece to ſtick pins on.

Ju. Lucetta, as thou lov't me, let me have
What thou think't meicer, and is moſt mannerly:
But tell me (Wench), how will the World repute me
For undertaking ſo unſaid a journey?

I fear me it will make me ſcandaliz'd.

Lu. If you think ſo, then ſay at home, and go not.

Ju. Nay, that I will not.

Lu. Then never dream on Infamy, but go:
If Protheus like your journey when you come,
No matter who's diſpleas'd when you are gone:
I fear me he will ſcare me pleas'd with all.

Ju. That is the leaſt (Lucetta) of my fear:
A thousand Oaths, an Ocean of his tears,
And Inſtances, as infinite of Love,
Warrant me welcome to my Protheus.

Lu. All theſe are ſervants to deſectiſul men.

Ju. Bafe men that uſe them to ſo bafe effect:
But truer ſtars did govern Protheus birth:

His Words are Bonds, his Oaths are Oracles,
His love ſincere, his thoughts immaculate,
His tears pure Meſſengers ſent from his heart,

His heart as far from fraud as Heaven from Earth.

Lu. Pray Heaven he prove ſo when you come to him.

Ju. Now as thou lov't me, do him not that wrong
To bear a hard opinion of his truth:

Only deferme my love by loving him,
And preſently go with me to my chamber,
To take a Note of what I ſtand in need of,
To furniſh me upon my longing journey:
All that is mine I leave at thy diſpofe,

My Goods, my Lands, my Reputation,
Only in lieu thereof diſpatch me hence:

Come, anſwer not; but to it preſently:
I am impatient of my tarriance.

Exeunt.

## Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Duke, Thurio, Protheus, Valentine,
Launce, Speed.

Du. Sir Thurio, give us leave (I pray) a while;
We have ſome ſecrets to confer about:

Now tell me, Protheus, what's your will with me?

Pro. My gracious Lord, that which I would diſcover
The Law of Friendſhip bids me to conceal;

But when I call to mind your gracious ſavours
Done to me (undefeferring as I am),

My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which eſſe no worldliy good ſhould draw from me:

Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine, my friend,
This night intends to ſteal away your daughter.

My ſelf is one made privy to the Plot:

I know you have determin'd to beſtow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates.

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And

["The two Gentlemen of Verona.", "27", "Thank me for this, more than for all the favours\nWhich (all-too much) I have beftowed on thee:\nBut if thou linger in my Territories\nLonger than twiſteft expedition", "Will give thee time to leave our Royal Court,\nBy heaven, my wrath ſhall far exceed the love\nI ever bore my Daughter', or thy ſelf:\nBe gone, I will not hear thy vain Excufe,", "But as thou louſt thy life, make ſpeed from hence. Exit.", "Val. And why not death rather than living torment ?\nTo die, is to be banifh'd from my ſelf,", "And Silvia is my ſelf: banifh'd from her", "Is ſelf from ſelf: A deadly banifhment:", "What light is light, if Silvia be not ſeen ?", "What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?", "Unleſs it be to think that ſhe is by,", "And feed upon the ſhadow of perfection:", "Except I be by Silvia in the night,", "There is no mufick in the Nightingale:", "Unleſs I look on Silvia in the day,", "There is no day for me to look upon:", "She is my Effluence, and I leave to be,", "If I be not by her fair influence", "Foſter'd, illumin'd, cheriſh'd, kept alive:", "I fly not Death to fly his deadly doom;", "Tarry I here, I but attend on death;", "But fly I hence, I fly away from Life.", "Enter Pro. and", "Pro. Run (boy), run, run, and ſee him out. Launce.", "Lau. Soa-hough, Soa-hough—", "Pro. What ſeeth thou ?", "Lau. Him we go to find:", "There's not an hair on's head but 'tis a Valentine.", "Pro. Valentine?", "Va. No.", "Pro. Who then ? his Spirit ?", "Va. Neither.", "Pro. What then?", "Va. Nothing.", "Lau. Can nothing ſpeak ? Maſter, ſhall I ſtrike ?", "Pro. Whom would't thou ſtrike ?", "Lau. Nothing.", "Pro. Villain, forbear.", "Lau. Why, Sir, I'le ſtrike nothing: I pray you.", "Pro. Sirrah, I ſay, forbear: Friend Valentine, a word.", "Va. My Ears are flopt, and cannot hear good news,\nSo much of bad already hath poſſeft them.", "Pro. Then in dumb ſilence will I bury mine ;", "For they are harſh, untuneable, and bad.", "Va. Is Silvia dead ?", "Pro. No, Valentine.", "Va. No Valentine indeed for sacr'd Silvia :", "Hath the forſworn me ?", "Pro. No, Valentine.", "Va. No Valentine, if Silvia have forſworn me :", "What is your news ?", "Lau. Sir, there is a Proclamation that you are vanifhed.", "Pro. That thou art banifh'd: oh that's the news,", "From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.", "Va. Oh, I have fed upon this wo already :", "And now excels of it will make me ſurfeit:", "Doth Silvia know that I am banifh'd ?", "Pro. I, I: and the hath offered to the doori\n(Which unreverſt stands in effectual force)", "A Sea of melting Pearl, which ſome call tears :", "Thofe at her Father's churlih ſeeth the tendred,", "With them upon her knees, her humble ſelf,", "Wringing her hands, whoſe whitenefs ſo became them,\nAs if but now they waxed pale for wo :", "But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,\nSad fighs, deep groans, nor filver-fhedding tears\nCould penetrate her uncompaffionate fire:", "But Valentine, if he be ta'nè, muſt die :", "Befides, her interceſſion chaf'd him ſo,", "When the for thy repeal was ſuppliant,", "That to cloſe Prifon he commanded her,\nWith many bitter threats of biding there.", "Va. No more, unleſs the next word that thou ſpeak'ſt\nHave ſome malignant power upon my life:", "If ſo, I pray thee breathe it in mine Ear,", "As ending Antheſe of my endleſſs dolour.", "Pro. Ceafe to lament for that thou canſt not help,\nAnd ſtudy help for that which thou lament'ſt:", "Time is the Nurſe and Breeder of all good :", "Here is thou ſtay, thou canſt not ſee thy Love:", "Befides, thy flying will abridge thy life:", "Hope is a Lover's ſtaff, walk hence with that,", "And manage it againſt deſpairing thoughts:", "Thy Letters may be here, tho thou art hence,", "VVhich, being writ to me, ſhall be deliver'd", "Even in the milk-white boſome of thy love:", "The time now ſerves not to expoſtulate,", "Come, I'le convey thee through the City-gate,", "And e're I part with thee, confer at large", "Of all that may concern thy Love-affairs:", "As thou louſt Silvia (tho not for thy ſelf)", "Regard thy danger, and along with me.", "Va. I pray thee Launce, and if thou ſeeth my boy,\nBid him make haſte, and meet me at the North-gate.", "Pro. Go firrah, find him out: Come Valentine.", "Va. Oh my dear Silvia, hapleſs Valentine.", "Excellant.", "Launce, I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the\nwit to think my Maſter is a kind of a knave: but that's all\none, if he be but one knave: He lives not now that knows\nme to be in love, yet I am in love; but a Teem of horſe\nſhall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis! love: and yet\n'tis a woman; but what woman, I will not tell my ſelf:\nand yet 'tis a Milkmaid: yet 'tis not a maid; for the hath\nhad Gofflips: yet 'tis a maid; for the is her Maſter's maid,\nand ſerves for wages: She hath more qualities than a VVa-\nter-Spaniel, which is much in a bare Chriſtian: Here is the\nCate-log of her Conditions: Imprimis, the can fetch and\ncarry: why, a horſe can do no more: nay, a horſe cannot\nfetch, but only carry; therefore is the better than a Jade-\nItem, the can milk, look you, a weet virtue in a maid with\nclean hands.", "Enter Speed.", "Speed, How now Signior Launce ? what news with your\nMaſterſhip?", "La. VVith my Maſterſhip? why, it is at Sea.", "Sp. VVell, your old vice ſtill: miſtake the word: what\nnews then in your paper ?", "La. The black'ſt news that ever thou heard'ſt.", "Sp. VVliy man, how black ?", "Sp. VVhyl, as black as Ink.", "Sp. Let me read them.", "La. Fie on thee Jolthead, thou canſt not read.", "Sp. Thou lieſt: I can.", "La. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot thee ?", "Sp. I Marry, the ſon of my Grand-father?", "Sp. Oh illiterate loyterer, it was the ſon of thy", "Grand-mother: this proves that thou canſt not read.", "Sp. Come fool, come: try me in thy paper.", "La. There: and S. Nicholas be thy ſpeed.", "Sp. Imprimis, the can milk.", "La. I, that the can.", "Sp. Item, the brews good Ale.", "La. And therefore comes the Proverb (Bleſſing of your\nhearts, you brew good Ale).", "Sp. Item, the can ſowe.", "La. That's as much as to ſay (Can ſhe ſo)?", "Sp. Item, the can knit.", "La. VVhat need a man care for a ſock with a wench,\nVWhen the can knit him a ſock?", "Sp. Item, She can waſh and ſcour.", "La. A ſpecial vertue: for then the need not to be waſh'd\nand ſcour'd.", "Sp. Item, the can ſpin.", "La. Then may I fet the world on wheels, when ſhe can\nſpin for her living.", "C 2",

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

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Sp. Item, she hath many nameles Vertues.

La. That's as much as to say, *Bartard-Vertues*; that
indeed know not their Fathers, and therefore have no
Names.

Sp. Here follows her Vices.

La. Cloſe at the heels of her Vertues.

Sp. Item, ſhe is not to be faſting in reſpect of her breath.

La. Well: that fault may be mended with a breakfast:

Read on.

Sp. Item, ſhe hath a ſweet month.

La. That makes amends for her ſowr breath.

Sp. Item, ſhe doth talk in her ſleep.

La. It's no matter for that; ſo ſhe ſleep not in her talk.

Sp. Item, ſhe is ſlow in words.

La. Oh villain! that ſet down among her Vices !

To be flow in words is a womans only Vertue :

I pray thee out with't, and place it for her chief Vertue.

Sp. Item, ſhe is proud

La. Out with that too :

It was *Eyes* Legacy, and cannot be ta'ne from her.

Sp. Item, ſhe hath no teeth.

La. I care not for that neither, becaufe I love cruſts.

Sp. Item, ſhe is curſt.

La. Well: the beſt is, ſhe hath no teeth to bite.

Sp. Item, ſhe will often prieſe her liquor.

La. If her liquor be good, the ſhall: if ſhe will not,
I will; for good things ſhould be prais'd.

Sp. Item, ſhe is too liberal.

La. Of her tongue ſhe cannot; for that's wit down, ſhe
is flow of: of her purſue ſhe ſhall not; for that I'le keep ſhu:
Now of another thing ſhe may, and that cannot I help:
Well, proceed.

Sp. Item, ſhe hath more hairs than wit, and more faultes
than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

La. Stop there: I'le have her: ſhe was mine, and not
mine twice or thrice in that Article: Rehearſe that once
more.

Sp. Item, ſhe hath more hair than wit.

La. More hair than wit: it may be I'le prove it: the
cover of the ſalt, hides the ſalt; and therefore it is more
than the ſalt; the hair that covers the wit, is more
than the wit: for the greater hides the leſ: What's
next?

Sp. And more faults than hairs.

La. That's monſtrous: Oh that that were out,

Sp. And more wealth than faults.

La. Why that word makes the faults gracious :

Well: I'le have her: and if it be a match, as nothing is
impoffible.

Sp. What then?

La. Why then will I tell thee, that thy Maſter ſtaſes for

thee at the *North* gate.

Sp. For me?

La. For thee? I: who art thou? he hath ſtaid for a better man than thee.

Sp. And muſt I go to him ?

La. Thou muſt run to him: for thou haſt ſtaid ſo long,
that going will ſearce ſerve the turn.

Sp. Why did'it not tell me ſooner? 'pox on your Love-
Letters.

La. Now will he swing'd for reading my Letter :

An unmannerly flave, that will thrut himſelf into ſeereſ:
I'le after to rejoice in the boy's correction.
Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Duke, Thurio, Protheus.

Du. Sir *Thurio*, fear not, but that ſhe will love you
Now *Valentine* is banifh'd from her fight.

Th. Since his Exile ſhe hath diſpisd me moſt,
Forworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Du. This weak impreſs of Love, is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hours heat
Diffolves to water, and doth loſe his form:
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthleſs *Valentine* ſhall be forſot:
How now, Sir *Protheus*, is your Countrey man
(A according to our Proclamation) gone?

Pro. Gone, my good Lord.

Du. My Daughter takes his going heavily.

Pro. A little time (my Lord) will kill that grief.

Du. So I believe: but *Thurio* thinks not so:

Protheus: The good conceit I hold of thee
(For thou haſt ſhown ſome ſign of good defert),
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace,
Let me not live to look upon your Grace.

Du. Thou know't how willingly I would effect
The match between fir *Thurio* and my Daughter ?

Pro. I do my Lord.

Du. And alſo I do think thou art not ignorant
How the oppoſes her againſt my will?

Pro. She did, my Lord, when *Valentine* was here,

Du. I, and perſeverſe the perſeveres ſo :

What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of *Valentine*, and love fir *Thurio*?

Pro. The beſt way is to ſlander *Valentine*

With falſhood, cowardife, and poor deſcent:

Three things that women highly hold in hate.

Du. I, but ſhe'll think that it is ſpoken in hate.

Pro. I, if his enemy deliver it:

Therefore it muſt with circumſtance be ſpoken
By one whom the eſteems as his friend.

Du. Then you muſt undertake to ſlander him.

Pro. And that (my Lord) I ſhall be loath to do :

'Tis an ill office for a Gentleman,
Eſpecially againſt his very friend.

Du. Where your good word cannot advantage him,
Your ſlander never can endamage him;

Therefore the office is indifferent,

Being intreated to it by your friend.

Pro. You have prevail'd (my Lord): if I can do it
By ought that I can ſpeak in his diſpraſe,
She ſhall not long continue love to him:
But ſay, this weed her love from *Valentine*,
It follows not that ſhe will love fir *Thurio*.

Th. Therefore as you unwind her love from him,
Left it ſhould ravel, and be good to none,

You muſt provide to bottom it on me :

Which muſt be done by prieſing me as much

As you in worth diſpraſe fir *Valentine*.

Du. And *Protheus*, we dare truſt you in this kind,
Because we know (on *Valentine's* Report)

You are already Love's firm votary,

And cannot ſoon revolt and change your mind :

Upon this Warrant ſhall you have acceſſs,

Where you with *Silvia* may confer at large:

For ſhe is lumpiſh, heavy, melancholſy,

And (for your friend's ſake) will be glad of you;

Where you may temper her, by your perſwafion,

To hate young *Valentine*, and love my friend.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:

But you, fir *Thurio*, are not ſharp enough:

You muſt lay Lime, to tangle her deſires

By waſful Sonnets, whole compoſed Rimes

Should be full fraught with ſerviceable Vows.

Du. I, much is the force of Heaven-bred Poefie.

Pro. Say, that upon the Altar of her Beauty

You facrifice your tears, your ſighs, your heart:

Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears

Moſt it again, and frame ſome feeling line

That May diſcover ſuch integrity :

For

["The two Gentlemen of Verona.", "29", "For *Orpheus* Lute was ifrung with Poets finews,\nWhose golden touch could soften steel and fones;\nMake Tygers tame, and huge *Leviathans*\nForfake unfounded deeps, and dance on fands:\nAfter your dire-lamenting Elegies,\nVifit by night your Ladies Chamber window\nWith fome sweete confort: To their Instruments\nTune a deploring dump: the nights dead filence\nWill well become this fuch sweet complaining grievance:\nThis, or else nothing, will inherit her.", "*Du.* This Discipline shews thou haft been in Love.", "*Th.* And thy advice this night I put in practice:", "Therefore sweet *Protheus*, my direction-giver,\nLet us into the City prefently", "To fort fome Gentlemen well skill'd in Mufick:", "I have a Sonnet that will serve the turn", "To give the onfet to thy good advice.", "*Du.* About it Gentlemen.", "*Pro.* We'll wait upon your Grace till after flupper;", "And afterwards determine our proceedings.", "*Du.* Even now about it, I will pardon you.", "*Excunt.*", "## Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.", "*Enter Valentine, Speed, and certain Out-laws.*", "1. *Out-l.* Fellows, iftand faft: I fee a paffenger.", "2. *Out.* If there be ten, fhrink not, but down with 'em.", "3. *Out.* Stand fir, and throw us that you have about ye:\nIf not, we'l make you fir, and rifle you.", "*Sp.* Sir, we are undone; theſe are the Villains", "That all the Travellers do fear so much.", "*Val.* My Friends.", "1. *Out.* That's not fo, fir: we are your Enemies.", "2. *Out.* Peace: we'l hear him.", "3. *Out.* I by my beard will we; for he is a proper man.", "*Val.* Then know that I have little to loſe:", "A man I am, croſſ'd with adversity.", "My Riches are theſe poor habiliments;", "Of which, if you should here disfurniſh me,\nYou rake the fun'land ſubſtance that I have.", "2. *Out.* VVhither travel you?", "*Val.* To *Verona*.", "1. *Out.* VVhence came you?", "*Val.* From *Millain*.", "3. *Out.* Have you long ſojourn'd there?", "*Val.* Some fixteen months, and longer might have ſtaid,\nIf crooked Fortune had not thwarted me.", "1. *Out.* VVhat, were you baniſh'd thence?", "*Val.* I was.", "2. *Out.* For what Offence?", "*Val.* For that which now torments me to rehearſe:\nI kill'd a man, whole death I much repent ;", "But yet I flew him manfully in fight,", "VWithout falſe vantage, or bafe treachery.", "1. *Out.* VVhy ne're repent it, if it were done fo:", "But were you baniſh'd for ſo ſmall a fault?", "*Val.* I was, and held me glad of ſuch a doom.", "2. *Out.* Have you the tongues?", "*Val.* My youthful travel therein made me happy,\nOr eſſe often had been miferable.", "*Val.* By the bare ſcalp of *Robin hoed's* fat Friar,\nThis fellow were a King for our wild ſaction.", "1. *Out.* VVell have him. Sirs, a word.", "*Sp.* Maſter, be one of them:", "It's an honourable kind of thievery.", "*Val.* Peace Villain.", "2. *Ont.* Tell us this: have you any things to take to?", "*Val.* Nothing but my fortune.", "3. *Out.* Know then, that ſome of us are Gentlemen,\nSuch as the fury of ungovern'd Youth\nThrust from the company of awful men:\nMy ſelf was from *Verona* baniſhed,\nFor præſicing to ſteal away a Lady,\nAn Heir, and Neece all'd unto the Duke.", "2. *Out.* And I from *Mantua*, for a Gentleman,\nWho, in my mood, I ſtabb'd unto the heart.", "1. *Out.* And I for ſuch like petty crimes as theſe:\nBut to the purpose; for we cite our faults,\nThat they may hold excus'd our lawlet's lives;\nAnd partly feeing you are beautiſt'd\nWith goodly ſhape; and by your own report,\nA Linguift, and a man of ſuch perfection\nAs we do in our quality much want.", "2. *Out.* Indeed becauſe you are a baniſh'd man,\nThere, above the reſt, we parley to you:", "Are you content to be our General?", "To make a Vertue of Neeſcility,", "And live as we do in the Wildernſes?", "3. *Out.* What fail't thou ? wilt thou be of our confort ?\nSay, I, and be the Captain of us all:", "We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,\nLove thee as our Commander and our King.", "1. *Out.* But if thou ſcorn our courtesie, thou dieſt.", "2. *Out.* Thou fhalt not live to brag what we have offer'd", "*Val.* I take your offer, and will live with you,\nProvided that you do no out-rages", "On filly Women, or poor paffengers.", "3. *Out.* No, we dereſt you ſuch vile bafe præſiſes:", "Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our Crews,", "And ſhew thee all the treaſure we have got;", "Which with our ſelves, all reſt at thy diſpoſe.", "*Excunt.*", "## Scena Secunda.", "*Enter Protheus, Thurio, Julia, Hoft, Mufician, Silvia.*", "*Pro.* Already have I been falſe to *Valentine*,", "And now I muſt be as unjuſt to *Thurio*,", "Under the colour of commending him,", "I have acceſſ my own love to prefer:", "But *Silvia* is too fair, too true, too holy,", "To be corrupted with my worthleſſ gifts:", "When I proteſt true loyalty to her,", "She twits me with my falſhood to my friend:", "When to her beauty I commend my Vows,", "She bids me think how I have been forſworn", "In breaking Faith with *Julia*, whom I lov'd:", "And notwithstanding all her ſudden quips,", "The leaſt whereof would quell a Lover's hope,", "Yet (Spaniel-like) the more the ſpurns my love,", "The more it grows, fawneth on her fill:", "But here comes *Thurio*: now muſt we to her Window,", "And give ſome Evening Mufick to her Ear.", "*Thu.* How now, Sir *Protheus*, are you crept before us?", "*Pro.* I, gentle *Thurio*: for you know that Love", "VVill creep in ſervice where it cannot go.", "*Thu.* I, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.", "*Pro.* Sir, but I do; or eſſe I would be hence.", "*Thu.* VVhom, *Silvia*?", "*Pro.* I, *Silvia*, for your ſake.", "*Thu.* I thank you for your own: Now Gentlemen", "Let's turn, and to it lullily a while.", "*Ho.* Now my young guelt; methinks you'r allycholly:\nI pray what is it?", "*Ju.* Marry (mine *Hoft*) becauſe I cannot be merry.", "*Ho.* Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where\nyou ſhall hear Mufick, and fee the Gentleman that you\nask'd for.", "C 3", "ju.", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", "", {"bbox": [0, 1622, 30, 1688], "

["The Merchant of Venice.", "149", "I hate him, for he is a Chriftian:", "But more for that in low simplicity", "He lends out money gratis, and brings down", "The rate of ufance here with us in Venice.", "If I can catch him once upon the hip,", "I will feed fat the antient grudging I bear him.", "He hates our facred Nation, and he rails", "Even there where Merchants moft do Congregate", "On me, my bargains, and my well-worn thrift,", "Which he calls intereſt: Curſed be my Tribe", "If I forgive him.", "Baff. Shylock, do you hear?", "Shy. I am debating of my prefent ſtore,", "And by the near guests of my memory", "I cannot infantly raile up the groſs", "Of full three thoufand Ducats: what of that?", "Tuball, a wealthy Hebrew of my Tribe", "Will furniſh me: but ſoſt, how many Months", "Do you defire ? Reſt you fair good Signior,", "Your worſhip was the laſt man in our mouths.", "Anth. Shylock, albeit I neither lend nor borrow", "By taking, nor by giving of Exeſſs,", "Yet to fupply the ripe wants of my friend,", "I'le break a cuitom : is he yet poſſed?", "How much he would ?", "Shy. 1, I, three thoufand Ducats.", "Anth. And for three months.", "Shy. I had forgot, three months you told me to.", "Well then, your bond: but let me fee, but hear you,", "Me thoughts you faid, you neither lend nor borrow", "Upon advantage.", "Anth. I do never uſe it", "Shy. When Jacob graz'd his Uncle Laban's ſheep,", "This Jacob from our holy Abraham was", "( As his wife Mother wrought in his behalf )", "The third poſſeffer, 1, he was the third.", "Anth. And what of him, did he take int ereſt ?", "Shy. No, not take intereſt, not as you would ſay", "Direetly intereſt, mark what Jacob did,", "When Laban and himself were compriz'm'd", "That all the euelings which were freak'd and pied", "Should fall as Jacobs hire, the Ewes being rank,", "In end of Autumn turned to the Rams,", "And when the work of generation was,", "Between theſe woolly breeders in the Aſt", "The skilful ſhepheard pil'd me certain wands,", "And in the doing of the deed of kind,", "He fluck them up before the ſulfome Ewes,", "Who then conceiving, did in yeaning time", "Fall party-colour'd Lambs, and thofe were Jacobs.", "This was a way to thrive, and he was bleſſt :", "And thrift is bleſſing if, men ſteal it not.", "Anth. This was a venture ſir, that Jacob lerv'd for,", "A thing not in his power to bring to paſſ,", "But ſway'd and ſashion'd by the hand of heaven,", "Was this inferted to make intereſt good ?", "Or is your gold and filver Ewes and Rams ?", "Shy. I cannot tell, make it breed as ſaſſ,", "But note my Signior.", "Anth. Mark you this Baffanio,", "The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpofe.", "An evil foul producing holy winſens,", "Is like a villain with a ſimling cheek,", "A goodly apple rotten at the heart.", "O what a goodly outside falſehood hath.", "Shy. Three thouſand Ducats, 'tis a good round ſum.", "Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate.", "Anth. Well Shylock, shall we be beholding to you ?", "Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft", "In the Rialto you have rated me", "About my moneys and my ufances :", "Still have I born it with a patient ſhug", "( For ſufferance is the badg of all our Tribe ) :", "You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,", "And ſpit upon my Jewish gaberdine,", "And all for uſe of that which is mine own.", "Well then, it now appears you need my help :", "Go to then, you come to me, and you ſay,", "Shylock, we would have moneys, you ſay to :", "You that did void your rheume upon my beard,", "And foot me as you ſpurn a ſtranger cur", "Over your threſhold, moneys is your ſuit.", "What ſhould I ſay to you ? Should I not ſay,", "Hath a dog money ? is it poſſible", "A cur ſhould lend three thouſand Ducats ? or", "Shall I bend low, and in a bondmans key", "With bated breath, and whilpring humbleneſſs,", "Say this: Fair fir, you ſpet on me on Wednesday laſt;", "You ſpurn'd me ſuch a day ; another time", "You call'd me dog : and for these curteſies", "I'le lend you thus much moneys.", "Anth. I am as like to call thee ſo again,", "To ſpet on thee again, to ſpurn thee too.", "If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not", "As to thy friend, for when did friendſhip take", "A breed of barren metal of his friend ?", "But lend it rather to thine enemy,", "Who if he break, thou maſſ with better face", "Exaſt the penalties.", "Shy. Why look you how you ſtorm,", "I would be friends with you, and have your love,", "Forget the ſhames that you have ſlain'd me with,", "Supply your preſent wants, and take no doſt", "Of ufance for my moneys, and you'l not hear me ;", "This is kind I offer,", "Baff. This were kindneſſs.", "Shy. This kindneſſ will I ſhow ;", "Go with me to a Notary, ſeal me there", "Your ſingle bond, and in a merry ſport", "If you repay me not on ſuch a day,", "In ſuch a place, ſuch ſum or ſums as are", "Expreſt in the condition, let the forfeit", "Be nominated for an equal pound", "Of your fair ſleſh, to be cut off and taken", "In what part of your body it pleafeth me.", "Anth. Content in faith, I'le ſeal to ſuch a bond,", "And ſay there is much kindneſſ in the ſew.", "Baff. You ſhall not ſeal to ſuch a bond for me,", "I'lerather dwell in my neceſſity.", "Anth. Why fear not man, I will not forfeit it;", "Within theſe two months, that's a month before", "This bond expires, I do expeſt return", "Of thrice three times the value of this bond.", "Shy. O Father Abraham, what theſe Chriſtians are,", "Whoſe own hard dealing teaches them ſuſpect", "The thoughts of others : Pray you tell me this,", "If he ſhould break his day, what ſhould I

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Launcelet the Jews man, and I am fure Margery your wife
is my Mother.

Gob. Her name is Margery indeed, I'le be fworn if thou
be Launcelet, thou art mine own felfh and blood : Lord
worSHIP might he be, what a beard haft thou got ; thou
haft got more hair on thy Chin, than Dobbin my philhorfe,
has on his tail

Laun. It should feem then that Dobbins tail grows back-
ward. I am fure he had more hair of his tail than I have
on my face when I laft faw him.

Gob. Lord how art thou chang'd! how doft thou and thy Mafter agree? I have brought him a Prefent; how gree you now?

Laun. Well, well, but for mine own parts, as I have fet
up my reft to run away, fo I will not reft till I have run
fome ground; ray Mafter's a very Jew, give him a prefent,
give him a halter, I am famifht in his ſervice. You may
tell every finger I have with my Ribs : Father, I am glad
you are come, give me your prefent to one Mafter Baffanio.
who indeed gives rare new Liveryes; if I ſerve not him,
I will run as far as God has any ground. O rare Fortune, here
comes the man, to him Father, for I am a Jew if I ſerve the
Jew any longer.

Enter Baffanio wish a follower or two.

Baff. You may do so, but let it be so hafted, that ſup-
per be ready at the beaſt by five of the Clock : fee theſe
Letters delivered, put the Liveryes to making, and fee dire
Gratiano to come anon to my Lodging.

Laun. To him Father.

Gob. God bleſs your worſhip.

Baff. Gramercy, you would thou ought with me ?

Gob. Here's my fon Sir, a poor boy.

Laun. Not a poor boy Sir, but the Rich Jews man that
would Sir, as my Father ſhall ſpecify.

Gob. He hath a great infection ſir, as one would ſay to
serve.

Laun. Indeed the ſhort and the long is, I ſerve the Jew,
and have a deſire as my Father ſhall ſpecify.

Gob. His Maſter and he (laving your worſhips reverenc)
are ſearce catercoſins.

Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew
having done me wrong, doth cauſe me as my, Father being
I hope an old man ſhall fruitify unto you.

Gob. I have here a diſh of Doves that I would beſtow
upon your worſhip, and my ſuit is.

Laun. In very brief, the ſuit is impertinent to my ſelf,
as your worſhip ſhall know by this honeſt old man ;
and though I ſay it, though old man, yet poor man my
Father.

Baff. One ſpeak for both, what would you ?

Laun. Serve you fir.

Gob. This is the very deſect of the matter ſir.

Baff. I know thee well, thou haſt obtain'd thy ſuit,
Shylock, thy Maſter ſpoke with me this day,
And hath prefer'd thee, if it be preferment,
To leave a rich Jews ſervice, to become
the follower of so poor a Gentleman.

Clo. The old proverb is very well parted between my
Maſter Shylock and you ſir, you have the grace of God ſir,
and he hath enough.

Baff. Thou ſpeak'd it well ; go Father with thy ſon,
Take leave of thy old Maſter, and enquire
My Lodging out; give him a livery,
More gar'd than his ſollows: ſee it done.

Clo. Father in, I cannot get a ſervice, no, I have ne're
a tongue in my head well, if any man in Italy have a fairer
table which doth offer to ſwear upon a book. I ſhall have
good ſuntunes go, here's a ſimple line of life here's a ſmall
trifle of wives, alſas fifteen wives is nothing, a leaven wid-
dows and nine maids is a ſimple coming in for one man,
and then to ſcape drowning thrice, and to be in peril
of my Life with the edge of a Feather-bed, here are

ſimple ſcapes : well if Fortune be a woman, ſhe's a good
wench for this gere : Father come, I'le take my leave of
the Jew in the twinkling.

Exit Clown.

Baff. I pray thee good Leonardos, think on this,
These things being bought and orderly beſtowed,
Return in haſte, for I do ſeak to night
My beſt ſeem'd acquaintance, hie theſe, gone.

Leon. My beſt endeavours ſhall be done herein.

Exit. Leonato.

Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Where's your Maſter.

Leon. Yonder fir he walks.

Gra. Signior Baffanio.

Baff. Gratiano.

Gra. I have a ſuit to you.

Baff. You have obtain'd it.

Gra. You muſt not deny me, I muſt go with you to
Belmont.

Baff. Why then you muſt : but hear thee Gratiano,
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice,
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in ſuch eyes as ours appear not ſaults ;
But where they are not known, why there they ſhow
Something too liberal, pray thee take p.in
To allay with ſome cold drops of modellty
Thy skipping ſpirit, left through thy wild behaviour
I be milconſter'd in the place I go to,
And lofe my hopes.

Gra. Signior Baffanio, hear me,
If I do not put on a lober habit,
Talk with reſpect, and ſwear but now and then,
Nay, prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely,
Nay, more, while Grace is taying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and fig h and tay, Amen;

Uſe all the obſervance of civility,
Like one well ſuſied in a ſad oſſent

To pleafe his Grandam, never trust me more.

Baff. Well, we ſhall fee your bearing.

Gra. Nay but I bar to night, you ſhall not g'ge me
By what we do to night.

Baff. No that were pity.
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldeſt ſuit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpofe merriment : but fare you well,
I have ſome buſineſs

Gra. And I muſt to Lorenzo and the reſt:
But we will viſit you at fupp-r-time.

Exeunt.

Enter J.ſſica and the Clown.

Jes. I am forry thou wilt leave my Father for,
Our house is hell, and thou a Devil
Did it rob it of ſome taſt of tediuſneſſs ;
But fare thee well, there is a Ducat for thee,
And Lancelet, ſoon at ſupper ſhalt thou ſee
Lorenzo, who is the Maſters guſt,
Give him this Letter, do it ſecretly,
And ſo farewel : I would not have my Father
See me talk with thee.

Clo. Adieu, tears exhibit my tongue, moſt beautiful
Pagan, moſt tweet Jew, if a Chriſtian did not play th
knave and get thee, I am much deceived ; but adieu, theſt
foolſih drops do ſomewhat drown my manly ſpirit :
adieu.

Exit.

Jes. Farewell good Lancelet.
Alack, what hainous ſin is it in me,
To be afham'd to be my Father's Child,
But tho I am a Daughter to his Blood,
I am not to his manners; O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promife, I ſhall end this ſtrife,
Become a Chriſtian, and thy Loving Wife.

N 3

Enter.

["The Merchant of Venice.", "Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salerino, and Solania.", "Lo. Nay, we will flink away in fupper-time,\nDiliguent us at my lodging, and return all in an hour.", "Gra. We have not made good preparation.", "Sal. We have not spoke as yet of Torch-bearers.", "Sol. 'Tis vile unleſs it may be quaintly ordered,", "And better in my mind not undertook.", "Lor. 'Tis now but four a clock, we have two hours", "To furnish us; friend Lancelet what's the news ?", "Enter Lancelet with a Letter.", "Lan. And it shall please you to break up this, it shall\n seem to signify.", "Lo. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a fair hand,", "And whiter than the paper it writ on,", "I the fair hand that writ.", "Gra. Love-news in faith,", "La. By your leave fire", "Lor. Whether goeſt thou ?", "La. Marry to bid my old Maſter the *Jew* to fup to\nnight with my new Maſter the Chriſtian.", "Lor. Hold here, take this, tell gentle *Jessica*", "I will not fail her, I speak it privately :", "Go gentlemen, will you prepare you for this Mask to\nnight?", "I am provided of a Torch-bearer.", "Exit Clown.", "Sal. I marry, I'l be gone about it ſtraight.", "Sol. And to will I.", "Lor. Meet me and Gratiano at Gratiano's lodging", "Some hour hence.", "Sal. 'Tis good we do to.", "Exit.", "Gra. Was not that Letter from fair *Jessica* ?", "Lo. I must needs tell thee all, ſhe hath directed", "How I ſhall take her from her fathers houſe,\nWhat Gold and Jewels ſhe is furniſt with.", "What Pages ſuit the hait in readingſs ;", "If e're the *Jew* her Father come to heaven,\nIt will be for his gentle daughters ſake ;", "And never dare misfortune croſs her foot,", "Unleſs ſhe do it under this excufe,\nThat ſhe is iſſue to a faithleſs *Jew* :", "Come go with me, perſue this as thou goeſt,", "Fair *Jessica* shall be my Torch-bearer.", "Exit.", "Enter *Jew*, and his man that was the Clown.", "Jew. Well, thou ſhalt fee, thy eyes ſhall be thy judge,\nThe difference of old *Shylocke* and *Baffanio* ;", "What *Jessica*, thou ſhalt not gurmandize.", "As thou haſt done with me ; what *Jessica*?", "And ſleep, and ſnore, rend apparel out.", "Why *Jessica* I lay.", "Clo. Why *Jessica*.", "Shy. Who bids thee call ? I do not bid thee call.", "Clo. Your worſhip was want to tell me", "I could do nothing without bidding.", "Enter *Jessica*.", "Jef. Call you ? what is your will ?", "Shy. I am bid forth to fupper *Jessica*,", "There are my Keys: but wherefore ſhould I go ?", "I am not bid for love, they flatter me,", "But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon", "The prodigal Chriſtian. *Jessica* my girl,", "Look to my houſe, I am right loath to go,", "There is ſomeill a brewing towards my reſt,", "For I did dream of money-bags to night.", "Clo. I beſeeth you fir go, my young maſter", "Doth expeſt your reproach.", "Shy. So do I his,", "Clo. And they have confpired together, I will not ſay", "you ſhall fee a Mask, but if you do, then it was not for\nwhat that my Noſe ſell a bleeding on black Munday\nlaſt, at fix a clock ?'th' morning, falling out that year on\nAfth-wedneſday was four year in the afternoon.", "Shy. VVhat are their Masks ? hear you me *Jessica*,", "Lock up my doors, and when you hear the Drum", "And the vile ſquealing of the wry-neckt F. ſe,", "Clamber not you up to the Cafements then,", "Nor thrust your head into the publick ſtreet", "To gaze on Chriſtian fools with varnifth faces ;", "But ſtop my houſes ears, I mean my Cafements,", "Let not the found of ſhallow foppery enter", "My ſober houſe. By *Jacobs* ſtaſſ I ſwear,", "I have no mind of Feaſting forth to night :", "But I will go ; go you before me *Sirrah*.", "Say I will come.", "Clo. I will go before Sir.", "Miftrſes look out at window for all this;", "There will come a Chriſtian by,", "Will be worth a *Jew's* eye.", "Shy. What ſayes that fool of *Hagars* off-ſpring ?\nha.", "Jef. His words were fare well Miftrſs, nothing ſele.", "Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder :", "Snail-flow in profit, but ſleeps by day", "More than the wild cat, drones hive not with me,", "Therefore I part with him, and part with him", "To one that I would have him help to waſt", "His borrowed purſe. *Well *Jessica* go in,*", "Perhaps I will return immediately ;", "Do as I bid you, ſhut doors after you, ſaſt bind, ſaſt\nfind,", "A proverb never ſteal in thrifty mind.", "Exit.", "Jef. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croſt,", "I have a Father, you a Daughter loft.", "Exit.", "Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salino.", "Gra. This is the penthouse under which *Lorenzo*\nDeſired us to make a ſtand,", "Sal. His hour is almoſt paſt.", "Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,\nFor lovers ever run before the clock.", "Sal. O ten times ſaſter *Venus* Pigeons ſlye", "To real loves bounds new made, than they are want\nTo keep obliged faith unforfeited.", "Gra. That ever holds, who rifeth from a ſaſt", "With that keen Appetite that he ſits down ?", "Where is the Horſe that doth untread again", "His tedious meaſures with the unbated fire", "That he did pace them ſiſt ? all things that are,", "Are with more ſpirit chafed than enjoyn'd.", "How like a younger or a prodigal", "The skarfed bark puts from her native bay,", "Hug'd and embraced by the ſtrumpet wind ;", "How like a prodigal ſhe doth return", "With over-wother'd Ribs and ragged fails,", "Lean, rent and begger'd by the ſtrumpet wind ?", "Enter Lorenzo.", "Salino. Here comes Lorenzo, more of this hereaſt.\nter.", "Loren. Sweet friends, your patience for my long a-\nbode,", "Not I but my affairs have made you wait ;", "When you ſhall please to play the thieſes for Wives", "Ile watch as long for you then; approach ;", "Here dwells my Father *Jew*. Hoa, who's within ?", "*Jessica* above.", "Jef. Who are you ? tell me for more certainty,\nAlbeit I ſwear that I do know your tongue.", {"bbox": [802, 1368

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Lo. Lorenzo, and thy Love.

Jef. Lorenzo certain and my Love indeed,
For who Love I so much ? and now who knows
But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours ?

Lo. Heaven and thy thoughts are witnesses that thou art.

Jef. Here, catch this casket, it is worth the pains,
I am glad 'is night, you do not look on me,
For I am much afham'd of my exchange ;
But Love is blind , and Lovers cannot fee
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blуш
To fee me thus transformed to a boy.

Lor. Defend, for you muſt be my Torch-bearer.

Jef. What, muſt I hold a Candle to my ſhame ?
They in themselves goodfooth are too too light.
Why, 'tis an office of diſcovery, Love,
And I ſhould be obſeuer'd.

Lor. So you are ſweet,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy ; but come at once,
For the close night doth play the run-away,
And we are ſtaid for Baffanio's Feaſt.

Jef. I will make aſſt the doors, and gild my ſelf
With home more Ducats, and be with you ſtraight.

Gra. Now by my Hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.

Lor. Bethrew me but I love her heartily,
For he is wife, If I can judge of her,
And fair he is, If that mine Eyes be true,
And true he is, as he hath prov'd her ſelf ;
And therefore like her ſelf, wife, fair and true,
Shall he be placed in my conſtant Soul.

Enter Jefſica.

What, art thou come ? on gentlemen, away,
Our masking mates by this time for us ſlay.

Exit.

Enter Anthonio.

Ant. Who's there?

Gra. Signior Anthonio.

Ant. Tie, tie, Gratiano, where are all the teſt ?
'Tis nine a clock, our friends all ſlay for you,
No mask to night, the wind is come about,
Baffanio prefently will go aboard,

I have lent twenty out to ſeeK for you.

Gra. I am glad on't, I defire no more delight
Than to be under Sail, and gone to night.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia with Morrocho, and both their Trains.

Pro. Go, draw aside the Curtain, and diſcover
The ſeveral Caskets to this noble Prince ;
Now make your choice.

Mor. The first of Gold, who this inſcription bears,
Who chooſeth me, ſhall gain what men defire.
The ſecond Silver, which this promife carries,
Who chooſeth me, ſhall get as much as he deferves.
This third, dull Lead, with warning all as blunt,
Who chooſeth me, muſt give and hazard all he hath.

How ſhall I know if I do chooſe the right?

Por. The one of them contains my Picture Prince,
If you chooſe that, then I am yours withall.

Mar. Some God direct my judgment, let me ſee,
I will ſurvey the inſcriptions, back again ;

What ſays this Leaden Casket ?

Who chooſeth me, muſt give and hazard all he hath.
Muſt give for what ? for Lead?

This Casket threatens men that hazard all,

Do it in hope of fair advantages :

A golden mind floops not to flows of Droſſes,
Ile then nor give nor hazard ought for Lead.

What ſays the Silver with her virgin hue ?

Who chooſeth me, who shall get as much as he deferves.

As much as he deferves, paſſe there Morrocho,

And weigh thy value with an even hand,
If thou beest rated by the eſtimation,
Thou doſt deferve enough, and yet enough
May not extend ſo far as to the Lady ;
And yet to be aſeard of my deferving,
Were but a weak dilabling of my ſelf.

As much as I deferve, why that's the Lady.

I do in birth deferve her, and in fortun es

In graces, and in qualities of Breeding ;

But more than theſe, in love I do deferve.

What if I ſtray'd no farther, but chooſe here?

Let's ſee once more this laying Grav'd in Gold.

Who chooſeth me, ſhall gain what many men defire ;

Why that's the Lady, all the world deſires her :

From the four corners of the Earth they come

To kifs the ſhrine, this mortal breathing Saint.

The Hircanian Deſerts and the vaſt Wildeſ

Of wide Arabia are as through Fares now

For Princes to come view fair Portia.

The Watery Kingdom, whoſe ambitious head

Spets in the face of heaven, is no bar

To ſtop the forrain Spirits, but they come

As O're a Brook to ſee fair Portia.

One of theſe three contains her heavenly picture.

Is't like that Lead contains her ? 'twere damnation

To think ſo bale a thought; it were too groſs

To rib her fearcloth in the obscure Grave ;

Or ſhall I think in Silver theſe immur'd

Being ten times undervalued to tri'd Gold ;

O ſinful thought, never ſo rich a Jem

Was ſet in worſe then Gold ! They have in England

A Coin that bears the figure of an Angel

Stampt in Gold, but that's inſculpt upon :

But here an Angel in a Golden Bed

Lies all within. Deliver me the Key ;

Here do I chooſe, and thrive I as I may.

Por. There take it Prince, and if my form lie there,
Then I am yours.

Mor. O hell ! what have we here, a carrion death,
Within whose empty eye there is a written ſcrowl ;

All that glifters is not gold,

Oſten have you heard that told ;

Many a man his life hath fold

But my outſide to behold :

Gilded timber do worms inſold ;

Had you been as wife as bold,

Young in limbs, in judgment old,

Your anſwer had not been inſerold,

Fare you well, your Juit is cold

Mor. Cold indeed, and labour loſt,

Then farewel heat, and welcome froſt :

Portia adieu, I have too griev'd a heart

To take a tedious leave: thus loſers part.

Exit.

Por. A gentler riddance : draw the Curtains, go ;

Let all of his compleſtion chooſe me ſo.

Exeunt.

Enter Salarino and Solanio.

Fl. Cornets.

Sal. Why man I ſaw Baffanio under fail,

With him is Gratiano gone along ;

And in their ſhip I am ſure Lorenzo is not.

Sol. The villan ſew with outries rais'd the Duke,
Who went with him to ſearch Baffanio's ſhip.

Sal. He comes too late, the ſhip was under fail ;
But there the Duke was given to underſand

That in a Gondola were feen together

Lorenzo and his amorous Jefſicas

Befides, Anthonio certified the Duke

They were not with Baffanio in his ſhip.

Sol. I never heard a paſſion fo confus'd ;
So ſtrange, outragious, and ſo variable,

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As the Dog *Few* did utter in the streets ;
My Daughter, O my Ducats, O my Daughter,
Fed with a Chriftian, O my Chriftian Ducats !
Juſtice, the Law, my Ducats, and my Daughter ;
A ſealed Bag, two ſealed Bags of Ducats,
Of double Ducats, ſtoln from me by my Daughter,
And Jewels, two rich and precious Stones,
Sroln by my Daughter, Juſtice find the Girl,
She hath the Stones upon her, and the Ducats.

Sal. Why all the Boys in Venice follow him,
Crying his Stones, his Daughter, and his Ducats.

Sol. Let good Anthonio look he keep his day,
Or he ſhall pay for this.

Sal. Marry well remembred,
I reaſon'd with a Frenchman yefterday,
Who told me, in the narrow ſeas that part,
The French and English, there miſcarried
A Vessel of our Country richly fraught :
I thought upon Anthonio when he told me,
And wight in ſilence that it were not his:

Sol. You were beſt to tell Anthonio what you hear,
Yet do not fuffently, for it may grieve him.

Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the Earth,
I ſaw Baffanio and Anthonio part,

Baffanio told him he would make some ſpeed
Of his return : he anſwered, do not ſo,
Slubber not buſineſs for my ſake Baffanio,
But ſlay the very riping of the time,

And for the *Few*'s bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of Love ;
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To Courtship, and luch fair oſtents of Love
As ſhall conveniently become you there ;
And even there his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous ſenſible
He wrung Baffanio's hand, and ſo they parted.

Sal. I think he only loves the world for him,
I pray thee let us go and find them out,
And quicken his embraced heavineſs
With ſome delight or other.

Sal. Do we ſo.

Exeunt.

Enter Neriffa and a Servitor.

Ner. Quick, quick I pray thee, draw the curtain straight,
The Prince of Arragon hath tane his oath,
And comes to his election prefently.

Enter Arragon, his Train, Portia,
Elor. Cornets.

Por. Behold there stand the caskets noble Prince,
If you chufe that wherein I am contain'd
Straight ſhall our nuptial rights be ſolemiz'd :
But if thou fail, without more ſpeech, my Lord,
You muſt be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I am enjoy'd by oath to obſerve three things;
First never to unfold to any one
Which casket 'twas I chufe ; next, if I fail
Of the right casket, never in my Life
To wooc a Maid in way of Marriage :
Laffly, if I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Immediately to leave you, and be gone.

P[er]r. To theſe injunſtions every one doth ſwear
That comes to hazard for my worthleſs ſelf.

Ar. And ſo have I addreſſt me, fortune now
To my hearts hope : Gold, Silver, and bafe Lead,
Who chufeth me, muſt give and hazard all he hath,
You ſhall look fairer ere I give or hazard.

What layes the Golden Cheſt, ha, let me fee :
Who chufeth me, ſhall gain what many men define :
What many men define, that many may be meant

By the fool multitude that chufe by ſhow,
Not learning more than the ſond eye doth teach,
Which pays not to th'interior, but like the Martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and rode of cauſality.

I will not chufe what many men define,
Because I will not jump with common ſpirits,
And rank me with the barbarious multitudes,
Why then to thee thou Silver Treasure-houſe,
Tell me once more, what title thou doſt bear ;
Who chufeth me, ſhall get as much as he deſerves :
And well ſaid too, for who ſhall go about

To Cozen Fortune, and be honourable
Without the ſtamp of merſure, let none preſume
To wear an undelivered dignity :
O that eſtates, degrees, and offices,

Were not deriv'd corruptly, and that clear honour
Were purchaſt by the merit of the wearer ;
How many then ſhould cover that ſand bare ?

How many be commanded that command ?
How much low pleaſantry would then be gleaned
From the true ſeed of honour ? And how much honour
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnifht ? Well, but to my choſe ?
Who chufeth me, ſhall get as much as he deſerves,
I will auſſume defert ; give me a key for this,
And infantly unlock my fortunes here.

Por. Too long a paſue for that which you find there,

Ar. What's here the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Prefenting me a ſchedul? I will read it :

How much unlike art thou to Portia ?
How much unlike my hopes and my deſerving?
Who chufeth me, ſhall have as much as he deſerves.
Did I deſerve no more than a ſools head ?

Is that my prize ? are my deſerts no better ?

Po. To offend and judge are diſtinct offices,
And of oppoſed natures.

Ar. What is here ?

The fire ſeven times tried this,
Seven times tried that judgment is ;
That did never chufa amſis.
Some there be that ſhadows keſes,
Such have but a ſbad w[ill]s :
There be fools alive I w[is],
Silver'd o're, and ſo was this :
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be your head :
So be gone fir, you are ſped.

Ar. Still more fool I ſhall appear
By the time I linger here.
With one ſools head I came to wooe,
But I go away with two.
Sweet adieu, I'le keep my oath,
Patiently to bear my wroath.

Por. Thus hath the candle ſing'd the moth :
O theſe deliberate fools when they do chufe,
They have the wifdom by their wit to lobe,

Ner. The ancient laying is no hereſie,
Hanging and wiving goes by deſtiny.

Por. Come draw the curtain Neriffia:

Enter Meſſenger.

Mef. Where is my Lady ?

Por. Here, what would my Lord ?

Mef. Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th'approaching of his Lord,
From whom he bringeth ſenſible regreets :
To wit (beſides commends and courteous breath )
Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not seen
So likely an Ambaſſador of love.

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A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how coolly Summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his Lord.
Por. No more I pray thee; I am half afeard
Thou wilt fay anon, he is fome kin to thee,
Thou ſpend'ft much high day wit in praiing him:
Come, come, Nerriffa, for I long to fee
Quick Cupid's Poſt, that comes ſo manerly.
Ner. Baffanio Lord, love, if thy will it be.

Exeunt.

## Actus Tertius.

### Enter Solanio and Solarino.

Sol. Now, what news on the Rialto ?

Sol. Why yet it lives; there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a
hip of rich lading wrackt on the narrow Seas; the Goodwins,
I think, they call the place, a very dangerous flat, and fa-
tal, where the carcaſſes of many a tall ship lie buried, as
they ſay, if my goſſips report be an honest woman of her
word.

Sol. I would ſhe were as lying a Goſſip in that, as ever
knapt Ginger, or made her neighbours believe ſhe wept for
the death of a third husband : but it is true, withon't any
flips of proliſex, or croſking the plain high-way of talk, that
the good Anthonio, the honest Antho. O that I had a title
good enough to keep his name company !

Sol. Come, the full ſtop.

Sol. Ha, what ſayeſt thou ? Why the end is, he hath loſſ
a ſhip.

Sol. I would it might prove the end of his loſſes.

Sol. Let me ſay Amen betimes, left the Devil croſs my
prayer; for here he comes in the likeneſs of a Jew. How
now Shylocke, what news among the Merchants?

### Enter Shylocke.

Shy. You knew, none ſo well, none ſo well as you, of my
daughters flight.

Shy. That's certain; I for my part knew the Tailor that
made the wings ſhe flew within.

Sol. And Shylocke for his own part knew the bird was
ſledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave
the Dam.

Shy. She is damn'd for it.

Shy. That's certain, if the devil may be her J udg.

Shy. My own ſleth and blood to rebel.

Sol. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at theſe years.

Shy. I ſay, my daughter is my ſleth and blood.

Sol. There is more difference between thy ſleth and hers,
than between Jet and Ivory; more between your bloods,
than there is between red wine and rhenniſh. But tell us,
do you hear whether Anthonio have had any loſſs at ſea, or
no ?

Shy. There I have another bad match, a bankrout, a pro-
digal, who dare carceſſe his head on the Rialta, a beg-
gar that was us'd to come ſo ſmug upon the Mart: let him
look to his bond; he was wont to call me Ullurer; let him
look to his bond; he was wont to lend money for a Chri-
tian curſie; let him look to his bond.

Sol. Why I am ſure if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his
ſleth: what's that good for?

Shy. To bait ſilh withal, if it will feed nothing eſſe, it
will feed my revenge; he hath diſgrac'd me, and hindred
me half a million, lauſht at my loſſes, moockt at my gains,
ſcorned my Nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my
friends, heated mine enemies; and what's the reaſon ? I am
a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, or-
gans, dimensions, ſenſes, affections, paſſions? ſed with the
fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, ſubject to the fame
difeaſes, healed by the fame means, warmed and cooled by

the fame Winter and Summer as a Chriſtian is ? If you prick
us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ?
if you poyſon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall
we not revenge ? If we are like you in the reſt, we will re-
ſemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriſtian, what is his
humility, revenge ? If a Chriſtian wrong a Jew, what
ſhould his ſufferance be by a Chriſtian example ? Why, re-
venge. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall
go hard but I will better the inſtruction.

### Enter a man from Anthonio.

Gentlemen, my Maſter Anthonio is at his houſe, and deſires
to ſpeak with you both.

Shy. We have been up and down to ſeek him.

### Enter Tuball.

Sol. Here comes another of the tribe ; a third cannot be
matcht, unless the devil himself ſell turn Jew.

Exeunt Gentlemen.

Shy. How now Tuball, what news from Geneva ? haſt
thou found my daughter ?

Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find
her.

Shy. Why there, there, there, a Diamond gone
coſt me two thouſand Ducats in Frankſord ; the curſe ne-
ver ſell upon our Nation till now, I never ſelt it till now,
two thouſand Ducats in that, and other precious, precious
Jewels: I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and
the Jewels in her ear: would ſhe were heart ſt at my foot,
and the Ducats in her Coffin: no news of them ; why
ſo? and I know not how much is ſpent in the ſearch :
why then loſſs upon loſſs, the thief gone with ſo much,
and ſo much to find the thief, and no farſisſation, no re-
venge, nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights a my thou-
ders, no ſighs but a my breathing, no tears but a my ſhed-
ding.

Tub. Yea, other men have ill luck too, Anthonio, as I heard
in Genona.

Shy. What, what, what, ill luck, ill luck ?

Tub. Hath an Argosie caſt away, coming from Tripo-
lis.

Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true ? is it true ?

Tub. I ſpoke with ſome of the Saylors that eſcaped the
wrack.

Shy. I thank thee good Tuball; good news, good news ;
ha, ha, here in Genona.

Tb. Your daughter ſpent in Genona, as I heard, one night
fourſcore Ducats.

Shy. Thou ſtickt a Dagger in me; I haſt never ſee my
gold again, fourſcore Ducats at a ſitting, fourſcore Du-
cats !

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's Creditors in
my Company to Venice, that I wear he cannot chufe but
break.

Shy. I am very glad of it; I le' the plague him, I le' texture
him; I am glad of it.

Tub. One of them ſhewed me a Ring that he had of your
Daughter for a Monky.

Shy. Out upon her, thou tortureſt me, Tuball, it was my
Turkis, I had it of Leab when I was a Batchelor; I would
not have given it for a wilderneſs of Monkies.

Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone.

Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; go, Tuball, ſee
mean Officer, be ſpeak him a fortnight before, I will have
the heart of him, if he forfeit, for were he ought of Ve-
nice, I can make what merchandize I will, go, Tuball, and
meet me at our Synagogue; go, good Tuball, at our Syn-
gogue, Tuball.

Enter

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Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and all their train.

Per. I pray you tarry, paufe a day or two
Before you hazard; for in chusing wrong
I lofe your company; therefore forbear a while,
There's something tells me (but it is not love),
I would not lofe you, and you know your self,
Hate counfels not in such a quality;
But left you should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,
I would detain you here fome month or two
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to chufe right, but then I am forfworn;
So will I never be, so may you mis me;
But if you do, you'l make me with a fin,
That I had been forfworn: Befhrew your eyes,
They have o're-look'd me, and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half
Mine own, I would fay: but firſt mine, then yours.
And fo all yours: O theſe naughty times
Puts bars between the owners and their rights.
And to tho yours, not yours (prove it ſo),
Let Fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I ſpeak too long, but 'tis to peize the time,
To itch it, and draw it out in length,
To ſlay you from election.

Baff. Let me chufe;
For as I am live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Boffanio, then confefs
What treafon there is mingled with your love.

Baff. None but that ugly treafon of miſtruſt,
Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love :
There may as well be amity and life,
'Tween ſnow and fire, as treafon and my love.

For, I, but I fear you ſpeak upon the rack,
Where men enforced do ſpeak any thing.

Baff. Promife me life, and Ple confefs the rruth.

Po. Well then, confefs and live.

Baff. Confefs and love

Had been the very ſum of my conſeſsion:
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me anſwers for deliverance:
But let me to my Fortune and the Caskets.
Por. Away then, I am lockt in one of them,
If you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerriſſa, and the reſt, ſand all aloof,
Let muſick found while he doth make his choice;
Then if he loſe, he makes a Swan-like end,
Fading in muſick. That the comparifon
May ſtand more proper, my eye ſhall be the ſtream
And watry death-bed for him: he may win,
And what is muſick then ? Then muſick is
Even as the flouriſh, when true ſubjects bow
To a new crowned Monarch: Such it is,
As are theſe dulcet ſounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And ſummon him to marriage. Now he goes
With no leſs prefence, but with much more love
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The Virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the Sea-monſter: I ſtand for ſacrifice,
The reſt aloof are the Dardanian swives;
With bleared viſages come forth to view
The iſſue of th' exploit: Go Hercules,
Live thou, I live, with much more diſmay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.

Here Muſick.

A Song the while Baffanio comments on the Caskets
to himself.

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head :

How beget, how nourished,
It is engendred in the eyes,
With gazing fed, and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies :
Let us all living Fancies knell,
I'll begin it,
Ding, dong, Bell.
All, Ding, dong, Bell.

Reply, reply.

Baff. So may the outward ſhows be leaſt themselves.
The world is ſtill deceived with ornament.
In Law what Plea ſo tainted and corrupt,
But being feaſon'd with a gracious voice,
Obſcures the ſhow of evil? In Religion,
What damned error, but ſome ſober brow
Will bleſs it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the groſſneſs with fair ornament :
There is no vice to ſimple, but affumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts;
How many cowards, whoſe hearts are all as falſe
As flairs of ſand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and ſrowning Mars?
Who inward (eareth, have livers white as milk,
And theſe affume but Valour's excrement,
To render them re-doubted. Look on beauty,
And you ſhall fee'tis purchase by the weight,
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Make them lighſteet that wear moſt of it :
So are theſe cripſed ſnaky golden locks
Which makes ſuch wanton gambols with the wind
Upon ſuppofed fairneſs, often known
To be the dowry of a ſecon'd head,
The ſculf that bred them in the Sepulcher.
Thus ornament is but the gilded ſhore
To a moſt dangerous ſea; the beauteous ſcarf
Vailing an Indian beauty: In a word,
The ſeeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wifſt. Therefore thou gaudy gold,
Hard Food for Midas, I will none of theſe,
Nor none of theſe, thou pale and common drugd
'Tween man and man; but thou, then meager lead,
Which rather threatneſt than doſt promife ought,
Thy palenſes moves me more than eloquence,
And here chufe I, joy be the conſequence.

Por. How all the other paſſions ſicet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rath embrac'd deſpair;
And ſhuddring fear, and green-ey'd jealouſe,
O love be moderate, allay thy extraſe,
In meaſure rain thy joy, ſcarſt this excejſ,
I feel too much thy bleſſing, make it leſſ,
For fear I ſurfeit.

Baff. What find I here?
Fair Portia's counterfeit. What demy-god
Hath come ſo near creation, move theſe eyes?
Or whether riding on the balls of mine
Seem they in motion ? Here are ſever'd lips
Parted with ſugar breath, ſo sweet a bar
Should ſunder ſuch ſweet friends: here in her hairs
The Painter plays the Spider, and hath woven
A golden meſh t'intrap the hearts of men
After than Gnats in Cobwebs: but her eyes,
How could he ſee to do them ? Having made one,
Methinks it ſhould have power to ſeal both his,
And leave it ſelf unſurniſt: Yet look how far
The ſubſtance of my praife doth wrong this ſhadow
In underprifing; ſo far this ſhadow
Dooth limbeh the ſubſtance. Here's the ſcrowl,
The continent, and ſummary of my Fortune.

You that chufe not by the view.
Chance as fair, and chufe as true.
Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and ſee, no new.
If you be well pleased with this,

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And hold you fortune for your blif,
Turn you where your Lady is,
And claim her with a leving kif.

A gentle scrowl; Fair Lady, by your leave,
I come by note to give, and to receive,
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in peoples eyes;
Hearing applaue and universal shout,
Giddy in spirit, it'll gazin in a doubt,
Whether thole peals of prate be his or no.
So thrice fair Lady stand I even so,
As doubtful whether what I fee be true,
Until confirm'd, fign'd, ratified by you.

Por. You fee, my Lord Baffanio, where Istand,
Such as I am; cho for my felt alone,
I would not be ambitious in my wif,
To wifh my felt much better ; yet for you,
I would be trebled twenty times my felt,
A thoufand times more fair, ten thoufand times
More rich, that to stand high in your account,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account ; but the full fum of me
Is fum of nothing ; which to term in grofs,
Is an unleffected Girl, unchool'd, unpractiz'd :
Happy is this, ſhe is not yet to old
But ſhe may learn ; happier then in this,
She is not bred to do dull but ſhe can learn ;
Happieſt of all is, that her gentle ſpirit
Commits it felt to yours to be directed,
As from her Lord, her Governour, her King.
My felt, and what is mine, to you and yours
Is now converted. But now I was the Lord
Of this fair Manſion, Maſter of my Servants,
Queen o're my felt, and even now, but now
This Houſe, theſe Servants, and this fame my felt
Are yours, my Lord, I give them with this Ring,
Which when you part from, loſe, or give away,
Let it preſage the ruin of your love,
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Baff. Madam, you have bereſt me of all words,
Only my blood ſpeaks to you in my veins,
And there is ſuch conſuption in my powers,
As after ſome oration fairly ſpoke
By a beloved Prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleated multitude,
Where every ſomething being bleſt together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, tave of joy
Expreſſ, and not expreſſ; but when this Ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence ;
O then be bold to ſay, Baffanio's dead.

Ner. My Lord and Lady, it is now our time,
That have ſtood by, and ſeen our wifhes proper,
To cry good joy, good joy, my Lord and Lady.

Gra. My Lord Baffanio, and my gentle Lady,
I wifh you all the joy that you can wifh :
For I am ſure you can wifh none from me :
And when your honors mean to ſolemnize
The bargain of your Faith, I do beſech you
Even at that time I may be married too.

Baff. With all my heart, so thou canſt get a Wife.
Cra. I thank your Lordship, you have got me one.
My eyes, my Lord, can look as twifl as yours :
You law the Miftris, I beheld the Maid :
You lov'd, I lov'd for intermiſſion.

No more pertains to me, my Lord, than you :
Your Fortune ſtood upon the casket there,
And ſo did mine too, as the matter falls :
For wooing heat, until I wreath again,
With wearing heat, till my very rough was dry
With Oaths of love, at laſt, it promife laſt,
I got a promife of this fair one here,
To have her love; provided that your Fortune
Atchiv'd her Miftris.

Por. Is this true, Nerriffia ?

Ner. Madam, it is ſo, so you ſtand pleas'd withal.

Baff. And do you, Gratiano, mean good Faith ?

Gra. Yes Faith my Lord.

Baff. Our Feaſt ſhall be much honoured in your Marri-
age.

Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thouſand
Ducants.

Ner. What, and ſtake down?

Gra. No, we ſhall ne're win at that ſport, and ſtake
down.

But who comes here ? Lorenzo and his Inſidel?

What, and my old Venetian Friend, Salerio ?

Enter Lorenzo, Jeſſica, and Salerio.

Baff. Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither.
If that the youth of my new intereſt here
Have power to bid you welcome: by your leave
I bid my very Friends and Country-men,
Sweet Portia, welcome.

Por. So do I, my Lord ; they are entirely welcome.

Lor. I thank your honour: For my part, my Lord,
My purpofe was not to have ſeen you here ;
But meeting with Salerio by the way,
He did intreat me paſſ all faying nay,
To come with him along.

Sal. I did, my Lord,
And have reaſon for it, lignior Anthonio
Commends him to you.

Baff. E're I ope this Letter
I pray you tell me how my good friend doth;
And not ſick, my Lord, unleſts it in mind ;

Nor well, unleſts in mind : his Letter there
Will ſhew you his eſtiate.

Opens the Letter.

Gra. Nerriffia, cheer yond ſtranger, bid her welcome.
Your hand, Salerio ; what's the news from Venice ?
How doth that royal Merchant, good Anthonio ?
I know he will be glad of our ſucces :
We are the ſafons, we have won the ſleece.

Sal. I would you had won the ſleece that he hath loſſ.

Por. There are ſome ſhrewd contents in yond fame Pa-
per,
That ſeals the colour from Baffanio's cheek :
Some dear ſriend dead, eſſe nothing in the world
Could turn ſo much the conſtitution
Of any conſtant man. What worſe and worſe !
With leave, Baffanio, I am half your felt,
And muſt freely have the half of any thing
That this fame paper brings you.

Baff. O wright Portia !
Here are a few of the unpleaſant ſt words
That ever blotted paper. Gentle Lady,
When I did first impart my love to you,
I freely told you, all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins. I was a Gentleman,
And then I told you true ; and yet dear Lady,
Rating my felt at nothing, you ſhall fee
How much I was a beggar, when I told you
My ſtate was nothing, I ſhould then have told you,
That I was worſe than nothing: For indeed
I have engag'd my felt to a dear Friend ;
Engag'd my friend to his meer Enemy,
To feed my means. Here is a Letter, Lady :
The paper as the body of my Friend,
And every word in it a gaping wound,
Iſſuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio ?
Hath all his ventures faild ! what, not one hit !
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not one Vessel ſcape the dreadful touch

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*Sal.* Not one, my Lord.

Befides, it should appear, that if he had
The prefent money to discharge the *Jew*,
He would not take it: Never did I know
A creature that did beat the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man.
He plies the Duke at morning and at night,
And doth impeach the Freedom of the State,
If they deny him Juitice. Twenty Merchants,
The Duke himself; and the Magnificoes
Of greatest port have all perfwaded with him,
But none can drive him from the envious plea
Of Forfeiture of Juitice, and his Bond.

*Jef.* When I was with him, I have heard him fwear,
To *Tuball* and to *Chus*, his Countrymen,
That he would rather have *Anthony's* ffeith
Than twenty times the value of the fum
That he did owe him : and I know, my Lord,
If law, authority, and power deny not
It will go hard with poor *Anthony*.

*Por.* Is it your dear Friend that is thus in trouble?

*Baf.* The deareft Friend to me, the kindeft man,
The beſt condition'd, and unwearied ſpirit,
In doing courteies: and one in whom
The ancient *Roman* honour more appears
Than any that draws breath in *Italy*.

*Por.* What fum owes he the *Jew*?

*Baf.* For me three thouland Ducats.

*Por.* What, no more ?
Pay him fix thouland, and deface the bond :
Double fix thouland, and then treble that,
Before a Friend of this deſcription
Shall loſe a hair through my *Baffanio's* Fauſt.
Firſt go with me to Church, and call me Wifſe,
And then away to *Venice* to your Friend :
For never ſhall you lie by *Portia's* ſide
With an unquiet ſoul. You ſhall have gold
To pay the petty debt twenty times over.
When it is paid, bring your true Friend along :
My Maid *Nerriffa*, and my ſelf mean time,
Will live as Maids and Widows: Come away ;
For you ſhall hence upon your *Wedding-day*:
Bid your Friends welcome ; ſhow a merry cheer :
Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.
But let me hear the Letter of your Friend.

*Sweet Baffanio, my Ships have all miſcarried, my Credi-
tors grow cruel, my Eſtate is very low, my Bond to the Jew is
ſ forfeit : and ſince in paying it it is imſoffible I ſhould live, all
debts are cleared between you and I, if I might ſee you at my
death: Notwithſtanding uſe your pleafure: if your love do not
perſwade you to come, let not my Letter.*

*Por.* O love ! difpatch all buſineſs, and be gone.

*Baf.* Since I have your good leave to go away,
I will make haſte ; but till I come again,
No bed ſhall e're be guilty of my ſlay.
Nor reſt be interpoſer *twixt us* twain.

*Exeunt.*

*Enter the Jew. and Salanio, and Anthonio, and the
Jaylor.*

*Jew.* Jaylor, look to him : tell not me of mercy.
This is the Fool that lends out money gratis.
Jaylor, look to him.

*Ant.* Hear me yet good *Shylocke*.

*Jew.* Ile have my bond: ſpeak not againſt my bond :
I have ſworn an Oath that I will have my bond.
Thou callſt me dog before thou had'ſt a caufe ;
But ſince I am a dog, beware my phangs.
The Duke ſhall grant me Juitice. I do wonder,
Thou naughty Jaylor, that thou art ſo fond
To come abroad with him at his requeſt.

*Ant.* I pray thee hear me ſpeak.

*Jew.* Ile have my bond: I will not hear thee ſpeak :
Ile have my bond ; and therefore ſpeak no more.

Ile not be made a loft and dull-ey'd Fool,
To ſhake the head, ſenſor, and ſigh, and yield
To Chriſtian interſtors. Follow not :

I'le have no ſpeaking ; I will have my bond.

*Sol.* It is the moſt impenetrable cur
That ever kept with men.

*Exeunt.*

*Ant.* Let him alone ;
Ile follow him no more with bootleſs prayers.
He ſeeks my life; his reaſon well I know ;
I oft deliver'd from his Forfeitures
Many that have at times made moan to me ;
Therefore he hates me.

*Sal.* I am ſure the Duke will never grant this Forſeiture
to hold.

*Ant.* The Duke cannot deny the courſe of law;
For the commodity that ſtrangers have
With us in *Venice*, if it be denied,
Will much impeach the Juitice of the State,
Since that the trade and profit of the City
Conſiſſeth of all Nations. Thereforr go,
Theſe griefs and loſſes have ſo bated me,
That I ſhall hardly ſpare a pound of ſſeth
To morrow to my bloody Creditor.

Well, Jaylor, on ; pray God *Baffanio* come
To ſee me pay his debt, and then I care not.

*Exeunt.*

*Enter Portia, Nerriffa, Lorenzo, Jeſſica, a man of
Portia's.*

*Lor.* Madam, although I ſpeak it in your prefence,
You have a noble and a true conceit
Of god-like amity, which appears moſt ſtrongly
In bearing thus the abſence of your Lord.
But if you knew to whom you ſhew this honour,
How true a Gentleman you ſend relief,
How dear a lover of my Lord, your husband,
I know you would be prouder of the work
Than cuſtomatic bounty can enſorce you.

*Por.* I never did repent for doing good,
Nor ſhall not now : for in companions
That do converſe and waſe the time together,
Whole ſouls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There muſt be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners and of ſpirit.
Which makes me think that this *Anthony*,
Being the boſom-lover of my Lord,
Muſt needs be like my Lord. If it be so,
How little is the coſt I have beſtowed
In purcrafing the ſemblance of my ſoul,
From out the ſtate of helliſh cruelty.
This comes too near the praiing of my ſelf;
Therefore no more of it : here other things,
*Lorenzo*, I commit into your hands
The husbandry and manage of my ſhouse,
Until my Lord's return : For mine own part,
I have toward heaven breath'd a ſecret vow,
To live in prayer and contemplation,
Only attended by *Nerriffa* here,
Until her husband and my Lord's return.
There is a Monaſtery two miles off
And there we will abide. I do defire you
Not to deny this impoſition,
The which my love and ſome neceſſity
Now lays upon you.

*Lor.* Madam, with all my heart,
I ſhall obey you in all fair commands.

*Por.* My people do already know my mind,
And will acknowledg you and *Jefſica*.
In place of Lord *Baffanio* and my ſelf.
So fare you well till we ſhall meet again.

*Lor.* Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

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Jef. I wish with your Ladyship all hearts content.

Por. I thank you for your will, and am well pleased
To wish it back on you: Fare you well Jefifica.
Exeunt.

Now Balthazar, as I have ever found thee honest true,
So let me find thee still : take this fame Letter,
And use thou all the endeavour of a man ;
In speed to Mantua, fee thou render this
Into my Coufin's hand, Dottor Bellario,
And look what notes and garments he doth give thee,
Bring them I pray thee with imagin'd speed

Unto the Traneſt, to the common Ferry
Which trades to Venice : waſte no time in words,
But get thee gone ; I ſhall be there before thee.

Bil. Madam, I go with all convenient ſpeed.

Por. Come on Nerrifſa, I have work in hand
That you yet know not of: we'll fee our husbands
Before they think of us?

Ner. Shall they fee us?

Por. They ſhall, Nerrifſa; but in ſuch a habit,
That they ſhall think we are accomplished

With that we lack. I'le hold thee any wager
When we are both accoutred like young men,
I'le prove the prettiest fellow of the two,
And wear my Dagger with the braver grace,
And speak between the change of man and boy,
With a reed voice ; and turn two mincing ſteps
Into a manly ſtride, and ſpeak of Frays,
Like a fine bragging youth ; and tell quaint lies,
How honourable Ladies fought my Love,
Which I denying, they fell ſick and died.

I could not do withal : then I'le repent,
And with for all that, that I had not kill'd them :

And twenty of theſe puny lies I'le tell,
That men ſhall ſwear I have discontinued ſchool
Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind
A thousand raw tricks of theſe bragging Jacks,
Which I will practice.

Ner. Why, shall we turn to men ?

Por. Fie, what a question's that,
If thou wert near a leud interpreter ?

But come, I'le tell thee all my whole device

When I am in my Coach, which ſtays for us

At the Park Gate ; and therefore haſte away ;
For we must meaſure twenty miles to day.

Exeunt.

Enter Clown and Jefſica.

Clown. Yes truly: For look you, the fins of the Father
are to be laid upon the children; therefore I promise you, I
fear you. I was always plain with you; and now I ſpeak
my agitation of the matter: therefore be of good cheer ;
for truly I think you are damn'd: there is but one hope in
it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of baſ-
ſtard-hope neither.

Jef. And what hope is that I pray thee?

Clow. Marry you may partly hope that your Mother got
you not, that you are not the Jef's Daughter.

Jef. That were a kind of baſtard-hope indeed: to the fins of my Morher ſhould be visited upon me.

Clow. Truly then I fear you are damned both by Father and Mother: thus when I Chun Sylla, your Father, I fall into Charibdis, your Mother: Well, you are gone both ways.

Jef. I flail be ſaved by my husband ; he hath made me a Chriſtian.

Clow. Truly the more to blame he ; we were Chriſtians
enow before, e'ne as many as could well live one by another:
this making of Chriſtians will raiſt the price of Hogs, if we
grow all to be Pork-eaters, we flail nor ſhorely have a rafh-
er on the coals for money.

Enter Lorenzo.

Jef. I'le tell my Husband, Lancelet, what you ſay :

here he comes.

Lor. I flail grow jealous of you ſhortly, Launcelet, if
you thus get my Wife into corners.

Jef. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Lancelet and
I are out ; he tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in
Heaven, becauſe I am a Jef's daughter ; and he ſays,
you are no good member of the Commonwealth ; for in
converting Jef's to Chriſtians, you raſe the price of
Pork.

Lor. I ſhall anſwer that better to the Commonwealth
than you can the getting up of the Negro's belly: the Moor
is with child by you, Lancelet.

Clow. It is much that the Moor ſhould be more than rea-
fon: but if he be leſs than an honest woman, he is indeed
more than I took her for.

Lor. How every Fool can play upon the word ! I think
the beſt grace of wit will ſhortly turn into ſilence, and diſ-
courſe grow commendable in none only but Parrats. Goin,
firrah, bid them prepare for dinner.

Clow. That is done, fir ; they have all ſtomacks.

Lor. Goodly Lord, what a wit-inapper are you ! then bid
them prepare dinner.

Clow. That is done too, fir, only cover is the word.

Lor. Will you cover then fir ?

Clow. Not ſo fir, neither ; I know my duty.

Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occaſion ! wilt thou ſhew
the whole wealth of thy wit in an inſtant ? I pray thee un-
derland a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy ſellors ;
bid them cover the table, ſerve in the meat, and we will
come in to dinner.

Clow. For the table fir, it ſhall be ſerved in; for the meat
fir, it ſhall be covered; for your coming in to dinner fir,
why let it be as humors and conceits ſhall govern.

Exit Clown.

Lor. O dear diſcretion, how his words are ſuited !

The Fool hat plantèd in his memory
An Army of good words; and I do know
A many Fools that ſtand in better place,
Garniſht like him, that for a trickſome word
Deſe the matter: how cheer'ſt thou Jefſica ?
And now good weſt, ſay thy opinion,
How doſt thou like the Lord Baffanio's wife ?

Jef. Paſt all expeſsing: it is very meet
The Lord Baffanio live an upright life
For having ſuch a bleſſing in his Lady :
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth :
And if on earth he do not mean it, it
Is reaſon he should never come to heaven.

Why, if two gods ſhould play ſome heavenly match,
And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be ſomething eſſe
Pawn'd with the other ; for the poor rude world
Hath not her Fellow.

Lor. Even ſuch a husband

Haſt thou of me, as ſhe is for a wife.

Jef. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that,

Lor. I will anon: firſt let us go to dinner.

Jef. Nay, let me praſe you while I have a ſtomack.

Lor. No, ſay thee, let it ſerve for table-talk ;
Then how ſome're thou ſpeak'ſt 'mongſt other things,
I ſhall digeſt it.

Jef. Well, I'le ſet you forth.

Exeunt.

Actus Quartus.

Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes, Anthonio, Baffanio, and
Gratiano.

Duk. What, is Anthonio here ?

Ant. Ready, so pleaſe your Grace.

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Duk. I am forry for thee: thou art come to anwer
A ftony adverfary, an inhumine wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

Ant. I have heard

Your Grace hath ta'te great pains to qualifie
His rigorous courfe: but firce he flands obdurate,
And that no lawful means can carry me
Out of his envies reach, I do oppofe
My Patience to his Fury, and am arm'd
Touffer with a quietneſs of ſpirit
The very tyranny and rage of his.

Du. Go one and call the *Jew* into the Court.

Sal. He is ready at the door : he comes, my Lord.

Enter Shylocke.

Duk. Make room, and let him stand before our Face.
Shylocke, the World thinks, and I think to too,
That thou but lead't this Fash ion of thy Malice
To the laft hour of act, and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt thew thy Mercy and Remorſe more ſtrange
Than is thy ſtrange apparent cruelty,
And where thou now exaſt the penalty,
Which is a pound of this poor Merchant's ſleſh,
Thou wilt not only loſe the Forfeiture,
But touch'd with humane gentlenefs and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal,
Glancing an eye of pity on his loſſes
That have of late huded on his back,
Enow to preſ a royal Merchant down,
And pluck commification of his ſtate
From braſſe boſoms, and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn *Turks*, and *Tartars* never train'd
To offices of tender courteſie.
We all expeſt a gentle anſwer, *Jew*.

*Jew.* I have poſſed your Grace of what I purpose,
And by our holy *Sabbath* have I ſworn
To have the Due and Forfeit of my bond.
If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your Charter, and your Cities Freedom.
You'l ask me w hy I rather chufe to have
A weight of carrion ſleſh, than to receive
Three thouſand Ducats ? I'le not anſwer that.
But ſay it is my humour, is it anſwered ?
What if my houſe be troubled with a Rat,
And I be plea'd to give ten thouſand Ducats
To have it bain'd ? What, are you anſwer'd yet ?
Some men there are love not a gaping pig:
Some that are mad, if they behold a Cat:
And others, when the Big-pipe ſings i' th' noſe,
Cannot contain their Urine for effection.
Maſters of paffion ſwaysit to the mood
Of what it likes or loaths. Now for your anſwer.
As there is no firm reaſon to be redred
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig,
Why he a harmleſs neceſſary cat,
Why he a wol' en bag-pipe, but of force
Muſt yield to ſuch inevitable ſhame,
As to offend himſelf, being offendeſd ;
So can I give no reaſon, nor I will not,
More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing
I bear *Anthoni*, that I follow thus
A loſing ſuit againſt him. Are you anſwered ?

Ant. I pray you think you question with a *Jew*.
You may as well go stand upon the beach,

And bid the main flood be at his ufual height,
Or even as well uſe question with the Wolf,
The Ewe bleat for the Lamb: When you behold,
You may as well forbid the Mountain Pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noife
When they are fretted with the guſts of heaven.
You may as well do any thing moſt hard,
As feek to soften that, than what that harder,
His *Jewiſh* heart? Therefore I do beſeech you
Make no more offers, uſe no farther means,
But with all brief and plain convenience
Let me have judgment, and the *Jew* his will.

Baf. For thy three thouſand Ducats here is fix.

*Jew.* If every Ducat in fix thouſand Ducats

Were in fix parts, and every part a Ducat,

I would not draw them. I would have my bond.

Duk. How ſhalt thou hope for mercy, rendring none?

*Jew.* What judgment ſhall I dread, doing no wrong?

You have among you many a purchas'd ſlave,
Which like your Aſſes, and your Dogs and Mules,
You uſe in abjeſt and in flaviſh part,
Becaufe you bought them. Shall I ſay to you,
Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ?
Why I weaſt they under burthens ? Let their beds
Be made as loſt as yours, and let their pailats
Be ſeafon'd with ſuch Viands: you will anſwer,
The flaves are ours. So do I anſwer you.
The pound of ſleſh which I demand of him,
Is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it.
If you deny me, ſie upon your Law.

There is no force in the decrees of *Venice*:

I stand for judgment; anſwer, ſhall I have it ?

Duk. Upon my power I may diſmifs this Court,

Unleſs *Bellario*, a learned Doctor,

Whom I have lent for to determine this,

Come here to day.

Sal. My Lord, here ſlays without

A Meſſenger with Letters from the Doctor,

New come from *Padua*.

Duk. Bring us the Letters, call the Meſſengers.

Baf. Good cheer *Anthonio*: What man, courage yet:
The *Jew* shall have my ſleſh, blood, bones, and all,
E're thou ſhalt loſe for me one drop of blood.

Art. I am a tainted Weather of the ſlock,
Meeteſt for death: the weakeſt kind of Fruit
Drops earliſt to the ground, to let me.

You cannot better be employ'd, *Baſſonio*,

Than to live ſtill, and write mine Epitaph.

Enter Neriffa.

Du. Came you from *Padua*, from *Bellario*?

Ner. From both.

My Lord *Bellario* greets your Grace.

Baf. Why doſt thou whet thy knife ſo earneſtly ?

*Jew.* To cut the Forſeiture from that bankrout there.

Gra. Not on thy foals, but on thy foul, harſh *Jew*,

Thou mak't thy knife keen: but no metal can,

No, not the hangman's Axe bear half the keennefs

Of thy harp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?

*Jew.* No, none that thou haſt wit enough to make,

Gra. O be thou damn'd inexorable dog,

And for thy life let Justice be accuſd.

Thou almost mak't me waver in my Faith,
To hold opinion with *Pythagoras*,

That ſouls of Animals infute themselves

Into the trunks of men. Thy currifh ſpirit

Govern'd a Woolf, who hang'd for humane ſlaughter,

Even from the Gallows did his ſell ſoul ſleer,

And whil't thou layeſt in thy unhallowed Dam,

Infus'd it ſelv'd in thee ; For thy defires

Are woolviſh, bloody, ſterv'd, and ravenous.
*Jew.* Till thou canſt rail the ſeal from off my bond,

Thou but offend't thy Lungs to ſpeak to loud.

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Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To endleſs ruine. I ſtand here for Law.

Du. This Letter from Bellario doth commend
A young and Learned Doct or in our Court.
Where is he ?

Ner. He attendeth here hard by
To know your Anſwer, whether you'l admit him ?

Du. With all my heart. Some Three or Four of you
Go give him courteous conduct to this place,
Mean time the Court shall hear Bellario's Letter.

YOUR Grace ſhall understand, that at the receit of your
Leiter, I am very ſick; but in the instant that your meſ-
ſenger came, in loving visitation, was with me a young
Doct or of Rome, his Name is Balthasar : I acquainted him
with the Cafe in controversy, between the Jew and Anthonio,
the Merchant: We turn'd ore many Books together: He is ſur-
ſnifed with my Opinion, which bettered with his own Learn-
ing, the greatneſt whereof I cannot enough commend, comes
with him at my importunity, to fill up your Graces Requeſt in
my stead. I beſech you, let his lack of years be no impedi-
ment to let him lack a reverend eſtimation: For I never knew
ſo young a body with ſo old a head. I leave him to your gra-
cious acceptance, whose trial ſhall better publish his commendation.

Enter Portia for Balthasar.

Du. You hear the Learn'd Bellario what he writes,
And here (I take it) is the Doct or come.

Give me your hand. Came you from old Bellario ?

Por. I did, my Lord.

Du. You are welcome : take your place.

Are you acquainted with the difference
That holds this prefent question in the Court ?

Por. I am informed throughly of the Cafe.

Which is the Merchant here, and which the Jew?

Du. Anthonio and old Shylocke, both ſand forth.

Por. Is your name Shylocke ?

Jew. Shylocke is my name.

Por. Of a ſtrange Nature is the ſuit you follow,
Yet in ſuch rule, that the Venetian Law

Cannot impungne you, as you do pretend.

You ſtand within his danger, do you not ?
Ant. I, ſo he ſays.

Por. Do you confefs the bond ?

Ant. I do.

Por. Then muſt the Jew be merciful.

Jew. On what compulſion muſt I ? tell me that.

Por. The quality of mercy is not brain'd,

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice bleſſ,
It bleſſeth him that gives, and him that takes.

'Tis mightieſt in the mightieſt, it b: comes
The throned Monarch better than his Crown.

His Scepter ſhews the force of temporal power,
The attribute to Awe and Majefity,

Wherein doth fit the dread and fear of Kings.
But Mercy is above this ſceptred ſway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings,
It is an Attribute to God himſelf ;

And earthly power doth then ſhew likeſt God's,
When Mercy ſeafons Juitice. Therefore Jew,
Tho Juitice be thy plea, confider this,

That in the courſe of Juitice none of us
Should fee falvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that fame prayer doth teach us all to render

The deeds of mercy. I have ſpoke thus much
To mitigate the juſtice of thy plea ;

Which it thou follow, this aſtrict courſe of Venice
Muaſt needs give ſentence againſt the Merchant there,
Shy. My deeds upon my head, I crave the Law,
The Penalty and Forfeit of my bond.

Por. Is he not able to diſcharge the money ?

Baf: Yes, here I tender it for him in the Court,
Yea, twice the ſum, if that will not ſuffic,
I will be bound to pay it ten times o're,

On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart.
If this will not ſuffice, it muſt appear

That malice bears down truth. And I beſech you
Wreſt once the Law to your Authority.
To do a great right, do a little wrong,

And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Por. It muſt not be, there is no power in Venice
Can alter a decree eſtablished.

'Twill be recorded for a Předifent,
And many an error by the fame example
Will rufh into the State. It cannot be.

Jew. A Daniel come to judgment, yea, a Daniel.

O wife young Judg, how do I honour thee ?
Por. I pray you look upon the bond.

Jew. Here 'tis, moſt reverend Doct or, here it is.

Por. Shylocke, there's thrice thy money offered thee.

Shy. An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven.

Shall Hay perjury upon my ſoul?

No, not for Venice.

Por. Why, this bond is forfeit,

And lawfully by this the Jew may claim
A pound of fleth, to be by him cut off
Neareft the Merchant's heart. Be merciful,

Take thrice thy money, bid me tear the bond.

Jew. When it is paid according to the tenure.

It doth appear you are a worthy Judg.

You know the Law, your exſpofition

Hath been moſt found. I charge you by the Law,

Whereof you are a well-defeſting pillar,
Proceed to judgment. By my ſoul I ſwear,

There is no power in the tongue of man
To alter me. I ſlay here on my bond.

An. Moſt heartily I do beſech the Court

To give the judgment.

Por. Why then thus it is:

You muſt prepare your boſom for his knife.

Jew. O noble Judg ! O excellent young man !

Por. For the intent and purpote of the Law

Hath full relation to the penalty,

Which here appeareth due upon the bond.

Jew. 'Tis very true. O wife and upright Judg,

How much more elder art thou than thy looks?

Por. Therefore lay bare thy boſom.

Jew. I, his breſt,

So ſays the bond, doth it not, noble Judg ?

Neareſt his heart, thofe are the very words.

Por. It is ſo. Are there ballance here to weigh the
fleſh ?

Jew. I have them ready.

Por. Have by ſome Surgeon, Shylocke, on your charge,

To ſtop his wounds, left he ſhould bleed to death.

Jew. It is not nominated in the bond,

Por. It is not to expreſſ; but what of that ?

'Twere good you do ſo much for charity.

Jew. I cannot find it, 'tis not in the bond.

Por. Come Merchant, have you any thing to ſay ?

Ant. But little : I am arm'd and well prepaſ'd.

Give me your hand, Baffanio: Fare you well.

Grieve not that I am fall'n to this for you :

For herein Fortune ſhews her ſelf more kind

Than is his cuſtom. It is still her uſe

To let the wretched man out-live his wealth,

To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow

An age of poverty. From which lingring penance

Of ſuch a mifery, doth the cut me off.

Commend me to your honourable Wife ;

Tell her the proceſs of Anthonio's end ;

Say how I lov'd you ; ſpeak me fair in death :

And when the tale is told, bid her be judg,

Whether Baffauto had not once a Love :

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["The Merchant of Venice.", "164", "Repent not you that you shall lose your friends,\nAnd he repents not that he pays your debt;\nFor if the Jew do cut but deep enough,\nPlease it instantly with all my heart.", "Baf. *Anthony,* I am married to a wife,\nWhich is as dear to me as life it self;\nBut life it self, my wife, and all the world,\nAre not with me efteen'd above thy life.", "I would lose all, I sacrifice them all\nHere to this devil, to deliver you.", "Por. Your wife would give you little thanks for that,\nIf she were by to hear you make the offer.", "Gra. I have a wife whom I protest I love,\nI would she were in heaven, so she could\nIntreat fome power to change this currifh *Jew*.", "Ner. 'Tis well you offer it behind her back,\nThe wifh would make eſſe an unquiet houſe.", "*Jew.* These be the Christian husbands. I have a daughter,\nWould any of the flock of *Barrabas*.", "Had been her husband, rather than a Christian.\nWe trifle time, I pray thee purſue ſentence.", "Por. A pound of that fame Merchant's fleſh is thine,\nThe Court awards it, and the Law doth give it.", "Jew. Moſt rightful Judg.\nPor. And you muſt cut this fleſh from off his breast,\nThe Law allows it, and the Court awards it.", "*Jew.* Moſt learned Judg, a ſentence, come, prepare.", "Por. Tarry a little, there is lomething eſſe.", "This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood,", "The words expreſſely are a pound of fleſh.", "Then take thy bond, take then thy pound of fleſh;\nBut in the cutting it, if thou doſt ſhed", "One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods\nAre by the Laws of *Venice* confiſcate", "Unto the State of *Venice*.", "Gra. O upright Judg;", "Mark *Jew*, O learned Judg.", "Shy. Is that the Law ?", "Por. Thy ſelf ſhalt fee the Aſt:", "For as thou urgetſ Justice, be aſſur'd", "Thou ſhalt have juſtice more than thou defireſt.", "Gra. O learned Judg ! mark *Jew*, a learned Judg.", "*Jew.* I take this offer then, pay the bond thrice,", "And let the Christian go.", "Baf. Here is the money.", "Por. Soft, the *Jew* shall have all juſtice, soft, no haſte,\nHe ſhall have nothing but the penalty.", "Gra. O *Jew* ! an upright Judg, a learned Judg.", "Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the fleſh,", "Shed thou no blood, nor cut thou leſs nor more", "But juſt a pound of fleſh : If thou takeſt more", "Or leſs than a juſt pound, be it ſo much", "As makes it light or heavy in the ſubſtance,", "Or the divifion of the twentieth part", "Of one poor ſeruple : nay, if the ſcale do turn", "But in the effimation of a hair,", "Thou dieſt, and all thy goods are confiſcate.", "Gra. A ſecond *Daniel*, a *Daniel*, *Jew*.", "Now Inſidel, I have thee on the hip.", "Por. Why doth the *Jew* paule ? Take thy Forſeiture.", "Shy. Give me my principal, and let me go.", "Baf. I have it ready for thee ; here it is.", "Por. He hath refus'd it in the open Court:", "He ſhall have merely juſtice and his bond.", "Gra. A *Daniel* ſull lay I, a ſecond *Daniel*.", "I thank the *Jew* for teaching me that word.", "Shy. Shall I not have barely my principal ?", "Por. Thou ſhalt have nothing but the Forſeiture,", "To be taken fo at thy peril, *Jew*.", "Shy. Why then the Devil give him good of it :", "I'll ſtay no longer q̃eſſion.", "Por. Tarry *Jew*,", "The Law hath yet another hold on you :", "It is enacted in the Laws of *Venice*,", "It it be proved againſt an *Alien*,", "That by direct, or indirect attempts,", "He feele the life of any Citizen,", "The party 'gainſt the which he doth contrive,", "Shall feize on half his goods, the other half", "Comes to the private Coffer of the State,", "And the Offender's life lies in the mercy", "Of the Duke only, 'gainſt all other voice ;", "In which predicament I ſay thou ſtand :", "For it appears by manifeſt proceeding,", "That indirectly, and directly too,", "Thou hadt contriv'd againſt the very life", "Of the defendant : and thou haſt incurr'd", "The danger formerly by me rehearſt.", "Down therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.", "Gra. Beg that thou maſſe have leave to hang thy ſelf :", "And yet thy wealth being for feit to the State,", "Thou haſt not left the value of a cord,", "Therefore thou muſt be hang'd at the States charge.", "Du. That thou ſhalt fee the difference of our ſpirit,\nI pardon thee thy life before thou ask it :", "For half thy wealth, it is *Anthony*'s ;", "The other half comes to the general State,", "Which humbleneſs may drive unto a fine.", "Por. I, for the State, not for *Anthony*.", "Shy. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that :", "You take my house when you do ſake the prop", "That doth ſuſtain my houſe: you take my life", "When you do take the means whereby I live.", "Por. What mercy can you render him, *Anthony* ?", "Gra. A Haltet gratiſ, nothing eſſe for God's ſake.", "Ant. So pleale my Lord, the Duke, and all the Court,", "To quit the fine for one half of his goods,", "I am content, so he will let me have", "The other half in uſe, to render it", "Upon his death, unto the Gentleman", "That lately ſtole his daughter.", "Two things provided more, that for this Favour", "He preſently become a Christian ;", "The other, that he do record a gift", "Here in the Court of all he dies poffeſt", "Unto his Son *Lorenzo*, and his Daughter.", "Du. He ſhall do this, or eſſe I do recant", "The pardon that I late pronounced here.", "Por. Art thou contented, *Jew* ? what doſt thou ſay ?", "Shy. I am content.", "Por. Clark, draw a deed of gift.", "Shy. I pray you give me leave to go from hence ;", "I am not well ; ſend the deed after me,", "And I will ſign it.", "Du. Get thee gone, but do it.", "Gra. In Chriſtianhood thou ſhalt have two Godfathers.", "Had I been Judg, thou ſhould'ſt have had ten more,", "To bring thee to the Gallows, not to the Font.", "Du. Sir, I intreat you with my home to dinner.", "Por. I humbly do define your Grace of pardon ;", "I muſt away this night toward *Padua*,", "And it is meet I prefently fet forth.", "Du. I am forry that your leifure ſerves you not :", "Anthony, gratiſe this Gentleman ;", "For in my mind you are much bound to him:", "Exit Duke and his train.", "Baf. Moſt worthy Gentleman, I and my Friend,", "Have by your wifdom been this day acquitted", {"bbox": [627, 1195, 883, 1215], "category":

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I with you well, and so I take my leave.

Baf. Dear fir, of force I muft attempt you further.
Take fome remembrance of us as a tribute,
Not as a Fee: grant me two things; I pray you
Not to deny me, and to pardon me.

Por. You pref the far, and therefore I will yield.
Give me your gloves, I'le wear them for your fake,
And for your love I'le take this Ring from you,
Do not draw back your hand, I'le take no more,
And you in love ſhall not deny me this.

Baf. This Ring, good fir, alas it is a trifle;

I will not ſhame my ſelf to give you this.

Por. I will have nothing eſſe but only this,

And now methinks I have a mind to it.

Baf. There's more depends on this than on the value:
The deareſt Ring in Venice will I give you,
And find it out by Proclamation;

Only for this I pray you pardon me.

Por. I fee fir, you are liberal in offers ;

You taught me firſt to beg, and now methinks

You teach me how a beggar ſhould be anſwer'd.

Baf. Good fir, this Ring was given me by my wife ;
And when ſhe put it on, ſhe made me vow

That I ſhould neither ſell, nor give, nor lobe it.

Por. That ſeue ſerves many men to lave their giſſes ;
And if your wife be not a mad woman,

And know how well I have deferv'd this Ring,

She wou'd not hold out enemy for ever

For giving it to me: Well, peace be with you.

Exeunt.

Ant. My Lord Baffanio, let him have the Ring.
Let his defervings, and my love withal,
Be valued againſt your wives commandment.

Baf. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him,

Give him the Ring, and bring him if thou canſt

Unto Anthony's houſe: away, make hafte.

Exit Grati.

Come, you and I will thither preſently,

And in the morning early will we both

Fly toward Belmont, come Anthony.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia and Neriffa.

Por. Enquire the ſew's houſe out, give him this deed,
And let him ſign it; we'l away to nighr,

And be a day before our Husbands home :
This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Fair fir, you are well o'retane:

My Lord Baffanio upon more advice,

Hath ſent you here this Ring, and doth intreat

Your company at dinner.

Por. That cannot be:

His Ring I do accept moſt thankfully,

And so I pray you tell him: Furthermore,

I pray you ſhew my youth old Shylack's houſe.

Gra. That will I do.

Ner. Sir, I would ſpeak with you:

I'le fee if I can get my husband's Ring

Which I did make him ſwear to keep for ever.

Por. Thou maſſ I warrant. We ſhall have old ſwearing,

That they did give the Rings away to men ;

But we'l out-face them, and out ſwear them too :

Away, make hafte, thou knowſt where I will tarry.

Ner. Come good fir, will you ſhow me to this houſe ?

Exeunt.

Aclus Quintus.

Enter Lorenzo and Jeſſica.

Lor. The Moon ſhines bright. In ſuch a night as this,

When the fweet wind did gently kifs the trees,

And they did make no noile, in ſuch a night,

Troylus methinks mounted the Troyan wall,

And ſigh'd his foul toward the Grecian tents,

Where Creſſed lay that night.

Jef. In ſuch a night

Did Thisky ſcarfully o're-trip the dew,

And faw the Lion's ſhadow e're himself,

And ran diſmayed away.

Lor. In ſuch a night

Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand

Upon the wild Sea-banks, and waſt her Love

To come again to Carthage.

Jef. In ſuch a night

Medea gathered the enchanted herbs

That did renew old Eſon.

Lor. In ſuch a night

Did Jefſica ſeal from the wealthy Jef,

And with an unthrift Love did run from Venice,

As far as Belmont.

Jef. In ſuch a night

Did young Lorenzo ſwear he lov'd her well,

Stealing her ſoul with many vows of Faith,

And ne're a true one.

Lor. In ſuch a night

Did pretty Jefſica (like a little ſhrow.)

Slander her Love, and he forgave it her.

Jef. I would out-night you did no body come :

But hark, I hear the footing of a man.

Enter Meſſenger.

Lor. Who comes ſo faſt in ſilence of the night?

Mef. A Friend.

Lor. A Friend ! what Friend ? your name I pray you
Friend?

Mef. St.ophano is my name, and I bring word

My Miftris will before the break of day

Be here at Belmont : the doth ſpray about

By holy croſſes, where the kneels and prays

For happy wedlock hours.

Lor. Who comes with her ?

Mef. None but a holy Hermit and her maid.

I pray you is my Maſter yet return'd?

Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him ;

But go we in I pray thee Jefſica,

And ceremonionſly let us prepare

Some welcome for the Miftris of the houſe.

Enter Clowns.

Clow. Sola, ſola ; wo ha, ho, ſola, ſola.

Lor. Who calls ?

Clow. Sola, did you fee M. Lorenzo, and Mrs. Lorenza,
ſola, ſola.

Lor. Leave hollowing, man : here.

Clow. Sola, where ? where ?

Lor. Here.

Clow. Tell him, there's a Poſt come from my Maſter, with
his horn full of good news; my Maſter will be here e're
morning, fweet love.

Lor. Let's in, and there expeſt their coming.

And yet no matter: why ſhould we go in ?

My Friend Stophano, ſignifie, pray you,

Within the houſe, your Miftris is at hand,

And bring your Mufick forth into the air.

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How sweet the Moon-light sleeps upon this bank;
Here will we fit, and let the founds of Mufick
Creep in our ears; soft tilneſs, and the night
Become the tuches of sweet harmony:
Sit ſeffica, look how the floor of heaven
Is this inlayed with patterns of bright gold;
There's not the smallest Orb which thou behold'st;
But in his motion like an Angel ſings,
Still quiring to the young ey'd Cherubims;
Such harmony is in im nortall ſouſs;
But whilſt this muddy veſture of decay
Doth groely cloſe in it, we cannot hear it:
Come hoe, and wake Diana with a hymn,
With sweeteſt tuches pierce your Miftris ear,
And draw her home with Mufick.

Yef. I am never merry when I hear sweet Mufick.

### Play Mufick.

Lor. The Reafon is, your ſpirits are attentive:
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fatching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood,
If they but hear perchance a trumpet found,
Or any air of Mufick touch their ears,
You ſhall perceive them make a mutual ſtand;
Their aſtyle eyes turn'd to a modeſt gaze
By the sweet power of mufick: therefore the Poet
Did ſain that Orpheus drew tears, ſtones, and floods,
Since naught to flockiſh, hard, and full of rage,
But mufick for the time doth change his Nature:
The man that hath no mufick in himſelf,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet founds,
Is fit for treaſons, ſtratagems, and ſpoils;
The motions of his ſpirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no ſuch man be truſted: mark the Mufick.

### Enter Portia and Nerriffa.

Por. That light we fee is burning in my hall:
How far that little candle throws his beams,
So ſhines a good deed in a naughty world.

Ner. When the Moon ſhone, we did not fee the candle.

Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lets;

A ſubstitute ſhines brightly as a King
Until a King be by, and then his ſlate
Empties it ſelf, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters: Mufick, hark.

Ner. It is your mufick, Madam, of the houſe.

Por. Nothing is good I fee without reſpect:
Methinks it founds much ſweeter than by day.

Ner. Silence beſtows that vertue on it, Madam.

Por. The Crow doth ſing as weſtely as the Lark
When neither is attended: and I think
The Nightingale, if he ſhould ſing by day,
When every Goſe is cackling, would be thought
No better a Mufician than the Wren.
How many things by ſeafon ſeafon'd are
To their right praiſe and true perſection?
Peace, how the Moon ſleeps with Endimion,
And would not be awak'd!

Mufick.

### Mufick ceafes.

Lor. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.

Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the Cuckow,
by the bad voice.

Lor. Dear Lady, welcome home.

Por. We have been praying for our husbands welfare,
Which ſpeed, we hope, the better for our words:
Are they return'd?

Lor. Madam, they are not yet;
But there is come a meſſenger before,
To ſignife their coming.

Por. Go in Nerriffa.

Give order to my ſervants, that they take
No note at all of our being abſent hence,
Nor you Lorenzo, ſefficior you.

### A Tucker ſounds.

Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear your Trumpet:
We are no tell-trales, Madam, fear you not.

Por. This night methinks is but the day-light ſick,
It looks a little paler, 'tis a day,
Such as the day is when the Sun is hid.

### Enter Baffanio, Antonio, Gratiano, and their Followers.

Baf. We should hold day with the Antiped 3,
If you would walk in abſence of the Sun.

Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light;
For a light Wife doth make a heavy husband,
And never be Baffanio to from me 3.

But God for all: you are welcome home, my Lord.

Baf. I thank you, Madam, give welcome to my friend;
This is the man, this is Anthony,
To whom I am to infinitely bound.

Por. You ſhould in all ſenſe be much bound to him;
For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.

Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of.

Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our houſe;
It muſt appear in other ways than words;
Therefore I ſcant this breathing courteſie.

Gra. By yonder Moon I ſwear you do me wrong;
In Faith I gave it to the Judg's Clerk;

Would he were gelt that had it for my part,
Since you do take it, Love, so much at heart.

Por. A quarrel, hoe, already; what's the matter?

Gra. About a Hoop of Gold, a paltry Ring

That he did give me, whose Poſſic was
For all the world like Cutlers Poetry
Upon a Knife; Love me, and leave me not.

Ner. What talk you of the Poſſic or the value ?
You ſware to me when I did give it you,
That you would wear it till the hour of death,
And that it should lie with you in your grave,
Tho not for me, yet for your vehement Oaths,
You ſhould have been reſpective, and have kept it.

Gave it a Judg's Clerk ! but well I know
The Clerk will ne're wear hair on'ns Face that had it.

Gra. He will, and if he live to be a man.

Ner. If, if a woman live to be a man.

Gra. Now by this hand I gave it to a youth,
A kind of boy, a little ſerubbed boy,
No higher than thy ſelf, the Judg's Clerk,
A prating boy that begg'd it as a Fee;
I could not for my heart deny it him.

Por. You were to blame, I muſt be plain with you,
To part ſo flightly with your Wives firſt gift,
A thing ſuck on with Oaths upon your ſinger,
And ſo riveted with Faith unto your ſleſh;
I gave my Love a Ring, and made him ſwear
Never to part with it, and here he ſtands :
I dare be ſworn to him, he would not leave it,
Nor pluck it from his ſinger for the wealth
That the world maſters. Now in Faith, Gratiano,
You give my Wife too unkinck a cauſe of grief:
And 'twere to me I ſhould be mad at it.

Baf. Why I were beſt to cut my left hand off,
And ſwear I loft the Ring defending it.

Gra. My Lord Baffanio gave his Ring away
Unto the Judg that begg'd it, and indeed
Deferv'd it too: and then the boy, his Clerk,

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Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orlando.

As I remember Adam, it was upon this
fashion bequeathed me by will, but a
poor thouland Crowns, and as thou
faift, charged my brother on his blef-
ing to breed me well ; and there be-
gins my fadnefs: My brother Jaques
he keeps at fchool, and report ſpeaks
goldenly of his profit : for my part
he keeps me ruffically at home, or (to
ſpeak more properly ) ſtays me here at home unkept: for
call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that
differs not from the ſtalling of an Oxe? his horſes are
bred better, for beſides that they are fair with their feeding,
they are taught their mannage, and to that end Riders dear-
ly hir'd : but I( his brother ) gain nothing under him
but growth, for the which his Animals on his dunn Hills
are as much bound to him as I: beſides this nothing that
he ſo plenteously gives me, the ſomething that nature gave
me, his countenance ſeems to take from me: he ſets me
feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and
as much as in him lies, mines my gentleness with my edu-
cation. This is it Adam that grieves me, and the ſpirit
of my Farther, which I think is within me, begins to mu-
tiny againſt this ſervitude. I will no longer endure it,
tho yet I know no wife remedy how to avoid it.

Enter Oliver.

Adam. Yonder comes my Maſter, your brother.

Orlan. Go apart Adam, and thou Chafthear how he
will ſhake me up.

Oli. Now Sir, what make you here?

Orla. Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing.

Oli. What mar you then Sir ?

Orla. Marry Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours with idle-nefs.

Oli. Marry Sir, be better employed, and be naught a
while.

Orla. Shall I keep your Hogs, and eat Husks with them? what prodigal portion have I ſpent, that I should come to fuch penury ?

Oli. Know you where you are fir ?

Orla. O fir, very well : here in your Orchard.

Oli. Know you before whom Sir ?

Orla. I, better than him I am before, knows me: I know you are my eldeſt brother, and in the gentle condition of Blood you should know me: the courtesy of Nations allows you my better, in that you are the firſt born; but the fame tradition takes not away my Blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us; I have as much of my Father in me, as you: albeit I confefs your coming before me is nearer to his reverence.

Oli. What Boy.

Orla. Come, come elder brother, you are too young in

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villain?

Orla. I am no villain: I am the youngest Son of Sir Rowland de Boyes : he was my Father, and he is thrice a villian that fays ſuch a Father begot villains: wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy

throat, till this other had puſt out thy tongue for lay-
ing fo; thou haſt railſd on thy ſelf.

Adam. Sweet Maſter be patient, for your Fathers re-
membrance, be at accord.

Oli. Let me go I lay.

Orla. I will not till I pleafe: you ſhall hear me; my fa-
ther charg'd you in his will to give me good education:
you have train'd me up like a peafant, obſuring and hi-
ding from me all gentleman-like qualities; the ſpirit of my
father grows ſtrong in me, and I will no longer endure
it: therefore allow me ſuch exercifes as may become a
gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me
by testament, with that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg when that is ſpent?
Well Sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with
you: you ſhall have ſome part of your will, I pray you
leave me.

Orla. I will no further offend you, than becomes me for
my good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam. Is old dog my reward ? moſt true I have ſo
my teeth in your ſervice: God be with my old Maſter, he
would not have ſpoke ſuch a word.

Exit Orl. Ad.

Oli. Is it even ſo, begin you to grow upon me? I will
phyſick your rankneſs, and yet give no thouſand crowns
neither; holla Dennis.

Enter Bennis.

Den. Calls your worſhip.

Oli. Was not Charles the Duke's Wraſtler here to ſpeak
with me?

Den. So pleafe you, he is here at the door, and impor-
tunes acceds to you.

Oli. Call him in: 'twill be a good way : and to mor-
row the wraſtling is.

Enter Charles.

Char. Good morrow to your worſhip.

Oli. Good Mounſieur Charles; what's the new news at the new Court?

Char. There's no news at the Court Sir, but the old news: that is, the old Duke is banifhed by his younger brother the new Duke, and three or four loving Lords have put themſelves into a voluntary exile with him, whole Lands and revenues enrich the new Duke, therefore he gives them good leave to wander.

Oli. Can you tell if Rofalind the Dukes daughter be
baniſhed with her Father ?

Cha. O no; for the Dukes Daughter her Couſin ſo loves
her, being ever from their Cradles bred together, that ſhe
would have followed their exile, or have died to fly behind
her; ſhe is at the Court, and no ſeſs beloved of her Unkle,
than his own Daughter, and never two ladies loved as they do.

Oli. Where will the old Duke live ?

Cha. They ſay he is already in the Forreſt of Arden,
and a many merry men with him; and there they live
like the old Robin Hood of England; they ſay many young
Gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time care-
leſtly as they did in the golden world.

Oli. What, you wraſtle to morrow before the new Duke?
Charl. Marry do I fir, and I come to acquaint you
with a matter; I am given, fir, ſecretly to understand, that
your

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your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come
in dissures; against me to try a fall: to morrow, fir, I
wrastle for my credit, and he that escapes me without
fome broken limb, shall acquit him well; your Brother is
but young and tender, and for your love I would be loath
to foile him, as I must for mine own honour if he come in,
therefore out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint
you withal, that either you might flay him from his in-
tendment, or brook such difgrace as he shall run into,
in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether a-
gainst my will.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which
thou shall find I will most kindly require: I had my self
notice of my Brothers purpose herein, and have by under-
hand means laboured to diffuade them from it; but he is
refolute. I tell thee Charles, It is the flubbornest young
fellow of France, full of Ambition, an envious Emulator of
every man's good parts, a secret and villanous Contriver
against me his natural Brother; therefore use thy Difcre-
tion, I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger.
And thou wert best look not; for if thou dost him any
flight difgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on
thee, he will practice against thee by payson, to entrap
thee by fome treacherous device, and never leave thee till
he hath tane thy life by fome indirect means or other: for
I assure thee (and almost with tears I speak it) there is not
one fo young, and fo villanous this day living. I speak but
brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee,
as he is, I must blufh and weep, and thou must look pale
and wonder.

Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if he
come to morrow, I'll give him his payment; if ever he go
alone again, I'll never wrastle for prize more, and so God
keep your Worship.

Oli. Farewell good Charles. Now will I flir this Game-
fter: I hope I shall fee an end of him, for my foul (yet I
know not why) hates nothing more than he; yet he's gen-
tle, never fchool'd, and yet learned, full of noble device,
of all forts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much in
the heart of the World, and eſpecially of my own people,
who beſt know him, that I am altogether misprifed; but
it shall not be so long, this Wraſtler shall clear all:
nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which
now I'll go about.

## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Rosalind and Celia.

Cel. I pray thee Rosalind, tweet my Coz, be merry.

Ros. Dear Celia; I show more mirth than I am Mif-
tries of, and would you yet were merrier: unless you
could teach me to forget a banifhed Father, you must not
learn me how to remember my extraordinary plea-
ful.

Cel. Herein I fee thou lovſt me not with the full weight
that I love thee; if my Uncle thy banifhed Father had
banifhed thy Uncle the Duke my Father, to thou hadst
been ſill with me, I could have taught my love to
take thy Father for mine; to wouldſt thou, if the truth of
thy love to me were ſo righteously temper'd, as mine is to
thee.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate,
to rejoyce in yours.

Cel. You know my Father hath no Child but I, nor none
is like to have, and truly when he dies, thou haf't be his
heir? for what he hath taken away from thy Father per-
force, I will render thee again in Affection; by mine hon-
nour I will, and when I break that Oath, let me turn mon-

fter: therefore my tweet Rose, my dear Rose be merry.

Ros. From henceforth I will, Coz, and devife sports: let
me fee, what think you of falling in love?

Cel. Marry I prethee do, to make sport withal; but
love no man in good earneſt, nor no further in sport neither,
than with safety of a pure blufh, thou maist in honour come
off again.

Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Cel. Let us fit and mock the good houſewife Fortune
from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be beſtowed
equally.

Ros. I would we could do ſo; for her benefits are migh-
tily misplaced, and the bountiful blind Woman doth moſt
miftake in her gifts to Women.

Cel. 'Tis true, for that he makes fair, he ſcares
makes honest; and that he makes honest, he makes
very ill-favouredly.

Ros. Nay now thou goſt from Fortunes Office to Na-
tures: Fortune reigns in gifts of the World, not in the
lineaments of Nature.

### Enter Clown.

Cel. No; when Nature hath made a fair creature, may
she not by Fortune fall into the fire? Then Nature hath gi-
ven us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune ſent in
this fool to cut off this argument?

Ros. Indeed Fortune is there too hard for Nature, when
Fortune makes Natures natural, the cutter off of Natures
wit.

Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortunes work neither,
but Natures, who perceiving our natural wits too dull
to reafon of ſuch goddeſſes, hath ſent this Natural for
our whetstone: for always the dulneſs of the fool, is the
whetſtone of the wits. How now Wir, whether wander
you?

Clew. Miftrefſs, you muſt come away to your father.

Cel. Were you made the Miffenger?

Clew. No by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you.

Ros. Where learned you that Oath fool?

Clo. Of a certain Knight, that ſwore by his Honour
they were good Pancakes, and ſwore by his Honour the
Mustard was naught: Now I'le stand to it, the Pancakes
were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was not
the Knight forworn.

Cel. How prove you that in the great heap of your
knowledg?

Ros. I marry, now unmuzzle your wifdom.

Clo. Stand you both forth now: ſtroke your chins, and
wear by your beards that I am a knave.

Cel. By our beards (if we had them) thou art.

Clo. By my knavery. (if I had it) then I were; but if you
wear by that that is not, you are not forſworn; no more
was this Knight ſwearing by his Honour, for he never had
any; or if he had, he had ſworn it away, before ever he
faw ſhore Pancakes, or that Mustard.

Cel. Prethee, who is that thou means't?

Clo. One that old Fredrick, your Father loves.

Ros. My Fathers love is enough to honour him enough;
ſpeak no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation, one
of theſe days.

Clo. The more pity that fools may not ſpeak wifely,
what wife men do foolſhly.

Cel. By my troth thou faieſt true: For, ſince the little
wit that fools have, was ſilenced, the little foolery that
wife men have makes a great ſhew; Here comes Mounfieur
Le Beu.

### Enter Le Beu.

Ros. With his mouth full of news,

Cel. Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their
young.

Ros. Then shall we be news-cram'd.

Cel.

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Cel. All the better ; we shall be the more marketable.
Boon-jour Mounfieur le Ben, what news?

Le Ben. Fair Princes,

You have lost much sport.

Cel. Sport; of what colour ?

Le Ben. What colour Madam ? How shall I answer you ?

Rof. As wit and fortune will.

Clo. Or as the definities decrees.

Cel. Well faid, that was laid on with a Trowel.

Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank.

Rf. Thou lovest thy old friend.

Le Ben. You amate me Ladies: I would have told you of good wraftling, which you have lost the fight of.

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wraftling.

Le Ben. I will tell you the beginning; and if it pleafe your Ladiships, you may fee the end, for the best is yet to do, and here where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.

Le Ben. There comes an old Man, and his three Sons.

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Ben. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and preference.

Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by these precepts.

Le Ben. The eldest of the three, wrafted with Charles the Dukes Wraftler, which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his Ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: So he served the fecond, and to the third: yonder they lie, the poor old man their Father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Rof. Alas.

Clo. But what is the sport Mounfieur, that the Ladies have lost?

Le Ben. Why this is that I speak of.

Clo. Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time that ever I heard of breaking of Ribs was sport for Ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promife thee.

Rof. But is there any else longs to fee this broken Mufick in his fides ? Is there yet another doats upon Rib-breaking? Shall we fee this wraftling Cofin?

Le Ben. You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for wraftling, and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder fure they are coming: Let us now stay and fee it.

Flourish. Enter Duke, Lords, Orlando, Charles and Attendants.

Duk. Come on, since the youth will not be entreated, His own peril on his forwardneſs.

Rof. Is yonder the man ?

Le. Even he, Madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks fucceſſually

Duk. How now daughter and Cofin :

Are you crept hither to fee the wraftling ?

Rof. I my Liege, fo pleafe you give us leave.

Du. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is ſuch odds in the man: In pity of the challengers youth, I would fain difſwade him, but he will not be entreated. Speek to him Ladies, fee if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither good Mounfieur L. Ben.

Duke. Do fo ; I'le not be by.

Le Ben. Mounfieur the Challenger, the princels calls for you.

Orla. I attend them with all reſpect and duty.

Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the Wraftler ?

Orl. No fair pryncels: he is the general challenger,

come but as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

Cel. Young Gentleman, your ſpirits are too bold for your years: you have been cruel proof of this man's ſtrength, if you faw your ſelf with your eyes, or know your ſelf with your judgments, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you for your own ſake to embrace your own ſafely, and give over this attempt.

Rof. Do young ſir, your reputation ſhall not therefore be miſprifed: we will make it our ſuit to the Duke, that the wraftling might not go forward.

Orl. I beſeech you, pumniſh me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confels me much guilty to deny ſo fair and excellent Ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wifhes go with me to my trial; where in if I be foil'd, there is but one ſam'd that was never gracious: if kil'd, but one dead that is willing to be ſo: I haſ do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lauer me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing: only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better ſupplied, when I have made it empty.

Rof. The little ſtrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine to eek-out hers.

Rof. Fare you well: pray heaven I be deciv'd in you.

Cel. Your hearts defiles be with you.

Char. Come, where is this young gallant, that is defirous to lye with his mother earth ?

Orlo. Ready fir, but his will hath in it a more model working.

Duk. You ſhall try but one fall.

Char. No, I warrant your Grace you ſhall not entreat him to a ſecond, that have ſo mightily perſwaded him from a firet.

Orla. You mean to mocke me after: you ſhould not have mockt before: but come your ways.

Rof. Now Hercules be thy ſpeed young man,

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the ſtrong ſellow by the leg.

Char. They Wraſſa.

Rof. Oh excellent young man.

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.

Duk. No more, no more.

Orla. Yes I beſeech your grace, I am not yet well beaſt.

Duk. How do't thou Charles?

Le Ben. He cannot ſpeak my Lord.

Duk. Bear him away :

What is thy name young man ?

Or. Orlando my Liege, the youngeſt ſon of Sir Rof land de Boyes.

Duk. I would thou had't been ſon to fome man else: The world eſſeem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him fill mine enemy :

Thou ſhould't have better pleas'd me with this deed, Had't thou defended from another houſe ; But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth, I would thou hadt told me of another Father.

Exit Duk.

Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?

Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowlands ſon,

His youngeſt ſon, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Fredrick.

Rof. My Father lov'd Sir Rowland as his ſoul, And all the world was of my Fathers mine, Had I before known this young man his ſon, I ſhould have given him tears unto entreaties, Ere he ſhould thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle Cofin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him :

My Fathers rough and envious diſpofition

Sticks me at heart; Sir, you have well deferv'd, If you do keep your promifes in love,

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But justly as you have exceeded all in promife,
Your Miftris fhall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

Wear this for me: one out of suits with fortune,
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Shall we go Coze ?

Cel. I: fare you well fair Gentleman.

Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better parts
Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
Is but a quarantine, a more liveleſs block.

Rof. He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes.
Please ask him what he would : Did you call Sir ?
Sir, you have wraſtled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go Coze ?

Rof. Have with you : fare you well.

Exit

Or. What paffion hangs theſe weights upon my tongue ?
I cannot ſpeak to her, yet ſhe urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.

O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown
Or Charles, or ſomething weaker maſters thee.

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendſhip counſel you
To leave this place : Albeit you have deferv'd
High commendation, true applaſe, and love ;
Yet ſuch is now the Dukes condition,
That he miſconſers all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous ; what he is indeed
More ſuits you to conceive, than I to ſpeak of.

Orl. I thank you Sir ; and pray you tell me this,

Which of the two was Daughter to the Duke,
That here was at the Wraſtling ?
Le Beu. Neither his Daughter to the banifh'd Duke,
And here detain'd by her uſurping Uncle
To keep his Daughter company, whoſe loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of Sifters :
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath tane diſpleasure ? gainſt his gentle Neice,
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praiſe her for her vertues,
And pity her for her good Fathers ſake ;
And on my life his malice ? gainſt the Lady
Will fuddently break forth: Sir, fare you well,
Hereafter in a better world than this,
I ſhall define more love and knowledg of you.

Orl. I reſt much bounden to you: fare you well !
Thus muſt I from the ſmoke into the ſmothe.

From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant Brother,
But heavenly Rofaline.

Exit.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Celia, and Rofaline.

Cel. Why Cofin, why Rofeline; Cupid have mercy,
Not a word ?

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, my words are too precious to be caſt away
upon curs, throw ſome of them at me; come, lame me
with reaſons.

Rof. Then there were two Cofins laid up, when the one
fhould be lam'd with reaſons, and the other mad without
any.

Cel. But is all this for your Father ?

Rof. No, ſome of it is for my Childs Father: Oh how
full of briers is this working day-world.

Cel. They are but Burs, Cofin, thrown upon thee in
holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our
very petticoats will catch them.

Rof. I could ſhake them off my coat, theſe Burs are in
my heart.

Cel. Hem them away.

Rof. I would try if I could cry hem, and have him.

Cel. Come, come, wraſtle with thy affections.

Rof. O they take the part of a better wraſtler than my
ſelf.

Cel. O, a good wifh upon you ; you will try in time in
delight of a fall ; but turning theſe jefts out of ſervice, let
us talk in good earneſt; Is it poffible on ſuch a ſudden
you ſhould fall into ſo ſtrange a likings with old Sir Rowlands
youngeſt ſon ?

Rof. The Duke my Father lov'd his Father dearly.

Cel. Doth it therefore enſue that you ſhould love his
Son clearly ? By this kind of chafe, I should hate him,
for my Father hated his Father clearly ; yet I hate not
Orlando.

Rof. No faiths hate him not for my ſake.

Cel. Why ſhould I not ? doth not he deferve well?

## Enter Duke with Lords.

Rof. Let me love him for that, and do you love him,
Because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.

Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Duk. Miftris, diſpatch you with your ſaſeſt haſt,
And get you from our Court.

Rof. Me Uncle !

Duk. You Cofin,

Within theſe ten days if that thou beſt found
So near our publick Court as twenty miles,
Thou diſeſt for it.

Rof. I do befeech your Grace
Let me the knowledg of my fault bear with me :
If with my ſelf I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own deſires,
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do truſt I am not) then dear Unkle,
Never ſo much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your Highneſs.

Duk. Thus do all Traitors ;
If their purgation did conſiſt in words,
They are as innocent as grace it ſelf,
Let it ſuſſee thee that I truſt thee not.

Rof. Yet your miſtruſt cannot make me a Traytor;
Tell me whereon the liklihood depends ?

Duk. Thou art thy Fathers daughter, there's enough.

Rof. So was I when your Highneſs took his Dukedom,
So was I when your Highneſs banifh'd him ;

Treason is not inherited my Lord,
Or if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me, my Father was no Traytor :
Then good my Leige, miſtake me not ſo much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

Cel. Dear Soveraign hear me ſpeak.

Duk. I Celia, we ſtaſt her for your ſake,
Elle had ſhe with her Father rang'd along.

Cel. I did not then intreat to have her ſtay.
It was your pleafure, and your own remorſe,
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her ; if ſhe be a Traytor,
Why fo am I ; we ſtill have flept together,
Rofe at an infant, learn'd, plaid, eat together,
And whereſoere we went, like Juno's Swans,
Still we went coupled and inſeparable.

Duk. She is too ſubtle for thee, and her ſmoothneſs
Her very ſilence and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her:
Thou art a fool, the ſobs theſe of thy name,
And thou wilt ſhow more bright, and ſeem more vertuous
When ſhe is gone ; then open not thy lips,

Firm

As you like it.

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Firm, and irrevocable is my domb,

Which I have paf't upon her, she is banifh'd.

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Liege,
I cannot live out of her company.

Duk. You are a fool ; you Neice provide your felf,
If you out-ſtany the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatneſt of my word you die.

Exit. Duke &c.

Cel. O my poor Rofaline, whither wilt tboou go ?
Witf thou change father? I will give thee mine :
I charge thee be not thou more griev'd them I am.

Kof. I have more caufe.

Cel. Thou haſt not Couſin,
Prethee be cheerful; know'ſt thou not the Duke
Hath banifh'd me his Daughter ?

Kof. That he hath not.

Cel. No, hath not ? Rofaline lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one,
Shall we be (funded ? fhall we part fweet girl ?

No, let my Father ſeek another heir :
Therefore devife with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us,
And do not feek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs your felf, and leave me out :
For by this heaven (now as our forrows pale ;)
Say what thou canſt, Ile go along with thee.

Kof. Why, whither fhall we go ?

Cel. To feek my Unkle in the Forreſt of Arden.

Kof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
(Maids as we are ) to travel forth fo far ?
Beaury provoketh thieves fooner than gold.

Cel. Ile put my felf in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber ſmutch my face,
The like do you, fo fhall we pafs along,
And never firr affaillants.

Kof. Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit all points like a man,
A gallant curtelax upon my thigh,
A boreſpear in my hand, and in my heart
Lie there what hidden womans fear there will,
We'l have a fwaſhing and a marſhal outſide,
As many other mannifh cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.

Cel. What ſhall I call thee when thou art a man?

Kof. Ile have no worſe a name then Joves own Page,
And therefore look you call me Ganimed,
But what will you be call'd ?

Cel. Something that bath a reference to my ſtate :
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Kof. But Cofin, what if we aſſaid to ſteal
The clownifh Fool out of your Fathers Court :
Would he not be a comfort to our travel ?

Cel. He'll go along o're the wide world with me,
Leave me alone to wooe him ; Let's away
And get our Jewels and our wealth together ;
Devile the fitteſt time, and faſeft way
To hide us from purſuit that will be made
After my flight: now go we in cantent
To liberty and not to banifhment.

Exeunt.

Aſtus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, and two or three Lorde like Forreſters.

Duk. Sen. Now my Coe-mates, and brother in exile :
Hath not old cuſtome made this life more ſweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not theſe woods
More free from peril than the envious Court ?

Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
The feafons difference, as the Ieie phange
And churlifh chiding of the winters wind,
Which when it baits and blows upon my body
Even till I shrink with cold, I ſmile, and ſay
This is no flattery: theſe are councellors
That feelingly perſwade me what I am :
Sweet are the uſes of adverſity
Which like the road, ugly and venemous,
Wears yet a precious Jewel in his head :
And this our life exempt from publick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in ſtones, and good in every thing.

Amien. I would not change it, happy is your Grace
That can tranſlate the stubbornneſt of fortune
Into ſo quiet and ſo fweet a ſile.

Duk. Sen. Come, ſhall we go and kill us venifon?
And yet it irks me the poor dapled fools
Being native Burghes of this defert City,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches goard.

1. Lord. Indeed my Lord.

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
And in that kind twears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother that hath banifh'd you:
To day my Lord of Amiens, and my ſelf,
Did ſteal behind him as he lay along
Under an oak, whole antick roop peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood,
To the which place a poor ſqueſtrred ſtag
That from the hunters aim had tane a hur;
Did come to Languifh; and indeed my Lord
The wretched animal heaſd forth ſuch groans
That their diſcharge did ſtrectch his lethern coat
Almoſt to burſting, and the big round tears
Cuts'd one another down his innocent noſe
In piteous chafe: and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on thextreameſt verge of the twiſt brook,
Augmenting in the tears.

Duk. Sen. But what ſay Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this ſpectacle ?

1. Lord. O yes, into a thouſand ſimilies.
First, for his weeping into the needleſt ſream ;
Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'ſt a ſeament
As worldlings do, giving thy ſum of more
To that which had too much: then being alone,
Left and abandoned of his velvet friend ;
'Tis right, quoth he, thus miſery doth part
The Flux of compacy: anon a careleſs herd
Full of the pafure, jumps along by him
And never ſays to greet him ; I, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and grazy Citizens,
'Tis juſt the ſashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ?
Thus moſt inveſtively he pierceth through
The Body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and this our life, I wearing that we
Are meer ufupers tyrants, and whatſore
To fright the Animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling place.

Du. Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation
2. Lord. We did my Lord, weeping and commending
Upon the fobbing Deer.

Du. Sen. Show me the place,
I love to cope him in theſe ſullen ſits,
For then he's full of matter

2. Lor. Ile bring you to him ſtraight.

Exeunt.

Scena

As you like it.

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## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Duke with Lords.

Duk. Can it be possible that no man faw them?
It cannot be, some Villains of my Court
Are of content and sufferance in this.

1. Lord, I cannot hear of any that did fee her,
The Ladies, her attendants of her Chamber,
Saw her abed, and in the morning early
They found the Bed untreafur'd of their Miftris.

2. Lord, My Lord, the roynifh Clown, at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miling:
Hisperia, the Princeſs Gentlewoman,
Confefles that the secreſt ore-heard
Your Daughter and her Coſin much commend
The parts and graces of the Wraſther
That did but lately foil the finowy Charles,
And the believes where ever they are gone
That youth is furely in their company.

Duk. Send to his Brother, fetch that Gallant hither,
If he be absent, bring his Brother to me.
Ile make him find him; do this suddenly;
And let not fear, and inquifition qual
To bring again the foolish runaways.

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

### Enter Orlando, and Adam.

Orl. Who's there?

Ad. What my young maſter, oh my gentle maſter,
Oh my sweete maſter, O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland? Why, what make you here?
Why are you vertuous ? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your praise is come too twifly home before you.
Know you not Maſter, to ſome kind of men,
Their graces ſerve them but as enemies,
No more do yours; your vertues gentle Maſter
Are ſanctified and holy Traytors to you:
Oh what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it?

Orl. Why, what's the matter ?

Ad. O unhappy Youth,
Come not within theſe doors; within this roof,
The enemy of all your graces lives.
Your Brother, no, no Brother, yet the Son
(Yet not the Son, I will not call him Son)
Of him I was about to call his Father,
Hath heard your praiſes, and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you uſe to lie,
And you within it; if he fail of that
Hewill have other means to cut you off;
I overheard him, and his Praſtices:
This is no place, this houſe is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orl. Vhy, whither Adam would thou have me go?
Ada. No matter whither, for you come not here.
Orl. What, would it thou have me go and beg my food,
Or with a bare and boiftrous Sword enforce
A thievish living on the common rode?
This I muſt do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can:
I rather will ſubjeſt me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody Brother.

Ada. But do not ſo; I have five hundred Crowns,

The thrifty hire I faved under you Father,
Which I did ſtore to be my ſoſter Nurſe,
When ſervice ſhould in my old limbs lie lame;
And unregarded age in corners ſhown,
Take that, and he that doth the Ravens ſeed,
Yea providently caters for the Sparrow,
Be comfort to my age; here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your ſervant;
Tho I look old, yet I am ſtrong and lufthy;
For in my Youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
Nor did not with unbaſhful forhead woo
The means of weakneſs and debility,
Therefore my age is as a lufthy winter,
Frothy but kindly; let me go with you,
Ile do the ſervice of a younger man
In all your buſineſs and neceſſities.

Orl. Oh good old man, how well in thee appears
The conſtant ſervice of the antick world,
When ſervice ſwear for duty, not for need?
Thou art not for the ſaſhion of theſe times,
Where none will ſwear, but for promotion,
And having, that do choak their ſervice up,
Even with the having, it is not ſo with thee;
But poor old man, thou prunſt a rotten tree,
That cannot ſo much as a bloſſom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry;
But come thy ways, we'll go along together,
And ere we have thy youthful wages ſpent,
We'll light upon ſome fetled low content.

Ada. Maſter go on, and I will follow thee
To the laſt gapſ with truth and loyalty.
From ſeventy Years, till now almost fourſcore
Here liv'd I, but now live here no more.
At ſeventeen Years, many their fortunes ſeech,
But at fourſcore, it is too late a week.
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my Maſters deſter.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

### Enter Rofaline for Ganimed, Celia for Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone.

Rof. O Jupiter, how merry are my ſpirits?

Clo. I care not for my ſpirits, if my legs were not
weary.

Rof. I could find in my heart to diſgrace my mans
apparel, and to cry like a Woman; but I muſt comfort
the weaker vessel, as Doublet and Hove ought to ſhow it
ſelf couragious to a Petticoat; therefore courage, good
Aliena.

Cel. I pray you bear with me, I can go no further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear
you; yet I ſhould bear no croſs if I did bear you, for I
think you have no money in your purſe.

Rof. Well, this is the Foreſt of Arden.

Clo. I, now am I in Arden, the more tool I, when I was
at home I was in a better place; but Travellers muſt be con-
tent.

### Enter Corin, and Silvius.

Rof. I, be so good Touchſone; look you who comes
here, a young man and an old, in ſolemn talk.

Cor. That is the way to make her ſcorn you ſtill.

Sil. O Corin, that thou knewſt how I do love her.

Cor. I partly gueſſ for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canſt not gueſſ,
Tho in thy Youth thou waſt as true a Lover,
As ever ſigh'd upon a midnight pillow;

P

But

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But if thy love were ere like to mine,

As sure I think did never man love so;

How many actions most ridiculous,

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantafy ?

Cor. Into a thoufand that I have forgotten.

Sil. Oh thou didst then never love so heartily ?

If thou remembrest not the flightest folly,

That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou haſt not lov'd.

Or it thou haſt not fate as I do now,

Wearying thy hearer in thy Miftris praeſe,

Thou haſt not lov'd.

Or if thou haſt not broke from company,

Abruptly as my paffion now makes me,

Thou haſt not lov'd.

O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.

Exeunt.

Rof. Alas poor Shepherd! searching of their wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Clo. And I mine; I remember when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ſtone, and bid him take that for coming a nights to Jane ſmile; and I remember the kifſing of her batler, and the Cows dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peaf-cod inſtead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giv-ing her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear theſe for my ſake; we that are true Lovers run into ſtrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love, mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou speak'st wifer than thou art ware of.

Clo. Nay, I ſhall ne're be ware of mine own wit, till I break my ſhins againſt it.

R. Jove, Jove, this Shepherds paffion
Is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine, but it grows something ſtale with
me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you queſtion you'd man,
If he for gold will give us any food,

I faint almost to death.

Clo. Holla ; you Clown.

Rof. Peace ſool, he's not thy kinfman.

Cor. Who calls ?

Clo. Your betters Sir.

Cor. Elſe are they very wretched.

Rof. Peace I ſay ; good even to you friend.

Cor. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.

Rof. I prethee, Shepherd, if that love or gold

Can in this Defert place buy entertainment,

Bring us where we may reſt our ſelves, and feed;

Here's a young Maid with travel much oppreſſed,

And faints for ſuccour.

Cor. Fair fir, I pity her,

And with for her ſakemore than for mine own,

My fortunes were moreable to relieve her;

But I am ſhepherd to another man,

And do not ſheer the Fleeces that I graze :

My maſter is of churliſh diſpoſition,

And little wreaks to find the way to heaven

By doing deeds of hofpitality.

Befides his Coat, his flocks, and bounds of feed

Are now on ſale, and at our ſhleep-coat now

By reaſon of his abſence there is nothing

That you will feed on : but what is, come fee,

And in my voice moſt welcome ſhall you be.

Rof. What is he that ſhall buy his flock and pafture ?

Cor. That young Swain that you faw here but ere-
while,

That little cares for buying any thing,

Rof. I pray thee, if it ſtand with honefy,

Puy thou the Cottage, and the pafture, and the flock,

And thou haſt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages ;

I like this place, and willingly could

Waſe my time in it.

Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be ſold ;

Go with me, if you like upon report,

The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,

I will your very faithful Feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right ſuddenly.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quinta

Enter Amyens, Jaques, and others.

Song.

Under the greenbough tree,

who loves to lye with me,

And turn his merry Note,

unto the ſweet Bird, throat ;

Come hither, come hither, come hither,

Here ſhall he fee no enemy,

But winter and rough Weather.

Jaq. More, more, I prethee more.

Amy. It will make you melancholy Mounfieur Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it; More, I prethee more,

I can ſuck melancholly out of a ſong.

As a Weazel ſucks eggs; More, I prethee more.

Amy. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot pleafe you.

Ja. I do not define you to pleafe me,

I do define you to ſing ;

Come, more, another ſtanzo: Call you?em ſtanzo's?

Amy. What you will Mounfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they own me
nothing. Will you ſing.

Amy. More at your requeſt, than to pleafe my ſelf.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I pleat
you ; but that they call complement is like th'encounter
of two dog-Apes. And when a man thanks me heartily,
methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the
beggerly thanks. Come ſing, and you that will not, hold
your tongues.

Amy. Well, I pre end the ſong. Sirs, cover the while
the Duke will drink under this tree ; he hath been all this
day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him :

He is too diſputable for my company :

I think of as many matters as he, but I give

Heaven thanks, and make no boat of them.

Come, warble, come.

Song.

Altogether here.

Who doth ambition thin,
and loves to lye e'th Sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets ;

Here ſhall he fee, no enemy,

But Winter and rough Weather.

But Winter and rough Weather.

Jaq. Ple give you a verſe to this note,

That I made yesterday in deſpight of my invention.

Amy. And I pre ſing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to paf,

That any man turn Aſſ ;

Leaving his wealth and caſe,

A ſtubbom will to pleafe,

Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame ;

Here ſhall he fee, groſs fools as he,

And if he will come to me.

Amy. What's that Ducedame ?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocarion, to call fools into a cir-
cle. I pre go ſleep if I can: if I cannot, I pre rail againſt all
the first born of Egypt.

Amy. And I pre go ſeeſ the Duke,
His banket is prepar'd.

Exeunt.

Scena

As you like it.

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## Scena Sexta.

Enter Orlando, and Adam.

Adam. Dear Master I can go no further:
O I die for food. Here lie I down,
And measure out my grave. Farewell kind master.
Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee!
Live a uncouth Forreft yield any thing tawage,
I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee:
Thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers.
For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while
At the arms end: I will here be with thee prefently,
And if I bring thee not fomething to eat,
I will give thee leave to die; but if thou dieft
Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.
Well faid, thou look't cheerly,
And I'le be with thee quickly; yet thou liest
In the bleak air. Come I will bear thee
To fome fhelter, and thou fhalt not die
For lack of a dinner;

Et unum

## Scena Septima.

Enter Duke Sen. and Lord, like out-laws.

Du. Sen. I think he be transform'd into a beaft,
For I can no where find him, like a man.

1. Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence,
Here was he merry, hearing of a Song.

Du. Sen. If he compact of jarrs, grow Mufical,
We shall have horthly conford in the Spheres :
Go seek him, tell him I would speak with him.

Enter J.ques

1. Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.

Du. Sen. Why how now Monfieur, what a life is this
That your poor friends muſt woo your company,
What, you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fol'ch Forreft,

A motley fool (a miferable world :)

As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the Sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.

Good morrow fool (quoth 1:) no Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heaven hath lent me fortune,
And then he drew a Dial from his poak,

And looking on it, with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wifely, it is ten a clock :

Thus we may fee (quoth he) how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine,

And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven,

And fo from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,

And then from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,

And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear

The motley fool, thus moral on the time,
My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleer,

That fool's should be fo deep contemplative :

And I did laugh, fans intermiffion

An hour by his Dial. Oh noble fool,

A worthy fool. Motley's the on'y wear.

Du. Sen. What is this?

Jaq. O worthy fool; one that hath been a Courtier,
And lays, if Ladies be young, and fair,

They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,

Which is as dry as the remainder basket

After a voiage: He hath ftrange places cram'd
With obſervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool,
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Du. Sen. Thou fhalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only fit,

Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all-opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. I muſt have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I pleafe, for fo fools have ;

And they that are moſt gauled with my folly,

They moſt muſt Laugh: And why fir muſt they ſo ?

The why is plain, as way to Parifh Church;

He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,

Doth very tooliſhly, altho he ſmart

Seem fenſeleſ of the bob. If not,

The wife-man's folly is anatomiz'd

Even by the ſquandring glances of a fool.

Inveſt me in the motley : Give me leave

To ſpeak my mind, and I will through

Cleaſe the foul body of th'infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Du. Sen. Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldſt do.

Jaq. What, for a Counter, would I do, but good?

Du Sen. Moſt miſchievous foul ſin, in chiding ſin:

For thou thy ſelf haſt been a Libertine,

As fenfual as the bruittiſhing it ſelf,

And all th'imboffed foreſ, and headed evils,

That thou with licenſe of free foot haſt caught,

Would'it thou diſgorge into the general world.

Jaq. Why who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party:

Doth it not flow as hugely as the Sea,

Till that the weary very means do ebb.

What woman in the City do I name,

When that I ſay the City woman bears

The coſt of Princes on unworthy ſhoulders?

Who can come in, and ſay that I mean her,

When fuch a one as ſhe, fuch is her neighbour ?

Or what is he of bafeſt function,

That ſays his bravery is not on my coſt,

Thinking that I mean him, but therein ſuits

His folly to the mettle of my ſpeech,

There then, how then, what then, let me ſee wherein

My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,

Then he hath wrong'd himſelf; if he be free,

VVhy then my taxiing like a wild-Goofe flies

Unclain'd of any of man. But who comes here?

Enter Orlando.

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more,

Jaq. VVhy I have eat none yet.

Orl. Nor fhalt not, till neceſſity be ſerv'd.

Jaq. Of what kind should this Cock come of?

Du. Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd man by thy diſtrefſs?
Or eſſe a rude defpiler of good manners,

That in civil ty thou ſeem'dt ſo empty?

Orl. You touch'd my vain at first, the thorny point

Of bare diſtrefſs, that hath tane from me the ſhew

Of smooth civility; yet am I in land bred,

And know ſome nurture; But forbear, I ſay,

He dies that touches any of this fruit,

Till I, and my affairs are anſwered.

Jaq. And you will not be anſwer'd with reaſon,
I muſt die,

Du. Sen. VVhat would you have ?

Your gentlenefs ſhall force, more than your force

Move us to gentlenefs.

Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it.

Du. Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table

Orl. Speak you ſo gently ? Pardon me, I pray you,

I thought that all things had been ſavage here,

And therefore put I on the countenance

Of Stern command'ment. But what e're you are

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That in this defart inac cessible,
Under the shade of m lancholy boughs,
Lofe, and negleſt the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where B. II. have knol'd to Church;
If ever fate at any good mans ſaft;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'is to pity, and be pitied,
Let gentlenefs my ſtrong enforcement be,
In the which hope I buſh and hide my Sword.

Du. Sen. True is it that we have been better days,
And have with holy bell been knowld to Church,
And fate at good mens ſafts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that facred pity hath engendred:
And therefore fit you down in gentlenefs,
And take upon command, what help we have
That to your wanting may be minified.

O! Then but for bear your food a little while,
Whiles like a Doe > I go to find my Fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many weary ſtep
Limpt in pure love; till he be firſt ſuffic'd,
Oppreſſt with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

Du. Sen. Go find him out,
And we will nothing wake till you return.

O! I thank ye, and be bleſſ for your good comfort.

Du Sen. Thou feeleſt we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and univerſal Theater
Prefents more woful Pageants than the Scene
Wherein we play in.

Jaq. All the world's a ſtage,
And all the men and women, meerly Players ;
They have their Exits and their Entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Act being ſeven ages. At first the Infants
Mewling, and puking in the Nutſes arms.
Then, the whaning School boy with his Satchel,
And ſhining morning face, creeping like Snail
Unwillingly to School. And then the Lover,
Sighing like Furnace, with a woful Ballad
Made to his Miftres' eye-brow. Then a Soldier,
Full of ſtrange oaths, and bearded like the Pard,
Jealous in honour, ſudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble Reputation,
Even in the Canons mouth. And then the Juitſice
In ſir round belly, with good Capon lin'd,
With eyes ſevere, and Beard of formal cut,
Full of wife ſaws, and modern inſtances,
And ſo he plays his part. The fixt age shifts
Into the lean and ſlipper'd Pantaloon,
With ſpectacles on note, and pouch on ſide ;
His youthful hofe well ſav'd, a world too wide
For his ſhruſk ſhank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childſt trebble pipes,
And whiſtles in his found. Laſt Scene of a l,
That ends this ſtrange eventful hiftory,
Is ſecond childſtneſs, and meer oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taſſe, fans every thing.

Enter Orlando with Adam.

Du. Sen. Welcome: fer down your venerable burthen,
and let him feed.

O! I thank you, m. ſaſſ for him.

Ad. So had you need,
I ſcaring can ſpeak to thank you for my ſelf.

Du. Sen. Welcome, fall too: I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes :
Give us ſome muſſick, and good Coulin, ſing.

Song,
Blow, blow, thou winter winde,
Thou art not ſo unkind, as mans ingratitude ;

Thy tooth is not ſok en because thou art not ſen,
Altho' thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho, ſing heigh ho, into the green holly,
Moff friendaſt lip is faining ; m ſi Loving meer ſolly :
The heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is moff joly,

Frieze, frie, thou bitter skie, that doſt not bite so nigh
as benefits forget.

Thou thou the waters warp, thy wing is not ſo ſharp;
as friends reſembred not,
Heigh ho, ſing &c.

Du. Sen. If that you were the good fir Rowlands ſon,
As you have whiſper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his ſig ſe, witneſſs,
Moff truly limn'd, and living in your ſace,
Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke
That lov'd your father : the Refide of your fortune,
Go to my Cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy Maſter is,
Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes underland

Extant.

Aclus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Du. Not ſee him ſince ? Sir, ſi, that cannot be:
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I should not be an abſent argument
Of my revenge, thou preſent : but look to it,
Find out thy brother wherefore he is,
Seek him with Candle : bring him dead, or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To ſee a living in our Territory.
Thy Lands and all things that thou doſt call thine,
Worth ſeize, do we ſeize into our hands,
Till thou canſt quit thee by thy brothers mouth,
Of what we think againſt thee.

Ol. Oh that your Highneſs knew my heart in this:
I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well, pufh him out of doors,
And let my Officers of ſuch a nature
Mke an extent upon his Houſe and Lands:
Do this expediently, and turn him going.

Extant.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Orlando.

Ori. Hang there my verſe, in witneſſs of my love,
And thou thrice Crowned Queen of night ſurvey
VVith thy chaſt eye, from thy pale ſphere above
Thy Huntrels name, that my full life doth ſway.
O Rofalind, the ſeem Trees that shall be my Books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'le character,
That every eye, which in this Forreſt looks,
Shall ſee thy virtue witneſſs every where.
Run, run O lando, carve on every Tree,
The fair, the chaſte, and unexpreſſive ſhe.

Ext. it.

Enter Coran and Clown.

Co. And how like you this Shepherds life M. Touchſt ſen.
Clow. Truly shepherd, in reſpect of it ſelf, it is a
good life; but in reſpect that it is a Shepherds life, it is
naught. In reſpect that it is ſolitary. I like it very well:
but in reſpect that it is private, it is a very vild life. Now
in reſpect it is in the fields, it ppeafeth me well: but in
reſpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a ſpare
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Serippage.

Exit.

Cel. Didst thou hear these Verbes ?

Ref. O yes, I heard them all, and more two, for some of them had in them more feet than the Verbes would bear.

Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the Verbes.

Ref. I, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verfe, and therefore ftood lamely in the verfe.

Cel. But didst thou hear without wondring, how thy name (should be hang'd) and carved upon these trees ?

Ref. I was seven of the nine days out of wonder, before you came: for look here what I found on a Palm tree; I was never so berim'd since Pytbageras time that I was an Irith Rat, which I can hardly remember.

Cel. Tro you, who hath done this ?

Ref. Is it a man ?

Cel. And a chain that you once wore, about his neck: change your colour ?

Ref. I prethee who ?

Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but Mountains may be remov'd with Earthquakes, and so encounter.

Ref. Nay, but who is it ?

Cel. Is it possible ?

Ref. Nay, I prethee now, with moſt petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and moſt wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hoping.

Ref. Good my complexion, doſt thou think though I am caparifon'd like a man, I have a doublet and a hofe in my diſpoſition ? One inch of delay more, is a fourth ſea of diſcovery. I prethee tell me, who is it quickly, and ſpeak apace : I would thou couldſt ſtammer, that thou might't ſput this concealed man out of thy mouth, as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I prethee take the Cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Ref. Is he of Godsmaking ? What manner of man ? Is his head worth a hat ? or his chin worth a beard ?

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Ref. Why God will ſend more, if the man will be thankful; let me ſtay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tript up the Wraſtlers heels, and your heart, both in an inſtant.

Ref. Nay, but the Devil take mocking: ſpeak ſad brow, and true maid.

Cel. I'faith (Coz) 'tis he.

Ref. Orlando ?

Cel. Orlando.

Ref. Alas the day, what ſhall I do with my doublet and hofe ? What did he when thou faw't him ? What faid he ? How look'd he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ask for me ? Where remains he ? How parted he with thee ? And then ſhall thou fee him again ? Anſwer me in one word.

Cel. You muſt borrow me Gargantuaes mouth firſt: 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages ſize: to ſay I and no, to theſe particulars, is more than to anſwer in a Catechism.

Ref. But doth he know that I am in this Forreſt, and in mans apparel ? Looks he as freſhly as he did the day he Wraſtled ?

Cel. It is as eafe to count Atomes as to reſolve the propoſitions of a Lover: but take a tafe of my finding him, and reſtill it with good obſervance. I found him under a tree like a dropp'd Acorn.

Ref. It may well be call'd Joves tree, when it drops forth fuch fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good Madam.

Ref. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he stretch'd along like a Wounded knight.

Ref. Tho it be pitty to ſee ſuch a fight, it well becomes the ground.

Cel. Cry halla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curveth unfeafonably. He was furniſh'd like a hunter.

Ref. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart.
Cel. I would ſing my ſong without a burthen, though bring't me out of true.

Ref. Do you not know I am a woman, when I think I muſt ſpeak: ſweet, lay on.

Enter Orlando and Jaques.

Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not near ?

Ref. 'Tis he, ſling by, and note him.

Jaq. I thank you for your company; but good faith, I had as lief have been my self alone.

Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion ſake I thank you too, for your society.

Jaq. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can.

Orl. I do define we may be better ſtrangers.

Jaq. I pray you marre no more trees with Writing Love-longs in their barks.

Orl. I pray you marre no more of my verſes with reading them ilfavouredly.

Jaq. Rofalinde is your loves name?

Orl. Yes, Juff.

Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orl. There was no thought of pleafing you when ſhe was chriſten'd.

Jaq. What ſtature is the ſhe of ?

Orl. Juff as high as my heart.

Jaq. You are full of pretty anſwers; have you not been acquainted with goldſmiths wives, & cond them out of rings.

Orl. Not fo: but I anſwer you right painted cloath, from whence you have studied your queſtions.

Jaq. You have a nible wit; I think 'twas made of Attalanta's heels. Will you fit down with me, and we two will rail againſt our Miſtreſs the world, and all our mifery.

Orl. I will chide no brother in the world but my ſoil againſt whom I know no ſaults.

Jaq. The work ſault you have, is to be in love.

Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your beſt virtue. I am weary of you.

Jaq. By my troth, I was feeking for a Fool, when I found you.

Orl. He is drown'd in the brook, look but in, and you ſhall fee him.

Jaq. There I ſhall fee mine own figure.

Orl. Which I take to be either a Fool, or a Cipher.

Jaq. Ple tarry no longer with you, farewell good figuor or Love.

Orl. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Momeſieur Melancholy.

Ref. I will ſpeak to him like a fawcy Lacky, and under that habit play the knave with him: do you hear Forreſter?

Orl. Very well, what would you ?

Ref. I pray you, what is't a clock ?

Orl. You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock in the Forreſt.

Ref. Then there is no true Lover in the Forreſt, eſſe fighting every minute, and groaning every hour would deſtect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock.

Orl. And why not the ſwift foot of time ? Had not that been as proper ?

Ref. By no means fir; Time travels in divers places, with divers perſons; Ile tell you who Time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he ſtands ſtill withal.

Orl. I prethee, whom doth he trot withall ?

Ref. Marry he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is ſolemniz'd:

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if the interim be but a fennight, Times pace is so hard
that it feems the length of seven years.

Orl. Who ambles time withal ?

Rof. With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man
that hath not the Gout: for the one fleeps easily becaufe
he cannot fludy, and the other lives merrily, becaufe he
feels no pain: the one lacking the burthen of lean and
wasteful Learning; the other knowing no burthen of heavy
tedious penury. Thefe time ambles withal.

Orl. Whom doth he gallop withal ?

Rof. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go
as fofly as foot can fall, he thinks himfelf too foon
there.

Orl. VVhom flays it fill withal ?

Rof. VVith Lawyers in the vacation; for they fleep be-
tween Term and Term, and then they perceive not how
time moves.

Orl. VVhere dwell you, pretty youth ?

Rof. VVith this Spherdeels my fitter: here in the
skirts of the Forreft, like fringe upon a petticoat.

Orl. Are you native of this place ?

Rof. As the Cony that you fee dwell where ſhe is kind-
led.

Orl. Your accent is ſomething finer, than you could
purchafe in ſo removed a dwelling.

Rof. I have been told ſo of many: but indeed, an old re-
ligious Unkle of mine taught me to ſpeak, who was in
his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtſhip too
well; for there he fell in love; I have heard him read ma-
ny Lectures againſt it, I thank God, I am not a VVoman
to be touch'd with ſo many giddy offences as he hath
generally tax'd their whole ſex withal.

Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils that
he laid to the charge of women ?

Rof. There were none principal, they were all like one
another, as half-pence one, every ones fault feeming mon-
trous, till his fellow ſault came to match it.

Orl. I prethee recount ſome of them.

Rof. No: I will not caſt away my physick, but on thofe
that are ſick. There is a man haunts the Forreſt, that a-
bufes our young plants with carving Rofalind on their
barks; hangs Odes upon Hawthorns, and Elegies on bram-
bles; all (for ſoorth) deifying the name of Rofalind. If
I could meet that Fancy-monger, I would give him ſome
good confel, for he feems to have the Quotidian of Love
upon him.

Orl. I am he that is ſo Love-ſhak'd; I pray you tell me
your remedy.

Rof. There is none of my Unkles marks upon you;
he taught me how to know a man in love: in which cage
of rufhes, I am ſure you are not prifoner.

Orl. What were his marks ?

Rof. A lean cheek, which you have not; a blew eye
and unken, which you have nor; an unquettionable ſpirit
which you have not: a beard neglected, which you have
not: (but I pardon you for that, for ſimply your having no
beard, is a younger brothers revenue ) then your hofe
should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your ſleeve
unbutton'd, your ſhoo until'd, and every thing about you
demonſtrating a careleſs defolation; but you are no ſuch
man, you are rather a point device in your accoutreſtments,
as loving your ſelf; than ſeeming the Lover of any other.

Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe
I Love.

Rof. Me believe it? You may as ſoon make her that you
Love believe it, which I warrant ſhe is apter to do, than
to confes ſhe do's: that is one of the points, in the which
women ſtill give the youth their confidences. But in good
footh, are you he that hangs the verſes on the trees, where-
in Rofalind is to admired ?

Orl. I wear to thee youth, by the white hand of Ro-
falind! I am he, that unfortunate he.

Rof. But are you ſo much in love as your rimes ſpeak ?

Orl. Neither rime nor reafon can exprefſe how much.

Rof. Love is merely a madneſs; and I tell you, deferves
as well a dark houſe, and a whip, as mad men do: and
the reafon why they are not ſo puniſh'd and cured, is that
the Lunacy is ſo ordinary, that the whippers are in love
too: yet I profefs curing it by counſel.

Orl. Did you ever cure any ſo ?

Rof. Yes one, and in this manner: He was to imagine
me his Love, his Miftrefſs: and I fet him every day to woo
me. At which time would I, being but a mooniſh youth,
grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and lik ing, proud,
tantastical, apiſh, ſhallow, inconſtant, full of tears, full of
iſimes: for every paffion ſomething, and for no paffion
truly any thing, as boys and women are for the moſt
part cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath
him; then entertain him, then forſwear him; now weep
for him, then ſpit at him; that I drave this ſuitor for his
mad humour of love, to a living humour of madneſs,
which was to forſwear the full ſtream of the world, and
to live in a nook meerly Monaſtick: and thus I cur'd him,
and this way will I take upon me to wath your Liver as
clear as a found ſleeps heart, that there ſhall not be one
ipot of love in't.

Orl. I would not be cur'd youth.

Rof. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rofa-
lind, and come every day to my Coat, and woo me.

Orl. Now by the faith of my love, I will; Tell me
where it is.

Rof. Go with me to it, and I ple ſhew it you: and by
the way, you ſhall tell me where in the Forreſt you live:
Will you go?

Orl. With all my heart, good youth.

Rof. Nay, Nay, you muſt call me Rofalind: Come ſifter
will you go ? Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

### Enter Clown, Audrey, and Jaques.

Clo. Come apace good Audrey, I will fetch up your
Goats, Audrey: and now Audrey, am I the man yet ?
Doth my ſimple feature content you ?

Aud. Your features, Lord warrant us: what features?

Clo. I am here with thee, and thy Goats, as the moſt
capricious Poet honest Ovid was among the Goths.

Jaq. O knowledg ill inhabited, worſe than Jove in a
thatch't houſe.

Clo. When a mans verſes cannot be underſood, nor a
mans good wit ſeconded with the forward child, under-
ſtanding: it ſtrikes a man more dead than a great reckon-
ing in a little room; truly, I would the Gods had made
thee Poetical.

Aud. I do not know what Poeticial is: is it honest in
deed and word: is it a true thing?

Clo. No truly: for the trueſt Poetry is the moſt faſ-
ing, and Lovers are given to Poetry: and what they
ſwear in Poetry, may be ſaid as Lovers, they doe ſeign.

Aud. Do you wifh then that the Gods had made me
Poetical?

Clo. I do truly: for thou ſwear't to me thou art ho-
neſt; Now if thou wert a Poer, I might have ſome hope
thou didst ſeign.

Aud. Would you not have me honest?

Clo. No truly, unleſs thou wert hard-ſavour'd: for
honesty coupled to beauty, is to have Honey a fawce to
Sugar.

Jaq. A material fool.

Aud. Well, I am not fair, and therefore I pray the Gods
make me honest.

Clo. Truly, and to caſt away honetne upon a ſoul ſut,
were to put good meat into an unclean diſh.

Aud. I am not a ſut, though I thank the Gods I am
foul.

Clo. Well, praiſed be the Gods for thy ſoulneſt:
fluttuſhneſt.

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fluttishnefs may come hereafter. But be it, as it may be,
I will marry thee : and to that end, I have been with Sir
Oliver Mar-text, the Vicar of the next Village, who hath
promis'd to meet me in this place of the Forreft, and to
couple us.

Jaq. I would fain fee this meeting.

Aud. Well, the Gods give us joy.

Clo. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart,
ftagger in this attempt; for here we have no Temple but
the Wood ; no affembly but Horn beaſts. But what tho ?
Courage. A ſhorns are odious, they are neceffary. It is
faſd, many a man knows no end of his goods ; right : ma-
ny a man has good Horns, and knows no end of them.
Well, that is the dowry of his wife, 'tis none of his own
getting ; horns, even ſo poor men alone ; No, no, the no-
bleſt Deer hath them as huge as the Rafeal: Is the Single
man therefore bleſſed ? No, as a wall'd Town is more wor-
thier than a village, ſo is the forchead of a married man
more honourable than the bare brow of a Batcheller:
and by how much defence is better than no skill, by ſo much
is a horn more precious than to wanr.

Enter Sir Oliver Mar-text.

Here comes Sir Oliver : Sir Olver Mar-text, you are well m-t. Will you difpatch us here under this tree, or ſhall we go with you to your Chappel?

Ol. Is there none here to give the woman ?

Clo. I will not take her on gift of any man.

Ol. Truly ſhe muſt be given, or the marriage is not lawſul.

Jaq. Proceed, proceed ! I'le give her.

Clo. Good even, good M. What ye call't: how do
you Sir, you are very well met: godild you for your laſt
company, I am vety glad to fee you, even a ray in hand
here Sir : Nay, pray be covered.

Jaq. Will you be married, Motley?

Clo. As the Ox hath his bow fir, the horſe his curb,
and the Fa'con his bells, ſo man hath his defire, and as
Pigeons bill, ſo wedlock would be nibbling.

Jaq. And will you ( being a man of your breeding) be
married under a buſh like a beggar? Get you to Church,
and have a good Prief that can tell you what marriage is;
this fillow will but joyn you together as they joyn Wain-
ſcot, then one of you will prove a ſhrunk pannel, and like
green timber, warp, warp.

Clo. I am not in the mind, but I were better to be mar-
ried of him han of another; for he is not like to marry
me well; and not being well married, it will be a good
excufe for me hereafter to leave my wife.

Jaq. Go thou with me,
And let me counsel thee.

Clo. Come sweet Andro.

We muſt be married, or we muſt live in bawdry :

Farewell good M. Oliver : Not O fweet Oliver, O brave Oliver, leave me not behind thee: But wind away, be gone I fay, I will not to wedding with thee.

Ol. 'Tis no matter ; ne're a fantafical knave of them all ſhall flout me out of my calling.

### Scena Quarta.

Enter Rosalind and Celia.

Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep,

Cel. Do I prethee, but yet have the Grace to confider
that tears do not become a man.

Ros. But have I not cauſe to weep?

Cel. As good cauſe as one would defire,
Therefore weep.

Ros. His very hair

Is of the diſembling colour.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's :
Marry, his kiffes are Judas's, own children.

Ros. I'faith his hair is of a good colour.

Cel. An excellent colour :

Your Cheſnut was ever the onely colour.

Ros. And his kiffing is as full of ſanctity,
As the touch of holy bread.

Cel. He hath bought a pair of eſaſt lips of Diana ; a
nun of winters ſifterhood kiffes not more religiouſly, the
very ice of chaſtness is in them.

Ros. But why did ſe wear he would come this morning,
and comes not ?

Cel. Nay certainly there is no truth in him.

Ros. Do you think ſo ?

Cel. Yes, I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horſe-ſteal-
er: but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave
as a covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.

Ros. Not true in love ?

Cel. Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.

Ros. You have heard him ſwear downright he was.

Cel. Was, is not is : beſides, the oath of a Lover is no
ſtronger than the word of a tapfter, they are both the con-
firmers of ſalſe reckonings; he arcends here in the forreſt on
the Duke, your Father

Ros. I met the Duke yefterday, and had much queſt-
on with him : he askt me of what parentage I was ; I told
him of as good as he; so he laugh'd, and let me go. But what
talk we of Fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?

Cel. O that's a brave man, he writes brave verſes, ſpeaks
brave words, ſwears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely,
quite travers athwart the heart of his lover, as a puſing
Tilter, that ſpurs his horſe but on one ſide, breaks his
ſtaff like a noble goofe ; but all's brave that youth mounts,
and folly guides : who comes here ?

Enter Corin.

Corin. Miftrefes and Mafter, you have enquired
After the Shepherd that complain'd of love,
Whom you ſaw fitting by me on the Turf,
Praſing the proud diſdainful Shepherd\That was his Miftrefes.

Cel. Well, and what of him ?

Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly plaid
Between the pale complexion of true Love,
And the red glow of ſcorn and proud diſdain,
Go hence a little and I ſhall conduct you,
If you will mark it.

Ros. O come let us remove,
The fight of Lovers feedeth thate in love :
Bring us to this fight, and you ſhall ſay
I'le prove a busy aſtor in their play.

Exeunt.

### Scena Quinta.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Sil. Sweet Phebe do not ſcorn me, do not, Phebe,
Say that you love me nor, but lay not in
bitternefs; the common executioner,
Whole heart th' accuſtom'd fight of death makes hard,
Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,
But fight beggs pardon? will you ſterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin.

Phe. I would not be thy executioner,
I ſlie thee, for I would not injure thee ;
Thou tell't me there is murther in mine eyes :
'Tis pretty ſure, and very probable,
That eyes that are the frail't and left'things,
Who flut their coward gates at atomies,
Should be called tyrants, butchers, murtherers.
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee :
Now counterfeit to ſwound, why now fall down,
Or if thou can't not, oh for ſhame, for ſhame,
Lye not, to ſay mine eyes are murtherers:
Now ſhow the wound mine eye hath made in thee;
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains

Some

["As you like it.", "181", "Some tear of it: Lean but upon a ruin,", "The Cicatrice and capable imprecision", "Thy Palmfome moment keeps; but now mine eyes", "Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not,", "Nor I am fure there is no force in eyes", "That can do hurt.", "Sil. O dear Phebe,", "If ever (as that ever may be near)", "You met in fome treft check the power of fancy,", "Then fhall you know the wounds invifible", "That loves keen arrows make.", "Phe. But till that time", "Come not thou near me; and when that time comes,", "Affright me with thy wock, pity men not,", "As till that time I fhall not pitty thee.", "Ref. And why I pray you who might be your mother", "That you infult, exult, and all at once", "Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty", "As by my faith, I fee no more in you", "Than without Candle may go dark to bed", "Muft you be therefore proud and pitieles ?", "Why what means this? why do you look on me?", "I fee no more in you than in the ordinary", "Of natures fale-work ? 'ods my little life,", "I think the means to tangle mine eyes too:", "No faith, proud Miftrefes, hope not after it,", "'Tis not your inky brows, your black filk hair,", "Your bugle eye-balls, nor your check of cream", "That can entame my piects to your worthip.", "You foolifh Shepherd, wherefore do you follow her", "Like foggy South, puffing with wind and rain,", "You are a thoufand times a properer man", "Than flue a woman. 'Tis fuch fooks as you", "That makes the world full of ill-favoured children :", "'Tis not her glafs, but you that flatters her,", "And out of you ſhe ſees her ſelf more proper", "Than any of her lineaments can ſhow her :", "But Miftrefes, know your ſel, down on your knees", "And thank Heaven, faſting for a good man's love ;", "For I muſt tell you friendly in your ear,", "Sell when you can, you are not for all markets :", "Cry the man merc, love him; take his offer,", "Foul is moſt foul, being foul to be a ſe offer.", "So take her to thee, Shepherd, fare you well.", "Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together,\nI had rather hear you chide than this man wooe.", "Ref. He's fall'n in love with your foulneſs, and ſhe'll", "Fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as faſt", "As the anſwers thee with frowning looks, I'le ſauce", "Her with bitter words: Why look you ſo upon me ?", "Phe. For no ill will I bear you.", "Ref. I pray you do not fall in love with me,", "For I am falſer than vows made in wine :", "Besides, I like you not: if you will know my house,", "'Tis at the ruit of Olives, here hard by :", "Will you go Sifter ? Shepherd ply her hard :", "Come Sifter Shepherdels, look on him better", "And be not proud, tho' the world could fee,", "None could be ſo abufed in fight as he.", "Come to our flock.", "Exit.", "Phe. Deed Shepherd, now I find thy law of might,", "Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first fight?", "Sil. Sweet Ph. be.", "Phe. Hah: what fay,ſt thou Silvius ?", "Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.", "Phe. Why I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius.", "Sil. Where ever forrow is, relief would be :", "If you do forrow at my grief in love,", "By giving love, your forrow and my grief", "Were both extermin'd.", "Phe. Thou haſt my love, is not that neighbourly ?", "Sil. I would have you.", "Phe. Why that were covetouſe ns :", "Silvius; the time was, that I hated thee ;", "And yet it is not that I bear thee love,", "But ſince that thou canſt talk of, love ſo well,", "Thy company, which erſt was irkſome to me,", "I will endure; and Ile employ thee too :", "But do not look for further recompence.", "Than thine own gladneſs, that thou art imployed.", "Sil. So holy, and ſo perſſt is my love,", "And ſuch a poverty of grace,", "That I fhall think it a moſt plentious crop", "To glean the broken ears after the man", "That the main harvest reaps: loſe now and then", "A scattered ſmile, and that Ile live upon.", "( while ?", "Phe. Know'ſt thou the youth that ſpoke to me ere-", "Sil. Nor very well, but I have met him off ;", "And he harb bought the Cottage and the bounds,", "That the old Carlot once was Maſter of.", "Phe. Think not I love him, tho I ask for him ;", "'Tis but a peevifh boy, yet he talks well,", "But what care I for words ? yet words do well,", "When he that ſpeaks them pleafes thathe that hear :", "It is a pretty youth, not very pretty,", "But ſure he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him ;", "H.'l make a proper man: the beſt thing in him", "Is his complexion: and aſter than his tongue", "Did make offence, his eye did heal it up :", "He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall ;", "His legis but ſo ſo, and yet 'tis well,", "There was a pretty redneſs in his lip,", "A little riper, and more luſty red", "Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 'twas juſt the difference", "Betwixt the confanſt red, and mingled Damask.", "There be ſome women. Silvius, had they mark'd him", "in parcels as I did, would have gone near", "To fall in love with him; but for my part", "I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet", "I have more cauſe to hate him than to love him,", "For what had he to do to chide at me ?", "He faid mine eyes were black, and my hair black,", "And now I am remembred, ſcorn'd at me ;", "I marvel why I anſWERED not again,", "But that's all one; omitance is no quittance.", "I'le write to him a very taunting Letter,", "And thou ſhalt bear it wilth thou, Silvius ?", "Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.", "Phe. I'le write it ſtraight ;", "The matters in my head, and in my heart,", "I will be bitter with him, and paſſing ſhort ;", "Go with me, Silvius.", "Exeunt.", "Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.", "Enter Rofalinde, and Celia, and Jaquer.", "Jaq. I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquaint\ned with thee.", {"bbox": [460, 1091, 741,

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As you like it.

to be fad : I fear you have fold your own Lands, to fee o-
ther mens ; then to have feen much, and to have nothing,
is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

Jaq Yes, I have gain'd my experience.

Enter Orlando.

Ref. And your experience makes you fad : I had rather
have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make
me fa', and to travel for it too.

Orl. Good day, and happineſs, dear Rofalinde.

Jaq. Nay then God buy you, and you talk in blank
verfe. Exit.

Ref. Farewell Mounfieur Traveller ; look you lifp, and
wear ſtrange ſuits ; difable all the benefits of your own
Country: be out of love with your nativity, and almost
chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I
will ſearce think you have fwam in a Gundello. Why
how now Orlando, where have you been all this while? you
a lover ? and you ſerve me ſuch another trick, never come
in my fight more.

Orl. My fair Rofalinde, I come within an hour of my
promise.

Ref. Break an hours promife in love ? he that will di-
vide a minute into a thouſand parts, and break but a part
of the thoulaud part of a minute in the affairs of love, it
may be faid of him, that Cupid hath clapt him oth' thouſ-
der, but he warrant him heart-whole.

Orl. Pardon me dear Rofalinde.

Ref. Nay, and you be ſo tardy, come no more in my
fight, I had as lief be Wood of a Snail.

Orl. Of a Snail ?

Ref. I, of a Snail; for tho he comes flowely, he carries
his houſe on his head : a better jointure I think than you
make a woman : besides, he brings his deftiny with
him.

Orl. What's that ?

Ref. Why horns ; which ſuch as you are faіn to be be-
holding to your wives ſor : but he comes armed in his for-
tune, and prevents the ſlnder of his wife.

Orl. Vertue is no horn-maker : and my Rofalinde is ver-
tuous.

Ref. And I am your Rofalinde.

Cel. It pleafes him to call you ſo ; but he hath a Rofa-
linde of a better leer than you.

Ref. Come, woo me, woo me: for now I am in a ho-
ly-day humour, and like enough to confent : What would
you ſay to me now, and I were your very, very Rofa-
linde ?

Orl. I would kifs before I ſpoke.

Ref. Nay you were better ſpeak firſt, and when you
were gravell'd for lack of matter, you might take occafion
to kifs ! very good Orators when they are out, they will
firſt, and for lovers, lacking (God warn us) matter, the
cleanliet ſhift is to kifs.

Orl. How if th: kifs be denied ?

Ref. Then ſhe puts you to entreaty, and there begins
new matter.

Orl. Who could be out, being before his Beloved Mi-
ſtreſ ?

Ref. Marry that ſhould you if I were your Miftrels, or
I ſhould think my honeſty ranker than my wit.

Orl. What, of my ſuit?

Ref. Not out of your apparrel, and yet out of your
ſuit.

Am not I your Rofalinde ?

Orl. I take fome joy to ſay you are, because I would be
talking of her.

Ref. Well, in her perſon, I ſay I will not have you.

Orl. Then in mine own perſon, I dye.

Ref. No faith, die by Attorney : the poor world is
a'moft fix thouland years old, and in all this time there
was not any man died in his own perſon (videlicet) in
a love caufe: Troilus had his brain daff'd out with a

Grecian club, yet he did what he could to die before he
is one of the patterns of love. Learders, he would
have liv'd many a fair year, tho Erold had turnd up his
口
it had not been for a hot Midsummer-night, for (good
youth) he went but forth to wash in the Hellelfontain, and
being taken with the cramp, was drown'd, and the ſoil
Chroniclers of that age, found it was Erold of ſo
But theſe are all lies, men have died from time to time, and
worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Orl. I would not have my right Rofalinde of this mind,
for I proteſer her frown might kill me.

Ref. Ey this hand, it will not kill a ſle ; but come I
I will be your Rofalinde in a more coming-on diſpoſi-
and ask me what you will, I will grant it.

Orl. Then love me, Rofalinde.

Ref. Yes faith will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and
all.

Orl. And wilt thou have me ?

Ref. I, and twenty ſuch.

Orl. What faſt thou ?

Ref. Are you not good?

Orl. I hope so.

Rofalinde. Why then, can one define too much of
good thing: Come firſter, you ſhall be the Friſt, and me-
ry us: give me your hand Orlando: VWhat do you la
firſter ?

Orl. Pray thee marry us.

Cel. I cannot ſay the words.

Ref. You muſt begin, will you Orlando.

Cel. Go to ; will you Orlando have to wife this Rofalinde?

Orl. I will.

Ref. But when ?

Orl. VVhy now, as ſaſt as ſhe can marry us.

Ref. Then you muſt ſay, I take thee Rofalinde in
wife.

Orl. I take thee Rofalinde for wife.

Ref. I might ask you for your commiffion,
But I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a
goes before the Priſet, and certainly a woman's thought
runs before her actions.

Orl. So do all thoughts, they are wing'd.

Ref. Now tell me how long you would have her, and
you have poffeſt her ?

Orl. For ever and a day.

Ref. Say a day, without the ever : No, no Orlandons
are April when they woo, December when they wed.
Maidens are May when they are maids, but the sky da-
ges when they are wives ; I will be more jealous of the
than a Barby cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous
than a Parrat against rain ; more new-fangled than
an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey; I la-
weep for nothing like Diana in the Fountain, and I will
do that when you are diſpoſ'd to be merry: I will
laugh like a Hyen, and that when thou art incluſed to
fleep.

Orl. But will my Rofalinde do ſo ?

Ref. By my life ſhe will do as I do.

Orl. O but he is wife.

Ref. Or else ſhe could not have the wit to do this : the
wifer, the waywarder : make the doors upon a woman's
and it will out at the cafement: ſhut that, and 'twill out
at the key-hole: ſtop that, it will flye with the smoak out
the chimney.

Orl. A man that had a wife with ſuch a wit, he might
ſay, wit whither witt?

Ref. Nay, you might keep that cheek for it, till you
met your wives wit going to your neighbours bed.

Orl. And what wit could wit have to excufe that ?

Ref. Marry to ſay, ſhe came to ſee you there: you that
never take her without her anſwer, unless you take her
withour her tongue: O that woman that cannot make her
fault her husbands occafion, let her never nurſe her chil-
her ſelf, for ſhe will breed it like a fool.

As you like it.

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Orl. For these two hours, *Rosalinde*. I will leave thee.

Rof. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.

Orl. I must attend the Duke at dinner, by two a clock I will be with thee again.

Rof. I, go your ways, go your ways: I knew what you would prove, my friends told me as much, and I thought no less; that flattering tongue of yours won me ; 'tis but one caft away, and so come death: two o'clock is your hour.

Orl. I sweet *Rosalinde*.

Rof. By my troth, and in good earneſt, and so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promife, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the moſt pathetical break-promife, and the moſt hollow lover, and the moſt unworthy of her you call *Rosalinde*, that may be chosen out of the groſs band of the unfaithful ; therefore beware my cenſure, and keep your promife.

Orl. With no leſs religion, than if thou wert indeed my *Rosalinde*; ſo adieu.

Rof. Well, Time is the old Juitice that examines all ſuch offenders, and let time try : adieu. Exit.

Cel. You have simply miſſ'd our ſex in your love-prate : we must have your doublet and hoſe pluckt over your head, and ſhow the world what the bird hath done to her own neſt.

Rof. O coz, coz, coz ; my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love ; but it cannot be founded : my affection hath an unknown bottom like the Bay of Portugal.

Cel. Or rather bottomleſs, that as ſaſt as you pour affection in, it runs out.

Rof. No, that fame wick'd Baſtard of *Venns*, that was begor of thought, conceiv'd of ſpleen, and born of madneſs, that blind raſcally boy, that abufe every ones eyes, becauſe his own are our, let him be judg, how deep I am in love ; I'll tell thee *Aliena*, I cannot be out of the fight of *Orlands* : I'll go find a ſhadow, and fight till he come.

Cel. And I'll eep.

Exeunt.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Jaques and Lords, Forreſters.

Faq. Which is he that killed the Deer ?

Lord. Sir, it was I.

Faq. Let's preſent him to the Duke like a Roman Conqueror, and it would do well to fer the Deers horns upon his head, for a branch of Vixtory; have you no ſong Forreſter for this purpole ?

Lord. Yes, Sir.

Faque. Sing it : 'tis no matter how it be in tune, ſo it make noife enough.

### Mufick, Song.

What shall he have that killed the Deer ?

His Leather skin and horns to wear ;

Tnen ſinſ him home, the reſt shall bear this burthen ;

Take thou no ſcorn to wear the horn,

It was a creſt ere thou waſt born,

Thy fathers father wore it,

And thy father bore it,

The horn, the horn, the luffy horn,

Is not a thing to laugh to ſcorn.

Exeunt.

## Scena

## Scena Tertia.

Enter *Rosalinde* and *Celia*.

Rof. How ſay you now, is it not paſt two a clock ?

And here much *Orlando*.

Cel. I warrant you with pure love and troubled brain.

Enter Silvius.

He hath ta'nè his bow and arrows, and is gone forth To ſleep : look who comes here.

Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth,

My gentle *Phebe*, bid me give you this :

I knew not the contents, but as I gueſt

By the ſtern brow, and waproſh action

Which ſhe did uſe as ſhe was writing of it,

It bears an angry tenure ; pardon me,

I am but as a guiltsleſs meſſenger.

Rof. Patience her ſelf would ſtartle at this letter,

And play the fwiaggerer, bear this, bear all :

She ſays I am not fair, that I lack manners,

She calls me proud, and that ſhe could not love me

Were man as rare as Phenix : 'od's my will,

Her love is not the Hare that I did hunt,

Why writes the fo to me ? Well Shepherd, well,

This is a letter of your own device.

Sil. No, I proteſt, I know not the contents, Phebe did write it.

Rof. Come come, you are a fool,

And turn'd into the extremity of love.

I ſaw her hand, ſhe has a leathern hand,

A free ſtone coloured hand : I verily did think

That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands ;

She has a hufwives hand, but that's no matter ;

I ſay ſhe never did invent this letter,

This is a man's invention, and his hand :

Sil. Sure it is hers.

Rof. Why, 'tis a boifterous and a cruel ſtle,

A ſtle for challengers ; why, ſhe defies me,

Like Turk to Chriſtian ; women's gentle brain

Could not drop forth ſuch giant rude invention,

Such Ethiop words, blacker in their Eſſet

Than in their countenance ; will you hear the letter ?

Sil. So pleafe you, for I never heard it yet ;

Yet heard too much of Phebes cruelt)',

Rof. She Phebes me ; mark how the ryant writes,

Read. Art thou god, to ſhepherd turn'd?

That a maidens heart bath burn'd ?

Can a woman rail thus.

Sil. Call you this railing ?

Rof. Read. Why, thy godhead laid apart,

Waſt thou with a womans heart ?

Did you ever hear ſuch railing?

Whiles the eye of man did wooe me,

That could do no vengeance to me.

Meaning me a beaſt.

If the ſcorn of your bright cyne

Have power to raiſe ſuch love in m'ne,

Alack, in me, what ſtrange eſſet

Would they work in mild eſpect ?

Whiles you chid me, I did love,

How then might your prayers move me ?

He that brings this love to thee,

Little knows this love in me :

And by his feet up thy mind,

Whether that thy youth and kind

Will the faithful offer take

Of me, and all that I can make,

Or else by him my love deny,

And then I'll study how to dye.

Sil.

As you like it.

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Sil. Call you this chiding ?
Cel. Alas poor shepherd.
Ref. Do you pity him ? No, he deferves no pity : wilt thou love such a woman ? What to make thee an intrument, and play false strings upon thee ? not to be endured. Well, go your way to her, ( for I see love hath made thee a tame snake ) and fay this to her : That if the love me, I charge her to love thee : if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her : if you be a true lover, hence, and not a word ; for here comes more company.
Exit. Sil.

Enter Oliver.

know)
Oliv. Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, ( if you Wherein the Purlews of this Forreft stands. A sheep-coat, fenced about with Olive-trees.

Cel. Weft of this place down in the neighbour bottom
The rank of Officers, by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand, bring you to the place:
But at this hour the house doth keep it self,
There's none within.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then should I know you by description,
Such garments, and such years: the boy is fair,
Of female favour, and beftows himself
Like a ripe Sifter : But the woman low
And bro wnner than her brother : are not you
The owner of the houfe I did enquire for ?
Cel. It is no boat being ask'd, to fay we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
And to that youth he calls his Rofalinde,
He fends this bloody Napkin; are you he?
Ref. I am; what muft we underftand by this?
Oli. Some of my ſhame, if you will know of me
What man I am, and how, and why, and where-
This handkercher was ſkin'd,

Cel. I pray you tell it.

Oli. When laft the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promife to return again

Within an hour, and pacing through the Forreft,
Chewing the food of tweet and bitter fancy,
Lo what befel; he threw his eye alide,
And mark what obj'ct did prefent it self
Under an old Oak, whole bows were mof'd with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity;
A wretched ragged man, ore-grown with hair
Lay sleeping on his back ; about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd it self,
Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd it self,
And with indented glides did flip away
Into a buff, under whole buffes ſhade
A Lionefs, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching head on ground, with catlike watch
When that the sleeping man ſhould ſtir; for 'tis
The royal dispoſition of that beaſt
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead ;
This ſeen, Orlando did approach the man,
And found, it was his brother, his elder brother.

Cel. O I have heard him ſpeak of that fame brother,
And he did render him the moſt unnatural
That liv'd amongst men.

Oli. And well he might ſo do,
For well I know he was unnatural.

Ref. But to Orlando ; did he leave him there
Food to the fuck'd and hungry Lionefs :
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purp'st'd fo ;
But Kindneſs nobler ever than revenge,
And nature ſtronger than his juſt occafion,
Made him give battel to the Lionefs ;
Who quickly ſell before him, in which hurtling
From miferable flumber I awaked.

Cel. Are you his brother ?

Ref. Was't you he refu'd ?

Cel. Was't you that did ſo oft contrive to kill him?

Oli. 'Twas t; but 'tis not t; I do not ſhame

To tell you what I was, ſince my converſion

So fweetly taſts, being the thing I am.

Ref. But for the bloody napkin ?

Oli. By and by.

When from the flight to laſt betwixt two,
Tears our recountments had moſt kindly bath'd,
As how I came into that defert place.

In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,
Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment,
Committing me unto my brothers love,
Who led me infantly unto his Cave,

There ſtript himself, and here upon his arm
The Lionefs had torn ſome ſlesh away,
Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
And cri'd in fainting upon Rofalinde.

Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound,
And after ſome ſmall ſpace, being ſtrong at heart,
He ſent me hither, ſtranger as I am.

To tell this, that you might excufe

His broken promife, and to give this napkin

Died in his blood, unto the Shepherd youth,

That he in ſport doth call his Rofalinde.

Cel. Why how now Ganimed, tweet Ganimed?

Oli. Many will Iwoon when they do look on blood.

Cel. There is no more in it ; Coſin Ganimed.

Oli. Look he recovers.

Ref. I would I were at home.

Cel. We'll lead you thither.

I pray you take him by the arm.

Oli. Be of good cheer, youth: you a man ?

You lack a man's heart.

Ref. I do ſo, I confess it.

Ah firra, a body would think this was well counterfeited,
I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited
heigh-ho.

Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great difference
in your complexion, that it was paffion of ear-
neſt.

Ref. Counterfeit, I affure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterſtik to
be a man.

Ref. So I do : but I'faith, I ſhould have been a woman
by right.

Cel. Come, you look paler and paler : pray you draw
homewards; good fir, go with us.

Oli. That will I ; for I muſt bear anſwer back
How you excufe my brother, Rofalinde.

Ref. I ſhall devife ſomething : but I pray you commend
my counterfeiting to him ; will you go?

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Clown and Audrie.

Clo. We ſhall find a time Audrie, patience gentle Audrie.

And. Faith the Prieft was good enough, for all the old
gentlemans faying.

Clo. A moſt wicked Sir Oliver, Audrie, a moſt vile Mat-
text. But Audrie, there is a youth here in the Forreſt
lays claim to you.

And, I, I know who 's iſ ; he hath no intereſt in me in
the world ; here comes the man you mean.

Enter William.

Clo. It is meat and drink to me to fee a Clowns by my
troth

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troth, we that have good Wits have much to anwer for:
we shall be flouting : we cannot hold.

Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.

And. God ye good ev'n, William.

Will. And good ev'n to you fir.

Clo. Good ev'n, gentle Friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; Nay, prethee be cover'd. How old are you, Friend?

Will. Five and twenty, fir.

Clo. A ripe age : is thy name William ?

Will. William, fir.

Clo. A fair name. Was't born i' th' Forrest here ?

Will. I fir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: a good anwer:

Art rich?

Will. 'Faith fir, fo, fo.

Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good: and yet it is not ; it is but fo, fo.

Art thou wife?

Will. I fir, I have a pretty Wit.

Clo. Why, thou fayeft well: I do now remember a fay-ing; The Fool doth think he is wife, but the wife man knows himſelf to be a Fool. The Heathen Philofopher, when he had a defire to eat a Grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby, that Grapes were made to eat, and Lips to open.

You do love this maid ?

Will. I do, fir.

Clo. Give me your hand : Art thou Learned ?

Will. No, fir.

Clo. Then learn this of me, To have, is to have. For it is a Figure in Rhetorick, that drink being poured out of a cup into a glafs, by filling the one, doth empty the other. For all your Writers do conſent, that ipſe is he: now you are not ipſe ; for I am he.

Will. Which he, fir ?

Clo. He fir, that uuſt marry this woman: Therefore you Clown, abandon: which is in the vulgar, leave the ſociety: which in the boorith, is company, of this Female: which in the common, is woman: which together, is, a bandon the ſociety of this Female; or, Clown, thou perſirvſt: or to thy better underſtanding, dieſt; or (to wit) I kill thee; make thee away, tranſulate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poyſon with thee, or in baſtinado, or in ſeel: I will bandy with thee in faſſiſon, I will o're-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.

VVill. God reſt you merry, fir.

Exit.

Enter Corin.

Cor. Our Maſter and Miftris feeks you: come away, a-
way.

Clo. Trip Audrey, trip Audrey, I attend,
I attend.

Exeunt

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Orlando and Oliver.

Or. Is't poffible, that on ſo little acquaintance you ſhould like her ? that, but feeing, you ſhould love her ? And loving woo ? and wooing, ſhe ſhould grant ? And will you perſevere to enjoy her ?

Ol. Neither call the giddineſs of it in queſtion, the poveſty of her, the ſinall acquaintance, my ſudden wooing, nor ſudden conſenting ; but ſay with me, I love Aliena: ſay with her, that ſhe loves me ; conſent with both, that we may enjoy each other : it ſhall be to your good ? For

my Father's House, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eſtate upon you, and here live and die a Shepherd.

Enter Rofalind.

Orl. You have my conſent.

Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will I Invite the Duke; and all's contented followers :

Go you, and prepare Aliena; for look you,
Here comes my Rofalinde.

Rof. God fave you, brother.

Orl. And you, fair lifter.

Rof. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a ſcarf.

Orl. It is my arm.

Rof. I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a Lion.

Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady.

Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to ſ wound, when he flew'd me your handkerchief ?

Orl. I, and greater wonders than that.

Rof. O, I know where you are: Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing to fudden, but the fight of two Rams, and Cefar's Thraſonical brag, of, I came, ſaw, and overcame: For your brother, and my lifter, no ſooner met, but they look'd; no ſooner look'd, but they lov'd; no ſooner lov'd, but they fight'd; no ſooner fight'd, but they ask'd one another the reaſon; no ſooner knew the reaſon, but they fought the remedy: and in theſe degrees have they made a pair of ſairs to marriage; which they will climb incontinent, or eſſe be incontinent before marriage; they are in the very wrath of Love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

Or. They ſhall be married to morrow: and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happineſs through another man's eyes: by ſo much the more ſhall I to morrow be at the height of heart heavineſs, by how much I ſhall think my brother happy, in having what he wifhes for.

Rof. Why then to morrow I cannot ſerve your turn for Rofalinde ?

Or. I can live no longer by thinking.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then (for now I ſpeak to me purpose) that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit. I ſpeak not this, that you ſhould bear a good opinion of my knowledg: infomuch (I ſay) I know you are: neither do I labour for a greater eſteem than may in ſome little measure draw a belief from you, to do your ſelf good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ſtange things: I have ſince I was three years old, converſt with a Magician, moſt profound in his heart, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalinde ſo near the heart, as your ſeulture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you ſhall marry her. I know into what ſtreights of Fortune ſhe is driven, and it is not impoffible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to ſet her before your eyes to morrow, humane as ſhe is, and without any danger.

Or. Speak it thou in ſober meanings ?

Rof. By my Life I do, which I tender dearly, tho I ſay I am a Magician: Therefore put you in your beſt array, bid your Friends: For if you will be married to morrow, you ſhall, and to Rofalinde, if you will.

Enter Silvius, and Phebe.

Look, here comes a Lover of mine, and a Lover of hers.

Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentlenefs,
To flew the Letter that I wri to you.

Rof. I care not if I have: it is my ſtudy
To ſeem dispuſeful and ungente to you :

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As you like it,

You are there followed by a faithful Shepherd ;

Look upon him, love him: he worships you.

Phe. Good Shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

S.I. It is to be made all of fights and tears,

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Or. And I for Rofalind.

Ref. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service,

And to am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Or. And I for Rofalind.

Ref. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantafie,

All made of paffion, and all made of wilhes,

All adoration, duty and obfervance,

All humbleneſs, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all obſervance ;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganimed.

Or. And so am I for Rofalind.

Ref. And so am I for no woman.

The. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ?

Or' If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Ref. Why do you speak too ? Why blame you me to love
you ?

Or. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Ref. Pray you no more of this; 'tis like the howling of
Irish Wolves againſt the Moon; I will help you if I can ; I
would love you if I could: To morrow meet me all together;
I will marry y. u, if ever I marry Woman, and I be marri-
ed to morrow: I will fatisſie you, if ever I fatisſed man, and
you shall be married to morrow. I will content you, if what
pleaſes you contents you, and you shall be married to mor-
row. As you love Rofalind meet, as you love Phebe meet, and
as I love no woman, Ile meet. So fare you well, I have left
you commends.

Sil. Ile not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Or. Nor I.

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

### Enter Clown and Audrey.

Clo. To morrow is the joyful day; Audrey, to morrow
will we be married.

An. I do defire it with all my heart : and I hope it is no
difhonest defice, to defire to be a woman of the world.
Here come two of the banifh Duke's Pages.

### Enter two Pages.

1. Pa. Well met honest Gentleman.

Clo. By my troth well met: come, fit, fit, and a ſong.

2. Pa. We are for you, fit it' th' middle.

1. Pa. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or
ſpitting, or laying we are hoarle, which are the only pro-
logues to a bad voice.

2. Pa. I' faith I' faith, and both in tune, like two Gypſes on
a horſe.

### Song.

It was a Lover and his Laſt,

With a key, and a ho, and a key nonino,

That o're the green corn field did paps

In the ſpring time; the only pretty rang time,

When birds do ſing, bey ding a ding, ding,

Sweet Lovers love the ſpring.

And therefore take the preſent time.

Wish a key, and a ho, and a key nonino ;

For love is eroued with the prime.

In ſpring-time, &c.

Between the acres of the Rie,

With a key, and a ho, and a key nonino ;

These ſe pretty Country folks would lie,

In the ſpring-time, &c.

The Carrot they began that hour,

How that a Life was but a Flower,

In the ſpring-time, &c.

Clo. Truly young Gentlemen, though there was no great
matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untonable.

1. Pa. You are deciv'd, fir, we keep time, we loft not our
time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loſt to hear a
a fooliſh ſong. God buy you, and God mend your voices.

Come Audrey.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver,
Celia.

Du. Sen. Doſt thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promiſed?

Or. I ſometimes do believe, and ſometimes do not;
As that he ſtarteth you, and know they fear.

### Enter Rofalinde, Silvius, and Phebe.

Ref. Patience once more, whiles our compaſt is uro'd.

You ſay, if I bring in your Rofalinde,

You will beſtow her on Orlando here?

Du. Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give with her

Ref. And you ſay you will have her when I bring her?

Or. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King.

Ref. You ſay you'l marry me, if I be willing.

Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ref. But if you do reſufe to marry me,

You'l give your self to this moſt faithful Shepherd.

Phe. So is the bargain.

Du. You ſay, that you'l have Phebe, if ſhe will?

Sil. Tho to have her and death were both one thing.

Ref. I have promiſ'd to make all this matter even:

Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your Daughter;

You yours, Orlando, to receive his Daughter:

Keep you your word, Phebe, that you'l marry me ;

Or eſle reſuting me, to wed this ſhepherd ;

Keep your word, Silvius, that you'l marry her,

If ſhe reſufe me; and from hence I go

To make theſe doubts all even.

### Exit Ref. and Celia.

Du. Sen. I do remembet in this ſhepherds boy,

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

Or. My Lord, the firſt time that I ever faw him,

Methought he was a brother to your daughter ;

But my good Lord, this boy is Forreſt born,

And hath been tutor'd in the Rudiments

Of many desperate ſtudies by his Unkle,
Who he reports to be a great Magician.

### Enter Clown and Audrey.

Obſcured in the circle of this Forreſt.

Jaq. There is ſure another flood toward, and theſe cou-
ple

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ples are coming to the Ark. Here comes a pair of very
itrange beaſts, which in all tongues are call'd Fools.

Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all.

Jaq. Good my Lord bid him welcome. This is the Mot-
ley-minded Gentleman that I have ſo often met in the For-
reſt: he hath been a Courtier he ſwears.

Cl. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation,
I have trod a meaſure, I have flattred a Lady, I have been
policick with my friend, smooth with mine enemy, I have
undone three Tailors, I have had four quarrels, and like to
have fought one.

Jaq. And how was that tane up?

Clo. Faith we met, and found the quarrel was upon the ſe-
venth caufe.

Jaq. How the ſeventh cauſe? Good my Lord, like this
fellow.

Du. Sen. I like him very well.

Clo. God'd you fir, I defire you of the like: I preſ in
here, fir, amongst the reſt of the Countrey copulatives, to
ſwear, and to forſwear, according as Marriage binds, and
blood breaks: a poor virgin, fir, an ill-favour'd thing, fir,
but mine own, a poor humour of mine, fir, to take that that
no man eſſ will: rich honeſty dwells like a mifer, fir, in a
poor house, as your Pearl in your Oyſter.

Du. Sen. By my Faith he is very ſwift and ſententious.

Clo. According to the Fool's bolt, fir, and ſuch dulcet dif-
cates.

Jaq. But for the ſeventh cauſe: How did you find the
quarrel on the ſeventh cauſe?

Clo. Upon a Lie ſeven times removed (bear your body
more feeming Audry) : as thus, fir: I did diflike the cut of a
certain Courtier's card: he ſint me word, I ſaid his
beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: this is
call'd the retort courteous. If I ſent him word again, it was
well cut, he would ſend me word, he cut it to pleafe him-
ſelf: this is call'd the quip modeſt. If again, it was not well
cut, he diſabled my judgment: this is call'd the reply chur-
ſiſh. If again, it was not well cut, he would anſwer, I pake
not true: this is call'd the reproof valiant. If again, it was
not well cut, he would ſay, I lie: this is call'd the counter-
check quarrellſome: and to the Lie circumſtancial, and the
Lie direct.

Jaq. And how oft did you ſay his beard was not well
cut?

Clo. I durſt go no further than the Lie circumſtancial: nor
he durſt not give me the Lie direct: and to we meaſur'd
ſwords, and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the
Lie.

Clo. O fir, we quarrel in Print, by the book: as you have
books for good manners: I will name you the degrees The
ſirſt, the Retort courteous: the ſecond, the Quip modeſt:
the third, the Reply churliſh: the fourth, the Reproof va-
liant: the fifth, the Countercheck quarrellſome: the fixth,
the Lie with circumſtance: the ſeventh, the Lie direct. All
theſe you may avoid, but the Lie direct: and you may a-
void that too, with an If. I knew when ſeven Juitices could
not take up a Quarrel, but when the parties were met
themſelves, one of them thought but of an If; as, if you
ſaid ſo, then I ſaid ſo: and they ſhook hands, and ſwove
brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker: much virtue in
If.

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my Lord? He's as good at
any thing, and yet a Fool.

Du. Sen. He uſes his Folly like a ſtalking-horſe, and un-
der the preſentation of that he ſhoots his Wit.

Ent. Hymen, Rofalind, and Celia.

Still Mufſick.

Hymen: Then is there mirth in b aven,
When earthly things made even
attone together.

Good Duke receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Tea, brought her bither,
That thou might it jen her band with his,
Whose heart within his boſom is.

Ref. To you I give my ſelf; for I am yours.

Or. To you I give my ſelf; for I am yours.

Du. Se. If there be truth in fight, you are my daughter.

Or. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofalind.

Phe. If fight and ſhape be true, why then my Love adiem.

Ref. I'll have no Father, if you be not he.

Ple have no Husband, if you be not he.

Nor ne're wed woman, if you be not ſhe.

Hy. Peace hoa: I bar conſuſion;

'Tis I muſt make conclusion

Of theſe moſt ſtrange events :

Here's eight that muſt take hands,

To Joyn in Hymens bands,

If truth holds true contents.

You and you no croſ shall part ;

You and you are heart in heart ;

You to his Love muſt accord,

Or have a Woman to your Lord,

You and you are ſure together,

As the Winter to foul weather :

Whiles a Wedlock Hymn we ſing,

Feed your ſelves with queſtioning:

That reaſon, wonder may diminifh

How thus we met, and theſe things finiſh.

Song.

Wedding is great Juno's crown,
O bleſſed bond of board and bed:

'Tis Hymen peoples every town,

High wedlock then be honoured:

Honour, high honour and renoun

To Hymen, God of every Town.

Du. Sen. O my dearest Neece, welcome thou art to me,
Even daughter, welcome, in no leſs degree.

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine,
Thy Faith, my Fancy to thee doth combine.

Enter Second Brother.

2. Bro. Let me have audience for a word or two :

I am the ſecond Son of old Sir Rowland,

That bring the ſeſtidings to this fair Alcembly.

Duke Frederick hearing how that every day

Men of great worth reſorted to this Forreſt,

Addreſt a mighty power which were on foot

In his own conduct, purpofely to take

His brother here, and put him to the ſword :

And to the skirts of this wild Wood he came ;

Where meeting with an old religious man,

After ſome ſtuation with him, was converted

Both from his enterprize, and from the world :

His Crown be queathing to his baniſh'd Brother,

And all their Lands reſtor'd to him again

That were with him exil'd. This to be true,

I do engage my life.

Du. Sen. Welcome, young man :

Thou offer't fairly to thy brother's wedding ;

To one his Lands with-held, and to the other

A Land it ſelf at large, a potent Dukedome.

Firſt, in this Forreſt, let us do thole ends

That here were well begun, and well begot :

And after, every of this happy number

That have endur'd ſhrewd days and nights with us,

Shall ſhare the good of our returned Fortune,

According to the meaſure of their flates,

Mean time, forget this new-fal'n dignity,

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The taming of the Shrew.

And fall into our Ruftick Revelry :
Play Mufick, and you Brides and Bridegrooms all,
With meaure heap'd in joy, to th' Meaures fall.
Jaq. Sir, by your patience: If I heard you rightly,
The Duke hath put on a religious Life,
And thtown into neglect the pompous Court.

2. Bro. He hath.

Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn'd:
You to your former Honour, I bequeath
Your patience, and your vertue well deferves it:
You to a Love that your true Faith doth merit;
You to your Land, and Love, and great Allies;
You to a long and well-deferred bed;
And you to wrangling; for thy loving Voyage
Is but for two months victual'd: So to your Pleasures;
I am for other than for dancing meaures.

Du. Sen. Stay, Jaques, stay.

Jaq. To see no paſttime, I: what you would have,
Ile flay to know at your abandon'd cave.

Du. Sen. Proceed, proceed, we will begin these rights,

As we do truſt, they'll end in true delights.

Ref. It is not the fashion to fee the Lady the Epilogue, but it is no more unhandsome than to fee the Lord the Epilogue. If it be true, that good Wine needs no Buſo, 'is true, that a good Play needs no Epilogue. Yet to good Wine they do uſe good Buſhes; and good Plays prove the better by the help of good Epilogues. What a cafe am I in, that am neither a good Epilogue, nor cannot infuinate you in the behalf of a good Play? I am not furniſt like a Beggar; therefore to beg will not become me. My may is to conjure you; and Ple begin with the women. I charge you (O women) for the love you bear to men, to like much of this Play as pleafes you: And I charge you (O men) for the love you bear to women (as I perceive by your ſimpring, none of you hates them), that between you and the women, the Play may pleafe. If I were a woman, I would kils as many of you as had beards that please'd me complexious that lik'd me, and breaths that I defd not. And I am ſure, as many as have good beards, or good ſaſt, or ſweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make me ſic, bid me farewell.

THE
Taming of the Shrew.

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Beggar and Hooſtels, Christopher Sly:

Beggar.

Le pheeze you in Faith.

Hoſt. A pair of Stocks, you Rogue.

Beg. Yare a baggage; the Slies are
no Rogues. Look in the Chironicles,
we came in with Richard Conquerour :
therefore Pauus pallabris, let the
world flide: Seffa.

Hoſt. You will not pay for the glasses
you have burſt?

Beg. No, not a denicre: go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy cold
bed, and warm thee.

Hoſt. I know my Remedy; I muſt go fetch the Headbough.

Beg. Third, or fourth, or fifth Borough, I'le anſwer him by
Law; I'le not budg an inch, boy: Let him come, and
kindly.

Falls asleep.

Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train.

Lo. Huntſman, I charge thee tender well my hounds,
Brach Merriman, the poor Cur is imboſt,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw't thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedg corner, in the coldeſt fault,
I would not loſe the dog for twenty pound.

Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
He cried upon it at the meereſt loſs,
And twice to day pick'd out the dulleſt ſent:
Trauſt me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a Fool, if Echto were as ſleet,
I would eſteem him worth a dozen ſuch.
But ſup them well, and look unto them all,
To morrow I intend to hunt again.

Hun. I will, my Lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he
breathe?

2. Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd with
Ale, this were a bed but cold to ſleep ſo foundly.

Lord. O monſtrous beaſt! how like a Swine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathſom is thine image!
Sirs, I will praſtife on this drunken man.
What think you if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrap'd in ſweet cloaths: Rings put upon his ſinger;
A moſt delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the Beggar then forget himſelf?

1. Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufe.

2. Hun. It would feem ſtrange unto him when he wak'd.

Lord. Even as a flutt'ring dream, or worthleſs fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jeſt:
Carry him gently to my faireſt Chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pichures :
Balm his foul head in warm diffilled waters,
And burn ſweet wood to make the Lodging ſweet:
Procure me Mufick ready when he wakes,

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To make a dulcet and a Heavenly found;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
( And with a low subtiliſive reverence)
Say, what is it your Honour will command;
Let one attend him with a filver Bafon
Full of Rofe-water, and beſtrew'd with Flowers,
Another bear the Ewer : the third a Diaper,
And ſay, will pleafe your Lordship cool your hands ?
Some one be ready with a coſily ſuit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear :
Another tell him of his hounds and horſe,
And that his Lady mourns at his diſeafe,
Perſwade him that he hath been Lunatick,
And when he fays he is, ſay that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty Lord :
This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs;
It will be paffime paffing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modeſty.

1. *Hun.* My Lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
As he ſhall think by our true diligence
He is no leſs than what we ſay he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him,
And each one to his office when he wakes.

S and Trumpets.
Sirrah, go fee what Trumpet 'tis that founds,
Belike fome noble Gentleman that means
(Travelling fome journey) to repofe himselfe here.

Enter Servingman.

How now? (who is it.)

Ser. An t pleafe your honour, Playrs
That offer ſervice to your Lordſhip.

Enter Players.

Lord. Bid them come near :

Now fellows, you are welcome.

Pla. We thank your honour.

Lor. Do you intend to ſlay with me to night ?

2. Pla. So pleafe your Lordſhip to accept our duty.

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Since once he plaid a Farmer's eldest Son,

'Twas where you woòd the Gentlewoman for well :

I have forgot your name : but ſure that part

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
Sim. I think? was Seo that your honour means.

Lord. 'Tis very true, thou didst it excellent :

Well you come to me in happy time,
The rather for I have fome ſport in hand,
Wherein your cunning can aſſiſt me much.

There is a Lord will hear you play to night :
But I am doubtful of your modemes,

Left over eying of his odd behaviour,
(For yet his honour never heard a Play )

You break into ſome merry paffion,

And fo offend him : as I tell you firs,
If you should ſimile, he grows impatient.

Pla. Fear not my Lord, we can contain our ſelves,
Were he the verie ſtackt in the world.

Lord. Go firra, take them to the Buttery,
And give them friendly welcome every one,
Let them want nothing that my houſe affords.

Exit one with the Players.

Sirra go you to Bartholomew my page,

And fee him drest in all ſuits like a Lady : *
That done, conduct him to the Drunkards chamber,
And call him Madam, do him obſtinance :

Tell him from (as we will win my love )
He. bear himſelt with honourable action

Such as he hath obſerv'd in noble Ladies
Unto their Lords, by them accomplished,
Such duty to the Drunkard let him do :

With ſoft low tongue, and lowly courtely,

And ſay: What is't your Honour will command,
Wherein your Lady, and your humble Wife,
May ſhow her duty, and make known his love.
And then with kind embracements, tempting kiffes,
And with declining head into his boſome
Bid him ſhed tears; as being overjoyed

To fee her noble Lord reſor'd to health,
VVho for this ſeven years hath eſeemed him
No better than a poor and loathſom begger :

And if the boy have not a womans gift
To rain a flower of commanded tears,

An Onion will do well for ſuch a ſhift,

VVhich in a Napkin (being cloſe convey'd)
Shall in deſpight enforce a watry eye:

See this diſpatch'd with all the haſt thou canſ,
Anon I'le give thee more inſtructions.

Exit a Servingman.

I know the boy will well usſur the grace,
Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman.

I long to hear him call the Drunkard, husband,

And how my men will ſtay themſelves from lauſher,
VVhen they do homage to this ſimple peafant,

Ple in to counsel them: haply my preference,
May well abate the over merry ſpleen,

VWhich otherwife would grow into extreams.

Enter aloft the Drunkard with attendants, ſome with apparel,
Bafon and Ewer, and other appu-tenances, and Lord.

Beg. For Gods ſake a pot of ſmall Ale.

1. Ser. Wil't pleafe your Lordſhip drink a cup of ſack ?

2. Ser. Wil't pleafe your Honour taſte of theſe Conſerves ?

3. Ser. What raiment will your Honour wear to day ?

Beg. I am Chriſtophero Slie, call not me honour, nor
Lordſhip: I ne're drank ſack in my life: and if you give
me any Conſerves, give me Conſerves of Beef: ne're ask
me what raiment I'le wear, for I have no more Doublets
than Backs; no more Stockings than Leggs: nor no
more Shoes than Feet, nay ſometimes more Feet than
Shoos, or ſuch Shoes as my Toes look through the over-
leather.

Lor. Heaven ceaſe this idle humour in your Honour.
Oh that a mighty man of ſuch deſcent,
Of ſuch poffions, and of ſo high eſteem,
Should be inſuſed with ſo foul a ſpirit.

B. g. What, would you make me mad ? Am not I Chrifiſtophero Slie, old Sli's ſon of Bu ton-heath, by birth a Pedler, by education a Card-maker, by tranlumutation a bearherd, and now by preſent profession a Tinker. Ask Mariar Hackett the fat Ale-wife of Wincot, if he know me not: if he ſay I am not xiv.d. on the ſcore for theer Ale, ſcore me up for the lying ſt knave in Chriſtendome. What I am not beſtraught: here's—

1. Man. Oh this it is that makes your Lady mourn.

2. Man. Oh this is it that makes your ſervants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred ſunts your
As beaten hence by your ſtrange Lunacy.
(houſe)

Oh Noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banilheat,
And banilh hence the abjeſt lowly dreams :
Look how thy ſervants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Wilt thou have Mufick ? Heark, Apollo plays,
And twenty caged Nightingales do ſing.

Musick.

Or wilt thou ſleep ? We' have thee to a Couch,
Softer and tweeter than the luſtful bed

On purpofe trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Say thou wilt walk, we will beſtrow the ground.

Or wilt thou ride ? thy horles ſhall be trapp'd,

Their harnets ſtudded all with Gold and Pearl.

Doſt thou love hawking ? thou haſt Hawks will foar
Above the morning Lark. Or wilt thou hunt,

Q 3

Thy

I be Iaming of a Shrew.

Thy Hounds shall make the Welkin anfwer them,
And fetch fhrill echos from the hollow earth.

1. Man. Say thou wilt court me, thy Grayhounds are as
As breathed Stags: I, fleetest than the Roe. I wift
2.M Doft thou love pictures ? we will fetch these straight
Adoris painted by a running brook,

And Ciberea all in fedges hid,
Which seem to move, and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving fedges play with wind.

Lord We'll fhow thee yo, as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and furpriz'd,
As livly painted, as the deed was done.

3. Man. Or Daphne roming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her Legs, that one fhall fwear ſhe bleeds,
And at that fight fhall Iad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:
Thou haſt a Lady far more beautiful,
Than any woman in this waining age.

1. Man. And till the tears that ſhe hath flued for thee,
Like envious floods, o'rerun her lovely face,
She was the faireſt creature in the world,
And yet ſhe is inferior to none.

Beg. Am I, Lord, and have I fuch a Lady ?
Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now ?

do not ſleep: I fee, I hear, I ſpeak:
I ſtill fweet favours, and I feel ſoft things:
Upon my life I am a Lord indeed,
And not a Tinker, nor Chriſtophero Slie.
Well, bring our Lady hither to our ſight,
And once again a pot o'ch' ſmallest Ale.

2. Man. Wil't please your Mightineſs to waſh your
hands?

Oh how we joy to fee your wits reſtor'd,
Oh that once more you knew but what you are :
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or when you wak'd, to wak'd as if you Slept.

Beg. These fifteen years, by my ſay, a goodly nap,
But did I never ſpeak of all that time ?

1. Ma. Oh yes, my Lord, but very idle words,
For tho you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you ſay, ye were beaten out of door,
And rail upon the Hoſſels of the houſe,
And ſay you would preſent her at the Leet.
Because ſhe brought Stone Jugs, and no ſea'l'd quarts :
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hatcher.

Beg. I, the woman's maid of the houſe.

3. Ma. Why fir, you know no houſe, nor no ſuch maid,
Nor no ſuch men as you have reckon'd up,
As Stephen Slie, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more ſuch names and men as theſe,
Which never were, nor no man ever ſaw.

Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends.

All. Amen.

Enter Lady with Attendants.

Beg. I thank thee, thou fhalt not lofe by it.

Lady. How fares my noble Lord ?

Beg. Marry I fare wel, for here is cheer enough.

Where is my Wife ?

La. Here noble Lord, what is thy will with her ?

Beg. Are you my Wife, and will not call me Husband ?
My men should call me Lord, I am your good man.

La. My Husband and my Lord, my Lord and Husband,
I am your Wife in all obedience.

Beg. I know it well, what muſt I call her ?

Lord. Madam.

Beg. Alice Madam, or Jone Madam ?

Lord. Madam, and nothing else, to Lords call Ladies:

Beg. Madam wife, they ſay that I have dream'd,

And Slept about ſome fifteen year and more.

Lady. I, and the time feems thirty untome,

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed,
Beg. 'Tis much, ſervants leave me and her alone:
Madam undreſs you, and come now to bed.

La. Thrice noble Lord, let me entreat of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two :
Or if not ſo, until the Sun be ſer.
For your physicians have expreſſly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet abſent me from your bed ;
I hope this realon stands for my exſufe.

Beg. I, it stands for that I may hardly tarry ſo long ;
But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again: I will
therefore tarry in deſpight of the ſelfh and the blood.

Enter a Meſenger.

Mef. Your honours Players hearing your amendment,
Are come to play a pleafant Comedy,
For ſo your Doſtors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much fadnels hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholly is the Nurſe of ſrenzy,
Therefore they thought it good you hear a Play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merrimț,.
Which bars a thouſand harms, and lengthens life.

Beg. Marry I will, let them play, is it not a Com-
ty, a Chriſtmas gambold, or a tumbling trick?

Lady. No my good Lord, it is more pleafing ſtuff.

Beg. What, houſhold it ſuff?

Lady. It is a kind of hiftory.

Beg. Well, we'll fee't :

Come Madam Wife, fit by my ſide,

And let the world ſip, we ſhall ne're be younger.

Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Tranio.

Lue. Tranio, ſince for the great deſire I had
To fee fair Padua, nurſery of Arts,
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lambardy,
The pleafant garden of great Italy,
And by my fathers love and leave am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good company.
My trulſy ſervant well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and happily inſitute
A courſe of Learning, and ingenious ſtudies.
Pisa renowned for grave Citieſns
Gave me my being, and my father firſt
A Merchant of great Traffic through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivialis,
Vincentio's ſon, brought up in Florence,
It fhall become to ſerve all hopes conceiv'd
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore Tranio, for the time I ſudy,
Virtue and that part of Philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of hapſiness,
By virtue ſpeciually to be atchiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A shallow plafh, to plunge him in the deep,
And with fatiety feeks to quench his ſhirtſt.

Tra. Me Pardonato, gentle matter mine,
I am in all affected as your self,
Glad that you thus continue your refolve,
To fuck the (weets of ſweet Philofophy.
Only (good matter ) while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral diſcipline,
Let's be no Stoicks, nor no ſlocks I pray ;
Or ſo devote to Aſſiſtodes chucks,
As Ovid be an outcaſt quite abjur'd :
Balk Logick with acquaintance that you have,
And practice Rhetorick in your common talk,
Mufick and Poefy uſe to quieken you,
The Mathematicks, and the Metaphyſicks,
Fall to them as your ſtomack ſerves you :
No profit grows, where is no pleasure tane :

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In brief *fir*, study what you must affect.

Luc. Gramercies *Tranio*, well doft thou advife,
If *Biondello* thou wert come afhore,
We could at once put us in readineſs,
We take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends (as time) in *Padua* shall beget.
But *lay* a while, what company is this ?

Tra. A *maſter* fome ſhew to welcome us to Town.

Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katherina and Bianca, Gremio a Pantalown, Hortentio a Suitor to Bianca, Lucen. *Tranio*, ſand by.

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farthe,
For how I firmly am refolv'd you know :
That is, nor to beſtow my youngeſt daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder :
If either of you both love Katherina,
Becaufe I know you well, and love you well,
Leave ſhall you have to court her at your pleafure:

Gre. To cart her rather. She's too rough for me,

There, *Hortentio*, will you any Wife ?

Kat. I pray you fir, is it your will

To make a ſale of me amongst those mates?

Hor. Mates maid, how mean you that ?

No mates for you,

Unleſs you were of gentler milder mould.

Kat. I'faith fir, you ſhall never need to ſear,

I wif it is not half way to her heart :

But if it were, doubt not, her care ſhall be,
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd ſpool,
And paint your face, and uſe you like a tool.

Hor. From all ſuch Devils, good Lord, deliver us.

Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra. Huff'd maſter, here's ſome good paftime toward,
That wench is ſtark mad, or wonderful ſroward.

Luc. But in the others ſilence do I fee.

Maidſs mild behaviour and ſobriety.

Peace *Tranio*.

Tra. Well faid *Mafter*, mum, and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may ſoon make good

What I have faid, Bianca get you in,
And let it not displeafe thee, good Bianca,

For I will love thee ne're the leſt my girl.

Bian. A pretty peat, it is beſt put finger in the eye,
and ſhe knew why.

Bap. Sifter content you in my discontent.

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I ſubſcribe :

My books and instruments ſhall be my company,

On them to look and practice by my ſelf.

Luc. Heark *Tranio*, thou maſſt hear *Minerva* ſpeak.

Hor. Signior *Baptista*, will you be ſo ſtrange,

Sorry am I that our good will effects

Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will you mew her up

(Signior *Baptista*) for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?

Bap. Gentlemen content ye: I am refolv'd :

Go in *Bianca*.

And for I know ſhe taketh moſt delight

In Mufick, Inſtrumets, and Poetry,

School-maſters will I keep within my houſe,

Fit to inſtruct her youth. If you *Hortentio*,

Or ſignior *Gremio* you know any ſuch,

Prefer them hither, for to cunning men,

I will be very kind and liberal,

To mine o'wn children, in good bringing up,

And to farewel : Katherina you may *lay*,

For I have more to commune with Bianca.

Exit.

Kat. Why, and I truſt I may go too, may I not ?

What ſhall I be appointed hours as tho

(Belike) I knew nor what to take,

And what to leave ? Ha.

Exit.

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gif's are fo

good, here is none will hold you; our love is not so great
*Hortentio*, but we may blow our nails together, and ſaſt
it fairly out. Our cake's dow on both fides. Farewell.
yet for the love I hear my fweet *Bianca*, if I can by any
means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein ſhe de-
lights, I will wifh him to her father.

Hor. So will I Signior *Gremio*: but a word I pray : tho
the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parlee, know
now upon advice, it toucheth us both ; that we may yet
again have ſeeſts to our fair Miftrefs, and be happy
rivals in *Bianca*'s love, to labour and effect one thing:
pecially.

Gre. What's that I pray ?

Hor. Marry fir, to get a husband for her ſifter.

Gru. A husband ; a Devil.

Hor. I lay a husband.

Gre. I lay a devil: Think'st thou, *Hortentio*, though her
father be very rich, any man is ſo very a fool to be married
to hell ?

Hor. Toſh Gremio ; tho it paſs your patience and mine
to endure her lewd alarums, why man, there be good ſel-
lows in the world, and a man could light on them, would
take her with all her faſtles, and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her dowry
with this condition, to be whipt at the high cros every
morning.

Hor. Faith (as you lay) there's small choice in rotten
apples: come, fine this bar in law makes us friends, it
ſhall be ſo forth friendly maintain'd, till by helping
*Baptista*'s eldeſt daughter to a husband, we ſet his youngeſt free
for a husband, and then have to't aſrefh: Sweet *Bianca*,
happy man be his dole ; he that runs faſſeſt gets the Ring ;
How lay you Signior Gremio?

Grem. I am agreed, and would I had given him the beſt
horſe in *Padua* to begin his wooing that would throughly
woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the houſe of her.
Come on.

Exeunt ambo. Manet *Tranio* and *Lucencio*

Tra. I pray fir tell me, is it poffible

That love ſhould on a ſudden take ſuch hold ?

Luc. Oh *Tranio*, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it poffible or likely.

But ſee, while idly I ſtood looking on,

I found the effect of Love in idlenſeſs.

And now in plainneſts to confefs to thee

That art to me as ſecret and as dear

As *Anna* to the Queen of *Carthage* was:

*Tranio* I burn, I pine, I perſh *Tranio*,

If I atchieve not this young modeſt girl :

Counſel me *Tranio*, for I know thou canſt :

Affit me *Tranio*, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. *Mafter*, it is no time to chide you now.

Aſſection is not rated from the heart ;

If love touch'd you, nought remains but ſo,

Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies Lad : go forward, this contents,

The reſt will comfort, for thy counſel's found.

Tra. *Mafter*, you look'd fo longly on the Mad
Perhaps you marked not what's the pith of all.

Luc. O yes, I ſaw fweet beauty in her ſace

Such as the daughter of *Agenor* had,

That made great *Jove* to humble him to her hand,

When with his knees he kift the *Cretan* ſtand.

Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not how her ſifter

Began to ſcold, and raſe up ſuch a ſtorm,

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din,

Luc. *Tranio*, I ſaw her coral lips to move ;

And with her breath ſhe did preſume the air,

Sacred and ſweet was all I ſaw in her.

Tra. Nay, then's time to fir him from his trance :

I pray awake fir ; if you love the Maid ;

Bend thoughts and wits to atchieveher. Thus it stands :

Her eldeſt ſifter is ſo curſt and ſhrew'd,

Tha

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That till the father rid his hands of her,
Mafter, your love must live a maid at home,
And therefore has he clofely mew'd her up,
Because she will not be annoy'd with fuiters.

Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruel Fathers he ?

But art thou not advis'd, he took fome care

To get her cunning School-mafters to infruct her!

Tra. I marry am I fir, and now 'tis plotted.

Luc. I have it Tranio.

Tra. Mafter, for my hand,

Bo hour inventions meet and jump in one.

Luc. Tell me thine firft.

Tra. You will be schoof-mafer,

And undertake the teaching of the maid :

That's your device.

Luc. It is : May it be done ?

Tra. Not poffible: for who shall bear your part,

And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon,

Keep houſe, and ply his book, welcome his friends,

Visit his Countreyman, and banquet them ?

Luc. Baſſa, content thee : for I have it full.

We have not yet been feen in any houſe,

Nor can we be diſtinguifh'd by our faces,

For man or maſter : then it follows thus ;

Thou ſhalt be maſter, Tranio in my ſted :

Keep houſe, and port, and ſervants, as I houſd,

I will ſome other be, ſome Florentine,

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

'Tis hatch'd, and ſhall be ſo; Tranio at once

Unacale thee: take my colour'd hat and cloak,

When Biondello comes, he waits on thee,

But I will charm him firſt to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need :

In brief Sir, ſith it your pleafure is,

And I am tied to be obedient,

For ſo your father charg'd me at our parting :

Be ſerviceable to my ſon (quoth he) :

Altho I think'twas in another fence,

I am content to be Lucentio,

Because ſo well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio be ſo, because Lucentio loves,

And let me be a flave, t'atchieve that maid,

Whole ſudden fight hath thrald my wounded eye.

Enter Biondello.

Here comes the rogue. Sirra, where have you been ?

Bion. Where have I been ? Nay, how now, where are
you ? Mafter, has my fellow Tranio ſtol'n your clothes;
or you ſtol'n his or both ? Pray what's the news ?

Luc. Sirra, come hither, 'tis no time to jeſt.

And therefore frame your manners to the time,

Your fellow Tranio here to ſave my life,

Puts my apparel and my count'nance on,

And I for my eſcape have put on his :

For in a quarrel ſince I came aſfore,

I kill'd a man, and fear I am deſtried :

Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes :

While I make way from hence to ſave my life :

You understand me ?

Bion. I fir, ne're a whit:

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth,

Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him, would I were ſo too.

Tra. So would I, 'faith boy, to have the next with after,
that Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngeſt daughter.
But firra, not for my ſake, but your maſters, I advife you
uſe your manners diſcreetly in all kind of companies :
When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: but in all places
elleſe, your Maſter Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio let's go :

One thing more reſts, that thy ſelf execute,
To make one 'mong theſe wooers: if thou ask me why,
Sufficeth my reaſons are both good and weighty,

Extunt.

The Preſenters above ſpeak.

I. Man. My Lord you nod, you do not mind the play.

Reg. Yes by Saint Ann do I, a good matter furſely.
Comes there any more of it?

Lad. My Lord 'tis but begun.

Reg. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam.

Lady : would 'were done.

They ſit and maſk.

Enter Petruchio, and bis man Grumio.

Pet. Verona for a while I take my leave,
To fee my friends in Padua ; but or all

My beſt beloved and approved friend

Hortentio ; and I trow this is the houſe :

Here firra Grumio, knock I lay.

Gru. Knock fir ? whom should I knock ? Is there any
man has rebus'd your worſhip ?

Pet. Villian I lay, knock me here foundly.

Gru. Knock you here fir ? Why fir, what am I fir,
That I ſhould knock you here fir ?

Pet. Villian I lay knock me at this gate,

And rap me well, or I'll knock your knaves pate.

Gru. My Maſter is grown quarrelſome :

I should knock you firſt,

And then I know after, who comes by the work.

Pet. Will it not be ?

Faith firra, and you'll not knock, I'll ring it,

I'll try how you can Sol, Fa, and fing it.

He rings him by the ear.

Gru. Help miſtris help, my maſter is mad.

Pet. Now knock when I bid you: firra villan.

Enter Hortentio.

Hor. How now what's the matter ? My old friend,
Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio ? How do you at Verona ?

Pet. Signior Hortentio, come you to part the tray?

Contutti le core bene trovatto, may I lay.

Hor. Alla noſtra caſa ben venuto molto honora to
mio Petruchio.

Rife Grumio, we will compo und this quarrel.

Gru. Nay 'tis no matter fir, what he leges in Latine,
this be not a lawful cauſe for me to leave his ſervic,
you fir: He bid me knock him, and rap him foundly ſo.
Well, was it fit for a ſervant to uſe his maſter ſo, being
perhaps (for ought I fee) two and thirty, a peep out.
Whom would to God I had well knock't at firſt, then had
not Grumio come by the work.

Pet. A fenceleſs villan : good Hortentio,
I bad the rafcal knock upon your gate,
And could not get him for my heart to do it.

Gru. Knock at the gate ? O heavens: ipeak you not
theſe words plain ? Sirra, Knock me here: rap me here,
knock me well, and knock me foundly ? And come you
now with knocking at the gate ?

Pet. Sirra be gon, or talk not I advife you.

Hor. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledg:
Why this a heavy chance 'twist him and you,
Your ancient truſty pleafant ſervant Grumio ;
And tell me now (ſweet friend) what happy gale
Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ?

Pet. Such wind as catters young men through the world.
To feek their Fortunes farther than at home,
Where ſmall experience grows but in a few,
Signior Hortentio, thus it stands with me,

Antonio my father is deceaſt,

And I have thraſt my ſelf into this maze,
Happily to wive and thrive, as beſt I may :

Crowns in my purſe I have, and goods at home,

And ſo am come abroad to fee the world.

Hor. Petruchio, ſhall I then come roundly to thee,

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Have I not in a pitched battel heard
Loud Larums, neighing teeds, and trumpets clangue ?
And do you tell me of a womans tongue ?
That gives not halt fo great a blow to hear,
As will a Chefnut in a Farmers hre.
Tuft, tuft, fear boys with bugs.

Gru. For he fears none.

Gre. Hortentio hark :

This Gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind prefumes for his own good, and yours.
Hor. I promis'd we would be Contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing whatsoever.

Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her.

Gru. I would I were as fure of a good dinner.

Entr Tranio brave, and Biondello.

Tra. Gentlemen God fave you. If I may be bold,
Tell me I befeech you, which is the readieft way
To the houfe of Signior Baptiffa Minola ?

Bio. He that has the two fair daughters: is't he you mean?

Tra. Even he Biondello.

Gre. Hark you fir, you mean not her to ——

Tra. Perhaps him and her, what have you to do ?

Pet. Not her that chides fir, at any hand I pray.

Tra. I love no chiders fir: Biondello, let's away.

Lu. Well begun Tranio.

Hor. Sir, a word ere you go :

Are you a Suitor to the Maid you talk of, yea or no ?

Tra. And if I be, Sir, is it any offence ?

Gre. No: if without more words you will get you hence.

Tra. Why fir, I pray, are not the streets as free

For me, as for you?

Tra. But fo is not fhe.

Tra. For what reafon I befeech you.

Gre. For this reafon if you'll know,

That fhe's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That fhe's the choſen of Signior Hortentio.

Tra. Softly my Maſters: If you be Gentlemen,
Do me this right: hear me with patience.

Baptiſa is a noble Gentleman,

To whom my Father is not all unknown,
And were his daughter fairer than fhe is,
She may more futors have, and me for one.
Fair Ledæa daughter had a thoufand wooers,

Then well may one more fair, Bianca have,
And fo fhe ſhall. Lucinſio ſhall make one,
The Paris came, in hope to ſpeed alone.

Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all.

Lu. Sir, give him head. I know he'll prove a Jade.

Pet. Hortentio, to what end are all theſe words ?

Hor. Sir, let me be ſo bold, as to ask you,

Did you yet ever fee Baptiſa's daughter ?

Tra. No fir, but hear I do that he hath two :

The one as famous for a ſcolding tongue,
Aſis the other for beauteous modety.

Pet. Sir, fir, the firſt's for me, let her go by.

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules,

And let it be more than Alcides twelve.

Pet. Sir, underſand you this of me (infooth)

The younſeſt daughter, whom you hearken for,

Her father keeps from all acceſs of ſuitors,

And will not promife her to any man,
Until the elder ſifter firſt be wed.

The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be ſo, fir, that you are the man
Muſt feed us all, and me amongst the reſt:
And if you break the ice, and do this feek,
Atchieve the elder: fet the younger (ree,
For our acceſſs, whoſe hap ſhall be to have her,
Will not to graceleſſs be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir you ſay well, and well you do conceive,
And ſince you do profefs to be a ſutor,

You muſt as we do, gratiſe this Gentleman
To whom we all reſt generally beholding.

Tra. Sir, I ſhall not be ſlack, in ſign whereof,
Please ye we may conſive this afternoon,
And quaff carowles to our Mistrels health,
And do as adverliaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Gru. Bion. O excellent motion: fellows let's be gene.

Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it lo,

Petruchio, I ſhall be your Ban venuto.

Enter Katharina and Bianca.

Bian. Good ſifter wrong me not, nor wrong your ſel.
To make a bondmaid and a ſlave of me;
That I dildain: but for theſe other goods,
Unbind my hands, I'le pull them off my ſelf,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat,
Or what you will command me will I do;
So well I know my duty to my elders.

Kat. Of all thy ſuitors here I charge thee to tell
Whom thou lovſt beſt: I ee thou diſt. able nor.

Bian. Believe me ſifter, of all the men alive,
I never yet beheld that ſpecial face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Kat. Minion thou lyeſt, is it not Hortentio ?

Bian. If you aſſect him ſifter, here I wear

I'le plead for you my ſelf, but you ſhall have him.

Kat. Oh then belike you fancy riches more.

You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you envy me ſo ?

Nay then you jeſt, and now I well perceive

You have but jeſted with me all this while ;

I pretheſſer Kate, untie my hands.

Kat. If that be ſt, then all the reſt was ſo. Strikethar.

Enter Baptiſta.

Bap. Why how now Dam?, whence grows this inſo-
lence?

Bianca stand aſide, poor girl ſhe weeps:
Goply thy Needle, meddle not with her.
For shame thou Hilding of a devilil ſpiri,
Why doſt thou wrong her, that did ne're wrong th.
When did the croſs thee with a bitter word?

Kat. Her ſilence flouts me, and I'le be reveng'd.

Flies after Bianca.

Bap. What in my fight ? Bianca get thee in.

Kat. What will you not ſuffer me: Nay I ee

She is your treaſure, ſhe muſt have a husband,
I muſt dance bare-foot on her wedding day,
And for your love to her lead apes in hell,

Talk not to me, I will go fit and weep,

Till I can find occafion of revenge.

Bap. Was ever Gentleman thus griev'd as I ?
But who comes here ?

Enter Gremio, Lucinſio, in the habit of a mean man, Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy bearing a Lute and Books.

Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptiſta.

Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God fave you
Gentlemen.

Pet. And you good fir: pray have you not a daughter,
call'd Katharina, fair and vertuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter fir, call'd Katharina.

Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me ſignior Gremio, give me leave.
I am a Gentleman of Verona fir,

That hearing of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability and bafhul modety,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,

Am bold to ſhow my ſelf a forward gueſt

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Within your house, to make mine eye the witnesses
Of that report, which I to oft have heard,
And for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do prefont you with a man of mine
Cunning in Mufick, and the Mathematicks,
To intruft her fully in those Sciences,
Whereof I know the more not ignorant :
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong,
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. Y'are welcome fir, and he for your good fake.
But for my daughter Katherine, this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more's my grief.

Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her.
Or else you like not of my company.

Bap. Miftake me not, I speak but what I find,
Whence are you fir ? What may I call your name.

Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's fon,

A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for his fake.
Gre. Saving your tale Petruchio, I pray let us that are
poor petitioners speak too ? Baccare, you are marvailous
forward.

Pet. Oh, Pardon me Signior Gremie, I would fain be do-
ing.

Gre. I doubt it not fir. But you will curfe

Your wooing neighbours : this is a gift
Very grateful, I am fure of it, to exprufs
The like kindneſs my ſelf, that have been
More kindly beholding to you than any :
Free leave give unto this young Scholar, that hath
Been long ſtudying at Rhemas, as cunning
In Greek, Latine, and other Languages,
As the other in Mufick and Mathematicks :
His name is Cambio : pray accept his ſervice.

Bap. A thouland thanks Signior Gremio :

Welcome good Cambio. But gentle fir,
Methinks you walk like a ſtranger,

May I be bold, to know the caufe of your coming ?

Trs. Pardon me, fir, the boldneſs is mine own,
That being a ſtranger in this City here,

Do make my ſelf a ſuitor to your Daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and vertuous:

Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest hir,
This liberty is all that I requeſt,

That upon knowledg of my parentage,
I may have welcome, m'ong it the reft that woo,
And free acceſſs and favour as the reft.

And toward the education of your Daughters,
I here beſtow a fimple instrumenſ,

And this ſmall packet of Greek and Latine books,
If you accept them, then their worth is great:

Bap. Lucentio is your name : of whence I pray.

Tra. Of Pifa fir, ſon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pifa by report,
I know you well : you are very welcome fir :
Take you the Lute, and you the fet of books,
You ſiall go fee your pupils prefently.
Holla, within.

Enter a Servant.

Sirra, lead theſe Gentlemen

To my two Daughters, and then tell them both
Theſe are their Tutors, bid them uſe them well,
We will go walk a little in the Orchard,
And then to dinner : you are paſſing welcome,
And I pray you all to think your ſelves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my buſineſs asketh haſte,
And every day I cannot come to woo,
You know my Father well, and in him me,
Left toly heir to all his Lands and Goods,
Which I have bettered rather then decreaſt,
Then tell me, if I get your Daughters love,

What dowry ſhall I have with her to wife.

Bap. After my death, the one half of my Lands,
And in poſſion twenty thouand Crowns.

Pet. And for that dowry, I'le affure her of
Her widow-hood, be it that ſhe ſurvive me;
In all my Lands and Leafes whatsoever,
Let ſpecialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. I, when the ſpecial thing is well obtain'd,
That is, her love : for that is all in all.

Pet. Why that is nothing : for I tell you Father,
I am as peremptory as the proud minded:

And where two raging fires meet together
They do confume the thing that feeds their fury.
Tho little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet exreamt gufts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and ſo ſhe yields to me,
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well maſſ thou woo, and happy be thy ſpeed :
But be thou arm'd for ſome unhappy words.

Pet. I, to the proof, as Mountains are for winds,
That ſhake not, tho they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortentio with his head broke.

Bap. How now my friend, why doſt thou look so pale ?
Hor. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my Daughter prove a good Mufitian?

Hor. I think ſhe'll ſooner prove a ſouldier,

Iron may hold with her, but never Lutes.

Bap. Why then thou canſt not break her to the Lute ?

Hor. Why no, for ſhe hath broke the Lute to me :

I did but tell her ſhe miffook her fretſ,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

When ( with a moſt impatient devilifh ſpirit )
Fretſcall you theſe ? ( quoth ſhe ) I'le ſume with them :

And with that word ſhe ſtruck me on the head,

And through my instrumenſ my pate made way,

And there I ſtood amazed for a while,

As on a Pillory, looking through the Lute,

while ſhe did call me Rafaſ, Fidler,

And tangling Jick, with twenty ſuch vild terms,

As had ſhe ſtudied to miſſe me ſo.

Pet. Now by the world, it is a luſy Wench,
I love her ten times more then ere I did,
Oh how I long to have ſome chat with her.

Bap. Well go with me, and be not ſo diſcomſted.

Proceed in practice with my younger Daughter,

She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns ;

Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
Or ſhall I ſend my daughter Kate to you.

Exit. Manet Pettuchio.

Pet. I pray you do. I attend her here,

And woo her with ſome ſpirit when ſhe comes.

Say that ſhe rail, why then I'le tell her plain

She ſings as freewely as a Nightingale ;

Say that the frown, I'le ſay ſhe looks as clear

As morning Rofes newly waſh'd with Dew ;

Say ſhe be mute, and will not ſpeak a word,
Then I'le commend her volubility,

And ſay the uttereth piercing eloquence :

If ſhe do bid me pack, I'le give her thanks,

As tho ſhe bid me ſtay by her a week,

If ſhe deny to wed, I'le crave the day

When I ſhall ask the banes, and when be married.

But here ſhe comes, and now Petruchio ſpeak.

Enter Katerina.

Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I hear:

Kat. Well have you heard, but ſomething hard of
hearing.

They call me Katerine, that do talk of me,

Pet.

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Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curf:
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, my lupper dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate
Take this of me, Kate of my conflation,
Hearing thy mildneſs prais'd in every Town,
Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
Yet not to deeply as to thee belongs,
My ſelf am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kat. Mov'd, in good time, let him that mov'd you hither.

Remove you hence: I knew you at the firſt
You were a movable.

Pet. Why, what's a movable ?

Kat. A joyn'd ſool.

Pet. Thou haſt hit it: come fit on me.

Kat. Aſſes are made to bear, and fo are you.

Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.

Kat. No ſuch Jade fir as you, if me you mean.

Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee,

For knowing thee to be but young and light.

Kat. Too light for ſuch a ſwain as you to catch,
And yet as heavy as my weight ſhall be.

Pet. Should be, ſhould: buſ.

Kat. Well tane, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh flow-wing'd Turtle, ſhall a Buzzard take thee?

Kat. I, for a Turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come you Wasp, I'faith you are too an-
gry.

Kat. If I be wapſih, 'beſt beware my ſling.

Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Kat. I, If the ſool could find it where it lies.

Pet. Who knows not where a Wasp does wear his ſting?

in his tail.

Kat. In his tongue ?

Pet. Whofe tongue ?

Kat. Yours if you talk of tales, and ſo fare well.

Pet. What with my tongue in your tail.

Nay, come again, good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Kat. That I'le try.

the ſtrikes him.

Pet. I ſwear I'le ſuff you, if you ſtrike again.

Kat. So may you loſe your arms.

If you ſtrike me you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

Kat. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy books.

Kat. What is your Creſt, a Coxcomb ?

Kat. A combleſs Cock, ſo Kate will be my Hen.

Kat. No Cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.

Pet. Nay come Kate; come; you muſt not look ſo lower.

Kat. It is my ſafhion when I ſee a Crab.

Pet. Why here's no Crab, and therefore look not lower.

Kat. There is, there is:

Pet. Then ſhew it me.

Kat. Had I a glaſs, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face.

Kat. Well aim'd of ſuch a young one:

Pet. Now by S. George I am too young for you.

Kat. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kat. I care not.

Pet. Nay hear you Kate. Inſooth you ſcape not ſo.

Kat. I chafe you if I tarry ; Let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit, I find you paſſing gentle :

'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and fullen,
And now I find report a very liar,

For thou art pleafant, gameſome, paſſing courteous,
But flow in ſpeech, yet ſweet as springing-time flowers.
Thou can't not frown, thou can't not look a ſcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor haſt thou pleasure to be croſs in talk :
But thou with mildneſs entertain't thy wooers.

With gentle conference, ſoſt, and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?

Oh ſland'rous world: Kate like the Hazle twig
Is ſtraight, and ſlender, and as brown in hue

As Hazle Nuts, and ſweeter than the Kernels :
Oh let me fee thee walk: thou doſt not halt.

Kat. Go ſool, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian to become a Grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gate ;
O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

And then let Kate be chaſt, and Dian ſportful.

Kate. Where did you ſtudy all this goodly ſpeech?

Pet. It is extempire, from my mother witt.

Kat. A witty mother's wiserleſſe her ſon.

Pet. Am I not wife ?

Kat. Yes, keep you warm.

Pet. Marry ſo I mean ſweet Katherine in thy bed:

And therefore fetting all this chat aſide,

Thus in plain terms: your father hath conſented
That you ſhall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on,
And will you, nill you? I will marry you.

Now Kate, I am a husband for your turn.

For by this light, whereby I fee thy beauty,
Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well;
Thou muſt be married to no man but me.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Trayno.

For I am he am born to tame you Kate,
And bring you from a wild Kat to a Kate

Conformable as other hoſhhold Kates ;

Here comes your father, never make denial,

I muſt, and will have Katherine to my wife.

Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how ſpeed you with my
Pet. How but well fir? how but well?

It were impoſsible I ſhould ſpeed a mifs.

(daughed)

Bap. Why how now Daughter Katherine, in your
Kat. Call you me daughter ? now I promife you

You have ſhew'd a tender fatherly regard.

To with me wed to one half Lunatics,

A madeap ruffian, and a ſwearing Jack.

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out:

Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your ſelf and all the world
That talk'd of her. have talk'd amilſs of her ;
If ſhe be curſt, it is for policy.

For he's not ſroward, but modeſt as the Dove,
she is not hot, but temperate as the morn ;

For patience he will prove a ſecond Griffel.

And Roman Lucrece for her chaſtliſt.

And to conclude, we have greed ſo well together;
That upon Sunday is the wedding day.

Kat. I'le fee thee hang'd on Sunday firſt.

(firſt)

Gre. Hark: Petruchio: ſhe ſays ſhe'll fee thee hang
Tra. Is this your ſpeeding? nay then good night our part

Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I chooſe her for my ſelſ,
If he and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?

'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain being alone,
That he ſhall fill be curſt in company.

I tell you 'tis incredible to believe

How much he loves me ; oh the kindeſt Kate,
She hung about my neck, and kils and kils

She vid ſo ſaſt, proteſting oath on oath,
That in a twink he won me to her love.

Oh you are novices; 'tis a world to fee

How tame when men and women are alone,

A meacock wretch can make the curſeſt Shrew ;

Give me thy band, Kate, I will unto Venice

To buy apparel 'gainſt the wedding day ;

Provide the ſaſt Father, and bid the gueſts

I will be ſure my Katherine ſhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to ſay, but give me your hands
God lend you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen ſay we, we will be witneſſes.

Pet. Father, and Wife, and Gentlemen adieus.

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will to *Venice, Sunday* comes apace,
We will have rings, and things, and fine array,
And kis' me *Kate*, we will be married a *Sunday*.
*Exit Petruchio, and Katherine.*

*Gre.* Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?
*Bap.* Faith Gentleman, now I play a Merchant's part,
And venture madly on a desperate Mart.

*Tra.* 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the fees.

*Bap.* The gain I seek, is quiet me the match.

*Gre.* No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now *Baptista*, to your younger daughter;
Now is the day we long have looked for;
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

*Tra.* And I am one that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guest.

*Gre.* Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

*Tra.* Grey-beard, thy love doth freeze.

*Gre.* But thine doth fly;

*Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.*

*Tra.* But Youth in Ladies eyes that flourisheth.

*Bap.* Content you Gentlemen; I will compound this atrife;

'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's Love.

*Say Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?*

*Gre.* First, as you know, my house within the City
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Bafons and Ewers to lave her dainty hands:

*My Hangings all of Tir Van Tapestry:*

*In Inventory Coffers I have stuft my Crowns;
In Cypreus Chefts my Arras Counterpoints;
Coiffure Apparel, Tenis and Canopies,
Fine Linen, *Turkyn* Cuffions boft with Pearl,
Vallens of *Venice* gold, in needle-work;
Pewter and Brafs, and all things that belongs
To house, or house keeping: then at my Farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the Pail,
Six score fat Oxen standing in my Stalls;
And all things anfusable to this portion:
My self amitruck in years, I muſt confefs;
And if I die to morrow, this is hers,
If whill't I live ſhe will be only mine.

*Tra.* That only came well in: Sir, lift to me;

*I am my Father's Heir, and only Son;*

*If I may have your Daughter to my Wife,
Please leave her Houſes three or four as good,
Within rich *Pisa* Walls, as any one
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua;*

*Befides two thouand Ducats by the year,
Of fruitiul Land; all which ſhall be her Joynter.
What, have I pincht you, ſignior Gremio?*

*Gre.* Two thouand Ducats by the year of Land;
My Land amounts not to ſo much in all:

*That ſhe shall have, beſides an Argofie*
*That now is lying in Mar ſellis Road.*

*What, have I choakt you with an Argofie?*

*Tra.* Gremio, 'tis known my Father hath no leſs
Than three great Argolies, beſides two Galliaſſes
And twelve tite Gallies; theſe I will assure her,
And twice as much, what e're you offer it next.

*Gre.* Na', I have offer'd all; I have no more;
And the can have no more than all I have;

*If you like, ſhe shall have me and mine.*

*Tra.* Why then the Maid is mine from all the World
By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied.

*Bap.* I muſt confefs your Oſer is the beſt;

*And Ier your Father make her the affurance,
She is your own, eſſe you muſt pardon me:

*If you ſhould die before him, where's her dower?*

*Tra.* That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.

*Gre.* And may not young men die as well as old?

*Bap.* Well, Gentlemen. I am thus reſolv'd,
*On Sunday* next, you know,
*My daughter Katherine is to be married;
*Now on the Sunday following ſhall Bianca
*Be Bride to you, if you make this affurance;
*If not, to ſignior Gremio;*

*And to I take my leave, and thank you both.*

*Gre.* Adieu good neighbour: now I fear thee not;
Sirrah, young Gameſter, your Father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waining age
Set foot under thy table: tut, a toy;
An old Italian Fox is not so kind, my boy.

*Tra.* A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide;
Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten:

'Tis in my head to do my maſter good:
I fee no reafon but ſuppos'd Lucentio

Muſt get a Father, call'd ſuppos'd Vincentio;

And that's a wonder: Fathers commonly

Do get their children; but in this cafe of wooing,

A child ſhall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning.

*Exit.*

*Exit.*

*Exit.*

Actus Tertius.

*Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.*

*Luc.* Fidler, forbear; you grow too forward fir;
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her ſifter Katherine welcom'd you withal?

*Hort.* But wrangling pedant, this is
The patronets of heavenly harmony;
That give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in Mufick we have ſpent an hour,
Your Læcture ſhall have leifure for as much,

*Luc.* Preſoperous Aſs that never read to far;
To know the caufe why Mufick was ordain'd:
Was it not to reſrefh the mind of man
After his ſtudies, or his uſual pain?

Then give me leave to read Philosophy;
And while I paſſe, ſerve in your harmony.

*Hort.* I will not bear these braves of thine.

*Bian.* Why, Gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To ſtrive for that which reſſeth in my choice:

*I am no breeching ſcholar in the Schooſs;*

*I'le not be tied to hour, nor pointed times,*

*But learn my Lefſons as I pleale my ſel;*

*And to cut off all atrife, here fit we down,*

*Take you your inſtrument, play you the whileſes,
His Læcture will be done e're you have tun'd.*

*Hort.* You'll leave his Læcture when I am in tune?

*Luc.* That will be never: tune your inſtrument.

*Bian.* Where left we laſt?

*Luc.* Here, Madam: *Hic ibat Simois, hic eſt Sigeia tellus,
hic ſleterat Priami regia celſa ſenis.*

*Bian.* Conſtrue them.

*Luc.* Hic ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,
hic eſt, ſon unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tellus,
difguifed thus to get your Love, hie ſleterat, and that Lucentio that
comes a wooing, Priami, is my Man Tranio, regia, bear-
ing my Port, celſa ſenis, that we might beguile the old Pan-
taloon.

*Hort.* Madam, my inſtrument's in tune.

*Bian.* Let's hear. O ſie, the treble jars.

*Luc.* Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

*Bian.* Now let me fee if I can conſtrue it: Hic that simo-
is, I know you not, hie eſt Sigeia tellus, I truſt you not, hie
ſleterat priami, take heed he hear us not, regia, prelume nor,
celſa ſenis, defpair not.

*Hort.* Madam, 'tis now in tune.

*Luc.* All but the Bafe.

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*Hort.*

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Hrt. The bafe is right ; 'is the bafe knave that jars.

Luc. How fiery and froward our Pedant is !

Now for my Life that knave doth court my Love :

Pedafule, I'le watch you better yet :

In time I may believe, yet I miftruſt.

Bian. Miftruſt it not ; for ſure Aacides

WES Ajax: call'd ſo from his Grandfather.

Hort. I muſt believe my Maſter; eſſe I promife you,
I ſhouſd be arguſing full upon that doubt :

But let it reſt: now Litio to you :

Good maſter, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleaſant with you both.

Bian. You may go walk, and give me leave a while ;

My Lefſons make not Mufick in three parts.

Luc. Are you ſo formal, fir ? well, I muſt wait

And watch withal: for but I be deceiv'd,

Our fine Mufician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the inſtrument,

To learn the order of my fingering,

I muſt begin with Rudiments of Art,

To teach you Gamoth in a brieſer ſort,

More pleaſant, pithy, and effectual,

Than hath been taught by any of my trade ;

And there it is in writing fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am pat ſt my Gamoth long ago.

Hor. Yet read the Gamoth of Hortenſio.

Bian. Gamoth I am, the ground of all accord :

Are, to pleafe Hortenſio's paſſion :

Beeina, Bianca take him for thy Lord,

Cfaſt, that loves me with all affection :

D ſolre, one Cliffe, two Notes have I,

Elams, how pity, or I die.

Call you this Gamoth ? tut, I like it not ;

Old fashions pleaſe me beſt ; I am not ſo nice

To change true rules for old inventions.

Enter a Messengër.

N'ck. Miftris, your Father prays you leave your books,

And help to drefs your lifters chamber up ;

You know to morrow is the Wedding-day.

Bian. Farewell fweet Maſters both ; I muſt be gone.

Luc. Faith Miftris then I have no cauſe to ſtay.

Hor. But I have cauſe to pry into this pedant ;

Methinks he looks as tho he were in Love :

Yet if thoughts, Bianca, be ſo humble

To caſt thy wandring eyes on every ſtale ;

Seize thee that Lift; if once I find thee ranging,

Hortenſis will be quit with thee by changing.

Exit.

Enter Baptiſta, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others, attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this the pointed day

That Katherine and Petruchio should be married ;

And yet we hear not of our ſon in Law.

What will be faſd ? what mockery will it be,

To want the Bridegroom when the Prieft attrends

To ſpeak the ceremonial Rites of Marriage ?

What ſays Lucentio to this ſhame of ours ?

Kate. No ſhame but mine ; I muſt forſooth be forſt

To give my hand oppoſ'd againſt my heart,

Unto a mad-brain Rudesby, full of ſpleen,

Who woo'd in haſte, and means to wed at leifure.

I told you I, he was a frantick Fool,

Hiding his bitter jeſts in blunt behaviour ;

And to be noted for a merry man :

He'w a thouſand, point the day of Marriage,

Make Friends, invite ; yes and proclaim the Banes ;

Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.

Now muſt the World point at poor Katherine,

And ſay, to there is mad Petruchio's Wife,

If it would pleaſe him come and marry her:

Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptiſta too ;

Upon my Life Petruchio means but well,

Whatever Fortune ſtays him from his word,

Tho he be blunt, I know him paffing wife ;

Tho he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

Kate. Would Katherine had never feen him tho.

Exit weeping.

Bap. Go Girl: I cannot blame thee now to weep.

For ſuch an injury would vex a faint,

Much more a ſhrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Maſter, Maſter ; news, and ſuch news as you never
heard of.

Bap. Is it new and old too ? how may that be?

Bio. Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's com-
ing?

Bap. Is he come ?

Bio. Why no fir.

Bap. What then ?

Bio. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here ?

Bio. When he ſtands where I am, and fees you there.

Tra. But ſay, what to thy old news ?

Bio. Why. Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old
jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turn'd; a pair of
boots that have been candle-caſes, one buckled, another
lac'd; an old ruity ſword tane out of the Town-Armory,
with a broken hilt, and chaplets; with two broken poſes
his horſe hip'd with an old mothy faddle, the ſirrops of no
kindred: beſide poſſed with the Glanders, and like to moſt
in the chine; troubled with the Lampaffe, inſefted with the
Fashions, ſull of Windgalls, ſped with Spavins, rated with
the Tellows, paſt cure of the Fives, ſtark ſpoil'd with the
Staggers, begnawn with the Bots, Waid in the back, and
shoulder-flotten; neer leg'd before, and with a half cchoſer
Bit, and a headſtall of sheep's Leather; which being a-
ſtrain'd to keep him from ſlumbling, hath been often burt,
and now repaired with knots; one Girth fix times piec'd,
and a Womans Crupper of Velure, which hath two Letten
for her name, fairly ſet down in ſtuds, and here and there
piec'd with packthred.

Bap. Who comes with him ?

Bio. Oh fir, his Lackey, for all the World compari-
fon'd like the Horſe; with a Linnen ſtock on one Leg,
and a kerſey boot-hoſe on the other, garſed with a red
and blew Lift; an old hat, and the humor of forty ſand's
prickt up in't for a feather: a Monſter, a very Monſter in
apparel, and not like a Chriſtian Foot-boy, or Gentlemen
Lackey.

Tra. 'Tis some odd humor pricks him to this ſaſhion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howſoever he comes.

Bio. Why fir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not ſay he comes ?

Bio. Who ? that that Petruchio cam ?

Bap. I, that Petruchio came.

Bio. No fir; I ſay his horſe comes with him on his back.

Bap. VVhy that's all one.

Bio. Nay by S. Jamy I hold you a penny, a horſe and a
man is more than one; and yet not many.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Pet. Come, where be theſe Gallants? who's at home ?

Bap. You are welcome fir.

Pet. And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra. Not ſo well apparel'd as I wifh you were.

Pet. VVere it better I ſhould ruff in thus.

But where is Kate ? where is my lovely Bride ?

How does my father ? Gentles, methinks you frown,

And wherefore gzeſe this wondrous company,

As if they ſaw ſome wondrous Monument,

Som

["I be I aming of the Shrew.", "199", "Some Comet, or some unfulful prodigy ?", "Bap. VWhy fir, you know this is your VVedding-day:", "First were we fad, fearing you would not come;\nNow fadder that you come unprovided.", "Fie, doff this habit; fhame to your Eftate,\nAn eye-fore to our Solemn festival.", "Tra. And tell us what occasion of import", "Hath all to long detain'd you from your wife,\nAnd fent you hither to unlike your felf ?", "Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harfh to hear ;", "Sufficeth I am come to keep my word,", "The inſome part enforced to digreſs,", "VWhich at more leifure I will to excufe,\nAs you ſhall well be ſatified withal.", "But where is Kate ? I ſay too long from her.", "The morning wears ; 'tis time we were at Church.", "Tra. See not your Bride in theſe unreverent Robes ;", "Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine.", "Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'le visit her.", "Bap. But thus I truſt you will not marry her.", "Pet. Good footh even thus; Therefore ha' done with\nwords ;", "To me ſhe's married, not unto my clothes:", "Could I repair what ſhe will wear in me,", "As I could change the ſoore accoutrements,\n'Twere well for Kate, and better for my ſelf.", "But what a fool am I to chat with you,", "When I should bid good morrow to my Bride,\nAnd feal the title with a lovely kit?", "Exit.", "Tra. He hath ſtome meaning in his mad attire:", "We will perfwade him, be it poffible,", "To put on better e're he go to Church.", "Bap. I'le after him, and fee the event of this.", "Exit.", "Tra. But fir, Love concerneth us to add", "Her father's fliking; which to bring to paſs", "As before I imparted to your Worſhip;", "I am to get a man; what e're he be", "It skills not much; we'l fit him to our turn ;", "And he ſhall be Vincentio of Pisa,", "And make aſſurance here in Padua.", "Of greater fums than I have promiſed :", "So ſhall you quietly injoy your hope,", "And marry ſweet Bi'mea with content.", "Luc. VWhere it not that my ſellow ſchool-mafter", "Doth watch Bianca's ſteps ſo narrowly,", "'Twere good methinks to ſcal our Marriage;", "VWhich once perform'd, let all the world ſay no,", "I'le keep mine own defpight of all the world.", "Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,", "And watch our vantage in this buſineſs :", "VVe'l over-reach the gray-beard Gremio,", "The narrow prying father Minola,", "The quaint Muſcian amorous Littio ;", "All for my Maſter's ſake Lucentio.", "Enter Gremio.", "Signior Gremio, came you from the Church ?", "Gre. As willingly as e're I came from ſchool.", "Tra. And is the Bride and Bridegroom coming home ?", "Gre. A Bridegroom ſay you ? 'tis a groom indeed,", "A grumbling groom; and that the girl ſhall find.", "Tra. Curiuer than the ? why 'tis impoſſible.", "Gre. VWhy he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.", "Tra. VWhy ſhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.", "Gre. Tut, ſhe's a Lamb, a Dove, a Fool to him:", "Ile tell you fir Lucentio, when the Priſet", "Should ask if Katherine ſhould be his wife ?", "I by gogs woons quoth he; and ſwere ſo loud,", "That all amaz'd the Priſet let fall the book ;", "And as he ſtoop'd again to take it up,", "This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him ſuch a cuff,\nThat down ſell Priſet and book, and book and Priſet.", "Now take them up (quoth he) if any lift.", "Tra. What faid the Wench when he roſe up again ?", "Gre. Trembled and ſhook : for why, he ſtamp'd and\nfwore,", "As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.", "But after many Ceremonies done,", "He calls for Wine: a health quoth he; as if", "He had been aboard carowzing to his Mateſs", "After a ſtorm: quaſt off the Muſcadel,", "And threw the Sops all in the Sexton's face :", "Having no other reſon, but that his beard", "Grew thin and hungerly, and ſeem'd to ask", "His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took", "The Bride about the neck, and kift her lips", "With ſuch a clamorous ſmack, that at the parting", "All the Church did eſcho: and I feeing this,", "Came thence for very ſhame; and after me", "I know the Rout is coming: Such a mad Marriage", "Never was before. Hark, hark, I hear the Minſrels play.", "Muſick plays.", "Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortenſio, Eaptifta.", "Pet. Gentlemen and Friends, I thank you for your\npains:", "I know you think to dine with me to day,", "And have prepar'd great ſfore of Wedding-cheer ;", "But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence ;", "And therefore here I mean to take my leave.", "Bap. Is't poffible you will away to night ?", "Pet. I muſt away to day before night come :", "Make it no wonder: if you knew my buſineſs,", "You would intreat me rather go than ſlay.", "And honeſt company, I thank you all,", "That have beheld me give away my ſelf", "To this moſt patient ſweet and vertuous Wife :", "Dine with my father, drink a health to me ;", "For I muſt hence, and farewell to you all.", "Tra. Let me intreat you ſlay till after dinner.", "Pet. It may not be.", "Gre. Let me intreat you,", "Pet. It cannot be.", "Kat. Let me intreat you :", "Pet. I am content.", "Kat. Are you content to ſlay ?", "Pet. I am content you ſhall intreat me ſlay ;", "But yet not ſlay, intreat me how you can.", "Kat. Now if you love me ſlay.", "Pet. Gru'mio, my horle.", "Gru. I fir, they be ready ; the Oats have eaten the\nhorſes.", "Kat. Nay then", "Do what thou canſt, I will not go to day ;", "No, nor to morrow, nor till I pleafe my ſelf:", "The door is open fir, there lies your way,", "You may be jogging whiles your boots are green:", "For me, I'le not be gone till I pleafe my ſelf:", "'Tis like you'l prove a jolly ſurly groom,", "That take it on you at the firſt ſo roundly.", "Pet. O Kate: content thee; prethee be not angry.", "Kat. I will be angry: What haſt thou to do ?", "Father, be quiet; he ſhall ſlay my leilure.", "Gre. I marry fir, now it begins to work.", {"bbox": [471, 1148, 776

The taming of the Shrew.

My horfe, my ox, my als, my any thing;
And here the flands, touch her who ever dare;
Ile bring mine action on the proudest he
That flops my way in *Padua*: *Grumio*
Draw forth thy Weapon; we are belt with thieves;
*Rescue thy Miftris if thou be a man:*
Fear not (weet Wench) they shall not touch thee *Kate*;
Ile buckler thee againft a Million.
*Exeunt* P. Ka.

*Bp.* Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

*Gre.* Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
*Tra.* Of all mad matches never was the like.

*Luc.* Miftris, what's your opinion of your fitter ?

*Bian.* That being mad her felf, fhe's madly mated.
*Gve.* I warrant him *Petruchio* is Kated.

*Bap.* Neighbours and Friends, theo Bride and Bridegroom
wants

For to supply the places at the table,
You know there wants no junkets at the feaft: *Lucentio*,
You shall supply the Bridegroom's place,
And let *Bianca* take her fitters room.

*Tra.* Shall Iweet *Bianca* practice how to bride it ?

*Bap.* She shall *Lucentio* : Come gentlemen, let's go.

*Exeunt.*

Enter Grumio.

*Gru.* Fie, fie on all tired Jades, on all mad Mafters, and
all foul ways: Was ever man fo beaten? Was ever man fo
raide? Was ever man fo weary? I am fent before to make
a fire, and they are coming after to warm them: now were
I not a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze
in my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart
in my belly, 'e re I should come by a fire to thaw me; but I
with blowing the fire fhall warm my felf: for confidering the
weather, a taller man than I will take cold: Holla, hoa *Cur-
tis*.

Enter Curtis.

*Curt.* Who is it that calls fo coldly ?

*Gru.* A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou maift slide
from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my
head and my neck. A fire good *Curtis*.

*Cur.* Is my Mafter and his Wile coming, *Grumio*?

*Gru.* Oh I, *Curtis*, I; and therefore fire, fire, caft on no
water.

*Cur.* Is he so hot a fhrew as fhe's reported ?

*Gru.* She was, good *Curtis*, before this Frock; but thou
know'ft Winter tames Man, Woman and Beaſt: for it hath
tam'd my old Mafter, and my new Miftris, and my felf, fel-
low *Curtis*.

*Curt.* Away you three-inch fool; I am no beaſt.

*Gru.* Am I but three inches? Why thy horn is a foot,
and fo long am I at the leaſt. But wilt thou make a fire, or
thall I complain on thee to our Miftris, whoſe hand (the be-
ing now at hand) thou fhalt foon feel to thy cold comfort,
for being flow in thy hot office.

*Cur.* I pretheſt, good *Grumio*, tell me, how goes the
World?

*Gru.* A cold world, *Curtis*, in every office but thine; and
therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my Ma-
ſter and Miftris are almost frozen to death.

*Cur.* There's fire ready; and therefore good *Grumio* the
news.

*Gru.* VVhy Jack boy, ho boy, and as much news as thou
wilt.

*Curt.* Come, you are ſo full of conicatching.

*Gru.* VVhy therefore fire, for I have caught extream cold.
VWhere's the Cook? is ſupper ready, the houſe trimm'd,
rufheſrew'd, cobwebs ſwept, the ſerving-men in their new
Fuſt an, their white ſtockings, and every officer his wedding
garment on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without,
Carpets laid, and every thing in order ?

*Cur.* All ready: and therefore I pray thee what news?

*Gru.* Firſt, know my horſe is tired, my Mafter and Mafſer
ſaln out.

*Cur.* How?

*Gru.* Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hang
a tale.

*Cur.* Let's hat good *Grumio*.

*Gru.* Lend thine ear.

*Cur.* Here.

*Gru.* There.

*Gru.* This ?tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

*Gru.* And therefore ?tis call'd a ſenſible tale: and this Gru
was but to knock at your ear, and befeech lifting: now
begin: *Imprimis*, we came down a foul hill, my maſter riding
behind my Maftris.

*Cur.* Both of one horſe ?

*Gru.* VVhat's that to thee ?

*Cur.* VVhy a horſe.

*Gru.* Tell thou the tale: but had'ſt thou not croſt me,
thou ſhould'ſt have heard how her horſe fell, and the under
her horſe: thou ſhould'ſt have heard in how miery a place,
how ſhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horſe upon
her, how he beat me becauſe her horſe ftumbled, how ſhe
vaded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he lowed,
hovv ſhe pray'd that never pray'd before, how I crid', how
the horſes ran avvay, how her bridle vvas burſt, how I loſt
my crupper, with many things of vorthy memory, which
novv ſhall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd
thy grave.

*Cur.* By this reckoning he is more ſhrew than ſhe.

*Gru.* I, and that thou and the proudest of you all ſhall
find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Cal
forth Nathaniel, *Joseph*, *Nicholas*, *Philip*, *Walter*, *Sage*,
and the reſt: let their heads be flickly comb'd, their blew
coats bruff'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let
them curſe vwith their left legs, and not preume to touch
a hair of my maſter's horſe tail, till they kilſ their hands.
Are they all ready ?

*Cur.* They are.

*Gru.* Call them foreſt.

*Cur.* Do you hear ho ? You muſt meet my maſter to
counterance my miftris.

*Gru.* VVhy ſhe hath a face of her ovvr.

*Gru.* VVho knowſs not that ?

*Gru.* Thou it ſeems, that calls for company to counterance
her.

*Cur.* I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving men.

*Gru.* VVhy ſhe comes to borrovv nothing of them.

*Nat.* VVelcome home *Grumio*.

*Phil.* How novv *Grumio*?

*Yof.* What *Grumio*.

*Nick.* Fellow *Grumio*.

*Nath.* How now old lad.

*Gru.* Welcome you, how now you: what you: fel-
low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my ſpruce
companions, is all ready, and all things neat ?

*Nat.* All things are ready; how near is our maſter?

*Gru.* E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
not ______ Cocks paſſion, ſilence, I hear my M-
ſter.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

*Pet.* Where be theſe knaves ? What no man at door to
hold my firrop, nor to take my horſe ? Where is *Nath-
niel*, *Gregory*, *Philip*?

*All Ser.* Here, here fir, here fir.

*Pet.* Here fir, here fir, here fir, here fir,

You loggerheaded and unpolifht grooms:

What ? no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ?

Where is the foolish knave I ſent before ?

*Gru.*

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Gru. Here fir, as foolith as I was before.
Pet. You peant, fwain, you whorefon malt-horfe drudg,
Did I not bid thee meet me in the Park,
And bring along the rafal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat fir, was not fully made,
And Gabriels pumps were all unpink? i' th' heel :
There was no Link to colour Peters hat,
And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing :
There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory,
The reft were ragged, old, and b'ggarly,
Yet as they are, they come to meet you.
Pet. Go rafals, go and fetch my fupper in.
Ex. Ser.
Where is the life that late I led ?
Where are thofe ? Sit down Kate.
And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with Fupper.

Why when I fay ? Nay good sweet Kate be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues! you willians, when ?

It was the Friar of Orders gray,
As he forth walked on his way.

Out you rogue, you pluck my foot away,
Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
Be merry Kate: Some water here, what hoa.

Enter one with water.

Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my Coufain Ferdinand come hither:
One Kate that you muft kifs, and be acquainted with,
Where are my flippers? Thall I have fome water ?
Come Kate and wath, and welcome heartily :

You whorefon villain will you let it fall ?

Kat. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whorefon beetle-headed flap-ear'd knave:
Come Kate fit down, I know you have a stomack,
Will you give thanks, Iweet Kate, or else shall I?

What's this, Mutton ?

I. Ser. I.

Pet. Who brought it ?

Ser. I.

Pet. 'Fis burnt, and fo is all the meat :

What dogs are thefe ? where is the rafal Cook ?

How durft you chellans bring it from the drescher,
And ferve it thus to me: that love it not ?

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all.

You heedeſt jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves.

What, do you grumble ? Ple be with you ſtraight.

Kat. I pray you husband be not ſo difquiet,
The meat was well, if you were ſo contented.

Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expreſſly am forbid to touch it:

For it engenders choller, planteth anger,

And better 'twere that both of us did faſt,

Since of our ſelves, our ſelves are choller i'ck,

Than feed it with ſuch over-roſed ſeffeh :

Be patient, to morrow't ſhall be mended,

And for this night we'l faſt for company.

Come I will bring thee to thy Bridal Chamber.

Exeunt.

Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didst ever fee the like ?

Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Gru. Where is he ?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

Cur. In her Chamber, making a ſermon of continency
to her, and rails, and ſwears, and rates, that ſhe ( poor
foul) knows not which way to ſtand, to look, to ſpeak,

and fits as one new rilen from a dream. Away, away, for
he is coming hither.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end ſuccesſullly :
My falcon now is ſharp, and paffing empty,
And till the ſloop, the muſt not be full gorg'd,
For then ſhe never looks upon her lure.

Another way I have to man my haggard,
To make her cone, and know her Keepers call :

That is, to watch her, as we watch theſe Kites,

That bait and bear, and will not be obedient :

She eat no meat to day, nor none ſhall eat.

Laſt night ſhe flept not, nor to night ſhall not :

As with the meat, ſome undeferved fault

Ple find about the making of the bed.

And here Ile fling the pillow, there the bolſter,
This way the Coverlet, another way the Sheets ;

I, and amid this hurly Tintend,

That all is done in reverend care of her.

And in conclusion, ſhe ſhall watch all night,

And if the chance to nod, I'le rail and brawl,

And with the clamour keep her ſtill awake ;

This is a way to kill a Wife with kindneſs,

And thus I'le curb her mad and head-ſtrong humour.

He that knows better how to tame a ſhrew,

Now let him ſpeak, 'tis charity to ſhew.

Enter Tranio and Hortenſio.

Tra. Is't poffible friend Liffio, that Miftref's Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you fir, ſhe bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfie you in what I have faid,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca.

Luc. Now Miftref's, profit you in what you read ?

Bian. What Maſter read you firſt, refolve me that ?

Luc. I read that I profels the art to love.

Bian. And may you prove fir, maſter of your art ?

Luc. VVhile you ſweet dear prove miftref's of my
heart.

Hor. Quick proceeders marry; now tell me I pray, you
that durſt ſwear that your miftref's Bianca lov'd me in the
VWorld fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. Oh deſpightful Love, unconſtant woman kind ; I
tell thee Liffio this, is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Liffio,
Nor a Mufician as I ſeem to be,
But one that ſeon to live in this dilguife,
For ſuch a one as leaves a Gentleman,
And makes a God of ſuch a Cullion :
Know fir, that I am call'd Hortenſio.

Tra. Signior Hortenſio, I have often heard
Of your entire ſection to Bianca,
And since mine eyes are witneſs of her lightneſs,
I will with you if you be ſo contented,
Forſwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See how they kifs and court ; Signior Lucentio,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more, but do forſwear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfained oath,
Never to marry with her, tho ſhe would intreat.
Fie on her, fee how beaſtly ſhe doth court him.

Hor. VVould all the world but he had quite forſworn
For me, that I may ſureely keep mine oath
I will be married to a wealthy Widow,
Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me,

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["The taming of the Shrew.", "As I have lov'd this proud difdainful Haggard :\nAnd to tarewel Signior Lueentio :", "Kindneſs in Women, not their beauteous looks\nShall win my Love: and fo I take my leave,\nin reſolution as I woe before.", "Tra. Miftris Bianca, bleſs you with ſuch grace", "As longeth to a Lover's bleſſed caſe :", "Nay, I have tane you napping, gentle Love,\nAnd have forſworn you with Hortenſio.", "Bian. Tranio you left: but have you both forſworn me?", "Tra. Miftris we have.", "Luc. Then we are rid of Lifo.", "Tra. I' faith he'l have a lufty Widow now,", "That ſhall be woo'd and wedded in a day.", "Bian. God give him joy.", "Tra. I, and he'l tame her:", "Bian. He ſays to Tranio.", "Tra. Faith he is gone unto the taming ſchool.", "Bian. The taming ſchool: what is there ſuch a place?", "Tra. I Miftris, and Petruchio is the Maſter", "That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty longs,", "To tame a ſhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.", "### Enter Biondello.", "Bion. Oh Maſter, Maſter, I have watcht to long", "That I am dog-weary; but at laſt I ſpied", "An ancient Angel coming down the hill", "Will ſerve the turn.", "Tra. What is he, Biondello ?", "Bio. Maſter, a Marcantant, or a pedant ;", "I know not what; but formal in apparel ;", "In gate and countenance furly, like a father.", "Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?", "Tra. If he be credulous, and truſt my tale,", "I'le make him glad to ſeem Vincentio,", "And give alluſurance to Baptista Minola,", "As if he were the right Vincentio :", "Take me your Love, and then let me alone.", "### Enter a Pedant.", "Ped. God ſave you fir.", "Tra. And you fir: you are welcome :", "Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheſt ?", "Ped. Sir, at the fartheſt for a Week or two ;", "But then up farther, and as far as Bome ;", "And to Tripoly, if God lend me life:", "Tra. What Countrieyman I pray ?", "Ped. Of Mantua.", "Tra. Of Mantua fir; marry God forbid ;", "And come to Padua, careleſs of your life ?", "Ped. My life fir ! how I pray ? for that goes hard.", "Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua.", "To come to Padua, know you not the caufe ?", "Your Ships are ſtaid at Venice, and the Duke", "For private quarrel'twixt your Duke and him,", "Hath publifh'd and proclaim'd it openly:", "'Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come,", "You might have heard it elle proclaim'd about.", "Ped. Alas fir, it is worſe for me than fo ;", "For I have bills for money by exchange", "From Florence, and muſt here deliver them.", "Tra. Well fir, to do you curſeſe,", "This will I do, and this I will advife you :", "First tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?", "Ped. I fir, in Pisa have I often been ;", "Pisa renowned for grave Citizens.", "Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?", "I know him not, but I have heard of him ;", "A Merchant of incomparable Wealth.", "Tra. He is my father, fir; and ſooth to ſay,", "in count'ance ſome what doth reſtْmble you:", "Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyſter, and all one.", "Tra. To ſave your life in this extremity,\nThis favour will I do you for his ſake ;\nAnd think it not the workt of all your Fortunes\nThat you are like to fir Vincentio:", "His name and credit ſhall you undertake,\nAnd in my houſe you ſhall be friendly lodg'd :\nLook that you take upon you as you ſhould :\nYou underſtand me fir: to ſhall you ſlay\nTill you have done your buſineſs in the City :\nIf this be court'ſie fir, accept of it.", "", "Ped. Oh fir I do, and will repute you ever\nThe patron of my Life and Liberty.", "Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good :", "This by the way I let you underſtand,", "My father is here look'd for every day,\nTo paſs alluſurance of a dowre in marriage", "'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here :", "In all theſe circumſtances I'll inſtruct you :", "Go with me fir to cloath you as becomes you.", "Exemm.", "Aclus Quartus. Scena Prima.", "### Enter Katherina and Grumio.", "Gru. No, no forſooth, I dare not for my life.", "Kat. The more my wrong; the more his ſpite appears:", "What did he marry me to famiſh me ?", "Beggars that come unto my father's door,", "Upon intreaty have a prefent alms ;", "If not, elſwhere they meet with charitie :", "But I, who never knew how to intreat,", "Nor never needed that I ſhould intreat,", "Am ſtary'd for meat, giddy for lack of ſleep ;", "With Oaths kept waking, and with brawling ſed ;", "And that which ſpightſes me more than all theſe Wants,", "He does it under name of perſeſt Love :", "As who would ſay, if I ſhould ſleep or eat", "'Twere deadly fickneſs, or elle prefent death :", "I prethee go and get me ſome repaſ ;", "I care not what, to it be wholeſome food.", "Gru. What ſay you to a Neats-foot?", "Kat. 'Tis palling good; I prethee let me have it.", "Gru. I fear it is too phlegmatick a meat :", "How ſay you to a fat Tripe finely broil'd ?", "Kat. I like it well; good Grumio fetch it me.", "Gru. I cannot tell; I fear't chollerick :", "What ſay you to a piece of Beef and Muſtard ?", "Kat. A diſh that I do love to feed upon.", "Gru. I, but the Muſtard is too hot a little.", "Kat. Why then the Beef, and let the Muſtard reſt.", "Gru. Nay then I will not ; you ſhall have the Muſtard,", "Or elle you get no Beef of Grumio.", "Kat. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.", "Gru. Why then the Muſtard without the Beef.", "Kat. Go get thee gone, thou falſe deluding ſtave,", "Beats him.", "That feed'rt me with the very name of meat :", "Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you", "That triumphs thus upon my miſery :", "Go get thee gone, I ſay.", "### Enter Petruchio and Hortenſio with meat.", "Pet. How fares my Kate ? What, ſweeting, all amost?", "Hor. Miftris, what cheer?", "Kat. Faith as cold as ascan be.", "Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me :", "Here Love, thou feetest how diligent

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I am fure, Iweet Kate, this kindneſt merits thanks.
What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'ſt it not :
And all my pains is forſted to no proof.

Here take away the diſh.

Kat. I pray you let it stand.

Pet. The pooreſt ſervice is repaid with thanks,

And fo ſhall mine before you touch the meat.

Kat. I thank you fir.

Hor. Signior Petrucho, ſie you are too blame :

Come Miftris Kate, I'le bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all Hortentio, if thou loveſt me :

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart ;
Kate eat apace ; and now my honey love,
Will we return unto thy Fathers houſe,
And revel it as bravely as the beſt,
With ſilken coats and caps, and golden Rings,
With Ruffs and Cuffs, and Fardingsals, and things:

With Scarſſ, and Fanns, and double change of brav'ry,

With Amber Bracelets, Beads and all this knav'ry.
With haſt thou din'd ? The Tailor ſays thy leaſure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling treaſure.

Enter Tailor.

Come Tailor, let us ſee theſe ornaments,

Enter Hab:rdafher.

Lay forth the gown. What news with you fir ?

Fel. Here is the cap your worſhip did beſpeak.
Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,

A Velvet diſh: ſie, ſie, 'tis lewd and filthy,
Wh y'tis a cockle or a walnut-fell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a babies cap :

Lay with it, come let me have a bigger.

Kat. I'le have no bigger, this doth fit the time,

And gentlewomen wear ſuch caps as theſe.

Pet. When you are gentle, you ſhall have one too,

And not till then.
Hor. That will not be in haſt.

Kat. Why fir, I truſt I may have leave to ſpeak,

And ſpeak I will. I am no child, no babe,
Your betters have endur'd me, ſay my mind.

And if you cannot, beſt you ſtop your ears.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or eſle my heart concealing it will break,
And rather than it ſhall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermoſt as I pleate in words.

Pet. Why thou ſay't true, it is a patry cap,

A cuſtard coſſen, a bauble, ſilken pie,
I love thee well in that thou lik't it not.

Kat. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap,
And it I will have, or I will have none.

Pet. Why gown, why I : come Tailor let us fee't,
O mercy God, what masking ſtuff is here ?

What ? this a ſleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon,

What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart ?

Here ſnip, and nip, and cut, and flath and flath,

Like to a Cenfor in a barbers ſhop :

Why what a Devil's name Traylor call't thou this ?
Hor. I fee't he's like to have neither cap nor gown.

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the ſashion, and the time.

Pet. Marry and did: but if you be ſemembred,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go hop me over every kennel home,

For you ſhall hop without my cuſtome fir :
I'le none of it: hence, make your beſt of it.

Kat. I never ſaw a better ſaſhion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable :
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why true, he means to make a puppet of thee.

Ta: She ſays your Worſhip means to make a puppet
of her.

Pet. Oh moſt monſtrous arrogance :

Thou lyeſt, thou thred, thou thimble,

Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail ;
Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter-cricket thou :

Brav'd in mine own houſe with a skein of thred :

Away thou Rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,

Or I ſhall ſo be meet thee with thy yard,

As thou ſhalt think on prating whil't thou liv't :
I tell thee I, that thou haſt mar'd her gown.

Tail. Your worſhip is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Juit as my Maſter had direction :

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the fluff.

Tail. But how did you deſire it ſhould be made ?

Gru. Marry fir with needle and thred.

Tail. But did you not requeſt to have it Cut ?

Gru. Thou haſt fac'd many things.

Tail. I have.

Gru. Face not me : thou haſt brav'd many men, brave
not me : I will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. I ſay unto thee,
I bid thy maſter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him
cut it to pieces. Ergo thou lieſt.

Tail. Why here is the note of the ſaſhion to teſtify:

Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throat if he ſay I ſaid ſo.

Tail. Imprimis, a loofe bodied gown.

Gru. Maſter, if ever I ſaid loofe-bodied gown, ſow me
in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottome
of brown thred : I ſaid a gown.

Pet. Proceed.

Tail. With a ſmall compaſſ cap.

Gru. I confels the cape.

Tail. With a trunk ſleeve.

Gru. I confels two ſleeves.

Tail. The ſleeves curiouſly cut.

Pet. I there's the villany.

Gru. Error 'tbill fir, error 'tbill : I commanded
the ſleeves should be cut out, and ſow'd up again, and that
I'le prove upon thee, tho thy little finger be armed in a
thimble.

Tail. This is true that I ſay, and I had thee in place
where, thou shouldſt know it.

Gru. I am for thee ſtraight : take thou the bill, give me
thy meet-yard, and ſpare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio, then he ſhall have no
odd's.

Pet. Well fir in brief the gown is not for me.

Gru. You are 'tth right fir, 'tis for my miſtris.

Pet. Go take it up unto thy maſters uſe.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life : Take up my Miſtrſes
gown for thy maſters uſe.

Pet. Why fir, what's your conceit in that ?

Gru. Oh fir, the conceit is deeper than you think for :
Take up my Miſtris gown unto his maſters uſe.

Oh ſie, ſie, ſie.

Pet. Hortentio, ſay thou wilt ſee the Tailor paid :

Go take it hence, be gone, and ſay no more.

Hor. Tailor, Ple pay thee for thy gown to morrow,
Take no unkindneſts of his haſtay words :

Away I ſay, commend me to thy Maſter.

Exit. Tail.

Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will unto your fathers :
Even in theſe honest mean habiſtiments :

Our purſes ſhall be proud, our garments poor :
For 'tis the mind that mak's the body rich.

And as the Sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meaneſt habit.

What is the Jay more precious than the Lark,
Because his feathers are more beauroſul ?

Or is the Adder better than the Eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye ?

Oh no, good Kate : neither art thou the worſe
For this poor furniture, and mean array.

If thou accounted't it ſhame, lay it on me,
And therefore frolick, we will hence forſwith :

To

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To feast and sport us at thy fathers houfe,
Go call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horSES unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see, I think 'tis now fome feven a clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Kat. I dare affure you fir, 'tis almost two.
And 'twill be fupper time ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be feven ere I go to horfe:
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still croffing it; fir's left alone,
I will not go to day, and ere I do,
It shall be what a clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why fo : this gallant will command the fun.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drest like Vincentio.

Tra. Sirs, this is the houfe, please it you that I call.
Ped. I what elfe, and but I be deceived,
Signior Baptista may remember me.

Near twenty years ago in Genoa.

Tra. Where we were Lodgers, at the Pegasus :
'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe
With fuch auferitance as longeth to a Father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but fir, here comes your boy.
'Twere good he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him : firrah Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly I advife you :
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptista?
Bion. I told him that your Father was in Venice,
And that you look't for him in Padua.

Tra. That's a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink,
Here comes Baptista: fet your countenance, fir.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio; and Pedant booted
and bare-headed.

Tra. Signior Baptista you are happily met :
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of,
I pray you ſtand good Father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Pd. Soft ſon : fir by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in ſome debts, my ſon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty caufe
Of love between your daughter and himſelf:
And for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And ſhe to him ; to ſtay him not too long,
I am content in a good fathers care
To have him matcht, and if you pleafe to like
No worſe than I fir upon ſome agreement,
Me ſhall you find moſt ready and moſt willing
With one conſent to have her ſo beſotted :
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear ſo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to ſay,
Your plaſneſs and your ſhortneſs pleaſe me well :
Right true it is, your ſon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and ſhe loveth him,
Or both diſſemble deeply their affeſtions :
And therefore if you ſay no more than this,
That like a Father you will deal with him,
And pafs my daughter a ſufficient dowe,
The match is made and all is done,
Your ſon ſhall have my daughter with conſent

Tra. I thank you fir, where then do you know beſt
We be affiſed, and ſuch affurance tane,
As ſhall with either parts agreement ſtand.

Bap. Not in my houſe Lucentio, for you know

Pitchers have ears, and I have many ſervants,
Befides old Gremio is harkning ſtill,
And haply we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you fir :
There doth my father lie ; and there this night
We'l pafs the buſineſs privately and well :
Send for your daughter by your ſervant here,
My Boy ſhall fetch the Scrivener prefently.
The workſt is this, that at ſo ſlender warning,
You are like to have a thin and ſlender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well:

Cambio. hie you home, and bid Bianca make her ready
straight:

And if you will tell what hath hapned,
Lucentio's Father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how ſhe's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Bion. I pray the gods ſhe may with all my heart,

Exit.

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Enter Peter.

Signior Baptista, ſhall I lead the way,

VVe come, one meſs is like to be your cheer

Come fir, we will better it in Pisa.

Bap. I follow you.

Exaue

Enter Lucentio, and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. VVhat haſt thou Biondello ?

Biond. You ſaw my Maſter wink and laugh upon you
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Biond. Faith nothing ; but has left me here behind
to expound the meaning, or moral of his ſigns and re-
kens.

Luc. I pray the moralize them.

Biond. Then thus. Baptista is ſafe talking with the de-
ceiving Father of a deceitful Son.

Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the ſup-
per:

Luc. And then?

Bion. The old Prieft at St. Luke's Church is at your com-
mand at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell, except they are buſed about a
counteſt affurance ; take you affurance of her, Cumpri-
vilegio ad Imprimendum ſolum, to th' Church take this
Prieft, Clark, and ſome ſufficient honeſt witneſſes :
If this be not that you ſook for, I have no more to ſay,
But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day

Luc. Hear ſt thou Biondello.

Bion. I cannot tarry ; I knew a wench married in an al-
ternoon as ſhe went to the Garden for Parſley to ſluffe
Rabitz, and ſo may you fir : and ſo adieu fir, my Maſter
hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's to bid the
Prieft be ready to come againſt you come with your appen-
dix.

Exit.

Luc. I may and will, if ſhe be ſo contented :
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore ſhould I doubt?
Hap what hap may, Ple roundly go about her:
It ſhall go hard if I Cambio go without her.

Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortenſio.

Pet. Come on a Gods name, once more towards our
Fathers.

Good Lord how bright and goodly ſhines the Moon :
Kate. The Moon, the Sun ; it is not Moon-high
now.

Pet. I ſay it is the Moon that ſhines ſo bright.

Kat. I know it is the Sun that ſhines ſo bright.

Pet.

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Tr. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my fervant?

Vin. What am I fir ; nay what are you fir ? oh immortal God's : oh fine villain, a filken doublet, a velvet hofe, a fearlet cloak, and a copatain hat : oh I am undone, I am undone: while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervant Ipend all at the Universfity.

Tra. How now, what's the matter?

Bap. What is the man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient Gentleman by your habit ; but your words ſhew you a mad man ; why fir, what concerns it you, if I wear Pearl and Gold ; I thank my good Father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father ! oh villain, he is a Sail-maker in Ber-
gamo.

Bap. You miſtake fir, you miſtake fir, pray what do you think is his name ?

Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever ſince he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Away, away mad afs, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine only fon and heir to the Lands of me Signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio ! oh he hath murthered his Maſter; lay hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name; oh my ſon, my ſon; tell me thou villain, where is my ſon Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer ; Carry this mad knave to the Goal; father Baptista, I charge you fee that he be forth coming.

Vin. Carry me to the Goal?

Gre. Stay officer, he ſhall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talk not Signior Gremio; I ſay he ſhall go to prifon.

Gre. Take heed Signior Baptista, left you be coni-
catch'd in this buſines; I dare ſwear this is the right Vin-
centio.

Ped. Swear if thou dar't.

Gye. Nay, I dare not ſwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert beſt ſay that I am not Lucentio.

Gre: Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

Bap. Away with the dotard, to the Goal with him.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca.

Vin. Thus strangers may be ha'd and abus'd; oh mon-
ftrous villain.

Bion. Oh we are ſpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, for-
ſwear him, or eſſe we are all undone.

Exit Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant as faſt as may be.

Luc. Pardon sweet father.

Vin. Lives my ſweet fon ?

Bion. Pardon dear Father.

Bap. How haſt thou offended, where is Lucentio?

Luc. Here's Lucentio, right ſon to the right Vincentio.

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit ſuppofes bleer'd thine ein.

Gre. Here's packing with a witneſs to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio,

That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter ſo ?

Bap. VVhy, tell me if not this my Cambio?

Bios. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Lvc. Love wrought thele miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my ſtate with Tranio,
VVhile he did bear my countenance in the town,
And happily I have arriv'd at laſt

Unto the wifed haven of my blifs;
VVhat Tranio did, my ſelf enfore'd him to;
Then pardon him ſweet Father for my ſake.

Vin. Ple flit the villains noſe that would have ſent me to the Goal.

Bap. But do you hear fir, have you married my daughter
without asking my good will ?

Vin. Fear not Baptista, we will content you, go to;
but I will in, to be revenged on this villain. Exit.

Bap. And I to found the depth of this knavery. Exit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy father will not frown
Exenat.

Gre. My cake is dough, but Ple in among the reſt,
Out of hope of all, but my ſhare of the reaſt.

Kat. Husband let's follow, to fee the end of this ado.

Pet. First kifs me Kate, and we will.

Kat. What in the midſt of the ſtreet ?

Pet. What art thou affam'd of me ?

Kat. No fir, God forſid, but affam'd to kifs.

Pet. Why then let's home again: Come firra let's a-
way.

Kat. Nay, I will give thee a kifs, now pray thee Love
ray.

Pet. Is not this well? come my ſweet Kate.
Better once then never, for never too late. Exenat.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, and Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and Widdow:
The Serving-men with Tranio bringing
in a banquet.

Luc. At laſt tho long, our jarring notes agree,
And time it is when raging war is come,
To ſmile at ſcapes and perils over blown :

My fair Bianca bid my father welcome,

While I with ſelf-fame kindneſs welcome thine :

Brother Petruchio, ſifter Katherine,

And thou Hortentio with thy loving Widdow :
Feaſt with the beſt, and welcome to my house,
My Banquet is to cloſe our ſtomachs up

After our great good cheer : pray you fit down,
For now we fit to chat as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat.

Bap. Padua affords this kindneſs, ſon Petruchio.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. For both our fakes I would that word were true.

Pet. Now for my life Hortentio fears his widdow.

Hor. Then never truſt me if I be aſeard.

Pet. You are very ſenſible, and yet you miſ
fence :

I mean Hortentio is aſeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.

Kat. Miftris, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortentio that?

Hor. My Widdow ſays, thus he conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good
Widdow.

Kat. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

I pray you tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your Husband being troubled with a ſhrew,
Meafurs my husbands (orrow by his wo)
And now you know my meaning.

Kat. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right. I mean you.

Kat. And I am mean indeed, reſpecting you.

Pet. To her Kate.

Hor. To her Widdow.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate do put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha to thee lad.

Drinks to Hortentio.

["I am I aming of the Sbrem.", "207", "Bap. How like, Gremis these quick witted folks?\nGre. Believe me for, they But together well:\nBian. Head, and but an hasty witty body,\nWould fay your Head and But were head and horn.\nVn. I Mistrels Bride, hath that awakened you ?\nBian. I, but not frighted me, therefore Ple sleep a-\ngain.\nPet. Nay that you shall not since you have begun:\nHave at you fot a better jeff or two.\nBian. Am I your Bird, I mean to thift my bulf,\nAnd then purſue me as you draw your Bow.\nYouare welcome all.", "Exit Bianca.", "Pet. She hath prevented me, here fignior Tranio.", "This bird you aim'd at, tho you hit her not,\nTherefore a health to all that flot and mift.", "Tra. Oh fir, Lucentio flpt me like his Gray-hound,\nWhich runs himſelf, and catches for his Maſter.", "Pet. A good twifl ſimile, but ſomething curſiſh.", "Tra. 'Tis well fir, that you hunted for your ſelf :", "'Tis thought your Deer does hold you at a bay.", "Bap. Oh, oh Petruebio, Tranio hits you now.", "Luc. I thank thee for that gird good Tranio.", "Hor. Conſels, conſels, haſt he not hit you here ?", "Pet. A has a little gall'd me I conſels:", "And as the Jeſt did glance away from me,", "'Tis ten to one it maim'd you too outright:", "Bap. Now in good ſadneſs for Petruchio,", "(I think thou haſt the veriſh ſhrew of all.)", "Pet. Well, I ſay no; and therefore for affurance,", "Let's each one ſend unto his wife,", "And he whole wife is moſt obedient,", "To come at firſt when he doth ſend for her,", "Shall win the wager which we will propoſe.", "Hor. Content, what's the wager ?", "Pet. Twenty Crowns.", "Pet. Twenty Crowns.", "Ple venrure ſo much of my Hawk or Hound,", "But twenty times ſo much upon my Wife.", "Luc. A hundred then.", "Hor. Content.", "Pet. A match, 'tis done.", "Hor. Who ſhall begin ?", "Luc. That will I.", "Go Biondello, bid your Mistrels come to me :", "Exit.", "Bion. I go.", "Bap. Son, I'le be yourn half, Bianca comes.", "Luc. I'le have no halves : I'le bear it all my ſelf.", "Enter Biondello.", "How now, what news ?", "Bion. Sir, my Mistrels ſends you word", "That the is buſe, and cannot come.", "Pet. How ? ſhe's buſe, and cannot come: is that an an-\nwer ?", "Gre. I, and a kind one too :", "Pray God Sir your wife ſend you not a worſe.", "Pet. I hope better.", "Hor. Sirra Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to\nme forthwith. Exit Biondello.", "Pet. Oh ho, intreat her, nay then ſhe muſt needs\ncome.", "Hor. I am afraid Sir, do what you can,", "Enter Biondello.", "Yours will not be entreated : Now, where's my wife ?", "Bion. She ſays you have ſome goodly Jeſt in hand,", "She will no come : ſhe bids you come to her.", "Pet. Worſe and worſe, ſhe will not come :", "Oh vild, intolerable, not to be indur'd :", "Sirra Gruvio, go to your Mistrels,", "Say I com and her to come to me.", "Exit.", "Hor. I know her anſwer.", "Pet. What ?", "Hor. She will not.", "Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.", "Enter Katherina.", "Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katherina.", "Kat. What is your will Sir that you ſend for me ?", "Pet. Where is your Sifter, and Hortentio's wife ?", "Kat. They fit con ferring by the Parlor fire.", "Pet. Go fetch them hither, if they deny to come,\nSwinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands :", "Away I ſay, and bring them hither ſtraight.", "Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.", "Hor. And fo it is : I wonder what it boads.", "Pet. Marry peace it boads, and love, and quiet life,\nAn awful rule and right ſupremacy :", "And to be ſhort, what not, that's ſweet and happy.", "Bap. Now fair beſal the good Petruchio ?", "The wager thou haſt won, and I will add", "Unto their loſſes twenty thouland Crowns,", "Another dowry to another daughter,", "For ſhe is chang'd as ſhe had never been.", "Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,", "And how more ſign of her obedience,", "Her new built vertue and obedience.", "Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow.", "See where the comes, and brings your ſroward Wives", "As prifoners to her womanly perſwafion :", "Katherinè, that cap of yours becomes you not,", "Off with that bable, and throw it underfoot.", "Wid. Lord let me never have a cauſe to ſigh,", "Till I be brought to ſuch a filly paſs.", "Bian. Fie what a fooliſh duty call you this?", "Luc. I would your duty were as fooliſh too :", "The wifdom of your duty, fair Bianca,", "Hath coſt me five hundred Crowns ſince ſupper time.", "Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty.", "Pet. Katherinè, I charge thee tell theſe headſtrong wo-\nmen, what duty they owe to their Lords and husbands.", "Wid. Come, come, you're mocking : we will have no\ntelling.", "Pet. Come on I ſay, and firet begin with her.", "Wid. She thall not.", "Pet. I ſay the ſhall, and firſt begin with her.", "Kate. Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow,", "And dart not ſcornful glances from thofe eyes,", "To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Governour.", "It blots thy beauty as froſts bite the meads,", "Confounds thy fame, whirlwinds ſake fair buds,", "And in no ſence is meet or amiable.", "A woman mov'd is like a founſtain troubled,", "Muddy, ill ſeeming, thick, bereſt of beauty,", "And while it is ſo, none ſo dry or thirtſy", "Will dain to ſip, or touch one drop of it.", "Thy Husband is thy Lord, thy Life, thy keeſer,", "Thy Head, thy Soveraign : One that cares for thee,", "And for thy maintenance. Commits his body", "To painful labour, both by ſea and land :", "To watch the night in ſtorms, the day in cold,", "Whil'thou liſt warm at home, ſecure and ſafe,", "And craves no other tribute at thy hands,", "But love, fair looks, and rruie obedience ;", "Too little payment for ſo great a debt.", "Such duty as the Subject owes the Prince,", "Even ſuch a woman oweth to her husband :", "And when ſhe is ſroward, peeviſh ſullen, ſower,", "And not obedient to his honesſt will,", "VWhat is ſhe butaſoul contending Rebel,", {"bbox": [44

All's well that ends well.

His arched arrows, his hawking eye, his curls
In our hearts table: heart too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour.
But now he is gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Muft fanctify his Relick. Who comes here?

Enter Parolles.

One that goes with him : I love him for his fake,
And yet I know him a notorious Liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward,
Yet thefe first evils fit to fit in him,
That they take place, when Virtues feely bones
Looks bleak! 'tis cold wind ; withal, full oft we fee
Cold wifdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.

Par. Save you fair Queen.

Hel. And you Monarch.

Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on Virginity ?

Hel. I : you have fome fitain of fouldier in you : Let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity, how may we barrocado it againſt him ?

Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he affails, and our virginity though valiant,
in the defence yet is weak: unfold us fome warlike refiſt-
ance.

Par. There is none : Man fetting down before you will
undermine you, and blow you up.

Hel. Bleſs our poor Virginity from underminers, and blowers up. Is there no Military policy how Virgins might blow up men?

Par. Virginity being blown down, Man will quicklier
be blown up : marry in blowing him down again, with
the breach your felves made, you lobe your City. It is not
politick, in the common-wealth of nature, to prefere
virginity. Loſs of Virginity, is rational encreafe, and
there was never virgin got, till virginity was first loft.
That you were made of, is metal to make Virgins. Vir-
ginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found : by
being ever kept, it is ever loft : 'tis too cold a companion:
away with't.

Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a
Virgin.

Par. There's little can be faid in't ; 'tis againſt the rule
of Nature. To ſpeak on the part of virginity, is to ac-
cufe your Mothers ; which is moſt infallible dibobedience.
He that hangs himſelf is a Virgin : Virginity murthers
it ſelf, and should be buried in high-ways out of all
fanctified limit, as a deſperate Offendreſs againſt Na-
ture. Virginity breeds mitces, much like a Cheeſe, con-
fumes it ſelf to the very pairing, and ſo dies with feed-
ing his own ſtomack. Besides, Virginity is peeviſh, proud,
idle, made of ſelf-love, which is the moſt inhabited ſin in
the Canon. Keep it not, you cannot choofe but ſofe by't.
Out with't: within ten years it will make it ſelf two,
which is a goodly increafe, and the principal it ſelf not much
the worſe. Away with't.

Hel. How might one do ſir, to lobe it to her own likings?

Par. Let me fee. Marry ill, to like him that ne're
it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lobe the gloſs with
lying. The longer kept, the leſs worth: Off with't
while 'tis vendible. Anſwer the time of requeſt. Vir-
ginity like an old Courtier, wears her cap out of ſa-
ſion, richly ſuted, but unfutable, juſt like the brooch
and the toothpick, which were not now : your Date is
better in your Pye and your Porredg, then in your cheek:
and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of
our French wither'd Pears ; it would ill, it eats drily, marry
'tis a wither'd Pear : it was formerly better, marry
yet 'tis a wither'd Pear. Will you any thing with
it?

Hel. Not my virginity yet.

There ſhall your Maſter have a thouſand loves,

A mother, and, a miſtreſs, and a friend,

A Phoenix, Captain, and an enemy,

A guide, a goddeſs, and a ſoveraign;

A Counſellor, a Traitreſs, and a Dear :

His humbleſt ambition, proud humilité :

His jarring concord : and his diſcord dulcet :

His faith, his ſweet diſafter : with a world

Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms

That blinking Cupid goſſips. Now ſhall he :

I know not what he ſhall, God ſend him well.

The Courts a learning place, and he is one.

Par. What one i'faith ?

Hel. That I wiſh well, 'tis pity.

Par. What's pity ?

Hel. That wiſhing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt, that we poorer born,
Whofe baſer ſtars do flut them up in wiſhes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And ſhow what we alone muſt think, which never
Returns thanks.

Enter Page.

Page. Monſieur Parolles,

My Lord calls for you.

Par. Little Hellen farewel, if I can remember thee,
I will think of thee at Court.

Hel. Monſieur Parolles, you were born under a chari-
table ſtar.

Par. Under Mars I.

Hel. I ſepecially think under Mars.

Par. Why under Mars ?

Hel. The waters hath ſo kept you under, that you muſt
needs be born under Mars.

Par. When he was predominant.

Hel. When he was retrograde I think rather.

Par. Why think you ſo ?

Hel. You go ſo much backward when you fight.

Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away.

When fear propoſes safety :

But the composition that your valour and fear makes in
you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear
well.

Paroll. I am ſo full of buſineſs, I cannot anſwer thee acutely : I will return perſect Courtier, in the which my inſtruction ſhall ſerve to naturalife : thou wilt be capable of the Couriers counſel, and underſand what advice ſhall thrust upon thee, eſſe thou dieſt in thine unthankſulneſs, and thine ignorance makes thee away ; farewel : When thou haſt leſure, ſay thy prayers : when thou haſt none, remember thy Friends : get thee a good huf, band, and uſe him as he uſes thee : So farewel.

Exit.

Hel. Our remedies oft in our ſelves do lie,
Which we aſcible to heaven ; the ſated sky
Gives us free ſcope, only doth backward pull
Our flow defiſes, when we our ſelves are dull.
What power is it, which mounts my love ſo far,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye ?
The mightieſt ſpace in fortune, Nature brings
To joyn like likes ; and kifs like native things.
Impoſsible be ſtrange attempts to thofe
That weigh their pains in ſence, and do ſuppofe
What hath been, cannot be. Who ever ſrove
To ſhow her merit, that did miſ her love ?
(The Kings diſeafe) my proj. et may deceiſeme,
But my intents are fixt, and will not leave me.

Exit.

Flourish Cornets.

Enter the King of France with letters, and divers Attendants.

S

King.

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All's well that ends well.

King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears,
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

1. Lo. G. So'tis reported fir.

Kin. Nay 'tis most credible, we here receive it,
A certainty vouch'd from our Coulin *Austria*,
With Caution, that the *Florentine* will move us
For *fpeedy* aid : wherein our *deareft* friend
Prejudicates the bufinefs, and would seem
To have us make denial.

1. L. G. His love and wisdom
Approved to to your Majety may plead
For ampleft credence.

Kin. He hath arm'd our anſwer,
And *Florence* is deni'd before he comes :
Yet for our Gentlemen that mean to fee
The *Tuscan* ſervice, freely have they leave
To ſland on either part.

2. Lo. E. It may well ſerve
A nurſery to our Gentry, who are ſick
For breathing and exploit.

Kin. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafew and Parolles.

1. Lo. G. It is the Count *Roffillion*, my good Lord,
Young Bertram.

Kin. Youth, thou bear't thy fathers face,
Frank Nature rather curious than in haſt,
Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers moral parts
Maiſt thou inherit too: welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majefies.

Kin. I would I had that corporal foundneſs now
As when thy father and my ſelf in friendſhip
First tri'd our ſouldierſhip: he did look far
into the ſervice of the time, and was
Difcipled of the bravest. He laſted long,
But on us both did haggish Age ſteal on,
And wore us out of act; it much repairs me
To talk of your good Father; in his youth
He had the wit, which I can well obſerve
To day in our young Lord; but they may jeſt
Till their own ſcorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour :
So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitterneſs
Were in his pride, or ſharpenſs, if they were;
His equal had awak'd them, and his honour
Clock to it ſelf, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him ſpeak, and at this time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him,
He us'd as creatures of another place,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks.
Making them proud of his humilität,
In their poor praeſe he humbled: ſuch a man
Might be a copy to thefe younger times;
Which followed well, would demonſtrate them now
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb:
So in approof lives not his Epitaph,
As in your royal ſpeech.

King. Would I were with him : he would always ſay,
(Methioks I hear him now) his plaſive words
He ſcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
To grow there and to bear; let me not live,
This his good melancholly oft began
On the Cataſtrophe and heel of paſtme
When it was out: let me not live, (quoth he)
After my flame lacke oyl, to be the ſouſt
Of younger spirits, whose apprehenſive ſenes
All but new things diſdain; whose judgments are
Meer fathers of their garments; whose conſtancies
Expire before their ſaſhions: this he wifh'd.
I after him, do after him with too:
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( Since I, nor wax, nor honey can bring home, )
I quickly were diffolved from my hive,
To give fome Labourers room.

2. L. E. You're loved Sir,
They that leaſt lend it you, ſhall lack you firſt.

Kin. I fill a place I know't; how long is't, Count,
Since the Phyſician at your fathers died,
He was much fam'd.

Ber. Some fix months ſince, my Lord.

Kin. If he were living, I would try him yet.
Lend me an arm; the reſt have worn me out
With ſeveral applications; Nature and ſickneſs
Debate it at their leifure. Welcome Count,
My ſons no dearer.

Ber. Thank your Majefy.

Flourish.

Enter Countefs, Steward, and Clown.

Count. I will now hear, what ſay you of this Gentlemen?

St. Madam, the care I have had to even your conſent
I wifh might be found in the Kalender of my paſt ende-
vours, for then we wound our mod ſety, and make foul the
clearneſs of our defervings, when of our ſelves we publifh
them.

Cou. What do's this knave here? Get you gone firſt,
the complaints I have heard of you, I do not all believe
'tis my flowneſs that I do not; for I know you lack
folly to commit them, and have ability enough to ma
fuch knaveries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you Madam, I am a poor
low.

Cou. Well fir.

Clo. No Madam,

Tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the
rich are damn'd; but if I have your Ladilifps good will
to go the world, *Isbel* the woman and I will do as we
may.

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar ?

Clo. I do beg your good will in this cafe.

Cou. VVhat cafe?

Clo. In *Isbels* cafe and mine own ſervice is no her-
tage, and I think I ſhall never have the bleſſing of God,
till I have iſſue a my body, for they ſay Barns are blu-
fings.

Cou. Tell me thy reaſon why thou wilt marry?

Clo. My poor body Madam requires it, I am driven on
by the fleſh, and he muſt needs go that the de
drives.

Cou. Is this all your worſhips reaſon?

Clo. Faith Madam I have other holy reaſons; ſuch as
they are.

Cou. May the world know them ?

Clo. I have been (Madam) a wicked creature, asy
and all fleſh and blood are, and indeed I do marry that
may repent.

Cou. Thy marriage ſooner than thy wickedneſs.

Clo. I am out of friends, Madam, and I hope to have
it ends for my wives ſake.

Cou. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.

Clo. Y'are ſhallow Madam, in great friends, for the
knaves come to do that for me which I am a weary of;
he that ears my Land, ſpares my team, and gives me
leave to in the crop; if I be his Cuckold, he's my
drudg; he that comforts my wife, is the cheriſher of my
ſleſh and blood; he that cheriſheth my ſleſh and blood,
loves my ſleſh and blood; he that loves my ſleſh and
blood is my friend: *Erge*, he that kiffes my wife is my
friend: if men could be contented to be what they are,
there were no fear in marriage; for young *Charbin* that
*Puritan*

All's well that ends well.

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Puritan, and old Poyſam the Papift, how ſomere their hearts are fever'd in Religion, their heads are both one, they may joul horns together like any Dear i'th Herd.

Thou wilt ever be a foul mouth'd and calumnious knave.

Clo. A prophet, I Madam, and I ſpeak the truth the next way, for I the Ballad will repeat, which men full true ſhall find, your marriage comes by deftine, your Cuckow ſings by kind.

Cou. Get you gone fir; Plea talk with you more anon.

Stew. May it please you, Madam, that he bid Hellen come to you, of her I am to ſpeak.

Cou. Sirrah tell my Gentlewoman I would ſpeak with her, Hellen I mean.

Clo. Was this fair face the caufe, quoth the, Why the Grecians facked Troy ?
Fond done, done fond, was this King Priam's joy ?
With that he fighed as the flood, bis

And gave this ſentence ther, a nong nine bad if one be good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one good in ten.

Cou. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the ſong firrah.

Clo. One good woman in ten, Madam, which is the purifying a'fhong: would God would ſerve the world to all the year, we'd not fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parfon; one in ten quoth a? and we might have a good woman born but ore every blazing Star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lottery well, a man may draw his heart out ere a pluck one.

Cou. You! be gone fir knave, and do as I command you?

Clo. That man that ſhould be at a woman's command, and get no hurt done, the honeſty be no Puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the Surplis of humbity over the black Gown of abig heart: I am going forfooth, the buſineſs is for Hellen to come hither.

Exit.

Cou. Well now.

Stew. I know (Madam) you love your Gentlewoman entirely.

Cou. Faith I do : her Father bequeath'd her to me, and ſhe her ſelf without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as ſhe finds; there is more owing her than is paid, and more ſhall be paid her than ſhe'll demand.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than I think ſhe with'd me ; alone ſhe was, and did communicate to her ſelf her own words to her own ears; ſhe thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any ſtranger ſence ; her matter was, ſhe loved your Son ; Fortune the ſaid was no goddeſs, that had put ſuch difference betwixt their two eſtates ; Love no God, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level : Queen of Virgins, that would ſuffer her poor Knight ſurpris'd without ſcue in the firſt affault or ranſome afterward; This ſhe deliver'd in the moſt bitter touch of forrow that e're I heard Virgin exclaim in, which I held my duty ſpeciſely to acquaint you withal ; ſithence in the loſs that may happen, it concerns you ſomething to know it.

Cou. You have diſharg'd this honeſty, keep it to your ſelf; many likelihoods inform'd me of this before, which hung ſo tottering in the ballance, that I could never believe nor miſdoubt : pray you leave me, ſall this in your boſom, and I thank you for your honeſt care; I will ſpeak with you further anon.

Exit Steward.

Enter Hellen.

Old Cou. Even ſo it was with me when I was young ;
If ever we are natures, theſe are ours, this thorn
Doth to our Rofe of youth rightly belong,
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born,

It is the flow and feel of natures truth,
Where loves ſtrong paffion is impreſt in youth,
By our remembrances of days ſorgone,
Such were our faultes, or then we thought them none ;
Her eye is ſick on't, I obſerve her now.

Hel. what is your pleafure, Madam ?

Ol. Cou. You know, Hellen, I am a mother to you.

Hel. Mine honourable Miftris.

Ol. Cou. Nay a Mother, why not a Mother ? when I fed Mother,

Methought you ſaw a ſerpent; what's in Mother,
That you ſtart at it ? I ſay, I am your mother,

And put you in the Catalogue of that ſe
That were enwombed mine ; 'tis often ſeen
Adoption ſtrives with nature, and choice breeds
A native ſlip to us from forraine ſeeds :
You ne're oppreſt me with a mothers groan,
Yet I expreſs to you a mothers care :
(Gods mercies Maiden) do's it curd thy blood
To ſay I am thy mother ? what's the matter,
That this diſtempered meſſenger of wet,
The many colour'd Iris rounds thine eye ?

—Why, that you are my daughter ?

Hel. That I am not.

Ol. Cou. I ſay I am your Mother.

Hel. Pardon Madam.

The Count Roffillion cannot be my brother ;
I am from humble, he from honoured name ;

No note upon my Parents, his all noble,
My Matter, my dear Lord he is, and I

His ſervant live, and will his vaffal die ;
He muſt not be my brother.

Ol. Cou. Nor I your Mother.

Hel. You are my Mother Madam, would you were
So that my Lord your Son were not my brother,
Indeed my Mother, or were you both our mothers,
I care no more for, than I do for heaven,
So I were not his lifter, cant no other,
But I Your Daughter, he muſt be my Brother.

Ol. Cou. Yes Hellen, you might be my Daughter in law,
God ſhield you mean it not, Daughter and Mother
So ſtrive upon your pulſe ; what pale agen?

My fear hath catch'd your fondneſs ! now I ſee

The Miftry of your lovelineſs, and find

Your ſalt tears head, now to all ſence 'tis groſs :

You love my Son, invention is alſam'd

A gainſt the proclamation of thy paffion
To ſay thou doſt not : therefore tell me true,

But tell me then 'tis ſo, for look, thy cheeks

Confess it 'tone to th'other, and thine eyes

See it is ſo groſſly ſhown in thy behaviour,

That in their kind they ſpeak it, only ſin

And helliſh obſtinancy tie thy tongue

That truth ſhould be ſuſpect'd; ſpeak, is't ſo ?

If it be ſo, you have wound a goodly clew :

If it be not, forſwear't: how ere I charge thee,

As heaven shall work in me for mine avail

To tell me trum.

Hel. Good Madam pardon me.

Cou. Do yole love my Son ?

Hel. Your pardon noble Miftris.

Cou. Love you my Son :

Hel. Do not you love him Madam ?

Cou. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond

Whereof the world takes note: Come, come, diſcloſe

The ſtate of your affection, for your paffions

Have to the full appeach'd.

Hel. Then I confess

Here on my knee, before high heavens and you,
That before you, and nextunto high heaven, I love your Son,

My friends were poor but honeſt, ſo's my love ;

Be not offended, for it hurts not him
That he is lov'd of me : I follow him not

By any token of preſumptuous ſuit,

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Nor would I have him, till I do deferve him,
Yet never know how that defert should be:
I know I love in vain, I strive againſt hope;
Yet in this captious, and intangible Sive
I ſtill pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to loſe ſtill; thus Indian like
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worſhipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearſt Madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love
For loving where you do ; but if your ſelf,
Whoſe aged honour cites a vertuous youth,
Did ever in ſo true a flame of loving.

VVith chaſtly, and love clearly, that your Dian
VVas both her ſelf and love. O then give pity
To her whole ſtate is ſuch, that cannot chooſe
But lend and give where ſhe is ſure to loſe;
That ſeeks not to find that, ſearch implies,
But riddle like, lives ſweetly where ſhe dies.

Con. Had you not lately an intent, ſpeak truly,
To go to Paris?

Hel. Madam I had.

Con. VVherefore? tell true.

Hel. I will tell true, by grace it ſelf I ſwear ;
You know my Father left me ſome preſcriptions
Of rare and prov'd effectes, ſuch as my reading
And manifeſt experience had collected
For general ſeveraignty ; and that he will'd me
In heedfull ſt refervation to beſtow them,
As notes, whole ſculſties inclusive were,
More than they were in note: Amongſt the reſt,
There is a remedy, approv'd, ſet down,
To cure the desperate langſhings whereof
The King is render'd loſt.

Con. This was your motive for Paris, was it, ſpeak?

Hel. My Lord, your ſon, made me to think of this;
Elſe Paris, and the medicine, and the King,
Had from the converſation of my thoughts,
Happily been abſent then.

Con. But think you Helen,

If you ſhould tender your ſupſoſed aid,
He would receive it ? He and his ſcientſians
Are of one mind, He, that they cannot help him :
They, that they cannot help: how ſhall they credit
A poor unlearned Virgin, when the Schools
Embowel'd of their doctrine, have left off
The danger to it ſelf.

Hel. There's something in't

More than my Father's skill, which was the great't
Of his prof ſſion, that his good receipt,
Shall for my legacy be ſanſtified
By th'luckieſt Stars in heaven, and would your honour
But give me leave, to ſuccesſ I'd venture
The well loft life of mine, on his Graces cure,
By ſuch a day and hour.

Con. Do't thou believ't ?

Hel. I Madam knowingly.

Con. VVhy, Heliem, thou ſhalt have my I ſt and love,
Means and attendants, and my loving greet ſons
To thofe of mine in Court, I ſle ſtay at home,
And pray Gods bleſing unto thy attempt :
Be gone to morrow, and be ſure of this ,
VVhat I can help thee to, thou ſhalt not miſ.

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus.

Enter the King with divers young Lords, taking leave for the
Florentine war: Count Rofs, and Parolles.

Flourish Cornets.

Kin. Farewel young Lords, theſe warlike principles
Do not throw from you; and you my Lords farewel;
Share the advice betwixt you, if both gain, all
The gilt doth ſtretch it ſelf as 'tis receiv'd.
And is enough for both.

Lord. G. 'Tis our hope fir,

After well entered ſouldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart
Will not confes he owes the malady
That doth my life beſiege; farewel young Lords,
Whether I live or die, be you the ſons
Of worthy French men; let higher Italy
(Thofe bated that inherit but the fall
Of the laſt Monarchy ) ſee that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it, when
The braveſt question ſhrinks; find what you ſeek,
That fame may cry you loud: I ſay farewel.

L. G. Heaſt at your bidding ſerve your Maiſety.

King. Thoſe girls of Italy, take heed of them,
They ſay our French lack language to deny
If they demand: beware of being Captives
Before you ſerve.

Bo. Our hearts receive your warnings.

King. Farewel, come hither to me.

1. Lo. G. Oh my ſweet Lord that you will ſtay behind
Par. 'Tis not his ſault, the ſpark.

2. Lo. E. Oh 'tis brave wars.

Par. Moſt admirablen, I have ſeen thoſe wars.

Roffill. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with,
Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early.

Par. And thy mind ſtand to it boy,
Steal away bravely.

Roffil. I ſhall ſtay here the forehorſe to a ſmock,
Creeking my ſhooes on the plain Maſonry,
Till honour be bought up, and no ſword worn
But one to dance with : by heaven, I'le ſleawail.

1. Lo. G. There's honour in the theft.

Par. Commit it Count.

2. Lo. E. I am your acceſſary, and ſo farewel.

Rof. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body.

1. Lo. G. Farewel Captain.

2. Lo. E. Sweet Monſieur Parolles.

Par. Noble Heroes; my ſword and yours are kin,
good ſparks and luftrous, a word good metals, You
thall find in the Regiment of Spinis, one Captain Sparis
his Citatrice, with an emblem of war here on his ſmiler
cheek; it was this very ſword entrench'd it; ſay to him
I live, and obſerve his reports of me.

L. G. We ſhall noble Captain.

Par. Mars doat on you for his novices, what will ye do?

Roff. Stay: the King.

Par. Ule a more ſpacious ceremony to the noble Lords,
you have reſtrain'd your ſelf within the Lift of too cold
an adieu: be more expreſſive to them; for they were
themſelves in the cap of the time, there do muſter true gate;
eat, ſpeak, and more under the influence of the moſt
receiv'd ſtar, and tho the devil lead the meaſure, ſuch are
to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated ſace-
wel.

Roff. And I will do so.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove moſt finewi
ſword-men.
Exeunt.

Exeunt.

Enter

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Hel. Then shall thou give me with thy kingly hand,
What husband in thy power I will command :
Exempt be from me the arrogance
To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy flate:
Butuch a one thy vaffal, whom I know
Is free for me to ask, thee to beftow.

Kin. Here is my hand, the premises observed,
Thy will by my performance shall be ferv'd:
So make the choice of thine own time, for I
Thy refolv'd Patient, on thee still rely ;
More should I question thee, and more I muft,
Though more to know, could not be more to trust:
From whence thou cam'st, how tended on, but reft
Unquætion'd welcome, and undoubted bleft.
Give me fome help here hoa, if thou proceed,
As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.

Exeunt.

Enter Countefs, and Clown.

Lady. Come on, fir, I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.

Clown. I will then my self highly fed, and lowly taught,
I know my buſineſs is but to the Court.

Lady. To the Court, why what place make you ſpeci-
al, when you put off that with ſuch contempt, but to the
Court?

Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a man any manners
he may easily put it off at Court: he that cannot make a
leg, put off's cap, kils his hand, and ſay nothing, has neither
leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed such a fellow, to ſay
precifely, were not for the Court, but for me, I have an
anſwer will ſerve all men.

Lady. Marry that's a bountiful anſwer that fits all queſtions.

Clo. It is like a Barbers Chair, that fits all buttocks, the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.

Lady. Will your anſwer ſerve fit to all queſtions?

Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an Attreury,
as your French Crown for your Taffaty Punk, as Tibs
Ruſh for Tom's fore-finger, as a Pancake for Shrovetuesday,
a Morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the Cuck-
old to his Horr, as a flying Quean to aw rangling Knave,
as the Nuns lip to the Friar's mouth, nay, as the Pudding
to his skin.

Lady. Have you, I ſay, an anſwer of ſuch fitneſs for all queſtions?

Clo. From below your Duke, to beneath your Con-
flable, it will fit any queſtion.

Lady. It muſt be an anſwer of moſt monſtrous ſizes, that
muſt fit all demands.

Clo. But a trifle neither in good faith, if the learned
should ſpeak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs
to't. Ask me if I am a Courtier, it shall do you no harm to
learn.

Lady. To be young again if we could: I will be a
fool in queſtion, hoping to be the wifer by your an-
wer.

Lady. I pray you fir, are you a Courtier?

Clo. O Lord fir there's a ſimple putting off: more, more,
a hundred of them.

La. Sir I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.

La. O Lord fir, thick, thick, ſpare not me.

La. I think fir, you can eat none of this homely
meat.

Clo. O Lord fir; nay put me to't, I warrant you.

La. You were lately whipt, fir, as I think.

Clo. O Lord, fir, ſpare not me.

La. Do you cry, O Lord fir, at your whipping, and
ſpare not me? Indeed your, O Lord fir, is very ſequent to
your whipping: you would anſwer very well to awhip-

ping if you were but bound to't.

Clo. I ne're had worſe luck in my life, in my, O Lord
fir: I fee things may ſerve long, but not ſerve ever.

La. I play the noble huſwife with the time, to enter
tain it ſo merrily with a fool.

Clo. O Lord fir, why there'th serves well agen.

La. And end; fir to your buſineſs: give Helen this
And urge her to a preſent anſwer back.

Commend me to my kinfmen, and my ſon,
This is not much.

Clo. Not much commendation to them.

La. Not much employment for you, you underſtand
me.

Clo. Moſt fruitfully, I am there, before my legs.

La. Haste you agen.

Exeunt.

Enter Counters, and Parolles.

Ol. Laf. They ſay miracles are paff, and we have our
Philofophical perſon, to make moderen and familiar
things ſupernatural and cauſeleſs. Hence is it, that we
make trifles of terrors, enſconſing our ſelves into ſeem-
ing knowledge, when we ſhould ſubmit our ſelves to an
unknown fear.

Par. Why 'tis the rareſt argument of wonder, that
hath ſhot out in our latter times.

Ref. And fo'tis.

Ol. Laf. to be relinquifh'd of the Artifts.

Par. So I ſay both of Galen and Paracelsus.

Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authentick ſellers,

Par. Right, fo I ſay.

Ol. Laf. That gave him out incurable.

Par. Why there 'tis, fo I ſay I too.

Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd.

Par. Right, as 'twere a man affur'd of a—

Ol. Laf. Uncertain life, and ſure death.

Par. Juff you ſay well: fo would I have ſaid.

Ol. Laf. I may truly ſay, it is a novelty to the world.

Par. It is indeed if you will have it in the ſhewing
you ſhall read it in what do you call there.
Ol. Laf. A ſhewing of a heavenly effect in an earthly
Actor.

Par. That's it, I would have ſaid the very fame.

Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not luſtler: for me
ſpeak in reſpect—

Par. Nay 'tis ſtrange, 'tis very ſtrange, that is the
brief and the tedious of it, and he's of a moſt facinouſ
ſpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the—

Ol. Laf. Very hand of heaven.

Par. I, fo I ſay.

Ol. Laf. In a moſt weak—

Par. And debile Minifter, great power, great tri-
ſcendence, which ſhould indeed give us alther ſue to
be made, than only the recovery of the King, as to be—
Ol. Laf. Generally thankful.

Enter King, Helen, and Attendants.

Par. I would have ſaid it, you ſaid well: here cometh
the King.

Ol. Laf. Luſtick, as the Dutchman ſays: I pleat
a Maid the better while I have a tooth in my head: why
he's able to lead her to a Carranto.

Par. Mor du vinager, is not this Helen ?

Ol. Laf. Fore God I think fo.

King. Go call before me all the Lords in Court,
Sit, my preferver, by thy patients ſide,
And with this healthful hand whoſe banifh'd ſence
Thou haſt repeal, a ſecond time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter three or four Lords.

Fair Maid, ſend forth thine eye, this youthful parcel
Of Noble Batchellors, ſtand at my beſtowing,
Ore whom both Soveraign power, and fathers voice
have to uſe; thy ſkian election make,

Thou

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Par. Recantation ? my Lord ? my Master ?

Laf. Is it not a Language I speak ?

Par. A moft harsh one, and not to be underflood with-
ont bloody fucceding. My Mafter ?

Laf. Are you companion to the Count Roffillion ?

Par. To any Count, to all Counts; to what is man :

Laf. To what is Counts man ; Counts matter is of, ano-
ther title.

Par. You are too old fir : Let it satisfy you, you are too
old.

Laf. I muſt tell thee firrah, I write Man : to which
title age cannot bring thee.

Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.

Laf. I did think thee for two ordinaries to be a pretty
wife fellow. If thou didſt make rollerable vent of thy tra-
vel, it might paſ ; yet the ſcarfs and the banners about
thee, did manifoldly diſwade me from believing thee
a veſſel of too great a burthen. I have now found thee,
when I lobe thee again, I care not : yet art thou good
for nothing but taking up, and that thou'rt ſcare
worth.

Par. Hadst thou not the privileged of Antiquity upon
thee.

Laf. Do not plunge thy ſelf too far in anger , left thou
haſten thy trial ; which is, Lord have mercy on thee for
a hent ; to my good window of Lattice, fare thee well,
thy cafement I need not open, I look through thee. Give me
thy hand.

Par. My Lord, you give moſt egregious indignity.

Laf. I, withal my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

Par. I have not my Lord deferv'd it.

Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it, and I will, not
bate thee a ſeruple.

Par. Well, I ſhall be wiser.

Laf. Ev'n as foon as thou canſt, for thou haſt to pull at
a ſmack a' th contrary. If ever thou beſt bound in thy
skarſ and beaten, thou ſhalt find what it is to be proud of
thy Bondage, I have a due ſire to hold my acquaintance with
thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may lay in the default,
he is a man I know.

Par. My Lord, you do me moſt infopportable vexation.

Laf. I would it were hell pains for thy ſake, and my poor
doing eternal : for doing I am pull, as I will by thee, in
what motion age will give me leave.

Par. Well, thou haſt a ſon (shall take this difgrace off me,
curvy, old, filthy, curvy Lord.) Well, I muſt be patient,
there is no ſettering of authority. I'le beat him (by my
life) if I can meet him with any convenience, and he were
double and doub'e a Lord. I'le have no more pity of his
age than I would have of— I'le beat him, and if I could
but meet him agen.

Enter Lafew.

Laf. Sirrah, your Lord and M. after's married, there's
news for you : you have a new Mafter.

Par. I moſt unfainedly beſeech your Lordship to make
fome refervation of your wrongs. He is my good Lord,
whom I ſerve above is my Mafter.

Laf. Who ? God ?

Par. I fir.

Laf. The Devil it is, that's my Mafter. Why does't thou
garter up thy arms a this fashion ? Doſt make hofe of thy
ſleeves ? Doth other ſervants ſo ? Thou wert beſt fet thy
lower part where thy noſe ſtands. By mine Honour, if I
were but two hours younger, I'de beat thee : methink't
thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
I think thou waſt created for men to breath themſelves up
on thee.

Par. This is hard and undeferred meaſure, my Lord.

Laf. Go to fir, you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a Pomgranat, you are a vagabond, and no
true traveller : you are more lawcy with Lords and ho-

norable perſonages, than the commiffion of your birth and
vertue gives you Heraldry. You are not worth another
word, eſſe I'de call you knave. I leave you.

Ex.


Enter COMTE Roffillion.

Par. Good, very good, it is to then : good, very good,
let it be conceal'd a while.

Rof. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever.

Par. What is the matter (ſweet heart) ?

Rof. Although before the ſolemn Priſet I have ſworn,
I will not bed her.

Par. What ? what ſweet heart?

Rof. O my Parrolles, they have married me :
Ile to the Tufcan wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits,
The tread of a mans foot : to'ch wars.

Rof. There's letters from my mother : What th'import
is, I know not yet.

Par. I that would be known : to'ch wars my boy, to'ch
wars :

He wears his honour in a box unfeen,
That hugs his kickingly wickely here at home,
Spending his manly marrow in her arms
Which should juſt luffain the bound and high curvay
Of Mars's fiery ſeed : to other Regions,
France is a ſtable, we that dwell in't Jades,
Therefore to th' war.

Rof. It ſhall be ſo, I'le ſend her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am ſled : write to the King
That which I durſt not ſpeak. His preſent giſt
Shall furniſh me to thofe Italian fields
Where noble fellows ſtrike : war is no ſtrike
To the dark house, and the detected wife.

Par. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art ſure ?

Rof. Go with me to my chamber, and advile me.
I'le ſend her ſtraight away : To morrow
I'le to the wars, ſhe to her ſingle ſorow.

Par. Why the ſe balls bound, there's noſe in it. 'Tis hard
A young man married, is a man that's mar'd :
Therefore away, and leave her bravely ; go,
The King ha's done you wrong : but huff 'tis so.

Ex.


Enter Helena and Clown.

Hel. My Mother greets me kindly, is the well ?

Clo. She is not well, but yet the ha's her health, the very
merry, but yet the ſhe is not well : but thanks be given the
very well, and want's nothing i'ch world : but yet the
not well.

Hel. If the ſhe be very well, what do's the ayl, that
not very well ?

Clo. Truly the's very well, indeed, but for two things.

Hel. What two things ?

Clo. One that the ſe is not in heaven, whither God ſend
her quickly : the other that the ſe's in earth, from whence
God ſend her quickly.

Enter Parolles.

Par. Blesſe you my fortunate Lady,

Hel. I hope fir I have your good will to have mine own
good fortune.

Par. You had my prayers to lead them on, and to keep
them on, have them ſtill. O my knave, how do's my old
Lady ?

Clo. So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,
I would the ſid as you fay.

Par. Why I ſay nothing.

Clo. Marry you are the wiser man : for many a man
tongue hakes out his maſters undoing : to ſay nothing,
to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, in
to be a great part of your title, which is within a very little
of nothing.

Par.

All's well that ends well.

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Par. Away, th'art a knave.

Clo. You should have faid fir before a knave, th'art a knave, that's before th'art a knave: this had been truth fir.

Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.

Clo. Did you find me in your self fir ? or were you taught to find me ?

Clo. The search fir was profitable, and much Fool may you find in you, even to the worlds pleasure, and the en- create of laughter.

Par. A good knave 'faith, and well fed, Madam, my Lord will go away to night, A very ferious busineſs calls on him : The great prerogative and rite of love, Which as your due time claims, he do's acknowledg, But puts it off by a compell'd reſtraint : Whole want, and whole delay, is ſtrew'd with fweets VVhich they diftil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour o'reflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim.

Hel. VVhat's his will elfe ?

Par. That you will take your inſant leave a'th King,

And make his haſt as your own good proceeding

Strengthened with what Apology you think

May make it probable need.

Hel. VVhat more commands he ?

Par. That at having this obtained, you preſently

Attend his further pleasure.

Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.

Par. I ſhall report it ſo.

Hel. I pray you come, firrah.

Exit: Par.

Exit.

Enter Lafew and Bertram:

Laf. But I hope your Lordship thinks not him a ſoul- dier.

Ber. Yes my Lord, and of very valiant approof.

Laf. You have it from his own deliverance.

Ber. And by other warranted ſteftimony.

Laf. Then my Dial goes not true, I took this Lark for a bunting.

Ber. I do auſure you my Lord, he is very great in know- ledg, and accordingly valiant.

Laf. I have then finned againſt his experience, and tranſ- greeſt againſt his valour, and my ſtate that way is dangerous ſince I cannot find in my heart to repent: Here he comes, I pray you make us friends, I will purſue the ami- ty.

Enter Parolles.

Par. Theſe things ſhall be done fir.

Laf. Pray you fir who's his Tailor ?

Par. Sir ?

Laf. O I know him well, I fir, he ſir's a good workman a very good Tailor.

Ber. Is he gone to the King?

Par. She is.

Ber. VVill he away to night ?

Par. As you'l have her.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treſure, Given order for our horſe, and to night, VVhen I ſhould take poſſection of the Bride, And ere I do begin.

Laf. A good traveſler is ſomething at the latter end of a dinner, but on that lies three thirds, and uſes a known truth to paſs a thouſand nothings with, ſhould be once heard, and thrice beaten. God faſe you Captain.

Ber. Is there any unkindneſs between my Lord and you Mounſieur ?

Par. I know not how I have deferved to run into my Lords diſpleasure.

Laf. You have made ſhift to run into't, boots and spurs

and all: like him that leaps into the cuſtard, and out of it, you't run again, rather than ſuffer queſtion for your re- ſidence.

Ber. It may be you have miſaken him my Lord.

Laf. And ſhall do ſo ever, tho I took him at's prayers. Fare well my Lord, and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light Nut: the ſoul of this man is his cloaths: Truſt him not in matter of heavy conſequence: I have kept of them tame, and know their nature: Fare- well Mounſieur, I have ſpoken better of you, than you have or will deferve at my hands, but we muſt do good againſt evil.

Par. An idle Lord, I ſwear.

Ber. I think ſo.

Par. Why do you not know him ?

Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common ſpeech Gives him a worthy paſs. Here comes my clog.

Enter Hellena.

Hel. I have, fir, as I was commanded from you Spoke with the King, and have procured his leave For preſent parting, only he deſires Some private ſpeech with yoo.

Ber. I ſhall obey his will.

You muſt not marvel Helen at my courſe, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does The miniftration, and required office On my particular. Prepar'd I was not

For ſuch a buſineſs ; therefore am I found
So much unſetled: This drives me to entreat you,
That preſently you take your way for home,
And rather mufe than ask why I entreat you,
For my reſpects are better than they ſeem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than ſhews it ſelf at the firſt view,

To you that know them not. This to my mother,
I will be two days, ere I ſhall fee you, to

I leave you to your wifdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing ſay,

But that I am your moſt obedient ſervant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever ſhall

With true obſervance ſeek to eke out that Wherein toward me my homely ſtars have ſaidd To equal my great fortune.

Ber. Let that go: my haſt is very great. Farewell: Hie home.
Hel. Pray fir your pardon.
Ber. Well, what would you ſay ?
Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, Nor dare I ſay 'is mine: and yet it is,
But like a timerous thief, moſt fain would ſreal What law do's vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have ?

Hel. Something, and ſcarrce ſo much: nothing indeed, I would not tell you what I would my Lord: Faith yes, Strangers and foes do ſunder, and not kifs.

Ber. I pray you ſtay not, but in haſte to horſe.

Hel. I ſhall not break your bidding, good my Lord:
Where are my other men? Mounſieur, farewell. Exit.

Ber. Go thou toward home, where I will never come, Whilſt I can ſhake my ſword, or hear the drum : Away, and for our flight.

Par. Bravely, Coragio.

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All's well that ends well.

Actus Tertius.

Flourish.

Enter the Duke of Florence, the two Frenchmen, with a troop of Souldiers.

Du. So that from point to point; now have you heard,
The fundamental reafons of this war,
Whose great decifion hath much blood let forth,
And more thirfts after.

1. Lord Holy Seems the quarrel
Upon your Graces part: black and fearful
On the oppofer.

Duke Therefore we marvel much our Coufin France
Would in fo just a busineſs ſhut his boſom
Againſt our borrowing prayers.

French E. Good my Lord,
The reaſons of our ſtate I cannot yield,
But lixe a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a Council frames,
By ſelf- unable motion, therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, ſince I have found
My ſelf in my incertain grounds to fail
Aſ often as I gueſt.

Du. Be it his pleafure?

Fre. G. But I am ſure the younger of our nature,
That ſurfeit on their eafe, will day by day
Come here for Phyſick.

Du. Welcome ſhall they be:
And all the honours that can flye from us,
Shall on them ſettle: you know your places well,
When better fall, for your avails they ſell.
To morrow to the field.

Enter Counteſs and Clown.

Count. It hath happen'd as I would have had it, ſave that he comes not along with her.

Clo. By my troth I takemy young Lord to be a very
melancholly man.

Cou. By what obſervance I pray you ?

Clo. VVhy he will look upon his boſt, and ſing: mend
the ruff and ſing; ask queſtions, and ſing; pick his teeth
and ſing: I know a man that had this trick of melanchol-
ly fold a goodly Mannor for a ſong.

Lad. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means to
come.

Clo. I have no mind to Isbel ſince I was at Court. Our old Ling, and our Isbels a'th Countrey, are nothing like your old Ling, and your Isbels a'th Court: the brains of my Cupid's knock'd out, and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no ſtormack.

Lad. VVhat have we here ?

Clo. In that you have there.

Exie.

A Letter.

I have ſent you a daughter-in-Law: ſhe hath recovered
the King, and undoneme: I have wedded her, Not bedded
her, and ſworn to make the Not eternal. You shall hear I am
run away: know it before the report come, if there be breadth
enough in the world. I will hold a long diſtance. My duty to
you.

Your unfortunate Son,
Bertram.

This is not well (raſh and unbridled boy,)
To flye the favours of ſo good a King,
To pluck his indignation on thy head,
By the mifprifing of a Maid too virtuous

For the content of Empire.

Enter Clown.

Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within between
two ſouldiers, and my young Lady.

La. What is the matter ?

Clo. Nay there is ſome comfort in the news, ſome comfort, your ſon will not be kill'd to ſoon as I thought he would.

La. Why ſhould he be kill'd ?

Clo. So ſay I, Madam, if he run away; as I hear he
does; the danger is in ſtanding to't; that's the lots of
men, tho it be the getting of children. Here they come
will tell you more. For my part, I only hear your ſon will
run away.

Enter Helen and two Gentlemen.

French E. Save you, good Madam.

Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone.

French G. Do not ſay so.

La. Think upon patience: pray you Gentlemen,
I have felt ſo many quirks of joy and grief,
That the firſt face of neither on the ſtart

Can woman me unto't. Where is my ſon, I pray you?

French G. Madam, he's gone to ſerve the Duke of Flevence.

We met him thitherward, for thence we came:

And after ſome diſpatch in hand at Court,
Thither we bend again.

Hel. Look on his Letter, Madam, here's my Pel
port.

When thou canſt get the Ring upon my ſinger, which ſhall come off, and ſhow me a child begotten of thy hand, that I am father to, then call me husband: but in ſuch a case I write a [Never].

This is a dreadful ſentence.

La. Brought you this Letter, Gentlemen ?

1. Gen. I, Madam, and for the Contents ſake are ſarry
for our pains.

Old. La. I prethee Lady, hve a better cheer,
If thou engroſſeſt all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'd it me of a moity: He was my ſon,
But I do waſh his name out of my blood,

And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he ?

Fren. G. I, Madam.

La. And to be a ſoldier !

Fren. G. Such is his noble purpofe, and believ't
The Duke will lay upon him all the honour
That good convenience claims.

La. Return you thither ?

Frenc. E. I, Madam, with the twifſteſt wing of ſpeed.

Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France,

'Tis better.

La. Find you that there?

Hel. I, Madam.

French. E. 'Tis but the boldneſs of his hand happiſh
which his heart was not conſenting to.

La. Nothing in France until he have no wife:

There's nothing here that is too good for him

But only ſhe, and ſhe deferves a Lord

That twenty ſuch rude boys might tend upon,

And call her hourly Miftrels: Who was with him?

Fren. E. A ſervant only, and a Gentleman: which
have ſometimes known.

La. Parables, was it not ?

French. E. I, my good Lady, he.

La. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickneſſes,
My ſon corrupts a well derived nature,
With his inducement.

Fren. E. Indeed good Lady, the ſellow has a deal of
that

All's well that ends well.

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that, too much, which holds him much to have.

La. Y'are welcome, Gentlemen, I will entreat you when you fee my son, to tell him that his sword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll entreat you written to bear along.

Fren. G. We serve you Madam, in that, and all your worthiest affairs.

La. Not so, but as we change our courtesses,
Will you draw near ?

Exit.

Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France until he has no wife:

Thou fhalt have none Roffillion, none in France.

Then haſt thou all again: poor Lord, is't I

That chafe thee from thy Countrey, and expofe

Thofe: tender limbs of thine, to the event

Of the none ſparing war ? And is it I,

That drive thee from the ſportive Court, where thou

Wast fhot at with fair eyes, to be the mark

Of smoaky Muskets ? O you leaden meſſengers,

That ride upon the violent ſpeed of fire,

Fly with falſe aim, move the ſtill piercing air

That ſtings with piercing, do not touch my Lord :

Who ever hoots at him, I fet him there.

Who ever charges on his forward breſſ,

I am the Caitiff that do hold him to it,

And tho I kill him not, I am the cauſe

His death was ſo affected. Better 'twere

I met the raving Lyon when he roar'd

With ſharf conſtraint of hunger : better 'twere,

That all the miſeries which nature owes

Were mine at once. No, come thou home

Whence honour but of danger wins a fear,

As oft it loſes all. I will be gone :

My being here it is, that holds thee hence,

Shall I ſay here to do't ? No, no, altho

The air of Paradife did fan the houſe,

And Angels offiſ'd all; I will be gone,

That p[le]tful rumour may report my flight

To confolute thine ear. Come night, and day,

For with the dark ( poor thief ) I'll eale away.

Exit.

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Roffillion, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles.

Duke. The General of our horſe thou art, and we
Great in our hope, lay our beſt love and credence
Upon thy promiſing fortune.

Roff. Sir, it is

A charge too heavy for my ſtrength, but

We'll ſrive to bear it for your worthy ſake,

To th'extream edg of hazard.

Du. Then go thou forth,

And fortune play upon thy p[er]ſoberous helm

As thy auſpicious Miftrefis.

Roff. This very day,

Great Mars, I put my ſelf into thy ſile,

Make me but like my thoughts, and I ſhall prove

A lover of thy Drum; hater of love.

Exeunt omnes.

Enter Counteſs and Steward.

La. Alas ! and would you take the letter of her ?
Might you not know ſhe would do, as ſhe has done,
By lending me a Letter. Read it agent

Letter.

I am St. Jaques Pilgrim, thither gon ;

Ambitious love hath ſo in me offended,

That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon

With ſaſtined vaw my faſtles to have amended.

Write, write, that from the courſe of war,

My deareſt Maſter, your dear ſon, may hie,

Bleſs him at home in peace, whileſh I from far,

His name with zealous fervour fanſtify ;

His taken labours: bid him me forgive ;

I his deſpightful Juno ſent him forth

From Courtly friends with camping foes to live,

Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth.

He is too good and fair for death, and me,

Whom I my ſelf embrace, to fet him free.

Ah what ſharp ſttings are in her mildeſt words?

Rynaldo, you did never lack advice ſo much,

As letting her paſs ſo, had I spoke with her,

I could have well diverted her intent,

Which thus ſhe hath prevented.

Ste. Pardon me, Madam,

If I had given you this at over night,

She might have been o'retane: and yet ſhe writes

Purſuit would be but vain.

La. What Angel ſhall

Bleſs this unworthy husband ? he cannot thrive,

Unleſs her prayers, whom heaven deliſts to hear,

And loves to grant, reſprieve him from the wrath

Of great[est] Juſtice. Write, write, Rynaldo,

To this unworthy husband of his wife,

Let every word weigh heavy of her worth,

That he does weigh too light: my great[est] grief,

Tho little he do feel it, fet down ſharply.

Diſpatch the moſt convenient meſſenger,

When haply he ſhall hear that ſhe is gone,

He will return, and hope I may that the

Hearing ſo much will ſpeed her foot again,

Led hithe r by pure love : which of them both

Is deareſt to me, I have no skill in ſence

To make diſtinction ; provide this Meſſenger ;

My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak,

Grief would have tears, and ſorrow bids me ſpeak.

Exeunt.

A Tucke afar off.

Enter an old Widow of Florence, her Daughter, Violenta and

Mariana, with other

Citizens.

Widow. Nay come,

For if they do approach the City,

We ſhall loſe all the fight.

Dia. They ſay, the French Count has done
Moſt honourable ſervice.

Wid. It is reported,

That he has taken their great[est] Commander,
And that with his own hand he ſlew

The Dukes brother ; we have loſt our labour,

They are gone a contrary way: hark,

You may know by their Trumpets.

Maria. Come let's return again,
And ſuſorce our ſelves with report of it.

Well Diana, take heed of this French Earl,

The honour of a Maid is in her name,

And no legacy is ſo rich

As honeſty.

Wid. I have told my neighbour

How you have been ſolilicited by a Gentleman
His companion.

Mar. I know that knave, hang him, one Parolles a fil-
thy Officer he is in thofte Suggelions for the young Earl ;
beware of them Diana; their Promifes, Enticements,
Oath, and Tokens, and all the Engines of Luft, are not
the things they go under; many a Maid hath been ſeduced
by them, and the Mifery is Example, that ſo terrible
ſhews in the wrack of Maiden-hood, cannot for all that
diſwade ſucceſſion, but that they are limered with the twigs
that threatens them. I hope I need not to advife you
further, but I hope your own grace will keep you where
you are, tho there were no further danger known, but the
modeſtly which is ſo loſt.

Dia.

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All's well that ends well.

Diæ. You shall not need to fear me.

Enter Hellen.

Wid. I hope so; look here comes a Pilgrim; I know
she will lie at my house; thither they send one another;
Please question her, God fave you Pilgrim, whither are you
bound?

Hel. To S. Jaques le grand.

Where do the Palmers lodg, I do befeech you ?

Wid. At the S. Frances here beside the Port.

Hel. Is this the way ?

A march a far.

Wid. I marry is't. Hark you, they come this way:

If you will tarry, holy Pilgrim,

But till the troops come by,

I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd,

The rather for I think I know your hofteſs

As ample as my felf.

Hel. Is it your felf ?

Wid. If you ſhall pleafe ſo Pilgrim.

Hel. I thank you, and will ſtay upon your leifure.

Wid. You came I think from France ?

Hel. I did ſo.

Wid. Here you ſhall fee a Countreyman of yours.

That has done worthy ſervice.

Hel. His name I pray you ?

Diæ. The Count Roffillion: know you ſuch a one ?

Hel. But by the ear that hears moſt nobly of him.

His face I know not.

Diæ. Whatſomere he is,

He's bravely taken here. He ſtole from France

As 'tis reported : for the King had married him

Against his liking. Think you it is ſo ?

Hel. Ifurely, meer the truth, I know his Lady.

Diæ. There is a Gentleman that ſerves the Count,

Reports but courſely of her.

Hel. What's his name ?

Diæ. Monfieur Parolles.

Hel. Oh, I believe with him,

In argument of praeſe, or to the worth

Of the great Count himſelf, ſhe is too mean

To have her name repeated ; all her deferving

is a referred honefly, and that

I have not heard examin'd.

Diæ. Alas poor Lady.

'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
Of a detefting Lord.

Wid. I right good creature, wherefoe ſre he is,

Her heart weighs ſadly ; this young Maid might do her

A ſhrewd turn if ſhe pleas'd.

Hel. How do you mean ?

May be, the amorons Count ſolſicates her

In the unlawful purpofe.

Wid. He does indeed,

And broke with all that can in ſuch a ſuit,

Corrupt the tender honour of a Maid :

But ſhe is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard

In honefteſt defence.

Drum and Colours.

Enter Count Roffillion, Parolles, and the whole Army.

Ma. The Gods forbid eſſe.

Wid. So, now they come :

That is Antonio the Dukes eldeſt ſon,
That Eſcalus.

Hel. Which is the Frenchman ?

Diæ. He,

That with the plume, 'tis a moſt gallant ſellow,

I would he lov'd his wife ; if he were honefest

He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsome Gentleman ?

Hel. I like him well.

Diæ. 'Tis pity he is not honefst: yonds that fame knave

That leads him to these places, were I his Lady,
I would payſon that vile Rafcal.

Hel. Which is he ?

Diæ. That Jack-an-apes with ſcarſ. Why is he melancolly?

Hel. Prechance he's hurt i'th' battel,

Par. Lofe our drum ? Well.

Mar. He's ſhrewdly vest at ſomething. Look he has ſped us.

Wid. Marry hang you.

Mar. And your curſely, for a ring-carrier.

Wid. The troop ispaſt: Come Pilgrim, I will bring
You, where you ſhall hoſt: Of injoy'd penitents
There's four or five, to great S. Jaques bound,
Already at my house.

Exiſt.

Hel. I humbly thank you :

Pleafe it this Matron, and this Gentle Maid

To eat with us to night, the charge and thanking

Shall be for me; and to require you further,

I will beſtow ſome precepts on this Virgin,

Worthy the note,

Both: We'll take your offer kindly.

Exenue.

Enter Count Roffillion and the Frenchmen,
as at firſt.

Cap. E. Nay good my Lord put him to't: let him have his way.

Cap. G. If your Lordship find him not a Hilding, hold me no more in your reſpect.

Cap. E. Onmy life, my Lord, a bubble.

Ber. Do you think I am ſo far

Deceived in him ?

Cap. E. Believe it, my Lord, in mine own dire
knowledg, without any malice, but to ſpeak of him a
my Kinſman, he's a moſt notable Coward, and inſom
and endleſs Liar, an hourly promife-breaker, the owa
er of no one good quality, worthy your Lordships en
tainment.

Cap. G. It were fit you knew him, left repofing too far
in his virtue which he know not, he might at ſome great
and truſt bufineſs, in a main danger, fail you.

Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try
him.

Cap. G. None better than to let him fetch off his
Drum, which you hear him ſo confidently undertake to
do.

Cap. E. I with a troop of Florentines will ſuffectur
prife him; ſuch I will have whom I am ſure he knows not
from the enemy: we will bind and hood-wink him ſo
that he ſhall ſupſoſe no other but that he is carried in
the Leaguer of the adverfaries, when we bring him toou
own tents; be but your Lordship prefent at his exa
nation, if he do not for the promife of his life, and in
the higheſt compulſion of bare ſear, offer to betray you, and
deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and
that with the divine forfeit upon his foul upon oath, never
truſt my judgment in any thing.

Cap. G. O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his
drum; he ſays he has a stratagem for't; when your Lord
ſhip ſees the bottom of this ſuccesſs in't, and to what
metal this counterfeit lump of ours will be melted, if you give
him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining cannot
be removed. Here he comes.

Enter Parolles.

Cap. E. O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the hon
our of his deſign, let him fetch off his drum in any
hand.

Ber. How now Mounſieur ? This drum sticks ſore in
your diſpoſition.

Cap. G. A pox on't, let it go, 'tis but a drum.

Far.

All's well that ends well.

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Par. But a drum ! Is't but a drum ? A drum fo
loft. There was excellent command , to charge him with
our horfe upon our own wings, and to rend our own
fouldiers.

Cap. G. That was not to be blam'd in the command of the fervice, it was a dilafter of war, that Cefar himfelf could not have prevented, if he had been there to command.

Ber. Well, we cannot greatly condemn our fucceſs:
fome diſhonour we had in the loſs of that drum, but
it is not to be recovered.

Par. It might have been recovered.

Ber. It might, but it is not now.

Par. It is to be recovered, but that the merit of ſer-
vice is ſeldome attributed to the true exact perfor-
mer, I would have that drum or another ; or he ja-
pet.

Ber. Why, if you have ſtomack to't, Monsieur : if
you think your myſtery in ſtratagem can bring this in-
ſtrument of honour again into his native quarter, be mag-
nanimous in the enterprize and go on, I will grace the
attempt for a worthy exploit: if you ſpeed well in its the
Duke ſhall both ſpeak of it, and extend to you what fur-
ther becomes his greatneſs, even to the utmoſt ſyllable of
your worthineſs.

Par. By the hand of a ſouldier, I will undertake it.

Ber. But you muſt not now ſlumber in it.

Par. I'le about it this evening , and I will prefently
pen down my dilemmas, encourage my ſelf in my cer-
tainty , put my ſelf into my mortal preparation : and by
midnight look to hear further from me.

Ber. May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it.

Par. I know not what the ſuccesſs will be, my Lord,
but the attempt I vaw.

Ber. I know th'art valiant,

And to the poffibility of thy ſouldiership,

Exit.

Will ſubſcribe for thee: Farwell.

Par. I love not many words.

Cap. E. No more than a fifth loves water. Is not this a ſtrange fellow, my Lord, that ſo confidently ſeems to undertake this buſineſs, which he knows is not to be done, damns himſelf to do't, and dares better be damn'd than to do't.

Cap. G. You do not know him, my Lord, as we do
certain it is, that he will ſteal himſelf into a mans fa-
vour, and for a week ſcape a great deal of difcove-
ries, but when you find him out, you have him ever af-
ter.

Ber. Why do you think he will make no deed at all of this, that ſo ſeriously he do's addreſs himſelf un-
to?

Cap. E. None in the world, but return with an in-
vention, and clap upon you two or three probable lies :
but we have almost imboſt him, you ſhall fee his fall to
night ; for indeed he is not for your Lordships re-
ſpect.

Cap. G. We'll make you ſome ſport with the Fox
ere we caſe him. He was firſt ſinoak'd by the old Lord
Lafew ; when his diſguſe and he is parted, tell me what
a ſprat you ſhall find him, which you ſhall fee this very
night.

Cap. E. I muſt go look my twigs,
He ſhall be caught.

Ber. Your brother he ſhall go along with me.

Cap. G. As't pleafe your Lordship, I'le leave you.

Ber. Now will I lead you to the houſe, and ſhow you the Lats I ſpoke of.

Cap. E. But you ſay ſhe's hones ſt.

Ber. That's all the fault: I ſpok: with her but once,
And found her wondrous cold ; but I ſent to her
By this fame Coxcomb that we have i'th' wind
Tokensi and Letters, which ſhe did ſendref,
And this is all I have done: She's a fair creature,

Will you go fee her?

Cap. E. With all my heart, my Lord.

Exeunt.

Enter Hellen, and Widow.

Hel. If you miſdoubt me that I am not ſhe,
I know not how I ſhall aſſure you further,
But I ſhall loſe the grounds I work upon.

Wid. Tho my eſtate be fallen, I was well born,
Nothing acquainted with these buſineſſes,
And would not put my reputation now
In any ſtaining aſt.

Hel. Nor would I wifh you.

First give me truſt, the Count he is my husband,
And what to your ſworn counſel I have ſpoken,
is ſo from word to word: and then you cannot
By the good aid that I of you ſhould borrow,
Err in beſtowing it.

Wid. I should believe you,

For you have ſhew'd me that which well approves
Y'are great in fortune.

Hel. Take this purſe of Gold,

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again

When I have found it ; the Count he wooes your
daughter,

Lays down his wanton ſinge before her beauty,

Reſolves to carry her : let her in fine ſentent

As we'll direct her how ? is beſt to bear it :

Now this important blood will naught deny,

That ſhe'll demand: a ring the Count wears

That downward hath ſucceeded in his houſe

From ſon to ſon, ſome four or ſive deſcents,

Since the firſt father wore it. This Ring he holds

In moſt rich choice : yet in his idle ſire,

To buy his will, it would not ſeem too dear,

How e're repented after.

Wid. Now I fee the bottom of your purpofe.

Hel. You fee it lawful then, it is no more,

But that your daughter ere ſhe ſeems as won,

Defires this Ring; appoints him an encounter ;

In fine, delivers me to fill the time,

Her ſelf moſt chafely abſent : after this

To marry her, I'le add three thouſand Crowns

To what is paſt already.

Wid. I have yielded :

Inſtruct my daughter how ſhe ſhall preferv e,
That time and place with this deſcit ſo lawful
May prove coherent. Every night he comes

With Muſick of all forts, and longs compoſd

To her unworthineſs: It nothing ſteads us

To chide him from our ceves, for he perſilts

As if his life lay on't.

Hel. Why then to night

Let us aſſay our plot, which if it ſpeed,
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed ;

And lawful meaning in a lawful aſt,

Where both not ſin, and yet a ſinful aſt.

But let's about it.

Actus Quartus.

Enter one of the Frenchmen, with five or ſix other ſouldiers in ambuſh.

I. Lord E. He can come no other way but by this
hedge corner: when you fall upon him, ſpeak what ter-
rible Language you will, though you understand it not
your ſelves no matter: for we muſt not ſeem to under-
ſand him, unleſs some one among us, whom we muſt

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produce for an Interpreter.

P. Sol. Good Captain let me be th' Interpreter.

Lor E. Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice?

1. Sol. No, fir, I warrant you.

Lo. E. But what linie-woolie haft thou to speak to us again ?

1. Sol. E'n such as you speak to me,

Lo. E. He must think us fome band of ftrangers, i'th
neighbouring Languages : therefore we must every one
be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak
one to another: to we feem to know, is to know straight
our purpose: Chough's language, gabble enough, and
good enough. As for you Interpreter, you muſt feem ve-
ry politick. But couch hoa, here he comes, to beguile
two hours in a fleep, and then to return and ſwear the
lies he forges.

## Enter Parolles.

Par. Ten a clock: Within theſe three hours 'twil
be time enough to go home. What ſhall I ſay I have
done ? It muſt be a very plaſive invention that carries
it. They begin to ſmoak me, and diſgraces have of late
knock'd too often at my door: I find my tongue is too
fool-hardy, but my heart hath the fear of Mars before
it, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my
tongue.

Lo. E. This is the firſt that e're thine own tongue was guilty of

Par. What the devil ſhould move me to undertake
the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
impoſſibility, and knowing I had no ſuch purpose ? I
muſt give my ſelf ſome hurts, and ſay I got them in ex-
ploit: yet flight ones will not carry it. They will ſay,
came you off with ſo little ? And great ones I dare not
give, wherefore what's the inſtance ? Tongue, I muſt put
you into a Butter-womans mouth, and buy my ſelf an-
ther of Bajazeths Mules, if you prattle me into theſe pe-
rils.

Lo. E. Is it poffible he ſhould know what he is, and be that he is ?

Par. I would the cutting of my garments would ſerve
the turn, or the breaking of my Spaniſh ſword.

Lo. E. We cannot afford you ſo.

Par. Or the paring of my beard, and to ſay it was in
ſtratagem.

Lo. E. 'Twould not do.

Par. Or to drownd my cloathes, and ſay I was ſtript.

Lo. E. Hardly ſerve.

Par. Though I ſwore I leap from the window of the
Citradel.

Lo. E. How deep ?

Par. Thirty ſadome.

Lo. E. Three great oaths would ſcaree make that be believed.

Pa. I would I had any drum of the enemies, I would ſwear I recover'd it.

Lo. E. You ſhall hear one anon.

Par. A drum now of the enemies.

## Alarum within.

Lo. E. Throco movouſus, cargo, cargo, oargo.

All. Cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.

Par O ranſome, ranſome,

Do not hide mine eyes.

Inter. Baskos thromuldo beskos.

Par. I know you are the Muskos Regiment,
And I ſhall loſe my life for want of language.
If there be here German or Dane, low Dutch,
Italian, or French, let him ſpeak to me,
I le diſeover that which ſhall undo the Florentine,

Inter. Baskus vanvado, I understand thee, and can ſpeak
thy tongue Kerelybonto fir, betake thee to thy faith, for
feventeen ponyards are at thy beſome.

Par. Oh.

Int. Oh pray, pray, pray,

Mancha reancha dulcete.

Lo. E. Of veorbidulchos wolverco.

Int. The General is content to ſpare thee yet,
And hood-winkt as thou art, will lead thee on
To gather from thee. Haply thou mayſt inform
Something to ſave thy life.

Par. O let me live,

And all the ſecrets of our camp I'le ſhow.

Their force, their purpoſes: Nay, I'le ſpeak that,
Which you will wonder at.

Int. But wile thou faithfully ?

Par. If I do not, damn me.

Int. Ascordinta.

Come on, thou art granted ſpace.

## A ſhort Alarum within.

Lo. E. Go tell the Count Roffillion and my brother,
We have caught the Woodcock, and will keep him muſt
Till we do hear from them

Par. Captain I will.

Lo. E. A will betray us all unto our ſelves,
Inform on that.

Sol. So I will fir.

Lo. E. Till then I'le keep him dark and safely lockt.

## Enter Beiram, and the Maid called Diana.

Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell.

Dia. No my good Lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled Goddeſs,

And worth it with addition: but fair ſoul,

In your fine frame hath love no quality?

If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,

You are no Maiden but a monument:

When you are dead you ſhall be ſuch a one

As you are now, for you are cold and ſtern :

And now you ſhould be as your Mother was

When your ſwect ſelf was got.

Dia. She then was honſt.

Ber. So ſhould you be.

Dia. No.

My Mother did but duty, ſuch (my Lord)

As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more a'that :

I prethee do not ſtrive againſt my vows:

I was compel'd to her, but I love thee

By loves own ſwift conſtraint, and will for ever

Do thee all rights of ſervice.

Dia. I fo you ſerve us

Till we ſerve you: But when you have our Rofes,

You barely leave our Thorns to prick our ſelves.

And mock us with our barenneſs.

Ber. How have I ſworn?

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth.

But the plain ſingle vow, that is vow'd true:

What is not holy, that we ſwear not, by,

But take the High'ft to witneſs: then pray you tell me,
If I ſhould ſwear by Joves great Attriſute,

I lov'd you clearly, would you believe my oaths,

When I did love you ill ? This has no holding

To ſwear by him whom I preſeft to love,

That I will work againſt him. Therefore your oaths

Are words and poor conditions, but unfeal'd

At leaſt in my opinion.

Ber. Change it, change it :

Be not so holy cruel: Love is holy,

All's well that ends well.

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And my integrity ne're knew the crafts
That you do charge men with: Stand no more off,
But give thy self unto my sick defiles,
Who then recovers. Say thou art mine, and ever
My love, as it begins, shall so perfevere.

*Dia.* I fee that men make ropes in such a fear,
That we'll forfale our felves. Give me that Ring.
Ber. I'le lend it thee my dear, but have no power
To give it from me.

*Dia.* Will you not, my Lord ?

*Ber.* It is an honour longing to our houſe,
Bequeathed down from many Anceſtors,
Which were the greatest obloquy 't h world,
In me to lofe.

*Dia.* Mine Honour's ſuch a Ring,
My Chaſtſtie's the Jewel of our houſe,
Bequeathed down from many Anceſtors,
Which were the greatest obloquy 't h world,
In me to loſe Thus your own proper wifdom
Brings in the Champion honour on my part,
Against your vain affaull.

*Ber.* Here, take my Ring,
Hy houſe, my honour, yea my life be thine.
And I'le be bid by the.

*Dia.* When midnight comes, knock at my chamber
window:

*I'le order take, my mother ſhall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden-bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor ſpeak to me :
My reafons are moſt ſtrong, and you ſhall know them,
When back again this Ring, ſhall be deliver'd :
And on your finger in the night, I'le put
Another Ring, that which in time proceeds,
May token to the future, our paſt deeds.
A dieu till then, then fail not: you have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done.

*Be.* A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee. Exit.
*Dia.* For which, live long to thank both hea vn and me.
You may ſo in the end.

My mother told me juſt how he would woo,
As if the fat in's heart. She ſays, all men
Have the like oaths : He had ſworn to marry me
When his wife 's dead : therefore I'le lie with him
When I am buried. Since French-men are to braid,
Marry that will, I'le live and die a Maid ;
Only in this diſguife, I think't no fin,
To cozen him that would unjuſtly win.

Exit.

Enter the two French Captains, and ſome two or three
Souldiurs.

*Cap.* G. You have not given him his mothers letter.

*Cap.* E. I have deliver'd it an hour ſince, there is
fomething in't that flings his nature : for on the reading
it, he change'd almost into another man.

*Cap.* G. He has much worthy blame laid upon him,
for ſhaking off to good a wife, and ſo weet a Lady.

*Cap.* E. Especially, he hath incurred the everlaſing
difpleasure of the King, who had even turn'd his bounty
to ſing happineſs to him. I will tell you a thing, but you
ſhall let it dwell darkly with you.

*Cap.* G. When you have ſpoken it, 'tis dead, and I
am the grave of it.

*Cap.* E. He hath perverted a young Gentlewoman
here in Florence, of a moſt chaſt renown, and this night
he fleſhes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath
given her his monumental Ring, and thinks himself
made in the unchaſt composition.

*Cap.* G. Now God delay our rebellion, as we are our
felves, what things are we.

*Cap.* E. Meerly our own traitors. And as in he
common course of all treaſons, we ſtill fee them reveal
themselves, till they attain to their abhor'd ends: ſo he

that in this action contrives against his own Nobility in
his proper ſtream, o'c-flowes himselfe.

*Cap.* G. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be Trum-
peters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have
his company to night?

*Cap.* E. Not till after midnight: for he is dieted to his
hour.

*Cap.* G. That approaches apace : I would gladly have
him fee his company anathomiz'd, that he might take
a meaſure of his own judgments, wherein ſo feriouſly
he had ſet his counterſeit.

*Cap.* E. We will not meddle with him till he come ;
For his prefence muſt be the whip of the other.

*Cap.* G. In the mean time, what hear you of those
Wars?

*Cap.* E. I hear there is an overture of peace.

*Cap.* G. Nay I affure you a peace concluded.

*Cap.* E. What will Count Roffillion do then ? Will he
travel higher, or return again into France ?

*Cap.* G. I perceive by this demand, you are not alco-
gether of his counſel.

*Cap.* E. Let it be forbid, ſir, to ſhould I be a great deal
of this aſt.

*Cap.* G. Sir, his wife ſome two months ſince fled
from his houſe, her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Ja-
ques le grand; which holy undertaking, with moſt au-
tre fanefiimony ſhe accompliſh'd: and there refiding,
the tenderneſs of her Nature, became as a prey to her grieſe:
in fine, made a groan of her laſt breath, and now ſhe
flings in heaven.

*Cap.* E. How is this juſtified ?

*Cap.* G. The ſtronger part of it by her own Letters,
which makes her ſtory true, even to the point of her
death: her death it ſelf, which could not be her office
to ſay, is come, was faithfully confirm'd by the Reſtor
of the place.

*Cap.* E. Hath the Count all this intelligence ?

*Cap.* G. I, and the particular confirmations, point
from point, to the full arming of the verity.

*Cap.* E. I am heartily forry that he'l be glad of this.

*Cap.* G. How mightily fometimes, we make us com-
forts of our loſſes.

*Cap.* E. And how mightily ſome other times, we
drown our gain in tears, the great dignity that this valour
hath here requir'd for him, ſhall at home be encountered
with a ſhame as ample.

*Cap.* G. The web of our life, is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together: our vertues would be proud, if our
faults whipt them not, and our crimes would despair if
they were not cheriſh'd by our vertues.

Enter a Messenger.

*How now? Where's your aſtayer ?*

*Ser.* He met the Duke in the ſtreet, ſir, of whom he
hath taken a ſolemn leave: his Lordſhip will next morn-
ing for France. The Duke hath offered him Letters of
com mendations to the King.

*Cap.* E. They ſhall be no more than needful there, if
they were more than they can commend.

Enter Count Roffillion.

*Cap.* G. They cannot be too ſweet for the Kings tart-
neſs, here's his Lordſhip now. How now my Lord, isn't
not after midnight ?

*Ber.* I have to night disſpatch'd ſixteen buſineſſes, a
months length a piece, by an abſtraft of ſucces: I have
congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his neareſt;
buried a wife, mourn'd for her; writ to my Lady mother,
I am returning; entertain'd my Convoy, and between
theſe main parcels of disſpatch, effect'd many nicer
needs: the laſt was the greatest, but that I have not end-
ed yet.

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Cap.

All's well that ends well.

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Cap. E. If the bufets be of any difficulty, and this
morning your departure hence, it requires haſte of your
Lordship.

Ber. I mean the buſets is not ended, as fearing to
hear of it hereafter : but ſhall we have this Dialogue be-
tween the Foel and the Soldier ? Come, bring forth this
counterfeit module ; 'has deceived me, like a doublemea-
ing Propheſer.

Cap. E. Bring him forth, h'as fate i'th Stocks all night,
poor gallant Knave.
Ber. No matter, his heels have deferv'd it, in urping
his Spurs so long. How does he carry himſelf?

Cap. G. I have told your Lordship already : The Stocks
carry him. But to anſwer you as you would be underſood,
he weeps like a Wench that had ſhed her Milk, he hath
conſeſt himſelf to Morgan, whom he ſuppofes to be a
Friar, from the time of his very remembrance to this very
inſtant. Diſafter of his fetting i'th Stocks; and what
think you he hath conſeſt?

Ber. Nothing of me, has a ?

Cap. E. His conſeſion is taken, and it ſhall be read to
his Face, if your Lordship be in't, as I believe you are, you
muſt have the patience to hear it.

Enter Parolles, with his Interpreter.

Ber. A plague upon him, muſſed; he can ſay nothing
of me; huff.

Cap. G. Hoodman comes: Portotartaroffa.

Int. He calls for the Tortures, what will you ſay with-
out 'em?

Par. I will confes what I know without conſtraint;
If ye pinch me like a Paſſy, I can ſay no more.

Int. Boſke Chimurcho.

Cap. Biblibindo Chicurmurco.

Int. You are a merciful General: Our General bids you
anſwer to what I ſhall ask you out of a Note.

Par. And truly, as I hope to live.

Int. First demand of him, how many Horſe the Duke is
ſtrong. What ſay you to that ?

Par. Five or fix thouſand, but very weak and unſervice
able; the Troops are all ſcatter'd, and the Commanders
very poor Rogues, upon my Reputation and Credit, and
as I hope to live.

Int. Shall I ſet down your anſwer fo?

Par. Do, I'le take the Sacrament on't, how and which
way you will: all's one to him.

Ber. What a paſſing ſlave is this?

Cap. G. Y'are deciv'd, my Lord, this Monſieur Parol-
les, the gallant Militarift, that was his own phraſe, that
had the whole Theorick of War in the knot of his Scarſ,
and the præſtice in the Chap of his Dagder.

Cap. E. I will never truſt a man again, for keeping his
Sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in him,
by wearing his Apparel neatly.

Int. Well, that's ſet down.

Par. Five or fix thouſand horſe I ſed, I will ſay true, or
thereabouts ſet down, for I'le ſpeak truth.

Cap. G. He's very near the truth in this.

Ber. But I con him no thanks for't in the nature he de-
livers it.

Par. Foor Rogues, I pray you ſay.

Int. Well that's ſer down.

Par. I humbly thank you, fir, a truth's a truth, the
Rogues are marvellous poor.

Int. Demand of him of what ſtrength they are a foot.
What ſay you to that ?

Par. By my troth, fir, if I were to live this prefent
hour, I will tell true. Let me ſee, Spurio a hundred and
fifty, Sebastian ſo many, Corabus ſo many, Jaques ſo
many: Guiltian, Cofmo, Lodowick, and Gratiis, two hun-
dred each: Mine own Company, Chitopher, Vanmond,
Bentii, two hundred fifty each; ſo that the Mutter-file,
rotten and found, upon my life amounts not to fifteen

thouſand pole, half of the which dare not make the
Snow from off their Caffocks, left they take themselves
to pieces.

Ber. What ſhall be done to him ?

Cap. G. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand
of him my conditions; and what Credit I have with the
Duke.

Int. Well that's ſer down: you ſhall demand of him,
whether one Captain Dumain be i'th Camp, a Frenchman,
what his Reputation is with the Duke, what his Valour,
Honesty, and Expertneſs in War, or whether he thinks
it were not possible with well weighing fums of Gold to
corrupt him to revol. What ſay you to this? What do
you know of it?

Par. I beſeeth you let me anſwer to the particular of
the interrogatories. Demand them ſingly.

Int. Do you know Captain Dumain?

Par. I know him, a was a Botchers Prentice in Par-
from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieves ſool
with Child, dumb innocent that could not ſay him
nay.

Ber. Nay, by your leave hold your hands, tho I know
his Brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.

Inter. Well, is this Captain in the Duke of Florence
Camp?

Par. Upon my knowledg he is, and lowſie.

Cap. G. Nay look not ſo upon me; we ſhall hear of
your Lord anon.

Int. What is his Reputation with the Duke ?

Par. The Duke knows him for no other, but a poor
Officer of mine, and writ to me the other day, to turn
him out a'th Band. I think I have his Letter in my Po-
ket.

Int. Marry we'll ſearch.

Par. In good ſadneſs I do not know, either it is there
or it is upon a ſile with the Dukes other Letters, in my
Tent.

Int. Here? is, here's a Paper, I ſhall I read it to you?

Par. I do not know if it be it or no.

Ber. Our Interpreter do's it well.

Cap. G. Excellently.

Int. Dian, the Count's a ſool, and full of gold.

Par. That is not the Dukes letter fir; that is an Adveri-
ment to a proper Maid in Florence, one Dian, to take
heed of the Allurement of one Count Raffition, a ſool
idle Boy; but for all that very ruttiſh. I pray you fir
put it up again.

Int. Nay, I'le read it firſt by your favour.

Par. My meaning in't, I proteſt was very honet in the
behalf of the Maid: for I knew the young Count to be
dangerous and laſevious Boy, who is a Whale to Virgi-
ty, and devours up all the fry it finds.

Ber. Damnable ! bothſides Rogue.

Int. Let. When he swears Oaths, 'bid him drop Gold, and
take it :

After he ſcores, he never pays the ſcore.

Half won is match well made, match and well makg it.

He ne're pays after-debts, take it before,

And ſay a Soldier (Dian) told thee this:

Men are to mell with, Boys are not tokil's.

For count of this, the Count's a Fool I know it,

Who pays before, but not when he does owe it.

Thine as he vow'd to thee in thine ear,
Parolles.

Ber. He ſhall be whipt through the Army with this
rime in's forehead.

Cap. E. This is your devoted friend, fir, the manofele
Linguift, and the Army-potent Soldier.

Ber. I could endure any thing before, but a Cat, and
he's a Cat to me.

Int. I perſive, fir, by the Generals looks, we ſhall be
fain to hang you.

Pa

All's well that ends well.

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Par. My life, fir, in any cafe: Nor that I am afraid to
die, but that my offences being many, I would repent
out the remainder of Nature. Let me live, fir, in a dunge-
on, i'ch flocks, any where, so I may live.

Int. We'll fee what may be done, so you confess free-
ly: therefore once more to this Captain Dumain: you
have an'fer'd to his reputation with the Duke, and to
his valour. What is his honefty ?

Par. He will feal, fir, an Egge out of a Cloifter: for
rapes and ravishments he parallels Neffus. He proffesses
not keeping of oaths, breaking them he is fir stronger than
Hercules. He will lye, fir, with fuch volubility, that you
would think truth were a fool: drunkennels is his beft
vertue, for he will be fwine-drunk, and in his fleep he
does little harm, fave to his bed-cloathes about him: but
they know his conditions, and lay him in ftraw. I have
but little more to fay, fir, of his honefty, he ha's every
thing that an honest man ſhould not have: what an ho-
neſt man ſhould have, he has nothing.

Cap. G. I begin to love him for this.

Ber. For this decription of thine honeſty ? A pox up-
on him for me, he's more and more a Cat.

Int. What fay you to his expertneſs in war ?

Par. Faith fir, ha's led the drum before the English
Tragedians: to belie him I will not, and more of his foul-
dierfhip I know not, except in that Country, he had the
honour to be the Officer at a place where called Mile-end,
to inſtruſt for the doubling of files. I would do the man
what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.

Cap. G. He hath out-villan'd villany so far, that the
rarity reelects him.

Ber. A pox on him, he's a Cat fil.

Int. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not
to ask you, if Gold will corrupt him to revolt.

Par. Sir, For a Cardecue he will fell the fee ſimple of
his falvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th'intail from
all remainders, and perpetual ſucceſſion for it perpe-
tually.

Int. What's his Bro. her, the other captain Dumain?

Cap. E. Why do's he ask him of me ?

Int. What's he ?

Par. En a Crow a'ch fame neſt: not altogether so
great as the firſt in goodneſs, but greater a great deal in
evill. He excels his Brother for a Coward, yet his Brother
is reputed one of the beſt that is. In a retreat he out-
runs any lackey; marry in coming on, he ha's the
Gramp.

Int. If your life be ſaved, will you undertake to betray
the Florentine ?

Par. I and the Captain of his horſe Count Reſſillon,
Int. I'le whisper with the General, and know his
pleaſure.

Par. I'le no more drumming, a plague of all drums,
onely to ſeem to deferve well, and to beguile the ſuppo-
fition of that laſcivious young boy the Count, have I run
into this danger: yet who would have ſupſpected an am-
ſufh where I was taken ?

Int. There is no remedy, fir, but you muſt die: the
General ſays, you that have ſo traiterouſly discovered
the ſecrets of your army, and made ſuch peſtiferous re-
ports of men very nobly held, can ſerve the world for no
honest uſe: therefore you muſt die. Come heads man
off with his head.

Par. O Lord, fir, I am me ſive, or let me ſee my death.

Int. That ſhall you, and take your leave of all your
friends :

So look about you, know you any here ?

Coun. Good morrow noble Captain.

Lo. E. God bleſſ you Captin Parolier.

Cap. G. God ſave you noble Captain.

Lo. E. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
Lafew ? I am for France.

Cap. G. Good Captain will you give me a Copy of
the fame ſonner you writ to Dians in behalf of the Count

Reſſillon, and I were not a very Coward, I'd compel it
of you, but fare you well.

Int. You are undone Captain all but your ſcarf, that
has a knot on't yer.

Par. Who cannot be cruſſ'd with a plot ?

Int. If you could find out a Country where but wo-
men were that had received so much ſhame, you might
begin an impudent Nation. Fare ye well fir, I am for
France too, we shall ſpeak of you there.

Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great
I would burſt at this: Captain I'le be no more,
But I will eat and drink, and ſleep as I ſat.

As Captain ſhall. Simply the thing I am
Shall make me live: who knows himſelf a braggart
Let him fear this; for it will come to paſ,
That every braggart ſhall be found an Aſ.
Ruſt ſword, cool bluſhes, and Parolles live
Saſeſt in ſhame; being ſool'd, by ſool'ry thrive;
There's place and means for every man alive.
Ile after them.

Exit.

Enter Hellen, Widow, and Diana.

Hel. That you may well perceive I have not
wrong'd you,

One of the greatest in the Chriſtian world
Shall be my ſurety: ?fore whole ſhrone ?is needful
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.

Time was I did him a defred office,
Dear almost as his life, which gratiude
Through flinty Tartars boſome would peep forth,
And anſwer thanks. I duly am inſorm'd,

His grace is at Marſelis, to which place
We have convenient convoy; you muſt know
I am ſoppofed dead, the Army breaking,
My husband hies him home, where heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good Lord the King,
We'll be before our welcome.

Wid. Gentle Madam,

You never had a ſervant to whole ſtruſ
Your buſineſs was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you miſtris

Ever a friend, whole thoughts more truly labour
To recompence your love: Doubt not but heaven
Hath brought me up to be your daughters dowre,

As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But O ſtrange men,
That can ſuch ſweeſ uſe make of what they hate,
When ſawcy truſting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night, ſo luff doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away.

But more of this hereafter: you Diana,
Under my poor inſtructions yet muſt ſuffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia. Let death and honeſty
Go with your impoffitions, I am yours
Upon your will to ſuffer.

Hel. Yet I pray you :

But with the word the time will bring on ſummer,
When Briars ſhall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as ſweeſ as ſharp: we muſt away,
Our Wagon is prepar'd, and times revives us,

All's well that ends well, till, that finds the Crown :
What were the courſe, the end is the renown. Exeunt.

Enter Clown, old Lady, and Lafew.

Laf. No, no, no, your ſon was miſled with a ſnipe
taſſata fellow there, whole villanous ſaffron would have
made all the uobak'd and dow youth of a nation in his
colour, your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour,
and your ſon here at home, more advan'd by the King,
than by that red-tail'd humble-fee I ſpeak of.

T 3

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Lad.

All's well that ends well.

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Lad. I would I had not known him, it was the death of the most vertuous Gentlewoman, that ever Nature had prais'd for creating, if she had partaken of my flesh; and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love.

Laf. 'Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. We may pick a thousand lallets ere we light on such another herb.

Clo. Indeed, fir, she was the sweet Margerom of the faller, or rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not herbs, you knave, they are nofe-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, fir, I have not much skill in grace.

La. Whether does thou profess thy self, a knave or a fool?

Clo. A fool, fir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man.

La. Your distinction?

Clo. I would exjoin the man of his wife, and do his service.

La. So you were a knave at his service indeed.

Clo. And I would give his wife my baubles, fir, to do her service.

La. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

Clo. At your service.

La. No, no, no.

Clo. Why, fir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a Prince as you are.

La. Who's that, a Frenchman?

Clo. Faith, fir, a has an English mean, but his fignony is more hotter in France than here.

La. What Prince is that?

Clo. The black prince, fir, alias the prince of darknefs, alias the devil.

La. Hold thee, there's my purse, I give thee not this to fuffget thee from thy Maſter thou talk'st of, serve him fit.

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, fir, that always loved a great fire, and the matter I speak of ever keeps a good fire, but fire he is the Prince of the world, let his Nobility remain in's Court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may, but the manly will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowry way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.

La. Go thy ways, I begin to be aeweary of thee, and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horſes be well look't to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, fir, they shall be Jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature Exit.

Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.

Lad. So ais. My Lord that's gone, made himself much ſport out of him, by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his faucineſs, and indeed he has no pace, but he runs where he will.

Laf. I like him well, 'tis not amifs: and I was about to tell you, ſince I heard of the good Ladies death, and that my Lord your fon was upon his return home; I moved the King my maſter to ſpeak in the behalf of my daugh ter, which in the minority of them both, his Ma jefly, out of a ſelf gracious remembrance did firſt pro pofe; his Highneſs hath promis'd me to do it, and to ſtop up the diſpleasure he hath conceived against your fon, there is no ſitter matter. How do's your Ladiship like it?

La. With very much content, my Lord, and I wish it happily eff't.

Laf. His Highneſs comes poſt from Marſelles, of as able a body as when he numbred thirty, a will be here to mor

row, or I am deceiv'd by him that in ſuch intelligence hath ſeldom fail'd.

La. It rejoices me that I hope I shall fee him ere I die. I have letters that my ſon will be here to night: I shall be ſeech your Lordship to remain with me till they meet together.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what Manners I might safely be admitted.

Lad. You need but plead your honourable priu ledg.

Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I thank my God it holds yet.

### Enter Clown.

Clo. O Madam, yonders my Lord your ſon with a patch of velvet one's face; whether there be a fear under't or no, the Velvet knows, but 'tis a goodly patch of Velvet, his left cheek is a check of two pike and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.

La. A fear nobly got:

Or a noble fear, is a good livery of honour.

So belike is that.

Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face.

Laf. Let us go fee

Your ſon I pray you, I long to talk With the young noble folderier.

Clo. Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and moſt courteous Feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.

Exeunt.

### Alus Quintus.

Enter Helen, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendants.

Hel. But this exceeding poſing day and night, Muſt wear your spirits low, we cannot help it. But ſince you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Behold you do ſo grow in my requital. Of nothing can unroot you. In happy time.

### Enter a Gentleman a ſtranger.

This man may help me to his Majeftries ear, If he would I ſpend his power. God gave you ſir:

Gent. And you.

Hel. Sir, I have feen you in the Court of France.

Gent. I have been fometimes there.

Hel. I do prefume, fir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodneſs, And therefore goaded with moſt sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The uſe of your own vertues, for the which I shall continue thankful.

Gen. What's your will ?

Hel. That it will please you

To give this poor petition to the King, And aid me with that ſtore of power you have To come into his prefence.

Gent. The Kings not here.

Hel. Not here fir ?

Gent. Not indeed,

He hence remov'd laſt night, and with more haſt Than his uſe.

Wid. Lord, how we loſe our pains.

Hel. All's well that ends well yet,

Tho time ſeem ſo adverse, and means unfit: I do beſeech you, whither is he gone ?

Gent.

All's well that ends well.

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Gent. Marry as I take it to Reffillion,
Whither I am going.
Hel. I do beleech you fir,
Since you are like to fee the King before me,
Commend the Paper to his gracious hand,
Which I prefume fhall render you no blame,
But rather make you thank your pains for it.
I will come after you with what good ſpeed
Our means will make us means.

Gent. This I'll do for you.

Hel. And you ſhall find your ſelf to be well thankt
what e're fails more. We muſt to horſe again. Go, go,
provide.
Exeunt.

Enter Clown and Parolles.

Par. Good M. Levatch, give my Lord Lafew this Letter; I have ere now, fir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with freſher Cloaths; but I am now, fir, muddied in fortunes mood, and ſinell ſomewhat ſtrong of her ſtrong diſpleasure.

Clo. Truly, Fortunes diſpleasure is but fluttish, if it ſmell ſo strongly as thou ſpeak'st of: I will henceforth eat no Fith of Fortunes buttrring. Prethee, allow the Wind.

Par. Nay, you need not to ſtop your Noſe, fir: I ſpeak but a Metaphor.

Clo. Indeed, fir, if your Metaphor ſink, I will ſtop my Noſe, or againt any mans Metaphor. Prethee get thee further.

Par. Pray you, fir, deliver me this Paper.

Clo. Foh, prethee ſtand away; a Paper from Fourtunes Cloſe-ſtoot, to give to a Nobleman. Look here he comes himself.

Enter Lafew.

Clo. Here is a pur of Fortunes, fir, or of Fortunes Cat,
but not a Mufcat; that hath faln into the unclean Fifth-
pond of her diſpleasure, and as he ſays muddied withall.
Pray you, fir, ute the Carp as you mav, for he looks like
a poor decayed, Ingenious, Fooliſh, Raſcally Knave. I
do pity his diſtrefls in my Smiles of comfort, and leave him
to your Lordship.

Par. My Lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly
ſcratch'd.

Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too
late to pare her Nails now. Wherein have you plaied the
Knave with Fortune, that he should Scratch you, who of
her ſelf is a good Lady, and would not have Knaves thrive
long under her ? There's a Cardecue for you : Let the Ju-
ſtices make you and Fortune friends; I am for other buſi-
neſs.

Par. I beſeech your honour, to hear me one ſingle
word.

Laf. You beg a ſingle penny more : Come you ſhall
ha't, ſave your word.

Par. My name, my good Lord, is Parolles.

Laf. You beg more than one word then. Cox my paſ-
fion, give me your hand: How does your Drum?

Par. O my good Lord, you were the firſt that found
me.

Laf. Was I infooth? And I was the firſt that loſt thee.

Par. It lies in you, my Lord, to bring me in ſome grace,
for you did bring me out.

Laf. Out upon the Knave, doſt thou put upon me at
once, both the Office of God and Devil: one brings thee
in grace, and the other brings thee out. The King's com-
ing I know by his Trumpets. Sirrah, enquire further af-
ter me, I had talk of you laſt Night, tho you are a Fool
and a Knave, you ſhall eat, go to, follow.

Par. I praſe God for you.

Flourish. Enter King, old Lady, Lafew, the two French
Lords, with Attendants.

Kin. We loft a Jewel, and our eſleem
Was made much poorer by it: but your Son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the ſenſe to know
Her eſtimation home.

Old La. 'Tis paſt, my Liege,
And I beſeech your Maſety to make it
Natural Rebellion, done i'th blade of Youth,
When Oyl and Fire, too ſtrong for reatons force;
Ore bears it and burns on.

Kin. My honour'd Lady,
I have forgiven and ſorgotten all,
Tho my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to ſhooſ.

Laf. This I muſt ſay,
But firſt I beg my pardon; the young Lord
Did to his Maſety, his Mother, and his Lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to himſelf:
The greatest wrong of all. He loft a Wife,
Whofe beauty did aſtoniſh the ſurvey
Of richelt eyes: whole words all ears took captive
Whofe deep perſection, hearts that ſcorn'd to ſerve,
Humbly call'd Miftris.

Kin. Praſing what is loſt,
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither,
We are reconcil'd, and the firſt view ſhall kill
All repetition: Let him not ask our pardon,
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than Oblivion, we do bury
Th'incenſing relicks of it. Let him approach
A ſtranger, no Offender; and inform him
So 'tis our will he ſhould.

Gent. I ſhall my Liege.

Kin. What ſays he to your Daughter,
Have you ſpoke?

Laf. All that he is, hath reference to your Highneſs.

Kin. Then ſhall we have a match. I have Letters ſent
me, that fet him high in fame.

Enter Count Bertram.

Laf. He looks well on't.

Kin. I am not a day of ſeafon,
For thou maſſe ſee a Sun-ſhine, and a Hail
In me at once; But to the brighteſt Beams
Diftracted Clouds give way, to ſtand thou ſorth,
The time is fair again.

Ber. My high repented blames,
Dear Soveraign, pardon me.

Kin. All is whole,
Not one word more of the ſonſumed time,
Let's take the inſant by the forward top:
For we are old, and our quick'ſt decrees
Th'inaudible, and noifeleſs foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember
The Daughter of this Lord?

Ber. Admiringly, my Liege, at firſt
I ſuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Duſt make too bold a herald of my Tongue:
Where the Impreſſion of mine Eye enſigning,
Contempt his ſcornful Perſpective did lend me,
Which wrapt the line of every other favour,
Scorn'd a fair colour, or expreſſ it ſtoſt,
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a moſt hideous Object. Then it came,
That ſhe whom all men prais'd, and whom my ſelf,
Since I have loſt, have lov'd; was in mine Eye
The duſt that did offend it.

Kin. Well excus'd:
That thou didst love her, ſtrikes ſome ſcores away
From the great compt; but love that comes too late,
Like a ſemorſeſul pardon flowely carried
To the great ſender, turns a ſowre ſoffence,
Crying, that's good that's gone: our rath faults
Make trial price of ſerious things we have,

Not

All's well that ends well.

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Not knowing them, until we know their grave.
Oft our displeasures to our selves unjuſt,
Defroy our friends, and after weep their duſt:

Our own love waking, cries to fee what's done,
While (haphome hate) fleeps out the afternoon,
Be this sweet Hellens knell, and now forget her.

Sind forth your amorous token for fair Mauclin,
The main contents are had, and here we'll ſtay
To fee our widowers ſecond marriage day:
Which better than the first, O dear heaven bleſſ,
Or, ere they meet in me, O Nature ceale.

Laf. Come on my ſon, in whom my houſes name
Muſt be digeſt: give a favour from you
To ſparkle in the ſpirits of my daughter,
That ſhe may quickly come. By my old beard,
And ev'ry hair that's on't, Hellen that's dead
Was a ſweet creature: ſuch a Ring as this,
The laſt that ere I took her leave at Court,
I law upon her finger.

B.r. Here it was not.

Kin. Now pray you let me fee it. For mine eye,
While I was ſpeaking, oft was ſaften'd to't:
This Ring was mine, and when I gave it Hellen,
I bad her, if her fortunes ever ſtood
Necefſited to help, that by this token

I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her
Of what ſhould read her moſt?

Ber. My gracious Soveraign,

How ere it pleafes you to take it ſo,
The Ring was never hers.

Old La. Son, on my life

I have been her wear it, and ſhe reckon'd it
At her lives rate.

Lſ. I am ſure I law her wear it.

Ber. You are deceiv'd my Lord, ſhe never ſaw it:
In Florence was it from a caſement thrown me,
Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
Of her that threw it: Noble ſhe was, and thought
I ſtood ingag'd, but when I had ſubſcrib'd
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,
I could not anſwer in that courſe of honour
As ſhe had made the overture, ſhe ceaſt
In heavy ſatifaſtation, and would never
Receive the Ring again.

Kin. Platus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
Hath not in natures myſtery more ſcience,
Than I have in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Hellens,
Who ever gave it you : then if you know
That you are well acquainted with your ſelf,
Confels 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to ſurery,
That ſhe would never put it from her finger,
Until ſhe gave it to your ſelf in bed,
Where you have never come: or ſent it us
Upon her great diſafter.

Ber. She never law it.
Kin. Thou ſpeak it falſly: as I love mine honour,
And mak it conjectural fears to come into me,
Which I would fain ſhut out; if it ſhould prove
That ſi ou art inhuman, 'twill not prove ſo.
And yet I know not, thou didſt hate her deadly,
And he is dead, which nothing but to cloſe
Her eyes my ſelf, could win me to believe,
More than to fee this Ring. Take him away,
My fore-paſt proofs, how ere the matter fall
Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him,
We'll lift this matter further.

Per. If you shall prove
This Ring was ever hers, you ſhall as eafy
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Where yet ſhe never was.

Enter a Gentleman.

Kin. I am wrap'd in diſmal thinkings.

Gent. Gracious Soveraign.

Whether I have been too blame or no, I know not,
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
VWho have for four or five removes come ſhort,
To tender it her ſelf. I undertook it,
Vanquif'd thereto by the fair grace and ſpeech
Of the poor ſuppliant, who by this I know
Is here attending: her buſineſs looks in her
VWith an importing ſtage, and ſhe told me

Of the poor ſuppliant, who by this I know
Is here attending: her buſineſs looks in her
VWith an importing ſtage, and ſhe told me
In a ſweet verbal brief, it did concern
Your Highneſt with her ſelf.

A Letter.

Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was
dead, I bluſt to ſay it, he won me. Now is the Ceans
Roffillion Wid.wer, his vows are forfeited to me, and my
honours paid to him. He fleot from Florence, taking no
leave, and I follow him to this Countrey for Jufſice. Grac
it me, O King, in you it beſt lies, otherwife a ſiuerer ſlu-
viſhes, and a poor Maid is undone.

Diana Caplet.

Laf. I will buy me a ſon in Law in a fear, and toſte him
for this. Ple none of him.

Kin. The heavens have thought well on thee, Laf,
To bring forth this diſcoy'ry, ſeek the futors:
Go ſpedily, and bring again the Count.

Enter Bertram.

I am aſeafe the life of Hellen (Lady)
VV as foully ſnatch'd.

Old La. Nuw juſtice on the doers.

Kin. I wonder fir, wives are ſo monſtrous to you,
And that you fly them as you ſwear them Lordſhip,
Yet you deſire to marry. VWhat woman's that?

Enter VVidow, Diana, and Parolles.

Dia. I am, my Lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derived from the ancient Caplet;
My ſuit, as I underſtand you know
And therefore know how far I may be pitied.

Wid. I am her Mother, fir, whole age and honour
Both ſuffer under this complaint we bring,
And both ſhall ceaſe, without your remedy.

Kin. Come hither. Count, do you know theſe VVome
Ber. My Lord, I neither can nor will deny,
But that I know them, do they charge me further?

Dia. VVhy do you look to ſtrange upon your wife?

Ber. ſhe's none of mine, my Lord.

Dia. If you ſhall marry

You give away this hand, and that is mine:
You give away heavens vows, and thofe are mine:
You give away my ſelf, which is known mine:
For I by vow am ſo embodied yours,
That ſhe which marries you, muſt marry me,
Either both or none.

Laf. Your reputation comes too ſhort for my daughte
you are no husband for her.

Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
VVhom fometime I have Laugh'd with: Let your Highneſt
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour,
Than for to think that I would ſink it here.

Kin. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friends
Till your deeds gain them fairer: prove your honour,
Then in my thought it lies.

Dian. Good my Lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he do's think
He had not my virginity.

Kaj

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Kin. What haft thou to her ?

Ber. She's impudent, my Lord,

And was a common gamester to the Camp.

Dial. He do's me wrong, my Lord: if I were so,
He might have won'd me at a common price.
Do not believe him. O behold this Ring,
Whole high respect and rich validity
Did lack a parallel: yet for all that
He gave it to a Commoner a'th' Camp
If I be one.

Old La. He blushes, and 'tis hit:
Of fix preceding Ancestors, that Jem
Confer'd by testament to th' frequent iffue
Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife,
That Ring's a thoufand proofs.

King. Me thought you faid

You faw one here in Court could witneſs it.

Dial. I did, my Lord, but loath am to produce

So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles.

Loſ. I faw the man to day, if man he be.

Kin. Find him, and bring him hither.

Rof. What of him?

He's quoted for a moſt perfidious ſlave
With all the spots a'th' world, taxt and deboifh'd,
Whofe nature fickens : but to ſpeak a truth,
Am I, or that or this, for what he'll utter,
That will ſpeak any thing?

Kin. She hath that Ring of yours.

Rof. I think ſhe has; certain it is I lik'd her,

And boorded his i'th' wanton way of youth :

She knew her diſtance, and did angle of me,

Madding my eagerness with her reſtraint,
As all impediments in fancies course

Are motives of more fancy, and in fine,
Her inſuit coming with her modern grace,
Subdu'd me to her rate, ſhe got the Ring,
And I had that which any interior might

At Market price have bought.

Dial. I muſt be pa ient:

You that have turn'd off a firſt ſo noble wife,

May juſtly diet me. I pray you yet,

(Since you lacke virtue, I will lobe a husband)

Send for your Ring, I will return it home,

And give me mine again.

Rof. I have it not.

King. What Ring was yours, I pray you?

Dian. Sir, much like the fame upon your finger:

Kin. Know you this Ring, this Ring was his of late.

Dial. And this was it I gave him, being a bed.

King. The ſtory then goes falſe, you threw it him
Out of a Caſement.

Dial. I have ſpoke the truth.

Enter Parolles.

Rof. My Lord, I do confefs the Ring was ners.

Kin. You boggle ſhrewdly, every feather starts you :

Is this the man you ſpeak of?

Dial. I, my Lord.

Kin. Tell me, firrah, but tell me true I charge you,
Not fearing the diſpleasure of your Maſter :
(Which on your juſt proceeding, I'll keep off.)

By him, and by this woman here, what know you ?

Par. So pleafe your Majefly, my Maſter hath been an
honourable Gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him,
which Gentlemen have.

Kin. Come, come, to th' purpose; Did he love this
woman ?

Par. Faith fir, he did love her, but how !

Kin. How I pray you?

Par. He did love her, fir, as a Gent. loves a Woman.

Kin. How is that ?

Par. He lov'd her fir, and lov'd her not.

Kin. As thou art a Knave and no Knave, what an
equivocal Companion is this ?

Par. I am a poor man, and at your Majeflies com-
mand.

Laf. He't a good drum, my Lord, but a naughty Ora-
tour.

Dial. Do you know he promi'd me marriage?

Par. Faith, I know more than I ſpeak.

Kin. But wilt thou not ſpeak all thou know'ſt ?

Par. Yes, ſo pleafe your Majefly : I did go between
them, as I faid; but more than that, he loved her : for
indeed he was mad for her, and talkt of Sathan, and
of Limbo : and of Furies, and I know not what : yet
I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew
of their going to bed, and of other motions, as p e-
mifing her marriage, and things that would derive me ill
well to ſpeak of; therefore I will not ſpeak what I
know.

Kin. Thou haſt ſpoken all already, unleſs thou canſt
ſay they are married; but thou art too fine in thy evi-
dence; Therefore ſtand a ſide. This Ring you ſay was
yours.

Dial. I, my good Lord.

Kin. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you ?

Dial. It was not given me, nor did not buy it.

Kin. Who lent it you ?

Dial. It was not lent me neither.

Kin. Where did you find it then ?

Dial. I found it not.

Kin. If it were yours by none of all the ſe ways,
How could you give it him ?

Dial. I never gave it him.

Laf. This woman's an eafy glove, my Lord, ſhe goes off
and on at pleafure.

Kin. This Ring was mine, I gave it his firſt wife.

Dial. It might be yours, or hers, for ought I know.

Kin. Take her away, I do not like her now.

To prifon with her : and away with him,
Unleſs thou tell't me where thou hadit this Ring,
Thou dieſt within this hour.

Dial. I'le never tell you.

Kin. Take her away.

Dial. I le put in bail my Liege.

Kin. I think thee now ſome common Custome.

Dial. By Jove if ever I knew man, 'twas you.

Kin. Wherefore haſt thou accuſ'd him all this while?

Dial. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty ;
He knows I am no Maid, and he'll ſwear to't ;

I'le ſwear I am a Maid, and he knows not.

Great King, I am no ſtrumpet, by my life,
I am either Maid, or else this old mans wife.

Kin. She do's abuse our ears, to prifon with her.

Dial. Good mother fetch my bayl. Stay, Royal fir,
The Jeweller that owes the Ring is ſent for,
And he ſhall ſurety me. But for this Lord,
Who hath abus'd me as he knows himſelf,
Tho yet he never heard me, here I quit him.
He knows himſelf my bed he hath deſi'd,
And at that time he got his wife with child ;
Dead the ſhe be, the ſeels her young one kick :
So there's my riddle, one that's dead is quick,
And now behold the meaning.

Enter Hellen and Widow.

Kin. Is there no exorcift

Beguiles the true Officer of mine eyes?

Is't real that I fee ?

Hel. No, my good Lord,

'Tis but the shadow of a Wife you ſee,

The name, and not the thing.

Rof. Both, both, O pardon.

Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this Maid,
I found you wondrous kind, there is your R ing
And look you, here's your Letter : this it ſays,
VWhen from my finger you can get this Ring,

And is by me with child, &c. This is done,

VWill you be mine, now you are doubly won ?

Rof.

Twelfth-night, Or what you will.

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So long as I could fee.

Vio. For laying so, there's Gold :

Mine own escape anfoldeth to my hope,

Whereeto thy speech ferves for authority

The like of him. Know'st thou this Countrey ?

Cap. I, Madam, well, for I was bred and born

Not three hours travel from this very place

Vio. Who governs here ?

Cap. A Noble Duke in nature, as in name.

Vio. What is his name ?

Cap. Orsino.

Vio. Orsino ! I have heard my Father name him.

He was a Batchellor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late :

For but a month ago I went from hence,

And then it was fresh in murmur (as you know)

What great ones do, the lees will prattle of )

That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's he ?

Cap. A virtuous Maid, the daughter of a Count,
That did some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly after did : for whole dear love
(They say) he had abjur'd the fight
And company of men.

Vio. O that I served that Lady,
And might not be delivered to the world
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow
What my estate is.

Cap. That were hard to compa's,

Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No not the Dukes.

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;

And that nature, with a beauteous wall

Doth oft cloſe in pollution ; yet of thee,

I will believe, thou haſt a mind that ſuits

With this thy fair and outward Charaſter.

I prethee ( and I'll pay thee bounteously )

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid.

For such disſuile as haply ſhall become

The form of my intent. I'll ſerve this Duke,

Thou ſhalt preſent me as an Eunuch to him,

It may be worth thy pains : for I can ſing,

And speak to him in many forts of Mufick,

That will allow me very worth his ſervice.

What else may hap, to time I will commit,

Only shape thou thy ſilence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Pfe be,
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not fee.

Vio. I thank thee : Lead me on

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. What a plague means my Neece to take the
death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to
life.

Mar. By my troth, fir *Toby*, you muſt come in earlier
a nights : your Couſin, my Lady, takes great exceptions
to your ill hours.

To. VVhy let her except, before excepted.

Mar. I, but you muſt confine your ſelf within the mo-
deſt limits of order.

To. Conſine ? I'll confine my ſelf no finer than I am;
theſe clothes are good enough to drink in, and to be theſe
boots too : and they be not, let them hang themſelves in
their own straps.

Mr. That quaffing and drinking will undo you I
heard my Lady talk of it yefter-day, and of a ſoſilof

knight that you brought in one night here, to be her wooet?

To. VVho, Sir *Andrew Ague-cheek* ?

Ma. I he.

To. He's as tall a man as any's in *Ilyria*.

Ma. VVhat's that to th' purpofe ?

To. VVhy he has three thouſand Ducats a year.

Ma. I, but he'll have but a year in all theſe Ducats :
He's a very fool, and a prodigal.

To. Fie, that you'll lay fo : he plays o'th Viol-de-gam-
boys, and speaks three or four Languages word for word
without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.

Mar. He hath indeed, almost natural : for beſides that
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and but that he hath
the gift of a Coward, to allay the guff he hath in quarrel-
ing, his thought among the prudent, he would quickly have
the gift of a grave.

Tob. By this hand they are ſcoundrels and ſubſtraſtors
that lay fo of him: VVho are they ?

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in
your company.

To. VVith drinking healths to my Neece : I'll drink to
her as long as there is a paſſage in my throat, and drinkin
*Ilyria* : he's a Coward and a Coyſtril that will not drink
to my Neece, till his brains turn o'th' toe, like a parifih top.
VVhat wench ? *Caſſiliano vulgo* ; for here comes Sir *Andrew*
*Ague-face*.

Enter Sir Andrew.

And. Sir *Toby Belch*. How now Sir *Toby Belch*?

To. Sweer Sir *Andrew*.

And. Bleſs you fair Shrew.

Mar. And you too fir.

Tob. Accoſt, Sir *Andrew*, accoſt.

And. VVhat's that ?

To. My Neece's Chamber-maid.

An. Good Miftris accoſt, I deſire better acquaintance.

Ma. My name is *Mary fir*.

And. Good Miftris *Mary*, accoſt.

To. You miſtake Knight: Accoſt is, front her, boord
her, wooe her, affaile her.

And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
company. Is that the meaning of Accoſt ?

Mar. Fare you well Gentlemen.

To. And thou let her part fo, Sir *Andrew*, would you
mightſt never draw ſword agen :

And. And you part fo Miftris, I would I might never
draw ſword agen. Fair Lady, do you think you have fools
in hand ?

Ma. Sir, I have not you by th' hand.

And. Marry but you ſhall have, and here's my hand.

Mar. Now fir, thought is free : I pray you bring your
hand to th' Buttery bar, and let it drink.

An. VVherefore (Iweet heart ? ) what's your Meta-
phor ?

Mar. It's dry fir.

An. VVhy I think fo : I am not ſuch an aſs, but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jeſt ?

Ma. A dry jeſt, fir.

And. Are you full of them ?

Ma. I ſa, I have them at my ſinger ends : marry now
I let go your hand, I am barren.

Exit Maria.

Tob. O knight, thou lack't a cup of Canary : when did
I fee thee fo put down ?

And. Never in your life, I think, unleſs you fee Cana-
ry put down: me thinks ſomerimes I have no more wit
than a Chriſtian, or an ordinary man has ; but I am a
great eater of Beef, and I believe that do's harm to my
wit.

To. No queſtion.

An. And I thought that, I'd forſwear it. I'd ride home
to morrow, fir *Toby*.

To. Pur-quoy, my dear knight ?

An.

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An. What is pur quoy ? Do, or not do ? I would I had beftowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fening, dancing, and bear-baiting : O had I but followed the Arts.

To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.

An. VVhy, would that have mended my hair ?

To. Past queftion, for thou feet it will not cool my

An. But it becomes me well enough, doft not ? Nature.

To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff : and I hope to fee a houſwife take thee between her legs, and pin it off.

An. Faith Ile home to morrow, fir Toby, your Niece will not be feen, or if ſhe be, it's four to one, ſhe'll none of me : the Count himselfe here hard by, wooes her.

To. She'll none o'th Count, ſhe'll not match above her degree, neither in eſtate, years, nor wit; I have heard her ſwear. Tut, there's life in't man.

An. Ile stay a month longer. I am a fellow o'th ſtrangeft mind; the world : I delight in Masks and Revels ſometime altogether.

To. Art thou good at theſe kick-flaws, Knight ?

And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters, and yet I will not compare with an old man.

To. VVhat is thy excellence in a galliard, knight ?

And. Faith, I can cut a caper.

To. And I can cut the Mutton to't.

And. And I think I have the back-trick, ſimply as Itrong as any man in Illyria.

To. VVherefore are theſe things hid ? wherefore have theſe gifts a Curtain before 'em ? are they like to take duſt, like Miftris Mals picture ? why doſt thou not go to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto ? My very walk ſhould be a Jig ! I would not ſo much as make water but in a Sink-a-pace ; VVhat doſt thou mean ? Is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think by the excellent conſtitution of thy leg, it was form'd under the ſtar of a Galliard ;

And. I'tis ſtrong, and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd Rocken. Shall we fit about ſome Revels ?

To. What ſhall we do else: were we not born under Taurus ?

And. Taurus ? That's fides and heart.

To. No fir, it is legs and thighs : let me fee thee caper. Ha, higher : ha, ha, excellent.

Vio. Sure, my Noble Lord,

If ſhe be ſo abandon'd to her forrow

As it is ſpoke, ſhe never will admit me.

Du. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,

Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say I do ſpeak with her (my Lord) what then ?

Duk. O then, unfold the paffion of my love,

Surprize her with diſcourſe of my dear faith ;

It ſhall become thee well to aſt my woes ;

She will attend it better in thy youth,

Than in a Nuncio's of more grave alpeſt.

Vio. I think not ſo, my Lord.

Duk. Dear Lad, believe it ;

For they ſhall yet be-ly thy happy years,

That ſay thou art a man: Dianas lip

Is not more ſmooth, and rubious ; thy ſmall pipe

Is as the Maidens Organ, ſhfill, and found,

And all is ſemblative a womans part.

I know thy conſtellation is right apt

For this affair: ſome four or five attend him,

All if you will ; for my ſelf am beſt

When leaſt in company, ſproſer well in this,

And thou ſhalt live as freely as thy Lord,

To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my beſt

To woo your Lady ; yet a barful brife,

Who e're I woo, my ſelf would be his wife.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Valentine, and Viola, in mans attire.

Val. If the Duke continue theſe favours towards you Cefario, you are like to be much advanc'd, he hath known you but three days, and already you are no ſtanger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in queſtion the continuance of his love: Is he in conſont fir, in his favours ?

Val. No believe me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and attendants.

Vio. I thank you : here comes the Count.

Duke. Who ſaw Cefario, hoa ?

Vio. On your attendants, my Lord, here.

Du. Stand you a while aloof. Cefario, Thou knowſt no leſs, but all : I have unclaud'd To thee the Book even of my ſecreſt foul.

Therefore good youth, addreſs thy gate unto her, Be not demi'd acceſſ, ſtand at her doors;

And tell them, there thy fixed foot ſhall grow Till thou have audience.

## Scena Quinta.

Enter Maria, and Clown.

Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou haſt been, or I will not open my lips ſo wide as a brilſe may enter in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang thee for thy abſence.

Clo. Let her hang me ; he that is well hang'd in this world, needs fear no colours.

Ma. Make that good.

Clo. He ſhall fee none to fear.

Mar. A good Lenton anſwer ; I can tell thee where that ſaying was born, of I fear no colours.

Clo. Where good Miftrufs Mary ?

Mar. In the wars, and that may you be bold to ſay in your foolery.

Clo. VVell, God give them wifdom that have it; and that ſo that are fools, let them uſe their talents.

Mar. Yet you will be hang'd for being ſo long ablen, or be turn'd away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clo. Many a good hanging, prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let himmer bear it out.

Mar. You are refolute then ?

Clo. Not ſo neither, but I am refolv'd on two points.

Mar. That if one break, the other will hold ; or if both break, your gaskings fall.

Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well, go thy way, Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty as a piece of Eyes fleſh, as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace you rogue, no more o' that: here comes my Lady : make your excufe wifely, you were beſt.

Enter Lady Oliva, with Malvolio.

Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling; that ſo wits that think they have thee, do very oft provok'd fools : and I that am ſure I lack thee, may paſs for a wifel man. For what ſays Quinapalus, Better a witty fool, than a fooliſh wit. God bleſſe thee, Lady.

Ol. Take the fool away.

Clo. Do you not hear ſellers, take away the Lady.

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Ol. Go to, y'are a dry fool : I'le no more of you, be-
fides you grow diſhonest.

Clo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counſel
will amend : for give the dry fool drink, theu is the fool
not dry : bid the diſhonest man mend himſelf, if he mend,
he is no longer diſhonest; if he cannot, let the Botcher
mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd : vir-
tue that tranſgrefſes, is but patcht with fin, and fin that
amends, is but patcht with virtue. If that this ſimple
Sillogitme will ſerve, ſo; if it will not, what remedy ?
As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, ſo beauty's a
flower ; The Lady bad take away the fool, therefore I ſay
again, take her away.

Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you.

Clo. Milprison in the highest degree. Lady, Cncul-
lus non facit monschum : that's as much to ſay, as I
were not motley in my brain : good Madona, give me
leave to prove you a fool.

Ol. Can you do it?

Clo. Dextrouſely, good Madona.

Ol. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechize you for it, Madona, Good my
Mouſe of virtue anſwer.

Ol. Well fir, for want of other idlenels, I'le bid
your proof.

Clo. Good Madona, why mourn'ſt thou ?

Ol. Good fool, for my brothers death.

Clo. I think his foul is in hell, Madona.

Ol. I know his foul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool you (Madona) to mourn for your
Brothers foul, being in heaven, Take away the fool, Gent-
lemen.

Ol. What think you of this fool, Malvolio, doth he
not mend ?

Mal. Yes, and ſhall do, till the pangs of death ſhake
him. Inſirmity that decays the wife, doth ever make the
better fool.

Clo. God ſend you, fir, a ſpeedy Inſirmity, for the
better increasing your ſolly : Sir Toby will be ſworn that
I am no Fox, but he will not paſſ his word for two pence
that you are no tool.

Ol. How ſay you to that Malvolio ?

Mal. I marvel your Ladiship takes delight in ſuch a
barren raſcal; I ſaw him put down the other day, with
an ordinary fool, that has no more brains than a ſtone.
Look you now, he's out of his guard already : unleſſ you
laugh and minifter occasion to him, he is gag'd. I Protec't
I take theſe Wile men, that crow ſo at theſe ſet kind of
fools, no better than the ſools Zanies.

Ol. O you are ſick of ſelf-love, Malvolio, and taſte
with a diſtemper'd appetite. To be generous, guilſtles,
and of free diſpoſition, is to take thole things for Bird-
bolts, that you deem Cannon bullets: There is no ſlander
in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor
no railing in a known diſcreet man, though he do no-
thing but reprove.

Clo. Now Mercury induceth thee with leaſing, for thou
ſpeak't well of fools.

Enter Marria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young Gentle-
man, much deſires to ſpeak with you.

Ol. From the Count Orſino, is it ?

Ma. I know not (Madam) *tis a fair young man, and
well attended.

Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay ?

Ma. Sir Toby, Madam, your kinfman.

Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he ſpeaks nothing but
madman : Fie on him. Go you, Malvolio ; if it be a ſuit
from the Count, I am ſick, or not at home. What you
will, to diſmils it.

Exit Malvo.

Now you ſee, fir, how your fooling grows old, and peo-
ple diſlike it.

Clo. Thou haſt ſpoke for us (Madona) as if thy eldest
ſon should be a ſool: whole ſcul, Jove cram with
brains, for here he comes.

One of thy kin has a moſt weak Pia mater.

Ol. By mine honour half drunk. What is he at the
gate, Couſin ?

To. A Gentleman.

Ol. A Gentleman ? What Gentleman ?

To. 'Tis a Gentleman here. A plague o'theſe pickle
Herring: How now Sot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby.

Ol. Couſin, Couſin, how have you come to early by
this Lethargy ?

Tob. Letchery, I defie Letchery : there's one at the
gate.

Ol. I marry, what is he ?

To. Let him be the devil and he will, I care not : give
me faith, ſay I, Well, it's all one.

Ol. What's a drunken man like, ſool ?

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a ſool, and a mad man :
One draught above heat makes him a ſool, the ſecond
mads him, and a third drowns him.

Ol. Go thou and ſeek the Crowner, and let him fit o'
my Coz : for he's in the third degree of drink : he's
drown'd : go look after him.

Clo. He is but mad yet, Madona, and the ſool ſhall
look to the mad man.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow ſwears he will
ſpeak with you. I told him you were ſick, he takes on him
to underſand ſo much, and therefore comes to ſpeak with
you. I told him you were ſleep, he ſeems to have a fore-
knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to ſpeak with
you. What is to be faid to him ? Lady, he's ſonſtified a-
gainſt any denial,

Ol. Tell him, he shall not ſpeak with me.

Mal. Ha's been told to : and he ſays he'l ſtand at
your door like a ſheriff's poſt, and be the ſupporter to a
bench, but he'l ſpeak with you.

Ol. What kind o' man is he ?

Mal. Why, of man-kind.

Ol. What manner of man?

Mal. Of very ill manners : he'l ſpeak with you, will
you or no.

Ol. Of what perſonage and years is he ?

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough
for a boy : as a ſquafh is before 'tis a peſcod, or a Codling
when 'tis almoſt an Apple: 'Tis with him in standing
water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour'd
and he ſpeaks very ſhrewiſhly: One would think his
mothers milk were ſcarce out of him.

Old. Let him approach : Call in my Gentlewoman.

Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calls.

Exit.

Enter Maria.

Ol. Give me my vail: come throw it o're my face,
We'll once more hear Orſino's Embaffle:

Enter Viola.

Vio. The honourable Lady of the houſe, which is the ?

Ol. Speak to me, I ſhall anſwer for her : your will?

Vi. Moſt radiant, Exquisite, and unmatchable beau-
ty, I pray you tell me if this be the Lady of the houſe,
for I never ſaw her. I would be loath to caſt away my
ſpeech : for besides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have
taken great pains to con it. Good Beauties, let me ſuſtain
no ſcorn; I am very comptible, even to the leaſt ſinifter
uſage.

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Ol. Whence came you, fir ?

Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me most affurrancc, if you be the Lady of the house, that I may proceed in speech.

Ol. Are you a Comedian ?

Vio. No my profound heart; and yet (by the very phangs of malice, I fwear) I am not that I play. Are you the Lady of the house ?

Ol. If I do not urp my felf, I am.

Vio. Moft certain, if you are ſhe, you do urp your ſelf; for what is yours to beſtow, is not yours to reſerve. But this is from my Commiffion; I will on with my Speech in your praeſe, and then ſhew you the heart of my meſtage.

Ol. Come to what is important in't: I forgiue you the praeſe.

Vio. Alas, I took great pains to ſtudy it, and 'tis Poeticall.

Ol. It is the more like to be feigned. I pray you keep it in. I heard you were fawcy at my gates; and allow'd your approach rather to wonder at you, than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reaſon, be brief: 'tis not that time of Moon with me, to make one in to skipping a Dialogue.

Ma. Will you hoift Sail, fir, here lies your way.

Vio. No good Swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some molliſation for your Giant, (sweet Lady: tell me your mind, I am a meſſenger.

Vio. Sure you have ſome hideous matter to deliver, when the curſe of it is ſo ſeafull. Speak your office.

Vio. It alone concerns your ear: I bring no overture of War, no Taxations of Homage; I hold the Oliff in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter.

Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you ?

What would you ?

Vio. The rudenſa that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as ſecret as a Maiden-head: to your ears, Divinity, to any others, prophanation.

Ol. Give us the place alone.

We will hear this Divinity. Now fir, what is your Text ?

Vio. Moſt sweet Lady.

Ol. A comfortable Doſtrine, and much may be ſaid of it. Where lies your Text ?

Vio. In Orſino's boſome.

Ol. In his boſome ? In what Chapter of his Boſome ?

Vio. To anſwer by the method, in the firſt of his Heart.

Ol. O, I have read it; it is Hereſie. Have you no more to ſay ?

Vio. Good Madam, let me fee your face.

Ol. Have you any Commiffion from your Lord, to negotiate with my Face ? you are now out of your Text: but we will draw the Curtain, and ſhow you the Picture. Look you, fir, ſuch a one I was this preſent: Is't not well done ?

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.

Ol. 'Tis in grain, fir, 'twill endure Wind and Weather.

Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whoſe red and white,

Natures own sweet, and cunning hand laid on:

Lady, you are the cruell't ſhe alive,
If you will lead thefe Graces to the Grave,

And leave the World no Copy.

Ol. O fir, I will not be ſo hard-hearted: I will give out divers ſedules of my beauty. It ſhall be Inventoried, and every particle and utenſil labell'd to my will: As, Item, two Lips indifferent red. Item, two gray Eyes, with lids to them: Item, one Neck, one Chin, and ſo forth. Were you ſent hither to praeſe me?

Vio. I fee you what you are, you are too proud:
But if you were the Devil, you are fair:

My Lord and Maſter loves you: O ſuch love

Could be but recompenc'd, tho you were crown'd

The non-paril of beauty.

Ol. How does he love me?

Vio. With Adorations, ſertil. Tears,

With Groans that thunder Love, with Sighs of Fire.

Ol. Your Lord do's know my mind, I cannot love him.
Yet I ſuppofe him vertuouſ, know him noble,
Of great Eſtate, of freth and ſtainſels Youth;
In voices well divulg'd, Free, Earend and Valiant,
And in dimenſion, and ſhape of nature,

A gracious perſon. But yet I cannot love him:

He might have took his anſwer long ago.

Vio. If I did love you in my Maſters ſlame,

With ſuch a ſuffering, ſuch a deadly life:

In your denial, I would find no ſence,
I would not underſand it.

Ol. Why, what would you do?

Vio. Make me a willow Cabin at your gate,

And call upon my Soul within the hoſſe,

Write loyal Cantons of contemned love,

And ſing them loud even in the dread of night:

Hollow your name to reverberate Hills,

And make the babling Goffip of the Air,

Cry out, Oliver: O you should not reſt

Between the Elements of Air and Earth,

But you should pity me.

Ol. You might do much:

What is your Parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my ſtate is well:
I am a Gentleman.

Ol. Get you to your Lord:

I cannot love him: let him ſend no more,

Unleſs (perchance) you come to me again,

To tell me how he takes it; Fare you well:

I thank you for your pains: I ſpend this for me.

Vio. I am no feed-poff, Lady; keep you purſe,

My Maſter, not my ſelf, lacks recompence,

Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love,

And let your fervour like my Maſters be,

Plac'd in contempt: Farwel fair cru. lty.

Ol. What is your Parentage?

I am a Gentleman. I ple be ſworn thou art,

Thy Tongue, thy Face, thy Limb, Actions, and Spirit,

Do give thee five-fold blazon; not too faſt: ſoft, faſt,

Unleſs the Maſter were the man. How now?

Even ſo quickly may one catch the Plague?

Methinks I feel your Youth's perſections,

With an inviſible and ſubſit ſtealth

To creep in at mine Eyes, Well, let it be.

What hoa, Malvolio.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. Here Madam, at your ſervice.

Ol. Run after that fame peeviſh Meſſenger,
The Counts man; he left this Ring behind him,
Would I, or not: tell him, I ple none of it.

Defire him not to flatter with his Lord,

Nor hold him up with hopes, I am not for him:

If that the Youth will come this way to morrow,

I ple give him reaſon for't by thee, Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, I will.

Ol. I do, I know not what, and fear to find

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind:

Fate, ſhew thy force, our ſelves we do not owe;

What is decreed, muſt be; and be this for—

Finis: Actus p[ro]prius.

Exi.

Affa.

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Antonio and Sebaftian.

An. Will you fly no longer ? nor will you not that I
go with you ?

Seb. By your patience, no: my Stars shine darkly over
me; the malignancy of my fate, might perhaps diftemper
yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I
may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompence for
your love, to lay any of them on you.

An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.

Seb. No footh, fir, my determinate Voyage is meer
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch
of modelly, that you will not extort from me, what I am
willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners,
the rather to express my self: you muft know of me then,
Antonio, my name is Sebaſtian (which I call'd Rodrigo)
my Father was that Sebaſtian of Messaline, whom I know
you have heard of. He left behind him, my self, and a
Sifter, both born in one hour; if the Heavens had been
pleas'd, would we have fo ended. But you fir, alter'd
that, for some hours before you took me from the breach
of the Sea, was my Sifter drown'd.

An. Alas the day !

Seb. A Lady fir, tho it was faid the much reembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but tho I could
not with fuch eftimable wonder over-far believe that, yet
thus far I will boldly publish her, the bore a mind that
envy could not but call fair: She is drown'd already, fir,
with falt water, tho I feem to drown her remembrance a-
gain with more.

An. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment.

Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

An. If you will not murther me for my love, let me be your Servant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him, whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare
ye well at once, my Bosom is full of kindneſs, and I am
yet to near the manners of my Mother, that upon the leaſt
occasion more, mine Eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound
to the Count Orfino's Court, farwel.
Exit.

An. The gentleneſs of the gods go with thee:
I have made Enemies in Orfino's Court,
Elſe would I very ſhortly ſee thee there:
But come what may, I do adore thee to,
That danger ſhall seeme ſport, and I will go.
Exit.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Viola, and Malvolio, at several Doors.

Mal. Were not you ev'n now, with the Countefs Olivia?

Vio. Even now fir, on a moderate pace, I have ſince
arriv'd but hither.

Mal. She returns this Ring to you (fir) you might
have fav'd me my pains, to have taken it away your
ſelf. She adds moreover, that you ſhould put your Lord
in a deſperate affurance, ſhe will none of him. And one
thing more, that you be never ſo hardy to come again in
his affairs, unleſs it be to report your Lords taking of
this: receive it to.

Vio. She took the Ring of me, I'le none of it.

Mal. Come, fir, you peevishly threw it to her, and
her will is, it ſhould be for return'd; if it be worth ſtoop-

ing for, there it lies in your Eye; if not, be it his that
finds it.
Exit.

Vio. I left no Ring with her; what means this Lady ?
Fortune forbid my out-fide have not charm'd her:

She made good view of me, indeed ſo much,
That ſure me thought her Eyes had loft her Tongue,
For the did ſpeak in ſtarts diſtractedly:

She loves me ſure, the cunning of her paffion

Invites me in this churlifh meſſenger :

None of my Lords Ring? Why, he ſent her none?

I am the man, if it be ſo as 'tis,

Poor Lady, ſhe were better love a dream :

Difguife, I ſee thou art a wickedneſs,

Wherein the pregnant Enemy does much.

How caſie is it, for the proper ſalſe

In Womens waxen hearts to fet their forms :

Alas, our frailty is the caufe, not we,

For ſuch as we are made, if ſuch we be :

How will this fadg? My Maſter loves her clearly,

And I (poor monster) ſond as much on him :

And ſhe (miftaken) ſeems to dote on me :

What will become of this ? As I am a man,

My ſlate is deſperate for my maſters love ;

As I am Woman (now alas the day)

What thriſtleſs ſighs (fall poor Olivia) breathe?

O time, thou muſt intangle this, not I,

It is too hard a knot for me t'unty.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to be a bed after
midnight, is to be up betimes, and Dilocula ſurgere, thou
know'rt.

And. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to
be up late, is to be up late.

To. A ſalſe conclusion: I hate it as an unfill'd Can; to
be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early: ſo
that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes.
Does not our lives confit of the four Elements?

An. Faith ſo they ſay, but I think it rather confiſts of
eating and drinking.

To. Th'art a ſcholar, let us therefore eat and drink,
Marian I ſay, a ſtoop of wine.

Enter Clown.

An. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now my hearts: did you never ſee the Pi-
ature of we three ?

To. Welcome aſs, now let's have a catch.

And. By my troth the fool has an excellent breaſt. I
had rather than forty ſhillings I had ſuch a leg, and ſo
ſweet a Breath to Sing, as the ſool has. Inſooth thou walt
in very gracious fooling laſt Night, when thou ſpok't of
Pigrogromitts, of the Vapians paffing the Equinoctial of
Quenbus; 'twas very good i'faith: I ſent thee ſix pence for
thy Lemon, had it it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's Noſe
is no Whip-stock. My Lady has a white hand, and the
Mermidons are no Bottle-Ale-houſes.

An. Excellent: Why this is the brſt fooling, when all
is done. Now a Song.

To. Come on, there is ſix pence for you. Let's have a
Song.

An. There's a teftril of me too; if one Knight give a—

Clo. Would you have a Love-long, or a Song of good
life?

To. A Love-long, a Love-long.

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An. I, I, I care not for good life.

Clown fings.

O Miftris mine, where are you coming?
O Bay and hear, your true Loves coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in Lovers meeting.
Every wife mans fon doth know.

An. Excellent good, i'faith.

To. Good, good.

Clo. What is love, is not hereafter,
Prefent mirth, habb present laughter:
What's to come, is still unfure,
In delay there lyes no plenty,
Then come kifis me sweet and twenty:
Youth's a fluff will not endure.

An. A mellifluous voice, as I am true Knight.

To. A contagious breath.

An. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

To. To hear by the Nofe, it is dulcet in contagion,
But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed ? shall we
roufe the night-Owl in a Catch, that will draw three fouls
out of one Weaver ? Shall we do that ?

An. And you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a Catch.

Clo. Byrlady fir, and fome dogs will catch well.

An. Moft certain : Let our Catch be, *Thou Knave.*

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knave knight. I fliall be con-
frain'd in't, to call thee Knave, Knight.

An. 'Tis not the first time I have confrained one to call
me knave. Begin fool: it begins, *Hold thy peace.*

Clo. Shall I never begin if I hold my peace.

An. Good i'faith: Come begin.

Catch fing.

Enter Maria.

Mar. What a catterwalling do you keep here ? If my
Lady have not call'd up her Steward, Malvolio, and bid
him turn you out of doors, never truſt me.

To. To My Lady's a *Catayan*, we are politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-ramy, and Three merry men be we. Am not I confanguinous? Am not I of her blood: tilly vally, Lady? There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.

Clo. Behfrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

An. I, he does well enough if he be diſpos'd, and to do
I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more
natural.

To. O twelfth day of December.

Mar. For the love o' God peace.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. My Maſters are you mad? Or what are you?
Have you no wits, manners, nor honefly, but to gable like
Tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an Alehouſe
of my Ladies houſe, that ye ſqueak out your Coziers
Catches without any mitigation or remorſe of voice? Is
there no reſpect of place, perſons, nor time in you?

To. We did keep time fir in our Catches. Sneck up.

Mal. Sir *Toby*, I muſt be round with you. My Lady,
bad me tell you, that the harbours you as her kinfman,
the's nothing ally'd to your diſorders. If you can ſeparate
your ſelf and your miſdeanneurs, you are welcome to the
houſe: if not, and it would plearſe you to take leave of her,
the is very willing to bid you farewel.

To. Farewell dear heart, ſince I muſt needs be gone.

Mar. Nay, good Sir *Toby*.

Clo. His eyes do ſhow his days are almoſt done.

Mal. Is't even to?

To. But I will never dye.

Clo. Sir *Toby*, there you lye.

Mal. This is much credit to you.

To. Shall I bid him go?

Clo. What and if you do?

To. Shall I bid him go, and ſpare not?

Clo. O no, no, no, you dare not.

To. Out o'tune fir, ye lie: Art any more than a Stern-
ard? Doft thou think becauſe thou art vertuouſ, there
ſhall be no more Cakes and Ale?

Clo. Yes by S. Ann, and Ginger ſhall be hot i'th mouth
too.

To. Th' art i'th right. Go fir, rub your chain with
crums. A toſpe of Wine *Maria*.

Mal. Miftris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies favour at
any thing more than contempt, you would not give meaſ
for this uncivil rule; ſhe ſhall know of it by this hand.

Exit.

Mal. Go shake your ears.

An. I'were as good a deed as to drink when a man
a hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to brea-
promite with him, and make a fool of him.

To. Do't knight, I'le write thee a Challenge: or I'd
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar. Sweet Sir *Toby*, be patient for to night; Since
the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, the is
much out of quiet. For Mounfleur Malvolio, let me alone
with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make
him a common recreation, do not think I have wit e-
nough to lye ſtraight in my bed: I know I can do it.

To. poffes us, poffes us, tell us ſomething of him.

Mar. Marry fir, ſometimes he is a kind of a Puritan.

An. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.

To. What for being a Puritan ? thy exquife reaſon,
dear knight.

An. I have no exquife reaſon for't, but I have reaſon
good enough.

Mar. The Dev'l a Puritan that he is, or any thing con-
stantly but a time-pleaſer, an affection'd Aſs, that Con-
State without book, and utters it by great ſwarths. The
beſt perfwaded of himſelf: to cram'd (as he thinks) with
excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that
look on him, love him: and on that vice in him will my
revenge find notable cauſe to work.

To. What wilt thou do?

Mar. I will drop in his way ſome obſcure Epitaphs of
love, wherein by the colour of his beard, the ſhape of his
leg, the manner of his gate, the expreſſure of his eye,
forehead, and complexion, he ſhall find himſelf moſt fel-
ingly perſonated. I can write very like my Lady you
Neece, on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diſſu-
ſation of our hands.

To. Excellent, I ſmell a device.

An. I hav't in my noſe too.

To. He ſhall think by the Letters that thou wilt drop,
that they come from my Neece, and that the ſhe is in love
with him.

Mar. My purpofe is indeed a horſe of that colour.

An. And your horſe now would make him an Aſſ.

Mar. Aſſ, I doubt not.

An. O'twill be admirabſe.

Mar. Sport royal I warrant you: I know my Phyſick
will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
Fool make a third, where he ſh.ill find the Letter: obſcure
this conſtruction of it: For this, the night to bed, and dream
on the event. Farewel.

Exit.

To. Good night *Penthifilea*.

An. Before me ſhe's a good wench.

To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores me i
what o' that?

An. I was ador'd once too.

To. Let's to bed knight: Thou hadſt need ſend for more
money.

An. If I cannot recover your Neece, I am a foul way out.
To. Send for money knight, if thou haſt her not i'th
end, call me Cut.

An. If I do not, never truſt me, take it how you will.

To

To. Come, come, I'll go burn lome Sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.

Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.

Du. Give me some muſick; Now good morrow friends; Now good Cefario but that piece of Song, That old and Antick Song we heard laſt night ? Me thought it did relieve my paffion much, More then light airs, and recollected terms Of theſe moſt brisk and giddy-pac. d. times. Come, but one verſe.

Cn. He is not here (to please your Lordship) that ſhould ſing it.

Du. Who was it ?

Cur. Feſte the Jeſter my Lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia's Father took much delight in. He is about the houſe.

Du. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.

Muſick plays.

Come hither Boy, if ever thou ſhalt love In the ſweet pangs of it, remember me; For ſuch as I am, all true lovers are, Unſtaid and skittifh in all motions ſelfe, Save in the conſtant image of the creature That is belov'd. How doſt thou like this tune ?

Vio. It gives a very echo to the ſeat Where love is thron'd.

Du. Thou doſt ſpeak maſterly, My life upon't, young the thou art, thine eye Hath ſtand upon ſome favour that it loves: Hath it not boy ?

Vio. A little by your favour,

Du. What kind of woman is't ?

Vio. Of your complexion.

Du. She is not worth thee then. What years *aſima ?
About your years my Lord.

Du. Too old by heaven: Let fill the woman take An elder than her ſelf, ſo wears ſhe to him: So ſways the level in her husbands heart: For boy, however we do praisc our ſelves, Our ſancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, ſooner loft and worn, Than womens are.

Vio. I think it well my Lord.

Du. Then let thy love be younger than thy ſelf, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as Rofes, whole fair flower Being once diplaid, doth fall the very hour.

Vio. And to they are: alas, that they are ſo: To dye, even when they to perſection grow:

Enter Curio, and Clown.

Du. O fellow come, the fong we had laſt night: Mark it Cefario, it is old and plain; The Spinſters and the Knitters in the Sun, And the free maids that weave their thred with bones, Do uſe to chant it: it is filly foot, And dailies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.

Clo. Are you ready Sir ?

Du. I prethee ſing.

Muſick.

The Song.
Come away, come away death,
And in sad cypreſs let me be laid,
Fie away, ſie away breath,

I am flain by a fair cruelt maid.

(pare it.)

My ſhrowd of white, ſlueck all with Ew, O pre-

My part of death no one ſo true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin, let there be firewre:

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corps, where my bones (shall be thrown) :

A thousand and thousand ſigb to save, lay me O where

Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there.

Du. There's for thy pains.

Clo. No pains fir, I take pleafure in ſinging fir.

Du. I'le pay thy pleasure then.

Clo. Truly, fir, and pleasure will be paid one time, or another.

Du. Give me now leave, to leave thee.

Clo. Now the melancholly God proteſt thee, and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy mind is a very Opal. I would have men of ſuch conſtant cy put to Sea, that their buſineſs might be every thing, and their intent every where, for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

Du. Let all the reſt give place : once more Cefario,
Get thee yond fame ſoveraign crueltie :

Tell her my love (more noble than the world)

Prifes not quantity of dirty lands,

The parts that fortune hath beſtow'd upon her,

Tell her I told as giddily as fortune :

But 'tis that miracle, and Queen of Jems

That nature pranks her in, attraſts my ſoul.

Vio. But if ſhe cannot love you fir.

Du. It cannot be ſo anſwer'd.

Vio. Sooth but you muſt.

Say that ſome Lady, as perhaps there is,

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her :

You tell her ſo: Muſt ſhe not then anſwer'd ?

Du. There is no woman's fides

Can abide the beating of ſo ſtrong a paffion,

As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart.

So big, to hold ſo much, they lack retention.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite :

No motion of the Liver, but the Pallat,

That ſuffer ſurſet, cloyment, and revolt ;

But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,

And can digeſt as much, make no compare

Between that love a woman can bear me,

And that Iowe Olivia.

Vio. I but I know.

Du. What doſt thou know ?

Vio. Too well what love women to men 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 I a woman
I should your Lordship.

Du. And what's her hiftory ?

Vio. A blank, my Lord: ſhe never told her love, But let conca'ment like a worm i'th bud

Feed on her damask cheek: ſhe pin'd in thought,

And with a green and yellow melancholly,

She fate like Patience on a Monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ?

We men may ſay more, ſwear more, but indeed

Our ſhews are more than will: for fill we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Du. But dy'd thy ſitter of her love, my boy ?

Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers houſe,
And all the brothers too, and yet I know not:

Sir, ſhall I to this Lady ?

Du. I that's the Theam :

To her in haſte; give her this Jewel: ſay,

My love can give no place, bid no denay.

Exeunt.

Scena

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## Scena Quinta.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Fab. Nay I pie come ; if I love a fr CHAPTER 15 of this sport, let me be boyd to death with Melancholly.

To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly Rascally sheep-biter, come by fome notable fame ?

Fa. I would exult man ; you know he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a Bear-baiting here.

To. To anger him we'll have the Bear again, and we will fool him black and blew, shall we not, Sir Andrew ?

An. And we do not, it is pity of our lives.

Enter Maria.

To. Here comes the little villain : how now my Nettle of India?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree : Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i'th Sun prating behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe him for the love of Mockery : for I know this Letter will make a contemplative Ideot of him. Clofe in the name of jeffing, lye thou there : for here comes the Trowt that must be caught with tickling.

Exit.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me, and I have heard her self come thus near, that should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides she uſes me with a more exalted reſpect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't ?

To. Here's an over-weening rogue.

Fa. Oh peace : Contemplation makes a rare Turkey-Cork of him, how he jents under his advan'd plumes.

And. 'Slight, I could to beat the Rogue.

To. Peace I lay.

Mal. To be Count Malvolio.

To. Ah Rogue.

An. Pistol him, pistol him.

To. Peace, peace.

Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Strachy, married the yeoman of the Wardrobe.

An. Eye on him Jezabel.

Fa. O peace, now he's deeply in: look how imagination blows him.

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state.

To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye.

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd Velvet gown: having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.

To. Fire and Brimstone.

Fa. O peace, peace.

Mal. And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travel of regard: telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs: to ask for my kinfman Toby.

To. Bolts and shackles.

Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now.

Mal. Seven of my people with an obedient flart, make out for him: I frown the while, and perchance wind up my watch, or play with fome rich Jewel: Toby approaches; curries there to me.

To. Shall this fellow live ?

Fa. Tho our silence be drawn from us with cares, yet peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an audiere regard of controul.

To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lip then?

Mal. Saying, Couſin Teby, my fortunes having caſt me on your Neece, give me this prerogative of ſpeech:

To. What, what ?

Mal. You muſt amend your drunkneſſes.

To. Out icab.

Fab. Nay patience, or we break the finews of our plot ?

Mal. Befides you waſt the treaſure of your time, with a foolish Knight.

And. That's me I warrant you :

Mal. One Sir Andrew.

And. I knew it was I, for many do call me fool.

Mal. What employment have we here ?

Fa. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

To. Oh peace, and the ſpirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him.

Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand: theſe be her very C's, her U's, and her T's, and thus makes ſhe her great P's. It is in contempt to question her hand.

And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's; why that ?

Mal. To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wifes: Her very Phraſes : by your leave wax. Soft, and the inpreſsure her Lucrece, with which ſhe uſes to lea'l : 'in my Lady : To whom should this be ?

Fab. This wins him, Liver and all.

Mal. Jove knows I love, but who, Lips do not move, man muſt know w. No man muſt know. What follows ? The numbers alter'd: No man muſt know, If this should be thee, Malvolio?

To. Marry hang thee brock.

Mal. I may command where I adore, but ſilence like a Lucrece's wife,
With boldneſs broke my heart doth gore, M.O. A. I. doth sow my life.

Fa. A Fustian riddle.

To. Excellent Wench, ſay I.

Mal. M. O. A. I. doth ſway my life. Nay but firſt le me fee, let me fee.

Fab. What diſt of poſion has ſhe drest him?

To. And with what wing the ſtallion checks at it?

Mal. I may command, where I adore. Why ſhe may command me: I ſerve her, ſhe is my Lady. Why this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obſtruction in this, and the end; what should that Alphabetical poſition portend, If I could make that reſemblance ſomething to me ? Softly; M. O. A. I.

To. O, I, make up that, he is now at a cold ſent.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, tho it be as na as a Fox.

Mal. M. Malvolio, M. VV.oy that begins my name.

Fab. Did not I lay he would work it out, the Cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M. But then there is no confonancy in the ſequence that ſuffers under probation : A. should follow, but O does.

Fab. And O, shall end, I hope.

To. I, or I'le cudgel him, and make him cry O.

Mal. And then I. comes behind.

Fab. I, and you had any eye behind you, you might fee more detraſtion at your heels, than Fortunes before you.

Mal. M. O. A. I. This ſimulation is not as the former and yet to cruſh this a little, it would how me, for every one of theſe Letters are in my name. Soft, here follows proſe: If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my ſtyle am above thee, but be not afraid of greatneſſ; ſome are become great, ſome atchieve greatneſſ, and ſome, and ſome have greatneſſ put upon them. Thy fates upon their heads, thy blood and [spirit] embrace them, and to insure thy ſel thy blood and [spirit] embrace them, and to ensure thy ſel, to what then art like to be; caſt thy humble ſlғing, and

Twelfe-Night, Or what you will.

To. Tafe your legs, fir, put them to motion.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, fir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me tafe my legs.
To. I mean to go, fir, to enter.
Vio. I will anwier you with gate and entrance, but we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Gentlewoman.

Most excellent accomplish'd Lady, the Heavens rain Odours on you.

And. That youth's a rare Courtier, rain Odours, well.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, Lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

And. Odours, pregnant and vouchsafed: I'le get 'em all three ready.

Ol. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. Give me your hand, fir.

Vio. My duty, Madam, and most humble service.

Ol. What is your name ?

Vio. Cefario is your fervants name, fair Princes.

Ol. My servant, fir ? 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd complement : Y'are fervant to the Count Orfino (youth.)

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours : Your fervants servant is your servant, Madam.

Olivia. For him I think not on him. for his thoughts, Would they were blanks rather than fill'd with me.

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf.

Ol. O by your leave I pray you.

I bad you never speak again of him ;

But would you undertake another suit ?

I had rather hear you to vollicit that,

Than Musick from the Earhears.

Vio. Dear Lady.

Ol. Give me leave, I befeech you: I did send, After the last enchantment you did hear,

A Ring in chafe of you. So did I abuse

My fell, my fervant, and I fear me, you :

Under your hard confruiction must I fit,

To force that on you in a shamefull cunning

Which you knew none of yours. What might you think ?

Have you not let mine honour at the stake,

And baited it with all unmuzled thoughts

That tyrannous heart can think ? to one of your receiving Enough is shewn, a Cipreus, not a bofome,

Hides my poor heart : so let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Ol. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No not a grace: for 'tis a vulgar proof

That very oft we pity enemies.

Ol. Why then methinks ? is time to smile agen ?

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ?

If one should be a prey, how much better.

To fall before the Lion, than the Wolf ;

Clock strikes.

The clock upbraids me with the wafe of time.

Be not afraid good youth, I will not have you :

And yet when wit and youth is come to harveft:

Your wife is like to reap a proper man :

There lies your way, due Weft.

Vio. Then Weftward hoe :

Grace and good dispoition attend your Ladislip;

You'l nothing, Madam, to my Lord, by me :

Ol. Stay : I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me ?

Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.

Ol. If I think so, I think the fame of you.

Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.

Ol. I would you were, as I would have you be.

Vio. Would it be better, Madam, than I am ?

I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

Ol. O what a deal oftcorn, looks beautiful ?

In the contempt and anger of his lip !

A murderous guilt shews not itself moreoon,
Than love that would seeme hid: Loves night is noon.

Cefario, by the Roles of the Spring,

By maid-hood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that maugre all thy pride,

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide :

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause:

But rather reason thus, with reason fetter ;

Love fought, is good ; but given unfought, is better.

Vio. By innocence I wear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bofome, and one truth,

And that no woman has, nor never none

Shall misfrt be of it, Iave I alone.

And so adieu, good Madam, never more,

Will I my Matters teats to you deplore.

Ol. Yet come again: for thou perhaps may't move
That heart, which now abhors to like his love.

Examp.

## Scena Secunda.

And. No faith, I'lenot stay a jot longer.

Tob. Thy reason dear venome, give thy reason.

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.

And. Marry I faw your Neece do more favours to the Counts Serving-man, than ever she beftow'd upon me. I law't i'th' Orchard.

To. Did she fee thee the while, old boy, tell me that?

An. As plain as I fee you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.

And. 'Slight ; will you make an Afs o' me ?

Fab. I prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of judgment, and reason.

To. And they have been grand Jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did shew favour to the youth in your fight,
only to exalperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,
to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liver : you
should then have accoffed her, and with fome excellent
jets (fire-new from the mint) you should have bang'd the
youth into dumbneſs : this was look'd for at your hand,
and this was baulk't: the double gilt of this opportunity
you let time wash off, and you are now fail'd into
the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang
like an llickle on a Dutchmans beard, unless you do redeem
it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour or
policy.

An. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for
Policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownift, as a Politician.

To. Why then build me thy fortunes upon the baſis of
valour? Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him,
hurt him in eleven places, my Neece shall take note of it,
and affure thy fell, there is no love-broker in the world
can more prevail in mens commendation with women, than
report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

An. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him ?

To. Go write it in a martial hand, be curl and brief:
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of
invention: taunt him with the licenſe of Ink: if thou
thou'ft him fome thrice, it ſhall not be amſt, and as many Lies, as will lie in thy ſheet of paper, although the

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Mal. At your request:
Yes, Nightingales anfier Daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldneſs before my Lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatneſs: 'twas well writ.

Ol. What meantſt thou by that Malvolio?

Mal. Some are born great.

Ol. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve greatneſs.

Ol. What ſay'it thou?

Mal. And fome have Greatneſs thruſt upon them.

Ol. Heaven restored thee.

Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow Stockings.

Ol. Thy yellow Stockings?

Mal. with'd to fee thee croſs-garter'd.

Ol. Croſs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defit to be ſo.

Ol. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a Servant full.

Ol. Why this is very Midfummer madneſs.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young Gentleman of the Count Orſino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he tends your Lad ships pleasure.

Ol. Ile come to him.

Good Maria, let this fellow be ſook'd to. Where's my Couſin Toby, let fome of my people have a ſpecial care of him, I would not have him miſcarry for the half of my Dowry.

Exit.

Mal. Oh, ho, do you come near me now? no worle man than Sir Toby to look to me. This concurs directly with the Letter, ſhe tends him on purpofe, that I may appear flubborn to him; for ſhe incites me to that in the Letter. Caſt thy humble flough, fays ſhe; be oppoſite with a Riſcman, furly with Servants, let thy Tongue tang with Arguments of State, put thy ſelf into the trick of lingularity: and conſequently fet down the manner how: as a ſad face, a'reverend carriage, a flow Tongue, in the habit of ſome Sir of note, and to forth. I have limd her, but it is Joves doing, and Jove make me thankful. And when ſhe went away now, let this Fellow be ſook'd to: Fellow, not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but Fellow. Why every thing adheres together, that no dram of a ſeruple; no ſeruple of a ſeruple; no obſtacle; no in credulous or unsafe circumſtance: What can be faid? No- thing that can be, can come between me, and the full preſet of my hopes. Well Jove, not I, is the docor of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

To. Which way is he in the name of fanſity? If all the Devils of Hell be drawn in little, and Legion himſelf potſeft him, yet I'll ſpeak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is: how is't with you firſ? How is't with you man?

Mal. Go off, I diſcard you: let me enjoy my private: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend ſpeaks within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah ha, does ſhe ſo?

To. Go to, go to: peace, peace: we muſt deal gently with him: Let me alone. How do you do, Malvolio? How is't with you? What man, defie the Devil: confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you ſay?

Mar. La you, and you ſpeak ill of the Devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife Woman.

Mar. Marry and it ſhall be done to morrow morning

if I live. My Lady would not loſe him for more than Ile ſay.

Mal. How now Maftris?

Mar. Oh Lord.

To. Preſence hold thy peace, that is not the way: Do you not fee you move him?

Fa. No my gentlenefs, gently, gently: the Fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

To. Why how now my havock? how doſt thou chuck?

Mal. Sir.

To. I biddy, come with me. What man, 'is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him ſoul Collier.

Mar. Get him to ſay his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers Minx.

Mar. No I warrant you, he will not hear of godneſs.

Mal. Go hang your ſelves all: you are idle ſhallow things, I am not of your Element, you ſhall know more hereafter.

To. Is't poffible?

Fab. If this were plaid upon a ſtage now, I could condemn it as an unprofitable ſcription.

To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the doſe man.

Mar. Nay purſue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

Fa. Why we ſhall make him mad indeed.

Mar. The house will be the quieter.

To. Come, we'll have him in a dark Room and bound. My Nece is already in the belief that he's mad: we may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance, till our wry paitime tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercſon him: at which time, we will bring the device to the bus and crown thee for a finder of Madmen: but fee, but fee.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fa. More matter for a May morning.

And. Here's the Challenge, read it: I warrant there Vinegar and Pepper in't.

Fab. Is't ſo fawcy?

And. I, is't? I warrant him: do but read.

To. Give me.

Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a ſeruple.

Fa. Good and valiant.

To. Wonder not, nor admire in thy mind why I do call thee ſo, for I will shew thee no reaſon for't.

Fa. A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the

To. Thou com'st to the Lady Olivia, and in my ſight, I uſe thee kindly; but thou liest in thy throat, that is not my matter I challenge thee for't.

Fa. Very brief, and to exceeding good ſentencles.

To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me.

Fa. Good.

To. Thou kill me like a rogue and a villain.
Fa. Still you keep o'th'windy fide of the Law: good
To. Fare the well, and God have mercſy upon our Soils.

He may have mercſy upon mine, but my hope is better, and I look to thy ſelf. Thy friend as thou uſeſt him, and thy ſurprize enemy, Andrew Ague-check.

To. If this Letter move him not, his Legs cannot: I'll give't him.
Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in ſome commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

To. Go fir Andrew; ſcout me for him at the corner of the Orchard like a bum-Baily: to ſoon as ever thou feeſt him, draw; and as thou draw'ſt, I wear horribly: for it comes to pafs of, that a terrible Oath, with a waggering accent ſharpy twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation.

I welf-Night, Or what you will.

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approbation, than ever proof it self would have earn'd
him. Away.

And. Nay let me alone for fowring.

Exit.

To. Now will not I deliver this Letter : for the behavi-
our of the young Gentleman, gives him out to be of good
capacity, and breeding : his employment between his
Lord and my Neece, confirms no les. Therefore, this
Letter being so excellently ignorant, will breed no ter-
rouer in the youth : he will find that it comes from a
Clodde-pole. But fir , I will deliver his challenge by
word of mouth ; let upon Ague-cheek a notable report of
valour, and drive the Gentleman (as I know his youth will
aptly receive it ) into a moſt hideous opinion of his rege,
skill, fury, and impetuofity. This will fo fright them both,
that they will kill one another by the look, like Cockarri-
ces.

Enter Olivia, and Viola.

F. Here he comes with your Neece, give them away
till he take leave, and prefently after him.

To. I will meditate the while upon ſowe horrid meſ-
fage for a Challenge. Exeunt.

Ol. I have faid too much unto a heart of ſtone,
And laid mine honour too unchary on't :
There's ſomething in me that reproves my fault :
But ſach a head-ftrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. With the fame haviour that your paſſion bears,
Goes on my Maſter's griefs.

Ol. Here, wear this Jewel for me, 'tis my picture :
Refufe it not, it hath no tongue to vex you :
And I beſeech you come again to morrow.

What ſhall you ask of me that I'le deny,
That ( honour fav'd ) may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my Maſter.

Ol. How with mine honour may I give him that,
Which I have given to you ?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Ol. Well, come again to morrow : fare-thee-well
A Fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell. Exit.

Enter Toby and Fabian.

To. Gentleman, God fave thee.

Vic. And you, fir.

To. That defence thou haſt, betake thee to't : of what
nature the wrongs are thou haſt done him , I know not :
but thy intercener full of delſpight, bloody as the Hunter,
attends thee at the Orchard end : diſmunt thy Tuck,
be yare in thy preparation, for thy affaillant is quick, ſkil-
ful, and deadly.

Vio. You miſtake, fir, I am ſure, no man hath any
quarrel to me : my remembrance is very free and clear
from any image of offence done to any man.

To. You'l find it otherwife. I affure you: therefore, if you
hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard : for
your oppoſite hath in him, what youth, ſtrength, and skill
and wrath can furniſh a man withall.

Vio. I pray you, fir, what is he ?

To. He is knight dubb'd with unhatch'd Rapier, and
on carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private brawl;
foils and bodies hath he divorc'd; three and his incenſe-
ment at this moment is ſo implacable, that ſatistaction
can be none, but by pangs of death and ſepulcher: Hob,
nob, is his word: giv't or tak't.

Vio. I will return again into the houſe, and define ſome
conduct of the Lady. I am no ſ fighter, I have heard of
ſome kind of men, that pur quarrels purpofely on others
to taſte their valour : beiſke this is a man of that quirk.

To. Sfr, no: his indignation drives it ſelf out of a
very compeſtent injury, therefore get you on, and give
his defire. Back you shall not to the houſe, unleſs you
undertake that with me, which with as much ſafety you

might anſwer him: therefore on, or ſtrip your ſword
ſtrark naked: for meddle you muſt, that's certain, or for-
ſwear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as urcivil as ſtrange. I beſeech you do
me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what
my offence to him is : it is ſomething of my negligence,
nothing of my purpofe.

To. I will do to. Signior Fabian, ſtay you by this Gen-
tleman till my return. Exit Toby.

Vio. Pray you fir, do you know of this matter ?

Fab. I know the Knight is incens'd againſt you, even
to a mortal arbitrement, but nothing of the circumſtance
more.

Vio. I beſeech you, what manner of man is he ?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promife to read him
by his ſorm, as you are like to find him in the proof of
his valour. He is indeed, fir, the moſt ſkilful, bloody, and
fatall oppoſite that you could poffibly have found inſary
part of Illirya : will you walk towards him ? I will make
your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. I ſhall be much bound to you for't : I am one
that had rather go with fir Prieſt, than fir Knight : I care
not who knows ſo much of my mettle. Exeunt.

Enter Toby and Andrew.

Tob. Why man, he's a very devil, I have not ſeen ſuch
a ſirago: I had a paſs with him, rapier, ſcabbard, and all :
and he gives me the ſuck in with ſuch a mortal motion,
that it is invitable : and on the anſwer, he pays you as
ſurely, as your ſeet hits the ground they ſtep on. They ſay,
he has been Fencer to the Sophy.

And. Pox on't, I'le not meddle with him.

To. I, but he will not now be paciſed,
Fabian can ſearſ hold him yonder.

An. Plague on't and I thought he had been valiant,
and ſo cunning in Fence, I'de have ſeen him damn'd ere
I'de have challeſd him. Let him let the matter ſlip, and
I'le give him my horſe, gray Capiler.

Tob. I'le make the motion : ſtand here, make a Good
ſhow on't this ſhall end without the perdition of ſouſ;
marry I'le ride your horſe, as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian, and Viola.

I have his horſe to take up the quarrel, I have perſwaded
him the youth's a devil.

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him : and pants,
and looks pale, as if a Bear were at his heels.

To. There's no remedy, fir, he will fight with you for's
oath ſake: marry he hath better bethought him of his
quarrel, and he finds that now ſearce to be worth talking
of; therefore draw for the ſupporſance of his vow, he pro-
teſſs he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me; a little thing would make
me tell them how much I lack of a man.

Fab. Give ground if you ſee him ſurious.

To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy ; the Gen-
tleman will for his honours ſake have one bouſt with you :
he cannot by the Duello avoid it : but he has promiſed
me, as he is a Gentleman and a ſouldier, he will not hurt
you. Come on, to't.

And. Pray God he keep his oath.

Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do affure you 'tis againſt my will.

Ant. Put up your ſword ; if this young Gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me :
If you offend him, I for him defie you.

Tob. You fir ? Why, what are you ?

Ant. One fir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Tob. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

Enter

Enter Officer.

Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold: here come the Officers.

Tob. I'll be with you anon.

Vio. Pray fir, put your word up if you please.

And. Marry will I fir ; and for that I promis'd you I'll
be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and rains
well.

1. Off. This is the man, do thy Office.

2. Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the fuit of Count Or-
Ant. You do miftake me, fir.

1. Off. No fir, no jot: I know your favour well :

Tho now you have no fea-cap on your head :

Take him away, he knows I know him well.

Ant. I muft obey. This comes with feeking you :

But there's no remedy, I fhall anſwer it :

What will you do ? now my neceſſity

Makes me to ask you for my purſe. It grieves me

Much more; for what I cannot do for you,

Than what befals my ſelf: you ſtand amaz'd,
Be of comfort.

2. Off. Come fir, away.

Ant. I muſt intreat of you ſome of that money.

Vio. What money, fir ?

For the fair kindneſs you have ſhew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your preſent trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lend you ſomething : my having is not much,

I'le make divifion of my preſent with you :

Hold, there's half my Coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now ?

Is't poffible, that my deferts to you

Can lack perſwafion ? Do not tempt my miſery,

Left that it make me ſo unfound a man,

As to upbraid you with thofe kindneſſes

That I have done for you.

Vio. I know of none.

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainneſſs, babling drunkenneſſs,

Or any taint of vice, whole ſtrong corruption

Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. Oh heavens themſelves !

2. Off. Come, fir, I pray you go.

Ant. Let me ſpeak a little. This youth that you fee here,
I ſnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death.

Reliev'd him with ſuch ſanctity of love ;

And to his image, which me thought did promife

Moſt venerable worth, did I devotion.

1. Off. What's that to us, the time goes by: away,

Ant. But oh, how vild an idol proves this God !

Thou haſt Sebastian done good feature ſhame,

In nature there's no blemiſh but the mind :

None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind.

Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil

Are empty trunks, o'te-flourifh'd by the Devil.

1. Off. The man grows mad, away with him :

Come, come, fir,

Ant. Lead me on.

Exis.

Vio. Methinks his words do from ſuch paſſion fly,

That he believes himself, ſo do not I.

Prove true imagination, oh prove true,

That I dear brother, be now tane for you.

To. Come hither, Knight, come hither, Fabian: Well
whisper o're a couplet or two of moſt ſage faws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian : I my brother know

Yet living in my glaſs: even ſuch, and ſo

In favour was my Brother, and he went

Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,

For him I imitate: Oh if it prove,

Tempeſts are kind, and ſalt waves freeh in love.

Exis.

Tob. A very diſhonest paltry boy, and more a coward

than a Hare: his diſhonesty appears, in leaving his friend
here in neceſſity, and denying him: and for his coward-
flhip ask Fabian.

Fab. A Coward, a moſt devout Coward, religious in
it.

And. 'Slid, Ile after him again, and beat him.

To. Do, cuff him foundly, but never thy ſword,

And. And I do not.

Fab. Come let's fee the event.

To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

Exis.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima,

Enter Sebastian, and Clown.

Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not ſent for
you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolſh fellow,
Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out i'faith: No, I do not know you, nor
I am not ſent to you by my Lady, to bid you come ſpeak
with her: nor your name is not Mafter Ceſario, nor this
is not my noſe neither: nothing that is ſo, is ſo.

Seb. I prethee vent thy folly ſomewhere else, thou
know't not me.

Clo. Vent my folly : He has heard that word of ſome
great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly !
am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a Caci-
ney: I prethee now ungird thy ſtrangenefs, and tell me who
I ſhall vent to my Lady ; I ſhall I vent to her that thou art
coming ?

Seb. I prethee foolſh Greek depart from me, there
money for thee. If you tarry longer, I ſhall give word
payment.

Clo. By my troth thou haſt an open hand: theſe Wic-
men that give fools mony, get themſelves a good report,
after fourteen years purchase.

Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.

And. Now fir, have I met you again ? there's for you
Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there: an-
all the people mad ?

To. Hold fir, or Ile throw your dagger o're the board.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady ſtraight: I would not be
in ſome of your coats for two-pence.

To. Come on fir, hold.

And. Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to work
with him: I'le have an action of Battery against him,
there be any law in Illyria: tho I ftruek him firſt,
Yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Tob. Come fir, I will not let you go. Come my young
fouldier, put up your iron: you are well fleſh'd: Come
on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would't thou now
If thou dar't tempt me further, draw thy ſword.

To. What, what ? Nay then I muſt have an ounce or
two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter Olivia.

Ol. Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.

To. Madam.

Ol. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the Mountains, and the barbarous Caves,
Where manners ne're were preach'd: out of my fight,
Be not offended, dear Ceſario.

Rudesby be gone, I prethee gentle friend,

Lt.

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Let thy fair wildome, not thy passion fway
In this uncivil, and unjuft extent
Against thy peace. Go with thy self to my house,
And here thou there, how many fruitlefs pranks
This Ruffian hath botch'd up, is that thou thereby
Maiſt ſmile at this : Thou ſhalt not chufe but go :
Do not deny, beſhrew thy foul for me
He flarted one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What reliſh is in this ? How runs the stream ?
Or I am mad, or elle this is a dreame :
Let ſcant ſill my ſense in Lethe ſleep,
If it be thus to dream, ſill let me ſleep.

Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'ſt be rul'd by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Ol. O fay lo, and ſo be.

Exeunt.

## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Maria, and Clown.

Mar. Nay, I prethee put on this Gowne, and this
beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the Curat;
do it quikly. I'le call Sir Toby the whil'ft.

Clo. Well, I'le put it on, and I will deſſemble my ſelf in't, and I would I were the firſt that ever diſſembled in ſuch a Gown. I am nor tall enough to become the function well, nor leane enough to be thought a good Student: but to be faid an honeſt man, and a good Houſekeeper goes as fairely, as to fay, a careful man, and a great Schollar. The Competitors enter.

### Enter Toby.

To. Jove bleſſes thee M. Parfon.

Clo. Bonos dies fir Toby : for as the old Hermit of Prawge,
that never faw Pen and Ink, very wittily faid to a Neece
of King Gorbodacke, that is: is I being M. Parfon,
am M. Parfon ; for what is that, but that ? and is, but is?

To. To him fir Topas.

Clo. What hoa, I fay, Peace in this p[ro]ſon.

To. The Knave counterfeits well: a good Knave.

Malvolio within.

Mal. Who calls there ?

Clo. Sic Topas the Curat, who comes t[em] viſite Malvolio the Lunaticke.

Mal. Sic Topas, fir Topas, good fir Topas go to my Lady.

Clo. Out hyperbolicall fiend, how vexeſt thou this man ? Talkeſt thou nothing but of Ladies ?

Tob. Well, well faid M. Parfon.

Mal. Sic Topas, never was man thus wronged, good fir Topas do not think I am mad: they have laide me here in hideous darkneſs.

Clo. Fye, thou diſhoneſt Sathan : I call thee by the moſt
modeſt termes, for I am one of thofe gentle ones, that
will ſiſe the Divel himſelf with curteſſe: ſayſt thou that
houſe is darke ?

Mal. As helſ fir Topas.

Clo. Why it hath bay Windows tranſparant as Baricadoes,
and the clear ſtones toward the South North, are
as lustrous as Ebony : and yet complainſt thou of obſtru-
ſation ?

Mal. I am not mad fir Topas, I ſay to you this houſe is darke.

Clo. Mad man thou erreſt : I ſay there is no darkneſs
but ignorance, in which thou art more puzell'd than the
Ægyptians in their ſogge.

Mal. I ſay this houſe is as dark as ignorance, though
Ignorance were as dark as hell; an I ſay there was ne-

ver man thus abus'd, I am no more mad than you are,
make the trial of it in any conſtant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning
Wilde-ſoule ?

Mal. That the foul of our Grandam, might happily
inhabit a Bird.

Clo. What think'ſt thou of his opinion ?

Mal. I think nobly of the foul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou ſill in darkneſs,
thou ſhalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allo w
of thy wits, and feare to kill a Woodcock, left thou di-
poſſes the houſe of thy Grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sic Topas, fir Topas.

To. My moſt exquifite fir Topas.

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou mightſt have done this without thy heard and gown, he fees thee not.

Tob. To him in thine own voyce, and bring me word,
how thou findſt him: I would we were all rid of this
knavery. If he may be conveniently deliever'd, I would
he were, for I am now ſo far in offence with my Neece,
that I cannot purſue with any ſafety this ſport the up-
ſhot. Come by and by to my Chamber.

Exit.

Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how thy Lady does.

Mal. Fool.

Clo. My Lady is unkind, perdie.

Mal- Fool.

Clo. Alaſs why's the ſhe fo.

Mal. Fool, I ſay.

Clo. She loves another. Who calls, ha ?

Mal. Good Fool, as ever thou wilt deferſe well at
my hand, help me to a Candle and Pen, Ink, and Paper :
as I am a Gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee
for't.

Clo. M. Malvolio;

Mal. I good Fool.

Clo. Alaſs fir, how ſell you befides your ſive wits?

Mal. Fool. There was never man ſo notoriously abus'd: I am as well in my wits (fool) as thou art.

Clo. But as well : then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied ſre: keep me in darkneſs, ſend Minifters to me, Aſſes, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Adivſe you what you ſay: the Minifter is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens reſtore: ende-
vour thy ſelf to ſleep, and leave thy vaine bibble bab-
ble.

Mal. Sic Topas.

Clo. Maintain no words with him good fellow.

Who I fir, not I fir. God buy you good fir Topas: Mar-
ry Amen. I will fir, I will fir.

Mal. Fool, fool, fool I ſay.

Clo. Alas fir be patient. What ſay you fir, I am ſhent for
ſpeaking to you.

Mal. Good fool help me to ſome light, and ſome
Paper, I tell thee I am as well in my wits, as any man in
Illyria,

Clo. Well-a-day that you were fir.

Mal. By this hand I am: good fool, ſome Ink, Pa-
per, and Light: and convey what I will ſet down to my
Lady: it ſhall advantage thee more, than ever the bearing
of Letter did.

Clo. I will help you too't: But-tell me true, are you not
mad indeed, or do you but counterſeit ?

Mal. Believe me, I am not, I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay, I'c ne're believe a madman till I ſee his
I will fetch you light, and paper, and Ink. (brains,

Mal. Fool, I'le requite it in the highest degree;

I prethee be gone.

Clo. I am gone fir, and anon fir,

I'le be with you agen.

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In a trice, like to the old vice,
your need to suftain-
Who with Dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,
cries ah ah, to the Devil -
Like a mad Lad, pair thy nailes Dad,
a dieu good man Devil.

Exit.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. This the ayre, that is the glorious Sun,
This Pearl he gave me, I do feel't, and feel't.
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madneſs. Where's Anthonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant,
Yet there he was, and there I found this credit,
That he did range the Town to feek me out,
His confell now might do me golden ſervice,
For though my foul diſputes well with my ſente,
That this may be ſome error, but no madneſs,
Yet doth this accident and ſloud of Fortune,
So far exceed all inſtance, all diſcourſe,
That I am ready to diſtruſt mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reaſon that pertwades me
To any other truſt, but that I am mad,
Or eſſe the Ladies mad ; yet if 'twere so,
She could not (way her houſe, command her ſollowers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their diſpatch,
With ſuch a ſmooth, diſcreet, and ſtble-bearing
As I perceive the do's : there's ſomething in't
That is deceivable. But here the Lady comes.

Enter Olivia, and Prierſt.

Ol. Blame not this haſte of mine: if you mean well,
Now go with me, and, with this holy man
Into the Chantry by : there before him,
And underneath that confered roof,
Plight me the full affurance of your faith,
That my moſt jealous, and too doubtful foul
May live at Peace. He ſhall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it ſhall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth, what do you ſay?

Seb. I'le follow this good man, and go with you,
And having ſworn truth, ever will be true.

Ol. Then lead the way good father, & heaven ſo ſhine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine.

Exeunt.

Finiis Actus Quarti.

## Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Clown and Fabian.

Fab. Now as thou lov'ſt me, let me fee this Letter.

Clo. Good M. Fabian grant me another requeſt.

Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not define to fee this Letter.

Fab. This is to give a Dog, and in recompence define
my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lov'ds.

Du. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends ?

Clo. I fir, we are ſome of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; how do't thou my good
Fellow ?

Clo. Truly fir, the betteſ for my foes, and the worſ
for my friends.

Du. Juff the contrary ; the better for thy friends.

Clow. No fir, the worſe.

Du. How can that be ?

Clo. Mary fir, they prieſe me, and make an Aſof me,
now my foes tell me plainly, I am an Aſi : fo that by my
foes fir, I profit in the knowledge of my ſelf, and by my
friends I am abuſed: fo that conclusions to be as killſ,
in your four negatives make your two affirmativeſ, why
then the worſe of my friends, and the better for my loſs.

Du. Why this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth fir, no: though it prieſe you to be
one of my friends.

Du. Thou ſhalt not be the worſe for me, there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double dealing fir, I would
you could make it another.

Du. O you give me ill counſel.

Clo. Put your Grace in your pocket fir, for this once,
and let your ſleth and blood obey it.

Du. Well, I will be ſo much a finner to be a double
dealer : there's another.

Clo. Primo, ſeundo, tertio, is a good play, and the
old ſaying is, the third pays for all : the triplex fir, his
good tripping meaſure, or the bells of S. Bennet fir, may
put you in mind, one, two, three.

Du. You can fool no more money out of me at this
throw : if you will let your Lady know I am here to
ſpeak with her, and bring her along with you, it may
awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry fir, lullaby to your bounty till I come agen,
I go fir, but I would not have you to think that my de-
fire of having is the fin of covetouneſs : but as you ſay fir,
let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

Exi.

Enter Anthonio and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man fir, that did reſcue me.

Du. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet when I ſaw it laſt, it was beſmeat'd
As black as Vulcan, in the ſmoak of War :
A bawbling Vessel was the Captain of,
For ſhallow draught and Bulk unprizable,
With which ſuch ſeathful grapple did he make,
With the moſt noble bottom of our Fleet,
That very enſy, and the tongue of loſs
Cri'd fame and honour on him : What's the matter?

1. Offi. Orfino, this is that Anthonio

That took the *Phenix*, and her fraught from *Candy*,
And this is he that did the *Tiger* boord,
When your young Nephew *Titus* loſt his leg:
Here in the freets, desperate of ſhame and ſtate,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindneſs; fir, drew on my ſide,
But in conclusion put ſtrange ſpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diſtraſtion.

Du. Notable Pyrat, thou ſalt-water Thieſt,
What ſooliſh boldneſs brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou in terms ſo bloody, and ſo dear
Haſt made thine enemieſs?

Ant. Orfino : Noble fir,
Be pleas'd that I ſhake of theſe names you give me :
Anthonio never yet was Thieſt, or Pyrate,
Though I conſeſs, on bafe and ground enough
Orfino's enemy. A witcheraft drew me hither :
That moſt ungrateful Boy there by your ſide,
From the rude ſeas unrag'd and ſomy mouth
Did I redeem : a wrack paff hope he was :
His Life I gave him, and did there to add
My love without retention, or reſtraint,

All.

All this is dedication. For his fake,
Did I expose my self (pure of his love)
Into the danger of this adverse Town,
Drew to defend him, when he was befer:
Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing,
While one would wink : den'd be mine own purſe;
Which I had recommended to his uſe,
Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Du. When came he to this Town?

Ant. To day my Lord : and for three months before,
No interim, not a minutes vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Du. Here comes the Counteſs; now heaven walks on
earth:
But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy wordsare madneſs,
Three months this Youth hath tended upon me,
But more of that anon. Take him alide.

Ol. What would my Lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may feem ſervicable?

Cefario, you do not keep promife with me.

Vio. Madam.

Du. Gracious Olivia.

Ol. What do you ſay Cefario ? Good my Lord.

Vio. My Lord would ſpeak, my duty hufhes me:

Ol. If it be ought to the old tune my Lord,

It is as fat and fulſome to mine ear
As howling after Mufick.

Du. Still ſo cruel?

Ol. Still ſo conſtant my Lord.

Du. What to perverſeſs? you uncivil Lady

To whole ingrate, and unaufpicious Altars
My Soul the faithfullſt Offerings have breath'd out
That ere Devotion tender'd. What ſhall I do?

Ol. Even what it pleafe my Lord, that ſhall become him.

Du. Why should I not, ( had I the heart to do it)

Like to the Egyptian Thieſt, at point of Death
Kill what I love ? (a favage jealouſe,

That fometime favours nobly) but hear me this:

Since you to none regardance caſt my faith,

And that I partly know the instrument

That ſcrews me from my true place in your favour:

Live you the Marble-breasted Tyrant ſtil.

But this your Minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by Heaven I ſwear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel Eye,
Where he fits crowned in his Maſter ſpight.

Come Boy with me, my thoughts are ripe in miſchſe:
Ile sacrifice the Lamb that I do love,

To ſpight a Ravens heart within a Dove.

Vio. And I moſt jocond, apt, and willingly,
To do you reſt a thouſand deaths would die.

Ol. Where goes Cefario ?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love theſe eyes, more than my life,

More by all mores, than ere I ſhall love wife.

If I do feign, you witneſſes above

Punish my life, for tainting of my Love.

Ol. Ay me, deteſed, how am I beguil'd ?

Vio. Who do's beguile you? who do's do you wrong?

Ol. Haſt thou forgot thy ſelf? Is it ſo long?

Call forth the holy Father.

Du. Come, away.

Ol. Whither my Lord ? Cefario, Husband, ſtay.

Du. Husband?

Ol. I Husband. Can he that deny?

Du. Her husband firrah?

Vio. No my Lord, nor I:

Ol. Alas, it is the bafeſs of thy fear,

That makes thee ſtrangle thy propriety :

Fear not Cefario, take thy fortunes up,

Be that thou know'ſt thou art, and then thou art

As great as thou fear'ſt.

Enter Prief.
O welcome Father :

Father I charge thee by thy reverence.

Here to unfold, tho lately we intended

To keep in darkneſs, what occafion now

Reveals before'is ripe: what thou do'ſt know

Hath newly paff between this Youth, and me.

Prief. A contraſt of eternal bond of Love,
Confirm'd by mutual joynder of your hands,
Atreſted by the holy cloſe of lips,

Strengthned by enterchangement of your Rings,
And all the Ceremony of this compaſt

Seal'd in my Function, by my Testimony:

Since when, my Watch hath told me, toward my Grave
I have travell'd but two hours.

Du. O thou diſſembling Cub: what wilt thou be

When time hath ſlow'd a grizzell on thy caſe?

Or will not eſſe thy craft to quickly grow,

That thine own trip ſhall be thine overthrow?

Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet,

Where thou, and (I henceforth) may never meet,

Vio. My Lord, I do proteſt.

Ol. O do not ſwear,

How little Faith, who thou haſt too much fear.

Enter Sir Andrew.

And. For the Love of God a Surgeon, and one pre-
fently to Sir Toby :

Ol. What's the matter ?

And. H'as broke my head a-croſs, and given Sir Toby a
bloody Coxcomb too: for the love of God your help, I
had rather than forty pound I were at home.

Ol. Who has done this Sir Andrew?

And. The Counts Gentleman, one Cefario: we took
him for a Coward, but he's the very Devil incardinate.

Du. My Gentleman Cefario.

And. Odd's lifelings here he is: you broke my head for
nothing, and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by Sir
Toby.

Vio. Why do you ſpeak to me, I'll never hurt you :
You drew your Sword upon me without cauſe,
But I belpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Toby and Clown.

And. If a bloody Coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt
me: I think you fet nothing by a bloody Coxcomb. Here
comes fir Toby halting, you ſhall hear more; but if he had
not been in drink, he would have tickl'd you other gates
than he did.

Du. How now Gentleman? how is't with you?

To. That's all one, has hurt me, and there's an end on't;
Sot, did'ſt thou fee Dick Surgeon, for't?

Clo. O he's drunk fir, above an hour: agone: his eyes
were at eight i'th morning.

To. Then he's a Rogue after a paffy meaſures Pavin: I
hate a drunken Rogue.

Ol. Away with him ? Who hath made this havock
with them?

And. I'le help you Sir Toby, because we'll be dreſt togeth-
ther.

To. Will you help an Aſſ-head, and a Coxcomb, and a
Knave, a thin-fac'd Knave, a Gull?

Oz. Get him to Bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

X 2

Enter

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am forry Madam I have hurt your kinfman :
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I muft have done no lefs with wit and safety.
You throw a ftrange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you :
Pardon me (tweet one) even for the vows
We made each other, but to late ago.

Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perſons,
A natural Perſpective, that is, and is not.

Seb. Anthonio, O my dear Anthonie !

How have the hours rack'd, and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee ?

Ant. Sebastian are you ?

Seb. Fear't thou that Anthonio ?

Ant. How have you made divifion of your ſelf,

An ample cleft in two, is not more twin

Then thefe two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?

Ol. Moſt wonderful.

Seb. Do I ſtand there ? I never had a brother :

Nor can there be a Deity in my nature

Of here and every where. I had a filter,

Whom the blind waves and ſurges have devour'd :

Of charity, what kin are you to me ?

What Countreyman ? what name : what Parentage ?

Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my Father,

Such a Sebastian was my brother too :

So went he ſuited to his watery tomb :

If ſpirits can affume both form and ſuit,

You come to fright us.

Seb. A ſpirit I am indeed,

But am in that dimenſion groſly clad,

Which from the wamb I did participate.

Were you a woman, as the reſt go even,

I ſhouſt my tears let fall upon your cheek,

And ſay, thrice welcome drowned Viola.

Vio. My Father had a Moal upon his brow.

Seb. And ſo had mine.

Vio. And did that day when Viola from her bieth
Had numbed thirteen years.

Seb. O that record is lively in my ſoul,
He ſinſhed indeed his mortal act

That day that made my ſifter thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,

But this my maſculine ſurſp'd attire :

Do not embrace me, till each circumſtance,

Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump

That I am Viola, which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a Captain in this Town,

Where lye my Maiden weeds: by whose gentle help,
I was preferv'd to ſerve this noble Count:

All the occurrence of my fortune ſince

Hath been between this Lady, and his Lord.

Seb. So comes it Lady, you have been wiftook :

But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a Maid,

Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiv'd,

You are betroth'd both to a Maid and man.

Du. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood :

If this be so, as yet the glaſs ſeems true,

I ſhall have ſhare in this moſt happy wrack.

Boy, thou haſt faſd to me a thouſand times,

Thou never ſhouſt love woman like to me:

Vio. And all thofe ſayings, will I over-ſwear

And all thofe ſwearings keep as true in ſoul,

As doth that orbed continent, the fire,

That fevers day from night.

Du. Give me thy hand,

And let me fee thee in thy womans weeds.

Vio. The Captain that did bring me firſt on ſhore,
Hath my Maids garments : he upon ſome Action
s now in durance, at Malvolio's ſuit,

A Gentleman and follower of my Ladies.

Ol. He ſhall celerge him : fetch Malvolio hither,
And yet alas, now I remember me,
They ſay, poor Gentleman, he's much diſtraet.

Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian.

A moſt exacting ſterieſe of mine own,

From my remembrance, clearly banish his,

How does he firrah ?

Clo. Truly Madam, he holds Belzebub at the flaves and
as well as a man in his cafe may do : has here writ a letter
to you, I ſhouſt have given't you to day morning. But as
a mad man Epiftles are no Goffels, to it skills not much
when they are deliver'd.

Ol. Open't and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the ſoul deſ-
vers the Madam. By the Lord Madam.

Ol. How now, art thou mad ?

Clo. No Madam, I do but read madneſs: and your
Ladiphip will have it as it ought to be, you muſt allow
Vox.

Ol. Prethee read it i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I do Modons : but to read his right wits, is
to read thus: therefore, perpend my Princeſs, and give
ear.

Ol. Read it you, firrah.

Fab. Reads. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and
the world ſhall know it: Though you have put me into
darkneſs, and given your drunken Coz n rule over me, yet
have I benefit of my ſenſes. as well as your Ladiphip.
I have your own Letter ; that induced me to the ſemblance
put on; with the which I do not, but to do my ſul
much right, or you much ſhame: Think of me as you pleafe,
I leave my duty a little unthought of, and ſpeak out of my
injury.

The madly us'd Malvolio

Ol. Did he write this ?

Clo. I Madam.

Du. This favours not much of diſtraction.

Ol. See him deliver'd Fabian, bring him hither :
My Lord, so pleafe you, theſe things further thought on.
To think me as well a ſifter, as a wife,
One day ſhall crown th' alliance on't, so pleafe you;
Here at my houſe, and at my proper coſt.

Du. Madam, I am moſt apt t' embrace your offer:
Your Maſter quits you : and for your ſervice done him,
Somuch againſt the metal of your ſex,
So far beneath your ſoſt and tender breeding,
And ſince you call'd me maſter, for so long :
Here is my hand, you ſhall from this time be
Your Maſters, Miftris.

Ol. A ſifter, you are ſhe.

Enter Malvolio.

Du. Is this the mad man?

Ol. I my Lord this fame : how now Malvolio?

Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

Ol. Have I Malvolio ? No.

Mal. Lady you have, pray you perſume that letter,

You muſt nor now deny it is your hand,

Write from it if you can, in hand or phraſe,

Or ſay 'tis not your ſeal, nor your invention :

You can ſay none of this. Well, grant it then,

And tell me in the modeſty of honour,

Why you have given me ſuch clear lights of favour,

Bad me come ſmiling and croſs garter'd to you,

To put on yellow fockings, and to frown

Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :

And acting this in an obedient hope?

Why have you ſuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,

Kept in a dark houſe, viſited by the Prieff,

And made the moſt notorious geek or gull

That

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That ere invention plaſt on? Tell me why?
Ol. Alas Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Tho I confefs, much like the Character:
But out of queſtion, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was ſhe
Firſt told me thou waſt mad; then cam't in ſmiling,
And in ſuch forms, which here were preſuppos'd
Upon thee in the Letter: prethee be content,
This practice hath moſt ſhrewdly paſt upon thee:
But when we know the Grounds and Authors of it,
Thou ſhalt be both the Plaintiff and the Judg
Of thine own caufe.

Fab. Good Madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this prefent hour,
Which I have wondred at. In hope it ſhall not,
Moft freely I confefs my ſelf, and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon ſome ſubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The Letter, at Sir Toby's great importance,
In recompence whereof, he hath married her:
How with a ſportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on Laughter than Revenge,
If that the injuries be jutſly weigh'd,
That have on both ſides paſt.

Ol. Alas poor Fool, how have they baffl'd thee?

Clo. Why ſome are born great, ſome atchieve great-
neſs, and ſome have greatneſs thrown upon them. I was
one ſir, in this Enterlude, one Sir Topas ſir, but that's
all one: By the Lord Fool, I am not mad; but do you re-
member, Madam, why laugh you at ſuch a barren raſcal?
and you ſmile not he's gag'd; and thus the whirl-gigg of
time, brings in his revenges.

Mal. I'le be reveng'd on the whole pack of you.

Ol. He hath been moſt notoriously abus'd.

Du. Purſue him, and entreat him to a peace:

He hath not told us of the Captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A ſolemn Combination ſhall be made
Of our dear Souls. Mean time (sweet Sifter,
We will not part from hence. Cefario come
(For so you ſhall be, while you are a man:)
But when in other habits you are seen.
Orſino's Miftris, and his fancies Queen.

Exeunt.

Clown ſings.

When that I was and a little tine Boy,
with key, ho, the Wind and the Rain :

A fooliſh thing was but a toy,
for the rain it raiſeth every day.

But when I came to man's eſtate
with key, ho, &c.

Gainſt Knaves and Thieves men ſhot their gate,
for the Rain, &c.

But when I came at laſt to Wive,
with key, ho, &c.

By swaggering could I never thrive,
for the Rain, &c.

But when I came unto my Beds,
with key, ho, &c.

With Tofpots ſtill had drunken heads,
for the Rain, &c.

A great while a go the World be gone,
with key, ho, &c.

But that's all one, our Play is done,
and we'll ſtrive to please you every day.

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THE

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THE
WINTERS TALE.

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Camillo, and Archidamus.

Arch.

If you shall chance (Camillo) to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see (as I have said) great difference betwixt our Bohemias, and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this common Summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he

justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall fhame us: we will be juſtified in our Loves: for indeed—

Cam. 'Befeech you—

Arch. Verily I ſpeak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence—in fo rare— I know not what to ſay— We will give you sleepy Drinks, that your fences (un-intelligent of our inſuſiſtence) may, tho they cannot praisc us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I ſpeak as my understanding inſtructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot ſhow himself over-kind to Bohemia, They were train'd together in their Child hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature Dignities, and Royal Nefſeffities, made ſeparation of their Society, their encounters (tho not perſonal) have been Royally attronied with interchange of gifts, Letters, loving Embassies, that they have seem'd to be together, tho abient: ſhook hands, as over a Vast Sea, and embra c'd as it were from the ends of opped Winds. The Heavens continue their Loves.

Arch. I think there is not in the world, either Malice or Matter to alter it. You have an unſpeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius; it is a Gentleman of the greatest promife that ever came into my Note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: He is a gallant Child, one that (indeed) Phyſicks the Subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on Crutches were he was born, define yet their life, to fee him a man.

Arch. Would they eſſe be content to die?

Cam. Yes, if there were no other excufe, why they should define to live.

Arch. If the King had no Son, they would define to live on Crutches till he had one. Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Camillo.

Pol. Nine changes of the watry Star hath been The Shepherds Note, ſince we have left our Throre Without a Burthen; Time as long again Would be fill'd up (my Brother) with our Thanks, And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a Cipher (Yet standing in rich place!) I multiply With one we thank you, many thoulands moe, That go before it.

Leo. Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to morrow: I am quief't by my fears of what may chance, Or breed upon our abſence, that may blow No ſneaping Winds at home, to make us ſay, This is pur ſorth too truly: beſides, I have ſtay'd To tire your Royalty.

Leo. We are tougher (Brother) Than you can put us to't.

Pol. No longer ſay.

Leo. One ſevenight longer.

Pol. Very ſooth, to morrow.

Leo. We'll part the time between's then: and in that I'll no gain-faying.

Pol. Prefs me not (? beſeech you) fo; There is no tongue that moves; none, none ?th' world So soon as yours, could win me: fo it ſhould now, Were there neceſſity in your requeſt, altho I were needful I deni'd it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder, VVere (in your Love) a whip to me; my ſays, To you a charge, and trouble: to ſave both, Farewel (our brother.)

Leo. Tongue-ti'd our Queen? ſpeak you.

Her. I had thought (Sir) to have held my peace, until You had drawn Oaths from him, not to ſtay: you (Sir) Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are ſure All in Bohemia's well: this ſatisfaction, The by-gone-day proclaim'd ſay this to him, He's beat from his beſt ward.

Leo. VVell ſaid, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to fee his Son, were ſtrong; But let him ſay fo then, and let him go; But let him ſwear fo, and he shall not ſtay, VVell' I thwack him hence with Diftaſſs.

Yet

["The Winters Tale.", "251", "Yet of your Royal preference, Ile adventure\nThe borrow of a week. When at Bohemia\nYou take my Lord, Ile give him my Commission,\nTo let him there a Month, behind the Gueft\nPrefix'd for's parting: yet (good heed) Leontes,\nI love thee not a jar o'th' Clock, behind\nWhat Lady she her Lord. You'l fly ?", "Pol. No Madam.", "Her. Nay, but you will ?", "Pol. I may not verily.", "Her. Verily?", "You put me off with limber vows: but I,", "Tho you would seek t'un sphere the Stars with Oaths,", "Should yet fly, Sir, no going: verily", "You shall not go; a Ladies verily is", "As potent as a Lords, Will you go yet?", "Force me to keep you as a prifoner,", "Not like a Gueſt: to you shall pay your Fees", "When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay you ?", "My prifoner ? or my Gueſt ? by your dread verily,", "One of them you ſhall be.", "Pol. Your Gueſt then Madam :", "To be your Prifoner, ſhould import offending ;", "Which is for me leſsely to commit,", "Than you to puniſh.", "Her. Not your Goaler then,", "But your kind hoſteſs, come, I'le quſuetion you", "Of my Lords tricks and yours, when you were boys :", "You were pretty Lordings then ?", "Pol. We were (fair Queen)", "Two Lads, that thought there wasno more behind,", "But fuch a day to morrow, as to day,", "And to be boy eternal.", "Her. Was not my Lord", "The verier wag o'th' two ?", "Pol. VVve were as twiſ'd Lambs, that did frisk i'th'Sun,", "And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd,", "VVAS innocence, for innocence: we knew not", "The Doſtine of il'-loing, no nor dream'd", "That any did: had we purliſt that life,", "And our weak spirits ne're been higher rear'd", "With ſtronger blood, we ſhould have anſwer'd Heaven", "Bolſely, not guilty; the impoſition clear'd,", "Hereditary ours.", "Her. By this we gather", "You have tript ſince.", "Pol. O my moſt ſacred Lady,", "Temptations have ſince then been born to's; for", "In thofe unfledg'd dates, was my wife a Girl ;", "Your precious ſelf had then not crotſ'd the eyes", "Of my young Play-fellow.", "Her. Grace to boot :", "Of this make no conclusion, left you ſay", "Your Queen and I are Devils: yet go on,", "Th' offences we have made you do, we'l anſwer,", "If you firſt ſim'd with us: and that with us", "You did continue fault: and that you ſlipt not", "VWith any, but with us.", "Leo. Is he won yet ?", "Her. He'll fly, (my Lord)", "Leo. At my request, he would not:", "Hermione (my deareft) thou never ſpok'ſt", "To better purpofe.", "Her. Never ?", "Leo. Never, but once.", "Her. VVhat? have I twice faid well? when was't before?", "I pretheſt tell me: cramp's with praiſe, and make's", "As fat as me things: One good deed, dying tongueſſes,\nSlaughteſs a thouſand, waiting upon that.", "Our praiſes are our wages. You may ride's", "VWith one ſoft kils a thouſand Furlongs, ere", "VVich (pur we heat an Acre. But to th' Goal:", "My laſt good deed was to intreat his ſlay.", "VWhat was my firſt ? it has an elder Sifter,", "Or I miſtake you: O, would her name were Grace,\nBut once before I ſpake to th' purpofe ? when ?\nNay, let me have't; I long.", "Leo. VVhy, that was when", "Three crabbed Months had fowr'd themſelves to death,", "Ere I could make thee open thy white hand :", "And clap thy ſelſ, my Love; then didſt thou utter,\nI am yours for ever.", "Her. 'Tis Grace indeed.", "VVhy lo-you now; I have ſpoke to th' purpofe twice ;", "The one for ever earn'd a Royal Husband ;", "Th' other, for ſome while a Friend.", "Leo. Too hot, too hot :", "To mingle friendſhip far, is mingling bloods.", "I have Tremor Cordis on me: my heart dances,", "But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment", "May a free face put on; derives a Liberty", "From heartineſs, from bounty, fertile boſom,", "And we'l become the Agent; 't may, I grant ;", "But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,", "As now they are, and making praeſ't ſmiles", "As in a Looking-Glaſs: and then to figſh, as 'twere", "The Mort o'th' Deer; oh, that is entertainment", "My boſome likes not, nor my Brows. Mamillius,", "Art thou my boy ?", "Mam. I my good Lord.", "Leo. I fecks :", "VVhy that's my Bawcock; what ? has't fmutch'd thy noſt?", "They ſay it is a Copy out of mine. Come Captain,", "We muſt be neat; not neat, cleanly Captain ;", "And yet the Steer, the Heifer, and the Calf,", "Are all call'd Neat. Still Virgin. I'ing", "Upon his palm ? How now (you wanton Calf) ?", "Art thou my Calf ? )", "Mam. Yes if you will (my Lord)", "Leo. Thou want't a rough path, & the ſhoots that I have", "To be full, like me; yet they ſay we are", "Almoſt as like as Eggs; Women ſay to,", "(That will ſay any thing) but were they falſe", "As o're di'd Blacks, as wind, as waters; falſe", "As dice are to be wiſh'd, by one that fixes", "No born 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,", "To ſay this boy were like me. Come (in Page)", "Look on me with your welkin eye; ſweet villain.", "Moſt dear'ſt, my collop: Can they dam, may't be\nAffection ? thy intention ſabs the Center.", "Thou doſt make poffible things not be ſo held,", "Communicat't with dreams (how can this be ?)", "With what's unreal, thou coactive art,", "And fellow'ſt nothing. Then 'tis very credent,", "Thou maſt co-joyn with ſomething, and thou doſſ,\n(And that beyond commission) and I find it,", "(And that to the infection of my Brains.)", "And hardning of my Brows. )", "Her. He ſomething ſeems unſetled.", "Pol. How? my Lord ?", "Leo. What cheer ? how is't with you, beſt Brother ?", "Her. You look as if you held a brow of much distraction,", "Are you mov'd (my Lord) ?", "Leo. No, in good earneſt.", "How ſometimes Nature will betray its folly ?", "It's tenderneſs

["The Winters Tale.", "252", "Are you so fond of your young Prince, as we\nDo feem to be of ours?", "Pol. If at home (Sir)", "Here's all my Exercife, my Mirth, my Matter;\nNow my fworn Friend, and then mine Enemy;", "My Parafite, my Soldier, States-man; all\nHe makes a July's day, short as December,\nAnd with his varying Childneſs, cures in me\nThoghts, that ſhould think my Blood.", "Leo. So stands this ſquire", "Offic'd with me: We two will walk (my Lord)", "And leave you to your graver ſteps. Hermione.\nHow thou lov'd us, ſhew in our Brothers welcom;\nLet what is deer in Sicily be cheap:", "Next to thy ſelf, and my young Rover, he's\nApparent to my heart.", "Her. If you would feek us,", "We are yours i'th'Garden: ſhall's attend you there?", "Leo. To your own bents diſpofe you: you'd be found,\nBe you beneath the Sky: I am angling now,\n(Tho you perceive me not how I give Line)\nGo to, go to.", "How he holds up the Neb ? the Bill to him?", "And arms her with the boldneſs of a Wife", "To her allowing Husband. Gone already,\nInch thick, Knee deep; ore head and ears a fork'd one.", "Go play (Boy) play: thy Mother plays, and I", "Play too; but ſo diſgrac'd a part, whoſe ſiſſe", "Will hifh me to my Grave: Contempt and Clamor", "Will be my Knell. Go play (Boy) play, there have been\n(Or I am much deceiv'd) Cuckolds ere now,", "And many a man there is (even at this prefent,", "Now, while I (peak this) holds his Wife by th' Arm.", "That little thinks he has been ſluic'd in's abſence,", "And his Pond ſilh'd by his next Neighbour (by", "Sir Smil, his Neighbour:) nay, there's comfort in't;", "Whiles other men have Gates, and thofe Gates open'd", "(As mine) againſt their will. Should all defair", "That have revolted Wives, the tenth of Mankind", "Would hang themſelves. Phyſick for't; there's none:", "It is a nawdy Planet that will ſtrike", "Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it:", "From Eaſt, Weſt, North and South, be it concluded,", "No Barriſado for a Belly. Know't,", "It will let in and out the Enemy,", "With bag and baggage: many a thouſand one's", "Have the diſeafe, and feel't not. How now Boy?", "Mam. I am like you they ſay.", "Leo. Why, that's ſome comfort.", "What? Camillo there?", "Cam. I, my good Lord.", "Leo. Go play (Mamillius) thou'rt an honeſt man:\nCamillo, this great Sir will yet ſtay longer.", "Cam. You had much ado to make his Anchor hold,", "When you caſt out, it ſtill came home.", "Leo. Didst note it?", "Cam. He would not ſtay at your petitions, made.", "His bufineſs more material,", "Leo. Didst perſive it?", "They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding:\nSicilia is a ſo-forth: 'tis far gone,", "When I ſhall guſt it laſt. How can't (Camillo)", "That he did ſtay?", "Cam. At the good Queens entreaty.", "Leo. At the Queens be't: Good ſhould be pertinent,\nBut ſo it is, it is not. Was this taken", "By any underſtanding pate but thine?", "For the conceit is foſking, will draw in\nMore than the common Blocks, nor noted, is't,", "But of the finer Natures ? by ſome Several\nOf head-piece extraordinary? Lower Mefſes\nPerchance are to this bufineſs purblind? Say.", "Cam. Bufineſs, my Lord? I think moſt understand\nBohemia ſtays here longer.", "Leo. Ha?", "Cam. Stays here longer.", "Leo. I, but why?", "Cam. To tafſisſe your Highneſſs, and the Entreaties\nOf our moſt gracious Miftreſs.", "Leo. Satisſe?", "Th'entreaties of your Miftreſs? Satisſe?", "Let that ſuſſice. I have truſted thee (Camillo)", "With all the neareſt things to my heart, as well", "My Chamber-Counſels, wherein (Prieſt-like) thou\nHaſt clean'd my Boſom: I, from thee departed", "Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been", "Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd", "In that which ſeems to.", "Cam. Be it forſid (my Lord.)", "Leo. To bide upon't: thou art not honeſt: or\nIf thou inclinſt that way, thou art a Coward,", "Which hoxes honeſty behind, reſtraining", "From course requit'd: or eſſe thou muſt be counted", "A Servant, grafted in my ſerious Truſt,", "And therein negligent: or eſſe a Fool,", "That ſeeth a Game plaid home, the rich ſtake drawn.", "And tak't it all for jeſt.", "Cam. My gracious Lord,", "I may be negligent, ſoolſt and ſeafearſ,", "In every one of theſe; no man is free,", "But that his negligence, his ſolly, fear,", "Amongſt the infinite doing of the World,", "Sometimes puts forth in your affairs (my Lord.)", "If ever I were wilful-negligent,", "It was my ſolly; if induſtrufionſly", "I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,", "Not weighing well the end: if ever ſeafearl", "To do a thing, where I the ſiſſe doubted,", "Whereof the Execution did cry out", "Against the non-performance; 'twas a fear", "Which oft inſeets the wifeft: theſe (my Lord)", "Are ſuch allow'd inſirnities that honeſty", "Is never free of. But beſeech your Grace", "Be plainer with me, let me know my treſpaſs.", "By it's own viſage: if I then deny it,", "'Tis none of mine.", "Leo. Ha'not you ſeen Camillo?", "(But that's paſt doubt: you have, or your eye-glaſi", "Is thicker than a Cockolds Horn) or heard ?", "(For to a Vifion to apparent, Rumour", "Cannot be mute) or thought? (for Cogitation", "Reſides not in that man, that do's not think)", "My Wife is ſlippery ? if thou wilt confefſs,", "Or eſſe he impudently negative,", "To have nor Eyes, nor Ears, nor Thought, then ſay", "My Wifef's a Holy-Horſe, deferves a Name", "As rank as any Flax-wench, that puts to", "Before her troth-plight: ſay't and juſtit'n.", "Cam. I would not be a ſander-by, to hear", "My Soveraign Miftreſs clouded ſo, without", "My preſent vengeance taken; 'ſhew my heart,", "You never ſpoke what did become you leſs", "Than this; which to reiterate, were ſin", "As deep as that, tho true.", "Leo. Is whispering nothing?", "Is leaning Cheek to Cheek ? is meeting Noſes?", "Kiffing with inſide Lip ? ſtopping the Carier", "Of Laughter, with a Sigh? (a note inſallible", "Of breaking honeſty) horſing foot on foot?", "Skulking in corners? wifhing Clocks more wſiſt?", {"bbox": [658, 1230,

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Of this diteas'd opinion, and betimes
For 'tis most dangerous.

Leo. Say it be', 'tis true.

Cam. No, no, my Lord,

Leo. It is: you lye, you lye :

Ifay thouliefi llio, and I hate thee,
Pronounce thee a gros Lowt, a mindles Slave,

Or else a hovering Temporizer, that
Canft with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both: were my wive's Liver
Infected ( as her life, thou would not live
The running of one Glafs.

Cam. Who do's infect her ?

Leo. Why he that wears her like her Medul, hanging
About his neck (Bohemia) who, if I
Had fervants true about me, that bear eyes
To fee alike mine honour, as their profits,
(Their own particular Thrifts ) they would do that
Which should undo more doing: I, and thou
His cup-bearer, whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worfhip, who may'ft fee
Plainly, as heaven fees earth, and earth fees Heaven,
How I am gall'd, thou mightst be -pice a Cup,
To give mine enemy a lafting wink :
Which draught to me, were cordial.

Cam. Sir (my Lord)
I could do this, and that with no rath Potion,
But with a lingring Dram, that should not work
Maliciously, like a poifon; but I cannot
Believe this Crack to be in my dread Miftres
(So poveraigly being honourable )
I have lov'd thee.

Leo. Make that thy queftion, and go rot :

Do't think I am fo muddy, fo unfetted,

To appoint my self in this vexation ?

Sully the purity and wittnes of my fleets
(Which to preserve, is fleep' which being spotted,
Is Goads, Thorns, Nettles, Tails of Walps)
Give scandal to the blood 'o'ch' Prince, my Son,
(Who I do think is mine, and love as mine)
Without ripe moving to't? would I do this ?
Could man fo blendch ?

Cam. I muſt believe you (Sir)

I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't:

Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highneſs
Will take again your Queen, as yours at first,
Even for your Sons ſake, and thereby for fealing
The injury of Tongues, in Courts and Kingdoms
Known and ally'd to yours.

Leo. Thou doſt advife me.

Even ſo as I mine own courſe have fet down :
I ple give no blemiſh to her honouſ, none.

Cam. My Lord,

Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendliſh wears at Feaſts, keep with Bohemia
And with your Queen : I am his Cup-bearer,
If from me he have wholſome Beveridg,
Account me not your fervant.

Leo. This is all :

Do't, and thou haſt the one half of my heart ;
Do't not, thou pliſt it thine own.

Cam. Ple do't, my Lord.

Leo. I will ſeem friendly, as thou haſt advis'd me.

Exit.

Cam. O miſerable Lady. But for me ?

What cafe stand I in ? I muſt be the poyſoner
Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't,
Is the obedience to a Maſter, one,
Who in Rebell ion with himſelf, will have
All that are his, to too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows : If I could find example
Of thouſands that had struck anointed Kings,
And flouriſh'd after, Pld not do't : But ſince
Nor Braſs, nor Stone, nor Parchment bears not one,
Let villiany it ſelf forſweart. I muſt

Forſake the Court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy Star reign now,
Here comes Bohemia.

Enser Polixenes.

Pol. This is ſtrange : methinks

My favour here begins to warp. Not ſpeak ?
Good day Camillo.

Cam. Hail moſt royal fir.

Pol. What is the news i'th' Court ?

Cam. None rare (my Lord.)

Pol. The King hath on him ſuch a countenance,
As had he loft ſome Province, and a Region
Lov'd, as he loves himſelf: even now I met him
With customary complement, when he
Wafting his eyes to th' contrary, and falling
A Lip of much contempt, ſpeeds from me, and
So leaves me to confider what is breeding,
That changes thus his Manners.

Cam. I dare not know (my Lord.)

Pol. How, dare not? do not? do you know, and dare not?
Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts :

For to your ſelf, what do you know, you muſt,
And cannot ſay, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexions are to me a Mirror,
Which ſhews me mine chang'd too ; for I muſt be
A party in this alteration, finding
My ſelf thus alter'd with't.

Cam. There is a ſickneſs
Which puts ſome of us in diſtemper; but
I cannot name the Difeaſe, and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.

Pol. How caught of me ?

Make me not fighted like the Basiliſque.
I have look'd on thouſands, who have ſped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none ſo: Camillo,
As you are certainly a Gentleman, thereto
Clerk-like expedienct, which no leſs adotns
Our Gentry, than our Parents Noble Names,
In whose ſucceſſs we are gentle: I beſech you,
If you know ought which do's behave my knowledg,
Thereof to be inform'd, imprifon't not

In ignorant concealment.

Cam. I may not anſwer.

Pol. A ſickneſs caught of me, and yet I well ?
I muſt be anſwer'd. Doff thou hear Camillo,
I conjure thee by all the parts of man,

Which honour do's acknowledge, whereof the leaſt
Is not this Suit of mine, that thou declare

What incidence thou doſt gueſt of harm
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near,
Which way to be prevented, if to be :

If not, how beſt to bear it.

Cam. Sir, I will tell you,

Since I am charg'd in Honour, and by him
That I think Honourable ; therefore mark my counſel,
Which muſt be ev'n as twifly followed, as
I mean to utter it ; or both your ſelz and me,
Cry loft, and ſo good night.

Pol. On, good Camillo.

Cam. I appointed him to murder you.

Pol. By whom, Camillo.

Cam. By the King.

Pol. For what ?

Cam. He thinks, nay with all confidence he ſwears
As he had feen't, or been an Inſtrument
To vice you to't, that you have toucht his Queen
Forbiddenly.

Pol. Oh then, my beſt blood turn
To an infec ted Gelly, and my Name
Be yoak'd with his, that did betray the beſt :
Turn then my freeheſt Reputation to
A favour, that may ſtrike the dulſet Noſtril
Where I arrive, and my approch be ſhun'd,
Nay hated too, worſe than the great'ſt inſection,
That ere was heard, or read,

Cam.

["The Winters Tale.", "254", "Cam. Swear his thought over", "By each particular Star in Heaven, and", "By all their influences; you may as well", "Forbid the Sea for to obey the Moon,", "As (or by Oath) remove, or (Counfel) fhake", "The Fabrick of his Folly, whole foundation", "Is py'd upon his Faith, and will continue", "The fanding of his Body.", "Pol. How should this grow ?", "Cam. I know not : but I am sure 'tis fafer to\nAvoid what's grown, than queftion how 'tis born.", "If therefore you dare truſt my honefly,", "That lies inſloſed in this Trunk, which you", "Shall bear along impawnd, away to Night,", "Your Followers I will whisper to the buſineſs,", "And will by twos, and threes, at ſeveral Poſterns,", "Clear them o'th' City. For my ſelf, I'le put", "My fortunes to your ſerſive (which are here", "By this diſcovery loft. ) Be not uncertain,", "For by the honour of my Parents, I", "Have uttred Truth; which if you ſee to prove,", "I dare not fland by; nor ſhall you be ſafer,", "Than one condemned by the Kings own mouth:", "The con his ExecUTION ſworn.", "Pol. I do believe thee:", "I ſaw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand.", "Be Pilot to me, and thy places ſhall", "Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and", "My people did expeſt my hence departure", "Two days ago. This Jealousie", "Is for a precious Creature : as ſhe's rare,", "Muſt it be great ; and, as his Perſon's mighty,", "Muſt it be violent : and, as he do's conceive,", "He is diſhonour'd by a man, which ever", "Profefs'd to him : Why his Revenues muſt", "In that be made more bitter. Fear ore-ſhades me :", "Good expedition be my friend, and comfort", "The gracious Queen, part of his Theam ; but nothing", "Of his ill-tane ſuſpition. Come Camillo,", "I will reſpeſt thee as a Father, if", "Thou bear't my life off, hence. Let us avoid.", "Cam. It is in mine authority to command", "The Keys of all the Poſterns: Pleate your Highneſs", "To take the urgent hour. Come Sir away.", "Excuse.", "Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.", "Enter Hermione, Mamillius, Ladies : Leomes,\nAntigenus, Lord.", "Her. Take the boy to you : he ſo troubles me,", "'Is paſt enduring.", "Lady. Come (my gracious Lord)", "Shall I be your play-fellow ?", "Mam. No, I'le none of you.", "Lady. Why (my tweet Lord ?)", "Mam. You'l kifs me hard, and ſpeak to me, as if", "I were a Baby ſtill. I love you better.", "2. Lady And why ſo (my Lord?)", "Mam. Not for becauſe", "Your Brows are blacker ( yet black-brows they ſay\nBecome ſome Women beſt, ſo that there be not\nToo much hair there, but in a ſemicircle,", "Or a half-Moon made with a Pen.)", "2. Lady. Who taught this?", "Mam. I learn'd it out of Womens ſaces : pray now,", "What colour be your eye-brows?", "Lady. Blew (my Lord.)", "Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have ſeen a Ladies Note\nThat ha's been blew, but not her eye-brows.", "Lady. Heark ye,", "The Queen ( your Mother ) rounds apace ; we ſhall", "Prefent our ſervices to a fine new Prince", "One of theſe daies, and then you'l wanton with us,", "If we would have you,", "2. Lady. She is ſpread of late", "Into a goodly Bulk (good time encounter her.)", "Her. What wisdom ſtirs amongst you? Come Sir, now", "I am for you again : Pray you fit by us,", "And tell's a Tale.", "Mam. Merry, or ſad, ſhal't be ?", "Her. As merry as you will.", "Mam. A ſad Tale's beſt for VVinter :\nI have one of Sprights, and Goblin.", "Her. Let's have that ( good Sir.)", "Come-on, fit down. Come-on, and do your beſt,", "To fright me with your ſprights : you'r powerful at it.", "Mam. There was a man.", "Her. Nay, come fit down : then on.", "Mam. Dwelt by a Church-yard : I will tell it ſoftly,\nYond Crickits ſhall not hear it.", "Her. Come on then, and giv't me in mine ear.", "Enter L.", "Leon. VVas he met there ? his Train ? Camillo with\nhim?", "Lord. Behind the tuſt of Pines I met them, never\nSaw I men ſcour fo on their way : I eyed them\nEven to their Ships.", "Leo. How bleſt am I", "In my juſt Conſure ? In my true Opinion ?", "Alack, for leſſer knowledge, how accuſ'd,", "In being ſo bleſt ? There may be in the Cup", "A Spider ſteep'd, and one may drink; depart,", "And yet partake no venom ; ( for his knowledge", "Is not inſeſted ) but if one prefent", "Th' abhor'd ingrediente to his eye, make known.", "How he hath drunk, he cracks his Gorge, his ſides", "VVith violent Heaſts : I have drunk, and seen the Spider.", "Camillo was his help in this, his Pander :", "There is a Plot againſt my Life, my Crown ;", "All's true that is miſtruſed, that falſe Villain,", "VVhom I employ'd, was pree employ'd by him:", "He ha's diſcovered my D. ſigns, and I", "Remain a pinch'd Thing: yea, a very Trick", "For them to play at will : how came the Poſterns", "So eafily open?", "Lord. By his great authority,", "VVhich often have no leſs prevail'd, than ſo", "On your command.", "Leo. I know't too well.", "Give me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurſe him:\nThough he do's bear ſome ſigns of me, yet you\nHave too much blood in him.", "Her. What is this ? ſport ?", "Leo. Bear the Boy hence, he ſhall not come about her,\nAway with him, and let her ſport her ſelf", "With that ſhe's big with, for 'tis Polixenes", "Ha's made thee ſwell thus.", "Her. But I'ld ſay he had not ;", "And I'le be ſworn you would believe my ſaying,", "How e're you lean to th' Nayward.", "Leo. You (my Lords)", "Look on her, mark her well: be but about", "To ſay ſhe is a goodly Lady, and", "The Juſtice of your hearts will thereto add\n'Tis pity ſhe's not honeſt : Honourable :", "Praſe her but for this her without-dore-Form.", "( Which on my faith deferves high ſpeech ) and fraight\nThe Shrug, the Hum, or Ha, (theſ

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That mercy do's, for Calumny will fear
Vertue it self) thefe Shrugs, thefe Hum's, and Ha's,
When you have faid thefes goodly, come between
Ere you can fay thefe honest: but be't known
(From him that ha's moft caufe to grieve it ſhould be)
She's an Adultrefls.

Her. Should a Villain fay ſo,

(The moſt replenifh'd villain in the world)
He were as much more villain : you (my Lord)
Do but miſſake.

Leo. You have miſſook (my Lady)

Polixenes for Leontes : O thou thing,
(Which I'le not call a creature of thy place,
Leaſt Barbariſm (making me the precedent)
Should a like Language uſe to all degrees,
And mannerly diſtinguifhment leave out,
Betwixt the Prince and B ggar : I have faid
She's an Adultrefls, I have faid with whom :
More ; She's a Traytor, and Camillo is
A Federary with her, and one that knows
What the ſhould ſhame to know her ſelf,
But with her moſt vild Principal ; that ſhe's
A bed ſwarver, even as bad as thatſe
That vulgar give bol'it Titles; I, and privy
To this their late eſcape.

Her. No (by my life)

Privy to none of this: how will this grieve you,
When you ſhall come to clearer knowledg, that
You thus have publiſh'd me? Gentle my Lord,
You ſearce can right me throughly, then to fay
You did miſſake.

Leo. No, if I miſſake

In that ſoundings which I build upon,
The center is not big enough to bear
A School-boys Top. Away with her, to prifon :
He who ſhall ſpeak for her, is afar off guilty,
But that he ſpeaks.

Her. There's fome ill Planet reigns :
I muſt be patient, till the heavens look
With an aſpect more favourable. Good my Lords,
I am not prone to weeping (as our vain
Commonly are) the want of which vain dew
Perchance ſhall dry your pities: but I have
That honourable Grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worſe than tears drown : 'befeech you all (my Lords)
With thoughts ſo qualified as your Charities
Shall beſt inſtruct you, measure me: and ſo
The Kings Will be perform'd.

Leo. Shall I be heard ?

Her. Who is't that goes with me? beſeech your highneſs
My women may be with me, for you ſee
My plight requires it. Do not weep (good Fools)
There is no cauſe : (when you ſhall know your Miftris
Has deſerv'd Prifon, then abound in tears,
As I come out ; this action I now go on,
Is for my better grace. Adieu (my Lord)
I never with'd to ſee you forry, now
I truſt I ſhall : my women come, you have ſleave.
Leo. Go do our bidding ; hence.
Lord. Beſeech your highneſs call the Queen again.
Ant. Be certain what you do (Sir) left your Juſtice
Prove violence, in the which three great ones ſuffer,
Your ſelf, your Queen, your Son.
Lord. For her (my Lord)
I dare my life lay down, and will do't (Sir)
Pleafe you ? accept it, that the Queen is ſpottels
P'th' eyes of heaven, and to you (I mean.
In this, which you accuſe her.)

Antig. If it prove

She's otherwife, I'le keep my Stable where
I lodg my wife, I'le go in couples with her :
Then when I feel, and ſee her, no further truſt her :
For every inch of Woman in the world,
I every dram of womans fleſh is falſe,

If ſhe be.

Leo. Hold your peaces.

Lord. Good my Lord.

Antig. It is for you we ſpeak, not for our ſelves:
You are abus'd, by ſome putter on,
That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the villain,
I would Land-damn him : be the honour-flaw'd,

I have three daughters: the eideſt is eleven:
The ſecond, and the third, nine: and ſons five:
If this prove true, they'll pay tor't. By mine honour
I'le gel'd 'em ali : fourteen they ſhall not ſee

To bring falſe generations: they are co-heirs,
And I had rather glib my ſelf, that they
Should not produce fair iffue.

Leo. Ceaſe, no more.

You ſmell this buſineſs with a ſence as cold

As is a dead-mans noſe: but I do ſee', and ſeel?

As you feel doing thus : and ſee withal

The inſtruments that ſeel.

Ant. If it be ſo,

We need no grave to bury honcſty,
There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy-earth.

Leo. What ? lack I credit ?

Lord. I had rather you did lack then I (my Lord)

Upon this ground : and more it would content me
To have her honouſ true, than your ſuſpition
Be blam'd for't how you might.

Leo. Why what need we

Commune with you for this ? but rather follow

Our forceful inſtigation ? Our prerogative

Calls not your countels, but our natural goodneſs
Imparts this : which, if you, or ſtupified,
Or ſeeming ſo, in skill, cannot, or will not

Reliſh a truth, like us : inform your ſeſes

We need no more of your advice: the matter,

The loſs, the gain, the ord'ring on't,
Is all properly ours.

Ant. And I wifh (my Liegè)

You had only in your ſilent judgment try'd it,
Without more overture.

Leo. How could that be ?

Either thou art moſt ignorant by age ;
Or thou wer't born a fool : Camillo's flight
Added to their familiarity

(Which was as groſs, as ever touch'd conjecture,

That lack'd fight only, nought for approbation

But only feeing all other circumſtances

Made up to th' deed) doth pufh in this proceeding ;

Yet for a greater confirmation

(For in an action of this importance, 'twere
Moſt pitious to be wild) I have diſpatch'd in poſſ,
To ſacred Delphos, to Apollo's Temple,

Cleomines and Deon, whom you know

Of ſtuff'd ſufficiency : Now, from the Oracle

They will bring all, whole ſpiriual couſeſh had,

Shall ſtop, or ſpur me. Have I done well ?

Lord. Well done (my Lord.)

Leo. Tho I am fatiſſ'd, and need no more

Than what I know ; yet ſhall the Oracle

Give reſt to th'minds of others; ſuch as he

Whoſe ignorant credulity will not

Come up to th' truth. So we have thought it good

From our free perſon, the ſhould be confin'd,

Left that the treachery of the two, fled ſhence,

Be left her to perform. Come follow us,

We are to ſpeak in publick : for this buſineſs

Will raife us all,

Antig. To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth, were known.

Exeunt.

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## Scena Secunda.

Enter Paulina, a Gentleman, Goaler, Emilia.

Paul. The keeper of the prifon, call to him :
Let him have knowledg whom I am. Good Lady,
No Court in Europe is too good for thee,
What doft thou then in prifon? Now good Sir,
You know me, do you not?

Goa. For a worthy Lady,
And one, whom much I honour.

Pau. Pray you then,
Conduct me to the Queen.

Goa. I may not (Madam)
To the contrary I have exprefs commandment:

Pau. Here's a-do to lock up honesty and honour from
Th' accefs of gentle visitors. Is't lawful pray you
To fee her women ? any of them ? Emilia ?

Goa. So pleafe you (Madam)

To put a part thele your attendants, I
Shall bring Emilia forth.

Pau. I pray you now call her :
Withdraw your felves.

Goa. And Madam,
I muft be prefent at your conference.

Paul. Well: be't fo : prethee.
Here's such a-do, to make no ftain, a ftain,
As paffes colouring. Dear Gentlewoman,
How fares our gracious Lady ?

Emil. As well as one fo great, and fo 'forlorn
May hold together ; On her frights, and griefs
(Which never tender Lady hath born greater)
She is fomething before her time, deliver'd.

Pau. A boy ?

Emil. A daughter' and a goodly babe,
Lufty, and like to live: the Queen receives
Much comfort in't: Says, my poor prifoner,

I am innocent as you.

Pau. I dare be fworn :
Thefe dangerous, unfafe Lunes i'th' King, befrewed them,
He muſt be told on't, and he ſhall: the office
Becoms a woman beſt. I'le take it upon me,
If I prove Honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blifter.

And never to my red-look'd anger be
The Trumper any more: pray you ( Emilia )
Commend my beſt obedience to the Queen,

If the dares truſt me with her little babe,
I'le ſhew't the King, and undertake to be
Her advocate to'th' loud'it. We do not know
How he may ſoften at the fight o'th' Child :
The filence often of pure innocence

Perſwads, when ſpeaking fails.
Emil. Moſt worthy Madam,

Your honour and your goodneſs is ſo evident,
That your free undertaking cannot miſs

A thriving illuſe : there is no Lady living
So meet for this great errand ; pleafe your Ladyſhip
To visit the next room. I'le prefently

Acquaint the Queen of your moſt noble offer,
Who, but to day hammered of this deſign,
But durſt not tempt a Minifter of honour
Leaſt the ſhould be deni'd.

Paul. Tell me (Emilia) :

I'le uſe that tongue I have : If wit flow from't
As boldneſs from my boſom, let't not be doubted
I ſhall do good.

Emil. Now be you bleſſ for it.

I'le to the Queen : pleafe you come fomething nearer.

Goa. Madam if't pleafe the Queen to fend the babe,

I know not what I ſhall incur, to pafs it,
Having no warrant.

Pau. You need not fear it (lie)

This Child was prifoner to the womb, and is
By Law and procels of great Nature, thence
Free'd, and enfranchis'd, not a party to
The anger of the King, nor guilty of
( If any be ) the trefpals of the Queen.

Goa. I do believe it.

Pau. Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I
Will ſtand betwixt you, and danger.

Extau

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Leontes, Servants, Paulina, Antigonus,
and Lords.

Leo. Nor night, nor day, no reſt : it is but weakneſs

To bear the matter thus: mear weakneſs, if
The caufe were not in being : part o'th' caufe,
She, th' Adultreſs ; for the harlot-king

Is quite beyond mine arm: out of the blank
And level of my brain : plot-proof : but ſhe,
I can hook to me : ſay that ſhe were gone,

Given to the fire, a moity of my reſt
Might come to me again. Who's there ?

Ser. My Lord.

Ser. How do's the boy ?

Ser. He took good reſt to night : 'tis hop'd
His fickneſs is ditcharg'd.

Leo. To fee his noblenſes.

Conceiving the diſhonour of his Mother,
He ſtraight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply,
Faften'd, and fix'd the ſhame on't in himſelf :
Threw off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleep,

And down-right languifh'd. Leave me Solely: go,
See how he fares: ſie, ſie, no thought of him,
The very thought of my revenges that way
Recoy upon me: in himſelf too mighty,

Until a time may ſerve, for preſent vengeance

Take it on her: Camilo, and Polixenes

Laugh at me, make their paſtime at my ſorow :
They should not laugh, if I could reach them, nor
Shall ſhe, within my power.

Enter.

Enter.

Emilia.

Enter Paulina.

Lord. You muſt not enter.

Paul. Nay rather (good my Lords) be ſecond to me:
Fear you his tyrannous paffion more (alas)

Then the Queens life ? A gracious innocent Soul,
More free, than he is jealous.

Antig. That's enough.

Ser. Madam he hath not ſlept to night, commanded
None ſhould come at him.

Pau. Not (o' hot (good Sir)

I come to bring him ſleep. 'Tis ſuch as you

That creep like hounds by him, and do ſigh

At each his needleſs heavings: ſuch as you
Nourifh the caufe of his awaking. I

Do come with words, as medicinal, as true :
(Honeſt, aſeither;) to purge him of that humour,
That preſſes him from ſleep.

Leo. What noife there, hoe ?

Pau. No noife (my Lord) but needful conference,
About ſome Goffips for your Highneſs.

Leo. How?

Away with that audacious Lady. Antigonus.

I charge that thee that ſhould not come about me,
I knew ſhe would.

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Ant. I told her so (my Lord)
On your dilemmas peril and on mine,
She should not visit you.
Leo. What ? canst not rule her ?
Pau. From all diffonefly he can : in this
(Unlefs he take the courfe that you have done)
Commit me, for committing honor, trust it,
He shall not rule me :
Ant. La-you now, you hear,
When he will take the rain, I let her run,
But he'l not stnmble.
Paul. Good my Liege I come :
And I befeech you hear me : who proffesses
My felf your loyal ſervant, your Phyſtian,
Your moſt obedient Coun ſellor : yet that dares
Leſs appear ſo, in comforting your evils,
Then ſuch as moſt ſeem yours. I ſay, I come
From your good Queen.
Leo. Good Queen ?
Paul. Good Queen (my Lord) good Queen,
I ſay good Queen,
And would by combate, make her good ſo, were I
A man, the worſt about you.
Leo. Force her hence.
Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
First hand me: on mine own accord, Ple off,
But firſt ; Ple do my errand. The good Queen
(For ſhe is good) hath brought you forth a daughter,
Here ?tis: commends it to your bleſſing.
Leo. Out :
A mankild Witch ? Hence with her, out o'dore :
A moſt intelliging bawd.
Paul. Not to,
Im am aſſignant in that, as you,
In ſo entitling me: and no leſs honefi
Then you are mad: which is enough, I'le warrant
(As this world goes) to paſs for honefi.
Leo. Traitors;
Will you not pufh her out ? Give her the Baſtard,
Thou dotard, thou art woman-tir'd : unrooſted
By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the baſtard,
Tak't up, I ſay ; give't to the Croan,
Paul. For ever
Unvenerable by the hands, if thou
Tak't up the princefis, by that forced baſeneſs
Which he has put upon't,
Leo. He dreads his Wife.
Paul. So I would you did : then 'twere paſſ all doubt
You'll call your Children, yours.
Leo. A neſt of Traitors.
Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Paul. Nor 1, nor any
But one that's here: and that's himſelf; for he,
The ſacred honour of himſelf, his Queens,
His hopeful Sons, his babes betrays to flander,
Whofe ſting is ſharper than the Swords, and will not
(For as the cafe now stands, it is a curſe
He cannot be compell'd too't) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever Oak, or ſtone was found.
Leo. A Callat
Of boundleſs tongue, who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me; this brat is none of mine.
It is the ſlſue of Polixenes.
Hence with it, and together with the Dam,
Commit them to the fire.
Paul. It is yours;
And might we lay th' old Proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worſe. Behold (my Lords)
Altho the print be little, the whole Matter
And copy of the Father ; (Eye, Nofe, Lip,
The trick of his Frown, his forehead, nay, the Valley,
The pretty dimples of his Chin, and Cheek ; his Smiles
The very Mold, and frame of hand, nayl, Finger.)

And thou good Goddeſs Nature, which haſt made it
So like to him that got it, if thou haſt
The ordering of the Mind too, 'mongſt all Colours
No Yellow in't, left ſhe ſuſpect, as he do's,
Her Children, not her Husbands.
Leo. A groſs hag:
And Lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not stay her tongue.
Antig. Hang all the husbands
That cannot do that Feat, you'l leave your ſelf
Hardly or e ſubject.
Leo. Once more take her hence.
Paul. A moſt unworthy, and unnatural Lord
Can do no more.
Leo. Ple ha' thee burnt.
Paul. I care not ;
It is an Heretick that makes the ſire,
Not ſhe which burns in't. I'le not call you Tyrant ;
But this moſt cruel ſ usage of your Queen
(Not able to produce more accuration
Then your own weak-hing'd fancy ) ſomething favours
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Yea, ſcandalous to the world.
Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life ? ſhe doſt not call me ſo,
If ſhe did know me one. Away with her.
Paul. I pray you do not pufh me, Ple be gone.
Look to your Babe (my Lord) 'tis yours: Jove ſend her
A better guiding ſpirit. What need theſe hands ?
You that are thus ſo tender o're his Follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, ſo: farewel, we are gone.

Exit.

Leo: Thou (Traytor) haſt fet on thy wife to this,
My Child ? away with't ? even thou, that haſt
A heart to tender o're it, take it hence,
And fee it instantly confum'd with fire.
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight :
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done.
(And by good teſtimony) or Pled ſeize thy life,
With what thou eſſe call'it thine : if thou reſuſe,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, ſay to;
The Baſtard-brains with theſe my proper hands
Shall I daſh out : go take it to the fire,
For thou fett'ſt on thy wife.
Antig. I did not, fir.
Theſe Lords, my noble fellows, if they pleafe,
Can clear me in't.
Lords. We can ; my Royal Liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.
Leo. You're liars all.
Lord. Beſech your highneſs give us better credit :
We have always ſtruly ſerv'd you, and beſech
So to eſteem of us: and on our knees we beg,
(As recompence of our dear ſervices
Paſſ, and to come ) that you do change this purpofe,
Which being ſo horrible, ſo bloody, must
Lead on to ſome foul ſlſue. We all kneel.
Leo. I am a Father for each wind that blows : ]
Shall I live on, to fee this baſtard kneel,
And call me Feather ? better burn it now,
Then curſe it then. But be it: let it live.
It shall not neither. You fir, come you hither :
You that have been to tenderly officious
With Lady Margery, your Mid-wife there,
To fav'e this baſtards life; for 'tis a baſtard,
So ſure as this beard's gray. What will you adventure,
To fav'e this brats life?
Antig. Any thing (my Lord)
That my ability may undergo,
And noblenefs impoſe: at laſt thus much ;
Ple pawn the little blood which I have left,
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You knew of his departure, as you know\nWhat you have underſt'ne to do in's abſence.", "Her. Sir,", "You ſpeak a Language that I understand not ;", "My Life stands in the level of your Dreams,", "Which I ple lay down.", "Leo. Your actions are my Dreams,", "You had a baſtard by *Polixenes*,", "And I but dream'd it : As you were paſt all ſhame,\n(Thofe of your faſt are ſo) fo paſt all truth ;\nWhich to deny, concerns more than avails : for as\nThy brat hath been caſt out, like to it ſelf,", "No Father owning it (which is indeed", "More criminal in thee, than it ) fo thou", "Shalt feel our juſtice ; in whole eſaieſt paſſage,", "Look for no leſs than death.", "Her. Sir, ſpare your threats ;", "The bug which you would fright me with, I ſeek :", "To me can life be no commodity,", "The Crown and comfort of my Life ( your Favour )", "I do give loſſ, for I do feel it gone,", "But know not how it went. My ſecond Joy,\nAnd firſt fruits of my body, from his prefence", "I am bar'd like one infectious. My third comfort\n(Star'd moſt unluckily) is from my breſt\n(The innocent milk in it moſt innocent mouth)", "Hal'd out to murder. My ſelf on every Poſt", "Proclaim'd a Strumpet : with immoderſt hatred", "The Child-bed privileg'd deny'd which 'longs", "To women of all ſtylem : Laffily, hurried", "Here, to this place, i'ch' open air before", "I have got ſtrength of limbs. Now (my Liege)", "Tell me wat bleſſings I have here alive,", "That I should fear to die ? Therefore proceed :", "But yet hear this; miſake me not; no life,", "( I prife it not a ſtraw ) but for mine honour,", "Which I would free : if I ſhall be cond.mnd", "Upon furmi:zs ( all proofs ſleeping elſe,", "But what your Jealousies awake ) I tell you", "'Tis Rigour, and not Law. Your honours all,", "I do refer me to the Oracle :", "Apollo be my Judg.", "Lord. This your requeſt.", "Enter Dion and Cleomines.", "Is altogether juſt; therefore bring forth\n(And in Apollo's Name) his Oracle.", "Her. The Emperour of Ruffia was my Father,\nOh that he were alive, and here heholding\nHis Daughters tryal : that he did but ſee\nThe latneſs of my miſery ; yet with eyes\nOf picy, not revenge.", "Officer. You here ſhall ſwear upon the Sword of Jüſtice,\nThat you ( Cleomines and Dion ) have", "Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought\nThis ſeal'd-up Oracle, by the hand deliver'd", "Of great Apollo's Prieſt; and that ſince then,", "You have not dar'd to break the holy Seal,", "Nor read the Secrets in't.", "Cleo. Dio. All this we ſwear.", "Leo. Break up the Seals and read.", "Officer. Hermione is chaf't, Polixenes blameleſſ, Camillo\na true Subjeſt, Leontes a jealous Tyrant, his innocent I abe\ntruly begotten, and the King shall live without an Heir, if that\nwhich is loſſ, be not found.", "Lords. Now bleſſed be the great Apollo.", "Her. Praifed.", "Leo. Haſt thou read the truth ?", "Offic. I (my Lord) even so as it is here ſet down.", "Leo. There is no truth at all ? ch' oracle :", "The Sessions ſhall proceed : this is meer ſalſhood.", "Ser. My Lord the King : the King ?", "Leo. What is the buſineſs ?", "Ser. O Sir, I ſhall be hated to report it.", "The Prince your Son, with meer conceit and ſear", "Of the Queen's ſpeed, is gone.", "Leo. How ? Gone ?", "Ser. Is dead.", "Leo. Apollo's angry, and the Heavens themſelv'es", "Do Iſtrike at my injuſtice. How now there?", "Paul. This news is mortal to the Queen: Look down\nAnd fee what death is doing.", "Leo. Take her hence ;", "Her heart is but o're-charg'd; the ſwill recover.", "I have too much believ'd mine own ſuſpicion ;", "Befeech you tenderly apply to her", "Some remedies for life. Apollo pardon", "My great prophanefs 'gainſt thine oracle.", "I'le reconcile me to *Polixenes*,", "New woo my Queen, recall the good Camillo", "( Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy ; )", "For being tranſported by my Jealousies", "To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chofe", "Camillo for the Minifter, to poylon", "My friend *Polixenes* : which had been done,", "But that the good mind of Camillo tardied", "My ſwift command ; tho I with death, and with", "Reward did threaten and encourage him,", "Not doing it, and being done ; he, (moſt human,", "And fill'd with honour ) to my Kingly gueſt", "Unclap'd my praeſtice, quit his fortunes here", "Which you knew great ) and to the certain hazard", "Of all uncertainties, himſelf commended,", "No richer than his honour : How he glitſers", "Through my dark Ruſt ? and how his Piety", "Do's my deeds make the blacker ?", "Paul. Wo the while :", "O cut my lace, left my heart (cracking it)", "Break too.", "Lord. What fit is this ? Good Lady?", "Paul. What ſtudied torments (tyrant) haſt for me ?\nWhat wheels ? racks? fires? what flaying ? boyling ? burn-\nIn Leads, or Oyls ? what old, or new torture", "(ing, Muſt I receive ? whole very word deſerves", "To taſt of thy moſt worſt. Thy tyranny", "(Together working with thy Jealousies,", "Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle", "For Girls of nine ) O think what they have done,", "And then run mad indeed : ſtark mad : for all", "Thy by-gone fooleries were but ſpices for it.", "That thou betrayed'ſt *Polixenes*, 'was nothing,", "(That did but flew thee, of a Fool, inconſtant,", "And damnable ingrateful : ) Nor was't much,", "Thou would'ſt have poyſon'd good Camillo's Honour,", "To have him kill a King : poor treſpaffes,", "Y 2", {"bbox": [770, 1351, 808,

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More monstrous standing by : wherefore I reckon
The casting forth of Crows, the Baby daughter,
To be or none, or little ; tho a Devil
Would have fled water out of fire, ere don't :
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young Prince, whole honourable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender ) cleft the heart
That could conceive a grofs and foolifh Sire
Elemifh'd his gracious Dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy anfwer: but the laft : O Lords,
When I have faid, cry wo, . the Queen, the Queen,
The weef't dear'ft creature's dead : and vengeance for't
Not drop'd down yet.

Lord. The higher powers forbid.

Pau. I fay he's dead : I'le fwear't. If word, nor oath
Prevail not, go and fee : if you can bring
Tincture, or juſtre in her lip, her eye ;
Heat outwardly, or breath within, Ile ferve you
As I would do the Gods. But, O thou Tyrant,
Doft not repent theſe things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can ſir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but defpair. A thouſand knees,
Ten thouſand years together, naked, faſting,
Upon a barren Mountain, and ſtill winter
In ſtorm perpetual, could not move the Gods
To look that way thou wer't.

Leo. Go on, go on :

Thou canſt not ſpeak too much, I have deferv'd
All tongues to talk their bitter ſtife.

Lord. Say no more,

How ere the buſineſs goes, you have made fault
I' th boldneſs of your iſeape.

Pau. I am forry for't,

All faults I make, when I ſhall come to know them,
I do repent : alas, I have ſhew'd too much
The ralſneſs of a woman : he is toucht
To th' noble heart. What 's gone, and what's paſt help
Should be paſt grief: Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beſeech you, rather
Let me be puniſh'd, that have minded you
Of what you ſhould forget. Now (good my Liege )
Sir, Royal Sir, forgiſe a fooliſh woman :
The love I bore your Queen (Lo, fool again )
Ple ſpeak of her no more, nor of your Children :
I'le not remember you of my own Lord,
(Who is loft too : ) take your patience to you,
And I'le ſay nothing.

Leo. Thou didst ſpeak but well,

When moſt the truth : which I receive much better,
Than to be pitied of thee. Prethee bring me
To the dead bodies of my Queen and Son,
One grave ſhall be for both. Upon them ſhall
The cauſes of their death appear (unto
Our ſhame perpetual ) once a day, I'le viſit
The Chappel where they lie, and rears ſhed there
Shall be my recreation. So long as Nature
Will bear up with this exercise, ſo long
I daily vow to uſe it. Come and lead me
To theſe forrows.

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Antigonus, Mariner, Babe and Shepherd,
and Clown.

Ant. Thou art perfect then, our Ship hath toucht upon
The Defarts of Bohemia.

Mar. I (My Lord) and fear

We have Landed in ill time : the skies look grimly,
And threaten preſent bluſters. In my confidence

The heavens with that we have in hand, are angry,
And frown upon's.

Ant. Their ſacred wills be done; get aboard,
Look to thy bark, I'le not be long before
I call upon thee.

Mar. Make your beſt haſt, and go not
Too far i' th' Land : 'tis like to be loud weather,
Befides this place is famous for the Creatures
Of prey, that keep upon't.

Antig. Go thou away,
I'le follow inſantly.

Mar. I am glad at heart
To be ſo rid o' th' buſineſs.

Ant. Come, poor Babe ;

I have heard (but not believ'd) the ſpirits o' th' dead
May walk again : if ſuch thing be, thy Mother
Appeard to me laſt night : for ne're was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head is on one ſide, ſome another,
I never ſaw a veſſel of like ſorrow
So ſiſſ'd, and ſo becoming : in pure white Robes
Like very Sanctity he did approach
My Cabbin where I lay : thrice bow'd before me,
And (gaping to begin ſome ſpeech) her eyes;
Became two ſpouts, the ſury ſpent, anon
Did this break from her. Good Antigonus,
Since fate (againſt thy better diſpoſition )
Hath made thy perſon for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe; according to thine oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia.

There weep, and leave it crying : and for the babe
Is counted loſt for ever, Perdita

I prethee call't: For this ungentle buſineſs
Put on thee, by my Lord, thou ne're haſt ſee
Thy Wife Paulina more ? and ſo, with ſhrikes
She melted into ayr. Aſſrighted much,
I did in time collect my ſelf, and thought
This was ſo, and no ſlumber : Dreams, are toys,
Yet for this once, yea ſuperſitiously,
I w' ll be ſquar'd by this. I do believe
Hermione hath ſuffer'd death, and that
Apollo would (this being indeed the ſiſue
Of King Polixenes) it ſhould here be laid
(Either for life, or death ) upon the Earth
Of it's right Father. Blooms, ſpeed thee well,
There lie, and there thy character : there theſe,
Which may if fortune please, both breed te'ee (Pretty
And ſtill reſt thine. The ſtorm begins poor wretch,
That for thy mothers fault, art thus expos'd
To loſs, and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds : and moſt accuſt am I
To be by oath enjoyn'd to this. Farewel.
The day frowns more and more : thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never ſaw

The heavens ſo dim, by day. A favage clamour !
Well may I get a-board : This is the Chace,
I am gone for ever. Exit purſued by a Bear. Enter a Sheep.

Sheep. I would there were no age between ten and thre
and twenty, or that youth would ſleep out the reſt : for
there is nothing (in the between ) but getting wenches
with child, wronging the anciency, ſtealing, fighting,
hark you now : would any but theſe boyld brains of nine-
teen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather
They have ſcarr'd away two of my beſt Sheep, which
fear the Wolf will ſooner find than the Maſler
if any where! have them, 'tis by the ſea-ſides, braving of
Ivy. Good luck (and't be the will ) what have we here
Mercy on's, a barn ! a very pretty barn ; a boy, or a child
I wonder ? (a pretty one, a very pretty one ) ſure home
ſcape: tho I am not bookiſh, yet I can read Waitings
Gentlewoman in the ſcape : this has been ſome ſtyle
work, ſome Trunk-work, ſome behind-door work
they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing
is here. I'le take it up for pity, yet I'le carry
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till my fon come : he hollow'd but even now. Whoa-ho-hoa.

### Enter Clown.

Clo. Hilloo, loa.

Shep. What ? art so near ? If thou'nt fee a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither: what ail'it thou, man ?

Clo. I have feen two such fights, by Sea and by Land: but I am not to fay it is a Sea, for it is now the sky, bewtixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkins point.

Shep. Why boy, how is it ?

Clo. I would you did but fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore; but that's not to the point; Oh the moft piecous cry of the poor fouls, sometimes to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em: Now the Ship boaring the Moon with her main Maft, and anon fwallowed with yeft and froth, as youl'd thrust a Cork into a hogs-head. And then for the Land-service, To fee how the Bear tore out his shoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and faid his name was Antigonus a Nobleman. But to make an end of the Ship, to fee how the Sea flap dragon'd it. But firft, how the poor fouls roar'd, and the Sea mock'd them. And how the poor Gentleman roared, and the Bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the Sea, or Weather.

Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy ?

Clo. Now, now, I have not winked since I faw thefe fights, the men are not yet cold under water, nor the Bear half-dined on the Gentleman, he's at it now.

Shep. Would I had been by to have help'd the old man.

Clo. I would you had been by the ship-fide, to have helped her, there your charity would have lacked footing.

Shep. Heavy matters, heavy matters : but look thee here boy. Now blefis thy felf; thou meet'it with things dying, I with things new born. Here is a fight for thee; Look thee, a bearing-cloath for a Squires child: look thee here, take up, take up, (Boy) open't, so let's fee, it was told me I should be rich by the Fairies. This is fome Changeling; open't, what is within boy ?

Clo. You're a mad old man; If the fins of your youth are forgiven you, you are well to live. Gold, all Gold.

Shep. This is Fairy Gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with't, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are lucky ( boy ) and to be ſtill requires nothing but fecrely. Let my sheep go: Come ( good boy ) the next way home.

Clo. Go you the next way with your Findings, Ile go fee if the Bear be gone from the Gentleman, and how much he hath eaten: they are never curſi, but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'e bury it.

Shep. That's a good deed, if thou maist difcern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' fight of him.

Clo. Marry will I, and you ſhall help to put him i'th' ground.

Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'l do good deeds on't.

Exeunt.

### Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

#### Enter Time, the Chorus.

Time. I that pleafe fome, try all, both joy and terror Of good, and bad, that makes and unfolds error. Now take upon me (in the name of Time)

To uſe my wings. Impute it not a crime
To me, or my twiſt paſſage that I ſlide,
O're ſixteen years, and leave the growth untri'd
Of that wide gap, ſince it is in my power
To orethrow Law, and in one ſelf born hour
To plant, and ore-whelm Cuſtom. Let me paſſ
The fame I am, were ancient? Order was,
Or what is now receiv'd. I witneſs to
The times that brought them in, ſo ſhall I do
To th' ſrefheſt things now reigniſg, and make ſale
The glitſtering of this preſent, as my Tale
Now ſeems to it: your patience this allowing,
I turn my glaſs, and give my Scene ſuch growing
As you had flept between: Leontes leaving
Th' effects of his ſond jealousies, ſo grieving
That he ſhuts up himſelf, imagine me
(Gentle Spectators) that I now may be
In fair Bohemia, and remember well,
I mention here a ſon o'th' Kings, which Florizel
I now name to you, and with Ipeſo pace
To ſpeak of Perdita, now grown in grace
Equal with wondering. What of her enſues
I lift not propheſie: but let Times news
Be known when 'tis brought forth. A Shepherds daughter
And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is th'argument of Time: of this allow,
If ever you have ſpent time worſe, ere now :
If never yet that time himſelf doth ſay,
He wifhes earneſtly, you never may.

Exit.

### Scena Secunda.

#### Enter Polixenes and Camillo.

Pol. I pray thee (good Camillo) be no more importunatè, 'tis a ſickneſs denying thee any thing: a death to grant this.

Cam. It is fifteen years ſince I faw my Country; tho I have (for the moſt part) being aired abroad, I defiſe to lay my bones there. Befide, the penitent King (my Maſter) hath ſent for me, to whole ſeeling forrowes. I might be ſome ally (or I oreween to think so) which is another ſpur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lov'ſt me (Camillo) wiſe not out the reſt of thy ſervices, by leaving me now; the need I have of thee, thine own goodneſs hath made: better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee, thou having made me Buſineſs, (which none, (without thee) can ſuſciently manage) muſt either ſay to execute them thy ſelf, or take away with thee the very ſervices thou haſt done; which if I have not enough confidered (as too much I cannot) to be more thankful to thee, ſhall be my ſtudy, and my profit therein, the heaping friendſhips. Of that fatal Counſrey Sicilia, prethee ſpeak no more, whoſe very naming, puniſhes me with the remembrance of that penitent (as thou call'ſt him) and reconeſſed King my brother, whoſe loſs of his moſt precious Queen and Children, are even now to be a ſrefh lamented. Say to me, when Iaw'ſt thou the Prince Florizel my ſon? Kings are no leſs unhappy, their illue not being gracious, than they are in loſing them, when they have approved their vertues.

Cam. Sir it is three days ſince I faw the Prince; what his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have (miffingly) noted, he is of late much retired from Court, and is leſt frequent to his Princely exerciſes than formerly he hath appeared.

Pol. I have confidered ſo much (Camillo) and with ſome care to ſar, that I have eyes under my ſervicè, which look upon his removedneſs; from whom I have

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this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a
most homely Shepherd; a man (they fay) that from very
nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is
grown into an unpeakable estate.

Cam. I have heard (Sir) of such a man, who hath a
Daughter of most rare note; the report of her is extended
more, than can be thought to begin from such a cortage.

Pol. That's likewife part of my intelligence; but (I
fear) the Angle that plucks our Son thither. Thou
halt accompany us to the place, where we will (not ap-
pearing what we are) have some question with the Shep-
herd; from whose simplicity, I think it not uneafie to get
the caufe of my Sons reforf thither. Prethee be my pre-
fent partner in this buſeinesſ, and lay afide the thoughts of
Sicilia.

Cam. I willingly obey your command.

Pol. My beſt Camillo, we muſt diſguſe our ſelves. Exit.

## Scena Tertia.

### Enter Autolicus singing.

When Daffadils begin to peer,
With heigh the Doxy over the dale,
Why then comes in the SWEET O'ER year.
For the red blood reigns in the Winters pale.

The white Sjeet bleaching on the hedge,
With hey the Sjeet Birds, O how they ſing:
Doth fit my pugging tooth an edg,
For a quart of Ale is a diſt for a King.

The Lark that tirra Lyrachaunts,
With heigh, with heigh the Thruff and the Lay:
Are Summers ſongs for me and my Aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the bay.

I have ſerv'd Prince Florizel, and in my time wore three
pile, but now I am out of ſervice.

But shall I go mourn for that (my dear)
the pale Moon ſhines by night:
And when I wand'r here and there,
I then do moſt go right.
If Tinkers may have leave to live,
and bear the Show-skin Bowget,
Then my account I well may give,
and in the Stocks avouch it.

My Traffick is ſheets; when the Kite builds, look to lef-
fer Linnen. My Father nam'd me Autolicus, who being
(as I am) littet'd under Mercury, was likewife a Snapper-
up of unconfidered trifles: With Die and Drab, I pur-
chas'd Caparifon, and my Revenue is the filly Cheat,
Gallows, and Knock, are too powerful on the High-
way, Beating and Hanging are Terrors to me: For the
life to come, I ſleep out the thought of it. A prize, a
prize.

### Enter Clown.

Cl. Let me fee, every Leaven-weather todds, every told
yields pound and odd ſhillings: fifteen hundred ſhorn,
which comes the Wool to?

Aut. If the SPRING hold, the Cock's mine.

Clo. I cannot do it without Compters. Let me fee,
what am I to buy for our Sheep-fhearing-Feaſt? Three
pound of Sugar, five pound of Currence, Rice: What
will this Sifter of mine do with Rice? but my Father hath
made her Miſtrſs of the Feaſt, and ſhe lays it on. She

hath made me four and twenty Noſt-gays for the Sheares
(three-man ſong-men, all, and very good ones) but they
are moſt of them Means and Baſes; but one Puritan
mong them, and he ſings Pialsms to horn-Pipes. I muſt
have Saffron to colour the Warden Pies, Mace: Dates,
none: that's out of my note: Nutmegs, lemons; a Race
or two of Ginger, but that I may beg: Four pound at
Prewyns, and as many of Reafons o' th' Sun.

Aut. Oh, that ever I was born.

Clo. I'ch' name of me.

Aut. Oh help me, help me: pluck but off the rags; and
then, Death, Death.

Clo. Alack poor Soul, thou haſt need of more rags to
lay on thee, rather than have theſe off.

Aut. Oh fir, the loathſonneſs of them offends me; more
than the ſtripes I have received, which are mighty one
and millions.

Cl. Alas poor man, a million of beating may come to
a great matrer.

Aut. I am rob'd fir, and beaten: my money and app-
rel tane from me, and theſe detestable things put upon
me.

Clo. What, by a Horſe-man, or a Foot-man?

Aut. A Foot-man (sweet fir) a Foot-man.

Clo. Indeed, he ſhould be a Foorman, by the Garments
he has left with thee; if this be a Horinſans Coat, it has
been very hot ſervice. Lend me thy hand, I'll help the
Come lend me thy hand.

Aut. Oh good fir, tenderly, oh.

Cl. Alas poor Soul.

Aut. Oh good fir, sofſtly, good fir: I fear (fir) my
Shoulder-blade is out.

Clo. How now? canſt stand?

Aut. Sofſtly, dear fir; good fir, sofſtly; you hi deme
me a charitable office.

Clo. Doft lack any money: I have a little money fir
thce.

Aut. No, good Sjeet fir: iо, I beſeech you fir; I have
a Kinfman not pafft three quarters of a Mile hence, nam-
whom I was going; I ſhall there have money, or any thing
I want: Oſer me no money I pray you, that kills my
heart.

Clo. What manner of Fellow was he that rob'd
you?

Aut. A Fellow (Sir) that I have known to go ebon
with Trol-my-dames: I knew him once a Stranger
of the Prince: I cannot tell good fir, for which of his
Vertues it was, but he was certainly Whipt out of the
Court.

Clo. His vices you would ſay; there's no Vertue who
out of the Court; they cheriſh it to make it ſay there
and yet it will no more but abide.

Aut. Vices I would ſay (Sir) I know this man well, he
hath been ſince an Ape-bearer, then a Proceſſer, (or
Bailiff) then he compaſſ a Motion of the Prodigal Son
and married a Tinkers wife, within a mile where my Lads
and Living lies; and (having flown over many known
profeſsions) he fetled only in Rogue; some call him the
tolicus.

Clo. Out upon him; Prig, for my life Prig; he hau'd
Wakes, Fairs, and Bear-baitings.

Aut. Very true fir; he fir he; that's the Rogue that
put me into this apparel.

Clo. Not a more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia; but
you had but look'd big, and ſpit at him, he'd have
run.

Aut. I muſt confes to you (fir) I am no fighter; I am
ſaſle of heart that way, and that he knew I warrant him

Clo. How do you do now?

Aut. Sweet fir, much better than I was; I can stand, and
walk; I will even take my leave of you, and pace ſoftly
towards my Kinfmans.

Clo. Shall I bring thee on thy way?

Aut. No, good fac'd fir, no Sjeet fir.

The third part of King Henry the Sixth.

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PembroOK and STafford, you in our behalf
Go levy Men, and make prepare for War;
They are already, or quickly will be landed :
My self in Person will befreight follow you.

[Exit Pembrook and Stafford.

But e're I go, *Haftings* and *Mountague*

Refolve my doubt, you 'twain of all the reft
Are near to Warwick, by blood and by allyance :
Tell me, if you love Warwick, more than me;

If it be so, then both depart to him:
I rather with you Foes, than hollow Friends.

But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
Give me all assurance with some Friendly Vow,
That I may never haue you in sufpect.

Mount. So God help Mountague, as he proves true.

Haft. And *Haftings*, as he favours Edwards Caufe.

King. Now, Brother Richard, will you stand by us?

Rich. I, in despfight of all that shall withstand you.

King. Why so: then am I fure of Victory.

Now therefore let us hence, and lofe no hour,

Till we meet Warwick, with his forreign Power.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Warwick, and Oxford in England, with French Souldiers.

War. Truſt me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well,
The common people by numbers swarm to us.

Enter Clarence and Somerſet.

But fee where Somerſet and Clarence comes,
Speak suddenly, my Lords, are we all Friends?

Clar. Fear not that, my Lord.

War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
And welcome Somerſet : I hold it Cowardize,

To reſt miſtruſtful, where a Noble Heart
Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in ſign of Love :
Elſe might I think, that Clarence, Edwards Brother,
Were but a ſained Friend to our proceedings :

But welcome ſweet Clarence, my Daughters ſhall be thine.

And now, what reſts? but in Nights Coverture,
Thy Brother being careſleſt encamp'd,
His Souldiers lurking in the Town about,
And but attended by a ſimple Guard,

We may ſurprize and take him at our ſpleaſure,
Our Scouts have found the adventure very ealie :

That as *Ulyſes*, and *flout Diomede*

With ſleight end manhood ſtole to Theſeus Tents,
And brought from thence the Thraćian fatal Steeds ;

So we, well covered with the Nights black Mantle,

At unawares may beat down Edwards Guard,

And ſeize himſelf: I ſay not, ſlaughter him,

For I intend but only to ſurprize him.

You that will follow me to this attempt,

Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader.

[They all cry Henry.

Why then, lets on our way in ſilent ſort,

For Warwick and his Friends, God and Saint George.

[Exeunt.]

Enter the Watchmen to guard the Kings Tent.

1. Watch. Come on my Maſters, each man take his ſtand,
The King by this, is ſet him down to ſleep.

2. Watch. What, will he not to Bed?

1 Watch. Why, no: for he hath made a ſolemn Vow,
Never to lie and take his natural Reſt,

Till Warwick, or himſelf, be quite ſuppreſt.

2. Watch. To morrow then belike ſhall be the day,
If Warwick be ſo near as men report.

3. Watch. But ſay, I pray, what Nobleman is that,
That with the King here reſteth in his Tent?

1. War. 'Tis the Lord *Haftings*, the Kings chiefet Friend.

3. Watch. O, is it fo ? but why commands the King,
That his chief followers lodg in Towns about him,

While he himſelf keeps in the cold Field?

2. Wa. 'Tis the more honour, becaueſe the more dangerous

3. Watch. I, but give me worſhip and quietneſt,
I like it better than a dangerous Honour,
If Warwick knew in what eſtate he ſtands,

'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.

1. War. Unleſs our Halberds did flut up his paffage.

2. Wat. I: wherefore eſſe guard we this Royal Tent,
But to defend his Perſon from Night-foes?

Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerſet, and French Souldiers, ſilent all.

War. This is his Tent, and fee where ſtands his Guard?
Courage my Maſters: Honour now or never:
But follow me, and Edward ſhall be ours.

1. Wat. Who goes there?

2. Watch. Stay or thou dyeft.

Warwick and the reſt cry all, Warwick, Warwick, we
ſet upon the Guard, who fly, crying, *Arms, Arms, Warwick and the reſt following them.*

The Drum playing, and Trumpet founding.

Enter Warwick, Somerſet, and the reſt, bringing the Lin
out in a Cown, fitting in a Chair: Richard and Haſtique
fly over the Stage.

Som. What are they that fly there?

War. Richard and *Haftings*, let them go, here is the Duke.

King Edw. The Duke ?

Why Warwick, when we parted,
Thou call'd me King.

War. I, but the cafe is alter'd.

When you diſprac'd me in my Embellſade,
Then I degraded you from being King,

And come now to create you Duke of Tork,

Alas how ſhould you govern any Kingdom,
That know not how to uſe Embaſſators,

Nor how to be contented with one Wife,
Nor how to uſe your Brothers brotherly,

Nor how to ſudy for the Peoples welfare,
Nor how to ſhrowd your ſelf from Enemies?

King Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,
Art thou here too ?

Nay then I fee, that Edward needs muſt down.

Yet Warwick, in despight of all miſchance,
Of thee thy ſelf, and all thy Complices,

Edward will always bear himſelf as King:

Though Fortunes malice overthrow my State,
My mind exceeds the compaſs of her Wheel.

War. Then for his mind, be Edward Edwards King

Takes off his Crown.

But Henry now ſhall wear the English Crown,
And be true King indeed: thou but a ſhadow.

My Lord of Somerſet, at my requeſt,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd

Unto my Brother Arch-Bifop of Tork:

When I have fought with Pembrook, and his Fellows,
Ile follow you, and tell what anſwer
Lewes and the Lady Bona ſend to him.

Now for a while farewel good Duke of Tork,

They lead him out forſeably.

K. Ed. What Fates impoſe that men muſt needs abide?

It boots not to reſift both Wind and Tide.

Oxſ. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do,
But march to London with our Souldiers?

War. I, that's the firſt thing that we have to do,
To free King Henry from Impriflion,
And fee him feated in the Regal Thrope.

[Exeunt]

Enter Rivers, and the Lady Gray.

Riv. Madam, what makes you in this ſudden change?
Gray.

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King. Come hither, Englands Hope :

Lays his Hand on his Head.

If secret Powers fugeft but truth
To my divining Thoughts,
This pretty Lad will prove our Countries blifs.
His looks are full of peaceful Majefty,
His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown,
His hand to weld a Scepter, and himſelf
Likely in time to bleſs a Regal Throne:
Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he
Muſt help you more, than you are hurt by me.

Enter a Poſt.

War. What news, my Friend ?

Poſt. That Edward is eſcaped from your Brother,
And fled (as he hears ſince) to Burgundy.

War. Unfavory news: but how made he eſcape ?

Poſt. He was convey'd by Richard, Duke of Gloſter,
And the Lord Haſtings, who attended him
In ſecret ambuſh, on the Foreſt ſide,

And from the Biſhops Huntſmen reſcu'd him :

For Hunting was his daily Exerciſe.

War. My Brother was too careſls of his charge.

But let us hence, my Soveraign, to provide

A Salve for any Sore, that may betide. [Exeunt]

Manet Somerſet, Richmond, and Oxford.

Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edwards :

For doubtles Burgundy will yield him help,

And we ſhall have more Wars before't be long.

As Hemries late prefaging Prophecy

Did glad my Heart, with hope of this young Richmond;

So doth my Heart, miſ-give me, in theſe Conflicts

What may befall him, to his harm and ours.

Therefore, Lord Oxford to prevent the worſt,

Forthwith we'll ſend him hence to Britany,

Till ſtorms be paſt of Civil Enmity.

Oſx. I: for if Edward re-poffels the Crown,

'Tis like that Richmond with the reſt ſhall down.

Som. Is ſhall be ſo: he ſhall to Britany.

Come therefore, let's about it ſpeedily. [Exeunt]

Enter Edward, Richard, Haſtings, and Souldiers.

Ed. Now Brother Richard, Lord Haſtings, and the reſt,

Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,

And ſays, that once more I ſhall enterechange

My wained State, for Henry's Regal Crown.

Well have we paſ'd, and now repaſ'd the Seas,

And brought deſired help from Burgundy.

What then remains, we being thus arriv'd

From Raven/purgh Haven, before the Gates of York,

But that we enter, as into our Dukedom ?

Rich. The Gates made ſaſt ?

Brother, I like not this.

For many men that ſtumble at the Threſhold,

Are well fore-told, that danger lurks within.

Ed. Tuſh man, aboadments muſt not now affright us :

By fair or foul means we muſt enter in,

For hither will our Friends repair to us.

Haſt. My Liege, Ile knock once more to ſummon them.

Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.

Mayor. My Lords,

We were ſore-warned of your coming,

And flut the Gates, for ſafety of our ſelves ;

For now we owe Allegiance unto Henry.

Edw. But, Maſter Mayor, if Henry be your King,

Yet Edward, at the leaſt, is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no leſs.

Ed. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedom,
As being well content with that alone.

Rich. But when the Fox has once got in his Noſe,
All ſoon find means to make the Body follow.

H Haſt. Why, Maſter Mayor, why ſtand you in a doubt ?

Open the Gates, we are King Hemries Friends.

Mayor. I, ſay you ſo ? the Gates ſhall then be opened.

He deſeends.

Rich. A wife ſout Captain, and ſoon perſwaded.

Haſt. The good old man would ſain that all were well
So 'twere not long of him : but being entred,
I doubt not I, but we ſhall ſoon perſwade
Both him, and all his Brothers, unto Reaſon.

Enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen.

Edw. So, Maſter Mayor: theſe Gates muſt not be flint.
But in the Night, or in the time of War.

What, fear not man, but yield me up the Keys,
Takes his Keys.

For Edward will defend the Town, and thee,
And all theſe Friends, that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Mountgomery, with Drum and Souldiers.

Rich. Brother, this is Sir John Mountgomery,
Our truſty Friend, unleſs I be deceiv'd.

Edw. Welcome Sir John: but why come you in Attn

Mount. To help King Edward in his time of ſtorm,
As every Loyal Subject ought to do.

Edw. Thanks, good Mountgomery :

But we now forget the Title to the Crown,

And only claim our Dukedom,

Till God płaſe to ſend the reſt.

Mount. Then fare you well, for I will hence again,
I came to ſerve a King, and not a Duke:

Drummer ſtrike up, and let us March away.

The Drum begins to March.

Edw. Nay ſay, Sir John, a while, and well debat
By what ſaſt means the Crown may be recover'd.

Mount. What talk you of debating ? in few words,

If you'l not here proclaim my ſelf our King,

I'le leave you to your Fortune, and be gone,

To keep them back, that come to ſuccour you.

Why ſhall we fight, if you pretend no Title?

Rich. Why Brother, wherefore I ſtand you on nice pain

Edw. When we grow ſtronger,

Then we'll make our Claim :

Till then, 'tis Wِſdome to conceal our meaning.

Haſt. A way with ſcrupulous Wit, now Arms muſt

Rich. And fear leſs minds climb ſooneſt unto Crowns

Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand,

The bruit thereof will bring you many Friends.

Edw. Then be it as you will : for 'tis my right,
And Henry but uſurps the Diadem.

Mount. I, now my Soveraign ſpeaketh like himſelf,
And now will I be Edwards Champion.

Haſt. Sound Trumpet, Edward ſhall be here proclaim'd
Come, Fellow Souldier, make thou Proclamation.

Flourish.

Sound.

Soul, Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of
England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.

Mount. And whoſe're gain-ſays King Edwards right,
By this I challenge him to ſingle Fight.

Throws down his Gauntlets.

All. Long live Edward the Fourth.

Ed. Thanks brave Mountgomery.

And thanks unto you all :

If Fortune ſerve me, I'le re quite this Kindneſs.

Now for this Night, let's harbour here at York:

And when the Morning Sun ſhall raſe his Carr

Above the Border of this Horizon,

We'll forward towards Warwick, and his Mates ;

For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier,

Ah ſroward Clarence, how evil it beſeems thee,
To flatter Henry, and forſake thy Brother?

Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick,

Come on brave Souldiers: doubt not of the Day,

And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt

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Strike up the Drum, cry courage, and away.

[Exeunt.]

March. Enter the Queen, young Edward, Somerfet, Oxford, and Souldiers.

Qu. Great Lords, wife men ne're fit and wail their lofs,
But clearly feek how to redrefs their harms.
What though the Maſt be now blown over-board,
The Cable broke, the holding-Ancor loſt,
And half our Sailors ſwallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our Pilot ſtill. Is't meet, that he
Should leave the Helm, and like a fearful Lad,
With tearful Eyes add Water to the Sea,
And give more ſtrength to that which hath too much,
Whiles in his moan, the Ship ſplits on the Rock,
Which induſtry and courage might have fav'd?
Ah what a ſhame, ah what a fault were this.

Say, Warwick was our Anchor: what of that?
And Mountague our top-Maſt: what of him?

Our laugherd friends, the tackles: what of these?
Why is not Oxford here another Anchor?

And Somerſet, another goodly Maſt?

The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings?

And though unskilful, why not Ned and I,

For once allow'd the skilful Pilots Charge?

We will not from the Helm to fit and weep,

But keep our Courſe (though the rough Wind ſay no)
from Shelves and Rocks, that threaten us with Wrack.
As good to chide the Waves, as ſpeak them fair.

And what is Edward, but a ruthleſt Sea?

What Clarence, but a quick-fand of Deceit?

And Richard, but a raged fatal Rock?

All these, the Enemies to our poor Bark.

Say you can ſwim, alas, it's but a while:

Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly ſink,

Betride the Rock, the Tyde will waff you off,

Orelfe you famih, that's a three-fold Death.

This ſpeak I (Lords) to let you underſand,

In cafe ſome one of you would flye from us,

That there's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers,

More than with ruthleſt VVaves, with Sands and Rocks.

Why courage then, what cannot be avoided,

Twere childiſh weakneſs to lament, or fear.

Prin. Methinks a VVoman of this valiant Spirit,

Should, if a Coward heard her ſpeak these words,

Infue his Breake, and fearfull Man,

And make him, naked, foyl a Man at Arms.

I ſpeak not this, as doubting any here :

For did I but ſuſpect a ſtearful Man,

He ſhould have leave to go away betimes,

Left in our need he might infect another,

And make him of like ſpirit to himself.

If any ſuch be here, as God forbid,

Let him depart before we need his help.

Oſx. VVomen and Children of so high a Courage,

and VVarriers faint, why 'twere perpetual ſhame,

Oh brave young Prince: thy famous Grandfather

Doh live again in thee; long may't thou live,

To bear his Image, and renew his Glories.

Som. And he that will not fight for ſuch a hope,

Go home to Bed, and like the Owl by day,

If he arife, be mock'd and wondred at.

Qu. Thanks gentle Somerſet, ſweet Oxford thanks.

Prin. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Moſſenger.

Nef. Prepare you Lords, for Edward is at hand,
Ready to fight: therefore be refolute.

Oſx. I thought no leſs, it is his Policy,
To haſt thus ſaſt, to find us unprovided.

Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readineſs.

Queen. This chears my Heart, to fee your forwardneſs.

Oſx. Here pitch our Battel, hence we will not budge.

March. Enter Edward, Richard, Clarence, and Souldiers.

Ed. Brave followers, yonder ſtands the thorny VVood
VVhich by Heavens afflance, and your ſtrength,
Muſt by the Roots be hewn up yet e're Night.

I need not add more fuel to your fire,

For well I wot, ye blaze, to burn them out.

Give ſignal to the fight, and to it, Lords.

Qu. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what ſhould I ſay,
My tears gainſay: for every word I ſpeak,
Ye fee I drink the water of my Eye.

Therefore no more but this: Henry your Soveraign
Is Prifoner to the Foe, his State uſurp'd,

His Realm a Slaughter-houſe, his ſubjects ſlain,

His Statutes cancell'd, and his Treasure ſpent:

And yonder is the VVolf, that makes this ſpoyl.

You fight in Juſtice: Then in Gods Name, Lords,

Be valiant, and give ſignal to the fight.

Alarum, Retreat, Excursions.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Edward, Richard, Queen, Clarence, Oxford, Somerſet.

Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous Broyls.

Away with Oxford to Hames Caſtle ſtraight:

For Somerſet, off with his guilty Head.

Go bear them hence, I will not hear them ſpeak.

Oſx. For my part, I'le not trouble thee with words.

Som. Nor I, but ſtoop with patience to my fortune.

Queen. So part we fadly in this troublous world,

To meet with Joy in ſweet Feruſalem.

Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Edward

Shall have a high reward, and he his Life?

Rich. It is, and Ioe where youthful Edward comes.

Enter the Prince.

Edw. Bring forth the Gallant, let us hear him ſpeak.

What? can I young a Thorn begin to prick?

Edward, what ſatisfaction canſt thou make,

For bearing Arms, for ſtriring up my ſubjects,

And all the trouble thou haſt turn'd me to?

Prin. Speak like a Subject, proud ambitious York.

Suppofe that I am now my Fathers Mouth,

Reſign thy Chair, and where I ſtand kneel thou,

Whil't I propofe the ſelf-fame words to thee,

Which (Traytor) thou would't: have me anſwer to:

Queen. Ah, that thy Father had been ſo refoly'd.

Rich. That you might ſtill have worn the Petticoat,

And ne're have ſtoln the Breech from Lancaſter.

Prin. Let Æſop Fable in a Winters Night,

His Currifh Riddles forts not with this place.

Rich. By Heaven, Brat, Ple plague ye for that word.

Queen. I, thou waſt born to be a plague to Men.

Rich. For Gods ſake, take away this Captive ſcold.

Prin. Nay, take away this ſcolding Crook-back, rather.

Edw. Peace wilful Boy, or I will charm your Tongue.

Clar. Untutor'd Lad, thou art too malapert.

Prin. I know my duty, you are al undutiful:

Lafcivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,

And thou miſ-lhapen Dick, I tell ye all,

I am your better, Traytors as ye are.

And thou uſurp't my Fathers right and mine.

Edw. Take that, the likenefs of this Rayler here.

[Stabs him.]

Rich. Sprawl't thou ? take that, to end thy agony.

[Rich. Stabs him.]

Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

[Clar. Stabs him.]

Queen. Oh, kill me too.

Rich.

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O Traytors, Murderers !", "They that flabb'd Cæsar, ſhed no blood at all :", "Did not offend, nor were not worthy Blame,", "If this foul deed were by, to equal it.", "He was a Man ; this (in reſpect) a Child,", "And Men ne're ſpend their fury on a Child.", "What's worſe than Murth'r, that I may name it ?", "No, no, my Heart will burſt, and if I ſpeak,", "And I will ſpeak, that ſo my Heart may burſt.", "Butchers and Villains, bloody Cannibals,", "How ſweet a Plant have you untimely cropt:", "You have no Children (Butchers) if you had,", "The thought of them would have ſtrir'd up remorſe ;", "But if you ever chance to have a Child,", "Look in his youth to have him ſo cut off.", "As deathſmen you have rid this ſweet young Prince.", "King. Away with her, go bear her hence perſorce.", "Queen. Nay, never bear me hence, disſpath me here:", "Here feath thy Sword, I'le pardon thee my death:", "What ? wilt thou not ? then Clarence do it thou.", "Clar. By Heaven, I will not do the ſo much eafe.", "Queen. Good Clarence do, ſweet Clarence do thou it.", "Clar. Did'ſt thou not hear me ſwear I would not do it ?", "Queen. I but thou uſeſt to forſwear thy ſelf.", "'Twas ſin before, but now 'tis Charity.", "What wilt thou not ? where is that devil's Butcher Richard,", "Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou ?", "Thou art not here: Murther is thy Almsdeed.", "Petitioner for Blood thou ne're pull'ſt back.", "Edw. Away I ſay, I charge ye bear her hence.", "Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this Prince.", "[Exit Queen.", "Edw. Where's Richard gone.", "Cla. To London all in poſt, and as I gueſſs,", "To make a bloody Supper in the Tower ?", "Edw. He's ſudden if a thing comes in his head,", "Now march we hence, diſcharge the common ſort", "With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,", "And fee our gentle Queen how well the fares,", "By this (I hope) she hath a Son for me.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Henry the Sixth, and Richard, with the Lieutenant\non the Walls.", "Rich. Good day, my Lord, what at your Book ſo hard ?", "Hen. I my good Lord: my Lord, I ſhould ſay rather,", "'Tis ſin to flatter, Good was little better :", "Good Gloſer, and Good Devil, were alike,", "And both propoſterous : therefore, not Good Lord.", "Rich. Sirrah, leave us to our ſelves, we muſt confer.", "Hen. So flies the wreakleſs shepherd from the Wolf,", "So firſt the harmleſs Sheep doth yield his Fleece,", "And next his Throat unto the Butchers Knife,", "What Scene of Death hath Roffius to aſt ?", "Rich. Sufpition always haunts the guilty mind,", "The Thief doth fear each buſh an Officer.", "Hen. The Bird that hath been limed in a buſh;", "With trembling Wings miſdoubteth every buſh;", "And I the helpleſs Male to one ſweet Bird,", "Have now the fatal Object in my Eye,", "Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught and kill'd.", "Rich. Why what a peeviſh Fool was that of Creet,", "That taught his Son the Office of a Fowl,\nAnd yet for all his Wings, the Fool was droun'd.", "Hen. I, Dadalus, my poor Boy, Icarus,", "Thy Father, Minos, that deny'd our course,", "The Sun that fear'd the wings of my ſweet Boy.", "Thy Brother Edward, and thy ſelf, the Sea", "Whofe envious Gulf did fellow up his life:", "Ah, kill me with thy Weapon, not with words,", "My Breſt can better brook thy Daggers point,", "Than can my Ears that Tragick Hiltory.", "But wherefore doſt thou come ? Is't for my Life?", "Rich. Think'ſt thou I am an Executioner ?", "Hen. A Perſecutor I am ſure thou art,", "If furthering Innocents be Executing,", "Why then thou art an Executioner ?", "Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his preſumption.", "Hen. Had ſt thou been kill'd when firſt thou didst", "Thou had'ſt not liv'd to kill a Son of mine:", "And thus I prophesy that many a thouſand,", "Which now miſtruſt no parcel of my fear,", "And many an Old-mans ſigh, and many a Widows,", "And many an Orphans Water-flanding-eye,", "Men for their Sons, Wives for their Husbands ſat,", "And Orphans, for their Parents timeleſs death,", "Shall rue the hour that ever thou waſt born.", "The Owl ſhrick'd at thy birth, an evil ſign,", "The Night-Crow cry'd, abodding luckleſs time,", "Dogs how'd, and hideous tempeſt hook down TRE:", "The Raven rook'd her on the Chimneys top,", "And chatt'ring Pies in diſmal Diſcords ſung:", "Thy Mother felt more than a Mothers pain,", "And yet brought forth leſts from a Mothers hope,", "To wit, an indigedſed deſorm'd lump,", "Not like the fruit of ſuch a goodly Tree.", "Teeth had'ſt thou in thy head, when thou was't born.", "To ſigniſe, thou cam'ſt to bite the world:", "And if the reſt be true which I have heard,", "Thou cam'ſt—", "Rich. Ple hear no more :", "Die Prophet in thy ſpeech,", "For this (among't the reſt) was I ordain'd.", "Hen. I, and for much more ſlaughter after this,", "O God forgive my fins, and pardon thee.", "Rich. What ? will the aſpiring blood of Lancioſa", "Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have mounted", "See how my Sword weeps for the poor Kings death.", "O may ſuch purple tears be alway ſhed", "From thate that with the downſal of our Hous[e].", "If any ſpark of life be yet remaining:", "Down, down to Hell, and ſay I ſent thee thither.", {"bbox": [967, 962, 1031,

Counting my self but bad, till I be beft.
Ple throw thy body in another room,
And triumph Henry in thy day of Doom.

[Exër.]

Enter King, Queen, Clarence, Richard, Haftings, Nurfe,
and Attendants.

King. Once more we fit in England's Royal Throne,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of Enemies:
What valiant Foe-men, like to Autumns Corn,
Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Somerſet, threefold Renown,
For hardy and undoubted Champions:
Two Clifford's, as the Father and the Son,
And two Northumberland's: two braver Men,
Ne're ſpurr'd their Courſers at the Trumpets found.
With them, the two brave Bears, Warwick and Mountague,
That in their Chains fetter'd the Kingly Lion,
And made the Forreft tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we ſwept Sufpition from our Seat,
And made our footſtool of Security.
Come hither Bef, and let me kifs my Boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine Uncles, and my self,
Have in our Armors watch'd the Winter night,
Went all afoot in Summers ſcalding heat,
That thou might't ſeppoffeſs the Crown in peace,
And of our Labours thou ſhalt reap the gain.

Rich. Ile blaſt his harveſt, if your Head were laid,
For I yet am not look'd on in the world.
This Shoulder was ordain'd ſo thick, to heave,
And heave it ſhall ſome weight, or break my back,
Work thou the way, and that ſhall execute.
King. Clavence and Gloſter, love my lovely Queen,
And kifs your Princely Nephew, Brothers both.
Clar. The duty that I owe your Majeſt,
I Seal upon the lips of this ſweet Babe.
King. Thanks, Noble Clavence, worthy Brother, thanks.
Ri. And that I love the Tree from whence thou ſprang'st,
Witneſs the loving kifs I give the Fruit:
To fay the truth, ſo Judas kift his Maſter,
And cried, all hail, when as he meant all harm.
King. Now am I feated as my Soul delights,
Having my Countries peace, and Brothers loves.
Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
Reynard her Father, to the King of France
Hath pawnd the Sicils and Jeruſalem,
And hither have they ſent it for her Ranſom.
King. Away with her, and waſt her hence to France:
And now what reſts, but that we ſpend the time
With Stately Triumphs, mirthful Comick ſhews,
Such as beſts the pleafure of the Court.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, farewel ſower annoy,
For here I hope begins our laſting joy.

[Exeunt omnes.]

THE

The Life and Death of Richard the Third.

*Enter Richard Duke of Gloster.*

Rich. Stay you that bear the Coarſe, and fet it down.
Anne. What black Magician conjures up this Fiend,
To ſtop devoted charitable deeds?
Rich. Villains, fet down the Coarſe; or by St. Paul,
Ile make a Coarſe of him that diſobeſ.
Gen. My Lord, ſtand back, and let the Coffin pafs.
Rich. Unmanner'd Dog,

Stand thou when I command :
Advance thy Halbert higher than my Breast,
Or by St. Paul, I'le ſtrike thee to my Foot,
And spurn upon thee, Beggar, for thy boldneſs.
Anne. What do you tremble ? are you all afraid ?
Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortal,
And Mortal Eyes cannot endure the Devil.
Avant thou dreadful Minifter of Hell;
Thou had'it but power over his Mortal Body,
His Soul thou canſt not have ; therefore be gone.
Rich. Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not ſo curſt.
Anne. Foul Devil,

For God's fake hence, and trouble us not,
For thou haſt made the happy Earth thy Hell :
Fill'd it with curling cries, and deep exclaims :
If thou delight to view thy hainous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy Butcheries.
Oh Gentlemen, fee, fee dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed a-fresh.
Bluſh, bluſh, thou lump of foul Deformity :
For 'tis thy prefence that exhales this Blood
From cold and empty Veins, where no blood dwells.
Thy deeds inhumane and unnatural
Provoke this Deluge moſt unnatural.

O God! which this Blood mad'ft, revenge his Death:
O Earth! which this Blood drink'ft, revenge his Death.
Either Heav'n with Lightning ſtrike the Murth'rer dead,
Or Earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick,
As thou doſt ſwallow up this good Kings Blood,
Which this Hell-govern'd arm hath butchered.
Rich. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity,
Which renders good for bad, Bleſſings for Curſes.
Anne. Villain, thou know'ft nor law of God nor Man,
No Beaſt ſo fierce, but knows ſome touch of pity.
Rich. But I know none, and therefore am no Beaſt.
Anne. O wonderful, when Devils tell the truth!
Rich. More wonderful, when Angels are ſo angry:
Vouchſafe (divine perſection of a Woman)
Of theſe ſuppoſed Crimes, to give me leave,
By circumſtance, but to acquit my ſelf.
Anne. Vouchſafe (diffus'd inſection of a Man)
Of theſe known evils, but to give me leave
By circumſtance, to curſe thy curſed Self.
Rich. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leſure to excufe my ſelf.
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee,
Thou can'ſt make no excufe currant,
But to hang thy ſelf.

Rich. By ſuch deſpair, I ſhould accuſe my ſelf.
Anne. And by deſpairing ſhalt thou ſtand excuſed,
For doing worthy Vengeance on thy ſelf,
That did'ſt unworthy ſlaughter upon others.
Rich. Say, that I flew them not.
Anne. Then ſay, they were not ſlain :
But dead they are, and, devililh ſlave, by thee.
Rich. I did not kill your Husband.
Anne. Why then he is alive.
Rich. Nay, he is dead, and ſlain by Edward's hands.
Anne. In thy foul Throat thou ly'ſt,

Queen Margaret ſaw
Thy murd'rous Faulchion ſnoaking in his Blood:
The which thou once did'ſt bend againſt her Breast,
But that thy Brothers beat aſide the point.
Rich. I was provok'd by her ſland'rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltlesſ ſhoulders.

Ann. Thou waſt provoked by thy bloody mind,
That never dream'ſt on ought but Butcheries :
Did'ſt thou not kill this King ?

Rich. I grant ye.

Anne. Do't grant me, Hedg-Hog,
Then God grant me too,
Thou may'ſt be damn'd for that wicked deed:
O he was gentle, mild, and vertuous.

Rich. The better for the King of Heaven that hath him.
Anne. He is in Heaven where thou ſhalt never come.
Rich. Let him thank me that help to ſend him thither:
For he was ſitter for that place than Earth.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but Hell.

Rich. Yes one place elfe, if you will hear me name it.

Anne. Some Dungeon.

Rich. Your Bed-chamber.

Anne. I'll reſt betide the Chamber where thou lyſt.
Rich. So will it, Madam, till I lye with you.

Anne. I hope fo.

Rich. I know fo. But gentle Lady Anne,
To leave this keen encounter of our Wits,
And fall ſomethinto a flower method.
Is not the Cauer of the timelesſ deaths
Of theſe Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
As blameſul as the Executioner ?

Anne. Thou waſt the Caufe, and moſt accuſt ſed.
Rich. Your Beauty was the cauſe of that effect.

Your Beauty that did haſt me in my ſleep,
To undertake the Death of all the World,
So I might live one hour in your ſweet Boſome.

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, Homicide,
Theſe Nails should rent that Beauty from my Cheeks.

Rich. Theſe Eyes could not endure that Beauty wail,
You ſhould not blheimſt it, if I ſtood by ;
As all the world is cheered by the Sun,
So I by that: it is my day, my life.
An. Black night o're-re-haſde thy day, and death thy life.
Rich. Curſe not thy ſelf, fair Creature,
Thou art both.

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.

Rich. It is a quarrel moſt unnatural,
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Anne. It is a quarrel juſt and reaſonable,
To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my Husband.

Rich. He that bereſt thee, Lady of thy Husband,
Did it to help thee to a better Husband.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the Earth.

Rich. He lives, that loves thee better than he could.

Anne. Name him.

Rich. Plantagenet.

Anne. Why that was he.

Rich. The ſelf-fame name, but one of better Nature.

Anne. Where is he ?

Rich. Here :

[S]pite as it

Why doſt thou ſpit at me?

Anne. Would it were mortal poſſon for thy ſake.

Rich. Never came poſſon from ſo ſweet a place.

Anne. Never hung poſſon on a ſouler Toad.

Out of my fight, thou doſt inſect mine Eyes.
Rich. Thine Eyes (sweet Lady) have inſected mine
Anne. Would they were Bafilisks, to ſtrike thee dead.
Rich. I would they were, that I might dye at once:

For now they kill me with a living Death.
Thofe Eyes of thine from mine have drawn ſalt Tears
Sham'd their Aspects with ſfore of childliſh drops:
Theſe Eyes which never ſhed remorſeful Tear,
No, when my Father York, and Edward wept.
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-fac'd Cliffor d ſhooke his Sword at him.
Nor when my Warlike Father, like a Child,
Told the ſad ſtory of my Father's Death,
And twenty times made paſſe to ſob and weep,
That all the ſtanders by had wet their Cheeks.
Like Trees be-dafnd with rain: in that ſad time,

["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "My manly Eyes did frown an humble Tear:\nAnd what thefe Sorrows could not thence exhale,\nThy Beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping,\nI never fued to Friend, nor Enemy:\nMy Tongue could never learn sweet f m o o t h i n g w o r d .\nBut now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee,\nMy proud Heart fues, and prompts my Tongue to ſpeak.", "[She looks ſcornfully at him.", "Teach not thy Lip ſuch ſcorn, for it was made\nFor killing, Lady, not for ſuch contempt.\nIf thy revengeful Heart cannot forgive,\nLoe here I lend thee this ſharp-pointed Sword,\nWhich if thou pleafe to hide in this true Breaſt,\nAnd let the Soul forth that adoreth thee,\nI lay it naked to the deadly ſtroke,\nAnd humbly beg the death upon my knee.", "[He lays his Breaſt open, he offers at it with his Sword.\nNay, do not paſſe: for I did kill King Henry,\nBut 'twas thy Beauty that provoked me.\nNay, now diſpatch: 'Twas I that ſtab'd young Edward,\nBut'twas thy Heavenly Face that fet me on.", "[She falls the Sword.", "Take up the Sword again, or take up me.", "Anne. Arife Dilember, though I with thy Death,", "I will not be thy Executioner.", "Rich. Then bid me kill my ſelf, and I will do it.", "Anne. I have already.", "Rich. That was in thy Rage :", "Speak it again, and even with thy word,\nThis Hand, which for thy love, did kill thy Love,\nShall for thy love, kill a far truer Love,\nTo both their Deaths ſhalt thou be accefiary.", "Anne. I would I knew thy Heart.", "Rich. 'Tis ſigur'd in my Tongue.", "Anne. I fear me, both are ſalſe.", "Rich. Then never Man was true.", "Anne. Well, well, put up your Sword.", "Rich. Say then, my Peace is made.", "Anne. That ſhalt thou know hereafter.", "Rich. But ſhall I live in hope ?", "Anne. All men I hope live ſo.", "Vouchſaſte to wear this Ring.", "Rich. Look how thy Ring encompaſſeth my Finger,", "Even ſo thy Breaſt incloſeth my poor Heart.", "Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.", "And if thy poor devoted Servant may", "But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,", "Thou doſt confirm this happineſs for ever.", "Anne. What is it ?", "Rich. That it may pleafe you leave theſe ſad Deſigns", "To him that hath moſt cauſe to be a Mourner,", "And prefentely repair to Crosby Houſe :", "Where (after I have Solemny interr'd", "At Chertſey Monaſt'ry this Noble King,", "And wet his Grave with my Repentant Tears).", "I will with all expedient duty ſee you.", "For divers unknown Reaſons, I befeech you,", "Grant me this Boon.", "Anne. With all my Heart, and much it joys me too,", "To fee you are become ſo penitent.", "Trefſel and Barkley, go along with me.", "Rich. Bid me farewel.", "Anne. 'Tis more than you deferſe :", "But ſince you teach me how to flatter you,", "Imagine I have ſaid farewel already. [Ex. two with Anne.", "Geſt. Towards Chertſey, Noble Lord ?", "Rich. Now to White-Fryers, there attend my coming.", "[Exst Coaſſe.", "Was ever Woman in this humour Woo'd ?", "Was ever woman in this humour won ?", "Ile have her, but I will not keep her long.", "What? I have kill'd her Husband, and his Father,", "To take her in her hearts extreameſt hate,", "With Curſes in her Mouth, tears in her Eyes,", "The bleeding witneſs of my hatred by,", "Having God, her Conſcience, and theſe bars againſt me,\nAnd I no Friends to back my ſuit withall,", "But the plain Devil and diſſembling looks ?", "And yet to win her ? All the World to nothing.", "Hah !", "Hath the ſe forgot already that brave Prince,", "Edward, her Lord, whom I (fome three months ſince)", "Stab'd in my angry mood, at Tewksbury ?", "A freeter and a lovelier Gentleman,", "Fram'd in the prodigality of Nature,", "Young, Valiant, Wife, and (no doubt) right Royal,", "The ſpacious world cannot again afford,", "And will the ſe thus abaſſe her Eyes on me,", "That cropt the Golden prime of this ſweet Prince,", "And made her Widow to a woful Bed ?", "On me, whoſe All not equals Edwards Moytie ?", "On me, that halts, and am miſhapen thus ?", "My Dukedome to a beggarly Denier ?", "I do miſtake my perſon all this while :", "Upon my life the ſe finds, (although I cannot)", "My ſelf to be a marv'rous proper man.", "Ple be at charges for a Looking-glaſs,", "And entertain a ſcore or two of Taylors,", "To ſtudy ſaſhions to adorn my Body :", "Since I am crept in favour with my ſelf,", "I will maintain it with ſome little coſt,", "But firſt I'll e turn yon fellow in his Grave,", "And then return lamenting to my Love.", "Shine out, fair Sun, ?till I have bought a Glaſs,", "That I may fee my Shadow as I paſs.", "[Exit.]", "## Scena Tertia.", "Enter the Queen Mother, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray.", "Riv. Have patience, Madam, there is no doubt his Majeſty\nWill soon recover his accuſtom'd health.", "Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worſe,", "Therefore for God's ſake entertain good comfort,", "And cheer his Grace with quick and merry Eyes.", "Queen. If he were dead, what would betide on me ?", "Gray. No other harm, but loſs of ſuch a Lord.", "Qu. The loſs of ſuch a Lord includes all harms.", "Gray. The Heavens have bleſt you with a goodly Son", "To be your Comforter, when he is gone.", "Qu. Ah ! he is young ; and his Minority", "Is put unto the truſt of Richard Gloſter,", "A man that loves not me, nor none of you.", "Riv. Is it concluded he shall be Protecſor ?", "Qu. It is determin'd, not concluded yet.", "But ſo it muſt be, if the King miſcarry.", "Enter Buckingham and Derby.", "Gray. Here comes the Lord of Buckingham and Derby.", "Buck. Good time of day unto your Royal Grace.", "Derb. God make your Majeſty joyful, as you have been,", "Qu. The Counteſs Richmond, good my L. of Derby,", "To your good Prayer will ſcarily ſay, Amen.", "Yet Derby, notwithstanding the ſe's your Wife,", "And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affuſ'd,", "I hate not you for her proud arrogance.", "Derb. I do beſeech you, either not believe", "The envious Slanders of her ſalſe Accuſers :", "Or if he be accus'd on true report,", "Bear with her weakneſs, which I think proceeds", "From wayward ſickneſs, and no grounded malice.", "Qu. Saw you the King to day, my Lord of Derby ?", "Derb. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I,", {"bbox":

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Buck, Madam, good hope, his Grace speaks chearfully.

*Qu.* God grant him health, did you confer with him?
Buck, I, Madam, defines to make atonement,
Between the Duke of Glofter, and your Brothers,
And between them, and my Lord Chamberlain,
And fent to warn them to his Royal prefence.

*Qu.* Would all were well, but that will never be,
I fear our happineſs is at the height.

*Enter* Richard.

*Rich.* They do me wrong, and I will not endure it,
Who is it that complains unto the King,
That I (forfooth) am ſtern, and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly,
That fill his Ears with ſuch diffentious Rumors.
Becaufe I cannot flatter, and look fair,
Smile in Mens Faces, ſmooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods, and Apiph Courteſie,
I muſt be held a rancorous Enemy.

Cannot a plain Man live, and think no harm,
But thus his ſimple truth muſt be abus'd,
With ſilken, flye, infinuating Jacks ?

*Gray.* To whom in all this prefence ſpeaks your Grace?
*Rich.* To thee, that haſt nor Honesty nor Grace:
When have I injur'd thee ? When done thee wrong?
Or thee ? or thee? or any of your Fadion?
A Plague upon you all. His Royal Grace
(Whom God prefere, better than you would wifh)
Cannot be quiet ſcarce a breathing while,
But you muſt trouble him with lew'd Complaints.

*Qu.* Brother of Glofter, you miſtake the matter:
The King on his own Royal diſpoſition,
(And not provok'd by any Suitor elfe)

Aiming (belike) at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action flews it ſelf
Against my Children, Brothers, and my Self,
Makes him to fend, that he may learn the ground.

*Rich.* I cannot tell, the world is grown ſo bad,
That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not perch.
Since every Jack became a Gentleman,
There's many a gentle perſon made a Jack.

*Qu.* Come, come, we know your meaning, Brother Glofter,
You envy my advancement, and my Friends :
God grant we never may have need of you.

*Rich.* Mean time, God grants that I have need of you.
Our Brother is imprifon'd by your means,
My ſelv'difgrac'd, and the Nobility
Held in contempt, while great Promotions
Are daily given to enoble thofe

That ſcarce fome two days ſince were worth a Noble.

*Qu.* By him that rais'd me to this careful height,
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd.
I never did incense his Majefty.

Againſt the Duke of Clarence, but have been
An earneſt Advocate to plead for him.
My Lord, you do me ſelvemaineſt injury,
Falfely to draw me in the ſeſe vile ſuſpects.

*Rich.* You may deny that you were not the mean
Of my Lord Haſings late imprifonment.

*Riv.* She may, my Lord, for—

*Rich.* She may, Lord Rivers, why who knows not ſo ?
She may do more, Sir, then denying that:
She may help you to many fair Preferments,
And then deny her aiding hand therein,
And lay thofe Honours on your high defert.

What may ſhe not ? ſhe may, I marry may ſhe.
*Riv.* What marry may ſhe ?
*Rich.* What marry may ſhe ? Marry with a King,
A Batchelor, and a handſom ſtripling too,
I wis your Grandam had a worſer match.

*Qu.* My Lord of Glofter, I have too long born
Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter ſcoſſs:
By Heaven, I will acquaint his Majefty
Of thofe groſs taunts that oft I have endur'd.
I had rather be a Country ſervant Maid

Than a great Queen, with this condition,
To be ſo baited, ſcorn'd, and ſtorm'd at,
Small joy have I in being England's Queen.

*Enter old Queen Margaret.*

*Mar.* And leſned be that ſmall, God I beſech him,
Thy Honour, State, and Seat, is due to me.
*Rich.* What ? threat you me with telling of the King?

*I* will avouch't in prefence of the King:
*I dare adventure to be ſent to th' Tower.*

*'Tis time to ſpeak,*
*My pains are quite forgot,*

*Margaret, Out Devil,*

*I do remember them too well :*
*Thou kild'ft my Husband Henry in the Tower,*
*And Edward my poor Son, at Tewkybury.*

*Rich.* E're you were Queen,
I, or your Husband King :

*I was a pack-horſe in his great Affairs :*
*A weeder out of his proud Adverſaries,
A liberal rewarder of his Friends,

*To Royalize his blood, I ſpent mine own.*

*Margaret, I, and much better blood
Than his or thine.*

*Rich.* In all which time, you and your Husband Graft
Were factious for the Houſe of Lancaſter,
And Rivers, ſo were you: was not your Husband,
In Margaret's Battel, at Saint Albans, plain ?

*Let me put in your minds, if you forget,
What you have been e're this, and what you are:
Withall, what I have been, and what I am.*

*Q. M.* A murth'rous Villain, and ſo fill thou art.

*Rich.* Poor Clavence did ſaſke his Father Warwike,
I, and ſaſfore himſelf (which Jcſu pardon.)

*Q. M.* Which God revenge.

*Rich.* To fight on Edward's party, for the Crown,
And for his meed, poor Lord, he is mewed up:
I would to God my heart were ſlent, like Edward,
Or Edward's, ſoft and pitiful, like mine ;

*I am too childliſh foolſt for this World.*

*Qu. M.* Hye thee to Hell for ſhame, and leave this world,
Thou Cocademon, there thy Kingdom is.

*Riv.* My Lord of Glofter : in thofe buſe days,
Which here you urge, to prove us Enemies,
We follow'd then our Lord, our Soveraign King,
So ſhould we you, if you would be our King.

*Rich.* If I ſhould be ? I had rather be a Pedler:
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof.

*Qu.* As little joy (my Lord) as you ſuſpufe
You ſhould enjoy, were you this Countries King,
As little joy you may ſuſpufe in me,
That I enjoy, being the Queen thereof.

*Q. M.* A little joy enjoys the Queen thereof.
For I am ſhe, and altogether joyleſſ.

*I can no longer hold me patient.*

Hear me, you wrangling Pyrats that fall out,
In ſharing that which you have pill'd from me:
Which of you trembles not, that looks on me?
If not, that I am Queen, you bow like Subjeſts;

Yet that by you depos'd, you quake like Reſels.
Ah gentle Villain do not turn away.

*Riv.* Foul wrinck'd Witch, what mak'ſt thou in my fight?

*Q. M.* But repetition of what thou haſt married,
That will I make, before I let thee go.

*Rich.* V Ver't thou not banifhed on pain of Death?

*Q. M.* I was: but I do find more pain in banifment,
Than death can yield me here, by abode.
A Husband and a Son thou ow'ſt to me,
And thou a Kingdom, all of you allegiance:
This Sorrow that I have by right is yours,
And all the Pleaſures you uſurp are mine.

*Rich.* The Curſe my Noble Father laid on thee,
V When thou did'ſt Crown his warlike Brows with Paper,
And

["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "185", "And with thyfcorns drew't Rivers from his Eyes,", "And then to dry them, gav't the Duke a Clout,", "Steep'd in the faultlesb's blood of pretty Rutland :", "His Curfes then from bitternefs of Soul,", "Denounc'd against thee, are fal'n upon thee :", "And God, not we, have plag'd thy bloody Deed.", "Qu. So juft is God, to right the innocent.", "Haſt. O, 'twas the fouleſt deed to flay that Babe,", "And the moſt mercileſts that e're was heard of.", "Riv. Tyrants themſelves wept, when it was reported.", "Dorſ. No man but prophedſed revenge for it.", "Buck. Northumberland, then prefent, wept to fee it.", "Q. M. What ? were you finarling all before I came,\nReady to catch each other by the Throat,\nAnd turn you all your hatred now on me ?", "Did York's dread Curſe prevail ſo much with Heaven,\nThat Henry's Death, my lovely Edward's Death,\nTheir Kingdoms loſs, my woful Banifhment,\nShould all but anſwer for that peevil Brat ?", "Can Curſes pierce the Clouds and enter Heaven ?\nWhy then give way, dull Clouds, to my quick Curſes.\nThough not by War, by Surſeit dye your King,\nAsours by Murther to make him a King.", "Edward thy Son, that now is Prince of Wales,", "For Edward our Son that was Prince of Wales,", "Dye in his Youth, by like untimely violence.", "Thy ſelf a Queen, for me that was a Queen,", "Out-live thy Glory, like my wretched ſelf :", "Long may't thou live, to wail thy Children's death,", "And fee another, as I fee thee now,", "Deck'd in thy Rights, as thou art ſtall'd in mine.", "Long dye thy happy days, before thy Death,", "And after many length'ned hours of grief,\nDye neither Mother, Wife, nor England's Queen.", "Rivers and Dorſet, you were ſtanders by,", "And ſo waſt thou, Lord Haffings, when my Son", "Was ſtabb'd with bloody Daggers: God, I pray him,\nThat none of you may live my natural age,", "But by ſome un-look'd-for accident cut off.\nRich. Have done thy Charm, thou hateful wither'd Hag,\nQ. M. And leave out thcſe/layDog, for thou ſhalt hear me.", "If Heaven have any grievous plague in ſtore,\nExceeding thofe that I can with upon thee,\nO let them keep it, till thy ſins be ripe,\nAnd then hurl down their Indignation", "On thee, the troubler of the poor World's peace.\nThe worm of Conſcience ſtill be-gnaw thy Soul,\nThy Friends ſuſpect for Traytors while thou liuſt,\nAnd take deep Traytors for thy deareſt Friends :", "No ſleep cloſe up that deadly Eye of thine,\nUnleſſ it be while ſome tormenting Dream\nAffright thee with a Hell of ugly Devils,", "Thou elvifh, markt, abortive rooting Hog,", "Thou that walt ſeal'd in thy Nativity", "The Slave of Nature, and the Son of Hell:", "Thou flander of thy heavy Mothers Womb,\nThou loathed llſe of thy Fathers loyns,", "Thou Rag of Honour, thou detefted—", "Rich. Margaret.", "Q. M. Richard.", "Q. M. I call thee not.", "Rich. I cry thee mercy then: for I did think,", "That thou had't it call'd me all theſe bitter names.", "Q. M. Why ſo I did, but look'd for no reply.", "Oh let me make the Period to my Curſe.", "Rich. 'Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.", "Rich. Ha !", "Rich. I call thee not.", "Rich. I cry thee mercy then: for I did think,", "That thou had't it call'd me all theſe bitter names.", "Q. M. Why ſo I did, but look'd for no reply.", "Oh let me make the Period to my Curſe.", "Rich. 'Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.", "Thus have you breath'd my Curſe againſt thy ſelf.", "Q. M. Poor painted Queen, vain flourith of my Fortune,\nWhy ſtrew't thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider,\nWhole'd deadly web enlinare thee about ?", "Fool, fool, thou whett't a Knife to kill thy ſelf :", "The day will come, that thou ſhalt with for me,", "To help thee curſe this poyſonous Bunch-back'd Toad.", "Haſt. Falsc boading Woman, end thy frantick Curſe,", "Leit to thy harm thou move our patience.", "Q. M. Foul ſhame upon you, you have all mov'd mine.", "Ri. Were you well ſerv'd, you would be taught your duty.", "Q. M. To ſerve me well, you all ſhould do me duty,", "Teach me to be your Queen, and you my Subjects :", "O ſery me well, and teach your ſelves that duty.", "Dorſt. Difpute not with her, the ſ is Lunatick.", "Q. M. Peace, Maſter Marqueſs, you are malapert,", "Your fire-neſt ſtamp of Honour is ſcarefull.", "O that your young Nobility can judge", "What 'twere to lobe it, and be miterable.", "They that ſtand high have many bleaſts to ſhake them,", "And if they fall, they daſh themſelves to pieces.", "Rich. Good Counſel marry, learn it, learn it, Marqueſs.", "Dor. It touches you, my Lord, as much as me.", "Rich. I, and much more: but I was born so high:", "Our ayrie buildeth in the Cedar's top,", "And dallies with the wind, and ſcorns the Sun.", "Mar. And turns the Sun to ſhade : alas, alas,", "Witneſs my Son now in the ſhade of death,", "Whofe bright out-hining beams, thy cloudy Wrath", "Hath in Eternal Darkneſs folded up :", "Your ayry buildeth in our ayries Neſt :", "O God, that ſeemt, it do not ſuffer it,", "As it is won with blood, loft be it fo.", "Buck. Peace, peace for Shame, if not for Charity.", "Mar. Urge neither Charity, nor Shame to me:", "Uncharitably with me have you dealt,", "And flamefully my hopes (by you) are butcher'd.", "My Charity is outrage, Life my ſhame,", "And in that ſhame, ſtill live my forrows rage.", "Buck. Have done, have done.", "Mar. O Princely Buckingham, I'le kifs thy hand,", "In ſign of League and Amity with thee :", "Now fair befall thee, and thy Noble Houſe :", "Thy Garments are not ſpotted with our blood :", "Nor thou within the compaſs of my Curſe.", "Buck. Nor no one here: for Curſes never paſſ", "The lips of thofe that breathe them in the Air.", "Mar. I will not think but they ſcend the Sky.", "And there awake God's gentle ſleeping Peace.", "O Buckingham, take heede of yonder Dog :", "Look when he fawns, he bites ; and when he bites,", "His venom Tooth will rankle to the death :", "Have not to do with him, beware of him,", "Sin, Death, and Hell have ſet their marks on him,", "And all their Minifers attend on him.", "Rich. What doth the ſay, my Lord of Buckingham ?", "Buck. Nothing that I reſpect, my gracious Lord.", "Mar. What doth thou ſcorn me", "For my gentle Counſel ?", "And foototh the Devil that I warn thee from.", "O but remember this another day :", "When he ſhall ſplit thy very heart with Sorrow :", "And ſay poor Margaret was a Prophetsefs :", "Live each of you the ſubjects to his hate,", {"bbox": [449, 1072

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Enter Catesby.

Cates. Madam, his Majesty doth call for you,
And for your Grace, and yours, my gracious Lord.
Q. Catesby, I come, Lords will you go with me ?
Riv. We wait upon your Grace.

[Exeunt all but Gloster.

Rich. I do thee wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret miſchieſes that I fet a-broach,
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

Clarence, whom I indeed have caſt in darkneſs,
I do beweep to many ſimple Gulls,
Namely to Derby, Haſtings, Buckingham,
And tell them'tis the Queen, and her Alies
That flir the King againſt the Duke my Brother.

Now they believe it, and withall what me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorſet, Gray.

But then I ſigh, and with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil :
And thus I cloath my naked Villany

With odd old ends, ſtoſn forth of Holy Writ,
And ſeem a ſlum, when moſt I play the Devil.

Enter two Murderers.

But ſoft, here come my Executioners,
How now my hardy ſlout refolved Mates,
Are you now going to dispatch this thing ?

Vill. We are, my Lord, and come to have the Warrant,
That we may be admitted, where he is.

Rich. Well thought upon, I have it here about me:
When you have done, reaſon to Crosby Place ;

But, Sirs, be ſudden in the Execution,
Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead ;

For Clarence is well ſpoken, and perhaps
May move your Hearts to pity, if you mark him.

Vill. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not ſtand to plate,
Talkers are no good doers; be affur'd,
We go to ſale our Hands, and not our Tongues.

Rich. Your Eyes drop Mill-Flones, when Fools Eyes
fall Tears.

Go, go, dispatch.

Vill. We will, my Noble Lord.

[Exeunt.

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Clarence and Keeper.

Keep. Why looks your Grace so heavily ?

Cla. O, I have paſt a miferable night,
So full of fearful Dreams, of ugly ſights,
That as I am a Chriſtian faithful man,
I would not ſpend another ſuch a Night,
Though it were to buy a world of happy days :

So full of diſmal terrore was the time.

Keep. What was your dream, my Lord, I pray you tell me.
Cla. Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embark'd to croſs to Burgundy,

And in my company my Brother Gloſter,
Who from my Cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the Hatches : There we look'd toward England,
And cited up a thouſand heavy times,

During the Wars of York and Lancaſter,
That had beſal'n us. As he pac'd along
Upon the giddy footing of the Hatches,
Methought that Gloſter ſtumbled, and in falling
Strook me (that thought to ſtay him) over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the Main.

O Lord, methought what pain it was to draw,
What dreadful noife of Water in mine Ears,
What ſights of ugly Death within mine Eyes.

Methoughts, I ſaw a thouſand fearful V ſracks;
A thouſand men that Fifhes gnaſ'd upon :
V Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heaps of Pearl,

Inſeimable Stones, unwalled Jewels.

All scattered in the bottom of the Sea.

Some lay in dead men's Skulls, and in the Holes
Where Eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As it were in form of Eyes) reſ reflecting Gems,
That wou'd the filmy bottom of the Deep,

And mock'd the dead Bones that lay scattered by.
Keep. Had you further leſence in the time of Death,
To gaze upon the ſecrets of the deep?

Cla. Methought I had, and often did I strive
To yield the Gloſt: but fill the envious Flood
Stop'd in my Soul, and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vaſt, and wand'ring Air;
But mother'd it within my panting Bulk,
Who almost burſt to belch it in the Sea.

Keep. Awak'd you not in this ſore Agony ?

Clar. No, no, my Dream was lengthen'd after life.
O then, began the Tempeſt to my Soul,

I paſt (methought) the Melancholy Flood,
With that ſowre Ferry-man which Poets write of,
Unto the Kingdom of perpetual Night.

The firſt that there did greet my Stranger-ſoul,
Was my great Father-in-law, renowned Warrick,
Who ſpake aloud: What ſonARGE for Perjury
Can this dark Monarchy afford false Clarence ?

And fo he vanifhed. Then came wand'ring by,
A Shadow like an Angel, with bright ſtyle
Dabſt'd in Blood, and he ſtrick'd out aloud
Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perſur'd Clarence,
That ſtabb'd me in the Field by Temkbinby :

Seize on him Furies, take him unto torment.
With that (methought) a Legion of foul Fiends
Inviron'd me, and howled in mine Ears

Such hideous cries, that with the very Noife,
I (trembling) wak'd, and for a ſeafon after,
Could not believe, but that I was in Hell,
Such terrible Imprefſion made my Dream.

Keep. No marvel, Lord, though it affrighted you,
I am afraid (methinks) to hear you tell it.

Cla. Ah Keeper, Keeper, I have done ſet things
(That now give evidence againſt my Soul)
For Edwards ſake, and ſee how he requites me.

O God ! if my deep Prayers cannot appeaſe thee,
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my middeſeets,

Yet execute thy wrath in me alone:
O ſpare my guiltleſs Wife, and my poor Children
Keeper, I prithee fit by me a white,
My Soul is heavy, and I ſain would ſleep.

Keep. I will, my Lord, God give your Grace good re.

Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant.

Bra. Sorrow breaks Seaſons and repofing hours,
Makes the Night Morning, and the Noon-tide Night.
Princes have but their Titles for their Glories,
An outward Honour, for an inward Toil,
And for unſelt Imaginations.

They often feel a world of reſſeſs Cares:
So that between their Titles, and low name,
There's nothing differs but the outward Fame.

Enter two Murderers.

1. Mur. Ho, who's here ?

Bra. What would it thou, Fellow ? And how cam't that
hither ?

2. Mur. I would ſpeak with Clarence, and I came hither
on my Legs.

Bra. What, so brief ?

1. ?Tis better (Sir) than to be tedious:
Let him fee our Commiffion, and talk no more.

Bra. I am in this, commanded to deliver
The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
I will not reaſon what is meant hereby,

Because I will be guiltleſs from the meaning.
There lies the Duke aſleep, and there the Keys.

[Read]

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["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "187", "I'le to the King, and signifie to him,", "That thus I have reſign'd to you my charge.", "[Exit.]", "1. You may, Sir, 'tis a point of wifdom:", "Fare you well.", "2. What, shall we ſtab him as he ſleeps ?", "1. No: he'll ſay 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.", "2. Why he ſhall never wake, until the great Judgment day.", "1. Why then he'll ſay, we ſtab'd him ſleeping.", "2. The urging of that word Judgment, hath bred a kind of remorſe in me.", "1. What? art thou afraid ?", "2. Not to kill him, having a Warrant.", "But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which", "No Warrant can defend me.", "1. I thought thou had't been refoliate.", "2. So I am, to let him live.", "1. I'le back to the Duke of Gloſter, and tell him ſo.", "2. Nay, prithee ſtay a little :", "I hope this paſſionate humour of mine will change,", "It was want to hold me but while one tells twenty.", "1. How do't thou feel thy ſelf now ?", "2. Some certain drepes of Conſience are yet within me.", "1. Remember the Reward, when the deed's done.", "2. Come, he dies: I had forgot the Reward.", "1. Where's thy Conſience now ?", "2. O, in the Duke of Gloſter's Purſe.", "1. When he opens his Purſe to give us our Reward, thy Conſience flies out.", "2. 'Tis no matter, let it go : there's ſew or none will entertain it.", "1. What if it come to thee again ?", "2. I'le not meddle with it, if it makes a Man a Coward: A Man cannot ſteal, but it accuſeth him: A Man cannot swear, but it checks him. A Man cannot lie with his Neighbours Wife, but it deſects him. 'Tis a blushing flameaſ'd Spirit, that mutines in a Man's bolom: It ſilſes a Man full of Obſtacles. It made me once reſtore a Purſe of Gold that (by chance) I found: It beggars any Man that keeps it: It is turn'd out of Towns and Cities for a dangerous thing, and every Man that means to live well, endeavours to truſt to himſelf, and live without it.", "1. 'Tis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the Duke.", "2. Take the Devil in thy mind, and believe him not: He would infiſinate with thee but to make thee ſigh.", "1. I am ſtrong fraſt, he cannot prevail with me.", "2. Spoke like a tall Man, that reſpects thy Reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?", "1. Take him on the Coſtain, with the Hilts of thy Sword, and then throw him into the Malmſie-butt in the next room.", "2. O excellent device ; and make a Sop of nut.", "1. Soft, he wakes.", "2. Strike.", "1. No, we'll reaſon with him.", "Cla. Where art thou, Keeper ? give me a Cup of Wine.", "2. You ſhall have Wine enough, my Lord, anon.", "Cla. In Gods name, what art thou ?", "1. A man, as you are.", "Cla. But not as I am, Royal.", "1. Nor you as we are, Loyal.", "Cla. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.", "1. My voice is now the King's, my looks mine own.", "Cla. How darkly, and how deadly do't thou ſpeak ?", "Your Eyes do menace me : why look you pale ?", "Who ſent you hither ? wherefore do you come ?", "2. To, to, to—", "Cla. To murther me ?", "Both, I, I.", "Cla. You ſcarcely have the hearts to tell me fo.", "And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.", "Wherein, my friends, have I offended you ?", "1. Offended us you have not, but the King.", "Clar. I ſhall be reconcil'd to him again.", "2. Never, my Lord, therefore prepare to dye.", "Clar. Are you drawn forth among a world of Men To flay the innocent ? What's my offence?", "Where is the Evidence that doth accufe me ?", "What lawful Queit have given their Verdict up", "Unto the frowning Judge? Or who pronounc'd", "The bitter ſentence of poor Clauſence's death?", "Before I be convicted by course of Law,", "To threaten me with death, is mol't unlawful.", "I charge you, as you hope for any goodneſs,", "That you depart, and lay no hands on me:", "The deed you undertake is damnable.", "1. What we will do, we do upon command.", "2. And he that hath commanded, is our King.", "Cla. Erroneous Vaffles, the great King of Kings\nHath in the Table of his Law commanded,", "That Thou haſt do no Murther, Will you then\nSpurn at his Edicts, and fulfil a Man's", "Take heſd, for he holds Vengeance in his hand", "To hurne upon their heads that break his Law.", "2. And that fame Vengeance doth he hurne on thee\nFor falſe forſwearing, and for murder too:", "Thou didst receive the Sacrament, to fight", "In quarrel of the Houſe of Lanſoſter.", "1. And like a Traytor to the name of God,", "Did't break that Vow, and with thy treacherous blade,\nUnripp'ſt the Bowels of thy Soveraign's Son.", "2. Whom thou was't ſworn to cheriſh and defend.", "1. How canſt thou urge Gods dreadful Law to us,\nWhen thou haſt broke it in ſuch high degree?", "Clar. Alas! for whose ſake did I that ill deed?", "For Edward, for my Brother, for his ſake.", "He ſends you not to murther me for this:", "For in that fin he is as deep as I.", "If God will be avenged for the deed,", "I know you yet, he doth it publicly,", "Fake not the quarrel from his powerful Arm :", "He needs no indirect, or lawlie's courſe,", "To cut off thofe that have offended him.", "1. Who made thee then a bloody Minifter,", "When gallant ſpringing brave Plantagenet,", "That Princely Novice was ſbruck dead by thee ?", "Clar. My Brother's love, the Devil, and my Rage.", "1. Thy Brother's Love, our Duty, and thy Faults,", "Provoke us hither now, to ſlaughter thee.", "Clar. If you do love my Brother, hate not me :", "I am his Brother, and I love him well.", "If you are hir'd for meed, go back again,", "And I will ſend you to my Brother Gloſter :", "Who ſhall reward you better for my life,", "Than Edward will for tidings of my death.", "2. You are deciv'd,", "Your Brother Gloſter hates you.", "1. Oh no, he loves me, and he holds me dear :", "To you to him from me.", "1. I'le ſo we will.", "Clar. I'll him, when that our Princely Father Tork.", "Bleſt his th' Sons with his victorious Arm,", "He little though of this divided Friendſhip :", "Bid Gloſter think of this, and he will weep.", "1. I, Milltones, as I, Jeſſoned us to weep.", "Clar. O do not ſlande, him, for he is kind.", "1. Right, as Snow in Hævest:", "Come, you deceive your ſelf,", "Tis he that ſends us to deſtroy you here."

188

To counfel me to make my peace with God,
And are you yet to your own Souls so blind,
That you will War with God, by murd'ring me?
O Sirs, confider, they that fct you on
To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.

2. What fhall we do ?

Clar. Relent, and fave your Souls:

Which of you, if you were a Princes Son,
Being pent from Liberty, as I am now,
If two fuch murtherers as your felves came to you,
Would not intreat for Life, as you would beg
Were you in my diftrefs.

1. Relent ? no: 'Tis cowardly and womanifh.

Cla. Not to relent, is beaſtly, savage, devililh.

My Friend, I spy fome pity in thy looks:
O, if thine Eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me,
A begging Prince what Beggar pities not?

2. Look behind you, my Lord.

1. Take that, and that, if all this will not do, [Stabs him.]
Ple drown you in the Malmfey-Butt within. [Exit.]

2. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatcht:
How fain (like Pilate) would I waſh my hands
Of this moſt grievous murtherer.

Enter 1. Murtherer.

1. How now ? what mean'ſt thou that thou help'ſt me
not? By Heaven, the Duke ſhall know how ſlack you have
been.

2. Mur. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his Brother;
Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I fay,
For I repent me that the Duke is ſlain. [Exit.]

1. Mur. So do not I: go Coward as thou art.
Well, I'le go hide the Body in fome hole,
' Till that the Duke give order for his burial:
And when I have my meed, I will away;
For this will out, and then I muſt not itay. [Exit.]

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Flourifh. Enter the King ſiek, the Queen, Lord Marqueſs,
Dorſet, Rivers, Haſtings, Catesby, Buckingham,
Woodvil.

King. Why ſo: now have I done a good days work.
You Peers continue this united League:
I, every day expect an Embaſſage

From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence.
And more to peace my Soul ſhall part to Heaven,
Since I have made my Friends at peace on Earth.
Dorſet and Rivers, take each others hand,
Diffemble not your hatred, Swear your love.

Riv. By Heaven, my Soul is purg'd from bearing hate,
And with my hand I feal my true Hearts-love.

Haſt. So thrive I, as I truly ſwear the like.

King. Take heed you dally not before your King,
Left he that is the ſupreme King of Kings
Conſound your hidden falſhood, and award
Either of you to be the others end.

Haſt. So proper I, as I ſwear perfect, ve.

Riv. And I, as I love Haſtings with my heart.

King. Madam, your ſelf is not eemiſt from this:
Nor you Son Dorſet, Buckingham, dor you;
You have been faſtious one against the other.
Wife, love Lord Haſtings, let him kifſ your hand,
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

Queen. There Haſtings, I will never more remember
Our former hatred, to thrive I, and mine.

King. Dorſet, embrace him:

Haſtings, love Lord Marqueſs.

Dor. This interchange of love, I here proteſt
Upon my part, ſhall be inviolable.

Haſt. And ſo ſwear I.

King. Now Princely Buckingham, ſeel thou this League
With thy embracements to my Wives Allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your Grace, but with all duteous love,
Doth cheriſh you and yours, God puniſh me
With hate in thofe where I expect moſt love,
When I have moſt need to imploy a Friend,
And moſt affured that he is a Friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me: this do I beg of Heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you or yours.

[Embraz.]
King. A pleafing Cordial, Princely Buckingham,
Is this thy Vow unto my fickily heart:
There wanteth now our Brother Gloſter here,
To make the bleſſed Period of this peace.

Buck. And in good time,
Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliff, and the Duke.

Enter Ratcliff, and Glofter.

Rich. Good morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen,
And Princely Peers, a happy time of day.

King. Happy indeed, as we have ſpent the day:
Gloſter, we have done deeds of Charity,
Made Peace of Enmity, fair love of hate,
Between theſe ſwelling wrong incenſed Peers.

Rich. A bleſſed labour, my moſt Sovereign Lord:
Among this Princely heap, if any here
By falſe intelligence, or wrong ſurſife
Hold me a Foe: if I unwillingly, or in my rage,
Have ought committed that is hardly born,
To any in this prefence, I define
To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
'Tis death to me to be at Enmity:
I hate it, and define all good Mens love.
Firſt, Madam, I intreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous ſervic'e,
Of you my Noble Couſin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us.
Of you, and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorſet,
That all without defert have frown'd on me:
Of you Lord Woodvil, and Lord Scales of you,
Dukes, Earls, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my Soul is any jot at odds,
More than the Infant that is born to night:
I thank my God for my Humility.

Queen. A Holy day ſhall this be kept hereafter:
I would to God all ſtrifes were well compounded.
My Sovereign Lord, I do defeafe your Highneſs
To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace.

Rich. Why, Madam, have I offer'd love for this,
To be eouited in this Royal prefence?
Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead? [Thy all that]
you do him injury to ſcorn his Coarſe.

King. Who knows not he is dead !
Who knows he is ?

Queen. All-feeing Heaven, what a world is this?

Buck. Look I ſo pale, Lord Dorſet, as the reſt?

Dor. I, my good Lord, and no Man in the preference,
But his red colour hath forfook his Checks.

King. Is Clarence dead ? the Order was revers'd.

Dor. But he (poor Man) by your firſt Order died,
And that a winged Mercury did bear:

Some tardy Cripple bare the Countermand,
That come too lagg to ſee him buried.

God grant, that ſome leſs Noble, and leſs Loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deſerve no worſe than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go curraunt from ſuſpicion.

Enter Earl of Derby.

Derb. A boon, my Soveraign, for my ſervice; done.

King. Enter

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With dull unwillingneſs to repay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent:
Much more to be thus oppoſite with Heaven,
For it requires the Royal debt it lent you.

*Rivers.* Madam, bethink you like a careful Mother
Of the young Prince your Son: ſend ſtraight for him,
Let him be Crown'd, in him your comfort lives.
Drown desperate ſorrow in dead Edward's Grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's THRONE.

*Enter Richard, Buckingham, Derby, Haſtings, and Ratcliff.*

*Rich.* Sifter, have comfort, all of us have caufe
To wail the dimming of our ſhining Star:
But none can help our harms by wailing them.
Madam, my Mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not fee your Grace. Humbly on my Knee
I crave your Bleſſing.

*Dutch.* God bleſſ thee, and put meekneſs in thy breakfast,
Love, Charity, Obedience, and true Dutie.

*Rich.* Amen, and make me die a good old man,
That is the butt end of a Mothers Bleſſing;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.

*Buck.* You cloudy-Princeſes, and heart-forrowing-Peers,
That bear this heavy mutual load of Moan,
Now cheer each other in each others love:
Though we have ſpent our Harveſt of this King,
We are to reap the Harveſt of his Son.
The broken rancour of your high-ſwoln hates,
But lately ſplintr'd, knit, and joyn'd together,
Muſt gently be preſerv'd, cheriſt, and kept:
Me ſeemeth good, that with ſome little Train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be ſet
Hither to London, to be crown'd our King.

*Rivers.* Why with ſome little Train,
My Lord of Buckingham?

*Buck.* Marry, my Lord, left by a multitude
The new-heal'd wound of Malice ſhould break out,
Which would be ſo much the more dangerous,
By how much the Eſtate is green, and yet ungovern'd.
Where every Horſe bears his commanding Rein,
And may direct his course as plearſe himſelf,
As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

*Rich.* I hope the King made peace with all of us,
And the compaſt is firm, and true in me.

*Rivers.* And ſo in me, and ſo (I think) in all,
Yet ſince it is but green, it ſhould be put
To no apparent likelihood of breach,

Which haply by much company might be urg'd:
Therefore I ſay, with Noble Buckingham,
That it is meet ſo few ſhould fetch the Prince.

*Haſt.* And ſo ſay I:

*Rich.* Then be it ſo, and go weto determine
Who they ſhall be, that ſtraight ſhall poſt to London.
Madam, and you my Sifter, will you go

To give your ſenſures in this busineſs? [Exeunt.]

*Manent.* Buckingham, and Richard.
*Buck.* My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince,
For God's ſake let not us two ſtay at home:

For by the way, I'l fort occaſion,
As Index to the ſtory we lately talk'd of,

To part the Queen's proud Kindred from the Prince.
*Rich.* My other ſelf, my Comſel's Conſiſtory,

My Oracle, my Prophet, my dear Couſin,
I, as a Child, will go by thy direction.

Toward London then, for we'll not ſtay behind. [Exeunt.]

## Scena Tertia.

*Enter one Citizen at one Door, and another at the other.*

2. Cit. Good morrow, Neighbour, whither away ſo ſaſt?

2. Cit. I promife you I hardly know my ſelf:
Hear you the News abroad?

1. Yes, the King is dead.

2. 'Ill News by'r Lady, ſeldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
*Enter another Citizen.*

3. Neighbours, God ſpeed.

1. Give you good morrow, Sir.

3. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death?

2. I Sir, it is too true, God help the while.

3. Then Maſters look to fee a troublous world.

1. No, no, by God's good Grace, his Son ſhall Reiga.

3. Woe to that Land that's gouern'd by a Child.

2. In him there is a hope of Government.

VVhich in his Non-age, Counſel under him,
And in his full and ripened years, himſelf
No doubt ſhall then, and till then govern well.

1. So ſtood the ſlate when Henry the Sixth
VVas Crown'd in Paries, but at nine months old.

3. Stood the State ſo? No, no, good friends, God wot:
For then this Land was famouſly enrich'd
VVhich politick grave Counſel; then the King
Had vertuous Uncles to proteet his Grace.

1. V Vhy ſo hath this, both by his Father and Mother.

3. Better it were they all came by his Father;

Or by his Father there were none at all:
For Emulation, who ſhall now be neareſt,
VVill touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O full of Danger is the Duke of Glofter,

And the Queens Sons, and Brothers, haught and proud:
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,
This ſickly Land, might ſolace as before.

1. Come, come, we fear the worſt, all will be well.

3. VVhen Clouds are ſeen, wife men put on their Cloaths;
VVhen great leaves fall, then VVinter is at hand;
VVhen the Sun ſets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely ſtorms make men expect a Dearth:
All may be well; but if God fort it ſo,
'Tis more than we deferve, or I expect.

2. Truly the Hearts of Men are full of fear:
You cannot reaſon (almoſt) with a Man,
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3. Before the days of Change, ſtill is it ſo
By a divine ſintinct, mens minds miſtraſt
Purſuing danger : as by proof we fee
The VVater ſwell before a boyſtrous ſtorm:

But leave it all to God, VVhither away?

2. Marry we were ſent for to the Juſtices.

3. And ſo was I, I'le bear you company.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Quarta.

*Enter Arch-Biſhor, young York, the Queen, and the Dutchefs.*

*Arch.* Laſt night I heard they lay at Seby Stratford,
And at Northampton they do reſt to night:
To morrow, or next day, they will be here.

*Dutch.* I long with all my heart to fee the Prince:
I hope he is much grown ſince laſt I ſaw him.

*Queen.* But I hear no, they ſay my Son of York
Has almoſt overtane him in his growth.

*Tor.* I Mother, but I would not have it ſo.

*Dutch.* V Vhy, my good Couſin, it is good to grow.
*Tor.* Grandam, one night as we did ſit at Supper,
My Uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

More than my Brother, I, quoth my Uncle Gloſter,
Small Herbs have Grace, great VVeed's do grow apace.
And ſince, methinks I would not grow ſo ſaſt,
Because ſweet Flowers are ſlow, and VVeed's make haſt.

*Dutch.* Good faith, good faith, the faying did not hold
In him that did object the fame to thee.

He

["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "Haſt. Who knocks ?", "Mef. One from the Lord Stanly.", "Haſt. What is't a Clock ?", "Mef. Upon the froak of four.", "Enter Lord Haſtangs.", "Haſt. Cannot my Lord Stanly sleep these tedious Nights ?", "Mef. So it appears by what I have to lay :", "Firſt, he commends him to your Noble ſelf.", "Haſt. What then ?", "Mef. Then certifies your Lordſhip, that this Night", "He dreamt, the Boar had raiſed off his Helm :", "Befides, he fays there are two Councils kept ;", "And that may be determin'd at the one,", "Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.", "Therefore he fends to know your Lordſhips pleasure,", "If you will prefentely take Horſe with him,", "And with all ſpeed pofft with him toward the North,", "To hrun the danger that his Soul divines.", "Haſt. Go Fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,", "Bid him not fear the ſeparated Council :", "His Honour and my ſelf are at the one,", "And at the other is my good Friend Catesby :", "Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,", "Whereof I ſhall not have Intelligence :", "Tell him his Fears are ſhallow, without Inſtance.", "And for his Dreams, I wonder he's ſo ſimple,", "To truſt the mock'ry of unquiet flumbers.", "To lye the Boar, before the Boar purſues,", "Were to incenſe the Boar to follow us,", "And make purſuit, where he did mean to chafe.", "Go, bid thy Maſter rife, and come to me,", "And we will both together to the Tower,", "Where he ſhall fee the Boar will uſe us kindly.", "Mef. I'le go, my Lord, and tell him what you ſay.", "[Exit.", "Enter Catesby.", "Cates. Many good morrows to my Noble Lord.", "Haſt. Good morrow, Catesby, you are early stirrings :", "What news, what news in this tottering State ?", "Cates. It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord :", "And I believe will never ſtand upright,", "Till Richard wear the Garland of the Realm.", "Haſt. How ! wear the Garland ?", "Doff't thou mean the Crown ?", "Cates. I, my good Lord.", "Haſt. I'le have this Crown of mine cut from my Shoulders,", "Before I'le fee the Crown ſo ſoul miſ-plac'd :", "But canſt thou gneſt, that he doth aim at it ?", "Cates. I, on my life, and hopes to find you forward,", "Upon his Party, for the gain thereof :", "And thereupon he fends you this good news,", "That this fame very day your Enemies,", "The Kindred of the Queen, muſt die at Pomfret.", "Haſt. Indeed I am no mourner for that news,", "Because they have been ſtill my Adverſaries :", "But that I'le givemy voice at Richard's ſide,", "To bar my Maſters Heirs in true Defcent,", "God knows I will not do it to the death.", "Cates. God keep your Lordſhip in that gracious mind.", "Haſt. But I ſhall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,", "That they which brought me in my Maſters hate,", "I live to look upon their Tragedy.", "Well Catesby, 'ere a Fort-night make me older,", "Ple ſend ſome packing, that yet think not on't.", "Cates. 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,", "When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.", "Haſt. O monſtrous, monſtrous ! and ſo falls it out", "With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray : and ſo 'twill do", "With ſome men eſſe, that think themſelves as ſafe", "Aſthou and I, who (as thou knowſt) are dear", "To Princely Richard, and Buckingham.", "Cates. The Princes both make high account of you,", "For they account his Head upon the Bridge.", "[Aſſide.", "Haſt. I know they do, and I have well deſerv'd it.", "Enter Lord Stanly.", "Come on, come on, where is your Boar-spear, man ?", "Fear you the Boar, and go ſo unprovided ?", "Stan. My Lord, good morrow, good morrow, Catesby :", "You may jeaſt on, but by the holy Rood,", "I do not like theſe ſeveral Councils, I.", "Haſt. My Lord, I hold my Life as dear as yours,", "And never in my days, I do proteſt,", "Was it ſo precious to me, as 'tis now :", "Think you, but that I know the State ſecture,", "I would be ſo triumphant as I am ?", "St. The Lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,", "Were jocund, and ſuppos'd their ſtates were ſure,", "And they indeed had no cauſe to miſtruſt :", "But yet you fee, how ſoon the day o're-calf.", "The ſudden ſtab of Rancour I middoubt,", "Pray God (I ſay) I prove a needleſs Coward.", "What, ſhall we toward the Tower ? the day is ſpent.", "Haſt. Come, come, come with you :", "Wot you what, my Lord,", "To day the Lords you talk of are beheaded.", "St. They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads,", "Than ſome that have accus'd them, wear their Hats.", "Enter a Purſuivant.", "Haſt. Go on before, Ple talk with this good Fellow.", "[Exit Lord Stanly and Catesby.", "How now, Sirrah ? how goes the World with thee ?", "Purſ. The better, that your Lordſhip pleafe to ask.", "Haſt. I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now,", "Than when thou met'ſt me laſt, where now we meet :", "Then was I going Prifoner to the Tower,", "By the ſugſeſtion of the Queens Allies.", "But now I tell thee (keep it to thy ſelf)", "Thisday thofe Enemies are put to death,", "And I in better ſtate than e're I was.", "Purſ. God hold it, to your Honours good content.", "Haſt. Gramercy Fellow : there drink that for me.", "[Throws him his Purſe.", "Purſ. I thank your Honour.", "Enter a Priſet.", "[Exit Purſuivant.", "Priſet. Well met, my Lord, I am glad to fee your Honour.", "Haſt. I thank thee, good Sir ſich, with all my heart,", "I am in your debt, for your laſt Exercife :", "Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.", "Priſet. Ple wait upon your Lordſhip.", "Enter Buckingham.", "Buck. VVhat, talking with a Priſet, Lord Chamberlain ?", "Your Friends at Pomfret, they do need the Priſet,", {"bbox

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Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret ! O thou bloody Prifon !
Fatal and ominous to Noble Peers,

Within the guilty Closure of thy Walls,

Richard the Second here was hackt to death :
And for more flander to thy dimal Seat,
We give to thee our guiltlesſ Blood to drink.

Gray. Now Margarets Curſe is faln upon our Heads,
When the exclaim'd on Haſtings, you, and I,
For ſtanding by, when Richard ſtab'd her Son.

Riv. Then curs'd the Richard,
Then cur'd the Buckingham,

Then curs'd the Haſtings. O remember God,

To hear her Prayer for them, as now for us :

As for my Sifter, and her Princely Sons,

Be fatiſh'd, dear God, with our true Blood,

Which as thou know'st, unjuſtly muſt be ſpilt.

Rat. Make haſte, the hour of death is now expir'd.

Riv. Come Gray, come Vaughan, let us here embrace,
Farewell, until we meet again in Heaven.
[Exeunt]

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Buckingham, Derby, Haſtings, Bifhop of Ely, Nor-
folk, Ratcliffe, Lovel, with others, at a Table.

Haſt. Now Noble Peers, the cauſe why we are met,

is to determine of the Coronation :

In Gods Name ſpeak, when is the Royal day ?

Buck. Is all things ready for the Royal time ?

Derb. It is, and wants but Nomination.

Ely. To morrow then I judge a happy day.

Buck. Who knows the Lord Protecſors mind herein ?
Who is moſt inward with the Noble Duke ?

Ely. Your Grace, we think, ſhould ſooneſt know his
mind.

Buck. We know each others Faces: for our Hearts,
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours,
Or I of his, my Lord, than you of mine :
Lord Haſtings, you and he are near in love.

Haſt. I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well :
But for his purpofe in the Coronation,

I have not ſounded him, nor he deliver'd

His gracious pleafure any way therein :

But you, my Honourable Lord, may name the time,
And in the Dukes behalf I'le give my Voice,

Which I prefume he'll take in gentle part.

Enter Glouceſter.

Ely. In happy time here comes the Duke himselfſ.

Rich. My Noble Lords, and Couſins all, good morrow :
I have been long a ſleeper: but I truſt,

My abſence doth neglect no great deſign,

Which by my prefence might have been concluded.

Buck. Had you not come upon your Q my Lord,
William, Lord Haſtings, had pronounc'd your part ;
I mean your Voice, for Crowning of the King.

Rich. Than my Lord Haſtings, no man might be bolder,
His Lordſhip knows me well, and loves me well.

My Lord of Ely, when I was laſt in Holbourn,
I ſaw good Strawberries in your Garden there,
I do beſeech you, ſend for ſome of them.

Ely. Marry and will, my Lord, with all my heart.

[Exit Bifhop.

Rich. Conſin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Catesby hath founded Haſtings in our buſinels,
And finds the teſty Gentleman ſo hot,

That he will loſe his Head, e're give confent

His Maſter's Child, as worſhipfully he tearrs it,

Shall loſe the Royalty of Englands Thrope.

Buck. Withdraw your ſelf a while, I'le go with you.

[Exeunt.]

Derb. We have not yet ſet down this day of Triumph:
To morrow, in my judgment, is too ſudden,

For I my ſelf am not ſo well provided,
As eſſe I would be, were the day prolong'd.

Enter Bifhop of Ely.

Ely. Where is my Lord, the Duke of Gloeffer ?
I have ſent for theſe Strawberries.

Ha. His Grace looks chearfully and ſmooth this morning,
There's ſome conceit or other ſlikes him well,
When that he bids Good morrow with ſuch Spirit.

I think there's never a Man in Chriſtendom
Can leſſer hide his love, or hate than he,

For by his Face ſtraight ſhall you know his Heart.

Derb. What of his Heart perceſe you in his Face,
By any livelihood he ſhew'd to day ?

Haſt. Marry that with no man here he is offendeſt:
For were he, he had ſhewn it in his Looks.

Enter Richard, and Buckingham.

Rich. I pray you all, tell me what they deferve,
That do confipre my death with devilil Plots
Of damned Witchcraft, and that have prevail'd
Upon my Body with their Hellilſh Charmes.

Haſt. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord,
Makes me moſt forward, in this Princely prefence,
To Doom th' Offenders, whoſo'e're they be:
I ſay, my Lord, they have deſerued death.

Rich. Then be your Eyes the witneſſs of their Evil,
Look how I am bewich'd : behold mine Arm
Is like a blaſted Sapling wither'd up :

And this is Edward's Wife, that monſtrous Witch,
Conſorted with that Harlot, Strumpet Shore,
That by their Witchcraft thus have marked me.

Haw. If they have done this deed, my Noble Lord.

Rich. If ? thou Protecſor of this damned Strumpet,
Talk'th ſt thou to me of Iſſes; Thou art a Traytor,
Off with his Head; now by Saint Paul I ſwear,
I will not dine, until I fee the fame.

Lovel and Ratcliffe, look that it be done.

The reſt that love me, rife, and follow me.

[Exeunt]

Manent Lovel and Ratcliffe, with the Lord
Haſtings.

Haſt. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me,
For I, too ſond, might have prevented this :

Stanly did dream, the Boar did rowze our Helmes,
And I did ſcorn it, and diſdain to ſlye:

Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horſe did ſtumble
And ſtarted, when he looked upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the ſlaughter-houſe.

O now I need the Priſſt that ſpake to me :

I now repent I told the Purſuivant,

As too triumphing, how mine Enemies

To day at Pomſret bloodily were butcher'd,

And I my ſelf ſecure, in grace and favour.

Oh Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy Curſe
Is lighted on poor Haſtings' wretched Head.

Ra. Come, come, diſpatch, the Duke would be at dinner,
Make a ſhort Shriſt, he longs to fee your Head.

Haſt. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for, than the grace of God !
Who builds his hope in air of your good Looks,
Lives like a drunken Sailor on a Maſt,
Ready with every Nod to tumble down
Into the fatal Bowels of the Deep.

Lov. Come, come, diſpatch, 'tis bootleſts to exclaim.

Haſt. O bloody Richard, miferable England,
I propheſe the fearfull ſt time to thee,
That ever wretched Age hath look'd upon.

Come, lead me to the Block, bear him my Head,
They ſmile at me, who ſhortly ſhall be dead.

[Exeunt. Enter

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Enter Richard, a nd Buckingham, in rotten Armour mar-
vellous ill-favoured.

Rich. Come, Cousin,
Can't thou take, and change thy colour,
Marther thy breath in mid life of a word,
And then again begin, and stop again,

As if thou were diftraught, and mad with terror ?

Rich. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep Tragedian,
Speak, and look back, and prie on every fide,
Tremble, and start at wagging of a Straw !
Intending deep sufpfition, gaffly Loo k
Are at my fervice, like enforced Smiles ;
And both are ready in their Offices,
At any time to grace my Stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone ?

Rich. He is, and fee he brings the Mayor along.

Enter the Mayor and Catesby.

Buck. Lord Mayor.

Rich. Look to the Draw-bridge there.

Buck. Heark, a Drum.

Rich. Catesby, o'relook the Walls.

Buck. Lord Mayor, the reafon we have ſent.

Rich. Look back, defend there, here are Enemirs.

Buck. God and our Innocency defend, and guard us.

Enter Lovel and Ratcliffe, with Haftings Head.

Rich. Be patient, they are Friends : Ratcliffe and Lovel,
Lov. Here is the Head of that ignoble Traitor,
The dangerous and unsuſpected Haſtings.

Rich. So dear I lov'd the man, that I muſt weep :
I took him for the plainest harmleſs Creature,
That breath'd upon the Earth, a Chriſtian:
Made him my Book, wherein my Soul recorded
The Hiftory of her ſecret thoughts.

So smooth he daub'd his Vice with ſhew of Vertue.

That his apparent open Guilt omitted,
I mean his Converſation with Shore's Wife,
He liv'd from all Attainder of ſuſpects.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covertſt ſhelter'd Traitor
That ever liv'd.

Would you imagine, or almoſt believe,
Wer't not, that by great preſervation

We live to tell it, that the flubtle Traitor

Thisday had plotted, in the Counſel-Houſe,

To murther me, and my good Lord of Gloſter.

MAY. Had he done ſo ?

Rich. What ! think you we are Turks, or Infidels ?
Or that we would, againſt the form of Law,
Proceed thus rafhly in the Villains death,
But that the extream peril of the cafe,
The Peace of England, and our Perfons safety,
Enforc'd us to this Execution.

MAY. Now fair ſeafter you, he deſerv'd his death,
And your good Graces both have well proceeded,
To warn ſalſe Traitors from the like Attempſ.

Buck. I never look'd for better at his hands,

After he once fell in with Mifſrels Shore :

Yet had we not determin'd he ſhould die,
Until your Lordship came to ſee his end,

Which now the loving haſte of theſe our Friends,
Something againſt our meanings, have prevented ;

Because, my Lord, I would have had you heard

The Traitor ſpeak, and timerouſly confers

The manner and the purpofe of his Treafons :

That you might well have ſignify'd the ſame

Unto the Citizens, who haply may

Mifconſtrue us in him, and wait his death.

MAY. But, my good Lord, your Grace's words ſhall ſerve,
As well as I had ſeen, and heard him ſpeak :

And do not doubt, right Noble Princes both,
But Ile acquaint our duteous Citizens

With all your juſt proceedings in this cafe.

Rich. And to that end we wuſh'd your Lordship here,
T'avoid the Cenſures of the carping World.

Rich. Which ſince you come too late of our intent,

Yet witneſs what you hear we did intend :

And ſo, my good Lord Mayor, we bid farewell.

[Exit Mayor.

Rich. Go after, after, Cousin Buckingham.

The Mayor towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poſt:

There, at your meeteſt vantage of the time,

Infer the Baſtardy of Edwards Children,

Tell them, how Edward put to death a Citizen,

Only for ſaying, he would make his Son

Heir to the Crown, meaning indeed his Houſe,

Which, by the Sign thereof was termed ſo.

Moreover, urge his hateful Luxury,

And beſtiall appetite in change of Luft,

Which ſtretch'd unto their Servants, Daughters, Wives,

Even where his raging Eye, or ſavage Heart,

Without controll, luſted to make a prey.

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my Perſon :

Tell them, when that my Mother went with Child

Of that infatiate Edward, Noble York,

My Princely Father then had Wars in France,

And by true computation of the time,

Found, that the Iſſue was not his begot :

Which well appear'd in his Lineaments,

Being nothing like the Noble Duke, my Father :

Yet touch this ſparingly, as 'twere far off,

Because, my Lord, you know my Mother lives.

Buck. Doubt not, my Lord, I'le play the Orator,

As if the Golden Fee, for which I plead,

Were for my ſelf : and, my Lord, adieu.

Rich. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynards Caſſle,

Where you ſhall find me well accompanied

With reverend Fathers, and well-learned Bifhops.

Buck. I go, and towards three or four a Clock

Look for the News that the Guild-Hall affords.

[Exit Buckingham.

Rich. Go, Lovell, with all ſpeed to Doctor Shaw,

Go thou to Fryar Benker, bid them both

Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Caſſle.

[Exit.

Now will I go to take ſome privy Order,

To draw the Brats of Clarence out of fight,

And to give order, that no manner of perſon

Have any time recourse unto the Princes.

[Exit.

Enter a ſerivener.

Scr. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Haſtings,
Which in a ſet hand fairly is engroſſ'd.

That it may be to day read o're in Pauls,

And mark how well the ſequel hangs together :

Eleven hours I have ſpent to write it over,

For yeſter-night by Catesby was it ſent me,

The Precedent was full as long a doing,

And yet within theſe five hours Haſtings liv'd,

Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.

Here's a good World the while; who is ſo groſs

That cannot fee this palpable device?

Yet who ſo bold, but ſay he fees it not ?

Bad is the World, and all will come to nought,

When ſuch ill dealing muſt be ſeen in thought.

[Exit.

Enter Richard and Buckingham at ſeveral doors.

Rich. How now, how now, what ſay the Citizens ?

Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord,

The Citizens are mum, ſay not a word.

Rich. Touch'd you the Baſtardy of Edwards Children ?

Buck. I did, with his Contraſt with Lady Lucy,

And his Contraſt by Deputy in France.

Th'unſatiuate greedineſs of his defire,

And his enforcement of the City Wives,

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His Tyranny for Trifles, his own Balfardy,
As being got, your Father then in France,
And his remembrance, being not like the Duke.
Withal, I did infer your Lineaments,
Being the right Idea of your Father,
Both in your form, and Noblenefs of Mind:
Laid open all your Victories in Scotland,
Your Difcipline in War, Wifdom in Peace,
Your Bounty, Vertue, fair Humility:
Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpofe,
Untoucht, or fleightly handled in dilcourfe.
And when my Oratory grew toward end,
I bid them that did love their Countries good,
Cry, God fave Richard, England's Royal King.

Rich. And did they fo ?

Buck. No, so God help me, they ſpake not a word,
But like dumb Statues or breathing Stones,
Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale :
Which when I faw, I reprehended them,
And ask'd the Mayor, what meant this wilful ſilence?
His anſwer was, the people were not uſed
To be ſpoke to, but by the Recorder.

Then he was urg'd to tell my Tale again:
Thus faith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd,
But nothing ſpoke in warrant from himſelf.
When he had done, ſome followers of mine own,
At lower end of the Hall, hurl'd up their Caps,
And ſome ten voices cry'd, God fave King Richard:
And thus I took the vantage of those ſew.

Thanks, gentle Citizens and Friends, quoth I,
This general applaufe, and chearful ſhout,
Argues your wifdom, and your love to Richard:
And even here brake off, and came away.

Rich. What Tongue-lefs Blocks were they,
Would they not ſpeak?

Will not the Mayor then, and his Brethren, come ?

Buck. The Mayor is here at hand: intend ſome fear,
Be not you ſpoke with, but by mighty ſuit:
And look you get a Prayer-Book in your hand,
And ſtand between two Church-men, good my Lord,
For on that ground Ple make a holy Defcant:

And be not easily won to our requeſts,
Play the Maids part, fill anſwer nay, and take it.
Rich. I go: and if you plead as well for them,
As I can ſay nay to thee for my ſelf,

No doubt we bring it to a happy ſiſue.

Buck. Go, go up to the Leads, the Lord Mayor knocks.

Enter Lord Mayor, and Citizens.

Welcome my Lord, I dance attendance here,
I think the Duke will not be ſpoke withall.

Enter Catesby.

Buck. Now Catesby, what ſays your Lord to my requeſt ?

Cates. He doth intreat your Grace, my Noble Lord,
To vifit him to morrow, or next day:
He is within, with two right Reverend Fathers,
Divinely bent to Meditation,

And in no worldly Suits would he be mov'd,
To draw him from his holy Exercife.

Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke,
Tell him, my ſelf, the Mayor and Aldermen,
In deep defigns, in matter of great moment,
No ſelf importing than our general Good,
Are come to have ſome conference with his Grace.

Cates. Ple ſignifie ſo much unto him ſtraight.

[Exit.]

Buck. Ah ha, my Lord, this Prince is not an Edward,
He is not lulling on a lew'd Love-Bed :

But on his Knees at Meditation :

Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans,
But meditating with two deep Divines :

Not fleeping, to engroſs his idle Body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful Soul.

Happy were England, would this vertuous Prince

Take on his Grace the Soveraignty thereof.
But fure I fear we ſhall not win him to it.

Mayor. Marry God defend his Grace ſhould ſay us nay.

Buck. I fear he will: here Catesby comes again.

Enter Catesby.

Now Catesby, what ſays his Grace ?

Cates. He wonders to what end you have affembled
Such troops of Citizens to come to him,
His Grace not being wari'd thereof before :
He fears, my Lord, you mean no good to him.

Buck. Sorry I am, my Noble Couſin ſhould
Sufpect me, that I mean no good to him :
By Heaven, we come to him in perſect love,
And ſo once more return, and tell his Grace.

When holy and devout Religious men
Are at their Beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
So ſwee't is zealous Contemplation.

[Exit.]

Enter Richard aloft, between two Bishops.

Ma. See where his Grace ſtands 'tween two Clergymen.

Buck. Two Props of Vertue, for a Chriſtian Prince,
To ſtay him from the fall of Vaniſ:
And fee a Book of Prayer in his hand,
True Ornaments to know a holy Man.

Famous Plantagener, moſt gracious Prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requeſts,
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy Devotion and right Chriſtian Zeal.

Rich. My Lord, there needs no ſuch Apology:
I do beſeeth your Grace to pardon me,
Who earneſt in the ſervice of th' high God,
Deſer't the vifitation of my Friends.

But leaving this, what is your Graces pleafure?

Buck. Even that (I hope) which pleafeth God above,
And all good men, of this ungovern'd ſle.

Rich. I do ſuſpect I have done ſome offence,
That ſeems diſgracious in the Cities Eye,
And that you come to reprehend my Ignorance.

Buck. You have, my Lord,
Would it might pleafe your Grace,

On our entreaties to amend your fault.

Rich. Eſle wherefore breathe I in a Chriſtian Land.

Buck. Know then, it is your fault that you reſign
The Supream Seat, the THRONE Majeftical,

The Sceptred office of your Anceſtors,
Your State of Fortune, and your due of Birth,
The Lineal Glory of your Royal Houſe,
To the corruption of a blemiſh'd Stock :

Whiles in the mildneſs of your fleepy thoughts,
(Which here we waken to our Countries good.)
The Noble ſle doth want his proper Limbs:
His Face defac'd with skars of Infamy,

His Royal Stock graft with ignoble Plants,
And almoſt ſhouldred in the ſhouldling. Gulf
Of dark forgetfulneſs, and deep Oblivion.
Which to recure, we heartily ſolicit

Your gracious ſelf to take on you the charge
And Kingly Government of this your Land :
Not as Protector, Steward, Subſtitute,
Or lowly Factor, for anothers gain ;

But as ſuccellively, from Blood to Blood,
Your right of Birth, your Empiry, your own.
For this, conſorted with the Citizens,
Your very Worſhipful and loving Friends,

And by their vehement inſtigation,
In this juſt Caufe come I to move your Grace.

Rich. I cannot tell, if to depart in ſilence,
Or bitterly to ſpeak in your reproof,
Beſt ſatteth my Degree, or your Condition.
For not to anſwer, you might haply think
Tongue-ty'd Ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the Golden Yoak of Soveraignty,
Which fondly you would here impoſe on me.

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If to reprove you for this fuit of yours,
So feafon'd with your faithful love to me,
Then on the other fide I check'd my Friends.
Therefore to fpeak, and to avoid the firft,
And then in speaking, not to incur the laft,
Definitively thus I anſwer you.
Your love deferves my thanks, but my defert
Unmeritable, ſhuns your high requeſt.
Firſt, if all Obſtacles were cut away,
And that my Path were even to the Crown,
As the ripe Revenue, and due of Birth:
Yet ſo much is my poverty of Spirit,
So mighty, and ſo many my deſeſts,
That I would rather hide me from my Greatneſs,
Being a Bark to brook no mighty Sea;
Than in my Greatneſs covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my Glory ſmoſther'd.
But God be thank'd, there is no need of me,
And much I need to help you, were there need:
The Royal Tree hath left us Royal Fruit,
Which mellow'd by the ſtealing hours of time,
Will well become the Seat of Majety,
And make us (no doubt) happy by his Reign.
On him I lay that, you would lay on me,
The Right and Fortune of his happy Stars,
Which God defend that I ſhould wring from him.

Buck. My Lord, this argues Conſcience in your Grace,
But the reſpects thereof are nice, and trivial,
All circumſtances well considered.

You ſay, that Edward is your Brothers Son,
So ſay we too, but not by Edwards Wife:
for firſt was he contract to Lady Lucy,
Your Mother lives a Wiftheft to his Vow,
And afterward by ſubſtitute betroth'd
To Bona, Sifter to the King of France.
Theſe both put off, a poor Petitioner,
A Care-craz'd Mother to a many Sons,
A Beauty-waining, and diſtrefled Widow,
Even in the after-noon of her beſt day,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye,
Sedue'd the pitch, and height of his degree,
To bafe declenſion, and loath'd Biganie.
By her, in his unlawful Bed, he got
This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince.
More bitterly could I expofuteal,
Save that for reverence of ſome alive,
I give a ſparing limit to my Tongue.
Then, good my Lord, take to your Royal ſelf
This proſſer'd benefit of Dignity:
If not to bleſſ us, and the Land withal,
Yetto draw forth your Noble Anceſtury
From the corruption of abuſing times,
Unto a Lineal true derived courſe.

Mayor. Do, good my Lord, your Citizens intreat you.

Buck. Refuſe not, mighty Lord, this proſſer'd love.

Cates. O make them joyful, grant their lawful ſuit.

Rich. Alas, why would you heap this Care on me ?

I am unfit for State, and Majety :

I do beſech you take it not amſis,

I cannot, nor I will not yield to you.

Buck. If you reſuſe it, as in love and zeal,
Loth to depoſe the Child your Brothers Son,
As well we know your tenderneſs of Heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorſe,
Which we have noted in you to your Kindred,
And equally indeed to all Eſtates:
Yet know, where you accept our ſuit, or no,
Your Brothers Son ſhall never reign our King,
But we will plant ſome other in the THRONE,
To the diſgrace and down-fall of your Houſe :
And in this refolution here we leave you.

Come Citizens, we will intreat no more.

[Exeunt.]

Cates. Call him again, ſweet Prince, accept their ſuit :
If you deny them, all the Land will true it.

Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares ?
Call them again, I am not made of Stones,
But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
Albeit againſt my Conſcience and my Soul.

Enter Buckingham and the reſt.

Couſin of Buckingham, and Sage men,
Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
To bear her burthen, whether, I will or no,
I muſt have patience to endure the Load :
But if black Scandal, or foul-fac'd Reproach,
Attend the ſequel of your Impoſition,
Your meer enforcement ſhall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and ftains thereof,
For God doth know, and you may partly fee,
How far I am from the defire of this.

Mayor. God bleſſ your Grace, we ſee it, and will ſay it.

Rich. In faying ſo, you ſhall but ſay the truth.

Buck. Then I falute you with this Royal Title,
Long live King Richard, Englands worthy King.

All, Amen.

Buck. To morrow may it pleafe you to be Crown'd.

Rich. Even when you pleafe, for you will have it ſo.

Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace,
And ſo moſt joyfully we take our leave.

Rich. Come, let us to our holy Work again.

Farewell my Couſins, farewell gentle Friends.

[Exeunt.]

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter the Queen, Anne Dutchefſ of Gloceſter, the Dutchefſ of York, and Marqueſs of Dorſet.

Dutch. York. Who meets us here ?

My Niece Plantagenet,

Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Gloſter ?

Now, for my Life, ſhe's wandring to the Tower,

On pure hearts love, to greet the tender Prince.

Daughter, well met.

Anne. God give your Graces both a happy

And a joyful time of day.

Qu. As much to you, good Sifter: whither away ?

Anne. No farther than the Tower, and as I gueſſ,

Upon the like devotion as your ſelves,

To gratulate the gentle Princes there.

Qu. Kind Sifter thanks, we'll never enter all together.

Enter the Lieutenant.

And in good time, here the Lieutenant comes.

Maſter Lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,

How doth the Prince, and my young Son of Tork?

Lieu. Right well, dear Madam: by your patience,

I may not ſuffer you to viſit them,

The King hath ſtrictly charg'd the contrary.

Qu. The King ? who's that?

Lieu. I mean the Lord Protector.

Qu. The Lord proteſt him from that Kingly Title.

Hath he ſet bounds between their love, and me?

I am their Mother, who ſhall bar me from them?

Dutch. I am their Fathers Mother, I will ſee them.

Anne. Their Aunt I am in Law, in love their Mother :
Then bring me to their fightſ, I'le bear thy blame,
And take thy Office from thee, on my peril.

Lieu. No, Madam, no, I may not leave it ſo :

I am bound by Oath, and therefore pardon me.

[Exit Lieutenant.]

Enter Stanly.

Stan. Let me but meet you Ladies one hour hence,
And I'le falute your Grace of York as Mother,
And reverend looker on of two fair Queens.

Come Madam, you muſt ſtraight to Westminſter,
There to be Crowned Richards Royal Queen.

Qu. Ah, cut my Lace afunder,

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["198", "The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "That my pent Heart may have some scope to bear,\nOr else I woon with this dead-killing news.", "Ann. Despightful tidings, O unpleasing news.", "Dorf. Be of good chear : Mother, how fares your Grace?", "Qu. O Dorfet, I speak not to me, get thee gone,\nDeath and Destruction dogs thee at thy heels,\nThy Mothers Name is ominous to Children.", "If thou wilt: out-trip Death, go crofs the Seas,", "And live with Richmond, from the reach of Hell.", "Go hye thee, hye thee from this floughter-house,", "Left thou increafe the number of the dead,", "And make me die the thrall of Margaret's Curfe,", "Nor Mother, Wife, nor England's counted Queen.", "Stan. Full of wife care is this your Counfel, Madam:\nTake all the twift advantage of the hours:\nYou shall have Letters from me to my Son,\nIn your behalf, to meet you on the way:\nBe not ta'ne tardy by unwife delay.", "Due. Tor. O ill delivering Wind of Mifery,", "O my accur'd Womb, the Bed of Death :", "A Cockatrice haft thou hatch'd to the World,", "Whose unayoid Eye is Murtherous.", "Stan. Come, Madam, come, I in all haſte was ſent,", "Ann. And I with all unwillingneſs will go,", "O would to God, that the inclusive Verge", "Of Golden Metal, that muſt round my Brow,", "Were red hot Steel to fear me to the Brains,", "Anointed let me be with deadly Venom,", "And die e're Men fay, God fave the Queen.", "Qu. Go, go, poor Soul, I envy not thy Glory,\nTo feed my humour with thy ſelf no harm.", "Ann. No: why ? When he that is my Husband now,\nCame to me, as I follow'd Henry's Ceare,\nWhen scarce the Blood was well waſt'd from his hands,\nWhich illied from my other Angel Husband,", "And that dear Saint, which then I weeping follow'd :", "O, when I fay, I look'd on Richard's Face,", "This was my Wih : Be thou quoth I) accuſt,", "For making me, to young, to old a Widow :", "And when thou wed'ſt, let Sorrow haunt thy Bed :", "And be thy Wife, if any be so mad,", "More miferable, by the Life of thee,", "Than thou haſt made me, by my dear Lords Death,", "Loe, e're I can repeat this Curſe again,", "Witlin' ſo small a time my Womans Heart", "Groſſly grew captive to his honey words,", "And prowd the ſubject of mine own Souls Ceare,", "Which hitherto hath held mine Eyes from reſt :", "For never yet one hour in his Bed", "Did I enjoy the golden dew of Sleep,", "But with his timorous Dreams was it still awak'd.", "Beides, he hates me for my Father Warwick,", "And will (no doubt) shortly be rid of me.", "Qu. Poor heart, Adieu, I pity thy complaining.", "Ann. No more than with my Soul I mourn for yours.", "Dorf. Farewel, thou woful welcomer of Glory.", "Ann. Adieu, poor Soul, that tak'ſt thy leave of it.", "Due. Tor. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee,", "Go thou to Richard, and good Angels tend thee,", "Go thou to Sanctuary, and good thoughts poffeſs thee,", "I to my Grave, where Peace and reſt Iye with me.\nEighty odd years of forrow have I feen,", "And each hours joy wrack'd with a week of teen.", "Qu. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower,", "Pity, you ancient Stones, thofe tender Babes,", "Whom Envy hath immur'd within your Walls,", "Rough Cradle for fuch little pretty ones,", "Rude ragged Nurſe, old ſullen Play-fellow,", "For tender Princes: uſe my Babies well ;", "So foolifh Sorrows, bid your Stones farewel,", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Secunda.", "Sound a Sonnet. Enter Richard in pomp, Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Loyel.", "Rich. Stand all apart, Couſin of Buckingham.", "Buck. My gracious Soveraign.", "Rich. Give me thy hand.", "Thus high, by thy advice, and thy affiſtance,\nIs King Richard Seated :", "But ſhall we wear theſe Glories for a day ?", "Or ſhall they laſt, and we rejoice in them ?", "Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them laſt,", "Rich. Ah Buckingham, now do I play the Touch,", "To try if thou be current Gold indeed:", "Young Edward lives, think now what I would ſpeak", "Buck. Say on, my loving Lord.", "Rich. Why, Buckingham, I fay I would be King.", "Buck. Why ſo you are, my thrice renowned Lord.", "Rich. Ha ? am I King ? ?tis ſo : but Edward lives.", "Buck. True, Noble Prince.", "Rich. O bitter Conſequence !", "That Edward till should live true Noble Prince,", "Couſin, thou waſt not want to be ſo dull.", "Shall I be plain ? I wif the Baſtards dead,", "And I would have it ſuddenly perform'd.", "What ſay'ſt thou now ? I ſpeak ſuddenly, be brief.", "Buck. Your Grace may do your pleasure.", "Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all Ice, thy kindneſs freezes:", "Say, have that conſent, that they ſhall die ?", "Buck. Give me ſome little breath, ſome paſſe, dear Lord,", "Before I poſitively ſpeak in this:", "I will reſolve you herein preſently. [Exit.]", "Rich. The King is angry, fee he gnaws his Lip.", "Rich. I will converſe with Iron-witted Fools,", "And unreſpective Boys: none are for me,", "That look into me with conſiderate Eyes,", "High-reaching Buckingham grows circumpect.", "Boy.", "Page. My Lord.", "Rich. Know'ſt thou not any, whom corrupting Gold\nWill tempt unto a cloſe exploit of Death ?", "Page. I know a diſcontented Gentleman,\nWhole ſhumble means match not his haughty ſpirit:", "Gold were as good as twenty Orators,", "And will (no doubt) tempt him to any thing.", "Rich. What is his Name ?", "Page. His Name, my Lord, is Tirrell.", "Rich. I partly know the Man : go call him hither,", "Boy.", "[Exit.]", "The deep revolving witty Buckingham,", "No more I shall be the neighbour to my Counſels.", "Hath he ſo long held out with me untyr'd,", "And ſtops he now for Breath ? Well, be it so.", "Enter Stanly.", "How now, Lord Stanly, what's the news?", "Stan. Know, my loving Lord, the Marqueſs Dorſet,\nAs I hear, is ſled to Richmond,", "In the parts where he abides.", "Rich. Come hither, Catesby, rumor it abroad,", "That Ann my Wife is very grievous ſick,", "I will take order for her keeping cloſe.", "Inquire me out ſome mean poor Gentlemen,", "Whom I will marry ſtraight to Clarence Daughter :", "The Boy is foolifh, and I fear not him.", "Look how thou dream'ſt: I fay again, give out,", {"bbox": [681, 1260, 968, 127

["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "199", "Uncertain way of gain. But I am in\nSo far in blood, that fin will pluck on fin,\nTear-falling Pity dwells not in this Eye.", "Enter Tirrel.", "Is thy Name Tirrel ?", "Tir. James Tirrel, and your most obedient Subject.", "Rich. Art thou indeed ?", "Tir. Prove me, my gracious Lord.", "Rich. Dar't thou resolve to kill a Friend of mine ?", "Tir. Pleafe you :", "But I had rather kill two Enemies.", "Rich. Why then thou haſt it: two deep Enemies,", "Foes to my Reſt, and my ſweet fleeps diſturbers,", "Are they that I would have thee deal upon :", "Tirrel, I mean those Baſtards in the Tower.", "Tir. Let me have open means to come to them,", "And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them.", "Rich. Thou ſing'ſt sweet Mufick :", "Heark, come hither Tirrel,", "Go by this token: rife, and lend thine Ear,", "[Whisper.]", "There is no more but to: ſay it is done,", "And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.", "Tir. I will dispatch it ſtraight.", "Enter Buckingham.", "Buck, My Lord, I have confider'd in my mind,", "The late requeſt that you did found me in.", "Rich. Well, let that reſt: Dorſet is ſed to Richmond.", "Buck. I hear the news, my Lord.", "Rich. Steanly, he is your Wives Son: well, look unto it.", "Buck. My Lord, I claim the gift, my due by promife,", "for which your Honour and your Faith is pawn'd.", "T' Earldom of Hereford, and the Movables,", "Which you think on Haſlings, and be gone.", "Rich. Steanly, look to your Wife: if the convey", "Letters to Richmond, you shall anſwer it.", "Buck. What ſays your Highneſts to my juſt requeſt ?", "Rich. I do remember me, Henry the Sixth", "Did Propheſe, that Richmond should be King,", "When Richmond was a little peevish Boy.", "A King perhaps.", "Buck. May it please you to reſolve me in my ſuit.", "Rich. Thou troubleſt me, I am not in the vein. [Exit.", "Buck. And is it thus ? repairs he my deep ſervice", "With ſuch contempt ? made I him King for this ?", "O let me think on Haſlings, and be gone.", "To Breenock, while your ſtearful head is on. [Exit.", "Enter Tirrel.", "Tir. The tyrannous and bloody Act is done,", "The moſt Arch-deed of pitcous maſacre", "That ever yet this Land was guilty of:", "Dighton and Forreſt, whom I did ſuborn.", "To do this piece of ruthful Butchery,", "Albeit they were fleſt Villains, bloody Dogs,", "Melted with tenderneſs, and mild compaſſion,", "Wept like to Children, in their deaths ſad ſtory,", "O thus (quoth Dighton) lay the gentle Babes :", "Thus, thus (quoth Forreſt) girdling one another", "Within their Alabaſter innocent arms :", "Their lips were four red Rofes on a ſtalk,", "And their Summer Beauty kift each other.", "A Book of Prayers on their Pillow lay,", "Which once (quoth Forreſt) almoſt chang'd my mind :", "But oh the Devil, there the Villain ſtope :", "When Dighton thus told on, we finothered", "The moſt replenilſhed ſweet work of Nature,", "That from the prime Creation e're the framed.", "Hence both are gone with Conſtience and Remorſe,", "They could not ſpeak, and so I left them both,", "To bear theſe tydings to the bloody King.", "Enter Richard.", "And here he comes. All health my Soveraign Lord.", "Rich. Kind Tirrel, am I happy in the News ?", "Tir. If to have done the thing you gave in charge", "Beget your happineſs, be happy then,", "For it is done.", "Rich. But did it thou fee them dead ?", "Tir. I did, my Lord.", "Rich. And buried, gentle Tirrel ?", "Tir. The Chaplain of the Tower hath buried them,\nBut where (to fay the truth) I do not know.", "Rich. Come to me Tirrel ſoon, and after Supper,\nWhen thou there ſhalt tell the proceeds of their death.\nMean time, but think how I may do thee good,\nAnd be inheritor of thy deſire.", "Farewell till then.", "Tir. I humbly take leave.", "Rich. The Son of Clarence have I pent up cloſe,\nHis Daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage,\nThe Sons of Edward ſleep in Abrahams boſom,\nAnd Ann my Wife hath bid this World good night.\nNow for I know the Britain Richmond aims\nAt young Elizabeth my Brothers Daughter,\nAnd by that knot looks proudly on the Crown,\nTo her go I, a jolly thriving Wooer.", "Enter Ratcliff.", "Rat. My Lord.", "Rich. Good or bad News, that thou com'ſt in so bluntly ?", "Rat. Bad news, my Lord, Mourton is ſed to Richmond,", "And Buckingham, backt with the hardy Welſhmen,", "Is in the Field, and fill his power encreaſeth.", "Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near,\nThan Buckingham and his rath levied ſtrength.", "Come, I have learn'd that fearful commenting", "Is leaden Servitor to dull delay.", "Delay leads impotent and Snail-pac'd Beggery :", "Then ſiery expedition be my wing,", "Joves Mercury, and Herald for a King :", "Go muſter men: My Counſel is my Shield,", "We muſt be brief, when Traytors brave the Field. [Exeunt.", "## Scena Tertia.", "Enter Old Queen Margaret.", "Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow,", "And drop into the rotten mouth of death :", "Here in theſe Confines ſily have I lurkt,", "To watch the waning of mine Enemies.", "A dire inducation am I witneſſ to,", "And will to France, hoping the conſequence", "Will prove as bitter, black, and Tragical.", "Withdraw thee wretched Margaret, who comes here ?", "Enter Dutchef's and Queen.", "Queen. Ah my poor Princes! ah my tender Babes!", "My unblown Flowers, new appearing weſets :", "If yet your gentle Souls fly in the Air,", "And be not fixt in doom perpetual,", "Hover about me with your airy Wings,", "And here your Mothers Lamentation.", "Mar. Hover about her, ſay that right for right", "Hath dim'd your Infant morn, to Aged night.", "Dut. So many miferies have craz'd my voice,", "That my woe-wearied tongue is ſtill and mute.", "Edward Plantagenet why art thou dead ?", "Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,\nEdward for Edward pays a dying debt.", "Qu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from ſuch gentle Lambs,", "And throw them in the intrails of the Wolf ?", {"bbox": [447, 1249, 779, 1269], "category": "Text", "

["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "200", "As thou canst yield a melancholy feat :", "Then would I hide my bones, not reft them here,\nAh who hath any cause to mourn, but we?", "Mar. If ancient be most reverent,", "Give mine the benefit of Signeury,\nAnd let my griefs frown on the upper hand\nIf forrow can admit Society.", "I had an Edward till a Richard kill'd him :", "I had an Husband, till a Richard kill'd him :", "Thou had'ft an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him :", "Thou had'ft a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.", "Dut. I had a Ri. hard too and thou did'ft kill him ;", "I had a Rutland too, thou holp'ft to kill him.", "Mar. Thou had'ft a Clarence too,", "And Richard kill'd him.", "From forth the kennel of thy Womb hath crept", "A Hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:", "That Dog, that had his Teeth before his Eyes,", "To worry Lambs, and lap their gentle blood :", "That foul defacer of Gods handy. work :", "That reigns in gauled Eyes of weeping Souls :", "That excellent grand Tyrant of the Earth,", "Thy Womb let looke to chafe us to our Graves.", "O upright, juft, and true diſpofing God,", "How do I thank thee, that this carnal Cur", "Preys on the iffue of his Mothers body,", "And makes her Pue-fellow with others moan.", "Dut. Oh Harries Wife, triumph not in my woes :", "God witneſs with me, I have wept for thine.", "Mar. Bear with me : I am hungry for revenge,", "And now I cloy me with beholding it.", "Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward.", "The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward :", "Young Tork, he is but boot, becaule both they", "Match'd not the high perfection of my loſs.", "Thy Clarence he is dead, that ſtab'd my Edward,", "And the beholders of this frantick Play,", "Th' adulterate Haſtіngs, Rivers, Vaughan, Gray,", "Untimely ſmother'd in their dusky Graves.", "Richard yet lives, Hell's black Intelligencer,", "Onely refuſ'd their Factor, to buy Souls,", "And fend them thither: But at hand, at hand", "Infues his piteous and unpitied end.", "Earth gapes, Hell burns, Fends roar, Saints pray,", "To have him suddenly convey'd from hence :", "Cancel his Bond of life, dear God, I pray,", "That I may live, and ſay, The Dog is dead.", "Queen. O thou did'ft Prophely, the time would come,\nThat I ſhould with for thee to help me Curſe", "That botteP'd Spider, that foul bunch-back'd Toad.", "Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourih of my Fortune :", "I call'd thee then, poor Shadow, painted Queen,", "The repreſentation of but what I was ;", "The flattering Index of a direful Pageant,", "One heaw'd a high, to be hurll'd down below :", "A Mother onely mock'd with two fair Babes ;", "A dream of what thou waſt, a garilſh Flag", "To be the aim of every dangerous Shot ;", "A fign of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble :", "A Queen in leaſt, only to fill the Scene.", "Where is thy Husband now ? where be thy Brothers ?", "Where be thy two Sons ? Wherein do'ſt thou Joy ?", "Who ſues, and kneels, and ſays, God ſave the Queen ?", "Where be the bending Peers that flattered thee ?", "Where be the thronging Troops that followed thee ?", "Decline all this, and fee now what thou art.", "For happy Wife, a moſt diſtrefſed Widow :", "For joyful Mother, one that wails the name :", "For one being ſued to, one that humbly ſues :", "For Queen, a very Caytiff, crown'd with care :", "For he that ſcorn'd at me, now ſcorn'd of me :", "For he being feared of all, now fearing one :", "For he commanding all obey'd, of none.", "Thus hath the courſe of Juitſice whirl'd about,", "And left thee but a very prey to time,", "Having no more but thought of what thou waſt,", "To torture thee the more, being what thou art.", "Thou did'ſt uſurp my place, and daſt thou not", "Uſurp the juſt proportion of my Sorrow ?", "Now thy proud Neck bears half my burthen'd yoak,", "From which, even here I flip my wearied head,", "And leave the burthen of it all, on thee.", "Farewell Tork's Wife, and Queen of ſad miſchance,", "Theſe English woes ſhall make me ſinſil in France,", "Queen. O thou well skip'd in Curſes, ſtay a while,", "And teach me how to curſe mine Enemies.", "Mar. Forbear to ſleep the night, and ſaſt the day :", "Compare dead happineſs with living woe :", "Think that thy Babes were ſwifter than they were,", "And he that flew them fowler than he is :", "Bett'ring thy loſs makes the bad cauſer worſe,", "Revolving this, will teach thee how to Curſe.", "Queen. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine", "Mar. Thy woes will make them tharp,", "And pierce like mine.", "[Exit Margaret.", "Dut. Why ſhould calamity be full of words?", "Queen. Windy Avaultions to their Clients Woes,", "Aiery ſluceeders of intellineſt joys,", "Poor breathing Orators of miſeries,", "Let them have ſcope, though what they will impart", "Help nothing else, yet do they caſe the heart.", "Dut. If I, then be Avaultions to go with me,", "And in the breath of bitter words, let's mother", "My damned Son, that thy two ſweet Sons ſmother'd.", "The Trumpet founds, be copious in exclaims.", "Enter King Richard and his Train.", "Rich. Who interceits me in my Expedition ?", "Dut. O he, that might have interceited thee", "By ſtrangling thee in her accurſed Womb,", "From all the ſlaughteſers (Wretch) that thou haſt done.", "Qu. Hid'ſt thou that Forehead with a Golden Crown,\nWhere't ſhould be branded, if that right were right?", "The ſlaughte of the Prince that ow'd that Crown,", "And the dire death of my poor Sons and Brothers.", "Tell me, thou Villain-flaue, where are my Children?", "Dut. Thou Toad, thou Toad,", "Where is thy Brother Clarence ?", "And little Ned Plantagenet his Son ?", "Queen. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Gray?", "Dut. Where is kind Haſtions?", "Rich. A flourilſh, Trumpets; ſtrike Alarum, Drums :", "Let not the Heavens hear theſe Tell-tale women", "Rail on the Lords Anointed. Strike I fay.", "Flourilſh.", "Alarum.", "Either be patient, and increat me fair,",

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Cat. I go.

[Exit.]

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury.

Rich. Why, what would it do there before I go?

Rat. Your Highnefs told me I should poft before.

Rich. My mind is chang'd :

Enter Lord Stanly.

Stanly, what news with you?

Sta. None good, my Liege, to pleafe you with the heart-
Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported. (ing,

Rich. Hoyday, a Riddle neither good nor bad :

What need it thou run so many miles about,

When thou may it tell thy tale the neareft way ?

Once more, what News ?

Sta. Richmond is on the Seas.

Rich. There let him fink, and be the Seas on him,
White-liver'd Run-a-gate, what doth he there?

Sta. I know not, mighty Soveraign, but by guefs.

Rich. Well, as you guefs.

Sta. Stirr'd up by Dorſet, Buckingham, and Morton,
He makes for England, here to claim the Crown.

Rich. Is the Chair empty ? is the Sword unſway'd ?
Is the King dead ? the Empire unpoſſeft ?
What Heir of York is there alive, but we ?
And who is England's King, but great York's Heir ?

Then tell me, what makes he upon the Seas ?

Sta. You cannot gueſs, wherefore the Welch-man comes.

Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Rich. Unleſs for that, my Leige, I cannot gueſs.
Rich. Unleſs for that he comes to be your Leige,

Sta. No, my good Lord, therefore miſtruft me not.

Rich. Where is thy power then to beat him back ?
Where be thy Tenants, and thy followers ?

Are they not now upon the Western ſhore,

Sito-conducting the Rebels from their Ships?

Sta. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the North.

Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the North,
When they ſhould ſerve their Soveraign in the Weſt ?

Sta. They have not been commanded, mighty King,
Pleafeth your Majeſty to give me leave,

I'le muſter up my friends, and meet your Grace,

Where, and what time your Majeſty ſhall pleafe.

Rich. I, thou would it be gone, to joyn with Richmond:
But I ple not truſt thee.

Sta. Moſt mighty Soveraign,

You have no caufe to hold my friendſhip doubtful,
I never was, nor never will be falſe.

Rich. Go then, and muſter men: but leave behind
Your Son George Stanly: look your heart be firm,
Or eſſe his heads affurance is but frail.

Sta. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

[Exit Stanly.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. My gracious Soveraign, now in Devon-ſhire,
As I by friends am well advertis'd,

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty Prelate,

Bilhom of Exeter, his elder Brother,

With many more Confederates are in Arms.

Enter another Meſſenger.

Mef. In Kent, my Liege, the Guilſord's are in Arms,
And every hour Competitors

Flock to the Rebels, and their power grows ſtrong.

Enter another Meſſenger.

Mef. My Lord, the Army of great Buckingham.

Rich. Out on ye, Owls, nothing but Songs of Death.
[He ſtriketh him.

There, take thou that, till thou bring better News.

Mef. The News I have to tell your Majeſty,
Is, that by fuddain Flood, and fall of Waters,

Buckingham's Army is diſpers'd and ſcatter'd,
And he himself wandred away alone,

No man knows whither.

Rich. I cry thee mercy,

There is my Purſe, to cure that blow of thine.

Hath any well adviſed friend proclaim'd

Reward to him that brings the Traytor in ?

Mef. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.

Enter another Meſſenger.

Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marqueſs Dorſet,

Tis faid, my Liege, in York-ſhire are in Arms :

But this good comfort bring I to your Highneſſ,
The Britain Navy is diſpers'd by Tempeſt.

Richmond in Dorſet-ſhire ſent out a Boat
Unto the ſhore, to ask thate on the Banks,

If they were his Aſſiants, yea, or no ?

Who anſwer'd him, they came from Buckingham

Upon his party : he miſtruſting them,

Hoys'd fail, and made his confre again for Britain,

Rich. March on, march on, ſince we are up in Arms,
If not to fight with Forreign Enemies,
Yet to beat down these Rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby.

Cat. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken,
That is the best News, that the Earl of Richmond

Is with a mighty power Landed at Milſord,

Is colder News, but yet they muſt be told.

Rich. Away towards Salisbury: while their reaſon here,
A Royal Battel might be won and loſt :

Some one take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury, the reſt march on with me.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Derby, and Sir Chriſtopher.

Der. Sir Chriſtopher, tell Richmond this from me,
That in the Stye of the moſt deadly Boar,

My Son George Stanly is frankt up in hold :

If I revolt, off goes young George's head,

The fear of that holds off my preſent aid.

So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord.

Withal ſay, that the Queen hath heartily conſented
He ſhouſe eſpouſe Elizabeth her Daughter.

But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now ?

Chri. At Pembrook, or at Hertford Weſt in Wales.

Der. What men of Name reſort to him?

Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier,

Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanly,

Oxford, redoubted Pembrook, Sir James Blunt,

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant Crew,

And many other of great name and worth :

And towards London do they bend their power,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Der. Well, hye thee to thy Lord: I kifs his hand,
My Letter will resolve him of my mind.

Farewell.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Buckingham with Halberds led to Execution.

Buck. Will not King Richard let me ſpeak with him ?

Sher. No, my good Lord, therefore be patient.

Buck, Haffings, and Edward's Children, Gray, and Rivers,
Holy King Henry, and thy fair Son Edward,

Vaughan, and all that have miſcarried

By under-hand corrupted foul injuſtice,

If that your moody diſcontented Souls,

Do through the Clouds behold this preſent hour,

Even for revenge mock my deſtruction.

This is All-Souls Day (Fellow) is it not ?

Sher. It is.

Buck. Why then All-Souls Day, is my Bodies Doome-day.

This is the day, which in King Edwards time

I wifht might fall on me, when I was found

Falſe

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Fale to his Children, and his Wives Allies.

This is the day, wherein I wifht to fall

By the falfe Faith of him whom moft I trusted.

This, this *All-Souls* Day to my fearful Soul,

Is the determin'd refpite of my wrongs:

That high All-feer, which I dallied with,

Hath turn'd my feign'd Prayer on my head,

And given in earneſt, what I begg'd in jeſt:

Thus doth he force the Swords of wicked men

To turn their own points in their Maſters boſoms.

Thus Margaret's curſe falls heavy on my neck:

When he (quoth he) will ſplit thy heart with ſorrow,

Remember Margaret was a Prophetefs:

Come lead me Officers to the Block of name,

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

[Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others,
with Drum and Colours.

Richm. Fellows in Arms, and my moſt loving Friends,
Bruis'd underneath the yoak of Tyranny,
Thus far into the Bowels of the Land,
Have we marcht on without impediment;
And here receive we from our Father Stanly
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement:
The wretched, bloody, and ſurping Boar,
(That ſpoy'd your Summer-Fields, and fruitful Vines)
Swills your warm blood like wath, and makes his trough
In your embowell'd boſoms: This foul Swine

Is now even in the Center of this ſlle,

Near to the Town of Leiveſter, as we learn:

From Tamworth thither, is but one days march.

In Gods name cheerly on, couragious Friends,

To reap the HARvest of perpetual peace,

By this one bloody tryal of ſharp War.

Oſx. Every man's Conſcience is a thouſand men,

To fight againſt this guilty Homicide.

Her. I doubt not, but his Friends will turn to us.

Blun. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,
Which his deareſt need will fly from him.

Rich. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,
True hope is ſwift, and flies with Swallow's wings,
Kings it makes Gods, and meaner Creatures Kings.

[Exeunt omnes.]

Enter King Richard in Arms, with Norfolk, Ratcliff,
and the Earl of Surrey.

Rich. Here pitch our Tent, even here in Bofworth-field;

My Lord of Surrey, why look you fo fad ?

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

Rich. My Lord of Norfolk.

Nor. Here, moſt gracious Liege.

Rich. Norfolk, we muſt have knocks :

Ha, muſt we not ?

Nor. We muſt both give and take, my loving Lord.

Rich. Up with my Tent, here will I lie to night,

But where to morrow ? well, all's one for that.

Who hath deſcried the number of the Traytors ?

Nor. Six or ſeven thouſand is their utmoſt power.

Rich. Why our Battalia trebble that account :

Befides the King's name is a Tower of ſtrength,
Which they upon the adverse Facion want.

Up with the Tent: Come, Noble Gentlemen,

Let us ſurvey the vantage of the ground.

Call for ſome men of ſound direction:

Let's lack no Discipline, make no delay,

For, Lords, to morrow is a buſe day.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorſet.

Richm. The weary Sun hath made a Golden ſet,
And by the bright Tract of his ſiery Car,

Gives token of a goodly day to morrow.

Sir William Brandon, you ſhall bear my Standard:

Give me ſome Ink and Paper in my Tent:

I'le draw the Form and Model of our Battel,

Limit each Leader to his ſeveral Charge,

And part in juſt proportion our ſinſt Power.

My Lord of Oxford, you Sir William Brandon,

And you Sir Walter Herbert ſay with me:

The Earl of Pembrook keeps his Regiment;

Good Captain Blunt, bear my Good night to him,

And by the ſecond hour in the morning,

Deire the Earl to fee me in my Tent:

Yet one thing more, good Captain, do for me:

Where is Lord Stanly Quarter'd, do you know?

Blunt. Unleſs I have miſt'a ne his Colours much,

(Which well I am affuſ'rd I have not done)

His Regiment lies half a mile at leaſt.

South, from the mighty power of the King.

Rich. If without peril it be poffible,

Sweet Blunt, make ſome good means to speak with him,

And give him from me this moſt neeſful Note.

Blunt. Upon my ſelf, my Lord, I'le undertake it,
And fo God give you quiet reſt to night,

Rich. Good night, good Captain Blunt:

Come Gentlemen,

Let us confult upon morrows Bufineſs;

Into my Tent, the Dew is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the Tent.]

Enter Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby.

Rich. What is't a Clock?

Cat. It's Supper time, my Lord, it's nine a Clock.

King. I will not fup to night,

Give me ſome Ink and Paper :

What, is my Beaver eafier than it was ?

And all my Armor laid into my Tent?

Cat. It is, my Liege: and all things are in readiness.

Rich. Good Norfolk, hye thee to thy charge,

Uſe careful Watch, chufe truſely Centinels.

Nor. I go, my Lord.

Rich. Stir with the Lark to morrow, gentle Norſuk.

Nor. I warrant you, my Lord.

Rich. Ratcliff.

Rat. My Lord.

Rich. Send out a Purſuivant at Arms

To Stanly's Regiment: bid him bring his power

Before Sun-riing, left his Son George fall

Into the blind Cave of eternal night.

Fill me a Bowl of Wine: give me a Watch:

Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow:

Look that my Stives beſound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff.

Rat. My Lord.

Rich. Saw it the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himſelf,

Much about Cock-flut time, from Troop to Troop

Went through the Army, cheering up the Souldiers.

King. So, I am ſatisfied: give me a Bowl of Wine,
I have not that alacrity of Spirit,

Nor cheer of Mind, that I was wont to have.

Set it down. Is Ink and Paper ready?

Rat. It is, my Lord.

Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leave me.

Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my Tent,

[Exit Ratcliff.]

And help to Arm. Leave me I lay.

Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent.

Derb. Fortune and Victory fit on thy Helm.

Richm. All comfort, that the dark night can afford,

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Be to thy Perfon, noble Father-in-Law.

Tell me, how fares our Noble Mother ?

Der. 1, by Attourney, bleſſeth thee from thy Mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
So much for that. The filent hours ſteal on,
And flaky darkneſs breaks within the Eaſt.

In brief, for ſo the ſeafon bids us be,
Prepare thy Battel early in the morning,
And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement
Of bloweſtroaks, and mortal Faring War:
I, as I may, that which I would, I cannot,
With beſt advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful ſhock of Armes.
But on thy ſide I may not be too forward,
Left being ſeen, thy Brother, tender George,
be executed in his Fathers fight.

Farewell : the leifure, and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious Vows of Love,
And ample enterchange of ſweet Diſeourſe,
Which to long fundred Friends should dwell upon :
God give us leifure for theſe rites of Love.

Once more Adien, be valiant, and ſpeed well.

Richm. Good Lords, conduct him to his Regiment :
Ile ſtrive, with troubled noife, to take a Nap,
Left leaden flumber poizle me down to morrow,
When I should mount with wings of Victory :
Once more, Good night, kind Lords and Gentlemen.

[Exeunt. Manet Richmond.

O thou, whose Captain I account my ſelf,
Look on my Forces with a gracious Eye :
Put in their hands thy brufing Irons of wrath,
That they may cruſt down with heavy fall,
Th' urſuring Helmets of our Adverfaries.
Make us thy Minifters of Chaſtifement,
That we may praife thee in thy Victory :
To thee I do commend my watchful ſoul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine Eyes :
Sleeping, and waking, oh defend me ſtill.

[Sleeps.

Enter the Ghoſt of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth.

Gb. to R/. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to morrow :
Think how thou ſtabb'd it me in the prime of youth
At Tewksbury ; defpair therefore, and die.

Ghoſt to Richm. Be cheerful, Richmond,
For the wronged Souls

Of Butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf :
King Henry's ſilſue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Enter the Ghoſt of Henry the Sixth.

Ghoſt. When I was mortal, my Anointed body
By thee was punched full of holes ;

Think on the Tower, and me : Defpair and die.

Henry the Sixth bids thee defpair, and die.

To Richm. Virtuous and holy, be thou Conqueror.
Harry that prophefled, that should it be King,
Doth comfort thee in ſleep: live, and flourish.

Enter the Ghoſt of Clarence.

Ghoſt. Let me fit heavy in thy foul to morrow.

I that was waff'd to death in Fulſom Wine :

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death :

To morrow in the Battel think on me,
And fall thy edgleſs Sword, defpair and dye.

To Richm. Thou off ſpring of the Houſe of Lancaſter,
The wronged Heirs of Tork, do pray for thee,
Good Angels guard thy Battel, live and flourish.

Enter the Ghoſts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan.

Riv. Let me fit heavy in thy foul to morrow,
Rivers, that di'd at Pomfret : defpair, and die.

Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy foul defpair.

Vaugh. Think upon Vanghan, and with guilty fear
Let fall thy Lance, defpair and die.

All to Richm. Awake.

And think our wrongs in Richard's Boſome
Will conquer. Awake, and win the day.

Enter the Ghoſt of Lord Haſtings.

Ghoſt. Bloody and guilty : guilty awake,
And in a bloody Battel end thy days,
Think on Lord Haſtings; defpair, and die.

Ghoſt to Rich. Quiet untroubled foul,
Awake, awake.

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair Englands ſake.

Enter the Ghoſts of the two young Princes.

Ghoſts. Dream on thy Cousins

Smoother'd in the Tower :

Let us be laid within thy Boſome, Richard,

And weigh thee down to ruin, ſhame, and death.

Thy Neptleans fouls bid thee defpair and die.

Ghoſts to Richm. Sleep Richmond,
Sleep in peace, and wake in joy,

Good Angels guard thee from the Boars annoy,
Live, and beget a happy race of Kings.

Edwards unhappy Sons do bid thee flourish :

Enter the Ghoſt of Anne his Wife.

Ghoſt to Rich. Richard, thy Wife,
That wretched Anne thy Wife,

That never flept a quiet hour with thee,

Now fills thy ſleep with perturbations,

And fall thy edgleſs Sword, defpair and die.

Ghoſt to Richm. Thou quiet Soul,

Sleep thou a quiet ſleep:

Dream of ſucceſs, and happy Victory,

Thy Adverfaries Wife doth pray for thee.

Enter the Ghoſt of Buckingham.

Ghoſt to Rich. The firſt was I,
That help'd thee to the Crown :

The laſt was I, that felt thy Tyranny.

O, in the Battel think on Buckingham,

And die in terror of thy guiltineſs.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death,

Fainting defpair; defpairing yield thy breath,

Ghoſt to Richm. I di'd for hope

Ere I could lend thee aid ;

But cheer thy heart, and be thou not diſmay'd :

God, and good Angels fight on Richmonds ſide,

And Richard fall in height of all his pride.

[Richard farts out of his Dream.

Rich. Give me another Horſe, bind up my Wounds :
Have mercy, Jefit. Soft, I did but dream.

O coward Conſience ! how do't thou afflict me ?

The Lights burn blew. It is not dead mid-night,

Cold fearful drops ſtand on my trembling ſleth :

What ? do I fear my ſelf? There's none else by,

Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I.

Is there a Murtherer here? No; Yes, I am :

Then flye ? what from my ſelf? Great reaſon : why?

Left I revenge. What ? my ſelf upon my ſelf ?

Alack, I love my ſelf. Wherefore ? For any good

That I my ſelf have done upon my ſelf ?

O no. Alas, I rather hate my ſelf,

For harmful Deeds committed by my ſelf.

I am a Villain : yet I Lye, I am not.

Fool, of thy ſelf ſpeak well: Fool, do not flatter.

My Conſience hath a thousand ſeveral Tongues,

And every tongue brings in a ſeveral tale,

And every tale condemns me for a Villain ;

Perjury, in the high'ſt Degree,

Murther, ſtern murther, in the diſt degree,

All ſeveral fins, all us'd in each degree,

Throng all to th' Bar, crying all, Guilty, Guilty,

I ſhall defpair, there is no Creature loves me ;

And if I die, no foul ſhall pity me.

Nay, wherefore ſhould they ? ſince that I my ſelf

Find in my ſelf no pity to my ſelf.

Methought, the Souls of all that I had murther'd

Came to my Tent, every one did threat

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["The Life and Death of Richard the Third.", "206", "To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard.\nEnter Ratcliffe.", "Rat. My Lord.", "King. Who's there ?", "Rat. Ratcliffe, my Lord, 'tis I: the early Village Cock", "Hath twice done falutation to the morn,", "Your Friends are up, and buckle on their Armour.", "King. O Ratcliffe, I fear, I fear.", "Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of fladows.", "King. By the Apoſtle Paul, fladows to night", "Have I truck more terrour to the foul of Richard,", "Than can the subſtance of ten thouſand Souldiers", "Armed in proof, and led by ſhallow Richmond.", "'Tis not yet near day. Come, go with me,", "Under our Tents; I'll play the Eaves-dropper,", "To hear if any man ſhink from me.", "[Exeunt Richard and Ratcliffe.", "Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting in his Tent.", "Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.", "Rich. Cry you mercy, Lords, and watchful Gentlemen,\nThat you ta'nè a tardy fluggard here ?", "Lords. How have you flept, my Lord ?", "Rich. The fweeteft ſleep,", "And faireſt boading Dreams,", "That ever entred in a drowſie head,", "Have I ſince your departure had, my Lords.", "Methought their Souls, wholeſe bodies Richard murther'd,", "Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory,", "I promife you my heart is very jocund,", "In the remembrance of ſo fair a Dream.", "How far into the Morning is it, Lords ?", "Lords. Upon the ſtroak of four.", "Rich. Why then 'tis time to Arm, and give direction.", "His Oratson to his Souldiers.", "More than I have faid, loving Countrymen,", "The leifure and enforcement of the time", "Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,", "God, and our good caufe, fight upon our ſide,", "The Prayers of holy Saints, and wronged Souls,", "Like high rear'd Bulwarks, ſtand before our Faces,", "(Richard except) thofe whom we fight againſt,", "Had rather have us win, than him they follow.", "For, what is he they follow ? Truly Gentlemen,", "A bloody Tyrant, and a Homicide :", "One rais'd in blood, and one in blood eſtabliffed;", "One that made means to come by what he hath,", "And ſlaughteſd thofe that were the means to help him:", "A bafe foul Stone, made precious by the ſoyl", "Of England's Chair, where he is falſely ſet :", "One that hath ever been Gods Enemy.", "Then if you fight againſt Gods Enemy,", "God will in juſtice ward you as his Souldiers.", "If you do ſwear to put a Tyrant down,", "You ſleep in peace, the Tyrant being ſlain :", "If you do fight againſt your Countries Foes,", "Your Countries Fat ſhall pay your pains the hire.", "If you do fight in ſafeguard of your Wives,", "Your Wives ſhall welcome home the Conquerours,", "If you do free your Children from the Sword,", "Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age.", "Then in the name of God and all theſe rights,", "Advance your Standards, draw your willing Swords.", "For me, the ranſom of my bold attempt,", "Shall be this cold Corps on the Earths cold face.", "But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,", "The leaſt of you ſhall ſhare his part thereof.", "Sound Drums and Trumpets boldly, and chearfully,", "God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory.", "Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, and Catesby.", "King. What faid Northumberland, as touching Richmond ?", "Rat. That he was never trained up in Arms.", "King. He faid the truth: and what faid Surrey then.", "Rat. He ſmil'd and ſaid, the better for our purpose.", "King. He was in the right, and ſo indeed it is.", "Tell the Clock there.", "[Clock strikes.]", "Give me a Kalender, who ſaw the Sun to day ?", "Rat. Not 1, my Lord.", "King. Then he diſtains to ſhine: for, by the Book,\nHe should have brav'd the Eaſt an hour ago,", "A black day will it be to ſome body, Ratcliffe.", "Rat. My Lord.", "King. The Sun will not be ſeen to day,\nThe Sky doth frown and lowre upon our Army,", "I would theſe dewy Tears were from the Ground.", "Not ſhine to day ? why what is that to me", "More than to Richmond ? for the ſelf-fame Heaven", "That frowns on me, looks ſadly upon him.", "Enter Norfolk.", "Nor. Arm, arm, my Lord, the Foes vaunts in the Field.", "King. Come, ſuffle, ſuffle. Caparifon my Horſe.", "Call up Lord Straſtly, bid him bring his Power,", "I will lead forth my Souldiers to the plain,", "And thus my Battel ſhall be ordered.", "My forward ſhall be drawn in length,", "Conſifting equally of Horſe and Foot :", "Our Archers ſhall be placed in the midſt;", "John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,", "Shall have the leading of the Foot and Horie.", "They thus directed, we will follow", "In the main Battel, whoſe puſſance on either ſide", "Shall be well wing'd with our cheifeſt Horſe :", "This, and Saint George to boot.", "What think'st thou, Norfolk ?", "Nor. A good direction, warlike Soveraign,", "This found I on my Tent this Morning,", "Jocky of Norfolk, be not so bold.", "For Dickon thy Maſter is bought and ſold.", "King. A thing devil'd by the Enemy.", "Go Gentlemen, every Man to his Charge,", "Let not ourbling Dreams affright our Souls:", "For Conſcience is a word that Cowards uſe,", "Devi'd at firſt to keep the Iſtong in awe,", "Our Iſtong Arms be our Conſcience, Swords our Law.", "March on, joyn bravely, let us to't mell mell,", "If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell.", "What ſhall I ſay more than I have inſ ferr'd ?", "Remember whom you are to cope withall,", "A forſt of Vagabonds, Raſcals, Run-aways,", "A ſcum of Britains, and bafe Lackey-Peafants,", "Whom their o're-cloyed Countrie vomits forth", "To desperate Adventures, and aſtir'd Deſtruction.", "You ſleeping ſafe, they bring you to unreſt:", "You having Lands, and bleſt with beauteous Wives,", "They would reſtrain the one, diſtain the other.", "And who doth lead them, but a paltry Fellow ?", "Long kept in Britain at our Mothers coſt,", {"bbox": [685,

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Durft wag his Tongue in cenfure, when thefe Suns
(For fo they phrafe 'em) by their Heralds challeng'd
The Noble Spirits to Arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compafs, that former fabulous Story
Being now ſeen, poffible enough, got credit
That Bevis was believ'd.

Buck. Oh, you go far.

Nor. As I belong to worſhip, and affect
In Honour, Honefly, the traſt of ev'ry thing
Would by a good Difcourser lobe ſome life,
Which Actions ſelf was tongue to.

Buck. All was Royal,

To the diſpofing of it nought rebell'd,
Order gave each thing view. The Office did
Diftinctly his full Function : who did guide,
I mean who fet the Body and the Limbs
Of this great ſport together,

As you guels ?

Nor. Once certes, that promifes no Element

In ſuch a buſineſs.

Buck. I pray you, who, my Lord ?

Nor. All this was ordered by the good Difſcription

Of the right Reverend Cardinal of Tork.

Buck. The Devil ſpeed him : No mans Pye is freed
From his ambitious Finger. What had he
To do in the ſe ſierce Vanities ? I wonder,
That ſuch a Ketch can with his very Bulk
Take up the Rays o'th' Beneficial Sun ;
And keep it from the Earth.

Nor. Surely, Sir,

There's in him ſtuff, that puts him to theſe ends :
Forbeing not propt by Anceſtry, whoſe grace
Chalkes Succeſſors their way ; nor call'd upon
for high ſeats done to th' Crown ; neither Allied
To eminent Alliants ; but Spider-like
Out of his ſelf-drawing Web. O ! gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that Heaven gives for him, which buyes
A placenext to the King.

Abur. I cannot tell

What Heaven hath given him: let ſome Graver eye

Pierce into that, but I can fee his Pride

Peep through each part of him: whence has he that,

If not from Hell ? the Devil is a Niggard,

Or has given him all before, and he begins

A new Hell in himſelf.

Buck. Why the Devil,

Upon this French going out, took he upon him
(Without the privity o'th' King) t'appoint
Who ſhould attend on him ? He makes up the File
Of all the Gentry ; for the moſt part ſuch
Towhom as great a Charge, as little Honour
He meant to lay upon : and his own Letter
The Honourable Board of Council out
Mutt fetch him in, he Papers.

Abur. I do know

Kinfmen of mine, three at the laſt, that have
By this ſo ſicken'd their Eſtates, that never
They ſhall abound, as formerly.

Buck. O many

Have broke their Backs with laying Mannors on 'em

For this great Journey. What did this Vanity

But minifter communication of
A moſt poor illuſe.

Nor. Grieſingly, I think.

The Peace between the French and us not values

The Coſt that did conclude it.

Buck. Every Man,

After the hideous ſtorm that follow'd, was
A thing inſpired, and not confuting, broke
Into a general Propheſe ; That this tempeſt,
Dafing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded
The ſudden breach on't.

Nor. Which is budded out :

For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd
Our Merchants goods at Bourdeaux.

Abur. Is it therefore

Th' Ambaſſador is ſilenc'd ?

Nor. Marry is't.

Abur. A proper Title of Peace, and purchas'd
At a ſuperfluous rate.

Buck. Why all this buſineſs

Our Reverend Cardinal carried.
Nor. Like it your Grace,

The State takes notice of the private difference

Betwixt you, and the Cardinal. I advife you
(And take it from a Heart that wifhes towards your
Honour, and plenteous ſafety) that you read
The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency

Together : To confider further, that
What his high Hatred would effect, wants not
A Minifter in his Power. You know his Nature,
That he's revengeful ; and I know, his Sword
Hath a ſharp edge: It's long, and't may be ſaid
It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend,

Thither he darts it. Bofome up my counſel,
You'l find it who'ſe ſome. Loe, where comes that Rock
That I advife your ſhunning.

Enter Cardinal Wolſey, the Purſe boſ before him, certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers : the Cardinal in his paſſage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.

Car. The Duke of Buckingham's Surveyor ? Ha ?

Where's his Examination ?

Seer. Here, fo pleafe you.

Car. Is he in perſon ready ?

Seer. I, an't pleafe your Grace.

Car. Well, we ſhall then know more, and Buckingham
ſhall leſſen his big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal and his Train.

Buck. This Butchers Cur is venom'd-mouth'd, and I
Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore beſt
Not wake him in his ſlumber. A Beggars book

Out-worths a Nobles blood.

Wor. What, are you chaf'd ?

Ask God for temp'rance, that's th' appliance only
Which your diſeafe requires.

Buck. I read in's looks

Matter againſt me, and his Eye revil'd

Me as his abjeſt object, at this inſant

He bores me with ſome trick ; He's gone to th' King :

I'le follow, and out-ſare him.

Nor. Stay, my Lord,

And let your Reaſon with your Choler queſtion

What'tis you go about : to climb the ſeep hills

Requires flow pace at firſt. Anger is like

A full-hot Horſe, who being allow'd his way

Self-mettle tires him : Not a man in England

Can advife me, like you : Be to your ſelf,

As you would to your Friend.

Buck. I'le to the King,

And, from a mouth of Honour, quite cry down

This Iſpwich Fellows inſolence ; or proclaim,

There's difference in no perſons.

Norf. Be advis'd ;

Heat not a Furnace for your Foe ſo hot

That it do ſinge your ſelf. We may out-run

By violent ſwiftnefs, that which we run at ;

And lobe by our over-running : know you not,

The Fire, that mounts the Liquor til't run o're,

In feeming to augment it, waſtes it: be advis'd ;

I ſay again, there is no English ſoul

More ſtronger to direct you than your ſelf,

If with the ſap of reaſon you would quench,

Or but allay, the Fire of paffion.

Buck. Sir,

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Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinal,
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this Taxation?

Card. Please you, Sir,

I know but of a single part in ought
Pertains to th' State, and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.

Quee. No, my Lord,

You know no more than others : But you frame
Things that are known alike, which are not wholfe me
To thofe which would not know them, and yet muft
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
(Whereof my Soveraign would have note) they are
Moſt peſtilent to th' hearing, and to bear 'em,
The Back is ſacrifice to th' load; They ſay,
They are devis'd by you, or eſſe you ſuffer
Too hard an exclamation.

King. Still, Exaſtion !

The nature of it, in what kind, let's know,
Is this Exaſtion ?

Quee. I am much too venturous

In tempting of your patience, but am boldned
Under your promis'd pardon. The Subjects grief
Comes through Commifations, which compels from each
The fifth part of his ſubſtance, to be levied
Without delay; and the preſence for this
Is nam'd, your Wars in France: this makes bold months,
Tongues iſp their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their Curaſes now

Live where their Prayers did : and it's come to paſ,
This traceable obedience is a ſlave

To each incensed Will: I would your Highneſs
Would give it quick confirmation ; for
There is no primer bafeſnes.

King. By my Life,

This is againſt my pleasure.

Card. And for me,

I have no further gone in this, than by
A ſingle voice, and that not paſt me, but
By learned approbation of the Judges: if I am
Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor perſon, yet will be
My chronicles : Let me ſay,
'Tis but the fate of Place, and the rough Brake
That Virtue muſt go through; we muſt not ſint
Our neceſſary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious Cenſurers, which ever,
As rav'nous Fifeſ, do a Veffel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do beſt,
By ſick interpreters (once weak ones) is
Not ours, or not allow'd; what worſt, as oft
Hitting a groſſer quality, is cry'd up
For our belt Act: if we ſtand ſtill,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we ſit;
Or ſit State-Statues only.

King. Things done well,

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

Things done without example, in their ill ſe
Are to be fear'd. Have you a President
Of this Commifſion ? I believe not any.

We muſt not rend our Subjects from our Laws,

And ſick them in our Will. Sixth part of each ?

A trembling Contribution: why we take
From every tree, Iop, bark, and part oth' timber;
And though we leave it with a root thus hackt,
The Air will drink the Sap. To every County
Where this is question'd, ſend our Letters, with
Free pardon to each man that have den'd
The Force of this Commifſion: pray look to't
I put it to your care.

Card. A word with you,

Let there be Letters written to every Shire

Of the Kings Grace and Pardon: the grieved Commons
Hardly conceive of me. Let it be nois'd,
That through our Interſection, this Revokement
And Pardon comes: I ſhall anon adſaſe you
Further in the proceeding.

Enter Surveyor.

[Exit Secret.

Quee. I am ſo ſry, that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your diſpleaſure.

King. It grieves many :
The Gentleman is Learn'd, and a moſt rare Speaker,
To Nature none more bound, his training ſuch,
That he may furniſh and inſtruct great Teachers,
And never feek for aid out of himſelf: yet ſee,
When there ſo Noble benefits ſhall prove
Not well diſpo'd, the mind growing once corrupt
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man ſo compleat,
Who was enroll'd 'mongſt wonders; and when we
Almoſt with raviſht lifthing, could not find
His hour of ſpeech, a minute: He, (my Lady)
Hath into monſtrous habits put the Graces
That once were his, and is become as black,
As if befear'd in Hell. Sit by us, and you ſhall hear
(This was his Gentleman in truſt) of him
Things to ſtrike Honour ſad. Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices, whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Card. Stand forth, and with bold ſpirit relate, what you
Moſt like a careful Subject have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

King. Speak freely.

Suv. Firſt, it was uſual with him every day
It would infect his Speech, That if the King
Should without ill ſue dye, hee'l carry it ſo
To make the Scepter, his. These very words
I've heard him utter to his Son in Law,
Lord Aburgany, to whom by Oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.

Card. Pleaſe your Highneſs, note
This dangerous conception in this point,
Not friended by his wifh to your High perſon ;
His will is moſt malignant, and it ſtretches
Beyond you to your Friends.

Quee. My learned Lord Cardinal,
Deliver all with Charity.

King. Speak on ;

How grounded he his Title to the Crown
Upon our fail; to this point haſt thou heard him,
At any time ſpeak ought ?

Suv. He was brought to this,

By a vain Propheſie of Nicholas Henton.

King. What was that Henton ?

Suv. Sir, a Chartrenx Fryer,
His Conſeſſor, who ſed him every minute
With words of Soveraignty.

King. How know't thou this ?

Suv. Not long before your highneſſ ſped to France,
The Duke being at the Roſe, within the Parifh
Saint Lawrence Poulntney, did of me demand
What was the ſpeech among the Londoners
Concerning the French Journey. I reply'd,
Men fear the French would prove perſidious
To the King's danger: preſently, the Duke
Said, 'twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted
'Twould prove the verity of certain words

Spoke by a holy Monk, that oft, ſays he,
Hath ſent to me, withing me to permit
John de la Car, my Chaplain, a choice hour

To hear from him a matter of ſome moment.
Whom after under the Commifſions Seal,
He ſolemnly had ſworn, that what he ſpoke
My Chaplain to no Creaſure living, but

To me, ſhould utter, with demure Confidence,
Thus pawſingly enſu'd; Neither the King nor's Heirs

(Tell

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(Tell you the Duke) shall prosper, bid him strive
To gain the love o'th' Commonalty, the Duke
Shall govern England.

*Queen.* If I know you well,
You were the Duke's Surveyor, and loſt your Office
On the complaint o'th' Tenants; take good heed
You charge not in your ſpleen a Noble Perſon,
And ſp o'l your Noble Soul; I ſay, take heed;
Yes, heartily I beſeech you.

*King.* Let him on. Go forward.
*Sur.* On my Soul, Ple ſpeak but truth.
I told my Lord the Duke, by th' Devils illuſions
The Monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dangerous
For this to ruminate on this ſo far, until
It ſorg'd him ſome deſign, which, being believ'd,
It was much like to do: He anſwer'd, Tath,
It can do me no dammage; adding further,
That had the King in his laſt ſickneſs fail'd,
The Cardinal's, and Sir Thomas Lovell's Heads
Should have gone off.

*King.* Ha? What, ſo rank? Ah, ha,
There's miſchief in this man; can't thou ſay further?

*Sur.* I can, my Liege.

*King.* Proceed.

*Sur.* Being at Greenwich,
After your Highneſs had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blumer.

*Ki.* I remember of ſuch a time, being my ſworn ſervant,
The Duke retain'd him, his. But on: what hence?

*Sur.* If (quoth he) I for this deed had been committed,
As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid
The Part my Father meant to act upon
Th' Uſurper Richard, who being at Salisbury,
Made ſuit to come in's prefence; which, if granted,
(As he made ſembiance of his duty) would
Have put his Knife into him.

*King.* A Gyant Traytor.

*Card.* Now, Madam, may his Highneſs live in freedom,
And this Man out of Prifon.

*Queen.* God mend all.
*King.* There's ſomething more would out of thee; what
*Sur.* After the Duke his Father, with the Knife

He ſtretch'd him, and with one hand on his Dagder,
Another ſpread on's Breaſt, mounting his Eyes,
He did diſcharge a horible Oath, whoſe tenour
Was, were he evil us'd, he would out-go
His Father, by as much as a performance
Do's an irrefolute purpofe.

*King.* There's his period,
To heath his Knife in us: he is attach'd,
Call him to prefent Tryal: if he may
Find Mercy in the Law, 'is his; if none,
Let him not feel't of us: By day and night
He's Traytor to th' height.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter L. Chamberlain, and L. Sandys.

*L. Ch.* Is't poſſible the ſpells of France ſhould juggle
Men into ſuch ſtrange Myſteries?

*L. San.* New Cultoms,
Though they be never ſo ridiculouss,
(Nay let 'em be unmanly) yet are follow'd.

*L. Ch.* As far as I fee, all the good our English
Have got by the late Voyage, is but meerrly

A fit or two o'th' Face, (but they are ſhrew'd ones)
For when they hold 'em, you would ſwear directly
Their very Noſes had been Counſellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep State ſo.

*L. San.* They have all new Legs,
And lame ones; one would take it,

That never ſee 'em pace before, the Spaven
A Spring-halt-reign'd among 'em.

*L. Ch.* Death, my Lord,
Their Cloaths are after ſuch a Pagan cut too,
That ſure th' have worn out Chriſtendom, how now?
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.

*Lovell.* Faith my Lord,
I hear of none, but the new Proclamation,
That's clapt upon the Court Gate.

*L. Cham.* What is't for ?
*Lov.* The Reformation of our travel'd Gallants,
That fill the Court with Quarrels, Talk, and Taylors.

*L. Cham.* I'm glad 'tis there;
Now I would pray our Monſieurs
To think an English Courtier may be wife,
And never fee the Lovure.

*Lov.* They muſt either
(For ſo run the Conditions) leave thofe remannts
Of Fool and Feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto, as Fights and Fire-works,
Abufing better men than they can be
Out of a foreign Wifdom, renouncing clean
The faith they have in Tennis and tall Stockings,
Short boſſtred Breeches, and thofe types of Travel;
And underſand again like honest men;
Or pack to their old Play-fellows, there I takeit,
They may Cum Privilegio wear away

The Lag-end of their lewneſs, and be laugh'dat.

*L. San.* 'Tis time to give them Phyſick, their diſeales
Are grown ſo catching.

*L. Cham.* What a loſs our Ladies
Will have of theſe trim vanities?

*Lovel.* I marry,
There will be woe indeed, Lords, the fly whoresons
Have got a ſpeeding trick to lay down Ladies.
A French Song, and a Fiddle, has no Fellow.

*L. San.* The Devil fiddle 'em;

I am glad they are going,
For ſure there's no converting 'em: now
An honest Country Lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plain ſong,
And have an hour of hearing, and by't Lady
Held currant Muſick too.

*L. Cham.* Well faid, Lord Sands,
Your Colts tooth is not caſt yet?
*L. San.* No, my Lord,
Nor ſhall not, while I have a ſtump.

*L. Cham.* Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going ?
*Lov.* To the Cardinals ;

Your Lordſhip is a gueſt too.
*L. Cham.* O, 'tis true;

This Night he makes a Supper, and a great one,
To many Lords and Ladies; there will be
The Beauty of this Kingdom, I'le affure you.
*Lov.* That Churchman

Bears a bounteous mind indeed;
A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us,
His dews fall every where.

*L. Cham.* No doubt, he's Noble;
He had a black Mouth that faid other of him.

*L. San.* He may, my Lord,
Ha's wherewithall in him;
Sparing would ſhow a worſe ſin, than ill DoCTRINE.
Men of his way ſhould be moſt liberal,

They are ſet here for Examples.
*L. Cham.* True, they are ſo;
But few now give ſo great ones:
My Barge ſtays;

Your Lordſhip ſhall along: Come, good Sir Thomas,
We ſhall be late elfe, which I would not be,
For I was ſpoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford

This

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This night to be Comptrollers.
L. San. I am your Lordships.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Quarta.

Hoboyes. A small Table under a State for the Cardinal, a longer Table for the Gueſts. Then enter Anne Bullen, and drivers other Ladies and Gentlemen, as Gueſts at one door ; at another door enter Sir Henry Guilford.

S. Hen. Guilf. Ladies,
A general welcome from his Grace
Salates ye all: This night he Dedicates
To fair content, and you: None here he hopes
In all this Noble B evy, has brought with her
One care abroad : he would have all as merry,
As firſt good Compan y, good Wine, good Welcome,
Can make good Peopl e.

Enter L. Chamberlain, L. Sands, and Lovel.

O my Lord, y' are tardy ;
The very thought of this fair Company,
Clapt wings to me.
Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.
San. As Sir Thomas Lovel, had the Cardinal
But half my Lay-thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running Banquet, are they reſted,
I think would better pleafe 'em : by my life,
They are a sweet Society of fair ones.
Lov. O that your Lordship were but now Conſeſſor
To one or two of theſe.

San. I would I were,
They ſhould find eafe penance.
Lov. Faith, how eafe ?
San. As eafe as a down Bed would afford it.
Cham. Sweet Ladies, will it pleafe you ſit; Sir Harry,
Place you that ſide, I'le take the charge of this:
His Grace is entring, nay you muſt not freeze,
Two Women plaſ'd together makes cold weather :
My Lord Sands, you are one will keepe 'em waking:
Pray fit between theſe Ladies.
San. By my Faith,
And thank your Lordship: by your leave, ſweet Ladies,
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me:
I had it from my Father.

An. Bul. Was he mad, Sir ?
San. O very mad, exceeding mad, in love too;
But he would bite none, juſt as I do now,
He would kifs you twenty with a breath.
Cham. Well faid, my Lord :
So now y'are fairly feared : Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you; if theſe fair Ladies
Paſs away frowning.
San. For my little Cure,
Let me alone.

Hoboyes. Enter Cardinal Wolſey, and takes his State.

Card. Y'are welcome, my fair Gueſts; that noble Lady
Or Gentleman that is not freely merry
Is not my Friend. This to confirm my welcome,
And to you all good health.

San. Your Grace is Noble,
Let me have ſuch a Bowl may hold my thanks,
And fave me ſo much talking.
Card. My Lord Sands,

I am be holding to you: cheer your Neighbour :
Ladies, you are not merry; Gentlemen,
Whoſe fault is this ?
San. The red Wine firſt muſt rife

In their fair Cheeks, my Lord, then we ſhall have 'em

Talk us to ſilence.
An. Bul. You are a merry Gamſter,
My Lord Sands.

San. Yes, if I make my play :
Here's to your Ladifip, and pledge it, Madam :
For 'tis to ſuch a thing.

An. Bul. You cannot ſhow me.
Drum and Trumpets, Chambers diſcharged.
San. I told your Grace, they would talk anon.

Card. What's that ?
Cham. Look out there, ſome of ye.

Car. What warlike voice,
And to what end is this ? Nay, Ladies, fear not ;
By all the Laws of War y' are privileged?

Enter a Servant.
Cham. How now, what is't ?
Serv. A noble troop of Strangers,
For fo they ſeem ; they have left their Barge and Landed,
And hither make, as great Embaſſadors

From foreign Princes.
Card. Good Lord Chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome; you can ſpeak the French-tongue,
And pray receive 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our prefence, where this Heaven of beauty
Shall ſhine at full upon them. Some attend him.

All arise, and Tables removed,
You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it.
A good diſgeſtion to you all ; and once more
I ſhowre a welcome on ye : welcome all.

Hoboyes, Enter King and Others as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, uſherd by the Lord Chamberlain. They paſs directly before the Cardinal, and gratefully salute him.

A Noble Company: what are their pleafures?
Cham. Because they ſpeak no English, thus they pray'd
To tell your Grace, that having heard by fame
Of this ſo noble and ſo fair Affembly,

This night to meet here, they could do no leſſ,
(Out of the great reſpect they bear to beauty.)
But leave their Flocks, and under your fair conduct
Crave leave to view theſe Ladies, and entreat
An hour of Revels with 'em.

Card. Say, Lord Chamberlain,
They have done my poor houſe Grace:
For which I pay 'em a thouſand thanks,
And pray 'em take their pleafures.
Chooſe Ladies, King and Anne Bullen.
King. The faireſt hand I ever touch'd: O Beauty,
Till now I never knew thee.

Muſick, Dance.

Card. My Lord.
Cham. Your Grace.
Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me:
There ſhould be one amongſt 'em by his perſon
More worthy this place than my ſelf, to whom
(If I but knew him) with my love and duty
I would forrrender it.
Cham. I will, my Lord.
Card. What ſay they ?
Cham. Such a one, they all confefſ
There is indeed, which they would have your Grace
Find out, and he will take it.
Card. Let me fee then,
By all your good leaves, Gentlemen, here I'le make
My royal choice.

King. Ye have found him Cardinal,
You hold a fair Affembly, you do well, Lord.
You are a Church-man, or I'le tell you, Cardinal,
I ſhould judge now unhappily.

Card. I am glad
Your Grace is grown to pleafant.
King. My Lord Chamberlain,

Prithee

["The Life of King Henry the Eighth.", "215", "Ever beloved and loving may his Rule be;\nAnd when old time shall lead him to his end,\nGoodneſs and he fill up one Monument.", "Lov. To th' Water-side I muſt conduct your Grace,\nThen give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,\nWho undertakes you to your end.", "Vaux. Prepare there,", "The Duke is coming: See the Barge be ready,\nAnd fit it with ſuch furniture as ſuits\nThe greatneſts of my Perſon.", "Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas;", "Let it alone; my State now will but mock me.", "When I came hither, I was Lord High Conſtable,", "And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun;", "Yet I am richer than my bafe Accuſers,", "That never knew what Truth meant: I now feal it;", "And with that blood will make 'em one day groan for't.", "My Noble Father, Henry of Buckingham,", "Who first raiſ'd head againſt Uſurping Richard,", "Flying for ſuccour to his Servant Banſiter,", "Being diſtrefſt, was by that wretch betray'd,", "And without Tryal, ſell; Gods peace be with him.", "Henry the Seventh ſuceeding, truly pitting", "My Fathers loſs, like a moſt Royal Prince", "Reſtor'd me to my Honours: and out of ruines", "Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Son,", "Henry the Eighth, Life, Honour, Name, and all", "That made me happy, at one ſtroke has taken", "for ever from the World. I had my Tryal,", "And muſt needs ſay, a Noble one; which makes me", "A little happier than my wretched Father.", "Yet thus far are we one in Fortunes, both", "Fell by our Servants, by thofe men we lov'd moſt:", "A moſt unnatural and faithleſs Service.", "Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me,", "This from a dying man receive as certain:", "Where you are liberal of your loves and Counſels,", "Be ſure you be not loofe; for thofe you make friends,", "And give your hearts to, when they once perceive\nThe leaſt rub in your fortunes, fall away", "Like Water from ye, never found again", "But where they mean to ſink ye: all good People", "Pray for me, I muſt now forſake ye; the laſt hour", "Of my long weary life is come upon me:", "Farewel; and when you would ſay ſomething that is ſad,\nSpeak how I fell.", "I have done; and God forgive me.", "[Exeunt Duke and Train.", "i. O, this is full of pity; Sir, it calls,", "I fear, too many curſes on their Heads,", "That were the Authors.", "2. If the Duke be guiltleſs,", "'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inckling", "Of an enfuſing evil, if it fall,", "Greater than this.", "1. Good Angels keep it from us:", "What may it be? you do not doubt my faith, Sir?", "2. This Secret is ſo weighty, 'twill require", "A ſtrong faith to conceal it.", "1. Let me have it ;", "I do not talk much.", "2. I am confident ;", "You ſhall, Sir: Did you not of late days hear\nAbuzzing of a Separation", "Between the King and Katharine ?", "1. Yes, but it held not ;", "For when the King once heard it, out of anger", "He ſent command to the Lord Mayor ſtraight", "To ſtop the rumour, and allay the tongues", "That durſt disperſe it.", "2. But that ſlander, Sir,", "Is a found truth now: for it grows agen", "Frether than e're it was, and held for certain", "The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinal,", "Or fome about him near, have, out of malice", "To the good Queen, poffeſt him with a ſcruple", "That will undo her: To confirm this too,", "Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,", "As all think, for this buſineſs.", "1. 'Tis the Cardinal ;", "And merely to revenge him on the Emperor,", "For not beſtowing on him, at his asking,", "The Arch-Bifhoprick of Toledo, this is purpós'd.", "2. I think", "You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,", "That ſhe ſhould feel the ſmART of this ? the Cardinal", "Will have his will, and ſhe muſt fall:", "1. 'Tis woful.", "We are too open here to argue this :", "Let's think in Private more.", "[Exeunt.", "## Scena Secunda.", "Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading this Letter.", "M' Lord, the Horſes, your Lordship ſent for, with all\nthe care I had, I ſaw well the ſubſin, ridded, and fur-\nmiſ'd. They were young and bandſome, and of the best\nBreed in the North. When they were ready to ſet out for Lon-\ndon, a Man of my Lord Cardinaks, by Commission, and main\npower took 'em from me, with this reaſon: His Maſter\nwould be ſer'd before a Subject, if not before the King,\nwhich ſlepp'd our Mouths, Sir.", "I fear, he will indeed; well, let him have them; he will\nhave all I think.", "Enter to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk\nand Suffolk.", "Norf. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.", "Cham. Good day to both your Graces.", "Suf. How is the King employ'd?", "Cham. I left him private,", "Full of ſad thoughts and troubles.", "Norf. What's the canſe ?", "Cham. It ſeems the Marriage with his Brothers Wife", "Has crept too near his Conſtience.", "Suf. No, his Conſtience", "Has crept too near another Lady.", "Norf. 'Tis so ;", "This is the Cardinaks doing: the King-Cardinal,", "That blind Crieſt, like the eldest Son of Fortune,", "Turns what he lift. The King will know him one day.", "Suf. Pray God he do,", "He'll never know himſelf else:", "Norf. How holily he works in all his buſineſſs,", "And with what zeal? For now he has crackt the League", "Between us and the Emperor (the Queens great Nephew)", "He dives into the Kings Soul, and there ſcatters", "Dangers, Doubts, wringing of the Conſtience,", "Fears, and Defpairs, and all theſe for his Marriage.", "And out of all theſe, to reſtore the King,", "He counſels a Divorce, a loſs of her,", "That like a Jewel, has hung twenty years", "About his neck, yet never loft her luſtref ;", "Of her that loves him with that excellence,", "That Angels love good men with: even of her,", "That, when the greatest ſtroke of Fortune falls,", "Will bleſs the King: and is not this course picus ?", "Cham. Heaven keep me from ſuch confel: 'tis moſt true,", "Theſe news are every where, every tongue speaks 'em,", "And every true heart weeps for't. All that dare", {"bbox": [452, 1313, 721, 1333], "category": "Text", "text

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Suff. And free us from his flattery.
Norf. We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From Princes into Pages: all mens Honours
Lie like one lump before him, to be faſhion'd
into what pitch he pleafe.
Suff. For me, my Lords,
I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed:
As I am made without him, so I ple ſtand,
If the King pleafe: his Curſes and his Bleſſings
Touch me alike: th' are breath I not believe in,
I knew him, and I know him: so I leave him
To him that made him proud, the Pope.
Norf. Let's in;
And with ſome other buſineſs, put the King
From theſe ſad thoughts, that work too much upon him;
My Lord, you'l bear us company ?
Cham. Excuse me,
The King has ſent me other-where: Besides
You'l find a moſt unfit time to diſturb him:
Health to your Lordships.
Norf. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.

Exit Lord Chamberlain, and the King draws the Curtain,
and fits reading penſively.

Suff. How ſad he looks; ſure he is much afflicted.
King. Who's there? Ha?
Norf. Pray God, he be not angry.
King. Who's there I fay? how dare you thrust your ſelves
Into my private Meditations?
Who am I? ha?
Norf. A gracious King, that pardons all offences
Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way,
is buſineſs of Eſtate; in which, we come
To know your Royal pleafure.
King. Ye are too bold:
Go too; I'le make ye know your times of buſineſs:
Is this an hour for temporal Affairs? ha ?

Enter Wolfey and Campeius with a Commission.

Who's there ? my good Lord Cardinal ? O my Wolfey,
The quiet of my wounded Conſcience;
Thou art a cure fit for the King; you're welcome,
Moſt Learned Reverend Sir, into our Kingdom,
Ule us, and it: my good Lord, have great care,
I be not found a Talker.
Wol. Sir, you cannot :
I would your Grace would give us but an hour
Of private conference.
King. We are buſe; go.
Norf. This Prieſt has no pride in him ?
Suff. Not to ſpeak of :

I would not be ſo ſick, though for his place:
But this cannot continue.
Norf. If it do, I'le venture one heave at him.
Suff. I another. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
Wol. Your Grace has given a Precedent of Wifdom
Above all Princes, in committing freely
Your ſeruple to the voice of Chriſtendom:
Who can be angry now ? what Envy reach you ?
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her,
Muſt now confers, if they have any goodneſs,
The Trial juſt and noble. All the Clerks,
(I mean the learned ones in Chriſtian Kingdoms)
Have their free voices. Rome (the Nurfe of Judgment,)
Invited by your Noble ſelf hath ſent
One general Tongue unto us, this good man,
This juſt and learned Prieſt, Cardinal Campeius,
Whom once more I preſent unto your Highneſs.
King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy Conclave for their Loves,

They have ſent me ſuch a Man I would have wilſ'd for.
Cam. Your Grace muſt needs defer ve all Strangers loves,
You are ſo Noble: To your Highneſſes hand
I tender my Commiſſion; by whoſe virtue,
The Court of Rome commanding, You, my Lord
Cardinal of Tork, are joyn'd with me, their Servant,
In the impartial judging of this buſineſs.
King. Two equal men: The Queen ſhall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know your Majety has always lov'd her
So dear in heart, not to deny her that,
A Woman of leſe's Place might ask by Law;
Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.
King. I, and the beſt ſhe shall have; and my favour
To him that does beſt, God forbid eſſe: Cardinal,
Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,
I find him a fit Fellow.

Enter Gardiner.

Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you;
You are the King's now.
Gard. But to be commanded
For ever by your Grace, whoſe hand has rais'd me.
King. Come hither, Gardiner.

[Walks and whisens.

Camp. My Lord of Tork, was not one Doctor Pae
In this mans place before him?

Wol. Yes, he was.
Camp. Was he not held a Learned man?
Wol. Yes, ſurely.
Camp. Believe me, there's an ill opinion ſpred then
Even of your ſelf, Lord Cardinal.
Wol. How ? of me?
Camp. They will not ſick to ſay, you envy'd him;
And fearing he would riſe (he was ſo virtuous)
Kept him a foreign man ſtill, which ſo griev'd him,
That he ran mad, and dy'd.
Wol. Heavens peace be with him:
That's Chriſtian care enough: for living murmurers,
There's places of rebuke. He was a Fool,
For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,
If I command him, follows my appointment,
I will have none ſo near eſſe. Learn this Brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner perſons.
King. Deliver this with modesty to th' Queen.

[Exit Gardiner.

The moſt convenient place that I can think of,
For ſuch receiv of Learning, is Black Fryers:
There ye ſhall meet about this weighty buſineſs.
My Wolfey, ſee it furniſh'd. O my Lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So ſweet a Bedfellow ? But Conſcience, Conſcience;
O'tis a tender place, and I muſt leave her. [Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.

An. Not for that neither, here's the pang that pinches
His Highneſſs having liv'd ſo long with her, and ſhe
So good a Lady, that no tongue could ever
Pronounce diſhonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: Oh, now after
So many courſes of the Sun enthron'd,
Still growing in a Majesty and Pomp, the which
To leave, a thousand fold more bitter, than
'Tis weſt at first to acquire. After this Proceſſ,
To give her the avant, it is a pity
Would move a Monſter.

Old La, Hearts of moſt hard temper
Melt and lament for her.

An. O' Gods will, much better

She

["The Life of King Henry the Eighth.", "217", "She ne're had known Pomp; though't be temporal,\nYet if that quarrel, Fortune, do divorce\nIt from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging\nAs Soul and Bodies fevering.", "Old La. Alas, poor Lady,", "She's Stranger now again.", "An. So much the more", "Muſt pity drop upon her; verily", "I wear, 'tis better to be lowly born,\nAnd range with humble livers in Content,\nThan to be perk'd up in a gliftering grief,\nAnd wear a golden forrow.", "Old L. Our content", "Is our beſt having.", "Anne. By my troth, and Maiden-head,", "I would not be a Queen.", "Old L. Behſtrew me, I would,", "And venture Maiden-head for't, and ſo would you", "For all this ſpice of your Hypocriſe;", "You that have ſo fair parts of Woman on you,", "Have (too) a Womans heart, which ever yet", "Aſſected Eminence, Wealth, Sovereignty;", "Which, to ſay ſooth, are Bleſſings; and which gifts", "(Saving your mincing) the capacity", "Of your ſoft Chiverel Conſcience would receive,", "If you might pleafe to ſtretch it.", "An. Nay, good troth.", "Old L. Yes, troth and troth: you would not be a Queen ?", "An. No, not for all the riches under Heaven.", "Old L. 'Tis ſtrange; a three-pence bow'd now would", "Old as I am, to Queen it: but I pray you, (hire me,", "What think you of a Dutcheſs ? have you limbs", "To bear that load of Title ?", "An. No, in truth.", "Old L. Then you are weakly made, pluck off a little,", "I would not be a young Count in your way,", "For more than bluſhing comes to: If your back", "Cannot vouchſaſe this burthen, 'tis too weak", "Ever to get a Boy.", "An. How you do talk ;", "I wear again, I would not be a Queen", "For all the world.", "Old L. In faith for little England", "You'll venture an emblaming: I my ſelf", "Would for Carnar vanſhire, although there long'd", "No more to th' Crown but that: Lo, who comes here?", "Enter Lord Chamberlain.", "L. Ch. Good morrow, Ladies; what wer't worth to know\nThe ſecret of your Conference?", "An. My good Lord,", "Not your demand; it values not your asking :", "Our Mifeſtrows Sorrows we were pittying.", "Cham. It was a gentle buſeines, and becoming", "The action of good women, there is hope", "All will be well.", "An. Now I pray God, Amen.", "Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bleſſings", "Follow ſuch Creatures. That you may, fair Lady,", "Perceive I ſpeak ſincingly, and high notes", "Taine of your many Vertues: the Kings Majeſty", "Commends his good opinion of you, to you; and", "Do's purpofe Honour to you no leſs flowing.", "Than Marchionefs of Pembrook; to which Title", "A thouſand pound a year. Annual ſupport,", "Out of his Grace, he adds.", "An. I do not know", "What kind of my obedience, I ſhould tender ;", "More than my All, is nothing: Nor my Prayers", "Are not words duly hallowed, nor my Wifhes", "More worth than empty vanities: yet prayers and wifhes", "Are all I can return. 'Befeech your Lordship,", "Vouchſaſe to peak my thanks, and my obedience,", "As from a bluſhing Handmaid, to his Highneſs;", "Whofe Health and Royalty I pray for.", "Cham. Lady;", "I ſhall not fail t'approve the fair conceit", "The King hath of you. I have perus'd her well,", "Beauty and Honour in her are ſo mingled,", "That they have caught the King: and who knows yet,", "But from this Lady may proceed a Gem,", "To lighten all this Ille ? Ple to the King,", "And lay I ſpoke with you.", "[Exit Lord Chamberlain.", "An. My honour'd Lord.", "Old L. Why this it is: See, fee,", "I have been begging ſixteen years in Court", "(Am yet a Courtier beggarly) nor could", "Come pat betwixt too early, and too late", "For any ſuit of pounds: and you, (oh fate)", "A very fresh Fifth here; ſie, ſie, ſie upon", "This compell'd fortune, have your mouth fill'd up,", "Before you open it.", "An. This is ſtrange to me.", "Old L. How taſtes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no :", "There was no Lady once (?tis an old Story.)", "That would not be a Queen, that would not be", "For all the mud in Egypt; have you heard it?", "An. Come, you are pleafant.", "Old L. With your Theme, I could", "O're mount the Lark: The Marchionefs of Pembrook?", "A thouſand pounds a year, for pure reſpect ?", "No other obligation ? by my Life,", "That promifes moe thouſands: Honours train", "Is longer than his fore-skirt; by this time", "I know your back will bear a Dutcheſs. Say,", "Are you not ſtronger than you were ?", "An. Good Lady,", "Make your ſelf mirth with your particular ſancy,", "And leave me out on't. Would I had no being,", "If this ſalute my blood a jot; it faints me", "To think what follows.", "The Queen is comfortleſs, and we forgetful", "In our long abſence: pray do not deliver,", "What here y'ave heard to her.", "Old L. What do you think me—", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Quarta.", "Trumpets, Sonnet, and Cornets. Enter two Vergers, with ſhort ſilver wands; next them two Scribes in the habits of Doctors: after them, the Bifhops of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bifhops of Lincoln, Ely, Rocheſter, and St. Afaph: next them, with ſome ſmall diſtance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Purſe, with the great Seal, and a Cardinals Hat: then two Priefſs, bearing each a Silver Croſs: then a Gentleman-Usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Serjeant at Arms, bearing a Mace: then two Gentlemen, bearing two great Silver Pillars; after them, ſide by ſide, the two Cardinals, two Noblemen, with the Sword and Mace. The King takes place under the Cloth of State. The two Cardinals fit under him as J udges. The Queen takes place ſome diſtance from the King. The Bifhops place themselves on each ſide the Court in manner of a Conſtory: Below them, the Scribes. The Lords fit next the Bifhops. The reſt of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the Stage.", "Card. While't our Commiffion from Rome is read,", "Let ſilence be commended.", "King. What's the need ?", "It hath already publickly been read,", "And on all fides th' Authority allow'd,", "You may then ſpare that time.", "Card. Be't fo, proceed.", "Seri. Say, Henry K. of England, come into the Court.", "Cryer. Henry King of England, &c.", {"bbox": [474, 1348, 5

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Scribe. Say, Katharine Queen of England,
Come into the Court.

Cryer. Katharine, Queen of England, &c.

[The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her Chair,
goes about the Court, comes to the King, and kneels at
his Feet. Then speaks.

Sir, I desire you to do me Right and Justice,
And to below your Pity on me; for
I am a molten poor Woman, and a stranger,
Born out of your Dominions: having here
No Judge indifferent, nor no more allurance
Of equal Friendship and Proceeding. Alas, Sir,
In what have I offended you ? What caufe
Hath my behaviour given to your difpleasure,
That thus you should proceed to put me off,
And take your Good Grace from me ? Heaven witness,
I have been to you a true and humble Wife,
At all times to your Will conformable:

Ever in fear to kindle your Diflike,
Yea, subjeft to your Countenance: Glad, or forry,
As I saw it inclin'd ? when was the hour
I ever contradicted your Defire?

Or made it not mine too ? Or which of your Friends
Have I not ſproved to Love, although I knew
He were mine Enemy ? What Friend of mine,
That had to him deriv'd your Anger, did I
Continue in my Liking ? nay, gave notice
He was from thence diſcharg'd ? Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your Wifc, in this Obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been bleſſed
With many Children by you. If in the courſe

And proceſs of this time you can report,
And prove it too, againſt mine Honour ought,
My bond of Wedlock, or my love and duty
Againſt your Sacred Perſon; in Gods name
Turn me away: and let foul! It Contempt
Shut door upon me, and ſo give me up
To the ſharp!t kind of Juitſe. Pleaſe you, Sir,
The King, your Father, was reputed for
A Prince molten prudent, and an excellent
And unmatch'd Wit and Judgment. Ferdinand
My Father, King of Spain, was reckon'd one
The wifcet Prince, that there had reign'd, by many
A year before. It is not to be queſtions,
That they had gather'd a wifc Council to them
Of every Realm, that did debate this buſineſs,
Who deem'd our Marriage lawful. Wherefore, I humbly
Befeech you, Sir, to ſpare me, till I may
Be by my Friends in Spain advis'd; whoſe Counſel
I will implore. If not, i'th' name of God
Your Pleaſure be fullſill'd.

Wol. You have here, Lady,

(And of your choice) theſe Reverend Fathers, men
Of ſingular Integrity and Learning:
Yea, the elect o'th' Land, who are assembled
To plead your Caufe. It ſhall be therefore bootleſſ,
That longer you defer the Court, as well
For your own quiet, as to rectiſe
What is unfetled in the King.

Camp. His Grace

Hath ſpoken well, and juſtly; Therefore, Madam,
It's fit this Royal ſeſſion do proceed,
And that (without delay) their Arguments
Be now produc'd, and heard.

Queen. Lord Cardinal, to you I ſpeak.

Wol. Your pleafure, Madam.

Qu. Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that
We are a Queen, (or long have dream'd ſo) certain
The Daughter of a King, my drops of Tears
I'f return to ſparks of Fire.

Wol. Be patient yet.

Qu. I will, when you are humble, nay before,
Or God will puniſh me. I do believe,
(Induſd by potent Circumſtances) that

You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge.
You ſhall not be my Judge. For it is you

Have blown this Coal, betwixt my Lord and me;
(Which Gods dew quench) therefore, I ſay again,
I lutterly abhor, yea, from my Soul

Refuse you for my Judge, whom yet once more
I hold my molten malicious Foe, and think not
At all a Friend to truth.

Wol. I do proſeſs

You ſpeak not like your ſelf, who ever yet
Have ſtood to Charity, and diſplay'd th' effects
Of Diſpofition gentle, and of Wifdom

O're-topping Womans power. Madam, you do me wrong,
I have no ſpleen againſt you, nor injustice
For you, or any: how far I have proceeded,
Or how far further (thall), is warranted
By a Commiſſion from the Conſiſtory,

Yea, the whole Conſiſtory of Rome. You charge me,
That I have blown this Coal: I do deny it,

The King is prefent: If it be known to him,
That I gainſay my Deed, how may he wound,
And worthily, my Falſhood, yea, as much

As you have done my Truth. If he know
That I am free of your Report, he knows

I am not of your Wrong. Therefore in him
It lies to Cure me, and the Cure is to
Remove theſe thoughts from you. The which before
His Highneſs ſhall ſpeak in, I do beſeeth
You (gracious Madam) to unthink your ſpeaking,
And to ſay no more.

Queen. My Lord, my Lord,

I am a ſimple Woman, much too weak
T'oppoint your Cunning. Y'are meek, and humble-mouthed
You ſign your Place and Calling, in full ſeeming,
With Meekneſs and Humility: But your heart
Is cramm'd with Arrogance, ſpleen, and Pride.
You have by Fortune and his Highneſs Favours,
Gone flightly o're low ſteps, and now are mounted
Where Powers are your Retainers, and your words
(Domeſticks to you) ſerve your Will, as't pleafe
Your ſelf pronounce their Office. I muſt tell you,
You tender more your Perſon's Honour, than
Your high Proſeſion Spiritual. That again

I do reſufe you for my Judge, and here
Before you all, Appeal unto the Pope,

To bring my whole Caufe ?'re before his Holineſſ,
And to be judg'd by him.

She curſes to the King, and offers to depart.

Camp. The Queen is obſtinate,

Stubborn to Juitſe, apt to accuſe it, and
Diſdainful to be try'd by't; 'tis not well.

She's going away.

King. Call her again.

Cryer. Katharine, Q. of England, come into the Court.

Gent. Uth. Madam, you are call'd back.

Qu. What need you note it ? pray you keep your way,
When you are call'd, return. Now the Lord help,
They vex me paſt my patience, pray you paſs on;
I will not tarry: no, nor ever more
Upon this buſineſs my appearance make
In any of their Courts.

King. Go thy ways, Kate,
That man i'th' world, who ſhall report he has
A better Wifc, let him in nought be truſted,
For ſpeaking falſe in that; Thou art alone
(If thy rare qualities, ſweet gentleneſſ,
Thy meekneſs Saint-like, Wifc-like Government,
Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Sovereign and Pious, could ſpeak thee out)
The Queen of earthly Queens: She's Noble born:
And like her true Nobility, ſhe has
Carried her ſelf towards me.

[Exit Queen, and her Attendants.

King. Go thy ways, Kate,

Wol. Moſt gracious Sir,

Wol. Moſt gracious Sir,

In

["220", "The Life of King Henry the Eighth.", "(I would be all) againſt the worſt may happen :", "What are your pleafures with me, Reverend Lords ?", "Wol. May it pleafe you, Noble Madam, to withdraw\nInto your private Chamber ; we ſhall give you\nThe full caufe of our coming.", "Queen. Speak it here.", "There's nothing I have done yet o' my Conſience", "Deferves a Corner : would all other Women", "Could ſpeak this with as free a Soul, as I do :", "My Lords, I care not (fo much I am happy\nAbove a number) if my actions", "Were try'd by every Tongue, every Eye ſaw ?em,", "Envy and bafe opinion ſet againſt 'em,", "I know my life ſo even. If your buſineſs", "Seek me out, and that way I am Wife in ;", "Out with it boldly : Truth loves open dealing.", "Car. Tanta eſt integra mentis integritas (Regina Serenifſima.)", "Queen. Good my Lord, no Latine ;", "I am not fuch a Truant ſince my coming,", "As not to know the Language, I have liv'd in :", "A ſtrange Tongue makes my caufe more ſtrange, ſuſpitious:", "Pray ſpeak in English; here are ſome will thank you,", "If you ſpeak truth, for their poor Miftreſs ſake ;", "Believe me ſhe has had much wrong. Lord Cardinal,", "The willing ſt in I ever yet committed,", "May be abſolv'd in English.", "Card. Noble Lady,", "I am forry my integriey ſhould breed", "(And ſervice to his Majeſty and you)", "So deep ſuſpition, where all Faith was meant ;", "We come not by the way of Accuſation,", "To taint that honour every good Tongue bleſſes ;", "Nor to betray you any way to ſorrow,", "You have too much, good Lady : But to know", "How you ſtand minded in the weighty difference", "Between the King and you, and to deliver", "(Like free and honeft men) our juſt opinions,", "And comforts to your caufe.", "Camp. Moſt honoured Madam,", "My Lord of Tork, out of his Noble nature,", "Zeal and Obedience he ſtill bore your Grace,", "Forgetting (like a good man) your late Cenſure", "Both of his truth and him (which was too far)", "Offers, as I do, in a ſign of peace,", "His ſervice, and his Counſel.", "Queen. To betray me.", "My Lords, I thank you both for your good wills,\nYe ſpeak like honeft men, (pray God ye prove ſo)", "But how to make ye suddenly an Anſwer", "In ſuch a point of weight, ſo near mine Honour,", "(More near my Life, I ſear) with my weak wit ;", "And to ſuch men of Gravity and Learning ;", "In truth I know not. I was ſet at work", "Among my Maids, full little (God knows) looking", "Either for ſuch men, or ſuch buſineſs ;", "For her ſake that I have been, for I feel", "The laſt fit of my Greatneſs; good your Graces", "Let me have time and Council for my Caufe :", "Alas, I am a Woman friendleſs, hopeleſs.", "Wol. Madam,", "You wrong the Kings love with theſe ſears,", "Your hopes and friends are infinite.", "Queen. In England,", "But little for my profit: can you think, Lord,", "That any English-man dare give me Counſel ?", "Or be a known friend ? gainſt his Highneſs pleafure,\n(Though he be grown ſo desperate to be honeft)", "And live a Subject ? Nay, forſooth my Friends,", "They that muſt weigh out my aſſuſions,", "They that my truſt muſt grow to, live not here,", "They are (as all my other comforts) far hence", "In mine own Country, Lords.", "Camp. I would your Grace", "Would leave your griefs, and take my Counſel.", "Queen. How, Sir ?", "Camp. Put your main caufe into the King's protection,\nHe's loving and moſt gracious. 'Twill be much\nBoth for your Honour better, and your Caufe :\nFor if the Tryal of the Law o're-take ye,\nYou'l part away diſgrac'd.", "Wol. He tells you rightly,", "Queen. Ye tell me what ye wifh for both, my ruin :\nIs this your Chriſtian Counſel ? Out upon ye,\nHeaven is above all yet; there fits a Judge,\nThat no King can corrupt.", "Camp. Your rage miſtakes us.", "Queen. The more ſhame for ye ; Holy men I thought ye,\nUpon my Soul, two Reverend Cardinal Vertues:\nBut Cardinal Sins, and hollow hearts I fear ye :\nMend'em for ſhame, my Lords: Is this your comfort?\nThe Cordial that ye bring a wretched Lady ?", "A woman loſt among ye, laugh'd at, ſcorn'd ?", "I will not wifh ye half my miſeries,", "I have more Charity. But fay I warn'd ye,", "Take heed, for Heavens ſake take heed, leaſt at once", "The burthen of my forrowſes fall upon ye.", "Car. Madam, this is a meer diſtraction,", "You turn the good we offer into envy.", "Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye,\nAnd all ſuch falſe ſteffeffors. Would you have me\n(If you have any Juitice, any Pity,", "If ye be any thing, but Churchmens habit)", "Put my ſick cauſe into his hands that hates me ?", "Alas, ha's banifh'd me his Bed already,", "His Love too, long ago. I am old, my Lords,", "And all the Fellowship I hold now with him", "Is only by Obedience. What can happen", "To me, above this wretchedneſs ? All your Studies", "Make me a Curſe, like this :", "Camp. Your fears are worſe.", "Qu. Have I liv'd thus long (let me ſpeak my ſelf,\nSince Virtue finds no Friends) a Wife, a true one ?", "A Woman (I dare ſay without Vain-glory)", "Never yet branded with ſuſpition ?", "Have I, with all my full Aſfections", "Still met the King ? Lov'd him next Heaven ? Obey'd him", "Been (out of fondneſs) ſuperſtitious to him ?", "Almoſt forgot my Prayers to content him ?", "And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, Lords.", "Bring me a conſtant woman to her Husband,", "One that ne're dream'd a Joy, beyond his pleafure:", "And to that Woman (when ſhe has done moſt)", "Yet will I add an Honour ; a great Patience.", "Car. Madam, you wander from the good", "We aim at.", "Queen. My Lord,", "I dare not make my ſelf ſo guilty,", "To give up willingly that Noble Title", "Your Maſter wed me to: nothing but death", "Shall e're divorce your Dignities.", "Card. Pray, hear me.", "Qu. Would I had never trod this English Earth,\nOr felt the Flatteries that grow upon it:", "Ye have Angels Faces, but Heaven knows your hearts", "What ſhall become of me now, wretched Lady ?", "I am the moſt unhappy Woman living.", "Alas (poor Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?", {"bbox": [690, 1174, 1

For goodneſs ſake consider what you do,
How you may hurt your ſelf, I, utterly
Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
The hearts of Princes kiff Obedience,
So much they love it. But to ſlubborn Spirits,
They ſwell and grow as terrible as ſtorms.
I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
A Soul as even as a Calm; Pray think us,
Thofe we profefs, Peace-makers, Friends, and Servants.

Camp. Madam, you'll find it so :

You wrong your Vertues
With theſe weak Womens fears. A Noble Spirit,
As yours was, put into you ever caſts
Such doubts as falſe Coyne from it. The King loves you,
Beware you loſe it not: For us (if you pleafe
To truſt us in your buſineſs) we are ready
To uſe our utmoſt Studies in your Service.

Qu. Do what you will, my Lords :

And pray forgiſe me,
If I have us'd my ſelf unmannerly ;
You know I am a Woman lacking wit
To make a ſeemly anſwer to ſuch perſons.
Pray do my ſervic'e to his Majety,
He has my Heart yet, and ſhall have my Prayers
While I ſhall have my Life. Come, Reverend Fathers,
Beflow your Counſells on me. She now begs
That little thought when ſhe ſet footing here,
She ſhould have bought her Dignities ſo dear.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain.

Norf. If you will now unite in your Complaints,
And force them with a Conſtancy, the Cardinal
Cannot ſtand under them. If you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promife,
But that you ſhall ſuſtain moe new diſgraces,
With theſe you bear already.

Sur. I am joyful

To meet the leaſt occaſion, that may give me
Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke,
To be reveng'd on him.

Suf. Which of the Peers

Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at leaſt
Strangely neglected ? When did he regard
The Itamp of Noblenſes in any perſon
Out of himſelf?

Cham. My Lords, you ſpeak your pleaſures:
What he deferves of you and me, I know :
What we can do to him (though now the time
Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot
Bar his acceſſ to th' King, never attempt
Any thing on him: for he hath a witchcraft
Over the King in's Tongue.

Norf. O fear him not,

His ſpell in that is out: the King hath found
Matter againſt him, that for ever mars
The Honey of his Language. No, he's ſet!d
(Not to come off) in his diſpleaſure.

Sur. Sir,

I should be glad to hear ſuch News as this
Once every hour.

Norf. Believe it, this is true.

In the Divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded : wherein he appears,
As I would with mine Enemy.

Sur. How came

His Practices to light ?

Suf. Moſt iſtrangely.

Sur. O how? how?

Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miſcarried,
And came to th' eye oth? King, wherein was read
How that the Cardinal did iotreat his Holineſs
To ſtay the Judgment oth? Divorce; for if
It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceive
My King is tangled in alſfection to
A Creature of the Queens, Lady Anne Bullen.

Sur. Ha's the King this?

Suf. Believe it.

Sur. Will this work?

Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coaſts
And hedges his own way. But in this point,
All his tricks founder, and he brings his Phyſick
After his Patients death; the King already
Hath married the fair Lady.

Sur. Would he had.

Suf. May you be happy in your wif, my Lord,
For I proſefs you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Trace the Conjunction.

Suf. My Amen to't.

Nor. All mens.

Suf. There's order given for her Coronation :
Marry this is yet but young, and may be left
To ſome ears unrecounted. But, my Lords,
She is a gallant Creature, and compleat
In mind and feature, I perſwade me from her
Will fall ſome bleſſing to this Land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

Sur. But will the King

Digest this Letter of the Cardinals?

The Lord forbid.

Nor. Marry, Amen.

Suf. No, no:

There be moe Waſps that buz about his Nofe,
Will make this ſting the ſooner. Cardinal Campeinſs,
Is ſoln away to Rome, hath ta'ne no leave,
Ha's left the cauſe to th' King unhandled, and
Is poſted as the Agent of our Cardinal,
To ſecond all his plot. I do affure you,
The King cry'd Ha, at this.

Cham. Now God incenſe him.

And let him cry Ha, louder.

Norf. But, my Lord,

When returns Cranmer?

Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions, which
Have fatiſſ'd the King for his Divorce,
Together with all famous Colledges
Almoſt in Chriſtendom: ſhortly (I believe)
His ſecond Marriage ſhall be published, and
Her Coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be call'd Queen, but Princeſs Dowager,
A Widow to Prince Arthur.

Nor. This fame Cranmer's

A worthy Fellow, and hath ta'ne much pain
In the Kings buſineſs.

Suf. He has, and we ſhall fee him
For it an Arch-Biſhop.

Nor. So I hear.

Suf. 'Tis so.

Enter Wolſey and Cromwel.

The Cardinal.

Nor. Obſerve, obſerve, he's moody.

Car. The Packquet, Cromwel,

Gav't you the King?

Crom. To his own hand, in's Bed-chamber.

Card. Look'd he oth' inſide of the Paper?

Crom. Prefently,

He did unſeal them, and the firſt he view'd,
He did it with a ſerious mind: a heed
Was in his Countenance. You he bad
Attend him here this Morning.

Card. Is he ready to come abroad?

Crom. I think by this he is.

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Card.

["The Life of King Henry the Eighth.", "223", "What sudden Anger's this? How have I reap'd it?\nHe parted frowning from me, as if Ruine\nLeap'd from his Eyes. So looks the chafed Lion\nUpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him,\nThen makes him nothing. I must read this Paper:\nI fear the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so:\nThis Paper has undone me: 'Tis th' Account\nOf all that World of Wealth I have drawn together\nFor mine own ends, (indeed to gain the Popedom\nAnd fee my Friends in Rorne.) O Negligence!", "Fit for a Fool to fall by: What cros's Devil\nMade me put this main Secret in the Packet\nI lent the King? Is there no way to cure this?\nNo new device to beat this from his Brains?\nI know 'twill fltir him strongly; yet I know\nA way, if it take right, in pight of Fortunes\nWill bring me off again. What's this? To the Pope?", "The Letter (as I live) with all the Busines\nI writ to's Holines. Nay then farewell:\nI have touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnefs,\nAnd from that full Meridian of my Glory,\nI haſte now to my Setting, I haſt fall.", "Like a bright Exhalation in the Evening,\nAnd no man fee me more.", "Enter to: *Wolſey, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the*\n*: Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.*", "Norf. Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal,", "Who commands you", "To render up the great Seal pretently", "Into our hands, and to confine your ſelf", "To *Ather-bouſe*, my Lord of *Wincheſter's*,", "Till you hear further from his Highneſts.", "Car. Stay :", "Where's your Commiffion ? Lords, words cannot carry\nAuthority fo mighty.", "Suff. Who dare cros' em,", "Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expreſſely ?", "Car. Till I find more than will, or words to do it,", "(I mean your Malice) know, Oſſicious Lords,", "I dare, and muſt deny it. Now I feel", "Of what courſe Metal ye are molded, Envy:", "How eagerly ye follow my Difgrace", "As if it fed ye, and how fleek and wanton", "Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruine ?", "Follow your envious courſes, Men of Malice ;", "You have a Chriſtian warrant for 'em, and no doubt", "In time will find their fit Rewards. That Seal", "You ask with fuch a violence, the King", "(Mine, and your Maſter) with his own hand gave me:", "Bad me enjoy it, with the Place, and Honours", "During my life, and to confirm his goodneſs,", "Ty'd it by Letters Patents. Now, who'l take it ?", "Suv. The King that gave it.", "Car. It muſt be himſelf then.", "Suv. Thou art a proud Traytor, Prieſt.", "Car. Proud Lord, thou lyeſt :", "Within theſe forty hours, *Surrey durſt* better", "Have burnt that Tongue, than ſaid ſo.", "Suv. Thy Ambition,", "(Thou ſcarlet ſinner) robb'd this bewailing Land", "Of Noble *Buckingham*, my Father-in-law,", "The Heads of all thy Brother Cardinals,", "(With thee, and all thy beſt parts bound together)", "Weigh'd not a Hair of his. Plague of your Policy,", "You ſent me Deputy for Ireland.", "Far for his ſuccour; from the King, from all", "That might have mercy on the ſault, thou gav'd him :", "Whil't your great Goodneſs, out of holy pity,", "Abſoly'd him with an Ax.", "Wol. This, and all eſſe", "This talking Lord can lay upon my credit,", "I anſwer, is moſt falſe. The Duke by Law", "Found his deferts. How innocent I was", "From any private malice in his end,", "His Noble Jury, and foul Canie can witneſſ.", "If I lov'd many words, Lord, I ſhould tell you,", "You have as little Honeſty, as Honour,", "That in the way of Loyalty, and Truth", "Toward the King, my ever Royal Maſter,", "Dare mate a Souther man than *Surrey* can be,", "And all that love his follies.", "Suv. By my Soul,", "Your long Coat (Prieſt) protecſes you,", "Thou ſhould't ſeel", "My Sword Pth' life blood of thee eſſe. My Lords,", "Can ye endure to hear this Arroſance ?", "And from this Fellow ? If we live thus tamely,", "To be thus Jaded by a piece of Scarlet,", "Farewell Nobility: let his Grace go forward,", "And dare us with his Cap, like Larks.", "Car. All Goodneſs", "Is poſſon to thy Stomack.", "Suv. Yes, that Goodneſſ", "Of gleaning all the Lands-wealth into one,", "Into your own hands (Cardnal) by Extortion:", "The goodneſs of your intercepted Packets.", "You writ to the Pope, againſt the King: your goodneſſs,", "Since you provoke me, ſhall be moſt notorious.", "My Lord of *Norfolk*, as you are truly noble,", "As you reſpect the Common good, the State", "Of our deſpis'd Nobility, our Iſlues,", "(Who, if he live, will ſcare be Gentlemen)", "Produce the grand ſum of his fins, the Articles", "Collected from his life. I'le ſtartle you", "Worſe than the Sacring Bell, when the brown Wench", "Lay killing in your arms, Lord Cardinal.", "Car. How much methinks I could deſpife this man.", "But that I am bound in Charity againſt it.", "Nor. Thoſe Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand.", "But thus much, they are foul ones.", "Wol. So much fairer.", "And Iſpotleſs ſhall mine Innocence arife,", "When the King knows my Truth.", "Suv. This cannot ſave you :", "I thank my Memory, I yet remember", "Some of theſe Articles, and out they ſhall.", "Now, if you can bluſh, and ery Guilty, Cardinal,", "You'll ſhew a little Honeſty.", "Wol. Speak on, Sir,", "I dare your worſt Objections: If I bluſt,", "It is to fee a Nobleman want Manners.", "Suv. I had rather want thofe, than my Head,", "Have at you.", "First, that without the Kings affent or knowledge,", "You wrought to be a Legate, by which power", "You mair'd the Jurifdiction of all Bifhops.", "Nor. Then, that in all you writ to *Rome*, or eſſe", "To Foreign Princes, *Ego & Rex meus*", "Was ſtill inferib'd: in which you brought the King", "To be your Servant.", "Suff. Then, that without the knowledge", "Either of King or Council, when you went", "Embaſſador to the Emperour, you made bold", "To carry into *Flanders* the Great Seal.", "Suv. *Item*, You ſent a large Commiffion", "To *Gregory de Caffado*, to conclude", "Without the Kings will, or the States allowance,", "A League between his Highneſs, and *Ferrara*.", "Suv. That out of meer Ambition, you have cauſ'd", "Your Holy-Hat to be ſtamp'd on the Kings Coin.", {"bbox": [466, 1276, 825

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I will not taint my mouth with.

Cham. O my Lord,

Prefs not a falling man too far ; 'tis Virtue :
His faults lye open to the Laws, let them
(Not you) correct him. My heart weeps to see him
So little, of his great Self.

Sur. I forgive him.

Suff. Lord Cardinal, the Kings further pleasure is,
Because all those things you have done of late
By your power Legantine within this Kingdom,
Fall into the compais of a Præmunire ;

That therefore such a Writ be filed againſt you,
To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,
Caſtles, and whatſoever, and to be

Out of the Kings Protecſion. This is my Charge.

Norf. And for we'll leave you to your Meditations
How to live better. For your ſtubborn anſwer
About the giving back the great Seal to us,
The King ſhall know it, and (no doubt) ſhall thank you.
So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal.

[Exeunt all but Wolfey.

Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me.
Farewell? A long farewel to all my Greatneſs.

This is the ſtate of Man; to day he puts forth
The tender leaves of Hopes, to morrow Bloſſoms,
And bears his bluſhing Honours thick upon him:

The third day comes a Froſt, a killing Froſt,
And when he thinks, good eafie man, full ſurely
His Greatneſs is a ripening, nips his Root,

And then he falls, as I do, I have ventur'd
Like little wanton Boys that ſwim on Bladders :

This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown Pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary, and old with ſervicè, to the mercy
Of a rude ſtream, that muſt for ever hide me.

Vain pomp, and glory of the World, I hate ye,
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on Princes Favours?
There is betwixt that ſmile we would alſpire to,
That ſweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,

More pangs, and fears than Wars or Women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Luciſer,
Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwel ſtanding amaz'd.

Why how now Cromwel?

Crom. I have no power to ſpeak, Sir.

Car. What, amaz'd?

At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder

A great man ſhould decline. Nay, and you weep
I am ſal'n indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace ?

Card. Why well :

Never ſo truly happy, my good Cromwel,
I know my ſelf now, and I feel within me,
A Peace above all Earthly Dignities,

A ſtill and quiet Conſcience. The King has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his Grace : and from theſe shoulders
This ruin'd Pillet, out of pity, taken

A load would ſink a Navy, (too much honour.)
O 'tis a burden, Cromwel, 'tis a burden
Too heavy for a man, that hopes for Heaven.

Crom. I am glad your Grace

Has made that right uſe of it.

Card. I hope, I have :

I am able now (methinks)
(Out of a fortitude of Soul, I feel)

To endure more Miferies, and greater far

Than our weak-hearted Enemies dare offer.

What news abroad ?

Crom. The heaviſt, and the worſt,

Is your diſpleasure with the King.

Card. God bleſſeth him.

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is choſen

Lord Chancellor, in your place.

Card. That's ſomewhat Iuſdain.

'But he's a Learned man. May he continue
Long in his Highneſs favour, and do Juitſce
For Truth's ſake, and his Conſcience ; that his bones,
When he has run his courſe, and fleeps in Bleſſings,
May have a Tomb of Orphans tears wept on him.
What more ?

Crom. That Crommel is returned with welcome;
Inſtall'd Lord Arch-biſhop of Canterbury.

Card. That's News indeed.

Crom. Laſt, that the Lady Arm,
Whom the King hath in ſecrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open, as his Queen;
Going to Chappel: and the voice is now
Only about her Coronation.

Card. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
O Cromwel,

The King has gone beyond me: All my Glories
In that one Woman I have loſt for ever.

No Sun ſhall ever uſher forth mine Honours,
Or gild again the Noble Troops that waited
Upon my ſinles. Go get thee from me, Cromwel,
I am a poor fallen man unworthy now

To be thy Lord and Maſter. Seek the King,
(That Sun, I pray may never ſet) I have told him,
What, and how true thou art, he will advance thee;
Some little memory of me, will ſtill him

(I know his Noble Nature) not to let
Thy hopeful ſervice perſim too. Good Crommel,
Neglect him not; make uſe now, and provide
For thine own future ſafety.

Crom. O my Lord,

Muſt I then leave you ? Muſt I needs ſorgo
So good, ſo noble, and ſo true a Maſter ?
Bear witneſſs, all that have not hearts of Iron,
With what a ſorrow Cromwel leaves his Lord.
The King ſhall have my ſervicè, but my prayers
For ever and for ever ſhall be yours.

Card. Crommel, I did not think to ſled a tear
In all my miſeries: but thou haſt fore'd me
(Out of thy honeſt truth) to play the Woman.
Let's dry our Eyes: And thus far hear me, Crommel,
And when I am ſorgotten, as I ſhall be,

And ſleep in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Of me more muſt be heard of: Say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of Glory,

And founded all the Depths and Shoals of Honour,
Found thee a way (out of his wrack) to rife in:
A ſure, and ſafe one, though thy Maſter miſt it.

Mark but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me:
Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,
By that fin ſell the Angels: how can man then
(The Image of his Maker) hope to win it?

Love thy ſelf laſt, cheriſh thofe hearts that hate thee:
Corruption win not more than Honeſt,

Still in thy right hand, carry gentle peace
To ſilence envious tongues. Be juſt, and fear not:

Let all the ends thou aim'ſt at, be thy Countries,
Thy God's and Truth's: then if thou fall'ſt (O Cromwel)
Thou fall'ſt a bleſſed Martyr.

Serve the King : and prithee lead me in :

There take an Inventory of all I have,
To the laſt Penny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe,
And my Integrity to Heaven, is all,
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwel, Cromwel,
Had I but ſerv'd my God, with half the Zeal
I ſerv'd my King : he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine Enemies.

Crom. Good Sir, have patience.

Card. So I have. Farewel

The hopes of Court, my hopes in Heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

Alin

226

To *York-place*, where the Feaſt is held.

1. Sir,

You muſt no more call it *York-place*, that's paſt.
For ſince the Cardinal ſell, that title's loſt,
'Tis now the King's, and call'd *Whitehal*.

3. I know it:

But 'tis ſo lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.

2. What two Reverend Bifhops

Were thofe, that went on each ſide of the Queen ?

3. *Stokſly and Gardiner*, the one of *Winchſter*,
Newly prefer'd from the Kings Secretary:
The other, *London*.

2. He of *Winchſter*

Is held no great good Lover of the Archbiſhop,
The virtuous *Cranmer*.

3. All the Land knows that:

However yet there is no great breach, when it comes,
*Cranmer* will find a Friend will not fhrink from him.

2. Who may be that, I pray you.

3. *Thomas Cromwell*,

A man in much ſeſteem with th' King, and truly
A worthy Friend. The King has made him
After o'th' Jewel Houſe,
And one already of the Privy Council.

2. He will deferve more.

3. Yes without all doubt.

Come Gentlemen, ye ſhall go my way,
Which is to th' Court, and there ye ſhall be my Gueſts:
Something I can command : as I walk thither
Ple tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Katharine Dowager, *ſick*, led between *Griffith her*
*Gentleman-Uſher*, and Patience her *Woman*.

*Grif*. How do's your Grace ?

*Kath*. O *Griffith*, *ſick* to death:

My Legs like loaded Branches bow to th' Earth,
Willing to leave their burthen: Reach a Chair,
So now (methinks) I feel a little eafe.

Did'ft thou not tell me, *Griffith*, as thou lead'ſt me,
That the great Child of Honour, Cardinal *Wolſey*
Was dead ?

*Grif*. Yes, Madam : but I think your Grace

Out of the pain you ſuffer'd, gave no ear to't.

*Kath*. Prithee, good *Griffith*, tell me how de dy'd.
If well, he flept before me happily

For my Example.

*Grif*. Well, the voice goes, Madam,

For after the ſtout Earl *Northumberland*
Arreſted him at *York*, and brought him forward
As a man forely tainted, to his Anſwer,
He ſell ſick suddenly, and grew ſo ill,
He could not fit his Mule.

*Kath*. Alas, Poor man.

*Grif*. At laſt, with eafe Roads he came to *Leicester*,
Lodg'd in the Abby; where the reverend Abbot,
With all his Covent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave theſe words. O Father Abbot,
An old man broken with the ſtorms of State,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little Earth for Charity.

So went to Bed; where eagerly his ſickneſs
Purſu'd him ſtill, and three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, which he himſelf
Foretold should be his laſt, full Repentance,
Continual Meditations, Tears, and Sorrows,
He gave his Honours to the world agen,
His bleſſed part to heaven, and ſlept in peace.

*Kath*. So may he reſt,
His faults lie on him.

Yet thus far, *Griffith*, give me leave to ſpeak him,
And yet with Charity: he was, a man
Of an unbounded Stomach, ever ranking
Himſelf with Princes. One that by ſugſection
Ty'd all the Kingdom, Simony was fair play,
His own Opinion was his Law. I' th' Prefence
He would ſay untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words, and meaning. He was never
(But where he meant to Ruin) Pitiful.

His Promifes were, as he then was, Mighty :
But his Performance, as he is now, Nothing :
Of his own Body he was ill, and gave

The Clergy ill example.

*Grif*. Noble Madam :

Men's evil manners live in Braſs, their Virtues
We write in Water. May it pleafe your Highneſs
To hear me ſpeak his Good now ?

*Kath*. Yes, good *Griffith*,

I were malicious eſſe.

*Grif*. This Cardinal,

Though from an humble Stock, undoubtedly
Was ſaſhion'd to much Honour. From his Cradle
He was a Scholar, and a ripe, and good one:

Exceeding wife, fair ſpoken, and perſuading:
Loſty, and ſoure to them that lov'd him not:

But to thofe men that fought him, ſweet as Summer.
And though he were unſatified in getting,
(Which was a fin) yet in beſtowing, Madam,
He was moſt Princely: Ever witneſs for him
Thofe twins of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
Iſpwich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him,
Unwilling to out-live the good that did it.

The other (though unſinif'd) yet ſo Famous,
So excellent in Art, and ſtill ſo riling,

That Chriſtendom ſhall ever ſpeak his Virtue.
His Overthrow heap'd hapineſs upon him:
For then, and not till then, he felt himſelf,
And found the Bleſſedneſs of being little.
And to add greater honours to his Age
Than man could give him; he dy'd, Fearing God.

*Kath*. After my death, I wif no other Herald,
No other Speaker of my living Actions,
To keep mine Honour from Corruption,
But ſuch a honeft Chronicler, as *Griffith*.
Whom I moſt hated living, thou haſt made me
With thy Religious Truth and Modetſy,
(Now in his Aſhes) Honour: Peace be with him.
Patience, be near me ſtill, and fet me lower.

I have not long to trouble thee. Good *Griffith*,
Caufe the Muficants play me that ſad note
I nam'd my Knell; whil'ſt I fit meditating
On that Celestial Harmony, I go to.

*Sad and jolemn Mufick.*

*Grif*. She is aſleep: Good wench, let's ſit down quiet,
For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle *Patience*.

The Vision. Enter solemnly tripping one after another, fix
Perſonages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their head Gar-
lands of Bays, and golden Vizards on their Faces, Branches
of Bays or Palm in their hands. They firſt Congee unto her,
then Dance: and at certain Changes, the firſt two hold a
ſtave Garland over her Head, at which the other four make
reverend Curtſies. Then the two, that held the Garland, de-
liver the fame to the other next two, who obſerve the ſame
order in their Changes, and holding the Garland over her
Head. Which done, they deliver the ſame Garland to the
Head. Which done, who likewise obſerve the ſame Order. At which
in it were by Inſpiration) ſhe makes (in her ſleep) ſigns of re-
joying, and holdeth up her hands to Heaven. And ſo, in
their Dancing vanifh, carrying the Garland with them.
The Mſick continues.

*Kath*. Spirits of Peace, where are ye? are ye all gone?
And

["The Life of King Henry the Eighth.", "227", "And leave me here in wretchedneſs, behind ye?", "Grif. Madam, we are here.", "Kath. It is not you, I call for,", "Saw ye none enter, since I flept?", "Grif. None, Madam.", "Kath. No? Saw you not even now a bleſſed Troop", "Invite me to a Banquet, whoſe bright Faces", "Caſt a thousand Beams upon me, like the Sun?", "They promis'd me eternal happineſs,", "And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feel", "I am not worthy yet to wear: I haſt alluredly.", "Grif. I am moſt joyful, Madam, ſuch good Dreams", "Poffeſs your Fancy.", "Kath. Bid the Mufick leave,", "They are hariſh and heavy to me.", "[Mufick confers.", "Patience. Do you note", "How much her Grace is alter'd on the ſudden?", "How long her Face is drawn? How pale she looks,", "And of an earthy cold ? Mark her Eyes.", "Grif. She is going, Wench. Pray, pray.", "Pat. Heaven comfort her.", "Enter a Melfinger.", "Mcf. And't like your Grace.", "Kath. You are a fawcy Fellow,", "Deferve we no more Reverence?", "Grif. You are to blame,", "Knowing ſhe will not lobe her wonted Greatneſs", "To ſue to rude behavior. Go to, kneel.", "Mcf. I humbly do intreat your Highneſs Pardon,", "My haſte made me unmannerly. There is flaying", "A Gentleman ſent from the King, to ſee you.", "Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow", "Let me ne're ſee again.", "[Exit Melfinger.", "Enter Lord Capuchius.", "If my fight fail me not,", "You ſhould be Lord Ambaſſador from the Emperor,", "My Royal Nephew, and your name Capuchius.", "Cap. Madam, the fame. Your Servant.", "Kath. O my Lord,", "The times and titles now are alter'd ſtrangely", "With me, since firſt you knew me.", "But I pray you,", "What is your Pleasure with me?", "Cap. Noble Lady,", "Firſt mine own ſervice to your Grace, the next", "The Kings requeſt that I would viſit you,", "Who grieves much for your weakneſs, and by me", "Sends you his Princely commendations,", "And heartily intreats you take good comfort.", "Kath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,", "Tis like a Pardon after Execution;", "That gentle Phyſick given in time had cur'd me:", "But now I am paſſall Comforts here, but Prayers.", "How does his Highneſs?", "Cap. Madam, in good health.", "Kath. So may he ever do, and ever flouriſh,", "When I ſtall dwell with Worms, and my poor Name", "Banil'd the Kingdom. Patience, is that Letter,", "I cans'd you write, yet ſent away.", "Pat. No, Madam.", "Kath. Sir, I moſt humbly pray you to deliver", "This to my Lord the King.", "Cap. Moſt willingly, Madam.", "Kath. In which I have commended to his Goodneſs", "The Model of our chaſſe loves, his young Daughter,", "The dews of Heaven fall thick in Bleſſings on her,", "Befeching him to give her virtuous breeding.", "She is young, and of a Noble modeſt Nature,", "I hope ſhe will deſerve well, and a little", "To love her for her Mother's ſake, that lov'd him,", "Heaven knows how dearly.", "My next Grubbing Petition", "Is, That his Noble Grace would have ſome pity", "Upon my wretched Women, that ſo long", "Have follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully,", "Of which there is not one, I dare avow", "(And now I ſhould not lye) but well deſerve", "For Virtue, and true Beauty of the Soul,", "For Honesty, and decent Carriage", "A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)", "And ſure that men are happy, that ſhall have 'em.", "The laſt is for my Men, they are the pooreſt,", "(But Poverty could never draw 'em from me)", "That they may have their wages dulely paid 'em,", "And ſomething over to remember me by.", "If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life", "And able means, we had not part'd thus.", "Theſe are the whole Contents, and good my Lord,", "By that you love the deareſt in this world,", "As you with Chriſtian peace to Souls departed,", "Stand theſe poor Peoples Friend, and urge the King", "To do me this laſt Right.", "Cap. By Heaven I will,", "Or let me lobe the Faſhion of a man.", "Kath. I thank you, honest Lord. Remember me", "In all humility unto his Highneſs:", "Say, his long trouble now is palling", "Out of this World. Tell him, in death I bleſſed him", "(For I will:) mine Eyes grow dim. Farewell", "My Lord. Griffith farewel. Nay, Patience,", "You muſt not leave me yet. I muſt to Bed,", "Call in more Women. When I am dead, good Wench,", "Let me be us'd with Honour, ſtrew me over", "With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know", "I was a chaſt Wife to my Grave: Embalm me,", "Then lay me forth (although un-Queen'd) yet like", "A Queen, and Daughter to a King inter me.", "I can no more.", "[Exeunt leading Katharine.", "## Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.", "Enter Gardiner Bishop of Wincheſter, a Page with a\nTorch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovel.", "Gard. It's one a clock Boy, is't not?", "Boy. It hath ſtruck.", "Gard. Theſe ſhould be hours for neceſſities,", "Not for delights: times to repair our Nature", "With comforting ſepofe, and not for us", "To waſle theſe times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas,", "Whither ſo late?", "Lov. Came you from the King, my Lord?", "Gard. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero", "With the Duke of Suffolk,", "Lov. I muſt to him too,", "Before he go to Bed. I lea't my leave.", "Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovel, What's the matter?", "It ſeems you are

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Deferve our better wishes.

Gard. But Sir, Sir.

Hear me, Sir Thomas, y' are a Gentleman
Of mine own way, I know you are Wife, Religious,
And let me tell you, it will ne're be well;
'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovel, tak't of me,
'Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and the
Sleep in their Graves.

Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two
The moſt remark'd i'th' Kingdom: as for Cromwel,
Befide that of the Jewel-houſe, is made Maſter
O'th' Rolls, and the Kings Secretary. Further, Sir,
Stands in the gap and trade for moe Preferments,
With which the Time will load him. Th' Archbifhop
Is the King's hand, or tongue, and who dare ſpeak
One ſyllable againſt him?

Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare, and I my ſelf have ventur'd
To ſpeak my mind of him: and indeed this day,
Sir (I may tell it you) I think I have
Incens'd the Lords of the Council, that he is
(For so I know he is, they know he is)
A moſt Arch-heretick, a Peſtility
That does infect the Land: with which they moved
Have broken with the King, who hath ſo far
Given year to our Complain, of his great Grace,
And Princely Care, foreſeeing that ſell Mifchieſs
Our Reaſons laid before him, hath commanded
To morrow morning to the Council Board
He be Convened. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
And we muſt root him out. From your Affairs
I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.

[Exit Gardiner and Page.

Lov. Many Good nights, my Lord, I reſt your Servant.

Enter King and Suffolk.

King. Charles, I will play no more to night,
My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

Suff. Sir, I did never win of you before.

King. But little, Charles,

Nor ſhall not when my Fancy's on my Play.

Now, Lovel, from the Queen what is the News.

Lov. I could not perſonally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her Woman
I ſent your Meflage, who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleneſs, and deſir'd your Highneſs
Moſt heartily to pray for her.

King. What ſay'it thou? Ha?

To pray for her, What, is the crying out ?

Lov. So ſaid her Woman, and that her ſuff'rance made
Almoſt each pang, a death.

King. Alas, good Lady.

Suff. God safely quit her of her Burthen, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your Highneſs with an Heir.

King. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
Prithee to Bed, and in thy Prayers remember
Th' eſtate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone,
For I muſt think of that, which company
Would not be friendly to.

Suff. I will with your Highneſs
A quiet night, and my good Miftrieſs will
Remember in my Prayers.

King. Charles, Good night:
Well, Sir, what follows?

Enter Sir Anthony Denny.

Den. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Archbifhop,
As you commanded me.

King. Ha? Canterbury?

Den. I, my good Lord.

King. 'Tis true: where is he, Denny?

Den. He attends your Highneſs pleafure.

King. Bring him to us.

Lov. This is about that, which the Bifhop ſpake,
I am happily come hither.

Enter Cranmer and Denny.

King. Avoid the Gallery.

Ha? I have faſid, be gone.

[Exeunt Lovel and Denny.

Cran. I am fearful: Wherefore frowns he thus?

'Tis his Afpeſt of terror. All's not well.

King. How now, my Lord?

You do deſire to know, wherefore
I ſent for you.

Cran. It is my duty

To attend your Highneſs pleafure.

King. Pray you arife,

My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury:

Come, you and I muſt walk a turn together:
I have News to tell you.

Come, come, give me your hand.

Ah my good Lord, I grieve at what I ſpeak,
And am right forry to repeat what follows,
I have, and moſt unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do ſay, my Lord,

Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd,
Have mov'd us, and our Council, that you ſhall
This morning come before us, where I know
You cannot with ſuch freedom purge your ſelf,
But that till further Trial, in that ſ Charges
Which will require your Anſwer, you muſt take
Your Patience to you, and be well contented
To make your houſe our Tower: you, a Brother of us,
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witneſs
Would come againſt you.

Cran. I humbly thank your Highneſs,
And am right glad to catch this good occafion
Moſt throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaff
And Corn ſhall ſie aſunder. For I know,
There's none ſlands under more calumnious tongues,
Than I my ſelf, poor man.

King. Stand up, good Canterbury,
Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted
In us, thy Friend. Give me thy hand, ſtand up,
Prithee let's walk. Now by my Holydame,
What manner of man are you? my Lord, I look'd
You would have given me your Petition, that
I ſhould have ta'n eome pains, to bring together
Your ſelf, and your Accuſers, and to have heard you
Without induration further.

Cran. Moſt dread Liege,

The good I ſtand on, is my Truth and Honesty:
If they ſhall fail, I, with mine Enemies,

Will triumph o're my perſon, which I weigh not,
Being of that ſaints vacant. I fear nothing
What can be faſid againſt me.

King. Know you not

How your ſtate ſtands i'th' world, with the whole world?
Your Enemies are many, and not ſmall; their practices
Muſt bear the fame proportion, and not ever

The Juitce and the Truth o'th' queſtion carries
The due o'th' Verdict with it; at what eafe
Might corrupt minds procure Knaves as corrupt
To ſwear againſt you: Such things have been done.

You are potently oppoſ'd, and with a Malice
Of as great a ſize. Ween you of better luck,
I mean in perjur'd Witneſs, than your Maſter,

Whofe Minifter you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty Earth? Go to, go to,

You take a Precipice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own deſtruction.

Cran. God and your Majety

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me.

King. Be of good cheer,
They ſhall no more prevail, than we give way to:

Keep comfort to you, and this morning ſee
You do appear before them. If they ſhall chance
In charging you with matters, to commit you:

The

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The beft persuasions to the contrary
Fail not to ufe; and with what vehemency
Th' occupation shall infruct you. If intreaties
Will render you no remedy, this Ring
Deliver them, and your Appeal to us
There make before them. Look, the Good man weeps :
He's hones, on mine Honour. God's blest Mother,
I wear he is true-hearted, and a foul
None better in my Kingdom. Get you gone,
And do, as I have bid you.
[Exit Cranmer.
He has ftrangled all his Language in his Tears.

Enter Old Lady.

Gent. within. Comeback : what mean you ?
Lady. I'thenot come back, the tidings that I bring
Will make my boldneſs, Manners. Now good Angels
Fly o're thy Royal Head, and flade thy Perfon
Under their bleſſed Wings.

King. Now by thy looks

I guels thy Muffage. Is the Queen deliver'd ?
Say, I, and of a Boy.

Lady. I, 1, 1, my Liege ;
And a lovely Boy; the God of Heaven
Both now, and ever bleſſer her : 'Tis a Girl
Promifes Boys hereafter. Sir, your Queen
Defires your Vifitation, and to be

Acquainted with this Stranger ; 'tis as like you,
As Cherry is to Cherry.

King. Lovel.

Lov. Sir.

King. Give her an hundred Marks.

Ple to the Queen.

[Exit King.

Lady. An hundred Marks ? By this light, I'le ha more.

An ordinary Groom is for ſuch payment.
I will have more, or ſold it out of him.

Said I for this, the Girl was like to him ? I'le

Have more, or else unfay't : and now, while 'tis hot,

I'le put it to the illue.

[Exit Lady.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Cranmer, Archbifhop of Canterbury.

Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
That was ſent to me from the Council, pray'd me
To make great haffe. All ſaft ? What means this? Hoa?
Who waits there ? Sure you know me?

Enter Keeper.

Keep. Yes, my Lord :

But yet I cannot help you.

Cran. Why ?

Keep. Your Grace muſt wait till you be call'd for.

Enter Doctor Buts.

Cran. So.

Buts. This is a piece of Malice: I am glad

I came this way fo haply. The King

Shall underſtand it prefentely.

[Exit Butts.

Cran. 'Tis Butts,

The King's Phyſician, as he paſt along
How earneſtly he caſt his Eyes upon me :

Pray Heaven he found not my diſgrace : for certain

This is of purpofe laid by ſome that hate me,
(God turn their Hearts, I never ſought their malice)

To quench mine Honour ; they would ſhame to make me

Wait elfe at door : a Fellow Councellor

'Mong Boys, Grooms, and Lackeys.

But their Pleaſures

Muſt be fulfil'd, and I attend with Patience.

Enter the King, and Butts at a Window above.

Buts. I'le ſhow your Grace the ſtrangeſt fight.

King. What's that, Butts ?

Buts. I think your Highneſs ſaw this many a day.

King. Body a me : where is it ?

Buts. There, my Lord :

The high Promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
Who holds his State at door 'mongſt Purſevants,
Pages, and Foot-boys.

King. Ha ? 'tis He indeed.

Is this the Honour they do one another ?
'Tis well there's one above 'em yet; I had thought
They had part'd to much Honcity among 'em,
At least good Manners ; as not thus to ſuffer
A man of his Place, and to near our Favour

To dance attendance on their Lordships pleafures,
And at the door too, like a Poſt with Packets :
By holy Mary, (Butts) there's Knavery ;

Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtain cloſe,
We ſhall hear more anon.

A Council Table brought in with Chairs and Stools, and
placed under the State. Enter Lord Chancellor, places him-
felf at the upper end of the Table, on the left hand : A Seat
being left void above him, as for Canterbury's Seat. Duke
of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord Chamber-
lain, Gardiner, ſeat themselves in Order on each side.
Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary.

Chan. Speak to the buſineſs, Mr. Secretary ;

Why are we met in Council ?

Crom. Pleafe your Honours,

The chief Caufe concerns his Grace of Canterbury.

Gard. Ha's he knowledge of it ?

Crom. Yes.

Norf. Who waits there ?

Keep. Without, my Noble Lords.

Gard. Yes.

Keep. My Lord Archbifhop,

And ha's done half an hour to know your pleafures.

Chan. Let him come in.

Keep. Your Grace may enter now.

[Cranmer approaches the Council Table.

Chan. My good Lord Archbifhop, I'm very forry

To fit here at this prefent, and behold

That Chair ſtand empty : But we all are men

In our own Natures rail, and capable

Of our fleſh, few are Angels ; out of which Frailty

And want of Wifdom, you that beſt ſhould teach us,

Have miſdemeand' your ſelf, and not a little,

Toward the King firſt, then his Laws, in filling

The whole Realm, by your teaching and your Chaplains,

(For we are inform'd) with new Opinions

Divers and dangerous, which are Hereſies ;

And not Reform'd, may prove pernicious.

Gard. Which Reformation muſt be ſudden too,

My Noble Lords, for that he came wild Horſes,

Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle ;

But ſtop their Mouths with ſtubbom Bits, and ſpur 'em

'Till they obey the manage. If we ſuffer

Out of our ealneſs and childliſt pity

To one man's Honour, this contagious ſickneſs ;

Farewell all Phyſick : and what follows then ?

Commotions, uproars, with a general taint.

Of the whole State : of late days our Neighbours,

The upper Germany can dearly witneſs,

Yet freely pitied in our memories.

Cran. My good Lords; hitherto, in all the Progrefſs,

Both of my Life and Office, I have labour'd,

And with no little ſtudy, that my teaching

And the ſtrong courſe of my Authority,

Might go one way, and faſely ; and the end

Was ever to do well : nor is there living,

(I ſpeak it with a ſingle heart, my Lords)

A man that more deteſts, more ſtirs againſt,

Both in his private Conſience, and his Place,

Defacers of a publick Peace, than I do:

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King. Stand up, Lord;
With this Kins, take my Bleffing: God proteest thee,
Into whose hand, I give thy Life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My Noble Goffips, y'have been too Prodigal,
I thank ye heartily: So shall this Lady,
When she has so much English.

Cran. Let me speak, Sir,

For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter,
Let none think Flattery; for they'll find 'em Truth.

This Royal Infant, Heaven still move about her,
Though in her Cradle, yet now promises

Upon this Land, a thousand thousand Bleffings,

Which time shall bring to ripenefs: She shall be,
(But few now living can behold that Goodnefs)

A Pattern to all Princes living with her,

And all that shall succeed: Saba was never

More covetous of Wifdom, and fair Virtue

Than this pure Soul shall be. All Princely Graces

That mould up a mighty Piece as this is,

With all the Virtues that attend the Good,

Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall Nurfe her,

Holy and Heavenly thoughts still Counfel her:

She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall blefs her ;

Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corn,

And hang their heads with sorrow :

Good grows with her.

In her days every man shall eat in safety,

Under his own Vine what he plants; and sing

The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours.

God shall be truly known, and thofe about her

From her shall read the perfect ways of Honour,

And by thofe claim their Greatnefs, not by Blood,

Nor shall this Peace fleep with her: But as when

The Bird of wonder dies, the Maiden Phœnix,

Her Afhes new create another Heir,

As great in admiration as her self;

So shall she leave her Bleffednefs to One,

(When Heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkneſt)

Who from the sacred Afhes of her Honour

Shall Star-like rife, as Great in fame as she was,

And so stand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terror,

That were the Servants to this choſen Infant,

Shall then be His, and like a Vine grow to him;

Where ever the bright Sun of Heaven shall ſtine,

His Honour, and the Greatneſs of his name,

Shall be, and make new Nations. He shall flourish,

And like a Mountain Cedar, reach his branches,

To all the Plains about him: Our Children's Children

Shall fee this, and bleſs Heaven.

King. Thou ſpeakeſt Wonders.

Cran. She shall be to the Happineſs of England,

An Aged Princeſs; many Days shall fee her,

And yet no Day without a deed to Crown it.

Would I had known no more: But she muſt dye,

She muſt, the Saints muſt have her; yet a Virgin,

A moſt unſpotted Lilly shall the paffs

To th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

King. O Lord Archbifhop,

Thou haſt made me now a Man: never, before

This happy Child, did I get any thing.

This Oracle of comfort, has ſo pleas'd me,

That when I am in Heaven, I shall define

To fee what this Child does, and praife my Maker,

I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,

And you good Brethren, I am much beholding:

I have receiv'd much Honour by your prefence,

And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords,

Ye muſt all fee the Queen, and ſhe muſt thank ye,

She will be ſick elfe. This day, no man think

'Has buſineſs at his houſe, for all shall stay;

This little One shall make it Holy-day.

[Exeunt]

## The EPILOGUE.

TIs ten to one this Play can never please
All that are here: Some come to take their eafe,
And ſleep out an Aſtor two; but thofe we fear
We have affrighted with our Trumpets: so 'tis clear,
They'll ſay it's naught. Others, to hear the City
Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty,
Which we have not done neither, that I fear

All the expected good w' are like to hear,
For this Play at this time, is only in
The merciful conſtruction of good Women;
For such a one we ſhow'd 'em: if they ſmile,
And ſay 'twill do; I know within a while,
All the beſt Men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap,

THE

The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.

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Helen, well go to, there were no more comparifon between the Women. But for my part she is my Kinfwo man, I would not (as they term it) praiſe it, but I would fome body had heard her talk yefterday, as I did: I will not diſpraiſe your Sifter Caffandra's wit, but—

Troi. O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus;

When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drownd'd,
Reply not in how many Fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad
In Creſſid's Love. Thou anſwer't, he is Fair,
Pour't in the open Uuer of my Heart,
Her Eyes, her Hair, her Cheek, her Gate, her Voice,
Handleſt in thy diſcourſe. O that her Hand
(In whoſe comparifon, all whites are Ink
Writing their own reproach) to whoſe ſoft ſeizure
The Cignets Down is harſh, and ſpirit of Senſe
Hard as the Palm of Ploughman. This thou tell't me;
As true thou tell't me, when I fay I love her :
But faying thus, inſtead of Oyl and Balm,
Thou lay't in every gaſh that love hath given me,
The Knife that made it.

Pan. I ſpeak no more than truth.

Troi. Thou doſt not ſpeak ſo much.

Pan. Faith, I'le not meddle in't. Let her be as ſhe is,
if ſhe be fair, ?tis the better for her : and ſhe be not, ſhe
ha's the mends in her own hands.

Troi. Good Pandarus; how now, Pandarus?

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel, ill thought
on of her, and ill thought on of you: Gone between and
between, but ſmall thanks for my labour.

Troi. What art thou angry, Pandarus? what with me?

Pan. Because ſhe is Kin to me, therefore ſhe's not ſo
fair as Helen, and ſhe were not Kina to me, ſhe would be
as fair on Fryday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I ?
I care not and ſhe were a Black-a-Moor, ?tis all one to me.

Troi. Say I, ſhe is not fair?

Pan. I do not care, whether you do or no. She's a Fool
to ſtay behind her Father: Let her to the Greeks, and ſo
I'le tell her the next time I fee her : for my part, I'le
meddle nor make no more i'th' matter.

Troi. Pandarus?

Pan. Not I.

Troi. Sweet Pandarus.

Pan. Pray you ſpeak no more to me, I will leave all as
I found it, and there's an end.

[Exit. Pand.

Sound Alarum.

Troi. Peace you ungracious Clamors, peace rude Sounds,
Fools on both fides, Helen muſt needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.

I cannot fight upon this Argument:

It is too ſtary'd a ſubject for my Sword :

But Pandarus: O Gods! How do you plague me?

I cannot come to Creſſid, but by Pandar,

And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe,

As ſhe is ſtubborn, chaſt, againſt all ſute.

Tell me Apollo for thy Daphne's Love

What Creſſid is, what Pandar, and what we:

Her bed is India, there ſhe lies, a Pearl,

Between our Ilium, and where ſhe refides

Let it be call'd the mild and wandring flood,

Our ſelf the Merchant, and this failing Pandar

Our doubtful Hope, our Convoy and our Bark.

Alarum.

Enter Æneas.

Æne. How now, Prince Troilus?

Wherefore not a field?

Troi. Because not there; this womans anſwer forts,

For womanliſh it is to be from thence:

What news Æneas from the field to day?

Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.

Troi. By whom, Æneas?

Æne. Troilus by Menelaus.

Troi. Let Paris bleed, ?tis but a ſcar to ſcorn.

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.

[Alarum.

Æne. Heark, what good ſport is out of Town to day?

Troi. Better at home, if Would I might, were May;
But to the ſport abroad, are you bound thither?

Æne. In all ſwift hafte.

Troi. Come, go we then together.

Enter Creſſid and her Man.

[Exequ.

Cre. Who were theſte went by?

Man. Queen Hecuba and Helen.

Cre. And whither go they?

Man. Up to the Eastern Tower,

Whoſe height commands as ſubject all the Vale,

To fee the Batel; Hæſt or, whoſe patience

Is as a Vertue fix'd, to day was mov'd:

He chides Andromache, and ſtruck his Armorer,

And like as there were Husbandry in War

Before the Sun roſe, he was harneſt light,

And to the Field goes he; where every flower

Did as a Prophet weep what it foreſaw,

In Hæſt or's wrath.

Cre. What was his cauſe of Anger ?

Man. The noſe goes this;

There is among the Greeks:

A Lord of Trojan Blood, Nephew to Hæſt or,

They call him Ajax.

Cre. Good; and what of him?

Man. They ſay, he is a very man per ſo and ſtands alone.

Cre. So do all Men, unleſs they are drunk, ſick, or have
no Legs.

Man. This Man, Lady, hath robb'd many Beaſts of their
particular aditions, he is as valiant as the Lyonchurliſh
as the Bear, flow as the Elephant: a man into whom na-
ture hath ſo crowded humours, that his valour is cruſht into
folly, his ſolly fauſed with diſeretion: There is no man hat
a Vertue, that he hath not a glimpſe of, nor any man an
attaint, but he carries ſome ſtain of it. He is melancho-
ly without cauſe, and merry againſt the hair, he hat h
joints of every thing, but every thing ſo out of joint,
that he is a goſty Brawneus, many hands and no uſe; or
purblinded Argus, all eyes and no ſight.

Cre. But how ſhould this man, that makes me ſmile,
make Hæſt or angry?

Man. They ſay, he yefterday cop'd Hæſt or in the bat-
tel and ſtruck him down, the diſdain and ſhame where-
of hath ever ſince kept Hæſt or ſaſting and waking.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. Who comes here?

Man. Madam, your Uncle Pandarus.

Cre. Hæſt or's a gallant man.

Man. As may be in the world, Lady.

Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cre. Good morrow, Uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow, Cozen Creſſid: what do you talk
of? good morrow, Alexander, how do you, Cozen ? when
were you at Ilium ?

Cre. This morning, Uncle.

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Was
Hæſt or arm'd and gone, e're ye came to Ilium ? Helen was
not up? was ſhe ?

Cre. Hæſt or was gone, but Helen was not up.

Pan. E'n ſo; Hæſt or was ſtirring early.

Cre. That were we talking of, and of his Anger.

Pan. Was he angry ?

Cre. So he ſays here.

Pan. True, he was ſo; I know the cauſe too, he'll lay
about him to day I can tell them that, and there's Troilus
will not come far behind him, let them take heed of Tru-
lus; I can tell them that too.

Cre. What is he angry too?

Pan. Who, Troilus?

Troilus is the better man of the two.

Cae. Oh Jupiter; there's no comparifon.

Pan. What not between Troilus and Hæſt or? do you
know a man if you fee him?

Cre. .. I, if I ever ſaw him before and knew him.

Pan. Well, I ſay Troilus is Troilus.

Cre.

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Cre. Then you fay, as I fay,
For I am fure he is not Heſtor.

Pan. No, nor Heſtor is not Troilus in fome degrees.

Cre. 'Tis juſt to each of them he is himſelf.

Pan. Himſelf ? alas poor Troilus I would he were.

Cre. So he is.

Pan. Condition I had gone bare-foot to India.

Cre. He is not Heſtor.

Pan. Himſelf ? no ? he's not himſelf, would a were himſelf; well, the Gods are above, time muſt friend or end: well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body; no, Heſtor is not a better man than Troilus.

Cre. Excufe me.

Pan. He is Elder.

Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. Th' others not come too't, you ſhall tell me another tale when th'others come to't: Heſtor ſhall not have his will this year.

Cre. He ſhall not need it, if he have his own.

Pan. Nor his qualities.

Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his Beauty.

Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You have no judgment, Neece; Helen her ſelf were th'other day, that Troilus for a brown favour, (for to't his I muſt confers) not brown neither.

Cre. No, but brown.

Pan. Faith, to ſay truth, brown and not brown.

Cre. To ſay the truth, true and not true.

Pan. She prais'd his complexion above.

Cre. Why Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troilus ſhouſe have too much, if he prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his, he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a prais't for a good complexion. I had as lieve Helens golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper noſe.

Pan. I ſwear to you,

I think Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cre. Then he's a merry Greek indeed.

Pan. Nay, I am ſure he does, he came to him th'other day into the compaſt window, and you know he has not palt three or four hairs on his chin.

Cre. Indeed a Tapſers Arithmetique may ſoon bring his particulars therein to a Total.

Pan. Why he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his Brother Heſtor.

Cre. Is he ſo young a man, and ſo old a lifter ?

Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, he came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin.

Cre. Juno have mercy, how came it cloven ?

Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled,

I think his ſmiling becomes him better, than any man in all Pallas.

Cre. Oh, he ſmiles valiantly.

Pan. Does he not?

Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a cloud in Autumn.

Pan. Why go to then, but to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus.

Cre. Troilus will ſtand to the

Proof, if you'l prove it ſo.

Pan. Troilus ? why he eſteems her no more, than I eſteem on addle Egg.

Cre. If you love an addle Egg, as well as you love an iblead head, you would eat Chickens i'th' ſhell.

Pan. I cannot chufe but laugh to think how ſhe tickled his chin, indeed ſhe has a marveil's white hand, I muſt needs confers.

Cre. Without the Rack.

Pan. And ſhe takes upon her to ſpy a white hair on his Chin.

Cre. Alas poor Chin ? many a Wart is richer.

Pan. But there was ſuch laughing, Queen Hecuba lauſt that her Eye run o're.

Cre. With Milſtones.

Pan. And Caffandra lauſt.

Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her Eyes : did her Eyes run o're too ?

Pan. And Heſtor lauſt.

Cre. At what was all this laughing ?

Pan. Marry at the white hair, that Helen ſpied on Troilus's chin.

Cre. And 'had been a green hair, I ſhould have lauſt too.

Pan. They lauſt not ſo much at the hair, as at his pretty anſwer.

Cre. What was his anſwer ?

Pan. Quoth ſhe, here's but two and fifty hairs on your chin; and one of them is white.

Cre. This is her queſtion.

Pan. That's true, make no queſtion of that: two and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white, that white hair is my Father, and all the reſt are his Sons. Jupiter, quoth ſhe, which of theſe hairs is Paris, my Husband ? The forſed one, quoth he, pluck't out and give it him: but there was ſuch laughing, and Helen ſo bluſt, and Paris ſo chafe, and all the reſt ſo lauſt, that it paſt.

Cre. So let it now,

For it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, Cozen,

I told you a thing yelſterday, think on't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'le be ſworn 'tis true, he will weep you an 'twere a man born in April.

[Sound a Retreat.]

Cre. And Ple ſpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle againſt May.

Pan. Heark, they are coming from the field, ſhall we ſtand up here and fee them, as they paſs toward Ilium ? good Neece do, ſweet Neece Creffida.

Cre. At your pleaſure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may fee moſt bravely, I'le tell you them all by their names, as they paſs by, but mark Troilus above the reſt.

Enter Æneas.

Cre. Speak not so loud.

Pan. That's Æneas, is not that a brave Man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you, but mark Troilus, you ſhall fee anon.

Cre. Who's that ?

Enter Antenor.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a ſhrew'd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enough, he's one o'th' ſoundſt judgment in Troy whoſoever, and a proper man of perſon : when comes Troilus ? I'le ſhew you Troilus anon, if he fee me, you ſhall fee him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod ?

Pan. You ſhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich ſhall have more.

Enter Heſtor.

Pan. That's Heſtor, that, that, look you, that, there's a Fellow. Go thy way Heſtor, there's a brave man, Neece, O brave Heſtor ! Look how he looks ? there's a countenance; is't not a brave Man ?

Cre. O brave Man !

Pan. Is a not ? It does a Mans Heart good, look you what hacks are on his Helmet, look you yonder, do you fee ? Look you there ? There's no jeſting, laying on, tak't off who will, as they ſay, there be hacks.

Cre. Be thofe with Swords ?

Enter Paris.

Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the Devil come to him, it's all one, by Godslid it does ones heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, Neece, is't not a gaſſant man too, is't not ? Why, this is brave now: who faſd he came hurt home to day ? He's not hurt, why this will do Helens's heart good now, ha ? Would I could fee Troilus now, you ſhall fee Troilus anon.

Cre. Whoſe that ?

Enter.

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Enter Helenus.

Pan. That's Helenus, I marvel where Troilus is, that's Helenus. I think he went not forth to day: that's Helenus.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, Uncle ?

Pan. Helenus, no: yes he'll fight indifferent well, I marvel where Troilus is; heark, do you not hear the people cry Troilus? Helenus is a Prieft.

Cre. What sneaking Fellow comes yonder?

Enter Troilus.

Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! There's a man, Niece, hem; Brave Troilus, the Prince of Chivalry.

Cre. Peace, for flame, peace.

Pand. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus: look well upon him, Niece, look you how his Sword is bloodied, and his Helm more hack'd than Heftors, and how he looks, and how he goes, O admirable youth! he ne're saw three and twenty. Go thy way Troilus, go thy way, had I a Sifter were a Grace, or a Daughter a Goddeſs, he ſhould take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is durt to him, and I warrant, Helen to change, would give money to boot.

Enter common Souldiers.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Aſſes, Fools, Dolts, Chaff and Bran, Chaff and Bran; Porridge after Meat. I could live and dye Pith' Eyes of Troilus. Ne're look, ne're look; the Eagles are gone, Crows and Daws, Crows and Daws: I had rather be ſuch a Man as Troilus, than Agamemnon, and all Greece.

Cre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better Man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a Dray-man, a Porter, a very Camel.

Cre. Well, well.

Pan. Well, well? Why, have you any diſcretion? Have you any Eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not Birth, Beauty, good Shape, Diſcourse, Manhood, Learning, Geniſteneſs, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and ſo forth, the Spice, and Salt that feaſons a Man?

Cre. I, a minc'd man, and then to be bak'd with no Date in the Pye, for then the man's date is out.

Pan. You are ſuch another Woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cref. Upon my Back, to defend my Belly; upon my Wit, to defend my Wiles; upon my Secreſtie, to defend mine Honeſty; my Mask to defend my Beauty, and you to defend all theſe: and at all theſe wards I lie at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay PLE watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeſt of them too; if I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow, unleſs it Iwell paſt hiding, and then it is paſt watching.

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are ſuch another.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would inſtantly ſpeak with you.

Pan. Where ?

Boy. At your own Houſe.

Pan. Good Boy, tell him I come, I doubt he be hurt.

Fare ye well, good Niece.

Cref. Adieu, Uncle.

Pan. Ple be with you, Niece, by and by.

Cref. To bring, Uncle.

Pan. I, a token from Troilus.

Cref. By the fame token, you are a Bawd. [Exit Pand. Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, and Loves full Sacrifice, He offers in others enterprize:

But more in Troilus thouſand fold I fee,
Than in the Glaſs of Pandar's praiſe may be,
Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing,
Things won are done, the fouls joy lies in doing :
That thebelov'd, knows nought that knows not this :
Men prize the thing ungain'd, more than it is.

That the was never yet, that ever knew

Love go ſo ſweet, as when defire did ſue :

“ Achievement is command: ungain'd, beſeech,
Therefore this Maxim out of love I teach;
That though my hearts Content's firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that ſhall from mine Eyes appear.
[Exit.]
Sonnet. Enter Agamemnon, Neſtor, Ulyſſes, Diomedes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes :

What grief hath fet the Jaundife on your Cheeks?

The ample Propofition that hopes makes

In all deligns begun on Earth below,

Fails in the promis'd largeneſs: checks and diſaſtlers
Grow in the veins of Actions highſt rear'd.

As knots by the conſux of meeting ſap,

Infect the found Pine, and diverts his Grain

Tortive and errant from his courſe of growth.

Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,

That we come ſhort of our ſuppofe ſo far,

That after ſeven years ſiege, yet Troy Walls ſand,

Sith every action that hath gone before,

Whereof we have Record, Tryal did draw

Bias and thwart, not anſwering the aim,

And that unbodyed Figure of the thought

That gav't ſurmiſed ſhape. Why then (you Princes)

Do you with Cheeks abalh'd, behold our works,

And think them ſhame, which are (indeed) nought eſſe

But the protraſtive tryals of great Jove,

To find perſtitive Conſtancy in men ?

The fineneſs of which Metal is not ſound

In Fortunes love: for then, the Bold and Coward,

The Wifc and Fool, the Artiſt and un-read,

The hard and soft, ſeem all affin'd, and kin.

But in the Wind and Tempeſt of her ſrown,

Diſtinction with a loud and powerful Fan,

Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;

And what hath Mafs, or Matter by it ſelf,

Lies rich in Virtue, and unmunged.

Neſt. With due obſervance of thy godly Seat,

Great Agamemnon, Neſtor ſhall apply

Thy lateſt words.

In the reproof of Chance,

Lies the true proof of men: The Sea being ſmooth;

How many ſhallow bauble Boats dare fail

Upon her patient breaſt, making their way

With thofe of noble Bulk ?

But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrag

The gentle Thetis, and anon behold

The ſtrong ribb'd Bark, through liquid mountains cuts
Bounding between the two moſt Elements,
Like Perſens Horſe. Where's then the ſawcy Boat,
Whoſe weak untimber'd ſides but even now
Co-rival'd Greatneſs? Either to harbour ſled,
Or made a Toſt for Neptune. Even ſo,
Doth Valours ſhew, and Valours worth divide
In ſforms of Fortune.

For, in her ray and brightneſs,

The Herd hath more annoyance by the Brize

Than by the Tyger: But, when the ſplitting wind

Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oaks,

And flies ſled under ſhade, why then

The thing of Courage,

As rowz'd with raggs with rage doth ſympathize,

And with an accent tun'd in ſelf-fame key,

Retires to chiding Fortune.

Ulyſ. Agamemnon,

Thou great Commander, Nerve, and Bone of Greece,
Heart of our Numbers, Soul, and only Spirit,
In whom the tempers, and the minds of all
Should be ſhut up; Hear what Ulyſſes ſpeaks,
Befides th' applaſe and approbation

The which (moſt Mighty) for thy place and merit,
And thou moſt reverend for thy ſtretch-out life,
I give to both your Speeches, which were ſuch,

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece

Should hold up high in Braſs: and ſuch again

As

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As venerable Neſtor (hatch'd in Silver)
Should with a bond of Air, ſtrong as the Axletree
On which the Heavens ride, knit all Greeks ears
To his experience'd tongue: yet let it pleafe both
(Thou Great, and Wife) to hear ſlyſſes ſpeak.

Aga. Speak, Prince of Ithaca, and be't of leſs expeſt;
That matter needleſs of importleſs burthen
Divide thy lips: then we are confident,
When rank Therſites opes his Maſtick jaws,
We ſhall hear Maſtick, Wit, and Oracle.

Uphor. Troy, yet upon her Bafis, had been down,
And the great Heſtor's Sword had lack'd a Maſter,
But for theſe inſtances.

The ſpecialty of Rule hath been neglefted;
And look how many Grecian Tents do ſtand
Hollow upon this Plain, to many hollow Faſions.
When that the General is not like the Hive,
To whom the Forragers ſhall all repair,
What Hony is expeſt'd? Degree being vizarded,
Th' unworthiſt ſthews as fairly in the Mask.
The Heavens themselves, the Planets, and this Center,
Obſerve degree, priority, and place,
Inſtiture, course, proportion, ſeafon, form,
Office, and cuſtom, in all line of Order:
And therefore is the glorious Planet Sol,
In noble eminence, enthron'd and ſphear'd
Amidst the other, whose Med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill Aspeſts of Planets evil,
And poſts like the Command'ment of a King,
Sans check, to good and bad. But when the Planets
In evil mixture to diſorder wander,

What Plagues, and what Portents, what Mutiny?
What raging of the Sea? ſhaking of Earth?
Commotion in the Winds? Frights, changes, horrours,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity, and married calm of States
Quite from their ſ fixture ? O, when Degree is ſhak'd,
(Which is the Ladder to all High deſigns)

The enterprize is ſick. How could Communities,
Degrees in Schools, and Brother-hoods in Cities,
Peaceable Commerce from dividenble ſhores,
The Primogenitive, and due of Birth,
Prerogative of Age, Crowns, Scepters, Lawrels,
(But by Degree) ſtand in Authentique place?
Take but Degree away, untune that ſtring,
And hark what Diſcard follows: each thing meets
In meer oppugnancy. The bounded Waters
Would lift their boſoms higher than the Shores,
And make a ſop of all this ſolid Globe:
Strength would be Lord of imbecillity,
And the rude Son would ſtrike his Father dead:
Force would be right, or rather, Right and Wrong,
(Between whoſe endleſſs jar, Juſtice reſides)
Would loſe their names, and ſo would juſtice too.
Then every thing includes it ſelf in Power,
Power into Will, Will into Appetite,
And Appetite (an univerſal Wolf,
So doubly feconed with Will, and Power)
Maſt make perſence an univerſal Prey,
And laſt, eat up himſelf.

Great Agamemnon,

This Chaos, when Degree is ſuffocate,
Followes the choaking:

And this negleſtion of Degree, is it
That by a pace goes backward in a purpofe
It hath to climb. The General's diſdaind:
By him one ſtep below; he by the next,
That next, by him beneath: ſo every ſtep
Exempled by the firſt pace that is ſick
Of his Superiour, grows to an envious Feaſer
Of pale, and bloodleſs Emulation.
And 'tis this Feaſer that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own ſinews. To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weakneſs lives, not in her ſtrength.

Neſt. Moſt wifely hath ſlyſſes here diſcover'd
The Feaſer, whereof all our Power is ſick.

Aga. The Nature of the ſickneſs found, (Olyſſes)
What is the Remedy?

Olyſſ. The great Achilles, whom Opinion crowns
The Sinew, and the Fore-hand of our Hoſt,
Having his ear full of his aiery Fame,
Grows dainty of his Worth, and in his Tent
Lies mocking his Deſigns. With him Patroclus,
Upon a lazy Bed, the live-long day
Breaks ſcurril Jeſts,

And with ridiculous and awkward action,
(Which, Slanderer, he imitation calls)

He Pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Thy topleſs Deputation he puts on;
And like a ſtrutting Player, whoſe conceit
Lies in his Ham-ſtring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden Dialogue and found

''Twixt his ſtretch'd footing, and the Scaſſoldage,
(Such to be pitied, and o're-refited ſeeming
He acts thy Greatneſs in) and when he ſpeaks,
''Tis like a Chime a mending, with terms unſquar'd,
Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt,
Would ſeem Hyperboles. At this ſuſy ſtuff,
The large Achilles (on his preſt-bed lolling)

From his deep Cheſt, laughs out a loud applaſe,
Cries, excellent: 'tis Agamemnon juſt.

Now play me Neſtor; hum, and itſtroke thy Beard
As he, being dreſt to ſome Oration,

That's done, as neer as the extremelt ends
Of Parallels; as like, as Vulcan and his Wife,
Yet good Achilles ſtill cries, Excellent,

''Tis Neſtor right. Now play him (me) Patroclus,
Arming to anſwer in a Night-alarm,

And then (for ſtooth) the faint deſects of Age
Maſt be the Scene of mirth, to cough and ſpilt,

And with a Palfre ſubbling on his Gorget,
Shake in and out the Rivet: and at this ſport
Sir Valour dies; cries, O enough Patroclus,

Or, give me ribs of Steel, I ſhall ſpilt all
In pleasure of my ſpleen. And in this ſaſhion,
All our abilities, gifts, natures, ſhapes,

Severals and generals of Grace exaſt,
Atchievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the Field, or ſpeech for Truce,
Success of loſs, what is, or is not, ſerves
As ſtuff for theſe two, to make Paradoxes.

Neſt. And in the Imitation of theſe twain,
Who (as ſlyſſes ſays) Opinion crowns
With an Imperial voice, many are inſect:
Ajax is grown ſelf-will'd, and bears his head
In ſuch a rein, in full as proud a place,
As broad Achilles, and keeps his Tent like him;
Makes ſaſtious ſeaſts, rails on our ſtate of War,
Bold as an Oracle, and ſets Therſites
A Slave (whoſe Gall coins ſlanders like a Mint.)
To match us in comparifons with Dirt,
To weaken and diſcredit our expeſure,
How rank ſoever rounded in with danger.

Olyſſ. They tax our policy, and call it Cowardife,
Count Wifdom as no member of the War,
Fore-ſtall preſcience, and eſſeem no act
But that of hand: The ſtill and mental parts,
That do contrive how many hands ſhall ſtrike
When ſinleſs calls them on, and know by meaſure
Of their obſervant toyl, the Enemies weight,
Why this hath not a ſingers dignity:
They call this Bedwork, Maſſ'ry, Cloſet-War,
So that the Ram that batters down the Wall
For the great ſwing and rudenefs of his poize,
They place before his hand that made the Engine,
Or that he, with the ſineneſs of their Souls,
By Reaſon guide his Execution.

Neſt. Let this be granted, and Achilles horſe

Makes

["The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.", "238", "Makes many Thebes Sons.", "Aga. What Trumpet? Look Menelaus.", "Men. From Troy.", "Enter Æneas.", "Aga. What would you? fore our Tent?", "Æne. Is this great Agamemnon's Tent, I pray you?", "Aga. Even this.", "Æne. May one that is a Herald, and a Prince,", "Do a fair melpage to his Kingly ears?", "Aga. With furety stronger than Achilles arm,\n'Fore all the Greekifh heads, which with one voice\nCall Agamemnon Head and General.", "Æne. Fair leave, and large fecurity. How may", "A franger to thofe moft Imperial looks,", "Know them from eyes of other Mortals?", "Aga. How?", "Æne. I: I ask, that I might waken reverence,", "And on the Cheek be ready with a blufh", "Modelt as morning, when the coldly eyes", "The youthful Phæbus :", "Which is that God in Office guiding men?", "Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?", "Aga. This Trojan ſcorns us, or the men of Troy", "Are ceremonious Courtiers.", "Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,", "As bending Angels: that's their Fame, in peace :", "But when they would feem Souldiers, they have galls,", "Good Arms, Itrong Joynys, true Swords, and Joves accord,", "Nothing ſo full of heart. But peace, Æneas,", "Peace Trojan, lay thy finger on thy lips,", "The worthineſs of præife diſtains his worth,", "If that he prais'd himſelf, bring the præife forth:", "What the repining Enemy commends,", "That breath fame blows, that præife ſole pure tranſcends.", "Aga. Sir, you of Troy, call you your ſelf, Æneas?", "Æne. I, Greek, that is my name.", "Aga. What's your Affair, I pray you ?", "Æne. Sir pardon, 'tis for Agamemnon's ears.", "Aga. He hears nought privately,", "That comes from Troy.", "Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whifper him,", "I bring a Trumpet to awake his ear,", "To fet his ſenſe on the attentive bent,", "And then to ſpeak.", "Aga. Speak frankly as the wind,", "It is not Agamemnon's ſleeping hour;", "That thou halt know, Trojan, he is awake,", "He tells thee ſo himſelf.", "Æne. Trumpet blow loud:", "Send thy braſs voice through all theſe lazy Tents,", "And every Greek of Mettle, let him know,", "What Troy means fairly, ſhall be ſpoke alowd.", "[The Trumpets found.", "We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy,", "A Prince call'd Hector, Priam is his Father:", "Who in this dull and long continu'd Truce", "Is ſuſly grown, he bad me take a Trumpet,", "And to this purpofe ſpeak: Kings, Princes, Lords,", "If there be one amongst the fair'ft of Greece,", "That holds his Honour higher than his cafe,", "That feels his præife, more than he fears his peril,", "That knows his Valour, and knows not his Fear,", "That loves his Miftrefſs more than in Conſeſſion,\n(With truant vows to her own lips he loves)", "And dare avow her Beauty, and her Worth,", "In other arms than hers: to him this Challenge.", "Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,", "Shall make it good, or do his beſt to do it.", "He hath a Lady, wifer, fairer, truer,", "Than ever Greek did compaſs in his arms,", "And will to morrow with his Trumpet call,", "Midway between your Tents, and Walls of Troy,", "To rowea a Grecian that is true in love.", "If any come, Hector ſhall honour him:", "[Tucker.", "If none, he'll ſay in Troy when he retires,", "The Grecian Dames are ſun-burnt, and not worth", "The ſplinter of a Lance: Even ſo much.", "Aga. This ſhall be told our Lovers, Lord Æneas,", "If none of them have Soul in ſuch a kind,", "We left them all at home: But we are Souldiers,", "And may that Souldier a meer Recreant prove,", "That means not, hath not, or is not in love;", "If then one is, or hath, or means to be,", "That one meets Hector, if none, Ile be he.", "Nef. Tell him of Neſtor, one that was a Man", "When Hector's Granſire ſuckt; he is old now,", "But if there be not in our Grecian mould,", "One Nobleman, that hath one ſpark of Fire", "To anſwer for his Love; tell him from me,", "Ile hide my Silver Beard in a Gold Beaver,", "And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,", "And meeting him, will tell him, that my Lady", "Was fairer than his Grandam, and as chaſte", "As may be in the world: his youth in flood,", "Ile pawn this truth with my three drops of Blood.", "Æne. Now Heavens forbid ſuch ſcarcity of youth", "Ulyſ. Amen.", "Aga. Fair Lord Æneas,", "Let me touch your hand:", "To our Pavillion ſhall I lead you firſt:", "Achilles ſhall have word of this intent,", "So ſhall each Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent;", "Your ſelf ſhall feaſt with us before you go,", "And find the welcome of a Noble Foe.", "Mament Ulyſſes and Neſtor.", "[Exequit.", "Ulyſ. Neſtor.", "Nef. What ſays Ulyſſes?", "Ulyſ. I have a young conception in my brain,", "Be you my time to bring it to ſome ſhape.", "Nef. What is't?", "Ulyſ. This 'tis:", "Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the ſeeded Pride", "That hath to this maturity blown up", "In rank Achilles, muſt or now be cropt,", "Or (fledding) breed a Nurſery of like evil", "To over-bulk us all.", "Neſt. Well, and how?", "Ulyſ. This challenge, that the gallant Hector ſends,", "However it is ſpread in general Name,", "Relates in purpofe only to Achilles.", "Nef. The purpofe is perſpicuons even as ſubſtance,", "Whoſe groſſneſs little Characters ſum up,", "And in the publication make no ſtrain,", "But that Achilles, were his brain as barren,", {"bbox": [714, 979,

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Pat. No more words, *Therfites*.

Ther. I will hold my peace when *Achilles Brooch* bids me, shall I?

*Achil*. There's for you, *Patroclus*.

Ther. I will fee you hang'd like Clotpole's, e're I come any more to your Tents, I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the Faction of fools.

[Exit.]

Pat. A good riddance.

*Achil*. Marry this, Sir, is proclaim'd through all our hoft, That Hector by the fifth hour of the Sun, Will with a Trumpet, 'twixt our Tents and Troy, To morrow morning call fome Knight to Arms, That hath a Stomach, and fuch a one that dare Maintain I know not what : 'tis trahl, Farewel.

*Ajax*. Farewel ? who shall anſwer him ?

*Achil*. I know not, 'tis put to Lott'ry : otherwife He knew his man.

*Aja*. O, meaning you, I will go learn more of it. [Exit.]

Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Helenus.

*P.i.* After ſo many hours, lives, ſpeeches ſpent, Thus once again ſays Neſtor from the Greeks, Deliver Helen, and all damage eſſe.

(As honour, loſs of time, travel, expence, Wounds, friends, and what eſſe dear, that is confuſd In not deſſegtion of this Cormorant War) Shall be ſtruck off. Hector, what ſay you to't?

*Hect*. Though no man leſſer fears the Greeks than I, As far as touches my particular : yet, dread Priam, There is no Lady of more ſofter bowels, More ſpungy to ſuck in the ſenſe of fear, More ready to cry out, Who knows what follows, Than Hector is : the wound of peace is ſureſt, Surety ſecure : but modeſt doubt is call'd The Beacon of the wife : the Tent that searches To'th' bottom of the worſt. Let Helen go. Since the firſt Sword was drawn about this Queſtion, Every Tithe Soul 'mongſt many thouſand diſmes, Hath been as dear as Helen, I mean of ours : If we have loſſ to many Tenths of ours To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us (Had it our name) the value of one Ten ; What merit's in that reaſon, which denies The yielding of her up ?

*Troi*. Fie, ſie, my Brother : Weigh you the worth and honour of a King (So great is our dread Father) in a Scale Of common Ounces? Will you with Counters ſum The paſt proportion of his Inſinite ? And buckle in a waſt, moſt tathomleſs, With ſpans and inches ſo diminutive, As fears and reaſons ? Fye for godly ſhame ?

*Hel*. No marvel, though you bite ſo ſharp at reaſons, You are empty of them, ſhould not our Father Bear the great ſway of his affairs with reaſons, Because your ſpeech hath none, that tells him ſo ?

*Troi*. You are for dreams and ſlumbers, Brother Prieft, You fur your Gloves with reaſon : here are your reaſons, You know an Enemy intends you harm : You know, a Sword imploy'd is perillous, And reaſon flies the object of all harm : Who marvels then, when *Helenus* beholds A Grecian and his Sword, if he do ſet The very wings of reaſon to his heels : Or like a Star diſorb'd. Nay, if we talk of reaſon, And flye like chidden *Mercury* from Jove, Let's flut our Gates and fleep : Manhood and Honour Should have hard hearts, would they but fat their thoughts With this cramm'd reaſon : reaſon and reſpect Makes lovers pale, and luſtichood dejeſt.

*Hect*. Brother, he is not worth,

What the doth coſt the holding.

*Troi*. What's ought, but as 'tis valu'd ?

*Hect*. But value dwells not in particular will,

It holds his eſtimate and dignity, As well wherein 'tis precious of it ſelf, As in the prizer : 'Tis made Idolatry, To make the Service greater than the God; And the will dotes, that is inclinable To what inſectioutly it ſelf affects, Without ſome image of th' affected merit.

*Troi*. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my Will ; My Will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded Pilots 'twixt the dangerous hoſes Of Will and Judgment. How may I avoid (Although my Will diſtaft what is elected) The Wife I choſe, there can be no eſvation To bleench from this, and to ſtand firm by honour.

We turn not back the Silks upon the Merchant, When we have ſpoil'd them ; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in unreſpective place, Because we now are full. It was thought meet, *Paris* ſhould do ſome vengeance on the Greeks; Your breath of full confent bellied his Sails, The Seas and Winds (old Wranglers) took a Truce, And did him ſervice ; he touch'd the Ports deſi'd And for an old Aunt, whom the Greeks held Captive, He brought a Grecian Queen, whoſe youth and ſtrauſhes Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes ſtale the morning.

Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our Aunt: Is ſhe worth keeping ? Why, ſhe is a Pearl, Whose Price hath launched above a thouſand Ships, And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants.

If you'l avouch, ?twas Widdom, *Paris* went, (As you muſt needs, for you all cry'd, Go, go:) If you'l confefs, he brought home Noble Prize, (As you muſt needs, for you all clapt your hands) And cry'd, ineſtimable ; why do you now The illue of your proper Widsoms rate, And do a deed that Fortune never did,

Begger the eſtimation, which you priz'd Richer than Sea and Land ? O Theft moſt baſe! That we have ſtollen what we do fear to keep. But Thieves, unworthy of a thing ſo ſtoſn, That in their Countrey did them that diſgrace, We fear to warrant in our Native place.

Enter Caffandra with her hair about her ears.

*Cref*. Cry, *Trojans*, cry.

*Priam*. What noife ? what ſhriek is this?

*Troi*. 'Tis our mad Sifter, I do know her voice.

*Caf*. Cry, *Trojans*.

*Hec*. It is Caffandra.

*Caf*. Cry, *Trojans*, cry ; lend me ten thouſand eyes, And I will fill them with Prophetick tears.

*Hec*. Peace, Sifter, peace.

*Caf*. Virgins and Boys; mid-age and wrinkled old, Soft infancy, that nothing can but cry, Add to my clamour : let us pay betimes A moiety of that maſs of moan to come.

Cry, *Trojans*, cry, præſtife your eyes with tears, *Troy* muſt not be, nor goody Ilion ſland, Our Fire-brand Brother *Paris* burns us all. Cry, *Trojans*, cry, a *Helen* and a woe ; Cry, cry, *Troy* burns, or eſſe let *Helen* go.

[Exit.]

*Hec*. Now, youthful *Troilus*, do not these high ſtrains Of Divination in our Sifter work Some touches of remorſe ? Or is your Blood So madly hot, that no diſcourſe of reaſon, Nor fear of bad Succesſs in a bad cauſe, Can qualifie the fame ?

*Troi*. Why Brother Hector, We may not think the juſtneſs of each act Such and no other than event doth form it; Nor once dejeſt the courage of our minds, Because Caffandra's mad, her brainſick raptures Cannot diſtaſt the goodneſs of a quarrel,

Which

fites is a Fool, and, as aforefaid, *Patroclus* is a Fool.

*Achil.* Derive this : come ?

*Ther.* *Agamemnon* is a Fool to offer to command *Achilles*, *Achilles* is a Fool to be commanded of *Agamemnon*, *Thersites* is a Fool to serve such a Fool: and *Patroclus* is a Fool positive.

*Patr.* Why am I a Fool ?

*Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Neftor, Diomedes, Ajax, and Chalcas.*

*Ther.* Make that demand to the Creator, it suffices me
thou art. Look you, who comes here ?

*Achil.* *Patroclus*, I'll speak with you no body: come in with me, *Thersites*.

[Exit.]

*Ther.* Here is such Patchery, such Jugling, and such Knavery: all the argument is a Cuckold and a Whore, a good quarrel to draw emulations Factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry Serpigo on the subject, and War and Lechery confound all.

*Agam.* Where is *Achilles*?

*Patr.* Within his Tent, but ill disposed, my Lord.

*Agam.* Let it be known to him that we are here.

He fent our Meffengers, and we lay by
Our appertailments, vifiting of him :
Let him be told of, left perchance he think
We dare not move the queſtion of our place,
Or know not what we are.

*Patr.* I shall so fay to him.

*Ulyſ.* We saw him at the opening of his Tent,
He is not fick.

*Aja.* Yes, Lion-fick, ſick of a proud heart: you may call it Melancholy if you will favour the Man, but by my head, 'tis pride; but why, why, let him ſhow us the caufe ?
A word, my Lord.

*Neſt.* What moves *Ajax* thus to bay at him ?

*Ulyſ.* *Achilles* hath inveigled his Fool from him.

*Neſt.* Who, *Thersites* ?

*Ulyſ.* He.

*Neſt.* Then will *Ajax* lack matter, if he have left his Argument.

*Ulyſ.* No, you fee he is his Argument, that has his Argument, *Achilles*.

*Neſt.* All the better, their fraction is more our with than their Faction; but it was a ftrong Counſel that a Fool could diſunite.

*Ulyſ.* The amity that Wiserom knits not, Folly may eafily untye.

*Enter Patroclus.*

Here comes *Patroclus*.

*Neſt.* No *Achilles* with him ?

*Ulyſ.* The Elephant hath joints, but none for courteſe;
His Legs are legs for neceſſity, not for flight.

*Patr.* *Achilles* bids me fay, he is much forry,
If any thing more than your ſport and pleafure,
Did move your Greatneſs, and this noble State,
To call upon him; he hopes it is no other,
But for your health, and your digeſtion-fake;
An after Dinners breath.

*Aga.* Hear you, *Patroclus* :

We are too well acquainted with these anſwers :
But his evaſion wing'd thus ſwift with ſcorn,
Cannot outſye our apprehenſions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reaſon,
Why we aſcribe it to him, yet all his virtues,
(Not virtuouſly of his own part beheld)
Do in our Eyes, begin to lobe their gloſs;
And like fair Fruit in an unwholſom diſh,
Are like to rot untaſtred; go and tell him,
We come to ſpeak with him, and you ſhall not ſin,
If you do ſay, we think him over-proud,
And under-honeſt: in ſelf-afſumption greater
Than in the note of judgment: and worthier than himſelf.
Here tends the favage ſtrangeneſs he puts on,
Difguife the holy ſtrength of their command :

And under write in an obſerving kind
His humorous predominance, yea, watch
His pettih lines, his ebbs, his flo ws, as if
The paſſage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add;
That if he over-hold his price ſo much,
We'll none of him; but let him, like an Engine
Not portable, lye under this report.

Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A ſtirring Dwarſ, we do allowance give,
Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him ſo.

*Patr.* I ſhall, and bring his anſwer preſently.

*Aga.* In ſecond voice we'll not be ſatisfied,
We come to ſpeak with him, *Ulyſſes*, enter you.

[Exit Ulyſſes.]

*Aja.* What is he more than another ?

*Aga.* No more than what he thinks he is.

*Aja.* Is he ſo much ? do you not think, he thinks him-
ſelf a better Man than I am?

*Aga.* No queſtion.

*Aga.* VVill you ſubſcribe his thought, and ſay, he is?

*Aga.* No, Noble *Ajax*, you are as ſtrong, as valiant, as
wife, no leſs noble, much more gentle, and altogether
more traſadable.

*Aja.* VVhy ſhould a Man be proud ? How doth Pride
grow ? I know not what it is.

*Aga.* Your mind is the clearer, *Ajax*, and your virtues
the fairer; he that is proud, eats up himſelf, Pride is his
own Glafs, his own Trumpet, his own Chronicle, and
what ever praifes it ſelf but in the deed, devours the deed
in the prairie.

*Enter Ulyſſes.*

*Aga.* I do hate a proud Man, as I hate the engendring
of Toads.

*Neſt.* Yet he loves himſelf : is't not ſtrange?

*Ulyſ.* *Achilles* will not to the field to morrow.

*Aga.* VVhat's his excufe ?

*Ulyſ.* He doth rely on none,
But carries on the ſtream of his diſpofe,
VWithout obſervance or refpect of any,
In will peculiar, and in ſelf-admiſſion.

*Aga.* VVhy, will he not upon our fair requeſt,
Untoit his perſon, and share the Ayr with us?

*Ulyſ.* Things ſmall as nothing, for requeſts ſake only
He makes important: poffeſt he is with greatneſs,
And ſpeaks not to himſelf, but with a pride
That quarrels at ſelf-breath. Imagin'd wrath
Holds in his blood ſuch ſwoln and hot diſcourſe,
That 'twixt his mental and his active parts,
Kingdom'd *Achilles* in commotion rages,
And batters 'gainſt it ſelf; what ſhould I ſay ?
He is ſo plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it
Cry no recovery.

*Aga.* Let *Ajax* go to him.
Dear Lord, go you and greet him in his Tent;
'Tis ſaid he holds you well, and will be led
At your requeſt a little from himſelf.
*Ulyſ.* O, *Agamemnon*, let it not be ſo.
VVe'll ſconſecrate the ſteps that *Ajax* makes,
VWhen they go from *Achilles*; ſhall the proud Lord,
That bafeſs his arrogance with his own ſtean,
And never ſuffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts, ſave ſuch as do revolve
And ruminate himſelf; Shall he be worſhipt,
Of that we hold an Idol, more than he ?
No, this thrice worthy, and right valiant Lord,
Muſt not ſto ſaul his Palm, nobly acquit'd,
Nor by my will aſſubjugate his Merit,
As amply titled, as *Achilles* is, by going to *Achilles*,
That were to enlard his fat already pride,
And add more Coles to Cancer, when he burns
With entertaining great *Hyperion*.
This Lord go to him ? *Jupiter* forbid,
And ſay in thunder, *Achilles* go to him.

*Neſt.*

["The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.", "243", "Neſt. O this is well, he rubs the vem of him.", "Dio. And how his silence drinks up his applause.", "Aja. I f望 to him, with my armed Fift, I'le path him\no're the Face.", "Aga. O no, you shall not go.", "Aja. And a be proud with me, I'le pheſe his Pride : let\nme go to him.", "Ovſ. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.", "Aja. A poultry infolent Fellow.", "Neſt. How he deſcribes himſelf.", "Aja. Can he not be ſociable ?", "Ovſ. The Raven chides blackneſs.", "Aja. I'le let his humours blood.", "Aga. He will be the Phylitian, that ſhould be the Patient.", "Aja. And all Men were a my mind.", "Ovſ. Wit would be out of ſaſhion.", "Aja. A ſhould not bear it ſo, a ſhould eat Swords. firſt : shall pride carry it ?", "Neſt. And 'twould, youll carry half.", "Ovſ. A would have ten ſhares.", "Aja. I will knead him, I'le make him ſupple, he's not\nyet through warm.", "Neſt. Force him with praeſes, pour in, pour in, his\nAmbition is dry.", "Ovſ. My Lord, you feed too much on this diſlike.", "Neſt. Our noble General, do not do ſo.", "Dio. You muſt prepare to fight without *Achilles*.", "Ovſ. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm.", "Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,", "I will be filent.", "Neſt. Wherefore ſhould you ſo ?", "He is not emulous, as *Achilles* is.", "Ovſ. Know the whole world, he is so valiant.", "Aja. A horzon Dog, that ſhall palter thus with us,\nwould hewe a *Trojan*.", "Neſt. What a vice were it in *Ajax* now—", "Ovſ. If he were proud.", "Dio. Or covetous of praeſe.", "Ovſ. I, or ſurly born.", "Dio. Or ſtrange, or ſel-affected.", "Ov. Thank the Heavens L. thou art of ſweet compoſure\nPraife him that got thee, ſhe that gave thee fuck :", "Fame be thy Tutor, and thy parts of Nature", "Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition ;", "But he that diſiplin'd thy arms to fight,", "Let Mars divide Eternity in twain,", "And give him half, and for thy vigor,", "Bull-bearing *Milo* his addition yield", "To ſinewy *Ajax* : I will not præſe thy wifdom", "Which, like a bourn, a pale, a ſhore, confines", "Thy ſpacious and dilated parts; here's Neſtor", "Infructible at the Antiquary times :", "He muſt, he is, he cannot but be wife.", "But pardon, Father Neſtor, were your days", "As green as *Ajax*, and your Brain ſo temper'd,", "You ſhould not have the eminence of him,", "But he as *Ajax*.", "Aja. Shall I call you Father ?", "Ovſ. I, my good Son.", "Dio. Be rul'd by him, Lord *Ajax*.", "Ovſ. There is no tarrying here, the Hart *Achilles*", "Keeps thicket : pleaſe it our General,", "To call together all this ſtate of war ;", "Fresh Kings are come to *Troy*; to morrow", "We muſt with all our main of power ſtand firſt :", "And here's a Lord (come Knights from Eaſt to Weſt,", "And cull their flower) *Ajax* ſhall cope the beſt.", "Aſ. Go we to Council, let *Achilles* ſleep ;", "Light Boats may fail ſwift, though greater bulks draw\ndeep. [Exeunt.]\n\n*Mufick ſounds within.*", "Enter Pandarus, and a Servant.", "Pan. Friend, you, pray you a word : Do not you fol-\nlow the young Lord *Paris* ?", "Ser. I, Sir, when he goes before me.", "Pan. You depend upon him, I mean ?", "Ser. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.", "Pan. You depend upon a Noble Gentleman : I muſt\nneeds præſe him.", "Ser. The Lord be præſed.", "Pan. You know me, do you not ?", "Ser. Faith, Sir, ſuperficially.", "Pan. Friend, know me better, I am the Lord *Pandarus*.", "Ser. I hope I ſhall know your Honour better.", "Pan. I do define it.", "Ser. You are in the ſtate of Grace ?", "Pan. Grace, not ſo. Friend, Honour and Lordship are\nmy Titles: What Mufick is this ?", "Ser. I do but partly know, Sir : it is Mufick in parts.", "Pan. Know you the Mufickans ?", "Ser. Wholly, Sir.", "Pan. Who play they to ?", "Ser. To the hearers, Sir.", "Pan. At whose pleafure, Friend ?", "Ser. At mine, Sir, and theirs that love Mufick.", "Pan. Command, I mean, Friend.", "Ser. Who ſhall I command, Sir ?", "Pan. Friend, we underſand not one another : I am too\ncourty, and thou art too cunning. At whose requeſt do\nthefe Men play ?", "Ser. That's to't indeed, Sir : *marry*, Sir, at the requeſt of *Paris*, my Lord, who's there in perſon; with him the mortal *Venus*, the heart blood of Beauty, loves invifible ſoul.", "Pan. Who ? my Couſin *Creffida*.", "Ser. No, Sir, *Helen*, could you not find out that by her\nattributes ?", "Pan. It ſhould ſeeſ, Fellow, that thou haſt not ſeen the\nLady *Creffida*. I come to ſppeak with *Paris* from the Prince\n*Troilus* : I will make a complemental affaſt upon him, for\nmy buſineſs teethes.", "Ser. Sodden buſineſs, there's a ſtew'd phraſe indeed,", "Enter Paris and Helena.", "Pan. Fair be to you, my Lord, and to all this fair com-\npany: fair deſires in all fair meaſure fairly guide them,\neſpecially to you, fair Queen, fair thoughts be your fair\npillow.", "Hel. Dear Lord, you are full of fair words.", "Pan. You ſpeak your fair præſure, ſweet Queen : fair\nPrince, here is good broken Mufick.", "Pan. You have broken it, Couſin : and by my life you\nſhall make it whole again, you ſhall piece it out with a\npiece of your performance. Nel, he is full of harmony.", "Pan. Truly, Lady, no.", "Hel. O, Sir.", "Pan. Rude in ſooth, in good ſooth very rude.", "Pan. Well ſaid, my Lord : well, you ſay ſo in ſits.", "Pan. I have buſineſs to my Lord, dear Queen : my Lord\nwill you vouchſaſe me a word ?", "Hel. Nay, this ſhall not hedge us out, we'll hear you\nſing certainly.", "Pan. Well, ſweet Queen, you are pleaſant with me ;\nbut, marry thus, my Lord, my dear Lord, and moſt eſtec-\nmed Friend, your Brother *Troilus*—", "Hel. My Lord *Pandarus*, hony-ſweet Lord.", "Pan. Go to, ſweet Queen, go to,", "Commends himſelf moſt affectionately to you.", "Hel. You ſhall not bob us out of our melody :", "If you do, our melancholy upon your head.", "Pan. ſweet Queen, ſweet Queen, that's a ſweet Queen", "I'faith—", "Hel. And to make a ſweet Lady ſad, is a ſower ſoffence.", "Pan. Nay, that ſhall not ſerve your turn, that ſhall it\nnot in truth la. Nay, I care not for ſ

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footing, than blind reason, flumbling without fear: to
fear the worth, oft cures the worfe.

Troi. O let my Lady apprehend no fear,

In all Cupid's Pageant there is prefented no Monſter.

Cref. Nor nothing monſtrons neither ?

Troi. Nothing, but their undertakings, when we woy
to weep Seas, live in Fire, eat Rocks, tame Tygers, think-
ing it harder for our Mifſefs to devife impofition enough,
than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is
the monſtroſity in love (Lady,) that the will is infinite,
and the execution confin'd; that the defire is boundleſs,
and the act a ſlave to limit.

Cref. They fay all Lovers ſwear more performance
than they are able, and yet reſerve an ability, that they
never perform vowing more than the perſection of ten;
and dilcharging leſs than the tenth part of one. They
that have the voice of Lions, and the act of Hares, are
they not Monſters ?

Troi. Are there ſuch ? ſuch are not we: Praife us as we are taſted, allow us as we prove: our head ſhall go bare, till merit crown it: no perſection in reverſon ſhall have a praife in preſent: we will not name defert before his birth, and being born, his addition ſhall be humble: few words to fair faith. Troilus ſhall be ſuch to Creffida, as what Eny can ſay worth, ſhall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can ſpeak trueſt, not truer than Troilus.

Cref. Will you walk in, my Lord ?

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blushing ſtill ? have you not done talking
et ?

Cref. Well, Uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to
you.

Pan. I thank you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of
you, you'll give him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch,
chide me for it.

Troi. You know now your Hoftages: your Unkle's
word and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred
though they be long asre they are wooed, they are con-
flant being won: they are Burs, I can tell you, they'l
ſlick where they are thrown.

Cref. Boldneſs comes to me now, and brings me heart:
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, for many
weary Months.

Troi. Why was my Creffida then ſo hard to win ?

Cref. Hard to ſeem won: but I was won, my Lord,
With the firſt glance that ever: pardon me,
If I conſeſs much, you will play the Tyrant:
I love you now, but not till now ſo much

My thoughts were like unbridled Children, grown
Too head-ſtrong for their Mother: fee we Fools,
Why have I blab'd ? who ſhall be true to us,
When we are ſo unſecret to our ſelves?
But though I lov'd you well, I wooed you not,
And yet good faith I wiſht my ſelf a Man:

Or that the Women had mens privilege
Of ſpeaking firſt. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I ſhall ſurely ſpeak

The thing I ſhall repent: fee, fee your ſilence
Coming in dumbneſs, from my weakneſs draws
My Soul of Counſel from me. Stop my mouth.

Troi. And ſhall, albeit ſweet Mufick illues thence.

Pan. Pretty, I'faith.

Cref. My Lord, I do beſeech you pardon me,
I was not my purpofe thusto beg a kifſ:

I am aſham'd; O Heavens, what have I done !
For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.

Troi. Your leave, ſweet Creffida?

Pan. Leave! and you take leave till to morrow mor-
ning.

Cref. Pray you, content you.

Troi. What offends you, Lady ?

Cref. Sir, mine own company.

Troi. You cannot flun your ſelf.

Cref. Let me go and try:

I have a kind of ſelf refides with you:

But an unkind ſelf, that it ſelf will leave,

To be an others Fool. Where is my Wit ?

I would be gone: I ſpeak I know not what.

Troi. Well know they what they ſpeak, that ſpeak ſo
wifely.

Cref. Perchance, my Lord, I ſhew more craft than love.
And fell ſo roundly to a large Conſeſſion,

To angle for your thoughts: but you are wife,

Or eſſe you love not: for to be wife and love,

Exceeds man might, that dwells with Gods above.

Troi. O that I then thought it could be in a woman;
And if it can, I will preſume in you,

To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,

To keep her conſtancy in plight and youth,

Out-living beauties outward, with a mind

That doth renew ſwifter than blood decays:

Or that perſwafion could but thus convince me,

That my integrity and truth to you,

Might be affronted with the match and weight

Of ſuch a winnowed purity in love :

How were I then up-lifted ! but alas,

I am as true, as truth's simplicity,

And ſimpler than the infancy of truth.

Cref. In that I'le war with you.

Troi. O vertuous fight,

When right with right wars, who should be moſt right ?
True Swains in love, ſhall in the world to come

Approve their truths by Troilus, when their Rhimes,

Full of proteſt, of oath, and big compare,

Want ſimiles: truth tir'd with iteration,

As true as Steel, as plantage to the Moon,

As Sun to day, as Turtle to her mate,

As Iron to Adamant, as Earth to th' Center:

Yet after all comparions of truth,

(As truths Authentick author to be cited)

As true as Troilus, ſhall crown up the verſe,

And ſandſtifie the numbers.

Cref. Prophet may you be :

If I be falſe, or ſwerve a hair from truth,

When time is old and hath forgot it ſelf,

When water-drops have worn the ſlones of Troy,

And blind oblivion ſwallow'd Cities up,

And mighty States characterleſs are grated

To duſely nothing; yet let memory,

From falſe to falſe, among falſe. Maids in love,

Upbraid my falſehood, when they'ave faſed as falſe,

As Air, as Water, as Wind, as ſandy Earth ;

As Fox to Lamb ; as Wolf to Heifers Calf ;

Pard to the Hind, or Stepdame to her Son ;

Yea, let them ſay, to ſlick the heart of falſehood,

As falſe as Creffid.

Pand. Go to, a bargain made: ſeel it, ſeel it, I'le be,
the wittneſs, here I hold your hand: here, my Conſins,
if ever you prove falſe to one another, ſince I have taken
fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers
between be call'd to the worlds end after my name: call
them all Panders; let all conſtant men be Troiluſſes, all
falſe Women Creffida's, and all brokers between, Panders ;
ſay, Amen.

Troi. Amen.

Cref. Amen.

Pand. Amen.

Whereupon I will ſhew you a Chamber, which Bed, be-
cauſe it ſhall not ſpeak of your pretty encounters, preſs it
to death: away.

And Cupid grant all Tongue-ty'd Maidens here,
Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to provide this geer.

[Exeunt,

Yy 3

Entey

Enter Ulysses, Diomedes, Neftor, Agamemnon, Menelaus, and Calcas.

Cal. Now, Princes, for the service I have done you,
Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud,
To call for recompence: appear it to your mind,
That through the fight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon'd Troy, left my poſſedion,
Incurred a Traytors name, expos'd my ſelf,
From certain and poſſed conveniencies,
To doubtful Fortunes, ſequeſtring from me all
That Time, Acquaintance, Cuſtom, and Condition,
Made tame, and moſt familiar to my nature :
And here to do you ſervice am become
As new into the World, ſtrange, unacquainted.
I do beſeeth you, as in way of taſte,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of thofe many regiſtred in promife,
Which you ſay live to come in my behalf.

Aga. What would'ſt thou of us, Trojan ? make demand ?

Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Anthenor,
Yefterday took : Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you (often have you, thanks therefore)
Deſir'd my Creffid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath ſtill deni'd: but this Anthenor,
I know is ſuch a wreſt in their affairs,
That their negotiations all muſt ſlack,
Wanting his manage: and they will almoſt
Give us a Prince o' th' blood, a Son of Priam,
In change of him. Let him be ſent, great Princes,
And he ſhall buy my Daughter : and her prefence
Shall quite ſtrike off all ſervice I have done,
In moſt accepted pain.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Creſſid hither : Calcas shall have
What he requeſts of us : good Diomede,
Furniſh you fairly for this enterchange ;
With all, bring word, if Hečtor will to morrow
Be anſwer'd in his Challenge. Ajax is ready.

Dio. This ſhall I undertake, and 'tis a burthen
Which I am proud to bear.

[Exit.

Enter Achilles, and Patroclus in their Tent.

Vlyſ. Achilles ſtands i' th' entrance of his Tent;
Pleafe it our General to paſſ ſtrangely by him,
As if he were forgot: and Princes all,
Lay negligent and looſe regard upon him;
I will come laſt, 'tis like he'll queſtion me,
Why ſuch unplaſuſive Eyes are bent? why turn'd on him?
If ſo, I have deciſion medicinable,
To uſe between your ſtrangenefs and his pride,
Which his own will ſhall have deſire to drink ;
It may do good, Pride hath no other glaſs
To ſhew it ſelf, but Pride : for ſupple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud mans fees.

Agam. We'el execute your purpofe, and put on
A form of ſtrangenefs as we paſſ along,
So do each Lord, and either greet him not,
Or eſſe diſainfully, which ſhall ſhake him more,
Than if not look't on, I will lead the way.

Achil. What, comes the General to ſpeak with me ?

You know my mind. I'le fight no more ? gainſt Troy.

Aga. What ſays Achilles, would he ought with us ?

Neſt. Would you, my Lord, ought with the General ?

Achil. No.

Neſt. Nothing, my Lord.

Aga. The better.

Achil. Good day, good day.

Men. How do you ? how do you ?

Achil. What does the Cuckold ſcorn me ?

Ajax. How now, Patroclus ?

Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.

Ajax. Ha.

Achil. Good morrow.

Ajax. I, and Good next day too.

[Exemena]

Achil. What mean theſe Fellows ? know they not A
chilles ?

Patr. They paſſ ſtrangely : they were us'd to bend,
To ſend their ſmiles before them to Achilles :
To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep to holy Altars.

Achil. What am I poor of late ?

'Tis certain, Greatneſs once fal'n out with Fortune,
Muſt fall out with Men too : what the declin'd is,
He ſhall as ſoon read in the Eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall : for Men like Butter-flies,
Shew not their mealy wings, but to the Summer ;
And not a Man, for being ſimple Man,
Hath any Honour, but Honour'd by thofe Honours
That are without him ; as Place, Rich's, Favour,
Prizes of accident, as oſt as merit :

Which when they fall (as being ſlippery ſlanders)
The love that lean'd on them as ſlippery too,
Doth one pluck down another, and together
Dye in the fall : But 'tis not ſo with me,
Fortune and I are Friends, I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did poſſeſs,
Save theſe men's looks, who do methinks find out
Something not worth in me ſuch rich beholding,
As they have often given. Here is Vlyſſes :
I'le interrupt his reading : How now, Vlyſſes ?

Vlyſ. Now, great Iheſis Son.

Achil. What are you reading ?

Vlyſ. A ſtrange Fellow here

Writes me, that man, how clearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without, or in,
Cannot make boaſt to have that which he hath :
Nor feels not what he ows, but by reflection,
As when his virtues ſhining upon others,
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the firſt giver.

Achil. This is not ſtrange, Vlyſſes ?

The beauty that is born here in the Face,
The bearer knows nor, but commends it ſelf,
Not going from it ſelf, but eye to eye oppos'd,
Salute each other, with each others form.
For ſpeculation turns not to it ſelf,
Till it hath travel'd and is married there
Where it may fee it ſelf; this is not ſtrange at all.

Vlyſ. I do not ſtrain it at the Poſition,
It is familiar; but at the Authors drift,
Who in his circumſtance, expreſly proves
That no man is the Lord of any thing,
(Though in and of him there is much conſifting.)
Till he communicate his parts to others :
Nor doth he of himſelf know them for ought,
Till he behold them formed in th' ſapplaſe,
Where they're extended : who like an arch reverb'rates
The voice again, or like a gate of Steel,
Fronting the Sun, receives and renders back
His Figure, and his Heat. I was much rapt in this,
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax.

Heavens, what a man is there ? a very Horſe,
That has he knows not what Nature, what things there are
Moſt abject in regard, and dear in uſe :
What things again moſt dear in the eſſeem,
And poor in worth : now ſhall we fee to morrow,
And act that very chance doth throw upon him ?
Ajax renown'd ! O Heavens, what ſome men do,
While ſome men leave to do !

How ſome men creep in skilſtih ſortunes Hall,
V Vhiles others play the Idiots in her eyes :
How one man eats into an others Pride,
V Vhile Pride is feasting in his wantonneſs

To fee theſe Grecian Lords; why, even already,

Theu

["The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.", "247", "They clap the lubber *Ajax* on the shoulder,\nAs if his foot were on brave *Hełtor*'s breast,\nAnd great *Troy* shrinking,", "*Achil.* I do believe it,", "For they paſt by me, as Mifers do by Beggars,\nNeither gave to me good word, nor good look :", "What, are my deeds forgot ?", "*Ulyſ.* Time hath (my Lord) a wallet at his back,\nWherein he puts alms for oblivion :", "A great-fiz'd Monſter of ingratitudes:\nThoſe foraps are good deeds paſt,", "Which are devour'd as faſt as they are made,\nForgot as foon as done: perſeverance, dear my Lord,", "Keeps Honour bright: to have done, is to hang", "Quite out of ſaſhion, like a rauſy Male,", "In monumental mock'ry: take the inſtant way,\nFor Honour travels in a Streight ſo narrow,", "Where one but goes abreast, keep then the path,", "For Emulation hath a thouſand Sons,", "That one by one purſue; if you give way", "Or hedge aſide from the direct fourth-right,", "Like to an entred Tide, they all rufh by,", "And leave you himdoff,", "Or like a gallant Horſe fal'n in firſt rank,", "Lye there for pavement to the abjeſt, near", "O're-run and trampled on: then what they do in prefent,", "Though leſs than yours in paſt, muſt o'retop yours:", "For time is like a ſaſhionable Hoſſ,", "That flightly ſhakes his parting Gueſt by th' hand;", "And with his arms out-lſtretch'd, as he would ſlye,", "Graſps in the comer: the welcome ever ſmiles,", "And farewels goes out ſhining: O let not virtue keeſ", "Remuneration for the thing it was: for Beauty, Wit,", "fligh-birth, vigour of Bone, deſert in Service,", "Love, Friendhſhip, Charity, are ſubjeſts all", "To envious and calumniating time:", "One touch of nature makes the whole World kin;", "That all with one conſent praſe new-born gauds,", "Though they are made and moulded of things paſt,", "And go to duſt, that is a little gilt,", "More laud in gilt o're-duſted.", "The prefent Eye praſes the prefent objeſt.", "Then marvel not, thou great and compleat Man,", "That all the Greekſs begin to worſhip *Ajax*;", "Since things in motion 'gin to catch the Eye,", "What than not flirs, the cry went out on thee,", "And fill it might, and yet it may again,", "If thou would't not entomb thy ſelf alive,", "And cafe thy reputation in thy Tent;", "Whole glorious deeds, but in theſe fields of late,", "Made emulous miſions ?mongſt the Gods themſelves,", "And drave great *Mars* to Faſtion.", "*Achil.* Of this my privacy,\nI have ſtrong reaſons.", "*Ulyſ.* But ?gainſt your privacy,\nThe reaſons are more potenti and heroical :", "'Tis known, *Achilles*, that you are in love", "V with one of *Priam*'s Daughters.", "*Achil.* Ha ? known?", "*Ulyſ.* Is that a wonder ?", "The providence that's in a watchful State,", "Knows almoſt every grain of *Pluto's* Gold 5", "Finds bottom in th' uncompreſſenfive deeps", "Keeps place with thought; and, almoſt like the Gods,", "Does thoughts unveil in their dumb Cradles:", "There is a Myſtery (with whom relation", "Dureſt never meddle) in the foul of ſtate;", "Which hath an operation more divine,", "Than Breath or Pen can give expreſſure to :", "All the commerce that you have had with *Troy*,", "As perſectly is ours, as yours, my Lord.", "And better would it fit *Achilles* much,", "To throw down *Hełtor* than *Polyxena*,", "But it muſt grieve young *Pyrbus* now at home,", "There is a Myſtery (with whom relation", "Dureſt never meddle) in the foul of ſtate;", "Which hath an operation more divine,", "Than Breath or Pen can give expreſſure to :", "All the commerce that you have had with *Troy*,", "As perſectly is ours, as yours, my Lord.", "And better would it fit *Achilles* much,", "To throw down *Hełtor* than *Polyxena*,", "But it muſt grieve young *Pyrbus* now at home,", "When Fame ſhall in her Ìland found her Trump;", "And all the Greekſh Girles ſhall tripping ſing,", "Great *Hełtor*'s Sitter did *Achilles* win;", "But our Great *Ajax* bravely beat down him.", "Farewell, my Lord : I, as your Lover, ſpeak ;", "The Fool ſlides o're the Ice that you ſhould break.", "*Patr.* To this effect, *Achilles*, have I mov'd you;", "A woman impudent and mannif'd grown,", "Is not more loath'd, than an effeminate man,", "In time of action: I ſtand condemn'd for this;", "They think my little ſtomach to the war,", "And your great love to me, reſtrains you thus:", "Sweet, rouſe your ſelf: and the weak wanton *Cupid*", "Shall from your neck unleoſe his amorous ſold,", "And like a dew-drop from the Lions mane,", "Be ſhook to airy air.", "*Achil.* Shall *Ajax* fight with *Hełtor*?", "*Patr.* I, and perhaps receive much Honour by him.", "*Achil.* I fee my Reputation is at ſtake,", "My Fame is ſhrewdly gored.", "*Patr.* O then beware:", "Thoſe wounds heal ill, that men do give themſelves:", "Omification to do what is neceſſary,", "Seals a Comſion to a blank of danger,", "And danger, like an Ague, ſubtly taints", "Even then when, we fit idly in the ſun.", "*Achil.* Go call *Therſites* hither, ſwect *Patroclus*,", "I'le ſend the Fool to *Ajax*, and deſire him", "*Ther.* I' invite the *Trojan* Lords after the Combat", "To fee us here unarm'd: I have a Womans longing,", "An appetite that I am ſick withall,", "To fee great *Hełtor* in the weeds of peace.", "*Enter Therſites.*", "To talk with him, and to behold his ſivage,", "Even to my full of view. A labour ſav'd.", "*Ther.* A wonder.", "*Achil.* What?", "*Ther.* *Ajax* goes up and down the Field, asking for himſelf.", "*Achil.* How ſo ?", "*Ther.* He muſt fight ſingly to morrow with *Hełtor*, and is ſo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in ſaying nothing.", "*Achil.* How can that be ?", "*Ther.* Why, he ſtalks up and down like a Peacock, a\nſtride and a ſtand: ruminates, like an Hofteſs, that hath no\nArithmetique, but her Brain to ſet down her reckoning:\nbites his lip with a politique regard, as who ſhould ſay,\nthere were wit in his head, and ?twoud out; and ſo there\nis, but it lies as coldly in him, as Fire in a Flint, which\nwill not ſhow without knocking. The man's undone for\never, for if *Hełtor* break not his Neck ?th? Combat, hec'l\nbreak't himſelf in vain-glory. He knows not me: I ſaid

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Ther. Huh.
Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon,
Ther. Agamemnon?
Patr. I, my Lord.
Ther. Ha?
Patr. What say you to't.
Ther. God b'you, with all my Heart.
Ther. Your anfwer, Sir.
Ther. If to morrow be a fair day, by eleven a Clock it
will go one way or other; howfoever, he shall pay for me
ere he has me.

Patr. Your anfwer, Sir.

Ther. Fare you well with all my heart.

Achil. Why? but he is not in this tune, is he?

They' No, but he's out a tune thus: what Mufick will he
be in when Hestor has knockt out his brains, I know not:
but I am sure none, unleſs the Fidler Apollo get his Sinews
to make Catlings on.

Achil. Come, thou ſhalt bear a Letter to him ſtraight.

Ther. Let me carry another to his Horſe; for that's the
more capable creature.

Achil. My mind is troubled like a Fountain ſtirr'd,

And I my ſelf fee not the bottom of it.

Ther. Would the Fountain of your mind were clear
again, that I might water an Aſ at it: I had rather be a
Tick in a Sheep, than ſuch a valiant ignorance.

Enter at one Door Æneas with a Torch, at another Paris,
Deiphobus, Anthenor, Diomede the Grecian, with Torches.

Patr. See ho, who is that there?

Deip. It is the Lord Æneas.

Aene. Is the Prince there in perſon ?

Had I ſo good occafion to lie long

As you Prince Paris, nothing but Heavenly buſineſs,

Should rob my Bed-mate of my company.

Dion. That's my mind too: good morrow, Lord Æneas,

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas, take his Hand,
Witneſs the proceſs of your ſpeech within;
You told how Diomede, in a whole week by days
Did haunt you in a Field.

Aene. Health to you, valiant Sir,

During all queſtion of the gentle Truce :

But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance,

As heart can think, or courage execute.

Dion. The one and other Diomede embraces,
Our Bloods are now in calm; and ſo long health:
But when contention, and occafion meet,
By Jove, Ple play the Hunter for thy life,
With all my Force, Pursuit, and Policy.

Aene. And thou ſhalt hunt a Lion that will ſlie
With his Face backward, in humane gentlenefs:
Welcome to Troy; now by Anchises life,
Welcome indeed: by Venus hand I ſwear,
No Man alive can love in ſuch a ſort,
The thing he means to kill, more excellently.

Dion. We sympathize. Jove let Æneas live
(If to my Sword his fate be not the glory)

A thouſand compleat courſes of the Sun:

But in mine emulous Honour let him die,

With every joynt a wound, and that to morrow.

Aene. We know each other well.

Dio. We do, and long to know each other worſe.

Par. This is the moſt deſpightful? It gentle greeting;
The nobleft hateſul love, that e're I heard of.

What buſineſs, Lord, ſo early?

Aene. I was ſent for to the King; but why, I know not.

Par. His purpofe meets you; it was to bring this Greek
To Calebas' houſe: and there to render him,

For the enfreed Anthenor, the fair Creſſid:

Lets have your company; or if you pleafe,

Hafte there before us, I conſantly do think

(Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge)

My Brother Troilus lodges there to Night.

Rouſe him, and give him note of our approach;
With the whole quality, whereof I fear
We ſhall be much unwelcome.

Aene. That I aſſure you:

Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece,
Than Creſſid born from Troy.

Par. There is no help:
The bitter diſpoſition of the time will have it so.
On, Lord, wee'l follow you.

Aene. Good morrow all.

[Exit Æneas.

Par. And tell me, Noble Diomede: faith, tell me true,
Even in the Soul of found good fellow ſhips,
Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen moſt be?

My ſelf, or Menelaus?

Dion. Both alike.

He merits well to have her, that doth ſee her,

Not making any ſcruple of her ſoylure,

With ſuch a Hell of pain, and world of charge.

And you as well to keep her that defend her,

Not palating the taſt of her diſhonour,

With ſuch a coſtly loſs of wealth and friends;

He, like a puling Cockold, would drink up

The Lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;

You like a letch er, out of whom Loins,

Are pleas'd to breed out your Inheritors:

Both merits poiz'd, each weighs no leſs nor more,
But he as he, which heavier for a W hore.

Par. You are too bitter to your Country-woman.

Dio. She's bitter to her Countrie: hear me, Lain,

For every false drop in her baudy. Veins

A Grecians life hath funk: for every ſcruple.

Of her contaminated Carrion weight,

A Trojan bath been ſlain. Since the cold speak,
She hath not given ſo many good words breath,

As for her Greeks and Trojans ſuſſed death.

Par. Fair Diomede, you do as Chapmen do,

Difſpraise the thing that you defire to buy:

But we in ſilence hold this virtue well:

We'll not commend, what we intend to ſell.

Here lies our way.

[Exit.]

Enter Troilus and Creſſida.

Troi. Dear, trouble not your ſelf: the morn is cold.

Cref. Then, sweet my Lord, Ple call my Uncle down:

He ſhall unbolt the Gates.

Troi. Trouble him not:

To Bed, to Bed: ſleep kill thate pretty Eyes,

And give as ſoft attachment to thy Sences,

As Infants empty of all thought.

Cref. Good morrow then.

Troi. I prithee now to Bed.

Cref. Are you a weary of me?

Troi. O Creſſida ! but that the buſy day

Wak'd by the Lark, has rouz'd the Ribald Crows,

And dreaming Night will hide our Eyes no longer:

I would not from thee.

Cref. Night hath been too brief.

(flays)

Troi. Behalf the Witch! with venenos weights life

As hideouſly as Hell; but flies the graſps of love,

With wings more momentary, ſwifter than thought:

You will catch cold and curſe me.

Cref. Prithee tarry, you men will never tarry;

O ſoofiſh Creſſida, I might have ſtill held off,

And then you would have tarried. Heark there's one up.

Pan. within. What's all the doors open here?

Troi. It is your Uncle.

[Enter Pandarus.

Cref. A Perſtence on him: now will he be moſting:
I ſhall have ſuch a life.

Pan. How now, how now? how go Maiden-heads?

Hear, you Maid: where's my Cousin Creſſid?

Cref. Go hang your ſelf, you naughty moſking Uncle:

You bring me to do— and then you flout me too.

Pan. To do what? to do what? let her ſay, what:

What have I brought you to do?

Cref.

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Cref. Come, come, beſhrew your heart: you'l ne're be good, nor ſuffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha: alas poor wretch : a poor Chipochia, haſt not flept to night ? would he not (a naughty man) let it sleep: a bug-bear take him.

[One knocks.]

Cref. Did not I tell you ? would he were knock'd ? pith head. Who's that at door ? good Uncle, go and fee.

My Lord, come you again into my Chamber : You finite and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.

Troi. Ha, ha.

Cref. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no ſuch thing. How earneſtly they knock: pray you come in. [Knock]
I would not for half Troy have you ſeen here. [Exeunt.]

Pan. Who's there ? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door ? How now, what's the matter ?

Æne. Good morrow Lord, good morrow.

Pan. Who's there, my Lord Æneas ? by my troth I knew you not : what news with you fo early ?

Æne. Is not Prince Troilus here ?

Pan. Here ? what ſhould he do here ?

Æne. Come, he is here, my Lord, do not deny him : It doth import him much to ſpeak with me.

Pan. Is he here fay ? 'tis more than I know, Plebe ſworn : For my own part, I came in late ; what ſhould he do here ?

Æne. Who, nay then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong, e're y' are ware : you'll be ſo true to him, to be faſt to him : Do not you know of him, but yet go ſetch him hither, go.

Enter Troilus.

Troi. How now, what's the matter ?

Æne. My Lord, I ſcarce have leisure to ſalute you, My matter is ſo rafh : there is at hand,

Paris your Brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomedes, and our Anthenor Deliver'd to us, and for him forthwith, E're the firſt Sacrifice, within this hour,

We muſt give up to Diomedes hand

The Lady Creſſida.

Troi. Is it concluded fo ?

Æne. By Priam, and the general State of Troy,
They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Troi. How many atchievements moſſe me ?

I will go meet them : and my Lord Æneas, We met by chance, you did not find me here,

Æne. Good, my Lord, the ſecrets of nature Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Pandarus and Creſſid.

Pan. Is't poffible ? no ſooner got but loſt : the Devil take Anthenor ; the young Prince will go mad : a plague upon Anthenor ; I would they had broke's neck.

Cref. How now ? what's the matter ? who was here ?

Pan. Ah, ah !

Cref. Why ſigh you ſo profoundly ? where's my Lord ? gone ? tell me, ſweet Uncle, what's the matter ?

Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above.

Cref. O the Gods ! what's the matter ?

Pan. Prithee get thee in : would thou hadſt ne're been born ; I knew thou would'ſt be his death. O poor Gentleman : a plague upon Anthenor.

Cref. Good Uncle, I beſeech you, on my knees, I beſeech you, what's the matter ?

Pan. Thou muſt be gone, wench, thou muſt be gone ; thou art chang'd for Anthenor : thou muſt to thy Father, and be gone from Troilus : 'twill be his death : 'twill be his bane, he cannot bear it.

Cref. O you immortal Gods ! I will not go.

Pan. Thou muſt.

Cref. I will not, Uncle : I have forgot my Father. I know no touch of confanguinity.

No Kin, no Love, no Blood, no Soul ſo near me,

As the sweet Troilus : O you Gods divine !

Make Creſſid's name the very crown of falſhood,

If ever the leave Troilus: time, and death,
Do to this body what extremity you can ;
But the ſtrong Bafe and building of my love
Is as the very Centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I will go in, and weep.
Pan. Do, do.

Cref. Tear my bright Hair, and ſcratch my praſed
cheeks,

Crack my clear voice with ſobs, and break my heart
With founding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exit.]

Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Anthenor,
and Diomedes.

Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefixt
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek.

Comes faſt upon : good my Brother Troilus,
Tell you the Lady what ſhe is to do,
And haſteth her to the purpofe.

Troi. Walk into her houſe : I'le bring her to the Grecian prefentely : And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an Altar, and thy Brother Troilus
A Priſet, there offering to it his heart.

Par. I know, what 'tis to love,

And would, as I ſhall pity, I could help.

Please you walk in, my Lords.

[Enter Pandarus and Creſſid.]

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.

Cref. Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine, full perfect that I haſt, And no leſs in a ſene as ſtrong, as that

Which cauſeth it. How can I mod'rate it ? If I could temporife with my affection,

Or brew it to a weak and colder palat,
The like allayment could I give my grief :
My love admits do qualifying croſs.

Enter Troilus.

No more my grief, in ſuch a precious loſs.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes, a ſweet Duck.

Cref. O Troilus, Troilus.

Pan. What a pair of ſpectacles is here ? I et me embrace too : oh Heart, as the goodly faying is ; O Heart, heavy Heart, why fitſeſt thou without breaking ? where he anſwers again ; becauſe thou canſt not caſe thy ſmart by friendſhip, nor by ſpeaking : there was never a truer time ; let us caſt away nothing, for we may live to have need of ſuch a Verſe ; we fee it, we fee it : how now, Lambs ?

Cref. Creſſid, I love thee in ſo ſtrange a purity; That the bleſt Gods, as angry with my ſancy,
More bright in zeal, than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their Deities, take thee from me.

Cref. Have the Gods envy ?

Pan. I, I, I, I, 'tis too plain a caſe.

Cref. And is it true, that I muſt go from Troy ?

Troi. A harmful truth.

Cref. What, and from Troilus too ?

Troi. From Troy, and Troilus.

Cref. Is't poffible ?

Troi. And suddenly, where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, juſtles roughly by

All time of paſſe : rudely beguiles our lips

Of all rejoïndure : forcibly prevents

Our lock'd embraſures, ſtrangles our dear vows,
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.

We two, that with ſo many thouſand ſighs
Did buy each other, muſt poorly ſell our ſelves,
With the rude brevity and diſcharge of one ;
Injurious time, now with a Robbers haſe

Crams his rich Theevery up, he knows not how.
As many farewels as be ſtars in Heaven,

With diſtinct breath, and confign'd kiffes to them,
He fumbles up in a loose adieu :

And ſcants us with a ſingle famiſht kifſ,

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Dittating with the Salt of broken tears.

Enter Æneas.

Æneas within. My Lord, is the Lady ready?

Troi. Hark, you are call'd: some say the Genius so
Cries, come, to him that instantly muft die.
Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.

Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or
my Heart will be blown up by the Root.

Cref. I muft then to the Grecians?

Troi. No remedy,

Cref. A woful Creffid 'mongft the merry Greeks.

Troi. When shall we fee again?

Hear me, my Love: be thou but true of Heart.

Cref. I true? how now? what wicked deem is this?

Troi. Nay, we muft ufe expofulation kindly,

For it is parting from us:

I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee :

For I will throw my Glove to death himself

That there's no maculation in thy Heart;

But be thou true, fay I, to fashion in

My frequent Proteftation : be thou true,

And I will fee thee.

Cref. O you shall be expos'd, my Lord, to dangers

As infinite, as imminent: but Ile be true.

Troi. And I'le grow friend with danger ;

Wear this Sleeve.

Cref. And you this Glove.

When shall I fee you?

Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels.

To give thee nightly viſitation :

But yet be true,

Cref. O Heavens, be true again ?

Troi. Hear why I speak it, Love:

The Grecian youths are full of quality,

Their loving well compos'd, with gift of Nature,

Flowing and ſwelling o're with Arts and exercife;

How novelties may move, and parts with perſon,

Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,

Which I beſeeth you call a vertuous ſin,

Makes me afraid.

Cref. O Heavens, you love me not!

Troi. Dye I a villain then :

In this I do not call your Faith in queſtion

So mainly as my merit: I cannot ſing,

Nor heel the high Lavolt ; not ſweeten talk ;

Nor play at ſubtle games ; fair Virtues all :

To which the Grecians are moſt prompt and pregnant:

But I can tell that in each grace of theſe,

There lurks a ſtill and dumb-discourſive devil,

That tempts moſt cunningly : but be not tempted.

Cref. Do not think, I will.

Troi. No, but ſome thing may be done that we will not:

And fometimes we are Devils to our ſelves,

When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,

Prefuming on their changeſul potencie.

Æneas within. Nay, good my Lord.

Troi. Come kifs, and let us part.

Paris within. Brother Troilus.

Troi. Good Brother, come you hither,

And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you.

Cref. My Lord, will you be true ?

Troi. Who I? alas it is my vice, my fault :

While others Fifth with craft for great Opinion,

I, with great truth, catch meer ſimplicity;

Whil't ſome with cunning gild their Copper Crowns,

With truth and plainneſs I do wear mine bare.

Enter the Greeks.

Fear not my truth; the moral of my Wit
Is plain and true, there's all the reach of it.

Welcome, Sir Diomede, here is the Lady
Which for Anthenor we deliver you.

At the Port (Lord) I'le give her to thy hand,
And by the way poſſes thee what ſhe is.

Entreat her fair; and by my Soul, fair Greek,

If I'ere thou ſtand at mercy of my Sword,
Name Creffid, and thy life ſhall be as ſtate
As Priam is in Ilion.

Diom. Fair Lady Creffid,

So pleafe you, fave the thanks this Prince expeſts:

The luſte in your Eye, Heaven in your cheek,

Pleads your fair ſuſage, and to Diomede

You ſhall be Miftrels, and command him wholly.

Troi. Grecian, thou doſt not uſe me courteouſly:
To ſhame the Seal of my Petition towards,
I pralſuer her. I tell thee, Lord of Greece,
She is as far high-ſoaring o're thy praifes,
As thou unworthy to be call'd her Servant:
I charge thee uſe her well, even for my charge:

For by the dreadful Pluto, if thou doſt not,
(Though the great bulk Achilles be thy Guard)
I'le cut thy Throat.

Diom. Oh be not mov'd, Prince Troilus;
Let me be privileg'd by my place and meſage,
To be a ſpeaker free: when I am hence,
I'le anſwer to my luſt : and know, my Lord,
I'le nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She ſhall be priz'd: but that you ſay, be't so,
I'le speak in my Spirit and honour, no.

Troi. Come to the Port. I'le tell thee, Diomede,
This Brave ſhall oft make thee to hide thy Head;
Lady, give me your hand, and as we walk,
To our own ſelves bend we our neeſtful talk.

[Sound Trumpet.]

Par. Hark, Heſtor's Trumpet.

Æne. How have we ſpent this morning ?
The Prince muſt think me tardy and remis,
That ſwove to ride before him in the Field.

Par. 'Tis Troilus fault: come, come, to Field within.

[Exeunt.]

Dio. Let us make ready ſtreight.

Æne. Yea, with a Bridegroom's fresh alacrity
Let us addreſſe to tend on Heſtor's heels:

The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
On his fair worth, and ſingle Chivalry.

Enter Ajax armed, Achilles, Patroclus, Agamemnon, Melaelas, Ulyſes, Neſtor, Calcas, &c.

Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating time. With starting courage,
Give with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appauled-Air
May pierce the head of the great Combatant,
And hale him hither.

Aja. Thou Trumpet, there's my Purſe;
Now crack thy Lungs, and ſplit thy Braſen Pipe:
Blow villain, till thy Iſpered Bias Cheek
Out-fwell the Cholick of puſt Aquilon:
Come, ſtretch thy cheſt, and let thy Eyes ſpout Blood:
Thou blowelt for Heſtor.

Ulyſſ. No Trumpet anſwers.

Achil. 'Tis but early days.

Enter Diomede and Creffid.

Aga. Is't not young Diomede with Calcas ?
Ulyſ. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his Gate,
He riles on the Toe: that Spirit of his
In aſpiration lifts him from the Earth.

Aga. Is this the Lady Creffid?

Dio. Even ſhe.

Aga. Moſt dearly welcome to the Greeks, ſweet
Lady.

Neſtor. Our General doth ſalute you with a Kifs.

Ulyſ. Yet is your kindneſs but particular; 'twere better
the ſwere kift in general.

Neſt. And very courtly counſel : I'le begin. So much
for Neſtor.

Achil. I'le take that Winter from your Lips: fair Ladies,
Achilles bids you welcome.

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Patroclus, let us Feaſt him to the height.

Paſr. Here comes *Therſites*.

Enter *Therſites*.

Achil. How now, thou core of Envy ?

Thou crafty batch of Nature, what's the news?

Ther. Why, thou Picture of what thou seem'st, and Idol of Idiot-worshippers, here's a Letter for thee.

Achil. From whence, Fragment?

Ther. Why, thou full diſh of Fool, from Troy.

Paſr. Who keeps the Tent now ?

Ther. The Surgeon's Box, or the Patient's Wound.

Paſr. Well faſd, Adverſity, and what need these ſtricks?

Ther. Prithee be filent, Boy, I profit not by thy talk,
thou art thought to be *Achilles'* male Varlet.

Paſr. Male Varlet, you Rogue ? What's that ?

Ther. Why, his maſculine Whore. Now the rotten diſeas of the South, Guts-griping, Ruptures, Catarrhs, LOADS OF gravel ? Pith' backs, Lethargies, cold Palfries, and the like, take and take again, ſuch prepoſterous diſcoveries.

Paſr. Why, thou damnable box of Envy, thou, what mean'st thou to Curſe thus ?

Ther. Do I Curſe thee ?

Paſr. Why no, you ruinous Butt, you whorſon indi-
tinguible Cur.

Ther. No ? Why art thou then exaſperate, thou idle immaterial skein of ſleyd Silk; thou green Sarcenet flap for a fore Eye, thou toſett of a Prodiſals Purſe, thou ? Ah, how the poor World is peſtred with ſuch water-flies, di-
minutives of Nature.

Paſr. Out gall.

Ther. Finch Egg.

Achil. My ſweet *Patroclus*, I am th'twarted quite from my great purpofe in to morrows battel:
Here is a Letter from Queen *Hecuba*,

A Token from her daughter, my fair Love,
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep
An Oath that I have ſworn. I will not break it,
Fall Greek, fail Fame, Honour, or go, or ſlay,
My major Vow lies here; this Ile obey :
Come, come, *Therſites*, help to trim my Tent,
This night in banqueting muſt all be ſpent.

Away, *Patroclus*.

[Exit.]

Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, theſe two may run mad : but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, Ple a Curer of Mad-men. Here's *Agamemnon*, an honeft Fellow enough, and one that loves Quails, but he has not ſo much Brain as Ear-wax; and the good transformation of *Jupiter* there his Brother, the Bull, the primitive Statue, and oblique memorial of Cuc-kolds, a thrifty ſhooing-horn in a chain, hanging at his Brothers Leg; to what form, but that he is, ſhould wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? to an Aſs were nothing, he is both Aſs and Ox; to an Ox were nothing, he is both Ox and Aſs; to be a Dogg, a Mule, a Cat, a Fitchew, a Toad, a Lizard, an Owl, a Puttock, or a Herring without a Roe, I would not care: but to be *Menelaus*, I would confpire against Deſtiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not *Ther-ſites*: for I care not to be the Lowſe of a Lazar, ſo I were not *Menelaus*. Hoy-day, Spirits and Fires.

Enter Heſtor, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulyſſes, Neſtor, Dio-
mede, with Lights.

Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.

Aja. No, yonder 'tis, there where we fee the Light.

Heſt. I trouble you.

Ajax. No, not a whit.

Enter *Achilles*.

Ulyſ. Here comes himſelf to guide you.

Achil. Welcome brave *Heſtor*, welcome Princes all.

Azam. So, now fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night,
Ajax commands the Guard to tend on you.

Ajas commands the Guard to tend on you.

Heſt. Thanks, and good night to the *Greek's* General,

Men. Good night, my Lord.

Heſt. Good night, sweet Lord *Menelaus*.

Ther. Sweet draught: I weſt quoth a ? weſt Sink,
weſt Sure.

Achil. Good night, and welcom, both at once, to thofe that go, or tarry.

Aga. Good night.

Achil. Old Neſtor tarries, and you too, *Diomede*,
Keep Heſtor company an hour or two.

Ther. I cannot, Lord, I have important buſineſſs.

The tide whereof is now; Good night, great Heſtor.

Heſt. Give me your hand.

Ulyſ. Follow his Torch, he goes to *Calebas*' Tent,
Ile keep you company.

Tros. Sweet Sir, you honour me.

Heſt. And so Good night.

Achil. Come, come, enter my Tent.

[Exeunt.]

Ther. That fame *Diomedes*'s a falſe-hearted Rogue, a moſt unjuſt Knave; I will no more truſt him when he leers, than I will a Serpent when he hiles: He will ſpend his mouth and promife, like Brabler the Hound; but when he per-forms, Aſtronomers foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come ſome change: The Sun borrows of the Moon, when *Diomede* keeps his word. I will rather leave to ſee Heſtor, than not to dog him: they ſay, he keeps a *Trojan* Drab, and uſes the Traytor *Calebas* his Tent. Ile after—Nothing but Lechery ? All incontinent Varlets.

[Exeunt.]

Enter *Diomede*.

Dio. What are you up here, ho ? Ipeak.

Chal. Who calls ?

Dio. *Diomede*, *Calebas*, I think, where's your Daughter ?

Chal. She comes to you.

Enter *Troilus*, and Ulyſſes.

Ulyſ. Stand where the Torch may not diſcover us.

Enter *Creffid*.

Troi. Creſſid come forth to him.

Dio. How now, my charge ?

Cref. Now my sweet Guardian: hark, a word with you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar ?

Ulyſ. She will ſing any man at firſt fight.

Ther. And any man may find her, if he can take her life: ſhe's noted.

Dio. Will you remember ?

Cref. Remember ? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troi. What ſhould ſhe remember ?

Ulyſ. Lift.

Cref. Sweet honey, *Greek*, tempt me no more to folly.

Ther. Roguery.

Dio. Nay, then.

Cref. Ple tell you what.

Dio. Fo, fo, come tell a pin, you are a forſworn—

Cref. In Faith I cannot: what would you have me do?

Ther. A juggling trick, to be ſecretly open.

Dio. What did you ſwear you would beſtow on me ?

Cref. I prethee do not hold me to mine Oath ;

Bid me do any thing but that, weſt *Greek*.

Dio. Good night.

Troi. Hold, Patience.

Ulyſ. How now, *Trojan* ?

Cref. *Diomede*.

Dio. No, no, good night: Ile be your Fool no more.

Troi. Thy better muſt.

Cref. Hark, one word in your Ear.

Troi. O Plague and Madneſſ!

Ulyſ. You are mov'd, Prince, let us depart, I pray you,

Left your diſpleasure ſhould enlarge it ſelf

To wrathful terms : this place is dangerous ;

The time right deadly : I beſeeth you go.

Troi. Behold, I pray you.

Ulyſ. Nay, good my Lord go off :

You flow to great diſtraſſion: come, my Lord.

Z z.

Troi.

["The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.", "255", "That Sleeve is mine, that he'l bear in his Helm ;\nWere it a Cask compos'd by Vulcan's skill,\nMy Sword should bite it: Not the dreadful fount,\nWhich Ship-men do the Hurricano call,\nConstring'd in mafs by the Almighty Fenn,\nShall dizzy with more clamour Neptun's ear\nIn his deſcent, than ſhall my prompted Sword\nFalling on Diomede.", "Ther. He'l tickle it for my Concupy.", "Troi. O, Creſſid ! O false Creſſid ! falſe, falſe, falſe :\nLet all untruts ſtand by thy ſtained name,\nAnd they' ſ seem glorious.", "Oſyf. O contain your ſelf :\nYour Pauſon draws ears hither.", "Enter Æneas.", "Æne. I have been fecking you this hour, my Lord:\nHæſor by this is arming him in Troy.", "Ajas, your Guard, ſtays to conduct you home.", "Troi. Have with you, Prince: my courteous Lord, adieu\nFarewell, revolted fair: and, Diomede,\nStand falſb, and wear a Caſtle on thy head.", "Oſyf. I ple bring you to the Gates,", "Troi. Accept diftraſted thanks.", "[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses.", "Ther. Would I could meet that Rogue Diomede, I\nwould croak like a Raven : I would bode, I would bode :\nPatroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of\nthis Whore: the Parrot will not do more for an Almond,\nthan he for a commodious drab: Lechery, Lechery, ſtill\nwars and Lechery, nothing else holds ſaſhion. A burning\nDevil take them.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Hæſtor, and Andromache.", "And. When was my Lord so much ungently temper'd,\nTo ſtop his Ears againſt admoniſhment ?\nUnarm, unarm, and do not fight to day.", "Hæſt. You train me to offend you: get you gone.", "By the everlaſting Gods, I'le go.", "And. My Dreams will ſure prove ominous to the day.", "Hæſt. No more, I ſay.", "Enter Caffandra.", "Caf. Where is my Brother Hæſtor ?", "And. Here Sifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent;", "Confort with me in loud and dear Petition :", "Purſue we him on knees: for I have dreamt\nOf bloody turbulence; and this whole night", "Hath nothing been but ſhapes, and forms of ſlaughter.", "Caf. O, 'tis true.", "Hæſt. Ho ? bid my Trumpet found.", "Caf. No notes of ſally, for the Heavens, ſweet Brother.", "Hæſt. Be gone, I ſay: the Gods have heard me ſwear.", "Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and preeſiſh Vows ;", "They are polluted Offerings, more abhor'd\nThan spotted Livers in the Sacrifice.", "And. O be perfuſed, do not count it holy,", "To hurt by being juſt; it is as lawful :", "For we would count give much to as violent thefts,", "And rob in the behalf of Charity.", "Caf. It is the purpofe that makes ſtrong the Vow ;", "But Vows to every purpofe muſt not hold :", "Unarm, ſweet Hæſtor.", "Hæſt. Hold you ſtill, I ſay,", "Mine Honour keeps the weather of my Fate :", "Life every man holds dear, but the dear man", "Holds Honour far more precious-dear than life.", "Enter Troilus.", "How now, young man ? mean'ſt thou to fight to day ?", "And. Caffandra, call my Father to perfuſade.", "[Exit Caffandra.", "Hæſt. No Faith, young Troilus; doſſ thy harneſs, Youth :\nI am to day 'pth' vein of Chivalry :", "Let grow thy Sinews-till their knots be ſtrong,", "And tempt not yet the brusheſs of the war.", "Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave Boy,\nPle ſand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.", "Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you;\nWhich better ſits a Lion, than a Man.", "Hæſt. What vice is that ? good Troilus chide me for it,", "Troi. When many times the Captive Crecian falls,\nEven in the fan and wind of your fair Sword,", "You bid them rife, and live.", "Hæſt. O, 'tis fair play.", "Troi. Fools play, by Heaven, Hæſtor.", "Hæſt. How now ? how now ?", "Troi. For th' love of all the Gods,\nLet's leave the Hermit pity with our Mothers ;", "And when we have our Armors buckled on,", "The venom'd vengeance ride upon our Swords,", "Spur them to rueſul work, rein them from ruth,", "Hæſt. Fie, Savage, ſie.", "Troi. Hæſtor, then 'tis wars.", "Hæſt. Troilus, I would not have you fight to day,", "Troi. Who ſhould with-hold me?", "Not Fate, Obedience, nor the hand of Mars,", "Beckning with ſiery Truncheon my retire;", "Not Priamus, and Hecuba on knees ;", "Their Eyes o're-galled with recourse of Tears ;", "Nor you, my Brother, with your true Sword drawn,", "Oppos'd to hinder me, should I ſtop my way ;", "But by my ruin.", "Enter Priam and Caffandra.", "Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him ſaſt :", "He is thy Crutch ; now if thou loſe thy ſay,", "Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,", "Fall all together.", "Priam, Come, Hæſtor, come, go back :", "Thy Wife hath dreamt, thy Mother hath viſions,", "Caffandra doth foreſee ; and I my ſelf,", "Am like a Prophet suddenly enprat,", "To tell thee that this day is Ominous :", "Therefore come back.", "Hæſt. Æneas is a ſfield,", "And I do ſtand engag'd to many Greeks,", "Even in the faith of valour to appear", "This morning to them,", "Priam, I, but thou flalt not go.", "Hæſt. I muſt not break my Faith :", "You know me dutiful, therefore, dear Sir,", "Let me not ſhame respect; but give me leave", "To take that courſe by your conſent and voice,", "Which you do here forbid me, Royal Priam,", "Caf. O, Priam, yield not to him.", "And. Do not, dear Father.", "Hæſt. Andromache, I am offended with you :", "Upon the love you bear me, get you in.", "[Exit Andromache.", "Troi. This fooliſh, dreaming, ſuperſitious Girl,\nMakes all theſe bodements.", "Caf. O farewelt, dear Hæſtor :", "Look how thou dieſt; look how thy Eye turns pale ;", "Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents;", "Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out ;", "How poor Andromache ſhrils her dolour forth ;", "Behold diſtraſtion, frenzy, and amazement,", "Like witleſs Anticks, one another meet,", "And all cry, Hæſtor, Hæſtor's dead: O Hæſtor !", "Troi. Away.", "Caf. Farewel: yet, ſoft: Hæſtor, I take my leave ;", "Thou do'ſt thy ſelf, and all our Troy deceive.", "Exit,", "Hæſt. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaim :", "Go in and cheer the Town, we'll forth and fight :", "Do deeds of

["The Tragedy of Troilus and Creffida.", "257", "Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I lay ;\nI wreak not, though thou end my Life to day.\n[Exit.\nEnter one in Armour.", "[Exit.]", "Hełł. Stand, fland, thou Greek,", "Thou art a goodly Mark :", "No? wilt thou not? I like thy Armour well,", "I'le fruit it, and unlock the Rivets all,", "But I'le be Mafter of it: wilt thou not, beaſt, abide ?", "Why then fly on, I'le hunt thee for thy Hide.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Achilles with Myrmidons:", "Achil. Come here about me, you my *Myrmidons*:", "Mark what I lay ; attend me where I wheel ;", "Strike not a ftoak, but keep your felves in breath ;", "And when I have the bloody *Hełtor* found,", "Empale him with your weapons round about :", "In felleſt manner execute your Arms,", "Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding Eye ;", "It is decreed, *Hełtor* the great muſt die.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Therſites, Menelaus, and Paris.", "Ther. The Cuckold, and the Cuckold-maker are at it: now Bull, now Dog, 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double he'n'd ſparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the Bull has the game: 'ware Horns, ho.", "[Exit] Paris, and Menelaus.", "Enter Baſtard.", "Baſt. Turn, Slave, and fight.", "Ther. What at art thou ?", "Baſt. A-Baſtard Son of Priam's.", "Ther. I am a Baſtard too, I love Baſtards, I am a Baſtard begot, Baſtard inuſtrued, Baſtard in mind, Baſtard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: One Bear will not bite another, and wherefore ſhouſt one Baſtard ? Take heed, the quarrel's moſt ominous to us: If the Son of a Whore fight for a VV hore, he tempts Judgment: farewel, Baſtard.", "Baſt. The Devil take the Coward.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter *Hełtor*.", "Hełł. Moſt putrified Core ſo fair without :", "Thy goodly Armour thus hawth colt thy Life.", "Now is my days work done; I'le take good breath :", "Reſt Sword, thou haſt thy fill of Blood and Death.", "Enter *Achilles*, and his *Myrmidons*.", "Achil. Look, *Hełtor*, how the Sun begins to fet ;", "How ugly Night comes breathing at his heels,", "Even with the veil and darking of the Sun.", "To cloſe the day up, *Hełtor*'s Life is done.", "Hełł. I am unarm'd, forgo this vantage, *Greece*.", "Achil. Strike, Fellows, ſtrike, this is the Man I ſeeſ.", "So, Ilium, fall thou now, Troy, ſink down :", "Here lies thy Heart, thy Sinews, and thy Bone.", "On, *Myrmidons*, cry you all amain,", "Achilles hath the mighty *Hełtor* flain.", "[Retreat.]", "Hark, a Retreat upon our *Grecian* part.", "Gree. The *Trojan* Trumpets founds the like, my Lord.", "Achil. The dragon wing of Night, o're ſpreads the Earth.", "And, Stickler-like, the Armies ſeparates ;", "My half ſupt Sword, that frankly would have ſed,", "Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.", "Come, tye his Body to my Horſes Tail :", "Along the Field, I will the *Trojan* trail.", "[Exeunt.]", "Sound Retreat.", "[Shout.]", "Enter *Agamemnon*, *Ajax*, *Menelaus*, *Neſtor*, *Diomedea*,\n*and the reſt marching*.", "Aga. Hark, hark, what ſhout is that ?", "Neſt. Peace Drums.", "Sold. *Achilles*, *Achilles*, *Hełtor*'s flain, *Achilles*.", "Dio. The bruit is, *Hełtor* flain, and by *Achilles*.", "Aga. If it be ſo, yet bragleſs let it be :", "Great *Hełtor* was a man as good as he.", "Aga. March patiently along; let one be ſent", "To pray *Achilles* fee us at out Teut.", "If in his death the Gods have us befriended,", "Great *Troy* is ours, and our ſharp Wars are ended.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter ſEneas, Paris, Anthenor and Deiphobus.", "Ane. Stand ho, yet are we Maſters of the Field,\nNever go home ; here ſtarve we out the night.", "Enter Troilus.", "Troi. *Hełtor* is flain.", "All. *Hełtor* ? the Gods forbid.", "Troi. He's dead: and at the Murtherers Horſes tail,\nIn beaſtly ſort, dragg'd through the ſhameful Field,", "Frown on, you Heavens, effect your rage with ſpeed :", "Sit Gods upon your Throns, and ſmile at *Troy*.", "I lay at once, let your brief Plagues be mercry,", "And linger not our ſure deſtructions on.", "Ane. My Lord, you do diſcomfort all the Hoſt.", "Troi. You understand me not, that tell me ſo :", "I do not ſpeak of flight, of fear, of death,", "But dare all imminence, that Gods and Men", "Addreſs their dangers in. *Hełtor* is gone :", "Who ſhall tell *Priam* ſo ? or *Heccuba* ?", "Let him that will a ſchrech-oul ay be call'd,", "Go in to *Troy*, and ſay there, *Hełtor*'s dead :", "There is a word will *Priam* turn to ſone ;", "Make wells, and *Niob's* of the Maids and Wives ;", "Cool ſtatures of the youth ; and in a word,", "Scare *Troy* out of ſelf. But march away,", "*Hełtor* is dead: there is no more to ſay.", "Stay yet: you vile abominable Tents,", "Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian Plains :", "Let *Titan* fire, as early as he dare,", "I'le through, and through you, and thou great fix'd coward,", "No ſpace of Earth ſhould ſunder our two hates,", "I'le haunt thee, like a wicked Conſcience ſtill,", "That mouldeth Goblins ſwift, as frenſies thoughts.", "Strike a free march to *Troy*, with comfort go :", "Hope of revenge, ſhall hide our inward woe.", "Enter Pandarus.", "Pand. But hear you ? hear you ?", "Troi. Hence brothel, lacky, ignominy and ſhame", "Purſue thy Life, and live aye with thy name.", "Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine aking bones: oh world,\nworld, world ! thus is the poor Agent deſpis'd: Oh Trai-\ntors, and Bawds ; how earneſtly are you fet a work, and\nhow ill requited ? why should our endeavour be ſo de-\nfir'd, and the performance ſo loath'd ? What Verſe for\nit ? what Inſtance for it ? let me fee,", "Full merrily, the Humble Bee doth ſing,", "Till he hath left his honey, and his ſting ;", "And being once ſubdu'd in armed tail,", "Sweet Honey, and ſweet Notes together fail.", "Good Traders in the Fleſh, fet this in your painted cloaths,", "As many as be here of *Pandars* Hall,", "Your Eyes half out, weep out at *Pandar's* Fall,", "Or if you cannot weep, yet give ſome groans ;", {"bbox": [466, 1151, 767, 1171], "category": "

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "I'le hear it, Sir: yet you muft not think,\nTo fobb off our difgrace with a tale:\nBut and't pleafe you deliver.", "Men. There was a time, when all the bodies Members\nRebell'd againſt the Belly; thus accus'd it;\nThat only like a Gulf it did remain", "I' th' mid'-ft o'th' Body, idle and unaſtive,", "Still cubbarding the Viand, never bearing", "Like labour with the reſt, where th' other Inſtruments", "Did fee, and hear, devife, inſtruſc, walk, feel,", "And mutually participate, did minifter", "Unto the Appetite, and affection common", "Of the whole Body, the Belly anſwer'd", "2 Cit. Well, Sir, what anſwer made the Belly.", "Men. Sir, I ſhall tell you with a kind of ſmile,\nWhich ne'er came from the Lungs, but even-thus :", "For look you, I may make the Belly ſmile,", "As well as ſpeak; it tauntingly reply'd", "To th' diſcontented Members, the mutinous parts", "That envied his receit : even ſo moſt fitly,", "As you malign our Senators, for that", "They are not ſuch as you.", "2 Cit. Your Bellies anſwer : What", "The Kingly Crown'd head, the vigilant Eye,", "The Counſeller Heart, the Arm our Souldier,", "Our Steed the Leg, the Tongue our Trumpeter ;", "With other Muninents and petty helps", "In this our Fabrick, if that they—", "Men. What then ? For me, this fellow ſpeaks.", "What then ? What then ?", "2 Cit. Should by the Cormorant Belly be reſtrain'd,", "Who is the ſink o'th' body.", "Men. Well, what then ?", "2 Cit. The former Agents, if they did complain,", "What could the Bellies anſwer ?", "Men. I will tell you,", "If you'l beſtow a ſmall (of what you have little)", "Patience a while; you'l hear the Bellies anſwer.", "2 Cit. Yare long about it.", "Men. Note me this, good friend ;", "Your moſt grave Belly was deliberate,", "Not ralſh like his Accuſers, and thus anſWER ſ;", "True is it, my incorporate Friends (quoth he)", "I receive the general Food at first", "Which you do live upon : and fit it is,", "Becauſe I am the Store-house, and the Shop", "Of the whole body. But if you do remember,", "I ſend it through the Rivers of your Blood", "Even to the Court, th' Heart, to th' ſeat o'th' Brain,", "And through the Cranks and Offices of Man,", "The ſtrongest Nerves, and ſmall inferior Veins", "From me receive that natural competency", "Whereby they live. And though that all at once,", "(You, my good Friends, this ſays the Belly) mark me.", "2 Cit. I, Sir, well, well.", "Men. Though all at once, cannot", "See what I do deliver out to each,", "Yet I can make my Audit up, that all", "From me do back receive the flowr of all,", "And leave me but the Bran. What ſay you to't ?", "2 Cit. It was an anſwer, how apply you this ?", "Men. The Senators of Rome, are this good Belly,", "And you, the mutinous Members : For examine", "Their Counſels, and their Care; diſeſt things rightly,", "Touching the Weal o'th' Common, you ſhall find", "No publick benefit which you receive,", "But it proceeds, or comes from you to, you,", "And no way from your ſelves. What do you think ?", "You, the great Toe of this Affembly ?", "2 Cit. I the great Toe ? Why the great Toe ?", "Men. For that being one o'th' loweſt, bafeſt, pooreſt\nOf this moſt wife Rebell ion, thou goeſt formoft :", "Thou Raſcal, that art worſt in Blood to run,", "Lead'ſt firſt to win ſome vantage.", "But make you ready your stiff Bats and Clubs,\nRome; and her Rats, are at the point of Battel;\nThe one ſide muſt have Bail.", "Enter Caius Martius.", "Hayl, Noble Martius.", "Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diſſenſious Rogues?\nThat rubbing the poor itch of your Opinion,", "Make your ſelves Scabs.", "2 Cit. We have ever your good word.", "Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter\nBeneath abhorring. What would you have, you Curs,\nThat like not Peace, nor War ? The one affrights you,\nThe other makes you proud. He that truſts to you,", "Where he ſhould find you Lions, finds you Hares :", "Where Foxes, Geefe you are: No ſurer, no,", "Than is the coal of Fire upon the Ice,", "Or Hailſtone in the Sun. Your Virtue is,", "To make him worthy, whoſe offence ſubdues him;", "And curſe that Juſtice did it. Who deſerves Greatneſs,", "Deſerves your Hafe: and your Affections are", "A ſick mans Appetite; who deſires moſt that", "Which would encreaſe his evil. He that depends", "Upon your favours, ſwims with finns of Lead,", "And hews down Oaks with rufhes. Hang ye: truſt ye?", "With every Minute you do change a Mind,", "And call him Noble, that was now your Hafe :", "Him vile, that was your Garland. What's the matter,\nThat in theſe ſeveral places of the City,", "You cry againit the Noble Senate, who", "(Under the Gods) keep you in awe, which eſſe", "Would feed on one another ? What's their feefing ?", "Men. For Corn at their own rates, whereof they ſay,", "The City is well ſtort'd.", "Mar. Hang 'em: They ſay,", "They'l fit by th' Fire, and preſume to know", "What's done i' th' Capitol: Who's like to rife,", "Who thrives, and who declines: Side Factions, and give out", "Conjectural Marriages, making parties ſtrong,", "And ſeefling ſuch as ſtand not in their likings,", "Below their cobled Shoes. They ſay, there's Grain enough,", "Would the Nobility lay aſide their Ruth,", "And let me ſne my Sword, I'd make a Quarry", "With thouſands of theſe quarter'd Slaves, as high", "As I could pick my Lance:", "Men. Nay, theſe are almoſt throughly perſuaded :\nFor though abundantly they lack diſcretion,", "Yet are they palling cowardly. But, I beſeeth you,", "What ſays the other Troop?", "Mar. They are diſſolv'd: Hang 'em ;", "They ſaid they were an hungry, ſigh'd forth Proverbs,", "That Hunger broke Stone walls: that Dogs muſt eat,", "That Meat was made for Mouths. That the Gods ſent not", "Corn for the Rich men only: With the ſeſt ſhredes", "They vented their Complainings, which being anſwer'd,", "And a Petition granted them, a ſtrange one,", "To break the heart of generofity,", "And make bold power look pale, they threw their Caps", "As they would hang them on the horns o'th' Moon,", "Shooting their Emulation.", "Men. What is granted them ?", {"bbox": [466,

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Our muſt superfluity. See our beſt Elders.

Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lucius, with other Senators.

1 Sen. Martius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us,
The Volſeies are in Arms.
Mar. They have a Leader,
Tullus Aufidius that will put you to't:
I fin in envying his Nobility:
And were I any thing but what I am,
I could with me only, he.

Com. You have fought together?

Mar. Were half to half the World by th' ears, and he
Upon my party, I'de revolt to make
Onely my Wars with him. He is a Lion
That I am proud to hunt.

1 Sen. Then worthy Matrius,

Attend upon Cominius to thefe Wars.

Com. It is your former promife.

Mar. Sir, it is,

And I am conſtant: Titus Lucius, thou
Shalt fee me once more ſtrike at Tullus's Face.
What art thou ſtiff? Stand! ſt out?

Tit. No, Caius Martius,

Ple lean upon one Crutch, and fight with t'other;
E're ſtay behind this buſineſs.

Men. Oh true-bred.

Sen. Your company to'th' Capitol, where I know
Our greatest Friends attend us.

Tit. Lead you on: Follow Cominius, we must follow
you, right worthy your Prioritie.

Com. Noble Martius.

Sen. Hence to your homes, be gone.

Mar. Nay, let them follow,

The Volſeies have much Corn: take theſe Rats thither
To gnaw their Garners. Worſhipful Mutiners,

Your valour puts well forth: Pray, follow.

[Exeunt.]

[Citizens ſteal away. Mament Sicin. and Brutus.
Sicin. Was ever man so proud, as is this Martius?

Bru. He has no eqnal.

Sic. When we were choſen Tribunes for the People—

Bru. Mark'd you his Lip and Eyes.

Sic. Nay, but his taunts.

Bru. Being mov'd, he will not ſpare to gird the Gods.

Sic. Be-mock the modeſt Moon.

Bru. The prefent Wars devour him, he is grown

Too proud to be ſo valiant.

Sicin. Such a Nature, tickled with good ſucceſs, diſ-
dains the ſhadow which he treads on at noon, but I do
wonder, his Inſolence can brook to be commanded under
Cominius?

Bru. Fame, at the which he aymſ,

In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd than by

A place below the firſt: for what miſcarries
Shall be the General's ſanſt, though he perform
To th' utmoſt of a man, and giddy ſenſure

Will then cry out of Martius: Oh, if he
Had born the buſineſs.

Sic. Befides, if things go well,

Opinion, that ſo ſticks on Martius, ſhall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.

Bru. Come: half all Cominius's Honours are to Martius,
Though Martius earn'd them not: and all his faults

To Martius ſhall be Honours, though indeed
In ought he merit not.

Sic. Let's hence, and hear

How the diſpatch is made, and in what ſaſhion,
More than his fingularity, he goes

Upon this preſent Action.

Bru. Let's along.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Coriolus.

1 Sen. So, your Opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are entred in our Counſels,
And know how we proceed.

Auf. Is it not yours?

Whatever hath been thought on in this State,
That could be brought to bodily act, e're Rome
Had circumvention? 'tis not four Days gone
Since I heard thence, theſe are the words, I think
I have the Letter here, yes, here it is;

They have preſt a power, but it is not known
Whether for Eaſt or Weſt: the Dearth is great,
The People Mutinous: And it is rumour'd

Cominius, Martius your old Enemy,
(Who is of Rome worſe hated than of you)
And Titus Lucius, a moſt valiant Roman,
Theſe three lead on this Preparation
Whither 'tis bent: moſt likely, 'tis for you:
Confider of it.

1 Sen. Our Army's in the Field :

We never yet made doubt, but Rome was ready
To anſwer us.

Auf. Nor did you think it ſolly,
To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when
They needs muſh ſhemes ſelv'es, which in the hatching
It ſeem'd appear'd to Rome. By the diſcovery,
We ſhall be ſhortn'd in our aim, which was
To take in many Towns, e're (almoſt) Rome
Should know we are a-foot.

2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,

Take your Commiſſion, hie you to your Bands,
Let us alone to guard Coriolus :

If they ſet down before's, for the remove
Bring up your Army: But (I think) you'l find
Th' have not prepa'r'd for us.

Auf. O, doubt not that,

I speak from certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their Power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your Honours.

If we, and Caius Martius chance to meet,
'Tis ſworn between us, we ſhall ever ſtrike,
'Till one can do no more.

All. The Gods affiſt you.

Auf. And keep your Honours ſafe.

1 Sen. Farewell.

2 Sen. Farewell.

All. Farewell.

[Exeunt comers.

Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, Mother and Wife to Martius:
They ſet them down on two low Stools, and Sen.

Volu. I pray you, Daughter, ſing, or expręſs your ſelf
in a more comfortable ſort: If my Son were my Huf-
band, I would freelier rejoyce in that abſence wherein
he won Honour, than in the embracements of his Bed,
where he ſhould ſhew moſt love. When yet he was but
tender-bodied, and the only Son of my Womb; when
Youth with Comlineſs pluſk'd all gaze his way: when
for a Day of Kings entreaties, a Mother ſhould not ſell
him an hour from her beholding, I considering how Ho-
nour would become ſuch a Perſon, that it was no better
than Picture-like to hang by th' wall, if Renown made it
not ſtril, was pleas'd to let him leek Danger, where he
was like to find Fame: 'To a cruel War I ſent him, from
whence he return'd, his Brows bound with Oak. I tell
thee, Daughter, I sprang no more in joy at firſt hearing
he was a Man-child, than now in firſt ſeeing he had pro-
ved himſelf a Man.

Virg. But had he died in the buſineſs, Madam, how
then?

Volum. Then his good Report ſhould have been my
Son, I therein would have found ilſue. Heare me pro-
fels

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feſs fincereſly, had I a dozen Sons each in my love alike,
and none ſeſs dear than thine, and my good Martius,
I had rather had eleven dye Nobly for their Countrey, than
one voluプtrouſly ſurſeit out of Action.

Enter a Gentlewoman.

Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to viſit you.

Virg. Befeech you, give me leave to retire my ſelf.

Volium. Indeed, you laſt not:

Methinks, I hear hither your Husband's Drum:
See him pluck Anſidius down by tl? Hair:

(As Children from a Bear) the Volſeies ſhunning him;
Methinks I fee him ſtamp thus, and call thus,
Come on, ye Cowards, you were got in fear
Though you were born in Rome; his bloody brow,
With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes
Like to a Harveſt-man, what's task'd to mow,
Or all, or loſe his hire.

Virg. His bloody Brow? Oh, Jupiter, no Blood.

Volium. Away, you Fool; it more becomes a Man
Than gilt his Trophy. The breſt of Hecuba
When he did fuckle Hecitor, look'd not lovelier
Than Hecitor's Forehead, when it ſpit forth Blood
At Grecian Swords contending: tell Valeria
We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Exit Gent.

Virg. Heavens bleſs my Lord from ſell Anſidius.

Vol. He'll beat Anſidius's Head below his Knee,
And tread upon his Neck.

Enter Valeria with an Uſher, and a Gentlewoman.

Val. My Ladies both, good day to you.

Vol. Sweet Madam.

Vir. I am glad to fee your Ladyſhip.

Val. How do you both ? You are maniſet Honſe-keepers. What are you ſewing here ? A fine ſpot in good faith. How does your little ſon ?

Vir. I thank your Lady-ſhip: Well, good Madam.

Val. He had rather fee the Swords, and hear a Drum,
than look upon his Schoolmaſter.

Val. A my word the Fathers Son: Ile ſwear ?tis a
very pretty Boy. A my troth I look'd upon him a Wed-
neſday half an hour together: h'as ſuch a confirm'd coun-
tenance. I ſaw him run after a gilded Butterfly, and
when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again,
and over and over he comes, and up again, and caught it
again: or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how ?twas, he
did ſo fit his teeth, and tear it. Oh, I warrant how he
mammotht it.

Vol. One o's Fathers moods.

Val. Indeed la, ?tis a Noble Child.

Virg. A Crack, Madam.

Val. Come, lay alide your ſtitchery, I muſt have you
play the idle Hufwife with me this afternoon.

Virg. No (good Madam)

I will not out of Doors.

Val. Not out of Doors?

Vol. She ſhall, ſhe ſhall.

Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'le not over the
threthold, till my Lord, return from the Wars.

Val. Fie, you confine your ſelf moſt unreasonably:
Come, you muſt go viſit the good Lady that lies in.

Virg. I will with her ſpeedy ſtrength, and viſit her with
my Prayers, but I cannot go thither.

Vol. Why, I pray you?

Virg. ?Tis not to fave labour, nor that I want love.

Val. You would be another Penelope: yet they ſay, all
the Yarn the ſpun in Oſſyſes's abſence, did but fill Ithaca
full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were ſen-
fible as your Finger, that you might leave pricking it for
pity. Come, you ſhall go with us.

Virg. No, good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not
forth.

Val. In truth I go with me, and I'll tell you excellent
News of your Husband.

Vir. Oh, good Madam, there can be none yet.

Val. Verily I do not jeſt with you: there came News
from him laſt Night.

Vir. Indeed, Madam ?

Val. In earnſt it's true; I heard a Senator ſpeak it.
Thus it is: the Volſeies have an Army forth, againſt whom
Cominius the General is gone, with one part of our Ro-
man Power. Your Lord, and Titus Lucius are ſet down
before their City Coriolus, they nothing doubt prevail-
ing, and to make it brief Wars. This is true on mine
Honour, and ſo, I pray, go with us.

Vir. Give me excufe, good Madam, I will obey you in
every thing hereafter.

Val. Let her alone, Lady, as ſhe is now,
She will but diſeafe our better mirth.

Vir. In troth, I think ſhe would:
Fare you well then. Come, good ſweet Lady.
Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy iolemneſs out a Door,
And go along with us.

Virg. No,

At a word, Madam; indeed I muſt not,
I with you much mirth.

Val. Well, then farewell.

[Exeunt Ladies.

Enter Martius, Titus Lucius, with Drum and Colours,
with Captains and Souldiers, as before the City Coriolus:
to them a Meſſenger.

Mart. Yonder comes News :

A Wager they have met.

Luc. My Horſe to yours, no.

Mar. ?Tis done.

Luc. Agreed.

Mar. Say, h'as our General met the Enemy?

Mef. They lye in view; but have not ſpoke as yet;

Luc. So, the good Horſe is mine.

Mart. Ile buy him of you.

Luc. No, I'le not ſell, nor give him: Lend him you, I will,
For half a hundred years; Summon the Town.

Mar. How far off lies the ſeſt Armies?

Mef. Within this mile and half.

Mar. Then ſhall we hear their Larum, and they Ours.

Now, Mars, I prithee make us quick in work :
That we with moſkuing Swords may march from hence
To help our fielded Friends. Come, blow thy blaſt.

They found a Parley. Enter two Senators with others on
the Walls of Coriolus.

Tullus Anſidius, is he within your Walls?

1 Senat. No, nor a Man that fears you leſs than he,
That's leſſer than a little:

Hark, our Drums

Are bringing forth our Youth: We'll break our Walls
Rather than they ſhall pound us up; our Gates,
Which yet ſeem ſhut, we have but pinn'd with Ruſhes,
They'l open of themselves. Hark you far off.

[Alarum far off.

There is Anſidius. Lift, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven Army.

Mar. Oh, they are at it.

Luc. Their noife be our inſtruction. Ladders, hoe.

Enter the Army of the Volſcies.

Mar. They fear us not, but iſſe forth their City.
Now put your Shields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proof than Shields.

Advance, brave Titus,

They do difdain us much beyond our Thoughts,
Which makes me ſweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows
He

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He that retires, Ile take him for a Volfeie,
And he shall feel mine edge.

*Alarum, the Romans are beat back to their Trencher. Enter Martius Surfing.*

*Mar.* All the contagion of the South, light on you,
You flames of Rome: you Herd of Biles and Plagues
Plaifter you o're, that you may be abhorr'd
Farther than feen, and one infest another
Against the Wind a mile: You Souls of Geefe,
That bear the shapes of Men, how have you run
From Slaves, that Apes would beat ? *Pluto and Hell,*
All hurt behind, backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear ? mend, and charge home,
Or by the Fires of Heaven, I'le leave the Foe,
And make my Wars on you : Look to't: Come on,
If you'l fland faft, we'll beat them to their Wives,
As they us to our Trenches followed.

*Another Alarum, and Martius follows them to the Gates, and is flut in.*

So, now the Gates are ope: now prove good Seconds,
'Tis for the Followers, Fortune widens them,
Not for the Flyers: Mark me, and do the like.

*Enter the Gates.*

1 Sol. Fool, hardineſs, not I.

2 Sol. Nor I.

1 Sol. See they have flut him in.

*[Alarum continues.]*

*All.* To th' pot I warrant him.

*Enter Titus Lucius.*

*Tit.* What is become of Martius?

*All.* Slain (Sir) doubtleſs.

1 Sol. Following the Flyers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who upon the fudden
Clapt to their Gates: he is himſelf alone,
To anſwer all the City.

*Luc. Oh Noble Fellow!*

Who ſenably out-dares his ſenceleſs Sword,
And when it Bows, ſtand? up: Thou art left, *Martius,*
A Carbuncle intire, as big as thou art,
Were not ſo rich a Jewel. Thou waſt a ſouldier
Even to Calves with, not ſierce and terrible
Only in ſtrokes, but with thy grim looks, and
The Thunder-like perſcuffion of thy ſounds
Thou mad? it hine Enemies ſhake, as if the World
Were feavorous, and did tremble.

*Enter Martius bleeding, affaulted by the Enemy.*

1 Sol. Look Sir.

*Luc. O, 'tis Martius.*

Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

*[Thy fight, and all enter the City.*

*Enter certain Romans with spoils.*

1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

2 Rom. And I this.

3 Rom. A Murrain on't, I took this for Silver. [Exeunt.]
*[Alarum continues still a far off.*

*Enter Martius, and Titus with a Trumpet.*

*Mar.* See here, theſe Movers, that do prize their hours
At a crack'd Drachm, Cufhions, Leaden Spoons,
Irons of a Doit, Doublets that Hangmen would
Bury with thole that wore them, theſe bafe Slaves,
E're yet the fight be done, pack up, down with them.
And hark, what noife the General makes: To him,
There is the Man of my Souls hate, *Anſidius,*
Fiercing our *Romans*: Then Valiant *Titus* take
Convenient Numbers to make good the City,
Whilft I with thofe that have the Spirit, will haſte
To help *Cominius*.

*Luc. Worthy Sir, thou bleed? it,*
Thy exercife hath been too violent,

For a ſecond course of Fight.

*Mar.* Sir, prae me not:

*My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well:
The Blood I drop, is rather Phyſical
Than Dangerous to me. To *Anſidius*, thus I will appear*

*Luc. Now the fair Goddeſs Fortune, (and fight,
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Mifguide thy Oppofers Swords, bold Gentleman:
Proſperity be thy Page.*

*Mar.* Thy Friend no leſs,

*Than thofe the placeth high?eſt: So farewell,*

*Luc. Thou worthie Martius,*
Go found thy Trumpet in the Market-place,
Call thither all the Officers o'th' Town,
Where they ſhall know our mind. Away.

*[Exeunt.]*

*Enter Cominius as it were in retire, with Souldiers.*

*Com.* Breathe you, my friends, well fought, we are come
Like *Romans*, neither Fooliſh in our ſlands,
Nor Cowardly in retire: *Believe me, Sirs,*
We ſhall be charg'd again. Whiles we have ſtruck
By interims and conveying guilſs, we have heard
The Charges of our Friends. The *Roman* Gods
Lead their ſucceſſes, as we with our own,
That both our Powers, with ſmiling Fronts encontring,
May give you thankful Sacrifice. Thy news?

*Enter a Messenger.*

*Mef.* The Citizens of *Coriolus* have iſſu'd,
And given to *Lucius* and to *Martius* Battel.

I ſaw our Party to their Trenches driven,
And then I came away.

*Com.* Though thou ſpeakeſt truth,
Methinks thou ſpeak't not well. How long is't ſince?

*Mef.* Above an hour, my Lord.

*Com.* 'Tis not a mile: briefly we heard their Drums.

How could it thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring thy News ſo late?

*Mef.* Spies of the *Volſeies*
Held me in chace, that I was forſc'd to wheel
Three or four Miles about, eſſe had I, Sir,
Half an hour ſince, brought my report.

*Enter Martius.*

*Com.* Whofe yonder,
That does appear as he were Flea'd ? O Gods,
He has the ſtamp of *Martius*, and I have
Before time ſeen him thus.

*Mar.* Come I too late ?

*Com.* The Shepherd knows not Thunder from a Taber,
More than I know the Sound of *Martius*'s Tongue
From every meaner Man.

*Mar.* Come I too late ?

*Com.* I, if you come not in the Blood of others,
But mantled in your own.

*Mar.* Oh! let me clip ye
In Arms as found, as when I woo'd in Heart;
As merry as when our Nuptial Day was done,
And Tapers burnt to Bedward.

*Com.* Flower of *Warriors*, how is't with *Titus Lucius*?
*Mar.* As with a Man buſed about Decrees:
Condemning ſome to Death, and ſome to Exile,
Ranſoming him, or pitying, threatening th' other;
Holding *Coriolus* in the name of *Rome*,

Even like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leaſh,
To let him ſlip at will.

*Com.* Where is that Slave
Which told me they had beat you to your Trenches?
Where is he? Call him hither.

*Mar.* Let him alone,
He did inform the truth: But for our Gentlemen,
The common ſile, (a Plague Tribunes for them)
The Mouſe ne're ſhunn'd the Cat, as they did budge
From Rafaſs worſe than they.

*Com.* But how prevail'd you?

*Mar.*

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Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not think: Where is the Enemy ? Are you Lords o’th’ Field ? If not, why cease you till you are so ?
Com. Martius, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purpoe.

Mar. How lies their Battel ? Know you on what fide they have plac’d their Men of truffe ?

Com. As I gueſs, Martius,
Their Bands i’th’ Vaward are the Ancients
Of their beſt truffe: O’re them Aſſidius,
Their very heart of Hope.

Mar. I do beſchey you,
By all the Battels wherein we have fought,
By th’ Blood we have ſhed together,
By th’ Vows we have made
To endure Friends, that you directly fet me
Against Aſſidius, and his Antiats,
And that you not delay the preſent (but
Filling the Air with Swords advanc’d) and Darts,
We prove this very hour.

Com. Though I could wifh
You were conducted to a gentle Bath,
And Balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking, take your choice of thofe
That beſt can aid your action.

Mar. Thofe are they
That moſt be willing ; if any ſuch be here ?
(As it were ſin to doubt) that love this painting
Wherein you fee me ſmeare’d, if any fear
Leſer his perſon, than an ill report:
If any think, brave death out-weighs bad life,
And that his Country’s dearer than himself,
Let him alone, (or, ſo many ſo minded)
Wave thus, to expreſs his diſpoſition,
And follow Martius.

They all ſhout, and wave their Swords, take him up in their Arms, and caſt up their Caps.

Oh me alone, make you a Sword of me:
If theſe ſhews be not outward, which of you
But is four Vſſcies ? None of you, but is
Able to bear againſt the great Aſſidius.
A Shield as hard as his. A certain number
(Though thanks to all) muſt I ſeleft from all :
The reſt ſhall bear the buſineſs in ſome other fight
As caufe will be obey’d: pleafe you to march,
And four ſhall quickly draw out my Command,
Which Men are beſt inclin’d.

Com. March on, my ſollows:
Make good this ofſentation, and you ſhall
Divide in all, with us.

[Exeunt.

Titus Lucius, having ſet a Guard upon Coriolus, going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Martius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiers, and a Scout.

Luc. So, let the Ports be guarded; keep your Duties
As I have ſet them down. If I do ſend, dilpatch
Thofe Centuries to our aid, the reſt will ſerve
For a ſhort holding; if we loſe the Field,
We cannot keep the Town.

Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.
Luc. Hence; and flut your Gates upon’s:
Our Guider come, to th’ Roman Camp conduct us. [Exit.

[Alarum as in Battel.

Enter Martius and Aſſidius at ſeveral Doors.

Mar. I ple fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
Worſe than a Promife-breaker.

Auf. We hate alike:
Not Africa owns a Serpent I abhor
More than thy Fame and Envy: Fix thy Foot.

Mar. Let the firſt Budger die the others Slave,

And the Gods doom him after.

Auf. If I ſlie, Martius, hollow me like a Hare.

Mar. Within theſe three hours Tullius

Alone I fought in your Coriolus Walls,
And made what work I plear’d : ?Tis not my Blood,
Wherein thou ſeſt me maskt, for thy Revenge
Wrench up thy power to th’ higheſt.

Auf. Wer’t thou the HELLOR,
That was the whip of your bragg’d Progeny,
Thou hould’ſt not ſape me here.

Here they fight, and certain Vſſcies come to the aid of Aſſidius. Martius fightes till they be driven in breathleſs. Officious and not valiant, you haye I’am’d me. In your condemned Seconds.

Flourish. Alarum. A Retreat is founded. Enter at one Door Cominius, with the Romans: At another Door Martius, with his Arm in a Scarf.

Com. If I hould tell thee o’re this thy Days work,
Thou’lt not believe thy deeds: but I’le report it,
Where Senators ſhall mingle tears with ſmiles,
Where great Patricians ſhall attend, and thrug,
P’th’ end admire: where Ladies ſhall be frighted,
And gladly quak’d, hear more: where the dull Tribunes,
That with the fuſy Plebeians, hate thine Honours,
Shall ſay againſt their hearts, we thank the Gods
Our Rome hath ſuch a Souldier.
Yet cam’ſt thou to a Morſel of this Feaſt,
Having fully din’d before.

Enter Titus with his Power, from the Purſuit.

Titus Lucius. Oh General:

Here is the Steed, we the Caparison:
Hadſt thou beheld—

Mar. Pray now, no more:
My Mother, who has a Charter to extol her Blood,
When he does praife me, grieves me:
I have done as you have done, that’s what I can,
Induc’d as you have been, that’s for my Country:
He that has but effected his good will,
Hath overta’nne mine Aſt.

Com. You hould not be the Grave of your deferving,
Rome muſt know the value of her own:
’TWere a Concealment worſe than a Theſt,
No leſs than a Traducaement,
To hide your doings, and to ſilence that,
Which to the ſpire and top of praifes vouch’d,
Would ſeem but modeſt: therefore, I beſchey you,
In ſign of what you are, not to reward
What you have done, before our Army hear me.

Mar. I have ſome wounds upon me, and they ſmart
To hear themſelves remembred.

Com. Should they not:
Well might they ſeſter ’gainſt ingratiude,
And tent themſelves with death: of all the Horſes,
Whereof we have ta’nne good, and good ſfore of all,
The Treasure in this Field atchiev’d, and City,
We render you the tenth, to be ta’nne forth,
Before the common diſtribution,
At your only choice.
Mar. I thank you, General:
But cannot make my heart conſent to take
A Bribe, to pay my Sword: I do reſufe it,
And ſtand upon my common part with thofe,
That have beheld the doing.

A long flourish. They all cry, Martius, Martius, caſt up their Caps and Launcees: Cominius and Lucius ſtand bare.

Mar. May theſe fame Inſtruments, which you prophane,
Never found more: when Drums and Trumpets ſhall
P’th?

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I'ch' Field prove flatterers, let Courts and Cities be
Made of all falfe-fac'd soothing :

When Steel grows soft, as the *Parasites* Silk,
Let him be made an Overture for th' Wars :
No more, I say, for that I have not wath'd
My Nofe that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch,
Which without note, here's many elfe have done,
You shout me forth in acclamations hyperbolical,
As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
In praifes, faw'd with Lies.

*Com.* Too modeſt are you :

More cruel to your good report, than grateful
To us, that give you traly : by your patience,
If againſt your ſelf you be incens'd, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper harm) in Manacles,
Then reaſon faſely with you : Therefore be it known,
As to us, to all the World, that *Caius Martius*

*Mar.* Wears this Wars Garland : in token of the which,
My noble Steed, known to the Camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging, and from this time,
For what he did before *Coriolus*, call him,
With all th' applaufe and clamor of the Hoſt,

*Martius Caius Coriolanus.* Bear th' addition Nobly ever ?

*Flourish.* Trumpets ſound, and Drums.

*Omnes.* *Martius Caius Coriolanus.*

*Mar.* I will go wath :

And when my Face is fair, you ſhall perceive
Whether I bluſh, or no: Howbeit, I thank you.

I mean to ſtride your Steed, and at all times
To under-creſt your good Addition,

To th' faireneſs of my power.

*Com.* So, to our Tent:

Where, e're we do repoſe us, we will write
To *Rome* of our ſucceſs : you *Titus Lucius*

Mult to *Coriolus* back, ſend us to *Rome*

The beſt, with whom we may articulate,
For their own good, and ours.

*Luc.* I ſhall, my Lord.

*Mar.* The Gods begin to mock me ;

I that now refus'd moſt Princely gifts,

Am bound to beg of my Lord General.

*Com.* Take't, 'tis yours, what is't ?

*Mar.* I ſometime lay here in *Coriolus*,

At a poor mans Houſe: He us'd me kindly.

He cry'd to me : I ſaw him Prifoner :

But then *Aufidius* was within my view,

And wrath o're-whelm'd my pity: I requeſt you

To give my poor Hoſt freedom.

*Com.* Oh well begg'd :

Were he the Butcher of my Son, he ſhould

Be free as is the Wind, deliver him, *Titus*.

*Luc. Martius*, his name.

*Mar.* By *Jupiter*, forgot :

I am weary, yea my Memory is tir'd :

Have we no Wine here ?

*Com.* Go we to our Tent:

The Blood upon your Viſage dries, 'tis time

It ſhould be look'd too : come.

[Exeunt.]

*A Flourish.* Corners. Enter *Tullus Aufidius*, bloody, with two or three *Souldiers*.

*Auf.* The Town is ta'ne.

*Soul.* 'Twill be deliver'd back on good Condition.

*Auf.* Condition ?

I would I were a *Roman*, For I cannot,
Being a *Volvete*, be, that I am. Condition?

What good Condition can a Treaty find
Pch' part that is at mercy ? five times, *Martius*,

I have fought with thee; ſo often hait thou beat me:
And would it do so, I think, ſhould we encounter

As often as we eat. By the Elements,

If e're again I meet him beard to beard

He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation

Hath not that honour in't it had : For where
I thought to cruſh him in an equal force,
True Sword to Sword : Ple pour at him ſome way,
Or Wath, or Craft may get him.

*Sol.* He's the Devil.

*Auf.* Bolder, though not ſubile : my valor's poifon'd,
With only suffering ſtain by him : for him
Shall flie out of it ſelf, nor fleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, ſick; nor Phane, nor Capitol,
The Prayers of Priefes, nor time of Sacrifice:
Embarquements all of Fury shall lift up

Their rotten Privilege, and Cuffon 'gainſt
My hate to *Martius*. Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my Brothers Guard, even there
Againſt the Hofpitable Cannon, would I

Wash my ſierce hand in's heart. Go you to the City,
Learn how 'tis held, and what they are that must
Be Hoſtages for *Rome*.

*Sol.* Will not you go ?

*Auf.* I am attended at the Cyprus Grove. I pray you ('Tis South the City Mill) bring me word thither.
How the World goes, that to the pace of it
I may ſpur on my Journey.

*Sol.* I ſhall, Sir.

## Actus Secundus.

*Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of the People, Sicinius and Brutus.*

*Men.* The Augurer tells me, we ſhall have News to
Night.

*Bru.* Good or bad ?

*Men.* Not according to the Prayer of the People, for
they love not *Martius*.

*Sicin.* Nature teaches Beaſts to know their Friends.

*Men.* Pray you, who does the Wolf love?

*Sicin.* The Lamb.

*Men.* I, to devour him, as the hungry *Plebeians* would
the Noble *Martius*.

*Men.* He's a Lamb indeed, that baes like a Bear.

*Men.* He's a Bear indeed, that lives like a Lamb.

You two are Old Men, tell me one thing that I ſhall ask you.

*Both.* Well, Sir.

*Men.* In what enormity is *Martius* poor in, that you
two have not in abundance ?

*Bru.* He's poor in no one fault, but ſtor'd with all.

*Sicin.* Efpecially Pride.

*Bru.* And topping all others in boaſt.

*Men.* This is ſtrange now : Do you two know, how
you are cenſured here in the City, I mean of us o'th' right
hand File, do you?

*Bru.* Why ? how are we cenſured ?

*Men.* Because you talk of Pride now, will you not be
angry ?

*Both.* Well, well Sir, well.

*Men.* Why 'tis no great matter; for a very little thieſt
of Occaſion, will rob you of a great deal of Patience:
Give your diſpoſitions the Reins, and be angry at your
pleaſures (at the leaſt) if you take it as a pleaſure to you,
in being ſo, you blame *Martius* for being proud.

*Bru.* We do it not alone, Sir.

*Men.* I know you can do very little alone, for your
helps are many, or elfe your actions would grow won-
drous ſingle: your abilities are too Infant-like, for doing
much alone. You talk of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
your Eyes toward the Napes of your Necks, and make
but an interior ſurvey of your good ſelves. Oh that you
could !

*Men.* What then, Sir ?

*Men.* Why then you ſhould discover a brace of un-
meriting,

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meriting, proud, violent, tefty Magiftrates (alias Fools) as any in Rome.

*Sicin. Menenius, you are known well enough too.*

*Men.* I am known to be a humorous *Patrician*, and one that loves a cup of hot Wine with not a drop of allay-ing Tiber in't: Said to be something imperfect in favour-ing the firſt complaint, haſty and Tender-like upon, to trivial motion: One, that converſes more with the But-tock of the Night, than with the Fore-head of the Mor-ning. What I think I utter, and ſpend my Malice in my Breath. Meeting two ſuch Weals-men as you are (I can-not call you *Lieurguſſes*) if the drink you give me, touch my Palat adverſly, I make a crooked face at it. I can ſay, your Worſhips have deliver'd the matter well, when I find the Aſs in compound with the Major part of your Syllables. And though I muſt be content to bear with thate, that ſay you are Reverend Grave, yet they lye deadly, that tell you have good Faces; if you fee this in the Map of my Microſcofm, follows it that I am known well enough too? What harm can your Befom Conſpectuities glean out of this Charaſter, if I be known well enough too?

*Bru. Come, Sir, come, we know you well enough.*

*Men.* You know neither me, your ſelves, nor any thing: you are ambitious for poor Knaves Caps and Legs: You wear out a good wholeſom Fore-noon, in hearing a Caufe between an Orange-wife, and a Faſſet-feller, and then rejourning the Controverſe of three-pence to a ſecon'd day of Audience. When you are Hearing a matter between a Party and Party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the Cholick, you make Faces like Mummers, ſet up the bloody Flag againſt all Patience, and in roaring a Chamber-pot, diſnſes the Controverſe bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the Peace you make in their Caufe, is calling both the Parties Knaves. You are a Pair of Iſtrange ones.

*Bru. Come, come, you are well underſood to be a perſeſter gyber for the Table, than a neceſſary Bencher in the Capitol.*

*Men.* Our very Priſeſts muſt become Mockers, if they ſhall encounter ſuch ridiculous Subjects as you are; when you ſpeak beſt unto the purpofe, it is not worth the wag-ing of your Beards, and your Beards deferve not ſo honourable a Grave, as to ſtuff a Botchers Caſhion, or to be intomb'd in an Aſſes Pack-faddle; yet you muſt be ſaying, *Martius* is proud: who in a cheap eſtimation, is worth all your Predeceſſers ſince *Deucation*, though per-adventure ſome of the beſt of 'em were hereditary Hang-men. Good-e'en to your Worſhips, more of your Conver-fation would infect my Brain, being the Heardſmen of the Beaſtly *Plebeians*, I will be bold to take my leave of you.*

*[Brutus and Sicinius. Aſide.]*

*Enter Volumnia and Valeria.*

How now (my as Fair as Noble) Ladies, and the Moon were the Earthly, no Nobler; whither do you follow your Eyes fo falt?

*Volum. Honourable Menenius, my Boy, Martius, approaches: for the love of Juno let's go.*

*Men. Ha? Martius coming home?*

*Volum. I, worthy Menenius, and with moſt prosperous Ap-probation.*

*Men. Take my Cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee: hoo, Martius coming home?*

*2. Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.*

*Volum. Look, here's a Letter from him, the State hath another, his Wife another, and (I think) there's one at home for you.*

*Menen. I will make my very house reel to night.*

*A Letter for me?*

*Virgil. Yes, certain, there's a Letter for you, I fawt.*

*Menen. A Letter for me? it gives me an Eſtate of ſeven years health; in which time, I will make a Lip at*

*the Physician: The moſt Soveraign Prefcription in Galen is but Empericktique, and to this Prefervative, of no better report than a Horſe-drench. Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded?*

*Virgil. Oh, no, no, no.*

*Volum. Oh, he is wounded, I thank the Gods for't.*

*Menen. So do I too, if he be not too much: brings a Víctory in his Pocket? the wounds become him.*

*Volum. On's Brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home with the Oaken Garland.*

*Menen. Has he diſciplin'd Anſidius foundly?*

*Volum. Titus Lucius writes, they fought together, but Anſidius got off.*

*Menen. And 'twas time for him too, I'le warrant him that: and he had ſtay'd by him, I would not have been ſo fiddious'd, for all the Cheſts in Coriolanus, and the Gold that's in them. Is the Senate poffeſt of this?*

*Volum. Good Ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes: The Senate has Letters from the General, wherein he gives my Son the whole Name of the War, he hath in this Action out-done his former Deeds doubly.*

*Vater. In troth, there's woudrous things ſpoke of him.*

*Menen. Wondrous? I, I warrant you, and not without his true Purchafing.*

*Virgil. The Gods grant them true.*

*Volum. True? pow waw.*

*Mene. True? Ple be ſworn they are true, where is he wounded, God fave your good Worſhips? Martius is coming home: he has more caufe to be proud: where is he wounded?*

*Volum. Pth? Shoulder, and i'th' left Arm, there will be large Cicatrices to ſhew the People, when he ſhall ſtand for his place: he receiv'd in the Repúli of Tarquin ſeven hurts i'th' Body.*

*Men. One i'th' Neck, and two i'th' Thigh, there's none that I know.*

*Volum. He had, before his laſt Expedition, twenty five Wounds upon him.*

*Men. Now it's twenty ſeven, every gafh was an Enemies Grave. Hark, the Trumpets.*

*[A Shout, and Flourish.]*

*Volum. Theſe are the Uſhers of Martius:*

*Before him, he carries Noife;*

*And behind him, he leaves Tears:*

*Death, that dark Spirit, in's nervy Arm doth lye, Which being advanc'd, declines, and then Men dye.*

*A Sonet. Trumpets found. Enter Cominius the General, and Titus Lucius: between them Coriolanus, Crown'd with an Oaken Garland, with Captains and Souldiers, and a Herald,*

*Hera. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight*

*Within Coriolus Gates: where he hath won, With Fame, a Name to Martius Caus:*

*Theſe in Honour follows, Martius Cains, Coriolanus.*

*Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.*

*Sound. Flourish.*

*All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.*

*Corio. No more of this, it does offend my heart; pray now no more.*

*Com. Look, Sir, your Mother.*

*Corio. Oh! you have, I know, petition'd all the Gods for my Prosperity.*

*Volum. Nay, my good Souldier, up:*

*My gentle Martius, worthy Cains,*

*And by deed-atchieving Honour newly nam'd,*

*What is it (Coriolanus) muſt I call thee?*

*But oh, thy Wife.*

*Corio. My gracious filence, hail:*

*Would't thou have laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home,*

*That weep'd to fee me Triumph? Ah, my Dear,*

*Such Eyes the Widows in Coriolanus wear,*

*And Mothers that lack Sons.*

*Men. Now the Gods Crown thee.*

*Aaa*

*Com.*

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "266", "Com. And live you yet? Oh my sweet Lady, Pardon.", "Volum. I know not where to turn.", "Oh welcome home: and welcome General,\nAnd y'are welcome all.", "Men. A hundred thousand Welcomes :", "I could weep, and I could laugh,", "I am light, and heavy; welcome :", "A Curfe begin at very root on's Heart,\nThat is not glad to see thee.", "You are Three, that Rome should dote on :", "Yet by the Faith of Men, we have", "Some old Crab-trees here at home,", "That will not be grafted to your Relief.", "Yet welcome Warriors :", "We call a Nettle, but a Nettle ;", "And the faults of Fools but Folly.", "Com. Ever right.", "Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.", "Hera. Give way there, and go on.", "Cor. Your Hand, and yours ?", "E're in our own House I do feide my head,", "The good Patricians must be visited,", "From whom I have receiv'd not only Greetings,", "But with them, change of Honours.", "Volum. I have lived,", "To fee inherited my very Wifhes,", "And the Buildings of my Fancy :", "Only there's one thing wanting,", "Which (I doubt not) but our Rome", "Will caft upon thee.", "Cor. Know, good Mother,", "I had rather be their Servant in my way,", "Than fway with them in theirs.", "Com. On, to the Capitol.", "[Flourish. Corners.", "[Exeunt in State, as before.", "### Enter Brutus and Sicinus.", "Bru. All Tongues speak of him, and the bleared fights", "Are fpectacled to fee him: Your pratling Nurfe", "Into a rapture lets her Baby cry,", "While the chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pins", "Her richte Lockram 'bout her reechy neck,", "Clambring the Walls to eye him :", "Stalls, Bulks, Windows, arefmother'd up,", "Leads fill'd, and Ridges hors'd", "With variable Complexions; all agreeing", "In earneſtneſs to fee him: feld-flown Flamins", "Do preſs 'mong the popular Throngs, and puff", "To win a vulgar ſtation: our veil'd Dames", "Commit the War of White and Damask", "In their nicely gawded Cheeks, to th' wanton Spoil", "Of Phæbus burning Kiffes: fuch a poother,", "As if that whatsoever God, who leads him,", "Were fly crept into his humane powers,", "And gave him graceful poſture.", "Sicin. On the ſudden, I warrant him Conful.", "Bru. Then our Office may, during his Power, go ſleep.", "Sicin. He cannot temp'rately tranſport his Honours,", "From where he ſhould begin and end, but will", "Loſe thofe he hath won.", "Bru. In that there's comfort.", "Sici. Doubt not,", "The Commoners, for whom we ſtand, but they", "Upon their ancient malice, will forget", "With the leaſt caufe, theſe his new Honours,", "Which that he will give them, make I as little queſtion,", "As he is proud to do't.", "Bru. I heard him ſwear", "Were he to ſtand for Conful, never would he", "Appear 'pth' Market-place, nor on him put", "The Naples Vulture of humilität,", "Nor ſhewing (as the manner is) his Wounds", "To th' people, beg their ſtinking breaths.", "Sicin. 'Tis right.", "Bru. It was his word :", "Oh he would miſs it, rather than carry it,\nBut by the ſuit of the Gentry to him,\nAnd the deſire of the Nobles.", "Sicin. I wiſh no better, than have him hold that pur-\npofe, and to put it in execution.", "Bru. 'Tis moſt like, he will.", "Sicin. It ſhall be to him then, as our good wills, a ſure\ndeſtruction.", "Bru. So it muſt fall out", "To him, or our Authorities, for an end.", "We muſt fuffeſt the People, in what hatred", "He ſtill hath held them: that to's power he would", "Have made them Mules, ſilenc'd their Pleaders,", "And diſproportioned their Freedoms; holding them,", "In humane Action, and Capacity,", "Of no more Soul, nor fitneſs for the World,", "Than Camels in their War, who have their Provand", "Only for bearing Burthens, and ſore blows", "For finking under them.", "Sicin. This (as you ſay) fuffeſted,", "At ſome time, when his ſoaring ſolence", "Shall teach the People, which time ſhall not want,", "If he be put upon't, and that's as eafie,", "As to fet Dogs on Sheep, will be his fire", "To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze", "Shall darken him for ever.", "### Enter a Meſsinger.", "Bru. What's the matter ?", "Meff. You are ſent for to the Capitol :", "'Tis thought, that Martius ſhall be Conful :", "I have fee'n the dumb men throng to fee him,", "And the blind to hear him ſpeak: Matrons ſung Glove,", "Ladies and Maids their Scarſs, and Handkerchieſs,", "Upon him, as he paf'd: the Nobles bended", "As to Joves Statue, and the Commons made", "A Showre, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Shouts:", "I never ſaw the like.", "Bru. Let's to the Capitol,", "And-carry with us Ears and Eyes for th' time,", "But Hearts for the event.", "Sicin. Have with you.", "[Exeunt.", "### Enter two Officers, to lay Cuffions, as it were, in the Capitol.", "1. Off. Come, come, they are almost here: how many ſtand for Conſuſhions ?", "2. Off. Three, they ſay: but 'tis thought of every one,\nCoriolanus will carry it.", "1. Off. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud,\nand loves not the Common People.", "2. Off. 'Faith, there have been many great men that\nhave flatter'd the People, who ne're loved them, and there\nare many that they have loved, they know not wherefore:\nfo that if they love they know not why, they hate upon\nno better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to\ncare whether they love, or hate him, manifeets the true\nknowledge he has in their diſpoſition, and out of his No-\nble careneſſes lets them plainly fee't.", "1. Off. If he did not care whether he had their love, or\nno, he waved indifferently, 'twixt doing them neither\ngood, nor harm: but he feeks his hate with greater\ndevotion, than they can render it him; and leaves nothing\nundone, that may fully diſcover him their Oppofite. Now\nto feem to affect the Malice and Difpleasure of the Peo-\nple, is as bad, as that which he diſlikes, to flatter them\nfor their love.", "2. Off. He hath deferved worthily of his Countrie,\nAnd his aſcent is not by ſuch eafie degrees as thole, who\nhaving been ſupple and courteous to the People, Bon-\nnetted, without any further deed, to have them at all into\ntheir eſtimation

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were a Malice, that giving it self the Lye, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every Ear that heard it.

1 Off. No more of him, he's a worthy man: make may, they are coming.

A Sonet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People, Lictors before them; Coriolanus, Menenius, Coriolanus the Confid: Sicinius and Brutus take their places by themselves: Coriolanus stands.

Men. Having determin'd of the Volcieies,
And to fend for Titus Lucius: it remains,
As the main Point of this our after-meeting,
To gratifie his Noble service, that hath
Thus flood for his Country. Therefore pleafe you,
Moſt Reverend and Grave Elders, to deſire,
The prefent Conſul, and laſt General,
In our well-found Succeſſes, to report
A little of that worthy Work perform'd
By Martius Caius Coriolanus: whom
We met here, both to thank, and to remember
With honours like himſelf.

1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius :
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our State's defective for requalit,
Than we to ſtretch it out. Maſters o'ch People,
We do requeſt your kindeſt Ear, and after,
Your loving motion toward the common Body,
To yield what paffes here...

Sicin. We are convened upon a pleafing Treaty, and have Hearts inclinable to Honour, and advance the Theam of our Aſſembly.

Bru. Which the rather we ſhall be bleſt to do, if he
remember a kinder value of the People, than he hath
hereto priz'd them at.

Men. That's off, that's off: I would you rather had been ſilent: Pleafe you to hear Cominius ſpeak?

Bru. Moſt willingly: but yet my Caution was more pertinent than the rebuke you give it.

Men. He loves your people, but tye him not to be their Bedfellow: Worthy Cominius, ſpeak.

Coriolanus rifes, and offers to go away.

Nay, keep your place.

Senat. Sir, Coriolanus, never ſhame to hear
What you have Nobly done.

Corio. Your Honours pardon:

I had rather have my Wounds to heal again,
Than hear ſay how I got them.

Bru. Sir, I hope my words diſ-bench'd you not?

Corio. No, Sir, yet off,

When blows have made me ſlay, I fled from words.
You ſooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,
I love them as they weigh—

Men. Pray now, fit down.

Corio. I had rather have one ſcratch my Head i'th' Sun,
When the Alarum were ſtruck, than idly fit

To hear my Nothings monſter'd.
Men. Maſters of the People,

Exit Coriolanus.

Your multiplying Spawn how can he flatter ?
That's thouand to one good one, when you now fee
He had rather venture all his Limbs for Honour,
Than one o's Ears to hear it. Proceed Cominius.

Com. I ſhall lack Voice: the Deeds of Coriolanus

Should not be utter'd feeblely: it is held,
That Valour is the chieſeſt Virtue, and
Moſt dignifies the Haver: if it be,
The man I ſpeak of cannot in the World
Be ſingly counter-poys'd. At fixteen years,
When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then Diſtator,
Whom with all prieſ I point at, ſaw him fight,
When with his Amazonian Chieſ he drove
The brizled Lips before him: he beſtrid
An o're-preſt Roman, and i'th' Conſul's view

Slew three oppofers: Tarquins ſelf he met,
And ſtruck him on his Knee: in that days feats,
When he might act the woman in the Scene,
He prov'd beſt man i'th' Field, and for his meed
Was Brow-bound with Oak. His Pupil-age
Man-entred thus, he waited like a Sea,
And in the brunt of ſeventeen Battels ſince,
He lurcht all Swords o'ch Garland: for this laſt,
Before, and in Coriolanus, let me ſay
I cannot ſpeak him home: he ſtopt the flyers,
And by his rare example made the Coward
Turn terror into ſport: as Waves before
A Veffel under ſayl, ſo men obey'd,
And fell below his Stem: his Sword (Deaths ſtamp)
Where it did mark, it took from Face to Foot:
He was a thing of Blood, whoſe every motion
Was trimm'd with dying Cries: alone he entréd
The mortal Gate o'ch City, which he painted
With Ithunleſs defamy: aidleſs came off,
And with a ſudden re-inſor cement ſtruck
Coriolus, like a Planet: now all's this,
When by and by the din of War 'gan pierce
His ready ſence, then ſtreight his doubled Spirit
Requickned what in ſleth was fatigate,
And to the Battel came he, where he did
Run reeking o're the lives of Men, as if
'Twere a perpetual ſpoyl; and till we call'd
Both Field and City ours, he never ſlood
To eafe his Breaſt with panting.

Men. Worthy man.

Senat. He cannot but with meaſure fit the Honours which we devife him.

Com. Our ſpoils he kickt at,

And look'd upon things Precious, as they were
The common Muck o'ch World: he covets leſs
Than Mifery it ſelf would give, rewards his deeds
With doing them, and is content

To ſpend the time, to end it.

Men. He's right Noble, let him be call'd for.

Senat. Call Coriolanus.

Off. He doth appear.

Enter Coriolanus.

Men. The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make thee Conſul.

Corio. I do owe them ſtill my Life, and Services.

Men. It then remains that you do ſpeak to the People.

Corio. I do beſeeth you,

Let me o're-leap that Cuſtom: for I cannot
Put on the Gown, ſtand naked, and entreat them
For my Wounds ſake, to give their ſuffrage:
Pleafe you that I may paſs this doing.

Sicin. Sir, the People muſt have their Voices,

Neither will they bate one jot of Ceremony.

Men. Put them not to't:

Pray you go fit you to the Cuſtom,

And take to you, as your Predeceſſors have,
Your Honour with your form.

Corio. It is a Part that I ſhall bluſh in Acting,

And might well be taken from the People.

Bru. Mark you that.

Corio. To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus,
Shew them th'unaking ſkars, which I ſhould hide,
As if I had receiv'd them for the hire

Of their Breath only.

Men. Do not ſtand upon't:

We recommend to you, Tribunes of the People,
Our purpofe to them, and to our Noble Conſul
With all Joy, and Honour.

Senat. To Coriolanus come all Joy and Honour.

Flourish Cornets.

Then Exeunt, Manent Sicinius and Brutus.

Bru. You fee how he intends to uſe the People.

Sicin. May they perceive's intent: he will require them

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As if he did contemn what he requelted,
Should be in them to give.

Bru. Come, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here on th' Market place,
I know they do attend us.

Enter seven or eight Citizens.

1 Cit. Once if he do require our Voices, we ought not to deny him.

2 Cit. Wemay, Sir, if we will.

3 Cit. We have power in our felves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do: For, if he flew us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our Tongues into thofe wounds, and fpeak for them: So, if he tell us his noble deeds, we muft also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monſtrous, and for the multitude of the which, we being Members, should bring our ſelves to be monſtrous Members.

1 Cit. And to make us no better thought of a little help will ſerve: for once we ſtood up about the Corn, he himſelf ſuck not to call us the many-headed Multi-tude.

3 Cit. We have been call'd ſo of many, not that our heads are ſome brown, ſome black, ſome auburn, ſome bald; but that our wits are ſo diverſy Colour'd; and truly, I think, if all our wits were to ilſue out of one Scull, they would flye Eaſt, Weſt, North, South, and their conſent of one direſt way, ſhould be at once to all the points o'th' Compaſs.

2 Cit. Think you ſo ? Which way do you judge my wit would flye ?

3 Cit. Nay your wit will not ſo ſoon out as another mans will, 'tis ſtrongly wedg'd up in a Block-head: but if it were at liberty, 'twould ſure Southward.

2 Cit. Why, that way ?

3 Cit. To lobe it ſelf in a Fog, where being three parts melted away with rotten Dews, the fourth would return for Conſience fake, to help to get thee a Wife.

2 Cit. You are never without your tricks, you may, you may.

3 Cit. Are you all resolved to give your Voices ? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it, I ſay. If he would incline to the People, there was never a Worthful man.

Enter Coriolanus in a Gown of Humility, with Menenius.

Here he comes, and in the Gown of Humility, mark his
behaviour: we are not to flay all together, but to come
by him where he ſtands, by ones, by twos, and by threes.
He's to make his requeſts by particulars, where every one
of us has a ſingle Honour, in giving him our own Voices
with our own Tongues, therefore follow me, and I'll di-
rect you how you shall go by him.

All. Content, content.

Men. Oh, Sir, you are not right; have you not known
The worthiſt men have don't ?

Corio. What muſt I ſay, I pray, Sir ?

Plauge upon't, I cannot bring
My Tongue to ſuch a pace. Look, Sir, my wounds,
I got them in my Countries ſervice, when
Some certain of your Brethren roar'd, and ran
From the noife of our own drums.

Men. Oh me the Gods, you muſt not ſpeak of that,
You muſt define them to think upon you.

Corio. Think upon me ? Hang 'em,
I would they would ſorget me, like the Virtues
Which our Divines lobe by 'em.

Men. You'l mar all,
Ple leave you: Pray you ſpeak to 'em, I pray you
In wholeſome manner.

[Exit.]

Enter three of the Citizens.

Corio. Bid them waſh their Faces,
And keep their Teeth clean: So here comes a brace,

You know the caufe (Sir) of my ſtanding here.

3 Cit. We do, Sir, tell us what hath brought you to't.

Corio. Mine own defert.

2 Cit. Your own defert ?

Corio. I, not mine own deſire.

3 Cit. How, not your own deſire ?

Corio. No, Sir, 'twas never my deſire yet to trouble the
poor with begging.

3 Cit. You muſt think, if we give you any thing, we
hope to gain by you.

Corio. Well then I pray, your price o'th' Conſuſhip ?

1 Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly.

Corio. Kindly, Sir, I pray let me ha't: I have wounds
to ſhew you, which ſhall be yours in private: your good
Voice, Sir, what ſay you ?

2 Cit. You ſhall ha't, worthy Sir.

Corio. A match, Sir, there's in all two worthy Voices
begg'd: I have your Alms, Adieu.

3 Cit. But this is ſomething odd.

2 Cit. And 'twere to give again: but 'tis no matter.
Excunt. Enter two other Citizens.

Corio. Pray you now, if it may ſtand with the tune of
your Voices, that I may be Conſul, I have here the Cuffo-
mary Gown.

1. You have deſerved Nobly of your Country, and you
have not deſerved Nobly.

Corio. Your ſEnigma ?

1. You have been a ſcourge to her Enemies, you have
been a Rod to her Friends, you have not indeed loved
the Common People.

Corio. You should account me the more Virtuous, that
I have not been common in my Love; I will, Sir, flatter
my ſworn Brother, the People to earn a dearer elimi-
tation of them, 'tis a condition they account gentle: and ſtore
the wifdom of their choice, is rather to have my Hat,
than my Heart, I will practise the inflinuating nod, and be
off to them moſt counterfeity, that is, Sir, I will counter-
feit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it
bountiful to the deſires: Therefore, beſeech you, I may
be Conſul.

2. We hope to find you our Friend : and therefore give
you our Voices heartily.

1. You have received many wounds for your Coun-
trey.

Corio. I will not Seal your knowledge with ſhewing
them. I will make much of your Voices, and ſo trouble
you no farther.

Both. The Gods give you joy, Sir, heartily.

Corio. Moſt ſweet Voices :

Better it is to dye, better to ſtare;
Than crave the hire, which firſt we do deſerve.
Why in this Woolvih Gown ſhould I ſtand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needleſs Vouches? Cuffom calls me to't:
What Cuffom wills in all things, I should we do't ?
The Duſt on antique Time would lie unſwept,
And mountainous Error be too highly heaſt,
For truth to o're-peer. Rather than fool it ſo,
Let the high Office and the Honour go,
To one that would do thus. I am half through,
The one part ſuffer'd, the other will I do.

Enter three Citizens more.

Here come more Voices.

Your Voices ? for your Voices I have ſought,
Watch'd for your Voices : for your Voices, hear
Of Wounds, two dozen odd : Battels, thrice ſix
I have ſeen, and heard of : for your Voices,
Have done many things, ſome leſs, ſome more :
Your Voices ? indeed I would be Conſul.

1 Cit. He has done Nobly, and cannot go without any
honest Mans Voice.

2 Cit. Therefore let him be Conſul : the Gods give
him joy, and make him good Friend to the People.

All, Amen, Amen. God faveth thee, Noble Conſul.

Corio.

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "Corio. V Vorthy Voices.", "Enter Menenius, with Brutus, and Sicinius.", "Men. You have too'd your Limitation :\nAnd the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voice,\nRemains, that in th' Official Marks inwelt,\nYou anon do meet the Senate.", "Corio. Is this done ?", "Sicin. The Cuffom of Requeft you have diſt harg'd:\nThe People do admit you, and are ſummom'd\nTo meet anon upon your Approbation.", "Corio. Where ? at the Senate-houſe ?", "Sicin. There, Coriolanus.", "Corio. May I change theſe Garments ?", "Sicin. You may, Sir.", "Corio. That I ple ſtraight do : and knowing my ſelf again\nRepair to th' Senate-houſe.", "Men. Ple keep you company. Will you along ?", "Briu. We stay here for the People.", "Sicin. Fare you well.", "[Exeunt Coriol. and Men.", "He ha's it now : and by his Looks, methinks\n'Tis warm at's heart.", "Briu. With a proud heart he wore his humble Weeds:\nWill you diſt ſees the People ?", "Enter the Plebeians.", "Sicin. How now, my Maſters, have you chofe this man ?", "1 Cit. How, Sir, our Voices, he has, Sicin.", "Briu. We pray the Gods, he may deferve your loves.", "2 Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poor unworthy notice,\nHe moſt ſeem'd, when he begg'd our Voices.", "3 Cit. Certainly he flowed us down-right.", "1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of ſpèech, he did not moſt us.", "2 Cit. Not one among ſt, ſave your ſelf, but ſays", "He us'd us ſcornfully : he ſhould have ſhow'd us", "His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiv'd for's Country,", "Sicin. Why, ſo he did, I am ſure.", "All. No, no; no man law 'em.", "3 Cit. He faid he had Wounds,", "Which he could ſhow in private :", "And with his ſtate, thus waving it in ſcorn,", "I would be Conſul, ſays he : aged Cuſtom,", "But for your Voices, will not ſo permit me.", "Your Voices therefore : when we granted that,", "Here was, I thank you for your Voices, thank you", "Your moſt ſweet Voices : now you have left your Voices", "I have no further with you. Was not this Mockery ?", "Sicin. Why, either were you ignorant to ſee't ?", "Or feeing it, of ſuch Childſt friendlineſs,", "To yield your Voices ?", "Briu. Could you not have told him,", "As you were Ieſſon'd ; when he had no Power,", "But was a pretty Servant to the State,", "He was your Enemy, ever ſpake againſt", "Your Liberties, and the Charters that you bear", "Ith' Body of the Weal : and now arriving", "At place of Potency, and ſway o'th' State,", "If he ſhould ſtill malignantly remain", "Paſt Foe to th' Plebeii, your Voices might", "Be Curſes to your ſelves. You ſhould have ſaid,", "That as his worthy Deeds did claim no leſs", "Than what he ſood for : ſo his gracious Nature", "Would think upon you, for your Voices, and", "Tranſlate his Malice towards you, into Love,", "Standing your frien'dly Lord.", "Briu. Thus to have ſaid,", "As you were ſore-advis'd, had toucht his Spirit,", "And try'd his Inclination : from him pluckt,", "Either his gracious Promife, which you might", "Ascaſue had call'd you up, have held him to ;", "Or eſſe it would have gaſt his ſully Nature ;", "Which eafly endures not Article,", "Tying you to ought, ſo putting him to Rage,", "You ſhould have ta'ne th' advantage of his Choler,", "And paſſ'd him uneſtected.", "Briu. Did you perceive,", "He did ſolicit you in free Contempt,", "When he did need your Loves : and do you think,", "That his Contempt ſhall not be bruſing to you,", "When he hath Power to cruſh ? Why had your Bodies", "No Heart among you ? Or had you Tongues, to cry", "Againſt the Rectorſhip of Judgment?", "Sicin. Have you, e're now, deny'd the Asker :", "And now again, of him that did not ask, but mock,", "Beſlow your ſu'd-for Tongues ?", "3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet.", "2 Cit. And will deny him :", "1 Ple have five hundred Voices of that found.", "1 Cit. I twice five hundred, and their Friends, to piece 'em.", "Briu. Get you hence inſantly, and tell theſe Friends,", "They have chofe a Conſul, that will from them take", "Their Liberties, make them of no more Voice", "Than Dogs, that are as often beat for Barking,", "As therefore kept to do ſo.", "Sicin. Let them affemble : and on a ſafer Judgment,", "All revoke your ignorant Election : Enforce his Pride,", "And his old Hate unto you : beſides, forget not,", "With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed,", "How in his Suit he ſcorn'd you: but your Loves,", "Thinking upon his Services, took from you", "Th' apprehenſion of his preſent portance,", "Which moſt gibingly, ungravelly, he did ſaſhion", "After the inveterate Hate he bears you.", "Briu. Lay a fault on us, your Tribunes,", "That we labour'd (no impediment between)", "But that you muſt caſt your Election on him.", "Sicin. Say, you chofe him, more after our Commandment,", "Than as guided by your own true Aſfections, and that", "Your minds, pre-occupi'd with what you rather muſt do", "Than what you ſhould, made you againſt the grain", "To Voice him Conſul. Lay the fault on us.", "Briu. I, I fpare us not : Say, we read Lectures to you,", "How youngly he began to ſerve his Country,", "How long continued, and what ſlock he ſprings of,", "The Noble Houſe o'th' Martians : from whence came", "That Ancus Martius, Numa's Daughters Son:", "Who after great Hoftilius here was King,", "Of the fame Houſe Publius and Quintus were,", "That our beſt Water brought by Conduits hitherto,", "And Nobly nam'd, ſo twice being Cenfor,", "Was his great Anceſtor.", "Sicin. One thus ſcended,", "That hath beſide well in his perſon wrought,", "To be ſet high in Place, we did commend", "To your remembrances: but you have found,", "Scaling his preſent bearing with his paſt,", "That he's your ſixed Enemy; and revoke", "Your ſudden Approbation.", "Briu. Say, you ne're had don't,", "(Harp on that ſtill) but by our putting on :", {"bbox": [474, 1085, 817, 1105], "category": "Text",

The Tragedy of Coriolanus.

Bru. Why shall the People give
One that speaks thus, their Voice?
Corio. Ple give my Regons,
More worthy than their Voices. They know the Corn
Was not our recompence, refting well affur'd
They ne're did service for't; being preſt to th' War,
Even when the Navel of the State was touch'd,
They would not thred the Gates: This kind of Service
Did not deferve Corn Gratis. Being i'ch' War,
Their Mutinies and Revolts, wherein they ſhow'd
Moſt Valour, ſpoke not for them. Th' Accufation
Which they have often made againſt the Senate,
All cauſe unborn, could never be the Native
Of our ſo frank Donation. Well, what then?
How ſhall this Boſom-multiplied, diſeſt
The Senates courteſe? Let deeds expreſs
What's like to be their words. We did requeſt it,
We are the greater Pole, and in true fear
They gave us our demands. Thus we deſaſe
The Nature of our Seats, and make the Rabble
Call our Cares, Fears; which will in time
Break open the Locks o' th' Senate, and bring in
The Crows to peck the Eagles.
Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-mcaſure.
Corio. No, take more.

What may be ſworn by, both Divine and Human,
Seal what I end withal. This double worſhip,
Whereon part does diſdain with cauſe, the other
Inſult without all ſeafon; where Gentry, Title, Wifdom,
Cannot conclude, but by the Yea and No
Of general ignorance, it muſt omit
Real Neceflicities, and give way the while
To unſtable Slightneſs: purpofe fo barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpofe. Therefore, beſeech you,
You that will be ſeſ faſt, fearfull, than diſeereſt,
That love the Fundamental part of State
More than you doubt the change of't: that prefer
A Noble life, before a Long, and wifh,
To jump a Body with a dangerous Phyſick,
That's ſure of death without it: at once pluck out
The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not lick
The ſweet which is their poſſon. Your diſhonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the State
Of that Integrity which ſhould becom't:
Not having the power to do the good it would
Forth' ill which doth controul't.

Bru. H'as ſaid enough.
Sicin. H'as ſpoken like a Traytor, and ſhall anſwer
As Traytors do.
Corio. Thou Wretch, deſpight o're-whelm thee:
What ſhould the People do with theſe bald Tribunes?
On whom depending, their obediencie fails
To th' greater Bench, in a Rebellion:
When what's not meet, but what muſt be, was Law,
Then were they choſen: in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be ſaid it muſt be meet,
And throw their power i'ch' duſt.
Bru. Maniſeſt Treſaon.
Sicin. This a Conſul? No.

Enter an Œdile.

Bru. The Œdiles, ho; Let him be apprehended.
Sicin. Go call the People, in whoſe name my Self
Attach thee as a Traiterous Innovator:
A Foe to th' publick Weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine anſwer.
Corio. Hence old Goat.
All. We'll Surery him.
Corio. Ag'd Sir, hands off.
Corio. Hence rotten thing, or I ſhall ſhake thy bones
Out of thy Garments.
Sicin. Help me, Citizens.

Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with the Œdiles.

Men. On both ſides more reſpect.
Sicin. Here's he, that would take from you all your
power.
Bru. Seize him, Œdiles.
All. Down with him, down with him.
2 Senat. Weapons, Weapons, V Weapons:
[They all buſe about Coriolanus.

Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens: what hoc:
Sicinus, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens.
All. Peace, peace, peace, ſlay, hold, peace.
Men. V What is about to be ? I am out of Breath,
Conſuſion's near, I cannot ſpeak. You Tribunes
To th' People: Coriolanus, patience: ſpeak, good Sicinus.
Sicin. Hear me, People, peace.

All. Let's hear our Tribune: peace, ſpeak, ſpeak,
ſpeak.
Sicin. You are at point to ſove your Liberties:
Martius would have all from you; Martius,
V Vhom late you have nam'd for Conſul.

Men. Fie, ſie, ſie, this is the way to kindle, not to
quench.
Sena. To unbuild the City, and to lay all flat.
Sicin. V What is the City, but the People ?
All. True, the People are the City.

Bru. By the content of all, we were eſtabliſhed the
Peoples Magiſtrates.
All. You to remain.
Men. And ſo are like to do.
Com. That is the way to lay the City flat,
To bring the Roof to the Foundation,
And bury all, which yet diſtinctly ranges,
In heaps, and piles of ruin.
Sicin. This deſerves death.

Bru. Or let us ſtand to our Authority,
Or let us ſove it: we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o' th' People, in whoſe power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of preſent Death.
Sicin. Therefore lay hold of him:
Bear him to th' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into Deſtruction caſt him.

Bru. Œdiles ſeize him.
All Ple. Yield, Martius, yield.
Men. Hear me one word, 'befeech you Tribunes, hear
me but a word.
Œdiles. Peace, peace.
Men. Be that you ſeem, truly your Countries friend,
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redrefs.
Bru. Sir, thate cold ways,
That ſeem like prudent helps, are very poyſonous,
Where the diſeafe is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the Rock.
[Corio. draws his Sword.

Corio. No, Ple dye here:
There's ſome among you have beheld me fighting,
Cometry upon your ſelves, what you have ſeen me.
Men. Down with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw a
while.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.
Men. Help Martius, help you that be noble, help
him young and old.
All. Down with him, down with him.
[Exeunt.
[In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Œdiles, and
the People are bear in.

Corio. Go, get you to our Houſe: be gone, away,
All will be naughtie elfe.
2 Senat. Get you gone.
Com. Stand faſt, we have as many Friends as Enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that?

Senat. The Gods forbid:
1 prithée, noble Friend, home to thy houſe,
Leave

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "272", "Leave us to cure this Cauſe.", "Men. For 'tis a Sore upon us,", "You cannot Tent your ſelf: begone, 'befeech you.", "Com. Come Sir, along with us.", "Men. I would they were Barbarians, as they are,", "Though in Rome litter'd: not Romans, as they are not,", "Though calved i'th' Porch o'th' Capitol :", "Be gone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue,", "One time will owe another.", "Com. On fair ground, I could beat forty of them.", "Men. I could my ſelf take up a Brace o'th' beſt of them,\nyea, the two Tribunes.", "Com. But now 'tis odds beyond Arithmetick,", "And Manhood is call'd Fool'ry, when it ſtands", "Againſt a falling Fabrick. Will you hence,", "Before the Tag return, whoſe Rage doth rend", "Like interrupted waters, and o're-bear", "What they are us'd to bear.", "Men. Pray you be gone :", "I'le try whether my old Wit be in requeſt", "With thate that have but little: this muſt be patcht", "With Cloth of any Colour.", "Com. Nay, come away.", "[Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.", "Patri. This man has matr'd his Fortune.", "Men. His Nature is too noble for the World :", "He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident,", "Or Jove, for's power to thunder : his Heart's his Month :", "What his breast forges, that his tongue muſt vent,", "And being angry, does forget that ever", "He heard the name of Death.", "[A noife within.", "Here's goodly work.", "Patri. I would they were a-bed.", "Men. I would they were in Tyber.", "What the vengeance, could he not ſpeak 'em fair ?", "Enter Brutus, and Sicinius with the Rabble again.", "Sicin. Where is this Viper,", "That would depopulate the City, and be every man himself?", "Men. You worthy Tribunes.", "Sicin. He ſhall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock.", "With rigorous hands : he hath reſıſted Law,", "And therefore Law ſhall ſcorn him further Tryal", "Than the feverity of the Publick Power,", "Which he ſo ſets at nought.", "1 Cit. He ſhall well know the Noble Tribunes are", "The Peoples mouths, and we their hands.", "All. He ſhall ſure out.", "Men. Sir, Sir.", "Sicin. Peace.", "Men. Do not cry havock, where you ſhould but hunt", "With modeſt warrant.", "Sicin. Sir, how com'ſt that you have holt", "To make this refcue ?", "Men. Hear me ſpeak; As I do know", "The Conſuls worthineſs, ſo can I name his faults.", "Sicin. Conſul ? what Conſul ?", "Men. The Conſul Coriolanus.", "Bru. He Conſul ?", "All. No, no, no, no, no.", "Men. If by the Tribunes leave,", "And yours, good People,", "I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,", "The which ſhall turn you to no further harm,", "Than ſo much loſs of time.", "Sicin. Speak briefly then,", "For we are peremptory to dispatch", "This viſerous Traitor: to eject him hence", "Were but one danger, and to keep him here", "Our certain death : therefore it is decreed,", "He dies to night.", "Men. Now the good Gods forbid,", "That our Renowned Rome, whoſe gratitude", "Towards her deſerved Children, is enroll'd\nIn Joves own Book, like an unnatural Dam", "Should now eat up her own.", "Sicin. He's a Difeafe that muſt be cut away.", "Men. Oh, he's a Limb, that has but a Difeafe;\nMortal, to cut it off, to cure it, eafe.", "What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death?", "Killing our Enemies, the Blood he hath loſt", "(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,", "By many an Ounce) he dropt it for his Country:", "And what is left, to loſe it by his Country,", "Were tous all that do't, and ſuffer it\nA brand to th' end o'th' World.", "Sicin. This is clean kam.", "Bru. Meerly awry :", "When he did love his Country, it honour'd him.", "Men. The ſervice of the Foot", "Being once gangren'd, is not then reſpected", "For what before it was.", "Bru. We'll hear no more :", "Purſue him to his Houſe, and pluck him thence,", "Left his Inſection being of a catching nature,\nSpread further.", "Men. One word more, one word :", "This Tiger-footed-rage, when it ſhall find", "The harm of unskann'd (ſwiftneſs, will (too late)", "Tye Leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by Proceſſ,", "Left Parties (as he is belov'd) break out,", "And ſack great Rome with Romans.", "Bru. If it were ſo—", "Sicin. What do ye talk ?", "Have we not had a taſt of his Obedience?", "Our ſdiles ſmote, our ſelves reſiſted, come:", "Men. Conſider this: He has been bred i'th' Wars", "Since a could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd", "In boulted Language, Meal and Bran together", "He throws without diſtinction. Give me leave,", "I'le go to him, and undertake to bring him in peace,", "Where he ſhall anſwer by a lawful Form", "(In peace) to his muſtoſt peril.", "1 Sen. Noble Tribunes,", "It is the humane way: the other courſe", "Will prove too bloody, and the end of it", "Unknown to the beginning.", "Sic. Noble Senemius, be you then as the Peoples Oſſicer", "Maſters, lay down your Weapons.", "Bru. Go not home.", "Sic. Meet on the Market-place: we'll attend you there,", "Where, if you bring not Marius, we'll proceed", "In our firſt way.", "Men. I'le bring him to you.", "Let me deſire your company: he muſt come,", "Or what is worſt will follow.", "Sena. Pray you let's to him.", "[Exeunt amours.", "Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.", "Corio. Let them pull all about me Ears, pref

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273

Corio. Let's go.

Vol. You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving lefts to be so. Letter had been
The things of your dispositions, if
You had not flewd them how ye were dispos'd
Ere they lack'd power to crofs you.

Corio. Let them hang.

I, and burn too.

Enter Menenius with the Senators.

Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, something
toughough: you must return, and mend it.

Sen. There's no remedy,
Unless by not so doing, our good City
Cleave in the midft and perifh.

Volum. Pray be counſell'd ;

I have a Heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a Brain that leads my life of Anger
To better vantage.

Men. Well faid, Noble Woman :

Before he should thus STOOP to th' heart, but that
The violent fit o'th' time craves it as Phyſick
For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on,
Which I canScarcely bear.

Corio. What muſt I do ?

Men. Return to th' Tribunes.

Corio. Well, what then ? what then ?

Men. Repent what you have spoke.

Corio. For them ? I cannot do it to the Gods,
Muſt I then do't to them?

Volum. You are too abſolute,

Though therein you can never be too Noble,
But when extremities ſpeak. I have heard you ſay,
Honour and Policy, like unfever'd friends,
Ph't? War do grow together: Grant that, and tell me
In Peace, what each of them by th'other loſe,
That they combine not there?

Corio. Tuſh, tuſh.

Men. A good demand.

Volum. If it be Honour in your Wars, to ſeem
The fame you are not, which for your beſt ends
You adapt your Policy: How is it leſs or worſe
That it shall hold Companionſhip in Peace
With Honour, as in War; ſince that to both
It stands in like requeſt.

Corio. Why force you this ?

Volum. Because, that

Now it lies you on to ſpeak to th' People:
Not by your own inſtruction, nor by the matter
Which your Heart prompts you to, but with ſuch words
That are but roated in your Tongue:
Though but Baſtards, and Syllables
Of no allowance, to your boſoms truth.
Now, this no more diſhonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle words,
Which eſſe would put you to your Fortune, and
The hazard of much Blood.

I would diſtumble with my Nature, where
My Fortunes and my Friends at ſake, requir'd
I should do ſo in Honour. I am in this
Your Wife, your Son: theſe Senators, the Nobles,
And you, will rather ſhow our general Lowts,
How you can frown, than ſpend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves, and ſafeguard
Of what that want might ruine.

Men. Noble Lady,

Come go with us, ſpeak fair : you may falve ſo,
Not what is dangerous preſent, but the loſs
Of what is paſt.

Volum. I prithee now, my Son,
Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand,
And thus far having ſtretcht it (here be with them)
Thy Knee buſing the Stones: for in ſuch buſineſs
Action is eloquence, and the Eyes of th' ignorant
More learned than the ears, waving thy head,

Which often thus correcting thy ſtout heart,
Now humble as the ripeſt Mulberry,
That will not hold the handling: or ſay to them,
Thou art their Souldier, and being bred in broyts
Haſt not the ſoft way, which thou do'ſt confers
Were fit for thee to uſe, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thy ſelf (for ſooth) hereafter theirs ſo far,
As thou haſt power and perſon.

Men. This but done,

Even as ſhe ſpeaks, why their hearts were yours :
For they have Pardons, being ask'd, as free,
As words to little purpofe.

Volum. Prithee now,

Go and be rul'd: although I know thou hadſt rather
Follow thine Enemy in a Fiery Gulf,
Than flatter him in a Bower.

Enter Cominius.

Here is Cominius.

Com. I have been ?th? Market place, and Sir, 'tis fit,
You make strong party, or defend your ſelf
By calmneſs, or by abſence: all's in anger.
Men. Only fair ſpeech.

Volum. I think 'twill ſerve, if he can thereto frame his
Spirit.

Volum. He muſt and will:
Prithee now ſay you will, and go about it.
Corio. Muſt I go ſhow them my unbarb'd Sconce?

Muſt I with my bafe Tongue give to my Noble Heart
A Lye, that it muſt bear well? I will do't:
Yet were there but this ſingle plot, to loſe
This Mould of Martius, they to Duſt ſhould grind it,
And throw't againſt the Wind. To the Market place :
You have put me now to ſuch a part, which never
I ſhall diſcharge to th' Life.

Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you.

Volum. I prithee now, ſweet Son, as thou haſt faſſed

My praeſes made thee firſt a Souldier: ſo
To have my praeſe for this, performa part
Thou haſt not done before.

Corio. Well, I muſt do't:

Away my diſpoſition, and poſſeſs me
Some Harlots Spirit: my Throat of War be turn'd,
Which quier'd with my Drum into a Pipe,
Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin voice
That Babies lull a ſleep: The ſmiles of Knaves
Tent in my Cheeks, and School-boys Teares take up
The Glaſſes of my fight: A Beggars Tongue
Make motion through my Lips, and my Arm'd Knees
Who bow'd but in my Stirrop, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an Almes. I will not do't,
Left I ſurceafe to honour mine own Truth,
And by my Bodies Action, teach my Mind
A moſt inherent bafeſens.

Volum. At thy choice then:

To beg of thee, it is my more diſhonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruine, let
Thy Mother rather feel thy Pride, than fear
Thy dangerous Stoutneſs: For I mock at Death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift,
Thy Valiantneſs was mine, thou ſuck'ſt it from me :
But own thy Pride thy ſelf.

Corio. Pray be content:

Mother, I am going to the Market place:
Chide me no more. Ple Mountebank their Loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd
Of all the Trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my Wife, Ple return Conful,
Or never truſt to what my Tongue can do
P'th' way of Flattery further.

Volum. Do your Will.

[Exit Volumina.

Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: Arm your
To anſwer mildly: for they are prepar'd
With Accuſations, as I hear, more ſtrong

Than

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "274", "Than are upon you yet.", "*Corio.* The word is, Mildly. Pray you let us go,\nLet them accuse me by Invention : I\nWill anſwer in mine Honour.", "*Men.* I, but mildly.", "*Corio.* Well, mildly be it then, Mildly.", "[Exenunt.]", "*Enter Sicinius and Brutus.*", "*Bru.* In this Point charge him home, that he affects\nTyrannical Power : if he evade us there,\nInforce him with his envy to the People,\nAnd that the Spoil got on the *Antients*\nWas ne're diſtributed. What, will he come?", "*Enter an Œdile.*", "*Ædile.* He's coming.", "*Bru.* How accompanied ?", "*Ædil.* With old Menenius, and thofe Senators", "That always favour'd him.", "*Sicin.* Have you a Catalogue", "Of all the Voices that we have procur'd, let down by th'", "*Ædile.* I have : 'tis ready.", "(Pole-)", "*Sicin.* Have you collected them by Tribes?", "*Ædil.* I have : 'tis ready.", "*Sicin.* Afflèmble prefently the People hither:", "And when they hear me ſay, it ſhall be so,", "Pth' right and ſtrength o'th' Commons: be it either\nFor Death, for Fine, or for Banifhment, then let them,\nIf I ſay Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death,\nInfifting on the old Prerogative", "And power Pth' Truth o'th' Caufe.", "*Ædil.* I ſhall inform them.", "*Bru.* And when fuch time they have begun to cry,", "Let them not ceafe, but with a din confus'd,", "Inforce the preſent Execution", "Of what we chance to Sentence.", "*Ædil.* Very well.", "*Sicin.* Make them be ſtrong, and ready for this hint", "When we ſhall hap to giv't them.", "*Bru.* Go about it,", "Put him to Choler ſtreight, he hath been us'd", "Ever to conquer, and to have his worth", "Of Contradiction. Being once chaſt, he cannot", "Be rein'd again to Temperance ; then he ſpeaks", "What's in his heart, and that is there which looks", "With us to break his neck.", "*Enter Coriolanus, Meninius, and Cominius, with others.*", "*Sicin.* Well, here he comes.", "*Men.* Calmly, I do beſeech you.", "*Corio.* I, as an Hoftler, that for the pooreſt piece\nWill bear the Knave by th' Volume:", "Th' honour'd Gods", "Keep *Rome* in safety, and the Chairs of Juſtice", "Supplied with worthy men, plant love amongst you,\nThrough our large Temples, with the ſhews of Peace,\nAnd not our ſtreets with War.", "1 Sen. Amen, Amen.", "*Men.* A Noble wifh.", "*Enter the Ædile with the Plebeians.*", "*Sicin.* Draw near, ye People.", "*Ædile.* Lift to your Tribunes: Audience ;", "Peace, I ſay.", "*Corio.* First, hear me ſpeak.", "*Both Tri.* Well, ſay : Peace : ho.", "*Corio.* Shall I be charg'd no further than this preſent?", "Muſt all determine here?", "*Sicin.* I do demand,", "If you ſubmit you to the Peoples Voices,", "Allow their Officers, and are content", "To suffer lawful Cenſure for ſuch faults", "As ſhall be prov'd upon you ?", "*Corio.* I am content.", "*Mene.* Lo, Citizens, he ſays he is Content :", "The warlike Service he ha's done, confider; Think\nUpon the wounds his Body bears, which ſhew", "Like Graves i'th' Holy Church-yard.", "*Corio.* Scratches with Bryars, Scars to move\nLaughter only.", "*Men.* Confider further :", "That when he ſpeaks not like a Citizen,", "You find him like a Souldier : do not take", "His rougher Actions for malicious ſounds :", "But as I ſay, ſuch as become a Souldier,", "Rather than envy you.", "*Com.* Well, well, no more.", "*Corio.* What is the matter,", "That being paſt for Conſul with full Voice :", "I am ſo diſhonour'd, that the very hour", "You take it off again?", "*Sici.* Anſwer to us.", "*Corio.* Say then : 'tis true, I ought ſo.", "*Sici.* Wecharge you, that you have contriv'd to take", "From Rome all ſeafon'd Office, and to wind", "Your ſelf unto a Power Tyrannical,", "For which you are a Traytor to the People.", "*Corio.* How ? Traytor ?", "*Mene.* Nay, temperately : your promife.", "*Corio.* The Fires i'th' loweſt Hell, Fould in the People:", "Call me their Traytor, thou injurious Tribune.", "Within thine Eyes ſate twenty thouſand Deaths,", "In thy hands clutcht as many Millions, in", "Thy lying Tongue, both numbers, I would ſay", "Thou lyeſt unto thee, with a voice as free,", "As I do pray the Gods.", "*Sicin.* Mark you this, People?", "*All.* To th' Rock with him.", "*Sicin.* Peace :", "We need not put new Matter to his Charge :", "What you have feen him do, and heard him ſpeak,", "Beating your Officers, curſing your ſelves,", "Oppofing Laws with ſtroaks, and here defying", "Thofe whole ſgreat power muſt try him,", "Even this ſo Criminal, and in ſuch Capital kind,", "Deſerves th' extreameſt death.", "*Bru.* But ſince he hath ſerv'd well for *Rome*—", "*Corio.* What do you prate of Service ?", "*Bru.* I talk of that, that know it.", "*Corio.* You ?", "*Men.* Is this the promife that you made your *Mother*?", "*Com.* Know, I pray you.", "*Corio.* I'le know no farther :", "Let them pronounce the ſleep Tarpeian death,", "Vagabond exile, Fleaing, pent to linger", "But with a grain a day, I would not buy", "Their Mercy, at the price of one fair word,", "Nor check my Courage for what they can give,", "To hav't with ſaying, Good morrow.", "*Sicin.* For that he ha's", "(As much as in him lies) from time to time", "Envy'd againſt the People ; feeking means", "To pluck away their Power ; as now at laſt,", "Given Hoftile ſtroaks, and that not in the preſence", "Of dreaded Juſtice, but on the Minifters", "That do diſtribute it. In the name o'th' People,", "And in the power of us the Tribunes, we", {"bbox": [729, 1241, 1009, 1261], "category": "Text",

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*Com.* Let me speak :

I have been Conful, and can fly from *Rome*,
Her Enemies marks upon me. I do love
My Countries good, with a respect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
My dear Wives eftimate, her wombs encreafe,
And treasure of my Loyns : then if I would
Speak that—

*Sicin.* We know your drift. Speak what?

*Bru.* There's no more to be said, but he is banifh'd
As Enemy to the People, and his Country.
It fhall be so.

*All.* It fhall be so, it fhall be so.

*Corio.* You common cry of Curs, whose breath I hate,
As reek o' th' rotten Fenns : whose Loves I prize,
As the dead Carkasses of unburied Men,
That do corrupt my Air : I banifh you,
And here remain with your uncertainty.

Let every feeble Rumour fhake your Hearts :
Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes
Fan you into defpair : Have the power fill
To banifh your Defenders, till at length
Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
Making but refervation of your ſelves,
Still your own Foes) deliver you
As molft abated Captives, to ſome Nation
That won you without blows, deſpising
For you the City. Thus I turn my back ;
There is a World eſtwhere.

*They all Shout, and throw up their Caps.*

*Ædite.* The Peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.

*All.* Our Enemy is banifh'd, he is gone. Hoo, hoo,
Sicin. Go fee him out at Gates, and follow him

As he hath follow'd you, with all deſpight,
Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a Guard
Attend us through the City.

*All.* Come, come, lets fee him out at the Gates, come.
The Gods preferve our Noble Tribunes, come. [Exeunt]

*Tis fond to wail inevitable ſtrokes,
As ?tis to laugh at ?em. My Mother, you wot well
My hazards ſtill have been your folace, and
Believ't not lightly, though I go alone,
Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fen
Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen : Your Son
Will or exceed the Common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and praſtice.

*Volum.* My firſt Son,

Whither will you go ? Take good Cominius
With thee a while ; determine on ſome Courſe
More than a wild exſpofure, to each chance
That ſtarts i' th' way before thee.

*Corio.* O the Gods !

*Com.* Ple follow thee a Month, devife with thee
Where thou haſt reſt, that thou may'ſt hear of us,
And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth
A caufe for thy Repeal, we haſt not ſend
O're the vaſt world, to ſeek a ſingle man,
And loſe advantage, which doth ever cool
P'th' abſence of the needer.

*Corio.* Fare ye well :

Thou haſt years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the Wars ſurfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruſ'd : bring me but out at Gate.
Come my fweet Wife, my deareſt Mother, and
My Friends of Noble touch : when I am forth,
Bid me Farewel, and ſmile. I pray you, come :
While I remain above the ground, you haſt
Hear from me ſtill, and never of me ought
But what is like me formerly.

*Men.* That's worthily

As any ear can hear, Come, let's not weep,
If I could ſhake off but one ſeven years
From theſe old Arms and Legs, by the good Gods
I'd with thee every foot.

*Corio.* Give me thy hand, come.

[Exeunt.]

*Enter the two Tribunes Sicinius and Brutus, with the Ædile.*

*Sicin.* Bid them all home, he's gone : and we'll no further,
The Nobility are vexed, whom we fee have ſided
In his behalf.

*Bru.* Now we have ſhewn our Power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.

*Sicin.* Bid them home, ſay their great Enemy is gone,
And they ſtand in their antient ſtrength.

*Bru.* Difmiſs them home. Here comes his Mother.

*Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.*

*Sicin.* Let's not meet her.

*Bru.* Why ?

*Sicin.* They ſay, ſhe's mad.

*Bru.* They have ta'ne note of us : keep on your way.

*Volum.* Oh y'are well met :

Th' hoorden plague o' th' Gods requite your love.

*Men.* Peace, peace, be not so loud.

*Volum.* If that I could for weeping, you ſhould hear,
Nay, and you ſhall hear ſome. Will you be gone ?

*Virg.* You ſhall ſtay too : I would I had the power
To ſay so to my Husband.

*Sicin.* Are you Mankind ?

*Volum.* I Fool, is that a ſhame ? Note but this Fool,
Was not a man my Father ? Had'ſt thou Foxſhip
To banifh him that ſtruck more blows for Rome
Than thou haſt ſpoken words.

*Sicin.* Oh bleſſed Heavens !

*Vol.* More noble Blows, than ever thou wife Words.
And for Rome's good, I'le tell thee what, yet go ;
Nay, but thou haſt ſtay too : I would my Son
Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him,
His good Sword in his hand.

*Sicin.*

## Actus Quartus.

*Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome.*

*Cor.* Come, leave your Tears: a brief farewel : the Beat
With many heads butts me away. Nay, Mother,
Where is your ancient Courage ? You were us'd
To ſay, Extremity was the trier of Spirits,
That common chances common men could bear,
That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike
Shew'd Maſterſhip in floating. Fortunes blows,
When molſt ſtruck 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! O Heavens !

*Corio.* Nay, I prithee woman.

*Vol.* Now the Red Peſtility ſtrike all Trades in Rome,
And Occupations perſih.

*Corio.* What, what, what :

I ſhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, Mother,
Reſume that Spirit, when you were went to ſay,
If you had been the Wife of *Hereules*,
Six of his Labours you'l'd have done, and ſav'd
Your Husband ſo much Sweat. Cominius,
Droop not, Adieu: Farewel my Wife, my Mother,
Ile do well yet. Thou old and true Menzennius,
Thy Tears are falter than a younger Man,
And venomous to thine Eyes. My (fometime) General,
I have feen thee ſtern, and thou haſt oft beheld
Heart-hardning ſpectacles. Tell theſe ſad women,

["The Tragedy of Coriolanus.", "277", "3. A marv'llous poor one.", "Corio. True, so I am.", "3. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up some other flation, here's no place for you, pray you avoid : Come.", "Corio. Follow your Function, go and batten on cold bits.", "[Pifies him away from him.", "3. What, you will not ? Prithee tell my Mafter, what a\nftrange Gueft he has here.", "2. And I fhall.", "3. Where dwell? What thou ?", "Corio. Under the Canopy.", "3. Under the Canopy ?", "Corio. I.", "3. Where's that?", "Corio. I'ph' City of Kites and Crows.", "3. I'ph' City of Kites and Crows. What an Aſſ it is,\nthen thou dwell? What with Daws too ?", "Corio. No, I ferve not thy Mafter.", "3. How, Sir, do you meddle with my Maſter ?", "Corio. I, 'tis an honefter Service, than to meddle with thy Mifteſs: Thou prat'ſt, and prat'ſt, ſerve with thy trencher : Hence.", "[Beats him away.", "Enter Aufidius with a Servingman.", "Auf. Where is this Fellow ?", "2. Here, Sir, I'd have beaten him like a Dog, but for diſburbing the Lords within.", "(Name ?", "Auf. Whence com'ſt thou ? What would'ſt thou ? Thy Why ſpeak? What not ? Speak man : what's thy Name ?", "Corio. If, Tullus, not yet thou know'ſt me, and feeing me, doſt not think me for the Man I am, neceflity commands me name my Self.", "Auf. What is thy Name ?", "Corio. A Name unmuſical to the Volſcians Ears,\nAnd harſh in found to thine.", "Auf. Say, what's thy Name ?", "Thou haſt a grim appearance, and thy Face\nBears a Command in't: Though thy Tackle's torn,\nThou ſhew't a Noble Veſſel: What's thy Name ?", "Corio. Prepare thy brow to frown : know'ſt thou me yet ? Auf. I know thee not ; thy Name ?", "Corio. My Name is Caius Martius, who hath done", "To thee particularly, and to all the Volſcies,\nGreat hurt and miſchief: thereto witneſs may", "My Sir-name, Coriolanus. The painful Service,\nThe extream Dangers, and the drops of Blood", "Shed for thy thankleſs Country are required :", "But with that Sirname, a good memory", "And witneſs of the Malice and Difpleaſure", "Which thou could'ſt bear me, only that Name remains.", "The Cruelty and Envy of the People,", "Permitted by our daſtard Nobles, who", "Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reſt :", "And ſuffer'd me by th' voice of Slaves to be", "Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,", "Hath brought me to thy Hearth, not out of hope", "(Mifſake me not) to fave my Life : for if", "I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'ph' World", "I would have voided thee. But in meer ſpight", "To be full quit of thofe my Banifhers,", "Stand I before thee here: Then if thou haſt", "A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge", "Thine own particular wrongs, and ſtop thofe maims", "Of flame feen through thy Country, ſpeed thee ſtraight", "And make my miſery ſerve thy turn : So uſe it,", "That my revengeful Services may prove", "As benefits to thee. For I will fight", "Against my Cankred Country, with the ſpleen", "Of all the under Friends. But if ſo be,", "Thou dar'dt not this, and that to prove more Fortunes", "Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I alſo am", "Longer to live moſt weary, and preſent", "My Throat to thee, and to thy ancient Malice :", "Which not to cut, would ſhow thee but a Fool,", "Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,", "Drawn Tuns of Blood out of thy Countries Breaſt,", "And cannot live but to thy flame, unleſſ", "It be to do thee Service.", "Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius,", "Each word thou haſt ſpoke, hath weeded from my Heart", "A root of Antient Envy. If Jupiter", "Should from yon Cloud ſpeak divine things,", "And ſay, 'tis true: I'de not believe them more", "Than thee, all-Noble Martius. Let me twine", "Mine Arms about that Body, where againſt", "My grained Aſh an hundred times hath broke,", "And ſcar'd the Moon with Splinters: here I cleep", "The Anvile of my Sword, and do conteſt", "As hotly and as nobly with thy Love,", "As ever in Ambitious ſtrength, I did", "Contend againſt thy Valour. Know thou firſt,", "I lov'd the Maid I married: never Man", "Sigh'd truer Breath. But that I fee thee here,", "Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt Heart,", "Than when I firſt my wedded Mifteſs ſaw", "Befrid my Threſhold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee,", "We have a Power on foot: and I had purpofe", "Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawn,", "Or Iſe mine Arm for't: Thou haſt beat me out", "Twelve ſeveral times, and I have nightly ſince", "Dream't of Encounters 'twixt thy ſelf and me:", "We have been down together' in my Sleep,", "Unbuckling Helms, fitting each others Throat,", "And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,", "Had we no Quarrel eſſe to Rome, but that,", "Thou art thence banifh'd, we would muſter all", "From twelve to ſeventy: And pouring War", "Into the Bowels of ungrateful Rome,", "Like a bold Flood o're-beat. Oh come, go in;", "And take our Friendly Senators by th' Hands,", "Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,", "Who am prepar'd againſt your Territories,", "Though not for Rome it ſelf.", "Corio. You bleſſe me, Gods.", "Auf. Therefore, moſt abſolute Sir, if thou wilt have", "The leading of thine own Revenges, take", "Th' one half of my Commiffion, and fet down", "As beſt thou art experienc'd, ſince thou know'ſt", "Thy Countries ſtrength and weakneſs, thine own waies", "Whether to knock againſt the Gates of Rome,", "Or rudely viſit them in parts remote,", "To fright them, e're deſtroy. But come in,", "Let me commend thee firſt to thofe that ſhall", "Say yea to thy deſires. A thouſand welcomes,", "And more a Friend, than e're an Enemy,", "Yet, Martius, that was much. Your hand: moſt welcome.", "[Execut.]", "Enter two of the Servingmen.", "1. Here's a ſtrange alteration.", "2. By my hand, I had thought to have ſtrucken him with a Cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his cloaths made a falſe report of him.", "1. What an Arm he has, he turn'd me about with his Finger, and his Thumb, as one would fet up a Top.", "2. Nay, I knew by his Face, that there was ſomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of Face methought. I cannot tell how to term it.", {"bbox": [4

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2. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for
the Defence of a Town, our General is excellent.

1. I, and for an Affault too.

Enter the third Servingman.

3. Oh Slaves, I can tell you News, News, you Rascals :

Both. What, what, what ? Let's partake.

3. I would not be a Roman of all Nations ; I had as
Lieve a condemn'd Man.

Both. Wherefore ? Wherefore ?

3. Why here's he that was wont to thwack our General,
Catus Martius.

1. Why do you say, thwack our General ?

3. I do not say thwack our General, but he was always good enough for him.

2. Come, we are Fellows and Friends: he was ever too
hard for him, I have heard him say so himself.

1. He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth
on't before Coriolus; he scotcht him, and notcht him like
a Carbonado.

2. And he had been Cannibally given, he might have
boy'd and eaten him too.

1. But more of thy News.

3. Why he is so made on here within, as if he were
Son and Heir to Mars, set at upper end o'th' Table: No
Quelltion askt him by any of the Senators, but they stand
bald before him. Our General himself makes a Miftres
of him, Sanctifies himself with's Hand, and turns up the
white o'th' Eye to his discourshe. But the bottom of the
News is, our General is cut i'th' middle, and but one half
of what he was yefterday. For the other has half by
the intreaty and grant of the whole Table. He'll go, he
fays, and folow the Porter of Rome Gates by't Ears. He
will mow all down before him, and leave his paflage
poul'd.

2. And he's as like to do't, as any Man I can imagine.

3. Do't, he will do't: for look you, Sir, he has as many Friends as Enemies: which Friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) they themselves (as we term it) his Friends, whil't he's in Directitude.

1. Directitude ? What's that ?

3. But when they shall fee, Sir, his Creft up again, and
the man in Blood, they will out of their Burroughs (like
Conies after Rain) and revel all with him.

1. But when goes this forward?

3. To morrow, to day, prefently, you shall have the
Drum firuck up this afternoon: 'Tis as it were a parcel
of their Feaft, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2. Why then we shall have a firring World again:
This Peace is worth nothing, but to ruff Iron, encreafe
Taylors, and breed Ballad-makers.

1. Let me have War, say I, it exceeds Peace, as far as
day does night, it's fprightly walking, audible, and full
of Vent. Peace is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mulPd,
deaf, sleepy, infenible, a getter of more Baftard Chil-
dren, than Wars a deſtroyer of Men.

2. 'Tis fo, and as Wars in fome fort may be faid to be a
Ravilher, ſo it cannot be denied, but Peace is a great ma-
ker of Cuckolds.

1. I, and it makes Men hate one another.

3. Reafon, becaufe they then leſs need one another :
The Wars for my Money. I hope to fee Romans as cheap as
Volfeians. They are riling, they are riling.

Both. In, in, in, in.

[Exeunt.]

Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius and Brutus.

Sicin. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him,
His remedies are tame, the prefent Peace,
And Qui neſts of the People, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his Friends
Bluſh, what the World goes well: who rather had,
Though they themselves did ſuffer by't, behold
Difficulous numbers peltring fleets, than fee
Our Trades-men Singing in their Shops, and going

About their Functions friendly.

Enter Menenius.

Bru. We ſtood to't in good time. Is this Menenius?

Sicin. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown molt kind of late:

Hail, Sir. Men. Hail to you both.

Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not much mift, but with his
Friends: the Common-wealth doth stand, and ſo would
do, were he more angry at it.

Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if
he could have temporiz'd.

Sicin. Where is he, hear you ?

Men. Nay, I hear nothing :

His Mother and his Wife hear nothing from him.

Enter three or four Citizens.

All. The Gods preferye you both.

Sicin. Good-e'en, Neighbours.

Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all.

1 Our Selves, our Wives, and Children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.

Sicin. Live, and thrive.

Bru. Farewell, kind Neighbours:

We wifht Coriolanus had lov'd you, as we did.

All. Now the Gods keep you.

Both Tri. Farewell, farewel.

[Ex. Citizens.]

Sicin. This is a happier, and more comely time,
Than when thefe Fellows ran about the fleets,
Crying, Confusion.

Bru. Catus Martius was

A worthy Officer i'th' War, but Inſolent,
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious paſt all thinking,
Self-loving.

Sicin. And affecting one ſole THRONE, without allſtance.

Men. I think not ſo.

Sicin. We ſhould by this to all our Lamentation,
If he had gone forth Conful, found it ſo.

Bru. The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits ſafe and ſtill without him.

Enter Edile.

Edile. Worthy Tribunes,

There is a Slave, whom we have put into Prifon,
Reports the Volſeies with two ſeveral Powers
Are entred in the Roman Territories,
And with the deepest malice of the War,
Destroy what lies before'em.

Men. 'Tis Anſidius,

Who hearing of our Martius's Banifhment,
Thruſts forth his Horns again into the World,
Which were In-ſhell'd, when Martius ſtood for Rome,
And durſt not once peep out.

Sicin. Come, what talk you of Martius?

Bru. Go fee this Rumourer whipt, it cannot be,
The Volſeies dare break with us.

Men. Cannot be ?

We have Record, that very well it can,
And three Examples of the like have been
Within my Age. But Reaſon with the Fellow
Before you puniſh him, where he heard this,
Left you ſhall chance to whip your Information,
And beat the Meſſenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be Dreaded.

Sicin. Tell not me: I know this cannot be.

Bru. Not poffible.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. The Nobles in great earneſtneſs are going
All to the Senate-houſe: ſome News is coming
That turns their Tenſatures.

Sicin. 'Tis this Slave :

Go whip him before the Peoples Eyes: His raiſing,
Nothing but his report.

Mef. Yes, worthy Sir,

The Slaves report is ſeſected, and more,
More fearful is deliver'd.

Sicin. What more fearful ?

Mef. It is ſpoke freely out of many mouths,

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How probable I do not know, that *Martius*
Joyn'd with *Aufidius*, leads a Power 'gainst Rome,
And vows Revenge as fpanious, as between
The young? It and oldeft thing.

*Sicin.* This is moft likely.

*Bru.* Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may with
Good *Martius* home again.

*Sicin.* The very trick on't.

*Men.* This is unlikely,

He and *Aufidius* can no more atone
Than violent? It Contrariety.

*Enter Melfinger.*

*Mef.* You are fent for to the Senate :
A fearful Army, led by *Cains* *Martius*,
Associated with *Aufidius's* Rages
Upon our Territories, and have already
O're-born their way, confum'd with Fire, and took
What lay before them.

*Enter Cominius.*

*Com.* Oh, you have made good work.

*Men.* What news? What news?

*Com.* You have holf to ravifh your own Daughters, and
To melt the City Leads upon your pates,
To fee your Wives diſhonour'd to your Nofes.

*Men.* What's the news? What's the news?

*Com.* Your Temples burned in their Cement, and
Your Franchifes, whereon you ſtood, confin'd
Into an Augers bore.

*Men.* Pray now the news?

*You have made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news?*
*If *Martius* ſhould be joyn'd with *Volſcians*.*

*Com.* If ? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
Made by ſome other Deity than Nature,
That ſhapes man better: and they follow him
Againſt us Brats, with no leſs Confidence,
Than Boyes purfuing Summer Butter-flies,
Or Butchers killing Flies.

*Men.* You have made good work,

*You and your Apron-men: you, that ſtood ſo much
Upon the voice of occupation, and
The Breath of Garlick-eaters.*

*Com.* He'll shake your *Rome* about your Ears.

*Men.* As *Hercules* did ſhake down mellow Fruit :
You have made fair work.

*Bru.* But is this true, Sir ?

*Com.* I, and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the Regions
Do ſmilingly revolt, and who reſifts
Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
And perih confiant Fools: who is't can blame him ?
Your Enemies and his find ſomething in him.

*Men.* We are all undone, unleſſs

The Noble man have Mercury.

*Com.* Who ſhall ask it ?

The Tribunes cannot do't for ſhame; the People
Deferve ſuch pity of him, as the Wolf
Does of the Shepherds: For his beſt Friends, if they
Should ſay, be good to *Rome*, they charg'd him even
As that ſhould do that had deſerv'd his hate,
And therein ſlew'd like Enemies.

*Me.* 'Tis true, if he were putting to my Houſe, the brand
That ſhould confume it, I have not the Face
To ſay, beſeech you caſe. You have made fair hands,
You and your Crafts, you have crafted fair.

*Com.* You have brought

A trembling upon *Rome*, ſuch as was never
S'incapable of help.

*Tri.* Say not, we brought it.

*Men.* How ? Was't we ? We lov'd him,
But like Beaſts, and Cowardly Nobles,
Gave way unto your Cluſters, who did hoot
Him out o'th' City.

*Com.* But I fear

They'll roar him in again.

*Tullus Aufidius,*

The ſecond Name of Men, obeys his points
As if he were his Officer: Deſperation,
Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
That *Rome* can make againſt them.

*Enter a Troop of Citizens.*

*Men.* Here come the Cluſters.

And is *Aufidius* with him ? You are they
That made the Ayr unwholfome, when you caſt
Your ſtincking, greaſie Caps, in hooting
At *Coriolanus* Exile. Now he's coming,
And not Hair upon a Souldiers Head
Which will not prove a whip: As many Coxcombes
As you threw Caps up, will he tumble down,
And pay you for your Voices. Tis no matter,
If he could burn us all into one Coal,
We have deſerv'd it.

*Omnes.* Faith, we hear fearful News.

*1 Cit.* For mine own part,

When I faid banifh him, I faid 'twas pity.

2. And ſo did I.

3. And ſo did I; and to ſay the truth, ſo did very ma-
ny of us, that we did, we did for the beſt: and though we
willingly conſented to his Banifhment, yet it was againſt
our will.

*Com.* ?are goodly things: you Voices !

*Men.* You have made you good work,

You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol ?

*Com.* Oh I, what eſſe ?

[Exeunt both.

*Sicin.* Go, Maſters, get you home, be not diſmaſd,

Theſe are a Side, that would be glad to have

This true, which they ſo ſeem to fear. Go home,

And ſhew no ſign of Fear.

1 Cit. The Gods be good to us: Come, Maſters, let's
home, I ever faid we were i'th' wrong, when we banifh'd
him.

2 Cit. So did we all, but come, let's home.

[Ex. Cit.

*Bru.* I do not like this News.

*Sicin.* Nor I.

*Bru.* Let's to the Capitol: would half my wealth
Would buy this for a Lye.

*Sicin.* Pray lets go.

[Exeunt Tribunes.

*Enter Aufidius with his Lieutenant.*

*Auf.* Do they ſtill ſlie to th' *Roman* ?

*Lieu.* I do not know what Witchcraft's in him: but
Your Souldiers uſe him as the grace'fore Meat,
Their talk at Table, and their Thanks at end,
And you are darkned in this action, Sir,
Even by your own.

*Auf.* I cannot help it now,
Unleſſs by uſing means I lame the Foot
Of our deſign. He bears himſelf more proudly,
Even to my Perſon, than I thought he would
When firſt I did embrace him. Yet his Nature
In that's no Changeling, and I muſt excufe
What cannot be amended.

*Lieu.* Yet I wíth, Sir,
(I mean for your particular) you had not
Joyn'd in Commiflion with him: but either have born
The action of your ſelf, or eſſe to him had left it ſolely.

*Auf.* I understand thee well, and be thou ſure,
When he ſhall come to his account, he knows not
What I can urge againſt him, although it ſeems
And ſo he thinks, and is no leſſ apparent
To th' vulgar Eye, that he bears all things fairly,
And ſhews good Husbandry for the *Volſcian* State,
Fights Dragon-like, and does atchieve as ſoon
As draw his Sword: yet he hath left undone
That which ſhall break his Neck, or hazard mine,
When e're we come to our account.

*Lieu.* Sir, I beſeech you, think you he'll carry *Rome* ?

*Auf.* All places yield to him e're he fits down,
And the Nobility of *Rome* are his :

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The Senators and Patricians love him too :
The Tribunes are no Souldiers: and their People
VWill be as rafh in the repeal, as hafty
To expel him thence. I think he'll be to *Rome*,
A, is the Asfpray to the Filh, who takes it
By Soveraigntty of Nature. Firft, he was
A Noble Servant to them, but he could not
Carry his Honours even: whether 'twas Pride
VWhich out of daily Fortune ever taints
The happy Man; whether defect of Judgment,
To fail in the diſpofing of thofe Chances
VWhich he was Lord of: or whether Nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From th? Gask to th? Cuffion: but commanding Peace
Even with the fame auſterity and garb,
As he controll'd the VVar. But one of theſe,
(As he hath ſpices of them all) not all,
For I dare ſo far free him, made him fear'd,
So hated, and ſo banilh'd: but he has a Merit
To choak it in the utt'rance: So our Virtues,
Lie in th'interpretation of the time,
And Power into it ſelf moſt commendable,
Hath not a Tomb ſo evident as a Chair
T'extol what it hath done.
One Fire drives out one Fire; one Nail, one Nail;
Rights by rights ſouler, ſtrengths by ſtrengths do fail.
Come let's away: when, *Caius, Rome* is thine,
Thou art poor 'it of all, then ſhortly art thou mine.

[Ex.

Actus Quintus.

Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, the two Tribunes, with others.

Men. No, I'le not go: you hear what he hath faid
VWhich was sometime his General: who loved him
In a moſt dear particular. He call'd me Father:
But what o'that? Go you that banilh'd him
A mile before his Tent, fall down and kneel
The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd
To hear Cominius ſpeak, I'le keep at home.
Com. He would not ſeem to know me.
Men. Do you hear?
Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name:
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. Coriolanus,
He would not anſwer to: Forbad all Names,
He was a kind of Nothing, Titleleſs,
Till he had ſorg'd himſelf a Name o'th'Fire
Of burning Rome.

Men. Why, ſo: you have made good work :
A pair of Tribunes, that have wrack'd for *Rome*,
To make Coals cheap: A Noble memory.
Com. I minded him, how Royal 'twas to pardon
When it was leſs expected. He reply'd,
It was a bare Petition of a State
To one whom they had punilh'd.

Men. Very well, could he ſay leſs?
Com. I offered to awaken his regard
For his private Friends. His anſwer to me was
He could not ſlay to pick them, in a pile
Of noyfome muſty Chaff. He ſaid, 'twas folly
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt
And ſkill to noſe th' offence.
Men. For one poor grain or two?

Men. Nay, pray be patient: If you refuse your aid
In this ſo never-needed help, yet do not
Upbraid's with our diſtrefs. But ſure if you

Would be your Countries Pleader, your good Tongue
More than the inſtant Army we can make

Might ſtop our Country-man.

Men. No: I'le not meddle.

Sicin. Pray you go to him.

Men. What ſhould I do ?

Brut. Only make tryal what your Love can do
For *Rome*, towards *Martius*.

Men. Well, and ſay that *Martius* return me,
As Cominius return'd, unheard: what then?
But as a diſcontented Friend, grief ſhot
With his unkindneſs. Say't be ſo ?

Sicin. Yet your good will

Muſt have that thanks from *Rome*, after the meaſure
As you intended well.

Men. I'le undertake't:
I think he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip,
And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.
He was not taken well, he had not din'd,
The Veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
We powt upon the Morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have ſuſt
These Pipes, and theſe Conveyances of our blood
With Wine and feeding, we have ſuppler Souls
Than in our Priſt-like Faſts: therefore I'le watch him
Till he be dieted to my requeſt,
And then I'le ſet upon him.

Bru. You know the very Rode into his kindneſs,
And cannot loie your way.

Men. Good faith, I'le prove him,
Speed how it will. I ſhall e're long have knowledge
Of my ſuccefs.

Com. He'll never hear him.

Sicin. Not?

Com. I tell you, he does ſit in Gold, his Eye
Red as'twould burn *Rome*: and his Injury
The Goaler to his Pity. I kneel'd before him,
'Twas very faintly he ſaid, Rife: diſmift me
Thus with his ſpeechleſs hand. What he would do
He tent in writing after me: what he would not,
Bound with an Oath to yield to his Conditions:
So that all hope is vain, unleſs his Noble Mother,
And his Wife (who as I hear) mean to ſolicite him
For Mercy to his Country: therefore let's hence,
And with our fair intreaties haſte them on.

[Exeunt]

[Exeunt]

Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard,

1 Wat. Stay: whence are you?

2 Wat. Stand, and go back.

Men. You guard like men, 'tis well. But by your leave
I am an Officer of State, and come to ſpeak with Coriolanus.

1. From whence?

Men. From *Rome*.

1. You may not paſs, you muſt return: our General
will no more hear from thence.

2. You'll ſee your *Rome* embrac'd with Fire, before
You'll ſpeak with Coriolanus,

Men. Good my Friends,

If you have heard your General talk of *Rome*,
And of his Friends there, it is Lots to Blanks,
My Name hath toucht your Ears: it is Menenius.

1. Be it ſo, go back: the virtue of your Name
Is not here paffable.

Men. I tell thee, Fellow,

Thy General is my Lover: I have been
The Book of his good Acts, whence Men have read
His Fame unparallel'd, happily ampliſed:
For I have ever verified my Friends,
(Of whom he's Chief) with all the ſize that verity
Would without lapſing ſuffer: Nay, fometimes,
Like to a Bowl upon a ſubtil ground

I have tumbled paſt the throw: and in his praſe
Have (almoſt) itampt the Leafing. Therefore, Fellow,
I muſt have leave to paſs.

1. Faith,

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1. Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pafs here: no, though it were as virtuous to lye, as to live chaflyt. Therefore go back.

Men. Prithee, Fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always Facionable on the party of your General.

2. Howfever you have been his Lyar, as you fay you have; I am one that telling true under him, muft fay you cannot pafs. Therefore go back.

Men. Has he din'd, can't thou tell? For I would not ſpeak with him, till after Dinner.

1. You are a *Roman*, are you?
Men. I am, as thy General is.

1. Then you ſhould hate *Rome*, as he does. Can you, when you have puſht out your Gates the very Defender of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, given your Enemy your Shield, think to front his Revenges with the earle groans of Old Women, the Virginal palms of your Daughters, or with the palled interceſſion of ſuch a decay'd Dotard, as you ſeem to be? Caſ you think to blow out the intended Fire, your City is ready to flame in, with ſuch weak breath as this? No, you are deceiv'd, therefore back to *Rome*, and prepare for your Execution: you are Condemn'd, our General has ſworn you out of Reprieve and Pardon.

Men. Sirrah, if the Captain knew I were here, He would uſe me with Eſtimation.

1. Come, my Captain knows you not.

Men. I mean thy General.

1. My General cares not for you. Back, I ſay, go: left I let forth your half pint of Blood. Back, that's the utmoſt of your having, back.

Men. Nay, but Fellow, Fellow.

Enter Coriolanus with Aufidus.

Corio. What's the matter ?

Men. Now you, Companion: I ple fay an Errant for you: you ſhall now know that I am in Eſtimation: you ſhall perceive, that a Jack-gardant cannot Office me from my Son Coriolanus, gueſs but my entertainment with him: if thou ſtand'it not i'th'State of Hanging, or of ſome death more long in Speſtatorship, and Crueller in ſuffering, beſhold now prefently, and ſwoon for what's to come upon thee. The glorious Gods ſit in hourly Synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worſe than thy old Father Menenius does. O my Son, my Son' thou art preparing Fire for us: look thee, here's Water to quench it. I was hardly mov'd to come to thee: but being affruleſed none but my ſelf could move thee, I have been blown out of our Gates with ſighs, and conjure thee to pardon *Rome*, and thy petitionary Countrymen. The good Gods affwage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this Varlet here: This, who like a Block hath denied my Acces to thee.

Corio. Away.

Men. How ? Away ?

Corio. Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affairs are fervant to others: Though I owe

My Revenge properly, my Remission lies
In *Volfeian* Breaths. That we have been familiar,

Ingrate forgetfulneſs ſhall poifon rather
Than pity: Note how much, therefore be gone.

Mine Ears againſt your Suits are ſtronger than
Your Gates againſt my Force. Yet for I loved thee,

Take this along, I writ it for thy ſake,
And would have ſent it. Another word, Menenius,

I will not hear thee ſpeak. This Man, Aufidus,
Was my belov'd in *Rome*: yet thou behold'ſt—

Aſſ. You keep a conſtant temper.
Corio. Manent the Guard and Menenius.

[Exeunt.

1. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius ?
2. 'Tis a ſpelf you ſee of much Power :

You know the way home again.

1. Do you hear how we are ſhent for keeping your greatneſs back ?

2. What caufe do you think I have to ſwoon ?

Men. I neither care for th' World, nor your General: for ſuch things as you, I can ſcare think there's any, y'are ſo flight. He that hath a will to dye by himſelf, ſears it not from another: Let your General do his worſt. For you, be that you are, long; and your miſery increafe with your Age. I ſay to you, as I was faid to, Away. [Exit.

1. A Noble Fellow, I warrant him.

2. The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock, the Oak not to be wind-flaken. [Exit Watch.

Enter Coriolanus and Aufidus.

Corio. We will before the Walls of *Rome* to morrow Set down our Holt. My Partner in this Action, You muſt report to th' *Volfeian* Lords, how plainly I have born this Bufneſs.

Auf. Only their Ends you have reſpected.

Stopt your Ears againſt the general Suit of *Rome*:

Never admitted a private whisper, no not with ſuch Friends That thought them ſure of you.

Corio. This laſt old man,

Whom with a crack'd Heart I have ſent to *Rome*,
Lov'd me, above the meaſure of a Father,

Nay, Godded me indeed. Their lateſt refuge,
Was to ſend him, for whose Love I have

(Though I hew'd ſow'rly to him) once more offer'd

The firſt Conditions which they did reſufe,

And cannot now accept, to grace him only,

That thought he could do more: A very little

I have yielded to. Freſh Embaſſes, and Suits,

Nor from the State, nor private Friends hereafter

Will I lend Ear to. Ha ? what ſhout is this ? [Shout within,

Shall I be tempted to inſfringe my Vow

In the fame time ?is made ? I will not.

Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, young Martius, with
Attendants.

My Wife comes formoſt, then the honour'd Mould

Wherein this Trunk was fram'd, and in her hand

The Grand-child to her blood. But our Affection,

All bond and privilege of Nature break ;

Let it be Virtuous to be Obſtinate.

What is that Curt'ſie worth ? Or that ſoves Eyes,

Which can make Gods forſworn ? I melt, and am not

Of ſtronger Earth than others: my Mother bows,

As if *Olympus* to a Mole-hill ſhould

In ſupplication nod: to and my young Boy

Hath an ſpeſt of interceſſion, which

Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the *Volfeian*

Plough *Rome*, and harrow *Italy*, I'le never

Be ſuch a Golling to obey Inſtinct: but ſtand

As if a man were Author of himſelf, and knew no other kin.

Virgil. My Lord and Husband.

Corio. Theſe Eyes are not the fame I wore in *Rome*.

Virg. The ſorrow that delivers us thus chang'd,

Makes you think fo.

Corio. Like a dull Actor now, I have ſorged my part,
And I am out, even to a full difgrace. Beſt of my Fleſh,

Forgive my Tyranny, but do not ſay,

For that forgive our *Romans*. O a kifs

Long as my Exile, ſweet as my Revenge!

Now by the jealous Queen of Heaven, that kifs

I carried from thee, Dear ; and my true Lip

Hath Virgin'd it e're ſince. You Gods, I pray,

And the moſt Noble Mother of the World

Leave unſaluted: Sink my knee i'th' Earth ;

Of thy deep duty, more impreſſion ſhow

Than that of common Sons.

Volum. O ſtand up bleſt !

Whil'th with no ſoffer Cuffion than the ſlent

I kneel before thee, and unproperly

Shew Duty as miſtaken, all this while,

Between the Child and Parent.

Corio. What's this? your knees to me?

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To your Corrected Son ?

Then let the Pebbles on the hungry Beach
Fillop the Stars : Then, let the mutinous Winds
Strike the proud Cedars' gainst the fiery Sun :

Murd'ring impoffibility, to make

What cannot be, flight work.

Volum. Thou art my Warrior, I hope to frame thee,
Do you know this Lady ?

Corio. The Noble Sifter of Publicola;
The Moon of Rome, Chaft as the Ille
That's curdied by the Froſt from pureſt Snow,
And hangs on Dian's Temple: Dear Valeria.

Volum. This is a poor Epitome of yours,
Which by th' interpretation of full time,
May ſhow like all your ſelf.

Corio. The God of Souldiers,
With the conſent of ſupream Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with Noblenefs, that thou maſt prove
To ſhame unvulnerable, and ſtrike i'th' Wars
Like a great Sea-mark ſtanding every ſlaw,
And ſaving thofe that eye thece.

Volum. Your knee, Sirrah.

Corio. That's my brave Boy.
Volum. Even he, your Wife, this Lady, and my ſelf,
Are Suiters to you.

Corio. I beſeech you, Peace :
Or if you'd ask, remember this before ;
The thing I have forſworn to grant, may never
Be held by you denial. Do not bid me
Difmifs my Souldiers, or Capitulate
Again with Romes Mechanicks. Tell me not
Wherein I ſeem unnatural : Difeire not t'allay
My Rages and Revenges, with your colder Reaſons.

Volum. Oh, no more: no more:
You have faid you will not grant us any thing :

For we have nothing eſle to ask, but that

Which you deny already : yet we will ask,

That if you fail in our requeſt, the blame

May hang upon your hardneſs, therefore hear us.

Corio: Anſidius, and you, Volſeies, mark, for we'll
Hear nought from Rome in private. Your requeſt ?

Volum. Should we be ſilent and not ſpeak, our Raiment
And ſtate of Bodies would bewray what Life
We have led ſince thy Exile. Think with thy ſelf,
How more unfortunate than living Women
Are we come hither ; ſince that thy fight, which ſhould
Make our Eyes flow with Joy, Hearts dance with Comforts,
Conſtrains them weep, and ſhake with Fear and Sorrow,
Making the Mother, Wife, and Child to ſee,
The Son, the Husband, and the Father tearing
His Countries Bowels out : and to poor we,
Thine Enmity's moſt Capital : Thou barr't it us
Our Prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy. For how can we?

Alas ! how can we, for our Country pray,

Whereeto we are bound ? together with thy Victory,
Whereeto we are bound ? Alack, or we muſt loſe
The Country, our dear Nurſe, or eſle thy Perfon
Our comfort in the Country. We muſt find

With Manacles through our Streets, or eſle
Triumphantly tread on thy Countries ruine,
And bear the Palm, for having bravely ſhed
Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my ſelf, Son,
I purpofe not to wait on Fortune, till

Theſe Wars determine : If I cannot perſuade thee
Rather to ſhow a Noble grace to both parts
Than ſeek the end of one; thou ſhalt no ſooner
March to affaiff thy Country, than to tread
(Truſt to't, thou ſhalt not) on thy Mothers Womb
That brought thee to this World.

Virg. I, and mine, brought you forth this Boy,

To keep your Name living to time.

Boy. A ſhall not tread on me : Ile run away
Till I am bigger, but then I'le fight.

Corio. Not of a Womans tenderneſs to be
Requires nor Child, nor Womans Face to ſee:
I have fate too long.

Volum. Nay, go not from us thus :
If it were ſo, that our Requeſt did tend
To ſave the Romans, thereby to deftroy
The Volſeies whom you ſerve, you might condemn us,
As poyſonous of your Honour. No, our Suit
Is that you reconcile them : While the Volſeies
May ſay, this Mercy we have ſhow'd; the Romans,
This we receiv'd, and each in either ſide
Give the All-hail to thee, and cry, be bleſſ.
For making up this Peace. Thou know'ſt (Great Son)
The end of War's uncertain; but this certain,
That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou haſt thereby reap, is ſuch a Name,
Whofe Repetition will be dogg'd with Curſes :
Whofe Chronicle thus writ, The Man was Noble,
But with his laſt Attempt, he wip'd it out,
Deftroy'd his Country, and his Name remains
To th'infuſing Age, abhor'd. Speak to me, Son :
Thou haſt affected the five ſtrains of Honour,
To imitate the Graces of the Gods.

To tear with Thunder the wide Checks o'th' Air,
And yet to change thy Sulphur with a Bouſt,
That should but rive an Oak. Why do't not ſpeak?
Think'ſt thou it Honourable for a Noble man
Still to remember Wrongs ? Daughter, ſpeak you:
He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, Boy,
Perhaps thy Childſhneſs will move him more
Than can our Reaſons. There is no Man in the World
More bound to'ther Mother, yet here he lets me prate
Like one i'th' Stocks. Thou haſt never in thy Life,
Shew'd thy dear Mother any curſeſe,
When ſhe (poor Hen) fond of no ſecond Brood,
Has cluck'd thee to the Wars, and safely home
Loaden with Honour. Say my Requeſt's unjuſt,
And ſpurn me back : But if it be not ſo,

Thou art not Honeſt, and the Gods will plague thee
That thou reſtrain't from me the Duty, which
To a Mothers part belongs. He turns away :
Down Ladies : Let us ſhame him with our Knees,
To his Sir-name, Coriolanus, 'longs more Pride,
Than Pity to our Prayers. Down : and end,
This is the laſt. So, we will home to Rome,
And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's
This Boy, that cannot tell what he would have,
But kneels, and holds up Hands for Fellowship,
Does reaſon our Petition with more ſtrength,
Than thou haſt to deny't. Come, let us go :

This Fellow had a Volſeian to his Mother :

His Wife is in Coriolus, and his Child

Like him by chance : yet give us our diſpatch :
I am huſt until our City be aſſire, and then I'le ſpeak a little.
[Holds her by the hand, ſleut.

Corio. O Mother, Mother !
What have you done ? Behold, the Heavens do cye
The Gods look down, and this unnatural Scene
They laugh at. Oh, my Mother, Mother : Oh !
You have won a happy Victory to Rome.
But for your Son, believe it, Oh believe it,
Moſt dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
If not moſt mortal to him. But let it come :
Anſidius, though I cannot make true Wars,
I'le frame convenient Peace. Now, good Anſidius,
Were you in my ſlead, would you have heard
A Mother leſs ? Or granted leſs, Anſidius ?

Auf. I was mov'd withal.

Corio. I dare be ſworn you were :
And, Sir, it is no little thing to make
Mine Eyes to ſweat Compaffion. But (good Sir,)

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What Peace you'l make, advife me: For my part,
I'le not to Rome, I'le back with you, and pray you
Stand to me in this Caufe. O Mother ! Wife !

Auf. I am glad thou haft thy Mercy, and thy Honour
A difference in thee: Out of that Ile work
My self a former Fortune.

Corio. I, by and by ; but we will drink together :
And you shall bear

A better witness back, than words, which we
On like Conditions, will have counter-feal'd.

Come enter with us: Ladies, you deferve

To have a Temple built you : All the Swords

In Italy, and her Confederate Arms

Could not have made this Peace.

Enter Menenius and Sicinius.

Me. See you yond 'Coin o'th' Capitol, yond' Corner stone?

Sicin. Why, what of that ?

Men. If it be poffible for you to displace it with your
little Finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome, eſpè-
cially his Mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there
isno hope in't, our Throats are ſentene'd, and stay upon
Execution.

Sicin. Is't poffible, that ſo ſhort a time can alter the
condition of a Man.

Men. There is difference between a Grub and a But-
terfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub : this Martinis is
grown from Man to Dragon: He has wings, he's more
than a creeping thing.

Sicin. He lov'd his Mother dearly.

Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his
Mother now, than an eight years old Horſe. The tartneſs
of his Face fours ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moves
like an Engine, and the ground ſhrinks before his Trea-
ding. He is able to pierce a Corſet with his Eye: Talks
like a Knell, and his hum is a Battery. Heſtins in his State
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done is
ſinifh'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God, but
Eternity, and a Heaven to THRone in.

Sicin. Yes, Mercy, if you report him truly.

Men. I paint him in the Charaſter. Mark what Mercy
his Mother ſhall bring from him: There is no more Mer-
cy in him, than there is Milk in a Male-Tyger, that ſhall
our poor City find : and all this is long of you.

Sicin. The Gods be good unto us.

Men. No, in ſuch a case the Gods will not be good
unto us. When we banilh'd him, we reſpected not them :
and he returning to break our Necks, they reſpect not us.

Enter a Messengër.

Mef. Sir, if you'd fave your Life flye to your Houſe,
The Plebians have got your Fellow Tribune,
And hale him up and down; all ſwearing, if
The Roman Ladies bring not Comfort home,
They'l give him death by Inches.

Enter another Messengër.

Sicin. What's the News?

Mef. Good News, good News, the Ladies have prevail'd,
the Volſcians are dilſo'd, and Martinis gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not th' expulſion of the Tarquins.

Sicin. Friend, art thou certain this is true?

Is't moſt certain ?

Mef. As certain as I know the Sun is Fire :
Where have you lurk'd that you make doubt of it ?
Ne're through an Arch ſo hurried the blown Tide,
As the recomforted through th' gates. Why, hark you.

The Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beat, altogether.
The Trumpets, Sac-kucks, Pſalteries, and Fifes,
Tabors, and Cymbals, and the ſhouting Romans
Make the Sun dance. Hark you.

Men. This is good News :

I will go meet the Ladies. This Volumina

Is worth of Conſuls, Senators, Patricians,

A City full: Of Tribunes, ſuch as you,

A Sea and Land full: you have pray'd well to day:

This Morning, for ten thouſand of your Throats,
Pd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy.

Sound ſtill with the Shouts.

Sicin. First, the God's bleſs you for your Tidings :
Next, accept my thankſulneſs.

Mef. Sir, we have all great cauſe to give great thanks.

Sicin. They are near the City ?

Mef. Almoſt at point to enter.

Sicin. We'll meet them, and help the joy.

[Exeunt.]

Enter two Senators, with Ladies paffing over the Stage with
other Lords.

Senat. Behold our Patroneſs, the life of Rome:

Call all your Tribes together, praife the Gods,

And make Triumphant Fires, itrew Flowers before them:
Unhoot the noife that banilh'd Martinis ;

Repeal him, with the welcome of his Mother:

Cry welcome, Ladies, welcome.

All. Welcome Ladies, welcome.

[Exeunt.]
[A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets.

Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.

Auf. Go tell the Lords o'th' City, I am here:

Deliver them this Paper : having read it,

Bid them repair to th' Market-place, where I

Even in theirs, and in the Commons Ears,

Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuſe

The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and

Intends t'appear before the People, hoping

To purge himself with words. Diſpatch.

Enter three or four Conſpirators of Aufidius's Faſtion.

Moft welcome.

1 Con. How is it with our General ?

Auf. Even fo, as with a Man by his own Alms impoy-
fon'd, and with his Charity ſlain.

2 Con. Moſt Noble Sir, if you do hold the fame intent,
Wherein you wifh'd us Parties: We'll deliver you
Of your great danger.

Auf. Sir, I cannot tell,

We moſt proceed as we do find the People.

3 Con. The People will remain uncertain, whilſt
'Twixt you there's difference : but the fall of either
Makes the Survivor Heir of all.

Auf. I know it :

And my preſext to ſtrike at him admits

A good Conſtruction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd

Mine Honour for his Truth : who being ſo heighten'd,
He watered his new Plants with dews of Flattery,

Seducing ſo my Friends: and to this end,

He bow'd his Nature, never known before,

But to be rough, unſwayable, and free.

3 Con. Sir, his ſoutneſs

When he did ſtand for Conſuſ, which he loſt
By lack of ſtooping.

Auf. That I would have spoke of:
Being banilh'd for't, he came unto my Hearth,
Prefented to my Knife his Throat : I took him,
Made him joynt-ſervant with me: Gave him way
In all his own defines : Nay, let him chufe
Out of my Files, his Projects to accompliſh,
My beſt and freheſt Men, ſerv'd his Deſignments
In mine own Perſon : hop'd to reap the Fame
Which he did make all his ; and took ſome Pride
To do my ſelf this wrong; till at the laſt,
I ſeem'd his Follower, not Partner ; and
He wag'd me with his Countenance, as if
I had been Mercenary.

1 Con. So he did, my Lord:
The Army marvell'd at it, and in the laſt,
When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd

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For no leſs Spoil, than Glory—

Auf. There was it:

For which my finews ſhall be ſtretcſt upon him:
At a few drops of Womens Rheum, which are
As cheap as Lies, he fold the Blood and Labour
Of our great Action; therefore ſhall he dye,
And I'le renew me in his fall. But hark.

[Drums and Trumpets found, with great
flouts of the People.

1 Con. Your Native Town you enter'd like a Poſt,
And had no Welcomes home, but he returns
Splitting the Air with noyſe.

2 Con. And patient Fools,

Whofe Children he hath ſlain, their bafe throats tear
With giving him Glory.

3 Con. Therefore at your vantage,

E're he exprefs himſelf, or move the People
With what he would ſay, let him feel your Sword:
Which we will ſecond, when he lies along,
After your way. His Tale pronounc'd ſhall bury
His Reaſons, with his Body.

Auf. Say no more, here come the Lords.

Enter the Lords of the City.

All Lords. You are moſt welcome home.

Auf. I have not deliv'rd it.

But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perſu'd
What I have written to you?

All. We have.

1 Lord. And grieve to hear't

What faults he made before the laſt, I think
Might have found eafe Fines: But there to end
Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our Levies, anſwering us
With our own charge, making a Treaty, where
There was a yielding; this admits no excufe.

Auf. He approaches, you ſhall hear him.

Enter Coriolanus marching with Drum and Colours, the
Commons being with him.

Corio. Hail Lords, I am return'd, your ſouldier:
No more infected with my Countries love,
Than when I parted hence, but ſubſiſting
Under your great Command. You are to know,
That profouſely I have attempted, and
With bloody paſſage led your Wars, even to
The Gates of Rome: Our spoils we have brought home
Doth more than Counterpoife a full third part
The charges of the Action. We have made peace
With no leſs Honour to the Amiates,
Than ſhame to th' Romans. And we here deliver
Subſcrib'd by th' Conſuls, and Patricians,
Together with the Seal o' th' Senate, what
We have Compounded on.

Auf. Read it not, Noble Lords,

But tell the Traytor in the highelt degree
He hath abus'd your Powers.

Corio. Traytor ? How now ?

Auf. I, Traytor, Martius.

Corio. Martins?

Auf. I, Martius, Cajus Martius: Do't thou think
I'le grace thee with that Robbery, thy ſtoln name
Coriolanus in Coriolus?

You Lords and Head o' th' State, perſidiously
He has betray'd your buſineſs, and given up
For certain drops of Salt, your City Rome,
I ſay your City, to his Wife and Mother,
Breaking his Oath and Refolution like
A twill of rotten Silk; never admitting
Counſel o' th' War: but at his Nurſes Tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your Viſtory,
That Pages bluſh'd at him, and Men of heart

Look'd wond'ring each at others.

Corio. Hear'ft thou, Mars ?

Auf. Name not the God, thou Boy of Tears.

Corio. Ha ?

Auf. No more.

Corio. Meaſureleſs Lyar, thou haſt made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy ? O Slave,
Pardon me, Lords, 'tis the firſt time that ever
I was for'd to ſcould. Your Judgements, my grave Lords,
Muſt give this Cur the Lye: and his own Notion,
Who wears my ſtripes impreſt upon him, that
Muſt bear my beating to his Grave, ſhall joyn
To thraſt the Lye unto him.

1 Lord. Peace both, and hear me ſpeak.

Corio. Cut me to pieces, Volſeies, Men and Lads,
Stain all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound:
If you have writ your Annals true, 'tis there,
That like an Eagle in a Dove-coat, I
Flutter'd your Volſeians in Coriolus.
Alone I did it, Boy !

Auf. Why, Noble Lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind Fortune,
Which was your ſhame, by this unholy Braggart?
'Fore your own Eyes and Ears?

All Con. Let him dye for't.

All People. Tear him to pieces, do it prefently:
He kill'd my Son, my Daughter, he kill'd my Couſin
Marcus, he kill'd my Father.

2 Lord. Peace, hoe: no out-rage, peace:
The Man is Noble, and his Fame folds in
This Orb o' th' Earth: His laſt Offences to us
Shall have Judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Corio. O that I had him, with fix Aufidiuſſes, or more:
His Tribe to uſe my lawful Sword.

Auf. Infolent Villain.

All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill him.

Draw both the Conſpirators, and kill Martius, who ſels,
and Aufidius ſtands on him.

Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.

Auf. My Noble Maſters, hear me ſpeak.

1 Lord. O, Tullus.

2 Lord. Thou haſt done a deed, whereat
Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him, Maſters, all be quiet,
Put up your Swords.

Auf. My Lords,

When you ſhall know, (as in this Rage
Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
Which this mans Life did owe you, you'l rejoyce
That he is thus cut off. Pleaſe it your Honours
To call me to your Senate, I'le deliver
My ſelf your Loyal Servant, or endure
Your heaviet Cenſure.

1 Lord. Bear from hence his Body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the moſt Noble Coarſe, that ever Herald
Did follow to his Urn.

2 Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame:
Let's make the beſt of it.

Auf. My Rage is gone,
And I am ſtruck with Sorrow: Take him up:
Help three o' th' chiefest ſouldiers; I'le be one.
Beat thou the Drum that it ſpeak mournfully:
Trail your ſeel Pikes. Though in this City he
Hath widowed and unchildeſt many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the Injury,
Yet he ſhall have a Noble memory. Aſſult.

[Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius.
Sounded.

A dead March.

THE

The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.

Victorious in thy mourning Weeds:
Loe as the Bark that hath difcharg'd her Fraught,
Returns with precious lading to the Bay,
From whence at firſt the weigh'd her Anchorage:
Cometh Andronicus bound with Laurel Boughs,
Tore-falute his Country with his Tears,
Tears of true Joy for his return to Rome,
Thou great Defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend,
Romans, of five and twenty Valiant Sons,
Half of the number that King Priam had,
Behold the Poor remains alive and dead!
Theſe that Survive, let Rome reward with Love:
Theſe that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their Anceſtors.
Here Gothes have given me leave to ſkeath my Sword:
Titus unkind, and carelesſ of thine own,
Why ſuffer it thou thy Sons unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful ſhore of Styx ?
Make way to lay them by their Brethren.

[They open the Tomb.

There greet in ſilence as the dead are wont,
And ſleep in peace, ſlain in your Countries Wars:
O facred receptacle of my Joys,
Sweet Cell of Virtue and Nobility,
How many Sons of mine haſt thou in ſfore,
That thou wilt never render to me more?
Luc. Give us the proudeſt Prisifer of the Gothes,
That we may hew his Limbs, and on a Pile,
Ad manes fratrum, Sacrifice his Fleſh,
Before this Earthly prifon of their Bones,
That ſo the ſhadows be not unappec'd,
Nor we diſturb'd with Prodigies on Earth.

Tit. I give him you, the Nobleft that ſurvives,
The Eldeſt Son of this diſtrefſed Queen.

Tam. Stay, Roman Brethren, gracious Conquerour,
Victorious Titus, pity the Tears I ſhed,
A Mothers Tears in paffion for her Son:
And if thy Sons were ever dear to thee,
Oh think my Sons to be as dear to me.
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,
To beautiſe thy Triumphs, and return
Captive to thee, and to thy Roman Yoak;
But muſt my Sons be lauſtred in the Streets,
For Valiant doings in their Countries Caufe ?
O ! If to fight for King and Common-weal,
Were Piety in thine, it is in theſe:
Andronicus, ſlain not thy Tomb with blood.

Tit. Patient your ſelf, Madam, and pardon me.
Theſe are the Brethren, whom you Gothes behold
Alive and dead, and for their Brethren ſlain,
Religiously they ask a Sacrifice.

To this your Son is markt, and die he muſt.
To appeaſe their groaning ſhadows that are gone.

Luc. Away with him, and make a Fire ſtreight.
And with our Swords upon a Pile of Wood,
Let's hew his Limbs till they be clean consum'd.

[Exeunt Sons with Alarbus.

Tam. O cruel irreligious Piety.
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppoſe me, Scythia, to ambitious Rome,
Alarbus go to reſt, and we ſurvive,
To tremble under Titus' threatening looks,
Then, Madam, ſtand refolv'd, but hope withall,
The ſelf-fame Gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy,
With opportunity of ſharp Revenge
Upon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
May favour Tamora, the Queen of Gothes,
(When Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was Queen)
To quit the bloody Wrongs upon her Foes.

Enter the Sons of Andronicus again.

Luc. See, Lord and Father, how we have performed
Our Roman Rites, Alarbus' Limbs are lopt,
And Intrals feed the sacrificing Fire,
Whole Smoke, like Incense doth perfume the Skye.
Remainth nought but to inter our Brethren,
And with loud Larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewel to their Souls.

Then Sound Trumpets, and lay the Coffins in the Tomb.

In Peace and Honour reſt you here, my Sons,
Romes readieſt Champions, repofe you here in reſt,
Secure from worldly Chances and Misnaps:
Here lurks no Treafon, here no Envy ſwells,
Here grow no damned Grudges, here no ſtorms,
No noife, but ſilence and Eternal ſleep:
In Peace and Honour reſt you here, my Sons.

Enter Lavinia.

Lav. In Peace and Honour, live Lord Titus long.
My Noble Lord and Father, live in Fame:
Loe at this Tomb, my tributary Tears
I render for my Brethrens Obſequies:
And at thy Feet I kneel with Tears of Joy
Shed on the Earth, for thy return to Rome.
O bleſs me here with thy victorious hand,
Whole Fortune Romes beſt Citizens applaud.

Tit. Kind Rome,
That haſt thus lovingly reſer'd
The Cordial of mine Age, to glad mine Heart,
Lavinia, live, out-livethy Fathers days:
And Fames Eternal date for Virtues praeſ.

Mar. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved Brother,
Gracious Triumpher in the Eyes of Rome.

Tit. Thanks, gentle Tribune,
Noble Brother Mareus.

Mar. And welcome Nephews from ſuſeſful Wars,
You that ſurvive, and you that ſleep in Fame:
Fair Lords, your Fortunes are all alike in all,
That in your Countreys Service drew your Swords.
But ſafer Triumph is his Funeral Pomp,
That haſpird to Solons happineſs,
And Triumphs over Chance in Honour's bed.
Titus Andronicus, the People of Rome,
Whofe Friend in Juſtice thou haſt ever been,
Send thee by me their Tribune, and their trauſ,
This Palliament of white and ſpotted Hue,
And name thee in Election for the Empire
With theſe our late deaſeſed Emperours Sons:
Be Candidates then, and put it on,
And help to fet a Head on headleſs Rome.

Tit. A better Head her Glorious body fits,
Than his that ſhakes for age and ſeeblenefs:
What ſhould I d'on this Robe and trouble you ?
Be choſen with Proclamations to day,
To morrow yield up Rule, reſign my Life,
And fet abroad new buſineſs for you all.
Rome, I have been thy ſouldier forty years,
And led my Countries ſtrength ſuſeſfully,
And buried one and twenty Valiant Sons,
Knighted in Field, ſlain manfully in Arms,
In Right and Service of their Noble Country:
Give me a ſtaff of Honour for mine Age,
But not a Scepter to controul the World,
Upright he held it, Lords, that held it laſt.

Mar. Titus, thou haſt obtained and ask the Empiry.
Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune, can't thou tell?

Titus. Patience, Prince Saturninus.

Sat. Romans, do me right.

Patricians draw your Swords, and ſkeath them not,
Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperour:

Andro.

["The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.", "*Andronicus*, would thou wert flipt to Hell,\nRather than rob me of the Peoples Hearts.", "*Luc. Proud Saturnine*, interrupter of the good\nThat Noble-minded Titus means to thee.", "*Tit. Content thee Prince*, I will restore to thee,\nThe Peoples Hearts, and wean them from themelves.", "*Bals. Andronicus*, I do not flatter thee,\nBut Honour thee, and will do till I die :\nMy Façon, if thou ftrengthen with thy Friends,\nI will moſt thankful be, and Thanks to men\nOf Noble minds is Honourable Meed.", "*Tit. People of Rome*, and Noble Tribunes here,\nI ask your Voices, and your Suffrages,\nWill you beſtow them friendly on Andronicus?", "*Tri. To gratiſe the good Andronicus*,\nAnd gratulate his ſafe return to Rome,\nThe People will accept whom he admits.", "*Tit. Tribunes*, I thank you, and this fit I make,\nThat you create our Emperours Eſdeft Son,\nLord *Saturnine*, whoſe Virtues will, I hope,\nReſelect on *Rome*, as Titans Rays on Earth,\nAnd ripen Juſtice in this Common-weal :\nThen if you will Elect by my advife,", "Crown him, and ſay, Long live our Emperour.", "*Mar. An.* With Voices and applaſe of every fort,\nPatricians and Plebeians, we Create", "Lord *Saturninus*, *Romes* Great Empourer.", "And ſay, Long live our *Emperour*, Saturnine.", "*[A long Flourſh till they come down.*", "*Sat. Titus Andronicus*, for thy Favours done,", "To us in my Election this day,\nI give thee thanks in part of thy Deferts,\nAnd will with deeds requite thy gentleneſs :\nAnd for an Onſet, *Titus*, to advance\nThy Name, and Honourable Family,\n*Lavinia* will I make my Empereſs,", "*Romes Royal Miftrefſs, Miltrefſs of my Heart,*", "And in the Sacred *Pantheon* her Eſpouſe :", "Tell me, *Andronicus*, doth this Motion pleafe thee ?", "*Tit. It doth, my worthy Lord*, and in this Match,\nI hold me highly Honour'd of your Grace,", "And here in fight of *Rome*, to *Saturnine*,", "King and Commander of our Common-weal,", "The wide Worlds Empourour, do I Conſeate", "My Sword, my Chariot, and my Prifoners,", "Prefents well worthy *Romes* ImperialLord.", "Receive them then, the Tribute that I owe,", "Mine Honours Enſignes humbled at my Feet.", "*Sat. Thanks Noble Titus*, Father of my Life,", "How proud I am of thee, and of thy Gifts,", "*Rome* ſhall record, and when I do forget", "The leaſt of theſe unſpeakable Deferts,", "*Romans* forget your Fealty to me.", "*Tit. Now, Madam, I am Prifoner to an Empourer*,\nTo him that for your Honour and your State,", "Will uſe you Nobly, and your Followers.", "*Sat. A goodly Lady*, truſt me of the Hue", "That I would chuſe, were I to chuſe a new :", "Cleer up, Fair Queen, that cloudy countenance,", "Though chance of War hath wrought this change of cheer,", "Thou com't not to be made a ſcorn in *Rome*:", "Princely ſhall be thy ſuſage every way.", "Reſt on my word, and let not diſcontent", "Daunt all your hopes: Madam, he comforts you,", "Can make your Greater than the Queen of *Gothes* ?", "*Lavinia*, you are not diſpleas'd with this ?", "*Lav. Not I*, my Lord, ſith true Nobility", "Warrants theſe words in Princely Courteſe.", "*Sat. Thanks, w feet *Lavinia*, *Romans*, let us go :*", "Ranſomeſſes here we fet our Prifoners free,", "Proclaim their Honours, Lords, with Trumpet and Drum.", "*Bafs. Lord Titus* by your leave this Maid is mine.", "*Tit. How, Sir ?* Are you in carneſt then, my Lord ?", "*Bafs. I, Noble Titus*, and reſolv'd withall,", "*Mar. Suum cuique*, is our *Roman* Juſtice :", "This Prince in Juſtice ſeith but his own.", "*Luc. And that he will, and ſhall, if *Lucius* live,*", "*Tit. Traytors, avant, where is the Emperours Guard ?*", "Treaſon, my Lord, *Lavinia* is ſurpris'd.", "*Sat. Surpris'd, by whom ?*", "*Bafs. By him that juſtly may*", "Bear his Betroſh'd from all the World away.", "*Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away.*", "And with my Sword I'le keep the door cloſe.", "*Tit. Follow, my Lord, and I'le ſoon bring her back,*", "*Mut. My Lord, you paſs not here.*", "*Tit. What Villain, Boy, barr'ſt me my way in Rome ?*", "*Mut. Help, *Lucius*, help.*", "*[He kills him.*", "*Lu. My L ORD, you are unjuſt, and more than ſo,*", "In wrongful Quarrel you have ſlain your Son.", "*Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any Sons of mine.*", "My Sons would never ſo diſhonour me.", "Traytor, reſtore *Lavinia* to the Empourer.", "*Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his V V life,*\nThat is another's lawful promis'd Love.", "*Enter aloſt the Empourour with Tamora, and her two Sons, and Aaron the Moor.*", "*Emp. No, Titus*, no, the Empourour needs her not,", "Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy ſtock :", "I'le truſt by leifure him that mocks me once,", "Thee never, nor thy Traiterous haughty Sons,", "Confederates all, thus to diſhonour me.", "Was there none eſſe in *Rome* to make a ſtale of\nBut *Saturnine* ? Full well, *Andronicus*", "Agree theſe Deeds, with that proud Brag of thine,", "That ſaid'ſt, I begg'd the Empire at thy hands.", "*Tit. O monſtrous, what reproachful words are theſe ?*", "*Sat. But go thy ways, go give that changing piece,*", "To him that flourif'd for her with his Sword :", "A Valiant Son in Law thou ſhalt enjoy :", "One, fit to bandy with thy lawleſs Sons,", "To ruffle in the Common-wealth of *Rome*.", "*Tit. Theſe words are Razors to my wounded Heart.*", "*Sat. And therefore, lovely *Tamora*, Queen of *Gothes*,*", "That like the ſtately Phœbe 'mongſt her Nymphs,", "Doſt over-ſhine the Gallant'ſt Dames of *Rome*,", "If thou beas'd with this my ſudden Choice,", "Behold I chuſe thee, *Tamora*, for my Bride,", "And will Create thee Empereſs of *Rome*.", "Speak, Queen of *Gothes*, doſt thou applaud my Choice ?", "And here I ſwear by all the *Roman* Gods,", "Sith Prieft and Holy-water are ſo near,", "And Tapers burn ſo bright, and every thing", "In readineſs for *Hymeneus* ſtand,", "I will not re-falute the Streets of *Rome*,", "Or climb my Palace, till from forth this place", "I lead eſpous'd my Bride along with me.", "*Tam. And here in fight of Heaven to *Rome* I ſwear,*", "If *Saturnine* advance the Queen of *Gothes*,", "She will a Hand-maid be to his deſires.", "A loving Nurſe, a Mother to his Youth.", "*Sat. Aſcent, Fair Queen,*", "Pantheon Lords, accompany", "Your Noble Empourour, and his lovely Bride,", "Sent by the Heavens for Prince *Saturnine*,", "Whofe VVifdom hath her Fortune Conquered,", "There ſhall we Confummate our Sponſal Rites.", "*[Exeunt omnes.*", "*Tit. I am not bid to wait

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In a bad quarrel flain a Vertuous Son.

Tit. No, foolifh Tribune, no: No Son of mine,
Nor thou, nor theſe Confederates in the deed,
That hath diſhonoured all our Family,
Unworthy Brother, and unworthy Sons.

Luc. But let us give him Burial as becomes.
Give Mutius Burial with our Brethren.

Tit. Traitors away, he reſts not in this Tomb:
This Monument five hundred years hath ſtood,
Which I have ſumptuouſly re-edified :
Here none but Souldiers, and Romes Servitors,
Repoſe in Fame: None bafely flain in Brawls.
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.

Mar. My Lord, this is Impiety in you,
My Nephew Mutius's deeds do plead for him,
He muſt be buried with his Brethren.

[Titus's two Sons ſpeak.

2 Sons. And ſhall, or him we will accompany.

Tit. And ſhall! What Villain was it ſpeak that word ?

[Titus's Son ſpeaks.

1 Son. He that would vouch it in any place but here.

Tit. What would you bury him in my deſpight ?

Mar. No, Noble Titus, but intreat of thee,

To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Tit. Marcus, even thou haſt ſtruck upon my Creſt,
And with theſe Boys mine Honour thou haſt wounded,
My Foes, I do repute you every one.

So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

1 Son. He is not himſelf, let us withdraw.

2 Son. Not I, till Mutius Bones be buried.

[The Brother and the Sons kneel.

Mar. Brother, for in that name doth Nature plead.

2 Son. Father, and in that Name doth Nature ſpeak.

Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the reſt will ſped.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Soul.

Luc. Dear Father, foul and ſubſtance of us all.

Mar. Suffer thy Brother Marcus to inter

His Noble Nephew here in Virtues neſt,
That died in Honour, and Lavinias Caufe.

Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous :
The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax

That flew himſelf: And Laertes Son

Did graciously plead for his Funerals :

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,

Be barr'd his entrance here.

Tit. Rife, Marcus, rife,

The diſmallſt day is this that e're I ſaw,
To be diſhonoured by my Sons in Rome:

Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

[They put him in the Tomb.

Luc. There lie thy Bones, ſweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with Trophies do adorn thy Tomb.

[They all kneel and ſay.

No Man ſhed tears for Noble Mutius.

He lives in Fame, that di'd in Virtues Caufe.

[Exit.]

Mar. My Lord, to ſtep out of theſe ſudden dumps,
How comes it that the ſubtle Queen of Gothes

Is of a ſudden thus advanc'd in Rome ?

Tit. I know not, Marcus: but I know it is,
(Whether by devife or no) the Heavens can tell,
Is the not then beholding to the man,

That brought her for this high good turn ſo far ?

Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.

Flourish. Enter the Emperour, Tamora, and her two Sons,
with the Moor at one Door. Enter at the other Door Balla-
nus and Lavinia with others.

Sat. So, Baffianus, you have plaid your prize,
God give you joy, Sir, of your Gallant Bride.

Baf. And you of yours, my Lord: I ſay no more,
Nor with no leſs, and ſo I take my leave.

Sat. Traitor, if Rome have Law, or we have Power,
Thou and thy Faction ſhall repent this Rape.

Baf. Rape call you it, my Lord, to ſeife my own,
My true betrothed Love, and now my Wife?

But let the Laws of Rome determine all,
Mean while I am poſſed of that is mine.

Sat. 'Tis good, Sir: you are very ſhort with us,
But if we live, we'll be as ſharp with you.

Baf. My Lord, what I have done, as I may,
Anſwer I muſt, and ſhall do with my Life,
Only thus much I give your Grace to know,
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

This Noble Gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd,
That in the reſcue of Lavinia,

With his own hand did ſlay his youngeſt Son,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath,
To be controll'd in that he frankly gave :

Receive him then to favour, Saturnine,

That hath expreſſ himſelf in all his deeds,

A Father and a Friend to thee, and Rome.

Tit. Prince Baffianus, leave to plead my Deeds,
'Tis thou, and theſe, that have diſhonour'd me,
Rome and the Righteous Heavens be my Judge,
How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine.

Tam. My worthy Lord, if ever Tamora

Were gracious in thofe Princely Eyes of thine,

Then hear me ſpeak indifferently for all :
And at my Suit (Sweet) pardon what is paſt.

Sat. What, Madam, be diſhonoured openly,
And SAFely put it up without Revenge?

Tam. Not ſo, my Lord,

The Gods of Rome fore-fend,

I ſhould be Author to diſhonour you,

But on mine Honour dare I undertake

For good Lord Titus' innocence in all :

Whofe Fury not diſſembled ſpeaks his griefs :

Then at my Suit look graciously on him,

Loſe not ſo Noble a Friend on vain ſuppofe,

Nor with ſowre looks afflict his gentle Heart,

My Lord, be rul'd by me, be won at laſt,

Diſſemble all your Griefs and Diſcontents,

You are but newly planted in your THRONE;

Left then the People, and Patricians too,

Upon a juſt ſurvey take Titus part,

And ſo ſupplant us for Ingratitude,

Which Rome reputes to be a hainous ſin.

Yield at interats, and then let me alone :

I'le find a day to maſſacre them all,

And raze their Faction, and their Family,

The cruel Father, and his Traiterous Sons,

To whom I ſued for my dear Sons Life;

And make them know what 'tis to let a Queen

Kneel in the Streets, and beg for Grace in vain.

Come, come, a ſweet Emperour, (come Andronicus)

Take up this good old Man, and chear the Heart,
That dies in tempeſt of thy angry ſrown.

Sat. Rife, Titus, rife,

My Empereſs hath prevail'd.

Tit. I thank your Majesty,

And her, my Lord.

These words, these looks,

Inſuſe new Life in me.

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

A Roman now adopted happily :

And muſt adſe the Emperour for his good,

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus,

And let it be my Honour, good my Lord,

That I have reconcil'd your Friends and you,

For you, Prince Baffianus, I have paſt

My word and promife to the Emperour,

That you will be more mild and traſcable.

And fear not, Lords :

And you, Lavinia,

By my adſe all humbled on your Knees,

You ſhall ask Pardon of his Majesty.

Son.

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Son. We do,
And vow to Heaven, and to his Highness,
That what he did, was mildly, as we might,
Tending our Sifters Honour and our own.
Mar. That on mine Honour here I do proteft.
Sat. Away, and talk not, trouble us no more.
Tam. Nay, nay,
Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends,
The Tribune and his Nephews kreel for Grace,
I will not be denied, Sweet-heart, look back.
Sat. Marcus,
For thy fake and thy Brothers here,
And at my lovely Tamora's intreats,
I do remit thefe young mens heinous faults.
Stand up, Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a Friend, and fure as death I wear,
I would not part a Batchelor from the Prieft.
Come, if the Emperours Court can feaft two Brides,
You are my Gueft, Lavinia, and your Friends:
This day fhall be a Love-day, Tamora.
Tit. To morrow, and it plesse your Majeſtý,
To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
With Horn and Hound,
We'l give your Grace Bon jour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and Gramercy too.

[Exeunt.]

Actus Secundus.

Enter Aaron alone.

Aaron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus top,
Safe out of Fortunes flot, and fits aloft,
Secure of Thunders crack, or Lightning flafh,
Advanc'd above pale Envyes threatening reach :
As when the golden Sun falutes the morn,
And having gilt the Ocean with his Beams,
Gailops the Zodiack in his gliftring Coach,
And over-looks the higheft piring Hills :
So Tamora.
Upon her Wit doth early Honour wait,
And Virtue floops and trembles at her frown.
Then Aaron arm thy Heart, and fit thy Thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy Imperial Mifteſs,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Haſt Pifoner held, fetted in amorous Chains,
And fafter bound to Aarons charming Eyes,
Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucaſus.
Away with flavifh weeds, and idle thoughts,
I will be bright, and ſhine in Pearl and Gold,
To wait upon this new made Emperefs,
To wait, laid I? To wanton with this Queen,
This Goddeſs, this Semiramis, this Queen,
This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And fee his shipwrack, and his Common-weals.
Holla, what ſtorm is this ?

Enter Chiron and Demetrius braving.

Dem. Chiron, thy years want Wit, thy wit wants edge
And manners to intrude where I am grac'd,
And may for ought thou know'd, affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou doſt over-ween in all,
And fo in this, to bear me down with Braves,
'Tis not the difference of a year or two
Makes me leſſs Gracious, or thee more Fortunate:
I am as able, and as fit as thou,
To ſerve, and to deferve my Mifteſs Grace,
And that my Sword upon thee ſhall approve,
And plead my paffions for Lavinia's love.
Aar. Clubs, Clubs, theſe Lovers will not keep the Peace.
Dem. Why Boy, although our Mother (unadvis'd) d
Gave you a dancing Rapier by your ſide,

Are you ſo desperate grown to threat your Friends?
Go to: have your Lath glued within your Sheath,
Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill I have,
Full well ſhalt thou perceive how much I dare.
Dem. I Boy, grow ye ſo brave ?
Aar. Why now, Lords?
So near the Emperours Palace dare you draw?
And maintain ſuch a Quarrel openly ?
Full well I wot, the ground of all this grudg.
I would not for million of Gold,
The caufe were known to them it moſt concerns.
Nor would your Noble Mother for much more
Be ſo diſhonoured in the Court of Rome.
For ſhame put up.

[They draw.]

Dem. Not I, till I have ſheath'd
My Rapier in his Bofom, and withal
Thruft theſe reproachfull ſpeeches down his Throat,
That he hath breath'd in my diſhonour here.
Chi. For that I am prepar'd, and full refolv'd,
Foul ſpoken Coward,
That thundreſt with thy Tongue,
And with thy Weapon nothing dar't perform.
Aar. Away, I fay.

Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore,
This pretty brabble will undo us all:
Why Lords, and think you not how dangerous
It is to fet upon a Princes right?

What is Lavinia then become ſo loose,
Or Baffianus ſo degenerate,
That for her love ſuch Quarrels may be broacht,
Without Controulment, Juitſice, or Revenge?

Yeung Lords, beware, and ſhould the Empreſs know
This diſcord's ground, the Mufick would not plesafe.
Chi. I care not, I, knew ſhe and all the World,
I love Lavinia more than all the World,
Dem. Youngling,

Learn thou to make ſome better choice,
Lavinia is thine elder Brothers hope.

Aar. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook Competitors in love?

I tell you, Lords, you do but plot your Deaths
By this devife.

Chi, Aaron, a thouſand deaths would I propoſe,
To atchieve her whom I do love.

Aar. To atchieve her, how ?

Dem. Why mak't thou it ſo ſrange ?

She is a Woman, therefore may be woo'd,

She is a Woman, therefore may be won,

She is Lavinia, therefore muſt be Iov'd.

What man, more Water glideth by the Mill
Than wots the Miller of, and eafe it is

Of a cut Loaf to ſteal a Shive we know:

Though Baffianus be the Emperours Brother,

Better than he have yet worn Vulcans badge.

Aar. I, and as good as Saturninus may.

Dem. Then why ſhould he defpair that knows to court it

With words, fair looks, and liberality ?

What haſt thou not full often ſtruck a Doe,

And born her cleanly by the Keepers Nofe ?

Aar. Why then it ſeems ſome certain ſnatch or ſo
Would ſerve your turns.

Chi. I, ſo the turn were ſerved.

Dem. Aaron, thou haſt hit it.

Aar. Would you had hit it too,

Then ſhould not we tir'd with this ado:

Why, hark ye, hark ye, and are you ſuch Fools,

To Iquare for this? Would it offend you then?

Chi. Faith, not me.

Dem. Nor me, ſo I were one.

Aar. For ſhame be friends, and joyn for that you jar.
'Tis policy and ſtratagem muſt do

That you affect, and iſo muſt you resolve,

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That

That what you cannot as you would atchieve,
You muft perforce accompli sh as you may:
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaft
Than this Lavinia, Baffianus's Love,
A speedier courfe this lingring languifhment
Muft we purfue, and I have found the path :
My Lords, a folemn hunting is in hand,
There will the lovely Roman Ladies troop:
The Forreft walks are wide and ſpacious,
And many unfrequented Plots there are,
Fitted by kind for Rape and Villany:
Single you thither then this dainty Doe,
And ſtrike her home by force, if not by words:
This way, or not at all, ſtand you in hope.
Come, come, our Empreſs with her Sacred Wit
To Villany and Vengeance confecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend,
And ſhe ſhall file our Engines with advice,
That will not ſuffer you to ſquare your ſelves,
But to your wishes height advance you both.
The Emperours Court is like the Houſe of Fame,
The Palace full of Tongues, of Eyes, of Ears:
The Woods are ruthleſs, dreadful, deaf, and dull:
There ſpeak, and ſtrike, brave Boys, and take your turns.
There ſerve your lufts, ſhadow'd from Heavens Eye,
And revel in Lavinia's Treſary.

Chi. Thy Counſel, Lad, ſmells of no Cowardife.
Dem. Si fas aut nefas, till I find the ſtraems
To cool this heat: a Charm to calm their fits,
Per Styga, per Manes vehor.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Titus Andronicus and his three Sons, making a noife
with Hounds and Horns, and Marcus.

Tit. The hunt is up, the Morn is bright and gray,
The Fields are fragrant, and the Woods are green,
Uncouple here, and let us make a Bay,
And wake the Emperour and his lovely Bride,
And rouze the Prince, and ring a Hunters peal,
That all the Court may Eccho with the noife.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the Emperours perſon carefully:
I have been troubled in my ſleep this Night,
But dawning Day new comfort hath inſpir'd.

Wind Horns. Here a cry of Hounds, and wind Horns in a Peal, then enter Saturninus, Tamora, Baffianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, and their Attendants.

Tit. Many Good morrows to your Majesty,
Madam, to you, as many and as good.
I promiſed your Grace a Hunters Peal.
Sat. And you have rung it luſtily, my Lords,
Somewhat too early for new married Ladies.

Baf. Lavinia, How fay you ?

Lav. I fay, no :

I have been awake two hours and more.
Sat. Come on then, Horſe and Chariots let us have,
And to our ſport: Madam, now ſhall ye fee
Our Roman Hunting.
Mar. I have Dogs, my Lord,
Will rouze the proudeſt Panther in the Chafe,
And climb the higheſt Promontory top.

Tit. And I have Horſe will follow, where the Game
Makes away, and run like Swallows o're the plain.
Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with Horſe nor Hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty Doe to Ground.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Aaron alone.

Aex. He that had Wit, would think that I had none,
To bury ſo much Gold under a Tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me ſo abjectly,
Know that this Gold muſt coin a ſtratagem,
Which cunningly effected, will beget

A very excellent piece of Villany:
And fo repofe ſweet Gold for their unreſt,
That have their Alms out of the Empreſs Cheſt.
Enter Tamora to the Moor.

Tam. My lovely Aaron,
Wherefore look't he then ſad,
When every thing doth make a Gleeſul boaſt?
The Birds chaunt melody on every bafh,
The Snake lies rolled in the chearful Sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checquer'd ſhadow on the ground:
Under their ſweet ſhade, Aaron, let us fit,
And whil't the babling Eccho mocks the Hounds,
Replying ſhrilly to the well-tun'd Horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us fit down and mark their yelping noife:
And after conflict ſuch as was ſuppos'd
The wandring Prince and Dido once enjoy'd,
When with a happy ſtorm they were ſurpriz'd,
And Curtain'd with a Counſel-keeping Cave,
We may each wreathed in the others arms,
(Our paſtimes done) poſſeſs a Golden flumber,
Whiles Hounds and Horns, and ſweet Melodious birds
Be unto us, as is a Nurſes Song

Of Lullaby, to bring her Babe aſleep.

Aar. Madam,

Though Venus govern your defires,
Saturn is Dommator over mine:
What ſignifies my deadly ſtanding Eye,
My ſilence, and my Cloudy Melancholy,
My Fleece of Woolly Hair, that now uncurſs,
Even as an Adder when the doth unrowl
To do ſome fatal Execution ?

No, Madam, theſe are no Venereal ſigns,
Vengeance is in my Heart, death in my Hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my Head,
Hark, Tamora, the Empreſs of my Soul,
Which never hopes Heaven, than reſts in theſe,
This is the Day of Doom for Baffianus;
His Philomel muſt lobe her Tongue to Day,
Thy Sons make Pillage of her Chaſtity,
And waſh their Hands in Baffianus's Blood.
Seeſt thou this Letter, take it up I pray thee.
And give the King this fatal plotted Scrowl;
Now queſtion me no more, we are eſpied,

Here comes a parcel of our hopeful Booty,
Which dreads not yet their lives deſtruction.

Enter Baffianus and Lavinia.

Tam. Ah my ſweet Moor,
Sweeter to me than Life.
Aar. No more, Great Empreſs, Baffianus comes,
Be croſs with him, and Ile go fetch thy Sons
To back thy Quarrells whatſoe're they be.

Baf. Whom have we here?
Romes Royal Empreſs,
Unſurpriſh'd of our well-befeeming troop?
Or is it Dian habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy Groves,
To fee the general Hunting in this Foreſt?

Tam. Sawcy controller of our private ſteps:
Had I the Power that ſome ſay Dian had,
Thy Temples ſhould be planted prefently
With Horns as was AclCONS, and the Hounds
Should drive upon his new transformed limbs,
Unmannerly Intruder as thou art.

Lav. Under your Patience, gentle Empreſs,
'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in Horning,
And to be doubted, that your Moor and you
Are ſingled forth to try Experiments :
Fove ſhield your Husband from his Hounds to Day,
'Tis pity they ſhould take him for a Stag.

Baf. Believe me, Queen, your farthw Cymmerian
Doth

Doth

["The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.", "291", "Doth make your Honour of his bodies hue,\nSpotted, detefted, and abominable.", "Why are you ſequeſtred from all your train ?", "Difmounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed,\nAnd wandred hither to an obſcure plot,\nAccompanied with a barbarous Moor,\nIf foul desire had not conducted you ?", "Baf. The King my Brother ſhall have notice of this.\nAnd being interceded in his ſport,\nGreat reaſon that my Noble Lord be rated\nFor Saucineſ ; I pray you let us hence,\nAnd let her joy her Raven-coloured love,\nThis valley fits the purpofe palling well.", "Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this ?\nBaf. The King my Brother ſhall have notice of this.\nLav. I, for theſe slips have made him noted long,\nGood King, to be ſo mightily abufed.", "Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this ?", "Enter Chiron and Demetrius.", "Dem. How now, dear Soveraign", "And our gracious Mother,", "Why doth your Highneſs look ſo pale and wan ?", "Tam. Have I not reaſon, think you, to look pale ?\nTheſetwo have tic'd me hither to this place,\nA barren, deteſded vale you fee it is.", "The Trees (though Summer) yet forlorn and lean,\nO're-come with Moſs, and baleſſed Milſelto.", "Here never ſhines the Sun, here nothing breeds,\nUnleſs the nightly Owl, or fatal Raven.", "And when they ſhew'd me this abhorred Pit,", "They told me, here at dead time of the night,\nA thouſand Fiends, a thouſand hilling Snakes,\nTen thouſand ſwelling Toads, as many Urchins,\nWould make ſuch fearful and confuſed cries,\nAs any mortal body hearing it,", "Should ſtreight fall mad, or eſſe die suddenly.", "No ſooner had they told this heliſh Tale,", "But ſtreight they told me they would bind me here,\nUnto the body of a diſmal Yew,", "And leave me to this miferable death.", "And then they call'd me foul Adulterefs,", "Laſcivious Goſh, and all the bitterſt terms\nThat ever Ears did hear to ſuch effect.", "And had you not by wondrous fortune come,", "This vengeance on me had they executed :", "Revenge it, as you love your Mothers life,", "Or be ye not henceforth call'd my Children.", "Dem. This is a witneſs that I am thy Son.", "[Stabs him.", "Chi. And this for me,", "Struck home to ſhew my ſtreight.", "Lav. I come ſemirams, nay Barbarous Tamora,", "Forno Name fits thy Nature but thy own.", "Tam. Give me thy Poygnard : you ſhall know, my Boys,\nYour Mothers hand ſhall right your Mothers wrong.", "Dem. Stay, Madam, here is more belongs to her,", "Firſt thraſh the Corn, then after burn the Straw :", "This Mini in flood upon her Chaſtify,", "Upon her Nuptial Vow, her Loyalty,", "And with that painted hope ſhe braves your Mightineſ,\nAnd ſhall the carry this unto her Grave ?", "Chi. And if ſhe do,", "I would I were an Eunuch.", "Drag hence her Husband to ſome ſecret Hole,", "And make his dead Trunk Pillow to our Luft.", "Tam. But when ye have the Honey ye defire,\nLet not this Wafp out-live us both to ſting.", "Chi. I warrant you, Madam, we will make that ſure ;", "Come Miltreſs, now perſence we will enjoy,", "That nice-preferved honeſy of yours.", "Lav. O Tamora, thou bear't a Womans Face.", "Tam. I will not hear her ſpeak, away with her.", "Lav. Sweet Lords, intreat her hear me but a word.", "Dem. Liten, fair Madam, let it be your glory", "To fee her tears, but be your heart to them,", "As unrelenting flints to drops of rain.", "Lav. When did the Tygers young-ones teach the Dam?", "O do not learn her wrath, ſhe taught it thee,\nThe Milk thou ſuck't from her did turn to Marble,\nEven at thy Teat thou had'ſt thy Tyranny,\nYet your Mother breeds not Sons alike,\nDo thou intreat her ſhew a Woman pity.", "Chi. What,", "Would'ſt thou have me prove my ſelf a Baſtard ?", "Lav. 'Tis true,", "The Raven doth not hatch a Lark,", "Yet have I heard, O could I find it now,", "The Lion mov'd with pity, did indure", "To have his Princely Paws par'd all away.", "Some ſay, that Ravens ſoſter forlorn Children,", "The whiſt their own Birds famiſh in their neſts :", "Oh be to me though thy hard heart ſay no,", "Nothing ſo kind but ſomething pitiful.", "Tam. I know not what it means, away with her.", "Lav. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers ſake,", "That gave thee life, when well he might have ſlain thee :", "Be not obdurate, open thy deaf Ears.", "Tam. Had'ſt thou in Perſon ne're offended me,\nEven for his lake am I now pitileſs :", "Remember, Boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,", "To ſave your Brother from the Sacrifice,", "But fierce Andronicus would not relent,", "Therefore away with her, and uſe her as you will,", "The worſe to her, the better lov'd of me.", "Lav. O Tamora,", "Be call'd a gentle Queen,", "And with thine own Hands kill me in this place,", "For 'tis not life that I have begg'd ſo long,", "Poor I was ſlain when Baſſianus dy'd.", "Tam. What begg'd'ſt thou then ? fond Woman, let me go.", "Lav. 'Tis preſent death I beg, and one thing more,", "That Womanhood denies my Tongue to tell,", "Oh keep me from their worſe than killing luſt,", "And tumble me into ſome loathſome Pit,", "Where never mans Eye may behold my Body :", "Do this, and be a Charitable Murderer.", "Tam. So should I rob my ſweet Sons of their Fee,", "No, let them fatſisſe their Luft on thee.", "Dem. Away.", "For thou haſt ſtaid us here too long.", "No Woman-hood ? Ah beaſtly Creature,", "The blot and Enemy to our general name,", "Confuſion all—", "Chi. Nay then I'le ſtop your Mouth,\nBring thou her Husband,", "This is the Hole where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt.", "Tam. Farewell, my Sons, fee that ye make her ſure,", "Ne're let my heart know merry cheer indeed,", "Till all the Andronici be made away :", "Now will I hence to ſeek my lovely Moor,", "And let my ſpleenful Sons this Trul deſlour.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Aaron with two of Titus's Sons.", "Aaron. Come on, my Lords, the better foot before,\nStraight will I bring you to the loathſome Pit,\nWhere I eſpied the Panther ſaſt aſleep.", "Quin. My fight is very dull what e're it bodes.", "Mar. And mine, I promiſe you, were it not for ſhame\nWell could I leave our ſport to ſleep a while.", "Quin. What, art thou fallen ?", "What ſubtle Hole is this,", "Whofe Mouth is covered with Rude growing Briers,", "Upon whofe leaves are drops of new-ſhed-blood,", "As fresh as morning Dew diſtill'd on flowers ?", "A very fatal place it ſeems to me :", "Speak, Brother, haſt thou hurt thee with the fall ?", "Mar. Oh Brother,", "With the diſmaſP

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Aar. Now will I fetch the King to find them here,
That he thereby may have a likely guieſ,
How theſe were they that made away his Brother.

[Exit Aaron.

Mar. Why doſt not comfort me and help me out,
From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained Hole?

Quin. I am ſurpriz'd with an uncouth fear,
A chilling ſweat o're-runs my trembling Joynſts,
My heart ſuſpeſts more than mine eye can ſee.

Mar. To prove thou haſt a true divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this Den,
And fee a fearful fight of Blood and Death.

Quin. Aaron is gone,

And my compaſſionate heart
Will not permit mine Eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by ſurmiſe:
Oh tell me how it is, for ne're till now
Was I a Child, to fear I know not what.

Mar. Lord Baffianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap like to the ſlaughtër'd Lamb,
In this detefled, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin. If it be dark, how doſt thou know 'tis he ?

Mar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious Ring, that lightens all the Hole:
Which like a Taper in ſome Monument,
Doth ſhine upon the dead mans earthly Checks,
And ſhews the ragged intrails of the Pit:
So pale did ſhine the Moon on Pyramus,
When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood:
O Brother help me with thy fainting hand,
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hafeful as Cocytus miſſie mouth.

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out,
Or wanting ſtrength to do thee ſo much good,
I may be pluckt into the ſwallowing wamb
Of this deep pit, poor Baffianus Grave:
I have no ſtrength to pluck thee to the brink.

Mar. Nor I no ſtrength to climb without thy help.

Quin. Thy hand once more, I will not looke again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:

Thou can't not come to me, I come to thee.

[Both fall in.

Enter the Emperour, Aaron the Moor.

Sat. Along with me, I'le fee what hole is here,
And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Say, who art thou that lately did it descend
Into this gaping Hollow of the Earth?

Mar. The unhappy Son of old Andronicus,
Brought hither in a molt unlucky hour,
To find thy Brother Baffianus dead.

Sat. My Brother dead? I know thou doſt but jeſt,
He and his Lady both are at the Lodg,
Upon the North-side of this pleafant Chafe,
'Tis not an hour ſince I left him there.

Mar. We know not where you left him all alive,
But out, alas, here have we found him dead.

Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius.

Tam. Where is my Lord, the King?

Sat. Here Tamora, though griev'd with killing grief.

Tam. Where is thy Brother Baffianus?

Sat. Now to the bottom doſt thou ſearch my wound,
Poor Baffianus here lies murthered.

Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
The complot of this timeſeſ Tragedy,
And wonder greatly that Man's Face can fold
In pleafing ſmiles ſuch murderous Tyranny.

[She giveth Saturnine a Letter.

Saturninus reads the Letter.

And if we miſ to meet him handsomly,
Sweet Huntsman, Baffianus, 'tis we mean,

Do thou ſo much as dig the Grave for him,
Thou know'ſt our meaning, look for thy reward
Among the Nettles at the Elder tree:
Which over-ſhaDES the mouth of that ſame Pit,
Where we decreed to bury Baffianus;
Do this, and purchase us thy laſting friends.

Sat. Oh Tamora, was ever heard the like?
This is the Pit, and this the Elder-tree,
Look, Sirs, if you can find the Huntſman out,
That ſhould have murthered Baffianus here.

Aar. My gracious Lord, here is the Bag of Gold,
Sat. Two of thy whelps, fell Curs, of bloody kind
Have here bereſt my Brother of his life:
Sirs, drag them from the Pit unto the Prifon,
There let them bide until we have devis'd
Some never heard-of torturing pain for them.

Tam. What are they in this Pit?

Oh wondrous thing!

How easily Murder is diſcovered?

Tit. High Emperour, upon my feeble Knee,
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly ſped,
That this ſell fault of my accuſed Sons,
Accuſed, if the faults be prov'd in them.

Sat. If it be prov'd ? you fee it it is apparent,
Who found this Letter, Tamora, was it you?

Tam. Andronicus himſelf did take it up.

Tit. I did, my Lord,
Yet let me be their bail.

For by my Fathers reverend Tomb I vow
They ſhall be ready at your Highneſs Will,
To asſuer their ſuſpition with their lives.

Sat. Thou ſhalt not bail them, fee thou follow me:
Some bring the murthered Body, ſome the Murtherers,
Let them not ſpeak a word, the Guilt is plain,
For by my Soul, were there worſe end than death,
That end upon them ſhould be executed.

Tam. Andronicus, I will intertreat the King,
Fear not thy Sons, they ſhall do well enough.

Tit. Come Lucius, come,
Stay not to talk with them.

[Exeunt.]

Enter the Empref's Sons, with Lavinia, her Hands cut off, and her Tongue cut out, and ravish't.

Dem. So now go tell, and if thy tongue can ſpeak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravilſt thee.

Chi. Write down thy mind, beſwray thy meaning ſo,
And if thy ſlumps will let thee play the Scribe.

Dem. See how with figns and tokens ſhe can ſcowl.

Chi. Go home,

Call for ſweet water, waſt thy hands.

Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to waſt.
And ſo let's leave her to her filent walks.

Chi. And 'twere my caufe, I ſhould go hang my ſelf.

Dem. If thou had'ſt hands to help thee knit the Cord.

[Exeunt.]

Wind Horns. Enter Marcus from hunting to Lavinia.

Mar. Who is this, my Niece, that flies away ſo faſt?
Couſin, a word, where is your Husband?

If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me,
If I do wake, ſome Planet ſtrike me down,
That I may ſlumber in eternal ſleep.

Speak, gentle Niece, what ſtern ungentle hands
Hath lop'd and hew'd, and made thy Body bare
Of her two branches, that ſhofte ſwet Ornaments,
Whofe circling ſhadows, Kings have fought to ſleep in,
And might not gain ſo great a happineſs

As half thy love? why doſt not ſpeak to me?

Alas, a Crimſon River of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling Fountain ſhir'd with Wind,
Doth rife and fall between thy roſed lips,
Coming and going with thy Honey breath.

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But fome *Terens* hath deflour'd thee,
And left thou fhould'ft detect them, cut thy Tongue,
Ah, now thou turn'ft away thy Face for flame !
And notwithfanding all this lots of blood,
As from a Conduit with their illing Spouts,
Yet do thy cheeks look red as *Titans* Face,
Blushing to be encountered with a Cloud,
Shall I speak for thee ? Shall I fay, 'tis so ?
Oh that I knew thy Heart, and knew the Beaſt,
That I might rail at him to eafe my mind.
Sorrow concealed, like an Oven ſtope,
Doth burn the heart to Cinders where it is.
Fair *Philomela*, ſhe but loft her Tongue,
And in a tedious Sampler ſewed her mind.
But lovely Niece, that mean is cut from thee,
A craftier *Terens* haſt thou met withall,
And he hath cut thofe pretty Fingers off
That coaſd have better ſewed than *Philomel*.
Oh had the Monſter ſeen thofe Lilly hands
Tremble like Aſpen Leaves upon a Lute,
And make the ſken ſtrings delight to kifſ them,
He would not then have toucht them for his Life.
Or had he heard the Heavenly Harmony,
Which that ſweet Tongue haſhed made ;
He would have dropt his Knife and ſell aſſeep,
As *Cerberus* at the *Thracian* Poets feet.
Come, let us go, and make thy Father blind,
For fuch a fight will blind a Father's Eye.
One hours ſtorm will drown the fragrant Meads,
What will whole Months of Tears thy Father's Eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee :
Oh could our mourning eafe thy miſery.

[Exeunt]

## Aſtus Tertius.

Enter the *Judges and Senators*, with Titus's two Sons *bound*, *paffing on the Stage* to the place of Execution, and Titus going before, *pleading*.

Tit. Hear me, grave Fathers, Noble Tribunes ſtay,
For pity of mine Age, whoſe youth was ſpent
In dangerous Wars, whilſt you ſecurely ſlept :
For all my blood in *Rome's* great quarrel ſhed,
For all the froſty Nights that I have watcht,
And for theſe bitter Tears, which now you ſee
Filling the aged wrinkles in my Cheeks,
Be pitiful to my condemned Sons,
Whoſe Sons are not corrupted, as 'tis thought :
For two and twenty Sons I never wept,
Becaſe they died in Honours lofty Bed.

Andronicus lyeth down, and the *Judges paff* by him.
For theſe, theſe, Tribunes, in the duſt I write
My hearts deep language, and my Souls ſad Teares :
Let my Teares ſtench the Earths dry appetite,
My Sons (sweet blood) will make it ſhame and bluſh :
O Earth ! I will beſtomer more with rain,
That shall diſtill from theſe two ancient ruins,
Than youthful April ſhall with all his Showers
In Summers drought: Ple drop upon thee ſtill,
In Winter with warm Tears Ple melt the Snow,
And keep Eternal Spring-time on thy Face,
So thou reſufe to drink my dear Son's Blood.

[Exeunt]

Enter *Lucius with his weapon drawn*.

Oh Reverend Tribunes, oh gentle aged men,
Unbind my Sons, reſerve the doom of Death,
And let me ſay (that never wept before)
My Teares are now prevailing Orators.
*Lu.* Oh Noble Father, you lament in vain,
The Tribunes hear you not, no man is by,
And you recount your forrows to a Stone.

Tit. Ah *Lucius*, for thy Brothers let me plead,
Grave Tribunes, once more I intreat of you—
*Lu.* My gracious Lord, no Tribune hears you ſpeak.
Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, Man, if they did hear,
They would not mark me: oh if they did hear,
They would not pity me.
Therefore I tell my forrows bootleſts to the ſtones,
Who though they cannot anſwer my diſtrefſs,
Yet in ſome fort they are better than the Tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale;
When I do weep, they humbly at my Feet
Receive my teares, and ſeem to weep with me,
And were they but attired in grave weeds,
*Rome* could afford no Tribune like theſe.
A ſtone is as soft Wax,
Tribunes more hard than Stones:
A ſtone is filent, and offendeth not,
And Tribunes with their Tongues doom men to death.
But wherefore ſtand it thou with thy weapon drawn?
*Lu.* To reſcue my two Brothers from their death,
For which attempt the Judges have pronoun'd
My everlaſting doom of Banifhment.
Tit. O happy man, they have befriended thee:
Why foolilſt *Lucius*, do'ſt thou not perceive,
That *Rome* is but a Wilderneſs of Tigers?
Tigers muſt prey, and *Rome* affords no prey
But me and mine: how happy art thou then,
From theſe devourers to be banifhed?
But who comes with our Brother *Marcus*, here?

Enter *Marcus and Lavinia*.

Mar. Titus, prepare thy Noble Eyes to weep,
Or if not ſo, thy Noble Heart to break:
I bring confuſing Sorrow to thine age.
Tit. Will it confume me? Let me ſee it then.
Mar. This was thy Daughter.
Tit. Why, *Marcus*, ſo ſhe is.
*Lu.* Ay me, this Object kills me.

Tit. Fainted-Hearted Boy, arife, and look upon her,
Speak my *Lavinia*, what accuſed hand
Hath made thee handleſs in thy Fathers fight ?
What Fool hath added Water to the Sea ?
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy ?
My grief was at the height before thou cam'ſt,
And now like *Nilus* it diſdaineth bounds :
Give me a Sword, I'le chop off my hands too,
For they have fought for *Rome*, and all in vain :
And they have nurſ'd this woe,
In feeding Life:
In bootleſs Prayer have they been held up,
And they have ſerv'd me to effectleſs uſe.
Now all the Service I require of them,
Is, that the one will help to cut the other :
'Tis well, *Lavinia*, that thou haſt no Hands,
For Hands to do *Rome* ſervice, is but vain.
*Lu.* Speak, gentle Sifter, who hath martyr'd thee?
Mar. O that delightful Engine of her Thoughts,
That blaſb'd them with ſuch pleaſing Eloquence,
I ſtorn from forth that pretty hollow Cage,
Where like a ſweet melodious Bird it ſung
Sweet various notes inchanting every Ear.
*Lu.* Oh ſay thou for her,
Who hath done this deed ?

Mar. Oh thus I found her ſtraying in the Park,
Seeking to hide her ſelf, as doth the Deer
That hath receiv'd ſonie unrecurſing Wound.
Tit. It was my Deer,
And he that wounded her
Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead:
For now I ſtand, as one upon a Rock,
Environ'd with a Wilderneſs of Sea,
Who makes the waxing Tide
Grow Wave by Wave,
Expecting ever when ſome envious Surge
Will in his brinſh Bowels ſwallow him.

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This way to death my wretched Sons are gone:
Here stands my other Son, a banish'd man,
And here my Brother weeping at my woes.
But that which gives my Soul the greatest spurn
Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my Soul.

Had I but seen thy Picture in this plight,
It would have madd'd me. What shall I do?

Now I behold thy lively body so?

Thou ha't no Hands to wipe away thy Tears,
Nor Tongue to tell me who hath marty'd thee;
Thy Husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy Brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.

Look Marcus, ah Son Lucius look on her:
When I did name her Brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the Honey dew,
Upon a gather'd Lillie almost withered.

Mar. Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her Huf-
band.

Perchance because she knows him innocent.

Tit. If they did kill thy Husband, then be joyful,
Because the Law hath ta'en revenge on them.
No, no, they would not do so foul a deed,
Witneſs the forrow that their Sifter makes.

Gentle Lavinia, let me kils thy lips,
Or make some ſigns how I may do thee eafe:
Shall thy good Uncle, and thy Brother Lucius,
And thou and I fit round about some Fountain,
Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks
How they are ſtain'd in Meadows yet not dry
With micry ſime left on them by a flood:
And in the Fountain ſhall we gaze so long,
Till the fresh taſte be taken from that clearneſs,
And made a Brine-pit with our bitter tears?
Or ſhall we cut away our hands like thine?
Or ſhall we bite our tongues, and in dumb Shows
Paſs the remainder of our hateful days?

What shall we do? Let us that have our Tongues

Plot ſome devife of further miferies.

To make us wondred at in time to come.

Luc. Sweet Father, ceaſe your tears, for at your grief
See how my wretched Sifter fobs and weeps.

Mar. Patience, dear Niece, good Titus drie thine
Eyes.

Tit. Ah Marcus, Marcus, Brother, well I wot,
Thy Napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,
For thou, poor Man, haſt drown'd it with thine own.

Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy Cheeks.

Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark, I understand her ſigns,
Had the a Tongue to ſpeak, now would she ſay
That to her Brother which I faid to thee.

His Napkin with his true tears all bewet,
Can do no ſervice on her forrowful cheeks.
Oh what a ſympathy of woe is this!

As far from help as Limbo is from Blifs.

Enter Aaron the Moor alone.

Moor, Titus Andronicus, my Lord the Emperor,
Sends thee this word, that if thou love thy Sons,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thy felf, old Titus,

Or any one of you chop off your Hand,

And ſend it to the King: he for the fame,

Will ſend thee hither both thy Sons alive,

And that shall be the Ranfom for their fault.

Tit. Oh gracious Emperour, oh gentle Aaron:
Did ever Raven ſing so like a Lark,

That gives sweet tydings of the Sons Uprife?

With all my heart, I'll ſend the Emperour my hand,

Good Aaron wilt thou help to chop it off?

Luc. Stay, Father, for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many Enemies,

Shall not be ſent: my hand will ſerve the turn.

My youth can better ſpare my Blood than you,

And therefore mine shall fave my Brothers lives.

Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rowe,
And rear'd aloft the bloody Battel-ax,

Writing deftruction on the Enemies Caſſe?

Oh none of both but are of high defert:

My hand hath been but idle, let it ſerve

To ransfome my two Nephews from their death,
Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

Moor. Nay, come agree, whose hand shall go along,
For fear they die before their Pardon come.

Mar. My hand shall go.

Luc. By Heaven it shall not go.

Ti. Sirs, Itrive no more, ſuch wither'd herbs as theſe
Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine,

Luc. Sweet Father, if I shall be thought thy Son,
Let me redeem my Brothers both from death.

Mar. And for our Fathers ſake, and Mothers care,
Now let me ſhow a Brothers love to thee.

Tit. Agree between you, I will ſpare my hand.

Luc. Then Ile go fetch an Ax.

Mar. But I will uſe the Ax.

[Extingu.]

Tit. Come hither, Aaron, Ile deceive them both,
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.

Moor. If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,
And never whilP I live deceive men so:

But Ile deceive you in another ſort,

And that you'l ſay e're half an hour pafs.

[He cuts off Titus' hand.

Enter Lucius and Marcus again.

Tit. Now ſay your Iſtrife, what ſhall be, is diſpacht:

Good Aaron, give his Majeſty my hand:

Tell him, it was a hand that warded him

From thouſand dangers, bid him bury it,

More hath it merited : That let it have.

As for my Sons, ſay, I account of them,

As Jewels purchaſ'd at an eafe Price,

And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.

Aaron. I go, Andronicus, and for thy hand
Look by and by to have thy Sons with thee:

Their Heads I mean: Oh, how this Villany

Doth fat me with the very thought of it.

Let fools do good, and fair men call for Grace,

Aaron will have his Soul black like his Face.

[Extingu.]

Tit. O hear, I lift this one hand up to Heaven,

And bow this feeble ruine to the Earth,

If any Power pitious wretched tears,

To that I call: what wilt thou kneel with me?

Do then, dear heart, for Heaven shall hear our Prayers,

Or with our ſights we'll breathe the welkin dim,

And ſtain the Sun with Fogg, as sometime Clouds,

When they do hug him in their melting boſoms.

Mar. Oh, Brother, ſpeak with Poffibilities,
And do not break into theſe deep Extreams.

Tit. Is not my forrow deep, having no bottom?

Then be my paffions bottomlets with them.

Mar. But yet let Reaſon govern thy lament.

Tit. If there were Reaſon for theſe miferies,

Then into limits could I bind my woes:

When Heaven doth weep, doth not the Earth o're-flow?

If the winds rage, doth not the Sea wax mad,

Threatning the welkin with his big ſwoln Face?

And wilt thou have a reaſon for this coil?

I am the Sea. Hark how her ſights do blow!

She is the weeping welkin, I the Earth:

Then muſt my Sea be moved with her ſights,

Then muſt my Earth with her continual ſtears

Become a deluge, over-flow'd and drown'd:

For why, my Bowels cannot hide her Woes,

But like a Drunkard muſt I vomit them:

Then give me medeave, for Iofers will have leave,

To eafe their Stomachs with their bitter Tongues.

Enter a Meſſenger with two Heads and a Hand.

Mef. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid!

For

["The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.", "For that good hand thou fent?ft the Emperor:\nHere are the heads of thy two Noble Sons.", "And here's thy hand in foarn to thee ſent back:\nThy griefs, their ſports: Thy ſolution mockt,\nThat woe is me to think upon thy woes,\nMore than remembrance of my Fathers death.", "[Exeunt.]", "Mar. Now let hot Atria cool in Sicily,", "And be my heart in ever-burning Hell :", "Theſe miſeries are more than may be born.", "To weep with them that weep, doth cafe ſome deal,\nBut ſorrow flouted at, is double death.", "Luc. Ah that this fight should make so deep a wound,\nAnd yet detefted life not ſtrink threat:\nThat ever death ſhould let life bear his name,", "Where life hath no more intereſt but to breathe.", "Mar. Alas poor heart, that kils is comfortleſſes,\nAs frozen Water to a ſtarved ſnake.", "Tit. When will this ſearful ſlumber have an end?", "Mar. Now farewel flattery, die Andronicus,", "Thou doſt not ſlumber, ſee thy two Sons heads,", "Thy warlike hand, thy mangled Daughter here :", "Thy other banifh Son with this dear fight", "Struck pale and bloodleſſes, and thy Brother I,", "Even like a ſtony Image, cold and num.", "Ah now no more will I controul my griefs,", "Rent off thy Silver hand, thy other hand", "Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this diſmal fight", "The cloſing up of our moſt wretched eyes;", "Now is a time to ſtorm, why art thou ſtill?", "Tit. Ha, ha, ha.", "Mar. Why doſt thou laugh ? it ſits not with this hour.", "Tit. Why I have not another tear to ſhed :", "Befides, this ſorrow is an Enemy,", "And would ufurp upon my watry eyes,", "And make them blind with tributary tears,", "Then which way ſhall I find Revenges Cave ?", "For theſe two Heads do ſeem to ſpeak to me,", "And threat me, I ſhall never come to bliſs,", "Till all theſe miſchiefs be return'd again,", "Even in their Throats that have committed them:", "Come let me ſee what task I have to do ;", "You heavy people circle me about,", "That I may turn me to each one of you,", "And ſwear unto my Soul to right your wrongs.", "The Vow is made; come Brother take a head,", "And in this hand the other will I bear,", "Lavinia, thou ſhalt be employ'd in theſe things:", "Bear thou my hand, ſweet wench, between thy teeth:", "As for thee, Boy, go get thee from my fight,", "Thou art an Exile, and thou muſt not ſlay,", "Hie to the Gothes, and raife an Army there,", "And if you love me, as I think you do,", "Let's kifs and part, for we have much to do.", "[Exeunt.]", "Manet Lucius.", "Luc. Farewel Andronicus, my Noble Father :", "The wofulſt man that ever liv'd in Rome :", "Farewel, proud Rome, till Lucius come again,", "He loves thy pledges deeper than his life :", "Farewel Lavinia, my Noble Sifter,", "O would thou wert as thou to fore haſt been,", "But now, nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives", "But in oblivion and hateful griefs :", "If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs,", "And make proud Saturninus and his Empreſs", "Beg at the Gates like Tarquin and his Queen,", "Now will I to the Gothes and raife a Power,", "To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine.", "[Exit]", "A Banquet.", "Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lavinia, and the Boy.", "An. So, so, now ſit, and look you eat no more", "Than will preferre juſt so much ſtrength in us,", "As will revenge theſe bitter woes of ours.", "Marcus unknit that ſorrow-wreathen knot :", "Thy Niece and I (poor Creatures) want our hands", "And cannot paſſionate our ten-fold grief,", "With ſoulden Arms. This poor right hand of mine", "Is left to tyrannize upon my breast,", "Who when my heart, all mad with miſery,", "Beats in this hollow prifon of my ſleth,", "Then thus I thump it down.", "Thou Map of Woe, that doſt talk in ſigns,", "When thy poor heart beats with outrages beating,", "Thou canſt not ſtrike it thus to make it ſtill :", "Wound it with fighting, Girl, kill it with groans :", "Or get some little knife between thy teeth,", "And juſt againſt thy heart make thou a hole,", "That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall", "May run into that ſink, and foaking in,", "Drown the lamenting fool in Sea-falt tears.", "Mar. Fie, Brother, fie, teach her not thus to lay\nSuch violent hands upon her tender life.", "An. How now ! Has ſorrow made thee doat already?", "Why, Marcus, no man ſhould be mad but I :", "What violent hands can ſhe lay on her life ?", "Ah, wherefore doſt thou urge the name of hands,", "To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice ore,", "How Troy was burnt, and he made miſerable ?", "O handle not the Thame, to talk of hands,", "Left we remember ſtill that we have none.", "Fie, fie, how Frantiquely I ſquare my talk", "As if we ſhould forget we had no hands,", "If Marcus did not name the word of hands?", "Come, let's fall too, and gentle Girl eat this,", "Here is no drink: Heark, Marcus, what ſhe ſays,", "I can interpret all her martyr'd ſigns,", "She ſays, the drinks no other drink but tears", "Brew'd with her ſorrows, meſh'd upon her Cheeks,", "Speechleſſes complaint, O I will learn thy thought.", "In thy dumb action will I be as perfect", "As begging Hermitſs in their holy Prayers.", "Thou halt not ſigh, nor hold thy flumps to Heaven,", "Nor wink, nor nod; nor kneel, nor make a ſign,", "But I (of theſe) will wreſt an Alphabet,", "And by ſtill Practice, learn to know thy meaning.", "Boy. Good Grandſire leave theſe bitter deep Lamets,", "Make my Aunt merry, with ſome pleading Tale.", "Mar. Alas, the tender Boy, in paſſion mov'd,", "Doth weep to ſee his Grandſires heavineſs.", "An. Peace tender ſapling, thou art made of tears,", "And tears will quickly melt thy life away.", "Marcus strikes the diſpo with a Knife.", "What doſt thou ſtrike at Marcus with thy Knife ?", "Mar. At that I have kill'd, my Lord, a Fly.", "An. Out on thee, Murderer : thou kill't my heart,", "Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of Tyranny :", "A deed of death done on the Innocent:", "Becomes not Titicus Brother, get thee gone,", "I

["The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.", "297", "I marry will we, Sir, and we'll be waited on. [Exeunt.]", "Mar. O Heavens, can you hear a good Man groan,\nAnd not relent, or not compation him ?", "Marcus attend him in his extaſſe,", "That hath more ſcars of Sorrow in his Heart,", "Than Foe-men's marks upon his battered Shield,", "But yet so juſt, that he will not revenge,", "Revenge the Heavens for old An. [Exit.]", "", "Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius at one Door : and at another Door young Lucius and another, with a bundle of Weapons, and Verſes writ upon them.", "Chi. Demetrius, here's the Son of Lucius,", "He hath home meſſage to deliver us.", "Aar. I, fome mad Meſſage from his mad Grandfather.", "Boy. My Lords, with all the humbleneſſs I may,", "I greet your Honours from Andronicus,", "And pray the Roman Gods confound you both.", "Dem. Gramercy lovely Lucius, what's the News ?", "Boy. For Villains mark'd with Rape. May it pleafe you,\nMy Grandſire, well advis'd hath ſent by me,", "The goodlieſt Weapons of my Armory,", "To gratiſe your Honourable Youth,", "The hope of Rome, for ſo he bad me ſay.", "And ſo I do, and with his giſts preſent", "Your Lordships, whenever you have need,", "You may be armed and appointed well,", "And ſo I leave you both, like bloody Villains.", "[Exit.]", "Dem. What's here, a Scrole, and written round about ?\nLet's fee.", "Integer vita ſcelerifque purus, non eget Mauri jaculis nec arcu.", "Chir. O'tisa Verſe in Horace, I know it well :", "I read it in the Grammar long ago.", "Moor. I juſt, a Verſe in Horace: right, you have it,", "Now what a thing it is to be an Aſ?", "Here's no found jefl, th'old Man hath found their Guilt,\nAnd ſends the Weapons, wrapt about with Lines.", "That wouſd (beyond their feeling) to the quick :", "But were our witty Empreſſs well a foot,", "She would applaud Andronicus conceit :", "But let her reſt, in her unreſt a while.", "And now, young Lords, was't not a happy Star", "Led us to Rome ifrangers, and more than ſo,", "Captives, to be advanc'd to this height ?", "It did me good, before the Palace Gate", "To brave the Tribune in his Brothers hearing.", "Dem. But me more good, to fee ſogreat a Lord", "Bafely infinuate, and ſend us giſts.", "Moor. Had he not reaſon, Lord Demetrius ?", "Did you not uſe his Daughter very friendly ?", "Dem. I would, we had a thouſand Roman Dames", "At ſuch a bay, by turn to ſerve our Luſt.", "Chi. A charitable ſib, and full of Love.", "Moor. Here lacks but your Mother for to ſay, Amen.", "Chi. And that would ſhe for twenty thouſand more.", "Dem. Come, let us go, and pray to all the Gods", "For our beloved Mother in her pains.", "Moor. Pray to the Devils, the Gods have given us over.", "[Flourish.]", "Dem. Why do the Emperours Trumpets flourifh thus?", "Chi. Belike for joy the Emperour hath a Son.", "Dem. Soft, who comes here ?", "Enter Nurſe with a black-a-Moor Child.", "Nurſe. Good morrow, Lords :", "O tell me, did you fee Aaron the Moor?", "Aaron. Well, more or leſs, ne're a whit at all,", "Here Aaron is, and what with Aaron now ?", "Nurſe. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone.", "Now help, or woe betide thee evermore.", "Aaron. Why, what a Caterwalling doſt thou keep ?", "What doſt thou wrap and fumble in thine Arms ?", "Nurſe. O that which I would hide from Heavens Eye,", "Our Empreſſ's ſhame, and flately Romes diſgrace,\nShe is delivered, Lords, ſhe is delivered.", "Aaron. To whom ?", "Nurſe. I mean, ſhe is brought to bed ?", "Aaron. Well, God give her good reſt.", "What hath he ſent her ?", "Nurſe. A Devil.", "Aar. Why then ſhe is the Devils Dam: a joyful ſſſue,", "Nurſe. A joyleſs, diſmal, black and forſorrowſul ſſſue,", "Here is the Babe, as loathome as a Road,", "Amongst the faireſt breeders of our clime,", "The Empreſſ ſends it thee, thy ſtamp, thy Seal,", "And bids thee Chriſten it with thy Daggers point.", "Aaron. Out you Whore, is black ſo bafe a hue ?", "Sweet blowſe, you are a beauteous bloſſom Iure.", "Dem. Villain, what haſt thou done ?", "Aaron. That which thou can'ſt not undo.", "Chi. Thou haſt undone our Mother.", "Dem. And therein, helſilh Dog, thou haſt undone—", "Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice,", "Accur'ſt the off ſpring of ſo foul a Fiend.", "Chi. It ſhall not live.", "Aaron. It ſhall not dye.", "Nurſe. Aaron, it muſt, the Mother wills it ſo.", "Aaron. What, muſt it, Nurſe? Then let no man but I", "Do Execution on his fleſh and blood.", "Dem. I'le broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point:", "Nurſe, give it me, my Sword ſhall foon diſpatch it.", "Aaron. Sooner this Sword ſhall plough thy Bowels up.", "Stay furtherous Villains, will you kill your Brother ?", "Now by the burning Tapers of the Sky,", "That ſhone ſo brightly when this Boy was got,", "He diesupon my Semitars ſhard point,", "That touches this my firſt-born Son and Heir.", "I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus", "With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,", "Nor Great Alcides, nor the God of War,", "Shall ſeize this prey out of his Fathers Hands :", "What, what, ye ſanguine ſhallow-hearted Boys,", "Ye white-lim'd Walls, ye Ale-houſe painted Signs,", "Col' -black is better than another hue :", "In that it ſcorns to bear another hue,", "For all the Water in the Ocean", "Can never turn the Swans black legs to white,", "Although ſhe lave them hourly in the Fiood.", "Tell the Empreſſs from me, I am of age", "To keep mine own, excufe it how ſhe can.", "Dem. Wilt thou betray thy Noble Miftreſs thus ?", "Aaron. My Miftreſs is my Miftreſs : this, my ſelf,", "The Vigour, and the Picture of my Youth :", "This, before all the World, do I prefer,", "This, maugre all the World, will I keep ſafe,", "Or ſome of you ſhall ſmoke for it in Rome.", {"bbox": [483, 1058, 770, 1079

["The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.", "298", "Save thou the Child, to we may all be safe.", "Aaron. Then fit we down, and let us all confult.", "My Son and I will have the wind of you :", "Keep there, now talk at pleafure of your safety.", "Dem. How many women faw this Child of his ?", "Aaron. Why fo, brave Lords, when we all joyn in league,\nI am a Lamb: but if you brave the Moor,", "The chafed Boar, the Mountain Lionefs,", "The Ocean fwells not fo as Aaron ftorms :", "But fay again, how many faw the Child ?", "Nurfe. Cornelia the Midwife, and my felf,", "And none else but the delivered Empreſs.", "Aaron. The Empreſs, the Midwife, and your felf,", "Two may keep Counſel, when the third's away :", "Go to the Empreſs, tell her, this I faid, [He kills her.", "Waeck, week, fo cries a Pig prepar'd to th' Spit.", "Dem. What mean't thou, Aaron ?", "Wherefore did't thou this ?", "Aaron. O Lord, Sir, 'tis a deed of Policy :", "Shall fhe live to betray this Guilt of ours ?", "A long-tongu'd babling Goſſip ? No, Lords, no :", "And now be it known to you my full intent.", "Not far, one Muliteus, my Country-man,", "His Wife but yeſternight was brought to Bed,", "His Child is like to her, fair as you are :", "Go pack with him, and give the Mother Gold,", "And tell them both the circumſtance of all,", "And how by this their Child ſhall be advanc'd,", "And be received for the Emperour's Heir,", "And ſubſtituted in the place of mine,", "To calm this tempeſt whirling in the Court,", "And let the Emperour dandle him for his own.", "Hark ye, Lords, ye fee I have given her Phyſick,", "And you muſt needs beſtow her Funeral,", "The Fields are near, and you are gallant Grooms :", "This done, fee that you take no longer Days", "But ſend the Midwife prefently to me.", "The Midwife and the Nurſe well made away,", "Then let the Ladies tattle what they pleafe.", "Chi. Aaron, I fee thou wilt not truſt the Air with ſecreſts.", "Dem. For this care of Tamora,", "Her ſelf, and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt.", "Aaron. Now to the Goths, as Swift as Swallow ſlies,", "There to diſpoſe this treaſure in mine Arms,", "And ſecreſtly to greet the Empreſs Friends :", "Come on you thick-lipt-flave, I'le bear you hence,", "For it is you that puts us to our ſhifts :", "I'le make you feed on Berries, and on Roots,", "And feed on Curds, and Whay, and fuck the Goat,", "And Cabin in a Cave, and bring you up", "To be a Warriour, and command a Camp.", "[Exit.]", "Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen with Bows, and Titus bears the Arrows with Letters on the end of them.", "Tit. Come, Marcus, come Kinſmen, this is the way.", "Sir Boy, now let me fee your Archery,", "Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there fraight :", "Terras Aſſreae reliquit, be you remembred, Marcus.", "She's gone, ſhe's ſled, Sirs, take you to your Tools,", "You, Couſins, ſhall go found the Ocean :", "And caſt your Nets, haply you may find her in the Sea,", "Yet there's as little Juſtice as at Land :", "No Publius and Sempronius, you muſt do it,", "'Tis you muſt dig with Mattock and with Spade,", "And pierce the inmoſt Center of the Earth :", "Then when you come to Plutö's Region,", "I pray you to deliver him this Petition,", "Tell him it is for Juſtice, and for Aid,", "And that it comes from old Andronicus,", "Shaken with forrows in ungrateful Rome,", "Ah, Rome ! Well, well, I made thee miſerable,", "What time I threw the Peoples Suffrages", "On him that thus doth Tyrannize o're me.", "Go get you gone, and pray be careful all,", "And leave you not a man of War unſeard'd,", "This wicked Emperour may have ſhopt her hence,", "And Kinſmen then we may go pipe for Juſtice.", "Mar. O, Publius, is this a heavy caſe", "To fee thy Noble Uncle thus diſtract ?", "Pub. Therefore, my Lord, it highly us concerns,", "By Day and Night t'attend him carefully :", "And feed his humour kindly as we may,", "Till time beget ſome careful remedy.", "Mar. Kinſmen, his Sorrow are pаст remedy.", "Joyn with the Goths, and with revengeful War,", "Take wreak on Rome for this Ingratitude,", "And Vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.", "Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my Maſters,", "What have you met with her ?", "Pub. No, my good Lord, but Pluto ſends you word,", "If you will have revenge from Hell, you illl ;", "Marry for Juſtice ſhe is ſo imploy'd,", "He thinks with Jove in Heaven, or ſome where eſſe :", "So that perſorce you muſt needs ſay a time.", "Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays,", "Ple dive into the burning Lake below,", "And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.", "Marcus, we are but Shrubs, no Cedars we,", "No big-bon'd-men, fram'd of the Cyclops ſize,", "But Metal, Marcus, Steel to the very back,", "Yet wrung with wrongs more than our Backs can bear.", "And fifth there's no Juſtice in Earth nor Hell,", "We will ſolicit Heaven, and move the Gods", "To ſend down Juſtice for to wreak our wrongs:", "Come to this Gear, you are a good Archer, Marcus,", "[He gives them the Arrows.", "Ad Jovem, that's for you : here ad Apollonem,", "Ad Martem, that's for my ſelf,", "Here Boy, to Pallas, here to Mercury,", "To Saturnine, to Cains, not to Saturnine,", "You were as good to ſhoot againſt the Wind.", "To it, Boy, Marcus, loofe when I bid :", "Of my word, I have written to effect,", "There's not a God left unſoſicated.", "Mar. Kinſmen, ſhoot all your ſhaſts into the Court,", "We will aſſiſt the Emperour in his Pride.", "Tit. Now Maſters, draw, Oh well faid, Lelius :", "Good Boy in Virgo's lap, give it Pallas.", "Mar. My Lord, I aim a Mile beyond the Moon.", "Your Letter is with Jupitcr by this.", "Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what haſt thou done?", "See, fee, thou haſt ſhot off one of Taurus's Horns

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God forbid I should be so bold to preface in my
young days. Why I am going with my Pidgeons to the
Tribunal Plebs, to take up a matter of brawl, betwixt
my Uncle, and one of the Emperials Men.

Mar. Why, Sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your
Oration, and let him deliver the Pidgeons to the Emp-
our from you.

Tir. Tell me, can you deliver an Oration to the Em-
perour with a Grace ?

Clow. Nay, truly, Sir, I could never say Grace in all my
Life.

Tit. Sirrah, come hither, make no more ado,
But give your Pidgeons to the Emperour.
By me thou shall have Justice at his Hands.

Hold, hold, mean while here's Money for thy Charges.
Give me a Pen and Ink.

Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliver a Supplication ?

Clow. I, Sir.

Tit. Then here is a Supplication for you, and when you
come to him, at the first approach you must kneel, then
kiss his Foot, then deliver up your Pidgeons, and then look
for your reward. I'le be at hand, Sir, see you do it bravely.

Clow. I warrant you, Sir, let me alone.

Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a Knife ? Come let me see it.

Here, Marcus, fold it in the Oration,
For thou haft made it like an humble Suppliant,
And when thou haft given it the Emperour,
Knock at my Door, and tell me what he says.

Clow. Ood be with you, Sir, I will.

Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go, Publius follow me.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Emperour and Emprefs, and her two Sons, the Emperour
brings the Arrows in his hand, that Titus shot at him.

Sat. Why Lords,

What wrongs are these? was ever seen
An Emperour in Rome thus over-born,

Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of equal Justice, us'd in such contempt ?

My Lords, you know the mightiest Gods,
(However these difturbers of our Peace
Buz in the Peoples Ears) there nought hath palt,
But even with Law againſt the wilfull Sons

Ofold Andronicus. And what and if

His Sorrows have so over-whelm'd his Wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his weakes,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitternefs ?

And now he writes to Heaven for his redrefs.

See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury,

This to Apollo, this to the God of War :

Sweet ferowls to flie about the fiftrees of Rome :

What's this but Libelling againſt the Senate,
And blazoning our injustice every where ?

A goodly humour, is not it, my Lords?

As who would fay, in Rome no justice were.

But if I live, his feigned Extafies

Shall be no helfer to thefe outrages :

But he and his shall know, that Juitce lives
In Saturninus health, whom if he ſleep,
He'll ſo awake, as he in fury ſhall

Cut off the proud?ft Confipirator that lives.

Tam. My gracious Lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, Commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus age,
The effects of Sorrow for his valiant Sons,

Whole loſs have pierc'd him deep, and ſcar'd his Heart;
And rather comfort his diſtrefled plight,
Than profecute the meaneſt or the beſt

For these contempts. Why thus it ſhall become
High witted Tamora to gloſe with all :

But Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood on't : if Aaron now be wife,
Then is all faſe, the Anchor's in the Port.

Enter Clown.

How now, good Fellow, wouldſt thou ſpeak with us ?

Clow. Yea forfooth, and your Mifterſhip be Imperial.

Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperour.

Clo. 'Tis he: God and Saint Stephen give you good-e'en,
I have brought you a Letter, and a couple of Pidgeons here.

[He reads the Letter.]

Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him prefentely.

Clow. How much Money muſt I have ?

Tam. Come, Sirrah, thou muſt be hang'd.

Clow. Hang'd? by'r Lady, then I have brought up a
Nek to a fair end.

[Exit.]

Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs,
Shall I endure this Monſtrous Villany ?

I know from whence this fame device proceeds :

May this be born ? As if his Trayterous Sons,
That dy'd by Law for Murther of our Brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully ?

Go, drag the Villain hither by the Hair,
Nor Age, nor Honour, thall ſhape privilege :

For this proud mock, I'le be thy Slaughter-man :

Sly frantick wretch, that holp't to make me great,

In hope thy ſelf should govern Rome and me.

Enter Nuntius Æmilius.

Sat. What News with thee, Æmilius ?

Æmili. Arm my Lords, Rome never had more cauſe,
The Goths have gather'd head, and with a Power
Of High reſolved men, bent to the ſpoyl

They hither march amain, under the conduct
Of Lucius, Son to old Andronicus :

Who threats in courſe of this revenge to do

As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths ?

These tydings nip me, and I hang the head

As Flowers with Froſt, or Graſs beat down with Storms.

I, now begin our forrowſes to approach,

'Tis he the common people love so much,

My ſelf hath often heard them ſay,

(When I have walked like a private man)

That Lucius baniſhment was wrongfully,

And they have wiſh'd, that Lucius were their Emperour.

Tam. Why should you fear ? Is not our City ſtrong ?

Sat. I, but the Citizens favour Lucius,

And will revolve from me, to ſuccour him.

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy Name.
Is the Sun dim'd, that Gnats do flie in it ?

The Eagle ſuffers little Birds to fling,

And is not careful what they mean thereby,

Knowing that with the ſhadow of his Wings,

He can at pleafure ſlint their melody.

Even so may't thou, the giddy men of Rome ;

Then cheer thy ſpirit, for know, thou Emperour,

I will enchant the old Andronicus,

With words more ſweet, and yet more dangerous

Than baits to fill, or honey ſalks to ſleep,

When as the one is wounded with the bait,

The other rotted with delicious Food.

King. But he will not intreat his Son for us.

Tam. If Tamora intreat him, then he will,

For I can fin smooth and fill his aged Ear

With golden promifes, that were his Heart

Almoſt impregnable, his old ears deaf,

Yet ſhould both Ear and Heart obey my Tongue.

Go thou before to our Embaſſadour,

Say, that the Emperour requeſts a parly

Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.

King. Æmilius, do this meſtage Honourably,

And if he ſtand on Hoftage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will pleafe him beſt.

Æmili. Your bidding ſhall I do effectually.

Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus,

And temper him with all the Art I have,

To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.

And now, sweet Emperour, be blith again,

And bury all thy Fear in my Devices.

Sat. Then go ſuccellantly and plead for him.

[Exit.]

[Exit.
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Actus Quintus.

Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes, with Drum and Souldiers.

Lu. Approved Warriours, and my faithful Friends,
I have received Letters from Great Rome,
Which signifies what hate they bare their Emperour,
And how defirous of our fight they are.
Therefore, great Lords, be as your Titles witneſs,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
And wherein Rome hath done you any ſcathe,
Let him make treble ſatisfaction.

Goth. Brave flip, ſprung from the Great Andronicus,
Whoſe Name was once our Terror, now our Comfort,
Whoſe high Exploits, and honourable Deeds,
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt:
Be bold in us, we'll follow where thou lead'st,
Like flting Bees in botteſt Summers day,
Led by their Maſter to the flowred Fields,
And be aveng'd on curſed Tamora.

Omn. And as he faith, ſo fay we all with him.

Lu. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here led by a lufty Goth?

Enter a Goth leading Aaron with his Child in his arms.

Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our Troops I ſtraid
To gaze upon a ruinous Monaſtery,
And as I earneſtly did fix mine Eye
Upon the waſted building, suddenly
I heard a Child cry underneath a wall:
I made unto the noife, when ſoon I heard,
The crying Babe controll'd with this diſcourſe:
Peace, Tawny Slave, half me, and half thy Dam,
Did not thy Hue bewray whole Brat thou art,
Had Nature lent thee but thy Mothers look,
Villain, thou might'st have been an Emperour.
But where the Bull and Cow are both Milk-white,
They never do beget a Cole-black Calf.
Peace, Villain, peace, (even thus he rates the Babe)
For I muſt bear thee to a truſty Goth,
Who when he knows thou art the Empreſs Babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy Mothers ſake.
With this, my Weapon drawn I ruſht upon him,
Surpriz'd him ſuddenly, and brought him hither,
To uſe, as you think neecſul of the Man.

Lu. Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate Devil,
That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand:
This is the Pearl that pleas'd your Empreſs Eye,
And here's the baſe Fruit of his burning Luſt.
Say, wall-ey'd Slave, whither would'st thou convey
This growing Image of thy Fiend-like Face?
Why doft not ſpeak? what deaf? no! Not a word?
A Halter, Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
And by his ſide his Fruit of Baſtardy.

Aaron. Touch not the Boy, he is of Royal blood.

Lu. Too like the Syre for ever being good.
First hang the Child, that he may fee it ſprall,
A light to vex the Fathers Soul withal.

Aaron. Get me a Ladder, Lucius, ſave the Child,
And bear it from me to the Empreſs:
If thou do this, Ile ſhow thee wondrous things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
Ile ſpeak no more: but Vengeance rot you all.

Lu. Say on, and if it pleafe me, which thou ſpeak'st
Thy Child ſhall live, and I will fee it Nouriſh'd.

Aaron. And if it pleafe thee ? why allure thee, Lucius,
I'will vex thy Soul to hear what I ſhall ſpeak:
For I muſt talk of Murthers, Rapes, and Maſlacres,

Acts of Black-night, abominable Deeds,
Complots of Michief, Treason, Villanies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteouly perform'd,
And this ſhall all be buried by my death,
Unleſs thou ſwear to me my Child ſhall live.

Lu. Tell on thy mind,

I ſay thy Child ſhall live.

Aaron. Swear that he ſhall, and then I will begin.

Lu. Who ſhould I ſwear by?

Thou believeth no God,

That granted, how can't thou believe an Oath?

Aaron. What if I do not, as indeed I do not,
Yet for I know thou art Religious,
And haſt a thing within thee call'd Conſcience,
With twenty Popiſh tricks and Ceremonies,
Which I have ſeen thee careful to obſerve:
Therefore I urge thy Oath, for that I know
An Idiot holds his Bauble for a God,
And keeps the Oath, which by that God he ſwears,
To that I'le urge him: therefore thou ſhalt vow
By that fame God, what God I e're it be
That thou adoreſt and haſt in reverence,
To fave my Boy, nouriſh and bring him up,
Or elfe I will diſcover nought to thee.

Lu. Even by my God I ſwear to thee, I will.

Aaron. First know thou,
I begot him on thy Empreſs.

Lu. Oh moſt infatiate Luxurious Woman !

Aaron. Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of Charity,
To that which thou haſt hear of me anon,
'Twas her two Sons that murdered Baſſianus,
They cut thy Sifters Tongue, and Raviſt her,
And cut her Hands off, and trimm'd her as thou ſaw'st.

Lu. Oh detestable Villain!

Call it thou that trimming ?

Aaron. Why the was waſt, and cut, and trimm'd,
And 'twas trim ſport for them that had the doing of it.

Lu. Oh barbarous beaſtly Villains like thy ſelf!

Aaron. Indeed, I was their Tutor to inſtruct them,
That Codding Spirit that they from their Mother,
As ſure a Card, as ever won the Set:
That bloody mind I think they learn'd of me,
As true a Dog as ever fought at Head.

Well, let my Deeds be witneſs of my worth:
I train'd thy Brethren to that guileful Hole,
Where the dead Corps of Baſſianus lay:

I wrote the Letter that thy Father found,
And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.
Confederate with the Queen, and her two Sons,
And what not done that thou haſt cauſe to rue,
Wherein I had no ſtroke of Milchief in it.

I plaid the Cheater for thy Fathers hand,
And when I had it, drew my ſelf apart,
And almoſt broke my Heart with extream laughter.

I pried me through the Crevice of a Wall,
When for his Hand, he had his two Sons Heads,
Beheld his Tears, and laugh'd ſo heartily,
That both mine Eyes were rainy like to his:
And when I told the Empreſs of this ſport,
She ſwooned almoſt at my pleafing Tale,
And for my tydings, gave me twenty killes.

Goth. What canſt thou ſay all this, and never bleſt?

Aaron. I, like a black Dog, as the faying is.

Lu. Art thou not forry for theſe hainous deeds?

Aaron. I, that I had not done a thouſand more.
Even now I curſe the day, and yet I think
Few come within the compaſs of my Curſe,
Wherein I did nor ſome Notorious ill,
As kill a Man, or elfe deviſe his death,
Raviſh a Maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuſe ſome innocent, and forſwear my ſelf,
Set deadly Enmity between two Friends,
Make poor Mens Cattle break their Necks,
Set Fire on Barns and Hay-Itacks in the night,

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And bid the Owners quench them with their tears:
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their Graves,
And fet them upright at their dear Friends Doors,
Even when their forrow almost was forgot,
And on their Skins, as on the Barque of Trees,
Have with my Knife carved in Roman Letters,
Let not your forrow dye, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a Fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the Devil, for he must not dye
So sweet a death, as Hanging, prefently.

Aaron. If there be Devils, would I were a Devil,
To live and burn in everlafting Fire,
So I might have your company in Hell,
But to torment you with my bitter Tongue.

Luc. Sirs, Iftop his Mouth, and let him fpeak no more.

Enter Œmilius.

Goth. My Lord, there is a Melfenger from Rome

Defiles to be admitted to your Prefence.

Luc. Let him come near.

Welcome, Œmilius, what's the News from Rome?
Aemi, Lord Lucius, and you Princes of the Gothis,

The Roman Emperour greets you all by me,
And for he understoods you are in Arms,
He craves a Parly at your Fathers Houſe,
Willing you to demand your Hoſtages,
And they ſhall be immediately delivered.

Goth. What fays our General?

Luc. Œmilius, let the Emperour give his Pledges
Unto my Father, and my Uncle Marcus,
And we will come: March away.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Tamora, and her two Sons disguis'd.

Tam. Thus in this ſtrange and ſad Habiliments,
I will encounter with Andronicus,
And ſay, I am Revenge ſent from below,
To joyn with him and right his heinous Wrongs:
Knock at his Study where they ſay he keeps,
To ruminate ſtrange Plots of dire Revenge,
Tell him Revenge is come to joyn with him,
And work Conſuſion on his Enemies.

They knock, and Titus opens his Study Door.

Tit. Who doth moleſt my Contemplation ?

Is it your trick to make me ope the Door,
That ſo my ſad Decrees may fly away,
And all my Study be to no effect ?

You are deceiv'd, for what I mean to do,
See here in bloody Lines I have ſet down:
And what is written ſhall be executed.

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No not a word: how can I grace my talk,
Wanting a Hand to give it Action ?

Thou haſt the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam. If thou did'ſt know me,

Thou would'ſt talk with me.

Tit. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Witneſs this wretched ſtump,
Witneſs theſe Crimſon lines,

Witneſs theſe Trenches made by grief and care,
Witneſs the tyring Day, and heavy Night,
Witneſs all Sorrow, that I know thee well

For our proud Empreſs, mighty Tamora:
Is not thy coming for my other Hand?

Tam. Know thou, ſad man, I am not Tamora,

She is thy EnEMY, and thy Friend,

I am Revenge, ſent from the infernal Kingdom,
To eafe the gnawing Vulture of thy mind :

By working weakſul vengeance on thy Foes:

Come down and welcome me to this worlds light,
Confer with me of Murder and of Death,

There's not a hollow Cave or lurking place,
No vaſt Obſcurity or Miffy Vale,
Where bloody Murther or deteſled Rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out,
And in their Ears tell them my dreadful Name,
Revenge, which makes the foul Offenders quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou ſent to me,
To be a torment to mine Enemies?

Tam. I am, therefore come down and welcome me.

Tit. Do me ſome ſervice, e're I come to thee:

Lo by thy ſide where Rape and Murder ſtands,
Now give ſome ſurance that thou art Revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy Chariot Wheels,
And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the Globes.

Provide thee two proper Palfries, black as Jet,
To hale thy vengeful Waggon ſwift away,
And find out Murder in their guilty Caves.

And when thy Car is loaden with their Heads,
I will diſmount, and by the Waggon wheel
Trot like a Servile Footman all day long,

Even from Hyperion's riling in the Eaſt,
Until his very downſfall in the Sea.

And day by day Ile do this heavy task,

So thou deftroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. Theſe are my Minifters, and come with me.

Tit. Are they thy Minifters, what are they called ?

Tam. Rapine and Murder, therefore called ſo,

Caufe they take vengeance of ſuch kind of men.

Tit. Good Lord, how like the Empreſs Sons they are,
And you the Empreſs: But we Worldly men,
Have miferable mad miftaſting Eyes:

Oh, sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee,
And if one Arms imbracement will content thee,

I will imbrace thee in it by and by.

Tam. This cloſing with him fits his Lunacy,
What e're I ſorge to feed his brainſick ſits,
Do you uphold, and maintain in your Speeches,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge,

And being credulous in this mad thought,
Ple make him ſend for Lucius his Son,

And whilſt I at a Banquet hold him ſure,
Ple find ſome cunning Praſtice out of Hand

To ſcatter and disperſe the giddy Gothis,
Or at the leaſt, make them his Enemies:

See here he comes, and I muſt play my Theam.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee,
Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful Houſe,
Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too,

How like the Empreſs, and her Sons you are,
Well are you ſitted, had you but a Moor,

Could not all Hell afford you ſuch a Devil?

For well I wote the Empreſs never wags,

But in her Company there is a Moor;

And would you repreſent our Queen aright

It were convenient you had ſuch a Devil :

But welcome as you are, what ſhall we do?

Tam. What wouldſt thou have us do, Andronicus?

Dem. Shew me a Murtherer, Ile deal with him.

Chir. Shew me a Villain, that hath done a Rape,

And I am ſent to be reveng'd on him.

Tam. Shew me a Thoſand that have done thee wrong,
And I will be revenged on them all.

Tit. Look round about the wicked freets of Rome,
And when thou find'ſt a Man that's like thy ſelf,

Good Murder, ſtab him, he's a Murtherer.

Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap

To find another that is like to thee,

Good Rapine, ſtab him, he is a Ravifher.

Go thou with them, and in the Emperours Court
There is a Queen attended by a Moor,

Well may'ſt thou know her by thy own proportion,

For up and down the doth reſemble thee,

I pray thee do on them ſome violent death,

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They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam. Well haft thou leffon'd us, this fhall we do.
But would it pleafe thee, good Andronicus,
To fend for Lucius thy thrice valiant Son,
Who leads towards Rome a Band of Warlike Goths,
And bid him come and Banquet at thy Houfe.
When he is here, even at thy folemn Feaſt,
I will bring in the Empreſs and her Sons,
The Emperour himſelf, and all thy Foes,
And at thy mercy ſhall they ſtop and kneel,
And on them ſhalt thou eafe thy angry heart:
What fays Andronicus to this devife?

Enter Marcus.

Tit. Marcus, my Brother, 'tis ſad Titus calls,
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy Nephew Lucius,
Thou ſhalt enquire him out among the Goths,
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chieſt Princes of the Goths,
Bid him encamp his Souldiers where they are,
Tell him the Emperour and the Empreſs too,
Feaſts at my Houſe, and he ſhall Feaſt with them ;
This do thou for my love, and ſo let him,
As he regards his aged Fathers life.

Mar. This will I do, and ſoon return again.

Tam. Now will I hence about thy buſineſs,
And take my Minifters along with me.

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder ſlay with me,
Or elfe I ple call my Brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Tam. What ſay you, Boys, will you bide with him,
Whiles I go tell my Lord, the Emperour,
How I have govern'd our determined jefl ?
Yield to his humour, ſmooth and ſpeak him fair,
And tarry with him till I turn again.

Tit. I know them all, though they ſuppofe me mad,
And will o're-reach them in their own deviſes,
A pair of curſed Hell-hounds, and their Dam.

Dem. Madam, depart at pleafure, leave us here.

Tam. Farewel, Andronicus, Revenge now goes
To lay a Complot to betray thy Foes.

Tit. I know thou doſt, and ſweet Revenge, farewel.

Chi. Tell us, Old Man, how ſhall we be employ'd?

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do,
Publius come hither, Caius, and Valentine.

Pub. What is your will?

Tit. Know you theſe two?

Pub. The Empreſs Sons

I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.

Tit. Fie, Publius, ſie, thou art too much deceiv'd,
The one is Murder, Rape is the other's Name,
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius,
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them,
Oſt have you heard me with for ſuch an hour,
And now I find it, therefore bind them ſure.

Chi. Villains, forbear, we are the Empreſs Sons.

Pub. And therefore do we, what we are commanded.
Stop cloſe their Mouths, let them not ſpeak a word.

Is he ſure bound? look that ye bind them ſaſt.

Enter Titus Andronicus with a Knife, and Lavinia with a Bafon.

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia, look, thy Foes are bound;
Sirs, ſtop their Mouths, let them not ſpeak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.

Oh Villains, Chiron, and Demetrius,

Here ſtands the Spring whom you have ſtain'd with Mud,
This goodly Summer with your Winter mixt,
You kill'd her Husband, and for that vile fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,
My Hand cut off, and made a merry jefl,

Both her ſweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more dear
Than Hands or Tongue, her ſpotted ſhaſt, Chafity,
Inhumane Traitors, you conſtrain'd and forc'd.

What would you ſay, if I ſhould let you ſpeak ?
Villains, for ſhame you could not beg for Grace.

Heark Wretches, how I mean to Martyr you,
This one Hand yet is left to cut your Throats,
Whil't that Lavinia' between her ſtumps doth hold,
The Bafon that receives your guilty Blood.

You know your Mother means to ſeaſt with me,
And calls her ſelf Revenge, and thinks me mad.
Heark Villains, I will grind your Bones to Duff,
And with your Blood and it I ple make a Paſſe,
And of the Paſſe a Coffin will I rear,

And make two Paſſies of your ſhameful heads,
And bid that Strumpet, your unhallowed Dam,
Like to the Earth Swallow her own Increase.

This is the ſeaſt that I have bid her to,

And this the Banquet ſhe ſhall ſurfeit on,
For worſe than Philomel you us'd my Daughter,
And worſe than Progne, I will be reveng'd,
And now prepare your Throats: Lavinia come,
Receive the Blood, and when that they are dead
Let me go grind their Bones to Powder ſmall,
And with this hateful Liquor temper it,
And in that Paſſe let their wild heads be bak'd.

Come, come, be every one offiſons

To make this Banquet, which I with might prove
More ſtern and bloody than the Centaurs Feaſt.

So now bring them in, for I ple play the Cook,
And fee them ready 'gainſt the Mother comes.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Goths.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, ſince 'tis my Fathers mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with thine, beſal what Fortune will.

Luc. Good Uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This Ravenous Tiger, this accurſed Devil,
Let him receive no ſuſtenance, ſetter him,
Till he be brought unto the Emperours Face,
For teſtimony of his ſoul proceedings.

And fee the Ambuſh of our Friends be ſtrong,
I fear the Emperour means no good to us.

Aaron. Some Devil whifper Curſes in my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The Venemous Malice of my ſwelling Heart.

Luc. Away, Inhumane Dog, Unhallowed Slave,
Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in,
The Trumpets ſhew the Emperour is at hand.

Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empreſs, with Tribunes and others.

Sat. What hath the Firmament more Suns than one?

Luc. What boots it thee to call thy ſelf a Sun?

Mar. Romes Emperour and Nephew break the Parly,
Theſe Quarrells muſt be quietly debated,
The Feaſt is ready which the careful Titus

Hath ordained to an honourable end,

For Peace, for Love, for League, and good to Rome:

Pleaſe you therefore draw nigh and take your places.

Satur. Marcus, we will.

A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the meat on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her Face.

Titus. Welcome, my gracious Lord,

Welcome, Dread Queen,

Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius,
And welcome all : although the cheer be poor,
I will fill your Stomachs, pleafe you eat of it.

Sat. Why art thou thus attiſt'd, Andronicus?

Tit. Becauſe I would be ſure to have all well,

To entertain your Highneſſs, and your Empreſs.

Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.

Tit.

["The Tragedy of Titus Adronicus.", "303", "Tit. And if your Highneſts knew my Heart, you were:\nMy Lord, the Emperour, reſolve me this,\nWas it well done of rafh Virginius,\nTo ſlay his Daughter with his own Right-hand,\nBecaufe ſhe was enſor'd, ſtain'd, and deflour'd ?", "Satyr. It was, Andronicus.", "Tit. - Your Reafon, Mighty Lord ?", "Sat. Because the Girl ſhould not ſurvive her ſhame,\nAnd by her preſence ſtill renew his ſorrows.", "Tit. A Reafon mighty, ſtrong, and effectual,\nA pattern, preſident, and lively warrant,", "For me (moit wretched) to perform the like :", "Dye, dye, Lavinia, and thy ſhame with thee,", "And with thy ſhame thy Fathers ſorrow dye.", "[He kills her.", "Sat. What haſt thou done, unnatural and unkind ?", "Tit. Kill'd her for whom my tears have made me blind.", "I am as woful as Virginius was,", "And have a thouſand times more caufe than he.", "Sat. What, was the raviſht ? tell, who did the deed ?", "Tit. Wil't pleafe you eat,", "Wil't pleafe your Highneſts feed?", "Tam. Why haſt thou plaine ſhine onely Daughter thus?", "Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.", "They raviſht her, and cut away her Tongue,", "And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.", "Sat. Go fetch them hither to us preſently.", "Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pye,", "Whereof their Mother daintily hath ſed,", "Eating the Fleſh that the ſhe her ſelf hath bred.", "Tis true, 'tis true, witneſs my Knives ſharp point.", "[He ſtabſ the Empreſſ.", "Sat. Dye, frantick wretch, for this accuſed deed.", "Luc. Can the Sons Eyes, behold his Father bleed ?", "There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.", "Luc. You ſad-fac'd Men, People, and Sons of Rome,", "By uprore fever'd like a flight of Fowl,\nScatter'd by winds and high tempeſtuous guſts,\nOh let me teach you how, to knit again\nThis ſeattred Corn into one mutual Sheaf,\nTo ſhove broken limbs again into one Body.", "Goth. Let Rome her ſelf be bane unto her ſelf,\nAnd the whom mighty Kingdoms curſe to,\nLike a forlorn and desperate caſtaway,\nDo ſhameful execution on her ſelf.", "Mar. But if my froſt figns and chaps of age,\nGrave Witneſſes of true experience,\nCannot induce you to attend my words,\nSpeak, Rome's dear friend, as'cr it our Anceſtor,\nWhen with his Solemn Tongue he did diſcourſe\nTo Love-fick Didoes ſad attending Ear,\nThe ſtory of that baleful burning Night,\nWhen ſubtle Greeks ſurpriz'd King Priam's Troy:", "Tell us what Simon hath bewitch'd our Ears,\nOr who hath brought the fatal Engine in,\nThat gives our Troy, our Rome the civil wound.\nMy Heart is not compact of Flint nor Steel,\nNor can I utter all our bitter grief,\nBut floods of Tears will drown my Oratory,\nAnd break my very utterance, even in the time\nWhen it ſhould move you to attend me moſt,\nLending your kind Hand, Commiſeration.\nHere is a Captain, let him tell the Tale.", "Here is a Captain, let him tell the Tale.", "Your Hearts will throb and weep to hear him ſpeak.", "Luc. This Noble Auditory, be it known to you,\nThat curſed Chiron and Demetrius", "Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,\nAnd they it were that raviſhed our Sifter,\nFor their ſell faults our Brothers were Beheaded,\nOur Fathers tears deſpis'd, and bafely couzen'd\nOf that true Hand, that fought Rome's Quarrel out,\nAnd ſent her Enemies unto the Grave.", "Laſtly, my ſelf unkindly baniſhed,", "The Gates ſhut on me, and turn'd weeping out,", "To beg relief among Rome's Enemies,", "Who droun'd their enmity in my true Tears,", "And op'd their Arms to imbrace me as a Friend :", "And I am turn'd forth, be it known to you,\nThat have preferv'd her welfare in my Blood,\nAnd from her boſom took the Enemies point,\nSheathing the Steel in my adventrous Body.", "Alas, you know, I am no Vauunter, I,", "My ſcars can witneſſ, dumb although they are,", "That my report is juſt and full of truth:", "But ſoft, methinks I do digreſs too much,", "Citing my worthleſs praeife: Oh pardon me,", "For when no Friends are by, Men praeife themſelves.", "Mar. Now is my turn to ſpeak: Behold this Child,\nOf this was Tamora delivered,", "The ilſue of an Irrelious Moor,", "Chief Architect and plotter of theſe woes,", "The Villain is alive in Titus' Houſe,", "And as he is, to witneſſ this is true.", "Now judge what cauſe had Titus to revenge", "Theſe wrongs, unſpeakable, paſt Patience,", "Or more than any living man could bear.", "Now you have heard the truth, what ſay you, Romans ?", "Have we done ought amifs ? ſhow us, wherein,", "And from the place where you behold us now,", "The poor remainder of Andronicus,", "Will Hand in Hand all headlong caſt us down,", "And on the ragged Stones beat forth our Brains,", "And make a mutual closure of our Houſe ;", "Speak, Romans, ſpeak, and if you ſay we shall,", "Lo Hand in Hand Lucius and I will fall.", "Amili. Come, come, thou revereu'd Man of Rome,", "And bring our Emperour gently in thy Hand,", "Lucius our Emperour: For well I know,", "The common voice do cry, it ſhall be ſo.", "Mar. Lucius, all hail, Romes Royal Emperour,", "Go, go into Old Titus' ſorrowsful Houſe,", "And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,", "To be adjudg'd ſome direful ſlaughtering death,", "As puniſhment for his moſt wicked life.", "Lucius, all hail to Rome's gracious Governour.", "Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans, may I govern ſo,", "To heal Romes harms, and wipe away her woe.", "But, gentle People, give me aim a while,", "Fo Nature puts me to a heavy task :", "Stand all aloof, but, Uncle, draw you near", "To ſhed obſequious Tears upon this Trunk :", "Oh take this warm kifs on thy pale cold Lips,", "Theſe ſorrowsful drops upon thy Blood-ſtain'd Face,", "The laſt true Duties of thy Noble Son.", "Mar. A tear for tear, and loving kifs for kifs,", "Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips :", "O were the ſum of theſe that I ſhould pay", "Countleſs and infinite, yet would I pay them.", "Luc. Come hither, Boy, come, come, and learn of us", "To melt in flowers: thy Grandſire lov'd thee well,", "Many a time he danc'd thee on his Knee:", "Sung thee aileep, his loving Breaſt, thy Pillow :", "Many a matter hath he told to thee,", "Meet and agreeing with thine Infancy :", "In that reſpect then, like a loving Child,", "Shed yet ſome ſmall drops from thy tender Spring,", "Becaufe kind Nature doth require it ſo:", "Friends ſhould affociate Friends, in Grief and Woe ;", "Bid him farewel, commit him to the Grave,", "Do him that kindneſſs, and take leave of him.", "Boy. O Grandſire, Grandſire: even with all my Heart", "Would I were Dead, ſo you did live again.", "O Lord, I cannot ſpeak to him for weeping,", "My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.", "Romans. You ſad Andronicus, have done with woes,", "Give ſentence on this execrable Wretch,", "That hath been breeder of theſe dire events.", "Luc. Set him

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cloveſt thy Crown i'th'middle, and gav'ſt away both parts,
thou bor'ſt thine Aſs on thy back o're the dirt, thou had'ſt
little wit in thy bald crown, when thou gav'ſt thy golden
one away: if I ſpeak like my ſelf in this, let him be whipt
that firſt finds it ſo.

Fools had ne're leſſ grace in ayer,
For wifemen are grown foppish,
And know not how their wits to wear,
Their manners are ſo apish.

Lear. When were you wont to be ſo full of Songs,
Sirrah?

Fool. I have uſed it Nuncle, e're ſince thou mad'ſt thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou gav'ſt them the rod, and put'ſt down thine own breeches, then they

For ſudden joy did weep,
And I for ſorrow ſung,
That ſuch a King should play bo peep,
And go the Fools among.

Prythee Nuncle keep a School Maſter that can teach thy
Fool to lye, I would fain learn to lye.

Lear. And you lye, Sirrah, we'll have you whipt.

Fool. I marvel what kin thou and thy Daughters are:
thy'll have me whipt for ſpeaking true: thou'lt have me
whipt for lying, and sometimes I am whipt, for holding
my peace. I had rather be any kind o'thing than a fool,
and yet I would not be thee, Nuncle; thou haſt pared thy
wit o'both fides, and left nothing i'th'middle; here comes
one o'the parings.

Enter Goneril.

Lear. How now, Daughter ? what makes that Frontlet
on ? You are too much of late i'th' frown.

Fool. Thou waſt a pretty ſellow when thou had'ſt no
need to care for her frowning ; now thou art an O without
a figure, I am better than thou art now, I am a fool, thou
art nothing. Yes for ſooth I will hold my tongue, ſo your
face bids me, though you ſay nothing.

Mum, Mum, be that kgeps nor cruſt, nor crum,
Weary of all, ſhall want ſome. That's a ſneal'd Pefcod.

Gon. Not only, Sir, this, your all licenc'd Fool,
But other of your inſolent retinſe

Do hourly Carp and Quarrel, breaking forth
In rank, (and not to be endured) riots, Sir.
I had thought by making this well know unto you,
To have found a ſafe redrefs, but now grow ſtearful
By what your ſelf too late have ſpoke and done,
That you protecſ this courſe, and put it on
By your allowance, which if you ſhould, the fault
Would not ſcape cenſure, nor the redrefſes ſleep,
Which in the tender of a wholeſome weal,
Might in their working do you that offence,
Which eſſe were ſhame, that then neceſſity
Will call diſcreet proceeding.

Fool. For you know, Nuncle, the Hedge ſparrow ſed the
Cuckooe ſo long, that it had it's head bit off by it's young,
ſo out went the Candle, and we were left darkling.

Lear. Are you our Daughter ?

Gon. I would you would make uſe of your good wifdom,
(Whereof I know you are fraught) and put away
Theſe diſpoſitions, which of late tranſport you
From what you rightly are.

Fool. May not an Aſs know, when the Cart draws the
Horſe?

Whoop Jug I love thee.

Lear. Do's any here know me?
This is not Lear :

Do's Lear walk thus ? ſpeak thus ? Where are his eyes ?
Either his Notion weakens, his Diſcernings
Are Lethargied. Ha ? Waking ? 'Tis not ſo ;

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

Fool. Lear's ſhadow.

Lear. Your name, fair Gentlewoman ?

Gon. This admiration, Sir, is much o'ch'favour
Of other your new pranks. I do beſeeth you
To uſtend my purpofes aright:
As you are Old, and Reverend, ſhould be Wifc.
Here do you keep a hundred Knights and Squires,
Men ſo diſorder'd, ſo debofh'd, and bold,
That this our Court infected, with their manners,
Shews like a riotous Inn; Epicurifm and Luſt
Makes it more like a Tavern, or a Brothell,
Than a grac'd Palace. The ſhame it ſelf doth ſpeak
For inſtant remedy. Be then deſir'd,

By her that eſſe will take the thing the beggs,
A little to diſquantity your Train,
And the remainders that ſhall ſtill depend,
To be ſuch men as may beſt your Age,
Which know themselves, and you,

Lear. Darkneſs, and Devils,

Saddle my Horſes: call my Train together.
Degenerate Baſtard, I'le not trouble thee;
Yet have I left a Daughter.

Gon. You ſtrike my people, and your diſorder'd rabble
make Servants of their Betters.

Enter Albany.

Lear. Woe, that too late repents:

Is it your will, ſpeak, Sir ? Prepare my Horſes.
Ingratitud! thou Marble-hearted Fiend,
More hideous when thou ſhew'ſt thee in a Child,
Than the Sea-monſter.

Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.

Lear. Detefted Kite, thou lyeſt.

My Train are men of choice, and rareſt parts,
That all particulars of duty know,
And in the moſt exact regard, ſupport
Their worſhIPS of their name. O moſt ſmall fault,
How ugly did'ſt thou in Cordelia ſhew ?
Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of Nature
From the fixt place: drew from my heart all love,
And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear !
Beat at this gate that let thy Folly in,
And thy dear Judgement out. Go, go, my people.

Alb. My Lord, I am guilſtleſſs, as I am ignorant
Of what hath moved you.

Lear. It may be ſo, my Lord,
Hear Nature, hear, dear Goddeſſs, hear :
Suspend thy purpofe, if thou did'ſt intend
To make this Creature fruitful:
Into her Womb convey ſterility,
Dry up in her the Organs of increaſe,
And from her derogate body, never ſpring
A Babe to honour her. If the muſt teem,
Create her Child of Spleen, that it may live
And be a thwart, diſnatur'd torment to her.
Let it ſtamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent Tears fret Chanel's in her Cheeks,
Turn all her Mother's pains, and benefits
To laughter, and contempt: That the ſe may feel,
How harper than a Serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankleſs Child. Away, away.

Alb. Now gods that we adore.
Whereof comes this ?

Gon. Never afflict your ſelf to know of it:
But let his diſpoſition have that ſcope
As dotage gives it.

Enter Lear.

Lear. What fifty of my followers at a clap?

Within a fortaight ?

Alb. What's the matter, Sir ?

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Lear. I'll tell thee :
Life and Death, I am agham'd
That thou haſt power to ſhake my manhood thus,
That theſe hot tears, which break from me perſorce,
Should make thee worth them,
Blaſts and Fogs upon thee :
Th' untented woundings of a Father's Caſe
Pierce every ſenſe about thee. Old fond Eyes,
Beweep thee once again, I'll pluck ye out,
And caſt you with the Waters that you loſe
To temper Clay. Ha ? Let it be ſo,
I have another Daughter,
Who I am ſure is kind and comfortable :
When the ſhall hear this of thee, with her nails
Shee'll ſlea thy Wolviſh viſage. Thou ſhalt find,
That I'll reſume the ſhape which thou doſt think
I have caſt off for ever.
Gon. Do you mark that?
Alb. I cannot be ſo partial, Gonerill,
To the great love I bear you.
Gon. Pray you content. What, Oſwald, ho ?
You, Sir, more Knave than Fool, after your Maſter.
Fool. Nuncle Lear, Nuncle Lear,
Tarry, take the Fool with thee :
A Fox, when one has caught her,
And fuch a Daughter,
Should ſure to the ſlaughter,
If my Cap would buy a Halter,
So the Fool follows after.
[Exit]
Gon. This man hath had good counſel,
A hundred Knights ?
'Tis politick, and ſafe to let him keep
At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on every Dream,
Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, diflike,
He may aguast his dotage with their powers,
And hold our lives in mercy. Oſwald, I ſay.
Alb. Well, you may fear too far ;
Gon. Safer than truſt too far ;
Let me ſtill take away the harms I fear,
Not fear I'llt to be taken. I know his heart,
What he hath utter'd, I have writ my Sifter :
If he'll ſuſtain him, and his hundred Knights
When I have ſhew'd th' unſitneſs.

Enter Steward.

How now, Oſwald?
What have you writ that Letter to my Sifter?
Stew. I, Madam.
Gon. Take you ſome Company, and away to Horſe,
Inform her full of my particular fear,
And thereto add ſuch reaſons of your own,
As may compaſt it more. Get you gone,
And haſten your return; no, no, my Lord,
This milky gentlenefs, and course of yours
Though I condemn not, yet under pardon
You are much more at task for want of wifdom,
Than prais'd for harmful mildneſs.
Alb. How far your Eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Gon. Nay then —
Alb. Well, well, the 'vent.
[Exeunt]

## Scena Quinta.

Enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman, and Fool.

Lear. Go you before to Gloſter with theſe Letters; ac-
quaint my Daughter no further with any thing you know,
than comes from her demand out of the Letter, if your
diligence be not ſpeedy, I ſhall be there afore you.
Kent. I will not ſleep, my Lord, till I have delivered
your Letter.
[Exit.

Fool. If a man's brains were in his heels, wert not in
danger of kibes ?
Lear. I, Boy.
Fool. Then I prythee be merry, thy Wit ſhall not go
flip-fhod.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha.
Fool. Shalt fee thy other Daughter will ſe thee kindly,
for though theſe as like this, as a Crab's like an Apple, yet
I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. What canſt tell, Boy ?
Fool. She will taſte as like this, as a Crab do's to a
Crab: canſt thou tell why ones Noſe ſtands i' th' middle
on's face ?
Lear. No.
Fool. Why to keep ones Eyes of either ſide's noſe, that
what a man cannot ſmell out, he may ſpy into.
Lear. I did her wrong.
Fool. Canſt tell how an Oyſter makes his ſhell ?
Lear. No.
Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a Snail has a
Houſe.
Lear. Why ?
Fool. Why to put's head in, not to give it away to his
Daughters, and leave his Horns without a Cafe.
Lear. I will forget my Nature, ſo kind a Father ? Be
my Horſes ready ?
Fool. Thy Aſſes are gone about 'em ; the reaſon why
the ſeven Stars are no more than ſeven, is a pretty reaſon.
Lear. Because they are not eight.
Fool. Yes indeed, thou would'ſt make a good Fool.
Lear. To tak't again perſorce ? Monſter ingratitude !
Fool. If you were my Fool, Nuncle, I'll have thee bea-
con for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that ?
Fool. Thou ſhould'ſt not have bin old, till thou had'ſt
bin wife.
Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, ſweet Heaven:
keep me in temper, I would not be mad. How now, are
the Horſes ready ?
Gent. Ready, my Lord.
Lear. Come, Boy.
Fool. She that's a Maid now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a Maid long, unleſs things be cut ſhorter.

[Exeunt.]

## Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Baſtard, and Curan, ſeverally.

Baſt. S Ave thee, Curan.
Cur. And you, Sir, I have bin
With your Father, and given him notice
That the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutcheſs
Will be here with him this night.
Baſt. How comes that ?
Cur. Nay I know not, you have heard of the news a-
broad, I mean the whiſper'd ones, for they are yet but
Ear-killing Arguments.
Baſt. Not 1: pray you what are they ?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely Wars toward,
'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ?
Baſt. Not a word.
Cur. You may do then in time,
Fare you well, Sir.
[Exit]

Baſt. The Duke be here to night? the better beſt,
This weaves it ſelf perſorce into my buſineſs,
My Father hath ſet guard to take my Brother,
And I have one thing of a queazy queſtion
Which I muſt aſt, briefneſs, and fortune work.

Enter

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Enter Edgar.

Brother, a word, defend, brother I say,
My Father watches ; O Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is given where you are hid ;
You have now the good advantage of the night,
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither, now i'th' night, i'th'haſte,
And Regan with him, have you nothing faſd
Upon his party 'gainſt the Duke of Albany?
Advise your self.

Ed. I am fure on't, not a word.

Baſt. I hear my Father coming, pardon me:
In cunning, I muſt draw my Swo: upon you :
Draw, feem to defend your ſelf,
Now quit you well.

Yield, come before my father, light hoa, here,

Fly, Brother, Torches, fo farewel,
Some loud drawn on me would beget opinion
Of my more fierce endeavour. I have been drunkards
Do more than this in ſport ; Father, father,
Stop, ſtop, no help?

[Exit Edgar.

Enter Gloſter, and Servants with Torches.

Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?

Baſt. Here I ſtood he in the dark, his ſharp Sword out,
Mumbling of wicked Charms, conjuring the Moon
To ſtand his auſpicious Miftrels.

Glo. But where is he ?

Baſt. Look, Sir, I bleed.

Glo. Where is the villain, Edmund?

Baſt. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he could—

Glo. Purſue him, ho: go after. By no means, what ?

Baſt. Perſwade me to murther of your Lordship,

But that I told him the revenging gods,
'Gainſt Parricides did all the thunder bend,
Spoke with how manifold, and ſtrong a Bond
The Child was bound to th' Father. Sir, in fine,
Seeing how lothly oppoſite I flood
To his unnatural purpofe, in ſell motion
With his prepared Sword, he charges home
My unprovided body, latch'd mine Arm:
And when he ſaw my beſt alarm'd Spirits
Bold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th' encounter,
Or whether gaſted by the noife I made,
Full suddenly he fled.

Glo. Let him flye far:
Not in this land ſhall he remain uncaught
And found; diſpatch, the Noble Duke my Maſter,
My worth Arch and Patron comes to night,
By his Authority I will proclaim it,
That he which finds him ſhall deferve our thanks,
Bringing the murderous Coward to the ſtake :
He that conceals him, death.

Baſt. When I diſſwaded him from his intent,
And found him pight to do it, with curſ ſpeech
I threatened to diſcover him; he replied,
Thou unpoſſeſſing Baſtard, doſt thou think,
If I would ſtand againſt thee, would the ſepoſal
Of any truſt, virtue, or worth in thee
Make thy words faith'd? No, what ſhould I deny,
(As this I would, though thou did't produce
My very Character ) I'll turn it all
To thy fuggelſion, plot, and damned practice :
And thou muſt make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential Spirits
To make thee ſee it.

[Tucket within.

Glo. O ſtrange and faſt ned Villain!
Would he deny his Letter, ſaid he ?
Heark, the Duke's trumpets, I know not where he comes,
All Ports I'le bar, the villain ſhall not ſcape,

The Duke muſt grant me that: beſides, his picture
I will ſend far and near, that all the Kingdom
My have due note of him, and of my land,
(Loyal and natural Boy) I'le work the means
To make thee capable.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants.

Corn. How now, my noble friend, ſince I came hither
(Which I can call but now) I have heard ſtrangenefs.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too ſhort
Which can purſue th'offender: how does my Lord ?

Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd.

Reg. What, did my Father's Godſon ſeek your life ?

He whom my father nam'd, your Edgar :

Glo. O Lady, Lady, ſhame would have it hid.

Reg. Was he not compainon with the riotous Knights
That tended upon my father ?

Glo. I know not, Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad.

Bast. Yes, Madam, he was of that comfort.

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill-affected,
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have th'expence and waſt of Revenues ;
I have this preſent evening from my Sifter

Been well inform'd of them, and with ſuch cautions,
That if they come to ſojourn at my Houſe,
I'le not be there.

Cor. Nor I, auſſure thee, Regan ;

Edmund, I hear that you have ſhewn your Father
A Child-like Office.

Bast. It is my duty, Sir.

Glo. He did bewray his practice, and receiv'd
This hurt you, ſe, iſtiving to apprehend him.

Cor. Is he purſued ?

Glo. I, my good Lord.

Cor. If he be taken, he ſhall never more
Be fear'd of doing harm, make your own purpofe,
How in my ſtrength you pleafe: as for you, Edmund,
Whofe virtue and obedience doth this inſant
So much commend it ſelf, you ſhall be ours,
Natures of ſuch deep truſt, we ſhall much need:
You we firſt ſeize on.

Bast. I ſhall ſerve you, Sir, truly, how ever eſſe.

Glo. For him I thank your Grace.

Cor. You know not why we came to viſit you.

Reg. Thus out of ſeafon, thredding dark-ey'd night,
Occailions Noble Gloſter of ſome prize,
Wherein we muſt have uſe of your advice.
Our Father he hath writ, ſo hath our Sifter,
Of differences, which I beſt thought it ſit
To anſwer from our home: the ſeveral Meſengers
From hence attend diſpatch, our good old friend
Lay comforts to your boſome, and beſtow
Your needful counſel to our buſineſſes,
Which craves the inſant uſe.

Glo. I ſerve you, Madam,
Your Graces are right welcom.

[Exeunt.]

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Enter Kent, and Steward, ſeverally.

Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend, art of this houſe?

Kent. I.

Stew. Where may we ſet our horſes ?

Kent. I th'mire.

Stew. Prythee if thou lov't ſt me, tell me.

Kent. I love thee not.

Stew. Why then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury Pinfold, I would make
thee care for me.

Stew. Why doſt thou uſe me thus? I know thee not.

Kent. Fellow, I know thee.

Stew.

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Stew. What doft thou know me for?

Kent. A Knave, a Rafcal, and eater of broken meats, a
bafe, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-fuited, hundred pound,
filthy woofed flocking Knave, a Lilly livered, Action-
taking, whorfon glafs gazing, fuper-fervicable finical
Rogue, one-Trunk-inheriting flave, one that would'ft be a
Bawd in way of good fervice, and art nothing but the
composition of a Knave, Beggar, Coward, Pander, and
the Son and Heir of a Mungril Bitch, one whom I will beat
into clamorous whining, if thou deny't the leaft syllable
of thy addition.

Stew. Why, what a monſtrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee?

Kent. What a brazen fac'd Varlet art thou, to deny
thou knowelt me ? Is it two days ſince I tript up thy heels,
and beat thee before the King? Draw you Rogue, for
though it be night, yet the Moon flines, I'le make a fop
o'th'Moonshine of you, you whorfon Culleinly Barbar
monger, draw.

Stew. Away, I have nothing to do with thee.

Kent. Draw, you Rafcal, you come with letters against
the King, and take Vanity the puppet's part, against the
Royalty of her father: draw, you rogue, or I'le fo carbonado
your flanks, draw you Rafcal, come your ways.

Stew. Help, ho, murther, help.

Kent. Strike you flave: ſtand, Rogue, ſtand you neat
flave, ſtrike.

Stew. Help ho, murrher, murther.

Enter Baſtard, Cornwal, Regan, Gloſter, Servant.

Baſt. How now, what's the matter ? Part.

Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you pleafe, come,
I'le fleh ye, come on young Maſter.

Glo. Weapons? Arms? what's the matter here?

Cor. Keep peace upon your lives, he dyes that strikes a-
gain, what is the matter ?

Reg. The Meſſengers from our Sifter, and the King?

Kent. What is your difference, ſpeak?

Stew. I am ſcare in breath, my Lord.

Kent. No marvel, you have ſo beſtir'd your Valour, you
cowardly Raſcal, nature difclaims in thee: a Taylor made
thee.

Corn. Thou art a ſtrange fellow, a Taylor make a man?

Kent. A Taylor, Sir; a Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could
not have made him ſo ill, though they had been but two
years o'th'trade.

Cor. ſpeak yet, how grew your quarrel?

Stew. The ancient Ruffian, Sir, whose life I have ſpar'd
at ſute of his gray beard.

Kent. Thou whoſoreſon Zed, thou unnecessary letter, my
Lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unboulted
villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a Jakes with him,
Spare my gray-beard, you wag-tail ?

Cor. Peace, Sirrah,

You beaſtly knave, know you no reverence ?

Kent. Yes, Sir, but anger hath a privilege.

Cor. Why art thou angry?

Kent. That ſuch a ſlave as this ſhould wear a Sword,
Who wears no honeſty: ſuch smiling rogues as theſe,
Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a-twain,
Which art t'intrince, t'unloofe: ſmooth every paffon
That in the natures of their Lords rebel,
Being oil to fire, ſnow to the colder moods,
Renego, affirm, and turn their Halcyon beaks,
With every gale, and vary of their Maſters,
Knowing nought (like dogs) but following :

A plague upon your Epileptic village,
Smile you my ſpeeches, as I were a fool?

Goofe, if I had you upon Sarum plain
I'le drive ye cackling home to Camelot.

Corn. What art thou mad, old ſellow?

Gloſt. How fell you out, fay that?

Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,
Than I, and fuch a Knave.

Corn. Why doſt thou call him Knave ?

What is his fault?

Kent. His countenance likes me not.

Cor. No more perchance do's mine, nor his, nor hers.

Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain,

I have feen better faces in my time,
Than itands on any ſhoulder that I fee
Before me, at this inſtant.

Corn. This is ſome ſellow,

Who having been prais'd for bluntneſs, doth affect

A fawcy roughneſs, and conſtrains the garb

Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter, he,
An honeſt mind and plain, he must ſpeak truth,
And they will take it ſo, if not, he's plain.

Theſe kind of Knaves I know, which in this plainneſſ.

Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,

Then twenty filly-ducking obſervants,

That ſtretch their duties nicely.

Kent. Sir, in good faith, in ſincere verity,

Under th'allowance of your great affect,

Whofe influence like the wreath of radiant fire

On ficking Phæbus front.

Corn. What mean'ſt by this?

Kent. To go out of my dialect: which you diſcommend
fo much; I know, Sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguil'd
you in a plain accent, was a plain Knave, which for my
part I will not be, though I ſhould win your diſpleasure to
intreat me to't.

Corn. What was th'offence you gave him?

Stew. I never gave him any :

It pleas'd the King his Maſter very late

To ſtrike at me upon his miſconstruction,

When he compact, and flattering his diſpleasure

Tript me behind: being down, infuſted, rail'd,

And put upon him ſuch a deal of Man,

That worthied him, got praifes of the King,

For him attempting, who was ſelf-fubdued,

And in the ſleſhment of this dead exploit,

Drew on me here again.

Kent. None of theſe Rogues, and Cowards,
But Ajax is their fool.

Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks?

You ſturbborn ancient Knave, you reverent Braggart,
We'll teach you.

Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn:

Call not your Stocks for me, I ferve the King;

On whofe employment I was ſent to you,

You ſhall do ſmall reſpects, ſhew too bold malice

Against the Grace, and Perſon of my Maſter,

Stocking his Meſſenger.

Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks;

As I have life and honour, there ſhall he ſit 'till Noon.

Reg. 'Till noon? 'till night my Lord, and all night too.

Ke't. Why Madam, if I were your Father's dog,

You should not uſe me ſo.

Reg. Sir, being his Knave, I will.

[Stocks brought out.

Cor. This is a fellow of the ſelf-fame colour,

Our Sifter ſpeaks of. Come, bring away the Stocks.

Glo. Let me beefech your Grace, not to do ſo,

The King his Maſter needs muſt take it ill

That he's ſo flightely valued in his Meſſenger,

Should have him this reſtrained.

Corn. Ple anſwer that.

Reg. My Sifter may receive it much more worſe,

To have her Gentleman abus'd, affaülted.

Corn. Come, my Lord, away.

[Exit.]

Glo. I am forry for thee, friend, 'tis the Dukes pleafure,
Whofe diſpoſition all the world well knows

Will not be rubb'd nor ſlopt, I'le intreat for thee.

Kent. Pray do not, fir, I have watch'd and travel'd hard,
Some time I ſhall fleep out, the reſ I'le whiffle :

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels :

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Give you Good morrow.

Glo. The Duke's to blame in this,

'Twill be ill taken.

[Exit.]

Kent. Good King, that must approve the common law,
Thou out of Heaven's benediction com'ft
To the warm Sun.

Approach thou Beacon to this under Globe,
That by thy comfortable Beams I may
Peruse this Letter. Nothing almost fees miracles
But misery. I know 'tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
Of my obscured course. And shall find time
From this enormous State, seeking to give
Loffes their remedies. All weary and o're-watch'd,
Take vantage heavy eyes, not to behold
This flameful lodging. Fortune, good night,
Smile once more, turn thy wheel.

Enter Edgar.

Ed. I have heard my self proclaim'd,
And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
Eſcap'd the hunt. No Port is free, no place
That guard, and moſt unuſual vigilance
Do's not attend my taking. Whileſ I may ſcape
I will preferve my ſelf: and am bethought
To take the bafeſt and moſt pooreſt ſhape
That ever penury in contempt of man,
Brought near to Beaſt: My face I'll grime with filth,
Blanket my loins, put all my hair in knots,
And with prefented nakedneſs out-face
The winds, and perſecutions of the Sky:
The Country gives me proof and preſident
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
Strike in their numm'd and mortifi'd Arms,
Pins, Wooden pricks, Nails, Sprigs of Roſemary:
And with this horrible object, from low Farms,
Poor pelting Villages, Sheeps-Coats, and Mills,
Sometimes with Lunatick Bans, sometimes with Prayers,
Inforce their charity: poor Tیرlyged, poor Tom.
That's ſomething yet: Edgar 1 nothing am.

[Exit.]

Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.

Lear. 'Tis ſtrange that they ſhould ſo depart from home,
And not ſend back my Meſſenger.

Gent. As I learn'd,

The night before, there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.

Kent. Hail to thee, Noble Maſter.

Lear. Ha, mak'ſt thou this ſhame thy paſtime?

Kent. No, my Lord.

Fool. Ha, ha, he wears Crewel Garters; Horſes are ty'd
by the heads, Dogs and Bears by th' neck, Monkies
by th' loins, and men by th' legs; when a man is overluſy
at legs, then he wears wooden nether ſtocks.

Lear. What's he,

That hath ſo much thy place miſlook
To fet thee here?

Kent. It is both he and ſhe,

Your Son and Daughter.

Lear. No.

Kent. Yes.

Lear. No, I fay.

Kent. I fay, yea.

Lear. By Jupiter, I ſwear no.

Kent. By Juno, I ſwear I.

Lear. They durſt not do't:

They could not, would not do't: 'tis worſe than murther
To do upon reſpect ſuch violent outrage:
Reſolve me with all modeſt haſt, which way
Thou might'ſt deferve, or they impoſe this uſage,
Coming from us.

Kent. My Lord, when at their home

I did commend your Highneſs Letters to them,
E're I was riven from the place, that ſhewed
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking Poſt,
Stew'd in his haſt, half breathleſſ, panting forth
From Goneril his Miſtrefs, falutation;
Deliver'd Letters ſpight of intermiſſion,
Which prefently they read; on theſe contents
They ſumm'd up their meiny, ſtraight took horſe,
Commanded me to follow and attend
The leifure of their anſwer, gave me cold looks,
And meeting here the other Meſſenger,
Whofe welcome I perceiv'd had poynt'd mine,
Being the very fellow which of late
Diſplay'd ſo ſawcily againſt your Highneſſ,
Having more man than wit about me, drew;
He rais'd the horſe, with loud and coward cries,
Your Son and Daughter found this treſpaſs worth
The ſhame which here it ſuffers.

(way,

Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild Geefe fly that
Fathers that wear Rags do make their Children blind.
But Fathers that bear Bags, ſhall fee their Children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore, ne'er'or turns the key to th'poor.
But for all this thou ſhalt have as many dolours for thy dear
Daughters, as thou canſt tell in a year.

Lear. Oh how this Mother ſwells up toward my heart!
Hysterica paſſio, down thou climbing forrow,
Thy Element's below; where is this Dauglister?

Kent. With the Earl, Sir, here within.

Lear. Follow me not, ſtay here.

Gen. Made you more offence,

But what you ſpeak of.

Kent. None;

How chance the King comes with ſo ſmall a number?

Fool. And thou haſt been ſet i'th' Stocks for that
quſeſtion, th'ouſt it well deferv'd it.

Kent. Why, Fool?

Fool. We'll ſet thee to ſchool to an Art, to teach thee
there's no labouring i'th' winter. All that follow their
noſes, are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not
a noſe among twenty, but can ſmell him that's ſlinking!
let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, left
it break thy neck with following. But the great one that
goes upward, let him draw thee after: When a wife man
gives thee better counſel, give me mine again, I would
have none but Knaves follow it, ſince a fool gives it.
That, Sir, which ferves and ſeeks for gain,
And follows but for ſorm;
Will pack when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in a ſtorm.

And I will tarry, the fool will ſtay,
And let the wife man fly:
The Knave turns fool that runs away,
The fool no Knave perdy.

Enter Lear, and Gloſter.

Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool?

Fool. Not i'th' Stocks, fool.

Lear. Deny to ſpeak with me ?

They are ſick, they are weary,
They have travell'd all the night ? meer fetches,
The Images of revolt and flying off.
Fet me a better anſwer.
Glo. My dear Lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How unremoveable and fixt he is
In his own courfe.

Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Conſuſion:
Fiery ? What quality ? Why, Gloſter, Gloſter,
Pld ſpeak with the Duke of Cornwall, and his wife.

Glo. Well, my good Lord, I have inform'd them to do.
Le. Inform'd them ? Doſt thou understand me, man?

Glo. I, my good Lord.

Lear. The King would ſpeak with Cornwall,

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In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee.
Let fhame come when it will, I do not call it,
I do not bid the Thunder-Bearer hoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove,
Mend when thou canſt, be better at thy leifure,
I can be patient, I can ſtay with Regan,
I and my hundred Knights.

Reg. Not altogether ſo,
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome, give ear, Sir, to my Sifter,
For thofe that mingle reafon with your paffion,
Muſt be content to think you old, and ſo,
But ſhe knows what ſhe does.

Lear. Is this well ſpoken ?

Reg. I dare avouch it, Sir, what fifty followers?
Is it not well? What ſhould you need of more?
Yea, or ſo many? Sith that both charge and danger,
Speak 'gainſt ſo great a number: How in one houſe
Should many people, under two commands
Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almoſt impoffible.

Gon. Why might not you, my Lord, receive attendance
From thofe that ſhe calls ſervants, or from mine ?

Reg. Why not, my Lord?
If then they chanc'd to ſlack ye,
We could controll them; if you will come to me,
(For now I ſpy a danger) I intreat you
To bring five and twenty, to no more
Will I give place or notice.

Lear. I gave you all.

Reg. And in good time you gave it.

Lear. Made you my Guardians my Deſpotitaries,
But keep a refervation to be followed
With ſuch a number ? What muſt I come to you
With five and twenty ? Regan, faid you ſo ?

Reg. And ſpeak't again, my Lord, no more with me.

Lear. Thofe wicked Creatures yet do look well favor'd
When others are more wicked, not being the worſt
Stands in ſome rank of praife; I'll go with thee,
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty.
And thou art twice her Love.

Gon. Hear me, my Lord;
What need you five and twenty ? Ten ? Or five?
To follow in a houſe, where twice ſo many.

Have a command to tend you?

Reg. What need one ?

Lear. O reafon not the need: Our bafeſt Beggars
Are in the pooreſt thing ſuperfluous,

Allow not Nature, more than nature needs :
Man's life is cheap as Beaſts. Thou art a Lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous:

Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear? ſt,
Which ſcarcely keeps thee warm, but for true need,
You Heavens, give me that patience, patience I need,
You fee me here (you gods) a poor old man,
As full of grief as age, wretched in both,
If it be you that ſtirs theſe Daughters hearts
Aſainſt their Father, ſool me not ſo much :
To bear it tamely: Touch me with Noble anger,
And let not Women's weapons, water drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnatural Hags,
I will have ſuch revenges on you both,
That all the world ſhall — I will do ſuch things,
What they are yet, I know not, but they ſhall be
The terrors of the Earth, you think I'll weep,
No, I'll not weep, I have full cauſe of weeping.

[Storm and Tempest.

But this heart ſhall break into a hundred thouſand flaws,
Or e'er I weep. O ſool, I ſhall go mad.

[Exeunt.]

Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a ſtorm.

Reg. This houſe is little, the old man and's people
Cannot be well beſtow'd.

Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himſelf from reſt,
And muſt needs tafeſt his folly.

Reg. For his particular I'll receive him gladly,

But not one follower.

Gon. So am I purpós'd,
Where is my Lord of Gloſter ?

Enter Gloſter.

Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.
Glo. The King is in high rage.
Corn. Whither is he going ?
Glo. He calls to horſe, but will I know not whither.
Corn. 'Tis beſt to give him way, he leads himſelf.
Gon. My Lord, intreat him by no means to ſtay.
Glo. Alack the night comes on: and the high winds
Do forely ruffle, for many Miles about
There's ſcarce a Buſh.

Reg. O Sir, to wilſul men,
The injuries that they themſelves procure,
Muſt be their School-Maſters: Shut up your doors,
He is attended with a deſperate train,
And what they may incenſe him to, being apt,
To have his ear abus'd, wifdom bids fear.

Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night,
My Regan Counſels well: Come out o'th' ſtorm.

[Exeunt.]

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Storm ſtill. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, ſeverally.

Kent. W Ho's there besides foul weather? (If)
Gent. One minded like the weather, moſt unquiet

Kent. I know you: Where's the King?

Gent. Contending with the fretful Elements.
Bids the wind blow the earth into the Sea,
Or ſwell the curled Waters 'bove the Main,
That things might change, or ceaſe.

Kent. But who is with him ?

Gent. None but the ſool, who labours to out-jest
His heart-ſtrook injuries.

Kent. Sir, I do know you,
And dare upon the warrant of my note
Commend a clear thing to you. There is divifion
(Although as yet the face of it is cover'd
With mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall:
Who have, as who have not, that their great Stars
Thron'd and fet high; Servants who feem no leſs,
Which are to France the Spies and Speculations
Intelligent of our State. What hath bin ſeen,
Either in ſnuffs and packings of the Dukes,
Or the hard Rein which both of them have born
Aſainſt the old kind King; or ſomethng deeper,
Whereof (perchance) theſe are but furniſhings.

Gent. I will talk further with you.

Kent. No, do not:

For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall; open this purſe and take
What it contains. If you ſhall fee Cordelia,
(As fear not but you ſhall) ſhow her this Ring,
And ſhe will tell you who that fellow is,
That yet you do not know. Fie on this ſtorm,
I will go ſeek the King.

Gent. Give me your hand,
Have you no more to ſay ?

Kent. Few words, but to effect more than all yet;
That when we have found the King, in which your pain
That way, I'll this: He that firſt lights on him,
Hollow the other.

[Exeunt.]

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## Scena Secunda.

Storm still.

Enter Lear, and Fool.

Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; Rage, blow
You Cataracts, and Hurricane's spout,
'Till you have drench'd my Steeples, drown the Cocks.
You Sulph'rous and thought-exciting fires,
Vanty curriers of Oak-cleaving Thunder-bolts,
Singe my white head. And thou all-faithling Thunder,
Strike flat the thick Rotundity o' th' world,
Crack nature's moulds, all germanes spill at once
That makes ingrateful Man.

Fool. O Nuncle, Court holy-water in a dry Houfe, is better than the Rain-water out o' door. Good Nuncle, in, ask thy Daughters bleffing, here's a night pities neither wifemen, nor Fools.

Lear. Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spout Rain;
Nor Rain, Wind, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters,
I tax not you, you Elements with unkindneſs.
I never gave you Kingdom, call'd you Children:
You owe me no subſcription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleafure. Here I stand your Slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and defepis'd old man:
But yet I call you fervile Minifters,
That will with two pernicious Daughters join
Your high-engender'd Battles, 'gainſt a head
So old and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foul.

Fool. He that has a Houſe to put's head in, has a good Head-piece:
The Codpiece that will houſe, before the head has any:
The head, and he ſhall Lowſe: fo beggars marry many.
That man that makes his toe, what his heart ſhould make,
Shall of a Corn cry woe, and turn his ſleep to wake.

For there was never yet fairer woman, but ſhe made
mouths in a glaſs.

Enter Kent.

Kent.

Lear. No, I will be the patience of all patience,
I will ſay nothing.

Kent. Who's there?

Fool. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a
Wife-man, and a Fool.

Kent. Alas Sir, are you here? things that love night,
Love not such nights as theſe: the wrathful Skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And makes them keep their Caves: Since I was man,
Such fleets of fire, ſuch burſts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring Wind, and Rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry
Th' affliction, nor the fear.

Lear. Let the great gods
That keep this dreadful pudder o're our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch,
That haſt within thee undivulged Crimes
Unwhipt of Juſtice. Hide thee, thou bloudy hand;
Thou Perjur'd, and thou Similar of Virtue
That art ineſtuous. Caitiff, to pieces ſake
That under covert and convenient ſeeming
Has prætis'd on man's life. Cloſe pent up guilts,
Rive your concealing Continents, and cry
Theſe dreadful Summoners grace. I am a man,
More finn'd againſt, than finning.

Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?

Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a Hovel,
Some friendſhip will it lend you 'gainſt the tempeſt:
Reſolve you there, while I to this hard houſe
( More harder than the Stones whereof 'tis rais'd,
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Deny'd me to come in) return, and force
Their ſcanted courteſe.

Lear. My wits begin to turn.

Come on my boy. How doſt my boy? Art cold ?

I am cold my ſelf. Where is this ſtraw, my fellow ?

The art of our Necefliſities is ſtrange,
And can make vild things precious. Come, your hovel;
Poor Fool, and Knave, I have one part in my heart
That's forſy yet for thee.

Fool. He that has and a little tyne wit,
With height-ho, the Wind and the Rain,
Muſt make content with his fortunes fit,
Though the Rain it raineth every day.

Lear. True boy: come bring us to this Hovel.

[Exit.]

Fool. This is a brave night to cool a Curtizan:
Ile ſpeak a prophecy e're I go:
When Priefles are more in words, than matter :
When Brewers marre their Malt with water;
When Nobles are their taylor's tutors,
No Hereticks burn'd but wenches Suitors,
When every Cafe in Law is right :
No Squire in debt, nor no poor Knight :
When Slanders do not live in tongues ;
Nor Cut-purſes come not to throngs ;
When Uſurers tell their Gold i'th' field,
And Bawds and Whores, do Churches build.
Then ſhall the Realm of Albion come to great conſuffion,
Then comes the time, who lives to fee',
That going ſhall be us'd with feet,
This prophecy Merlin ſhall make,
For I do live before his time.

[Exit.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Gloſter and Edmund.

Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dea-
ling; when I defired their leave that I might pitty him,
they took from me the uſe of mine own houſe, charg'd me
on pain of perpetual diſpleafure, neither to ſpeak of him,
entreat for him, or any way ſuſtain him.

Baſt. Moſt ſtavage and unnatural.

Glo. Go too; ſay you nothing. There is diſvision be-
tween the Dukes, and a worſe matter than that: I have
received a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be ſpoken I
have lock'd the Letter in my Cloſet, theſe injuries the King
now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a
Power already ſeoted, we muſt incline to the King, I will
look him, and privily relieve him; go you and maintain
talk with the Duke, that my charité be not of him percei-
ved; if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed, if I die
for it, (as no leſe is threatned me) the King my old Maſter
muſt he relieved. There is ſtrange things toward, Edmund,
pray you be careful.

Baſt. This Courteſe forbid thee, ſhall the Duke
Inſantly know, and of that Letter too;
This ſeems a fair deſerving, and muſt draw me
That which my Father loſes: no leſs than all,
The younger ríſes, when the old doth fall.

[Exit.]

[Exit.]

## Scena Quarta.

Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.

Kent. Here is the place, my Lord, good my Lord, enter,
The Tyranny of the open night's too rough
For Nature to endure.

Storm still.

[Storm still.]

Lear. Let me alone.

Kent. Good my Lord, enter here.

Lear. Wilt break my heart ?

Kent. I had rather break mine own,
Good my Lord enter.

Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious
Invades us to the skin: fo: 'tis to thee,
But where the greater malady is fixt,
The leſſer is ſcarce felt. Thou'd'st then a Bear,

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But

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100

But if thy flight light toward the roaring Sea,
Thou'lt meet the Bear icht'mouth, when the mind's free,
The bodies delicate, the tempeft in my mind,
Doth from my fenfes take all feeling elfe,
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude,
Is it not as this mouth should tear his hand
For lifting food to't: But I will punifh home;
No, I will weep no more. In fuch a night,
To fluh me out? Pour on, I will endure:
In fuch a night as this? O Ragan, Gonerill,
Your old kind Father, whole frank heart gave all,
O that way madneſs lies, let me ſhun that:
No more of that.

Lear. Prithee go in thy ſelf, ſeek thine own eafe,
This tempeſt will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more, but I'le go in,
In boy, go firſt. You houſeleſs povertye,
Nay, get thee in; I'le pray, and then I'le ſleep.
Poor naked wretches, where fo ere you are
That bide the pelting of this pittileſs ſtorm,
How ſhall your houſeleſs heads, and unſed fides,
Your lop'd, and window'd raggedneſs defend you
From ſeafons ſuch as theſe? O I have tane
Too little care of this: take Phyſick, Pomp,
Expole thy ſelf to feel, what wretches feel,
That thou may't ſhake the ſuperflux to them,
And ſhew the heavens more juſt.

[Exit.]

Enter Edgar, and Fool.

Edg. Fathom and half, Fathom and half? poor Tom.

Fool. Come not in here Nuncle, heres a Spirit, help me,
help me.

Kent. Give me thy hand, who's there?

Fool. A Spirit, a Spirit, he fays his name's poor Tom.

Kent. What art thou that do't? grumble there? i'th'ftraw?
Come forth.

Edg. Away, the foul Fiend follows me, through the
ſharp Hawthorn blow the winds, Humb, go to thy bed and
warm thee.

Lear. Didst thou give all to thy Daugthers? And art
thou come to this?

Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the
foul Fiend hath led through Fire, and through Flame,
through Sword, and whirlepool, ore Bog, and Quag-
mire, that hath laid Knives under his Pillow, and Halters
in his Pue, fet Rats bane by his Porredge: made him
Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horſe, over four
arch'd Bridges, to courfe his own ſhadow for a traitor,
Blifh thy five VVits, Tom's a cold. O do, de, do, de, do,
de, blifh thee from Whirle-winds, Star-blaſting, and
taking, do poor Tom ſome charity, whom the foul fiend
vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and here
again, and there.

[Storm still.]

Lear. Have his Daughters brought him to this affe?

Could'ſt thou ſave nothing ? would'ſt thou give'em all ?

Fool. Nay, he referv'd a Blanket, eſſe we had been all
ſham'd,

Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o're mens faults, light on thy daughters.

Kent. He hath no Daughters, Sir.

Lear. Death, traitor, nothing could have ſubdu'd nature
To fuch a lowneſs, but his unkind daughters.

Is it the fashion, that diſcarded Fathers,
Should have thus little ſmercy on their fleſh :
Judicious puniſhment, 'twas this fleſh begot
Thoſe Pelican Daughters.

Edg. Pillicock fat on Pillicock hill, alow: alow, loo, loo.

Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools, and
Madmen.

Edgar. Take heed oth' foul fiend, obey thy Parents,
keep thy word, juſtice, ſwear not, commit not, with

mans fworn Spouſe; fet on thy Sweet heart on proud
array. Tom's a cold.

Lear. What haſt thou been?

Edg. A ſervingman. Proud in heart, and mind: that
curl'd my hair; wore Gloves in my cap; ſerv'd the Luſt
of my Miftris heart, and did the act of darkneſs with her.
Swore as many Oaths, as I ſpake words, and broke them
in the ſweet face of Heaven. One, that ſlept in the
triving of Luſt, and wak'd to do it. VVine lov'd I clearly;
Dice clearly; and in woman, out-Paramour'd the Turk.
Falſe of heart, light of ear, bloody handed. Hog in ſloth,
Fox in ſtealth, VVolf in greedineſs, Dog in madneſs, Lion
in prey. Let not the creaking of ſhooes, Nor the rulſing
of Silks, betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot
out of brothels, thy hand out of Plackets, thy Pen from
Lenders Books, and defie the foul fiend. Still through thy
Hawthorn blows the cold wind: Says ſuum, mun, nonny,
Dolphin my Boy, Boy ſeffey: let him trot my.

[Storm ſtill.]

Lear. Thou wert better in a Grave, than to anſwer
with thy uncover'd body, this extremity of the Skies,
Is man no more than this? Conſider him well. Thou ow't
the VVorm no Silk: the Beaſt, no Hide: the Sheep, no
VVool: the Cat no perfume. Ha? Here's three on's arc
ſophiſicated. Thou art the thing it ſelf, unaccommodated
man, is no more but ſuch a poor, bare, forſked Animal as
thou art. Oſſ, oſſ you Lendings: Come, unbutton here.

Enter Glouceſter with a Torch.

Fool. Prethee Nuncle be contented, 'tis a naughtie night
to ſwim in. Now a little fire in a wild field, were like an
old Letchers heart, a ſmall ſpark, all the reſt on's body,
cold: look, here comes a walking fire.

Edgar. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at
Curfew, and walks at firſt. Cock; He gives the VVeb
And the Pin, Iquints the eye, and makes the Hair-lip;
Mildews the white VVheat, and hurts the poor Creaſure
of the Earth.

Swithbold footed thrice the old.

He met the Night-Mare, and her ninefold,

Bid her a light, and her troth-þlight,

And aroynt the VVitch, aroynt thee.

Kent. How fares your grace?

Lear. VVhat's he?

Kent. VVho's there? what is't you ſeek?

Glou. VVhat are you there? Your Names?

Edgar. Poor Tom, that Eats the ſwimming ſrog, the
Toad, the Tod-pool, the wall-Neut, and the water: that
in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiends rages, Eats
the Cow-dung for Sallets; I wallows the old Rat, and the
ditch. Dog: drinks the green Mantle of the standing Pool:
who is whipt from Tything to Tything, and flocks, piri-
ni'd, and imprifon'd: who hath three Suits to his back,
fix flirts to his Body:

Horſe to ride, and weapon to wear:

But Mice, and Rats, and ſuch ſmall Dear,

Have been Tom's food for ſeven long year;

Beware my follower. Peace Smulkin, peace thou ſiend.

Glou. VVhat, hath your Grace no better company?

Edg. The Prince of Darkneſs is a Gentleman. Mode
he's call'd, and Mahu.

Glou. Our fleſh and bloud, my Lord, is grown ſo viſe,
that it doth hate what it gets.

Edg. Poor Tom's a cold.

Glou. Go in with me; my duty cannot ſuffer
T'obey in all your daughters hard commands:
Though all their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventured to come to feek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

Lear. Firſt let me talk with this Philofopher,
VWhat is the caufe of Thunder?

Kent.

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## Scena Septima.

Enter Cornwall, Goneril, Baftard,
and Servants.

Corn. Poft sfastely to my Lord your Husband, flew
him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: seek out
the Traytor Glofter.

Reg. Hang him instantly.

Gon. Pluck out his Eyes.

Corn. Leave him to my disfpleasure. Edmund, keep you our Sifter Company : the revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous Father, are not fit for your behold- ing. Advise the Duke where you are going, to a moft feltinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our Poffs shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell dear Sifter, farewel my Lord of Glofter.

Enter Steward.

How now? Where's the King?

Stew. My Lord of Glofter had convey'd him hence.
Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights
Hot Questrifts after him, met him at gate,
Who, with some other of the Lords dependants,
Are gone with him toward Dover ; where they boaft
To have well armed Friends.

Corn. Get Horfes for your Miftrefs.

Gon. Farewel, sweet Lord, and Sifter.

Corn. Edmund farewel: go feek the Traitor Glofter,
Pinnion him like a Thief, bring him before us:
Though well we may not pafs upon his life
Without the form of Juftice : yet our power
Shall do a curt'fie to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not controul.

Enter Glofter, and Servants.

Who's there? the Traitor ?

Reg. Ingrateful Fox, 'tis he.

Corn. Bind faft his Corky Arms.

Glo. What mean your Graces?

Good my Friends: confider you are my Guefts:

Do me no foul play, Friends,

Corn. Bind him I fay.

Reg. Hard, hard : O filthy Traitor.

Glo. Unmerciful Lady, as you are, I'm none.

Corn. To this Chair bind him,

Villain, thou fhalt find.

Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis moſt ignobly done
To pluck me by the Beard.

Reg. So white, and ſuch a Traytor ?

Glo. Naughty Lady,

Thefe hairs which thou do'ſt ravilſt from my Chin
Will quicken and accufe thee. I am your Hoſt,
With Robbers hands, my hofpitable favours
You ſhould not ruffle thus. What will you do ?

Corn. Come, Sir.

What Letters had you late from France?

Reg. Be ſimple anſwer'd, for we know the truth.

Corn. And what Confederacy have you with the Tray-
tors, late footed in the Kingdom?

Reg. To whoſe hands

You have ſent the Lunatick King : ſpeak.

Glo. I have a Letter gueſingly fet down

Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.

Corn. Cunning.

Reg. And falſe.

Cor. Where haſt thou ſent the King ?

Glo. To Dover.

Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?

Was't thou not charg'd at peril?

Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him anſwer that.

Glo. I am tyed to th' Stake,

And I muſt stand the Courſe,

Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?

Glo. Because I would not fee thy cruel Nails
Pluck out his poor old Eyes: nor thy fierce Sifter,
In his Anointed fleſh, ſtick boaril ſangs.

The Sea, with ſuch a ſtorm as his bare head,
In Hell-black-night indur'd, would have buoy'd up
And quench'd the Steeleed fires:

Yet poor old heart, he holf the Heavens to rain.
If Wolves had at thy Gate howl'd that ſtern time,
Thou ſhould'ſt have faid, good Porter turn the Key:
All Cruels eſſe ſubſcribe: but I ſhall fee

The winged Vengeance overtaketh ſuch Children.

Corn. See't fhalt thou never. Fellows hold the Chair.
Upon these Eyes of thine, I'll ſet my foot.

Glo. He that will think to live, till he be old,
Give me ſome help, — O cruel ! O you gods.

Reg. One ſide will mock another : th' other too.

Corn. If you fee vengeance,

Sero. Hold your hand, my Lord ?

I have ſerv'd you ever ſince I was a Child:

But better ſervice have I never done you,

Than now to bid you hold.

Reg. How now, you Dog ?

Ser. If you did wear a Beard upon your Chin,

I'ld ſhake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

Corn. My Villain ?

Ser. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.

Reg. Give me thy Sword. A pezant ſtand up thus?

Ser. Oh, I am ſlain: my Lord, you have one Eye left
To fee ſome miſchief on him. Oh.

Corn. Left it fee more, prevent it; Out vild gelly:

Where is thy luſter now ?

Glo. All dark and comfortleſs?

Where's my Son Edmund ?

Edmund, enkindle all the ſparks of Nature
To quit this horrid act.

Reg. Out treacherous Villain,

Thou call'ſt on him, that hares thee, It was he

That made the overture of thy Treaſons to us:

Who is too good to pitty thee.

Glo. O my follies! then Edgar was abus'd.

Kind gods, forgive me that, and proper him.

Reg. Go thrust him out at Gates, and let him ſmell

His way to Dover.

[Exit with Glofter.

How is't, my Lord ? How look you ?

Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt: follow me Lady:

Turn out that Eyeleſs Villain : throw this Slave

Upon the Dunghill: Regan, I bleed apace,

Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exeunt.

## Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Edgar.

Edg. YET better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Than ſtill contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worth:

The loweſt, and moſt dejeſt thing of Fortune,
Stands ſtill in esperance, lives not in fear.

The lamentable change is from the beſt,

The worſt returns to laughter. Welcome then,
Thou unſubſtential air that I embrace :

The wretch that thou haſt blown onto the worſt,
Owes nothing to thy blaſts.

The Tragedy of King Lear.

Enter Gloster led by an old man.

But who comes here? My Father poorly led?
World, World, O World!

But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
Life would not yield to age.

Old Man. O my good Lord, I have been your Tenant,
And your Fathers Tenant, thefe fourcore years.

Glo. Away, get thee away : good Friend be gone,
Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
Thee they may hurt.

Old Man. You cannot fee your way.

Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no Eyes:
I flumbled when I faw. Full oft 'tis feen,
Our means fecure us, and our meer defects

Prove our Commodities. Oh dear Son Edgar,
The food of thy abufed Fathers wrath :
Might I but live to fee thee in my touch,
I'd fay I had Eyes again.

Old Man. How now ? who's there?

Ed. O gods! Who is't can fay I am at the worſt?
I am worſe than ere I was.

Old Man. ?Tis poor mad Tom.

Ed. And worſe I may be yet: the worſt is not,

So long as we can fay this is the worſt.

Old Man. Fellow, where goeſt?

Glo. Is it a Beggar man?

Old Man. Madman, and Beggar too.

Glo. He has fome reaſon, eſſe he could not beg.
I' th' laſt nights ſtorm, I ſuch a Fellow ſaw;

Which made me think a Man, a Worm. My Son

Came then into my mind, and yet my mind
Was then ſcarrce Friends with him.

I have heard more ſince :

As Flies to th' wanton Boyes, are we to th' gods,
They kill us for their ſport.

Ed. How ſhouſt this be?

Bad is the Trade that muſt play the Fool to ſorrow,
Ang'ring it ſelf, and others. Bleſſes the Maſter.

Glo. Is that the naked Fellow ?

Old Man. I, my Lord.

Glo. Get thee away : if for my ſake

Thou wilt o're-take us hence a mile or twain

I' th' way toward Dover, do it for ancient love,

And bring ſome covering for this naked Soul,
Which I'll intreat to lead me.

Old Man. Alack Sir, he is mad.

Glo. 'Tis the times plague,

When Madmen lead the blind :

Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleafure :

Above the reſt, be gone.

Old Man. I'll bring him the beſt Parrel that I have,
Come on't, what will.

Glo. Sirrah, naked Fellow.

Ed. Poor Tom's a cold. I cannot daub it further.

Glo. Come hither Fellow.

Ed. And yet I muſt :

Bleſſes thy weſt Eyes, they bleed.

Glo. Know'ſt thou the way to Dover ?

Ed. Both Stile, and Gate, Horſe way, and foot path :
poor Tom hath been ſear'd out of his good wits. Bleſſes

thoe good mans Son, from the foul Fiend. (plagues

Glo. Here take this Purſe, thou whom the Heav'ns
Have humbled to all ſtrokes: that I am wretched

Makes thee the happier : Heavens deal ſo full:

Let the ſuperfluous, and Luft-dietyed man,

That flaves your Ordinance, that will not ſee
Because he do's not ſeel, feel your power quickly :

So diſtribution ſhould undo excejſ,

And each man have enough. Do't thou know Dover ?
Ed. I Maſter.

Glo. There is a Cliff, whoſe high and bending head
Looks fearfully in the confined Deep :

Bring me but to the very brim of it,

And I'll repair the mifery thou do'ſt bear

With ſomething rich about me: from that place,
I ſhall no lending need.

Ed. Give me thy arm;

Poor Tom ſhall lead thee.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Gonerill, Baſtard, and Steward.

Gon. VVelcome my Lord, I marvel our mild Husband
Not met us on the way. Now, where's your Maſter ?

Stew. Madam within, but never man to chang'd :

I told him of the Army that was Landed :

He ſmil'd at it. I told him you were coming,

His anſwer was the worſe. Of Gloſters Treachery,

A d of the loyal ſervic e of his Son

VWhen I inform'd him, then he call'd me ſot,

And told me I had turn'd the wrong ſide out :

What moſt he ſhould diſlike, ſeems pleafant to him;

What like, offenſive.

Gon. Then ſhall you go no further.

It is the Cowiſh terror of his ſpirit

That dares not undertake : he'll not feel wrongs

Which tye him to an anſwer; our wifhes on the way

May prove effects. Back Edmund to my Brother,

Haſten his Muſters, and conduct his powers.

I muſt change names at home, and give the Diſtaff

Into my Husbands hands. This truſty Servant

Shall pafs between us : ere long you are like to hear

(If you dare venture in your own behalf ?)

A Miſtreſſes command. Wear this ; ſpare ſpeech,

Decline your head. This kils, if it durſt ſpeak,

Would ſtretch thy Spirits up into the air :

Conceive, and fare thewell.

Baſt. Yours in the ranks of Death.

Gon. My moſt dear Gloſter.

Oh, the difference of man, and man,

To thee a Womans ſervices are due,

My ſool ſurſes my Body.

Stew. Madam, here comes my Lord.

## Enter Albany.

Gon. I have been worth the whittle.

Alb. Oh Gonerill,

You are not worth the duſt which the rude wind

Blows in your Face.

Gon. Milk-liver'd man,

That bear'd it a cheek for blows, a head of wrongs,

Who haſt not in thy brows an Eye-difcerning

Thine honour, from thy ſuffering.

Alb. See thy ſelf Devil :

Proper deformity ſeems not in the fiend

So horrid as in Woman.

Gon. Oh vain Fool.

## Enter a Meſtenger.

Mef. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwalls dead,
Slain by his Servant, going to put out
The other Eye of Gloſter.

Alba. Gloſters Eyes?

Mef. A Servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorſe,
Oppos'd againſt the act: bending his Sword
To his great Maſter, who, thereat enrag'd
Flew on him, and amongst them ſell'd him dead,
But not without that harmful ſtroke, which ſince
Hath pluck'd him after.

Alba. This ſhews you are above

You Juitices, that theſe our nether crimes

So ſpediely can venge. But (O poor Gloſter)

Loft

["The Tragedy of King Lear.", "104", "Loft he his other Eye ?", "Mef. Both, both, my Lord.", "This Letter Madam, craves a speedy Anfwer:\n'Tis from your Sifter.", "Gon. One way I like this well,", "But being Widow, and my Glofter with her,", "May all the building in my fancy pluck", "Upon my harmful life, Another way", "The News is not so far. I'll read, and anfwer.", "Alba. Where was his Son,", "When they did take his Eyes ?", "Mef. Come with my Lady hither.", "Alba. He is not here.", "Mef. No, my good Lord, I met him back again.", "Alba. Knows he the wickedneſs ?", "Mef. I, my good Lord: 'twas he inform'd againſt him,\nAnd quit the Houſe of purpofe, that their puniſhment\nMight have the freer courſe.", "Alb. Gloſter, I live", "To thank thee for the love thou ſhew'd ſt the King,", "And to revenge thine Eyes. Come hither Friend,", "Tell me what more thou know'd it.", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Tertia.", "Enter with Drum and Colours, Cordelia, Gentlemen,\nand Souldiers.", "Cor. Alack, 'tis he: why he was met even now\nAs made the vext Sea, flinging aloud,\nCrown'd with rank Fenitar, and furrow weeds,\nWith Hardocks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckow Flowers,\nDarnel, and all the idle weeds that grow", "In our ſuftaining Corn. A Century ſend forth :", "Search every Acre in the high-grown Field,", "And bring him to our Eye. What can mans wifdom.", "In the refторing his bereaved Senſe: he that helps him,\nTake all my outward worth.", "Gent. There is means, Madam :", "Our ſoſter Nurſe of Nature, is repoſe,", "The which he lacks: that to provoke in him,", "Are many Simples operative, whole power.", "Will cloſe the Eye of Anguifh.", "Cord. All bleſt Secrets,", "All you unpublifh'd Vertues of the Earth", "Spring with my tears; be aidant, and remediate", "In the good mans define: ſeek, ſeek for him,", "Left his ungovern'd rage, diffolve the life", "That wants the means to lead it.", "## Enter a Meſtenger.", "Mef. News, Madam,", "The Brittiffh Powers are marching hitherward.", "Cord. 'Tis known before. Our preparation ſlands", "In expectation of them. O dear Father,", "It is thy buſineſs that I go about: therefore great France", "My mourning, and importun'd tears hath pitſied :", "Now blown Ambition doth our Arms incite,", "But love, dear love, and our ag'd Fathers Right :", "Soon may I hear, and fee him.", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Quarta.", "Enter Regan, and Steward.", "Reg. But are my Brothers Powers ſet forth ?", "Stew. I, Madam.", "Reg. Himſelf in perſon there ?", "Stew. Madam, with much adoe", "Your Sifter is the better Souldier.", "Reg. Lord Edmund ſpake not with your Lord at home;", "Stew. No, Madam.", "Reg. What might import my Sifters Letter to him ?", "Stew. I know not, Lady.", "Reg. Faith he is poſt ed hence on ſerious matter:", "It was great ignorance, Gloſters Eyes being out", "To let him live. Where he arrives, he moves", "All hearts againſt us: Edmund, I think, is gone", "In pitty of his miſery, to diſpatch", "His nighted life: Moreover to defcry", "The ſtrength oth' Enemy.", "Stew. I muſt needs after him, Madam, with my Letter.", "Reg. Our Troops ſet forth to morrow, ſlay with us:", "The wayes are dangerous.", "Stew. I may not, Madam :", "My Lady charg'd my duty in his buſineſs.", "Reg. VVhy ſhould I ſwrite to Edmund?", "Might not you transport your purpofes by word? Belike,\nSome things, I know not what. I'll love the much\nLet me unſeal the Letter.", "Stew. Madam, I had rather —", "Reg. I know your Lady do's not love her Husband,", "I am ſure of that: and at her late being here,", "She gave ſtrange Iliads, and moſt ſpeaking looks", "To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her boſome.", "Stew. I, Madam ?", "Reg. I ſpeak in underſanding: Y'are: I know't,", "Therefore I do advife you take this note :", "My Lord is dead: Edmund, and I have talk'd,", "And more convenient is he for my hand", "Than for your Ladies: You may gather more:", "If you do find him, pray you give him this;", "And when your Miftrifs hears thus much from you,\nI pray define her call her wifdom to her.", "So fare you well :", "If you do chance to hear of that blind Traytor,", "Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off.", "Stew. VVould I could meet him, Madam, I ſhould ſwef", "VWhat party I do follow.", "Stew. Fare thee well.", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Quinta.", "Enter Gloſter, and Edgar.", "Glo. VVhen ſhall I come to th' top of that fame Hill?", "Edg. You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.", "Glo. Me thinks the ground is even.", "Edg. Horrible ſleep.", "Hark, do you hear the Sea ?", "Glo. No truly.", "Edg. VVhy then your other Senſes grow imperſect", "By your Eyes anguifh,", "Glo. So may it be indeed.", "Me thinks thy Voice is alter'd, and thou ſpeak't", "In better phraſe, and matter than thou didst.", "Edg. Y'are much deceiv'd: in nothing am I changed", "But in my Garments.", "Glo. Me thinks y' are better ſpoken.", "Edg. Come on Sir,", "Here's the place: ſand ſtill: how fearful", "And dizzy 'tis, to caſt ones Eyes ſo low,", "The Crows and Choughs, that wing the midway air", "Shew ſcarce ſo groſs as Beetles. Half way down", "Hangs one that gathers Sampire: dreadful trade:", "Me thinks he feels no bigger than his head.", "The Ifiſermen that walk'd upon the beach", "Appear like Mice: and yond tall Anchoring Bark,", "Diminifh'd to her Cock: her Cock, a Buoy", {"bbox": [73

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rough and tatter'd cloaths, great Vices do appear: Robes,
and furr'd gowns hide all. Place fins with gold, and the
ftronge Lance of justice, hurtlefs breaks: Arme it in rags,
a Pigmy's traw doth pierce it. None does offend, none, I
fay none, I'le able 'em; take that of me my friend, who
have the power to feal th'accufers lips. Get thee glafs eyes,
and like a fcurvy Politician, feem to fee the things thou
do'ft not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my Boots: har-
der, harder, fo.

Edg. O matter, and impertinency mixt,
Reafon in Madneſs.

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough, thy name is Gloſter:
Thou muſt be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'ſt, the firſt time that we ſmell the air
We wawle, and cry. I will preach to thee: Mark.

Glau. Alack, alack, the day.

Lear. When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great ſtage of fools. This a good block:
It were a delicate ſtratagem to ſhooe

A Troop of Horſe with ſelt: I'le put't in proof,

And when I have ſoln upon theſe Sons-in-Laws:

Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman.

Gent. O here he is: lay hand upon him, Sir.

Your moſt dear Daughter —

Lear. No reſcue ? what, a Prifoner ? I am even
The Natural Fool of fortune. Uſe me well,
You ſhall have ranſom. Let me have Surgeons,
I am cut to th'Brains.

Gent. You ſhall have any thing.

Lear. No Seconds? All my ſel?

Wny, this would make a man, a man of Salt;
To uſe his eyes for Garden water-pots. I will die bravely,
Like a ſmug Bridegroom. What? I will be Jovial:
Come, come, I am a King. Maſters, know you that ?

Gent. You are a Royal one, and we obey you.

Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, and you get it,

You ſhall get it by running: Sa, fa, fa, fa.
Gent. A fight moſt pittiful in the meaneſt wretch,
Paſt ſpeaking of in a King. Thou haſt a Daughter
Who redeems nature from the general curſe
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.

Gent. Sir, I'ſped you: what's your will?

Edg. Do you hear ought (Sir) of a Battel toward.

Gent. Moſt ſure, and vulgar:

Every one hears that, which can diſtinguifh found:

Edg. But by your favour :

How near's the other Army ?

Gent. Near, and on ſpeedy foot: the main diſtry
Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg. I thank you, Sir, that's all.

Gent. Though that the Queen on ſpecial cauſe is here,
Her Army is mov'd on.

Edg. I thank you, Sir.

Glau. You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me,
Let not my worſer Spirit tempt me again

To die before you pleaſe,

Edg. Well, pray you Father.

Glau. Now good Sir, what are you ?
Edg. A moſt poor man, madetame to fortunes blows
Who, by the Art of known, and feeling forrows,
Am pregnant to good pitty. Give me your hand,
I'le lead you to ſome biding.

Glau. Hearty thanks :
The bounty, and the benizon of Heaven.
To boot, and boot.

Enter Steward:

Stew. A proclaim'd prize: moſt happy:

That eyeleſs head of thine, was firſt fram'd ſiſh
To raile my fortunes. Thou old, unhappy traitor;
Briefly thy ſelf remember : the Sword is out
That muſt destroy thee.

Glau. Now let thy friendly hand
Put ſtrength enough to't.

Stew. Wherefore, bold Peazant,
Darſt thou ſupport a publifh'd traitor ? hence,
Left that th'inſection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his Arm.

Edg. Chill not let go Zir,
Without further caſion.

Stew. Let go, Slave, or thou dy'ſt.
Edg. Good Gentleman go your gate, and let poor volk
paſs: and'chud ha'been zwagged out of my life, 'twould
ha'been zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay, come not
near th'old man: keep out che vor'ye, or ice try whither
your Coſtard, or my Ballow be the harder; chill be plain
with you.

Stew. Out Dunghil.

Edg. Child pick your teeth Zir: come, no matter for your foyns.

Stew. Slave thou haſt ſlain me: villain, take my purſe;
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,
And give the Letters which thou find'ſt about me,
To Edmud Earl of Gloſter: seek him out
Upon the English party. Oh untimely death.

Edg. I know thee well. A ſervicable Villain,
As duteous to the vices of thy Miftris,
As badneſs would define.

Glau. What, is he dead?

Edg. Sit you down Father: reſt you.
Let's fee theſe Pockets; the Letters that he ſpeaks of
May be my friends: he's dead; I am only forry
He had no other Deathſman. Let us fee:
Leave gentle wax, and manners: blame us not
To know our enemies minds, we rip their hearts,
Their Papers are more lawful.

Reads the Letter.

L
Et our retiprocal vows be remembred. You have many
opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time
and place will be (ruinfully offer'd.) There is nothing done. If he
return the Conqueror, then am I the Prifoner, and his bed, my
Gaol, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliver me, and (oppy
the place of our Labour.

Your (Wife, so I would ſay) deſtinate Servant, Goneril.

Of indiftinguifh'd ſpace of Womans will,
A plot upon her vertuous Husbands life,
And the exchange my brother: here, in the lands
Thee I'le rake up, the poſt unſanctified
Of murtherous Letchers: and in the mature time,
With this ungracious paper ſtrike the fight
Of the death-practis'd Duke: for him 'tis well,
That of thy death, and buſineſs, I can tell.

Glau. The King is mad :
How ſtife is my vile ſenſe
That I ſtand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge forrows ? Better I were difſtract,
So ſhould my thoughts be fever'd from my griefs,
[Drum after off.

And woes, by wrong imaginations ſloſe
The knowledg of themſeſves.

Edg. Give me your hand :
Far off methinks I hear the beaten Drum.
Come, Father, I'le beſlow you with a friend.
[Extant.

Scent

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## Scena Septima.

Enter Cordelia, Kent and Gentleman.

Cor. O thou good Kent,
How shall I live and work
To match thy goodneſts ?
My life will be too ſhort,
And every meaſure fail me.

Kent. To be acknowledged Madam is o're-paid,
All my reports go with the modest truth,
Nor more, nor clipt, but so.

Cor. Be better ſuited,

Theſe weeds are memories of theſe worſer hours :
I prethee put them off.

Kent. Pardon, dear Madam,

Yet to be known ſhortens my made intent,
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Till time, and I think meet.

Cor. Then be't for my good Lord :

How do's the King ?

Gent. Madam, ſleeps still.

Cor. O you kind gods !

Cure this great breach in his abuſed Nature,
Th'untun'd and jarring ſenſes, O wind up,
Of this child-changed Father,

Gent. So pleaſe your Maſſety.

That we may wake the King, he hath ſlept long ?

Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
I' th' ſway of your own will : is he array'd ?

Enter Lear in a Chair, carried by Servants.

Gent. I Madam : in the heavineſts of ſleep,
We put freeſh garments on him.

Be by good Madam, when we do awake him,
I doubt not of his Temperance.

Cor. O my dear Father, reſtauration hang
Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kifs
Repair theſe violent harms, that my two Sifters
Have in thy Reverence made.

Kent. Kind and dear Princeſes.

Cor. Had you not been their Father, theſe white flakes

Did challenge pity of them. Was this face
To be oppos'd againſt the jarring winds?

Mine Enemies dog, though he had bit me,
Should have ſtood that night againſt my fire,
And was't thou fain ( poor Father )

To hovell thee with Swine and Rogues forlorn,
In ſhort, and muſſy ſraw, alack, alack,
'Tis wonder that my life and wits, at once

Had not concluded all. He wakes, ſpeak to him.

Gent. Madam, do you, 'tis fittet.

Cor. How does my Royal Lord ?

How faires your Maſſety ?

Lear. You do me wrong to take me out oth'grave ;

Thou art a Soul in blifs, but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

Do ſcald, like molten Lead.

Cor. Sir, do you know me ?

Lear. You are a Spirit I know, when did you die ?

Cor. Still, still, far wide.

Gent. He's ſcarce awake,

Let him alone a while.

Lear. Where have I been ?

Where am I ? fair day light ?

I am mightily abus'd ; I should even die with pity.

To fee another thus. I know not what to ſay :

I will not ſwear theſe are my hands : let's fee,

I feel this pin prick, would I were affur'd
Of my condition,

Cor. O look upon me, Sir,

And hold your hand in benediction o're me,
You muſt not kneel.

Lear. Pray do not mock me;
I am a very foolish ſond old man,

Fourſore and upward,
Not an hour more, nor leſs :

And to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perſect mind.

Methinks I ſhould know you, and know this man,
Yet I am doubtfull : for I am mainly ignorant

What place this is, and all the skill I have

Remembers not theſe garments : nor I know not
Where I did lodge laſt night. Do not laugh at me,
For (as I am a man) I think this Lady

To be my child Cordelia.

Cor. And fo I am : I am,

Lear. Be your tears wet ?

Yes faith : I pray weep not.

If you have poſon for me, I will drink it :
I know you do not love me, for your Sifters
Have (as I do remember) done me wrong.

You have ſome cauſe, they have not.

Cor. No cauſe, no cauſe.

Lear. Am I in France ?

Kent. In your own Kingdom, Sir,

Lear. Do not abufe me.

Gent. Be comforted, good Madam, the great rage
You fee is kill'd in him : define him to go in,
Trouble him no more till further fetling.

Cor. Wilt pleaſe your highneſts walk ?

Lear. You muſt bear with me :

Pray you now forget, and forgive,
I am old and foolish.

[Exeunt.]

Enter with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Regan,
Gentlemen, and ſouldiers.

Baſt. K Now of the Duke if his laſt purpope hold,
Or whether ſince he is advis'd by ought

To change the courſe, he's full of alteration,

And ſelv reproving, bring his conſtant pleaſure.

Reg. Our Sifters man is certainly miſcarried.

Baſt. 'Tis to be doubted, Madam.

Reg. Now ſweet Lord,

You know the goodneſts I intend upon you:

Tell me but truly, but then ſpeak the truth,

Do you not love my Sifter ?

Baſt. In honour'd Love.

Reg. But have you never found my Brothers way,

To the fore-fended place ?

Bast. No by mine honour, Madam.

Reg. I never ſhall endure her, dear my Lord,

Be not familiar with her.

Bast. Fear not, ſhe and the Duke her husband.

Enter with Drum and Colours, Albany, Goneril, ſouldiers.

Alba. Our very loving Sifter, well 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.

Reg. Why is this reaſon'd ?

Gon. Combine together 'gainſt the Enemy :
For theſe domeſtick, and particular broils,
Are not the queſtion here.

Alb. Let's then determine with th'ancient of war
On our proceeding.

Reg. Sifter, you'll go with us ? Gon. No.

Reg. 'Tis moſt convenient, pray go with us.

Gon.

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Gon. Oh, ho, I know the Riddle, I will go.

[Exeunt both the Armies.

Enter Edgar.

Ed. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poor,
Hear me one word.

Alb. I'le overtake you, I speak.

Ed. Before you fight the Battel, ope this Letter :
If you have victory, let the Trumpet found
For him that brought it: wretch though I feem,
I can produce a Champion, that will prove
What is avouched there. If you mifcarry,
Your buſineſs of the world hath ſo an end,
And machination ceaſes. Fortune loves you.

Alb. Stay till I have read the Letter.

Ed. I was forbid it.

When time ſhall ferve, let but the Herald cry,
And I'le appear again.

[Exit.]

Alb. Why fare theſe well, I will o're-look thy paper.

Enter Edmund.

Baſt. The Enemy in view, draw up your powers,
Here is the gueſs of their true ſtrength and forces,
By diligent diſcovery, but your haſt
is now urg'd on you.

Alb. We will greet the time.

[Exit.]

Baſt. To both theſt Sifters have I ſworn my love:

Each jealous of the other, as the ſtung
Are of the Adder. Which of them ſhall I take ?
Both ? One ? Or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
If both remain alive: To take the Widow,
Exaſperates, makes mad her Sifter Gonerill,
And hardly ſhall I carry out my ſide,
Her Husband being alive. Now then, we'll uſe
His countenance for the Battel, which being done,
Let her who would be rid of him, devife
His ſpeedy taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear, and to Cordelia,
The Battel done, and they within our power;
Shall never fee his pardon: for my ſlate,
Stands on me to defend, not to debate.

[Exit.]

### Scena Secunda.

Alarum within. Enter with Drum and Colours, Lear,
Cordelia, and Souldiers, over the Stage, & Exeunt.

Enter Edgar, and Glouceſter.

Ed. Here Father, take the ſhadow of this tree
For your good hoaſt: pray that the right may thrive :
If ever I return to you again,
I'le bring you comfort.

Glo. Grace be with you Sir.

[Exit.]

Alarum and Retreat within.

Enter Edgar.

Ed. Away old man, give me thy hand, away :
King Lear hath loft, he and his Daughter tane,
Give me thy hand. Come on.

Glo. No further Sir, a man may rot even here.

Ed. What in ill thoughts again ?
Men muſt endure

Their going hence, even as their coming hither,
Ripeneſs is all, come on.

Glo. And that's true too.

[Exeunt.]

### Scena Tertia.

Enter in conſuelt with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Lear,
and Cordelia, as Prisoners, Souldiers, Captain.

Baſt. Some Officers take them away: good guard,
Until their greater pleaſures firſt be known
That are to cenſure them.

Cor. We are not the firſt,
Who with beſt meaning have incur'd the worſt:
For theſe, oppreſſed King, I am caſt down.
My ſelf could eſſe out-frown ſalſe fortunes ſrown.
Shall we not fee theſe Daughters, and theſe Sifters?

Lear. No, no, no, no: come lets away to prifon:
We two alone will Sing like Birds i'th'Cage:
When thou do'ſt ask me bleſſing, I'le kneel down
And ask of thee forſiveſs: So we'll live,
And pray and Sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded Butterflies: and hear poor Rogues
Talk of Court news, and we'll talk with them too,
Who Iſes, and who wins; who's in, who's out:
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were Gods ſpies: And we'll wear out
In a wall'd prifon, packs and ſeſts of great ones
That ebbe and flow by th'Moon.

Baſt. Take them away.

Lear. Upon ſuchacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themſelves throw incenſe.
Have I caught thee?
He that parts us, ſhall bring a Brand from heaven,
And fire us hence, like Foxes: wipe thine eye,
The good years ſhall devour them, ſleth and ſell,
E're they ſhall make us weep?

We'll fee'em ſlav'd firſt: come.

[Exit.]

Baſt. Come hither Captain, hark.
Take thou this note, go follow them to prifon,
One ſlep I have advanc'd thee, if thou doſt
As this inſtructs thee, thou doſt make thy way
To Noble Fortunes: know thou this, that men
Are as the time is; to be tender minded

Do's not become a Sword, thy great imployment
Will not bear question: either lay thou'lt do't,
Or thrive by other means,

Capt. I'le do't my Lord.

Baſt. About it, and write happy, when th'alt done,
Mark I lay inſtantly, and carry it to

As I have fet it down.

[Exit Captain.]

Enter Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Souldiers.

Alba. Sir, you have ſhow'd to day your valiant ſtrain
And fortune led you well: you have the Captives
Who were the oppoſites of this day's ſtrife:
I do require them of you to uſe them,
As we ſhall find their merits, and our safety
May equally determine.

Baſt. Sir, I thought it fit,
To fend the old and miferable King to ſome retention,
Whofe Age had Charms in it, whoſe Title more,
To pluck the common boſom on this ſide,
And turn our impreſt Launces in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I ſent the Queen
My reaſon all the fame, and they are ready
To morrow, or at further ſpace, t'appear
Where you ſhall hold your ſeſſion.

Alba. Sir, by your patience.
I hold you but a ſubject of this VVar,
Not as a Brother.

Reg. That's as we lift to grace him.
Me thinks our pleafure might have been demanded
Ere you had ſpoke ſo far. He led our Powers,
Bore the Commiſſion of my place and perſon,

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The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call it self his Brother.

Gon. Not so far :

In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your addition.

Reg. In my rights,
By me invected, he compeers the beft.

Alb. That were the moſt, if he should Husband you.

Reg. Jeſters do oft prove Prophets.

Gon. Holla, holla,

That Eye that told you so, look'd but a ſquint.

Reg. Lady I am not well, eſſe I should anſwer
From a full flowing ſtomach. General,

Take thou my Souldiers, Prifoners, Patrimony,
Diſpofe of them, of me, the Walls are thine:
Witneſs the World, that I create thee here,
My Lord, and Maſter.

Gon. Mean you to enjoy him ?

Alb. The lett alone lies not in your good will.

Baſt. Nor in thine, Lord.

Alb. Half-blouded Fellow, yes.

Reg. Let the Drum ſtrike, and prove my title thine.

Alb. Stay yet, hear reaſon : Edmund, I arreſt thee
On capital Treaſon; and in thy arreſt,

This gilded Serpent: for your claim fair Sifters,
I bare it in the intereſt of my Wife,

'Tis ſhe is ſub-contracted to this Lord,
And I her Husband contradict your Banes.

If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My Lady is beſpoke.

Gon. An enterlude.

Alb. Thou art armed, Gloſter,

Let the Trumpet found :

If none appear to prove upon thy perſon,
Thy heinous, manifeſt, and many Treaſons,

There is my pledge : I'll make it on thy heart
Ere I taſte Bread, thou art in nothing leſs
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

Reg. Sick, ſick.

Gon. If not, I'll ne're truſt Medicine.

Baſt. There's my exchange, what in the World he is
That names me Traytor, Villain-like he lies,
Call by the Trumpet: he that dares approach ;
On him, on you, who not, I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.

Enter a Herald.

Alb. A Herald, ho.

Truſt to thy ſingle vertues, for thy Souldiers
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their diſcharge.

Reg. My ſickneſs grows upon me.

Alb. She is not well, convey her to my Tent,
Come hither, Herald, let the Trumpet found,
And read out this.

Herald reads.

IF any man of quality or degree within the lifts of the
Army, will maintain upon Edmund ſuppoſed Earl of
Gloſter, that he is a maniſold Traytor, let him appear by
the third found of the Trumpet : he is bold in his de-
fence.

1 Trumpet.

2 Trumpet.

3 Trumpet.

[Trumpet anſwers him within.

Enter Edgar armed.

Alb. Ask him his purpofes, why he appears
Upon this Call o' th' Trumpet.

Her. What are you?

Your name, your quality, and why you anſwer
This preſent Summons?

Edg. Know my name is loſt

By Treaſons Tooth: bare-gnawn, and Canker-bit,
Yet am I Noble as the Adverfary
I come to cope.

Alb. Which is that Adverfary ?

Edg. What's that he ſpeaks for Edmund Earl of Gloſter ?

Baſt. Himſelf, what ſaſt thou to him ?

Edg. Draw thy Sword.

That if my Speech offend a Noble heart,

Thy arm may do thee Juſtice, here is mine :
Behold it is my privilege,

The privilege of mine honours,

My Oath, and my profiſion. I proteſt,

Maugre thy ſtrength, place, youth, and eminence,

Despife thy Victor-Sword, and fire new fortune,

Thy valour, and thy heart, thou art a Traytor :

Falſe to thy gods, thy Brother, and thy Father,

Conſpitant 'gainſt this high illuſtrious Prince,

And from th' extreameſt upward of thy head,

To the deſcent and duſt below thy foot,

A moſt Toad ſpotted Traytor. Say thou no,

This Sword, this arm, and my beſt ſpirits are bent

To prove upon thy heart, whereto I ſpeak,

Thou lyeſt.

Baſt. In wifdom I ſhould ask thy name,

But ſince thy outſide looks ſo fair and Warlike,
And that thy tongue (fome ſay) of breeding breaths,

What ſafe, and nicely I might well delay,

By rule of Knight-hood, I diſdain and ſpurn:

Back do I toſe the ſe Treaſons to thy head,

With the Hell-hated Lie, orewhelm thy heart,

Which for they yet glance by, and ſcarily bruife,

This Sword of mine ſhall give them inflant way,

Where they ſhall reſt for ever. Trumpets ſpeak.

Alb. Save him, ſave him.

Gon. This is practice, Gloſter,

By th' law of War, thou waſt not bound to anſwer
An unknown oppoſite : thou art not vanquiſh'd.

But cozen'd, and beguil'd.

Alb. Shut your mouth, Dame,

Or with this paper ſhall I ſtop it: hold, Sir,

Thou worſe than any name, read thine own evil :

No tearing Lady, I perceive you know it.

Alb. Say if I do, the Laws are mine not thine,

Who can arraign me for't ?

Alb. Moſt monſtrous! O, know'ſt thou this Paper ?

Baſt. Ask me not what I know.

Alb. Go after her, ſhe's deſperate, govern her.

Baſt. What you have charg'd me with,
That have I done,

And more, much more, the time will bring it out.

'Tis paſt, and ſo am I : But what art thou

That haſt this fortune on me ? If thou'rt Noble,

I do forgive thee.

Edg. Let's exchange charity :

I am no leſs in blond than thou art, Edmund.

If more, the more th' haſt wrong'd me.

My name is Edgar, and thy Fathers Son,

The gods are juſt, and of our pleafant Vices

Make inſtruments to plague us :

The dark and vitious place, where thee he got,

Coſt him his Eyes.

Baſt. Th' haſt ſpoken right, 'tis true,

The Wheel is come full Circle, I am here.

Alb. Me thought thy very gate did propheſe

A Royal Noblenefs: I muſt embrace thee,

Let forrow ſplit my heart, if ever I

Did hate thee, or thy Father.

Edg. Worthy Prince, I know't.

Alb. Where have you hid your ſelf?

How have you known the miferies of your Father ?

Edg. By nurſing them, my Lord. Lift a brief tale,

And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burſt.

The bloody proclamation to eſcape

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The Tragedy of King Lear.

That follow'd me so near, (O our lives sweetneſts !
That we the pain of Death would hourly die,
Rather than die at once) taught me to shift
Into a Mad-mans rags, t' allume a ſemblance
That very Dogs diſdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,
Their precious Stones new loft: became his guide,
Led him, beg'd for him, fav'd him from defpair,
Never (O fault) reveal'd my ſelf unto him,
Until fome half hour paſt, when I was arm'd,
Not ſure, though hoping of this good ſucceſs,
I ask'd his bleſſing, and from firſt to laſt
Told him our Pilgrimage. But this flaw'd heart
(Alack too weak the conflict to ſupport)
'Twixt two extreams of paſſion, joy and grief,
Burſt smilingly.

Baſt. This Speech of yours hath mov'd me,
And Ihaſll perchance do good, but Ipeak you on,
You look as you had ſomething more to ſay.

Alb. If there be more, more woſuſ, hold it in,
For I am almost ready to diſſolve,
Hearing of this.

### Enter a Gentleman.

Gent. Help, Help; O help.

Edg. What kind of help ?

Alb. Speak man.

Edg. What means this bloudy Knife ?

Gent. 'Tis hot, it ſmoaks, came even from the heart
of— O ſhe's dead.

Alb. Who's dead? Speak man.

Gent. Your Lady Sir, your Lady; and her Sifter
By her is poſſon'd: the ſeſſes it.

Baſt. I was contracted to them both, all three
Now marry in an inſant.

Edg. Here comes Kent.

### Enter Kent.

Alb. Produce the Bodies, be they live or dead.

[Gonerill and Regans Bodies brought out.
This judgment of the Heavens that makes us tremble.
Touches us not with pitty. O! is this ſhe ?
The time will not allow the complement
Which very manners urge.

Kent. I am come
To bid my King and Maſter aye good night,
Is he not here?
Alb. Great thing of us forgot,
Speak Edmund, where's the King? and where's Cordelia?

Seeth thou this object, Kent.

Kent. Alack, why thus ?

Baſt. Yet Edmund was belov'd:
The one the other poſſon'd for my ſake,
And after, flew her ſelf.

Alb. Even so: cover their Faces.

Baſt. I pant for life: ſome good I mean to do
Deſpight of mine own Nature. Quickly ſend,
(Be brief in it) to th' Castle for my Writ
Is on the life of Lear, and Cordelia:
Nay, ſend in time.

Alb. Run, run, O run.

Edg. To whom my Lord? Who has the Office ?
Send thy token of reprieve.

Baſt. Well thought on, take my Sword,
Give it the Captain.

Edg. Hafte thee for thy life.

Baſt. He hath Commiffion from thy Wife and me,
To hang Cordelia in the Prifon, and
To lay the blame upon her own defpair,
That the ſore did her ſelf.

Alb. The gods defend her, bear him hence a while.

### Enter Lear with Cordelia in his arms.

Lear. Howl, howl, howl: O you are men of ſtones,
Had I your Tongues and Eyes, I'd uſe them ſo,
That Heavens Vault ſhould crack: ſhe's gone for ever.
I know when one is dead, and when one lives,
She's dead as Earth: Lend me a Looking-Glaſs,
If that her breath will miſt or ſtain the ſtone,
Why then ſhe lives.

Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?

Edg. Or image of that horror.

Alb. Fall and ceaſe.

Lear. This Feather ſtirs, the lives: if it be so,
It is a chance which do's redeem all ſorrows
That ever I have felt.

Kent. Oh my good Maſter.

Lear. Prethee away.

Edg. 'Tis noble Kent your Friend.

Lear. A plague upon you Murtherers, Traitors all,
I might have fav'd her, now ſhe's gone for ever:
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha.
What is't thou faſſt ? her Voice was ever ſo ſt,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in Woman.
I kill'd the ſlave that was a hanging thee.

Kent. 'Tis true (my Lords) he did.

Lear. Did I not, Fellow ?

I have seen the day, with my good biting Faulchion
I would have made him skip: I am old now,
And these fame croſſes ſpoil me. Who are you ?
Mine Eyes are o' th' beſt, I'll tell you ſtraight.

Kent. If Fortune brag of two, the lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.

Lear. This is a dull ſight, are you not Kent?

Kent. The fame: your Servant Kent,

Where is your Servant Cains?

Lear. He's a good Fellow, I can tell you that,
He'll ſtrike, and quickly too, he's dead and rotten.

Kent. No, my good Lord, I am the very man.

Lear. I'll fee that ſtraight.

Kent. That from your firſt of difference and decay,
Have follow'd your ſad ſteps.

Lear. You are welcom hither.

Kent. Nor no man elfe:

Alls cheerleſſs, dark, and deadly:
Your eldeſt Daughters have fore-done themſelves,
And desperately are dead.

Lear. I, so I think.

Alb. He knows not what he ſayes, and vain is it
That we prefent us to him.

### Enter a Měſſenger.

Edg. Very bootleſſs.

Mef. Edmund is dead, my Lord.

Alb. That's but a trifle here:

You Lords and noble Friends know our intent,
What comfort to this great decay may come,
Shall be appli'd. For us we will reſign,
During the life of this old Maſejty,
To him our abſolute power, you to your rights,
With boot, and ſuch addition as your Honours
Have more than merited. All Friends ſhall
Tafte the wages of their virtue, and all Foes
The Cup of their deſervings: O ſee, ſee.

Lear. And my poor Fool is hang'd: No, no, no life?
Why ſhould a Dog, a Horſe, a Rat have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never.
Pray you undo this Button. Thank you, Sir,
Do you fee this? look on her, look on her Lips,
Look there, look there.

Edg. He faints, my Lord.

Kent. Break heart, I prethee break.

[Eſt die].

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Nor the division of a Battel knows
More than a Spinfer: Unlefs the Bookilh Theorick:
Wherein the Tongued Confuls can propofe
As Mafterly as he, meer prattle (without practice)
In all his Souldierhip. But he (Sir) had th'election
And I (of whom his eyes had feen the proof
At Roodes, at Cyprus, and on others grounds
Chriftian, and Heathen) muft be be-lee'd, and calm'd
By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-Cafter,
He (in good time) muft his Lieutenant be,
And I (blefs the mark) his Moor-ship's Ancient.
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hang-man.
Jago. Why there's no remedy,
'Tis the curfe of Service;
Preferment goes by Letter, and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each fecond
Stood Heir to th' first. Now, Sir, be Judge your felf,
Whether I in any juft term am Affin'd
To love the Moore?
Rod. I would not follow him then.
Jago. O, Sir, content you.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be Mafters, nor all Mafters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You ſhall mark
Many a dutious and knee-crooking Knave,
That (doting on his own obfequious bondage)
Wears out his time, much like his Maſters Als,
For nought but Provender, and when he's old Caſheer'd.
Whip me fuch honest Knaves. Others there are
Who trimm'd in Forms, and Vifages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themſelves.
And throwing but flows of ſervice on their Lords,
Do well thrive by them.
And when they have lin'd in their Coats
Do themſelves Homage.
Theseſe Fellows have ſome Soul,
And ſuch a one do I profefs my felf. For (Sir)
It is as ſure as you are Rodorigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Jago:
In following him, I follow but my ſelf.
Heaven is my Judge, not I, for love and duty,
But ſeeming ſo, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonſtrate
The native act, and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my ſleeve
For Dawes to peck at; I am not what I am.
Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the thick-lips owe
If he can carry't thus?
Jago. Call up her Father:
Rowſe him, make after him, poyſon his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets, Incenſe his Kinſmen,
And though he in a fertile Climate dwell,
Plague him with Flyes: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw ſuch chances of vexation on't,
As it may looke ſome colour.
Rodo. Here is her Fathers Houſe, I'll call aloud.
Jago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell,
As when (by night and negligence) the fire
Is ſpied in populous Cities.
Rodo. What ho: Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, ho.
Jago. Awake, what ho, Brabantio: Thieves, Thieves.
Look to your Houſe, your Daughter, and your Bags,
Thieves, Thieves.
Era. Above. What is the reafon of this terrible
Summons ? what is the matter there ?
Rodo. Signior, is all your Family within ?
Jago. Are your Doors lock'd ?
Bra. Why ? wherefore ask you this ?
Jago. Sir, y' are robb'd, for ſhame put on your Gown,
Your heart is burſt, you have loft half your Soul
Even now, very now, an old black Ram
Is Tapping your white Ewe. Arife, arife,
Awake the ſnorting Citizens with the Bell,

Or eſſe the Devil will make a Grand-fire of you.
Arife I fay.
Bra. What, have you loft your Wits?
Rod. Moſt Reverend Signior, do you know my Voice?
Bra. Not I: what are you ?
Rod. My name is Rodorigo.
Bra. The worſer welcome:
I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my Doors:
In honest plainneſts thou haſt heard me ſay,
My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madneſs
(Being full of Supper, and diſtemper'd draughts)
Upon malicious Knavery, doſt thou come
To ſtart my quiet.
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir.
Bra. But thou muſt needs be ſure,
My Spirits and my place have in their power
To make this bitter to thee.
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Bra. What tell't thou me of Robbing?
This is Venice: my Houſe is not a Grange.
Rod. Moſt grave Brabantio,
In ſimple and pure Soul, I come to you.
Jago. Sir, you are one of thofe that will not ſerve God,
if the Devil bid you. Because we come to do you ſervice,
and you think we are Ruffians, you'll have your Daug-
ter cover'd with a Barbary Horſe, you'll have your Ne-
phews neigh to you, you'll have Courſers for Couſins and
Gennets for Germans.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
Jago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daug-
ter and the Moore, are making the Beaſt with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a Villain.
Jago. You are a Senator.
Bra. This thou ſhalt anſwer. I know thee, Rodorigo.
Rod. Sir, I will anſwer any thing. But I beſech you,
Iſ't be your pleafure, and moſt wife confent,
(As partly I find it is) that your fair Daughter,
At this odd Even and dull Watch oth' Night
Transported with no worſe or better guard,
But with a Knave of common hire, a Gundeſſer,
To the groſs claps of a Lافcivious Moore:
If this be known to you, and your Allowance,
We then have done you bold and ſawcy wrongs,
But if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That from the ſenſe of all Civility,
I thus would play and trifle with your Reverence.
Your Daughter (if you have not given her leave)
I fay again, hath made a groſs revolt,
Tying her Duty, Beauty, Wit, and Fortunes
In an extravaganant, and wheeling Stranger,
Of here, and every where : Ifraight ſatisfie your ſelf.
If ſhe be in your Chamber, or your Houſe,
Let Iooſe on me the Juſtice of the ſtate
For thus deluding you.
Bra. Strike on the Tender, ho:
Give me a Taper : call up all my people,
This Accident is not unlike my Dream,
Belief of it oppreſſes me already.
Light, I fay, light.
Jago. Farewel : for I muſt leave you.
It ſeems not meet, nor wholſome to my place
To be produſted, as if I ſlay, I ſhall,
Againſt the Moor. For I do know the ſtate,
(However this may gall him with ſome check)
Cannot with safety caſt him. For he's embark'd
With ſuch loud reaſon to the Cyprus Wars,
(Which even now ſtands in Act) that for their Souls
Another of his fadom, they have none,
To lead their buſineſs. In which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do Hell,
Yet, for neceſſity of preſent life,
I muſt ſhow ſt out a Flag, and ſign of Love,
(Which is indeed but ſign) that you ſhall ſurely find him
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Lead to the Sagittary the raifed Search :
And there will I be with him. So farewel.

[Exit.]

Enter Brabantio, with Servants and Torches.

Bra. It is too true an evil Gone she is,
And what's to come of my depfied time,
Is naught but bitternefs. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didst thou fee her? (Oh unhappy Girle)
With the Moore faift thou? (Who would be a Father ?)
How didst thou know ?twas she? (Oh she deceives me
Paft thonght :) what faid she to you? Get moe Taperes:
Raife all my Kindred. Are they married, think you?

Rod. Truly I think they are.

Bra. Oh heaven: how got she out?

Oh treafon of my blood.
Fathers, from hence truft not your Daughters minds
By what you fee them Act. Are there not charms,
By which the property of Youth and Maidhood
May be abus'd ? Have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of fome fuch thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir: I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brothers: oh would you had had her.

Some one way, fome another. Do you know
Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?

Rod. I think I can difcover him, if you pleafe

To get good Guard, and go along with me.

Bra. Pray you lead on. At every Houfe I'll call,
( I may command at moft) get Weapons (hoa)
And raife fome ſpecial Officers of might :

On, good Rodorigo, I will deferve your pains.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello, Jago, Attendants, with Torches.

Jago. Though in the trade of war I have flain men,
Yet do I hold it very fluff oth? Conſcience
To do no contriv'd murder: I take iniquity
Sometime to do me ſervice. Nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the Rib.

Othel. 'Tis better as it is.

Jago. Nay, but he prated,

And I pkeo ſuch ſcurvy, and provoking terms
Aginak't your honour, that with the little godlineſefs I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, Sir,
Are you faft married ? Be affur'd of this,
That the Magnifico is much belov'd,
And hath in his effect a voyce potential
As double as the Dukes: He will divorce you.
Or put upon you, what reſtraint or grievance,
The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on)
Will give him Cable.

Othe. Let him do his ſpight:
My ſervices, which I have done the Signory
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
Which when I know, that boafing is an honour,
I ſhall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
From men of Royal Siege. And my demerits
May ſpeak (unbonnetted) to as a proud a Fortune
As this that I have reach'd. For know, Jago,
But that I love the gentle Deſdemona,
I would not my unhouſed free condition
Put into Circumſcription, and Confine,
For the Seas worth. But look, what lights come yond ?

Enter Caffio with Torches.

Jago. Whofe are the raifed Father, and his friends:
You were beſt go in.

Othel. Not I: I muſt be found.

My parts, my title, and my perſect Soul
Shall manifeſt me rightly. Is it they ?

Jago. By Janus, I think no.
Othel. The Servants of the Dukes?

And my Lieutenant?
The goodneſs of the night upon you (friends)
What is the News?

Caffio. The Duke does greet you (General)
And he requires your haſte, Poſt-haſte appearance,
Even on the inſant.

Othel. What is the matter think you?

Caffio. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a buſineſs of ſome heat. The Gallies
It have a dozen ſequent meſſengers

This very night, at one an others heels:
And many of the Confuls (rais'd and met.)
Are at the Dukes already. You have been hotly call'd for,
When being not at your lodging to be found,
The Senate hath ſent about three ſeveral Queſts,
To ſearch you out.

Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you:
I will ſpend but a word here in the Houſe,

And go with you.

Caffio. Ancient, what makes he here?

Jago. Faith, he to night bath boorded a Land Carrac,
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Caffio. I do not underſand.

Jago. He's married.

Caffio. To whom?

Jago. Marry to—Come, Captain, will you go?

Othel. Have with you.

Caffio. Here comes another Troop to ſee k for you,

Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers and Torches.

Jago. It is Brabantio: General be advis'd,
He comes to bad intent.

Othel. Holla, ſland there.

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. Down with him, Thief.

Jago. You Rodorigo? Come, Sir, I am for you.

Othel. Keep up your bright Swords, for the dew will ruff
them. Good Signior, you ſhall more command with years,
than with your Weapons.

Bra. Oh thou foul Thief,

Where haſt thou flow'd my Daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou haſt enchanted her,
For Ple refer me to all things of ſenſe,
(If the ſin in chains of Magick were not bound)
Whether a Maid, ſo tender, fair, and happy,
So oppoſite to Marriage, that the ſun ſunn'd
The wealthy curled Darling of our Nation,
Would ever have (t'incur a general mock)
Run from her Guardage to the footy boſom,
O ſuch a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight?
Judge me the world, if 'tis not groſs in ſenſe,
That thou haſt præſis'd on her with foul Charms,
Abus'd her delicate youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
That weakens motion. I'le hav't disputed on,

'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuſer of the world, a præſicer
Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant ;
Lay hold upon him, if he do reſift

Subdue him at his peril.

Othel. Hold your hand.

Both you of my inclining, and the reſt.
Were it my Cue to fight, I ſhould have known it
Without a Prompter. Whither will you that I go
To anſwer this your charge?

Bra. To prifon, till fit time

Of Law, and courſe of direct ſession

Call thee to anſwer.

Othel. What if I do obey ?

How may the Duke be therewith ſatisſed,
Whofe Meſſengers are here about my ſide,

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The Tragedy of Othello,

Upon some prefent busines of the State,
To bring me to him.

Officer. 'Tis true, moft worthy Signior,
The Duke's in Council, and your Noble self,
I am fure is ſent for.

Bra. How ? The Duke in Council ?
In this time of the night ? bring him away :
Mine's not an idle caufe. The Duke himſelf,
Or any of my Brothers of the State,
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own :
For if fuch Actions may have paſſage free,
Bond flaves and Pagans ſhall our Stateſmen be.

[ Exeunt. ]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers.

Duke. There is no composition in this news,
That gives them credit.

1. Sen. Indeed, they are disproportioned;
My Letters ſay, a hundred and feven Gallies,
Duke. And mine a hundred and forty.

2. Sen. And mine two hundred :
But though they jump not on a juſt account,
(As in theſe Cafes where the ayme reports,
'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirm
A Turkish Fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Duke. Nay, it is poſſible enough to judgment:
I do not ſo ſecure me in the errour,
But the main Article I do approve
In fearfull ſenſe.

Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa.

Enter Saylor.

Officer. A Meſſenger from the Gallies.

Duke. Now ? What's the busines ?

Saylor. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes,
So was I bid report here to the State,
By Signior Angelo.

Duke. How ſay you by this change ?
1. Sen. This cannot be

By no affay of Reaſon. 'Tis a Pageant
To keep us in falſe gaze, when we consider
Th'importancy of Cyprus to the Turk:
And let our ſelves again but underſand,
That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile queſtion bear it,
For that it ſlands not in ſuch warlike brace,
But altogether lacks th'abilities
That Rhodes is dresſ'd in. If we make thought of this,
We muſt not think the Turk is ſo unſkilfull,
To leave that lateſt, which concerns him firſt,
Neglecting an attempt of eafe and gain,
To wake and wage a danger profileſes.

Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
Officer. Here is more News.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Meffen. The Ottamites, reverend, and gracious,
Steering with due courſe toward the ſlfe of Rhodes,
Have there injoynted them with an after Fleet.

1. Sen. I, ſo I thought: how many, as you gueſs ?
Meff. Of thirty Sail: and now they do re-ſtem
This backward courſe, bearing with frank appearance
Their purpofes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your truſty and moſt valiant Servitor,
With his free duty, recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus:
Marcus Luccios, is he not in Town?

1. Sen. He's now in Florence.
Duke. VVrite from us,

To him, Poſt, Poſt- haſte, dispatch.

1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the Moor.

Enter Brabantio, Othello, Caffio, Jago, Rodorigo,
and Officers.

Duke. Valfant Othello, we muſt ſtraight employ you,
Againſt the general Enemy Ottoman.

I did not ſee you : welcom, gentle Signior,
VVie lack't your Counſel, and your help to night.

Bra. So did I yours : Good your Grace pardon me.
Neither my place, for ought I heard of busines,
Hath raiſ'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me. For my particular grief
Is of ſo flood-gate, and o're-bearing Nature,
That it ingluts, and ſwallows other forrows,
And it is still it ſelf.

Duke. VVhy ? what's the matter ?

Bra. My Daughter : oh my Daughter !

Sen. Dead!

Bra. I, to me.

She is abus'd, ſtolen from me, and corrupted
By Spells and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;
For Nature ſo prepoſerouſly to erre,
(Being not deficient, blind, or lame of ſenſe.)
Sans witch-craft could not.

Duke. VVho e're he be, that in this foul proceeding
Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her ſelf,
And you of her; the bloody Book of Law,
You ſhall your ſelf read in the bitter Letter,
After your own ſenſe : yea, though our proper Son
Stood in your Action.

Bra. Humbly I thank your Grace,
Here is the man ; this Moore, whom now it ſeems
Your ſpecial Mandate, for the State Affairs,
Hath hither brought.

All. VVe are very forry for't.

Duke. VVhat in your own part can you ſay to this?

Bra. Nothing, but this is ſo.

Othel. Moſt Potent, Grave, and Reverend Signiers,
My very Noble, and approv'd good Maſters;
That I have tane away this old mans Daughter,
It is moſt true : true I have married her:
The very head, and front of my offending,
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in my ſpeech,
And little bleſſ'd with the ſoft phraſe of Peace;
For ſince theſe Arms of mine had ſeven years pith,
Till now, ſome nine Moons waſted, they have us'd
Their dearſt Action, in the tented field :
And little of this great world can I ſpeak,
More than pertains to Feats of Broyls, and Battel,
And therefore little ſhall I grace my caufe,
In ſpeaking for my ſelf. Yet, (by your gracious patience)
I will a round un-varnifh'd tale deliver,
Of my whole courſe of love.

VWhat Drugs ? what Charms ?
VWhat Conjuration ? and what mighty Magick,
(For ſuch proceeding I am charg'd withal)
I won his Daughter with.

Bra. A Maiden, never bold :
Of Spirit ſo ſtill and quiet, that her Motion
Bluſh'd at her ſelf, and ſhe in ſpight of Nature,
Of Years, of Country, Credit, every thing,
To fall in Love with what ſhe fear'd to look on;
It is a judgment maim'd, and moſt imperfect.
That will confefs Perfection ſo could erre
Againſt all Rules of Nature, and muſt be driven
To find out practices of cunning hel
VVhy this ſhould be. I therefore vouch again,
That with ſome mixtures powerful o're the blood,
Or with ſome Dram (conjur'd to this effect)
He wrought upon her.

Duke. To vouch this, is no proof,

VVithout

the Moore of Venice.

Without more wider, and more over-Teft
Than thefe thin habits, and poor likelyhoods,
Of modern feeming, do prefer against him.

Sen. But, Othello, speak,

Did you, by indirect and forced courtes
Subdue, and pay for this young Maids affections?
Or came it by request, and fuch fair question,
As foul to foul affordeth?

Othel. I do befeech you,
Send for the Lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her Father;
If you do find me foul in her report,
The truſt, the office, I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your ſentence
Even fall upon my life.

Duke. Fetch Defdemona hither.

Othello. Ancient, conduct them :

You beſt know the place.
And 'till he come as truly as to heaven,
I do confels the vices of my blood,
So juſtly to your Grave ears, I'll preſent
How I did thrive in this fair Ladies Love,
And ſhe in mine.

Duke. Say it, Othello.

Othello. Her Father lov'd me, oft invited me :
Still quell'd a me the Story of my life,
From year to year: The Battells, Sieges, Fortune,
That I have paſt.

I ran it through, even from my Boyſith days,
To th' very moment that he bad me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of moſt diſaſtrous Chances :
Of moving Accidents by Flood and Field,
Of hair breadth ſcapes i' th' imminent deadly Breach ;
Of being taken by the infolent ſoe,
And fold to flavery. Of my redemption thence,
And portance in my Traveller's hiltory.

Wherein of Antars vaſt, and defarts wild, (ven,
Rough Quarries, Rocks and Hills, whose heads touch hea-
It was my hint to ſpeak. Such was my Proſeels,
And of the Canibals that each other ear,
The Anthrophophagi, and men whose heads
Grew beneath their Shoulders. Theſe things to hear,
Would Deſdemona feriouſly incline:

But ſtill the houſe affairs would draw her hence:
Which ever as ſhe could with haſte diſpach,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my Diſcourſe, which I obſerving,
Took once an apliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earneſt heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels ſhe had ſomething heard,
But not diſtinctely: I did confent,

And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did ſpeak of ſome diſtrefſul ſtroke,
That my youth ſuffer'd: My ſtory being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of kiffeſ :
She ſwore in faith, 'twas ſtrange, 'twas paſſing ſtrange.
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

She with'd ſhe had not heard it, yet ſhe with'd
That heaven had made her ſuch a man. She thank'd me,
And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I hould but teach him how to tell my ſtory,
And that would wooe her. Upon this hint I ſpake,

She lov'd me for the dangers I have paſt,
And I lov'd her, that ſhe did pitty them.
This only is the witch-craft I have us'd.
Here comes the Lady, let her witneſs it.

Enter Deſdemona, Jago, Attendants.

Duke. I think this tale would win my Daughter too,
Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the beſt,
Mendo their broken weapons rather uſe,
Than their bare hands.

Bra. I pray you hear her ſpeak :
If the confels that ſhe was half the wooer,
Defruſtion on my head, if my bad blame

Light on the man. Come hither, gentle Miftrefſ,
Do you perceive, in all this Noble Company,
Where moſt you owe obedience?

Def. My Noble Father ;
I do perceive here a divided duty,
To you I am bound for life; and education:
My life and education both do learn me

How to reſpect you. You are the Lord of duty,
I am hitherto your Daughters. But here's my husband;
And fo much duty as my Mother ſhew'd.

To you, preferring you before her Father:
So much I challenge, that I may preſent

Due to the Moore, my Lord.

Bra. God be with you! I have done.
Please it your Grace, on to the State affairs ;
I had rather to adopt a child than get it.

Come hither, Moore,

I here do give thee that with all my hearts,

Which, but thou haſt already, with all my heart,
I would keep from thee. For your ſake (Jewell)

I am glad at foul, I have no other child;

For thy ſcape would teach me tyranny.

To hang clogs on them. I have done, my Lord.

Duke. Let me ſpeak like your ſelf:

And lay a Sentence,

Which, like a grife, or ſlep, may help the ſe Lovers.

When remedies are paſt, the griefs are ended

By feeing worſt, which late on hopes depended.

To mourn a miſchic that is paſt and gone,

Is the next way to draw new miſchic on.

What cannot be preferv'd when Fortune takes:

Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb'd that ſmiles, ſeals ſomething from the Thief,
He robs himſelf that ſpends a bootleſſ grief.

Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus beguile,
We loſe it not ſo long as we can ſmile:

He bears the ſentence well, that nothing bears,
But the free comfort which from thence he bears.

But he hears both the ſentence, and the ſorrow,

That to pay grief, muſt of poor patience borrow.

These ſentences to Sugar, or to Gall,

Being ſtrong on both ſides are equivocal.

But words are words: I never yet did hear,

That the briz'd heart was pierced through the ear.

Humbly beſech you to proceed to th' affairs of State,

Duke. The Turk, with a moſt mighty preparation,
makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is
beſt known to you. And though we have there a Subſi-
tute of moſt allowed inſufficiency, yet opinion, a more
Sovereign Miftrefls of Eſfects, throws a more ſafe voice
on you: you muſt therefore be content to flubber the groſs
of your new fortunes, with this more flubborn, and boy-
ferous expedition.

Othel. The Tyrant Cusſome, moſt Grave Senators,
Hath made the flinty and Steel Coach of War
My thrice-driven bed of Down. I do agnize

A natural and prompt Alacrity,
I find in hardneſs: and do undertake
This preſent war against the Oſtommites.

Moſt humbly therefore bending to your State,
I crave fit diſpoſition for my Wife,
Due reverence of Place, and Exhibition,
With ſuch accommodation and beſort,
As levels with her breeding.

Duke. Why, at her Fathers.

Bra. I will not have it so.

Othel. Nor I.

Def. Nor would I there reſide,
To put my Father in impatient thoughts
By being in his Eye. Moſt gracious Duke,
To my unfolding, lend your proſperous Ear,

And

The Tragedy of Othello,

And let me find a Character in your voice
T'afflips my simplenes.

*Duke.* What would you, *Desdemona*?

*Desd.* That I love the Moor, to live with him,
My down-right violence, and form of Fortunes,
May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
Even to the very quality of my Lord;
I faw *Othello's* visage in his mind,
And to his honours and his valiant parts,
Did I my foul and fortunes confecrate,
So that (dear Lords) if I be left behind
A Moth of Peace, and he go to the War,
The Rites for why I love him, are bereft me:
And I a heavy interim shall fupport
By his dear abfence. Let me go with him.

*Othel.* Let her have your voice.

Vouch with me heaven, I therefore beg it not

To pleafe the palate of my Appetite:
Nor to comply with heat the young effects
In my defunct, and proper ſatisfaction.
But to be free, and bounteous to her mind:

And heaven defend your good fouls, that you think

I will your ſerious and great buſineſs ſcant
When ſhe is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes
Of feather'd *Cupid*, feel with wanton dulneſs

My ſpeculative and offiſ'd Inſtrument:

That my Diſports corrupt and taint my buſineſs:
Let Houſewives make a Skillet of my Helm,
And all indign and bafe aſtivities,
Make head againſt my Eltimation.

Duke. Be it as you ſhall privately determine,
Either for her ſlay or going: th'Affair cries haſte:

And ſpeed muſt anſwer it.

Sen. You muſt away to night.

*Othel.* With all my heart.

*Duke.* At nine ith' morning here we'll meet again.

*Othello*, leave ſome Officer behind,

And he ſhall our Commiſſion bring to you :

And ſuch things eſſe of quality and ſ respects

As doth import to you.

*Othel.* So pleafe your Grace, my Ancient,

A man he is of honesty and truſt:

To his conveyance I aſlig my wife.

With what eſſe needful, your good Grace ſhall think

To be ſent after me.

*Duke.* Let it be ſo:

Good night to every one. And Noble Signior,

If Vertue no delighted beauty lack,

Your Son-in-law is far more fair than black.

Sen. Adieu, brave Moor, uſe *Desdemona* well.

*Bra.* Look to her (Moor) if thou haſt eyes to fee:

She has deceiv'd her Father, and may thee.

*Othel.* My life upon her faith. *Honest* *Jago*,

My *Desdemona* muſt I leave to thee :

I prethee let thy wife attend on her,

And bring them after in their beſt advantage.

Come, *Desdemona*, I have but an hour

Of Love, of wordly matter, and direction

To ſpeak with thee. We muſt obey the time.

*Rod. Jago.*

*Jago.* What ſayeſt thou, noble heart ?

*Rod.* What will I do, thinkeſt thou ?

*Jago.* Why, go to bed and ſleep.

*Rod.* I will incontinently drown my ſelf.

*Jago.* If thou doſt, I ſhall never love thee after. Why,
thou ſilly Gentleman ?

*Rod.* It is ſillineſs to live, when to live is torment: and
then have we a preſcription to dye, when death is our
Phyſiian.

*Jago.* Oh villanous: I have look'd upon the world for
four times ſeven years, and ſince I could diſtinguish be-
twixt a Benefit and an Injury, I never found man that
knew how to love himſelf. Ere I would ſay, I would drown
my ſelf for the love of a *Guinney-Hen*, I would change my
humanity with a Baboon.

*Rod.* What ſhould I do, I confesſ it is my ſhame to be
so ſond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it.

*Jago.* Virtue? a Fig, 'tis in our ſelves that we are thus
o. thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which our
Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Nettles, or
ſow Lettice: Set Hyſſop, and weed up Time: Supply it
with one gender of Herbs, or diſtraet it with many: ei-
ther have it ſteril with idleneſs, or manured with industry,
why the power and corrigible Authority of this lies in our
wills. If the brain of our lives had not one ſale of Reaſon to
poſe another of Senſuality, the blood and buſeines of our
Natures would conduct us to moſt preſeperous Conclu-
sions. But we have reaſon to cool our raging Motions, or
carnal Stings, or unbitted Luſts: whereof I take this, that
you call Love, to be a ſect, or Seyen.

*Rod.* It cannot be.

*Jago.* It is merely a Luſt of the Blood, and a perſimil
of the will. Come, be a man: drown thy ſelf? Drown
Cats and blind Puppies. I have proſeet me thy Friend,
and I confes me kniſt to thy deſerving, with Cables of
perdurable toughneſs. I could never better ſeed thee
than now. Put money in thy purſe: follow the
Wars, defeat thy favour, with an ſurped Beard. I ſay,
put money in thy purſe. It cannot be long that *Deſdemona*
should continue her love to the Moor. Put money
in thy purſe: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commen-
cement in her, and thou ſhalt fee an anſwerable Squeſtra-
tion, but put money in thy purſe. Theſe Moors are
changeable in their wills: ſill thy purſe with money. The
food that to him now is as luſcious as Locusu, ſhall to him
ſhortly be as bitter as Coloquintida. She muſt change for
youth: when ſhe is ſated with his body, ſhe will find the
eerronrs of her choice. Therefore put money in thy purſ.
If thou wilt needs damn thy ſelf, do it a more delicate
way than drowning. Make all the money thou canſt: if
Sanctimony and a frail Vow betwixt an erring *Barbarian*
and ſuper-fubtue *Venetian* be not too hard for my wits, and
all the tribe of hell, thou ſhalt enjoy her: therefore make
money: a pox of drowning thy ſelf, it is clean out of the
way. Seek thou rather to be hang'd in compaſſing thy joy,
than to be droun'd, and go without her.

*Rod.* Wilt thou he ſaſt to my hopes, if I depend on the
iſſue ?

*Jago.* Thou art ſure of me: Go make money: I have
told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I have
the Moor. My cauſe is hearted; thine hath no leſs rea-
ſon. Let us be conjuncſtive in our revenge against him.
If thou canſtrzeckold him, thou doſt thy ſelf a pleafure,
me a ſport. There are many Events in the womb of Time,
which will be delivered. Traverſe, go, provide thy mo-
ney. We will have more of this to morrow. Adieu.

*Rod.* Where ſhall we meet ith' morning ?

*Jago.* At my Lodging.

*Rod.* I'll be with thee betimes.

*Jago.* Go to, farewel. Do you hear, *Rodorigo*?

*Rod.* I'll ſell all my Land.

*Jago.* Thus do I ever make my ſool my purſe:

For I mine own gain'd knowledge ſhould profane,
If I would time expend with ſuch a Swain,
But for my ſport and profit: I hate the Moor,
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my fleets
He has done my office. I know not if 't be true,
But I, for meer ſuſpicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,
The better ſhall my purpofe work on him:

*Caffio's* a proper man: Let me fee now,

To get this place, and plume up my will
In double Knavery. How ? how ? Let's fee.

After ſome time, to abufe *Othello's* ears,

That he is too familiar with his wife :

He hath a perſon, and a ſmooth diſpofe

To be ſuſpected: fram'd to make women ſalſe.

The Moor is of a free and open Nature,
That thinks men heneſt, that but ſeem to be ſo,

And

the Moore of Venice.

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And will as tenderly be led by th' Nofe

As Alles are:

I have't: it is engendred: Hell and Night
Muſt bring this monſtrous Birth to the worlds light.

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Montano, and Gentlemen.

Mont. W Hat from the Cape, can you discern at Sea?

1. Gent. W Nothing at all, it is a high-wrought Flood: I cannot ?twixt the Heaven and the Main, Defcry a Sail.

Mont. Methinks the wind hath ſpoke aloud at Land,
A fuller blaſt ne're ſhook our Battlements:
If it hath ruffian ſpon upon the Sea,
What ribs of Oak, when Mountains melt on them,
Can hold the Morties. What ſhall we hear of this?

2. A Segregation of the *Turkish* Fleet:
For do but ſtand upon the foaming ſhore,
The chidden Billow ſeems to pelt the clouds,
The wind-shak'd Surge, with high and monſtrous Main,
Seems to caſt water on the burning Bear,
And quench the Guards of th'ever fixed Pole:
I never like moleſtation view
On the enchafed Flood.

Mont. If that be the *Turkish* Fleet,
Be not inſhelver'd and embay'd, they are drown'd,
It is impoſsible to bear it out.

Enter a Gentleman.

3. News, Lads: our Wars are done:
The desperate Tempeſt hath ſo bang'd the *Turks*,
That their deſignment halts. A noble Ship of Venice
Hath feen a grievous wrack and ſufferance
On moſt part of their Fleet.

Mont. How ? Is this true ?

3. The Ship is put in: A *Veroneſso*, Michael *Caffio*
Lieutenant of the warlike Moor, *Othello*,
Is come on ſhore: the Moor himſelf at Sea,
And is in full Commiſsion here for *Cyprus*.

Mont. I am glad on't:
'Tis a worthy Governour.

3. But this fame *Caffio*, though he ſpeak of comfort,
Touching the *Turkish* loſs, yet he looks ſadly,
And prays the Moor be ſafe; for they were parted
With foul and violent Tempeſt.

Mont. Pray heavens he be:
For I have ſerv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full Souldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)
As well to fee the Veffel that comes in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave *Othello*,
Even till we make the Main and th' Erial blue,
And indiſtinct regard.

Gent. Come, let's do ſo;
For every minute is expectancy
Of our Arrivancy.

Enter Caffio.

Caf. Thanks you, the valiant of the warlike Ille,
That ſo approve the Moor: Oh let the Heavens
Give him defence from the Elements,
For I have loft him on a dangerous Sea.

Mont. Is he well ſhipp'd ?

Caf. His Bark is ſlout timber'd, and his Pilot
Of very expert and approv'd Allowance;
Therefore my hopes (not ſurfeited to death)
Stand in bold Cure.

Within, A Sail, a Sail, a Sail.

Caf. What noife ?

Gent. The Town is empty; on the brow oth' Sea
Stand ranks of People, and they cry, a Sail.

Caf. My hopes do ſhape him for the Governour.

Gent. They do diſcharge their ſhot of courteſe,
Our friends at leaſt.

Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
And give us truth who ?tis that is arrived.

Gent. I ſhall.

Mont. But, good Lieutenant, is your General wiv'd ?
Caf. Moſt fortunately, he hat hachie'd a Maid
That Paragons deſcription, and wild Fame :

One that excels the quirks of blazoning Pens,
And in th' eſſential Veſture of Creation,
Do's tire the Ingeniver.

Enter Gentleman.

How now ? who has put in ?

Gent. 'Tis one *Jago*, Ancient to the General.

Caf. Ha's had moſt favourable and happy ſpeed :

Tempeſts themſelſes, high Seas, and howling winds,
The gutter'd Rocks and congregated Sands,
Traitors enſteep'd, to enclog the guilſteſs Keel,
As having ſenſe of Beauty do omit

Their mortal Natures, letting go safely by
The divine *Defdemona*.

Mont. What is ſhe ?

Caf. She that I ſpake of:

Our great Captain's Captain,
Left in the Conduct of the bold *Jago*,

Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A Sennights ſpeed. Great *Jove*, *Othello* guard,
And ſwell his Sail with thine own powerful breath,
That he may bleſs this Bay with his tall Ship,
Make loves quick pants in *Defdemona*'s arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extintedeft Spirits.

Enter *Defdemona*, *Jago*, *Roderigo*, and Æmilia.

Oh behold,
The riches of the Ship is come on ſhore:
You men of *Cyprus*, let her have your knees.

Hail to thee, Lady: and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand
Enwheel thee round.

Def. I thank you, valiant *Caffio*,

What tidings can you tell me of my Lord ?

Caf. He is not arriv'd, nor know I ought

But that he's well, and will be ſhortly here.

Def. Oh but I fear :

How loft you company ?

Caf. The great contention of the Sea and Skies

Parted our Fellowship. But hark, a Sail.

Within, A Sail, a Sail.

Gent. They give this greeting to the Cittadel :
This likewife is a friend.

Caf. See for the News:

Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, Miftreſs.

Let it not gall your patience (good *Jago*)

That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding
That gives me this bold ſhew of Courteſe.

*Jago*. Sir, would ſhe give you ſo much of her lips,
As of her tongue ſhe oft beſtows of me,
You would have enough.

Def. Alas: ſhe has no ſpeech.

*Jago*. In faith, too much:
I find it ſtill, when I have leave to ſleep,
Marry before your Ladiſhip, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

Æmili. You have little cauſe to ſay ſo.

*Jago*. Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of doors:
Bells in your Parlors: Wild-Cats in your Kitchens :

Saints in your injuries: Devils being offendeſd :

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And I to put our *Caffio* in some Action
That may offend the Ifle. But here they come.

Enter Caffio, Montano, and Gentlemen.

If consequence do but approve my Dream,
My Boat fails freely, both with wind and stream.
*Caf.* 'Fore Heaven, they have given me a rowfe already.
*Mon.* Good Faith a little one : not paſt a Pint, as I
am a Souldier.

*Jago.* Some Wine ho,

*And let me the Cannakin clink, clink.*

*And let me the Cannakin clink.*

*A Souldier's a man: Oh, man's life's but a Span,*

*Why then let a Souldier drink.*

Some Wine Boyes.

*Caf.* 'Fore Heaven, an excellent Song.

*Jago.* I learn'd it in England : where indeed they are
most potent in Potting. Your *Dane*, your *German*, and
your fwag-belly'd *Hollander*, (drink ho) are nothing to
your *English*.

*Caffio.* Is your *English* man so exquisite in his drinking ?

*Jago.* Why, he drinks you with facility, your *Dane* dead Drunk. He swears not to overthrow your *Alman*. He gives your *Hollander* a vomit, ere the next Pottle can be full'd.

*Caf.* To the health of our General.

*Mon.* I am for it, Lieutenant: and I'll do you Justice.

*Jago.* Oh sweet England.

King Stephen was and-a worthy Peer,

His Breeches cost him but a Crown,

He held them fix pence all too dear,

With what he call'd the Taylor Lawn :

He was a Wight of high Renown,

*And thou art but of low degree :*

'Tis pride that pulls the Country down,

*And take thy awl'd Cloak about thee.*

Some Wine ho.

*Caffio.* Why this is a more exquisite Song than the other.

*Jago.* Will you hear't again ?

*Caf.* No: for I hold him to be unworthy of his place,
that do's those things. Well: Heaven's above all: and
there be Souls muſt be faved, and there be Souls muſt not
be faved.

*Jago.* It's true, good Lieutenant.

*Caf.* For mine own part, no offence to the General, nor
any man of quality: I hope to be faved.

*Jago.* And fo do I too, Lieutenant.

*Caffio.* I: (but by your leave) not before me. The
Lieutenant is to be faved before the Ancient. Lets have
no more of this: lets to our affairs. Forgive our fins:
Gentlemen, lets look to our bufineſs. Do not think,
Gentlemen, I am Drunk: this is my Ancient, this is my
right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now: I
can ſtand well enough, and I ſpeak well enough.

*Gent.* Excellent well.

*Caf.* Why very well then: you muſt not think then,
that I am drunk.

*Montan.* To th' Platform (Maſters) come, lets fet the
Watch.

*Jago.* You fee this Fellow that is gone before,
He is a Souldier, fit to ſtand by *Cefar*,

And give direction. And do but fee his Vice,
'Tis to his Virtues a juſt Equinox,

The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pity of him ;

I fear the truſt *Othello* puts him in,

On ſome odd time of his infirmity

Will ſhake this Inland.

*Mont.* But is he often thus,

*Jago.* 'Tis evermore his prologue to his ſleep,
He'll watch the Horologue a double Set,
If drink rock not his Cradle.

*Mont.* It were well

The General were put in mind of it:

Perhaps he fees it not, or his good nature

Prizes the Virtue that appears in *Caffio*.

And looks not on his evils: is not this true?

Enter Rodorigo.

*Jago.* How now, *Rodorigo* ?

*I pray you after the Lieutenant, go.*

*Mont.* And 'tis great pity that the Noble Moore
Sould hazard fuch a place, as his own Second,
With one ingraft Infirmity,
It were an honest Action, to ſay so
To the Moore.

*Jago.* Not I, for this fair Inland,
I do love *Caffio* well: and would do much
To cure him of this evil. But hark, what noife?

Enter Caffio purſuing Rodorigo.

*Caf.* You Rogue: you Rafcal.

*Mon.* What's the matter, Lieutenant ?

*Caf.* A Knave teach me my duty ? I'll beat the

Knave into a Twiggern Bottle.

*Rod.* Beat me.

*Caf.* Doſt thou prate, Rogue ?

*Mon.* Nay, good Lieutenant :

I pray you, Sir, hold your hand.

*Caf.* Let me go (Sir)

Or I'll know you o're the Mazzard.

*Mon.* Come, come, you're Drunk.

*Caffio.* Drunk ?

*Jago.* Away I ſay: go out and cry a Mutiny,
Nay, good Lieutenant. Alas, Gentlemen:
Help ho, Lieutenant. *Sir Montano*:
Help Maſters. Here's a goodly Watch indeed.
VWho's that which rings the Bell: *Diablo*, ho.
The Town will rife. Fie, ſie, Lieutenant,
You'll be aſham'd for ever.

Enter Othello, and Attendants.

*Orb.* VVhat is the matter here ?

*Mon.* I bleed ſtill, I am hurt, but not to th' Death.

*Orb.* Hold for your lives.

*Jago.* Hold ho : Lieutenant, *Sir Montano*, Gentlemen:
Have you forgot all place of ſenſe and duty ?
Hold. The General ſpeaks to you: hold for ſhame.
Oth. VVhy how now ho ? From whence arife this?

*Oth.* VVhy how now ho ? From whence arife this?
Are we turn'd Turks ? and to our ſelves do that
VVhich Heaven hath forbid the Ottamites.
For Christian ſhame, put by this barbarous brawl:
He that ſtirs next to carve for his own rage,
Holds his Soul light: He dies upon his Motion.

Silence that dreadful Bell, it frights the Ifle
From her propriety. VVhat is the matter, Maſters.
Honeſt *Jago*, that looks dead with grieving,
Speak: who began this ? On thy love I charge thee?

*Jago.* I do not know: Friends all, but now, even now
In Quarter, and in terms like Bride and Groom
Deveſting them for Bed: and then, but now :
(As if ſome Planet had unwitted men)
Sword out, and tilting one at others Breaſts,
In oppofition bloody. I cannot ſpeak

Any beginning to this peeviſh odds.
And would in Action glorious, I had loſt
Thoſe legs that brought me to a part of it.

And would in Action glorious, I had loſt
Thoſe legs that brought me to a part of it.
Oth. How comes it (Michael) you are thus forgiſt?

*Oth.* How comes it (Michael) you are thus forgiſt?
Caf.* I pray you pardon me, I cannot ſpeak.

*Caf.* I pray you pardon me, I cannot ſpeak.
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*Othel.* Worthy *Montano*, you were want to be civil:
The gravity and itlenks of your youth,
The world hath noted. And your name is great
In mouths of w itself censure. What's the matter,
That you unlace your reputation thus,
And spend your rich opinion, for the name
Of a Night-brawler? give me anfuer to it.

*Mon.* Worthy *Othello*, I am hurt to danger,
Your Officer, *Jago*, can inform you,
While I spare *fie speech*, which fomething now offends me.
Of all that I do know, nor know I ought
By me; that's faid or done amifs this night,
Unless Self-charity be fometimes a vice,
And to defend our felves it be a fin,
When violence affails us.

*Othel.* Now, by Heaven,
My blood begins my fafer Guides to rule,
And paffion (having my beſt judgment collied)
Affays to lead the way. If I once fir,
Or do but lift this Arm, the beſt of you
Shall ſink in my Rebuke. Give me to know
How this foul Rout began: Who ſet it on,
And he that is approv'd in this offence,
Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
Shall loofe me. What in a Town of War,
Yet wild, the peoples hearts brim-full of fear,
To manage private, and domeſtick Quarrel?
In night, and on the Court and Guard of safety?
'Tis monitrous: *Jago*, who began't?

*Mon.* If partially affin'd, or league in office,
You do ſ deliver more, or leſs than truth,
Thou art no Souldier.

*Jago.* Touch me not ſo near,
I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it ſhould do offence to Michael *Caffio*.
Yet I perſwade my ſelf, to ſpeak ſo the truth
Shall nothing wrong him. This it is, General:
*Montano* and my ſelf being in ſpeech,
There comes a Fellow, crying out for help,
And *Caffio* following him with determin'd Sword,
To execute upon him. Sir, This Gentleman
Steps into *Caffio*, and intreats his paſſe:
My ſelf the crying fellow did purſue,
Left by his clamour (as it ſo fell out)
The Town might fall in fright. He, (ſwift of foot)
Out-ran my purpofe: and I return'd the rather
For that I heard the clink, and fall of Swords,
And *Caffio*, high in oath: Which till to night
I ne'er might ſay before. When I came back
(For this was brief) I found them cloſe together
At blow, and thraſt, even as again they were
When you your ſelf did part them:
More of this matter cannot I report,
But men are men: The beſt fometimes forget,
Though *Caffio* did ſome little wrong to him,
As men in rage, ſtrike thofe that with ſhem beſt,
Yet ſurely *Caffio*, I believe, receiv'd
From him that ſled, ſome ſtrange indignity,
Which Patience could not pafs.

*Othel.* I know, *Jago*,
Thy honefly and love doth mince this matter,
Making it light to *Caffio*: *Caffio*, I love thee,
But never more be Officer of mine.

*Enter Defdemona attended.*

Look if my gentle love be not rais'd up:
I'll make thee an example.

*Def.* What's the matter (Dear?)

*Othel.* All's well, Sweeting:

Come, away to bed. Sir, for your hurts,

My ſelf will be your Surgeon. Lead him off:

*Jago*, look with care about the Town,
And silence thofe whom this vile brawl diſtraſted.

Come, *Defdemona*, 'tis the Souldiers life,

To have their Balmy flumbers wak'd with ſtrife.

*Jago.* What, are you hurt, Lieutenant?

*Caf.* I, I, paff all Surgery.

*Jago.* Marry, Heaven forbid.

*Caf.* Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I have
loft my Reputation! I have loft the immortal part of my
ſelf, and what remains is beſtial. My Reputation, *Jago*,
my Reputation.

*Jago.* As I am an honest man, I had thought you had
received ſome bodily wound; there is more fence in that
than in Reputation. Reputation is an idle, and moſt faſſe
impoffition; oft got without merit, and loft without de-
ſerving. You have loft no Reputation at all, unleſs you
repute your ſelf ſuch a loofer. What man--there are more
ways to recover the Generat again. You are but now
caſt in his mood, (a puniſhment more in policy, than in
malice) even ſo as one would beat his offenceleſs dog
to affright an impenious Lyon. Sue to him again, and
he's yours.

*Caf.* I will rather ſue to be deſpis'd, than to deceive
ſo good a Commander, with ſo flight, ſo drunken, and
ſo indifcreet an Officer. Drunk? and ſpeak, Parrot? And
ſquabble? Swagger? Swear? And diſcourſe ſuſtian with
ones own ſhadow? O thou invifible Spirit of Wine!
if thou haſt no name to be known by, let us call thee
Devil.

*Jago.* What was he that you follow'd with your Sword?
what had he done to you?

*Caf.* I know not.

*Jago.* Is't poffible?

*Caf.* I remember a Maſs of things, but nothing di-
ſtinctly: A Quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that
men ſhould put an Enemy in their mouths, to ſteal away
their Brains? That we ſhould with Joy pleafance, revel
and applaſe, transform our ſelves into Beaſts.

*Jago.* Why, But you are now well enough: How came
you thus recovered?

*Caf.* It hath pleas'd the Devil, Drunkennesſs, to give
place to the Devil, Wrath; one unperſectneſs thewns me
another, to make me frankly deſpife my ſelf.

*Jago.* Come, you are too ſevere a Moraller. As the
Time, the Place, and the condition of this Countrie
ſlands, I could heartily with this had not befain: But ſince
it is, as it is, mend it for your own good.

*Caf.* I will ask him for my place again, he ſhall tell
me, I am a Drunkard: Had I as, many mouths as *Hydra*,
fuch an anſwer would ſtop them all. To be now a ſen-
fible man, by and by a Fool, and prefentely a Beaſt. Of-
ſtrange! Every inordinate Cup is unbleſs'd, and the In-
gr ingredient is a Devil.

*Jago.* Come, come, good Wine is a good familiar
Creature, if it be well us'd: Exclaim no more againſt
it. And, good Lieutenant, I think, you think I love
you.

*Caf.* I have well approv'd it, Sir, I drunk?

*Jago.* You, or any man living, may be drunk at a time,
man. I tell you what you ſhall do: Our General's Wife
is now the General. I may ſay ſo, in this reſpect, for
that he hath devoted, and given up himſelf to the con-
templation, mark: and Devotion of her Parts and
Graces. Conſefs your ſelf freely to her: Importue her
help, to put you in your place again. She is of ſo free, ſo
kind, ſo apt, ſo bleſſed a diſpoſition, ſhe holds it a vice
in her goodneſs, not to do more than ſhe is requeſted.
This broken joint between you and her Husband, intreat
her to ſplinter. And my Fortunes againſt any lay worth
naming, this crack of your Love, ſhall grow ſtronger than
it was before.

*Caf.* You advife me well.

*Jago.* I proteſt in the ſincerity of Love, and honest
kindneſs.

*Cafisio.* I think it freely: and betimes in the morning,
I will beſeeth the virtuous *Defdemona* to undertake for
me.

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me: I am desperate of my Fortunes if they check me.
Jago. You are in the right: Good night, Lieutenant, I
must to the Watch.
Caf. Good night, honest Jago.
Jago. And what's he then,
That says I play the Villain?
When this advice is free I give, and honest,
Probal to thinking, and indeed the courfe
To win the Moor again.
For 'tis mofe eafie,
Th'inclining Defdemona to subdue
In any honest Suit. She's fram'd as fruitful
As the free Elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, were to renounce his Baptifm,
All ftales and Symbols of redeemed fin:
His Soul is fo enfetter'd to her Love,
That the may make, unmake, do what the lift:
Even as her appetite ſhall play the god
With his weak Function. How I am then a Villain,
To counſel Caſio to this parallel courfe.
Direſtly to his good? Divinity of Hell,
When Devils will their blackeſt fins put on,
They do ſuggest at firſt with heavenly ſhews,
As I do now. For while this honest Fool
Plies Defdemona, to repair his Fortune,
And the for him, pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this Peſilence into his ear:
That the repeals him, for her bodies Luft,
And by how much the ſtrives to do him good,
She ſhall undoe her Credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodneſs make the Net,
That ſhall enmaſh them all.
How now, Rodorigo?

Enter Rodorigo.

Rodorigo. I do follow here in the Chace, not like a
Hound that hunts, but one that fills up the Cry. My mo-
ney is almoſt ſpent; I have been to night exceedingly
well cudgell'd: and I think the iſſue will be, I ſhall
have ſo much experience for my pains; and ſo with no
money at all, and a little more wit, return again to Ve-
nice.

Jago. How poor are they that have not Patience ?
What wound did ever lieal but by degrees?
Thou know'ſt we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on dilatory time:
Doſt not go well? Caſio hath beaten thee,
And thou by that ſmall hurt haſt caſhier'd Caſio :
Though other things grow faſt againſt the Sun,
Yet fruits that bloſſome firſt, will firſt be ripe:
Content thy ſelf a while. In troth 'tis Morning;
Pleasure and action make the hours seem ſhort.
Retire thee: Go where thou art Billeted:
Away, I ſay, thou ſhalt know more hereafter :
Nay, get thee gone.
Two things are to be done:
My Wife muſt move for Caſio to her Miſtrefs:
I'll ſet her on my ſelf a while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump, when he may Caſio ſind
Soliciting his Wife: I, that's the way:
Dull not Device, by coldneſs and delay.
[Exit.

Caf. Maſters, play here, I will content your pains,
Something that's brief: and bid good morrow, General.
Clo. Why, Maſters, have your Inſtruments been in Na-
ples, that they ſpeak i'th' noſe thus?

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Caffio, Musicians, and Clown.

Muf. How, Sir, how?
Clown. Are theſe, I pray you, wind Inſtruments?
Muf. I, marry are they, Sir.
Clown. Oh, thereby hangs a Tale.
Muf. Whereby hangs a Tale, Sir?
Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind Inſtrument that I
know. But, Maſters, here's money for you: And the Ge-
neral ſo likes your Mufick, that he deſires you for loves
fake to make no noſe with it.
Muf. Well, Sir, we will not.
Clown. If you have any Mufick that may not be heard,
too't again. But, (as they ſay) to hear Mufick, the Gen-
ral does not greatly care.
Muf. VVc have none ſuch, Sir.
Clown. Then put up your Pipes in your Bag, for I'll
away. Go, vanifh into air, away.
Caf. Doſt thou hear me, mine honest Friend?
Clown. No, I hear not your honest Friend:
I hear you.
Caf. Prethee, keep up thy Quillets, there's a poor piece
of Gold for thee: If the Gentlewoman that attends the
General be stirring, tell her, there's one Caſio entreats her
a little favour of Iſeech. Wilt thou do this?
Clown. She is stirring, Sir, if she will flin ſhither, I, ſhal
ſem to notiſe unto her.
[Exit Clown.

Enter Jago.

In happy time, Jago.
Jago. You have not been a bed then?
Caf. Why, no: The day had broke before we parted.
I have made bold (Jago) to ſend in to your wife:
My ſuit to her is, that the will to virtuous Defdemona
Procure me ſome acceſſ.
Jago. I'll ſend her to you prefentely:
And I'll devife a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way, that your converſe and buſineſſ
May be more free.
[Exet.

Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.

Enter Œmilia.

Æmil. Good morrow (good Lieutenant) I am for
Your diſpleasure; but all will fire be well.
The General and his Wife are talking of it.
And the ſpeaks for you ſloutly. The Moor replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great Affinity: and that in wholſom wifdom
He might not but refufe you. But he protſſes he loves you,
And needs no other Suitor but his likings,
To bring you in again.

Caf. Yet, I beſeech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of ſome brief Diſcourſe
With Deſdemon alone.

Æmil. Pray, come in:
I will beſtow you where you ſhalt have time
To ſpeak your boſom freely.
Caf. I am much bound to you.

[Exeunt]

Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello, Jago, and Gentlemen.

Obel. Theſe Letters give (Jago) to the Pilot,
And by him do my Duties to the Senate:
That done, I will be walking on the Works,
Repair there to me.

Jago. Well, my good Lord, I'll do't.
Obel. This Fortification (Gentlemen) ſhall we fee't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.
[Exeunt]

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For fure he fills it up with great ability;
Yet if you pleafe to put him off a while,
You fhall by that perceive him, and his means:
Note, if your Lady ſtrain his Entertainment
With any ſtrong, or vehement importunity,
Much will be seen in that: In the mean time,
Let me be thought too bilious in my fears,
(As worthy cauſe I have to fear I am)

And hold her free, I do befeech your Honour :

Othel. Fear not my Government.

Jago. I once more take my leave.

Othel. This Fellow's of exceeding honeſty,
And knows all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit
Of humane dealings. If I do prove her Haggard,
Though that her Jeſſes were my dear heart-ſtrings,
I'd whiffle her off, and let her down the wind
To prey at Fortune. Haply, for I am black,
And have not thofe ſoft parts of Converſation,
That Chamberers have: Or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years (yet that's not much)
She's gone. I am abus'd, and my relief
Muſt be to loath her. Oh Curſe of Marriage!
That we can call theſe delicate Creatures ours,
And not their Appetites ? I had rather be a Toad,
And live upon the Vapour of a Dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others uſes. Yet 'tis the plague to Great-ones,
Prerogativ't are they leſs than the Bafe;
'Tis deftiny unſhunnable like death:

Even then, this forked plague is fated to us,

VWhen we do quicken. Look where ſhe comes!

Enter Dedefmona and Œmilia.

If ſhe be falſe, Heav'n mock'd it ſelf:
I'll not believ't.

Def. How now, my dear Othello ?

Your Dinner, and the generous Iſlanders,

By you invited, do attend your prefence.

Othel. I am to blame.

Jago. Why do you ſpeak so faintly ?

Are you not well ?

Othel. I have a pain upon my Forehead here.

Jago. VVhy that's with watching, ?twill away again.

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.

Othel. Your Napkin is too little :

Let it alone : Come, I'll go in with you.

Def. I am very ſilly that you are not well.

Emil. I am glad I have found this Napkin :

This washer firſt remembrance from the Moor,
My wayward Husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to ſteal it. But ſhe ſo loves the Token,
(For he conjur'd her, ſhe should ever keep it)
That ſhe reserves it ever more about her,

To kifs and talk to. I'll have the work tan out,

And giv't Jago: what he will do with it,
Heaven knows, not 1:

I nothing, but to pleafe his Fantafie.

Enter Jago.

Jago. How now? What do you here alone ?

Emil. Do not you chide : I have a thing for you.

Jago. You have a thing for me?

It is a common thing—

Emil. Hah?

Jago. To have a fooliſh wife.

Emil. Oh, is that all? what will you give me now

For that fame Handkerchief?

Jago. What Handkerchief?

Emil. What Handkerchief?

Why, that the *Moor* firſt gave to Dſſdemona,
That which ſo often you did bid me ſteal.

Jago. Haſt ſtollen it from her ?

Emil. No: But ſhe let it drop by negligence,
And to th'advantage, I being here, took't up:

Look, here 'tis.

Jago. A good wench, give it me.

Emil. VVhat will you do with't, you have been ſo
carnelt to have me fluch it?

Jago. Why, what is that to you?

Emil. If it be not for ſome purpofe of import,
Giv't me again. Poor Lady, ſhe'll run mad,
VWhen ſhe ſhall lack it.

Jago. Be not unknown on't:

I have uſe for it. Go, leave me,

I will in Caffio's Lodging toole this Napkin,

And let him find it. Trifles light as air

Are to the jealous, confirmations ſtrong,

As proofs of holy VVrit. This may do lomething.

The Moor already changes with my poyſons:

Dangerous conceits are in their natures poyſons,

VVhich at the firſt are ſcare found to dilſtalle:

But with a little act upon the blood,

Burn like the Mines of Sulphur. I did ſay ſo.

[Exit Œmil.

Enter Othello.

Look, where he comes: Not Poppy, Mandragora,

Nor all the drowſie Syrups of the world,

Shall ever medicine thee to that ſweet ſleep,

Which thou ow'd'ſt yefterday.

Othel. Ha, ha, falſe to me?

Jago. VVhy, how now, General? no more of that.

Othel. Avant, be gone: Thou haſt fet me on the Rack :

I ſwear 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know a little.

Jago. How now, my Lord?

Othel. VVhat ſcent had I, in her ſtoln hours of Luft?

I faw it not, thought it not: it harm'd not me :

I flept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merry.

I found not Caffio's killes on her lips :

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is ſtoln,

Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

Jago. I am ſorry to hear this.

Othel. I had been happy if the general Camp,
Pioneers and all, had taſted her ſweet Body,

So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever

Farewel the tranquill mind ; Farewel, Content ;

Farewel the plumed Troops, and the big VVars,

That make Ambition virtue! Oh farewell,

Farewel the neighboring Steed, and the thrill Trump,

The Spirit-ſtirring Drum, th'Ear-piercing Fife,

The Royal Banner, and all Quality,

Pride, Pomp, and Circumſtance of glorious VVar:

And O you mortal Engines, whoſe rude throats

Th'immortal Jove's dread Clamours counterfeit,

Farewel: Othello's Occupation's gone.

Jago. Is't poffible, my Lord?

Othel. Villain, be ſure thou prove my Love a VVhore;

Be ſure of it : Give me the Ocular Proof,

Or by the worth of mine eternal Soul,

Thou hadſt been better have been born a Dog,

Than anſwer my wak'd wrath.

Jago. Is't come to this?

Othel. Make me to ſee't, or (at the leaſt) ſo prove it,
That the probation bear no Hindge, nor Loop,

To hang a doubt on: Or woe upon thy Life.

Jago. My Noble Lord.

Othel. If thou doſt ſlander her, and torture me,

Never pray more: Abandon all remorſe

On horrors head, horrors accumulate,

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd ;

For nothing canſt thou to damnation add,

Greater than that,

Jago. O Grace! O Heaven forgive me!

Are you a man? Have you a Soul? Or Senſe?

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God b'w'you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Fool,
That lov'd to make thine honesty a Vice !
Oh monſtrous World! Take note, take note (O World)
To be direct and honest, is not ſafe.

I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I'll love no friend, fifth love breeds ſuch offence.

Orb. Nay, ſay: thou shouldst be honest.

Jago. I should be wife, for honesty's a Fool,
And iofes that it works for.

Orb. By the World,

I think my Wife is honest, and think ſhe is not:
I think that thou art juſt, and think thou art not:

I'll have ſome proof. My name that was as freſh
As Dians Vifage, is now begrim'd and black

As mine own Face. If there be Cord's or Knives,
Poyſon, or Fire, or ſuffocating ſtreams,
I'll not endure it. Would I were ſatified.

Jago. I fee you are eaten up with palfion :

I do repent me that I put it to you,
You would be ſatified ?

Orb. Would, Nay, and I will.

Jago. And may: but now ? how ſatified, my Lord?

Would you the ſuper-vifion groſly gape on?

Behold her topp'd?

Orb. Death, and Damnation. Oh !

Jago. It were a tedious difficulty I think,
To bring to that profit: Damn them then,
If ever mortal Eyes do fee them boulſter
More than their own. What then ? how then ?

What shall I ſay ? Where's Satisfaction ?
It is impoffible you should fee this,

Were they as prime as Goats, as hot as Monkies,
As ſalt as Wolves in pride, and Fools as groſs
As Ignorance, made drunk. But yet, I ſay,

If imputation and ſtrong circumſtances,

Which lead directly to the door of truth,
VVill give you ſatisfaction, you might hav't.

Orb. Give me a living reafon ſhe's diſloyal,

Jago. I do not like the Office;

But fifth I am entred in this caufe to ſo far
(Prick'd to't by fooliſh Honeſty and Love)

I will go on. I lay with Caffio lately,

And being troubled with a raging Tooth,

I could not ſleep. There are a kind of men,
So loofe of Soul, that in their ſleeps will mutter

Their Affairs: one of this kind is Caffio:
In ſleep I heard him ſay, ſweet Desdemona,

Let us be wary, let us hide our Loves,

And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand:
Cry, 'oh ſweet Creature: then kifs me hard,

As if he pluckt up kiffes by the roots,
That grew upon my Lips, laid his Leg o're my Thigh,

And ſigh and kifs, and then cry curſed Fate,

That gave thee to the Moore.

Orb. Nay this was but his Dream.

Orb. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion,
'Tis a ſhrewd doubt, though it be but a Dream.

Jago. And this may help to thicken other proofs,

That do demonſtrate thinly.

Orb. I'll tear her all to pieces.

Jago. Nay yet be wife; yet we fee nothing done,
She may be honest yet: Tell me but this,
Have you not ſometimes seen a Handkerchief

Spotted with Straw-berries, in your VVives hand ?

Orb. I gave her ſuch a one: 'twas my firſt gift.

Jago. I know not that: but ſuch a Handkerchief
(I am ſure it was your VVives) did I to day
See Caffio wipe his Beard with.

Orb. If it be that.

Jago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers,
It ſpeaks againſt her with the other proofs.

Orb. O that the ſlave had forty thouſand lives:
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.

Now do I fee 'tis true. Look here, Jago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to Heaven.
'Tis gone, Arife black vengeance from the hollow Hell,
Yield up (O Love) thy Crown and hearted Thron
To tyrannous hate. Swell boſom with thy ſraught,
For 'tis of Aſpicks tongues.

Jago. Yet be content.

Orb. Oh blood, blood, blood.

Jago. Patience I ſay: your mind may change.
Orb. Never, Jago. Like to the Pontick Sea,
VVhoſe Icy Current, and compulſive courſe,
Ne're keeps retiring ebbe, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont :

Even ſo my bloody thoughts, with violent pace
Shall ne're look back, ne're ebbe to humble Love,
Till that a capable, and wide Revenge

Swallow them up. Now by yond Marble Heaven,
In the due reverence of a Sacred Vow,
I here engage my words —

Jago. Do not rife yet:

VVitneſs your ever-burning Lights above,
You Elements, that clip us round about.

VVitneſs that here Jago doth give up
The Execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wrong'd Orbello's Service. Let him command,
And to obey ſhall be in me remorſe,
What bloody butneſs ever.

Orb. I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the infant put thee to't:
Within these three daies let me hear thee ſay,
That Caffio's not alive.

Jago. My Friend is dead:
'Tis gone at your requeſt.

But let her live.

Orb. Damn her lew'd Minx:

O damn her, damn her.

Come go with me apart, I will withdraw
To furniſh me with ſome ſwift means of Death
For the fair Devil.

Now art thou my Lieutenant.

Jago. I am your own for ever.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Quarta.

### Enter Desdemona, Œmilia, and Clown.

Def. Do you know, Sirrah, where Lieutenant Caffio
lyes ?

Clown. I dare not ſay he lies any where.

Def. Why man ?

Clown. He's a ſouldier, and for me to ſay a ſouldier
lyes, 'tis ſtABBing.

Def. Go to: where lodges he ?

Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where
I lye.

Def. Can any thing be made of this ?

Clown. I know not where he lodges, and for me to de-
vife a lodging, and ſay he lies here, or he lies there, were
to lye in mine own throat.

Def. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by
report?

Clown. I will Catechize the World for him, that is,
make Queſtions, and by them Anſwer.

Def. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have
mov'd my Lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.

Clown. To do this, is within the compaſs of mans Wit
and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit Clown.

Def. Where ſhould I loofe the Handkerchief, Œ
milia?

Œmilia. I know not, Madam.

Def. Believe me, I had rather have loſt my purſe
Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore

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Arraigning his unkindneſs with my foul:
But now I find, I had ſuborn'd the Witneſs,
And he's indited falſely.

Aemil. Pray heaven it be
State-matters, as you think, and no Conception,
Nor no jealous toy concerning you.

Def. Alas-the-day, I never gave him caufe.

Aemil. But jealous Souls will not be anſwer'd ſo;
They are not ever jealous for the caufe,
But jealous, for they're jealous. It is a Monſter
Begot upon it ſelf, born on it ſelf.

Def. Heaven keep the Monſter from Othello's mind.

Aemil. Lady, Amen.

Def. I will go seek him. Caffio, walk hereabout:
If I do find him ſit, I'll move your ſuit,
And seek to effect it to my uttermoſt.

Caffio. I humbly thank your Ladisſip.

Enter Bianca.

Bianc. 'Save you (Friend Caffio.)

Caffio. What makes you from home?

How is't with you, my moſt fair Bianca?

Indeed (weet Love) I was coming to your houſe.

Bian. And I was going to your Lodging, Caffio.

What? keep a week away? Seven days and nights?

Eight ſcore eight hours? And Loves abſent hours

More tedious than the Dial, eight ſcore times?
Oh weary reck'ning.

Caffio. Pardon me, Bianca:

I have this while with leaden thoughts been preſt,
But I ſhall in a more continuate time

Strike off this ſcore of abſence. Sweet Bianca,
Take me this work out.

Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this?

This is ſome token from a newer Friend,

To the felt-abſence: now I feel a Caufe :

Is't come to this? Well, well,

Caffio. Go to, woman:

Throw your vild gueſes in the Devils teeth,
From whence you have them. You are jealous now
That this is from ſome Miftrefſs, ſome remembrance;
No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whoſe is it?

Caffio. I know not neither :

I found it in my Chamber,

I like the work well: E're it be demanded

(As like enough it will) I would have it copied :

Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time.

Bian. Leave you ? wherefore ?

Caffio. I do attend here on the General,
And think it no addition, nor my wifh
To have him fee me woman'd.

Bian. Why, I pray you?

Caffio. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me,
I pray you bring me on the way a little,

And ſay, if I ſhall fee you ſoon at night ?

Caffio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,

For I attend here. But I'll fee you ſoon.

Bian. 'Tis very good : I muſt be circumſtanc'd.

[Exeunt omnes.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Othello and Jago.

Jago. W
Othel. I'll you think ſo?

Jago. Think ſo, Jago?

Jago. What, to kils in private ?

Othel. An unauthorized kils?

Jago. Or to be naked with her Friends in bed,
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Othel. Naked in bed (Jago) and not mean harm?
It is hypocriſe againſt the Devil :

They that mean vertuonſly, and yet do ſo,

The Devil their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heaven.

Jago. If they do nothing, 'tis a Venial ſlip :

But I give my wife a Handkerchief.

Othel. What then?

Jago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers,
She may (I think) beſtow't on any man,

Othel. She is Protecſtrefſs of her Honour too:

May the give that ?

Jago. Her Honour is an Eſſence that's not ſeen,

They have it very oft that have it not.

But for the Handkerchief.

Othel. By heaven I would moſt gladly have ſorgt it:
Thou faſſt (Oh, it comes o're my memory,
As doth the Raven o're the infectious houſe :

Boading to all) he had my Handkerchief.

Jago. I: what of that ?

Othel. That's not ſo good now.

Jago. What if I had faſſt, I had ſeen him do you wrong?

Or hear him ſay, as Knaves be ſuch abroad,

Who having by their own importunate ſuit,

Or voluntary dotage of ſome Miftrefſs,

Convinced or ſuppli'd them, cannot chufe

But they muſt blab.

Othel. Hath he faſſed any thing ?

Jago. He hath (my Lord) but be you well affur'd,
No more than he'll unfwear.

Othel. What hath he faſſt ?

Jago. Why, that he did : I know not what he did.

Othel. What ? what ?

Jago. Lye.

Othel. With her ?

Jago. With her ? on her: what you will.

Othel. Lye with her ? Lye on her ? we ſay, Lye on her,
when they be-lye her. Lye with her ? that's fullom :
Handkerchief: Conſeſſions: Handkerchief. To conſeſs,
and be hang'd for his labour. First, to be hang'd, and
then to confefs: I tremble at it. Nature would not inſult
her ſelf in ſuch ſhadowing paffion, without ſome inſtruc-
tion. It is not words that ſhakes me thus, (pith) Noſes, Ears
and Lips: is't poffible. Conſeſſs? Handkerchief? O De-
vil.

[Falls in a Tranſe.

Jago. Work on,

My Medicine works. Thus credulous Fools are caught,
And many worthy, and chaſt Dames even thus

(All guilſteſs) meet reſpach : what hoa? My Lord?

My Lord, I ſay, Othello.

Enter Caffio.

How now, Caffio ?

Caffio. What's the matter ?

Jago. My Lord is ſaln into an Epilepſe,
This is the ſeconſ Fit: he had one yefterday.

Caffio. Rub him about the Temples.

Jago. The Lethargy muſt have his quiet courſe :
If not, he foams at mouth: and by and by

Breaks out to favage madneſs: Look, he ſtirs:

Do you withdraw your ſelf a little while,

He will recover ſtraight: when he is gone,
I would on great occasion, ſpeak with you.

How is it, General? Have you not hurt your hand?

Othel. Doſt thou mock me?

Jago. I mock you not, by Heaven:
Would you would bear your Fortune like a Man.

Othel. A Horned man's a Monſter and a Beaſt.

Jago. There's many a Beaſt then in a popuſous City,

And many a civil Monſter.

Othel. Did he confefſs it ?

Jago. Good Sir, be a man:

Think

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Think every bearded fellow that's but yoak'd
May draw with you. There's millions now alive,
That nightly lye in thofe unproper beds,
Which they dare (wear peculiar. Your caufe is better.
Oh, 'tis the spight of Hell, the Fiends Arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure Cowch ;
And to fuppofe her chait. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what ſhe shall be.

Orb. Oh, thou art wife: 'tis certain.

Jago. Stand you a while apart,

Confine your ſelf but in a patient Lift,

Whil't it were here, o're whelmed with your grief
(A paflion moſt reſulting (uch a man)

Caffio came hither. I lifted him away,

And laid good ſcufes on your Ecſtafeie,

Bad him anon return, and here ſpeak with me,
The which he promis'd. Do but encave your ſelf,
And mark the Fleers, the Gybes and notable ſcorms,
That dwell in 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 is again to cope your wife.

I fay, but mark his geſture, marry Patience,

Or I ſhall fay y're all in all in Spileen,

And nothing of a man.

Orb. Doff thou hear, Jago,

I will be found moſt cunning in my patience

But (doff thou hear) moſt bloody.

Jago. Now, that hear not amifs.

But yet keep time in all : will you withdraw ?

Now will I queſtion Caffio of Bianca,

A Hufwife, that by felling her deſires,

Buys her ſelf Bread and Cloth. It is a Creature

That dotes on Caffio, (as 'tis the Strumpets plague
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one)

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

From the exceſs of Laughter. Here he comes.

Enter Caffio.

As he ſhall ſmile, Orbello ſhall go mad :

And his unbookiſh Jealousie muſt conferve,

Poor Caffio ſmiles, geſtures and light behaviours

Quite in the wrong. How do you, Lieutenant ?

Caf. The worſer, that you gave me the addition,

Whoſe want not only kills me.

Jago. Ply Deſdemona well, and you are ſure on't:

Now, if this Suite lay in Bianca's dowre,

How quickly ſhould you ſpeed ?

Caf. Alas, poor Caitiffe.

Orb. Look how he laughs already.

Jago. I never knew woman love man ſo,

Caf. Alas, poor Rogue. I think indeed ſhe loves me.

Orb. Now he denies it faintly : and laughs it out.

Jago. Do you hear, Caffio?

Orb. Now he importunes him

To tell it o're: go to, well faid, well faid.

Jago. She gives it out, that you ſhall marry her.

Do you intend it?

Caf. Ha, ha, ha.

Orb. Do ye triumph, Roman ? do you triumph ?

Caf. I marry. What? a cuſtomer, prithee bear

Some Charity to my wit, do not think it

So unwholſome, Ha, ha, ha.

Orb. So, fo: they laugh that win.

Jago. Why, the cry goes, that you ſhall marry her.

Caf. Prithee ſay true.

Jago. I am a very Villain elfe.

Orb. Have you ſear'd me; well.

Caf. This is the Monkies own giving out:

She is perſwaded I will marry her

Out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promife.

Orb. Jago beckons me: now he begins the ſtory.

Caf. She was here even now: ſhe haunts me in every

place. I was the other day talking on the Sea bank with
certain Venetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls
me thus about my neck.

Orbel. Crying, oh dear Caffio, as it were: his geſture
importes it.

Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me :

So ſhakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.

Orbel. Now he tells how ſhe pluckt him to my Cham-
ber: Oh, I fee that Noſe of yours, but now that Dog, I
ſhall throw it to.

Caf. Well, I muſt leave her company.

Jago. Before me: Look where ſhe comes.

Enter Bianca.

Caf. 'Tis ſuch another Fitchew: marry, a perfum'd one:

What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the Devil and his Damm haunt you: What
did you mean by that fame Handkerchief you gave me
even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I muſt take out
the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find
it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there. This
is ſome Minxes token, and I muſt take out the work?
There, give it your Hobbey-Horſe: Whereforever you
had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Caf. How now, my sweet Bianca?

How now? How now?

Orbel. By Heaven, that ſhould be my Handkerchief.

Bian. If you'll come to ſupper to night, you may; if you
will not, come when you are next prepar'd for.

Jago. After her, after her.

Caf. I muſt, ſhe'll rail in the streets elfe.

Jago. Will you ſup there?

Caf. Yes, I intend fo.

Jago. Well, I may chance to fee you: For I would very
fain ſpeak with you,

Caf. Prithee, come, will you?

Jago. Go to: Say no more.

Orbel. How ſhall I murther him, Jago?

Jago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice ?

Orbel. Oh, Jago.

Jago. And did you fee the Handkerchief ?

Orbel. Was that mine?

Jago. Yours by this hand: and to fee how he prizes
the foolish woman your wife: She gave it him, and he
hath given it his Whore.

Orbel. I would have him nine years a killing :

A fine woman, a fair woman, a ſweet woman?

Jago. Nay, you muſt forget that.

Orbel. I, let her rot and perſih, and be damn'd to night,
for ſhe ſhall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to ſtone: I
ſtrike it, and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world hath not
a fweeter Creature: She might lie by an Emperor's fide,
and command him Tasks.

Jago. Nay, that's not your way.

Orbel. Hang her, I do but ſay what ſhe is: fo delicate
with her Needle: An admirable Mufician. Oh, ſhe will
ſing the Savagenefs out of a Bear: Of ſo high a plenteous
wit, and invention ?

Jago. She's the worſe for all this.

Orbel. Oh, a thouſand, a thouſand times:

And then of ſo gentle a condition?

Jago. I, too gentle.

Orbel. Nay that's certain.

But yet the pity of it, Jago: Oh, Jago, the pity of it, Jago.

Jago. If you are ſo fond over her iniquity: Give her
patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near
no body.

Orbel. I will chop her into Mefſes: Cuckold me!

Jago. Oh, 'tis foul in her.

Orbel. With mine Officer !

Jago. That's fouler.

Orbel. Get me ſome poyſon, Jago, this night. I'll not
expoſtulate with her: Left her body and her beauty un-
provide

["The Tragedy of Othello,", "provide my mind again : this night, *Jago*.", "*Jago.* Do it not with poyfon, ftriangle her in her bed,\neven the bed she hath contaminated.", "*Othel.* Good, good :", "The justice of it pleafes : very good.", "*Jago.* And for *Caffio*, let me be his undertaker :\nYou shall hear more by midnight.", "*Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and Attendants.*", "*Othel.* Excellent good : what Trumpet is that fame ?", "*Jago.* I warrant fomething from *Venice*,\n*Tis *Lodovico*, this comes from the Duke.", "See, your wife's with him.", "*Lodo.* Save you, worthy General.", "*Othel.* With all my heart, Sir.", "*Lod.* The Duke, and the Senators of *Venice* greet you,", "*Othel.* I kifs the Infrument of their pleafures.", "*Def.* And what's the News, good *Caffio* ?", "*Jago.* I am very glad to fee you, Signior.", "*Welcome to *Cyprus*.*", "*Lod.* I thank you : how do's Lieutenant *Caffio* ?", "*Jago.* Lives, Sir.", "*Def.* Coufin, there's faln between him and my Lord", "An unkind breach : but you shall make all well.", "*Othel.* Are you fure of that ?", "*Def.* My Lord ?", "*Othel.* This fail you not to do, as you will—", "*Lod.* He did not call : he's buſe in the paper,", "Is there divifion ?twixt my Lord and *Caffio* ?", "*Def.* A moſt unhappy one : I would do much", "T'atone them for the love I bear to *Caffio*.", "*Othel.* Fire and Brimstone,", "*Def.* My Lord.", "*Othel.* Are you wife ?", "*Def.* What, is he angry ?", "*Lod.* May be the Letter mov'd him.", "For as I think they do command him home,", "*Deputing *Caffio* in his Government.*", "*Def.* Truſt me, I am glad on't.", "*Othel.* Indeed ?", "*Def.* My Lord ?", "*Othel.* I am glad to fee you mad.", "*Def.* Why, fweet *Othello* ?", "*Othel.* Devil.", "*Def.* I have not deferv'd this.", "*Lod.* My Lord, this would not be believ'd in *Venice*,", "Though I ſhould ſwear I ſaw't. 'Tis very much,", "Make her amends : ſhe weeps.", "*Othel.* Oh Devil, Devil :", "If that the Earth could teem with womans tears,", "Each drop he falls would prove a Crocodile :", "Out of my fight.", "*Def.* I will not ſlay to offend you :", "*Lod.* Truly obedient Lady :", "I do beſech your Lordſhip call her back.", "*Othel.* Miftrefs.", "*Def.* My Lord.", "*Othel.* What would you with her, Sir ?", "*Lod.* Who I, my Lord ?", "*Othel.* I, you did wifh that I would make her turn :", "Sir, he can turn and turn : and yet go on\nAnd turn again. And he can weep, Sir, weep.", "And he's obedient : as you fay obedient.", "Very obedient : proceed you in your tears-\nConcerning this, Sir, (Oh well painted paffion)\nI am commanded home : get you away :", "I'll ſend for you anon. Sir, I obey the Mandate.\nAnd will return to *Venice*. Hence, avant :", "*Caffio* shall have my place. And, Sir, to night\nI do entreat, that we may ſup together.\nYou are welcome, Sir, to *Cyprus*.", "", "*Goats and Monkies.*", "[Exit.]", "*Lod.* Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate", "Call all in all ſufficient ? Is this the Nature", "Whom Paffion could not ſhake ? whoſe foliſt vertue", "The ſhot of Accident, nor dart of Chance\nCould neither graze, nor pierce ?", "*Jago.* He is much chang'd.", "*Lod.* Are his wits ſafe ? Is he not of light Brain ?", "*Jago.* He's that he is : I may not breathe my cenſure.", "What he might be : if what he might, he is not,\nI would to heaven he were.", "*Lod.* What, ſtrike his wife ?", "*Jago.* 'Faith that was not ſo well ; yet would I knew\nThat ſtroke would prove the worſt.", "*Lod.* Is it his uſe ?", "Or did the Letters work upon his blood,\nAnd new create his fault ?", "*Jago.* Alas, alas :", "It is not honeſtly in me to ſpeak", "What I have ſeen and known. You ſhall obſerve him,", "And his own courſes will denote him ſo,", "That I may fave my ſpeech : do but go after,", "And mark how he continues.", "*Lod.* I am forry that I am deceiv'd in him.", "[Exeunt.]", "## Scena Secunda.", "*Enter Othello and ſEmilia.*", "*Othel.* You have ſeen nothing then ?", "*Emil.* Nor ever heard : nor ever did ſiſpect.", "*Othel.* Yes, you have ſeen *Caffio* and he together.", "*Emil.* But then I ſaw no harm : and then I hard", "Each ſyllable that breath made up between them.", "*Othel.* What ? Did they never whiſper ?", "*Emil.* Never, my Lord.", "*Othel.* Nor ſend you out oth' way ?", "*Emil.* Never.", "*Oth.* To fetch her Fan, her Gloves, her Mask, nor nothing?", "*Emil.* Never, my Lord.", "*Othel.* That's ſtrange.", "*Emil.* I durſt (my Lord) to wager he is honeſt,", "Lay down my Soul at ſlake : If you think other,", "Remove your thought. It doth abufe your boſom,", "If any wretch hath put this in your head,", "Let heaven requite it with the Serpents curſe,", "For if he be not honeſt, chaſt, and true,", "There's no man happy, the pureſt of their Wives\nIs foul as Slander.", "*Othel.* Bid her come hither : go,", "[Exeunt. ſEmilia.]", "She fays enough : yet ſhe's a ſimple Bawd", "That cannot ſay as much. This is a ſubtle Whore:", "A Cloſet-Lock and Key of villanous Secrets,", "And yet he'll kneel, and pray : I have ſeen her don't.", "*Enter Defdemona and ſEmilia.*", "*Def.* My Lord, what is your will ?", "*Othel.* Pray you, Chuck, come hither.", "*Def.* What is your pleafure ?", "*Othel.* Let me fee your eyes : look in my face.", "*Def.* What horrible Fancy's this?", "*Othel.* Some of your Function, Miftrefs,", "Leave Procreants alone, and ſhut the door :", {"bbox": [748, 1176, 995, 1195], "category": "Text", "text":

The Tragedy of Othello,

To do the Act, that might the addition earn,
Not the worlds Maſſe of vanity could make me.

Jago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:

The buſineſs of the State do's him offence.

Def. If 'twere no other.

Jago. It is but so, I warrant :

Heare how the ſe Inſtruments ſummon to ſupper:
The Meſſenger of Venice ſtayes the Meat ;

Go in, and weep not: all things ſhall be well.

[ Exeunt Desdemona and Œmilia.

Enter Rodorigo.

How now, Rodorigo?

Rod. I do not find.

That thou deal'st justly with me.

Jago. What in the contrary ?

Rodo. Every day thou doſts me with ſome device, Jago,
and rather as it ſeems to me now, keep't from me all
conveniency, thou ſupplies me with the leaſt advantage
of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor am I yet
perſwaded to put up in peace, what already I have fool-
ſihly ſuffer'd.

Jago. Will you hear me, Rodorigo?

Rodo. I have heard too much: and your words and per-
formances are no kin together.

Jago. You charge me moſt unjuſtly.

Rodo. With naught but truth: I have waſted my ſelf out
of my means. The Jewels you have had from me to de-
liver Desdemona, would half have corrupted a Votariff.
You have told me he hath receiv'd them, and return'd me
expectations and comforts of ſudden reſpect, and acquain-
tance, but I find none.

Jago. Well, go to: very well.

Rodo. Very well, go to: I cannot go to, (man) nor 'tis
not very well: nay, I think it is ſcurvy: and begin to find
my ſelf ſopt in it.

Jago. Very well.

Rodo, I tell you, 'tis not very well: I will make my ſelf
known to Desdemona, If the ſ will return me my Jewels, I
will give over my ſuit, and repent my unlawful ſolicita-
tion. If not, aſſure your ſelf, I will ſeeſt ſatisfaction of
you.

Jago. You have faſd now.

Rodo. I, and ſaid nothing but what I proteſt intendment
of doing.

Jago. Why, now I fee there's mettle in thee: and even
from this inſtant do build on thee a better opinion than
ever before: give me thy hand, Rodorigo. Thou haſt taken
againſt me a moſt juſt exception: but yet I proteſt I have
dealt moſt directly in thy Affair.

Rodo. It hath not appear'd.

Jago. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd: and your
ſulpition is not without wit and judgement. But, Rodorigo,
if thou haſt that in thee indeed, which I have greater reaſon
to believe now than ever (I mean, purpofe, Courage, and
Valour) this night ſhew it. If thou the next night fol-
lowing enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with
Treachery, and devife Engines for my life.

Rodo. Well: what is it ? Is it within reaſon and com-
pals?

Jago. Sir, there is eſpecial Commission come from Venice
to depute Caffio in Othello's place.

Rodo. Is that true ? Why then Othello and Desdemona
return again to Venice.

Jago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania, and taketh
away with him the fair Desdemona, unleſs his abode be
lingred here by ſome accident. Wherein none can be ſo
determinate, as the removing of Caffio.

Rodo. How do you mean removing him ?

Jago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place:
knocking out his brains.

Rodo. And that you would have me to do.

Jago. I: if you dare do your ſelf a profit, and a right.

He fups to night with a Harlotry: and thither will I go to
him. He knows not yet of his honourable fortune, if you
will watch his going thence (which I will fahion to fall
out between twelve and one) you may take him at your
pleasure. I will be near to ſcond your Attempt, and he
ſhall fall between us. Come, ſtand not amaz'd at it, but
go along with me: I will ſhew you ſuch a neceſſity in his
death, that you ſhall think your ſelf bound to put it on
him. It is now high ſupper time: and the night grows
to waſt. About it.

Rodo. I will hear further reaſon for this.

Jago. And you ſhall be ſatisſed.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Œmilia
and Attendants.

Lod. I do beſeech you, Sir, trouble your ſelf no further.

Otho. Oh pardon: 'twill do me good to walk,

Lod. Madam, good night: I humbly thank you Ladis.

Def. Your honour is moſt weleom.

Otho. Will you walk, Sit ? Oh Desdemona.

Def. My Lord.

Otho. Get you to bed on th'inſtant, I will be return'd
forthwith: diſmifs your Attendant there: look't be
done.

Def. I will, my Lord.

Emil. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than he did.

Def. He ſayes he will return incontinence,
And hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bid me to diſmifs you.

Emil. Diſmifs me?

Def. It was his bidding: therefore good Œmilia,
Give me your nightly wearing, and adieu.
We muſt not now diſpleafe him.

Emil. I would you had never ſeen him.

Def. So would not I: my love doth ſo approve him,
That even his ſtubbornneſs, his checks, his ſtrows,
(Prithee un-pin me) have grace and favour.

Emil. I have laid those ſheets you bad me on the bed.

Def. All's one: good Father, how fooliſh are our
minds?

If I do die before thee, prithee ſhrowd me
In one of theſe fame ſheets.

Emil. Come, come: you talk.

Def. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbara,
She was in love: and he the ſlov'd prov'd mad.
And did forſake her. She had a Song of Willow,
An old thing 'twas: but it expeſ'd her Fortune.
And he dy'd ſinging it. That Song to night,
Will not go from my mind: I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one ſide

And ſing it like poor Barbara: prithee diſpatch.

Emil. Shall I go fetch your Night-gown?

Def. No, un-pin me here,

This Lodovico is a proper man.

Emil. A very handſom man.

Def. He ſpeaks well.

Emil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd
bare-foot to Paleſtine for a touch of his nether lip.

Def. The poor Soul ſat ſinging, by a Sycamore tree ;

Sing all a green Willow :

Her band on her boſome, her head on her knee,

Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.

The fresh ſtreams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ;

Sing Willow, &c.

Her ſalt tears ſell from her, and ſoftened the ſtones ;

Sing Willow, &c. (Lady by the ſe)

the Moore of Venice.

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Ami. It's the wind.

Def. I call'd my Love false Love: but what said he then?
Sing Willough, &c.

If I court no women, you'll couch with mo men.

So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch:

Doth that boad weeping ?

Amil. 'Tis neither here, nor there,

Def. I have heard it said so, O these men, these men!
Doll thou in conscience think (tell me Amilia)

That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such grofs kind?

Amil. There be fome such, no queftion.

Def. Would it thou do such a deed for all the world :

Amil. Why, would not you?

Def. No, by this heavenly light.

Amil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light.

I might do't as well ith'dark.

Def. Would it thou do such a deed for all the world'd?

Amil. The world's a huge thing.

It is a great price, for a small vice.

Def. In troth I think thou would'ft not.

Amil. In troth I think I should, and undo't when
I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for
a joyn't Ring, nor for meaures of Lawn, nor for Gowns,
Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for
all the whole world: why, who would not make her hus-
band a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I should ven-
ture Purgatory for't.

Def. Behrew me, if I would do such a wrong
For the whole world.

Amil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; and
having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own
world, and you might quickly make it right.

Def. I do not think there is any such woman.

Amil. Yes, a dozen: and as many to th'vantage, as
would fore the world they plaid for.

But I do think it is their husbands faults

If Wives do fall: (Say, that they flack their duties,

And pour our treasures into foreign laps :

Or else break out in peevish Jealousies,

Throwing reftraint upon us: Or fay they Itrike us,

Or fiant our former having in delpight?

Why we have galls: and though we have fome Grace,

Yet have we fome Revenge. Let husbands know,

Their wives have fenfe like them: they fee and feel,

And have their Palatcs both for fweet and fow'r,

As husbands have. What is it that they do

When they change us for others ? Is it ſport ?

I think it is: and doth affection breed it?

I think it doth: Is't frailty that thus erres?

It is ſo too. And have not we affections?

Defires for ſport? and frailty as men have?

Then let them ſue us well: eſſe let them know,

The ills we do, their ills inſtruct us to.

Def. Good night, good night :

Heaven me ſuch ſends, and

Not to pick bad, from bad; but by bad, mend.

'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.

Jago. I have rub'd this young Quat almost to the fenſe,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caffio,
Or Caffio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,

He calls me to a reſtitution large.

Of Gold, and Jewels, that I bob'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona.

It muſt not be: if Caffio do remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life,

That makes me ugly: and befides, the Moor

May unfold me to him: there I stand I in much peril:

No, he muſt die. But so, I hear him coming.

Enter Caffio.

Rod. I know his gate, 'tis he : Villain thou dyeft.

Caf. That thraſt had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my Coat is better than thou know'ſt :

I will make proof of thine.

Rod. Oh, I am ſlain.

Caf. I am maim'd for ever:
Help hoa: Murther, murther.

Enter Othello.

Otho. The voice of Caffio, Jago keeps his wor'd

Rod. O Villain that I am.

Oth. It is even so.

Caf. Oh help hoa: Light, a Surgeon.

Oth. 'Tis he: O brave Jago, honest and juſt,

That haſt thou: Noble fenſe of thy friends wrong,

Thou teacheſt me. Minion, your dear lies dead,

And your unbleſſed Fate higheſs: Strumpet I come:

For off my heart, that Charms thine Eyes, are blotted.

Thy Bed-left-stain'd, ſhall with Luſts bloud be ſpotted

Exii. Othello.

Enter Lodovico, and Gratiano.

Caf. What hoa? no watch? no paſſage?

Murther, Murther.

Gra. 'Tis ſome miſchance, the voice is very diſtful.

Caf. Oh help: Lodo: Hark.

Rod. Oh wretched Villain.

Lodo. Two or three groan. 'Tis heavy night.

Theſe may be counterfeits: Let's think't unſafe

To come into the cry, without more help.

Rod. No body come: then ſhall I bleed to death.

Enter Jago.

Lod. Hark.

Gra. Here's one comes in his ſhirt, with Light, and
Weapons.

Jago. Who's there?

Whole noife is this that cryes out murther?

Lodo. We do not know.

Jago. Do not you hear a cry?

Caf. Here, here: for heaven fake help me.

Jago. What's the matter?

Gra. This is Othello's Ancient as I take it.

Lodo. The fame indeed, a very valiant Fellow.

Jago. What are you here, that cry to grievouſly?

Caf. Jago? Oh I am ſpoyl'd, undone by Villains:

Give me ſome help.

Jago. O me; Lieutenant!

What Villains have done this?

Caf. I think that one of them is hereabout,

And cannot make away.

Jago. Oh treacherous Villains:

What are you there? Come in, and give ſome help.

Rod. O help me there.

Caf. That's one of them.

Mmm

Jago:

Aſtus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Jago, and Rodorigo.

Jago. Here, I stand behind this Bark,
Straight will he come :

Wear thy good Rapier bare, and put it home :

Quick, quick, fear nothing; I'le be on thy Elbow,
It makes us, or it marrs us, think on that.

And fix moſt firm thy Reſolution ;

Rod. Be near at hand, I may miſcarry in't.

Jago. Here, at thy hand: Behold, and take thy land.

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed,

And yet he hath given me satisfying Reaſons :

The Tragedy of Othello

(I care not for thy word) I'll make thee known,
Though I lost twenty lives, Help, help, hoa, help:
The Moor hath kill'd my Miftrels. Murther, murther.

Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Jago.

Mon. What is the matter? How now, General?

Emil. Oh, are you come, Jago: You have done well,
That men must lay their Murthers on your neck.

Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Difprove this Villain, if thou be'ft a man,
He fays thou kill'd him that his wife was false:
I know thou didst not: Thou'rt not fuch a Villain,
Speak, for my heart is full.

Jago. I told him what I thought,
And told no more

Than what he found himself was apt and true.

A. nil. But did you ever tell him,

She was false?

Jago. I did.

Emil. You told a Lie, an odious damned Lie:
Upon my foul a Lie; a wicked Lie.
She false with Caffio?

Did you fly with Caffio?

Jago. With Caffio, Miftrels,
Go to, charm your tongue.

Emil. I will not charm my tongue;
I am bound to speak,

My Miftrels here lies murthered in her bed.

All. Oh heavens forefend.

Emil. And your reports have got the Murther on.
Othel. Nay, flare not, Maffers,

It is true indeed.

Gra. 'Tis a strange Truth.

Mont. Oh monitrous Act.

Emil. Villany, villany, villany:
I think upon't, I think: I'mel't: O Villany:
I thought to then: I'll kill my self for grief,
O villany, villany?

Jago. What, are you mad?
I charge you, get you home.

Emil. Good Gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
'Tis proper I obey him; but not now:

Perchance, Jago, I will ne're go home.

Othel. Oh, oh, oh.

Emil. Nay, lay thee down and roar:
For thou haft kill'd the sweeteft innocent,
That e're did life up eye.

Othel. Oh he was foul!

I fear'd did know you, Uncle, there lies your Niece,
Whose breath (indeed) these hands have newly flopp'd:
I know this Act shews horrible and grim.

Gra. Poor Defdemona :

I am glad thy Father's dead,
Thy match was mortal to him; and pure grief
Shore his old thred in twain. Did he live now,
This fight would make him do a desperate turn:
Yea, curfe his better Angel from his fide,
And fall to Reprobance.

Othel. 'Tis pitiful, but yet Jago knows,
That he with Caffio hath the act of flame
A thousand times committed. Caffio confelt it,
And he did gratifie his amorous works,
With that Recognizance and Pledge of Love,
Which I first gave her: I saw it in his hand:
It was a Handkerchief, an Antick Token
My Father gave my Mother.

Emil. Oh heaven! Oh heavenly Powers!
Jago. Come, hold your peace.

Emil. 'Twill out. 'Twill out, I peace?
No, I will fpeak as liberal as the North,
Let Heaven, and Men, and Devils, let them all,
All, all, cry flame againft me, yet I'll fpeak.

Jago. Be wife and get you home.

Emil. I will not.

Gra. Fie, your fword upon a woman.

Emil. Oh, thou dull Moor,
That Handkerchief thou fpeak'ft of
I found by fortune, and did give my husband,
For often, with a folemn earneſtneſs,
(More than indeed belong'd to fuch a Trifle)
He begg'd of me, to ſteal it.

Jago. Villanous Whore.

Emil. She give it Caffio? Alas I found it,
And I did giv't my husband,
Jago. Filth, thou lieſt.

Emil. By heaven I do not, I do not, Gentlemen:
Oh murd'rous Coxcomb, what should fuch a fool
Do with fo good a wife?

Othel. Are there no ſtones in heaven,
But what ſerve for the Thunder ?
Precious Villain.

Gra. The woman falls:
Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.

Emil. I, I; Oh lay me by my Miftrels ſide,

Gra. He's gone, but his Wife's kill'd.

Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon,
Which I have recover'd from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without, let him not paf,
But kill him rather: I'll after that fame Villain,
For 'tis a damned Slave.

Othel. I am not valiant neither:

But every Puny whipfter gets my Sword.
But why ſhould honour out-live honeſty ?
Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy Song boad, Lady?
Hark, canſt thou hear me ? I will play the Swan,
And die in Mufick: Willoughb, willoughb,
Moor, ſhe was chaſt: ſhe lov'd thee, cruel Moor:
So come, let's be blifs, as I ſpeak true:
So ſpeaking as I think, alas, I die.

Othel. I have another weapon in this Chamber,
It was a Sword of Spain, the Ice brooks temper:
Oh here it is: Uncle, I muſt come forth.

Gra. If thou attempt it, it will coſt thee dear;
Thou haſt no weapon, and perſorce muſt ſuffer.

Othel. Look in upon me then, and ſpeak with me,
Or naked as I am I will aſſault thee.

Gra. What is the matter ?
Othel. Behold, I have a weapon:
A better never did it ſelf ſuſtain

Upon a Souldiers Thigh. I have feen the day,
That with this little Arm, and this good Sword,
I have made my way through more impediments,
Than twenty times you ſtop. But (oh vain boaf)
Who can controul his fate ? 'Tis not fo now,
Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd:
Here is my Journeys end, here is my But,
And very Sea-mark of my utmoſt Sail.
Do you go back difmaid ? 'Tis a loft fear,
Man but a Ruſh againſt Othello's break,
And he retires. Where ſhould Othello go?

Now: How doſt thou look now? Oh ill-Stare'd wench,
Pale as thy Smock: When we ſhall meet at comp,
This look of thine will hurl my Soul from Heaven,
And Fiends will ſnatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girl?
Even like thy Chaſtility. O curſed, curſed Slave!
Whip me, ye Devils.

From the poſſession of this heavenly fight:
Blow me about in winds, and roaſt me in Sulphur,
Waſh me in ſteep-down gulfs of liquid Fire.

Oh Defdemona! Dead, Defdemona: Dead, dead. Oh, oh!

Enter Lodovico, Caffio, Montano, and Jago
with Officers.

Lod. Where is this raſh, and moſt unfortunate man?

Othel. That's he that was Othello: Here I am.

the Moore of Venice.

Lod. Where is that Viper ?
Bring the Villain forth.
Orb. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,
If that thou beest a Devil, I cannot kill thee.
Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
Jago. I bleed, Sir, but not kill'd.
Orb. I am not fortry neither, I'd have thee live:
For in my senfe, ?tis happineſt to die.
Lod. Oh thou, O:hello, that was once so good,
Falin in the practice of a curſed Slave,
What ſhall be ſaid to thee ?
Oth. Why any thing :
An honourable Murderer, if you will :
For nought I did hate, but all in Honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part conſeft his Villany :
Did you and he conſent in Caffio's Death ?
Oth. I.
Caf. Dear General, I never gave you cauſe,
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon :
Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Devil,
Why he hath thus enſnat'd my Soul and Body.
Jago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
From this time forth, I never will ſpeak word.
Lod. What ? not to pray ?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou do'st beſt.
Lod. Sir,
You ſhall understand what hath beſaln,
(Which as I think, you know not) here is a Letter
Found in the pocket of the ſlain Roderigo,
And here another, the one of them imports
The Death of Caffio, to be undertook
By Roderigo.
Oth. O Villain !
Caffio. Moſt heatheniſh, and moſt groſs.
Lod. Now, here's another diſcontented paper
Found in his pocket too: and this it ſeems
Roderigo meant t'have ſent this damned Villain ;
But that (belike) Jago in the interim
Came in, and fatiſh'd him.
Oth. Oh thou pernicious Caitiff;
How came you (Caffio) by that Handkerchief
That was my Wives ?
Caf. I found it in my Chamber :
And he himſelf conſeſt it but even now,
That there he dropt it for a ſpecial purpofe,
Which wrought to his defire.
Oth. O Fool, Fool, Fool !
Caf. There is beſides, in Roderigo's Letter,
How he upbraids Jago, that he made him

Brave me upon the Watch: whereon it came
That I was caſt: and even but now he ſpake
(After long feeming dead) Jago hurt him,
Jago fet him on.
Lod. You muſt forſake this room, and go with us:
Your power, and your command is taken off,
And Caffio rules in Cyprus. For this Slave,
If there be any cunning Cruelty,
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It ſhall be his. You ſhall cloſe Prifoner reſt,
Till that the Nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you go:
I have done the State ſome ſervice, and they know't:
No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
When you ſhall theſe unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor ſet down ought in malice.
Then muſt you ſpeak,
Of one that lov'd not wifely, but too well:
Of one, not eafily Jealous, but being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whoſe hand
(Like the bafe Indian) threaw a Pearl away
Richer than all his Tribe: Of one, whoſe ſubdu'd Eyes,
Albeit unſed to the melting mood,
Drop tears as ſaſt as the Arabian Trees
Their Medicinable gum. Set you down this:
And ſay beſides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
I took by th' throat the circumcified Dog,
And ſmote him, thus.
Lod. Oh cloudy period.
Gra. All that is ſpoke is marr'd.
Oth. I kifſe thee, ere I kill'd thee: No way but this,
Killing my ſelf, to die upon a kifs.
[Dies.
Caf. This did I fear, but thought he had no Weapon:
For he was great of heart.
Lod. Oh ſpartan Dog:
More fell than Anguifh, Hunger, or the Sea:
Look on the Tragick Loading of this Bed:
This is thy work:
The Object poyſons fight,
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the Houſe,
And ſeize upon the Fortunes of the Moor,
For they ſucceed on you. To you, Lord Governour,
Remains the Cenſure of this helliſh Villain:
The time, the place, the torture, oh inſorce it.
My ſelf will ſtraight aboard, and to the State,
This heavy Act, with heavy heart, relate.
[Exeunt.

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THE

The Tragedy of

THE
TRAGEDY
OF
ANTHONY and CLEOPATRA

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Demetrius, and Philo.

NATURALLY
A Y, but this dotage of our General
O're-flows the meafure :
Thofe his goodly Eyes
That o're the Files and Mullers of the War,
Have glow'd like plated Mar's,
Now bend, now turn.
The Office and Devotion of their view
Upon a Tawny Front. His Captains heart,
Which in the Scuffles of great fights hath burft
The Buckles on his breft, reneges all temper,
And is become the Bellows and the Fan
To cool a Gypfies Luft.

Enter Anthony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies; the Train,
with Eunuchs fanning her.

Look where they come :
Take but good note, and you shall fee him
The tripple Pillar of the World transform'd
Into a Strumpets Fool. Behold and fee.
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. There's beggery in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll fet a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then muſt thou needs find out new Heaven,
new Earth.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. News (my good Lord) from Rome,
Ant. Rate me, the fumm.
Cleo. Nay hear them Anthony.
Fulvia perchance is angry: or who knows,
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not ſent
His powerful Mandate to you. Do this, or this;
Take in that Kingdom, and infranchife that:
Perform't, or elle we damn thee.
Ant. How, my Love?
Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and moſt like:
You muſt not ſlay here longer, your dismiffion
Is come from Cæsar, therefore hear it Anthony.
Where's Fulvia's Proceſs? (Cæsars I would ſay) both?
Call in the Meſſengers: as I am Egypts Queen,
Thou blufheſt Anthony, and that bloud of thine
Is Cæsars Homager: eſſe fo thy Cheeks pay ſhame,
When ſthrill-tongu'd Fulvia ſcolds. The Meſſengers.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Of the raign'd Empire fall: Here is my ſpace,

Kingdoms are Clay: Our dungy Earth alike
Feeds Beaſt as Man; the Noblenefs of life
Is to do thus: when ſuch a mutual pair,
And ſuch a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of puniſhment, the World to weet
We ſtand up Peerleſs.

Cleo. Excellent falſhood :

Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll feem the Fool I am not. Anthony will be himſelf.

Ant. But ſtrir'd by Cleopatra.

Now for the love of love, and her ſoft hours,
Let's not confound the time with Conference hарd;
There's not a minute of our lives ſhould ſtretch
Without ſome pleafure now. What ſport to night?

Cleo. Hear the Ambaffadors.

Ant. Fie wrangling Queen :
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep: whoſe every paſſion fully ſtrives
To make it ſelf (in Thee) fair, and admir'd.
No Meſſenger but thine, and all alone, to night
We'll wander through the ſtreets, and note
The qualities of people. Come my Queen,
Laſt night you did defire it. Speak not to us.

[Exeunt with the Train.]

Dem. Is Cæsar with Anthony priz'd fo flight?
Philo. Sir, ſometimes when he is not Anthony,

He comes too ſhort of that great Property
Which ſtill ſhould go with Anthony.

Dem. I am full forry, that he approves the common
Lyar, who thus ſpeaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
of better deeds to morrow. Reſt you happy.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Soothſayer, Rannius,
Lucillius, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, the
Eunuch, and Alexas.

Char. L. Alexas, ſweet Alexas, moſt any thing Alexas,
almoſt moſt abſolute Alexas, where's the Sooth
fayer that you prais'd to th' Queen? Oh! that I knew
this Husband, which you ſay, muſt change his Horns
with Garlands.

Alex. Soothfayer.

Sooth. Your will ?

Char. Is this the Man ? Is't you, Sir, that know things?

Sooth. In Natures infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I
can read.

Alex. Shew him your hand.

Enob. Bring in the Banquet quickly: Wine enough,
Cleopatra's health to drink.

Char. Good Sir, give me good Fortune.

Sooth.

["The Tragedy of", "Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We fee how\nmortal an unkindneſs is to them, if they suffer our depar-\nture, death's the word.", "Anth. I muſt be gone,", "Eno. Under a compelling an occasion, let women die.\nIt were pitty to caſt them away for nothing, though be-\ntween them and a great caufe, they ſhould be eſteemed\nnothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaſt noife of this,\ndies inſantly: I have ſeen her, die twenty times upon far\npoorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which\ncommits ſome loving act upon her, ſhe hath ſuch a celerity\nin dying.", "Ant. She is cunning paſt mans thought.", "Eno. Alack, Sir, no, her paffions are made of nothing\nbut the fineſt part of pure love. We cannot call her winds\nand waters, ſighs and tears: they are greater ſtorms\nand Tempeſts than Almanacks can report. This cannot\nbe cunning in her: if it be, ſhe makes a ſhowre of Rain as\nwell as Jove.", "Ant. Would I had never ſeen her.", "Eno. Oh Sir, you had then left unſeen a wonderful piece\nof work, which not to have been bleſt withal, would have\ndifcredited your Travel.", "Ant. Fulvia is dead.", "Eno. Sir!", "Ant. Fulvia is dead.", "Eno. Fulvia?", "Ant. Dead.", "Eno. Why Sir, give the gods a thankful Sacrifice: when\nit pleafeth their Deities to take the wife of a man from\nhim, it ſhews to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting\ntherein, that when old Robes are worn out, there are mem-\nbers to make new. If there were no more women but Ful-\nvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the caſe to be lamented:\nthis grief is crown'd with Conſolation, your old Smock\nbrings forth a new Petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an\nOnion, that ſhould water this ſorrow.", "Ant. The buſineſs ſhe hath broached in the State,", "Cannot endure my abſence.", "Eno. And the buſineſs you have broach'd here cannot be\nwithout you, eſpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly\ndepends on your aboard.", "Ant. No more like Anſwers :", "Let our Officers", "Have notice what we propoſe. I ſhall break", "The caufe of our Expedience to the Queen,", "And get her love to part. For not alone", "The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches", "Do strongly ſpeak to us : but the letters too", "Of many our contriving friends in Rome,", "Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius", "Hath given thee dare to Cæsar, and commands", "The Empire of the Sea. Our ſlippery people", "Whofe love is never link'd to the deferver,", "Till his deferts are paſt, begin to throw", "Pompey the great, and all his dignities", "Upon his Son, who high in Name and Power,", "Higher than both in bloud and life, ſtands up", "For the main Souldier. Whofe quality going on,", "The ſides oth'world may danger. Much is breeding,", "Which like the Courſers hare, hath yet but life,", "And not a Serpents poyfon. Say our pleafure,", "To ſuch whoſe place is under us, requires", "Our quick remove from hence.", "Eno. I ſhall do't.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.", "Cleo. Where is he ?", "Char. I did not ſee him ſince.", "Cleo. See where he is,", "Who's with him, what he do's :", "I did not ſend you. If you find him ſad,", "Say I am dancing : if in mirth, report", "That I am ſudden ſick. Quickly, and return.", "Clea. Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,\nYou do not hold the method, to enforce\nThe like from him.", "Cleo. What ſhould I do, I do not ?", "Char. In each thing give him way, croſs him in nothing.", "Cleo. Thou teacheſt like a fool: the way to lobe him.", "Char. Tempt him not ſo far. I will forbear,", "In time we hate that which we often fear.", "Enter Anthony.", "But here comes Anthony.", "Cleo. I am Sick, and ſullen.", "Ant. I am forry to give breathing to my purpofe.", "Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I ſhall fall,\nIt cannot be thus long, the ſides of Nature\nWill not ſuſtain it.", "Ant. Now, my dereſt Queen.", "Cleo. Pray you ſtand farther from me,", "Ant. What's the marter ?", "Cleo. I know by that ſame eye there's ſome good news.", "What! fales the married woman you may go?", "Would ſhe had never given you leave to come,", "Let her not ſay 'tis I that keep you here,", "I have no power upon you: Hers you are.", "Ant. The gods beſt know.", "Cleo. Oh never was there Queen", "So mightily betrayed : yet at the firſt", "I ſaw the treaſons planted.", "Ant. Cleopatra.", "Cleo. Why ſhould I think you can be mine, and true", "(Though you ſwearing ſhake the Throned gods)", "Who have been false to Fulvia?", "Riotous madneſs,", "To be entangled with that ſome mouth-made vows,", "Which break themſelves in ſwearing.", "Ant. Moſt ſweet Queen.", "Cleo. Nay pray you ſeek no colour for your going,", "But bid farewell, and go :", "When you ſued ſtaying,", "Then was the time for words : No going then,", "Eternity was in our Lips, and Eyes,", "Blifs in our brows bent: none our parts ſo poor,", "But was a race of Heaven. They are ſo ſtill,", "Or thou greateſt Souldier of the world,", "Art turn'd the greater Lyar.", "Ant. How now, Lady ?", "Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou ſhould'ſt know", "There were a heart in Egypt.", "Ant. Hear me, Queen :", "The ſtrong neceſſity of time, commands", "Our ſervices a while: but my full heart", "Remains in uſe with you. Our Italy", "Shines o're with civil Swords; Sextus Pompeius", "Makes the approaches to the Port of Rome,", "Equality of two Domeſtick powers,", "Breed ſcrupulous ſaction: the hated grow to ſtrength", "Are newly grown to Love : the condemn'd Pompey,", "Rich in his Fathers honour, creeps a pace", "Into the hearts of ſuch, as have not thrived", "Upon the preſent ſtate, whoſe numbers threaten,", "And quietneſs grown ſick of reſt, would purge", "By any deferpeate change: My more particular,", "And that which moſt with you ſhould ſave my going,\nIs Fulvia's death.", "Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom,\nIt does from childliſhneſs. Can Fulvia die ?", "Ant. She's dead, my Queen,", "Look here, and at thy Soveraign leifure read", "The Garboyls ſhe awak'd: at the laſt, beſt,", "See when, and where ſhe died.", "Cleo. O moſt falſe love !", "Where be the ſacred Viols thou ſhould'ſt fill", {"bbox": [1057, 13

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With sorrowful water ? now I fee, I fee,
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear : which are, or ceafe,
As you shall give th'advice. By the fire,
That quickens Nilus flime, I go from hence
Thy Souldier, Servant, making Peace or War,
As thou affect'd it.

Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian, come,
But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,
So Anthony loves.

Ant. My precious Queen forbear,
And give true evidence to his Love, which flands
An honourable Trial.

Cleo. So Fulvia told me.

I prithee turn afide, and weep for her,
Then bid adieu to me, and fay the tears
Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
Of excellent diffembling, and let it look
Like perfect honour.

Ant. You'll heat my blood no more ?

Cleo. You can do better yet : but this is meetly.

Ant. Now by my Sword.

Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.

But this is not the beſt. Look prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

Ant. Ple leave you Lady.

Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word :

Sir, you and I muſt part, but that's not it :

Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it :
That you know well, fomething it is I would :
Oh, my oblivion is a very Anthony.
And I am all forgotten.

Ant. But that your Royalty

Holds idlenefs your ſubject, I should take you
For Idlenefs it ſelf.

Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour,

To bear ſuch idlenefs to near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me,
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence.

Therefore be deaf to my unpittied Folly,
And all the gods go with you. Upon your Sword
Sit Lawrell'd victory, and ſmooth ſuccesſ
Be ſlew'd before your feet.

Ant. Let us go.

Come : Our ſeparation ſo abides and flies,
That thou refiding here, goeſt yet with me,
And I hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Away.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Octavius reading a Letter, Lepidus,
and their Train.

Caf. You may fee Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Cefars Natural voice, to hate
One great Competitor. From Alexandria

This is the news : he ſihes, drinks, and waſtes

The Lamps of night in revells : Is not more manlike

Than Cleopatra: nor the Queen of Ptolomy

More Womanly than he. Hardly gave audience,
Or did vouchſaſe to think he had Partners. You
Shall find there a man, who is th'abſtraſt of all ſaults;

That all men follow.

Lep. I muſt not think

There are evils enow to darken all his goodneſs,
His ſaults in him, ſeem as the ſpots of Heaven,
More ſiery by nights blackneſs; Hereditary,

Rather than purchase : what he cannot change,
Than what he choofes.

Cef. You are too indulgent. Let's grant it is

Amiſs to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,
To give a Kingdom for a Mirth, to fit

And keep the turn of Tipling with a Slave,
To reel the freets at Noon, and land the Buffet

With knaves that ſmell of ſweat : Say this becomes him
(As his compoſure muſt be rare indeed,
VVhom theſe things cannot blemiſh ) yet muſt Anthony

No way excufe his ſoyls, when we do bear

So great weigat in his Lightneſs. If he fill'd

His vacancy with his Voluptuonneſſs,

Full ſur ſeits, and the drineſts of his bones,

Call on him for't. But to confound ſuch time,

That drums him from his port, and ſpeaks as loud

As his own State, and ours, 'tis to the chid :

As we rare Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,

Pawn their experience to their preſent pleafure,

And ſo rebel to judgements.

Enter a Meſtenger.

Lep. Here's more news.

Mef. Thy biddings have been done, and every hour
Moft Noble Cefar, I haſt thou have report

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ſtrong at Sea,

And it appears, he is beſov'd of thate

That only have fear'd Cefar : to the ports

The diſcontents repair, and mens reports

Give him much wrong'd.

Cef. I should have known no leſs,

It hath been taught us from the primal ſtate,

That he which is, was wifht, until 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 to a Vagabond Flag upon the ſtream,

Goes to, and back, lacking the varying tyde

To rot it ſelf with motion.

Mef. Cefar, I bring thee word,

Menecrates and Menas, famous Pyrates,

Make the Sea ſerve them, which they ear and wound

VVith knells of every kind. Many hot inrodes

They make in Italy, the borders Maritime

Lack blood to think on't, and ſleſh youth to revol't,

No Veffel can peep forth, but 'tis as ſoon

Taken as ſeen : for Pompeyes name ſtrikes more

Than could his VVar reliſtred.

Cefar. Anthony,

Leave thy laſcivious Vassals. VVhen thou once

VVert beaten from Medena, where thou flew't

Hirtius and Panſa Conſuls, at thy heel

Did ſamine follow, whom thou fought'st againſt,

(Though daintily brought up ) with patience more

Than Savages could ſuffer. Thou didſt drink

The ſtale of horſes, and the gilded Puddle.

VVhich Beaſts would cough at. Thy pallat then did dain

The roughſt Berry on the rudeſt Hedge.

Yea, like the Stag, when Snow the Paſure ſleets,

The barks of trees thou browſed'ſt. On the Alps,

It is reported thou did'ſt eat ſtrange ſleſh,

VVhich ſome did die to look on : and all this

(It wounds thine honour that I ſpeak it now)

VVs born ſo like a ſouldiers, that thy cheek

So much as I lank'd not.

Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.

Cef. Let his ſhames quickly

Drive him to Rome, 'tis time we twain

Did ſhew our ſelves iſt'ield, and to that end

Aſſamble we immediately council, Pompey

Thrives in our Idlenefs.

Lep. To morrow, Cefar,

I ſhall be furniſh'd to inform you rightly

Both what by Sea and Land I can be able

To front this preſent time.

(wel,

Cef. Till which encounter, it is my buſineſs too. Fare-

Lep. Farewel my Lord, what you ſhall know mean time

Of ſtris abroad, I ſhall beſech you, Sir,

To

["The Tragedy of", "To let me be partaker.", "Cæf. Doubt not, fir, I knew it for my bond.", "[Exequi.]", "Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.", "Cleo. Charmian.", "Char. Madam.", "Cleo. Ha, ha, give me to drink Mandragoras;", "Char. Why, Madam?", "Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time :", "My Anthony is away.", "Char. You think of him too much.", "Cleo. O 'tis treason.", "Char. Madam, I trust not so.", "Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?", "Mar. What's your highest pleasure ?", "Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure", "In ought an Eunuch has : 'Tis well for thee,\nThat being unfeminaried, thy freer thoughts", "May not fly forth of Egypt, Haſt thou Affections ?", "Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.", "Cleo. Indeed ?", "Mar. Not in deed, Madam, for I can do nothing", "But what indeed is honest to be done :", "Yet have I fierce Affections, and think", "What Venus did with Mars.", "Cleo. Oh (harmian ;", "Where think'ft thou he is now? Stands, or fits he ?\nOr does he walk? Or is he on his horfe ?", "Oh happy horſe to bear the weight of Anthony !", "Do bravely, horſe, for wot'ft thou whom thou mov'st,\nThe demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme", "And Burgonet of man. He's speaking now.", "Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nile,\n( For so he call's me :) Now I feed my self", "With moſt delicious poyſon. Think on me", "That am with Phœbus amorous pinches black,", "And wrinkled deep in time. Broad-fronted Cæſar,", "When thou waſt here above the ground, I was", "A moriel of a Monarch; and great Pompey", "Would ſtand and make his eyes grow in my brow,", "There would he anchor his aspect, and die", "With looking on his life.", "Enter Alexas from Cæſar.", "Alex. Soveraign of Egypt, hail.", "Cleo. How much art thou like Mark Anthony ?", "Yet coming from him, that great Med'cine hath\nWith his Tinct gilded thee.", "How goes it with my brave Mark Anthony?", "Alex. Last thing he did (dear Queen)", "He kilt the laſt of many doubled kiffeſ,", "This Orient Pearl. His ſpeech ſticks in my heart.", "Cleo. Mine ear muſt pluck it thence.", "Alex. Good friend, quoth he :", "Say the firm Roman to great Egypt ſends", "This treasure of an Oyſter : at whole ſoot", "To mend the petty preſent, I will piece", "Her opulent Throſe, with Kingdoms. All the Eaſt,", "(Say thou) ſhall call her Miſtris. So he nodded,", "And ſoberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steed,", "Who neigh'd ſo high, that what I would have ſpoke,\nWas beaſtly dumb by him.", "Cleo. What was he ſad or merry ?", "Ale. Like to the time oth'year, between the extreams", "Of hot and cold, he was not ſad nor merry.", "Cleo. Oh well divided diſpoſition : Note him :", "Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.", "He was not ſad, for he would ſhine on thofe", "That make their looks by his. He was not merry,\nWhich ſeem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay\nIn Egypt with his joy, but between both,", "Oh heavenly mingle ? Be't thou ſad, or mery,", "The violence of either thee becomes,", "Sodo's it no man elfe. Met't thou my Poffes ?", "Alex. I, Madam, twenty ſeveral Mefſengers,", "Why do you ſend ſo thick?", "Cleo. Who's born that day, when I forget to ſend to\nAnthony, ſhall die a Begger. Ink and paper, Charmian.\nV Velcom my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, ever love\nCefar so?", "Char. Oh that brave Cæſar.", "Cleo. Be choak'd with ſuch another Emphatis,", "Say the brave Anthony.", "Char. The valiant Cæſar.", "Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody teeth,", "If thou with Cæſar Paragon again", "My man of men,", "Char. By your moſt gracious pardon,", "I Sing but after you.", "Cleo. My Sallad dayes,", "When I was green in judgement, cold in bloode,", "To ſay, as I ſaid then. But come, away,", "Get me Ink and Paper,", "He ſhall have every day ſeveral greetings, or I'll unpeople\nÆgypt.", "[Exequi.]", "Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas in\nwarlike manner.", "Pom. If the great gods be juſt, they ſhall affight", "The deeds of juſteft men.", "Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that which they do delay,\nthey not deny.", "Pom. While we are ſuitors to their Throſe, decays the\nthing we ſue for.", "Mene. We, ignorant of our ſelves,\nBeg often our own harms, which the wifc Powers", "Deny us for our good : ſo find we profit", "By lofing of our Prayers.", "Pom. I ſhall do well :", "The People love me, and the Sea is mine;", "My powers are Crefcent, and my Auguring hope", "Says it will come to th'full. Mark Anthony", "In Egypt ſits at dinner, and will make", "No wars without doors. Cæſar gets many where", "He loſes hearts: Lepidus flatters both,", "Of both is flatter'd : but he neither loves,", "Nor either cares for him.", "Mene. Cæſar and Lepidus are in the field,", "A mighty ſtrength they carry.", "Pom. Where have you this ? 'Tis falſe.", "Mene. From Silvina, Sir.", "Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome together", "Looking for Anthony : but all the charms of Love,\nSalt Cleopatra ſoften thy wand lip,", "Let withcraft join with beauty: Luſt with both,", "Tie up the Libertine in a field of Feaſts,", "Keep his Brain ſumming. Epicurean Cooks,", "Sharpen with cloyleſs fawce his Appetite.", "That ſleep and feeding may prorogue his Honour,\nEven 'till a Lethied dulnefs —", "Enter Varrius.", "How now Varrius ?", "Var. This is moſt certain, that I ſhall deliver :", "Mark Anthony is every hour in Rome", "Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis\nA ſpace for farther travel.", "Pom. I could have given leſs matter", "A better ear. Menas, I did not think", "This amorous Surfeiter would have don'd his Helm\nFor ſuch a petty War: His Souldierſhip", {"bbox": [

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Enobar. That truth should be filent, I had almost for-
got.

Anth. You wrong this prefence, therefore speak no
more.

Enob. Go to then : your Confiderate stone.

Cafar. I do not much diflike the matter, but
The manner of his ſpeech: for't cannot be,
We shall remain in friendſhip, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew,
What Hoop should hold us ſtaunch from edge to edge
Ath' world. I would purſue it.

Agri. Give me leave, Cafar.

Cef. Speak, Agrippa.

Agri. Thou hait a Sifter by thy Mother's ſide, admir'd
Oflavia ? Gr. at Mark Anthony is now a Widower.

Caf. Say not, lay Agrippa; if Cleopatra heard you, your
proof were well defer'd of rafhneſs.

Ant. I am not married, Cafar: let me hear Agrippa
further ſpeak.

Ari. To hold you in perpetual amitie,
To make you B. others, and to knit your hearts
With an unflipping knot, take Anthony
Oflavia to his wife: whole beauty claims
No worſe a I husband than the beſt of men:
Whoſe vi tue, and whoſe general graces ſpeak
That which none eſſe can utter. By this marriage,
All I ttle jealousyſs which now ſeem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing. Truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both.
Would each to other, and all loves to both
Draw after her. Pardon what I have ſpoke,
For 'tis a ſtudied, not a prefent thought,
By duty iuminated.

Anth. Will Cefar ſpeak ?

Cef. Not 'till he hears how Anthony is toucht
With what is ſpoken already.

Anth. What power is in Agrippa,
If I would ſay Agrippa, be it ſo,
To make this good t

Cef. The power of Cefar,
And his power unto Oflavia.

Anth. May I never
(To this good purpofe, that ſo fairly ſiews)
Dream of impediment: let me have thy hand
Further this act of grace: and from this hour,
The heart of Brothers govern in our Loves,
And ſway our great Deſigns.

Cef. There's my hand :
A Sifter I bequeath you, whom no Brother
Did ever love ſo clearly. Let her live
To join our Kingdoms, and our hearts, and never
Fly off our Loves again.

Lep. Happily, Amen.

Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword againſt Pompey,
For he hath ſtrange courtesies, and great
Of late upon me. I muſt thank him only,
Left my remembrance ſuffer ill report :
At heel of that defie him.

Lepi. Time calls upon's,
Of us muſt Pompey prefently be ſought,
Or eſſe he ſeeks out us.

Anth. Where lies he ?

Cef. About the Mount-Mefena.

Anth. What is his ſtrength by land ?

Cef. Great, and increaſing :

But by Sea he is an abſolute Maſter.

Anth. So is the Frame,
Would we had ſpoke together. Hafte we for it,
Yet e're we put our ſelves in Arms, diſpatch we
The buſineſs we have takt of.

Cef. With moſt gladneſs.
And do invite you to my Sifters view,

Whither ſtraight I'll lead you,

Ant. Let us, Lepidus, not lack your company.

Lep. Noble Anthony, not fickneſs should detain me.
[Exeunt omnes.

Manent Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecænas.

Mec. Welcom from Egypt, Sir.

Eno. Half the heart of Cefar, worthy Mecænas. My ho-
nourable Friend Agrippa.

Agri. Good Enobarbus.

Mecæ. We have caufe to be glad, that matters are ſo well
digedſed: you ſtay'd well by't in Egypt.

Enob. I Sir, we did ſleep day out of countenance, and
made the night light with drinking.

Mecæ. Eight wild-Boars roaſt whole at a breakſtalt:
and but twelve perſons there. Is this true?

Enob. This was but as a Fly by an Eagle : we had much
more monſtrous matter of Feaſt, which worthily defer'd
noting.

Mecænas. She's a moſt triumphant Lady, if report be
ſquare to her.

Enob. When ſhe firſt met Mark Anthony, ſhe purſ'd up
his heart upon the river of Cydnnus.

Agrip. There ſhe appear'd indeed: or my reporter de-
vis'd well for her.

Enob. I will tell you,

The Barge ſhe fat in, like a burniſht Throre
Burnt on the water; the Poop was beaten Gold,
Purple the Sails: and ſo perfumed, that
The Winds were Love-lick.

With them the Oars were Silver,
Which to the tune of Fintes kept ſtroke, and made
The water which they beat, to follow ſafter:
As amorous of her ſtrokes. For her own perſon,
It beggar'd all deſcription, ſhe did lye
In her Pavillion, cloth of Gold, of Tiffule,
O're-piecturing that Venus, where we ſee
The fancie out-work nature. On each ſide her
Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like ſimiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd Fans, whoſe wind did ſeem
To glove the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.

Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony.

Eno. Her Gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many Mere-maids tended her i'th'eyes,
And made their bends adornings. At the Helm,
A feeming Mere-maid ſteers: the Silken Tackles
Swell with the touches of thofe Flower-ſoft hands,
That yearly frame the office. From the Barge
A ſtrange inſible perfume hits the ſenſe
Of the adjacent Wharfs. The City caſt
Her people out upon her: and Anthony
Enathon'd i'th' Market place, did ſit alone,
Whiffling to th'air: which but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in Nature.

Agrip. Rare Egyptian.

Eno. Upon her landing, Anthony ſent to her,
Invited her to Supper: ſhe replied,
It should be better, he became her gueſt:
Which ſhe entreated; our Courteous Anthony,
Whom nere the word of no woman heard ſpeak,
Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feaſt:
And for his ordinary, payes his heart,
For what his eyes eat only.

Agrip. Royal wench:
She made great Cefar lay his Sword to bed,
He ploughed her, and the cropt.

Eno. I faw her once
Hop forty Paces through the publick ſtreet,
And having loſt her breath, ſhe ſpoke, and panted,
That ſhe did make defect, perfection,
And breathleſs power breathe the ſorth.

Mecæ. Now Anthony muſt leave her utterly

Eno.

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Cleo. Th'art an honest man.
Mef. Cefar, and he, are greater Friends than ever.
Cleo. Mark thee a Fortune from me.
Mef. But yet, Madam.
Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay
The good precedence, tie upon but yet,
But yet is as a Jaylor to bring forth
Some monitrous Malefactor. Prithee, Friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's friends with Cefar,
In flate of health thou fay'ft, and thou fayeft, free.
Mef. Free, Madam ! no: I made no fuch fport,
He's bound unto Oſtavia.

Cleo. For what good turn ?
Mef. For the belt turn i' th' bed.
Cleo. I am pale, Charmian.
Mef. Madam, he's married to Oſtavia.
Cleo. The moſt infectious Peftilence upon thee.

[Strikes him down.

Mef. Good Madam, patience.
Cleo. What fay you? [Strikes him.

Hence horrible Villain, or I'le ſpurn thine eyes
Like balls before me: I'le unhair thy head:

[She hales him up and down.

Thou haſt be whipt with Wyer, and ſtew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingring pickle.

Mef. Gracious Madam,

I, that do bring the news, made not the match:
Cleo. Say ? is not ſo, a Province I will give thee,
And make thy Fortunes proud : the blow thou had'ſt
Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage,
And I will boot thee with what gift beſide
Thy modeſty can beg.

Mef. He's married, Madam.
Cleo. Rogue, thou haſt liv'd too long. [Draw a knife.
Mef. Nay then I'le run:

What mean you, Madam, I have made no fault. [Exit]
Char. Good Madam, keep your ſelf within your ſelf,
The man is innocent.

Cleo. Some Innocents ſcape not the thunderbolt:
Melt Aegypt into Nile; and kindled creatures
Turn all to Serpents. Call the ſlave again,
Though I am mad, I will not bite him : Call.

Char. He is aſeard to come.

Cleo. I will not hurt him,
Thefe hands do lack Nobility, that they ſtrike
A meaner than my ſelf: ſince I my ſelf
Have given my ſelf the cauſe. Come hither, Sir.

Enter the Meſſenger again.

Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: give to a gracious Meſſage
An hoſt of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.

Mef. I have done my duty.

Cleo. Is he married ?
I cannot hate thee worſer than I do,
If thou again ſay yes.

Mef. He's married, Madam.

Cleo. The gods confound thee,
Doſt thou hold there ſtill?

Mef. Should I lye, Madam ?

Cleo. Oh, would thou did'ſt :
So half my Aſzpt were ſubmerg'd and made
A Ciltern for ica'ſd Snakes. Go get thee hence,
Had'ſt thou Nareiffus in thy face, to me
Thou would'ſt appear moſt ugly : He is married ?

Mef. I crave your highneſts pardon,

Cleo. He is married ?
Mef. Take no offence, that I would not offend you ;
To puniſh me for what you make me do,
Seems much unequal: he's married to Oſtavia.

Cleo. Oh that his fault ſhould make a knave of thee,

That art not what thou art ſure of. Get thee hence,
The Merchandifes which thou haſt brought from Rome,
Are all too dear for me:

Lie they upon thy hand, and be undone by'em.

Char. Good your Highneſts patience.

Cleo. In praiing Anthony, I have diſprais'd Cefar.
Char. Many times, Madam.
Cleo. Lam paid for't now: lead me from hence,
I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.

Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him
Report the feature of Oſtavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly.
Let him for ever go, let him not, Charmian,
Though he be paint'd one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas

Bring me word, how tall he is: pitty me, Charmian,
But do not ſpeak to me. Lead me to my Chamber.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Pompy, at one door with Drum and Trumpet: at other Cefar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecanas, Agrippa, Menas with Souldiers marching.

Pom. Your Hoſtages I have, to have you mine :
And we ſhall talk before we fight.

Cef. Moſt meet that firſt we come to words,
And therefore have we
Our written purpofes before us ſent,
Which if thou haſt confidered, let us know,
If it will tie up thy diſconſented Sword
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,
That eſſe muſt perih'ch here.

Pom. To you all three,
The Senators alone of this great world,
Chief Factors for the gods. I do not know,
Wherefore my Father ſhould revengers want,
Having a Son and Friends, ſince Julius Cefar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghoſted,
There faw you labouring for me. What was't
That moſt pale Caffia to confpire ? And what
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd reſt, Courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol, but that they would
Have one man but a man, and that is it
Hath made me rigge my Navie. At whole burthen,
The anger'd Ocean foams, with which I meant
To ſcourge th'ingratitude, that diſpightful Rome
Caſt on my Noble Father.

Cefar. Take your time.

Ant. Thou canſt not fear us, Pompy, with thy fails,
We'll ſpeak with thee at Sea. At land thou know'ſt
How much we do o're-count thee.

Pom. At Land indeed
Thou doſt o're-count me of my father's ſhouſe,
But ſince the Cuckoo builds not for himſelf,
Remain in't as thou may'ſt.

Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell us,
( For this is ſrom'e the prefent now you talk )
The offers we have ſent you.

Cefar. There's the point.
Ant. Which do not be intreated to,
But weigh what it is worth embrac'd.

Cef. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.
Pom. You have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia: and I muſt
Rid all the Sea of Pirats: then, to ſend
Meaſures of Wheat to Rome: this 'greed npon,
To part with unhackt edges, and bear back
Our targets undinted.

Omnes. That's our offer.
Pom. Know then I came before you here,
A man prepar'd
To take this offer. But, Mark Anthony,

Put

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Put me to fome impatience: though I lobe
The praie of it by teiling. You must know
When Cæsar and your Brother were at blowes,
Your Mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcom friendly.

Ant. I have heard it, Pompey,
And am well fluided for a liberal thanks,
Which I do owe you,

Pom. Let me have your hand :
I did not think, Sir, to have met you here.

Ant. The beds i'th'Eaft are soft, and thanks to you,
That call'd me timelier than my purpofe hither :
For I have gaind by't.

Cæf. Since I faw you laft, there's a change upon you.
Pom. Well, I know not,

What counts hard Fortune cafts upon my face,
But in my bofom ſhe ſhall never come,
To make my heart a vaffal,

Lepi. Well met here.
Pom. I hope ſo, Lepidus, thus we are agreed :

I crave our compofition my be written
And feal'd between us.

Cæf. That's the next to do.

Pom. We'll feaſt each other, e're we part, and let's
Draw lots who ſhall begin.

Anth. That will I, Pompey.

Pompey. No, Anthony, take the lot: but firſt or laſt, your fine Egyptian cookery ſhall have the fame, I have heard that Julius Cæsar grew fat with feaſting there.

Ant. You have heard much.

Pom. I have fair meaning, Sir.

Ant. And fair words to them.

Pom. Then ſo much have I heard.

And I have heard Apollodorus carried—

Eno. No more of that: he did ſo.

Pom. What, I pray you?

Eno. A certain Queen to Cæsar in a Materice.

Pom. I know thee now, how farſt thou, Souldier?

Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceive

Four Feaſts are toward.

Pom. Let me ſake thy hand,

I never hated thee: I have ſeen thee fight,

When I have envied thy behaviour.

Eno. Sir, I never lov'd you much, but I ha'prais'd ye,
When you have well deferv'd ten times as much,
As I have faid you did.

Pom. Injoy thy plainneſs,

It nothing ill becomes thee :

A-board my Gally, I invite you all.

Will you lead, Lords?

All. Shew's the way, Sir.

Pom. Come.

[Exeunt. Manent Enob. & Menas.

Men. Thy Father, Pompey, would ne're have made
Treaty. You, and I have known, Sir.

Eno. At Sea, I think.

Men. We have, Sir.

Eno. You have done well by Water.

Men. And you by Land.

Eno. I will præſe any man that will præſe me, though
it cannot be denied what I have done by Land.

Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Eno. Yes, ſomething you can deny for your own safety:
you have been a good Thief by Sea.

Men. And you by Land.

Eno. There I deny my Land ſervice: but give me your
hand, Menas, if your eyes had authority, here they might
have two Thieves killing.

Men. All mens faces are true, whatfoe're their hands
are.

Enob. But there is ne're a fair VVoman, ha's a true
Face.

Men. No ſlander, they ſteal hearts.

Eno. We came hither to fight with you.

Men. For my part, I am forry it is turn'd to a drinking.

Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune.

Eno. If he do, ſure he cannot weep't back again.

Men. Y'have faid, Sir, we look'd not for Mark. Anthony
here, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

Eno. Cæsar's Sifter is call'd Oſtavia.

Men. True, Sir, ſhe was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

Eno. But now ſhe is the wife of Marcus Anthomius.

Men. Pray ye, Sir.

Eno. 'Tis true.

Men. Then is Cæsar and he for ever knit together.

Eno. If I were bound to Divine of this unity, I would
not Propheſe ſo.

Men. I think the policy of that purpofe, made more in
the Marriage than the Love of the parties.

Eno. I think ſo too. But you ſhall find the band that
feems to tie their friendſhip together, will be the very
ſtranger of their Amitie: Oſtavia is of a holy, cold, and
ſtill converſation.

Men. Who would not have his wife ſo ?

Eno. Not he that himſelf is not ſo: which is Mark

Anthony: he will to his Egyptian diſh again: then ſhall
the ſights of Oſtavia blow the fire up in Cæsar, and (as I
faid before) that which is the ſtrength of their Amity,
ſhall prove the immediate Author of their variance. An-
thony will uſe his affection where it is. He married but his
occafion here.

Men. And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will you a-board ?
I have a health for you.

Eno. I ſhall take it, Sir: we have us'd our Throats
in Egypt.

Men. Come, let's away.

[Exeunt.

Mufick players.
Enter two or three Servants with a Banquet.

1. Here they'll be, man: fome o'their Plants are ill
rooted already, the leaſt wind i'th'world will blow them
down.

2. Lepidus is high-colour'd.

1. They have made him drink Alms drink.

2. As they pinch one another by the diſpofition he cries
out, no more, reconciles them to his entreaty, and him-
ſelf to th' drink.

1. But it raifes the greater war between him and his
diſcretion.

2. Why this it is to have a name in great men's Fellow-
ship: I had as lieve have a Reed that will do me no fer-
vice, as a Partizan I could not heave.

1. To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be ſeen
to move in't, are the holes where eyes ſhould be, which
pitifully diſafter the cheeks.

A Sonnet founded.
Enter Cæsar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Menas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.

Ant. Thus do they, Sir: they take the flow o'th'Nile

By certain ſcale, i'th'Pyramid: they know

By th'height, the lowneſs, or the mean: If dearth

Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus ſwells,

The more it promifes as it ebbs, the Seedſman

Upon the ſlme and Ooze ſcatters his grain,

And ſhortly comes to Harveſt.

Lep. Y'have ſtrange Serpents there?

Ant. I, Lepidus.

Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
by the operation of the Sun: is it your Crocodile.

Ant. They are ſo.

Pom. Sir, and ſome Wine: A health to Lepidus.

Lep. I am not ſo well as I ſhould be:

But I'le ne're out.

Eno. Not 'till you have ſlept: I fear me you'll be in
'till then.

Lep. Nay certainly, I have heard the Ptolemie's Py-
ramis

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ramisſis are very goodly things: without contradiction I
have heard that.

Men. *Pompey, a word.*

Pom. Say in mine ear, what is't ?

Men. For fake thy feat, I do beſeech thee, Captain,
And hear me ſpeak a word.

Pom. For me 'till anon.

This Wine for Lepidus.

Lep. What manner o'thing is your Crocodile ?

Ant. It is ſhap'd, fir, like it ſelf, and it is as broad as
it hath breadth; It is juſt ſo high as it is, and moves with
it's own organs. It lives by that which nouriſeth it, and
the Elements once out of it, it tranſmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of !

Ant. Of it's own colour too,

Lep. 'Tis a ſtrange Serpent.

Ant. 'Tis ſo, and the tears of it are wet.

Cef. Will this deſcription ſatſe him ?

Ant. With the Health that Pompey gives him, eſſe he is
a very Epicure.

Pom. Go hang, Sir, hang: tell me of that ? Away:
Do as I bid you. Where's the Cup I call'd for ?

Men. If for the ſake of Merit thou wilt hear me,
life from the ſtool.

Pom. I think th'art mad: the matter ?

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy Fortunes.

Pom. Thou haſt ſerved me with much faith: what's
eſſe to ſay ? Be jolly, Lords.

Anth. Theſe Quick-fands, Lepidus.

Keep off them, for you ſink.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world ?

Pom. What ſaſt thou ?

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world ?

That's twice.

Pom. How ſhould that be ?

Men. But entertain it, and though thou think me poor,
I am the man will give thee all the world.

Pom. Haſt thou drunk well ?

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup,
That if thou darſt be, the earthly Jove :

What e're the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.

Pom. Shew me which way.

Men. Theſe three world-ſharers, theſe Competitors
Are in thy veſſel. Let me cut the Cable.

And when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.

Pom. Ah, this thou ſhould'ſt have done,
And not have ſpoken on't. In me 'tis villanie,
In thee, 't had been good ſervic'e: thou muſt know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour :

Mine Honour is, Repent that e're thy tongue,
Hath ſo betrai'd thine act. Being done unknown,
I ſhould have found it afterwards well done :
But muſt condemn it now: deſaſt, and drink.

Men. For this I ple never follow

Thy pall'd Fortunes more ;

Who feeks and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.

Pom. This health to Lepidus.

Ant. Bear him a-ſhoar,

I'le pledge it for him, Pompey.

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.

Men. Enobarbus, welcom.

Pom. Fill 'till the cup he hid.

Eno. There's a ſtrange Fellow, Menas.

Men. Why ?

Eno. A bears the third part of the world, man: ſeels
not?

Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
all, that it might go on wheels.

Eno. Drink thou, encreafe the Reels.

Men. Come.

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaſt.

Ant. It ripens towards it: ſtrike the Veſſels hoa.
Here's to Cefar.

Cefar. I could well forbear't, it's monſtrous labour when
I wath my brain, and it grows fouler.

Ant. Be a Child o'th'time.

Cefar. Poffeſs it, I pleake anſwer: but I had rather
ſaſt from all, four dayes, than drink ſo much in one.

Eno. Ha, my brave Emperour, ſhall we dance now the
Egyptian Bacchanals, and celebrate our drink ?

Pom. Let's ha't, good Souldier.

Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
'Till that the conquering Wine hath ſleept our ſenſe,
In ſoft and delicate Lethe.

Eno. All take hands :

Make battery to our ears with the loud Mufick,
The while, I'le place you, then the Boy ſhall ſing.
The holding every man ſhall beat as loud,
As his ſtrong ſides can volly.

Mufick Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in band.

The Song.

Come thou Monarch of the Vine,

Plumpie Bacchus with pink eye :

In thy Fattes our cares be drown'd :

With thy Grapes our hairs be crown'd.

Cup us 'till the world go round,

Cup us 'till the world go round.

Cef. What would you more ?

Pompey, good night. Good Brother
Let me requeſt you of our graver busineſs
Frowns at this levity. Gentle Lords, let's part,
You fee we have burnt our cheek. Strong Enobarbe
Is weaker than the wind, and mine own tongue

Splits what it ſpeaks: the wild diſguſe hath almost
Antick us all. What needs more words ? good night.
Good Anthony, your hand.

Pom. Ple try you on the ſhoar.

Ant. And ſhall, Sir, give's your hand.

Pom. Oh, Anthony, you have my Father's houſe.

But what, we are Friends ?

Come down into the Boat.

Eno. Take heed you fall not, Menas; Ple not on ſhoar,
No, to my Cabin: theſe Drumms,
Theſe Trumpets, Flutes: what,
Let Neptune hear, we bid aloud farewel

To theſe great Fellows. Sound and be hang'd, found on.

[Sound a Flourish with Drumms.

Eno. Hoo ſaies a, there's my Cap.

Men. Hoa, Noble Captain, come.

[Exultant.

Enter Ventidius as it were in a triumph, the dead body
of Pacorus born before him.

Ven. Now darting Parthis art thou ſtruck, and now
Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Cruaſſus death
Make remerenger. Bear the King's Son's body,
Before our Army, thy Pacorus Oradits,
Payes this for Marcus Cruaſſus.

Roman. Noble Ventidius,
Whilſt yet with Parthisian bloud thy Sword is warm,
The Fugitive Parthisians follow. Spurn through Media,
Mesopotamia, and the ſhelters, whither
The routed ſlie. So thy grand Captain Anthony
Shall ſet thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy head,

Ven. Oh Silius, Silius,
I have done enough. A lower place, note well
May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius,
Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ſerve's away.

Cefar and Anthony have ever won
More in their officer, than perſon. Soffius,

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Anthony and Cleopatra.

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One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which atchiev'd by th'minute, loft his favour.
Who does i'th'Wars more than his Captain can,
Becomes his Captain's Captain: and Ambition
(The Souldier's virtue) rather makes choice of lofts
Than gain, which darkens him.
I could do more to do Anthony good,
But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
Shoul I my performance perift.

Rom. Thou haſt, *Ventidius*, that, without the which a
Souldier and his Sword grants scarce diff distinction: thou
wilt write to *Anthony*.

Ven. I'le humbly signifie what in his name,
That magical word of War we have effected,
How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
The ne're-yet beaten Horſe of *Parthia*,
We have jaded out o'ch'Field.

Rom. Where is he now ?

Ven. He purpofeth to *Athens*, whither with what haſt
The weight we muſt convey with's, will permit:
We ſhall appear before him. On there, pafs along.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another.

Agri. What are the Broth'rs parted ?

Eno. They have difpatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are Scaling. Oculavia weeps
To part from *Rome*: *Cæsar* is fad, and *Lepidus*
Since Pompey's feaſt, as Menas layes, is troubled
With the Green-fickneſs.

Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus.

Eno. A very fine one : oh, how he loves *Cæsar*!

Agri. Nay but how dearly he adores Mark *Anthony*.

Eno. *Cæsar* ? why he's *Jupiter* of men.

Ant. VVhat's Anthony, the god of Jupiter ?

Eno. Speak you of *Cæsar* ? Oh ? the non-pareil ?

Agri. Oh *Anthony*, oh thou Arabian Bird !

Eno. VVould you praife *Cæsar*, lay *Cæsar*, go no further.

Agri. Indeed he plied them both with excellent prafies.

Eno. But he loves *Cæsar* beſt, yet he loves *Anthony*:
Ho, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,
Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
Think, Ipeak, caſt, write, ſing, number: ho,
His love to *Anthony*. But as for *Cæsar*,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Agri. Both he loves.

Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, fo:
This is to Horſe: Adien, Noble *Agrippa*.

Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.

Enter *Cæsar*, Anthony, Lepidus, and Oculavia.

Antho. No farther, Sir.

Cæsar. You take from me a great part of my ſelf:
Uſe me well in't. Sifter, prove ſuch a wife
As my thoughts make me, and as my fartheſt Band
Shall pafs on thy approof: moſt noble *Anthony*,
Let not the piece of Virtue which is ſet
Betwixt us, as the Cement of our love
To keep it builded, be the Ram to batter
The Fortune of it: for better might we
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cheriſht.

Ant. Make me not offended in your diſtruſt.

Cæf. I have faid.

Ant. You ſhall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the leaſt cauſe
For what you feem to fear, fo the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of *Romans* ſerve your ends:
VVe will here part.
Cæf. Farewel, my deareſt Sifter, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy Spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Oſta. My Noble Brother.

Ant. The April's in her eyes, it is loves ſpring,
And theſe the flowers to bring it on: be chearful.

Oſta. Sir, look well to my Husband's Houſe: and—
Cæsar. VVhat Oculavia.

Oſta. I'le teil you in your ear.
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue.

The Swan's doun feather

That stands upon the Swell at full of tide:

And neither way inclines.

Eno. VVill *Cæsar* weep?

Agri. He ha's a cloud in's face.

Eno. He were the worſe for that were he a Horſe, fo is
he being a man.

Agri. VVhy Enobarbus :

VWhen *Anthony* found *Julius Cæsar* dead,

He cryed almoſt to roaring: And he wept,

VWhen at *Philippi* he found *Brutus* flain.

Eno. That year indeed, he was troubled with a rheum,

VWhat willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
Believ't 'till I weep too.

Cæf. No, I weet Oculavia,

You ſhall hear from me ſtill: the time ſhall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. Come Sir, come,
I'le p>wreſſle with you in my ſtrength of love:
Look here I have you: thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

Cæf. Adien, be happy.

Lep. Let all the number of the Stars give Light
To thy fair way.

Cæf. Farewell, Farewell.

Ant. Farewell.

Trumpets found.

[Kisses Oculavia.]

[Exeunt.]

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cleo. VVhere is the Fellow ?

Alex. Half aſead to come.

Cleo. Go to, go to: Come hither, Sir.

Enter the Meſſenger as before.

Alex. Good Majeſtie, Herod of Jewry dare not look up-
on you, but when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo. That Herod's head, I'le have: but how? VVhen
Anthony is gone, through whom I might command it:
Come thou near.

Mef. Moſt gracious Majeſty.

Cleo. Did'ſt thou behold Oculavia ?

Mef. I, dread Queen.

Cleo. VVhere?

Mef. Madam, in *Rome*, I lookt her in the face: and faw
her led between her Brother, and Mark *Anthony*.

Cleo. Is ſhe as tall as me?

Mef. She is not, Madam.

Cleo. Did'ſt hear her ſpeak ?

Is ſhe ſtrill Tongu'd or low ?

Mef. Madam, I heard her ſpeak, ſhe is low voic'd.

Cleo. That's not ſo good: he cannot like her long.

Char. Like her ? Oh *Ifis*: 'tis impoffible.

Cleo. I think fo, *Charmian*: dull of tongue, and dwarſſh.
VWhat Majeſty is in her gate, remember
If e're thou look'ſt on Majeſty.

Mef. She creeps; her motion and her ſtation are as one:
She ſhews a body, rather than a life,

A Statue, than a Breather.

Mef. Is this certain ?

Cleo. Or I have no obſervance.

Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiv't,

There's nothing in her yet.

The Fellow has good judgement.

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Char.

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Char. Excellent.
Cleo. Guefs at her Years, I prythee.
Mef. Madam, she was a Widow.
Cleo. Widow ? Charmian, hark.
Mef. And I do think she's thirty.
Cleo. Bear'ft thou her face in mind ? is't long or round ?
Mef. Round even to faultinefs.
Cleo. For the moft part too, they are foolifh that are fo.
Her hair what colour ?
Mef. Brown, Madam : and her Forehead.
As low as she would with it.
Cleo. There's Gold for thee,
Thou muft not take my former sharpnefs ill,
I will employ thee back again : I find thee
Moft fit for buinefs. Go, make thee ready,
Our Letters are prepar'd.
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed he is fo: I repent me much
That fo I harried him. Why methinks by him,
This Creature's no fuch thing.
Char. Nothing, Madam.
Cleo. The man hath feen fome Majefty, and fhould
know.
Char. Hath he feen Majefty ? Ifis elfe defend : and fer-
ving you fo long.
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Char-
mian : but 'tis no matter, thou fhalt bring him to me
where I will write; all may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, Madam.

Enter Anthony and Octavia.

Ant. Nay, nay Octavia, not only that,
That were excufable, that and thousands more
Of feembable import, but he hath wag'd
New Wars 'gainft Pompey, Made his Will, and read it,
To publick Ear, spoke ſcantly of me,
VWhen perforce he could not
But pay me terms of Honour: cold and fickly
He vented then moſt narrow meaſure: lent me,
VWhen the beſt hint was given him: he had lookt,
Or did it from his teeth.
Oſt. Oh, my good Lord,
Believe not all, or if you muſt believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy Lady,
If this divifion chance, ne're ſood between
Praying for both parts:
The good gods will mock me prefently,
When I ſhall pray: oh bleſs my Lord and Husband,
Undo that Prayer: by crying out as loud,
Oh bleſs my Brother. Husband win, win Brother,
Prayes, and deftloys the Prayerer, no midway
'Twixt theſe extreameſ at all.
Ant. Gentle Octavia,
Let your beſt love draw to that point which ſeeks
Belt to preferve it: if I loſe mine Honour,
I loſe my ſelf: better I were not yours
Than yours ſo branchleſs. But as you requeſted,
Your ſelf ſhall go between's, the mean time, Lady,
I'll raſe the preparation of a War
Shall ſtain your Brother, make your ſooneſt haſte
So your deſires are yours.
Oſt. Thanks to my Lord,
The Jove of Power make me moſt weak, moſt weak,
Your reconciler: Wars 'twixt you twain would be,
As if the World ſhould cleave, and that ſlain men
Should fodder up the Rift.
Amb. VWhen it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your diſpleasure that way, for our faults
Can never be ſo equal, that your love
Can equally move with them. Provide your going,
Choose your own Company, and command what coſt
Your heart has mind to.

Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.

Enob. How now, Friend Eros ?
Eros. There's ſtrange News come, Sir.
Eno. VVhat man ?
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made VVar upon Pompey.
Eno. This is old, what is the ſucces ?
Eros. Cæsar having made uſe of him in the VVars
'gainſt Pompey : prefently denied him riuality, would not
let him partake of the glory of the action, and not riling
here, accufes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
Pompey. Upon his own appeal ſeizes him, ſo the poor
third is up, 'till death enlarge his Confine.
Eno. Then would thou haſt a pair of Chaps no more,
and throw between them all the food thou haſt; they'll
grind the other. Where's Anthony ?
Eros. He's walking in the Garden thus, and ſpurns
The ruſh that lies before him. Cries, Fool Lepidus,
And threatens the throat of that his Officer,
That murdred Pompey.
Eno. Our great Navy's rigg'd.
Eros. For Italy and Cæsar, more Domitiu,
My Lord deſires you prefently : my News
I might have told hereafter.
Eno. 'I will be naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.
Eros. Come, Sir.

Enter Agrippa, Mccenas, and Cæſar.

Cæſ. Contemning Rome he has done all this, and more
In Alexandria : here's the matter of it :
P'th' Market-place on a Tribunal filver'd,
Cleopatra and himſelf in Chairs of Gold
Were publicly enthron'd : at the feet fat
Cæſarion whom they call my Father's Son,
And all the unlawful Iſſue, that their luſt
Since then hath made between them. Unto her,
He gave the ſtablishment of Egypt, made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, abſolute Queen.
Mec. This is the publick Eye ?
Cæſ. P'th' common ſhow place where they exercise,
His Sons hither proclaim'd the King of Kings,
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
He gave to Alexander. To Ptolemy he allign'd,
Syria, Sicilia, and Phœnicia: ſhe
In th' abiliments of the Goddeſs Ifis
That day appear'd, and oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported, fo.
Mec. Let Rome be thus inform'd.
Agrip. Who queaſt with his infolence already,
Will their good thoughts call from him.
Cæſ. The people know it,
And have now receiv'd his accufations.
Agri. Whom do's he accufe ?
Cæſ. Cæſar, and that having in Sicily
Sextus Pompeius ſpoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o' th' ſle. Then does he fay, he lent me
Some ſhipping unreſtored. Lafter he frets
That Lepidus of the Triumvirate, ſhould be depos'd,
And being that we detain all his Revenue.
Agri. Sir, this ſhould be anſwered.
Cæſ. 'Tis done already, and his Meſſenger gone:
I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel,
That his high Authority abus'd,
And did deſerve his chance for what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like.
Mec. He'll never yield to that.
Cæſ. Nor muſt not then be yielded to in this.

Enter

Anthony and Cleopatra.

Enter Octavia with her Train.

Ocſt. Hail *Cefar*, and my Lord; hail, moſt dear *Cefar*.
Caf. That ever I ſhouſt call thee Caſt-away.
Ocſt. You have not call'd me ſo, nor have you caufe.
Caf. Why haſt thou ſtoſn upon me thus? you came not
Like *Cefar*'s Sifter ? the Wife of *Anthony*
Should have an Army for an Ulſer, and
The neighs of Horſe to tell of her approach,
Long ere he did appear. The Trees by th' way
Should have born men, and expectation fainted
Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duſt
Should have ascended to the Roof of Heaven,
Rais'd by your populous Troops: But you are come
A Market-maid to *Rome*, and have prevented
The oftentation of our love; which left unſhewn,
Is often left unlovd: we ſhould have met you
By Sea, and Land, ſupplying every ſtage
With an augmented greeting.

Ocſt. Good, my Lord,
To come thus was I not conſtrain'd, but did it
On my free will. My Lord, *Mark Anthony*,
Hearing that you prepar'd for War, acquainted
My grieving Ear withal : whereon I begg'd
His pardon for return.

Caf. Which foon he granted,
Being an abſtraet 'tween his Luſt, and him

Ocſt. Do not ſay ſo, my Lord.

Caf. I have Eyes upon him.

And his affairs come to me on the wind: where is he now?

Ocſt. My Lord, in *Athens*.

Caf. No, my moſt wronged Sifter, *Cleopatra*.

Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his Empire
Up to a Whore, who now are levying

The Kings o' th' Earth for War. He hath diſſembled,
*Bochus* the King of *Lybia*, *Archilaus*

Of Cappadocia, *Philadelphos* King
Of Papblagonia: the *Thracian* King *Adilias*,

King *Mauchus* of *Arabia*, King of *Pont*,

Herod of Jewry, *Mithridates* King

Of Comageat, *Polemen* and *Arimas*.

The King of *Mede*, and *Lycaonia*,

With a more larger Lift of Scepters.

Ocſt. Aye me moſt wretched,

That have my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
That do afflіct each other.

Caf. Welcome hither,

Your Letters did with-hold our breaking forth
'Till we perceiv'd both how you were wrong led,

And we in negligent danger: cheer your heart.

Be you not troubled with the time which drives
O're your content, theſe ſtrong neceſſities,
But let determin'd things to delinity

Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to *Rome*:
Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd

Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods
To do you Juſtice, make his Minifters

Of us, and thofe that love you. Beſt of comfort,
And ever welcome to us.

Agrip. Welcome Lady.

Mec. Welcome, Dear Madam,

Each heart in *Rome* does love and pity you,
Only th' adulterous *Anthony*, moſt large

In his abominations, turns you off;
And gives his potent Regiment to a Trull
That noifes it againſt us.

Ocſt. Is it ſo, Sir?

Caf. Moſt certain: Sifter, welcome; pray you
Be ever known to patience. My dear ſt Sifter. [Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.

Cleo. I will be even with thee: doubt it not.

Enob. But why, why, why not?

Cleo. Then haſt foreſpoke my being in theſe Wars;
And ſay it is not fit.

Enob. Well: is it, is it?

Cleo. If not, denoune'd againſt us, why ſhould not we
be there in perſon?

Enob. Well, I could reply: if we ſhould ſerve with
Horſe and Mares together, the Horſe were merely loſt:
the Mares would bear a ſoldier and his Horſe.

Cleo. What is't you lay?

Enob. Your preſence needs moſt puzzle. *Anthony*,
Take from his heart, take from his brain, take from's time,
What ſhould not then be ſpar'd. He is already

Traduc'd for Levity, and 'tis faſd in *Rome*,

That *Photinus* an Eunuch, and your Maids

Mannage this War.

Cleo. Sink *Rome*, and their tongues rot
That ſpeak againſt us. A Charge we bear i' th' War,
And as the preſident of my Kingdom will

Appear there for a man. Speak not againſt it,
I will not ſtay behind.

Enter Anthony and Camidius.

Enob. Nay I have done, here comes the Emperour.

Ant. Is it not ſtrange, *Camidius*,

That from *Tarentum*, and *Brundisium*,
He could ſo quickly cut the *Ionian* Sea,
And take in *Toryne*? You have heard on't (Sweet ?)

Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd

Than by the negligent.

Ant. A good rebuke,

Which might have well becom'd the beſt of men

To taunt at ſlackneſs. *Camidius*, we,

Will fight with him by Sea.

Cleo. By Sea, what elfe?

Cam. Why will my Lord do ſo?

Ant. For that he dares us to't.

Enob. So hath my Lord dar'd him to ſingle fight.

Cam. I, and to wage his Battel at *Pharſalia*.

Where *Cefar* fought with *Pompey*. But theſe offers

VVhich ferves not for his vantage, he ſhakes off,
And ſo should you.

Enob. Your Ships are not well mann'd,
Your Mariners are Mulitars, Reapers, People,
Ingroſt by ſwift Imprefs. In *Cefar*'s Fleet

Are thofe, that often have 'gainſt *Pompey* fought,
Their Ships are yare, yours heavy: no diſgrace

Shall fall you for reſuſing him at Sea,

Being prepar'd for Land.

Ant. By Sea, by Sea.

Enob. Moſt worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abſolute Souldierſhip you have by Land,

Diſtraet your Army, which doth moſt conſiſt

Of War-markt. Footmen, leave unexecuted

Your own renowned knowledge, quite forgo

The way which promifes alluſurance, and

Give up your ſelf merely to chance and hazard,
From firm Security.

Ant. I'll fight at Sea.

Cleo. I have ſixty Sails, *Cefar* none better.

Ant. Our over-plus of ſhipping will we burn,
And with the reſt full-mann'd, from th' heart of *Aetium*

Beat th' approaching *Cefar*. But if we fail,

We then can do't at Land.

Enter a Meſsenger.

Thy buſineſs?

Mef. The news is true, my Lord, he is deſcried,

*Cefar* has taken *Toryne*.

Ant.

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Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible
Strange, that his power should be so, Camidius,
Our nineteen Legions thouhalt hold by Land,
And our twelve thousand Horfe. VVe'll to our Ship,
Away my Thebes.

Enter a Souldier.

How now, worthy Souldier?

Sould. Oh Noble Emperour, do not fight by Sea,
Truft not to rotten planks: Do you middoubt
This Sword, and thefe my Wounds; let th' Egyptians
And the Phœnicians go a Ducking: we
Have us'd to conquer standing on the Earth,
And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob.
Sould. By Hercules I think I am' th' right.
Cam. Souldier thou art: but the whole action grows
Not in the power on't: so our Leaders lead,
And we are Womens men.

Sould. You keep by Land the Legions and the Horfe
whole, do you not?

Ven. Marcus Oξavius, Marcus Justius,
Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:
But we keep whole by Land. This speed of Cæsar's
Carries beyond belief.

Sould. While he was yet in Rome
His power went out in such distractions,
As beguil'd all Spies.

Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, hear you?

Sould. They fay, one Towrus.

Cam. Well, I know the man.

Enter a Mellenger.

Mef. The Emperour calls Camidius.

Cam. With News the time's with Labour,
And throws forth each minute, fome.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar with his Army, marching.

Cæs. Towrus?
Tow. My Lord.
Cæs. Strike not by Land.
Keep whole, provoke not Battel
'Till we have done at Sea. Do not exceed
The Prefcript of this Scroul: Our Fortune Iyes
Upon this jump.

[Exit.]

Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond fide o' th' Hill,
In Eye of Cæsar's Battel, from which place
We may the number of the Ships behold,
And fo proceed accordingly.

[Exit.]

Camidius marching with his Land Army one way over the
Stage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the other
way: after their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea-fight.
Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

Enob. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer:
Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admiral,
With all their fixty flie, and turn the Rudder:
To fee't, mine Eyes are blafsted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods, and Goddeſſes, all the whole Synod of them!
Enob. What's thy paffion?
Scar. The greater Cantle of the World is loſt
With very ignorance, we have kiſt away
Kingdoms, and Provinces.

Enob. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the Token'd Peftilence,
Where Death is fure. Your ribauldred Nag of Egypt,
(VVhom Leproſe o're) i' th' mid'ft o' th' fight,
VVhen vantage like a pair of Twinnas appear'd
Both of the fame, or rather ours the Elder;
(The Breeze upon her) like a Cow in June,
Hoits Sails, and flies.

Enob. That I beheld :

Mine Eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Indure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,
The Noble ruine of her Magick, Anthony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doating Mallard)
Leaving the Fight in heighth, flies after her:
I never law an action of fuch fame;
Experience, Man-hood, Honour ne're before,
Did violate fo it self.

Enob. Alack, alack.

Enter Camidius.

Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
And finks moſt lamentably. Had our General
Been what he knew himſelf, it had gone well:
Oh he has given example for our flight;
Moſt groſly by his own.

Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeed.

Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they flied.

Scar. 'Tis eafe to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.

Cam. To Cæsar will I render
My Legions and my Horfe, fix Kings already
Shew me the way of yielding.

Enob. I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reafon
Sits in the Wind againſt me.

Enter Anthony with Attendants.

Ant. Hark, the Land bids me tread no more upon't,
It is aſham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither,
I am fo lated in the World, that I
Have loft my way forever. I have a Ship
Laden with Gold, take that, divide it: flie,
And make my peace with Cæsar.

Omnes. Fly? Not we.

Ant. I have fled my ſelf, and have inſtructed Cowards
To ſun, and ſhow their Shoulders. Friends, be gone,
I have my ſelf refolv'd upon a courſe,
Which has no need of you. Be gone,
My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
I follow'd that I bluſh to look upon,
My very Hairs do mutiny: for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhneſs, and they them
For fear, and doating. Friends be gone, you ſhall
Have Letters from me to ſome Friends, that will

Have Letters from me to ſome Friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not faſ:
Nor make replies of lothneſs, take the hint
Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left
Which leaves it ſelf, to Sea ſide ſtraightway;
I will poffeſs you of that Ship and Treasure.

Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now,
Nay, do ſo: for indeed I have loft command,
Therefore, I pray you, I'll fee you by and by.

[Sits down.]

Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Eros.

Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Iras. Do, moſt dear Queen.
Char. Do, why, what elfe?

Cleo. Let me fit down: Oh Juno.

Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, Sir?

Ant.

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Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
Char. Madam.
Iras. Madam, Oh good Empres.
Eros. Sir, Sir.
Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His Sword e'en like a Dancer, while I itrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffies, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave squares of War: yet now: no matter.
Cleo. Ah fand by.
Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen.
Iras. Go to him, Madam, speak to him,
He is unqualified with very flames.
Cleo. Well then, fuftain me: Oh.
Eros. Moft Noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches,
Her Head's declin'd, and Death will feize her, but
Your comfort makes the refcue.
Ant. I have offended Reputation;
A moft unnowle fwerving.
Eros. Sir, the Queen.
Ant. O whither naft thou led me, Egypt, fee
How I convey my flame, out of thine Eyes,
By looking back what I have left behind
Stroy'd in difhonour.
Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;
Forgive my fearful Sails, little thought
You would have followed.
Ant. Egypt, thou knew't too well,
My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by th' strings,
And thou should'tt flowe me after. O're my spirit
The full fupremacy thou knew't, and that
Thy beck, might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.
Cleo. Oh, my pardon.
Ant. Now I muft
To the young man fend humble Treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lownefs, who,
With half the bulk o'th' World play'd as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conquerour, and that
My Sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all caufe.
Cleo. Pardon, pardon.
Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay, one of them rates
All that is won and loft: Give me a Kifs,
Even this repays.
We fent our Schoolmafter, is he come back?
Love I am full of Lead: fome Wine
VWithin there, and our Viands: Fortune knows,
VWe fcorn her moft, when moft she offers blows.
[Exeunt]

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, with others.

Cæf. Let him appear that's come for Anthony.
Know you him?
Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his Schoolmafter,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends ſo poor a Pinnion of his VVing,
VVhich had ſuperfluous Kings for Meflengers,
Not many Moons gone by.

Enter Ambaſſador from Anthony.

Cæf. Approach, and ſpeak.
Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the Morn-dew on the Myrtle Leaf
To his grand Sea.
Cæf. Be't ſo, declare thine Office.
Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he fulates thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt, which not granted
He Leffens his requeſts, and to thee ſues
To let him breathe between the Heavens and Earth

A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confes thy greatneſs:
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her Heirs,
Now hazarded to thy Grace.
Cæf. For Anthony,
I have no Ears to his requeſt. The Queen,
Of Audience, nor defire ſhall fail, ſo the
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced Friend.
Or take his life there. This if he perform,
She ſhall not ſue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune purſue thee.
Cæf. Bring him through the Bands:
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
From Anthony win Cleopatra, promife
And in our Name, when ſhe requires, add more
From thine invention, offers. Women are not
In their beſt Fortunes ſtrong; but want will perjure
The ne're touch'd Veſtal. Try thy cunning, Thidians,
Make thine own Edict for thy pains, which we
Will anſwer as a Law.
Thid. Cæsar, I go.
Cæf. Obſerve how Anthony becomes his flaw,
And what thou thinkeſt his very Action ſpeaks
In every power that moves.

Thid. Cæsar, I ſhall.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. What ſhall we do, Enobarbus?
Enob. Think, and dye.
Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?
Enob. Anthony only, that would make his will
Lord of his Reafon. What though you ſled,
From that great face of War, whoſe ſeveral ranges
Frighted each other? Why ſhould he follow?
The itch of his Affection ſhould not then
Have nickt his Captain-ſhip, at ſuch a point,
When half to half the World oppoſ'd, he being
The meered queſtion? 'Tis a flame no leſs
Than was his loſs, to courſe your flying Flags,
And leave his Navy gazing.

Cleo. Frythee peace.

Enter the Ambaſſador, with Anthony.

Ant. Is this his Anſwer ?
Amb. I, my Lord.
Ant. The Queen ſhall then have courteſe,
So ſhe will yield us up.
Amb. He fays ſo.
Ant. Let her know't. To the Boy Cæsar, ſend this
grizled Head, and he will fill thy wiſes to the brim,
With Principalities.
Cleo. That Head, my Lord?
Ant. To him again, tell him he wears the Rofe
Of youth upon him: from which, the World ſhould note
Something particular: His Coyn, Ships, Legions,
May be a Cowards, whoſe Minifters would prevail
Under the ſervice of a Child, as ſoon
As 'p' th' Command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparifons apart,
And anſwer me declin'd, Sword againſt Sword,
Our ſelves alone; I'll write it, Follow me.

Enob. Yes, like enough: hye-battel'd Cæsar will
Unſtate his happineſs, and be Stag'd to th' ſnew
Againſt a Sworder. I fee mens judgments are
A parcel of their Fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To ſuffer all alike, that he ſhould dream,
Knowing all meaſures, the full Cæsar will
Anſwer his emptineſs; Cæsar thou haſt ſubdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter

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Enter a Servant.

Ser. A Meſſenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What, no more Ceremony? See my Women,
Against the blown Rofe may they ſtop their Nofe,
That kneel'd unto the Buds. Admit him, Sir.

Enob. Mine honeſty, and I, begin to iſquare,
The Loyalty well held to Fools, does make
Our Faith meer Folly : yet he that can endure
To follow with Allegiance a faln Lord,
Do's conquer him that did his Maſter conquer,
And earns a place i' th' Story.

Enter Thidias.

Cleo. Cæſar's Will.

Thid. Here it apart.

Cleo. None but Friends: ſay boldly.

Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony.

Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Cæſar has.

Or needs not us. If Cæſar pleaſe, our Maſter
Will leap to be his Friend: For as you know,

Whofe he is, we are, and that is Cæſars.

Thid. So. Thus then thou moſt renown'd, Cæſar intreats
Not to confider in what cafe thou ſtand'ſt
Further than he is Cæſar.

Cleo. Go on, right Royal.

Thid. He knows that you embrace not Anthony
As you did love, but as you feared him.

Cleo. Oh.

Thid. The ſcars upon your honour, therefore he
Do's pitty, as conſtrained blemiſhes,

Not as deferred.

Cleo. He is a god,

And knows what is moſt right. Mine honour

Was not yielded, but conquer'd meerly.

Enob. To be ſure of that, I will ask Anthony.

Sir, Sir, thou art ſo leaky

That we muſt leave thee thy ſinking, for

Thy deareſt quit thee.

[Exit Enob.

Thid. Shall I ſay to Cæſar,

What you require of him: for he partly begs

To be deſir'd to give. It much would please him,

That of his fortunes you ſhould make a ſtaſſ

To lean upon. But it would warm his ſpirits

To hear from me you had left Anthony,

And put your ſelf under his ſhrowd, the univerſal Landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?

Thid. My name is Thidias.

Cleo. Moſt kind Meſſenger,

Say to great Cæſar this in diſputation,

I kifs his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt

To lay my Crown at's feet, and there to kneel.

Tell him from his al'-obeying breath, I hear

The doom of Ægypt.

Thid. 'Tis your nobleſt course:

Wisdom and Fortune combating together,

If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may ſhake it. Give me grace to lay

My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæſars Father oft

(When he hath mus'd of taking Kingdoms in)

Beflow'd his lips on that unworthy place,

As it rain'd killes.

Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours? By Jove that thunders.

What art thou Fellow?

Thid. One that but performs

The bidding of the ſulleſt man, and worthiſt

To have command obey'd.

Enob. You will be whipt.

Ant. Approach there: ah you Kite.

Now gods and devils,

Authority melts from me of late. When I cry'd hoo,
Like Boyes unto a muſs, Kings would ſtart forth,
And cry your will. Have you no Ears?

I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Jack and whip him.

Enter a Servant.

Enob. 'Tis better playing with a Lyons Whelp,

Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and Stars,

Whip him: were twenty of the greateſt Tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæſar, ſhould I find them
So fawcy with the hand of ſhe here, what's her name
Since he was Cleopatra? Whip him, Fellows,
Till like a Boy you ſee him crinſde his Face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thid. Mark Anthony,

Ant. Tug him away: being whipt,

Bring him again, the Jack of Cæſars ſhall

Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt with Thidias.

You were half blaſted ere I knew you: Ha?

Have I my Pillow left unpreſt in Rome?

Forborn the getting of a lawful Race,

And by a Jem of Women, to be abus'd

By one that looks on Feeders?

Cleo. Good, my Lord.

Ant. You have been a Boggeler ever,
But when we in our viciouſneſs grew hard
(Oh miſery on't) the wife gods feal our Eyes
In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us
Adore our errours, laugh at's while we ſtrut
To our conſuſion.

Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?

Ant. I found you as a Morſel, cold upon
Dead Cæſar's Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's, bideſes what hotter hours
Unregiſtred in vulgar Fame, you have
Luxuriouſly pickt out. For I am ſure,
Though you can gueſs what Temperance ſhould be,
You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
And ſay, God quit you, be familiar with
My Play. Fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seal,
And plightner of high hearts. O that I were
Upon the Hill of Bafan, to out-roar
The horned Herd, for I have Savage cauſe,
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck, which do's the Hangman thank,
For being yare about him. Is he whipt?

Enter a Servant with Thidias.

Ser. Soundly, my Lord.

Ant. Cryed he? and begg'd a pardon?

Ser. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy Father live, let him repent
Thou waſt not made his Daughter, and be thou ſ forty
To follow Cæſar in his triumph, ſince
Thou haſt been whipt. For following him, henceforth
The white hand of a Lady Fever thee,
Shake to look on't. Get thee back to Cæſar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look thou ſay
He makes me angry with him. For he ſeems
Proud and diſdainſul, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time moſt eafe 'tis to dot':
VWhen my good ſtars, that were my former guides
Have empty left their Orbes, and flut their Fires
Into the Abiſm of Hell. If he miſlike,
My ſpeech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom

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He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like to quit me. Urge it thou :
Hence with thy stripes, be gone.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

[Exit Thid.

Ant. Alack, our Terrene Moon is now Eclipſt,

And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.

Cleo. I muſt ſtay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæſar, would you mangle Eyes

With one that ties his points.

Cleo. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

Cleo. Ah (Dear) if I be ſo,

From my cold heart, let Heaven ingender Hail,
And poyſon it in the ſource, and the firſt ſtone
Drop in my neck: as it determines ſo
Diffolve my life, the next Cæſarian ſmile,
Till by degrees the memory of my Womb,
Together with my brave Œgyptians all,
By the diſcandering of this pelletted ſtorm,
Lye graveleſs, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
Have buried them for prey.

Ant. I am ſatified:

Cæſar fets down in Alexandria, where
I will oppoſe his Fate. Our force by Land,
Hath nobly held, and ſever'd Navy too
Have knit again, and Fleet, threatening moſt Sea-like.
Where haſt thou been my heart? Dolt thou hear, Lady?
If from the Field I ſhalt return once more
To kifs theſe Lips, I will appear in blood,
I, and my Sword, will earn my Chronicle,
There's hope he'll not yet.

Cleo. That's my brave Lord.

Ant. I will be trebleſined, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ranſome lives
Of me for jells: but now, I'll ſet my teeth,
And ſend to darkneſs all that ſtop me. Come,
Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me
All my ſad Captains, fill our Bowls once more:
Let's mock the midnight Bell.

Cleo. It is my Birth-day,

I had thought it have held it poor. But ſince my Lord
Is Anthony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We will yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble Captains to my Lord,

Ant. Do ſo; we'll ſpeak to them,

And to night I'll force

The Wine peep through their ſcars.

Come on (my Queen)

There's ſap in't yet. The next time I do ſight

I'll make death love me: for I will contend

Even with his pefliſt Scythe.

[Exeunt.

Enob. Now he'll out-ſtare the Lightning, to be furious
Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood

The Dove will peck the Eſtridge; and I fee ſtill

A diminution in our Captains brain,

Reſtoſtes his heart; when valour prays in reaſon,

It eats the Sword it fights with: I will ſeek

Some way to leave him.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cæſar, Agrippa, and Mecænas with his Army,
Cæſar reading a Letter.

Cæf. He calls me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt. My Meſſenger,
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to perſonal Combat.
Cæſar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die: mean time
Laugh at this Challenge.

Mec. Cæſar muſt think,

When one ſo great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now

Make boot of his diſtraſtion: Never anger

Made good guard for it ſelf.

Cæſ. Let our beſt Heads know,

That to morrow, the laſt of many Battels
We mean to fight. Within our Files there are,
Of thofe that ferv'd Mark Anthony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And feaſt the Army, we have ſtore to do't,
And they have earn'd the waſſe. Poor Anthony.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas, with others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian.

Enob. No?

Ant. Why ſhould he not?

Enob. He thinks, being twenty times of better Fortune,
He is twenty men to one.

Ant. To morrow, Souldier,

By Sea and Land I'll fight: or I will live,

Or bathe my dying honour in the blood,

Shall make it live again, VVoo't thou fight well.

Enob. I'll ſtrike, and cry, take all.

Ant. VVell faſd, come on:

Call forth my Houſhold Servants, let's to night.

Enter three or four Servitors.

Be bounteous at our Meal. Give me thy hand,
Thou haſt been rightely honest, ſo haſt thou,
Thou, and thou, and thou: you have ferv'd me well,
And Kings have been your Fellows.

Cleo. VVhat means this?

Enob. 'Tis one of thofe odd tricks which ſorrow ſhoots

Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honest too:

I with him could be made ſo many men,

And all of you clapt up together, in

An Anthony: that I might do you ſervice,

So good as you have done.

Omnes. The gods forbid.

Ant. VVell, my good Fellows, wait on me to night:

Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me

As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,

And ſuffered my command.

Cleo. VVhat does he mean?

Enob. To make his Followers weep.

Ant. Tend me to night;

May be it is the period of your duty,

Haply you ſhall not fee me more, or if,

A mangled ſhadow. Perchance to morrow,

You'll ſerve another Maſter. I look on you,

As one that takes his leave. Mine honest Friends,

I turn you not away, but like a Maſter

Married to your good ſervice, ſtay till death:

Tend me to night two hours, I ask no more,

And the gods yield you for't.

Enob. VVhat mean you (Sir)

To give them this diſcomfort? Look, you weep,

And I, an Aſs, am Onion-ey'd; for ſhame,

Transform us not to Women.

Ant. 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 dolorous a ſence;

For I ſpake to you for your comfort, did define you

To burn this night with Torches: know (my hearts)

I hope well of to morrow, and will lead you,

Where rather I'll expeſt vijorous Life,

Than Death, and Honour. Let's to Supper, come,

And drowne consideration.

[Exeunt.]

Enter a Company of Souldiers.

1. Soul. Brother, good night: to morrow is the day.

2. Soul. It will determine one way: Fare you well.

Heard

["The Tragedy of", "156", "Heard you of nothing strange about the streets.", "1. Nothing: what news?", "2. Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you.", "1. Well, Sir, good night!", "[They meet with other Souldiers.", "2. Souldiers, have careful Watch.", "1. And you: Good night, good night.", "[They place themselves in every corner of the Stage.", "2. Here we, and if to morrow", "Our Navy thrive, I have an absolute hope", "Our Landmen will stand up.", "1. 'Tis a brave Army, and full of purpose.", "[Mufick of the Hoboyes is under the Stage.", "2. Peace, what noife?", "1. Lift, lift.", "2. Hark.", "1. Mufick ith' Air.", "3. Under the Earth.", "It fings well, do's it not?", "3. No.", "1. Peace I lay: what fhould this mean?", "2. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Anthony loved,", "Now leaves him.", "1. Walk, let's fee if other Watchmen", "Do hear what we do?", "1. How now, Mafters?", "[Speak together.", "Omnés. How now? how now? do you hear this?", "1. Is't not ftrange?", "3. Do you hear, Mafters? Do you hear?", "1. Follow the noife so far as we have quarter.", "Let's fee how it will give off.", "Omnés. Content: 'Tis ftrange.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter Anthony, and Cleopatra, with others.", "Ant. Eros, mine Armour, Eros.", "Cleo. Sleep a little.", "Ant. No, my Chuck: Eros, come, mine Armour, Eros.", "Enter Eros.", "Come good fellow, put thine Iron on,", "If Fortune be not ours to day, it is", "Becaufe we brave her. Come.", "Cleo. Nay, I'le help too, Anthony.", "What's this for? Ah, let be, let be, thou art", "The Armourer of my heart: Falfe, falfe: This, this,", "Sooth-law I'le help: Thus it must be.", "Ant. Well, well, we fhall thrive now.", "Seeft thou my good fellow. Go put on thy defences.", "Eno. Briefly, Sir.", "Cleo. Is not this buckled well?", "Ant. Rarely, rarely:", "He that unbuckles this, till we do pleafe", "To doft for our repofe, fflall hear a ſtorm.", "Thou fumbleſt Eros, and my Queen's a Squire", "More tight at this: Difpatch, O Love,", "That thou could't fee my wars to day, and knew't", "The Royal Occupation, thou ſhould't fee", "A workman in't.", "Enter an armed Souldier.", "Good morrow to thee, welcom,", "Thou look'ſt like him that knows a warlike charge:", "To buſineſs that we love, we rife betime,", "And go to't with delight.", "Soul. A thouſand, Sir, early though't be, have on their\nRivetted trim, and at the Port expect you. [Shout.", "[Trumpets flourish.]", "Enter Captains and Souldiers.", "Alex. The Morn is fair: Good morrow, General.", "All. Good morrow, General.", "Ant. 'Tis well blown, Lad,", "This morning like the Spirit of a youth", "That means to be of note, begins betimes.", "So, ſo: Come give me that, what ere becomes of me,\nFare thee well, Dame, what ere becomes of me,", "This is a Souldiers kifs: rebukeable,", "And worthy ſhameful check it were, to ſtand", "On more Mechanick Complement, I'le leave thee,", "Now like a man of Steel, you that will fight,", "Follow me cloſe, I'le bring you to't: Adieu.", "Char. Pleafe you retire to your Chamber?", "[Exeunt.]", "Cleo. Lead me :", "He goes forth gallantly: that he and Cæſar might", "Determine this great War in ſingle ſight;", "Then Anthony; but now. Wellon.", "[Exeunt.]", "Trumpets found. Enter Anthony, and Eros.", "Eros. The gods make this a happy day to Anthony.", "Ant. Would thou, and thy ſears had once pre-\nTo make me fight at Land.", "Eros. Hadft thou done ſo,", "The Kings that have revolted, and the Souldier", "That has this morning left thee, would have ſtill\nFollowed thy heels.", "Ant. Who's gone this morning?", "Eros. Who? one ever near thee, call for Enobarbus.", "He ſhall not hear thee, or from Cæſar's Camp,\nSay I am none of thine.", "Ant. What ſayeſt thou?", "Sold. Sir, he is with Cæſar.", "Eros. Sir, his Cheſtis and Treafure he has not with him.", "Ant. Is he gone?", "Sold. Moſt certain,", "Ant. Go, Eros, ſend his Treafure after, do it,", "Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,", "(I will ſubſcribe) gentle adieues, and greetings:", "Say, that I wifh he never find more caufe", "To change a Maſter. Oh my Fortunes have", "Corrupted honest men. Difpatch, Eros.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter Agrippa, Cæſar, with Enobarbus,\nand Dolabella.", "Cæſar. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:", "Our will is Anthony be took alive:", "Make it ſo known.", "Agrippa. Cæſar, I ſhall.", "Cæſar. The time of univerſal peace\nProve this a profu'rous day, the third\nShall bear the Olive freely.", "This world", "Enter a Meſſenger.", "Mef. Anthony is come into the field.", "Cæſar. Go charge Agrippa,", "Plant thofe that have revolted in the Van,", "That Anthony may feem to ſpend his Fury\nUpon himſelf.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enob. Alexus did revolt, and went to ſewry on", "Affairs of Anthony; there did diffuade", "Great Herod to incline himſelf to Cæſar,", "And leave his Maſter Anthony. For this pains", "Cæſar hath hang'd him: Camidius and the reſt", {"bbox": [755, 1209, 1007, 1228], "category": "

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His bounty over-plus. The Meffenger

Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Unloading of his Mules.

Enob. I give it you.

Soul. Mock not, Enobarbus;

I tell you true: Bef you faſ't the bringer
Out of the hoaſt, I mult attend mine Office,
Or would have done't my ſelf. Your Emperour
Continues ſtill a Jove.

[Exeunt.]

Enob. I am alone the Villain of the Earth,
And feel I am ſo moſt. Oh Anthony,

Thou Mine of bounty, how would't thou have payed
My better ſervice, when my turpitude

Thou doſt ſo Crown with Gold. This blows my heart
If ſwift thought break it not: a ſwifted mean
Shall out-ſtrike thought, but thought will do't. I feel
I fight againſt thee: No, I will go ſeeſ

Some Ditch, where to die: the foul?ſt beſt fits
My latter part of life.

[Exit.]

Alarum. Drums and Trumpets.

Enter Agrippa.

Agrip. Retire, we have engag'd our ſelves too far:
Cefar himſelf has work, and our oppreſſion

Exceeds what we expected.

[Exit.]

Alarums.

Enter Anthony, and Scarus wounded.

Scar. O my brave Emperour, this is fought indeed,
Had we done ſo at firſt, we had draven them home
With Clouts about their Head.

[Far off.]

Ant. Thou bleed?ſt apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,

But now ?t is made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat ?em into Bench-holes, I have yet
Room for fix ſcotches more.

Enter Eros.

Eros. They are beaten, Sir, and our advantage ſerves
For a fair Victory.

Scar. Let us ſcore their backs,

And ſnatch ?em up, as we take Hares behind,
'Tis a ſport to maul a Runner.

Ant. I will reward thee.

Once for thy ſprightly comfort, and ten-fold

For thy good valiant come thee on.

Scar. I'll haſt.

[Exeunt]

Alarum. Enter Anthony again in a march,

Scarus, with others.

Ant. We have beat him to his Camp: Run one
Before, and let the Queen know of our Gueſts: to morrow
Before the Sun ſhall feeſ's, we'll ſpill the blood
That has to day eſcap'd. I thank you all,
For doughty handed are you, and have fought
Not as you ſerv'd the Caufe, but as't had been
Each mans like mine: you have ſhewn all Hectors,
Enter the City, clip your Wives, your Friends,
Tell them your ſeats, whil't they with joyful ſears
Wath the congealment from your Wounds, and kifs
The honour'd gathes whole.

Enter Cleopatra.

Give me thy hand,

To this great Faeriuy, I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bleſſes thee. O thou day o' th' World,
Chain mine arm'd neck, leap thou, Attire and all
Through proof of Harnels to my part, and there

Ride on the paints triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords,

Oh infinite Virtue, com'ſt thou ſmiling from
The Worlds great ſnare uncaught.

Ant. My Nightingale,

We have beat them to their Beds.

What, Girl, though gray

Do ſomething mingle with our younger brown, yet ha'we
A brain that nouriſes our Nerves, and can

Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,

Commend unto his Lips thy favouring hand,

Kifs it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,
As if a god in hate of Mankind, had

Defroyed in ſuch a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, Friend,

An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.

Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phoibus Car. Give me thy hand,

Through Alexandria make a jolly March,

Bear our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.

Had our great Palace the capacity

To Camp this hoaſt, we all would ſup together,

And drink Carowſes to the next dayes Fate

Which promifes Royal peril. Trumpeters

With brazen din blaſt you the Cities Ear.

Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,

That Heaven and Earth may ſtrike their founds together,
Applauding our reproach.

[Exeunt.]

Enter a Century, and his Company, Enobarbus follows.

Cent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We muſt return to th' Court of Guard: the night
Is ſhiny, and too v. we ſhall embattle

By th' ſecon: ſour's in Morn.

1. Watch. This laſt day was a ſhrewd one to's.

Enob. Oh bear me witneſs night.

2. What man is this?

1. Stand cloſe, and lift him.

Enob. Be witneſs to me (O thou bleſſed Moon)

When men revolten ſhall upon Record

Bear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?

3. Peace: hark further.

Enob. Oh Sovereign Miftris of true Melancholy,
The poyfonous damp of night diſpunge upon me,
That life, a very Rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart

Againſt the flint and hardneſs of my fault,

Which being dried with grief, will break to Powder,
And finiſh all foul thoughts: Oh Anthony,

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular,

But let the World rank me in Regifter

A Maſter-leaver, and a fugitive:

Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!

1. Let's ſpeak to him.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he ſpeaks

May concern Cefar.

2. Let's do ſo, but he ſleeps.

Cent. Swoonds rather, for ſo bad a Prayer as his
Was never yet for ſleep.

1. Go we to him.

2. Awake, Sir, awake, ſpeak to us.

1. Hear you, Sir?

Cent. The hand of death hath caught him.

[Drums afar off.]

Hark how the Drums demurely wake the ſleepers:

Let us bear him to th' Court of Guard: he is of note:

Our hour is fully out.

2. Come on then, he may recover yet.

[Exeunt.]

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Enter Anthony, and Scarus, with their Army.

Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We pleafe them not by Land.
Scar. For both, my Lord.
Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th' Fire, or i'th' Air,
We'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foot
Upon the hills adjoyning to the City
Shall fly with us. Order for Sea is given,
They have put forth the Haven:
Where their appointment we may beſt diſcover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Cæsar, and his Army.

Caf. But being charg'd, we will be ſtill by Land.
Which as I tak't we ſhall, for his beſt force
Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
And hold our beſt advantage.

[Exeunt.
[Alarum aſar off, as at a Sea fight.]

Enter Anthony, and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not joyn'd :
Where yond Pine does ſtand, I ſhall diſcover all.
Ile bring thee word ſtraight, how 'tis like to go.
Scar. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's Sailes their neſts. The Auguries
Say, they know not, they cannot tell, look grimly,
And dare not ſpeak their knowledge. Anthony
Is valiant, and dejeſted, and by ſtarts
His fretted Fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not.

[Exit.]

Enter Anthony.

Ant. All is loſt:
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My Fleet hath yielded to the Foe, and yonder,
They caſt their Caps up, and Carowſe together
Like friends long loſt. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
Haſt fold me to this Novice, and my heart
Makes only Wars on thee. Bid them all flye :
For when I am reveng'd upon my Charm,
I have done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
Oh Sun, thy upriſe ſhall I fee no more :
Fortune and Anthony part here, even here
Do we ſhake hands ? All come to this? The hearts
That pannelled me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wifhes, do dis-Candy, melt their fweets
On bloſſoming Cæsar: and this Pine is barkt,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am
On this falſe Soul of Egypt ! this grave Charm,
Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home :
Whofe Boſom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gypſe, hath at faſt and loofe
Beguil'd me, to the very heart of loſs.
What Eros, Eros?

Enter Cleopatra.

Ah, thou Spell! Avant.
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd againſt his Love;
Ant. Vanifh, or I ſhall give thee thy deferring,
And blemifh Caſars Triuſh. Let him take thee,
And hoſt thee up to th' ſhouting Plebeians,
Follow his Chariot, like the greatest ſpot
Of all thy Sex. Moſt Monſter like be ſhewn
For poor'ſt Diminutives, for Dolts, and let
Patient Oſtavia plough thy viſage up
With her prepared nails.
[Talkative.]

[Exit Cleopatra.]

Thou ſell't into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa?
The thirt of Neſſiuu is upon me, teach me,
Alcides, thou mine Anceſtor, thy rage.
Let me lodge Licas on the horns oth' Moon,
And with thofe hands that graſſt the heaſt Club,
Subdue my worthieſt ſelf: the Witch ſhall dye:
To the young Roman Boy ſhe hath fold me, and I ſall
Under his plot: the dyes for't. Eros, hoa?

[Exeunt.]

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.

Cleo. Help me, my Woman: Oh he is more mad
Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Tbeſſaly
Was never ſo imboſt.

Char. To th' Monument, there lock your ſelf,
And ſend him word you are dead:
The Soul and body rive not more in parting,
Than greatneſs going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument:
Mardian, go tell him I have flain my ſelf:
Say, that the laſt I ſpoke was Anthony,
And word it (prethee) pitioſly. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death to th' Monument.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Anthony and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ſt me?
Eros. I, Noble Lord.
Ant. Sometime we fee a cloud that's Dragoniſh,
A vapour sometime, like a Bear, or Lyon,
A toward Cittadel, a pendant Rock,
A forked Mountain, or blew Promontory
With Trees upon't, that nodd unto the world,
And mock our eyes with Air.
Thou haſt feen theſe ſigns,
They are black Veſper's Pageants.
Eros. I, my Lord.

Ant. That which is now a Horſe, even with a thought
The Rack diſlimes, and makes indiſtinct
As water is in water.

Eros. It do's, my Lord.
Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even ſuch a body: here I am Anthony,
Yet cannot hold this viſible ſhape (my Knave)
I made theſe wars for Egypt, and the Queen,
Whofe heart I thought I had, for ſhe had mine:
Which whil't it was mine, had annext unto't
A Million moe (now loſt :) the, Eros, has
Packt Cards with Caſars, and ſalſe plaid my Glory
Unto an Enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Our ſelves to end our ſelves.

Enter Mardian.

Oh the vile Lady, ſhe has robb'd me of my Sword.
Mar. No, Anthony,
My Miftris lov'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.

Ant. Hence, ſawcy Eunuch, peace, ſhe hath berraid me,
And ſhall dye the death.

Mar. Death of one perſon can be paid but once,
And that ſhe has diſcharg'd. What thou would't do
Is done unto thy hand: the laſt the ſpake
Was Anthony, moſt Noble Anthony:
Then in the midſt a tearing groan did break
The name of Anthony: it was divided
Between her heart and lips: the ſendred life
Thy name ſo buried in her.

Ant. Dead then?

Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarme, Eros, the long dayes task is done,

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And we must fleep: that thou depart'ft hence faſe
Does pay thy labour richly: go. [Exit Mardian.
Oh, pluck off,
The ſeven-fold ſhield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. Oh cleave my fides.
Heart, once be ſtronger than thy Continent,
Crack thy frail Cafe. Apace, Eros, apace:
No more a Souldier: bruſed pieces go,
You have been nobly born. From me a while. [Exit Eros.
I will o're-take thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it muſt be, for now
All length is Torture: ſince the Torch is out,
Lye down and ſtray no farther. Now all labour
Marrs what it does: yea, very force entangles
It ſelf with ſtrength: Seal then and all is done.
Eros? I come, my Queen. Eros? Say for me,
Where Souls do couch on Flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our ſprightly Port make the Ghoſts gaze :
Dido, and her Œneas ſhall want Troops,
And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros.

Enter Eros.

Eros. What would my Lord ?
Ant. Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in ſuch diſhonour, that the gods
Detest my bafe neſs. I, that with my Sword,
Quarter'd the World, and o'te green Neptunes back.
With Ships, made Cities; condemn my ſelf, to lack
The Courage of a Woman, leſs Noble mind
Than ſhe which by her death, our Cæsar tells
I am Conqueror of my ſelf. Thou art ſworn Eros,
That when the exigent ſhould come, which now
Is come indeed: when I ſhould fee behind me
Th' inevitable profectuion of diſgrace and honour,
That on my command, thou then would't kill me.
Do't, the time is come: thou ſtrik't not me,
?Till Cæsar thou defeat't. Put colour in my cheek.
Eros. The gods with-hold me,
Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
(Though Enemy) loſt aim, and could not.
Anthony. Eros.

Would'ſt thou be window'd in great Rome, and ſee
The Maſter thus with pleacht Armes, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face ſubdu'd
To penetrative ſhame; whil't the wheel'd ſeat
Of ſonificant Cæsar drawn before him, branded
His bafe neſs that enfued.
Eros. I would not fee't.
Ant. Come then: for with a wound I muſt be cut'd.
Draw that thy honelt Sword which thou haſt worn
Moſt uſeful for thy Country.
Eros. Oh, Sir, pardon me.
Ant. When I did make thee free, ſwor't thou not then
To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,
Or thy precedent Services are all
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worſhip of the whole world lies.
Ant. Lo thee.
Eros. My Sword is drawn.
Ant. Then let it do at once
The thing why thou haſt drawn it.
Eros. My dear Maſter,
My Captain, and my Emperour. Let me ſay
Before I ſtrike this bloody ſtroke, farewel.
Ant. ?Tis faſd, man, and farewel.
Eros. Farwel, great Chieſ. Shall I ſtrike now ?
Ant. Now, Eros.
Eros. Why there then:

Thus I do eſcape the ſorrow of Anthony's death.
Ant. Thrice nobler than my ſelf,
Thou teacheſt me: Oh valiant Eros, what
I ſhould, and could'ſt not, my Queen and Eros

Have by their brave inſtruction got upon me
A Noblenſs in Record. But I will be
A Bride-groom in my death, and run into't
As to a Lovers bed. Come then, and Eros,
Thy Maſter dies thy Scholar: to do thus
I learnt of thee. How, not dead? not dead?
The Guard, how? oh dispatch me.

Enter a Guard.

1. Guard. What's the noife?

Ant. I have done my work, ill Friends:
O make an end of what I have begun.

2. The Star is fall.

1. And time is at his Period.

All. Alas, and woe.

Ant. Let him that loves me, ſtrike me dead.

1. Not I.

2. Not I.

3. Nor any one. [Exeunt.

Decre. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers flye.
This Sword but ſhewn to Cæsar with this tidings,
Shall enter me with him.

Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Where's Anthony?

Decre. There, Diomed, there.

Diom. Lives he ? wilt thou not anſwer, man ?

Ant. Art thou there, Diomed?

Draw thy Sword, and give me
Sufficing ſtrokes for death.

Dio. Moſt abſolute Lord,
My Maſter Cleopatra ſent me to thee.

Ant. When did he ſend thee?

Diom. Now, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he ?

(fear

Diom. Lockt in her Monument: ſhe had a Propheſying
Of what hath come to pafs: for when ſhe ſaw
(Which never ſhall be found) you did ſuſpect
She had diſpos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, ſhe ſent you word ſhe was dead:
But fearing ſince how it might work, hath ſent
Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come
I dread, too late.

Ant. Too late, good Diomed: call my Guard I prethee.

Dio. What hoo: the Emperours Guard.
The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calls.

Enter four or five of the Guard of Anthony.

Ant. Bear me, good Friends, where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the laſt ſervice that I ſhall command you.

1. Woe, woe are we, Sir, you may not live to wear
All your true Followers out.

All. Moſt heavy day.

Ant. Nay, good my ſellows, do not pleafe ſharp ſate
To grace it with your forrows. Bid that welcom
Which comes to puniſh us, and we puniſh it

Seming to bear it lightly. Take me up,
I have led you oft, carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all. [Exeunt bearing Anthony.

Enter Cleopatra, and her Maids aloft, with
Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence.

Char. Be comforted, dear Madam.

Cleo. No, I will not :

All ſtrange and terrible events are welcom,
But comforts we deſpife: our ſize of ſorrow
Proportion'd to our cauſe, muſt be as great
As that which makes it.

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Enter Diomed.

How now? Is he dead?

Diomed. His Death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o'th' other fide your Monument,
His Guard have brought him hither.

Enter Anthony, and the Guard.

Cleo. O Sun,
Burn the great Sphere thou mov'd in, darkling land
The varying Shore o'th' world. O Antony, Antony, Antony,
Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help: help, friends,
Below, let's draw him hither.

Ant. Peace,
Not Cæsar's Valour hath o'er-thrown Anthony,
But Anthony hath triumphed on it self.

Cleo. So it should be,
That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,
But woe ?tis fo.

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying: Only
I here importune Death awhile, until
Of many thousand kiss the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.
Cleo. I dare not, Dear,
Dear my Lord, pardon: I dare not,
Left I be taken: Not th' imperious few
Of the dull-fortun'd Cæsar, ever shall
Be broach'd with me, If Knife, Drugs, Serpents have,
Edge, Sting, or Operation, I am fane:
Your Wife Ochavia, with her modeſt Eyes,
And ſtill conclusion, ſhall acquire honour,
Demuring upon me: But, come, come, Antony,
Help me, my Women, we must draw thee up:
Affiſt, good friends.

Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone.
Cleo. Here's ſport indeed:
How heavy weighs my Lord?
Our ſtrength is all gone into heavineſs,
That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
The ſtrong wing'd Mercury ſhould fetch thee up,
And fet thee by Jove's ſide. Yet come a little,
Wifhers were ever Fools. Oh come, come, come.
[ I hey heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra.

All. A heavy fight.
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Give me fome Wine, and let me ſpeak a little.
Cleo. No, let me ſpeak, and let me rail ſo high,
That the falſe Huswife, Fortune, break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word (fweet Queen)
Of Cæsar ſeek your honour, with your ſafety. Oh
Cleo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me,
None about Cæsar truſt, but Proculius.
Cleo. My ſolution, and my hands, I'll truſt,
None about Cæsar.
Ant. The miferable change now at my end,
Lament nor ſorrow at: But please your thoughts
In feeding them with thofe my former fortunes,
Wherein I liv'd. The greatest Prince o'th'world,
The Nobleft: and do not SAFely die,
Not Cowardly, put off my Helmet to
My Countryman. A Roman, by a Reman
Valiantly vanquifh'd. Now my ſpirit is going,
I can no more.

Cleo. Nobleſt of men, woo't die,
Haſt thou no care of me, ſhall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy abſence is
No better than a Stye? O ſee, my Women:

The Crown o'th' Earth doth melt. My Lord?
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the War.
The Souldiers Pole is faln: Young Boys and Girls
Are level now with men: The odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable,
Beneath the viſing moon.

Char. Oh quietneſs, Lady.
Iras. She's dead too, our Sovereign,
Char. Lady.
Iras. Madam.
Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam.
Iras. Royal Egypt: Empreſs.
Char. Peace, peace, Iras.
Cleo. No more but in a Woman, and commanded
By ſuch poor paffion, as the Maid that milks,
And does the meaneſt chares. It were for me
To throw my Scepter at the injurious gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had ſtoin our Jewel. All's but nought:
Patience is ſottifh, and Impatience does
Become a Dog that's mad: Then is it ſin,
To ruſh into the ſecre ſhoule of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what good cheer? why how now, Charmian?
My Noble Girls? Ah, women, women! Look,
Our Lamp is ſpent, it's out. Good Sirs, take heart,
We'll bury him: And then what's brave, what's Noble,
Let's do't after the high Roman fashion,
And make Death proud to take us. Come, away,
This caſe of that huge Spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! Come, we have no friend,
But Refuſation, and the briefeſt end.

[Exeunt, bearing of Anthony's Bo.

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Menas, with his Counsel of War.

Cæs. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield,
Being ſo fruſtrate, tell him,
He mucks the pawſes that he makes.
Dol. Cæsar, I ſhall.

Enter Decretas with the Sword of Anthony.

Cæs. VWherefore is that? and what art thou that dar't
Appear thus to us?

Dec. I am called Decretas,
Mark Anthony I ſerv'd, who beſt was worthy
Beſt to be ſerv'd: whilft he ſtood up, and ſpoke,
He was my Maſler, and I wore my life
To ſpend upon his haters. If thou pleafe
To take me to thee, as I was to him,
I'll be to Cæsar: If thou pleafeſt not,
I yield thee up my life.

Cæs. VWhat is't thou ſayeſt?
Dec. I ſay (Oh Cæsar) Anthony is dead.
Cæs. The breaking of ſo great a thing, ſhould make
A greater crack. The round world
Should have ſhook Lyons into civil ſtreaſts,
And Citizens to their Dens. The Death of Anthony
Is not a ſingle Doom, in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

Dec. He is dead Cæsar,
Not by a publick minifter of Juſtice,
Nor by a hired Knife, but that ſelf hand
Which writ his honour in the Aſts it did,
Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,
I robb'd his wound of it: Behold it stain'd
With his moſt noble Blood.

Cæs. Look you, ſad friends,
The gods rebuke me, but it is a Tidings
To waſh the eyes of Kings.

Dol. And ſtrange it is,

Dol. And ſtrange it is,

That

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But yet let me lament", "With tears as Soveragin as the blood of hearts,", "That thou my Brother, my Competitor,", "In top of all design, my Mate in Empire,", "Friend and Companion in the front of War,", "The Arm of mine own Body, and the heart", "Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Stars", "Unreconcileable, should divide our equalnefs to this.", "Hear me, good Friends,", "But I will tell you at fome meete Seafon,", "The bufinefs of this man looks out of him,", "We'll hear him what he fayes.", "Enter an Egyptian.", "Whence are you?", "Ægypt. A poor Egyptian yet, the Queen my Miftris", "Confined in all, he has her Monument", "Of thy intentions, defires, infraction,", "That he preparedly may frame her felf", "To th' way that he's forct to.", "Cæf. Bid her have good heart,", "She foon shall know of us, by fome of ours,", "How honourable, and how kindely we", "Determine for her. For Cæsar cannot leave to be ungentle", "Ægypt. So the gods prefer thee.", "Cæf. Come hither Proculeius, go and fay", "We purpofe her no fame: give her what comforts", "The quality of her paffon fhall require ;", "Left in her greatneſs, by ſome mortal ſtroke", "She do defeat us. For her life in Rome", "Would be eternal in our triumph : go,", "And with your ſpeediſt bring us what he fayes,", "And how you find of her.", "Pro. Cæsar, I fhall.", "[Exit] Proculeius.", "Cæf. Gallia, go you along: where's Dolabella, to ſecond\nProculeius?", "All. Dolabella.", "Cæf. Let him alone: for I remember now", "How he's employ'd: he fhall in time be ready.", "Go with me to my Tent, where you ſhall fee", "How hardly I was drawn into this War,", "How calm and gentle I proceeded fill", "In all my Writings. Go with me, and fee", "What I can ſhew in this.", "[Exeunt.]", "Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.", "Cælo. My defolation does begin to make", "A better life : 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar :", "Not being fortune, he's but fortunes knave,", "A minifter of her will: and it is great,", "To do that thing that ends all other deeds,", "Which flackles accidents, and bolts up change;", "Which fleeps, and never pallats more the dung,", "The Beggar's Nurfe, and Cæsars.", "Enter Proculeius.", "Pro. Cæsar fends greeting to the Queen of Egypt,\nAnd bids thee fludy on what fair demands", "Thou mean't to have him grant thee.", "Cælo. What's the name ?", "Pro. My name is Proculeius.", "Cælo. Anthony", "Did tell me of you, bad me truſt you, but", "I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd", "That have no uſe for truſting. If your Maſter", "Would have a Queen his Beggar, you muſt tell him,", "That Majeſt, to keep decorum, muſt", "No leſs beg than a Kingdom : if he pleafe", "To give me conquer'd Egypt for my Son,", "He gives me ſo much of mine own, as I", "Will kneel to him with thanks.", "Pro. Be of good cheer :", "Y'are ſaln into a Princely hand, fear nothing,", "Make your full reference freely to my Lord,", "Who is full of Grace, that it flows over", "On all that need. Let me report to him", "Your ſwect dependency, and you ſhall find", "A Conquerour that will pray in aid for kindneſs,", "Where he for Grace is kneel'd to.", "Cælo. Pray you tell him,", "I am his Fortunes Vafſal, and I ſend him", "The greatneſs he has got. I hourly learn", "A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly", "Look him i' th' Face.", "Pto. This I'le report (dear Lady)", "Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied", "Of him that caus'd it.", "Char. You fee how eafily he may be ſurpris'd :", "Guard her till Cæsar come.", "Iras. Royal Queen.", "Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queen.", "Cælo. Quick, quick, good hands.", "Pro. Hold, worthy Lady, hold :", "Do not your ſelf ſuch wrong, who are in this", "Reliev'd, but not betraid.", "Cælo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languifh?", "Pro. Cleopatra, do not abufe my Maſters bounty, by", "Th' undoing of your ſelf : Let the world fee", "His Noblenefs well aſted, which your death", "Will never let come forth.", "Cælo. Where art thou, Death ?", "Come hither, come : Come, and take a Queen", "Worth many Babes and Beggars.", "Pro. Oh temperance, Lady.", "Cælo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'le not drink, Sir :", "If idle talk will once be neceſſary,", "I'le not ſleep neither. This mortal houſe I'le ruine,", "Do Cæsar what he can. Know, Sir, that I", "Will not wait pinnion'd at your Maſter's Court,", "Not once to be chafitis'd with the ſober eye", "Of dull Oſtavia. Shall they hoſt me up,", "And ſhew me to the ſhouting Varlotry", "Of cenfuring Rome ? rather a ditch in Egypt.", "Be gentle, grave, unto me: rather on Nilus mud", "Lay me ſtark nak'd, and let the water-Flies", "Blow me into abhorring : rather make", "My Countreys high Pyramids my Gibbet,", {"bbox": [475, 1110, 643,

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Cleo. Say. I would die.
Dol. Moſt Noble Empreſs, you have heard of me.
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Affuredly you know me.
Cleo. No matter, Sir, what I have heard or known:
You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreams,
Is't not your trick?
Dol. I undеſtand not, Madam.
Cleo. I dreamt there was an Emperour Anthony.
Oh ſuch another ſleep, that I might fee
But ſuch another man.
Dol. If it might please ye.
Cleo. His face was as the Heavens, and therein ſuck
A Sun and Moon, which kept their courſe, and lighted
The little oth' Earth.
Dol. Moſt Sovereign Creature.
Cleo. His Legs beſtrid the Ocean, his rear'd Arm
Creſted the World: his Voice was propertied
As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends:
But when he meant to quail, and ſhake the Orb,
He was as ratling Thunder. For his bounty,
There was no Winter in't. An Anthony it was,
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Were Dolphin-like, they ſhew'd his back above
The Element they liv'd in; In his Livery
Walk'd Crowns and Crowneſs: Realms and Iflands
As plates dropt from his pocket.
Dol. Cleopatra.
Cleo. Think you there was, or might be ſuch a man
As this I dreamt of?
Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
Cleo. You Lye-up to the hearing of the gods:
But if there be, or ever were one ſuch,
Its paſt the ſize of dreaming: Nature wants ſtuff
To vy ſtrange forms with fancy, yet t' imagine
An Anthony with Natures piece, 'gainſt Fancy,
Condemning ſhadows quite,
Dol. Hear me, good Madam:
Your loſs is as your ſelf, great; and you bear it.
As anſwering to the weight, would I might never
O're-take purſu'd ſucceſs: but I do feel
By the rebound of yours, a grief that ſuits
My very heart at root.
Cleo. I thank you, Sir:
Know you what Caſar means to do with me?
Dol. I am loth to tell you what, I would you knew.
Cleo. Nay, pray you, Sir.
Dol. Though he be honourable.
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph.
Dol. Madam, he will, I know't.

Enter Proculeius, Cæsar, Gallus, Mecænas,
and others of his Train.

All. Make way there, Cæsar.
Caf. Which is the Queen of Egypt.
Dol. It is the Emperour, Madam.
Caf. Arife, you ſhall not kneel:
I pray you rife, rife, Egypt.
Cleo. Sir, the gods will have it thus,
My Maſter and my Lord I much obey.
Caf. Take to you no hard thoughts.
The Record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our ſleſh, we ſhall remember
As things but done by chance.
Cleo. Sole Sir oth' World,
I cannot project mine own cauſe ſo well
To make it clear, but do confefſs I have
Been laden with like frailties, which before
Have often ſham'd our Sex.
Caf. Cleopatra, know,
We will extenuate rather than inſorce:
If you apply your ſelf to our intents,
Which towards you are moſt gentle, you ſhall find

A benefit in this change, but if you ſeek
To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking
Anthony's courſe, you ſhall bereave your ſelf
Of my good purpofes, and put your Children
To that deſtruction which I'll guard them from,
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
Cleo. And may through all the World'tis yours, and me
Your Scutcheons, and your figs of Conqueſt ſhall
Hang in what place you pleaſe. Here, my good Lord.
Caf. You ſhall adviſe me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the brief: of Money, Plate, and Jewels
I am poffeſt of, 'tis exactly valued,
Not pretty things admitted. Whereas Seleucus?
Sel. Here, Madam.
Cleo. This is my Treafurer, let him ſpeak (my Lord)
Upon his peril, that I have reſerv'd
To my ſelf nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam, I had rather ſeel my Lips,
Than to my peril ſpeak that which is not.
Cleo. What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchafe what you have made known.
Caf. Nay, bluſh not, Cleopatra, I approve
Your wifdom in the deed.
Cleo. See Caſar: Oh behold,
How pomp is followed: mine will now be yours,
And ſhould we shift Eſtates, yours would be mine,
The ingratitude of this Seleucus, do's
Even make me wild. Oh Slave, of no more truſt
Go back I warrant thee: but I'll catch thine Eyes
Though they had Wings. Slave, Soul-leſs, Villain, Dog
O rarely bafe!
Caf. Good Queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Caſar, what a wounding ſhame is this,
That thou vouchſaſing here to viſit me,
Doing the honour of thy Lordlinesſ
To one ſo meek, that mine own Servant ſhould
Parcel the ſumm of my diſgraces, by
Addition of his Envy! Say (good Caſar)
That I ſome Lady-trifles have reſerv'd,
Immoment toyes, things of ſuch Dignity
As we greet modern Friends withal, and ſay
Some Nobler Token I have kept apart
For Livia and Oſtavia, to induce
Their meditation, muſt I be unfolded
With one that I have bred: the gods! it ſimitſes me
Beneath the fall I have. Prethee go hence,
Or I ſhall ſhew the Cynders of my ſpirits
Through th' affes of my chance: Wer't thou a man,
Thou would't ſt have mercy on me.
Caf. Forbear, Seleucus.
Cleo. Be it known, that we the greatest are miſ thought
For things that others do: and when we fall,
We anſwer others meriſes, in our name
Are therefore to be pittied.
Caf. Cleopatra,
Not what you have reſerv'd, nor what acknowledg'd
Put we i' th' Roll of Conqueſt: still be't yours,
Beflow it at your pleafure, and believe
Caſar's no Merchant to make prize with you
Of things that Merchants fold. Therefore be cheer'd,
Make not your thoughts your Prifons: No, dear Queen,
For we intend ſo to diſpofe you, as
Your ſelf ſhall give us confuſel: Feed, and ſleep:
Our care and pitty is ſo much upon you,
That we remain your Friend, and ſo adieu.
Cleo. My Maſter, and my Lord.
Caf. Not ſo: Adieu.

[Exeunt Caſar, and his train.

Cleo. He words me, Girls, he words me,
That I ſhould not be noble to my ſelf.
But hark thee, Cbarmian.
Iras. Finiſh, good Lady, the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.

The Tragedy of Anthony and Cleopatra.

A Lais unparallel'd. Downy Windows clofe,
And golden Phœbus never be beheld
Of Eyes again so Royal: your Crowns away,
I'll mend it, and then play —

Enter the Guard ruftling in, and Dolabella.

1. **Guard.** Where's the Queen?

Char. Speak softly, wake her not.

1. **Cæsar** hath fent.

Char. Too low a Melfenger.

Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feel thee.

1. **Approach ho,**

All's not well : Cæsar's beguil'd.

2. There's Dolabella fent from Cæsar : call him.

1. What work is here, Charmian ?

Is this well done ?

Char. It's well done, and fitting for a Princefs

Defended of so many Royal Kings.

Ah Souldier!

[Charmian dyes.

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. How goes it here ?

2. **Guard.** All dead.

Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts

Touch their effects in this: thy felf art coming
To fee perform'd the dreaded Act which thou
So fought it to hinder.

Enter Cæsar and all his Train, marching.

All. Make way there, make way for Cæsar.

Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too fure an Augurer :

That you did fear, is done.

Cæsar. Bravest at the last,

She levell'd at our purpofes, and being Royal
Took her own way: the manner of her Death's ?
I do not fee them bleed.

Dol. Who was laft with them ?

1. **Guard.** A simple Countryman, that brought her Figs : This was his Basket.

Cæf. Poyfon'd then.

1. **Guard.** Oh Cæsar :
This Charmian liv'd but now, the flood and spake :
I found her trimming up the Diadem,
On her dead Miftrifs, tremblingly the flood,
And on the sudden dropt.

Cæsar. Oh noble weakneſs :

If they had fwalled poyfon, 'twould appear.
By external ſwellings : but the looks like ſleep,
As the would catch another Anthony

In her ſtrong toil of Grace.

Dol. Here on her Breast,

There is a vent of blood, and ſomething blown,
The like is on her Arm.

1. **Guard.** This an Aſpects trail
And theſe Fig-leaves have ſime upon them ſuch
As th' Aſpick leaves upon the Caves of Nile,
Cæf. Moſt probable

That ſo the died: for her Phyſician tells me
She hath purfu'd Conflutions infinite
Of eafie ways to dye. Take up her Bed,
And bear her Women from the Monument,
She ſhall be buried by her Anthony.
No Grave upon the Earth ſhall clip in it
A pair ſo famous: high events as theſe
Strike thofe that make them : and their ſtory is
No leſs in pitty, than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our Army ſhall,
In ſolemn ſhew, attend this Funeral,
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, fee
High Order in this great Solemnity.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

THE
TRAGEDY
OF
CYMBELINE.

Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent.

Y

O U do not meet a man but frowns.
Our blouds no more obey the Heavens
Than our Courtiers:

Still seem as do's the Kings.

2 Gent. But what's the matter ?

1. His Daughter, and the Heir of's Kingdom (whom He purpos'd to his Wives sole Son, a Widow That late he married) hath referr'd her self Unto a poor, but worthy Gentleman. She's wedded. Her Husband banifh'd; he imprifon'd, all Is outward forrow, though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart.

2. None but the King?

1. He that hath loft her too: fo is the Queen,
That moſt defir'd the Match. But not a Courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the Kings looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they ſcoul at.

2. And why fo ?

1. He that hath miſs'd the Princeſs, is a thing
Too bad, for bad report: and he that hath her,
(I mean, that married her, alack good man,
And therefore banifh'd) is a Creature, ſuch,
As to ſEEK through the Regions of the Earth
For one, he likès; there would be ſomething failing
In him, that ſhould compare. I do not think,
So fair an Outward, and ſuch ſtuff within
Endows a man, but he.

2. You ſpeak him fair.

1. I do extend him (Sir) which himself,
Cruff him together, rather than unfold
His meaſure dully.

2. What's his name and Birth ?

1. I cannot delve him to the root: his Father
Was call'd Sicillius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans, with Caffibelan,
But had his Titles by Tenantius, whom
He ſerv'd with Glory and admir'd Successs:
So gain'd the Sur-addition, Leonatus.
And had (befides this Gentleman in queſtion)
Two other Sons, who in the Wars o' th' time
Dy'd with their Swords in hand. For which their Father
Then old, and fond of ſiſue, took ſuch forrow
That he quit Being; and his gentle Lady
Big of this Gentleman (our Theam deceaſt)

As he was born. The King he takes the Babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him, and makes him of his Bed-Chamber,
Puts to him all the Learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of, which he took
As we do air, faſt as 'twas miniftr'd,
And in's Spring, became a Harveſt: Liv'd in Court
(Which rare it is to do) moſt prais'd, moſt lov'd,
A fample to the youngeſt: to th' more Mature,
A glaſs that feated them: and to the graver,
A Child that guided Dotards. To his Miftrifs,
(For whom he now is banifh'd) her own price
Proclaims how he ſeem'd him; and his Vertue
By her Election may be truly read, what kind of man he is.

2. I honour him, even out of your report.

But pray you tell me, is the ſole Child to th' King?

1. His only Child?

He had two Sons (if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it) the eldest of them, at three years old
I' th' ſwathing Cloaths, the other from their Nurſery
Were ſtołn, and to this hour, no gueſs in knowledge
Which way they went.

2. How long is this ago ?

1. Some twenty years.

2. That a Kings Children ſhould be ſo convey'd,
So ſlackly guarded, and the ſeareh ſo flow
That could not trace them.

1. Howfoere 'tis ſtrange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at:
Yet is it true, Sir.

2. I do well believe you.

1. We muſt forbear. Here comes the Gentleman,
The Queen, and Princeſs.
[Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter the Queen, Poſthumus, and Imogen.

Qu. No, be ſaſſur'd you ſhall not find me (Daughter)
After the ſlander of moſt Step-Mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you. You're my Prifoner, but
Your Gaoler ſhall deliver you the Keys
That lock up your reſtraint. For you, Poſthumus,
So ſoon as I can win th' offended King,
I will be known your Advocate: marry yet
The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his Sentence, with what patience

Your

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Your wisdom may inform you.
*Poſt.* Pleafe your Highneſs,
I will from hence to day.
*Que.* You know the peril:
I'll fetch a turn about the Garden, pitying
The bangs of barr'd affections, though the King
Hath charg'd you should not ſpeak together.

[Exit.

*Imo.* O dilembling Curteſie! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where ſhe wounds? My deareſt Husband,
I ſomething fear my Fathers wrath, but nothing
(Always referv'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You muſt be gone,
And I ſhall here abide the hourly ſnot
Of angry eyes: not comforted to live,
But that there is this Jewel in the world,
That I may fee again.

*Poſt.* My Queen, my Miftris:
O Lady, weep no more, left I give cauſe
To be ſuſpected of more tenderneſs
Than doth become a man. I will remain
The ſoayl't husband, that did ere plight troth.
My refidence in Rome, at one Florio's,
Who to my Father was a friend, to me
Known but by Letter; thither write (my Queen)
And with mine eyes, I'll drink the words you ſend,
Though Ink be made of Gall.

Enter Queen.

*Que.* Be brief, I pray you:
If the King come, I ſhall incur, I know not
How much of his diſpleasure: yet I'll move him
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he do's buy my injuries, to be friends.
Payes dear for my offences.
*Poſt.* Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The lothneſs to depart, would grow: Adien.
*Imo.* Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air your ſelf,
Such parting were too petty. Look here (Love)
This Diamond was my Mothers: take it (Heart)
But keep it till you wooe another Wife,
When Imogen is dead.
*Poſt.* How, how? Another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And fear up my embracements from a next,
With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here,
While fenſe can keep it on: And ſweeteſt, faireſt,
As I (my poor ſelf) did exchange for you
To your ſo infinite loſs: ſo in our trifles
I ſtill win of you. For my ſake wear this,
It is a Manacle of Love, I'll place it
Upon this faireſt Prifoner.
*Imo.* O the gods!
When ſhall we fee again?

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.

*Poſt.* Alack, the King.
*Cym.* Thou bafeſt thing, avoid hence, from my fight:
If after this command thou fraught the Court
With thy unwothineſs, thou dyeſt. Away,
Thou'rt poſson to my bloud.
*Poſt.* The gods protect you,
And bleſs the good Remainders of the Court:
I am gone.
*Imo.* There cannot be a pinch in death
More ſharp than this is.
*Cym.* O diſloyal thing,
That ſhould'ſt repair my youth, thou heap'ſt
A years age on me.
*Imo.* I beſech you, Sir,
Harm not your ſelf with your vexation,

I am ſenſeleſs of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
*Cym.* Paſt Grace? Obedience?
*Imo.* Paſt hope, and in diſpair, that way paſt Grace.
*Cym.* That might'ſt have had
The ſole Son of my Queen.
*Imo.* O bleſſed that I might not: I choſe an Eagle,
And did avoid a Puttock.
*Cym.* Thou took'ſt a Beggar, would'ſt have made my
Throne, a Seat for bafeſens.
*Imo.* No, I rather added a luſtre to it.
*Cym.* O thou vile one !
*Imo.* Sir,
It is your fault that I have lov'd Poſt humours:
You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
A man, worth any woman: over-buys me
Almoſt the ſumm he payes.
*Cym.* What? art thou mad?
*Imo.* Almoſt, Sir: Heaven reſtore me: would I were
A Neat-herds Daughter, and my Lecnatus
Our Neighbour-Shepherds Son.

Enter Queen.

*Cym.* Thou foolish thing;
They were again together: you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.
*Que.* Befeech your patience: Peace,
Dear Lady Daughter, peace. Sweet Soveraign,
Leave us to our ſelves, and make your ſelf ſome comfort
Out of your beſt advice.
*Cym.* Nay, let her languifh
A drop of bloud aday, and being aged
Dye of this Folly.

Enter Pifanio.

[Exit.]

*Que.* Fie, you muſt give away:
Here is your Servant. How now, Sir? What news?
*Pif.* My Lord your Son, drew on my Maſter.
*Que.* Hah!
No harm I truſt is done ?
*Pif.* There might have been,
But that my Maſter rather plaid, than ſought,
And had no help of Anger: they were parted
By Gentlemen, at hand.
*Que.* I am very glad on't.
*Imo.* Your Son's my Fathers Friend, he takes his part
To draw upon an Exile, O brave Sir,
I would they were in Africa, both together,
My ſelf by with a Needle, that I might prick
The goer back. Why came you from your Maſter?
*Pif.* On his command: he would not ſuffer me
To bring him to the haven: left theſe notes
Of what commands I ſhould be ſubject to,
When't pleafe you to employ me.
*Que.* This hath been
Your faithful Servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain ſo.
*Pif.* I humbly thank you Highneſs.
*Que.* Pray walk a while.
*Imo.* About ſome half hour hence,
Pray you ſpeak with me;
You ſhall (at leaſt) go fee my Lord aboard.
For this time leave me.

[Exeunt.]

### Scena Tertia.

Enter Clotten, and two Lords.

I. Sir, I would adviſe you to ſhift a ſhirt; the Vio-
lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where
air

The Tradgedy of Cymbeline.

167

air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so whole as that you vent.

Clot. If my Shirt were bloudy, then to shift it.

Have I hurt him ?

2. No faith: not so much as his patience.

1. Hurt him ? His bodie's a paffable Carkaſs if he be not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steel if it be not hurt.

2. His Steel was in debt, it went oth' Back-fide the Town.

Clot. The Villain would not ſtand me.

2. No, but he fled forward fill, toward your face.

1. Stand you ? you have Land enough of your own :

But he added to your having, gave you ſome ground.

2. As many Inches, as you have Oceans (Puppies).

Clot. I would they had not come between us.

2. So would I, till you had meafur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.

Clot. And that he ſhould love this fellow, and refuse me.

2. If it be a fin to make a true election, he is damn'd.

1. Sir, as I told you always: her Beauty and her Brain go not together. She's a good ſign, but I have ſeen ſmall reflection of her wit.

2. She ſhines not upon Fools, left the reflection

Should hurt her.

Clot. Come, I'll to my Chamber: would there had been fome hurt done.

2. I will not ſo, unleſs it had been the fall of an Aſ, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us ?

1. I'll attend your Lordship.

Clot. Nay come, let's go together.

2. Well, my Lord.

### Scena Quarta.

#### Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.

Imo. I would thou grew'ſt unto the ſhores oth' haven,
And queſtion'd ſt every Sail: if he ſhould write,

And I not have it, 'twere a Paper loft

As offer'd mercy is: what was the laſt
That he ſpake to thee ?

Pisa. It was his Queen, his Queen.

Imo. Then wav'd his Handkerchief?

Pisa. And kift it, Madam.

Imo. Senſeleſs Linnen, happier therein than I:

And that was all ?

Pisa. No, Madam: for ſo long

As he could make me with his eyes, or ear,

Diftinguſh him from others, he did keep

The Deck, with Glove, or Hat, or Handkerchief,

Still waving, as the fits and flirrs of's mind

Could beſt exprefs how flow his Soul fail'd on,

How ſwift his Ship.

Imo. Thou ſhould'ſt have made him

As little as a Crow, or leſs, ere left

To after-eye him.

Pisa. Madam, ſo I did

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings ;

Crack'd them, but to look upon him, till the diminution

Of ſpace, had pointed him ſharp as my Needle :

Nay, followed him, till he had melted from

The ſmallneſs of a Gnat, to air: and then

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him.

Pisa. Be affur'd, Madam,

With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had

Moft pretty things to ſay: Ere I could tell him

How I would think on him at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and ſuch: Or I could make him ſwear,

The She's of Italy should not betray

Mine Interſt, and his Honour: or have charg'd him

At the fixth hour of Morn, at Noon, at Midnight,
I 'encounter me with Orifons, for then
I am in Heaven for him: Or ere I could,
Give him that parting kifs, which I had fet

Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father,

And like the tyrannous breathing of the North,

Shakes all our buds from growing.

#### Enter a Lady.

Ladies. The Queen (Madam)

Defires your highneſs Company.

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them diſpatch'd,
I will attend the Queen.

Pisa. Madam, I'll follow.

[Exeunt.]

### Scena Quinta.

#### Enter Philario, Iachimo, Frenchman, Dutchman, and a Spaniard.

Iach. Believe it, Sir; I have ſeen him in Britain; he was then of a Crefcent, none expected to prove so worthy, as ſince he hath been allowed the name of. But I could then have look'd on him, without the help of Admiration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his ſide, and I to peruse him by Items.

Phil. You ſpeak of him when he was leſſs ſurſiſh'd, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within.

French. I have ſeen him in France: we had very many there, could behold the Sun, with as firm eyes as he.

Iach. This matter of marrying his Kings Daughters, wherein he muſt be weighed rather by her value, than his own, words him (I doubt not) a great deal from the matter.

French. And then his baniſhment.

Iach. I, and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him, be it but to fortifie her judgement, which eſſe an eſſie battery might lay flat, for taking a Beggar without leſs quality. But how comes it, he is to ſojourn with you ? how creeps acquaintance ?

Phil. His father and I were Souldiers together, to whom I have been often bound for no leſs than my life.

#### Enter Poſthumus.

Here comes the Britain. Let him be ſo entertained a-mongſt you, as ſuits with Gentlemen of your knowing, to a ſtranger of his quality. I beſeech you all be better known to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you, as a Noble friend of mine. How worthy he is, I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than ſtory him in his own hearing.

Fren. Sir, we have known together in Orleances.

Poſt. Since when I have been debter to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay full.

Fren. Sir, you ore-rate my poor kindneſs, I was glad I did alone my Countryman and you; it had been pitty you ſhould have been put together, with ſo mortal a purpofe, as then each bore, upon importance of ſo flight and trivial a nature.

Poſt. By your pardon, Sir, I was then a young Traveller, rather, ſhun'd to go even with what I heard, than in my very action to be guided by others experiences: but upon my mended judgement (if I offend to ſay it is mended) my Quarrel was not altogether flight.

French. Faith yes, to be put to the arbitrement of ſwords, and by ſuch two, that would by all likelihood have confounded one the other, or have faſn both.

Iach. Can we with manners, ask what was the difference?

Fren. Safely, I think, 'twas a contention in publick, which may (without contradiction) ſuffer the report. It

was

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

was much alike an agreement that fell out laft night,
where each of us fell in praise of our Country-Milfresses.
This Gentleman, at that time vouching (and upon warrant
of cloudy affirmation) his to be more Fair, Vertuous, Wife,
Chaft, Conftant, Qualified, and leſs attemptable than any,
the rareſt of our Ladies in France.

Iach. That Lady is not now living: this Gentleman's
opinion by this worn out.

Poſt. She holds her Vertue ſill, and I my mind.

Iach. You muſt not ſo far preferr her, 'fore ours of
Italy.

Poſt. Being ſo far provok'd as I was in France: I would
abate her nothing, though I profefs my ſelf her Adorer,
not her Friend.

Iach. As fair, and as good : a kind of hand in hand
comparifon, had been ſomething too fair, and too good for
any Lady in Brittany : if ſhe went before others. I have ſeen,
as that Diamond of yours out-luſters many I have beheld,
I could not believe ſhe excelled many : but I have not ſeen
the moſt precious Diamond that is, nor you the Lady.

Poſt. I prais'd her, as I rated her : ſo do I my ſtone.

Iach. What do you eſſeem it at ?

Poſt. More than the world enjoys.

Iach. Either your unparagon'd Milſtris is dead, or ſhe's
out-priz'd by a trifle.

Poſt. You are miſtaken : the one may be ſold or given,
or if there were wealth enough for the purehaces, or merit
for the gift. The other is not a thing for ſale, and only the
gift of the gods.

Iach. Which the gods have given you ?

Poſt. Which by their Graces I will keep.

Iach. You may wear her in title yours: but you know
ſtrange Fowle light upon neighbouring Ponds. Your Ring
may be ſoln too, ſo your brace of unprizeable Eſtimations,
the one is but frail, and the other Caual. A cunning Thief,
or a (that way) accompliſh'd Courtier, would hazzard
the winning both of firſt and laſt.

Poſt. Your Italy contains none ſo accompliſh'd a Cour-
tier to convince the honour of my Milſtris : if in the ho-
ding or loſs of that, you term her frail, I do nothing doubt
you have ſlore of Thieves, notwithstanding I fear not my
Ring.

Phil. Let us leave here, Gentlemen.

Poſt. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I
thank him, makes no ſtranger of me, we are familiar at
firſt.

Iach. With five times ſo much converſation, I ſhould
get ground of your fair Milſtris; make her go back, even
to the yielding, had I admittance, and opportunity to
Friend.

Poſt. No, no.

Iach. I dare thereupon pawn the moyet of my Eſtate,
to your Ring, which in my opinion or evaluates it ſomethine :
but I make my wager rather againſt your Confidence, than
her Reputation. And to bar your offence herein too, I durſt
attempt it againſt any Lady in the world.

Poſt. You are a great deal abus'd in too bold a per-
fawſation, and I doubt not you ſuſtain what y'are worthy of,
by your Attempt.

Iach. What's that ?

Poſt. A Repulſe, though your Attempt (as you call it) deſerves more ; a puniſhment too.

Phil. Gentlemen, enough of this, it came in too ſud-
denly, let it dye as it was born, and I pray you be better
acquainted.

Iach. Would I had put my Eſtate, and my Neighbours
on th' approbation of what I have ſpoke.

Poſt. What Lady would you choofe to affair ?

Iach. Yours, whom in conſtancy you think ſtands ſo
safe. I will lay you ten thouſand Ducks to your Ring,
that commend me to the Court where your Lady is, with
no more advantage than the opportunity of a ſecond con-
ference, and I will bring from thence, that honour of hers,
which you imagine ſo referv'd.

Poſt. I will wage againſt your Gold, Gold to it: My
Ring I hold dear as my finger, 'tis part of it.

Iach. You are a friend, and therein the wifer : if you
buy Ladies ſleſh at, a Million a Dram, you cannot preſerve
it from tainting; but I fee you have ſome Religion in you,
that you fear.

Poſt. This is but a cuſtom in your tongue: you bear a
graver purpofe I hope.

Iach. I am the Maſter of my ſpeeches, and would under-
go what's ſpoken, I ſwear.

Poſt. Will you ? I ſhall but lend my Diamond till your
return: let there be Covenants drawn between's. My
Milſtris exceeds in goodneſs, the hugeneſs of your unworthy
things. I dare you to this match: here's my Ring.

Phil. I will have it no lay.

Iach. By the gods it is one : if I bring you no ſuſcient
Teſtimony that I have enjoy'd the deareſt bodily part of
your Milſtris: my ten thouſand Ducks are yours, ſo is
your Diamond too: if I come off, and leave her in ſuch
honour as you have truſt in: She your Jewel, this your
Jewel, and my Gold are yours: provided I have your com-
mendation, for my more entertainment.

Poſt. I embrace theſe Conditions, let us have Articles
betwixt us: only thus far you ſhall anſwer, if you make
your voyage upon her, and give me directly to underſand,
you have prevail'd, I am no further your Enemy, ſhe is not
worth our debate. If ſhe remain unſedu'd, you not
making it appear otherwife : for your ill opinion, and
th' affair you have made to her chaſtity, you ſhall anſwer
me with your Sword.

Iach. Your hand, a Covenant: we will have theſe things
fet down by lawful Counſel, and ſtraight away for Britain,
left the Bargain ſhould catch cold, and ſtare: I will fetch
my Gold, and have our two Wagers recorded,

Poſt. Agreed.

French. Will this hold, think you.

Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it.

Pray let us follow 'em.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Sexta.

Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius.

Que. Whiles yet the dew's on ground
Gather theſe Flowers,

Make haſt. Who has the note of them?

Lad. I Madam.

Que. Difpatch.

[Exeunt Ladies.

Now Maſter Doctor, have you brought theſe drugs :

Cor. Pleaſeth your hignefs, I: here they are, Madam:
But I beſeech your Grace, without offence
(My Conſcience bids me ask) wherefore you have
Commanded of me theſe moſt poſionous Compounds,
Which are the movers of a languifhing death :
But though flow, deadly.

Que. I wonder, Doctor,

Thou ask'ſt me ſuch a Quſtion; have I not been
Thy Pupill long ? haſt thou not learn'd me how
To make Perfumes ? Diftil? Preferve? Yea ſo,
That our great King himſelf doth wooe me of't
For my Conſections ? having thus far proceeded,
(Unleſs thou think'ſt me devilifh) is it not meet
That I did ampliſe my judgement in
Other Concluſions? I will try the forces
Of theſe thy Compounds, on ſuch Creatures as
We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)
To try the vigour of them, and apply
Allayments to their Act, and by them gather
Their ſeveral vertues, and effects.

Corn. Your hignefes

Shall from this practice, but make hard your heart:
Besides, the ſeeing theſe effects will be

Both

["The Tragedy of Cymbeline.", "169", "Both noyfome and infectious.", "Qu. O content thee.", "Enter Pifanio.", "Here comes a flattering Rafcal, upon him\nWill I first work: He's for his Mafter,\nAnd Enemy to my Son. How now, Pifanio?\nDoctor, your fervice for this time is ended,\nTake your own way.", "Cor. I do fupſect you, Madam.", "But you ſhall do no harm.", "Qu. Hark thee a word.", "Cor. I do not like her. She doth think ſhe has\nStrange ling'ring poſions: I do know her ſpirit,\nAnd will not truſt one of her malice, with\nA drug of ſuch damn'd Nature. Thoſe ſhe has,\nWill ſupſeue and dull the Senſe a while,\nWhich first (perchance) ſhe'll prove on Cats and Dogs,\nThen afterward up higher: but there is\nNo danger in what ſhew of death it makes,\nMore than the locking up the Spirits a time,\nTo be more fresh, reviving. She is ſool'd\nWith a moſt falſe effect: and I the truer,\nSo to be falſe with her.", "Qu. No further ſervice, Doctor,", "Until I ſend for thee.", "Cor. I humbly take my leave.", "Qu. Weeps ſhe ſtill (ſaſt thou?)", "Do it thou think in time", "She will not quench, and let inſtructions enter\nWhere folly now poſſes? do thou work:\nWhen thou halt bring me word ſhe loves my Son,\nI'll tell thee on the instant, thou art then\nAs great as is thy Maſter: Greater, for\nHis Fortunes all ſie ſpeechleſs, and his name\nIs at laſt gapſ. Return he cannot, nor", "Continue where he is: to ſhift his being,\nIs to exchange one mifery with another,\nAnd every day that comes, comes to decay", "A dayes work in him. What halt thou expect\nTo be depender of a thing that leans ?", "Who cannot be new built, nor has no Friends", "So much, as but to prop him? Thou tak'st up\nThou knowſt not what: But take it for thy labour,\nIt is a thing I make, which hath the King", "Five times redeem'd from death. I do not know\nWhat is more Cordial. Nay I prethee take it,\nIt is an earneſt of a farther good", "That I mean to thee. Tell thy Miftrifs how\nThe cafe ſtands with her: do't, as from thy ſelf:\nThink what a chance thou changeſt on, but think\nThou haſt thy Miftrifs ſtill, to boot, my Son,\nWho ſhall take notice of thee. I'll move the King", "To any ſhape of thy Preferment, ſuch\nAs thou'nt deſire: and then my ſelf, I chieſely,", "That fet thee on to this defert, am bound\nTo load thy merit richly. Call my Women. [Exit Pifanio.", "Think on my words. A flye, and conſtant Knave,\nNot to be ſhak'd: the Agent for his Maſter,\nAnd the Remembrancer of her, to hold\nThe hand faſt to her Lord. I have given him that,", "Which if he take, ſhall quite unpeople her\nOf Leidgers for her Sweet: and which ſhe after,\nExcept the bend her humour, ſhall be affur'd", "To taſte of too.", "Enter Pifanio, and Ladies.", "So, fo: well done, well done:", "The Violets, Cowflips, and the Prime-Roſes", "Bear to my Cloſet: Fare thee well, Pifanio,", "Think on my words.", ": [Exit Queen, and Ladies.", "Pifania. And ſhall do:", "But when to my good Lord, I prove untrue,\nI'll choak my ſelf: there's all I'll do for you.", "[Exit.", "Scena Septima.", "Enter Imogen alone.", "Imo. A Father cruel, and a Stepdame falſe,", "A Fooliſh Suiter to a Wedded Lady,\nThat hath her Husband baniſh'd: O, that Husband,", "My ſupream Crown of grief, and thofe repeated", "Vexations of it. Had I been Thieſt-ſoln,\nAs my two Brothers, happy; but moſt miſerable", "Is the deſire that's glorious. Bleſſed be thofe", "How mean fo ere, that have their honeſt wills,\nWhich ſeafons comfort. Who may this be? Fie.", "Enter Pifanio, and Jachimo.", "Pifia. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome,", "Comes from my Lord with Letters.", "Jach. Change you, Madam!", "The Worthy Leonatus is in ſafetie,", "And greets your Highneſs dearly.", "Imo. Thanks, good Sir,", "You're kindly welcome.", "Jach. All of her, that is out of door, moſt rich:", "If ſhe be furniſh'd with a mind ſo rare,", "She is alone th' Arabian-Bird; and I", "Have loft the wager. Boldneſs be my Friend :", "Arm me Audacity from head to foot,", "Or like the Parthian I ſhall flying fight,", "Rather directly flye", "Imogen reads.", "He is one of the Nobleft note, to whose kindneſſes I am moſt\ninſinitely tyed. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value\nyour truſt.\nLeonatus.", "So far I read aloud.", "But even the very middle of my heart", "Is warm'd by th' reſt, and take it thankfully.", "You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as I", "Have words to bid you, and ſhall find it ſo", "In all that I can do,", "Jach. Thanks, faireſt Lady:", "What are men mad? hath Nature given them Eyes", "To fee this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop", "Of Sea, and Land, which can diſtinguſh 'twixt", "The ſiery Orbes above, and the twinn'd Stones", "Upon the number'd Beach, and can we not", "Partition make with ſpectacles ſo pretious", "'Twixt fair, and foul?", "Imo. What makes your admiration?", "Jach. It cannot be i' th' Eye: for Apes, and Monkeys\n'Twixt two ſuch ſhe's, would chatter this way, and\nContemn with mowes the other. Nor i' th' judgment:", "For Ideots in this cafe of favour, would", "Be wifely deſinit: Nor in the Appetite,", "Sluttery to ſuch neat Excellence, oppos'd", "Should make deſire vomit emptineſs,", "Not ſo allur'd to feed.", "Imo. What is the matter trow?", "Jach. The Cloyed will,", "That fatiate yet unſatistſi'd deſire, that Tub", "Both fill'd and running: Ravening first the Lamb,", "Longs after the Garbage.", "Imo. What, dear Sir,", "Thus rap's you? Are you well?", "Jach. Thanks, Madam, well: Befeech you, Sir,", "Deſire my Man's abode, where I did leave him :", "He's ſtrange and peeviſh.", "• Pifana. I was going, Sir,", "Ppp", "To", "to it: My\nſer: if you\nnot preſerve\ngion in you,\nyou bear a\nould under-\nand till your\nQueen's. My\nunworthy\nRing.", "no ſufficier\nidly part of\nyours, ſo I\nher in ſuch\nthis your\ncom-\nave Articles\nif you make\nunderland,\nyes, ſhe is not\nyou not\npinion, and\nthall antwa", "[Exeunt.", "Euen Ladi\nrugs: Madam:\nave\nounds,", "en\nw\nTo\n\n, I\n\n, d\n\n, m\n\n, u\n\n, m\n\n, a\n\n, n\n\n, e\n\n, m\n\n,

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

To give him welcome.

Imo. Continues well my Lord?

His health, befoech you?

Jach. VWell, Madam.

Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth ? I hope he is.

Jach. Exceeding pleasant : none a stranger there,
So merry, and so gamefome : he is call'd
The Britain Reveller.

Imo. When he was here.

He did incline to fadneſs, and oft times
Not knowing why.

Jach. I never saw him fad.

There is a Frenchman his Companion, one
An eminent Monſieur, that it feems much loves
A Gallian-Girl at home. He Furnaces
The thick fides from him; whiles the jolly Britain,

(Your Lord I mean) laughs from his free Lungs: cries oh,
Can my fides hold, to think that man who knows
By Hiftory, Report, or his own proof.
What Woman is, yea what the cannot choofe

What Woman is, yea what the cannot choofe,
But muſt be: will's free hours languifh,
For affured Bondage?

Imo. Will my Lord ſay ſo?

Jach. I Madam, with his Eyes in flood with laughter,
It is a Recreation to be by

And hear him mock the Frenchman :

But Heavens know ſome men are much too blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

Jach. Not he.

But yet Heavens bounty towards him, might
Be us'd more thankfully. In himſelf 'tis much;
In you which I account his beyond all Talents,
Whilft I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pitty too.

Imo. What do you pitty, Sir?

Jach. Two Creatures heartily.

Imo. Am I one, Sir?

You look on me: what wrack discern you in me
Defeſs your pitty?

Jach. Lamentable: what

To hide me from the radiant Sun, and folace
I' th' Dungeon by a Snuff?

Imo. I pray you, Sir,

Deliver with more openneſs your Anſwers
To my demands. Why do you pitty me?

Jach. That others do

(I was about to ſay) enjoy your ______ but
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to ſpeak on't.

Imo. You do ſeem to know

Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you
Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be ſure they do. For Certainties
Either are paff remedies; or timely knowing,
The remedy then born. Discover to me
What both you ſpur and ſtop.

Jach. Had I this Cheek

To bath my Lips upon: this Hand, whose touch,
(Whose very touch) would force the feelers Soul
To th' Oath of Loyalty. This object, which,
Takes Prifoner, the wild motion of mine Eye,
Fixing it only here, ſhould I (dame'd then)
Slaver with Lips as common as the flairs
That mount the Capitol: join gripeſ, with hands
Made hard with hourly (fallhood as
With labour :) than by peeping in an Eye.
Bafe and illuſtrious as the ſmoakie light.
That's fed with ſtinking Tallow: it were fit
That all the Plagues of Hell ſhould at one time
Encounter ſuch revolt.

Imo. My Lord, I fear

Has forgot Britain.

Jach. And himſelf, not I

Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces
That from my muteſt Conſcience, to my tongue,
Charms this report out.

Imo. Let me hear no more.

Jach. O deareſt Soul: your Caufe doth ſtrike my heart
With pitty, that doth make me ſick. A Lady
So fair, and fatned to an Empiry

Would make the great ſt. King double, to be partner'd
With Tomboys hir'd, with that ſelf exhibition
Which your own Coffers yield: with diſeas'd ventures
That play with all Inſirmities for Gold,
Which rottenneſs can lend Nature, Such boy'd ſtuff
As well might poifon Poifon. Be reveng'd,
Or ſhe that bore you, was no Queen, and you
Recoil from your great Stock.

Imo. Reveng'd :

How should I be reveng'd ? if this be true,
(As I have ſuch a heart, that both mine Ears
Muſt not in haſte abuse) if it be true,
How ſhall I be reveng'd ?

Jach. Should he make me

Live like Diana's Prieſt, betwixt cold theſeets,

Whiles he is vaulting variable Ramps
In your deſpight, upon your Purſe: revenge it.
I dedicate my ſelf to your ſweet pleafure,
More Noble than that runnagale to your Bed,
And will continue ſaſt to your Affection,
Still cloſe, as ſure.

Imo. What ho, Pifanio?

Jach. Let my ſervice tender on your Lips.

Imo. Away, I do condemn mine Ears, that have
So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable
Thou wouldſt have told this tale for Vertue, not
For ſuch an end thou feek't, as bafe, as ſtrange:
Thou wrong't a Gentleman, who is as far
From thy report, as thou from honour: and
Solicit't here a Lady, that diſclains
Thee, and the Devil alike. What ho, Pifanio?
The King my Father ſhall be made acquainted
Of thy Affault : if he ſhall think it ſit,
A fawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
As is a Romilh Stew, and to expound
His beaſtly mind to us; he hath a Court
He little cares for, and Daughter, whom
He not respects at all. What ho, Pifanio?

Jach. O happy Leonatus, I may ſay,
The credit that thy Lady hath of thee
Defeſs've thy truſt, and thy moſt perfect goodneſs
Her aſſu'd credit, bleſſed live you long,
A Lady to the worthieſt Sir, that ever
Country call'd his: and you his Miftrifs, only
For the moſt worthieſt fit. Give me your pardon.
I have ſpoke this to know if your Affiance
Were deeply rooted, and ſhall make your Lord,
That which he is, new ore; and he is one
The trueſt manner'd: ſuch a holy Witch,
That he incheats Societies into him :
Half all mens hearts are his.

Imo. You make amends.

Jach. He fits amongſt men, like a defcended god:
He hath a kind of honour ſets him off,
More than a mortal ſeeming. Be not angry
(Moſt wighty Princes) that I have adventur'd
To try your taking of a ſaſe report, which hath
Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment,
In the Election of a Sir, ſo rare,
Which you know, cannot erre. The Love I bear him,
Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you
(Unlike all others) chaffleſs. Pray your Pardon.

Imo. All's well, Sir :

Take my power i' th' Court for yours.

Jach. My humble thanks: I had almoſt forgot
I' intreat your Grace, but in a ſmall requeſt,
Aud yet of moment too, for it concerns

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Your Lord, my self, and other Noble Friends
Are Partners in the bufines.

Imo. Pray what is't?

Jach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your Lord
(The best Feather of our Wing) have mingled fummas
To buy a Prefent for the Emperour:
Which I (the Factor for the reft) have done
In France: 'tis Plate of rare device, and Jewels
Of rich and exquifite form, their values great,
And I am fomething curious, being ſtrange,
To have them in ſafe flowage: May it pleale you
To take them in protection.

Imo. Willingly:

And pawn mine honour for their safety, ſince
My Lord hath intereſt in them, I will keep them
In my Bed-Chamber.

Jach. They are in a Trunk

Attended by my men: I will make bold

To fend them to you, only for this night:
I muſt aboard to morrow.

Imo. O no, no.

Jach. Yes, I beſeech you: or I ſhall ſhort my word
By length'ning my return. From Gallia,
I croft the Seas on purpofe, and on promife
To fee your Grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains:

But not away to morrow.

Jach. O, I muſt Madam.

Therefore I ſhall beſeech you, if you pleafe

To greet your Lord with writing, do't to night,
I have out-ſood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our Prefent.

Imo. I will write:

Send your Trunk to me, it ſhall be ſafe kept,

And truly yielded you: you're very welcome. [Exeunt.

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Clotten, and the two Lords.

Clot. W
As there ever man had ſuch luck ? when I kifſ
the Jack upon an up-caſt, to be hit away ? I
had an hundred pound on't ; and then a whorfon Jack-an-
Apes, muſt take me up for ſweariſ, as iſ I borrowed mine
Oaths of him, and might not ſpend them at my pleafure.

1. What got he by that? you have broke his pate with
your Bowl.

2. If his wit had been like him that broke it: it would
have run all out.

Clot. When a Gentleman is diſpoſed to ſwear: it is not
for any ſtanders by to curtail his Oaths. Ha?

2. No, my Lord; nor crop the Ears of them.

Clot. Whorfon Dog: I give him ſatistaction? would
he had been one of my Rank.

2. To have ſmelt like a Fool.

Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in the Earth: a
Pox on't. I had rather not be ſo Noble as I am: they dare
not fight with me, becauſe of the Queen my Mother: every
Jack-flave hath his belly full of fighting, and I muſt go
up and down like a Cock, that no body can match.

2. You are a Cock and a Capon too, and you crow
Cock, with your comb on.

Clot. Sayeſt thou?

2. It is not fit your Lordſhip should undertake every
Companion, that you give offence to.

Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
offence to my inferiours.

2. I, it is fit for your Lordſhip only.

Clor. Why ſo I ſay.

1. Did you hear of a Stranger that's come to Court to
Night ?

Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on't?

2. He's a ſtrange Fellow himſelf, and knows it not.

1. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of
Leonatus Friends.

Clot. Leonatus? A banifh'd Rafaſ; and he's another,
whereſoever he be. Who told you of this Stranger ?

1. One of your Lordships Pages.

Clot. It is fit I went to look upon him ? Is there no de-
rogation in't?

2. You cannot derogate, my Lord.

Clot. Not eafely I think.

2. You are a Fool granted, therefore your Iſſues being
Fooliſh, do not derogate.

Clot. Come, I'll go fee this Italian: what I have loſt
to day at Bowls, I'll win to night of him. Come: go.

2. I'll attend your Lordſhip.

[Exit.
That ſuch a crafty Devil as is his Mother,
Should yield the World this Aſs: a Woman, that
Bears all down with her Brain, and this her Son,
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas poor Princes,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'ſt,
Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame govern'd,
A Mother hourly coining Plots: A Wooer,
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear Husband, than that horrid Aſt
Of the divorce, he'd make the Heavens hold firm
The Walls of thy dear honour. Keep unſhak'd
That Temple thy fair mind, that thou maiſt Stand
T' enjoy thy banifh'd Lord: and this great Land. [Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Imogen, in her Bed, and a Lady.

Imo. Who's there? my VVoman Helen?

Lady. Pleaſe you, Madam.

Imo. VVhat hour is it?

Lady. Almoſt midnight, Madam.

Imo. I have read three hours then:

Mine Eyes are weak,
Fold down the Leaf where I have left: to Bed

Take not away the Taper, leave it burning:

And if thou canſt awake by four o' th' Clock,
I prithee call me: Sleep hath feiz'd me wholly.
To your protection I commend me, gods,
From Fairies, and the Tempters of the night,
Guard me, beſeech ye.

[Sleeps.]

[Jachimo from the Trunk.]

Jach. The Crickets ſing, and mans ore-labour'd ſenſe,
Repairs it ſelf by reſt: Our Tarquin thus
Did ſoftly preſs the Ruffes, ere he waken'd
The Chaſtity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'ſt thy Bed; fresh Lilly,

And whiter than the Sheets: that I might touch,

But kifs, one kifs. Rubies unparagon'd,

How dearly they do't: 'Tis her breathing that

Perfumes the Chamber thus: the flame o' th' Taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids.
To fee th' inclosed Lights, now Canopied

Under the VVindows, VVhite and Azure lac'd

VVith Blue of Heavens own tinct, but my deſign's

To note the Chamber, I will write all down,

Such, and ſuch Pictures: there the VWindow, ſuch
Th' adornment of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,

Why ſuch, and ſuch: and the Contents o' th' Story.

Ah, but ſome natural notes about her Body,

Above ten thouſand meaner Moveables

VVould teſtifie, t' enrich mine Inventory.

O ſleep, thou Ape of Death, lye dull upon her,

And be her ſenſe but as a Monument,

Thus in a Chappel lying. Come off, come off;

As slippery as the Gordian-Knot was hard.

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'Tis

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

'Tis mine, and this witness outwardly,
As strongly as the Confidence do's within:
To th' madding of her Lord. On her left breft
A mole Cinque-spotted: Like the Crimson drops
I' th' bottom of a Cowflip. Heres a Voucher,
Stronger than ever Law could make: this Secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and t'ane
The treasure of her honour. No more: to what end ?
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
Screw'd to my memory. She hath been reading late,
The Tale of Terus, here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomelę gave up. I have enough,
To th' Trunk again, and flut the springing of it.
Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
May bear the Ravens Eye: I lodge in fear,
Though this a Heavenly Angel: Hell is here. [Clock strikes]
One, two, three: time, time.
[Exit.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Clotten, and Lords.

1. Your Lordship is the molst patient man in loſs, the molst coldeſt that turn'd up Ace.

Clot. It would make any man cold to looke.

1. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your Lordship; You are molst hot, and furious when you win.

Clot. Winning will put any man into Courage: if I could get this foolſh Imogen, I should have Gold enough: it's almost Morning, is't not?

1. Day, my Lord.

Clot. I would this Mufick would come: I am advifed to give her Mufick a Mornings, they ſay it will penetrate.

Enter Musicians.

Come on, tune: if you can penetrate here with your Fingering, ſo: we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain: but I'll never give o're. Firſt, a very excellent good conceited thing; after a wonderful ſweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her confider.

## Song.

Hark, hark, the Lark at Heavens Gate ſings,
and Phœbus 'gins arife,
His Steeds to water at thofe Springs
on chalic'd Flowers that lies:
And winking Mary buds begin to ope their Golden Eyes
With every thing that pretty is, my Lady ſweat arife:
Arife, arife.

So, get you gone: if this penetrate, I will confider your Mufick the better: if it do not, it is a voice in her Ears which Horſe-hairs, and Calves-Guts, nor the voice of unpaved Eunuch to boot, can never amend.

Enter Queen and Cymbeline.

2. Here comes the King.

Clot. I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reafon I was up so early: he cannot choose but take this Service I have done, Fatherly. Good morrow to your Majeſtly, and gracious Mother.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our ſtern Daughter.
Will ſhe not forth?

Clot. I have affaile'd her with Muficks, but ſhe vouchſates no notice.

Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new:
She hath not yet forgot him, ſome more time
Muſt wear the print of his remembrance on't,
And then ſhe's yours.

Qu. You are molſt bound to th' King,
Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his Daughter: frame your ſelf
To orderly ſolicits, and be friended
With aptneſs of the ſeafon: make denials
Encreafe your ſeruices: to ſeem, as if,
You were inſpir'd to do thatſe duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your diſimilitiun tends,
And therein you are ſenſeleſs.

Clot. Senſeleſs? Not ſo.

Mef. So like you (Sir) Ambaſſadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy Fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now;
But that's no fault of his: we muſt receive him
According to the honour of his Sender,
And towards himſelf, his goodneſs foreſpent on us
We muſt extend our notice: Our dear Son,
When you have given good Morning to your Miftrifs,
Attend the Queen, and us, we have need
To employ you towards this Roman.
Come, our Queen.

Clot. If ſhe be up, I'll ſpeak with her: if not,
Let her lye ſtill, and dream: by your leave ho,
I know her Women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands: 'tis gold.
Which buys admittance (oft it doth) yea and makes
Diana's Rangers ſalſe themselves, yield up
Their Deer to th' ſtand o' th' Stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the True-man killed, and faves the Thieſt:
Nay, fometime hangs both Thieſt, and True-man: what
Can it not do, and undo: I will make.
One of her Women Lawyer to me, for
I yet not underſand the caſe my ſelf.
By your leave.
[Knocks.]

## Enter a Lady.

Lady. Who's there that knocks?

Clot. A Gentleman.

Lady. No more.

Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Son.

Lady. That's more

Than ſome whole ſtaylors are as dear as yours,
Can juſtly boaft of: what's your Lordships pleafure?

Clot. Your Ladies perſon, is ſhe ready ?

Lady. I, to keep her Chamber.

Clot. There is gold for you,

Sell me your good report.

Lady. How, my good name? or to report of you
What I ſhall think is good. The Princeſs.

## Enter Imogen.

Clot. Good morrow faireſt, Sifter your ſweet hand.

Imo. Good morrow, Sir, you lay out too much pains
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,
And ſcarce can ſpare them.

Clot. Still I ſwear I love you.

Imo. If you'd but ſaid ſo, 'twere as deep with me:
If you ſwear ſtill, your recompence is ſtill
That I regard it not.

Clot. This is no anſwer.

Imo. But that you ſhall not ſay, I yield being filent,
I would not ſpeak. I pray you ſpare me, Faith
I ſhall unfold equal diſcourteſe.

To your beſt kindneſs: one of your great knowing
Should learn (being taught) forbearance.

Clot. To leave you in your madneſs, 'twere my ſin,
I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad Folks.

Clot. Do you call me Fool?

Imo.

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174

Profess my self the winner of her honour,
Together with your Ring; and not the stronger
Of her, or you, having proceeded but
By both your wills.

Poſt. If you can mak't apparent

That you have taſted her in Bed; my hand,
And Ring is yours. If not the foul opinion
You had of her poor honour, gains, or loſes
Your Sword or mine, or Maſterleſs leave both
To who ſhall find them.

Jach. Sir, my Circumſtances

Being fo near the truth, as I will make them,
Muſt firſt induceth you to believe: whole ſtrength
I will confirm with Oath, which I doubt not
You'll give me leave to ſpare, when you ſhall find
You need it not.

Poſt. Proceed.

Jach. Firſt, her Bed Chamber

(Where I confes I flept not, but profes
Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
With Tapiſtry of Silk, and Silver, the Story
Proud Cleopatra, when ſhe met her Roman,
And Cidmu ſwell'd above the Banks, or for
The preſs of Boats, or Pride: A piece of Work
So bravely done, ſo rich, that it did ſtrive
In Workmanship, and Value, which I wonder'd
Could be ſo rarely, and exactly wrighted

Since the true life on't was —

Poſt. This is true:

And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by ſome other.

Jach. More particulars

Muſt juſtly my knowledge.

Poſt. — So they muſt,

Or do your Honour injury.

Jach. The Chimney

Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-piece
Chaſt Dian, bathing: never ſaw I figures
So likely to report themſelves; the Cutter
Was as another Nature dumb, out-went her,
Motion, and Breath left out.

Poſt. This is a thing

Which you might from Relation likewife read,
Being, as it is, much ſpoke of.

Jach. The Roof a' th' Chamber,

With golden Cherubins is frefted. Her Andirons
(I had ſ forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of Silver, each on one foot ſtanding, nicely
Depending on their Brands.

Poſt. This is her honour:

Let it be granted you have ſeen all this (and præife
Be given to your remembrance) the deſcription
Of what is in her Chamber, nothing ſaves
The Wager you have laid.

Jach. Then if you can

Be pale, I beg but leave to air this Jewel: See,
And now 'tis up again: it muſt be married
To that your Diamond, I'll keep them.

Poſt. Jove —

Once more let me behold it: Is it that
Which I left with her?

Jach. Sir (I thank her) that

She ſtript it from her Arm: I fee her yet
Her pretty Action, did out-fell her-gift,
And yet enrich'd it too: ſhe gave it me,
And ſaid ſhe priz'd it once.

Poſt. May be, ſhe pluck'd it off

To ſend it me.

Jach. She writes ſo to you? doth ſhe?

Poſt. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Here take this too,

It is a Baſilisk unto mine Eye,

Kills me to look on't: Let there be no Honour,

VVhere there is beauty: Truth, where ſemblance: Love,
VVhere there's another man. The Vows of VVomen,

Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
Than they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:
O, above meaſure falſe.

Phil. Have patience, Sir.

And take your Ring again, 'tis not yet won;
It may be probable ſhe loft it: or
VVho knows if one of her VVomen, being corrupted,
Hath ſtoin it from her.

Poſt. Very true,

And ſo I hope he came by't: back my Ring,
Render to me ſome corporal ſign about her
More evident than this: for this was ſtole.

Jach. By Jupiter, I had it from her Arm.

Poſt. Hark you, he ſwears: by Jupiter he ſwears.
'Tis true, nay keep the Ring; 'tis true: I am ſure
She ſhould not loſe it: her Attendants are
All ſworn, and honourable: they induc'd to ſteal it?
And by a Stranger? No, he hath enjoy'd her,
The Cognizance of her incontinency
Is this: ſhe hath bought the name of Whore, thus dearly,
There, take thy hire, and all the Fiends of Hell
Divide themſelves between you.

Phil. Sir, be patient:

This is not ſtrong enough to be believ'd
Of one perſwaded well of.

Poſt. Never talk on't:

She hath been colted by him.

Jach. If you ſeeek

For further faſſifying; under her Breast
(Worthy her preſſing) lies a Mole, right proud
Of that moſt delicate Lodging. By my life
I kiff it, and it gave me preſent hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This ſtain upon her?

Poſt. I, and it doth confirm

Another ſtain, as big as Hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

Jach. Will you hear more?

Poſt. Spare your Arithmetick,
Never count the Turns: Once, and a Million.

Jach. I'll be ſworn.

Poſt. No ſwearing:

If you will ſwear you have not don't, you lie,
And I will kill thee if thou do't deny

Thou'ft made me Cuckold.

Jach. I'll deny nothing.

Poſt. O that I had her here, to tear her Limb-meal;
I will go there and do't i' th' Court, before
Her Father. I'll do ſomething.

[Exii.]

Phil. Quite beſides.

The Government of Patience. You have won:
Let's follow him, and pervert the preſent wrath
He hath againſt himſelf.

[Exeunt.]

Jach. With all my heart.

Enter Poſthumus.

Poſt. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women
Muſt be half-workers? We are all Baſtards,
And that moſt venerable man, which I
Did call my Father, was, I know not where,
When I was ſtampt. Some Coyner with his Tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother ſeem'd
The Dian of that time: ſo doth my Wife
The Non pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleafure ſhe reſtrain'd,
And pray'd me oſt forbearance: did it with
A pudency ſo Rofie, the ſweet view on't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn:
That I thought her

As Chafte, as un-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Devils!
This yellow Jachimo in an hour, was't not?
Or leſs; at firſt? Perchance ſpoke not, but
Like a full Acorn'd Boar, a Jarmen on,

Cry'd.

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175

Cry'd oh, and mounted, found no opposition
But what he look'd for, should oppose, and he
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The Womans part in me, for there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,
The Womans: Flattering, hers: deceiving, hers:
Luff, and rank thoughts, hers, hers: Revenges hers:
Ambitions, Covetings, change of Prides, Difflain,
Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability:
All faults that may be named, nay, that Hell knows,
Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all. For even to Vice
They are not conitant, but are changing flill;
One Vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half so old as that. I'le write againft them,
Detest them, curfe them : yet'tis greater Skill
In a true Hate, to pray they have their will :
The very Devils cannot plague them better.

[Exit.]

Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Clotten, and Lords at one door, and at another, Caius, Lucius, and Attendants.

Cym. Now fay, what would Augustus Cefar with us?
Luc. When Julius Cefar (whose remembrance yet
Lives in mens eyes, and will to Ears and Tongues
Be Theam, and hearing ever) was in this Britain,
And Conquer'd it, Caffibelan thine Uncle
(Famous in Cefar's praifes, no whit lefs
Than in his Feats deferving it) for him,
And his fucceffion, granted Rome a Tribute,
Yearly three thousand pounds; which (by thee) lately
Is left untender'd.

Que. And to kill the marvail,
Shall be fo ever.

Clot. There be many Cefars,
Ere fuch another Julius: Britain's a world
By it ſelf, and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own Nofes.

Queen. That opportunity
Which then they had to take from's, to refume
We have again; Remember, Sir, my Liege,
The Kings your Anceſtors, together with
The Natural bravery of your life, which ſtands
As Neptune's Park ribb'd, and pal'd in
With Oaks unskaleable, and roaring Waters,
With Sand that will not bear your enemies Boats,
But fuck them up to th' Top-maſt. A kind of Conqueſt
Cefar made here, but made not here his brag
Of, came, and Saw, and Overcame: with ſhame
(The firſt that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our Coaſt, twice beaten; and his ſhipping
(Poor ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
Like Egg-f wheels, mov'd upon their Surges crack'd
As eafily 'gainſt our Rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam'd Caffibelan, who was once at point
(Oh giglet Fortune) to maſter Cefars ſword,
Made Luid'-Town with rejoycing-Fires bright,
And Britains ſtrut with Courage.

Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid. Our
Kingdom is ſtronger than it was at that time: and (as I
faid) there is no more ſuch Cefars, other of them may have
crook'd Nofes, but to owe ſuch ſtrait Arms, none.

Cym. Son, let your Mother end.

Clot. We have yet many among us, can gripe as hard as
Caffibelan, I do not ſay I am one: but I have a hand. Why
Tribute? Why ſhould we pay Tribute? If Cefar can hide
the Sun from us with a Blanket, or put the Moon in his
pocket: we will pay him Tribute for Light: eſſe, Sir, no
more Tribute, pray you now.

Cym. You muſt know,
Till the injurious Romans did extort
This Tribute from us, we were free. Cefar's Ambition,
Which ſwell'd ſo much, that it did almost ſtretch
The fides o' th' world, againſt all colour here,
Did put the yoak upon's: which to ſhake off
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Our ſelves to be, we do. Say then to Cefar,
Our Anceſtor was that Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our Laws, whoſe uſe the ſword of Cefar
Hath too much mangled: whoſe repair, and franchife,
Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our laws,
Who was the firſt of Britain, which did put
His brows within a golden Crown, and call'd
Himſelf a King.

Luc. I am forry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cefar
(Cefar that hath more Kings his Servants, than
Thy ſelf Domeſtick Officers) thine Enemy.
Receive it from me then. War, and Confusion
In Cefars name pronounce I 'gainſt thee: Look
For fury, not to be refiſted. Thus defi'd.
I thank thee for my ſelf.

Cym. Thou are welcom, Caius,
Thy Cefar Knighted me; my youth I ſpent
Much under him: of him, I gather'd Honour,
Which he, to ſeek of me again, perſence,
Behooves me keep at utterance. I am perfect,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their Liberties are now in Armes: a Precedent
Which not to read, would ſhow the Britains cold:
So Cefar shall not find them.

Luc. Let proof ſpeak.
Clot. His Majefly bids you welcom. Make paſttime with
us a day, or two, or longer: if you ſe us afterwards in
other terms, you ſhall find us in our Salt-water-Girdle: if
you ſeat us out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the adven-
ture, our Crows ſhall fare the better for you : and there's
an end.

Luc. So, Sir.
Cym. I know your Maſters pleafure, and he mine:
All the Remain, is welcom.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Pifanio reading of a Letter.

Pif. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not,
What Monſters her accuſe? Leonatus:
Oh Maſter, what a ſtrange infection
Is ſaln into thy ear? What ſalſe Italian,
(As poſitons tangu'd, as handed) hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing? Difſloyal? No.
She's puniſh'd for her truth; and undergoes
More Goddeſs-like, than Wife-like; ſuch Aſſaults
As would take in ſome Virtue. Oh my Maſter,
Thy mind to her, is now as low, as were
Thy Fortunes. How? that I ſhould murther her,
Upon the Love, and truth, and vows: which I
Have made to thy command? I ha? Her blood?
If it be ſo, to do good ſervice, never
Let me be counted ſerviceable. How look I,
That I ſhould ſeem to lack humanity,
So much as this Faſt comes to? Do't: the Letter.
That I have ſent her, by her own command,
Shall give the opportunity. Oh damn'd paper,
Black as the Ink that's on thee: ſenſeleſs bauble,
Art thou a Fœdarie for this act; thou look'ſt
So Virgin-like without? Lo here ſhe comes.

Enter

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Enter Imogen.

I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imo. How now, Pifanio?

Pis. Madam, here is a Letter from my Lord.

Imo. Who ! thy Lord ? that is my Lord Leonatus ?

Oh, learn'd indeed were that Astronomer
That knew the Stars, as I his Characters,
He'd lay the Future open. You good gods,
Let what is here contain'd, rehoff of Love,
Of my Lord's health: of his content: yet not
That we two are a-funder, let that grieve him ;
Some griefs are medicinable, that is one of them,
For it doth phyfick Love, of his content,
All but in that. Good Wax, thy leave: bleſſe be
You Bees that make theſe Locks of counſel. Lovers,
And men in dangerous Bonds pray not alike.
Though Forfeitours you caſt in prifon, yet
You claſſ young Cupid's tables: good News, gods.

J Uſtice, and your Father's wrath (should he take me in his Dominion) could not be ſo cruel to me, as you, (oh the dea- reſt of Creatures) would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria at Milford-Haven: what your own Love, will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happineſs, that remains loyal to his Vow, and your increasing in Love,
Leonatus Poſthumus.

Oh for a Horſe with wings: Hear'ſt thou, Pifanio ?
He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day ? then, true Pifanio,
Who long'ſt like me, to fee thy Lord ; who long'ſt
(Oh let me bate) but not like me : yet long'ſt
But in a fainter kind. Oh not like me :
For mine's beyond, beyond : fay, and ſpeak thick
(Love's Counſellor ſhould fill the bores of hearing
To th' ſmothering of the Senſe) how far it is
To this fame bleſſed Milford. And by th' way
Tell me how Wales was made ſo happy, as
T' inherit ſuch a Haven. But firſt of all,
How may we ſcal from hence: and for the gap
That we ſhall make in time, from our hence-going,
And our return, to excufe: but firſt, how get hence.
Why ſhould excufe be born or e're begot ?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prythe ſpeak,
How many ſcore of Miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour ?

Pis. One ſcore 'twixt Sun, and Sun,

Madam's enough for you : and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to's Execution, Man,
Could never go ſo flow: I have heard of Riding wagers,
Where Horſes have been nimbler than the Sands
That run i' th' Clocks behalf. But this is ſoolrie,
Go, bid my Woman feign a ſickneſs, ſay
She'll home to her Father, and provide me prefently
A Riding Suit : No coſtlier than would fit
A Franklins Houſwife.

Pis. Madam, you're beſt confider.

Imo. I fee before me (Man) nor here, nor here,
Nor what enfues but have a Fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I prthee,
Do as I bid thee: there's no more to ſay :

Accefſible is none but Milford way.

[ Exeunt ]

Scena Tertia.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bt. A goodly day, not to keep houſe with ſuch,
Whofe Roof's as low as ours : Sleep, Boys, this gate

Inſtructs you how't adore the Heavens; and bows you
To a mornings holy office. The Gates of Monarch's
Are Arch'd ſo high, that Giants may jet through
And keep their impious Turbands on, without
Good morrow to the Sun. Hail, thou fair Heaven,
We houſe i' th' Rock, yet uſe thee not ſo hardly,
As prouder livers do.

Guid. Hail, Heaven.

Arvir. Hail, Heaven.

Belar. Now for our Mountain ſport, up to yond hill,
Your legs are young: I'le tread theſe Flats. Conſider,
When you above perceive me like a Crow,
That it is Place, which leſſens and fetſ off,
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you,
Of Courts of Princes: of the tricks in War.
This ſervice, is not ſervice; ſo being done,
But being ſo allowed. To apprehend thus,
Draws us profit from all things we ſee :
And often to our comfort, ſhall we find
The ſharded Beetle, in a ſafer hold
Than is the full-wing'd Eagle. Oh this life,
Is Nobler than attending at a check :
Richer, than doing nothing for a Babe :
Prouder, than rulſing in un-paid for Silk :
Such gain the Cap of him, that makes him fine,
Yet keeps his Book uncroſ'd, no life to ours.

Gui. Out of your proof you ſpeak: we poor unſledg'd,
Have never wing'd from view o' th' neſt; nor know not
What Air's from home. Hap'ly this life is beſt,
(If quiet life be beſt) ſweeter to you
That have a ſharper known; Well corſefponding
With your ſtiff Age; but unto us, it is
A Cell of Ignorance: travailing a bed,
A Prifon, or a Debtor, that not dares
To ſtride a limit.

Arvi. What ſhould we ſpeak of
When we are old as you ? when we ſhall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December ? How
In this our pinching Cave, ſhall we diſcourſe
The freezing hours away ? We have feen nothing:
We are beaſtly ; ſubtle as the Fox for prey,
Like warlike as the Wolf, for what we eat:
Our Valour is to chafe what flies : our Cage
We make a Quire, as doth the prifon'd Bird,
And ſing our Bondage freely.

Bel. How you ſpeak ?
Did you but know the Citie's Uſuries,
And felt them knowingly : the art o' th' Court,
As hard to leave, as keep: whoſe top to climb
Is certain falling: or ſo flipp'ry, that
The fear's as bad as falling. The toil o' th' VVar
A pain that only ſeems to ſeek our danger
I'th'name of Fame, and Honour, which dyes i'th'ſearch,
And hath as oft a ſland'rous Epitaph,
As Record of fair act. Nay, many times
Doth ill deferve, by doing well: what's worſe
Muſt curt ſtie at the Cenſure. Oh Boyes, this ſtorie
The world may read in me : My bodie's mark'd
With Roman Swords; and my report was once
Firſt with the beſt of Note. Cymbeline lov'd me,
And when a Souldier was the Theme, my name
Was not far off: then was I as a Tree
Whofe boughs did bend with fruit. But in one night,
A Storm, or Robbery (call it what you will)
Shook down my mellow hangings: nay my Leaves,
And left me bare to weather.

Gui. Uncertain favour.

Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft)
But that two Villains, whoſe falſe Oaths prevail'd
Before my perfect Honour, ſwore to Cymbeline,
I was Confederate with the Romans: ſo
Followed my Banifhment, and this twenty years,
This Rock, and theſe Demefines, have been my VWorld,
VVhere I have liv'd at honet freedom, payed

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["The Tragedy of Cymbeline.", "177", "More pious debts to Heaven, than in all\nThe fore-end of my time. But, up to th' Mountains,\nThis is not Hunter's Language; he that strikes\nThe Venifon firft, shall be the Lord o'th' Feaft,\nTo him the other two shall minifter,\nAnd we will fear no poifon, which attends\nIn place of greater State.", "", "I'le meet you in the Valleys.\nHow hard it is to hide the farks of Nature ?", "[Exeunt,", "These Boyes know little they are Sons to th' King,\nNor Cymbeline dreams, that they are alive.\nThey think they are mine,", "And though train'd up thus meanly\nI'ch' Cave, whereon the Bow their thoughts do hit", "The Roofs of Palaces, and Nature prompts them", "In fimple and low things, to Prince it, much", "Beyond the trick of others. This *Paladour*,", "The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom", "The King his Father call'd Guiderius. Jove,\nWhen on my three-foot Itool I fit, and tell\nThe warlike feats I have done, his Spirits fly out", "Into my ſtory: I ay that mine Goodman ſell,", "And thus I fet my foot on's neck, even then", "The Princely blood flows in his Cheek, he weats,", "Strains his young Nerves, and puts himſelf in poſture", "That acts my words. The younger Brother Cadwah,", "Once *Arviragus*, in as like a figure", "Strikes life into my ſpeech, and thews much more\nHis own conceiving. Harks, the Game is rouz'd,\nOh Cymbeline. Heaven and my Conſcience knows", "Thou did'ſt unjuſtly banifh me: whereon", "At three, and two years old, I ſole theſe Babes,", "Thinking to bar thee of Succelſion, as", "They reſſs me of my Lands. *Euripide*,", "Thou waſt their Nurſe, they took thee for their Mother", "And every day do honour to her Grave:", "My ſelf *Belarius*, that am *Morgan call'd*,\nThey take for Natural Father. The Game is up.", "[Exit.]", "## Scena Quarta.", "### Enter Pifanio and Imogen.", "Imo. Thou told'ſt me when we came from horſe, the place", "Was near at hand: Ne're long'd my Mother ſo", "To feem firſt, as I have now: *Pifanio*, Man :", "Where is *Poſtbumus* ? What is in thy mind", "That makes thee ſtare thus ? Wherefore breaks that fight", "From th' inward of thee ? One, One, but painted thus", "Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd", "Beyond ſelf explication. Put thy ſelf", "Into a haviour of ſeſ ſear, e' re wildneſs", "Vanquifh my ſtaieſter Senſes. What's the matter ?", "Why tender'ſt thou that Paper to me, with", "A look untender ? If't be Summer News,", "Smile to't before: if'nt Winterly, thou need'ſt", "But keep that count'neſt ſtill. My Husband's hand ?", "That Drug-damn'd *Italy*, hath' out-crafted him,", "And he's at ſome hard point. Speak, man, thy tongue ]", "May take off ſome extremity, which to read", "Would be even mortal to me.", "Pif. Pleafe you read,\nAnd you ſhall find me (wretched man) a thing\nThe moſt difdain'd of Fortune.", "### Imogen reads.", "T\nHT Mifrefes (Pifanio) hath play'd the Strumpet in my\nB'd: the Tefimonies whereof, Iyes bleeding in me. I\nspeak not out of weak Surmiſes, but from proof as ſtrong as my\ngrief, and as certain as I expect my Revenge. That part, thou\n(Pifanio) muſt aſt for me, if thy Faith be not rainted with the\nbreach of hers; let thine own hands take away her life: I ſhall\ngive thee opportunity at Milford Haven. She hath my Letter", "for the purpose; where, if thou fear to ſtrike, and to make me\ncertain it is done, thou art the Pander to her diſhonour, and\nequally to me diſloyal.", "Pif. What ſhall I need to draw my Sword, the Paper\nHath cut her throat already, No, 'tis flander,", "Whofe edge is ſharper than the Sword, whoſe tongue", "Out-venoms all the Worms of *Nile*, whoſe breath", "Rides on the poſing winds, and doth belye", "All corners of the World. Kings, Queens, and States,", "Maids, Matrons, nay the ſecrets of the Grave", "This viſerous flander enters. What chear, Madam ?", "Imo. Falſe to his Bed ? VVhat is it to be falſe ?", "To lye in watch there, and to think on him ?", "To weep'twixt clock and clock ? If ſleep charge Nature,", "To break it with a fearful dream of him,", "And cry my ſelf awake ? that's falſe to's bed ? is it ?", "Pifa. Alas, good Lady.", "Imo. I falſe ? thy Conſcience witneſs: *Jachimo*,", "Thou did'ſt accuſe him of Incontinency,", "Thou then look'd ſt like a Villain : now, methinks,", "Thy favours good enough. Some Jay of *Italy*", "(whofe Mother was her painting) hath betraid him:", "Poor I am ſtale, a Garment out of ſaſhion,", "And for I am richer than to hang by th' walls,", "I muſt he ript: To pieces with me: Oh !", "Mens Vows are womens Traitors. All good ſeeming", "By thy revolt (oh Husband) ſhall be thought", "Put on for Villany: ne' born where'rt grows,", "But worn a bait for Ladies.", "Pifa. Good Madam, hear me.", "Imo. True honest men being heard, like falſe *Eneas*,", "Were in his time thought falſe : and *Synons* weeping", "Did ſcandal many a holy tear: took pitty", "From moſt true wretchedneſs. So thou *Poſtbumus*,", "Wilt lay the leven to all proper men;", "Goodly, and gallant, ſhall be falſe and perjur'd", "From thy great fail: Come, Fellow, be thou honest,", "Do thou thy Maſters bidding. When thou ſeef't him,", "A little witneſs my obedience. Look,", "I draw the Sword my ſelf, take it, and hit", "The innocent Manſion of my Love (my Heart:) :", "Fear not, 'tis empty of all things, but Grief:", "Thy Maſter is not there, who was indeed", "The riches of it. Do his bidding, ſtrike,", "Thou may'ſt be valiant in a better caufe :", "But now thou ſeem'ſt a Coward.", "Pifa. Hence, vile Inſtrument,", "Thou ſhalt not damn my hand.", "Imo. Why, I muſt dye,", "And if I do not by thy hand, thou art", "No Servant of thy Maſters. Against ſelf-laughter,", "There is a prohibition ſo Divine", "That craves my weak hand: Come, here's my heart :", "Something's afoot: Soft, soft, we'll no defence,", "Obedient as the Scabbard. What is here,", "The ſcriptures of the Loyal *Leonatus*,", "All turn'd to Hereſie ? Away, away,", "Corrupters of my Faith, you ſhall no more", "Be Stomachers to my heart: thus may poor Fools", "Believe falſe Teachers: Though thole that art betraid", "Do feel the Treafon ſharply, yet the Traitor", "Stands in worſe caſe of woe. And thou *Poſtbumus*,", "That did'ſt ſet up my diſobedience 'gainſt the King", "My Father, and makes me put into contempt the ſuits", "Of Princely Fellows, ſhalt hereafter find", "It is no act of common paſſage, but", "A ſtrain of Rareneſs: and I grieve my ſelf,", "To think, when thou ſhalt be diſedg'd by her,", "That now thou tireſt on,

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Pisæ. Oh gracious Lady:
Since I receiv'd command to do this buſineſs,
I have not flept one wink.
Imo. Do't, and to bed then.
Pisæ. I'le wake mine eye-balls firſt.
Imo. Wherefore then
Did it undertake it? Why haſt thou abus'd
So many Miles, with a pretence? This place?
Mine action? and thine own? Our Horſes labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd Court
For my being abſent; whereunto I never
Purpose return. Why haſt thou gone ſo far
To be un-bent? when thou haſt tane thy ſtand,
Th' elected Deer before thee?
Pisæ. But to win time
To loſe ſo bad employment, in the which
I have confider'd of a courſe: good Lady,
Hear me with patience.
Imo. Talk thy tongue weary, ſpeak:
I have heard I am a Strumpet, and mine ear
Therein ſalſte ſtrook, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent, to bottom that. But ſpeak.
Pisæ. Then, Madam,
I thought you would not back again.
Imo. Moſt like,
Bringing me here to kill me.
Pisæ. Not ſo neither:
But if I were as wife, as honeſt, then
My purpofe would prove well: it cannot be,
But that my Maſter is abus'd. Some Villain,
I, and ſingular in his Art, hath done you both
This curſed injury.
Imo. Some Roman Curtezan?
Pisæ. No, on my life:
I'le give him notice you are dead, and fend him
Some bloody ſign of it. For 'tis commanded
I should do ſo : you ſhall be miſt at Court,
And that will well confirm it.
Imo. Why, good Fellow,
What ſhall I do the while? Where bide? How live?
Or in my life, what comfort, when I am
Dead to my Husband?
Pisæ. If you'll back to th' Court.
Imo. No Court, no Father: nor no more adoe
With that harſh, noble, ſimple nothing?
That Clotten, whose Love-ſuit hath been to me
As fearful as a Siege.
Pisæ. If not at Court,
Then not in Britain muſt you bide.
Luc. Where then?
Hath Britain all the Sun that ſhines? Day ? Night?
Are they not but in Britain? Ith' worlds Volum
Our Britain ſeems as of it, but not in't :
In a great Pool a Swans neſt, prethee think
There's livers out of Britain.
Pisæ. I am moſt glad
You think of other Place: Th' Ambaſſador
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milſord- Haven
To morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your Fortune is, and but diſguſe
That which t'appear it ſelf, muſt not yet be,
But by ſelſ-danger, you ſhould tread a courſe
Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, near
The reſidence of Poffhumus; ſo nigh (at laſt)
That though his Actions were not viſible, yet
Report ſhould render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.
Imo. Oh for ſuch means,
Though peril to my modeſtly, not death on't,
I would adventure.
Pisæ. Well then, there's the point:
You muſt forget to be a Woman: change
Command into Obedience. Fear and Nicenefſs
(The Handmaids of all Women, or more truly
VVoman it pretty ſelf) into a waggilſh courage,
Ready in gybes, quick-anſwer'd, ſawcy, and

As quarrellous as the VVeazel: Nay, you muſt
Forget that rareſt treaſure of your Cheek,
Expofing it (but oh the harder heart,
Alack no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common-killing Titan: and forget
Your labourſome and dainty trimms, wherein
You made great Juno angry.
Imo. Nay, be brief:
I fee into thy end, and am almoſt
A man already.
Pisæ. Firſt, make your ſelf but like one,
Fore thinking this. I have already ſit
('Tis in my Cloak-bagg) Doublet, Hat, Hoſe, all
That anſwer to them: VVould you in their ſerving,
(And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of ſuch a ſeafon) 'fore Noble Lucius
Prefent your ſelf, define his ſervice: tell him
VVherein you're happy, which will make him know,
If that his head have ear in Mufick, doubtleſs
VVith joy he will embrace you: for he's Honourable,
And doubling that, moſt holy. Your means abroad:
You have me rich, and I will never fail
Beginning, nor ſupplyment.
Imo. Thou art all the comfort
The Gods would diet me with. Prethee away,
There's more to be confider'd: but we'll even
All that good time will give us. This attempt,
I am ſouldier too, and will abide it with
A Princes Courage. Away, I prethee.
Pisæ. VVell, Madam, we muſt take a ſhort farewel,
Left being miſt, I be ſuſpect'd of
Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Miftris,
Here is a box, I had it from the Queen,
VWhat's in't is precious: If you are ſick at Sea,
Or Stomach qualm'd at Land, a Dram of this
VVill drive away diſtemper. To ſome ſtade,
And fit you to your Manhood: may the Gods
Direſt you to the beſt.
Imo. Amen: I thank thee.
[Exeunt.]

## Scena Quinta.

Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords.

Cym. Thus far, and ſo farewel.

Luc. Thanks, Royal Sir:

My Emperour hath wrote, I muſt from hence,
And am right forſry, that I muſt report ye
My Maſters Enemy.

Cym. Our Subjeſts (Sir)

VVill not endure his yoak; and for our ſelf
To ſhow leſs Soveraignty than they, muſt needs
 Appear un-King like.

Luc. So, Sir: I deſire of you

A Conduſt over Land, to Milſord- Haven.

Madam, all joy beſal your Grace, and you.

Cym. My Lords, you are appointed for that Office:

The due of Honour in no point omit:

So farewel, Noble Lucius.

Luc. Your hand, my Lord.

Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth
I wear it as your Enemy.

Luc. Sir, the Event

Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.

Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Lords,

Till he have croſt Severn. Happineſs. [Exit Lucius, &c.

Qu. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us,
That we have given him caufe.

Clot. 'Tis all the better,

Your valiant Britains have their wifhes in it.

Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperour,
How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely,
Our Chariots, and our Horſemen be in readineſs:
The Powers that he already hath in Gallia

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Will foon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.

*Que.* 'Tis not sleepy busineſs,
But muſt be look'd to ſpedilously, and ſtrongly.

*Cym.* Our expeſtation that it ſhould be thus
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle Queen,
Where is our Daughter ? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
The Duty of the day. She looks as like
A thing more made of malice, than of Duty,
We have noted it. Call her before us, for
We have been too light in ſufferance.

*Que.* Royal Sir,
Since the exile of Poffhumus, moſt retire'd
Hath her life been: the Cure whereof, my Lord,
'Tis time muſt do. Befeech your Majety,
Forbear ſharp speeches to her. She's a Lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are ſtrokes,
And ſtrokes death to her.

*Enter a Mefenger.*

*Cym.* Where is ſhe, Sir ? How
Can her contempt be anſwer'd ?

*Mef.* Pleafe you, Sir,
Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no anſwer
That will be given to th' loud of noife we make.

*Que.* My Lord, when laſt I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excufe her keeping cloſe,
Where to conſtrain'd by her infirmity,
She ſhouſt that duty due unpaid to you
Which daily ſhe was bound to proſer : this
She with'd me to make known : but our great Court
Made me to blame in memory.

*Cym.* Her doors lock'd?
Not ſeen of late ? Grant Heavens, that which I
Fear, prove false.

[Exit.]

*Que.* Son, I faſſ, follow the King.

*Clot.* That man of hers, Pisanio, her old Servant
I have not ſeen theſe two days.

[Exit.]

*Que.* Go, look after:
Pisanio, thou that stand'st ſo for Poffhumus,
He hath a Drugg of mine: I pray, his abſence
Proceed by ſwallowing that. For he believes
It is a thing moſt precious. But for her,
Where is ſhe gone ? Haply defpairth hath feiz'd her :
Or wing'd with fervour of her love, ſhe's flown
To her defined Poffhumus: gone ſhe is,
To death, or to diſhonour, and my end
Can make good uſe of either. She being down,
I have the placing of the Bristſh Crown.

*Enter Cloten.*

How now, my Son?

*Clot.* 'Tis certain ſhe is ſled.

Go in and cheer the King, he rages, none
Dare come about him.

*Que.* All the better : may
This night fore-stall him of the coming day.
[Exit] Qu.
*Clot.* I love and hate her : for ſhe's fair and Royal,
And that ſhe hath all courtly parts more exquifite
Than Lady, Ladies Woman, from every one
The beſt ſhe hath, and ſhe of all compounded
Out-fells them all. I love her therefore, but
Difdaining me, and throwing Favours on
The low Poffhumus, ſlanders ſo for her judgement,
That what's eſſe rare, is choak'd : and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, may indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her. For, when Fools—

*Enter Pisanio.*

Who is here ? What, are you packing, Sirrah ?
Come hither : Ah you precious Pander, Villain,

Where is thy Lady ? In a word, or eſſe
Thou art a ſtraight way with the Friends.

*Pisa.* Oh, good my Lord.

*Clot.* Where is thy Lady ? Or, by Jupiter,
I will not ask again. Cloſe Villain,

I'le have this ſecret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is ſhe with Poffhumus ?

From whose ſo many weights of bafe neſſs, cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

*Pisa.* Alas, my Lord,
How can ſhe be with him ? When was ſhe miſ'd ?
He is in Rome.

*Clot.* Where is ſhe, Sir ? Come nearer :
No farther halting: ſatſſe me home,

What is become of her :

*Pisa.* Oh, my all-woorthy Lord,

*Clot.* All worthy Villain,
Discover where thy Miftris is, at once,

At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:
Speak, or thy ſilence on the inſant, is
Thy condemnation and thy death.

*Pisa.* Then, Sir,
This Paper is the hiftory of my knowledge
Touching her flight.

*Clot.* Let's fee't ; I will purſue her
Even to Anguſtus THRONE.

*Pisa.* Or this, or perſiſ.
She's far enough, and what he learns by this,
May prove his travel, not her danger.

*Clot.* Hump.

*Pisa.* I'le write to my Lord ſhe is dead : Oh, Imaſſing,
Safe may it thou wander, ſafe return agen.

*Clot.* Sirrah, is this Letter true ?

*Pisa.* Sir, as I think.

*Clot.* It is Poffhumus' hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou
would'ſt not be a Villain, but do me true ſervic'e : undergo
thoſe employments wherein I ſhould have cauſe to uſe thee
with a feriſing induſtry, that is, what villanry ſoſe I bid
thoſe do to perform it, directly and truly, I would think
thoſe an honeft man : thou should'ſt neither want my means
for thy relief, nor my voyce for thy preferment.

*Pisa.* Well, my good Lord.

*Clot.* Wilt thou ſerve me ? For ſince patiently and con-
ſtantly thou haſt ſuck to the bare Fortune of that Beggar
Poffhumus, thou canſt not in the course of gratitude, but be a
diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou ſerve me?

*Pisa.* Sir, I will.

*Clot.* Give me thy hand, here's my Purſe. Haſt any of
thy late Maſters Garments in thy poſſeffion?

*Pisa.* I have (my Lord) at the Lodging, the fame ſuit he
wore, when he took leave of my Lady and Miftris.

*Clot.* The firſt ſervic'e thou doſt me, fetch that ſuit hi-
ther ; let it be thy firſt ſervic'e, go.

*Pisa.* I ſhall, my Lord,
[Exeunt.]

*Clot.* Meet thee at Milford Haven: (I forgot to ask him
one thing, I'le remember'tanon:) even there, thou villain,
Poffhumus, will I kill thee. I would theſe Garments were
come. She ſaid upon a time (the bitneſſs of it, I now
belch from my heart) that ſhe held the very Garment of
Poffhumus, in more reſpect, than my Noble and natural
perſon together with the adorament of my Qualities,
With that ſuit upon my back will I ravish her: firſt kill
him, and in her eyes : there ſhall ſhe ſee my valour, which
will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground,
my ſpeech of inſultment ended on his dead body, and when
my luſt hath dined (which as I faſſ, to vex her, I will ex-
ecute in the Cloaths that ſhe ſo prais'd:) to the Court
I'le knock her back, foot her home again. She hath deſpis'd
me rejoicingly, and I'le be merry in my Revenge.

*Enter*

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Enter Pifanio.

Be thate the Garments?

Pif. I, my Noble Lord.

Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven?

Pif. She can scarce be there yet.

Clo. Bring this Apparel to my Chamber, that is the fecond thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary Mute to my defign. Be but dutious, and true preferment shall tender it self to thee. My Revenge is now at Milford, would I had Wings to follow it. Come and be true.

[Exit.]

Pif. Thou bidd'st me to my lofs: for true to thee,
Vere to prove falfe, which I will never be
To him that is moft true. To Milford go,
And find not her, whom thou purfuelt. Flow, flow,
You Heavenly Bleffings on her: This Fool's speed
Be croft with flowneſs; Labour be his meed.
[Exit.]

### Scena Sexta.

Enter Imogen alone.

Imo. I fee a man's life is a tedious one,
I have tired my felf: and for two nights together
Have made the ground my Bed. I should be fick,
But that my revolution helps me: Milford,
When from the Mountain top Pifanio ſhew'd thee,
Thou was't within a ken. Oh, Jove, I think
Foundations ſie the wretched, fuch I mean,
VWhere they ſhould be reliev'd. Two Beggars told me,
I could not miſs my way. VVill poor Folks Iye
That have affiCTIONS on them, knowing'tis
A puniſhment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,
VWhen Rich-ones ſcarce tell true. To lapſe in Fulneſs
Is ſorfer, than to lie for Need: and Falflood
Is worſe in Kings, than Beggars. My dear Lord,
Thou art one o'th' falſe Ones: now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
At point to link for Food. But what is this?
Here is a path to't: 'tis ſome favege hold :
I were beſt not call; I dare not call: yet Famine
Ere it clean o're-throw Nature, make it valiant.
Plenty and peace breeds Cowards, Hardneſs ever
Of Hardineſs is Mother. Ho? who's here?
If any that's civil, ſpeak, if ſavage,
Take, or lend. Ho? no anſwer? then I'll enter,
Beſt draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy
But fear the Sword like me, he'll ſcarcely look on't.
Such a Foe, good Heavens.
[Exit.]

### Scena Septima.

Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. You Polidore have prov'd beſt Woodman, and
Are Maſter of the Feaſt: Cadwall and I
Will play the Cook, and Servant, 'tis our match:
The weaſt of industry would dry, and die
But for the end it works to. Come, our ſtomachs
Will make what's homely, favourſy; Wearineſs
Can ſnore upon the Flint, when reſty Sloth
Finds the Down-Pillow hard. No peace be here,
Poor Houſe, that keep'st thy ſelf.

Gui. I am throughly weary.

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet ſtrong in appetite.

Gni. There is cold meat i' th' Cave, we'll brouze on that
Whil't what we have kill'd be Cook'd.

Bel. Stay, come not in:

But that it eats our Viduals, I ſhould think
Here were a Faiery.

Gui. What's the matter, Sir?

Bel. By Jupiter an Angel: or if not,
An Earthly Paragon. Behold Divineneſs
No elder than a Boy.

Enter Imogen.

Imo. Good Maſter, harm me not:

Before I enter'd here, I call'd, and thought
To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: good troth
I have ſholn nought, nor would nor, though I had found
Gold ſtrew'd i' th' Floor. Here's money for my Meat,
I would have left it on the Board for foo
As I had made my Meal: and parted
With Prayers for the Provider.

Gui. Money? Youth.

Arv. All Gold and Silver rather turn do durt,
As'tis no better reckon'd, but of thate
Who worſhip durty gods.

Imo. I fee you're angry:

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I ſhould
Have died, had I not made it.

Bel. Whither bound?

Imo. To Milford Haven.

Bel. What's your name?

Imo. Fidele, Sir; I have a Kinaſman, who
Is bound for Italy: he embark'd at Milford,
To whom being going, almoſt ſpent with hunger,
I am ſaln in this offence.

Bel. Prethee (fair youth)

Think us no Churſs: nor meaſure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd,
'Tis almoſt night, you ſhall have better cheer
Ere you depart, and thanks to ſtay and eat it:
Boys, bid him welcome.

Gui. Were you a Woman, youth,
I ſhould woe hard, but be your Groom in honeſty;
I bid for you, as I do buy.

Arv. I'll make't my comfort

He is a man, I'll love him as my Brother:
And ſuch a welcome as I'd give to him
(After long abſence) ſuch is yours. Moſt welcome:
Be ſfrightly, for you fall 'mongſt Friends.'

Imo. 'Mongſt Friends.

If Brothers: would it had been ſo, that they
Had been my Father's Sons, then had my prize
Been leſs, and ſo more equal ballaſting
To thee, Poſſumus.

Bel. He wrings at ſome diſtrefſs.

Gni. Would I could free't.

Arv. Or I, what ere it be,

What pain it coſt, what danger: gods !

Bel. Hark, Boyes.

Imo. Great men

That had a Court no bigger than this Cave,
That did attend themſelves, and had the virtue
Which their own Conſcience ſeel'd them: laying by
That nothing-gift of differing Multitudes
Could not out-piece theſe twain. Pardon me gods,
I' d change my Sex to be Companion with them,
Since Leonatus ſalſe.

Bel. It ſhall be ſo:

Boyes, we'll go drefs our Hunt. Fair, you come in;
Difcourſe is heavy, ſaſting: when we have ſupp'd
We'll manerly demand thee of thy Story.

So far as thou wilt ſpeak it,

Gui. Pray draw near.

Arv. The night to th' Owl,

And Morn to th' Lark leſs welcome.

Imo. Thanks, Sir.

Arv. I pray draw near.

[Exeunt.]

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### Scena Octava.

*Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.*

1 Sen. This is the tenour of the Emperours Writ;
that since the common men are now in Action
'Gainst the Pannonians, and Dalmatians,
And that the Legions now in Gallia, are
Full weak to undertake our Wars against
The faln-off Britans, that we do incite
The Gentry to this bufneſs. He creates
Lucius Pro-Conſul: and to you the Tribunes
For this immediate Levy, he commands
His abſolute Commiſſion, Long live Cæsar.
Tri. Is Lucius General of the Forces?
2 Sen. 1.
Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
1 Sen. With those Legions

Which I have ſpoke of, whereunto your Levy
Mußt be ſuppluent: the words of your Commiſſion
Will tye you to the Numbers and the time
Of their diſpatch

Tri. We will diſcharge our duty.

[Exeunt.]

*Enter Cloten alone.*

Clot. I Am near to th' place where they ſhould meet,
if Pifanio have map'd it truly. How fit his Gar-
ments ſerve me ? Why ſhould his Miftrifs, who was made
by him, that made the Taylor not be fit too ? The ra-
ther (faving reverence of the Word) for ? is faid a Wo-
mans ſineſts comes by fits : therein I muſt play the Work-
man, I dare ſpeak it to my ſelf, for it is not Vain-glory
for a man and his Glaſs, to confer in his own Chamber ; I
mean, the Lines of my Body are as well drawn as his ; no
leſs young, more ſtrong, not beneath him in Fortunes, be-
yond him in the advantage of the time, above him in
Birth, alike converſant in general ſervicés, and more re-
markable in ſingle oppoſitions : yet this imperſeverant
Thing loves him in my deſpight. What Mortality is?
Poſtbumus, thy Head (which now is growing upon thy
fhoulders) ſhall within this hour be off, thy Miftrifs in-
forced, thy Garments cut to pieces before thy Face: and
all this done, ſpurn her home to her Father, who may
(happily) be a little angry for my ſo rough ſuſage: but my
Mother having power of his telfineſts, ſhall turn all into
my commendations. My Horſe is tyed up ſafe, out Sword,
and to a ſore purpofe: Fortune put them into my hand :
This is the very deſcription of their meeting place, and
the Fellow dares not deceive me.

[Exit.]

### Scena Secunda.

*Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen from the Cave.*

Bel. You are not well: Remain here in the Cave,
We'll come to you after Hunting.
Arv. Brother, ſtay here:

Are we not Brothers ?

Imo. So man and man ſhould be,
But Clay and Clay differs in dignity,
Whofe duſt is both alike. I am very ſick,

Gui. Go you to Hunting, I'll abide with him.

Imo. So ſick I am not, yet I am not well:
But not ſo Citizen a wanton, as
To ſeem to die, ere ſick: So please you, leave me,
Stick to your Journal courſe: the breach of Cuſtom,
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not ſociable: I am not very ſick,
Since I can reaſon of it: pray you truſt me here,
I'll rob none but my ſelf, and let me die
Stealing ſo poorly.

Gui. I love thee: I have ſpoke it,
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my Father.

Bel. What ? how ? how ?

Arv. If it be fin to ſay ſo (Sir) I yoak me
In my good Brothers fault: I know not why
I love this youth, and I have heard you ſay,
Love's reaſons without reaſon. The Beer at Door,
And a demand who is't ſhall die, I'd ſay
My Father, not this Youth.

Bel. Oh noble ſtrain!

O worthineſts of Nature, breed of greatneſts!

“ Cowards, Father, Cowards, and bafe things, Sire, bafe;

“ Nature hath Meal and Bran; Contempt and Grace,

I'm not their Father, yet who this ſhould be,

Doth miracle it ſelf, lov'd before me.

'Tis the ninth hour o' th' Morn.

Arv. Brother, farewel.

Imo. I with ye ſport.

Arv. You health. — So please you, Sir.

Imo. Theſe are kind Creatures.

Gods, what lies I have heard :

Our Couriers ſay, all's ſavage, but at Court:

Experience, oh thou diſprov't Report.

Th' imperious Seas breed Monſters, for the Difh,

Poor Tributary Rivers, as ſweet Fifth:

I am ſick ſtill, heart-ſick: Pifanio.

I'll now taſt of thy Drugg.

Gui. I could not ſir him:

He ſaid he was gentle, but unfortunate;

Difhoneſtly afflicted, but yet honest.

Arv. Thus did he anſwer me: yet ſaid hereafter,
I might know more.

Bel. To th' Field, to th' Field:

We'll leave you for this time, go in, and reſt.

Arv. We'll not be long away.

Bel. Pray be not ſick.

For you muſt be our Huiswife.

Imo. Well or ill,

I am bound to you.

Bel. And thalt be ever.

This youth, how e're diſtrefſt, appears he hath had
Good Anceſtors.

Arv. How Angel-like he ſings?

Gui. But his neat Cookery ?

Arv. He cut our Roots in Characters,
And ſawc't our Broths, as Juno had been ſick,
And he her Dieter.

Arv. Nobly he yoaks

A smiling with a ſigh: as if the ſigh

Was that it was, for not being ſuch a ſmile:

The ſmile mocking the ſigh, that it would fly

From ſo divine a Temple, to commix

With Winds that Sailors rail at.

Gui. I do note,

That grief and patience rooted in them both,
Mingle their ſpurs together,

Arv. Grow patient,

And let the flinking Elder (Grief) untwine
His perſiling root, with the encreaſing Vine.

Bel. It is great Morning. Come away: who's there ?

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*Enter*

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Enter Cloten.

Clo. I cannot find thofe Runagates, that Villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

Bel. Thofe Runagates?

Means he not us? I partly know him, 'tis

Cloten, the Son o' th' Queen. I fear some Ambufh:

I faw him not thefe many years, and yet

I know 'tis he: we are held as Out laws; hence.

Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search

What Companies are near: pray you away,

Let me alone with him.

Clot. Soft, what are you

That file me thus? Some Villain Mountaineers?

I have heard of such. What Slave art thou?

Gui. A thing,

More flavifh did I ne're, than anſwering

A Slave without a knock.

Clot. Thou art a Robber,

A Law-Breaker, a Villain: yield thee, Thief.

Gui. To whom? to thee? what art thou? Have not I

An Arm as big as thine? a Heart as big?

Thy words I grant are bigger: for I wear not

My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,

Why I should yield to thee ?

Clo. Thou Villain bafe,

Know'lt me not by my Cloths?

Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Raſcal,

Who is thy Grandfather: He made thofe Cloaths,

Which (as it ſeems) make thee.

Clo. Thou preciouſ Varlet,

My Taylor made them not.

Gui. Hence then, and thank

The man that gave them thee. Thou art ſome Fool,

I am loth to beat thee.

Clo. Thou injurious Thief,

Hear but my name, and tremble,

Gui. What's thy Name?

Clo. Cloten, thou Villain.

Gui. Cloten, thou double Villain be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,
'Twould move fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy meer Confuſion, thou ſhalt know

I am Son to th' Queen.

Gui. I am forry for't: not ſeeming

So worthy as thy Birth.

Clo. Art not aſeard ?

Gui. Thofe that I reverence, thofe I fear, the Wife:

At Fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clo. Die the Death:

When I have flain thee with my proper hand,

I'll follow thofe that even now ſled hence:

And on the Gates of Ludt-Town fet your heads:

Yield Ruſtick Mountaineer.

Fight and Exeunt.

Enter Bellarius and Arviragus.

Bel. No Company's abroad?

Arvo. None in the World: you did miftake him ſure.

Bel. I cannot tell: long is it ſince I faw him,
But Time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of Favour
Which then he wore: the ſnatches in his Voice,
And burſt of ſpeaking were as his: I am abſolute
'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them;

I with my Brother make good time with him,
You ſay he is ſo fell.

Bel. Being ſcare made up,

I mean to man; he had not apprehenſion
Of roaring terrors: For defect of judgment
Is oft the cauſe of Fear.

Enter Guiderius.

But fee thy Brother.

Guis. This Cloten was a Fool, an empty Purſe,
There was no money in't: Not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his Brains, for he had none:
Yet I not doing this, the Fool had born
My Head, as I do his.

Bel. What haſt thou done ?

Gui. I am perfect what; cut off one Cloten's Head,
Son to the Queen (after his own report)
Who call'd me Traytor, Mountaineer, and ſware
With his own hand he'd take us in,
Displace our heads, where (thanks to th' gods) they grow
And fet them on Luds Town.

Bel. We are all undone.

Guis. Why, worthy Father, what have we to loſe,
But that he ſwere to take our Lives? the Law
Protects not us, then why should we be tender,
To let an arrogant piece of fleſh threat us?
Play Judge, and Executioner, all himſelf?
For we do fear no Law. What Company
Diſcover you abroad?

Bel. No ſingle Soul

Can we fet Eye on: but in all ſafe reaſon
He muſt have ſome Attendants. Though his Honour
Vvas nothing but mutation; I, and that
From one bad thing to worſe: Not Frenzy,
Not abſolute madneſs could ſo far have rav'd
To bring him here alone, although perhaps
It may be heard at Court, that ſuch as we
Cave here, haunt here, are Out-laws, and in time
May make ſome ſtronger head, the which he hearing,
(As it is like him) might break out, and ſwear
He'd fetch us in, yet is't not probable
To come alone, either ſo undertaking,
Or they ſo suffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.

Arv. Let Ord'nance

Come, as the gods fore-fay it, howſo're

My Brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day: The Boy Fidele's ſickneſs

Did make my way long forth.

Guis. VVith his own Sword,

Which he did wave againſt my throat, I have ta'n
His Head from him: I'll throw't into the Creek
Behind our Rock, and let it to the Sea,
And tell the Fifeſh, he's the Queens Son, Cloten,
That's all I reak.

Exi.

Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd:

Woul (Polidore) thou hadſt not done't: though valour
Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. Would I had done't,

So the Revenge alone purſu'd me: Polidore,
I love thee Brotherly, but envy much
Thou haſt robb'd me of this deed: I would Revenges
That poffible ſtrength might meet, would ſeeK us through,
And put us to our anſwer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done :

We'll hunt no more to day, nor ſeeK for danger
Where there's no profit. I prethee to our Rock,
You and Fidele play the Cooks: I'll ſtay
Till haſtly Polidore return, and bring him
To Dinner prefently.

Arv. Poor ſick Fidele.

I'll willingly to him, to gain his colour,
I'd let a Parifh of ſuch Clotens blood,

And

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183

And praife my self for Charity,
Bel. O thou Goddeſs,

Thou divine Nature; thy ſelf thou blazon't
In theſe two Princely Boyes: they are as gentle
As Zephyres blowing below the Violent,
Not wagging his ſweet Head; and yet, as rough
(Their Royal blood enchaſ'd) as the rud'ſt wind,
That by the top doth take the Mountain Pine,
And make him ſloop to th' Vail. 'Tis wonder
That an inviſible inſtinct ſhould frame them
To Royalty unlearn'd, Honour untaught,
Civility not ſeen from other: Valour,
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been ſow'd: yet ſtill it's ſtrange
What Clotens being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.

Enter Guiderius.

Gui. Where's my Brother ?

I have ſent Clotens Clot pole down the ſtream;
In Embaffile to his Mother; his bodies hoffage
His return.

Solemn Musick

Bel. My ingenuous Inſtrument,
(Hark Polidore) it ſounds: but what occaſion
Hath Cadwall now to give it motion? Hark.

Gri. Is he at home ?

Bel. He went hence even now.

Gui. What does he mean ?

Since death of my dear'ſt Mother
It did not ſpeak before. All ſolemn things
Should anſwer ſolemn Accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toyes,
Is jollity for Apes, and grief for Boyes.
Is Cadwall mad ?

Enter Arviragus, with Imogen dead, bearing
her in his Arms.

Bel. Look, here he comes,

And brings the dire occaſion in his Arms,
Of what we blame him for.

Arv. The Bird is dead

That we have made ſo much on. I had rather
Have skipt from ſixteen years of Age, to ſixty:
To have turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,
Than have ſeen this.

Gui. Oh ſweeteſt, faireſt Lilly :

My Brother weareth not the one half ſo well,
As when thou grew'ſt thy ſelf.

Bel. Oh Melancholy,

Who ever yet could ſound thy bottom? Find
The Ozea, to ſhew that Coaſt thy fluggiſh care
Might eaflieſt harbour in. Thou bleſſed thing.
Tove knows what man thou might'ſt have made: but I,
Thou dyed'ſt a more rare Boy, of Melancholy.
How found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you fee :

Thus ſmiling as ſome Fly had tickled ſlumber,
Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at: his right Check
Repoling on a Cuffion.

Gui. Where ?

Arv. O' th' Floor :

His Arms thus leagu'd, I thought he ſlept, and put
My clouted Brogues from off my Feet, whose rudeneſs
Anſwer'd my ſleps too loud.

Gui. Why, he but fleeps :

If he be gone he'll make his Gravè a Bed:
With Female Faieries will his Tomb be haunted,
And Worms will not come to thee.

Arv. With faireſt Flowers

Whil'ſt Summer laſts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll ſweeten thy ſad Grave: thou fhalt not lack
The Flower that's like thy Face. Pale-Primroſe, nor

[Exit.]

The azur'd Hare-Bell, like thy Veins: no nor
The Leaf of Eglantine, whom not to flander,
Out sweetned not thy breath: the Raddock would
With Charitable bill. (Oh bill fore fhaming
Thofe rich-lefte-Heirs, that let their Fathers lie
Without a Monument) bring thee all this,
Yea, and furr'd Moſs besides. When Flowers are none
To winter ground thy Coarſe—

Gui. Prethee have done,

And do not play in Wench-like words with that
Which is ſo ferious. Let us bury him,
And not protraet with admiration, what

Is now due Debt. To th' Grave.

Arv. Say, where fhall's lay him ?

Gui. By good Euriphile, our Mother.

Arv. Be't to :

And let us (Polidore) though now our Voices
Have got the mannih crack, ſing him to th' ground
As once to our Mother: uſe like note, and words,
Save that Euriphile muſt be Fidele.

Gui. Cadwall.

I cannot ſing: I'll weep, and word it with thee,
For Notes oforrow, out of tune, are worſe
Than Prieſts, and Vanes that lie.

Arv. We'll ſpeak it then.

Bel. Great griefs I fee Med'cine the ſeſ. For Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a Queens Son, Boyes,
And though he came our Enemy, remember
He was paid for that: thou mean, and mighty rotting
Together have one duſt, yet Reverence

(That Angel of the World) doth make diſtinction
Of place 'twixt high and low. Our Foe was Princely,
And though you took his life, as being our Foe,
Yet bury him, as a Prince.

Gui. Pray thee fetch him hither,

Therſites Body is as good as Ajax,
When neither are alive.

Arv. If you'll go fetch him,

We'll ſay our Song the whil'ſt: Brother begin.

Gui. Nay Cadwall, we muſt lay his Head to th' Eaſt,
My Father hath a reaſon for't.

Arv. 'Tis true.

Gui. Come on then, and remove him.

Arv. So, begin.

SONG.

Guid. Fear no more the heat o' th' Sun,

Nor the ſurious Winters rages,

Thou thy Worldly task haſt done,

Home art gone, and take thy wages.

Golden Lads and Girls all muſt,

As Chimney-Sweepers come to duſt.

Arv. Fear no more the frown o' th' Great,

Thou art paſſ the Tyrants ſtroke,

Care no more to cloath and eat,

To thee the Reed is as the Oak :

The Scepter, Learning, Phyſick, muſt,

All follow this and come to duſt.

Arv. Fear no more the Lightning ſlath.

Arv. Nor th' all dreaded Thunder-Stone.

Arv. Fear no flander. Censure rath.

Arv. Thou haſt finiſh'd ſoy and Moan.

Both. All Lovers young, all Lovers muſt,
Conſign to thee, and come to duſt.

Gui. No Exorciser harm thee,

Arv. Nor no Witchcraft charm thee.

Gui. Ghoſt unlaid forbear thee.

Arv. Nothing ill come near thee.

Both. Quiet consummation have,
And renowned be thy Grave.

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Enter

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Enter Bellarius with the Body of Cloten.

Gui. We have done our obsequies:
Come lay him down.
Bel. Here's few Flowers, but about midnight more:
The herbs that have on them cold dew oth' night
Are strewings fitt'ft for Graves: upon their Faces.
You were as Flowers, now withered: even so
The rest Herbelets shall, which we upon you strew.
Come on away, apart upon our Knees:
The ground that gave them first, has them again:
Their pleafures here are past, so are their pain.
Imogen awakes.

Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven, which is the way?
I thank you: by yond Buft? pray how far thither?
'Ods pittikins: can it be fix mile yet?
I have gone all night: 'faith, I'le lye down and sleep.
But sofe: no Bedfellow? Oh Gods, and Goddeſſes!
Theſe Flowers are like the pleafures of the World;
This bloody man the care on't. I hope I dream:
For so I thought I was a Cave-keeper,
And Cook to honeft Creatures. But 'tis not so:
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, fhot at nothing,
Which the Brain makes of Fumies. Our very eyes,
Are ſometimes like our judgments, blind. Good Faith
I tremble ſtill with fear: but if there be
Yet left in Heaven, as ſmall a drop of pitty.
As a Wrens Eye: fear'd Gods, a part of it.
The Dream's here ſtill: even when I wake it is
Without me, as within me: not imagin'd, ſelt.
A headleſs man? The Garments of Poffhumus?
I know the ſhape of's Leg: this is his Hand:
His Foot Mercurial: his Martial Thigh,
The Brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial Face—
Murther in Heaven? How? 'tis gone. Pifanio,
All curſes madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee: thou
Conſpir'd with that irregulofus Devil Cloten,
Hath here cut off my Lord. To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous. Dam'd Pifanio
Hath with his ſorg'd Letters (dam'd Pifanio)
From this moſt bravelt Veſſel of the World
Struck the main top! Oh Poffhumus, alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? Aye me, I, where's that?
Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
And left his head on. How ſhould this be, Pifanio?
Tis he and Cloten. Maſſe and Lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant !
The Drugg he gave me, which he ſaid was precious
And Cordial to me, have I not found it
Murdr'ous to th' Senſes? that confirms it home:
This is Pifanio's deed, and Cloten: Oh!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horriſer may ſee to thofe
Which chace to find us, Oh, my Lord! my Lord!

Enter Lucius, Captains, and a Soothſayer.

Cap. To them, the Legions garrifon'd in Gallia
After your will, have croft the Sea, attending
You here at Milford-Haven, with your Ships:
They are in readinſes.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Cap. The Senate that ſir'd up the Conſiners,
And Gentlemen of Italy, moſt willing Spirits,
That promife Noble Service: and they come
Under the Conduct of bold Jachimo,
Syenna's Brother.
Luc. When expect you them?
Cap. With the next benefit oth' wind.
Luc. This forwardneſs
Make our hopes fair. Command our prefent numbers,
Be muſtered, bid the Captains look to't. Now, Sir,

What, have you dream'd of late of this Wars purpofe.
Sooth. Last night the very gods ſhew'd me a Vifion
(I ſeaf, and pray'd for their Intelligence) thus:
I ſaw Joves Bird, the Roman Eagle wing'd
From the Spungy South, to this part of the Weſt,
There vanifh'd in the Sun-beams, which portends
(Unless my Sins abufe my Divination)
Succes to th' Roman hoſt.
Luc. Dream often so,
And never falſe. Soft ho, what Trunk is here?
Without his top? the ruine ſpeaks, that ſometime
It was a worthy building. How? a Page?
Or dead, or ſleeping on him? but dead rather:
For Nature doth abhor to make his bed
With the deſtunc, or ſleep upon the dead.
Let's fee the Boys face.

Cap. He's alive, my Lord.
Luc. He'll then inſtruct us of his body. Young one,
Inform us of the Fortunes, for it ſeems.
They crave to be demanded: who is this
Thou mak't thy bloody Pillow? Or who was he
That (otherwife the noble Nature did)
Hath alter'd that good Picture? What's thy intereſt
In this ſad wrack? How came't? Who is't?
What art thou?
Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better: This was my Maſter,
A very valiant Britain, and a good,
That here by Mountainers lies ſlain: Alas,
There are no more ſuch Maſters: I may wander
From Eaſt to Occident, cry out for Service,
Try many, all good: ſerve truly: never
Find ſuch another Maſter.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth:
Thou mov't no leſs with thy complaining, than
The Maſter in bleeding: ſay his name, good Friend,
Imo. Richard du Camp: If I do lye and do,
No harm by it, though the Gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it. Say you, Sir?
Luc. Thy name?
Imo. Fidele, Sir.
Luc. Thou do't approve thy ſelf the very fame:
Thy name well fits thy Faith, thy Faith, thy Name:
Wilt take thy change with me? I will not ſay
Thou thalt be ſo well maſter'd, but be ſure
No leſs belov'd. The Roman Emperours Letters
Sent by a Conſul to me, I should no ſooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.

Imo. I'le follow, Sir. But first an't pleafe the gods,
Ple hide my Maſter from the Flyes as deep
As theſe poor Pickaxes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha'ſtrew'd his grave,
And on it ſaid a Century of Prayers,
(Such as I can) twice o're, I'le weep, and ſigh,
And leaving ſo his ſervice, follow you,
So pleafe you entertain me.
Luc. I, good youth,
And rather Father thee, than Maſter thee: My Friends,
The Boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettiſt Dazied-Plot we can,
And make him with our Pikes and Partizans
A Grave: Come, Arme him: Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee, to us, and he shall be interr'd
As Souldiers can. Be chearful, wipe thine Eyes,
Some falls are means the happier to arife.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio.

Cym. Again: and bring us word how 'tis with her,
A Feaiver with the abſence of her Son;
A madneſs, of which her life's in danger: Heavens,
How

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185

How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time

When fearful Wars point at me: Her Son gone,
So needful for his prefont ? It strikes me, me, paft
The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,
Who needs muft know of her departure, and
Doft feem fo ignorant, we'll inforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

Pifas. Sir, my life is yours,

I humbly fet it at your will: But for my Miftrefes,
I nothing know where fhe remains: why gone,
Nor when the puſpofes return. Befeech your Highneſſes,
Hold me your Loyal Servant.

Lord. Good my Liege,

The day that fhe was milling, ſhe was here ;
I dare be bound he's true, and ſhall perform
All parts of his ſubſjection loially. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in feeking him,
And will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is tronbleſome :

We'll flip you for a ſeafon, but with jealousy
Do's yet depend.

Lord. So pleafe your Majefly,

The Roman Legions all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast, with ſupply

Of Roman Gentlemen, by the Senate ſent.

Cym. Now for the Counſel of my Son and Queen.

I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my Liege,

Your preparation can affront no leſſs
Than what you hear of.

Come more, for more you're ready :

The want is, but to put theſe powers in motion,
That long to move.

Cym. I thank you: let's withdraw

And meet the time, as it feeks us, We fear not

What can from Italy annoy us, but

We grieve at chances here. Away.

[Exeunt.]

Pifas. I heard no Letter from my Maſter, ſince

I wrote him Imogen was ſlain. 'Tis ſtrange :

Nor hear I from my Miftrefes, who did promife

To yield me often tidings. Neither know I

What is betide to Cloten, but remain

Perplext in all. The Heavens ſtill muſt work :

Wherein I am ſalfe, I am honesſ: not true, to be true.

Theſe prefent wars ſhall find I love my Country,
Even to the note o' th' King, or I'le fall in them :

All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,

Fortune brings in ſome Boats, that are not ſleeŕ'd.

[Exit.]

## Scena Quarta.

Gui. The noife is round about us.

Bel. Let us from it.

Arvi. What pleafure, Sir, we find in life, to lock it

From Action, and Adventure ?

Gui. Nay, what hope

Have we in hiding us ? this way the Romans

Muſt, or for Britains ſlay us, or receive us

For barbarous and unnatural Revolts

During their uſe, and ſlay us after.

Bel. Sons,

We'll higher to the Mountains, there ſecure us.

To the King's party there's no going: neſneſs
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor muſter'd
Among the Bands) may drive us to a render

Where we have liv'd; and ſo extort from's that

VVhich we have done, whose anſwer would be death
Drawn on his torture.

Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt

In fuch a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor fatisfying us

Arvi. It is not likely,

That when they hear their Roman horſes neighſ,
Behold their quarter'd ſires; have both their eyes

And ears ſo cloyd importantly as now,

That they will waſt their time upon our note,

To know from whence we are.

Bel. Oh, I am known

Of many in the Army: Many years

(Though Cloten 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 find in my Exile, the want of Breeding,

The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeſes

To have the courteſe your Cradle promis'd,

But to be ſill hot Summer's tanlings, and

The shrinking Slaves of Winter.

Gui. Than be ſo,

Better to caſe to be: Pray, Sir, to th' Army:

I, and my Brother are not known; your ſelf

So out of thought, and thereto ſo ore-grown,

Cannot be question'd.

Arvi. By this Sun that ſhines

I'le bither: what thing is it, that I never

Did fee man dye, ſcarce ever look'd on blood,

But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venifon?

Never beſtrid a Horſe ſave one, that had

A Rider like my ſelf, who ne're wore Rowel,

Who Iron on his heel? I am aſham'd

To look upon the holy Sun, to have

The benefit of his bleſt Beams, remaining

So long a poor unknown.

Gui. By heavens I'le go,

If you will bleſſ me, Sir, and give me leave,

I'le take the better care: but if you will not,

The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

The hands of Romans.

Arvi. So ſay I, Amen.

Bel. No reaſon I (ſince of your lives you ſet
So flight a valuation) ſhould reſerve

My crac'd one to more care. Have with you, Boys :

If in your Country wars you chance to dye,

That is my Bed too (Lads) and there I'le lye,

Lead, lead; the time ſeems long, their blood thinks ſcon

Till it ſlie out, and ſhow them Princes born.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Poſthumus alone.

Poſt. Y
Ea bloody cloth, I'le keep thee: for I am wifht
Thou should'ſt be colour'd thus. You married

If each of you would take this courſe, how many (ones,

Muſt murther Wives much better than themſelves

For wrying but a little ? Oh Pifanio,

Every good Servants does not all Commands :

No Bond, but to do juit ones. Gods, if you

Should have ta'ne vengeance on my ſaults, I never

Had liv'd to put on this: ſo had you ſaved

The noble Imogen to repent, and ſtrook

Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeaſc. But alack

You ſnatch from hence for little ſaults; that's love

To have them ſall no more: you ſome permit

To ſecond ills with ills, each Elder worſe,

And make them dread it, to the doers thrift,

But Imogen is your own, do your beſt wills,

And make me bleſt to obey. I am brought hither

Among th' Italian Gentry, and to fight

Againſt my Ladies Kingdom: 'tis enough

That (Britain) I have kill'd thy Miftrefs: Peace,

QQQ 3

I'll

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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

I'le give no wound to thee: therefore, good Heavens,
Hear patiently my purpose. I'le disrobe me
Of theſe Ialian weeds, and ſuit my ſelf
As do's a Britain Peazant: ſo I le fight
Against the part I come with: ſo I'le die
For thee (O Imogen) even for whom my life
Is every breath, a death: and thus unknown,
Pitied, nor hated, to the face of peril
My ſelf I'le dedicate. Let me make men know
More valour in me, than my habits ſhow,
Gods, put the ſtrength o'th' Leonati in me:
To ſhame the guife o'th' world, I will begin,
The fashion leſs without, and more within.

[Exit.]

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Lucius, Jachimo, and the Roman Army at one door:
and the Britain Army at another: Leonatus Poſthumus following like a poor Souldier. They march over, and go out. Then enter again in Skirmish Jachimo and Poſthumus: he vanquisheth and disarmeth Jachimo, and then leaves him.

Fac. The heavineſs and guilt within my boſom,
Takes off my manhood: I have belyed a Lady,
The Princes of this Country; and the air on't
Revengingly enfeebles me, or could this Carle,
A very drudge of Natures, have ſubdu'd me
In my ſ проſeſſion? Knighthoods, and Honours born
(As I wear mine) are titles but of ſcorn.
If that thy Gentry (Britain) go before
This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the odds
is, that we ſcare are men, and you are gods.

[Exit.]

The Battel continues, the Britains flye, Cymbeline is taken:
then enter to his rescue, Bellarius, Guiderius, and
Arviragus.

Bel. Sand, ſtand, we have the advantage of the ground,
The Lane is garded: Nothing routs us, but
The villany of our fears.

Ghi. Arvi. Stand, ſtand and fight.

Enter Poſthumus, and ſeconds the Britains. They ſeſcue Cymbeline, and exeunt.

Then enter Lucius, Jachimo, and Imogen.

Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and fave thy ſelf:
For Friends kill Friends, and the disorder's ſuch
As War were hood-wink'd.

Fac. 'Tis their fresh ſupplies.

Duc. It is a day turn'd ſtrangely: or betimes
Let's re-inſorce, or fly.

[Exeunt.]

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Poſthumus, and a Britain Lord.

Lor. Cam'ſt thou from where they made the ſtand ?

Poſt. I did.

Though you it ſeems came from the Fliers.

Lor. I bid.

Poſt. No blame to you, Sir, for all was loſt,
But that the Heavens ſought: the King himſelf
Of his wings deſtitute, the Army broken,
And but the backs of Britains ſeen; all flying
Through a ſtrait Lane, the Enemy full-hearted,
Lolliing the tongue with ſlaught'ring: having work
More plentiful, than tools to do't: ſtrock down
Some mortally, ſome flightly touch'd, ſome falling
Merely through fear, that the ſtrait pafs was damm'd
With dead men, hurt behind, and Cowards living
To dye with length'ned ſhame.

Lor. Where was this Lane ?

Poſt. Cloſe by the battel, ditch'd, and wall'd with turſ,
Which gave advantage to an ancient ſouldier
(An honest one I warrant) who deſerv'd
So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,
In doing this for's Country. Athwart the Lane,
He, with two ſtriplings (Lads more like to run
The Country bafe, than to commit ſuch ſlaughtër,
With faces fit for Masks, or rather fairer
Than thofe for prefervation cas'd, or ſhame)
Made good the paffage, cryed to thofe that filed,
Our Britain's hearts die flying, not our men,
To darkneſs fleet Souls that fly backward; ſtand,
Or we are Romans, and will give you that
Like beaſts, which you ſun beaſtly, and may fave
But to look back in frown: Stand, ſtand. Thofe three,
Three thouſand confident, in aft as many :
For three performers are the File, when all
The reſt do nothing. With this word ſtand, ſtand,
Accommodated by the Place; more Charming
With their own Noblenefs, which could have turn'd
A Diftaſſa to a Lance, gilded pale looks;
Part ſhame, part ſpirit renew'd, that ſome turn'd coward
But by example (Oh a fin in War,
Damn'd in the firſt beginners) 'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like Lyons
Upon the Pikes o'th' Hunters. Then began
A ſtop i'th' Chaſer; a Retire: Anon
A Rout, confusion thick: forthwith they ſlie
Chickens, the way which they ſtop ſeagles: Slaves
The ſtrides the Víctors made: and now our cowards
Like Fragments in hard Voyages became
The life o'th' need: having found the back door open
Of the ungarded hearts: heavens, how they wound,
Some ſlain before, ſome dying; ſome their Friends
O're-born i'th' former wave, ten chac'd by one,
Are now each one the ſlaughtër-man of twenty:
Thofe that would dye, or e're re ſeſt, are grown
The mortal bugs o'th' Field.

Lord. This was a ſtrange chance:
A narrow Lane, an old man, and two Boyes.
Poſt. Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear,
Than to work any. Will you Rime upon't.
And vent it for a Mock'ry ? Here is one:
"Two Boyes, an Old man ( twice a Boy) a Lane,
"P referv'd the Britains, was the Romans bane.

Lord. Nay, be not angry, Sir.
Poſt. Lack, to what end ?
Who dares not ſtand his Foe, I'le be his Friend:
For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
I know he'll quickly ſlye my friendſhip too.
You have put me into Rime.

[Exit.]

Lords. Farewel, you're angry.

Poſt. Still going: this is a Lord: Oh noble miſery
To be i'th' field, and ask what news of me:
To day, how many would have given their Honours
To have fav'd their Carkaſſes? took heel to do't,
And yet dyed too. I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Could not find death, where I did hear him groan,
Nor feel him where he ſtrock. Being an ugly Monſter,
'Tis ſtrange he hides him in fresh Cups, ſoft Beds,
Sweet words; or hath more minifers than we
That draw his knives i'th' war. Well I will find him:
For being now a Favourer to the Britain,
No more a Britain, I have refum'd again
The part I came in. Fight I will no more,
But yield me to the verieſt Hind, that ſhall
Once touch my ſhoulder. Great the ſlaughtër is
Here made by th' Roman; great the anſwer ſe,
Britains muſt take. For me, my Ranſom's death,
On either ſide I come to ſpend my breath;
Which neither here I'le keep, not bear agen,
But end it by ſome means for Imagen.

Enter

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Enter two Captains, and Souldiers.

1. Great Jupiter be prais'd, Lucius is taken,
'Tis thought the old man, and his Sons, were Angels.

2. There was a fourth man, in a filly habit,
That gave th' Affront with them.

1. So 'tis reported:
But none of 'em can be found. Stand, who's there?
Poſſa. A Roman,

Who had not now been drooping here, if fecons
Had anfwer'd him.

2. Lay hands on him: a Dog,
A Leg of Rome shall not return to tell
What Crows have peckt them here; he brags his ſervice
As if he were of note: bring him to th' King.

Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pifanio, and Roman Captives. The Captains prefent Poſthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Gaoler.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Poſthumus, and Gaoler.

Gao. You shall not now be ſtoll,
You have Locks upon you:
So graze, as you find Pauſte.

2. Gao. I, or a ſtomach.
Poſſ. Moſt welcome Bondage: for thou art a way
(I think) to liberty: yet am I better
Than one that's ſick o' th' Gout, ſince he had rather
Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd
By th' ſure Phyſician, Death; who is the Key
T'unar the ſtore Locks. My Conſcience, thou art fetter'd
More than my thanks, and wriſts: you good gods give me
The penitent Inſtrument to pick that Bolt,
Then free for ever. Is't enough I am forry?

So Children temporal Fathers do appeafe;
Gods are more full of mercy. Moſt I repent,
I cannot do it better than in Gyves,
Defir'd, more than conſtrain'd, to ſatiusſe
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
No ſtrifter render of me, than my All.

I know you are more element than vile men,
Who of their broken Debtors take a third,
A fifth, a tenth, letting them thrive again
On their abatement; that's not my deſire.
For Imogen's dear life, take mine, and though
'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life, you coin'd it,
'Tween man, and man, they weigh not every ſtamp:
Though light, take Pieces for the figure's fake,
(You rather) mine being yours: and so great Powers,
If you will take this Audit, take this life,
And cancel thofe cold Bonds. Oh Imogen,
I'll ſpeak to thee in ſilence.

Solemn Muſick. Enter (as in an Apparition) Sicilins Leonatus, Father to Poſthumus, an old man, attired like a Warriour, leading in his hand an ancient Matron (his Wife, and Mother to Poſthumus) with Muſick before them. Then after other Muſick, follows the two young Leonati (Brothers to Poſthumus) with wounds as they died in the Wars, They circle Poſthumus round as he lies ſleeping.

Sicil. No more thou thunder Maſter
Thew thy ſpite, on Mortal ſlies:
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, that thy Adulteries
Rates, and Revenges.
Hath my poor Boy done ought but well,
whoſe Face I never ſaw?
I dy'd whil't in the VVomb he ſtay'd,

attending Natures Law.
Whofe Father then (as men report,
thou Orphans Father art)
Thou should'ſt have been, and ſhielded him
from this Earth-vexing ſmarte.
Moth. Lacina lent not me her aid,
but took me in my throes,
That from me was Poſthumus ript,
came crying 'mongſt his Foes.
A thing of pity.
Sicil. Great Nature like his Anceſtry,
moulded the ſtuff to ſo fair:
That he deferv'd the praife o' th' World,
as great Sicilius Heir.
1. Bro. When once he was mature for man,
in Britain where was he
That could ſtand up his parallel?
or fruitful object be?
In Eye of Imogen, that beſt
could deem his dignity.
Moth. With Marriage therefore was he mockt
to be exil'd, and thrown
From Leonati Seat, and caſt
from her his deareſt one:

Sweet Imogen !

Sicil. Why did you ſuffer Jachimo,
flight thing of Italy,
To taint his nobler heart and brain,
with needleſſ Jealousie,
And to become the geek and ſcorn
o' th' others villany ?

2. Bro. For this, from ſtiller ſeats we came,
our Parents, and us twain,
That ſtriking in our Countries cauſe,
fell bravely, and were ſlain,
Our Fealty, and Tenanſiuus right,
with honour to maintain.

1. Bro. Like hardiment Poſthumus hath
to Cymbeline perform'd:
Then Jupiter, thou King of gods,
why haſt thou thus adjourn'd,
The Graces for her Merits due,
being all to dolours turn'd ?
Sicil. Thy Cryſtal Window ope; look out
no longer exercife

Upon a valiant Race, thy harſh,
and potent injuries:
Moth. Since (Jupiter) our Son is good,
take off his miſeries.

Sicil. Peep through thy Marble Manſion, help,
or we poor Ghoſts will cry
To th' ſhining Synod of the reſt,
againſt thy Deity.

Bre. Help (Jupiter) or we appeal,
and from thy justice ſie.

Jupiter deſcends in Thunder and Lightning, fitring upon an Eagle: he throws a Thunder-bolt. The Ghoſts fall on their kyes.

Jup. No more you petty Spirits of Region low
Offend our hearing: huff. How dare you Ghoſts
Accufe the Thunderer, whoſe Bolt (you know)
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coaſts.

Poor ſhadows of Elizium, hence, and reſt
Upon your never-withering Banks of Flowers.

Be not with mortal accidents oppreſt,
No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.

Whom beſt I love, I croſ: to make my gift
The more delay'd delighted. Be content,
Your low-laid Son, our Godhead will uplift:
His comforts thrive, his Tryals well are ſpent:
Our ſovial Star reign'd at his Birth, and in
Our Temple was he married: Rife, and fade,
He ſhall be Lord of Lady Imogen,

And happier much by his Affiſion made,

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This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein
Our pleafure, his full Fortune, doth confine,
And fo away: no farther with your dinn
Expreſs Impatience, left you (ifr up mine:
Mount Eagle, to my Palace Cryſtalline.

[Afends.]

Sicil. He came in thunder, his Celestial breath
Was fulphurous to ſmell: the holy Eagle
Stoop'd, as to foot us: his Ascetion is
More fweet than our bleſt fields: his Royal Bird
Prunes the immortal wing, and cloyes his Beak,
As when his god is pleas'd.

All. Thanks, Jupiter.

Sicil. The Marble Pavement cloſes, he is enter'd
His radiant Roof: Away, and to be bleſt
Let us with care perform his great beheſt.

[Vanifb.]

Poff. Sleep, thou haſt been a Grandſire, and begot
A Father to me: and thou haſt created
A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh ſcorn)
Gone, they went from hence ſoon as they were born;
And fo I am awake. Poor Wretches, that depend
On Greatneſs, Favour; Dream as I have done,
Wake, and find nothing. But (alas) I ſwerve:
Many Dream not to find, neither deferve,
And yet are ſteep'd in Favours; ſo am I
That have this Golden chance, and know not why:
What Fairies haunt this ground? a book? Oh rare one,
Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment
Nobler than that it covers. Let thy effects
So follow, to be moſt unlike our Courtiers,
As good, as promife.

Reads.

W
HEN as a Lyon's whelp ſhall to himself unknown with-
out ſeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender
Air: And when from afbately Cedar ſhall be lop'd branches,
which being dead many years, ſhall after revive, be joyned
to the old Stock, and freshly grow, then ſhall Poffhumus
and his miſeries, Britain be Fortunate, and flourish in Peace
and Plenty.

'Tis ſtill a Dream: or eſſe ſuch ſtuff as Mad-men
Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing,
Or ſenſeleſs ſpeaking, or a ſpeaking ſuch
As ſenſe cannot untie. But what it is,
The Action of my life is like it, which I'le keep
If but for ſympathy.

Enter Gaoler.

Gao. Come, Sir, are you ready for death ?

Poff. Over-roaſted rather: ready long agoe.

Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you be ready for that,
you are well Cook't.

Poff. So if I prove a good repaſt to the Spectators, the diſh pays the ſhot.

Gao. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir: but the comfort
is, you ſhall be called to no more payments, fear no more
Tavern Bills, which are often the ſadneſs of parting, as the
procuring of mirth: you came in faint for want of meat,
depart reeling with too much drink: forry that you have
payed too much, and forry that you are payed too much:
Purſe and Brain, both empty: the brain the heavier, for
being too light; the Purſe too light, being drawn of hea-
viineſs. Oh, of this contradiction you ſhall now be quit:
Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it ſumms up thouſands in
a trice: you have no true Debtor, and Creditor, but it: of
what's paſt, is, and to come, the diſcharge: your neck (Sir)
is Pen, Book, and Counters: ſo the Acquittance follows.

Poff. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.

Gao. Indeed, Sir, he that fleeps, feels not the Tooth-
Ache: but a man that were to ſleep your ſleep, and a
Hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change
places with his Officer: for look you, Sir, you know not
which way you ſhall go.

Poff. Yes indeed do I, fellow.

Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then: I have not ſeen
him ſo pichtur'd: you muſt either be directed by ſome that
take upon them to know, or to take upon your ſelf that
which I am ſure you do not know: or lump the after-en-
quiry on your own peril: and how you ſhall ſpeed in your
journies end, I think you'll return never to tell one.

Poff. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to
direct them the way I am going, but ſuch as wink, and will
not uſe them

Gao. What an infinite mock is this, that a man ſhould
have the beſt uſe of eyes, to fee the way of blindneſs: I
am ſure ſuch hanging's the way of winking.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. Knock off his Manacles, bring your Prifoner to
the King.

Poffh. Thou bring't good news, I am call'd to be made
free.

Gao. I'le be hang'd then.

Poff. Thou ſhalt be then freer than a Gaoler; no bolts
for the dead.

[Exenut.]

Gao. Unleſs a man would marry a Gallows, and beget
young Gibbets, I never ſaw one ſo prone: yet on my con-
ſciencie, there are verier Knaves define to live, for all he be
a Roman: and there be ſome of them too that die againſt
their wills: ſo ſhould I, if I were one. I would we were
all of one mind, and one mind good: O there were defo-
lation of Gaolers and Gallowſes: I ſpeak againſt my pre-
fent profit, but my wifh hath a preferment in't.

[Exit.]

Scena Quinta.

Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arvi-
ragus, Pifanio, and Lords.

Cym. Stand by my ſide you, whom the gods have made
Preferrers of my Throne: wo is my heart,
That the poor Souldier that ſo richly fought,
Whofe rags ſham'd gilded Arms, whoſe naked breaſt
Stept before Targets of proof, cannot be found:
He ſhall be happy that can find him, if
Our Grace can make him ſo.

Bel. I never ſaw

Such Noble fury in ſo poor a Thing;

Such precious deeds, in one that promis'd nought

But beggery and poor looks.

Cym. No tidings of him ?

Pif. He hath been ſearch'd among the dead, and living,
but no trace of him.

Cym. To my grief, I am

The heir of his reward, which I will add

To you (the Liver, Heart, Brain of Britain)

By whom (I grant) the ſlives. 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are. Report it.

Bellarius. Sir,

In Cambria are we born, and Gentlemen :

Further to boaſt, were neither true, nor modell,
Unleſs I add, we are honeſt.

Cym. Bow your knees,
Arie my Knights oth' Battle, I create you
Companions to our perſon, and will fit you
With Dignities becoming your eſtates.

Enter Cornelius and Ladies.

There's buſineſs in these ſaces: why ſo ſadly
Greet you our Victory? you look like the Romans,
And not o'th' Court of Britain.

Corn. Hail, great King,

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To foure your happineſs, I muſt report
The Queen is dead.

Cym. Whom worſe than a Physician
Would this report become; but I confider,
My Med'cine Life may be prolong'd, yet Death
Will feize the Doctor too. How ended ſhe ?

Cor. With horrour, madly dying, like her ſelf,
Which (being cruel to the World) concluded
Moſt cruel to her ſelf. What ſhe confect,
I will report so pleafe you. Theſe her Women
Can trip me, if I err, who with wet Cheeks
Were preſent when the ſinſh'd.

Cym. Prithee ſay.

Cor. Firſt, ſhe confect ſhe never lov'd you : only
Aſſected Greatneſs got by you : not you :
Married your Royalty, was Wifeto your place :
Abhorr'd your perſon.

Cym. She alone knew this :

And but ſhe ſpoke it dying, I would not
Believe her Lips in opening it. Proceed.

Corn. Your Daughter, whom ſhe bore in hand to love
With ſuch integrity, ſhe did confefs
Was a ſcorpion to her flight, whose life
(But that her flight prevented it) ſhe had
Tane off by poion.

Cym. O moſt delicate Fiend !

Who is't can read a Woman ? is there more?

Corn. More, Sir, and worſe. She did confefs ſhe had
For you a mortal Mineral, which being took,
Should by the minute feed on life, and lingring,
By inches wauſe you. In which time, ſhe purpós'd
By watching, weeping, tendance, killing, to
O'recome you with her ſhow : yes and in time
(When ſhe had fitted you with her craft, to work
Her Son into th' adoption of the Crown :
But failing of her end by his ſtrange abſence,
Grew ſhameleſs desperate, open'd (in deſpight
Of Heaven, and men) her purpòſes: repented
The evils ſhe hatch'd, were not effected : to
Defpairing, died.

Cym. Heard you all this, her Women ?
Lady. We did, to pleafe your Highneſs.

Cym. Mine Eyes

Were not in fault, for ſhe was beautiful :
Mine Ears that heard her flatterry, nor my heart,
That thought her like her ſeeming. It had been viſious
To have miſtruſted her : yet (Oh my Daughter)
That it was folly in me, thou maſſt ſay,
And prove it in thy ſeeling. Heaven mend all.

Enter Lucius, Jachimo, and other Roman Prisoners,
Leonatus behind, and Imogen.

Theu com't not Caius now for Tribute, that
The Britains have rac'd out, though with the loſs
Of many a bold one: whole Kinſmen have made ſuit
That their good Souls may be appeas'd, with ſlaughtser
Of you their Captives, which our ſelf have granted,
So think of your Eſtate.

Luc. Conſider, Sir, the chance of War the day
Was yours by accident: had it gone with us,
We ſhouſt not when the bloud was cool, have threatened
Our Prifoners with the Sword. But ſince the gods
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be call'd ranſome, let it come: ſuſſicth,
A Roman, with a Romans heart can ſuffer :
Auguſtus lives to think on't: and fo much
For my peculiar care. This one thing only
I will entreat, my Boy (a Britain born)
Let him be ranſom'd: never Maſter had
A Page ſo kind, ſo duteous, diligent,
So tender over his occafions, true,
So ſeat, ſo Nurſe-like: let his vertue join
With my requeſt, which I'll make bold, your Highneſs

Cannot deny: he hath done no Britain harm,
Though he have ſerv'd a Roman. Save him (Sir)
And ſpare no bloud beſide.

Cym. I have ſurely ſeen him :

His favour is familiar to me: Boy,
Thou haſt look'd thy ſelf into my grace,
And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
To ſay, live Boy: nere thank thy Maſter, live ;
And ask of Cymbeline what Boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty, and thy ſtate, I'll give it :
Yea, though thou do demand a Prifoner,
The Nobleſt tane.

Imo. I humbly thank your Highneſſs.

Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good Lad,
And yet I know thou wilt.

Imo. No, no, alack,

There's other work in hand: I fee a thing
Bitter to me as Death: your Life, good Maſter,
Muſt ſhuffle for it ſelf.

Luc. The Boy diſlains me,

He leaves me, ſcorns me: briefly die their joyes,
That place them on the truth of Girls, and Boyes.

VVhy ſtands he ſo perplext ?

Cym. VVhat would'ſt thou Boy?

I love thee more, and more: think more and more
VVhat's beſt to ask. Know'ſt him thou look'ſt on ? ſpeak,
VVilt have him live ? Is he thy Kin ? thy Friend ?

Imo. He is a Roman, no more Kin to me,

Than I to your Highneſſs, who being born your Vαſſal
Am ſomething nearer.

Cym. VVherefore ey'ſt thou him ſo ?

Imo. I'll tell you (Sir) in private, if you pleafe

To give me hearing.

Cym. I, with all my heart,

And lend my beſt attention. VVhat's thy name ?

Imo. Fidele, Sir.

Cym. Thou'rt my good Youth, my Page,

I'll be thy Maſter: walk with me: ſpeak freely.

Bel. Is not this Boy reviv'd from Death?

Arv. One ſand another.

Not more reſembles that ſweet Rofie Lad :

VVho dyed, and was Fidele : what think you ?

Gui. The fame dead thing alive.

Bel. Peace, peace, ſee further; he Eyes us not, forbear,
Creatures may be alike: wer't he, I am ſure
He would have ſpoke to us.

Gui. But we fee him dead.

Bel. Be ſilent: let's ſee further.

Pifa. It is my Miſtrifs :

Since ſhe is living, let the time run on,
To good, or bad.

Cym. Come, ſland thou by our ſide.
Make thy demand aloud, Sir, ſtep you forth,
Give anſwer to this Boy, and do it freely,
Or by your Greatneſs, and the grace of it
(VVhich is our honour) bitter torture ſhall

VVinnow the truth from ſalſhood. On, ſpeak to him.
Imo. My Boon is, that this Gentleman may tender

Of whom he had this Ring.

Poſſ. VVhat's that to him :

Cym. That Diamond upon your Finger, ſay
How came it yours?

Jach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unſpoken, that
VVhich to be ſpoke wou'd torture thee.

Cym. How ? me?

Jach. I am glad to be conſtrain'd to utter that
VVhich torments me to conceal. By Villany
I got this Ring: 'twas Leonatus Jewel,
VVhom thou did'ſt banifh: and,
VVhich more may grieve thee,

As it doth me, a Nobler Sir ne're liv'd

'Twixt Sky and ground. VVilt thou hear more, my Lord?

Cym. All that belongs to this.

Jach. That Paragon, thy Daughter,

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For whom my heart drops blond, and my false spirits
Quail to remember. Give me leave, I faint.

*Cym.* My Daughter, what of her ? Renew thy strength,
I had rather thou shouldst live, while Nature will,
Than die ere I hear more: strive man, and speak.

*Jach.* Upon a time, unhappy was the Clock
That strook the hour: it was in Rome, accurate
The Manifold where: 'twas at a Feast, he would
Our Viands had been poison'd (or at least
Tho' which I heavy to head:) the good Poisson,
(VVhat should I say? he was too good to be
Where ill men were, and was the beft of all
Amongst the rats of good ones) sitting fadly,
Hearing us praise our Loves of Italy
For Beauty, that made barren the fwell'd boast
Of him that beft could speak: for Feature, laming
The Shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva,
Poftures, beyond brief Nature. For Condition,
A hop of the qualities, that Man
Loves VVoman for, befides that hook of VViving,
Fairneſs, which strikes the Eye.

*Cym.* I stand on fire. Come to the matter.

*Jach.* All too soon I flail,

Unleſs thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Poisson,
Moſt like a Noble Lord, in love, and one
That had a Royal Lover, took his hint,
And (not difpraising whom we prais'd, therein
He was as calm as vertue) he began
His Miftrif's Picture, which by his tongue, being made,
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
VVere crack'd of Kitchin-Trulls, or his Description
Prov'd us unſpeaking Sots.

*Cym.* Nay, nay, to th' purpose.

*Jach.* Your Daughters Chaſtity, (there it begins)

He ſpake of her, as Dian had hot Dreams,
And the alone were cold: VVhereat, I wretch
Made ſcruple of his præife, and wag'd with him
Pieces of Gold, 'gainſt this, which then he wore
Upon his honour'd Finger; to attain
In ſuit the place of's Bed, and win this Ring
By hers, and mine Adultery: he (true Knight)
No leſſer of her honour confident
Than I did truly find her, ſtakes this Ring,
And would ſo, had it been a Carbuncle
Of Phœbus VVheel; and might ſo safely, had it
Been all the worth of's Car. Away to Britain
Poſt I in this design: well may you (Sir)
Remember me at Court, where I was taught
Of your chaſt Daughter, the wide difference
'Twixt Amorous, and Villanous. Being thus quench'd
Of hope, not longing; mine Italian brain,
'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Moſt vilely: for my vantage excellent.
And to be brief, my practice ſo prevail'd
That I return'd with ſimular proof enough,
To make the Noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her Renown,
With Tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Of Chamber Hanging, Poſtures, this her Bracelet
(Oh cunning how I got it) nay fome marks
Of ſecret on her perſon, that he could not
But think her bond of Chaſtity quite crack'd,
I having tane the forfeit, whereupon,
Me thinks I fee him now.

*Poſt.* I, fo thou do'ft,
Italian fiend. Aye me, moſt credulous Fool,
Egregious Murtherer, Thieſe, any thing
That's due to all the Villains palf, in being
To come. Oh give me Cord, Knife, or Poison,
Some upright Juiticer. Thou King, ſend out
For tortures ingenious: it is I
That all th' abhorred things o' th' Earth amend
By being worſe than they. I am Poisson,
That kill'd thy Daughter: Villain-like, I lie,

That cauſd a leſſer Villain than my ſelf,
A facrilegious Thieſe to do't. The Temple
Of Vertue was he: yea, and ſhe the ſelf,
Spit, and throw ſtones, caſt myre upon me, fet
The Dogs o' th' street to bait me: every Villain
Be call'd Poisson Leonatus, and
Be Villany leſſs than 'twas. Oh Imogen
My Queen, my Life, my Wifc: oh Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen.

*Imo.* Peace, my Lord, hear, hear.

*Poſt.* Shall's have a Play of this?

Thou ſcornful Page, there lie thy part,

*Pisa.* Oh Gentleman, help,

Mine and your Miftrifs: Oh, my Lord Poisson,
You ne're kill'd Imogen till now: help, help,
Mine honour'd Lady.

*Cym.* Does the World go round ?

*Poſt.* How comes theſe flaggers on me ?

*Pisa.* Wake my Miftrifs.

*Cym.* If this be ſo, the gods do mean to ſtrike me
To death with mortal joy.

*Pisa.* How fares my Miftrifs.

*Imo.* Oh get thee from my fight,
Thou gav'nt me poſon: dangerous Fellow hence,
Breath not where Princes are.

*Cym.* The tune of Imogen.

*Pisa.* Lady, the gods throw ſtones of sulphur on me, if
That Box I gave you, was not thought by me
A pretious thing, I had it from the Queen.
*Cym.* New matter fill.
*Imo.* It poy ſon'd me.
Corn. Oh gods!

*Cym.* What's this, Cornelius?
Corn. The Queen (Sir) very oft importun'd me
To temper poſiſes for her, till pretending
The fatisſaſion of her knowledge, only
In killing Creatures vile, as Cats and Dogs
Of no eſteem, I dreading, that her purpofe
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain ſtuff, which being tane, would ſeize
The preſent power of life, but in ſhort time,
All Offices of Nature should again
Do their due Functions. Have you tane of it?

*Imo.* Moſt like I did, for I was dead.

*Bel.* My Boyes, there was our errour.

*Gui.* This is ſure Fidele.

*Imo.* Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you?
Think that you are upon a Rock, and now
Throw me again.

*Poſt.* Hang there like Fruit, my Soul,
Till the Tree die.

*Cym.* How now, my ſelf? my Child ?
What, mak'ft thou me a dullard in this Act?

Wilt thou not ſpeak to me ?

*Imo.* Your bleſſing, Sir.

*Bel.* Though you did love this youth, I blame you not,
You had a motive for't.

*Cym.* My tears that fall

Prove Holy-water on thee; Imogen,
Thy Mother's dead.

*Imo.* I am forry for't, my Lord.

*Cym.* Oh, ſhe was naught; and long of her it was
That we meet here ſo strangely: but her Son
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

*Pisa.* My Lord,

Now fear is from me, I'll ſpeak truth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my Ladies milling, came to me
With his Sword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and ſwere
If I discover'd not which way ſhe was gone,

It

The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

Cym. All ore joy'd
Save theſe in Bonds, let them be joyful too,
For they ſhall taſt our Comfort:
Imo. My good Maſter, I will yet do you ſervice.
Luc. Happy be you.
Cym. The forlorn Souldier that ſo nobly fought
He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd
The thankings of a King,
Poſt. I am, Sir,
The Souldier that did Company theſe three
In poor beſeeming: 'twas a fitment for
The purpofe I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speake, Jachimo, I had you down and might
Have made your finiſh.
Jach. I am down again:
But now my heavy Conſience ſinks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that Life, beſeech you,
Which I ſo often owe: but your Ring firſt,
And here your Bracelet of the trueſt Princes
That ever ſwere your Faith.
Poſt. Kneel not to me:
The power that I have on you is to ſpare you:
The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live
And deal with others better.
Cym. Nobly doom'd:
We'll learn our Freenefs of a Son in-Law:
Pardon's the word to all.
Aro. You holf us, Sir,
As you did mean indeed to be our Brother,
Joy'd are we, that you are.
Poſt. Your Servant, Princes, Good my Lord of Rome
Call forth your Pooh-sayer: As I ſlept, me thought
Great Jupiter upon his Eagle back'd
Appea'd to me, with other ſprightly ſhews
Of mine own Kindred. When I wak'd, I found
This Label on my boſome: whoſe containing
Is ſo from ſenſe in hardneſs, that I can
Make no Collection of it. Let him ſhow
His skill in the conſtruction.
Luc. Philarmonus.
Sooth. Here, my good Lord.
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

Reads.

When as a Lyon's Whelp, shall to himself unknown,
without seeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece
of tender Air: and when from a Stately Cedar shall be lopt
branches, which being dead many years, shall after revive, be
jointed to the old Stock, and freshly grow, then shall Poſt-

humus end his miſeries, Britain be fortunate, and flowriſh
in Peace, and Plenty.

Thou, Leonatus, art the Lyon's Whelp,
The fit and apt Conſtruction of thy name
Being Leonatus, doth import so much:
The piece of tender Air, thy virtuous Daughter,
Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis Aer
We term it Mulier: which Mulier I divine
Is this moſt conſtant Wife, who even now
Anſwering the Letter of the Oracle,
Unknown to you unfought, were clipt about
With this moſt tender Air.

Cym. This hath ſome ſeeming.

Sooth. The loſty Cedar, Royal Cymbeline,
Perſonates thee: And thy lopt Branches, point
Thy two Sons forth: who by Bellarius flown
For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd
To the Majestick Cedar join'd; whoſe ilſue
Promiſes Britain, Peace and Plenty.

Cym. Well,

My Peace we will begin: And Caius Lucius,
Although the Vicer, we ſubmit to Cefar,
And to the Roman Empire; promiſing
To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which
We were diſſuwaded by our wicked Queen,
Whom Heavens in juſtice both on her, and hers,
Have laid moſt heavy hand.

Sooth. The Fingers of the Powers above, do tune
The Harmony of this Peace: the Vifon
Which I made known to Lucius e're the ſtoke
Of this yet ſcearce-cold-Battel, at this instant
Is full accompliſh'd. For the Roman Eagle
From South to Weſt, on Wing foaring aloft
Leſſen'd her ſelf, and in the Beams o' th' Sun
So vaniſh'd; which fore ſhew'd our Princely Eagle
Th' Imperial Cefar, ſhould again unite
His favour, with the Radiant Cymbeline,
Which ſhines here in the Weſt.

Cym. Laud we the gods,
And let our crooked Smoaks climb to their Noftrils
From our bleſt Altars. Publiſh this peace
To all our Subjects. Set we forward: let
A Roman, and a Britiſh Enſign wave
Friendly together; ſo through Lud's Town march,
And in the Temple of great Jupiter
Our Peace we'll ratiſe. Seal it with Feaſts.
Set on there: Never was a War did ceaſe
(E're bloudy hands were waſh'd) with ſuch a Peace. [Ex

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Pericles Prince of Tyre.

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Would draw Heaven down, and all the gods to hearken,
But being plaid upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so farth a chime:
Good footh I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy Life,
For that's an Article within our Law,
As dangerous as the reft: your times expir'd,
Either expound now, or receive your sentence.

Per. Great King,

Few love to hear the fins they love to act,
'Twould braid your self too near for me to tell it:
Who hath a Book of all that Monarchs do,
He's more fecure to keep it shut, than shewn:
For Vice repeated, is like the wandring Wind,
Blows duft in others Eyes, to spread it self;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The breath is gone, and the fore Eyes see clear.
To flop the air would hurt them, the blind Mole caft
Copt Hills toward Heaven, to tell the Earth is throng'd
By mans oppreffion, and the poor Worm doth die for't.
King are Earths Gods: in Vice their Law's their will,
And if Jove ftray, who dares fay, Jove doth ill.
It is enough you know it, and 'tis fit;
What being more known, grows wofe to smother it.
All love the Womb that there being bred,
Then give my tongue like leave to love my Head.

Ant. Heaven that I had it; he has found the meaning,
But I will glaze with him. Young Prince of Tyre,
Though by the tenour of our strict Edict,
Your Expofition miſ-interpreting,
We might proceed to cancel off your days;
Yet hope, lucceding from ſo fair a Tree,
As your fair ſelf, doth tune us otherwife:
Forty days longer we do reſpite you,
If by which time our ſecret be undone,
This mercy ſhews, we'll joy in ſuch a Son:
And until then, your entertain ſhall be
As doth beſit our honour, and your worth.

Manet Pericles ſolus.

[Exit.]

Per. How courteſe would seem to cover ſin,
When what is done is like an Hypocrite,
The which is good in nothing but in fight,
If it be true that I interpret falſe,
Then were it certain you were not ſo bad,
As with the foul Inſeft to abufe your Soul:
Where now you're both a Father and a Son,
By your untimely clafpings with your Child,
(Which pleafures ſits an Husband, not a Father)
And ſhe an eater of her Mothers ſleſh,
By the defiling of her Parents Bed,
And both like Serpents are, who though they feed
On fweeteſt Flowers, yet they poifon breed.

Antioch farewel, for wifdom fees, thofe men
Bluſh not in actions blacker than the night,
Will ſhew no courſe to keep them from the light:
One ſin (I know) another doth provoke;
Murder's as near to luſt, as flame to ſmoak.
Poyſon and Treafon are the hands of ſin,
I, and the Targets to put off the ſhame;
Then leaſt my life be cropt to keep you clear,
By flight I'll ſhun the danger which I fear.

[Exit.]

Enter Antiochus.

Ant. He hath found the meaning,
For which we mean to have his Head,
He muſt not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
Nor tell the World Antiochus doth ſin
In ſuch a loathed manner.

And therefore infantly this Prince muſt die,
For by his fall my honour muſt keep high.
Who attends us here?

Enter Thaliard.

Thal. Doth your Highneſs call ?

Ant. Thaliard, you are of our Chamber,
And our mind partakes her private actions
To your fecreſt; and for your faithfulneſs
We will advance you, Thaliard.
Behold, here's poſſon and here's gold,
We hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou muſt kill him.
It fits thee not to ask the reaſon why:
Because we bid it: ſay, is it done ?

Thal. My Lord, 'tis done.

Enter a Messenger.

Ant. Enough. Let your breath cool your ſelf, telling
your haſte.

Mef. My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.

Ant. As thou wilt live, ſlie after; and as an Arrow,
flort from a well experient Archer, hits the mark his Eye
doth level at: ſo do thou never return, unleſs thou ſay,
Prince Pericles is dead.

Th. My Lord, if I can get him within my Piftols length,
I'll make him ſure enough: ſo farewel to your Highneſs.

Ant. Thaliard adieu, till Pericles be dead,
My heart can lend no ſuccour to my head.

[Exit.]

Enter Pericles, Hellicanus, with other Lords.

Per. Let none difturb us:
Why ſhould this change of thoughts,
The ſad Companion dull ey'd melancholy,
By me ſo ſu'd, a gueſt as not an hour,
In the days glorious walk or peaceful night,
The Tomb where grief ſhould ſleep, can breed me quiet,
Here pleafures court mine Eyes, and mine Eyes ſhun them,
And danger which I fear'd, is at Antioch,
Whofe arm ſeems far too ſhort to hit me here,
Yet neither pleafures art can joy my ſpirits,
Nor yet the others diſtance comfort me:
Then it is thus, that paffions of the mind,
That have their firſt conception by miſdread,
Have after nourifhment and life by care;
And what was firſt but fear, what might be done,
Grows elder now, and cares it be not done,
And ſo 'tis with me, the great Antiochus,
'Gainſt whom I am too little to contend,
Since he's ſo great, can make his will his act,
Will think me ſpeaking, though I ſwear to ſilence,
Nor boots it me to ſay I honour,
If he ſuſpect I may diſhonour him.

And what may make him bluſh in being known,
He'll ſtop the courſe by which it might be known,
With hoſtile Forces he'll ore-ſpread the Land,
And with the ſtint of War will look ſo huge,
Amazement ſhall drive courage from the ſtate:
Our men be vanquifh'd, ere they do reſilſ,
And ſubjects puniſht, that never thought offence,
Which care of them, not pitty of my ſelf,
Who once no more but as the tops of Trees,
Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend them,
Make both my body pine, and Soul to languifh,
And puniſh that before that he would puniſh.

1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your ſacred Breaſt.

2. Lord. And keep your mind till ye return to us peace
ful and comfortable.

Hell. Peace, peace, and give experience tongue:
They do abufe the King that flatter him,
For flattery is the Bellows blows up ſin,
The thing the which is flattered, but a ſpark,
To which that ſpark gives heart and ſtronger glowing;
Whereas reproof obedient and in order,
Fits Kings as they are men, for they may err,

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Pericles Prince of Tyre.

When Signior Sooth here doth proclaim Peace,
He flatters you, makes War upon your Life.
Prince, pardon me, or strike me if you pleafe,
I cannot be much lower than my Knees.

Per. All leave us else : but let your cares ore-look
What flipping, and what ladings in our Haven,
And then return to us: *Hellicanus* thou haſt
Mov'd us: what feeft thou in our looks :

Hell. An angry brow, dread Lord.

Per. If there be such a Dart in Princes frowns,
How durſt thy tongue move anger to our Face ?

Hell. How dares the Planets look up unto Heaven,
From whence they have their nourishment ?

Per. Thou know'd I have power to take thy life from thee.

Hell. I have ground the Axe my ſelf,
Do you but ſtrike the blow.

Per. Rife, prithee rife, fit down, thou art no flatterer,
I thank thee for it, and Heaven forbid,

That Kings ſhould let their Ears hear their faults hid.

Fit Councillor, and ſervant for a Prince,

Who by thy wifdom makes a Prince thy Servant,
What would'ſt thou have me do :

Hell. To bear with patience ſuch griefs,
As you your ſelf do lay upon your ſelf.

Per. Thou ſpeak'st like a Phyſician, *Hellicanus*,
That minifters a potion unto me,

That thou would'ſt tremble to receive thy ſelf.

Attend me then; I went to *Antioch*,

Whereas then know'ſt (againſt the Face of Death)
I ſought the purchase of a glorious Beauty,

From whence an Ille I might propagate,

Are Arms to Princes, and bring Joys to Subjects.

Her Face was to mine Eye beyond all wonder,

The reſt (hark in thine Ear) as black as inſeſt,

Which by my knowledge found, the ſinſul Father,

Seem'd not to ſtrike, but ſmooth : But thou know'd this,
'Tis time to fear, when Tyrants ſeem to kifs.

Which fear ſo grew in me, I hither ſled,

Under the covering of a careful night,

VVho ſeem'd my good *Protector*: and being here,

Bethought what was palt, what might fucceed ;

I knew him tyrannous, and Tyrants fears

Decreafe not, but grow ſalter than the years :

And ſhould he think, as no doubt he doth,

That I ſhould open to the ſlentring Air,

How many worthy Princes bloud were ſhed,

To keep his Bed of blackneſs unlaid ope,

To lop that doubt, he'll fill this Land with arms,

And make pretence of wrong that I have done him,

VVhen all for mine, if I may call ſoffence,

Muſt feel VVars blow, who fears not innocence :

VVhich love to all, of which thy ſelf art one,

VVho now reproved'ſt me for it.

Hell. Alas, Sir.

Per. Drew ſleep out of my Eyes, loud from my Cheeks,
Muflings into my mind, with a thouſand doubts

How I might ſtop their tempeſt ere it came,

And finding little comfort to relieve them,

I thought it Princely Charity to grieve for them.

Hell. VWell, my Lord, ſince you have given me leave to
Freely will I ſpeak. *Antiochus* you fear, (ſpeak,

And juſtly too I think you fear the Tyrant,

VVho either by publick VVar or private Treason,

VVill take away your life: therefore, my Lord, go travel
for a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot ; or till
the Dafinies do cut the thred of his life: your Rule di-
rect to any, if unto me, day ſerves not light more faith-
ful than I'll be,

Per. I do not doubt thy Faith,

But ſhould he wrong my liberties in my abſence ?

Hell. VVell mangle our blouds together in the Earth,
From whence we had our being, and our birth.

Per. *Tyre*, I now look from thee then, and to *Tharſus*
Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee ;

And by whose Letters I'll diſpofe my ſelf,
The care I had and have of Subjects good,
On thee I lay, whose widoms ſtrength can bear it,
I'll take thy word for Faith, not ask thine Oath,
Who fluns not to break one, will ſure crack both :
But in our Orbs we live ſo round and ſafe,
That time of both this truth shall ne're convince,
Thou ſheweſt a Subjects ſhine, I a true Prince.

Enter Thaliard ſolus.

Thal. So, this is *Tyre*, and this is the Court, here muſt
I kill King Pericles, and if I do not, I am ſure to be
hang'd at home: it is dangerous.

Well, I perceive he was a wife Fellow, and had good
difcretion, that being bid to ask what he would of the
King, defined he might know none of his ſecrets. Now do
I fee he had ſome reaſon for it: for if a King bid a man
be a Villain, he is bound by the Indenture of his Oath
to be one.

Huſt, here come the Lords of Tyre.

Enter Hellicanus, Eſcanes, with other Lords of Tyre.

Hell. You ſhall not need my Fellow Peers of Tyre, further to question me of your Kings departure. His ſealed Commiffion left in truſt with me, doth ſpeak ſufficiently, he's gone to travel.

Thal. How, the King gone ?

Hell. If further yet you will be ſatisfied, why (as it
were unlicens'd of your loves) he would depart ? I'll
give ſome light unto you : Being at *Antioch*.

Thal. What from *Antioch*?

Hell. Royal *Antiochus* (on what cauſe I know not) took
ſome diſpleasure at him, at leaſt he judged ſo: and doubt
ing that he had erred or finned, to ſhow his ſorrow, he
would correct himſelf; ſo puts himſelf unto the Shipmans
toyl, with whom each minute threatens Life or Death.

Thal. Well, I perceive I shall not be hanged now, al-
though I would ; but ſince he's gone, the Kings Seas muſt
pleaſe: he ſcapt the Land, to perſih at the Sea: I'll pre-
fent my ſelf, Peace to the Lords of Tyre.

Hell. Lord Thaliard from *Antiochus* is welcome.

Thal. From him I come with meſſage unto Princely
Pericles; but ſince my landing I have underſood, your
Lordship hath betook himſelf to unknown Travels, my meſ-
fage muſt return from whence it came.

Hell. We have no reaſon to deſire it, commended to
our Maſter, not to us; yet ere you ſtart, this we de-
ſire as Friends to *Antioch*, we may Feaſt in *Tyre*. [Exeunt.

Enter Cleon the Governour of Tharſus, with his Wife and others.

Cleon. My *Dionyſia*, ſhall we reſt us here,

And by relating tales of others griefs,

See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?

Dion. That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it,
For who diggs Hills becauſe they do alſpire,
Throws down one Mountain to caſt up a higher :
O my diſtrefled Lord, even ſuch our griefs are,
Here they are but felt, and ſeen with miſchiefs Eyes,
But like to groves being topt, they higher rife.

Cleon. O *Dionyſia*,
Who wanteth food, and will not ſay he wants it,
Or can conceal his hunger till he famiſh ?
Our tongues and forrowſes do found deep :
Our woes into the air, our Eyes to weep,

Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim
Them louder, that if Heaven ſlumber, while

Their Creatures want, they may awake

Their helpers to comfort them.

I'll then diſcourse our woes ſelt ſeveral years,

And

["Pericles Prince of Tyre.", "197", "And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.", "Dion. Pild do my beſt, Sir,", "Cle. This Tharſus, ore which I have the Government,", "A City, on whom plenty held full hand,", "For riches ſtrew'd her ſelf even in the ſtreets,", "Whofe Towers bore heads to high, they kiff the Clouds,", "And ſtrangers ne're beheld, but wonder'd at,", "Whofe men and dames ſo jetted and adorn'd,", "Like one another ſlaſts to trim them by :", "Their Tables were ſtor'd full, to glad the fight,", "And to moſt much to feed on, as delight,", "All poverty was ſcorn'd, and pride to great,", "The name of help grew odious to repeat.", "Dion. Oh 'tis true.", "Cleon. But fee what Heaven can do by this our change:\nThefe mouths, who but of late, Earth, Sea, and Air,\nWere all too little to content and pleafe,", "Although they gave their Creatures in abundance :", "As Houles are defil'd for want of ſue,", "They are now ſtarv'd for want of exercife ;", "Thofe pallats, who, not yet to favers younger,", "Muſt have inventions to delight the taſſe,", "Would now be glad of Bread, and beg for it :", "Thefe Mothers who to nonzle up their Babes,", "Thought nought too curious, are ready now", "To eat thofe little darlings whom they loved,", "So ſharp are hungers teeth, that Man and Wife,", "Draw Lots who first ſhall die to lengthen Life.", "Here ſtands a Lord, and there a Lady weeping,", "Here many ſink, yet thofe which fee them ſalſt,", "Have fearfull ſtreight left to give them burial.", "Is not this true ?", "Dion. Our Cheeks and hollow Eyes do witneſs it.", "Cleon. O let thofe Cities that of plenties Cup,", "And her profumeries fo largely ſaſt,", "With their ſuperfluous Riots hear theſe tears,", "The miſery of Tharſus may be theirs.", "Enter a Lord.", "Lord. VWhere's the Lord Governour?", "Cleon. Here, ſpeak out thy ſorrows, which thou bring't in haſt, for comfort is too far for us to expect.", "Lord. VWe have defried upon our neighbouring ſhore,\nA portly fail of Ships make hitherward.", "Cleon. I thought as much.", "One ſorrow never brings but comes an Heir,", "That may ſucceed as his inheritour :", "And ſo in ours; ſome neighbouring Nation,", "Taking advantage of our miſery,", "That ſtuſt the hollow Veffels with their power,", "To beat us down, the which are down already,", "And make a conquelt of unhappy me,", "VWhereas no glory is got to overcome.", "Lord. That's the lealt fear.", "For by the ſemblance of their Flags diſplaid, they bring us Peace, and come to us as Favourers, not as Foes.", "Cleon. Thou ſpeak't it like Hymns untutor'd to repeat,", "Who makes the faireſt ſhew, means moſt deſcent.", "But bring they what they will, and what they can,", "VWhat need we fear, the grounds the loweſt,", "And we are half way there: Go tell their General we at-\ntend him here, to know for what he comes, and whence\nhe comes, and what he craves.", "Lord. I go, my Lord.", "Cleon. Welcome is peace, if he on peace conſift;\nIf Wars, we are unable to reſift.", "Enter Pericles with Attendants.", "Per. Lord Governour, for ſo we hear you are,", "Let not our Ships and number of our men,", "Be like a Beacon fired, to amaze your Eyes,", "We have heard your miſeries as far as Tyre,", "And ſeen the defolation of your ſtreets;", "Nor come we to add ſorrow to your tears,", "But to releafe them of their heavy load,", "And theſe our Ships, you happily may think", "Are like the Trojan Horſe, was ſtuſt within,", "With cloudy Veins expecting overthrow,", "Are ſtor'd with Corn, to make your needy Bread,", "And give them life, whom hunger ſtarv'd half dead.", "Omnes. The gods of Greece protect you,", "And we'll pray for you.", "Per. Arife, I pray you, arife; we do not look for revere,\nance but for love, and harbourage for our ſelf, our Ships,\nand men,", "Cleon. The which when any ſhall not gratiſe,", "Or pay you with unthankſulneſs in thought,", "Be it our VVives, our Children or our ſelves,", "The Curſe of Heaven and Men ſucceed their evils :", "Till when, the which (I hope) ſhall ne're be ſeen,", "Your Grace is welcome to our Town and us.", "Per. VVhich welcome we'll accept, Feaſt here a while,\nUntil our Stars that ſrown, lend us a smile.", "[Exeunt.]", "Actus Secundus.", "Enter Gower.", "Gower.", "Here have you ſeen a mighty King,\nHis Child, Iwis, to inſeem bring:", "A better Prince and benign Lord,", "That will prove awful both in deed and word.", "Be quiet then, as men should be,", "Till he bath paff neceſſity :", "I'll ſhow you that ſhewe in troubles reign,", "Losing a myte, a Mountain gain :", "The good in converſation,", "To whom I give my benison.", "Is ſtill at Tharſus, where each man", "Thinkes all is writ he ſpoken can :", "And to remember what he does,", "Build his Statue to make him glorious :", "But tidings to the contrary,", "Are brought to your Eyes, what need ſpeak I?", "Dumb ſhow.", "Enter at one Door Pericles talking with Cleon, all the Train with them. Enter at another Door, a Gentleman with a Letter to Pericles ; Pericles ſhews the Letter to Cleon, Pericles gives the Meſſenger a reward, and Knights him.", "[Exit Pericles at one Door, and Cleon at another.", "Good Hellican that ſtaid at home,", "Not to eat honey like a Drone,", "From others labours; for though he ſtrive", "To killen bad, keep good alive :", "And to fulfil his Princes deſire,", "Sav'd one of all that haps in Tyre :", "How Thaliard came full bent with ſin,", "And had intent to murder him ;", "And that in Tharſus was not beſt,", "Longer for him to make his reſt :", "He doing ſo, put forth to Seas,", "Where when men bin, thereſe'dome ſafe,", "For now the Wind begins to blow,", "Thunder above, and deeps below,", "Makes ſuch unquiet, that the ſhip", "Should house him Jafe, is wrackt and pliſt.", "And he (good Prince) having all left,", "By Waves, from Coaſt to Coaſt is toſt :", "All perſiſen of man, of pelf", "Ne ought ſcapen'd but himselfe ;", {"bbox": [494

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Threw him ashore to give him ad:
And here he comes; what shall be next,
Pardon old Gower, thus long's the Text.

Enter Pericles wer.

Per. Yet cease your ire, you angry Stars of Heaven,
Wind, Rain, and Thunder: Remember earthly man
Is but a subfluence that must yield to you:
And I (as fits my nature) do obey you.
Alas, the Seas hath caft me on the Rocks,
Waft me from shore to shore, and left my breath
Nothing to think on, but enfusing Death :
Let it suffice the greatnefs of your powers,
To have bereft a Prince of all his fortunes,
And having thrown him from your watry grave,
Here to have Death in peace, is all he'll crave.

Enter three Fishermen.

1. What, to pelch?
2. Ha, come and bring away the Nets,
1. What patch-breech, I lay.
3. What say you, Mafter?
1. Look how thou litrerst now.
Come away, or I'le fetch thee with a wannion.
3. Faith, Mafter, I am thinking of the poor men
That were caft away before us, even now.
1. Alas, poor Souls, it grieved my heart to hear
What pittiful cries they made to us, to help them,
When (welladay) we could scarcely help our felves.
3. Nay, Mafter, said not I as much,
VWhen I faw the Porpas how he boun'd and tumbled?
They fay, they are half filh, half flesh:
A plague on them, they ne're come but I look to be waft.
Mafter, I marvel how the filhes live in the Sea?
1. VVhy as men do a Land,
The great ones eat up the little ones:
I can compare our rich Mifers, to nothing so fitly
As to a Vhale; he plaies and tumbles,
Driving the poor Fry before him,
And at laft devours them all at a mouthful.
Such VVhales have I heard on a' th land,
VWho never leave gaping, till they swallowed
The whole Parifh, Church, Steeple, Bells and all.
Per. A pretty Moral.

3. But, Mafter, if I had been the Sexton;
I would have been that day in the Belfrey.
2. VVhy, man?
3. Because he should have swallowed me too,
And when I had been in his belly,
I would have kept such a jangling of the bells,
That he should never have left,
Till he caft bells, Steeple, Church and Parifh up again:
But if the good King Symonides were of my mind,
Per. Symonides?
3. VVe would purge the Land of these Drones,
That rob the Bee of her honney.
Per. How from the fenny subject of the Sea
Thefe filhers tell the infirmities of men,
And from their watry Empire recollect,
All that may men approve, or men detect.
Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.

2. Honef, good fellow, what's that, if it be a day fits you,
Search out of the Kalender, and no body look after it?
Per. Y'may fee the Sea, hath caft me upon your coaft.
2. VVhat a drunken knave was the Sea,
To caft thee in our way.
Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind,
In that vaft Tennis-Court, hath made the Ball
For them to play upon, intreats you pitty him:
He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.

1. No, friend, cannot you beg?
Here's them in our Country of Greece,

2. Canft thou catch any Filhes then?

Per. I never practis'd it.

2. Nay then thou wilt starve fure; for here's nothing to
be got now-a daies, unleff thou canft filh for't.

Per. VVhat I have been, I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to think on:

A man throng'd up with cold, my veins are chill,
And have no more of life, than may suffice

To give my tongue that heat to ask your help:
VVhich if you shall refufe, when I am dead,

For that I am a man, pray fee me buried.

1. Die ke-tha, now gods forbid, I have a gown here,
come put it on, keep thee warm: now afore me a handfome
fellow: Come, thou fhalt go home, and we'll have filth for
all day, filh for fafting days and more; or Puddings and
Flap-jacks, and thou fhalt be welcom.

Per. I thank you, Sir.

2. Hark you, my friend, You faid you could not beg.
Per. I did but crave.

2. But crave? then I'le turn craver too,

And so I shall ſcape whipping.

Per. VVhy, are all your beggers whipt then?

2. Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your beggers
were whipt, I would with no better office, than to be Beadle.
But, Mafter, I'le go draw the Net.

Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour?

1. Hark you, Sir, do you know where ye are?

Per. Not well.

1. I tell you, this is called Pantapolis,
And our King, the good Symonides.

Per. The good King Symonides, do you call him?

1. I Sir, and he deferves to be call'd,
For his peaceable reign, and good government.

Per. He is a happy King, ſince he gains from
His Subjects, the name of good, by his government.
How far is his Court diſtant from this shore?

1. Marry, Sir, half a daies journey: and I'le tell you, he
hath a fair daughter, and to morrow is her birth-day, and
there are Princes and Knights come from all parts of the
world, to Juſt and Turney for her love.

Per. VVere my fortunes equal to my defires,
I could wifh to make one there.

2. Oh Sir, things muſt be as they may : and what a man
Cannot get, he may lawfully deal for his wives Soul.

Enter the two Fisherman, drawing up a Net.

2. Help, Mafter, help, here's a filh hangs in the Net, like
a poor mans right in the law, 'twill hardly come out. Ha
bots on't, 'tis come at laft, and 'tis turned to a rufy Armor.

Per. An Armor, friends, I pray you let me fee it.
Thanks, Fortune, yet that after all croſes,
Thou giveft me ſomewhat to repair my ſelf:
And though it was mine own, part of mine heritage,
VVhich my dead father did bequeath to me,
VWith this ſlief charge, even as he left his life:
Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a ſhield
'Twixt me and Death; and pointed to this Brayſe:
For that it faſed me; keep it in like neceſſity:
The which the gods protecſt thee, Fame may defend thee.
It kept where I kept, I ſo dearly loved it,
Till the rough Seas (that ſpares not any man)
Took it in rage, though calm'd hath given 't againe
I thank thee for't, my ſhipwrack now's no ill,
Since I have here my Fathers gift in's will.

1. VVat mean you, Sir?
Per. To beg of you (kind friends) this coat of worth,
For it was sometime Target to a King,

I know it by this mark: he lov'd me dearly,
And for this ſake, I with the having of it:
And that you'd guide me to your Soveraigns Court,
VWhere with it I may appear a Gentleman:
And if that ever my low fortune's better,

I'le

["Pericles Prince of Tyre.", "199", "I'le pay your bounties; till then reft your debtor.", "1. Why, wilt thou turney for the Lady ?", "Per. I'le flew the vertue I have born in Arms.", "1. Why, take it, and the gods give thee good on't.", "2. But mark you, my friend, 'twas we that made up this garment through the rough seams of the waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails; I hope, Sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had them.", "Per. Believe it I will :", "By your furtherance I am cloathed in Steel,\nAnd spight of all the rupture of the Sea,", "This jewel holds his building on my Arm:\nUnto thy value I will mount my felf.", "Upon a Courser, wholeſe delightful steps,\nShall make the gazer joy to fee him tread:", "Only (my friend) I yet am unprovided of a pair of Bafes.", "2. We'll fure provide, thou flalt have\nMy beſt gown to make thee a pair ;", "And I'le bring thee to the Court my ſelf.", "Per. Then honour be but a Goal to my will,\nThis day I'le rife, or eſſe add ill to ill.", "Enter Symonides with Attendants, and Thaifa.", "Are the Knights ready to begin the Triumph ?", "1. *Lord.* They are, my Liege, and ſtay your coming,\nTo prefent themſelves.", "King. Return them; we are ready, and our Daughter\nIn honour of whose birth, theſe triumphs are,\n(here,\nSits here like beauties child, whom Nature gat,\nFor men to fee, and feeing wonder at.", "Thai. It pleafeth you (my royal father) to exprefs\nMy commendations great, whole ſ merit's leſs.", "King. It's fit it ſhould be ſo ; for Princes are", "A model which Heaven makes like it ſelf:", "As Jewels ſove their glory, if neglected,\nSo Princes their Renowns, if not respected.", "'Tis now your honour (Daughter) to entertain", "The labour of each Knight, in his device.", "Thai. Which to prefere mine honour, I'le perform.", "The firſt Knight paffes by.", "King. Who is the firſt that doth prefer himſelf?", "Thai. A Knight of Sparta (my renowned Father)", "And the device he bears upon his ſhield,", "Is a black Æthiop reaching at the Sun ;", "The word, *Lux tua vita mihi*.", "King. He loves you well, that holds his life of you.", "The ſecond Knight.", "Who is the ſecond, that prefents himſelf?", "Thai. A Prince of Macedon (my royal Father)", "And the device he bears upon his Shield,", "Is an armed Knight, that's conquer'd by a Lady.", "The Motto thus in Spaniſh, *Pue Per doleera kge per forſa*:", "The third Knight.", "King. And what's the third?", "Thai. The third of *Antioch*; and his device", "A wreath of Chivalry : the word, *Me Pompye provexi*", "The fourth Knight.", "(apex.)", "King. What is the fourth?", "Thai. A burning Torch that's turned upſide down ;", "The word, *Qui me alit me exiſting*.", "King. Which ſhews that beauty hath his power and\nWhich can as well enflame, as it can kill.", "(will,", "The fifth Knight.", "Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,\nHolding out gold, that's by the touch-stone tri'd :", "The Motto thus, *Sic speſtanda fides*.", "The sixth Knight.", "The sixth Knight.", "King. And what's the fixth and laſt, the which the\nKnight himſelf with ſuch a graceful courteſie deliver'd?", "Thai. He feems to be a ſtranger : but his preſent is", "A wither'd Branch, that's only green at top ;", "The Motto, *In hac fpe viva*.", "King. A pretty moral; from the dejected ſtate wherein", "he is, he hopes by you his fortunes yet may flouriſh.", "1. *Lord.* He had need mean better than his outward\nſhouſ can any way ſpeak in his juſt commend : For by his\nruſt ſuſtide, he appears to have prætified more the Whip-\nſlock, than the Lance.", "2. *Lord.* He well may be a ſtranger, for he comes to an\nhonour'd triumph ſtrangely furniſht.", "3. *Lord.* And on ſet purpofe let his armour ruff\nUntil this day, to ſcowre it in the duſt.", "King. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us ſcan\nThe outward habit by the inward man.", "But ſtay, the Knights are coming,", "We will withdraw into the Gallery.", "Great ſhouts, and all cry, The mean Knight.", "Enter the King and Knights from Tilting.", "King. Knights, to ſay you're welcom, were ſuperfluous.\nTo place upon the volum of your deeds,", "As in a Title page, your worth in armes,\nWere more than you expect, or more than's ſit,", "Since every worth in ſhew commends it ſelf :", "Prepare for mirth, for mirth comes at a ſeafit.", "You are Princes, and my gueſts.", "Thai. But you, my Knight and gueſt.", "To whom this wreath of Victory I give,\nAnd Crown you King of this days happineſs.", "Per. 'Tis more by fortune (Lady) than by merit.", "King. Call it by what you will, the day is yours,", "And here, I hope, is none that envies it :", "In framing an Artiſt, art hath thus decreed,", "To make ſome good, but others to exceed,", "And you her labour'd Scholar: come, Queen oth' Feaſt,\nFor (Daughter) ſo you are, here take your place:", "Martial the reſt, as they deferve their grace.", "Knights. We are honoured much by good Symonides.", "King. Your prefence glads our days, honour we love,", "For who hates honour, hates the gods above.", "Marsh. Sir, yonder is your place.", "Per. Some other is more fit.", "1. *Knight.* Contend not, Sir, for we are Gentlemen,", "That neither in our hearts, nor outward Eyes,", "Envy the great, nor do the low deſpife,", "Per. You are right courteous Knights.", "King. Sit, fit, fit.", "By Jove (I wonder) that is King of thoughts,\nThe ſecond Cates reſt me, he not thought upon.", "Thai. By Juno (that is Queen of Marriage)", "All Viands that I eat do ſeem unfavourable,", "Withing him my meat : ſure he's a gallant Gentleman.", "King. He's but a country gentleman: has done no more\nThan other Knights have done, has broken a ſtaff,", "Or ſo ; let it pafs.", "Thai. To me he ſeems a Diamond to Glaſs.", "Per. Yon King's to me, like to my Father's picture,", "Which tells me in that glory once he was,", "And Princes fat like flars about his Thrope,", "And he the Sun, for them to reverence ;", "None that beheld him, but like leſſer lights,", "Did vail their Crowns to his SUPREMACY ;", "Where now his Son, like a Glo-worm in the Night,", "The which hath fire in darkneſs, none in Light :", "Whereby I fee that Time's the King of men,", "For he's their Parents, and he is their grave.", "And gives them what he will, not what they crave.", "King. What, are you merry, Knights?", "Knights. Who can be other in this royal prefence ?", "King. Here, with a cup that's ſirr'd unto the brim,", "As you do love, fill to your Miſtrefs lips,", "We drink this health to you.", "Knights. We thank your Grace.", "King. Yet pawſe a while,"

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

As if the entertainment in our Court,
Had not a few might counteravil his worth:
Note it not you, Thaife ;

Thaife. What is't to me, my Father ?

King. O, attend, my Daughter,

Princes in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that come to honour them
And Princes not doing so, are like to Gnats,
Which make a found, but kill'd are wondred at :
Therefore to make his entrance now more sweet,
Here fay we drink this standing bowl of Wine to him.

Thaife. Alas, my Father, it befits not me,

Unto a stranger Knight to be so bold,

He may my proffer take for an offence,

Since Men take Womens gifts for Impudence.

King. How ? do as I bid you, or you'll move me elfe.

Thaife. Now by the Gods, he could not pleafe me better.

King. And furthermore tell him,

We desire to know of him,

Of whence he is, his Name and Parentage.

Thaife. The King my Father (Sir) hath drunk to you,

Per. I thank him.

Thaife. Wifhing it so much bloud unto your life.

Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.

Thaife. And further he defires to know of you,

Of whence you are, your Name and Parentage.

Per. A Gentleman of Tyre, my name Pericles,

My education been in Arts and Armes,
Who looking for adventures in the world,
Was by the rough Seas reft of ships and men,

And after ship-wrack, driven upon this shore.

Thaife. He thanks your Grace; names himfelf Pericles,
A Gentleman of Tyre, who only by misfortune of the feas,
Bereft of ships and men, call on the shore.

King. Now by the gods, I pitty his misfortune,

And will awake him from his Melancholy.

Come, Gentlemen, we fit too long on trifles,
And waſte the time, which looks for other revels.

Even in your armours as you are addreſſe,

Will very well become a Souldiers dance :

I will not have excufe, with faying that

Loud Mufick is too harſh for Ladies heads,

Since they love men in Armes, as well as beds.

[They Dance.

So, this was well ask'd, 'twas well perform'd,

Come, Sir, here's a Lady that wants breathing too :

And I have heard, you Knights of Tyre,

Are excellent in making Ladies trip,

And that their meaſures are as excellent.

Per. In thofe that practice them, they are (my Lord.)

King. Oh that's as much, as you would be deny'd

Of your fair courtesie, unclapf, unclapf.

[They Dance.

Thanks, Gentlemen, to all; all have done well,

But you the beſt: Pages and lights, to conduct

Thefe Knights unto their ſeveral Lodgings :

Yours, Sir, we have given order to be next our own.

Per. I am at your Graces pleasure.

King. Princes, it is too late to talk of love,

And that's the mark I know you level at :

Therefore each one betake him to his reſt,

To morrow, all for ſpeeding do their beſt.

Enter Hellicanus, and Eſcanes.

Hell. No, Eſcanes, know this of me,
Antiochus from inſeet liv'd not free :

For which, the moſt high gods not minding

Longer to with-hold the vengeance that

They had in ſlore, due to his hainous

Capital offence; even in the height and pride

Of all his glory, when he was feated in

A Chariot of an inſe timable value, and his Daughter

With him; a fire from Heaven came and ſhriveſ'd

Up thofe bodies, even to laothing, for they ſo flunk
That all thofe eyes ador'd them, ere their fall,
Scorn now their hand ſhould give them burial.

Eſcanes. It was very ſtrange.

Hell. And yet but juſtice ;

For though this King were great,

His greatneſs was no guard to bare Heavens ſhafte,
By him had his reward.

Eſcanes. 'Tis very true.

Enter two or three Lords.

1. Lord. See, not a man in private conference,
Or counsel, hath reſpect with him but he.

2. Lord. It ſhall no longer grieve without reproof.

3. Lord. And curſt be he that will not ſeconſt it.

1. Lord. Follow me then : Lord Hellicane, a word.

Hell. With me ? and welcom, happy day, my Lords.

1. Lord. Know that our griefs are rilen to the top,

And now at length they over-flow their banks.

Hell. Your griefs, for what ?

Wrong not your Prince you love.

1. Lord. Wrong not your ſelf then, noble Hellican,
But if the Prince do live, let us falute him,
Or know what ground's made happy by his breath:

If in the world he live, we'll keek him out :

If in his grave he reſt, we'll find him there,

And be reſolv'd, he lives to govern us:

Or dead, give his cauſe to mourn his Funeral,

And leave us to our free Election.

2. Lord. Whofe death indeed, the ſtrongest in our cenſure,
And knowing this Kingdom is without a head,
Like goodly buildings left without a Roof,

Soon fall to ruine: his noble ſelf,

That beſt knows how to rule, and how to reign,

We thus ſubmit unto our Sovereign.

Omnes. Live, noble Hellican.

Hell. Try honours cauſe; forbear your ſuffrages:

If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear:

(Take I your wifh, I leap into the Seas,

Where's hourly trouble, for a minutes eafe ?

A twelve month longer, let me entreat you

To forbear the abſence of your King ;

If in which time expir'd, he not return,

I ſhall with aged patience bear your yoke.

But if I cannot win you to this love,

Go ſearch like Nobles, like noble Subjects,

And in your ſearch, ſpend your adventurous worth,

Whom if you find, and win unto return,

You ſhall like Diamonds fit about his Crown.

1. Lord. To wifdom, he's a fool that will not yield,

And ſince Lord Hellican enjoveth us,

We with our travels will endeavor.

Hell. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clap hands,
When Peers thus knit, a Kingdom ever stands.

[Exit.]

Enter the King reading of a Letter, at one door,
and the Knights meet him.

1. Knight. Good morrow to the good Symonides.

King. Knights, from my Daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelve-month, he'll not undertake
A married life: her reaſon to her ſelf is only known,
Which yet from her by no means can I get.

2. Knight. May we not get acceds to her (my Lord).
King. Faith, by no means, he hath ſo iſtrictly
Ty'd her to her Chamber, that 'tis impoffible :
One twelve Moons more he'll wear Diana's livery :
This by the eye of Cynthia hath he vowed,
And on her Virgin honour will not break.

3. King. Loth to bid farewel, we take our leaves. [Exit]
King. So, they are well diſpatcht,
Now to my daughters Letter; he tells me here,
She'll wed the Iſtanger Knight,

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And, what enfues in this self ſtorm,
Shall for it ſelf, & ſelf perform:
I xill relate, Action may
Conveniently the reſt convey;
Which might not ? what by me is told,
In your imagination hold:
This Stage, the Ship, upon whose Deck
The Seas toſt Pericles appears to ſpeak.

Enter Pericles on Shipboard.

Per. The God of this great vaſt, rebuke theſe ſurges
Which waſh both Heaven and Hell, and thou that haſt
Upon the winds command, bind them in Braſs,
Having call'd them from the deep, O ſtill
Thy dearning dreadful thunders; daily quench
Thy nimble fulphurous flaments: O how, Lychorida?
How does my Queen? then ſtorm venomouſly,
Wilt thou ſpit all thy ſelf? the Scamans whittle
Is a whifper in the ears of Death,
Unheard Lychorida? Lucina, oh!
Divineſt Patronels, and my Wife, gentle
To thofe that cry by night, convey thy Deity
Aboard our dancing Boat, make ſwift the pangs
Of my Queen travels. Now, Lychorida.

Enter Lychorida.

Lychor. Here is a thing too young for such a place,
Who if it had conceit, would dye, as I am like to do:
Take in your arms this piece of your dead Quene.
Per. How ? how, Lychorida ?
Lychor. Patience, good Sir, do not aſſist the ſtorm,
Here's all that is left living of our Queen;
A little Daughter, for the ſake of it
Be manly, and take comfort.
Per. Oh you gods!
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
And ſnatch them ſtraight away ?
We here below, recall not what we give,
And we therein may uſe honour with you.
Lychor. Patience, good Sir, even for this charge.
Per. Now mild may be thy life,
For a more bluſterous birth had never Babe :
Quiet and gentle thy conditions;
For thou art the rudeliſt welcom to this world,
That ever was Prince's Child: happy that follows,
Thou haſt as chiding a Nativity,
As Fire, Air, Water, Earth, and Heaven can make,
To harold thee from the womb:
Even at the firſt, thy loſs is more than can
Thy portage quit, with all thou canſt find here :
Now the good gods throw their beſt eyes upon it.

Enter two Saylors.

1. *Sayl.* What courage, Sir ? God fave you.
*Per.* Courage enough, I do not fear the flaw,
It hath done to me the worſt: yet for the love
Of this poor Infant, this fresh new Sea-farer,
I would it would be quiet.
1. *Sayl.* Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou
blow and ſplit thy ſelf.
2. *Sayl.* But Sea-room, and the brine and cloudy billow
kifs the Moon, I care not.
1. *Sayl.* Sir, your Queen muſt over-board,
The Sea works high, the wind is loud,
And will not lie till the Ship be cleared of the dead.
*Per.* That's your ſuperſition.
1. *Pardon us, fir, with us at Sea it ſtill hath been obſerved,
And we are ſtrong in Eastern, therefore briefly yield her.*
*Per.* As you think meet,
For the muſt o're-board ſtraight,
Moſt wretched Queen.

Lychorida. Here he lies, Sir.
Per. A terrible Child-bed haſt thou had (my Dear)
No light, no fire, the unfriendly Elements
Forgot thee utterly, nor have I time
To bring thee hallowed to thy grave, but ſtraight
Malt cail thee ſcarcely Coffin'd, in oar,
Where for a Monument upon thy bones.
The air remaining lamps, the belching Whale,
And humming water muſt o'rewhelm thy Corps,
Lying with ſimple ſhells: Oh, Lychorida,
Bid Neſtor bring me Spices, Ink and Paper,
My Casket and my Jewels, and bid Nicander
Bring me the Sattin Coffin: lay the Babe
Upon the Pillow; hie thee, whiles I ſay
A Priefly farewel to her: ſuddenly, woman.
2. *Sayl.* Sir, we have a Cheſt beneath the hatches,
Caulkt and bitumed ready.
Per. I thank thee: Mariner, ſay, what Coaſt is this?
2. *Sayl.* We are near Tharſus.
Per. Thither, gentle Mariner,
Alter thy courſe for Tyre: when canſt thou reach it?
2. *Sayl.* By break of day, if the wind ceaſe.
*Per.* O make for Tharſus,
There will I visit Clean, for the Babe
Cannot hold out to Tyru; there Ple leave it
At careful nurling: go thy ways, good Mariner,
Ile bring the body prefently.

[Exit.]

Enter Lord Cerymon with a Servant.

Cer. Phylemon, hoa.

Enter Philemon.

Phil. Doth my Lord call ?
Cer. Get fire and meat for theſe poor men,
It hath been a turbulent and ſtormy night.
Ser. I have been in many : but ſuch a night as this,
Till now, I ne're endured.
Cer. Your Maſter will be dead ere you return,
There's nothing can be minifted to nature,
That can recover him: give this to the Pothecary,
And tell me how it works.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1. *Gent.* Good morrow.
2. *Gent.* Good morrow to your Lordship.
Cer. Gentlemen, why do you ſtir ſo early?
1. *Gent.* Sir, our lodging ſtanding bleak upon the Sea,
Shook as if the Earth did quake:
The very principles did ſeem to rend and all to topple,
Pure ſurprize and fear made me to leave the Houſe.
2. *Gent.* That is the cauſe we trouble you ſo early,
'Tis not our Husbandry.
Cer. O you ſay well,
1. *Gent.* But I much marvel that your Lordship
Having rich attire about you, ſhould at theſe early hours
Shake off the golden flumber of ſepſe; 'tis moſt ſtrange,
Nature ſhould be ſo converſant with pain,
Being thereto not compelled.
Cer. I hold it ever Virtue and Cunning.
Were endowments greater, than Noblenels and Riches;
Careleſs heirs may the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a Man a God:
'Tis known, I ever have ſtudied Phyſick,
Through which ſecret Art, by turning o're Authority,
I have together with my practice, made familiar
To me and to my aid, the beſt inſuſions that dwell
In vegetives, in Metals, Stones: and can ſpeak of the
Diffurbances that Nature works, and of her cures;
Which doth give me a more content
In courſe of true delight

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Than to be thirfly after tottering Honour,
Or tye my pleasure up in filken Bags,
To pleafe the Fool and Death.

2. Gent. Your honour hath through Ephesus,
Poured forth your charity, and hundred call themselves
Your Creatures; who by you have been reftored,
And not your knowledge, your perfonal pain,
But even your purfe still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
Such ftrong renown, as never fmall decay.

Enter two. or three with a Cheft.

Ser. So, lift there.

Cer. What's that ?

Ser. Sir, even now did the Sea tofs up upon our shore
This Cheft; 'tis of fome wrack.

Cer. Set it down, let us look upon it.

2. Gent. 'Tis like a Coffin, Sir.

Cer. What 'e're it be, 'tis wondrous heavy ;

Wrench it open ftraight :
If the Seas flomach be o're-charg'd with gold,
'Tis a good conftraint of Fortune it belches upon us.

2. Gent. 'Tis fo, my Lord.

Cer. How clofe 'tis caulkt and bottom'd, did the Sea
caft it up, ?

Ser. I never saw fo huge a billow, Sir, as toff it upon
fhore.

Cer. Wrench it open; it smells moft fwe
fence.

2. Gent. A delicate Odour.

Cer. As ever hit my noftail: fo, up with it.

Oh you moft potent gods ! what's here, a Coarfe ?

1. Gent. Moft ftrange.

Cer. Shrowded in cloth of flate, balm'd and entreafured
With full bags of Spices, a Paſs port to Apollo,
Perfect me in the Characters.

Here I give to understand,
If 'e're this Coffin drive a land;
I King Pericles have loſt
This Queen, worth all our mundane ceſt :
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the Daughter of a King.
Befides this treaſure for a fee,
The gods reequite his Charity.

If thou livelt Pericles, thou haſt a heart
That even cracks for woe: this chanc'd to night.

2. Gent. Moſt likely, Sir.

Cer. Nay certainly to night.

For look how fresh the looks,
They were too rough, that threw her in the Sea.
Make a fire within, fetch hither all my boxes in my Cloſet,
Death may uſurp on Nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again the o're-preſt Spirits.
I heard of an Egyptian that had nine hours been dead,
Who was by good appliance recovered.

Enter one with Napkins and Fire.

VVell faid, well faid, the fire and cloaths,
The rough and woful Muſick that we have,
Caufe it to found I beſeech you :

The Vial once more ; how thou (lirreſſt, thou block ?

The Muſick there: I pray you give her air ;

Gentlemen, this Queen will live,

Nature awakes a warm breath out of her ;

She hath not been entranc'd above five hours,

See how the gins to burn into lifes flower again.

1. Gen. The heavens through you, encreafe our wonder,
And fet's up your fame for ever.

Cer. She is alive, behold her eye-lids,

Cafes to thofe heavenly ſewes which Pericles hath loſt,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,

The Diamonds of a moſt praſed water doth appear,
To make the world twice rich, live, and make us weep,
To hear your fate, fair creature, rare as you ſeem to be.

[She moves.
Thai. O dear Diana, where am I? where's my Lord ?
VWhat VWorld is this ?

2. Gent. Is not this ſtrange ?

1. Gent. Moſt rare.

Cer. Hulh (my gentle neighbour) lend me your hands,
To the next Chamber bear her, get linnen ;
Now this matter muſt be lookt to, for the relapſe
Is mortal : come, come, and, Eſculapiu, guide us.

They carry her away.

[Exeunt omnes.

Actus Tertius.

Enter Pericles at Tharfus, with Cleon and Dionyſa.

Per. M
Oft honoured Cleon, I muſt needs be gone,
My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyre ſtands
in a peace: you and your Lady take from my heart
All thankfulneſs. The gods make up the reſt upon you.

Cle. Your ſhakes of fortune, though they hate you
Mortally, yet glance full wondrously on us.

Dion. O your fweet Queen !
That the ſtrict fates had pieafed
You had brought her hither
To have bleft mine eyes with her.

Per. We cannot but obey the powers above us ;
Could I rage and roar as doth the Sea the lies in,
Yet the end muſt be as 'tis : my gentle Babe Marina,
Whom (for she was born at Sea) I have named fo,
Here, I charge your Charity withal ; leaving her
The infant of your care, beſeeching you to give her
Princely training, that ſhe may be manner'd as (he is born.

Cleon. Fear not (my Lady) but think your Grace,
That fed my Country with your Corn; for which,
The Peoples prayers daily fall upon you, muſt in your
Child

Be thought on, if neglect ſhould therein make me vile,
The common body that's by you reliev'd,
Would force me to my Duty; but if to that,
My nature need a ſpur, the gods revenge it
Upon me and mine, to the end of generation.

Per. I believe you, your honour and your goodneſs,
Teach me toot without your vows, till he be married,
Madam, by bright Diana, whom we honour,
All unſiſter'd ſhall this heir of mine remain,
Though I ſhew will in't: fo I take my leave :
Good Madam, make me bleſſed, in your care
In bringing up my Child.

Dion. I have one my ſelf, who ſhall not be more dear to
my reſpect than yours, my Lord.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cleon. We'll bring your Grace to the edge of the ſhore,
then give you up to the masked Neptune, and the gentleſt
winds of Heaven.

Per. I will embrace your offer, come, deareſt Madam :
O no tears, Lychorida, no tears; look to your little Miſtris
on whose Grace you may depend hereafter: come, my
Lord.

Enter Cerymon, and Thaifa.

Cer. Madam, this Letter, and ſome certain Jewels,
Lay with you in your Coffer,
Which are at your command :
Know you the Character ?

Thai. It is my Lord's; that I was ſhipt at Sea, I well
remember, even on my eaning time: but whether there
delivered, by the holy gods, I cannot rightly ſay: but
since

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my Death might yield her any profit, or my Life imply
her any danger?

Leon. My Commiffion is not to reafon of the deed, but
do't.

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope: you are well favoured, and your looks fore-flew you have a very gentle heart, I faw you lately when you caught hurt in parting two that fought: good footh, it fewed well in you, do fo now, your Lady feels my life, come you between, and fave poor me the weaker.

Leon. I am fworn, and will dispatch.

Enter Pirates.

Pirat. 1. Hold, Villain.

Pirat. 2. A prize, a prize.

Pirat. 3. Half part, mates, half part. Come, let's have her aboard fudainly.

[Exeunt]

Enter Leonine.

Leon. Thefe roguing Thieves serve the great Pirate Val
des, they have feized Marina, let her go, there's no
hope they will return: I'll fwear he's dead, and thrown
into the Sea, but I'll fee further, perhaps they will but
pleafe themselves upon her,

Not carry her aboard, if the remain,

Whom they have ravished, muft by me be flain.

Enter Pander, Boult and Bawd.

Pander. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Pander. Search the Market narrowly, Metalline is full of Gallants, we loft too much Money this Mart, by being too Wenchlets.

Bawd. We were never so much out of Creatures, we
have but poor three, and they can do no more than they
can do, and they with continual action, are even as good
as rotten.

Pander. Therefore let's have fresh ones what e'er we
pay for them, if there be not a confidence to be us'd in
every trade, we shall never profper.

Bawd. Thou fay'ft true, 'tis not our bringing up of
poor baftards, as I think, I brought fome eleven.

Boult. I too eleven, and brought them down again,
But fhall I fearch the Market?

Bawd. What elfe, Man? The fluff we have, a strong
wind will blow it to pieces, they are fo pitifully fotten.

Pander. Thou fay'ft true, there's two unwholefome in
confience, the poor Tranfilvaman is dead that lay with
the little Baggage.

Boult. I, the quickly poupt him, he made him roaft-
meat for worms, but I'll go fearch the Market. [Exit.

Pander. Three or four thoufand Chickens were as pret
ty a proportion to live quietly, and fo give over.

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? Is it a flame
to get when we are old?

Pand. Oh our credit comes not in like the commodity,
nor the Commodity wages not with the danger: There-
fore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty e-
flate, 'twere not amifs to keep our door hatch'd; besides
the fore terms we fand upon with the gods, will be
frong with us for giving o're.

Bawd. Come, other forts offend as well as we.

Pand. As well as we, I, and better too, we offend worfe
neither is our profeffion any Trade, it's no calling: But
here comes Boult.

Enter Boult with Pirates, and Marina.

Boult. Come your ways, my Maſters,
You fay he's a Virgin?

Sayl. O Sir, we doubt it not.

Boult. Maſter, I have gone through for this piece you
fee, if you like her, fo, if not, I have loft my earneſt.

Bawd. Boult, has the any qualities?

Boult. She has a good Face, ſpeaks well, and hath ex-
cellent good Cloaths: There's no farther neceſſity of qua-
lities can make her be refuſed.

Bawd. What's her price, Boult?

Boult. I cannot be bated one doſt of a thouſand pieces.

Pand. Well, follow me, my Maſters, you ſhall have
your money preſently: Wife, take her in, inſtruct her
what ſhe has to do, that ſhe may not be raw in her enter-
tainment.

Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour
of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her
Virginity, and cry: He that will give moſt ſhall have her
firſt. Such a Maiden head were no cheap thing; if Men
were as they have been: Get teis done as I command you.

Boult. Performance ſhall follow.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was ſo flack, ſo flow :

He ſhould have ſtruck, not ſpoke;

Or that theſe Pirates, not enough barbarous,

Had not o're-board thrown me, for to feek my Mother.

Bawd. Why weep you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.

Mar. I accufe them not.

Bawd. You are light into my hands,
Where you are like to live.

Mar. The more's my fault to ſcape his hands,
Where I was like to dye.

Bawd. I, and you ſhall live in pleafure.

Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes indeed ſhall you, and taſte Gentlemen of all
fashions. You ſhall fare well; you ſhall have the difference
of all complexions: what de'ye ſtop your ears?

Mar. Are you a Woman?

Bawd. What would you have me to be, if I be not a
Woman?

Mar. An honest Woman, or not a Woman.

Bawd. Marry whip thee, Goſling: I think I ſhall have
fomething to do with you. Come, y'are a young foolſh
Sapling, and muſt be bowed as I would have ye.

Mar. The gods defend me.

Bawd. If it pleafe the gods to defend you by Men, then
Men muſt comfort you, Men muſt feed you, Men muſt
ilir you up: Boult's return'd.

Enter Boult.

Now, Sir, haſt thou cry'd her through the Market?

Boult. I have cry'd her almoſt to the number of her hairs,
I have drawn her picture with my voice.

Bawd. And prithee tell me, how doſt thou find the in-
clination of the people, eſpecially of the younger ſon?

Boult. Faith they liltned to me, as they would have
hearkened to their Fathers Teſtament. There was a Spani-
ards mouth ſo watered, that he went to bed to her very
defcription.

Bawd. We ſhall have him here to morrow with his beſt
Ruff on.

Boult. To night, to night, but, Miftraſſs, do you know
the French Knight that cowres i'th' Hams?

Bawd. Who, Monſieur Verollus?

Boult. I, he offered to cut a Caper at the proclaſmation,
but he made a groan at it, and ſwore he would fee her to
morrow.

Bawd. VVell, well, as for him, he brought his diſeafe
hither, here he doth but repair it, I know he will come
in our shadow, to ſeatter his Crowns in the Sun.

Boult. VVell, if we had of every Nation a Traveller,
we ſhould lodge them with this Sign.

Bawd. Pray you, come hither a while, you have Fort-
tunes coming upon you, mark me, you muſt ſeem to do
that fearfully, which you commit willingly, deſpife pro-
fit,

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fit, where you have moft gain, to weep that you live as you
do, makes pitty in your lovers seldom, but that pitty beges
you a good opinion, and that opinion a meer profit.

Mar. I understand you not.

Boult. O take her home, miftris, take her home, these
blushes of hers muft be quencht with fome prefent practice.

Bawd. Thou fayeft true i'faith, fo they muſt, for your
Bride goes to that with ſhame, which is her way to go with
warrant.

Boult. Faith ſome do, and ſome do not, but Miftris, if
I have bargain'd for the joynt.

Bawd. Thou maſt cut a morſel off the ſpit.

Boult. I may ſo.

Bawd. Who ſhould deny it ?

Come young one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Boult. I by my faith, they ſhall not be changed yet.

Bawd. Boult. Spend thou that in the Town, report what
a fojourner we have, you'll loſe nothing by cultome. When
nature framed this piece, the meant thee a good turn, there-
fore ſay what a parragon ſhe is, and thou haſt the harveſt
out of thine own report.

Boult. I warrant you miftris, thunder ſhall not ſo awake
the beds of Eels, as my giving out of her beauty ſtirs up the
lewdly enclined, I'le bring home ſome to night.

Bawd. Come your ways, follow me.

Mar. If ſires be hot, knives ſharp, or waters deep,
Unti'd I ſtill my Virgin knot will keep.

Diana. aid my purpose.

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? pray you go
with us.
[Exeunt]

Enter Cleon and Dionyſa.

Dion. Why are you foolish, can it be undone ?

Cleon. O Dionyſa, ſuch a piece of ſlaughter,

The Sun and Moon ne're look'd upon.

Dion. I think you'll turn a Child again.

Cleon. Were I chief Lord of all this ſpacious world, I'd
give it to undo the deed. O Lady, much leſs in blood than
verteſt, yet a Princeſs to equal any ſingle Crown of the
Earth, in the juſtice of compare, O villain, Leonine, whom
thou haſt poſſoned too, if thou had'ſt drunk to him, it had
been a kindneſs becoming well thy face, what canthou
ſay, when Noble Pericles ſhall demand his Child ?

Dion. That ſhe is dead. Nurſes are not the ſates to ſoſter
it, nor ever to preferve, ſhe di'd at night, I'le ſay ſo, who can
croſs it, unleſs you play the Innocent, and for an honeſt at-
tribute, cry out ſhe di'd by foul play.

Cleon. O go to, well, well, of all the ſaults beneath the
Heavens, the gods do like this worſt.

Dion. Be one of those that thinks the pretty wrens of
Tharſus will fly hence, and open this to Pericles ; I do ſhame
to think of what a Noble ſtrain you are, and of how coward
a Spirit.

Cleon. To ſuch proceeding, who ever but his approba-
tion added, though not his whole conſent, he did not flow
from honourable courtes.

Dion. Be it ſo then, yet none doth know but you how
ſhe came dead, nor none can know, Leonine being gone. She
did disſain my Child, and ſtood between her and her for-
tunes: none would look on her, but caſt their gazes on
Marina's face, while ours was blurred at, and held a
Mawkin, not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorow,
and though you call my course unnatural, you not your child
well loving, yet I find it geets me as an enterprize, of kind-
neſs perform'd to your ſole Daughter.

Cleon. Heavens forgiſe it.

Dion. And as for Pericles, what should he ſay ? we wept
after her hearſe, and yet we mourn: her monument almoſt
finished, and her Epitaph in glittering golden characters,
expreſs a general praiſe to her, and care in us, at whole
expence, 'tis done.

Cleon. Thou art like the Harpie,
Which to betray, doſt with thy Angels ſace,

Seize with thine Eagles talents.

Dion. You are like one, that ſuperſition
Doth ſwear to th' gods, that Winter kills the ſlies,
But yet I know, you'll do as I advife.
[Exit.]

Actus Quartus.

Enter Gower.

Thou time we waſte, and longest leaguſes make ſhort,
Sail ſeas in Cockles, have and wſh but for't
Making to take our imagination,

From bourn to bourn, Region to Region.

By you being Pard ned, we commit no crime

To uſe one Language, in each ſeveral clime,

Where our ſcenes (eem to live. I do beſeech you

To learn of me, who ſtands in gaps to teach you

The ſtages of our ſtory, Pericles

Is now again bawtawing the wayward ſeat ;

(Attended on by many a Lord and Knight)

To ſee his Daughters, all his lives delight.

Old Hellicanus goes along behind,

Is left to govern it : you bear in mind

Old Eſcanes, whom Hellicanus late

Advan'd in time to great and high eſtate.

Well ſailing ſhips, and bounteouſ winds have brought

This King to Tharſus, think this Pilate thought,

So with his ſteerage, shall your thoughts giſne

To fetch his Daughters home, who firſt is gone;

Like motes and ſhadows, ſee them move a while,

Your ears unto your Eyes I'le reconcile.

Enter Pericles at one door with all his train, Cleon and
Dionyſa at the other; Cleon ſhewes Pericles the Tomb,
whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on Sack-
cloth, and in a mighty paffon departs.

Gower. See how belief may ſuffer by foul flow,
This borrowed paffon hands for true old woe :

And Pericles in ſorrow all devour'd,

With ſieſes flow through, and bigg'eſt tears o're flow'd,

Leaves Tharſus, and again imbarks, he ſwears

Never to walſh his face, nor cut his hairs,

He put on Sack cloth and to Sea he bears,

A tempeſt which his mortal Vengeſtains.

And yet he rides it oſe. Now take we our way

To the Epitaph for Marina, writ by Dionyſa.

The faireſt, ſweeteſt, and beſt lies here,

Who withered in her ſpring of year :
She was of Tyrus the King's Daughters,

On whom foul Death hath made this ſlaughter :

Marina was the call'd, and at her birth,

That is, being proud, ſwallow'd ſome part of th' earth:

Therefore the Earth fearing to be o're flow'd,

Hath That's birth-child on the Heavens beſtow'd.

Wherefore he does and ſwears he'll never ſtint,

Make raging Battry upon hoſes of flint.

No vizor does become black villany,

So well as ſoſt and tender flattery.

Let Pericles believe his Daughters dead,

And bear his couſes to be ordered

By Lady Fortune, while our ſtear musk play

His Daughter woe and heavy well a-day,

In her unholy ſervice: Patience then,

And think you now are all in Metale.

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Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2. Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this,
    she being once gone.

1. Gent. But to have Divinity preacht there, did you ever dream of such a thing?

2. Gent. No, no, come, I am for no more Bawdy houfes,
    shall we go hear the Veftals fing?

1. Gent. I'le do any thing now that is virtuous, but I am out of the road of rutting for ever.

Enter the three Bawds.

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her
    she had ne're come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her, she is able to freeze the god Pri-
    apus, and undoe a whole generation, we muft either get her
    ravilht, or be rid of her, when she should do for Clyents her
    fitment, and do me the kindneſs of our preſſion, the he
    me her quirks, her reaſons, her after-reaſons, her prayers,
    her knees, that he would make a Puritane of the Devil, if
    he should cheapen a kils of her.

Boult. Faith I muſt ravilh her, or he'll disſurniſh us of all
    our Cavaliers, and make all our Swearers Prieſts.

Pand. Now the pox upon her green ſickneſs for me.

Bawd. Faith there's no way to be rid of it, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lyſimachus diſuſioned.

Boul. We should have both Lord and Lown, if the peeviſh
    Baggage would but give way to Cuſtomers.

Enter Lyſimachus.

Lyſ. How now, how a dozen of virginities?

Bawd. Now the gods bleſs your Honour.

Boul. I am glad to fee your Honour in good health.

Lyſ. You may ſo, 'tis the better for you, that your re-
    forțers ſtand upon found Legs, how now? wholſome im-
    punity have you, that a man may deal withal, and deſe
    the Surgeon?

Bawd. We have one here, Sir, if she would—
    But there never came her like in *Metaleine*.

Lyſ. If he'd do the deeds of darkneſs, thou would'ſt
    fay.

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to ſay well e-
    nough.

Lyſ. Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult. For Fleſh and Blood, Sir, white and red, you
    shall fee a Rofe, and ſhe were a Rofe indeed, if ſhe had
    but—

Lyſ. What prethee?

Boult. O Sir, I can be modeſt.

Lyſ. That dignifies the renown of a Bawd, no leſs than
    it gives a good report to a number to be chafte.

Enter Marina.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the ſtalk,
    Never pluckt yet I can allure you.

Is ſhe not a fair creature?

Lyſ. Faith he would ſerve after a long voyage at Sea,
    Well, there's for you, leave us.

Bawd. I beſeech your honour give me leave a word,
    And I'le have done preſently.

Lyſ. I beſeech you do.

Bawd. Firſt, I would have you note, this is an honou-
    rable man.

Mar. I defire to find him ſo, that I may worthily note
    him.

Bawd. Next, he's the Governor of this Country, and a
    man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the Country, you are bound to him
    indeed, but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

Bawd. Pray you without any more virginal fencing
    will you uſe him kindly? he will line your Apron with
    Gold.

Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully
    receive.

Lyſ. Have you done?

Bawd. My Lord, he's not pac't yet, you muſt take ſome
    pains to work her to your mannage, come, we will leave
    his Honour and her together.

Lyſ. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this
    trade?

Mar. What trade, Sir?

Lyſ. Why, I cannot name't but I ſhall offend.

Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade, pleafe you to name it.

Lyſ. How long have you been of this preſſion?

Mar. E're Iince I can remember.

Lyſ. Did you go to't ſo young, were you a gameſter at
    five, or at ſeven?

Mar. Earlier too, Sir, if now I be one.

Lyſ. Why the houſe you dwell in, proclaims you to be
    a creature of fale.

Mar. Do you know this honſe to be a place of ſuch re-
    fort, and will come into it? I hear ſay you are of honou-
    rable parts, and the Governor of this place.

Lyſ. Why ? hath your principal made known unto you,
    who I am ?

Mar. Who is my principal?

Lyſ. Why your herb woman, the ſhe that fetſs ſeeds and
    roots of ſhame and iniquity. O you have heard ſome thing
    of my power, and ſo ſtand aloſt for more ſerious wooing,
    but I proteſt to thee, pretty one, my Authority ſhall not ſee
    thee, or elfe look friendly upon thee; come bring me to
    ſome private place, come, come.

Mar. If you were born to honour, ſhew it now, if put
    upon you, make the judgement good, that thought you
    worthy of it.

Lyſ. How's this ? how's this? ſome more, be ſage.

Mar. For me that am a maid, though moſt ungentle
    Fortune have plac'd me in this Stie, where ſince I came,
    diſeafes have been fold dearer than Phyſick, O that the
    gods would ſet me free from this unhallow'd place, though
    they did change me to the meaneſt bird that flies i'th'
    purer air.

Lyſ. I did not think thou could'ſt have ſpoke it ſwell, I
    ne're dream'd thou could'ſt; had I brought hither a cor-
    rupted mind, thy ſpeech had altered it, hold, here's gold
    for thee, perſevere in that clear way thou goeſt, and the
    gods ſtrengthen thee.

Mar. The good gods perſerve you.

Lyſ. For my part, I came with no ill intent, for to me the
    very doors and windows favour vilely, fare thee well, thou
    art a piece of vertue, and I doubt not but thy training hath
    been Noble, hold, here's more gold for thee, a curle upon
    him, die he like a thief that robs thee of thy goodneſs, if
    thou doſt hear from me, it ſhall be for thy good.

Boult. I beſeech your honour, one piece for me.

Lyſ. Avant thou damn'd door-keeper, your Houſe but
    for this Virgin that doth prop it, would tink and over-
    whelm you. Away.

Boult. How's this? We muſt take another courſe with
    you ? If your peeviſh chaſtuality, which is not worth a break-
    faſt in the cheapeſt Country under the coap, ſhall undo a
    whole ſhouſehold, Iet me be gelded like a Ipaniel, come
    your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. I muſt have your maidenhead taken off, or the
    common hangman ſhall execute it, come your way, we'll
    have no more Gentlemen driven away, come your wayes,
    I ſay.

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Enter Bawds.

Bawd. How now, what's the matter?

Boult. Worrse and worse, Miftris, she hath here spoken
holy words to the Lord Lyfimachus.

Bawd. O abominable.

Boult. He makes our profeflion as it were to Stink before the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marry hang her up for ever.

Boult. The Nobleman would have dealt with her like a Nobleman, and she fent him away as cold as a Snow-ball, faying his prayers too.

Bawd. Boult. Take her away, use her at thy pleasure, crack the glafs of her virginity, and make the reft malleable.

Boult. And if she were a thornier piece of ground than he is, he fhall be ploughed.

Mar. Hark, hark, you gods.

Bawd. She conjures, away with her, would she had never come within my doors, Marry hang you, he's born to undo us, will you not go the way of women kind? Marry come up my diſh of chaffity, with roſemary and bayſe.

[Exit.]

Boult. Come, miftris, come your ways with me.

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.

Mar. Prithee tell me one thing, firſt.

Boult. Come now, your one thing?

Mar. What can't thou with thine Enemy to be?

Boult. Why I could with him to be my Maſter, or rather my Miftris.

Mar. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, ſince they do better thee in their command; thou hold'st a place, for which the painedſt fiend in Hell would not in Reputation change: thou art the damned door-keeper to every cufferel that comes enquiring for his Tib; to the cholerick ffiling of every Rogne, thy Ear is liable, thy food is ſuch as hath been belch'd on by inſedious lungs.

Boult. What would you have me do? go to the wars, would you, where a man may ſerve feven years for the loſs of a Leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one ?

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doſt, empty old re-
ceptacles, or common-shores of filth; ſerve by Indenture
to the common hangman, any of these ways are yet bet-
ter than this: for what thou poffeſſed, a Baboon, could he
ſpeak, would own a name too dear: Oh, that the gods
would faſely deliver me from this place: here, here's gold
for thee, if that thy Maſter would gain by me, proclaim
that I can ſing, weave, fow, and dance, with other ver-
tues, which I'll keep from boast, and will undertake all
theſe to teach. I doubt not but this populous City will
yield many Scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you ſpeak of ?

Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, and
profite me to the bafeſt groom that doth frequent your
Houſe.

Boult. Well, I will fee what I can do for thee: If I can
place thee, I will.

Mar. But amongſt honest women.

Boult. Faith my acquaintance lies little among them:
but ſince my Maſter and Miftris have bought you, there's
no going but by their conſent: therefore I will make them
acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall
find them traſtable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what
I can, come your ways.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Gower.

Marina thus the Brothel scapes, and chances

Into an honest honſe, our ſtory ſaies :

She ſings like one immortal, and ſhe dances

As goddeſs like to her admired laies :

Deep Clerks ſhe dums, and with her needle compoſes
Natures own ſhape, of bud, bird, branch or berry,
That even her art, lifters the natural Rgſes,

Her Incle, Silk, Twine, with the rubed Cherry,

That pupils lacks the none of noble race,

Who pour their bounty on her, and her gain

She gives the curſed Bawd. Leave we her place,

And to her Father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him at Sea, tumbled and toſt,

And driven before the wind, he is arriu'd

Here where his Dauglther dwells, and on this Coast,

Suppofe him now at Anchor: the City liv'd

God Neptune's annual feaſt to keep, from whence

Lyſimachus our Tyrian ſhip eſpies,

His banners ſable, trim'd with rich expence,

And to him in his Barge with fervour eyes,

In your ſuppofing, once more put your fight

On heavy Pericles, think this his Bark,

Where what is done in action (more of might

Shall be discovered) please you fit and hark.

[Exit.]

Enter Hellicanus, to him two Saylors.

1. Sayl. Where is the Lord Hellicanus? he can refolve you. O here he is, Sir, there is a Barge put off from Metaline, and in it is Lyſimachus the Governor, who craves to come aboard, what is your will?

Hell. That he have his, call up ſome Gentlemen.

2. Sayl. Ho, Gentlemen, my Lord calls.

Enter two or three Gentlemen.

Hell. Gentlemen, there is ſome of worth would come aboard, I pray thee greet them fairly.

Enter Lyſimachus.

1. Sayl. Sir, this is the man that can in ought you would, refolve you.

Lyſi. Hail, reverent Sir, the gods prefere you.

Hell. And you to out live the Age I am, and die as I would do.

Lyſi. You with me well; being on ſhore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, feeing this goodly veſſel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are.

Hell. Firſt, what is your place?

Lyſi. I am the Governor of this place you lie before.

Hell. Sir, our veſſel's of Tyre, in it the King, a man, who for this three months hath not ſpoken to any one, nor taken ſuſtenance, but to prolong his grief.

Lyſi. Upon what ground is his diſtemperance?

Hell. It would be too tedious to repeat, but the main grief ſprings from the loſs of a beloved Daughter, and a wife.

Lyſi. May we not fee him ?

Hell. You may, but bootleſs is your fight, he will not ſpeak to any.

Lyſi. Let me obtain my wif.

Hell. Behold him, this was a goodly perſon, till the diſ-
after that one mortal wight drove him to this.

Lyſi. Sir King, all hail, the gods prefere you, hail,
Royal Sir.

Hell. It is in vain, he will not ſpeak to you.

Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Metaline, I durſt wager
would win ſome words from him.

Lyſi. 'Tis well beought, the questionleſs with her
ſweet harmony, and other choſen attractions, would allure
and make a battery through his ſdefended parts, which now
are mid way ſtopt, he is all happy, as the faireſt of all, and
her fellow maids, now upon the levie ſhelter that abuts
against the Iſland ſide.

Hell. Sure all effectleſs, yet nothing we'll omit that
bears recoveries name. But ſince your kindneſs we have
ſtretcſt thus far, let us beſeech you, that for our gold we
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may have provision, wherein we are not defitute for want,
but weary for the flatenes.

Lyf. O, Sir, a courteſe, which if we ſhould deny, the moſt
juſt God for every graff would ſend a Caterpillar, and fo
inſiſt our Province: yet once more let me entreat to know
at large the cauſe of your Kings ſorrow.

Hell. Sir, Sir, I will recount it to you; but fee, I am prevented.

Enter Marina.

Lyf. O here's the Lady that I ſent for.
VVelcom, fair one: Is't not a goodly parent ſent?
Hell. She's a gallant Lady.
Lyf. She's ſuch a one, that were I well affur'd,
Came of a gentle kind and noble ſtock,
I'd with no better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair and all goodneſs that confits in beauty,
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient,
If that thy properſous and artificial ſate
Can draw him but to anſwer thee in ought,
Thy ſacred Phyſick ſhall receive ſuch pay,
As thy deſires can with.

Mar. Sir, I will use my uttermoſt skill in his recovery,
provided that none but I and my companion maid be ſuſ-
fered to come near him.

Lyf. Come, let us leave her, and the gods make her
proſperous.

[The Song.

Lyf. Markt he your Muſſk?

Mar. No, nor lookt on us.

Lyf. See, ſhe will ſpeak to him.

Mar. Hail, Sir, my Lord, lend ear.

Per. Hum, ha.

Mar. I am a maid, my Lord, that nere before invited
eyes, but have been gazed on like a Comet: ſhe ſpeaks, my
Lord, that may be, hath endured a grief might equal yours,
if both were jutly weighed, though wayward fortune did
maligne my ſtate, my derivation was from anceſtors who
ſlood equivalent with mighty Kings, but time hath rooted
out my parentage, and to the world and aukward caſualties,
bound me in ſervitude, I will deſiſt, but there is ſome-
thing glows upon my cheek, and whifpers in mine ear,
Go not till he ſpeak.

Per. My fortunes, parentage, good parentage to equal
mine: was it not thus, what ſay you?

Mar. I faid, my Lord, if you did know my parentage,
you would not do me violence.

Per. I do think ſo, pray you turn your Eyes upon me,
y'are like ſome-thing that, what Country-women hear of
thefe ſhews?

Mar. No, nor of any ſhews, yet I was mortally brought
forth, and am no other than I appear.

Per. I am great with woe, and ſhall deliver weeping:
my deareſt wife was like this maid, and ſuch a one my
Daughter might have been: my Queens ſquare brows, her
ſtature to an Inch, as wand-like [ſtraight], as Silver voyc'd,
her Eyes as Jewel-like, and caſt as richly, in pace another
Juno. VVho ſtارves the ears ſhe ſeeds, and makes them
hungry, the more ſhe gives them ſpeech; where do you
live?

Mar. VVhere I am but a ſtranger, from the deck you
may diſcern the place.

Per. VVhere were you bred? And how atchiev'd
you theſe endowments which you make more rich to
owe?

Mar. If I should tell my hiftory, it would ſeem like lies
diſdain'd in the reporting.

Per. Prithee ſpeak, falſenefs cannot come from thee,
for thou lookeit modeſt as Jnſuſe, and thou ſeem't ſa Pallas
for the crowned truth to dwell in, I will believe thee, and
make my ſenſes credit thy relation, to points that ſeem
impoſſible, for thou look't like one I loved indeed; what
were thy Friends? Did't thou not ſtay when I did pufh

thee back: which was when I perceived thee that thou
cam't from good deſcent.

Mar. So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy parentage; I think thou faſ'd't thou
had't been toſt from wrong to injury, and that thou
thought'ſt thy griefs might equal mine, if both were
opened.

Mar. Some ſuch thing I faid, and faid no more, but
what my thoughts did warrant me was likely.

Per. Tell thy ſtory, if thine confiſdered prove the
thouſand part of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
have ſuſerred like a girle, yet thou do't look like patience,
gazing on Kings graves, and smiling extremity out of
act, what were thy Friends? how loſt thou thy name,
my moſt kind virgin? recount I do beſeech thee, Come
ſit by me.

Mar. My name is Marina.

Per. Oh I am mockt, and thou by ſome incenſed god ſent
hither to make the world to laugh at me.

Mar. Patience, good Sir, or here I'le ceaſe.

Per. Nay I'le be patient, thou little know't how thou
doeſt ſtartle me to call thy ſelf Marina.

Mar. The name was given me by one that had ſome
power, my Father and a King.

Per. How, a Kings Daughter, and call'd Marina?

Mar. You faid you would believe me, but not to be a
trouble of your peace, I will end here.

Per. But are you Fleſh and Blood?

Have you a working pulſe, and are no Fairy?

Motion? well, ſpeak on, where were you born?

And wherefore call'd Marina?

Mar. Call'd Marina, for I was born at Sea.

Per. At Sea? who was thy Mother?

Mar. My Mother was the Daughter of a King, who
died the minnte I was born, as my good Nurſe Lychorida
hath oft delivered weeping.

Per. O ſtop there a little, this is the rareſt Dream
That ere dull ſleep did mock ſad Fools withal,
This cannot be my Daughter; buried! well, where were
you bred? I'le hear you more to the bottom of your ſtory
and never interrupt you.

Mar. You ſcorn, believe me ?twere beſt I did give ore.

Per. I will believe you by the ſyllable of what you ſhall
deliver, yet give me leave, how came you in theſe parts?
where were you bred?

Mar. The King my Father did in Tharſia leave me.

Till cruel Clean with his wicked Wife,

Did ſEEK to murther me: and having wooed a Villain

To attempt it, who having drawn to do't,

A crew of Pyrats came and reſuſed me,

Brought me to Metaline.

But, good fir, whither will you have me ? why do you weep?
It may be you think me an impoſtor, no, good faith. I am
the daughter to King Pericles, if good King Pericles be.

Per. Hoe, Hellicanus?

Hell. Calls my Lord?

Per. Thou art a grave and noble Counſellor,

Moft wife in general, tell me if thou can't, what this
maid is,

Or what is like to be, that thus hath made me weep?

Hell. I know not, but here's the Regent, Sir, of Metaline,
ſpeaks nobly of her.

Lyf. She never would tell her parentage.

Being demanded that, ſhe would fit ſtill and weep.

Per. Oh Hellicanuſ, ſtrike me, honoured, Sir, give me
a gath, put me to prefent pain, left this great Sea of
joyes rufing upon me, ore-bear the thores of my mor-
tality, and drown me with their ſweetneſs: Oh come
hither.

Thou that beget't him that did thee beget,

Thou that waſt born at Sea, buried at Tharſus,

And found at Sea again: O Hellicanuſ,

Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud

As Thunder threatens us; This is Marina.

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What was thy Mothers name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubtis did ever fleep.

Mar. Fly, Sir, I pray what is your Title?

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre, but tell me now my Drown'd Queens name, as in the rest you said, Thou haft o'en god-like perfect, the Heir of Kingdoms, And another like to Pericles thy Father.

Mar. Is it not more to be your Daughter, than to say,
my Mothers name is Thais? Thais was my Mother, who
did end the minute I began.

Per. Now bleffing on thee, rife, thou art my Child.
Give me flefh Garments, mine own Hellicamus, she is
not dead at Tharfus, as she should have been by Savage
Cleon, she shall tell thee all, when thou shall kneel, and
justifie in knowledge, she is thy very Princes; who is
this?

H.ll. Sir, 'tis the Governour of Metaline, who hear-
ing of your melancholy, did come to fee you.

Per. I embrace you; give me my Robes;

I am wild in my beholding. Oh Heaven blefs my Girl.

But hack, what Mulicks this, Hellicanus? my *Marina*,
Tell him ore point by point, for yet he seems to doat,
How fure you are my Daughter; but where's this mulick?

Hell. My Lord, I hear none.

Per. None? the muſick of the ſphears, lift, my *Marina*.

Lyl. It is not good to croſs him, give him way.

Per. Rareſt founds, do ye not hear?

Lyl. Mulicks, my Lord, I hear.

Per. Moſt Heavenly Muſick,

It nips me unto lifting, and thick flumber

Hangs upon mine Eyes, let me reſt,

Lyl. A Pillow for his Head, so leave him all.

Well my Companion Friends, if this but anſwer to my
juſt belief, I'll well remember you.

Actus Quintus.

Diana.

Diana: MY Temple ſtands in Epheſus,
Hie thee thither, and do upon mine Altar
Sacrifice. There when my Maiden Prieſts are met toget-
her, before all the people reveal how thou at Sea didſt
lofe thy Wife, to mounr thy Croſſes with thy Daughters
call, and give them repetition to the like: or perform my
bidding, or thou liuſt in woe: do't, and happy by my
Silver Bow; awake and tell thy Dream.

Per. Celeſtial Dian, Goddeſs Argentine,

I will obey thee: Hellicanis.

Per. My purpose was for Tharſus, there to ſtrike
The inhofpitable Cleon, but I am for other ſervic[e] first,
Toward Epheſus turn our blown Sails,

Eſtfoons I'll tell why, shall we reſrefh us, Sir, upon your
ſhore, and give you gold for ſuch provifion as our intent
will need.

Lyl. Sir, with all my heart, and when you come alſore,
I have another fleight.

Per. You shall prevail, were it to woe my Daughter,
for it ſeems you have been noble towards her.

Lyl. Sir, lend me your Arm.

Per. Come, my *Marina*.

Enter Gower.

Now our lands are almost run,

More a little, and then dun.

This my last boon give me,

For such kindneſs muſt relieve me :

That you attempt by ſuppoſe,

What pageantry, what ſeats, what ſhows.

What Murſeſſe, what pretty diu,

The Regent made in Metalin,

To greet the King; so he thrived,

That he is promised to be Wived

To fair Marina, but in no wife,

Till he had done his ſacriſſe,

As Dian bad, whereto being bound,

The interim pray, you all confound.

In further'd briefneſs fails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as their will'd.

At Epheſus the Temple fee,

Our King, and all his Company.

That he can bither come ſo ſoon,

Is by your ſancies thankful doom.

[Exeunt]

Enter Pericles, Lyſimachus, Hellicanus,
Marina, and others.

Per. Hail Dian, to perform thy juſt command,
I here confes my ſelf the King of Tyre.

Who frighted from my Country, did wed at Pentapolis,
the fair Thaſſa, at Sea in Childbed died ſhe, but brought
forth a Maid Child called *Marina*, who, O Goddeſs,
wears yet thy filver Livery, ſhe at Tharſus was nurſt with
Cleon, who at fourteen years he fought to murder, but
her better ſlags brought her to Metaline, 'gainſt whole-
ſhore riding, her fortunes brought the Maid aboard to us,
where by her own moſt clear remembrance, ſhe made
known her ſelf my Daughter.

Tha. Voice and Favour, you are, you are, O Royal
Pericles.

Per. What means the Woman? ſhe dies, help, Gentlemen.

Cer. Sir, if you have told Diana's Altar true, this is
your Wife.

Per. Reverend appearer, no, I threw her over-board
with theſe very Arms.

Cer. Upon this Coaſt, I warrant you.

Per. 'Tis moſt certain.

Cer. Look to the Lady; O ſhe's but overjoy'd.

Early in bluſ't-ring morn, this Lady was thrown upon this
ſhore. I opened the Coffin, found theſe rich Jewels, re-
covered her, and placed her here in Diana's Temple.

Per. May we fee them?

Cer. Great Sir, they ſhall be brought you to my Houſe,
whither I invite you, look, Thaſſa is recovered.

Tha. O letme look if he be none of mine, my fanſity
will to my fence bend no licentious Ear, but curb it ſight
of feeing: O my Lord, are you not Pericles? like him
you ſpeak, like him you are: did you not name a Tem-
peſt, a Birth, and Death?

Per. The Voice of dead Thaſſa.

Tha. That Thaſſa am I, ſuppoſed dead and droun'd.

Per. Immortal Dian!

Tha. Now. I know you better, when we with tears
parted Pentapolis, the King, my Father, gave you ſuch a
Ring.

Per. This, this, no more, you gods, your preſent
kindneſs makes my paſt miſeries ſport, you ſhall do
well, that on the touching of her Lips I may melt, and
no more be ſeen; O come, be buried a ſecond time with-
in theſe Arms.

Mar. My heart leaps to be gone into my Mothers
Bofome.

Per. Look who kneels here, fleſh of thy fleſh, Thaſſa,
thy burden at the Sea, and call'd *Marina*, for ſhe was
yielded there.

Tha. Bleſt, and mine own.

Hell. Hail, Madam, and my Queen.

Tha. I know you not.

Per. You have heard me ſay when I did fly from Tyre,
I left behind an ancient ſubſtitute; can you remember
what I call'd the man, I have nam'd him oft.

Tha. 'Twas Hellicanus then.

Per.

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

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Per. Still confirmation, embrace him dear Thaifa, this
is he, now do I long to hear how you were found? how
poftably preferved? and who to thank (befides the gods)
for this great miracle?

Tha. Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through
whom the gods have flown their power, that can from
firft to laft reſolve you.

Per. Reverend Sir, the gods can have no mortal Offi-
cer more like a god than you, will you deliver how this
dead Queen re-lives?

Per. I will, my Lord, befeech you firſt go with me un-
to my Houſe, where ſhall be ſhewn you all was found with
her; how he came plac'd here in the Temple, no need-
ful thing omitted.

Per. Pure Dian bleſs thee for thy Vifion, I will
offer night oblations to thee; Thaifa, this Prince, the
fair betrothed of your Daughter, ſhall marry at Pe-
tapolis, and now this Ornament that makes me look
d criminal, will I clip to form, and what this fourteen
Years no Razor toucht, to grace thy marriage day, I'll
beautify.

Tha. Lord Cerimon hath Letters of good credit, Sir,
my Father's dead.

Per. Heavens make a Star of him, yet here, my Queen,
we'll celebrate their Nuptials, and our ſelves will in that

Kingdom ſpend our following dayes; our Son and Daugh-
ter ſhall in Tyrus reign.

Lord Cerimon, we do our longing flay,
To hear the reſt untold, Sir, lead's the way.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter Gower.

In Antiochus and his Daughter, you have heard

Of monſtrous luſt, the due and juſt reward:

In Pericles his Queen and Daughter ſeen,

Although affair'd with Fortunes ſterce and kgeen,

Vertue preferred from ſell deſtructions blaſt,

Led on by Heaven, and crown'd with joy at laſt.

In Hellicanus may you well defory,

A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:

In reverend Cerimon there well appears,

The worth that learned charity eye wears,

For wicked Cleon and his Wifc, when Fame

Had ſpread their curſed deed, and honou'd name

Of Pericles, to rage the City turn,

That him and his, they in his Palace burn:

The gods for murder ſeem'd ſo content,

To puniſh, although not done, but meant.

So on your patienceſs ever more attending,

New joy wait on you, here our Play hath ending.

THE

from Tyre,
remember

Po.

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THE
LONDON PRODIGAL.

The Actors Names.

Mr. Flowerdale, a Merchant trading at Venice.
Matthew Flowerdale his Prodigal Son.

Mr. Flowerdale, Brother to the Merchant.

Sir Lancelot Spurcock, of Lewsome in Kent.

Frances

Luce

Delia

Daffidill

Artichoak

Daughters to Sir Lancelot Spurcock.

Servants to Sir Lancelot Spurcock.

Sir Arthur Greenhood, a Commander, In love with
Oliver a Cornish Clothier,
S Luce.

Weathercock, a Parafite to Sir Lancelot Spurcock.

Tom Civet, in love with Frances.

Dick and Raph, two cheating Gamesters.

Ruffin a Pander to Misdreſs Apricock a Bard,

Sheriff and Officers.

A Citizen and his Wife.

Drawers.

The Scene London.

Enter old Flowerdale and his Brother.

Fath. B Rother, from Venice, being thus disguis'd,
I come to prove the humours of my Son :
How hath he born himself ſince my departure,

I leaving you his Patron and his Guide?

Unc. I faith, Brother, so, as you will grieve to hear,
And I almoſt aham'd to report it.

Fath. Why how is't, Brother ? What doth he ſpend
Beyond the allowance I left him ?

Unc. How ! beyond that ? and far more : why, your
exhibition is nothing, he hath ſpent that, and ſince hath
borrowed, proteſted with Oaths, alledged Kindred to
wring money from me, by the love I bore his Father, by
the Fortunes might fall upon himſelf, to furniſh his wants :
that done, I have had ſince, his Bond, his Friend and
Friends Bond, although I know that he ſpends is yours ;
yet it grieves me to fee the unbridled wildneſs that reigns
over him.

Fath. Brother, what is the manner of his life? how
is the name of his offences? if they do not reſilience
after of damnation, his youth may privilege his wan-
tonneſs: I my ſelf ran an unbridled courſe till thirty, nay
almoſt till forty; well, you ſee how I am: for Vice once
looked into with the Eyes of diſcretion, and well ballan-
ced with the weights of reaſon, the courſe paſt, ſeems ſo
abominable, that the Landlord of himſelf, which is the
heart of his Body, will rather intomb himſelf in the
Earth, or ſee a new Tenant to remain in him, which
once ſeemed, how much better are they that in their
Youth have known all theſe Vices, and left it, than theſe
that knew little, and in their Age run into it? Believe
me, Brother, they that die moſt Vertuous, have in their
youth lived moſt Vicious; and none knows the danger
of the fire more than he that falls into it: But ſay, how
is the courſe of his Life ? let's hear his particulars.

Unc. Why I'll tell you, Brother, he is a continual
Swearer, and a breaker of his Oaths, which is bad.

Fath. I grant indeed to ſwear is bad, but not in keeping theſe Oaths is better: for who will ſet by a bad thing?

Nay by my Faith, I hold this rather a Vertue than a Vice.
Well, I pray proceed.

Unc. He is a mighty Brawler, and comes commonly
by the worſt.

Fath. By my Faith this is none of the worſt neither, for
if he brawl and be beaten for it, it will in time make him
flun it: For what brings a man or child, more to vertue
than correction? What reigns over him elfe?

Unc. He is a great Drinker, and one that will forget
himſelf.

Fath. O beſt of all, Vice ſhould be ſorgotten: let him
drink on, ſo he drink not Churches. Nay and this be the
worſt, I hold it rather happineſs in him, than any iniquity.
Hath he any more attendants?

Unc. Brother, he is one that will borrow of any man.

Fath. Why you ſee ſo doth the Sea, it borrows of all
the ſmall Currents in the World to encreafe himſelf.

Unc. I, but the Sea pays it again, and ſo will never
your Son.

Fath. No more would the Sea neither, if it were as
dry as my Son.

Unc. Then, Brother, I ſee you rather like theſe Vices
in your Son, than any way condemn them.

Fath. Nay miſtake me not, Brother, for though I ſur
them over now, as things flight and nothing, his crimes
being in the Bud, it would gall my heart, they ſhould
ever reign in him.

Flow. Ho ? who's within ho?

[Flowerdale knocks within.

Unc. That's your Son, he is come to borrow more
money.

Fath. For God's fake give it out I am dead,
See how he'll take it.

Say I have brought you news from his Father.

I have here drawn a formal Will, as it were from my ſelf,
Which I'll deliver him.

Unc. Go to, Brother, no more: I will.

Flow. Uncle, where are you, Uncle?

[within.

Unc. Let my Couſin in there.

Fath. I am a Saylor come from Venice, and my name is
Christophor.

Enter

The London Prodigal.

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Enter Flowerdale.

Flow. By the Lord, in truth, Uncle.

Unc. In truth would a ferv'd, Coufin, without the
Lord.

Flow. By your leave, Uncle, the Lord is the Lord of
truth. A couple of Rascals at the Gate, fet upon me
for my Purse.

Unc. You never come, but you bring a brawl in your
mouth.

Flow. By my truth, Uncle, you must needs lend me
ten pound.

Unc. Give my Coufin fome small Beer here.

Flow. Nay look you, you turn it to a jeft now, by this
light, I should ride to Croydon Fair, to meet Sir Lancilot
Spuruck, I should have his Daughter Luce, and for Scurvy
ten pound, a man fhall lofe nine hundred threecore and
odd pounds, and a daily Friend befide, by this hand,
Uncle, 'tis true.

Unc. Why, any thing is true for ought I know.

Flow. To fee now: why you fhall have my Bond, Uncle,
or Tom Whites, James Brooks: or Nick Halli, as good Ra-
pier and Dagger men, as any be in England; let's be
dam'd if we do not pay you, the worft of us all will not
damn our felves for ten pound. A Pox of ten pound.

Unc. Coufin, this is not the firſt time I have believ'd
you.

Flow. Why truſt me now, you know not what may
fall: If one thing were but true, I would not greatly care,
I should not need ten pound, but when a man cannot be
believ'd, there's it.

Unc. Why what is it, Coufin ?

Flow. Marry this, Uncle, can you tell me if the Katern
Hue be come home or no?

Unc. I marry is't.

Flow. By God I thank you for that news.

What is't in the Pool can you tell ?

Unc. It is: what of that?

Flow. What? why then I have fix pieces of Velvet
fent me, I'll give you a piece, Uncle: for thus faid the
Letter, a piece of Aſh-colour, a three-pil'd black,
a colour'd, deroy, a Crimfon, a ſad Green, and a Purple:
yes I faith.

Unc. From whom should you receive this ?

Flow. From who ? why from my Father ? with com-
mendations to you, Uncle, and thus he writes: I know,
faith he, thou haſt much troubled thy kind Uncle, whom
God willing at my return I will fee amply satisfied; Am-
ply, I remember was the very word, to God help me.

Unc. Have you the Letter here ?

Flow. Yes, I have the Letter here, here is the Letter :
no, yes, no, let me fee, what Breeches wore I on Satur-
day: let me fee, a Tuesday, my Calymanka, a Wednesday,
my Peach-colour Sattin, a Thursday my Vellure, a Friday
my Calymanka again, a Saturday, let me fee, a Saturday,
for in thofe Breeches I wore a Saturday is the Letter: O
my riding Breeches, Uncle, thofe that you thought had
been Velvet, in thofe very Breeches is the Letter.

Unc. When ſhould it be dated?

Flow. Marry Didifſimo terſios Septembris, no, no, trid-
ifmo terſios Oſtobris, I Oſtobris, ſo it is.

Unc. Diditimo terſios Oſtobris: and here receive I a
Letter that your Father died in June: how ſay you,
Kefter ?

Fath. Yes truly, Sir, your Father is dead, theſe hands
of mine holp to winde him.

Flow. Dead?

Fath. I, Sir, dead.

Flow. 'Sbloud, how ſhould my Father come dead?

Fath. I'Faith Sir, according to the old Proverb,
The Child was born, and cryed, became man,
After fell ſick, and died.

Unc. Nay, Coufin, do not take it so heavily.

Flow. Nay I cannot weep you extempory, marry ſome
two or three days hence, I fhall weep without any flint
ance. But I hope he died in good memory.

Fath. Very well, Sir, and fet down every thing in
good order, and the Katherine and Hue you talkt of, I
came over in; and I faw all the Bills of Lading, and the
Velvet that you talkt of, there is no ſuch aboard.

Flow. By God I aſſure you, then there is Knavery
abroad.

Fath. I'll be ſworn of that: there's Knavery abroad,
although there were never a piece of Velvet in Vemce.

Flow. I hope he died in good Eſtate.

Fath. To the report of the World he did, and made his
Will, of which I am an unworthy bearer.

Flow. His Will, have you his Will?

Fath. Yes, Sir, and in the prefence of your Uncle, I
was willed to deliver it.

Unc. I hope, Coufin, now God hath bleſſed you with
wealth, you will not be unmindful of me.

Flow. I'll do reaſon, Uncle; yet I'faith I take the de-
nial of this ten pound very hardly.

Unc. Nay, I deny'd you not.

Flow. By God you deny'd me directly.

Unc. I'll be judg'd by this good-fellow.

Fath. Not directly, Sir.

Flow. Why he faid he would lend me none, and that
had want to be a direct denial, if the old phrase hold :
Well, Uncle, come we'll fall to the Legacies, In the
name of God, Amen.

Item, I bequeath to my Brother Flowerdale, three hundred pounds, to pay ſuch trivial Debts as I owe in London.

Item, To my Son Mat. Flowerdale, I bequeath two
Bail of falſe Dice, Videlicet, high men and low men,
fullemes, ſlop cater triaes, and other bones of function.

Flow. 'Sbloud what doth he mean by this ?

Unc. Proceed, Coufin.

Flow. These Precepts I leave him, let him borrow of
his Oath, for of his word no body will truſt him. Let
him by no means marry an honest Woman, for the other
will keep her ſelf. Let him ſeal as much as he can, that
a guilty Conſience may bring him to his deſtinate repen-
tance, I think he means hanging. And this were his laſt
Will and Teſtament, the Devil ſtood laughing at his beds
feet while he made it. 'Sbloud, what doth he think to
ſop of his Poſterity with Paradoxes.

Fath. This he made, Sir, with his own hands.

Flow. I, well, nay come, good Uncle, let me have this
ten pound, imagine you have loſt it, or rob'd of it, or
mifreckon'd your ſelf to much: any way to make it come
eaſily off, good Uncle.

Unc. Not a penny.

Fath. I'faith lend it him, Sir, I my ſelf have an Eſtate
in the City worth twenty pound, all that I'll ingage for
him, he faith it concerns him in a Marriage.

Flow. I marry doth it, this is a Fellow of ſome ſenſe,
this: come, good Uncle.

Unc. Will you give your word for it, Kefter?

Fath. I will, Sir, willingly.

Unc. Well, Coufin, come to me ſome hour hence, you
ſhall have it ready.

Flow. Shall I not fail?

Unc. You ſhall not, come or ſend.

Flow. Nay I'll come my ſelf.

Fath. By my troth, would I were your worſhips man.

Flow. What? would't thou ſerve ?

Fath. Very willingly, Sir.

Flow. Why I'll tell thee what thou ſhalt do, thou
faſt thou haſt twenty pound, go into Burchin-Lane,
put thy ſelf into Cloaths, thou ſhalt ride with me to,
Croydon Fair.

Fath. I thank you, Sir, I will attend you.

Flow. Well, Uncle, you will not fail me an hour hence.

Unc. I will not, Coufin.

Flow.